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BOOK BLAST: Best Chance by Aria Grace

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Blurb

Vinnie is happy as a bartender at Ray’s and not looking for anything serious to complicate his life. He has great friends and a simple life. When Chance comes into his bar, he brings more than just memories of the summer they spent together in high school. The widower has a fifteen month old son that could change everything for Vinnie, if he’s willing to take the chance.

Excerpt

“It’s not exactly the penthouse, but it’s home.” I reach back for Chance’s wrist and tug him in behind me.
“I didn’t come here for the amenities,” he says, resting his hand on my hip and squeezing.
“No?” I turn so his arm is wrapped around my waist. “What did you come for?”
My face is inches from his. His warm breath washes over me as I stare into those desperate eyes.
“This.” Chance’s eyes drop to my mouth as his head tilts and he leans into me. As soon as his full lips close over mine, I want to sing. I instinctively open my mouth to accept his tongue as it lightly brushes over mine. We aren’t tentative kids anymore. We’ve both had time to perfect our techniques over the years so by the time I drag Chance into my room, I’ve touched every space in his mouth that I can reach.
Our hands aren’t left idle as we tug on clothes and pull down zippers until we’re both naked and panting on my bed.
“God, I’ve missed you, Vin,” Chance says against my chest as he drops kisses on my skin.

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BCBanner300x250Born and raised in Los Angeles, California, Aria enjoys the year round sunshine and laid back environment of the west coast. She lives with her husband and two children on a quiet hill that gives her lots of time to read and write. Her first series was a semi-traditional look at sexy gigs found online. She has now ventured into the exciting M/M world of gay erotica. She loves to hear from readers so please feel free to drop her a note or visit her at http://www.ariagracebooks.com

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Winter’s Wolf by Tara Lain

Today we are thrilled to host Tara Lain’s Blog Tour for Winter’s Wolf and share with you a character bio. So read below to meet Matthew Partridge, who’s sure to become one of your favourite ‘human with a twist‘.

 

Winter’s Wolf 
(Tales of the Harker Pack #3)
By Tara Lain
Blurb:
Winter Thane was raised on the two cardinal rules of werewolf existence: don’t reveal yourself to humans under penalty of death, and there’s no such thing as a gay werewolf. It’s no surprise when his father drags him from his wild life in remote Canada back to Connecticut to meet his old pack in hopes it will persuade Winter to abandon his love of sex with human males. Of course Dad’s hopes are dashed when they come face-to-face with the gay werewolves in the Harker pack.
Winter takes one look at FBI agent, Matt Partridge, and decides bird is his favorite food. Partridge is embroiled in an investigation into drug dealing and the death of a fellow agent. He can’t let himself get distracted by the young, platinum-haired beast, but then Winter proves invaluable in the search for clues, a move that winds them both up in chains and facing imminent death. Winter quickly learns his father’s motives are questionable, the pack alphas are a bunch of pussies, humans aren’t quite what they seem, and nothing in the forests of Connecticut is pure except love.

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Paperback from Dreamspinner Press

Character Bio – Meet Matthew Partridge

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Name: Matthew (Matt) Partridge

Species: Human, with a twist

Age:  27

Height:  6’1”

Weight: About 180 pounds, lean and toned

Hair color: Brown, cut short

Eye color:  Green and inquisitive

Education: college degree in law enforcement

Occupation: FBI agent rapidly promoted up the ranks

Born: In Connecticut

Family: Son of Jason Partridge, former police officer, now bedridden with a bad heart and schizophrenia

Special Skills: Analytical and intuitive, so is able to ferret out criminals

Sexual orientation: Gay

Personality: inquisitive, fiercely intelligent, devoted to his father, loves his job

Weaknesses – Believes he’s inherited his father’s mental illness, therefore tends to not trust some of his own decisions

Loves – Completely devoted to his father; falls in love with Winter Thane

Excerpt

 

Walk slowly. Look casual. Matt left the way he’d come—out the back door. When his feet hit dirt, he jogged away from the club and ducked behind the shed that had been built on the edge of the forest.
Going to die. Heart can’t beat this hard and survive.
He leaned against the shed and gasped for breath, but his cock had grown to the size of a monster, stealing all his oxygen. Think. What the fuck are you doing? No reasonable human being could believe that Winter Thane wanted Matt Partridge, so there had to be an ulterior motive. The dude had asked the marshal about him. For all Matt knew, Winter could be involved in the disappearance of the agent. Maybe he wanted to discredit Matt or—maybe he had something to do with the weird wolf stories. Jesus, the only man he’d ever seen who looked more like a wolf than Cole Harker had to be Winter Thane. Those eyes. Even his teeth were sharp. All the better to eat you with. He closed his eyes and banged his head against the metal siding. Those teeth scraping his cock—
“Dreaming of me?”
Matt’s eyes flew open. “Shit! How did you get here?”
He looked over his shoulder. “Like you said. Out the front, around the side.”
“But I didn’t hear you.”
He grinned. Oh yes, those teeth glistened. “I’m sneaky.”
Matt took a breath, pushed away from the shed, and walked a couple of steps toward the trees. Need distance. “Look. I don’t mean to lead you on, but I’m with the FBI and this isn’t a good idea—”
The hand that gripped his shoulder must have been iron. In one move, Winter grabbed him, pulled him against a body so hard and hot it penetrated Matt’s jacket on contact, hauled Matt’s head back, and covered his mouth in a devouring kiss.
Tongue. Teeth. Perfection.
Winter held Matt’s head both hard and gentle, like he wanted to control him but didn’t want to hurt him. Oh God, so nice. He tasted like beer and smelled like—what? Musky and clean at the same time, like Matt’s dog Buster when he was freshly washed. Man, he wanted to bury his nose in Winter’s neck like he did with Buster.

 

Winter reduced the speed and intensity of the kiss from fast food to a gourmet meal. He licked and nibbled, tasted and savored, his tongue a finely tuned instrument exploring every cranny of Matt’s mouth. He’d never been so completely kissed. So much so that even the screaming pressure of his cock couldn’t make him want Winter to move on. Matt twined his arms around Winter’s neck. Standing only six feet, he couldn’t get his cock to meet Winter’s, but the prod of that big rod against his belly made him want to beg. He pulled his mouth away an inch. “I should arrest you for carrying a lethal weapon.”

 

 

Tales of the Harker Pack Series

 

        

 

About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.
She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

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SUBMISSION CALLS: Wayward Ink Publishing

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WAYWARD INK PUBLISHING 
is seeking romantic M/M short stories

for our MEN IN UNIFORM anthology.

Whether you like your boys in blue keeping the… peace,

hot firemen dealing with… heat,

or aviators busy in their… cockpits.

We want to hear from you!

Perhaps you like your soldiers, your naval officers, or your naval pilots.

We don’t mind – we love them all!

LOL, we would even love to read about your guy(s) in their mascot uniform!

Your guy(s) are intergalactic warriors? No problem!

From the past? The future? Hell, yes! Bring them on!

Here’s the nuts and bolts:

Story length:  3000 and 15,000 words

(Manuscripts longer/shorter will be considered, but they will have to be mind-blowing!)

Submission Deadline:  4th September, 2015

Publication Date:  18th December, 2015

Guidelines:  Please refer to our Romance Submission Guidelines

Submission:  Please include the name of the anthology, as well as your name and story title in the subject line of your email.

Please note:  Wayward Ink Publishing DOES NOT accept submissions that are derogatory to any ethnic, religious, or social group, nor any containing incest, bestiality, scat etc.

THREE’S NOT A CROWD

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WAYWARD INK PUBLISHING is seeking romantic M/M short stories

for our THREE’S NOT A CROWD anthology.

Why would anyone think three was a crowd?

No. No. No. No. No.

Three is a triangle…

and did you know it’s the strongest geometrical shape?

All the best things come in threes…

Muskateers, Primary colors, three-ringed circuses, stooges, blind mice, little pigs. The list goes on.

Of course they say trouble comes in three too…

but we won’t go there… or will we?

**giggle** There’s three sheets to the wind.

And **sigh** there’s three piece suits.

And trust us, it’s no coincidence that there are three ingredients in a BLT.

Or only three elements to the game Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Want to get physical??? Well, there’s…

three-legged races… (what were you thinking?)

Political? Of the people, by the people, for the people.

Or creepy? Hear no evil. Speak no evil. See no evil.

Why, three has so much going for it we don’t even need to mention a…

1………… / 2………… / 3………… sandwich

(substitute your own dream guys)

And of course, there’s: On your Mark. Get Set. And go!

So GO! Go write a short story for THREE’S NOT A CROWD

Here’s the nuts and bolts:

Story length:  3000 and 15,000 words

(Manuscripts longer/shorter will be considered, but they will have to be mind-blowing!)

Submission Deadline:  5th June, 2015

Publication Date:  18th September, 2015

Guidelines:  Please refer to our Romance Submission Guidelines

Submission:  Please include the name of the anthology, as well as your name and story title in the subject line of your email.

Please note:  Wayward Ink Publishing DOES NOT accept submissions that are derogatory to any ethnic, religious, or social group, nor any containing incest, bestiality, scat etc.

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Guest Post, Excerpt and Giveaway! Winging It by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James

Join us as Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James share with us the secrets of their co-writing process!

Winging It

by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James

Blurb

Gabe Martin has a simple life plan: get into the NHL and win the Stanley Cup. It doesn’t include being the first out hockey player or, worse, getting involved with one of his teammates. But things change.

Dante Baltierra is Gabe’s polar opposite—careless, reckless… shameless. But his dedication to the sport is impressive, and Gabe can overlook a lot of young-and-stupid in the name of great hockey. And Dante has a superlative ass in a sport filled with superlative asses.

Before Gabe can figure out how to deal, a tabloid throws him out of his comfortable closet into a brand-new world. Amid the emotional turmoil of invasive questions, nasty speculation, and on- and off-ice homophobia, his game suffers.

Surprisingly, it’s Dante who drags him out of it—and then drags him into something else. Nothing good can come of secretly sleeping with a teammate, especially one Gabe has feelings for. But with their captain out with an injury, a rookie in perpetual need of a hug, and the race to make the playoffs for the first time since 1995, Gabe has a lot on his plate.

He can’t be blamed for forgetting that nothing stays secret forever.

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While Morgan and Ashlyn where here, we asked them about the cowriting process…

The Cowriting Process

Morgan: I used to wonder how two people could write a book together. The idea was ridiculous—it’s not as if they can both hold the pen. But now that Ashlyn and I have published four books together, I find it difficult to imagine a day when I won’t want to write with her.

Ashlyn: Awww, ditto. It’s nice to be loved.

Morgan: Our plots have always been collaborative ventures. We talk about where we want the story to go in broad terms and who we imagine our cast of characters to be, but we also linger over details. For our first two books, we went away and wrote whole sections or chapters solo (for our first novel, we each picked a character and wrote all the content from their point of view), but after we got about 30,000 words through our third novel (as yet unpublished because self-editing is hard) and stalled out for several months, we changed our process.

Ashlyn: Self-editing is hard, and so are superhero novels. Contemporary romance rolls off the fingers a little easier!

Morgan: These days we tag-team. We wrote Hard Feelings in six weeks by writing a thousand words at a time (give or take, depending on how talkative our muses were). Not only is it faster for us, but it’s a heck of a lot more fun.

Ashlyn: There’s nothing quite like the instant gratification of having someone squee over what you wrote five minutes after you wrote it. It’s motivating.

Morgan: When it comes to reading and writing, Ashlyn and I have very similar tastes. We seldom disagree about what’s good and what isn’t. We are, dare I say it, totally drift compatible.

We spend a lot of time on instant message chats and in e-mails flailing at each other about plot. Madly typing out our next ideas, often forgetting punctuation, sometimes employing all caps. Or ranting about how the characters just won’t do what we want!

Winging It was written in this style. I wrote a thousand words, then Ashlyn wrote a thousand, and so on. Each of us edits the other’s work as we go—adding things in, deleting things, fine tuning—and then once the first draft is done, we each take a turn editing, once again adding, deleting, tweaking.

Ashlyn: I’ll be the first to admit I’m a tweaker. I’m very picky, so I’m lucky Morgan puts up with it, really. But I think the constant on-the-go editing of each other’s work is what helps us write books that feel seamless.

Sometimes the unthinkable happens and one of us accidentally writes the other into a corner. Then we talk about the problems, and sometimes a few hundred words get deleted to make way for the plot to move forward. Sometimes it goes back to whoever originally wrote it so they can solve the problem. It really depends.

Morgan: By the time we have a manuscript ready to send to the publisher, it’s difficult even for us to remember who wrote what. I remember once reading a piece from Neil Gaiman about Good Omens, in which he said that there were passages he and Terry Pratchett both insisted they’d written, and passages that both swore they hadn’t. I believe there was even the suggestion that parts of the novel wrote themselves. I’ll probably never again feel such kinship with him. I think that describes our process quite well.

Ashlyn: There have been a few times where I’ve said to Morgan while we’re proofreading a galley, “Good job, nice line!” or “I’m so pleased with myself for this one” only to have Morgan say, “Um, I didn’t write that” or “That was me.” It’s embarrassing, so in the future I think I’ll just stick to quoting the line and saying “high five.”

 

 

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Since the
whole impending disaster was his idea, Baller insisted on paying for their
tickets. Gabe let him, too overwhelmed by sunshine and happy families to do
otherwise. Baller forked over the money, ushered Gabe through the stiles,
grabbed a couple of maps, and then basically frog-marched Gabe onto the
railroad.
“You are
really excited about this,” Gabe observed with mounting trepidation.
Baller
grinned manically and threw his arm over Gabe’s shoulders. “Disneyland, Gabe,” he said, as if that
explained his completely bizarre behavior. Maybe it did, in his world. “We are
going to have fun today if it kills us.”
Gabe
thought it actually might.
They got
off at the first stop, according to Baller’s extremely detailed plan of attack,
and Baller just stood there for a moment, beaming, like he couldn’t imagine
anywhere he’d rather be than Anaheim, California, in the middle of a losing
streak. Gabe gave in to his own sentimentality and snapped a picture with his
phone.
“Pirates,”
Baller sighed happily, grabbing Gabe’s arm and herding him to the right. “Come
on. Maybe they have some poor sucker dressed up as Will for you to ogle.”
Gabe was
reasonably sure the people dressed in costumes were for the kids to interact with, but he decided to
keep it to himself. Even if today did nothing more than deepen Gabe’s pit of
ill-advised feelings for his teammate, Baller still deserved to have a good
time.
As it
turned out, Gabe did not have to worry about Baller having a good time. The
line for the ride was surprisingly short, and Baller spent the whole ten
minutes bouncing on his toes, peering around at the scenery and humming “A
Pirate’s Life for Me” under his breath like a loser.
“Some days
I forget you’re only twenty,” Gabe said with a self-deprecating smile as they
reached the front of the line and took their seats on the ride. “Today’s not
one of them.”
“Stop
being so old for five minutes and relax. I’m trying to cheer us up.”
Gabe
raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. You’re in charge. I’m just along
for the ride. Rides.”
Once he
admitted to Baller (and himself) that he was not in charge of the situation, it
made for a pleasant afternoon. At the end of the ride, they emerged into the
sunshine again and Baller made a beeline for a cart selling elaborate hats to
match the theme. He tossed a tricorne at Gabe, then grabbed something in mauve
with an ostrich feather plume and shoved it on his own head. “What do you
think?” he asked, running a finger along the brim, his eyes dancing.
Gabe
wanted to kiss him, but he distracted himself by trying on his own silly hat.
“Well, you’re no Will Turner, but I suppose you’ll do.”
Baller
stuck out his tongue and forked over a handful of bills for the hat.
Baller
bought them Mickey Mouse-shaped ice cream for lunch, and they ate standing in
the shade of a big tree by the Haunted Mansion.
“We going
on this one too?” Gabe asked.
“Everyone
knows you have to work up to Splash Mountain,” Baller said loftily. He threw
his stick away and licked a drip of ice cream off his thumb.
It
probably wasn’t purposely pornographic. Probably.
After the
Indiana Jones Adventure, Baller tried to buy Gabe a fedora that looked even
worse on him than the tricorne.
“Only
douche bags wear fedoras.”
Baller
smirked and took a picture with his phone. “So, no problem, then.”
Gabe made
a face.
“Come on,
you said I was in charge,” Baller wheedled.
“I didn’t
think that meant I was going to have to cede control of my wardrobe.”
Baller
rolled his eyes. “Grouch.” He tossed a headband with Mickey Mouse ears at Gabe
instead.
“Compromise?”
At least
Baller hadn’t invited anyone else along to witness Gabe’s humiliation. He would
definitely never hear the end of it if any of these pictures got out. Fifi
would chirp him forever, and there’d probably be a whole media circus if they
got caught goofing off when they couldn’t win a hockey game for love nor money.
Gabe
sighed internally and put on the headband.
Three and
a half hours later, when they stumbled out of Buzz Lightyear AstroBlasters for
the fourth time, he was smirking. “Another rematch?”
“Screw you,
no, you smug bastard.” Baller pouted, but he couldn’t hold it. His grin won out
a second later. “Seriously, are you hiding a secret video game addiction?”
“Admit it,
I just have better hand-eye coordination than you,” Gabe said, adjusting his
ears as he preened. They were starting to hurt his head, but the deal was
Baller had to wear the stupid hat as long as Gabe kept the ears on. Gabe wasn’t
going to be the first to give in.
“That’s
not what the statistics say, buddy.” Baller had pulled ahead in their points
race since that game against the Sabres. “In fact, I—” He stopped midsentence
and cocked his head at Gabe, an odd smile twisting his lips. He took a step
closer and raised a hand to the headband. “Duck your head a little? You’ve got
something on your…”
Gabe froze
when Baller grabbed his right wrist for balance as he reached up. His hat
tipped back precariously, but Gabe couldn’t have made a grab for it if his life
depended on it. He was stuck, not breathing, while Baller shuffled closer until
Gabe could see his pores. He brushed his fingers over Gabe’s mouse ears.
“I think
you walked into a cobweb. You’ve got a leaf…. There.” Baller pulled his right
hand away but left the other where it was, clasped around Gabe’s wrist. There
was a papery sound as whatever he’d pulled from Gabe’s head hit the asphalt.
Their eyes
caught.
For one
eternally stupid second, Gabe thought Baller was going to kiss him.
Then the
moment passed, and Baller let go and took a step back. He slapped Gabe on the arm.
“Much better. Good thing you have me to look after you.”
Gabe
forced himself to unfreeze and shake his head in mock disbelief. “Right,” he
said as they started walking again, toward Space Mountain this time. “I’m such
a handful.”
Baller
snorted. “Too easy. You know better than to feed me a line like that. Come on.”
“I’ll feed
you something,” Gabe promised
jokingly, regaining his equilibrium.
Baller
tripped over nothing on the pavement. Gabe grabbed him by the back of his shirt
before he could take a dive. Crap. He’d gone too far.
Huffing at
himself, Baller righted his hat, then poked Gabe with his elbow. “You know, I
was starting to be afraid you were never going to make that kind of chirp
again. Good to have you back.”
Sometimes I don’t understand you at all. But for
once Gabe let himself be honest. “It’s good to be back.” Then he saw the line for Space Mountain and winced. “Good
thing we have Fast Passes.” They only had an hour left before they had to leave
the park to be back in time for team dinner.
Gabe had
forgotten all about their stupid headgear by the time they returned to the
hotel. When they walked into the lobby, Fifi looked over from the concierge
desk, a gym towel slung over one of his shoulders, and barked out a laugh. “I
guess I don’t have to ask what you got up to today.”
“We went
to Disneyland!” Baller said unnecessarily. The feather on his hat flopped from
one side to the other in time with his enthusiasm.
“No shit.”
Fifi rolled his eyes and reached up to flick Gabe’s ears.
Gabe took
them off.
“You’d
better have plenty of energy left for the game tomorrow.”
Gabe
bristled. “What? I got him home in time for curfew.”
Affecting
wide-eyed, earnest innocence, Baller nodded. “Yeah, Dad. He was a total
gentleman. Didn’t even try to steal second.”
Fifi
smacked the brim of Baller’s hat down over his eyes. “Fine, fine. Hurry up and
get ready for dinner or we’re eating without you.”
Somehow
Chef snuck into his room and stole the ears while Gabe was showering, and he
showed up to dinner wearing them, so of course he and Baller got ragged on.
Gabe hoped Chef didn’t put it up on Twitter, but at least Gabe wouldn’t be
featured wearing the ears in any pictures. The teasing only got worse when they
begged off going out for a drink because they were both too tired to do more
than flop on Gabe’s bed and finish watching Pirates.
“Hey,
Banksy?”
“Hmm,”
Gabe said. His eyes wouldn’t quite focus on the laptop screen.
“Just…
thanks.”
Blinking
gritty eyes, Gabe managed, “For what?”
He heard
Baller answer, but the words got lost on his tired ears as he finally fell
asleep.

 

 

About the Authors
 Morgan James started writing fiction before she could spell it. It was in high school that she started writing her first novel about a gay character, and she thanks the Internet for helping her realize that didn’t make her crazy. Coincidentally, she also thanks the Internet for the role it plays in her long distance friendship with Ashlyn Kane. Geek, artist, archer, and fangirl, Morgan tends to while away free hours with imaginary worlds and people on pages and screens—it’s an addiction. She lives in Ontario with her family and is the personal slave of three cats and a poodle (who isn’t named Ringo, but who does like to poke).

 

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Ashlyn Kane is a Canadian former expat who is now happy to be reunited with televised hockey at acceptable waking hours. She has reached the age of “twentysomething,” which she will be for at least the next fifteen years.
She has a bad habit of staying up too late, a husband who likes to go to bed early, and a baby brother called Miracle Whip. She is allergic to cleaning, unless you mean cleaning up manuscripts, in which case she gets a little obsessive. Feel free to drop her a line—she’s probably in front of her computer right now, since she’s attached to it at the eyeballs.
 You can find Ashlyn at
            
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Interview, Playlist and Giveaway! Memories of the Heart by Felice Stevens

Today we are thrilled to have Felice Stevens visit Two Men. She’s been kind enough to answer some questions and provide some information about the book.

Title: Memories of the Heart
Author: Felice Stevens
Genre: Adult, Gay Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2015

Interview

There are magically 25 hours in a day. What would you do with the extra hour?
Felice: SLEEP!! Between working full-time, and making dinner, doing laundry and all that other fun house stuff, plus writing, I only sleep about 5 hours a night. 
Who would you want to have as a stripper at your birthday party?
Felice: Oh does it only have to be one? Cause if not I’d take the Hemsworth brothers and then the Cockyboys star Tatye Hansen. Sigh.
If you could snap your fingers and have an invention to do anything you want, what would you want it to do?
Felice: Clean my apartment !! I know I should say world peace or something deep like that but, honestly if you saw the clutter….
If you were a candy bar what would you taste like?
Felice: A little nutty, slightly spicy with a center of sweetness *bats her eyes and smiles
Do you have a library card and know where it is?
Felice: I most certainly do! It’s in my wallet.  I love our local library and donate many books to them.
Ruthless, Controlling, A Loner. All words used to describe Dr. Micah Steinberg by the hospital staff for their next head of surgery. When a letter arrives from his grandmother’s friend at the assisted living facility, his orderly world tilts dangerously out of control.
Josh Rosen had everything until it was revealed much of his world was a lie. Forced to re-evaluate his life, Josh gives up his career and returns home to New York City to care for his beloved grandmother. What Josh didn’t figure on was an attraction to a man who on the surface, appears to be exactly like the life Josh chose to leave behind.
As Micah struggles with the reality of his grandmother’s illness, the bond they share deepens, as Josh helps Micah heal, then open his heart. Micah discovers there is more to life than work, control and success. Josh is in deep but has yet to tell Micah who he really is.
When the fight for the hospital’s head of surgery turns ugly, Josh’s past and present collide. Micah must let go of the past and accept who he is, if his life is going to move forward.
Life is full of surprises, and as both Micah and Josh learn, love can happen whether you plan for it or not.
I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. I started reading traditional historical romances when I was a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until I picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that my interest in romance novels became renewed.
But somewhere along the way, my tastes shifted. While I still enjoys a juicy Historical romance, I began experimenting with newer, more cutting edge genres and discovered the world of Male/Male romance. Once I picked up her first, I became so enamored of the authors, the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion of the books, I knew I wanted to write my own.
I live in New York City with my husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of my own. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.
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Excerpt and Giveaway! A Restored Man by Jaime Reese

Title: A Restored Man
Series: The Men of Halfway House #3
Author: Jaime Reese
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 17, 2015
Cole Renzo thinks his greatest challenge is to behave for the remainder of his term at Halfway House. Until he meets his new boss, Ty Calloway, a man who ticks off every box on Cole’s list of interests.
A sought-after restorer and customizer of exotic and collectible cars, Ty had enough confidence to command what he wanted in life, until one fateful night changed everything. Almost two years later, he’s slowly rebuilding his life with great control. He’s defied the odds and works tirelessly to be the man he once was—but he still feels broken.
Cole’s candor and unfiltered personality awaken Ty’s barely-remembered desire to greet each new day with a smile, while Ty’s unwavering acceptance of Cole’s quirks and brash humor makes Cole feel as if he fits in for the first time in far too long. When a nemesis threatens Ty’s personal restoration and the things he holds dear, Cole is determined to protect their relationship, even if that means sacrificing everything he’s worked so hard to achieve.
But Ty will have to let his guard down, surrender control, and admit he needs Cole first, even if that puts himself at risk of breaking beyond repair.

 

 

“I thought those were the service bays,”
Cole said, thumbing over his shoulder.
“They’re for the traditional shop work my techs
do on a daily basis. These are my
service calls. Side project I’m doing and there’s no money in it for the guys
so I don’t really want to burden them. I figured we could work on them and, in
between, we could tinker with the Yenko if you want or wrap up the last few
details on the Drayton rig. I worked on most of it over the weekend but there
are still a few things to finish up.”
Cole stopped walking. “You’d let me work on the
Yenko with you?”
Ty nodded. “Sure, why not. I’ve seen how picky
you are with your work.”
“So it’s my reward for helping you with your
service calls?”
Ty chuckled. “Do you do tricks too?”
Cole raised an eyebrow and half smiled. “Oh, I’ve
got a lot of tricks I can show you.” He smiled at the rush of color to
Ty’s cheeks, loving the way Ty always reacted to his teasing.
“You do realize you’re an HR nightmare,” Ty
said, looking at Cole with that glimmer in his eye.
Cole’s pulse raced. “HR?”
“Human Resources. Sexual harassment, all
that,” Ty said, trying to look serious and indifferent, but failing
miserably.
Cole belly-laughed so loud it echoed in the shop. He
then stilled, straightened his shoulders, and mocked a serious tone. “I
could, of course, be completely professional and proper with you, Mr. Calloway,
if that is your preference,” he said, mimicking Matt’s formal tone.
Ty turned to face him, the mock seriousness
transitioning into something more genuine. “And I, of course,” he
said, reciprocating Cole’s tone, “would be deeply disappointed.”
He looked up into those brown eyes and smiled.
“My army of superheroes and I would be as well.” He bit back a smile
and bowed.
Ty’s low rumble-laugh shot straight to Cole’s dick.
Cole straightened. “Admit it, you like me.”
Ty raised his hand and put his thumb and index
fingertips together with only a sliver of a gap between them. “Maybe a
little bit.”
Cole
looked at Ty’s fingers then glanced back at him with a huge grin on his face.
“It’s a start,” he said before walking off to the two cars parked in
the bay.
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Jaime Reese is the alter ego of an artist who loves the creative process of writing, just not about herself. Fiction is far more interesting. She has a weakness for broken, misunderstood heroes and feels everyone deserves a chance at love and life. An avid fan of a happy ending, she believes those endings acquired with a little difficulty are more cherished.

 

 

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GUEST POST: In Darkest Peru by Louise Lyons

Join us in welcoming Louise Lyons who joins us with a guest post. Read all about her wonderful adventure traveling to Mexico! Louise has a new book out called In Darkest Peru which sounds fabulous! I particularly love the cover.

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Blurb

Shy and geeky Rhys White, has recently been ditched by his boyfriend of five years. On top of that he’s been made redundant from his job as a computer programmer.

Tired of being boring and unadventurous, he throws caution to the winds and buys a plane ticket to Peru.

Rhys’ adventure in Peru starts out well, but then disaster strikes. All of his belongings are stolen. Everything is gone—passport, wallet, phone, clothing, the lot.

Stranded in Cuzco, not too far from the famous Machu Picchu, Rhys tries to find someone to help him. He’s about to give up, when a sexy Brazilian named Rafael, comes to his rescue…

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Guest Post – A True Story – An Adventure Abroad

“In Darkest Peru” is obviously based on a trip to this country, but as I wrote some parts of this, it reminded me of a trip I made myself, back in 1996. I’d only been outside the UK once, when my parents took me to Switzerland as a teenager. We travelled by train and boat, so it didn’t really feel to me like going out of the country.

Around the end of 1995, I decided to arrange a “proper” holiday. I’d been living away from home for 3 years and had moved back with my parents. I had a good job and some savings, so I thought it was time for a treat. I’d never been on an airliner before. I had been in a plane, but those of the single propeller variety – my dad had his pilot’s licence and took me flying a few times when I was a child. I decided the best idea would be to choose a destination within, say, 3 hours flying time, to give me a taste of what it would be like. That would be sensible, right?

Wrong! I didn’t want sensible – I wanted adventurous. I scoured my much-loved Atlas for inspiration and more or less stuck a pin in a map. I plumped for Mexico and a few days later I was in a travel agent, handing over about 6 weeks’ wages to spent 2 weeks on the other side of the world – on my own.

The trip was almost a year away, so I didn’t think about it much until the following August, when I realized I hadn’t arranged how I was going to get to the airport (6 hours from where I lived) in time for my 10am flight. Luckily there were buses which did a return trip, and airport hotels, so I quickly arranged both. Then followed a trip to the doctor, which I emerged from feeling like a pincushion, after Hepatitis, Typhoid and Tetanus jabs. Ouch!

Eventually the day came and the journey went smoothly. Bus to Gatwick airport, a night in the hotel, and then a flight to Florida (to refuel) followed by the last leg to Cancun. My hotel was 2* accommodation, but I thought it was wonderful – even though the air-conditioning sounded like a tractor, the water was undrinkable and there were cockroaches in the bathroom. I loved every second of it, despite the scrapes I got myself into.

I booked myself on various tours and experienced snorkelling along an underground river, surrounded by tropical fish. I went parasailing, and after I landed safely on the boat, the next person to go up splashed down into a vast area of seaweed after the winch broke. I had a lucky escape!

I let a local man called Alexandro take me dancing in the local nightclub, La Boom, but clearly dancing wasn’t all he had in mind. He was quite persistent, and I ended up going to the toilet and climbing out the window to escape.

And finally, I found a ranch where you could ride horses on the beach and even have the horse swim in the sea with the riders still on. I went there 4 times. I was the most experienced rider there and one of the ranchers, a red-haired Mexican called Pepe, who was twice my age and had a handlebar moustache, took rather a liking to me. I didn’t mind him either, so my trip ended with some “horsing around” and the proverbial “holiday romance” to remember. Altogether, it was the trip of a lifetime.

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About the author

Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the Church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered Fan Fiction in her late twenties.

Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.

Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.

Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.

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GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY: Theory Unproven by Lillian Francis

Today we are thrilled to be joined by Lillian Francis who is celebrating the release of Theory Unproven.

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Blurb

Working with elephants in their natural habitat has always been Eric Phillips dream. Getting what he’s always desired introduces him to Tyaan Bouwer, the bush pilot that flies in his supplies, and Eric discovers the allure of South Africa goes beyond the wildlife and the scenery.

But in an area where bushveld prejudices and hatred bleed across the borders, realising their love will be a hard fought battle. Keeping hold of it might just kill them.

GUEST POST: It’s All Greek to Me

Setting a story in South Africa with an Afrikaans lead character will inevitably require the use of some foreign words in the text. But how can you explain what they have said to the reader? As with stories set in the future or on other worlds there will be the inclusion of words that mean nothing to most readers (or any readers if the author has made them up as part of the world building).

A glossary is a possibility but I’m not a fan of breaking off from my reading to flick to the back of the book for an explanation of what is being said. I’d rather a translation be supplied within the text by one of the character’s reply, actions, or reaction to these unknown utterances.

Not that this is a phenomenon (wow, I spelt that right on my first attempt) exclusive to words in a foreign language or world building from the author. I was asked by one editor not to use the term ‘scrum-half’, even though we were in the POV and thoughts of a British character, because the US audience wouldn’t understand. Strange since two of my beta readers on that story were from the USA and neither mentioned that as something they had an issue with. Also I believe this assumption that stories need to be Americanised does most American readers a disservice. But I digress, and in all honesty that is a larger topic for another day.

How do you cope with finding a word or expression that you don’t understand in a story and what is your preference for the way the author deals with it?

Excerpt

Dropping the underwear into the drawer with little sense of order, Eric rubbed at his hip where he’d connected with the carved wooden finial.

“Wasn’t expecting that,” he muttered to himself. “Bastard drawer never opens that easily.”

Returning to the contents, Eric started to spread out the clean pants to mix with the vests and socks already scattered within the drawer. Light from the window caught the reflection of something shiny, and Eric frowned. There was a reason he kept his underwear in such a haphazard fashion, and the corner of one of those reasons was clearly visible now that it had caught his eye. He was almost certain he’d hidden that away, completely covered by socks and pants, after he’d finished with the reading material last night. He pushed the underwear to one side, revealing the shiny surface of his favourite magazine. The main photo shoot featured a couple of models whose work Eric could really appreciate—and had on many occasions—and they graced the cover of this edition. With the cover models pressed together from chest to hip with nothing on display except naked butts, broad shoulders, and solid thighs, there could be little doubt what delights the pages of the magazine held.

Just the memory of the contents within had Eric’s cock showing an interest. Unfortunately, there were too many staff around to indulge his fantasies again, and he had a plane to meet.

Tyaan’s plane. Tyaan, whose strong back and broad shoulders filled his shirts, and arse and thighs pulled against the material of his trousers when he bent to retrieve Eric’s cargo.

Eric glanced once more at the solid forms of the two models on the cover of the porn mag before covering them completely with socks. He sighed.

Tyann. Just his type.

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About the author

An avid reader, Lillian Francis was always determined she wanted to write, but a ‘proper’ job and raising a family distracted her for over a decade. Over the years and thanks to the charms of the Internet, Lillian realized she’d been writing at least one of her characters in the wrong gender. Ever since, she’s been happily letting her ‘boys’ run her writing life.

Lillian now divides her time between family, a job and the numerous men in her head all clamouring for ‘their’ story to be told.

Lillian lives in an imposing castle on a wind-swept desolate moor or in an elaborate ‘shack’ on the edge of a beach somewhere depending on her mood, with the heroes of her stories either chained up in the dungeon or wandering the shack serving drinks in nothing but skimpy barista aprons.

In reality, she would love to own a camper van and to live by the sea.

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GUEST POST: Sinful Needs by Bella Jeanisse

Bella Jeanisse joins us today to share with us a little about her writing. She has recently released, Sinful Needs, a story set within the music industry. The story features a number of couples (m/f and m/m), including band members Scott and Austin.  Bella has also shared the whole of Chapter One if you would like a taste of the book. So check out her post and read some of the book below.
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Blurb

This is a spin-off of the Triple Threat series.

Lead guitarist Brandon Knight and his girlfriend Mackenzie Winters haven’t seen each other for two weeks, since she left the tour. It’s been two weeks of trials and a bittersweet longing for each other. What they don’t know is that they both have been faithful and have begun to think beyond mere lovers. When Brandon picks Mackenzie up at the airport in New Orleans, their love and lust explodes–just in time for the next leg of the band’s tour to begin.

Brandon’s bandmates, Scott and Austin, have used this time to explore their hidden feelings, and Austin finds that he wants more. With the memories of his “coming out” to his family still freshly seared in his mind, Scott refuses to acknowledge his love, fearful that they will be exposed to the world during the tour.

But, the tour is the least of Wicked End’s worries. They must deliver the most incredible album of their careers under the strain of their complicated relationships, and in a move that was a surprise to everyone except Brandon, he’s asked Mackenzie to accompany him out west during the recording.

Limits, emotional and physical, will be tested. Boundaries explored. They all will face changes, joyful and sometimes painful, that they never knew were possible, and when the lights come up, nothing will be the same again.

Guest Post

I’ve been writing since I was a young teenager. At first, it was just a way to vent. Then it became something to entertain my friends. They all wanted to be in the story of meeting our favorite boy band.

At 16, I started to write an actual book. When I had several chapters done, I gave it to a teacher to read. He thought it had promise. It wasn’t about a boy band, but a subject most didn’t speak of in the 80s—abuse.

The next person who read it told me to write about nice things. That was discouraging. I could only write what I felt, or it didn’t come out right. Many things took me away from writing in the next few years. Thankfully, I never let the dream go.

I write erotic fiction. Most of the books I write these days are about bands I created. Since they aren’t based on any real bands, it’s hard to find people who look like them. That sometimes gets complicated. However, I know what they look like. Fans tell me who they think a character resembles to them, and I am surprised when they find someone who fits my image.

Wicked End is one of my favorite bands. Their story spans two books at this point, with a third planned. They are quite diverse and for the most part, open-minded. There is Jake, a crazy womanizing lead singer; Brandon, a hopeless romantic lead guitarist and Chico, an insatiable drummer who juggles multiple open relationships. Scott, the bassist, and Austin, the rhythm guitarist, are very much in love, yet they hide it from everyone but their bandmates.

Austin and Scott are quite special to me. Several gay/bi friends have told me that I got things just right. Their struggle is one that many gay/bi men and women have in reality. Showing the world your true colors is not easy for everyone. I know firsthand that many will not accept someone as they really are. Although I do not hide who I am, like Austin and Scott, I censor myself around many people. I hope one day we can all just be who we are.

I have many more books in the works, each one unique. Each series can be read on its own, but my other bands make cameo appearances in most of the Triple Threat books. I hope you enjoy getting to know my bands and walking with them on their journeys of discovery.

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Chapter One

It was the last Friday in September. Brandon Knight checked out the article in Guitarmania magazine about him and his band, Wicked End while on his phone. It turned out better than he expected. The pictures made him look like a sex object. That he was not so keen about. His girlfriend Mackenzie would be pissed. At least when other girls drooled over it.

He sat in the waiting area of Louis Armstrong International Airport in New Orleans, trying to look inconspicuous. Mackenzie’s plane was scheduled to land 10 minutes ago, but it was a bit late. He checked the clock for the twentieth time. Then he sighed and walked over to the arrival monitors. It landed! Woo-hoo!

With a huge smile, he walked over to his chair and settled down again. It would be a while before she reached him. He thought about buying a ticket to somewhere— anywhere— so he could wait at the gate, but he didn’t want to give anyone his ID. So far, no one had recognized him, and he wanted it to stay that way. Angelo, one of Wicked End’s security team, stood about 20 feet away just in case. He’d asked Angelo to stay inconspicuous.

He never wanted Mackenzie subjected to the sort of insanity they’d faced in Fort Lauderdale weeks before. Brandon wore a black felt fedora he bought in the Coral Springs mall almost three weeks ago. That, coupled with his Oakleys , helped him be semi-anonymous. Removing all his piercings was Scott’s idea, since he rarely did that . He kept toying with his eyebrow, missing the bar there. His mouth also felt weird without its piercing.

His blue jeans and Slipknot T-shirt didn’t give anything away. His black hair was in a ponytail. It had grown in the weeks on tour. He debated trimming it or just letting it go. He’d see what Mackenzie thought before deciding. The smartest move he made that day was to leave his very recognizable leather jacket on the bus. New Orleans was still hot and humid, anyway.

Angelo walked around the bank of seats Brandon sat in. As imposing as he was, he didn’t have to do much to make people avoid him. He watched their surroundings, analyzing everything and everyone. Years of sentry duty in the Marine Corp came in handy at such times. He would not allow anyone he did not recognize to get too close to Brandon.

Still on the plane, Mackenzie Winters clung to the armrests. The flight had been tortuously turbulent. She hated flying. Only when Brandon sat beside her could she relax when flying. Takeoffs and landings were the worst for her. Her body shook as the plane rolled toward the airport, finally on the ground.

Sitting in the front of the plane had its privileges. As soon as possible, she grabbed her things and headed for the exit. The walk through the terminal calmed her somewhat , but she had to relax more. Brandon did not need to know she had been miserable without him.

First thing, she headed to the ladies’ room. After washing her hands, she looked in the full-length mirror near the exit. Her clothes had been chosen for comfort on the flight . As she looked at herself, she regretted them. The form fitting jeans and simple blue top were boring and didn’t allow for easy access. Her long blonde hair was done up in a French braid, loose strands framing her face. No makeup as usual. Her green eyes looked a bit tired, but sleeping alone had been difficult. She fixed her blouse and stared at her image.

Frowning, she thought about changing into one of the outfits in her bag. Maybe he’d like the tight black dress again? With a sigh, she decided she would rather get to him quickly than change. She fingered the black crystal that hung from her neck. It meant so much that Brandon gave it to her. Smiling, she left the restroom, then realized her throat was dry.

She stopped at the convenience shop and bought a bottle of iced coffee. While waiting in line, a magazine caught her eye. A smile formed on her lips. Brandon was on the cover of Guitarmania. He was shirtless and seemed to be engrossed in his music. He had never looked sexier. She snatched a copy and added that to her purchase.

“Wow, doesn’t he look hotter than ever,” the female clerk commented when she lifted the magazine. “What I wouldn’t do…”

Hiding her jealousy, Mackenzie smiled and replied, “Those hands. The things they’re capable of.”

“Guess you have a crush on him, too. Looks a bit like Johnny Depp, huh?” The clerk rang up her things. “I’m going to the show tonight. Wonder how hard it is to get backstage.”

Mackenzie sighed. “I’m sure if you blow a roadie, they’ll get you in.” She laughed, then realized others had heard her. “I’m kidding.” She winked at the clerk.

“Yeah, I bet that does work,” she whispered. “Are you going?” She paused when Mackenzie handed over a 20-dollar bill.

With a grin, Mackenzie replied, “Yep, best seats in the house.” She tucked her change back in her purse and headed out of the store. She glanced down at Brandon’s picture, and her pussy clenched. God, I need you between my thighs. His beautiful brown eyes were closed, but that made the photo that much hotter.

She had abstained from sex for 17 days. It was the worst two weeks of her life. Some days, she cried from what felt like withdrawal symptoms. She had never resisted her urges before. The emotional turmoil was a shock.

She spent the first weekend alone, in bed, tortured by strong cravings. Her vibrator only made them worse. However, she knew she had to go through it. She had promised herself to limit her sex life. Brandon was none the wiser. She hid the whole thing from him. After a week had gone by, the need lessened, and she vowed to hold out until she saw him.

In the terminal, Brandon was getting antsy. He missed her badly, but his dick missed her a lot more. The constant erections without relief were aggravating. He jerked off a few times, but it didn’t help. He needed her pussy wrapped around his dick to get true relief. Even the thought of sex had him hard. He looked down to see his erection straining against his jeans. Hurry up, Tink.

He closed his eyes and thought about the past two weeks. His fingers flexed involuntarily as he recalled beating Dean Johnson from Gasoline to a pulp. If Jon Harris and Dominic Spinelli from Dean’s band had not been there, Dean might have been in a body bag at the end. His anger over what Dean did to Mackenzie had morphed into all-out rage. Brandon had lost control.

Scott Mason, his best friend and Wicked End’s bassist, had wanted to help him teach Dean a lesson, but Brandon acted alone. Good thing Dean didn’t press charges. The scene was a blur, but the moments after were clear.

* * *

When Brandon got back to Wicked End’s dressing room that night, he headed straight to the bathroom to wash the blood off his hands. He had sprays and splatters all over his shirt as well. His knuckles were swollen and starting to hurt. He hadn’t held back— he’d put all his strength into each blow.

After rinsing off the blood, he looked at his fingers, then flexed them. He sucked a breath in through his teeth and winced. Not good. How the hell am I gonna play tomorrow? He laid his hands on the vanity and looked to the ceiling. I did this for you, Tink. He wasn’t sure what the fallout would be, but he couldn’t let Dean get away with what he had done.

A knock on the door made him turn. “I’m in here.”

“What happened?” Scott asked through the door.

Brandon leaned over and rested his head on the vanity. “Nothing.”

“I know you, man.” Scott was concerned. “You look like you wanna kill someone. Let me in, so we can talk.”

With a sigh, Brandon opened the door. He hid his hands behind his back. “Told you I’m fine.”

Scott looked Brandon over. His eyes zeroed in on his bloody shirt. “Fine, huh?” He quickly checked Brandon’s face, turning his head side to side. “Whose blood?”

“Dean’s.” He had to tell someone. “I beat the shit outta him.”

Scott’s mouth dropped. He froze for a few seconds. “You what?”

“Beat Dean till he cried like a bitch.” Brandon scowled, the anger returning. “He had the balls to say she’d wanted him. That goddamn motherfucker.” He pushed off the vanity and turned to the door.

Scott grabbed him. “No. You got your revenge. Let it go.”

“But—” Brandon tried to stop the emotions building . “He almost—” He shut his eyes trying not to breakdown. “You know what he was about to do.”

Pulling Brandon into a loose hug, Scott closed his eyes as well. Every time he got that close to Brandon, his attraction came to the surface. He forced the thought away. “ But he didn’t. She fought him tooth and nail. He was humiliated. That was pretty funny.”

“She cold-cocked him, huh?” Brandon smiled, loving that his woman could fight her own battles sometimes.

Scott nodded. “Yep. She hit him so hard they both lost their balance. He hit the floor in shock.”

“That’s my girl.” Brandon pulled away and patted Scott’s shoulder. “Thanks. You’re always there for me.”

Just then, Scott’s mouth dropped again. He lifted Brandon’s hands and examined the swollen, torn knuckles. “Shit. You weren’t kidding. Can you play?”

“I don’t know.” Brandon pulled his hands away and cringed. “Maybe if I ice ’em?”

Scott nodded his head and tugged Brandon back into the main room. Within seconds, Scott was holding ice to Brandon’s hands . “If this don’t work, we may have to cancel tomorrow’s show.”

“What happened ?” Jake Thompson, Wicked End’s vocalist, walked up to them. His expression changed when he noticed Brandon’s hands. “Holy shit! What the fuck happened?”

“Fight,” Brandon said bluntly.

Scott replaced the quickly melting cubes, and then glanced at Jake. “I got it. He’s fine.”

The next night when Brandon couldn’t even do one song without taking a break, Jake was livid. He pulled Brandon aside. Jake bitched and moaned about Brandon being irresponsible . It was strange, coming from someone like Jake. Scott told him to shut up, and they played their set as best as possible.

* * *

“Hey.”

A sudden voice made the memory fade. A man sat down next to Brandon, who stiffened, but replied, “Hey.” He glanced around for Angelo, who stood several feet away, watching.

“This may sound strange, but you look a lot like Brandon Knight.”

Brandon nodded nervously without looking up at his new seatmate. “I get that a lot.”

“You’re reading about him? That’s kinda ironic, isn’t it?”

With a tentative grin, Brandon replied, “Yeah, I guess. Interesting article.” He laid his phone on his thigh.

“You sound a lot like him , too.” The man’s voice sounded familiar. “Maybe you should try out for his spot. I heard he’s been a lame-ass the last two weeks.”

When the man chuckled, Brandon whipped his head around. Next to him was Liam from Delirious. One of Wicked End’s opening acts. Brandon said, “You son of a bitch. I was about to hit you.”

Liam laughed again. “Sorry, but you look like you’re gonna explode. Jake keeps bitching about you.” He paused. “Guess you’re waiting for your woman.”

Brandon smiled. “Yeah, she should be here soon.” Then his eyebrows furrowed. “What’re you doing here?”

“Same.” Liam bit his lip. “My wife and my son are flying in. I’ve missed them.” He sighed. “Please don’t tell her what you’ve seen while she was at home.”

With his mouth slightly open, Brandon tried to hide his shock that Liam was a married man. He didn’t wear a ring and was not remotely faithful. More than once, he had seen Liam nailing a groupie.

“I won’t.” Brandon felt guilty that he might have to lie about it. “I guess I’m luckier than I thought.”

Liam’s eyes opened wider. “Why?”

“Me and my girl got a deal worked out. Open relationship, for the most part.”

“Fuck, yeah. Lucky you.” Liam sighed. “My wife would cut my balls off if she knew how many other women I’ve slept with besides her.” He hung his head. “I try, but it seems I suck at the celibacy thing.”

Brandon nodded. “Yeah, I bet that would suck.” He groaned, knowing celibacy was killing him. “Hardest thing I ever did.”

“Huh?” Liam turned and saw a look of agony on Brandon’s face. “Damn. You been holding out? That’s why you hide on the bus all the time?”

Another nod. Brandon closed his eyes. “I kinda wanted to wait for her. It’s only two weeks. I love her.” A flurry of noise made them both look up. A group of passengers exited the secured area. Brandon stood to look for Mackenzie. When he spotted her, his heart leapt. “Gotta go. She’s here.”

Mackenzie saw Brandon immediately. “Baby!” She ran to him and threw her arms around him. Her emotions were all over the place. “I love you.” She sniffled, trying not to cry. It was as if she were whole again. He was the part of her she didn’t know was missing. She wept from seeing him again. She couldn’t let him go.

“I love you too, Kenzie.” He closed his eyes as he covered her mouth with his. His entire body yearned for her. “I missed you so bad.”

Her bag fell when she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Bedroom, now.”

Her desire had come to the foreground. Her pussy clenched as it always did when she was aroused. It happened so often, it was as if she did constant kegels. The one benefit of it was being tighter than most women, even after sex.

“Really?” He laughed. “Desperate for me, huh?”

She kissed him hard. “Yes. Need you now.”

He held her ass, wishing she had a skirt on. She was back to her usual way of dressing— T-shirts and jeans. He loved her that way, too. However, with a skirt, there were more options. The trembling was something new though.

“You OK, Tink?” He held her closely while she buried her face in his hair.

She took deep breaths, trying to control the awful need that consumed her. “I just missed you.” That she did, although it was so much more.

“Your hands’re shaking.” He nuzzled her neck, trying not to let his hat fall off. “You sure you’re OK?”

She nodded and leaned back to look at him. “It was hard without you.”

“I know what you mean.” He smiled and kissed her nose. “You’re mine for four days, right?”

With a grin of her own, she replied, “Yes. I don’t have to be at work until Tuesday.” She touched his mouth, surprised he had no piercings in. It was the first time she’d seen him that way since high school. Her fingers brushed his beard, missing even that.

He spun her around, collected her bag and walked back to the chairs to say goodbye to Liam, who sat texting on his phone. “I’m heading out, Liam. See you tonight.”

Liam looked up. “Sure. Hey… Kenzie, right?”

Her face heated up a bit, remembering the last time they saw each other. She was in quite a state, having just returned from a night with Jesse and Brandon. “Yes.”

“Hold onto him.” Liam winked. “He’s a good one.”

Brandon set her on her feet. “Thanks, and good luck.” He took her hand and led her to the baggage claim, Angelo on their heels.

Meanwhile, on Wicked End’s bus, Scott was showering again. Having re-dyed his long hair deep red that morning, he couldn’t wait to kill the lingering odor. Hairstylists always tried to convince him to use a more natural color. That was not his thing. Austin Reese, Wicked End’s rhythm guitarist, usually helped him with the procedure.

He was getting ready to go sightseeing with Austin. They had a few hours to kill. Since Mackenzie left, he had ignored his attraction to her and Brandon and focused on Austin. He still couldn’t express his feelings the way Austin wanted, but he made sure Austin knew he cared.

The bathroom door opened. That was normal. One bathroom for 15 men. “I’m in here.” No reply was weird, though. “Jake?” Another sound made him turn, but Scott was rinsing conditioner out, so couldn’t see clearly. “Brandon?” That was a dream. Brandon would never watch him in the shower. Then hands running up his back made him jump.

“Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” Austin pressed his naked body against Scott’s back and turned off the water so it wasn’t wasted. Then he slid his hands up Scott’s body to his shoulders . “You’ve been stressed all day.” He gripped Scott’s muscles. “Damn, you’re tense.”

Austin’s mohawk lay flat on his head. Scott had dyed it blue for him a few weeks ago. Austin smiled while Scott unconsciously rubbed his body against his own. Although Scott was six feet tall, Austin towered six inches over him.

Scott moaned softly as Austin massaged his shoulders . He had been stressed. Mackenzie returning meant Brandon would be less available. He liked being close to him, even if it was only platonic. Their friendship meant a lot to him. It was different than what he had with Austin.

Austin had watched Scott stare at Brandon the last few days. He knew he had to help Scott get over him. With a grin, he wondered if Mackenzie would help him convince Brandon. She probably would. She got off on seeing him and Scott together. With Brandon in the mix, she would go all animal.

“Damn.” Scott groaned with relief as Austin worked on his neck. He glanced down. His dick was growing quickly. “You’re the best.” His lover treated him better than any woman ever had.

Looking over Scott’s shoulder, Austin smiled. He was glad he was turning him on. His own cock was already fully engorged and poking the top of Scott’s ass. “Maybe I should give you some sexual relief, too,” he whispered.

Scott gasped when Austin gripped his cock. The strong hand moved up and down slowly at first, then faster. His eyes closed as the pleasure built with each stroke. “Austin…” He put his hands on the wall in front of him. When Austin’s fingers started to rub the head again and again, his head fell back onto Austin’s shoulder.

Unable to resist, Austin turned his head and kissed Scott’s lips. He debated on having Scott face him, but liked the dominating position better. Scott submitted to him often. He enjoyed that. His other hand cupped Scott’s balls. He got pleasure out of the moans.

His eyes rolled back, Scott hungrily sucked on Austin’s bottom lip while Austin fondled his testicles. Then he moaned louder when his fingers wandered behind his sack. Austin pressed hard, his fingertips moving in a circle.

Austin said, “I know you love this,” And gasped as Scott reached back and squeezed the head of his dick. “God, I wanna fuck you.” Slowly, his hand wandered and he pressed a fingertip into Scott’s back door. “I wanna take this ass hard and fast. Make you take me bareback. Cum deep inside you. Wanna feel you gripping my dick while you cum with me.”

Chico Rivera, the band’s drummer, walked in and gaped at the male silhouettes. “Please don’t tell me you’re fucking. I don’t want that image in my head when Margarette gets here.” She was his New Orleans girlfriend, and the only Latina one.

Scott jumped. “Chico?”

“Yeah. I can see you guys’re naked.” Chico relieved himself as intended. “Please don’t start moaning again until I leave.” He didn’t care that they were bisexual, just as long as he didn’t have to hear or see anything they did together.

Austin took a deep breath . “I’m not fucking him.” Then he whispered in Scott’s ear, “Yet.”

Chico replied, “Good. That’s the last thing I need to see today.”

With a sly grin, Austin put his hands around Scott’s waist and yelled, “Oh God, Scott. Oh God. Oh God!” He held in the laugh on the tip of his tongue.

“Shit!” Chico shouted. “I fuckin’ hate you, man!” He rushed out of the room, holding his ears. “Son of a bitch.” A memory of seeing them in Scott’s bunk flashed before his eyes. “I’m gonna kill you, Reese!” He slammed the bathroom door shut.

Scott and Austin burst out laughing. They had done that to Chico several times. His aversion to their sexual antics made it easy to tease him.

After turning Scott around, Austin bent down and kissed him. Quickly, the kiss turned passionate. He stroked Scott’s tongue with his while he pressed him against the wall.

Then the door opened again. “Why’d you have to freak Chico out?” Jake loudly asked. He slid the shower door open and shook his head. “You know he can’t handle you guys kissing.”

Austin pulled back. “He could’ve knocked.” He glared at Jake, who was still watching them. “Unless you’re joining in, you might wanna go help Chico get over it.”

Jake realized he was staring. “Yeah, sure.” He averted his eyes. “Sorry I barged in.”

He didn’t understand why seeing Scott and Austin together turned him on somewhat. It wasn’t that he looked at guys that way. However, when they were going at it, in any way, his dick hardened. At least it happened when Brandon and Mackenzie got it on as well. He shook his head and turned away.

“I’m going with Chico to Margarette’s. Her sister’s in, and I’m her ‘date’ for the afternoon.” He grinned. “She better put out. Later.”

When they were alone, Scott exhaled loudly. “We need to give up before someone else interrupts. I can’t wait to get home, so I can attack you in your sleep.” He chuckled. “I’ll wake you up like you do to me sometimes.”

Austin kissed his forehead. “You do that.” He hoped Scott followed through. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Austin wanted their relationship to grow. Normally, he was the one to lavish affection on Scott. It rarely happened the other way around. He wished he could get Scott over his reluctance.

Scott put his arms around Austin. “I will. When you least expect it.”

“Austin?” Jesse, the band’s driver and equipment hauler, called from outside the door. “Jim needs you inside for a few minutes. Something about your guitar acting up.”

The bus had parked behind the downtown New Orleans Arena, and the house crew was setting up, along with the bands’ crews. Jim, Wicked End’s guitar tech, was doing some tests with Brandon’s new guitars that he’d received from Six Strings. Austin was to use one of them for the first time that night. They also planned to reveal a new song at the concert.

“Sorry, gotta go.” Austin placed a kiss on Scott’s temple. “I got us a room at the Hyatt across the street.” He took a deep breath. “This way, we won’t be interrupted again.”

Scott looked up. “You’re the best.”

 

 

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IMG_1322Bella Jeanisse hails from New York City. At 10 years old, Bella picked up her first guitar. She was instantly hooked. Because of her deep passion for tall men, rock music, tattoos and motorcycles, she has gotten to know many musicians and roadies over the years—in every possible way. And although she has been writing risqué stories about musicians for many years, she has just recently taken these tales to the next level revealing, through her protagonists, the hold some of these men still have on her. They have inspired more than they ever imagined.

Now living in Florida with her three sons, she juggles domestic responsibilities, a social life, her career as an IT professional and her writing as carefully as possible. They do cross paths as you have seen in her first collection of short stories. Her life is busy and full, yet very fulfilling.

The few limits Bella puts on her love-life may be found as but a shadow in her writing. She draws from life, fantasy and inspiration to create each tale.

Bella has broadened her horizons to include short stories, Insatiable Appetites, with many more to come, some just a sentence at this point. The subjects range from military men to biker chicks to naughty doctors and much, much more.

The Triple Threat universe is growing… Reckless 2 (Tragic Soul) is up next. Gasoline 2 (Evolving Urges) is complete. Triple Threat 3 (Dual Desires) is almost done. Soon enough you’ll also get to know Silverblade, Main Street (book name subject to change), Winter Winds and Brass Monkey too… so many hot rock stars, so little time to make them come to life.

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GUEST POST: TA Chase

TA Chase is visiting Two Men as part of the blog tour for the newly released anthology, Semper Fidelis.

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Thank you for having me here at Because Two Men Are Better Then One.  I love the name of your blog. It’s so true.

My name is T.A. Chase and I write m/m romance. In case some of you didn’t know that. I have a new story out in the Semper Fidelis anthology called Always Ready.  All the stories in this particular anthology are about Marines, the Navy or the Coast Guard.

Always Ready is the Coast Guard motto, so obviously my story features a man serving as a rescue swimmer out of the Guard station on Kodiak Island in Alaska. Dean Jacobson loves saving people who get caught in the unpredictable weather of the Bering Sea. There’s only one person he loves more than his job and that is Phillip Rhodes. Phil Rhodes’s family has been crab fishermen on the Sea for generations. He knows the dangers, but he also knows his lover will be there to save him if things go wrong.

I’ll admit to watching too many episodes of Deadliest Catch. I love watching those guys battle the elements to bring in their quota and have had this idea for a story set in that place for a long time. Being a crab fisherman on the Bering Sea has long been considered the most dangerous job in the world. They have to deal with negative temperatures while being pummeled by storms that reach hurricane strength. I never knew there could be hurricanes in that stretch of the world.

Crabbers have to worry about being crushed by their crab pots while huge waves crash over the sides of the boats. They have to worry about being swept out into the freezing water or their boat capsizing. Once they go into the water, they have a short period of time to be recovered before hypothermia sets in.

Plus I’ve thought the Coast Guard has kind of gotten the short end of the stick when it comes to romances being written about them. Yet they deal with some of the most dangerous situations our military gets involved in. They must confront drug smugglers on the high seas as well as go into hurricanes to save people.  I decided to write a story about unheralded heroes. Those men—and women—who don’t always get the publicity and accolades for what they do, but they still do their jobs, keeping our shores safe.

What better way to show my appreciation of both types of men than to have them fall in love with each other. A man in uniform who risks his life every time he climbs into the helicopter and the captain of his own fishing boat who risks his life each time he leaves the docks at Dutch Harbor for the season.

For both men, their jobs are dangerous, but they wouldn’t do anything else. Doing something else wouldn’t make them who they are.

Thank you again for letting me talk about my obsession with crab fishermen and Coast Guard rescue swimmers. I hope you take a moment to check out Semper Fidelis and the other stories in the anthology.

About TA Chase:

There is beauty in every kind of love, so why not live a life without boundaries? Experiencing everything the world offers fascinates TA and writing about the things that make each of us unique is how she shares those insights. When not writing, TA’s watching movies, reading and living life to the fullest.

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Blurb for the Semper Fidelis anthology:

‘Anomaly’ by S.A. McAuley

Staff Sergeant Galen Welc is known for his uncanny ability to spot improvised explosive devices and so he’s pitted against the latest in defense technology. He trusts his instincts and his training, but they may just be leading him somewhere—and to an explosive reaction with someone—he could never see coming.

‘Always Ready’ by T.A. Chase

Making a living on the Bering Sea is hard enough, but throw love into the equation, and things can blow into a hurricane. Dean and Phil must always be ready to love each other because life can be taken so easily when one works on the sea.

‘A Ring and a Vow’ by Devon Rhodes

Every promise must someday be fulfilled, and the best way Owen knows how to reward Cary’s faith is with a vow. It’s been nearly five years since Owen went down on one knee with his Academy ring and promised Cary he’d someday do it for real. With Cary being a Naval aviator and Owen a Marine officer serving in Iraq, they’re rarely on the same continent, let alone together. Cary has been waiting for Owen for years—there was no chance he’d ever say anything but yes. Owen is coming home at last, and wants to make a home with him.

‘My Marine’ by LE Franks and Sara York

Marine Captain Sean Kelley loves his country and the men he serves with, but when he meets Akim, he’s tempted to throw it all away for the mysterious man. Akim Bijan has a secret of his own—one large enough to get more than just himself killed if it’s revealed. But from the moment he first lays eyes on the handsome Marine, he’s tempted to do just that. When tragedy strikes, Akim is afraid he’s lost Sean for good and he’s forced to make a decision that will change both their lives.

‘Soul Sick’ by Kendall McKenna

Jamie thought he made it home to Tucker, leaving war behind. Now, each day he battles to fit into his own life, and save the love that saved his life. Jamie is a captain in the US Marine Corps who carried a photo of Tucker with him throughout his deployment. Tucker is a reformed bad boy who has an advanced degree and an important job but still sports long hair and tattoos. Now, they’re struggling to learn to live with each other again, and things are going downhill fast.

‘Safe Shores’ by Morticia Knight

Kirk’s Coast Guard lover, Shane, is the only person who can save his son from a vicious storm—if he’s not too late. Shane and Kirk’s joyful reunion is interrupted when an unusually vicious gale storm threatens the coast. Kirk has to stand by helplessly and wait while his lover battles the raging seas to save his son. In an instant, Kirk could lose everyone he holds dear.

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