Monday, May 30, 2011

The Scientist and the Supermodel by Tara Lain


Jake has a mad hidden passion for his older boss, Emmaline Silvay, so why is he getting all hot and bothered when he sees this gorgeous man in a bar? Though Jake thinks of himself as straight, he's been having a lot of trouble getting excited about any of the girls he's dated. He doesn't have any such trouble with the supermodel, which throws his whole world into confusion. Roan Black knows better than to fall from some straight guy, especially a PhD scientist who couldn't possibly be interested in a high school dropout, could he? Well, maybe they can just have sex ....

Excerpt : Tara Lain The Scientist and the Supermodel M/M Erotic Romance

The following excerpt occurs after Jake has had an unexpected encounter with a man in LA. He is at his parent’s home in Brooklyn, has just asked out a girl who was invited to dinner and is now talking to his brother in the guest room.

The daybed was a little too small, and Jake shifted, trying to get his feet in a comfortable position. The room was dark except for reflections from a streetlight shining through the one window. Yeah, he was tired after the flying and the socializing. He sighed.

“You liked her, huh? You’re going to take her out?” his brother’s voice murmured across the room.

“Yeah, I asked her out.”

“She really turned you on. That date should be hot.”

Realizing hormones pretty much ran his brother’s twenty-year-old life, Jake asked with a grin, “Now why do you think that?”

“Hey, man, I saw you trying to hide that boner when you ran out.”

Jake flushed, glad that the room was dark. “Did everyone see?”

“Nah, just me. I was beside you, remember?”

“Yeah, well, I was thinking of someone else.”

“Ohhh. Your boss, I’ll bet. You’ve got it bad for her.”

Should he go with that suggestion? “Yeah, I do.” Then he decided to be at least a little more honest to encourage Caleb to be the same. “But actually it was someone else.”

He heard his brother sit up in bed. “No shit? You got another woman?”

Why did he have to phrase it quite like that? “Just someone I met in LA.”

“Wow. No wonder you’re so tired, big brother.” He laughed. “What’s her name?”

“I’d rather just forget about it.”

“No fucking way. Is she one of those LA chicks? Is she an actress? Wow. Is she famous?”

“Famous? Yes, that’s right. Now give it a rest.”

Suddenly the daybed was a lot more crowded, and Caleb was sitting on his legs. “Ya gotta tell me, Jake.”

“I don’t gotta tell you.” Shit, why didn’t he keep his mouth shut?

“Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“It’s personal.”

“I’m your brother,” he wailed.

“I know, but I can’t tell you about this.”

Cal was quiet for a moment. “Why not, Jake? Will it shock me? Will it despoil my lily-white ears?”

Jake sighed. “Yeah, it would shock you.”

“Really? Awesome! Let me guess. Threesome?”


“S and M?”


Cal flopped backward. “Orgy?”

“God, no. Hey, baby brother, what the hell are they teaching you in that college? Are you speaking from experience?”

“Shit, no.” He gave an evil grin. “Wish I was, though.”

“Come on, you like to be tied up?”

“I might consider it.”

“You want to be with a bunch of women?”

“Well, no, not really. But don’t change the subject, bro; we were talking about your indiscretions, not mine.”

“No need. I’m not talking. Get off me. Let’s go to sleep.”

The big body didn’t move, and all Jake’s pushing didn’t budge him. Okay, he’d just go to sleep. Jake turned his head on the pillow and sighed. Ignore the runt.

Cal was quiet, then a voice came out of the darkness. “Jake, did you have sex with a man?”

Jake swallowed hard. “Why the hell would you think that?”

“’Cause I remember that guy. Tom. So did you?”

“Yeah, sort of, but don’t think it was something major. I mean, it just happened…”



Caleb shifted and brought his face down so he was looking straight at Jake in the dim light. “I said, awesome.” He was quiet for a minute, then seemed to have made a decision. “Jake, my roommate is my lover. His name is Charlie.”

“Holy shit.”


They both just rested in the moment. Then Caleb practically pounced on him. “Tell me, Jake. Who was it? What did he do?” Suddenly Jake was being lifted by the shoulders and hugged by his giant of a brother. “Oh crap, Jake, I can’t tell you how much it means to me to have someone to talk to.”

Jake extricated himself gently from the bear hug and scooted back so he could sit up against the pillows. The light coming through the windows illuminated his brother’s handsome face. “Cal, why haven’t you told Mom and Dad?”

He looked a little sulky. “I didn’t hear you sharing your adventures at the dinner table.”

“Yeah, well this was a one-time thing. How long have you known you were…uh, liked guys?”

“It’s okay, Jake, you can say gay. That’s what I am, and I’ve known it since I went into puberty and all my raging hormones were pointing me in the wrong direction. Then I realized it was the right direction for me.”

“But you never told the folks.”

“For a long time I just kind of denied it. Then when I met Charlie and really got committed to the lifestyle, I just got tongue-tied. You know, Dad and Sean are such alphas.”

“I notice you didn’t include me in that description.”

“Well, you’re the pretty one. And you were always so comfortable with Tom. Man, I thought he was cute. Of course, I was just a kid, and he couldn’t see anyone but you. Fuck, that guy loved you.”

“You knew that?”

“Fuck, yeah. Didn’t you?”

“Not for a long time.”

“Wow. Poor guy.”


“So is that who you were with? Did he move to LA or something?”

“No, it wasn’t Tom.”

“Yeah, and I guess he wouldn’t be famous, or I’d probably have seen him. So who was it?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“If it doesn’t matter, why won’t you tell me?”

“Don’t want to.” Shit, what was he, five?

“So what did this unknown guy do?” Cal grabbed him again. “I’ll bet he sucked you off, didn’t he? That’s a pretty heteroflexible activity. Who doesn’t like getting their cock sucked? Right?”

“Yeah, right.”

“So who was it? Tell me, Jake. You know I’m not gonna tell anyone. C’mon, tell me.”

Jake sighed. “Okay. Have you ever heard of a model named Roan Black?”

Dead silence was followed by a soft whisper. “You are shitting me.”


His voice rose. “Roan Black sucked your cock? The most beautiful man in the world sucked your fucking cock?”


Caleb fell back on the very crowded bed. “Baby, that doesn’t make you gay, it just means you’re smart.”

Jake burst out laughing.

Book Trailer:

Find Tara Lain at:



Author blog:

Book blog:


Savvy Authors:



Taking Care of Charlie by Amber Kell


Book one in the Yearning Series

Charlie is surprised to discover the love of his life isn’t is straight as he always thought.

When Charlie moved to the big city to get away from small town life and explore his sexuality, little did he know the man he’d always yearned for didn’t just happen to move to the same area.

Marcus James had come to continue his lifelong goal of taking care of Charlie.

Buy link


The sound of beeping brought me out of my deep sleep. Blinking, I tried to clear my vision.


Everything was white.

The walls, the ceiling, the uniform of the woman leaning over me—all white. But it was the smell that gave it away.


I really hated hospitals.

“You’re awake,” she said with a wide smile, as if it were a major accomplishment to blink my eyes.


Okay, maybe it was an accomplishment.

“You had us worried.”

Who had I worried? I didn’t exactly see hordes of people wringing their hands and crying over me. It was nothing like the movies. There was only the two of us, and she didn’t look worried. She looked calm and collected. Her hands smoothed over the covers as she talked to me.

I resisted the urge to slap them away.

I hated being fussed over.

“How did I get here?” As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to take them back. Even I knew this was the work of my boyfriend, Isaac. The guy I thought was the one. Stupid me fell for his sexy smile and bad boy looks. Isaac wasn’t a bad boy. He was an asshole with really hard boots and the occasional baseball bat. Too bad I accidentally set it on fire. It was a signed edition and everything.

Hmm, maybe that could explain why I was here.

The perky nurse clamped her lips tightly together. I had the impression she didn’t want to tell me why I was here or how I got here or anything that might make me completely and totally freak out.

“You were injured. Do you remember anything at all?”

Of course.

Why wouldn’t I remember?

I searched my mind for the details of the event that led to my hospital visit. I had no doubt it was Isaac’s fault. It wasn’t the first time he’d sent me here, but I vowed it would be the last. I wasn’t one of those poor saps who thought if he licked his boyfriend’s boots a little better maybe he wouldn’t beat the crap out of him.

I’d already forgiven him once, but that old saying spun around in my head. Fool me once, shame on you—fool me twice, shame on me. This was my twice and I was done.

As I lay there coping with the pain raging throughout my entire body, the image of the perfect man drifted into my drug-soaked mind.

“I want Marcus.” My voice was barely above a whisper, but the nurse heard me. She turned back with a curious glint in her pretty brown eyes.

“Who’s Marcus?”

“My…” For the life of me, I couldn’t remember who Marcus was. I only knew he was important. Isaac must have slammed me to the ground harder then I remembered. Images flashed in my mind of a tall blond with golden brown eyes and an easy smile. I knew if I called him, Marcus would come. “My friend,” I said finally, because whatever he might be, I knew somehow he was my friend. The love I felt towards the image in my mind made me wonder if there was more than one reason Isaac beat the crap out of me.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Softly Spoken Lies by Gabrielle Evans

Softly Spoken Lies [The Moonlight Breed 4]
By: Gabrielle Evans

AVAILABLE: Thursday, June 2nd

[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, werewolves, sex toys, light bondage, spanking]

Hunter for The Council and newly appointed Alpha of a pack he knows nothing about, Blaise Taylor has enough on his plate without adding two mates to the mix. Two mates that happen to be male—and Blaise isn’t gay.

Cole Cunningham didn’t exactly picture himself mated to two men either, but he’s not about to throw away the gift fate has given him. He just has to find a way to bring them all together before their relationship self-destructs.

Free at last after years of imprisonment, Willow just wants to be happy. He’s been blessed with two insanely gorgeous mates, but he’s got his work cut out for him. Blaise needs to be the hero, and Cole can’t resist the urge to nurture. Willow has big ideas to turn his mates’ worlds upside down—until danger comes knocking at their door.


“I can’t shift. I know I’m not pureblood, but I should be able to shift.” He moved closer, burying his face in Cole’s warm neck. “If I could shift, maybe Blaise would like me. Then he’d claim us.”

A soft growl rumbled in Cole’s chest, vibrating against the hand Willow rested over his mate’s heart. “This is not your fault.” Cole’s finger stroked through his hair, comforting him. “Blaise’s issues are not yours, nor do they have anything to do with your ability to shift.”

Tugging on Willow’s long hair, Cole leaned away, a slow, wicked smile spreading over his lips. “You did just give me an idea, though.”

“And what’s that?”

“Well, I just talked to Blaise’s cousin, Keeton. You remember him?”

Willow nodded. He’d only met Keeton for a few minutes, but the guy kind of left a lasting impression.

“Well, he gave me some ideas of how to get Blaise to come around to our way of thinking. You want to help?”

Biting his lip, Willow nodded slowly. “What do I have to do?”

“Absolutely nothing. Keeton says that Blaise likes to be in charge, save the day, and have total control. We’re going to give it to him.”

“Okay, so then how am I going to help?” Willow’s brows drew together, and he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“You want to learn how to shift? We’re going to get Blaise to teach you.”

Willow’s eyes rounded, and he began shaking his head. “I don’t know about this, Cole. He’s really busy with the pack and everything. He doesn’t really have time, and I don’t want to bother him with it.”

Rolling his eyes, Cole kissed his temple. “He’s not that busy. He can take ten freakin’ minutes. Besides, that’s the problem. He’s never around. How are we supposed to seduce him if we can’t get him to sit still for longer than it takes him to eat?”

“We could always ambush him in the shower.” Willow’s cheeks heated, and he giggled. “Wet and naked—just how I like my men.”

Arching an eyebrow, Cole gave him a mischievous grin. “Oh, is that so?” Then he pounced, pushing Willow back to the carpet and hovering over him. “Well, it so happens, sexy and giggling are how I like my men.” He eased the hem of Willow’s T-shirt up, bent over him, and began licking at his belly button.

Willow tried to wiggle free, but Cole clamped down his hips, pinning him to the carpeted floor. “Uh-uh. You’re not going anywhere, baby.” Cole flicked his tongue like a serpent up Willow’s ribs, barely brushing against his skin.

He tried, he really did, but he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Little giggles escaped his lips, growing in volume until he rolled and shrieked under Cole’s touch. “Stop! Stop!” He struggled to speak through his laughter. “It tickles.”

Cole’s fingers worked in tandem with his tongue, poking and prodding, pulling more breathless laughter from Willow. “Cole, please!”

Finally, Cole relented, crawling up Willow’s body and kissing his panting lips. “No more tears, okay? I don’t like to see you sad.” Cole peppered kisses across his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw, and down his neck to his collarbones.


Stopping in his ministrations, Cole looked up at him again. “What is it, baby?”

“Why won’t you claim me?” Well, hell. He hadn’t meant to just blurt it out like that, but it had been worrying at the back of his mind for weeks. What was it that his mates found lacking in him that they didn’t want to be with him? Oh, Cole said all the right things, showered him with attention and affection, but they’d still yet to do more than kiss and cuddle.

Sighing, Cole rolled off him to lie on his side on the floor. Motioning for Willow to move closer, he tucked his arms around him and rested their foreheads together. “I want you very much, Willow. Don’t ever think otherwise.” He pushed his hips forward, grinding the hard ridge in his jeans against Willow’s thigh.

Willow swallowed back a moan, his own cock twitching in interest. Damn, Cole smelled so good, and Willow wanted to run his tongue over every inch of his mate’s fit body. “Then why?”

“After we found Blaise, we were supposed to be a triad, all of us together. I don’t want to feel like part of me is missing. I just wanted to wait until Blaise came around so I could claim you both.”

Well, when his mate put it that way, it all sounded very sweet. “So, it’s not because I’m part elf?”

Cole chuckled, rubbing their noses together. “Nope. I think you’re perfect from your curly shoes to your pointed ears.”

Willow slapped at the man’s chest playfully. “You know I do not wear curly shoes. You’re being a douche bag.”

“How about I just call you Santa’s Little Helper?”

“How about I show you what the inside of your ass looks like?” Willow glared, lifting his knee to settle it firmly against Cole’s balls. “Say it again. I dare you.”


Who knew he was such a kinky little slut and liked his ass spanked? His dick swung between his legs, pulsing and aching, and his balls hung heavy with cum. If Blaise didn’t give him relief soon, he was going to explode.

“Turn over,” Blaise ordered.

Cole complied, moving slowly and hissing when his abused flesh touched the blanket beneath him, sending heat radiating straight up his leaking shaft. He’d been scared to death at the thought of Blaise fucking him. He’d gotten a good eyeful of the man’s impressive erection earlier, and there was no way that monster would fit in his virgin ass.

He didn’t care anymore. Blaise could bend him in half and fuck him six ways from Sunday for all he cared. He just needed to come.

Willow rolled over as well, turning to Cole with a wicked grin. His soft cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide with excitement. His plump lips parted as he moved closer, darting his tongue to lick over Cole’s lips.

Cole moaned loudly, fisting his hands in Willow’s silky hair and dragging him against his chest as he plundered the depths of his sweet mouth. His gums itched and his belly tightened, his wolf banging against its cage and demanding he claim his mate.

A soft brush of wet heat along the underside of his balls had him arching his hips and crying out at the delicious sensations coursing through him. Pulling away from Willow’s searching mouth, he pushed up on his elbows, his pulse thundering in his ears as he stared into Blaise’s eyes.

Blaise laved his sac before sucking one nut into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. Cole nearly came up off the bed. No woman had ever done anything so erotic, so absolutely incredible to him.

Though his alpha mate was no more of an expert than him, the man was a complete natural. Falling back to the bed, he shuddered violently when Blaise’s questing tongue moved from his balls to travel up his jerking shaft.

“Oh, shit!” His hands seemed to move of their own accord, reaching down to gently palm the back of his lover’s head. Movement to his side caught his attention, and he opened his eyes to see Willow slide off the end of the mattress and disappear as he lowered himself to the floor.

He didn’t know what the little elf was up to until he heard Blaise cry out, his fingers digging into the flesh on Cole’s thigh. “Fuck yeah. Eat that cock, baby.”

The mental picture alone sent Cole into a tailspin of desire, and he arched his hips up, pulling Blaise’s attention back to his task. Hell, he’d settle for a quick hand job.

Blaise had other ideas, however. He gripped the base of Cole’s shaft, stroked him twice, then dove in to envelop the crown in his hot mouth. His slippery tongue swirled around the head then back up to flicker over his slit. “Damn, feels good, babe.”

Better than good, Cole wasn’t going to last. Blaise groaned, taking more of Cole’s cock in his mouth as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. His fist continued to work the base, gripping and relaxing, twisting just slightly as he dragged his lips along the upper half.

“You’re a fucking natural,” Cole whispered as his hips jerked and his balls drew closer to his body. “Can’t last. Gonna…” He tugged on Blaise’s hair, trying to pull the man off of him as his orgasm barreled down on him.

One Night in Bangkok by Gale Stanley

One Night in Bangkok

Coming June 4th

Bangkok is a hedonist’s paradise and sex is big business, but Philadelphia lawyer, David Elliot isn’t interested in the sinful pleasures Bangkok has to offer. His only concerns are real estate and conglomerates. His personal life might be shit but his professional life is on track and that’s all he cares about. On his first night in town he spots a young Thai man in the hotel bar and there’s an immediate connection between them. Kai brings a joie de vivre into David’s life that’s long been missing, but after a few blissful weeks Kai disappears. David is hurt, but he knows it was never meant to be anything more than a pleasant diversion. He returns to the states but he can’t help feeling he’s left something very important behind.

Kai was rescued from a life on the streets only to become a virtual sex slave to a wealthy expatriate who deals in sex and drugs. When Rick finds out Kai has been seeing David he locks him in the house. Kai is in love with David but resigned to a life with Rick. There was never a future for him and the American, and knowing what Rick is capable of, he fears for David’s life.

Available for preorder at Silver Publishing:


The office door opened and David Elliot looked up with a frown, ready to chew out the intruder who'd managed to get past his secretary. His scowl disappeared when Bernard Markham walked in. Mr. Perfect from his artfully cut hair to his designer shoes, the head of the Markham & Dunn LLP international law firm, exuded class. Worldly, wealthy, and all mine. How did I get lucky enough to snag the boss? David flashed his biggest, sexiest smile.

Bernie didn't return it. He looked down his perfect aquiline nose, a well-executed rhinoplasty, in that way of his that imparted you were a lesser mortal.

Uh oh. What did I forget? David ran through every detail in his head and couldn't come up with a damned thing. Ever since he found out he'd be going back to Bangkok to negotiate the acquisition of commercial real estate for Bernie, he'd worked long hours trying to tie up any loose ends. Reviewing documents and preparing contracts was tedious, time-consuming grunt work, usually relegated to junior attorneys, but David insisted on personally reviewing his own documents. He'd already gone through most of his files, and this was the last of it. Every problem had been anticipated, and his clients would be left in good hands while he was away.

The lower lid of Bernie's left eye twitched, a sure sign he was stressed, and right then David knew this wasn't about business. A cold knot settled in his stomach.

"We need to talk," Bernie announced.

"Have a seat."

"I'd rather stand."

This was bad. David knew all Bernie's shtick and looking down at someone was his way of taking charge, lecturing more than conversing.

"We need some time apart."

The words came straight out of left field, totally unexpected. They hadn't slept together in the past week, David's fault really, but his lover hadn't complained. They both believed in business before pleasure. "I know I've been distant lately. but we can fix this."

"It's not that." Bernie shook his head impatiently. "It's me."

Fuck! He'd heard that before. It's not you, it's me. The worst kiss-off ever, and a low blow to bring their personal affairs into the office. David got to his feet. If this was personal, he wasn’t about to let Bernie talk down to him. "Is there someone else?"

"No, nothing like that. I just think we need a little breather. Too much time together will kill a relationship. We don't live together, but I feel like we do. This past week, when you slept at your own place, I started to realize how much I needed some breathing room."

"You're bored." David couldn't keep the injured tone out of his voice.

"No. Yes." He admitted. "A break will be good for both of us."

"Don't tell me what I need or want." David raised his voice for the first time. "Your timing sucks. I leave for Bangkok tomorrow. We don't even have time to sit down and talk this out."

"Why keep rehashing it?" Bernie threw his hands in the air. "Go to Bangkok, take care of my business like you always do, and take some time for yourself. You'll be in Sin City! Enjoy it on me, you have an unlimited expense account." He turned away.

So the timing of this trip was intentional. Bernie hated messy scenes and this was his way of avoiding an awkward situation. He didn’t want him anymore, but didn't have the guts to finalize it. "And what will you be enjoying while I'm gone?" David asked acidly.

Bernie walked out and didn't answer him.


Thursday, May 19, 2011

Romeo and Julius by A.J. Llewellyn

Romeo and Julius

A new M/M Paranormal Romance by A.J. Llewellyn

Purchase Link:

Julius snapped up the job of Romeo’s dreams…can these star-crossed men get past this to fulfill a different kind of dream?

Synopsis: Romeo Quiles has accepted a job online in lush and sunny Kauai. However, upon his arrival in the Hawaiian Islands, he discovers the job is a scam. The company that hired him has emptied his bank accounts and he must scramble to either return home to Cupertino, California, and certain unemployment, or to give paradise a chance.

He’s thrilled when he lands another job, ironically at the same resort hotel used by the scam artists to lure him to Hawaii. Except that Romeo’s fallen for hotter than hot Julius who just took on the job Romeo wanted – and he’s not a very nice boss. To top it off, there’s secrets. Secrets galore. There’s ancient fire knife dancing, mysterious chants and old blind man Romeo comes to cherish but love rips at his heart. Can Romeo and Julius break the curse that separates them? Or will they wind up apart?

Hot eXcerpt:

Romeo wasn’t sure if Kumi let him win the race or if in fact he’d beaten the guy back to the room fair and square. What he did know was that he wanted his hands on Kumi’s naked body and the second they closed the door, he got his wish. He couldn’t stop touching Kumi who let Romeo have his way touching, stroking, kissing and licking the man’s magnificent body. Kumi led him to the bed, tossing back the bedspread.

“Remember, second base only,” Kumi murmured against Romeo’s mouth. Their kisses grew increasingly frantic. From outside, Romeo could hear the band playing Beyond the Reef. How apt. He’d have swum for miles to chase after Kumi. He had no idea what the fire dancer considered second base but after some wonderful kisses his mouth moved of its own accord down Kumi’s gorgeous body. He touched the man’s burnt shoulder, surprised how well it had healed. It still looked very tender, but Kumi insisted he was fine.

He writhed around as Romeo’s tongue licked up and down Kumi’s washboard abs. The man had the perfect body. Romeo had the wild urge to remember every faded cut and burn so he could kiss them all better each time he saw Kumi. He wanted to heal the man, stroke all kinds of good feelings into every battered space and he wanted to do it again and again.

When his tongue moved down Kumi’s waxed pubic area, he was not surprised to see how well-endowed the man was. His tongue flicked at a sliver of pre-come across the man’s belly. Romeo licked and licked again, capturing the swollen cock head with his eager mouth.

Kumi moaned, “Second base,” like it was a mantra, but Romeo plunged ahead. It was up to Kumi to stop him when he’d decided it was time. The man had a magnificent cock that wouldn’t quit. Romeo held the thick base in his hand, using the other one to rub a clockwise circle around Kumi’s solar plexus. The guy went berserk, his cock jumping in Romeo’s mouth. He felt a fresh surge of warm juice trickle into his mouth. Ah, nirvana.

Suddenly, Kumi pulled away. The strains of the musical instruments seemed to match the lift of the curtains on the balcony doors. They swayed like a grass skirt in the breeze.

“We have to stop. We’re almost on third.” Kumi’s voice hammered into Romeo’s mental hula.

“Okay.” Romeo’s cock wouldn’t go down. He’d have to live with it.

“Lie back,” the dancer said, his voice hypnotically low. Romeo obeyed, delirious when Kumi’s mouth and hands found their way to Romeo’s treasure trail and oh, boy, beyond his own personal reef.

Kumi sucked Romeo’s cock with abandon. Romeo gazed at the Adonis kneeling beside him in the bed.

“Can I touch you?” he asked. Kumi glanced up at him with those big, ancient, fathomless eyes and nodded. Romeo almost came on the spot.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

A Strange Freedom, Blood and Fireworks by Kiki Howell

A Strange Freedom, Blood and Fireworks, a novella

Blurb: Can a witch gain her freedom to live as she chooses between Memorial Day and the Fourth of July?

A man was not exactly what Meranda was looking for when she went to her grandfather’s grave for a ritual of remembrance on Memorial Day. However, what she thinks is a ghost in the heavy shadows of the night ends up a vampire.

When Meranda’s grandfather lay dying on a bloody battlefield in WWII, Alexander promised the man he would take care of his family if he got out of the war alive. Even though he returned to the states a night walker, he has done his best to honor that promise from a distance.

When Meranda is hurt due to his negligence, Alexander valiantly fights his own desires for her blood to save her. Only, once she is better, their lives clash. But, using a little magic, she plans to win their war by the time the fireworks light up the sky on Independence Day.

Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal (Vampire & Witch), Erotic Romance
Adult Content Warnings: Explicit Graphic Language, Toys

Coming May 27th, 2011 in eBook from Excessica Publishing

Memorial Day Contest! The week of Memorial Day, May 30th - June 4th, I will be hosting a contest where you can enter to win ebooks, print books and crafts all with a patriotic or military theme. Details will be posted at on May 30th!


He caught her before her body hit the ground, but not in time to stop her head from hitting the gravestone. He let his legs buckle beneath him as he brought her warm, lifeless form to his chest. That was when the smell of her blood filled his nose, and his body reacted to it like an alcoholic to a broken bottle of wine. Pulling up, he saw his fingers on the side of her head coated with the red liquid. It ran thin from the rush of adrenaline she must have had when she saw him.

While the metallic smell of it made his mouth begin to water, it was the unique sweet scent like apples warm and beginning to rot on the ground which drew his fangs out and made his whole body tremble. She was pure of heart, compassionate and giving, her desires… the scent of her blood revealed all of these things about her, confirming what he already knew from years of observing her life. He hissed and growled, curling his fingers up against the cut. Pressure to make it stop.

“I swear to you Arthur, I will not hurt her. I shall fight the cravings to save her. I owe you as much.” With that proclamation made out loud to the grave marker, he used his clean hand to rustle through her bag to find anything to cover the wound.

A thin piece of material, a purple square of silk which caught the moon light, he pulled out and pushed against the wound. His rapid breathing did not help matters, the sugary scent moved through him as the blood on his fingers started to congeal. With a deep breath forced outward, he tucked the uninjured side of her head under his neck, stuffed her scattered ritual items into her bag, and took it and her to her home. Her car he could not worry about, as a vampire he moved fast enough on two legs. Plus, he knew the way, he had been walking it for over seventy years now.

Luckily, even with her in his arms, he had them there in minutes. All of his were muscles taut. He willed away his absolute need to feed only by letting himself experience in his mind all over again watching her grandfather die, thinking of the promises he had made the dying man that day. Letting the guilt of that moment in time choke him, he broke the knob on her back door making it unnecessary for him to find her keys.

Laying her on her bed, he checked the wound.

“Damn it all!” he exclaimed finding a slight trickle of blood to still be flowing. He threw his body back against the wall, his fingers splayed out in front of him as far away as he could get them from his mouth and nose. He looked up, took a long suck of air, and held his breath.

Moving at abnormal speed he washed his hands in the bathroom all the while lying to himself about what he was doing, what he needed. He gathered the items he could find in a split second, like lots of gauze, and rushed back to her bed.

Laying over her body, he did let himself think of where he was. Beside her in her bed, her thigh pressed hard up against his, was a place he had never dared go before. Never had he been so intimate with her. He took the blessed opportunity, one he did not actually deserve, to examine her face, her body. While he had made a study of her for years, never had he seen her this close.

Kiki Howell ~where love is a mystical thing~

Please visit to see all available titles!

Monday, May 9, 2011

RUN TO YOU by Sarah Ballance


Mattie James can't pinpoint exactly when she lost control of her life, but the moment she decided to take it back made the front page of the local paper. Desperate to dodge the fallout— and the tabloids—she jumps at the chance to spend an off-season week in a tiny resort community by the sea. Making the trip with her ex-lover is a complication she can live with; coming face to face with a dead woman is not.

PDF, EPUB, HTML, MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader:

Amazon Kindle:


Wyatt didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. As soon as they made it through the door, he pulled her as close as skin and clothing would allow. When his lips met hers, her mouth was already open to him. He was hungry, eager, and reckless with his need of this woman, and she matched him move for move.

He laced his fingers through hers and used the gentle hold to pin her arms over her head against the rough exterior of the building. The move left them both helpless to reach for more, but the suggestion of danger made him dizzy with desire. The way she bit her lip and whispered his name led him to believe she shared his excitement.

The night moved around them. The ocean waves washed the beach a couple of blocks to the east, the distant hush of the tide setting the pace for the ragged cadence of their breaths. Salt hung in the air, and unkempt dune grasses swished in a chorus under a star-studded sky. Music drifted from the bar on the heels of cigarette smoke. Mattie’s skin was fire against the cool night, and she tasted of beer and woman. The combination made him crazy.

She crooked her leg around his, sliding her bare calf and thigh against his own leg—a dangerous move with his limbs growing weaker by the second.

He released his grasp of her fingers and let his hands trail down the flesh of her arms, past the generous swell of her breasts and the feminine curve of her waist. When he got a little lower, he slipped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, clinging to him like she was meant to be there all along. Her fingers caught in his hair; her soft cheek grazed his rough one.

He didn’t know how he made it across the sand without stumbling. He couldn't guess how he got the truck door open with her nibbling at his neck and his earlobes. He still didn’t know much of anything about her. He just knew that he wanted her, and the planets must have aligned up there somewhere because damned if she didn’t want him, too.

They still hadn’t spoken. Not since she’d sunk that last eight ball on Arnie, and now he couldn’t even remember what he’d said. He was fairly certain he hadn’t mentioned a quickie in the parking lot, but she’d accepted the unspoken invitation nonetheless. The little bit of denim between her legs did nothing to hide her arousal, and there wasn’t anything in the world that could hide the evidence of his need.

Effortlessly, he lifted her into the cab and let her fall backward on the bench seat. He climbed up after her and pushed between her legs, the ache of his erection antagonized when he felt her heat through their clothes.

She reached for him and fisted his shirt, pulling him on top of her. One kiss tumbled into another—a hot, seductive dance of tongues and need that left him on the verge of an explosion.

He found enough space between them to slide one hand under her shirt, and the softness of her skin taunted him. He took his revenge on her hard nipples, pinching and rolling one with his fingers and bringing his mouth down on the other through her shirt.

Mattie moaned and raked her fingers across his back. Desire shot through Wyatt as she worked her way to his abdomen, then ended in an explosion when she found his zipper and unbuttoned his pants.. He didn’t move his mouth off her shirt or release the breast he mauled through it when she grasped him. Wyatt didn't think; he sailed, letting the power of his need overwhelm him.

His cell phone rang, startling them both. Son of a bitch. Panting, he fumbled for it. Mattie didn’t relent her grasp, and he wished more than anything he didn’t have an obligation to answer the phone. Finally, he found it on the floor and glanced at the caller ID. Dwight.

He flipped the phone open and tried not to sound breathless, but Mattie still stroked him shamelessly, grinning like a cat.

"This better be good, Edmunds," he told the deputy by way of greeting.

"Good, bad, whatever you call it, it’s worth a phone call." Dwight sounded a little breathless himself. And distraught.

"What’s wrong?" Wyatt sat up, disengaging himself from Mattie’s grasp. For a moment, he wondered if the concern on her face was a reflection of his own and flashed her a quick expression of apology. So much for not playing sheriff for the night.

Dwight sounded like hell, though. Years of experience on the sleepy, crime-free island, and not once had a late-night call hit Wyatt with such urgency.

"You’d better get out here." Dwight paused as a siren wailed over the line. "There’s a dead woman on the beach, Sheriff, and this was no accident—she was murdered."

Sarah Ballance (website)

Romance you've dreamed of ... suspense to keep you up at night!

RUN TO YOU (romantic suspense) NEW RELEASE!

DOWN IN FLAMES (romance) available now from Noble Romance.

Contact Me Amazon Facebook WordPress Twitter

Peter and the Wolf by Gale Stanley

Peter and the Wolf

Symbiotic Mates: 2

Coming May 14, 2011

What happens when your blood adversary turns out to be your fated blood mate?

Tyler tends bar at the Wolf Den to fill his lonely nights, but he still hasn’t given up on finding a mate. He has his eye on Hunter, a pack enforcer, but the Lycan kills one of their pack and finds sanctuary in the Colony, home of the Vampires. The Pack Alpha calls Hunter a traitor and wants him back dead or alive. But Tyler believes his friend is in trouble and he allows himself to be captured in order to find out the truth. Instead he’s branded a blood slave to a blonde-haired vampire-hawk who wants more than blood. An unlikely alliance is forged but falling for his captor was never part of the plan.

Peter is a hybrid, part vampire, part human. He was turned by the Master, so his blood and abilities are stronger than the other made vamps. When he captures Tyler during an ambush, he expects a fight but the wolf hands himself over on a silver platter and Peter is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He makes Tyler his pet but once they share blood the line between captor and captive blurs.

Available at Silver Publishing:


The Arcadia wolf pack circled the vampire city and camouflaged themselves as best they could. The mixed forest of hardwoods and conifers that surrounded the Colony provided good cover, but the buzzards had the advantage of an aerial view of the landscape.

A surprise assault had never been an option but no one had expected the vamps to mobilize so quickly. Rafe, the pack Alpha, expected to be inside the compound before the Kindred had time to organize, but it didn't go down that way. The number of vampire-hawks circling meant a challenging battle lay ahead.

Talons and claws were no use against flyers but one shot in the heart could bring down a buzzard. Rafe had insisted a small contingent of expert marksmen carry guns to provide cover while those in wolf form jumped the wall to mount a ground attack against the turned vamps that couldn't fly. Tyler and the other shooters were spread too thin, their number too small. He was no strategist but even he could see they were outmatched. The first chill of unease crept up his spine and the hair rose on his body. He steeled his resolve, refusing to let a bunch of birds spook him.

As the Lycans moved into position, the number of hawks overhead kept increasing. He couldn't help but admire the enemy. Unusual predators, impressive in size and beauty, like wolves in the sky.

Long, low-pitched howls passed down the ranks. Tyler pulled his attention back to his surroundings and grumbled at the order to hold off the attack until the Alpha reassessed his strategy.

Damn! So close. Now he fidgeted in his hidey-hole, frustration and anxiety burning his stomach. Were the others as anxious? The thick growth prevented him from seeing his pack-mates hiding nearby.

Playing cat and mouse with a bunch of bloodsuckers didn't sit well with him. Unfamiliar scents in the forest reminded him how far from Arcadia he'd come and how little he knew about the Kindred.

The hawks overhead blocked the moonlight, yet the buzzards did nothing. Long minutes passed and the absence of aggression from either side made Tyler wary. Maybe I should reassess my own plan.

He suspected the vampires were playing a defensive game tonight. It was what he would do if he were harboring a traitor from the other side. A Lycan turncoat could be used to great advantage, especially an enforcer like Hunter who had intimate knowledge of wolf strategy and security.

Damn you Hunter! What the fuck is going on? The Alpha says you're a traitor, lured to the dark side by the bloodsuckers. If he gets his hands on you, you'll be executed for collaborating with the enemy. Is Rafe right? I don't believe it. Not even a vampire allure could breach your stubborn, loyal-dog-to-a-fault, hardheaded personality.

Tyler wasn't an enforcer, just a bartender at the Wolf Den. It might not be his place to second-guess the Alpha, but he refused to believe Hunter was anything but a loyal pack-mate. And he would prove it. He had to admit he wanted more than Hunter's friendship and gratitude. For months he'd been waiting while Hunter grieved the death of his mate, and Tyler was more than ready to step in and take her place. He'd be damned if he would let the vamps take his man.