Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Release Tour: Stryke First by Sandrine Gasq-Dion (October 15-24)

Title: Stryke First
Series: Rock Series #5
Author: Sandrine Gasq-Dion
Genre: M/M Romance 
Release Date: October 15, 2017 


Rebel Stryker has had to fight to survive from the moment he was born to a heroin-addicted mother. Raised by his grandparents, his only mission in life was to succeed where his mother had failed. Now, he and his childhood best friends tour the world as a famous heavy metal band. Like any rags-to-riches young man, Rebel definitely enjoys the perks of being in the limelight.

But now something has changed.

Rebel never wanted to fall in love, shying away from relationships and relishing his 'no worries' rock-star persona. But there's something about the band's new manager that catches Rebel's eye. Despite fighting it with everything he has, Rebel finds himself succumbing to man's quiet ways. It doesn't hurt that the guy loves Rebel's grandpa — the one relationship that means the world to him.

Staying true to his name, Rebel fights against the tide of attraction drawing him in. But it's only a matter of time before love finally strikes.

Stan Jackson is hiding a secret. A Very Big Secret. One he prays will never come to light, especially since life is pretty good now. He finally has a good job, and he considers the people around him friends -- even if they don't see him the same way. All he's ever wanted in life is to blend in, not make waves, and move on through. Now, as the manager of the internationally famous Skull Blasters rock band, he is put squarely into bassist Rebel Stryker's orbit. He spends a lot of time with Rebel's grandfather, which is not only fun, but rewarding. Another big benefit is that Stan gets to see Rebel all the time. When his past catches up to him, Stan learns that he isn't just the Skull Blasters' manager.

He's a part of their family.






I glanced up from my laptop as Rebel’s grandfather sauntered by me naked as the day he was born. He was scratching at his ass and mumbling and I cocked my head to the side.

“Grandpa? You forgot to put on underwear.”

I got a snort as he continued towards the kitchen. It wasn’t the first time—nor would it be the last time—that Augustus Stryker would be without clothing. I was told within five minutes of meeting the man that I had to call him grandpa or Auggie, and then I was told to call him grandpa. I placed my laptop on the table next to the couch and stood up, cracking my back and neck.

I sighed and walked around the coffee table to the kitchen. Grandpa was watching the coffee pot and I stood next to him.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Waiting for it to brew.”
“Grandpa, you need water and coffee grounds for that to happen. Go put some pants on and I’ll make coffee, okay?”
“You’re such a good boy, Stan. Taking care of me. When are you going to find yourself a man with a big dick?”
“Grandpa!” I blushed furiously and ducked my head.
“You know my Rebel is pretty well hung, just like his old man and me.”
“Okay, that’s wonderful. Could you please put some clothes on?”
“I don’t like em’! They itch!”
“All right, I’ll make sure the nurse adds fabric softener this time, okay?”
“She left.” Grandpa stared at the ceiling and squinted.
“What do you mean she left?”
“I don’t know. She just walked out.”
“Grandpa.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “What did you do?”
“I did nothing!”
“Why don’t I believe you?” I sighed as he continued to look at the ceiling. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for that spider to rappel down.”
“What?!” I jerked away and looked up. Sure enough, a huge spider was dangling above us. Call me a pussy, but I hate spiders. I mean I really hate them.









Best selling author, Sandrine (Sandy) was born in Inglewood, California. Raised by "Old School" French parents, she later moved to Tucson, AZ. It was there that writing became a hobby. Always told she had a great imagination, Sandy wrote short stories for her friends in High School. In college, she took more writing classes while working on her Criminal Justice degree, but it wasn't until a soap opera caught her eye that she got involved in male on male romances. On the advice of a friend, Sandy dipped her toes into the world of M/M Romance. Sandy takes the writing seriously and has had countless conversations with gay men as well as hours of research.She's been involved with the military in one way or another for over twenty years, and has a great deal of respect for our men in uniform. She's traveled the world, but has finally returned to Arizona.





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ReRelease: When Destinies Collide by Shirl Rickman (October 12-18)

Title: When Destinies Collide
Author: Shirl Rickman
Genre: YA Romance
Release Date: October 12, 2017 


FROM THE OUTSIDE, THEY APPEAR TO HAVE IT ALL… 

Waking every morning and pasting a smile on her face, Selene Chandler only looks like she has it all: parents who love each other, popularity… but what she actually has, is everyone fooled. 

Afraid to let anyone see the real, raw her, Selene’s life is far from perfect, and the well-constructed wall she’s built is so high, no one has ever seen past it except her mother; the one and only person she’s ever felt love from. 

A TWIST OF FATE THAT IGNITES A FIRE… 

The handsome “golden” boy of Montgomery, Texas, Drake Thomas appears to have the perfect life. The Mayor’s son, Drake is privileged, entitled, and has never faced the consequences of his actions. He’s never had to until one fateful night, his carefully constructed world begins to unravel, and it takes all the strength he didn’t know he had to hold it together. 

A CONNECTION THAT CAN’T BE DENIED… 

When fate deals Selene a devastating hand, she is forced into a new life, in a new town. Both alluring and beautiful, two strangers lives cross paths in a tangle of feelings impossible for them to ignore. 

Desire turns to a longing neither have ever allowed themselves to feel; but will it be enough to tear down their walls and overcome the secrets of their past? 

They’re both pretending; but in this life, you can only pretend for so long.






Selene

By the time I get back to the house, I’m sweating and bleeding. I decided to take the longer route home to see if the fort we built when I was ten was still standing, and I ended up tripping over a rock and cutting my knee open. I’ve always been a little clumsy—it wasn’t unheard of for my mama to teasingly call me Grace. The endearing term was a sort of a joke between us. She loved teasing me, and I loved it right back. I limp my way up the back porch steps and through the screen door, into the kitchen. I look down, trying to make sure I’m not dripping blood all over the place, when I run into something—or should I say someone—coming around the corner from the hall with a big box. It knocks us both back and I land hard on my bottom. Hardwood floors are not forgiving, and I scream out as the box and all of its contents hit the floor beside me. “Aunt Violette, I’m so sorry,” I instantly exclaim as I look up to find a set of eyes, the most unusual shade of green, staring at me with intense familiarity. “Oh…uh…I…” I can’t seem to form a coherent word. It isn’t Aunt Violette, but the most stunning person I’ve ever seen. His eyes are so indescribable, I feel my cheeks heat as they freely roam over my body. It’s like they’re marking their territory, and I can feel it move through every part of me. As if he suddenly remembers his manners, the stranger steps forward and reaches his hand out to me. My gaze moves from his eyes to his hand and back. My mind seems to be moving in slow motion, and a beat later I finally snap out of my thoughts and accept his help. He grips my hand and pulls me up with such force that I’m now almost pressed entirely against him. Our hands drop to our sides, and we’re standing so close I can smell a mixture of soap and sweat. I never knew the scent of sweat could be so appealing. I look up to find him gazing down at me, sending chills up my spine. Looking me straight in the eye, the stranger steps back a little and takes my hand again—this time without permission. “I’m Drake…Drake Thomas.” He keeps my hand in his, making it hard for me to think. I feel like I’m on fire. “I…” Before I can finish, Aunt Violette walks into the room and interrupts. “Oh, Selene, dear, I see you’ve met Drake.”





Shirl Rickman is a writer, a dreamer, and an optimist. A small town Texas girl currently residing in the San Francisco Bay Area, Shirl adores her husband, daughter, and two crazy dogs. When she's not dreaming up new love stories, Shirl can be found reading, drinking her favorite coffee, Kona Blend with coconut milk. She loves kindness, laughing and meeting her readers. 




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