Thursday, March 26, 2015

Roses are Red… Violet is Dead by Monica-Marie Vincent

Title: Roses are Red… Violet is Dead, Book 1 in the Blood So Violet Series
Author: Monica-Marie Vincent
Genre: YA thriller/horror
Publisher: Booktrope Publishing
Release date: Aiming for March 24th, 2015

Violet Sumner has a stalker.
Between her largely dysfunctional family of two and the friends she doesn’t feel particularly close to, Violet thinks he’s the least of her problems. What she fails to understand is that the guy is no prankster and soon people turn up dead or missing. Because of her.

Things change when Violet’s best friend disappears and realization sinks in that the stalker means business. Denial put aside, Violet has no other option but to accept the help of police Sergeant Willard Kelley and his rather sweet protégé, to come to terms with the seriousness of the situation.

Yet nothing could’ve prepared her for her close up with the psycho.
Who will survive in this tale of obsession and misplaced devotion?

"Can I get a tall black coffee to go, please?" he asked as he whisked past me to the counter.
 Jordan nodded and grabbed the cup, casting a worried look in my direction. She hadn't missed that I wasn't comfortable with Colton. Her movements were swift, but for some reason they seemed like slow motion to me. It took everything I had to glance up at Colton's face. Since when was he a fan of coffee?

 Colton's posture was relaxed as he leaned on the counter, smirking in my direction. "Fancy meeting you here, Vi," he fired off cockily. He chuckled as he handed Jordan money with one hand and took the coffee with the other.

"Well, I'm here every morning. What's your excuse?" I rolled my eyes as I put my hand on my hip, my spine straightening to my full height of five-foot-four.

  "Decided I needed a little 'pick me up’. What's better than a nice steaming cup of coffee?" He held up his cup like he was going to cheers with mine. I clutched my cup a little closer.

 "Didn't you have to drive out of your way to get here?" I refused to meet his gaze.

  "Yeah, so?" He challenged

 "So? Coffee isn't even your thing." I stepped back and held my chin up defiantly

  "I wanted to come and see a friend. Is that OK?" He flashed his notorious megawatt smile.

  "Colton, we're not friends. Shelby and I are friends. You and Blake are friends. But you and I, we're not friends." I gestured between us, emphasizing my point.

 "Yeah, because you are the only reason in the world that I would come here."

He licked his lips as he pushed himself into a standing position. A predatory smile emerged. 

"Aren't we a little full of ourselves this morning?"

 I could feel all of the blood draining out of my face and into my feet. Feet that refused to move toward the door. Silently, I tried to will Jordan to say something, anything, but she had made herself busy behind the counter. My dry mouth couldn't form any words to rebut what Colton had said. All that was missing was for me to be standing there in my underwear like one of those nightmares where you go to school naked, only I was standing in the middle of Starbucks.

 "It doesn't have to be this way. You don't have to be such a bitch to me. I'm your best friend's boyfriend. Maybe it's time you come to terms with that." A slow, smug smile spread across his face.

 "Whatever. I'm going to be late." I tossed my hair over my shoulder, turned to wave at Jordan, and fled the store like he was chasing me.

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 About the author:
Monica-Marie Vincent writes Young Adult novels about troubled teens and even more troubled parents. She currently lives in Sacramento, CA although she would rather be in her home town of San Francisco. Thanks to her very put upon husband Monica-Marie is always well stocked with coffee, Diet Coke, and Cheddar Jalapeno Cheetos, so she wouldn't have to move away from her writerly lair to do mundane things like shopping.

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Please Remember Me by Jacob Z. Flores

Please Remember Me
Author: Jacob Z. Flores
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Release Date: February 6, 2015

A Song Playlist for Please Remember Me

Hi, everyone. My name is Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m thrilled to be back here at Literary Nymphs.

I’m here today to share something that I’ve never done before. I created a song playlist for my latest release from Dreamspinner, Please Remember Me.

Why did I create soundtrack for this book?

Well, music is an important part of my life, and I believe that it helps set the mood for most of the things we do. When I workout, I like to listen to high-energy music that really gets my blood pumping and my feet moving. When I drive, I listen to music to help calm me down since I encounter so many idiots on the road.

I think music is a good accompaniment to our lives, so why not my book? Besides setting the mood of the story and introducing readers to the world they will enter, music creates emotional connections that immediately grab the audience. How many of us have been immediately glued to the screen when the theme music for Star Wars begins playing on the television?

So I searched my iTunes playlist and scrounged the Internet for the perfect set of songs for Please Remember Me.

To me, these songs represent the journey Santi and Hank take in the book from their first meeting to the accident and beyond. I hope you enjoy my selection.

Track #1: “Hold It Against Me” by Britney Spears

Track #2: “Tonight (I’m Fu*king You)” by Enrique Iglesias

Track #3: “Just Can’t Get Enough” by Depeche Mode

Track #4: “Ain’t No Other Man” by Christina Aguilera

Track #5: “Here (In Your Arms)” by Hellogoodbye

Track #6: “Your Love Is My Drug” by Ke$ha

Track #7: “Marry Me” by Jason Derulo

Track #8: “Brain Stew” by Green Day

Track #9: “Don’t You Forget About Me” by Simple Minds

Track #10: “Bringin’ on the Hearbreak” by Def Leppard

Track #11: “Numb” by Linkin Park

Track #12: “Need You Now” by Lady Antebellum

Track #13: “I Can’t Make You Love Me” by Bonnie Raitt

Track #14: “Finally Found You” by Enrique Iglesias

Track #15: “Love You Like a Love Song” by Selena Gomez

Track #16: “Edge of Glory” by Lady Gaga

And that wraps up my playlist. What did you think of the songs? Was there a song you feel should have been added to the list? I’d be interested to hear what playlist you would create for this book?

Before I head back to my part of the Internet, I want to thank everyone here at Literary Nymphs and the readers who joined me today.

For those interested, I have included a blurb and excerpt below. Additionally, as part of my blog tour I’m hosting a giveaway.

The Please Remember Me Giveaway Contest

I’m hosting two different giveaways. At each stop of my tour, one lucky winner will receive a free e-copy of any book from my backlist.

At the end of my tour, I’ll be giving away a $50 gift certificate to Amazon.
Good luck to everyone and thanks for stopping and visiting with me today.


Successful lawyer Santi Herrera couldn’t be happier with the direction his life is taking. Not only is he on track to becoming a partner in his law firm, but he’s planning his wedding to Hank Burton, a south Texas contractor who has made a name for himself despite his humble beginnings. 

The introverted, lone wolf Santi and the friendly, outgoing Hank complement each other perfectly. From the moment they laid eyes on each other, they were hooked, and as far as Santi and Hank are concerned, a happily ever after is their destiny.

But fate deals them a devastating new hand.

A construction accident leaves Hank with severe head trauma and brings him precariously close to death. When he finally awakens, Hank doesn’t remember Santi or the love they shared for the past three years. 

Santi faces the greatest challenge of his life. Can he respark a flame his lover can’t recall? And can he stop the diverging paths that fickle fate charts between them?


 While we stood in line at the club, waiting for our turn to pay admission, Jill gave me instructions on how to catch the eye of a hot man. 

“You’ve got to pretend that you’re an old pro at this clubbing crap. Don’t stand around with your arms folded across your chest. It makes you look bored and stiff, and not in the good way.” 

She eyed me until I uncrossed my arms. What was I supposed to do with my hands now? Standing with my arms crossed was my thing. 

“You also have to project confidence, not desperation. All men, especially gay men, hate that. If you look like you don’t give a fuck if anyone talks to you, then you’ll have your pick of the dogs to take you to pound town. Also, try smiling. 

You’ve got nice teeth and sexy lips, so wipe that grimace from your face.”

“What I want to wipe is you from the bottom of my shoe.”

“As if you could,” Jill said with a smile. “Don’t be afraid to chat up some hottie either. If he talks back, see where it goes. If he doesn’t, it’s his loss. Just move on and don’t let some stuck-up prick get you off your game.”

I stared blankly at her. “I have no game.”

“No truer words have been spoken,” she said with a nod.



We broke into hysterics. We always did that whenever we called each other by those names. They were terms of endearment that only Jill and I could use. When the laughing fits ceased, Jill continued on with her advice as if she’d never stopped.

But I had stopped listening. Someone new had my full attention.

Crossing the street toward the club was the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on. He had to be well over six feet tall, since he towered over his two friends on either side of him, and he was built like a brick shithouse. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his red muscle shirt, which, for some reason, had Hello Kitty across the front. He packed a pair of amazing guns. Green ink from a tattoo design I couldn’t make out in the dim light trailed around the biceps of both arms. I’d never been into tattoos on guys before. I had always preferred the clean-cut, professional look, but on tall, tanned, and blond, the body art somehow made him look professional, rugged, and forbidden.

My cock agreed. It fattened and lengthened within the uncomfortable confines of my tight denim.

“Are you listening to me?” Jill asked.

“Not a word,” I replied as I stepped out of the line.

“Where are you going?”

Where the hell was I going? I’d never approached a man in the almost thirty years of my life, but here I was walking toward someone I’d just laid eyes on. What had come over me?

The answer was easy enough. He had.

Something about him yanked me from my usual complacency and spurred me into action. It was as if I had to talk to him or I’d regret not doing so for the rest of my life. As I drew closer to where he had stopped to chat with his friends, the man became more stunning. His blond hair was clipped short, and his sideburns descended into a dark blond beard that cut a manly swath across his tanned, rugged cheeks. But the rough appearance and the fact that he could probably break me in two didn’t fool me. The light of his smile and the twinkle in his blue eyes as he laughed with his friends told me this man wasn’t some asshole prick.

His hard exterior hid the gentle lamb he truly was.

“Hi,” I said as I reached his side. “I’m Santi.”

His lips spread into a smile that was warmer than my parents’ house on Christmas Eve. “I’m Henry Burton,” he said as he extended his hand for mine. “But everyone calls me Hank.”
When Hank’s big, rough hand closed over mine in greeting, I had to stifle a moan before it could escape my throat. “Nice to meet you, Hank.”

“Same here,” he replied. When he didn’t immediately withdraw his grip from mine, I realized that this tall hunk of man flesh might like me too. How incredible was that?

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Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hardass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

 Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

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Monday, March 9, 2015

Kristi & Joanna from Torquere Press, LLC

Meet: Kristi & Joanna from Torquere Press, LLC

What are your 2 favorite careers?
 Well, publishing of course would be both of our number one favorite careers! In past careers we have both learned necessary people skills, customer service, marketing abilities and many other invaluable roles. I, Kristi, have been running Torquere for four years so becoming the owner really wasn’t a huge change. The biggest change was the ability to change things I needed to work on to build the business even further.

What is the hardest thing you ever had to do?
Kristi – Well isn’t this an interesting question. ;) The hardest thing that I have ever had to do was learn to balance my natural workaholic personality with family life. I am the type of person that if I am awake I am working, which can be tough on family in general, so learning to make myself walk away and take time was a very challenging thing for me.
Joanna - The hardest thing that I ever had to do was bounce back from losing my fiancée when I was 20 years old due to a tragic car accident. I had to bring myself back from a very dark place and continue going forward in life towards my goals, being successful and happy despite having struggles against me.

Favorite music, song or band
Kristi – I love music of almost all genres. I found myself just yesterday saying I must be old because I can’t stand the music my teenage daughter listens to. I can be found listening to anything from country to heavy metal. A lot of it depends on my mood or what I am doing. I use music to motive, alter my moods or just for enjoyment.
Joanna – I am a musician at heart. I sing, play guitar and keyboard as well  love music in general. I can be found listening to current hits as well as unknown artists that I found in a dark corner of YouTube. I equate pretty much everything throughout the day to music in one form or another.
Are you usually late, early or right on time?

Kristi – I am very anal about being early or on time to everything, although I am a very well known hater of mornings. I tend to be a night owl so early morning appointments find me dragging my butt out of bed forcefully. But being early to appointments keeps my OCD from getting going.

Joanna – I am usually early to everything. I was raised in a family of business owners and taught the importance of being on time which meant at least 15 minutes early. I can’t stand to be late it makes my skin crawl.

Are you happy with your life for the most part right now?

Kristi – I couldn’t be happier with my life right now. I am running an amazing publishing company adding romance and sexy spice to the world. Engaged to my amazing partner in life and business, while raising our kids and taking care of our dogs.

Joanna – Absolutely! I am happier now than I have ever been. I am in happy stable relationship, a new growing family, a supportive partner and am finally able to pursue my entrepreneurial desires with Torquere Press head on.

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Kristi – If I could choose anywhere in the world to visit it would be Romania. I have a deep-seated love of all things dark and creepy. I would love to go tour all the old ruins, castles and creepy places in Romania. Seeing the lands and people would please me beyond explanation. My second place to visit would be Ireland. Everything I have seen is it is a stunning place of beauty that needs me there.

Joanna – Anywhere in the world? Well right now to the Ed Sheeran concert I have been fighting to find tickets to. Ireland would be my first choice, then Spain or Rome.

What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?

Kristi – Well, this depends if you mean give up or give up on. The hardest thing for me to give up on would be my children. It would take something very huge and serious for me not to always be at their side ready to help them. Secondly I would never give up on my business, Torquere Press, this has been my heart and soul for years and now having ownership just makes it that much more important.

Joanna – Love, passion, family, music, books and life.

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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Frankie & Al by Sue Brown

Frankie & Al by Sue Brown
A Novella in Frankie's Series
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Release Date: March 21, 2014
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Dumped by his boyfriend, Frankie Mason goes out with the girls, gets totally trashed, and ends his night by falling in front of a taxi. He’s rescued by a man with beautiful green eyes who takes care of him until he’s put into an ambulance. 

Frankie curses himself as he realizes he doesn’t have the man’s phone number. Still in pain a few days later, he is dragged out to a club only to be saved by Green Eyes once more. This time, he isn’t letting the man go.

Unfortunately Frankie has to attend a team-building exercise, nicknamed Womb Weekend, organized by his company. Al is working so he doesn't mind, until he discovers who the team leader is. Al has a lot of explaining to do! 

Anthony & Leo by Sue Brown
A Novella in Frankie's Series
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Release Date: March 25, 2015
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Watching Marchant train his new sub leaves Tony unhappy at not having found a Dom of his own. Running Marchant’s BDSM club, Tony sees who the Doms prefer and it isn’t him—too big, too old, and too hairy. When his friend Jordan suggests he look outside the club, 

Tony’s mind turns to Leo, a man he met in a traffic jam. Tony manages to arrange a date and happily learns Leo is funny, very toppy, and not averse to Tony's lifestyle. As a bonus, Leo sells sex toys.

When tragedy strikes the club, Tony fears he can’t help the mourning club members, but Leo offers his unwavering support. After such a tough start, Tony believes Leo is the Dom he’s been looking for... until he catches him kissing another man.


Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn't following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot and has gotten expert at ignoring the orders.

Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. She may be late to the party, but she's made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.


Winner’s Prize: $20 Amazon Gift Card
2 Runners Up get: An e-copy set of – Frankie & Al (Book 1); Ed & Marchant (Book 2)

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Monday, March 2, 2015

Love Refocused By: Nancy Corrigan

Love Refocused
By: Nancy Corrigan
Sander’s Valley, 2
Wyn Sander is surprised when his brother Kyle asks him to be best man at his wedding. Wyn’s even more shocked to learn the woman who later walks into his garage is Ronnie’s half-sister, Iona. He’s instantly attracted to her. She’s sophisticated, beautiful, and confident. At least she is until Wyn stands up. She flinches and a look of terror passes over her face. It bothers him to see. Luckily, desire replaces it, but it doesn’t stop Wyn’s curiosity. For the first time in his life, he wants to find out what made Iona fearful and fix it.

Iona can’t believe her luck. The man she lusts after is her new sister’s soon to be brother-in-law. The kiss they share shatters her, but her attempt to stop any involvement with him ends up with her agreeing to three dates. She decides Wyn is unlike any man she’s ever known, and it’s unfortunate she can’t enjoy him. She isn’t in the market for a boyfriend. All she wants is sex. The only problem is—she doesn’t think Wyn sees things her way.

Short blurb:
When Wyn sees Iona, he falls hard. Iona's not so sure—their chemistry is explosive, but after a bad relationship she's not sure she can commit again.

Excerpt (PG)
Iona knelt next to the whelping box. Her heart raced and hands shook. She glanced over her shoulder. Wyn crouched near her, his gaze on her, not the adorable puppies they’d come to see. Lust simmered in his eyes, but so did curiosity. She got the impression he was judging her. Why, she didn’t have a clue. She’d made it clear her contact with dogs had been hands-off. She’d petted a few. That was it.

“I’m nervous.” Both at the prospect of holding one of the pups and the reason behind his focused study.

“You’ll do fine.”

He laid a hand on her back. The simple touch calmed her. She peeked into the box. Lucy, the puppies’ mother, lay on her side. Her watchful gaze tracked Iona’s every movement. 

“Are you sure she won’t mind if I hold one?”

“Maybe, but she won’t bite you. Her pups just turned three weeks. It’s time to start holding them. Get them used to humans, you know?”

She nodded, even though she didn’t understand.

Wyn moved closer. His stomach pressed against her bottom. He leaned over her and held a hand out to Lucy. No desire accompanied the brush of his body to hers. Reassurance did. She relaxed. So did the dog. Lucy tilted her head for Wyn’s scratch, and the short nub of her tail wiggled.

Iona laughed. Wyn glanced at her, brows raised and a question in his eyes. She pointed to Lucy’s stump of a tail. “That’s cute.”

He flashed her a half smile. One dimple formed with his grin, and her heart did a little flip. Her lover was devastatingly handsome. Did he know what one of his grins did to her? That seeing his dimples aroused her yet made her want to snuggle closer at the same time?

Excerpt (PG-13)
The chimes over the door sounded, pulling him out of his thoughts and announcing a customer, except business hours had ended an hour ago. Only one person he could think of who’d walk in: Kyle.

“If you’re back to beg me to come eat your girl’s sad attempt at dinner, you can forget it. Last time I ate the crap she made, I had the shits for days.”

A woman’s giggle answered him.

The wrench he held slipped from his hand. The clank reverberated in the garage and mixed with the click of heels. He inwardly cursed. Way to impress, jackass. Then again, he didn’t have anyone to impress. Like his older brothers, he’d worked his way through the county’s available women. He’d only accomplished the feat in half the time they had.

“Next time, try Pepto-Bismol. It works wonders.”

The woman’s heavily accented voice wrapped around him and tightened his body. He couldn’t place where she was from, but the rich cadence sounded both rough and sensual. A quick peek showed a pair of open-toed, high-heeled shoes on either side of his hips. Pink nail polish covered the nails of delicate toes he had the sudden urge to nibble on. He let his gaze travel higher. Lightly tanned skin stretched over muscled calves he wouldn’t mind licking either.

His cock thickened.

He slid the rolling platform from beneath the truck. The woman didn’t move. His chest ended up between her spread legs. He swept his gaze over her thin but shapely thighs to the frayed denim cutoffs that barely covered her ass. Right above the waistband, a small rose tattoo partially showed. The sight of it there acted as a lure. He wanted to peel her shorts off to see the rest of the design.

He forced his gaze higher before he gave in to the urge. A plaid midriff shirt was tied in a loose knot under her boobs. Her breasts matched the rest of her delicate frame, but they’d give him enough to suckle on. Or nibble on. Or hell, cushion his head when he fell asleep in her arms. Oh yeah, they were perfect.

The longer he stared, the quicker her chest rose and fell. He couldn’t stop his grin from spreading if he tried. Having a hot woman drool over him was the biggest damn turn-on a guy could get.

She placed a hand on her hip. “Do you like what you see?”

Excerpt (R)

She jerked her hand from his. “Where are we going?”

“Basement. Need you.” He reached for her.

She backed up. “We can’t. Your mom—”

He drew her against him. “You feel that? How hard I am?”

A soft sigh escaped her lips, his only answer.

He brushed his fingertip across them. “I ache, darling.”

She turned her head and sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. The tug connected with his balls. He wrenched his finger free and cupped her face between his hands. “I’m going to take you downstairs and fuck you, Iona. Hard and fast.” Her eyes widened. He loved the shock displayed in them. He brushed his lips over hers. “Then tonight, you’re coming home with me, and I’m going to love you real slow, until you beg me to fill you up.”

She shook her head. “No sleepovers. No commitments. I told you that. Besides, your mom is picking me up early. We’re going shopping.”

Her words danced through his head. Disappointment hit first, then excitement flared. “You didn’t say no to now.”

She swallowed hard. “I don’t know. I want you, but…”

“But what?”

She glanced in the direction of the living room. “What if somebody walks in on us? Your family will assume we’re in a relationship.”

“Nobody will catch us.” With a single finger, he turned her face toward him. “Do you trust me?”

Her cautious nod answered him.

“Good.” That was all he needed to know. He lifted her, a hand on her bottom.

He nipped her lip. “Quiet. We only have a few minutes.” He pulled the basement door shut behind them and turned the lock. “And I’m not wasting them talking.”

“You’re serious.” Her whisper matched her widened eyes.

He hurried down the stairs and dropped her bottom on the back of the sofa. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ll survive a whole day without you.”

She clutched at his shirt. “Oh.”

One word. Damn he loved how she reacted to him. He popped the button on her shorts and tugged the zipper. She lifted her bottom. No hesitation. No denial. He held her acceptance close.

“Next time, I’ll worship you. Head to toe. Eat you out. Lick your breasts. Give you everything.” Hand fisted around her waistband, he glanced at her. “You want that?”

She nodded. “Yes. I want.”

“Good, but tonight I need you. Just like this.”

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Author Bio
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.

She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. 

Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

Prize – 2 winners: an Amazon copy of Love Repeated, Sander’s Valley book 1