Monday, December 15, 2014

BOGO Sale!

It's the most wonderful time of the year and we're making it even more special!

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Sunday, December 14, 2014

Available for Pre-Order No Denying Sin


Living in the Big Easy is downright deadly especially if you’re a stripper. When another exotic dancer is found dead in her apartment, the heat mounts on Frankie and his fellow detectives to find the killer. Due to the magnitude of this unsolved mystery along with the LaBoy murders, tension runs high at Nineteen making it hard for all to breathe around the police station and sending everyone into a frenzy.

There’s no denying Frankie’s love for Kajika but in the back of his mind, hot thoughts of the mutual jerk off with Orrin Daugherty loom over his head. Though the feelings are mutual, Orrin wants nothing to do with this and pushes Frankie away. Add in to the mix his fascination with partner Vance Morain along with his severe case of blue balls and you got one hell of a predicament for these for complex and volatile men.

The men at Nineteen are burning with desire for one another and pleasure is beginning to be almost as important as business.

Will the sinful disruptions stop them from finding the killer roaming the streets of the Big Easy?

This is book 3 of N’awlins Exotica Series. Doesn’t necessarily need to be read in order.

WARNING: Lots of lewd dialogue and smoldering sex between males.

Approximate Release Date January 12, 2015

New Release - Reconnection Michael Mandrake


Every once in a while, the average looking guy scores!

Robert McIntyre is a closeted, average looking sports columnist for the Daily Read. Unfortunately, his desire to stay in has cost him the chance at love more than once. However, now it seems his luck will change since his editor has asked him to interview, Jake Valenta. Jake and Robert knew one another in college and when he heard from a mutual friend that Jake might be bisexual, Robert didn’t believe him.

Before Robert’s trip, they discover a mutual affection for one another. Jake shares his desire to stay behind closed doors because he can’t stand being called a fag, but desperately wants Robert to be his man.

Robert and Jake want a chance to reconnect on a more personal level, but will this budding relationship ruin their careers?

Evernight Publsihing






“Hey, Robert, it’s Jake again.”

I grinned and cocked an eyebrow. “Hey, um, yeah I thought we weren’t gonna talk until I made it down there?”

“You really didn’t think I’d wait until then, did you? I’ve waited for a long time to talk with you, Robert. Like Lori and Alex said, no time like the present to get to know one another again. Besides, when coach told me Robert McIntyre would be coming down to get an exclusive on me, I thought it would be the best time for us to catch up.”


“Robert, we didn’t spend a whole lotta time together at Oklahoma State. You were a junior when I first came in. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me.”

“I did, but….” I got up from my desk and walked by the window so none of my co-workers would listen to what I was saying. “You and Chastity were a hot item. When the two of you got together, we rarely saw one another except at parties. Then I graduated—”

“Yeah two years too soon, Rob. I swear, I wish I had more courage to come out, but I don’t have the temperament to deal with people calling me faggot. I’m a hothead, so I’d be ready to whoop ass the second someone says the word.”

“Yeah, I um—wait, Jake, did you say—” I nearly lost my balance when I heard Jake Valenta say he was gay.

Jake laughed out loud. “C’mon, Robert, don’t play dumb with me. You were well aware Chastity and I faked our relationship. Lori told Alex, and I know she didn’t keep that information to herself.”

“No, she told me, but I didn’t believe it because—”

Jake interrupted me. “I know, ‘cause I play straight real well.”


“And I always will, Robert, ‘cause I can’t deal with stupid people saying those words. Here’s a scoop for you, Robert. I’m gay and always have been. Of course, if you print it, I will deny it. Baseball is still in the dark ages when it comes to these types of things, and until someone else carries the torch for us, I’ll be proudly staying behind the rainbow colored door. However, if people would stop acting like assholes and accept us for what we are, it might be sooner.”

Listening to Jake talk about his sexual orientation took me back in time. If only I had pursued him, if only I’d been less shy, if…


“Robert? Still, with me buddy?”

“Yeah, sorry. Anyways, you were saying?”

“It’s cool, man. We can talk more when we see each other. We lost so much time, Robert. I know we can’t make it all up when you come down here, but it’s a good start, right?”


Friday, December 12, 2014

Palm Canyon Drive

Harper Hughes, Hollywood’s best known cinematographer, finds a new love and a new life after the loss of his life partner. The much younger and long time admirer of his work, Polish/Dutch cinematographer, Stanislau Fluge, comes into his life at exactly the right moment. Harper’s move to the newest and most exclusive residence in Palm Springs allows him to trust again, but he trusts too much. Struggling with personal demons, he wonders if he is too old for a new love and a much younger lover. There are those around him who might conclude that love was much too high a price to pay.

Harper was shaky on his feet as he reached the podium to present an award for cinematography to a new and upcoming cinematographer, Stanislau Fluge. He presented Stanislau the award and found himself caught off guard by the handsome young Pole sharing the stage with him. A bear hug and peck on the cheek spoke volumes as the older passed the torch to the younger. It was mutual admiration as Stanislau shared his vision of film which had been inspired by none other than Harper Hughes, who had single-handedly created a whole genre of film.

Harper belted down several more drinks and felt his bladder might not hold if he didn’t find his way to the men’s room. Feeling relieved and washing his hands, he caught the young smiling face of the Stanislau Fluge over his right shoulder. Harper smiled back into the mirror and turned to greet him.

“Let me say congratulations again. You are the new force to reckon with in film today.”

A blush came to Stanislau as he replied in a heavy eastern European accent, “Oh, but Mr. Hughes, it has been your work that has inspired me in every way. I must say thanks to you.” Stanislau gave Harper a gentle pat on the back. “Might it be possible, Mr. Hughes, to meet with you sometime at your convenience?”

“I would like that very much, but I insist you call me Harper. “Here’s my card, and please call me whenever you’re back in town and we will make a night of it.”

“Wonderful, but I ask that you call me Stanis.”

“Come into the bedroom, Stanis, we have waited long enough,” Harper said. They walked down the hallway arm in arm as they tugged at their ties and Harper dropped his onto the floor.

The house was quiet and dark, but Harper found no peace in the quiet. He switched on a violin concerto on the sound system as they both began to shed their clothes.

“Harper, you know I have loved you from far away and never allowed myself to believe we could ever be together. You had your partner, and we both had our work. Now that has all changed and it is all new and different. Nothing should get in our way now.” Stanis spoke as he kissed Harper on his neck and moved his way downward.

Harper lay back on the bed to take part in feelings that had been on hold for so long. He had Stanis, this beautiful man, where he had always wanted him to be, next to him and feeling the love.

He woke to the first rays of light streaming through the Bermuda shutters and found Stanis still wrapped in his arms. He kissed him on the cheek and slid out of bed. He made his way to the kitchen and started the coffee. Making his way down the hall with the two mugs of coffee, he set the coffee on the bedside table and reached over to give Stanis a proper good morning kiss.

“Palm Canyon Drive,” a sensual romance novel by David Edmondson, is available from B&N, Amazon, Apple, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Google Books, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is

Wednesday, December 3, 2014


My Boyfriend Is... 4
Ethan Rushton can’t believe his eyes when he discovers the type of shifter he saved from a hunter. The long incisors hanging out the mouth, the sloped hindquarters…it’s a saber tooth cat come to life. 

Peter Neren’s been running his whole life. For ten thousand years his species has been a secret but now he is the last of his kind. He doesn’t know if he can trust Ethan, but he’s got to try because it’s time to take a stand. 

Their attraction is instant, and once they act on their passions, nature found a way to ensure the survival of the species…leaving Peter pregnant. He will do anything to protect his unborn cub, and so will Ethan, even if that means becoming bait to hunt down the man trying to kill them both. 
Be Warned: mpreg, m/m sex


The hunter backed away and pulled a nine-millimeter gun from the holster on his belt. He leveled the barrel at the injured cat. Ethan’s protective instinct came rushing to the forefront and he had to rein in his base desire to attack. He moved to stand in front of the injured animal, shielding him with his own body. The whup-whup-whup of helicopter blades filled the air, and a second later, a small black personal chopper landed expertly in the clearing.  

“I found him once and I’ll find him again,” the hunter said. “And now I’ll find you as well.”

“The next time we meet, I will kill you,” Ethan vowed.

The man sneered and continued to back away, gun pointed steadily at Ethan’s chest. He was fast but even his cougar couldn’t outrun a bullet and he had no plans to die today. Besides, he needed to help the bleeding cat behind him. Ethan didn’t move until the helicopter was nothing more than a blip on the horizon, and then he turned and hurried over to the injured animal.

The animal hadn’t passed out since he was still in shifter form, but one look at the face had Ethan stumbling back in shock. This wasn’t a cougar or lynx or a bobcat. In fact, the cat shouldn’t even exist. His mouth lay open, panting, with serrated upper canines longer than those of any living cat. The incisors and lower canines formed a powerful jaw that Ethan knew could be a vicious gripping weapon. They were teeth he’d never seen before except in a museum…as a skeleton.

“You’re…you’re a saber tooth,” he whispered, awe getting the better of him. The cat let out a small growl. “I’m not going to hurt you. But…Christ!  Look at you.”

The cat’s coat was grey with white spots, his tail short, almost stubbly, and had the limb appearance of a hyena, elongated forelegs and rather squat hindquarters. With rare extremities like that, the cat’s back would slope, which accounted for the odd tracks.

“You’re supposed to be extinct,” Ethan murmured. “How the hell are you real?”  

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Jean Marine Stine & I: Using Social Media To Grow Your Adult Business And Build Your Client Base - The Working Smarter And Not Harder Way!

(from M.Christian's Classes And Appearances)

Okay, I know I say this a lot but this is very, very, very cool: I'm going to be joining my great pal, Jean Marie Stine, in doing a class on PR and adult business for the Center For Sex And Culture on Nov. 29th. Here's the info:

Using Social Media To Grow Your Adult Business And Build Your Client Base - The Working Smarter And Not Harder Way...

... for Retailers, Therapists, Photographers, Video Makers, Sex Workers, Writers & Others

Nov 29, 2014 2:00 PM - 4:00PM
Center for Sex and Culture
1349 Mission St,
San Francisco, CA 94103

Let's face facts: the adult business world has totally, completely changed marketing and advertising tricks that used to work simply don't anymore ... which is why, more than ever, thinking outside the box is key to raising above the rest and, best of all, bring in exposure and, hopefully, sales.

Twitter? Tumblr? Facebook? While there are a lot of options, many of the techniques that a lot of gurus and experts recommend only work for those same experts and gurus ... and not for anyone else.

But in this fun and provocative lecture you'll learn to learn the differences between what other people say you should do and what actually works including when to play by the rules and when not to, how to rise above the rest, and how to manage your marketing time and dollars.

Among some of the subjects covered will be:
  • How to blog, tweet and post effectively and efficiently
  • How to handle fast media like Twitter versus slower ones like Facebook
  • When national social media is what you want and when it's something you don't need
  • The power of FREE
  • Knowing your audience ... and developing great techniques to reach them
  • Understanding the difference between likes, friends and actual sales
  • How to make your social media presence rich and interesting without taking valuable time away from your company
  • How to think innovatively about advertising, public relations, and marketing that don't involve social media or even the internet
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.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Desert Snow by KC Kendricks

Contemporary gay romance

Laird Bennett accepts a friend’s invitation for a vacation with his eyes wide open. His buddy is pimping for him - in a sneaky sort of way. Why else set up his business meeting in Palm Springs the week of the annual White Party and ask Laird to go along? Laird goes with every intention of enjoying the eye candy, the weather, and behaving himself. Those plans change his first night out while waiting to cross the street and a younger man in white leather greets him.

Haydn Rinehart is at a crossroads. His pilgrimage to the White Party is to keep a promise before moving into the next phase of his life. Haydn strikes up a conversation with an attractive party-goer while waiting for a traffic light to change and invites him for a drink. When he discovers Laird is one of his favorite authors, Haydn volunteers to assist in some hands-on research in his hotel room.

After all, they are at the White Party and some fun is in order.


“Haydn is a good German name for a man of German descent.”

I looked at the Celtic emblem on his neck cord. It was possible he wore it not as a symbol of his heritage, but because he simply liked the design.

“Actually, Haydn could also be of Welsh origin.” I didn’t add it meant “fire” in the Welsh and suited him to a tee. One should never appear over educated to a new acquaintance.

“So are you into genealogy and stuff?” His whiskey-brown eyes held genuine interest. Darn, he had pretty eyes, so clear with a dark outer ring around the iris.

“When I was a lad, back in the hills of West Virginia, I stumbled upon an old graveyard in the woods. I restored it to get my Eagle Scout award.”

“No kidding? For real, man?”

“Yep. It led to my writing career.”

I managed to refrain from grinning at him as he blinked at me, his lips slightly parted. He jerked and gulped down a few swallows of his beer, which had unfortunate consequences. He choked. I thumped his back as he coughed.

“Sorry.” He wheezed a few times in my general direction. “I’m such an ass.”

I gave him one last pat between the shoulder blades and reached for my drink. I wanted to touch him far too badly to allow it to continue. I wasn’t here to get laid.

“You’re going to have to explain that statement. Why does choking on your beer make you an ass?”

He cleared his throat and risked a sip from the bottle. “I’ve never met a writer before. Are you here to make notes for in a book or something?

I sighed. “Haydn, the whole world is fodder for an author. Everything we see, hear and learn ends up on the page sooner or later.” I smiled at him. “I write true crime novels as a profession, and erotic gay romance as a hobby.”

Those lovely brown orbs fixed me with a ruttish stare. “Then may I volunteer my services as a research assistant for your hobby?”


Yes, it would be wonderful to spend a few hours rolling around on his sheets. He appealed to me. Haydn projected the aura of maturity a man had when he was content in his own skin.

That I recognized it surprised me, considering our short acquaintance, but I didn’t imagine it. He had it. The argument for or against taking him up on his offer was with myself.

I looked at him over the rim of my glass as I took sip. The cool liquid slid down my dry throat and delivered a nice kick as it hit bottom. His gaze flicked to my lips as I licked the tart drops.

“I wouldn’t want to come across as easy.”

His left eyebrow lifted. “Not a word I’d use to describe my take on you. I think I’ll get a few more drinks into you and see if you’re more agreeable to some fun.”

I grinned at him. “You give a guy my age too many drinks and the only fun you’ll get will be listening to him snore.”

Haydn tightened his arm around my shoulders in a quick hug. “I’ll risk it. You’re what? All the way to forty?”

“I waved goodbye to that a while back.” I took a good swallow of mojito. Damn, it was delicious, and good enough to gulp down and ask for more - but I wouldn’t. “Pray tell - how young are you?”

“No, no, no. You can’t be a day over thirty-eight. Let me see your ID.”

The idea of showing a complete stranger my driver’s license made me uneasy. I didn’t know him well enough yet to give him more than my first name and a hand job. I shook my head.

“You’ll just have to take my word for it.”

He knew he’d stepped over a line. “Sorry. No harm, no foul, Laird. If you don’t want to go to my room, we can stroll down the street to the next place.”

“I’d like that.” I tapped my glass to his bottle again and we swilled down the remainder of our drinks. He’d not answered me as to his age, so I accepted my initial impression was correct. He was a lot younger than me.

Weaving our way to the door through the crush of male bodies was an adventure. The crowd of partiers had increased and grown bolder. I finally cupped the front of my pants to keep all the smiling men from copping a feel. I noticed Haydn didn’t seem to mind the fun. He grinned and grabbed back. When we finally stepped outside, he held up a fistful of slips of paper.

“Wow. These guys are really friendly.” He paused to count his prizes. “Eleven, all with names and cell phone numbers. Some of them have hotel and room numbers, too.”

“That should keep you busy, young man.”

He shoved the slips in his left pocket. “You might think so, but I’m really not interested in a series of one-offs that I’ll have no memory of the next morning.”

I started to walk east, toward the booming bass of loud music. He fell into step beside me, our strides equal in length, his hand causally touching the small of my back. I liked the easy, controlled way he moved, and his attentiveness, but started to worry about leading him on too far.

What did I really want for the evening? To be fair to Haydn, I had to decide soon. Saying he wasn’t interested in fucking his brains out might be for my benefit. If the urge was upon him, I wouldn’t stand in his way if he wanted to go find a more willing playmate. We stopped at the tail end of a long, snaking line. Haydn tapped the guy in front of us and asked him a question while I admired the guy’s ass, which looked pretty good in white leather pants. I’d come to look at the eye candy, after all.

“What’s the deal here?”

The guy pointed at the sparkling marquee a good thirty feet away. “It’s Glimmer, man. They only allow two hundred patrons inside at a time.” He looked at me and grinned. “We can blow this honky-tonk and have a little three-way back at my hotel if you like.”

Annoyance surged through me, and crystallized how I felt about having some fun with Haydn. I gave him a nudge to move him sideways so we could bypass the line.

“Sorry, big fella. This one is all mine tonight.”

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-368-0
Contemporary gay romance

KC Kendricks
website at:

Saturday, November 8, 2014

The Escort: In the Public Eye by Parker Linn

by Parker Linn
genre: glbt romance
information link:

As a professional escort, Ryan James’ job is to provide a service his clients, be it simply to accompany them somewhere socially or to more, intimate services. It's not always easy to keep things strictly business. Ryan has feelings, too. When he takes on aspiring politician Brock Becker as a client, the lines between business and personal soon become blurred.


We stepped out into the night air and into the limo. Brock settled back in his seat and glared at me.

“Well? What did you see?”

“That woman is Eve Taylor. She looks different off the air, doesn’t she?”

His gaze locked onto mine. “Are you sure it was her?”

I nodded. “Positive. And she was interested in my employment with you. Are you out?”

He smiled, one of those confident, butter-wouldn’t-melt kind of smiles that fueled an urge to smack him. It also gave me the start of a hard-on and a delicious achy feeling in my balls.

“Out? You mean as in out for the rest of the evening?”

“No, sir. I do not.” The smile I gave him in return was as phony as a politician’s promise. “I mean o-u-t. As in out of the closet.”

He feigned surprise. “You think I’m gay?”

“You’re saying you’re not?”

He bared his teeth, then chuckled. “I’m not saying a thing.”

I relaxed into the cushiony softness of the limo’s upholstery. “Good. Then I suggest you keep it that way unless you want Ms. Taylor to start spreading her suspicions around via the airwaves and having your secret go viral.”

“You think she’d do that?”

“I’d say she’s just itching to do exactly that. All’s fair in politics and her brand of journalism.”

“Damn!” He gave a long, drawn-out sigh. “Guess this means I have to be a good boy until after the election.”

“You do if you want to win. I know times have changed and the majority of folks like to appear very broad-minded and forward-thinking. Just don’t let it fool you into being too open. If you do, at least half of them will do a complete one-eighty when they cast their vote.”

“Even though I’m always very discreet?”

“Won’t make any difference if she decides to bird-dog you. Reporters like her who go digging for dirt usually find it.”

“How about phone sex?”

If Brock had wanted to surprise me, he’d succeeded. “I suppose if that’s what you want, although you’d still need to be careful. The providers of those services promise complete privacy, but how safe are they really?

Once you place the call they have your phone number, the number you called, and a date stamp on file. And if the cops decided to check you out for whatever reason…”

“The whole world would know.” He sighed. “Don’t worry, Ryan, I realize the dangers of going that route, and lucky for me I don’t need to. I have a much better plan. One that I can guarantee will be one hundred and ten percent safe.”

“You have a friend with benefits, someone you can trust?”

“I sure do.”

The Escort: In the Public Eye
(Book 1 in the Escort series)
ISBN 13:978-1-61124-396-3
Available now at Amber Allure, an imprint of Amber Quill Press

Parker Linn, author
Parker Linn is the writing team of KC Kendricks and Christiane France.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Now Available: A CLASS ACT by Leigh Ellwood (M/M)

A-Class-Act-200x300So here I am, minding my own business and preparing another post for the TRS release party on one of the box sets, when I get word my latest Decadent Publishing story is out a day early! Wait, what? I have to promo that also? ACK!

Seriously, I'm thrilled. I had so much fun writing A CLASS ACT and I hope if you love M/M you'll pick it up. Enjoy this preview.

Gay Erotic Romance
Class in Session, Book 2 (May be read standalone)

All Romance ~ Kindle ~ Kobo ~ NOOK ~ Decadent Publishing

Released November 7, 2014

Barry Kellam receives a mysterious invitation from 1Night Stand and can’t imagine who would arrange a night of sexual passion with him…except perhaps a former student who’s gone on to greater things.

Paul Merrill is the toast of Broadway. While the awards and fame are nice, he wants to  share his success—and his body—with the man who inspired him. But Dr. Kellam isn’t  one to date fellow faculty or alumni. Will he answer Madame Eve’s call?


The fleeting idea that Paul Merrill was somewhere else in Manhattan right now set a chill in his heart. Maybe some billionaire in disguise arranged this, like a super-rich parent he met at an open house who misinterpreted a handshake as a come-on. He shook away the ridiculous notion as the elevator floor vibrated. The ideas ballooned like fantastic movie plots, not unlike the one that would make Paul a household name.

At Room 2401, his hand trembled and it took three tries to get the green light. “Room” hardly described his quarters for the night. 1Night Stand appropriated them with a lavish suite with wide panel windows revealing Times Square in its explosive, mega-watt glory. The waving red lines of the story-high Coca-Cola ad mesmerized him, but only momentarily as he fought to keep his bearings. If his date was here, he was probably in another part of the suite.

The bedroom, no doubt. He swallowed back his nerves, inhaled, and stepped deeper into the living area. Large, suede sofas faced a wall-sized entertainment system. The wet bar looked better stocked than an actual restaurant. Barry’s mouth watered for a shot of vodka.

“Dr. Kellam!”

Barry’s heart jolted and his direction whipped to the left toward the approaching figure. “Paul, thank God it’s you.”

Breach of Contract by J.R. Gray (GAY BDSM)

Bound, 2
With the legal trouble behind them, Daniel Caplin and Rafael Argon are ready to settle into a low-key D/s relationship, but life is unrelenting, when blackmail shatters their illusion of happily ever after. Pictures from one of the Rafael’s public scenes instill fear into his new submissive, Daniel, acting as a wedge driving the new couple apart. 

The building peril in George’s community weighs heavy on his shoulders as he struggles to find the culprit—all while hiding his feelings for his new house guest. Jesse is torn between ending his marriage, picking up a rebound he should have left fifteen years in the past, and the dangling carrot of a possible relationship with a man. He is forced to fight for what he wants most, a leap he may be too chicken to take. 

In the sequel to Legally Bound, George battles to take down an unknown enemy, while watching helplessly as those he cares for are broken beyond repair. Can Rafael and Daniel rebuild their trust after it's broken with lies? Can George hold it together as Jesse is ripped from his life? 
Be Warned: BDSM, m/m sex, paddling, caning, cock cages, public exhibition

The back elevator dinged as he approached, and the doors slid back to reveal Jesse's face. He had circles under his eyes and worry lines in his forehead. Two fingers held a garment bag over one shoulder and a duffle over his other.
“Is it still okay if I stay?” He put a smile on his lips that George knew was fake.
“But of course. Let me help you.” George approached him and tried to take the bag, but Jesse didn’t move to hand it over.
“I’ve got it.”
“Don’t be absurd. I would have a slave do it, but he’s rather tied up at the moment.”
The statement earned a chuckle out of Jesse, and he gave up the bag. Even hurt Jesse had a light in his blue eyes and his heart on his sleeve, a trait that made him wholly unique compared to the masks most wore to impress George. “I can stay on the sofa or something if the slaves use the guest rooms.”
George laughed and turned his back to stalk down the hall. When he didn’t hear Jesse following, he cast a glance over his shoulder. “Slaves in bed … how naive you really are, handsome.”
Jesse started after him, brow creased. “Where do they sleep then?” He caught up and followed George to the other side of the penthouse.
He realized Jesse was serious, and he laughed throatily again. “I have cages for them.”