 Publisher: Totally Bound Cover Artist: Posh Gosh Book 2 in the series. Can be read as a standalone. Publisher Advisory: Scenes of violence and a brief scene of sexual abuse. Although part of a series, this book can be read as a standalone. Beau left, shutting the door behind him. Slade knew that the detective was on their side and he was happy to at least have one person in their camp. Facing Parker, he was met with his intense gaze. His nerves almost derailed him from what he wanted to say, but they’d been dancing around each other for over a week and Slade couldn’t take it anymore. “I want to talk to you about something and I’d like it if you’d let me get it all out before you say anything back.” He swallowed. “Okay?” “Okay, honey.” Slade stroked Parker’s hand with his thumb, refusing to allow his fears to steal from him what might be his chance at real happiness. He kept his eyes locked with Parker’s. “I really like you. I mean, more than I like a friend. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way about me, but I needed you to know that. I’m pretty sure you do like me that way too, but just in case, it’s like, okay and stuff.” Parker didn’t avert his gaze and Slade held his breath. “Can I say something now?” “Um, sure.” “I like you more than a friend too.” Once again, Parker cradled Slade’s face, but this time when he leaned in, there weren’t any interruptions. Their lips met and Slade sighed, opening himself to Parker’s kiss. As Parker slid his tongue into Slade’s mouth, seeking every part of him, he pulled them closer. The more Parker deepened their connection, the more Slade answered back with his own passionate swipes. Parker pulled back enough to draw in air then took Slade’s mouth again. There was an intensity to their shared kiss. Slade could sense a door opening to a new life for him—one that he could realistically picture Parker being a part of. Slade had placed his good hand on Parker’s shoulder to keep them close. Parker caressed Slade’s cheek, while also holding him tightly at his waist. Ending the kiss, Parker licked at Slade’s lips then leaned his forehead against Slade’s. They both breathed heavily, Slade’s length hardening. He wished that they were away from the hospital, somewhere private where it wouldn’t have been necessary to stop. “Slade, honey. So beautiful.” Slade’s stomach twisted. If his life was going to change for the better, he needed to start right away. “Lonnie.” Parker leaned back enough so that Slade could see his furrowed brow. “My real name. It’s Lonnie Henderson.” The corners of Parker’s mouth lifted into a smile. “Hi, Lonnie Henderson. I’m Parker McLean. Nice to meet you.” Lonnie burst into laughter. It really was as if he was free. Categories: Gay, Men In Uniform, Contemporary, Suspense, Thriller Meet Morticia Knight M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale – after all, who doesn’t? Since she loves several genres, you may find your heroes in a contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi setting. One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor. When not indulging in her obsession for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. The Pacific Northwest is the ideal spot to enjoy both hiking and beachcombing. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She now resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to family in England and Scotland when she was a child. She is currently working on the Sin City Uniforms Series and a BDSM spin-off to the Gin & Jazz series entitled The Hampton Road Club. A follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey’s story in Rockin’ the Alternative will also be available in 2015 through Totally Bound Publishing. Tour Dates/Tour Stops: 12-Jan Sinfully Sexy Decadent Delights 13-Jan Multitasking Mommas The Novel Approach 14-Jan Prism Book Alliance 15-Jan Kristy's Brain Food 16-Jan Iyana Jenna 19-Jan BFD Book Blog 20-Jan Hearts on Fire 21-Jan Fallen Angel Reviews 22-Jan Bayou Book Junkie 23-Jan MM Good Book Reviews 26-Jan Molly Lolly 27-Jan Cathy Brockman Romances 28-Jan Emotion in Motion 29-Jan Christy Loves 2 Read 30-Jan My Fiction Nook Carly’s Book Reviews 2-Feb Cate Ashwood 3-Feb Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words 4-Feb Love Bytes 5-Feb Amanda C. Stone 6-Feb Rainbow Gold Reviews  
I have joined up with a group of awesome authors writing a round robin story. They are Bynn Stein, Grace Duncan, Suki Fleet, Sophie Bonaste, Kim Fielding, Lane Hayes and Charlie Cochet! We will post new chapters will be posted every Monday and Thursday so be sure to check in and follow the whole story. Different Tracks Part 5“Son-of-a--” Xander stopped himself before he let loose with a string of obscenities.
Saturday number four, and he was still hitting his thumb, and the back of his hand, and whatever other body part was within range with the hammer. Well, at least he’d made it almost to noon without a bruise. Jo had given him a huge box of bandaids the week before and Xander wasn’t sure if she was joking around or not. Ever since Wednesday when Mr. J. had wandered into the butcher shop where Xander worked he lived in fear of these people finding out what the clumsy new guy did for a living. He could sling a meat cleaver with deadly accuracy, but with a hammer he was a threat to humanity. Mainly he was a threat to himself. Three years on that job and he’d never gotten hurt. Four weeks trying to help build a house and he was covered with nicks and scratches. Xander felt a tap on his shoulder. He sighed and turned to meekly face whoever had come to rescue him. His heart--and cock--gave a little, happy flutter when he looked up into Peter’s face. “You okay?” Peter held out a rag. Xander took the piece of material, grateful to discover it was damp and cool. “Thanks,” He said and mopped his latest wound. Peter folded his long legs and sat beside Xander. He placed two bottles of water between them and took the hammer and tapped a few stabilizing nails into the wood. “The trick is tap them lightly until they’re into the wood far enough you don’t have to put your hand so close.” “Uh-huh.” Wow, Xander’s eloquence amazed even himself. He wiped the cold rag over his face as a distraction from watching Peter’s hands. Or how the slight sheen of sweat from the rising heat and humidity accentuated the muscles of his arms. Handing the hammer back to Xander, Peter picked up one bottle of water and looked up at what they could see of the sky between the house frame as he drank. Xander sat there stupidly watching. When half the bottle was gone Peter put the cap back on and said, “Make sure you drink plenty today, though the way that sky looks I doubt we’ll work too much longer.” A rumble of thunder punctuated Peter’s words. The sky was darkening to a grayish purple by the minute. “Break it up, guys.” Mike hurried closer. “We’re packing it up for now. Severe storms are moving this way and tornado warnings are already popping up. Will you two get this part covered? We’re meeting up at that little diner about a mile down that way.” Mike pointed out the direction. “Peter, is your car still in the shop?” Xander’s mouth opened and a voice that was his came out before his brain really engaged. “I’ll give you a ride. Wherever you want to go.” Peter blinked at him for a second then smiled brilliantly. “I’d like that.” The sky brightened for a few seconds. Xander counted, reaching three-Mississippi's before the air around them cracked and boomed. “That’s getting close fast.” Mike ran to another group of people. Xander helped Peter cover as much as they could with tarps. Fortunately this was a new project and the only thing up was the basic frame. Cement had been poured early in the morning for some part of the flooring and that was what they wanted covered. All at once they were in the middle of a deluge. Everyone was running for their cars except Mike who had already hustled Mr. J. to his vehicle. The wind whipped the tarp and Xander started to go back to further secure it. Peter grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the parked cars. Lightning hit a nearby tree and tornado sirens shattered the air. Despite it all Xander appreciated Peter’s strong grip around his bicep. “Come on.” Peter pulled on Xander’s arm. Xander wasn’t going to argue. They ran for his car. “It’s not locked,” Xander called over the racket of rain, thunder and sirens. Peter headed to the passenger side, but stopped and looked at Xander over the roof of the car. “Ride wherever I want to go?” Peter asked and cocked his head to one side, grinning. Xander couldn’t help the thought how great Peter looked with his blond hair all wet and plastered to his head. “Get in the damn car!” Once Xander was behind the wheel he peeled off his sopping shirt without much thought. He seemed to have stopped thinking today. “Wow. You started the Samurai tatt?” Peter ran two fingers down Xander’s shoulder blade. He nodded. “I approve.” Xander didn’t have a prayer of stopping the quiver that ran through him. “Uh….” He reached into the back seat for a dry shirt, struggling into it. “Thanks. A drenched shirt against it isn’t good.” Glancing sideways at Peter, Xander shivered again as he watched a slow smile spread over Peter’s face. “No, it wouldn’t be,” Peter said. Xander stuck the key into the ignition and started the car, looking down as he did so. The clean T-shirt he’d grabbed was one of his work shirts. There would be no missing the long-horned steer with the words Butchers Make the Cut scrawled across the front and under that Otto’s Meat and Fish Shoppe. “You like steak?” “Oh, hell yeah,” Peter said and laughed. He used Xander’s discarded shirt to wipe rainwater from his hair and face. “The diner is that way. We’d better get, this storm is getting bad fast.” Kim Fielding is next up on Thursday with part 6! 
 Hi everybody. Thanks so much to Elizabeth for hosting us. We’re super stoked about the release of Sweet Fire. It’s our second novel but our first m/m and our first for Dreamspinner Press. So exciting. Being a mother/daughter team doing this together moves us quite a few points up the weird scale. Writing steamy m/m this way multiplies that weirdness factor exponentially. The funny thing is, for us the partner part of this is the easiest thing ever. Partner writing with anyone else would be hard but writing together with Shannen feels natural to me. After all, we’ve been doing this very nearly all her life. I’m an accountant by day but Shannen has always been a writer. When she was a little girl, for a while limericks and Doctor Suess-style rhyming poems were her thing. The whole family, (Shannen and I, my husband and Shannen’s younger brother Derek,) would sit around the living room brainstorming poetry, both kids shouting out lines from their beanbags on the floor and cracking themselves up. I know, normal families play board games or watch TV. Even that far back, “just a little weird” was our normal. My Ugly Dog I paid a call on my best friend Jerome, To find just the right dog for me to take home And when I got there I knew just what I’d find; A puppy so ugly I’d want to go blind… OK, even I know that’s terrible. It’s been a long time and I never claimed I could do this by myself. Together we’d have come up with something better. Just like our novel writing, the end result is greater than the sum of its parts. When Shannen and I are ready to start a new book, we simply sit down together and tell each other a story. We argue about plot and characters, motive and heat level. It can get both loud and graphic as we work out all the details for a full length romance novel and we’ve learned to do most of it in private, as it drives the rest of the family bugnuts. We eventually drag them in for some of the details, as my son is now a martial arts instructor (and our fight scene choreographer) and my husband has a very analytical mind. He often finds plot holes and asks questions that never occurred to either of us. In just a couple of hours we can come up with the bones of a novel, characters, romance, and action, beginning to end. After that it’s a matter of trading the notes back and forth until we have what amounts to a primitive rough draft, a 10-12 page, scene-by-scene outline with a thick paragraph spelling out what each scene has to accomplish. Whoever is most attached to the characters at that point takes it over and writes the first draft, with the other editing it scene by scene along the way. After two years of this craziness, we’ve got the first two novels in print. We have at least five more Gifted or Gifts of Fate novels in the works and we’re still having a blast. When Shannen and I first sat down to write, We thought maybe the books would be good. “You write that with your daughter?” The other authors all cried. No way could most have understood. But we kept right on writing, more stories to tell Might not get famous or make us a dime We might land on our backsides Or fall on our face But at least we’ll have had a good time. Oh, man. This is why I don’t do this alone... All right, enough foolishness. Sweet Fire, released January 2 from Dreamspinner, is book one of Gifts of Fate. Here’s the book, along with the opening scene. I hope you like Aaron and Ramón as much as we do. Click on the pic to go to the book on the Dreamspinner web site. 
Blurb:
Between Homeland Security's Gifted Agenda and the bigotry of a fearful populace, having paranormal Gifts is a dangerous thing. Pyrokinetic Aaron Flores knows firsthand how difficult it can be to control his power. Still, he runs his bakery and never gives up on finding his Happily Ever After. When Aaron's cousin asks him to check on her former EMT partner, Aaron’s chance has finally arrived. He's determined not to let anything stop him from catching (and keeping) his man. Ramón Del Rio spent three days at the tender mercies of HOMSEC agents when his former partner was taken. He wants nothing to do with a Gifted guy, but Aaron is nothing if not persistent. He's a pastry chef after all, and the way to a man's heart really is through his stomach. The physical passion they share is the icing on the cake. Just when Ramón decides that having Gifts might not be a deal breaker, someone close to Aaron decides his fire needs to be put out—permanently. Ramón will have to face his fears to save them both. Excerpt: The fire called him. The fryer grease landed on the gas burner and flared toward the ceiling, and Aaron felt it, felt the slight wrongness of it in his orderly kitchen. His pyro-kinetic Gift was damn handy in a bakery, and Aaron Flores knew how to make the most out of what he’d been given. Right now, making the most of his Gift meant putting out that fire. Aaron sprinted in from the back courtyard where he’d been shooting the shit with the delicious new driver from Petrov’s Creamery. Skidding to a halt just inside the kitchen door, he saw his two employees ducking for cover. The white-gold flare of the grease fire licked hungry flames up from the gas burner like tongues after his chocolate cream. Hot oil from the donut fryer lay splattered in a wide swath. Aaron snatched a wide round lid from a hook on the wall and raced across the room toward the big range top. It should have been a simple matter to move the saucepan of maple butter sauce off the fire and slap the lid over the burner, smothering the flames. Unfortunately, before he reached the range the fire flared higher, reaching past the big stainless steel hood toward the exposed beam above. Shit! No time for conventional methods now. Even as he crossed the room, Aaron reached out a hand toward the aggressive flame and damped it. The fire, right down to the pilot light of the gas burner, flickered and died a split second before he was able to shift the saucepan and drop the lid over the mess on the range top. He switched off the gas to the burner. Whew. Disaster averted. Aaron’s ability to control heat and flame helped make Sweet Nothings’ reputation as the best gourmet bakery in Spokane County, perhaps even the best in Washington State, but being Gifted in this time and place was perilous. He could have done without the audience. “Holy crap, boss! That’s some skill you got there!” Shit squared. Jaqui Robson, his first assistant and office manager, climbed to her feet behind him. Too much to hope that they were both too busy ducking to watch me, or that Jaqui would shut up. “You want to tell me how you were able to do that?” Jaqui stepped up beside him and gazed down at the range top with wonder. “You want to tell me what the hell happened here and why my kitchen was on fire?” Maybe she could be diverted. Jaqui turned to glare at the bakery’s second employee, a big man climbing to his feet with a sullen scowl and a mostly empty coffee cup. “Simon tripped and spilled his coffee into the deep fryer.” Well, fuck! Coffee, being mostly water, would sink to the bottom of the hot oil and become instantly superheated, expanding in a steam ball that would send oil (and half cooked donuts) flying everywhere. Simon had been cooking maple glaze for the donuts on the gas range. Open flame + flying oil = fucking mess. “Dammit, Simon!” Aaron stopped himself and drew in a deep breath of donut-scented air. He really worked at not being a raving bitch to his employees, but this one passed by honest mistake and strolled right into dangerously stupid. For more on our Gift of Fate series or our weird and wonderful publishing journey, visit us on our own blog, like us on FaceBook, or follow us on Twitter.  Publisher: Self-published Cover Artist: Lou Harper Categories: Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Science Fiction 90,000 words Blurb: Book Two of ‘The Harvest’ series. Best read in order. To survive is to adapt… Dale Michaels knows all about change. As he settles into his new life with the Tah’Narian starship captain Keyno Shou, Dale has adapted to life with an alien, space travel, and having his body mutated so he can carry a young. He’s closed the chapter on his old life. Living on Tah’Nar, Dale has a loving mate and good friends. He’s helped cement peace with the Onfre. Sure, being double-dosed during his harvest led to some serious drama, but that’s over. Dale’s happy. But life is never that simple. Even though Dale loves Keyno, he still struggles with the way the Tah’Narians harvest young males as mates. Dale finds himself hijacked by his own body, courtesy of his extra dose of Tah’Narian DNA. Then there’s the devastating secret his mate, Keyno, has hid all this time. And if all that isn’t enough, outside forces threaten to rip Dale’s hard-won peace apart as well. Join Dale for a non-stop adventure and a love that crosses several worlds and transcends space.  The Harvest: Journey’s End Book #2 in The Harvest series Excerpt: (The excerpt is from the beginning of estrus (or heat) for Dale.) I had just opened my mouth to question why we’d shifted into warp, when desire slammed into me. My head reared back as I arched in my seat, my eyes rolling back into my head. My hands gripped the armrests as desperate, ravenous sexual hunger raged through my body like a living beast. “Ahhh….” I groaned as voices floated around me, meaningless sounds as I spiraled out of control. My body ached with unmet need, as though I’d been sexually teased for hours, brought to the brink by Keyno’s talents, yet continually denied orgasm. Drenched in sweat, my chest heaving, I shook like a vibrating guitar string as desire strummed and plucked me. My nipples hardened to painful peaks, and just the feeling of my pants rubbing over my straining erection was torture. My mind focused on sex—ass-pounding, mind-bending, soul-scorching sex. Gasping in panic, I tried to fight whatever was happening, but my body had a mind of its own. I was just along for the damn ride. Author Bio: M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it! When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children. She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013. 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