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NEW RELEASE: The Master Will Appear by L.A. Witt

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK


Length: 120,000 words


Blurb


Dr. Mikhail “Misha” Budnikov takes one look at fellow fencer Ryan O’Connor and instantly knows his type. The undisciplined hothead is all ego with no finesse and even less control. In short, Misha’s pet peeves personified. To put the arrogant kid in check, Misha challenges him to a sparring match, which he predictably wins.


Not so predictably, Ryan asks him to be a mentor and show him how to fence. Startled by the moment of humility, Misha agrees.


What begins as fencing lessons becomes something much hotter, and before they know it, Misha is giving Ryan an entirely different kind of education. Dominance, submission, pain, pleasure—at the hands of an older, experienced man, a whole new world is opening up for Ryan.


As the trust deepens and their bond strengthens, though, Ryan retreats because that sham called love left him jaded long ago. Cynical beyond his years, he’s not letting his guard down, least of all for a thrice-divorced man twice his age.


Now Misha has to find a way to crack through those defenses…or accept defeat and walk away from the submissive who might just be the love of his life.

 

 
Author Bio
 

L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…


Website: http://www.gallagherwitt.com
E-mail: gallagherwitt@gmail.com
Twitter: @GallagherWitt
Blog: http://gallagherwitt.blogspot.com

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GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY: Binding the Edges by L.M. Somerton

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Who do you think you are, writing this stuff?

As a female writing MM BDSM, I’m often asked what qualifies me to write in the genre. I think this is less to do with being a woman, after all any number of authors put themselves in the heads of characters that bear no resemblance to themselves, and more to do with implied knowledge of a lifestyle that isn’t exactly mainstream.

Over seventy years ago, an extraordinary pornographic novel appeared in Paris. Story of O is described by British journalist John de St Jorre as portraying “explicit scenes of bondage and violent penetration in spare, elegant prose, the purity of the writing making the novel seem reticent even as it dealt with demonic desire, with whips, masks and chains.”

I can only imagine the reaction back then to such work. Pauline Reage, the author, was a pseudonym, and was thought by many to have been a man. The writer’s true identity was only revealed in the 1990s when intellectual Dominique Aury (born Anne Desclos) acknowledged that the fantasies in the Story of O were hers.

I think this helps to illustrate that it doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside, however demure and academic you might appear, there is no such thing as being ‘qualified’.

Why should there be boundaries to anyone’s imagination? I’m fortunate to have friends in the BDSM lifestyle who I can call upon for advice. Since being published, I’ve met others (both male and female) who are generous with their insight and clarifications. Some of the idiosyncrasies of people I know have influenced the cast of characters that inhabit my BDSM series, Tales from The Edge and in particular Joe and Olly, the D/s pair who crop up in all the books. I would probably admit to leaning a bit more towards dominant tendencies than submissive (if you can be both bossy and introverted at the same time). I’m something of a control freak, though every now and again it’s nice to give that up and relax while someone else makes the decisions.

The dynamics of the lifestyle fascinate me. The level of trust required between partners is intense (we probably all know couples who could learn from that!) and it’s this trust that underpins the love between Olly and Joe. In the final book of the series, Binding the Edges, this is tested to the limit. I hope all the stories in the series also show the faith needed to give power over your body to another person and the strength of a dominant to accept that faith. My submissives are powerful men, not in any way weak. My dominant characters have their frailties. None of this is exclusive to BDSM relationships.

As Pauline Reage recognised long ago, the power of sexual relationship makes compelling reading and if I can get even a little of that power on to a page, I’ll be happy.

To celebrate the final book in the Tales from The Edge series, you can enter a Rafflecopter prize draw here. Five lucky winners will receive an ebook of their choice from my back list. (Draw open until Jan 31 2017)

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Blurb

Never let go of the one you love.

After recent traumatic events, Olly is finding it hard to get his head around what happened. While he tries to deal with a maelstrom of emotions, renovations at The Edge are in full flow, alongside preparations for tenth anniversary celebrations. Joe, his Dom, recognizes Olly’s delicate state of mind and does his best to reassure him. A trip to the New Forest with their friends, Aiden and Heath, helps the healing process.

Returning home, Olly and Aiden focus on preparations for the party. When Aiden is called away, Olly takes a walk to clear his head, keeping his eye on a brewing storm. To his horror, he discovers Mark Vickery, an old enemy, has landed on the island by boat and is out for revenge.

With Olly missing and the storm raging, Joe, Heath and Aiden set out on a rescue mission that unfolds in a way none of them expected. Can the storm wash away the past or will Olly and Joe’s future be destroyed by a twist of fate?

Buy Links

Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/binding-the-edges

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Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2ivuE57

About the Author

LM lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

LM is winner of the National Leather Association’s Pauline Reage Award for best novel and the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for best BDSM novel in the LGBT category. She has received multiple Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards and won the Action and Adventure category of Divine Magazine’s Book Awards in 2015. You can track her down online here:

Social Media links

Pride Publishing page: https://www.pride-publishing.com/author/lm-somerton

Website: http://www.lmsomerton.com

Blog: http://www.lmsomerton.com/blog

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/lmsomerton

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/L.M.-Somerton/e/B00AV9XRW8

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GUEST POST: Claiming Dane by Pauline Allan

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Blurb

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!

Buy Links

Amazon:  http://smarturl.it/claimingdane

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iBooks: http://apple.co/2ePHSGf

 

Author Bio

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

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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.

Excerpt

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.

AVAILABLE NOW!

7 With 1 Blow

Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing
Cover Artist: Caraway Carter

Genre:
Erotic/BDSM
Length: 46,000 Words
Rating: Adult/Mature
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Blurb

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.

Excerpt

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)

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GUEST POST: Immortal Ink: Reclaiming by Sean Michael

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Biting and Fisting and Piercing, Oh My!

By Sean Michael

I do love to play with vampires. After all, here are characters who come predisposed to biting. So you have to expect there’s going to be biting involved when it comes to sex with them. I certainly enjoy writing a little biting with my sex scenes. Biting and more.

There’s something very primal about biting. It’s a marking of the other person, like a hickey, but more intense, deeper. A bite mark says this one is mine, keep your hands off. And there’s just something about that. Guh and yum and all those good three-letter semi-coherent words.

It is fun to write intense, extreme things now and then, too. Fisting. Piercings. Tattoos. Biting in especially sensitive areas. A little bloodplay. All these things fit so well into a book where both main characters are vampires. Let’s face it, vampires are immortal and heal up really well and usually quickly too, especially if they’ve got fresh blood in them.  What this means is that they can play pretty roughly and come out the other side just fine. So nothing is really off the table. These guys can explore all manner of rough play without any permanent damage.

So bring on the vampires, bring on the kink!

Immortal Ink: Reclaiming

Beau thought Aaron was dead to him… Imagine his surprise when his former lover slinks into his tattoo shop.

Eight months ago, vampire Beaudelaire Delacourte had it all. As a tattoo artist, he used his special ink and spells to permanently tattoo other immortals and spent countless hours feeding and indulging in BDSM with his human lover, Aaron. Then he asked to turn Aaron so his lover could join him permanently, but Aaron refused, not willing to give up his humanity. Since then, Beau has kept his head down and stayed in his shop, only interacting with his clients who all come for his special brand of ink.

When Aaron shows up on his doorstep, half-dead and apologizing, Beau is shocked to learn that his boy was turned at the local vampire club by Stephan, another vampire. Not only was Aaron turned, but his chest was torn open, his fangs were broken and he was left in an alley to die. Spurred by the need to see Beau one last time, Aaron has been hiding in an abandoned building until he found the strength to make it to Beau’s shop.

Beau takes his boy in again, promising that Aaron will earn his place back in Beau’s bed, and vowing that he will take revenge on Stephan. Unbeknownst to Beau, Aaron is only the first in a long line of humans who Stephan has created then turned out to fend for themselves. As Beau discovers that this is only one of the old rules that Stephan has broken, he and Aaron are drawn into a web of intrigue that can only end in someone’s death.

Reader Advisory: This books contains severe biting and bloodplay during sex between vampires. There is also a scene of fisting and some scenes of violence.

Buy link: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/reclaiming

Bio:

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

Sean Michael on the web:

WEBSITE: http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com

BLOG: http://seanmichaelwrites.blogspot.ca

FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/SeanMichaelWrites/

TWITTER: seanmichael09

 

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GUEST POST: Morticia Knight

Today we welcome author Morticia Knight to share with us the experience of writing two series at once.

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The Hampton Road Club (book #5)

Writing Different Series at the Same Time

I typically have at least two series going at the same time. Right now, I have three, Sin City Uniforms, The Hampton Road Club and Kiss of Leather. They’re a contemporary, Men in Uniform, a 1920’s BDSM and contemporary BDSM, respectively. Some people have asked me why I don’t just do one series at a time before moving on to the next one. I’ve only done that once, and it was with the first four books of the Gin & Jazz series. Why? Because they had cliffhangers and, truthfully, they were pretty evil ones!

But I haven’t done that since then because I have too many ideas running through my head (and written down in folders on my computer), and having two or more series going at once satisfies the need in me to get more of those stories out. (Spoiler alert: The next Sin City will be the last, then I start something completely new.) It also, in my opinion, helps to keep each installment of a series fresher. With little breaks in-between, there’s more of an urgency on my part to get back to that world. However, that can have its down sides too.

Since I have two contemporary and one historical series going, I end up with my historical always sandwiched between one or more contemporaries. Going back to a series that takes place in another time is jarring. All the slang, surroundings and actions restricted to the era I’m writing in have to be relearned in many ways. Sometimes, it’s more a matter of capturing the vibe of that time period and making sure that it flawlessly matches the rest of the series. That would be true with any series, but immersing myself in the 1920’s in this case, requires me to throw myself into a completely different zone while I’m writing.

Begging to Serve (The Hampton Road Club 5) is the latest in that series, and was particularly difficult for me this time around for a couple reasons. For one thing, as I’m on the fifth book now, all of the previous characters – Saul, the club owner in particular – have to remain consistent. I’ve been writing Saul for two years now, because he showed up originally in Gin & Jazz before he spun off into a series of his own. Also, timelines of events had to be rechecked, and all the details had to be re-verified before I could begin. The biggest challenge though, was the fact that I haven’t written anything in this series for almost a year. Book 4, Mastering Love, came out last May.

Yes, I did have a hard time getting revved back up and placing myself squarely in the 1920’s. However, I was excited to jump in and I think the break was well worth the result. Not only does Saul come back, but Masters Ned and Aaron played a significant part in this one as well. I also introduced a brand-new character, Roddy. He’s young, feisty and anxious to learn what it takes to be a Dominant man. Thankfully, Saul and Aaron are more than happy to show him, which in turn, makes sweet submissive Colin a very happy boy. *wink*

Excerpt from Begging to Serve

Colin couldn’t stop staring at the handsome man that Aaron and Ned had brought with them back to the club. Was Roddy a Sir or Master? He certainly seemed like one. But he was definitely new to Hampton Road – that much was clear. Colin swallowed hard as an awful revelation came to him. If Roddy was really going to become a part of Hampton Road, he’d have to have his picture taken with naked men so he couldn’t go to the police and tell on them all. As far as he knew, he was the only who hadn’t been made to do that. Saul had said it could wait until he found his right man. Colin scowled, narrowing his eyes at the horrible thought that it wouldn’t stop Roddy from having to get his picture taken. He glanced up to see a startled expression on Ned’s face right as they all reached the study.

“Colin?”

Heat filled his face. He didn’t want the nice Master to think he was mad at him or any of the other men. “Yes, Sir?”

Ned had opened the door and gestured for him to go inside along with the others. “Why are you upset?”

His grandmother had taught him not to lie, but he never would anyway. Dishonest men were mean and unloved. The ones who’d taken his grandmother’s house away from him after she’d died were liars and cheats. He refused to be like them.

“I don’t want Master Roddy having his photograph taken with any naked submissives.”

Everyone stopped where they were, the room filled with silence.

Aaron finally spoke, his brow furrowed in seeming bewilderment. “Oh? I thought you wanted him to stay.”

Colin inhaled a deep breath. Sometimes things in life were hard to do, like when he’d had to work at the bathhouse and fend off the advances of horny men. But this was something important to him personally, and he wouldn’t miss out on it because he was embarrassed. Roddy was more than young and handsome. He seemed like a happy, nice man who’d been concerned over him even though they’d just met. Colin could picture himself being alone with Roddy and not being scared.

“I do, Master Aaron, Master Ned.” He locked eyes with a visibly amused Roddy. “And I know it’s none of my business, but I like Master Roddy and I don’t want any man touching him or him touching them either.”

Roddy broke out in a lop-sided grin, holding his gaze before switching it to Ned and Aaron, both standing near Colin. None of them had moved very far into the study yet.

“Well, gentlemen. I’m agreeable to Colin posing with me if you are.”

“Uh…” Colin twisted his hands, biting his lip. The heat under his skin burned hotter. What have I gone and done?

There was another silence as both Ned and Aaron appeared pained, exchanging glances with each other.

“Is there a problem?” Roddy still seemed quite pleased with the turn of events. “It sounded to me as if he was unattached.”

Aaron finally cleared his throat, running a hand across the top of his head. “It’s not that, it’s just that…” Aaron glanced over at him. “Colin? Would you be more comfortable waiting downstairs while we discuss this with Roddy?”

Colin pressed his lips together and clenched his fists, anger rising up to replace his embarrassment. “No, Sir. I wouldn’t. This concerns me and I think I have a right to make my own decisions. Forgive me, Sir. But I’m not a child.”

Javier entered with the doctor, appearing as if he was about to speak. Instead, he halted in the doorway, confusion passing over his face. At last, he turned to Aaron.

“Sir?”

Ned let out a long sigh as he moved to the bar cart. “Gin, anyone?”

Aaron rolled his eyes then nodded. “I can’t believe it, but I’m going to have to say yes.” Aaron regarded Javier. “Is Saul here this evening?”

Colin frowned. That’s not fair. He couldn’t deny Saul anything and he was sure Aaron knew that.

“He’s in the library working on some correspondence. Should I fetch him?”

“Dear God, yes.”

Colin glanced over at Roddy, who’d taken a seat on a red velvet settee. Roddy winked and patted the cushion next to him. Colin scurried over before Aaron or anyone else could say anything. He plopped down next to Roddy. It was difficult not to sit too close to him, because even though he was dirty and mussed up, Roddy smelled so good and manly.

I’ve been almost naked here before. Maybe all the way naked would be okay?

Buy Links

Available 22nd March

Amazon US

Pride Publishing

About the Author

Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.

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GIVEAWAY: Club Zombie Series by Z. Allora

Today we have a fabulous giveaway from Z. Allora as she joins us to share more about her Club Zombie series. There’s a copy of each book to be won.

  • Zombies Ahead (book #1)
  • Zombies Suck (book #2) releasing 15th March.

Zombies Suck Blurb

Forget undead corpses searching for brains. These zombies crave a different kind of head that keeps them young forever. Club Zombie offers safe haven, providing sexy ways to extract what they need from patrons, and the opportunity to find their destined mate.

Alex Waterman is ashamed of his “vile, unnatural desires” and lives a in a desolate world of loneliness and suffering until discovering… it’s not his life. Suddenly he’s swept away to a place where his desires aren’t evil, they’re a mark of the dominant he’s born to be, and appreciative stares and aggressive flirting replace fear and self-loathing. But one night stands aren’t on the menu: Alex seeks “the one” to complete the missing piece of his soul.

Boy-next-door Ulrich calls to Alex, as does the gorgeous but self-destructive Cutter, and an element of irresistible danger clings to bad boy Storm. How can Alex decide between three tempting possibilities?

Maybe he should keep them all…

Excerpt

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

Club Zombie’s flashing neon lights promised all those in attendance a night of debauchery. Storm pulled his Camry into an almost empty lot and parked right next to the entrance.

His best friend glanced over at him with an expression that screamed, “WTF!” but instead of voicing the obscenity, Cutter asked, “Is this club even open?”

Damn it! This was Storm’s fucked up luck. It was obvious the club wasn’t the place to be on Thursday nights.  He shrugged. “They only just started having under twenty-one nights. Maybe it’s slow tonight.”

“Hmmm, okay.” Cutter unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned forward, and checked his liner in the lighted mirror on the sun visor.

“Besides, it’ll be easier to get you laid without all the trolls.” The words were bitter, but Storm needed to fill the silence.

Cut slapped the mirror lid closed, flipped the visor up with a snap, and glared at him. “I don’t need or want your assistance.”

Storm restrained a sigh. Of course Cutter didn’t want help, nor would he need any. Cutter was exquisite in an emo, brooding sort of way, though guys in their small Southern town didn’t appreciate Cut. Unfortunately, Storm was positive Cutter’s charms wouldn’t be ignored in Club Zombie.

“Do you want to die a virgin?” Cutter going off with someone might kill Storm. Fuck, he’d suck it up! There wasn’t a choice. Cutter needed to get over what Storm couldn’t offer, at least not until he got out from under his family’s thumb.

“Shut the hell up!” Cutter jumped out of the car and slammed the door.

Storm caught up with him at the big wooden doors of the club entrance. He fished for his driver’s license and handed the identification to a guy who was probably only a couple years older than him.

“McGrath?”

Shit! “Yes, that’s my name.” Would his name ease the way or glue the entrance shut? His father’s run for the mayor’s office, and now successful law office, was a mixed bag. Had dear old Dad screwed this guy over, or someone he knew, in his bid for public office?

“I don’t give a shit who your daddy is. You’ll follow the club rules or my boot will introduce itself to your ass,” the guy warned him as though Storm had broken the club’s rules regularly.

Probably not wise to point out the man had on loafers and not boots. Jesus, Storm was sick of paying for things he didn’t do. “I plan to.”

“You both eighteen?” the man asked with a healthy dose of skepticism as he looked them up and down.

“Yeah, we graduated last week.”

“High school?” After a nod from Cutter, the guy continued, “Midnight is the witching hour. We clear everyone out and only twenty-one and older will be allowed back into the club. Do us both a favor and don’t try to sneak past me, ’cause I don’t give a shit whose condom broke…”

Storm rolled his eyes. Fuck, most days he tried to forget who his father was. “Got it.”

Cutter nodded.

“I’m serious,” the bouncer claimed. “Enjoy your night.”

Goddamn it! Storm pulled open the club door. The wind must have caught it because the wood flew open and banged against the wall.

“That’s one way to make an entrance.” Cutter paused at the top of the stairs.

Storm appreciated the décor, a potent taste of sultan’s harem. Lush fabrics in jewel tones covered the chaise lounges, chairs, and love seats scattered around appealing to his hedonistic nature. Scarves dripped from the ceiling in the same rich purples, indigos, and mauves.

Bang!

Storm zoned in on two blonds who were at the table closest to the door. One had tipped over his chair when he stood. Both stared at Storm and Cut.

The kid embodying bubblegum and pop music bounced over to them, dragging an underwear model in his wake. “Hi. Welcome to Club Zombie.”

Storm hated to give his father credit for anything, but he’d forced him to learn how to present disinterest. It confuses the other party and gives you more power. He gave the welcome committee a casual, “Hey.”

Mr. Model didn’t even look at him. Storm had seen his type before: so pretty he probably jerked off to his own reflection.  Ha. Storm figured the only time he’d picked up a book was to practice his runway walk. Did the guy think he was better than everyone else? Screw him!

The cute blue-eyed kid asked with an accent, “Um, first time here?”

Going for shock value, Storm answered, “Yeah. Heard a guy could get some pretty easily here.” He smirked and gave the gorgeous clothing hanger a once over.

Cutter growled, “Stop eye-fucking the guy.”

The model blushed and shot a glance toward the exit. Was he seeking an escape route? Weird. Storm was sure he’d have darted away, but the other kid gripped his wrist, keeping him in place.

Fuck! Storm was determined to get a reaction from Mr. Sexy. All in. “I bet you’d put out.”

Hurt crossed the model’s face before he narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze into an icy glare; one a haughty elven prince would be proud to wear. “Go in back if you want to get laid.” Gorgeous tugged his wrist out of the kid’s grip and stomped his way back to their drinks.

“Hey, what’s wrong with your girlfriend over there?” Storm failed to keep the interest out of his voice even when he attempted retaliation. Why the hell did he care if the walking anime character blew him off?

Cutter fluttered his eyelashes and asked the brown-haired kid,  “So, um… what’s your name?”

The kid beamed as if he’d won the lottery. “Ulrich Bauer. What’s yours?”

Storm decided to stay in the conversation and answered for both of them, “I’m Storm and he’s Cutter.”

“Cutter.” Ulrich repeated the name with the reverence of an enchanted spell and blushed. “Um, you want to sit with us?”

Cutter shifted his gaze to Storm, and then he refocused on Ulrich and gave a jerky nod.

Ulrich led them to the table and introduced them to The Prince of Pretty. “This is Cutter and Storm. This is my roommate Alex Waterman.”

Alex didn’t spare Storm a glance but smiled at Cutter. “Is Cutter short for something?”

The beauty king did speak!

Cutter nodded and sat down. “Cutler Morgan. But I hate that name!” He grinned and then turned to Ulrich. “You have an accent. Where are you from?”

Storm didn’t fit in. “Well, since the Elfin King directed me to the back room…”

“Storm!” Cut growled.

Storm swaggered toward the shadows in the back of the club. He didn’t look back. If he did, he’d never do this.

Cutter had to find someone who could give him what he needed. Logic dictated Storm should play by his father’s rules until he got through college and was able to support himself. He couldn’t be what Cutter needed him to be… not yet, but Storm knew Cutter needed someone now.

Storm tripped past the wall placard naming a particular hallway “BJ Alley” and escaped into a private bathroom. Thank fuck the club saw fit to have single restrooms. Fancy! He locked the door, pulled out his phone. and sat in the plush corner chair.

His phone chimed as if on cue. His brother texted him, “Father’s on the warpath.”

Ha, when was Ethan McGrath, Sr. not? He texted back, “Thanx.”

His brother always followed the McGrath family rules as law handed down by God himself. Erick should’ve been the heir instead of the spare. Their father certainly made that fact known whenever Storm was within screaming distance.

Storm checked his social media pages. Just the usual bitches and whines from people he didn’t know.

Ten minutes. Hmmm, was that enough time for the average hookup? Better check his e-mail. He didn’t want to look like a minuteman. Might as well use the facilities while he was here too. He ran water through his hair. Yeah, that passed as sweat.

He plastered on an  “I got lucky” face and strutted back to the table. Cutter was laughing. Storm grabbed a chair, twirled it around, and straddled it. He nabbed Cut’s drink and gulped the soda.

Cutter frowned and narrowed his eyes. “Uli said they have music tomorrow night.”

“So?” Storm failed to see how that increased Cut’s chance of getting laid. Fuck, he seemed too gleeful. Had the Ice King or Mr. Happy put out?

“We want you both to come back,” Ulrich invited him, but a slight hesitation made it clear to Storm the offer was made out of obligation.

Storm glanced at Alex. Not being able to resist teasing, he asked, “Would you miss me if I didn’t show up?”

Alex met and held his gaze. “Yes.”

Well, fuck!

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GIVEAWAY

Leave a comment on this blog post. Two random winners will be chosen from all commenters, one to win an eBook copy of Zombies Ahead, and the other an eBook copy of Zombies Suck. The winner will be drawn on 10th March. Good luck!

About the author

Every one deserves a happy ending… (and Z. Allora makes sure they get one). She’s written hot rockers, sexy zombies, and Thailand club performers– stories about love, romance and are tied together with erotic sex. Utilizing her extensive foreign travels, she brings readers to places they’ve yet to visit, introducing them to cultures they’ve yet to explore. But with every word she writes she hope to convey that love is love. She welcomes contact and looks forward to hearing from her “pretties”!

Contact information:

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Want to know more about the first book in the series? Read on 🙂

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Blurb

Zombies suck, but they’re not after brains! Forget mindless rotting corpses shuffling along. These zombies are young, hot, and looking for action. One day Kai Bauer is tending vineyards in Germany, the next he’s on a plane heading for… well, he doesn’t really know. Wait a minute! He’s a what? And they have to drink what to live forever? The transition begins on his nineteenth birthday. He must find a mate in four years or he’ll have a long, un-fun life.

That’s Jasper’s problem too. After decades, the ex-priest has given up on finding a mate. He’s willing to be Kai’s mentor and friend. Gorgeous, distant, and off-limits, meet young, virile, and gay.

Excerpt

Chapter 3: An Apple A Day

Kai slouched on an examining table while he stared at the books lining the doctor’s office. He wouldn’t have expected to see The History Of Zombies and Zombies In Cinema mixed in with the medical books.

A young male nurse said, “Just a pinch,” as he drew Kai’s blood.

Beau kept him company while he waited for the doctor.

A tall man entered, nodded to Beau, and reached out to shake Kai’s hand. “Hi, I’m Dr. Mayer.”

Kai was glad when the handshake ended and he could drop his hand. The doctor appeared young to Kai, but what did he know? “I’ve confirmed it. You have the tags in your blood.”

What tags in his blood?

The doctor studied Kai. “How do you feel right now?” He moved his hands over Kai’s neck and down his arms.

“Fine?” Exhaustion kept the panic out of his voice but not the confusion. Close to collapse described his physical state, but he didn’t want them to know that, hoping to play it off.

The doctor bobbed his head again and flashed a light in Kai’s eyes. “Open your mouth,” he instructed before he peered inside. “It’s almost your birthday isn’t it?”

Kai had nearly forgotten with all the excitement. He glanced up at the big clock on the wall to do the time difference in his head. “Yeah, if I was in Germany I would be nineteen in about two hours.”

“Good timing.” The doctor went to a mini refrigerator in the corner and pulled out a vial. “Here.”

“What’s this?” Kai stared at the glass tube.

“Um, it’s a bit of fructose sugar, water, vitamin C, citric acid, some enzymes, protein, phosphate, bicarbonate buffers, and a touch of zinc. You’ll want to drink this.” The doctor patted him on the back. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.” Kai took the tiny glass bottle from the doctor and studied the liquid. It didn’t sound like poison.

He pulled out the red stopper and sniffed. Mother of God, the liquid smelled intoxicating. He tipped the contents into his mouth. The creamy substance exploded across his taste buds. It was by far the best thing he’d ever had in his mouth, and he moaned as he swallowed.

Beau chuckled.

Dr. Mayer turned away to shuffle papers in his file, but Kai saw the man’s grin.

“That’s the best medicine I’ve ever tasted.” Kai wished his tongue fit inside the vial, because he would have licked the inside clean.

Laughing harder, Beau wiped tears from his eyes. “Oh, honey. You’re priceless.”

“What?” Getting no help from Beau, Kai stared at the doctor with an open mouth. “I don’t understand.”

“How do you feel?” the doctor asked.

“Great.” Pure energy shot through him. “Like my jetlag is gone.”

“Jetlag?” The doctor stared at Kai and then glared at Beau. “Did you tell him anything?”

Beau flushed and shrugged. “You do a much better job than we ever do.”

Dr. Mayer shook his head and said to Kai, “You’ll keep getting better for the next twelve hours, and then the effects will start to wear off. Twenty-four hours from now you’ll experience a dramatic drop in your mental capacity. You’ll be dazed and confused until you have more.”

“More? Why do I need that medication? Am I dying?” That would just be his freaking luck! To be free from his constricting life and now he was going to die! Great! Just great!

The doctor pushed his glasses up. “You’re not dying. Quite the opposite.”

What did that mean? Kai waited for the doctor to continue.

“You’re transitioning. You’re becoming more than what you are.”

That didn’t explain a whole hell of a lot. “Please, Doc, spell it out.”

The doctor took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He inhaled deeply and then gazed at Kai. “You’re transitioning… you’re becoming a zombie.” He didn’t even pause to take a breath. “Not like in the movies though.”

Kai didn’t believe what he was hearing. His English translation must be wrong. He glanced over at Beau and asked, “Ein Monster?”

Beau said, “Ein Monster. Yes. A zombie.”

“What? Is this a joke?” Impossible. Maybe it was one of those silly American television shows Ulrich made him watch where they played tricks on people.

“No,” the doctor answered, regaining his attention. “The upside is your body can live forever.”

“And what… the downside is I eat brains?” His voice rose and he laughed hysterically. All the zombie movies and TV shows he’d ever seen depicted were rotting corpses searching for brains to eat until the townspeople put them out of their misery —not a pleasant future.

“Zombies do not eat brains.” The doctor sighed as if he said that a thousand times a day.

Beau groaned.

The doctor pointed his glasses at Beau. “I told you in 1936 that the White Zombie movie would affect us for generations.” He growled, “And each generation seems to come out with more distortions to the zombie lore. Why can’t they stick to vampires and werewolves?”

Trapped in a Salvador Dali painting, Kai didn’t see a path out of this surreal insanity.

The doctor stared at Kai with a soft frown. “It might help if you think of it as a protein deficiency.”

Being a zombie was a protein deficiency? Kai’s world shifted and now he’d stepped into a half-formed nightmare. Calm, he needed to stay even. “Just tell me the truth.”

Dr. Mayer put his glasses back on and clasped his hands in front of him as he cleared his throat. “Basically, Beau, Lafayette and some of the others gather zombies right before they go through their transition. Our goal is to ease the way for as many as possible.”

Kai leaned away from the doctor. “Are you a zombie too?”

“Yes. See, I didn’t eat your brains. I wasn’t even tempted.” The doctor smiled at his joke that wasn’t funny to Kai. “Lafayette and Beau didn’t either.”

“So you’re a zombie too.” Kai took a deep breath, trying to calm his spinning thoughts. “You know this sounds crazy.”

Both Beau and the doctor nodded.

Kai asked Beau, “Why did you really bring me here?” Perhaps this is how they started, so whatever they actually did wouldn’t seem totally off the wall.

Beau gawked at the doctor with wide eyes for a moment. “By bringing you here, we can make sure you get what you need.”

“That medicine?” Kai surmised. Now that his head was clear he wanted to know what in the hell was going on.

Beau didn’t answer, so Kai directed his attention back to the doctor.

The doctor glared at Beau and then answered Kai, “Zombies need a protein essence that is found in what I gave you.”

“O …kay. So what was it?” Cue the creepy horror-movie theme song. Whatever the doctor said next, Kai wasn’t gonna like.

“Semen.”

“What?” Kai must not have heard right.

“Semen,” the doctor repeated giving the word three syllables.

No! What? Kai stared at Beau, and clarified, “Sperma? Samen?” Kai focused to find the English word. “As in sperm? As in spunk? As in jism…as in…” He ran out of English vernacular to continue his list. Oh God! He hadn’t just… Kai ran to the sink, turned on the taps, and rinsed his mouth. Semen?

And he’d liked it?

Dr. Mayer nodded. “Yes, ejaculate. You’ll need more every twenty-four hours or you’ll become disoriented like you were, but worse. If you don’t get what you need, eventually your body will cease to function.”

Kai shook his head in disbelief. “I have to whack off and eat my own sperm?” Oh no! What if he swallowed the doctor’s spooge? Gross!

“No!” Beau exclaimed. “Unless, of course, you want to…. We don’t judge.”

Kai didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was almost funny. Why did Beau feel the need to reassure him that eating his own come was okay? Had Kai landed in a brothel?

Did the doctor see how Beau misread the entire situation?

Dr. Mayer cracked a smile and answered Kai’s question, “What you produce won’t give you the protein you need.”

But the doctor’s comment didn’t stop Beau from continuing, “That’s why we started Club Zombie. You can get what you need, and hopefully find your mate.”

“My mate?” Kai asked the doctor because the man talking didn’t seemed to understand how upsetting and confusing these revelations were to him.

The doctor cleared his throat. “We each have a mate, and when you bond with them, you’ll only need each other.”

Kai stared at Beau. “So Lafayette is your mate?”

Beau smiled dreamily and sighed. “Lafayette is everything to me. He’s the very air I breathe.”

The doctor rolled his eyes at the lovesick man. “You can take that as a yes. But those of us who haven’t found our mates survive on others’ essences.”

“Essence is come. You drink come.” If Kai said it enough maybe someone would say that wasn’t the case. He jumped back up on the exam table.

“Well… yes, for lack of a better way of putting it,” the doctor said.

Beau grinned. “You’ll love Club Zombie. There’re all kinds of different and exciting ways to fulfill your need for essence so you won’t have to deal with vials again.”

Kai asked, “What do you mean?”

“Straight from the source,” Beau confirmed Kai’s fear.

Kai frowned. “Um, okay, but I’m not gay.”

“Of course you are,” Beau stated as if he knew better than Kai.

“No, I’m not.” He wasn’t. Kai had never been with a guy. Whenever his mind went in that direction he simply changed gears and thought about something else. His uncle had made it clear that homosexuality was something he wouldn’t tolerate in his home.

Dr. Mayer folded his arms and stared off into the space between the far wall filled with books and the ceiling.

Beau gasped. “Doc, is that possible?”

The doctor turned towards Beau for a moment and shrugged. “Everything is possible, regardless of the implausibility of it.” He inspected Kai with knowing eyes. “We might never have experienced this strain. I’ll do more research.”

“Do that! ‘Cause I’m not gay,” Kai restated so there was no misunderstanding. He ignored the zing of desire to get essence in a more direct fashion and asked, “What else should I know?”

Beau folded his arms tight around himself and enunciated his words as if he were weighing each one. “Well, once the transition begins, you’ll require… medicine to function as you normally would. Transition begins on the nineteenth birthday.”

Kai wondered aloud, “Why didn’t you get me sooner?”

Beau exhaled hard. “We’ve been watching you.”

Kai gasped. Stalker much?

Dr. Mayer interjected, “Usually the subject is more willing to come here once the transition is close at hand. You’re more pliable when you need essence.”

Kai swung his legs back and forth. That much was true. It was insane to hop a plane out of his country with strangers…

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” Beau sounded sincere. “We find this is the easiest way.”

“And after a zombie finds his mate?” Kai asked, hoping there was a way out.

The doctor shut that door to hope. “You’ll still need medicine, but only from your mate.”

Did the doctor think calling it “medicine” would help him deal with the idea better? Why did the stuff in the vial taste so incredible? “Anything else?” He wanted everything on the table so he might deal with the crazy all at once.

Beau gestured to the doctor.

Dr. Mayer glowered at Beau. “Without a mate, once the transition is complete, zombies lose the ability to reach climax.”

“What? When?” Kai’s voice raised an octave.

“At age twenty-three, our aging stops, along with other things. Don’t worry, your functions return when you find your mate.” Beau held his hands up.

“But my mate wouldn’t have sperm,” Kai pointed, out since he’d be mated to a female. It didn’t bother him to think about getting married to a woman in the abstract. That’s what was expected of him. However, the addition of a time limit and the many husbandly duties made him rather uncomfortable. He’d deal with that at a later date. He had enough cans of worms opened at this point in time, and they were squirming all over the floor.

The doctor raised his hands in a calming motion to Kai, but it also stopped Beau from saying something else. “That’s why I’ll do further research and figure out a plan of action.”

Wonderful! Kai would lose one of the few things that gave him pleasure. But he shouldn’t worry ‘cause Dr. Mayer would develop a plan for when he lost the ability to get off? Was there an escape hatch?

Kai craved the exhaustion, then at least he’d sleep for a week, blocking out all of this craziness.

Never one to be a freeloader, Kai asked, “So, what’s my job?”

The doctor cleared his throat and folded his arms. “Beau?”

Beau answered with a grin. “Finding your mate is your job.”

“Wonderful,” Kai said, shaking his head. “Then?”

Beau said, “Well, then as a mated couple, you help retrieve other newbies before they can get into a bad situation. Or you can have a career. It depends on you.”

Turning toward the doctor Beau said, “He and Jasper would have a lot in common.”

The doctor’s eyebrows shot up toward his hairline. “That might be. Their families are both from Germany.” He searched Kai’s face. “You might give it a try.”

Kai didn’t ask who Jasper was, because he had a feeling he going to find out… whether he wanted to or not.

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EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Sub-Dominant by Sage Marlowe

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Sub-Dominant

by Sage Marlowe

Series: Sub-Series #4

Publisher: Me and the Muse Publishing

Cover Artist: Jess Buffett

Blurb

Putting a leash on a dominant sub is a task that may require two Doms to accomplish.

When relocation agent Eric Swann is assigned to ease young Connor Prescott into moving back to London, he expects the boy to be more enthusiastic—and less irritating.

Used to roaming freely among his mother’s D-list celebrity friends, Connor is anything but happy when his father decides to put him on a leash—a leash with a far too attractive handler on the other end. Secretly craving a man who knows how to yank his chain and show him exactly where the limits are, Connor does what he’s best at. He manipulates Eric into giving him what he wants, making the man reveal a side of him that Eric himself isn’t ready to accept.

Trained by one of the quirkiest Dom/sub-teams in the country, Dom Tyler Kane knows exactly how to handle a toppy sub. He keeps Connor on his toes, er, knees, in the bedroom, but when his capricious lover sets his heart on pushing yet another limit, Tyler finds himself not only with a dominant sub but also with a Dom who has yet to accept his true identity.

Reader Advisory: Due to sexually explicit content this book is intended for adult readers only. Contains scenes in which the main characters are sexually involved with secondary characters and vivid descriptions of unusual sexual practices.

While this book can be read as a standalone novel, it is best enjoyed as part of the series in order of release (Sub-Mission, Re-Submission, Sub-Culture, Sub-Dominant)

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Excerpt 1 – Chapter 1

Eric

Eric ushered his guest inside, then he indicated for him to sit in the visitor’s chair. “So what’s this mysterious assignment you’ve been dying to tell me about?”

Tom grinned. “Ah, Eric, you always cut right to the chase.”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Whatever happened to chitchat and offering a visitor drinks and all that?”

Eric sat in the chair behind his desk. He put his elbows on the polished wood in front of him, rested his fingertips against one another and looked at the man he’d known since their school days. “I’m pretty sure you’ve had your chitchat with Rebecca before she announced you were here and knowing her, she’s going to walk through that door with your mug of cinnamon-flavoured café latte right about…now.”

There was a soft knock on the door then it opened and in came Rebecca, Eric’s assistant, carrying a tray with two mugs and a plate of biscuits. She smiled, put the goodies on the table and left after a quick glance at Eric to check whether he needed anything.

Eric flashed a smile. “See? We know how to spoil our guests here at Swann Relocation.”

“I never doubted that, Tiger, and that’s exactly the reason why I’m here.”

Eric let his doubtful frown show over the rim of his coffee mug. “Uh-huh. Drop the smarmy act, Tommy. What do you want me to do for you?”

Tom chuckled. “It’s not about what you can do for me, it’s about what I can do for you.”

Faking a yawn, Eric swivelled his chair to look out the window.

“Okay, okay. Listen. I was approached with an assignment that I think you’d be thrilled to hear about.”

“Uh-huh.” Eric cocked an eyebrow and took a sip of his coffee. “Tell me why that is.”

“Because it’s perfect for you. You’re the man for this job. And when you’ve come to realise that, too, you’re going to thank me.”

“Tom! Tell me what it’s about now, will you? Or do I have to ask Rebecca to walk you out?”

Tom’s smile widened. “Well, it’s quite simple.” He paused for effect. “You’ll get paid a ridiculous amount of money to locate a new home for your client and help him find his way around town for three months. That doesn’t sound like a bad job, does it?”

“No, that doesn’t sound bad at all. But why don’t you do it yourself if it’s such a fantastic job?”

Tom shrugged and bit off a chunk of his chocolate biscuit. “They need someone this side of the Atlantic”, he explained, chewing.

Watching Tom, Eric tried to figure out what the man wasn’t saying. He was a nice guy and a good friend, but he was also a little weasel that had the uncanny ability to sniff a good business opportunity before anybody else did.

“You know this side of the Atlantic very well. You could easily do it. Besides, this client approached you, and you know how I feel about passing them on from one agent to the next.”

Tom sighed. He licked his fingers then washed down his biscuit with some café latte. “I know, I know, and I would love to take on this assignment myself, but I don’t really want to spend three months away from home.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s… Well, I’m seeing someone. It’s still fresh, but at this stage, being away for so long would probably be the end before it’s even started.”

Eric smiled. Tom wasn’t too lucky in his choices of potential partners, but that didn’t keep him from trying to find the future Mrs Ketten again and again. “Okay, fair enough, but something tells me there’s still more to this than you’re letting on, so why don’t you just spill the beans now?”

Tom rolled his eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh. “You’re not easy to please, dear boy. I’m offering you a well-paid assignment. Don’t you know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth?”

Eric gave a shrug. “In fact, I don’t. I’m not keen on paying the vet’s bill, you know, so I make sure to look a nag not only in the mouth. I also check its feet and take it for a ride.”

“Fine. Thing is, our client wants the relocation agent to keep an eye on his son, too. Make sure he doesn’t skip classes, stays out of trouble and doesn’t fall in with the wrong crowd—that sort of thing.”

“What? He doesn’t want a relocation agent, he wants a fucking babysitter! How old is this son we’re talking about? Does he have to be taken to playgroup, too? I hope your client doesn’t expect you to change the kid’s nappies or give him his milk.”

Tom smacked his hand on the desk in front of him. “Oh, stop being a fusspot, Eric! Connor’s turned eighteen last September.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Your mission, Eric, should you choose to accept it, mainly consists of making sure the kid’s ass is in bed at night. In the right bed, at a reasonable time.” His eyes glittered. “You might be interested to hear that this is a distinctly cute ass we’re talking about.”

Eric sucked in a sharp breath. “You know I don’t mix business and pleasure and apart from that, at eighteen, he’s quite a bit too young for me, don’t you think?”

Tom shrugged. “You’re only eight years his senior and I’m not saying you should put him into your bed. I’m just saying he’s hot. Seriously hot. It won’t hurt you to get an eyeful of pretty boy while you’re doing your job. And as for his age—he may be young, but he’s legal, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“I don’t need to worry about that because I have no intention of getting involved with him.”

“Yeah, I know, Mr Proper. He has probably no intention of getting involved with you either.”

Eric groaned and rolled his eyes. “And what makes you think that?”

“From what I’ve heard, he’s supposed to be straight. But hey, maybe you can bend him a little. Seems to me you don’t need to worry about his virtue either. Apparently there isn’t much left.” Tom waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eric didn’t like the expression in Tom’s eyes. In his experience, that particular gleam always meant trouble.

“There’s a rumour that he was about to start a rather promising career in the film industry—and I’m not talking Hollywood—but Daddy dearest got wind of it and now he has to return to Olde England to go to university and finish his degree like the good little boy he ought to be.”

“Somehow I get the feeling these films had nothing to do with a bunch of girls crying over a romantic hero,” Eric said.

Tom gave him a dirty grin. “Well, let’s say it was the kind of film where a bunch of girls cry out for the hero and it wasn’t so much romance as hard core porn.”

“Have you seen it?”

“Nope. It doesn’t appear to be available on the market. At least not that I could’ve tracked it down. My guess is Daddy dearest has either bought all the copies or he’s had them destroyed. Or both.”

“So I’m supposed to babysit a prodigal son who would much rather spend his time fucking around in front of a camera than go to university.” Eric sneered. “I’m not dumb, Tom. This kid spells trouble and you know it. That’s why you want to reassign him to me, not because you’ve lost your heart to some blonde bimbo with big tits and three brain cells. Why don’t you just tell your client to go find someone else if you don’t want the job?”

Tom sighed. “The contract is signed and sealed. Ricky, we’re talking about Corbin Prescott, the founder of Prescott Acquisitions, here. The man is loaded, and his company has branches in the UK and the US with employees moving from one continent to the other all the time. If we play this right, there could be a lot more business coming our way. This assignment may be a pain in the ass, but it’s worth grinding your teeth. You have to look at the big picture.”

Eric laughed out loud. “I’m supposed to grind my teeth because you’re looking at the big picture? Come on, Tommy. You should know me better than that.”

Defeat flashed in Tom’s eyes. “Fine. What are your terms?”

“To take the boy off your hands and play nice with Daddy Prescott?”

“Yeah.”

“How much money are we talking about?”

“The usual fee for the VIP-package plus fifty percent extra for dragging the kid around town and making sure he stays on track until he’s settled in.”

“I want ninety percent of the fee plus the full bonus,” Eric said.

“Jesus, Eric. That’s—”

“Only fair and you know it. Oh, and for your ten percent, you’re going to take care of things your side of the ocean.”

“Fifteen percent.”

Eric smiled. “Eight? That’s sweet of you, but you know, I’m still not so sure I should accept it. Even with the bonus, and even assuming the boy is going to behave, it’s going to eat up a lot of my time.”

Tom rolled his eyes and raised his hands. “When have you become so pragmatic, Eric? Think about the money. Three months and you can take the rest of the year off if you want. And there’s still the chance you get a personal bonus out of it.”

“I. Don’t. Fuck. My. Clients. Besides, I prefer my men a bit more mature. An eighteen-year old twink just doesn’t do it for me.”

“Seven percent for me and I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?” Tom grinned and Eric heaved a sigh. The man knew far too well how to push his buttons.

 

About the author & Social Media Links

Sage is a multi-published, international bestselling author of gay erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay erotic fiction.

A willing slave to all the fascinating guys who keep queuing up and want their stories told, Sage can almost always be found cooking up the next hot story or daydreaming about new ways of rubbing sexy male bodies together to make the sparks fly.

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BLOG TOUR, EXCERPT AND GIVEAWAY! Bonded 2 by Sara York

Title: Bonded 2
Series: Bound in Love #2
Author: Sara York
Genre: M/M Romance
Published: August 14, 2015 

Liam Muller’s passion for life, mixed with his abusive past created more problems than Greg Peterson could handle on his own. When the pair meet Chris Edwards, everything changes. Both Greg and Chris keep Liam even, but when Liam’s parents plot his kidnapping, Chris and Greg can do nothing to keep him safe without the help of Chris’s new friend, Agent Samuel Graves.
Samuel is all about the job, but he craves a connection like Liam, Chris, and Greg have. When Sam meets Hudson Radcliff, he’s thrown off balance with attraction. His normally cool demeanor is set aflame with lust and need. Hudson and Sam burn for each other, but their passion is tested when everyone is put in danger.
Chris, and Greg fight Liam’s demons after they are reunited, but Liam’s parents won’t give up without a fight. Three men together may challenge people, but Liam, Chris, and Greg will fight to the end for their love.
Liam shook his head as he stared open mouthed at Agent Sam Graves. The agent nodded his head, so Liam looked to Greg then finally Chris.
“But I can’t.” He held out one hand to Greg then the other to Chris. “They’re both my husbands, and I can’t choose one.”
“I can understand how you feel, but your parents are fighting with everything they have. If they can get a judge to rule in their favor, you’ll be forced to undergo some sort of examination to determine your mental state. And trust me when I say they’ll probably pick a doctor who will find something wrong with your life. Few people understand what you, Greg, and Chris have. To make it worse, they’re also threatening legal action for your attack on your mom.”
“I didn’t attack her. She shoved me and then I reached out to keep from falling. I didn’t even really touch her. I might have brushed my arm against hers as I tried to keep from hitting the floor, but I didn’t do anything.”
“Marry either Greg or Chris and they’ll be your closest relative. Your parents will have no say in your life and no judge will force you to undergo a mental evaluation based on their insistence. If you have a spouse, then your spouse has the say in your life, not them. We could probably get through this without you getting married, but there is a slim chance your dad will use your past drug use against you and have a judge declare you mentally incompetent. It’s a long shot, but it will be impossible for them to have control if you have a spouse.”
“But I can’t be married to just one of them.” Liam felt like the world was closing in on him. How could he choose? Greg was the man who had saved him from himself, and Chris was his perfect lover. All three of them were intertwined so intricately that marrying one would be impossible.
“Liam,” Greg dropped to his knees in front of him, his beautiful brown eyes revealing his soul. “I love you more than life itself.”
He reached out and cupped Greg’s cheek. This man had made such a huge difference in his life. How could he say no to his proposal? His heart ached and he felt like it was breaking. He loved Greg, but he loved Chris too. How could he choose? But how could he say no to Greg?
“I love you so much, Greg.” Tears burned the back of his eyes, and he was powerless against whatever Greg wanted. Not because Greg lorded over him, but he loved the man so very much.
Greg licked his lips, and a smile played over his face. His eyes were bright, and Liam thought Greg looked better than ever before.
“I want you to marry Chris,” Greg said.
Liam pulled back, shocked by Greg’s words. “What?” He couldn’t have heard Greg right. Didn’t Greg want him?
Liam nodded and drew in a deep breath, watching the people move around him. People who looked to be medics took out the younger of the guys who’d been held here. The minutes ticked by, and he wanted to remind Sam he needed to see Greg and Chris, but every time he glanced to Sam, he held up his hand and nodded.

 

He was about out of all of his patience when the door to the facility opened and a new group of people walked in. The second man through the door was big, and it didn’t take him more than a second to realize it was Greg. He stood on shaky legs, tears streaming down his face. Greg was crying too and so was Chris.
“Greg.” Liam fell into open arms, trusting Greg would catch him. He wasn’t disappointed as Greg wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. He felt lips pressed against his face and neck, and then he felt more arms around him. Chris was beside them. His heart swelled so much, he wondered if his chest could contain it. He couldn’t stop the flow of tears as he held Greg. His men had saved him. They hadn’t forgotten about him.

 

“Okay, it’s time to head out.” Sam was standing right beside them, his gaze serious. “The locals have been alerted to what’s going on. We need the three of you to head to the airport. Greg and Chris, your bags are already in a car and on the way there. There is some grumbling from local law enforcement that they want to arrest Liam. We can’t let them get Liam back into their custody. Let’s move out, now.”
Liam held Greg’s hand and then reached out for Chris’s. All three of them settled in the backseat of the car Sam led them to, Liam in the middle, sandwiched between his lovers. Sam slid behind the wheel and another man sat in the passenger seat. Liam looked from Greg to Chris and back to Greg, his emotions rising to the surface again.

 

Chris placed his hand on Liam’s knee and squeezed. It felt amazing to be back with his men. There was so much to tell them, and yet he couldn’t say anything. He thought he’d be able to speak before they made it to the airport, but tension and fear held him in check. If the cops caught up to them, they might arrest him.

 

It took them more than thirty minutes to arrive. Once there, Sam led them into a small terminal.

 

“This isn’t the right place, is it?” Liam asked. “It was bigger when I flew in.”

 

“We’re flying private. You’ll be in Virginia in a couple of hours. Greg, Chris, your luggage is already stowed below. Liam, if we find anything that belongs to you, we’ll return it. I’ll be in contact with you in the next few days, and I’ll probably be sending a few photos of things we don’t have to hold and see if they’re yours. Some items may be used as evidence and you won’t get it back for a while.”

 

“Okay,” Liam whispered.
“Hey,” Sam held out his hand. “I swear you’ll be protected. I’ve discussed some options with Greg and Chris. When I fly home, I’ll meet with you and discuss those with you.”

 

He nodded as he shook Sam’s hand before moving next to Greg, seeking comfort. During takeoff, he had to be strapped into his own seat, but once they were flying, he unstrapped and crawled onto Greg’s lap. Chris moved to the seat he’d been occupying. He leaned forward and kissed Chris, tears forming in his eyes as he realized it all could have gone much worse. He was only at that shitty place for a little over a day. If he’d been there for weeks or longer, he knew he wouldn’t be the same person.
The kiss ended and he sat back, resting his head against Greg’s shoulder. Both Chris and Greg held him, giving him comfort. He fell asleep quickly and woke as they were starting their descent for landing.
“You have to strap in,” Greg said as he helped Liam move to the seat he’d been in earlier.
Liam found Chris in the row opposite them and reached over as Greg fastened his seatbelt. He held hands with Chris and Greg, not wanting to lose his connection with either one of them. The plane touched down and he let out a sigh. Now life could get back to normal, at least he hoped it could.
Writing is Sara’s life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can’t help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning.

Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun. Almost a quarter of a century ago Sara met her lover, falling for him after knowing him for ten minutes. Sara’s passion for him comes out in her stories, mixing with her passion for life, love, and good times, flowing onto the page and becoming tales from the heart.



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BLOG TOUR AND GIVEAWAY! A Good Family Man by Thianna Durston

FinalAuthor Name: Thianna Durston

Book Name: A Good Family Man

Series: Corbin’s Bend – Season Three, Book 8

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Blurb:

Jack Carmichael’s natural instinct is to take care of people. In his job as a U.S. Marshal, he has done that for 25 years. Unfortunately, being married to his job has left his love life in tatters. Now classified unfit for duty, he retires and comes home to Colorado to figure things out. Dominant and used to taking control like his brother Brent, he has never been interested in spanking. Until a cute Nurse Practitioner catches his attention.

Josh Martin feels lucky. He’s not only accepted into Corbin’s Bend, but he’ll be working at the brand new Corbin’s Bend Medical Clinic as its only Nurse Practitioner. At thirty-two, he figures this is his last-ditch attempt at finding a dominant partner who isn’t abusive. He finds more than his share of dominant men in Corbin’s Bend, not the least of which are the Carmichael brothers. Brent’s dominance is both comforting and unnerving, Jack’s turns him on.

Josh is unlike any submissive male Jack has encountered and when the younger man asks him out, he decides to give it a go. One day of fun turns into two, three…until Jack, with more failed relationships than he can count in his past and unsure he can be the head of house Josh needs, leaves, burying himself once again in work. Forced to see the error of his decision, he puts aside the worries that have plagued him for months and returns to Corbin’s Bend. To become the good family man he wants to be, he has to earn back Josh’s trust and truly take on a role he’s never considered before: head of a loving discipline household.

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About the author:

Thianna likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and just a bit naughty. She can also add, subtract, multiply, and divide in her head, but if people ask her to do it at parties, she isn’t impressed. While she would love to say there wasn’t a genre she had read that she didn’t enjoy, it would be a lie. For some reason, she keeps skipping to the ends of mystery books to find out who done it.

The creator and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend Romance series, she wants to know: Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?

Under the name Thianna Durston, she writes M/M romance. Under Thianna D., she writes M/F romance.

 

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Where to find the author:

Thianna’s Websitehttp://mm.thiannad.com/

Thianna’s Bloghttp://blog.thiannad.com/

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