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2012-02-13T00:24:00.000-05:00

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Eye of the Beholder by KC Kendricks

2012-02-05T16:59:00.000-05:00

New today!
February 5, 2012

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Contemporary gay romance
available now at Amber Allure
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/EyeBeholder.html

Some neighbors share more than others...

Andy Madison is city born and bred. Filling in for a friend at a coffee shop, Andy meets Ben Hardin and sparks fly. They spend a long, lazy Sunday afternoon together to get to know each other, and when they decide to let nature take its course, they go to Ben’s cozy apartment.

Ben’s taking his time becoming acclimated to his new life in the big city. He’s got a great job he loves, he’s making new friends, and his starter apartment has the most incredible views a young man could dream of. Ben’s discovered there’s more to admire than the arts, music and architecture. All he has to do is look out his window and across the narrow alley.

Andy thinks he’s seen it all living in the Big Apple, but what he spies through Ben’s window is something that can only be enjoyed by the eye of the beholder...

INTRO:

I'd chosen to sleep on the side of the bed beside the one and only window in the apartment. It might have made a different decision if the window faced east, but it didn't. I peered out through the streaky glass at the glow of the city lights and wondered if I'd someday make enough money to have a real view. The surprising, and scary, answer to that musing was I actually might. My employer recognized my talent.

I was just about to tuck my toes under the sheet when for no real reason a movement on the other side of the narrow alley drew my attention. I yawned as the lights in the apartment across the way and down a story went out. The lower half of the window rose about six to eight inches and a pair of male hands set a block to keep it from falling closed. The hands, now unseen, pushed the sheer curtains apart to allow what little breeze stirred this night entrance to his room. Naked, he flopped down on his bed, his back arched as he stretched his arms over his head.

Why I didn't crawl between the sheets and go to sleep will forever remain a mystery. I never aspired to be a peeping Tommy. I might watch a little gay porn now and again, but what poor deprived country boy hadn't resorted to the joys of the Internet to get by until they could find a real man? That didn't make me a pervert. Unlike a few of the tricks I'd had since arriving in lower Manhattan, I didn't even like to have sex in public places. But in the blink of an eye I became a voyeur.

EXCERPT:

...Andy was sorta cute. I could invite him to a movie this afternoon and see what he said. It was one sure way to find out which team he batted for. “When do you get off, Andy?”

A smile played at his lips as he cocked his head to the left and raised his eyebrow. “Usually about midnight every night, one way or the other.”

I bet I looked stupid with my mouth hanging open. A wide grin split his face, then he laughed, a low, happy sound that said he was pleased to have rendered me speechless. Andy sobered, at least a little.

“Are you attempting to ask me out?”

I gripped my coffee cup for dear life as I gathered my wits. “I’m not sure now. I think you might need to go home and get some sleep.”

He leaned forward and brushed his knuckles across mine. “I don’t like to sleep alone, Ben.”

The smooth, silky way he said my name made me shiver, but I’m sure he intended that I would. Heart thudding unevenly in my chest, I met his gaze.

“Me neither, Andy, and I happen to be free around midnight.” I didn’t add that if we went to my place I’d make damn sure my curtains were safety-pinned closed.

He leaned forward again. “Tell you what. Give me your cell phone number and I’ll call you when my shift is finally over.”

“That’ll work. We can figure out what happens between now and midnight then.”

Andy smiled and shoved the rest of his muffin in his mouth as another customer hustled in out of the rain.

“Be right with you,” he called out as he stood. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, but I’ll call. Swear.”

“I need to head home to make myself all sexy, so you do what you have to do.”

He flashed me a parting grin and slipped behind the counter, then schmoozed with the new arrival. It was in my mind to wait a while before leaving, but the rain suddenly eased. Within minutes, the coffee shop was full of people. I cleared the little table and made a strategic exit. I saw no point in trying to distract him from his work just to say goodbye. A certain level of maturity was called for in these situations, or so I told myself.

On the other hand, I had a hookup for today that had a lot of potential. Andy was a friendly, charming fellow. Maybe I’d end up with a fuck buddy, which would be fine with me. What lonely fellow on his own in the big, bad city couldn’t use one of those from time-to-time?

As predicted, the rain kicked the humidity up yet another notch. Everything from the streetlights to the trees to building canopies dripped, but my trusty umbrella kept my newspaper dry. The apartment was stifling when I opened the door, but then the air conditioning cycled on. I toed off my shoes and settled at the table to finish my almost cold coffee and leaf through the paper. If Andy did call, I didn’t want to spend the entire day in bed.

Unless, of course, he could get it up more times in an afternoon than I was capable of doing. That would be a game changer, not to mention it would impress the hell out of me.

The paper yielded a few possible activities. I circled them, put on a fresh pot of coffee, and took a fast shower. It was almost eleven o’clock when Andy finally called. He wanted to dash home for a shower and suggested we meet at the Port Authority Bus Terminal on 42nd Street at one o’clock.

There was a movie he wanted to see, his treat, then we could get an early dinner, nothing fancy, my treat. After that, we’d see how the evening shaped up. It sounded like a perfect afternoon, and I quickly agreed.

It didn’t take long for me to get nervous. I liked Andy and I didn’t want to screw up a simple date, but what if he was the clingy sort? I wasn’t looking for forever, just a good time tonight. If I got a different vibe from him, I’d have to make my intentions clear without hurting his feelings.

Nothing like getting ahead of myself. Jeez. And to keep from doing it again, I decided to wear a white T-shirt and jeans. Simple, yet sexy, with the message today was about fun.

Or maybe something else was already in the cards.

Andy greeted me with a kiss...

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
ISBN:978-1-61124-243-0
Contemporary gay romance
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Truth or Dare, by Brenda Williamson

2012-01-19T00:01:00.009-05:00

Truth Or Dare

by Brenda Williamson

Available from: Amber Quill Press / Amber Heat
ISBN: 978-1-61124-222-5

Caught up in a game of Truth or Dare, Laura finds herself in a nightclub, dressed in next to nothing, and nervously awaiting her turn to perform in a pole dancing contest. To make matters worse, her old boyfriend, handsome Mark Cantrell, appears at the club with his new bride. Upset by long-buried emotions, Laura wants to run for home, yet jealously roots her in place.

When a twist is thrown into the competition and Laura has to have a man perform with her, Mark actually volunteers to be her partner. From that point, Laura struggles with the right and wrong of seducing a married man, especially when Mark abandons his wife into his brother’s care and offers to drive her home.

Desperate to feel loved once more, will Laura lose the battle with her conscience?

EXCERPT:

...I slapped my hand down on the wood surface as if I were blind to seeing a sheet of paper. “Where is it?” I cried weakly, looking up and down the bar, spotting nothing except beer bottles and drinking glasses on small white napkins.

“What are you looking for?” Bev asked.

“That entry sheet. I’ve change my mind.”

“You can’t change your mind. They’ve already taken that paper away and given it to Paul to make the announcements.”

A round of loud hooting and hollering forced me to glance at the stage. Meg’s beaming smile showed how well she felt she had performed. In my mind, she was already a winner.

“Here, drink this.” Bev shoved a small glass into my hand.

I gulped down the whiskey shot while looking at Mark. He had that “aw shucks, anyone could have done it” expression he always had after an amazing catch during a high school football game.

Then his gaze landed on me. His expression changed.

Turn away. Turn away. Turn away. I couldn’t.

Trapped by the happy twinkle in his blues eyes and a smile that seemed meant for only me, I stood helpless. That old feeling of love had me in its clutches. Was Mark experiencing the same sort of déjà vu? He stared at me with a similar spellbound stillness like an animal trapped by the lights of oncoming traffic. Then he went further with his intense look. He stripped me naked, not literally, but thoroughly. His gaze rolled downward as he traced the rim of his lips with his tongue. He paused at my breasts. Did he see my nipples harden, denting out the fabric of my bikini top? I put a hand to my chest as I took a deep breath. The feel of my denim jacket reminded me he couldn’t see what I was wearing underneath. It didn’t mean I didn’t imagine the feel of his tongue pressed against my breast, massaging the ache in the stiffened tips.

Trembling, I squeezed my knees together to fend off the sharp twitches releasing moisture and damping my panties. It was awful the way he had the capability to stir an orgasm from me with his lustful perusal of my body.

“Do you see the way he’s eyeing you?” Bev whispered. “That’s not the kind of look a married man gives another woman, if he’s in love with his wife.”

I had noticed. My heart rate had elevated several notches. I struggled to breathe evenly. More importantly, I tried to remember how to act normal. “Who?” I asked, thinking pretending ignorance might get a grip on my sanity...

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Brenda Williamson
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Nathan's Angel by Melissa Bradley

2012-01-18T13:36:00.001-05:00

What could be sexier than a werewolf and an angel? Here's a little taste of my very first m/m erotic romance, Nathan's Angel. Enjoy!

Sometimes, the laws of Heaven were meant to be broken…

When his soul mate is stolen from Paradise and reincarnated, Ramiel, angel of death and transformation, defies Celestial Law to find out why. As punishment for his crime, he is banished to Earth in human form without his powers. His only hope lies in recovering the grace he lost in his fall from the Divine Realm…

Nathan, a beta werewolf, knows all too well what it’s like to be vulnerable and at the mercy of unfair people and situations. He is considered weak in the eyes of the alphas of his pack. Ramiel literally falling into his life changes him. Determined to help the sexy angel, he takes charge of the situation and to his surprise, begins to exhibit some rather alpha behavior…

As they search, a white hot, forbidden fire ignites between them, an inferno that sets them ablaze, fusing them body and mind. A passion that makes them question everything they’ve ever known. But when Ramiel’s grace is found, will they have the strength to let each other go?

Excerpt

The angel stiffened and bowed his head. “I do not know what overcame me. I am weakened and in a form I have not taken in millennia. I have no control, I…” He trailed off, exhaling sharply.

Nathan tugged at Ramiel until the angel turned to face him. “No matter what you are, you’re human now and close quarters plus attraction equals lust, desire, whatever you want to call it. Trust me. I’m half human and half animal, if anyone can understand, it’s me. ‘Your reaction was quite understandable.’” A half smile quirked the side of Ramiel’s mouth as Nathan repeated the angel’s own words back to him. Apparently not all humor was lost on the angel, then.

He stared at Nathan through the gold silk of his bangs and Nathan’s chest went tight. Without thought, he reached up to palm Ramiel’s cheeks. The lost look in his eyes hit Nathan deep and he was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him, to ease the loneliness Ramiel must surely be feeling, exiled from his own kind. He raised up, tilting his head…

Ramiel’s mouth crashed onto his, a hungry, elemental force that caught him by surprise. Pent-up need emanated from Ramiel and Nathan speared his fingers through Ramiel’s hair, dragging the angel deeper into the kiss, letting him know it was all right, that he could take whatever Ramiel had to give.

With a low growl, Ramiel hauled Nathan tight against his big body, his hands grabbing Nathan’s ass. Ramiel’s tongue licked along Nathan’s lips, then plunged deep inside, stroking and twining with Nathan’s.

Ramiel’s taste was a wild kaleidoscope of flavor. Spicy and sweet with a hint of the meaty burger he had just eaten. It teased at the back of Nathan’s mind, a long forgotten treasure rediscovered. Pleasure overrode any more coherent thought like a tsunami and Nathan was swept up in its wake, drowning in sensation. His erection pulsed behind his zipper, a primitive, throbbing heat that tightened his balls.

Nathan wanted nothing more than to be skin to skin with Ramiel, exploring every plane and hollow of him. He needed to be closer, with no barrier between them.

Ramiel groaned, stumbled and the two of them nearly toppled over. Nathan clutched him, balanced on his feet and averted disaster. He locked eyes with Ramiel, their breath coming in rough gasps, and noted the pallor of the angel’s skin beneath the sex flush.

“Come on. I think we need to get you into bed for some serious rest.”

Ramiel stroked a finger along Nathan’s jaw, with a banked fire in the silvery depths of his eyes. Nathan regretted saying a thing.

"I have no desire to sleep. I prefer very much to continue what has begun.”

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A Cat Named Hercules by KC Kendricks

2012-01-15T14:40:00.000-05:00

A CAT NAMED HERCULES
contemporary gay romance
available now at
Amber Allure

New in town, Shiloh Rudy joins a group of civic-minded volunteers to better acquaint himself with his recently adopted community. It’s a good way to make friends, network, and help make a difference, not to mention perhaps meet someone interesting—in a romantic sort of way. The one thing Shiloh didn’t expect was a love to rival all others to come with four white paws.

Gale Widmyer is on his feet and moving forward after piecing his life back together following a series of wrong choices. The one bright spot in his existence, even in his darkest moments, was the fulfillment of his dream to become a veterinarian. Gale’s making good on a promise to himself when an abandoned kitten leads him to Shiloh Rudy and a chance at the happiness he never hoped to have.

Laying the cornerstone for a developing relationship comes easy for Shiloh and Gale. But the wounds of the past often remain unhealed at their deepest point. A few careless words erect a wall of silence between the two men, one Shiloh has to breach if he hopes to win Gale back. But it will take more than apologies to win Gale’s forgiveness and put old fears to rest. It’ll take a cat named Hercules...

INTRO:

…The abrupt weaning I understood, but the other? Who would do that to such a helpless creature? “Then I’m keeping him.”

“In that case, your kitten has fleas, ear mites, and a touch of conjunctivitis. He’s also under nourished and almost surely has worms.”

My heart pounded as I snatched the kitten from Galen’s hands and tucked him safely against my chest. “Is he going to die?”

Galen pushed his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head and grinned at me. I fell into his gorgeous hazel eyes as he stared into my sky blue orbs with open curiosity. Damn, the man had long eyelashes.

“He’ll be fine. Do you think we can finish our chores here this morning, or do we need to go straight to my clinic so I can treat him and fix you up with what you need?” He poked the kitten’s paw and those tiny, wicked claws popped out again. “You’re in for a real treat with this little guy.”

I’d go anywhere he asked me to go, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. “Oh? Why is that?”

“They call cats with these black and white markings a ‘tuxedo’ because, obviously, they look like they’re wearing one. This fellow has the added bonus of white ‘gloves.’ Tuxedos tend to have a lot of personality.” Galen squeezed my elbow. I thought his hand lingered a moment too long, but perhaps it was just wishful thinking.

“C’mon. I’ll tell the other work crew they’ll have to finish pulling up these bricks and we’ll go to the clinic.”

“Thanks, man. I owe you.”

I knew I was in two kinds of trouble when he nodded and grinned. “I’m afraid you will…”

EXCERPT

...Gale opened his front door and moved back so I could step inside. Complimenting his choice of attire required breathing, and he’d knocked the air right out of me. Black slacks, a maroon-and-black long sleeved knit shirt in a classic argyle pattern, and loafers had never affected me like this before. I managed to speak the inane phrase.

“Wow. You look great.”

He smiled at me as he closed the door. “Thanks. So do you.”

Gale reached for me, then stopped. I hated to see his uncertainty. It was more proof he needed to do some living before he got serious about anyone, including me. I smiled and closed the distance between us, slipping my arms around his waist. Our lower bodies touched, then he leaned into me. His lips opened as my mouth covered his, and I tasted the cinnamon freshness of chewing gum recently disposed of. He pulled away.

“What? You’re grinning.”

“I am. I just learned what gum you like.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re a little nuts, aren’t you?”

I was nuts about him, but I couldn’t say the words aloud. “I’m no more crazy than the next guy.” I kissed him again, enjoying the connection between us.

Gale deepened the kiss and my body responded with a delicious jolt of arousal that sent heat all the way to my toes. My cock swelled, eager to convince to me to forget dinner and go hungry this evening. Gale rested his forehead on my shoulder.

“I could get all stupid and say we should forget dinner and just go to bed.”

I ran my hands over his back, feeling the lines and planes of the lean body under the soft shirt. Was he hard, too? I cupped his ass to steady him and pressed my pelvis tightly to his.

“We’re at the same level of ‘stupid,’ but we’ve got to eat.” I squeezed his butt. “Don’t we?”

His stomach rumbled, and we laughed. I loved being able to laugh with him. He kissed me with those cinnamon-flavored lips again, then released me. “I am hungry, Shiloh. Let me get a jacket.”

“We have time for a quickie, you know.” Damn. I shouldn’t have said that. The sharp interest in his shining gaze was total agreement. He grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the oak stairs.

“Nice place you have here.”

“Don’t try and change the subject. Remember, I’ve been deprived. I have to make up for lost time.”

I barely noticed his bedroom. We’d both dressed for each other with such care and now clothing flew in all directions. His hands brushed across my chest, cool with excitement, then he turned away. Gale yanked the bedspread down and jerked open a drawer in the large bookcase headboard and tossed condoms and lube onto the pale blue sheet. I grabbed his hips and bumped my pelvis to his ass.

“No time for that.” I planted my left knee on the bed, held on tight to him, and rolled us onto the mattress. “Hand job. Then we get some food into us so we can come back and do it better.”

He grunted as he broke free of my grasp and crawled up to the pillows. “I guess we can leave our socks on, huh?”

“Yep.” I knelt over him. Gale laughed and caressed the inside of my thighs. I shivered, but not with cold. My sac tingled and drew tight to my body as he cupped it.

“Tell me you don’t plan to shoot all over me again.”

I grinned and flopped down beside him. “Not tonight, at least.”

“What do you plan to do to me?” He shifted to face me.

I rolled onto my side and fisted his hard dick.

“Just this right now...”

A CAT NAMED HERCULES
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-234-8
contemporary gay romance available now at
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KC Kendricks
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New Release - AND THE CAT CAME BACK - m/m contemporary adult

2012-01-15T12:35:00.003-05:00

And The Cat Came Back
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-232-4 (Electronic)
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/AndCatCameBack.html
Home renovator Seth Lawley is ready to settle down if the right man comes along, but he’s cautious. He believes he who hesitates saves himself a whole lot of heartbreak.
Grant Kenyon, on the other hand, is ready to take a chance. He figures anyone who hesitates when it comes to grabbing what he wants from life risks losing out.
Foofuss, Grant’s bossy, matchmaking Persian cat, has decided his master needs company and Seth is it...that’s if he can figure out the perfect plan to bring the two of them together.
Excerpt:
...I figured my best chance of exposing the ghost was to spend tonight and however many other nights it took, camped out at Sweet Briar. I’d leave my truck far enough away so it wouldn’t be noticed, and go in and out via the back door.
I got there a little after eight. There was no SUV or any other type of vehicle parked along that stretch of the road, so I settled down to wait. Over the next few hours, a number of different vehicles appeared. Some stopped to let off a passenger or pick someone up, and some just kept on going, but none of them parked.
At midnight, I gave up and went in search of my sleeping bag. The power was supposed to be turned back on today, but there was a message on voice mail to the effect it wouldn’t be happening until tomorrow. In the meantime, the house felt cold and damp, and I was freezing my butt off.
Between a shaft of moonlight shining through the kitchen window and a hazard light I kept in the truck, I managed to find the flask of hot coffee I’d brought with me and set up my bed for the night.
I was about to take off my work boots and settle down when I heard a faint scratching on the glass.
I didn’t need to guess who it was; I knew. And sure enough, when I went over to the window, there was Foo, sitting on an old wooden box, glaring in at me from the other side. His mouth was going a mile a minute, demanding to be let in.
For a brief moment, I considered ignoring him. But then he cocked his head to one side and mouthed a silent, Pleeeease. He looked so damn cute I gave up.
I opened the back door. “You want to come in?”
He made a noise somewhere between a growl and hrmph, jumped down from the box and headed away along the side of the house. At the corner, he stopped and looked back, his big tail twitching back and forth as if to say, Move it man. I’m waiting.
“You want me to take you home?”
He disappeared around the corner. I followed and found him waiting in the middle of the driveway. He continued on to the street, turned toward home and then hesitated again.
It was clear he wanted me to follow him home, and I wondered why? I knew animals were capable of amazing things, and I wondered if something was wrong with Grant. Had he hurt himself, and Foo was out, looking for help?
But in that case, how did he get out? Or was he out and couldn’t get back in?
I grabbed Foo, hurried over to Grant’s house and pressed the buzzer. There were lights on, but since I couldn’t hear anything, I pounded on the door, praying he was okay.
The hall light came, and I heard Grant’s voice saying “Okay, okay, I’m here. What’s the problem?” Then the rattle of the safety chain as he opened the door.
He was still dressed, but he looked sleepy with his hair all ruffled up. And I hadn’t seen him wearing glasses before. The oblong-shaped, dark-rimmed glasses made him look cute and sexy, and…
I released my breath in a soft whoosh, put Foo down and wrapped my arms around him, virtually in one quick motion. “Thank God you’re okay! When Foo showed up and started scratching on the window, I thought… Never mind what I thought.”
He laughed and hugged me back. “As you can see, I’m fine. I was waiting for Foo to come home so I could lock up. I guess I fell asleep. More to the point, what are you doing out here at this hour?”
“I, umm…” I remembered, belatedly, the door was still open. I looked down and there was Foo, gazing up at the two of us with a smug, gotcha expression on his furry face. Unless I was very much mistaken, getting the two of us together had been the reason for his visit. “Would you believe looking for ghosts?”
“Ghosts? Hmm…” Grant’s hands slid down my back and he pulled me closer. I groaned softly as my cock reacted. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I gave in to what had been in the cards since the moment our eyes first met over at Sweet Briar...
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New Release! Together / Diana DeRicci (Christmas)

2011-12-22T18:18:00.000-05:00

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

Blurb:
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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Excerpt:

“Okay, bend yourknees a little more. That’s it.”

Isaac wasn’t asconfident, but if Shawn said he was doing okay, he guessed he’d listen.

“We’ll start onthe easy slopes and warm us both up.”

Isaac smiled,though it felt tight, doubting it hid his nervousness. “Sure you don’t want tojust go ahead and knock out one of the harder slopes and let me watch from thebottom?” He eyed the snow ahead of them, all that white, and swallowed. Itlooked far less intimidating on the other side of his room window, or at thebottom of the lifts, or from anywhere but at the top.

“Nope. I told youI’d help you figure this out, and I will.” Shawn braced his poles, bendingclose to whisper into Isaac’s ear. “The best part is the hot tub tonight. Justremember that,” he purred. Then he had the balls to kiss Isaac’s cheek.

Isaac almost fellon his ass right then and there.

“Not fair,” hegrowled. The shiver that raced over him had absolutely nothing to do with thefrigid temperatures.

Shawn’s laugh wascarefree. He lowered his goggles. “Nice and easy, glide, and keep your kneesbent like you were earlier. I’m right here for you.”

Isaac checked hispoles, positioned his goggles and with a slow and stiff attempt, followedShawn.

They’d practicedfor over an hour that morning already, when Shawn had deemed him bunny slopeready. Isaac wasn’t so sure. One trip in the dark ages didn’t equate to a hellof a lot of experience for him.

Though watchingShawn’s fluid grace made up for a lot of his own misgivings. The man wasincredible on skis. Lithe strength and flexibility. Isaac could even imagineShawn slicing through the air, doing flips and three-sixties that would makemany eat their hearts out. He’d have to ask if he knew those kinds ofmaneuvers.

“Isaac!”

He focused hisattention forward and managed to change direction, whooshing out a breath ashis body and his skis complied. Those trees looked a lot thicker and morepainful than the snow.

Shawn glided upand steadied him with a firm hold. “You okay?” Shawn brought them both to astop, raising his goggles to get a clear inspection of Isaac. “Remember youhave to lean to turn, right? Use your ski edges.”

“Yeah. Just…” Hecouldn’t quite meet Shawn’s probing gaze. The only saving grace: He knew thecold rouging his cheeks hid his embarrassment. “My fault.”

Shawn reached upand lifted Isaac’s goggles, Shawn’s eyes sparkling with sunlight and mirth. “Ifyou were thinking about my ass, then we’re both guilty.” His sexy mouthbroadened into a huge grin. “And it feels so good to finally be able to evensay that.”

Isaac barked agroaned laugh. “I know. And yes, utterly and completely guilty, but I promiseto pay better attention to my feet and where I’m going.”

“Good man,” Shawnreplied with total understanding. “You’re doing great, by the way. Just don’tzone out. There’s always a chance of something you’re not ready for.”

Isaac nodded andlowered his goggles. “Ready when you are.” Shawn did the same and pushed off tomove at a crawl, looking over his shoulder, waiting for Isaac to follow him andcatch up.

The rest of the run went easily and withoutany more near misses. But it didn’t stop him from sneaking peeks at Shawnregardless.

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

2011-12-15T17:37:00.000-05:00

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Cut Glass: Jewels, Book 2 - Ruby

An erotic urban fantasy romance novel
by Linda Mooney

from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

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.

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

2011-12-13T17:48:00.000-05:00

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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.

Excerpt:

"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.

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Excerpt: Surrender Love - Kayelle Allen

2011-12-11T12:01:00.000-05:00

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?

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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."
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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
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NIGHT TRAIN TO VENICE - Genesis of Carolina's Current Work In Progress

2011-12-07T16:21:00.002-05:00

I wanted to write a vampire. Like warm honey, the idea floated in the back of my mind without ever reaching my keyboard. Some day, I promised myself, I would write a vampire.

Over a year later, I agreed to write a novella for THAT'S AMORE!, an AmberPax™ collection of stories related in some way to Italy. A story about what, I wondered? Cleaning out a cupboard containing old vinyls, I saw the song title Night Train. Suddenly, there was the title to my story.

NIGHT TRAIN TO NAPLES was a catchy alliteration, but was there one? Yes! There is a night train from Rome to Naples. So, who would be riding on it and why?

I could almost taste that warm honey of a thought I'd had almost two years earlier--cloaked in darkness, a vampire would be riding that train. Seven hundred years as one of the undead had tamed the blond, emerald-eyed Greek--turned when he was an arrogant wild young man sewing his oats. Alexandros Nicolaides was now a New Orleans diamond courier seeking a new account from the prince of the Southern Italy vampires for his American boss.

And he was being followed.

NIGHT TRAIN TO NEW ORLEANS

When I was writing my first novel, a romantic suspense, an author in my critique group asked, "Who hates your heroine?"

Those words echoed in my thoughts for the Naples piece. Who hated my gorgeous powerful Greek vampire enough to try to kill him and Dante, his human Italian lover? Giacomo, that's who--a jealous, discarded lover whom Alex had now humiliated in front of his peers.

The story ends with Giacomo in the wind. It wasn't a conscious decision by me, it was just the way my characters' story evolved. Dante has agreed to give up his job in Italy and join Alexandros in his home in New Orleans. Now the story will move there.

Research revealed you have to fly from London to New Orleans, and all flights arrive in daylight. To bring Dante to Alex in the evening, I had to create a storm forcing his plane to reroute to Baton Rouge--because that's where I found an international airport and a night train to New Orleans.

For some reason, a Prussian vampire--turned in his early forties--is Alex's co-courier in "Nawlins." Don't ask me where he came from because I have no idea. He's more level headed and draws less attention than the elegant Alexandros. As this story ends, the problem of Giacomo has been settled, but I wasn't ready to let go of these characters, and readers were asking for more.

With other writing commitments to Amber Quill Press completed, I've begun the third novella in this series. The three will appear together in paperback when this next story is released in Spring 2012...

NIGHT TRAIN TO VENICE

You might have guessed that I love history. New Orleans is a fabulous historic city in the United States. Venice is one of the most unique cities in the world. Built in the 10th century in a lagoon off the Adriatic Sea, it's an historic treasure trove of architecture and art. It conjures up pictures of palazzi, Mardi Gras, and of colorful hatted gondoliers pushing tourists through narrow canals in black gondolas trimmed in gold. Visitors must either walk or take watercraft to move about the city. Cars aren't allowed. There are also dark byways--perfect settings for a suspense.

I knew it could be reached by train. But the crucial question was: Is there a night train? You guessed it--one runs from Rome to Venice. Yay!

Renowned mystery writer Agatha Christie was once marooned on this train in a blizzard. Later, she used it in one of her Hercule Poirot stories. It was first built in 1883, and I thought it had been destroyed. But right now, my characters are ready to disembark the historic and refurbished Simplon-Orient-Express at the Venice station and step out into their latest adventure, which I think, at this point, may go something like this:

"Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend, but for a courier the next delivery may invite death: Someone is robbing and killing couriers of precious gems and metals.

To secure Dante Rocco’s safety when he leaves New Orleans on a major delivery and return pick up, the CEO of Global Diamond Couriers assigns the two staff immortals as his bodyguards—Alexandros Nicolaides, Dante’s lover, and their middle-aged friend, Malcolm Müller. When they board the night train, Malcolm is welcomed by Rick, a hot, younger man assigned as his steward. Nick seems to know way too much about the trio, and when he leaves the train at the same stop they do, Malcolm is tempted to engage in a whirlwind affair with him. But can he be sure Nick is who he claims to be... After all, someone is killing couriers of precious stones and metals.

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Stacy & Levi - Contemporary gay romance

2011-12-03T20:46:00.000-05:00

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
Available now at
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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.

EXCERPT:

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?”

SHINING VICTORY
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NO ONE BUT YOU
Contemporary m/m romance available at
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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.

EXCERPT

“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.”

NO ONE BUT YOU
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Give Me One Night by KC Kendricks

2011-11-20T10:37:00.000-05:00

GIVE ME ONE NIGHT
Contemporary gay romance
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Blurb:

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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EXCERPT

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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GIVE ME ONE NIGHT
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Loving Someone Extraordinary by K.M. Mahoney

2011-11-20T04:38:00.001-05:00

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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.

Excerpt:
“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.

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

2011-11-13T12:13:00.001-05:00

Copyright © 2011 Carolina Valdez
Cover Art © 2011 Trace Edward Zaber
ISBN-13:978-1-601124-204-1
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.

THE STORY

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?

A SALACIOUS EXCERPT

...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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Double Deuce by KC Kendricks

2011-10-16T20:55:00.000-04:00

DOUBLE DEUCE
Contemporary gay romance mystery
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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.

INTRO:

“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.’”

“Relationship?”

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?”

EXCERPT

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?

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

2011-10-16T12:15:00.000-04:00

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.

Carolina

Copyright 2007 Carolina Valdez
Cover Art Copyright 2007 Trace Edward Zaber
ISBN-13:978-1-60272-008-4

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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?

EXCERPT

“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...

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New Release: Red Satin Chistmas, trans lesbian erotic romance

2011-10-14T15:00:00.001-04:00

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?

Excerpt:

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
herself.

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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MISSING, PRESUMED DEAD

2011-10-02T14:47:00.003-04:00

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

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

2011-09-30T11:38:00.000-04:00

DEEP

An Erotic Sci-Fi Romance Novella
From Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=5&products_id=607
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.

KC Kendricks - Highway Nights

2011-09-17T08:51:00.000-04:00

New release - September 3, 2011

HIGHWAY NIGHTS
Erotic contemporary gay romance
Now available at Amber Allure
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/HighwayNights.html

Garrett Webb has a five-point plan for starting his own business. To keep it on track, he takes a second job and settles into the evening delivery run between Owensville and Mt. Franklin. The solitude of being on the road clears his head and enables him to chart a better future for himself. When a foggy night sends him to the safety of The Downshift Diner and its owner, Oliver Sanderson, that future takes an unforeseen turn.

Oliver Sanderson enjoys a quiet life along the lonely stretch of highway that’s home to his diner. The road brings all manner of interesting souls to his door. When Garrett Webb steps out of the fog seeking shelter, his openness and honesty draws Oliver’s interest. He’s ready to take the next step, but needs to be cautious. Trouble is coming to the diner, and Oliver wants Garrett clear of it.

Good intentions can’t hold out against their budding attraction. Garrett makes the diner a regular stop during his nightly run, and the men get better acquainted. But Garrett’s past isn’t done with him. In a single heart-stopping moment, Garrett is forced to a decision that risks Oliver’s life – one that could forever end their highway nights.

INTRO:

Oliver settled in the booth and stared across the table. “You gonna tell me why you’re really here?”

“I told you. Food and conversation.”

The young man didn’t bat an eye. Oliver had a good sense about men, and it said Garrett was interested in a lot more than talk. He saw no point in calling the fellow on it, not yet. It could be Garrett didn’t consciously realize what he wanted. Life handed you moments like that, and Oliver had had his fair share of them. But if the lad wanted talk, he’d be glad to get the ball rolling.

“All right, then. I’ll be nosey and start our chat. So why are you working two jobs? A young fellow like you should be out clubbing every night.”

“My five-point plan suffered a setback. I’m working to recoup some losses.”

“Boyfriend?”

Garrett sighed. “Not any longer.”

And, no doubt, the ex-boyfriend was reason the five-point plan had been derailed. It usually was. Oliver could say he’d been there and done that, too, but he’d wait to see if Garrett asked first. He didn’t, so Oliver tried another topic.

“Nice jeans.”

“Thanks. I got a great deal on them. Twenty bucks at a yard sale.”

Yard sale? No wonder Garrett dressed like a prince. Oliver could, too, if he had the patience to treasure hunt, because that’s what a yard sale really was.

“Good looking, hard working and frugal. You don’t find that combination every day.”
Garrett sipped his cola, his blue gaze fastened on Oliver’s. “That’s me. Do you like the back pockets of my pants?”

“Ah, a flaw. Vanity.” Oliver leaned back, unable to refrain from grinning at Garrett. “I noticed. I’ll say it since your ego appears to need it.” He leaned forward and kept his voice down. “Nice ass.”

EXCERPT:

Oliver grinned and stopped in front of him.

“Happy to see me?”

Garrett glanced down. “As happy as you appear to be. Can a guy get a soda to go in this joint?”

Oliver shook his head. “I’ve better at the house. Let me tell Shirl and Billy not to call me unless it’s an emergency.” He disappeared into the kitchen, and sauntered back out in less than thirty seconds. Oliver motioned at the front entrance. “Let’s go.”

Garrett turned and held the door open for Oliver. “What constitutes an emergency?”

“Someone is bleeding, choking, or keels over all the way to the floor.” He placed his hand on the small of Garrett’s back and guided him around the corner of the building.

Garrett leaned closer to the warmth of Oliver’s body. “Not fire?”

“That’s what the firemen are for. Call ‘em. Besides, I like firemen. Don’t you?”

“Sure. Big, burly men turn me on.” Garrett stroked Oliver’s well-formed bicep. Oliver laughed softly and backed Garrett against the rear wall of the diner, out of sight from the clientele and staff.

“To each, their own.”

Garrett grasped Oliver’s hips and yanked him against him. He held him there and soaked up the heat from Oliver’s body. The corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile.

“So, am I going to have to beg you to kiss me again?”

Oliver ran his thumb over Garrett’s lower lip. He swallowed, the muscles in his throat moving. “Garrett. Be sure you want this. Don’t lead me on then tell me to stop.”

“I came for this, Oliver.”

Something dark and unsettled sparked in Oliver’s eyes. “Don’t get too attached to me, either, boy.”

“I’m horny. I want to fuck you, not marry you.”

Oliver leaned in, his breath warm on Garrett’s moist lips. In the back of his mind, Garrett registered surprise at Oliver’s reticence but he’d ponder it later. He shifted forward and touched his lips to Oliver’s.

Need burst through him, a siren song in his blood that built as Oliver’s tongue licked into his in a bold stroke. The larger man pressed his body to the sun-warmed bricks, pinning him, his pelvis grinding against Garrett’s in a mock taking. Garrett thrust his tongue into the heat of Oliver’s mouth. Back and forth they tested, well matched, as the world spun behind his closed eyes. Suddenly breathless, Garrett tore his lips from Oliver’s. Oliver rested his forehead to his, breathing hard.

“You should go home, Garrett.”

“I don’t think so. Why are you afraid of me?” He ran his fingers through Oliver’s short hair.

Oliver brushed a kiss to his lips. “I’m too old for someone in his twenties, Garrett.”

“I’m going to surprise you. I’m thirty-two.” He laughed as the man’s eyebrows shot up. “Told you I was older than I look.”

Oliver’s eyes darkened. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am, but I still feel like a dirty old pervert chasing chickens.” He levered off the wall, grabbed Garrett’s hand, and pulled him along the flagstone path to the bungalow-style house.

Garrett fell into step beside him and slipped their linked hands behind Oliver’s back. There was one sure way he knew to find out Oliver’s age—give him a little dig.

“You can’t be that old. What are you? Fifty?”

“Fifty! No, smart-ass, I’m forty-four. Happy to know that?” Oliver eased his hand free as they climbed the steps to the wide veranda. He pulled keys out of his pocket and unlocked the front door. “I should spank you for that.”

Garrett stepped into the foyer and patted his butt. “A spanking might be fun sometime, but not tonight...”

HIGHWAY NIGHTS
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-169-3
Erotic contemporary gay romance
Now available at Amber Allure
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It Gets Better Charity Sip Blitz: Eclipse the Stars

2011-09-17T04:16:00.001-04:00

One of my publishers, Torquere Press, put a call out for their annual "Charity Sip Blitz." This year's charity is the It Gets Better project, so how could I not write something awesome? All royalties will benefit It Gets Better. But more on that later.

For my story Eclipse the Stars, I went back to my first love: transgender lesbian erotic romance.

When the call for submissions went out for this project, it specified long-term loving LGBT couples, so that's what we've got in Eclipse the Stars. The characters in this short, Jody and Renata, are modeled on my girl and I (big surprise--aren't they all?) which makes this baby close to my heart. I really hope you'll buy it and tell all your friends to support this project: buy erotic romance to raise money for charity. What could be better?

And now, a bit about Eclipse the Stars:

Eclipse the Stars

by Giselle Renarde

Jody and Renata have been together since the start of Renata's transition, and so much has changed in that time. Jody used to be the beautiful, successful actress, and Renata the mousy, insecure, girlfriend. Ever since Renata's surgery, though, she's gained confidence, stopped worrying about passing as female and, in Jody's eyes, blossomed into an incredibly gorgeous woman. Now Renata's gaining all the attention while Jody's getting less acting work and worrying about fading looks. Can Jody set her jealousy aside to give Renata the love, affection, and commitment she deserves?

Sample

Jody breathed in her girl's floral perfume, and that scent broke her. She melted in Renata's arms weaving her fingers together behind Renata's back, trying so hard to keep the tears at bay. "Nobody remembers me anymore. I used to be the pretty one, the actor, the girl everyone was excited to see. Now it's you. Everybody loves you, and that's great and I'm glad, but…"

Jody backed away to get a good look at Renata -- tall, dark hair, Spanish eyes, full pouting lips. In that long black swishy skirt and the silky blouse the colour of a South American sunset, Renata had been the most gorgeous woman at that restaurant. But, then, Renata was always the most beautiful woman in any room.

They floated to bed together, heads finding a pillow to share. "After everything we've been through together, how could you begrudge me the love and affection of others?"

Guilt welled up in Jody and coupled with shame. She couldn't contain the tears now. They streamed down her cheeks, soaking the pillow. "I'm just not used to it," was all she could think to say, but that sounded pathetic. "I'm jealous of you, Renata. I want what you have."

To Jody's amazement, Renata laughed -- laughed even as she kissed the tears from Jody's face and said, "Don't you think I wanted what you had when you were the star? My girlfriend the actress, everybody worships her, everybody wants her. Nobody saw me at your side."

"You were shy."

"I was an oddity, at best." Renata stroked Jody's arms, ran those pretty painted fingernails down her thighs. "I felt so ugly next to you."

Jody couldn't believe her ears. "You were never ugly. Why would you think that? You were mousier before -- before the surgery, I mean -- not quite as bold."

"I was so self-conscious, so worried about passing. The surgery changed more than just my body. Now nobody can call me into question. Nobody can tell me I'm not a real woman. I was mousy because I didn't have this confidence before. I didn't want to be seen. I was afraid, and I hid behind you because I knew little Jody would keep me safe. And I worried I was dragging you down, but I learned that nothing could drag you down, honey, nothing could…" Renata brushed the too-long bangs from Jody's eyes. "What's changed?"

~Buy Now~

About the Getting Better Charity Sip Blitz

In 2008, Torquere Press' fantastic authors decided to support a charity with an annual short story collection called our Charity Sip blitz. In the past three years, we've donated more than $13,000.00 to charitable organizations that support GLBT causes.

For 2011, Torquere's authors have chosen the theme "Getting Better" in honor of the It Gets Better project, which helps LGBT youth understand that life as an openly queer adult is not only possible, but happening for millions of people, worldwide. More than thirty authors have written short fiction pieces and have agreed to donate all proceeds of the sales of these stories to this year's charitable organization. Torquere Press Inc. will match the authors' donations completely.

This year, we're also pleased to announce that our distribution partner, Rainbow eBooks, has agreed to be the title sponsor of our Sip collection, and will be our sole distributor outside of the Torquere Books website. Please support our sponsor by visiting them at www.rainbowebooks. com

Torquere Press and our authors truly believe we can make a difference by donating to organizations that promote awareness and equality. If you'd like to help, please support the Charity Sip Blitz and enjoy some great romance today!

Available September 17, 2011 at www.torquerebooks. com and www.rainbowebooks. com

New Release: Odd Man In

2011-09-12T10:00:00.000-04:00

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.

Now Available from Total-E-Bound Publishing

Excerpt:

Daior sat up with agroan, reflexively grabbing his head with both hands. Damn, how many AgrarianChasers 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 thoseguards…

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 somethingwas missing.

Clothes. He neededclothes. Couldn’t wander a strange ship buck naked. Might not go over so well.

Daior let out a fewcurses and started rummaging. He slammed an empty drawer shut and winced whenthe sound made his head throb. It felt as if somebody had shoved a wad ofcotton balls up his nose and stuck a pick into the base of his neck. Bloodysadistic bastard, whoever it was.

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

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

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

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

His head hurt too muchto count any higher.

The door to the medbay 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 acouple of steps, pleased to note his legs seemed to be working much better now.

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

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

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

Terran and Tamesiscame around the corner. Terran hung off the larger man’s arm with the tenacityof 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 thesmaller man tried to climb up his body.

“You okay, baby?” heasked.

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

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

“Mind your ownbusiness,” Dai said.

The smile slid off Tam’sface. Without a word, he turned on his heel and disappeared the way he hadcome.

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

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

“There’s no need toyell.”

“I’ll yell if I wantto.”

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

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

“We’re safe,” Terranassured him. “Tam got us both out of there. We’ve been galaxy hopping, tryingto stay a few steps ahead of the cruisers the compound sent after us. For aplace that wasn’t very well guarded inside, they sure have a lot of artilleryin space.”

“Big backing, then.”

“That’s what Tam said.”

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

“Same here.” Terransmiled. “I missed you.”

“How long was I out?”

“Nearly a week.”

“Shit,” Dai said withintense feeling.

“We’ve covered a lotof 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. Hewas scowling again. “Just get your stuff together. There’s no need to involveTamesis in this any further.”

Terran yanked himselffree and planted his hands on his hips, lips pressing together in a stubbornpout. “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 afterhim as much as they’re after us now. I’m not abandoning him.”

Hell. Maybe Daior should just go back tosleep.

“Terran—”

“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 thisargument. Maybe when his head stopped pounding.

Nah, probably not then, either.

“Terran—”

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

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

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

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

“Food.”

“Right.” Terrangrabbed his hand and started tugging again. Dai followed his lover down thecorridor. 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 andmeet you up front.”

Terran stoppedmid-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 expressionof passion and longing.

When they came up forair, Terran smiled at him. His eyes were a bit dreamy around the edges, hissmile about the best thing Daior had seen in ages.

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

Daior really wasn’tready to analyse the emotion he glimpsed there. Maybe when his thinkingcleared. Then again, maybe not.

K.M. Mahoney
Come Wander With Me

Website: http://www.authorkmmahoney.com

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

2011-09-05T13:02:00.001-04:00

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!

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Sensuous Romance with a Sci-Fi or Fantasy Flair
LORD OF THUNDER, 2011 EPIC EBook winner
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New Release: Swept Away / Diana DeRicci / M/M Contemp

2011-09-04T11:53:00.000-04:00

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 be...gay?
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...
Publisher
All Romance Ebooks

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...

Dreamscape by Rose Anderson

2011-08-30T20:46:00.000-04:00

Dreamscape by Rose Anderson
Now available at Bookstrand
http://www.bookstrand.com/dreamscape

Lanie sat on the stairs, pulling old carpet tacks from the bunching old runner and talking on the phone to Lexie about their dinner plans. She had no idea Jason sat on the stair above carefully contemplating how he might reveal himself without frightening her. Discovering her tack hammer misplaced for the third time, she gave up on the frustrating task and went to get ready for her blind date.

Her bath had the same effect on him as it had the other times he watched her bathe. She stood wrapping hair and body in thick towels, looking for all the world like she’d just emerged from the Turkish baths. Over her shoulder, in the mirror, he watched her fascinating application of tints and lash color, though, in his opinion, she was just as beautiful with as without. His cock grew soft once she began to dry her hair with a gadget he had never seen before. Margaret certainly didn’t have one of these noisy electrical hot air blowers. His body roused again when she put her undergarments on. Her pantalets were nothing more than a Y-shaped piece of material that accented her adorable rounded backside. Her brassiere was crafted from very feminine black lace, low enough that the rosy hue of her areolas slightly peeked above the edge. A French milliner couldn’t have chosen better. She dabbed perfume behind her ears, on the inside of her wrists and at the spot above her heart. Although the fragrance was faint, he was surprised he could smell the familiar floral scent on her as she passed. That sense had been dead as long as he. Holding this piece of clothing or that before her, she appraised her reflection in the mirror with each. After four considerations, the dress she settled on was black and short—too short. He found himself frowning.

The frown persisted as the mantle clock stuck ten o’clock and deepened when it struck eleven. By eleven-thirty-two, he was in a fine pique.
Hearing Lanie’s automobile roll onto the gravel drive, he invisibly materialized downstairs to meet her at the door with his arms folded across his chest in irritation. Leaning against the wall, looking her over from head to toe as she came in talking on her telephone, he thought her lips were a little chafed, a little too swollen. She’d kissed the man she’d just met that night, no doubt more than once. The thought annoyed him more than the late hour.

“No really, I had a nice time with Jim.” She laughed. “Yes, nosy, I let him kiss me. Lexie, I know, but please no more dates until I finish the clinic. Please? I have too much to do to get sidetracked.” She laughed again. “I don’t know, maybe I will see him again. He kissed fine! Of course you can set us up again when I get things done here. I don’t know how long it’s going to be—I have the clinic to open! Yes, I know you do. No, when I’m done you’ll be the first to know. I promise. Love you, too.” She hung up the phone shaking her head. “Sheesh,” she said in exasperation, but the over-kissed smile lingered.

Irritated a great deal, he followed her upstairs and watched as she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and changed into her worn, comfortable-looking clothing. Still invisible, he didn’t follow behind her when she went back downstairs. Rather he focused his mind and appeared alongside her at the bottom.

Heading to the parlor, Lanie turned on Margaret’s television and took a seat on the sofa directly across. When kissing her date goodnight, the man suddenly had the arms of an octopus. Picking up the remote, she proceeded to flip through channels, feeling wired from fending off her date’s sweet but unwanted attentions.

Watching her, Jason shook his head. “Oh no, sweetheart, I haven’t waited the entire night for you to lose yourself to this contrivance.” With that he projected his spirit energy into the wires that fed the machine electricity. The screen instantly filled with snow.

Lanie frowned at the snowy screen and flipped through channel after channel looking for better reception. “Oh, come on!” she told the television. After another run-through, she gave up and turned it off. “Damn it. All I wanted to do was unwind before bed.” She ran an exasperated hand over her face. There was a lot to do the following day and she knew it would take hours for her to fall asleep. A thought came to her. Most over-the-counter sleep aides were antihistamine-based. Having seasonal allergies, that was something she had readily available. That would certainly make her sleepy. No, I don’t like how my head feels in the morning. Instead she headed to the kitchen for a cup of chamomile tea.

Jason watched her go, feeling the slightest remorse for haunting her television. He reasoned he didn’t like that noisy box that, for all appearances, put Margaret into a daily trance. He followed her into the kitchen where he noticed her lips again. His remorse evaporated. Sharing passionate kisses with a man you just met! Annoyed, Jason swept his hand across the counter and knocked the spoon to the floor with a clatter.
Lanie jumped at the sound. Frowning, she reached under the chair where a spoon had inexplicably fallen then looked around for anything that might have knocked it on the floor, hoping she didn’t have large mice or, God forbid, rats. Setting it in the sink, she said, “I think I have ghosts.”
Jason’s anger instantly faded as her statement took him by surprise.

Testing her, he slowly opened the cabinet door, the old hinges squeaking and groaning. She turned to the sound of the swinging door, and he watched her face carefully. No fear, just curiosity. The whistling kettle diverted her attention. Once more he found himself wishing he were able to sit over a cup of tea and talk with her. He wanted to know where she’d been tonight and why she’d kissed a man she hardly knew. He wanted to know why she haunted his thoughts as surely as he haunted these halls. But moving a spoon and a cupboard door was a far cry from materializing in full form before her.

Taking a seat in the chair across from her as she scribbled small pictures onto her notepad, flowers mostly, daisies and lily-of-the-valley, he read the messages she wrote to herself regarding what needed to be done the following morning. This list was the shortest yet. Occasionally she’d look at the cabinet door to see if it would actually move again. He was tempted, but a part of him was too afraid she’d leave, never to return. Then the moment he had waited the entire day for happened. She yawned.
“You’re tired, you should rest,” he whispered. He could see the suggestion taking root in her mind. Putting her nearly full cup in the sink, she headed to bed.

Watching her sleep, Jason sat beside her a long while thinking on how lovely she looked tonight. He would have loved to have been the man to take her out on the town, to the theater perhaps. Out for dinner, certainly. If his own kisses had swelled those luscious lips, he would have ventured from her sweet mouth to the tops of those exquisite breasts so tantalizingly displayed in the decollete of her neckline. His entire being desired to lose himself in the living heat of her. There was simply no stopping himself from caressing her, having lost that particular battle of conscience the first night she lay in his bed. He’d convinced himself that as long as he kept his baser needs to himself, touching her while she was completely unaware was a harmless compulsion.

Materializing just under the linens, his glowing form lit the sheet like a Japanese lantern. He whispered to her unconscious mind as she lay curled on her side, “Lay back for me, sweetheart, let me look at you fully while I feel how warm you are.”

Unconsciously responding to his suggestion, she rolled on her back, one arm tossed casually over her pillow.

Once more marveling that he was able to touch her at all, he swept her raven hair back from her lovely face, his thumb lightly tracing the delicate arch of her eyebrow. Touching her skin was like touching a rose petal in his garden, a warm sun-kissed rose petal. Gliding his hands over her warmth, he caressed her trim belly and arms all the while carefully avoiding the dove-soft breasts as any gentleman might unless given leave. Though it was true she hadn’t granted leave for any touching, the fragment of his gentlemanly comportment quickly faded as her living heat seeped into him.

New Release: Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On

2011-08-27T02:21:00.002-04:00

I wrote Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On last summer, thinking I'd put together a nice little fluffy sex romp about a geek girl and her roommate's father. And, in essence, I suppose that's what it ended up being, plot-wise, but I didn't expect the characters to take such firm hold. I didn't expect them to flesh out quite so fully. But they were insistent.

After I'd written this book, I realized it wasn't just for the nerdy girls who want to express themselves sexually in a non-Girls Gone Wild sort of way (like me) but it was also very much for those who grew up with addiction in their households (...like me).

There's something that stays with you all your life if you were raised by a parent or guardian with an addiction. It's a quality of trepidation, an immediate mistrust not only of people but of the potential impact of all substances. In this book, Savannah, the girl who falls for her roommate's dad, is all about clean living, and probably more out of fear of what alcohol and other things might do to her...or make her do.

But she really resents the assumptions other people make about her based on her choice not to drink or do drugs--people ask her to her face if she's a recovering alcoholic, or if she's a religious nut. She's been so focused on school and high achievements that she hasn't given much thought to guys, even though GOD does she love to get laid when the opportunity arises.

Against all odds, and much to my bewildered satisfaction, this book blossoms into a romance when Savannah, who is so like me in so many ways, finds someone who understands the quirks leftover from childhood and still a driving force of her life and personality. Let's just say it surprised me, and I always love it when a book can do that.

Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On
By Giselle Renarde

Savannah vaguely recalls meeting her roommate’s father years ago, but it isn’t until Eric shows up unannounced one evening that she realizes a fundamental truth about him: Stacy’s dad has got it going on! His career in humanitarian relief makes him college-girl catnip, and his good looks and hot body only sweeten the deal.

Eric doesn’t visit as often as he should, but after catching his wife red-handed with a younger man, he doesn’t know where to turn for consolation. He’s hurt and vulnerable, and though Stacy does her best to cheer him up, no amount of daughterly compassion’s going to heal Eric’s bruised ego. Savannah knows he needs a special woman to lick his wounds. Too bad nobody warned her Eric would bring more baggage than she'd bargained for.

Excerpt:

“I’m not going to the hospital.”

“Yes you are,” Eric replied simply. But instead of pulling off his pajama pants and pulling on his jeans, he collapsed beside her on the couch. “Just give me five more minutes.”

She sighed and reached again for the remote, this time with more care. “See?” she said, turning down the volume. “As long as I don’t move too quickly, I’m fine. I’ll just put another round of ice on my ankle and in the morning I’ll be healed.”

Eric’s eyes popped wide open at the mention of ice. “You know, that’s not a bad idea.” Pressing both hands down on the couch, he pushed himself up and hobbled to the kitchen. He sighed as he opened the freezer. The cold seemed to revive him. He brought the tray out and snapped it back and forth before dumping the ice into a metal mixing bowl. Even before leaving the kitchen, he picked up one piece and traced it along the base of his jaw and down his neck. “That’s better,” he said. “Nothing like ice dripping down your neck to wake a guy up.”

“If you say so.” Savannah chuckled. “That’s never been my game.”

He brought the ice to the TV room and sat on the coffee table before placing the metal bowl on her ankle. She flinched, but she didn’t move her foot away. Anything so unnerving must be a help.

“How does that feel?” Eric teased.

“Like hell.”

He moved the bowl from her ankle and set it on top of a magazine. From it, he swiped a single cube. Savannah cringed as she watched it coming for her, but when the ice made contact with her skin, she was surprised it wasn’t painfully cold. If anything, it tickled.

“How about this?” Eric asked, tracing the cube around her slightly swollen ankle. “How does this feel?”

The ice melted quickly between his fingers and her flesh. Droplets of water trickled down her foot and dripped from her heel onto the throw pillow underneath.

“Good,” she said. To her surprise, it was true. “It feels really good, actually.”

“What if I do this?” Eric asked, picking up a fresh cube and tracing it up the inside of her calf. Shifting her robe aside, he circled it around her knee before drawing it slowing up her thigh. The cold made her tremble now. She felt its effects more between her legs than she had against her ankle. A whole line of water droplets tumbled down her inner thigh, soaking the terrycloth beneath her. She knew where he was going with this, and she wanted to show him she was on board.

Savannah untied her belt and let her robe fall open at the front. Her breasts were warm and soft with sleep. “Do my tits,” she bid. “With the ice. Make them hard.”

A churlish grin bled upon Eric’s pink lips. “You want me to?”

Now Available from eXcessica and All Romace ebooks and many other e-tailers. E-book and PAPERBACK Coming Soon to Amazon!

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The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Reza by Rayne Forrest

2011-08-20T05:00:00.001-04:00

The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Reza
(book three)

Available now at:http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=385&zenid=380100bb67b58128ea55d68f2724ae18

Reza Breen holds the key to unlock the secret to her people's exile on the little planet of Colony. The very name of the people, Yahto, means exile. Or does it?

Decimated by a plague of unknown origin, Reza, a healer, has fought to save the Yahto. Then an act of bravery makes her an outcast with an impossible future. Determined to save her people, she runs headlong into a sexy brick wall named Mick Coulter.

Michael ‘Mick’ Coulter built his career as a crack trouble-shooter. Assigned as the first officer of the Rea Cheveyo, Mick is in the niche he wants to fill until his military career ends in a few short years. Then he's promoted to captain. His first assignment—protect a beautiful, stubborn outcast bent on courting danger.

Getting command of the Rea Cheveyo is something Mick never expected.

Neither is Reza Breen.

EXCERPT

Reza rolled off the bed with an infuriated screech and stormed into the corridor. She rang the chime on Mick’s door, and then beat on it when he didn’t answer. She raised both fists to hammer on the door again when it slid open. Her fists landed on Mick’s bare chest instead.

“Hey, lady!” He grabbed her wrists before she could hit him again. “What the hell did I do now?” He pulled her inside his cabin.

“Let me go, you lorcani!”

He pinned her arms to her sides, holding her tightly as she struggled against him.

“I don’t think that is a term of endearment, is it?” He spun her around and gave her a little push. She landed on his sofa. He quickly held out his hands, palms open.

“Just sit there and shut up, Reza.”

She made a move to jump up and he backed up a step.

“Behave, woman.”

“How dare you put your hands on me,” she spat at him. His eyebrows shot up.

“You hit me first. Or doesn’t that count?”

“It’s not my fault the door opened when it did. Don’t you dare try and blame me for that!”

He moved towards her, eyes narrowed. A jolt of panic shot through her. He looked really angry. She slid across the sofa, trying to reach the other end and flee. It was too late. He pounced, straddling her. She yelled at him.

“Get off me!”

He managed to grab her wrists again. “Settle down.” He grunted as her elbow landed a blow to his stomach.

“Let me go! How can you do this to Shelby?”

“Do what to Shelby?” he growled, hauling her upright and pinning her shoulders to the back of the sofa. “Now be still, woman, or I won’t let go of you.”

She kicked his shin with the hard toe of her shoe. He yelped.

“That hurt!” He slung her over his shoulder. She bucked against him, struggling to break free of his hold.

He carried her into the corridor and unceremoniously dropped her on her bottom on the deck. He glared down at her.

“We’ll talk when you stop beating on me!” He turned and re-entered his cabin. His door began to close between them. She hopped to her feet and charged the door, making it through before it closed. He spun and grabbed her.

“You’re pissing me off, Reza.” He grabbed her and yanked her back to the sofa. He twisted and she sprawled face down across his knees.

His hand descended with some force on her bottom. It stung enough to bring tears of anger to her eyes.

“How dare you!” she shouted at him. She twisted to get away from him and landed on the floor. He was on her in a flash.

She froze as his weight pinned her to the floor. He was long and lean, muscled and all male. And he smelled like clean, fresh snow.

“I’m going to regret this, Reza,” he whispered. His mouth took hers.

Surprise coursed through her, followed by a burst of intense pleasure that quickly gave way to outrage.

Oh, yes. He was going to regret putting his hands on her.

THE REA CHEVEYO CHRONICLES: REZA
ISBN: 978-1-60313-235-0

Available now: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=385&zenid=380100bb67b58128ea55d68f2724ae18

Also available
THE REA CHEVEYO CHRONICLES:KIANA
THE REA CHEVEYO CHRONICLES:TALYSS

Rayne Forrest
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Passion's Victory by KC Kendricks

2011-08-16T00:01:00.004-04:00

In celebration of Passion's Victory's third anniversary today.

PASSION'S VICTORY
2008 CAPA Nominee
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/PassionsVictory.html

When passion is the prize, it’s time to change the rules….

Micah Souther is young, talented, and gay. As the junior owner of the family business, he knows better than to look for love “on the clock.”

Jonas Chadwick is the new guy at the firm. Older, wiser, and a survivor of the school of hard knocks, he’s not in the market for an office romance, even if he knows for certain his young boss is gay.

One kiss is all it takes to send Micah and Jonas on a collision course, and when bodies collide, the friction gets hot...

EXCERPT

...My pulse pounded loudly in my ears and my cock rose, anticipating something I knew wasn’t a certainty. He’d come back, but for what? His warm lips found mine, seeking permission. I opened to him, inviting him to plunder at will. He did, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I met him eagerly, hungrily. I wanted this, and more.

Jonas’ strong fingers encircled my wrist and he lifted my arm above my head as his body pinned me, full length, against my front door. He pressed the hard ridge of his erection firmly to mine. I reached for him with my free hand, wanting to feel his length and girth, but he grabbed that wrist, too, and lifted it beside the other. I bucked against him, totally turned on by the aggression I sensed in him.

“Be still,” he growled in my ear. He trailed kisses down my neck, even as his grip tightened. I struggled to break free of the vise grip he had on my wrists.
His pelvis ground against mine. I tilted my head and delved into the heat of his mouth. I moaned. He moaned. I wanted my hands free in the worst way. I needed to touch him, caress the sensitive, silky skin I knew sheathed his penis. I ached to feel his lips on my cock.

I threw my weight forward, desperate to force him to take a step back. It worked and I quickly spun him around and pinned him with my body. He grunted as he came in contact with the door and his lips bowed beneath mine. His strong fingers released my hands, and I reached for him, gathering him to me. His muscled thigh slipped between mine and applied upward pressure on my balls. Instead of worrying about injury I pressed down, reveling in the tingling sensation.

“Jonas,” I murmured against his smiling lips. “Talk to…” His tongue flicked to mine, cutting off my request for a moment of conversation.

Any of my neighbors watching were getting quite a sideshow. I shoved my hand in my pocket, fumbling for my keys. They fell from my shaking fingers to the porch decking. Jonas pushed me back, breaking physical contact. I longed to see his eyes, to get some idea of what he thought, what he felt.

“Bend over and pick them up,” he said cheerfully as he rubbed my nipple.

I stared at him and tried to catch my breath. “Not in front of you, Chadwick. I know all about men like you.”

“Do you?” Something rough and dark in his voice gave me pause. What demon did he battle?

“I know enough.” I pushed him back against the side of the house, not with some little force. “Why did you come back?”

“I don’t know. Maybe to satisfy my curiosity.”

“Bullshit.” I fisted my hands in his shirt and gave him a shake. “We take this inside, make it private, or we’re done here.”

Jonas stared at me for the longest twenty seconds of my life, then he nodded. I released him and he bent over, snagged my keys, and dropped them into my outstretched palm. I unlocked the door and invited the devil into my home for the second time in one day.

“I need a drink. Do you want one, Jonas?” I needed to haul him into my bedroom and have my way with him, that’s what I needed. My insides quivered. I shivered despite the warm evening.

But I knew, to my sorrow, that quickie sex now would be a mistake, and I bet he knew it, too.

“I’ll take a brandy, if you have it.”

“I hope you’ll settle for bourbon.”

I poured us each a generous shot and handed him one. He nodded and tossed it back like a pro. I followed suit, and we set out empties down on the counter in unison. Jonas reached for me again. I lifted my chin and stared him down. His hand dropped to his side.

I wanted him. God, how I wanted him. I ached with it. His gaze met mine before flicking down to the bulge in my pants and back up.

“Looks nice.”

“It’s a sock,” I told him cheerily, in the same tone that he’d used to tell me to bend over.

“Hmm. Well, that’s the risk we run, isn’t it?”

I snorted. “Ya think?” I went to check his package, and he moved away.

“Shy?” I hardly thought shyness to be a problem for him given his examination of my tonsils with his tongue.

“Let’s just say I’m cautious...”

PASSION'S VICTORY
2008 CAPA Nominee
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/PassionsVictory.html
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-330-6

Also available:
SURRENDERED VICTORY
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/SurrenderedVictory.html
2008 Amber Heat Wave Winner
ISBN 978-1-60272-283-5

SHINING VICTORY
One of the Top Ten Bestsellers at
Amber Allure November and December 2008
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/ShiningVictory.html
ISBN 978-1-60272-422-8

A TASTE OF VICTORY (PAPERBACK)
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/TasteVictory.html

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NEW! - OLD STONES AND NEW WINE - Erotic gay M/M Contemporary

2011-08-14T11:39:00.002-04:00

I'm writing here about some things I know. Like Alan Brynton, my author in this novella, I had a publisher's deadline looming and no ideas for a story. Struggling with this horrible block, I realized we'd had a lot of sadness in our small family because of the sudden traumatic loss of some important pets. The block lifted when I decided to honor them by including dogs in my story.

Old Stones And New Wine is dedicated to our Salukis in the sky. We miss them.

Copyright © 2011 by Carolina Valdez
Cover art © 2011 by Trace Edward Zaber
Publisher: Amber Quill Press - Allure
ISBN-13:978-1-61124-160-0
To be released: Sunday, August 14, 2011

"A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou." Omar Khayyám

Victimized by the con man he’d been married to, and grieving the death of a beloved dog, internationally known mystery writer Alan Brynton plunges into a complete writing block. Needing the income and desperate to meet his publisher’s deadline, he leaves Los Angeles and rents a house in a village in the south of France. Beside the blue Rhone River, among lush vineyards in wineproducing Provence, he struggles to overcome anger and grief to break the hold the block has on him.

When rescuing an injured dog, he meets and finds himself falling for the irresistibly charming Frenchman, Jacques Marchand. But Jacques has the same easy charm his ex had, and having been burned in his marriage, Alan no longer trusts his ability to know who a person really is. He can’t risk being victimized again, but can he risk losing the intoxicating “new wine” Jacques is to him?

EXCERPT

...Alan watched Jacques shrug out of his suit coat and hang it beside the raincoat. Jacques ran his hands through his wet hair, and Alan’s dick responded to sudden, electric sparks of desire shooting right through him.

“I’ll get a towel.” Did he really sound so lame? Alan’s tongue had trouble forming words. His cock had no trouble filling and rising. He turned away and hurried to the bath.

Alan handed a white towel to Jacques, who dropped it over his dark hair and blotted with one hand, while his other reached for Alan and pulled him close.

“You look very sexy in your nightwear, Alan Brynton.” His gaze fell on Alan’s crotch. “I see you’re feeling sexy, too. I hope that’s all for me.”

His hand teased as it brushed over Alan’s cock before he leaned in and tilted his head enough to capture Alan’s mouth. Alan opened to him, forgetting to breathe as sensations rolled over him. The smell of Jacques’s cologne and the lingering taste of the rich wine he must’ve had for dinner made the moment real. He closed his hands over the butt he’d ridden behind and ached to touch only hours ago. The cheeks were hard and firm, but just soft enough to be squeezed. He pulled this lover tight against his groin, reveling in the stiff cock he felt enclosed in suit pants as it pressed against his.

“I’m at a disadvantage. I’m not wearing a shirt, but you are,” Alan said. He reached up and tugged until the tie’s knot came completely undone and the silky fabric fell to the floor. His hands found the rest of the shirt buttons, and Jacques watched as his fingers slipped the rest of them out of their holes.

Jacques undid the last buttons at his wrists. He shifted restlessly as Alan pulled the shirt out of his trousers and then off his shoulders.

Alan pressed his lips to the pounding pulse beat in Jacques’s neck and grazed his skin with his teeth as he ran his hands down the pelt of dark hair covering the wide chest. He felt for a belt.

“I left it in the car.” Desire made Jacques’s voice unsteady.

Alan stilled. The impact of the words settled in. “You planned this.”
“I did, mon amour.”

Alan found his zipper, and Jacques stopped his hand. “Be very careful…my underwear’s with my belt.”

Alan thought his knees would give way with the need to hurry before he exploded and stained his pajamas. “In that case…” He slid his other hand inside and covered Jacques’s warm and inviting package...

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The French Connection - Release Day!

2011-08-14T07:09:00.003-04:00

The French Connection...

Cathedrals and vineyards. The lively pulse of New Orleans. The soft cadence of tender, Gallic words. The settings? Anywhere French serves as the prevailing tongue, and from that, you know romance is in the air...

Five Amber Allure authors bring you five stories of French-inspired gay romance, each tale bringing its own unique flavor to the table.

Fortune's Sharp Adversity
by Angel Martinez
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-158-7 (Electronic)
Some secrets should be kept close; some are best carved in stone...
In the year 1288, Amiens Cathedral is still a hive of construction. Philippe works as a painter, cheerfully decorating the stone carvings. Lamed in the crusades, alone in the world, he feels he has found the perfect life, with a safe place to sleep and work he loves. He tells himself he is content, that is, until the night he spies a handsome man in a scarlet cloak, kneeling in the sanctuary and clearly distraught. For Philippe, the world will be forever changed.
Lord Étienne Michelant has fallen far and fast. Once the beloved youngest son of a powerful family, he now has nothing and, unbeknownst to church officials, he lives atop the cathedral’s unfinished tower. In Philippe, Étienne finds everything he ever wanted in a man, and he curses fate that they met now. Tangled in dangerous secrets and arcane enchantments, Étienne knows any hope of love is futile.
Philippe’s interest in Étienne quickly evolves into something personal. But Étienne talks to statues of gargoyles and refuses to leave his tower refuge. Is Philippe’s new love interest merely mad, or does he hide dangerous secrets?
Genres: Gay / Historical / Fantasy / Witchcraft / Magic
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (27k words)

Kaleidoscope
by A. J. Llewellyn
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-159-4 (Electronic)

Teddy Bardin married Auguste, whom he thought was the man of his dreams, and to start a new life with his husband, he moved from New York in Paris, the city of light. Now, on a rainy afternoon, a life-shattering telephone call arrives, and Teddy learns that Auguste has been in a car accident.
After racing to the hospital to visit his stricken husband, Teddy is in for another emotional shock—listed among Auguste’s injuries is a nearly severed penis. It comes as an even bigger surprise when Teddy learns that Auguste was with another man who was orally pleasuring him at the moment of impact. And that’s only the beginning in a series of heartbreaking discoveries.
Teddy quickly comes to realize he must make some tough decisions about his future, especially about his marriage and unfaithful husband...and also his growing obsession with Pierre, the other important man in Auguste’s life...
Genres: Gay / Contemporary
Heat Level: 2
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (17k words)

Blues In The Night
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-156-3 (Electronic)
To celebrate their reunion after a six-month work-related separation, Alain and his partner James have planned to meet up for the perfect dream vacation. When James calls with what Alain expects to be details of his arrival time at the first stop on their itinerary, James says he won’t be joining him. He’s met someone new, the temporary assignment has turned into a permanent job, and sorry, but their relationship is over.
Alain leaves the hotel, hoping the sights and sounds of the city will help distract him from the shock of James’ desertion, maybe stop him from trying to figure out ways of changing the unchangeable. As evening turns to night, he continues walking, up one street and down the next until music drifting up from a basement nightclub catches his attention. The singer’s voice is distinctive, different, and it sounds like Kenny Dumaine, a man Alain met in his hometown a couple of years ago.
Kenny doesn’t remember him at first. But Alain is drinking heavily, and when he mentions what sounds like a romance gone wrong, Kenny recalls the circumstances of their first meeting. Alain had helped him out of a bad spot, and now it looks like he needs the favor returned. Kenny was attracted to Alain first time around, and although things never turned physical, that hasn’t changed. As an entertainer, always on the move, he’s learned to keep things casual. His last performance is the following night, and the next day he’ll be gone. Where’s the harm in offering an old acquaintance a little badly needed TLC?
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella (20k words)

C'est La Vie
by Lynn Lorenz
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-157-0 (Electronic)

Sequel to Amber Allure’s Best Seller Pioneers...
Sebastian LaGrange is a distinguished man of a certain age. He’s quite content to spend his days worrying about his dear renters Lane and Matt, and to spend his days in his French Quarter cottage. Life is good. Comfortable. Predictable.
But when he meets Raymond Chou, a man with an accent that gives him goose bumps and makes him think of younger days, he’s completely thrown off. Is Raymond serious? Is he really courting Sebastian? And is Sebastian seriously thinking of letting him?
Raymond is everything Sebastian could want in a lover, but is Sebastian too afraid of love to give Ray a chance?
After all, at their age, they aren’t supposed to fall in love, are they?
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Interracial / Multicultural
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella (29k words)

Old Stones And New Wine
by Carolina Valdez
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-160-0 (Electronic)

“A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou.”—Omar Khayyám
Victimized by the con man to whom he’d been married, and grieving the death of a beloved dog, internationally known mystery writer Alan Brynton plunges into complete writers block. Needing the income, and desperate to meet his publisher’s deadline, he leaves Los Angeles and rents a house in a village in the south of France. Beside the blue Rhone River, among lush vineyards in wine-producing Provence, he struggles to overcome anger and grief in order to break the hold the block has on him.
When rescuing an injured dog, Alan meets and finds himself falling for the irresistibly charming Frenchman, Jacques Marchand. But Jacques has the same easy charm Alan’s ex had, and having been burned in his marriage, Alan no longer trusts his ability to know who a person really is. He can’t risk being victimized again, but can he risk losing the intoxicating “new wine” Jacques is to him?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts / Interracial / Multicultural / Exhibitionism / Public Places
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (29k words)

Come join us on our romp through all things French!

The French Connection, a GLBT AmberPax™ collection - available as individual titles, but a positively sinful steal at the discounted price for the set.

A Different Breed by Angel Martinez

2011-08-06T11:01:00.004-04:00
A Different Breed
M/M Dark Fantasy
from Amber Allure

Josh hunts vampires with relentless, cold precision until the night he confronts a gorgeous hunk of vamp in the woods outside Ithaca. Richard destroys all of Josh’s prejudices about vampires in the first few moments of conversation, and the sexual sparks between them ignite almost as quickly. Richard offers the stability Josh never had, while Josh offers the healing Richard needs so desperately.
But it’s nearly impossible just to walk away from a life of violence. An attack one evening leaves a friend in the hospital, Richard with a bullet through his chest, muttering about strange creatures, and Josh fighting to piece together what really happened. Are Richard’s nightmare attackers real, or is Josh’s favorite vamp losing his mind? Is there a reasonable explanation or has the hunter now become prey?

EXCERPT
Richard’s eyelids snapped open, his ears deafened by the thundering of his own heartbeat. Since the change, waking always ambushed him this way, the abrupt shift from not-there to painfully present like a tiger leaping on him from a tree limb above his head. Only when he had been gravely wounded or had neglected his feedings too long did the hard edges of waking soften to something more normal.
He hated it, that moment of doubt, wondering, once again, if he woke up secure. A few deep breaths calmed his heart. He lay still, taking stock. Bedroom. Yes. Which one? Sarasota…Portland…no, Ithaca. The house in the hills. A life stirred out in the hallway, a heart that beat to a familiar rhythm.
Confusion furrowed his brow. William? No, of course not…Josh. He smiled at the memory of those skilled hands on his skin, the ferocious, consuming need the little hunter exuded when aroused. God, what fire lay under the sarcastic exterior, what depths of tender passion roiled in that hard-muscled, compact body…
Wait. A second heart beat alongside the first outside his door, faster than the first, most likely out of fear.
Sorrow and rage welled up in his chest. Why had he been so quick to trust? To fall headfirst into the hunter’s trap of seduction? Now Josh had help. They waited for him to emerge. A man like that would want him awake and alert, of that he was certain. The revenge-mongers never want to take you in your sleep.
Fog-silent, he rose and eased to the steel door of his room. The hinges, hung on the inside, meant no one could get in with a screwdriver. The heavy bolt ensured that it would take a blowtorch and a good deal of effort to break in at all.
Richard slid his back against the wall beside the door, in case of missiles aimed at his bedroom. Without exposing himself to any would-be assassin’s line of sight, he shot the bolt open and flung the door wide.
No crossbow bolts flew. No shots rang out. No hunters raced through the doorway screaming for blood.
“Dude?” Josh’s voice floated to him from the hallway, tense and wary. “You’re, ah, kinda growling. You have a bad dream or something?”
Richard kept his voice low, but failed to keep the threat out of his tone. “Who’s out there with you?”
Josh said something half-audible. He almost sounded embarrassed.
“Kat?” Richard snarled. “Who is Kat?”
“No, not Kat. A cat. She was hanging around your porch and she looked kinda hungry…”
A quick dart of his head around the doorframe confirmed what Richard’s sense of smell would have told him if he had been calmer. The second heart beat so fast because it was felis catus, a little gray shorthair with eyes wide as saucers. Cat. Josh. No other scents lingered in the house.
He passed a hand over his face and came out to lean against the wall facing Josh. “Sorry.”
Josh snorted and put the startled cat down. “Not exactly all sunshine and flowers when he first wakes up, is he, Miss Kitty?” She raced down the stairs, tail fluffed like a bottlebrush. “I was just coming to kiss you good morning. Or good afternoon. Or whatever.”
“You were?”
“Yeah. You said six hours.”
Richard cleared his throat, as much a habit when he was uncomfortable as to clear the last remnants of growl from his speech. “I did. I didn’t think…I’m out of the habit of having company when I wake. Maybe best to give me some room until I’m accustomed to another life in the house again.”
“Got it.” Josh held up his hands with a crooked grin. “Some guys need their space first thing. Not a morning person. Hey, it’s cool. But you could’ve told me you have a case of raving paranoia.”
A weak chuckle got past Richard’s chagrin. “I think, my dear, that I have reason to be paranoid. It keeps one’s head attached to one’s neck.”
“Yeah. Nice head, too.” Josh had the audacity to wink at him before he swaggered after the cat.
With a view of the most desirable backside he had seen in several centuries, high, tight half-globes of muscle clad in clinging denim, Richard indulged in a long ogle before he pushed off the wall and headed to the shower. Not only had Josh not betrayed him, he had endured Richard at his most animalistic with humor and patience. Perhaps this would work after all...
A Different Breed
by Angel Martinez
A Golden Blush Winner and Miz Love Top Pick
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-025-2 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-991-0 (Paperback)
From Amber Allure: http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/DifferentBreed.html
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/A-Different-Breed-ebook/dp/B004E3XHOK/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1312643279&sr=1-4

Angel Martinez
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New Release: Elementary, My Dear Kathryn

2011-07-29T19:00:00.001-04:00

My kinktastic new lesbian threesome short is not for the faint of heart. Elementary, My Dear Kathryn is an anal fetish story featuring an enema and anilingus (rimming, in common parlance) and, yes, I know, it's not for everyone. Some people find this stuff really squicky. I'd say my story is more squeaky than squicky (like...squeaky clean) but I guess clean is a matter of degrees when we're talking about butts. LOL

I happen to find anal play super-hot, and if you do too, you might just LOVE this lesbian BDSM e-book. Hope so! :-)
Elementary, My Dear Kathryn

By: Giselle Renarde | Other books by Giselle Renarde
Published By: loveyoudivine
Published: Jul 28, 2011
ISBN # 5075_1057

Word Count: 5,673
Heat Index

When they were children, Kathryn played the slave to Melanie. That was thirty years ago. Now Melanie's all grown, and she's got a Domme of her own, Pasha. When Melanie gets an invitation from her elementary school to attend their reunion, she and Pasha meet up with Kathryn for the first time as adults. Beautiful and bi-curious, Kathryn is still eager to submit to Melanie's whims. But Pasha calls the shots now, and Melanie will do to Kathryn only what pleases her Domme.

Excerpt:
The hotel bed was a mess of pantsuits and dresses. “I didn’t know what to wear,” Kathryn explained, sheepishly picking up garments and hanging them in the closet. Melanie watched her white pumps step, step, step, crossing from bed to closet, closet to bed. Kathryn’s bare legs gleamed like they’d been waxed recently and polished with oil. Her dress was so tight it rode up her thighs as she walked, and she stopped every so often to pull down on the hem.

What a body! Kathryn’s defined abs were clear to see under that white spandex-like fabric. Her tits spilled out the top, only barely concealed by the noticeable white bra underneath. Melanie kept waiting for her old friend to bend the wrong way so she could catch a glimpse at two rosy nipples. Maybe Kathryn was the reason all those guys at the reunion had been staring at their table—it wasn’t about “the lesbians” at all.

Kathryn had certainly kept fit for something or someone. Her ex-husband, no doubt. She’d mentioned earlier that she sensed he was cheating before she knew it for sure. Maybe she started working out for him, in hopes he’d stay. Sad…

“What did Pasha mean?” Kathryn asked in a hush. “She said I know more than I realize about the submissive thing. What was she talking about?”

“Oh.” Now Melanie felt sheepish. She didn’t like introducing the concept to people who didn’t know much about their lifestyle. Some had a hard time understanding her devotion. Or maybe she just wasn’t very good at explaining herself. She knew in her heart what Pasha meant to her, but she could never seem to get the words out.

“Pasha’s heard all the stories of when we were kids,” Melanie said. “How you asked me to tell you what to do. I gave you commands and you carried them out: tie my shoes, eat a piece of liver, put that traffic cone on your head…remember that?” She couldn’t conceal her smile. “When we were really young, I mean.”

With a chuckle, Kathryn said, “Oh, yeah. That was stupid. I don’t know why I was like that. I just didn’t want to make decisions for myself, I guess.”

“It’s not stupid.” Melanie sat on the edge of the bed. It was comfy, and probably a king. Too bad they wouldn’t be fucking in it tonight, all three of them. She knew precisely what Pasha wanted.

The bathroom door opened with a squeak and Pasha called, “Come here, my dears.”

Sliding off the high mattress, Melanie walked directly to her Domme and sensed Kathryn following behind. “She is going to leave that dress on,” Pasha instructed.

Melanie offered a subtle nod and entered the bathroom. It was wonderfully large and sparkling white, in true hotel fashion. Pasha had pulled back the shower curtain. Her water bottle rested on the clean marble counter. It was full now, with warm water most probably, and the nozzle-lid was back on top. Pasha handed it to Melanie while Kathryn stood in the threshold. It was indeed warm. Not hot, but warm.

“Come inside,” Melanie said. She never knew how she knew what Pasha desired. The expectations were inside of her. For Melanie, being a true submissive meant anticipating Pasha’s needs and wishes, and acting on them without direction.

Tonight Melanie would clean Kathryn out and eat her ass. All for Pasha.

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The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Talyss by Rayne Forrest

2011-07-26T21:03:00.000-04:00

Talyss of Warlonah thought she knew what she wanted to do with her life. One look at Heath Douglas and everything changed. He thinks she’s a smuggler and her only option to safeguard the truth is to avoid him, but Heath follows her every move.

Captain Heath Douglas of the Rea Cheveyo has always had a curiosity about the feline-like Sheadonn. Spotting the Warlonah’s Glory far off the shipping lanes, he’s immediately caught in a cat and mouse game with that ship’s captain, the beautiful Talyss.

Matching wits, Talyss and Heath dance around the truth of her activities. Matched physically, they explore their passions. Taking Heath as a lover is Talyss’ right, but there is one truth she cannot escape.

As a daughter of Warlonah she must produce an heir—and not one with human blood.

EXCERPT

The memory of how she felt in his arms burned him. Heath wanted, he needed, to hold her again, to feel her pressed against him, thigh-to-thigh.

Talyss was about to board a shuttle pod and walk out of his life. There was no guarantee of any sort they’d ever cross paths again, unless he very carefully schemed and plotted to make it happen.

She finally looked at him again, her amber eyes full of disquiet. He slowly reached for her, grasping her elbow and gently pulling her closer. She resisted for the briefest moment, and then stepped into his embrace.

Heath slipped one arm around her waist, holding her loosely. He didn’t want her to feel trapped or threatened and pull away. He didn’t want her to react unfavorably with those sharp nails. He brushed the silky strands of her long mane from her shoulder, smoothing it down her back.
He carefully slid his fingers into that glorious mahogany mass and cupped the back of her head.

She went perfectly still. Only her eyes moved, searching his. He sensed her waiting, opening her being to his. The soft strands of her hair drifted through his fingers, a silken web that snared him, drawing him into her.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered. Her lashes swept down. He tipped her head back and kissed her. She jerked in surprise, then opened her lips to him. Her arms slipped around his neck and tightened. It was all the encouragement Heath needed.

He spun them, pinning her between his body and the viewport. She arched into him. He threw caution away and touched his tongue to hers. She jerked again, then responded, slowly running the tip of her tongue over his lower lip. The blood pounded through his veins, deafening him. He hardened in a wonderful rush.He pressed his hips to hers, making sure she was aware of his arousal. She made a noise deep in her throat and clung to him. His balls throbbed. His cock ached. Gooseflesh shivered across his skin.

He nipped his way down her neck. Like her face, her neck was virtually furless, the skin soft under his mouth. Her hands had worked under his shirt and were cool against his overheated back, making him shiver.

“Heath,” she moaned, throwing her head back in invitation and request that he keep kissing her neck. He eased them toward the bed. She hurried him along, overbalancing them onto the mattress with him beneath her.

His hands skimmed along her sides, feeling her curves. She was less hurried, more deliberate. The breath left him as she boldly stroked the bulge in his pants, cupping her hand around and over to learn his shape and size. He grasped her firm buttocks and pulled her to him, then rolled her beneath him.

Surprise that she didn’t protest registered in the back of his mind. He pressed his advantage and cupped her breast, caressing the outside swell with gentle strokes. He kept kissing her, their tongues mating and dancing. She gave back to him all that he offered up to her.

She suddenly took a great gulp of air and pushed at his shoulders. He rose up enough to look at her. Her eyes were bright and alive. Her hands made small, nervous movements, playing with his collar.

“I must breathe,” she told him.

Heath swallowed, and then inhaled deeply. “Me, too.” He was panting as rapidly as she was. “Am I too heavy?”

Her arms tightened around his neck. “No. Don’t move.”

“I thought Sheadonnyan females objected to having a male lying on top of them.”

“What would you know about it, human male, hmm? Don’t move.” She locked her legs around his hips.

ISBN 978-1-60313-227-5

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No One But You by KC Kendricks

2011-07-12T00:02:00.001-04:00

No One But You
Contemporary m/m romance
available at Amber Allure

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.

EXCERPT

“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.”

NO ONE BUT YOU
ISBN 978-1-60272-545-4
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/NoOneButYou.html

Also available:
SURRENDERED VICTORY
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/SurrenderedVictory.html
2008 Amber Heat Wave Winner
ISBN 978-1-60272-283-5

PASSION'S VICTORY
2008 CAPA Nominee
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-330-6

SHINING VICTORY
One of the Top Ten Bestsellers at
Amber Allure November and December 2008
ISBN 978-1-60272-422-8

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New Release: IN THE EYE, A BBA Menage Story

2011-07-09T08:35:00.000-04:00
If you loved my multicultural MMF menage novella ALL THE WAY and now you'd like to read a similarly-themed story that's set in the summer rather than at Christmastime, here's your opportunity!

About In The Eye, a BBA Menage story

by Giselle Renarde
32 pages / 8900 words
Ebook zipped file contains - html, lit, Adobe and Sony optimized pdf, prc, epub

Dale and Xu are not your typical tornado-chasers. These guys don’t pretend to be in it for the research. It’s a thrill ride for them. Hell, they spend September to May bettering their minds as Grad students, and then spend most of the summer teaching seminar courses. This is their time to kick back before summer session starts. When Susitna begs to come along on their annual adventure, Xu is absolutely opposed to the idea. Dale convinces him to take her on as a driver so they can fulfill their fantasy of getting it on in the backseat during a storm--but they don't tell her that! How will Susitna react to the boys' storm fetish?

Sample

As Dale surged forward, the air seemed to get very heavy. He spotted Xu and Susi in the distance before he noticed the darkened cloud system over a bright afternoon sky. "Did you find Charlie?" he called to them, out of breath already. And then he heard the dog barking like crazy up ahead, and a familiar sense of trepidation overtook him.

Xu pointed way out into the distance. "What do you think?"

Jogging up to them, Dale stared up at the charcoal grey sky. The winds were picking up and, without any more warning than that, they were caught in a downpour.

"What the fuck, man?" Susi shouted, picking up Charlie and holding the puppy tight against her chest. Charlie stopped barking, and now sat quivered against her owner's ample cleavage. "Where did this come from?"

Dale couldn't offer any response. He'd planned on tracking storms, or at least seeing what the real storm trackers had to say this evening when they arrived at some cheap and cozy motel in Omaha or thereabouts. When he looked to his partner in crime, Xu said the same thing. "I haven't had a chance to listen in yet. I wanted to get my course-planning out of the way first." He held up his cell phone, shielding it from the onslaught. "I don't get reception out here."

"Wherever here is," Susi said through chattering teeth. Her dark, wet hair slapped her face, and she had to shout over the high winds. They should have been running, trying to escape this massive rainfall, but there was nothing quite so mesmerizing as a possibility.
You can buy a copy of I N THE EYE from Torquere Press!

Taming Triton by KC Kendricks

2011-07-07T18:23:00.001-04:00

Taming Triton
Contemporary gay romance
#2 Best Seller, Amber Allure, October 2009
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/TamingTriton.html

Austin Michaels accepts his brother’s standing invitation for a Caribbean vacation at his island resort. Some time in the sun is just what he needs to map out a plan for his future. He gets lucky and meets a handsome teacher willing to have a little vacation fling with, as long as they can keep things fun.

Steve Guthrie’s secret longings have haunted him all his life. It’s time to face his questions and find the truth of who he really is beyond a staid college professor. His love of the sea prompts him to take a vacation at a Caribbean hide-a-way for relaxation and reflection. A sexy stranger with a tattoo tempts Steve to abandon his plans, enticing him to share a vacation romp.

Now Steve’s the student in a high stakes class of one, and to pass the course, he has to tame his very own Triton.

* * * * *

INTRO (from Steve's point of view)

“You’re early. I need to get a shower.”

Austin's grin widened. “I’ll come wash your back, Steve.”

I put my hands on my hips and stared him down. “You’ll go get something to open that bottle later. It won’t take me long to get rinsed off.”

He set the bottle on the table, opened a drawer, and held up a corkscrew. “They think of everything at the Southern Cross.”

“I’ve known you six hours, and you’re not climbing in the shower with me, Austin.”

His gaze locked with me, gluing my feet to the floor as he stepped in front of me. “Me thinketh the lad protesteth overmuch.”

My heart stuttered, then beat faster. I wondered if he could hear it. “I’m not protesting. I’m taking a shower.”

His right hand reached out, coming to rest on my shoulder, briefly, before his fingers slid into my hair. The breeze coming through the open window cooled my heated face and brought the light scent of his aftershave to me. No musk for Austin, the fragrance was clean and icy crisp, like snow.

My knees started to shake as he leaned closer to me. His eyelids fluttered closed as his warm breath caressed my cheek. A drumbeat pounded in my ears, deafening me, as his mouth touched mine.

I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight.

* * * * *

EXCERPT

There was a soft knock on the door. I didn’t need a rocket scientist to tell me who it was.

What did I want from him? An explanation? Or did I want to tell him to go have a nice life? I opened the door and took in his worried face. Austin stared at me, and his expression shifted to wariness.

“Steve, what’s wrong?”

Men lie to men all the time. Well, not me. I wasn’t sliding into that gutter. Ever.

“I saw you being very cozy with Colby Denton’s boyfriend.”

He flinched at the accusation, at my sharp voice, but his hand snaked out and grabbed my wrist.

“It’s not what you think. Let me come in…”

“Men lie to men--isn’t that what you said? Should I let you in so you can lie to me?”

“Babe, you should let me in so the neighbors on their terrace don’t get a good laugh, or call the front desk and complain.”

I hesitated a half-second too long, and Austin pushed past me into my suite. “Call Colby and tell him what you saw. Go ahead. Let him tell you didn’t see Theron and me sneaking around.”

Austin jumped as I slammed the door shut behind him. I rounded on him. “I fucking saw what I saw, Austin!”

“Yeah? You saw my brother give me a kiss. Is that really a big deal to you?”

The hot rage of his betrayal died in my belly, cooling as if it had never even existed. His brother? He’d mentioned a brother. My knees threatened to give out on me and I plopped down on a dinette chair. Austin took the seat next to mine and held out his hands, palms up.

“Steve, I’m sorry. I’d have gotten around to explaining how I know Theron and Colby tonight. I didn’t think…I mean I didn’t see any reason to tell you my total life story right away. There’s a lot we don’t know about each, and most of it won’t make any difference while we’re having vacation fun.”

I wanted to believe him, I really did. “So tell me about your brother now, and don’t leave anything out.”

That wary look he had teased at his features, a clear indication he had something to hide. If this Theron were his brother, there shouldn’t be any problem, but the trapped look on his face said more than words ever could. Anger licked at my guts again.

“Lie to me, Austin.”

He shook his head. “No. I won’t. Theron is my foster-brother. Let’s walk over to the main building and you can ask him to verify it. Just don’t cross-examine him because you don’t have the right, and his nerves can’t take it.” Austin reached out and took my hand. I yanked away.

Damn him. “Let’s just go our separate ways, Austin. I can’t trust you.”

Very slowly, he reached for my hand again, wrapping his fingers around mine. This time, something in the earnest way he looked at me, his posture, kept me from pulling back. He took a deep breath.

“I don’t remember my mother. She’s just a name on my birth certificate. I was put into the child welfare system early. So was Theron. We ended up with the same foster family, one that understood gay teens.”

“That’s the real short version, isn’t it?”

To his credit, he didn’t deny it, merely nodded. I had a choice to make. Accept his explanation, or ask him to leave. I knew I didn’t have the right to know every detail of his life story based on our short acquaintance, sex or no sex. The other side of the coin--I’d not told him anything about my life, either. I looked down at our hands. His grip tightened for an instant.

“Okay. So I’m an ass to jump to conclusions and have a little fit.”

Austin’s other hand gripped my knee. “No, you’re not. Theron and I are pretty close. The first time I came for a visit, I thought Colby’s head was going to explode when he caught us…You don’t wanna know yet.”

“The hell I don’t! You’d better spit it out now, Austin.”

“We, um, got a little drunked up. Colby came up to my suite and found us flopped on the bed together, giggling like fools, talking about old times.” Austin flashed me a sheepish look. “Babe, he was not pleased.”

A thought formed, growing stronger as a flush stained his cheeks. I closed my eyes, then opened them slowly. "Jeez, Austin, you and Theron were each other's first, weren't you?"

He didn't attempt to deny it. It wouldn't have worked on me if he had.

"Steve, it was a long time ago. We were two lonely teenagers with the same big secret-we were queers. Somehow the universe gave us to each other to take care of and made us brothers. He and Colby are all the family I have."

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “I get it, Austin. I really do. I’m sor…”

His fingers pressed to my lips. “Don’t say it. Not for this. You don’t know me, so you’re right to question me.”

“For what it’s worth, I just learned a lesson about jumping to conclusions. Never too old, right?”

He leaned forward and kissed me, a tender pressing of his lips to mine. I kissed him back, more relieved than I should be.

This was a vacation thing. I needed to keep it that way.

TAMING TRITON
Book Two of the Southern Cross series
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-586-7
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/TamingTriton.html

NETTING NEPTUNE
Book One of the Southern Cross series
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-573-7
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/NettingNeptune.html

POSEIDON'S PLEASURE
Book Three of the Southern Cross series
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-599-7
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/PoseidonsPleasure.html

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Lucky by K.M. Mahoney

2011-07-04T09:00:00.002-04:00

Lucky
by K.M. Mahoney
Allegro Romani is a fairy. Literally. Disowned by his family because of his sexual orientation, he’s left the Fae realm for Earth. He’s done all right for himself, establishing a small store in a paranormal-friendly town. He’s even made a few friends, despite his awkward social skills. But one day a week, everything goes to hell.

Alli is a Fayte, and they don’t tend to fare very well out of the magic-laden air of their home world. Once a week, their body rebels. And the result? A day full of the worst luck imaginable. For Alli, that day is always Friday. He’s come to dread them and would, in fact, spend every Friday tucked up in bed with the covers over his head if he could. But he’s found out from past experience that it doesn’t help, so now he just grits his teeth and tries to get through Friday without killing himself. Or someone else.

Then one particular Friday, his bad luck results in something surprisingly good. He meets a gorgeous bear-shifter named Michael Lakkis. And despite seeing Alli at his worst, Michael isn’t running the opposite direction. In fact, he’s chasing down Alli with resolve and determination.

Now Alli just has to find a way to keep his bear-shifter, get rid of the trouble plaguing him, and figure out who wants him out of Putman County for good. It’s enough to make any sane fairy run for the hills. Fortunately, Alli has never been accused of being particularly sane. And with his new bear at his side? Alli is determined to hang onto his new life. Bad luck or no bad luck...

Excerpt:

...Alli dropped facedown on the couch with a loud groan. Michael chuckled, shoving the door closed with his foot.

“I’m hungry,” he declared.

Alli buried his head in one of the throw pillows. “You can’t possibly be hungry again,” he muttered. “You ate an entire pizza by yourself.”

“It was only a medium,” Michael pointed out.

Alli stirred himself enough to wave one hand in the air. “Get your own food. I’m not moving. Ever again.”

Michael grinned. Alli was just too cute. They’d worked hard all day, and it showed. Michael was feeling a bit sore himself. Amazing how much dead plants could weigh. And then there were the clay pots and the small trees and…

Yeah. He could sympathize with Alli’s drama. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun with it, though.

Michael plucked a leaf out of Alli’s tangled hair and twirled it. “Someone needs a shower,” he teased.

“Showering requires moving.”

“What if I joined you? Tempted then?”

Alli’s head turned, one eye popped open, and he looked interested. For all of three seconds. Then he shook his head. “We’d slip, fall, and end this marvelous day in the hospital, because that’s all it needs to be absolutely perfect.”

“Stop being such a grouch. Come on, I’ll wash your back,” he wheedled.

“I’ll take a shower tomorrow,” Alli declared. “When the danger has passed.”

“You make absolutely no sense sometimes.”

“We all have talents.”

Michael reached down, wrapped his hands around Alli’s skinny waist, and hauled the man up. Alli yelped, limbs flailing.

“What the hell? Stop that, you jerk! I was sleeping!”

“No, you were complaining. Come on, the least you can do is keep me company while I shower.”

“I’m not sitting on the toilet while you get all wet and soapy and…” Alli trailed off, licking his lips. And oh, happy day. His pupils were dilating, breath just the slightest bit choppy.

Score.

“Sure you don’t want to join me?” Michael whispered in Alli’s ear.

“We’ll die.”

“From a shower?”

“It’s Friday.”

“And that still means nothing to me.”

“I don’t…Oh, fuck.” Alli lunged, smashing their lips together with enough force that Michael actually heard their teeth collide. He didn’t complain, though. He was far too busy kissing Alli back.

“That’s my goal,” Michael murmured into Alli’s open mouth.

“Huh?”

“Fuck.”

“Oh. Sounds good. No. Wait.”

“No more waiting.”

Michael was indeed done waiting. If it were up to Alli, they’d dance around for another couple of weeks before Michael would even get a blow job. So he was taking matters into his own hands. Literally.

With that thought foremost in his mind, Michael dropped his right hand and palmed the front of Alli’s jeans. Alli moaned, head dropping back, when Michael squeezed.

“Do that again,” Alli demanded.

“That and more,” Michael promised.

God, but Alli was hot. His lithe body was squirming against Michael, legs spreading to give his cock more room. The scent of arousal filled the air, Alli’s prick a delicious, hot bulge under Michael’s touch. Alli lifted one leg, wrapping it around the back of Michael’s knee to give Michael a better angle. Michael took advantage, rubbing and pressing until Alli was moaning almost continuously.

Then he moved his hand.

Alli whimpered. Honest to God whimpered at the loss of the touch.

“No, so close,” he begged.

“Don’t worry,” Michael told him, nipping at the skin behind Alli’s ear. “I’m not even close to being done with you yet. And if anyone rings the doorbell, they’re out of luck. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.” And that could take a few days...

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The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Kiana by Rayne Forrest

2011-06-30T07:00:00.000-04:00

The Rea Cheveyo Chronicles: Kiana
Sci-fi erotic romance

Available now at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=347&zenid=0345949e1436c812e48011da038682e6

Captain Ian Logan of Terra commands the most powerful starship ever built, the Rea Cheveyo. Adjutant Kiana ni Jamallan of Adonica is trying to escape the notice of her corrupt superiors. What she can’t escape is Ian’s notice. When an Adonican freighter goes missing and Kiana uses a mental ‘push’ to maneuver her way onto his ship, Ian seizes the opportunity to get closer to the lovely adjutant.

Unable to resist the advances of attractive, tempting - but human - Ian, Kiana risks the censure of her government. Enlisting Ian’s help to save a missing crew, she treads a dangerous path with her future on one side and Ian on the other. One misstep and she’ll lose both.

As their worlds collide, Kiana is forced to choose between fulfilling her destiny—or following her heart.

EXCERPT

Kiana dozed off, slowly, as her imagination let her sleep in Ian’s arms. A gentle touch on her hip woke her. She scrambled to sit up and blinked Ian into focus.

Ian touched her face. “You looked so peaceful. Perhaps I should not have disturbed you.”

“I’m glad thee did.”

“Why?”

“Don’t thee know, Ian Logan?”

His jaw worked. He looked away. When he spoke, his voice was low, and rough.

“What should I know, Kiana? That I’ve put you in an awkward position? That anything you do is used against your family? That us being alone together is reported back to your superiors?”

“Thee are a good man, that thee care about these things.” She laid her hand over his. “Do thee know more?” Kiana beat back the temptation to open herself up to her gifts and feel his emotions.

He looked at her, his gaze naked with desire. Her heart skipped a few beats, and then started to pound. Her stomach did a strange little flip, and the ache deep inside her flared back to life.

“I know I want you. And I know, for your sake, I can’t act on it.”

This man’s honor would keep him from her unless she said just the right words. A single tear slid down her cheek.

“I want thee, Ian Logan. I do not care the right or wrong of it. This one time, I want something for myself. Can thee understand?”

He swallowed hard. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kiana.”

“I know. It is my choice. I choose thee.” She slipped her arms around his neck and raised her lips to his.

Ian’s arms came around her and tightened. He pushed her down beneath him and claimed her mouth. She felt the breathy rumble in his chest as his lips moved on hers. His hand quickly found its way under the softness of the robe and cupped the roundness of her bare bottom. She gasped in surprise, arching to him. His strong fingers caressed lightly down the back of her thigh and brushed across moist, tingling flesh. She tried to open herself more to him, but his body and her gown pinned her. She made a frustrated noise, and he pulled away.

Very slowly, almost reverently, he pulled the trapped fabric from beneath him and slid it up her legs as she watched. It pooled in small ripples, covering her pelvis. The cool air brushed her limbs. Ian bent and kissed the inside of one quivering thigh. The breath clogged in her throat.

He inhaled sharply. She knew he’d caught the scent of her arousal. He slipped his hand under the fabric, resting it in the soft valley where her leg joined her body. Kiana’s hips jerked up to him. The robe freed, he slowly stretched out beside her, settling them into a tangle of arms and legs.

Kiana tugged on his shirt, freeing it from his trousers. She slipped her hand beneath it and caressed Ian’s warm skin. Small ridges of muscle covered his ribs, and she lightly traced them with one finger. Gooseflesh rose in her wake.
He took her hand and guided it to the bulge of his erection. He opened the snap of his pants with quick fingers, an unspoken request, and permission, for her to touch him as she wished.

Her inner flesh clenched. The tingling gave way to an insistent throbbing, a drumbeat pulse at her core that filled her with a desperate need. She moved her hand across the bulge, learning his shape. Would he hear her if she sent the thought to him?

Teach me.

ISBN (E) 978-1-60313-202-2

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Your Whisper in the Dark by KC Kendricks

2011-06-25T19:37:00.000-04:00
June 19, 2011
New release!

Your Whisper in the Dark
Contemporary erotic gay romance
Available now at http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/YourWhisperDark.html

Kenzie Zahn is starting over as a single man. Left with few immediate options, he accepts a friend’s invitation to visit and house sit. It’s the perfect opportunity for Kenzie to put a little space between the past and present while figuring out the best path for his future.

Mason Hall enjoys the carefree single life. He works hard, plays a little harder, and doesn’t think much about settling down. The right man will come along – or not – and he’s content to wait. A night out to enjoy a little dancing leads to a hook-up with Kenzie, the kind of man Mason has only ever fantasized about. Mason can’t let him get away.

Kenzie’s smitten. Mason is irresistible, but home is a thousand miles away and a long-distance romance isn’t workable. A strange twist of identity brings a linked past to light. Kenzie and Mason are brought to the realization that even when Fate arranges a man’s destiny, he still has to take a leap of faith, or lose out on love.

INTRO:

I scampered off to the parlor like a love struck teenager, snatched the receiver off the hook, and fell breathlessly onto the sofa.

“Hey, Mason.”

“Hey. I had this number on the service ticket from last fall. Um, is it okay I called?”

I heard the ‘click’ as Tyler hung the phone upstairs. “Yeah, sure. I guess I should give you my cell phone number, though.”

“Yeah. Do it tonight.”

My stomach plunged. The weather wasn’t conducive to going out. I appreciated Tyler’s offer of his truck, but it would be foolish to go out on unfamiliar icy roads when I didn’t really need to.

“It’s snowing, Mason.”

There was a clattering crash in my ear.

“Fuck. Dropped my screwdriver. Dropped my wrench. Hold on.”

I grinned as I listened to more noise and additional foul language. Was he nervous over calling me? His smooth voice flowed back into my ear. “Sorry about that. I know it’s snowing, damn it. So you’re not coming into town?”

“I’d better not. I don’t know the roads around here that well.” I held my breath, dreading his next words. What if he hung up and we never connected again?

But wouldn’t that be best? My head and my heart weren’t in agreement.

“I guess you’re right.” He cleared his throat. I heard him take a deep breath. “Kenzie, will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?”

I failed to remember I was thirty-six, and a mature man. I ignored how bad of an idea it was to get involved with anyone a thousand miles away from home.

We’d already had each other in the most physically intimate ways possible, and now he wanted to take me dinner. I pumped my fist in the air in a gesture of victory.

“I would love to have dinner with you, Mason.”

EXCERPT:

“Kenzie, please. We need to go someplace private so I can tell you everything.”

I couldn’t think about anything except getting the hell away from him. “I’m leaving, and neither one of us is going to make a scene. Goodbye, Mason.”

I stood, turned on my heel, and left him sitting there. I needed fresh air, to somehow manage to breathe again. If I could get out the door, I could quiet the pounding ‘why, why, why’ beating inside my skull. Was this what people meant by a surreal experience? I fumbled my car keys, dropping them. I bent over to retrieve them without paying attention to how close to the car I was and whacked my head on the car door.

“Fucking hell!” I plopped down on the frozen tundra of blacktop and grabbed the right side of my head to make sure my brains weren’t spilling out.

Just fucking great. I’d sport a bruise for sure come morning, not to mention the fucking headache already eating through bone.

Every time I went queen-out, something nasty happened and it was usually my own fucking fault. Like now. I welcomed Mason’s body heat as he knelt beside me. “Kenzie? Are you okay?”

I kept my right palm pressed to my forehead and glared at him.

“What the fuck to you think?” I moved my hand. “Just tell me if I’m bleeding.”

Mason hesitated, then stroked my face with cold fingertips. “The skin isn’t broken, but I think you’re going to have a bump.” He eased down beside me and I hoped his balls would freeze fast to the macadam through his jeans and stick when he got up. “Please talk to me, Kenzie.”

I suspected there was no way to avoid a conversation with him. Self-induced concussion aside, I seemed to have regained some composure. Maybe. I had one burning question for him.

“Mason, why the fuck even tell me? Why not let me live in blissful ignorance?”

He reached for my hand but stopped short of taking it. I sighed and held it out to him. His chilly fingers closed around my equally cold ones. My gloves were in the car instead of my pocket. Score another point for the home team.

“I had to tell you, Kenzie. It was the only right thing to do once I realized who you were.” He started to put his arm around me but I froze him with a look.

Yes, it was. I had to agree with him on that point. He could have kept it from me. How would I ever learn of it? Dennis and I weren’t in touch, and as far as I was concerned, we never would be. It was all in the past, his and mine, and it couldn’t be changed. Generally, I held with the belief that if there was one thing gay men had no right to judge, it was another gay man’s past sexual history – casting the first stone and all that crap.

My immediate thought was he’d blown that out of the water, but maybe not. He’d taken a big risk by telling me about knowing my ex-partner. Lord, my head hurt.

“So you told me. Now you can fuck me guilt free.”

Mason blew out a short, tired breath. “Kenzie.”

“Sorry. I’m not at my best when my head is splitting and my balls are freezing.”

This time, I didn’t stop him when he moved to put his arm around my shoulders. “I told you because you deserved to know my side of it, okay? If I could take back that day, I would.”

That day? One day? Had Dennis wrecked our life together over one lousy fuck? I certainly saw why he’d be attracted to Mason. The man was smoking hot and, heaven help us all, principled.
“I’m going home, Mason. I need to think about a few things.”

“Will you come to my place so we can talk? And I mean talk. No sex unless you say so.”

The man’s sincerity rang clear and true in his low voice. I hated to turn him down, but I had to.

YOUR WHISPER IN THE DARK
ISBN 978-1-61124-129-7
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New Release: Waxing is for Pussies (Lesbian Threesome)

2011-06-25T13:12:00.001-04:00
Today my lesbian threesome short "Waxing is for Pussies" is being re-released by the awesome loveyoudivine Alterotica, my home for queer and kinky books. This funny, fetishy story was originally published by Torquere Press. Now you can get it from lyd, All Romance ebooks, and many other retailers!

Waxing is for Pussies

By: Giselle Renarde | Other books by Giselle Renarde

Published By: loveyoudivine

Published: Jun 23, 2011

ISBN # 5057_1051

Word Count: 6,575

Heat Index

Claire is a butch dyke who doesn't go in for all the "girly" stuff. Her girlfriend Billie works at a salon, joyfully painting nails all day. When Billie takes up hot waxing, she asks Claire to be her test subject. She also asks her salon buddy Soo Jin to give her hand. How will Claire and Billie react when Soo Jin takes the request for help as an invitation to play?

Excerpt:

“Have you ever had a bikini wax?” Billie asked as she ate.

I laughed. “Do I look like someone who gets waxed?”

With a shrug, she said, “I don’t know. You got a pedicure once.”

“From you,” I added as she lifted a piece of sushi saturated in soy
sauce to her mouth. “I just wanted to meet you. Every time I tried to
say hi on the street, I chickened out. I get nervous talking to
beautiful girls.”

Billie smiled as she chewed. “Want one?”

I waved away the sushi. “Nah, I already ate, but thanks.”

Shaking her pretty head, she leaned forward to kiss my cheek. I knew
she’d have left a big red lipstick stain in her wake, but I left it for
the moment. “Not sushi, sweety.” She cooed like a crafty little dove. “A
bikini wax. Want one?”

Without meaning to, I laughed out loud. There were so many reasons to
say no, I didn’t know where to begin. “What, you mean at the salon?
Because I’m pretty sure your boss just banned me for life.”

“We could do it after hours,” she said with a sneaky grin. “I’m a key holder.”

What other excuses could I come up with? “I’ve heard it hurts like hell.”

“Oh, don’t give me that.” She spread some wasabi on her sushi and topped
it with pickled ginger before setting it in a pool of soy sauce. “You
have how many tattoos? I think you can handle a little hot wax.”

She sure wasn’t making it easy for me to resist the call of the wax. I
tried to think up a better excuse than, “I’m a pussy and I can’t take
the pain,” but it wasn’t happening.

“Besides,” she went on, “I think you’d taste great bare. My lips would
like it.” When she winked at me, my jaw swung open. Hell, yeah! My lips
would like it too! “And—who knows?—you might just enjoy the process.”

Rising from the footstool, she pulled down on the hem of the black
cotton dress that served as her uniform. The one last piece of sushi,
she left in front of me in its plastic box. I stared at it in displaced
awe. After tiptoeing to the door, she turned around and said, “Come down
after hours. We’ll have a good time.”

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New! CUT GLASS: JEWELS, Book 1 - Diamond by Linda Mooney

2011-06-17T10:44:00.001-04:00

New!

CUT GLASS: JEWELS
Book 1 - Diamond
A dark erotic urban fantasy romance
From Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=4&products_id=587
Word Count: 79.4K

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 Glass is a lapidary, one of an unknown group of people who’ve dedicated their lives to destroying jewels. But in order to keep the jewels from slaughtering innocent victims, she has to kill the host and then eat the jewel that emerges from the body.

Except this time the jewel she's assigned to go after, a diamond, has infected a very wealthy and influential man who has hired police protection. When Detective David Fellowes clashes with Cutler, it’s going to take more than a simple explanation before he believes her outlandish tale.

Warning: Contains creatures of unbelievable horror, a woman facing a future of bitter solitude, a man willing to sacrifice everything to be with her, and their burning love that one person is determined will never be allowed to continue or flourish.

Seducing Light by KC Kendricks

2011-06-15T00:01:00.004-04:00

SEDUCING LIGHT
Contemporary gay romance
Now available at Amber Allure

INTRO

Asher Myles struggled to put his life back together after an identity thief stripped him of everything but his talent for capturing light and shadow with a camera lens. With a new job and a new start, Asher’s on his way to Montana – and a meeting with the man he’s fantasized about since he first saw him on the silver screen.

Nick Light, actor, director, and Hollywood royalty, doesn’t like paparazzi. When he agrees to have his Montana ranch photographed for a style magazine, the unexpected happens. Asher's not the man Nick expected to find behind the camera.

Asher knows he'll have to convince Nick they belong together, but he has an edge.

Because if there’s one thing Nick can’t resist, it’s a man with a talent for seducing light.

EXCERPT

“Relax. I’m not going to blow open your closet door.”

Nick didn’t look at me. “You have no idea the hell I’ve been in the last three months.”

“Directing is that much harder than acting?”

“That’s not what I mean.”

The elevator doors whisked open and I had to move fast to keep up with him. He had his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the pickup with the remote. I bypassed the running board and jumped up into the seat. He engaged the locks as soon as the doors closed. Nick turned to me.

“Asher, I’m sorry. I acted like a total asshole.”

“Yeah, you did. Now move on.”

His hand gripped my knee. “Just like that?”

I shrugged. “You want some queen scene, go piss on someone else. Does this thing have air conditioning?”

Nick stuck his keys in the slot and turned the switch, bringing the smooth-running engine to life. Hot air blasted out the vents, quickly moderating. Desperate to cool down, I undid a few buttons and held my shirt open to catch the artificial breeze. He wasn’t ready to let it go yet.

“You have every right to be angry at me.”

“Who says I’m not? I am, and no apology in the world is enough. So just fucking move on, Nick.”

He glared at me. “I don’t know what to do with that, man. I don’t know what to do about you, either.”

My heart started beating in a strange, uneven rhythm. He leaned toward me, shoulders and palms open. He looked worried, earnest. Years of sizing up other men based on their body language told me he was being honest with me.

I remembered his heat as I went into him, his strong thighs gripping my sides. That memory trapped me, held me there throughout my days and nights, but I’d sooner have my jailor than his.

His closet door didn’t just protect his Hollywood career, it held him hostage. All his money couldn’t free him.

What did he want with me? And I knew – I knew – he wanted me. I wouldn’t fit in his rich man's world so where did that leave him? Or me?

Hell, I wasn’t even sure what I wanted with him. I moved in different circles. Poorer circles. People in my world worked nine-to-five jobs with paychecks barely stretching one Friday to the next, and didn’t give a fuck what the world thought about them.

It was better to forget we’d ever put our hands on each other. We should chalk it up to a moment of foolishness, or gross stupidity.

Only, I couldn’t rid myself of the memory of him beneath me. At night, in my solitary bed, I could still feel his body so tightly around mine. When I slept, his eyes were there, always waiting for me, his gaze full of desire, hope and wariness.

What did I want, and how far could I push him to get it?

The pickup protected our lower bodies from anyone with a camera. I reached out, laid my hand on his thigh, and slid it up to cup his balls. He stared at me with the witchy look he always gave me in my dreams.

“Just so you know, Nick. There’s no halfway with me. It’s all in, balls out, or nothing.”

He took a deep, ragged breath, and kissed me.

SEDUCING LIGHT
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-530-0

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Surrendered Victory by KC Kendricks

2011-06-08T00:01:00.003-04:00

Surrendered Victory
contemporary gay romance

#2 Bestseller June 2008
at Amber Allure

INTRO

Dalton makes Reed tingle in all the right places. Now Reed’s ready to answer the question that’s haunted his every failed relationship. Is he really gay?

Reed walked into Dalton’s life and everything changed. This time, Dalton won’t hide the fact he’s gay from anyone, even his son.

Together they surrender all to each other and claim the ultimate victory - love.

EXCERPT

We tapped our shot glasses together and downed the golden-brown nectar in unison. Funny how I’d never cared too much for the stuff and now I liked it. Dalton flopped down on the bed beside me. My gaze dropped to his groin.

He shook his head. “First, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

He grinned, showing even white teeth. “Does the elder Mr. Kauffman know you’re gay?”

I snorted. “What makes you think I’m gay? Because I’m naked in bed with another man?”

“Well, Reed, that is sorta my first clue.”

The nervous tapping of his left index finger drew me. “If you want a cigarette, go get one.”

Dalton shot me a sideways glance. “I’ve had my one for today. I’ve come this far to quitting, I’m not backsliding now.”

It didn’t seem wise to point out to him if he could get by on one a day he could get by on none. I chose a safer course. “Congratulations. It’s a tough addiction to break.”

“So is boffing guys up the ass. I’m not even going to think about rehabbing myself on that. Are you going to answer my question?”

“I wouldn’t want you to, and no, dear old Dad does not know for certain his heir likes boys,” I told him dryly.

“That’s not the talk.”

“Oh? That’s always been the talk, and I’m sure he’s heard it. That’s why, when I broke it off with the last girlfriend, his head exploded. The fallout of that eruption landed me out here where he doesn’t have to look at his ‘failure.’” I sighed and stroked his cheek with my knuckles.

“His loss.” Dalton propped up on his elbow and looked down at me, his face earnest in the light from the bathroom. “Do you think you’re a failure?”

“Because I’m gay?”

Jesus, I’d uttered those two syllables as though they were merely words and didn’t define my past, present and future all at once. I’d come a long way in the space of a few hours. Or had I? I’d been moving toward tonight for a long time.

Dalton splayed his hand in the center of my chest, his middle finger gently tapping the flat disk of my nipple.

“I’ve failed at a lot of things, but never at being me,” I said.

His face underwent a curious change, morphing from earnestly curious, to surprise, to something akin to pleasure, before turning sad.

“You’re one of the lucky ones then.” He trailed his hand down my torso to my belly button. I nipped his shoulder.

“Go lower, Dalton. Just a few inches lower.”

He pinned me to the bed with a quick, controlled roll, the move of a street fighter. A frisson of excitement, mixed with trepidation, swept me. Those large, calloused hands cupped my face.

“Reed, you have to be sure. If you’re not, we’ll call it a night.”

That notion scared me worse than anything he would physically do to me. If he backed off now, I’d never get this close to him again. The demons we both danced with would see to it.

Before I could answer, his mouth claimed mine, searing my lips as his fused to mine. My world reeled as his kiss stole my breath. His body covered mine, tense with the urgency of his desire and his demand. His intention was clear. He meant to have me before I could change my mind. I cupped his ass and pulled him closer.

A low moan rumbled in his chest as his arms held me still. My cock filled to bursting. He guided my hands to the headboard and I grasped the rail and held on as he licked his way down my chest.

Surrendered Victory
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THE PROMISE EXCERPT - RATED HIGH R

2011-06-05T18:09:00.002-04:00

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“We can move if you like. It’s no bother, really.”

Ryan glanced at his bed, visualizing her lying there, hair spread out around her. Only she wasn’t alone. He was there with her, they were naked, and making love. Twisting like wild animals among the sheets. Damn! The tingle in his cock warned him he was getting a hard on. How many times in the last five years had he turned hard just thinking about Shannon? How many times had he fantasized about sliding into her soft body and screwing the hell out of her?

Without warning, a burning spasm raced down his injured leg, paralyzing him with intense pain. He dropped his bag and reached for the doorjamb to keep from falling, and grit his teeth to hold back a groan. The doctors said in time the spasms would go away but in the meantime he was at their mercy, never knowing when one was going to hit. Praying that it was one he would be able to handle like a man.

“Ryan!”

He could hear the alarm in her sharp whisper. She rushed towards him as she’d done in the kitchen. This time she ignored him when he motioned her back. She pried him away from the doorjamb, draped his arm across the back of her naked shoulders and led him toward the bed to sit down. She thought she was helping. But as she started to lower him another stab of blinding pain jerked him out of control and he fell back with a savage groan, dragging Shannon down with him.

“Oh hell!” he said sharply, sucking in his breath as the pain became almost too much to bear. He tried to recall what the therapist had said. He closed his eyes and sucked in slow, deep breaths, releasing them slowly. It didn’t seem to help. He clenched his hands into the bed.

“Ryan?” Shannon whispered with obvious concern in her tone soft tone. “Tell me what’s wrong, what I can do to help. It’s obvious you’re in terrible pain.”

He was surprised and thankful she wasn’t angry for her current situation. The last thing he needed was to have a squirming, indignant woman on top of him. “Just don’t move,” he ground out between his teeth, terrified she’d jar his throbbing thigh. It felt as though someone was pushing a hot poker through his flesh.

She complied, barely breathing against him. After a few seconds, the spasm gradually let up and he was able to relax beneath her. Ryan quickly became aware of other things. Like what it finally felt like to have the woman he wanted sprawled on top of him, in nothing but a towel.

“Do you need something?” she asked innocently.

Yeah, but he’d bite off his tongue before telling her he wanted to fuck her until neither of them could walk. Ryan was aware of every inch of Shannon. The weight of her full curves, the sensuous scent the enveloped her freshly washed body, the softness of her skin where he gripped her upper arms. And God help him he could feel her sweet breath against his neck as it warmly caressed his flesh. He inhaled deeply, praying for strength.

Everything about Shannon sharpened his arousal into a painful knot of desire. He had to get her off him soon or she was going to find out what she was doing to him.

“Ryan?”

He opened his eyes. Was it his imagination or had her pupils dilated? “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Shannon.”

“You didn’t, and I think you’re the one who’s suffering,” she whispered with compassion. “What happened?”

There was no way he was going to continue lying there with Shannon splayed out on top of him and try to hold a normal conversation with her. It wasn’t humanly possible.

“Do you think we can have this conversation later?”

“Of course. How can I get off you without causing you further pain?”

Tory Richards

New Release: Goose Girl (Lesbian Erotic Comedy)

2011-06-03T23:18:00.002-04:00
Fairy tale adaptations are always popular in the erotic genre, but I particularly love the kind that make me laugh. That's what my newest release is all about. 'Goose Girl' is a lesbian erotic comedy, spoofy and satirical, sure to be enjoyed by anyone who loved Cary Elwes in The Princess Bride and Robin Hood: Men in Tights (Oh, admit it already! That movie made you laugh.)

Goose Girl

Series: Twisted Fairytales
By: Giselle Renarde | Other books by Giselle Renarde
Published By: New Dawning Bookfair
Published: May 30, 2011
ISBN # 9781458051998
Word Count: 7,500
Heat Index

En route to meet her handsome prince, Princess Svana begs her butch waiting-maid Rosamunda for a quick cuddle in the great outdoors. Before Svana can say, "Identity Theft," the brute steals her royal apparel and marries her prince. The poor princess must take a job minding geese alongside an odd young man. Who will save her now?

Adult Excerpt

After riding Falada, the speaking mare, for some distance, Svana began
to feel a delicious sensation between her legs. The rhythmic bouncing
pressure against her lower lips generated an undeniably pleasant heat at
the apex of her thighs. This was by far her favorite part of riding,
this beautiful wet burn. In time, she could no longer bear the suspended
bliss of it and, bringing Falada to a halt in the center of a vast
field, Svana surprised her waiting-maid with a request:

"Oh, my dearest Rosamunda, riding this way has my precious cavern
flowing with love nectar. I feel I would die without immediate
gratification. I beg you, dismount, and take a drink from my cup."

"You have got to be kidding me," Rosamunda replied, halting her ride as
well. "First of all, precious cavern? Love nectar? Who the hell talks
like that, Miss Priss? If you're horny, you can bloody well get yourself
off. I don't choose to be your servant."

Svana was not surprised by her maid's harsh words. They had grown
accustomed to one another's ways, even in this short time together. So,
in her great thirst, the princess laid her head down against Falada’s
great rump. After pulling her skirt tails up well over her waist, Svana
tapped with one finger at her engorged lower lips. So sensitive were
they from the riding that even the slightest pressure sent waves of
pleasure throughout her body.

The wetness between her thighs was hardly a shock, for Svana's pussy was
extremely responsive. She was every bit as likely to appreciate a
codpiece askew as she was to behold the great tumbling cleavage of a
peasant woman. Bodies delighted her eyes, and as she observed the puffy
white clouds against the bright blue sky, she reflected upon such bawdy
sights as those.

Rubbing her fingers against the juicy folds of her craving cunt, Svana
panted and moaned. Her ample breasts jumped as she fingered herself, her
stiff nipples popping out from under her corset. Her nipples were
nearly as dark as the red of her bodice, though her flesh was nowhere
near as gold as the precious thread woven through. Stroking the waters
of her swollen pussy, the princess abandoned herself to the immensity of
her personal pleasure.

Goose Girl is available now from numerous e-retailers, including:

New Dawning Bookfair
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New Release: Five Body Blade (Multicultural Menage)

2011-05-28T00:33:00.000-04:00

Hot on the heels of anthologies, novels, and novellas, this week's addition to the Giselle Renarde Erotica roster is short and...not particularly sweet, actually. This is one of those stories with a bit of a ruthless edge to it, the kind I came into my career writing. Like the sword described in this story, Five Body Blade is hard and soft. Hmm...that description sort of reminds me of a certain portion of the male anatomy...five of which are featured in this new little ebook...

Five Body Blade

By: Giselle Renarde
Published By: loveyoudivine
Published: May 26, 2011
ISBN # 5057_1039

Word Count: 3,968
Heat Index

The "Five Body Blade" is a samurai sword hard and sharp enough to slice through five torsos in succession. For Miki, it's not only a coveted objet d'art, but also an erotic inspiration. She sees herself in the blade. Her fantasy is to take on five bodies at once. Five MEN. Toy boy Theo is apprehensive. Fortunately, she has the cash to make it happen.

Excerpt:
“Maybe I should pick up the check for this one,” Theo chuckled. “You must be dirt poor after spending all that money on a sword!”

Miki smirked, gazing at him with false coyness. “Are you my father or my lover? Dinner is my treat, as always.” Reaching across the table to touch his hand, she went on, “At any rate, I have something of a favour to ask of you.”

“Ask away,” he bid as a small bowl of gumbo arrived before him. Fancy restaurants never got it right. Was it enough that they tried, or should they strive harder for authenticity?

“Do you have five friends?” she asked.

Theo devoured an eager spoonful of gumbo, immediately regretting his haste. It burned his palate, but he couldn’t very well spit it out. He’d just have to suffer through. Taking a sip of water, he answered, “I’ve never counted my friends, but yeah, there are at least five of them. Why?”

She sat back in her chair, hands folded in lap. She hadn’t ordered an appetizer, so she just watched him eat. “I see myself in the five-body blade.”

“Polished metal usually has that effect,” he teased.

“Would you be serious for a moment?” She shot him a smirk. “I’m telling you I want to take on five bodies at once.”

His spoon tumbled to the bowl, splashing soup across his white shirt. “You want to slash five of my friends?”

“No, darling. Come to think of it, I would only need four since I already have you.” Theo’s eyes sought the exit sign until she continued, “I’m not about to slash anyone. The blade is my inspiration, not my weapon. My body is my weapon.” Tracing the gleaming steel of her butter knife with her index finger, she said, “I’ve always wanted to take on five bodies at once. Five men. You can be one, of course.”

Releasing a nervous chuckle, Theo dabbed at the soup stain with his napkin. “You’re not…you’re shitting me, right?”

“Not at all,” Miki replied. “It’s perfectly orchestrated in my mind. I’d like to use the timber table, since it’s long and narrow, but still strong enough to support the weight of two men. I think I’ll need to hang the sex swing overtop so I have enough mobility…”

“How long have you been planning this?” Theo asked, trying not to sound like too much of a prude.

“For as long as I can remember,” she confessed. “Now I have the sword. It’s time. So, can you get me four willing participants? I’m sure your college buddies could use some extra cash, if it isn’t enough to offer sex with no string attached. Not that it’s a big deal, but I would prefer four fit, gorgeous black boys. I would take four more Theos if that were possible.”

Finally, he had to express his disbelief. “Aren’t you even going to ask me if I want to be a part of this?”

She stared at him blankly before stating, “Money is no object.”

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Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!