Monday, April 24, 2017

Best Worst Ever @LDBlakeley #MMRomance #ContemporaryRomance rerelease #teaser

Thanks for having me on today to tell you about Best Worst Ever. This story was my very first to be published so it will always hold a special place in my heart. I recently had my rights reverted, and knew I didn't want this novella to simply fade away. So I decided to give my boys a bit of a spruce-up. I redid the cover art, revised and edited the story and made it available once more. I hope you enjoy. :-)

Best Worst Ever By L.D. Blakeley
Erotic Romance, MM, Friends-to-Lovers
Available: April 13, 2017
Published: LDB Books

Carey English spends his days planning extravagant parties and lavish weddings and generally making people’s lives brighter. He spends his nights wishing for a man he doesn’t have to share and who won’t try to drag him back into the closet. It doesn’t help that the man he wants most doesn’t need a closet to begin with — his straight best friend, Sky.

Skyler Wood has been dumped — again — just days before the holiday season, leaving him with an ex-fiancée, a nonrefundable New Year’s Eve getaway rental, and nothing to ring in the New Year but a broken heart. For Carey, rushing off to offer Sky a shoulder will either be the best decision he’s ever made—or it will lead to the worst heartbreak he’s ever experienced.

✽This is an edited & revised version of a previously published story. It has been expanded by approximately 1,400 words.✽


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BEST WORST EVER - L.D. BLAKELEYIf there was one thing he knew about Sky, it was that he was as frugal as the day was long. And, judging by the other places he’d passed along the way, he was guessing the impressive exterior of this place matched a rather swanky, if not romantic, interior. Of course, idiot. Sky had rented the place thinking he’d be with his fiancée. Not his best friend.

He parked next to his friend’s SUV and stubbornly grabbed more than he could carry at once. Why make two trips when you can do it in one? Necessity might be the mother of invention, but laziness was definitely its big, bad daddy. Laden down with a suitcase and far too many bags of food and liquor, Carey used the toe of his boot to gently knock at the front door. “Sky? You in there? My hands are full, man, come open the door.” When there was no response, he tried again with the tip of his boot. “Mr. Darcy, are—”

His sentence was cut short as the door flew open. “Jesus! Hold your horses, Logan. I couldn’t hear you with the water running. I was just in the…”

Shower. He’d been in the shower. Carey knew this, not because he suddenly had the ability to read minds. Oh, no. He knew this because there, in front of him, stood all six foot four inches of Darcy Skyler Wood… dripping wet with nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Shit.

Don’t stare. Don’t stare at that solitary drop of water as it slowly slides its way between the hard, flat planes of those perfect pecs. And for the love of all that’s holy, do not stare at anything even remotely near the edge of that towel! But Carey never was any good at taking orders.


L.D. Blakeley is a pragmatist with a romantic soul & a dirty mind. She loves horror movies, hot sex, and happily ever afters. She’s easily distracted by shiny things, and is a slightly neurotic, highly ambitious dreamer who enjoys dabbling in photography & pretending she can carry a tune.

In another life, L.D. was a newspaper reporter, an entertainment & music writer, travel writer, website content editor, and a marketing shill. Now she prefers to spend her time writing hot, steamy fiction (with a healthy dose of romance) about intriguing, sexy men. Although she dreams of living some place isolated with an endless supply of wine and an infinite number of titles on her eReader, she currently lives in downtown Toronto with her husband and their rock star cat.

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Sunday, April 23, 2017

He didn't give Matt time to change his mind #SexySnippets #MMromance

For #SexySnippets this week we have 7 sexy sentences from one of E.D.Parr's next Evernight
Publishing MM romances
Given Time

“Just this touch is reducing me to mush.”
He kissed Matt, gently, soaking up the feel of Matt’s skin against his nose. He thrust his hips so that his lower body crushed on Matt’s and the unmistakable shape of Matt’s cock, hard and bulging in his pants met Angel’s cock. A low groan escaped Angel and he deepened the kiss, clinging to Matt, as his legs weakened and his heart pounded.

Matt pushed his arms around Angel’s neck, and Angel’s hands fell away from the grip on his shoulders. 
Matt’s murmur penetrated Angel’s haze of pleasure. “I can’t even think straight, but I know I want you naked in my arms.”
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing soon to be released 'Given Time'
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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

It's #midweekteaser time and @parr_books has a #teaser from upcoming #MMromance release 'Given Time'

This week's #midweektease comes from E.D.Parr and one of the  upcoming MMromance
releases from Evernight Publishing
Given Time
Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.
Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul.
Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.
As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties.

A delicious love story with HEA
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Angel shifted in his arms. “Tell me all about yourself, Matt.” He settled against Matt’s body wanting to share information that might bind them together. There was something so right about this encounter.

“I never know what to tell people when they say that. Ask me questions, instead.”

“I get that. I’m the same. I looked in my brother’s studio and there was nothing—no preliminary sketches, no photographs, no sign of an impending work. What do you make of that since you came here to work with him?”

Matt shuffled along the bed to look into Angel’s eyes. “He must have already taken everything to the exhibition space. We have a studio booked in the art complex to work on the sculpture. Why do you ask? I am legit. I’m not spinning you some story to get you in bed.”

Angel ran his hand along Matt’s shoulder. “Hell, that’s not what I meant at all. I wondered if maybe, because he’d been ill, he’d not been working. I have no doubt you’re legit. I’m sorry. That wasn’t a question about your integrity. Tell me about your work.”

“He was ill? There was no hint of that in the correspondence. I’m sorry to hear it. As for my work, I recently ventured into what’s fondly termed social comment sculpture. Your brother and I were going to make a street scene using photographs I’ve taken as inspiration. I usually paint.”

Angel watched the play of emotion in Matt’s eyes. He waited until Matt finished the sentence and then kissed him.
Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing June release 
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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

“I could barely keep my hands off you in the cab.” #MMromance #midweektease #teaser @EncompassInk

Midweek Tease from A Forever Kind of Thing
M/M romance 
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. Their encounters erotic.
But Josh is running in the opposite direction as Will longs to love him.
Can love triumph?
A fun gay erotic romance 

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He let them into his East Seventh Street apartment and stopped in the tiny hallway to throw his keys onto the narrow table there.

As he turned, Will pulled him close. “I could barely keep my hands off you in the cab.”

His low voice sent spears of anticipation through Josh’s lower stomach and a delicious prickle of desire in his balls.

Josh pushed his arms around Will’s neck. “Fucking kiss me before I go nuts.”

Will’s kiss seared raw sexual need so strongly into Josh’s body, he groaned loudly, and moved his arms from around Will’s neck, to grab Will’s ass, and ram his own iron hard erection against Will. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he murmured between hungry kisses.

Will gently drew away. He held Josh around the face and whispered so close to Josh’s lips, tingles teased along his jaw. “I’ve never … I’ve never done it.”

A wave of tenderness mingled with a desperate need to come made Josh’s voice hoarse.
“Change that to, suck me, suck me.” He grasped Will’s hand and pulled him into his bedroom. The shade was drawn and only a pale strip of light from the street glowed along one wall. He dragged Will’s jacket almost off, raining kisses over Will’s mouth, and biting at his ear.

Will helped take off his jacket. He dropped it onto the floor and then hesitated.

Josh grabbed the hem of Will’s T-shirt and pulled the shirt up and over Will’s head. He threw it to one side and stood back to take off his own shirt. The sight of Will’s hard, muscled torso made him shake, and he tore the neck of his T-shirt. That made him grin at Will, who gazed at him wide-eyed. “Take off your jeans before I rip them off you.” Josh laughed after he’d said it, and he pushed off his own jeans to stand naked waiting for Will.

Josh hungrily watched Will strip off his jeans and underwear. His cock throbbed and pre cum leaked across his stomach when the tip of his erection touched high on his muscles. He sheathed his cock in one fist and stroked up and down slowly. He sighed. The stroking only served to make him want more and he held out his arms to Will. He could hardly wait to have Will naked and rammed up against him. The feel of Will’s skin would be heaven.

Will took the few steps to be face to face with Josh. He reached out and took hold of Josh’s cock, moving close so that he could rub his own cock against Josh’s. With his eyes dark and passion flaming in every word, he murmured against Josh’s mouth. “You feel so good—so fucking good.”

His kiss devastated Josh. The alternate tenderness of soft lips and then Will’s hard searching tongue left him gasping for breath. He gripped Will by the hips and thrust as Will held their cocks together in both his strong hands. His ass seemed made of jello. His thighs weakened. He sucked Will’s bottom lip and then pushed his tongue against Will’s until Will moaned low.

Josh ached to come. He muttered rough sounds that meant nothing but simply came out of his mouth as he got closer to spilling his seed over Will’s hands. He made himself pull away.
“Bed … on the bed.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink 

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Fab #MMromance #PNR new release from guest author @galestanley and @evernightpub #NSFW teaser

COYWOLF by Gale Stanley
Genre: LGBT, MM, Paranormal, Shifters
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer


In a world where reproduction is the number one priority, a gay wolf shifter could never be an alpha. So Logan hides his secret from the pack and resigns himself to a life without love. 

Then one night, he finds his true mate and he’s forced to make a choice.


Logan set Rory on the wood floor. It would do, he’d slept on worse. Logan opened a cedar chest and took out a thick quilt. He laid it on the floor under a window. “It’s late. You can sleep here.” Logan pointed to the coverlet.” If you decide to shift, you can share my bed. It’s big enough for two.”

No thanks. But Rory couldn’t deny that he was tempted as he watched Logan undress. The man was sex on a stick with his strong jaw, straight nose, and dark intense eyes. Why were alphas always so damn good-looking? And straight as an arrow? Probably so they would attract the best bitches in the pack. Rory sighed. Logan looked even better with his clothes off. He had sexy chest hair and a dark curly bush that Rory wanted to bury his nose in. He imagined himself licking that half-hard dick to erectness. Down boy! He was tempted to shift, but good sense won out. If he didn’t stay in his fur, he would really be fucked.

Logan flopped onto the bed and lay flat on his back. He tugged on his cock until it stood straight up like a flagpole. Rory’s penis came out of its sheath and he whimpered. Thankfully, Logan was too busy jacking off to notice.

The Alpha bent his muscular legs and continued stroking his thick cock. The head flushed purple and pre-cum leaked from the slit. The musky scent drove Rory crazy. Slithering on his belly like a snake, Rory inched toward Logan’s dirty clothes on the floor. Rolling on them as best he could, he took comfort in Logan’s scent. But his gaze remained fixed on the man.

Panting now, Logan worked his cock harder and faster, tugging his balls with his other hand. His heavy breathing and the sound of his fist moving up and down his shaft made Rory hot and horny. Logan’s thighs went tense, and his hand moved so fast it blurred.

Rory’s anticipation built as he watched Logan stroke his hard length one final time. Thick threads of cum burst into the air. Rory ached to lick the creamy white liquid off Logan’s chest.

Logan stilled for a few minutes, and then glanced around the room. His eyes lit on Rory humping his jeans. Caught, Rory froze. A sly smile seemed to dance on Logan’s lips. His voice was low and sexy. “Pleasant dreams, boy.” Then he rolled over and promptly fell asleep.

Rory’s canine libido was in overdrive. A little more rubbing action on the denim and he shot his load. Then he settled down on the jeans, and in a few minutes his eyelids grew heavy, and he felt himself drifting off to sleep, too.

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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.

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Saturday, April 8, 2017

Will their unexpected attraction to each other survive the dangers threatening to destroy them? New #MMromance #SciFi from @JJLore1 and @LoveUnleashed

Playboy Tellan knows other races consider his people spoiled and arrogant, but he’s determined to put aside fine sheets and elegant meals in order to search for a mythical Domidian elixir for his ailing sister. He’s also smart enough to realize he’ll need help staying alive in the unsettled wastes of the Empty Quadrant. Enter Jorant, an intimidating Atavaq who’s been genetically modified to be the perfect soldier. On the run from his past, Jorant accepts the task of protecting Tellan as they venture to a planet populated by tentacled monsters and space pirates. As they search for the potion, Jorant realizes his Domidian client isn’t as helpless as he’d assumed, and Tellan is intrigued every time the taciturn bodyguard speaks. Will their unexpected attraction to each other survive the dangers threatening to destroy them?

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Jorant and Tellan’s Truth or Dare
By J. J. Lore

A clean bed, a full belly, and a securely locked door. Not to mention a warm, naked man sprawled next to him. Jorant sighed and luxuriated in the comforts. He and Tellan had survived numerous perils and were now on a ship, heading for Domid, planet of sophisticated amusements and great wealth. What would happen once they arrived, he didn’t know, but as a warrior he knew how to enjoy his down time and not go looking for trouble.
Tellan stirred and sent a firm arm scooting across Jorant’s abdomen. His Domidian partner was very tactile, something Jorant wasn’t used to in bed mates. Before it had always been pleasure, sleep, then on to a mission.
“Tell me you napped, at least.” Tellan pressed his face to Jorant’s arm and rolled closer. “You don’t need to be alert constantly anymore.”
“I did sleep.” The admission cost him nothing, and gained him a kiss on his shoulder.
“Of course you did. You needed to recover your strength after the vulgar demands I put upon you.” Tellan peered at him with a smug expression on his fine features. Jorant pressed his lips together so as not to smile back as some recently awakened part of his heart urged.
“I am strong.” Thinking of all the meanings underlying the word, Jorant sucked in a breath as his cock swelled under the light sheet covering him. “I’m ready.”
Tellan’s eyebrows lifted. Light from the dimmed illuminators above the bed highlighted the defined muscles of his chest and arm. Jorant wanted to touch again, wanted to feel Tellan’s body strain and shake against his own. “That sounds promising, but I’m not sure if I’m fully recovered.”
A gentle way to say he wasn’t ready for more sex. Jorant appreciated Tellan’s polite ways, much more so than the gruff demands or rejections he’d had from others in the past. “We can rest.”
Tellan sat up abruptly and Jorant suppressed his instinct to scan the room for a threat. They were safe here, safe for the first time in many days. “Let’s do something fun. We’ve been under so much pressure, it would be nice to relax.”
Sex and sleep were all the relaxation Jorant had ever needed. “What fun?”
“Admit or act.” Tellan’s face lit up like he’d said the most clever thing
“How is it enjoyable to list the crimes we’ve committed?” Domidians had strange notions, Jorant was learning, but this was taking matters to an extreme. He’d always had a reason for the things he’d done, but he didn’t want to shock Tellan with some of the more violent episodes.
With a chuckle, Tellan shook his head and scooted even closer to Jorant. He let his fingers drop to Jorant’s chest and move lightly, almost as if he didn’t realize what he was doing.
“Not crimes, nothing serious. This is a child’s game. You decide if you’ll tell me the truth when I ask you a question, and if you decline, you must accept a dare from me.”
What an odd way to be entertained. “I’ve always told you the truth.”
With a sigh, Tellan leaned down and brushed his lips against Jorant’s cheek. His cock stirred again.
“I know that. This isn’t a test or a way for me to trip you up. Just amusement.” Tellan’s voice was soft and low in Jorant’s ear, further enhancing his overwhelming sense of well-beining. He was glad Tellan was so near, so he could catch his musky scent.
“Then go ahead. Dare me to do something.”
Tellan laughed. “You would choose that. I already know you’re brave. I’d rather learn something new about you. You are so mysterious.”
With a frown, Jorant considered this. He’d always considered himself a simple man, all his traits obvious to even a casual observer. Not interesting. But Tellan leaned against him, studying him as if he was simply fascinating. “Fine. Ask a question. You won’t be entertained.”
Tellan licked his lips and narrowed his eyes. “Have you ever been in love?”
Jorant had been prepared to list how many men he’d killed, or how many lovers he’d had, so Tellan’s question confused him. “What do you mean?”
Tellan leaned over him and prodded his shoulder. “You know what I mean. Love. Finding someone who you’re willing to sacrifice for, wanting to share with, not be separated from.”
“You mean like a personal contract?” Jorant had heard of such things among Creig warriors. Men would find like-minded fellows and bunk together, aim for shared postings. Of course, if the Masters decided to separate them, there was nothing the men could do about it but leave each other. A little pang of sadness intruded in Jorant’s mind as he considered how difficult that must have been.
“More emotional than that, I think,” Tellan rested his hand on Jorant’s chest. He could probably feel Jorant’s heart beating at an increased rate. “Have you ever been thrilled to be near someone you just signed a contract with? Thought about them constantly?”
Jorant shook his head against the soft pillow underneath it. He’d never paid much attention to how he felt about anything, other than whatever might motivate him in a fight or find the will to continue a painful training session. He’d always assumed his genetic modifications had dulled such impulses. “No, I’ve never experienced that. Have you?”
“Is that the question you want me to answer? I was hoping you’d dare me.”

 JJ decided not to include this scene in the book 

About the author:
J. J. Lore has been interested in the dashing men who roam outer space since she was transfixed by Han Solo piloting the Millennium Falcon a long time ago in a theatre far, far away. Sadly, there is no way for her to join in the fun of intergalactic adventures unless she writes them, so that’s what she does whenever she isn’t taking care of the business of life. If you can’t find her typing madly on her sluggish keyboard, she’s probably poking around in a thrift store searching for the perfect pair of worn jeans or a vintage kachina bolo tie. These days she puts her anthropology degree to work when she whips up dishes from many different cultures, most of which benefit from a liberal dose of sriracha or a smear of green curry paste. Her favorite reading topics are costume history, epidemiology, and permaculture, all of which she’d like to work into a story if she’s suddenly overcome with a brilliant idea someday.

Twitter: @JJLore1

Friday, April 7, 2017

Dating for Deafies #MMromance #short from guest author @NikkaMichaels #deaf

In the Distance
By Nikka Michaels
Genre: M/M, LGBTQ, Romance, Gay Romance, Gay, Short Story, Deaf, deaf
Length: 4,253 Words
Release Date: 03/24/2017
Publisher: Bridge City Books

When freelance writer Evan York receives an email from handsome author Tristan Gaines by accident, he knows he shouldn’t click on the attachment. When he does, an attractive local author stares back at him and for a moment Evan wishes he wasn’t Deaf.
His dating experiences haven’t been the best so far with people of hearing and he relishes the flirting and exchange through email. When writing an e-mail, he’s just a regular guy. After he’s drafted into writing a post for his best friend’s Dating for Deafies blog, Evan realizes he’s more than just a deaf gay man. But will he find the courage to introduce himself?
Evan’s phone vibrated insistently in his pocket. He silenced it as he walked down the short hallway. When his eye caught the flash of movement on a collision course, he braced his body for impact. Six feet plus of male sent Evan stumbling a step backward as a low breath left his lips. Strong hands steadied him as Evan gripped the man’s leanly muscled forearms.
Evan sucked in a lungful of the delicious scent of coffee, spicy aftershave or cologne, and something masculine. The worried face of Tristan Gaines stared at him, and Evan felt his face flush. After feeling Tristan’s hard body pressed against his, he wanted more than just teasing emails. He wanted to taste how Tristan’s mouth and coffee blended together on his tongue. He wanted to watch those green eyes darken with lust. He wanted to feel the vibration of the man’s moans under his hand as he kissed down his stomach. He wanted Tristan.
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Nikka Michaels lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She believes everyone deserves a love story.


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Welcome @KorySteed with new release #MMromance from @evernightpub Kory talks about his inspiration #military #BDSM #teaser

Inspiration for From Lightning to Love

I really can't say for sure from where the idea for “From Lightning to Love” came, but I do remember that I began to think about writing a gay novel while there was still snow on the ground in early 2016. That spring, I woke up one morning with an overwhelming sense that “Today is the day I'm going to write,” and I did. My notes say that was May 15, 2016.

I’ve had a little experience with writing in the past, but it was unsuccessful. There are two general audience novels that are about half written sitting in files on my computer that I haven’t been able to complete. I started one in 2003 and the other in 2013, but in both cases I was forced to stop because of life altering events.

Even having started two novels in the past, I had no idea where to begin with this labor of love, (and I do mean labor or love because I love these characters dearly), so I just sat down and started to write. Before I knew it, I'd completed the first rough draft of chapters 1 - 4. While I was writing I thought, “What setting would force two men who didn’t know each other to live together in total isolation and create an environment that would be conducive to falling in love? What if there was also a dependency for survival?”

After doing a web search for the most isolated region of the continental United States, I happened upon the Wasatch Range of the Rocky Mountains in southeastern Idaho, and the story was born. I intentionally chose this location because it forced Jason and Aaron to interact only with each other, without any influence from the outside world. Once I had accomplished this, the story unfolded organically. There was no plot or outline during the entire writing of the manuscript.

I also believe strongly in the emotional bonds between humans and animals. I don’t know many people who are not animal lovers and they’ll be only too happy to share their stories of their special relationships with their pets. I wanted to incorporate an unlikely friendship between Jason and an animal in the story so I chose one of his donkeys, Nellie. There’s a scene where Jason opens up his heart to Nellie that I can relate to very well because as a child, I often confided in my pets. Living in isolation for eleven years allowed deep friendships to develop between Jason and the animals he kept.

I think that character names are very important for a story. I’ve based my main character's first and last names on their personality traits. For example the MC's in From Lightning to Love are Jason Ackerman and Aaron Jaeger. Jason means healer. Ackerman comes from acker, oaken, made of oak, and man. He is a brave, firm, unyielding man and his name fits well with an army medic who saved lives. Aaron means bringer of light and also strength. Jaeger means hunter. Aaron is an aggressive, professional quarterback with a voracious sexual appetite. Even though Jason is strong in personality, he is also a recluse. Aaron breaks Jason out of his shell and brings light into his life.

Interestingly, I realized when I was nearly finished with the first draft of From Lightning to Love that I was writing about the main character from the novel I began in 2003, but he was now an adult. Tentatively, I plan for it to become the prequel to the Lightning Series, however, it may likely fall under the young adult category because of the age of the main character. I haven’t researched the genre much, but I don’t know that I’ll be able to write the true-to-life sex scenes in a YA novel like I’ve written for a adult audience. We’ll just have to see.

My inspiration for writing comes from love, friendship, and acts of kindness and compassion, but I’m also inspired by the injustices I’ve experienced personally or witnessed, read about, or seen on television or in movies. I hope that my writing draws upon these things and reveals how people need to work through their troubles, often together, to eventually find meaning, understanding, and peace in their lives.

In the acknowledgments for From Lightning to Love, I wrote:

“To the many, many people and animals I have known over the course of my lifetime who have allowed me to love and care for them, who I have worked with professionally, or whom I have treated during my career, you have each touched my heart, left an indelible mark on my mind, or my soul. I have learned from you how to live my life, just as often as I have learned how not to, for you have inspired me to be a better person, a better friend, or a better healer. I hope this story does you and your memories justice.”

I dearly meant every word.

 Blurb for From Lightning to Love

From Lightning to Love is a 72K word novel and my first publication. It’s the first installment in the Lightning Series. The story begins with an introduction to Jason, a gay, thirty-seven year old former American army medic who served two tours during Operation Desert Storm in Irac between 1991 and 1993. In 1994 he received a medical discharged for PTSD.

After leaving the service, Jason worked in a local hospital’s ER for a few years, but he became more and more disillusioned with his life because he had to live it in secrecy. On a whim, he bought a lottery ticket and won. Once he became a multi-millionaire, Jason used his winnings to purchase a secluded tract of land in the Bear River Mountains in southeastern Idaho where at the time that the story begins, he has lived for eleven years.

We meet the second main character, twenty-three year old Aaron, the morning after a violent autumn storm when Jason began to check his home and property for damage. He discovered Aaron dangling by a shredded parachute in a tree. We later learned that Aaron was the newly signed, star quarterback for a fictitious American professional football team. Because of the remote location, there was no way for Jason to get help, so he had to care for Aaron alone while he recovered from his injuries.

Having lived in near isolation for many years, Jason is ill-prepared for the physical attraction he develops for Aaron while tending his wounds. While Jason struggles with the emotions that begin to surface, Aaron’s strength returns, and his ravenous sexual appetite is revealed. In the weeks that follow, the two men become entwined in a passionate love affair that soon blossoms into a deep and caring bond.

Dare they hope for a future together? Dare we?

From Lightning to Love - Excerpt

When Jason looked over at Aaron, it was obvious that he’d been disturbed by the shout from the unsettled look on his face, but it hadn’t been enough to wake him. He also noticed that the sheet and blanket were off him again, and he had another raging erection. He was so focused on Aaron’s penis, he didn’t realize that Aaron had woken up. Instinctively, Jason began to reach for it, but withdrew his hand almost immediately.
“You can touch it,” Aaron whispered.
Jason nearly jumped off the bed.
“No really, Jason, you can touch it. Please, you have my permission,” he said more clearly.
“Oh God, what’s happening?” Jason whispered.
“I watched you sleep last night, Jason. You’re a beautiful man. I’d be lucky to find someone like you.”
“Aaron, I’m sorry.” Jason sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, turning away.
“Jason, listen to me.”
Jason stood up and walked towards the window. He wanted to run away.
“Jason, look at me.”
Jason turned to face him, unaware that his own erection was straining against his jeans. He focused his gaze above Aaron’s head. Aaron focused on the bulge in Jason’s jeans.
“Can I be honest with you, Jason?”
Jason didn’t answer.
“Jason, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but here goes. We have to be realistic about this. You’re a man. I’m a man. You’re gay. I’m gay. And for God knows how long, we’re gonna be confined to this cabin. It could be months.”
“Everything you’ve said is the truth,” Jason answered quietly, lowering his eyes to meet Aaron’s gaze.
“Jason, I can’t pretend to know what’s going on in your head, so I can only speak for myself, and please believe me when I say this. I have needs, Jason, physical needs. I always have, and I now find that I’m very attracted to you. I don’t think it’s just because of what you’ve done for me or that I think I owe you something. Well, to be honest, that may be part of it, sort of like hero worship or something, but it’s only a small part, and besides, if I’d have met you on the street before I met Nathan, I would’ve jumped your bones in a minute.”
Aaron tensed his mouth and closed his eyes momentarily. Jason noticed the look on Aaron’s face at the mention of Nathan’s name. When Aaron opened his eyes again, he looked directly into Jason’s eyes.
“Jason, I don’t think you know just how darn handsome you are. You have a powerful masculine musk, and I’m drawn to it. The first time I got a hard-on when you were washing me, it was purely physical. I couldn’t help it, but over the past few days, I’m finding myself wanting you more and more. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I want you to make love to me. I’m a very good lover, Jason, though obviously,” Aaron waved his arm over his broken body, “I can’t back that up right now.”
Jason looked blankly at Aaron. He didn’t speak.
“Well, say something, Jason. What are you feeling?”
Jason forced the words out. “Aaron, it would be wrong.”
“How can that be when I’m throwing myself at you right now!”

Copyright© 2017 Kory Steed
Heat Level 4: Erotic content. Graphic sex and adult language. Hardcore sexual content.  May offend mainstream readers.
Contemporary, BDSM, erotic, Medical, Military

Kory Steed Author Biographical Note

Kory Steed is a new M/M novelist who writes about real men in real relationships. Into his thirties, he realized he was attracted to men, but he has also loved women. With a naturally strong sense of empathy for all living things, he has been an astute observer of interpersonal human relationship dynamics, the relationships between humans and animals, and the ensuing bonds that have developed between them.

He has extensive experience in trauma and emergency care and has worked as a medic for over twenty years while supporting his country, its citizens, and the military men and women in the armed forces in various capacities. Over the course of his career, he has seen more than his share of pain and suffering, not only from injuries and illness, but also from ignorance, discrimination, and prejudice. Now retired, his fictional writing draws on his life experiences to share the stories, personalities, strengths, and weaknesses of so many he has known and met along the way.

He hopes he does them justice.

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