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


Monday, September 5, 2011

Peter and His Wolf by Linda Mooney - Just 99 cents!

Remember hearing the musical story by Prokofiev when you were in elementary school? About the boy who lived with his grandfather, and who captured a wolf by the tail? Did you ever wonder if the story was real? Did you wonder whatever happened to the wolf? More importantly, did you ever try to guess what happened to Peter after he captured the wolf?

This is the real story that was never told...until now.


This little quickie is published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid and only 99 cents!
ISBN # 9781611601510

Now Available at All Romance ebooks and BookStrand, and soon to Amazon!


Sensuous Romance with a Sci-Fi or Fantasy Flair
LORD OF THUNDER, 2011 EPIC EBook winner

Sunday, September 4, 2011

New Release: Swept Away / Diana DeRicci / M/M Contemp

Diana DeRicci
Cover Art: Annie Melton
Genre: Erotic Romance/Gay Romance, M/M
Length: novella
ISBN: 978-1-936751-60-0
Heat Level: 4
Warnings: This book contains sexual content that may be offensive to some readers: gay sex (male/male), anal sex
A broken engagement, a kiss with a stranger, and now he might
Luke Fletcher’s engagement with Sandy has gone bad, and it was all his fault. He’d kissed a guy. And he’d liked it. Luke thinks he can move on and write it off as the drunken, bachelor-party prank it was meant to be, until a virtual clone of Kissy-Face Guy shows up on his doorstep.
Seth Rusko has been a friend of Sandy’s brother for ages, so when he’s asked to drop off a box of Sandy’s ex’s stuff, he figures the least he can do is help the girl out. But he hadn’t planned on Sandy’s ex being so tongue-tyingly, breath-catchingly hot. Of course, being hot is irrelevant—the guy is clearly straight.
At least, he seems straight... until he tells Seth just what he did to cause the breakup... and until Seth remembers the last time he lost his heart to a straight guy who didn’t know what he wanted...
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An excerpt from the book

Moonlight flared across the low tide waves, a long sword of gossamer silver on an inky black canvas. Luke stood on his rear deck, able to hear the quiet shush of the rolling waves echoed by the sucking of the tide as they returned to the Gulf. With his hands braced around the railing, he tilted his chin upward, his eyes closed, breathing in the calm of the summer breeze, the scent of the sea and sand. These moments soothed him like very little could anymore.

His phone rang inside the house behind him, but he ignored the jarring interruption. He was sure it was only his mother. He was proven right when the answering machine picked up.

“Luke, it’s your mom.” She sounded agitated. Her normal state. “Please call home. Sandy misses you. We miss you.”

He snorted. Sandy would be the last person to miss him. Obviously his mother was still clinging to the delusion that they were getting married.

“Not happening, Ma,” he groused coldly, gazing out to the beckoning sea. And for the record, he was home. Luke wasn’t going back. Not to have his heart eviscerated by his ex-fiancée all over again. He ignored the rest of his mother’s pleading, or whatever it was she was saying. By the time she’d hung up, he’d lost himself in the swaying constant of the ocean.

* * *

Seth Rusko slid from his car to stand at the edge of the sidewalk, checked the address on the note in his hand against the numbers on the house and mailbox, then shrugged. Taylor wouldn’t send him to the wrong house. He hefted the box from the back seat, then bumped the rear door with a hip. It was midafternoon on a Saturday. The guy might be home. If he wasn’t, Seth would leave the box on the porch by the door. The stuff inside would likely explain who’d sent it.

Bracing his delivery between a hip and the wall, Seth rang the doorbell and waited.

“Whoa,” Seth breathed when the door was yanked open abruptly. Startled to be greeted by a half-naked guy, he shook himself mentally. “Hi. Are you Luke Fletcher?” Damn. Sandra had good taste. If he was going to open the door naked, Seth wasn’t above looking.

“On most days.”

Seth cleared his throat. It was difficult to not ogle the man’s damp chest. Considering he probably stood a good three inches taller than Seth, he was at eye-level standing on the last step. Sculpted pectorals were lightly dusted with short brown hair. Luke was tight, on his way to a six-pack. Sandy had mentioned at some point that her ex-fiancée liked to work out. It showed, and the view made Seth’s mouth water. Short swim trunks molded to his body. The scent of the ocean clung to him and his dark brown hair looked disheveled, like he’d toweled it dry.

“Can I help you?”

It wasn’t exactly a bark, but it was a definite prod.

“Oh! Right. I’m a friend of Sandy’s—”

Luke’s eyes narrowed a fraction, his expression shutting down, becoming considerably less welcoming.

Seth swallowed. Maybe not mentioning that would have been better. He went with a different tack, their mutual friend. “Taylor asked me to deliver this to you. I think it’s stuff from Sandy’s place. I don’t know,” Seth finished, his voice wavering with uncertainty. The longer he stared, the harder it was becoming to speak at all...