Friday, March 20, 2015

25% Off Sale At Phaze Books and Mundania Press

Get some money back from Uncle Sam? Come to and save 25% on all eBook and print titles. Use code TAXTIME at checkout to get the discount. This includes all new and backlist romances. Good through April 15, 2015.

Good selection of LGBT books from both houses.

Escape from Dolphin Street

Jason dreams of skateboarding away from his dead-end life in suburbia and being with Adam, the punk he has a crush on. Jason wishes he could overcome his weakness, stand up to his bullies, and be himself. He knows Adam could show him confidence, give him courage, and make him strong if he dared to cross the line.

When his only friends, Kelly and Tanya, decide to leave, Jason jumps at the chance to go. On the streets, they encounter a viciously twisted gang led by Liev, a pseudo skin, and consisting of his followers: strange Knappy with his blue lightning stun gun, butch Hex along with her fire brand Syd, and a hulking, mute giant simply called Hound. Fortunately, Adam comes to their aide, but can he be trusted, or is he one of the gang? Jason must choose between safety for his friends and his desire for Adam as they are hunted down.

Amidst the chaos, Jason is drawn to where Adam is from, the dark world of Dolphin Street, an abandoned area where street punks go. It’s a place of sharks and dolphins, predators and prey, where there are no rules. It’s a place he may never escape, or if he does, be forever changed.

Jason cleared his throat and said, “I’m here.”

Adam appeared out of the shadows naked and he wasn’t shy about it. “Take your clothes off and get over here.”

“Really, I can’t believe…” Jason gave up mid sentence, took off his shirt and kicked off his shoes.

Adam slunk back into shadow. Jason followed, sliding out of his jeans as he did. The tile floor was cool on his bare feet. A shaft of grey light hit the center of the bathroom. There was no shower curtain. A cold mist came from the nozzle.

Jason stared at Adam’s body and felt self-conscious of his own. “It’s cold.”

“I said get over here.”

Jason stepped across the room towards his fantasy come to life. Adam, the way he had dreamed about him in the dead of night in suburbia, was there in the flesh. His fear didn’t abate his excitement towards Adam’s hard and lean body. The kiss in the car, the wordless naked foreplay, all of it was overwhelming his senses. Jason reached out with a shaky hand and touched Adam’s chest. He slid his fingers down, grazing a nipple. Further down, he felt Adam’s abdomen and the trail of hair that led to his desire.

Before he could touch it, Adam grabbed his hand and pulled him around roughly. Jason felt the grip on his arm and the pressure and warmth of the front of Adam’s body against the back of his. Without a word he was guided by Adam’s legs to step into the tub and into the cold running water. Jason was engulfed in the spray. He dared not move in fear the moment may pass if he did. Adam kept the grip on him, one muscular arm wrapped tightly around while the other free hand washed him. Jason was too excited to feel embarrassed. The full pressure of flesh to flesh returned. Jason wanted to say something and was stopped by a hand to the back of the head pushing his face against the tile. Then it happened.

“Escape from Dolphin Street,” gay romance by David Sharp, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, B&N, Kobo, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance.  Our website is

Monday, March 16, 2015

Secrets Among Us

A collection of steamy erotic stories.
Cover Art by Nathie - Deviant

5 Studs:
Mitch thinks he has stumbled upon the perfect job when he goes to work for Melanie and Scott. While the couple is away, curiosity leads him to the den where he discovers a secret life of the husband. A private icon on the computer screen opens a variety of sexual liaisons with other men. It seems odd, though, that five diamond studs are involved as part of an erotic and dangerous game of chance. As the game unfolds before his eyes, Mitch is unaware he is being watched.


Fletcher Jones can chirp like a bird, grunt like a monkey, sing in nearly every key, and disguise his voice to sound like a woman, but he isn’t dangerous as so many believe. He’s a circus performer who lured a couple of hot studs into his trailer one night. When the men’s wives caught them in the act, they made sure Fletcher was sent to the infamous Manninger Institute. When he escapes, the quirky carnie eludes the authorities with his many ploys, until the institute’s founder stumbles upon clues of his whereabouts.

Erotic Scenes:

Clive has dreamed of working in film for as long as he can remember and after years of bit parts and minor roles, he has finally arrived to star in his first motion picture. Clive’s agent welcomes him, and Clive is impressed by his lavish lifestyle and can’t wait to be a part of it. When he begins to explore the monstrosity of a house of his agent, he wonders who the man’s connections really are and what exactly is expected of him as an actor in his movie debut. 

Minding PQ:

The gothic looking structure that sits high upon a hill has intrigued Luke for years. The rumors about the place are rampant and have become more unbelievable with every passing year. Luke drives past the gated entrance every day, but today the gate is open and he cannot resist. The door to the secretive domicile is unlocked and it appears no one is home. As he swishes dirt from his hands, the clapping sound summons a peculiar little man who takes him directly to Hapa. Hapa is the man who must be pleased by everyone who dares to enter his refuge uninvited, and Hapa’s requirements for pleasure are very specific and must never be questioned.

…many more stories included in this one-of-a-kind anthology.  Stories previously sold separately.

“Secrets Among Us,” erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, and Kobo ebooks.  Our website is

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Hyde's Dungeon

Hyde's Dungeon

Alphonse gave a pensive moan.  He feared the onslaught of sensation he was about to endure.

Alphonse, the kindhearted son of a dictator, is being forced to learn his father’s ruthless ways, but the torture that goes on in Hyde’s dungeon is too much for him to bear.  Alphonse is horrified that someone as charming and seductive as Hyde can show such cruelty.  

Hyde refuses to allow Alphonse to think he’s a monster.  The men in his dungeon are feeling pleasure, not pain.  Alphonse is dubious…but Hyde is more than happy to demonstrate on him.

With a mixture of tenderness and trust, author Yamila Abraham proves that even the most innocent submissive can enjoy an extreme initiation at the hands of a loving master.  

The dungeon is a bizarre bastion of kindness in an otherwise ruthless world.  Hyde uses tools that are somewhat unique—tools that could be used for legitimate torture if a master so desired.  

There are no paddles or whips in Hyde’s dungeon.  Hyde specializes in something far more extreme.

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Before him were two doors: to the side was the entry to the viewing room, straight ahead was the entrance to the dungeon.  Alphonse gripped the door handle with an ecstatic rush.  The door cracked open.

He took a moment to stand in the darkness of the dungeon and absorb the scents.  It was musty, since they were in the basement, but also smelled of bleach and metal.  His cock began to stir in the loose fabric of his pants.

Alphonse flipped the switches that turned on the rows of humming florescent lights above him.  The room was small, perhaps the size of a doctor’s examination room.  The floor was concrete and most of the side wall was the mirror window that observers looked through.  Across from that wall was a massive set of waist-high clinical drawers with table space on top.  A sleek deep-basin sink was beside this, and in the corner there was a small metal table on wheels.  Straight before him was a bed, neatly made with a white sheet, with leather restraints for someone’s wrists and ankles.   

Alphonse knew there was rigging to suspend a person above the bed.  He looked up and saw it had been hoisted flush against the ceiling.  The back wall was padded, with buttons in a diamond pattern pinching in cushioned black velvet.  Hanging from this wall were far more elaborate restraints, immobilizing not just the wrists and ankles, but thighs, armpits, throat, hips, elbows, chest, and so on.
 Alphonse had seen this put to use on the second prisoner, so that he could not move even an inch while Hyde worked on him.  In the furthest corner was a something even taller than Alphonse.  It was hidden beneath a grey sheet.

He planned to spend hours in the dungeon, if not all night, so he took his time inspecting the wall with its bindings.  His fingers traced over the soft yielding fabric.  He imagined being helplessly bound while Hyde worked on him.  This gave him yet another ecstatic shiver.

The door to the dungeon clicked shut.

Alphonse became paralyzed with terror.  His heart thundered in his ears as he turned back slowly.

Hyde stood before the steel door wearing his black dungeon clothes.  Alphonse forced himself to swallow the heavy lump in his throat.

“The pad-lock is deceiving,” he said, with his dark eyes locked onto Alphonse.  “It’s easily broken, but if there were no lock at all an intruder might grow suspicious.  Of course I have a silent alarm rigged on the door.”

Alphonse forced his trembling lips to form words.  “Look…”

Hyde touched his finger to his lips.  Alphonse swallowed a second time.

“Don’t bother.  It’s obvious why you’re here.”  He stepped back to lock the door with a key and then slipped the key in his pocket.

Alphonse’s eyes bulged.

The muscular man strode toward him.  “No one breaks into my dungeon without enduring a session.”

Alphonse scampered back.  His thudding heart felt ready to burst through his chest.  “What?”

“Shh.”  Hyde pursued with heavy-lidded eyes.  “Don’t ruin this for me.”

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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Hot August Comes by KC Kendricks

available at Amber Allure

Leo Corbin shook the dust of Westfall off his shoes to pursue opportunities among the bright city lights. When his mother suddenly dies, Leo returns home to settle her estate. His grief at her passing quickly turns to shock at what she left behind and rekindles old questions about the identity of his father.

Harrison Wade stuck by his father to help run the family farm. Life for a gay man in Westfall has limitations, but Harrison knows how to make the best of them. When Leo Corbin returns to town, Harrison’s quiet existence tilts. Leo is the guy who put an end to the high school bullying Harrison endured so many years ago. Harrison quickly discovers his old boyhood crush on Leo has matured into an adult attraction.

As the mercury rises, Harrison and Leo’s friendly buddy arrangement heats up. When hot August comes to Westfall, they discover home is more than where a man hangs his hat. It’s where he gives his heart.


Harrison slid off the bench to kneel in front of Leo. He ran his hands up the inside of Leo’s thighs to coax him to spread his knees. Harrison unzipped Leo’s pants and slipped his hand inside the fly to stroke Leo’s cock. Leo stretched and unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his ass and pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His heavy erection jutted straight at Harrison. He wished he could get a better look, but it was too dark. He fisted Leo’s shaft and slowly stroked.

About eight inches. Cut. Sufficient girth. Harrison judged Leo’s dick to be perfectly proportioned to his body, not that it mattered to him. A guy had what a guy had to work with and that was that. It probably made Leo happy about his endowment, though. Harriosn smiled up at him.

“Nice cock, Leo. Not too big, not too small.”

Leo grinned. “I’ve found it to be just right. It gets the job done.”

“I’ll just bet it does.” Harrison pulled Leo in for another kiss.

Leo’s tongue licked over his as his hand covered Harrison’s and urged his fingers to a different position. Harrison surged upward as Leo pushed him down and back but they both ended up on the ground with Leo on top. Leo flexed his hips against Harrison, which prompted him to end the kiss.

“Not in the dirt, Leo. I don’t think it’s right.”

“It’s fine, Harrison.” Leo claimed his mouth again. Harrison met him in the kiss, teasing and nibbling on Leo’s lips until Leo rolled off him. “You got a better idea?”

“Yeah, city boy. I do. Wait here.” Harrison got to his feet and shoved his hand down the front of his jeans to adjust his rigid dick to a more comfortable position. Leo snickered at him.

“Oh, let me fix that for you.”

“Three minutes and it’s all yours.” Harrison stepped over to his truck and flipped the seat forward. Damn, he hoped this thing still worked. He sensed Leo at his back.

“What the fuck is in the duffel, Harrison?”

“Air mattress.” Harrison tossed the mattress into the bed of the pickup, connected the fitting to the little pump, and plugged the pump into the cigarette lighter. “Press the button on the pump, Leo.”

A hum filled the air. Leo rubbed his ass cheek. “It’s working and I’m getting naked.”

Harrison thought that was a splendid idea. He walked around the pickup and opened the tailgate so he could give the air mattress a good yank to position it. Leo was busy draping his clothes over the side of the truck bed so Harrison hurried to catch up. The pump cut off and he closed the valve and disconnected the pump. Leo was already flat on his back on the mattress staring at the stars. In the dim light his dick looked dark against his paler abdomen.

Naked, Harrison hopped onto the tailgate and crawled up beside Leo. He rocked back on his knees and fondled his balls to ease the tightness.

“Now, where were we?”

Leo lifted his hand with his fingers curled, and made a rapid stroking motion. “Hand job, I think. Simple stuff.”

Harrison had hoped for a blowjob but trading hands was likely the better idea. And he could still get a quick taste of the man. He curled over Leo and licked his cock from tip to base. Leo moaned and said a breathy “yes,” but Harrison stretched out beside him.

He almost didn’t want to kiss Leo again and get zapped by the weird electricity that arced between them when their lips touched. What the hell was that, anyway? Pheromones? Harrison shivered.

He’d read about those and they could trick a man. He wasn’t about to fall prey to them. They were both going to get their rocks off and move on. Leo would be gone in a few days. End of story. Harrison rolled to face Leo and kissed the top of the man’s shoulder. Leo shifted onto his side and wrapped his fingers around Harrison’s hard-on.

Harrison slipped his thigh between Leo’s as Leo rested his knee on Harrison’s hip. He pressed his palm to Leo’s belly and caressed his way down to Leo’s firm sac. In response, Leo leaned in and kissed him.

Harrison forgot to breathe for a moment. They inched closer, chest-to-chest, leaving just enough room to maintain a good rhythm on each other. What they did to each other was simple and familiar but more exciting being done by another hand.

available at Amber Allure

KC Kendricks

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Tuesday, March 3, 2015



Cowboy Roundup, Gay Erotic Romance Stories
Editor: Drew Hunt
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Deadline: August 31, 2015

Payment: $40 USD and two copies of the published book in paperback and e-book format upon publication

Cowboy Roundup: Gay Erotic Romance Stories is open to all authors.

We’re looking for erotic stories between 5,000 and 9,500 words featuring hot, sexy cowboys in love and lust. These western-themed tales can be contemporary or historical, set on a ranch, on the trail, or in a bar, or anywhere two cowpokes can knock boots. Stories should be explicit and steamy, taking the reader on a wild ride or a roll in the hay.

Previously published stories may be considered if the author retains non-exclusive rights to republish in an anthology, but preference will be given to new stories. Authors new to JMS Books are encouraged to submit.

Stories must contain a gay or M/M erotic romance. Stories may contain multiple partners, but heterosexual or bisexual erotic stories will not be considered. We’re looking for unique stories in the cowboy genre by authors with strong voices and vivid imagery. Make us feel the passion between the players as well as the dust on their boots and the heat of the trail.


Submissions must include the author’s legal name and pseudonym (if any), mailing address, and a 50-word or less bio written in the third person. Send full manuscript formatted in Arial, 12 pt. font, in DOC or RTF format (no DOCX) with the first line of each paragraph indented (do NOT use tabs) and single spacing. US grammar (double quotation marks, etc.) is required.

E-mail to with the subject line: Cowboy Roundup Submission.

A Very Special Event: R.Greco And M.Christian On Erotica Writing, On Thursday March 5

(From R.Greco and M.Christian Presents)

This is going to be a blast!  A highlight of the R.Greco And M.Christian Roadshow, come hear Chris and Ralph talk and teach all about the joys and perils of being erotica writers at their special edition of Sex Sells: Writing And Selling Erotica at the Center For Sex and Culture in San Francisco on Thursday, March 5.

Here are the details - see you there!

Sex Sells - How To Write and Sell Erotica With R. Greco Jr. And M.Christian
The Center For Sex and Culture, San Francisco

1349 Mission St, San Francisco, CA 94103
Thursday, March 5, 2015
The Mission of the Center for Sex & Culture is to provide judgment-free education, cultural events, a library/media archive, and other resources to audiences across the sexual and gender spectrum; and to research and disseminate factual information, framing and informing issues of public policy and public health.
The market for erotic fiction and nonfiction is booming! There actually is a secret to writing great erotica - and you'll discover just what that is in this fun, hands-on workshop with well-known erotica writers R. Greco Jr. and M.Christian. 
For the beginning writer, erotica can be the ideal place to begin writing, getting published, and - best of all - earning money. And for the experienced writer, erotica can be an excellent way to beef up your resume and hone your writing skills. 
R. Greco Jr. and M.Christian will review the varieties of personal and literary expression possible in this exciting and expanding field. They'll also teach techniques for creating love and sex scenes that sizzle, current pay rates, how to write for a wide variety of erotic genres, where and how to submit your erotic writing, and more!
6:00PM - 8:00PM

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Meet And Greet R.Greco And M.Christian At Wicked Grounds!

(from R.Greco and M.Christian Presents)

As part of the blast-and-a-half whirlwind R.Greco and M.Christian Roadshow, come hang out with these two notorious (but nice) erotica writers at San Francisco's BDSM coffee house, Wicked Grounds on Tuesday, March 3!

Get your books signed, get your laughter on, hear about their upcoming projects and classes - and have fun!

Erotic Authors: Ralph Greco, Jr. & M.Christian 

Wicked Grounds, San Francisco
289 8th Street, San Francisco, CA 94103
Tuesday, March 3, 2015: 1:00PM to 3:00PM

Wicked Grounds is San Francisco's first and only kink cafe and boutique. We have a full cafe in San Francisco and host a wide variety of BDSM and related events, including workshops, classes, social gatherings, and munches.

Here's an opportunity to meet and greet Ralph Greco Jr. and M.Christian: two kick-ass smut writers and BDSM/sex educators who know how to have a good time ... either on the page or in the bedroom/dungeon!

In town as part of a whirlwind tour of kinky teaching and sexy authoring, Chris and Ralph (to their friends) will be available to chat about being an editor for Von Gutenberg Latex Couture Fashion Magazine (Ralph) and Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions (Chris) and their BDSM classes (such as Sensual Caning, Basic Bondage, Cupping, Breast Torture, and more) and their renowned erotica writing class series!

Come chat BDSM classes, get some books signed, and have a fun time with two fun guys...

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Xenoskar ((Tender Gay Fantasy BDSM)

Xenoskar (Tender Gay Fantasy BDSM)
“Don’t be sad, my beauty.  I’ll not be so terrible to you.”
The heroes of Lavintia need the mysterious demigod Xenoskar’s help against their enemy, but his price is the submission of one of their most beautiful members. Will it be the sweet and compliant Rin-Timber, his defiant and unnaturally possessive older twin brother Taylen—or both of them?

Xenoskar was slumped in his massive black onyx throne.  It was not his usual posture, but it bespoke the aloofness that one such as he should have for such pitiful guests.  To sit at attention might imply a mutual respect or even that he was honored by their presence.  Neither was true.  Xenoskar wished it to be clear that they must be humble before him.

His throne room was immense and sparse, with little to interrupt the vastness stretching to impossibly high stone walls.  The solitary furniture was his throne, blacker than the eye could understand, and with spikes of onyx rising to daunting lengths behind him.

Bule led the avatars into the room that took five minutes to cross.  They came to stand mere paces from the elevated stage of his throne.  Bule moved to take his place beside Xenoskar.

Taylen had fallen to the back of the group, furthest from his throne.  It was then that Xenoskar understood he was a coward.  Not in battle, but as a man.

Humility, indeed allowing himself to emote any sign of weakness, terrified him.

This was hard-learned behavior.  Xenoskar realized there was more to him than he’d first concluded.
Dorvan stepped forward and kneeled.  This most appropriate gesture of diffidence impressed Xenoskar.  Dorvan was a man at peace with himself, unlike the defiant twin.

“Lord Xenoskar, I am the leader of our group, I speak for us all when I say we are heartily grateful for your hospitality.  We all know you had rights to destroy us.  That you didn’t—well my Lord, you’ve humbled us with your generosity.”

Xenoskar noted the careful words.  Dorvan made certain not to admit they were in his debt.  It was an opening he would not allow Xenoskar to capitalize on.

“Your gratitude is noted,” Xenoskar said.  He budged his slumped posture not an inch.
Taylen made an angry expression.  Rin-Timber clasped his arm as discreetly as he could.

“I know not why you’ve helped us, my lord,” Dorvan said.  “To be honest, I’m afraid to ask.  But there is one thing I must ask, no matter how impertinent.  Will you destroy the final two ogres for us?”

“Would you allow me a night with your wife if I agreed to do this?”

Dorvan’s eyes widened and his lip parted.  Then he clenched his teeth in anger.  After taking a moment to collect himself he looked at Daxanna.  She nodded with a face as severe as her husband’s.

“Yes, my lord.”  The warrior forced his voice to remain steady.

Xenoskar lifted his gaze toward the rest of them.  “Are all of you prepared to make similar sacrifices?”

“Yes!” Leefa said at once.  (Taylen turned his body sideways from the throne.)

“I’m willing to destroy one more of the ogres for you.”
Dorvan grunted.  “My lord, as avatars of Helder we can vanquish an army of orcs, a hundred drow elves, or multitude of giants with little effort.  Our bond is to defend Lavintia from any such creatures who would ravage it.  But these ogres have armored themselves with invincible magic.  Whether it be one invincible creature or two it matters little.  We can’t best it.  We need both ogres destroyed.”

“I’ll destroy one of the beasts for you for a price.  Remain in my favor and I may consider bartering for the other as well.”

Daxanna took a step forward.  Dorvan wet his lips from where he knelt.

“I will take my pleasure with Rin-Timber,” Xenoskar said.


Leefa pulled Taylen away from Rin.  Jander clasped his other arm.

He now screamed.  “No deal!”

Dorvan propelled himself toward Taylen.  “Damn you, be silent!”

The four avatars tumbled to the floor.  Dorvan covered Taylen’s mouth with a stout hand.  The twin struggled with desperate lurches of his head.  Dorvan shot a glance to Rin.

“You’ll do it, won’t you, Rin?”

The lovelier twin’s face was marred with distress.  He forced himself to look away from Taylen towards Xenoskar.

“Do whatever you wish to me.”

The fervent affirmation caused Xenoskar to sit up.  He gave a narrow-eyed smile to Rin-Timber without showing teeth.

“Agreed.”  He gestured with one hand.  Giant black birds that had previously been invisible teamed down from the high back of his throne.  As they descended they transformed to harpies and plucked five of the six avatars from the vast stone floor.

“Don’t resist them,” Xenoskar said.  “They shall return you to your quarters.”

“Rin!” Taylen screamed.  His face turned red with anguish.

The others grimaced or shrieked, but heeded Xenoskar as they were carted away.  (The avatars were invulnerable, and could not be harmed by the sharp claws that held them.)

In moments only Rin-Timber remained before the throne.  He kept his eyes downcast with an expression of grief.

“Don’t be sad, my beauty,” Xenoskar said softly.

Rin peeked up at him.

The demigod gave him a placid gaze.  “I’ll not be so terrible to you.”

Rin’s throat bobbed with a gulp.  “I…I’m concerned for my brother.  This seems a greater sacrifice for him than it is for me.”

“There are still greater sacrifices he can make.  My transaction with your group is far from concluded.”  

Rin’s brow rose.

Xenoskar turned to Bule.  “Make him ready for me.”

Bule marched forward and led Rin-Timber away by the arm.

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