Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Grey's Hidden Fire by Draven St. James


Grey's Hidden Fire by Draven St. James 



Blurb:

            Grey's entire life is wrapped around his job as a firefighter. It is all he has ever wanted. That is until his new coworker Mica Cruz saunters through the door with his smoldering dark looks and dimpled grin. Suddenly he finds himself wanting to get to know what Mica looks like out of his gear and between the sheets.
Mica has one rule…keep his work life and his personal life separate. It was easy enough to follow until he meets Grey and finds that his rule can't stand up to the fire that Grey ignites. There's one big thing standing in the way of all of his lust filled musings. Grey is straight.
In a profession where being gay is often kept quiet Grey must come to terms with his growing attraction to Mica. How much is he willing to sacrifice? Can they come together before someone's hatred threatens to destroy them both?
  

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Excerpt:
Mica walked into the dark room that contained two bunk beds. Grey’s huddled form made a silhouette against the darkness on one of the lower bunks, and Mica stretched out on the other. Grey’s shifting sent the sounds of a creaky mattress across the small space.
“Are you gay?” Grey’s words shattered the silence with their quiet intensity.
Mica felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. No one had ever out-and-out asked him if he was gay. He was fairly certain it was because he didn’t look like the stereotypical gay man. He also didn’t act like what his coworkers had always described as a gay man. He wasn’t effeminate. They were never cruel, but there was a level of mocking when they spoke about the topic. The reaction to the answer to this one question could screw his whole world up, but he didn’t feel like he could lie to Grey.
“Yes,” he responded in a low voice. He held his breath and waited for some kind of verbal or physical explosive response. There was nothing, just the soft sound of Grey’s breath.
“Was I any good?” Grey asked.
Mica sat up and stared into the darkness, his mouth hanging open. “What?” he asked in a loud whisper.
“In your fantasy, I must have been pretty good, right?” There was humor in the other man’s voice. Humor, but not ridicule.
“Yeah, you were pretty good,” Mica conceded. He lay back on his bed and laughed softly. “You were really good.”
“Is that what you are? Dominant?”
“What do you mean?”
“I…” Grey hesitated. “Are you a top?”
Mica snickered and smiled broadly at Grey for having the courage to ask that kind of question. “Yes and no.”
Grey chuckled. “How does that work?”
“I wouldn’t mind bottoming for the right guy,” Mica confessed. He had never said that to anyone. He had actually never bottomed, but if given a chance with Grey…he’d be tempted.
“Oh…” Grey murmured.
Mica glared hard into the darkness. He wished he could look into Grey’s eyes, see what was in Grey’s mind. It was damn difficult to judge what a man was thinking simply by the tone of his voice. Grey didn’t seem to have much of a problem with Mica’s being gay. If anything, he sounded intrigued.
“I take it you’re straight?” Mica asked.
The weight of the silence was heavy. Had Grey gone to sleep that quickly? Mica wanted to get up and turn on the light, but he didn’t think Grey would appreciate it. It would feel too much like a spotlight during an interrogation.
“Yes,” Grey admitted. Although the brief moment of hesitation was curious.
“Thank you, then, for not freaking out about earlier,” Mica said into the void. His face heated at the words. He wanted to add to that, but he didn’t know what to say. Apologizing for using someone to get off was a new thing to him. In his early days of coming out he’d had his one-night stands with no apology. Somehow this entire situation held a higher level of intimacy. Maybe it was the sharing of secret thoughts in the dark.
Grey shuffled. “Mica?”
“Yeah?”
“What was I doing?”
Mica’s eyes widened. He couldn’t have heard that right, or he’d processed it incorrectly. “Huh?”
“I mean, what was your… What was the whole fantasy?”
Mica had to sit up to hear the whispered words. “In the shower?”
“Yeah.” Grey sighed. “I mean, I know I was…I mean…in the end…sucking…”
Mica could practically feel the heat of the other man blushing across the room.
“Are you seriously asking for the setting of my jack-off session?” Mica chuckled.
“Well, when you say it like that…” Grey’s voice filled with discomfort. “I guess it was an odd question. Never mind.”
Grey sounded mortified. Mica didn’t know what drove Grey to ask the question, but Mica wanted to share the fantasy with him. After all, Grey had asked. No one could fault him for handing over information that had been requested.
Mica lay back and closed his eyes. “You came into the locker room as I was taking off my T-shirt. You wanted to know if I needed any help cleaning up, or if I had any pain from the fire.”
He paused to see if Grey would stop him. If Grey had changed his mind about wanting to know Mica’s hot fantasy. A fantasy where Grey was the star. He heard nothing but Grey’s breathing. “Are you with me?”
“Yes.”
If Mica hadn’t been listening so closely, he wouldn’t have heard the response.
“Okay, so I told you my shoulder was really hurting from when I pushed against the door frame to make it outside. You came up behind me and ran your fingers over my shoulders, massaging. I could detect the faintest touch on my neck, where it felt like you’d kissed me. My cock twitched, and I barely managed to keep from groaning. You felt my body tense, so you pulled away and turned me around. You asked if I was okay, if I needed any other help.” His voice became hoarse with arousal.
“That’s when you looked down and saw my cock, rock hard against my briefs. You reached down to lightly stroke it through the fabric and asked if I required help taking care of any other special needs.”
Grey chuckled softly and said, “Sounds like a line from a porn video.”
“Well, it is a fantasy. Give me a break.” Mica laughed. “Anyway, of course I was shocked by your offer, but so fucking hard because your hand was stroking my dick that I nodded. You pushed my briefs down and wrapped your fingers around my cock. Your hand felt amazing. It was so warm and rough. I rocked my hips into it.” His cock leaked. The arousal was ten times what it had been in the shower. Describing the fantasy for Grey was hotter than he could have imagined.
“And?” Grey asked, his voice ragged.
Mica propped himself up on his elbow. Was it his imagination, or did Grey sound turned on?
“Then you swiped your finger over the head of my dick, getting a drop of precum. You brought it to your lips and sucked it off. You told me it tasted sweet and salty and that you wanted more.”
Grey’s breath came faster from across the room. Holy shit. Just the thought of Grey getting hot from the fantasy was enough to make Mica’s cock throb.
“Then what?” Grey whispered.


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Wanted: Two Doms by H.C.Brown

Wanted: Two Doms  
by H.C. Brown

Book Blurb
Meet the new member of Club Floggers, Aiden, in H.C. Brown's New Sizzling M/M/M BDSM.
Aiden Lovett bass guitarist for Cold Heat has a problem; his Dom walked out leaving his libido stuck on overdrive. Convinced one Master is not enough to satisfy him, he advertises in Club Floggers for two Doms.
They say be careful what you wish for: Will Aiden accept the offer of Logan and Connor and take a ride on the wild side?—Hell yeah!

Excerpt
Aiden Lovett crushed the can of cola in one hand then threw it against the wall. The remaining soda splashed over the white paintwork. The drink crashed to the floor and spiraled across the tiles trailing its contents in a brown stream. “Asshole.” He spun around and charged toward the door. “Doms! Fucking Jesus what is it with you guys?
“Whoa, just a minute what do you mean by ‘you guys’?” Alec stepped in front of his friend blocking his exit. “Have you had an argument with Jon?
Anger pushed bile up the back of Aiden’s throat. His hands trembled. How could his Master walk out on him after two fucking years?  He glanced down at the large hand resting on his arm and forced his shattered nerves to calm. His friend’s long fingers curled around his bare flesh. The touch offered comfort but came from an unobtainable source. He’d worked beside Alec for the past three years in constant awe of the handsome Dom. The man’s rough pads, from years of playing guitar, stroked his skin. The closeness of the big delicious guy soothed him. Instinct had him dropping his gaze, submissive. “No argument—well not really. The asshole waited until we walked off stage then sent me a text message saying he’d moved out and left his house keys with our manager.
“What brought this on?” Alec moved closer. “I had the impression you were in love with him.
 No, he hadn’t loved Jon. In truth, they’d based their relationship on mutual respect and need. Jon had divulged his desire for another sub, one he couldn’t have, from the get go, and the knowledge had cooled any real feelings Aiden had for his Master. How could Aiden explain his situation and the problems he’d endured with Jon to another damn Dom? Aiden shrugged and leaned against Alec seeking a small piece of comfort. “I’m highly sexed and Jon, well, he turned forty–five last June. Look, I’m not going into details but I suggested we might perhaps, ask another Dom to join us.
“Another Dom? Christ! So, I gather he didn’t take the idea very well?”  Alec led him to a chair. “Sit down and I’ll get you a drink.” He moved toward the bar set along one wall of the dressing room. “You might have offered to spice up your love life, first. I mean, if my boy had mentioned he’d wanted another Dom in our dungeon, I’d be pretty pissed too.
Aiden sat before the dressing table and stared into the mirror.  He opened a packet of wipes and started to remove his stage makeup. The band, Cold Heat, had played to a full house. The thumping music of their latest album drifted from the stadium above and the raucous conversation leeched through the thin walls from their manager, Bill and the deep voice of Seth, the drummer punctuated by the flamboyant singer, and front man, Reef.  
Aiden sucked in a steadying breath. The rich smell of the finest scotch whiskey filled his nostrils a few moments before Alec slid a glass filled with the ambrosia under his nose. He dropped the wipes into the garbage can beside the chair then cupped the glass in both hands. He inhaled the rich malt alcohol and sighed. “Actually he didn’t say much at all. What we had together was nice. At first we screwed like rabbits.” Aiden smiled. “The scenes were . . . well, you know, predictable, Jon was old school. He had certain things that turned him on and the sessions became very repetitive, which was fine for the first year then I did ask if we could spice things up a bit.” He lifted the glass and sipped. The drink rolled like liquid silk over his taste buds then slid down his throat in a hot rush. He sighed in appreciation. “Well, Jon got all defensive, told me I was a sub and it wasn’t my place to say such things. He accused me of wanting switch play.” He pulled a face, which he hoped displayed his contempt at such an idea. “I mean—really—as if I could top?
“You’ve had a good relationship outside the dungeon; I can’t see how talking about difficulties with your sex life should be a problem.” Alec rubbed his chin, his fingers rasping over his five-o-clock shadow. “The suggestion about having another man in a scene though, I’m guessing that would have made him a trifle angry. Doms are possessive creatures; the moment we collar a sub, we like to keep our boys to ourselves.
Aiden lifted his chin and met the liquid chocolate gaze of the lead guitarist sitting beside him. His friend, Alec had collared his own sub about six months previously and had the relaxed air of a satisfied man. He shook his head. “Not always. At Whips there are at least three pairs of Doms who share one sub.” He downed the drink and gasped at the rush of heat hitting his belly. “I need to get away from Whips. I’m not sure I can cope with watching Jon with another sub. This club you go to, Floggers, do you think I’ll be able to find a suitable Dom or two there?
“Maybe. I do know a couple of guys into switch play. Do you really want two Doms? Man that would take a special relationship. ” Alec flashed a pure white grin. “Just how oversexed are you?
“Would I like to live with two men—yes? Am I at a level to handle two Doms—you bet your fucking ass I am?” Aiden held up his glass for a refill. “If I could have sex six times a day, I’d be happy—flogging optional.
“And you’d be as sore as hell. You’ll need to find two men to match your libido.” Alec refilled his glass. “I’m not surprised your Dom had a problem satisfying you, I doubt one man could achieve that many orgasms day in and day out.” He placed the bottle of scotch back on the table and screwed on the top. “How many Masters do you believe like threesomes scenes anyway? It would mean sharing control, two Doms punishing one boy—that might be dangerous.
Aiden smiled. “No it would be as erotic as fucking hell. I’m ready and willing to give it a try.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll need to try a few out and see if I fit. What I need to know is how do I make my intentions known?
 “Well, come down to Club Floggers tonight, bring your latest blood tests, and I’ll get you signed up. You can place a notice on the board and see if anyone responds. I’ll ask Rio, the guy who owns the club, if he knows anyone who may be interested and I’ll introduce you.” Alec smiled. “And I do have two guys in mind I can ask.
“Great, we have three days before the next concert. I’ll take a room close by and hang there so I’m available.” Aiden sipped his drink. “I’m feeling better already.
“Oh, Lord, don’t try this on your own. Make sure I’m there or Nash. Don’t do anything stupid.” Alec had stripped off his stage clothes and stood gloriously naked in the middle of the room. “Dress in leather, something tight and sexy.  Those guys I know are into muscle. Call me when you get there. I live a block away and Nash is never far from the club. Get Bill to book you into the Eldorado its right next door.
Aiden forced his gaze to remain on the man’s face. He’d had a secret crush on Alec for years but this delicious piece of ass, preferred twinks. He grinned. “Aw Alec, you’re so sweet but I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.
Alec’s expression turned into a mask of concern. “No you can’t.  It never hurts to have someone outside the dungeon in this kind of situation. Two Doms fighting for control, and you bound and gagged is a potential recipe for disaster. Take my advice and protection for at least the first time.
Aiden grinned. “You wanna watch, Daddy?
“Fucking A.” Alec cupped his balls. “But I don’t think my pup would be impressed.” He turned and moved toward the shower. “I was always told in school two into one didn’t go, it might have been interesting proving that theory wrong.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

And Now For Something Completely Different: Writing Contest!

And Now For Something Completely Different: Writing Contest!

That's right! We are holding a Writing Contest during the month of August. So, get your pencils ready, round up your beta-readers, and get cracking on a short story with a steam punk theme and you might just win a $50 Amazon gift card as well as the chance to see your work included in one of our short story anthologies!



The rules are fairly simple: write and submit a story with a steam punk theme and setting. We will have categories for M/M pairings, F/F pairings, and M/F pairings as well as a category for "no romance." Once your story is finished and you've made all the tweaks to it you think it needs, email it to us as an attachment (.docx, .rtf, .pdf, and .doc only, please). In the body of your email, please include your legal first and last name, your postal address, the category you're entering, your pen name (if you have one) and the title of your story. Also, be sure to label the subject line "Steampunk Contest Entry" so we know what you're sending. Stories should be at least 2,500 words and no more than 30,000.

The submission period will begin August 1, 2013 and end August 31, 2013. You can read the full rules and conditions here.

Best get cracking immediately! We're looking forward to reading what you've got!

Monday, July 8, 2013

The Sarran Plague by A.C. Katt

The Sarran Plague

AUTHOR: A.C. Katt
ISBN: 9781935753728

PRICE: $6.99

GENRE: Bisexual • Erotic Romance • Fiction • Science Fiction
LENGTH: 68,022 words
RATING: flame rating 4

On far away Sarran, the Warriorpair Jonal and Tonas, along with the rest of the planet's males, lost their Fem when the Zyptz unleased a toxin that killed only females. Sarrans mates in Triad, two males with one female, and without fems, their civilization stared extinction in the face.

But the Sarrans are tough and smart. They searched the galaxy for a genetically compatible species and found Earth. They were told the Earthen fems were an inferior species, with many unable to establish the psychic link essential to the triad bond, but they had to try.

En route, from as far out as the asteroid belt, they heard fem voices calling to the mates. Success! But their joy is short-lived, because the human fems are in pain -- they are dying. The Zyptz found Earth before the Sarrans and unleashed their toxin.

Admirals Jonal and Tonas are determined to obtain a fem at almost any cost, and rush to save Anya, because they've already mated with her in their minds.


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EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of an erotic nature.

    “Thirsty,” she whispered. Then a strong, gentle hand lifted Anya’s head. She nuzzled closer, breathing deeply of fresh linen, vanilla and man, definitely man.

    “Drink, Pa Mici, drink,” a deep basso voice rumbled.

    Anya’s eye caught a snapshot of dark blue eyes, tousled midnight black hair. A thin white scar traced along the outline of a square jaw. Her vision was fuzzy around the edges. She picked up a slight hesitation between his words and her understanding. His lips moved and she received a nanosecond later, a weird built-in satellite delay. The hair on his muscled arm tickled across her back. His palm cupped the nape of her neck supporting her head. The thumb stroked downward. She trembled, leaning into the light caress.

    The thick fingers of his other hand curved around a filigreed silver tumbler with maroon and gold swirls.

    “Please, thirsty,” Anya mumbled as her lips pursed round the proffered straw.

    “Careful, Pa Mici, lips that shape beg a kiss,” the deep voice rumbled.

    Sweetness exploded on Anya’s tongue, a mélange of fruit? She didn’t recognize any of the flavors. Her eyes closed. The juice flowed through her mouth and down her throat easing the dryness. Voices in her mind, one was here, the basso, the other a baritone was close by. The vibrations sang sweet music to her sex. Anya’s skin flushed rose. She reached up and traced a finger along the thin scar. Anya knew she was dreaming. Her hero’s face was on the cover of every romance novel she ever read. He was an American privateer, scarred from a run-in with a British man-of-war or maybe a Regency Duke, scarred in a duel over his sister. It couldn’t be about a woman other than his sister, after all, this was her dream.

    “Your skin is exquisite, Pa Mici. Do you feel us yet? “ His soft mobile lips swept light kisses across her cheek and nibbled at the corner of her mouth.

    “Name ... my pirate ... name,” she insisted sticking out her lower lip, her mouth in moue.

    “Jonal, rest now,” the voice soothed.

    “Tis such a good dream,” Anya whispered as she grabbed his arm. “Please, don’t make me wake up.”
     
Mary Lynn Hansel
Writing As AC Katt

Author of The Sarran Plague, A Matter of Trust and Shattered Glass

Mary Lynn Hansel
Writing as AC Katt
     

Damian and the Doctor by Gale Stanley



Symbiotic Mates 4: Damian and the Doctor

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AVAILABLE: Saturday, July 13th
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, July 20th.

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, with M/F elements, vampires, shape-shifters, HEA]

Damian Starling, a scarred and reclusive vampire, believes no man will ever be able to look past his damaged face and love him. When Damian is put in charge of a captured wolf, he enjoys the growing friendship between him and an animal that doesn't care what he looks like. Damian is ordered to get the wolf to shift, but he's torn. He wants to know the man inside the animal, but Damian fears if the lycan sheds his fur, he'll turn away in disgust.

Doc Alder, a lycan physician, knows the vampires have some sinister plan for him, but he intends to go down fighting—as a wolf. Nothing can persuade him to shift to human form until a scarred vampire gains his trust. Doc shifts, and what started as friendship turns to blazing passion. The men fight their growing feelings, but soon learn that some bonds can never be broken.

Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Excerpt

Why is he so willing? “You sure you want this, vampire.”

Damian didn’t hesitate for a second. “Yes.”

Doc’s response was just as quick. “Why?”

“I have my reasons, but don’t worry, I’m ready.”

Damian did sound ready—and absolutely determined to bind himself to a lycan. A little light came through the open doorway and highlighted the vampire as he lowered himself to the floor in one graceful movement. Shocked speechless, Doc couldn’t believe his eyes. The sight of his enemy, this dangerous predator, kneeling at his feet made all kinds of thoughts go through his head. Damian’s sweet lips were at just the right height to slide over his swollen cock. Doc’s mouth started to water, and a band tightened around his chest. His heart ached with a gnawing pain. Anticipation? Lust? Or something he wasn’t ready to face?

Damian’s low whisper interrupted his thoughts. “We don’t have much time.”

Doc looked at Damian with a newfound respect. Even if this blood-mate crap wasn’t true, Damian believed it. The vampire must have some major brass balls to put himself in such a vulnerable position at the feet of his enemy. Doc admired the man’s strength and courage. Could he do any less? No. Besides, he wanted to get the hell out of here, and this time he didn’t intend to pussyfoot around and blow his chance.

Happy Reading!

Gale

Coming Soon from Clare Dargin

Title:  Ice and Peace- The Cold Warriors Universe
Author:  Clare Dargin
Genre:  Interracial, Futuristic, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing

A New Threat? After a long and vicious war, peace is on the horizon for Earth and its allies.  However, a series of mysterious attacks on several secret military installations, causes hostilities to rise once again.  

Redemption.  Having left under a cloud of disgrace, retired Marine Colonel Medoro Keegan is called back to duty.  

Bound.  His wife Caitlin, the only surviving member of her team, chooses to embrace her life, albeit grudgingly, as a cryo soldier.  Seen as sub-human, she is forced to serve a planet that denies her rights as a person. 

Driven.  Guided by their sense of duty and belief that somethings are bigger than them, they are determined to risk it all.  

Hope.  The cost of war is high.  Can their love and marriage survive?  Or will it be killed off by the very same mission that brought them there?


Coming Soon from Decadent Publishing.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

BEG by H.C. Brown

BEG by H.C. Brown

#4 Club Floggers
M/M Erotic BDSM

Buy link: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-beg-1227970-147.html
Blurb:

Meet Club Floggers Dom, Alec in H.C. Brown's new hot BDSM release "BEG"

Rock band guitarist and Dom Alec, likes to play the field but finds himself
a challenge in the new sub in Floggers, Raoul. The guy is a tease, dances
alone, and only commits to the odd scene.

Alec wants him with a passion and must use every trick in the book to bring
the deliciously handsome boy to heal but will he get his wish and make Raoul
beg?


Excerpt:
Alec snapped the guitar cased shut and straightened. His attention caught by
the disgruntled stare from the band's music director through the glass
partition. True, his mind had drifted during the recording session to the
new sub he'd caught sight of at Club Floggers the previous night. The
arrogant little twink had drifted in and acted as if he owned the place.
Alec smiled. He loved a challenge and of late, the house subs had become
more than a little predictable. This boy though, well he might be worth
breaking his "no attachment" rule for. Oh yeah, the idea of instilling a
little fear into those iridescent emerald eyes, and having that muscular
rounded ass quiver under his flogger hit every button on his sex-o-meter.
His cock tingled in anticipation.

"Alec, where is your head today?" Bruce Little stormed out the control room.
"I needed those tracks on the first take. What's got into you?"
"I had feedback in the headphones." Alec shrugged. The lie would have to do.

The fact the man's voice in his ear had driven him to distraction was closer
to the truth. He could play fine and think about the twink's soft skin and
his plan to cover the unmarked flesh with red stripes. During the session,
he'd planned the entire scene right up to the point of hearing his sub beg
for his cock. The head of his shaft throbbed against his zipper. With
effort, he forced the images from his mind, picked up his guitar, and moved
toward the door. "I gotta go. We have a photo shoot with Nash Mage at three
and I need to pick up my gear." He pushed past Bruce and noticed the man wet
his lips.
Alec paused in the control room and rolled his shoulders. His gaze settled
on Bruce's troubled expression. "Did you say something?"

Bruce laid one warm hand on Alec's arm and lifted his chin. "I know since
the band hit the big time, you've had your choice of men but I can't
understand why we've never hooked up."

Fuck! This guy had no idea who he became at night. Bruce had to be in his
forties and in this crazy world of rock 'n' roll had a reputation for
fucking band members. How could he tell him the last thing that interested
him was being on Bruce's wall of fame? The truth or let him down nice? He
met the man's gaze. One lie was enough for today. "It's never gonna happen,
Bruce. I like my boys around twenty-one and preferably twinks. I doubt you'd
live through a session with me. I'm not a straight sex kinda guy. I like
things messy."

"I see." Bruce dropped his hand and stepped back. "Well, thanks for your
honesty, I'll just go and drown myself now."

Alec slapped him on the back. "You'll forget me the moment the next gay
musician walks through the door. Catch you later." He strolled out the
control room.

Contact H.C. by e-mail: hc.brown15@yahoo.com.au, at her website: http://www.hcbrown-author.com/, on her blog: http://www.hcbrownauthoroferoticromance.blogspot.com.au/, find her onTwitter: @HCBrownauthor, or join her fan group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/hcbrownfangroup/join.