Friday, April 18, 2014

The Epiphany of Hunter Dixon

When it comes to emotional entanglements, Hunter Dixon is a runner. Someone would be out the door the minute the ‘LOVE’ word was spoken. ‘Don’t go building a dream castle for the two of us, and don’t go putting me on a pedestal; I’m not that much of a paragon of virtue,’ he would say. A killer in the world of high dollar real estate, his looks and personality keep his bank account full and his bed frequently populated. When he meets billionaire entrepreneur, Beauregard Medar, and his gorgeous limo driver, Patrick, Hunter’s world is turned upside down. Never before has he been the object of a loving male, and he rather enjoys the attention, but the truth is stranger than fiction, or so they say, and Hunter’s truth may prove to be his biggest obstacle.

Excerpt:
Thursdays were Hunter’s night at the gym. That was where he met Jimmy, the picture of pure eroticism with short blond hair, blue eyes, unblemished complexion, untied white sneaks, white socks, white chest protector properly fastened to protect the heart area but leaving the young man’s right nipple exposed, and pants and jock on the floor by his feet. Hunter was the only one in the locker room drying off from his after-workout shower when Jimmy entered. “One strange thing about sneakers. They feel so good on the feet when you first put them on and tie them up tight and they feel so good when you sit down and untie them later,” he said as he straddled the bench removing them.
Not one to be rude, Hunter replied, “That’s for sure.”
“Yep, and the same thing can be said for the jock. Feels real good when you first put it on and snug things up. Feels even better to me, though, when I take it off and let things hang loose.”
Hunter again agreed. “You can say that again.” He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist.
Jimmy noticed the effect he was having on Hunter and decided to play the cruising game to the hilt. He picked up his epee and began stroking it. “The one thing about fencing,” he continued, “is you have to be sure your weapon is protected with a good rubber tip. Don’t you agree?”
Hunter said “yes” wondering if this was leading somewhere or just idle bantering.
“Always got to protect the tips of weapons or you could kill someone or have someone kill you unwittingly. Me – I always protect my tip.” He licked his lips. “What about you? You protect your weapon?”
“Always, when I’m using it.”
“How about right now? It looks to me like you want to use it.”
Jimmy was right. Hunter did want to use it, and at the right time he would worship the man in his own erotic way, but for now he was following Jimmy’s lead, even though he was secretly managing his own seduction.

*****
As Hunter sat in his cubicle tweaking sales descriptions for the umpteenth time, the door to the office opened, letting in the muggy August heat. “Anybody here gay,” bellowed a voice from a tall, white-goateed man with a balding head and a walking stick.
“I am,” said Hunter rising from his desk. “My name is Hunter Dixon. How may I help you?”
“You’re man enough to admit it. Glad to see it. No one in any other agency I’ve visited today would openly admit it. My name is Beauregard Medar. My friends call me Beau. You may call me Mr. Medar.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Medar. How can I be of assistance?”
“I need a new home in the area.”
“What are you looking for?”
“Something fashionable, with well-landscaped gardens, fifteen to twenty rooms for overnight business guests and parties, an indoor pool, perhaps a ballroom or a huge dining room, maybe a portico, lots of parking, and under two million.”
“Only one property comes to mind. There’s a circular driveway, a former carriage house with an upstairs apartment, a pond, a stone gazebo, and a barn. The place has eighteen rooms, including a garden room, nearly all glass on three sides, and there are three separate fireplaces for cozy winter nights.”
On the way to the property, Hunter immediately noticed the limo driver. There was something about the man in his uniform that he found alluring. He had no exact idea why. He had made it before with people in uniforms – servicemen, medics, school crossing guards, dollar store clerks, a nurse in the hospital supply closet, and a rent-a-cop. But Patrick in his uniform excited Hunter unlike the others. Patrick looked hot, and Hunter, trying to imagine the two of them together, was coming up with numerous scenarios. He had found that closeted men were often the hottest of bedfellows. They really got into it because it happened so rarely. Scanning Patrick more closely, Hunter detected underneath the taut white shirt a well-muscled chest and abdomen, and biceps that stretched the material to the utmost. It was so form-fitting that he could see through the material that the main vein in each upper arm was popped. That vein, for some unknown reason, was a major turn-on for Hunter. He was willing to bet that Patrick had grown up on a farm doing chores. 

“The Epiphany of Hunter Dixon”, an erotic romance novel by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Google, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Apple, and Coffeetime Romance.  Also available in print from Amazon.  Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
 


Friday, April 11, 2014

The Cove



Young and idealistic, Jon and Dave meet by chance, their friendship growing stronger and leading them to a place neither has been before. Though theirs is a love forbidden, which few understand, they journey across the country together and settle in San Francisco, where they are finally free to be together as they were meant to be. When life takes an unexpected turn, however, the two young lovers are torn apart by a secret which, if unveiled, threatens to bring great shame to the family of one determined to keep them on the straight and narrow.

Excerpt:
We were lying in bed, deep beneath the blankets, cuddling and watching the secondhand TV with the bent rabbit ears we had rescued from the trash.

“Come here.”

He kissed me deeply and passionately as we held each other tightly.

We were a part of each other. Somewhere along the way we had become one.

“Have you ever felt this way before?” I asked.

“No. I’ve been in love before, but never like this.”

“Me either,” I said.

“Not even with Karen?” he asked.

“No, never like this. This is different.”

He lay there next to me, staring into my eyes. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. They were the happiest days of my life, being so young and alive and free, and helplessly in love with Jon.

*****
“I hear there are a lot of weirdoes in San Francisco. That’s where your apartment was, right?”

“Right off of Haight, near Ashbury. That’s where all the hippies used to hang out,” he chuckled.

“Aren’t there a lot of, you know, queers there too?”

Jon became uneasy, “I suppose.”

“Jon, just what are you two doing?”

“What do you mean, Mrs. Sharp?” The uneasiness was turning to dread.

“C’mon Jon, I saw you two in the van.”

“We were just playing around.”

“Kissing each other? Is that what you call playing around?” she continued. “Is that what you did all summer?” she said beginning to cry, “You were…like that? Is that what you want, everyone calling you a queer, a faggot?”

“It’s not like that, Mrs. Sharp…we love each other.”

“You can’t love each other like that, Jon. It’s sick. You’ll both burn in hell. You know his father will disown him. It will kill him to think he has a son like that. It will destroy both of you, and it will ruin your lives forever.” She continued, “If you really love him Jon, you won’t do this. You can still be friends, just not like that.”

“But I don’t have anyone left. I don’t have anywhere to go.”


 “The Cove”, a romance novel by D.T. Peterson, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance, Kobo, Google, Apple, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Pre-Order Sugar Rush by Leigh Ellwood (Lesbian Romance)

This June, my novella Sugar Rush launches with other lesbian romance stories under the Hot Pink line at Ellora's Cave! I am thrilled to announce that you can pre-order my story at the EC website, at Amazon Kindle, and Barnes and Noble!

About the Book
Available for Pre-order

Kindle ~ Barnes & Noble ~ Ellora's Cave


Baker Neve Rush is surprised to receive social media attention, both the good and bad varieties, after agreeing to bake a wedding cake for a lesbian couple. She cares about people’s tastes in pastries, not sexual partners. The newfound fame has gained her new customers—as well as one resurfaced ex. Gianna stirs up memories Neve would rather forget, and an impromptu flirtation with a client might just do the trick.

Judy Goldsmith finds Neve’s open-mindedness refreshing and attractive, and isn’t above a little scheming to get to know her better. As Neve and Judy satisfy each other’s sweet tooth in the most pleasurable ways possible, feelings begin to blossom. But their deepening attraction may not survive a little white lie…and an even bigger, darker secret.

A Romantica® GLBT erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Sugar Rush will be followed by Sugar High. If you're looking for a great lesbian romance, hope you enjoy it! 


Friday, April 4, 2014

Life Among the Nasties

NASTIES – it gives the hint of something horrible and yet they really are something quite beautiful. At the same time, the inverse is just as real. What is quite beautiful can end up being horrible.

Excerpt:
The death of a parent is hard on the soul, but it is an expected grief. The death of a child is ten times harder. The ashes I carried were the child to whom I gave the gift of life. Mature children should bury old parents and not the reverse. It goes against the laws of natural order. It makes no difference whether the child is two months old or thirty-four years. The pain and sorrow that burden my spirit are unfathomable, and having buried four parents and two children, I know there is no comparison on the depth of sorrow. My thoughts on the ride home from the cemetery dealt mainly with whether I should have known it would happen. What could I have done differently that would have changed this outcome? In my mind, I traced his entire life or at least the part where I was most involved with it.

Blaise always identified more strongly with males from as early as he could recall. His teen idols were the singers Fabian, Dion, Frankie Avalon, and Paul Anka. Connie Francis did nothing for him. Neither did Annette, even when she was a Mouseketeer. As a child, the only Mouseketeers that drew his attention were Bobby and Tommy.

In college, Blaise was assigned to off-campus housing with two other guys. Each had his own bedroom, and pretty much went their separate ways. Blaise’s way was finding and making friends with the swishiest guys he could find and getting them into bed. That was how he met Doug. He was as well built as Blaise, pretty straight acting, with a chest covered in sand-colored hair that Blaise loved to caress. It didn’t take long for some of the guys to figure out that they were more than roommates, though, and the hassling began, but this time Blaise fought back. Judo classes paid off and the warning went out not to mess with him, at least not one on one. Of course, there were religious student groups that were anti-homosexual and they had rallies and posted signs on bulletin boards advising that homosexuals should be shunned by God-fearing souls.

Doug and Blaise were together for over four years, and then Blaise came home early one day and there was Doug, in bed with a blond beach bum-type hitchhiker. Well, that blond was dressed and out the door in under five minutes, and Doug was out the next day. You don’t tug on Superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind, and you don’t pull Blaise’s chain. After the breakup, Blaise learned that Doug had cheated on him from day two and deceived him about his fidelity from day three. He was a regular denizen of adult bookstores and the bus terminal men’s room. If there was a tearoom within twenty-five miles, he knew about it from personal visits. The only thing amazing about the relationship was that he never contracted or gave Blaise a sexual disease.

It was evident that Blaise was not destined to be single. In a span of a few years, Scotty, then Marty, then Damian, and then Dan became a part of the family get-togethers. We liked all of them except Marty. He seemed to be a domineering personality, and we were rather relieved when the two of them split up. With Damian, both men seemed happy. They were even planning to build a house together. It probably would have been a lasting relationship if Damian’s job had not transferred him to the West Coast.

But life goes on, and Blaise met Dan Stone, a fellow teacher. Dan appeared the first day dressed to do the dirty work of arranging the room, lugging textbooks from storage, and creating initial day bulletin boards. He was wearing filthy Reeboks, old faded blue jeans and a sweatshirt, and he had no wedding band, not that Blaise checked for that on every male he met – only the hot ones.

From the moment they met, Blaise was truly happy again. The two educators enjoyed going to art galleries, theatre, and concerts together. When Blaise directed the high school play, Dan pitched in building the set and helping with the specialized make-up. They were a team, a true partnership in everything, total cooperation and commitment to each other.

It was just after the beginning of the following year when Dan began to complain about severe headaches and that he was getting tired easily. That was the beginning of something no one expected.

"Life Among the Nasties", a heartfelt story of love, bullying and forgiveness, by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Google, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, and Coffeetime Romance.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Reminder: Sex Sells - How To Write and Sell Erotica At Feelmore510 in Oakland, CA!

(from M.Christian's Classes And Appearances)

This is going to be an extra-special blast: I'm going to be teaching my very fun, and very entertaining (if I do say so myself) class on erotica writing, Sex Sells - How To Write and Sell Erotica, for the fantastic folks at Feelmore510, in Oakland, CA, on April 10th.

Here's the info - see you there!

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006YGDE6G/ref=cm_sw_su_dp


The market for erotic fiction and nonfiction is booming!

There actually is a secret to writing great erotica - and you'll discover just what that is in this fun, hands-on workshop with well-known erotica writer and teacher M.Christian. For the beginning writer, erotica can be the ideal place to begin writing, getting published, and - best of all - earning money. And for the experienced writer, erotica can be an excellent way to beef up your resume and hone your writing skills. M. Christian will review the varieties of personal and literary expression possible in this exciting and expanding field. He'll also teach you techniques for creating love and sex scenes that sizzle. Plus: current pay rates, how to write for a wide variety of erotic genres, where and how to submit your erotic writing, and more.

M.Christian is a remarkably prolific author and editor who works in a wide range of genres: from science fiction, horror, non-fiction, to erotica
$20
April 10th, 2014
7:00PM - 9:00Pm

Feelmore Adult Gallery
1703 Telegraph Ave
Oakland, CA 94612

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Mon Frere: Facing Our Fears

Ryland and Ryder are in danger…

Celebrating their 298th birthday, the Durand brothers are still at an impasse over their third, Dale Mooney, and the cause of their maker Gren DuMont’s death. As they battle personality clashes, Ryland and Ryder set out to slay Gren’s killer as well as conquer their own fears; Ryder’s fear of losing Ryland to Dale and Ryland’s fear of the unknown lurking around their safe haven in New Orleans.

With little help from the demon Valios, the twins travel to Paris to meet the murderer face to face but will their own insecurities impede their goal of slaying the killer? At this point they only have each other to rely on and the fate of all vampires lies in their hands.

All Romance     Smashwords


Together we stand, together we fall. I am your brother, always and forever.
Ryland tucked the card on the side of the bouquet he’d handpicked for their birthday dinner’s adornment and set it in the center of the table. He inhaled them one last time, enjoying the aroma of the freshly cut red roses. Now more than ever he enjoyed the simple pleasures in life, especially with Dale Mooney at his side. If only his brother would come around and take pleasure in life as he did.
“Ah, Ryder.” He fluffed out the flowers a little more. “I love you more than life itself. Why not enjoy our man as I have asked?” Ryland took one more whiff and headed for the kitchen to find his human lover busily preparing food for himself. “Mhmm, Dale, what are you cooking, my love? Smells scrumptious.” And it did, despite the fact Ryland had no need to consume anything mortals ate. Ryland sauntered into the next room, sliding behind his lover, wrapping his arms around his waist.
“Ohh shi−” Dale flinched at the touch and laughed, turning his head slightly to the side. He met Ryland’s gaze. “Baby, you gotta cut that out, huh? I’m real ticklish, I tell ya. At least wait until I get away from the oven.”
Dale’s southern accent warmed Ryland’s cold heart. Gently, he planted a kiss on Dale’s right shoulder. “I’ll do more than tickle you, lover. That is a guarantee.”
“Mhmm and I love when you do, sugah. Just broiling some fish, babe, with a little Cajun rice and veggies. Nothing too much, but I gotta stay healthy so I can give you all the blood you need.”
Ryland cocked an eyebrow, laying his head on the back of Dale’s neck. He sucked in a breath, enjoying Dale’s manly scent. Ryland winced, feeling his cock tent in his trousers and immediately he stepped back, cursing under his breath about his desires. As much as he wanted to take his lover up on the offer, he wasn’t sure he could control himself.
What if I turn him before he’s ready?
Ryland couldn’t bear to think of the consequences. The last thing he wanted was to take a chance on losing Dale again.
“Ry?” Dale spun around and threw the mitts on the neighboring counter. His wild blue eyes peered into Ryland’s. “What’s wrong, babe? I was feeling good with your cold body against my back, you know?” Dale flashed a smirky smile and held out his hands. “Come on back, babe. Wanna feel ya against me some more.”
Ryland returned the grin but didn’t move. “What am I, your personal air cooling unit?” He chuckled and folded his arms over his chest. “I knew you only wanted me for that; I knew it,” he chided. “And your own bodyguard so no one will hurt or rob you.”
Dale laughed and ran his slim fingers through his brown locks. “Ah, shut it, Ry. You know I want you for way more than that. And like I said, you need me too, so you won’t go killing folks as much anymore.”
Ryland’s smile once again faded, and he nibbled on his bottom lip until it hurt. He loved that Dale was concerned about him, but it still didn’t quell his fear of turning him too soon. “Sweetheart, I know what you said about me feeding on you, but I…I’m not sure I can control that yet. I might turn you…”
“So?” Dale stepped closer and cradled Ryland in his arms, planting a light kiss on Ryland’s lips. “I want that, babe. We been seeing one another like three months now, going on four. I mean, don’t you want me to be your eternal lover? No doubt, I wanna be yours.” Dale stroked Ryland’s hair, twirling the strands around his fingertips. “Don’t tell me you’re changing your mind.”
Ryland closed his eyes, loving the feel of Dale’s hands in his hair and underneath his shirt, caressing his cold flesh. “Of course not, lover. I refuse to turn you before it’s time. I don’t want it to be a situation where I need to or it is done in the heat of passion…at least not without your consent.”
“But you have it, Ry.” Dale cut him off with another kiss, forcing his tongue deep inside Ryland’s mouth. He shoved his hands down the back of Ryland’s pants, tightly squeezing his buttocks.
“Mmph.” Ryland relaxed into Dale’s embrace and grabbed onto his back through the denim shirt. His tongue tangled with Dale’s causing Ryland to become dizzy with lust. “You are my drug, you know that? I cannot resist you even if I tried.”
“And why would you want to?” Dale squeezed Ryland’s sides and moved his hands from inside Ryland’s pants. “Besides, I feel the same about you, babe. And by the way, when am I moving in? I mean, I love my older brother, but he’s starting to wear on my nerves, my man.”
Ryland wrapped his arms around Dale’s neck and leaned his forehead against Dale’s. “Soon. I need to make sure Ryder is perfectly okay with you taking residence here and that it is safe to do so. We have something to take care of first.”
Dale stepped back and cocked an eyebrow. “What, sugar? Damn, man, why won’t you tell me, hmm? I mean, I’m fully aware of just about every damn thing about you, so tell me about the danger Ryder talked about.”
Ryland sighed and moved away from Dale once again. Immediately he felt the loss of Dale’s warm body. “Lover, I want to be open with you, but I feel I need to keep this part secret. I don’t want you walking around scared or cause you to run away.”
Dale caught Ryland’s hand and pulled him in. “Babe, I told ya, nothing’s gonna make me run again, you hear? Now, whatever is wrong, we’re gonna fight it together, all three of us. And as far as that brother of yours, he needs to spend more time with us; that’s all. I mean, when we all made love together, I swear…” Dale smiled wickedly and gripped Ryland’s sides. “I ain’t never seen or felt anything like that in my life. I’m looking forward to being with both of you, even though, you’re all I need.”
Ryland nodded and allowed himself to fall into Dale’s clutches once again. He desperately wished there was a way to tell Dale about the soul sucker demon running around waiting to strike them down at any moment, but there was some things his mortal didn’t need to know.
And how did Dale know about any danger unless he overheard them talking about it or if Ryder mentioned something to him?
Despite Dale’s advances and sweet talk, Ryland wouldn’t give in or hand Dale any keys to the mansion yet; not until the demon had been slayed.

He would never forgive himself if he lost Dale because of his need to turn him, or the soul sucker’s desire to defeat him and his brother.

Check out the rest of the series here at ARe  

Thursday, March 27, 2014

New Gay BDSM Romance...


Dommissimma, 2 
When is a Dom not a Dom? When it stops him from being with the man he loves… 
Athol Donaldson has lost many people in his life—his lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth mourning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems intent on causing more trouble from beyond the grave. 
It forces Athol to seek out the one man he has never forgotten. 
Eden Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip through his fingers again. He lost him once, and as they're forced to pull together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl, their love for each other blossoms once more. 
Surely, being Doms doesn't mean they can't compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their final undoing?
Be Warned: m/m sex, BDSM

Excerpt:
Athol couldn't believe the rush of adrenalin that coursed through him. Every nerve end tingled. To know they just might be getting somewhere was so exhilarating, that one swipe of Edan's tongue anywhere on his body would make him come. Slight exaggeration, but not much. He swallowed and cleared his throat.
"Well we could do, but then seeing as I came up with the idea, do you want to go first?"
"Fuck first—talk later?" Edan smiled. "Sounds good. So strip. Stretch out on the bed and let's explore again."
That was jumping in with a vengeance. Was revisiting your first lover like riding a bicycle? Once done never forgotten? He'd soon find out.
Athol decided it felt strange to have Edan watching him as he undid his zipper and stroked it carefully down the sensitive skin of his prick. Edan's gaze was so intense, Athol's hands shook, as he held the metal away from his body. Foreskin in zipper teeth wasn't a good omen.
"You going to reciprocate?" Athol asked as he inched his jeans and boxers over his cock. The head glistened with pre cum, and Edan's indrawn breath told him more than words that the sight excited both of them.
"Who's the, ah fuck it, let’s just both ask and receive, eh?" Edan toed off his shoes and undid his belt buckle in a hurry. "Last one naked loses the next decision."
Athol laughed as his shoes caught in his jeans as he tried to remove the clothes and not the footwear. It wasn’t possible, so with a quick check of where Edan stood, he grinned and pushed Edan. Edan whooped and fell onto the bed with his denims around his ankles. He waved his legs in the air.
"Cheat."
"Yeah." Athol jumped and landed on the bed next to Edan. He rolled over and grabbed Edan to hold him close, and thrust his tongue in between Edan's parted lips.
This kiss was different. As Edan's male, musky, scent surrounded him Athol knew tears were close. He'd missed this man as if a limb had been severed. His man, his other half, was finally here with him.
But for how long? Athol pushed the thought away and concentrated on using his tongue to touch the inside of Edan's lips, and then stroke over the roof of Edan's mouth.
 Edan responded in an equally aggressive manner. His teeth grazed Athol's tongue and his lips sucked the flesh. Athol scrabbled for the waistband of Edan's half removed denims and shoved for all his worth, to get them away from Edan's body. In the back of his mind, he noticed Edan performed the same act with his, Athol's, jeans. How they managed without unlocking their lips Athol had no idea, and didn't care. All he desired was Edan naked and next to him.
Edan moved back, and the tiny few inches felt like the Grand Canyon with a force-eight gale to Athol.
"Shit, Ede, I need to feel you somehow. Make your mind up, for fuck's sake. What's going to happen next?" With a tremendous effort, Athol managed to shuck his shoes and jeans, thankful for the urge he'd had to go commando that morning.
"Bratty Dom." Edan gasped the words as his fingers fumbled with the hem of Athol's T-shirt. "Fuck, what's this stuck on?" He held Athol's T-shirt away from his torso.
"Hold on." Athol inched the material up and over his nipples. Edan's moan sent his cock into overdrive and his heart thudding. "Ah, you like?"
"Oh, I like." Edan ran his finger over the silver ring through Athol's right nipple. "How long have you had this?" He dipped his head and Athol about exploded as Edan circled the ring with his tongue and then tugged gently on it.
"Sh … er god, three, four, ah fuck, enough already. Let's do more. Condoms?"
"Con … Fuck, shit, and bollocks." Edan rolled onto his back and groaned.  His dick stood up long, hard and slicked with his pre-cum. "No, I've been celibate for so long they'd have shriveled up. You?"
Athol echoed the groan, and laughed softly. What he really wanted to do was cry and rail. Talk about serendipity—not. Was this his punishment for what happened all those years ago? Why on earth would he have thought he'd need rubbers? He'd been more concerned he might need a box to protect himself from a kick or a punch. "Don't talk daft. I'd forgotten what one looks like. Shit. Ah, well. Sixty-nine always was my favorite number. We're clean, and I trust you."
"And back." Edan shuffled round until his head nestled so close to Athol's cock Athol could feel his breath as it fanned over his heated skin. Athol grabbed Edan's ass and pulled him closer so he could put his lips on Edan's prick and give tiny little kisses along the length until he laved the head. With a mental sigh of pleasure, Athol pulled Edan's cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He enjoyed the salty taste, inhaled the musky male scent, and reveled in the moans and sighs Edan made.
A tug on his own cock sent his heartbeat racing, and his skin pricked with arousal. He closed his eyes to let himself sink deeper into those beautiful sensations. It was nigh on impossible to groan with pleasure with a mouth full of wet cock, but Athol knew his shudder of pleasure reverberated into Edan. He nuzzled his head further into Edan's groin and grasped his ass even tighter. Edan reciprocated and together they began the nips and sucks of loving each other.
It wouldn't last long. He wouldn't last long. Athol had no illusions that he wouldn't be able to stave his climax off. Nor did he want to. The climbing emotion, the increasing heat, the shuddering, juddering emotions, and taut skin, embraced him, and he let them flow through him. 

New Release by Zayne Michaels



Hard Habits, 1
Entering the small bar on the side of the highway, Remy didn’t harbor high expectations for the night, not until he notices the most gorgeous man in the place checking him out from across the room. Casual hookups in dark alleys aren’t his style, but he knows he’d be a fool to pass up such an opportunity. 
From the moment the blond beauty stepped into the room, Colt had to have him, even if just for the night. Their parking lot tryst gets off to a sizzling start, especially when Colt realizes the barfly enjoys a firmer hand. It’s just a one night stand, though. What does it matter if he can’t remember the man’s name? 
Unfortunately for him, it matters a lot to Remy, and Colt’s one-time fling is about to become much more than he expected.
Be Warned: m/m sex
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Excerpt:
Unfortunately, before he could reach the door, his toe caught on the leg of a barstool, and he stumbled a couple of steps before finding his balance. If that hadn’t been embarrassing enough, his misstep didn’t go unnoticed, either. Before he could make his getaway, the man he’d been drooling over for half an hour appeared in front of him, smirking as though he knew a secret but wouldn’t share.
“Whoa, easy.” He placed his massive hand in the center of Remy’s chest to stop him. “Do you have a ride? ’Cause I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.”
“No, I’m fine. I only had a beer, half a second one, and some foo-foo drink.” His heart beat too fast, and he felt a little lightheaded, but it didn’t have anything to do with the alcohol he’d consumed. “I’m okay, really. Thank you.”
“Maybe I should drive you home, just in case.”
“No, no, thank you.” He tried to sidestep, but the guy moved with him, cutting off his exit. “I promise I’m not drunk.”
“I believe you.” The cocky grin that stretched his lips only made Remy’s heart beat faster and his dick throb to the point of pain. “Maybe I just wanted to get you on your knees in the back of my truck.”
His eyes rounded, and the air whooshed out of his lungs in a sharp gasp. “I…I…” Remy didn’t know what to say, so he snapped his lips closed to stop his stammering.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stepping closer, crowding against him, the guy insinuated a hand between them and cupped Remy’s erection through his jeans. “I’ll take this as a firm yes.”
Remy’s heart crawled up into his throat, cutting off any reply he might have offered. Those deep, dark eyes mesmerized him, holding him captive to his own lust. Still unable to form intelligible words, he licked his lips and nodded toward the exit. He didn’t typically engage in one night stands or clandestine encounters in the back alley, and while they’d flirted some, he honestly hadn’t thought the guy was that interested.
Opportunities like this didn’t present themselves often, though, not in Remy’s experience, and he’d be an idiot to pretend he didn’t want it. So he said nothing as he was led by the elbow to the exit.
“I…” he croaked. Then he cleared his throat and added some bass to his voice in an attempt to sound more confident than he felt. “I still don’t know your name.”
“Does it matter?”
Remy shrugged. “I guess not.” He’d likely never see the guy again, so no, it didn’t really matter.
Neither of them spoke again as they hurried across the litter-strewn asphalt to the shadowy recess in the back corner of the parking lot. Approaching the jacked up Ford 4x4, his mysterious bar hookup swung him around, pushing him roughly against the side of the truck and pinning him in place with his muscled body.
Large, callused hands slid beneath the hem of his shirt and scraped along the expanse of his stomach to the waistband of his jeans. “Colton,” the guy growled in his ear. “You can call me Colt.” Then his mouth crashed down on Remy’s with heat and hunger.
Remy’s body lit up like the Las Vegas strip, and he opened readily, allowing Colt to thrust his tongue between his parted lips. The man didn’t just kiss, he consumed, and each confident stroke of his tongue over Remy’s felt like a promise of things to come. When the top button of his jeans popped open and Colt reached inside the denim to grasp Remy’s rigid cock, his world tilted on its axis and started to spin.
“I’ve never done anything like this.”
“It’s easy,” Colt teased. “I’ll show you.”
“I meant hooking up in a parking lot.”
“I know.” He scraped his teeth down the side of Remy’s neck and licked a wet path back up to his earlobe. “You talk too much.”
In the next heartbeat, Remy found himself pushed to his knees on the hard asphalt, staring up at Colt while his heart pounded painfully against his sternum. Though he anticipated what would happen next, the hard set of Colt’s jaw and the dominance in his stance still sent a ripple of electricity down his spine.

Monday, March 24, 2014

The Vampire's Kiss by Marie Medina


The Vampire's Kiss by Marie Medina
The Year of Stars, 3
Loxis lost his fated mate years ago, and he put aside all ideas of ever falling in love. He devoted his life to fighting demons and helping their victims to fill the void left in his heart. Everything changed when he was summoned to fight a demon and help rescue a young man named Hiroki. Loxis can’t fight his feelings for the damaged young man, but he fears scaring Hiroki with his desires.
Hiroki has finally emerged from a lifetime of pain and torture, and he wants nothing more than to share that life with the man who rescued him. Loxis treats Hiroki as if he is made of glass, though Hiroki knows he sees longing in Loxis’s eyes in unguarded moments. As they embark on a mission to Hiroki’s homeland, he vows that he is going to make the vampire acknowledge what is happening between them, no matter what he has to do.
Be Warned: m/m sex, rimming