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Thursday, 19 February 2015

#ReleaseDay Squeal - Under his Boss is here #mm @evernightpub #officeromance #bdsm

*excited squeal*

I'm so happy that you'll get to meet my boys today. Under his Boss started right here on this blog, and you can see the original Flashes here and here.

James and George grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let go until I told their story. I  had great fun getting to know these two, so without further ado I give you Under his Boss.



Blurb:
~Love is a precious thing~
When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.
George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.
Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.


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Ready for a little exclusive excerpt?

James has wanted his boss in like forever, but he's not going to give in that easily...

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 “Are you going to answer me? Are you even into men, or am I just some little experiment for you. An itch to scratch, before you—“
“No.” That one growled word sliced through the air, and James took a step back at the barely controlled fury in the other man’s ice blue gaze. Gone was the professional detachment George always showed in the office and James swallowed hard, when George yanked the tie he wore over his head and threw it on the desk next to the card. He opened several buttons on his shirt, as though he found it hard to breathe. The action exposed the strong column of his neck with his prominent Adams apple, which bobbed wildly as he swallowed hard. George screwed the card up in his fist, scowled at the crunched up paper in his hand, and dropped it back on the desk as though it had burned his digits.
“Damn it, have I ever given you the impression that I would treat you like that, James?”
There was a wealth of hidden emotion behind those few words, and James shook his head when his boss’s azure gaze connected with his. Fury, hurt, uncertainty, and some other much deeper emotion all chased each other in the depths of George’s eyes, like storm clouds on a summer’s day. They stared at each other for several tension filled moments, before James shook his head.
“No, you haven’t. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around this sudden change of attitude. You never once gave me any indication that you were even remotely interested. I thought this was all completely one sided on my part, and…”
His words trailed off when George smiled. The action lit up his handsome features, and James realized with a start that that was the first, truly open smile he had ever seen his boss give to anyone. This wasn’t just the obligatory quirk of the lips, reserved for everyone. No, this was an open, see right to the bottom of his soul smile that lit up his eyes. It chased away the brewing storm clouds in his gaze until only brilliant blue remained. George had to clear his throat several times before he spoke.
“So, you are interested then?” At James’s curt nod, George flopped down into the chair next to him, shut his eyes and blew out a huff.
“Thank fuck for that. I was beginning to think I’d made a complete fool out of myself, and completely misread you. I mean, it’s been a while since I did… well.” The most endearing blush spread over George’s sculpted cheek bones, and he leant forward in his chair, and rested his forearms on his thighs. The action only emphasized the width of his shoulders, as the fine linen of his shirt pulled tight across them and the rolled up sleeves shifted further up his strong arms. George wasn’t just the pampered pencil pushing son of a successful business man. His body spoke of the years he’d spent in the army, and he clearly still kept himself in tip top condition, despite being firmly entrenched in civilian life for the last year.
“How long has it been?” James asked, and George threw him a wry grin.
“A few years. Last time I was on leave and hooked up with this guy I met in a bar. I was drunk, and he hit on me, and… well, it was fun, let’s leave it at that. It also made me realize that the best sex I ever had has been with guys, and that I’ve been deluding myself to even entertain the notion of going straight, despite the old man.” George paused and sighed, and James rounded the desk and perched his butt on the edge of it. He reached out to touch the other man’s shoulder, and a shudder went through George’s frame. James too, gasped at the surge of connection that shot up his arm. He let his hand linger and stroked his fingertips along his boss’s collar. Warm, soft skin greeted him, and he trailed his hand higher, and giving into his earlier urge, ran his fingers through George’s hair, and brushed them through the thick mop at the top. George’s groan trembled through him and he brought his other hand up until he could frame the man’s face. George placed his hands over James’s and they simply locked gazes, drinking in the sight of each other, silently assessing, searching for the answers they sought.
It was James’s turn to groan when George stroked his hands up James’s arms. He traced the tat on his right biceps, and rolled his chair forward until his knees touched James’s legs.
“How far does this go?” George asked and the husky quality of his voice shot straight to James’s balls. His cock hardened to the point of pain, and he released his hold on George’s head, and hopped off the desk. It was put distance between them or give into the instinct to fuck his boss right here and now, and Nora would never forgive him, if they messed up his desk now. She was exasperated with the organized chaos he surrounded himself with as it was. Besides he had to work at this place come Monday morning, and there was no way he would be able to concentrate for toffee, if he had actual memories of taking his boss over his desk to contend with, rather than just wicked fantasies.
Besides, if it had been a while, then George deserved a gentle first fucking on a soft bed and with no chance of them being interrupted by anyone.
His cock jerked against its confines and James adjusted himself with a groan. He would have permanent zipper marks on his dick at this rate, and no doubt the wet spot on his boxer briefs would soon become visible on his jeans. Seeing George adjust himself through his trousers made him grin despite the discomfort. At least he wasn’t alone in his predicament.

Not that that knowledge was helping one iota, and James desperately searched for a safe topic of conversation in his head. George’s last question surfaced through his lust filled brain and he blurted out the answer.
“Dragon, it’s a dragon,” he said and George blinked in seeming confusion.
“What is?” he asked.                                      
“My tat. It’s a dragon. Spreads across my shoulders and back, and into my neck, and the tails wraps around my biceps.” He lifted his right arm to illustrate his point, and understanding dawned in George’s eyes.
“That must have hurt.”
James shrugged his shoulders and grinned.

“Like the fucking bitch, but it was worth it. I had it done when I came out. I thought it was fitting. You know, slaying the dragon and all that junk."
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Now, excuse me while I go back to bouncing in excitement!


Stay naughty, folks!

D xxx






Wednesday, 18 February 2015

#MWTease from Under his Boss “Coffee, shower, fuck, in that order.” #mm @evernightpub


Happy middle of the week to you, lovely peeps. You'll find me a tad excited today, because we're a day away from the release of Under his Boss.

*happy squeal*

So, naturally today's tease comes from this story. Enjoy!

If you're an author then why not sign up to join us next week. You can do so on Sandra Bunino's Blog here.

Ready for your tease?


“Happy New Year, boss.”
He put the tray on the night stand, and offered George two aspirin and the glass of water. George swallowed them and winced anew at the sandpapery quality of his throat. James grinned again—in sympathy George assumed—though it was difficult to determine through his blurry eyed vision and the brass band which seemed to have taken up residence in his head.
“Happy New Year.” George managed to croak those few words out and collapsed back on the bed with a groan. “I’m never drinking again.”
“Of course you won’t. Here, sit up, get your caffeine hit, and have a shower. You’ll feel better afterward, I promise.”
George glared at the other man through hooded lids, and decided there and then that James had to be some sort of sadist. No one was this happy first thing in the morning, and took this much delight in torturing another human being into sitting up. The clanging cymbals in his head all decided to bash together in discord and George groaned and held his head in his hands.
“Fuck.”
James’s amused snort joined in with the percussion instruments crashing against his skull and George screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Sadly we haven’t yet. I don’t think jerking off to images of you passed out in my bed counts as fucking you, and I do find myself most impatient to do so, so be a good boy, drink this coffee, and then for the love of God, shower, man.”
Amusement tinged those words, but there was an underlying edge that registered over the fuzz for brains in George’s head, and he cracked one eye open to look at James. The intensity of his gaze made him swallow, and all conscious thought fled out of his brain as James grasped his hands and wrapped them round the steaming cup of coffee.
“Coffee, shower, fuck, in that order.”                                                                                   
James winked at him, and George did as he was told. The slap to his ass as he stumbled off the bed and James pointed him to the bathroom, stung, and made his cock jerk. James noticed, of course and wrapped his hand around George’s shaft and pumped it a few times. Exquisite pleasure shot through George’s system, and he braced a hand on the wall to steady himself.
“Fuck, James, stop doing that, or I’ll never make it into the shower.”
James laughed, bit his shoulder lightly, released his cock, and swatted his ass again.
“Don’t be too long in there, or I’ll be forced to join you.”
George groaned and shook his head.
“Is that supposed to be a deterrent or a promise?” He didn’t catch James’s laughing reply, as he stumbled into the bathroom. By the time he managed to eventually relieve himself, wash his hands, and brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush he’d found propped up against the sink, he felt almost human. The warm stream of the power shower further revived him, and he stood and let the hot spray cascade over him. He wasn’t entirely surprised to hear the shower enclosure open and shut and he sucked in a breath when he opened his eyes. James stood with his back to him, and George got his first good look at James’s dragon. It covered his back, wings flapping wildly, and the art work was supreme. Over James’s broad shoulders, down his muscular back and into his delectable ass, George’s gaze followed the trail of ink, and giving into the need to touch the other man, he let his hands follow the trail of his visual inspection.
His cock reared back into life with a speed and force that left him lightheaded as James’s lust filled groan trembled through the confined space of their shower enclosure, and his lover’s muscles tensed under George’s fingertips.
“That’s fucking awesome, baby.” George ran his knuckles down James’s spine until he reached the globes of his ass. Squeezing the firm flesh he kneaded his lover’s butt cheeks and kissed down James’s back. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering in their confined space, but he managed to drop to his knees, and continue his path downward. James swore under his breath and slapped his hands on the tiled wall for support when George spread his lover’s ass cheeks and licked from James’s heavy balls upward to his anus.
James tensed and panted, when George tunneled his tongue through James’s ring of muscle while bringing one hand round to grasp his thick shaft.
“Fuck, George, you don’t have to… Jesus.”
James’s cock jerked and pulsed in George’s firm grasp, and those tight muscles guarding James’s rear entrance tightened around his tongue in involuntary clenches that told George in no uncertain terms how close James was getting. Anal play was something George had always enjoyed. The mere intimacy of the act showed how much you trusted the other person, and he withdrew slowly and growled his next words into James’s hairy thighs, while he fondled the man’s heavy balls.
“Turn round, baby. I want to taste you.”

Blurb:
~Love is a precious thing~
When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.
George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.
Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.




Releases Feb 19th and available for pre-order right now on Amazon.


Add it to your Goodreads TBR shelf



Do check out out all the other teasers taking part. You can find the link to all the other awesomeness on offer on Sandra's blog.


Stay naughty, folks.

D xxx

Monday, 16 February 2015

A Centaur's Solstice Wish #newrelease @SiobhanMuir #mm #fantasy

Happy Monday, peeps. I've got the awesome Siobhan Muir on my blog today. She's going to tell us about her new release and why love is love :-)

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LOVE is LOVE

Happy Monday…Yeah, yeah, I know it’s not your favorite day, but it’s the Monday after Valentine’s Day, the day of love. I know a lot of people call it a Hallmark Holiday, but it’s still a fun excuse to get the ones we love a little something to remind them.
Love is tricky business, as many well know, and can be full of all sorts of obstacles and fears. We wouldn’t have such success in writing romance novels if not (thanks for the conflict!). :D
But it can be even trickier when love happens between people who appear different than the traditional norm. Add to that the military and all sorts of difficulties crop up. Yay for the romance writer, not so much for the characters. Hey, it’s my job to torture them.
In our world, society teaches men they can’t show emotions, or they don’t have emotions or feel anything. They have to be the best soldier, player, defender, fighter, but not necessarily lover, family member, friend or spouse. Those things aren’t valued in society for men. And sweet glory forbid they love other men.
That’s just our world. In my newest tale, A Centaur’s Solstice Wish, the centaurs do value being the best soldier and the best protector out there, but their views on love are a little less rigid. While Sedgewick doesn’t talk about his attraction to Ronin with the other men, his reasons for keeping it to himself are different than in our world. Ronin is his commanding officer as well as being a gung-ho soldier, and Sedgewick just isn’t soldier material. No matter what he tries to do to impress Ronin, he falls short of the mark.
Fortunately for him, Ronin has noticed his other qualities, and I don’t just mean his sexy chest, shoulders, and buckskin hindquarters. Ronin likes Sedgewick’s deft touch when it comes to tending injuries out in the field, and his efficient doctoring skills, but he too has been circumspect about telling anyone his interest.
The best part is they both have the same Solstice wish - to find their heart’s desire. This is a sweet m/m romance, so if you’re looking for an erotic tale, this isn’t it, but it’s about the connection, realization, and satisfaction of love. Because love is love, no matter the bodies we wear.


Siobhan



BLURB
When making wishes on the Hunter’s star...

It will take more than wishes to improve Sedgewick Icetrotter’s Solstice. After being sent to the infirmary, again, for dislocating his shoulder while stringing his bow, he figures he’s got a snowball’s chance in hell to impress the centaur he loves. Until Corporal Ronin Creekjumper brings in two injured centaurs suffering from unusual insect bites, and Sedgewick knows how to treat them.

Ronin can’t believe his good luck when Sedgewick saves his men. It also gives him a chance to do more than light candles for his injured friend. Ronin takes the chance and invites Sedgewick to spend the Solistice holiday together. Just the two of them.

And a pack of hungry dire wolves who’d like to put Sedgewick on the menu. Who says Solstice can’t be exciting?


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A Centaur’s Solstice Wish
Copyright © 2015 Siobhan Muir
All Rights Reserved

Ronin had never been so glad to see his injured soldier in his life. Sedgewick Icetrotter constituted one of the worst soldiers he'd ever trained, but he'd shown determination and persistence despite his setbacks. When he'd dislocated his left shoulder trying to string a bow, Ronin had seen the defeat in the younger centaur's face along with the pain. Ronin's heart ached for him, but he'd kept his words to himself. No need to compound his shame.
Now Sedgewick stepped forward, arm in a sling, with more confidence Ronin than had ever seen him display, and some of his tension melted away. By the Goddess, let him be able to do this. Ronin rarely prayed, but he wanted the best for Sedgewick. The man had a gentleness and beauty Ronin had never seen in any other centaur, and some part of him wanted to preserve that. It would be ruined by fighting and war.
"What do we do, Sedgewick?" Bethany fixed her green-brown gaze on the buckskin stallion. "Do you know what caused the welts?"
"Yes, Master Bethany. They're called winter lace stars and they have a bad toxin that shuts down the organs if there are enough of them." Sedgewick ran his hands lightly over the welts on Navarro's arm and the man groaned. "We're going to have to make an antidotal salve and smooth it over each of them."
"Do you know what goes into the salve?"
"Yes. My granddam taught me." He grimaced and wouldn't meet Ronin's gaze. "The problem is I can't make it with only one arm."
 Ronin gripped Sedgewick's shoulder. "I'll help you. Just tell me what you need done and I can be your extra hands."
Both Bethany and Sedgewick gaped at Ronin for a moment. Hellfire, he'd surprised himself with the outburst, but he wouldn't go back on his offer. His men needed him and he'd do anything he could. And if you're really honest with yourself, you'd admit you want to spend a little time with Sedgewick.
Bethany was the first to recover. "Thank you, Corporal. That will be very helpful." She nodded to the injured men. "First, I'll need you to get these men stripped so we can see the extent of the damage."
Ronin stuffed his disappointment behind a sharp nod. "Will do."
"Good. Sedgewick, please show me what you need and let's get started."
While Ronin helped the other soldiers to undress Navarro and Colver, he kept Sedgewick in sight as the buckskin directed Bethany in a soft but sure voice. The men moaned when they lifted their shirts and armor, and he cringed in sympathy. Great, swollen welts spread across their backs from skull to tail, disfiguring them in red sores.
Medicinal scents accompanied the grind of a pestle against a mortar bowl, and Ronin turned just as Bethany called for him.
"Can you please grind this while I prepare the salve base, Corporal?"
"Yes, of course, Master Healer."
Ronin took the pestle as the human woman gave him a friendly smile and he tried to smile back, but Sedgewick's presence beside him made it difficult. Oh, for the love of Epona, I should be able to do one simple task. He bent to it, putting his strength and focus into the action of grinding the medicinal herbs. He almost jumped when someone laid a hand on his forearm.
"Firmly, but gently, Corporal. Marble isn't as good as the herbs for healing." Sedgewick's voice held amusement as well as warmth.
Heat blossomed across Ronin's cheeks and chest. "Forgive me, Sedgewick. My concern is with my men."
Sedgewick lost his smile and nodded, releasing Ronin. "Of course, Corporal. But if you grind them too much, they lose potency." Sedgewick nodded to the mortar. "I think they're ready. Bring them to the fire, please."
Ronin regretted his words immediately and cursed himself for a nervous fool, but dutifully followed the buckskin soldier and swept the crushed herbs into a pot of boiling water. Sedgewick nodded and stirred them with a soothing rhythm, his good arm flexing in ways that set Ronin's heart galloping. Sweet Goddess, what I'd give to feel his arms around me.
Ronin mentally balked at the uncharacteristically tender thoughts and shook his head. "Must you keep stirring?" The question came out harsh, but Sedgewick smiled.
"Yes. It's necessary to boil them down to their essences." He shrugged. "Long work, but worth the effort."
He stood beside Sedgewick, watching him stir the pot of herbs in a companionable silence. His motions added a level of comfort to Ronin's world, an unusual sensation, and one he'd sorely missed. It reminded him of times spent with his dam while just a wee colt, when she'd ruffled his hair and told him he'd someday find a mare of his own to stable.
Ronin mentally shook his head. Despite his mother's prediction, he'd never been interested in mares or mating. His focus had been on the military life with his brothers-in-arms. He'd striven to be the best soldier and leader to those who depended on him. It had been all he needed.
Until now.


About Siobhan

Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s latest release, A Centaur’s Solstice Wish, is the second story in her new Rifts series. She has published A Hell Hound’s Fire (a free read), The Beltane Witch, and Cloudburst Ice Magic in the Cloudburst Colorado series. Siobhan has also published Bronco’s Rough Ride and The Navy’s Ghost in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series, Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing.

Stalk Siobhan in these places:

Website: http://siobhanmuir.com
Blog: http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5760938.Siobhan_Muir

Sunday, 15 February 2015

#SexySnippets from Under his Boss "I need to fuck you, boss." #mm @evernightpub #comingsoon



Happy Sunday, folks. Did you hear me squeal during the week, when I was given a release date for Under his Boss? Yep, my first M/M story is coming to Evernight Publishing February 19th, so, naturally I had to take my snippets from this story.

To set the scene, they had just sexy time in the shower, but James wants more...


When George went to return the favor in washing James, he swatted his hands away.
“If you touch me now, this will all be over, and I want to come in your ass next.”
James growled the words in between kisses up and down his face, and George’s stomach hollowed out at the heated promise behind those words. “If you want me to that is,” James added and pulled away. Chest heaving with the effort to draw air into his lungs, George could only nod his assent, and James drew him into a hug that he never wanted to end.

“I know it’s been a while, so I’ll be gentle, but fuck me, I’ve been fantasizing about taking you for months now. I need to fuck you, boss.”


~Love is a precious thing~

When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.
George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.
Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.

Releases February 19th

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Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.



Saturday, 24 January 2015

How long will I love You #newrelease @IyanaJenna #mm #giveaway @evernightpub

I have a treat for you today. Iyana Jenna is here with a look at her new release How long will I love you, and she is doing a giveaway too!

Take it away, Iyana :-)

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First of all, I’d like to thank you for having me on your blog. It means a lot to me. I would like to share with you and your readers my main inspirations of this story.

One day, my dear friend Louis Stevens posted a video of a singer Gavin DeGraw on his Facebook account. It was lovely and I loved the singer’s song. Well, one of my favorite singers is Ed Sheeran and I told Louis it would be a dream come true if Ed sings together with Gavin. A moment later, voila! Louis posted a video of them both singing together! Long story short, How Long Will I Love You was born. The title of this story was from a song but it was another story altogether and it wasn’t sung by any of the men.

By the way, here is the video of Gavin and Ed performing together on stage. I totally fell in love with them. I got completely inspired. My story isn’t in any way a real story about them, though. Heh. I wish! :D






Now if you watch the video until the end, it was their hug that completely melted my heart. *sighs* And here are the real life Ed 


and Gavin.


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Blurb:
It might look weird for a musician to *fangirl* another musician, but Ed Finley didn’t give a damn. He adored and had a crush on singer and pianist, Gavin O’Malley—to the point of sticking O’Malley’s pin-ups all over the walls of his room. Ed thought his dream had come true when he was scheduled to perform together with his idol on stage.
Gavin O’Malley thought Ed was okay when they ended up being together that night. The night meant everything to Ed, while it was only another one-night stand for Gavin.
Ed decides to stay away while Gavin, after rejecting Ed, couldn’t stop thinking about the other man. Will Gavin get a chance to tell Ed his true feelings?

Excerpt:
As soon as he got to L.A., Ed realized the mistake he’d made. Everything reminded him of Gavin, especially the invites to small jam sessions and dinners with fellow artists. He’d tried to avoid them all, but Nina, his assistant, kept reminding him not to miss those occasions.
“Don’t you see that I’m a human being, too? I’m tired, okay?”
Instead of answering, Nina squinted at him before she thrust an envelope at him.
“What’s that?” Suspicion crept into his heart.
“A live awards ceremony. Music awards. Next week.”
“Oh.” He took the invitation and looked at the card. It was a national show and it was going to be aired live on a major channel. It was a big deal. He glanced back at Nina. “Am I a nominee or something?” That was impossible. He’d have found out right away if he was nominated in a category. “Or am I going to present an award? How did you get this invitation?” Nina knew very well this wasn’t his type of thing.
She chuckled softly. The traitor.
“Relax. I didn’t have to kiss someone’s ass or get down on my knees for this. You’re an online phenomenon, Ed. They knew they’d get more publicity if they had you at their show.”
Ed wasn’t particularly afraid of what Nina would do if she wanted something, though he did worry about her sometimes. She’d do anything to get the things she wanted. But this was going to be a huge event with hundreds of celebrities. It was harmless. Safe. Even if Ed saw him there, he could easily slip away and hide. He sighed.
“All right. I’ll go.”
“Yay. I’ll RSVP.”
Ed rolled his eyes as he turned his back on a delighted Nina, who was already on the phone.
The invitation ruined the plan he’d made. Without Nina’s knowledge, he’d made a reservation to rent a cabin on a vineyard resort he often went to in Northern California. He needed fresh air and a place to clear his head. He’d thought being in L.A. would help, but the feeling that he could run into Gavin in any corner of the city kept haunting him. The shame—Ed could not get rid of it. He was lucky Gavin hadn’t talked to a tabloid about how Ed Finley literally threw himself at him and thought he had a chance to be Gavin O’Malley’s boyfriend.
A week or so on the vineyard would do him good. Too bad Ed had to postpone it now. He took a shuddering breath and cooked up another plan. The minute he left the award show, he would be on his way to escape to Moonshine Valley.
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Nina walked ahead of Ed on the red carpet. He smiled inwardly at the sight of her—a diminutive figure, yet looking confident and ready to take any action Ed needed her to. Tonight she was lit up in her small, bright red dress with her golden hair tied up into a small chignon. She was pretty, Ed would give her that. He wouldn’t mind having her as his girlfriend if he liked girls. As it was, Ed didn’t mind taking her as his date tonight, though she might have minded if he’d insisted on going in his shirt and jeans.
“Ed!”
Ed jerked his head up. “Yeah?” He had been unaware of zoning out for a second there.
Nina gestured at him impatiently, so he headed toward her. She was standing near the velvet railing with a man on the other side of it who had a microphone in his hand.
“Hi,” greeted Ed. “How’re you doing?”
“Can you believe it? Louis Montague from the blog Louis’ Notes, himself! He wants to talk to you, Ed.” Nina sounded too chirpy for his liking, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion because the girl knew him well. He turned back to the man and offered his hand. Louis accepted and shook it hard.
“Ed Finley. It’s so great to finally see you.”
“Hi, Louis. Glad to see you too. I hope you like my songs.”
“Like your songs? I love them. They’re brilliant, man.”
“Come on.” Ed felt positively embarrassed. After all this time, he still couldn’t believe people actually listened to his work. He looked around and cursed silently when he found that Nina had disappeared.
“I’m serious. They’re emotional and fans really relate to them. I can’t stop listening to them. What’s coming up next from you?”
“Um.” Ed scratched his head, then promptly removed his wandering fingers. He’d spent more time than was necessary trying to tame his red curls, and he knew Nina would scold him for ruining them. “I write songs every night or between shows. I can’t stop the ideas from coming into my head. They keep bugging me until I write them down.”
“Sounds so easy for you.”
“Oh no, not at all. They’re raw ideas and thoughts. Mostly I still have to find the right tune for them, not to mention the lyrics and the music arrangements. Half of the raw ideas I have had have ended up in the garbage bin. Only half became full songs and just one or two of them get to be produced.” Ed thought he heard Louis mutter something. “Excuse me?”
Louis shook his head. “Nah. Just—if I tried to write songs, they would all get dumped.”
Ed snickered. “You don’t know that. You should try writing someday if you get an interesting idea.”
“I’d rather listen to yours, thanks.” Louis smiled widely. “So are you going to present an award tonight?”
“No. I’ll just sit tight and sweet in the audience. My pretty Nina did a good job finding me a place in there. She—” Ed waved sideways and stopped short. He gaped and his breathing became erratic. He hadn’t expected anyone to be standing next to him, to be so close to him, like…like…
“Hi, Ed.”
Like Gavin.

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Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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Thursday, 8 January 2015

Breeding Seth #newrelease @JaceyHolbrand #mm #mpreg @evernightpub #rotg

Hello peeps. My first guest for the New Year is the lovely Jacey Holbrand with her hot new m/m release Breeding Seth.



Blurb:

Evan Zenas and Seth Trivos had a tumultuous start to their relationship which has finally mellowed out. But now, something is wrong with Seth. Concerned for his health, Evan convinces his boyfriend, Seth, to see the doctor, and the prognosis is alarming.
    Seth is pregnant.
    The mystery is how.
    Not only is their relationship at stake due to the life altering news so is Seth's life.

Be warned: m/m sex, anal sex, male pregnancy


Adult Excerpt :

He removed Evan’s cock from the confines of the clothes and then rubbed their dicks together.
Evan leaned his forehead on his. “God, Seth, I love how that feels.”
“I do too, but what I’d really like is to feel your hot, moist mouth wrap around my cock.”
Reaching out, Evan grabbed the top of Seth’s shorts, sweeping his fingers between the material and his skin. A devilish grin graced Evan’s face as he yanked and pulled down Seth’s shorts.
Not only did Evan rouse his libido in all sorts of sexy ways by just being him, Seth felt free, as light as the few fluffy white clouds in the sky. He stepped out of the clothing at his feet, delighting in the way Evan’s gaze roamed over his body.
As if knowing it was being viewed, Seth’s cock bobbed. Evan pushed his legs apart, knelt down on the red sand and situated himself in front of Seth. Lightly grasping Seth’s penis, Evan bent forward and kissed it, then licked under its rim, circling the hard length a few times. Blissful tingles raced along Seth’s cock then swept out along all his nerves. He sucked in a stream of air. “Zen, quit being a tease and suck it already.”
“You got it.” Evan slid Seth’s cock into his mouth and drew on it.
Seth clasped the back of Evan’s bald head and held him in place. As Evan sucked on him, he tilted his head back and gazed up at the radiant blue sky. A breeze blew through the canyon, whipping around them and the rocks. The air had a bit of chill to it, but the warmth of the sun and the heat of Evan’s mouth suckling on his cock immediately counteracted the nip he’d felt.
So far, the tryst was living up to his fantasy. The sun toasting his skin. The air teasing his body. Completely naked in public with the chance of getting caught. And all with the man he’d had a crush on in his youth, the man of his dreams.
Evan slurped off his dick and licked the length of his cock, rimming the lip of its head. Seth looked down at him.
“I love how you give head, Zen.”
“I love how you taste.” Evan winked and went back to engulfing Seth’s cock.
Taking in a deep breath, Seth bent his head back again. His gaze fell upon a pair of eyes staring down at them from atop another wall of rocks.

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Jacey Holbrand believes love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share those kinds of stories with readers.
Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.
Jacey loves to hear from readers! eMail her: JaceyHolbrand@gmail.com

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Saturday, 27 December 2014

Brit Boys: On Boys #comingsoon #mm #boxset

Happy Saturday, lovely peeps. If you love some good old mm loving, then I have a treat for you today. Read on :-)





Due for release on 30th December, Brit Boys: On Boys, a collection of 8 M/M novellas written by 8 top British M/M authors. This smokin’ hot box set is initially available at the bargain price of 99c/99p, that’s a steal for 147,000 words/440 pages of unforgettable M/M erotic romance that will leave your eReader, and you, burning up.



Brit Boys: On Boys

From east to west and north to south, these British boys are having a blast in and out of the bedroom with the men of their dreams. They’re topping and bottoming from London to Cardiff, living out fantasies in the wildest fells and hooking up while serving HRH Queen Elizabeth II.

With passion and lust the name of the game, nothing is off limits. Throw in honed muscles, high-strength testosterone and an accent to die for and there is nothing they can’t do and no one they can’t get in this world or another.


Bodywork
By Ashe Barker

Alex is doing okay. His body repair shop makes enough to live on, he has a decent apartment, life is fine. That all changes when he runs into Graham in a supermarket car park - literally. He offers to fix the damage to Graham’s car free of charge. The sparks soon fly, and the heat between them has nothing to do with welding equipment.

Breaking the Marine
By M.K. Elliott

Brandon Rosen hadn’t planned for his final night before enrolling in the Royal Marines to involve a hot stranger and a pub car park. And he certainly hadn’t planned for that same hot stranger to turn up at the barracks in the form of his Drill Instructor, Corporal Will Stewart. In the testosterone fuelled environment of the training camp, can Brandon and Will overcome past pains and face up to what they really want? Or will the Royal Marine Commando School break their relationship before it even gets started?

Love on Location
By Lucy Felthouse

When Theo Samuels heads off to film on location in the village of Stoneydale, he's expecting drama to take place on camera, not off. But when he meets gorgeous local lad, Eddie Henderson, he struggles to ignore his attraction. A relationship between the two of them would be utterly impractical, yet they're drawn together nonetheless. Can they overcome the seemingly endless hurdles between them? Or is their fling destined to remain as just that?


Landscapes
By K D Grace 

Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?

The Chase
By Lily Harlem

Steve's killing time working in a comedy club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the clientele and the comedians are not just fit but also great company. One stand up joker decides to create a wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert. Cavorting around Cardiff on a frosty night, however, does more than just show them the way to a threesome, it also reveals the reasons why they should give each other one more shot.

Dish of the Day
By Clare London

Richie’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in south London promoting British ingredients and recipes. His best friends Craig and Ben should be around to help him celebrate the grand opening, but it looks like it’s all heading for disaster - until his friends step in to tell him some home truths. Then they’ll help him relax and enjoy their loving, intimate menu instead.                   

E2
By Sarah Masters

When Archie meets Dan after The Change, he realises there is no such thing as a random meeting of soul mates, it's all mapped out in the stars. Now all he's got to do is hope those orbiting planets stay in alignment and true love finds him again.

Locked Out
By Josephine Myles

Getting accidentally locked out of his hotel room on Valentine's Day night is embarrassing enough for teacher Martin Cooper, but the fact he's stark naked makes it even worse. It doesn't help that the one person he runs into is Rod, the gorgeous man he'd been checking out earlier in the hotel pool. But when Rod offers Martin a refuge, the night heats up. Now if only Martin could get the hang of this seduction business...

Find out more and pre-order your copy at Brit Boys: On Boys.



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