Less than two weeks until Beat of Their Own Drum is Live! here are a couple of teasers to tide you over! I so can't wait to share this book with you guys. If you click below, you can add it to your TBR on goodreads so you don't miss it!
I'm so excited to announce that Beat of Their Own Drum (Replay, 3) AKA Jude's book will be released on November 12th! It will be on KU like all my books. It does have some D/s and mild Daddy Kink but NO age play. I know you will LOVE Jude as much as I do, he's such a brat in need of a little discipline and a whole lot of love! Check out the blurb below!
Every rock band needs their bad boy. Hookers, drugs, DUIs— been there, done that. I'm in a Downward Spiral and proud of it (see what I did there?). When the band manager, Archer, hires Bennett to keep me from screwing up while the band is on hiatus, I may have finally met someone who won't take my attitude lying down. With the three of us cooped up together for weeks on end, I have a feeling things might get interesting.
Downward Spiral is my baby. Not only am I the band manager, I discovered them ten years ago when they were nothing but a bunch of high school kids playing in a hole in the wall bar on the weekends. But it’s obvious I haven’t done a great job because they’re falling apart. If the lead singer isn’t trying to kill himself, it’s the bass player telling me he can’t write any new songs. And no one gets under my skin more than Jude, who seems determined to snort and drink himself into an early grave. There's only one man I can think of who might be able to get Jude back on the right track, Bennett Schmitt. Unfortunately, he's also the man I let get away sixteen years ago and haven't gotten over since.
If there's one thing I know how to do, it's taking control of a situation. In fact, control is kind of my thing. Which is probably why I'm the best in the business when it comes to getting out of control celebrities back on track. When my ex calls and tells me he's desperate for my help, I can't turn him down. Between the infuriatingly sexy drummer with no idea what kind of trouble he's asking for, and my ex looking better than ever, there's no way this isn't about to get messy.
* This is an MMM romance with D/s play and mild daddy kink (NO age play), check inside for more details on what to expect
Michele Notaro and I are so thrilled to bring you the first book in our brand new series following ghost hunting brothers as they battle demons, help souls move on to the afterlife, and maybe even find time for love? Check out this excerpt and then click below to read it on Amazon or Kindle Unlimited!
When I was young I never thought it was odd that I had friends no one else could see. I assumed everyone was visited from time to time by unfamiliar people, occasionally with bloody wounds or frightening faces.
When I was eight I asked my brother, Leo, how to get the scary people to leave me alone at night so I could sleep.
He’d looked at me strangely and asked who the scary people were.
“You know, the people who come and bother you when you sleep. Sometimes they look gross or they look like they’re crying, but they don’t make any noise. I wish I could help them, but I don’t know why they’re so sad. And sometimes they give me a cold feeling in my stomach when I see their wounds or blood.”
Leo’s eyes went wide.
“Like ghosts?” he’d gasped.
“No, dummy. Ghosts wear white sheets and say ‘boo,’” I argued. “These are just sad people.”
“No, Xan, those are ghosts,” he insisted.
That was when I started crying and ran to our mother to tell her Leo was trying to scare me.
My mother sat me down that day and told me that some people have special gifts, and I should be grateful I was blessed with the ability to help those who had passed on but couldn’t find peace.
I believed her that day when she said it was a gift.
But fifteen years later, sitting up in bed with my heart thundering in my chest and my hands trembling, I’m not so sure I buy it anymore.
My eyes dart around the room, bathed in a blue hue from the moon, and my ears strain to figure out what jolted me from my sleep.
The back of my neck prickles, and I clench my eyes shut, praying to any god that will listen to protect me.
I lick my dry lips and clear my throat.
“Hello?” I rasp into the dark.
Hot, rancid breath ruffles my hair from behind, and there’s a low rumble of energy.
I squeeze my eyes tighter and will my breathing to remain even. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that some asshole spirits feed on fear and negative energy. And once they know they can rile you, they’ll keep coming back for more.
My nails dig into my palms as I recite my favorite sonnet silently to keep my fear at bay.
A snuffling noise comes from behind me, accompanied by more sickening puffs of breath against my skin. It’s trying to smell fear on me, and I can’t let that happen.
“Xan?” A light flicks on, and a sob of relief escapes me as my brother appears in the doorway to my bedroom in his pajama pants, hair ruffled from sleep and eyes squinting. “Everything okay? I thought I heard creepy laughing or something.”
“Yeah,” I choke out, pulling my knees to my chest.
“Is it that asshole again that’s been bothering you all week?” Leo asks, fists clenching like he’s actually going to start punching spirits for me.
“Yeah, he’ll go away sooner or later, once he realizes he’s not getting a rise out of me,” I assure him. I’ve set up the ritual to send him to the other side at least three times, but he seems to conveniently disappear for a few days each time, and then reappear when my guard is down again. He’s kind of an asshole. But like I told my brother, I’m sure he’ll get bored and move along eventually.
Leo glares around the room like he’s expecting to see my tormentor, which obviously he won’t. He could hear it, though, if it decides to get chatty. Well, it would have to speak directly to him or be shouting pretty loud, but the point is, he could hear him under the right circumstances.
“Do you want me to leave the light on for you?”
I nod feeling pathetic, but also glad my brother understands.