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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Blog Tour & Giveaway for Wehr Wolff Castle by B. Bentley Summers - includes exclusive excerpt.


Title:  Wehr Wolff Castle
Author: B. Bentley Summers
Series: The Wehr Wolff Chronicles, Book One
Publisher:  NineStar Press
Release Date: 7/24/17
Heat Level: 2 - Fade to Black Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 120200
Genre
Paranormal/Horror, WW2, Alternate history,
Lit/genre, fantasy/paranormal, horror, war,
action, thriller, cisgender, abuse,
military, experimentation, shifters,
werewolves, spies, scientists

Synopsis
During the rise of Nazi Germany, Hagen Messer joins the Royal Air Force as an American soldier who specializes in tracking. He’s attached to British commandos and given a seemingly simple mission—to find a captive and destroy a dam—but everything goes awry. Hagen’s plane crashes into Germany’s Wehr Forest and he has to use his extrasensory abilities to track the captive to nearby Wehr Wolff Castle, a secret Nazi base where vile experiments are being conducted.
Hagen and his surviving team members must sneak into the castle and devise a way to destroy the experimental labs creating diabolical creatures. Hagen is horrified to find Nazis and scientists with no scruples, and at the most inconvenient time, he learns that he may be in love with one of his teammates, an Irishman named Liam. In order to protect his love and his friends, Hagen must feign nonchalance amidst pure degeneracy and suspicion. Hagen soon discovers, though, that he is in over his head.
What may not only redeem him, but also save his lover and friends, is a childhood past and a darkness lurking deep inside him, just waiting to be engaged.
Excerpt
After a morning of grueling physical training, Hagen and Liam were given a brief period of free time. The Irishman took Hagen on a hike from the airfield to a local hole-in-the-wall Irish pub as promised and bought both of them a Guinness, along with fish and chips.
Hagen bought them a second round. Liam got them a third.
Hagen and Liam returned from their beer and meal, both of them tipsy from one too many pints. They walked close to one another as Liam spoke of his home and the girls he'd slept with or turned away. The Irishman was a natural storyteller, and Hagen laughed several times at the clever turn of words he chose. Liam's thick accent had a calming rhythm though Hagen did get distracted when he used peculiar words for commonplace items. Hagen had to explain that Americans referred to breakfast pork as sausages, not bangers; and that it was kiss, not snog; nude rather than nip; and Americans said trunk, not boot.
Reaching the edge of the airbase, Liam suggested they climb up onto a hangar that was in disuse and watch the planes fly overhead. On the rooftop Liam pulled his shirt over his head and Hagen gazed at his flat stomach with a trail of light colored hair extending from his waistline to his chest. Hagen looked away as Liam glanced towards and he followed Liam's lead by removing his top as well. Liam had lay down and his attention was fixed on Hagen; he patted the surface next to him. "Come on boyo."
Liam did not have the pale white skin like the English. It was olive, and he'd tanned recently. He had a well-formed chest; his hands were under his head and his biceps bulged. Hagen laid down next to him and the Irishman turned to him, and his emerald eyes met Hagen’s.
A crooked smile formed and Liam said, "I'm zonked after that beer. You?"
Hagen chuckled and gazed up in the sky. "I have no idea what zonked is, but if it means anything like being sleepy, then yes."
Liam did not say anything so Hagen glanced over. Liam stared at him with intensity, and some emotion lurked deeper. What, Hagen did not know. But it reminded him of a hungry man who just spied a fragrant pot roast.
The corners of Liam's mouth curled up. "Your eyes. They're peculiar."
"How's that?"
He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, speaking in a soft voice. "They're like the Irish Sea on a stormy night. An ocean-green one moment, then blue the next. Very peculiar." He then fell asleep, and Hagen stared at him for a few more moments before lying on his back and taking his own afternoon nap.
Upon waking, they went to dinner. Hagen was surprised by the uncertain new feelings that he’d noticed during the afternoon. He wanted to spend more time with the animated young Irishman and listen to that soothing accent. He didn't want the time to end, and wished to postpone whatever mission was coming.
After dinner, Liam said it was time, so they grabbed their gear from their bunks and headed to the hangar to be briefed on their mission. It occurred to Hagen that, within a few hours, he would be flying over the English Channel and on to some mission that would take him into Germany. The hangar was vacant when they arrived, and the Night Angel faced them with the belly gun turret having been completely installed.
Liam took a cigarette from his pack and offered Hagen one, but he hesitated. Father would disapprove. He looked at Liam's face and took one, though, and Liam lit both.
"You have any girls back home?" Liam asked, his jade gaze aimed at him, his lips pursed over his cigarette.
Hagen drew in smoke, coughed, and shook his head; his eyes watered and he said, "Dated a couple. But no takers." Hagen put his arm up to his mouth, feeling another fit of coughs coming.
Liam leaned against the hangar door and stared up into the sky. The sun was starting to set. "Broke a couple lasses' hearts meself. A couple of them had some knockers." Liam looked over to Hagen and laughed. "Oh, right, you call them boobs." He inhaled and spoke after exhaling. "And please, Jaysus, I hope I never put one up the pole."
The ends of Hagen's mouth turned down, and he slid his hand through his blond hair. "The what?"
Liam chuckled and took a drag on his cigarette. "Oh, you Yanks say pregnant."

"Oh, right."
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Meet the Author
Bryce is a psychologist, gay author, and the founder of Queer Sense Theory.
Not sure what he wanted to do in life, Bryce spent his 20s exploring different jobs and landed one job in Bangkok, Thailand, which has yet to be topped. Deciding it was time to get a career, Bryce completed his doctorate degree in psychology at the University of Houston. Upon graduation he worked for the Department of Veteran Affairs for six years before becoming a contract psychologist who provides examinations to veterans, helping them get their disability and pension entitlements.
Bryce writes popular fiction genres that fall in the areas of Sci-Fi, Horror, Fantasy, Thriller, Supernatural, Suspense or a blend all of them, and he has a passion for gay fiction. He has self-published several gay fiction short stories and a novel that follow the character, Daemon the Demon Boy. He also published YA Post-Apocalyptic novels, Amen to Rot series as well as The Zombie Squad. The Zombie Squad was a finalist for the 2016 Readers Favorite in YA Horror. Rotville is a self-published Sci-Fi Thriller/ Horror that has been self-published was a finalist for the 2016 US Book News Contest.
He is also the founder of Queer Sense theory which provides a theoretical model on how people form attitudes towards LGBTQ+ individuals and shape one’s gender and sexual orientation identity. The theory looks closely at the interaction between social models, language, and attachment, or human connections, affect one’s feelings and thereby influence attitudes. Queer Sense is currently under review by a literary agency and will hopefully be published soon.
A new middle-grade werewolf book as well as a gay erotic urban fantasy book are in the pre-publishing phase.
Wehr Wolff Castle is the first instalment of The Wehr Wolff Chronicles
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