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Rainbow Awards pre-party and 8th anniversary (Day 17)

November 2014 marks the 8th anniversary since I opened my first journal on LJ, and the 6th anniversary of the Rainbow Awards and we will have again a 1 month long big bash party. 119 authors, all of them in the 2014 Rainbow Awards, have donated an ebook and I will use them for a Treasure Hunt. Every day, for all November, I will post 4 excerpts (a random page of the book). No reference to title, or author, or publisher. You have to match it with the book ;-) comment on the blog (do not leave anonymous comments, if you post as anonymous, leave a contact email (comments are screened)), you can comment 1 time for more matchings (you can even try for all 4 books if you like, so 4 chances to win every day). Until the end I will not say which matching is right, so you will have ALL month to try. No limit on how many books you can win, the more you try the better chance you have to win. End of November, among the right matchings, I will draw the winners. So now? let the game start!

If at the end of the treasure hunt there will be still unmatched excerpts the giveaway will go to the one who matched more books.

The books are:

A Hunted Man by Jaime Reese
A Kingdom Lost by Barbara Ann Wright
A Place for Cliff by Talon ps
A Special Kind of Folk by Barry Brennessel
About Face by VK Powell
Ancient House of Cards by Bryan T. Clark
Another Healing by M. Raiya
Antidote by Jack L. Pyke
Because of Jade by Lou Sylvre
Beloved Pilgrim by Christopher Hawthorne Moss
Better Than Friends by Lane Hayes
Bird of Paradise by G.J. Paterson
Bite of the Recluse by Azalea Moone & Anais Morgan
Bonds of Denial by Lynda Aicher
Brokenhearted by Cate Ashwood
Camellia by Caitlin Ricci & Cari Z.
Carnal Sacraments by Perry Brass
Caught! By JL Merrow
Chasing the Dragon by Kate Sherwood
Chip off the Ice Block Murder by Jessie Chandler
Clean Slate by Andrea Bramhall
Corruption by Eden Winters
Desire at Dawn by Fiona Zedde
Dirty Beautiful Words by Brooklyn Brayl
Dissonance by Shira Anthony
Dudek by Taylor James
Educating Simon by Robin Reardon
Fight by Kelly Wyre
Filthy Acquisitions by Edmond Manning
Firestorm by Rory Ni Coileain
Forever Hold His Peace by Rebecca Cohen
Forgive Us by Lynn Kelling
Fractured by Mickie B. Ashling
Freak Camp: Posts From a Previously Normal Girl by Jessica V. Barnett
FutureDyke by Lea Daley
Games Boys Play by Zoe X. Rider
Gathering Storm by Alexa Land
Gin & Jazz 1- 4 (4 novellas: Hollywood Bound, Razzle Dazzle, Tarnished Glitter and Starring Role) by Morticia Knight
Girls Don't Hit by Geonn Cannon
Great Pleasures by Edward Southgate
Greg Honey by Russ Gregory
Happy Independence Day by Michael Rupured
Hard Pressed by Sharon Maria Bidwell
Hell & High Water (THIRDS, Book #1) by Charlie Cochet
Highfell Grimoires by Langley Hyde
His Fair Lady by Kimberly Gardner
Hoaley Inexplicable by Declan Sands
How Still My Love by Diane Marina
Hungry for Love by Rick R. Reed
If I Die Before I Wake by Liz McMullen
If We Shadows by D.E. Atwood
Ink & Flowers by J.K. Pendragon
It's Like This by Anne O'Gleadra
Lab Rat's Love by Ana J. Phoenix
Lesbian Crushes at School: A Diary on Growing Up Gay in the Eighties by Natasha Holme
Let the Lover Be by Sheree L. Greer
Like Jazz by Heather Blackmore
Love and Salvage: Loving Emmett by Mathew Ortiz
Love Is A Stranger by John Wiltshire
Love You Forever by Amelia Bishop
Lovers and Liars by Paul Alan Fahey
Mark of Cain by Kate Sherwood
Masquerade by Joy Lynn Fielding
Measure of Peace by Caethes Faron
Mirage by Tia Fielding
More Than Everything by Cardeno C.
Motel. Pool. By Kim Fielding
Murder and the Hurdy Gurdy Girl by Kate McLachlan
Murder on the Mountain by Jamie Fessenden
My Brother's Lover by Lynn Kelling
Nightingale by Andrea Bramhall
No Angel by Clare London
Omorphi by C. Kennedy
On Archimedes Street by Jefferson Parrish
Paradise at Main and Elm by Barry Brennessel
Paris Connection by J.P. Bowie
Passage by Evey Brett
Pick Up the Pieces by Tinnean
Piper by Leona Carver
Rapture, Sins of the Sinners by Fran Heckrotte & A.C. Henley
Rarely Pure and Never Simple by Angel Martinez
Rasputin's Kiss by L.M. Somerton
Rest Home Runaways by Clifford Henderson
Resurrection Man by K.Z. Snow
Return of an Impetuous Pilot by Kate McLachlan
Rocky Mountain Freedom by Vivian Arend
Running Through A Dark Place by Michael J. Bowler
Saving Liam by DP Denman
Serpentine Walls by CJane Elliott
Shades of Sepia by Anne Barwell
Shameful Desires 3: Unbound by P.J. Proud
Shirewode by J Tullos Hennig
Silent by Sara Alva
Slide by Garrett Leigh
Something Like Spring by Jay Bell
Splinters by Thorny Sterling
Stitch by Eli Easton, Sue Brown, Jamie Fessenden & Kim Fielding
Summerville by H.L. Sudler
The 42nd Street Jerking-off Club by Mykola Dementiuk
The Calm Before by Neena Jaydon
The Dead Past by Kate Aaron
The Empath by Jody Klaire
The Engineered Throne by Megan Derr
The Family We Make by Kaje Harper
The Genealogy of Understanding by Daniel M. Jaffe
The House on Hancock Hill by Indra Vaughn
The Last Conception by Gabriel Constans
The Line by J.D. Horn
The Mating of Michael by Eli Easton
The Memory of Blood & Lotuses by E.E. Ottoman
The Opera House by Hans M. Hirschi
The River Within by Baxter Clare Trautman
The Seventh Pleiade by Andrew J. Peters
The Thief Taker by William Holden
This Is Not a Love Story by Suki Fleet
Tournament of Shadows by S.A. Meade
True Stories Too: People and Places From My Past by Felice Picano
Turnbull House by Jess Faraday
Zenith by Arshad Ahsanuddin

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Today excerpts are:

65)

Ben didn’t want to linger or draw attention to himself, so despite finding this coincidence of twice being recognised in the space of half an hour extremely unsettling, he nodded politely and pushed up to the till to pay for his purchases. He only just got them in the pack, and when he swung it up onto his shoulders, he felt as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his back. He took a deep breath, put all discomfort to one side, and headed back through the village to the stile that led to the open moors. As he climbed up away from the buildings, he couldn’t help the occasional glance back. He could feel eyes on him, and it was unnerving. The sense of otherworldliness engendered by the house increased. It was like being in an episode of the Twilight Zone. By the time he’d done ten miles, though, he’d put the creepy village behind him and was thinking only of the very welcome reception he’d get when he turned up with the supplies.
He was relieved to see the dry stonewall that marked the edge of the grounds, very relived to find the path back to the house, even more relived to see the house still existed, and utterly delighted to be welcomed by a bark from the dog and a kiss from the human. It was nice to be the returning hero, and the newspaper and excellent bottle of wine put Nikolas in such a good mood that he was even willing to eat another steak. He’d been bored all day, something Ben knew he’d never admit. He hadn’t, however, Ben noticed, actually done anything useful like prepare some more water or do any washing. He had, it appeared, stripped down and cleaned all his weapons and done some knife-throwing practice against a target he’d made of an old T-shirt. The hits around the heart were predictably accurate.
After they’d eaten, Ben examined Nikolas’s wounds and applied some antiseptic lotion he’d bought in the shop. He knew it was probably a waste of time, but it was pleasurable for both of them, brought on some amusing fun as his hand kept slipping to one side, and gave him an excuse to see how well things were healing. Nikolas put his hand to Ben’s head and stroked through his hair. “When this food is all gone, we must go, too. It will be time.”

66)

Cole flowed under the door into the bathroom. Her dark spirit blended into the shadows as she looked down on Charlie. Still so beautiful, though grown now. She lightly caressed Charlie’s closed eyelids, a glow emitting from the tips of her fingers. Charlie’s head lolled to the side and she began to snore. “Oh my god, that cute little girl snore has changed.”
Her smile was brief and hard. Bitterness still clung to her tongue. Charlie had sent her into a darkness so complete, she couldn’t see her hand even if it was directly in front of her face. Years on end, with no one to talk to, the complete silence ringing in her ears, with only her memories to keep her company. She examined those final moments until every frame was emblazoned on her mind. She had been the savior and Charlie had punished her for her goodness.
Charlie’s body began to slip under water. She waved her hand, freezing Charlie’s slumbering form. “Wouldn’t want you to drown. What fun would my freedom be without my revenge?”

67)

While Roque labored industriously over school assignments, his twin, Tony, lived paycheck to paycheck, blowing most of his hard-earned cash at the BDSM club he’d discovered in San Mateo. Tony was aware that Roque was strapped for cash. Every cent his brother earned went toward his share of rent, gas, and truck payments. Paying for books and tuition was a definite hardship, and he couldn’t make ends meet no matter how many new clients they took on. There were only so many hours in a given day, and mowing lawns in the dark wasn’t an option. His debt-to-income ratio didn’t inspire the bank’s confidence enough to lend him more money, and he’d maxed out his credit cards to get by up to this point. He was stuck and out of resources. A semester shy of getting his degree and backed into a corner, he was willing to listen to Tony’s harebrained scheme.
“Mistress Anya is looking for a sub she can use for her demos.”
Roque opened his mouth to protest, but Tony barreled through. “No sex involved, Bro, just a willing guy to go through the motions for her students.”
“I couldn’t get it up for her even if she begged.”
“That’s the beauty of this plan, Ro. She knows you’re gay and have no sexual expectations.”
“But I’m not a real sub, and what students are you talking about?” he’d asked.
“She teaches a class for women interested in becoming a Dominatrix.”
“Why don’t you volunteer to be the guinea pig?”
“I’d have too much fun,” Tony reminded him. “They don’t want a real sub.”
“You’re such a weirdo, Bro.”
“Hey, I don’t call you names ’cause you like to suck cock.”
“Sorry.”
“You need the paper, Bro.”
Roque sighed upon hearing the harsh truth. “What exactly do I have to do?”
“Get naked, for one thing, and allow these women to tie you up and practice their skills. Since you’re into guys, Anya can rest assured that she won’t have to deal with a horny sub who expects fucking to be a part of the tutorial.”
“And she’s willing to pay for this?”
“That’s what she said.”
“How much?”
“A hundred bucks an hour.”
Roque whistled. “And all I’d have to do is stand there and let them tie me up?”
“Among other things.”
“Like what?”
“The usual—sensation play, deprivation, flogging. Just another night at the hands of a beautiful Dominatrix.”
“There’s a reason I don’t go to your club, Tony.”
“Why?”
“The people who go there are usually a bunch of pretenders. They’re not really into the lifestyle. They talk the talk and wear the outfits, but nine times out of ten, it’s all for show. As soon as they go back home, life goes on as normal—missionary sex in the dark.”
“What would you know about the lifestyle?”
“Only what I’ve read,” Ro admitted, “and the books say that true players don’t hang around clubs posturing.”
“You’re making snap judgments after one visit,” Tony protested.
Roque had to concede that Tony might be right. “Check in with me after a few weeks, and I’ll tell you if I’ve changed my opinion.”
“Try and keep an open mind, will you? You haven’t had a whole lot of success finding the man of your dreams by sitting at home each night. Maybe you’ll find him at the club.”
“Who’s had the time to actively pursue anyone?”
“There’s more to life than work and school.”
“Tell it to the bill collectors.”
But the idea had taken root, and Roque allowed himself to be talked into a meeting with the famous Dominatrix. Anya was a platinum-blonde Amazon, a head taller than most of the people at the club. She had a spectacular body that she showed off in the skimpiest leather outfits and four-inch stiletto heels. Roque couldn’t help but be intimidated by her. He was five foot eleven, taller than most of the men in his family, and wiry from years of working the land, but he looked like a child in her shadow. Her Russian accent and pale-blue eyes completed the picture of an untouchable woman who scared everyone she met. She ran her BDSM club with a firm hand and rarely had trouble with clientele or staff.
Anya had taken an instant liking to Roque when Tony dragged him into the club for his interview.
“You’re sweet,” she commented after completing her cross-examination. “Are you positive you’re gay, solnushko? My ladies would eat you up.”
Roque nodded. Thoughts of diving in between Anya’s thighs sucked the spit right out of him, and he couldn’t respond any other way. If sex with her was part of the deal, he’d have to call it off. There was no way in hell he’d survive.
“Don’t worry,” she assured him, sensing his anxiety. “You’re safe with me.”
“Thank you,” he said gratefully. “I can really use the money.”
“That’s what Tony says. Are you into this lifestyle, Ro?”
“No.”
“You mean no, Madam.”
“Madam,” Roque amended. “Sorry.”
“Since you’re not a part of our world, I don’t expect you to know the rules. Forgetting to call me Madam is only a problem if we’re in front of others. I am curious about one thing,” she added. “Why does Tony think you’re a sub when you’ve never been here as a client? Do you have a Master at home or do you visit elsewhere?”
Roque shook his head. “No. Tony thinks I’m a sub because he is.”
“Twins don’t always share the same kink.”
“That’s what I keep telling him. I don’t take orders from anyone, and as a matter of fact, the entire concept of submission is lost on me.”
“And yet, he seems to think you share the same need to submit. Perhaps he sees something you don’t.”
Roque shrugged. “We’ve had many discussions on this very topic.”
“If nothing else, our little experiment will bring some awareness, don’t you agree?”
“True,” Roque had replied, unaware of the implications of her casual statement.

68)

A small movement in the dark startled Taglia as he shut the door behind himself. It was Quinn, leaning against his bedroom door, still dressed, with his arms crossed.
“I see you gave him what he wouldn’t take from me.” Quinn’s voice was cold.
“What?” Taglia asked. “Oh, no. We watched a movie. It was nothing like that.”
“Like what, officer?”
“We didn’t. I mean, you know. We didn’t do anything.”
Quinn gave a sharp laugh. “Then why are you carrying your shoes and your gun? No need to cover for him. I know what he is. I’ve always known.”
“I guess it’s no surprise he doesn’t trust you.” Taglia felt his anger rise. “You don’t trust him.”
The door to Allyn’s bedroom crashed open. “What the hell’s going on out here?”
“You know better than I,” Quinn replied.
“What’s that mean, then?” Allyn said.
“How was the movie?”
“We watched Casablanca,” Allyn replied. “Not that you’ve any right to ask.”
“Ah. That explains the Bogart, doesn’t it?”
“That’s all that happened,” Taglia interjected.
Quinn flipped the light switch outside his door. The hall lit up. Allyn stood in his untied robe, staring fixedly at Quinn. Taglia glanced at Allyn and blushed.
The guitarist looked at both of them and laughed. Allyn’s face flushed red, whether from anger or embarrassment Taglia couldn’t tell.

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