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The Blood of Love by Victor J. Banis

by on Jun.05, 2010, under New Releases

Title The Blood of Love
Author Victor J. Banis
ISBN# 978-1-60820-154-9 (print) $14.99
978-1-60820-155-6 (ebook)  $6.99
Release Date June 2010
Cover Artist Deana C. Jamroz
Paperback: 208 pages
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)

An ancient curse. An endless terror. A love that will never die.

The Amorinii, “the Blood” – the undying sons of the loins of Amor, the ancient Roman God of Love. For desiring men, they are forever cast adrift by the Goddess of Love, Venus herself. Scorned and pursued through the centuries by those who would see them destroyed. For some men, love is a curse.

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Chapter 1

“Ethan?”

Jonathon Everest, just leaving his office, started and turned his head in the speaker’s direction. What he saw was an old man, round shouldered, leaning on a cane with hands that trembled noticeably. An old, old man, wizened. Staring wide-eyed at him, a look of hopeful expectancy on his face.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It is you.” The stranger grinned widely, revealing a gap in his yellowed teeth. “I knew, the minute I saw the picture.” He tugged a newspaper clipping from the pocket of a worn but clean shirt and shaking it open, held it out for Jonathon’s perusal.

Jonathon took no more than a glance at the clipping. He recognized it, of course. It had come from the San Francisco Chronicle, yesterday’s edition. It showed him accepting an award for humanitarian of the year from the Council on Gay and Lesbian Studies. He’d clipped it from the paper as well. At the moment, his copy was tacked up on a corkboard in his office. He knew, also, that it clearly identified him by name: “Jonathon Everest, of Weatherby, Weatherby and Dean, accepts humanitarian award from Gay Council.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said now.

The old man thrust the paper at him determinedly. “Here, take it.” His voice insistent.

Jonathon ignored the clipping. “My name is Jonathon Everest and…”

“No.” It was said in a surprisingly forceful tone. “Your name is Ethan Soames. Do you think for a moment I could ever forget you?” (continue reading…)

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A Deadly Game by J.P. Bowie

by on Jun.05, 2010, under New Releases

Title A Deadly Game
Author J.P. Bowie
ISBN# 978-1-60820-143-3 (ebook)  $6.99
978-1-60820-142-6 (print)  $14.99
Release Date June 2010
Cover Artist Deana C. Jamroz
Paperback: 212 pages
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)

Nick Fallon, private investigator, gets a rude awakening when his past life unexpectedly catches up with him. Four years earlier, Nick, then a member of the Pittsburgh Police Department, was instrumental in arresting Francisco Garcia, a drug dealer and cold-blooded murderer.

Now, Garcia has escaped from death-row, intent on making good his threat of reprisal for the death of his son in the shootout that brought down his notorious empire—a confrontation that also claimed the life of Nick’s close friend, Sam Valance.

Nick, only too aware of Garcia’s ruthless and cunning tactics, fears for the safety of his family and his lover, Eric Jamieson. Nick knows in order to protect those he loves he cannot, for one moment afford to let down his guard, until Garcia is either apprehended—or dead.

A Deadly Game is an erotic thrill ride, filled with danger, excitement and suspense.

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Chapter One

Laguna Beach. California

The early morning sun, rising in the east behind the hills and canyons that separate the town of Laguna Beach from the rest of Orange County, spilled its light onto the calm waters of the Pacific Ocean, touching the whitecaps with silver as they broke gently on shore. It was early October, but a Santa Ana condition had kicked in the day before, bringing a warm, dry, off-shore wind from the desert that could already be felt, despite the fact it was not yet six a.m.

The runner on the beach churned up the sand as he ran with a long, loping style. Tall, broad shouldered, with lean, hard muscles gleaming under a fine layer of perspiration, he drew admiring glances from the scattering of men and women likewise engaged in their early morning exercise. As he approached Main Beach he stopped, wiped the perspiration from his eyes, then pulling off his tank top, he ran into the ocean before diving headfirst beneath the waves. He swam with strong, sure strokes against the tide, enjoying the coolness of the water, feeling energized by the tugging of the riptide. For a time, he floated on his back on top of the rolling waves, gazing up at the azure sky, his mind turned off to the rigors he knew the day would eventually bring him. This he considered his just reward for getting out of bed at the crack of dawn and running for an hour every day.

The roar of a speedboat’s engine close by shattered the early morning quiet, and he was caught in the undulating wake created by its passing. His reverie interrupted, he flipped himself over, and with a strong kick of his legs, headed back to shore. (continue reading…)

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The Code by David Juhren

by on Jun.05, 2010, under New Releases

The Code by David Juhren

Title The Code
Author David Juhren
ISBN# 978-1-60820-169-3 (print) $14.99
978-1-60820-170-9 (ebook) $6.99
Release Date May 2010
Cover Artist Deana C. Jamroz
Paperback: 188 pages
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)
Amazon.com (paperback)

London, 1941, and Roger Mathews, a special attache with the U.S. is teamed up with British captain Clive Westmore to execute a secret plan to secure the final key to solving the Nazi’s secret codes from within occupied France. Complicating matters, the two are instantly attracted to each other, beginning a romantic involvement whose tender alliance can only make more intricate their already convoluted mission.

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Chapter I: Enigma

February, 1941

Roger dropped the cigarette and stomped it out with his loafer. Seconds later, another bomb exploded. About a quarter of a mile away, but still in the Whitehall area, he suspected. It rumbled like a giant, so different from thunder-an ominous, man-made sound he knew he would never forget.

The Nazis are really dishing it out to London tonight, he thought, standing on the rooftop of his blacked-out apartment building. The structure, like the others in the neighborhood, had been built in the latter part of the last century, and had at one time been dwellings for more affluent inhabitants. Designed, in fact, to be so posh that when the neighborhood was constructed, the streets were torn up, and re-cobbled in broadly curved promenades. All of the buildings in the neighborhood looked alike; four stories high, with columned facades, white gingerbread latticework, and second story faux balconies with French doors. But age had taken its toll on the neighborhood, reducing it from its former elegance to that of middle class. The cobblestones had been paved over, yet the water-stained buildings were still architecturally superb, and retained their distinct beauty, like older women who have kept their attractiveness despite unflattering sags and bulges.

The U.S. Embassy had given strict orders that all personnel were to either report to the embassy itself or follow the Londoners down into the Underground. Roger, however, was known by most of his friends to take unnecessary chances with his life, all twenty-eight years of it, as if death might bring some kind of release, and tonight would be no exception. Roger was a political attaché at the U.S. Embassy. His father had worked for the State Department, too, during the Great War, but the elder Mathews had been stationed in Paris. It was through his father’s contacts in Washington that he had landed his job-he and his father preferring an ocean between them. Now, the embassy was doing its best to secretly help the English in its war with Nazi Germany. Despite the fact that the United States would prefer not to enter the war anytime soon, any one of a number of clandestine activities the Americans were doing to assist the British could easily and quickly drag the U.S. into the melee. (continue reading…)

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The Temple of Skanda by Roland Graeme

by on Jun.05, 2010, under New Releases

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Title The Temple of Skanda
Author Roland Graeme
ISBN# 978-1-60820-167-9 (print) $14.99
978-1-60820-168-6 (ebook) $6.99
Release Date May 2010
Cover Artist Deana C. Jamroz
Paperback: 260 pages
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)
Amazon.com (paperback)

Determined to turn his life around after a run-in with the law, Conor desperately needs a job, and a place to stay. He finds both with Murray, an importer, who hires Conor as his shipping clerk and live-in handyman. What Conor hadn’t counted on was falling in love with his new boss–hopelessly, he thinks, because Murray still seems obsessed with his memories of Derek, the lover he recently broke up with.

When Murray takes Conor along on a buying trip to India, the two men team up with Spence, an Australian anthropologist investigating rumors that a secret homosexual religious cult devoted to the Hindu god Skanda exists in parts of rural India. All three men’s lives are changed after their initiation into the orgiastic mysteries that are celebrated in the temple of Skanda.

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Chapter One:
Dancing in the Ring of Fire

Conor O’Malley was doing his best to dance his cares away when he stepped off the edge of the dance floor and fell flat on his face.

Conor would soon be thirty, an age at which (he kept reminding himself) a man should start acting a little more responsibly. The kind of screw-ups that might, or might not, be excusable in a younger guy would be much less attractive now.

At least he still possessed the physical resilience of youth. Conor had a lean, muscular build, blue eyes, and pale, tawny-freckled skin that flushed rose-gold when he exerted himself. He tended to wear his reddish-blond hair long. Knowing that he had retained a certain boyishness, he had long ago grown a mustache and a goatee, in an attempt to look more mature.

Women found him attractive, which was unfortunate, since he was immune to their charms. Gay men found him extremely appealing, and they could generally count on better luck. (continue reading…)

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Word on a Wing by Jamie Craig

by on Jun.05, 2010, under New Releases

Word on a Wing by Jamie Craig

Title Word on a Wing
Author Jamie Craig
ISBN# 978-1-60820-156-3 (print) $14.99
978-1-60820-157-0 (ebook) $6.99
Release Date April 2010
Cover Artist Deana C. Jamroz
Paperback: 248 pages
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)
Amazon.com (paperback)
Barnes & Noble (paperback)

Young, directionless Casey Eller is the perfect bait for a trap Sheriff Kirkland’s been laying for fifteen years. On Christmas Eve, he uses Casey to stage incriminating photos of the most powerful man in town, a brutal sadist who takes his pleasure from torturing his subs. A man whose cruelty has only grown since Kirkland subbed for him.

When Casey ends up hurt, Kirkland realizes his mistake. Ashamed of himself, he treats Casey’s injuries and offers the unconditional acceptance and devotion that a slave craves from his Master. Kirkland knows he can’t give Casey a lifetime, but will two days be enough for either of them?

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CHAPTER 1

The car speakers blasted David Bowie’s Station to Station, the highway was empty except for the occasional oncoming headlights, and the yellow lines seemed to extend all the way to the stars. Casey drove with the window down, the wind cool enough to keep him alert, despite the dime bag he had split with Ned. Everything was elastic and free, and Casey couldn’t imagine a more perfect night. His fingers tattooed a rhythm against the steering wheel, and he murmured along with the well-known lyrics, singing under his breath, soaring higher with each verse.

Casey thought he could drive forever. He was almost tempted to do just that. He had a full tank of gas, a wallet full of hundred- dollar bills, and enough pot under the seat to get him through the week. If he did keep driving, nobody would notice he was missing. The wheels humming against the pavement kept time with the music, hypnotizing him into his own daydreams. By dawn, he could be on the other side of the state. By the following night, he could be hundreds of miles from the shitty town he called home, from his shitty family, from his shitty friends. (continue reading…)

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Dark Designs by Luisa Prieto

by on May.31, 2010, under New Releases

Dark Designs by Luisa Prieto

Title Dark Designs
Half Lives Series Book #1
Author Luisa Prieto
ISBN# 978-1-60820-071-9 (print) $17.99
Release Date April 2010
Cover Artist Anne Cain
Paperback: 444 pages
Available At: Amazon.com (paperback)
Barnes & Noble (paperback)

When an enigmatic tattooed woman approaches freelance journalist Kyler Withers, he begins remembering a past life as a mage. Once known as Etherwolf, he served a sentient evil known as the Darkness.

Horrified, Kyler fights to keep his humanity. Against him are growing memories of the monster he previously was. Aiding him is the love he rediscovers he had for a powerful mage artist named Sorin. If Kyler cannot overcome his past, he’s afraid he’ll help the Darkness destroy everything, starting with his lover.

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Kyler Withers decided it was safe to teach journalism again when he stopped dreaming of dead children.

He celebrated his decision by leaving his townhouse and driving downtown to pick up a few things. San Jose had grown since he’d lived there as a teenager. The lush orchards that had once dotted the landscape were gone, replaced by a foliage of glass and steel.

Kyler lost himself in this man-made jungle, passing corporate hunter-gatherers and potted trees. It reminded him of the green twilight of South America, where people lived and died under the shadows of…

South America.

He was doing it again. (continue reading…)

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The Good Thief by James Buchanan

by on May.31, 2010, under New Releases

The Good Thief by James Buchanan

Title The Good Thief
(ebook release)
Author James Buchanan
ISBN# 978-1-60820-146-4 (ebook) $6.99
Release Date April 2010
Cover Artist Deana C. Jamroz
Sexual Content: Rated Explicit
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)

What if the wrong guy, turns out to be the right guy for you? Caesar Serrano thought he screwed up when he landed in the bed of LAPD Officer Nathan Reilly. But when Caesar breaks into the wrong house and stumbles upon a heinous crime, implicating a high ranking LAPD officer, Nate is the only person he knows to turn to. The resulting investigation throws the Blue Brigade into panic. Now he’s running for his life and Nate is his only hope for survival. Can two men, on opposite sides of the law, come together to bring a monster to justice?

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Nate stood adrift in the barren yard. He should just walk away. He’d pissed the guy off and that was that. But there was no way he was going to leave it there. At the very least he was going to apologize properly. He’d rather get a phone number and a date, but he’d live with not leaving things completely fucked up. Hell, if Caesar had treated Nate, the way Nate had treated Caesar, he’d be pretty damn mad, too. Swallowing his pride, he turned the knob and stepped in.

The door opened onto the scent of sawdust and oil. A yellow light hung from the rafters, throwing shadows into the corners. Lathe, table saw, jig, Nate hadn’t seen half those tools since high school woodworking class.

Caesar settled onto a stool as he grabbed a piece of sandpaper and a bit of wood. The little dog darted between Nate’s legs and crawled onto a pillow under the work bench. It looked like Caesar spent a lot of time in his little shop. Nate shut the door, crossed his arms and leaned against the frame. “Look, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Caesar didn’t look at him.

Damn, the man was going to make this hard. “For being an ass. That was shitty, the way I treated you Sunday morning. I’d be pissed, too. I wasn’t feeling good and, fuck, I haven’t had anyone over in ages. It really freaked me out, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” Caesar just kept sanding the surface of the wood. Shit, shit, shit. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” (continue reading…)

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