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Love Is Never Past Tense



Love is Never Past Tense
Janna Yeshanova
Published: April 23, 2013


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A couple’s quick romance and hasty marriage is torn apart by family and fate, leaving them to face the collapse of the Soviet Union separately. Years later, old memories are stirred to give their love a second chance.

Serge and Janna’s chance meeting at a Black Sea beach sparks a passionate romance and a quick marriage. Serge’s parents, suspicious of Janna’s motives and heritage, force him to break up with her. As the Soviet Union collapses, revealing ethnic and social pressures, each faces danger separately. Serge drowns in self-doubt, his life spiraling down and in. Janna plots a dangerous exodus to America with her mother and daughter. Years pass, stirring old emotions. Then, changing circumstances give their love a second chance. Janna Yeshanova tells a story, providing a very personal view of political and social change.


Love is Never Past Tense is part romantic drama and part a look at real people responding to life-changing events, but mostly a suspense adventure about living through one of the biggest changes in living memory.





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The old man sat on the stern of the boat, lowering his thin, wiry legs into the water. They were approaching the end of their days faster than their owner: the veins that had survived the surgeries had become a bluish, knotted spider web. The old man’s feet were always cold, even during warm weather. But now the seawater, warmed by the sun, stroked them, pleasing him.

He had already been sitting like this for fifteen minutes, slowly moving the soles of his feet, every now and then dangling them over the water and then lowering them into the waves nearly lapping over the edge of the boat. It was quiet. The sun was shining high above the old man’s head, casting its heat on his shoulders and the nape of his neck. It was time to turn the boat around, but he knew that soon enough the slow waves would eliminate the need, directing his vessel so that his back would face the sun. He could have sat at the bow of the boat, but then his feet wouldn’t have reached the water. Besides, sitting like that wouldn’t have been comfortable at all. What exactly is the point of these needless actions anyway, when time inexorably draws him to an event, the sole purpose of which he had sailed here? It was supposed to happen at sunset; when the sun dips down to meet the sea’s horizon. This is what he had decided.
But now the sun was reaching its zenith, leaving him with an overabundance of time. He sat calmly, relishing his solitude…


* * *
Long ago, there was a similar boat. A young and virile man rowed confidently, deliberately moving his female satellite away from the beach and the shrill sounds of a multitude of tourists. She reclined on the boat’s stern, her long legs stretched out and her hands clasped behind her head. In this position her breasts achieved monstrous proportions. Once in a while, she bent towards the stern of the boat and lowered her palm into the water, enjoying how it streamed through her fingers. Of course, sitting on the narrow bench was not very comfortable, and she was constantly shifting positions, as if to tease him. Her breasts seemed to squeeze out of her swimsuit, evidently lacking a proper-sized container. Now and then she would adjust her top, tugging it up a bit higher, but sometimes she would forget, and the tips of her brown nipples would peek out, sending him into a frenzy. He strained at the oars, trying to exhaust his sexual energy; but, alas, his efforts were futile. As soon as they had moved far enough away from the shore, of course, he intended to move closer to her, and just let whatever was to happen, happen…
Yet she sat calmly, completely oblivious to the rower—to her, it was a pleasant ride, nothing more. Sensing this, the oarsman wondered whether they would actually return to the shore in such an inglorious fashion. He had to surprise her, or at least interest her, for heaven’s sake. But not a single word came to mind. On a schoolboy’s impulse (that’s essentially what he was, anyway), he suddenly got up and dove overboard. He wasn’t a bad swimmer and was an even better diver, able to hold his breath for a long time underwater. Even now, he effortlessly reached the bottom. It was not deep—just five or six meters. Once at the bottom, he clung to a rock and waited as long as his lungs would allow. He and his buddies from diving class had always competed to see who could stay submerged the longest. He’d won every time, usually holding out for more than three minutes…
At last, he could feel his chest tightening—he knew this was the signal to return to the surface. If you wait too long, you might not resurface, since you can momentarily lose consciousness. That’s what their diving coach taught them. No one, of course, tried to prove him wrong. He released the rock and wound his way back to the boat, now a dark silhouette hanging picturesquely in the silver sky of the water—so seems the sea surface looking up from its depths. Purposely, he carefully emerged from the water at the nose of the boat, keeping himself hidden. Occasionally, he stole a glance at his companion, whose own gaze was fixed on the dark green waters. It was evident: worry was overtaking her. Having achieved his goal, he dove back down and immediately resurfaced right in front of her face, his wide smile expressing satisfaction. But instead of petting his long, disheveled hair, she again reclined, reminding him that it was time to return the boat to the shore; the time for their boat’s rental was coming to a close. He scurried back on board and slowly started moving the oars, but the water seemed to thicken as if feeling his desire not to return to the shore.

* * *
During their first three days together, Serge (as they called our hero at the time) was the quieter of the two, once in a while muttering some insignificant phrases. The first time he saw her, he silently followed her for a long time. She walked along easily, shifting her long, rather well-proportioned legs. Her thin leather skirt swung from side to side, barely hiding her shapely hips. A green blouse tightly covered her beautifully straight back. All the while, Serge followed her like she was a vision, lacking the courage to come closer or to back away. He knew that making her acquaintance was a long shot; she was simply out of his league. How could he possibly know that she, a complete stranger, would inexplicably impact his life and be with him forever, whether she was at his side or not?




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What Others Are Saying:


“The portrayal of Communist and post-1991 Russia is brilliantly done and made the story so much more than ‘just’ a romance.” – Amazon top 500 reviewer, Christoph Fischer


Beneath the adventure and romance is a deeper story of achieving dreams regardless of obstacles. Janna Yeshanova brings forth her personal account of courage in the face of impossible odds, her indomitable spirit, and a heart of gold that held onto a lost love for decades.


“This very modern love story, lets you feel the sorrow, fear and joy of a couple coping with events that reshaped the world. A great, dramatic romance in classic Russian style.” – Amazon reviewer


About the Author:


Originally from the former Soviet Union, Janna Yeshanova escaped in 1989 when persecution became violent during the crumbling of the Soviet state. This required getting permission to emigrate and a long dangerous train trip across central Europe with her elderly mother, her young daughter, and the $126 she was permitted to take out of the country. She did this by overcoming gridlock in Russia, animosity and graft at the border, and neglect in the west. Safely out of Soviet control, Janna and her family spent months as refugees waiting for permission to come to the United States.


Arriving in the United States knowing not a soul, Janna arrived in Ohio and began to rebuild her life. She earned a second masters Degree and was invited as a speaker at the Bosnia and Herzegovina International Peace Conference in 1996. While building her business as a Leadership Trainer and consultant, she has become a Professional Certified Coach (PCC) through the International Coach Federation. She offers life coaching services to individuals, conflict resolution to couples and groups, and soft skills training to organizations of all sizes.


Her book, Love Is Never Past Tense, offers a message of hope and inspiration, showing that nothing is impossible if you believe in yourself.


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The Kings Envoy

Cas lives in the lovely county of Hampshire, southern UK, where she was born. On leaving school she trained for two years before qualifying as horse-riding instructor. During this time she also learned to carriage-drive. She spent thirteen years in the British Civil Service before moving to Rome, Italy, where she and her husband, Dave, lived for three years. They enjoy returning whenever they can. Cas supports many animal charities and owns two rescue dogs. She

has a large collection of cacti and loves gardening. She is also a folk singer/songwriter and is currently writing and recording nine folk-style songs to accompany each of her fantasy books. You can listen to and download all the songs from her website: www.caspeace.com 

See the video of her performing live at the King’s Envoy book launch here: http://www.caspeace.com/cas-peace/the-wheel-will-turn

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About the Narrator

Born in the eighties, her formative years in the nineties, Rebecca’s taste in music and fashion never really had a chance. Fortunately, you can’t tell these things from her writing or voice over work. Her first novel, Trespasser, is as dark as

her neon is bright, and you’d never guess from hearing her that she’s narrating science fiction in nothing but unicorn pants.


Currently residing in London, Rebecca is passionate about travel, and has a good- albeit sometimes dubious- ear for accents. She graduated from the Royal Central School of Speech and Drama with a degree in something or other, has a background in musical theatre, a past career in burlesque, and is a classically trained opera singer. Oh, and she likes greyhounds. And wine.

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Taran Elijah’s quest for knowledge uncovers a plot that threatens the world…

In Albia, the fourth

realm, the precious Artesan gift

is dying. Although born to the craft, Taran is struggling to achieve his

potential. Against his friends’ advice, he embarks on a foolhardy plan to

acquire the teaching he craves. Alone, he crosses into Andaryon, the fifth

realm, but instead of finding a mentor, he stumbles upon a treacherous

plot. 

In the wake of

Taran’s actions, Albia suffers a series of vicious raids, and Major Sullyan of

the High King’s forces is sent to oppose them. But a dark and treacherous force

is moving through the realms, and both Taran and Sullyan will feel its power.

Their craft, the lives of their friends, the very existence of their realm are

under threat unless they expose and oppose the evil.

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“Cas Peace’s Artesans of Albia trilogy immediately sweeps you away:  the drama starts with King’s Envoy, continues unabated in King’s Champion, and climaxes in King’s Artesan, yet each volume is complete, satisfying.  The Artesan series  propels you into a world so deftly written that you see, feel, touch, and even smell each twist and turn. These nesting novels are evocative, hauntingly real. Smart. Powerful. Compelling. The trilogy teems with finely drawn characters, heroes and villains and societies worth knowing; with stories so organic and yet iconic you know you’ve found another home—in Albia. So start reading now. I, for one, can’t wait to find out what will happen next.

Janet E Morris: Bestselling Author of The Sacred Band of Stepsons seriesthe Dream Dancer series; I, the Sun; Outpassage; The Silistra Quartet;and editor of the Bangsian In Hell seriesFamed contributor to the shared universe fantasy series, Thieves World.

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Trinity by M. Never

Title: Trinity
Author: M. Never
Genre: Erotic Romance
Narrator: Muffy Newtown
Audio Release Date: October 31, 2018

Blurb

Two seductive strangers.
One scandalous night.
A trinity of temptation.

It was only supposed to be a single encounter. A night of sexual exhibition. We were never supposed to become romantically involved. But they were alluring and irresistible.

They were also the enemy.

Their company wants to take the one thing that means anything to me.

Now, I’m navigating a dicey path. Loving two men who can destroy me in a multitude of ways. They can shatter my heart, wreck my dreams, but worst of all, demolish the only place I’ve ever called home.

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M. Never resides in New York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.

She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.

She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn’t trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!

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Maggie

Title: Maggie
Author: Mya O’Malley
Narrator: Emily Ember
Genre: Paranormal Mystery/ Romance
Cover Designer: Jena Brignola
Producer: The Audio Flow, LLC

Blurb:
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to share your home with an unearthly spirit who can’t find closure? Living on the edge of a cemetery with souls dating back to the 1700s would be enough to spook anyone, but Naomi finds it oddly romantic, and becomes inspired to write her next novel. Why not, when her muse, Maggie, calls to her from beyond her own window?
After all, the story couldn’t possibly be as complicated as Naomi’s own love life. Torn between Ryan, the mysterious and seemingly perfect man she just started dating, and Bryce, the sexy single dad who recently moved in next door, Naomi must navigate the tangled web of dating—all while trying to solve the mystery of Maggie’s death.
When things turn dangerous, Naomi quickly learns whom she can trust and, more importantly, whom she can’t. Will she be able to write Maggie’s story and finally give Maggie the peace she deserves?
Mya O’Malley was born and raised in the suburbs of New York City, where she currently resides with her family.
Mya’s passion is writing; she has been creating stories and poetry since she was a child. She earned her undergraduate degree in special education and a graduate degree in reading and literacy.
Mya is a published writer of contemporary romance,young adult, and paranormal romance/mysteries. Presently, Mya’s novels have been published by Solstice Publishing, Clean Reads, TouchPoint Press, and Blue Tulip Publishing.
Mya spends her free time honing her skills in photography, painting, and reading just about anything she can get her hands on. Mya loves to travel; she has visited several amazing locations such as Aruba, St. Lucia, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Costa Rica, Canada, and Australia. Mya is currently working on her twelfth novel.
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Sky high cliffs, the serene Hudson River, and blue skies
surrounded them. Seagulls screeched overhead as they made their
way up the wide, winding path. Maggie jumped out of the way as
a cyclist whizzed past.
     “Oh!”
     He grabbed her waist, holding her tight. “You need to watch
out for those guys. They can be relentless around here.”
     Didn’t she know it. The local roads were dominated by the
cyclists in the warm weather. More than once in the past few
weeks, Maggie had to pull over to the side of the road to allow
them to pass.
     “This is nice.” Maggie followed the sound of the gulls’ cries
overhead. Not a cloud in the sky.
     “It is, but then again, anything would be nice with you by
my side.”
     “Thanks.” She snuggled her head against his shoulder for a
moment as they walked hand in hand further up the path.
     Walking in a companionable silence, Maggie was happy. This
was nice, being here with him.
     “Would you look at that?” He pointed up toward the edge of
the cliff. Maggie could just about make out the tiny figures of two
people. She swayed slightly. They had to be nuts to get that close
to the edge. They had to be nuts period.
     “Yeah, well if you ask me, they’re crazy.”
     “Crazy? How do you figure?” His eyes bore into hers.

     “Going way up there? They must have a death wish.” Maggie
nearly shivered even though the temperature was mild.
     He stopped her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re
afraid of heights?”
     “No, don’t be ridiculous.”
     “You are, aren’t you?” His eyes lit up.
     “If I’m not mistaken, it seems as if you’re deriving some kind
of sick pleasure from this,” Maggie mumbled, head down.
     “No, honey. No.” He wrapped his arms around her as more
cyclists scurried by. “I didn’t mean to react that way. It’s just that
in my eyes you’re perfect. I didn’t imagine you’d have a fear in
the world.”
     If only he knew. She had plenty of fears, but Maggie figured
most people did.
     “Really? That’s nice of you to say. Untrue, but nice.”
     “Come on. Say, what’s your greatest fear? Top fear of all
time?”
     Strange turn in conversation. “Where are you going with this
line of questioning?”
     He blew out a hearty chuckle. “Come on, it’s all in good fun.
I’m just trying to get to know you.”
     “Okay. Heights. My top fear is heights.” She wished to change
the subject but wondered what his own fears were now that the
topic was on the table.
     “What about you? What are you afraid of?”
     “I guess it would be drowning.” Yes, drowning was also high
on her list.
     He was uncharacteristically quiet. Now would be a good time
to lighten the mood.
     “Enough of this macabre talk. Back to the beautiful day before
us.” Maggie stepped away from him to spread her arms wide. His
face remained serious.
     “Yes, it would be drowning.”
     A dark look passed over his brown eyes. He had already
mentioned the fact.
     “Okay. Can we move on? Maybe talk about something else?”

     “Since you’re the one who brought it up, I guess so.”
     “I didn’t…” He was the one who had pointed out the hikers
up high on the cliff.
     “Yes, you actually did. But I suppose that’s neither here nor
there. I never learned how to swim, did you know that?”
     “No, I didn’t.” Maggie took a step away from his reach. She
felt uncomfortable with the vibe he was creating. More than
anything, Maggie wished he would just stop talking about his
fears, her fears.
     “Can you imagine that? Being raised without swimming
lessons?”
     Maggie could almost taste the hostility that was radiating off
him. Someone had unresolved issues from his childhood, it seemed.
     Now wasn’t the time to inquire about his past, though. Maggie
slipped her hands into her light sweatshirt, wondering if it was
time they should be heading back.
     “It’s getting late. What do you say we head back?”
     It was as if a switch had been flipped. There was no other
way to describe it. As suddenly as his mood had become dark and
brooding, he was now light and charming once more.
     “What? And miss out on sharing this spectacular day with
you?” He leaned over and kissed her. Hard.
     It was a bit uncomfortable, standing there in the middle of the
path, in plain view, being kissed with such intensity.
     “Come.” He led her off the path and into the thick of the woods.
She had no choice but to follow.
     He chuckled as he led her to a large boulder. “Here.”
     He scooped her up and placed her on top of the large rock.
Following suit, he climbed up the slight incline and joined Maggie.
Kissing her again, he cupped her head in his hands. Moments
later, his hands smoothed over her body.
     Maggie stiffened, pulling away. He sat back, eyes wide. “What
is it, Maggie? What the hell is the problem now?”
     “I’m just not ready.”
     Placing his head in his hands, he sighed dramatically. “You’re
not ready.” His laugh was sharp.

     “Why not? Didn’t I just tell you I love you?” His tone rose
in agitation.
     Was that why he had declared his love for her? Her face must
have given away her thoughts.
     “Are you kidding me? You think that’s why I shared my
feelings with you?” He stood and paced on the boulder. “Let’s go.
Time to go.”
     What had just happened here? How had everything
deteriorated in a matter of mere minutes? And how much of it
was her fault?
     “No. Don’t. Sit down. Please.” Her eyes looked up at his
height, pleading for him to stay.
     “I don’t get you, Maggie. I have to be honest here with you.
You’re kind of driving me crazy. Pushing my limits, you know?”
His face flushed red as he paced.
     How was she pushing him? “Sit, please just come back and sit
beside me.” Maggie patted the spot beside her, her lip trembling.
She didn’t know why he was so upset, only that she wanted things
to return to how they were prior to this walk by the river.
     “Fine.” He plopped himself beside her, leaving at least a foot
between them.
     Maggie reached over for him, taking his hand in hers. He
didn’t move closer but didn’t pull away either.
     “Maggie. You’re killing me. I love you. I freaking love you,
and I feel you not returning my feelings.”
     “I…”
     “Let me finish. I open up to you, try to show you how much I
love you and I’m met with a slam of the door.” His hands moved
dramatically. Maggie leaned back so that he wouldn’t swipe her
as he spoke.
     “No response from you, telling me that you love me back, and
now I can’t even show you how I feel.” He was upon her, grabbing
her face, his eyes intense.
     It was true. She hadn’t said she loved him back. She hadn’t
been ready. What she definitely wasn’t ready for was showing
him. The words slipped out of her mouth before she could think.

Maggie

Title: Maggie
Author: Mya O’Malley
Narrator: Emily Ember
Genre: Paranormal Mystery/ Romance
Cover Designer: Jena Brignola
Producer: The Audio Flow, LLC

Blurb:
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to share your home with an unearthly spirit who can’t find closure? Living on the edge of a cemetery with souls dating back to the 1700s would be enough to spook anyone, but Naomi finds it oddly romantic, and becomes inspired to write her next novel. Why not, when her muse, Maggie, calls to her from beyond her own window?
After all, the story couldn’t possibly be as complicated as Naomi’s own love life. Torn between Ryan, the mysterious and seemingly perfect man she just started dating, and Bryce, the sexy single dad who recently moved in next door, Naomi must navigate the tangled web of dating—all while trying to solve the mystery of Maggie’s death.
When things turn dangerous, Naomi quickly learns whom she can trust and, more importantly, whom she can’t. Will she be able to write Maggie’s story and finally give Maggie the peace she deserves?
Mya O’Malley was born and raised in the suburbs of New York City, where she currently resides with her family.
Mya’s passion is writing; she has been creating stories and poetry since she was a child. She earned her undergraduate degree in special education and a graduate degree in reading and literacy.
Mya is a published writer of contemporary romance,young adult, and paranormal romance/mysteries. Presently, Mya’s novels have been published by Solstice Publishing, Clean Reads, TouchPoint Press, and Blue Tulip Publishing.
Mya spends her free time honing her skills in photography, painting, and reading just about anything she can get her hands on. Mya loves to travel; she has visited several amazing locations such as Aruba, St. Lucia, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Costa Rica, Canada, and Australia. Mya is currently working on her twelfth novel.
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Sky high cliffs, the serene Hudson River, and blue skies
surrounded them. Seagulls screeched overhead as they made their
way up the wide, winding path. Maggie jumped out of the way as
a cyclist whizzed past.
     “Oh!”
     He grabbed her waist, holding her tight. “You need to watch
out for those guys. They can be relentless around here.”
     Didn’t she know it. The local roads were dominated by the
cyclists in the warm weather. More than once in the past few
weeks, Maggie had to pull over to the side of the road to allow
them to pass.
     “This is nice.” Maggie followed the sound of the gulls’ cries
overhead. Not a cloud in the sky.
     “It is, but then again, anything would be nice with you by
my side.”
     “Thanks.” She snuggled her head against his shoulder for a
moment as they walked hand in hand further up the path.
     Walking in a companionable silence, Maggie was happy. This
was nice, being here with him.
     “Would you look at that?” He pointed up toward the edge of
the cliff. Maggie could just about make out the tiny figures of two
people. She swayed slightly. They had to be nuts to get that close
to the edge. They had to be nuts period.
     “Yeah, well if you ask me, they’re crazy.”
     “Crazy? How do you figure?” His eyes bore into hers.

     “Going way up there? They must have a death wish.” Maggie
nearly shivered even though the temperature was mild.
     He stopped her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re
afraid of heights?”
     “No, don’t be ridiculous.”
     “You are, aren’t you?” His eyes lit up.
     “If I’m not mistaken, it seems as if you’re deriving some kind
of sick pleasure from this,” Maggie mumbled, head down.
     “No, honey. No.” He wrapped his arms around her as more
cyclists scurried by. “I didn’t mean to react that way. It’s just that
in my eyes you’re perfect. I didn’t imagine you’d have a fear in
the world.”
     If only he knew. She had plenty of fears, but Maggie figured
most people did.
     “Really? That’s nice of you to say. Untrue, but nice.”
     “Come on. Say, what’s your greatest fear? Top fear of all
time?”
     Strange turn in conversation. “Where are you going with this
line of questioning?”
     He blew out a hearty chuckle. “Come on, it’s all in good fun.
I’m just trying to get to know you.”
     “Okay. Heights. My top fear is heights.” She wished to change
the subject but wondered what his own fears were now that the
topic was on the table.
     “What about you? What are you afraid of?”
     “I guess it would be drowning.” Yes, drowning was also high
on her list.
     He was uncharacteristically quiet. Now would be a good time
to lighten the mood.
     “Enough of this macabre talk. Back to the beautiful day before
us.” Maggie stepped away from him to spread her arms wide. His
face remained serious.
     “Yes, it would be drowning.”
     A dark look passed over his brown eyes. He had already
mentioned the fact.
     “Okay. Can we move on? Maybe talk about something else?”

     “Since you’re the one who brought it up, I guess so.”
     “I didn’t…” He was the one who had pointed out the hikers
up high on the cliff.
     “Yes, you actually did. But I suppose that’s neither here nor
there. I never learned how to swim, did you know that?”
     “No, I didn’t.” Maggie took a step away from his reach. She
felt uncomfortable with the vibe he was creating. More than
anything, Maggie wished he would just stop talking about his
fears, her fears.
     “Can you imagine that? Being raised without swimming
lessons?”
     Maggie could almost taste the hostility that was radiating off
him. Someone had unresolved issues from his childhood, it seemed.
     Now wasn’t the time to inquire about his past, though. Maggie
slipped her hands into her light sweatshirt, wondering if it was
time they should be heading back.
     “It’s getting late. What do you say we head back?”
     It was as if a switch had been flipped. There was no other
way to describe it. As suddenly as his mood had become dark and
brooding, he was now light and charming once more.
     “What? And miss out on sharing this spectacular day with
you?” He leaned over and kissed her. Hard.
     It was a bit uncomfortable, standing there in the middle of the
path, in plain view, being kissed with such intensity.
     “Come.” He led her off the path and into the thick of the woods.
She had no choice but to follow.
     He chuckled as he led her to a large boulder. “Here.”
     He scooped her up and placed her on top of the large rock.
Following suit, he climbed up the slight incline and joined Maggie.
Kissing her again, he cupped her head in his hands. Moments
later, his hands smoothed over her body.
     Maggie stiffened, pulling away. He sat back, eyes wide. “What
is it, Maggie? What the hell is the problem now?”
     “I’m just not ready.”
     Placing his head in his hands, he sighed dramatically. “You’re
not ready.” His laugh was sharp.

     “Why not? Didn’t I just tell you I love you?” His tone rose
in agitation.
     Was that why he had declared his love for her? Her face must
have given away her thoughts.
     “Are you kidding me? You think that’s why I shared my
feelings with you?” He stood and paced on the boulder. “Let’s go.
Time to go.”
     What had just happened here? How had everything
deteriorated in a matter of mere minutes? And how much of it
was her fault?
     “No. Don’t. Sit down. Please.” Her eyes looked up at his
height, pleading for him to stay.
     “I don’t get you, Maggie. I have to be honest here with you.
You’re kind of driving me crazy. Pushing my limits, you know?”
His face flushed red as he paced.
     How was she pushing him? “Sit, please just come back and sit
beside me.” Maggie patted the spot beside her, her lip trembling.
She didn’t know why he was so upset, only that she wanted things
to return to how they were prior to this walk by the river.
     “Fine.” He plopped himself beside her, leaving at least a foot
between them.
     Maggie reached over for him, taking his hand in hers. He
didn’t move closer but didn’t pull away either.
     “Maggie. You’re killing me. I love you. I freaking love you,
and I feel you not returning my feelings.”
     “I…”
     “Let me finish. I open up to you, try to show you how much I
love you and I’m met with a slam of the door.” His hands moved
dramatically. Maggie leaned back so that he wouldn’t swipe her
as he spoke.
     “No response from you, telling me that you love me back, and
now I can’t even show you how I feel.” He was upon her, grabbing
her face, his eyes intense.
     It was true. She hadn’t said she loved him back. She hadn’t
been ready. What she definitely wasn’t ready for was showing
him. The words slipped out of her mouth before she could think.

The Rainbow Clause by Beth Bolden

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The Rainbow Clause

Beth Bolden

M/M Romance

Audio Release: 09.07.18

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Narrator: Wyatt Baker

Listening Length: 7 hours and 45 minutes

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Don’t like the athletes. Don’t sleep with the athletes. Don’t fall for the athletes. It had never been particularly difficult to follow the rules, but Nick had a feeling he was about to be tested.

Heisman winner. Member of the national championship team. NFL rookie of the year. Quarterback Colin O’Connor knows he’s become the ultimate romance novel cliché: all the success he’s ever dreamed of but nobody with whom to share it. Too bad it’s not as simple as asking out the next girl who intrigues him – because the next girl to intrigue him probably won’t be a girl at all.

Unexpectedly, the solution comes in one neat package: Nick Wheeler, lead journalist for a leading sports and pop culture blog. Hired by Colin’s team, Nick comes to Miami to shine a spotlight on the NFL’s most private quarterback.

The heat in Miami rises when Nick discovers Colin is nothing like the hollow personality he pretends to be in interviews and he’s even hotter in person than on his Sports Illustrated cover. Nick knows this is the story of his career, and it also hits close to home. What he needs

is to help Colin share his story while keeping their growing relationship from boiling over in the press, but what he wants is to tell the world.

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“Wow,” Colin breathed out, the sheet shifting down his torso as he propped himself up with an elbow. “What a view.”

Even though the ocean and sky and sand were hazy with the golden light of the rising sun, Nick still had trouble taking his eyes off the man next to him.

“Yeah,” Nick said, still staring at Colin. “Fucking fabulous view.”

Colin glanced over and flushed. He rolled over and slid out of bed, bare feet padding on the tile floor as he headed towards the bathroom. “When you look at me that way,” he said, his voice carrying back into the bedroom, “it’s easy to believe I really look as good as you say.”

“You should believe it,” Nick said as Colin returned to bed. Nick knew he needed to use the bathroom, too, at least to brush away his surely horrible morning breath so he could kiss this beautiful man next to him.

Just one problem. Nick glanced at the tile floor with dismay. “Is that as cold as it looks?”

Colin shot him a playful smile and gave him a little shove to the edge of the bed. “Your turn to find out,” he said, and Nick gave a half-hearted smile, expecting to freeze his balls off as he tiptoed to the bathroom. Instead, he found the floor to be shockingly warm against his bare feet.

“Teddy, that rich bastard,” Nick exclaimed as he walked to the bathroom. “Heated floors.”

Nick brushed his teeth and took a piss, returning to bed with warm feet and cold hands, which he proceeded to place right on Colin’s ribcage. But Colin didn’t flinch, only tugged Nick closer, until their limbs were tangled together. Nick shifted up a fraction and hesitated, their eyes locked together and their lips only an inch apart.

“You keep talking about me,” Colin murmured dreamily, his hand smoothing down a wayward tuft of Nick’s hair. “But you’re gorgeous. I stare at you all the damn time.”

It was hard not to notice and impossible not to feel smug that Colin O’Connor spent at least half his waking hours staring at his ass.

A large hand slid around his hip and cupped that ass – but not with the sort of tacky possession that sometimes gave Nick a bad taste in his mouth, but with reverence and a playful affection that made his heart ache.

“I know you notice,” Colin continued, the edge of his lips quirking into a smile. “You’re too nice to call me out on it.”

“What, and make you stop?” Nick asked.

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Beth Bolden lives in Portland, Oregon with her supportive husband. She wholly believes in Keeping Portland Weird, but wishes she didn’t have to make the yearly pilgrimage up to Seattle to watch her Boston Red Sox play baseball. She’s a fan of fandoms, and spends too much of her free time on tumblr.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t

a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. She’s published eight novels and two novellas, with Catch Me, the next novel in the Kitchen Gods series, releasing in May 2018.

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Frankie by Felice Stevens

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FRANKIE: UNFORGETTABLE

MAN UP SERIES, BOOK 3

FELICE STEVENS

M/M ROMANCE

AUDIO RELEASE: 08.29.18

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Narrator: Kale Williams

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Frankie

No one understands why I love him.

Why I need him.

Why I took him back.

But they don’t have to.

I know.

Despite the hurt and the heartache, I see beneath his skin.

And I’m different now.

No more Flirty Frankie.

My dreams have changed, and so have I.

I’m stronger.

I believe in myself.

And I’m a hell of a lot smarter than a year ago.

Now it’s his turn to show me the man he really is.

To prove it.

I’ve always loved him.

But that’s not enough.

I need to learn to trust him.

Aaron

No more excuses.

No more chances.

I make this right or lose him for good.

I have to do this.

No one has ever believed in me but him.

No one has ever wanted me but him.

I can’t let him down.

I won’t.

I can’t let myself down.

I’m trying, but it’s so damn hard.

No matter what they throw at me, I’m stronger.

And I’m going to make it.

I’m on my way.

With Frankie by my side.

I can see the future.

I have a future.

Us. Together.

Forever.

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“Still no luck?”

I set a cup of coffee in front of Aaron and stood across from him at the small kitchen counter. He’d come over to my place early to use my computer and had been job hunting for hours. When Aaron got out of jail, he’d wanted to move back in with me, but I said no. The past few months, I’d let him stay over more often than not, but he still had his own place. I was being careful.

“No, I fucking can’t even see straight anymore. I need a break.” He rubbed his eyes, then took a sip and let out a gusty sigh. “Thanks, babe. Hits the spot.”

The endearment sent a warm glow through me. In our joint therapy sessions, Aaron and I discussed his dislike for showing affection and how that made me feel unappreciated. Since he’d been back, he’d made the effort. It might not seem like much, but to me, it meant he listened and that my feelings were important to him.

I put on my most positive face for him. “Something’ll turn up. What about that one at the new supermarket that opened last week on Cross Bay Boulevard?”

He grimaced, his face darkening. “They said they didn’t have openings. But they still got the sign up in the window, ya know?”

I did know. And it worried me. Aaron had been out of jail for months now and had yet to find anything. And as much as I saw him trying to work through his anger issues, I worried he might slip and bring us back to that ugly place of last year.

“You want me to have Austin ask Rhoades? He’s got so many businesses, I bet he can find you something.”

“No,” he responded with an angry snap. “Your friend hates me. I don’t need no favors from him. I’m gonna do this on my own.”

“Okay, okay. It was only a suggestion.” He stood, and God help me, I couldn’t stop that involuntary jerk of my heart when he walked around the counter to stand in front of me. I hated seeing him defeated and sad.

“I know it was.” He reached out and cupped my jaw, his palm rough and warm against my face. I wished every one of the doubters could see these tender moments between us instead of remembering the old Aaron. “I’m not blaming you. My problems are my fault.”

I put my arms around him, hugging him close. “We both were at fault. But now we can do better. I want to show everyone the person I remember from when we first met. Smart, funny, sexy.”

He palmed my ass, bringing me flush up against him so I could feel the hard ridge of his dick against my stomach. “Sexy, huh? I’m only sexy for you.…You know that, right?”

“Mmhmmm.” He got me ready in no time flat.

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Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.

But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back.

Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

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Rhoades by Felice Stevens

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RHOADES: UNDENIABLE

MAN UP SERIES, BOOK 2

FELICE STEVENS

M/M ROMANCE

AUDIO RELEASE: 09.05.18

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NARRATOR: KALE WILLIAMS

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Rhoades.

Loneliness. The pain doesn’t simply go away with time. It’s been years, and they tell me I need to move on. But I can’t.

Blame and regret are my constant companions. Until I see him in the spotlight and everything changes. Night after night, I watch him dance. Thinking about him.

What he’d feel like.

What he’d taste like.

And now that I know, I want him even more.

And maybe…just maybe, he might want me too.

But not yet.

Not before he knows he’s more than a pretty face. Not before he knows what he means to me. I need him by my side.

The two of us.

Together.

Austin

Why can’t I forget him? His hands touching me. His mouth on mine. Kissing me. Rendering me mindless.

Breathless.

Every night I lay awake burning for him. Dreaming. Thinking. Needing him.

No—I don’t. I don’t need anyone.

I lie.

I want him.

I want more. I am more. He’s seen that, and now here I stand with my dream on the horizon. All I need to do is take that first step. Trust him.

Trust myself.

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He mesmerized. Captivated and enthralled me. I’d watched Austin dance for months, his grace and poise outstanding in the crowd of dissolute men waiting by the stage to paw at him. A true master of his emotions, he’d matured from a skittish deer hiding in the shadows to a man taking his rightful place as the king of the club.

Everyone wanted him.

I couldn’t be angry with Austin for leaving me in this dingy back room when I’d broken every rule I’d set for myself by kissing him. The blame for Austin’s flight rested solely on my shoulders. All it took was one touch.… One simple, devastating kiss and the tight check on my

emotions unraveled, sending everything I held together for years spilling out in wild abandon. I lost control. It both shattered and bewildered me, and I hated that. I was always in control.

At the sound of frantic knocking, I buttoned up my shirt and redid my tie with cool precision. A swift glance in the mirror to check and make sure all looked well on the outside and then I opened the door.

“Where is he?” James burst into the room. “Where’s Austin?”

“Hello to you too.” I smoothed my hair and gave him a lazy smile.

“Don’t give me your bullshit now. This is serious.”

I couldn’t recall the last time I’d seen James anything but coolly elegant. Now, his tie was askew and unknotted, and the blond hair he normally wore perfectly styled lay stuck to his forehead in sweat-darkened strands. Tension coiled through me, and I gripped his arm. Hard. “What’s wrong?” I squeezed, and James grunted in pain. “Tell me.”

Ignoring me as he’d always done since we were teenagers, James twisted out of my grasp. “I need to find Austin because wherever he is, hopefully Frankie’s with him.”

“Oh?” My rapidly banging heart settled back to normal, and I smirked. “Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on little Frankie?”

With a wrinkle of his elegant nose, James looked every bit like a refined Englishman disdainfully peering down on one of his serfs. But my brother couldn’t pull his bullshit off on me.

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Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.

But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back.

Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

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Austin by Felice Stevens

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AUSTIN

MAN UP SERIES

FELICE STEVENS

M/M ROMANCE

AUDIO RELEASE DATE: 08.29.18

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I can make it by myself. The only rules I follow are my own. Love? I learned that lesson the hard and painful way—it wasn’t right for me. Sure, sometimes it gets lonely, and I wish I had a man to hold. Who’d love me. Want me. Treat me with respect. Yeah, I dance in a club, but that doesn’t mean I’m easy. Or a fool. So you, sitting in the back, watching me? I know what you want. You want me. In your bed. Under you. But I say no. It doesn’t matter how many presents you give me.

I’m not falling for you. I know who you are. But you don’t know me. You don’t know Austin.

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“Stop mooning over him, Austin. He’s taken.”

I gave my boss Tyler one last look from beneath the dark curls hanging in my eyes and let out a sigh as melancholy as I felt. “Don’t I know it. Look at them. The perfect couple. And Marcus never takes his eyes off Ty. I wouldn’t either if he were my man.”

Frankie Marone, the other dance instructor and my best friend, poked me in the side. “And you know Marcus hates it when you drool over Ty. You told me that yourself. So let’s finish up here and get over to the club.”Frankie’s brown eyes sparkled. “It’s margarita night, and you know that means big tips for us. Especially you, when your Mr. Tall, Dark, and Doesn’t Ever Speak shows up.”

We gathered our bags and went to change in the locker room Tyler had built in the back of the dance studio. I ran a critical eye over myself in the mirror,

poofed out my curls a bit, then slicked on a little lip gloss. “Do you think I need eyeliner?”

“Girl, you know that man likes you done up. Here, take mine.”Frankie handed me his eyeliner, and I used it around the corners of my eyes, giving them a cat’s-eye tilt at the edge. “Didn’t he send you some sexy things to wear after the last time you danced for him?”

Heat crept up my face at the memory of the silky jockstrap and scented oils the mysterious stranger had sent me backstage at Man Up, the club where Frankie and I usually danced most nights. It wasn’t what I wanted to do with my life, but the money was great, and I did what I could to get by.

I gave Frankie back the eyeliner. “Here. And yeah, I dunno. He probably won’t show.”

“But you’re wearing it just in case he does, right?”

I bit my lip and nodded, then pulled down my leggings to reveal a peek of red silky material lined with crystals.

“Jesus, that’s hot. And expensive, I bet.”

“I know.”After the package had arrived, I looked up the jock online and found it at a boutique in Chelsea specializing in high-end menswear. “It’s a hundred bucks.

“Holy shit.”Frankie’s jaw dropped. “He wants you.”

It had turned chilly outside, and I tugged on my fur-topped boots. “I don’t mind a little snuggle here and there, and I’m not against saying a special thank-you with a kiss, but there’s a limit. You know what I mean.

Frankie zipped up his jacket and pulled his furry hood over his head. “If he wants to be your sugar daddy, you tell him yes. Get yourself set up good with a nice place and a bank account. I would. You don’t need to keep shaking your ass for those guys always grabbing your junk.”

“I’m not a whore, Frankie. I’m not selling myself. Right now, I love dancing and teaching the kids, but I have plans. And maybe someday, in the future, a real boyfriend.”

“And you’re a great dancer. The kids love you.”Frankie shrugged as we walked back into the studio in time to see Marcus kissing Tyler with a passion I’d never experienced. It made my heart and my dick throb. “And as for boyfriends, they’re nothing but trouble.”

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Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.

But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back.

Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

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