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Lynn Michaels – Evasive Maneuvers

With the scheduled 7/16/16 release date for Evasive Maneuvers #LoveandLies, we’re planning some fun events, giveaways, and more.

Facebook Party here!

Check back often for more info.

7/3/16 – 11 am to 10 pm Lynn Michaels guest hosts for release party
R. Paone, Love is Found at Love is Found Release Party

7/4/16 Cover Reveal for Evasive Maneuvers on
Hosted at Diverse Reader Blog

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Release day 7/16/16 Blog Tour info to follow…

 

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Release Blitz is ON…

Several blogs have blitzed for #Wanton… Here are all the links in one place.

I hope readers will go check them out for exclusive excerpts, interviews, giveaways and more… (yep, some reviews too!)

Check out the other posts on:

Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings Blog          MM Book Escape Blog

Diverse Reader Blog       Devine Magazine       bayou book junkie

Inked Rainbow Reads      Sue Brown Stories    Love Bytes

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Wanton – Lynn Michaels

The big release is this week!

The party is Saturday on Facebook – sponsored and hosted by Community Library page with three special guest hosts

Event Invite – Release Day Party!

Guest Hosts:

Nicole Dennis – Facebook Page – Nicole Dennis

Christa Tomlinson – christatomlinson.com

Sara York – Facebook Page – Sara York

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Pre-Order Now at:

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Print available now at:  Amazon – Paperback

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The Party is Coming…

The release party for Wanton by Lynn Michaels is coming April 16! For more details – go to the FaceBook Community Library page (link below) – LIKE the page and click on the pinned invite!  Love to see you there – for games/prizes, excerpts and fun!

Community Library Group

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NEW RELEASE FROM LYNN MICHAELS

Pre-order just went live on Amazon!

Wanton on Amazon

Wanton-CustomDesign-JayAheer2015-smallpreviewHere’s an excerpt:

Corey woke up curled against Jack, his nose cuddled in that warm spot where his arm met his back. The light hair tickled Corey’s nose. It was earlier than he normally woke and the room was still dark.

He kissed between his lover’s shoulder blades and rested his hand on Jack’s hip. The welts on his thighs stung and his ass ached inside and out. He shifted his hips in an effort to get comfortable, wanting to enjoy a few minutes of cuddling against Jack, but he didn’t want to wake him up with his tossing around. Finally, he propped his knee up on Jack’s thigh, and tried to relax into his pillow.

“You okay, baby?” Jack asked as he turned to face Corey.

Corey settled his knee back up on Jack’s leg after he turned. “No,” he whined. “These welts are stinging.”

“The viper bites, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at his little joke.

Corey buried his face in Jack’s chest. “Yes,” he muttered against Jack’s hot skin.

Jack’s hands ran over Corey’s shoulders then dove into his hair. Jack kissed his forehead and then sat up, leaving Corey to push himself back to his own pillow. “Lay on your back.” Jack snapped on the lamp on the side table.

“I can’t,” Corey groaned. His ass hurt too much.

“Why? Oh!”

Release day is 4/15 and Community Library is hosting a release party on 4/16  – here’s the links:

Release Party – 4/16

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Guest Hosts will be Christa Tomlinson, Nicole Dennis, and Sara York!

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Why Indie?

Friends and family have often asked me – why indie? Why don’t I try to get published with a traditional publisher? That way I would have more help. Well… it is a complicated answer.

#1 Primarily I don’t want to let go of control. I want the final say on how my books look/feel. I created Rubicon Fiction so that I could have control over the work. That means I have to do my own marketing, but authors at traditional or even small press publishers still have to do their own marketing. They may have help, but that doesn’t mean their exempt, particularly with social media.  Yet, they have to answer to editors and people that decide what their book’s cover should look like or deep changes in plot and character to fit a particular mold. I don’t.

But, that’s not the only reason.  The other reason is because I can and it makes sense economically.  Check out the latest report from Author Earnings:

Author Earnings Statistics

isCAWQYH58 Indies are taking over. While hoping I can move to a small press some day – I don’t really have to. I can continue to publish my own work – Sherri Jordan-Asble and Lynn Michaels – and except to do well in the market.

Traditional publishers have been slow to figure this out. I get that they are trying to save brick and mortar stores, but the cost of that is going to be their authors that decide they can make more money on their own – and they can!

So, while the big boys try and figure all of this out and ignore their potentially fastest growing revenue stream, the indie authors will just keep doing what we do. It didn’t concern us initially to be competing against tradition, or we wouldn’t have done it.

The main new insight I’ve seen in this report indicates that although I’m on the right path, that maybe I should be taking a more serious look at the audible market. Hmm…

 

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Lines on the Mirror – Available Now on Amazon – EXCERPT!!

Here’s an excerpt from Lines on the Mirror – now available on Amazon – by Lynn Michaels

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Chapter 6 – Reconnecting

When the phone rang, I almost dropped it, fumbling the damn cell in my fingers and finally tapping the screen. “Hello? Daltrey?” My voice sounded desperate and full of longing and hope. Could he hear that?

“Yeah. Martin? Marty?” Daltrey had been the only person ever to call me Marty and get away with it.

“Dal? You sound, uh, different.” Using our old nicknames felt surreal. Five years of longing collapsed into seconds. Images of our last moments together filled my head, bringing tears to my eyes again. My throat closed tight as I thought about how I stood in his driveway watching his mother’s car pull away. He looked back once and pushed his dark brown hair out of his eyes. I’d never seen such heartbreaking sadness on one face and I never wanted to see that desperation etched on there again.

His soft laughter brought me back to the present. “Well, you know, uh, it’s been, what, like five years?”

“Too long. I…” Could I tell him how much I’ve missed him? “You seem to be really doing great, Dal. I’m proud of you.” I swallowed down the emotion threatening to overtake me. Surely, this didn’t mean nearly as much to him as it did to me. He sounded confident, sure, and why shouldn’t he?

“Thanks,” he said, his voice soft, almost as high pitched as it used to be. Silence lingered for a moment, but before it could get awkward, he added, “So, um, like, what have you been up to? Five years? Wow!”

“I know. The usual. College. Programming degree.”

“Like your dad?” He was the only one who understood my relationship with my father, the only one that had a clue.

“Of course.” Without Daltrey there to help give me the strength I needed, I gave in easily to whatever Dad wanted. I didn’t have to tell him that. “It’s fine.” My voice was flat, anything but fine.

“Marty. I…” His words hung in the distorted air between us. When he spoke again, I was sure it wasn’t what he originally intended to say, and that hurt a little. We had always shared everything, but it had been too long and we didn’t even know each other anymore. “It was really good to hear from you. I, uh, never thought I would. You know?”

It was my turn to laugh, but my chuckle sounded forced. “Well, I met someone that knew of you through his mother.”

“Right, the Randall kid. I heard.” He laughed again and this time it sounded like cotton candy to a starving tongue. “This is, like, cool, right? I’m glad.”

“Me too. I’d like to—” I wanted to see him in person, to be able to touch his face, to hold him in my arms again, to push that stray hair out of his eyes, or just look at him. “I’d like to talk to you. More, I mean.”

“I’d like that too.”

Something eased in my chest. The panic I didn’t realize I’d been so close to backed off. Daltrey wasn’t going anywhere. We could talk and get to know each other again and play by our own rules for once. “I missed you, Dal.” The words slipped out before I’d realized what I said, but they were quiet and I wasn’t sure if he heard me.

“Ahh, Marty. I freakin’ missed you, too. I’m so-o-o glad you called.” He sounded glad, relieved even, but also hesitant. “Um, so, what was college like?”

After that we talked for hours. I told him about college and my parents and the black metal card my dad had slipped me after graduation and the crazy neighbors upstairs and my dick-boss at work. He’d heard of the company, Apex, and thought I’d made a good choice.

He told me about his art and how his mom took over the business side of things as soon as he started having success. She’d managed to get him with a great agent and he’d sold a lot of work overseas and now had a following in New York. He’d been in Boston over the weekend showing at a prominent gallery. He told me about his PA, Jenny, and how she’d squealed when he told her who I was. They were best friends.

Neither of us talked about relationships or who we might have been with. I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to know if he had a boyfriend or that he’d ever been with anyone but me, and I didn’t want him to know about my few anonymous bathroom sex guys I’d let fuck me over the years. I wanted us to be clean, to have a fresh start. Maybe he wanted that too, because he didn’t bring it up either.

Hours later, I knew I had to go. I really couldn’t afford to be late for work again. We said our goodbyes with promises to talk again later in the week.

I hung up reluctantly, then fell into bed and cried. I let out all the emotions that had been building as we spoke. I cried for the two boys that had been separated at the height of their love and what we could have been, and I cried for all that I wasn’t and probably would never live up to. I cried because Daltrey sounded lonely. I’d do anything to make him happy, keep him smiling like the golden memories I had of him. I cried because I probably couldn’t do that. I cried until I finally fell asleep.

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