Breathless
Press Releases – GLBT Romance
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Donovan's
Deal by Lee Brazil
Blurb:
Making
a family is harder than keeping house. Donovan's patience is wearing
thin, but Mischa needs time to make things right. Will Christmas
bring heartache or compromise?
Mischa
Blake needs the relaxation of the Blake brothers' weekly poker games
now more than ever as he feels the pressure of his responsibilities
as a parent, partner, and student multiplying. When one of his
siblings proposes reviving their game of Truth or Dare, Mischa
revolts. Instead, they all agree to share a truth, and Mischa has to
decide how much of his domestic situation to share with his family.
The
frantic pace of life is overwhelming, and Mischa has begun to let
things slide. With the holidays just around the corner, he figures
his current situation is a temporary thing. When he misses one of his
son's soccer game that Donovan left work early to attend, time runs
out.
Upset
by the hurt in their son's eyes, Donovan decides that something must
be done. He's worried that he's pushed Mischa into doing things at
the wrong time, pushed his dreams on his young lover, just pushed too
hard for too much in general.
In
a desperate attempt to get Mischa to think about what he wants
instead of what Donovan wants, Donovan issues an ultimatum. He sends
Mischa away with orders to think about his priorities.
Excerpt
"Where
have you been, Mischa?"
It
took a moment for the impact of the question to soak into his lust
dazed mind. But he got it. Furious, he pushed Donovan's hands off and
stepped back. "What do you mean where have I been? Last time I
checked, I was an adult capable of coming and going as I pleased."
"That's
funny. Really. Because last time I checked you and I were partners,
the next best thing to married and the fathers of a disturbed child
who needs structure, routine and love."
Donovan's
voice lost its reasonable tone and his anger was clear. Tough. Fury
coursed through Mischa's veins. Was Donovan suggesting somehow that
he was at fault? "I am still your partner, and Matt's father.
But that doesn't mean I don't have other responsibilities and can
just hang around here picking up after the two of you."
"Is
that how you see us? Responsibilities? I guess that answers me pretty
neatly, doesn't it?"
His
jaw worked furiously. Fist clenched at his side, Mischa opened his
mouth to speak.
"Just...stop.
Whatever clever, rebellious retort you're about to make, hold on to
it. Don't say something you can't unsay, just, please listen to me."
Donovan interrupted him.
Mischa
drew in a long deep breath. Yeah, what he'd probably been about to
say might have hurt someone's feelings...but what about his feelings?
He nodded.
"I
pushed you into too much, too quickly. The last three years should
have been you enjoying college, us enjoying each other, and instead,
I pushed you to adopt and be a parent. It was too much. But I could
swear that you loved him as much as I did the moment we set eyes on
Matt."
Heart
aching, Mischa whispered, "I did." What the fuck was going
on? Why did it sound like Donovan was breaking up with him?
"The
thing is, Mischa. We're adults. We made all the choices and Matt got
pulled along with us. Now, I understand how you could want to be
free, to hang out with your friends, go to parties and..." He
waved a hand. "Do whatever you want."
A
warming flush spread over his face and Mischa lost all interest in
sex. "What are you talking about?"
"You
were supposed to be here to go to the soccer game with us. You said
you were going to the library. You disappeared. Ran off with Dex and
Trick without even bothering to tell us where you were going, because
I'm damn sure you didn't take those two to the library with you! How
do you suppose that made me feel? How do you think it made Matt
feel?"
Biting
his lip, Mischa stared at his lover. "I..."
"I'm
an adult and I can handle it, Mischa. But Matt is a child and he's
been hurt by enough people who are supposed to care for him. I can't
let you keep hurting him like that."
"I
love Matt. I'd never hurt him."
"Your
not being here hurts him, Mischa." Donovan met his gaze
steadily. "You need to take the weekend and think this through."
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Teaching
Teacher by Raven McAllan
Blurb
Finding
love in a new town had not been in Seb's plans. But life has a
tendency to throw you curveballs – like Ruari.
When
the new head teacher walks into his bar, Ruari knows he has to have
him, and damn the consequences. When lust turns to love, nothing else
matters. Together they will overcome, no matter what. Or will
circumstances drive them apart?
Excerpt
Ruari's
head was spinning, his arms were stiff, his cock ached, and he wanted
to be alone with Seb. It seemed like hours, but was probably no more
than forty-five minutes, before he judged they could leave his bar
staff to finish off. He swung behind the bar, grabbed a surprised
Seb, and kissed him full on the lips. Cheers and catcalls sounded
from the people around the bar.
"You."
He finished off with a squeeze to Seb's ass, "are a fucking
star. Definitely, a fucking star."
"Too
much info, boss." Dave was smirking at him.
Oh
fucking shit. He realized
where he was. Bollocks and
buggery and any other appropriate epithets.
How the hell was he going to sort this monumental cock-up out? He
chanced a look at Seb's expression, and sighed inwardly with relief.
Seb was laughing.
"Feet.
Mouth into?" Seb asked him.
He
nodded. "As Ever. Okay we're finished here. Coffee?"
Seb
nodded. Kizzy, who had walked up to them unnoticed made a face, and
sniggered. "That is the most pathetic euphemism I've heard boss.
Coffee. Hah!" She carried on past them, still sniggering.
"Gotcha
there, Boss." Dave patted him on the back. "Take yourself
off for er coffee. Don't forget the Swiss roll with it."
"Hells
bells." Ruari almost pushed Seb through the door and into the
stairwell of his flat. "Are you sure you still want to take a
chance on me. I shouldn't be let out without a keeper. And my lips
sealed."
Seb
pulled him tightly towards his body. Cock found cock and reacted in
the best possible way. "Oh, you're not reneging now, boss man."
Seb moved so his cock surged upwards. "All that is so easily
arranged."
"Huh?"
He was so caught up in the sensations of Seb hard against him, he'd
lost the thread of the conversation.
"Lips
sealed and a keeper. I'll be happy to be in change of all that.
Soon." Seb said.
"Okay,
so, first we have coffee?"
Seb
smiled and squeezed Ruari's arm. "Coffee, where's your car?"
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Merry
Christmas, Shelton by Dianne Hartsock
Blurb
Can
Shelton and Nevil overcome the obstacles of a blizzard, a baby, and
one hot redhead and find their way to a merry Christmas?
Shelton
and Nevil have rented a cozy cabin in the mountains in which to spend
the Christmas holiday. Tree is lit. Presents sparkle. Shelton
anticipates a very merry Christmas indeed. But then a blizzard
springs up, landing a sexy redhead on their doorstep looking like
trouble in a pretty package.
Tommy
brings a message for Nevil, but when he first hits on Shelton in the
shower, then offers to drive Nevil to his sister's side while she has
her baby, Shelton begins to wonder just how this mixed up Christmas
is going to end.
Excerpt
Shelton
woke from a sound sleep, disoriented by a pounding on the door. He
untangled from Nevil and sat up, heart racing. A glance at the clock
showed it was barely three o'clock in the morning. What
the hell? The pounding
resumed and he scrambled to his feet, taking a second to slip on
sweat pants before unlocking the door. The wind had died down and
Shelton blinked at the snow piled up against the cabin walls. A
slight figure huddled on the step, illuminated by the porch light,
and without hesitation Shelton drew him into the warmth of the room,
closing the door on the bitter night.
"What's
happened?"
Shelton
jumped a little at Nevil's voice and blinked as the light went on
overhead. There was a gasp from the bundle under his hand and he
searched the pale face the young man raised. The pretty blue eyes
weren't looking at him and he followed his gaze to where his lover
stood in all his naked splendor. Nevil scowled at their interest and
pulled on the cotton pajama bottoms he'd picked up.
Shelton
gave the boy a slight shake, knocking snow off his jacket and cap.
"God, you're soaked through! You need to get out of those
clothes. Nevil, can you stir up the fire?"
"Of
course."
As
if knowing his danger, the young man stripped off his coat and
sopping shirt while Shelton unlaced his boots and carefully slipped
them off, leaving the socks for now. Ski pants and under armor were
lowered and the young man leaned a hand on Shelton's shoulder as he
stepped out of them. Shelton glanced up and found himself on eye
level with a pair of dark boxers that did little to cover the
treasures beneath. His gaze swept up a tight stomach and muscular
chest and clashed with laughing eyes. Trouble!
He
cleared his throat. "Come to the fire and I'll check for
frostbite."
The
young man followed him, lifting the cap off a shock of copper hair.
He sat on the quilts and Nevil draped one over his shoulders while
Shelton knelt beside him. "Hands first," he said and slid
the wet gloves by careful inches off his hands. The skin felt cold
and white, but the fingertips weren't blue. "Can you move them?"
He
looked up when the young man didn't answer and met his puzzled gaze.
"You're really concerned, aren't you?"
The
man sounded slightly amused and Shelton felt the blush in his cheeks
as he answered, "Yes. I saw a boy with frostbite last winter, in
Colorado. It was...painful to witness. Let's check those toes."
He
removed the damp socks with the same care as the gloves, and sighed
in relief when the boy wiggled each toe. Nevil snorted from where he
leaned against the mantle watching the proceedings. "Now that we
know nothing is going to fall off, can you tell us what the hell
you're doing here?"
"Tera
Shaw left a message for you at the lodge." He smirked when Nevil
straightened, tense. "I volunteered to bring it. She says she's
fine, but that they're admitting her to the hospital in the morning.
She'd like you to be there as soon as you can."
"I'll
go immediately."
"No,
sir. The snow's not too bad at the lodge, but worse up here. We'll
have to wait for the snowplow to get your car out."
Nevil
paced the room, cursing under his breath. Shelton heard the young
man's breath quicken as he watched the lithe movements of the sleek
body, and frowned. "What's your name?" he asked as a
distraction. "Tommy."
Of
course it was. A cute name for a pretty face and sexy, youthful
body.Damn.
"Well,
Tommy, thanks for risking your neck for us. Why don't you get some
sleep here by the fire?" Shelton climbed stiffly to his feet and
went to Nevil's side. "Come to bed, honey." Nevil grunted
and Shelton slid an arm around his waist. "Try to sleep, at
least a little. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."
Nevil
relaxed against him. "You're right." He allowed Shelton to
lead him to their room, and paused in the doorway to glance back at
Tommy. "Thanks, man."
"My
pleasure," Tommy said with a purr.
Shelton's
lips thinned at the interest in the young man's gaze and tugged Nevil
into the room, purposefully closing the door. He pushed his lover on
the bed, cuddled up to him under the blankets, and held him close
until they slept.
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