Not Mistaken Identity from guest #author Iyana Jenna and Breathless Press #newrelease #MMromance

Hi Elodie! I’m so excited to share my newest release from Breathless Press, Not Mistaken Identity with you and your readers!

Not Mistaken Identity

By: Iyana Jenna
Published By: Breathless Press
Published: Jan 02, 2015
ISBN # 9781771013468

Word Count: 13,077
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Short blurb:

Abducted and forced to channel all his TV character’s smarts, can actor Chase Riley escape his captors and return to his boyfriend?

Long Blurb:

Actor Chase Riley is road tripping his way home when he is abducted. A delusional fan is convinced that Chase is really Elliot, the character he plays in a popular cop series. In order to survive, Chase must channel all his TV character's smarts, while trying to convince his abductor that he really is just a very good actor.

Chase's boyfriend, co-star Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister when he gets news of Chase's disappearance. Trapped in an airport in Mexico trying to get home, Aidan is both terrified he will never see Chase again and tortured with guilt for allowing his lover to travel alone.

When Chase makes a desperate attempt to escape, the consequences are serious. And though Aidan will get to see his Chase again, it is with no guarantee that his boyfriend will survive to tell the tale.

Excerpts:

This wasn't the first time Chase had stopped at this place. The food wasn't bad and, besides, he was famished. He hadn't eaten anything since dinner last night and had only coffee this morning.

"I'll take today's special and the grilled chicken and garlic."

"Right away, sir."

There weren't many customers. Chase swept a glance around the room from his bar stool. The quieter, the better. He really didn't want anyone to recognize him.

"You look familiar."

Great. So much for not being recognized.

Chase turned slowly sideways. A man, fiftyish, had taken the stool right next to him. Chase automatically pulled back.

"You got the wrong man."

"I don't think so." The man grinned widely. "Riley, right? Chase Riley, the actor? I'm Bob Nelson." He seized Chase's hand and shook it hard.

Chase offered a half-hearted smile. Who is this man? A journalist?

"My son is a big fan of your show."

Ah. Chase smiled.

"He worships Elliot Smith. He thinks he’s a real hero."

Elliot Smith was the character he played on a TV show.

"Yeah, I think so too," Chase said carefully.

"He tries to do whatever Elliot does, but it frustrates him sometimes when he can't. He wants Elliot to be there with him, to show him the ropes."

Chase paused. This didn't sound right.

And when his food came, Chase could only look at it, his appetite slipping away.

"Uh, you mind if I ask this to be wrapped?" he asked, somewhat hesitant, but the waiter was a truly nice man.

"Definitely not a problem."

Chase nodded, and he grimaced toward the old man.

"That's awesome that your son enjoys our series. We really appreciate your support." Chase didn't want to think that it might look embarrassing that he then dashed to the cashier. He wasn't afraid of the man. No, he wasn't.

Chase was relieved that his order was ready to go by the time he'd finished paying. He hurried across the parking lot toward his car and tossed the food onto the passenger seat. Only when he sank into his seat behind the wheel did Chase take a deep breath of relief. He closed his eyes.

Chase, you're pathetic, he scolded himself. No wonder Aidan keeps worrying about you.

Chase glanced in the rear-view mirror as he put on his sunglasses, tensing when suddenly he saw a movement behind him. Before he had a chance to look again, something sharp thrust into his side through layers of his shirt and jacket.

"Not a word, no sudden movement. I don't want to harm you but—"

"You have a knife!" Chase said.

"No talking!"

The man shoved the knife deeper and Chase breathed hard as he felt it pierce his skin. His ears were ringing as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

"Drive," urged the man.

Chase tried to catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, but the guy was crouching low behind his seat.

"No—"

"Go!"

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Author Bio:

Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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An #MM Flirt new release from Iyana Jenna and Breathless Press, #LGBT

Separated by more than 600 miles, Zach and Drew were forced to keep in touch through phone, email, and Skype. However, as Drew showered for one of their "dates", he wasn't alone. Then he found out that Zach’s car crashed, leaving him in a coma. Who then came to Drew when he showered? Would he have a chance to be with Zach again?

Excerpt

“Zach…” He closed his eyes, snaked his arms up, and wrapped them around Zach’s neck. Zach nuzzled into Drew’s armpit, kissed his nipple, and bit it lightly, eliciting a deep growl from Drew’s throat.

“Christ, you’re so hot. I want you so much.” Zach’s hand slithered down and took Drew’s length and slowly stroked it up and down. Drew threw his head back to rest on Zach’s shoulder, moaning and gasping as the orgasm built in his cock. His hands ran through Zach’s hair, grasping it, taking Zach’s face down to his own, seeking out Zach’s lips and kissing them.

“I want you too,” Drew said, breathing into Zach’s mouth. “I want you inside me. Please.” He took Zach’s hands, sniffing, licking them, tasting himself there, and he got harder. Zach kissed him more intensely, their tongues dueling inside as if wanting to melt them into one. Zach pressed his hard-on against Drew, who mewled wantonly and began to rub himself shamelessly. “Yes, oh yes. Like that, Zach.”

To Drew’s dismay, though, Zach seemed to fade until what was holding Drew was merely a wet trail of shadows. A whisper breathed in Drew’s ear, “Later.” Zach was gone.

Buy Links

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About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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Author Benjamin Kelly is my guest with his cover reveal for Snowbound Hearts, coming November 8th.

Snowbound Hearts

The unexpected end of a relationship sends Stephen searching for peace of mind in the tranquil woodlands of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Just when it looks like he'll be spending his time snowed in with a deck of cards as his only companion, the woman of his dreams shows up on his doorstep.
Audrey is having the worst time of her life. After a phone call that shatters her world, she finds herself stuck in the snow on an impassible mountain road. With little choice but to abandon her car, she seeks shelter in a nearby hunting cabin and meets a man that she had never expected to exist.
The romance that ensues gives Stephen and Audrey a taste of what's been missing from life, but Audrey has a prior commitment. As long as the storm rages they can be together, but snow can't fall forever.

Read an excerpt:

 The old hunting cabin creaked in a strong gust of winter wind. A biting chill hung in the early-morning air, making the prospect of getting out of the warm bed unappealing. Stephen pulled the covers over his head, leaving only his face exposed, and went back to sleep. By the time he looked outside, a foot of snow had already fallen and was drifted several feet deep in places. The power had gone out during the night, but luckily, he had spent the last two days cutting firewood and repairing the backup generator that had gone on the fritz. An old wood-burning stove sat in the middle of the main room near the dining table. It was mostly used for heat, since the cabin had a modern kitchen, but could still be used for cooking in a pinch. He stoked the fire, tossed in some fresh logs, and put a pot of water on to boil. There was no way he was going out in a blizzard to crank the generator without having a cup of hot coffee waiting when he got back.

Snow had begun drifting up against the door to the outbuilding housing the generator. Stephen shoveled it clear and went inside. He had enough fuel to last for a few days. His friends were on the way to meet him and would probably bring gas for their ATVs. Even with no juice from the power company, they'd still have all the comforts of home for the week. Stephen held his finger over the starter button, hesitating for a second, took a deep breath, and pushed. The generator purred to life as easily as it had two days earlier when he finished cleaning the varnish from the carburetor.
If the weather had been clear, his friends would have been arriving at any moment, but given the blizzard conditions, he could only sip his coffee and hope they'd show. He had already spent two days alone and was going nuts for some company. His life back home consisted of a failed relationship, a dead-end job, and an empty townhouse. The only thing he had to look forward to was hanging out with his buddies, getting drunk, and dreaming of a better future. When the opportunity had come to get off work a couple days early, he jumped at it and headed to the backwoods of Virginia to await his friends.

That unique crunching sound that freshly fallen snow makes when it gets compacted came from somewhere near the cabin, accompanied by the faint noise of an engine revving and tires spinning. The snow had too much of a muffling effect for him to distinguish one truck from another. It could have been any of the guys, but it didn't make much difference. Someone had finally arrived, hopefully the one with the beer and cigars.
Stephen hurried to the door and gazed out toward the driveway, but no one was there. A blast of wind-driven snowflakes stung his face. If George were the first arrival, like usual, he was probably sitting at the bottom of the steep drive, fighting to lock the manual hubs on his battered old Chevy pickup. He'd have two big adjustable wrenches, one on the hub and the other slotted on to the first for leverage, but brute force never worked on the stubborn things. It took a measure of finesse that Stephen had in abundance, but George could never manage in a stressful situation, like when he was stuck in the middle of a blinding snowstorm.


Stephen quickly bundled up and stepped outside to listen, but all he heard was the wind whipping noisily through the trees. If George was really there, he should have been swearing loud enough for half the state to hear him. Apparently, one of the other guys had beaten him, but that didn't explain why no one had driven up the hill to the cabin. Stephen carefully made his way down the steep, winding driveway to the road. He hung his head and stared at the tire tracks in the deep snow. They were too narrow to have been made by a truck. He flipped his sock cap up off his ears and held his breath. Nature in all her wintry glory made the only audible sounds.

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Find Benjamin online:
http://benjaminkelly.net/blog/
About Benjamin:
I'm an author of sci fi, suspense, paranormal, and romance novels. I began collecting rejection letters from publishers in the spring of 2001. My streak of strike outs continued uninterrupted for the next ten years. As 2011 drew to a close, my flawless record abruptly came to end when I signed a publishing contract for Guardian Angel.

I also do some woodworking in my spare time. Check out the My Creations link to go to my blog to see some of my favorite projects.

A big welcome to author Kelley Nightrose and his fabulous new book Love and Terror in the High Andes

Welcome to Kelley J Nightrose,
Kelley writes erotic romance novels. They range from paranormal / horror, action adventure, sci fi, to sweet and sentimental.



Kelley brings his new release with Breathless Press to the blog today, already a hit Love and Terror in the Andes is sure to thrill you.

Angela, a young British journalist, tags along with a scientific research team into the high Andean forests of Peru and finds herself the lone survivor after a vicious attack by bloodthirsty predators. Her only hope lies with Jason, a gorgeous wild man. Unable to communicate verbally Angela and Jason discover that, sometimes, words are unnecessary. The most important things are best when experienced. In the midst of their desperate struggle to stay alive Angela finds the one place she belongs; in Jason's arms. But saving her could cost him everything.

Buy the book:
Amazon: Love and Terror in the High Andes: http://www.amazon.com/Love-Terror-High-Andes-ebook/dp/B00BJG1Q16

Find Kelley online:
Blog: http://www.kjnightrose.net
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kelley-J-Nightrose-Author/215496245242973
Read a review:
http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=8332 

Read an excerpt:

As morning gave way to afternoon, Jason began to stir. He opened his eyes and glanced about, obviously checking the situation before arising. When his gaze fell upon me, a broad smile spread across his lips, and aching desire flared in his eyes. Thus far, I had barely seen him express any emotions other than agony and concern. I considered that perhaps we had moved off far enough to escape the dangerous beasts that had been harassing us, and he finally felt comfortable enough to relax. 

His lustful gaze filled my body with searing heat. Never had a man looked at me with such intense longing, and never had I wanted any man as much as I wanted Jason. I took his hand and coaxed him to his feet. My body reeked with the stench of sweat from days without so much as a sponge bath. The stream behind the cabin opened into a small pond-like section, perfect for rinsing away the grime. I strolled in that direction, discarding my borrowed blouse, which was actually a man's work shirt, as I went. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and carelessly let it fly. As I approached the stream, I heard Jason's stalking behind me.

I sat and removed my boots and socks. Jason stopped a few steps away. I glanced over my shoulder, smiled seductively at him, then stood and dropped my trousers. Jason took a step toward me, but I held my hand for him to stop. I crossed an arm over my breasts and turned to face him. He hadn't bothered undressing, so I motioned for him to follow suit. He quickly unfastened his clothing and began stripping it off. I faced the stream, depriving myself of a look at his naked body.

My desire had risen nearly to the limit of my ability to control my actions, but I wished desperately to retain my composure for just a while longer. Jason's composure was another matter altogether. The sooner he lost it, the better. With that in mind, I grasped the waistband of my knickers and without bending my knees, dropped them to my ankles. I didn't hear him coming, just felt him seductively caress my bare bottom.