Thursday, October 18, 2018

Shadow's Way - Gothic Historical - and a Giveaway #HistoricalFiction #Gothic #Giveaway

I love gothics and Shadow's Way looks so good.

Please welcome author Barbara Frances.

She's also hosting a great giveaway.


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be giving away a $25 Amazon/BN GC. Click on the tour banner to see the rest of the stops on the tour.

Prepare to be spellbound. Barbara Frances' long-awaited third novel, Shadow's Way, takes you to the coastal, deep South, where the past and the present mingle in a gothic tale of insanity, murder, and sexual intrigue.

You'll meet the beautiful Elaine Chauvier, former actress and proprietor of Shadow's Way, her family's antebellum home; the esteemed Archbishop Andre Figurant and his fallen identical twin, Bastien; newly arrived Ophelia and Rudy, here to explore their Chauvier roots and their ties to Shadow's Way; and the mysterious Madame Claudine. Under a veneer of piety and graciousness, i.e., the questions: What is good? What is evil? What is reality?

Read an excerpt:

The first encounter Ofelia had had with her sister’s unbridled cruelty occurred within weeks after her arrival. She had been in the breakfast area arranging flowers where she could easily hear Elaine’s raised voice in the next room. “Lily Mae, that half-breed sister of mine is just like her mother, a regular whore. She, too, is breaking up a nice family. That man she’s seeing is the father of two lovely girls, just like my father was.”

For several seconds Ofelia held the vase with shaking hands. This was intentional. Elaine knew where she was. Ofelia stomped into the dining room and smashed the costly vase at Elaine’s feet. Shards of glass flew in all directions while water ran into the cracks of the hardwood floor. Elaine jumped back with a slight scream. Fresh flowers were scattered around her shoes.

Ofelia picked up a large piece of glass and pointed it at Elaine. “Don’t you ever, ever call my mother that again, or I swear to God I’ll scar up that pasty white face of yours.” Elaine was more frightened than she had ever been. “You can call me a whore if that makes you feel superior, but don’t ever again call my mother that. You understand, you mean disgusting bitch.”

Staggering back a step or two, Ofelia dropped the shard stunned by the fierceness within her. “You bring out the worst in people,” she snarled in Elaine’s face and walked steadily out of the room, feeling that a kindred wolf spirit was within her.

Two chapters available at

About the Author:
Barbara Frances has plenty of stories and a life spent acquiring them. Growing up Catholic on a small Texas farm, her childhood ambition was to become a nun. In ninth grade she entered a boarding school in Our Lady of the Lake Convent as an aspirant, the first of several steps before taking vows. On graduation, however, she passed up the nun’s habit for a college degree in English and Theatre Arts. Her professors were aghast when she declined a PhD program in order to become a stewardess, but Barbara never looked back. “In the Sixties, a stewardess was a glamorous occupation.” Her career highlights include dating a very gentlemanly Chuck Berry and “opening the bar” for a planeload of underage privates on their way to Vietnam.

Marriage, children, school teaching and divorce distracted her from storytelling, but one summer she and a friend coauthored a screenplay. “I never had such fun! I come from a family of storytellers. Relatives would come over and after dinner everyone would tell tales. Sometimes they were even true.” The next summer Barbara wrote a screenplay solo. Contest recognition, an agent and three optioned scripts followed but, weary of fickle producers and endless rewrites, she turned to novels. Shadow’s Way is her third book. Her first, Lottie’s Adventure, is aimed at young readers. Her second, Like I Used To Dance, is a family saga set in 1950’s rural Texas. Barbara’s fans can be thankful she passed up convent life for one of stories and storytelling. She and her husband Bill live in Austin, Texas.

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Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Brave Wolf and the Lady - The Clan of the Wolf - Historical Native American Romance #HistoricalRomance #NativeAmericanRomance

Karen Kay is here to tell us about her newest release Brave Wolf and the Lady, book two in The Clan of the Wolf series.

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The Clan of the Wolf, Book 2
Historical Romance, Native American Romance
Date Published: June 2018
Publisher: PK&J Publishing

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He saved her life, then stole her heart….

To escape an arranged marriage, Mia Carlson, daughter of a U.S. senator, instead elopes with the man she loves. As they are escaping from her Virginia home, heading west, their wagon train is brutally attacked, leaving Mia alone and in grave danger. Rescue comes from a most unlikely source, a passing Lakota scouting party, led by the darkly handsome Indian, Brave Wolf.

Although Brave Wolf has consented to guide Mia to the nearest trading post, he holds himself apart from her, for his commitments lie elsewhere. But long days on the trail lead to a deep connection with the red-haired beauty. Yet, he can’t stop wondering why death and danger stalk this beautiful woman, forcing him to rescue her time and again. Who is doing this, and why?

One thing is clear, however: Amid the flurry of dodging assassin bullets, Brave Wolf and Mia come into possession of a powerful love. But is it all for naught? Will Brave Wolf’s obligations and Mia’s secret enemy from the past finally succeed in the sinister plot to destroy their love forever?

Warning: Sensuous romance and cameo appearances of Tahiska and Kristina from the book, Lakota Surrender, might cause a happily-ever-after to warm your heart.

Other books in The Clan of the Wolf Series:

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The Clan of the Wolf, Book 1
Publisher: PK&J Publishing
Published: February 2018


Refusing to believe the rumors that the European prince she was forced to marry had died in a far-off land, the princess, Sierra, sets sail to America, bent on revenge and determined to learn the truth. Because she will require a scout to guide her through the wilderness, she calls in a favor from the man who had betrayed her long ago, the man she had once loved deeply and had hoped to wed, the noble Cheyenne scout, High Wolf.

Many years before, a European prince had invited High Wolf to travel an ocean and as a brother, to live as a member of the royal family. There High Wolf had fallen in love with the princess, Sierra. But instead of an engagement and the planned wedding, the princess had treacherously married his friend, the prince. Betrayed and broken-hearted, High Wolf sailed back to America, determined to forget the princess. But a promise given to her years earlier brings her back into his life, igniting a desire he must resist, for to surrender to her again is unthinkable.

Forced into one another’s company, with the threat of life or death around every corner, overcoming their prejudice might be their only means of survival. But can either of them trust in a love, once betrayed? Or will their past force them apart again, this time forever?…

This book has been previously published.

Warning: A sensuous romance that might fan the flames of desire. Be warned. You might fall in love all over again.


          Snarl, yelp, snap!

          What was that?


          Fear washed through her. Was she in trouble?

          “Mr. Lakota?”

          No answer.

          She swung around to glance back in the direction where she’d left him. But where was he?

          Panic consumed her. Had he left her?

          “Mr. Lakota!” She called again. Then, louder yet. “Mr. Lakota, where are you?”

          Nothing... No answer...

          “Mr. Lakota?”

          “I” The tone of his voice was deep, reassuring, but farther up the slope.

          Relief swept through her. Still, it took several moments before she was able to respond, saying, “Where? I still don’t know where ‘here’ is.”

          With that masculine grace which seemed to be as much a part of his stride as was his careful pace, he stepped out from the tall grasses that grew at the top of the coulee.

          “Oh, there you are.” She looked up. “But how did you get up there?”

          “I climb. Did you not see...wolf?”

          “No, I—“

          “Wolf hungry...crazy. Watching you.”

          She caught her breath before she uttered, “A wolf, looking at me as though I were what?  Food?”

          “Could be. Had to...kill him. Not like to kill a wolf.”

          “But how did you know there was a wolf there? Or that there was any danger at all?”

          “My...duty to know.”

          “Yes, yes. However, I still don’t understand how you could be aware that there was--” She cut herself off short, and paused. “You were so intent on building that lean-to. How do you do that?  How do you know of happenings far away from you?”

          He shrugged as he stepped down the slope and came down farther into the coulee. “I am...toƞwéya, scout.”

          He said these words as though they alone explained the world around them from his point of view. And when she encouraged him to expand upon that a little, and said, “Yes...?” he did little more than nod at her.

          “Hear wolf growl?” he asked.

          “Yes, but—”

          “Wolf…pounce...on you before I kill? Spit and...howl? Bite you?”


          His expression didn’t change at all, as he said, “Wolf…rabid. Out of...mind. Had to kill.”

          The wolf was rabid?

          All at once, the enormity of the danger she’d been in struck her. She swooned, but he’d come to stand close to her, and, clutching hold of his arm, she steadied herself.

          “If it had bitten me, then I would surely die a most horrible death.” She swallowed hard and continued to speak as though the words were drawn from deep within her soul. “I am obliged to you once again, Mr. Lakota. I—I hardly know how to repay you.”

          “No...claim on me,” he said. “It my...duty.” He touched her hand where she still gripped his arm, and he loosened her fingers. But as soon as she stood on her own, her knees buckled under her, and she fell.

          He caught her before she reached the ground, and, as his arms came around her, she gazed up into his eyes. They were the color of a crystal-blue sky and looked so foreign in contrast to the deeply tanned color of his skin. So strange a combination for an Indian.

          Then it happened. His head came down toward hers, and his lips were only a fraction of an inch from hers. She was ready for the embrace, and she opened her lips in anticipation of his kiss. But it never materialized.

          As though they had both turned to stone, neither one of them moved. Nor did either of them step away from the other. However, neither took action to close the miniscule distance between them.

          Her whole body was on fire, and she could barely speak as she asked, “Are you going to do it? Are you going to kiss me?”

          “I...dare not,” he whispered, and so close was he, she could feel the movement of his lips on her own as he spoke.

          She whispered, “For what you have done for me, I owe you much. If you wish to—”

          He put a single finger over her lips. “Do not say it. You...owe me nothing. If I...kiss you, because I want to kiss you, not because you…owe me anything.”

          “And do you want to kiss me?”

          “Hau.” He shut his eyes.

          “That word means yes?”

          He didn’t answer.

          “Do you not do it because of your pledge to Walks-in-sunshine?”

          Again, no answer.

          He let his arms fall from around her. With a deep breath, he stepped back from her, putting a little distance between them. When her knees wouldn’t stand under her weight and she stumbled, he quickly moved to catch her, but he placed no more than a single arm around her waist.

          He said, “No kiss...because one kiss not enough.”

          His words stirred her, caused her to realize that he was as moved by her as she was by him, and, in consequence, she might have gone to pieces and plunged to the ground altogether. She didn’t. But only because he held onto her so tightly.

          “These...words,” he continued, “we must not say to...each other. Long...trek. Must not...touch again.”


          “Forbidden,” was all he said.

About the Author

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Multi-published Author of American Indian Historical Romances, KAREN KAY has been praised by reviewers and fans alike for bringing insights into the everyday life of the American Indian culture of the past.  As Reviewer, Suzanne Tucker, once wrote, “Ms. Kay never fails to capture the pride, the passion and the spirit of the American Indian…  As in each and every one of her mesmerizing Indian stories, we’re moved beyond words.  We feel more, we understand better, we love deeper.  They are healing stories of hope, of tenderness, of forgiveness, of great beauty and awe.”

KAREN KAY, whose great-grandmother was a Choctaw Indian, is honored to be able to write about the American Indian culture.

“With the power of romance, I hope to bring about an awareness of the American Indian’s concept of honor, and what it meant to them to live as free men and free women.  There are some things that should never be forgotten.”

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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Thank heaven for babes who like to raise hell - DISCIPLINING THE BEAST - Erotic PNR RomCom #TinaDonahueBooks #TamingtheBeast #Reaper #GoodAngel #EroticPNR #NewRelease

Who says opposites don't attract?

When it comes to one sexy reaper with sin on her mind and a hunk who also happens to be a good angel - watch out.

Disciplining the Beast is Wynona's and Rafael's story in my Taming the Beast series.
Erotic PNR RomCom.

These two heat up the night (the daytime too) with BDSM, sex clubs, and tons of romance.

Series Blurb:

Magic has never been as sexy or as fun. In New Orleans’ French Quarter From Crud to Stud is the makeover service for supernatural beings who want to tame their beasts so they can date mortal babes. Owned by a half-witch and staffed by a good fairy, a reformed female demon, and a voodoo priestess—among others—the place is always hopping. There’s moonlight therapy for weres, aversion therapy to keep vamps from sinking their fangs in anyone’s neck, and no end of spells, potions, and treatments. These ladies definitely put the boys through their paces. But it’s not all work as they search for their one true love. Their journeys aren’t easy, but they’re definitely magical.

Disciplining the Beast Blurb:

Book five in the Taming the Beast series

Thank heaven for babes who like to raise hell.

Wynona relishes her job as a reaper. Some jerkwad pisses her off? He’s toast. Any douchebag who mistreats a woman better watch out. Lately, she’s been enjoying it a little too much—and Heaven is not amused.

Wings temporarily clipped, she’s doing time working as an enforcer at From Crud to Stud. The body count isn’t what she’s used to, but at least the scenery—that is, her celestial parole officer—is tall, dark and deliciously hot.

Rafael can’t take his eyes off Wynona. No, really. She’s a 24/7, one-on-one job. No matter how hard this angel rides her, she begs for more. Finding a way to bring out her best side is turning out to be the greatest challenge of his career.

She’s sassy and sexy, and she’s brought out a side of him he never knew existed—an inner Dom who is only too willing to follow her down the garden path of unrestrained indulgence. And once they set foot on that slippery slope, there’s no turning back.

Warning—Virtue has met its match. Celebrates bondage, discipline, voyeurism and crazy good sex in an office setting, fetish club and everywhere else. The faint of heart are advised to turn back now.


The guy on the sofa pushed to his feet.

His scent washed over her, snatching her breath. If goodness and starshine had an odor, that would be his, the fragrance of an unsullied soul. Definitely not a reaper. Not a mortal, either.

That reality should have had her bolting down the hall before she did something bad.

His outstanding looks kept her rooted to the spot. He was a large man, six-three or more, with shoulders that went from here to tomorrow. His broad chest, flat belly and powerful thighs were the stuff of Greek myths wrapped in fashionable duds straight from GQ—charcoal-colored pants and a midnight-blue shirt. Both garments draped his form beautifully, including the impressive bulge behind his fly.

Apollo had nothing on this dude.

As far as she could tell, he was hung better than most gods and mortals. In human years, he was likely early to mid-thirties. He’d tied back his long raven hair, though a few silky strands had escaped to graze his forehead and firm jaw.

Her knees went watery.

Dark stubble dusted his cheeks, chin and upper lip. His complexion was a healthy bronze, eyes lushly lashed, their color a deeper blue than sapphires, his gaze deliciously intense.

Give him cuffs and a whip along with free rein and he’d rock a BDSM chamber any day.

Her insides went gooey.

Of course, the goodness rolling off him was a problem. He couldn’t be here for a makeover. There was nowhere to go from perfect, unless…

He might want to release his beast, the same as Eric had done a few years back. As a direct descendant of Cupid, Eric had wanted to ditch his courtly demeanor and become a bad boy to snag the babes. After he’d met Becca, the half-witch who owned this joint, he’d changed his mind about other women and hooked up with her for life.

A sweet dream Wynona coveted but didn’t expect for herself. However, if this guy wanted someone to corrupt him and had heard about her hardcore ways, how could she say no?

She sashayed across the room and stopped close enough for them to kiss. He didn’t back up or take off. She liked that. Gave her a chance to indulge.

His full mouth had probably fueled countless female wet dreams, the cleft in his chin was beyond lickable and the interest in his gaze was the best of all. He searched her eyes the way a mortal did when wanting to touch another person’s soul.

If she’d had one, she wouldn’t have let him look inside. Being defenseless led to more sorrow and hurt. No, thank you. She’d had an eternity dealing with that crap. “Hey there, I’m Wynona.”

She would have offered to shake his hand, but one touch from a reaper and anyone alive was toast, except for select supernatural beings. As a rule, those whose powers were equal to or greater than hers. She wanted to ask him what he was but waited, hoping skin-to-skin contact wouldn’t be verboten for them.

“Wynona.” He inclined his head. A lock fell past his ear and skimmed his cheek.

Her mouth watered.

“I’m Rafael.”

Indeed, he was. A killer name for a sexy man. “And what brings you here tonight, Rafael?”


He couldn’t have given a better answer. Her spirits soared. “So, you’ve heard of me, huh?”

“Repeatedly and at length.” His cheeks darkened.

She flushed with excitement too. “What kind of makeover did you want?”

“I don’t. That is, none.” He glanced past her to Heather and Constance.

Heather pretended to work rather than eavesdrop. Constance didn’t budge, all eyes and ears. Stefin, a demon enforcer, had joined her.

He and the other male enforcement team had given Wynona a fucking hard time from the second she’d started at this place. She glared at him.

He glowered right back, the flames in his eyes blazing.

She spoke to Rafael. “None? You mean, as in, no taming your beast? So, you’re here to free your wayward urges, right?”

His forehead turned red but desire flashed in his eyes. “No. I need to rein yours in.”

Her hope spiked a thousand percent. “You’re into BDSM too?” She smiled slyly. “You like being a Master?”

Heather made a strangled noise.

Constance offered a throaty moan that sounded beyond turned on.

Rafael had stopped breathing seconds ago. He pulled in some air. “I’m your parole officer.”

Wynona went colder than a vamp then hotter than a menopausal woman. “What? Wait. I know what my parole officer looks like. Little dude with a face only a blind mother could love and a personality on par with overcooked spaghetti.” Her gesture took in Rafael’s magnificence. “Definitely not you.”

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Monday, October 15, 2018

Forces of Destiny - Shackles of Royalty - NA Romance #Romance #NewAdult

Please welcome A. Akinosho who's here to tell us about Forces of Destiny - Shackles of Royalty, an NA Romance.

Read on for chapter excerpt.


Title: Forces of Destiny (Shackles of Royalty) 
Author: A. Akinosho 
Genre: Fiction/ Romance/ New Adult 
Release Date: October 31, 2018 
Cover Designer: Pick-a-Woo Woo Publishers 

Tola grew up as an only child in the suburb of Chicago. Gloomy days was all Tola could see ahead of her as financial woes slowly crept into her life with the death of her stepfather and the imminent death of her cancer-stricken mother.

Unexpectedly, the father she never knew she had appears. His royal destiny becomes hers. How will it change Tola's life? Will she find the shackles of royalty too much to bear?

In her search for comfort she chances upon a love so powerful she's willing to gamble everything and change her destiny. The fight to secure both her love and her crown will demand more than her love and her family are willing to give.


Chapter 2

Two weeks earlier

After checking in at the lobby, I went upstairs to the apartment. A motherly looking lady, possibly in her fifties, opened the door with a bright smile.

“Hello, I’m Mrs. Romana, but everyone calls me Mrs. R.”

“Hi, I’m Aly, the nurse’s assistant.” I showed her the laminated badge Leah had made for me.

“Yes, please come in. Mr. Ellis is sleeping right now.”

She welcomed me in. I walked into the modernly decorated room definitely a bachelor space, no doubt. I looked around the wide living room with large windows and fantastic view.
“Come with me. I’ll show you your room and around the house.”

I nodded and followed her. She led me into a simple-style bedroom, and as I placed my bag on the bed, she showed me the connecting bathroom. I followed her around the house as she showed me the other bedrooms and Mr. Ellis’s office.

“Please don’t go in his office unless he calls you or sends you there. He’s very particular about that.”

I nodded my understanding.

Once back in the kitchen, she showed me his medications and instructions. He’d just come home from the hospital earlier that day from an outpatient surgery of his knee. He was going to need someone in the house with him.

I listened carefully as she explained his routine. She’d be here for a few hours during the day to clean and prepare his food. My job, as she explained, was to care for him when she wasn’t there.

“Since you are here during the day, why does he need me here full-time?” I asked.
“Well, I may need to go out during my hours here to complete errands, and I also cannot spend the night. Besides, I agree with his mother that we’ll all feel better knowing someone is here all day to help him without having to worry about hours.”

I nodded my understanding.

Mrs. R. was very pleasant, and she made me feel at home for the first time since my mom had died. I hadn’t realized how I had missed the motherly attention.

She was starting to talk about simple stuff. It was nice talking to her about school and everyday life. She made me lunch, and we laughed together at funny stuff. We had just cleaned up our plates when I heard a deep voice interrupt our conversation.

“Mrs. R, I need my meds, please.”

“Coming” she responded. She turned to me after grabbing the pain meds and bottle of juice. “He’s a big baby. Can’t take medicine with water unless it is flavored. Come with me so you can meet him.”

I followed her, heading to his room. She knocked gently; then entered. I had no expectation of him—after all, there wasn’t a picture of him in the living room, and I hadn’t stepped into his office. All I knew was he was young and fresh out of knee surgery. Nothing could have prepared me for the earth knocking me off my axis when I laid eyes on him.

I was no virgin. That part had gone out the door in my eighteenth year on Earth. Even with my dad’s overbearing love, I had kissed a few frogs in college. Not a relationship; just a few un-princess worthy moments in the sack.

But this one with his left leg resting on pillows and his knee wrapped in bandage, leaning his upper body on the headboard in a crinkled white undershirt and board shorts, his muscular, sculptured arm revealing some of the toned body and tan hidden by the shirt, his short black hair roughened from sleep… As my eyes fixated on his masculine face, the sexy gray eyes with full lashes that shouldn’t be on a man-captured my eyes. Clean-shaved face with lips that looked like they were begging me for a kiss. Time stood still as I gazed at him.

Mrs. R spoke, making us break our gaze of each other. “Kyle, here is your Motrin.”

Only then did I notice she had moved around while my eyes had been fixated on him. He accepted the meds, swallowed them, then returned his eyes to me.

“Meet Aly, your nurse’s aide. She will be helping you when I’m not around,” Mrs. R said.

My three easy weeks had just gotten downright messy. Three weeks with him was going to be very dangerous for my mind and body. I would have introduced myself, but I stood, tongue-tied, not sure what to say to him.

“Ms. Aly,” he expressed in an icy tone.

“Hi, Mr. Ellis pleased to meet you,” I responded.

His tone snapped me out any crazy fantasy of us I might have had.

“Aly, make sure I get my next set of Motrin in four hours. If I’m sleeping, wake me. I can’t stand this pain, and I hope Mrs. R has filled you in on my expectations.”

“Yes, she has.”

“Would you like to eat now, Kyle?” asked Mrs. R.

“No,” he replied.

Mrs. R began adjusting his pillows as she spoke. “You know, not eating isn’t an option for me. Unless you want me to start feeding a grown man like you,” she said in that motherly tone that gave one no option.

“Fine. Bring me what you have,” he grumbled.

“Now that is more like it.” She turned to me. “Come on, Aly.”

Ade Akinosho resides in Schaumburg IL, after living two and a half years in Dubai, with her husband and four children. A move she says gave her the opportunity to meet interesting and amazing people. By day, Ade considers herself Mom/house driver taking care of her children and by night she lets her imagination run wide writing romance novels where she feels she is literary seating in the room with her characters.

Ade is a Linguistics and English major who went on to the business operations world with an MBA. Now back to her original passion for writing, something she started doing at the age of 10, Ade describes herself as a voracious reader, lover of the art of words and a traveler. She is known to scribble on just about anything that comes away when the words fill her mind. Publishing her first novel Falsified is a dream come true for someone who has always had a passion for writing and love for reading.

When she is not busy driving or fulfilling an activity for her children, you can always find her reading a book, binging on chocolate or checking out interesting places in the world.


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Sunday, October 14, 2018

Buckle Up - Steamy MM Romance #Romance #MMRomance

Ready for a steamy MM romance?

Then check out Buckle Up.


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Commitment Series, Book 1
Steamy M/M Romance
Date Published: September 3, 2018

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Buckle Up

Passion, lust and desire are the fuel that drives us. So, buckle up for the ride of your life.

Elliott Judd is a superstar race car driver and hotter than hell. Men and women fall at his feet and he enjoys the easy pickings. No one has tamed this wild stallion, but is he ready to settle down for the right person?

Kyle Beaumont, a straight mechanic with a body to die for joins the racing team of his dreams, and with his mind fixed on the job, he doesn't realise that he is Elliott's next trophy of choice.

As the racing season and the fight to be the world number one starts, so too does Elliott's game of seduction.

Will Elliott crash and burn, or will Kyle succumb to this gorgeous man's onslaught?

Buckle Up is the first book in a gay romance series by Karen Botha and a story of unlikely love. The series is free on Kindle Unlimited.

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Download your copy of Buckle Up now.

About the Author

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Karen Botha  was born in Lincolnshire England where her father was in the royal air force. As a young girl she always had a passion for reading and writing. Working most of her adult life in digital marketing didn't leave her much time to pursue her passion for stories. at the age of 36 She retrained for a reflexologist and started working for herself. This helped her free up more than enough time to enjoy a  re-found  passion  for writing.

Her first novel was inspired by true life experiences and tales from clients. But don't believe everything you read.

She enjoys traveling rugby and motor sport, this gives her inspiration and ideas for her books.

The first in the new lgbt series is a mm romance novel about a race car driver and his mechanic.

She currently lives in London with her Husband and rescue dog called Shadow.

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