INK & IRON: OBSESSION by Eden Bradley ~ Release Day Blitz

INK & IRON: OBSESSION

Ink & Iron, Book 1

By Eden Bradley

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He could have it all… but all he wants is her.
  
During his soaring career as the lead singer of indie-rock band Ink & Iron, Cole Kennrick has been through it all: sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Overindulging until he lost what mattered most.

Now he’s pulled his life together and left his addictions behind, except for one: his ex-wife, Janie. If only he can convince her their love was—still is—the real thing.

In the seven years since their divorce, Janie has kept tabs on the only man she’s ever truly loved. The one she had to leave in order to save herself. Still, dark and often kinky desires they explored together linger in her dreams and fantasies.

Janie has seen up close and way-too-personal that rock stars are bad, bad medicine. But when Cole shows up at her yoga studio, clean and sober, his leather-and-motorcycles scent teasing her senses, it’s way too tempting to slip right back into the one place she swore she’d never risk again—his arms.

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Author Info:

Eden Bradley, NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author

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Excerpt

Squirming, she pushed away from him, fighting down the emotion that wanted to overwhelm her.
“I can’t go there, Cole. I don’t want to talk about my fears with you. Or being your girl. Or my fucking hair, for God’s sake! This is…ridiculous. Impossible.”
But the sheer masculine beauty of his face—a face thousands of women would have killed to be close to—and the sincerity of his tone were getting to her. That, and the pure chemistry that still sizzled and snapped in the air between them like static electricity before a storm.
The past was the past. Wasn’t it? How was it possible that she still responded to him like this? She couldn’t seem to think straight.
“Have dinner with me tonight. We can talk.”
Her mind spun with images of them together in the darkness, with nothing but the light of the moon shining on their naked bodies through the windows of their old house in Venice Beach… Those images drove the other ones away, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or if it was bad, but this certainly felt better. “Tonight?” she asked uncertainly.
“Seven o’clock. I’ll pick you up wherever you tell me to. Here. Your home.” An air of command in his voice even while he was giving her options. How did he do that?
“I didn’t say I was going.”
He smiled, a devastating flash of strong white teeth. “You didn’t say you weren’t.”
“Damn it, Cole,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. She wanted to say no, but oh, the storm was coming.
He let out a low chuckle. “Still have to be a little mouthy before you give in. But you know I’ve always liked that about you.”
Oh, they were so not getting into the whole power exchange thing. She’d be lost.
“I can still say no.”
He only smiled, making her want him to kiss her again. And again. And damn it, he had her. For dinner, anyway.
She shook her head. “Okay. Okay. But I’ll meet you. Just tell me where.”
“Come on, Janie girl. You know I’m more of a gentleman than that. There is no way I’m not picking you up.”
She blew out a breath, dropped her arms and turned to grab a pen and a green sticky note from her teak desk. “This is my address.”
He glanced at the note. “Los Feliz. Cool, funky neighborhood. You close to Griffith Park?”
“Yes.”
“Nice.”
She raised her chin a few notches. “Yes. It is.”
He leaned in until she could feel his breath warm on her cheek, his voice low. “I understand you being defensive, finding it hard to trust even having a simple conversation with me. I get it, baby. But just for tonight, for what we had between us once, I need you to find a way to let me in. A little, at least.”
She nodded, unable to speak, his scent going through her like a live wire.
It had always been like this. He’d always had this effect on her—rendering her speechless simply by standing close to her. His touch was absolutely devastating. And his scent… God, no man had a right to smell that good.
Another shiver ran through her as she breathed him in. She would see him. She would be open to talking. But she would not let him make her head spin like the teenager who had fallen so hopelessly in love with him.
That’s a lie. You’ve never been able to resist him.
She wished it weren’t true. But that was the main reason she’d never faced him once the divorce papers were signed. Because she knew if she spent ten minutes alone with him—even after the drug and alcohol abuse, even after the nights she’d spent alone wondering where the hell he was, having him come home staggering at six in the morning—turning away from him would be impossible. She wasn’t sure she could do it again.
She was an idiot.
She nodded. “Seven o’clock.”
Copyright Eden Bradley 2015

The Social Club by John Crusey ~ Spotlight

The Social Club

by John Crusey

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It's said that a little knowledge can be dangerous. If that knowledge is about the Social Club it can be deadly. That's what 70-year-old, Mack McCormick learns when he stumbles onto the biggest story of his career as a newspaperman. Will he live to see it printed? The odds are against him.

Suspense/Thriller For adults only

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“Yeah, that guy who was hit by the train the other morning – apparently it was no accident, the sheriff’s office is trying to figure if it was a suicide or murder.  And to top it off, somebody burned the guy’s house down last night.”
 “Shit!” Will snorts and shakes his head, then remembers something else, and gets out of his chair, walking over to Mack,  “Hey, you want to see another local tragedy?” the young reporter asks, picking the newspaper up off of the table and opening it to page two, where the obituaries are always printed.  Handing the paper back, Will is pointing at the picture of a beautiful young woman.  “Look at this.”
Mack reads, “Betsy Fullenkamp, age 19 died at the home of her parents Saturday evening…”  “Nineteen?  Was she sick?” Mack asks.
“No, the police are definitely calling that one a suicide.  She hung herself.  Her mom found her in the basement swinging from the end of a clothesline.  The other end was tied around a sewer line.  Apparently she kicked a little stool out from under her.  They said her feet were less than six inches off the floor.”
“Damn.”
“I knew her,” Will says.  “They live less than a block from me.  Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and a personality to match.  Bubbly and outgoing, she would have done anything for anybody.  Brains too, graduated at the top of her class last year, and was always on the dean’s list down at Miami, in Oxford.  So much going for her, and she throws it all away.  She had it all.”

Betsy doesn’t say another word getting out of the car.  When she closes the rear door, the men drive away, leaving her standing in the parking lot, alone.  I can’t tell anyone what happened.  Who would believe me?  Who can I even trust?  The judge, a lawyer, the sheriff’s men, they were all in on this. What do I do?

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BIO

John Crusey lives in Piqua, Ohio with his wonderful wife, Kathy, and their two cats, Mama and Earl.  Totally disabled in 1998, John began searching for activities that he could still take part in.  Writing grabbed him and hasn't let go.  Because of writing, John now says that being disabled was one of the best things that ever happened to him.  It also gave him the opportunity to learn a great deal about himself.  He wrote a weekly column for a local newspaper for about two years, and has sold several magazine articles.  Chicken Soup for the Recovering Soul used one of John's stories as their lead.  In 2012, his first eBook, Ella, came out.  Ella is a fictionalized account of the life of one of John's close friends.  Everything that happens to Ella in the story is true, but names and geography are changed to keep her true identity hidden.  Through a long struggle, John has regained a lot of what he'd lost when he was disabled, and he enjoys riding his tadpole, recumbent trike on Piqua's beautiful bike path every chance he gets.

Outing the Quarterback By Tara Lain ~ A Novel in the Long Pass Chronicles ~ Spotlight

Outing the Quarterback 

A Novel in the Long Pass Chronicles 

By Tara Lain

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Will Ashford lives in two closets. He meets his wealthy father’s goals as both the quarterback for the famous SCU football team and a business major, but secretly he attends art school and longs to live as a painter. And he's gay. But if he can win the coveted Milton Scholarship for art, he’ll be able to break from his father at the end of his senior year. 

In a painting master class, Will meets his divergent opposite, Noah Zajack. A scarred orphan who’s slept on park benches and eaten from trash cans, Noah carefully plans his life and multiple jobs so he has money and time to go to art school. Will's problems seem like nothing compared to Noah's. Noah wants the scholarship too and may have a way to get it since the teacher of his class has designs on him, a plan Will isn't happy about.

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Noah stuck to his back as Will collapsed onto the narrow bed. The weight felt so wonderful. His ass felt so wonderful. His heart felt pretty damned good too. He’d made that cool, cynical artist with all the top experience lose it. Better than a fifty-yard pass.

His heart hammered against the bed while Noah’s beat against his back. It actually tickled. Will murmured, “We got a two-drum concert going on.”

“Yeah.” Noah’s chest expanded as he drew a breath; then he rolled and flopped on his back. His right shoulder hung off the bed.

Will turned on his side, tucked an arm over Noah, and pulled him closer. “Don’t want you falling off.” Actually, he missed the guy’s warmth and wanted him near.

Quiet. Breathing. What to say now?

Noah chuckled. “Who’d have guessed you’d be a bottom? And such an enthusiastic one.” Well, shit. Will pushed up on his forearm. Noah grabbed him. “That was no lie I love it.”

Will collapsed back to the bed and stared into Noah’s blue, blue eyes.

Noah brushed hair off his forehead. The mane fell over his shoulder. He looked like a painting. “So what now?”

“You do have a way of getting to the point, Tas.” Will cocked an eyebrow.

“No time to play games. You’re the one with all the closets.”

Shit, yeah. Will sighed and pushed up on his elbow, then to sitting. “Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to kill the afterglow?”

Noah shrugged. He flopped on his back. “I’ve got an early class tomorrow, so I can’t ask you to spend the night.”

“I have to go anyway.”

“Back into the closet.”

Will frowned. “You knew about me before you fucked me.”

“Yep. But your ass turned me on more than your made-up life turned me off.”

“I don’t know whether to be insulted or flattered.”

Noah flashed that half smile. “Your choice.”

Will stared at the beautiful, scarred, cynical face. “Maybe you’re just too tough for me, Tas.”

The blue eyes riveted him. “Also your choice.”

Will breathed in slowly through his nose. Every hour of his lying life felt like a low ache in his heart. This was different. More like a knife or a big needle. Weird. He didn’t know this guy. He’d gotten what he wanted—a hot poke in the butt. But the desire to have Noah care about him beat like a pulse.

He unfolded himself from the bed and scooted to the floor. Noah didn’t move.

Pants with briefs inside went on first, then his sneakers, then his sweater. Only the sound of rustling clothing interfered with the silence.

He walked to the door. Should he look back? No way, he couldn’t. He turned his head. Noah lay with one arm curved above him on the bed. His lean body looked as relaxed as his cock. His eyes were watchful.

Will nodded. “Thanks. It was great.” He opened the door and walked out.

Cool air hit him and made him shiver, but it wasn’t as cold as his big exit.

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Author Info:

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

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