Saturday, May 23, 2009

Moments In Time
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-875-2 (Paperback)Genres: Anthology / Collections / Contemporary / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings / BDSM (Light) / Nostalgic Contemporary (World War II-Era) / Action / Adventure / Mystery / Ménage / Some Gay (M/M) Content / Exhibitionism / Public PlacesHeat Level: 3Length: Paperback (69k words / 192 paperback pages)
Description: Moments In Time will whisk you to a stately English home and identical twins who will never be parted even though one of them is dead, will provide you with a glimpse of WWII Britain through the eyes of a MI5 agent and an Italian pow, and will show you one woman's struggles in a rapidly changing world as she tries to honor the promise she made to her grandfather to keep the family business in operation. Previously available only in electronic format, these three steamy novellas of erotic romance have now been combined for a paperback edition! Included are the tales...

-- InseparableWhen Alison Palmer gets a job house-sitting Foxton Hall in England, she meets handsome Nick Berringford...and his deceased, identical twin brother, Nathan. Rumor has it Nathan's ghost not only haunts the bedroom where he died, but the ghost is gaining a reputation for making love to any woman who happens to sleep there. At first, Ali thinks she's having sexy dreams about the live twin, Nick, until Nathan introduces himself, and Ali realizes she's in love with both the ghost and his twin, and the trio soon become inseparable. But what will happen if Nick's bid to buy back the Hall succeeds? Will Nathan's unfinished business cause him to disappear out of their lives for good?
-- SabotageWhen the dark clouds of war began to roll across Europe in 1939, Pamela Bradley-Browning is given safe but essential war work as an assistant intelligence analyst at MI5. But a flurry of sabotage activity and a shortage of agents has Pamela posing as a member of the Women's Land Army with instructions to root out the bad guys. Pamela makes the mistake of falling in love with Corporal Bruno Sabatini, one of the Italian prisoners of war working on the same farm. She knows fraternizing with the enemy is a crime. But she's not too worried until she discovers Bruno's father owns an arms factory in Italy, appears to be pro-German, and Bruno is MI5's number one suspect as the saboteur. Desperate to clear the name of the man she loves before the police decide to wring a confession out of him, Pamela's in a race against time to unmask the real villain.
-- Proud MaryMary Bonelli promised Jamie McMahon she'd marry him when she grew up, but different career paths tore the lovers apart. Yet when Mary's grandfather dies and she returns home to save the family restaurant as she also promised, Jamie has to wonder...has she come back merely to honor her grandfather's request, or is she finally ready to keep the vow she made to him on the night of their high school prom? And once additional trouble arrives on Mary's doorstep, will she realize she can't fix everything herself, admitting she'll have to put pride in her pocket and finally accept help from the man she so desperately wants?

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Monday, May 11, 2009

New Release and What the Heck does "NEG UB2" Mean?

So yes, I was online, on one of those hook-up sites. And lest you think I was on there cruising, get your mind out of the gutter. I don’t really know if I’m ready to admit why I was on there, either to myself or to you, but let’s just call it a little social experiment.

One thing that will let you know I wasn’t online for naughty purposes was the dispassion I felt as paged through the site with its come-ons, its cries for help, its attempts at wit, and its leave-nothing-to-the-imagination photographs (or pics, I guess you would say…I really must get with the times one of these days!). Like the hopeful in A Chorus Line, I felt nothing. But this allowed me to view the site somewhat objectively and what stuck out to me and what really caught my eye—over and over again—was a little shorthand that many guys had chosen to include in their ads. This shorthand made this newly diagnosed HIV positive man feel excluded, hurt, and alone.

The term? NEG UB2.

So short, so to-the-point. So cutting. So cruel. It’s equally as bad as a few other key phrases designed to keep the “unworthy” at bay, phrases like “No fats” or “No fems”. But it’s NEG UB2 that really got to me.

Do the people who put that in their “what I’m looking for” realize how casually hurtful that phrase can be? Do they stop for a moment to consider that someone—or even many someones—out there reading this hateful little phrase may be newly diagnosed and struggling? Or maybe they’re not new to HIV or AIDS itself and came to this online community looking for a little love, a little companionship, and maybe a feeling of being included? Do they stop to think how very STUPID the phrase is? Not just in its cruelty, but also in the fact that if they think it’s some kind of magic phrase to screen out all potential suitors who are HIV positive, they’re using something that’s probably as effective as a condom full of holes? Just saying you’re negative and asking someone else to be the same way does not make it so.

Trust me, I know.

I also know that maybe, in their misguided, unthinking way, these guys are just looking to protect themselves from contracting a disease that may seriously impact the rest of their lives. Even though my doctor tells me that an HIV diagnosis no longer has to be viewed as a death sentence, it still is a life-changing illness, albeit one that’s not quite as life-threatening as it once was. If you don’t have it, you don’t want to get it.

Trust me, I know.

But even if you put that phrase in your profile as a means of self-protection, consider what you’re doing and how it might affect someone else online. Someone, like me, who already feels singled out and, in his worst moments, like damaged goods that no one will ever want again. That phrase makes my lowest moments plunge lower.

Whatever your intentions, ignorant, self-preservative, or just plain callous, consider this: you can make the same message without making someone feel so bad. By simply stating what you believe is your own status—healthy negative and would like to stay that way—is a gentler way of getting across the point: “I’d rather not get involved with someone who is HIV+ because of the risk.” And it’s certainly kinder than saying NEG UB2.

Or maybe—and here’s a radical notion—maybe you should just do away with phrases like NEG UB2 or a gentler variation and say nothing at all. Take your chances. Make your connections based on things other than someone’s medical history. There are ways to protect yourself. There are couples out there who are one half poz, one half neg…and they make it work.

And besides, if you’re looking for sex online, isn’t it wise to simply assume everyone is POZ? And then you can really protect yourself…rationally and thoughtfully.

The above excerpt is from main character, Ethan Schwartz's, blog, OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD OF POZ, which figures prominently in NEG UB2. I happen to agree with him.

What do you think?

Get your own copy of NEG UB2 here.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009



I always loved the HQ Presents stories that had a handsome, sexy Greek as the hero. And while one was nice, I hope you agree that two are even better...Like A Moth To The Flameby Christiane FranceISBN-13: 978-1-60272-514-0 (Electronic)Genres: Contemporary / Ménage (M/M/F) / Group Sex / Bisexual (M/M)Heat Level: 3Length: Novella (22k words) New from Christiane France, author of the Amber Heat best-sellers Double Delicious and Fast Forward......Ramona knew, for someone as sexually inexperienced as herself, falling in love with a heartbreaker like Ari Tarasios was a pretty stupid thing to do. Not only is Ari a client at the place where Ramona works, Ari is also a swinger who makes no secret of the fact he likes to swing both ways. What Ramona doesn't know, however, until Ari invites her over for a swim and dinner at his house, is that the sexy swinger likes to take his pleasures in triplicate--he enjoys to watch and be watched. And so does his equally handsome friend Darius Stewart. With her pride at stake, Ramona tries to mask her inexperience until she realizes she's in way over her head. All she can do now is either turn tail and run...or savor every single moment…Excerpt:Both men had removed their jackets and dress shirts to reveal the fact they woreplain white T-shirts underneath. As the music started, they slipped off theirshoes, laid their arms across one another's shoulders and began to dance. Atfirst, they yelled in Greek and moved their feet and bodies in the sametraditional dance movements Ramona had seen before on TV. But then the trackchanged to something slower and more seductive—the kind of music that sounded soraw, so elemental, and so downright basic, it sent shivers skipping downRamona's spine. She could imagine them in a cave in the mountains withflickering firelight throwing shadows on the walls. The animals would besleeping on one side, while the men danced on the other and the women watched.Later, with the hot blood pulsing in their veins, each man would claim one ofthe women and carry her off to a dark corner of the cave where they would spendthe night making wild passionate love.As Ramona continued to observe, the men's movements slowed to coordinate withthe music. Then, without missing a step or pausing for even a fraction of asecond, the T-shirts came off and they turned so they were face to face. The waythe two of them were looking at one another, their eyes hooded in concentrationand their gazes locked, while their bodies swayed in time to the music, gave theimpression they were lost in a world of their own. An impression that wasintensified a moment later as Ari drew Darius close and the two men embarked ona kiss that made Ramona catch her breath. A long kiss that involved mouths,tongues, and every emotion they possessed, and she thought would never stop.It was a kiss showing the depth of their love and their commitment to eachother in ways words never could. A love so deep and so true, she knew that,should it ever become necessary, each would lay down his life for the otherwithout a second thought.Ramona wasn't sure how she knew this, she just did. The fact they would sharesuch a beautiful and exquisite moment with her, an outsider, made her heart hurtand filled her eyes with tears. Oddly enough, though, she didn't feel like anoutsider…she knew instinctively this was something they'd deliberately set outto show her. They wanted her to know exactly who they were, how they felt—aboutthemselves, each other, and her, too. And what she could expect if she had thecourage to step inside their magic circle.But then the kiss ended and, again without missing a step, Ari turned Darius soDarius' butt was pressing against Ari's belly. As they continued to slow dance,Ari's long-fingered hands caressed his partner's chest, pausing to pinch theflat nipples, before dipping lower to touch him more intimately.Ramona had never before seen anything so erotic and just plain sexy in her wholelife. Late night movies had nothing on this. The sleepy feeling of earlier hadvanished completely, and she was on the edge of her seat, getting wetter andmore excited by the second. The atmosphere in the room was electric, but beforeshe had time to wonder what would happen next, they turned again so they werefacing one another and began to divest themselves of the rest of their clothing.Although the lighting in the room was fairly low, it was not so dim Ramonacouldn't see the sweat glistening on their bodies, the ripple of beautifullyhoned muscles just beneath the light, olive-toned skin, or the huge erectionsthat jutted forth from their slim physiques. They were the epitome of malebeauty—they belonged in a magazine spread or a contest, or-- She held her breathas Darius went down on his knees and inched Ari's legs apart before he began tostroke Ari's shaft and take it into his mouth.With his other hand, Darius squeezed Ari's balls, and Ramona watched the play ofemotions that skittered over their handsome faces. The serious, intent look wasgone now, replaced by half smiles and rapturous, cat-got-the-cream expressionsthat made Ramona feel more than a little jealous. Without taking her eyes offwhat the men were doing, she slid a hand beneath her dress and, unhampered bypanties, she opened her legs a little, just enough to allow the tip of herforefinger to touch her clit.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Lone by Rowan McBride

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Rowan McBride

Available May 3rd, 2009 from Amber Allure

ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-512-6 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-871-4 (Paperback)

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Seth Anderson has finally found sanctuary in Brier, Iowa. Even better, he's found Rafe: a strong, giant of a man who owns the town pool hall. Seth has never been so close to anyone. When he's asked to give a series of lectures in DC, it seems only natural that Rafe come along. But in a few surreal days, his true nature is exposed and he brings both their lives crashing down around them.

Because Seth is not only a werewolf; he's also something much, much worse.


Seth shoved his clothes into the suitcase he’d set on the table, his body shaking as he tried to keep quiet. Flashes of Rafe asking him to stop, of Rafe crying out, of Rafe being subjugated to his every desire played through his mind and body over and over. The dark side of him begged him to shift, to wake the human and relive this afternoon.

Bad Seth. Bad Seth. Bad Seth!

How could he have unleashed his pure Nightkin nature? On Rafe?

Rafe, who’d always done his best to protect him.

Rafe, who’d been kind.

Seth had dominated and humiliated the only man who’d ever been good to him.

And he wanted to do it again.

He snatched his suits from the closet and threw them into the case. Going back to Iowa was out of the question. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from Rafe. Arizona maybe. Or Maine.

“Little early to be packing, isn’t it? Being that we’re not leaving till Sunday.”

His hands stilled and he glanced at the bed as Rafe sat up. The muscles in the human’s tan, naked body worked with the movement, every line and curve highlighted by the setting sun. His black hair fell over his forehead, accenting his sapphire eyes. The wolf inside wanted to tear free.


Seth went to the dresser and pulled out the rest of his clothes. “You’re leaving on Sunday. I’m going now. Someplace far away from you.”

His face sober, Rafe stood and crossed to the table. “Just like that, huh?”

“Yes!” yelled Seth, the sound caught between a shout and a growl. Rafe jumped back, and it killed him to see it. To see Rafe, so big and strong, cower from him that way. “It’s what you want.”

“Is it what you want?”

Seth dumped his clothes into the suitcase. He hadn’t known how much he’d wanted Rafe to deny it until just now. “Yes.”

“Liar. A few hours ago you were practically begging me to… What was the word? Oh, yeah. Stay.”

He stiffened, accosted by more memories. “I hurt you. I bit you.”

Rafe ran a hand over the fresh mark on his chest. “I’ve seen you in action, Seth. You could have taken the whole damned muscle out of me if you’d wanted. Now that I’m calmer, it feels more like a love bite.”

A love bite? Disquieted by the words, Seth scratched himself behind his ear, trying to sort it out. He caught the cautious consideration in Rafe’s expression and slammed the suitcase shut. “It’s already started, hasn’t it? Everything I do, every move I make… you’re comparing it to a wolf, or a dog, aren’t you? Do you feel like you’ve been sleeping with a dirty little animal all this time?”

Rafe grabbed his shoulders and shoved him into a chair. “Sit down, Seth.”

Black rage rose up in him and he shot to his feet, even as he held the wolf at bay. “Did you just tell me to sit?”

He thrust Seth back into the chair. “Yes I did.”

Fear saturated the air, but Rafe’s face was grim, determined. What was going on? Unsure, and needing to know, Seth did as he was told.

Rafe paced the open area in front of him, looking like a wolf on the prowl. “You do a lot of weird damned things, Seth. Half the time you’re like some puppy left out in the rain, and the other half you’re like a hungry, wild wolf. The first I guess I’ve always seen, but I didn’t even know about the second until yesterday. So yes, I’ve been comparing you to both animals quite a bit, and it’s been freaking me out.”

Anger and bitterness nearly choked him. “You lied to me. You promised you would tell me when you wanted me to leave.”

He whirled around. “Shut up!”

Seth jumped and shut his mouth, stunned by his fury.

“I have never lied to you, but you’ve been lying to me since I fucking met you, so you don’t get to be self-righteous. Do you hear me?”