GUEST POST: Claiming Dane by Pauline Allan



With a past shadowed in vices, Tony Morretti is finally ready to face his demons. A Dominant surgeon, fearless and desperate, he risks everything to leave his career, the empty relationships, the façade of a life he’s created to attend his brother’s memorial. Guilt threatens to drown any hope of a stable future with his family’s forgiveness when his mother asks him not to attend the service. With a wake of devastating decisions, he has to make one more. Stay and risk falling in love with a man threatening to open every wound in his jaded soul or return home and fall deeper into the darkness he’s created.

A wounded soldier, Dane McNeil, has to once again take a risk. A one night stand with the dark haired stranger standing in his hotel lobby would lead to more broken promises, more offers to kneel at the feet of yet another empty affair. “This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.” An oath Dane has sworn to live by will now defend his young daughter’s life from her dangerous mother. With a hotel and security business to run, his life has fallen into days of coloring books and leaky faucets. While his heart longs to share a bed with the sexy doctor who’s landed on the doorstep desperate for a room, he knows that handsome smile will lead to more sleepless nights and yet another crack in what’s left of his already shattered heart.

Trust is broken when secrets are revealed and Dane must walk away from the only man he’s ever loved. For a reluctant Dominant, Tony is terrified. He doesn’t need another sub to take care of, another lover incapable of keeping the commanding darkness from killing his soul.

But, Dane’s no longer a sub.
Tony, no longer a Dom.

Claiming Dane is book two in the Hot Southern Nights series. This book can be read as a standalone or with Gilded Lily, book one in this series.

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Hearing the boo’s and witchy cackles yet? With handfuls of brightly shimmering candy wrappers scattered over the living room floor I come to you with tales from the dark side. Well, the dark side and the sexy guys kissing side. And, maybe a little bit of chocolate induced coma as well.

In my new release, Claiming Dane, the hunky heroes have pasts that have come full circle and threaten to break their souls to the core. Tony’s rocky history has become Dane’s reality. With an ex-wife—yes I said ex-wife—back to put everyone’s lives in danger, Tony must decide to stay and fight for the only love he’s ever known or leave. Run from the Dom he used to be. Run from the vulnerability of Dane’s gaze when they’re in bed. Run and drown in the darkness forcing his head under the water of his dismal future.

But, Dane’s a Marine and Marines never quit. Twisted tackles and hand-to-hand combat is in his blood. He’s ready to battle for the heart of his man and try like hell not to let the mistakes of his past pull him from his only true shot at happiness.

In all of the turmoil and angst, there’s a sweet face. Caroline McNeill is Dane’s five year old daughter and that’s where the bumps in the night come into play. Dane owns the Wisteria hotel in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. So, now some truth in the weaving of this complex story. The Wisteria was a hotel in the city that now stands as an apartment complex. The charm is gone in reality, but brought back to its glory in the book.

The charm of the hotel is the myth it’s haunted and Caroline loves to tag along with the local ghost hunters to roam the halls hunting for the departed. Truth: I was once a member of a local ghost tracker group and we toured an abandoned state asylum. We were lucky enough to snap pictures and video of some creepy shadows and unexplained phenomena.

Dane is forced to confront his PTSD. With several servicemen in my family, I have watched how they struggled to cope and function with the symptoms they experience. I’m so proud of how well they’ve done.

Weaved throughout the story is another truth. Addiction. I’m a registered nurse. I work with babies who are withdrawing from opiates due to their mother’s drug use during pregnancy. I’ve worked with many women and their families during this difficult process. Melissa, Dane’s ex-wife, is a manifestation of the many experiences I’ve had over the years. This is a crisis in our nation and Melissa’s character is the depiction of those women.

Claiming Dane’s inspiration was drawn from many of my experiences, the ups and downs, the dark and light, the dichotomy between the sacred and the profane. My hope for the readers is this story takes them on an emotional journey where the truth is revealed. That truth being love comes in many forms. Two men. Two women. Many complexities of the heart bring joy to the individual and we are not here to judge that union.

Thank you so much for welcoming me to Two Men are Better Than One. And yes, how true that is…two men are definitly better than one!

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619tizmkjbl-_uy200_Pauline lives in the Midwest with her hero husband, two handsome boys, one ornery cat, and a lovely Pitbull. She enjoys writing erotic romance for all readers. From MM contemporary romance series to LGBT fairytales, Pauline shares stories that she holds close to her heart. By day Pauline is a special care baby registered nurse and by night a hopeless romantic. She loves to travel to New Orleans twice a year to recharge her creative battery and enjoy a bag full of powdered sugar covered beignets. Sit down, relax and Laissez les bons temps rouler!

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COVER REVEAL! Alpha Barman by Sue Brown

Today we welcome Sue Brown to Two Men for a cover reveal… and what a pretty cover it is! We’re looking forward to getting our grubby hands on this one.

Sue Brown – Alpha Barman

Release Date: November 24 2016

Jake Tyler walked out of Special Ops two years ago, a devastated, broken man after he discovered his sister brutally murdered by her husband, Riley. Since then he’s found a kind of peace running a rural bar. The last thing Jake Tyler expects is his former team to turn up with grim news. Jake’s ex-brother-in-law has escaped from prison and is heading Jake’s way. The team is here to protect Jake, whether he likes it or not and a decision reluctantly shared by their leader, Jake’s ex-lover Mitch Mitchelson.

Mitch is angry and hurting. The man he trusted and the man he adored more than anything abandoned both his team and Mitch. Jake never gave Mitch a chance to help or come to terms with his desertion. Regardless of mission protocols, Mitch isn’t about to open his heart again to that kind of pain.

But the strong attraction between them can’t be denied. How are they ever going to work together when Mitch still resents Jake’s disappearance, and to Jake, the team represents everything that destroyed him in the first place? And meantime they wait for Riley to find them… and to settle the threat once and for all.

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Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn’t following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot, and has become an expert at ignoring the orders.

 Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. She had an Aha moment and put pen to paper that same day. Sue may be late to the party, but she’s made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.

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GUEST POST, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Reclaiming Hope by Shell Taylor



reclaiminghopefsTITLE: Reclaiming Hope

SERIES: Home for Hope #3

AUTHOR: Shell Taylor

PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press


LENGTH: 210 Pages

RELEASE DATE: October 14, 2016

BLURB: Sequel to Resurrecting Hope

Home for Hope: Book Three

Four years ago, Kollin Haverty’s best friend, Riley Meadows, dropped off the face of the earth. When he shows up out of the blue, armed with a flimsy excuse for disappearing and having nearly completed his transition from female to male, Kollin wants to pick up where they left off. But Riley’s unwillingness to be honest with Kollin prevents him from fully trusting Riley again. Despite Riley’s insecurities and Kollin’s abandonment issues, they quickly discover there’s something more than friendship between them.

When a ghost from Riley’s past unexpectedly appears with haunting memories in tow, Kollin’s anger about being lied to outweighs his desire to be the understanding boyfriend Riley needs. As Riley’s web of strategically withheld secrets begins to unravel, he must find the courage to pursue his own peace before he can move forward with Kollin, and Kollin must decide what’s more important—supporting his best friend or protecting himself.


Hi, everyone! First, I want to thank Because Two Men are Better than One for having me today! I wanted to share a little bit about writing the bad guy in a book, particularly Tony in Reclaiming Hope. Without giving too much away for anyone who hasn’t read, Tony is Riley’s ex… sort of. But he’s a huge jerk, and if he has any redeeming qualities, they definitely aren’t portrayed in this book.

There’s a certain satisfaction for me in writing the bad guy. I’m able to get all these icky feelings out of my system and put them into one person. For the most part, I try to write flawed characters who are trying their best. My characters do things we know they shouldn’t, and they make irrational decisions, and they don’t trust when they should, and they get angry when they shouldn’t… but man, they never stop trying.

But then there are characters like Tony or a Kollin’s parents (in Redeeming Hope) or Adam’s parents (in Resurrecting Hope) and they’re just foul, foul people.  Writing characters who seem to have no redeeming qualities can be fun, but at the same time there’s a recognition that even though my characters are fake, I’m able to write them because I know of people who behave like this. There are times I’ve read books and there will be a character so horrible that I think the author probably carried it a little too far because no one would ever possibly hold that much hate in their heart. But then I scour the comments section of a Facebook post and find out… yeah, maybe some people are that disgusting. So along with the evil joy of getting the ick out of my system with these bad guys, there’s also a heaviness attached that demands respect.

One thing I’ve learned—from reading and from being an author—is that sometimes we still want those bad guys to turn themselves around and do the right thing. It begs the question… are there truly bad people out there or only good people who do bad things? I’m one of the most annoyingly optimistic people on this planet, but I still think there are just some bad people out there. If there can be good people who do bad things, there can also be bad people who do something good every once in a while.

In Reclaiming Hope, Tony doesn’t get much page time, but it’s still pretty clear that he’s just an all-around terrible person. He embodies the pieces of humanity that I despise most… a falseness to get what you want, using your power to belittle someone you know is already hurting, he’s selfish and a liar and a manipulator… Ugh. People like that have a way of getting inside your head and settling there, even long after they’ve left your life. Riley’s survival after Tony is his biggest example of his strength, in my opinion. So even though I hate Tony, I’m grateful I was able to use him in this story to showcase how impressive Riley’s survival is.

Thanks so much for stopping by today. Don’t forget to enter to win the giveaway for a chance to win an Amazon gift card or a book from my backlist. Or… if you’d rather, I also have an audio copy of Redeeming Hope (Home for Hope book 1) to give away!


Adam rolled his eyes to mimic her and then turned his attention toward Kollin. “Look who the cat dragged in.”

For some reason, Kollin’s heart fluttered. Waves of nervousness raced through his body as he tried to figure out why Adam thought he should know the stranger. He’d never told either of his parents about meeting the guy at the bookstore, and even if he had, Adam couldn’t have known he was the same person.

The man studied the ground, seemingly reluctant to look at Kollin, but Kollin knew he couldn’t identify him even if they were staring directly at one another.

Fortunately Adam saved him from further embarrassment. “I didn’t recognize Riley until he threatened to own me in Ping-Pong.”

Kollin sucked in a huge gulp of air. The nervous flutters, which had been nothing more than a curious enigma, ceased, and he suddenly felt as if a boulder had settled in the pit of his stomach.

He hadn’t spoken to Riley Meadows in over four years. When Kollin’s parents kicked him out, Riley had been the one who kept Kollin sane. He tethered him to reality when all he’d wanted was to escape inside himself. They’d kept in touch when Riley first went to college and somehow became even closer—until Riley seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. Phone calls, e-mails, texts… all unanswered. Kollin eventually took the hint and gave up.

Now Riley was back?


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Shell Taylor is a full-time mother of three exuberant and loving kiddos and one fur baby, a tiny but fierce Yorkie-poo named Rocco. As a Christian who practices love, grace, and humility, she tries her best to instill these same virtues in her rowdy kids. She is a huge fan of Marvel comics and will never stop loving Harry Potter (Hufflepuff pride, baby!) When Shell isn’t writing, she can be found binge watching Netflix or volunteering at her church and childrens’ school. Shell considers herself blessed to have married a strong, supportive man who works hard to allow her to continue to follow her dreams.

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INTERVIEW: Forever New by Laura N. Andrews


Hi Laura and welcome to Two Men. Firstly, congratulations on the release of your new book, Forever You, and thank you for allowing me to ask you some questions.

I see Forever You is your second book, your first book being an M/F romance. What made you decide to venture into the world of M/M romance?

Hi and thank YOU for asking them! I’d actually explored the idea of M/M romance writing before this one, as the second book in my Timeless Love series will also be a romance between two men. However, I was inspired to write Forever You when my publisher decided to do an M/M romance collection called, Trade Me. It was a few years ago now when I was first introduced to this genre and ever since then I’ve tried my hand at writing it as well. Plus, I’m a big QAF (Queer as Folk) fan!

Can you tell us a little about Forever You and the inspiration for the story?

The Trade Me collection had only a few stipulations. Two of them being that the story had to be M/M romance and one or both men had to have a trade. As soon as I saw this I was inspired to write from a mechanic’s point of view and then the story grew from there. Forever You is a romance between one openly gay man Matthew, and another man who is entranced by him, Benjamin. They meet through Matt’s twin sister and Matt ends up working for Ben at his garage. Ben’s interest in Matt makes Ben question his sexuality.

Your bio shows you have a law enforcement background but currently work in pharmacy. Is law enforcement something you think you’ll get actively involved in and can we expect to see some of this knowledge come through in your stories?

I hope so! Ever since primary school and high school, law has interested me. For a while I wanted to be a police officer or a lawyer, and after finishing school I figured I’d delve into that subject by studying it and seeing how I go. After completing the diploma there were some areas I was more interested in, like criminology, than others, like jurisprudence. However after getting a job as a pharmacy assistant, I’ve kept at that the last few years and am quite happy with it. I do hope I’ll incorporate my experience and intrigue in the law, into a book or two!

I was thrilled to see you live in Australia. Although Perth is across the other side of the country from me, it’s nice to meet new Australian authors and people in the same (sort of) time zone. 🙂 Forever You is set in the US, will we see any stories from you set in Australia? And why did you choose the US for the setting of this book?

Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, oi, oi, oi! This was actually another condition of the Trade Me collection, it had to be set in the US. My first book, This Time, and any others in that series (the Timeless Love series) will be set in Australia. At this stage they will all be set in Perth, but that may change. I also have a few more ideas in the works that’ll be set in Australia.

I write books set in both Australia and the US and find it has its challenges. Do you need to do anything special when you are writing a book set outside your own country?

Research! I find the main struggle is the language. It’s often I’ll include a phrase or a word that I later find out is completely Aussie that no one else understands lol. So if I’m writing a story based in the US and there’s ever something I’m not sure of, I’ll look it up and see if there’s a more American way of explaining a certain situation. Overall research is needed for a lot of different aspects that differ between the US and Australia. One thing for example when it comes to law is gay marriage, its legal in the US but unfortunately Australia isn’t there…yet!

Now that you’ve written and published both M/F and M/M romance, do you have a preference? What can your readers expect to see from you next?

I love writing romance full stop, but I think if I had to pick between one or the other, I do prefer writing M/M romance. I mean, two men are better than one! I’ve recently sent my publisher the second book of my Timeless Love series which is also an M/M romance, so that’s hopefully going to be published next. This series changes main character/s with each book, so it allows me to broaden the scope and because new characters are introduced I feel like there’s no limit. I don’t have a clue how many I’ll end up writing and I love that!

I’ve also started writing a YA paranormal trilogy which will be based in Australia.

Thank you so much for joining us and sharing some things about your writing. Best of luck with your release.


Matthew Price travels across the country to join his twin sister in Brooklyn. As an openly gay man who appreciates casual flings, the last thing he expects is to meet the man of his dreams.

Benjamin Stokes has always considered himself straight. When he hires Matthew to work at his garage and finds himself captivated, his sexuality comes into question.

From the moment they meet, their sexual desires grow fierce. Will they discover a deeper connection than just the physical? Can theirs be a love story that will last forever?


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author-picCanadian born Laura N. Andrews moved to Australia when she was three years old. When she finished high school, she successfully completed her studies in law enforcement. Since then, she’s been working for over five years as a pharmacy assistant. When she’s not working or spending time with family and friends, you can find her either curled up with a book or writing one of her own.





EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Full Circle by Victoria Sue



fullcircle_fsTITLE: Full Circle

SERIES: Sirius Wolves #7

AUTHOR: Victoria Sue

PUBLISHER: Dark Hollow Press

COVER ARTIST: Dark Hollow Press

LENGTH: 50,000 words

RELEASE DATE: October 18, 2016

BLURB: “Win the love of the wolf with the hardest heart.”

Faced with eternal banishment to hell, Anubis, god of the underworld, has found a loophole in one of the oldest laws which will allow him to unleash his evil on an unsuspecting human world. Orion’s only hope to stop him is to accept his challenge: send a champion to win the love of the wolf with the hardest heart. It will take someone with a pure heart to soften a closed one, so faced with the threat of losing not only the werewolves, but the destruction of the human race, the gods can only do one thing — send Adam, one of their own.

Adam quickly realizes that the werewolf whose love he must win is Jed. Wounded after the loss of his wife and son, Jed promised he would never love again or be responsible for someone else’s happiness. Adam has been given a near impossible task.

Anubis is eager to see Adam fail, and unbeknown to everyone takes matters into his own hands to make sure of it. Everything happening now is part of his master plan, and finally it has come full circle.

Even if Adam succeeds and wins Jed’s heart, will that love survive when Jed discovers the whole thing was nothing more than a bet? Or when Adam does the one thing he mustn’t and falls in love himself, will he not only break Jed’s heart but completely destroy his own?


He quickly set his hand to a steady rhythm, coaxing all sorts of wonderful sounds from Adam, helpless to keep his own eyes open even though he wanted to gaze in awe at the rapture on Adam’s face. It was so good. The friction made him helpless to stop the deep shudders that wracked his body and seemed to rush through his blood. Adam’s cries turned to simple begging when he twisted his wrist and brushed his palm over both swollen heads — not to stop, never to stop, and how he was so close and how it was so good.

Was it pleasure or was it bone deep need that kept Jed’s hand urging them on, his lips slack, his eyes screwed tight as he rode the wave that built in his groin and lapped at every inch of Adam’s skin. He felt the heat on his hand and the pulse in his cock. Heard the soft guttural cry from Adam and leaned forward, his lips possessing Adam’s mouth as if he could swallow his cry of release and keep it inside of him.

Jed gentled his hand as Adam mewled in the back of his throat, both of Adam’s hands surrounding his neck and pressing tightly with an overwhelming urge to simply hang on.

They shared kisses. Shared air. Jed swallowed every reaction from Adam because it was precious. Finally, he wiped his hand and their bodies clean on the sheet and drew Adam in closer.

His heart beat loudly in his ears. Jed didn’t want to think about what they had just done, and let reality intrude on the bliss that seemed to wrap them both up. It wasn’t the whole fucking a guy thing, even though he was still in shock about that. It was the need inside of him, the nameless urge that transcended sex or narrow bigoted views of what made other people happy. In a lot of ways, it wasn’t even the fact that Adam was human and Jed was not.

It was his unshaking certainty that as soon as Jed trusted, as soon as Jed let in a little belief, as soon as Jed started thinking in terms of forever… That’s when it would happen. That’s when his forever would be ripped away. It had with his family. The day his father hadn’t returned from the hunt because of a human’s bullet. The day they’d fled their home because the forest was cleared to make a human town, and his family had no idea how to live in one. The day he was out scrounging for food to fill their empty bellies because it was winter and they should have been warm and safe in their homes, and his little sister had been attacked by a rogue. The rogue had been insane, half-mad with whatever injustice had caused him to attack a pup, and his mom had died trying to defend her.

And then he had trusted once more. Raye had waltzed into his life and danced his objections away. Then it had happened again, as surely as Jed feared it would.

He clutched Adam tighter, knowing his hold wouldn’t last, knowing Adam would be ripped from him like everyone else…

He no longer had any dreams that could be taken from him. He’d accepted long ago that the pack would be his life, but he would go home alone every day. He almost didn’t mind because he knew it wasn’t a matter of if Adam would realize he was a pathetic old man and would leave.

It was simply a matter of when.


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Jed gentled his hand as Adam mewled in the back of his throat, both of Adam’s hands surrounding his neck and pressing tightly with an overwhelming urge to simply hang on.

They shared kisses. Shared air. Jed swallowed every reaction from Adam because it was precious. Finally, he wiped his hand and their bodies clean on the sheet and drew Adam in closer.

His heart beat loudly in his ears. Jed didn’t want to think about what they had just done, and let reality intrude on the bliss that seemed to wrap them both up. It wasn’t the whole fucking a guy thing, even though he was still in shock about that. It was the need inside of him, the nameless urge that transcended sex or narrow bigoted views of what made other people happy. In a lot of ways, it wasn’t even the fact that Adam was human and Jed was not.

It was his unshaking doubt that as soon as Jed trusted, as soon as Jed let in a little belief, as soon as Jed started thinking in terms of forever… That’s when it would happen. That’s when his forever would be ripped away. It had with his family. The day his father hadn’t returned from the hunt because of a human’s bullet. The day they’d fled their home because the forest was cleared to make a human town, and his family had no idea how to live in one. The day he was out scrounging for food to fill their empty bellies because it was winter and they should have been warm and safe in their homes, and his little sister had been attacked by a rogue. The rogue had been insane, half-mad with whatever injustice had caused him to attack a pup, and his mom had died trying to defend her.

And then he had trusted once more. Raye had waltzed into his life and danced his objections away. Then it had happened again, as surely as Jed feared it would.

He clutched Adam tighter, knowing his hold wouldn’t last, knowing Adam would be ripped from him like everyone else…

He no longer had any dreams that could be taken from him. He’d accepted long ago that the pack would be his life, but he would go home alone every day. He almost didn’t mind because he knew it wasn’t a matter if Adam would realize he was a pathetic old man and would leave.

It was simply a matter of when.


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Has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids’ adventure stories, she would go raid her Mom’s. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.

She’s still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature – love is love, no matter what it says on the box.

In fact if they don’t fit very neatly into any box she loves them even more!

She has a very patient husband and three wonderful children. In 2010 in search of adventure they all moved from the UK to the US and are happily settled in Florida.

In 2013 after reading love stories for so long she decided to write her own.

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GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY: Wolf In League by AF Henley


Today’s post brings us to the final one for the Wolf, in League blog tour and giveaway. I am very grateful to Because Two Men are Better than One for giving me this venue to celebrate with you all, and I hope you’ve enjoyed the tour. For those who are joining the tour for the first time, I am so happy that you caught up with us. Let me sum up what we’ve been doing…

Wolf in League is the third novel in the Wolf series, and to celebrate I’ve been running a “tiny teaser” blog tour highlighting moments and people in the novel. It’s been a lot of work, and a lot of fun, and I can only hope that I’ve managed to pass on even one-tenth of the excitement that I’ve been feeling over this novel for the last year or so. I have a little more than just excerpts for you, though.

In keeping with tradition for the Wolf series blog tours, there’s also giveaway. One winner, tour-wide, is going to walk away with a signed, print copy of Wolf in League, a “crystal and silver” diamante Howling Wolf Pendant, and a $20 gift certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market. That’s right, one winner takes the whole lot. Follow the post to the end to find out how to play along.

And now, the final teaser, and one last look at the new novel. If you enjoy it, please consider grabbing your own copy. I would absolutely love to hear what you think of the novel…

Tiny Teaser: Post 13

It took several seconds for Matthew’s thoughts to gather cohesion. He’d been dreaming, and it had been a very good dream indeed—a dream that was made up of snapshot images of tongues and fingers and slippery wet penises that came from everywhere, but at the same time, all belonged to Gavin. He knew that in the way a dream’s eye always knew what was familiar and what was not.

It had been a dream that was displaced and fragmented…  and that had somehow made it seem all the more erotic. All those parts of Gavin, multiplying, searching him out and filling him up in every way possible, drawing him in and wrapping around him at the very same time. It was not a dream where a mere demand to “wakey, wakey” would be enough to free him. Besides, it couldn’t be morning. Not yet.

He turned his head away, found that his face was still against Gavin’s shoulder, and buried himself into the hollow of Gavin’s neck, a spot that the blanket, and maybe even his own breath, had finally found a way to warm. He slid his hand across Gavin’s chest, tucked it under Gavin’s arm, and clenched Gavin closer. A light, pleased sigh was breathed into his hair.

“Yes, yes,” someone said. “Much adorable. Very sweet.”

It was a voice Matthew didn’t recognize at all. Whether Gavin caught that thought, had his own moment of realization, or merely noticed that Matthew was moving, both of them reacted in tandem.

Matthew sat up, staring wildly around the room. Gavin sat up behind him, cursed, and tried to catch Matthew’s waist before Matthew could rise. Matthew moved one iota faster than Gavin and stood, grasping pointlessly at the blanket that was already flumping to the floor.

A stranger! No… two. Not even two, but four!

The strangers were pale, so very, very pale that their skin glowed in the darkness. Matthew’s insides filled with horror. He didn’t need a name. One of them had to be Arius. Had to be.

Even so, he stuttered, “W-who are you? What do you want? Why are you here?”

The strangers seemed to completely ignore his questions.

Matthew heard Gavin rise before he felt Gavin’s body press against his. But for the socks on Matthew’s feet, they were both as naked as the day they’d been born. He felt vulnerable and exposed, and his left hand fell to cover his groin, as if that was going to do a darn thing to help.

“Not an entirely unattractive picture, is it?” one of the strangers said. He clicked his tongue and stared at Gavin. “And look at you, sir. What a cozy little nest you have going on here. Brilliant set up.” His gaze slipped to the side and he eyed Matthew with an advancing grin. “I think we’ll take it.”

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wolf-in-league-front-coverWolf, in League

It’s been months since anyone at the Committee has had any contact from the O’Connell family or their pack members, and they are not happy. Suspicious of the activities that took place in D.C. and determined to find out what the wolves are up to, the Committee recruits one of their newest residents, Doctor Matthew Dietrich, to play the part of neighbor and infiltrate the family.

Matthew has always been a keep-to-himself kind of person. Though idealistic and optimistic, he prefers to work in solitude, at night, while he researches the findings that he hopes will one day change the world. When he’s approached by the executives of the Center, he has no idea why they’d choose him. And to say he is skeptical over the concept of men that can shift into wolves would be an understatement. Until he meets his new partner, the man that will play the part of his “husband” in the Committee’s scheme, Doctor Gavin Strauss.

Genre: Gay, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Notes: Wolf, in League contains some explicit and violent content

Book 3 in the Wolf series

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The Giveaway

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As always, my thanks to Because Two Men are Better than One for hosting today’s final post, and a great big thank you to you, as well, for joining me. Best of luck with the giveaway and I hope you enjoyed the post!

Until next time,

AF Henley ❤



BLOG TOUR GUEST POST: 7 with 1 Blow by Caraway Carter


Thank you for hosting me today, Nic. I’d like to kick off this post by tossing in an exclusive excerpt from 7 With 1 Blow.


One afternoon, he was placed on a metal Saint Andrew’s Cross that he’d not been on before. Mistress Joan and boy Bob were prepping Taylor for a night on the cross with her violet wand, and although he’d felt it from Gio’s hands before, he was nervous at the new and added element: the X-shaped metal cross.

Today, I present you with the definition of VIOLET WAND. The BDSM Wiki defines it: Violet wands are modern electrical stimulation tools. They are used for the application of low current, high voltage (min 35 kV to max 65 kV typically), high-frequency, electricity to the body. They are most commonly used in BDSM though erotic sensation play is another known application. A violet wand typically consists of a hand held “wand” made of plastic which encases a high voltage electrical transformer. The base of the handle has a permanently attached electrical cord which plugs directly into a wall outlet. The use of a GFCI is recommended to protect users from failures or breaks in the case that could expose them to the high-current input voltage as is testing the outlet with a circuit tester to ensure the outlet integrity.

In my experience, and yes I’ve experienced one. the sensations were thrilling and I felt energized. I’m a bit of a masochist, so it might have been a different experience for me, than for anyone else. With my eyes closed, it made me feel as though I were being hit with lightning, and you could smell the hair being singed off my body.

There are accessories available, but anything metal can be used. In the scene above, by placing Taylor on a metal X-Frame, with an electrode under his foot this way the cross AND Taylor are insulated – NOT grounded. It gives the experience added dimension, because anytime Taylor would make contact with the metal he’d feel a shock.

Granted not everything is for everyone. As the saying goes, YKINMK or Your Kink Is Not My Kink. That’s why you discuss everything with your Dom/Top.

This is my last blog stop, I hope you learned some things from my posts. If you have questions or would like to learn more about me, check out my website.


7 With 1 Blow

Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing
Cover Artist: Caraway Carter

Length: 46,000 Words
Rating: Adult/Mature
Amazon: US I CA I AU I UK I DE


When Taylor Little, who styles himself “Dom Seven,” is unwillingly taken into custody by the Cadre, he is put between a rock and a hard place. Either he will go to jail for his abuses against the local BDSM community, or he will accept retraining from the bottom up, learning to be a slave before he ever lays a flogger on another human being again.

In this tale of redemption, Taylor must face his demons as he learns to accept his status with mouth, mind, and heart.

WARNING: This story contains scenes of sexual intimacy and BDSM.


The man of the evening arrived—late as usual, but no one was surprised. It was just his style. During his few short years in the Scene, Taylor Little had gathered quite a following between customers, hangers-on, flatterers, and the occasional scene partner. It wasn’t the most experienced or the most prestigious crowd in the local Scene—in fact, many of Little’s followers were even less experienced than he was—and people had noticed. Important people, people who could make or break a new Dom.

Not that Taylor Little cared. He’d ruined munches, crashed play parties, and generally acted like an arrogant banty rooster in a too-small hen yard. It wasn’t surprising when he would show up at a munch, poach an inexperienced boy, and put him on the web in a BDSM porn shoot a week later; it was just inappropriate.

His lateness was also par for the course. Taylor Little—who called himself “Dom Seven”—made his elaborate entrance. Normally, his slaves crawled before him, regardless of the venue or whether it was appropriate. The sharper-tongued members of the Scene whispered that it was because of his height, which, even with his heavy boots, topped out at five foot seven. But this time, his current slave walked in front of him, shirtless, his neck enclosed inside a black leather collar. A chain snaked away from the collar’s single jump ring and into Taylor’s black-gloved hand.

In an uncharacteristic nod to propriety, Taylor had had this slave wear dirty white Converse tennis shoes and tight black jeans, with a thick black leather belt. As they entered the room, a scowl crossed Taylor’s face. It were as if no one had paid attention to anything he had done with his slave; the crowd was still looking at Mistress Joan.

Taylor and his slave were the only ones not looking at Mistress Joan. Instead, Taylor looked around the room to see if anyone was checking out his new boy while the slave kept his own eyes focused on his shoes. Not a single soul was looking their way. With a frown and a muttered command, Taylor tapped the slave on the shoulder. The boy nodded his head and dropped to his knees as Taylor looked around for an open chair. As the boy fell to the ground, the door of the backroom swung shut so that no one, aside from those gathered in the room, was witness to the slave boy’s further humiliation.

About the Author

Caraway Carter has worn numerous hats. He’s been a furniture salesman, a dresser, a costumer, an actor/waiter, a rabble rouser, a poet and most recently a writer. He married his husband on Halloween and they are the loving parents of an adorable cat, named Molly. He loves words and stringing them together, he loves sex and sexy men. He loves seeing how far his muse will take him and he’s looking forward to entertaining you.

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Blog Tour Schedule
Septmeber 30th: Mann Ramblings Lila Leigh Hunter
October 7th: Dawn Sister
October 14th: A.M. Leibowitz
October 15th: Posy Roberts
October 17th: Hans M Hirschi
October 21st: *RELEASE DAY* Aisling Mancy Louisa Bacio Tammy Middleton April Kelley
October 22nd: Because Two Men Are Better Than One (Nic Starr)


GUEST POST: Dangerous Waves by LM Brown


Mythology by LM Brown

Mythology has always fascinated me. The only time I didn’t love it was when I sat my A Level General Studies exam and saw Roman Mythology on the paper, after being taught Greek Mythology by the teacher. But the less said about that, the better.

My favourite mythological beings to read about are the Greeks, Norse, and Egyptian. I have a tiny, relatively quiet, little plot bunny nudging me to write a story set in ancient Egypt, just so I can play about with their pantheon too.

Films like Clash of the Titans, Jason and the Argonauts (the originals) as well as the old Sinbad films, helped to foster my interest in mythology and fantastical creatures, as well as series such as Hercules and Xena, which I also enjoyed. Those series were worth watching just for the completely ditzy Aphrodite, who shares a few qualities with my version of the Atlantean Goddess of Love. I loved the way this series breathed new life and added interesting new twists to the old stories.

Most of the newer series like the modern version of Sinbad as well as Atlantis (which borrowed heavily from Greek mythology) didn’t last long enough to truly make their mark with me, though I enjoyed them while they lasted.

As soon as I started my Mermen & Magic series I knew the magic part of the series would stem from the Atlantean gods and goddesses. I see the merpeople as a race who are not so much magical as merely undiscovered in the vast unexplored oceans of the world.

Finding true accounts of the deities worshipped by the people of Atlantis is no easy task. After all, if the island and city ever did exist – I personally believe it did – then the records of their rulers and gods will be lost beneath the ocean, along with the land itself. That being the case, who but the inhabitants of the sea would ever know the truth?

Since I needed an Atlantean pantheon of immortals, I decided to take a leaf out of the book of Sherrilyn Kenyon and simply create my own. Thus the likes of Medina Goddess of Love, Cari Goddess of Prophecy, Caspian God of Justice, and many more came to life to help and hinder my mermen in their quests for love.

Creating an entire pantheon has been a lot of fun, and I have spent more hours than I care to admit scribbling down histories and tangled family trees for the various immortals, most of which will never make it into the final books.

The history of what happened to the gods and the Atlantean people who worshipped them will, however, be revealed throughout the course of the series, as a secondary story to the main romances that each book contains.

Thankfully for those readers who have taken a liking to the eternally moody and bad-tempered God of Justice, Caspian, will have his own story told in the final book of the series.

Dangerous Waves (Mermen and Magic #3) is now available to buy and download from all good eBook retailers.


About LM Brown:

L.M. Brown is an English writer of gay romances.  She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.

When L.M. Brown isn’t bribing her fur babies for control of the laptop, she can usually be found with her nose in a book.

Dangerous Waves blurb:

A blind merman fleeing the sunken city of Atlantis is torn between the family he left behind and the love he swims toward.

When Dax lost his family to a shark attack he swam away from everything he had ever known. Now he has come to Atlantis, hoping to reconnect with those he left behind. When he finds his birth clan torn apart, he realizes his journey is just beginning.

Kai is an Oracle, a blind merman, who only has sight when he has a vision. Atlantis, a sanctuary for so many merpeople, is his prison. Desperation drives him to beg the Atlantean Goddess of Love for help.

With the goddess’s promise of love to tempt him, Kai persuades Dax to take him along when he leaves the sunken city.

Although Dax has some reservations about traveling through the ocean with a blind merman in tow, he quickly discovers Kai isn’t as helpless as he appears. Attraction comes easy, but Kai doesn’t seem to feel the same way.

Kai knows he must seduce Dax if he hopes to win his heart, but his inexperience may be his downfall. With Dax’s former lover waiting at the end of their journey, he knows time is running out.

A goddess can only help so much, especially when another immortal would see them part. If the two stubborn mermen want a life together, they will have to learn to communicate and fight for their love.


Now the mating season was here, Kai remembered Medina’s warning to him. If he should give Dax his body before he was sure of his heart, he would lose him. Unfortunately, Kai had no doubt Dax’s heart was securely in his own keeping right now. Kai had no intention of risking losing him for a quick romp in the sand. As painful as the solstice would be, he couldn’t let Dax take him. But what was he supposed to tell Dax about his decision? The truth was out of the question, unless he wanted Dax to think him a fool, or even worse, a manipulator.

“We’ll go to the island until the solstice is over,” Dax stated firmly. “You and I will use each other to break the damn fevers, then we’ll be on our way again.”

“Use each other?” Kai knew what Dax meant, but he still couldn’t quite believe the merman could be so casual about sex. Didn’t sharing his body with a lover mean anything to him?

“I need to take another merman to break the fever. I’m hoping your fever recedes when you’re taken. You’ll forgive me for saying so, but you do rather look like someone who would enjoy being on the receiving end.”

Kai pulled his arm from Dax’s loose grasp. “You think to judge what I need by my appearance? What would you say if I told you I needed to ram my cock into your arse to break my fever? Would you be so eager for us to use each other then?”

Dax grabbed hold of him again, but Kai used his tail to smack him sharply and push him away. “You aren’t going to use me this solstice or any other.”

“You’d rather suffer through the fever just to be faithful to Delwyn?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw the way he kissed you right before we left. Do you think he’ll be moping around waiting for you to come back? No, he’ll be up on the island the colony uses, getting what he needs from another merman.”

“No, he won’t.”

“Of course he will. As soon as he realizes how bad the fever gets when he doesn’t find his release he’ll be begging another merman to take your place.”

Kai smacked Dax again, this time sending him spinning through the water. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve been through enough seasons without breaking the fever to know how bad it is,” Dax argued. “You have no idea of the pain.”

Kai swam away from Dax before he answered. “I know more than you do. How many seasons did you go through without release? Four or five, perhaps? Try going through more than twenty, then speak to me again about the pain.”

“What do you mean, more than twenty?”

“Oracles are not allowed to engage in sexual relations,” Kai explained. “I came into my powers just as I hit puberty. I’m twenty seven years of age and there are two mating seasons a year. You figure out how many times I’ve had to ride out the fever without release.”

“You’re a virgin?” Dax sounded stunned. Kai hadn’t anticipated he wouldn’t believe him. He guessed Dax must have thought he had lots of experience before becoming an Oracle, or he didn’t realize just how much of a prison the city had been for them. Kai supposed it was better he knew the truth now, rather than finding out when they were in the midst of a more intimate situation, assuming they ever were.

“As I said, sexual relations are forbidden for us. We aren’t allowed to leave the city, for any reason.”

“You’re really a virgin?”

Kai smacked Dax with his tail again.

“And would you stop doing that! You know for a blind merman, you’ve got a damn good aim with that thing.”

“I’m the Oracle of the present,” Kai reminded him.


“So, I can see anything happening right now, including where you are.”

“You know, when you describe it like that, it sounds like you aren’t blind at all.”

“Of course I’m blind, but when I use my powers I can see what’s happening around me or anywhere else in the world. It’s draining to use them all the time, but a glimpse now and then is enough for me to get by.”

Dax snorted. “And you choose to use your powers to perfect your aim when you want to assault me. Charming!”

Kai swam away from Dax, and, after a quick glance to get his bearings, he swam for a nearby cave entrance. It didn’t look particularly welcoming, but it would do as a place to wait out the solstice.

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GUEST POST AND EXCERPT! Drawn In by Barbara Elsborg

Art profile portrait of beautiful man with body of athlete. Photo.


Undercover police officer Kell has crossed the line. He’s become trapped in an abusive relationship with his violent thug of a boss and sees no way back without wrecking months of work. The hope of ever being involved with someone who respects him seems a distant dream.

Private investigator Gethin is depressed that the bulk of his work involves following unfaithful partners. He knows just what it’s like to be cheated on. Even worse, his relationship with his ex is complicated and Gethin can see no way of breaking free of a guy who so desperately needs him.

A chance encounter brings Kell and Gethin together, entwining their lives with secrets and danger. They both have reasons to keep things casual. But there are consequences to zipless fucks. Not only do they have to survive people trying to kill them, they need to trust each other and keep their wits about them, while ensuring their hearts stay intact.


It’s much easier when writing a story to set the tale in places you know reasonably well. When I started out writing, I set my stories in New York and then Bogota but I’d never been out of the UK. Now, I know better though Google is so good at providing relevant information, I don’t feel quite so pressurized to stick to places I know.

In Drawn In, I needed to use a beach on the south coast of the UK that was dark and quiet. Suitable for people smuggling. I decided on Pett Level Road, Winchelsea Beach. I checked it out on Google Earth and it looked perfect. Then to my disbelief, on 4 Aug 2016, five Iranians who’d crossed the Channel in a dinghy landed in exactly the spot I’d chosen. If the book had already been published, I might have worried!

Picture of the beach shown below  © Copyright Oast House Archive and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence




The cat yowled as Gethin pulled back into the traffic. He could hear it scratching at the inside of the carrier. He’d never had a pet as a kid though he’d lived in foster homes that had dogs. No cats. Gethin never bothered getting attached to anything or anyone. After his parents died, nothing had been permanent in his life.

He hadn’t realised the cat was out of the bag until the damn thing leapt onto his lap with an outraged snarl and sank its claws into his thigh. He almost drove off the road.

“Jesus Christ. Get off.” He tried to grab the thing by the scruff of the neck and it scratched his hand. “Ouch.”

Gethin was on the motorway, not supposed to pull onto the hard shoulder unless it was an emergency. Unexpectedly sharing a car with a wild animal counted as an emergency. The cat hissed like a pissed off snake and jumped onto the top of the dashboard. Gethin flicked his indicator, pulled off and put on his hazard lights.

No way was he opening a door and risking the animal making a break for it. He unfastened his seatbelt and reached to grab the carrier from the backseat. He had no idea how the thing had escaped.

“Should have called you Houdini,” he muttered.

Wrestling the animal back to safety proved tricky. The cat braced its legs to try and stop Gethin sliding him in, gripping the outside of the carrier with sharp claws. A moment later, Gethin had more scratches and the cat lay sprawled in the footwell, its malevolent stare making its feelings quite clear.

“Nice, kitty.” Vile, spitting, fucking bastard. His hand was bleeding.

Subtlety and speed were called for. Gethin distracted with one hand while he made a grab with the other, and managed to get a firm grip on the back of the cat’s neck.

“There. That wasn’t so bad. Just calm down.”

He stroked it a couple of times, and the cat growled. Before it could wriggle free, he shoved it backward into the carrier and breathed a sigh of relief when he’d pushed the metal gate closed. He clipped the fastening in place. Oh fuck. Two fastenings. That’s what he’d done wrong. The cat’s yowls and hisses increased in volume.

“I love you too.”

He resisted the impulse to toss the carrier on the backseat, and instead put it there carefully before switching off his warning lights and pulling onto the carriageway.

When he’d parked outside the motel, he called Dieter’s mother. “I’m outside. Bring something to cover the cat. They might not allow them in the room.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

Gethin was desperate for a coffee. He was shattered. He yawned and rubbed at the scratch marks on his hands.

Zena opened the car door and slipped into the passenger seat. She glanced in the back and sighed. “That’s not Tigga.”

“What? He was outside your house. It says Tigger on his collar.”

“That’s Miranda’s cat. He’s called Tigger with an er not an a, and there’s no white tip at the end of his tail.”

“Oh fuck,” Gethin muttered.


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CHARITY ANTHOLOGY: Changing on the Fly

M/M Charity Hockey Romance Anthology


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Changing on the Fly is a celebration of romance, featuring six M/M stories about hockey players falling in love on – and off – the ice. All proceeds from the anthology will be donated to a charity that supports inclusiveness in athletics.

The anthology will be available starting in October, 2016, for a limited time only.

It includes the following stories:

Even Strength by Cherylanne Corneille
Next Season by Avon Gale
Going Home by Heather Lire
On Broadway by V.L. Locey
The Brother and the Retired Player by Mary Smith
Take a Shot by Samantha Wayland

Exclusive Excerpt From On Broadway

           “So you’ve lived in the Bronx all your life?” I enquired, eyes on the traffic lights or the passing cars. The interior of the cab had a subtle scent of onion.
            “Born and raised. I got to say you got one funny accent, Riley,” the cabby chuckled.
            “Yeah, I guess so,” I replied with a smile. I mentally drifted away from the man after that point, making noises when needed at a lull in his talking. We passed Radio City Music Hall. I sat up and watched the famous theater drop behind us. “Let me out here.”
            The driver threw a concerned look at me in the rearview mirror. “You sure, Riley? It’s colder than my mother-in-law’s heart out there.”
            “I’m sure,” I replied as I began to open the door. The driver pulled over as closely as he could get to the curb. I jumped out after giving him his fare and a hefty tip. “Thanks, Joe.” I slammed the door then jogged to Rockefeller Center, anticipation building inside my chest.
            Since it was only eight at night, adults and kids covered the ice. I slid into the spot where I had stood with Otto a couple mornings go, my gaze touching on every person down there. “Shit,” I whispered when I failed to find Skating Fabio among the throngs. I lifted my sight to the spot where the massive fir tree had stood. It was gone now. That made my mood a little darker. I was confused about my actions tonight. I was also worried about how deeply I had hoped to catch a glimpse of my mystery man. I spun from the well-lit rink, the sounds of laughter and music bouncing off the buildings that looked down on us. What the fuck was I doing here on my one night off? Why wasn’t I at home enjoying the loft that had set me back a cool two million bucks last year? Better yet, why wasn’t I spending the night at a discreet club or bar looking for someone to share that big, empty, well-decorated loft with?
            Someone tapped my shoulder. My gaze flew to the left. Joe the cabbie stood beside me, his mottled cheeks glowing red from the cold.
            “You okay, Riley?”
            The concern in his eyes touched me. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I just wanted to peek at the rink. Reminds me of my days back in Minnesota, you know?”
            “Oh yeah, sure, I can see that.” Joe gave me a weak smile. “So you done looking now? You want a lift back to your place, maybe?”
            “Thanks, yeah, I need to go home.”
            Joe and I walked off side by side, my hands crammed under my armpits and my thoughts on just how pathetic I truly was. Here was Riley Zeally, the golden child of the league, famous, rich, skilled, not terrible looking, and healthy spending the night with a strange cabbie while searching for some mysterious golden-haired puck pusher. With so many people in New York, you would think no one here would ever be lonely.
            “9th Avenue, Gramercy,” I told Joe when we were both back in his onion-scented ride.
            “Got it,” he replied then began telling me about a road trip to Minnesota he took twenty years ago. Ice fishing with some buddies, he tacked on. I nodded. My attention drifted after a minute or two. Instead of watching the traffic lights or cars, I tried to gaze at the people crossing in front of us at stoplights. They all hustled along without looking left or right. That indifferent and outwardly cold demeanor many Manhattanites moved through life with still set me back on my heels at times. Folks in Sugar Lake never ignored anyone. If you saw someone on the street, you waved or stopped to chat. You didn’t just walk past with a cell phone to your ear. I closed my eyes. My mood was growing more and more dismal with every city block. I missed Minnesota. I missed the family farm, my parents, and my sister. I missed knowing that the people around me loved me for just being Riley. They weren’t after me because of the big contract or the fame.
            “Fucking shithead,” Joe snarled and mashed the brakes. The seatbelt snapped painfully across my chest. My eyes flew open just in time to see Skating Fabio standing in the middle of Park Avenue, his left hand on the hood of Joe’s cab. “What kind of moron are you? Don’t you got no idea of what the fucking crosswalks are for?”
            “No shit,” I whispered and began frantically fighting with the seatbelt. 

Additional Excerpts

V.L. Locey’s On Broadway:

“You’re about as far from being just a guy as I am from being able to play “Rocket Man” on harmonica.”

“Is that the song your mom named you after?” I fell back to the bed, feet dangling to the floor and hands clasped behind my head.

“Good guess.” He appeared behind me after a moment. I tipped my head back to look at him. His green eyes were darker now, smoky jade and hot with desire. “You’re really sexy in a Toby McGuire Spider-Man kind of way.”

“I don’t have any superpowers,” I replied as he leaned over and placed his hands on either side of my head.

“Not true,” Rocket whispered before covering my mouth with his. My eyes drifted shut as my fingers knotted up the bedding. His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue skilled, his taste a subtle blend of Korean buffet. “You’re Riley Zeally,” he murmured between nibbling kisses that made my heart pump faster, “the face of professional hockey.”

I reached up from the duvet to push my fingers into his hair. “I want you,” I panted between his short, maddening sweeps of my mouth.

Samantha Wayland’s Take a Shot:

 “There already is someone who loves to spend time with you, who loves hockey and your friends and their ridiculous pranks. Who gets that you have to travel and that you’re tired!”

Tim blinked, appearing utterly bewildered. “Who?”

“Me, you asshole! Me.”

Tim threw his hands in the air. “What about you?”

“I appreciate you exactly as you are. I love our life. Our friends. You. Even the super fucking irritating things, because apparently there is something wrong with me. I love that you can’t hide what you’re feeling, almost ever. And that you say what you’re thinking, even when I can’t do the same. I like living with you, a fucking neat-freak nudist, and working with you, and there’s never been a time, not once, that I was tired of being around you. You’re gorgeous and you’re kind and you’re the best person I know. So shut up about there not being someone who can appreciate everything about you. There already is. And unfortunately for you, it’s me.”

Heather Lire’s Going Home

“What the fuck, man?” Blake growled at Dex.

“What?” he asked, innocently. Too innocently. “I was just making conversation with an old friend from high school. One who helped both of us graduate.”

If he’d known when he started this trip down memory lane that he’d be running into the person who’d had a staring roll in the epic disaster that had been his last night in town, he’d never have started it. Micah had also held a staring roll in every single one of his sexual fantasies back then as well.

“Fuck you, Dex.”

“Think about it like this…this is a new start for both of us. A chance to fix the things in our lives that we fucked up. Me with my career and you with Micah.”

Cherylanne Corneille’s Even Strength

He took a few laps around their end of the rink to loosen his legs. On his fourth pass around the net, he picked up a stray puck and carried it on his stick before shooting it into the net. Boone bumped his shoulder and nodded toward the glass as they rounded their end of the rink again.

What the hell? He glanced in the direction his teammate indicated. Two men around his age wearing New York’s jerseys held up a brightly colored sign that said simply, “Thank you, Nate.” He puzzled on the meaning until he made another lap. One of them also held a small rainbow flag.

Mary Smith’s The Brother and the Retired Player

Our lips touch, and the spark is struck. He pulls me closer and grips my hips. I can feel his hardness already, and my dick twitches at the contact. Our kiss intensifies as our tongues touch. I hold him closer, and the light scruff of his pale beard tickles me. I never want to leave this spot, but finally, I pull back.

Avon Gale’s Next Season

Nick stopped as Sparrow went to get into his Escalade, which he’d somehow remote started the second they got out of the building. Nick drove a 2002 Ford Focus and was lucky if it started when the key was in the ignition.

“So, uh,” Nick said, not wanting to just walk off but still as uncertain as he’d been in the locker room about what to say. “See you in Philly, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Sparrow muttered, yanking the door to his luxury SUV open with too much force. “See you in Philly, kid.”

Nick managed to get his own car door open, grabbed his ice scraper, and turned the car on so he could blast the heat. He watched Sparrow drive away, leaving tire tracks in the snow.


V.L. Locey

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.


Avon Gale

Avon Gale was once the mayor on Foursquare of Jazzercise and Lollicup, which should tell you all you need to know about her as a person. She likes road trips, rock concerts, drinking Kentucky bourbon and yelling at hockey. She’s a displaced southerner living in a liberal midwestern college town, and she never gets tired of people and their stories — either real or the ones she makes up in her head.


Cherylanne Corneille

Cherylanne Corneille has been writing almost as long as she has loved the game of hockey, so it was inevitable that she would eventually combine two of her favorite pastimes into one hobby. She will watch almost any game but prefers to cheer on the Carolina Hurricanes, Anaheim Ducks, Tampa Bay Lightning, and Tyler Seguin.

When not writing or watching hockey, she enjoys running and has completed 18 half marathons.  She also loves Stars Wars, Lord of the Rings, and Captain America.

Cherylanne lives in Central Florida with her cat, who was almost called Puck or Hanifin but sometimes answers to the name Phasma.


Heather Lire

Heather has traveled all over the world, speaks several languages, collects romance books like they’re going out of style, and has multiple book boyfriends. Ok, she hasn’t been all over the world, except in her mind. She does however speak multiple languages and collect romance books. Her long-suffering husband and sons roll their eyes at all her book boyfriends. When she’s not busy on her next novel she can be found in her classroom where teaches one of those many languages, at one of her sons many sporting events or on twitter talking about what else, romance books.


Samantha Wayland

Samantha Wayland has three great loves in life; her family, writing books, and hockey. She is often found apologizing to the first for how much time and attention is taken up by the latter two, but they forgive her because they are awesome and she clearly doesn’t deserve them.

Sam lives with her family—of both the two and four-legged variety—outside of Boston. When she’s not locked away in her home office, she can generally be found tucked in the corner of the local Thai place with other socially-starved authors and an adult beverage. Her favorite things include mango martinis, tiny Chihuahuas with big attitude problems, and the Oxford comma.


Mary Smith

Best Selling Author, Mary Smith, has been coming up with stories her whole life. She has written A HOCKEY TUTOR and THE NEW HAMPSHIRE BEARS SERIES along with numerous other titles, as well as co-authored THE PENALTY KILL TRILOGY, OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN SERIES, and THE NINTH INNINGS SERIES with Lindsay Paige. When not busy writing or rooting for the Chicago Blackhawks you can find her with her nose stuck in her Kindle.