Breaton & Drew: Something About Him by A.D. Ellis - Blog Tour & Giveaway.

Real-life romance to keep you coming back for more

Author Name: A.D. Ellis 

Book Name: Braeton & Drew

Series: Something About Him 

Book: 4

Release Date: November 19, 2016

Publisher: A.D. Ellis Publishing

Genre: M/M Romance

Synopsis

Braeton Reed left his small-minded hometown and disapproving family long ago and never looked back.

Andrew Hines has nothing against a solid, loving relationship; he just isn’t sure he’ll ever find one.

Braeton has been told he’s a bit of a diva. Andrew has heard he’s not flashy enough. Can their differences pull them together? Or will these polar opposites allow society to dictate who they are and who they love?

**This is a male/male romance meant for ages 18+

due to adult language and adult situations.**

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EXCERPT

I noticed there was no list of services with prices like at my comfy little barber shop, which meant I would be paying a pretty penny for this posh-ification. But, if it brought me bigger clients, then it was worth it.

An attractive, tall, lithe man sauntered toward the front working his electric blue button-up and stylish jeans like a fashion model. Eyeing me from head to toe, he smiled flirtatiously. “Hi there. What can I do for you today?”

Finding myself mesmerized by his beautiful brown eyes for a moment too long, I stumbled over my words a bit, “Oh, um, hi. I’m supposed to have an appointment with Braeton?”

“Oh, honey, I’m sure you’d love to have an appointment with me, but I can assure you I’d remember putting you on my schedule. And, sadly, you aren’t there.” He winked. The man was gay, no question about it. I was usually put off by guys who were so much more out there than me, but Braeton was hot and beyond intriguing. I was drawn to him. The last time a guy had made my stomach flutter was in gym class my junior year, but Braeton definitely brought out the butterflies.

“Well, I spoke to Jodie and she specifically said that Braeton, I mean you, could take care of me.” I felt like I was begging the man to style me, fix me up, polish me. Leaning forward to eye the computer screen, I added, “Could you just check? Humor me a bit? Name’s Andrew Hines.”

“Believe me, I’d love to take care of you, but like I said…,” Braeton clicked a few times on the keyboard before his mouth opened in disbelief, “how the hell are you on my schedule?”

“Like I said, Jodie took care of it for me.” I shrugged apologetically.

“Today just got much better for me. I was expecting someone much less attractive than you, so I’ll have to thank Jodie.” Braeton winked again.

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Meet A.D. Ellis

A.D. Ellis spends the majority of her days loving and wrangling two school-aged children and a husband before heading to the inner city of Indiana to teach a challenging group of alternative education students in grades third through sixth. Most days she hits the gym after school in hopes of running and lifting away the stress and headaches of the day before picking up her children and squeezing a whole day’s worth of loving and living into the too-short hours before bed. It’s no wonder Ms. Ellis lives for the slower, easier days she gets to enjoy on breaks from school.

Growing up in a small farming town in southern Indiana, A.D. is grateful to her mother for passing along the love of reading. With her nose constantly stuck in a book, Ms. Ellis became accustomed to friends and acquaintances snickering and shaking their heads at her love of reading.

A.D. never dreamed of being anything but a teacher, although there are certain times of the year when she laments her career choice. Ms. Ellis had a story idea floating in her head for about a year. After persistent prodding from a friend, A.D. put pen to paper and began writing her first story in October 2013. From that moment on, she was hooked. Taking the people and stories from her head and sharing them with readers is a scary, exhausting, rewarding, and fulfilling experience which A.D. plans to continue until there are no more stories banging around in her mind.

A.D. Ellis’ work can be found on both iBooks and Amazon. Please contact her on Facebook, Twitter, or her website.

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A.D. Ellis - Top 10 Biggest Pet Peeves

10) People who think they are better than everyone else/people who think their way is the only way.

9) People who talk loudly and disrupt movies.

8) Micromanaging control freaks who are in charge and treat you as if you’re an imbecile incapable of making the right decisions even though you’ve been doing the job at least a decade longer than they have. 

7) People who block the grocery aisle with their cart with no regards to anyone else needing to get through.

6) Ignorance/intolerance.

5) Parents who talk to their children LOUDLY in public so that everyone around can hear the kid getting in trouble or can hear how funny the parent thinks the kid is.

4) Rude people.

3) Being too hot or too cold.

2) Bad drivers.

1) People who walk IN the OUT door or OUT the IN door at stores.

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Four lucky winners will win an ebook copy from her backlist  author.to/ADEllisAmazon

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Tour Schedule

★ November 28 ★

Divine Promotions	https://divine-promotions.blogspot.com/	November 28	Book Promo, Review & Exclusive Guest Post
Sur l étagère,derrière la sirène en plastique	http://sur-l-etagere.blogspot.fr	November 28	Book Promo & Review
Book Lovers 4Ever	http://bl4ebookblog.blogspot.com/	November 28	Book Promo, Review & Exclusive Excerpt
Bookslaidbareboys	http://www.Books-Laid-Bare-Boys.com	November 28	Book Promo, Review & Author Interview
Passionate Reads	http://paularadell.com/passionate-reads	November 28	Book Promo & A.D. Ellis Top 10 Snacks

★ November 29 ★

Decadent Delights/MA Church	http://machurch00.blogspot.com/	November 29	Book Promo & A.D. Ellis Top 10 Ways to Spend a Weekend
Louise Lyons	http://www.louiselyonsauthor.com	November 29	Book Promo
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★ November 30 ★

2 Girls Who Love Books	https://www.facebook.com/2girlswholovebooks	November 30	Review
BFD Book Blog	http://bfdbookblog.net/	November 30	Book Promo, Review & Exclusive Excerpt
MJ's Book Blog and Reviews	https://www.facebook.com/MJsBookBlogandReviews/	November 30	Book Promo
RAM PA Group	http://rampagroup.com/	November 30	Book Promo & Author Interview

★ December 1 ★

Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents	http://fangirlmomentsandmytwocents.blogspot.com	December 1	Book Promo & A.D. Ellis Bucket List
velvetpanic	https://velvetpanic2.wordpress.com/	December 1	Book Promo & Exclusive Excerpt
Sur l étagère,derrière la sirène en plastique	http://sur-l-etagere.blogspot.fr	December 1	Book Promo & Exclusive Excerpt
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★ December 2 ★

Alpha Book Club	http://alphabookclub.org	December 2	Book Promo, Review & Author Interview
Bayou Book Junkie	http://bayoubookjunkie.blogspot.com	December 2	Book Promo, Review & Author Interview
Bonkers About Books	http://felinewyvern.blogspot.co.uk	December 2	Book Promo & A.D. Ellis Top 10 Biggest Pet Peeves
Books 2 Blog	http://frombooks2blog.blogspot.com	December 2	Book Promo & Review
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Lexi Ander's Death Mask Tour & Giveaway.

Author: Lexi Ander

Title: Death Mask

Series: Black Harbingers MC

Cover Artist: Kirby Crow

Length: 43,000 words

Categories: Gay, Urban Fantasy, Fairy Tales,

Roughhouse Raiders

Release Date: November 9, 2016

Blurb:

Grim Misery, the President of the Black Harbinger Motorcycle Club, discovers a wounded warlock and four werepups aboard the club's LSD shipment. And the news kept getting better and better. Not only is the warlock sitting on the edge of death, he's illegally bonded to the werepups, which could trigger a war with the werewolves—and he turns out to be Misery's estranged husband.

Years ago, Griffin turned Misery away to be with another warlock by the name of Marcheso Aldo. Misery left everything behind, even his family, but couldn't shake the heartbreak Griffin caused. With Griffin thrust back into Misery's life, he discovers things aren't as they seem... and everything is about to get much, much worse.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live." ~Norman Cousins

"Prez, you're gonna want to take a look at this." Nightingale, Sergeant in Arms of the Black Harbingers MC, called to me from the tail end of the box truck that recently arrived from the docks. The products the vehicle carried included the much-awaited shipment of LSD for the city's elder vampires. The goods were late by one week, and I had some agitated parasites on my hands. If someone so much as fucked with the shite, they would be in a world of hurt, because I had no qualms feeding the arseholes to the bloodsuckers.

The clubhouse for the MC was a repurposed three-story library. The block had been slated for demolition after World War II to make way for a strip mall or some such. I loved the building, with its Grecian columns, marble floors, and the liberal use of dark woods. She had character, and after I greased a few palms, she became our clubhouse, our home.

On the ground floor, to the rear of the building, were two bay doors. Semis could back up to one of them, allowing people to walk into the bed without using a ramp. The second bay, vehicles drove directly onto the dock. Granted, unloading the boxes was harder, but we didn't have to worry about prying eyes and for this shipment, we needed complete privacy.

By the tone of Night's voice, I wouldn't like what I'd see. One of the prospects had been sent to retrieve the truck from the docks. Not quite members of the MC, prospects were initiates working through the probationary period. Simply put, they were the club's gofers. They did anything and everything the brothers asked of them. They guarded the bikes in public places, manned the doors at the parties, and made sure no one unauthorized entered the clubhouse. If a brother's old lady needed to go somewhere, a prospect escorted them. The list of shitty duties was endless. At the end of the probation period, the brothers voted the prospect in or out, but until then, the prospect did what they were told, without complaint. Our newest prospect, Tinman, who'd picked up the box truck, stood off to the side looking concerned, but not afraid.

"The truck was where you'd said it'd be, Misery. There weren't any problems and no one followed me," he said, without prompting.

When I rounded the rear of the non-descript vehicle, the door was rolled up, exposing the back of the compartment, stacked with boxes. Nightingale stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his cut hidden by the muscular bulk of his arms. At one time, he'd been a Noble Fae. From which court, I'd never asked. When most preternaturals came looking to join the Black Harbingers, they left behind who they once were. The brothers only cared about the here and now, content to leave whatever hell they'd escaped in the past. We all carried secrets best left undisturbed, and we let sleeping dogs lie, so to speak.

Those who didn't know of Nightingale's origins wouldn't have believed he belonged to that waif-like race. He'd shed his litheness, becoming a motherfucking powerhouse of strength and muscle. Even his unnaturally-white hair, which many people assumed the poor bastard had gone gray early, didn't soften his appearance. Most bikers didn't have facial piercings because they stumbled into too many fistfights, but not Night. He wore a ring in the right nostril and two in his bottom lip that he fiddled with when something bothered him, like now. When he met my gaze, his green eyes were troubled. Then the scent hit me.

Blood.

When I went to ask what the fuck he was waiting for, Night placed a pale finger over his lips, biding me to listen. The sound was faint, but the soft whines of some kind of dog or… Well, fuck me sideways.

"Someone find Hog and Lalios." My request was made in a low voice, but the brothers jumped to it as if I'd yelled. Perhaps they felt my tension or they, too, scented the blood wafting from the back of the truck, now that the door had been raised.

More than one person drew a weapon. Grabbing the handrail on the side of the door, I readied to climb into the back.

"Misery," Night called to me softly, but I ignored him.

Even if werewolves had hidden in the truck, I didn't worry about my safety. The sound of the pitiful, tiny snarls and growls intensified when my heavy boots struck the bed. Pausing to listen, I couldn't hear an adult voice among the pups. With the scent of blood heavier in the confines of the cabin, I surmised the parent was severely injured. A werewolf in pain was a dangerous creature, more animal than man. Blinded by the agony, instinct would take over, and he, or she, would attack first to protect their young. If that were to happen, then I was the one equipped to handle the werewolf. Sure, I could be hurt like anyone else, but I was hard to kill. Living for almost two hundred years had proven that.

Listening intently, I heard three, perhaps four distinct voices, which was surprising. Nowadays, werewolves lived longer than they did five hundred years ago. When they became the stuff of folklore, people stopped hunting them. Since they lived a more peaceful existence, the number of litters they birthed dropped off to where pups were now born singly to couples every hundred years or so. The young were precious to the packs and there being four here made my skin crawl with foreboding. The day kept getting better and better.

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Author Bio

Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.

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Giveaway

The giveaway will run through midnight on November 25th.

Must be 18 or order to participate.

Giving Away Two (2) Signed Paperbacks of Death Mask

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Blog Tour Stops

November 14 – Alicia Nordwell, Jamie Lynn Miller,  

November 15 – MA Church

November 16 – LM Brown

November 17 – Crystals Many Reviewers, Prism Book Alliance,

November 18 – Tali Spencer, Sharita Lira

Clare London's Romancing The Wrong Twin Review Tour and Giveaway.

Author: Clare London

Title: Romancing The Wrong Twin

Release Date: November 1 2016

Length: 59,000 words

Blurb

How tangled can a romantic web get?
When gruff mountaineer Dominic Hartington-George seeks sponsorship for his latest expedition, his London PA insists on a more media-friendly profile—like dating celebrity supermodel Zeb Z.
Zeb can’t make the date, so he asks his identical twin, Aidan, to stand in for just one evening. Aidan, a struggling playwright, shuns the limelight to the extent people don’t even know Zeb has a sibling, but he reluctantly agrees.
When the deception has to continue beyond the first date, Aidan fights to keep up the pretense. Dominic likes his sassy, intelligent companion, and Aidan starts falling for the forthright explorer. But how long can Aidan’s conscience cope as confusion abounds? Will coming clean as “the other twin” destroy the trust they’ve built?

Excerpt

The pretty young woman who met Aidan at the door smiled warmly. “I’m Tanya, Mr. Hartington-George’s personal assistant. I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Z. I’m quite a fan.”

“Zeb,” Aidan said, hoping he hadn’t hesitated for too long. “Please just call me Zeb. And… yes. Thanks.”

“Come on through.” She gestured him into the hallway. “You’re on time.”

Aidan wondered why she sounded surprised at that. He repitched his natural voice a little higher to Zeb’s teasing tone and smiled brightly in return. “Of course.”

A sneaked look in the hallway mirror had him rolling his eyes. Mission accomplished, Zeb! He barely recognized himself. Usually he was most comfortable in a sweatshirt and jeans, but now he was dressed in what Zeb Z would wear on a daily basis: a pair of skintight, distressed-denim jeans with inexplicable splits across the knees; high-top boots in soft purple leather that screamed expensive yet were surprisingly comfortable; and two lightweight T-shirts under an off-the-shoulder, electric blue sweater. Admittedly the blue brought out the color of his eyes—no one ever said Zeb didn’t have a well-developed sense of personal style—but the rest of it made him look like an overaged member of a boy band.

A younger man darted out from what must have been the living room, clutching a leather jacket to his chest as if in protection. He saw Aidan, glanced at Tanya with widening eyes, then back at Aidan. Then he thrust out his hand and said perfectly cheerily, “I’m Eric. He threatens to kill me on a daily basis.”

Aidan just shook hands and nodded. He had no idea what to say to that, or even what it meant.

Tanya frowned at Eric. “Whatever. We’re just going. The car will come for you at seven. In the meantime, if you’d like a drink?”

But Eric took her arm and guided her toward the front door. “They can cope with that themselves, Tanya. Come on.”

And Aidan was left on his own in the hallway.

He took a deep breath to center himself. The house wasn’t huge, but it was in a very fashionable area of Ladbroke Grove and far more luxurious than his own small flat. That said, there wasn’t much furniture and the decoration wasn’t modern. The hallway walls were painted in plain, cool colors. No pictures hung on the walls, and there was only a single bureau and hat stand, albeit in quality wood. Eric had left the living room door ajar behind him, and Aidan took a quick peek inside before announcing himself. From what he could see, again the walls were plain and the furniture sparse. It was as if the owner was in the process of moving out—or had never really settled in.

A male figure paused in front of the half-open door. He was distracted by something on the other side of the room, so Aidan got a first secret glimpse of the man he’d been told so much about.

H-G.

He was much more handsome in real life than on TV, though in most of the documentaries, H-G was wrapped up in furry parkas or oilskins with his face more than half-hidden with a scarf and balaclava. Today he was wearing a very smart pair of dark trousers, a startlingly white dress shirt—which had to be brand-new to still have that sheen—and a well-cut suit jacket that settled comfortably across an impressive set of shoulders. H-G’s hair was a fabulous thatch of dark curls, and he had a dark beard and mustache to match. Guiltily Aidan recalled Zeb’s mischievous nickname: Hairy Guy. But that conjured up a Wild Man of Borneo kind of image, and H-G was far from that. The hair was naturally unruly but had been styled to a level just off his shoulders, and the beard was well trimmed.

Aidan had never been attracted to hairy bears, not that he’d ever had much of a choice. As Zeb had gleefully pointed out more than once, Aidan seemed to attract needy and spiteful wankers who got off on bleeding him dry of any compassion and care. Oh, and his money too.

Okay. Self-pity over, right now. I’m not Loser Aidan now. I’m the charismatic and disgustingly fascinating Zeb Z.

For the first time in this bizarre performance, Aidan felt the tickle of mischief. This just might be fun after all. He pushed the door fully open, walked into the room, and cleared his throat.

H-G turned slowly around to face Aidan fully. His gaze ranged over Aidan’s body, and his eyes widened. “Well. They didn’t lie.”

“Who didn’t? What about?”

H-G raised his eyebrows. “Well, firstly, they said you were a bit feisty.”

Feisty? Aidan hadn’t heard that word outside of romance-novel blurbs.

“And you wouldn’t be fazed by… you know.”

“No, I don’t know. By what?” Aidan bit his lip to stop a laugh escaping.

“My celebrity.”

Jesus. Zeb was right. The man was one big blob of arrogance. “No,” Aidan said coolly. “I’m not.”

“That’s from working in the business, I suppose.”

“Business?” Oh, right, he was meant to be Zeb. “Yes, of course. When you’ve seen so many guys without the spray tan and makeup,” he gabbled without thinking first, “you soon realize they’ve got the same equipment under it all.”

H-G blinked twice, hard. And then he laughed—a loud, bold sound, echoing warmly in the bleak room.

Aidan wanted to laugh with him, but maintained his cool stare. “What’s so funny?” Had he blown it already? He hadn’t even left the house with the man yet.

“They didn’t tell me you were witty, Zeb. I may call you Zeb?”

Why? “Oh yes, right. Of course.”

Dom’s language was quaintly old-fashioned, but Aidan found it rather charming, especially after the theatrical bickering of the Dreamweavers and his brother’s exuberant and affected chatter.

“And secondly?” Aidan prompted.

“I’m sorry?” H-G frowned at him.

God, what a scowl he has. “You said they didn’t lie, and then you gave the first reason.”

H-G raised his eyebrows. “You have a good memory.”

Yes, he does have lovely eyes. “Yes, I do. Especially when I’m listening.”

H-G’s mouth twisted as if he were trying not to smirk. “Secondly, they didn’t lie about your looks, and that you were even better-looking in real life. I concur. You’re bloody gorgeous.”

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Author Bio

Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.
She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.
Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind... she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.
Clare loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her here:

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