Monday, July 6, 2015

Book Tour: The Pinch of the Game @CharleyDescote @dreamspinners @PridePromo #bookcontest

The Pinch of the Game
Charley Descoteaux
Release date: June 24, 2015

Being a witch doesn’t mean one can beat the devil forever.
Jeffrey Overton, unemployed IT professional turned poker player, pushes his luck once too often and runs afoul of the host of an illegal card club. The man sent to escort Jeffrey to a “meeting” about his supernatural winning streak arrives at Jeffrey’s crappy North Portland apartment, lock-picking tools in hand and a charm to block Jeffrey’s magick.
Head muscle for said host, Mike Wells, is a Daisy from Daisyville. He isn’t a witch. What he lacks in magickal talent he makes up for in brawn, so he doesn’t expect the guy he’s after to overpower him. But once Mike renders Jeffrey helpless, he’d rather seduce him than bring him in.
Jeffrey and Michael ditch the “meeting” and end up hunting some of the same people they ran from, trying to get Jeffrey back into his own body. And that’s only part of the adventure. The pair travel halfway across the country on the quietest road trip in history and find missing people, empire-building witches, and maybe even the families they’d both thought lost to them.

Categories: Contemporary, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Gay fiction, M/M Romance

Pages or Words: 35,000 words
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG

Thank you Charley being here and giving us an exclusive snippet! (by the of the best covers EVER!)

Thank you for hosting me, Havan!
The Pinch of the Game has a little of all the things I love to write: love, sex, danger, and humor. Our heroes are in the Motel 6, Jeffrey’s…not quite himself. ;) The first line is Mike’s.

“You’re the gifted one.”
“And you’re the one who made it so I couldn’t use that gift. You blocked me, remember?” I couldn’t see an easy way to reach the handcuffs, so climbing onto the dresser would probably be my best bet. Except when I went to open a drawer to stand on, the spindly arms stretched out in front of me freaked me out. I whirled and pointed up at the gorilla cuffed to the wall, but he didn’t give me a chance to say a word.
“Oh. I forgot I asked you to cuff me to the wall. Of course, it’s my fault.”
“Such a big man, talking shit to a little girl. Fuck you.”
I climbed up the front of the dresser and popped one of the cuffs open. Michael moaned when his arms slipped free. He slid to the floor and his arms fell into his lap. He’d been stuck that way all night, so he probably couldn’t feel or move them, and that left me free to pay some attention to what time it was. Morning. He started laughing, and when I tried to glower at him, he only laughed harder.
“You can’t say fuck you. You’re ten.”
“Eleven, actually. I think. When you can move your big ape arms, give me that chain you’re wearing. There’s something in it, isn’t there? Something that blocked me from doing something.”

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Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

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Thursday, July 2, 2015

Happy Story Orgy Monday (actually Thursday)… What if You Fly? pt 10 #storyorgy #blogstory

I'm late...but at least I did make the post, right? *hangs head* Thanks for your patience. <3

Another shout out to Deanna Wadsworth for the great prompts: flying, being trapped at a retirement community in Florida, clothesline...Deanna is making me work for my words with these terrific thoughts! :)

This week’s prompt:  Some things you’ll never forget.

What if You Fly?
(Working title…subject to change at author’s whim)
Part 10
copyright © 2015 Havan Fellows

Devin was positive Melvin would kill him if he knew his little brother invited two strangers to spend the night in his townhome. Oh well, fuck him…what he didn’t know and yada yada. Besides, if they wanted to kill him Dean wouldn’t have risked his secret and flown in public.
So yeah, Dev figured he was pretty safe, not to mention he kind of didn’t want to say good-bye to Dean yet.
“Here we are.” He unlocked the door and held it open for them to enter. “The top floor are the bedrooms and bathrooms”—he motioned up the stairway directly in front of them, then gestured to the left and a tiny hall—“and right through there is the family room and kitchen slash dining area.” He ushered them that way and pointed to the couch and recliner. “Grab a seat and make yourselves at home, anyone thirsty?”
“Alcohol?” Tia raised her eyebrow.
“Finally, something we’re in agreement with. I’ve got the easy stuff…wine and beer, or if you want to slam back some shots your selection for the evening is top shelf tequila or burn your gullet bourbon.”
Dean’s head shot up and he stared at Devin. “You do not want to give her hard liquor. Just…no.”
“Aw come on daddy, I promise to behave.” She pushed past him and flopped on the couch, crossing her legs at the knee and batting her lashes at the both of them.
Dean walked over and mock whispered in Dev’s ear, “Look at her…now remember her at the coffee house. That was her sober…you decide.”
His hot breath wafted over Dev’s skin and goose bumps popped up along his neck and arm. He leaned in closer to Dean—who hadn’t moved away yet—hoping for more shiver inducing words. Hell, he’d settle for just one word…anything to replicate that sweet tingle that attacked his earlobe and scorched the side of his neck.
“Riesling?” he mumbled under his breath at no one in particular.
Shit, he got his one word and now his dick could hammer nails through a two-by-four.
Okay…he just had to turn around and walk to the kitchen and pour three glasses of wine. He could do that. He might have to limp there but hey, he wanted that one last word right?
Talking…he should start talking and maybe that would get his feet moving and then…
“It’s a good Riesling, not one of the overly sweet dessert wines. But perfect for after coffee…like we had…”
Hey look at that…it worked.
He turned and headed to the kitchen. The design of the townhome separated the family room from the kitchen/dining room with two-thirds of a wall. The other third was a wide archway so when sitting at the table you could see part of the family area. It was a great style if you had a dinner party, but when a single person went to get drinks it really sucked.
It only took him a couple moments to pour the wine and gather the glasses by their stems so he could carry them to the other room. When he walked through the archway he had to bite his lip to stop his smile. Tia and Dean had played musical chairs, evidently, and Tia now sat in the recliner and Dean in the middle of the couch. How fortuitous for Devin, there no longer was a bad seat in the townhouse.
He handed Tia her glass then turned to look at Dean. The seating rearrangement empowered his next remark.
“Do you have a preference?”
In lieu of answering him, Dean opted to make a point to scoot over to the right. But Devin noticed it was all for show, because that fine ass of Dean’s didn’t move but an inch, if that.
Dev took the hint and sat on the offered side.
“Oh my god…your flirting is making me horny.” Tia downed her wine in two gulps and held the glass out for someone to relieve her of it.
“Aren’t you glad you didn’t serve the tequila now?” Dean reached in front of him and retrieved the flute from her, setting it on the end table on his other side. “No more for you.”
Devin could only shake his head, not sure how to react to Tia’s statement. He knew he wanted to flirt with Dean, but didn’t realize that it was evidently a two way obvious street.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…whatever.” Tia stood, stretching and yawning. “If I’m not allowed to get drunk and you two aren’t going to make out I might as well go to bed.” She held her hand out to Dean and moved her fingers in a consecutive manner. “Gimme your shirt.”
“Huh?” Both him and Dean questioned her simultaneously.
“Well I’m not gonna sleep naked in some stranger’s house. You don’t need it, you only wear your briefs when you sleep, so give me your shirt.”
“You’re a guy, guy’s go topless all the time…it’s part of the discrimination against women. You know, I’d love to be able to go outside on a hot day without my top on. But no, men have sexualized the female body to the point that we are taught at a young age to be ashamed of showing our chests when men are encouraged in the exact opposite. So man up and strip that—”
“Oh my god! Here, take it…” Dean yanked his tee shirt over his head and tossed it at her. “Anything to shut you up for a few moments.”
“My aren’t you super.” She winked at Dean and practically skipped to the stairs.
Devin watched her as she turned out of sight to ascend to the second floor. “Guest bedroom is the door on the right. It has an in suite bathroom.” After her footsteps faded and a door upstairs closed he turned to Dean. “Best friends? Really?”
Dean smiled, his face lighting up. “Trust me, it makes sense. She’s rough around the edges but loyal to the core.” He rubbed his hand over his lightly furred chest, drawing Devin’s attention to the nicely formed pecs and lean stomach. Devin was almost positive Dean didn’t realize what his unconscious movement did to his libido. “But don’t worry, you’re not the only one that thinks she’s a little…um…”
“She’s got a fanclub?” Dev chuckled.
“Oh yeah. My parents absolutely adore her,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.
Devin cocked his brow, scooting slightly closer so their knees bumped. He wasn’t sure if the topic drew him in or the fact they were actually conversing about something other than his unbelievable ability for flight…but he really didn’t want this moment to end.
He sipped at his wine. “Do tell.”
Dean raised his head, staring at the ceiling obviously in thought. Finally he looked back at Devin, causing Dev’s insides to flip flop and his skin to warm.
“I think the best example is when I came out to my parents.”
“Oh yeah. At first they had trepidations about my gayness. Evidently I was a very convincing straight man”—he shook his head, chuckling—“and this caught them completely off guard. I went through the whole gambit of ‘We love you no matter…but are you sure?’ So my answer to them was ‘Well…if I was straight Tia would be your daughter-in-law.’”
Devin snorted so hard he feared wine would spray out his nose. He quickly set the flute down and covered his mouth and nose, trying to subside his chuckles.
Dean nodded, pointing at Devin’s display. “That’s kinda the reaction I got from my parents…right before they thanked me for being gay.”
“Oh god! They didn’t.”
“Yeah, they did.” Dean joined in with Devin’s laughter and both men fell back on the couch allowing it to wash over them and the stressful introductions they had.
Devin wasn’t sure when the laughing turned to sighing, or when their smiles turned to their lips softly passing over one another’s…but it did and he enjoyed every moment of it.
His fingers tickled down Dean’s firm chest, his nails scraping slightly through the sparse hair covering it. Dean didn’t seem satisfied with being the spectator in this event, though. He quickly untucked Devin’s tee and slid his hand underneath it, pulling a Ponce de Leon of his own. His other hand styled Devin’s messily fashioned hair better than any product could do.
When the door knocked the first time Devin heard it but ignored it. I was late and he wasn’t expecting company so fuck them. Dean’s body was much more interesting than anyone standing on the other side of the door.
The second series of knocks were more like punches and were accompanied by a very pissed off sounding Melvin swearing to god and hell alike. “I know someone is in there. If you don’t open this door in five fucking seconds I will shoot the shit in”—bang bang bang—“and arrest your fucking sorry ass as soon as I shoot out your goddamned kneecaps.”
The next hits on the door sounded lower and stronger. His asshole brother was kicking his front door!
That didn’t piss him off at Melvin nearly as much as when Dean jumped away from him, his eyes wide and lips tight.
“Jealous boyfriend?”
“Try idiotic brother.” Devin sighed and stood from the couch, zipping up his jeans but leaving the button undone so his quickly deflating cock didn’t get pinched in his exasperation. “Be prepared to meet my Tia…except he isn’t nearly as cute or funny.”
“Who the hell is threatening us with bodily harm without even buying dinner first?” Tia ran down the stairs in nothing but Dean’s shirt.
Devin had to admit it looked much better on Dean, but he was immensely glad it was off him. Or he would be if he weren’t in the process of opening the front door to a very irate—and armed—shithead brother.
Devin threw the door open, not waiting for hellos or to perform introductions before he tore into his older brother’s ass. “What is your problem?”
Melvin stood there blinking his eyes for a very long few seconds before he ran into the townhouse and picked Dev up in a bear hug, squeezing so hard Dev could’ve sworn he just felt a lung burst.
Melvin dropped him back on his feet and started running his hands over Dev’s head, shoulders, arms…working his way down to his knees then turning him around and going up the backside.
“What the fuck are you doing, Mel?”
“What am I doing? What the fucking holy hell did you do?”
“I’m pretty sure hell isn’t holy,” Tia chimed in.
Melvin stepped back and looked around the townhouse for the first time. Obviously he thought Dev and him were alone, and now he knew better.
Devin judged that by the way his face flushed that better might not actually be good.
“You had mama and papa worried sick that something awful happened to you and you’re here having a threesome?” He looked Tia up and down before shouting out, “With a girl? What kind of kink are you into?”
“Girl my ass, I’m more woman than you could ever handle. If Devin wants to hit it with a girl that’s his business, not yours, you kink-phobe.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake, we didn’t have sex, Tia.” He turned to his brother, enraged himself but at least in control of his anger. “I’m not having a threesome. Why are mama and papa worried about me?”
Mel gave him that look, the one that said Really? Are you that stupid? “They came home and you were gone. The ladder was knocked over in the rose bushes and they found blood—on the ground and the gutter. They went ballistic, called me up then went door to door asking the neighbors if they knew anything. Debra Macenally said she was out all day, but when she returned noticed someone had completely destroyed her backyard, the clothesline was torn down and grass ripped up like people were fighting or running hard. I promised mom that as soon as I checked your home I’d get with my friends that are off-duty and do a quick search around town.”
He ran his hands through his hair, something he did every time Dev annoyed him. Though Dev thought it was interesting how his glance kept swinging back to Tia in her short tee that barely covered her special attributes.
“Well, now you can call off your Neanderthal friends and tell mama and papa that I’m fine.”
“I’ll call them…as soon as you tell me what the fuck happened and who the hell these people are?” his brother growled.
“Oh goody, story time.” Tia hopped over the recliner’s armrest and sat criss-crossed in the chair, pulling the shirt down around her knees. “There are some things you never forget in life. I’m kinda thinking this conversation may be one.” She smirked and looked at Devin. “Got any popcorn?”

To be cont’d…

The fun is never over with just one turn—we are the Story Orgy™ remember *winks*—so head over to the next blog and enjoy multiples with us…

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Get Blown Away with Pulp Friction #freeread #pulpfriction #boyxboy


It is the first book in my Pulp Friction 2014: Flagstaff series Whispering Winds…pick it up and enjoy. :)

The whole Whispering Winds series is available at Amazon to borrow for free from their Kindle Unlimited program.

What is Pulp Friction?

About Pulp Friction 2014
Laura Harner ~ Lee Brazil ~ Havan Fellows ~ T.A. Webb

The Pulp Friction 2014 Collection.
Four authors.
Four Series.
Twenty books.
One fiery finale.
Spend a year with an eclectic group of strangers brought together through circumstances, as they are tested by life, and emerge as more than friends.

The strongest bonds are forged by fire, cooled in air, smoothed by water, grounded in earth.

Although each series can stand alone, we believe reading the books in the order they are released will increase your enjoyment.

Round One:
Firestorm (Fighting Fire: 1)
Cold Snap (In From the Cold: 1)
Blown Away (Whispering Winds: 1)
Higher Ground (Earthquake: 1)
Kismet & Cartwheels (bonus book, Fighting Fire)

Round Two:
Controlled Burn
Cold Comfort
Blown Kisses
Moving Earth

Round Three:
Cold Feet
Blow Hard
Taking Chances (bonus book, In From the Cold)

Round Four:
Out In The Cold
Wicked Winds (bonus book, Whispering Winds)
Blown Chance
Frankie's Knight (bonus book, Earthquake)

Round Five:
Radiant Burn
Cold Day in Hell
Final Blow
Terra Firma
Rowen Smithe doesn’t do friends. They require time and effort, both better spent protecting the woods surrounding his Mountain Shadows home. Lights in the west, smoke patterns in the east, and now a shiny glint deep in the forest. Someone needed to do something.

Mick Rutger rarely met a challenge he wouldn’t chase, but the drop-dead gorgeous man next door gives a whole new meaning to crazy when he spends hours in a tree just...watching? When his charming words have no effect, Mick has no choice if he wants to crack this nut. He follows the mysterious Rowe on a middle of the night hike, only to be caught before the chase can even begin.

Having the advantage of knowing these woods as his own private playground, Rowen suddenly veered to the left and sped up enough to duck behind a dense grouping of trees. When the blessedly oblivious person passed him, he stretched out, looped his arm around the man’s arm and swung him back into a tree.
“What the fuck?” The man’s voice was shocked, but beyond that, it had a tinge of deepness that rolled through Rowen’s mind and body, sharpening his attention while tightening his jeans.
When the stranger attempted to shove Rowen away, Rowen pressed the tip of his blade against the inside of the man’s leg. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. This is not the place you want to be cut open.”
The man immediately went completely still. Well, all except for his smile. “My leg or the woods?”
Pale blue eyes twinkled with humor as the stranger blinked at him. Above his eyes were thin dirty blond brows two shades darker than the sandy blond of his bangs barely peeking out from under the tightened hood of his jacket. His face was almost pudgy with cheeks an Italian grandmother would love to squeeze hello and lips that made Rowen want to remember what kissing was like. His body, on the other hand, didn’t feel like it had but maybe an ounce or two extra weight to him. Of course, Rowen couldn’t attest to that thanks to the man’s winter gear, but he wore the good stuff so he didn’t look like an overstuffed plush doll.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Rowen’s body enjoyed the man he held captive against the pine tree, that smile irked something inside him. He applied more pressure on the blade, but twisted it a bit so the flat end was now pushing into the man, not the sharp point.
“Either. So why are you here?”
“I thought that was obvious. I’m following you.”
“Okay, but the question remains the same.”
“I’m a friend of Finn’s.”
Rowen snorted. “That’s a gimme. Now, tell me something I don’t know.”
The man leaned his head in next to Rowen’s and whispered, “Hello, Rowen, my name is Mick, and your choice of introductions is damn sexy.”

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