Friday, July 3, 2015

JMS Books Turns 5!!

This July, join JMS Books as we celebrate

We have a TON of goodies for you this month! Visit our website to check out these month-long specials!
  • All e-books are 30% off!
  • J.M. Snyder, J.T. Marie, J. Tomas, & Shawna Jeanne e-books 40% off!
  • Free shipping on all paperback orders!

This year, our authors took on the challenge of writing a series of stories set during a massive heat wave sweeping across the United States. This summer is shaping up to be a real scorcher, one of the hottest in history, and these stories really crank up the heat! As temperatures soar, tempers flare and libidos rise, and we've cooked up 18 sizzling tales of summer love.


From July 19 through August 23, we're releasing 3 Heat Wave stories a week. And to celebrate our 5 year anniversary, each week 1 WINNER will win ALL 3 HEAT WAVE STORIES released that week!

To enter to win, sign up to receive our weekly newsletter today! Each week, 4 subscribers also win a free e-book of their choice, so your chances of winning are really good!


We're also hosting a SCAVENGER HUNT, and the grand prize is ... wait for it ...

ALL 18 HEAT WAVE E-BOOKS! (retail price $75) So how do you win that?

Answer ten questions about some of our authors by August 15, and 1 lucky winner will be chosen at random from all correct entries. Visit our website to find the questions, links to the authors' pages, and full contest rules.

So what are you waiting for? Stop by JMS Books today!

Monday, June 29, 2015

Burning For You (M/M Contemporary Romance) by KT Grant



Synopsis: Patrick Medcaff is a thirty-something blue collar worker trying to make ends meet in Manhattan. He dreams of owning a condo, and in order to do that he has to work a part-time job along with his full time job as a handyman at the ritzy St. Jennings hotel. Patrick will be the newest addition to the New York City College janitorial staff where he is introduced to the shark looking handsome Dean of the Economics department, Christian Jennings.

When Christian and Patrick meet, sparks fly between the two. Patrick thinks nothing can come out of their attraction because Christian is a college graduate who comes from an affluent family made of money, while he barely has two pennies to rub together. Christian, on the other hand, can't get Patrick off his mind, and will prove that although they are opposites in every way, their desires for one another can't be ignored.

Soon these two are embarking on a secret love affair. But when an ex-boyfriend of Patrick’s comes back to claim him, Christian will do whatever he can to keep Patrick as his own.


“Let me be blunt here. What the hell is going on, Jennings? Is this the wine talking, or are you just horny and need some random guy to get you off?”

Christian frowned and removed his hand. “I take offense at that. I’m not trolling some bathhouse looking to get my rocks off. You can’t deny there’s something going on between us. I felt it when we met in my office.”

“I think it’s the wine talking. I’m not available for what you want. I don’t have…. Listen, I just ended a bad relationship and I’m not ready for another. Okay?”

Christian gave him a pointed stare and raised an eyebrow. “Really? I think it’s an excuse. You can’t tell me you don’t feel our attraction for each other.”

Patrick was at a loss for words. He was ready to explode, and his heart was racing. And it didn’t help that Christian kept looking at him like he wanted to lick him from head and toe. When Christian moved forward and inserted his knee near his crotch, Patrick couldn’t take it any longer. He needed to leave before he reached across the table and started kissing the life out of this man who made him feel way off center.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” He slid out of the booth. Christian held out his hand, but he moved away before Christian could stop him. As he made his way to the bathroom, he spotted the exit door through which Tonya had made her escape.

He pushed the door open and strode out to a dark alley. Seeing no one, he ducked behind an out-of-order phone booth and leaned against the brick wall. He closed his eyes, took some deep breaths, and cupped his crotch. The slight cool autumn air ruffled his hair. He couldn’t believe he was actually considering it, but maybe if he took a few minutes to he make himself come, he’d be more in control around Christian.

He opened his eyes when he heard the back door open and the muffled sounds of music. The door closed with a bang, and footsteps shuffled over the pavement.


There was no use in keeping quiet. Christian would find him soon enough. “Over here.”

“Are you feeling well?” Christian stood in front of him.

He sighed. “How did you know I was out here?”

“I watched you leave. Are you feeling okay?” Christian gave his shoulder a light squeeze.

He swallowed as Christian’s thumb brushed over his collar bone. “I’m not feeling too hot.”

Christian’s licked his bottom lip. “I think I know what can make you feel better.

“What I need is—”

Christian pressed his mouth against Patrick’s and slid his tongue inside. Patrick gasped and spread his fingers across the lean chest. Christian responded by pressing him into the side of the old, rusted phone booth. His knee went between Patrick’s legs and bumped against his groin.

Oh my God. He’s kissing me!

Christian swiped the inside of his mouth with his tongue. “Kiss me back, damn it,” he ordered and bit down on Patrick’s bottom lip.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Patrick whispered as Christian rubbed up against him.

“Just…a few…minutes. Okay?” Christian said between eager kisses.

Ah, why not? He inhaled, wrapped his arms around the older man, and stuck out his tongue to play with Christian’s.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

This Thursday: How to Write and Sell Your Sexual Self-Help Book – A Class for Therapists, Social Workers, Peer Counselors, Sex Workers, Workshop Presenters & Everyone Else With Jean Marie Stine

(From M.Christian's Classes And Appearances)

There's cool and then there's cool: come this Thursday to the Center For Sex And Culture and hear the fabulous Jean Marie Stine and myself talk about creating your own sexual help book!

Creating and selling a self-help book can be a huge promotional tool – especially for adult businesses!  In this informative and insightful class, Jean Marie Stine and M.Christian will explain not just the benefits and methodology of writing a self-help book but the logistics of publishing, distribution, marketing and more!

Attendees will learn:
· The special considerations of a sexual self help book
· The four basic types of self-help books
· The 5 key elements of a compelling outline
· How to create dynamic book and chapter titles
· The simple way to develop a winning style
· Using headings and bullets to make pages "user friendly"
· Making case histories and quotations illustrate your point
· How checklists, quizzes and exercises can help the reader

The Center for Sex And Culture
1349 Mission St, San Francisco, CA 94103
July 2nd, 2015
6:00PM – 8:00PM

Jean Marie Stine is the author of a number of pioneering works of erotica published in the late 1960 and early 1970s, beginning with Season of the Witch in 1968, which was filmed as the motion picture Synapse. Her erotic short stories and novelettes have been collected as "Trans-sexual: Fiction for Gender Queers." She is the Publisher of Renaissance E Books, which includes the Sizzler Editions imprint of premier and groundbreaking erotica

M.Christian is a recognized master of erotica with more than 400 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica and many others. He is a sexuality and BDSM educator for venues all across the country -- and an Associate Publisher for Renaissance E Books.

Friday, June 26, 2015

No One But You (sequel to Shining Victory) by KC Kendricks

No One But You
Available at Amber Allure

...I stopped the car at the end of the shop’s driveway and turned to Stacy. “Can you just let go of your notion that I’m missing out on life? I don’t feel like I am.”
“Okay. But here’s the thing, Levi. I want—”

“Just stop. I love you.”
To my utter shock, Stacy grabbed both my wrists, his powerful grip tight enough to bruise. His gaze bored into mine, freezing me cold. “You stop, Levi. Listen, just this once. You’re so afraid I’ll be pissed if I see you get a hard-on for some other guy, you run from me when I want to talk about it. Do you think in five years I’ve never seen another man that gave me a little tingle? It happens to everyone, lover. It’s not something to be ashamed of.”
My voice didn’t want to work. “I’m not you.”
“No, you’re not. I’ve never cheated on you, Levi.” He looked at me for the longest moments of my life, his eyes gone black with some emotion I had no name for.
I knew. I knew.
“I heard what the bartender said the other night. You need to know that if it ever happens and you trick some guy, you don’t need to keep it from me. I expect you to first, be safe, and second, to tell me so we can be more careful.”
Ice water tossed in my face would not have chilled me more than his words.
“What the fuck is going on here, Stacy? I’ve never cheated on you. Never. And I’m not starting now.”
“Levi, we’ve been together a long time and, as a couple, we’ve enjoyed unprotected sex for quite a while now. Do I need to be concerned?”
A fine trembling seized my body. This conversation was out of control, the potential for disaster increasing by the second. My stomach clenched in on itself until I fought back the dry heaves. The world spiraled around me, going black at the edges. I broke free of his hands.
“I love you. I never cheat on you. Yet you sit there and ask me if it’s possible I could have given you the clap—or something worse? Maybe I should be the one worrying. And you have to do it here? You motherfucker! I have to go in there and work!” I choked, unable to breathe. “I never…”
Stacy’s arms came around me. I shoved him away, holding him at bay. The words came as I managed a deep breath. Horrible words I couldn’t stop from pouring out of me in my anger and pain that he didn’t know me well enough to believe how much I loved him.
“Why don’t you go get a fucking blood test since you can’t trust me? Now you listen to me. You decide whether you love me enough to have me hang around because if I’ve gotten a little old for you, you should tell me. I’ll step aside so you can go find yourself another sixteen-year-old!”
He drew back as if I’d struck him, which I had. I’d lashed out, hitting him with the most damaging words I owned. He’d been falsely accused of having sex with a sixteen-year-old boy when he was twenty. The boy had lied—Stacy hadn’t touched him—but the accusation had almost ruined Stacy’s life. The pain remained, and I, who loved him so much, knew the wound lingered in him, unhealed at its deepest point.
And I used it against him.
I reached for him, and this time he batted my hands away.
“I’m sorry, Stace. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
“You said it, so you did mean it. Now get out of the car. I can’t be with you right now.”
My stomach roiled. “Stacy, please, we need to go back home and talk this out.”
He refused to look at me. The cold rage in his voice didn’t completely disguise the hurt. “No, we don’t. Going home won’t fix this, Levi. I need some time alone. I’m sure Danny or Luke will give you a lift back to the house to get your pickup. Do us both a favor and find someplace else to sleep tonight...”

About No One But You:
Lovers Stacy James and Levi Wright keep their relationship hot and spicy by enjoying the little things in life. Levi welcomes Stacy home from a business trip by delighting his partner with a quick trick in the men’s room of a local pool hall. An offhand comment by a stranger cools Stacy’s ardor, however, and sets in motion a chain reaction that rocks the very foundation of Levi’s world. He’s never cheated on Stacy, but Stacy has sudden doubts.
On his own, Levi is tested in his discoveries—about Stacy, their relationship, and about the kind of man he wants to be. One thing he knows for certain. He’s not losing Stacy over a careless whisper that isn’t true, but will the only man he’ll ever love forgive his angry words?
Stacy made the worst mistake of his life telling his lover to find another place to sleep. Levi might be younger, but he’s a man, with a man’s pride. But can Stacy draw on all his experience to walk a road full of detours and pitfalls to meet Levi halfway and bring him home? Because for Stacy, there’s no one but Levi.

KC Kendricks

"This book was delicious!" Dirty Dining -- #mmromance @dreamspinners

5 stars: THIS BOOK WAS DELICIOUS!! Beginning to end, I adored the heck out of the absolutely sexy, filthy, fun kinky book. -- V. Rundell (full review)



Jeremy’s lab work kept him so busy he didn’t have time to think about Brice during the days. But at night it was a different matter. Even though Brice had made it clear he thought of Jeremy as more than an object to display, he still couldn’t wipe away the unexpected sense of humiliation when Brice spun him around to show him off to the other men. It gnawed at him, day and night.
But the loneliness each night as Jeremy wondered what Brice was doing served as a powerful reminder that the emotional attachment he’d developed hadn’t changed as a result of Brice’s single moment of insensitivity. Nothing would keep him from keeping their Saturday date. He dressed with particular care to his appearance and headed for the city.
He’d been to the Java Café before, but he’d forgotten how bad the delays on the N-Judah line were, and the longer the ride took, the worse his stomach knotted. Finally, he arrived and glanced in the window, knowing how much it would hurt if Brice wasn’t there. The clock on the wall told him he was ten minutes late. The coffee shop buzzed with activity. People who had just been to the beach had the rosy-red glow from the brisk salty breezes that washed over Ocean Beach in the afternoon.
His gaze went from table to table. Then his heart trembled when he spotted Brice in the far corner. A nearly empty glass of tea sat in front of him. He wore a tan zip-up jacket, and he had the fresh windswept look, chestnut hair mussed. It was the look of someone who would be right at home at the helm of a sailboat skimming across the waves, heading out to sea under the Golden Gate Bridge.
Brice had come. He really wanted Jeremy, wanted something besides what they had at the club. Excitement made him race inside, and the look of joy on Brice’s face as he spotted Jeremy, meant he’d made the right decision.
Brice stood and pulled Jeremy to him and planted a definitive kiss on his lips. It stayed tame, but no one in the place could doubt Brice’s feelings. Certainly not Jeremy. He let himself be swept up in the moment.
When they separated, Jeremy noticed the creases around Brice’s bloodshot eyes, mostly from the same sleeplessness plaguing Jeremy.
“I didn’t think you’d—” they both began, then self-consciously stopped and sat down.
Jeremy didn’t want to rehash their last meeting. Instead, he said, “You promised me a romantic walk on the beach and a beautiful sunset.”
Obvious relief flooded Brice’s face. “If the clouds cooperate. But I can’t guarantee the sunset won’t be more than a red glow.”
“I won’t hold the weather against you.” Heavy fog typified this westernmost part of San Francisco. Even in the summer, there were days the locals never saw the sun.
“Let’s go.” Brice stood and put some cash on the table before threading his arm around Jeremy’s.
They crossed the street, heading into the strong breeze coming off the ocean. Little billows of sand blew across the Great Highway as they made their way to the beach. It was a lovely day, or at least it was to Jeremy. They strolled hand in hand, Brice stopping practically every ten feet to kiss him. On Jeremy’s romance scale of one to ten, it hit eleven.
Kids flying kites raced past, and a few windsurfers in wetsuits braved the elements for the last waves of the day. When they reached the end of the beach near the zoo, Jeremy didn’t want to start back. He was too happy here and now.
Streaks of pink, orange, and red spilled across the sky as they made their way along the beach. The families and surfers had left, replaced by others strolling and enjoying the evening spectacle in the sky. Soon the evening fog would take over again, but for now it was clear and beautiful.
“You’re cold.” Brice stopped walking and pulled his jacket off.
“I’m fine.” Jeremy hadn’t even noticed the wind had picked up until now. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, but it wasn’t particularly warm. He dug in his messenger bag for a jacket and found only a dark blue Cal sweatshirt.
“You’re shivering. That’s not enough. The jacket’s warmer.” Brice took the sweatshirt and tugged the bag off Jeremy’s shoulder. Then he helped him into the tan jacket. It had a thin lining of something incredibly warm. The fabric was smooth and felt wonderful. Like all of Brice’s clothes, it was high quality and probably cost what Jeremy earned in a week.
“Thanks. What about you?”
Brice pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Jeremy reached up to draw hair out of Brice’s eyes, and Brice grabbed his hand and brought it to his mouth for a sweet kiss. “I’m perfect. That jacket looks good on you.”
“Really?” Jeremy had never paid much attention to his own clothes. Not many grad students did, especially in the sciences. It had never been an issue before. Now he was suddenly conscious of how much separated his life from Brice’s.
“Yeah. Now let’s get moving. I’m famished.” Brice took hold of Jeremy’s hand and tugged him along as they broke into a slow jog. With the wind whipping across his face and the sand soft beneath his feet, he found the sprint exhilarating. His heart was pounding, and he was a little winded when Brice slowed down. “It’s a block from the beach. Let’s cross.”
“Good. Now I’m starving too.” Jeremy’s words came out between short breaths.
“God, you sound so damn sexy when you’re breathless. Gives me chills.”
“I told you not to give me your jacket.”
“That’s not the kind of chills I meant.” Brice put an arm around Jeremy’s waist as they waited to cross the Great Highway. When the light changed, Jeremy pulled Brice into a run, even though they had plenty of time to cross the six lanes.


  Jeremy Linden’s a PhD student researching an HIV vaccine. He’s always short of money, and when biotech startup PharmaTek reduces funding for his fellowship, he’s tempted to take a job at a men’s dining club as a serving boy. The uniforms are skimpy, and he’s expected to remove an item of clothing after each course. He can handle that, but he soon discovers there’s more on the menu here than fine cuisine. How far will he go to pay his tuition, and will money get in the way when he realizes he’s interested in more from one of his gentlemen?   

Brice Martin is an attorney for a Silicon Valley venture capital firm. When he’s asked to take a client to the infamous Dinner Club, he finds himself unexpectedly turned on by the atmosphere and especially by his server, Remy. He senses there’s more to the sexy young man than meets the eye. The paradox fascinates him, and he can’t get enough of Remy.   Their relationship quickly extends beyond the club and sex. But the trust and affection they’ve worked to achieve may crumble when Jeremy discovers Brice’s VC firm is the one that pulled the plug on PharmaTek—and Jeremy’s research grant.    

About EM Lynley

EM at GRL book signingEM Lynley writes gay erotic romance. She loves books where the hero gets the guy and the loving is 11 on a scale of 10. A Rainbow Award winner and EPIC finalist, EM has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she'd rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. 

She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now. She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others. 

 Visit her online WebsiteBlogFree ReadsFacebookTwitterNewsletterPinterest

Thursday, June 25, 2015

New MM and FF from Leigh Ellwood

If you have waited for the ARe Out For You stories to come to Nook and Kindle, they have arrived! You can now buy THE SWEETEST DARE outside of All Romance:

Buy: ARe ~ AMZ ~ BN ~ ITUNES 

You may have noticed some of the OFY stories in print collections. Going forward, All Romance will publish anthologies of various stories that are not novel-length. Anastasia Vitsky's OFY book, GEMSTONE, is now in print on its own, but mine is the only one not in a book because it is F/F. The reason is this: I've been asked to write a companion story so I get my own print book! I'm all for it, of course, because it would be nice to have when I finally get to a Gay Rom Lit con or another Rainbow Book Fair. I have the story on the mental radar, and it will follow up THE SWEETEST DARE with the further adventures of Kit's friend Annalise.

While that's going on, I have set up SLY FOXES for pre-order. This is the first novella in The Men of Sylvester Street series, which is M/M.


Anson Fox is thrilled to start a new life in this Atlantic coastal town, and he feels right at home among the active LGBT community. Working at Sinclair Realty is a dream come true, and his handsome boss is heaven sent.

Adrian Sinclair isn’t new to Archer Beach, but he’s only recently come out. He’s willing to show the new guy around town, if Anson returns the favor.

Bonus story, He’s So Sly. Terence and Evan have known each other forever. They may have made a great couple, but the timing was never right. Now they’re both single, and Terence wants to make up for lost time. What will it take to make Evan’s visit to Archer Beach permanent?

Finally, another serialization of a Sylvester Street story happens in SEXY TO GO VOL. 6. I am writing ON THE SLY as a prequel to an upcoming Sylvester Street novella, and I also wanted the story to set up some history for the setting. ON THE SLY, like the other Sylvester Street stories, is MM.

It’s 1989, and somebody is prowling Jackson Park, assaulting men who go cruising after dark. Officer Truman is determined to keep the people of Archer Beach safe, and that goes double for his friends on Sylvester Street…triple for Colin. Colin, however, wants to take justice into his own hands, and it’s up to Tru to solve the case before Colin gets hurt.

This box set was just submitted for publication, so it should be ready in a few days. 

That is what's happening right now. On to write more!

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Win a real precious gem in the 24-Karat Conspiracy giveaway #mmromance @dreamspinners


24-Karat Conspiracy is here!


five stars "Lynley captures her men’s excitement, vulnerability and fear …[her] character and relationship building is brilliant." —Inked Rainbow Reviews


24-Karat Conspiracy is Book 4 in the Precious Gems Series, but I’ve been planning this book since I wrote Italian Ice in 2011. This installment in the series is truly Reed’s story. You’ll learn things about him I’ve had to keep under my hat for ages, and I’m thrilled and relieved to be able to share them with you now.


“You remember that plane crash in Turkey at the end of last month? With Shelton Matthews on board?”

Reed gave Tom his full attention now. “Sure.”

“What hasn’t been in the papers is that the cargo consisted of a few things that used to be on display in the Iraq National Museum.”

“You’re fucking kidding me. After this many years?”

“We didn’t get that juicy tidbit from Interpol until last week. We’ve got surveillance on Matthews’ home in upstate New York, and I’ve got two guys from the New York field office scheduled to go in as insurance appraisers, but they don’t have your expertise.”

This could be the case of a lifetime. Tens of thousands of objects were still unaccounted for after the looting of the museum during the US invasion back in 2003. Then again, Matthews might only have amassed a pile of junk from Saddam’s vulgar palace. They wouldn’t know until they did a thorough search.

Reed waited too long to reply.

“The items in the plane crash included two solid gold Babylonian goblets. Part of a set of six. I’d like you on the team to find the other four.”

“You think Matthews has them?” Reed’s belly tingled with excitement. The expanding frown on Trent’s face meant he’d noticed. Reed moved out of Trent’s range of vision.

“If not, he’s been looking for them. He’s not the sort to leave a set incomplete.”

Reed shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Hell yeah. I’m on my way in.” He turned and spotted Trent holding his mother’s evening wrap. His gut twisted again as Trent glanced over. “Hang on a couple of minutes, okay?”

Reed stepped back into the living room. “It’s White, my boss. There’s a case he needs me for….”

“A holiday-related crime?” Trent asked, with just enough acid that Reed felt it like he’d been burned.

Laura wrung her hands and turned a worried gaze to Reed. “Oh, Reed, please be careful. I’m going to worry about you the whole time. I don’t think I can go to dinner if you’re about to do something dangerous.” She turned to Trent. “Let’s change the plans for another night.” She grasped at Reed’s arm, the tight grip telegraphing concern.

Reed hadn’t expected that reaction from her. The fear in her eyes cut through him like a rusty blade, far more painfully than Trent’s anger. He’d expected to disappoint her, but even that felt wrong right now. He was touched by her concern.

“Tom, can you manage without me? We’ve got plans, and unless it’s absolutely necessary….”

“Do I have the right number?” White asked, though his chuckle had lost its earlier mirth.

“Yeah. But, is there any way this can wait a few days?” Reed couldn’t believe the words had come out of his mouth.


Reed guessed they had. “Yeah. Till after Christmas? Don’t insurance companies get Christmas off?”

It was White’s turn for a long pause. Reed was tempted to recant, but White spoke before he had the chance. “Yes. That’ll be fine. Come in on the twenty-sixth, and you should be back the following day. Will that suit?”

“Yeah. The twenty-sixth works better.”

“I’ll e-mail you the travel arrangements, and we can do the briefing on the plane.”

“Thanks. And Merry Christmas.”

He smiled down at Laura, who looked relieved; then he took the wrap from Trent and helped Laura into it.

Trent came up behind Reed, whispered “I love you” into his ear, and slipped a hand around his waist in a quick embrace.

But wait, there’s more

Win this gorgeous (semi) precious stone: a lapis lazuli pendant!

When you read the book, you'll see why I chose lapis.

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Here’s more about 24-Karat Conspiracy by EM Lynley

Love is the only gold

Former Ranger turned FBI agent Reed Acton faces his biggest challenge yet: a Christmas visit from partner Trent Copeland’s parents. He’s less equipped to handle hugs and holidays than the Taliban or international art thieves. When he’s assigned to track down a set of gold Babylonian artifacts looted from the Iraqi National Museum after the fall of Baghdad, things start to look up.   This time, Trent’s part of the mission, which takes them to exotic Istanbul. The crowded streets and labyrinthine markets fascinate Trent, but soon murder is on their trail. The investigation continues as Reed goes undercover at a US Army base, with Trent masquerading as his spouse. Surprisingly, fastidious and ever-fashionable Trent fits into base life right away and soon takes one of the suspects’ wives under his wing when domestic abuse rears its head.   Their faux marriage leads Reed to appreciate Trent in ways he never expected, strengthening their bond—until Reed has to confront the worst demons from his past: his relationship with his estranged family.

You can (pre)order this book at Amazon, Dreamspinner Press and All Romance

Read an extended excerpt at my website.

Please check out the rest of the Precious Gems Series at Amazon, Dreamspinner, All Romance, or your favorite bookseller.

About EM Lynley

EM at GRL book signing3EM Lynley writes gay romance with a touch of mystery and suspense. She loves books where the hero gets the guy and the loving is 11 on a scale of 10. A Rainbow Award winner and EPIC finalist, EM has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she'd rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now. She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others. Visit her online WebsiteBlogFree ReadsFacebookTwitterNewsletterPinterest  

Thursday, June 18, 2015



Stocking Stuffers (Holiday Short Stories)
NOTE: This isn't an anthology; the stories will be released as individual ebooks.

Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Deadline: October 1, 2015
Payment: Standard contract terms (50% net royalties from all channels)

We are looking for short LGBT romance and erotic romance holiday stories for our new Stocking Stuffers imprint. The ebooks will all share a similar cover and be released during the month of December 2015.
  • Stories must be between 5,000 to 10,000 words
  • Stories must contain a romance -- any heat level, from sweet to erotic
  • Romantic pairing must be MM, FF, MMM, or MMF ONLY
  • Stories must be set during a winter holiday (doesn't have to be Christmas)
  • Stories may be any subgenre (contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, etc)
  • Stories must have a HEA or HFN ending
  • Adult stories only (no YA)
We accept reprints and previously published content as long as you retain the rights to republish the story elsewhere. All stories submitted must adhere to the general guidelines found on our website. We do not consider multiple or simultaneous submissions.


Send a blurb and the full manuscript to with "Stocking Stuffer" and the title of your story in the subject line. Include any author credentials you may have.

We will respond to your email within 2 business days.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

The Key West Kid

Growing up in Key West, the gay capital of the South, Danny was open-minded enough to try anything once. He had heard through the grapevine that any guy who made it with another guy poolside at Robbie Burns’ place was socially entitled to get and wear a puka shell necklace. He had made it his personal goal to get one of the treasured adornments this year, and Danny was nothing if not determined, but his visit to the Burns residence is an eye-opener in more ways than he had anticipated.

Sounds of a game of water baseball came to his ears which indicated that the older boys were accepting Danny into their coterie, and Robbie had to admit that Danny had the equipment to make him popular and a sought-after partner. He sat down in front of his computer monitor, but he wasn’t thinking of work. His mind had flashed back to Danny Robinson, now known as Danny Robinson, Sr. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he had been given. Three-four-five rings and then a familiar voice saying “Hello.”
He hung up immediately. The voice was so bass, so gentle, so reminiscent of the nights they had spent together promising to love each other forever, and then the one night when Danny called off their affair with the news that he had gotten a girl pregnant from a one night experience on the other side, and felt it was his responsibility to marry her. Robbie had been cut off quicker than a newly born puppy dog’s tail. And yet he remembered all the love he had given the man, the love he had searched for again for fifteen years – in college and in all the gay bars he frequented, all the men he had been with, but none ever sparked the feelings he once had for Daniel Robinson, Sr. All the one night stands and the few that extended to week-long attempts at finding romance were all in vain. He had basically given up finding Mr. Right.
He got up and made a sandwich and turned on the radio station, doing anything to get his mind off the memory of Danny and his body – the firm abdomen, the smiles he always gave, and his voice, that mellifluous, sexy, oh so sexy voice. Nothing worked, however, at diverting his mind. Memories of what had been kept flooding back. No matter where he looked in the house, there was a reawakened memory of what he and Danny had done or said in every spot – the kitchen, the patio, the living room sofa, the floor in front of the fake fireplace. Memories that had been buried deep in his subconscious cascaded over him.
Finally, he redialed the number and waited patiently for an answer.
“Hello.” There was that sexy voice again.
“Hi, Danny. This is Robbie Burns.”
There was an interminable pause. “Hi,” the deep bass voice finally said.
“I was wondering if you might be free and feel like making the drive over. I’d like to see you.”
“You want to see me? After what I did to you? How I betrayed you?” the voice asked incredulously.

“The Key West Kid,” erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Google, Kobo, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Beneath the Neon Moon now in paperback!

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Zach's alone, he's lost his job and the rent's coming due. He thinks he knows all about bad luck, but he's about to find out what it really means.

In high school, Mal was the golden boy. Then he lost his way. Now he's back on track, working his way through college and looking toward the future.

They've never met, but one summer night everything changes. They find themselves in desperate trouble, trapped and bound together in darkness.

The moon is riding high and bright in the sky when Zach notices Mal's changing, growing volatile and wild. Suddenly Zach's got bigger things to worry about than being kidnapped - he's trapped with a man who's going wolf with the full moon.