GONE FOR YOU by Riley Hart + Giveaway!

GONE FOR YOU by Riley Hart
Wild Side Series: Book 1
M/M Contemporary Romance

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About the Book: Oliver Hayes wears his heart on his sleeve, and his friends never let him forget it. Every Friday night spent at Wild Side, their favorite West Hollywood bar, Oliver’s lack of hookups becomes the hot topic. It’s not that he doesn’t want a good time. He just wants it to mean something, which is a lofty goal when he’s still pining after his childhood crush, Matt, who left ten years ago to start a new life in New York City.

Matt Daniels has always felt most at home seated at a piano. He might not have entirely fit in with his family and friends, but he was always able to find himself in music. Or at least he did before he gave up his dream a lifetime ago. Now, he has a successful modeling career and should be enjoying every second of it. Yet nothing feels right, and Matt fears he’s losing himself.

Just when Oliver decides to get over Matt for good, Matt waltzes back into LA. As Matt struggles to understand what he’s missing in his seemingly perfect life, he falls right back into leaning on Oliver for support. Things aren’t what they used to be between them, though. They tumble into bed together, and it’s hard not to continue ending up there. For the first time in years, Matt’s inspired to compose again, reigniting a spark he thought long extinguished.

But as always, Oliver can’t keep his heart in check, and soon Matt realizes he’s gone for Oliver too. The biggest question is, can he fully give himself to someone if he still hasn’t figured out how to love himself?



Preview of GONE FOR YOU

Oliver opened the door and took one step into the room before his eyes hit Matt. Matt sitting on the side of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. His dark brown hair looked wet as it hung against his forehead, a veil between Matt’s eyes and him. Had he showered before he’d gone down to play? Tried to talk himself out of it the same way Oliver had forced himself not to go downstairs?

Matt’s right leg bounced up and down like a jackhammer as he looked at the floor and didn’t speak. Oliver didn’t either. He didn’t know what to say, so he just took another step into the room, and then another.  

It was then when Matt’s head tilted up, that he shook his hair off his forehead and his eyes met Oliver’s searing with something that he didn’t understand. He thought maybe there was some pain in there…a little confusion, but more that Oliver couldn’t read.

His breath caught when Matt pushed to his feet. The shorts hung low on his slender hips, and he was sure Matt didn’t have underwear beneath them.

His chest was smooth. He had a light trail of brown hair that dipped below his shorts, which hung so low he could see the top of Matt’s pubes.

Despite how thin he was, too thin if you asked Oliver, his muscles were well defined. He had a lean six-pack that rose slightly as Matt breathed.

Jesus, he was so fucking sexy, so beautiful it seemed unreal.  

Matt moved toward him again. His gaze turned more predatory as chaos erupted inside of Oliver—pain and confusion and lust…was that what he saw in Matt too? Lust was the missing piece?

His thoughts went haywire, snapping and buzzing with years of pent up energy. And then he was moving toward Matt too. He didn’t know what they were doing, didn’t know where it came from—at least on Matt’s part—but the second they met in the middle of the room, their mouths crashed together. Matt’s hand slid behind his head, cupped it with his fingers, tangled in Oliver’s wet hair. Oliver’s fingers locked onto Matt’s lean hips, felt his hipbone press into his hand and he wanted to get on his knees and taste them. Wanted to lick and suck and explore every fucking inch of Matt’s body with his tongue.

“What are we doing?” he asked when Matt’s skillful mouth traveled down his throat.

Matt sucked on the spot where his neck met his shoulder, before he replied, “I don’t know, Ollie. I just know…know that I need you right now.”

He could hear Matt warring with himself, hear it in the rough edge to his voice. Feel it in the way his body tensed up when he said the word need. It wasn’t easy for Matt to need anyone or anything, but Oliver would take on the fucking universe to make sure Matt had it. There wasn’t a time in his life when he wouldn’t, but this moment right here? He couldn’t pretend this was just for Matt. Couldn’t pretend he wasn’t greedy for him, that the fire searing through him for Matt was based on anything more than his primal hunger for the man. To have him, take him, fuck him, even if it was only once. He’d wanted Matt for years, loved him since he was a kid—and as they stood in the middle of his room, Matt’s hand running up and down his back, his cock pressed against Oliver’s leg, he damn sure planned to have him. In that moment, he didn’t give a shit about the consequences.

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Riley Hart is the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She's a hopeless romantic. A lover of sexy stories, passionate men, and writing about all the trouble they can get into together. If she's not writing, you'll probably find her reading. Riley lives in California with her awesome family, who she is thankful for everyday.

Some of Riley's favorite books:

THE NOTHINGNESS OF BEN by Brad Boney

THE RETURN by Brad Boney

TWO BOYS KISSING by David Levithan

FAITH AND FIDELITY by Tere Michaels

She is also addicted to chocolate and pictures of sexy men. She spends way too much time playing on the internet. 

Riley loves hearing from readers. You can contact her at rileyhartwrites at yahoo.com 

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Treasure Hunt - Shira Glassman

When the Empress sends her Imperial guards Vasily and Aleksei into the dragon's cave to steal treasure, they doubt the existence of the dragon and take advantage of the time alone in the dark to drink vodka and fool around. Little do they know, the dragon is watching Vasily's expert domination, and he likes what he sees!

This story features a sentient but not human narrator.

Excerpt:

Moving in slow motion so that I wouldn't make noise, I crept through my piles of coins and gems, my crowns, and my art from forgotten civilizations. I could see in the dark, and I wanted to keep an eye on these two, as well as an ear.

I peered over the top of a ledge that overlooked the clearing they would reach if they kept following the water. Nothing yet, but the footsteps were getting stronger.

The glare of lanterns, dancing against the walls as they walked, heralded their invasion. When they came into view, I studied the two intruders.

They were dressed in the uniforms of the Empress's imperial guard. A smart black jacket with a flared skirt and a high, stiff collar accompanied black trousers and sturdy black boots. Hanging from each man's side was a sheathed dagger. Of course my eyes went straight to the shiny silver buttons that held the jackets closed...I like shiny things. Don't look at me that way, what else were you expecting?

One of the men was very tall, broad, and generously-stomached, with hooded eyes peering over a beard. His hair was in a short, scruffy ponytail and he filled out the uniform nicely. The other I might call an aging pretty-boy, with wavy hair and a sculpted, clean-shaven face. I guessed that he was probably the whiny one, Aleksei. When the conversation started again, I found I was right.

“Still no dragon—and still no treasure.” He swung his lantern around in an arc, and I ducked into the shadows briefly.

“No, just a nice, peaceful chamber to sit down and eat our lunch,” said Vasily. “Unless you're afraid the smell of knishes will attract dragons.”

Shira Glassman is a bi Jewish violinist living in north central Florida. Her books have been shortlisted for the Bi Book Awards and Golden Crown Literary Society Awards.

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Update

Hey guys! Just wanted to give you an update about where I'm at in terms of my writing.

I've gotten my rights back from Torquere Press, and I'm in the process of having my works taken down from distributor sites, so it's possible that some stories might not be available to purchase from a particular ebook store for a while.

Meanwhile, here's a sneak peek at the new covers! (Huge thanks to Kris Norris for reconstructing MZF's cover for me!)

Amber and My Zombie Boyfriend/Fiancé should be back up everywhere (except probably Amazon) within the next week or so. Because they're being self-published, I'm now free to give you the Undead Canadian series the way it was written—with Canadian spelling! That's right, along with the nifty new covers you'll also get a torrent of U's. I'm talking coloUr, moUld, neighboUr and more!* Additionally, the new version of MZB will include the first chapter of MZF as a sample.

My Zombie Cat and Mixup are going into a collection of Undead Canadian shorts—along with two previously unpublished stories—though that probably won't be available for at least another month. Char, Delphinos, and Lighthouse are also going to be released as a collection, along with a previously unpublished short story.

My other works are migrating to my erotica pen name, Lee Fisher, who will also be posting new stories.

If you'd like to keep track of important updates from me, you can subscribe to my mailing list! I won't send more than an email a month, if that, so don't worry about being spammed. You will get exclusive sneak peeks, giveaways, and coupons.

Thanks again to all of you for reading and being awesome!

*Please note: the text hasn't changed substantially in either book. I'm not going to say no if you want to re-purchase the new versions, but you're basically getting the same content

 

Important Announcement

As some of you may be aware, my publisher, Torquere Press, is closing. I am currently waiting to get my rights back, so I can republish my current works and continue publishing new ones.

If you were planning on purchasing any of my writing, I would ask that you wait until this change is complete—don’t worry, there’ll be an announcement!

My current plan is to self-publish the two existing Undead Canadian novels (and the upcoming one, My Zombie Wedding. I’ve almost gotten the first draft finished, guys!). I’ll be releasing the two Undead Canadian short stories—My Zombie Mixup and My Zombie Cat—along with two previously unpublished shorts as a small collection. Amber, Crossed Wires, and Lock and Key will be republished as stand-alone novelettes. Char, Lighthouse, and Delphinos will be published as a collection.

I’m also branching out—or maybe going back to my roots, to use another plant-based expression. Beginning with Belladonna, I will be publishing M/M erotica under the pen name Lee Fisher, so look for spicy reads coming at you.

I’m now offering freelance proofreading services—find out more here.

As for the other new projects I’m working on…we’ll just have to see where life takes me, and them.

Thank you for your patience, and thanks to all of you who’ve supported me and enjoyed my writing over the years. This isn’t an ending; it’s a new beginning.

I’ve just started a newsletter! Sign up here if you’d like to keep track of new releases, receive exclusive coupons and giveaways, and get sneak peeks of what I'm working on. 

A Place of Permanence by Angora Shade

Jesse hates the still monotony of his small town existence. With the encouragement of his lover Antonio, Jesse sets out to “taste life” through joining the military. His service takes him across the world far longer than he intends, and he loses contact with family and friends. Years later, Jesse returns to a changed world, but with love still in his heart. Will Antonio be waiting?


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Fanfic - You Don't Owe Me Comments

I've seen a lot of people lately with the attitude that, because they wrote fanfiction, they're owed praise from readers. Each and every single reader. 

As someone who has written (and read) fanfic for more than a decade, I completely disagree.

Do I leave feedback on every single fanfic I read? Honestly? No. 

Do I expect every single person who reads my fic to leave feedback? Hell no!

Do I try to leave at least a short comment? Do I love every single comment I get? Yes!

I don't bestow my fanfic upon the world and expect to be showered with gratitude. 

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I write what I'm going to write, and oh happy day, at least a few people usually like it, and some of those people let me know they like it! And that's awesome—that's the way it should be. 

Crossed Wires is Visiting Mary's Ménage Reviews!

Thanks so much to Mary's Ménage Reviews for hosting Crossed Wires! Check out the post and comment for a chance to win an ebook copy.

Crossed Wires: Rory isn’t expecting much more than clowns and elephant poop when he agrees to take his niece and nephew to the circus, but he finds himself entranced by the trapeze performers. Returning to the circus another night, he meets Lev and Tanner after the show and finds himself just as interested in the men themselves. They take him back to their hotel room for a night of steamy sex. After the circus leaves, Rory can’t stop thinking about the duo, though they never call him. He enrolls in a trapeze class as a distraction, and is astonished to find out who’s teaching the course.

Genres: M/M, Contemporary

Length: 13,500 words  (Novelette)

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