Thursday, October 20, 2016


As a lieutenant on the city's elite SWAT team, I had a job I loved. I lived in a beautiful penthouse apartment overlooking the city park. And the love of my life spent every night in my arms. My life was pretty damn good.
Which was why I was not thrilled that someone was messing with it.

Someone should have told me I was the comic relief. I would have prepared better for it or at least remembered to wear underwear. Tonight was the one year anniversary of the night Sal and I met. It was special. I was going to propose. It would have been a whole lot easier to propose if the man I wanted to propose to was actually there. Tonight was supposed to be perfect.

Which was why I was not thrilled that someone was messing with it.


Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Thicker than Water - Taboo Gay Romance

Thicker Than Water - Taboo Gay Romance

Lionel and Rodney, equally handsome and as close as two men can be, are invited to a threesome.  They find themselves more interested in each other than the person who invited them.  This is wrong—they know this fact just as well as they know each other.  Can they pursue something that might destroy everything?

Thicker Than Water presents three stories of taboo love between men.

The first, Twin Discovery, is Yamila Abraham’s prequel to the bestselling taboo novella Teaming Our Teacher.

Amelita Rae, the fastest-rising star in yaoi style novels, presents Polaroid, the story of a Sheriff who becomes the guardian to a younger man who looks at him in a way he shouldn’t.  Sheriff Lawson can’t force himself to look away.  How can a man who’s sworn to uphold the law violate one of society’s most notorious taboos?

Finally, Delmire Hart is introduced to readers for the first time with her story A Different Kind of Love.  When Aspen’s mother remarries he finds himself in close quarters with a burly new stepbrother.
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The train jostled the twins as they traversed the Czech countryside. Rodney attempted to sleep with his jacket as a pillow against the train window.  Lionel, fast asleep beside him, had his seat tilted back, and his head lolled to one side.  He created an obstacle between Rodney and the train loo where he considered masturbating away his erection.

If he climbed over his brother, he knew he’d wake him.  Lionel would then notice the length of his absence.  He also wouldn’t be able to get it up again tonight if they found any girls.

He blew a frustrated sigh through puckered lips.  A threesome from two days ago beleaguered his mind.  The visions played on his eyelids whenever he closed his eyes.  Most prominent:  seeing his brother’s shuddering orgasm on the stomach of the girl they’d shared.

Rodney’s cock lurched.  Fuck.
It was the second time they double-teamed a willing country woman. The first event was awkward. Rodney wasn’t sure if he was allowed to grunt while fucking the woman.  Lionel emboldened him with the occasional wink and unrestrained moaning. He reassured Rodney that he could be as wild and erotic as he wished in his brother’s presence.

The most recent escapade went even further.  Lionel grasped his hips to urge him to fuck their shared woman even harder.  Their faces came near enough for them to be touched by each other’s breaths, and neither displayed any discomfort.  They’d watched each other come without trying to hide their eyes.  It looked like they were giving each other a show, jacking across from each other with heaving breaths.  Exploding with ribbons of white cum onto the belly of their shared partner.

Rodney still heard Lionel’s erotic grunts in his ears.


Lionel woke beside him.  He snuffled. “Let’s get laid tonight.”

“Yeah,” Rodney said.

“We can get a whore or something.  Go two-on-one on her.  That’s always fun, eh?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Lionel smiled and then nestled his head back on the padding of his chair. Rodney chewed his bottom lip.  He glanced at his brother’s crotch and noticed an erection going down his trouser leg.  His hand itched to reach over and give it a rub.

How ‘bout we forget the whore and shag each other?

No.  They’d never been like that.  Threesomes were one thing, but full on fucking each other was just wrong.


He gave another sigh.  How could he be thinking of his own brother that way?  They never should have started sharing women.  It was the gateway to something illicit he’d never given thought to before.

But fuck—it would be so hot.

When sex had grown mundane, even tedious due to their never ending nightly conquests, the thought of something so perverse was a thrill to Rodney.  How far would Lionel let him go?  Would they kiss and make love, or just jack each other off without making contact?

Then again, he may have been fantasizing something that repulsed Lionel. To show his desire might place a wedge between them that their relationship may never recover from.
Rodney winced at that thought.

Better to keep to myself than risk him hating me.

The train stopped at their destination in Prague.  They gathered their bags and headed to a youth hostel where they had a shared room.

After settling in, Rodney went to the communal men’s showers.  He found it to be two shower heads over an open tiled floor.  Lionel popped in beside him.

“Best use shower shoes,” his brother said.

“Right.”  Rodney headed back to their room to get them.

They’d never showered together.  In the past they would have taken turns to grant the other his privacy. It was foolishness now.  They’d seen each other’s bodies in the most intimate way possible.
When Rodney returned Lionel was already soaping his naked testicles under a stream of water.  Rodney’s breath caught at the sight of his beautiful ass.  Their identical bodies were composed of lean muscles covered in blond fuzz.  Lionel’s firm ass cheeks had the same dimples as his own.  The water made his flesh shine.

“Checking me out?” Lionel said.

Rodney scoffed.  They were too comfortable with each other for the accusation to sting him.  “May as well look at myself.”  He stripped speedily.

Lionel looked back at him twice and then gave a lingering glance when he got beside him.  Rodney didn’t dare meet his eyes.

You want me too, then?  Let’s go on and do it…just us two.


He focused on washing himself.

They dressed and went into the Old Town, by the river.  A festival was going on that had the archaic stone buildings covered in lights.  Crowds wandered with them through the cobbled streets and cute girls sauntered in groups. They each got a beer from passing vendors.  Lionel made his move on several women while Rodney played the part of the gorgeous twin beside him.  Aside from some giggles they got nowhere.

“Aw fuck it.”  Lionel got another beer.  “Let’s just get pissed.”

Rodney grumbled.  “But I’m horny, though.”

Lionel sipped and then turned up a hand.  “They don’t speak any bloody English.”

“We were going to get a whore.  What happened to that?”

He scanned the street.  “Let’s head into a pub.  See if there’s any about.”

The small pub was almost too crowded to get into.  Lionel shimmied his way to the bar and ordered whiskey. Rodney got a cognac.  The bartender was too busy to offer them any tips.

“Wait till it empties,” Lionel shouted over the din.

Fuck waiting.  He did his best not to daydream.  A pleasant buzz of inebriation settled over him.  Could he proposition his brother now and then claim it was the booze if he rejected him?

The men they started a conversation with beside them were tourists, the same as them.  When they left some older women took their place.  Lionel focused on them since he fancied experience women.  Neither spoke English.  They killed some time miming conversation.

Once they broke the ice Lionel hit on them by raising his brows and pointing to his crotch.  Rodney tried to laugh off his crudeness, but the women looked interested.  They spoke enthusiastically in their Slavic tongue. Lionel was at a loss.  He pointed to his crotch a second time and then tipped his head toward the door of the pub.  One of the women started digging around in her purse.  She took out a medicine bottle and placed a small blue pill in his hand.  Then they smiled, patted his shoulder, and left.

Lionel displayed the pill to Rodney.

“What the fuck is this?”

He squinted.  “Ecstasy?”

“Naw, it’s like some professional stuff.  From a chemist or whatnot.”

Rodney shrugged.

After several hours the bar emptied.  Lionel leaned near the pot-bellied bartender when he came by.
“Where can we find some working girls, eh?”

He made a face.  “No in Old Town.  They not like curfew here.”

“Curfew?” Rodney said.

The middle-aged man pointed to his watch.  “Last drink.”

“What in the bloody fuck!” Lionel slammed his palm on the bar.

“Bullocks.”  Rodney saw the last of the patrons filtering out.

Lionel grabbed the sleeve of his button-down shirt and pulled him out. “We’ll go into the alleys.  Got to be someone.”

They speed-walked down the pavement, scanning each alleyway for activity. When they got to a crosswalk, a magistrate blew a whistle at them.  He spat it out onto its hanging chain and ordered them in the Slavic language.

“You got English?” Rodney said.

“Go home, Americans!  Is curfew!”

“Do we sound like bloody Americans, you twat?” Lionel said.

Rodney hooked his arm and nearly wrenched him off his feet.  They were several meters away from the officer before he dared speak.

“You want to end up in a Czech prison?”

Lionel made a tss noise through his teeth and broke free from his arm. “What the fuck, then?  We got to jack off in that fucking hostel room?  We ain’t fucked anyone in a week.”

“Three days.”  Rodney led the way into the hostel.

“Feels longer.”  He ranted loud enough for the owner to glare at him from behind the check-in counter. “How’s it that now one speaks English here?  Those older ones at the bar were game.  I could have worked it if we knew the fucking language.”

Rodney headed up the staircase to their room.  “You really wanted two old birds like that?  They had to be married, right?”

“So?  They could fetch their old mans and we could have a proper orgy.”

Rodney made a groan of disgust.  “What if they were old fat toffers like that bartender?”
“Who gives a fuck, so long as they’re clean?”

Rodney gaped back at him.

His brother shrugged with both shoulders.  “What’s it matter if they’re a bit beefy?  A stiff cock, or a swollen clit is sexy.  It don’t matter what’s attached to it, so long as they ain’t belching or farting or whatnot.  Their hands on the skin feel just as good as any others.  All we fuck are tens.  Ain’t you ripe for something new?”

Rodney thought about this as he unlocked their door.  “Course I am.  Though I don’t fancy some fat old sweaty bloke getting it on with me.”

Lionel shook his head.  “No, I don’t either.  But if they were fine things, like us, wouldn’t that be all right?”

Rodney plopped down on the solitary queen sized bed in the room. Lionel locked the door and then crawled past him to sit against the headboard.  He toed off his shoes and reclined next to Lionel.  For a short while he just looked at the mirror image of his own face.

After wetting his lips, Rodney said, “You want to start going after blokes, then?”

He saw his brother hesitating.  “What do you think of that?”

Rodney concentrated.  “Should be a good deal easier than getting with a girl.”

“Right.  Exactly. They’ve got their own districts and what not.  You show up there and it’s a clear way to say you’re looking for a bloke to fuck.”


Silence followed.  After a minute Lionel started up again.  “So with men then.  One’s just as fine as us.  You’re all right with that?”

Rodney leaned back against the headboard.  In front of them was an ancient television set, currently turned off. He looked at their reflection on the dark grey screen.

“I don’t think either of us would be called gay,” Rodney said.


“But we’re adventurous, right?”


Rodney turned up one hand as he spoke.  “I could see myself kissing a bloke.  Getting it on with him.  If he were as sexy as me that is.”

“That’s how I feel too.  And it’d be easier, too.  Like you said.”

Rodney met his brother’s eyes.  “But we got no experience.  What if he wants to be fucking us up the bum?  We can’t just dive into that sort of thing.  You have to be broken in.  Otherwise it’s too painful.  We could get injured.”

“I don’t fancy a cock up my ass,” Lionel said, with the beginnings of a sneer. “I was just thinking about the rest of it.  Sucking and fucking them and whatnot.”

Rodney didn’t look toward him.  “I could take a cock in my ass.  Sounds exciting.”

Lionel looked at him with a raised brow.  “Is that right?”

He demurred.  “Yeah. If we’re being honest.”

“We ought to be, don’t you think?  It’s good to get it all out sometimes.”

Rodney nodded enthusiastically.  The conversation petered out.  Neither got up to retrieve the remote for the television.  They sat staring at it, as though it were on, but only their thoughts were playing.

Rodney thought of Lionel gently guiding him through his first anal sex. Squirming his fingers in his ass, then pushing in his greased cock nice and slow.  His eyes closed.  God, it would be hot.

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Monday, October 3, 2016

Branded (Bulletproof Book 2)

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It was a chance meeting in paradise that caused them to cross paths.  Destiny brought them together.

These two alpha males met with the force of a head-on collision.  Sirens went off and lit up their hearts faster than a flash fire.  But now that they’re living in the real world, everything isn’t as easy as anticipated.  Other than their strong-willed and dominant personalities, they couldn’t be more opposite.

As the front man for a world-famous heavy metal band, Brandon Bullet lives in the spotlight.  He thrives on the attention of his fans and the wild parties that all rock stars are accustomed to.

The free-spirited attitude and uninhibited lifestyle that is so natural to Brandon totally contradicts with Cameron Douglas’ anal-retentive and structured mindset.  Spurred on by a thirst for adventure, Cameron is ready to leave behind his sedate, low-key life, but he is unprepared for the rock star’s world of free sex, drugs, and non-stop parties.

         Concessions aren’t always easy when thrust into a new relationship, especially with two headstrong men who constantly challenge one another.  Add time apart from Bulletproof’s promotional tour, and it’s another layer of adjustment to contend with that may push this newly-united couple too far.

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Saturday, September 24, 2016

TEAMING Our Teacher

TEAMING Our Teacher: Taboo Gay Menage Erotica

Professor Blackbourne has become an obsession for the two most powerful students at the university.  The illicit relationship between the boys (and their university President) entrances Blackbourne.  He finds his resolve faltering with each dangerous class. EXTREME TABOO EROTICA by Yamila Abraham!!

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I want to suck your cock.

Professor Blackbourne clenched his teeth.  The brazen words had been written by Lionel Carlson.  The student had turned in a description of his term project for him to approve.  In the final line which asked, ‘Is there anything else you wish to tell me?’ Lionel decided to scribble down the lewd comment.

He scratched his pen over the words until they were blacked out, cutting through the paper as he did.
“Cheeky twit.” He said this beneath his breath.

He should have expected as much from President Carlson’s son.  The fiendish founder of the school was a notorious lecher who’d groped Blackbourne’s ass on two notable occasions.  The first time shocked him more than outraged.  He’d presumed the sly middle-aged millionaire only harassed his female faculty.  The second time his bottom was given a full-handed squeeze, venturing deep enough between his legs to nudge a testicle, Blackbourne felt like confronting him.

“Oh?  You fancy me, President?  How about I pin you against the wall of that fine office of yours and shag your narrow ass til it aches?” 

Of course he’d never uttered the words.  A desire to retain his high-paying job outweighed his need for vindication.

Now he’d been saddled with not one, but two of the university president’s miserable sons. The Carlson twins, old for freshmen due to the years they delayed their education, planted themselves front and center in his Art History class.  Their slackened postures, widely splayed legs, and the smug grins on their identical faces forewarned of a trying semester.  The comment on Lionel Carlson’s very first assignment was a crude introduction to the headaches to follow.

He flipped to the next paper in his stack.  Rodney Carlson, brother to the first, outlined a paper on Dutch painters of the Renaissance.  Just as with Lionel's paper, everything was acceptable until he got to the last line.

Me too.

“Bleeding hell!” He once again scratched out the words with enough fervor to tear the sheet.

Hecklers and hooligans he could handle.  He’d had plenty experience during his years teaching at a Higher Ed facility.  Why did Carlson’s sons choose to harass him in such an intimate manner?

Could it be for the same reason their father groped him?  For the same reason he’d gotten the lofty tenured professorship in the first place? People said he looked like a dark-haired David Bowie at the height of the singer’s beauty.  He had a regally chiseled face framed by long black tresses of hair.  His body, though lean, was well-defined with muscles due to his dominant position in a local netball league.

Blackbourne was fully cognizant of his looks.  He had no qualms about using them to advance his career, nor to assist in his frequent conquests.  He’d exhausted the supply of attractive young women interested in one-night flings in his borough.  Now, having moved on to men, he found his trysts more exciting.  He’d still define himself as bisexual, but his tastes had swayed dramatically toward the masculine.

Perhaps President Carlson knew this?  It’s not as if many secrets could be kept in the Borough of Rigsby—population 980, except when university was in session and it rose to 8,000.  Nearly all the permanent residents were on a first name basis.

If Carlson knew of his extracurricular activities then his sons surely had the knowledge also.
In that case…could their lewd advances be sincere?

“Wretched nuisance.” He shook his head with a grimace.

Blackbourne took his tea in the faculty lounge prior to his afternoon class.  The league scores in their minuscule district's paper captured his focus.  He didn't notice when President Carlson sauntered in.

“So.  How are my boys getting on in your Art History class?”

Blackbourne stiffened.  He turned to look at the stately white-haired president.  He’d paired a tailored suit-jacket with blue jeans.  The former stretched over imposing broad shoulders.
He cleared his throat.  “They’re a good pair of hoodlums, I’d say.”

Carlson burst with a short laugh.  Then his face curled into a malevolent grin.  “Do tell, Professor.”

Blackbourne scoffed and turned back to his paper.  “Nothing worth the telling.”

Carlson pulled out the chair beside him, causing the legs to scrape over stone tile.  He sat and rested his folded hands on the table. Blackbourne pretended to ignore him.

“They’re quite rambunctious, my boys.  They’ve got my spirit.”

He restrained a sneer.  “I’ll say.”

“They quite fancy you, as well.”

Blackbourne gave him a look of shocked indignation.  The President’s face remained cunning.
“Took quite a bit to get them to see to their education.  Too many pleasures for them on the Continent.  I had to convince them there were some worthy pursuits at our lovely Uni as well.  Such as this one bloke, handsome bachelor professor, mid-thirties, and quite the reveler.”

Blackbourne’s shock metamorphosized into anger, while the indignation remained.  “What in God’s name are you saying?”

Carlson righted in his seat.  His grin shifted to a look of smugness.  “I’m saying my dear boys have finally come home.  I should like them to stay there.  They’re antsy buggers, though.  They need to be amused.”

His eyes narrowed. “Say it plain, Carlson.  I’d like to have an unambiguous quote for my complaint with the EHRC.”

Carlson laughed again, this time with greater mirth.  “That’s a cold empty threat and you know it.”
He dragged back the seat again to stand.  Blackbourne hoped he was leaving.  Instead, he came around behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Besides.  I’m not asking you to do something so much as I’m giving you permission.”
Blackbourne blinked.

“There’s a seat opening in the Honors Commission, you know, with O’Toole retiring.  Quite a generous stipend with that.”

What in blazes are you doing, you old prick?  Blackbourne’s heart was racing.  

“I should like to award the seat to someone...”  He leaned down to speak into Blackbourne’s ear.  “…close to the family.”

“You’re a sick one.”

Carlson stood straight and patted his shoulder.  “I’ve been called worse.”  He headed for the lounge door.

“I don’t give two shits for your bloody commission seat!”

Carlson turned back to him and once again flashed the cruel grin.  “It’s not a bribe.  Just a perk. You could always remain as you are.” Something in his eyes darkened. “But if you think to humiliate my boys, well, that would be unforgivable.”  He left.

Blackbourne stared at the door with his face contorted in a scowl.  Rubbish like this was bound to happen with such a crooked man at the helm.  He wondered how many other faculty members would join him if really did go to EHRC.

He sipped his tea after a repulsed groan.  Not a bloody one.  The pay was too good.  The job, too cushy.  His harassment barely registered compared to how terribly he was overworked at his low-paying Higher Ed position.

He’d be damned if he went back to a job like that.

Frankly, if Carlson had said, ‘Let my boys suck you off or you’re sacked,’ he would have cursed the man lower than Hell…

But he would have eventually dropped his trousers.

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Friday, September 23, 2016

Tango in the Night by KC Kendricks

Tango in the Night
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Jubal Graham is back on the job after a shooter took the life of his long-time partner, and sent him into a coma followed by months of rehab. Determined to have justice, Jubal is focused on finding a killer, not a new romantic entanglement. Ellis Banks, with his smoldering blue eyes and denim-clad swagger is a distraction Jubal can’t afford – or ignore.

Ellis Banks came to Philadelphia to bust a drug operation; one that connects to the same case agency legend Kentuckian Jubal Graham is working. Ellis finds himself drawn to Jubal, but Jubal holds him off. Sure that Jubal is interested, even though he wears his slain lover’s ring, Ellis mounts a determined siege.

Jubal’s surprise at having a suitor develops into a growing affection for Ellis, one clouded with old fears. Fate ripped one lover from his arms, and now Ellis is in the line of fire. Jubal has to decide if he’s brave enough to love again.


Ellis sat behind his desk, chin anchored in his left palm while his right index finger idly tapped the page in front of him. Lucky for me, a member of the janitorial staff busily washed the windows in my new office and I had an excuse not to go in there yet.

I had two choices. I could hide my interest in him, be the gruff senior agent, or I could let him know how strongly he had things stirring inside me. If I chose the latter, we needed to hash a few things out, namely how not to allow a mutual sexual curiosity affect the job.

Standing in the doorway, looking at him, I didn’t know which would win today. Ellis glanced up and saw me. He straightened, his chest expanding as he drew in a deep breath. I nodded and stepped into the squad room.

“Ellis. Are you on call, or just catching up?”

“I’m puzzled, mostly.”

I snorted and let the southern drawl creep into my speech. “Ain’t we all, most days?”

He almost smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching, and mimicked my accent. “I heard you hailed from Ken-tuck.”

“Yep. With a name like ‘Jubal’, where the hell did you think I was from?” I snagged the nearest chair and rolled it a bit closer to him. “What are you puzzled about?”

His gaze drilled into mine, his warm blue eyes eloquently saying he meant me. I smiled to let him know I appreciated his interest, but was careful not to show encouragement. He must have gotten the message. He flipped a folder at me. “There’s a few missing pieces here.”

I opened the folder and kept my surprise out of my voice. “This is an old case. I worked it for a while, but it went cold.”

“It ties into a new one, I just know it.”

A cold fist seized my heart. This case was potentially dangerous. I looked up at him. Ellis was running on instinct and that gut feeling that settled over you when you know what you can’t yet prove. His earnest expression begged me to believe him. I did, and I wished to heaven I could warn him off this one, but it would tip my hand.

“Keep digging, then. Trust your gut.”

“Should I trust what my gut says about you, Agent Graham?”

I closed the file and laid it back on his desk, my gaze flicking to the window washer. He was finished, putting all his supplies back in his cart. I waited until he exited to reply.

“Ellis, you and I need to get a few things straight.”

He tapped the signet ring. “That’s not your initial. The guy you were with last night?”

“No. I was with a friend last night. You were on a date.”

“So, maybe I should take you out on a date.”

“Ellis…” I froze as his fingers closed around mine, a delighted little quiver pulsing through my penis. I was intensely curious about the man, but we were in too public a place for this to continue. I pulled away. “Don’t do that here.”

“Will you go out with me, Jubal?”

Persistence was a good thing for a drug enforcement agent to have, but I wasn’t sure I liked his directed at me. I wasn’t sure I didn’t like it, either. It was certainly different to be on this side of the pursuit.

“Why did you come to my house last night?”

Ellis looked away as a flush crept up his neck. “I needed to know if your boyfriend lived with you.”

I clamped down on my temper. He was out of line, and his eyes said he knew how far. I counted to five before I responded. “He’s not my boyfriend. Don’t do it again. If he sees you dogging me, it’ll scare him.”

“Like I’m scaring you, Jubal?”

“You’re not scaring me.”

“Oh, the hell I’m not.” Ellis leaned back in his chair. “Okay. We’ll do it the old southern way. Even straights say a year is enough to mourn. You can play the reluctant widower for another two months. I’ll let you. Then you go out with me.”

“Boy, you don’t know anything about me.”

“Wrong. You were all anyone talked about when I transferred in. I took notes.”

“You’re an arrogant fucker, aren’t you?”

Ellis grinned as he stood and stretched, treating me to an eye level display of the full, rounded bump at the base of his zipper. He looked down at me, his expression pure insolence.

“Takes one to know one, Agent Graham.”

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Monday, September 19, 2016




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[Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

Hot summer rain. That was the scent that drew me. The soulful amber-green eyes that begged to be loved kept me. One look and I knew I wanted Lany Harris to be mine. Convincing him of my good intentions might prove to be harder than trying to convince my superiors that someone was out to get us.

I was obviously insane.

Cinnamon and whiskey had a delicious scent and it was S.W.A.T. commander, Lt. Salvador Delvecchio. I wanted to roll in that scent, sink into it, and never come out. I wanted to be consumed by everything that was the lethal man who had rescued me and decided I belonged to him.

I was a hot mess.



Warrior of Akasha 1


AVAILABLE: Thursday, September 29th

[Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, HEA]

Níximon Aeglos is a thief, and he makes no apologies for it. He has done what he has had to do to survive. When he spots a handsome warrior walking through the marketplace, he sees an easy mark and a purse full of coin.

Stealing from the Captain of the Royal Guard of the House of Elvellon was never in his plans—but revenge is. When Mael takes without asking, Níx decides to teach the man a lesson. When it backfires on him, Níx can't decide whether to protest or ask for more.

Maelon Hatholor is proud to be an elite solider in the king's royal guard. He is even more proud of his restraint when a sexy, little thief tries to rob him. When Níx comes back for more, Mael is all too willing to give him what he wants...over and over again.

When soldiers come for Mael, it's up to Níx to use the less than lawful contacts he's made over the years to help Mael discover why the king is after his head before they lose whatever is growing between them.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Radical Rock Stars Box Set

Jenna Galicki

This one-of-a-kind box set includes the entire Radical Rock Stars series PLUS Radical Rendezvous, an erotic short previously published in the International Bestseller PINK: Hot ‘n Sexy for a Cure.

THE PRINCE OF PUNK ROCK (Book 1: a 2015 Bisexual Book Awards Finalist)
I love her, but I also love him.
She’s everything to me.
He sets my world on fire.
It's our dirty little secret, and it’s about to blow our record deal sky high.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story.

She’s a rock goddess.
He’s a sex pistol.
I need them both, in my life and in my bed, and I’m not living without either one of them.
I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it costs me everything I’ve ever wanted.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the continuation of our story.

My world was dark and filled with pain.
Loneliness gnawed at my soul.
I found solace in a bottle.
Music was my only refuge . . . until I met her.
She was a dark Gothic goddess in thigh-high leather boots.
She brought light into my life and showed me what it was like to be loved.
But could she handle the demons that haunted me . . . and the vices that kept them at bay?
This is Damien and Alyssa’s story.
Delve into the mind of Immortal Angel’s brooding, hardcore bassist with a troubled past.

I live life in the fast lane.
My days and nights are a never-ending party of women, fast cars and alcohol.
I’m the one your father warned you about.
I have everything I ever wanted – except Audra Abelman.
She was always the good girl.
She was off limits.
I held out for almost a decade.
It’s time to set her inner bad girl free.
I’m Jimmy Wilder, and I’m going to claim the most sought after girl in the record industry.

Bonus Read: RADICAL RENDEZVOUS, an erotic short previously published as part of the
International Best Seller PINK: Hot n’ Sexy For A Cure

She rocks my world.
He sets my soul on fire.
We’ve traveled down a bumpy road, but we’ve finally found the balance.
It’s time to bring a new little rock star into our lives.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock.

ROCK GODDESS – A prequel to The Prince of Punk Rock. This is Tommy and Jessi’s story. 

Monday, August 15, 2016

series: Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove by KC Kendricks

Contemporary gay romance


Free spirited Ian Coulter works hard and plays harder. An ex-cop turned private investigator, Ian enjoys meeting new men and making new friends. A night out ends up with one man on the floor at his feet, and another asking for his help. Big trouble’s brewing in little Amethyst Cove, and Ian’s a step behind. He’s quick to see Rick Mohr is the man holding the flare at the end a long, dark tunnel.

Undercover agent Rick Mohr walks a fine line, serving two masters. Insider trading, counterfeit printing plates, and a blown-up yacht have Rick stuck between two Federal agencies, one of which has been compromised. Rick has to discover the mole before it’s too late. When Ian Coulter walks into his life, Rick grabs the chance to salvage his assignment with both hands.

It doesn’t take Ian and Rick long to discover joining forces, and sharing resources, has definite perks - ones not found in any departmental manual.
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The sequel to Double Deuce
contemporary gay romance

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Private investigator Ian Coulter has a knack for finding trouble even when he’s minding his own business. Ian’s in the midst of a routine weekly job for movie star client Saylor Blackwood when the man confides he thinks he has a fan turned stalker. Ian stays close to Saylor to observe the people around him and gets an unwelcome shock when FBI agent Rick Mohr contacts him.

Rick Mohr has a problem. Ian’s name just popped up on an FBI watch list. Rick knows it’s guilt by association where Ian is concerned, but what about Blackwood? Rick won’t allow Ian to get dragged into the mix when he’s not involved. For Ian he’ll break whatever confidentiality rule necessary.

It doesn’t take long for Ian and Rick to join forces to clear Ian’s name and get to the bottom of what’s going on in Amethyst Cove, because on or off the case, together is how they work best.
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the sequel to Deuce of Diamonds
Book #3 in Ian Coulter’s Amethyst Cove series


Ian Coulter has his hands full with a sexy office assistant, a favorite movie star client and a drag queen determined to save the world one lost runaway at a time. He can juggle all of it because he and his lover, FBI agent Rick Mohr, are finally together.

Rick’s transfer to Amethyst Cove puts him in charge of multiple operations. When one of Ian’s clients is targeted, it doesn’t take long for Ian to suspect the con artist is on an FBI watch list. With their cases overlapping, Ian and Rick are short on time. Together they set a trap and spring it before their suspect escapes.

Doing the job is easy but figuring out the relationship is tougher. Fitting their lives together isn’t without obstacles, but one thing is certain. On or off the case, Ian and Rick always get their man.
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Contemporary gay romance
Book IV in Ian Coulter’s Amethyst Cove series

Private investigator Ian Coulter and his FBI partner Rick Mohr work hard and play harder. Making their relationship a priority is a challenge they willingly embrace. Life is better together, and when their cases overlap, it also gets pretty interesting.

An evening stroll turns deadly when a sniper targets Rick. Needing to be with his lover, Ian has to trust Rick’s team with the hunt for the shooter. As Rick heals tensions between the men escalate and some uncomfortable truths are revealed.

Ian gets a break in the case but the sniper proves to be elusive.  With the FBI conducting a manhunt in Amethyst Cove, Ian has to deal with his own man. It’ll take patience and some tough love to heal recent fractures and secure with a circle of steel the future he wants with Rick. 
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KC Kendricks

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