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GUEST POST: Coming Out Twice by Sydney Presley

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Coming Out Twice is a mixture of a few things that have been sitting in my brain for a long time. Vampires—I kind of dig them quite a bit, no idea why. It’s not the blood, because that gives me the creeps, but just the whole living-throughout-the-night thing and being alive for a really long time. The idea of seeing several centuries firsthand and how the world has evolved over that many years must be fascinating to experience. And it brings a whole new level when a vampire says, “Back in my day, lad…”

The other thing is not crossdressing per se but being able to go onto the stage of life dressed in whatever you want and feeling comfortable doing so. I’ve always struggled with the way I look, and there are times when I see something in a shop and wish I had the guts to wear it. With Ruby in the story…there’s a bit of me in him, where I live through him in order to get on that stage and wear a lovely dress. There are quite a few echoes of me in Ruby, actually, but we won’t go there…

Of course, I had to have my baddies in the story, people I can thwart—ahem, I mean, people my characters can thwart—and know that the day was saved in the end. I do so like a happy ever after, don’t you? And being able to get the naughty folks caught and dealt with is immensely satisfying. Besides, who doesn’t like to see Beastly Bob or Repugnant Rita getting their just desserts? Plus, the sigh at the end when the characters have come out tops and go off into the sunset together—or in a vampire’s case, into the darkness, muhahaha—is one of the best things about writing romance.

I have a different story involving vampires coming out soon with Pride. That’s a novel, and it swept me away. I dealt with another issue close to my heart in that book, but that’s a separate article altogether. But the vampires…I like to give them a break, you know? They’re seen as bad sometimes, but I like to think everyone can redeem themselves if they really want to—and those who don’t or can’t, well, I just kill them off in my books, as you do. So, yeah, I like to create a good vampire, and along with them always comes my descriptions of the moon—for some reason they go hand in hand for me. Mist, fog, murky shadows, they all feature in my head alongside a vampire. And to have vampire-wolves like I have in Coming Out Twice was just Heaven for me, because I do love a shifter. They’re my main focus, my wolfies, and I love them.

Last but not least, we have love. I’m a massive supporter of people loving who they want. Life is too short not to fall for someone who knocks your socks off, and for those who feel they can’t do that, my heart breaks for them. So I create worlds where love always wins the day no matter what. Oh. Crafty. Did you see what I did there? I said No Matter What. Just happens to be another new story of mine coming out with Pride soon. The other one involving vampires is called No More Pocket Change. Dear me, would you look at that? I just did it again. I’ll just sidle off now for name dropping titles. Gosh, I’m so bad… Wink!

Have a great day! 🙂

Blurb:

Trapped in their closets, the only thing to do is come out twice.

Salford and Ruby, vampire-wolves, have been born into The Clan, into the Level where killing is expected. Hating their jobs eliminating humans who have discovered vampire-wolves exist, they long for better times, where bloodshed isn’t the order of the day. But that isn’t about to happen any time soon—not while Albert, one of The Clan’s twelve Leaders, oversees everything they do.

Ruby, a cross-dresser, has spent many of his previous centuries trapped in the closet. Lately, though, he’s been able to wear what he wants and can express his love for Salford in public. Knowing how freeing that has been, he wishes The Clan laws were different and that he and Salford didn’t have to kill, freeing them from that dreadful closet, too. But it would take a strong person to ask The Clan to consider a vote that would allow Ruby and Salford to be exempt from having to kill, and Ruby isn’t sure he’s the right man for the job.

With a London gang discovering vampire-wolves exist, and Salford having dreams that tell him what they must face next, Salford and Ruby must eliminate the men who are after them. But someone else is also a danger—someone closer to home. Someone who should have vampire-wolves’ best interests at heart, but doesn’t…

Link:

https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/coming-out-twice

About the author:

Sydney has always enjoyed writing. “There’s something about losing yourself in another world, where the real one ceases to exist and all your dreams and wishes can be placed on the page—dreams for a better planet where love isn’t questioned but accepted by all.”

When Sydney isn’t writing, there’s plenty of reading to be done. “I can’t imagine not reading every day. It would be weird not to have a book to hand because I’ve always had one nearby. Life without reading isn’t something I’d like to contemplate. The thought brings me out in hives.”

Sydney lives in a peaceful area where the hustle and bustle of the city doesn’t figure. “I left city life years ago. Too stressful for me. I prefer listening to the swish of leaves on the trees instead of tyres on tarmac. The twittering of birds instead of the chatter of people. Alone time to reflect and ponder is a must. A small portion of every day spent by myself is vital to my sanity and soul.”

 

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GUEST POST: Coming Back Home by Megan Linden

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You can never go back home, they say. I think about it from time to time—both in my personal life and while I’m writing. Is it really impossible to go back?

In literal sense it isn’t, of course. If you traveled one way, you can turn around and take the same way back. Connor, one of the main characters in Coming Back Home, left Harrington Hills and then came back. That’s the starting point of the story—his return.

But I would argue—and I’m pretty sure that’s what the author of the saying at the start of this post meant—that you can never go back home the same. We can never go back to the same “home” we remember, either. We change, and the people we left behind change, as well.

Most of us have experienced this at least once—I know I’ve had. I left home to study in another city, half the country away. And the changes weren’t easy to spot as they were happening, but after a year or so, I realized that they were there. They happened. I remember in my second or third year at the Uni, my grandfather said something about how he couldn’t wait for me to go back home after I got my diploma, and that’s when I realized that I wouldn’t be going back. Home had become something else for me at some point along the way. These days I still live in the city I’d come to study in, and my hometown is a place where I go to visit my family. I left, and I stayed away.

But some people do go back, more or less willingly, more or less according to their previous plans. Connor had never intended to come back to Harrington Hills. As a young boy, he couldn’t wait to leave, and once he’d left it behind, he’d thought it was for good.

Circumstances lead him back to his hometown, but he’s not the same person he once was. His life isn’t the same it once was. And Jack—the person Connor hadn’t let himself think about too much when he was away—had changed, too.

We can never go back home, but it’s on us to decide what that means. And that’s what Coming Back Home is about. Who are these young men now? What’s home to them? Can they find their way to each other—or, perhaps, find another path?

What I’ve come to realize is that, in a way, coming back home is at least partially building a home once again (that title was taken by the previous book in the series, though, heh). It’s building on the existing fundaments, but what we build after we’ve come back can vary from what it once was. Or it can be pretty similar to the original. There’s no wrong answer here.

Coming Back Home

Harrington Hills #3

Jack Harrington told everyone who asked that he got over Connor long time ago. And while he still hasn’t managed to convince himself, he moves on with his life. He doesn’t have a choice. Connor is gone for good.

Or is he?

Connor Warden didn’t plan to ever come back to Harrington Hills, but with an infant in tow, that is exactly what he does. His daughter needs a pack and he is going to give it to her.

When Jack and Connor’s lives literally collide again, will they be able to go back to what have been and find their connection once more? Or is the divide between them too deep to ever fully get over?

Buy links:

Pride Publishing | Amazon

Find the author:

www.meganlinden.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

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2hOjlUS

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

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/lmsomerton

Pinterest: https://uk.pinterest.com/lmsomerton/

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

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GUEST POST: Wild Rose, Silent Snow by Angel Martinez

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Communicating with Animals in Fiction

Angel Martinez

Humans have communicated with animals in one way or another since before the last Ice Age. Most often, the exchange of information comes with repetition and practice, verbal or physical signals given to result in a specific behavior. We tell our dogs to sit. We communicate direction and speed to horses with our knees and hands. Our cats learn that they should come for food by associating feeding with certain sounds.

Sometimes, though, communication with non-humans is far more complicated. Animal behaviorists have proven over the last century that several species are capable not only of mimicry where human speech is concerned but of language acquisition. That is to say, these species understand words and can use them in unique patterns to communicate thoughts, both concrete and abstract. When a car struck and killed the kitten who had been Koko the gorilla’s companion, Koko conveyed not only sorrow in sign language but also an understanding that the kitten had died. Alex, the African gray parrot, had a vocabulary of over a hundred words and used them in a sort of code to communicate with humans. Beluga whales have been documented learning how to use their vestibular sacs to mimic human speech in what appears to be a genuine and spontaneous attempt to communicate with us.

In fiction we often get to use different rules—talking animals in Oz and Narnia, telepathic ones on Pern and so on—but the easy route isn’t always one that fits the story. In Wild Rose, Silent Snow, one of the questions I had to ask myself was if a human intelligence were trapped in an animal body, one without the proper larynx to make human sounds or opposable thumbs to make human letters, how would that person communicate? Beyond the most basic types of communication such as nodding or shaking the head, pushing toward or away from an object, leading or refusing to follow, how would such a person communicate ideas that are more complex?

Alex the parrot actually provided inspiration on that front. Dr. Pepperdine, who had been working with Alex in her avian language project, had decided to teach Alex to spell short words by using letter blocks. I’m uncertain whether any African gray might eventually be taught this with enough work and patience or if Alex was simply a linguistic genius, but he did understand the letters represented certain sounds. He was a bit of a contrary soul, though, and refused to show visitors this skill once, demanding a nut instead, and eventually sounded out the word nut (N-U-T) to emphasize his displeasure rather than using the spelling blocks. (You can read about Alex and Dr. Pepperdine in Alex and Me, if you’re so inclined.)

Which is all a rather long-winded way to say that I ended up using plastic letters, the magnetic backed sort, as a means for a character without hands to communicate. While I don’t want to give too much away, it seems to have worked.

 

About Wild Rose, Silent Snow

A huge bear at the door, a handsome, naked stranger in the snow, magic fish, enchanted beards—and Rowan thought his life was odd before.

Content with the quiet isolation of their lake house, Snowden and Rowan Hadley survive on summer jobs and winter hunting, unable to move on since their parents died. Their peace is shattered by a strange, human-acclimated bear who insists on following Rowan like a giant hunting dog and again by the discovery of a naked, surly stranger in the snow.

Both bear and man lead the Hadley brothers into a strange, surreal world where sorcery and RPG software intertwine. Curses and magical traps lie in wait around every turn. Rowan and Snowden will need to adjust their view of how the world works, and quickly, if they want to live through rescuing their enchanted princes.

 

About Angel Martinez

The unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, Angel Martinez has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, (same husband for almost twenty-four years) gave birth to one amazing son, (now in college) and realized at some point that she could get paid for writing.

Published since 2006, Angel’s cynical heart cloaks a desperate romantic. You’ll find drama and humor given equal weight in her writing and don’t expect sad endings. Life is sad enough.

She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes.

 

Wild Rose, Silent Snow Excerpt:

After the storm, their little island wood had taken on fairyland qualities, the sun sparking off frost jewels on stone and turning the trees’ icicle banners to cold fire. Rowan loved the winter, despite the hardships it brought now. He took a moment at the back door to pull in a deep, biting breath. A pristine blanket overlay the mud and detritus of the back of the property. Only the lonely beanpoles sticking up from Snowden’s garden plot gave any signs of domestication.

Snow’s garden… He hoped they’d be able to scrape together some money in early spring for seeds and a few little plants. When their parents had been alive, the vegetable garden had been a glorious achievement. Every plant Snow touched seemed eager to grow and produce for him. Each year his garden expanded in yield and sheer beauty, rosemary, marigolds, and geraniums blooming alongside the vegetable and fruit plants as guardians against pests.

This year… Something has to change. We can’t keep living like this.

But what? And how? Rowan trudged toward the woods in his snowshoes, mindful of hummocks in the snow that indicated downed branches.

He’d teased Snow once that if they went into a job interview as one person, someone might actually hire them with Rowan to speak for them and Snowden to fill out the application. If only they could somehow merge into one person and be whole again.

Familiar trees marked his route. He took his time, checking and resetting each empty snare. Anything would be welcome, of course—a squirrel, a pheasant—but with so much of the wildlife hunkered down for the winter, all the snares were empty.

With a disappointed huff, he reset the last one, turned back toward the house, and froze, his heart slamming against his ribs. Not more than ten feet away, his coat dusted in snow, stood a brown bear the size of a compact car.

How the hell does something that big make no sound?

Rowan backed a careful, slow step. The bear watched him silently, his only movement a shift of weight from one front paw to the other and the dragon steam of his breath on the morning air. He tried to remember everything he had heard about bears. Did you stand still and hope it went away? Did you run like hell and hope it wasn’t interested?

Running seemed foolish with the bear watching him so intently. Another step back…another…then his snowshoe caught on a log to send him flailing backward. The air rushed from his lungs as his back hit hard pack. The impact jarred his grip on his rifle, the weapon skittering across the clearing.

A heavy weight settled on his chest. The bear gazed down at him, pinning him with one huge paw. He lay as still as his trembling allowed, gulping for air that felt suddenly too thick to breathe.

I’m going to die. Snow, I’m so sorry… Oh, God, I don’t want to die like this…

Images of his poor twin coming out into the snow to find him and discovering only the blood and gore of his remains haunted him. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to start.

And waited. And waited.

He cracked an eye open, hoping the pressure on his chest was just anxiety and the bear had wandered off. No such luck. Bear. Still very much looming over him, head cocked to one side. Damn if he doesn’t look…puzzled.

“Mr. Bear,” he ventured softly, knowing it was just a hair shy of idiotic, but too nervous to keep quiet any longer. “Think you could let me up, maybe?”

The huge head lowered. Rowan’s heart lurched hard as if it recognized its last beat. Please make it quick. Tear the jugular. Still, no pain followed the bear’s movements. Even with all of Rowan’s personal proximity alarms screaming, his body urging him to kick out, yell, do something, he lay still, mesmerized as the bear snuffled at his hair and face.

A grunt in his ear sent shivers down his back, but the bear finished his inspection by nuzzling at his jaw. The heavy paw lifted and the bear sat with an odd, mournful moan.

Rowan sat up slowly, easing back to gain a few feet between them. Jump up, grab the rifle and run? But the bear sat squarely in his path to his Remington, staring at him solemnly.

That regard somehow struck him as alien intelligence rather than ursine, something both sad and curious in that steady gaze, if one could assign emotions to a bear’s strange, white-less eyes. The bear sat back, human-wise, on his butt, back legs stuck out in front. Definitely ‘he’ from that angle. The pose seemed an assurance of non-aggression.

“I’m getting up now,” Rowan said in that same soft, reasonable tone, uncertain of his sanity as he tried to negotiate with an ursine intellect who couldn’t possibly understand what he said.

The bear grunted and gave a resigned huff, but he didn’t move.

“Don’t have anything for you. And humans taste pretty awful…”

A snort from the bear.

“So I’m just going to go back home now if that’s all right with you.” He backed a step, risked turning when the bear still didn’t move, and started slowly through the ice-laden trees toward the house.

When he glanced back, his breath caught. The bear was following. He stopped. The bear stopped. He took another step. The bear echoed him, step for step, always keeping a few feet behind him.

 

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GUEST POST: Dangerous Waves by LM Brown

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Mythology by LM Brown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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About LM Brown:

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

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

Dangerous Waves blurb:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excerpt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

“No, he won’t.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean, more than twenty?”

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

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

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

“You’re really a virgin?”

Kai smacked Dax with his tail again.

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

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

“So?”

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

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

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

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

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

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GUEST POST: 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: Angel Martinez

Where Does the Paranormal Start and the Urban Fantasy Begin?

I suppose we could subtitle this You Got Werewolves in My Urban Fantasy. Because of how booksellers shelve and publishers categorize books, there’s a lot of confusion regarding what’s paranormal and what’s urban fantasy. It’s not impossible to tell one from the other, but it can be a bit tricky and some authors insist on genre mashing just to make things interesting.

Paranormal refers to something outside normal human understanding. (Para meaning beside, so in this case a set of knowledge that runs alongside the normal.) These are, generally, things associated with humans that possibly could be explained by a body of knowledge we don’t yet understand. Or we once believed so – studying psychic and supernatural phenomena was once regarded as a science. Some people still treat it as such. Ghosts, demons, humans with extra abilities such as telekinesis or humans who have been enhanced through contact with paranormal beings such as vampires or werewolves.

Paranormal stories take place in our world, the setting recognizable as our world with events and beings operating outside the normal range of human experience or understanding.

Urban Fantasy, on the other hand, takes place in an Earth setting that is subtly changed. Originally, urban fantasy denoted a modern urban setting, often with grittier results than high fantasy. But the term has expanded so that it can include any real world urban setting in any time period and modern settings that are not necessarily urban. The key to urban fantasy is that it’s not quite the world as we know it. Magic is real and has laws of operation just as physics or chemistry. Creatures from legend and folklore may well walk the streets. Human society is somehow changed, in large part of small, by this setting.

Some substantial subset of humans in urban fantasy, or in some cases all humans, are aware of the magic and the magical creatures. They are part of society for good or ill and humans need to deal with them.

So are werewolves and vampires always paranormal? Not necessarily. Man walking the moors alone at night is attacked by a feral creature but survives and finds to his horror that he changes every full moon. Paranormal. You have a paranormal creature operating outside the normal byways of human society and a person who is changed by coming in contact with said creature. However, werewolf tribe living and working in Atlanta as an integral part of the community and requires magic to change? That’s urban fantasy.

Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters comes very close to straddling that line, but still falls within the Paranormal spectrum. The Offbeat Crimes stories take place in our world, in modern Philadelphia, with no overall system of magic in place. We have a small subset of the population, in the case police officers who are enhanced humans, who are aware of paranormal happenings and try to shield the general population from these happenings.

Never mind that their special powers are all jacked up. They do the best they can.

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Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters

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Kyle Monroe, his irritating new partner and their fellow freaks at the 77th Precinct must learn to work together to stop a vicious murderer that might not even be human.

Kyle Monroe’s encounter with a strange, gelatinous creature in an alley leaves him scarred and forever changed, revealing odd abilities he wishes he didn’t have and earning him reassignment to a precinct where all the cops have defective paranormal abilities.

Just as he’s starting to adjust to his fellow misfit squad mates, Kyle’s new partner arrives. Tall, physically perfect, reserved and claiming he has no broken psychic talents, Vikash Soren irritates Kyle in every way. But as much as he’d like to hate Vikash, Kyle finds himself oddly drawn to him, their non-abilities meshing in unexpected ways. If they can learn to work together, they might be able to stop the mysterious killer who has been leaving mutilated bodies along the banks of the Schuylkill.

About Angel Martinez

Angel MartinezThe unlikely black sheep of an ivory tower intellectual family, Angel Martinez has managed to make her way through life reasonably unscathed. Despite a wildly misspent youth, she snagged a degree in English Lit, married once and did it right the first time, (same husband for almost twenty-four years) gave birth to one amazing son, (now in college) and realized at some point that she could get paid for writing.

Published since 2006, Angel’s cynical heart cloaks a desperate romantic. You’ll find drama and humor given equal weight in her writing and don’t expect sad endings. Life is sad enough.

She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem and writes Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes.

Website: http://angelmartinezauthor.weebly.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/amartinez2

Twitter: @AngelMartinezrr

 

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GUEST POST: Returning Home by Alexa Milne

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Scotland – my Home from Home

To me, Scotland is the most beautiful place I’ve ever visited. I’ve stayed virtually everywhere, except the far north west coast. I’ve driven the road to Applecross, up and down the Pass of the Cattle with its hairpin bends. I’ve taken a ferry from Uig at the top of Skye to Lochmaddy and back. I’ve driven around the Isle of Arran. I’ve stayed in Kyle of Lochalsh, Kirkcubright, Port Logan, Troon, Onich, Inverinate, Crail, Inverness, Brora, Portessie, Cullen, Whitehills, Gullane and a tiny place called Nostie along the coast from Eileann Donan castle. I love the mountains, the lochs, the coastline, and the people. Scotland is my heaven on earth, where I feel at peace so when I planned to write a series of books, I wanted to set them somewhere I love. Finally, I settled on the Moray coast. I have stayed there, in various villages, many times. Sometimes it has rained, sometimes the weather has been glorious, but regardless, it is always beautiful.

The Call of Home series is set around the town of Buckie, a fishing town that isn’t very glamorous, but the scenery is spectacular. The nearby beaches at Banff and Cullen are great places to watch the sun go down. Nearby, seals haul themselves up onto rocks to sun themselves which I describe in the stories. I’ve seen dolphins once, just like Brice mentions in Returning Home. Like him, I’ve never yet managed to see a whale. Their experiences of the area are mine. I’ve sat at Banff links watching the dogs romp along the sand. I’ve visited Duff House. I haven’t ridden along the beach, on a horse but I’ve seen others take to the expansive sands at Burghead. I’ve sat, like Seth, at the beach in Hopeman.

When you write a story, you sometimes base them in places you haven’t visited, but I wanted to feel close to these stories, and to have seen what my characters see, have felt the breeze and the rain on my face, just like them. This is why I chose to base them in Scotland, to hopefully give them a reality it isn’t always possible to manage, even with a lot of research. I hope I’ve given some impression of the area for people who have never been there. If you get the chance, just go. I promise you will love it. I can’t keep away, and even now my current WIP is set in the Highlands near the famous village of Glencoe. The setting can make a story and give it an extra dimension. Placing the Call of Home series in Scotland does this for me. I hope it does the same for you.

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Blurb

You can never escape from yourself.

When Darach McNaughton returns to his home town, the one thing he isn’t looking for is love. But when he meets the mysterious Brice Drummond, his investigative instinct isn’t the only thing aroused.

After a gang beats Brice Drummond, leaves him for dead, and needing to use a wheelchair, he ends up in a witness protection program. His only company is a beautiful cat aptly named Princess. He creates stunning pieces of art, but allows no one into his life—until a handsome policeman appears out of nowhere.

On a snowy night, Darach McNaughton returns a crying cat to its owner and is immediately curious about the beautiful man with the tattoos. Bit by bit, Darach uncovers the shocking truth about Brice’s history. Can he get past what he discovers? Can Brice let someone into his life? Or will the past catch up with them both and tear their fledgling love apart?

Reader advisory: Dubious consent. Recollections of physical abuse, emotional/mental abuse, torture and drug abuse. Profanity.

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Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Returning-Home-Call-Book-ebook/dp/B01H3MG25E

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Returning-Home-Call-Book-ebook/dp/B01H3MG25E

Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/returning-home

About the Author

Originally from South Wales, Alexa has lived for over thirty years in the North West of England. Now retired, after a long career in teaching, she devotes her time to her obsessions.

Alexa began writing when her favourite character was killed in her favourite show. After producing a lot of fanfiction she ventured into original writing.

She is currently owned by a mad cat and spends her time writing about the men in her head, watching her favourite television programmes and usually crying over her favourite football team.

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BLOG TOUR, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY! Choosing Home by Alexa Milne

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Title: Choosing Home
Author: Alexa Milne
Series: The Call of Home #1
Release Day: July 12th 2016
Genre: MM Contemporary Romance

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You can never escape from yourself.

Zac McKenzie is an ex-professional footballer with a secret he gave up his career to protect. Several years ago, he fled to his home in the North East of Scotland to avoid being outed as gay. Now, he owns a successful hotel and restaurant, but is it time to finally come out into the open?

Seth Pritchard feels he is damaged goods. He comes to Scotland to escape memories of the accident that left him injured, his bullying step-brothers and a life of lies.

For their whole lives, Zac and Seth have denied who they truly are to themselves as well as to others. When they meet, each man is forced to confront his fears and tear them down one by one.

Reader advisory: Dubious consent. Recollections of physical abuse, emotional/mental abuse, torture and drug abuse. Profanity.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30212537-choosing-home?ac=1&from_search=true

Buy Links: Pride Publishing | Amazon

 

EXCERPT

So what did you do before coming here, then?” Seth drank the excellent coffee and stretched his knee again to stop it from stiffening.

“I played professional football.”

“Oh, should I know you? I’ve always been more of a rugby fan, I’m afraid.” He scrutinized his landlord’s face. His stepbrothers would have had football on the TV twenty-four-seven, so he’d been exposed to lots of games over the years.

“I retired six years ago with a back injury, but I was captain of Scotland and Glasgow Rovers. I guess I was well known at the time.”

Realization hit Seth between the eyes. “Hang on a minute—Magic McKenzie, that’s you, isn’t it? Didn’t you score the winning goal for Trentino when they beat Manchester United in the Champions’ League?”

Zac’s cheeks flushed red and he grinned. “Yeah, that was me—stupid nickname.” Seth noticed the way the skin around Zac’s eyes crinkled when he smiled and, oh my, his smile lit up a room.

Zac rose from the sofa and picked up the plates. “I’d better be on my way before Mina sends out a search party. No doubt she has a few jobs for me to do before tonight’s service. We’re nearly full, but can fit you in if you want to eat with us, or I’ll get someone to bring something over for you until you get organized.”

“Is Mina your wife?” Fuck. Idiot, where did that question come from?

There was the smile again. “Mina, good God, no. She’d eat me alive and spit me out. No, her husband plays in goal for Inverness Cally Thistle. We met when we both played in Italy. No, me… I’m not the marrying kind, not anymore.”

Seth watched Zac close the door then leaned back in his chair. So much for coming to the back of beyond to escape his problems. It looked like he might simply have found a whole lot more.

Giveaway: WIN a SIGNED copy of CHOOSING HOME
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About the Author

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Originally from South Wales, Alexa has lived for over thirty years in the North West of England. Now retired, after a long career in teaching, she devotes her time to her obsessions.
Alexa began writing when her favourite character was killed in her favourite show. After producing a lot of fanfiction she ventured into original writing.
She is currently owned by a mad cat and spends her time writing about the men in her head, watching her favourite television programmes and usually crying over her favourite football team.

 

Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

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GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY: Koi by Remmy Duchene

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Hello everyone! I am Remmy Duchene. I’m super excited to be here today and to talk about the third and final book in my SHIVER series, entitled KOI!

The story of the SHIVERS came about because I listen to a lot of music. There is a song titled SHIVER by a Canadian pop singer name Shawn Desman. This song is one of the most beautiful lyrically and visually. I’ve watched the video over and over again and still find it enchanting and romantic. I’m not sure how a long song turned into beings that are half Zeus and Half Goddess of the Storm Winds (That one I created specifically for these stories) but at the end of the day, my new species, CIRO and OSAKI and KOI were born! Well, Osaki is a whole other story but you get my drift.

I carried my love of Mythology (in this case, Greek) and my love of men with super-powers throughout the stories. Koi is the final tale – though I am tempted to write another. He is the third born son, kind but fed up with all the evil lurking in the shadows. Though Ciro is the eldest, Koi now believes he must protect the earth, keep Ciro and Osaki out of the war because they are now in love. He feels alone and though that is not the case, Koi carries a heavy burden.

My love of mythology started in Jamaica when I started high school and they told me I had to read a book titled Men and Gods. Of course I jumped at it because I LOVE reading. The book had story about Perseus and Oedipus Rex and Andromeda, and Zeus and all the gods of Olympus and I was hooked.

There was something about the Gods, their turbulent histories and relationships that spoke to me. There was always a fight, a war, misguided love—something that sparked my interest and made me want to dig through old, dusty books and numerous website to find the different take on the story. Family drama always makes for an interesting read, or TV isn’t that what they say?

The truth is in the television shows we watch really—Like Scandal (the Gladiators is a sort of family and they fight all the damn time!), Second Chance (Father and son-bad relationship, so bad that the father had to come back from the dead to fix things), Maury, how many times have you watched that show and see a headline like “Did my sister sleep with my husband and is her kid his?” Yet it’s on television—it has been for years! –Family drama all over the place.

And Koi’s family is drama to the third degree.

These three stories, CIRO, OSAKI and KOI are infused with my adoration for Greek Myth, my love of Interracial couples (including a Blasian *giggles) and the joy I feel when I write. I really do hope you all enjoy KOI as much as you did CIRO and OSAKI. While I will miss writing them, they will always be a part of me, a part of what makes my writing what it is.

Please leave a comment below and you could win an ebook copy of CIRO.

Love and Chocolate,

Remmy D

Blurb

When a Shiver’s fed up, no one’s safe.

Koi Pyktis is the last of the Shivers and, lately, he’s been feeling as if the whole world is in love, leaving him the odd Shiver out. Though he has his eyes on Kofi’s friend, Christophe Sidler, he knows he must keep his hands off him. His father’s enemies are out there and they seem hell-bent on starting a war between the Shivers and anyone else they want.

Christophe Sidler has loved Koi Pyktis since the moment he laid eyes on the studly Greek. But he’s fresh from mourning his mother, getting his feet wet in the business world and trying desperately not to put his foot in his mouth around Koi.

However, what will Christophe feel and say when he finds out what Koi really is, and where will Christophe stand in the battle ahead?

Word count: 50,975

Buy Link

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

Giveaway

Leave a comment on this blog post and a random winner will be chosen to receive an eBook copy of CIRO.

The winner will be drawn on Sunday 24th April. Good luck!

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