WHEN ARE YOU? – Sign ups open on the Other Worlds Ink blog tour!

📚 I’m using Other Worlds Ink for the promo tour this time around since When Are You? is a time travel story. It actually reads more like a contemporary (with elements of far-back history and mystery), with our heros stumbling through a random and temporary time rift, losing their kid, and having to figure out where—or rather when—he is, and how to go back to save him.

Don’t worry, though, I can promise a super happy ending at the end of the emotional rollercoaster ride!

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TREADMILL Week 163 & What I #AmReading – Visions of Rage by A.M. Burns & A.T. Weaver

📚 From Monday:

Danny frowned at her. “Jeri, how do you know my car hasn’t been moved?”

She grinned. “There’s still a huge splatter of bird shit on your windshield that was there when I left yesterday. Unless I’m mistaken, it’s right where you’d need to look to see out. I know you well enough to know that if you’d left last night, you’d have cleaned it off. That and the drop of grease on your shirt from your lunch yesterday means you’ve been here all night and haven’t changed clothes.”

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TREADMILL Week 162 & What I #AmReading – JMS Books' 2019 Top Ten Gay Romance

📚 From Monday:

The French guy agitates my heart with his singing, and Ronan calms it with his kindheartedness. The contrasts are intense, making my skin feel too snug for my body, my chest tight, and my stomach worried. My pulse flutters in my neck, and I worry that Ronan will see it. I don’t know what to do with myself.

So I allow myself to look at Ronan, seeking comfort in his calming presence. I drink in the warmth radiating from him as though he’s the sun and I’m a sagging flower in desperate need of his rays of life.

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TREADMILL Week 161 & What I #AmReading – Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Nell Iris, K.L. Noone, and R.W. Clinger

📚 From Sunday:

As I approach, he brushes off the hood with his hand, revealing his face, and I stutter a breath. Dang, he’s grown up nice. When he’s not hunched over, he’s tall—and inch or two over my own six-feet-one—and muscular and broad all over. His hair is buzzed completely off, his ears sticking out a little too much, and a neatly trimmed beard frames and draws attention to pink, thin lips. His eyes are dark, almost black, and suck me into his gaze.

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TREADMILL Week 158 & What I #AmReading – The Fool by Gordon Phillips

📚 From Wednesday:

“Don’t you like dancing?” He seemed genuinely puzzled, like a straight acquaintance had once reacted upon discovering my lack of interest in women.

I shrugged. “I like watching dancing.”

He must have taken that in, for when we were at the club, several times I had the distinct impression that he was dancing for me. It was when he began to dance in a more teasing, provocative fashion, moving the hips and the pelvis, and orienting himself so that I would get the best view of this. He never gave himself away by looking at me, but I felt he was actually performing for me.

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RGR BLACK FRIDAY EVENT – Fun & Giveaways!

You don’t want to miss Rainbow Gold Reviews’ big Black Friday event on Facebook! Each hour will bring four authors together for a chat in a pinned post, and each author will also make one separate post during their hour including a giveaway. At the end of the event, Mark from RGR will make a summary post with links to each chat post and each giveaway post for easy navigating. The giveaways will remain open through Sunday, with winners to be selected on Monday.

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TREADMILL & What I #AmReading – The Curious Adventures of Smith and Skarry by Penny Blake

📚 From Sunday:

“Well,” Skarry hesitated. He liked this strange, eccentric wizard who had swept, so suddenly into his life a few weeks ago. He wasn’t sure he should like him. Wasn’t even convinced that ‘like’ was the correct term for it; Mercurio Smith had the same curious appeal as an invitation to delve into a haunted crypt at midnight. Even as a child, Skarry had never been able to resist that kind of invitation. “I am dressed for dinner,” he said, at last. The last thing he wanted to do was offend his new companion. Mercurio liked being offended. He actively sought it out and then immersed himself in it for hours, like a long, hot bath.

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