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EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Hunter by Dakota Storm

Blurb:

Sexy as sin bounty hunter, Hunter Jones, lives, eats, and breathes his next case. He’s always been content to live his life on the road with no attachments and no one to answer to. Love was for other people, but when he stops in a small town for a little R&R and meets up with a fellow bounty hunter to review a case, he runs into the man in every one of his wet dreams, only Hunter isn’t ready for love, but Donovan turns his head and his heart upside down.
Donovan Madsen has it all; a lucrative business, a close-knit family and a best friend, who he shares it all with, but something is missing. Donovan always dreamed of finding the “one”, settling down and living the small town life, but he never thought it would happen…until Hunter.
The mutual attraction is instant and intense; neither can say goodbye.
As trouble brews and Donovan is kidnapped, Hunter realizes life is too short to not take what he wants. FBI, Mercenaries and bounty Hunters fight for their lives in this action packed romance, where lives are on the line and their love might not be enough.

Excerpt:

Feeling reluctant to take his hands off of Hunter’s sides, Van climbed off the back of the bike and stretched his legs a little, smiling sheepishly at Hunter.
“It’s been a while since I road on a bike,” Van told him and smiled.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been on it for the last three weeks, pretty much straight. I eat, sleep, and ride. I’m on a bit of R&R now.”
Trying to keep his giddy smile hidden, Van wanted to jump up and down that this god-like creature was in his small town for some R&R. Turning so he faced Jocassee Lake, he leaned on the side of the picnic table. He loved the view from this spot and could usually gaze for hours at the wildlife and rugged terrain, but he was too focused on Hunter to take it all in today.
“So, how long are you in town for, Hunter?” Van whispered.
Doing a little stretch as well, Hunter strutted over to where Van was leaning. He had a loose-legged walk that brought Van’s mind immediately to sex. Looking into his eyes, Van couldn’t help but get lost in their depths again. Time seemed to stand still as Hunter leaned into Van’s space and whispered, “As long as you want me to be,” and kissed the side of his mouth.
Van couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t focus. All he could do was feel, and what he felt stunned him.
The only noise, besides the occasional hawk screeching for his next meal, was Van’s gasp of air as Hunter kissed him again, lightly running his tongue over Van’s lower lip before gently biting it. Van’s arms had a mind of their own as they grabbed onto Hunter’s hips, pulling him closer.
Both were out of breath, and they hadn’t done anything but exchange a few light kisses. Van couldn’t ever remember getting so turned on by just a kiss. This man was so good, yet so bad for his heart. Van could feel himself getting addicted to Hunter’s kisses and craving so much more. He was fucking screwed and he knew it.
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Shit, Hunter thought about what Van would taste like the whole ride up the mountain, now he couldn’t get enough. His taste was warm and sunny with a hint of cinnamon. When Van’s hands landed on his hips, pulling him forward, it took all of Hunter’s control not to grab his head and plunder his mouth with his own. But he knew less than nothing about Van, other than he seemed a little on the shy side, and he didn’t want to scare him away. Hunter was more of a rough around the edges, take no shit kind of guy, but being there with Van made him want to take his time and savor. Savor Van’s taste and the way his cock rubbed against his through his jeans. Jesus.
“Kiss me,” Van begged as Hunter again ran his tongue around his mouth, biting not so gently this time at his lips.
Needing no more encouragement, Hunter grabbed the back of Van’s head and slid his tongue roughly into Van’s mouth, enlisting a long groan from the man. Van’s cock, having a mind of its own, rubbed faster against Hunter’s, and his tongue wrestled for domination. Hunter grabbed the hair at the back of Van’s neck, forcing his tongue deeper into his mouth, sliding his tongue in and out, mimicking what he wanted to do next. He couldn’t get enough of his taste, of his essence, his scent. Hunter didn’t get mushy about kissing a guy, but damn it, he felt that kiss to his balls and back and was ready to explode.
The sound of a car pulling onto the gravel had the two reluctantly pulling apart, but not breaking eye contact as the car headed back in the same direction it came from.
“Well, that was…” Van touched his lips and smiled.
“Yeah,” was all Hunter could get out as he adjusted his dick in his tight jeans. He couldn’t understand his need to hold on to this moment. He wanted to grab hold of Van and never let go.

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About the Author

 Dakota Storm was born and bred in rural southwest Massachusetts. Her love of writing romance brings many stories to life in her head all culminating in a happily ever after. Even though she lives up North she hates the winters but love cuddling up with her husband by a toasty fire. She harnesses her other creativity through photography in which loves to hike and capture animals in the wild. She loves to blog and read all genres but her favorite is m/m romance with a happily ever after. You can follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDakotaStorm/

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BLOG TOUR, EXCERPT AND GUEST POST! His Scar by Erin E. Keller

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His Scar

by Erin E. Keller

Genre: Contemporary

Word count: 33,666

Publisher: JMS Books LLC

Date of release: September, 24 2016

Blurb:

A car wreck leaves Ryan with a facial scar he believes people find unsightly. But not Sean, a smiling tattoo artist who doesn’t judge a book by its cover.

Sean manages to find the beauty in everyone, including gruff and defensive Ryan. He refuses to be put off by the hard mask behind which Ryan hides. But convincing Ryan to open his heart is proving to be quite a challenge.

When someone from Ryan’s past offers him what he wants most in the world, Ryan has a decision to make. Which voice will he listen to –­­ his heart or his head?

 

EXCERPT:

We sit at a table and the conversation is really pleasant, so nice that unusually I move my hair away from my face twice without even realizing.
“You should do that more often,” Charlie murmurs, leaning a hand on my arm.

“I don’t think I’m ready. I can’t stop thinking it must be a bit … horrifying.”

“You see it like that. Listen, Ryan. Obviously, people can see it. And it’s natural they might stiffen for a second when they notice it. But I can tell you it isn’t because of scorn or disgust. It’s because the first thing you think is that something bad happened … and you feel speechless. I mean, you feel sorry.”

I look at Charlie and feel deeply touched. I squeeze the hand she leaned on my arm and tilt my head sideways.

“Thanks, Charlie,” I whisper, smiling.

“And above all, yes, it’s true you have a scar, but there’s a guy staring at you.”

Suddenly I raise my head, surprised. “What?”

Charlene nods her head to my right and I turn, gazing around, trying to figure out who’s looking at me.

I immediately understand as soon as I see a mass of honey-blond curls. Sean. I blink and move my hand up from the table to greet him. Sean smiles and lifts his glass.

And a second later I yelp in pain because Charlie’s nails dig into my arm.

“Do you know him?” she mouths excitedly. She seems shocked and ready to explode.

“Well, yes. He is … he works near the library.”

“But do you see how he looks at you? Ohhh, you have to invite him over to join us!”

“Did you hit the beer tap before sitting down? No way!”

“But he’s so nice! Look at that cute face!”

“Charlie … ”

“Mmm, and those thick lips …”

“Charlie.”

“And how soft his hair must be!”

“CHARLIE!” I scream this time, causing her and Frank to both jump. Immediately I lower my voice and move closer to my friend. “Number one, I don’t know him that well. Number two, I’m not exactly single. Number three, I don’t even know if he’s interested in me. I don’t even know if he’s gay!” I keep my voice low, almost conspiratorial.

Charlie looks at me, showing she understands, and nods like I’m a small child. “Honey … number one, you don’t need to know what size underwear he wears to invite him over to our table. Number two, single or not, I don’t expect you to have sex on the table in front of us. It’s a public place, in case you didn’t notice. Number three, trust me, love. The way he looks at you, he’s gay and he’s interested in you. You know, if his eyelashes had hands, you would be naked right now.”

I look at my friend as if she’s an alien. I will never get used to the way she can floor me.

“Sorry, but what am I supposed to do about it?” I murmur, shaking my head. “I don’t think …”

I haven’t even finished my sentence when, to my horror, I see Charlie standing up and heading towards Sean. I give Frank an imploring look, but he only shrugs.

“This is between you and her,” he says, lifting his hands with half a smile.

“But she’s your wife!” I look over at Charlie who’s now talking to Sean.

“I know, but I love her for what she is.” Frank chuckles, crossing his hands over his belly.

“I do, too,” I whisper, my voice trembling when I see her coming back with Sean.

Oh my, and now?

“Hi!” the Irishman says with his usual funny, almost adorable smile.

“Hi,” I answer, having a little coughing fit.

“Can I?” Sean asks, taking a stool.

“Well, if I said no, that would be rude,” I murmur.

For an instant I’m afraid Charlie’s going to slap me. Frank looks at me with little sympathy while Sean stands there with the stool, not moving.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Charlene told me … nothing. I don’t want to disturb you,” he sputters, putting the stool back in its place, getting ready to walk away.

I know I have to do something. Every time it comes to Sean, I say something terrible, and I feel bad about it.

“Hey!” I call him back, reaching out my hand. “I’m sorry. C’mon, sit down … I have a bad temper, I know. I promise I’ll try not to insult you for the rest of the night.” This wasn’t much better, but at least it was a start.

Mini Guest Post:

Everything started with a commercial.

I was watching a movie, and this new commercial came up. The protagonist was one of my favorite men ever: Gaspard Ulliel. He’s so handsome, so elegant, so sexy. And there’s one thing about him that has always fascinated me: the scar on his face (his scar is small, and if you don’t know where it is you can barely notice it). But during the commercial, he has this sullen and angry look that inspired me and gave me the perfect image of Ryan. A difficult man to handle, an angry and scarred man.

I remember I’ve seen a scene with my mind’s eyes, a very specific one. The one that takes place in the cafeteria where Sean wants to make Ryan smile. I saw Sean’s hands reaching out and Ryan pulled back.

I built the whole story around that scene.

And Ryan has been my very first original character.

Personale note: I have many scars, but despite having chosen Ryan as the narrator of this story, I’m more similar to Sean 🙂

 

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ABOUT ERIN E. KELLER

Erin is Irish in her heart and soul, and she hopes she’ll move to the Emerald Island one day. She lives with her husband and their cats in a house near a wheat field.

She has been writing for years, but she admits she is a very undisciplined writer. The problem is that handling a couple of jobs makes it almost impossible to write every day.

She loves letting her mind wander through the real world.

She likes to write contemporary M/M romance, because she loves love.

And men.

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