Showing posts with label Leah Blake. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Meet Rogue, Sinn's Rebel in Tempt Me Not

Tempt Me Not 
Boys of Sinn Island 4
by Leah Blake
an Erotic MM Romance
from Siren/Bookstrand
Rogue Galliston has never been a one-man’s man. An endless stream of lovers with no permanent attachment was his way of life until he found himself in bed with Cory Anderson. Where emotions were supposed to be nothing but a word, Cory ignites something inside him that he can’t live without.
A month has passed since that fateful night when he envisioned a future and watched it shatter all within an hour.  He hasn’t been able to garner up enough nerve to explain the events to Cory until a bet is proposed to him.  Rogue has one week to reclaim Cory as his lover.  For Rogue, the ultimate prize would come with earning Cory’s forgiveness.

Cory hasn’t been able to get Rogue out of his head. He tries to fight the wild attraction they share for each other, but quickly succumbs to his deep-rooted affection for Sinn’s rebel. Unfortunately, someone isn’t happy about their reunion, and will stop at nothing to destroy their rekindled happiness.



Rogue stood outside the white door, battling the unease in his stomach and the vigorous pace of his heart. He brushed a hand over his wild waves and cast a glance around the complex. Most of the employees were doing details or tending to their daytime jobs. Only a handful—those who would pull all-nighters at Breakers—were hanging around the pool or killing time with some billiards or cards.
If he were about to walk into a self-made disgrace, then he’d be spared the embarrassment of being seen.
Rogue knocked on the door and waited a long, tenuous moment, tapping the side of his leg with his fist. Working off this tension was a bitch. He didn’t suffer anxiety, not ever. He’d learned at a young age that it fucked with the mind. Do now, think later. That was his motto.
And it got him into this goddamn mess.
Rogue groaned and lifted his knuckles to the door.
“Knock all you want.”
Rogue spun and came face to face with Cory. His sunglasses covered his eyes, and the virile emotions Rogue knew those dark lenses protected. He’d caught a glimpse of that emotion earlier when he met Cory’s gaze a split moment before he realized the man was injured. Mason and he arrived at the beach as James dragged the woman away from the water, and an apparent rescue.
Cory popped another fry into his mouth from the plate in his hand and chewed. Rogue swallowed hard, the sight of his jaw moving, drawing out the hollows of his cheeks, gave him an instant hard-on, until the man shouldered past Rogue and slipped into his room. Rogue’s gaze dropped to the white bandage covering a nice stretch of tanned, muscled thigh.
“Came by to see how you’re doing,” Rogue said. The snap of the lock drew his attention back to Cory’s rugged face. The man pushed open the door and stepped in his room without as much as a glance.
“Fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
Rogue caught the door with a splayed hand as Cory kicked it shut. “Wait. I was hoping to talk.”
“’Bout what?” Cory tucked the toe of his sneaker behind the door, keeping Rogue out of his room. “Not much to talk about.” He scrunched his nose. “Ah, I’m feeling a little drowsy. They gave me some pain medicine, you know? Makes you tired.”
“Come on, Cory.” He curled his fingers around the door and lifted his sunglasses. He wanted Cory to see he was sincere. “Please?”
“Come on, Rogue.” He chewed on another fry. “Seriously?”
Rogue groaned and rolled his eyes to the sky. The man had a way of using mockery in an innocent fashion. When any other man’s retorts like that might piss him the hell off, Cory’s even-toned words made himworry.
The bet was incentive to mend the wrongs he’d caused, or at least explain to Cory why that other guy was in his room.
Like I should’ve done that night.
Time was scar tissue. The longer it went on, the thicker it became.
“Listen, I want to apologize.” Rogue pinched his chin. “It wasn’t all what it looked like.”
Cory’s lips stretched in a mock frown. A small crease formed in his forehead as he nodded thoughtfully.
“I suppose not,” he said.
Another fry went into that mouth of his, a mouth Rogue wanted so desperately to kiss again.
“But hey, I tend to make a big deal out of little things. You taking it in the ass from some other guy not an hour after you took me, in the scheme of things, really isn’t anything. Neither was the invite to stay the night.”
Fuck me ten times over.
The nonchalant tone Cory laid out those brutal facts delivered a vicious blow to his gut.
“Cory, I’m sorry. It wasn’t…That guy wasn’t…”
“You don’t owe me an apology.” Cory grinned—the most insincere grin if he’d ever seen one—and patted his face like he was a damn kid. “You were a good lesson learned. A lesson I won’t be taking again.”
Rogue watched the door slam shut, leaving him to stare at the white wood in absolute astonishment.
* * * *
Cory dropped his lunch on the table next to his sunglasses and rubbed his face with both hands. His stomach churned from the unexpected encounter. The last person he thought he’d see knocking at his door was Rogue. He reached the third floor of the complex, caught sight of the guy staring at his door, contemplating. Cory had turned to go back down the stairs and hide in the employee lounge when he heard the knock.
He hadn’t been the one to go knocking on Rogue’s door, and that was one reason he decided to confront the man.
Seeing him up close again was his reward for not barreling back down the stairs. He’d been too quick to be stoked by the man’s rough around the edges looks and equally rough attitude. Cory was a glutton for a dangerous man, a risky man, and Rogue came stock full of both winning characteristics.
He wasn’t expecting one night to connect with him on a basic level, one that somehow embedded into him viscerally. Every time he laid eyes on Rogue, that proverbial wire shocked his heart into some skewed fluttering rhythm and left his stomach to the butterflies.
And wouldn’t he know—Cory glanced at the prominent bulge in his shorts—the man made him hard every damn time. 
He stood in his room, lost. His leg throbbed, the anesthetic finally wearing off. He had a bottle of pain meds sitting on his counter that he had no intention of using. He hated pills. After his night with Rogue, he hated alcohol too. He should’ve never fallen for that man, especially only having been on Sinn for a weekend. He was the newbie, and he learned a very newbie lesson.
Now, he was stuck, working within the same vicinity as his one-night-stand, spending three nights a week a floor above the man, even if they were on opposite sides of the complex. He saw Rogue every day, every damn day. The handsome asshole was a potent reminder of his naivety. A brutal reminder that it only took one night for feelings to infuse into his mind.
Strong enough to take the situation he walked into like a knife to his gut.


He didn’t want slow or tender loving. He wanted the basic, primal take and claim. He wanted to know Rogue needed him, and that he willingly gave himself to his lover. With nothing about Sinn tainting their time together, no sneaking around or avoiding rumors and bets, they could be themselves.
“Where”—Rogue gasped between a kiss—“to go?”
Cory pulled back long enough to point to his bedroom. Rogue’s arm came around his neck, holding him tight, sealing their mouths hard. His hand wrapped around Cory’s engorged cock and stroked him slowly as they stumbled toward the bedroom, bouncing off the walls. Cory clung to Rogue, following his lead until the man pushed him back.
The soft mattress caught him splayed out for Rogue’s hungry gaze.
“Please tell me you have supplies, ‘cause I don’t,” Rogue said. “Roll on your stomach.”
Cory obeyed, staying off the stitches still in his leg. Thankfully, his ribs were feeling better. He’d need his strength to survive this evening.
“Knees under you.”
Cory pulled his knees up under his body. “I’ve got lube and condoms in my bathroom. The medicine—aw fuck!”
Rogue’s tongue circled his anus, teasing the nerve endings around his sphincter. A tremor shot through him as he jerked forward. He closed his eyes, his fingers digging into the cover on his bed.
Then the man pressed his tongue against his perineum and licked him through his seam, ending the journey with a possessive bite on his ass.
“Be right back. Don’t move,” Rogue said.
Cory couldn’t help pushing onto his elbows and watching Rogue’s naked frame disappear in his bathroom. He listened to the medicine cabinet open and things shuffle around.
When the door closed, Cory resumed his position. Aluminum tore and lube squirted from a tube.
“Tell me what you want, Cory,” Rogue said. His fingers slid along his anus, spreading the cool lube. His fingertips gently pressed into his body.
“I want you to take me. Don’t be gentle. We can be gentle later,” Cory said, the last word coming out on a whimper as Rogue’s fingers slid deep. “Ohhh.”
“If I didn’t need to be inside this, baby, I’d take pleasure in eating your ass. That little tease made you jump. You like it?”
Rogue scissored his fingers. His appendages stroked his prostate.
“Yes,” Cory hissed, sitting back on his hand. If Rogue kept it up, he’d burst with a few more of those tantalizing strokes.
“Next time.” His fingers slid away from his rectum. The bed sagged between his legs and Rogue nudged the head of his cock against Cory’s opening. “Show me how you want me to take you.”
Cory pushed up on his hands and looked over his shoulder. Rogue’s tiger eyes watched him, his hair falling around his shoulders. His hands wrapped around Cory’s hips, but he didn’t move to get inside. Instead, he arched a brow.
“I’m waiting.”
Cory eased himself back, filling his ass with Rogue’s thick cock. He moistened his lips, giving his body time to adjust to the size of his lover. A deep, reverberating sound poured out of Rogue, his fingers tightening against his hips.
“Ah, yes, baby. I remember your body so well. You need to take me slowly,” Rogue murmured. Cory continued to accept more and more of Rogue until his rear connected with his lover’s hips.
“Nice, Rogue,” Cory whispered. He clenched Rogue tight, his muscles taut. His body was made to accommodate this man and give the ultimate pleasure. “Honey, you need to take over. I–I can’t.”
“I was hoping I could watch you ride me.” Rogue drew out and thrust back in. Cory sucked in a weak gasp. “Would you like to ride me, baby?”
“God yes. Yes.”
Rogue stroked him again, teasing his humming prostate. He dropped his head between his arms and met each thrust with a backward motion of his rear.
“I’m not hurting you? You were tight our first night. You’re still a little tighter than I’d like to claim you like a wild animal.”
Cory crawled forward, sliding himself off Rogue. He turned around and grabbed his lover, pulling him onto the bed. He’d get what he wanted one way or another. If it meant climbing on top of Rogue, seating himself back on his cock, and taking him with the quick, rough poundings he so desperately needed….well, that’s what he did. He braced his hands on Rogue’s thighs and bounced, each impalement striking his gland. He tightened his muscles around Rogue’s cock, getting as much pleasure out of his lover’s taut expression as he did from the direct stimulation.
Rogue grabbed the lube he’d left on the bed and squirted another dollop on his fingers. With a feral sneer, he grabbed Cory’s cock and began to pump his erection. The dual stimulation made Cory falter several times, losing his rhythm as the heat in his sac stirred and stretched upward.
Rogue flipped him onto his back and took over, fucking him with long, full strokes.
“Sweetheart. Shit. Damn,” Cory cussed. He was losing his grip, losing his place in this conscious state. He writhed beneath Rogue, reaching for that something more, that little nudge he needed for the ultimate explosion. Balanced precariously on that wall between torture and bliss, he grabbed Rogue’s head and pulled him down for a devouring kiss.

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Friday, August 15, 2014

7 Sexy Summer Lovin' Manlove Authors, Day 2

Summer Lovin'
(Manlove Style)
Aug. 14-17
Welcome back to another day of Summer Lovin'!  We have an awesome line-up today!! On the Book Club Forum, we have areas for all different genres.  The GLBTQ area is called the Rainbow room and we encourage you to visit and discuss your favorite reads. 
  We will have 28 authors over 4 days on the blog --  Each author donating to the Grand Prize, so check out their posts for prizes.  Come back each day for more chances to enter. You can see Day 1 blog posts here.
We will also have 20 authors over 2 days at our FB party Summer Lovin' with Manlove Authors on Aug. 16-17.  Please join us and chat with these great writers!

Pack of Lies
 by Lucy Felthouse
An Erotica Romance w/ Werewolves
from Ellora's Cave Twilight
**Lucy is giving away  an ecopy of winner's choice from her backlist**


Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.

Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.

As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.

Inside Scoop:  This book contains sizzling scenes of both M/M and M/F sex.



As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”

Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.

“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.

“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”

“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”

“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”

An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”

The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look. You and Isaac are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”

“Isaac has to work, he just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”

“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”


Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble, or at the very least inconvenience, for him and his brother.

Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”

Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go with him to check it out.”

Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”

Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up with him.”

“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”

Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I find out.”

Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”

Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he tutored his older brother.

“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first then, eh?”

Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous night, before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket and made his way downstairs.

Retrieving his keys from the hook by the front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”

“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”

“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had been extinct in England for over five hundred years.


Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:


Riding the Whirlwind
Strength of the Pack series
by Joy Lynn Fielding
Joy will be chatting at the FB event
on Sat., Aug. 16, 1-2 pm EST
**Joy is giving away an ecopy of winner's choice from her backlist**
 Five years undone in just five days.
 Dave Mitchell and Christian Taylor are on a mission from their alpha—to discover what happened to a pack of Argent shifters thirteen years ago. Away from their pack and out of their usual routine, they find underlying tensions in their relationship coming to the surface. 
When their investigation leads them to the resident pack, Christian seeks respite from his demons by throwing himself eagerly into the cage-fighting ring the pack runs. He knows Dave hates him to fight, but he also knows Dave will understand. Dave always understands.
But when Dave meets a kindred spirit among the pack members, all Christian’s certainties come crashing down around him. It becomes clear that their relationship might not survive this. And when things between them reach crisis point and the local pack gets involved, it may prove to be the death of more than just their relationship.  
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Rock Hard
Rock Stars 1
by Andrew Jericho
Andrew will be chatting at the FB event
on Sat., Aug. 16, 5-6 pm EST.
**Andrew is giving away an e-book copy of "Rock Hard" (Rock Stars 1). **

[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Multiple Partner Romance, M/M/M/M/M, intersex hero, cross-dressing, consensual BDSM elements, sex toys, HEA for M/M/M/M]
Adam Cole, David (Deuce) Cole, L.T. Jamison, and Jamie Cain, members of an ’80s-style glam band, Rock Hard, are struggling with Deuce’s alcohol addiction. The substance abuse is not only threatening the band’s success, but the marriages that he shares with each man.  The closeness and sense of family that the band has experienced with Deuce has now turned into dysfunctional chaos.
So when band physician, Dr. Zane Foster, discusses an agreement with the group, front man Adam Cole cannot refuse. After all, it has to be out of love that Adam would agree to such a deal. Not only is Deuce struggling with his own secrets, drinking most days to the point of intoxication, but Adam reveals a hidden attraction that only adds to the tension building within the band.
Rock Hard explores intimacy, unconditional love, and trust in the face of emotional heartbreak.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Story Excerpt
“OK, what is it?” Adam asked, approaching Deuce in the hallway outside his bedroom. “It’s after midnight! You’re going to wake Jamie, plus L.T., if you haven’t already!”
“I’m just trying to have a good time, too!” Deuce responded sarcastically as he blared one of his signature riffs.
“You’re drunk again. I can smell it! I can’t talk to you like this!” Adam said, turning to walk away. “Go to bed and sleep it off!”
“Fuck, I obviously can’t sleep it off in our bed! Or maybe it’s just become your bed now? Well, all except for that fucking little bitchwho’s sharing it tonight! Then you have the balls to send me off to the guest bedroom whenever you want to fuck him!”
“I see you’ve been drinking whiskey, too!” Adam said, crossing his arms across his bare chest, glancing briefly at the half-empty fifth on the hall table. “It makes you loud, and mean!”
“No, Adam! I’m loud and mean because of the little bitch in our bed!” Deuce responded with a heavy slur in his speech. “I can guarantee you wouldn’t like my definition of bitch! Maybe whore would be more appropriate!”
“Deuce, you’ll always be my first love. Why are you so blind that you can’t see that?”
“Shhh, better not say it too loudly! We wouldn’t want the little bitch or the bastard to hear?”
“They already know my feelings for you, Deuce! I don’t keep secrets!”
“Yeah, the bastard already knows Deuce!” A third voice spoke from a door a few bedrooms down. “Go to bed, you’ve said enough for tonight!”
“Shut the fuck up, L.T! This is between Adam and me!”
“Not when you’re disturbing everyone else,” L.T. replied. “Besides, you’re hurting Adam with your behavior.”
As the tall, dark-haired drummer moved closer to Deuce, Adam noticed that he was immediately taking charge of the situation. While his anger flared for Deuce, his love continued to flourish for L.T. Jamison. It always struck Adam as odd that the two men could be very similar in appearance, but so different in personality.
“Now go to bed, Deuce!” L.T. repeated.
Deuce and L.T. were almost the same height, six-foot-three. They stood at least three or four inches taller than himself and Jamie. Dark-brown hair and dark eyes were probably their best features. The only real difference in appearance between the pair was that Deuce’s hair flowed straight to the middle of his back, while L.T.’s curly locks stopped at his shoulders.
As for their personalities, Deuce was dominate, high-strung, jealous, and had been fighting his addiction to alcohol for almost a year. It had been a rough journey not just for Deuce, but for them all. His drunken episodes had resulted in hateful, bitter words, and had been the cause of the band being asked to leave their hotel room during a performance in Chicago last week. L.T., or dom, his partner’s public name and private title for when they were alone swirled through his mind, as he compared his personality to the drunken stupor of a man in front of him.
L.T. was dominant, but he did it in the much the same way that Adam dominated Jamie. Adam quickly gave it the name of tender control. In L.T.’s arms, he became a sub, or at least that’s the word that L.T. used when he was beneath his partner. They had never really entered into the BDSM lifestyle, but frequently used titles of dominance and submission. No one but L.T. knew about Adam’s private preferences with his drummer.
The remainder of L.T.’s personality was something that Adam had sought solace in more frequently in the last year, as Deuce grew further away. While Jamie opened up to him, Adam found himself confiding to L.T. in much the same way. In the tender moments after lovemaking, L.T. would hold him quietly as he talked about what he felt was a failing and worn-out marriage with Deuce.
“I don’t take orders from you, or Adam!” Deuce yelled, pulling Adam from his thoughts. “As a matter of fact, I was thinking about going to bed in my room! That way I could fuck the hell out your little gay boy, Adam! Little bitch likes it rough!”
“Adam, go wait for me in my room.”
“L.T., I can handle this—”
“I know you can handle it, Adam, but you shouldn’t have to. He’s hurt you enough in the past year.”
“Sharing our relationship problems with him, Adam? Is it not enough that you fuck him, too?” Deuce replied sarcastically.
“Deuce, your attitude is affecting all of us! Remember, we’re a family! Sometimes I don’t think you comprehend that! After you sleep it off we’re going to have a private discussion, and then we’re going to talk to Jamie and L.T.”

Adult Excerpt:
Adam pushed the knee-length gown up around Jamie’s waist, as he teased his partner’s hole, moistening the entry with lube.
“I don’t fuck you. We make love, surrounded by our commitment, in the warmth of my bed. I think we’re always bonding, regardless of where our bodies are.”
“So romantic, Adam,” Jamie moaned.
“That’s why I’m the front man. I have a natural ability to woo people with my voice and my words. It seems to work pretty well on your fine ass, too.”
“Shit, Adam!”
“What, little bitch? Is this what you wanted?” Adam murmured, gently slipping two fingers simultaneously into his partner’s ass. “Another part of our lovemaking routine is making sure that you’re completely aroused and ready to be penetrated. Holy shit, you’re still so tight!”
With Jamie cuddled close, it was easy for Adam to slip his arm under his partner’s knees, bending his legs back, “Now you’re in the right position.”
“For what?” Jamie asked innocently rubbing a finger across his bottom lip.
“My hard cock, little bitch.”
Feeling the warmth and tightness of Jamie’s ass opening around his fingers, sent a rush of desire through Adam’s veins. As his lover’s cavity expanded, the smoothness of the internal flesh was going to feel damn good around his dick. It was as if every drop of his own blood was pumping toward his cock, filling his hard erection. Adam’s swollen rod was only half of the evidence of his love for his partner, the other was Jamie’s pleasure. Much of Adam’s orgasm would result from his dominate lead. Just hearing his lover’s sexually submissive words was sometimes all it took to deposit a load of cum into Jamie’s ass.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Adam. I always do.”
“Why did I know those sweet words were next?” Adam asked as he continued to swirl his fingers inside Jamie’s body trying to loosen the tight cavity. “I’m always so afraid that I’m going to hurt you. That’s why I make sure my little bitch gets his extra attention.”
Adam pulled his fingers out, applying more lube. Reinserting them, he added a third digit. Instead of moving in a swirling motion, Adam was now stretching his partner’s flesh in sideway scissors. Jamie’s long blond hair was fanned in waves across the pillow. He not only looked the role of a submissive bottom, but expressed his pleasure like one, too, with soft erotic moans and whimpers. So when Jamie began to tug at Adam’s dirty blond hair that was falling into his face, three fingers increased to four.
“What? I know I’m not hurting you. There’s too much slick for that. Besides, I think your feelings for me are taking over now. I know what I feel, baby. I love you.”
Nodding Jamie replied, “Fill me with your love, like my heart has filled you.”
“Holy shit, little bitch! You keep talking like that and I’ll be spraying my cum all over your stomach before I ever get a chance to do it against your prostate,” Adam continued while he quickly applied lube to his cock.
Adam covered Jamie’s body with his own, wrapping his partner’s legs around his waist, “In my book, this is the most romantic and submissive position that I could ever get you in. Don’t forget to breathe, baby. Relax.”
“I’m too excited!”
“That’s obvious,” Adam responded as he began to slowly caress Jamie’s rigid dick.
“Put it in!” Jamie whined, thrusting his hips against Adam’s body.
“I thought I’d make you beg a little. Maybe I’ll let the sexual tension build between us. It’s always so fucking hot watching you become aroused.”
“Dammit, Adam! Put your hard dick inside me, now!” Jamie said slightly above a whisper hissed into Adam’s ear.
“In a minute, impatient little bitch,” Adam whispered back still rubbing Jamie’s shaft, feeling his partner’s pre-cum coating his hand. “We’ve got all night, it’s barely ten. In a few days we will have reached a milestone. Five years is very special to me.”
Jamie continued to grow restless beneath him, as Adam stopped teasing. He pulled his partner close, removing a gold band with five diamonds from a finger on his other hand.
“Why did you stop, Adam?”
“To give you this. Now open your eyes. I brought it to bed with us because this is where we really connect. In my bed is where I first got you to open up to me, remember?”
Adam watched Jamie’s expression as he laid the band in the palm of his lover’s hand.
“It’s beautiful, but I didn’t need this as proof of your love,” Jamie replied, smiling. “I’m already your partner.”
“Partners? We’re deeper than that, and you know it. I still remember that afternoon when Deuce and I were holding auditions. First you, and then L.T., walked into our lives.
“I love all of you, but there is just something—”
“Special between us,” Adam interrupted. “I can’t explain it either.”


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The Keepers series

by Jess Buffett
Jess will be chatting at the FB event
 on Sat. Aug. 16, 4-5 pm EST
**Jess is giving away 1 copy each of Cupid's Time and Loving His Cowboy**


Cupid’s job is to help find true love for others, but it's a hard job to do when he’s in love with a man who barely acknowledges his existence.  Fighting his own desires, he is ready to give up all emotions just to avoid the pain of not having the respect of the one that holds his heart, let alone craving his love.
The Keepers can find their soul mates among each other, but Cupid is young compared to the one who is meant for him.  However, when violence strikes close to home for the Keepers, Cupid is needed to help in the healing process, but only if the soul mates acknowledge their love will the healing begin. 
Is Cupid in time or will time finally run out?  Leaving the one who brings couples together, alone and emotionless for all of eternity.
Known to most as Mother Nature, Nate is used to people not understanding him.  However, nothing shocks him more than when his mate and fellow Keeper refuses to claim him.  Hurt hundreds of years ago, Nate now finds himself faced with the option to forgive and forget or hold on to the hurt and live the rest of his very long life—without a mate. 
Two hundred years ago Harry, the Easter Bunny, made a deal that has haunted him every one of those days.  A deal which cost him his happiness.  Harry looks over the contract again and realizes he may have missed something essential within its meaning.  However, now armed with the answers he still faces a future alone if they go unaccepted.
Join the Keepers as they fight for one of their own who seems to have lost his way.  Will they find him in time or at the very least, find who is controlling him?


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Prince Drake and the Rock Star
Royal Mates series
by Lyssa Samuels
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 on Sat. Aug. 16, noon-1pm EST
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Book Blurb:
Jimmy Burrows lives the life of a rock star. He’s tired of his life of emptiness. He dreams of having one special man to share his life with who values him as Jimmy—a guy who likes pizza, science fiction, and likes to cook.
Prince Drake Sorenson knows that Jimmy is his aheri. When he looks into Jimmy’s violet eyes, he sees the man who is destined to fill their future with love and children. Jimmy’s caring heart and kindness are exactly what Drake needs to calm his soul.
 Jimmy can’t trust that Drake’s anger and jealousy won’t hurt him. Drake’s stories about a world called Sanzel where there is magic, purple skies, and pregnant men is proof enough that the man is certifiable. When Drake helps heal Jimmy’s friend and her little girl, Jimmy has to reevaluate his judgment of the big man. Maybe Drake’s story of magic, love, and babies is something that’s a possibility for him after all.
 Note: While Prince Kendrick and the Coach  is a stand-alone sequel, it is suggested that the previous titles in Royal Mates, Love’s Diamond series be read first for continuity.


Royal Mates, Love’s Diamond Series

  The Sorenson brothers from the world of Sanzel are members of the Royal Family and are targeted for extermination. They are directed to Earth where each brother is destined to find his aheri - his beloved mate. Finding their destined mates playing baseball, the brothers are happy to find that their mates will be able to start their new lives on Sanzel with their friends close by. The brothers know that these kind and caring men will give them a future filled with love and babies. They must fight together to keep their world safe.


                            Book 1 – King Merek and the Mechanic
                             Book 2 – Prince Magnus and the Carpenter
                             Book 3 – Prince Daxton and the Geek
                             Book 4 – Prince Kendrick and the Coach
                             Book 5 – Prince Drake and the Rock Star





Drake covered Jimmy’s hand with his own and pressed it firmly against his body. “You will not spend time with other men, Jimmy,” he said softly, the anger simmering in his voice. “You belong to me. You are meant to be mine. Do you not accept this?”
Jimmy pulled his hand free and stepped back, reaching behind him and turning the doorknob to open the door to his dressing room. “No. I do not accept this,” he said firmly. “I’ve already told you, Drake. I don’t belong to anyone.”
He stepped back into the dressing room and turned to close the door but found himself staring into the broad chest of Drake Sorenson as he followed him inside the small room and closed the door behind him. Jimmy backed up as fear filled him. Raising his hands and fisting them, he braced himself for an attack. He was never going to be hurt again by any man.
“Get out,” he said softly, ready to defend himself.
Drake saw the fear in Jimmy’s beautiful eyes and felt deep sorrow for being the cause of it. He sighed heavily and did his best to control his temper. His parents had always told him that he was too quick to anger. He had done his best to control himself over the years, but being with his aheri and knowing that other men vied for his destined mate’s attention brought out the old behaviors that he had worked so hard to control.
“I am truly sorry,” he said again, realizing that he said that a lot to his mate. “Please, forgive me.”
Drake sighed sadly, closing his eyes and centering himself. He could feel his anger lessening and called upon his magic to help settle his emotions. When he opened his eyes to look at Jimmy, he could see by the expression on his man’s face that Jimmy had noticed the way Drake’s eyes had changed to amber as his magic swirled within him.
“What’s up with your eyes?” Jimmy asked, taking a step back and lowering his hands as he looked at him. “Are you sick?”
“No,” Drake said, smiling softly at the concern in Jimmy’s voice. “You are such a kind man, Jimmy Burrows.”
He stepped forward to close the distance between them then reached out and framed his aheri’s face within his large hands and drew him closer. He was glad that Jimmy did not pull away. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against Jimmy’s and breathed in the scent of his mate.
Jimmy froze in shock. This man thought him kind? He had people tell him many things over the years, but no one had ever thought to tell him that he was kind. No one had ever thought that being kind was very important.
“You are the kindest man I have ever met,” Drake whispered. “You help to soothe my anger.”
Jimmy found himself leaning in to the bigger man’s touch. “Why are you angry, Drake?” Jimmy whispered.
“I cannot stand to think about you with other men,” Drake admitted. “You are mine, Jimmy Burrows. We are meant to share our lives. We will have a family together.”
Jimmy eased away from Drake, looking up at the man and seeing that Drake was completely serious in his statement. “Back up, buddy,” he said when Drake took a step toward him. “I don’t know where you come off saying that, but you’re wrong.”
“No. I am not wrong,” Drake told him gently, reaching up to frame Jimmy’s face with his hands once again. “You are the man I am meant to have a future with. We will have a very happy life together, Jimmy.”
“You need to leave,” Jimmy said finally, stepping out of Drake’s hold and feeling the loss the moment Drake’s hands left his face.
“I do not want to leave,” Drake protested.
“Well, buddy, you have to,” Jimmy insisted. “I’m tired. I’m sweaty. And I want to go home.”
“I will go with you,” Drake said gently. “I will see to your safety.”
“I’ll be fine. I have bodyguards,” Jimmy told him, not wanting to admit that he liked that Drake was concerned about him. This guy was getting too close. He couldn’t risk allowing him into his life or into his heart.
Drake reached out to take Jimmy back into his embrace, cringing internally when he saw the way Jimmy stepped away from him. He did not want any other man to be responsible for his mate’s safety. It was his duty to see to the comfort and safety of his aheri.
“I will leave you,” Drake said finally, bowing formally. “Please take care. I do not wish you to be harmed.”
Leaning forward, he rested his face against Jimmy’s neck and kissed it lightly. He breathed in the scent of his man and sighed. Calling upon his magic, he surrounded his aheri with a shield of protection. If Drake could not be with him, he was going to leave his magic with him.
Reaching down, he took Jimmy’s left hand in his and pulled it slowly up toward his mouth. He placed a gentle kiss on the inside of his wrist where Drake’s name appeared in royal script. He was looking forward to the time when Jimmy would be able to see the mating mark and know that Drake belonged to him. That would only happen once they had bonded, and they would only bond once they had made love. Drake ached for that moment.
“Be careful, aheri,” Drake whispered as he pulled away and released his hold on him. “I do not like that I am leaving you, but I will respect your wishes.” He eased forward and kissed Jimmy’s lips lightly. “Mayhap, someday, you will give me the opportunity to prove to you that I will cherish you.”
“Nice words, Drake,” Jimmy said, doing his damnedest not to push back into the big man’s arms. “Empty words. Your temper shows me exactly what our time together would be like, and I’m not willing to be your punching bag.”
Drake was horrified by Jimmy’s words. He felt every hope within him die. He had caused the one man who was meant to be his destined mate to fear him. He did not know how to make his aheri see that he would only love and cherish him. Turning away from the man he ached to hold forever, he walked away. He was not worthy of this man.
Jimmy watched as Drake turned, pulled open the door to the dressing room, and walked out. He walked over to the door, closed it, locked it securely, and turned to rest his back against it.
He looked at the empty dressing room and felt the familiar tightening in his chest. He was alone. Again.
Adult Excerpt:
Jimmy was overcome with intense need. He wanted to bury himself deep inside of Drake’s body and love him until they were both drained of strength. To make Drake come was his goal. To make Drake feel nothing but pleasure was his mission. Drake had saved this act to be shared only with him. He was honored. He also admitted to himself that he was mentally thumping on his chest, grunting with power, and grinning like a fool to be the only man to ever love his big man in this way.
“I feel the same way about you,” Drake whispered, his eyes swirling amber as the magic within him reached out and made the connection to Jimmy that he had never achieved or desired with anyone else.
“I promise to be gentle,” Jimmy vowed. “I know this is something that can be painful and scary, but I will never do anything but give you pleasure.”
“I am not worried, aheri,” Drake said softly. “Well, mayhap I am a little.”
Jimmy laughed softly then leaned forward to kiss Drake’s lips lightly. “I am, too,” he admitted as he nuzzled against Drake’s temple.
“I will make love to you with utmost care,” Drake told him as he wrapped his arms around Jimmy’s waist and hugged him before slowly running his hands up and down his back.
Jimmy eased back and looked down at his future mate. “Once I make love to you and you make love to me, we’ll be bonded?”
“You’ll be my husband,” Jimmy told him. “And I’ll be yours.”
“Husband means bonded mate, is that correct?” Drake asked, wanting to clarify the meaning of the word.
“Husband means partner, lover, friend, aheri,” Jimmy explained more thoroughly, smiling at the soft smile that lit Drake’s face when he used the word that Drake had explained was the word for destined mate on Sanzel. “It means that we will have a future together, and we will commit ourselves to each other so that no other man will ever come between us. I will be faithful to you as my husband. I expect you to be the same.”
Drake laughed softly as happiness filled him. “I desire only you, little one. You are my destined mate—my aheri. You are my life. You will share my future and share my joy. I will want you and only you for the rest of my life.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Jimmy whispered as he leaned forward and kissed Drake deeply, slipping his tongue into the warmth of his man’s mouth and groaning at the delicious flavor that greeted him.
Drake sucked lightly on Jimmy’s tongue, loving the intimacy of the act and the taste of his mate. When Jimmy pulled back slightly and began traveling kisses across his jaw and down the column of his throat, he closed his eyes and sighed as he arched into the tenderness that his man was showing him. He could not prevent the soft noises of need that escaped him when Jimmy kissed his way down his chest and captured his right nipple to suck it into his mouth and flick at the tip of it with his tongue.
Aheri,” he whispered, reaching behind his mate’s head and threading his fingers through the softness of Jimmy’s black hair to hold him firmly against his body.
Jimmy smiled against Drake’s chest, sucking his nipple into his mouth and teasing it relentlessly. He could feel Drake’s long, thick cock throbbing against his stomach and knew he was going to enjoy every moment of making love with this man. He was incredibly responsive. Every sigh, every moan, and every whispered plea that left Drake’s lips made Jimmy feel like the most powerful man in the world.
He kissed his way across the muscled expanse of Drake’s chest, biting at the bulging pectoral muscles, and doing his own bit of sighing, growling, and moaning. Everything about this man made him crazy with desire and filled him with happiness. He had never thought in his entire life that he would ever find someone who saw him for himself, wanted him because he was just Jimmy, or wanted a committed and lasting union with him. He had finally found that in this man. His man.
After licking and sucking Drake’s left nipple, he kissed his way down the center of the big man’s body, licking at the trail of dark hair that led him to the most glorious cock he had ever seen. He took firm hold of it, wrapping his hand around the impressive organ, and directed it up to point it toward the ceiling. He proceeded to lick every beautiful inch of it from base to tip before pressing the tip of his tongue into the opening at the flared, mushroom head.
“Jimmy,” Drake whispered, groaning at the contact. He felt his body tightening and had to take deep breaths to stay his orgasm. Reaching down, he closed his thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft and pressed firmly.
“Don’t,” Jimmy told him, reaching up and pulling his hand away. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I must not release,” Drake told him, gritting his teeth as Jimmy pulled his hand away and kissed the area that Drake had just taken firm hold of and had squeezed with enough force to prevent himself from coming.
Jimmy petted Drake’s cock lightly, concerned by the way the base of Drake’s shaft had turned white with the pressure that Drake had put on it. He kissed the underside of Drake’s shaft, slowly licking a line up along the prominent vein. The girth of his husband-to-be was more than impressive. Jimmy’s hole clenched tightly as he thought about taking him deep. Would he fit? Would it hurt?
“I will not hurt you, aheri,” Drake promised. “My shaft will fit perfectly deep inside of you. My seed will bathe your insides and claim you as mine. Do not fear the act.”
Jimmy hummed lightly as he opened his mouth and took the head of Drake’s cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue beneath the head to stimulate the bundle of nerves that he knew would make Drake crazy with desire. When he heard Drake moan and felt the way Drake’s body was shaking below him, he knew he had found a definite hotspot of desire on his man’s body. He was going to make it his mission in life to find every single one of them—even if it took him the rest of their lives together to do it.

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Paulie's Protector
 The Men of the Crazy Angle Ranch 4
by Bellann Summer
Bellann will be chatting at the FB event
on Sat., Aug. 16, 10-11 am EST
**Bellann is giving away $10 gift card**
Paul Weber has a good life, until a stalker has him running. After a botched attack leaves him terribly injured, he finds himself on a plane to the Crazy Angle.

Nolan Clark is the mechanic of the Crazy Angle. Even though he is painfully shy, he finds himself standing in a crowded airport waiting for an injured man. Paulie appears, sick and hurt, and yet to Nolan he is the most beautiful man he has ever seen. All of his protective instincts come out and at six-seven, with muscles on top of muscles, no one is getting near Paulie.

The men of the Crazy Angle ban together to fight a rich man, who is desperate to keep Paulie for himself. Unfortunately they suspect someone on the ranch is a traitor. Sometimes newfound love needs a lot of work and a little luck to fight evil. Especially for a quiet, shy man and a man who is scarred inside and out.
“I’d like you all to welcome Paulie,” Graham said, changing the subject. “He is recovering from an accident, but soon he will be assisting Nolan with the machinery.”
Everyone greeted Paulie with a “hi” or nod. Then they all went back to eating Elliot’s delicious meal. Paulie finished the milk and most of the food on his plate, surprised by how hungry he was. But before long, he began to feel uncomfortable and tired.
Glancing at Nolan, he saw that the big man was watching him. “Are you ready to go back to your room, Paulie?” he asked.
Paulie nodded, realizing he had overdone it. Nolan stood up and warm gentle hands helped Paulie to his feet.
“Do you need my help, Paulie?” Elliot asked.
“I’ve got him,” Nolan answered.
Nolan put a welcome arm around Paulie’s waist. Gratefully, he leaned on the big man, and together they had him back in his room and in bed.
As Paulie relaxed, he looked up into Nolan’s beautiful green eyes. “Sit by me a second?” he asked.
Nolan smiled and sat on the bed, in the space Paulie had made for him. To Paulie’s delight, the side of Nolan’s hip rested snuggly against Paulie’s. Nolan put his hand on the other side of Paulie’s body and leaned over him.
“Do you need a pain pill, Paulie?” Nolan asked.
“In a little bit. Thank you for helping me and eating in here with me all week.” Paulie searched Nolan’s face, hoping to see understanding. He was very attracted to the big man, but he still had a stalker out there hunting him. As usual, Nolan never let him down.
“I want to help you, and I also will protect you.”
“Why?” Paulie had to know.
Nolan put his arm around Paulie’s shoulders and one large hand cupped the back of his head. Nolan pulled him close, and right before their lips met, he answered, “Because.”
As Nolan’s lips covered his and sealed their mouths together, his hand guided Paulie’s head to just the right angle so everything fit just right. Touching his tongue to the corner of Nolan’s mouth, Paulie asked for a taste of Nolan’s essence. Nolan let him in and he explored the big man’s mouth, sliding their tongues together.
Nolan took over the kiss, pressing Paulie back into the soft pillows. Paulie became lost in the kiss, submitting to Nolan’s teeth and tongue. When Nolan started sucking on his lower lip, Paulie almost came in his sweats.
Much to Paulie’s displeasure, Nolan broke the kiss. He wanted it to go on until they were both naked, not even air fitting between them.
“We have to stop, Paulie,” Nolan whispered.
Even though Nolan was rubbing the sides of their noses and faces together in comfort, Paulie frowned, still not happy he had stopped.
“Paulie, if we continue, we might tear your stitches. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Paulie looked into Nolan’s face and saw he really was concerned that he might injure Paulie. And now that he was starting to calm down, he could feel his injuries starting to flare up and just plain sting.
Nolan pulled away until he was back sitting upright. Reaching over to the nightstand, he picked up and opened the bottle of pain pills. Shaking a couple of pills onto Paulie’s hand, he then handed him the glass of water that Elliot always made sure was waiting for him.
“Once I’m better, I’m not going to let you stop,” Paulie warned.
“If you still feel that way once you’re healed, I won’t stop,” Nolan answered.
Paulie had been a little irritated when Nolan had ended their kiss. Now he was getting really irritated by Nolan’s attitude.
“Let’s get something straight right now. I am not a boy, I’m a grown man,” Paulie said. “Before that maniac started stalking me, I worked, had my own apartment, and I dated.”
Paulie was really started to get worked up now. “I know what I want, Nolan Clark. We’ve spent the last week talking about anything and everything. I know I might have to leave, if he finds me again, but I still want to spend what time I have with you.”
Before he could say anything more, Nolan leaned forward and locked their lips together. Nolan kissed him deeply, until Paulie forgot what he was getting pissed about. Then Nolan slowly backed away and looked into his eyes, his face dead serious.
“You aren’t going to run anymore. I promised to protect you and together, me and the guys of the Crazy Angle won’t let anything happen to you.”
Right then, a bullet plowed through the bedroom window and shattered the mirror above the dresser.
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Mine at Midnight
The Boys of Sinn Island series #1
by Leah Blake
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on Sunday, Aug. 17, 3-4 pm EST
**Leah will be giving away an ebook of Mine at Midnight**

Marcus Stark still lives with the pain of abandonment five years after his lover disappeared from his life without an explanation, never forgetting the only man he ever loved.  When he learns Trevor has booked a pricey reservation on Sinn Island, he intends to claim his runaway lover as his submissive in hopes of learning why he left. 
Trevor Dawson’s need to set things straight with Marcus leaves him with a drained savings account and a weekend pass to a new, exclusive Caribbean island, and his ex-lover’s newest haunt. On a whim, he contracts himself to be a submissive only to learn identities are a secret, as are the real owners of Sinn.
Marcus can’t lose Trevor again, and he’s willing to break the rules of Sinn to capture Trevor’s heart.  When Trevor reveals the reason he left Marcus, they must make a daunting decision. Can they overcome the dark stain of their past?  Or will they suffer heartache as the weekend comes to an end?
Yours to Crave
The Boys of Sinn Island #2
Alex Stark’s been dumped by his boyfriend of a year and a half. What’s worse? The woman his ex bedded up with broke the news. When he arrives on Sinn Island for his four-day work weekend, the last thing he’s thinking about is finding a replacement. That is, until he wakes up in an employee room belonging to his island eye candy after drinking too much at Breakers with only a fleeting memory of having kissed the man.
Zachary Atkins has been employed on Sinn for months, and he’s always had a keen eye for Alex. Little did he know his crush is also his boss. Zach can’t ignore his pent-up feelings for Alex, especially when Alex returns the affection. 
Alex can’t believe how quickly he’s falling for Zach, but reality sets in when they part ways. Zach won’t abandon his family in Georgia, and Alex must continue to run his family’s business in California. Can their hunger for each other overcome the distance between them?
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