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Title: The Pinkerton Man Series
Author:  C.J. Baty
Genre: Gay Romance, Historical/Western
Length: Short story + Novella
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Book One Synopsis

THE PINKERTON MAN

Stiles Langberry leaves England under the dark cloud of blackmail.

He resettles in America with a new name, becoming a Pinkerton Agent.

His new employer sends him undercover to a brothel that serves homosexual men, where prostitutes are being murdered. In the course of his investigation, he becomes involved with Paul, one of the prostitutes. Complicating matters, one of the suspects draws Stiles like no man before him. Stiles knows he must stop the killer before he strikes again.

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Book Two Synopsis

HOME ON THE RANGE

Pinkerton Agent Stiles Long is sent to the Circle W Ranch to uncover who is killing the ranch’s cattle. In order to discover the truth about the goings on at the ranch, Stiles has to prove to the ranchers he’s more than a good-looking city slicker.

Savage Beare, the head ranch foreman, is far from happy that Stiles is there to check things out. He has secrets of his own.

Stiles finds Savage incredibly good-looking, but cold and aloof.

He’s also a suspect. One of many.

When Stiles’ best friend and partner, Lizzie Ferguson, is kidnapped things begin to shake apart.

Stiles doesn’t trust anyone and he needs to find Lizzie before it’s too late.

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Buy Links

WIP: http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/product/pinkerton-man-series-by-cj-baty/
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-pinkertonmanseries-2058762-158.html
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Pinkerton-Man-Books-One-Two-ebook/dp/B01H1ZCQTE/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Pinkerton-Man-Books-One-Two-ebook/dp/B01H1ZCQTE/
Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/Pinkerton-Man-Books-One-Two-ebook/dp/B01H1ZCQTE/
Amazon DE: https://www.amazon.de/Pinkerton-Man-Books-One-Two-ebook/dp/B01H1ZCQTE/

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Excerpt:

“Close the door, Paul, and undress,” Stiles said, without breaking eye contact with O’Leary. Paul did as he was bidden. Stiles waited for the other man in the room to say something… anything, but he didn’t. He didn’t watch Paul undress, either. O’Leary kept the constant eye connection between the two of them.
Stiles spoke softly. It felt like he was talking to an injured animal, and he didn’t want to say or do anything to frighten him away.
“Would you like Paul to undress you?”
He didn’t dare speak the other man’s name for fear of him making a quick escape. And Stiles wanted this. He wanted to see this man naked, his cock hard and dripping, and he wanted to touch. No, he wanted to worship the man’s body with his hands and his tongue.
O’Leary still hadn’t spoken, but he began to remove his clothes. First, he removed his coat and placed it on the chair he was standing beside. He folded it neatly though he never actually looked at it. Stiles watched O’Leary’s long fingers undo the buttons of his vest and place it on top of the coat.
The only sound up to that point had been the rhythmic breathing of all three men. O’Leary’s voice broke the intimacy of the moment and replaced it with desire. “Paul.” O’Leary motioned for Paul to come to him. The younger man must have known what O’Leary wanted, because he immediately came forward and continued undressing O’Leary.
Stiles could not move. He was frozen to the spot, watching every inch of pale, muscled skin that Paul revealed as he removed O’Leary’s shirt. There was a fine dusting of reddish brown hair across O’Leary’s chest. Stiles followed Paul’s motions with his eyes, his lust growing with every look he took at O’Leary’s body. Just above his navel, hair a lighter shade of red thickened and formed a trail that dipped lower. Paul knelt to remove O’Leary’s shoes and socks next, then stood to undo the buttons of his trousers.

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About the author

CJ BATY lives in southwest Ohio with her very patient husband and two encouraging children. Her heart however, lives in the mountains of Tennessee where she hopes to retire some day. The mountains have always provided her with inspiration and a soothing balm to the stresses of everyday life.

The dream of writing her own stories started in high school but was left on the back burner of life until her son introduced her to Fan Fiction and encouraged her to give it a try. She found that her passion for telling a story was still there and writing them down to share with others was much more thrilling than she had ever expected.

One thing she has learned from life and she is often heard to say is, “You are never too old to follow your dream!”

C.J. BATY can be found at:

Website: http://cjbaty.blogspot.com.au/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=344242482358480&fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/cbaty

 

Available NOW

 

Author: Elliot Cooper

Title: Junk Mage

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: July 4, 2016

Genre: Sci-fi/Cyberpunk

Category: Romance

Pairing: MM

Sex Content: NA

Length:  17400 words

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Purchase Links:

NineStar Press: http://ninestarpress.com/product/junk-mage/

Email: Raevyn@ninestarpress.com | Website: www.NineStarPress.com

Facebook: NineStar Press | Twitter: @NineStarPress

 

Book Blurb

 

When technomancer Quillian Defote crash-lands on remote planet Marutuk, he has limited time to repair his ship and get off world. If he fails, he’ll forfeit his position as professor of mechanical transmutation at the prestigious Ivy Arcanarium and ruin his employment prospects in yet another sector.

Hunter, a cyborg guarding a junkyard that holds what Quill needs, is charmed by the wayward mage and wants to help him. But Hunter is bound by honor to dutifully guard his mistress and her possessions, no matter how cruelly she treats him.

Together Quill and Hunter stand a chance of starting a new life together if carnivorous wildlife, a violent necromancer, and stubborn pride don’t keep them apart.

 


 

Author Bio

Elliot Cooper is a creativity addict who enjoys writing stories that embody adventure, a hint of the taboo, and shadows that are deeper than they appear at first glance. He also enjoys video games and knitting, and lives in the southern US with his human and feline family.

Website: http://www.elliotcooperwrites.com

Twitter: @elliotwrites

 

Excerpt

Elliot Cooper © 2016

All Rights Reserved

 

I fiddled with the controls on my binocular goggles, one of my own handy creations, and panned the tree line beyond the open, greeneryilled expanse stretching out on the other side of the road. Nothing caught my eye, even at higher magnification. I went left, following the road, jetbike blowing dirt and gravel up into a chalky cloud behind me.

The road curved around a section of deep, dark forest, and I saw my savior. Like a beacon of rusting hope, the hulking bodies of old ships, bikes, boats, and wheeled vehicles hunkered in a huge, fencedff ring at the end of the road.

It was the most beautiful pile of junk I’d ever seen.

A lone figure moved among the wreckage, and I knew I had no time to lose. If I played this right, I could cut a deal, get some parts to work with, and be back to old Lemon before sunset. The bug-eyed critters liked to ease out of the forests, slow and sloth-like, as soon as the light began to fade. No way did I want to figure out why they made those creepy chittering, gnashing noises all night.

I parked my bike and hopped off near the gate, flipping my goggles up and wiping my forehead with my sleeve as I went. It was never a good idea to sneak up on someone who was openly armed, and I definitely wanted the guy’s full attention. I waved in greeting and smiled with all the warmth and excitement I could muster.

“Hey! Hi! You there! With the gun!”

He marched over—huge, bald, and muscled—the brown coveralls tied at his waist and his tight tank top leaving very little to the imagination. It looked like he’d been given hand-me-downs from a scrawnier brother.

“State your business,” he demanded in a rich voice, his rifle in sight but lowered. Half of the hand beside the trigger was polished silver metal.

“I’m interested in buying some parts. Are you the owner?” His expression turned quizzical. Armed guard, then.  “D’you guys take universal credits? Please say you take them.” I didn’t have anything else. I hadn’t intended to take a side trip to a backwater thieves’ den that didn’t even seem to have any thieves in it. But here was captain beefcake, potential business partner, hero, and temporary social life. If he didn’t shoot me.

“Nothing’s for sale. Move along.” He gestured with his gun.

“I can’t interest you in a barter? Something?”

He stood there like a human wall. He didn’t even blink.

“Go away.”

“Look, I crashed on the beach. I just want to get what I need and… well, go away. From this whole weird planet. But to do that, I need some parts. Please.”

“In ten seconds, if you’re still standing there, I’ll shoot.” The cyborg raised his rifle and peered down the sight.

I wondered if he had bionic eyes, too. I wondered if the fence was electrified. I wondered what I could say to change his mind. Whatever it was, it’d take more than ten seconds to work out.

My hands up defensively, I motioned—thoughts working the gun’s barrel up at a ninety-degree angle with a loud creak. The cyborg jerked his head up and stared at the gun, then at me.

“I’m sure we can work out a deal, mister,” I said and put on another of my charming smiles. It usually worked, but this guy was a tough nut to crack. “You have to need something. Everybody needs something or other.”

“Another junk mage.” His brows furrowed over his deep set eyes. It wasn’t a good look for him. His face went impassive again as he tossed his rifle aside and reached behind his back with one hand. There had to be a pistol or some other weapon tucked into his coveralls, but he was smart enough to know if I couldn’t see it, I couldn’t easily ruin it.

“Huh. I’ve never been called that before,” I told him, even though he’d been talking to himself. Maybe that’d get Ry to crack a smile on our next call. Quillian Defote: junk mage extraordinaire. “Is your boss a technomancer? Can I talk to them? Mage to mage?”

“She doesn’t like strangers I don’t shoot.”

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Sunday Snippets

And here we go with the serial again. Time for a little bit of conflict.

Monday Jan 25th

Big gap there. On the 6th I caught Pa with my diary. He was reading the bit about the biscuits to Isaac and laughing and I lost my temper and tried to take it away from him. I’m not quite sure what happened, I must have tripped or something.

Ma made me apologise and I did but I said he shouldn’t have been reading it. It was private. I said if people were going to read it whenever they liked then I wouldn’t write it any more. Pa said I shouldn’t be so childish. Isaac asked what harm could it do. I said ‘what if I wrote something in there he wouldn’t like me to write?’ Pa was laughing and said I wouldn’t write anything about anyone I wouldn’t say to their face but I know Isaac took my meaning. I saw him kissing Sadie O’Connell and we both know Pa hates the O’Connells, says they are trash.

I got off the point, again. I haven’t been writing in my journal since then but Pa just fetched it out of the room I share with Isaac, gave it  me  and said I should write and he promised none of us would read it. Ma was standing behind him and she nodded so I guess she’d made him understand. Then he said something that made me think a bit. He said I should be honest, about myself as well as about other people and I haven’t been, Not completely. I looked at my first entry of the year and that’s not really true.

I don’t want to be a cowboy because I can’t be. I wouldn’t be able to do it because I’m not the man Pa and Jacob are or Isaac will be because I’m a cripple and am not strong enough. That’s a hard thing to write but it’s even harder to be.

 

 

This book has taken so long to write, abandon, come back to, fiddle with, abandon again, then finally finish, polish, submit and then, with a final buff up, it’s ready to go!

My goodness it feels weird to be promoting one of my books instead of someone else!

Blurb:
Borrowed from the Secret Intelligence Service cipher department to assist Briers Allerdale – a field agent returning to 1920s London with news of a dangerous anarchist plot – Miles Siward moves into a ‘couples only’ boarding house, posing as Allerdale’s ‘wife’. Miles relishes the opportunity to allow his alter ego, Millie, to spread her wings but if Miles wants the other agent’s respect he can never betray how much he enjoys being Millie nor how attractive he finds Allerdale.

Pursuing a ruthless enemy who wants to throw Europe back into the horrors of the Great War, Briers and Miles are helped and hindered by nosy landladies, water board officials, suave gentlemen representing foreign powers and their own increasing attraction to each other.

Will they catch their quarry? Will they find love? Could they hope for both?

The clock is ticking.

68,000 words/ 248 pages
$5.95

Publication 1 August 2016

It’s preorderable from Amazon US, Amazon UK and Smashwords

A new release from Dreamspinner.

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And I am so pleased at how wonderful they are! My hopes and dreams have come true with this anthology. It’s nice to know that idea I had two years ago has gone through every stage to make it happen and then been greeted by reviewers with praise. Whew!

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Sometimes it’s really worth checking out backlists. There are some marvellous books out there but with hundreds of new titles every week it can be very hard to find them.
Authors – have you got a title a year or more old that could do with a little love?
Readers – have you got a favourite book that you think deserves some attention?

Message or email me and we’ll set something up.

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My guest today is Meredith Russell and I’m featuring her book Saving Mr Fox.

This is a sweet story of love and redemption set in a small town where two young men who used to be sweethearts are reunited. If that’s not enticement enough it also has some rather hot scenes just to put the icing and cherry on the cake.

Blurb:

How can you hope to find love if you cannot love yourself?

Eric Fox is an actor faced with his most difficult role yet—being himself. Seven years ago, on the way to his high school prom, an accident drove him from the arms of his young love, CJ. Eric ran away to LA, and CJ was left to pick up the pieces of his broken heart and broken life.

Guilt and regret has eaten away at Eric since that day, leading him to turn to the darker side of celebrity—to sex and alcohol. On a downward spiral and after a series of bad choices, Eric makes the difficult decision to return home. But returning home and having to spend two weeks with the man he left behind could be an obstacle Eric is nowhere near ready to face.

Can Eric find the strength to ask for CJ’s forgiveness? And more importantly, can he find the courage to forgive himself?

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About Meredith
Meredith Russell lives in the heart of England. An avid fan of many story genres, she enjoys nothing less than a happy ending. She believes in heroes and romance and strives to reflect this in her writing. Sharing her imagination and passion for stories and characters is a dream Meredith is excited to turn into reality.

Website/blog: http://www.meredithrussell.co.uk
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/meredithrussellauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MeredithRAuthor
Instagram: http://instagram.com/miss_meredith_r
Email: meredithrussell666@gmail.com

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I asked Meredith for a recommendation and this is what she said:

I’d like to recommend Theory Unproven by Lillian Francis. I must have read the story three times now. It’s one I come back to, a kind of comfort book I guess, and one of those stories that just lingers around at the back of your mind, but in a good way, like a welcome, warm memory. The story is set against the beautiful but sometimes harsh backdrop of South Africa. I love the picture the author paints for the reader and it makes for a vibrant romance. Oh, and there are also elephants and I love elephants, and particularly these elephants who definitely make for wonderful supporting characters. Theory Unproven is a great read.

Theory Unproven

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Sunday Snippets

Another bit of my, as yet, untitled YA western written all in diary entries. Since the next ones were a bit short I’ve posted two days worth.

Monday Jan 4th 1869

Pa says I have to do my chores first and then I can write my diary. He doesn’t understand that the thoughts in my head need to come out when I think them. I won’t remember what I wanted to say by the time it’s the evening, and then I have to sit with everyone else and Pa wants to know what I’ve written. But I’ve got private things to say here, things I might not want to share.
It’s still very cold at night and last night there was rain.

Tuesday Jan 5th

I’ve been coughing again so Pa said I could stay home and I asked Ma to teach me to cook. Jacob and Isaac said it was girls work but Ma shouted at them and said that she hasn’t got a girl and Pa said that when we go on the round up having someone along who can cook something that won’t kill us would be mighty handy. That is assuming I can learn.
Ma has a book she got from her Ma with recipes. She said I should write down the things I make in my journal so I can find them again. So today I made buttermilk biscuits. They were horrible and we fed them to the hens. When the hens wouldn’t eat them we fed them to the hogs.

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