Wednesday, June 21, 2017

RELEASE DAY: Hot Mess 5

HOT MESS 5

AVAILABLE NOW!

[Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M, HEA]

Lany
There came a point where I began to believe life was perfect. I was married to the sexiest Italian ever trained to be a SWAT officer, I had two beautiful little girls, and more friends than I could count. And then my world fell out from beneath my feet, and I discovered that evil was alive and well and coming for me. I had two choices. I could hide in my panic room or spit in the devil's face.

I spit in the devil's face.

Salvador
Protecting my family from the evil in the world would be a whole lot easier if I wasn't married to Lany, but I wouldn't change a second of our life together, no matter what came our way. I just wished my gorgeous husband wasn't such a hot mess. When the devil arrived on our doorstep and threatened all I held dear, I did the only thing I could.

I spit in the devil's face.
 
Note: This book is written in the first-person point of view of both main characters.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/hot-mess-5

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Stone Cold Lover

STONE COLD LOVER

Assassins Inc. 2

PRE-ORDER TODAY!

AVAILABLE: Thursday, July 6th

[Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/M, HEA]

Sinclair
Now that I had replaced Councilman James as leader of the panther shifters, I figured life would get a little easier. Boy, was I wrong. Between losing my mate and the attempts on my life, I have to find out what happened to seven missing shifter kids, and I don't know who I can trust.

Stone
I had made myself stay away from my mate for years out of a sense of guilt. That all ended when I discovered someone was out to get him. In order to keep Sinclair safe, I'll have to do something I never thought I'd do...ask for help.
  
Note: This book is written in the first-person point of view of both main characters.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/stone-cold-lover

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Hot Mess 5

HOT MESS 5

PRE-ORDER TODAY!

AVAILABLE: Thursday, June 22nd

[Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M, HEA]

Lany
There came a point where I began to believe life was perfect. I was married to the sexiest Italian ever trained to be a SWAT officer, I had two beautiful little girls, and more friends than I could count. And then my world fell out from beneath my feet, and I discovered that evil was alive and well and coming for me. I had two choices. I could hide in my panic room or spit in the devil's face.

I spit in the devil's face.

Salvador
Protecting my family from the evil in the world would be a whole lot easier if I wasn't married to Lany, but I wouldn't change a second of our life together, no matter what came our way. I just wished my gorgeous husband wasn't such a hot mess. When the devil arrived on our doorstep and threatened all I held dear, I did the only thing I could.

I spit in the devil's face.
 
Note: This book is written in the first-person point of view of both main characters.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/hot-mess-5

Monday, June 5, 2017

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS BY DANI GRAY

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS
 
Coming Soon
 
[Erotic MM Contemporary Romance]
 
After being beaten nearly to death by his father for being gay, Travis Cooper escapes and finds safety with friends. He learns to make a life for himself, but one that doesn't require him to leave the house or the security he's found there. When the world intrudes on his safe zone, he has to rely on others to keep him out of harm's way.
 
When Abraham Isaacs is called in by his boss to protect a friend, he finds a frightened young man who needs his special brand of protection, both for his safety and for his heart. Getting Travis to trust him might be the hardest battle.
 
While trying to figure out who is sending threatening letters, Travis and Abraham have to figure out if the attraction building between them is worth stepping outside of their comfort zone and into danger, because someone wants them both dead.
 

TAKING CARE OF YOU BY DANI GRAY

TAKING CARE OF YOU
 
by
 
Dani Gray
 

Coming soon
 
[Erotic MM Contemporary Romance]
 
Shane Turner never hid the fact that he was out and proud, not even when it cost him the use of his legs. When he's attacked on his way home from the Pride Parade, he learns that being out and proud might be dangerous, but it also brings him the rescuer of his dreams.

Michael Franks has issues on top of issues, but the frightened cries of a man being attacked make them seem insignificant. When he rescues Shane and discovers a man who makes his heart race, he has to find the courage to step outside of his comfort zone in order to hold onto Shane's heart.
 
The instant attraction Shane and Michael feel for one another is something they want to explore, but physical and mental challenges are ahead for the two men. Will they be able to overcome them while trying to survive the three attackers who want Shane dead?
 
 

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

STORY SHORT: Another Hot Mess

 
 
ANOTHER HOT MESS
 

Lany
"Thank you so much for coming."
My smiled stretched my lips to the point of pain.
"We'll get together later this week. I'll call you."
Officer Lyn Philips chewed on his lower lip for a moment before sending me a quivering smile. "You sure you don't want some help cleaning this up? I don't mind staying."
"No, that's okay.
By the time I shut the door behind the last of the people I had invited to Sal's surprise birthday part, I was ready to scream. The smile instantly fell from my lips when I turned to survey the room behind me.
I had decorated until there wasn't a spot that didn't have a balloon or a candle or a streamer. Something bright and shiny and birthday like. The dining room table had been set up as a type of round buffet. I had cooked everything myself under the supervision of the master chef my mother had hired.
She didn't cook, but she could plan a social event with the best of them.
She knew the best chefs.
Some of the food had been nibbled on, but most of it still sat on the table. I had tried to send it home with people. What was I going to do with it?
Everyone had declined.
The beautiful three layer birthday cake sat prominently at the head of the table.
Sal's spot.
Except Sal wasn't here.
Again.
Tears swam in my eyes as I started for the kitchen. I was going to need a shit load of containers to put away all of the leftovers. We'd be eating hors d'oeuvre for days.
Up side? I wouldn't have to cook.
There was entire birthday cake left. The idea of eating all that sugar—no matter how much the chocolate ganache and butter cream cake tasted—made my stomach roll. That was a lot of sugar.
I rubbed my stomach, my lip curling back in disgust.
I wasn't sure if it was the thought of all that sugar or that I had no one to share it with that had my stomach so upset, but I was on the edge of saying to hell with it and just going to bed. And I would have if I didn't know there was no one else here to clean up the mess except me.
The partiers had all been sent home and the birthday boy had never come home.
This seemed to be a reoccurring theme with Sal, one that I fully intended to break the man of, even if I had to use a baseball bat.
He had missed our anniversary, not once, but twice. Granted, his reasons were pretty good, but still. I had planned special nights each time, and each time, he had either shown up late or not at all. Now, he had missed his surprise birthday party.
I wasn't sure there was an excuse for that.
My anger at Sal hadn't even begun to cover how embarrassed I had been when I had to call it a night and send all of our friends home. It had been all I could do to keep the smile on my face as I said goodnight to everyone. I had no idea how I was going to face them again.
I had so many reasons for being angry at Sal, and as much as I wanted to stay angry with him, I knew I wouldn't. The sexy man's smile along was enough to make me forget everything except him.
Damn it.
I finished putting the food away and then wiped down the table and put the party supplies away. Maybe I could use them sometime in the future. Maybe not. At this point, I didn't know if I would ever plan another surprise anything.
It hadn't worked out so well for me in the past.
Taking the streamers down was easy enough. I just had to grab one end and yank. The balloons were a little harder. There were a lot of them.
My anger still rooted in my gut, I grabbed a safety pin out of my office desk, bent one side back, and then walked around popping balloon after balloon. By the time I made my way around the great room and over toward the dining room, it looked as if there had been a balloon massacre. Multi colored balloon pieces were everywhere.
I giggled, some of my anger fading.
I reached out and poked three more balloons as fast as I could.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
That was actually quite satisfying.
I began to smile as I danced around the living room, popping any balloon I can across. One by one, they all fell prey to my safety pin kung fu!
Pop. Pop. Pop.
The front doors crashed open.
I screamed and spun around, automatically reaching out to slam my hand down on the panic button built into every room. The alarm would silently sound downstairs in security, alerting them to a problem. If a call wasn't made, the police would be alerted, and because my uncle was the police commissioner, they'd come with sirens blaring, all hands ready.
"Sal!" I shouted when I saw my man standing in the broken doorway, his gun drawn. "What the fuck?"
 
* * * *
 
Salvador
I quickly looked my lover over, making sure he was uninjured. He looked okay, but one could never be too sure. More than once, that had not been the case.
I shuddered at renewed memories before turning my attention to the rest of the penthouse I shared with Lany. "Where are they?"
I didn't see anyone except Lany.
"Where are who?" Lany asked, the frown on his face not promising.
"I heard gunfire."
Lany's eyes rolled.
I jumped when he reached over and poked something at a balloon hanging off the wall.
Pop.
Lany's eyes narrowed at me.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Fuck.
He was pissed.
I lowered my gun, taking one more look around before I placed it back in my hip holster. "You were popping balloons?"
Lany just stared at me.
I shrugged, embarrassment flooding my cheeks.
It had sounded like gunfire.
Sort of.
"What's with the balloons, Lany?"
It looked like a balloon massacre.
"Nothing." Lany turned and went back to popping balloons.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Oh yeah, he was pissed.
I wasn't sure what was going on, but it was obvious I had done something wrong. Lany could barely look at me. I was almost afraid to hear what he would say if he tried to talk to me.
Still, I couldn't have my baby mad at me. Lany and I didn't work that way. He was my world and I was his. We only worked when we were a team.
"Caro, amore mio."
I was not above using underhanded means to get my Lany to smile at me. The man had a distinct weakness for Italian love words.
Lany turned and glared.
Again.
I was the commanding officer of one of the most elite SWAT units in the city. I faced armed criminals and psychotic people on a daily basis. I put my life in harm's way so that others could live free.
Lany in a snit scared me more.
I grabbed Lany and drew him into my arms.
Lany fit perfectly against me as he always did. His head tucked into my chest. His slim body pressed to mine. His arms looped around of much of me as he could reach. When I cupped a hand around his pert little bottom, Lany's legs lifted and wrapped around my hips.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Lany sniffled.
Fuck.
"Lany?"
"You didn't come home," Lany mumbled against my chest. "Again."
"You knew I was going to be late."
Lany's head snapped up. "No, I didn't."
"Lany, I told you last week I had to work late tonight. I had to take my six month qualification tests on the shooting range."
Lany blinked up at me for several silent moments before swallowing hard. "That was tonight?"
"Yeah."
Lany's eyes went wide. "Oops."
My eyes narrowed. "Lany, what kind of mess have you gotten into this time?"
 
* * * *
 
For more on the Hot Mess series... http://www.stormyglenn.com/hotmessseries.htm
 
 

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

RELEASE DAY: Just Bob

JUST BOB
 
available now!
 
[Erotic, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]
 
My name is Bob. It's just Bob. Not even Robert or Roberto or anything as exciting as that. It's just Bob. Bob Mills. It's not a fancy name or a name that inspires great romantic tales. No one writes odes to Bob. No one screams Bob during great heights of passion. There are no great masterpieces with Bob as the main character. I can't even think of any fictional characters named Bob.
 
To make matters worse, I'm an accountant and I wear glasses. I own a cat. I have a library card and I actually use it. If the karmic universe could have crapped on someone, I was it.
 
Exciting, right?
 
Yeah, no. There is nothing exciting in my life.
 
Ever.
 
That all changed when someone put a contract out on my life.