Monday, November 25, 2013

PLEASE VOTE!! You Just Might be Rewarded for it!!


I am so excited, my lovelies!!
Tyler Robbins has not one, but TWO novels in the finals for Evernight Publishing's Readers' Choice Awards!!


Best Happily Ever After Ending
Best Contemporary Romance
Best in Gay Romance


         

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I would be forever grateful to see one of my titles WIN!!!



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Best of Luck to every author and story nominated in all categories!!

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Saturday, November 2, 2013

Welcome back #MM author, Tamsin Baker

Happy November!!
Today’s guest has been here so many times the last few months, I should probably refer to her as my “co-host” rather than a guest author!!!!
Her tenacity for writing his inspirational and I hope she rubs off on me a little so I can finish all the manuscripts I’ve been juggling lately!
I won’t keep you waiting any longer.
Please welcome back, Tamsin Baker and let’s dig right in to all the yummy goodness she’s brought to share with the class.



Dylan is living his dream, fighting fires and saving lives. Bruised ribs call for a doctor visit and he meets Zach. The sexy ER surgeon tempts Dylan, with more than the casual one night stands he usually indulges in.  However Zach's life means long hours and pressure. He's left wondering if he can cope.
Zach meets the gorgeous young Dylan, who is the answer to his silent prayers. The hardworking Firey is beautiful, smart and funny. What more could he ask for?
But these two shift-workers have no relationship experience. Will their lives get in the way of their new love or could their incredible passion conquer all?




Excerpt:
Dylan smiled up at Zach, whose wavy brown hair had been combed and gelled today. His chin was smooth from a recent shave and he wore beautiful casual clothes. Designer jeans and a fitted white cotton shirt. Yum. He barely resembled the dishevelled doctor from yesterday, yet that same confident aura was there about him.
“You fix up everyone at the station do you?”
He’d never seen Zach around before, but then he’d only been with this crew for twelve months.
Both Les and Zach chuckled. “Yeah, sometimes.” Zach agreed, his eyes darkening slightly the longer he stared at Dylan. “Wanna come with me so I can check out your ribs again? Can we use the first aid room this time?”
The captain slapped Zach on the back and nodded. “Yeah, go for it. I’ll be in my office if anyone wants me.”
“Shall we?” Zach smiled at him, looking as innocent as ever. Dylan stifled the laugh as he gingerly rose and headed off in the direction of the first aid room.
They entered the small room and Dylan turned, coming nose to nose with his doctor, who was breathing a little too fast.
“How do you want me?” Dylan asked, lifting his chin a fraction to meet Zach’s eyes. He was six foot two without shoes on. This guy would have to be six foot four.
Zach clenched his teeth, his mouth turning down in displeasure or annoyance, Dylan wasn’t sure.
“Sit down and I’ll check your lungs, your blood pressure and your ribs. Then we’re done.”
Dylan wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. He didn’t want to be done with this guy so soon.
Zach picked up the stethoscope with business-like air. Dylan’s belly cramped with disappointment, but he pulled off his T-shirt and sat down, allowing Zach to examine him.
And examine him he did. Cold, professional fingers tapped on his ribs and palpated his bruise. Zach took his blood pressure and listened to his lungs. It was all very clinical and correct. Exactly what he would expect from a doctor, not the man whose touch yesterday had managed to miraculously pull an aroused response from his half comatose body.
“Headache today?”
Dylan nodded, “Yeah, but I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Your ribs were too sore?” Zach asked again, his voice brief and detached.
“Yeah.” Dylan agreed, unable to believe that this was it. He’d hoped Zach liked him, would want to have a drink with him or something. Had he been wrong? Was Zach even gay, or had he misread all of those subtle signs from yesterday?
One more prod of his fingers and Dylan was certain he’d got it all wrong.
“All done. No fractures, just bruising and perhaps sprained cartilage. You were very lucky.”
Dylan dropped his eyes to the carpet floor, picking up his T-shirt with his right hand.
“Okay, thanks.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at this guy. He was angry and hurt. He had no reason to feel like that and chastised himself for being stupid.
He pushed to his feet and forced himself to meet Dr Zach Shaw’s level brown stare. He was being ungrateful and needed to do better than that. Zach was an ER surgeon, his time was valuable and the last thing he’d want to do on his time off was doctor people.
“It was really good of you to help me out. I appreciate it.”
He turned the T-shirt in his hands, ready to put it back on, but Zach reached up and grabbed it, holding his hands still.
“I’ve discharged you from my service. I’m no longer your doctor.”
Dylan narrowed his eyes. What was this? Was he just trying to rub it in now? “Yeah, no problem... why...”
Zach’s brown eyes showed anger and a muscle flexed in his jaw, tightening his whole demeanour.
“Good. If you accept that, then I can do this.” Dylan found himself pulled forward into Zach’s arms and those luscious lips descended to press down onto his.

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