Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Day #3 the first ever "Blast from the Past" Blog week featuring 3 Yummy #MM titles from J.R. Gray!

Welcome to Day #3 the first ever "Blast from the Past" Blog week!!

      In the world of publishing, there's a mysterious place books often go a short time after they've been released into the world that we authors refer to as the ever-growing "back-list"! 

      Really amazing books can sometimes be forgotten and replaced by newer releases and ultimately live out there sad little lives, feeling lonely and abandoned!! 
    *please bow your heads for a moment of silence as we pay tribute to those lost pages of inspiring, but forgotten plots, characters and happy endings*


      This week we're dragging some of those forgotten books out of the darkness and giving them a moment in the sun!!  
I hope you'll return each day for a special treat from some wonderful authors who hope you'll enjoy the books they've chosen to spotlight. 
      Some books might be familiar, but some might be never before morsels you missed the first time around!! You never know what you'll find during this blast from the past book week!!

NEXT UP... J.R. Gray and her delicious M/M romances, Legally Bound, Breach of Contract and Illicit Activity! 

Legally Bound 
The last thing Daniel, a hard-working public defender, expected to see the morning after a one night stand was his hook up staring back at him from the wrong side of the law. Assigned to work his case, Daniel vows to keep things professional with Rafael but has a hard time controlling his craving for dominance, the control and the connection they shared. Rafael, a paid dominant in the Chicago underworld, has been dealing with a cop problem for far too long. Used to sex with no emotion, he’s entranced with Daniel’s submission, his innocence, and…could there be something more? Can Daniel clear Rafael's name, keeping him out of jail and in his life, with the odds, a cop, and the mounting evidence against them?


         Daniel scanned them, looking for anything interesting to lift the dreary Monday, and his eyes went wide when they landed on the face of the man whose bed he had been in last night. “Oh shit,” he said too loudly, drawing the attention of the bailiff. He waved her off, muttering, “Nothing.”
         “What?” Jesse hissed.
         “I fucked one of our cases last night,” Daniel admitted, knowing he would get it out of him one way or another. There was no point fighting his partners excellent extraction skills.
         “Which one?” Jesse asked, looking over his shoulder, way too amused.
         He tried to nod subtly to one of the prisoners.
         “You have to give me more than that.” Jesse stood up and blatantly turned around to study the men sitting in the rows behind them.
         Stiffening in his seat, Daniel tried to keep his back to the man he had seen every naked inch of, as well as had his tongue buried inside of, till the early hours of the morning.
         “Dark hair, six feet plus, green eyes.” He tried to speak out of the corner of his mouth so no one could read his lips.
         “The one with the sleeve tattoo and the huge arms?” Jesse asked.
         “Yeah,” he answered in a low, sheepish voice.
         “I knew it was that one. You so have a type.” Jesse flipped back around to take his seat once more. He instantly went for the files, lifting up folders and setting the large stack right in front of him.
         “What are you doing?” Daniel kept looking over his shoulder to see if the guy showed any signs of recognition.
         “Whats his name?” He didnt look up from the stack of files as he spoke.          “Rafael,” he whispered as his face flushed just saying his name. “What are you doing?”
         “Figuring out what your lay did,” Jesse said, positively glowing by now.
         “I really hate you,” he responded, pulling at his tie and trying to loosen it.
         “Youll thank me later.” Jesse hummed, plucking out the file and flipping it open. “Oh, hot damn, you picked a good one.”
         Daniel snatched the file out of his partners hands, his eyes going wide. Life just got a little more interesting.
         All through the arraignment hearing, he found it hard to keep his mind off the previous night spent at Rafaels apartment. Theyd had an instant connection. He groaned to himself as it became increasingly hard to focus.
         “Do you think he did it?”
         “Who knows, but how many innocent men do we represent?”
         Daniels stomach knotted. He didnt want the allegations to be true. “Good point.”

Breach of Contract
         With the legal trouble behind them, Daniel Caplin and Rafael Argon are ready to settle into a low key d/s relationship, but life is unrelenting, when blackmail shatters their illusion of happily ever after. Pictures from one of the Rafael’s public scenes instill fear into his new Submissive, Daniel, acting as a wedge driving the new couple apart.
         The building peril in George’s community weighs heavy on his shoulders as he struggles to find the culprit while hiding his feelings for his new house guest. Jesse is torn between ending his marriage, picking up a rebound he should have left fifteen years in the past, and the dangling carrot of a possible relationship with a man. He is forced to fight for what he wants most, a leap he may be too chicken to take.
         In the sequel to Legally Bound George battles to take down an unknown enemy, while watching helpless, as those he cares for most are broken beyond repair. Can Rafael and Daniel rebuild their trust after it's broken with lies?

         The back elevator dinged as he approached, and the doors slid back to reveal Jesse's face. He had circles under his eyes and worry lines in his forehead. Two fingers held a garment bag over one shoulder and a duffle over his other.
         “Is it still okay if I stay?” He put a smile on his lips that George knew was fake.
         “But of course. Let me help you.” George approached him and tried to take the bag, but Jesse didn’t move to hand it over.
         “Ive got it.”
         “Dont be absurd. I would have a slave do it, but hes rather tied up at the moment.”
         The statement earned a chuckle out of Jesse, and he gave up the bag. Even hurt Jesse had a light in his blue eyes and his heart on his sleeve, a trait that made him wholly unique compared to the masks most wore to impress George.
         “I can stay on the sofa or something if the slaves use the guest rooms.”
         George laughed and turned his back to stalk down the hall. When he didnt hear Jesse following, he cast a glance over his shoulder.
         “Slaves in bed … how naive you really are, handsome.”
         Jesse started after him, brow creased. “Where do they sleep then?” He caught up and followed George to the other side of the penthouse.
         He realized Jesse was serious, and he laughed throatily again. “I have cages for them.”
         “I love you and Daniel, but your lifestyle is fucked.”


Illicit Activity

The Christmas season is fast approaching. Jesse and George try to keep their connection alive with stolen late night dinners and secret meetings, which never seem to be enough. 
Zac doesn’t take no for an answer, and has set his sights on George’s slave Elliot as his newest conquest. Determined to see Elliot and bring him some holiday spirit, Zac starts a battle of wits with George. But Will George be able to outsmart Zac, and keep him away from Elliot, for long? 

The doorbell rang early in the morning. Elliot had finished his chores and was sitting on the floor next to the fire, working on his homework. There was no one else in the penthouse, and he wasn’t expecting anyone. When he wrenched open the heavy, ornate door he found Zac, Jesse’s brother, staring back at him wearing fireman pants and suspenders to hold them up. His body was smeared with charcoal, and he looked oiled. Elliot was entirely confused.
“The exact face I wanted to see.”
“Can I help you, Sir?” Elliot reverted to his training.
“Yes, I have a hose that needs servicing.” Zac grinned wickedly.
Elliot tried not to let the shock show on his face. “I’m sorry, the King is out. Can I take a message?” He shifted and squirmed, getting flustered at the seeming advance from the beautiful redhead.
“I didn’t want it from him.” The bulge in Zac’s pants was noticeable, and Elliot tried not to stare. “And I knew he was gone.”
“How did you know he was gone?”
“I watched his car through the camera I installed above his parking space ‘til it left.” He flattened out his mouth and raised both brows like it was no big deal.
Elliot stared.

Author Bio
When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it's half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray's existence are commas, and even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.

If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.

Here are non-imbedded links: 

 Buy links: Legally Bound

Buy links: Breach of Contract

Buy links: Illicit Activity

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