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The Hitman's Weakness Hitman, 2 Copyright © 2018 by Kelex   Carter had had a little too much to drink, along with a bit too much dancing. He’d taken off his shirt about an hour before. Sweat glistened off his bare chest as he moved and swayed under the pulsing lights of the dance floor. The smile on his face was the best part of all. If only I could be that carefree. Tony watched them moving from his spot in the shadowed booth. The pair moved in time to the music, writhing against one another much the same way...

Happy Monday, all. I’m Hayden West and I write M/M romance for Twisted E-Publishing. I’ve got the honor this week of sharing a bit with everyone. So here goes.  I’m a Virgo, I love long walks on the beach…just kidding. *grin*  I’m always on the look out for story ideas. One of the things I love to do is people watch. I get to create mini scenarios in my head for what is going on in their worlds. In general, I don’t like large crowds, in fact, I tend to run the other direction when faced with them. However, I...

Rowan The Braden Brothers, Book One Copyright © 2018 by Marie Rochelle     Prologue “I’m beginning to regret allowing her anywhere on my ranch, more and more. I shouldn’t have agreed to her coming here. Look at her out there, walking around like she owns the place and flirting with my employees,” Rowan Braden complained, staring out his office window. “I knew she’d cause a lot of issues by being here, but I let you talk me into it and it’s turning out to be a huge mistake.” He heard the groan behind him, but he didn’t care. She...

          By Jayne Fresina I have a lot in common with Paddington Bear. I'm furry (especially in winter), roundish, shortish, unfashionably fond of duffle coats, and would ideally prefer to spend the snowy months in hibernation. Most of all, like Paddington Bear, I love marmalade. But it has to be just the right kind. I don't like it too sweet. I prefer my marmalade to have bite, to actually taste like fruit, not sugary mush. The taste certainly matters to me more than how it looks in the package.             I'm the same way when it...

Slowly Fell A Tale of Love and Thumbscrews Copyright © 2018 by Jayne Fresina   Prologue 1806   "Do you believe in witches?" Moved not by her small fingers, which had briefly rested against it, but kissed by a wending draft from somewhere within the house, the door standing ajar before her creaked gently, exhaling a quizzical moan. She heard her aunt's voice inside the room. "Witches, Silas? No, I most certainly do not. I know that sailors are sometimes betaken by flights of fancy and superstition, especially when they've been at sea for months, the grog has run out,...