Friday, September 30, 2016

To hell with the consequences #MMromance from @CW1985 Lucy Felthouse


Out Now! Illicit Relations – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Illicit Relations, a M/M erotic romance by Lucy Felthouse, with coming out and almost-taboo themes, has been re-released with a stunning new cover and a lower price! Please note, however, if you’ve read it before, that the content hasn’t changed.
*****
Blurb:
Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t contemplate them being together.

But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.
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*****
Excerpt:
Terry deliberately averted his gaze as Justin tugged off his T-shirt and dove into the pool. The last thing he needed was to see him topless. His libido was already in overdrive and he was having trouble not jumping Justin’s bones. In fact, the only thing that held him back was the fact that Justin was his second cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly closely, so it wasn’t as if he were lusting after someone he considered to be a brother, but still. They were related and it was weird. Or it would be weird if anything happened between them, which it wouldn’t, of course. It would be wrong and they both knew it.

Terry assumed that was the reason Justin was avoiding him, anyway. They got on well and there was an obvious spark between them, but nothing inappropriate had ever taken place. For the most part, they acted as cousins should. Every now and again, though, he’d catch Justin looking at him. Equally, Terry would drink his fill of his cousin when no one else was looking. Apparently it was getting increasingly difficult for Justin, too.

Right now, at the annual summer get together at Terry’s grandparents’ massive house in rural Warwickshire, the tension between them had never been higher.

What made the whole thing ten times worse was that neither of them had come out. So ending up together would be a double whammy for their families. He could see it now. Hey, everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re together. Now as you were.

He didn’t know whether the reaction would be favorable or not.

He also knew that part of his frustration about the situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any point in coming out. His feelings for Justin ran deeper than he cared to admit, and for that reason he hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone—ever. Not a homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d had girlfriends back in the days when he hadn’t realized what his urges meant, but since then he’d been by himself and remained a virgin. He was surprised, actually, that no one in his family had asked whether he was gay. He could only assume that because he was so private generally, they thought he would only introduce them to someone when he felt it was absolutely right. That was his plan, in fact. To come out and introduce his partner at the same time. But until he got over this damn infatuation with Justin, he was never going to be any farther forward.

His thoughts ran on for several minutes until he was interrupted—and startled—by droplets of cold water falling onto his bare shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there, shaking his blond head and sending the droplets flying around. Apparently he wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.

It was hot and he was wearing casual clothes, so Terry wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but for some reason, he snapped at Justin. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that here?”

Immediately Justin stopped and stared at him. They’d never had a cross word between them, not even when they were children. “Sorry, mate. I was just messing around. I didn’t think it would piss you off.”

His blue eyes were wide and Terry felt his irritation dissipating rapidly. He continued to rake his gaze down Justin’s half-naked form. His broad shoulders and wide chest, which was sprinkled with a handful of pale hairs. His toned stomach, the six-pack nicely defined but not too body-builderish. His arms were thickly muscled but suited his athletic frame. Deep-blue swimming trunks hid the area he most wanted to see but he relied on the glimpses he’d had over the years and his overripe imagination.

Thick thighs and calves and, unbelievably, nice feet—he didn’t generally like feet—finished off the package of perfection and Terry was suddenly extremely glad he had a book in his lap, because his cock was beginning to swell and press against the inside of his swimming shorts. He realized that a dip in the pool would be a pretty good antidote—the chilly water should take the heat from his cock. And if not, at least no one would be able to see the bulge unless they swam underwater.

It was stupid, really, trying to hide his erection from Justin. They both knew there was something between them, and he wanted to bury his hard cock inside Justin’s mouth or arse, not hide it beneath a fucking book.

He began to wonder whether they should just get together, and to hell with the consequences. It wasn’t illegal.

Justin sat down on the sun bed next to Terry and flashed him a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I haven’t got your book wet, have I?” He reached out to grab the book, presumably to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand down quickly, catching Justin’s fingers beneath his in the process, not to mention giving his cock a bit of a smack.

“No,” he ground out, wondering how he’d managed to get even a single word to fall from his lips. As soon as their fingers had touched he’d felt a spark that had run straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his entire body. His ebbing erection had immediately jumped back to attention, lifting the book slightly. He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed but he had no such luck.

The blond’s gaze dropped to their still-touching fingers and, presumably, to the book and the thing beneath it that had caused the movement. He stared for a few seconds that felt like hours, then looked back up at Terry’s face. He opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time ever, it seemed Justin was speechless.

A huge splash and a series of laughs from the pool broke the spell between them. Justin snatched his hand back and raked it through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth again, but for the second time nothing came out. He let out a heavy sigh and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to have trouble putting one foot in front of the other, as though he were drunk or had just woken from a very deep sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew the real reason for Justin’s behavior.

Finally Justin got his limbs to cooperate, and he made his way across to the table that held food and drinks, sheltered from the bright sunlight by a large, green gazebo.

Terry watched him go, a tumult of emotions running through his brain. Disappointment, confusion, anger, lust…they all assaulted him, though admittedly the last was screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not helped by Justin’s damp and topless state.

Now a feeling of despair took hold of him. What the fuck was he going to do?
*****
About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9




Thursday, September 29, 2016

MM delicious #coverreveal for October release from @EncompassInk #MMromance #gayromance


A Forever Kind of Thing
Businessman Will has hoped to meet musician Josh for so long, he’s astonished and elated when Josh finally notices and pursues him at one of the band’s gigs.
After a heady night of love, Josh is devastated when Will turns out to be a millionaire. He’s not a hustler. He couldn’t take and he couldn’t compete. He retreats into his music.
Will is sure they could have something special and tries to prove his love for Josh in the only way he knows how. Trouble is—it’s the wrong way.
Josh is shocked to discover he can’t forget Will.
They want each other. Their chemistry is scorching.
But Josh is running in the opposite direction as Will longs to love him.
Can love triumph?
MM erotic romance with a twist of fun. 
October 7 release from Encompass Ink

This man had the air of a predator. He was wolf-like. #MMromance @EncompassInk #teaserThursday


Love Unmasked 
At the Candy Apple

Scott twisted around. He faced one of the most attractive guys he’d seen for a long time, if he didn’t count Tom. He took in the chiseled jaw and perfect lips of the dark haired and sultry eyed man standing close. Scott compared the man’s looks to Tom’s as he answered. “Not really new. I’m an infrequent visitor.” Scott preferred Tom’s blue eyes. He liked the way Tom had a dimple in one cheek when he smiled. Tom was sweeter. This man had the air of a predator. He was wolf-like. The thought made Scott smile and the man must have thought the smile was for him.
“You don’t come here often? Maybe I can remedy that. You have a perfect ass, made for fucking.”
A spike of shock went through Scott’s stomach, but his cock stirred at the words. He pushed away the sexual feeling. I don’t want this guy. I want Tom.
The man held out his hand. “Pleased to meet you. I don’t do names, but I do like sucking cocks now and again. Bet yours is sweet. You’re so pretty bet you taste like honey.”
Scott stared at the guy in awe. He’d been approached before of course in gay bars, but there was something insincere about this man. Scott didn’t even want to shake hands with this man and ignored the outstretched hand. He suddenly felt disgust, but then his sense of humor kicked in. “Have I got a sign pinned to my back saying ‘gay guy’?”
The man’s eyes grew darker.
The server had placed the spring water on the bar for Scott.
The man waved at it. “Let me get you a real drink.”
“I’m driving, thanks.”

The nameless man grinned at Scott. “I know you’re gay. I’ve seen you with the hot barman, talking, but obviously in love. Come to a room with me and I’ll teach you what love is.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink 


Wednesday, September 28, 2016

The reappearance of Ash MacBryde’s old lover has sent Oak flying back to Vermont #western #MMromance @Nya_Rawlins

StrappingAsh

For gentle Oak, his husband Ash is “the man he loved but wasn’t sure he always liked.”
The reappearance of Ash MacBryde’s old lover has sent Oak flying back to Vermont and into the employ of a man determined to win a chance to race at World’s in Dubai.
To Oak’s delight and dismay, the man who brought him out of the bolted closet is there too, working for the same man with the same end. They will be partners on horseback ... and if Ben Kincaid has his way, in other ways as well.
Someone holds a grudge against Oak’s new employer; and as the race approaches, the dirty tricks escalate until no one is safe.
Oak and Ben are in danger, and when Ash shows up to bring his man back home, there’s more at stake than just a shot at a million-dollar purse.
Maybe there’s just one sure way for the reclusive Oak to face his domineering, possessive man. It’s called STRAPPING ASH.
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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Strapping Ash SERIES (& Book #) – Book 3, Crow Creek Series AUTHOR – Nya Rawlyns GENRE – Gay Fiction, Contemporary Western Romance PUBLICATION DATE – 110/14/2013 PUBLISHER – Jade Horse Publishing COVER ARTIST – Sessha Batto

EXCERPT 

After Ash MacBryde’s seeming betrayal, Oak Richards bolts for home, looking for a safe haven to work away the hurt. The last thing he plans on is MacBryde showing up like a bad penny. Their first meeting after weeks apart is… awkward. 
Opening the stall door, Ash pointed to the leather pad and asked, “What were you doing?” 
Oak squeezed past, trying not to touch any part of the man. He took his time arranging the grooming tools, putting off having to face Ash MacBryde, his throat nearly closing with anxiety and terror. All his plans, everything he wanted to say flew out the barn door, leaving him as tongue-tied and unsure as ever. 
Finally finding the courage to stand and face the man he once thought of as his life partner, he nearly panicked as Ash closed the distance between them. 
Stepping back, he held out a hand to warn Ash off. Embarrassed at his own cowardice, he tried to deflect his confusion by explaining, “That’s called strapping.” He waved in the general direction of the piece of leather in the bucket, then quickly crossed his arms over his chest to stop himself from touching Ash.
Ash looked from him to the horse. “Strapping.” 
“Yeah. The impact, when you smack it down like that? It feels good.” He felt the heat rush up his neck to the tips of his ears. Jesus, I didn’t just say that. 
Ash shuffled his feet and ducked his head as he fumbled in a pocket. 
Oak asked, “What’s this?” as the tall man handed him a postcard and a metal object. 
Brushing his hands through his hair, Ash mumbled, “That’s where I’m staying.” 
Oak stared at the key and said, “Oh.” 
“I was, uh, I was wondering…” Ash paused and swallowed hard, the motion making his prominent Adam’s apple vibrate with the effort. “I thought maybe we could have dinner…” 
“Yeah, sure. Tonight?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Um, what time?” 
“Eight okay?” 
“Sure.” 
Neither made eye contact as Ash turned to leave. His breath wispy, Oak barely managed to say, “It’s nice to—” 
“What?” 
“Uh, nothing. See you at eight.” 
Oak watched the man turn right and head down the driveway, his heart pounding treble time. He fingered the key, a slow smile spreading across his face.

AUTHOR BIO

Author Photo - Nya RawlnsNya Rawlyns is a writer, editor and hopeless optimist. She’s lived on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, ridden more than 1000 miles in trail competitions on horseback and been owned by two Newfoundlands. She’s currently staff for a herd of cats and a herd of horses.
She writes edgy romance, where emotion is a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath--a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises you make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

MM #romance delicious has #author @AndrewKJericho visiting with boxset from @sirenbookstrand #gayromance

Andrew Jericho: Special Collection (MM, MMM)

Box Set 42

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 107,018

In Ripped, five years after the death of his wife and child in an automobile accident, Roman Carter, owner of Ripped specialty gym, begins a new chapter in his life. Roman admits becoming romantically involved with Kyle, gym physical therapist and trainer, was one of the best things he could have done, but when tragedy threatens to rip their marriage apart, can the couple evolve their wounded souls to find peace?
In Inferno, Lucas Wentworth has accepted loneliness as a way of life until he meets Dylan Raines. When Lucas's twin Mark realizes his sibling has a taste for male affection, he kidnaps Dylan. Once Lucas locates Dylan, he discovers his partner has now developed a relationship with Whisman Cash. As Lucas fights his own attraction to Whisman, he formulates a plan to rescue both men. While he never expected two relationships, Lucas ultimately wants the trio to become one.
In Ice Cream and Kisses, Lance Carrington is arrogant and full of pride on the exterior. After a betrayal, Lance seeks solace in friend and fellow businessman DeMarco Alexander. What Lance really desires appears to be everything  DeMarco offers. When Lance finds his personality softening under DeMarco’s attention, can he trust the secret emotions long buried in his heart?
In Something Beautiful, transgender man Reed Collins and his partner, Levon Kruger, an openly gay drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, are on their honeymoon. Then Avery Gaines walks into their lives in what he calls, “a chance meeting.” The couple is immediately attracted to the tall, dark-haired stranger. Reed is the first to admit his love for Avery, but Levon holds his emotions in check. The romantic triangle goes through a period of conflict and turmoil, until Levon finally reveals a promise  he made to Reed, and how loving Avery would call into question the very foundation of the marriage he shares with his partner.
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ICE CREAM AND KISSES

“It’s good to see you, Lance.”
“DeMarco,” Lance quickly replied, shaking the man’s hand, trying to ignore the electricity that was coursing through his body. The same intense attraction that he felt six months ago in the restroom did not appear to have diminished.
The mantras of a quick roll in the sack and revenge were quickly fading. When Insolent Prick had stopped being intimate, he had also stopped communicating. Not only could a lack of human touch make a man crazy, but also a lack of intimacy and sharing. Lance had abruptly left the hotel restroom that evening, but not before giving DeMarco his business card.
“Call me…”
Three times a week for the past six months, Lance may not have had a man’s touch, but he had a man who faithfully called him. Since loneliness was not a word that Lance used, their conversations for the first couple of months revolved around business. Lance also told himself more than once that he wasn’t a cheater, despite the emotional affair that he now shared with DeMarco.
Business had gradually turned personal as Lance opened up one afternoon three months into their conversations. He had shared the painful details of his relationship with Insolent Prick, seeking comfort in the voice who quietly listened, offering him random words of comfort. From there the pair had become extremely close, sharing intimate details of their lives.
As he released DeMarco’s hand he noticed that the man standing in front of him had not changed. Hot and delicious. It was as if the six months had not passed at all. Lance casually removed his Ray-Bans. He must be at least six foot three.
“You look like you could use some iced tea. I’ve got some cold in the back. Sure is hot outside. Weatherman says this is one of the hottest summers on record. I like mine in a frosted mug. If you don’t want that, there’s pop on tap behind the bar or some bottled water.”
“The iced tea is fine,” Lance replied. Pretty hot inside, too.
While DeMarco disappeared behind two swinging doors, Lance let out a short sigh. Get yourself under control. You’re here on business. End the small talk. At least that was what his mind was telling him. For a split second he let himself entertain those words not in his vocabulary, loneliness and cheater. It was a last-ditch effort to try and stifle thoughts of himself relinquishing complete control and submitting to anything that DeMarco offered.
By the time DeMarco had set two frosty mugs of tea in a shiny red leather booth, Lance had his laptop and business proposal set up on the table. Business talk would be safe. Lance watched as DeMarco pulled his copy of the proposal from a black notebook. It had been mailed from Little Rock a week ago.
“Why are you really here, Lance?” DeMarco asked abruptly, leaning back against the seat. “According to what I read, Carrington Consultants would not be here until next week or so.”
Knowing full well what he had asked, Lance reached inside his briefcase, fumbling to retrieve more papers as if that would break the sexual tension between them. Even now, six months later, he was slowly melting, and it wasn’t from the summer heat.

Read an 18+ excerpt from INFERNO
“Should we put Daddy to bed, Whisman?” Dylan asked, glancing at Whisman.
“That would be my guess,” Whisman replied, seductively putting the end of his thumb in his mouth.
Once they were in bed, Lucas immediately took the lead. He began by first gently pushing Dylan, then Whisman, against the sheets. While both partners lay on their backs, Lucas sat between them and simultaneously used both his hands to penetrate their asses with well-lubed fingers.
“Do you both feel good?” Lucas asked.
Keeping his fingers in Dylan, Lucas rolled his partner, spooning him next to his body. As his fingers continued their gentle probe, Lucas pulled Whisman close. “Give him oral.”
As Whisman obeyed, Lucas lifted Dylan’s leg just enough to insert his dick into his husband’s ass.
“Got you good and slick with lube, baby,” Lucas said. “I’d almost forgotten how tight you were.” He continued rhythmically grinding his hips against Dylan
.
“We’re going to give you a good come. Whisman’s got your dick, which looks rock hard, buried in his mouth. I’m about to bury my cock deeper in your ass.”
Lucas heard Dylan moan and writhe against him.
“While I find your prostate,” Lucas whispered in Dylan’s ear, rubbing his hands down the length of his partner’s body.
Both Dylan and Lucas reached their hands, guiding Whisman’s head.
“Slow down a bit, Whisman,” Lucas instructed. “That’s it. Nice, firm, even strokes. Show him how much you love him.”
“We both love you, Dylan. Very, very, much,” Lucas said, matching his strokes inside Dylan’s ass to his words.
“Lucas!” Dylan moaned.
“What, baby?”
Whisman swirled the head of Dylan’s cock with his tongue before his lips found its base.
“Am I making you feel good, Dylan?” Lucas asked. “I’ve never stopped thinking about that afternoon in the hot tub.” He spoke barely above a whisper into Dylan’s ear. “You love fucking me. Loving me. These words are meant for you. So tight…I could come against your prostate right now.”
“I love you, Lucas.”
“I know you do. I love you, too, baby.”
“Lucas…Shit! It feels good!”
“Supposed to. Good and intense. One or two more thrusts and I’m going to be close to coming, and so had you, or I’m going to just take it out! Do you want me to take my rock-hard cock out of your ass?”
Dylan shook his head no as his body began to convulse. As Lucas heard Whisman moan, he was sure Dylan had just come.
“Damn, Dylan! Fuck!” Lucas said as he pulled Dylan tight against him, flooding his husband’s ass with cum.
Lucas felt Dylan freeing himself, watching as his partner firmly reached for Whisman. Within a matter of minutes, Lucas saw Dylan lube and insert himself into Whisman’s ass. Whisman was face down on the bed, cries of pleasure muffled into a pillow. For a few minutes, Lucas watched as his partner’s made love. Finally unable to contain his heart and his desire to consummate the love he shared with both men, Lucas rolled both Dylan and Whisman toward him. Spooned tightly together, Lucas pushed his dick back inside Dylan.
A perfect love fucking trio, Lucas thought as he matched his repeated entry into Dylan with his partner’s thrusts into Whisman.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck me, Dylan!” Whisman cried.
Knowing that Whisman was the only one right now that still needed to come, Lucas backed away. Dylan needed this with Whisman. He didn’t know just how erotic watching Dylan make love to another human being would be until he saw his partner roll Whisman onto his back.
“I love you, Whisman,” Lucas heard Dylan speak, watching as his partner’s lovemaking turned tender. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me, too,” Whisman said.
So damn hot and erotic, Lucas thought, fighting an overwhelming urge to join them as he watched Dylan slide a hand under Whisman’s hip, pulling his partner close.
“Come here, Lucas,” Dylan spoke over his shoulder almost as if he had read his mind. “Help me make our partner come.”
Copyright Andrew Jericho, Siren Publishing
About Andrew,
Andrew Kyle Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing, LGBTQ rights activist, humanitarian, and freelance journalist/photographer.  His books explore gay men in real situations of life and love.  Andrew blends romance, passion, and eroticism into all of his characters. 
He is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family.  He enjoys photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries.  All of Andrew’s work can be found at: http://andrewjericho.com/

Monday, September 26, 2016

On the #MMromance Delicious blog @CharityParkerso has a #giveaway Kindle Fire to celebrate the release of 'Clip'



Title: Clip
Author: Charity Parkerson
Buy link: http://mybook.to/Clip 
Blurb: 
Luka was nothing more than a job to Brady… until he wasn’t.
When the owner of the Phoenix Ice Rays starts receiving death threats, the first thing he does is hire Brady to protect his son, Luka. It’s a move that leaves Luka less than thrilled. Ever since moving out on his own six years earlier, he’s come to embrace the silence of his workaholic ways. He doesn’t relish being underneath anyone’s watchful eye, and what eyes they are. Brady’s gorgeous copper-colored gaze follows Luka’s every move, scorching his skin, and making him long for things he shouldn’t. At least, not with an employee.
Brady has spent the past ten years guarding the spoiled and famous. From the first time he meets Luka’s stare, Brady knows this man is different. As hard as Brady tries to keep their relationship professional, he can’t stop the growing attraction between them. The more he learns about Luka, the deeper Brady sinks.
But when the threat to Luka’s life becomes a real and immediate danger, Brady will go to any length to protect the man he loves—even if it means removing himself from Luka’s life.

About Charity;
Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with several companies. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters. 


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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Celebrate Christmas early with @HarperJewel1 and #MMromance 'Santa's Naughty Elf'

ON SHELVES NOW!
CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS Early




Playing Santa in the local department store should be an easy way to make a few extra bucks, shouldn’t it? That’s what Brock Daniels thought when he took the job at a local department store. Once he finds out a handsome ginger—his one weakness—will be playing Santa’s elf, easy becomes complicated, even if it’s an enjoyable snag.

When Paul Martens discovers who’ll be playing Santa to his elf, déjà vu of an unforgettable night with a certain Dom that took place almost two years ago comes crashing down on him.

The attraction between Brock and Paul grows to fevered levels while a runaway teen pulls at both men’s heartstrings. Will they find a way to put aside their ardent feelings and channel some holiday magic in order to grant everyone’s Christmas wish?

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About Harper
Harper Jewel lives in northeast New Jersey with her husband and 18-year-old daughter. She has three cats, enjoys reading, and taking trips to Walt Disney World. With her outgoing personality and vivid imagination, she is able to create characters and plots that are believable as well as memorable.

Although she began writing male/female romance/erotica, she has finally found her niche in Gay Romance. She thoroughly enjoys her male characters as they speak to her quite loudly while proving love is love. She is proud to have the honor of being the first M/M author accepted at Lush Publishing.

In addition to her writing, she uses her college education and background in English and Language Arts to work as an independent editor. She’s also expanded her skills to include formatting for Smashwords Premium Catalog, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Amazon, & All Romance Ebooks.

In September 2015, she created Slippery Fingers Press & Publishing Services and plans to use the company name for self-publishing as well as her editing and formatting jobs.

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Saturday, September 24, 2016

Bad Teddy hits a speed bump #MM #erotica from guest author @GaleStanley

Writers get ideas in so many different ways. The plot for BAD TEDDY BEAR came to me while watching a football game. Of course, I missed all the good plays because most of the action was going on inside my head. And now here it is in an ebook.
BAD TEDDY BEAR

Blurb
Down and dirty sex. That’s the name of the game for Theodore West.  They still call him Bear, even though his days in pro ball are over. Plenty of men are still anxious to be topped by the Bear and he’s happy to oblige as long as his partner understands the rules. No strings and no repeats.
Bear could win an academy award for his alpha-player performance, but in reality, he’d love to give up control. He’s a big man who likes the idea of being topped by a twink. In college, he found the perfect lover, but he dumped him rather than risk tarnishing his image. When Finn shows up, he turns Bear’s world upside-down. But, can the Bad Teddy Bear finally accept his submissive side?

Teaser 18+
The musky scent of sex filled Bear’s nostrils. Revved up, he pounded away at the man under him. Each forceful thrust brought a grunt from Bear and an answering groan from Jack… Whatshisname?
“Gotta come. Bear, please.”

Bear was close too. He reached around and fisted Jack’s dick. He started pumping—

“Fuck.” Jack’s balls drew up tight and he soaked the mattress with his cum.

Bear followed. A few seconds later, he pulled out and rose on his knees to remove the condom. Drained, he lay on his back panting, and ran a hand through the damp matted hair on his chest. Before Bear could protest, Jack leaned over and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.
What the fuck!

Smooching might be fun for some guys but Bear considered it a sexual speed bump. Something to be tolerated in order to get to the good stuff. Well the good stuff was over and Bear wasn’t interested in lovey-dovey bullshit. Sure, he had feelings, but they were all below his waist. Sex was a biological urge like being thirsty or taking a piss. Once he satisfied an urge, he was done. End of story.

Jack snuggled against his body. “That was great, Bear. When I recognized you at the minimart, I never thought I’d end up getting fucked by the Big Bad Bear.”

“Guess this was your lucky day.”

“I’ll never forget that play you made right before you got injured. You could have been one of the greats.”

For crying out loud. Bear didn’t need the reminder. He could replay every second of that night in his head.

“But you’re still built like a brick house. Hot. As. Hell. Blah, blah, blah…”

Jack’s words were a low, insistent drone in Bear’s ear, like a bunch of honeybees buzzing around his head. He tuned them out, grunted and sat up. Pillow talk bored him. Careful of his aching knees, he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“Hey. You don’t have to go. Stay. I’ll order a pizza.”

Bear stood up and finger combed his shaggy brown mane. He never spent the night. Just like he never brought a hookup back to his place. Even if he didn’t work nights, and have the old man to worry about, he wouldn’t do a sleepover. What was the point? He got what he came for. His sexual tension had been relieved and he felt good. Why spoil it with a cuddle. Cuddlers were space invaders and intimacy made a guy vulnerable.
Bear picked up his clothes. “Gotta go to work.”

“Where? Call me—”

Bear slammed the bedroom door behind him and struggled into his jeans. Jack didn’t follow. Guess he finally got the idea. Jack knew what he was getting. Or not getting. Bear always laid down the ground rules before hooking up. No long-term relationships. Some guys thought a good fuck would change everything. Ahh, sorry Jack. It wasn’t that good. Not for me, anyway.
Bear gripped his car keys and left Jack’s apartment. He had just enough time to stop home, shower, and put the old man to bed.



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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.

Friday, September 23, 2016

From @EvernightPub and guest author Katerina Ross #BDSM #MM #erotica




Title: Tenderly Wicked 
Author Katerina Ross 
Release date September 13 2016 
Length c. 59,500 words 
Buy links: Amazon, Evernight Publishing 


Blurb Max has always been interested in the wicked ways of BDSM, but his unusual tastes haven't always been well received. But now he has Vadim, an eager Russian sub willing to fulfill his most daring fantasies. There’s one problem—Max isn’t quite ready to accept what's right in front of him. His deep-seated insecurities threaten to spoil what's growing into more than just a kinky pastime. Will Max embrace Vadim's love or throw away his chance at true happiness?


Read an Excerpt 18+ only 
Warning Dominance, submission, public exhibition, spanking with switch


When they were deep into the park, Max stopped and brought Vadim to a halt, too. “See those bushes?” He pointed at hazel shrubs on the hill slope above the path. “Go there and fetch me a branch. A supple one. And remove the leaves and small twigs. The smoother it can be, the better. Better for you, this is.” 

Vadim shot an apprehensive glance at him. 

“Yeah, I suppose you guessed it right,” Max confirmed. “I did say we had to work on your punctuality. I tend to keep my promises. Luckily, the necessary implements are available on every tree. Convenient, isn’t it?” For a moment, he felt a twinge of uncertainty, despite an attempt at a joke. Was he pushing too far? But it was only a moment, and then Vadim marched to the bushes without a word of protest. Max let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

When Vadim presented him with his trophy, Max inspected it thoroughly and even tapped at his palm with the rod. “Acceptable,” he said. It was quite resilient. “Now come here.” With a switch in his hand, like a shepherd, he guided Vadim to a thicket of bushes and onto a small grassy clearing among them. It was the closest thing to a secluded grove they were going to get.

“Bend over there.” Max pointed at the nearest tree with the tip of his switch. “Lower your pants.” It was unlikely someone would see them from the path, but still, Max stood so that he was able to monitor this direction in case some picnic enthusiasts came looking for a hidden clearing, too. He was now at Vadim’s left side, enjoying the view of his well-shaped buttocks, so obscenely white before the first touch of the switch. “Do you remember the number of minutes you were late?” 

Vadim shook his head, silently, his palms flat against the rough bark of the tree, his pants and underwear down around his ankles.


 “Too bad. Fortunately, I remember it all too well. Twelve minutes. Guess how many swats you get for this.” The first stroke was gentle, barely more than a tap. Max tested his aim and the force of impact. At the second one, maybe too intense, Vadim let out a hiss. Max stepped closer and gently rubbed the pink welt that appeared on the pale skin. “Don’t clench. Don’t fight it. It’s for your sake after all. It’s for you to remember that you should plan your life more efficiently. You better count, out loud. Show me you embrace the lesson. Okay?” 

Vadim nodded, silent again. 

Max applied the strokes slowly, with intervals, waiting for Vadim to count them and not applying the full strength this time. He used his arm only from the elbow down and was careful to watch that the light, flexible end of the switch wouldn’t bite into the outer flank too harshly. When six slim, even lines had appeared across Vadim’s buttocks, Max decided to pay attention to the back of his thighs as well. They seemed to be even more sensitive. Vadim almost jumped every time the switch landed across the delicate skin, and yet he was pressing back to meet each slap. After ten blows, he suddenly reached around and pulled his butt cheeks apart so Max could add two more onto his twitching hole, which Max did, surprised and aroused by this uncalled-for act of submission. After that, with the switch still in his right hand, Max stroked its length across the tender insides of Vadim’s still spread buttocks—a feather-like touch that made Vadim suck a sharp breath in, much to Max’s delight. So responsive. So obedient. Mine. The proprietary feeling that welled up from deep within him was intoxicating.



Author bio 
Katerina Ross lives in Russia and works as a journalist. She writes suspense stories in Russian, under a different pen name, and hot and kinky M/M romances in English. She travels a lot but always returns to her home city.
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