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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Virtual Blurb Blitz Tour & Giveaway: Breathless Press Releases GLBT Romance




Breathless Press Releases GLBT Romance
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 About Breathless Press:


 

Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.

Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.

Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.

Our Goal?

Breathless Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance, releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of downloadable formats. It is Breathless Press' mission to provide readers with quality romance books in electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.





 Bad Moon Rising by DC Juris


Blurb:

Bryce finds himself smack in a zombie apocalypse, and meets the man of his dreams along the way.
                    
Bryce never expected to find himself smack in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, and he certainly never expected to meet the man of his dreams along the way. But there's more than zombies in the way of his happily ever after. Richard comes with baggage, in the form of his on again, off again bipolar lover Cole, who is off his meds and descending into his own mental hell at an alarming rate. Will the three men be able to work out their romantic feelings? Oh yeah...and then there's that little issue of the zombies...
 
 Excerpt:
 I jerked awake to the sound of glass shattering. A quick glance around told me it wasn't our window, but something outside, nearby. Fuck! The car! I jumped up but Richard caught my arm and yanked me down next to him.

"Stay down!"

"What's going on?" I whispered.

"Looters," Cole revealed. "They're going up and down the street, searching cars."

Well, at least they wouldn't steal it, since we had the keys, and the chances of them sticking around to do any real damage to it seemed pretty slim, too. All we had to do was wait it out, and they'd go away.

Dolly stood and paced to the door, walking back and forth in front of it like she was on guard duty.

On the street, yelling broke out, and gunshots echoed in the night.

Richard cursed.

Our visitors had apparently been discovered. Shouts of run and look out descended into just inarticulate screaming and then the unthinkable: Dolly started barking.

Cole lunged for her, but the damage had already been done. The people outside started banging on our door, pleading to be let in.

"What do we do?" I looked to Richard, who was shaking his head.

"Nothing."

"But if we don't let them in, they'll be infected," I argued. Those were people outside—we had to help them. What if the roles were reversed? What if that had been me outside?

"And if we do let them in, we'll be infected." He reached for one of our backpacks and started shoving things inside. "We can't stay here. Cole, shut that damned mutt up!"

"I'm trying!" Cole struggled with Dolly, trying to get her calmed down and quiet.

Richard shoved a bag at me, hitting me square in the chest and bringing me back to reality. "Pack light. We'll be walking."

"The car—"

"Is compromised. We'll never get near it. Hurry up. Cole!"

Cole scrambled back to us, dragging Dolly behind him.

Outside the shouting and banging intensified. Someone must've gotten smart, because a brick came careening through an exposed part of the door glass near the top. It sailed through the air, barely missing Richard's head.

"Time to go!" Richard shoved Cole toward the back door. "Bryce, help me with the boards!"

I grabbed up a discarded hammer and handed it over to him while I fished in my bag for the crowbar I'd brought. We struggled with the boards, hacking and pulling. Richards face turned red with his exertion, and I felt the warmth of my own efforts spreading out from my arm muscles, making my chest tight and painful.

"Hurry up, guys!" Cole shouted.



Choices by Em Woods




Blurb:
When a rodeo clown, a small town veterinarian and his assistant form a complicated trio, they find it's their choices that determine who finds love.
When rodeo clown Brandt Collins is forced into retirement by an injury in the arena, he heads to long-time friend Kaden Slater's hometown to settle down. As far as he's concerned if that old flame ignites into a wildfire, then all the better.

Kaden is glad to see Brandt, but a little complication in the form of Kaden's new assistant, Mike, throws a wrench in all their plans. Sexy, smart and young, Mike wants Kaden more than he wants his next breath.

Soon, misunderstandings and the past conspire to tear the trio apart before they've even begun. And now it's their choices that will determine who finds love - and who doesn't.


Excerpt:
Standing on Sissy Andrews's snow-covered porch on New Year's Eve, Brandt Collins rubbed a gloved hand over the ache in his hip and then winced at the twinge in his rib cage.

For the millionth time, he cursed the horn that had speared his leg a year ago and the bastards who'd pinned him down for a good old-fashioned butt-kicking. That was two weeks ago, but his body still hurt. If he'd been even a little younger than his thirty-five years, he could have come back from injuries like that. Granted, his hip only bothered him in the cold, but still, he wasn't quick enough to outrun the bulls.

If nothing else, a rodeo clown had to be agile.

Through the door, he could hear Elvis music and laughter. More of both than he cared to be around tonight. Brandt had just talked himself into heading back to his barren ranch house when the door swung open and a petite blonde launched into his arms.

Despite the pain, Brandt whooped and spun her around. "Damn, girl. It's good to see you too."

Sissy threw her head back and laughed as she squeezed him tighter. "You made it!"

"Calm down, Sissy, or you'll knock him clean off the porch." That voice, deep and husky, settled over Brandt like a thick blanket. His insides warmed, and all the aches and pains faded.

"She's all right, Kaden." Brandt dropped his squirming package to her feet.

"Sorry!" She ruined the apology by hopping in place and clapping her hands together. "Come on, it's almost midnight. I thought you were gonna bail on me and make me come and find you. Of course, I would have just sent my brother." She waved a hand toward Kaden before she pulled them inside her small home and closed the door.

Brandt took his time removing his coat and gloves, using the moment of distraction to look his fill at the younger man. This was the first time he'd seen his friend since last winter, when Brandt had been laid up injured. Kaden's coal-black hair and meadow-green eyes melted Brandt's heart while his solid build and masculinity hardened Brandt's cock.

He pulled in a deep breath to settle his nerves. Brandt reminded himself there was no guarantee Kaden was still interested in him. From the moment they'd made their choices all those years ago, Kaden had remained a solid friend—and nothing more. No lingering glances. No accidental touches. Kaden had always wished him well and sent him off with a large thermos of black coffee when he had to head back to the rodeo. Not once had he asked Brandt to stay.

Not that he could blame Kaden. Brandt had been hot on the trail of the nearest rodeo, and Kaden was vet school bound. They had been too stubborn to compromise. Brandt was afraid they might still be.

Brandt smiled and waved at people as they called out to him, but he didn't linger. Hell, he needed a drink. Spotting a large silver keg perched on the kitchen counter beside a collection of liquor, juices, and soda, Brandt made his way across the room, followed closely by Kaden. He pulled a plastic cup from the stack beside the beer, but Kaden snatched it from his hand.

"You still on those meds?"

Damn him for remembering. Brandt glared at Kaden and picked up another cup, holding it out to the sheriff, who guarded the alcohol. "Not your business."

A slight lift of dark eyebrows was the only indication that Brandt's snide comment had hit home. Kaden stared at him for a moment, then dropped the spare cup onto the counter and walked away.



 Make Mine to Go by Dilo Keith


Blurb: 
Justin can usually satisfy Toby's diverse erotic desires, but when Toby craves something only another man can provide, will this test the limits of Justin's love?

One key to the success of Justin and Toby's marriage is plenty of sexual variety, sometimes with other men they meet at the local BDSM club. While Toby assumes the submissive role in their power exchanges, it's more often Justin who generously caters to Toby's erotic appetites. Toby's interest in flirting with a salesman should be trivial in comparison to his other desires. Instead, it sends both men down uncomfortable paths.

Toby manages to assure Justin that it was harmless fun, or so it seems at first. More troubling than Justin being unconvinced is that Toby doesn't entirely believe his own story. When Toby finally figures out he wants something only another man can give him, he knows it won't be easy to tell Justin. More importantly, is realizing a fantasy-- even an exceptionally compelling one -- worth the risk?


Excerpt:
They joined my wrists behind me with a simple clip. Bound, blindfolded, and kneeling, I awaited my next orders. They whispered to each other. The bed dipped, and I could tell by the sound of a zipper Paul went for his toy bag on the floor. Justin was doing something too. My desire to know warred with the thrill of erotic darkness.

"Suck me," Justin said.

If he expected me to remove his jock without my hands, it wouldn't be quick. I hoped he remembered I felt foolish the last time we tried that. Thankfully, he'd just done it himself. I lapped at the trickle of pre-cum I found on his magnificent cock. Apparently uninterested in my reverent attitude, Justin pulled me down, leaving me with my face in his pubes as my main support, his cock nearly gagging me at first.

Justin lifted my head with fingers tangled in my hair. That's such a turn-on. I keep it long enough to allow a good handful. "Having a little trouble, Toby?"

"Just enough, sir."

"Slut." He pulled me back down and kept his hands on my neck, more for symbolism than instruction.

Paul smacked my upturned ass, slowly at first. It warmed and tingled under his masterful care. At some point he switched from bare hands to a fingerless glove that had studs or something, but not sharp like vampire gloves. The combined sensations of leather, studs, and bare fingers made it difficult to focus on Justin's cock. That divine balance of pleasure and pain could transport me to subspace if I weren't trying to do a decent job. Despite my best efforts, I lost my rhythm a few times.

"Pay attention, boy. You've gotta work for it," Justin said with his typical "amused Dom" tone, the friendly taunt that showed he got off on my predicament.

Meanwhile, in contrast to the delight of the sensuous spanking, my unattended boner was threatening to become painful. I probed the surrounding space, not expecting to find relief, but I had to try.

"And no coming without permission," Paul reminded me. He gave me a few hard swats.

Despite these distractions, I soon had Justin moaning and grasping my hair. I anticipated my creamy reward for a blowjob well done.


 Willow by Lee Brazil


Blurb:
Making decisions is sometimes difficult for Willow Shaw, but loving Cade Lawson comes easily. Too bad Cade regards him as too young to know his own mind.

As a favor for an old friend, cop Cade Lawson is keeping a watchful eye on his young neighbor, Willow Shaw. He'd thought that would involve some hanging out, watching movies and heart-to-heart talks on college life.

But the Will who moved into his apartment building wasn't the same little boy who'd worshipped his father's friend. No, this Willow is rowdy, defiant, challenging, and alluring. He stirs feelings that Cade is uncomfortable with.

Cade might be uncomfortable, but Willow Shaw is desperate. He's had a crush on Cade for years, and he'd hoped it would fade away one day. Hiding his growing feelings is his top priority, even if it means acting like a prick, because there is absolutely no way a man like Cade—strong, decisive, handsome, and experienced—is going to be attracted to him.


Excerpt:
"Your dad asked me to keep an eye on you, Will. That's not something I take lightly." Look, not lust. The reminder was timely. When Matt Shaw had requested the favor, Cade had pictured himself and Will watching action movies, hanging out and having fun, much as they had when the kid was younger. Reality had been far different.

Will snorted. "Right. I forgot. Well, I was seventeen then, and maybe he had some excuse, but I'm not a kid anymore. It's been eighteen months of fun with you peering over my shoulder, but I'm nineteen now and I don't need you looking out for me anymore."

Cade reached out a hand to clasp Will's slender shoulder, but the young man flinched back, almost hiding behind the door. He shook off his disappointment. Will just didn't like him anymore; he had to get over the loss of affection. "You're still young, Will, and since your Dad can't be here to guide you, he asked me to keep an eye on you because he loves you."

"Yeah. He fucking loves me so much, where is he?"

Sadly, Cade shook his head. He clenched his fist around his keys in frustration. This wasn't the first time they'd had this argument, and probably wouldn't be the last. "He's working a lot of extra hours to pay for your college fees."

"Tell me, Cade, when's the last time you spoke to my dad?"

Guilty heat burned his neck. He'd spoken to Matt Shaw just yesterday. The man called regularly. Cade considered him a good friend. "Will, your dad and I have been friends a long time. We speak frequently, and it's not always about you, huh?"

"Figures. You know when I spoke to him last? I can't remember. It's my nineteenth birthday, today, Cade. This is my party. You'd think he could call today, wouldn't you?"

Damn Matt Shaw. Helplessly, Cade shrugged. "Happy Birthday, Will. I'm sorry to disrupt your party, but I've had a long night and I have to work in the morning. I just need peace and quiet and sleep."

Footsteps in the gravel behind him drew Will's eye and he smirked knowingly at Cade. "Here's your boyfriend. Looks like your long night isn't over yet. Keep the noise down, you two. I have an exam in the morning and..." He leaned forward confidingly. "You may not realize this, but you're fucking loud when you fuck, dude."


 
GIVEAWAY!
 Breathless Press will be awarding a $20 Breathless Press GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a $10 Breathless Press GC to a randomly drawn host from the tour.









5 comments:

  1. I've picked Bad Moon Rising this weekend, looking forward to reading it!

    lyra.lucky7 at gmail dot com

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  2. Thank you so much for hosting us today!

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  3. I love BP and I love anything by Lee! Adding more to my wish list today.

    Michelle V
    romanceinreview AT gmail DOT com

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  4. I've always loved the m/m at Breathless, and these look like worthy additions!

    vitajex(at)aol(dot)com

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