Own Me by Brina Brady



Russian mobster Dmitri Dubrovsky weds former rent boy Brennen Brady.

Two husbands, deeply in love and lust, continue to doubt each other’s commitment and believe the worst. Dmitri’s possessiveness collides with Brennen’s jealousy and insecurity.

Brennen desires to fully submit and satisfy his husband’s every need, if only Dmitri would let him.

Everything is upended for the steamy couple when Dmitri’s ex-lover reveals a dangerous plot within the powerful Russian family’s organization. A series of events is set in motion that forces the pair to examine the depth of their devotion.

Dmitri’s secrets and lies, an effort to protect Brennen; lead to misunderstandings and conflicts. Through it all, the couple’s lust remains strong as they have blisteringly hot kinky sex at every opportunity.

Two husbands, still deeply in love and lust. Will that be enough when the family’s enemies bring the fight to their door?


This is the second part of the “Rent Me” series. I started reading this book and then realised I needed to read the first part to appreciate the dynamics and the plot. I am glad that I did… Wow…  The jealousy and the insecurity between Bren and Dmitri feel so real in this story. I honestly wanted to go and talk to them in a motherly way to help them. That is how much I was caught up in the story of these two. Dmitri and Bren are not only lovable but also charismatic. Let us not forget Viktor, who still loves Dmitri…ohh..he is so manipulative! The dynamics between them is very gripping. There are layers and layers of depth in the story, and I felt compelled to digest each line slowly,  because the more I understood the guys, the better I appreciated the” Rent Me” series.

The D/S part in the story is refreshingly different, and certainly very complex (please read the first story). I couldn’t help but love Bren who still seeks reassurance and love…That part is so powerful as you will see in the way Dmitri responds to his husband. There are other characters in the story which made me hope Brina Brady will continue to expand on the “Rent Me” series so that I can get to know the other characters more intimately within their own stories.

There is a lot of drama, passion and heightened emotions in this story…and my stars, the sizzling sex scenes are sensuous, and emotional . I really hope Dmitri and Bren will find their happy end , otherwise Brina will hear me crying my eyes out all the way from Australia. 5 stars

About the Author

I read and write M/M Gay Erotica/Romance novels.

I am a retired high school teacher with a Master’s Degree from California State University of Long Beach and UCLA.

I taught various high school subjects including the following:world history, math, Algebra, Careers, CAHSEE prep, Independent Studies,science, Adult School, Orientation, and even middle school for three years. Let’s not talk about the middle school experience. I prefer teaching high school seniors.

During the day, I read and write. I enjoy taking writing classes in my spare time.

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Excerpt, book trailer and giveaway: SUIT YOURSELF by Susan Mac Nicol

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Scarred both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident, twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott—and they’ll rebuild love from the bottom up.


Twenty-five year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the height of his career as “Nicky Starr,” fashion model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident. Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by Debussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the things he used to give and take on camera.

Enter Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired, heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recapturing a future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the bottom up.


Oliver’s arrived home horny and needs to relieve the tension…

The film, titled The War Whore, started and Oliver wondered if he was a narcissist watching his own movie. However, he wanted to see Adam in action, imagine it was Leslie above him, see those cobalt blue eyes staring into his as he fucked him. His cock rose and Oliver sighed in satisfaction as his hands got busy. There was something to be said about living alone and having the privacy to jack off in your own living room using the lube that was scattered around the place.

Through lazy eyes, he watched himself lying on a medieval divan, dressed in an opened leather waistcoat, chest hair showing. He remembered that those pants had been the most uncomfortable leather ones he’d ever worn. They were opened to show his cock upright and purpled, already glistening and definitely ready for the slave who stood in front of him. Adam smiled invitingly on screen and dropped his tunic to reveal an impressive dick and a slim, muscled body. He also had a backside that you could bounce coins off. The man’s arse had been bite-worthy, and Oliver’s mouth filled with saliva as he imagined what Leslie’s would be like. From what he’d seen today, the man had a tight, bubble arse and Oliver really wanted in.

Languid strokes to his cock made his pulse race; his mouth opened and his heavy breaths echoed in the room. He watched the events playing out on screen, as Adam straddled him and then rammed down on his cock with a fierce battle cry and began to bounce up and down like a yo-yo. Oliver closed his eyes and imagined that scene, but with Leslie in the slave role. Black bangs over blue eyes framed a face that was pale and delicate, yet with the strength of a man’s jaw and square cheekbones that made no mistake about the gender of the person currently riding Oliver’s cock.

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One of London’s up-and-coming chefs, Eddie Tripp has just the right recipe to drive tragedy from the mind of Gideon Kent—and leave him senseless with desire.


From Soho to Norwich, there’s no escaping love.


An award-winning chef with his own restaurant and an inexhaustible passion, Gideon Kent once had everything. Then came tragedy. It stole more than Gideon’s home. He hasn’t cooked since.

Until Eddie Tripp. Fun-loving and vivacious, the Norfolk redhead’s a real up-and-comer in Gideon’s kitchen—and other places. Slim where Gideon’s broad, easy-going where Gideon is growly, he and Gideon seem polar opposites, and yet Eddie conjures flavors that would tempt anyone with a taste for perfection. The sauce of love is already simmering, and this pair is about to dine on the most delicious dish they’ve ever prepared. Because Eddie’s been Gideon’s missing ingredient all along.

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The murder of a shared friend leads a high-profile investigator and a psychic into a mystery involving lies, blackmail, BDSM—and into each other’s arms.


From Charing Cross to Waterloo, there’s no escaping love.


28-year-old Draven Samuels has a tragic past, but as an investigator with a high-profile London company he now gets what he wants. Tough, sarcastic, and sceptical, he has no patience for lies and even less for people who waste his time. Even if they’re as beautiful as the wild and dark-haired Taylor Abelard. Especially when they’re talking over the body of a murder victim.


Psychic Taylor Abelard is used to people calling him a freak. He can see past events and feel the ghostly vibrations of people close to him who’ve passed on. It’s why he doesn’t get too close to the living. But this time, against his better judgment, despite Draven’s mocking rejoinders, Taylor will get closer than ever before. The mystery of a dead friend will lead the two men down a dark and seedy trail of blackmail and lies. Add in the heartbreak of a family tragedy, and events lead them straight into each other’s arms. By the end of this night, all their demons will have risen—and been banished with the dawn.

Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…
She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason.  She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.
Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good


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COVER REVEAL, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: The Pinch of the Game by Charley Descoteaux



Author Name: Charley Descoteaux 

Book Name: The Pinch of the Game

Release Date: June 24, 2015


Being a witch doesn’t mean one can beat the devil forever.

Jeffrey Overton, unemployed IT professional turned poker player, pushes his luck once too often and runs afoul of the host of an illegal card club. The man sent to escort Jeffrey to a “meeting” about his supernatural winning streak arrives at Jeffrey’s crappy North Portland apartment, lock-picking tools in hand and a charm to block Jeffrey’s magick.

Head muscle for said host, Mike Wells, is a Daisy from Daisyville. He isn’t a witch. What he lacks in magickal talent he makes up for in brawn, so he doesn’t expect the guy he’s after to overpower him. But once Mike renders Jeffrey helpless, he’d rather seduce him than bring him in.

Jeffrey and Michael ditch the “meeting” and end up hunting some of the same people they ran from, trying to get Jeffrey back into his own body. And that’s only part of the adventure. The pair travel halfway across the country on the quietest road trip in history and find missing people, empire-building witches, and maybe even the families they’d both thought lost to them.



If Sal had sent someone after me, a short trip up to Seattle might be a good idea, maybe even BC. That called for some new clothes, so I grabbed my battered gym bag—my quick escape kit—and was almost home free when the kitchen door burst open. It would’ve been dumb to turn off the light when the goomba first went to work on the lock—I can’t see any better in the dark than your average Daisy, not when I’m blocked. Once that massive body filled the doorway, I wished I had. Wished I’d done something.

He hesitated, barely a moment, and I bolted for the front door. He grabbed me before I made it out of the kitchen and pinned both of my arms to my sides. It wouldn’t work, I knew that, but I still tried to burn his hands. All I needed was enough time to—fuck, is he laughing?

“Give it up, pretty boy. You’re blocked.”

The big man pushed me against the wall face-first and pulled both hands behind my back.

“Hey, wait a sec, big guy. Let’s talk about this. I can—”

He pushed me flat against the wall, and the rest of that sentence disappeared in the rush of air he squeezed from my lungs. I couldn’t help being turned on, even though pain and domination usually aren’t my thing. Neither are bears, but underneath the padding he felt nice and solid, leaning full against me. He tightened a plastic zip tie around my wrists with shaking hands. And then he held me there.



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Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

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Blog tour, Excerpt and Giveaway! Coffee Cake by Michaela Grey

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Title: Coffee Cake

Author: Michaela Grey

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson

Length: 220 Pages/67000 words

Release Date: 11th May, 2015

Blurb: Bran Kendrick never expected to fall in love. He’s asexual, after all. What chance does he have of finding someone who’ll see past that? So when Malachi Warren catches his eye, Bran tells himself his crush will pass. Malachi disagrees. He has been attracted to Bran for some time, something he is delighted to find Bran reciprocating. They begin to date and feel their way through an intimate relationship that meets both their needs.

Suddenly Bran finds himself juggling a new boyfriend, a demanding job, and a college degree he’s not sure he wants, but he couldn’t be happier—until a series of seemingly random accidents befall Malachi. When they escalate, Bran realizes someone is trying to take away the best thing that ever happened to him, and he must scramble to keep Malachi safe while they search for the would-be killer.


EVEN IN early September, Vermont meant that Saturday morning dawned crisp and cool, and Bran tugged on his favorite beanie and scarf before making the trek across campus to the Grind, the tiny coffee shop that was his main source of income.

He couldn’t help the smile that flickered across his face when he walked into the kitchen, breathing in the smells of bread, cinnamon, almonds, and toasted sugar. He could feel the tension draining from his shoulders as he mentally flipped through the list of things he needed to do before he opened the café.

Start the blueberry muffins first. They can bake while I put together the topping for the coffee cake. Sweet-talk the cappuccino maker into starting up and leave yet another note for Naomi about getting a new one. Put the croissants in the oven last; I really need to set aside a couple of days to perfect making those myself so I can actually recommend them with a clear conscience. Call Katie and find out where the hell she is and why I’m here alone again.

CoffeeCakeFSHe spent the morning making cappuccinos, espressos, and Americanos for the students who straggled in, bleary-eyed and hungover from the night before. He knew a lot of them—it wasn’t a large college, after all—and he dispensed smiles and the occasional aspirin along with the blueberry muffins and croissants.

When the bell jingled midmorning, Bran was in the back. He was handling the store alone, since Katie had phoned in sick.

“Be right there!” he called. He tugged a tray of muffin batter out of the massive refrigerator and slid it into the industrial-size oven before wiping his hands on his apron and hurrying back into the storefront.

Only to slam on the brakes and stare at Malachi leaning against the counter, smiling at him.

“Um,” Bran said eloquently.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Malachi agreed. “What’s good this morning?”

Bran dragged his brain into gear. “The, uh, coffee cake is decent. I made it myself. Or the blueberry muffins. I don’t recommend the croissants—we don’t make them in-house.”

“Coffee cake sounds good, Bran! Can I have a hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles with that, please?”

“Sure,” Bran said, and he moved to obey, mind whirling.

Malachi leaned on the counter and watched him, and Bran still couldn’t figure out what to say.

“Did you go to any good parties last night?” Malachi asked, and Bran jumped.

“I, uh, no,” Bran said, cursing his fumbling tongue. “Had to study. I don’t… party much.” And there goes any chance of Malachi wanting to get to know me, he thought a little despairingly.

“I know what you mean,” Malachi said, and Bran turned to stare at him, nearly dropping the coffee cake. Malachi lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, I party plenty, don’t get me wrong. But this English class is kicking my ass, and I can’t seem to get my head wrapped around it.”

“Do you have a study group?”

“I did,” Malachi said, popping a toothpick in his mouth. “But we went our separate ways at the end of last year, and I haven’t found anyone else to work with yet.”

“You should talk to Dave,” Bran said, and then he wanted to kick himself. Why hadn’t he volunteered himself? He could study with a senior, couldn’t he?

“Dave’s a great guy,” Malachi agreed, “but what about you?”

Bran did drop the coffee cake that time, and stood there staring at the mess on the floor for way too long. Idiot. He went to his knees and began picking up shards of pottery.

“You okay down there?” Malachi asked.

“Fine,” Bran said, and then he gasped as he sliced his hand on a sharp edge, blood welling up and then dripping onto the mangled coffee cake on the floor.

Malachi rounded the counter and pushed Bran away from the wreckage, gripping his wrist. “You idiot, what were you thinking?” His voice was warm with concern, and Bran couldn’t think of anything but how gentle Malachi’s hand was on his skin.

Malachi reached up, grabbed a clean towel from the counter, and wrapped it around Bran’s hand with deft movements. Then he stood up. “Stay there,” he told him, and disappeared.

Bran obeyed, resting his head against the cabinet. Dimly, he heard Malachi’s voice and the jingle of the coffee shop door. Silence fell.

That was that, then. Bran sighed. He was a klutz, and he’d scared off the cutest boy he’d ever seen by being a fumbling idiot who didn’t know how to talk to people like a normal person.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Malachi appeared above him again.

“Whoa, hey, easy there!” Malachi said, grabbing his shoulder.

“I… thought you left,” Bran said, then wanted to kick himself.

“Nah, I closed the shop. Kicked out the few people savoring their muffins and locked the doors behind ’em. We’ve got the place to ourselves. Now get up, c’mon, we need to clean that wound and bandage it properly.” He steadied Bran by the arm as he levered himself to his feet, holding the red-soaked towel aloft with a grimace.

“Not feeling faint from blood loss, are you?” Malachi asked, steering him toward the back.

Bran shook his head. He was light-headed but it wasn’t blood loss. It was the firm hand that held his arm, steadying him as he led Bran to the bathroom, and the concern in those bright brown eyes.

Malachi opened the bathroom door and tugged Bran inside. It was a tiny room, and Bran held his breath at his proximity to the other young man. Malachi turned on the sink and unwrapped the towel with careful fingers. Bran hissed as it pulled at the edges of the gash, and Malachi winced.

“Sorry, kiddo,” he murmured. He dropped the bloody towel on the floor and held Bran’s hand under the running water, tightening his grip when Bran involuntarily pulled back at the stinging pain. “Gotta clean it out,” he reminded him. “Where’s your first-aid kit?”

“Under the sink,” Bran managed through his teeth.

Malachi fumbled for it one-handed, his soft hair brushing Bran’s arm as he bent down, and Bran swallowed hard.

Malachi came up triumphantly with the kit clutched in his fist and set it on the edge of the sink. After turning off the faucet, he gave Bran a gentle push toward the closed toilet lid.

“Sit. I’m gonna put my astounding first-aid skills to work here, and I don’t need you passing out halfway through. I need constant positive feedback or I shrivel up and die, you know.”

Bran huffed a laugh and sat down. “Are you a trained medical professional?” he teased, and Malachi grinned at him.

“Nah, I just play one on TV.” He examined the edges of the wound, tsking to himself. “The bleeding’s almost stopped, and I don’t think it’ll need stitches, but I can take you to the emergency room if you want?”

Bran’s head swam at the thought of having that long with Malachi, of being in a car with him, having his attention, but he shook his head regretfully.

“I can’t leave the store,” he said. “There’s muffins in the oven and, I have a lot more to bake, and Naomi would kill me if I took off now, especially since Katie’s not here to cover.”

“Sense of duty, huh?” Malachi said as he pressed gauze into place and began to wrap the wound. “I like that in a man.”

Bran blinked. Was Malachi… flirting with him? He fumbled for something to say, something witty, something that would make Malachi laugh, but then the moment passed, and Malachi was standing back to admire his handiwork.

“I can’t guarantee you’ll play the piano again,” he said, “But you’ll be able to impress all the girls with your wicked scar, so that’s something, right?”

“I’m not… interested in girls,” Bran mumbled, ducking his head.

There was silence from above him for a moment, and then Malachi laughed quietly. “Neither is my brother. Me, I figure the more the merrier.”

“What, like threesomes?” Bran said, then nearly clapped his hand over his mouth.

Malachi snorted. “No, I mean I don’t care what someone has down their pants. Attraction, for me, isn’t based on gender. But Tris is like you: he’s gay. Although he’s also the most socially awkward dude I’ve ever met, so if he ever gets a boyfriend, I may keel over in shock.”

“I’m not gay either,” Bran blurted. He wanted to run, to hide and never look at the young man standing in front of him, but at the same time a weird feeling of relief was stealing over him. Malachi was the first person he’d told. Come what may, he’d admitted to someone what he was, and that was a step forward, no matter how Malachi reacted.

Malachi was utterly still above him, and Bran swallowed hard. This was it, the part where Malachi told him to have a nice life and took off back to his normal friends.

Malachi tilted Bran’s chin up, and Bran’s eyes widened as he met his gaze.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, kiddo. So you’re ace?”

Bran nodded jerkily.

Malachi smiled at him. “Are you aromantic too?”

“I, uh….” Bran floundered for words.

“Haven’t gotten that far in your research yet?” Malachi winked at him. “Look it up. We can talk about it when we get together to study tomorrow.”

Bran stared at him. When had they agreed to that?

“In the meantime, you have a coffee shop to run, so let’s get you back to it, shall we?” He flapped his hands at him until Bran took the hint and stood up, feeling a mile tall as he towered over the shorter man. Malachi just tilted his head back and grinned up at him. Then he shooed him out of the bathroom and back into the store, where he grabbed a chair from the dining area and dragged it behind the counter.

“Sit,” he said firmly, and he cocked an eyebrow when Bran hesitated. “You can’t serve food with an open wound, kiddo. So you’re going to direct me and work the register, and I’m gonna run this place for you.”

Bran just stared at him as Malachi grabbed the dustpan and began cleaning up the coffee cake mess on the floor.

Malachi whistled as he cleaned and then opened the front door, and Bran stayed quiet and watched him, head swimming.

Malachi hadn’t run. He hadn’t disappeared when Bran had told him what he was. Why not? Bran was different, not normal. Malachi couldn’t possibly be interested in Bran, so why was he still hanging around?

Malachi snapped his fingers, and Bran blinked, looking up.

“You’ve got a customer, kid, and the oven just dinged at me. Either it’s flirting with me, or the muffins inside are done. Could go either way. What do you want me to do?”

Bran gathered his thoughts. “Um, get the muffins out, put the tray on the cooling rack back there, and set the timer for five minutes. Then you’ll take them out of the tray, but they need to set up a bit before you do that or they’ll collapse.”

Malachi winked. “You got it.”

He disappeared, and Bran stood up to take the first customer’s order with a smile on his face.


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Author PicMichaela Grey told stories to put herself to sleep since she was old enough to hold a conversation in her head. When she learned to write, she began putting those stories down on paper. She and her family reside in the Texas hill country with their cats, and she is perpetually on the hunt for peaceful writing time, which her four children make difficult to find.

When she’s not writing, she’s knitting while watching TV or avoiding responsibilities on Tumblr, where she shamelessly ogles pretty people and tries to keep her cat off the keyboard.


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Cover reveal and Giveaway! Hard as Stone, Gale Force, Deep Plunge, Firestorm by Rory Ni Coileain



Stone, Gale Force, Deep Plunge, Firestorm


Rory Ni Coileain

Release Date: May 20, May 27, June 3, June 10
Categories: Erotica, Fantasy, M/M Romance, Romance, Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Riverdale Avenue Books
Cover Artist: Insatiable Designs


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Hard as Stone FinalHARD AS STONE

Tiernan Guaire was exiled from the Fae Realm a century and a half ago for his brother’s murder. His soul torn in half, he lives by his vows—never to trust, never to love. And if he can only be whole by finding and loving the human with the other half of his soul? He’s content to live broken and half-souled.

Kevin Almstead’s future, the career he’s worked for as long as he can remember, has been taken away by a vote of the partners at his law firm. Chance brings him to Purgatory, the hottest all-male nightclub in Washington, D.C., to a meeting with a Fae, with long blond hair, ice-blue eyes, and a smile promising pleasures he’s never dreamed of. But there’s no such thing as chance.

But Tiernan isn’t the only one to find Kevin in Purgatory. The most ancient enemy of the Fae race sees in the handsome lawyer a way to destroy the world from which it, too, was exiled. And only the strength of a true SoulShare bond can keep it from what it seeks.


Gale Force FinalGALE FORCE

Conall Dary is the mightiest mage born to the Fae race in more than two thousand years, ever since the Sundering of the Fae and human worlds. But that power condemns him to an untouched, virginal life—sex calls to power, and his power is enough to drain the magick, the life, from his entire world. Exiled from the Realm for refusing to turn his talent to service a Noble’s petty revenge fantasies, his soul is torn in two and his magickal gifts blocked.

Josh LaFontaine is a gifted tattoo artist with a heart of gold. While doing a good turn for an ex-boyfriend, he’s stunned when a gorgeous red-haired twink appears out of nowhere at his feet during New York City’s Pride march.

The Marfach was thwarted in its first attempt to capture a Fae. But when a terrible accident separates Conall and Josh before they bond, it’s a race to see who finds the mage first, the monster who will use him as a weapon to destroy his race, or his SoulShare.


Deep Plunge FinalDEEP PLUNGE

More than two thousand years ago, the healer Lochlann Doran was the first Fae to leave the Realm after the Sundering of the Fae and human worlds. After centuries of wandering the human world, seeking his SoulShare, he has spent all his magick, and lost all his hope.

Garrett Templar is the star pole dancer at Purgatory, the hottest gay nightclub in Washington, D.C. If his past hadn’t taught him the futility of hope, his present surely would; HIV-positive since age 18, his illness has suddenly and inexplicably mutated into drug-impervious AIDS.

A SoulShare bond with Garrett may give Lochlann back his magick, his gift of healing. But it also might kill him. And if he survives the return of his magick, the Marfach and its host are waiting to use the dancer as bait in a deadly trap. Only an impossible love can save them both.

And everyone knows Fae don’t love….


Firestorm FinalFIRESTORM

Rian Sheridan is a foundling, a Falls Road corner boy, whose world went up in flames beside an Orangemen’s bonfire of hatred last July the Twelfth. A pain he barely remembers is a siren’s call, taunting him, daring him to find its source and lose himself to it. And he searches in the only place he knows, the S&M underground of Belfast.

Cuinn an Dearmad is the last surviving Fae Loremaster. He’s just seen the beginning of the death of the Realm, the home of the Fae race and their haven from the twisted evil of the Marfach. The only hope of saving the Realm starts with finding the Prince Royal of Fire he himself stole from the cradle, sent through the Pattern, and lost in the human world, many years ago. He has a few guesses about where that hope ends, none of which bode well for him.

Rian and Cuinn are an impossible pairing, two SoulShared Fae. Any two Fae strike sparks, but these two Fae are an explosive combination. Drawn into an escalating series of sexual collisions, their passion will save—or destroy—two worlds.


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Rory Ni Coileain majored in creative writing, back when Respectable Colleges didn’t offer such a major, so she had to design it herself. Her university boasted one professor willing to teach creative writing, he being a British surrealist who went nuts over students writing dancing bananas in the snow but did not take well to high fantasy. She graduated Phi Beta Kappa at the age of nineteen despite him, sent off her first short story to an anthology being assembled by an author she idolized, got shot down in flames, and found other things to do, such as going to law school, ballet dancing (at more or less the same time), and nightclub singing, for the next thirty years or so, until her stories started whispering to her. Now she’s a legal editor and the mother of a budding filmmaker, and is busily wedding her love of myth and legend to her passion for m/m romance.


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Interview, Excerpt and Giveaway! Hush by Jude Sierra




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Wren is one of “the gifted”—a college sophomore with the power to compel others’ feelings and desires. He uses his power as a game of sexual consent until Cameron, a naïve freshman, enters his life. As Cameron begins to understand his sexuality and gain confidence under Wren’s tutelage, Wren grows to recognize new and unexpected things about himself. Can their game become a relationship as the power shifts from teacher to student?

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Good morning Jude! We’re so glad you could join us today. There is magically 25 hours in a day. What would you do with the extra hour?

Thank you for having me, I’m thrilled to be here!

If I had an extra hour in the day, I’d  be reading. I’m a total bookaholic, I cannot not read. I’m going to grad school in the fall for an MA in writing and rhetoric in American culture,  so I have some idea that that’s going to eat up a lot of my time. An extra hour in the day just for me to get lost in books and other worlds – my heaven.

Who would you want to have as a stripper at your birthday party?

Oh man. This is hard because I don’t know that I’d ever get over my embarrassment! I’ve never seen anyone strip. It’s crazy, because I write erotica, but the sight of naked people is often too much for me, I’m so very in my head. Explicit TV shows are often hard, although Game of Thrones and Outlander are converting me. My best friend and I actually have had a pact since we were 16 that if anyone ever tried to make us go to a strip club, we’d drop everything to save each other!  If I *had* to, I’d probably pick Matt Bomer or Natalie Dormer; let’s be honest, these are people you’d never kick out of bed.

If you could snap your fingers and have an invention to do anything you want, what would you want it to do?

A dishwasher unloader. I cannot stand unloading the dishes. I don’t even know why. I like cleaning the kitchen, and I don’t mind loading. But I avoid unloading until it becomes a problem of backed up dishes in my kitchen. My kitchen is tiny and it doesn’t take long for it to become a hazardous wasteland.

If you were a candy bar what would you taste like?

Sweet, creamy and smooth. That sounds very dirty, but I swear it’s not intended to be. I’m generally a sweet person, and pretty predictable. But not boring, so a delicious finish. Obviously, it would need to include chocolate and caramel.

Do you have a library card and know where it is?

I do! I have a beat up one on my car key chain. I’m about to take my kids to the library later today. Oh it’s heaven, it has a great kids play area, and a used book sale section where you can get great classics for $1 or less!

Thank you so much for stopping by. We loved having you!

Thank you so much for having me. This was so much fun!



Wren looks… different. His eyes are wide in what seems almost like surprise. His lips, darker than Cam’s ever seen them, tremble. Cam doesn’t need any of Wren’s abilities to catch that Wren is overwhelmed. The only thing Cam knows how to offer is what he himself would want.

“Kiss me?” he asks.

Beautifully, Wren doesn’t resist. His clothes are rough against Cam’s skin all those zippers are so cold where Cam radiates heat. When Wren drapes himself on top of Cam, his body is heavier than Cam had imagined. Wren kisses Cam softly, seeking something, and Cam wants to believe it’s from a feeling of closeness, something sweet like the gratitude he feels right now. He cannot believe he just did that—that he let Wren do that. Hulled and shaking, Cam lets his hands wander because even after that perfect storm of pleasure, there is an itch under his skin for more.


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Jude Sierra first began writing poetry as a child in her home country of Brazil. Still a student of the form, she has expanded her repertoire with her first novel, Hush.

She began writing long-form fiction by tackling her first National Novel Writing Month project in 2007, and in 2011 began writing in online fan communities, where her stories have thousands of readers.

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99 cent sale: Dance with Destiny by Sloan Johnson

Got to love a quality novel for under a dollar! This week only so hurry!

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Tony DeLuca has to get to New York, nor’easter be damned. His older sister is getting married and it won’t matter to her if the entire east coast is shut down if it means she’s short a groomsman. She’s the only reason he’s willing to make the trip home to face a father who’s never forgiven him for wasting a perfectly good degree to become a firefighter. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to everything about Tony that his father will never accept.

Dominic Tricoli’s living his dream. He’s spent the past few years working to mesh his business degree and love of the outdoors into a thriving company, providing team building retreats for some of the country’s largest corporations. Unfortunately, there’s a price to pay for happiness, and having someone to come home to at night is the sacrifice Dominic made.

When Dominic overhears Tony’s plight, he’s drawn to help the man get to New York City. Little does Dominic know that one kind gesture will awaken a side of him he’s ignored for far too long. Against his better judgment, he gives in to his desires and Tony’s advances. Just for the night.

When destiny steps in, giving him another chance with the charismatic man who saved his hide, Tony’s willing to do whatever it takes to earn Dominic’s forgiveness and understanding. There may not be forever, but Tony’s determined to enjoy every single minute he’s given with Dominic.

You can’t fight fate. Whatever’s meant to happen, eventually will.

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GUEST POST with GIVEAWAY: Making Men by Sam Standish

Too busy to read a guest post? You’ll kick yourself if you miss this one :) Sam Standish has joined us to talk about his new novel. The post makes really interesting reading with some links to some excellent (must be kept under a link) photos. Make sure you follow Sam’s Tumblr too. I checked it out and you won’t be disappointed! Unless of course, you don’t like naked men. :) Plus don’t forget to enter the giveaway.


Greetings, all! I am very excited to be sharing today an interesting piece of my experience writing and marketing my novel Making Men. As well as a realization that it all led to.

In the course of publicizing Making Men, I became a pornographer. I did not foresee this. I had created a “Sam Standish” page on Facebook and shared sexy pictures of men. I embarked on a blog tour, revealing details of my sexual history and fantasies. But it’s when I went on Twitter and Tumblr that a flood of cocks and abs and butts overcame me, and I had to keep the flood flowing to others (along with repeated posts of my cover image and links to blog appearances like this one). I sort through dozens of pictures, finding what to retweet and reblog. The onslaught has begun to bore me, or some of it has, and so it has made me think about what I really like in men. Bored with the ripped and the rock-hard and the scowling, I have become a fan of tumblrs devoted to average bodies (dadbods) and small and/or soft dicks. After all, the characters in Making Men have average bodies. Wait. You’re kidding. Average bodies in an erotic novel?? Yes. It’s their hearts and souls that are exceptional. I always wanted it to be like that. I want it to be like that in any future erotic fiction I write.

Anyway, getting back to the visual, I was actually surprised that soft dicks are a major thing, with many tumblrs and blogs devoted to them. Other people thought like I did, but I wasn’t even sure how I thought. So I thought about how I thought about bodies and dicks.

Professional photos of hard bodies often tire me because they have layers of defenses. First, all that unnecessary muscle. Then the meticulous manscaping that may subtract hair but that adds a layer of alienating perfection. Then PhotoShop. The men end up looking like they were made of brushed aluminum or plastic. In erotic photos, men may display the ultimate defense: the erection. Many guys seem not to have a relationship, a connection with their erect penises. They put them up like walls and scowl out from behind them at us. No wonder I began to love guys, especially amateur guys, who go naked before the camera—or are pleasantly surprised by it—all guileless, grinning and soft. Like this guy. Or these two. Caught by a lover or friend. Posing a bit awkwardly. Not caring what anyone thinks. Guys who are smiling, for God’s sake! Leaping, running, swimming, playing. Like these guys. Or this one. I don’t know really these men or the circumstances of their being photographed, but I like to think these guys are free not just of cares and clothes, but, on a beautiful day in a beautiful setting, of any absurd preoccupations that their endowments matter.

I have begun to look less the turn-on in pictures and more for emotional content: joy, pride, openness, desire. I don’t eliminate large endowments, but some put me off. Some are too for me to imagine doing anything with them very easily. Some look PhotoShopped. Some are out of proportion with the bodies to which they are attached. But if a guy is enjoying his cock, if he is relating to it manfully, I don’t care what the size, big or small. On the small-dick sites, some of those guys look like they’re having a great time. I do not eliminate hard-ons, either, but I prefer photos—of which there are few—in which the man truly has a relationship with his erection. You know a man is a good lover when you look at him erect and indeed think of it as him being erect, not just his cock. This guy comes as close as any I’ve seen to being one with his erection—revealing himself through it, not defending himself with it. I want him to fuck me. He looks like he wants to fuck me. Not impress me or beat me down. (My tumblr, by the way, is here, with many more pictures like these and some more traditional. After all, big or small, hard or soft, ultimately it’s ultimately not the dick, but the man.)

How does this relate to Making Men? When I sat down to write erotica, I wanted to portray sex as a vehicle for deep, passionate love, and I wanted to portray deep passionate love as a vehicle—as the vehicle—for unveiling our most intimate desires, needs, beliefs, vulnerabilities, even flaws. To uncover yourself as a whole person, every time. This is easier to do physically than to do emotionally and spiritually. You forget your physical flaws in the moment. Your raw needs and passions abide in you always, and each new day with the loved one is an opportunity to dissemble or reveal. Most of us do both. It can be a rare treat to let a twisted desire fly out in the presence of the one before whom we feel most vulnerable. Making Men has two scenes (at least, maybe more; I tend to forget what I’ve written!) in which men fear their bodies will disappoint their lovers. In both cases the fears are unfounded. Myself, I do not reveal much about the characters’ bodies. It’s the enlargement of the heart and spirit that matters to me, more than the engorgement of cocks. Although, since I make the penis a symbol of the male spirit, the penises in my book stay very hard for very long, and they ejaculate wildly. And holes are opened gladly and semen taken hungrily. Just as I imagine it is by some of the men whose pictures I have shared with you.

I thank you for reading today, and thanks to Nic. You’re a sweetheart, and I appreciate the opportunity greatly! Good luck, everyone, with the giveaway. Whether you win or not, please read Making Men. Thanks!



SAM STANDISH lives on the edge of a dark forest by a mighty river. Making Men is his first novel.

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Three passionate men. Tony and Kevin are older and have learned to give, body and soul, till it hurts. Into their lives comes another young man, wanting desperately to give and to take all he can. Together these three will reach heights they never imagined. And each will discover for himself where he has to go next. This is a tale of devotion and transcendence. A tale of young male bodies. A tale unlike any other you have ever read.


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GUEST POST: Wayward Son by Shae Connor

Today we are joined by Shae Connor on the last stop of the tour for Wayward Son. Shae shares with us some of the background in getting the exact covers for the “Sons” books. There’s also a great giveaway.

Wayward Son

by Shae Connor

Sequel to Unfortunate Son

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After his move to Atlanta and away from the influence of his conservative parents, Mikey O’Malley finally feels free to be himself: art student, aspiring animator, and out gay man. He has friends, a new job, and not one, but two men interested in him. Cory Lassiter and Jimmy Black have been a happy couple for years, occasionally bringing a twink into their bed, but only for a brief roll in the hay. When Mikey meets the pair, the attraction is immediate, and it runs three ways. Mikey just can’t believe they’d have room in their lives for a permanent addition.

When Mikey’s newfound life is shattered by a lawsuit that accuses him of molesting a child years earlier, he’s determined to face his troubles on his own, but Cory and Jimmy are just as determined that he not have to go it alone. To reconcile his need for independence and his desire for love, Mikey has to learn that being a man isn’t just about standing on your own two feet. It’s about letting yourself lean on the ones who love you.

Guest Post: A Book and Its Cover

Great big thanks to my hosts for welcoming the last (but never least!) stop on my blog tour for Wayward Son. Today, I’m talking about one of my favorite subjects—cover art.

I’ll admit: I’m a bit of a cover art snob. Well, maybe that’s not the best way to put it, but I do have strong feelings about book covers. I know what I like and what I don’t, but mostly when I see them. A good artist can sell me on something I never would’ve considered.

One of the best things about publishing with Dreamspinner Press has been the cover art. From the way the staff involves the author in the process (something that’s unheard of with many publishers) to the beauty of the finished products, Dreamspinner does cover art right.

For Wayward Son, I knew we’d be working from the same template as Unfortunate Son, a design by the amazing Paul Richmond that I loved.

I didn’t have a cover model this time around, though, so I went looking for stock art that I thought might work. I found the model I wanted on Shutterstock long before the book was finished and sent it in with the cover art information sheet. I was thrilled when Paul told me he could use that exact photo! It’s absolutely my Mikey, right down to the blue hoodie he wears in the book.

This series also has a little something extra in addition to the front cover image. For Unfortunate Son, Paul had also introduced a design element on the back cover for the paperback: a shot of Evan’s tattoo. To carry over that concept again, I suggested pencils and a sketchpad for Mikey, who’s an art student. Once again, Paul came through. :)

Book three, I’m afraid, may be a little more difficult to complete. I’ve been searching for the right model to be Shaun, but it’s tough. Shaun is black, and sadly, images for diverse characters are hard to find. But I know Paul, and I know that between the two of us we’ll find the perfect image.

First, though, I need to finish the book, so I’m back to it! Enjoy Wayward Son, and I’ll see y’all again next time around!


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Shae ConnorShae Connor lives in Atlanta, where she’s a lackadaisical government worker for a living and writes sweet-hot romance under the cover of night. She’s been making things up for as long as she can remember, but it took her a long time to figure out that maybe she should try writing them down. She’s conned several companies into publishing her work and adds a new notch on her bedpost each time another story is unleashed onto an unsuspecting universe.

A member of the Romance Writers of America and the Rainbow Writers chapter, Shae was first published in 2010 and has a lineup of short stories, novellas, and novels available from Dreamspinner Press, Wilde City Press, MLR Press, and Amber Allure.

Shae is part Jersey, part Irish, and all Southern, which explains why she never shuts up. When she’s not chained to her laptop, she enjoys cooking, traveling, watching baseball, and reading voraciously, and she’s an annual volunteer for the Dragon Con on-site publication, the Daily Dragon. You can find her hanging out on Twitter most any time @shaeconnor, but for the more direct route, you can email her at or visit her website at


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INTERVIEW: Mending Fences by Nya Rawlins

Nya Rawlins has just released Mending Fences, book 6 in her Crow Creek series.  She joins us for an interview.

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Congratulations on the recent release of your story! It must have been a very exciting time to release your latest story. We were hoping you could share a little of your experience with your fans.

Firstly, can we talk about the cover of this story. Can you share with us a little about the cover design process, because all the covers in the series perfectly chosen telling something about the characters and the story.

Nya: My cover artist is the talented Sessha Batto. She and I have worked together for a long time, beginning way back in the dark ages when I was a publisher. We seem to be on the same wavelength when it comes to expressing the feel for each book. I choose the male models (photos, not live ones!) and sometimes the background. It helps that I have horses and a “Western-looking” landscape so I can use my own photo shoots (saves a bit of money doing that). Miss Winnie and young master Czar have figured prominently on a couple of the covers in the series.

For Mending Fences, it was an easy choice to include a Wyoming fence line along a lonely dirt road that reflected the journey of one of my favorite characters in all my books. Sessha uses the same color palette, along with layout, to give all the covers in the series a distinctive look.

Where did the inspiration for the series and also for this particular 6th story come from?

Nya: Wyoming and Colorado are like my second homes. I’ve spent many happy times packing into the mountains, riding the high country, and exploring just about every square mile you can reach, on and off-road. One of my best friends, sadly passed away, had a ranch near Laramie, Wyoming. I visited her many times over the years, learning the history and soaking up the lore of the west. I also had a rare opportunity to participate in a local rodeo as a barrel racer (no, I did not set any speed records, but I did stay on and completed three runs). And since cowboys have always been my heroes, it seemed natural to write about what I know and love so dearly. As for Mending Fences, it was the story that surprised me. I thought I would cap off the Crow Creek series with Flankman, but readers kept asking about Ben. When does Ben get his HEA? I guess that bad boy was listening because he kept whispering in my ear, teasing me until I gave up and gave in. I’m so happy I did.

Can you tell us a little about your characters, Ben and Matt?

Nya: Ben is the kind of person who wears his heart on his sleeve. He and Oak grew up together, came out together, and had each other’s backs when their respective families kicked them to the curb. He’s carried a torch for Oak most of his life. Ben is irreverent, has a wicked sense of humor, and is the one man you can count on when the going gets tough. And though he loves people and fits in wherever he goes, at heart he is a loner who wants nothing more than to give himself to the right person. Throughout the series, Ben has come up short in finding that person. While Ben is open and friendly with everyone, Matt is more of an introvert. He and Ash (Oak’s partner and husband) were boyhood friends. Growing up hiding who they were was hard on both men. Matt made a few poor choices as a teen but hoped to redeem himself by following Ash’s lead and joining the military. For eight years, he had a distinguished career until one mistake outed him and destroyed both his career and his self-esteem. When Matt returned to Crow Creek, it was to settle old scores and to try to find a measure of peace. He hadn’t planned on finding a man like Ben Kincaid who understood what it was like to live in the shadow of heartbreak.

Are there any secrets from the book (that aren’t in the blurb), you can share with your readers?

Nya: Ben is a bit of a revelation in Mending Fences. Generally, he jumps in where others fear to tread, but with Matt he’s not nearly so willing to dive in the deep end like he usually does. Yes, Ben’s tremendously attracted to Matt, but he’s also been hurt so much that he’s finally learned to step back, take it slow, and let someone else lead the way for a change. And the single most important lesson he can learn—that you can love someone and still let them go—is pivotal in bringing these two men together.

Will you be writing another edition to the series?

Nya: I have a Christmas novella in mind, a reunion of all the characters, plus a few surprises on how life has unfolded for one couple especially. I can tell you there will be a very special pony and a little magic involved.

Can you please tell us a little bit about yourself? How do you spend your time when you are not writing?

Nya: Tending to the two horses (Mr. Bob and Czar) and the Hens from Hell, the three parakeets, and the love of my life, Little Miss Mayhem (my rescue kitty, for those who don’t know her) are what I do when I’m not writing. I’m retired from a high pressure job, so the fact I can pick and choose what I want to do with each day is a gift I take very seriously. I also love to cook, read and write reviews (for GGR-Reviews and my own site). I have a son transitioning to become my daughter, a most joyful and tremendously brave thing to do. It’s terrifying and exciting and fearsome watching her become the person she’s always wanted to be. And I am very, very proud of her.

Do you write other genres? If you do, where do you find your inspiration?

Nya: I’m a people watcher. I like nothing better than to lurk and listen. A stray word, an expression on someone’s face, a memory—all this is fodder for my stories. I do write in several different genres: YA fantasy, crime, M/F romantic comedy, paranormal, dark urban fantasy, and even science fiction romance. My characters rent apartments inside my head. They are like a Greek chorus, always demanding my attention, always surprising me with the twists and turns in their stories. I’m not sure where they came from, but I’m delighted they choose me to set down literary roots.

Can you tell us what you find the most challenging as a writer?

Nya: What’s tremendously challenging for me is to listen to my characters without prejudice, to give them the respect they deserve, and to make sure they are real, not stereotypes or cardboard mockups. Given I tend to be on the opinionated side, it’s not always easy to step back and let my characters develop at their own pace, with their own agendas, and their own way of working through the difficulties life throws at all of us. To do that, I truly have to be just the scribe, scribbling or typing as fast as I can, without inserting my own waggling finger and thou shalts into the mix. We argue now and then, especially me and Ben. I had thoughts about how this or that should go, but fortunately he had better ideas, bless that sly devil. I try hard, truly I do, not to love one of my guys more than another, but with Ben? Well, I can’t quite help myself. And no, he’s not complaining, blast his hide.

Thanks so much for having me, Lily! It’s been a pleasure to visit with you.


I read the series several times as I always felt for Ben Kincaid. He was larger than life and certainly made himself very noticeable with his attitude and behavior…but one only needs to look at him with total focus and can see how much he was hung deep down. This man had real difficulties in dealing with his demons so I was relieved that Matt came to the ranch. The stars were aligned so well for them to the point, Matt and Ben had their opportunity to get to know each other in the best possible way. I did not say it was easy. I said the best possible way and what could be better than that opportunity to be in the wilderness, of course.  This story is a beautiful addition to the series, but now, I am left day dreaming and craving for more so I hope Nya Rawlyns is writing another wonderful addition.


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