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Mid Week Tease: Do No Harm #MidWeekTease #MWTease
Hello, chumrades, and welcome to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m featuring a snippet from Do No Harm, a story that started out as a potential entry for Evernight’s Dark Captive antho and quickly grew into a novel of its own. I love it when that happens.
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
All Daniel Graff wanted to do on Christmas evening was finish his surgical rounds at Lakeside Memorial Hospital and go home. When he’s kidnapped from the hospital parking lot, he’s astounded to find out that his captor is also his colleague, world-famous neurosurgeon Simon Falk.
Simon has good reasons for his actions, but Daniel is determined to fight him every step of the way, bringing Simon’s Dom side to the fore. When he learns something very unexpected about his handsome captive, he decides to make Daniel his, no matter what it takes.
Daniel noticed the movement first. The soft vibration of the road, broken by the occasional bump. Warm air caressed his face, scented with clean leather and the faint tang of long-chain monomers. The custom air of an expensive car.
He opened his eyes, and blinked. It took a moment to resolve the pointillistic study of grey and white in front of him into a windshield.
Snow. It’s snowing.
“You’re awake. Good.”
Still blinking, Daniel tried to turn his head. A sharp ache along the front of his throat convinced him that wasn’t a good idea. “Where am I?” he croaked.
“Specifically? My car. If you mean location, we’re on McKinley Road, close to my home.”
The voice. He knew that voice.
Daniel’s vision finally cleared, allowing him to see the man behind the wheel. “Simon?”
“Good, you’re back.” Simon Falk gave him a brief smile but kept his eyes on the road. “Forgive my rudeness. The weather is getting worse, and I don’t want to hit anything.”
“Uh.” Daniel tried to work through the cotton still blanketing his mind. The last thing he remembered was heading out to his car, and then—
—choking, a struggle, darkness.
“How—” he paused, dredging up some saliva, “did I get in your car?”
Falk’s lips pursed. “I’ll explain when we get home. How’s your throat?”
Home? “My—” Daniel tried to lift a hand to rub his throat, and couldn’t. Looking down, he saw that someone had taken off his parka and put both his hands in a sort of leather mitt. Each mitt was mated to a belted cuff with D rings; those were clipped to a belt that now ran around his waist. He tugged experimentally, then harder. His arms were immobilized. “What the hell?”
“I didn’t want you to panic and try to get out of the car when you woke up,” Falk explained. “Your feet are secured with cuffs, as well.”
With a dim sort of horror, Daniel leaned as far as his seat belt would allow and spotted more leather wrapped securely around his ankles. “What the fuck are you doing?”
The other man’s expression was calm, even serene. “One. Now, tell me what you remember.”
Daniel opened his mouth, then hesitated. Someone had grabbed him, choked him into unconsciousness. Now that he thought about it, it had been done with what could be called surgical precision.
Falk’s hands rested easily on the steering wheel. Large hands, exquisitely talented with a scalpel, they were connected to arms that were long and strong enough to wrap around his neck.
He swallowed again, more easily this time. “Did you—” It was crazy, totally unbelievable. But he had to ask. “Did you mug me?”
Falk’s expression remained serene. “I wouldn’t call it mugging. Your wallet is still in your pocket and your computer bag is in the back seat. But if you’re asking whether I choked you until you passed out, then yes, I did.” A corner of his mouth lifted, the briefest of smiles. “I apologize for the method, but I didn’t have time to acquire a tranquilizer and syringe. I was very careful, I promise. You should be fine by morning.”
Daniel stared at the other surgeon, trying to understand what he’d just heard. Falk seemed calm, perfectly normal. And yet he’d just admitted to assault, as if it was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Why in God’s name did you choke me out?”
Falk sighed. “I didn’t think you’d get in my car otherwise. I’ve done it before with others so I knew what I was doing, although I apologize for any residual pain I may have caused.”
Residual pain. That was the last thing Daniel was worried about. “Pull over and take off these cuffs.”
Now Falk spared him a brief look. “No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“You speak English, yes? No, I will not take them off. Not until we get to the house.”
A spike of fear punched through Daniel’s anger. “This is kidnapping. Goddamn it, Falk, you’re kidnapping me!”
“Two. And I prefer to think of it as protective custody, but call it whatever you like.” The neurosurgeon’s expression changed now, turning sober. “I have reasons for my actions, Daniel, very good ones. I know you have no reason to do it, but for now you’re simply going to have to trust me.”
Daniel could feel his mouth drop open, and shut it with a snap. “Trust you? You choked me into unconsciousness, kidnapped me, and now I’m supposed to trust you? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
“Three. And no, I’m not. Now please settle down. We’ll be home soon.”
Fists clenched in their leather mitts, Daniel sat back in his seat and fumed. Falk had a good two inches on him and at least thirty pounds, all of it muscle. With his hands and feet immobilized and a seat belt holding him down, the most he could do was lunge sideways and hit Falk in the shoulder with his head. I might be able to bite him, distract him.
A strong gust of wind drove snow against the windshield, reminding him of the weather outside the car. If he distracted Falk now, they’d probably go off the road. Even if they didn’t hit anything and just landed in a ditch, Falk could simply get out of the car and walk away, leaving Daniel behind to freeze. He said he had good reasons for doing this. It’s not like he’s a serial killer, for God’s sake. He’s a world-famous doctor.
Daniel shuddered. Yeah. So was Hannibal Lecter.
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Marvelous Monday Reads: Clouded Hell
Welcome to another edition of Marvelous Monday Reads, pumpkins! Today I’m featuring J.R. Gray and his deliciously depraved new erotic romance, Clouded Hell. Take it away, J.R.!
I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist. Only my opponent exists.
I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him. He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I’ll never get over him. There isn’t a chance in this clouded hell.
Story Excerpt
If I hadn’t seen the video of the fight, I wouldn’t have believed it. I clicked the button on my laptop to rewind it, to see the way his body moved. I gripped myself through my shorts and glanced over at Kai. He was busy inking a full back piece, and I doubted he’d even take a break for another hour. He couldn’t see me from where I sat. It would be so easy.
I trailed my fingers over the places Dante had left marks. I could almost taste them, even if the bruises had faded. I’d looked at them in the mirror over my bed and fucked my hand every night since I’d left. I groaned as I slipped my hand into my shorts.
I squeezed my shaft, digging my nails into the sensitive skin. I had to bite back a hiss of pain. Kai could easily walk out and see me. The rooms in the shop were three-quarter walls to divide the space with wide open doorways. Maybe I wanted to be caught. I kicked my feet out, watching a bead of sweat drip down Dante’s neck. When he threw a punch his muscles tightened, and it took me back to him swinging his belt. The sound of his fist hitting flesh was close, so close, to the way the leather sounded against mine.
I shouldn’t be imagining him touching me, but it was impossible not to. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to mark me with them. I was hit with the sudden realization he’d been acting when he was in the ring with me. He hadn’t even gone at half speed. He was a monster when he fought. It took every ounce of self-control I had to keep from getting up and into my Jeep to drive to the airport.
I used my free hand to unbutton my shorts and slide down my zipper, freeing my cock.
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About J.R. Gray
When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.
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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: L.D. Blakeley
Woohoo! Happy Sunday, and I am delighted to have my fellow writer and partner in crime L.D. Blakeley on the blog today to talk about her awesome new erotic romance Parker’s Profile, now available from Evernight and other online retailers of fine erotic romance. Take it away, L.D.!
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today to talk about Parker’s Profile! I can’t wait for everyone to meet Parker and Lane as I’ve become quite fond of them since the day they sprang to life.
The boys first appeared to me last December when a certain viral video was making the rounds. You know the one I’m talking about. The one where the impossibly beautiful Brock O’Hurn teaches the ridiculously adorable Zach Kornfeld how to be sexy? Yep, that video. And because it’s the way my brain works, my first thought was, “oh, what if it were two slightly different men in that situation?” And thus sprang forth my story idea.
And, while I did envision Zach and Brock initially, it didn’t take long before Parker and Lane were two fully-formed characters with their own ideas about how their story needed to be told. So I listened. And I hope you enjoy.
Parker Knowles needs a date. No, really. If he can’t find one by Valentine’s Day, he’s agreed to let his sister fix him up. And quite frankly, he’d rather chew off his own arm than go out with someone of his sister’s choosing.
Internet phenom, Lane Steadman, has offered to show Parker the art of the perfect selfie. After all, an outstanding dating profile is useless without a topnotch photo, right?
Can love really be found on the Internet? Or is a real-world connection closer to Parker than he thinks?
Excerpt
“What we need to do is get you wet.”
“Pardon?” Parker squawked.
“Yeah. Aside from that video Seth posted, my most popular pics are the ones at the beach or in a pool,” Lane explained.
There’s a shocker, Parker thought.
“I smelled chlorine in the lobby. I’m assuming there’s a pool in your building?” the other man continued.
“Yeah, there is, but…”
“Perfect.” Lane hopped up and slid his phone into his back pocket, giving Parker both the means and opportunity to ogle. And ogle, he did.
Until he realized Lane meant to take pictures of him in a bathing suit, and all ogling ground to a screeching halt. Oh, hell no
“I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea,” was what he actually said.
“What’s not a good idea?” With perfect timing, Seth strolled into the living room and handed them both a beer.
“Me posing in a pool.” Parker searched for a reason that wasn’t I don’t want to pop a boner near Lane that I can’t hide in a bathing suit.
“Maybe being in the pool will relax you,” Lane added. “Because I don’t think the beer is doing the trick.”
Parker knew the gorgeous man was trying to be helpful. Reluctantly, he nodded.
“Fine. Can I grab my trunks first?”
“Unless you’d prefer to be naked.” Lane winked and Parker felt his kneecaps liquefy.
He knew Lane hadn’t intended to come across as flirtatious. Unfortunately, his brain was having a tough time comprehending that. Pull yourself together, you drooling idiot. This guy is doing you a favor. The least you can do is behave like a sane, rational adult.
Too bad his id was projecting horny, teenage boy.
Pushing aside his inappropriate and misplaced lust, Parker headed into his bedroom and quickly changed his clothes, swapping out boxer briefs for swim trunks. He could do this.
As he headed back into the living room, he grabbed the security swipe card off the key rack by the door. “Okay, let’s get it over with.”
Lane and Seth followed behind Parker and kept up a constant chatter as the three of them rode the elevator to the lobby. Parker waved a quick hello to a neighbor as they exited and made their way toward the pool. When he heard voices coming from the direction of their final destination, however, he started to have second (and possibly third and fourth) thoughts.
“There’s people in there.” He faltered outside the glass doors that led to the pool. “Maybe this isn’t such a good—”
“Nope.” Seth grabbed the swipe card from Parker. “You’re not bailing on this.”
“M’not bailing. Just … can we do it when there’s nobody around?” He was prepared to start begging when the two older gentlemen who had been swimming laps, climbed out of the pool and started gathering up their belongings.
Seth had already unlocked the door and was holding it open for Parker and Lane to join him on the deck of the now-empty pool. “C’mon, stud. Let’s take some pictures.”
“Oh God.” Parker cringed at Seth’s choice of words. As they made their way around the perimeter of the pool, he looked to Lane, who had his phone out and looked keen to get started.
“Should I just…”
“Strip, baby.” Lane’s eyes crinkled in mirth as his mouth curved into a wicked grin.
“I hate you both,” Parker muttered as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
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About L.D. Blakeley
L.D. Blakeley is a pragmatist with a romantic soul & a dirty mind who’s a fan of horror movies, hot sex, and happily ever afters. Easily distracted by shiny things, L.D. is a slightly neurotic, highly ambitious dreamer who enjoys dabbling in photography & pretending she can carry a tune.
In another life, L.D. was a newspaper reporter, an entertainment & music writer, travel writer, website content editor, and a marketing shill. Now she prefers to spend her time writing hot, steamy fiction (with a healthy dose of romance) about intriguing, sexy men.
Although she dreams of living some place isolated with an endless supply of wine and an infinite number of titles on her eReader, she currently lives in downtown Toronto with her husband and their rock star cat.
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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: J.R. Gray
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to J.R. Gray and his dark and delicious new erotic romance Clouded Hell, now available online from purveyors of fine erotic romance. Take it away, J.R.!
I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist. Only my opponent exists.
I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him. He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I’ll never get over him. There isn’t a chance in this clouded hell.
Story Excerpt
If I hadn’t seen the video of the fight, I wouldn’t have believed it. I clicked the button on my laptop to rewind it, to see the way his body moved. I gripped myself through my shorts and glanced over at Kai. He was busy inking a full back piece, and I doubted he’d even take a break for another hour. He couldn’t see me from where I sat. It would be so easy.
I trailed my fingers over the places Dante had left marks. I could almost taste them, even if the bruises had faded. I’d looked at them in the mirror over my bed and fucked my hand every night since I’d left. I groaned as I slipped my hand into my shorts.
I squeezed my shaft, digging my nails into the sensitive skin. I had to bite back a hiss of pain. Kai could easily walk out and see me. The rooms in the shop were three-quarter walls to divide the space with wide open doorways. Maybe I wanted to be caught. I kicked my feet out, watching a bead of sweat drip down Dante’s neck. When he threw a punch his muscles tightened, and it took me back to him swinging his belt. The sound of his fist hitting flesh was close, so close, to the way the leather sounded against mine.
I shouldn’t be imagining him touching me, but it was impossible not to. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to mark me with them. I was hit with the sudden realization he’d been acting when he was in the ring with me. He hadn’t even gone at half speed. He was a monster when he fought. It took every ounce of self-control I had to keep from getting up and into my Jeep to drive to the airport.
I used my free hand to unbutton my shorts and slide down my zipper, freeing my cock.
Where To Buy
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About J.R. Gray
When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.
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Fabulous Friday Reads: Where the Heart Belongs
Buckle your seat belts, buttercups, because tonight’s going to be wild. Let’s kick off the weekend with Iyana Jenna’s story of forbidden love, Where The Heart Belongs, now available from Torquere Press and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. Take it away, Iyana!
Released as a part of Forbidden Love line from Torquere Press, Where the Heart Belongs tells the story of two brothers Zach and Drew with their unnatural relationship. When something terrible happens to Zach, an African American FBI Agent, Eugene Harris comes into the picture adding more complications. This is #1 of the Triangle Series.
His brother slash boyfriend, Drew is leaving him. It makes Zach unaware of his surrounding and a hate-crime psycho takes him off guard. He is kidnapped and tortured. Zach is saved by the FBI and as a surviving witness, he is brought to stay with FBI Agent Eugene Harris.
Gradually, Eugene gets to know Zach. He should have been disgusted, but instead, all he wants is comfort Zach.
Will Zach accept that Drew is not coming back? Will Eugene finally have the gut to tell Zach how he feels
Story Excerpt
“Come with me, Zach.”
“Hush…” Zach whispered. He wanted to treasure the moment as much as he could but it was him who pulled back first. “Let’s go,” he said harshly. “You will miss your bus.” His heart bled at how Drew stared at him in confusion, hurt in his eyes. But he knew he had to let go now or he would never be able to.
He helped Drew with his bags and grasped Drew’s jacket sleeve, hugging him tight and kissing him again, not caring who might be watching. Drew clung onto him just like he used to during those cold nights whenever they were alone in a motel room, and squeezed him for the last time, pulling back. Their eyes met.
“I’ll come back for you.”
Long after the bus was gone, Zach was still standing at the bus station, his heart heavy. Drew was his brother and his lover. Zach realized the unnatural nature of their relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. They only had each other in their lives.
Zach remembered one night. He had been nine at that time and Drew had been five. Rain had been pouring down the Earth for like hours now but there was no sign of stopping from the sound of it. Zach shot a wary gaze to the wide window and the thin lacy curtains covering it—a useless thing in his humble opinion—they could not stop him and Drew from staring right through the rain, let alone from the thunder and lightning that cracked almost every five minutes.
Alone only with little Drew in their small apartment—their father had yet to return, Zach did not dare shut his eyes even for a second. Not in this weather. Not when closing his eyes meant letting Drew out of his sight, although the kid was curled up right here with him, never far from his embrace.
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About Iyana Jenna
I’m Iyana Jenna and you can call me Iyana. I like writing, romance, and man love so as you can see on this site, you’re mostly going to find m/m stories whether they are for adults or young adults. They are not going to be too heavy on explicit sex, though, as many say that my stories are considered sweet romance.
Mid Week Tease: Cross Current #MidWeekTease #MWTease
Hello, chumrades, and welcome to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m featuring anohter snippet from Cross Current (Olympic Cove #4), where our hero Matt winds up being abruptly introduced to the paranormal world. No pressure.
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
Matt choked on his wine.
Griffin leaned over and whacked him on the back as he spluttered. “You all right, mate?”
“Yeah,” Matt managed, grabbing a napkin and wiping his chin. “Sorry. Uh….”
He pointed at the beach, where a guy who could have worked as a body double for Chris Evans was climbing out of the surf. Shaggy blond hair surrounded a face that should have been on a romance novel cover, while the water slid off muscled arms and a perfect V-shaped torso, drops trickling down to—
Matt swallowed as the man’s naked and well-hung groin cleared the water. Jesus God, how does that thing not act like an anchor?
If that wasn’t enough, a sleek brown head also emerged from the water, letting out a ringing bark. One of the biggest seals Matt had ever seen thumped out of the water with the aid of powerful flippers. Man and beast headed straight for Dunn’s cottage, where Naked Guy dropped to his knees at the stairs, bowing his head. “My lord,” he said, voice rough and exhausted, “I come to ask a boon.”
My lord? And then Matt noticed Dunn’s expression. The amusement from the meal had turned into grim authority, while Ammie’s delicate features firmed into a more feminine version of her husband’s glower. Griffin leaned back in his seat, rubbing his mouth.
Matt turned back to the newcomers just in time to see the seal start writhing on the sand. It let out a series of pained noises, deforming as if something inside the creature was trying to get out.
And then the sleek sable fur on the breast split, a human hand pushing through it. The animal abruptly turned into a seal-shaped balloon that slid off the shoulders of a dark-haired man who crawled out of its skin.
Also naked, a hysterical little voice in the back of Matt’s head said. Although not quite as well hung…
The seal man got to his feet with an effort, looking drained. “Lord Poseidon,” he said to Dunn with a weary bow, “my name is Malcolm Muir, and I formally ask for sanctu—”
Before he could finish the sentence his eyes rolled up. With a gentle smile he collapsed face forward into the sand.
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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Liv Rancourt
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Liv Rancourt and her delicious new erotic romance The Secret of Obedience, now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. Take it away, Liv!
Ronnie Durand is a country boy who transfers to the University of Washington after two years at Central. He’ll have to give up playing football, though finishing his education at a major university in Seattle – and being out and proud without having to look over his shoulder – makes the sacrifice worthwhile.
But finding friends at a huge school is tough, especially when the hottest guy Ronnie meets makes him doubt his own sanity.
Sang’s been on his own a long time. He’s only a couple steps away from living on the street, and he’s got dreams so big they don’t leave space for a steady boyfriend. Then he meets Ronnie, who just might be strong enough to break through his barriers….as long as Sang lets him in on one big secret.
Story Excerpt
Sang wants to spin, to expand into the space. He shows his desire in the way he raises his arms and sweeps the floor with his gaze. He’s wearing a simple white wife-beater over his jeans, but it’s topped with a long navy double-breasted coat with gold trim, the kind of thing worn by Union soldiers in the Civil War. It fits like it was made for him, and my palms burn to touch it.
I move deeper onto the dance floor. I’m broader, wider, and the crowd packs tightly around me. I get as close to Sang as he’ll let me, belly to belly. He’s only about 5’4″, and when he turns his back, he presses his ass against my thigh.
I take it as an invitation. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, I let the other wander. He reaches behind, grabbing handfuls of the denim wrapping my legs. I stroke his throat, bend down to tell him how pretty he is, chicken out and do nothing but breathe in his ear.
Bodies crush, sweaty and raw, shifting us to the center of the floor. My dick’s engaged in an argument with the fly of my jeans. I let my hand drift lower, across Sang’s chest. His small nub of a nipple hardens under my fingertips, but no softness surrounds it. If he’s really a girl, he totally got shortchanged. I sweep my fingers wider. Nah, these pecs belong on a man.
I move my hand lower, going slow, giving him time to stop me. I stick my thumb into a belt loop. He grabs my wrist, tight.
“What?” I ask. The bare, light toast skin of his neck is inches from my lips. I could taste him. I want to. Over the stink of sweat and too many colognes I smell him, some warm spice scent like the incense Mom used to burn.
He brings his mouth within kissing distance. “Don’t.”
“What you got under the hood, pretty? You packing a V6 or a V8?” I want to kiss him, to taste him, to admire this perfect jewel of a person.
“V6 or V8.” He grins, and it’s the curve of his lower lip when he smiles that I’ll remember, like his mouth is held by a chalice. “Does it really matter?” he asks.
It does, but not in the way he thinks. I leave off my search, but don’t move my hand from his belt. See, my stepdad threw me into football when I was eight. I was good at it, good enough nobody messed with me. The locker room’s not known for being a gay-friendly place, but being able to dead lift 280 pounds at age fifteen bought me some peace.
I’m still a guy, though, and I like lovers who are smaller and prettier than me. Call me a cave man. Whatever. Sang is my small-town boy’s fantasy, and the press of his body has me so turned on I’d think about doing him even if he’s actually a she.
My fingers are trembling with the need to touch, to know.
“Come on, Sugar Cookie. Does it matter?”
I lean in, drawn like his lips are the center of a flower and I’m one very horny bee.
“Oh no.” He jerks away, his gorgeous smile extinguished. “No kissing. I don’t kiss strangers.”
Puzzled, I reach out. He’s hemmed in by the crowd, so it’s nothing to loop my fingers under his shirt and draw him closer. “No kissing, then.” Some guys are like that. He rocks against me, straddling my thigh, giving me a taste of the hardness in his groin. Hell yeah.
“Is your ID legal?” Because somehow it matters that he’s at least 21. I can’t keep the grin off my face. His dick is going to be gorgeous, and I’m going to suck it, and he’s going to scream.
“Of course.” He’s not frowning anymore. He’s sly and shimmering and a little mean. “I do love a man in cowboy boots. The rest of it…” He brushes his hands down the sleeves of my plain white t-shirt. “Not so much. But I’ll do you for your boots.”
I get both hands around his waist and drag him further up my leg. He hangs onto a handful of my shirt. I’m not sure his feet are even on the floor. The song changes, or maybe it doesn’t. They all sound the same. My cock is pressed against him hard enough to make me grit my teeth. “Let’s go.”
His heavy eyelids drift down until he has to tip his head to maintain eye contact. “Bathroom?”
I guess it’s that or an alley. “Sure.”
He grabs my wrist roughly and leads me through the disorganized crowd. We go right past the men’s room to the women’s. “Less crowded,” he says over his shoulder.
The restroom smells like piss and semen and sweat. We find a stall, and I get down on my knees before he can argue. The floor is sticky, but I figure I can’t catch anything too scary through my knees, and from there I can nuzzle his belly.
“Are you always like this? I like a nice toppy guy, you know, but he’s gotta be able to—”
I don’t hear what he thinks a guy’s gotta do seeing as I’ve covered his mouth with my hand, smearing gritty sticky lipgloss with my fingers. The bossy little fuck has just dragged me in here like I’m some kind of prized bull, and now he’s gonna whine about me? There are crinkles of laughter at the corners of his eyes.
“Sang?” I’m not sure what the question is. The door to the stall is at my back, and I’m wrestling with the buttons on his very tight jeans. “Hey, I’m new in town. You should treat me like a guest and let me do what I want.”
He drags my hand away. “Now you just wait a minute. What do you think I’m going to let you do? Because if you do anything I don’t want, I’m going to scream.”
“You’ll scream, all right.”
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About Liv Rancourt
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.
I can be found on-line at all hours of the day and night at my website & blog (www.liv-rancourt.blogspot.com), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/liv.rancourt), or on Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/LivRancourt). For sneak peeks and previews and other assorted freebies, go HERE to sign up for my mailing list.
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Marvelous Monday Reads: Character Obsession
Happy Monday, folks! Today I have Iyana Jenna on to talk about her new book Character Obsession, now available from Evernight Publishing and other online purveyors of fine erotic romance. Take it away, Iyana!
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today. I visited with my re-released title, Character Obsession. It was published by my publisher, Breathless Press, but they were closed some time ago. I am so grateful that Evernight adopted this story. I was so happy with some additional parts suggested by my editor here in Evernight. I think they were a great idea!
Chase Riley, a Hollywood actor, is kidnapped. One of the abductors, Luke Nelson, is delusional and thinks that Chase is Elliot, the character Chase plays in his procedural cop series on TV. Luke plans to replay what happened to Elliot on the show with Chase. The worse thing is that Luke gets help from his father who seems to be as crazy as his son.
Chase’s boyfriend, co-actor Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister when Chase is abducted. He grows worried when his call to Chase goes unanswered. Will he ever see his boyfriend again?
NOTE: This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.
Story Excerpt
Chase’s mind whirled and before he thought of anything else, he grabbed the door and threw himself out—or so he thought. The man was faster. A lot faster. He seized Chase by his jacket and just—stabbed him in his side. Chase caught his breath, and for some time he didn’t realize what happened. He sucked in a breath and whimpered when the guy yanked the knife out none too gently. Chase felt his world darken so he didn’t notice when the man slipped out of the car, came to be at the driver’s door, and wrenched him out from behind the steering wheel. As his breathing turned labored, Chase grappled at the source of the pain on his side and winced as he grasped it.
“Come on. Move.” The guy grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed Chase in front of him.
Chase swayed in the man’s clutches, but he pulled himself up as he controlled his breath.
Chase attempted to plant his feet as he was dragged up the stairs, but the pain had become too much and he could only comply. At one time the man rested him against the wall, took off his sunglasses, and pulled down his jacket hood, revealing himself. Chase gasped. The man was practically the mirror image of that Bob Nelson he met earlier at the diner, only rounder and much sturdier. And also a lot younger. What worried Chase was this man took off his disguise and didn’t seem too concerned he could recognize him. Not like Chase would be able to escape him and go to the cops, anyway. He was too sluggish to even move. They’d come in the back door, but not much attention was given to them by those at the front desk. Chase suspected that the man had stayed in the hotel long enough that he’d become just another familiar face.
The man’s grip tighten around his arm, but Chase kept his glare toward the receptionist in an attempt to get his attention—which failed totally—for the guy kept his head down. As his abductor dragged him toward the elevator, Chase palmed his side and lifted his hand with dread. It was damp and deep red with blood.
“Don’t do anything you’re going to regret,” the guy whispered to his ear as they got into the elevator, which, to Chase’s dismay, was empty. “I don’t want to have to kill you, Elliot. I love you.”
Chase turned cold at the mention of his character’s name. “I’m not Elliot,” he choked out. “I’m Chase.”
“Hush.” The man pulled Chase’s back against him, wrapping his long, muscled arm around Chase’s shoulders, waving the knife before Chase’s eyes.
Chase began to tremble.
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About Iyana Jenna
Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spend her nights mostly dreaming of love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.
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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Jules Dixon
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Jules Dixon and her hot new western romance Spurs (Cherry County Cowboys), now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. Take it away, Jules!
Dr. Grayson Taylor is convinced that a summer fling with the bartending cowboy is a quick remedy to mend his broken heart. Soon his plans to return to big city lights for a dream career don’t seem as attractive as the cowboy with dimples lying in his bed. When Grayson’s charred past reappears, can he learn that forgiveness costs less than pride and admit he is the one who needs to be healed?
Cowboy Izaac Scott drove into town with little more than boots on his feet, a well-loved baseball cap on his head and across-country journey on his mind, but he’s not sightseeing. He’s running from the ghost of a first love. Will the doctor be the one to help Izaac realize that true love can heal the past or will the cruel spurs of life jab him in the heart again?
Story Excerpt
The door was open to the other bedroom, and when I reached to close it I heard the rustling of covers in the room. The glow of the moon drowned Gray’s room in silver light. I watched him adjust the pillow under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His warm liquorcolored eyes glinted kaleidoscopic colors in the moonlight. I started to pull the door closed, and his eyes met mine. I froze. Parts of my gut that hadn’t experienced the waves of anticipation in years twisted like a there was a hurricane inside of me.
Without speaking he scooted over in his bed and threw the covers back. My brain willed my body to move into the room, and in seconds I was next to his bed.
“One more night, Izaac.”
“I’m afraid it’ll only complicate what I’ve made a mess of, Gray.”
“I’m good at unraveling complications. Come here, cowboy.”
He was good at unraveling my willpower, too.
I slipped into the bed. “I wish I could offer you more than tonight.”
“I wish for a lot of things, but I’m not asking for anything more than this night.”
What words couldn’t express our bodies would. Gentle and unhurried kisses prolonged our progress. Seven days with Grayson had more passion and connection than the last five years of my life. Those years had been the abysmal pit of repentance. Every move I made was calculated to prevent and eliminate relationships with people, but now I had people who wanted to have me in their lives. I was going to lose the most important person I’d ever had in my life.
“Gray?” I whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“I could still be a good guy to you.”
“Izaac, it’s okay to still care about Quinton, but I won’t compete with a ghost for your heart. It’s too hard to wonder if I’m the one in your mind at any given time or if you’ll leave when a memory of him overwhelms you.”
“I’ve held on for so long that I think maybe I’m just a living ghost myself.” “Then let me show you that you’re alive.”
His stubble abraded across the skin of my chest, and I fisted his hair as he explored every dip and inch down my stomach. If I couldn’t give him more, I could give him tonight. He deserved more, but this would have to do.
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About Jules Dixon
Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beerbrewing hubby. Their love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultrasarcastic son.
Jules explores the rich psychology of sexual orientation, sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and new adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!
Wicked Wednesday Reads: Sunshine and Love
Whee, it’s Wednesday! Never fear, for today I’m here with Doris O’Connor and her sweetly hot erotic romance Sunshine and Love, now available from Evernight Publishing and other online purveyors of fine erotic romance. Take it away, Doris!
Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sunshine and Love. Like all of the MM stories I’ve written so far this one took me by surprise.
I’d found a yummy man candy pic to share with my reader group the RavDor Chicks. This hunk to be precise.
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I wondered what hero he might be, and in our ensuing brainstorming session we came up with the following. He was a Dom, struggling with who he was. A single dad in need of a nanny. Oh and wouldn’t it be cool if this was a MM….
That’s all it took for my muse to sit up, rub her hands in glee, and force my fingers to the keyboard.
Sunshine and Love was born, and I had oodles of fun, and also shed a tear or two in the writing of this story. Hopefully, you lovely readers will go through the same emotions.
As an aside, if you’ve read Under his Boss, you will also recognise a few familiar names, as they make an appearance in this story. J
Now, to quote Jordan…Sunshine and Love is all you need….
He needs a nanny not a submissive…
Aaron Gibson is struggling with his many hats—single dad, business owner, Dom. His desperate search for a suitable nanny for his daughter Sunshine grinds to a halt when Jordan Carole walks into his office.
This inked biker is certainly not your ordinary kind of nanny, but the man’s instant rapport with his daughter convinces Aaron that Jordan is perfect for the job. All Aaron has to do is keep his hands off his nanny—simple, right?
Well, it would be if the two men could ignore the combustible, sexual tension between them. Jordan wants nothing more than to be allowed to take care of his new boss and his adorable baby.
If only he could convince the stubborn man that Sunshine and Love is all they need.
Story Excerpt
This close to the man he loved Jordan lost his composure, and before he could lose his bottle, he smashed his lips over Aaron’s. The other man’s surprised grunt granted him access, and Jordan wasted no time in slipping his tongue past the cool lips he’d been fantasizing over for weeks now, and deepened the kiss. The very scent and essence of Aaron Gibson exploded on his taste buds, and when Aaron kissed him back, the last semblance of rational reasoning fled Jordan’s brain. Tongues dueling and teeth clashing, this wasn’t just a kiss. It was punishment and connection all rolled into each other, as Jordan put all of his emotions into the frantic and ever more passionate kiss. When he ground his erection into his boss’s groin, and felt the equally hard ridge of his employer’s own need, he pulled away to study him. Aaron’s azure gaze was almost black, as his pupils dilated in his arousal, and chests heaving, they stared at each other.
“Fuck, we can’t do this.”
Aaron’s strangled groan broke the last of Jordan’s restraint, and he grasped hold of the other man’s stiff cock. Even through the fabric separating him from his prize, the heat of Aaron’s shaft branded him, and his boss groaned when he rubbed the flat of his palm up down Aaron’s dick.
“Dammit, stop.”
“No, I won’t. I want to taste you, Sir.”
Jordan dropped to his knees and closing his eyes, nuzzled into Aaron’s groin. Aaron’s hiss in answer and the way the man’s hands fisted in his hair made him bolder, and pulling away he looked up at his boss, while running his hand slowly up his thighs. The muscles bunched under his fingertips, and Aaron groaned and shook his head when Jordan reached his belt buckle and slowly undid it.
“Fuck, you really don’t have to do this. I … fuuuck.”
Jordan grinned as he pulled down the zipper, and reaching into Aaron’s boxer briefs, pulled out his boss’s cock, and licked across Aaron’s sensitive cock head.
The pressure on his scalp increased, and the slight pain fueled his own arousal, as did the drop of pre-cum that appeared on the slit of his lover’s magnificent dick. Aaron’s cock hardened further in Jordan’s fist, as he slid it slowly up and down Aaron’s thick and heavily veined shaft. The action pulled the other man’s foreskin back, and Jordan licked around the exposed, swollen head. A deep groan and yet more of the other man’s musk was his reward. Bringing his free hand up to fondle his boss’s heavy balls, he grasped the base of Aaron’s peen and hollowing out his cheeks, took as much of him in his mouth as he could.
Jordan closed his eyes and gave himself up to the heady sense of power that being on his knees and going down on another man always gave him, as he drank in Aaron’s unique spicy, salty musk, content in the knowledge that at this moment in time, the man was his and his alone.
When he came up for air, grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh in his mouth as he let go of Aaron’s cock, he glanced up and grinned at the man who was watching his every move through hooded eyelids.
“Still think we shouldn’t be doing this, Sir?” he asked with a smirk, and gasped when Aaron yanked his head back by his hair.
“Watch the sass, boy, and finish what you fucking started, before I come all over your face, and then tan your damn insolent ass for not taking no for an answer.”
The strain behind those few words spoke of Aaron’s need for him, and Jordan grinned around his mouthful of cock, as he went back down on his boss. Aaron swore when his cock hit the back of Jordan’s throat, and he swallowed around it.
“Fuck yes, just like that.” With those growled words the last of Aaron’s restraint broke, as he took over, and hands buried in Jordan’s hair, fucked his mouth with total abandonment. Relaxing his throat muscles Jordan relished in the feel of being used for this man’s pleasure, and gave himself over to the satisfaction to be found in that. The pain in his dick added to the sensation overload, as did the sound of the door opening, and the soft feminine gasp that barely registered over the roaring in his ears. He was so damn close to coming in his pants like a randy teenager it wasn’t even real and the knowledge that someone—no doubt Nicole—was watching him go down on Aaron made the whole thing ten times hotter.
Grasping hold of Aaron’s ass cheeks he renewed his efforts to make the other man come, and when the muscular globes clenched under his digits, and Aaron thrust into Jordan’s mouth in one last, un-coordinated move that threatened to cut off Jordan’s air supply, he knew he had him.
With a muffled groan, Aaron shot his cum down the back of Jordan’s throat, and he did his best to swallow the other man’s seed. The pressure on his head let up, enabling Jordan to pull back slightly, and Aaron’s furious curse bounced through the room, even as his cock continued to pulse inside Jordan’s mouth and he continued to milk the last few drops out of his lover’s junk.
“I’m so sorry. I … I’m sorry.” Nicole’s bumbling apology registered as Aaron pulled his cock out of Jordan’s mouth and yanked his trousers back up with another muttered curse.
Jordan couldn’t help it. Looking across at a red-faced Nicole who still peered at them through the slightly open door to Aaron’s office he winked at her and burst out laughing when she turned even redder and shut the door.
“This isn’t fucking funny.”
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About Doris O’Connor
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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