Thursday, December 22, 2011

New Release! Together / Diana DeRicci (Christmas)

Title Together
Holiday 2011 Release #28
Author Diana DeRicci
ISBN# 978-1-60820-502-8 (ebook) $5.99
Release Date December 2011
Cover Artist Deana C. Jamroz

Isaac arrived home not expecting to find anything but his warm bed waiting for him in the dead of winter. A nearly frozen friend from his past brought with him a bad break-up, old memories best left forgotten and one particular problem he hadn't anticipated. An attraction that he just wasn't ready for. Not when faced with his friend's worst problems, it became a priority to help Shawn heal.

Shawn didn't know where to go when everything he'd been fighting for fell apart. Isaac was safe, far away from the worst reminders and lastly, the only person he could really trust. Shawn once had a crush on Isaac, but it was years ago before Isaac had left LA. A strong friendship had matured through the years since then, giving Shawn the strength to search for him now when he needed a friend.
Just when Isaac and Shawn are reaching a comfortable ground, challenges to their future bring decisions neither would have anticipated. Is Shawn still able to bend after a horrible break-up? Can Isaac trust after already being wounded by a previous lover?
Will either be able to accept that they could be stronger as three when they meet Quinn?

One thing they will learn is all things are possible together.

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“Okay, bend your knees a little more. That’s it.”
Isaac wasn’t as confident, but if Shawn said he was doing okay, he guessed he’d listen.
“We’ll start on the easy slopes and warm us both up.”
Isaac smiled, though it felt tight, doubting it hid his nervousness. “Sure you don’t want to just go ahead and knock out one of the harder slopes and let me watch from the bottom?” He eyed the snow ahead of them, all that white, and swallowed. It looked far less intimidating on the other side of his room window, or at the bottom of the lifts, or from anywhere but at the top.
“Nope. I told you I’d help you figure this out, and I will.” Shawn braced his poles, bending close to whisper into Isaac’s ear. “The best part is the hot tub tonight. Just remember that,” he purred. Then he had the balls to kiss Isaac’s cheek.
Isaac almost fell on his ass right then and there.
“Not fair,” he growled. The shiver that raced over him had absolutely nothing to do with the frigid temperatures.
Shawn’s laugh was carefree. He lowered his goggles. “Nice and easy, glide, and keep your knees bent like you were earlier. I’m right here for you.”
Isaac checked his poles, positioned his goggles and with a slow and stiff attempt, followed Shawn.
They’d practiced for over an hour that morning already, when Shawn had deemed him bunny slope ready. Isaac wasn’t so sure. One trip in the dark ages didn’t equate to a hell of a lot of experience for him.
Though watching Shawn’s fluid grace made up for a lot of his own misgivings. The man was incredible on skis. Lithe strength and flexibility. Isaac could even imagine Shawn slicing through the air, doing flips and three-sixties that would make many eat their hearts out. He’d have to ask if he knew those kinds of maneuvers.
He focused his attention forward and managed to change direction, whooshing out a breath as his body and his skis complied. Those trees looked a lot thicker and more painful than the snow.
Shawn glided up and steadied him with a firm hold. “You okay?” Shawn brought them both to a stop, raising his goggles to get a clear inspection of Isaac. “Remember you have to lean to turn, right? Use your ski edges.”
“Yeah. Just…” He couldn’t quite meet Shawn’s probing gaze. The only saving grace: He knew the cold rouging his cheeks hid his embarrassment. “My fault.”
Shawn reached up and lifted Isaac’s goggles, Shawn’s eyes sparkling with sunlight and mirth. “If you were thinking about my ass, then we’re both guilty.” His sexy mouth broadened into a huge grin. “And it feels so good to finally be able to even say that.”
Isaac barked a groaned laugh. “I know. And yes, utterly and completely guilty, but I promise to pay better attention to my feet and where I’m going.”
“Good man,” Shawn replied with total understanding. “You’re doing great, by the way. Just don’t zone out. There’s always a chance of something you’re not ready for.”
Isaac nodded and lowered his goggles. “Ready when you are.” Shawn did the same and pushed off to move at a crawl, looking over his shoulder, waiting for Isaac to follow him and catch up.
 The rest of the run went easily and without any more near misses. But it didn’t stop him from sneaking peeks at Shawn regardless.

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Thursday, December 15, 2011

New! CUT GLASS: JEWELS, BOOK 2 - RUBY, an erotic urban fantasy romance novel by Linda Mooney

Now Available!
Cut Glass: Jewels, Book 2 - Ruby
An erotic urban fantasy romance novel
by Linda Mooney

Forget everything you think you know about mass murderers and crimes of passion, because now you’re going to learn the truth. People don’t decide one day to go out and kill as many people as they can, or wake up one morning, grab the nearest shotgun or axe, and proceed to hack apart their loved ones. They do it because they’re infected with a jewel, a creature of intense beauty and danger. Once the jewel takes over a host’s body, that person dies, leaving the jewel in total control to thrive on fear and horror.

Cutler and David are reunited, and this time they will fight anyone who tries to separate them again. But when someone steals shards of defeated jewels, word is that an underground faction is trying to re-grow the deadly entities from those pieces. Cutler and David are assigned to help recover those shards before that can be accomplished. Because if they fail, the number of jewels will increase to where the delicate balance between lapies and demons will be compromised.

After which the wholesale slaughter of mankind will be imminent.

Warning: Contains strenuous hiking, shower sex, a traitor, Strychnine poisoning, a secret apartment, bell jars, emotional torture, slaughter in a hospital, and a job offer he can't refuse.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

New Release: In Teddy's Arms by K.M. Mahoney

Now Available at Total-E-Bound

Everything Teddy has ever wanted is right in front of him, if only he can find the courage to reach out and take it.

Teddy should really know better than to agree to one of Pierce’s "great ideas," but he’s never found it easy to say no to his best friend. Which is why he finds himself on the middle of a snow-covered road, heading into the mountains to spend the Christmas holiday in a rental cabin. And, like always, Pierce’s great plan backfires. The cabin is a dump, it’s freezing outside – and then comes the snowstorm.

Pierce isn’t sure how he’s going to handle an entire weekend trapped with Teddy. Sure, the guy is his best friend, but tell that to Pierce’s body. It’s getting harder and hard to keep his hands to himself.

Teddy doesn’t think Pierce is interested in his nerdy best friend. Pierce doesn’t think he’s good enough for Teddy. But the fire’s blazing, the wind is howling, and it’s time for some changes.


"Are you sure about this?"

"Teddy, ask me that again, and I’m going to pull this car over and toss you into a snow drift."

Teddy sat back, crossed his arms over his chest, and huffed. "Sheesh, cranky much?"

Pierce rolled his eyes. For a second, he entertained the lovely image that the steering wheel he was gripping so tightly was, in fact, Teddy’s neck. "The first three times you asked that question, I answered. The next six times, I ignored you. You’ve now moved beyond that and are into obnoxiously irritating. Stow it."

Silence enveloped the interior of the car for several long moments. Then Teddy mumbled, "Sorry."

Pierce grinned. That was his Teddy. He never could stay at odds with anyone for very long.

"Turn right in one-point-two miles," the GPS system stated in a dull, broken monotone.

"Thank God." Pierce nearly whooped. "I think we’re getting close." He turned where the small navigation map on his dashboard indicated. The bottom of their battered sedan scraped ominously over the snow-covered gravel.

All right, so maybe Teddy had a point. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea Pierce had ever had. But it was a little bit too late to back out now. No way in hell was Pierce driving back down this mountain in the dark.

"I don’t see anything," Teddy said, sounding doubtful. He chewed on his fingernail, expression nervous, eyes fastened on the darkening woods surrounding the small road.

"It’s up here. Somewhere." Damn. That hadn’t come out as reassuring as Pierce had hoped.

The GPS remained unhelpfully silent as the car bumped its way along. Twilight was quickly turning into night. The looming pines closing in on all sides didn’t help, deepening the gloom. They were truly in the middle of nowhere, no streetlights, no sidewalks, the roads rough. Hell, there wasn’t even a McDonald’s. Civilisation was most definitely far behind them.

At the moment, Pierce would have gladly traded his stupid GPS system for just one tacky strand of twinkling Christmas lights. Anything to suggest they weren’t lost in the mountains. And why the hell was it so dark out here?

The cabin practically jumped out at them. Pierce rounded a curve and slammed on the brakes. His heart thumped madly as he studied the battered porch steps, dangerously close to his front bumper. Beside him, Teddy let out a belated squeak of alarm.

"Destination in five hundred feet," the GPS chimed.

"Now it tells me." Pierce scowled fiercely and stabbed the ‘off’ button on the obnoxious little box. "Worthless piece of shit."

Teddy had stopped staring at the scenery and was now eying the cabin with trepidation. Pierce had to admit it didn’t look like much. The porch was a bit wonky, the wood siding faded in spots, peeling in others. Dark and tiny, it bore a disturbing resemblance to something from a horror film.

"Maybe the inside is nicer," Pierce declared.

Amazing, how loudly Teddy could project his doubt without saying a word.

"It’s a true gift, that," Pierce said.

"Say what? Never mind. I guess we better unload." Teddy added a resigned sigh, "But if it’s this bad on the inside, we’re finding a hotel tomorrow."

Pierce almost asked how they would pay for it, then bit his tongue. Teddy would probably decide to sleep in the car. Then he would freeze to death in the middle of the night and Pierce would have to explain to Teddy’s parents how he let their son turn into a nice, hard, ice-coated statue.

Pierce shook his head to dislodge his stupid ramblings and climbed out of the car. He took a minute to stretch the kinks out of his back because, damn, that had been a long trip.

Using the remote to pop the trunk, Pierce hauled out his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. He shivered in the cold and grabbed his coat from the back seat. He should probably put it on, but he'd be inside in a minute.

He waded through the drifts piled against the porch. It took him a minute of fruitless searching before he realised the first step was busted. He could move his foot around in the six inch layer of snow and never find it because it simply wasn’t there.

"Watch the steps," he called over his shoulder.

Teddy started muttering again. Pierce ignored what he knew were complaints and cautiously mounted the steps. He stuck the key the rental agent had given him into the lock. The door swung on creaking hinges before he could turn the key.

"Okay, not exactly the best sign," Pierce said to himself. He pushed the door the rest of the way open, anyway. The room was dark and the musty smell made his nose tingle. The cabin was also cold, nearly as bad as outside.

Pierce felt around the wall and found the switch. It clicked on and dim light flooded the space. Relief swamped him. The glow from the single bulb didn’t quite chase all the shadows away, but hey, they had electricity. At the moment, Pierce wasn’t going to take anything for granted.

Then he surveyed the room and groaned. "Teddy’s gonna hate it."

"Hate what?"

Pierce jumped and whirled around, facing his best friend with his biggest fake smile. "Nothing, it’s great. Warm and cosy. All we need is that fake tree I packed and we’re good to go."

Teddy stared at him with solemn brown eyes. "You’re a horrible liar."

"Not true, I’m a magnificent liar." Just not to Teddy. That’s what happened when you knew someone since kindergarten. Teddy knew all Pierce’s tricks.

Teddy just kept staring. "There are spiders, aren’t there?" he asked soberly.

"It’s too cold for spiders. Come on, let’s explore."

Teddy entered the room gingerly, as if Freddy Krueger was going to come jumping around the corner and start hacking away.

Pierce slung his duffel in the corner and planted his hands on his hips. "First thing, we need to make a fire."

"Do you even know how?"

"Sure," Pierce said with false confidence. "The rental agent said we can find wood on the back porch. I’ll get started."

"If there’s no water, I’m going to smother you in your sleep," Teddy said.

K.M. Mahoney


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Excerpt: Surrender Love - Kayelle Allen

Surrender Love
Luc Saint-Cyr & Izzorah Ceeow

Genre: M/M Erotic SciFi Romance
Heat Level: PG13=extreme cuddling, tenderness, and the seduction of a virgin who knows exactly what he wants
2010 EPIC Award Winner - Erotic SciFi Romance

Video: Link to "Luc and Izzorah as Cats" follows excerpt. Rated OMG for cuteness.

Surrender Love
Not rebound, payback, loneliness, or great sex, and far beyond love. This is surrender.

In the beds of countless lovers, the immortal Luc Saint-Cyr has been mastered as well as master, commanded as well as commander. When his mortal lover leaves him, the distraught Luc withdraws and devotes himself to work. His entertainment company throws a ceremony for their most successful rock group, and Luc meets drummer Izzorah "Rah" Ceeow, one of the feline Kin race. Rah's dark hair and velvety, golden furskin captivate Luc. Pert cat's ears and a quick smile lighten his mood, and one look into Rah's emerald eyes, deep and tranquil as a forest pool, and troubles cease.

He suspects the mid-twenties male is a virgin, and Luc, fascinated by Rah’s quiet serenity and lack of guile, longs for a deeper, closer relationship. Savoring Rah’s surrender will be as delicious as taking him. Luc will force nothing. Rah will give himself to Luc when he's ready to surrender his innocence, to capitulate every part of himself to Luc’s command. Rah will open himself and let himself be taken. Luc’s anticipation and desire are palpable; as real as his hunger for faithful, unconditional love. But to gain Rah, how much of himself is Luc willing to surrender?
Setting up the scene: This is the morning after Luc and Rah's first time together, and Luc is preparing to go to work for the day. Kosset is one of Luc's love names for Izzorah, and means "treasure, or ultimate luxury."
Luc dipped a razor under the faucet and grinned at his reflection. You've still got it, old man. He'd made love to Izzorah all night, taking his own pleasure only twice. Seeing his kosset writhe and moan had been worth the wait. Tonight is another story. Tonight I take him beyond oral sex and hand play. He whistled while he finished his morning shave.

Izzorah appeared behind him in the reflection, knuckling his eyes.

"Good morning, love." Luc turned. "Did I wake you?"

He shook his head, yawning, and stretched, arms over his head. "Ow." He winced and rubbed his left arm.

"Let me see." Luc took his arm in both hands. The evidence of his injury was now no more than a pink line. He released him. "You're almost healed."

"See?" Izzorah flexed his arm. "I'm a little tender. I won't need two months off. I'm almost good as new."

"You think so now, but wait till you start drumming again. The nanobots your doctor gave you do a good job healing muscle, but your body has to put all the nerve endings back and reteach itself how to work. It takes longer than you think. The fine movements and motor skills take time to relearn."

"Oh." Izzorah stared at his arm for a moment, shrugged, and gave Luc a smile bright as the morning sunshine coming through the windows. "If you say so."

He slid a finger down Izzorah's nose. "Trust me."

The Kin wrapped his arms around Luc's waist, head back to look up at him. "I do."

"Good." He kissed his lover and stroked the fingers of both hands down Izzorah's face. "I have plans for you tonight."

A dark blush stole across his cheeks, ears forward. "You do?"

"Oh, yes." Luc curled a knuckle beneath Izzorah's chin, smiling. "You're such a pleasure to teach. I can't wait to get you alone. After dinner, the two of us are going to spend time exploring one another's fantasies."

"Uh --" His cheeks turned a deeper peach. "You mean…talking about sex? Like you made me do last night?"

He broke into a chuckle. "Was it that painful?"

He wrinkled his nose. "I spent my whole life hiding. It's hard to start talking now. Sex was a forbidden subject."

He raised one brow. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Izzorah, but isn't one of the 'traditional' greetings between Kin, 'How's sex been lately?'"

He covered his fangs as he laughed. "Yes. But that's male-female sex. Not the kind I wanted to talk about."

"Ah." Luc kissed him on the forehead. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He slid both hands into Izzorah's hair, holding him while they kissed. As it ended, Luc set a soft kiss on each eyelid and cheek.

"I love kissing with you." Izzorah rubbed his face against Luc's hand. "You do it so perfect."

"Thank you." He kissed him on the nose. "We'll practice more tonight."

Izzorah leaned his cheek against Luc's hand like a cat begging to be petted. "Good."

He tugged on the Kin's right ear. "Rule number one. Never rush through a kiss to get to the 'good part.' It's all good. Two, use your passion for enjoyment and not to dominate your lover. Well" -- he shrugged -- "unless both agree. Being dominated can be good."

Izzorah shivered.

"Are you cold?" Luc wrapped his arms around Izzorah and cuddled him against his chest.

"I love your voice. It reaches right down inside me. When you talk, it makes me all shivery."

Luc frowned, mouth set against the top of Izzorah's head. "Really?"

He nodded, tilted back his head, and looked up. "I think I'd like being dominated by you."

A dark smile swept over Luc. "Mmm, kosset. I can work with that."

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Genre:  Erotic M/M Science Fiction Romance, GLBT, Multicultural, Interracial, Action Adventure
ISBN: 978-1-59632-874-7
Cover art by Anne Cain
Video Link: Luc and Rah as Cats

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Stacy & Levi - Contemporary gay romance

When Stacy James broke his own rules about minding his own business, he landed in the hot seat with Levi Wright - six-feet of blue-eyed trouble more than willing to fan the flames. Sometimes, you learn to like the heat.

Shining Victory and No One But You
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Shining Victory
m/m contemporary
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Stacy James survived a life-shattering accusation to become a successful businessman with a lot to offer a partner. He's finally put his ghosts to rest, and is ready for someone in his life, if the right man comes along.

Young and wild, ace mechanic Levi Wright builds engines made for speed. When Levi's volatile temper lands him nose-to-nose with trouble, Stacy ignores his own rules and steps in to save Levi from making a big mistake. But Stacy can't ignore Levi's smoldering sexuality as the younger man then pursues him.

And Levi has made it clear he's out to get his man.


My young companion held the door for me as we entered the pub, stepping into a quiet, smoke-filled room. The pool table just inside the door was free.

“Rack ’em, Levi. Will a draft be okay?”

He nodded as he deftly arranged the balls for the first strike. I paid for the beers and selected a cue. My own stick lay tucked in its case in the trunk of the Corvette, but I didn’t want to appear showoff-ish to Levi. The car already pushed that envelope far enough. Levi tossed a coin in the air.

“Call it!”

“Heads.” The quarter landed heads up. I lined up for the break and popped it.
As luck would have it, the twelve and the fifteen balls dropped into the pockets. Levi glanced slyly at me from under his lashes.

“That means you have to get all the striped balls in the pockets before you can hit the little black ball in, Stacy James.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and ran the highballs.

“Eight in the side.” I tapped the hole I would shoot for with the cue, then drove the little black ball home. “Rack ’em, again, if you dare,” I challenged him.

Levi set up the table again while I sipped my beer. Something simmered just under the surface of his flushed skin. I moved to break and his hand covered mine. Our gazes locked for several seconds. He squeezed my fingers, and I released the cue.

“My turn, old man.”

“Okay, puppy. Show me what you can do.”

Levi lined up and made the break. The three ball dropped in the pocket. He surveyed the table and tapped a pocket. “One ball.”

The one dropped and he tapped another hole. “Two ball.”

Again, the ball dropped.

“Four in the far corner.” Levi tapped the cue ball. It bounced off the side and hit the four. The ball dropped.

I perched on a bar stool and watched him run the table, in order, until he missed the ten. He moved with effortless grace, cool and focused on the shots. I did my best not to stare at his ass, or the bump at the base of his zipper. When he missed the ten by scant centimeters, I spoke.

“Set it up and try it again.”

Levi nodded and reset the shot. This time, the ten dropped. He finished the table and tossed the cue stick on the vanquished field of play. I handed him his draft. He leaned against the bar and downed a few swallows. His burning gaze never left mine.

“So, Stacy James. Your place or mine?”

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Lovers Stacy James and Levi Wright keep their relationship hot and spicy by enjoying the little things in life. Levi welcomes Stacy home from a business trip by delighting his partner with a quick trick in the men’s room of a local pool hall. An offhand comment by a stranger cools Stacy’s ardor, and sets in motion a chain reaction that rocks the very foundation of Levi’s world. He’s never cheated on Stacy, but Stacy has sudden doubts.

On his own, Levi is tested in his discoveries – about Stacy, their relationship, and about the kind of man he wants to be. One thing he knows for certain. He’s not losing Stacy over a careless whisper that isn’t true, but will the only man he’ll ever love forgive his angry words?

Stacy made the worst mistake of his life telling his lover to find another place to sleep. Levi might be younger, but he’s a man, with a man’s pride. Stacy draws on all his experience to walk a road full of detours and pitfalls to meet Levi halfway, and bring him home. Because for Stacy, there’s no one but Levi.


“Can you just let go of your notion that I’m missing out on life? I don’t feel like I am.”

“Okay. But here’s the thing, Levi. I want…”

“Just stop. I love you.”

To my utter shock, Stacy grabbed both my wrists, his powerful grip tight enough to bruise. His gaze bored into mine, freezing me cold.

“You stop, Levi. You listen, just this once. You’re so afraid I’ll be pissed if I see you get a hard-on for some other guy, you run from me when I want to talk about it. Do you think that in five years I’ve never seen another man that gave me a little tingle? It happens to everyone, lover. It’s not something to be ashamed of.”

My voice didn’t want to work. “I’m not you.”

“No, you’re not. I’ve never cheated on you, Levi.” He looked at me for the longest moments of my life, his eyes gone black with some emotion I had no name for.

I knew. I knew.

"I heard what the bartender said the other night. You need to know that if it ever happens, and you trick some guy, you don’t need to keep it from me. I expect you to first, be safe, and second, to tell me so we can be more careful.”

Ice water tossed in my face would not have chilled me more than his words.

"What the fuck is going on here, Stacy? I've never cheated on you. Never. And I'm not starting now."

“Levi, we've been together a long time, and as a couple, we've enjoyed unprotected sex for quite a while now. Do I need to be concerned?"

A fine trembling seized my body. This conversation was out of control, the potential for disaster increasing by the second. My stomach clenched in on itself until I fought back the dry heaves. The world spiraled around me, going black at the edges. I broke free of his hands.

"I love you. I never cheat on you. And yet you sit there and ask me if it's possible I could have given you the clap - or something worse? Maybe I should be the one worrying! And you have to do it here? You motherfucker! I have to go in there and work!" I choked, unable to breathe. "I never…"

Stacy's arms came around me. I shoved him away, holding him at bay. The words came as I managed a deep breath. Horrible words that I couldn’t stop from pouring out of me in my anger and pain that he didn’t know me well enough to believe how much I loved him.

“Why don’t you go get a fucking blood test since you can’t trust me! Now you listen to me. You decide whether or not you love me enough to have me hang around, because if I’ve gotten a little old for you, you should tell me. I’ll step aside so you can go find yourself another sixteen year old!”

He drew back like I’d struck him, which I had. I’d lashed out, hitting him with the most damaging words I owned. He’d been falsely accused of having sex with a sixteen-year-old boy when he was twenty. The boy had lied – Stacy hadn’t touched him – but the accusation had almost ruined Stacy’s life. The pain lingered, and I, who loved him so much, knew the wound lingered in him, unhealed at its deepest point.

And I used it against him.

I reached for him and this time he batted my hands away.

“I’m sorry, Stace. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“You said it, so you did mean it. Now get out of the car. I can’t be with you right now.”

My stomach roiled. “Stacy, please. We need to go back home and talk this out.”
He refused to look at me. The cold rage in his voice didn’t completely disguise the hurt.

“No, we don’t. Going home won’t fix this, Levi. I need some time alone. Do us both a favor and find someplace else to sleep.”

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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Give Me One Night by KC Kendricks

Contemporary gay romance


When passion changes the rules, one more night can alter the future...

Brody O’Connor joins the revelry of the yearly pub crawl, hunting a like-minded man for a night of fun and frolic with no strings attached. When a mystery man in an emerald green shirt engages Brody’s interest, it doesn’t take long for the hunter to become the prey.

Well-matched with his mystery man, Brody regrets his "no strings" approach to a night of shared passion that leaves him hungry for more. The morning after, Evan is gone, as agreed. Brody knows it was a mistake to let him go, and vows to find him.

Evan also never expected to meet someone like Brody. Now Brody wants to change the rules, and Evan decides he’ll give Brody one more night to convince him to stay.
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Evan's thighs trembled under my hands as I teased his cock with lazy flicks and slow licks. He remained still, kneeling on the bed in front me, silvered by the weak light that filtered through the drapes. I took my time learning what he liked. Light pressure against the flat mushroom of the glans, a slower stroke as I pulled back, faster as I took him in. He vibrated, as if he moaned, but no sound reached my ears until he pulled away. I ran my hands over his skin.

“Oh, God. Enough.”

Enough? I’d just gotten started on him. I tickled his balls. They drew up, tight to his body. He grinned at me.

“Stretch out, Brody. Get comfy.”

I shivered as I moved to do his bidding, kicking bedding out of the way as I sprawled back on the pillows. Evan followed, pressing me down into the mattress with the weight of his body topping mine. His mouth covered mine, stealing my breath. The heat in my belly coiled tight, like a spring, waiting. The blood in my veins sang as he kissed me, drew me out of myself and into him. The sweet ache, the mystery of what made his touch so special, consumed me.

His hands were busy as he laved my lips with his tongue. I heard the sound of a foil packet tearing. Adrenaline surged through me at the sound, the leading edge surprise. Not ready to allow him to penetrate me, I bucked against him. He grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the bed with easy strength. “Be still, Brody. Trust me.”

His grip eased. I jerked my hands free and shoved him.

Evan knocked me back to the pillows and urged me to lie still again. His fingers closed around my aching cock, and his dark head bowed over me. The searing heat of his mouth ripped an unwilling moan from my chest. Jolt after wonderful jolt of arousal swept me up into darkness as his lips and hand worked in unison. I cried out in denial as he stopped the glorious torture and I fell back to earth, panting. I’d been so close.

His hands found me and skillfully sheathed me in latex. If he’d wanted to make sure I was hard enough to fuck him, he’d done a good job.

He lay beside me, his voice rough in my ear. “I want you, Brody. Just…just don’t hurry.”

I rolled toward him and gathered him in my arms. “I don’t rush. Now you trust me.”

Yet I was rushing, past all the things I wanted to do to him, like kissing him all over. I would do those things later, after I’d quenched the crushing need to sink into him.

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ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-490-7

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Loving Someone Extraordinary by K.M. Mahoney

Now Available at Amber Allure

Kevin knows Alex’s flaws better than most — after all, he’s been the man’s sidekick for three years now. And he’s been lusting after the hero for nearly as long, once he got over the overwhelming urge to beat Alex over the head with something. Unfortunately, the urge still reappears on occasion, and their latest case is stretching both of their tempers to the limits. So the last thing Kevin needs to add to the mix is a budding romance, but that’s exactly what happens when Alex kisses him. That is, if you can call a humping, grinding, passionate embrace a mere kiss.

When Alex is abducted, it’s Kevin’s turn to play hero. But taking on that role means risking everything for the man he’s come to love — his career, his friends and, quite possibly, his sanity.

“I brought you to fraternize with the wealthy, not cower in terror.” Alex’s words were annoyed, but the smile was indulgent.

Kevin jumped, so lost in thought he hadn’t heard Alex come up behind him.

“I’m perfectly happy staying right here.”

Alex clucked admonishingly. Kevin rolled his eyes.

“Come on, dance with me.” An outstretched hand accompanied the order. Kevin’s body moved without a conscious order, accepting the offer, even while his mind screamed, Don’t do it, idiot!

Alex’s hand swallowed his own, warm and callused. The touch sent a visible shiver through Kevin.

“I shouldn’t—“

“Yes, you should.” Alex smiled reassuringly, the expression so out of character that Kevin’s protest died, swamped in a morass of confusion.

Alex tugged him onto the dance floor, one hand wrapping possessively around his hip, the other holding on tightly to his hand. They began to sway, feet moving to the beat.

“I don’t really know how to dance,” Kevin said.

“No one does,” Alex replied. “I’m not asking you to do the tango. Just move around and smile a lot.”

“I suppose I can manage that.” Kevin grimaced, muttering a quick apology as he trod on one of Alex’s shoes, marring their formerly impressive shine.

“So, Cassie looked happy,” Alex commented.

“Oh. Yeah, she did. I guess David finally asked her to marry him.”

Alex’s step faltered and he stared. “Her and David? Wow, I didn’t know they were even involved.”

“Sure,” Kevin said. “Have been for ages.”

“You’re okay with it?”

Kevin wrinkled his brow, feeling very much like he was missing some important part to this conversation. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I always thought…well, you and Cassie always seemed so close.”

“We are.”

Alex continued to stare in bewilderment. Kevin couldn’t understand… Oh. It wasn’t for nothing that he had a genius IQ.

“Cassie’s my best friend,” Kevin said. “Like a sister, really.”

“Huh.” The look still lingered.

“I’m gay,” Kevin clarified.

Alex stopped dead. He didn’t even look when another couple slammed into his back.

“You’re what?”

The loud tone made heads turn and Kevin’s face heated.

“Damn it, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he muttered. “After all, you’re dancing with me!”

“Well, sure, but that’s because…I mean…God, Kev, why didn’t you…”

It wasn’t often that Kevin saw Alex at a lack for words. In fact, he couldn’t remember it happening before. Ever.

“Can we not do this in the middle of a crowd?” Kevin finally murmured. “Because people are staring. A lot.”
Alex didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. His hand wrapped around Kevin’s elbow, guiding him off the dance floor. Kevin got a good look at Alex and almost panicked. The man’s face was set in stony lines, eyes hard and furious.

Oh, shit. Kevin was not looking forward to the coming scene.

K.M. Mahoney



Sunday, November 13, 2011

NEW RELEASE! - ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL - Futuristic Gay Erotic Romance

Copyright © 2011 Carolina Valdez
Cover Art © 2011 Trace Edward Zaber

After the release of my gay erotic romance, TIE 'EM UP, HOLD 'EM DOWN, and its sequel, HANGIN' WITH MY WINDOW MAN, I read a contemporary m/f romantic suspense involving a man convicted of stealing diamonds. He'd had a partner who was killed, and the diamonds were never found. After his release from prison, he fathered a little girl.

This author also writes a futuristic series under a pseudonym, and what intrigued me was stumbling on a sequel to the original story which was set fifty years after the theft. The daughter is all grown up now, and when her troublesome father pops back into her life the hunt for the diamonds begins again.

When I stumbled on those two stories, I thought it would be fun to write a story set in the future featuring descendants of my firefighters in TIE 'EM UP and HANGIN'. I could see the opening scene clearly, but it was two years before the thrust came to develop the idea. The INTO THE FUTURE AMBERPAX™ needed one more author to write a story for it.

And today it's here, although with a fresh opening scene.


Duty robbed them of their last night together. A deadly fireball struck Earth’s New L.A. in the late afternoon, and instead of an evening of dinner and passion with his lover, Battalion Chief David Garrison reported for duty and led his elite firewarrior squadron to fight the raging flames engulfing historic LA. At first light the next morning, duty sent David’s lover, Dillon Rapner, a special agent, off-world undercover to ferret out the source of the incendiary bombs destroying Old Town.

During his search, Dillon was captured and enslaved for several years on another planet. Only thoughts of returning to David, the man he would love forever, kept him alive and determined to escape. Never in his wildest imaginings did he expect that when he returned to Earth he’d find another man in David’s bed—but he did. His dreams shattered, can he pull his life together again?


...As Dillon talked, he reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and off.

Even as weary as he was, David’s groin tightened at the sight of that familiar, well-muscled chest, the heat and touch of which he knew. He stopped chewing.

“Tomorrow we’ll start work. It’s possible we can make some sales here.” Their cover was as salesmen, but in code the words conveyed the message that they’d search for the source of the phosphorus and other rare elements used in the fireballs as well as for a launching station.

David knew finding these things would be a dead giveaway this planet was the bomb source. In response to diplomatic inquiries, Oragone’s Supreme Authority had denied the attacks originated there, and even the Intergalactic Council couldn’t budge them on this, but the launches continued. The fact was, unless the fireballs were shot from some undetected space vehicle, their planet was in the right trajectory and orbit to have launched them.

“Find the sons of a gun, man,” David said. As a warrior, he wanted to stop having to kill the havoc created by the incendiaries. It was unbelievable to him that their enemies didn’t seem to know they were firing on a basically dead part of the city. The more terrifying part was wondering what would happen if they ever figured that out.

As Dillon talked, his gold and amber eyes seemed to bore into David’s as he unbuckled the belt on his trousers and slid the zipper down with deliberate slowness.

David almost choked on the food in his mouth as he heard its casual whisper and watched it reveal black boxer briefs, which should be as sleek as Dillon’s sports car, but right now housed a large bulge straining their front. Dillon discarded the dark slacks and briefs, then turned and leaned over to fold his slacks and lay them on the bed. The smooth roundness of a butt that was at once firm and yet not so hard it didn’t have a sexy give when squeezed, hid the bunghole at the base of the crevice between its globes. His balls swung loose and low between thighs David knew weren’t as large as his own, but were still hard and powerful. Waves of sensation rushed through him as images of the unbridled sex they’d planned for that last night flashed like a kaleidoscope in his head.

The camera’s lens zoomed in close as Dillon turned. “I’ll show you mine, if you’ll show me yours.”

A dick already at half-mast emerged from a tight bush of tawny curls. Dillon continued to speak, his voice hoarse with sensuality, his words explicit and erotic.

David hadn’t expected interplanetary sex. All thoughts of food fled. He stopped listening to the words that followed, letting their cadence lure him as Dillon’s hand closed around his dick and played with it...

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Carolina Valdez

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Double Deuce by KC Kendricks

Contemporary gay romance mystery
available now at Amber Allure

Free spirited Ian Coulter works hard and plays harder. An ex-cop turned private investigator, Ian enjoys meeting new men and making new friends. A night out ends up with one man on the floor at his feet, and another asking for his help. Big trouble’s brewing in little Amethyst Cove, and Ian’s a step behind. He’s quick to see Rick Mohr is the man holding the flare at the end a long, dark tunnel.

Undercover agent Rick Mohr walks a fine line, serving two masters. Insider trading, counterfeit printing plates, and a blown-up yacht have Rick stuck between two Federal agencies, one of which has been compromised. Rick has to discover the mole before it’s too late. When Ian Coulter walks into his life, Rick grabs the chance to salvage his assignment with both hands.

It doesn’t take Ian and Rick long to discover joining forces, and sharing resources, has definite perks - ones not found in any departmental manual.


“And yet, here you sit across from me.”

“For one thing, this is the first time I’ve actually gotten a look at you. No one ever said you were so…” He paused and blinked at me.

I helped him out. “Hot?”

Rick grinned. “The very word I was searching for.”

“You’re full of shit, Rick Mohr. What do you really want?”

“I’ve heard you like to have fun—safe fun. Was I misinformed?”

And they called me a slut. Rick had me beat for moving in on a guy fast. “I love to have ‘fun—safe fun,’ but I don’t know you. I haven’t seen you around at any of the local haunts.”

“Well, you know how it is. Boy meets boy. Boy falls in love. Boy gets dumped after eleven years and has to work hard to get back into the swing of things.”

I tapped the wide silver band he wore on his left ring finger. “Hmm. I’ve heard of that. Some weird word that starts with an ‘R.’”


I snapped my fingers. “That’s the one! Can’t say as I have any first-hand experience with it.”

Rick sighed. “I actually liked it, although I thought it would have a longer shelf-life.”

I sipped the lemony drink I’d had such a craving for. That craving, and another stronger one, was about to land me in trouble, I just knew it.

“I’ll tell you something, Rick. I don’t like men who cheat on their partners.”

His level gaze met mine. “I don’t have a partner. I have an ex-partner.”

“Why not take off the ring?”

“Truth? I’m not quite ready to have guys hitting on me. Maybe you can help me get over the hump.”

Years of cruising men, of reading their body language and looking into lots of pretty eyes gave me a good read on him. He wasn’t being honest with me about something, but it had nothing to do with the ring, the ex-partner, or the fact he liked to have control of the situation. The little voice inside, the one that never steered me wrong when it was time to cut and run, was silent, and I wanted to learn more about him.

The bottom line was we both wanted to get laid, no strings attached. I could do that for him. Call me Dr. Love or whatever. He wanted over the hump, and I was more than happy to help him out with that.

“So, Rick, why don’t we finish our drinks, then blow this joint and go find a more private place?”


The intensity of Rick’s gaze slammed into me.

“What if I told you I could give you something concrete?”

Cold sweat broke out under my arms and across my back. I shivered and sucked in a deep breath. “This isn’t the place to discuss business, Mr. Mohr.”

Comprehension flickered in his pretty eyes. He reached across the table and covered my hands with his. My skin prickled with a new awareness of him. I had the sudden urge to give him about eight inches of concrete, regardless of how bad an idea it had become.

“You’re right, of course.” I got another shock as he raised my knuckles to his lips. “How about a little stroll on the beach? We can kick off our shoes and roll up our pant legs and get our feet wet. Get comfortable with each other. Whataya say?”
A walk outside was better than a hook-up inside. For all I knew, he worked for Earl Fox and had on a wire. This could be a set-up. That’s how paranoid I was about Foxy. I pulled away from the warmth of his touch and kept my voice pitched to where only Rick could hear me.

“We’ll take my car. I’ll bring you back later. And I want you to put your cell phone in your car and leave it.”
“I understand your caution, but it’s unnecessary.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you.” I set my hat back on my head, slid off the bench seat, and held my hand out to him. He took it and uncurled his long, lean body out of the booth. I had to look up at him, and I’m no little fellow at five-eleven and one hundred seventy-nine pounds of carefully crafted muscle.

His arms came around me and I realized just how big a man he really was. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered to me, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Before I could think, much less ask him what the fuck he was talking about, his mouth covered mine. I opened my lips to protest, and his tongue slipped past my poor defenses. Little stars danced behind my closed eyes. My arms slid around his neck.

Familiar heat coiled low in my belly when his tongue danced over mine. My balls tingled as my over-eager cock hardened, swelling relentlessly to an aching fullness. I inhaled, and, under the warm, spicy scent of his cologne, breathed in the rich, earthy tang of an aroused male.

Rick’s big hand cupped my left ass cheek and pressed me tightly to his pelvis. The hard ridge of his dick met mine and I hazed on the rush of testosterone flooding into my blood. I needed to sink my root deep in this man and hear him beg for more.

What was left of my sanity shouted I was in big trouble when his lips trailed fire along my jaw line and down my neck. I ignored it and cupped his balls in front of all witnesses, covering his bulging zipper with my palm. At least eight inches.

His big hands stroked up my back, then down my sides. I leaned over into the booth and grabbed my drink with shaking hands.

What the fuck had I just allowed to happen?

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-185-3
Contemporary gay romance mystery
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AVALANCHE! - Excerpt - Erotic M/F Contemporary by Carolina Valdez

With the cold weather settling in, it seems appropriate to take a look again at this Amber Heat story from my backlist. My interest in the Winter Olympics sports crops up here. Seri's professional drama is roughly modeled after the experience of Peekaboo Street, an athlete I admired. I was crushed when injury shattered her career, and the thing about fiction is you can write the ending any way you wish.

In a world where we sometimes have no control over fate, that's a great deal.


Copyright 2007 Carolina Valdez
Cover Art Copyright 2007 Trace Edward Zaber

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After a serious crash in competition, ski patrol leader Seri Lohan, a Super G gold medalist, will never compete again. Chad Jenkins, next year’s hope for another downhill gold for the U.S., is seriously injured on Seri’s patrol watch, and she volunteers to take care of him.

Years ago, Chad broke her heart. She’s determined not to let him do so again, but, trapped with him in a chalet by a blizzard, all the old sensual tensions and longings emerge. He desperately needs her help and isn’t above using seduction as a means to keep her with him. If she succumbs, what will it do to her relationship with the man who’s asked her to marry him? What will it do to her heart?


“So cold,” he murmured.

“Keep him warm. He mustn’t get cold again,” the ER doctor had said.

She’d covered him with all the blankets in the chalet, brought the heater up to full strength, and stoked the fire, but she had to admit she was cold too. Cold and tired. The storm still raged outside. With this awakening, she’d brought him through the hours they’d said she’d have to wake him to be sure his brain wasn’t bleeding, and now her body hurt all over from mental and physical exhaustion.

He’s cold. I’m cold. Oh, what the hell, she thought, he sees me just as an old friend. I refuse to sleep in a chair.

In the bathroom she removed her after-ski boots and outerwear, rid herself of the discomfort of a bra over her full breasts all day and shed her black panties. She slipped under the covers beside him wearing only her long, black silk thermals. He stirred and quieted. She curled near him, just close enough to share her body warmth.

Falling instantly asleep as if drugged, she stirred briefly when she felt someone brushing the tendrils of hairs that had escaped from her braid back from her face. Opening her eyes, she saw that she and Chad now faced each other.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft. He smelled of antiseptic and soap. In the flickering light of the banked fire, his eyes had darkened to lapis lazuli.

That’s who he is in real life, she thought. Someone deep and mysterious who keeps his thoughts close to his chest. This was the Chad she knew.

“Hi,” she whispered back.

His lips, warm and soft, closed on hers.

Desire threaded through her body. Alarm bells rang distantly in her head. Thankfully, Chad went back to sleep, and she didn’t think he was aware she hadn’t returned his kiss. It had been shit hard, but she hadn’t done all the things she’d wanted to do with that mouth, that desire-igniting mouth with its warmth and all encompassing sweetness.

Nothing had changed since high school. And she was a fool...


Friday, October 14, 2011

New Release: Red Satin Chistmas, trans lesbian erotic romance

Who ever said you can't feel Christmassy in October? Sure you can! Just get yourself a candy cane and a copy of Red Satin Christmas, and you're all set.

For those who aren't yet familiar with my Red Satin trilogy, it's a love story between Regan, a butch Cree lesbian, and her long-time friend Maisie, a male-to-female transsexual. So... let's see... I guess that makes Red Satin Christmas an interracial trans lesbian erotic holiday romance.

Red Satin 3: Red Satin Christmas
Series: Red Satin , Book 3
By: Giselle Renarde | Other books by Giselle Renarde

Published By: loveyoudivine
Published: Oct 13, 2011
ISBN # 5075_1074
Word Count: 29,395
Heat Index

This is a Christmas of firsts for girlfriends Regan and Maisie. Maisie hasn’t returned to her hometown since beginning her transition from male to female. Her mother and sisters welcome her with open arms, but what about brother Jerry? Is he just going to ignore her forever? And who is this mystery woman he’s brought home for the holidays?

Regan figures she’s just along for the ride, lending her girlfriend support, until Maisie’s mother surprises her with a special dinner guest. Regan hasn’t spoken to her hard-drinking Cree father in years, and he’s the last person in the world she wants to sit across from at Christmas dinner. Can Regan finally trust the man who’s once again claimed to have changed for good?

Together, Regan and Maisie face drama beyond their wildest imaginings. Will their trials during this eventful family Christmas challenge their bond… or vanquish their limitations?


It was one of those wake-ups where you’re not quite sure where you are
at first, and for a couple seconds you don’t even care because it feels
so good to be alive. And then everything that happened the night before
comes flooding to mind, and the morning takes a sharp turn…

Regan had slept on her side, which put a crimp in her neck, but Maisie
was pressed right up against her back, enfolding her in the world’s
warmest arms. Even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t have moved. Regan
was right at the edge of Maisie’s little twin mattress.

When the world came into focus, Regan stared straight ahead, at the
lower shelves of the bookshelf in her girlfriend’s childhood bedroom. It
was most definitely a space decorated for a boy—royal blue walls with a
Toronto Maple Leafs border, autographed souvenir baseballs from when
the Jays won the World Series in ’92 and again in ‘93—but Regan tried to
ignore that fact as much as she tried to ignore the erection lodged
firmly between her ass cheeks. Morningwood was something Maisie couldn’t
help, and Regan knew her girl would find it humiliating if called
attention to. Penises were not Maisie’s favourite thing in the world,
and she had especially harsh feelings toward her own. Regan thought
Maisie was the most beautiful woman in the world, penis or no penis, but
of course she’d respect her girl’s wish to downplay the existence of
that appendage.

Maisie shifted, making soft moaning noises in her sleep, her long silky
nightgown rippled against Regan’s naked back. God, it felt good to have a
woman’s soft fabrics against her skin. Regan never wore stuff like that

The winter sun hadn’t yet risen, and Regan couldn’t see a clock
anywhere, but she figured it must be pretty early because she couldn’t
hear anyone wandering around in this house full of people. She had a
faint need to pee, but just couldn’t bring herself to leave a warm bed
and a hot body.

As Maisie carved her own path from sleep to wakefulness, her curvaceous
body stretched and writhed. Regan felt the motion against her back like a
giant caterpillar. And then that wave halted, and she knew Maisie had
swum her way back to consciousness enough to realize her body was
betraying her. For a moment, she was stone, and then her soft arms
retracted from around Regan’s naked form. When Maisie rolled away after a
night in such close proximity, Regan felt it like a stab in the gut.

“Morning, Beautiful,” Regan whispered before she’d even turned to look
at Maisie. Self-fulfilling prophecy—even with a few stray specs of
stubble growing in, Maisie was the prettiest girl Regan had ever known.

Still, Maisie buried her head beneath a pillow and moaned, “Charmer.”

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Sunday, October 2, 2011


Missing, Presumed Dead
(An Amethyst Cove Mystery)
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-182-2 (Electronic)

Private investigator and ex-cop, Greg Stewartson, is on his way to bed when his Hollywood-producer brother, Vance, shows up on his doorstep. With him is the handsome, sexy, and blond Tim Fensham, the brother of Vance's latest girlfriend, movie star Petra Lianne. Vance says Petra went missing more than a month ago after last being seen in Amethyst Cove. He has new information, but the police refuse to follow it up. They’ve closed the case, declaring the actress "Missing, Presumed Dead."
But Vance and Tim don’t believe Petra is dead and ask Greg to take the case. After Greg agrees, Tim stays to help him find Petra, while Vance returns to L.A.
Greg doesn’t want or need help, and wishes Tim would leave, too. He’s attracted to the man and figures the feeling may be mutual, but he doesn’t mix business with pleasure and he doesn’t need the distraction of Tim staying in his house. He also doesn’t like the way Tim keeps trying to interfere in the investigation, or the unexpected moves Tim puts on him during a power failure.
Still, Greg can’t tell Tim to take his case elsewhere for fear of upsetting Vance, but he does tell Tim to back off. The trouble is, Tim is not a very good listener...

...While Tim went outside to fetch his overnight bag, I collected the used mugs and empty beer cans, put them on the tray and took the tray out to the kitchen.
When he returned, I locked the back door, but didn’t bother resetting the alarm. If he decided to go back outside for whatever reason, I didn’t want the damn thing going off and waking me up. “If you want to come with me, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping. There’s an extra blanket in the closet if you’re cold, and there are soap and towels in the ensuite. If you need anything else, I’m in the room across from you.”
We’d made it halfway down the hall leading to the bedrooms when the lights went off, yet again. Tim cannoned into my back, almost knocking me over.
“Sorry about that. I hate the dark.” He gave a shaky laugh. “Always have. Scares the living crap out of me. Makes me jumpy as hell. Clumsy, too.”
Oh, yeah? I’ve seen more than a few clever moves over the years, but when it came to making the best of an opportunity, this guy was beyond good. Believable, almost.
He cuddled closer, presumably to prove his point, then wrapped his arms around my body, and I felt his hot breath tickling my neck. “I hope you don’t mind me hanging onto you like this.”
Mind? Why should I mind? The power’s never off for more than a minute, two at the very most, so I had no reason to worry about things getting out of hand. “It’s okay. You’ll be fine.”
Whether I would be fine was a whole different story. His heat, his scent, the way his hard cock was pressing against my crack was such a turn-on, I figured I might as well enjoy the thrill while it lasted. All I had to do was relax…one, two, three, four. Any second now there would be light. Five, six, seven, eight, nine… By the time I got to ten, my imagination had taken off and I didn’t care if the damn lights never ever came on again.
He was nibbling my ears and stroking my dick, and it didn’t take genius mentality to know where things were headed. But what the hell? Maybe he really was afraid of the dark rather than an opportunist, and if something we both wanted kept his mind off his fears where was the harm?
Just when things started to get really hot, the lights flashed on and off a couple of times, then came back on to stay.
He relaxed his hold and gave another shaky laugh. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to get quite so carried away. I guess what they say about fear being a powerful aphrodisiac is true.”
Oh, sure! The guy is edging in on forty and this is the first time he’s discovered the connection? I don’t think so. I may live in a small town, but he has to know us small-towners are not that naive. “You think?”
“Not really, no.” He visibly relaxed and treated to me to a soft, sexy chuckle that raised everything on my body, including my hopes, as he reached out and stroked a finger down my cheek. “You could have pushed me away.”
“True. I could also have screamed rape. Problem is living out here with my nearest neighbor working nights, I doubt anyone would have heard.”
“Would you have wanted them to hear?”
“Not particularly.” I smiled. This was California, and tall, good-looking, blond-haired, surfer-dudes are a dime a dozen. But there was nothing stereotypical about Tim. For one thing, he was much older than your average surfer dude, and while most surfers are just good looks and muscles, this guy had all that plus charisma to spare. His blond, sun-streaked hair looked natural, and his deep blue eyes were a turn-on all by themselves.
“You sure about that?”
“About as sure as I can be.”
The wanting was there on both sides. It was so damn obvious what was about to happen, and I needed to put a stop to it, now. This was where I was supposed to force a laugh, shuffle my feet to cover any embarrassment, and get back to showing Tim to his room. Except I knew I couldn’t do any of that. My rule of not mixing business with pleasure was about to get broken, and there was nothing I could do about it. At least, nothing I wanted to do...

Friday, September 30, 2011

New! DEEP, an erotic sci-fi romance by Linda Mooney


An Erotic Sci-Fi Romance Novella
From Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
Word Count: 39.7K

As one of Earth’s Galactic Enforcers, Lawn Bascomb is assigned to Area R6Y6 for the duration of one year. Her only companion in this desolate section of space is Deep, her sentient Vogt ship.

The Vogt line is an experimental breed of unique vessels, each with its own artificially enhanced intelligence, created specifically for use at the deep space guard posts. Able to project himself in holographic form, Deep is not only Lawn’s sole fellow crew member, but he is also her confidant and friend. It isn't long before he becomes her lover.

But their tenuous arrangement is suddenly and fatally shattered when their post is threatened by an unknown and perhaps alien force. Lawn and Deep soon face the realization that, in order to save Earth, one—or both of them—must die.

Warning: Contains ship sex, governmental cover-ups, an orgasmic indoctrination, temperamental buoys, self-sacrifice, alien invasion, and doing the 9-to-5 in the buff.

Monday, September 12, 2011

New Release: Odd Man In

Odd Man In
by K.M. Mahoney

Three men, one spaceship, and a whole lot of trouble. The universe is never going to be the same.

Daior Mathews is having a bad decade. When he’s captured and held hostage, he figures things can’t get much worse. After meeting Terran, a fellow prisoner and the most adorable man he’s seen in years, Dai believes his fortune might be changing at long last. He’s looking at Terran, Terran’s looking back, and it looks like he’s finally getting lucky. But that’s before the situation takes a turn for the worse and Daior is forced to call an old lover for help. Now Dai’s on the run with his new boyfriend, and his old friend Tam is eyeing said boyfriend with lustful eyes.

So what’s a space mercenary to do? Take them all to bed, of course. And that’s when the fun really begins.


Daior sat up with a groan, reflexively grabbing his head with both hands. Damn, how many Agrarian Chasers had he downed?

Oh, yeah. None. He growled. No alcohol. No hangover. Just a bunch of walking dead men. When he got his hands on those guards…

Terran. Where the hell was his Terran?

He leapt off the table, staggering sideways when his feet hit the metal floor. Ah, cold. He took two unsteady steps before he realised something was missing.

Clothes. He needed clothes. Couldn’t wander a strange ship buck naked. Might not go over so well.
Daior let out a few curses and started rummaging. He slammed an empty drawer shut and winced when the sound made his head throb. It felt as if somebody had shoved a wad of cotton balls up his nose and stuck a pick into the base of his neck. Bloody sadistic bastard, whoever it was.

Dai went through three drawers before he saw the neatly folded pile on a chair by the door. Shit, he must be worse off than he’d first thought. He was normally a lot more observant than that.

By the time he had pulled on the loose-fitting pants and tied the drawstring around his hips, his head had cleared out a bit. Still hurt like a son of a bitch, but at least he felt a bit more…functioning.

He slapped his hand against the door panel, half-expecting it to be locked. He was pleased when it hissed open easily. So, friends. Whatever vessel he was on, it was owned by friends.

Despite that conclusion, Dai still entered the hall with caution. First order of business—find Terran. Second—find out where the hell they were.

His head hurt too much to count any higher.

The door to the med bay closed behind him and Dai looked around. The hallway only went one way, which made things considerably easier for his poor, pounding brain. He took a couple of steps, pleased to note his legs seemed to be working much better now. 

Laughter floated down the hall, ricocheting off the walls and reaching his ears oddly fractured. Daior flattened himself against the cold metal, muscles tensing. Wait, there was something familiar about…both of them.

A fierce scowl immediately replaced his battle tension. Tamesis. Damn the man. If Tam had made a move on Dai’s baby, someone was going to be missing some vital parts by this evening. And it wasn’t going to be Dai. 

Daior ignored the little voice taunting him and moved to the centre of the hallway, planting himself with the immovability of a wall and folding his arms over his chest.

Terran and Tamesis came around the corner. Terran hung off the larger man’s arm with the tenacity of a monkey, body shaking with giggles.

“Explanation, anyone?” Daior drawled.

Terran squealed—ear-piercing, that—and flung himself across the space between them. Dai grinned as the smaller man tried to climb up his body.

“You okay, baby?” he asked.

“Oh, Gods, Dai. I thought you weren’t ever going to wake up. It’s been days and days, and we kept having to jump through holes, and—”

“Let the man breathe,” Tam ordered with an indulgent smile. 

“Mind your own business,” Dai said.

The smile slid off Tam’s face. Without a word, he turned on his heel and disappeared the way he had come.

Terran pulled back, still hanging onto Dai’s neck. “That wasn’t very nice,” he scolded gently.

“I’m not feeling very nice,” Dai retorted. “My head is pounding, my back feels like someone shoved a pole up my spine, my lover is wrapped all over a man I despise and I haven’t the slightest clue where we are or what’s going on!”

“There’s no need to yell.”

“I’ll yell if I want to.”

“You weren’t nearly this cranky when we were being held prisoner,” Terran accused.

Dai sighed heavily and hugged the lithe body to him. “Sorry. I’m just a little on edge right now.”

“We’re safe,” Terran assured him. “Tam got us both out of there. We’ve been galaxy hopping, trying to stay a few steps ahead of the cruisers the compound sent after us. For a place that wasn’t very well guarded inside, they sure have a lot of artillery in space.”

“Big backing, then.”

“That’s what Tam said.”

Daior ran his fingers through that spiky hair. “I’m glad you’re okay, baby.”

“Same here.” Terran smiled. “I missed you.”

“How long was I out?”

“Nearly a week.”

“Shit,” Dai said with intense feeling.

“We’ve covered a lot of ground—or rather, space—in that time.” Terran grabbed his hand. “Come on. Let’s go find Tam. We have a lot to talk about.”

Dai didn’t move, pulling Terran to a halt when their arms reached their limits between them. He was scowling again. “Just get your stuff together. There’s no need to involve Tamesis in this any further.”

Terran yanked himself free and planted his hands on his hips, lips pressing together in a stubborn pout. “Now you’re being ridiculous. I don’t know what went on between you two, but Tam is already involved. You did that the minute you called him. They’re after him as much as they’re after us now. I’m not abandoning him.”

Hell. Maybe Daior should just go back to sleep.


“No! I like the man. And he’s risked a lot to help us. So go make nice.”

Damn it. He really wasn’t up to this argument. Maybe when his head stopped pounding.

Nah, probably not then, either. 


“You’re not going to win this argument. You might as well accept that right now.”

Who knew a face that, well, pretty could look so mulish. 

Daior dragged one hand down his own face. “You think you could find me something to eat, baby?”

Obstinacy morphed into concern. “Of course. What do you want?”


“Right.” Terran grabbed his hand and started tugging again. Dai followed his lover down the corridor. When the way split, Terran pushed him to the right. 

“Bridge is that way,” he offered cheerfully. “Food is this way. I’ll get you something to eat and meet you up front.”

Terran stopped mid-bounce to press a kiss to Daior’s cheek. That wasn’t good enough for Daior. He turned his head and pulled Terran into a toe-curling, tongue-involved expression of passion and longing.
When they came up for air, Terran smiled at him. His eyes were a bit dreamy around the edges, his smile about the best thing Daior had seen in ages.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” Terran offered, his smile softening.

Daior really wasn’t ready to analyse the emotion he glimpsed there. Maybe when his thinking cleared. Then again, maybe not.

K.M. Mahoney
Come Wander With Me