Sunday, January 22, 2017

Undeniable by KC Kendricks

Undeniable

Contemporary gay romance

With a summer storm threatening to ruin his Friday afternoon, Asa Burton packs his briefcase and bolts for home before the driving gets dangerous. On the interstate, stuck behind an accident, he regrets his decision until he sees Ford Weston standing along the side of the road talking to a police officer.

Ford Weston can’t believe his luck, bad and good. First, his car gets clipped on the tail end of an accident, and then none other than Asa Burton pulls over and offers him a ride home. Coming face-to-face with the biggest regret of his life leaves Ford off-balance. He screwed up with Asa all those years ago. It was his fault the relationship ended.

Asa can’t believe he’s found Ford again, so why is he angry with himself? Could it be because Ford walked out on him without a word seventeen years ago and he did nothing to stop him? Asa’s sure of only one thing – Fate just handed him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to win back Ford. 

INTRO:
It felt like he was on hold forever even though it was only a few seconds. Lord, he was going to screw this up somehow. He almost dropped his phone when Asa answered.
“Hello, Ford.”
“Asa. I, um, hope you don’t mind me calling.” Boy, that was slick.
“No, no. Not at all. What can I do for you?”
Ford took a breath in the hope of steadying himself. He hated to sound stupid and he was certain he did.
“Would you have time to see me today? You know, as a lawyer.”
There was a slight pause before Asa replied. “May I ask what this is about?”
Crap. Did that mean Asa would only see him for business? It was time he admitted to himself he wanted a lot more than that.
“I landed a big job today. Actually, it’s the most important job I’ve ever gotten. I need a good lawyer to look over the contract. I thought – I hoped you’d agree to look it over.”
“Is that all you want, Ford?”
Was that a note of hope in Asa’s quiet voice or did he want to believe it so badly he imagined it?
Ford closed his eyes and saw a younger Asa sprawled naked on his bed, the golden candlelight flickering across the white globes of his virgin buttocks. Asa had trusted him and for at least that one night, he hadn’t let Asa down.
“No, Asa. I need to see you.”

EXCERPT:

Asa rested his hand on Ford’s knee. “Satisfy my curiosity. Who’s going to make the first move?”
He grinned as Ford put his arm around his shoulders.
“That’s how you moved in on me the first time. I was sitting on the sofa talking to friends and you plopped down beside me. Then you put your arm around me and asked me if I wanted to get naked.”
“I was smooth in those days, wasn’t I?”
Asa laughed. “You were one horny bastard and you were on the prowl.”
He sobered as Ford stroked his cheek with trembling fingers then ran his thumb over his lips. “Asa, I’d have never jumped you like that if I’d known you were so inexperienced.”
He was surprised to hear the regret in Ford’s voice.
“I was shaking like a leaf in my frat-boy sneakers when I walked out the door with you. You were the answer to my big problem, you know. I was desperate to lose my virginity but just any guy wouldn’t do. I wanted a real stud for the job.”
“I’m glad you chose me.”
Asa set his beer down. It was the second one today he wasn’t going to finish. He turned and put his arms around Ford’s neck. There was one thing he knew would move them past uncertainty. He pressed his lips to Ford’s.
Ford was still for a moment then his lips parted. Past and present merged for Asa as the memory of those long ago shared kisses blended with the feel of Ford’s warm mouth moving under his. Now was all that mattered. His groin tightened as he shifted forward and Ford went down beneath him.
Never breaking the kiss Asa worked his hands under Ford’s shirt to caress bare skin. His dick swelled full and hard when Ford slipped his hand down the back of his pants to squeeze his ass. Inside him, little muscles twitched with the memory of the first time Ford fucked him, of the burn as Ford went into him. He’d spun into a white-hot heat he’d never found with anyone else. Asa kissed the throbbing vein in Ford’s neck.
“We have too many clothes on.”
Ford stroked the back of his head. “You cut your gorgeous hair.”
“It was time.” Asa raised up enough to look at him. Ford’s pupils had gone wide and black and Asa wondered if his eyes looked the same. He ran his fingers through Ford’s dark locks.
“I wanted the senior partners to take me seriously. That wasn’t going to happen looking like a wannabe singer in a boy band.”
“I get it, but it really surprises me you’d do it. Are you ready to take this to the bedroom?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve changed some, Ford.”
“So have I. Let me up.”
“One more for the road.”
“The bedroom - ”
Asa cut Ford off as he kissed him. Ford met him, thrusting his tongue in Asa’s mouth in a mock fucking. In response, Asa flexed his hips against Ford’s. He silently damned the layers of fabric between them as the ridge of his erection rode Ford’s equally hard cock. Asa shifted sideways to drop onto his knees and rock back on his heels.
“Which way?”
“Upstairs.”

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Friday, January 20, 2017

TIME MACHINE DISCOUNT: Cowboy Easy

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On each day of each year (2006-2011), the following titles were released. We celebrate each anniversary date by offering a tremendous discount for a limited time. Enjoy them now!


COWBOY EASY

Blaecleah Brothers 1

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Cowboy Romance, M/M]

Lachlan Blaecleah never expected to find the love of his life in the middle of a street fight with two other men, but he knew the moment he saw Asa Miller that he wanted to get to know the man better. He jumps into the fight and becomes Asa's knight in slightly tarnished armor.

Asa Miller is amazed by Lachlan every time he looks at him. He's a walking, talking cowboy fantasy come to life, complete with hat and boots. After being rescued by him and taken home for a night of debauchery at the hands of the sexy cowboy, Asa isn't sure what to do next. Should he stick around and get to know Lachlan and his large family better or run from the feelings the man invokes in him?

Before Asa can make his choice, someone else steps in to separate the two men, on a more permanent basis. Asa has to decide if what they have together is worth the heartache he feels when he almost loses the man he loves. Or should he guard his heart and lose his cowboy forever?

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AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Beyond the Darkness

BEYOND THE DARKNESS

Dark Court 1

AVAILABLE: Thursday, February 2nd

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

Nothing in Zack Banning’s life makes sense. Not the head injury that ended his career, and certainly not the sexy dreams he’s been having about a mysterious blue-eyed stranger who seems to know exactly how to send Zack straight into the flames of ecstasy with every touch. Zack can’t decide what disturbs him more—how much he longs for the dreams to be real or the fact that they feature another man.  

Eljin has spent the last several months frightened and alone. The single bright spot was the tentative connection he forged with Zack, a fellow captive with no memory of their encounter. Desperate to return across the veil but unwilling to leave Zack in danger, Eljin sets out to convince Zack of the miracle that holds them together before the forces conspiring against Eljin’s entire race pull them apart forever.

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AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Precious Love

PRECIOUS LOVE

Special Operations 7

AVAILABLE: Thursday, January 26th

[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: M/M, HEA]

Frankie Di Salvo thought he had died and gone to heaven the day Porter Reece walked into his life. The man was everything Frankie had always dreamed of. But more than that, Porter's friendly personality and protectiveness drew Frankie in like an eager puppy. He was willing to agree to anything to keep Porter.  

Porter Reece had been looking for one good thing in his life, and he found it in a gorgeous man named Frankie. The times he was able to spend with Frankie between missions were the only things that kept him going when life got hard.  

When Frankie's life gets put in danger, Porter does the only thing he can think of and takes him back to the compound, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that his fellow marines and friends will help him protect Frankie. But the danger his precious love is in isn't just coming from an outside source. There are those at the compound that want Frankie gone as well.

Can Porter convince them that Frankie is innocent before it's too late?

And even if he does, will Frankie still be around for him to love?

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Monday, January 9, 2017

My Crazy Ex

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Cheating on his boyfriend and getting caught in the act gets Bartholomew, Bart for short, a one-way ticket out of his happy home.


Excerpt:
I was in another world, and my breath was ragged, as the blond’s voice became louder and louder. He was in mid shout and mid explosion, when I heard something.

It was a key in the front door lock – my boyfriend.

It wasn’t my finest moment. Slowly untangling himself from me, the blond rolled off the bed, gave Randy a half smile, then looked back down at me and seemed to realize that something very, very bad was about to happen. Dressing in silence, the blond didn’t say anything. Randy stormed back into the other room as I rolled out of bed and hastily dressed.

Randy was just standing there. Neither of us said anything as he waved his arm, showing me the way out. I knew I had taken things too far this time, but I just couldn’t seem to help myself. So I was on the road again.

I met a new guy soon enough and he followed me home. I didn’t say a word, letting him make all of the connections.

A very earnest look crossed his face as he groped into his pants, like he had to summon every ounce of concentration to explore that region. He then hauled out a piece that made me gasp. It was amazing.

Well, that changed the game for me. He looked back up at me as I sat up and slid out of the jacket. I licked my lips but didn’t move, not out of any sadistic pleasure, but because I was faced with a challenge. Looking back up into his face, I saw the same happy-go-lucky cute chatter box that had been yammering at me all evening and it suddenly dawned on me that he didn’t even realize what he had.

"My Crazy Ex" by B.J. Scott is a love story/rom com, and available from Apple, Google, B&N, Kobo, and Amazon.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Fortune in Men's Eyes

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Peter Kalin was born and raised at Beaux Arbres, his father’s plantation in the Northern Neck of the Commonwealth of Virginia. When it was discovered that Peter liked to sleep with men, a predilection frowned upon by elite society, Beauregard Michael Kalin had only one recourse. Disowned and banished, Peter Kalin purchased a small farm of his own and unwittingly became a stationmaster on the underground railroad system.

***

How his farm had first become a station he didn’t know. Shortly after he bought the farm, just before dawn a woman knocked on his door, which drove Rufus crazy with barking. She asked for Mrs. Davenport and was shocked that she was no longer living there. She apologized for the intrusion and started to leave, with Rufus still inside the kitchen door quietly growling behind her, as if things just weren’t right. For some strange reason Peter did not return to bed, although it was exceptionally early. Instead, he watched her sneak four people into his barn. He followed them, and when he entered, they were not to be seen. When he discovered a few bales of hay pushed aside in the rear of one of the stalls, he spied a trap door.

“Y’all better come on up out of there,” he shouted when he flipped it up. Slowly the woman and four strong ebony men emerged. They stood fearfully in a clump, not because Peter had caught them, but because Rufus was at his heels and his teeth and fangs were bared. “Y’all are runaways, aren’t you,” he asked rhetorically. “You come a long way?” he inquired with a change in his tone.

“Yes, suh,” said the lady, “From down around Leonardtown.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Not since yesterday morning. Just some berries we found right before sunset.”

“I’ll be right back in a bit with some food for you. Rufus, come!” He returned to the house and gathered up some bowls, spoons, a large pot of freshly-made oatmeal, and some dried beef. “Here. You need some nourishment. Can’t have you on the run and starving. You can get milk from the cow. Anyone chasing you?”

“I imagine,” said one of the men.

That was five years ago. Since then, many groups followed the drinking gourd to his farm. All Peter asked in return was that they dig out a little more of the underground hideaway. He added some rough beds so his guests didn’t have to sleep on the ground which sometimes got very muddy, and he always kept enough food handy to make sandwiches for his over-day guests. At night he gave those who traveled without the lady the directions to Caleb Ross’s, the next station on their route north.

“Massuh Peter, Massuh Peter,” shouted a raspy voice as fists pounded on his door one September morning barely past sunup. Rufus, as ever, was immediately at the door, barking ferociously.

“Sit,” Peter commanded. He opened the door to find Rastus, the Negro butler at his father’s place.

“My, you looking like a fine young man. Maryland doing you good, Sir.”

“Rastus, what are you doing here?”

He stepped aside, and there  was Bahu. “Seems your daddy just found out who it was that made you want to like men. He was going to cut his thing off but I suggested he send Bahu to you instead. I may not have approved of what you guys did together, but I think yo’ daddy’s ideas of punishment are a little harsh for jus’ wanting to find some love.”

“How did Daddy find out?”



"Fortune in Men's Eyes" is a heartfelt historical gay romance by Duncan More. This one-of-a-kind novel can be purchased from Amazon (ebook and print), B&N, All Romance ebooks, Google Books, and coming soon to Apple and Kobo.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Warlord's Conquest - MM BDSM Sci-Fi Erotica

 

Warlord’s Enigma

An angry prince.  A pleased warlord.  An enigma to unravel.

The warlord Kinthor finds a prince in the slave offering of a world he conquered.  He’ll take the gorgeous man as his new comfort slave. The prince is furious, not at him, but at the royal court that conspired to throw him away.  Prince Janus demands Kinthor makes things right.

Kinthor finds it amusing the prince thinks he can demand anything.

He’ll teach him what it means to be a Xen-Kroth’s comfort slave, particularly when that slave dares to be defiant.  At the same time he investigates the court of the world he conquered, getting drawn into twisted intrigue that puts his own malevolent empire to shame.

The complete story is presented here.  Contains explicit red hot scenes of MM with a guaranteed happily ever after.  By the author of UnPrison!

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Excerpt ~
Rodin droned in Kinthor’s ear about chastening a viceroy on the planet he’d conquered years before the one they orbited.  It was something about a shorted shipment or getting shitty grain instead of the good stuff.

Kinthor half-listened.  Rodin would arrange for everything that needed to be done.  The agendas he read merely kept him in the loop.  With such an able high minister Kinthor had the luxury of boredom.

His people were fed, clothed, and satisfied with the comforts provided to them on their megaship.  Hadn’t he been allowed to reign for another term without any challenge?  It was Rodin’s job to see to this minutia.

His minister recaptured his attention when he pivoted to talk about him selecting a new comfort slave.  His current showed absolute submission and loyalty to him, but was difficult to arouse.  The woman had an innate frigidity that seemed her norm, rather than a flaw to remedy.  He granted her less oppressive duties.

Kinthor sat up straighter in his high-backed chair.  The sounds of clanking chains filled the room.  He beheld five lovely men, naked and bound by their wrists and ankles, being led to him by a taskmaster and several red-armored guards.  (Red to designate they worked in the ship’s underbelly, where the slaves lived.)

The group lined before him, filling his vision with luscious thighs, taut stomachs, and smooth round shoulders.  They were pale since they’d come from the conquered world below them.  Planet Sensicry had shades of skin going from cream to light brown.     

Kinthor had no preference on color.  It was the muscles, the glimmer in the eyes, and the fullness of the lips.  He liked flesh to be smooth, and they provided that to him, without scales or ridges.

Four of the five men before him were tall, wide-framed, and muscular, exactly what he sought in a comfort slave.  He loomed over his own large people, and the Sencrysians, a naturally smaller race, had to have girth to fit well in his massive arms.

That’s when his gaze moved to the man furthest to the left, the palest and smallest of the group.  The blond had a golden crown painfully woven onto scalp—as if to make sure there was no chance Kinthor would miss him.

“Kint,” Rodin said, calling him by the familiar name he alone could utter.  “That one is—”

“I know who he is.”  He hoisted himself from his throne and stepped before him.

Angry blue eyes met his.  The man’s lean aristocratic build reaffirmed the crown.  Sensicry’s prince was 24—no, 25.  He’d been 24 last year when their world surrendered.  There was definition to his body, defined pectorals surrounding soft pink nipples and a v shape etched his groin.

King Shalen’s son.  Kinthor gave a sound of approval through his nostrils.  He didn’t wonder why he was in the offering for now.  Visions of Shalen’s Xen-Kroth style surrender filled his mind.  What if this one was just as sensitive as his sweet king?  That alone would be reason enough to take him as his comfort slave.

Small—but extremely fuckable.  Kinthor touched his chin in consideration.  I could be gentle, the way I was with his father.

“If you’re done gawking at me, I’d appreciate some clothes.”

Kinthor’s brow rose.  He heard Rodin gasp beside him. 

The low rumble of a laugh came from his broad chest.  “Would you, now?”  He paused to see if the wisp of a man had any more surly words.  “Prince Haine?  Or is it Janus?”

“I’m Janus,” he said, still projecting every vitriolic syllable.

Kinthor’s grin remained steadfast.  “You sound angry at me, little prince.  I didn’t put you here.  I’m merely the recipient of luscious gift.”

Janus cringed with his lips pulled back in disgust.

“Did your daddy send you up to teach you a lesson?  Is Prince Haine in the slave barracks as well?”

“My father is dead.”

Kinthor felt as though a bee had stung him between the eyes.  His smug expression dissipated into one of anger.

“And Haine is no longer a prince.  He’s the king.”

Kinthor growled and staggered in reverse.  Rodin backtracked from him, but was caught by a violent hand on his shoulder.

“King Shalen is dead?”  His teeth flared.  “Who did this!”

Janus parted his lips to answer.

“I’ll kill them!”

The prince sealed his mouth.

“We didn’t know about this, my lord.”  Rodin fought his grip with a wince of pain.  “We have no one monitoring Sensicry’s court.  You said it wasn’t necessary as long as King Shalen was—”

“He's dead!  Did you hear him?”

Rodin jerked free.  His rapid breaths conveyed panic he rarely saw from him.  His subordinate was no larger than the prince before him, only bolstered by ministerial gowns and a cloak.

“We’ll send a troop to see what’s happened.”  Rodin tapped madly on his portable console.

“I’ll tell you what happened,” Janus said, still bold and embittered.  “My father was poisoned.  Haine pretended to be me and stole the throne.  Then he stuck me in the slave offering.”  His voice cracked with emotion.  “Get me some clothes and send me home.  I have to clean up this mess before it gets any worse.”

Kinthor flared his white teeth.  “Just who do you think you’re giving orders to?  Check your attitude, boy.”

A tear streaked the prince’s cheek.  “I know who you are.  I’m trying to tell you who I am—the rightful king of Sensicry.”

“You're no king.”  Kinthor sneered.  “I see an obnoxious brat.  I’m your conqueror, fool.  You show me diffidence no matter what happened in your court.”

Janus’ face crumpled.  “Father said you were kind.”

“To him.  He was humble before me.  He never had to witness what I do to arrogant little shits.”  

Rodin stepped forward.  “There is no king for Sensicry.  The ruler is a viceroy, nothing more.  Your world belongs to the Xen-Kroth.  You exist only for our benefit.”

Janus’ face flared with outrage again.  “That’s not how it is.  Who the hell are you, anyway?  You’re not a Xen-Kroth.”

“I’m a citizen of the Empire.”

Kinthor groaned.  Still with the attitude?  The boy begged for his whip.  Rodin maintained an even temper beside him.  His pale green skin, small frame, and white tresses of hair contrasted to Kinthor’s red and yellow coloration, massive bearing, and blue-black mane.  He’d come from a conquered world Kinthor barely remembered.  It didn’t matter to him.  His highest minister had earned his place.

Kinthor dropped into his cushioned throne.  “I’m keeping the prince.  Send the rest back.”

Rodin blinked at him.  “My lord?”

“You heard me.”  He snuffled.  “I’ve chosen my comfort slave.”

“Your what!” Janus’ face reddened.  “Would you listen—”

“Shut up!”  Kinthor bellowed this loud enough to make the boy’s mouth close.  He set narrow eyes on Rodin.  “I want him.  He’s Shalen’s son.”  Kinthor squared his jaw.  “I’ll give him a pass for his disrespect, because of his trauma, but only if he can wise up to his situation in the next day.”

“And if not?”  Rodin spoke through a smile.

“Then I’ll break him in two.”

Janus groaned as though he were dealing with idiots.  This put a tick in Kinthor’s brow.  This was Shalen’s son?  It’s true he resembled him—but this attitude.  He’d been far too soft on Sensicry.   

Rodin signaled the guards.  They moved to unchain Janus from the other slaves.

“Would you think!”  Janus shouted with restrained anger.  “You gave us autonomy.  Right now your planet is being ruled by an imposter!  How can you allow this?”

“Find your off switch.  Brazen twerp.”  He adjusted his posture.  “You’re turning me crueler than I prefer to be with fragile slaves.”

“I’m not a slave!  I’m the king of Sensicry!”

The guard nudged Janus to walk while the rest of the slaves marched out of the room with the taskmaster.  He glared at Kinthor, seething with his mouth hanging open.  The guard had to shove him to get him to move.  As the enormity of his situation settled over him, his face clenched and a sob buoyed up his chest.

“This isn’t right.”

Guards pushed him through a metal sliding door, the one round shape among the panels of silver that covered the ships walls.  Kinthor let his posture deflate as soon as the arrogant wretch left.

“Janus was Shalen’s eldest twin son, but Haine was the favorite of the queen,” Kinthor said to Rodin without looking at him.  “They probably colluded.  The morons are using us to steal control of Sensicry.  Let’s give this new king a Xen-Kroth killing.  Everything, even the—”

“Kint,” Rodin said, once again feeling secure enough to return to the informal.  “How do you know this isn’t the younger Prince Haine?”

Kinthor’s next word got stuck in his throat.  He looked into the gossamer eyes of his subordinate.  The two stared at each other.

The twist hadn’t occurred to him, but this was why Rodin stood in his highest post.  Kinthor could devise a plan to conquer most any world, even those as technologically advanced as the Xen-Kroth.  Politics, courtly intrigue, managing his conquests—these were things he relied on Rodin to oversee.  The man was his better half in more ways than he could count.  

His high minister leaned close to his ear.  “Doesn’t this situation sound familiar to you?  Aren’t we being a tad hypocritical?”

Kinthor swallowed down the bitter truth.  “Tell me what to do, you ass.”

“You don’t care who acts as our viceroy on Sensicry, and this one obviously has no respect for you.  We told them from the beginning:  surrender the goods on schedule and we’ll leave you alone.”

Kinthor’s face soured.  “That was when I had King Shalen down there.”

“I know,” Rodin said softly.  “You were fond of him.”

“More than fond.”  He ground his teeth.  “I trusted the man.”

“Remind me why.”

Kinthor glowered at him.  He knew damn well why, but he’d play along.  Sometimes Rodin preferred leading him to the right decisions rather than just telling him.

“Shalen was meek and frightened, and yet accepted the terms of Xen-Kroth surrender because it would save the lives of his people.”  Kinthor fixed his gaze outward him as he remembered.  “The noble man quivered in front of me.  He gave the oath while on his knees.  And then when I took him to my chamber he begged me not to hurt him.”  He smiled.  “I pulled him in my arms gently and said, ‘How could I hurt someone so sweet and cooperative?’

“That’s when the fear in his face disappeared.  He asked me all the questions bundled in his chest.  Was I going to be cruel to his world?  Would I ask for more than they could give?  I said I had no reason to be cruel, and that I only took from his world because our megaship couldn’t sustain our population.  We wouldn’t ruin his planet—we’d improve it.  I told him about the amazing tech we'd deliver to his people to increase their yields.

“Once he was reassured, I felt his muscles go soft in my embrace.  He didn’t shrink from me when I kissed him.  I took him to my bed and made love to his luscious body for hours.  He was so sensitive.  I brought him to ecstasy three times.  When we finished, he burrowed himself against me.  I promised I would treat his planet as gently as I did him, and he said he’d never take that for granted.”

Kinthor met Rodin’s eyes.  “Shalen understood he’d been conquered.  He knew bitterness wouldn’t serve him or his kingdom.  He made the best of things by submitting, by giving me and Xen-Kroth the respect we demanded.  We had an understanding.  I had faith he’d keep his people obedient.”

Rodin smiled with one side of his mouth.  “Shalen was more cunning than you realize.  He understood how to behave with a Xen-Kroth conqueror to receive mercy.”

Kinthor scowled.  “His ecstasy was real.”

“I don’t doubt it.  He’d earned your trust in the most intimate way, and you’d earned his.  That’s what made him a good king for us.”  His eyes, as iridescent as pearls, glimmered.  “If you can achieve the same trust with Janus, you’d have your perfect king again.”

Kinthor’s brows pulled downward.  “Make the son as submissive as the dad?”

“As trusting and loving toward you.  Isn’t that why you took him as your comfort slave?  To mold him?”

Kinthor grunted in consideration.  He wouldn’t admit he kept him because he hoped the boy was as sensitive as his father.  To have someone so sensual in his arms again was worth putting up with a snide attitude.

“You must conquer Sensicry all over again.  Conquest is what you’re best at, Kint.  And isn’t he a handsome thing?  Small, but just as radiant as the former king.”
Kinthor envisioned his naked body once more.  “Oh yes.”

“Make him surrender the way the ruler of his planet must.”

He nodded slowly as the idea warmed his middle.  “If he’d tried to charm me, he would have gotten the help he wanted.  He’s too distraught over what happened in his court to put his situation into perspective.”

“I’ll investigate things on Sensicry,” Rodin said, while making a note on his tablet.  “I think we’ve neglected this world.  It could implode on us.”

Kinthor nodded, but had already assumed Rodin would manage without his help.  His mind had moved on to the angry slave in his hands.

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Sunday, December 4, 2016

Roxy Katt Likes Finger's Breadth!

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Check out this really touching review of my queer/horror/erotic/SF/thriller Finger's Breadth by the one and only Roxy Katt.

And don't forget that Finger's Breath is available as both an ebook as well as an audiobook!

    


I love noir. I love noir movies. And I was pleasantly surprised by M. Christian’s Finger’s Breadth. Not that I was surprised that it was good, having already read and positively reviewed his Bionic Lover. But I did not think it would be this good. I was surprised to see a complex noir plot so deftly handled. Finger’s Breadth has a great many characters and different story lines in it, and it is difficult to write such a novel without putting the reader off. The risk is that just as one story line gets interesting, another one is picked up and the first line is awkwardly interrupted.

Not so with this book. M. Christian takes us through a gay San Francisco some time in the not too distant future where gay men are being tricked and attacked in an unusual way I will not discuss for fear of spoilers.

The plot is tense, the characters well drawn, and the suspense is strong. The text is certainly erotic, but for me the primary interest was in trying to decipher the mystery: what was going on, and who was doing it, and why. Also, the effects on the gay community add a deeper dimension to the book not usually present in a whodunit. A terrific read.

Friday, November 25, 2016

LOST & FOUND Now Available for Pre-order at 35% off!

Coming Dec 5 (but you can pre-order yours now--at 35% off thru Monday!): LOST & FOUND, my love story about how a dog brings two men together. 

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On a bright autumn day, Flynn Marlowe lost his best friend, a beagle named Barley, while out on a hike in Seattle’s Discovery Park.

On a cold winter day, Mac Bowersox found his best friend, a lost, scared, and emaciated beagle, on the streets of Seattle.

Two men. One dog. When Flynn and Mac meet by chance in a park the next summer, there’s a problem—who does Barley really belong to? Flynn wants him back, but he can see that Mac rescued him and loves him just as much as he does. Mac wants to keep the dog, and he can imagine how heartbreaking losing him would be—but that's just what Flynn experienced.

A “shared custody” compromise might be just the way to work things out. But will the arrangement be successful? Mac and Flynn are willing to try it—and along the way, they just might fall in love.

PRE-ORDER from Dreamspinner Press and save 35% through Monday, November 28!

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Where There's Smoke is now available! "Smoke" is the tenth book in the Men of Marionville collection.

When I wrote A Cat Named Hercules, which featured combined stories from those special felines who shared my life, I knew I had to write a story that included a special dog. I thought that dog would be Jett, but it turned out to be both Jett and Deuce. (That's Deuce on the cover.)

I hope you'll enjoy Where There's Smoke.

KC

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WHERE THERE’S SMOKE
Book #10 of the Men of Marionville series
Contemporary gay romance available at:

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Leon McNamee successfully worked his life plan to a good job, his own home, and the one thing he always wanted as a boy - a dog. He hasn’t had much luck in the relationship department, but in Smoke, he has all the company he usually needs.

Jeremy Cooke’s new plan is to stay clear of entanglements and not get hurt again. He moves to Marionville to start over and decides to rescue a damaged dog. After all, he’s well acquainted with abuse.

Leon and Jere get acquainted over their shared love of dogs, but Jeremy holds close his secrets. When an argument escalates, disaster strikes. Leon has to fight to save Jere’s dog - and the man’s trust. At the end of the day, his best ally is a black Labrador Retriever named Smoke.

EXCERPT

“Yeah, it’s like twice the size and population. I think people here are nicer, though.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I…had a bad relationship. Like, really bad. My bad judgment. I knew someone here, a relative of sorts, so I came here to… I guess start over.”

The flat tone of his voice spoke volumes. It was a hopeless defeat, a tiredness I’d never personally experienced. What tore at my heart was the total absence of any defiance.
I’d been bitter when Allan decided he didn’t like my dog enough to stay with me. Good riddance, I’d said. I’d been determined to put him behind me and move on - and I had. I sensed Jeremy had floundered on his way to ending the relationship. Maybe he still did.

Today wasn’t the day to pry further. Today was for building a friendship and finding possibilities.

I put my hand on his knee. “Are you sorry it ended?”

He stared at my hand but didn’t move away. “I’m sorry it began.”

I patted his knee. “Well, it’s Saturday. What should we do now? Take in a flick?”

“You’re nothing if not predictable, Leon. I knew you were going to suggest a movie some time before I let you drive me home.”

“Okay. No movie. You like boats?”

He leaned away and looked down his nose at me. “Seriously? You really can’t help yourself, can you? What’s wrong with sitting here and chilling out?”

“My dog is on a leash. My dog ate and will no doubt want to poop in public grass where kids play, and I won’t allow him to do his outside activities here. My dog needs to go home to his backyard, and then his crate for a nap.”

Jeremy straightened. “Good points. I guess you should take me and Mo home so you can get on with your day.”

I didn’t want to do that. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him for fear I’d never see him again. My instinct said he’d never call me, and if I called him, he might hesitate to answer. I showed my desperation.

“Do you like baseball?”

“Yeah, I do! It’s really cool Marionville is getting a double A team.” He narrowed his eyes. “What?”

I hung my head. “I don’t know a fucking thing about baseball.”

“So why the hell did you ask me if I liked it?”

“Would you like to hang out at my place and watch the game? You can teach me about it.”

He stared at me, lips slightly parted, an enigmatic expression in his eyes. “Do you like anything other besides dogs?”

“I like to ski.”

He glanced at the sky, and then looked at me. “Water or snow?”

I grinned at him. “Both.”

“Thank God. I’ve never been water skiing, but I’m pretty good on the slopes.”

“I didn’t know they had mountains in Peoria,” I quipped, still smiling.

He smirked at me. God, he was adorable when he wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes.

“When I was a mere lad, we spent every, and I mean every fucking Christmas at my grandfather’s place in Pennsylvania. I learned to ski. And you’re a smartass, Leon McNamee.”

“And you’re just too cute Jeremy Cooke.”

I didn’t actually think about it. Maybe if I had, I wouldn’t have done it.

I slipped my arm around his shoulders, leaned in, and kissed him.

He started and sucked in a quick breath. I’d never had anyone go so still in my arms. But he didn’t pull away. His lips trembled under mine, and yet he didn’t push us apart. I moved my lips over his in a soft caress and ended the kiss.


WHERE THERE’S SMOKE
Book #10 of the Men of Marionville series
Contemporary gay romance available at:

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www.allromanceebooks.com/product-wheretheressmoke-2158338-145.html

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