Somebody To Love
Merry Farmer
Released: April 27, 2014
4.5 Star Review

Somebody to Love by Merry Farmer!
 
Love has not come easy for Phineas and sometimes near impossible. He lives in a world where  loving another man is completely forbidden and not acceptable by any means. So he has lived his life through his work and the family and friends who accept him for just being himself. Now enters a gorgeous lodger who enters his life but more importantly his heart. He must now choose between the comfort of a secure and safe life or risk it all for the love he has never had before.
 
Elliott is the new sheriff in Cold Springs, Montana and every women wants him as he is simply gorgeous but for Elliott he only has eyes for Phin. The chemistry between these guys is so hot and steamy but Elliott has his hands full trying to break open Phin's heart and let him love him for the man he is. Now an abduction brings both men together on a hunt for the cold blooded kidnappers. Will their attempt to save the missing child bring them together or pull them apart?
 
This is another book in the Montana series and is a stand alone novel. I so enjoyed the characters and how beautifully written they were. I loved how Elliott had to work at getting Phin's love as he spent so many years alone. So this was not a jump in the sack story but one of true love and understanding and why these two men so belong together. From the beginning you will be rooting for Phin to find the love he so desperately deserves. Then add in a great sub-plot involving an abduction and what a great and brilliantly written piece of writing. This is such an amazing historical gay western romance book set in 1900. I truly love this genre and the author was so detailed and spot on in her writing of this time, that I found myself being portalled back in time. This was my first novel by this author and I found myself loving her story so much and I will definitely be reading more of her work. So I recommend this novel...Somebody To Love by Merry Farmer for anyone who loves a good gay romance story, hot men, drama, acceptance and LOVE!

5 STARS

Opposites (Book one) by T.M. Smith

The global apocalyptic of the year 2081 and the planet actually survived it. Dr. Smith, one of the few survivors of the GWI started a new and amazing new society which I enjoyed so much. He believed that the breeding of straight people led to the destruction of civilization so he started a new society. He was able to manipulate the Dionysus gene. This new gene has the capabilities to manipulate human DNA to make sure that all male babies were born gay and all fe...more Opposites (Book one) by T.M. Smith

The global apocalyptic of the year 2081 and the planet actually survived it. Dr. Smith, one of the few survivors of the GWI started a new and amazing new society which I enjoyed so much. He believed that the breeding of straight people led to the destruction of civilization so he started a new society. He was able to manipulate the Dionysus gene. This new gene has the capabilities to manipulate human DNA to make sure that all male babies were born gay and all female babies were born lesbian and this is now the new world he created.

In the year 2300 Dr. Smiths descendants are maintaining the control of the government that still rules this amazing and unique society. The Twins Aiya and Aiyan have to meet their love matches and take over the House Gaeland but not everything is as it appears. Aiyan has fallen in love with his soul mate Kaden and his match is everything he has ever wanted and he marries him. The person Aiya falls for will test everything that was put in place after GWI. There is a group that threatens everything this new society stands for and they're called....OPPOSITES!!!

When I came across this novel, I fell instantly in love with it, come on, a world where being gay is the norm and being straight is the abnormal. I would love to live in a world that T.M. Smith has created and she is so detailed and descriptive with this new society that it spoke to me in volumes. Her writing of these fascinating and beautiful characters is out of this world and she makes the reader take such an interest in them and you want to know them on a personal level and to me that is an amazing author. What I loved most is the pairing that she did with these characters that you feel...oh wow these couples totally belong with each other. The time she has invested in them has paid off so well as they are some of the best that I have ever read about.

T.M. Smith wrote in such detail about the people and this new society so well that the reader will completely understand this unique and beautifully new world. The hot sex scenes were so brilliantly done and so steamy that you will find yourself re-reading those scenes...OMG...HOT....HOT!!! I loved the characters of Tanis and Raven, they hit me in such a beautiful way, I adore them and their pairing. When Aiya and Maeve match up is when things get complicated and this is when the OPPOSITES appear as Aiya actually falls for one of them and things start to get messy. There is a huge amount of characters as the couples who match up actually produce heirs and so on but the author does it with such great finesse and very detailed writing that you will not get confused by any means.

This novel is very fast paced and so well written and OPPOSITES is the first book in the series and at the end of this novel you will be dying for book 2. Appearances (Book 2) is out this summer-2014. Everyone needs to read this novel...OPPOSITES by T.M. Smith as it's an amazing and brilliant piece of writing and how the author created such a unique world filled with the most fascinating characters. I can't recommend this book enough and if I could give it more than 5 stars, I so would be. If you like reading about hot characters, unique worlds, Dystopia and beautiful and hot love scenes than OPPOSITES is the book for you!!!!

5 STARS

This beautifully written book called The Library (An Opposites Novella) by T.M. Smith

Once I started reading this book I was completely enthralled with this amazing story! The hot and very detailed sex scene right off the bat was incredible! The authors’ very unique story that she is writing about is a world of Global Warning Ignition. This new world where Gay/Lesbians are considered the norm and being straight is considered the outcast way of living. It’s a rebuilt society and has redefined the...more This beautifully written book called The Library (An Opposites Novella) by T.M. Smith

Once I started reading this book I was completely enthralled with this amazing story! The hot and very detailed sex scene right off the bat was incredible! The authors’ very unique story that she is writing about is a world of Global Warning Ignition. This new world where Gay/Lesbians are considered the norm and being straight is considered the outcast way of living. It’s a rebuilt society and has redefined the parameters of breeding to make sure that every child is homosexual. This is a society that I would love to be a part of. This story gave a great twist on how the world perceives sexuality.

Cirian is the only child of the Ambassadors to The House of Gaeland. Kiernan and Gabriel, his fathers, have been grooming Cirian to take over his father’s position. Rian has always been in love with Cirian and has no political goals, he only desires to be the husband of Cirian and stand beside him. The love these two men share is the most beautiful love I have ever witnessed. The way Cirian protects and cherishes Rian melted my heart right away; he will never let anything or anyone even try to hurt Rian. I truly felt that the author brought these men's love alive and the way she wrote about their life and sexual relationship was beautifully and well written. I felt like I knew these guys and I wanted to know everything else about them and especially if they will be together forever.

The section about ice cream was so romantic and very sexually explicit which I loved reading. I will never think of ice cream the same way again without thinking of these hot teenagers Kaden and Aiyan who can't keep their hands off each other. You will love reading about their relationship and how they try everything to be with each other. I love these guys!

Raven and Tanis you will love reading about as they have the most complicated relationship and you will be rooting for them to make it and make sure that they end up together and happy.

The way T.M. Smith writes and explores this new type of world is simply riveting and I for one cannot get enough of it. The characters are so sexy and appealing and you want more and more of those high octane sex scenes. I completely loved this book and the only problem I had with it, was that it wasn't long enough; I just wanted it to go on forever.

Trust me you will hate to put this book down as you will be thinking of these incredible characters for months to come. I completely recommend this book The Library in so many ways and I classify it as a MUST READ!

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Excerpts for Opposites {warning, Opposites is an Adult Dystopian majorly M/M series, this sneak peak may contain content not suitable for those under the age of 18, viewer discretion is advised}



Meanwhile in the forest, Aiyan stood in the shadow of the tree. His bow was cocked and ready as the deer trotted into view close to the stream. Kaden stood to his left directly behind the tree, watching the intensity in his features as he stalked his prey. His jaw was set and his brown eyes sparkled, the muscles in his arm were tensed and solid as he held his bow in place, taking aim at the deer. His mouth was just slightly upturned on one side forming that devilish, crooked grin Kaden had come to love more than anything. 

Kaden thought back to the first time they kissed and that first night alone with Aiyan in his room, his body held firmly between Aiyan’s and the wall as he ran his hands down Kaden’s body and nipped at his ear. Instinctively he reached out and ran his thumb along Aiyan’s jaw line just as he released the arrow. The sound of metal hitting flesh as the arrow penetrated the deer’s soft skin could just be heard, and then the unmistakable thud as the now lifeless animal hit the ground. 

Aiyan stepped to the side and pinned Kaden against the tree, cupping his crotch in his hand tightly and crashing their mouths together. Again, instinctively, Kaden moved into his touch and his lips, moaning softly. Aiyan smiled into the kiss and whispered, "Kaden, love, you’re killing me." 

Kaden pulled back and laughed. "Me?!" I think you need to look again my prince, I’m the one pinned to this tree while you…." he moaned again and 

closed his eyes, leaning back into the tree as Aiyan squeezed gently. He leaned in and kissed his neck then sucked at the sensitive flesh there. 

"Soon, M’anam. The Mehndi ceremony is tomorrow, and then the wedding, and then…" He let the sentence linger in the air as he ran his nose across Kaden’s cheek, bringing their lips together for another kiss. They settled into a more appropriate, affectionate stance just before Rian cleared his throat from behind them. Kaden flushed slightly and Aiyan turned to see his father smiling at them. He jerked his head back toward the palace motioning for them to follow, and they did, reluctantly. 



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Excerpt for The Library {warning, Opposites is an Adult Dystopian majorly M/M series, this sneak peak may contain content not suitable for those under the age of 18, viewer discretion is advised}



"Ahhh, that’s cold!" he exclaimed when Kaden actually did accidentally drop a spoonful on his bicep. He placed the bowl on the ground as he pushed Aiyan to lean back against the bed and began lapping up the sweet treat. Aiyan lay his head back and closed his eyes. "Don’t start something unless you intend to finish it." He placed Kaden’s hand over the bulge in his pants that was growing harder, and thicker with every kiss. 

Kaden grinned wickedly, "Oh, I will." He purred. 

"Oh, my… Kaden." Aiyan groaned as Kaden ran the palm of his hand over his cock, the friction from the pants under Kaden’s grasp causing Aiyan to grow even harder. Aiyan opened his eyes when he felt the cold steel at his bottom lip, opening wide so Kaden could feed him a spoonful of ice cream. He dropped the spoon back in the bowl as he dove in for another kiss, the ice cream melting from the heat of their sweeping tongues. 

He followed the trail of liquid that was trickling out of the corner of Aiyan’s mouth and caught it with the tip of his tongue, before diving right back into the warmth of Aiyan’s mouth again. He pulled back with a sigh staring into Aiyan’s eyes and placing a few more chaste kisses on his lips. 

Kaden sat the bowl of ice cream on the floor beside them and then, with his palms on the floor to brace himself, leaned into Aiyan. Their lips brushed briefly and right as Aiyan leaned forward, Kaden pulled back. He shook his head, "Don’t move and don’t close your eyes." He saw the muscles in Aiyan’s upper arms twitch, and he thought Aiyan might ignore him. Then one corner of Aiyan’s mouth slid upward and he gave Kaden that lopsided grin with a nod of his head. 

Eyes wide open so no emotion could be hidden, Kaden leaned in and traced Aiyan’s lips with the tip of his tongue. He did this several times before flat out licking Aiyan’s lips from the bottom to the top, just where his nose started. He then traced Aiyan’s lips again, but this time with his entire tongue instead of just the tip. Aiyan’s chest began to rise and fall quicker than before, but he stayed still as Kaden had requested. 

A slight breeze from the open window blew into the room causing the candle at the foot of the bed to flicker. Kaden saw the golden light from the candle through Aiyan’s eyes and he pulled back slightly, cocking his head to one side, just watching and waiting. Aiyan took a chance and flicked out his tongue, barely nipping Kaden’s bottom lip, watching Kaden’s eyes to gauge his reaction. 

When Kaden didn’t make a move to either pull away or come closer, Aiyan repeated the tongue tracing on his lips. He wasn’t nearly as resolute as his husband and soon the desire that had been building reached a crescendo. Aiyan leaned forward and stole a quick kiss, biting down hard on Kaden’s bottom lip. 

Kaden growled then grabbed his face in his hands and shoved his tongue inside his mouth more forcefully, sucking and biting at Aiyan’s mouth. Aiyan let out a long, loud moan of pleasure. Kaden was already teetering on the edge

of oblivion and Aiyan’s responsiveness pushed him over. He grabbed Aiyan by the shoulders and moved him down onto the floor underneath him. He captured his mouth again with another rough and fiery kiss as they begin grinding into each other. 

Kaden leaned up and slowly drug Aiyan's pants down his legs, pulling them off then tossing them over his shoulder. He devoured Aiyan with his eyes as he stood and removed his pants as well. He hovered above him for several long minutes, tracing his fingers over Aiyan’s lips then down and along his jaw line, moving slowly down to his chest circling each nipple. 

The corner of his lip twitched as he reached for the bowl of ice cream. Aiyan shivered when Kaden first ran his fingers through the bowl, then painted circles around his already pert nipples with the cold, wet confection. He threw his head back and gasped when Kaden followed that sensation with his warm, wet tongue. Circling his nipple, licking the ice cream off, then biting down gently on the nipple itself. Kaden parted Aiyan’s legs with his and gently pushed his knee against his now throbbing cock. Kaden gently nudged Aiyan’s balls with his knee and watched his face as Aiyan’s eyes squeezed tight and his mouth hung open in a silent moan. 

"So sexy." Kaden whispered. 

Sneak Peek:

Here is a sneak peak at Appearances, book 2 in the Opposites series

 {warning, Opposites is an Adult Dystopian majorly M/M series, this sneak peak may contain content not suitable for those under the age of 18, viewer discretion is advised}



*note that this is still a WIP and thus has not yet been edited, please ignore and excuse any errors in grammer or spelling.*



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Unyielding

Aiyan walked through the garden, violin case in hand heading toward the bench that sat in the center. Sitting, he removed his violin and stroked the strings. He hadn’t played in days and needed to feel the instrument in his hand as he poured his pain into the music. It was the only outlet he could think of at the moment that wouldn’t cause someone else bodily harm. 

His life had changed drastically over the past several months. He met and married his match who, thankfully, turned out to be his soul mate. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loved Kaden like no other almost from the minute he laid eyes on him. He realized just how much and how much he stood to lose when Kaden was kidnapped by his uncle. An uncle he didn’t even know he had until after they’d rescued Kaden and brought him back home where he belonged.

He heaved in a deep breath and brought the instrument up to rest on his shoulder, running the bow across the strings a few times to adjust the tone. Then he closed his eyes and let it all go, let all of the pain and anger flow out of his body and into the music. He thought of Kaden inside the palace, in their room packing for their impending trip to House Devi. He thought back to the first time they’d made love after the incident. How loving, tender and gentle he was with his husband; who was still broken and bruised from his captivity. 

For a moment he felt the anger seeping back into him as his thoughts strayed to Gorilla man, his uncle, and the violin screamed out a note in agony. He released a breath and regained his composure, moving his thoughts back to Kaden and how they’d leaned on each other in those days and weeks when they first returned to the palace. The melody leveled out as Aiyan stopped trying to control the emotions and just let them flow freely, the insanely beautiful whine of music filled the night air.

Kaden closed the last suit case and lifted it off the bed, carrying it over and sitting it by the door with the others. He stood upright when he thought he heard a shrill cry coming from outside their bedroom window. Their bedroom was just off one side of the garden when you looked out the window, which made sense as the garden was Aiyan’s favorite place to be. Kaden walked over and threw the window open, closing his eyes and smiling when he realized what it was he’d heard. 

Kaden quickly made his way out of the palace and out into the garden, hell, he would have just jumped out the window to make the trip quicker if he thought he could do it without hurting himself. Kaden rounded the corner and stopped, soaking in the sight of his husband, completely oblivious and completely sexy. 

Aiyan’s eyes were closed and the tip of his tongue just barely escaped his mouth, as his head jerked to the side occasionally with certain notes of the song. Kaden could see how relaxed he was surrounded by the things he loved most. His exquisite garden, his violin and his husband. Every emotion Aiyan was feeling played across his face as he felt them, Kaden just stood still and watched. The emotions blended flawlessly with the notes; anger brought on a loud shrill note and a scrunched up face; happiness brought on a flowing, sharp squeal and a slight smile; and then sadness was the lightest note of all as a tear trickled down Aiyan’s cheek. 

Aiyan’s eyes flew open when he heard a low crack as Kaden moved toward him, stepping on a twig. “Oh, sorry, I was just letting off some steam.” Aiyan said, moving to put away his violin. 

Kaden moved quickly over to him, “No, please... don’t stop. It was beautiful my prince, please play more for me.” Kaden slid onto the far corner of the bench, smiling slightly as Aiyan smiled back at him. 

“You like to beg, don’t you?” Aiyan said playfully, that crooked grin taking over his face. It was true; Kaden had said those exact words to him the night they met, here in the garden, the first time Aiyan kissed him. “No, please... don’t  stop.” Aiyan put his instrument away and then just sat there, silent, staring at the ground. Kaden could not only see, but feel the war of emotions raging inside him. The bond they had seemed to have been there since that first meeting, when they saw the same vision of them kissing on the bed. And it only grew stronger when they were separated. Truth be told, their bond had saved Kaden’s life when Gorilla man had thrown him down that well. 

Kaden reached up and pushed Aiyan’s hair back behind his ear, stroking the lobe with his fingers softly as he did. “My prince, tell me what troubles you.” Aiyan didn’t speak, didn’t look up at him, he didn’t even flinch. Kaden scooted a little closer and ran his hand down Aiyan’s arm, joining their fingers together. Still, Aiyan didn’t so much as squeeze his hand back, not even acknowledging Kaden’s attempt to placate him. Kaden brought himself around in front of Aiyan, wedging himself on his knees on the ground between Aiyan’s legs, staring up at him, refusing to be ignored.

0They stared into each other’s eyes for several long, intense moments. Kaden toyed with the right words to say, and decided words weren’t what was needed right now. He leaned up and kissed his husband. He just held his lips to Aiyan’s briefly, not attempting to deepen the kiss. When he pulled back Aiyan’s eyes remained closed and he took a few shallow breaths. 

“Don’t shut me out Aiyan, not now, we’ve been through too much for you to give me the silent treatment.” That crooked grin was trying to make an appearance Kaden thought, as the corner of Aiyan’s mouth twitched slightly. “There is nothing you can’t tell me. I know you want to deal with these emotions and this anger you feel on your own, but that is the problem Aiyan. Have you thought that the reason you can’t get past this is because you are trying to do it alone? You aren’t alone Aiyan, I am here, right here in front of you, begging you to…….” Kaden didn’t get the rest of his sentence out before he was grabbed and hauled up into Aiyan’s lap. Aiyan’s lips came down on his hard and fierce as Aiyan attempted to tongue fuck him right there on the bench. 

Aiyans fingers dug into Kaden’s shoulders and he poured everything he was feeling into the kiss. Kaden moaned into his mouth and melted into his touch as the kiss ignited a fire inside him. The combination of his own hunger coupled with Aiyan’s left his head spinning. Aiyan pulled back, gasping for breath, when he opened his eyes Kaden saw that they’d turned gold around the rims and he smiled. Aiyan leaned forward until their foreheads were touching, still breathing heavy. 

“Okay Kaden, okay. Let’s go back to our room and talk.” He panted out between breaths.

“Just talk?” Kaden whispered. Aiyan barked out a laugh and smacked his ass, which caused Kaden to yelp. They barely made it into their room before Kaden quickly divested them of their clothing. He pushed Aiyan back against the door and climbed up him, devouring his mouth. Aiyan spun them around as he lifted Kaden up off the floor, and slammed him up against the unyielding wooden door. Kaden wrapped both legs around Aiyan’s waist and thrust his hips up. Aiyan threw his head back and gasped when Kadens thick, hard cock rubbed up against his own. Aiyan kissed him again, his lips as unyielding and hard as the door Kaden was pressed up against. Then he proceeded to fuck Kaden into oblivion, right there up against the bedroom door. 

Kaden woke in their bed with the soft touch of Aiyan’s fingers, trailing down his back and over his ass, then tracing back up the path they’d just taken. “Are you awake?” Aiyan whispered. 

“I am now.” Kaden just chuckled. 

Aiyan didn’t speak again for a while; he just ran his hands along Kaden’s skin, setting it on fire. Finally, he let out a ragged sigh, “I’ve never felt the kind of anger I feel toward him Kaden, and it scares me. I swear sometimes I feel like the hatred will consume me. I want to kill him, I want him to suffer. What does that say about me Kaden, for Christ sake, he’s my uncle?!” Even if the touch of Aiyan’s fingers on his skin hadn’t gone from gentle to rough, Kaden could feel Aiyan’s anger inside him through the bond they shared. 

Kaden rolled over onto his back and Aiyan laid his head on his chest, he ran his fingers through Aiyan’s hair comforting and calming him all at the same time. “It says that you are my husband, my partner and you will do anything to make sure I’m safe. I would do the same for you. Do you feel better, now that you told me this?” Aiyan nodded but didn’t speak. “Then that is enough for now. I love you Aiyan and we will deal with this together. Everything, always together.” Aiyan smiled and Kaden could feel the curve of his husbands lips on his skin, which made him smile in turn, remembering. 

Those three words took Aiyan back to the past, to the night they decided to get their named tattoos. When Aiyan first broached the subject just days before their Mehndi ceremony, Kaden had balked at the idea. But then when Aiyan and Raven showed Kaden drawings of what Aiyan was suggesting they do, Kaden couldn’t deny the sentiment in the gesture. 

Gay Media Reviews Interview with T.M. Smith

Questions for Tammy! 

1. Welcome to Gay Media Reviews! Who is T.M. Smith?

Thank you for hosting me today Paul! T.M. Smith is an author, a pen name I write under. Not because I don’t want people to know it’s me (Tammy Middleton), but because it represents the name my parents gave me. My full name is Tammy Michelle Smith, so I write under T.M. Smith. Middleton is my ex-husbands last name only kept because it is my son’s last name as well. Is that the answer you were looking for? J



2. Please explain what genre you write under?

Adult Dystopian majorly M/M, or LGBT. While my book is rooted strongly in the LGBT genre, it is majorly a M/M series as most of the couplings are men. But I am an equal opportunity sexist, so I have my stock straight couple and a few lesbians to add some color and flare to the mix! The world I’ve created is a dystopian or sci-fi type of reality, being set over two hundred years in the future with a society that is widely different that the one we live in today. There are some fantasy elements within the story as well. At heart though, Opposites is a love story, there are just a dozen or so love stories taking place!



3. What made you want to write about GLBT characters?

People laugh when I say this, but the voices in my head have a specific orientation, and most of them are gay men. I’m convinced I was a gay man in my past life, and when I come back it will be as a gay man as well. There is something about the exploration an author can take when writing an LGBT book/series that don’t seem to be there in the run of the mill romance books today. I like being able to write whatever I want and not really having to stay within any pre conceived barriers to other characters.



4. How did you come up with the plot where gay people were the norm and straight people were considered the outcasts? 

Outings with my best gay friend. More than I care to think about, we have been at a movie or dinner or just out and about and people look down on him. And this isn’t an easy feat since he’s 6’4! That coupled with what was going on in the LGBT community about 4 years ago when I first started writing Opposites, I started thinking. What if the world were turned on it’s axis? What if all these jackoffs that condemn my friend for his sexual preferences, these bigots that throw words like stones and judge something they don’t even understand, were the outcasts of society. What if, to be gay/lesbian were the norm? And to be straight, like me, labeled us the Opposites, made US the ones that were cast aside, looked down on, made fun of, and often abused, killed or made to feel we didn’t want to live… simply because of who we chose to love. Doesn’t feel quite so good when it is YOU that is being discriminated against, does it??



5. What is something that you would like your readers to know about you?

Hmmmm… I love a good scary movie. I’m talking Halloween, The Excorcist and Texas Chainsaw Masacre. The originals, NONE of the remakes, just… no! It’s all about lighting, innuendos, music and suspense. Not how many buckets of blood you can spill. Buckets of blood are only acceptable in Quentin Tarantino movies, which I love as well. I think I have all but 2 of QT’s movies on DVD, I could probably quote the script for Death Proof!



6. What do your readers mean to you and how interactive are you with them?

They mean the world to me, without my readers I wouldn’t be able to call myself an author. Interaction is a must, how can you write books and share these characters with the masses, but not interact with the people that fall in love with them? I will never understand authors that “make it big” and forget where they came from, where they got their start, and who it was that put them where they are. One of my very favorite authors, and the only author I have ever been to a book signing for, is Lauren Kate. She is big time, in my miniscule opinion, and her Fallen series is being made into a movie. She still comes to the local Barnes & Noble in Southlake Texas every year for a signing. She is proud to be from the DFW area and wants to always show her hometown fans what they mean to her. THAT is what I hope to maintain, a connection with my readers.



7. What kind of research do you under take when writing your hot sex scenes?

Cockyboys! It’s not gay porn, it’s cockyboys!! Yes, gay porn and lots of it, why is that? Because there needs to be some accuracy in the sex scenes that I am writing. I am a straight female so I have no idea what the mechanics of two men showing their love, or lust, for one another entails. But there are drawbacks to this option for research as well, I’m a hopeless romantic, so if it’s BDSM or any type of cruelty involved, I don’t like or watch it. I read a lot as well. Mary Calmes, Sandrine Gasq-Dion, Andrew Grey, Mia Kerrick and Avril Ashton just to name a few. TV shows are good for seeing characterization of gay men. I love Queer as Folk, Degrassi, As The World Turns and Days of Our Lives. And while these are slightly grandious examples, they are still somewhat rooted in reality and show some of the struggles gay men deal with in life and relationships. 

I also have some really good friends that are gay, god love them! My Lucien, who is my inspiration for the character Raven, Paul Berry, my Jeffrey, my Jayson and Matt Ortiz have all answered questions for me along the way when I get stuck or need a second opinion on a particular scene I may not thinking I’m getting right. Just call me Dorothy!



8. From either Opposites or The Library, which character is your favourite and why?

That is like asking me which one of my children is my favorite. Which pair of jeans, or shoes are my favorite. I love them all, they are all different and quirky in their own ways. I am pretty partial to Aiyan and Kaden. Yes, when I talk about them I group them as one single entity, because they are two halves of one soul. They are my soul mates, the star crossed lovers, and they probably explore themselves and their world as well as their place in the world as a couple and as individuals the most of any other characters. And there little quirk, the breaking of things, it’s quite fun to figure out what will fall under them next. 



9. When did you first realize that you were a writer?

I had been working on Opposites for about six months and I sent a particularly hard chapter to write over to Lucien for his opinion. He responded, “Wow, Tams, not only are you officially a writer… you are a damn good one!” I was speechless for a bit. I think until he made that comment, I didn’t really look at my writing up until that point as anything but a hobby. After that I really buckled down and put twice as much effort into it.



10.What advice would you give an author, just starting out, who wants to write gay fiction?

First, do your research. Readers and reviewers will tear you apart if you don’t at least resemble someone that knows what they are writing about. Men, do not have a G-spot. If you write this, it will be disasterous! But not just the sex, while that is wildly important, there needs to be a basis of reality within your storyline. I have done exhausting research for several aspects in my world of Opposites, and I love when someone responds in a review or comment and says, “I’m Greek and you really nailed that.” Or, “I’m celtic and I cannot believe someone did their research on terms and wording that are specific to my culture, I loved it!” Yes, these are both comments that I’ve gotten. 

Be sure that you want to do this. It is a long, hard road and there are some bullies out there that will not get off of their sorry asses and try to write so much as one word, but they are quick draw magraw when calling you out on misspellings and such. You have to have thick skin. You can’t please everyone, you just have to please yourself, because at the end of the day… you are the only person that matters.



11-Do you have a Philosophy by which you live?

Love is Love. 



12-What is your favourite curse word?

FUCK!!!!



13-What was the last book you read and your thoughts on it?

As of today (June 14th 2014) I just finished reading Perfect Imperfections by Cardeno C. It was fantastic, fresh and romantic. Cardeno took the ‘gay for you’ storyline and tweeked it, just like she does everything, she made it her own. I loved the character development and interaction, and the romance was passionate and beautiful, but it wasn’t overbearing or raunchy. I recommend it, whole heartedly!



14-If you could come back as any animal or mammal, what would it be and why?

A cat. I love cats! They really could rule the world.



15-Lastly, any hints on your next book that you might be working on?

Oh yes, Appearances, book 2 in the Opposites series is set for a late August release. This story while continuing the journey that the main younger characters started in Opposites, will show a different side to them all. Raven and Tanis fans will be quite excited as this story is all about the priest and his warrior from Greece, who has seemingly swept him off his feet. But not everything is as it seems, Appearances can be deceiving.



*Thank you Paul for hosting me today! It has been a pleasure, and your questions were so much fun to answer. I hope I wasn’t too long winded, and I hope everyone stopping by will follow my various links and pages to stay up to date on everything TM Smith and everything Opposites!

HUGS XXOO… Tams

Appearances-Book 2
T.M. Smith
Release: Summer 2014

Playlist for Opposites


https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLkehmrHrmCeM4a1IpZWLk6p8-GODvnw5s

Celtic Dream | Ronan Hardiman

Lament | Ronan Hardiman

Kashmir | David Garrett

Csardas | David Garrett

Rain on the Pond | Relaxation music

Shadow of the Moon | Blackmore’s Night

Where are We Going From Here | Blackmores’ Night

Bound To You | Christina Aguilera

Jai Ho | Slumdog Millionaire

Love Aaj Kal | ye Dooriyan

Drowning Pool | Bodies

Enya | Watermark

Come On Get Higher | Matt Nathanson

Between The Raindrops | Lifehouse w/Natasha Bedingfield

Ice Cream | Sarah McLachlan

Sirtaki (Zorba’s Dance) | David Garrett

We Belong | Pat Benatar



Playlist for The Library

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLkehmrHrmCeMLM1FSKNdEl9_VIfUrO6j3

Ginuwine | Pony

Justin Timberlake | Mirrors

Sarah McLachlan | Ice Cream

Ryan Beatty | Every Little Thing

Adam Lambert | Stay

The Irrepressibles | Two Men In Love

Two Steps From Hell | Undying Love

Steve Grand | Stay

M83 | Midnight City

Meet the parents of House Gaeland

So, yes, I realize there are a lot of characters to keep up with. Apologies, but that’s the way the voices in my head told the story! I only hope that when you read my books you get the subtle differences between characters. Whether it be traits, personalities or homicidal tendencies. 

When I first started writing Opposites I made a power point (don’t judge me!) where I would put things as I researched them. Meanings of names, actors pics, height, what traits I wanted that character to possess. Yep, I’m a dork! But hey, it worked out in the end. 

Cirian and Rian of House Gaeland. You get a lot more of their personal stories in The Library, but long story short, Cirian and Rian were the first pairing of soul mates.

Cirian (pronounced Ce-Ree-An); Height 6’2; Eyes Blue

CIRIAN (derived from the name of 2 Irish Saints.  Gaelic “Dark”) Vision: Matthew Goode  Married to Rian   Father to the twins  

He is the current Captain of the Gardai, the army of Gaeland (Gardai is Irish in origin meaning “Guardians”.)

Cirian’s heritage is Irish/Gaelic and his Fathers both hailed from a traditional Irish family. 

He was a Warrior for his Fathers who are still the current Ambassador’s for Scotland; a skilled swordsman, plays the Piano and is an exquisite cook.  

RIAN (Gaelic “Little King”) Vision: Adam Harrington Married to Cirian Biological Father to the twins

Rian (pronounced Ryan) Height 6’2, Eyes Blue

Biological Father to the twins; his appearance is deceiving; very affemanite everyone assumes that Cirian is the dominate in the relationship.  He is fine with this assumption.  When his strength is needed he will show it!

He is a skilled swordsman, prefers to hunt with a bow and arrow, the resident Herbologist.

He is an artist as well, having taught Aiya how to relay her emotions with paper and paint.

~ Ciran and Rian share a “gift”.  They have always been able to sense each other better than most; when they are in danger or pain, when they are elated (definition of the term I use “sensatives”).  They can

also calm their children with their touch.  When either is extremely angry or aroused (any heightened emotion) their eyes take on a silver tinge.

I redefine the term “Power Couple” giving you four parents instead of the boring ass usual two.

Now for the moms. I am a sucker for a Bitch on Wheels! Some of my favorite women in books are those pains in the ass that you love to hate. They are cranky, difficult, strong and fierce. I hope that I poured all of that into Amaya/Maya. And then going to the exact opposite of that spectrum, I wrote Amelia/Mia who is so small and waif but yet, voluptuous and loud. 

AMAYA –aka Maya- (Spanish “High Place”) Vision: Alexa Davalos Married to Amelia Mother to the twins

Amaya; Height 5’8; Eyes, a mixture of blue/green depending on her mood.

She was the Captain of the guard when her Mother’s ruled.  She is skilled with the crossbow, ax and sword just as Aiyan. 

AMELIA –aka Mia- (Latin “Beloved”) Vision: Christina Aguilara Married to Amaya Mother to the twins

Amelia; Height 5’2 ; Eyes, brown like a Tiger’s eye just like the twins.

Biological mother of the twins.

If you are interested, here is the link for my “Meet the Parents” album on facebook where you can see how I envision each of the parents from the main houses. https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.170645963089328.1073741825.152039511616640&type=3

Delve Into The House Of Opposites

Today, I’m going to fill you all in on ‘The Houses’ of Opposites. I’m long winded and it’s a long explanation so, grab a bottle, hunker down and pray for daylight!



Opposites was over a year in the making, and I did a lot of research along the way to set the backdrop for my world. The core of my research was setting up the different Houses that you’ll read about throughout the series. 



The concept of having “Houses” was three fold. First, why Houses? Well, I’m a huge dystopian and sci-fi fan so it is a given that one of my favorite books/movies is Dune. I always liked that people were referred to by their house. Also, with so many different characters in my book there is bound to be confusion already, so last names weren’t something I wanted to add to the mix. Therefore all my characters have a first name and a house. 



Second, why seven houses. Stay with me here, this one gets a little scattered. In Numerology, the essence of the 7 symbolizes our struggle, as humans, to know and understand. There is also a religious aspect being ‘God created the earth in six days, on the seventh, He rested.’  There are seven Archangels.  Lucky number seven. 



Third, names and locations of houses. Nearly three hundred years in the future our planet has evolved. After GWI (Global Warming Ignition) over ninety percent of the planet is now covered in water, so my objective was to seek out and find the highest points of elevation around the globe. I concentrated on the seven different locations, spread out, and came up with the Colorado mountains, the Himalayas (using the Asian and Indian points), Mount Olympus in Greece, Australia, Scotland and Brazil. 



House Gaeland 

United States (location - Colorado Mountains) 

Cultural makeup: USA, Canada, Alaska and surrounding areas

Of course we would survive! We have some vast mountain ranges in the US but I’ve always been fascinated with the ones in Colorado. It’s at an extremely high elevation as well so it was perfect. The name of our house in the US was really just a play on words. Since the society Dr. Smith created after GWI is an entirely gay/lesbian society I came up with Gaeland, but it flows as one word. So you don’t say gay land, you say Gaeland. Everyone needs a little humor, right? 



House Devi

India (location: Himalayan Mountains' point in India)

Cultural makeup: Iraq, Iran, Egypt, Sudan, Africa and surrounding areas

specific location: HM/India 3rd highest elevation, Mount Devi

The core of my story is the twins, Aiya and Aiyan, and their loves. I knew I wanted either a native American, Egyptian or Asian person to be matched with Aiyan from the start. Searching for this person brought me to actor/model Imran Abbas and he was everything I wanted for Kaden. Imran is a Pakistan born actor so therefore, India, we have house number two! Again it came back to elevation and I landed on Mount Devi so I decided this would be House Devi.  



House 人之初 Ren Zhi Chu

China (location: Himalayan Mountains point in Asia)

Cultural makeup: China, Japan, Tibet, Russia, Thailand and surrounding areas 

specific location: HM/Tibet highest elevation on the planet. Rén Zhī Chū is translated as “New Beginnings”

Yeah, you know that China is too damn mean to be wiped out. And, since the highest point of elevation on planet Earth is in the Himalayas, specifically Tibet, that sealed the deal for China being a house. Deciding to do something a little different I looked up the meaning of words in Asian and came up with Ren Zhi Chu which means ‘ New Beginnings’ and named this house. 



House Orion 

Greece (location: Mount Olympus)

Cultural makeup: Greece, Turkey, Italy, Spain and surrounding areas

Who doesn't want Greek gods in their book?! I wish I could say I put more thought into this house, but that’s the jest of it. Of course it would be Mount Olympus and when thinking of Greek culture, the first symbol I thought of was Orion.  



House Gilley

Scotland (location: Ben Nevis)

Cultural makeup: Scotland, Ireland, Finland, France, UK and surrounding areas

Even though my ruling house is House Gaeland I am fascinated with Irish, Scottish, Gaelic cultures. You will see a lot of these cultural references in the book. Cirian is Scottish and since he’s one of the twin’s fathers, he brings that aspect to Gaeland. My grandmother was half Irish and her maiden name was Gilley, so I named this house after her. 



House Uluru

Australia (location: Mount Kosciuszko)

Cultural makeup: Australia, New Zealand, New Guinea, Indonesia and surrounding areas

I don’t know what they feed the men in Australia, but goddamn! Since I was writing a majorly M/M book it was only fitting that said hot men be included. Mount Kosciuszko is the highest mountain range in Australia, and Uluru more commonly known as Ayer’s Rock, is a national landmark. 

House Brasilia

Brazil (location: Pico da Neblina)

Cultural makeup: Brazil, Argentina, Peru, Chili, Columbia and the surrounding areas

specific location: highest mountain range in the Amazon

I couldn’t destroy the Amazon! Pico da Neblina is the highest mountain range in Brazil, and Brasilia is the capital of Brazil.  

I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek into the world of Opposites. Go grab your copy today!

Oh, and follow me on Pinterest for the added visual. There are some pics of House Gaeland, House Devi, House Orion and Aiyan’s beloved garden there.  http://www.pinterest.com/ttcbooksandmore/

A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia; Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. She now calls Texas home from her small town on the outskirts of the DFW Metroplex. Most days you can find her curled up with her kindle and a good book alongside a glass of something aged and red or a steaming cup of coffee!

At 42 years young, she's decided to enter the next phase of her life by adding the title of "author" to her list of accomplishments that includes single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Smith is and outspoken advocate for Autism and equal rights for the LGBTQ community.

Her Opposites series is based outside the normal parameters of social acceptability, examining a 'what if'... What If to be gay or lesbian were the norm? What if to be straight labeled you as an Opposite and made YOU the Outkast?

Author: Gavin Atlas
Release Date: June 7th, 2014 (early release May 9th, 2014)
230 pages
Paperback ISBN-13: 978-1590212219
E-Book ISBN:  978-1590215906
5 Star Review

Does the idea of a naïve young buck who can’t stop himself from losing his ass turn you on? Or would you rather experience life as a bottom who is every top’s fantasy? Through unquenchable lust or uncontrollable need, these are bottom boys who live to please and wouldn’t have it any other way. Gavin Atlas, author of the best-selling collection The Boy Can’t Help It, offers a second dose of porn stars, college boys, strippers, acrobats, and athletes taken body and soul by business tycoons, cops, mischievous professors, and other dominant men who won’t take no for an answer. Your journey through these stories will offer humor, affection, and true devotion, but please stay seated as you’re taken deep into the psychology of sexual submission. If you enjoy the dazed confusion of youthful studs helpless to escape the penetration of aggressive, powerful tops, come meet a few who will always grant you the Full Ride.

The Full Ride: Bottom Boys Get Play by Gavin Atlas.
 
This is a collection of gay erotica short stories and they are very powerful and amazing so if this genre excites you then watch out as The Full Ride will have you in total ecstasy from the very first line in story one. If the idea of a young guy giving up his ass over and over and can't stop excites you or experience life as a hungry bottom then prepare yourself for some hot and steamy reading. These bottom boys love to please their tops in every which way possible and the tops are very willing to take these bottom boys for their own animal lust. This book of gay erotica stories has the beautiful characters of pornstars, college boys, strippers and athletes taken by cops, rich men and in general very and I mean very dominating men who don't know what NO means. 
 
Gavin has written such beautiful gay erotica stories in this book and I couldn't get enough of his vastly interesting characters and the way he comes up with such great chemistry between these men. I enjoyed his style of brilliant writing where I was glued to each page and praying that the story was not about to end but then the next story was just as beautifully and erotically written. There are too many stories and characters to go through to sit here and write about them but trust me when I say this, they were so amazingly written. My only thing I would tell Mr. Atlas is that he has to write a book about each story as I loved the characters and the scenes so much that I want more of them. The author wrote in such a realistic way and the gay sex scenes were so dead on correct and well researched that any gay man reading them would be relating to them in such a profound way. Some books speak about gay sex but Gavin wrote exactly how gay men have hot passionate sex. When I was reading through these stories and sex scenes, I was thrilled that an author had the guts to write about the real gay sex and not just some misguided romance between men. You will so love reading about the true meaning of pure hot and sensual gay sex and the chemistry they share. I loved the stories too as they were so real and almost every gay man knows these characters or actually is one of these characters.
 
Here is a list of the stories for you!
-He Could Stop Traffic
-Pink Cowboy Hat
-Revenge as an Art Form
-Welcome to Fair Warning
-The Full Ride
-Fair Trade
-Tanners Tuck-In Service
-Three-Way At the Western
-Daddies in Damian
-And Brawley Threads the Needle
-The Laius league
-Il Circo dei Fiori
-Which Way to Dominance
-Engine of Repression
 
I highly recommend this book...The Full Ride: Bottom Boys Get Play (Collection of Gay Erotica Stories) to anyone who loves to read about hot gay sex, hot gay men, hot gay scenes and beautifully written characters and brilliantly written stories then this book by Gavin Atlas is most definitely the one for you!!!!! 
"Complimentary copy provided by author/publisher for an honest review."

Reviewed by Paul at Gay Media Reviews! 

AMAZON / AMAZON CA / AMAZON UK / BARNES & NOBLE / SMASHWORDS

Excerpt  #1 from “He Could Stop Traffic”

Officer Karl Wilkes tore his eyes off the college boy to check his phone. The incoming call was one he’d been anticipating for weeks. He looked back up. The boy was Latino, and at second glance, damn familiar. His tight tan t-shirt showcased a pumped chest and narrow waist. His shorts revealed tawny, muscular legs with a fine down.

Stop staring and answer the phone.

How did he know him? The boy’s walk was sultry and confident. His muscular body reflected a disciplined workout. Despite the conservative haircut and textbooks, the boy seemed out of place. It could have been the sensuality rolling off him, but something made Karl think he belonged on a stripper pole, not on his way to class.

Answer the damn call, Karl.

As he clicked the TALK button, Karl saw the stoplight tattoo on the boy’s neck. Heat curled through him as vague memories formed. Oh, hell. I think I’ve had him. If he was who Karl thought he was, he was Hondureño, unbelievably good sex, and his name began with a “T.” What was it?

“Uh…this is Wilkes. Lieutenant, I’m about to give that presentation about the profiling program. Do I need to scrub it?”

Lieutenant Corley might have been lousy at returning calls, but he wasn’t a prick. “No, that’s important. Just make sure you have your Plan A ready for Main Street at five this afternoon.”

Karl’s eyes went wide. “Wait, I’ve been asking about this for months. Why—”

“Wilkes, a federal wig’s son vanished last night, here in Houston. We’re almost certain it’s El Sistema.”

“Oh…fucking shit.”

“Exactly. Disaster. On the other hand, the problem you’ve been going on about finally has everyone’s attention.”

Karl had apprised the department that the occasional disappearance of male prostitutes outside of a couple hustler bars was likely a larger operation that didn’t just affect the “deviant” element. The white shirts at Main Street sometimes paid attention when gangs kidnapped women, but gay boys? Never. If any of them besides Corley had given a rat’s ass before today, Karl wouldn’t have known. “But do we have the device? And two detectives?”

“Checking on the first question and one, but not two. Weren’t you going to work on that?”

Karl huffed. “I’ve been scouring the region for agents who fit the requirements, but there’s nothing. Now if I’d been chosen for the Vice Unit, I’d have prioritized—”

“Christ, Wilkes, trust me. I know what this means to you. You’ll be on the unit once you’ve had a couple years under your belt. Everything you got by five tonight, clear?”

“Get back to me about the device, please, Lieutenant,” Wilkes said before his superior hung up. The hallway had cleared. Which room was C219? He heard his cousin’s voice coming from the down the hall. “Officer Wilkes from the Houston Police Department was supposed to be—”

“Made it, Tanya.” Karl jogged into the brightly lit classroom. He saw her wince because he’d forgotten to call her Professor Dawes in class again. But he had a recovery plan, and he turned to the students. “Just because she’s my cousin doesn’t mean she wouldn’t have my head if I missed…this.”

There was the boy, and he clearly recognized Karl. The name came to him. Tomás. Tomás Torres, the alleged pizza delivery boy who was really a stripper, who was really a nude housecleaner, who, so it would seem, was really a college student. Karl gave him a quick smile and turned away, blood rushing to his groin as his mind now flooded with memories: Tomás in nothing but a jockstrap taking Karl’s dick in position after position. It hadn’t been much more than a year. Had he gotten that swept up in work? How could he have forgotten how good it felt to be inside that stud? And how much fun they’d had afterward, talking, cuddling, and laughing at stupid movies? Stop it. You have a presentation to give.





Excerpt # 2 from “The Full Ride”

“Hey, bud,” Mr. Laszlo said when I arrived, his massive frame still covered in a pinstripe shirt, tie, and wool dress pants. “You look down. More calculus trouble?” “Yes, but that’s not why I’m here.” I stripped off my shirt. “Right now, I want to get fucked.” Mr. Laszlo raised his eyebrows and gave me a half smile. “I hoped that’s why you came over.” As much as I had begged, Mr. Laszlo refused to touch me until after my eighteenth birthday. In the two months since, he’s been inside me at least once a week. When I was a sophomore, two seniors from the soccer team gave me enough experience to know Mr. Laszlo was a phenomenal top. He unbuttoned my denim shorts, and they fell to the ground. He chuckled. “Look at this. No underwear. Ooh, and you’ve shaved your crotch. Are you using your mother’s tanning bed naked? You’re getting brazen, young man.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, spanking and groping me all the way to his bed. In moments he had me lubed up with my legs in the air. He wanted me to practice putting

condoms on him so I’d know later in life if my partners were using them correctly. He could tell from my moans that I was too impatient for that today, so he suited himself up. He entered me slowly. I breathed great puffs of air while my hole adjusted to the penetration. “Ooooh, Nicholas,” he said. “So nice. I’m not hurting you, am I? Should I go slow?” “I’ve been bad. My ass needs to be punished.” Mr. Laszlo was never angry with me, but I loved angry sex, and he liked to role play. “Then you’re going to be pummeled, young man, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” “Oh, yes, sir,” I said, moaning. I looked up at him while he fucked me, slowly increasing his pace. Mr. Laszlo was six two and built like a bouncer. My mom said he was Hungarian and “looked like an actor on a soap opera.” She flirted with him every chance she got. Take that, Mom. He’s fucking me. I put my hands above my head, pretending Mr. Laszlo had me tied up. I’d asked him to in the past, since it was my number one fantasy, but he’d said we weren’t ready. However, keeping my hands above my body encouraged him to jerk me off. I loved that. “I adore fucking your ass, Nicholas.” My tutor’s breathing was ragged from shoving in and out of me. “God…your skin is so soft, and your body is so beautiful.” “I’ve been working out every day,” I boasted. He squeezed my arm muscles without slowing his pace. “I can tell,” he rasped. “May I tell you a secret?” Even though his thrusts made my entire body rock, I did my best to look into his dark brown eyes. “You’d better tell me, boy.” His vise-tight grip on my nipple and pumping of my cock made me feel owned by his lust. “Since I can’t ever please my dad, my goal in life is to please men with my hole. Men like you.” “Mmm,” he said. “I see.” I felt little jolts of wonderful pain as he nipped at my neck. “Instead of going to college, I’m going to be your permanent ass slave.” “Oh…yessss,” he hissed. His thrusts increased. He began to grunt. I felt his balls slap against my butt cheeks, and each stroke hit my prostate hard. Yep, I was too dumb for college. All I was good for was getting my ass fucked. Those thoughts sent me over the edge. I shot in his hand in wave after wave. God, he was good.

At the same time, Mr. Laszlo shoved in one last time, shouting, “Yes…Jesus, Yes!” His face was red and dripping sweat. “Did you want me to finish fast?” he asked, wiping my come off his hand with a towel. “I would have lasted longer if you hadn’t turned me on with talk of being my slave. Why did you say your ass needed punishing anyway?” The satisfaction I’d felt from coming drained. “Hey, what’s wrong? You look so sad.” He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I didn’t get into college. Maybe I’m bad at math, but that’s not the problem. My parents made me apply to top schools, and they all rejected me. I feel like a loser. If college isn’t an option, I’ll spend my life getting fucked. At least that makes me feel good.” Mr. Laszlo snorted and shook his head. “Whoa, don’t give up on college, bud.” Then he blinked and tilted his head. “You don’t really think you want to spend your life getting fucked, do you? I felt my face flush. “I do, sir. I bet being your slave would be perfect.” “Buddy, I’d love that, too, but not in place of college. I can help you get into an excellent school. Fenton University of Central Kentucky. I used to be a professor there.” “Kentucky? There’s no school my parents would pay for there.” Mr. Laszlo led me by the hand back to his kitchen, both of us still naked. He wanted to teach me to cook. “Your parents won’t have to spend a dime. In fact, we’ll tell them as little as possible, okay? I’ll help you get something called a Bardache Scholarship, and you’ll receive a full ride.” He squeezed my ass and smiled.

INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR: GAVIN ATLAS

1-Who is Gavin Atlas?

Aaaand I’m already stumped. That shouldn’t be a difficult question, should it? Gavin was found in the woods and raised by a Scottish falconer and his partner, the dashing young son of a Greek shipping tycoon. Are you buying it? No? Sigh. As you get to know me, you’ll notice I find identity to be a struggle. 

2-What was it that made you want to write about gay characters and erotic sex scenes?

The first part is easy. Those are characters I’m likely to know the most about in terms of psychology and life experience. The erotic sex writing is more complicated, and it’s a question I ask myself a lot. One reason I keep coming back to it is that it’s something I’m good at. 

3-How do you come up with such interesting gay storylines?

First, thanks! Second, I have no idea, but let’s figure it out. I think Natalie Goldberg, who wrote Writing Down the Bones, said to start with your obsessions. Story can come from there. There was a time I was obsessed with Dutch Masters’ paintings, and there was a time I was obsessed with Las Vegas casinos. The first turned into “Revenge as an Art Form,” and the latter turned into “Three-Way at the Western.” I had to battle with both stories to make them worthwhile, but especially the second. It took a long time to make the story truly about a character instead of about the obsession. I think some of my other best stories were triggered by innovative calls for submission I received from Joe Pittman, Cecilia Tan, and Jerry L. Wheeler. Those stories (“Which Way to Dominance,” “Slavery by Degree,” and “Engine of Repression”) were so difficult to write, but I’m still thankful to all of them. 

4-Was it difficult writing such erotic sex scenes when you first started writing?

Not really. I think it becomes more difficult once writing sex scenes is no longer new. I have to fight harder for originality and heat. If you’re asking if it was difficult to share them for publication, then yes. A little. 

5-Jason Frazier does your audio book for The Full Ride, how did you choose to pick him? Also what are your thoughts of his work on your book?

Funny story. Jason said “Hi” to me on Facebook and told me he would be performing the audio book. My reaction: “Wait, there’s an audio book? No one tells me anything!” Thus, I’m sure my publisher, Steve Berman, picked him. Now I’ll make the rest up: Steve was going to surprise me for my birthday, then he realized it was better business sense to hire a hot actor to act than to jump out of a cake. And he still got to say, “Surprise!” 

As far as what I think? Jason’s work is phenomenal. He sent me “Revenge as an Art Form” as a sample, and it was like listening to the writing of a much better author because I was that gripped. He made me laugh out loud. I had to listen to it three times. Here is his website, by the way. 

6-When did you first realize that you were a writer?

I realized I wanted to be a writer in fourth grade after I read a book by Ellen Conford called Dreams of Victory. When did I realize that I am a writer? Hmm, I’ve never considered that

question until this minute. I’ll guess since May 2010 when I was put on a panel of writers at Saints and Sinners. Before the panel I expected to feel like “Who am I kidding? I have no business talking to other people about writing,” but I think I did well. That made me realize I’d learned enough from pro writers over the years that maybe I am one, too. Although when I say that you should imagine me looking at my sneakers and kicking imaginary dirt. 



7-What genre of writing would you classify yourself with?

I was informed the other day that I am a writer of “gay twink erotica.” Did you know there is more than one genre of gay erotica? Me neither, but actually, bear erotica is something I’ve never written. Speaking of bear erotica, Paul, you should totally interview Ron Suresha and Jeff Mann because they will rock your world. Okay, now I’m distracted. What was the question? 

8-What's the most difficult element of being an author today?

When I mentioned being distracted a second ago, I was being silly, although I do have trouble with ADHD. But distraction is a battle for most writers, I suspect. Finding time to write, to read, to make enough money not to starve, and to spend enough time with people not to be lonely is tough by itself, but I think for most people, the enemy is distraction.

9-What advice would you give an author, just starting out, who wants to write gay fiction?

This is not original to me, but here goes: If someone says “I want to be a writer, but I’m terrible at it,” she or he should write anyway. With enough practice and with enough reading of fiction by good writers, she’d go from terrible to not bad to pretty good to published. 

Also, you specifically asked “gay fiction,” and I’d say if the beginning author enjoys reading gay fiction, then right on. What you most enjoy, Beginning Author, is probably what you’ll be best at writing. 



10-Where would you like to see your career in 10 years from now?

With my ADHD, I’d be surprised if I could ever earn a master’s degree. But if I could qualify as a creative writing instructor, at the junior college level, for example, that would be fantastic. 



11-If a reader hasn't read any of your books yet, which one would you recommend?

Oh, hey! Thank you for the soft lob promo question. You are totally my favorite interviewer. I think my new book, The Full Ride, has a lot of my best work, so hopefully that’s a good place to start. On the other hand, The Boy Can’t Help It, has two of my hottest stories ever. And then romance readers have said they prefer Slave to Shadows since it’s a longer piece and takes the concept of “happily ever after” literally, or as close to it as I can imagine.  While I’m at it, there’s a new Gavin Atlas release, Snapshots of Seduction, that just came out with photos by Garrett Matthew of model Cody Allen. Do you know the photo fiction they used to have in Playgirl? Incredibly hot photos of a sexy guy along with a narrative? Like that, except hopefully readers will find the fiction component to be a big improvement. Garrett’s photos are beautiful. 

12-What kind of research do you undergo when writing those hot gay sex scenes?

“Undergo,” he says. Like there should be hazard pay. I love this. You’re so funny, Paul. And no, I’m not answering. 

13-What is something that you would like your readers to know about you?

Hi, Readers! You all deserve huge hugs! Is there something readers wouldn’t know? I tell people everything, so I’m not sure I’m sitting on much undisclosed information. Oh! I collect inexpensive gemstones even though I don’t wear jewelry at all. I keep them in a treasure chest-shaped box. My friend said, “What? You just keep them for no reason? What are you? A dragon?” So, apparently I’m a dragon. 

14-What do you want to be remembered for most?

Hopefully for being a good guy who liked making people smile. Also, I hope something I write has lasting significance. That would be wonderful, too. 

15-What do your readers mean to you and how interactive are you with them?

I can only think of a few readers who aren’t also writers or reviewers, and the fact that they contacted me means a lot. I’ve written a few fan letters – Ann Harleman, Felice Picano, and Aaron Allston are the ones that come to mind. To get one of my own was unbelievable, so I think my readers mean a lot and can make a big difference when it comes to how I feel about myself. 

Interacting? I think mostly Facebook and Livejournal at the moment. A little bit on Goodreads, too, and I’m also on Authorgraph if anyone wants a personalized e-book. If they have “meet the author” pool parties on Fire Island, my invitation must have gotten lost. 



16-Do you have a Philosophy by which you live?

Not officially, but “treat others the way you’d like to be treated” is something that often guides me.



17-What is your favourite curse word?

Do you mind if I get distracted again? I have a plan to start a new curse word fad that you can help make happen. You know the host from the Actor’s Studio show who always asks this question? We should honor him by making him a curse word. As in “Where the James Lipton do you think you’re going?” or “Jesus, Mary, and James Lipton! I just banged my shin!” What do you think? 



18-What was the last book you read and your thoughts on it?

I’m a terrible reader. The ADHD thing. I last read Best Gay Romance 2014, edited by Timothy J. Lambert and R.D. Cochrane. Outstanding. Every story. Oh, you should interview them, too. (The editors, I mean.) And now I’m reading a book of stories called Next to Nothing by Keith Banner. Beautiful and atmospheric. In the mid 90s I read a short story collection by Kevin Canty called A Stranger in This World and a novel by David Bowman calledLet the Dog Drive. Both of those were unsettling and fascinating and, for those reasons, stayed with me. I think Keith Banner’s book will do the same. 



19-If you could come back as any animal or mammal, what would it be and why?

I wonder what animals feel happy and safe most of the time? Probably a pampered house cat who gets to sleep a lot, but then is also clever, adorable, and somehow solves cozy mysteries. That’s what I’ll be. 



20-Lastly, any hints on your next book that you might be working on?

I often plan for Gavin Atlas to retire except as a publicist and interviewer. Then I keep coming up with concepts for short story collections. One is called Stud Pups Go to College and another is Ecstasy Angels which would largely involve magic or slipstream elements. Then I have an idea for a novel where a bottom boy hustler kept by DC politicians suddenly gets custody of his sister’s infant son. That wouldn’t be erotic, but would deal with the “that’s all I’m good for” mentality. How far have I gotten? The title (It May Be Necessary to Lose Everything Else) and some notes. I’m not any further with the short story collections. That’s typical for me. If editors aren’t breaking down my door, telling me I have to write something for them, I often practice my house cat impersonation. 

Thanks for all the great questions, Paul.  

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Boystown: Season One
Jake Biondi
Released: January 9, 2014
5 Star Review

One of the most diverse and lively neighborhoods in the country, Chicago's BOYSTOWN has something for everyone. So it's no wonder that Jesse Morgan and Cole O'Brien chose to live there upon graduating from college. Ready to begin the next phase of their lives in an exciting new city, Jesse and Cole quickly find themselves at the center of a new group of friends. Joyelle and Derek Mancini have been happily married for years, but Derek is harboring a secret that could tear them apart. Derek's brother Emmett is about to discover that his boyfriend Keith Colgan has a past that will haunt them both. Long time couple Logan Pryce and Max Taylor must face a crisis that neither of them expected. And, before they realize it, Jesse and Cole find themselves at the center of it all in the adult playground known as BOYSTOWN.

This novel Boystown: Season One by Jake Biondi!

Chicago's Boystown is one of the most diverse places that caters to everyone. After graduation from college, Cole and Jesse have decided that Boystown will now be their new home. Now that they're settled in and ready to begin their lives in this new great city, they have found a great group of friends but not without drama and this groups welcomes them with open arms. The married couple Derek and Joyelle have been happily together for years but there's a dark secret that could quite possible break them up and shatter their lives. Emmett's boyfriend Keith could also be harbouring a dark secret that might destroy them and their relationship. Now onto Max and Logan and the drama that their facing and now Jesse and Cole find themselves smack right in the middle of it all and welcome to Boystown guys!!!!! 


I loved reading about these amazing and brilliantly written characters that I couldn't get enough of them as I was living them also. Jesse and Cole graduating and finding their dream jobs in Boystown. Now we have Derek and Joyelle and their perfect marriage as he has a successful job and she is a nurse but a dark secret threatens their perfect life and will they survive it or will the secret be too damaging for their relationship. Max and Logan have been together for years but their relationship hits a serious bump in the road. One of them takes a wrong turn and isn't willing to get help from the other so can their relationship withstand this as it seems that only one of them is working on staying together.


Emmett and Keith are such an amazing couple together and now reaching that special place in their relationship. As Keith plans on something very special for his love Emmett but something or someone will be trying to end what they have together. There is so much going on with these characters that you will be in a  inconstant page turning frenzy and loving every minute of it. There are quite a few sub characters that add some great fun and drama to the story such as the mother Jacqueline and her much younger lover. Ben who has feelings for one of the guys in a relationship and man he adds some delicious drama. Nick, Todd and Justin and the fun they provide but someone might not literally survive all the drama. There's a very hot detective and man he will get your juices flowing and trust me on that one.


I completely enjoyed how this book was written in episodes and each one had a cliff-hanger just like watching a tv show so I found that so uniquely imaginative and so much more fun than the typical chapters. The beautiful way Jake told the story and his brilliant writing style of ease and fast paced made reading Boystown a complete thrill and I loved it from the very first line until the climative end. I so would love to go and find Boystown and meet these exciting characters as that is how you will feel about them. You won't be able to stop thinking about them for days to come. This is why I am thrilled that Season 2 will be dropping soon as everyone will be dying to read the next season. Jake Biondi did an amazing job on this novel and I count myself as a new fan of his work. So I highly recommend this novel Boystown to everyone who loves an amazing MM/GLBT novel, fun and wild characters, drama, forgiveness, betrayal and LOVE!!!!!

AMAZON / AMAZON CA / AMAZON UK / BARNES & NOBLE / ITUNES

BOYSTOWN Season 1 - Episode 1 (excerpt)

        The emergency room should have been busier, but it wasn’t.  After all, Saturday night at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Chicago’s Lakeview neighborhood was usually quite a sight – all the usual unusuals.  But things were quiet as Joyelle Mancini checked her cell phone for the umteenth time.  She shoved the phone back into her scrubs pocket and headed back to the nurses’ station.  Her baggy, blue scrubs covered the form of her gorgeous body and only those who knew her outside of the workplace knew of her model-like physique.  She was certainly modest, but enjoyed the compliments she regularly received on a night out on the town.

            “Nothing?” Joyelle’s coworker at the admittance desk asked. 

            “Nope. I just checked again.”

              “I’m sure his flight is just delayed a bit. You know O’Hare.  Don’t worry, sweetie.”  The coworker smiled and Joyelle continued on toward the nurses’ station.   Everyone knew that it was Joyelle’s fifth wedding anniversary and she was anxiously awaiting word from her husband that he was safely back in Chicago from his business trip in Boston.

            She quickly passed the nurses’ station, patted her hand on the counter twice to get the attention of her colleague, mumbled “I’ll be right back,” and headed toward the ER doors to the outside.  As she approached the doors, they flung open before her, and she stepped outside into the cool autumn air.  The area that was usually loud with ambulance sirens was eerily quiet and Joyelle took a deep breath.  She loved Chicago in autumn: the crisp air, the bright gold and orange leaves of the trees, and the dramatic waves of Lake Michigan.  Winter would be here before she knew it and Joyelle had learned long ago to make the most of Chicago’s short fall seasons.

            Joyelle first met Derek about seven years ago at their five-year college reunion.  She had never known him when they were both undergrads at the University of Michigan, but they were introduced by mutual friends at a dinner event during their reunion weekend.  For her, it was love at first sight.  He stood there in front of her with his boyish good looks and a great physique that she could recognize hidden beneath his perfectly fitted suit.  They talked all night over cocktails as if they had known each other for years.  He had played varsity baseball at Michigan, earned both his BBA and MBA there, and worked at a law firm based in Chicago with clients all over the country.  He was intrigued not only by Joyelle’s beauty, but her brains as well.  She was articulate, sophisticated, and driven.  As a nurse, she spoke with compassion and empathy about her patients and was just about the kindest girl Derek had ever met.

            Over time, they learned more about each other and each other’s families.  They fell deeply in love and five years ago this very night, they were married at a lovely autumn ceremony at Chicago’s Botanic Gardens. It was the fairytale wedding they had both dreamed of and married life seemed to suit them well.  They carefully balanced their careers with their personal lives, enjoying friends and neighbors in their Lakeview neighborhood and beyond.  Joyelle hated that Derek’s job took him out of town so often, but she appreciated the income it produced so she kept her concerns to herself.

            Joyelle glanced at her wedding ring as it sparkled in the autumn moonlight.  Derek and she had designed their own wedding rings, specially crafted with both yellow and white gold and a series of diamonds.  People always commented on them because they were so beautifully unique.

Joyelle then checked her phone one more time.  No texts or missed calls.  So she put her phone away, took one last breath of the night air, and returned back into the emergency room to complete her shift.  Optimistic, she still hoped that Derek and she could celebrate their anniversary at least a little bit once her shift ended and he landed back in Chicago safely.

            Unlike Chicago, Boston was experiencing a severe storm that night – frequent lightning lit the Boston skyline -- but that wasn’t why Derek was late arriving back in Chicago.  Although rain pounded against the hotel window, music from an ipod next to the room’s bed drowned out that sound.  Lightning illuminated the otherwise dark bedroom, revealing the contours of Derek’s muscled body as he rolled back on top of Cole O’Brien.

            Derek smiled looking into Cole’s eyes and shoved his tongue down Cole’s throat.  Clinging to Derek as if he would never let go, Cole dug his toes into the back of Derek’s calves and cupped Derek’s tight ass with his hands.  Derek’s tongue moved down Cole’s neck, then back up along his jaw line to his ear.  Cole’s moans urged Derek to continue, and he did. 

            In some ways, Cole’s body reminded Derek of what his used to be.  While Cole’s body was completely smooth except for a small tuft of blond hair that accented his penis, his muscled chest, arms and thighs were reminiscent of the hard body Derek had during his days playing baseball of Michigan.  Certainly, his body was still great, but there was a youthfulness to Cole’s that made it even more appealing.

            Cole playfully nibbled on Derek’s chin and smiled.  Then he flipped over on top of Derek, sitting across his hips and looking down at Derek’s hairy chest.  He leaned forward and put his lips on Derek’s nipple, carefully biting the tip.  Derek’s twitched momentarily and then laughed, “Oh, no you don’t!”

            Derek powerfully flipped back over on top of Cole and pinned him down, his arms over his head.  Cole watched the smile leave Derek’s face and anticipated what was about to happen.  Derek reached over to the nightstand to grab a condom and quickly pulled it on. Then Derek once again began to kiss Cole and pulled Cole’s legs over his shoulders.  As he took Cole’s toes into his mouth, Derek positioned his hard cock against Cole’s inviting hole.

            “Yes,” Cole whispered as he grabbed Derek’s butt and began to pull Derek inside of him.  Derek thrust hard, and Cole’s face turned red, the tips of his blond hair stuck to the sweat forming on his forehead.   Cole’s toes curled as he felt Derek’s hard dick pumping into his hole.  The thrusts were long and penetrating, while Cole’s own hard dick was sandwiched between the men’s hard abs.  Cole loved the feel of Derek’s furry chest against his and ran his fingers up Derek’s back, digging them into his flesh each time Derek hit the spot deep inside of him.

            Derek continued to kiss Cole as he pounded deeper and deeper, Cole wiping the sweat from Derek’s back.   Derek intended to once again show this boy who was in charge and Cole showed no signs of resisting.

            “Oh fuck, I’m close,” Derek whispered as Cole smiled and tightened his ass around Derek. 

            “Stay inside me….please,” Cole begged, but Derek took orders from no one.  He continued to pump as his entire body began to tense up.  “Please,” Cole pleaded once again, but Derek swiftly pulled his cock from inside Cole, tore off the condom, and shot his load all over Cole’s smooth chest, letting out a large moan as he did so.   The load was thicker and larger than the previous ones, nearly hitting Cole’s neck.  As it settled on Cole’s chest, Cole’s whole body began to tremble.  Derek used some his own cum to stroke Cole’s incredibly hard cock.  “Oh God,” Cole moaned as his own load shot and mixed with Derek’s.  Derek collapsed onto Cole, kissing him and then rolling over onto his back next to his conquest.

            Derek took several deep breaths as he looked up at the hotel room ceiling, the lightning from outside casting strange shadows across it.  “Fuck…”

            “You rock,” Cole smiled as he planted a kiss on Derek’s chest.  He ran his fingers through the mixed cum on his chest, making a random design.

            “Looks like you need a towel,” Derek smiled as he hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.  Cole enviously watched Derek’s ass as it disappeared behind the bathroom door.  Derek tossed Cole a towel and then closed the door completely.

            Cole tasted some of the cum on his fingers, then wiped up the rest with his towel.  He sat up and flipped his legs over the side of the bed as he pulled on a pair of Notre Dame shorts and shoved his toes into some flip flops.  Then he stood up and walked to the window.  It was still raining.

            “Oh fuck!” Derek yelled as he ran back into the bedroom.  “I’m gonna miss my flight.”  Cole turned from the window as Derek scanned the room for this pants and shirt.  He pulled on his pants and sat down to put on his socks.  Cole crawled across the bed and wrapped his arms around Derek’s back, kissing his neck.  Derek smiled and continued to put on his shoes.  Then Derek stood up and pulled on his shirt.  “Notre Dame? Really?” Derek quipped as he caught a glance of Cole’s shorts.

            “Yup.  So?”

            “I went to Michigan,” Derek smiled.  “Notre Dame sucks.”  Cole just smiled back at Derek, no comment.  “What are you doing in Boston anyway?  You said you’re still in school.”

            “I’m graduating early, in a few weeks.  Job interview here.”

            “Oh cool.  Good luck with that,” Derek said as he pulled on his suit coat. “I gotta grab a cab.”

            “When’s your flight?”

            “I think I missed it.  Fuck.”

            “Before you go, can I get your number?”  Cole smiled, then bit his lip.

            “I told you.  Can’t do that.”

            “Aw come on,” Cole pleaded again. 

            “Look, these two days have been awesome.  Hot, even.  But I have to go back to my life.  And you do, too.”  Derek leaned in to kiss Cole quickly on the lips.  “Thanks, man.”  And with that comment, Derek was out the door and gone.

            “Ya, thanks,” Cole mumbled to himself.  He walked over to the mirror on the wall and checked himself out.  Then he let out a sigh and returned to the window to contemplate the storm.  As he walked across the room, the lightning reflected off something shiny on the floor, half-buried in the carpet.  He knelt down to take a closer look and picked up what turned out to be a ring.  It was both gold and silver in color and had a series of small diamonds in it.  Cole turned toward the hotel room door, then looked back at the ring.  He examined it more closely and then slipped it on his finger; Derek hopped into a cab outside.

Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago, Jake Biondi fell in love with "The Windy City" at an early age.  He left the Chicago area for four years to attend the University of Notre Dame and, upon graduation, returned to Chicago.  He has been living in Chicago's Boystown neighborhood for over 20 years. 

A huge fan of Charles Dickens' novels as well as television shows such as Dynasty, Knots Landing, Dallas  and Revenge, Jake Biondi has created a serialized saga for contemporary audiences.  

Because of BOYSTOWN's huge success online and the serialized nature of Biondi's writing, readers from all over the globe have been able to correspond with Biondi and influence the storylines of the BOYSTOWN saga as Biondi writes it.   Now, the first ten episodes of BOYSTOWN are available in book form.

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Cole O'Brien

Cole O’Brien is one of the book’s most interesting, complicated, and sexy characters. A senior graduating early from the University of Notre Dame, Cole flies to Boston to interview at the headquarters of a company that has offices in Chicago, where Cole ultimately wants to live. While in Boston, Cole hooks up with a very attractive man, slightly older than Cole, named Derek Mancini.

Cole immediately falls for Derek and something about Cole sticks with Derek as well. They spend the weekend together in Boston and, when rushing out of the hotel room to catch his flight home to Chicago on the day of his wedding anniversary, Derek leaves his wedding ring behind. Cole finds it and keeps it, hoping to one day be with Derek again. Will Cole and Derek end up together as Cole hopes? Or will Derek manage to keep his secret and his wife?  Keep on reading!

Jesse Morgan

Jesse is one of the book’s hottest and most complex characters. A senior graduating early from the University of Notre Dame, Jesse receives a job offer from Logan Pryce, a man Jesse immediately becomes attracted to.   The only problem is that Logan already has a partner. 

Jesse accepts the job and, along with his college roommate Cole O’Brien, moves to Chicago.  Excited to begin their lives in Chicago, Jesse and Cole find an apartment in the heart of Chicago’s Boystown neighborhood and soon find themselves at the center of the novel’s action.

Having grown up not knowing his father, Jesse prays for the day when his mother will finally tell him who is father is so that he can attempt to build a relationship with him.  In the meantime, a chance encounter brings Jesse and his new boss Logan closer than Jesse ever thought possible.

Logan Pryce

Logan is one of BOYSTOWN’s core characters.  Very handsome and professionally successful, Logan has low self-esteem and finds it difficult to love himself.

Logan and his boyfriend Max Taylor have been together for a very long time.  Of course, that doesn’t mean that they don’t have their problems.  Always feeling inferior to Max, Logan seeks confidence and self-esteem from liquor.  In spite of Max’s many attempts to help Logan address and deal with his abuse of alcohol, Logan continues to drink, causing a great strain on their relationship.  In the meantime, Max’s feelings for his long-time friend Emmett Mancini are beginning to grow.  Can Max and Logan survive their issues?  Or are they destined to fall apart? 

Emmett Mancini

Emmett Mancini is one of BOYSTOWN’s heroes.  Kind, loving and generous, Emmett is the youngest of the three Mancini brothers.  He is the family’s voice of reason, compassion, and support.

Emmett and his boyfriend Keith Colgan have been together for about five years, almost as long as his other brother Derek and his wife Joyelle.  No one enjoys the Christmas season more than Emmett, and Keith thinks the holiday season is the perfect time of year to “pop the question” to Emmett.   A few of their friends are in on the exciting surprise, but Emmett is clueless about his boyfriend’s intentions.  And Emmett is clueless about something else as well…Keith’s past.  Will Emmett say “yes” to Keith’s proposal?  Will Keith’s past put an end to their happiness?  Keep turning the pages to find out! 

Keith Colgan

Keith Colgan is one of BOYSTOWN’s central characters.  Handsome and sexy, Keith has a tendency to put his foot in his mouth and gives off a bit of “attitude” to those he doesn’t know well.

Keith and his boyfriend Emmett Mancini have been together for about five years and Keith is ready to take their relationship to the next level.  No one enjoys the Christmas season more than Emmett, and Keith thinks the holiday season is the perfect time of year to “pop the question” to Emmett.   A few of their friends are in on the exciting surprise, but Emmett is clueless about his Keith’s intentions.  And Emmett is clueless about something else as well…Keith’s past.  Will Emmett say “yes” to Keith’s proposal?  Will Keith’s past put an end to their happiness?  Keep reading to find out!

Justin Mancini


Justin is the oldest of the three Mancini brothers and one of the book’s darkest characters. Although he doesn’t appear in the book until Episode 9, Justin immediately figures into the book’s main storylines.

Harboring a dark history with his brothers Derek and Emmett, Justin arrives in Chicago to supposedly make amends with his brothers.   But Derek and Emmett are suspicious about Justin’s arrival in Chicago – and they should be.  Justin has a plan all his own and what he is after could destroy the entire Mancini family!

Ben Donovan


Ben is one of the novel’s most intriguing characters – but not necessarily in a good way.  A groundskeeper at the University of Notre Dame, Ben meets and falls in love with Jesse Morgan.  While Ben begins to plan for the future with Jesse, Jesse has no interest in a relationship with Ben and accepts a job in Chicago.

When Jesse refuses to reconsider his job offer and stay with Ben, Ben puts together an elaborate and sick plan for revenge.  Jesse has no idea what Ben has in store for him!

Michael Martinez

Officer Michael Martinez is one of the audience’s favorite characters, even though he doesn’t first appear until Episode 9.  A handsome, intelligent, witty member of the Chicago Police Department, Michael first joins the main characters as an outsider assisting them with a situation; however, he quickly becomes a member of the core group.

When his father, a policeman, was killed by a drunk driver, young Michael decided to follow in his father’s footsteps.  Now as a grown man, Michael serves and protects those in Chicago’s Boystown neighborhood.  But things are about to become very personal for Michael…

David Young

A handsome, bright personal trainer and physical therapist, David Young joins the BOYSTOWN storyline as he attempts to help on of the survivors of the wareshouse shootings.  

The relationships he builds with his client -- and others around him -- will entrap him in a web thick with love, lies, and liaisons.  

And a family secret that even David himself is not aware of may change him forever.

Tyler Bennett

Tyler Bennett is the newest member of St. Joseph Hospital's nursing staff.  Handsome and compassionate, Tyler is assigned to work with Joyelle Mancini.  Quickly, the two become friends as well as co-workers.

Before he realizes it, Tyler becomes a part of all the Mancini family drama -- but he has a plan all his own as well.

Boystown: Season Two
Jake Biondi
Release Date: June 2014

Honky Tonk Book 3: Wedding Bells and Bullets
The Honky Tonk Series
Rain Carrington
Released: May 24, 2014
5 Star Review

What will happen to the wedding of the century in Mesa Rojo when Hunter and Ethan are forced to babysit a mobster, deal with the homophobic father of the groomsman, and overcome their own cold feet? Sparks! 

Hunter and Ethan are back in the third and final installment of the Honky Tonk Trilogy. In this story we revisit Westmore Ranch where Hunter is forced to have a man stay on the ranch who is a member of a west coast crime family. This man, Troy Castor, sets his sights on damaged Drew behind Reggie’s back. In steps Ethan to save the day but with heavy consequences.

The wedding is not going as planned as Reggie’s father blames Hunter for “corrupting his only son into homosexuality”. He starts rumors, causing the vendors to run for cover to avoid being in the middle of a war between the two largest cattlemen in the area. This and their own insecurities about being a man the other deserves has them both worried if they are even ready to commit for a lifetime.

When the day finally comes bullets fly. With the bullets come revelations, tears and new dreams to reach for but will Hunter and Ethan be the ones reaching for them together or will one have to set out on his own?

This is the third book in the Honky Tonk Series called Honky Tonk 3: Wedding Bells and Bullets by Rain Carrington. Each book can be read alone but I recommend that you read as a series in order or read the trilogy!
 
In Mesa Rojo not much is happening accept the wedding of the century and sexy Hunter and Ethan are now being forced to watch over a mobster and deal with the very homophobic father of the groomsman. If that wasn't enough they are also dealing with their own cold feet. Hunter has a member of the west coast crime family staying on the Westmore Ranch and his name is Troy and he sets his sights on the very troubled Drew but here comes Ethan to the rescue but what will the results be of Ethan getting involved in this situation?
 
Reggie's father is completely blaming hunter for turning his son gay and now causing havoc on the wedding which already has it's own troubles. To make matters worse he is now telling lies and making everyone very nervous and nobody wants to get in between the two most power cattlemen. Now the day has finally come but not without some bullets flying, major dramatic secrets being revealed and dreams being met by Hunter and Ethan or will too much drama tear them apart?
 
I loved all the characters in this book and in the entire series and so much happens, the reader will be entertained from the very beginning to the end! This novel was so brilliantly written and I just love the writing style of Rain Carrington. It was great how she brought back all the characters to the 3rd book and how she wrote about them was just  so beautifully done. To understand all the background on them, I do suggest reading the entire series in order or the trilogy to make it easier. I am really hoping that Rain doesn't end with book 3 as I can't get enough of her writing and these amazing men. You will not be able to put this series down at all and you will be thinking of these characters for some time to come as they stay with you and plus the author wrote such a brilliant series. I highly recommend this book and the entire series by Rain Carrington to anyone who loves reading about love, romance, drama, intrigue, forgiveness and the most hottest gay characters!

AMAZON / AMAZON CA / AMAZON UK

The drive to the bunkhouse was quiet…mostly. Hunter figured out pretty fast that Troy Castor didn’t like being ignored. “So a gay rancher huh? Bet that’s real popular out here in Texas or wherever the hell we are.”

Oh God, what a tool. “New Mexico.”

Troy laughed. “Man of few words. I like that.” He looked out of the window and then back at Hunter. “Is this a gay ranch? You hire the lonely gay guys?”

Why the fuck did his father have to build the house so far away from the actual ranch? “I hire people that work.”

“Well as long as some are eye candy I might not hate it here.”

Hunter pulled the truck over and turned to glare at Troy Castor. “This is a working ranch. We work cattle here. There is no eye candy, no hitting on the hands and no fucking around with them. You will keep your head low, do the work, keep your mouth shut as to who you really are and when it’s time get the fuck out with as little muss or fuss as possible.” Hunter started to turn back to the steering wheel then thought of one more thing, possibly the most important thing. “If you even look at Ethan again Dante won’t need to find you. I will squeeze your head off your shoulders and feed it to the fucking hogs.”

So what if they didn’t have pigs on the ranch? Castor didn’t know that.

Troy’s eyes were narrowed but he nodded. “Noted.”

“Fine.”

By the time they got to the bunkhouse Hunter could feel the hatred coming off of the man but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he wanted to be fast friends with the fuck anyway. He got out and showed Troy through the dining hall. 

“Breakfast is at six, unless otherwise posted. Coffee’s always on and there will be nights that it’s your job to put it on. I don’t have a 24 hour cook.”

Without waiting for a response Hunter led him into the lounge where the television, a pool table and library was. There were a few of the guys sitting around the room, two playing pool. “Everyone this is the new hand Troy. Troy this is Billy, Rip, Turner, Danny and Pete. Over there fixing the toaster oven is Carl.”

Troy smirked, gave a wave and said, “Howdy!”

Rolling his eyes Hunter pointed to the hall where the rooms were while the others just stared at the two of them. Down the hall, the third door on the left Hunter knocked. When there was no answer he opened the door and saw the two unmade beds. “Here’s where you’ll sleep. It’s the only room with no roommate. I don’t want anyone stuck with you.”

Troy’s emerald eyes twinkled with humor. “Sure thing Hoss.”

“The name is Hunter.”

Honky Tonk: The Complete Trilogy
Rain Carrington
Released: May 24, 2014

AMAZON / AMAZON CA / AMAZON UK

Rain Carrington started writing when she was just a teenager in Trinidad, Colorado but didn’t start writing M/M romance until much later. Through the years many of her gay male friends told stories of heartache and the struggle to find “the one” so she told them stories, fantasies all about them and their future cowboy, fireman, biker or policeman. When she found a writing site that encouraged her to write them down she started what was an adventure like she never had before. 

Her first story, Cabin fever, about a young man searching for love and finding it wrapped in a member of a mafia family gained her readers who cheered for more. She knew then that she had found her place in the world. To make stories of love and kink that not only her readers but she could get lost in as well.

Rain now lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado but has traveled most of the US. Her last road trip to San Francisco gave her characters still coming out…no pun intended…in her newer stories. Rain has severe scoliosis which makes it hard for her to do all the things she used to love but it did give her the time to write that she never had before. She fights for lgbt rights from her home as best she can now and keeps in close contact with her friends that fight on two good legs to point them where they should go. She is a fervent believer that one door never closes without another opening so there are no limits she can’t get past. 

Of all the people in the world no one has encouraged and supported her like her friends, many of them writers themselves, and her family. There is never a dull moment in her home where laughter is in the air 24/7 and everyone knows to avoid the computer screen when she sits in front of it. They never know what kind of beautiful man love they may see. Rain calls it research, they call it, “there she goes again!”

Her latest book, Rebel Yells is getting great reviews and she is currently working on the sequel, Penny’s Lane. 

Rain Carrington, Author 

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Dangerously Happy
Varian Krylov
Released: May 18, 2014
5 Star Review

Aidan has always played it safe. Instead of pursuing his dream of creating innovative music that makes his soul sing, he settled for a degree in software, a job in a cubicle, and a spot in a generic band with his buddies.

And he's always been straight. But when he's seduced by magnetic local literary luminary Dario, Aidan must decide whether to keep playing it safe, or succumb to a ravenous passion and a nourishing love unlike anything he's experienced before. Will he find the courage to go after real happiness if it means admitting he's in love with a man?

Their journey together isn't easy. Sometimes it isn't safe. Even if Aidan has the courage to admit he's in love with Dario, can he endure the repercussions of the traumatic event in Dario's past?

Dangerously Happy EXPLICIT excerpt: Dario and Aidan get naked!

Dario took a step or two forward, until we were close enough to touch, but he didn’t touch me. He stood still, gazing at me without a trace of embarrassment or awkwardness, but like he was waiting for something from me. “Then I’m going to kiss you.” He moved, brought his body, his face closer to mine. Raised one hand, brushed it briefly against my arm, my shoulder, my jaw. His breath smelled of toothpaste, and a sudden flood of tenderness rushed over me at the image of him brushing his teeth because I was coming over. In case we might kiss. And his lips parted slightly and I tried to relax my mouth, my jaw for a kiss as tender as the caresses he’d given me that first night. “If you want me to.” Not a kiss. His lips had parted for those words. “Do you want me to?”

I wanted it so badly. It was why I’d come. But it was so hard to say it. “Yes.”He leaned in a little closer, so close that I felt the heat of him up the length of my body, felt his breath warm on my lips, so close that when he shifted his weight his knee brushed against my leg, and as I felt my blood accelerate, pumping my panic from my chest into my legs and arms and hands until I was trembling, and I noticed his breathing was like mine—strange and constricted and too fast—he touched my wrist again, the way he’d touched it that first night, made me move my arm, my hand again as if it were me and not him directing that movement, and he pressed my palm over the warm, rigid bulge of his hard cock sheathed under the fabric of his jeans. “You’re sure you want me to kiss you?” I was almost in tears because I was sure I’d already used up all the generous patience possible, but it seemed better to say it sooner than later. “I’m not sure I’m ready.”Not the look of disappointment or irritation I was expecting. Just a hint of a grin. “Not ready for what?”“For sex.”“That isn’t what I asked you. I asked if you want me to kiss you. This isn’t a bait and switch.”“Yes. Yes, I want you to.”It seemed strange to me, but wonderful that he was trembling too. He slid one hand against my waist until it curved against the small of my back, warm, almost hovering he touch was so light, and he leaned in so that our chests barely pressed together, and his lips brushed against mine, not even really a kiss for those first seconds, my want expanding and submerging me so that when he finally did really kiss me, soft lips pressing against mine, his tongue seeking mine, I groaned and the faint warmth of his hand on the small of my back drew me closer, pressed me more firmly to him, his other hand curving around the base of my neck, his kiss gentle but desperate, ravenous. Never in my life have I felt so possessed, so completely taken in a kiss. When we stopped, we were both panting. He backed away to look at me—my face, the bulge sticking up under my slacks—and without realizing what I was doing I’d curved my hands behind his triceps, desperate not to let him slip away from me, not even far enough that I couldn’t feel his body’s heat against my belly and chest. “Come upstairs with me.” More like a directive than an invitation. Fear and arousal driving a violent surge of blood through my whole body with every thumping heartbeat, I followed him to the far corner of the loft and up the steep, precarious stairs that were hardly more than a ladder, a staircase usually hidden behind a teak screen he kept locked in place to bar the hordes from entering his sanctuary during the weekend events, so that I’d never seen the stairs, much less the sleeping area they led to. It was like we’d gone to a different house. As open and spare as the rest of the loft was, the upstairs area, which was suspended above maybe a quarter of the lower loft but which was larger than my entire apartment—was warm, cozy, intimate, mostly in golds with accents of deep brownish reds, all the wood teak, nothing ornate, all in gentle slopes and curves, rounded corners, avoiding even a single hard angle.Raising his hands to my hair and giving me a caress that felt both tender and possessive, demanding, Dario said, “I prefer to be with you up here. Downstairs, it’s for everyone. Up here, it’s just for us.”He kissed me again. It was like drowning, that kiss the medium in which my body, my soul was suspended, that kiss touching every cell of my skin, every hair follicle on my body, filling my mouth, my throat, my lungs until I couldn’t breathe, until my consciousness started to dim and blur in dizzy euphoria.Then his mouth was by my ear and in that intimate voice that made me feel like I was being touched, he said, “I want to undress you.”I wanted to let him. Just the words sent a thrill surging through me. But I was afraid, too. Not afraid he’d try to make me do something if I didn’t want it, but afraid that by taking my clothes off maybe I was making some implicit promise I might not be able to keep. But he knew that already, didn’t he? His hands slid up under my shirt and over my belly, slowly, incredibly lightly, his hands warm, his touch amplifying my arousal more than I’d imagined could be possible given how fucking turned on I was already, even before he brushed his fingertips over my nipples. He stood still, with that complete, intense focus of his fixed on me, and then he started, the whole time mostly watching my face, but now and then looking at the skin he was exposing—my stomach, my chest—watching his fingers working the buttons of my shirt, drawing it open, then drawing it off my shoulders, down my arms. He gazed into my eyes for a moment, then his hands and eyes moved over my naked torso. He kissed me again, then, tentative, incredibly gentle at first. Then with rising hunger. Palpable want. When the kiss ended, he looked at me again, like he was trying to read my mind.Nervous and turned on as hell, my heart hammering, I watched him sink to his knees, first gazing up at me, seeking my response, then feathering his lips over my abdomen, right along the waistline of my slacks, instantly pumping more blood and heat into my already throbbing cock. His warm, wet tongue sliding over my skin, little sucking, thrilling kisses across the tattoo that was only half visible above my belt. When he stopped, he looked at the blatant bulge of my erection jutting against my pants, then gazed up at me with a rousing, eager grin, and started working my belt open, unzipping my fly.God, it was really happening. I don’t think I’d ever been as nervous or as fucking turned on as I was as he slid my pants down off my hips, then knelt there caressing my hard cock through my boxer briefs with his gaze. He planted a lingering kiss just next to my cock, that gesture and his hot breath driving a fresh thrill through me. Then he slid my shorts down, just an inch or two. He looked up at me, making sure, then bared my cock. He sighed. For a minute he just knelt there looking at it, his rapt gaze pumping blood straight to my erection.When I was completely naked he stood and told me to get on the bed, and I did, heart hammering hard, erection absolutely throbbing. It embarrassed me to watch him undress, I don’t know why it was much harder than letting him undress me, being naked under that intense gaze of his. But he was so, so beautiful that even though I felt embarrassed I was absolutely devouring the sight of him, his long, perfectly proportioned torso, his broad shoulders and chest the ideal I’d worked hard to approximate by going to the gym for two hours four times a week, every week since college, but which had been given to him by genetics. I liked that he didn't look waxed bare like an underwear model. The way that sparse field of dark hair on his pecs narrowed into a line that ran down his abdomen until it was hidden beyond the waist of his pants drew my eyes down his body like a beacon.When he unzipped his jeans I looked up at his face because I was embarrassed to be sitting there staring, waiting to see it, and to be honest, a little scared to see it. Scared it would freak me out. Turn me off. Like he was reading my mind, Dario’s aroused grin faded a little and his gaze went watchful as he slid his pants and boxer briefs down. When he stood, I couldn’t help myself; like an involuntary response my eyes locked on his dick, hard, ruddy and veined and thick. I’d always been a little proud of my cock. But his was definitely bigger. Thicker. Big, flared crown. His balls. Everything groomed. Fuck. The startling shock of really seeing it went straight to my gut. Then to my cock. Fuck I wanted him.When he was naked he got on the bed with me, coming close without touching, but again, so close I felt the heat of him, now and then felt a little gust of his breath as he studied my expression, as he looked over my body without a trace of shyness about submitting me, and—another lingering, greedy gaze—my cock to his scrutiny, then finally laying his hand on my waist with what I’m almost sure was restraint because I almost couldn’t feel the weight of it but his hand was trembling. And then he kissed me again, a kiss that started shallow and gentle but got more and more hungry, greedy, and that lasted and lasted, as if there was nothing else for two naked people in bed together to do but kiss. When we finally emerged from that kiss he looked me over again, his gaze lingering now and then on some feature—my cock, the tattoo between my navel and my left hip, the scar on my shin from a cycling accident when I was in college. That caressing voice, “You’re lovely, Aidan. Unbearably lovely. I’m going to call you Rodin.”“Was Rodin lovely?” I teased, embarrassed. It felt so strange, him gazing at me that way, after all the times I'd caught women and guys staring at him. At his beauty. His big, dark eyes made even more stunning because he had incredibly long thick eyelashes. That movie star jawline. Those soft, full lips that had kissed me.“Not particularly. But he carved lovely figures, which is what you’ve done.”“Trying to look like you,” I confessed.I thought he’d laugh or come back with a clever comment, but he just gazed at me, his luminous happiness tinged with a little shadow of melancholy, I thought, then kissed me again, another kiss like a wave rising over and crashing down on me until I felt I was being swept away by the force of him. Little by little I felt that restraint he’d imposed on himself slipping away, the weight of his hand finally succumbing to gravity, daring at last to explore, then take possession of my body inch by inch, and then he lifted himself on top of me and I panicked a little. I thought I was going to tell him no, it’s too much. But his warmth and weight on me felt so good, the scent of him filling me each time I took a breath was making me even hungrier for him, and the way he was kissing me and touching me had me gasping, moaning, straining for every caress, and I was writhing under him, the way our bodies rubbed and slid against each other driving me crazy, worse than the cruelest torment of want from adolescent days when every encounter with my girlfriends stopped short of release, leaving me in agony until I could get home and jerk off.He ended the kiss, rose up on his knees. Towering over me, his hungry gaze framed above the sight of his hard cock drove a fresh spike of want and fear into me. He reached past me, and laid a bottle of lube on the blanket by my hip. Suddenly in a panic, my whole body tensed as if for battle I asked in a constricted voice that sounded almost angry, “What’s that for?”“I’m going to suck your cock until you beg me for mercy,” he said, no dent in his embracing, caressing voice. “And while I suck you, I’m going to finger your ass. Has anyone done that to you before?”“No.” Two women had tried, and I’d told them both to knock it off, but I didn’t say that.“It’s going to feel good.” He smiled. “No, that’s a lie. It’s going to feel fucking amazing. But you have to give it a chance.”I didn’t tell him no, even though the idea of it sounded frankly awful. Clinical, anatomical, invasive and a little sadistic. I don’t know what I thought we were going to do in bed together, except maybe stroke each other off and, eventually—I’d fantasized it and was almost sure I’d eventually want to—fuck each other, but being penetrated that way hadn’t occurred to me and suddenly my whole body was rigid, already trying to defend itself even before he’d moved a muscle. He sank down very slowly, not to go down on me, but to say softly by my ear, “Can you trust me?”I croaked out a weak little, “Yes,” as if a snake had wrapped itself around my throat and was constricting its coils, trying to choke the life from me.“It’s not a question for your brain, Aidan. It’s a question for your heart. You thought about it, and you said yes. But what do you feel? Can you trust me?”I tried to make myself forget the image of a latex-gloved hand probing my anal cavity, and return to that dim, warm room, to how I’d felt with him kissing and touching and looking at me. “Yes.”“I’ll always be very careful not to spoil that feeling.”“Okay,” I said.A brief brush of his soft warm lips over mine, and then he went down, looking up for a moment, noting that I was watching what he was doing, and with the same delicious, torturous patience he began to give me head. It shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did: it was the best head I’d ever had. So much so, it was like a new, strange experience, as if the women I’d been with had been performing some other act when they’d bobbed up and down with my cock in their mouths. At first he was barely moving, and apart from seeing him slip the crown of my cock between his lips, or at other moments seeing his tongue sliding over my flesh, I couldn’t even be sure exactly what he was doing. There was just the sensation of warmth, of wetness, of a muscular embrace engulfing, constricting, occasionally exerting a sucking pressure that sometimes was barely discernible, driving a fierce want into me, other times growing so intense I was almost anxious that it was about to hurt. But all through it, from the first minute, I wanted more. I wanted it so bad I was lifting my hips, seeking the depth of his mouth, begging him with a gesture, a caress, a little grunt of exquisite suffering to please, please, give me just a little more of that sensation that was a new pleasure I’d never imagined. I was so lost in that pleasure I wasn’t even aware of him doing it, reaching for the bottle, squeezing out a measure of lube, but the first touch, just a shy little feathering caress under my balls, slid warm and slippery over my skin, teasing, maybe hinting at tickling, at that tormenting thrill, then weightening into a real, coaxing caress. The taunting pleasure of his engulfing, sucking mouth, endlessly driving me to seek its own culmination, never relented, never stopped driving me to tremble, to flex and arch for his tongue, his throat even at the moment when one finger slid slowly along my cleft and began rubbing the sensitive little aperture, suddenly magnifying the pleasure of the blowjob with that new, fretful little sensation.With a little slurping noise he released my dick from his mouth. “Baby,” he said, and I felt my face burn at that little endearment, “are you always so silent? I’d love to hear you.”I realized my jaw was clenched tight, so tight that when I willed myself to relax it, it ached. I’d been holding my breath, too, taking a quick gulp of air only when I’d half suffocated myself. I made myself breathe, in and out, my lips parted, and little by little those breaths swelled up to soft moans as he started giving me head again, as he started wiggling that finger between my cheeks again, and then, as I felt his finger push past the tight little aperture and slide slowly up inside me I heard a warbly little whimper composed half of fear and half of pleasure. Then I was whining my want, my need, my bitter frustration because his mouth had all but stilled, my cock buried deep, so deep I wondered if he’d slowed because he was choking himself in an effort to impress me, and the sensation of what he was doing with that finger plunged into me to the hilt demanded all my attention as he moved it inside of me, little fluid movements, and I was grunting faintly, the sensation driving these little noises out of me without me knowing whether I’d name the feeling pleasure, but then he started working over my absolutely aching cock with his tongue and lips and driving me to the point of madness with that incredible sucking pressure while he kept fingering my ass, and suddenly I was whimpering, “Please, please,” and raking my fingers into his hair, probably clawing his scalp more than once, pushing myself between his lips in a way that was way more aggressive than I’d ever let myself be with a woman giving me head, and I swear, he never resisted, never once pulled away or pushed me back, he just kept going, maybe coming up to nurse the crown when I relented, then sinking down on me again, and then the finger he had up my ass slipped from inside of me, and I thought, “Thank God,” but even though he was sucking me with as much enthusiasm and skill as ever—if anything pulling me even closer to the edge but always backing off the second I teetered and almost fell—I realized I wanted it again, that penetration, that unfamiliar, fretful torment of those delicate nerves. And then he gave it to me, again the pressure of his finger, a teasing rubbing at first, then that honing in, that slow push and forced dilation of that tightly closed aperture, the gradual penetration, but this time the strain was much more, as if he were putting something much larger inside of me.“Wait,” I gasped, my voice strained with panic. Immediately (though slowly and gently) he withdrew whatever he’d been trying to push up my ass, and then took his mouth from my cock. He looked up at me with a calm patience which struck me almost like mockery of my panic, but just for a second. I knew he was being kind. Sweet. “I’m sorry,” I said, “whatever it is, it’s too much.”“Did I hurt you?”Honestly, it had been uncomfortable. And suddenly I’d gotten scared of what I was about to feel. “No. But it’s too much.”He grinned, and lifted his hand, his index and middle finger extended. I felt my face go hot again, and had a flash of terror that his fingers would be dirty from being up there, but they were just pink and shiny with lube. “Trust me, this isn’t too much.” God, he sounded aroused. To prove his point, still grinning, he put those two extended fingers next to his stiff, swollen cock, which in circumference was at least twice that of the two fingers. Twice the length, too. At least. I was suddenly a hundred percent sure I would never, never let him fuck me. There was no way. No way on earth.“I know you’re nervous. I know it’s new for you. But you were enjoying it, weren’t you?”“Before, with one finger, yes.”“Well, we can stick with that if you want. But if you’ll try to relax, and really trust me, I promise it won’t hurt. I promise,” he said, “that you won’t believe how hard you’re going to come. There’s nothing like it.”It wasn’t the promise of the mega orgasm. Mostly, it was how turned on he sounded and looked as he said it, how aroused he seemed to be by the idea of doing that to me, making me come with his lips gripping my cock and his fingers up inside of me that made me willing to try again, even though I was frankly skeptical that I’d be able to handle it. But I knew he’d stop again if I told him to, so I gave him a not very eager, “Alright. I’ll try.”This time he didn’t suck me while he did it. He knelt there, gazing down at me, his expression all gentle empathy, his face almost beatific as he put a fat blob of lube on his fingertips, then he bent over me, kissed me deeply, slowly, but only briefly, then he lifted his head a little and watched me as he started teasing my hole again, rubbing, then just pushing one fingertip in a little way, then rubbing again until the sensation started to make me squirm with a feeling that was somewhere between a thrilling irritation and pleasure. But then the pressure intensified and I felt my hole being stretched to the limit again, and I heard myself let out a startled, frightened little cry.“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.“I just, I don’t think I like it.”“We haven’t gotten to the part that feels best. Would you try something for me? Bear down a little. So you’re pushing against my fingers.”When I tried it, he smiled, and I felt his fingers sliding up inside of me. “Better, baby?” he purred.“Maybe.”He kissed me, tasting of my cock, while he pulled out a little, then pushed his fingers deeper into me, his tongue playing with mine, his fingers slowly sliding in and out, and then he rose up again to look at me, and however I was looking at that moment made him smile. “That’s so good,” he sighed, then sank down on my cock again, sucking me to the brink of orgasm in a matter of seconds while he started doing something with those fingers up inside of me, so that when he flexed them a violent jolt of incredible pleasure hit my whole pelvis like a mallet on a timpani. “Jesus,” I groaned. “Fuck.”I almost came, once, twice, Dario halting, withholding each time I got close, then, when I’d calmed, his mouth working my cock again with that mysterious pressure and suction and the delicious friction of his tongue teasing the most sensitive places while he probed or stroked or rubbed that magic spot with his fingertip buried deep inside me, driving these guttural grunts out of me in a way fucking and being sucked never had, but each time I started to gasp and flex and arch and raked my fingers into his hair, trying to coax him down, trying to thrust my cock into his throat. Then that luscious sucking pressure abated, though my cock was still jammed to the hilt in his mouth, and his fingers would slip free of the grip of my asshole, or would just recede a little, abandoning the magic pressure point that was making me thrash and making my limbs spastic and useless. He took me to the edge a third time, held me dangling there, then dragged me back.“God, please!” I begged him. I sounded like I was about to cry, and maybe I was.He took my cock from his mouth just long enough to say, “Like this?” Then he pushed his fingers into me to the hilt, fretting that spot inside of me with the flex and press of his fingertips while he worked over my cock until I was practically convulsing under him. And then it all stopped. “Tell me, Aidan.”“Yes, please, God. Just like that.”A little groan escaped his throat as he grinned, then wrapped his lips around my cock, just under the crown, nursing and lapping as he started fingering my hole again, hitting that sensitive target at my depth once, twice, driving a long, whining moan from me as I arched up, clutching his hair and trying desperately to push myself all the way back into his throat, whimpering and murmuring a desperate prayer, “Please, yes, please, please!” and those two fingers straining my body flexed and flexed and flexed as he escalated that unbearable, perfect constricting pressure around my throbbing cock and I collapsed or seized in a brutal spasm of decimating pleasure. I don’t know if I moaned or exclaimed, if I let go of his hair or forced him down on me. I just felt the pleasure grab and twist me again and again, wringing me out until I was empty. Empty and limp.I don’t remember the intervening seconds or minutes, but by the time I was halfway coherent again, we were lying next to each other and he had his arms around me. Practically cradling me, for a long time he just held me while I caught my breath and stopped trembling, his embrace close and warm and comforting. He only started kissing my hair, nuzzling into my neck, and now and then caressing my hip, tracing the tattoo there with a fingertip once I’d calmed. Every kiss, every little touch felt wonderful, made me want to be closer to him even though our bodies were all wrapped up in each other.I said, “You’re still hard.”That assured smile. An emphatic, playful, “Oh, yes.”“What should we do about that?” I was trying to be playful, too, but once again the fact that I felt nervous, that I hadn’t quite made up my mind about what I was and wasn’t ready to do tainted my voice.“We don’t need to do anything about it. It won’t break. And I’m loving this, just lying here with you, kissing and touching.”I should have touched him, caressed him as I said it, but I was too shy, despite what we’d just done. “No,” I tried joking again, “something’s got to be done about that.”“I’ll go take a shower.” “What? A cold shower?” I was horrorstruck. He’d already written me off as useless.“Something like that.” Still smiling placidly.“So, what? You’d rather go jerk off than fool around with me? Am I that bad?” In the face of his unflappable tranquility I immediately felt like a total drama queen. Pardon the expression.“That thought didn’t actually cross your mind, did it? I can’t tell if you’re joking.”“Why would you say that, then?”“Because I’m trying very, very hard not to push you too far too fast, and I don’t want my hard-on to guilt you into doing anything. Whatever we do together, I want everything to be because you’re into it. Absolutely, unbearably hard for it.”Just the way he said that had my cock perking up again. “Don’t imagine that I don’t want to reciprocate. I absolutely do. I’m just feeling . . .”“Not ready?” he finally asked.“Mostly I’m feeling hopelessly outmatched.”“I should hope so, since I’ve been assiduously mastering the art of making men come for almost ten years.” He kissed me, sweetly, almost tentatively at first, then deeply, with a swelling urgency. Then he stopped. “You talk like you’re afraid you’re a disappointment. So I want you to know, I haven’t enjoyed being with anyone so much in years.” He watched my face for a few seconds, then said, “Look at you. You don’t believe me.”“First my cock. Now you’re stroking my ego.”He laughed at my terrible joke. “I’m not a good liar. But I’m truly hopeless with white lies. So if your ego feels stroked, I’m telling you the truth.”“Then forget the shower, and tell me what you want. Then teach me how to do it well.”

Aidan has always wanted to play it safe in life. He chose the more secure job in computer software instead of following his dream of a career in music. He has always identified as a straight man but that is until he is seduced by author Dario. Now Aidan must decide to either keep playing it safe or take the chance on a passionate love  that has made him feel more alive than anything else in his life. Dario has had a traumatic thing that happened to him in his past and how will that affect both Aidan and Dario? Will Aidan take a chance on happiness or go back to his little secure world that has always kept him safe?
 
I completely felt the connection of these two characters right from the beginning of the novel. I found myself feeling for Aidan as he had so much to overcome with his sexuality and I was totally rooting for him. What he went through for Dario was simply amazing and showed how much he grew as a person. Dario the poor tortured soul as I thought it would be Aidan so tormented but in actuality it was Dario. He went through a very painful ordeal which has left him emotionally disconnected with his feelings, that is until Aidan enters his life. 
 
I got all hot and bothered over the threesomes and were so well written and the author got it right on. I loved Xavier and how dominating he was and such a powerful character and I really hope the author creates a book on Xavier. I so enjoyed her writing and she was so fluid with her characters. I have to say that I am shocked at some of her low star ratings as this book was brilliantly written and so well researched. OMG those sex scenes alone deserved a 5 Star rating. I just love the characters of Aidan and Dario and how emotionally connected and their love was. I highly recommend this novel, Dangerously Happy by Varian Krylov for anyone who wants to read a brilliant piece of work about love, trust, angst, trauma, acceptance and HOT HOT HOT sex scenes between two gorgeous men!!!!  

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Since her girlhood in a sunny coastal town in California, Varian Krylov has nurtured a love of words and a curiosity about the deep, dark forces at work in human nature, especially sexuality, and how they often paradoxically twine with our tenderest impulses. Her stories tend to explore the sometimes fine line between what arouses, and what frightens, what we’re driven to, and what we’re ashamed of.

As witty and seductive as I am sarcastic and self-deprecating, I spend as much time as possible thinking and writing about sex. No, not dense, inscrutable post-feminist texts on media representations of gender and the body--that was grad school. I write stories--short stories, novels, and starting a few weeks ago, screenplays--most of which poke and prod and the dark little corners of human sexuality. In a sense, nothing's taboo, anymore. There's no act, no fetish that hasn't been made utterly banal in the proliferation of porn. What intrigues and excites me is the exploration of the conflicting impulses, the twisted psychology and turbulent emotions of people who find themselves unable to resist desires that lie beyond their own moral boundaries.

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Author Kindle Alexander
Interview

I want to welcome Kindle Alexander to my blog today and this is long overdue. I met Kindle online (October 2013) as we haven't met in person yet but I will be knocking on your Texas door one day. Living in Canada I have always tried to purchase M/M-Gay Novels but very hard to find so one day I broke down and decided to join the world of ereaders. I was looking for some novels and accidentally, I noticed a genre of M/M and thought, what the heck is that and researched it and BAM BAM I was in the world of gay characters. The very first book that popped up on my ereader was Texas Pride and of course I purchased it instantly as I was in heaven, finally reading a gay novel. So I instantly had to google the author and I was so amazed at Kindle's openness on her site about her daughter that I decided to email her.  I never thought I would hear back from the author and low and behold she responded and we had the most open, honest and fun conversation I have ever had. She would introduce me to the most amazing people that I could ever know. Kindle is the reason why I started this blog as she knew I wanted to continue to review and she kept pushing me to start a blog and wouldn't give up and I truly love her for it! Kindle you mean the world to me and I am so lucky to have found you as you've made my life better for knowing you! You are a brilliant author, beautiful soul and the most amazing friend and I can truly so.......I love Kindle Alexeander Forever!!!!!

****If you have not read all 5 of Kindle Alexanders novels then you MUST now as they are simply amazing!!!!!

1) Welcome to Gay Media Reviews! Who is Kindle ?

    Your best friend. Duh! Kindle Alexander is a writing team of two people.

2) What made you want to write M/M novels?

    Well, the true answer is people like you, Paul Berry. I read a book with a gay man and all I could think was where has this been all my life? It took a little bit longer to find more gay fiction work. When I did, I was hooked. For a life long romance reader, finding gay fiction altered my life. It's change me forever. 

3) I have noticed that 90% of the M/M readers are female! What do you think attracts them to this hot genre?

    This is a hot topic issue right now. I've heard many different reasons, but I think the best one is honestly, we are mothers, daughters, sisters. We raise our families and we see things aren't cut and dry like we've been taught. It opens our eyes to the possibility. That's what pushes us to read outside of the box. 

4) You are one of the most successful M/M authors of your time! What separates you from other authors in this genre who aren't as successful? So basically what's your secret?

    I don't know how to answer this... We write contemporary romance. I don't know about one of the most successful authors. There is a long line of authors who paved this road. I can say, for us, no publisher wanted our work and the ones that did turned out shady and very slow. Per the ones who didnt want us, we dont write what the gay fiction reader wants, and it's just not interesting enough. So if we have a secret, that's it - go against the grain... I dont know, Paul Berry! This question is too hard! 

    We've been very blessed and lucky, but its because of people like you. That's the honest answer.  


5) Tell us about your writing partner and how has that collaboration been?

    She is one of the most important relationships to me. I love her, she's a very dear friend - we write gay male sex together. How many people can you say do that with you? We've been friends for a long time. We are very different people, but then not really... When it comes down to decisions, we are generally from the same train of thought. 

6) You write about the most fascinating characters in your books! How do you come up with these amazing guys and stories?

    Def from guys like you. Hands down, finally answer. 

7) How do you relax between work, writing, motherhood and wife?
   
    Relax? Bahahahahahaaha. 

8) Tell us how you and your writing partner came up with the name KINDLE ALEXANDER?

    Well Kindle comes from my daughter - her name was Kindle. Alexander came from... Okay, step back further. Once we started reading gay fiction I realized if I could have a redo, I'd have Kindle come back to two gay men as parents. Swear! Because that cant just happen. There are no accidents. If gay men want a child, it has to be planned. It seems like if a man gets that far in the steps, he'd probably do what it takes to be a good father... That thought became our very first short story. And from there, it became a book....that no one has ever seen. They are the Alexander's. When we first thought about writing, we thought that's what we would write. Kindle Alexander was the daughter of two gay men. I dont think I've shared that story before. 

9) What is the biggest misconception about you?

    We've been accused of buying reviews. We've never, ever done anything like that - ever. First, it's morally wrong to dupe the reader by putting up fake reviews (either good or bad ones) and second, it's a stupid way for any author to spend their promotional dollars.  

10) How have you survived in such a cut throat industry and what's the key to your longevity?

    I'm not sure we have longevity yet, but the key is to find mentors. For us, people like Sara York, Nicole Edwards, Lauren Blakley - they all help keep us from being too overwhelmed. We werent prepared for the extent of how cut throat this industry can be - it's a little much. Those three have definitely saved the day on more than one occasion. The other equally important mentors have come from bloggers. You guys are amazing. You know everything. Keep everything quiet, yet lend that hand when needed. 

11) Being a gay man who reads lots of M/M novels, I have noticed that you completely get the gay sex scenes, spot on. How do you research this to make sure that your true to the gay life and sex scenes?   

    Are you lying? Do we really? DONT LIE PAUL BERRY!

12) What do you want to be remembered for most?

    I'm afraid its the one thing that people dont see. That sucks. 

13) Do you have a Philosophy by which you live?

    Laughter is the best medicine. When your down, seek laughter - it will heal your heart. And chocolate. 

14) What advice would you give to someone whose trying to start out writing in this genre?

    Find a solid mentor that you believe in them as people, as well as their writing. That's critical. It sucks to find out your mentor and favorite author sucks as a person. 

15) I have heard and seen personally that you are amazing to your readers/fans! What do they mean to you?

    For me, I dont have fans. That's odd and weird for me to consider having fans. For me, I have friends. These friendships mean everything to me. I cant stress that enough. I've met incredibly great readers. I love that part. I'm a reader. Even the most basic conversations end up with us trading story ideas. This number 15 question is honestly one of the top reasons we do this. Its great fun to meet people who read what you read. You and I have talked about this. I've never met you, Paul Berry, but you're incredibly important to me and dear to my heart. 
 
16) What is your favourite curse word?

    Dang... My writing partner throws out the F-bomb about every other word.

17) What was the last book you read and your thoughts on it?

    Julie James and wait before you roll your eyes. She has a gay character that I understand might being getting a story. That caused me to go back in history and find him. Now she needs to write that story. I've got Nicola Haken's new book loaded. I've got Piper Kay's new book loaded. Both I'm excited about. And Sara York's new series will be awesome. I was chatting with her and she said she was writing another in her Colorado series. OMG! I didnt fangirl right there, but I need to offer to BETA read for her... 

18) When was the last time you told someone you love them and to whom and why?

    My husband, like 5 minutes ago, because he said it first and its the right thing to do.... And I kissed him on the lips. Ewww, girl/boy kisses. Who wants to see that? 

19) If you could come back as any animal or mammal, what would it be and why?

    I want to come back as Kitt Kelly's horse - Hooch. I think that animals gonna have a really good life. 

20) Lastly, any hints on your next book that you might be working on?
    Mitch is bad, Paul Berry. I've never experienced anything like him. He's taken way long to write. He wont stop moving around, changing ideas. He's bad. 

Paul, thank you for letting me be here today. I love you. I'm so glad you are doing so well with this awesome site. You deserve the best. Thank you.  <3!

PS: Paul! Texas Pride got 3rd place in Romance, 3rd place in Gay fiction and The Current Between Us got 1st! place in Gay Fiction from the Elit awards!

(Paul) that is amazing news but I am not surprised Kindle as they are amazing READS!!!!!

ALWAYS
Kindle Alexander
Released: March 11, 2014

AMAZON / AMAZON CA / AMAZON UK /

Double Full
Kindle Alexander
Released: October 6, 2013

AMAZON / AMAZON CA / AMAZON UK /

Texas Pride
Kindle Alexander
Released: March 15, 2013

AMAZON / AMAZON CA / AMAZON UK /

The Current Between Us
Kindle Alexander
Released: June 15, 2013

AMAZON / AMAZON CA / AMAZON UK /

Up In Arms
Kindle Alexander
Released: September 24, 2012

AMAZON / AMAZON CA / AMAZON UK /

About Me Best Selling, and newly award winning (whooo hooo!) Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next! Happily married with too many children, and dogs, living in the suburbs of Dallas.

Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. it never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to meet my writing partner. I would have never gotten through those dark days without her unwavering support and guidance. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. For the first time I used the hand offered. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her. It takes a special person to come stand beside someone at a time like that. I will love her forever. I could go on and on about both of them, but I won’t and now you know a little more About Me.

www.kindlealexander.com

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