Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Architect of Love by John Charles

Title: Architect of Love
Author: John Charles
Series: Fated Soulmates #2
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: November 27, 2016
He could work miracles with His Hands

Lance Bartner loved working with his hands, made his living refinishing furniture. Nights out were for fun with friends and the occasional hook-up. Though the L word had never been spoken, he would have enjoyed a relationship had the right man crossed his path. But who would want a laborer like Lance? He wasn't college educated, didn't live in a fancy loft condo, didn't drive a Lexus, and didn't even own a suit.

Forrest Dentren, was an architect and city planner who had become a local name when his design for the Monroe City Center was chosen as one of the top three contenders. Well educated, extremely well built, and as both men and women put it, just plain hot. Some said he was married to his job, others said he was too picky, many said he didn't want to share the spotlight.

One hot, uninhibited sex-filled night

When Forrest broke his routine and went clubbing on a weeknight, he spotted Lance. The attraction was immediate from both sides of the dance floor. They both felt it. A few drinks later, still feeling it, they left for Lance's apartment.

It was never supposed to turn into anything more than one hot fuck

Two people from opposite ends of the world, no roadmap, not directions, no ideas how to make it work.

Architect Of Love is a hot and steamy, gay romance novel with no cliffhangers. It is the second book in The Fated Soulmates series and can be read as a standalone.

The tall blond kicked the door closed with his foot as he pinned the shorter, more muscular man against the wall.  One hand held the shorter man's hands above his head, the other a handful of his shirt.

"Lance is a pretty name for such a muscular guy.  Why'd your mother name you that?"  His face was mere inches from Lance's.  They breathed the same air as they stared into the other man's eyes.

"She has a thing for different names.  Don't ask me why, she just does."  Lance was almost hyperventilating; his brown eyes were wide with curious anticipation, the pupils dilated.  "I might ask what was in your mother's mind when she named you Forrest.  Were you conceived in the woods?"

A growl emitted from the tall blond.  He pushed Lance harder against the wall, his entire body now firmly against the shorter man.  "Never asked where they fucked and don't want to know, but the name works for me.  Does Lance suit you?  Are you?"

"That's a rather personal question, don't you think?  After all, we just met."  Lance struggled to keep his body under control.  He could feel the heat emanating from Forrest, his breath smelled of Scotch, his muscles were taught as a lion's ready to pounce.  His groin pressed just above Lance's and it was hard with desire as was his own.

They held eye contact for a long minute then Forrest moved his head, slowly as if testing the space between them.  Lance followed his full lips as they neared his own.  They were heavy with lust, slightly open, tongue barely visible.  When they touched his, he felt a tingle down to his toes.  He moaned.

Forrest held Lance in place, as he tasted the shorter man.  Beer mingled with breath mint met his tongue as he pushed to gain control.  He heard Lance's moan and continued to push for more.  His body was ready to burst.  He felt Lance's heat against his and knew the man wanted what he presented.

Suddenly as if on attack, Lance twisted in the taller man's arms.  He forced Forrest around and pressed him against the wall where his back had lain seconds prior.  "How does it feel now?" he whispered unable to voice anything louder.  "You want more?  Can you handle it or are the trees too big, Forrest?"

Forrest could feel Lance's long, calloused fingers holding his wrists.  Short, muscular legs stood outside his encasing him.  The hand pushing against his chest caused his heartbeat to sound and feel harder and louder.  It was his turn to hyperventilate.  "I can take anything you throw at me.  Care to try something else or is this all you've got?"

Lance pulled Forrest from the wall keeping a tight grip on his wrists.  He walked his captive backward to the couch at the far end of the small room.  With a push, Forrest was lying on his back, Lance straddling him.  For the first time, Forrest took in his surroundings.  They were in a small, tidy apartment.  The furniture looked old as if from garage sales or thrift stores.  Though old, the couch felt soft and comfortable.  A bookcase held a small TV and several hardcover books, the titles he couldn't make out from where he lay.  Warm, comfortable, masculine were his thoughts, thoughts that were interrupted as Lance sensuously moved his ass along Forrest's throbbing erection.  Lance's actions brought a whimper of pain and pleasure from his lips.

Lance sat on Forrest wondering just how far he could go with this hot man who picked him out of all the other guys at The Hole, a club on the gay strip in the south end.  He frequented the area.  The clubs provided an easy way for him to satisfy his fantasies without too much involvement.  He had been the one to pick up others most nights.

Tonight, though, he sat with two friends, no one interested him.  Then this hot man, clearly out of Lance's normal league, asked if he wanted a refill.  That refill was not finished as they readily agreed to take the night further.  A quick cab ride brought them to Lance's apartment.

Slowly with a little uncertainty, he unbuttoned Forrest's shirt revealing a solid hairless chest.  "Mmm, smooth, just how I like my men," he said as he pulled the shirt from Forrest's too tight pants.  Forrest lifted his butt as Lance pulled the shirt from his body and threw it to the side chair.

Forrest reached up and pulled Lance's shirt over his head throwing it on top of his own.  He ran his fingers threw the nest of dark hair on the smaller man's powerful chest.  Grabbing a handful, he pulled Lance down for a passionate kiss, one that had both men moaning into each other's mouths.

Lust raged in both men.  Lance moved down Forrest's body rubbing his ass along his groin as he did.  He unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down revealing what he thought - Forrest was commando, erect, and already dripping with lust.  He lifted Forrest up enough to pull his pants to his thighs, then undid his own and threw them onto the growing pile of clothes.

When Forrest reached for Lance's hardness, he was met with a calloused hand stopping him.  "No, let me take care of both of us."  Lance moved up slightly, enough to put his cock against the one standing tall in front of him.  Taking both into his rough hands, he used the wetness to slide up and down in a sensuous motion designed to cause both men to hurt with pleasure.

He leaned down, keeping his hands moving ever so slowly, and kissed those hot lips again.  When he felt Forrest grab his ass, Lance moaned, spread his legs encouraging exploration.  They were gasping for breath when Forrest shouted, "Oh Fuck," and came so hard his body spasmed.  Lance followed seconds later.  He laid his head on Forrest's chest trying to get control of his breathing and listening to the man below him gasping for air.

The cab ride to his apartment had Forrest dwelling on the man who took his breath away.  Not his normal type, Lance was shorter, more muscular, had dark hair contrasting Forrest's blond hair and emerald green eyes.  He was clearly a man who worked with his hands, not a professional, but could hold his own.  Their conversations were interesting, intelligent, and broad in scope.  Forrest had learned to stay away from politics and religion.  He was pleased that Lance didn't broach those topics either.

Forrest had a busy life, busy work schedule, and firm rules about living that life.  He didn't go out on work nights.  He didn't break his rules.  He was tired and would pay for his indulgences in the morning.

Lance didn't fit his type.  Normally Forrest went for the younger twinks.  Muscles were not usually a turn on for him, but damn if this guy broke that rule, too.  He allowed himself to close his eyes for a minute seeing the broad shoulders of the man pinning him down on the couch.  Though shorter, Lance was clearly stronger.  He wondered just how far this one nighter might have gone if it were not a work night.

His dreams were interrupted by the cabbie announcing they were at his destination.  He paid, gave the man a good tip and made his way into the three-story building.  He took the stairs two at a time and entered his own apartment.  Keys, wallet, loose change was thrust into the blue glass bowl near the door.  Shoes removed, Forrest wiggled his toes in the thick white carpet beneath his feet.

What a night, he thought as he made his way to the master bedroom.  A hot shower was in order.  The water flowed over his tall solid body.  Eyes closed, head under the spray, he tried to clear his mind.  Water ran down his back, between his ass cheeks, and along his sculpted thighs.  His body was the result of years of healthy eating and hard work at the gym.  His mind refused to settle down even as his muscles did.  The image of Lance against the wall, eyes wide with anticipation, heart beating fast, his hardness pressing into his leg, those lips as they kissed filled his mind.

Enough!  He quickly finished washing, dried his smooth body, and settled into his bed, naked and hard again.  Get some sleep Forrest; you have a busy week ahead of you.  Never breaking this rule again!

What Others Are Saying:
"This is a steamy and yet also endearingly sweet romance. For a sexy good time, characters to love, and a good combination of sweet and spicy, this gets 8/10 fountain pens."  --A. M. Leibowitz

"This was a good book about how being insecure can destroy what may be the best things in your life."  --Gay Book Reviews

"Its a fun read, a good story, realistic with characters I could get behind, and a sensible mix of story v sex. Stars: Four, a great read with realistic storyline."  --Jeannie Zelos book reviews

"If you like sexy architects, hot craftsmen, fated love, second chance, not a lot of sex but just enough to heat up a story and an all around good, sweet romance this is for you."  --Cathy Brockman

Author Bio:
Larry Thomas aka John Charles spent his youth struggling with reading.  Not until his late teens did he discover the cause - dyslexia.  Only then, with guidance and professional help, did he learn to read.  From that point forward, he discovered his love for the printed word.

Ironically, as a father reading to his children his desire to write was born.  Reading to his children was a nightly ritual.  "I wanted them to fall in love with books."

Writing was always part of his professional career, but not until he retired did he move from creating marketing and technical materials to writing novels.  Now, as a full-time author, Larry writes Romance / Mystery / Thrillers using the pseudonym John Charles.

His books can be found on Amazon and wherever e-books are sold.


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Dealing with the Viscount by Clair Brett

Title: Dealing with the Viscount
Author: Clair Brett
Series: Improper Wives for Proper Lords #1
Genre: Regency, Historical Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2017
Does she dare gamble on the one man who wants her to go all in, or risk losing her most important hand yet?

After making a wager of marriage to settle her father’s gambling debts, Ella Bowen-Thorn Renwick escaped the husband she foolishly began to fall for and disappeared into the Scottish countryside carrying a secret. Four years later, and the owner of her own bakery, she is still not free of the demands of men when a violent and anonymous blackmailer threatens her, her livelihood… and her daughter. And then, there is him…

Viscount Renwick still mourns the wife he began to love before her untimely death-- that is, until he discovers her alive and well living in Scotland. Now, Devon’s face to face with the wife he thought he’d buried and the daughter he never knew existed. He’d like nothing more than to welcome Ella back into his arms, but mysterious and troubling incidents and a history with an unloving father have Ella trusting no one.

Now he’ll do anything, even make a wager he isn’t sure he can win, to reclaim what he lost.

But, if Renwick convinces his wife he’s the husband she always dreamed of and the father their daughter deserves, will the scandalous secret the blackmailer is holding threaten their future together once more?

“You like being a baker?” He asked with genuine curiosity and surprise.

"Well, the hours are atrocious, but do I like making my own way? The answer is yes. I make the decisions and there is no one to tell me what I am doing is wrong. It is a good feeling."

"You know, it is possible to depend on someone and not be frightened they would ridicule you."

She turned then and looked up at him. Was he saying he would never ridicule her? "I think it is human nature for a man to always question a woman's decision.” They had made their way to the folly which she hadn't realized was overgrown with vines affording its occupants with complete privacy. He was calculating, she would give him that.

"Two people can have differing views on a topic without ridicule. I have seen it." He helped her sit on the bench, then propped his booted foot on the seat next to her and rested his arm on his raised knee leaning down to face her. "If the two people see each other as equals it can work. Just like two business partners."

"Do you truly feel that marriage is a business venture?” She asked all innocent. She gave him her best card face hoping not to give away the importance of his answer. He studied her face. She knew he guessed his answer couldn't be so simple as a yes, or no. After several moments he attempted to answer.

"Well, I think that anytime two individuals are joined in a common goal, that yes they must treat each other as a partner. I daresay the benefits far outweigh most business ventures. Unfortunately, I can't answer past that, because I have never spent much time considering what a marriage would entail, until now. I am terribly out of my element here. You lived in a home with both parents for some time what say you?” He had answered her question in such a way that he didn't answer it at all. Blast! 

Birds chirped as they jumped among the vines of their haven. The air seemed heavy and warm. More like a summer day than spring. He waited. She knew she couldn't answer him using her own parents, because she would never want what they had. She would not accept anything but a love match. Instead she spoke of the one example she had. The baker and his wife who took her in when she needed it most.

"I do know something of how a true marriage can work. It was not a Ton marriage. The two people were a team as you said. They worked together every day listening to each other, but it was more than that. You couldn't see it or even explain it, but it was how they looked at each other. How they spoke to one another even when they were disagreeing. I think it was very rare, and possibly unattainable.” 

He shifted and turned to walk to the other side of the gazebo leaving a cool breeze in his wake, making her shiver.

"You are talking of a love match?" he asked with his back turned to her. She couldn't read anything in his words.

Author Bio:
Dragon keeper and historical romance author, Clair Brett lives in NH with her hard working husband, and two teenaged daughters. Her office staff during the day consists of Cinta, a black cat and the matriarch of the fur babies, Mojo, a yellow kitten who spends his day holding Clair down in her seat to get her word count in, a boxer/beagle mix puppy named Willow, who sleeps next to her chair to make it hard to do an Oreo run without doing a pee run as well, a hermit crab who keeps to himself, and a bearded dragon, who is kind of upper management.

A former middle and high school English teacher, Clair has had a lifetime love affair with reading. Once she read Pride and Prejudice as an extra read in high school, she was hooked. Clair began pursuit of publication when she was a new mother in need of a hobby. Her oldest daughter will be graduating in 2017, so you do the math. Clair is a firm believer that a reader finds a piece of who they are or learns something about the world with every book they read. She wants her readers to be empowered and to have a refreshed belief in the goodness of people and the power of love after reading her work.


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Rattle the Bones by Eric R Asher

Title: Rattle the Bones
Author: Eric R Asher
Series: Vesik #6
Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy
Release Date: January 21, 2017
Much has been lost in the conflict with the Fae king and his allies, a conflict we hadn’t known we were in until one of our own fell at his hand. And while a great Seal between realms may have been rebuilt, dark things slipped through in the chaos, creatures who would overrun this world. Our allies are many. Our enemies are terrible. And someone ate my last chimichanga despite the fact I had marked it with a note that clearly said it was mine.

Foster hovered over my shoulder, returning to his diminutive form for the first time since we arrived at Fort Benton. I pushed another branch to the side as we trailed Zola. She moved through the woods without a sound, whereas I stepped on every twig and tripped over every root.

The trees broke into a shadowed clearing. Water rushed nearby, but I couldn’t see much of anything.

“Modus Illuminadda,” Zola whispered. A light burst into brilliant life over her shoulder, casting her cloaked form into a terrible silhouette.

I gasped at the blood running all around her before my brain processed what it was. “Red clay.”


“I thought it was blood,” Foster said. “A little warning next time?”

“Why are we here?” I asked.

“It was once called Rebel Creek,” Zola said before falling silent. She turned and looked downstream, the ball of light swaying with the movement of her shoulder. “Enough men die, and a river will run red.”

Author Bio:
Eric is a former bookseller, guitarist, and comic seller currently living in Saint Louis, Missouri. A lifelong enthusiast of books, music, toys, and games, he discovered a love for the written word after being dragged to the library by his parents at a young age. When he is not writing, you can usually find him reading, gaming, or buried beneath a small avalanche of Transformers.


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