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GUEST POST: Breaking the Habit by J.P.Bowie

Release of “Breaking the Habit” by J.P. Bowie

My thanks to the guys at Because Two Men Are Better Than One for this opportunity to tout my latest release “Breaking the Habit”, the sequel to “Fear and Loving in Las Vegas”.

When I originally wrote “Fear and Loving in Las Vegas”, I had no intention of following it up with a sequel, but after I submitted the manuscript to my publisher, it was as if the lead character’s brother, Mike Peterson, spoke to me and demanded “What about me?”

Mike is a self-proclaimed loser with a bad gambling habit and the propensity for expecting others to help him out of tight spots. Unemployed, and with two failed marriages behind him, Mike is hardly the stuff romantic leads are generally made of. But deep down, Mike was looking for some kind of redemption, a friend, someone other than his brother, Jerry, that he could relate to and share a satisfying life with.

When his brother steers him in the direction of Larry Bertoli, a recently ‘out’ LAPD cop and his sister’s ex-boyfriend, Mike at first balks at the idea of meeting the guy. Fortunately, curiosity wins out and although their first contact isn’t the greatest, there is enough of a connection for them to want to explore their friendship farther.

I didn’t want this to be just another straight-to-gay story. I wanted to explore the psyches of both men and find out what, if anything, in their pasts might have led them to these life-changing shifts in their sexuality. The men are very different in their temperaments and personalities. Mike is prone to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, and his gambling addiction gets in the way of his common sense at times. Larry is the steadier of the two, more sure of his decision to ‘bat for the other team’, yet he sees in Mike someone he could be comfortable with in the long-term, not to mention his visceral attraction for the man.

Their fledging relationship gets off to a rocky start, mostly due to Mike’s unwillingness to let go of what he perceives as ‘normal’ and admit to himself that the feelings Larry invokes in him are really what he wants. While he enjoys Larry’s company, the idea of physical contact between them, scares Mike to death, but at the same time it intrigues and excites him. He knows that at some point he must either cross the line and give in to urges he never thought he would ever contemplate, or walk away from his and Larry’s newfound friendship.

As in all things consensual, there is no right or wrong, no black or white, only endless possibilities if one would only reach out and grab hold of what might be the most important and life-defining opportunity ever offered. How many of us have, at some point in our lives, been faced with a decision we know will change everything, if only we make the right choice?  Or even if we make the wrong choice?

Mike’s decision will change his life for certain. No matter what direction he takes, nothing will ever be the same for him again. One can only hope that he’s not left sighing into the night, “If only…”

This book is the sequel to Fear and Loving in Las Vegas also by J.P. Bowie

A gambling addiction isn’t bad enough? Throw in a not-so-sudden interest in guys and Mike Peterson’s life is about to get really complicated!

Mike Peterson is determined to break the gambling habit that resulted in two failed marriages, no money, no job, plus almost getting himself and his brother killed when loan sharks came looking for the money he’d borrowed.

In addition, he’s recently been having some doubts about his own sexuality. When his gay brother suggests he get in touch with an old friend, recently out police officer Larry Bertoni, Mike is at first leery of the idea, and their first meeting isn’t exactly ideal.

They decide to meet again and this time more of what they are and what they could mean to one another is revealed during their time together. They begin a tentative friendship that graduates to a first, fumbling attempt at romance.

Can they find the secure relationship they both want, or will Mike’s addiction and lack of self-esteem hinder what could possibly be salvation for both men?

Buy from Amazon

Note from the author: Dumping Las Vegas was the original title of Fear and Loving in Las Vegas, the prequel to Breaking the Habit. It was published by Wilde City Press a couple of years ago before their sad demise. It has been extensively re-edited by Pride Publishing.

About the author

J.P. Bowie is originally from Scotland but has lived in the US for many years. An ex-singer/actor he has worked with many British and American celebrities over the years. J.P. began writing in 2001, mostly gay mysteries and wrote his first erotic vampire novel in 2008. “My Vampire and I” which started out as a short story morphed into a full length novel and a series of eight different stories. To date, J.P. has written close to eighty books, series, short stories and novellas on a variety of subjects – vampires, cowboys, detectives and just some regular guys.

He lives in San Diego with his husband, Phil. They have been together for 24 years, married since it became legal 4 years ago.

Catch him on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jp.bowie.1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jpbowie

Website and blog. www.jpbowie.com

Send an email to jpbowie@att.net

Breaking the Habit is available here: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/breaking-the-habit

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GUEST POST: Finding You by Lily Harlem

Writing with the Birds and the Bees

By Lily Harlem

Hello, and thank you for inviting me to Because Two Men Are Better Than One today. The sun is shining here in Wales, UK, (which is where I’ve called home for the last ten years) and lately I’ve been enjoying sitting in the garden writing each day. I find the sounds of the birds and the bees and the scents of the flowers very relaxing and good for my inspiration. I’m very lucky in that we have a pretty garden that’s up on a hill so I have views over fields and in the distance a forest.  Sometimes I find myself staring into the distance for ages, but I don’t scold myself for this as someone wise once said ‘when an author is staring into space, don’t disturb them, they’re working’, and it’s true, my mind is busy in these moments, dreaming up scenarios, running through dialogue, getting into the minds of my characters.

My garden also has what I call big sky, there’s a vastness to it and one of my favourite things to do after a day’s writing (it’s my full time job) is to pour a glass of white wine and watch the sun set. The cat usually jumps on my lap, glad that the incessant tap-tapping of the laptop has stopped, and more often than not there are clouds and they turn orange and pink as twilight descends and are wonderful for the game of creating images out of their shapes.

We had a long, wet winter here, no snow this year just lots of rain, though in my mind I was in sunny California. Why? Because over the winter I wrote an entire shifter series titled REDWOOD SHIFTERS. It’s a set of 6 books, M/M, M/M/M and M/M/F. The male romances and erotic scenes fill each book in the majority though I wanted some of my shifters, who live deep in the forest away from prying eyes, to have a female in their relationship too.

This is the case in book #2 FINDING YOU, though you won’t get to meet Julie for a while. That’s because I wanted the Alpha Male, Aleco and his mate Pedro to be the main stars of the book. They’re frantic when their third is taken and this makes for a volatile, tense situation which sets things on fire between them sexually.

I’m well known for writing ménage a trois stories, and have many – find them HERE – and really wanted to be able to bring that into the REDWOOD SHIFTERS series. There’s something so delicious about the dynamics of three people in love and lust, both in and out of the bedroom their relationship is fascinating. Add in the guys (or gals) being into each other too and the results are explosive.

In the REDWOOD SHIFTERS series there are 3 menage stories, two of which are M/M/F (FINDING YOU and HIS NEEDS) and one that is M/M/M (COMPLETE US). The other books are M/M and you can find them all on my website.

Thank you for reading

Lily x

REDWOOD SHIFTERS

Deep in California, amidst the forests, valleys and mountains a pack of sexy canine shifters live, laugh and love. Free from persecution and curious eyes they mate for life and will kill for the ones their hearts beat for.

But even an idyllic existence has bumps in the road, and with love always comes pain. That’s when man, or dog, has to rise to the challenge, fight for what’s theirs and remember that a true, everlasting soul bond is the ultimate prize to strive for.

Books ideally read in order but can be enjoyed as standalone reads.

Lily Harlem Bio

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award winning, bestselling author of steamy romance. After giving up a busy career in nursing she now spends her time enjoying her army of rescued pets and penning sexy stories. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic and also self-publishes novels that range from emotionally charged erotic romance, to smokin’ hot ménage a trois.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, in whichever pairing or genre takes your fancy, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty so make sure you hang on tight for the ride! Subscribe to her newsletter to get a FREE ebook.

Lily Harlem Links

Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: An Unexpected Truth by S.A. Meade

A trust destroyed is a trust that is hard to recover…

Brendan Matthews is happy training racehorses for a living. He thinks he’s hit the jackpot when a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, Adam Ahmadi, sends six yearlings his way. Not only are the horses a cut above the rest, their owner isn’t too shabby either.

But not everything is as it seems. Adam has many secrets, most of them dark and deadly. When Adam’s past returns with a vengeance, he disappears, leaving Brendan confused and hurt.

If Adam survives, will his past destroy their future?

Exclusive Extract:

What a fucking racket.

Brendan wandered along the stable block, wincing as Bertie, his yard man, sang in tuneless disharmony with a song blaring from the tinny radio. Horses, equally offended, nodded their heads over stable doors, their ears twitching at the onslaught of bum notes and falsetto warbles. Bertie swept on, marshaling errant wisps of straw into a tidy pile.

“For fuck’s sake. Give it a rest, Bert. You’re scaring the horses.” Jerry, one of the stable lads, staggered past under the weight of a laden muck sack.

“And I don’t want you scaring off Dr. Ahmadi.” Brendan paused to rub the nose of one of the new arrivals, a Galileo yearling fresh from the sales and, arguably, one of the best-bred horses ever to grace the yard. All thanks to his newest owner, who was due to arrive at any moment.

“We’re ready, boss.” Wahid carried a leather lead and chain. “All the babies are clean, rugged-up and ready to be shown off.”

Brendan glanced at his head lad. Wahid was the only one who hadn’t staggered into the yard earlier nursing a hangover. The rest of his staff, having celebrated Bertie’s birthday the night before, were a sorry collection of pale, stumbling wraiths. He sent a prayer of thanks to the gods that they were just leading Ahmadi’s purchases out for his perusal, rather than riding them. Hangovers made this lot ride like sacks of shite.

“Yeah, make it happen.” Brendan patted the yearling’s neck absently then continued toward the tack room to rouse the rest of the troops from their stupor. “He’ll be here in a minute or two and I’d rather not keep him hanging round. It’s fucking cold this morning.”

He found Mary, Naz and Yuri huddled around the oil heater clutching mugs of coffee and looking miserable. They glanced up when Brendan walked in, then set their drinks down.

“Sorry, boss.” Mary stood. “Rough night.”

“Thank Christ you lot aren’t riding out this morning. You couldn’t stay on a seaside fucking donkey. Can you all, at least, tidy yourselves up? Yuri, you look like you spent the night under a haystack.”

“He probably did,” Naz suggested, tipping the rest of his coffee into the sink.

Yuri, having scrambled to his feet, raked his fingers through his tousled hair, sending a shower of straw to the tack room floor. “Yes, boss.”

“Go check your horses, and get them ready to be led out. He’ll be here any minute. When he’s gone, then you can thank your lucky stars that your boss is taking pity on you and not making you ride a third lot. After you get back to the yard and feed the horses, you can call it a morning.”

“Thanks.” Naz shuffled past him, offering him a smile. “It won’t happen again, sir, we promise.”

“Pull the other one, Naz.” Stable lads and monumental piss-ups went together. “Anyway, I might make you all start breaking in the yearlings tomorrow. Wouldn’t that be a great way to spend a Sunday morning?”

Of course, he had no intention of doing such a thing. The week of the October sales was always a fraught affair. They all needed a rest before the breaking-in began.

The clang of the main gate ripped Brendan from wistful thoughts of bacon butties and a mug of builder’s tea. The good doctor had arrived in a gleaming black BMW which he was currently parking in front of the house. The second clang of the gate heralded the arrival of Sam Mason, Ahmadi’s bloodstock agent. The one who’d attended the sales on his client’s behalf and filled half a dozen of Brendan’s boxes with an impressive collection of very expensive horses. Beautiful, well-bred creatures.

Brendan brushed a stray bit of straw from his jacket and strode out to meet them.

“Brendan! Good to see you.” Sam seized his hand in his usual bear-like grip and shook it. “Meet Dr. Adam Ahmadi.” He grinned and turned toward his client, who had emerged from his car.

Fuck me. Please…

https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/an-unexpected-truth

About the Author:

S.A. Meade lives in deepest Wiltshire with her son, a dog and two cats. She is still partial to gin and tonic and loves to cook. When she’s not working, she stares at her laptop and waits for inspiration to strike, preferring that to mowing the lawn or weeding. When parked in front of a computer, she can be found wandering the streets of her village, dog in tow.

 

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GUEST POST: Anthem of the Sea by Thom Collins

Thanks for having me here today to talk about my new release, Anthem of the Sea, the first book in The Anthem Trilogy. I’ve been working on the trilogy for two years and am very excited to have the first book coming out. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous too. This book is a huge deal for me.

Anthem of the Sea is a contemporary thriller set on board a massive cruise ship called the Atlantic Anthem. The Anthem has everything: luxury accomodation, restaurants, bars, spas, shops and a theatre. It’s a five star hotel at sea. Daniel Blake, a successful singer, comes aboard to perform on the final few days of the ships maiden season. He soon meets Elijah Mann, a handsome comedian, who’ll shares the entertainment bill with him on the return voyage to England. The guys hit it off straight away. Both talented and good-looking, they’re a perfect match. But not everybody thinks so. Also on board is Oliver Gill, a man from Daniel’s pass who bears a long and bitter grudge against him. As the ship sets sail, two days from next port, the scene is set for romance, passion and revenge.

I loved writing and researching this book. The Atlantic Anthem is a fictional ship but based on my own experiences as a traveller and from doing researching into modern super-ships. There’s something about the sea that is inherently romantic which makes a cruise ship the perfect location to set a story. Not just romantic, but exciting, dramatic, exhilarating and sometimes even a little scary. I grew up in a coastal town and my father was a fisherman, so I’ve spent my whole life in love with the sea.

Without giving too much away, readers can look forward to learning a lot more about these characters in the next two books. How events in this story shape and colour their future. Although Anthem of the Sea is book one in a trilogy, I’d like to assure everyone that this also works as a standalone read. I don’t like series books that read as one continuous novel, often leaving the reader hanging mid-scene. Although part of an on-going story, this is a novel in it’s own right, reaching an exciting climax in the middle of an Atlantic storm.

I hope everyone has as much fun reading as I did writing it.

Blurb

An ocean of possibility. For love, revenge and murder.

Daniel Blake, a handsome young singer, boards the Atlantic Anthem in Portugal for the final voyage of her maiden season. The state-of-the-art ship is the jewel in the Royal Atlantic cruise fleet. For Daniel, a one-time boy band member and TV talent show winner, it’s an honor to perform aboard such a vessel. Daniel loves the freedom and adventure of the sea. He began his solo career as a cruise ship entertainer and returning to the ocean as a headline act brings him full circle. He isn’t looking for love.

Neither is comedian Elijah Mann. Working at sea has given Elijah’s career the boost it desperately needed. Often considered too good-looking and sexy to be funny, work has been hard to come by since his TV show was canceled. With a potential new career opening up, he must remain focused. But when Elijah meets Daniel the attraction is mutual and instant. As the ship sets sail for England they have three days to get to know each other. Elijah can’t let that opportunity pass.

The voyage home is far from smooth. Also on board is a figure from Daniel’s past. A man who’s been holding a grudge for years, waiting for his moment. As a storm builds in the North Atlantic, Daniel and Elijah discover that the trip of a lifetime could be their last.

Buy Links

Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/anthem-of-the-sea

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Anthem-Sea-Thom-Collins-ebook/dp/B0725JDM29/

Amazon USA: https://www.amazon.com/Anthem-Sea-Thom-Collins-ebook/dp/B0725JDM29

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/anthem-of-the-sea

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/anthem-of-the-sea-thom-collins/1126384702?ean=9781786515681

About the Author

Thom Collins is the author of the novel Closer by Morning, with Pride Publishing. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

The novellas Gods of Vengeance and Silent Voices were published by Pride in early 2017, followed by the novel Anthem of the Sea, the first book in the Anthem Trilogy. He has recently finished writing the second book in a series and is working on the third.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age. Since taking his first cruise in 2013 he realized that sailing is the way to go.

Links

Blog: www. thomcollinsauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter:   @thomwolf     and  @realthomcollins

Email: thomcollinsauthor@aol.com

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GUEST POST: The Wounded Warrier by BA Tortuga

Cowboys and Soldiers, oh my!

Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, and I write cowboys and rednecks. A lot. No, really. I love a man in Wranglers, and I hail from Texas, so I love to set stories in and around my old hometown. In fact, you could say cowboys are my brand, my stock in trade, and what readers have come to expect from me.

That’s why when I set out to write Wounded Warrior, I was a little worried. I didn’t have a cowboy, really. Luke is an ex-soldier, and Rory is a legal eagle who’s dabbling in real estate for the moment. Now, they’re both Texans. Lifelong. Hardcore. But neither are cowboys. At least not at the beginning, and I feared that would turn people right off the story.

See, Wounded Warrior was important to me because most of the men in my family were in the military at some point. Most of them men, and some of the women, of my wife’s family served. And every day we hear stories of soldiers coming home with very real injuries, with terrible PTSD, and with troubles re-entering society. I wanted to represent those people, to show that they’re important, not people to forget or ignore. I wasn’t sure how to do it within the kinds of stories I write, but I was determined. Trust me, y’all, when I’m determined, I get the job done. That’s the cowboy in me.

So I set out to write Luke’s story, and in the process, I realized he was learning to be a cowboy. He learns to care for horses from his brother Matt. He learns to cowboy up from his family and his newfound friends. He learns that he can be a stubborn ass and people will still love him, which is definitely a cowboy trait…

I do love the breed, but I have no illusions about them.

Another surprise for me was how Rory stepped up in the book, as well. He’s got just as many issues as Luke, if for different reasons. He didn’t fight the same war, but he’s wounded all the same, and he’s working hard to make things right, and to get his life going exactly where he wants it.

I guess the story is all about recovery. Luke and Rory have the potential to heal each other a lot, which really makes me happy.

By the end of the story, I felt like I had three cowboys on my hands. Matt, Luke’s brother, who’s the reason the ranch gets going in the first place, became way more of the story than I expected. He was a cowboy from the get go, and he becomes a mentor to both Luke and Rory in a lot of ways. But Luke and Rory also measured up to the painfully honest, loving, stubborn cowboys I know and love so well.

I loved writing these boys, exploring some themes near and dear to my heart. I hope y’all will take a chance on them, too.

Much love, y’all.

BA

You can find BA at:

Website: http:www.batortuga.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/batortuga

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/batortuga

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/batortuga/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/batortuga

Blogger: http://batortuga.blogspot.com/

Instagram: https://instagram.com/batortuga/

Tumblr: http://batortuga.tumblr.com/

BA Tortuga bio:

Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the  high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

Buy Links

https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-wounded-warrior

Blurb

When Luke’s lost everything, the only thing to do is head back home to the ranch and pray that he finds his way again.

When Navy SEAL Luke Blanchard comes back to Northeast Texas after a devastating injury, he feels like the whole world has gone dark. In a wheelchair and feeling worthless, Luke has no idea what to do, even as his twin brother Matt is determined to lift him up and help him heal.

Rory McConnell is a local prodigy, a real estate lawyer with a plan to buy up land before his bitter rival can collect it. When the Blanchard ranch goes into the red, he offers to buy out the debt. Luke backs his brother instead, but he doesn’t believe for a minute that Rory is a bad guy. No one that sexy and fun can be, right?

As Luke claws his way out of depression with a crazy idea to run a therapy ranch, he and Rory start to explore the need growing between them. Will Rory’s need for revenge against a man who damaged him forever come between them, or will it be the force which brings these two wounded men together for good?

Reader Advisory: This book contains fragmented recollection of gang-rape which happened off-screen several years earlier. 

 

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GUEST POST: Remmy Duchene

Hi everyone!

Thank you so much for stopping by! I’m Remmy Duchene, author of Interracial Romance (sensual, erotic, sweet – depending on my mood lol).

Today, I’m here to gab about my newest release coming to Pride Publishing titled The Smell of Camellias. This story has a special place in my heart because it is the first time a reader has requested a story from me. One of my readers, who’ve been with me for years now, asked if I could write a longer piece with the Blasian (Black/Asian) mixed. Of course, I was flattered, excited, even cried a little (Says my friends – I mean, I had something in my eyes) but then I freaked out.

Why? I am notorious for starting a story and 15-20 thousand words in, scrapping it because it makes no sense to me. I didn’t want this to happen with this story and I wanted it to be something kind of similar to a Korean Drama but not really. There has never been an interracial Korean Drama of this magnitude so I was free to work with my own imagination.

Sung-go’s name was changed about eight times. No word of a lie. I had to make sure his name wasn’t similar to any of the other Korean men I’d written in the past. Though, if you research the names from the culture and watch as many dramas and listen to as much Kpop as I do, the names are remarkable similar.

I actually created Frank for another story – he was going to be a rapper who was still in the closet but somehow the personality that came through didn’t mesh well with that story so I brought him over to Camellias.

I think these two works really well together.

Different story brings out a different love in me. For The Smell of Camellias I was able to mesh my love of Korean Dramas, my adoration for culture and writing multicultural romance (With tons of spice) and toss in a little drama to make it all sizzle.

To add to that, this book comes out four days before my birthday!! But since I declared June my month (lol) and I’m sharing it with Pride Month in Toronto – I am over the moon about this release!

I’m very lucky to be able to do this.

Blurb

Broken to be whole…

After a life that had little to be desired, Frank Dunn has a sea of possibilities ahead of him. Young, good-looking with a kick-ass education and credentials from Cal Tech, Frank is ready to take on the world. When he is offered his dream job, Frank jumps on it even though he has to move to South Korea. Since he has no family except his best friend, staying put is irrelevant.

Sung-Go Hyun is the man when it comes to White Tiger Industries—a multi-billion-dollar luxury automotive giant in South Korea. From the outside, people think he has it all, but he knows his struggles and they have left him stoic. When he meets Frank Dunn, they immediately butt heads. Sung-Go is instantly attracted to the brown-eyed devil and Sung-Go hates that. But since his heart isn’t going to cooperate, Sung-Go decides to go after what he wants. Frank on the other hand wants nothing to do with Sung-Go or his bed.

Sung-Go isn’t used to such a reaction, but he will have to learn that Frank would rather burn Sung-Go’s world to the ground than submit.

Links

You can snag The Smell of Camellias from Pride at https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-smell-of-camellias or wherever you tend to buy your Remmy sexiness!

Website: https://remmyduchene.wix.com/remmymantasy

Twitter: @remmyduchene

Instagram: @Manluvlikeaboss

And you can find me on Facebook

*hugs*

Remmy D

About the author

Multi-published Remmy Duchene was born in St. Anns, Jamaica and moved to Canada at a young age. When not working or writing, Remmy loves dabbling in photography, travelling and spending time with friends and family.

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RELEASE BLITZ with GIVEAWAY: Misdemeanor by CF White

 

Buy Links:  Pride Publishing (Early Download) Amazon US | Amazon UK (Out July 4)

Blurb

After his mother tragically dies and his deadbeat father goes off the rails, nineteen-year-old Micky is left to care for his disabled little brother, Flynn.
   
Juggling college, a dead end job and Flynn’s special needs means Micky has to put his bad boy past behind him and be the responsible adult to keep his brother out of care. He doesn’t have time for anything else in his life.
Until he meets Dan.

“Amazingly gritty and raw. This slice of life is so realistic it flays you.” – Pride Publishing

Excerpt
 

The Sun Keeps Rising

“Shit!”

Micky cursed loudly and squinted through the morning glare to read the alarm clock that was obviously having trouble performing its one and only basic function. He threw off his duvet and jumped out of bed, his foot landing on a plastic wind-up toy penguin discarded on the floor. The penguin openly mocked him by tossing itself into a noisy backflip.

“Fuck!”

Micky cursed again, bending down to pick up the toy and throw it savagely against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces and Micky felt instantly guilty.

“Flynn!” he yelled, hopping over to his bedroom door and yanking it open. Treading more carefully to the bathroom opposite, he rubbed his eyes before coming face-to-face with himself in the mirror above the sink.

He looked like shit. No change there. The three hours of almost sleep he’d gotten obviously hadn’t done anything to improve on his disheveled appearance. He ran a hand over the stubble on his chin. He needed to shave but now didn’t have the time. Micky turned on the tap, dunked his head under the cold stream and squeezed paste onto his toothbrush.

“Flynn!” he shouted again, louder this time, before shoving the toothbrush into his gob and brushing vigorously. The minty taste did nothing for his dry mouth.

“Yes, Micky,” came a quiet little voice from the bathroom doorway.

Still holding the toothbrush between his lips, foam dripping out from the side of his mouth, Micky turned.

“We’re late,” he said, trying to suck the minty drool back up and stop it escaping from the corners.

“I’m dressed,” Flynn replied with a huge proud smile.

Flynn stood in the doorway, clutching another wind-up plastic toy. He kept spinning the thing around, setting off an ear-piercing buzz as it unwound at double speed. He appeared so small and fragile. More like a five-year-old than his actual eight years. He’d gotten dressed. Sort of. He’d managed to pull on his gray school trousers over his pajama bottoms and his army-green jumper clung inside out. No socks, and his mousy-brown curls stuck out from his head in all directions.

Micky’s heart melted a little at the sight.

“Well done, Flynn.” Micky finished brushing his teeth, spat down the plughole and cupped a handful of water into his mouth to rinse. Turning back to his brother, Micky then crouched in front of him. “But how about we try taking the pajamas off?”

Flynn looked down, waggling his toes, and back up at his big brother. “Why?” he asked, confused. “I put them back on later.”

Micky laughed. The kid had a point.

“Come on.” Micky took hold of Flynn’s hand to walk him back into the small box room. It had twin beds, pushed up against opposite sides. One had used to belong to Micky before he’d moved into the master bedroom.

“What time did you get up today?” Micky asked, dragging Flynn’s jumper over his head.

“Five five two,” Flynn replied.

He wound up the blasted plastic toy again and Micky breathed in deeply, preventing his immediate instinctive reaction to take the thing and smash it against the wall in comradeship with its penguin mate.

“That’s early,” Micky said, pulling off Flynn’s pajama top then rooting around in the drawer for his brother’s school polo shirt. He found it scrunched at the bottom and helped Flynn squirm into it while trying to smooth out the creases.

“For what?” Flynn asked, holding on to Micky’s shoulder as he knelt and stepped out of his trousers.

“Everything,” Micky replied with a yawn.

“Daddy didn’t say it was.”

Micky looked into Flynn’s blue eyes. The white starburst pattern within them gave him the feeling of being hypnotized. Micky blinked.

“Dad’s not here, Flynn,” Micky said slowly, standing to inspect his now school-uniform-clad little brother.

“Yes, he is.” Flynn smiled widely, his plastic toy buzzing in his hands.

Micky stared down at for a brief moment, then spun around and ran full pelt down the stairs and into the living room. The place was dark and dank, stinking of booze and fags with beer cans littering the floor.

Micky yanked open the curtains to witness the disgusting figure sprawled on the sofa. Tatty stonewashed denim jeans bagged around his knees and the T-shirt he wore, once white in color, was stained yellow with patches of Micky didn’t want to know what. His greasy, graying hair hung around his face like rats’ tails. He was snoring and every breath out from his wide-open mouth filled the room with a putrid stench.

Micky kicked at the arm dangling off the sofa. The man grumbled but didn’t move. Micky kicked him again, more fiercely. Opening one eye, the brute belched as he squinted through the glaring sunlight.

“Get the fuck out,” Micky demanded.

The laughter that followed made Micky’s skin crawl, along with the irritating scratching of fingernails across the man’s chest. The shirt rubbed against the curly dark hairs scattering his fat body and made the unbearable scraping of nails down a chalk board.

“Now,” Micky growled.

The grunted response wasn’t something Micky could decipher, nor did he care to. Micky watched with contempt as he rolled off the sofa and landed on the floor with a thump. Several beer cans crunched under his heavy frame and he rolled again to push up on to all fours. Grunting once more, he heaved himself to stand. He tripped on his own feet and clutched at the wall. Micky clenched his fists at the ready as the second loud belch blasted out and Micky had to turn away from the oncoming stink.

“Money,” he demanded, holding out a hand.

“Get fucked,” Micky spat back.

“Then I take his.”

He staggered over to the fireplace mantelpiece and made a grab for the handmade clay moneybox shaped like a car. Micky wrapped firm fingers around his wrist and squeezed tightly.

“Over my dead body.” Micky gritted his teeth. Clutching the wrist harder, he used his other hand to root around in the dirty jeans pocket and yanked out a key. Shaking his head, Micky shoved him away. “Now leave, before I fucking kill you.”

“Micky?” Flynn’s delicate little voice squeaked from the living room door. He clung to the plastic toy still in his hand, his eyes tightly shut.

Micky ran over, picked him up and settled him on his hip. For an eight-year-old, Flynn weighed no more than a couple of stone, his body skin and bones. It wasn’t his fault. It was the condition. Flynn rested his head on Micky’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his big brother’s neck, still clamping his eyes shut.

“It’s okay, Flynn. Dad’s leaving now.”

 
Author Bio
 

Brought up in a relatively small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do and fail—leave.

Studying at a West London university, she realised there was a whole city out there waiting to be discovered, so, much like Dick Whittington before her, she never made it back home and still endlessly searches for the streets paved with gold, slowly coming to the realisation they’re mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of staring at them vacantly whilst holding a polystyrene cup of watered-down coffee.

She eventually moved West to East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a life, a home and a family.

Having worked in Higher Education for most of her career, a life-altering experience brought pen back to paper after she’d written stories as a child but never had the confidence to show them to the world. Having embarked on this writing malarkey, C F White cannot stop. So strap in, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride…

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GUEST POST: Nurture by Jaime Samms & Sarah Masters

Nurture by Jaime Samms & Sarah Masters

No doubt about it, abuse is a difficult thing to read about. It’s difficult to write about, too.  Nurture explores abuse within a relationship—extreme abuse—and how two men fight their way through it. Three men if you count the new love interest—four and five men if you count the two friends also in the story. It’s a tale about pulling together, about helping a man see that what he’s suffered is abuse. All right, Paul knows his relationship with Carl isn’t normal, but he needs time to come to terms with that.

We see both sides of the coin, with Carl showing the reader why he’s abusive; how his upbringing and the things his father said to him brought him to where they are today—with Carl expressing his love for Paul in a manner that no one should express. By murdering people to prove how much he cares. His logic is twisted, but to him it makes absolute sense. To Paul, it’s horrific, and he wonders where and when Carl crossed that line. When did he shift from charming and wonderful to wicked and sadistic? Paul learns that it’s possible to feel empathy for a deranged and evil person—and that’s what he struggles with. Emotions and feelings have a habit of swaying our minds and hearts, and although Paul can see exactly what Carl has become, he still holds on to the fact somewhere deep inside that Carl wasn’t always like that.

However, Paul isn’t some whimpering bloke who refuses to see what’s right in front of his face. He can see it—has felt a fist or two connect with it as well—and it’s time to move on. The problem is, Carl isn’t about to let that happen, and rather than let Paul go, or get Paul to run away with him so he can have him all to himself, Carl would rather see Paul in jail than free. At least then he’d know where Paul was. Yes, twisted logic again, but through his eyes a child, we can see how he came to that conclusion—that Paul being incarcerated is better than Paul being free.

There are too many good people on Paul’s side, though, encouraging him, believing him—in him—and Paul’s journey, though as harrowing as Carl’s but in a completely different way, is about to take a different turn. He realises he must put the past behind him—and he must learn to let go. With the help of a police officer (Vic), and Paul’s friends Brian and Lil, he finds the courage to take the first step into a life without restraints. It’s a hard thing to do, walking away from an abuser, but the strength to do so is inside him. The problem is, Carl is stubborn and refuses to set him free.

Nurture isn’t a book everyone will want to read, we know that. But it is one we couldn’t not write. It called to us, and while writing, we wondered where on earth the plot would go next. We were surprised by ourselves on many occasions, and once we’d completed it, felt drained from the intensity of it all. But we’re glad we wrote it. Glad that if someone somewhere reads this book and alarm bells start ringing in their heads, giving them the courage to walk away like Paul, then we’ve done a good thing.

It’s not all doom and gloom. We also wanted to show that new horizons are out there, just waiting and, once a person is ready for it, beautiful things can happen. There’s hope, there’s a light at the end of a long and dark tunnel. There’s nurturing, not torturing.

There’s love.

URL for Nurture: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/nurture

Jaime Samms Author Bio:

Jaime writes, romance, fantasy, urban fantasy, shifter stories about men, about life, about love. Her work is populated with mostly men, most of whom are into each other, and yes, we do mean into each other. You can find plenty of free reading on her website.

She also reviews for Dark Diva Reviews, mostly the same types of stories, and will happily spout her opinion on the books she reads to her kids, who she home schools. Finally, she’s occasionally gainfully employed. She writes for the love it, and hopes to pass on that love to her readers, her kids, and anyone else who comes along.

 

Sarah Masters Author Bio:

Sarah Masters is a multi-published author in three pen names writing several genres. She lives with her husband, youngest daughter, and a cat in England. She writes at weekends and is a cover artist/head of art in her day job. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Natalie Dae and Geraldine O’Hara.

Sarah also co-authors with Jaime Samms, and as Natalie Dae she co-authors with Lily Harlem under the name Harlem Dae.

 

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GUEST POST: Silent Voice by Thom Collins

Thanks for having me here today to talk about my new release Silent Voices. This story was a lot of fun to write but the inspiration for it came about in the most mundane fashion. I was so bored with my daily commute one morning last autumn that I veered off onto a completely unknown road, knowing that it would eventually lead me in the direction I needed to be for work. The road itself was twisty with hair pin bends, deep woods and isolated farm houses. So much more interesting than my usual route. I began to take this journey every morning. It was sometime during the second week that I noticed a large manor house set back from the road behind a gated wall. Each day I paid more attention to the old house as I passed and ask myself the kind of “what if” questions that kick start so many good stories. On arrival at the office, I would quickly scribble down the latest round of ideas my morning commute had provided. Being the kind of author I am, I didn’t imagine tea parties and happy families behind those gates, but something far darker and sinister. In this way Winterstone Grange, the black heart of the story, began to take shape.

Silent Voices is set in the North East of England, in a combination of real and fictional locations. My lead character Josh Jackson is a restaurateur in the centre of Durham. While his restaurant The Cellar Steps is fictitious, the street where it’s located is very real. It’s one of my favourite parts of the city, full of secret corners, alcoves and hidden court yards. Silent Voices is essentially a thriller as Josh is drawn into a dark web of secrets and cover-ups while searching for his young cousin. It’s also a love story. Josh’s search for his cousin leads him to Ed, a journalist, researching Winterstone Grange for reasons of his own. Both characters were great fun to write – modern, sexy, intelligent guys – and their attraction for each other is seriously hot.

This is my third release with Pride Publishing and my first novella. My previous releases where Closer by Morning, a novel, and Gods of Vengeance, a short story. I love the novella format, as both a writer and a reader. I like the balance of action, drama and character, delivered at great pace, in a story that can be enjoyed in one or two sittings.  I can’t wait to write more like this.

Blurb

A desire for justice as strong as their passion for each other.

Concerned about the welfare of his young cousin, Josh Jackson, a restaurant owner, traces the boy to Winterstone Grange, a gated manor deep in the country. Miles from anywhere, the protected walls of this stately house conceal dark secrets. Josh’s search brings him into contact with Ed Brolin, a handsome journalist who has spent weeks investigating the secrets of the Grange and its owner. Ray Armstrong is a wealthy business man with influential connections in Parliament and the police. Ed knows exactly what goes on at the Grange but without evidence, he hasn’t got a story.

Drawn together by instant attraction and a powerful hunger for justice, Josh and Ed are determined to expose the sordid secrets of the grange despite the risks it poses. Josh has never met a man like Ed before—so strong, determined and masculine. Falling in love is easy. But they’ll have to put their emotions aside if they’re going to give a voice to all the silent victims of Winterstone Grange.

EXTRACT

Josh Jackson didn’t worry when his cousin failed to come home. It was Saturday night and Kevin was eighteen. Josh wasn’t about to impose a curfew on the kid. Neither was he going to babysit. Kevin was old enough to take care of himself.

Josh checked Kevin’s room when he came home from work at one o’clock. The spare bed hadn’t been made since Kevin had gotten out of it that morning and yesterday’s clothes were all over the floor—discarded jeans with his boxers still inside them, a scruffy T-shirt and a pair of dirty socks. The smell of the socks hit him from the doorway. Despite the reek of cheap deodorant and aftershave filling the room, the socks were pungent. Teenagers. Josh wasn’t about to tidy up after him so he left things as they were, including the damp towel draped over the foot of the bed. The kid was only staying a few nights. If he wanted to live in a mess like that, so be it, so long as he left the place as he’d found it when he moved on.

Josh shut the door and went to bed. He wished his cousin luck. If the boy wanted to get laid, he’d rather he did it somewhere else. It was bad enough that Josh’s lodger, Bobby, regarded the place as a Grindr pit stop, without his cousin treating it like a knocking shop, too.

Josh read for a while and half-listened for the sound of Kevin coming home, but eventually fell asleep.

He wasn’t overly concerned in the morning to find Kevin’s room just as he’d left it, though by now it smelled considerably worse. The fancy fragrances had worn off and all that remained was the fetid odor of teenage sweat and damp towel. So, he stayed out all night. Good on him. Josh had been a teenager once, a horny one at that, so he could totally relate. Kevin wouldn’t get the chance to fuck around much when he was at home. His mother had very rigid views on that. It wouldn’t have mattered whether Kevin had turned out straight or gay. His mother had raised a good boy and intended to keep him that way.

Kevin will be going back to her in a couple of days. He might as well have fun while the leash is off.

He was a good-looking lad. Josh knew he’d be popular in town. A little baby-faced for his age, but with the family features of blue eyes and blond hair, his fresh twinkie image would attract plenty of attention. He looked a lot like Josh had at that age. Josh had been a slim-looking twink until well into his twenties. It was only in the last few years he’d filled out with muscle and looked more like a man. The beard helped. How grateful he’d been when the ability to grow more than a few wisps of pale chin-fluff finally occurred. He kept it neat with a regular trim, but now that he had grown a beard, he couldn’t ever see himself being without one.

Josh called Kevin’s mobile while waiting for his morning coffee to brew. It rang a few times before going to voicemail. “Hi, it’s me,” he said. “Not checking up on you, I just want to know you’re okay. Give me a ring back, or a text when you get this message. Just to say you’re alive… Otherwise I’ll have to call your mother,” he added jokingly and hung up.

He had bigger concerns than a randy teenager. His restaurant, The Cellar Steps, was short on staff today and fully booked for both lunch and dinner. He’d asked all his remaining staff to come in early to help with the prep and service, which meant getting in even earlier himself. As the owner, it wasn’t necessary, since he employed a manager for the day-to-day running, but Josh believed in setting an example from the top down. That meant rolling up his sleeves when things got tight. He thought about putting a little cash Kevin’s way to help out, if he arrived home in decent time and wasn’t too hung over.

He heard the heavy thud of the newspapers landing in the hall. Perfect timing. A little news and some freshly brewed coffee. A relaxing start to an otherwise hectic day.

Josh sat at the kitchen table with multiple Sunday supplements spread all around him when Bobby stumbled out of his bedroom in just his boxers and a T-shirt, yawning and scratching his belly and balls at the same time. His semi-hard dick waggled in the front of his shorts. Bobby lurched into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, looking fractionally more awake, minus morning wood.

“Coffee?” Bobby asked. “Okay if I help myself?”

“You know where it is,” Josh said, drawing back from the stench of alcohol that came off him in stale waves. “Jesus, your blood must be one hundred proof.”

“I think I’m still drunk,” Bobby observed. “The hangover hasn’t kicked in yet.”

“I don’t envy you when it does.”

“One cup of this and I’m crawling back beneath the duvet.”

Josh looked at him uncertainly. An idea had just occurred to him. He hoped he was wrong. “I don’t suppose my cousin is under that duvet with you?”

Bobby chuckled, his dark eyes crinkling. “Wouldn’t that be something? He is kinda hot. But little blond cupcakes are not my thing. In Kevin’s case, I could make an exception. Maybe.”

“But did you?”

“Too close to home, bro. The kid’s a cutie but he ain’t worth the earache. I’d never hear the last of it.”

It was some relief. Josh didn’t have a problem with his young cousin fucking around—but with Bobby, no way. His lodger was a good friend but a total slut. Kevin would need a lot more experience under his belt before he was ready for that old hound. “I don’t suppose you do know where he is? He hasn’t been home.”

“He’s between somebody’s sheets, all right. I walked into town with him last night, had a drink and showed him where to go.”

“You left him on his own?”

“No, he left me. I guess I cramped his style. He headed off toward Gala Square with a group of studenty types. He didn’t know how fast to ditch me once he got to talking to people his own age.”

Josh loosened up again. He’d been right about Kevin. He knew what he was doing. A young man in a new city making friends fast. There was nothing to worry about.

BUY LINKS

Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/silent-voices

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XXH9T1N/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1491562233&sr=8-3&keywords=thom+collins

Amazon USA: https://www.amazon.com/Silent-Voices-Thom-Collins-ebook/dp/B06XXH9T1N/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1491562407&sr=8-3&keywords=thom+collins

KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/silent-voices-15

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/silent-voices-thom-collins/1126168330;jsessionid=5F7489723C6FD83BD2A1910F02E6693C.prodny_store02-atgap09?ean=9781786515605

Thom Collins Bio

Thom Collins is the author of the novel Closer by Morning, with Pride Publishing. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

His novella Silent Voices will be published by Pride in May, followed by the novel Anthem of the Sea, the first book in the Anthem Trilogy. He has recently finished writing the second book in a series and is making plans for the third.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age. Since taking his first cruise in 2013 he realized that sailing is the way to go.

Links:

Blog: www. thomcollinsauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter:   @thomwolf     and  @realthomcollins

Email: thomcollinsauthor@aol.com

 

 

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GUEST POST! The Undercover Pet by Samantha Cayto

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Threesome, How does that Work, Exactly?

One of the most frequently asked questions authors get is “where do you get your stories from?” Which is quickly followed up by “do you do the things you write about?” That second one is a question erotica writers particularly love getting. We wish we did all the things we write about. In my case, given that I’m a woman who writes about men having sex with other men, the answer is no. I’m simply not, shall we say, equipped to do so.

I honestly can’t tell you where my story ideas come from. They just of pop into my head. I think most authors would tell you that it’s not hard to come up with stories. What’s hard is keeping those stories inside you. That’s what got me writing finally, and I don’t think I’m unusual in that regard. I ended up focusing on MM erotica because those are the kind of stories that appeal to me. My college psych professor would probably say I’ve taken the theory of penis envy to the extreme. I would say I write about men banging other men because it’s hot.

So, if two men having sex is a great idea, why not three? From a writer’s perspective, the problem when you describe two guys having sex is that pronouns are tricky. Which “he” or which “him” is putting what where? Add in a third guy (or a fourth or more) and you’ve got quite the grammatical nightmare to sort out. But, it’s worth it in the end. The combinations are endless, and maybe it doesn’t matter if the reader loses track of body parts so long as everyone is having a good time!

I wanted to bring my Alien Slave Masters series to a conclusion, at least for now and in a way that ties up the storyline running through books. There’s something about the combination of a strong male interacting with a younger, more vulnerable male that I find particularly satisfying. My Travian characters were originally conceived as being supermen, totally alpha and hyper-masculine. But, at the same time, I realized that alpha males need more subordinate males because otherwise what’s the point of being an alpha? I’d done alien master/human pet various ways, then even turned it around to human master/alien pet. It seemed like the logical thing to do was to mix the concept up one more time to include alien master/human pet/alien pet.

In The Undercover Pet, I hope readers will find a satisfactory conclusion to the storyline and enjoy the dynamics of how a strong male deals with two submissive ones at the same time. And, how those submissive boys handle the natural rivalry of both trying to please the same master. I wanted the sexual chemistry among the three of them to be as hot as could be, creating various combinations of sexual play. It’s a fun math problem when it comes down to it – more things to play with means more fun all around. I’d like to think, too, that even as a story like that ends, the lovers involved will find a way to make their threesome a long lasting relationship.

Blurb for The Undercover Pet:

Ben Miller has volunteered for a near-suicide mission. He’s been offered as a pet to a vicious traitor in order to infiltrate the Travian rebellion. His goal is to learn the identities of all the traitors so that the Empire can end the murderous scheme for good. Terrified but determined, he yields his freedom and virginity to the coldly brutal, yet surprisingly appealing Dane.

Kath, banished from his family due to a stupid indiscretion, has been given a chance at redemption. While gathering intel on the rebellion, he is whisked away by Dane for his personal pleasure. The unexpected change gives him a chance to really make a difference, so long as he can survive Dane’s use of him and his own growing desire for his master.

Having spent most of his life bored on his mother’s estate, Dane has found a way to make his mark. Donning the mantle of a murderous traitor, he seeks a way to bring down the rebellion. Using the boys under his control is a necessary evil. The pleasure he finds in them is both disturbing and unexpected.

Ben, Kath, and Dane are hidden allies—if they can just learn to trust one another and use their growing affection for their common cause.

URL: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-undercover-pet

Author Bio:

Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.

She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and three dogs. Her children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to chore