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Triple Play
by Sloan Johnson
Homeruns #3
Publication Date: September 29, 2015
Genres: ContemporaryM/M, Romance, Sports


Drew Jackson seemed to have it all. He has a family who loves and supports him, a tight circle of friends, and is a rising star with the Milwaukee Mavericks. Then, it all begins to unravel. Cam, the only man he’s ever loved, falls head over heels for Drew’s teammate. He makes a critical mistake in the playoffs that he’s not sure he’ll be able to recover from. And then, his world really crashes around him…

Eric Sapp may no longer play for the Mavericks, but he’s still one of the guys. No one could have imagined how much his life would change when he agreed to help his former teammates mourn the end of their run for the pennant. After stopping a brutal attack, Eric is forced to face the feelings that’ve been growing for his roommate, Drew. That’d be much easier if Drew wasn’t hell-bent on pushing everyone away as he recovers.

Neither of them were counting on Bryce Shaw. He and Drew enjoyed the one night they spent together, but knew it was unlikely they’d be anything more since they lived in different parts of the country. After Bryce is relocated to help a failing LGBT homeless outreach, he wants to explore something more with the Mavericks’ short stop.

As much as Eric wishes he could be the one to help his friend, he knows Bryce holds the key to Drew’s recovery. Will pushing the two back together be the biggest mistake of his life or will they all learn there is strength in numbers?

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There’s never been any question in Sean Tucker’s mind that he’d do whatever it took to make it to the major leagues and be one of the best pitchers of his time. The day he acknowledged to himself that he was gay was also the day he vowed to stay in the closet in order to chase his dreams. The problem is, he never counted on Mason Atley.

Sean showed rookie short stop Mason Atley the ropes, both on the field and off. The two forged a friendship which continued as both of them moved through the ranks of the farm system and into the majors. Unfortunately, there’s always been one secret Mason never felt he could share with Sean. Until now.

For seven years, Sean lived with the fact that he loved a man who would never reciprocate. When Mason admits that he’s always known he’s bisexual but has never allowed himself to pursue a relationship with a man, will Sean be able to put aside his reservations about starting a relationship with the friend he’d always assumed was straight? And more importantly, will they be able to find a way to stay together when their careers keep them apart more than they can be together?

Curve Ball by Sloan Johnson


Jason Klein’s living with the fallout from a decision he knew was the right one at the time. He never told anyone about the love of his life, which left him to mourn alone when he found out the man he gave his heart to had been killed in combat. Now, his heart has had time to heal, but he’s not sure he’s ready to let himself move on. Until he meets Cam Morgan…

Without a job lined up following graduation, Cam Morgan took his best friend up on his offer to move to Milwaukee and stay with him until he could get on his feet. The last thing he wanted to do the day after getting to town was go to a party filled with a bunch of jocks. Sure, they were “professional athletes” but Cam was convinced that bigger bank accounts didn’t make them any more accepting of people like him. He certainly didn’t expect to meet Jason, the Mavericks’ catcher who broke every stereotype he’d had.

What started out as one hot, sweaty night together quickly grows into something deeper. Jason welcomes Cam into his home and his life, but now he has to teach the younger man that it’s not a sign of weakness to let people help you.

About Sloan Johnson

Sloan Johnson

Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl’s life. While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas, she hasn’t yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee, watching the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete and glass.

When she was three, her parents received their first call from the principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you aren’t enrolled, you can’t attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week, she was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.

Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help their socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured there was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It’s a good thing they did because this is where she found her love of reading and writing. Who needs socialization when you can sit alone in your bedroom with a good book?

Now, Sloan is a tattooed mom with a mohawk and two kids. She’s been kicked out of the PTA in two school districts and is no longer asked to help with fundraisers because she’s been known to lose herself with a good book and forget she has somewhere to be.

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No Magic Moment, Book 4 by Angel Payne & Victoria Blue Release Blitz 9/7/15

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My name is Margaux Asher–and I’m in love.
Crazy, right? Me, the girl who grew up in the lap of luxury and the shadow of cynicism, is now head-over-heels for an apple farmer’s son who rocks my world and steals my breath. He’s seen the woman beneath the princess, and loves me–for me. Trouble is…he wants all of me. But how can I commit that to him if I don’t know what “me” is?

There are pieces missing–and not just mine. Until Michael opens up and shares all of himself, we’re a great opening explosion, but not a lasting magic tale.

Don’t look at the man behind the curtain…

My name is Michael Pearson–and I’m in love.

Margaux is the fire of my dreams, the fulfillment of my fantasies, and the woman who’s asked the impossible. When your past has been hell, how is it possible to walk through it again? But fighting it isn’t an option–especially when the ghosts rise up and battle back.

Especially when fate issues an ultimatum: battle back, or lose her forever.

Can I do it? Is love enough to change a person’s soul, or will our magic become a forgotten moment for us both?

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Angel Payne

Hi there. I’m Angel: book lover, writing addict, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek and avid shoe lover.

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I’ve been hooked on books since I was a kid but it got worse in my twenties, when I discovered romances–the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern California, with lots of surfer manliness surrounded me, was certainly a good boost for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I was doomed–though my path toward romance novelist took a few detours via a concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets…backstage passes…that was a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance music mag, personal assistant work for a record producer, dance club disc jockey, and a lot of fun in the hospitality industry.

These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter. I have the best life ever, and never forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.


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Victoria Blue lives in her own portion of the galaxy known as Southern California. There she finds the love and life sustaining power of one amazing sun, two unique and awe inspiring planets and three indifferent, yet comforting moons. Life is fantastic and challenging and everyday brings new adventures to be discovered. She looks forward to seeing what’s next!


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September Series By Andrea Smith Promo Tour 9/7/15


Sins of September, Book 1 in the September Series
I’m no angel. I never was. But when Mama left us just short of my fourteenth birthday, any chance of me becoming angelic flew out the window. 

My step-father, Jesse, had been the only ‘father-figure’ in my life from the time I was six years-old, but all that came to an end when Mama left. I was sent to live with my grandparents in another state; my half-sister, Scout, remained with Jesse, her daddy. And my world had crashed around me. 

Fast-forward four years. I’m almost eighteen and a somewhat normal teenage girl who’s curious about her sexuality, and determined to find someone like my Mama had – but hadn’t appreciated. As luck would have it, my stepfather wants me to spend the summer going into my senior year in Arkansas with them. He needs me to take care of my little sister, Scout over the summer. 

Four years have changed both Jesse and me in ways we hadn’t considered. It isn’t long before I encounter the obstacles involved in getting what it is I really want: Jesse Ryan. 

Complications follow, and I learn more than I ever anticipated that summer, not only about myself and my sexuality, but also about being true to myself, and putting others that I love first. 

When September Ends
Book 2
September Series
This book is the sequel to “Sins of September.”
My name is Jesse Ryan. I’m thirty, single (not officially divorced) but that’s a long story. Up until the summer of 2010, I was doing just fine raising my only child, Scout. I’m a construction worker in Fort Smith, AK. But that summer I needed some help with Scout. So that’s when I sent for my 17-year-old stepdaughter—and Scout’s half-sister, September. She has been living with her grandparents in Mississippi ever since her mother—and my estranged wife, Libby, had taken off on all of us years prior.
September turned out to be a very resourceful young woman, effectively ambushing my first budding romance since her mother had left us. But she didn’t stop there. Shortly after her 18th birthday, I found myself inexplicably drawn to her. Yeah, I get that there’s a twelve year age difference, but despite my better judgement and solid resolve, the heart wants what the heart wants.
Up until now, we have kept our relationship discreet, planning our future together. I’m preparing to start my own business, and September is preparing to start her freshman year of college. Then we get . . . the news.  And everything we’ve been planning is suddenly and inexplicably torn from us.
After more than five years without a word, my estranged wife, Libby, resurfaces. She had been seriously injured and now suffers from total amnesia. She doesn’t remember any of us.
Now decisions need to be made, and everyone looks to me to be the one to make them. But how can I make a decision that will be in everyone’s best interest?
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My mind drifts back to the day Jesse said good-bye to me.
The day he came here to pick up Scout.
Scout was tickled to death to see him after being away all summer. She had asked about Mama and Jesse shook his head and said, “No word.”
He sent her out to the car after she hugged and kissed us all good-bye. Jesse assured my grandparents they were always welcome, and that he’d bring Scout to visit when he could. Gram and Grandpa were pleased about that.
“And you,” he said, crouching down to be eye level with me, my heart was hoping that the next words out of his mouth would be, “We want you to come with us if you have a mind to.”
But those weren’t his words.
“You behave your grandparents, and keep up with your good grades. You’re a smart girl, September. I know you’ll have a bright future. Now I’ll keep in touch to make sure you’re behaving, hear?”
I nodded, hoping that I could hold back the tears that threatened to spill. Jesse acted as if he didn’t notice. “I have something for you,” he said, reaching into the pocket of his jeans.
He handed me a small box. Inside was a heart-shaped locket on a gold chain. The locket was the kind that can hold a tiny picture. There wasn’t a picture in this one.
“I reckon you’ll be breaking hearts soon enough. That locket is for you to put a picture of your true love inside, that way you’ll always have him close to your heart.”
He hugged me, and I thanked him feeling like I’d never see him again. I waited until he and Scout where just a spec on the horizon before I went upstairs to my room and let the flood gates open.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks.


I moan in response. My mind reverts back to the total pleasure he’s inflicting within my core with each and every thrust.
“We’ve got to be quiet, September. We can’t wake Scout, hear?”
“Are you ready to learn something new, September?”
He placed his hands on each of my shoulders, and gently pressed me down. “On your knees, woman.”
“I’ve missed you, September. You’re not leaving me,” he whispers hoarsely before moving downward, his tongue tracing a hot path across my belly, his fingers plucking at my panties, moving them down over my hips, so that he has full access to my heat.
“Then you’re mine?” he asks, and I can’t think of any better way that he could’ve put that question.
I feel his tongue tracing the shell of my ear, his warm breath caressing my skin. He nips at my lobe, and whispers, “I’ve thought about this all fucking day. About being inside of you, claiming what is mine.”
“Fuck September,” he growls loudly, “Where the hell are your panties?”
“You bastard,” he hisses, standing up as if he’s going to take me on. “What have you done? Seduced my granddaughter? She’s a child for heaven’s sake!”




I grab my backpack and head out of my room just as Mama is coming down the hall towards her room.
“Well, I see you’ve gotten exactly what you set out to get, haven’t you?”
This is new.
“Excuse me?”
“Your neighbor, Casey, filled in the blanks for me,” she replies quietly. “You know, I almost wish Mama and Daddy hadn’t found me. Maybe living in ignorance would’ve been bliss compared to this. All these sinners that surround me at every turn, it’s so disheartening.”
And, for whatever reason, I’m determined that she’s not going to get away with hosting a pity party for herself.
I drop my backpack, and cross my arms, staring her down. “You,” I say very succinctly, “don’t get to play victim here, Mama. And most of all, save your sanctimonious bullshit for someone that doesn’t know you like we all do.”
“No, you are the one that made things the way they are right now. You get credit for that all by yourself. You left Jesse, you left Scout and you left me. You don’t get to waltz back into our lives and expect forgiveness for all that you’ve brought upon yourself and that continues to spill over into our lives and make us miserable.”
“I–I can’t believe you’re talking to your own Mama that way! You sleep with my husband and bring shame upon this family, have you no decency, September?”
“Decency? Decency?” I ask incredulously, “What would you know of decency, Mama? When was the last time you showed any decency?”
She’s glaring at me hatefully now, and then her eyes narrow. “The Bible says ‘to err is human, and to forgive is divine.”
I pick up my backpack and look at her, and I almost feel pity for the person standing there. Almost, but not quite.
“That’s not from the Bible. It’s from a poem by Alexander Pope. And I don’t forgive you, Mama. Maybe God will, but I won’t.”



Andrea Smith is a USA Today Best-Selling Author.
She self-publishes Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Sensual Romance with a paranormal twist. She also writes New Adult Romance under the pseudonym of Graysen Blue.
Here is a listing of her published fiction to date:
Baby Series (Contemporary Romance/Suspense w/erotic tone)
Maybe Baby
Baby Love
Be My Baby
Baby Come Back (Novella)
G-Man Series (Contemporary Romance/Suspense w/erotic tone)
Diamond Girl
Love Plus One
Night Moves
G-Men Holiday Wrap (Novella)
These Men (Spin-off) Part of the BEND anthology.
Past Tense Future Perfect (Baby Series Boxed Set trilogy, e-book only.)
Limbo Series (Contemporary Steamy Romance w/paranormal edge)
Silent Whisper
Clouds in my Coffee  
September Series (New Adult)
Sins of September
When September Ends
M/M Romance
Black Balled (Co-Authored with Eva LeNoir)
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Breaking China By N.J Cole Release Blitz 9/7/15

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Breaking China
N.J Cole
Sept 7th
China Perry has one goal, and she will do anything to achieve
it, including sell herself into human sex trafficking. She endures countless
ruthless masters on her mission, undeterred by the pain and humiliation each of
them causes. Determined to let nothing stop her, she’d turned her heart cold,
never allowing herself to feel for any of these barbarians who had purchased
her. That is, until she meets Master Richard.
Richard Pantero has been searching for something his entire life. Though he has
money, servants, and women willing to do anything for him, his life is still
empty. He’s lived the lifestyle and hasn’t thought twice about purchasing
companionship. Each girl was different, yet the same until China entered his
world like a comet changing everything he’d ever believed in.
In a love story for the ages, follow Richard and China on their journey. Can he
find the peace he’s been searching for? Can she trust him enough to let down
her walls and allow him to help her find what she craves the most? Is love
Publisher’s note: This story is written in first person point of view similar
to a screen play alternating between characters to give the authenticity of
each character’s feelings. Warning: Intense bondage, aggressive sex, human

I’d been purchased. I knew what he expected. He expected me to beg and plead.
The others girls were crying. Sobs like, “Please, Master, please don’t
hurt me,” filled the room.
Some slaves were trying to strike bargains. “If I suck you off, then
please don’t fuck me.” I rolled my eyes. Could they really be so stupid as
to believe these men would make bargains? They owned the girls now, plain and
I heard footsteps then saw him. He held the key to my crate
as well as the keys to my cuffs. I bit back the urge to look up at him and spit
in his face or spout “fuck you,” both of which I would have done if
not in shackles, if not at his mercy. Instead, I chose to say and do nothing.
I gazed into his eyes, and unlike the other Masters who had
gotten pissed, he just smirked, and it made me think twice. He was handsome,
and had he not just “purchased” me, I might have been attracted to
My eyes remained locked with hers; no words had been said, but the struggle had
begun. I felt a surge of energy wash through me. Could she finally be the one?
I continued staring her down; long moments passed before she averted her gaze.
Unshackling her arms, I knew the next round of her training
would prove interesting. I had caught a subtle look of desire cross her
features. Quick, but unmistakable. I slowly began to disrobe, allowing her to
appraise my form as I had done hers. “Kitten, I offer you this chance to
freely pay me homage.”
He was different, I’d give him that. The others had choked me until I’d opened
my mouth, inserted an O-ring gag and proceeded to fuck my face. He was asking
me to do it voluntarily.
Pay him homage? Perhaps it would make my life less miserable.
I leaned forward, not wanting to pay special attention to his cock, which, from
the quick glance I’d given it, was magnificent.
I bent as low as possible and kissed his feet. One soft kiss
to the top of each foot. If he thought I was going to speak to him, he was
mistaken. I’d been beaten until I couldn’t stand, but I was not going to
acknowledge another human as my “master.”
A faint frown covered my face, but my heart soared. Finally, a challenge; a pet
whose devotion would have to be earned. Compassion would come in due time, now
was time for the stick.
The proprietor offered me a crop, but I waved him off. I
preferred my first chastisement to be flesh on flesh. My fingers stroking her
hair, the silken strands wrapping around my hand. “Kitten, I see you don’t
have the proper respect. Right now, you are nothing more than an object to me.
In time, this could change, but for now you’re less than nothing.” My hand
tightened as I lifted her to her feet by her hair.
Oh, here we go again, I thought. I braced myself for his fist to my face. His
hand in my hair raising me to my feet then lifting me slightly off of them. My
toes skimmed the ground. He seemed just the same as the other masters now. I
looked into his eyes. I wouldn’t let him beat me to death, though it did have a
sense of peace in it. I had too much to live for. I glared at him.
He said I was nothing more than an object to him, and he was
nothing more than an asshole to me. I wasn’t just a fuckhole. I wouldn’t let
myself believe that. I would hold onto that little shred of self-respect that I
had left.
As my fingers traced her cheek, I lowered my head to her neck, inhaling deeply.
I could see her trembling flesh. My teeth scraping along her shoulder, I bit
down on the nape of her neck holding her in place.
I released her hair, sliding my fingertips down her back. My nails dug into her
flesh. Each of my pets had to bear my markings until they earned my collar. She
began to squirm under me. The friction of her skin on mine was stimulating.
He wasn’t like the others. They had reacted in anger, beating me to get out
their frustration, or in the hopes of getting me to become a submissive slut.
He held my gaze until he lowered his head to my neck. I thought he was going to
kiss me, but he inhaled deeply then, to my surprise, ran his mouth over my neck
to my shoulder. I was even more shocked when he bit down. I knew he’d broken
the skin. I bit my own tongue to keep from crying out in pain.
His mouth stayed there as his hands ran down my back,
scratching my skin. Again, I knew he was marking me, tearing my flesh. I
writhed to get away from his strong hands. I refused to give him the
satisfaction of me begging him to stop. I knew he wouldn’t anyway. Why would I
disgrace myself.
He pulled his head back and, I could see my blood on his
lower lip. I glared at him.
I licked my lips; fury showed in her glare. Such anger was intoxicating; my
loins stirred to life. If she were going to be so difficult, she would soon
learn the consequences of her continued defiance.
I eased around her back, admiring the long scratches. Now all
who looked at her would know she was mine. A crimson drop trickled down her
arm. I knew she was in pain, but still she made no sound.
Well, if she wouldn’t scream her submission, she would
whimper it. I ran my palms over her swaying breasts, cupping them. My thumbs
ran circles over her nipples. Her body betrayed her as they stiffened under my
touch. The heel of my hand pressed against her belly as it moved down, my thick
shaft rubbing along her inner thighs. I licked her ear. “You will give in
to me, Kitten.”
NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She
works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful
boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write
in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of
the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and
respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over
two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly
an up and coming author.
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