Saturday, June 16, 2018

All good things must come to an end. #newrelease #MM #BDSM @booksbygray @evernightpub Read a #teaser




Title: Capital Offense

Series: Bound

Blurb:
All good things must come to an end.

George is trying to hold his world together, but it’s crumbling and he doesn’t know who he’s even fighting anymore. All the people he loves are suffering because of him.

Jesse is shattering because he can’t provide what George needs.

Elliot is broken perhaps beyond repair.

Zac is ruined by his own doing and isn’t fit to be what Elliot needs him to be.

There is no soothing light at the end of this tunnel. The reckoning is coming and not even George can protect them from the monster of his past. They are splintering, trying to avoid the flames, but they must come together or become ashes. 


Teaser:
George picked up the container of sterile needles he’d been saving so Jesse could see them. “This will be a little like a tattoo.”
“Oh God. You’re so close to my dick.”
“If you hold perfectly still there is a good chance none will even come close to your cock, unless of course you want me to pierce it for you.”
Jesse picked up his head. “Can you do that?”
“Easily.”
He pursed his lips. “I’m going to think about that one.”
“Don’t think on it too long.”
“Why not?” Jesse laid his head back down and let his arms go limp.
“Because if I don’t get an answer, I’m going to assume you approve.”
Jesse’s eyes shot back open. “You know what they say about assuming?”
“That it’s a perfectly acceptable thing for a dominant to do when his submissive is gagged?”
“But I’m not gagged…”
“You easily can be.” George pulled the pink ball gag halfway out of his pocket so Jesse could see it.
“I think I’ll wait on the piercing until we both discuss the pros and cons, Sir,” Jesse said as politely as George had ever heard come out of his mouth.
“Acceptable,” George said as he pushed the first needle into the tender skin on Jesse’s inner thigh.
“Holy fuck. Getting a tattoo there would be a whole lot different than on my neck.”
“If you can make it to fifty needles there will be a reward.”
“God help me.”
“You’re going to need it.”


Author Bio: When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it's half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.




Thursday, June 14, 2018

With Beau crushed against him, he pressed his back against the wall of the small closet trying to put a space between their bodies. #MMromance #teaser @EncompassInk #detective

Title: Wren and Deverel
Genre: MM romance (friends to lovers), erotic MM romance, detective story, mystery, suspense
Words: 42,881

Blurb:
Lucian Wren and Beau Deverel have always been friends. They think they know everything about each other, but they both hide a secret desire. They’re devoted to each other, but they’ve never revealed the depth of their feelings.
When Lucian starts a private investigation service, and Beau joins him in the fledgling agency, little do they know what a delicious, close encounter on their first case will lead to.
This case is bizarre. Is there a hidden reason the client has chosen their newly formed agency for such an important job?
As Beau and Lucian dive headlong into the mystery, their relationship deepens, and their friendship changes forever.
Erotic, romantic—a friends to lovers gay mystery, romance.


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Lucian closed his eyes as a mixture of anxiety and lust threatened to overwhelm him. With Beau crushed against him, he pressed his back against the wall of the small closet trying to put a space between their bodies. To his horror, his cock stirred and an erection started. He tried to will it away, but as Beau raised a hand, pushed it over his shoulder, and leaned on the wall, enclosing him in intimacy, Lucian lost the battle. His cock strained against his pants and his heart hammered.
Beau’s face was so close now, and his voice a murmur.

“Lucian, I have this nagging urge to kiss you. Is that awful? I don’t know what I’m thinking of. Sorry.”

Lucian’s stomach clenched as desire burned through his balls. “Do you? Do it. Kiss me.”

Beau gently nudged Lucian’s nose with his own and slowly merged his lips on Lucian’s.

The soft lingering kiss just about drove Lucian crazy. He slipped his hand around Beau’s waist and rammed his hips against Beau’s hard body.
Little sounds escaped from his lips as Beau broke the kiss to breathe and then kissed him again.

Beau shifted his hand from the wall above Lucian’s shoulder to hold Lucian’s head. He drew away from the kiss. “This is so hot. I didn’t know. I never dreamed we could do this—well, I dreamed about doing it, but never expected we would.”

Lucian sighed with pleasure as Beau’s fingers tunneled in his hair. He could feel Beau’s erection through the fabric of their clothes and slowly pushed his aching cock onto Beau’s hard column. “Thank heaven for this closet because I’ve wanted you for so long and I had no idea we could be together like this. I can feel your hard cock through your pants and mine. Hell, I wish there was more space in here so that I could curl my fist around it. Talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling. I’m burning up from that kiss.”

Beau gasped and crushed Lucian’s lips with his own in a hungry kiss.

Lucian took the kiss and drifted his hands down from Beau’s waist to his ass. He grabbed Beau’s hard muscles and thrust his cock against Beau’s. There wasn’t much room for movement but that was perfect right then because the friction helped ease the ache in his cock as pre cum leaked onto his boxers. The kiss took his breath away. He groaned trying to keep his voice low.
“Fucking hell, Beau, I can hardly believe we’re doing this. It’s so amazing to discover you want me ... like this.”

Beau whispered. “Yes, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I thought you were straight. I’ve dreamed about touching you, kissing you, sucking the cum from you ... longed for your naked body pressed against mine ... Lucian, I ... I ... you mean everything to me. I’ve never wanted anyone else. I’ve never really been with anyone, just jerked off thinking about you.” He laughed softly. “Sorry.”

Lucian’s entire body reacted to Beau’s words. He thought he’d fall down if he didn’t come. He kept up the slow thrusts against Beau’s body trying to relieve the tension in his balls and cock. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve done the same. I jerk off thinking about you. The times I’ve seen you without a shirt have just about melted my insides. Right now, I’m so turned on I can’t think straight. My cock’s leaking.”

Beau kissed him so hard Lucian’s cock pulsed and a moan escaped him.

“Shush. I’m going to open your pants and try to help that situation.” Beau smiled against Lucian’s lips.

“Hell, Beau, I can’t believe this is happening. We’re in a broom closet. There’s no space. We’re crammed together.”

“I know. It’s so fucking sexy to be rammed up against you.”

Lucian’s thighs weakened and his ass clenched. He clung to Beau’s waist as Beau pushed a hand down between their bodies and fumbled the zipper of his pants down. Then Beau pushed his hand into Lucian’s boxers and grabbed his cock.

Lucian gasped and slammed his cock up into Beau’s palm. “I can’t believe you’ve always wanted me. It’s so ... so great.”

Beau whispered, his breath teasing Lucian’s mouth. “Believe it. If you can come, I want that ... I can’t do much more than hold you, and fucking hell, it’s hot touching you. Ram into my fist. Do that pushing movement you did with your hips when we kissed.” He kissed Lucian’s open mouth.
Lucian’s stomach muscles tightened so much, his balls lifted. The touch of Beau’s hand on his cock brought exquisite pleasure. He thrust his hips so that his cock went up into Beau’s curled fingers. The sheer bliss of Beau’s mouth on his and Beau’s hand on his cock rocketed pleasure through him. Lucian’s orgasm rolled over him, from his balls up through his cock in long delicious waves. He grabbed Beau’s ass and moaned onto Beau’s mouth amazed he’d come so fast.

“Shush...” Beau caught the sound in a kiss.

Lucian rested his forehead on Beau’s. “I have never felt anything so damn good. I’ve never come so fast. Are you close? Could you come in my hand?”

Beau still held Lucian’s cock. “I’m aching. I think one stroke of your fingertip would make me come. I can’t even describe to you how I feel right now. Being with you like this, it’s so fucking awesome, I’m surprised I haven’t spilled in my shorts.” He moved his hand from Lucian’s cock in a slow slide and pushed his arm around Lucian.

Lucian took the opportunity to fill the narrow gap between them with his own hand. He eased the zipper of Beau’s chinos down and opened the metal button at the top. Lucian ran his fingers down Beau’s cock over the hard column tenting in his underwear. He had to shift a little to the side to run his hand into the waistband, the broom handle knocked on his elbow, and then his fingertips met the head of Beau’s cock, velvet soft skin over the iron hard shape, the slit wet and slippery. Lucian breathed a soft moan as his own cock throbbed with pleasure.

Beau’s breath came in gasps feathering over Lucian’s mouth. “Fucking hell that feels good.”

Lucian pushed his tongue into Beau’s mouth as he grasped Beau’s cock and pumped. There was next to no space, but he slipped his hand up and down Beau’s cock and with every move, he slid his tongue on Beau’s. His entire body tingled with shocks of desire as Beau shuddered and his cum spurted over Lucian’s knuckles in warm streaks. Dazed with pleasure, Lucian rained soft kisses over Beau’s lips and jaw. “That was so sexy. It made my ass feel melted.”

Beau caught his breath with his face resting against Lucian’s face. He smiled, and then sighed and murmured softly. “I am so fucking glad we’ve found each other ... come out to each other ... but Lucian, I can never go back to being just a friend now I’ve kissed you. I can’t believe how it feels. You do know we’ve just had sex in a broom closet, in an art gallery, on our first PI job?”

Lucian smiled. “I know, and don’t worry I don’t think I could go back either ... to being only friends.” He gently let go of Beau’s cock and slipped his hand from inside Beau’s clothes. “We do need to dress and check out what’s going on. The place could be closed up by now.” He tried to zip Beau’s chinos up, but only got the zipper half-closed. He pulled his own pants zipper up.

Beau hit his elbow on the side of the closet as he tried to finish doing up his pants and widened his eyes at Lucian in alarm at the thud it made. Beau froze and listened.

Lucian listened, too. Nothing happened. No one flung open the door and discovered them.

Beau whispered again. “If the security alarm is on we’ll set it off by moving around in there. I saw sensors high on the wall in the main gallery.”

“I saw them. You know we could just leave by the back door and high tail it. If the alarm goes off, too bad—we’ve got the information we came for. We’d be long gone by the time the security firm or police arrived. We’ve taken nothing and if we close the door behind us, they will think it’s a false alarm.” He couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to Beau’s lips.

Beau drew away from Lucian’s face. “Okay, let’s get out of here, but pull your sleeve down over your hand so as not to leave prints on the door.”

Lucian hesitated and clutched at Beau’s arm.

“What’s wrong?” Beau stopped just as he tried to twist around and open the door.

“I need another couple of minutes. I feel like my legs are made of jello. You’ve reduced me to mush.”

Beau gazed into his eyes. “I’m the same. Don’t think I’m not.”

Lucian couldn’t help the smile that wreathed his face. “What kind of private investigators are we?”

Beau grinned. “Tired ones?”

“Yeah, let’s go, it’s been a long day.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Encompass Ink , All Rights Reserved
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Friday, June 1, 2018

He dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in fear of the beast. #MMromance #shifter #newrelease @GaleStanley @ChanglelingPress


Odd Man Out (Watchdogs 3) by Gale Stanley #MMM #Shapeshifters


BLURB

Ray and Jared were living the perfect life until Ray discovered his ability to shift. Now he dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in fear of the beast.

Remus is the only man who can help Ray control his inner wolf. But if they connect will Jared become the odd man out?

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EXCERPT

“Wake the fuck up! Come on, Ray, wake up.”

Jared gripped Ray’s upper arms and shook him again. No response. Nobody sleeps that soundly. For Christ’s sake, he looked catatonic, like the woman in The Fall of the House of Usher, who’s pronounced dead and then buried alive. Now Jared was scared. He considered throwing cold water on him, maybe calling for an ambulance. He shook Ray again.
  
Slowly, Ray opened his right eye. An explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye years ago.

“Jared?” Ray mumbled.
 
“Yeah, Jared. Were you expecting someone else?”

Ray looked around the room. He seemed confused.

“Snap out of it, man. I couldn’t wake you.”

“I'm awake. I’m awake.” Ray stretched. He looked like he wanted to go back to sleep.”

“You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry. I must have been dreaming.”

“Must have been some dream. There’s a wet spot on the bed.”

Ray checked the sheets. He looked surprised. “Sorry.”

“Forget it, Sexy.” Jared climbed into bed with him. “Tell me all the dirty details. I want to get off too.”

“You know I never remember my dreams.” Ray rolled out of bed. “I better change the sheets.”

Jared made a grab for him. “Later.”

Ray evaded him. “Look at the time, Jared.”

“You used to call me Baby?” Jared spoke more harshly than he intended.

“Fuck the sheets, and the time. We own the company. Let’s go in late. Better yet, let’s take the day off.”

“We can’t afford to close shop, even for one day. Too many P.I.’s in Jersey. The completion is killing us. ”

“We’re the new guys in town. All we need is a big profile case and the clients will be knocking our door down.”

“I hope so.” Ray headed toward the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower.”

“Come back, I’ll give you a tongue bath instead.”

The bathroom door slammed behind Ray. Worried, Jared lay back with his arms under his head. Ray never wanted to fuck anymore. He always had an excuse. I’m too tired. It’s late. I’m drunk. I have a headache.

The sex had been dwindling for months. Six months to be exact. Ever since Remus showed up and screwed up their lives. If he was just another man Jared could handle the competition, but Remus was larger than life, a superhero who’d come from Ray’s past to claim him.

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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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