Wednesday, September 29, 2010

New Release: Delany's Catch

Author: Diana DeRicci
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Gay Erotic Romance/Shapeshifter/Werewolf
Length: Novella, 27,788 words, 78 pages PDF
ISBN: 978-1-936165-56-8
Release Date: September 29, 2010
Heat Level: Erotic
Warnings: Violence, Gay Male/Male

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Can love overcome the destructive force of an unnatural secret?
Alone since his boyfriend left him for another man, Jake Holiday has been working his bookstore, treading water, and keeping to himself. It was simple and uncomplicated.
Delany Coltrane changed that.
Turning a corner looking for an address, Del wasn’t expecting to find the hot guy hidden under the stack of boxes, but couldn’t regret needing to ask for directions. Not when Jake was his wolf’s mate, and too damn sexy to ignore even if he weren’t.
But with money problems and safety at the bookstore an issue, can Del and Jake find a middle ground to let their attraction flourish? Because trust is essential to share Del’s largest secret with Jake. A secret that encompasses not just Delany, but his whole family.


Del’s wolf was whining, wanting to comfort the man at Del’s side. Something was bothering his mate. He was nervous and unsure. Even Del could sense the tension radiating off of him now. Taking a slow breath in through his nose, he calmed his desire as much as he could. Time. He’d said he had it. Time to put his money where his mouth was. He wouldn’t push for more than Jake was willing to give. Though holding back was killing him.
Damn he wanted Jake Holiday.
They didn’t say much on the drive, both lost in their thoughts. He tapped the garage opener pinned above him on the visor and the door began to lift ahead of them.
“Nice house,” Jake said, eyeing the front of Del’s home, a suburban carbon copy of most of the homes in his area. Nothing fancy. Del lived alone, and for himself, he didn’t need much. It was more for the location than anything else. What Del needed was room to run and he had friends close by with open woodland, available to the free running of the wolf pack. He stopped thinking about it when the next obvious worry was how Jake would take his secret reared up on him.
“What do you have?” Evasion tactics deployed!
“An apartment. Nothing fancy.”
“Close to the store?”
“Yeah. How’d you guess?” Jake let his buckle snap loose, smiling congenially at Del.
“Just a good one.” Sliding from the pick-up, he waited for Jake, then hit the garage button when he stood at the access door. “Make yourself at home. There’s no one else but me and you.” Del wondered if Jake realized how he meant those words, that there’d never been any intimate male in the house with him. Friends and family? Couldn’t stop them. Lovers?
Just Jake.
Soon to be lover, he corrected himself. Del popped open the fridge. “Beer? Water?”
“Not right now. Thanks.”
“Sure.” Del opted for a bottle of water for himself. Spying Jake looking a little lost, he reached for a hand and tugged when he found skin. He came to rest easily on Del’s chest. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll go kick back on the couch.” Del ran his hands down Jake’s spine, stopping at the top of his ass. He’d been dying to get his hands on it, just to touch, shape, feel. Del knew he wouldn’t be able to stop with his hands though. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into those perfect globes, marking the firm skin with love bites, marking him as his. He let out a slow breath, determined to not accost Jake.
“Has anyone ever accused you of being overwhelming?” Jake slouched comfortably along Del’s frame with his arms loosely looped around his torso.
“Once or twice,” he answered. “Come on, sexy.” He led Jake to the living room, to toss him the remote once they stood in front of the TV. “Here. Be useful.”
He sat to unlace his boots, kicking them off with a sigh of pleasure. He wiggled his toes within his socks. “Much better.” He set them by the couch to find later, then scooted back. Palming a pillow, he settled it on his thigh. “Come here.” He patted the pillow. “Let me at least touch you.”

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Brothers of Hogg's Hollow by G.R. Richards

The Brothers Of Hogg's Hollow
by G. R. Richards
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-752-6 (Electronic)

To Fernando, family means everything. He works as the brawn of his big brother Gerry's decking business, and he lives with Gerry's family. Nothing in life could make him consider leaving his flesh and blood...except Malcolm.

Despite Gerry's rule against fraternizing with clients, Fernando can't hide his attraction to "Professor Hottie," the young classics instructor who put himself through school working in construction. When Gerry takes an impromptu vacation to save his marriage, he leaves Fernando to babysit the kids and the business.

Malcolm lends an expert hand around the jobsite and helps out around the house, but can he convince Fernando to leave his brother's home and build a life together?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Romantic Comedy / BDSM (Light) / Interracial / Multicultural
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (24k words)

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Read a short excerpt...
...Fernando tried to keep his head on straight as he explained the procedure, but Malcolm was an old hand. He didn’t require much instruction. While Fernando cut lengths of cedar to size, trying with all his willpower to keep his eyes off Malcolm’s surging biceps, Malcolm got to out his hammer and went at his task full force. Between cuts, he caught snippets of Malcolm singing, “I’d rather be a hammer than a nail,” and Fernando stored that away as pertinent information.

When the early-afternoon sun beamed penetrating rays into their skin, Malcolm stood at the base of his half-built stairs. Facing the house, he wrapped his fingers around the fabric at the base of his tank and pulled it slowly up and over his head. The muscles in his back writhed in conjunction as he mopped the sweat from his gleaming head before tucking the length of cotton into the back of his cargo pants. The sun shone on him from directly overhead, like it was blessing him from above. He was spotless in that pool of light. No mottled shadows from the leaves overhead or patchwork silhouettes of clouds in the blue, blue sky. Only Malcolm, his dark rippled flesh gleaming like ebony on show. Watching this scene, Fernando backed away from the circular saw. He knew he was way too distracted to operate machinery.

All this time, they hadn’t spoken to each other in any real sense—the circular saw prevented conversation, and maybe that was a blessing in disguise. If they’d had an opportunity to talk, Fernando was sure he’d slip and ask, “Why? Why the quick change? That first day, I went home fantasizing about you. You were nice to me. More than nice. After that, I was nobody to you. You stared at me from the upstairs window, but you wouldn’t even look me in the eye when you came outside to talk to Gerry. Did I do something wrong? Or do I scare you? And do you think about me when I’m not around? Because I think of you. I think of you all the time—I can barely concentrate on anything else but you. Working is nearly impossible when I know you’re inside looking out. Who am I to you?”

When he realized Malcolm had turned to face him, Fernando snapped himself out of his heart-wrenching reverie. Abs…abs…God, those abs!

“Do you want me, too?” Malcolm asked. Tossing his hammer spinning in the air, he reached out to grab the handle, but then second-guessed himself and recoiled. It fell to the dusty ground and he leaned down sheepishly to collect it.

Fernando was sure he hadn’t heard correctly, but his heart raced all the same. “Huh?”

“Do you want me to fix us some lunch?” he repeated.

Taking off his safety glasses, Fernando chuckled to himself and rubbed the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his T-shirt. He fully intended to accept, but instead found himself saying, “I usually just grab a burger and fries or whatever.”

Malcolm pressed his hammer end to end. “Well, I’m sure that goes a great length to explaining your iffy tummy. If you eat wretched foods every day, your body is bound to rebel. Let me prepare you a treat for the gustatory senses—do you like taboule?”

“Sure,” Fernando replied, though he didn’t recognize half the words in that sentence.

“These temperatures are baffling. We used to get snow in May, and now we’re into extreme heat alerts. It really is quite alarming.”

Fernando watched the subtle motion of Malcolm’s abdominal muscles as he spoke. “Yeah.”

“If you can spare me, I’d rather like to jump in the shower before I start on lunch,” he went on.

With a nod, Fernando gazed across the lower level joists. Gerry and Malcolm had settled on diagonal boards across the expanse, which meant innumerable measurements and cuts. No way he’d be able to concentrate intensely enough to get them right with Professor Hottie’s writhing muscles hijacking his attention. “Yeah, I’ve still got plenty to do out here.”

He put his safety glasses back on, but when Malcolm didn’t budge, he didn’t either. Standing behind the circular saw, he looked through scratched plastic lenses at the god with no shirt. Malcolm smiled, and he smiled back. How could he not smile in the face of brilliant eyes and gleaming flesh?

Without another word, Malcolm turned tail and headed up newly constructed stairs and across the plywood pathway set down across bare joists. When he’d pushed open the sliding glass door, he turned around yet again. The look in his eyes was intense but indecipherable. And then he ducked into the house and was consumed by darkness...

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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Rhea 41070, an Erotic SciFi Romance Novel by Linda Mooney


RHEA 41070

An Erotic Sci-Fi Romance Novel
by Linda Mooney
Now Available from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-838-3
(print) ISBN# 978-1-60313-947-2
Word Count: 64.1K

Bock Gammon was a freedom runner. A man with a space ship for hire. He had heard of Replacements and knew they existed, but he had never personally come across one. In fact, he found the whole idea repugnant--growing a living being specifically for the purpose of harvesting his body parts. So did the governments in many of the galaxies who declared Replacements illegal.

Which was why he was stunned to discover his latest assignment was to bring a Replacement to one of the wealthiest men in the Chatta Dul system. If he hadn't so desperately needed the money, he wouldn't have accepted the job.

It didn't take long for Bock to realize that Rhea 41070 wasn't just one-of-a-kind, she was also unlike any woman he had ever met. And the closer they got to the point of delivery, the more he knew he couldn't just walk away and leave her behind to be dissected. He had to somehow find a way to save her, despite the odds and hundreds of well-armed men awaiting their return.

Warning! Contains mutilation, idol worship, twisted old men, blackmail, apathy for human life, black market medicine, a shootout, a taste of the good life, and more gold than you can shake a stick at.

Friday, September 24, 2010

French Kiss by Sloane Taylor


Straight-laced children's author, Rachel Conklin, awakens on a deserted island wrapped in the arms of a sexy pirate. Convinced she's in a dream conjured from the pages of her breakout novel, Rachel casts her inhibitions to the wind. Guilt-free, she seduces the handsome sailor and rides the waves of passion.

Pediatrician Henri Bernier wasn't quite sure what to do with the sexy mermaid he'd pulled from the sea. Then she started kissing him and sent his libido soaring. Now the good doctor is ready to practice anything.

His mystery woman wiped mist from the cheval mirror. In the cleared glass, Henri caught her image. He stood in the bathroom doorway, frozen, staring at her through their shared reflection. She smiled at his shocked expression, probably enjoying the fact she had him at a disadvantage.

The bath towel dropped from her fingers, exposing her firm breasts. Her large, dark nipples drew him like a siren to the sea and his dick sprang to life. The desires to lave and suckle her flooded over him while his stiff cock demanded he bend her over and fuck her until he came.

Droplets glistened on the ringlets of her long hair, reflected by the late afternoon sun. Several beads gathered, then made a slow descent down her spine. He stood mesmerized by the rivulet, staring as it glided to the sleek curve of her hip, following it lower until it disappeared between her firm cheeks.

With her good hand, she pulled thick strands of wet hair off her back and draped it over a shoulder, exposing her delicate neck. She held his gaze and bent over at the waist, offering him a seductive view of her pink labia. In slow motion, she drew a pair of red panties up her legs, then did a little hip wiggle and tugged them into place.

The shiny panties caressed her rounded ass cheeks midway on her derrière, accenting the creamy bare skin and framing the lower portion. His hands itched to cup her, squeeze the firm muscles, but his arms were frozen at his sides.

The kissable white flesh rounded above legs that went on forever down to trim ankles and slender feet. He imagined those long limbs circling his waist, better yet, wrapped around his neck as he watched his cock slide in and out of her.

"Magnifique." The word slipped out hoarse as struggled for oxygen.

He walked closer, his movements dreamlike. The honey shampoo aroma filled his lungs when he finally reached her.

“You are beautiful.”

Merci, Henri.” A smile twitched her lips.

“Your wrist should be in the sling.” He held up the black cloth with his other hand.

“I agree, but there’s time for that later.”

She leaned into him and reached back for his free hand, hanging limp at his side, then laid it across her bare ribcage. Her smooth skin felt warm against his damp palm.

“I intended to hang it on the handle, but the door popped—”

“Henri, isn’t there something else you’d rather do right now than talk?”

His sex-engrossed brain finally registered her words. “Mai oui.”

He laid a soft kiss on her shoulder, nipping his way along the side of her neck until he reached the tender area behind her ear lobe. Her nipples pebbled with his gentle touch, encouraging him to explore more of her.

His fingers played across her abdomen, sending prickles of anticipation up his arm as they climbed higher. He cupped her breast, massaging the firm mound until soft moans slipped past her parted lips. The entire time he watched her reflection in the mirror while his thumb made slow, teasing circles around her areola.

She wrapped her warm fingers over his other hand and guided it across her body. The combination of soft skin and firm muscle was the most erotic sensation of his life.

Dieu, how he wanted to dip into her hot pussy, His cock, with drops of pre-cum seeping through the slit, demaded relief.

With shaking fingers, she guided his other hand lower until she stopped at the elastic band on her wet panties. He grazed the fabric across her mound and stopped, then moved his hand to her thigh and edged toward her nub. She wrapped her fingers around his forearm, encouraging him to travel beneath the thin cloth. Anxious to please, he glided his fingers under the damp fabric and into her wet hairs, searching for her clit. After a moment of teasing, he slid first one finger, then a second into her hot, wet channel and watched her expression turn to ecstasy.

“Come for me, ma petit.”

Her trembling body tensed. She clutched the basin rim, squeezing her thighs tightly around his hand, grinding her hips against him. Shivers coursed through her. Her whimpers turned to a scream of pleasure as she sprayed hot cum onto him. A unique feeling of joy settled in his heart.

He turned her limp frame in his arms, his fingertips skimming across her tender nipples. She melted against him, pressing her breasts into his chest hairs...


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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Finnish Fantasies by Sloane Taylor

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Being Maid of Honor in Finland over Midsummer’s Eve is supposed to be fun, but for jingle writer Kate Adams it’s a nightmare. Things go from bad to worse when her high-priced rental car dies on an endless ribbon of bone-dry country road. Help arrives in the form of a delicious-looking, blue-collar local who just might make it all worthwhile.

Rurik Jaacko knows better than to stop for the princess perched on the hood of a Mercedes. Hot women and expensive cars are trouble, but he’s a sucker for any damsel in distress. The last thing he expects is to play bellhop to the sensual American, and love every sizzling moment.

A rustic pig farm and a friend who isn’t combine with deception to create the backdrop for earthy passion and international fraud...


...With his hard-on raging, Rurik watched her nipples harden and peak through the thin knit shirt and wondered if was their heated exchange that excited her, or the fact he had taken control.

Women want to be dominated.

“There are times a man must take a stand with an unruly woman.” He caught her wrist and tugged her closer.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Color drained from her cheeks, but was that a sparkle in her eyes?

He stopped for a moment and thought about the consequences of his action. Either it would be a beautiful success or Kate would pack her bags right after she rang the police.

“Yes, today I would.” He dropped onto a birch stump and, with a quick yank, upended her over his knees. Her perfect ass across his lap was too tempting to stop.

“You’d better stop before it’s too late, buddy.” She turned her head and shot him a glare that could melt steel.

“It already is.” His palm came down with a resounding smack.

“Ouch.” She kicked her legs and wrestled beneath him.

He laid an arm over her shoulders to keep her in place, praying he had made the right decision.

“Rurik, you are so going to pay for this,” she wailed, startling the birds from the trees.

And he knew he would, right after he laid another open-palm swat on her firm ass.


She yelped at the contact, and he loved it. He may have been wrong about her being a spoiled, over-privileged woman, but a good spanking seemed in order to assert his authority. But then again, he had better run like hell when he finally let her up because she was going to murder him.

His hand came down again, not quite as hard, and lingered on her sexy rear, petting away the sting. He ran his fingers along the curve of her cheeks hidden under the tight denim shorts, wondering what his handprint would look like on her milky flesh. A stirring below his belt pressed against his fly, forcing him to shift unsuccessfully under her weight.

She wiggled against his cock, enhancing his torture, and he could not stifle the groan.

“Are you through beating me into submission?” Her words came out breathlessly, reminding him of how her lips had purred against his balls the night before.

“No. I do not think so.” His hand smacked solid on her ass, pleased with her shriek.

He grazed a finger under the ragged edge of her shorts, inching up the inside of her thigh, seeking the heat beneath her damp thong. He hooked the lacey strap and tugged, drawing it tight against her swollen labia, released it and yanked up again. Her soft gasp carried to him on a gentle breeze.

The scent of her arousal drifted up, encouraging him to please her. He glided closer to her folds, teasing along the way with light pinches to her flesh. His finger slipped inside and he smiled, pleased by her wetness. Her pussy flexed against him, clenching—relaxing, milking him, like her mouth had done to his cock.

“I think you like this, Kate.” He knew he did.

A whimper rose up like a caress, her hair tumbling free as she nodded.

He pulled out, then slid back in with two fingers, pressing firmer against her wall.

“Should I continue your torture or”— he continued massaging up and down, until she bucked against him. —“take you into the house and fuck you fast and hard?”

A soft gurgle washed her words away and his balls tightened...


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Sunday, September 5, 2010

Shine a Light by KC Kendricks

contemporary gay romance available at

After being viciously outed by his spiteful ex-lover, Van MacKenzie, fallen Hollywood and Broadway star, lands on stage in a small town community theatre - and in the arms of set designer Shane Hollister. Van knows his attraction to the talented young man could seal the fate of his career, but he can’t resist having a ‘summer thing’ while performing at The Globe. When an act of violence catches them unaware, Van recognizes the message was really meant for him. Walking away from Shane might be the smart thing to do to keep him safe.

Shane Hollister had established himself as a Broadway set designer before his father’s accident forced him to move home to St. Charles. Needing work, Shane accepts a job at The Globe. To his surprise, the small operation equals any big city production. When Donovan “Van” MacKenzie signs on for the new show, Shane grabs the chance to have a summer fling with his big screen idol, refusing to allow Van’s past to intrude.

Shane knows he has only one chance to catch a fallen star, and keep him for his own.

EXCERPT (explicit, from Van's point of view)

Shane sipped from his cup, then set his coffee down and turned to me, his eyes black in the low light. He grasped my jacket and slipped it off my shoulders, tossing it over the chair.

“The coffee can wait, Van. I can’t.”

His words were all that tiny spark inside me needed. My penis reacted, filling and swelling. I could have shouted with joy at the return of the familiar sensations. I reached for him, wanting to touch him. I slipped his coat off his shoulders and dropped it on top of mine, then our shirts flew in the same direction. Shane’s hands skimmed across my stubbly chest, a note of amusement in his low voice.

“Darn. You shaved.”

I palmed his brown nipples, and they pebbled under my touch. “I landed a twenty-minute speaking role in a made-for-television mystery. They asked me to go bare. It’s taken forever to grow back, but at least it doesn’t itch anymore.”

I hooked my fingers under his waistband and unsnapped his jeans while he yanked the zipper down. I tugged his pants off his hips. Dark and rosy, his cock sprang from a curly, dark nest. Cut, he was about seven-and-a-half inches, with a respectable girth. Pale veins showed beneath the smooth skin. I trailed my middle finger lightly down his length, smiling as his penis flexed up in response. I caressed the ridges of the little four-pack abs he sported, then ran my fingers through the patch of fur in the center of his chest.

“I like a little hair, too, babe, especially when it trails down to here.” My fingertips followed the dark line growing down his middle all the way to his bush. His cock lifted again. “Eager?”

“Scared, too. You’re Donovan MacKenzie. I don’t want to disappoint you.” Shane’s fingers brushed the bulge that snaked down my left thigh, still trapped by denim.

Touched by that confession, I gave him my own. “I don’t want you to be disappointed in me, either. This is me right now, not some Hollywood image that’s impossible to live up to.”

“I know.”

We moved at the same time, and whether I kissed him, or he kissed me, I didn’t know or care. His warm, coffee-flavored lips parted under mine. My senses reeled, hit by jolt after jolt of arousal as his soft, breathy sigh drew me in. He was like some live flame in my arms, with his heat and energy ready to be unleashed at my command. The memories of other lovers flickered and dimmed. His tentative eagerness reminded me he was only in his mid-twenties, maybe too young for my cynical attitude, even as it banished any thought of staying away from him because of his age.

Shane inhaled sharply and his tongue met mine in a lively dance of joyful discovery. I felt the laughter building in him, and we both grinned, which ended our kiss. He licked his smiling lips.


I was barely able force air into my lungs. “Wow? I was hoping for five stars.”

“Okay, Van. That was a five-star first kiss.”

Yes, it was, and I was a five-star fool for not walking away. I cupped the back of his head and kissed him again.

Shane’s arms snaked around my neck as his lips opened, and his tongue licked into mine. Back and forth, we tested and teased each other, unhurried in our promise of eventual release. I kissed his bristly cheek, sliding my lips along his jaw line. I tasted the saltiness of his skin as I licked my way to the flat, brown disc of his nipple. He sighed as I swirled my tongue over it, suckling when it peaked into a little hard nub. His strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me to the bed. I spun around, and still mired by our pants, we fell onto the mattress.

Shane twisted beneath me. I rolled off him, and our hands collided as we both attempted to push my jeans down. I groaned with relief as my erection lifted, freed from its cotton prison. His fingers closed around my shaft, rolling the foreskin back. My pelvis surged against him as arousal spiked through me. The breath clogged in my throat as the heat of his mouth enveloped me. His free hand slipped under my ass, a single finger teasing sensitive skin and pressing through the tight ring of muscle. My usual protest at being touched there by a lover I didn’t know well evaporated on the wave of fresh sweat that prickled over my skin.

I wiggled, trying to get my pants the rest of the way off, which had the inadvertent effect of aiding that busy finger beneath me. I moaned and squirmed harder. Shane smacked my hip as his gaze slammed into mine across the planes of my torso. Obedient, I stopped moving, and thinking. All that mattered were the building sensations increasing in my groin.

His slow hand and soft lips moved over me in tandem, deliberate in their purpose. I watched the rise and fall of his dark head taking my cock deep, then pulling back. Shane’s pink tongue flicked around the rim, over the glans, then he took me in again. Over and over he did that until my thighs tensed and my balls drew up close to my body. That finger inside me pressed deeper, and heat shot up my spine.

ISBN: 13-978-1-60272-648-2
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This title is also available in the paperback as part of the In the Limelight anthology, available at Amazon.

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