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
m/m contemporary available now at Amber Allure

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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