Book Blast for Kiss Your Scars (Loose Ends #3) by Avril Ashton (excerpt and giveaway)

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KISS YOUR SCARS

LOOSE ENDS SERIES, BOOK 3

AVRIL ASHTON

RELEASE DATE: 02.20.18

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Being the king of Atlanta’s underworld used to have its perks, but lately all undercover agent Renzo Vega has seen is the downside. Someone is auctioning off women in his city, and he’s damn sure not about to let that offense stand. Just as he’s set to make a move, Renzo’s club is ambushed and he’s shot. Unsure of who to trust, he turns to the one man he definitely knows wants him dead.

Yanked from his bed, blindfolded and spirited away in the middle of the night, Lowell Scott is shocked to find the darkly gorgeous Renzo bleeding and in need of his help. The very last thing he wants is to come to the aid of the man responsible for his cousin’s death, but the knife at his throat doesn’t give Low much options.

Close proximity doesn’t temper the hatred Low harbors for Renzo, it only brings up new problhen they’re exposed, those secrets will bring far-reaching consequences that could sever not just their shaky bond, but Low’s family ties as well.

This is book three in the Loose Ends series, but can be read as a standalone.

Warning: Contains references to subjects that may be triggering. Please read with caution.

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EXCERPT

Everything about him was magnetic and dangerous, and he moved like a rogue wave on an abandoned beach, wiping away your foundation before you had a chance to prepare for the hit.

Right now his gaze devoured Low, making it hard for him not to squirm.

“There is something between us.” Renzo put his hands in his pockets. Low tried not to notice the way that action tugged his pants waist lower and rucked up his shirt. “You and I both know that.”

“No.” Low held up a hand when Renzo took a step forward, but that didn’t stop him from coming closer. “I have a boyfriend.” So yeah, he’d upgraded Chance. “I don’t want you.”

“Yes.” Renzo got in Low’s space, trapping Low between him and the locked door. “You have a boyfriend but here you are, sneaking off to see me. Why are you at my club? Are you here looking for love? Looking for a fuck?”

Low’s eyes widened and Renzo touched him, a slide of his knuckles down his cheek. That touch. He’d thought about. He’d fantasized about it. He’d grieved for the loss of it.

“Doesn’t matter which. I’m good for either one.”

Low jerked his head up and slid closer. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t fight the coil in his belly that pulled tighter with every word Renzo spoke, bringing them together until their bodies made contact, front to front.

Step away. He should step back. But Renzo kept him right there with his heat and the smell of him. Low leaned forward slowly, seeking more of it.

The heat.

The scent.

His lips brushed Renzo’s neck.

Renzo groaned. Low’s entire body clenched.

Have mercy. “Leave me the fuck alone,” Low whispered. But there was no force beyond that plea. Just empty words mocking him, because the truth was he wanted Renzo closer.

Renzo grabbed him by the arm and pushed him up against the mirror overlooking the main area of the club. They could see out, but no one could see them as they stood, Renzo at Low’s back, humping him, sliding his hardness all over Low’s ass. Slowly.

Fucking painfully slow.

“Watch him,” Renzo murmured at his ear. “Watch your boyfriend. Does he know he’s your second choice, Low?”

He shuddered, panting, but he still held his head high, squirming as he tried to get away from Renzo’s hold. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Renzo laughed. “You know.” His tongue slid over the shell of Low’s ear.

Low’s breath hitched as he locked his knees to keep from falling. Renzo melted him. He destroyed Low and he remained in that grip, loving their destruction.

“Where does Chance think you are, Low? Men’s room? Outside getting some air? When you leave here, will you tell him where you were, I wonder?” Renzo nipped at his earlobe and Low gave him everything. Every shudder, every gasp. “You gonna tell him you were rubbing your ass all over my cock, Low?”

“No.” He moaned. God. Fuck. Low gave up his moans, too. “Please.”

“You gonna tell him you can’t stay away from me? That you only brought him here to make me jealous?”

“I don’t want you.” His voice was an embarrassingly thin thread of sound that wavered under the weight of Renzo’s touch, like a ribbon wrapped around a tree branch, fighting against a heavy wind.

“Doesn’t matter how much you tell yourself you hate me,” Renzo whispered. “You still close your eyes when Chance touches you and pretend it’s me.”

The stark truth in those words buried him. “No.”

Renzo ignored his weak protest. “Does he know what you like, huh?” He touched Low, one hand at his chest, lips at his ear. “Has he fucked you lately?”

“Renzo.”

“Yes.” Renzo moaned, too, the sound hitting Low in the balls. “The way you say my fucking name.” He pressed closer, rocking against Low. He clasped Low’s throat, tilting his head against his shoulder. “Good?” he asked, voice turned husky. “He fucks you good, Low? The way you want, the way you need?”

“I don’t…” Low choked, but he was moving with Renzo, on him, sliding up and down, riding the hard ridge of Renzo. Unable to stop. Just for a second. He’d forget himself just for however long it took for this hunger to work its way through him.

“Does he eat you out? Lick it up?” The hand around Low’s throat tightened. “Does he tell you you’re the best?”

Low sobbed for him, trembling, fingers clinging to the hand Renzo had splayed over his lower belly. Done, he was fucking done.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, Low, and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Let me get that.” He touched lower, cupping Low’s erection through his jeans and squeezing. “Let me tear it up while you call me Daddy. Let’s stay here, like this, you riding me till we both come.”

“No!” Low wrenched himself away, stumbling as he glared at Renzo as arousal crawled along his spine. “You killed my cousin.”

Renzo shrugged. “Did I?”

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A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Stone Mountain, GA. with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

A lover of cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance.

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A BJ Review: Watch Me (Break You) (Run This Town #1) by Avril Ashton

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Rating:  5 stars out of 5   ★★★★★

Here comes trouble…

Watch Me (Break You)

Men. Women. Drugs. Dima Zhirkov’s favorite things. Add in the element of danger and he should be right as rain. But not today. It’s not working, hasn’t for a long time. He’s grasping at the flimsiest of straws to prove he’s indeed strong enough to run his streets. Until he sets eyes on him. In the midst of a room full of strangers, Dima is drawn to a man as cold and dangerous as he’s beautiful. Captivated, Dima embarks on a ruthless campaign to get his new toy into bed.

Here comes the danger…
Xavier “X” Storm is content to pull the strings while someone else handles the day to day dealings of his gang, The Rude Boys. He’s after what Dima holds closest—the Coney Island streets. He contracts out the job of killing the Russian, except Dima isn’t that easy to kill. When he suddenly shows up in X’s path, tempting him to indulge in the dirtiest play, he finds Dima isn’t all that easy to shake, either. His cocky attitude and rough submission tempts X to go where he’d vowed to never return, and they plunge head first into an affair fueled by possessive obsession.

Run for cover.
Sex and pain Dima can handle, and X delivers the most depraved kind. Their connection is explosive, their games addictive, but Dima can end it whenever he wishes. He doesn’t see that X is breaking him down, giving Dima everything he wants and even more than he ever thought to need. By the time he realizes who X is and what he wants, Dima is raw and bullet riddled. It’s run or fight. And Dima doesn’t back down. Neither does X.

These guys are brutal, harsh and totally, spellbindingly captivating. They’re bad boys without a doubt, but their story sucked me in, grabbed me by the throat, and made me care. Both characters are interesting and well-developed. Loved the interracial aspect. Plus I adored Dima right off from nearly the first page, but when the author puts these two together it’s electric. This story is off the charts, sizzling hot. Definitely a one-handed read, but yet so much more.

It’s also a fast-paced, hold-onto-your-seat kind of story that I simply couldn’t put down. I adore enemies-to-lovers tropes, and this story puts a twist on it that I found enthralling. You see, one of the main character’s true identity is unknown to the other for some time, and hence only one knows they are enemies at the start. When the truth eventually comes out, oh man, the betrayal… just delicious.

Did I mention that these are some seriously bad guys… criminals! Gangsters! They’re violent, enjoy giving/receiving pain, like kinky, raunchy, dirty sex and plenty of it. They lie and kill, they’re seriously shitty to each other, and they’re possessive as hell. Stalking, sadistic, and sometimes bat-shit crazy. But you know what, despite all that, the author made me care for them, fall in love with them, cry for them, and despite the awesome HEA endng which I adored, I’m still left desperately wanting to read more about them!

This book is an e-ticket ride… fast, wild, fun, kinky and absolutely worth the price of admission!  Hop on board. I cannot recommend this book more highly.

The cover is excellent. I like that it doesn’t include the typical men. It gives a sense of location and a just right hint of the kinky content, the color and mood is dead on, it just feels right.

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Book Details:  

Kindle Edition, 278 pages
Published September 9th 2014 by Sinner’s Haven Publishing (first published September 5th 2014)
original title(Watch Me) Break You
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edition languageEnglish
seriesRun This Town #1
charactersDima Zhirkov, Xavier Storm

A Mika Review: Keep Me Wanting by Avril Ashton

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Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

Keep Me Wanting coverThe last thing on Damian Archer’s mind is a relationship. He’s focused on running the family business and keeping up appearances. He’s fine with the way things are, until the tattooed help at a friend’s party takes one look at him and calls him on his bull.

Fired from a brand new job, Fin Thornton is homeless and penniless. He knows men like Damian. He abhors men like Damian. Despite the wealthy man coming to his aid when he desperately needs it, Fin is hesitant to lower his guard. Yet Damian insists on being in Fin’s face, demanding things and offering help.

In spite of their differences, something keeps them wanting each other. The same connection that has Damian desperate to stake a claim on the skittish Fin. But it will take a ghost from Fin’s tragic past to show both men that what they have is worth more than money.

Okay we all know how I love Avril Ashton. Good Lord that woman can write a sex scene. Oh my goodness. I would have rather this been straight smut then the contemporary story. Damian and Fin are extremely hot together. I think I need to reiterate that. I’m never bored with that aspect of her stories. For this one though, I kind of felt like we walked into the middle of this potential couple history. From the first it was rudeness between the two and I just felt like we were missing the introduction between the two.  But it moved fast from that initial meeting.

I do like the chemistry between the two a lot. It was some sparks, then they were on fire. I mean Fin was a little spit fire from beginning to end. I like Damian, I kind of wanted to see more of him. We saw his family side, business side but nothing of just Damian. I don’t have to worry that the sexual side of the relationship is boring or dull. Goodness, I re-read a few pages this morning for scientific research purposes only. She writes those scenes extremely well. I needed to reiterate that. LOL. All in all I thought this was a cute contemporary novella. Mrs. A is never going to not have a little drama, or funk in her stories so we did get this. I can’t wait for that little prequel whenever that’s out. I see you Sullivan & Carter.

Cover Art by: Emmy Ellis, did a wonderful job. I loved the cover model and the background a lot. The model and his piercing were spot on.

Sales Links:  All Romance (ARe) | Amazon | Buy It Here

Book Details:

eBook,  pages, October 21, 2015, 2015 by Sinner’s Haven Publishing.

Coffee Sip and Book Break with Keep Me Wanting by Avril Ashton (excerpt)

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Keep Me Wanting by Avril Ashton
Publisher: Self Published
Word count: 30,951
Genre: GLBT Romance

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Blurb

The last thing on Damian Archer’s mind is a relationship. He’s focused on running the family business and keeping up appearances. He’s fine with the way things are, until the tattooed help at a friend’s party takes one look at him and calls him on his bull.

Fired from a brand new job, Fin Thornton is homeless and penniless. He knows men like Damian. He abhors men like Damian. Despite the wealthy man coming to his aid when he desperately needs it, Fin is hesitant to lower his guard. Yet Damian insists on being in Fin’s face, demanding things and offering help.

In spite of their differences, something keeps them wanting each other. The same connection that has Damian desperate to stake a claim on the skittish Fin. But it will take a ghost from Fin’s tragic past to show both men that what they have is worth more than money.

EXCERPT

“We need to talk, Fin.” Damian opened the limo door. “Get in.”

“Fuck off.” Fin didn’t want to be near him like he’d been last night. Didn’t want to smell him. Didn’t want to want him. He walked away, speeding up, but the vehicle was right there beside him, Damian peering out the window.

“This isn’t a request, Fin. Now.”

Why did those rich fuckers always use that tone of voice? The one that hits you like whiplash and have you wanting to scurry along, to do anything to please them? Fin yanked open the car door and jumped inside. Before he got his ass on the plush leather seat, the driver was already peeling away.

He turned to a smug-looking Damian, barely managing to keep a lid on his fury. “Let me tell you something, Archer. I’m not one of your fucking lemmings, I don’t come when called. You get me?” He slid away from close proximity to Damian, all the way to the seat facing him. “Tell me what the hell you want from me so I can be on my way.”

Damian just stared at him, eyes haunting, face blank.

“Christ, I don’t…” Fin dragged his fingers through his hair. Frustration and hunger set his teeth on edge. “Just tell me what you want.”

“Why did you allow yourself to get arrested for something you didn’t do?”

Fin barked a harsh laugh. “Are you fucking serious? Allow? You think I wanted to get arrested, I wanted to spend the night in a cold cell with two other strangers?’

Damian leaned forward, hands folded on his knees. “Why didn’t you tell the truth?’

“Are you for real?” Fin flung the question at him. “Who listens to the truth when evidence to the contrary is right there for all to see? Would you have believed me if the same thing happened, if you didn’t know the story?”

A muscle ticked in Damian’s otherwise impassive face, and Fin scoffed.

“Of course not. The help ripped off the jewelry, it’s a familiar story, and no one there last night wanted to hear the truth. My truth.” He shook his head. “‘But you know what? I’d like to know what gives you the right to stick your upturned nose in my business.”

“You’re innocent.” Damian spoke the words like that should explain it all. “I had to do something.”

“No.” Fin couldn’t understand him. “No, you didn’t have to do anything except mind your own damn business. How in the fuck is that hard?” he asked.

Damian’s eyes narrowed, the first sight of any emotion in a long while. “You’d rather sit in jail for who knows how long instead of me helping you out?”

“Yes!” Now the frustrating man was getting the picture. Damian opened his mouth, but Fin cut him off. “Because then I wouldn’t be beholden to you, Mr. Archer. I wouldn’t owe you.” He sat back in his seat and folded his arms. “Because you want something, I can see it your eyes.”

Damian didn’t deny it, he simply held Fin’s gaze, unflinching. They eyed each other in silence, and Fin swore he could hear his heart beating out of his throat. As much as he hated men like Damian Archer, men with money to burn and unending power to wield, he was attracted to the older man. Attracted to the bald head, the eyes that pinned him in place, the trim goatee.

He was attracted to the very power and money that had taken everything from him and driven him out into the streets.

“Go on,” he said softly. “Tell me what you want already, you know you want to.”

Damian shifted slightly and Fin dropped his gaze, groin tightening in response to the bulge in Damian’s black slacks.

“Or do I already know?” Fin purred. He slid to the floor of the car, between Damian’s legs. He expected the other man to move, do something, but Damian held himself still, barely breathing and stared down at him.

“You want me, don’t you?” Fin placed his palm over the bulge. Fucking impressive. Hard as steel. Fin’s own cock throbbed, ached, but the anger overrode the arousal. “I bet you thought you could buy my ass by getting those charges dropped?”

He squeezed Damian and even though a pulse leapt in his throat and his eyes darkened, Damian showed no other reaction. “I bet you thought I’d be so grateful I’d spread ’em for you, fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name.” His voice turned raspy as those images played out in his mind’s eyes. Still, that bastard had to know he wouldn’t win.

Fin pushed Damian’s knees apart roughly and cupped his erection, stroking, squeezing as his balls drew up.

“Guess what?” He rose up slowly, bringing his face as close to Damian’s as he could bear without inhaling the other man’s heat and spice. “I don’t whore myself out, and no amount of your money will change that. I don’t fuck for money, never have. Never will. So keep your shit and don’t do me any favors.”

He moved to turn away, but Damian’s hand shot out, closing around his wrist, holding Fin’s hand hostage where he cupped Damian.

“Are you finished?” Damian rasped. “Because you talk a lot of shit for a man with his hand on my cock.”

About the Author

A West Indian transplant, Avril now lives in Stone Mountain, GA., with a tolerant spousal equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore she’s back to loving it). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing the plot points of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother.   

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

Addicted to cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Gay and Erotic Romance.

Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words Author Discovery: Mika on Avril Ashton

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Mika on Author Avril Ashton

If you are looking for an author who talks with her readers, I’d say Mrs. A is one of the best ever. She is funny, she is honest and she writes about glorious guys. I just happened to come upon Love the Sinner (Brooklyn Sinners, #1) one day, never heard of the author and decided to give it a go. Well 2 series later and a couple of stand alones I’m hooked on Mrs. Ashton’s writing. I’m always looking forward to her guys. They are masculine, sexy, passionate, gritty and dangerous. Then she writes about those sweet damaged boys who would hurt you more than those other physically demanding guys.  She has some memorable characters; Rafe, Syren, Mateo, Dima, Tek, Xavier, Donovan. Those are just to name a few. She writes about tropes that are not likely commercialized in this genre. I mean if you want recommendations pick up A Sinner Born (Brooklyn Sinners, #3) and (Watch Me) Save You (Run This Town, #4), I’d start from book one on both of those though.

I like that she writes about guys from all different walks of life. From the privileged to the outcast; she writes a web of story with actions that sometimes I have a hard time seeing. One of my favorite characters ever was written by Mrs. A, that guy Syren. She killed it with him. I love him. He was so damaged, but he pulled on my heart strings. I was interacting with Mrs. A the other day on Twitter and I asked her if she ever considered writing a contemporary M/M romance with no destruction. Her response was yes, she wrote So Far Gone. I laughed because peoples response was the opposite of the book. I on the other hand really liked it. It was realistic fiction. Cheating, scandals, death it all happens in real life so when that was put out there I enjoyed it. 

I like her writing because she delivers the feelings, rawness, the love and the passion from her characters. No matter what she puts her characters through they always come out with a HEA. She is automatic-buy for me. I like that she connects with her readers. If you are looking for some passion with your stories then try out Avril. I really like you would like her guys.

About the Author

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A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Stone Mountain, GA., with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

You can connect with her as Mika does through (AvrilAshTwitter, or through her website and check out Avril Ashton’s Goodread’s page for all her stories.  You can find it here.  Looking for a new contemporary novel to read?  Start with one of Mika’s recommendations, Love the Sinner by Avril Ashton.  Check it out below.

Love the Sinner coverLove the Sinner (Brooklyn Sinners #1)
by Avril Ashton

Detective Gabriel Ashby has never looked twice at another man, yet the criminal across from him, the man he’s interrogating, isn’t like any other. Gabe can’t deal with the sudden, intense need he has for one of NYPD’s Most Wanted. Everyone close to Angelo Pagan ends up dead, with the smug gang leader standing amid the rubble. Gabe would love nothing more than to bust Angelo’s ass and lock him up. So why is he seeing the bastard in his dreams at night?

Angelo Pagan knows attraction to Gabe is suicide. He’s resolute to ignore the chemistry…until a police raid goes wrong. He critically injures Gabe, changing the trajectory of both their lives. Now the two can’t get close enough. They settle into a forbidden affair threatened by lies and betrayal, living on different sides of the law with no way of breaching the gap between them. With the authorities looking to make an example of Angelo, Gabe has to decide if it’s really worth it to hate the sin but love the sinner

Book Details:

ebook, 229 pages
Published May 9th 2012 by Ellora’s Cave
ISBN1419939688 (ISBN13: 9781419939686)
edition languageEnglish