|
Jewel Cave is now available for pre-order on a number of sites. Click on the cover for all the links in one convenient place!   Publisher: Torquere Press Cover Artist: Brandon Clay 112 pages Categories: Erotica, Gay Fiction, Humor, Romance Excerpt: "Welcome to Elderberry Grove. You passing through?" He offered his hand and I shook it. Then I reluctantly released his hand and busied myself with putting my watch back on. "No, actually I'm going to be moving into--" A sharp blast on a horn cut me off. Handsome-As-Hell and I both whipped around to find a huge white pig tooting the horn of the old blue Chevy pickup parked beside my Captiva. My mouth literally dropped open. "Shit. I forgot how she gets when her coffee is late. Nice meeting you!" the man who saved my life grinned. Good thing I had my vehicle behind me or I would have melted like an ice cream cone in August at his flashing white teeth. Dumbstruck, I watched the man grab a takeout container holding two large cups of coffee off my hood then run to the porker resting her cloven hooves on the steering wheel. With a grin and a wave, he and his swine friend rattled off down the two-lane in the direction of Elderberry Grove's booming downtown section. I closed my mouth. "I get the feeling we're not in Port Richmond anymore," I muttered, eyes glued to the departing blue tailgate. Sambuca hissed at me in reply. Meet V.L. Locey V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted goofy domestic fowl, and three steers. When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, tsú, and GoodReads. Tour Dates & Stops: March 25, 2015 Parker Williams, Bike Book Reviews, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, BFD Book Blog, Bayou Book Junkie, Cate Ashwood, Molly Lolly, 3 Chicks After Dark, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Cathy Brockman Romances, Vampires, Werewolves, and Fairies, Oh My, Inked Rainbow Reads, MM Good Book Reviews, Hearts on Fire, Charley Descoteaux, Velvet Panic, Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews, Fallen Angel Reviews, Andrew Q. Gordon, Emotion in Motion, Amanda C. Stone, The Hat Party  Book Number: 2 Should not be read as a standalone Release Date: April 20, 2015 Pre-Order  Excerpt: Adrien walked back onto the main street and over to the curb, where someone caught his eye. A man with short black hair walked toward him. Dressed in dark jeans, with a white shirt and dark wool jacket, he wore a single diamond stud in his left ear. A woman hurrying down the sidewalk dodged Adrien as he stopped, but the man behind him knocked him to his knees. “Are you all right?†someone said with a hint of a French accent. Adrien looked up into familiar brown eyes. Adrien inhaled slowly, hoping to head off the bloodlust that buzzed at the back of his brain. Heat tingled at the back of his neck, raising the hairs there. His palms felt suddenly sweaty. He felt sick. Not nausea—shock at seeing Nicolas here, realizing it really was Nicolas. “Yes, I….†Adrien took the hand Nicolas offered and struggled back to his feet. The world spun and he grabbed Nicolas’s arm to steady himself. “You’re not all right. You look ill. I should call an ambulance—†“No ambulance.†Adrien righted himself. “I just need to eat something. It’s hotter than I realized.†Nicolas glanced around, frowned, then said, “There’s a coffee shop at the corner.†He didn’t appear convinced by Adrien’s words. “Why don’t I help you over there?†As if Adrien would object. “Thank you.†Five minutes later they sat at a booth by the window, Adrien drinking coffee with a trembling hand. Adrien had watched Nicolas as they’d walked the short distance to the restaurant, his swordsman’s muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt. He looked only slightly older than he’d been when they met. “I’m sorry,†he said, coming back to himself and wondering why Nicolas was sitting with him when he could have left. “I must be keeping you from something.†“No,†Nicolas answered. “In fact, I just came from a meeting. I’ve got the rest of the afternoon free.†“I’m Adrien.†He forced a smile and set the empty mug down. “Nicolas.†“It’s good to meet you, Nicolas,†Adrien said in French. He drew another long breath and his heart slowed its gallop. “Please call me Nico,†Nicolas said, also in French. Meet Shira Anthony Shira Anthony was a professional opera singer in her last incarnation, performing roles in such operas as Tosca, i Pagliacci, and La Traviata, among others. She’s given up TV for evenings spent with her laptop, and she never goes anywhere without a pile of unread M/M romance on her Kindle. You can hear Shira singing Puccini's "Tosca" by clicking here: http://www.shiraanthony.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/tosca-visse-darte-exceprt1.mp3  Publisher: Dreamspinner Press Cover Artist: Reese Dante Connect with Shira Tour Dates & Stops: Parker Williams, MM Good Book Reviews, Inked Rainbow Reads, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Molly Lolly, Amanda C. Stone, The Fuzzy, Fluffy World of Chris T. Kat, Bayou Book Junkie, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, My Fiction Nook, Andrew Q. Gordon, Emotion in Motion, BFD Book Blog, Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews, Cate Ashwood, Elisa - My Reviews and Ramblings, Charley Descoteaux, Love Bytes, Divine Magazine, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Carly’s Book Reviews, Because Two Men Are Better Than One   Publisher: Judy Folger Cover Artist: Judy Folger Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Lesbian Romance, Lesbian Domestic Violence, Lesbian Abuse After Kallie Moran's husband, Aaron, is killed in Iraq, Kallie asks her law firm to transfer her back to her home town so she can be close to her mother. When her request is granted, she realizes that closeness to her mother also means closeness to her mother's dreadful sister, Bessie Benson. Bessie is loud and crass, and her sons make a lifestyle of rotating in and out of the county jail. The only Benson that Kallie has ever been able to tolerate is her cousin, Andi. Andi, too, once dreamed of getting out of Brookville, but unlike Kallie, she never quite made it. Now an out lesbian, Andi drags her intimidated partner, Della, to local bars and out-of-control family affairs. Della seems so miserable that Kallie finds herself reaching out to this beautiful, fragile-looking woman who just doesn't seem to belong among the Bensons. As Kallie and Della become friends, Kallie witnesses the verbal and emotional abuse Andi heaps on Della. Then comes the terrible night when Andi is no longer able to confine herself to words and slams Della to the ground, permanently scarring her face. Della flees to Kallie for protection. In relative safety, she struggles to face the fact that she is a victim of lesbian domestic violence. She is also falling hard for Kallie, her rescuer. Kallie, meanwhile, is keeping some secrets of her own. She wants to be with Della as much as Della wants to be with her, but she is afraid to embark on her first lesbian relationship. Their love blossoms when Kallie risks her life to save Della from another of Andi's vicious attacks. But it doesn't take Andi long to realize she's been betrayed. Furious, drunk, and carrying her father's hand gun, she vows that this time she will REALLY make Della and Kallie pay. Meet Judy Folger A proud member of the lesbian community, Judy wrote her first book after she retired and hasn’t looked back since. Her books tell the stories of women in love who fight to overcome real-life problems. Judy was born in Oklahoma and grew up in Wichita but now lives in Merriam, Kansas. She has a son who also writes and a daughter-in-law who does paranormal investigations.  Excerpt: Della leaned into Kallie so that their bodies were pressed close together. Kallie finally did what she had been wanting to do since the day she met Della. She reached up and tangled her fingers in that glorious, unruly hair. She had expected Della’s hair to be coarse, but it was soft and warm in her hands. Then Della’s hands found her breases, and Kallie remembered where they were and what they were doing. It took every ounce of willpower that she’d ever possessed, but she withdrew from Della, backing into the wall at the end of the step. “We shouldn’t do this,” she said in a voice so hoarse with passion she scarcely recognized it. Della’s green eyes reflected hurt and confusion. “Why not?” “Because you’re my cousin’s partner.” Della nodded sadly. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll go.” Kallie tried to think of something to say that would ease things between the two of them, but no words came to her mind. All she could do was watch as Della walked out the door. Tour Dates & Stops: 9-Mar Amanda C. Stone Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words 10-Mar Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves Cathy Brockman Romances 11-Mar Hearts on Fire Love Bytes 12-Mar Kimi-Chan Elin Gregory 13-Mar Prism Book Alliance Inked Rainbow Reads 16-Mar Molly Lolly 17-Mar Book Reviews and More by Kathy 18-Mar Velvet Panic Divine Magazine 19-Mar Nephylim Emotion in Motion Bayou Book Junkie 20-Mar My Fiction Nook Cate Ashwood   Part 21 by Elizabeth Noble Fortunately there wasn’t much room between Peter’s lap and the steering wheel or else Xander would have likely ended up on the floor and with a concussion when the truck slammed to a stop. Peter shoved the truck door open, saying, “Let’s...inside….” Xander snorted blew against Peter’s cock then forced him to stay put by wrapping the fingers of one hand around Peter’s cock.. “As if you’d think I’d wait that long.” Using his other hand he pulled the door shut again. He used the tip of his tongue and ran it from Peter’s balls to the underside of his crown. Using a light touch he swirled his tongue around the underside a few times before pressing against Peter’s tip. “Xan...shit….” Peter’s words were garbled. Xander got his other hand up and grabbed the waistband of Peter’s jeans, pulling them down farther. He rolled more onto his stomach and Peter pushed his legs farther apart. Xander took just the head of Peter’s cock in his mouth and sucked...hard. He was rewarded by Peter dragging in harsh breaths and arching off the seat, moaning out words Xander couldn’t understand. Shoving Peter’s hips firmly against the seat, Xander pressed one hand between the seat and Peter’s balls, gently rolling them with his fingers. He pressed the tips of two fingers firmly against Peter’s taint, rubbing lightly. Peter’s hips jerked up. Xander used the upward motion to slide Peter’s cock into his mouth. He pressed his tongue firmly against it while he moved up and down almost doing push-ups against Peter. His other hand he slid to Peter’s hip, holding him in place as much as possible. Xander scraped his teeth ever so lightly against Peter’s flesh until his movement brought him to Peter’s crown once more. Pressing harder against the tender area behind Peter’s balls Xander slipped his tongue through Peter’s slit a few times before sucking at his crown again. One of Peter’s hands had a death grip on Xander’s shoulder while the other clawed at the upholstery. He was talking without making much sense, but Xander got the gist and doubled his efforts. A surge of pride washed through him knowing he could do this to Peter, reduce him to a babbling mess. Peter squirmed side to side, his hips moving up and down in spasmodic jerks and his hand slapped at the seat. “I’m...gonna...fuck!” For a split second Xander though Peter stopped breathing and maybe he had. In the next instant Peter was trying to arch over the back of the seat, deep explosive, staccato moans were immediately followed by his body wracked with spasms. As Peter came Xander sucked harder and rubbed his finger in circles against Peter’s taint. Xander kept it up until Peter was gulping in huge breaths and the quivering of his muscles eased. “Holy fuck. That was...no one ever did it like that to…” Xander sat up and wiped his mouth with his arm, smirking. “Get used to it.” “That was the hottest thing ever.” Peter was wiggling back into his jeans. He grabbed Xander’s hand and practically threw himself out of the truck. “We gotta go...c’mon...you have to…” Xander scrambled out of the truck and took the lead, jogging to Peter’s front door. “Yeah, I sure as hell do.” He hoped his dick kept it together for a little while longer. Spinning Peter around Xander pinned him to the door, pressed fully against his body and kissed him. Without preamble he shoved his tongue into Peter’s mouth, ground his pelvis against Peter’s. Xander didn’t let up until Peter by some miracle Peter got the door unlocked, open and they stumbled into the house. Check out the full story beginning on Sophie's blog.
Sophie Bonaste - http://sophiebonaste.blogspot.com Charlie Cochet- http://charliecochet.com/blog Grace Duncan - http://www.grace-duncan.com/graces-blog Kim Fielding - http://kfieldingwrites.com Suki Fleet- http://sukifleet.wordpress.com/ Lane Hayes- http://lanehayes.wordpress.com Elizabeth Noble - http://www.elizabeth-noble.com/ Brynn Stein -https://brynnstein2.wordpress.com When the story is complete I'll post it in it's entirety on my website. Last year I was lucky enough to be able to attend Rainbow Con and I loved it so much I'm going back again. I'm very excited to meet up with old friends and make new friends. I'll be on the Big Cat tour.   Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing Cover Artist: Emmy Ellis Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Romance, Military 55,000 words Excerpt: Hey Ryder, So, uh, I’ve never really done this. I mean I had a pen pal when I was, like, eight, and I waited for the mailman every day to see what Skylar would say about kangaroos in Australia. Everything is so techy now, you know, email, texts, and written letters are rare. I guess that was part of the appeal—this just feels more important taking the time to write by hand. And you deserve that. The reason I decided to become a pen pal is I recently lost my brother and, well, I thought in his memory I’d do more to give back and find ways to support guys like him going through hell over there and fighting for our country. I want to say thanks, and I honestly do admire you. I don’t think I could do it. I’m a creature of comfort and complain ridiculously when it’s hot. Anyway, I keep going on about me. Thanks for everything you’re doing. I hope you’re staying safe. I’m sure you got a lot going on so if I don’t hear from you it’s okay. I just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you and wishing you a safe journey home. Take care, Dean Anna answers some questions: Do you have any writing quirks that have to be done, or anything that you have to have to write? I have to write if an idea comes to me, if I don’t I won’t be able to sleep as the characters will keep bugging me until I do. What it is like being in their head with all those characters? It’s crowded! Lol. Do you have characters who argue over whose turn it is next? Yes, they all want attention. Anna Lee Anna Lee graduated from the University of California Riverside with a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing. Living with a disability, she has overcome many challenges and puts her passion for life and love into her writing. She lives with her family and dogs and enjoys writing late into the night. When she isn’t writing, Anna enjoys spending time with her nieces and nephew or chatting with her friends about her favorite books and TV shows.  Tour Dates & Stops: 6-Mar Multitasking Mommas The Novel Approach The Blogger Girls 9-Mar Love Bytes Inked Rainbow Reads MM Good Book Reviews 3 Chicks After Dark 10-Mar Amanda C. Stone Bayou Book Junkie 11-Mar BFD Book Blog Emotion in Motion Molly Lolly 12-Mar Prism Book Alliance Fallen Angel Reviews EE Montgomery 13-Mar Nephylim Purchase  Publisher: Kensington Publishing/Lyrical Press Cover Artist: Kensington Art Department Excerpt: A little idea niggled at my brain—like an evil elf had tapped me on the shoulder. “You know, if you give me your card, I could call you if you leave your wallet behind again.” There. His cheeks went dusky pink. I finally got a blush out of him, but hell if I could decipher what it meant. I could predict people’s taste in coffee, down to preferred syrup flavor, but I still sucked at decoding anything as complex as human emotions. “Ah. Um.” He did the nervous cough thing again. “Never mind.” I wiped my hands on my apron. “I’d better get back.” “Wait.” He opened the wallet, plucked out a white card with a blue logo, and offered it to me. His broad fingers brushed mine again as he handed it over. Another barely there touch, but I felt the charge all the way down my spine, like I’d chugged a triple shot. My breath tripped with wishing he’d add a “call me anytime.” Brian would have. But David just stood there silently. Straighter than the Fremont Bridge and denser than a concrete pylon. Pages or Words: 30,000 words Annabeth Albert Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer. Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers. Represented by Saritza Hernandez of the Corvisiero Literary Agency  Do you have characters who argue over whose turn it is next? Sometimes when I’m trying to write in first person, the other character will get VERY noisy. What do you do to restore or refill when you need to recharge? Reading. I’m a total bookworm and that’s how I unwind, de-stress, and recharge.   Publisher: Borough’s Publishing Group Cover Artist: Art Department of Borough’s Publishing Group Excerpt: The man Taylor was blowing definitely didn’t know how the hell to keep quiet. Taylor’s lips were wrapped around his dick, while above him a man stood, panting and moaning, turning the air blue with his curses. Taylor stopped what he was doing, causing the blowjob recipient to groan in dismay, and glared at the sweaty face above him. “For Christ’s sake, Georgie, can you stop it with the fucking porn noises?” He glanced around him nervously. “This is where I work, damn it, and if anyone hears you they’ll come outside to see what all the fuss is about.” Georgie’s wide eyes cast a quick glance around the deserted alleyway behind ‘Music Mayhem’ where Taylor was employed, then looked down at Taylor kneeling between his legs. “Sorry, mate, it’s just that you’re so damn good at this and it’s been a while.” Pages or Words: 66,000 words Meet Susan Mac Nicol Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that… She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason. She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested. Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots. In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.  A little chat with Susan! I asked that all important question: Plotter or Pantser. Here's what Susan says about that: I am a definite Pantser. I belong to a writing circle and its founder is constantly amazed at how I manage to get from A to Z without a formal outline of any kind. He’s a sci-fi writer though, so that requires a lot more planning I think. Me, I just throw two dudes together, let them fall in lust, then taken them on the journey to love and end up happy ever after. And you know what- I have no idea how they get there; they just do. When I was in school, my English teacher used to set me my own personal challenges. He used to give me one line- that’s all- and then say ‘Right, I want a story from you starting with that line.’ He tried to see how I got from that one line to a full blown story. I always managed it. I don’t recall the exact line he gave me once, but it was along the lines of ‘The sand of the desert shone in the bright sun’ or something like that. Within no time at all, I had a story about a film crew in the desert making a film about an alcoholic film star where the film star then turned out to be a real alcoholic and was hiding it. I don’t recall the rest but he simply raised an eyebrow at me. Then he started giving me less words to write about. “He gave up’, was one of them. I wrote about a young Russian Christian man being pursued by the Russian police for his beliefs and finding sanctuary in an old abandoned building where he met one of the deceased Russian saints who spurred hi m on. I always meant to write more on this story actually, but never did. After that, the teacher just let me get on with it. (He’s also the teacher who sello taped a paper sign to my blazer saying ‘Kick me’, as he was a bit of a comedian) Fun times. I use that same philosophy now. When I started Stripped Bare, all I had was ‘Shane Templar watched the man standing by the bed. Shane had no idea how he’d gotten himself into this situation, but he had to admit that this wasn’t the first time.’ I had no idea what situation Shane was in, but I liked the line. Then I wrote the story around it. So Shane finds himself stripped naked and tied to a bed while a man wanks off over him. Who knew? It was the same with Worth Keeping. Poor old Nick had no idea what was in store for him when I wrote these words. Neither did I, I just knew he had to be horribly damaged and tortured and somewhere, I’d find the reason. At the edge of the sea cliff, Nick Mathers was overwhelmed by the sudden urge to step into thin air. He imagined his body sailing free, finally finding shattered peace on the rocks below. He closed his eyes, swallowing as the insidious pull of need threatened to take him over. So I sit down, I write the first lines and from there the story and the characters pull me into their own little world, the world where everything is crystal clear as you type and as the ideas flow. I do keep a timeline spreadsheet with the key events and when they happen so I can check the progress of the story and don’t have the guys falling in love in one day by mistake, or magically being transported to two places at once. That’s it. The rest is down to the clicking of my fingers on the keyboard and the knowledge that somewhere, in my brain, the guys are there with me, guiding me along. Buy the Book! Amazon links: U.S. - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TXZ3YUG U.K. - http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00TXZ3YUG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 Australia - http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B00TXZ3YUG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 Canada - http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00TXZ3YUG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 Germany - http://www.amazon.de/gp/product/B00TXZ3YUG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 Tour Dates: 23-Feb Rainbow Gold Reviews Up All Night, Read All Day Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words 24-Feb MM Good Book Reviews Inked Rainbow Reads 25-Feb Nic Starr Amanda C. Stone 26-Feb The Novel Approach Prism Book Alliance 27-Feb Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews 2-Mar Emotion in Motion Wicked Wolves and Dreaming Dragons 3-Mar Boy Meets Boy Reviews Kimi-Chan 4-Mar Bike Book Reviews Because Two Men Are Better Than One 5-Mar Hearts on Fire 6-Mar Parker Williams 9-Mar Nephylim Foxylutely Book Reviews Decadent Delights 10-Mar Wake Up Your Wild Side 11-Mar Bayou Book Junkie 3 Chicks After Dark 12-Mar Cate Ashwood 13-Mar The Blogger Girls Molly Lolly 16-Mar Iyana Jenna 17-Mar Cathy Brockman Romances My Fiction Nook 18-Mar Velvet Panic Love Bytes 19-Mar Kristy's Brain Food 20-Mar Multitasking Mommas BFD Book Blog Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents  |
 Welcome to My World
|
RSS Feed
