Sunday, March 29, 2015

Which is More Powerful? Love? or Hate?: "Dai's Dark Valentine"

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Dai’s Dark Valentine

What happens when a sheltered cat-shifter and a dark fey come together?

Three-hundred years is a long time, but left to its own devices, what began as the vendetta of one man can grow to encompass even more formidable hatred.

Daitre Salons is a beautiful but naïve heiress whose true heritage has been kept secret even from her. Now, her abilities are emerging and her father’s enemies want her dead, but what bothers her most is that her new husband “in name only” insists on treating her like a child.

Joban Beaucoup, professional guard to the Salons family, and dark fey (alternate spelling from Vodouin origin), has chosen to leave the quaint yet suffocating French town of his orphan-childhood and venture to the Americas, but he needs one thing he cannot concoct, despite his magical abilities – a wife.

When Joban agrees to marry Daitre and take her to the Americas with him, he carries her three-thousand miles away, then whisks her three-hundred years into the future to assure her safety, but while Daitre struggles to adjust to this strange new world, manage her newfound powers, and make peace with her feelings for Joban, Joban learns that even here, their enemies have followed them, now more deadly than ever.


Daitre stepped into the bedroom bath and dashed cold water on her face to keep from crying, Auriel’s words running through her mind. The fear of being captured, poked and prodded by her father’s enemies haunted her.
She hit the light switch, stepping out of the bathroom with every intention of going straight to her bed for a much needed nap, but as she passed his make-shift bed, she couldn’t help stopping. Daitre sat, tentative at first, but the deafening silence in the room urged her on.
She lifted his pillow to her face and rested her cheek against it, his cinnamon and woods scent prompting her to inhale deeply, eyes closed. The mere scent of him triggered a reaction in her body, causing her to stretch, savoring the pleasant tingle zinging straight to her clit and flashing outward again, a delicious warmth infusing her body - arousal.
She dropped the pillow and jumped up, eyes wide. Joban stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable until his mouth covered hers.  She knew he’d used his time-bending ability because she hadn’t seen him move. One moment he watched her embarrassing display from the doorway, the next he was on her, his huge arms wrapped around her waist, lips claiming hers.
Her mind raced but her body responded on instinct, clinging to him, writhing to be free of every and anything separating her from him. As if he heard her plea, Joban released her long enough to respond in his usual dictatorial manner.

“Take these off.” He used his eyes to stress his meaning, stoking 

her fire with a head to toe gaze, 

stormy gray depths offering a glimpse of yet another side of him 

she longed to explore further.

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

New! Every Battle Lord's Nightmare, a Sensuous Futuristic/Post-Apocalyptic Romance Novel by Linda Mooney

Determined in his quest to bring peace between Normal and Mutah compounds, Yulen D'Jacques accepts an invitation for him and Atty to attend a summit conference in the distant westerly province of Corado. 

If the long trip isn't dangerous enough, they face an onslaught of illness and disease, as well as creatures they've never before encountered. Worse, once they arrive at Rocky Gorge compound, they discover a plot that will shatter their lives and their love.

What follows is a harrowing experience of deceit and revenge served cold. And it soon becomes clear to Yulen and Atty that they will not survive this treachery. 

Warning! Contains extreme cold, vampire bats, tainted meat, rigged games of chance, a beloved found, and a never-ending nightmare that will haunt the Battle Lord of Alta Novis for the rest of his life.


            “What do we do now?” Paas softly asked.
            Around them, they could see other people emerging from their tents to stare at the huge gates which had been closed. The walls were close to thirty feet high, making it nearly impossible to scale.
            “What the fuck just happened?” Batuset asked, coming to stand beside Atty.
            “They closed the gates between the sections.”
            “Hell if I know.”
            “Maybe it’s supposed to be a protective measure,” Paxton commented.
            “Protection against what?” Batuset countered.
            Dardin Tabb jogged up to join them. “We have six men unaccounted for,” he told the battle lord. Atty glanced at Mastin.
            “I’ll take roll immediately, my lady,” the man announced. Giving Paxton a nod, the two men hurried away to check on their own troops.
            “Hey, Atty.”
            She turned to look at Twoson.
            “Didn’t Highcliff say he was planning on attending a play this evening?” The man cast his eyes upward. “Looks like the theater is going to be a bit empty, wouldn’t you say? Considering the sun’s just now setting.”
            Paas snorted. “If there even was a play planned for tonight.”
            Atty caught sight of Renken running toward her. His hand was on the hilt, but his sword remained sheathed. “Garet?”
            “I went to check. The gates leading into the next section are closed, too.”
            “What about those men caught on the wrong side when they closed the gates?” Batuset growled. “They sure didn’t give anyone enough time to get back to their own camps. There’d better be a damn good reason why they shut us in like this without adequate notice.”
            A memory dropped over her like a cold blanket. Atty staggered and reached out for support. Renken grabbed her hands to keep her from falling. Shaking her head to clear the momentary haze, she stared at him wide-eyed.
            “Those men near the kitchen. What they said. ‘Make sure everything is ready when they give us the signal to close the gates.’”
            He glanced at the huge wall as the implication dawned on him. “Ohhh, shit. The signal… That’s what we heard before the gates were shut.”
            Batuset drew his sword. “Dardin, have the men arm themselves. Tell them to—”
            “Hey! Where is everyone?” someone yelled, pointing upward.
            Atty glanced at the parapet. At the empty catwalk. Renken also noticed the unexpected evacuation. “Where are the soldiers? Where did they go?”
            “Good question,” Batuset replied. “Why all of a sudden did he remove the guards?”
            The walls effectively blocked most of the wind, but not the snow, which continued to fall. A fine layer of powder already covered the ground, making each footstep crunch loudly. The sound of people talking and milling about echoed within the enclosed area, making it difficult to hear anything that might be going on in the sections in front of and behind them.
            A large man with a dark scowl ambled up to where they were standing. “The name’s Achery. I’m the Battle Lord of Saint Conesus, north of here.”
            Batuset held out a hand in greeting. “Zane Batuset, Battle Lord of Foster City.” He pointed to Atty. “This is Atrilan D’Jacques, the Battle Lady of Alta Novis.”
            Achery’s thick brows lifted slightly. “Alta Novis? So you’re the Mutah huntress.”
            Rather than acknowledge him, she waved at the abandoned battlements. “What do you make of all this?”
            The man shook his head. “I was about to ask you the same question.”
            “You’ve been here a few days, right?” Renken inquired.
            Archery stared at the ex-mercenary. “You’re D’Jacques?”
            “No. Name’s Renken. The battle lord is in his tent at the moment.”
            Atty explained. “My husband fell ill during the trip. Our physician gave him something to help him get better. When did you arrive at Rocky Gorge?”
            “Day before yesterday.”
            “Did they close these gates either of those nights?” Renken continued.
            Again, Achery shook his head. “No. In fact, I was just discussing that with Morisee. He’s the battle lord of Valkerson, a few day’s ride from my compound. We traveled here together. We noticed the main gates were shut after dark, but not between these sections. I commented to Morisee that Highcliff seemed pretty trusting that nothing would happen between Normals and Mutah during the summit.”
            “But you have no idea why they would shut the between gates tonight?” Atty asked.
            “No idea at all.”
            “What’s your feeling about this summit?” Renken asked outright.
            The battle lord appeared taken aback by the man’s brash questioning. Atty smiled at the man. “Forgive him. He’s rather outspoken.”
            “No need to apologize for him,” Achery replied. “I’m not accustomed to someone so forthright. Does he question your authority in the same manner?”
            Atty’s smiled widened. “Once you get used to him, you realize he’s like another voice of reason, making you stop and think about what you’re about to do before you do it.” She tilted her head slightly. Even though Renken’s question had caught the man off-guard, it had been enough to allow her to get a sense of where the man’s loyalties lay. That, and the fact that he was comfortable being around her, eased her worry.
            “You’re here to push for more treaties with the Mutah,” she flatly announced.
            Achery appeared nonplussed by her statement. “That I am. Me and about six other battle lords, that I know of.”
            “May I ask what changed your mind?”
            The battle lord’s face softened. “His name is Deneel. He’s my son and heir. Up until last year, I’ve never been able to father any children. As you can see, I’m well up in years, and I hadn’t taken any woman to wife until a couple of years ago. I’d given up having any progeny until one day Dr. Bothrite approached me with a concoction he said he’d gotten from a Mutah doctor who had asked to stay overnight. Bothrite said the drink would help me produce more sperm. At first, I was very skeptical, but Bothrite assured me he wouldn’t have suggested it if he didn’t believe it was safe. So I took it. I drank that awful tasting stuff for eight straight days. And then, a few weeks later, my loving wife discovered she was pregnant.”
            Batuset cleared his throat. “Excuse me for asking this, but are you certain you’re the boy’s father?”
            Instead of becoming angry by the question, Achery chuckled. “I will admit I had my moments of doubt. But I love Farress, and I trusted her. And when Deneel was born, I knew the truth. If you saw my boy, you wouldn’t have any doubts as to his heritage.” His gaze returned to Atty. “I am indebted to Mutah for what that drug accomplished. Without it, I would have died without an heir. That little boy is my whole world, and I want him to grow up without the hatred and violence I had to face when I was younger. Thanks to you and D’Jacques, I have that chance to make a better future for my son.”
            Atty smiled warmly at the man. He was sincere in his revelation, which made her feel a little more hopeful about the possibility of a successful summit. She started to reply when Mastin and Paxton ran up to report.
            “Eight men are missing,” Mastin told her.
            “I have eleven still unaccounted for myself,” Achery added.
            “Along with my six.” Batuset glared at the empty catwalks. “If every battle lord is missing soldiers, that’s a goodly number trapped on the other side of this blasted wall.”
            Atty glanced up at the tall structure, when the lashed tree trunks were suddenly enveloped in a red mist. She sniffed, and a rancid tang bit into her nostrils like tiny teeth. Without being aware of what she was doing, the Ballock slid into her palm and she backed toward the tent.
            Paxton saw her reaction first. “Atty?”
            “My bow. Get me my bow!” she snapped as a shriek came from somewhere to their right. At the same moment, several people screamed and pointed toward the sky. “Everyone, at arms!”
            “Get inside your tents!” Batuset yelled, giving her a shove. “Get undercover!”
            “Atty, go!” Renken also pushed her toward the door flap.
            The smell grew stronger. Pungent, caustic, and filled with blood. With it came the sound of thousands of leathery wings. The sky went completely dark as the creatures descended, filling the heavens with black death.
            Someone shrieked, “Bats!”, and the world exploded in chaos.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Lesbian Lovers: Three erotic short stories in one volume

Lesbian Lovers: Three Short Stories out today!

Three lesbian couples. Three very different situations. Three fulfilling journeys to happiness.
“Fist Me”: Maeve nearly fell off her barstool when Taryn, the sexiest woman she’d ever known, asked her to fist her. But is it the right thing to do? Taryn’s not lesbian, and has just broken up from Mr. Perfect. Is she taking advantage of her? Or is this the ideal opportunity for them to begin a relationship?
“Lady Caroline’s Reward”: Lady Caroline Eversley needs a chaperone so hires Miss Dinah Watkin, a distant relative. Dinah and Caroline fall in love and Dinah teaches Caroline all about sex, but the problem of Caroline’s suitable chaperonage refuses to go away. Can they find a solution and have their own happy ending?
“Stubborn Attraction”: Laid off for ramming her knee into a co-worker’s balls after he tries to feel her up, lesbian Jaelle heads to her father’s cabin in the mountains. There, she takes the form of a mountain goat and climbs, free and uninhibited. So, what happens when she finds a very attractive interloper on her favorite rock ledge?
Previously published as individual stories by Torquere Press.

PG13 Excerpt:

Later that evening, the women sat by the fire in the book room, their fingers moving diligently as they sewed. Hugh, Thomas and John were all upstairs with Caroline’s father. His suite of rooms was always heated warmly and he was never left unattended even for a moment.
Dinah gazed at Caroline. She really did look lovely in the firelight, her pale cheeks slightly flushed by the warmth of the fire, the long hair coiled neatly on her neck and gleaming with reddish highlights, her slender fingers busily employed mending one of her father’s shirts.
Dinah’s heart lurched. She could fall in love with this woman. Not only was Caroline beautiful, but she was also highly intelligent and courageous in the way she was facing the adversity of her father’s, and therefore her own, situation.
“Have you ever been kissed?” Dinah asked suddenly.
“Well, just a few quick pecks by boys who shouldn’t have when I was younger. At family gatherings and such. And one or two of the suitors have tried. That’s why I made sure Hugh Howel was always with me. They totally ignored the fact my maid Betty was in the room!”
“Would you like to be kissed? Properly kissed?”
“But who— What? You—”
“Yes, me. May I kiss you?” Dinah put her needlework down on the side table and slid along the sofa to the end where Caroline sat.
Caroline’s hands dropped to the sofa. With no objection forthcoming, very gently, Dinah turned Caroline’s head toward her and kissed those ripe pink lips. Softly, gently, sweetly, but with enough heat and passion to warm their lips. Very soon, Caroline responded, one hand reaching up to rest on Dinah’s arm.
Caroline’s lips softened under Dinah’s caress, and Dinah licked along the seam, urging her to open her mouth. Caroline did, and Dinah’s tongue slipped inside, very gently running along Caroline’s teeth and all around the warm wet cavern.
Dinah’s hands firmed on Caroline’s head, tilting it slightly as her tongue thrust into the younger woman’s mouth.
Caroline groaned and responded more passionately, kissing back with enthusiasm.
Dinah increased the heat by sucking a little on Caroline’s tongue pulsing in and out before retreating again.
Caroline melted into Dinah, leaning against the older woman and holding both her shoulders as she returned the kisses very passionately now.
Deliberately, Dinah took one hand off Caroline’s head and placed her palm against Caroline’s breast, smoothing it up and over the nipple. A nipple that was standing up, a hard, excited little peak.
Caroline’s tongue delved into Dinah’s mouth, exploring the roof, the sides, the teeth. Dinah responded by sucking on it as her hand slid down inside the bodice of Caroline’s gown, hot on her flesh, to rub the globe of her breast and tweak the nipple between her fingers.
“I... Oh... More,” gasped Caroline, then returned to kissing Dinah, her arms now grasping the older woman firmly.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Now Available as an Audio Book! The Past's Promise, Erotic M/M Time Travel Romance

Now Available as an Audio Book!


Erotic M/M Time Travel Romance
by Linda Mooney
Writing as Carolyn Gregg
Narrated by Guy Veryzer

She found the ultimate love of her life in another time...and as a man.

Jessie Wharton is a teacher in the twenty-first century. Or at least she was.

Taking her history class to visit the ruins of a historic fort in west Texas, the scorching heat turned her world upside down.

Suddenly, nothing was the way it was supposed to be. She was no longer Jessie Wharton. She was Jesse Webster. She wasn't a teacher. She was a private in the US Army stationed at Fort Callaghan, a completely functional outpost. And it was 1867.

Worse, she wasn't a she any longer. She was a man. A man who was finding himself falling in love with a fellow soldier named Martin Parrish.

Together, they discovered love in the scorching Texas heat, in a time when the merest breath of homosexuality was enough to have the accused whipped to death...if the native Indians didn't scalp them first.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Hot August Comes by KC Kendricks

available at Amber Allure

Leo Corbin shook the dust of Westfall off his shoes to pursue opportunities among the bright city lights. When his mother suddenly dies, Leo returns home to settle her estate. His grief at her passing quickly turns to shock at what she left behind and rekindles old questions about the identity of his father.

Harrison Wade stuck by his father to help run the family farm. Life for a gay man in Westfall has limitations, but Harrison knows how to make the best of them. When Leo Corbin returns to town, Harrison’s quiet existence tilts. Leo is the guy who put an end to the high school bullying Harrison endured so many years ago. Harrison quickly discovers his old boyhood crush on Leo has matured into an adult attraction.

As the mercury rises, Harrison and Leo’s friendly buddy arrangement heats up. When hot August comes to Westfall, they discover home is more than where a man hangs his hat. It’s where he gives his heart.


Harrison slid off the bench to kneel in front of Leo. He ran his hands up the inside of Leo’s thighs to coax him to spread his knees. Harrison unzipped Leo’s pants and slipped his hand inside the fly to stroke Leo’s cock. Leo stretched and unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his ass and pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His heavy erection jutted straight at Harrison. He wished he could get a better look, but it was too dark. He fisted Leo’s shaft and slowly stroked.

About eight inches. Cut. Sufficient girth. Harrison judged Leo’s dick to be perfectly proportioned to his body, not that it mattered to him. A guy had what a guy had to work with and that was that. It probably made Leo happy about his endowment, though. Harriosn smiled up at him.

“Nice cock, Leo. Not too big, not too small.”

Leo grinned. “I’ve found it to be just right. It gets the job done.”

“I’ll just bet it does.” Harrison pulled Leo in for another kiss.

Leo’s tongue licked over his as his hand covered Harrison’s and urged his fingers to a different position. Harrison surged upward as Leo pushed him down and back but they both ended up on the ground with Leo on top. Leo flexed his hips against Harrison, which prompted him to end the kiss.

“Not in the dirt, Leo. I don’t think it’s right.”

“It’s fine, Harrison.” Leo claimed his mouth again. Harrison met him in the kiss, teasing and nibbling on Leo’s lips until Leo rolled off him. “You got a better idea?”

“Yeah, city boy. I do. Wait here.” Harrison got to his feet and shoved his hand down the front of his jeans to adjust his rigid dick to a more comfortable position. Leo snickered at him.

“Oh, let me fix that for you.”

“Three minutes and it’s all yours.” Harrison stepped over to his truck and flipped the seat forward. Damn, he hoped this thing still worked. He sensed Leo at his back.

“What the fuck is in the duffel, Harrison?”

“Air mattress.” Harrison tossed the mattress into the bed of the pickup, connected the fitting to the little pump, and plugged the pump into the cigarette lighter. “Press the button on the pump, Leo.”

A hum filled the air. Leo rubbed his ass cheek. “It’s working and I’m getting naked.”

Harrison thought that was a splendid idea. He walked around the pickup and opened the tailgate so he could give the air mattress a good yank to position it. Leo was busy draping his clothes over the side of the truck bed so Harrison hurried to catch up. The pump cut off and he closed the valve and disconnected the pump. Leo was already flat on his back on the mattress staring at the stars. In the dim light his dick looked dark against his paler abdomen.

Naked, Harrison hopped onto the tailgate and crawled up beside Leo. He rocked back on his knees and fondled his balls to ease the tightness.

“Now, where were we?”
Leo lifted his hand with his fingers curled, and made a rapid stroking motion. “Hand job, I think. Simple stuff.”

Harrison had hoped for a blowjob but trading hands was likely the better idea. And he could still get a quick taste of the man. He curled over Leo and licked his cock from tip to base. Leo moaned and said a breathy “yes,” but Harrison stretched out beside him.

He almost didn’t want to kiss Leo again and get zapped by the weird electricity that arced between them when their lips touched. What the hell was that, anyway? Pheromones? Harrison shivered.

He’d read about those and they could trick a man. He wasn’t about to fall prey to them. They were both going to get their rocks off and move on. Leo would be gone in a few days. End of story. Harrison rolled to face Leo and kissed the top of the man’s shoulder. Leo shifted onto his side and wrapped his fingers around Harrison’s hard-on.

Harrison slipped his thigh between Leo’s as Leo rested his knee on Harrison’s hip. He pressed his palm to Leo’s belly and caressed his way down to Leo’s firm sac. In response, Leo leaned in and kissed him.

Harrison forgot to breathe for a moment. They inched closer, chest-to-chest, leaving just enough room to maintain a good rhythm on each other. What they did to each other was simple and familiar but more exciting being done by another hand.

available at Amber Allure

KC Kendricks