Taming Ryder by Nicola Haken Release Day Event and Giveaway!!! September 29, 2014

9/27/2014

Book Title: Taming Ryder (Souls of the Knight, #2) Author: Nicola Haken Genre: M/M Romance Release Date: September 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

You met Ryder Richardson in Being Sawyer Knight. Now, this is his story. I’ve done it. I’ve stuck a whopping two fingers up at my parents, I’ve made a name for myself as one of the world’s biggest porn stars and I’ve finally found a family I belong in. Life is amazing. I get paid to do all my favourite things. Fuck. Party. Travel the world. What’s not to love? And then he comes along. Mason George – Back Door Studio’s newest exclusive model and the guy who has the potential to either fuck it all up, or take me on the best ride of my life. ~ Ryder I’m desperate. I’ve got nothing and nobody left. Entering the daunting world of adult entertainment is less of a dream and more of a necessity. Signing as Back Door Studio’s latest model has the ability to either ruin or make me, but I made a vow at my first audition never to let myself regret it. I continue to question myself each day, but no amount of what’s, why’s or what ifs will change where I am or where I’m heading. Am I strong enough to do this? To embrace it? To enjoy it? I have no idea. The only thing I’m certain of, is that if anyone can teach me who I’m supposed to be, it’s Ryder Richardson. ~ Mason “Because the most exciting things in life always happen via the back door”

Author of the New Adult/Contemporary novels Missing Pieces, Saving Amy and the Take My Hand series, and m/m erotic romance Souls of the Knight series.

I live in Rochdale, England with my wonderful family and when I'm not playing with my imaginary friends I can usually be found looking after my four adorable (sometimes!) children (six if you include the dogs, seven if you include the hubby!) or stalking gay porn stars! All in all I'm just an ordinary mum with an addiction to reading about hot book guys, writing about hot book guys, tattoos and Pepsi Max! Oh, and if my kids ever ask... I moonlight as the Pink Power Ranger ;-)

“Perfect! You’re getting into the spirit faster than I thought you would.” “Why’d you say that?” “I just get the feeling this isn’t your first choice sometimes. The porn I mean.” Mason’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated my words. “Maybe it’s not. But I chose this, and as with every other job I’ve ever had I will give it my everything. To say I’m doing this because I’ve no other choice, like I’m being forced into it or only doing it because I’m desperate is disrespectful to both the industry and to me.” “Hey, that’s not what I meant,” I said genuinely, worried I’d offended him. “Oh I know you didn’t. I just wanted to put it out there, that’s all. I don’t know many people, but of those I do I know they’ll judge me for this when they find out. Too many people assume going into this industry means we’re either damaged, desperate or fucking whores who deserve to be seen as nothing more than a walking fuck hole.” “Well fuck ‘em. Anyone who doesn’t see you for who you are isn’t worth knowing. We’re all in it for different reasons, and those reasons are no one else’s goddamn business. It’s just a job. A fucking great job, but still a job nonetheless.” “You really think it’s a great job?” “Sure I do! I love sex, and I get to fuck hot guys for a living. Who wouldn’t love that?” “But it’s different, no? I know I’ve only done one scene, but it’s a whole different ballgame than when you’re intimate with someone.” “I don’t do intimacy, so I wouldn’t know.” “So, you’ve never had a relationship?” “No. Not something I’m looking for.” “You don’t think it’d work? Being in porn?” “It’s got nothing to do with the porn. A few of the guys are in relationships. Gio’s been with his guy almost a year and they’re still going strong. It’s just not something I want, regardless of the career I’ve chosen.” “You must get lonely though. We all do. Don’t you hope to find someone you can just… I don’t know, share things with one day? Be there for you?” “No,” I said curtly, hoping my tone would be enough to stop him probing further.

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Pumping Iron by Nya Rawlyns Blog Tour: Guest Post, 4 Star Review, Excerpt & 2 Giveaways!!!

9/25/2014

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Pumping Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novel-Book 2)
by Nya Rawlyns
GENRE: gay romance, gay romantic comedy, contemporary M/M romance

What does it take to bring a slow simmer to a rolling boil?

Sean Rourke is hiding in plain sight as a Bad Boyfriends A-list escort, hoping to dodge the bullet from a few career missteps.

Mike Douglas’ financial backing and very special negotiating skills have him partnering not-so-silently at Bad Boyfriends, as well as running a training center for athletes and gym rats.

Eying each other at a distance is all they’ve allowed themselves until a joint special project at a seaside retreat in the Hamptons, entertaining a wily Boston attorney, shows them exactly how well they fit together, in more ways than simply business as usual.

Thanks for having me today! It’s my pleasure to present my newest addition to the Bad Boyfriends series: Pumping Iron. From the shadowy world of high-end male escort services to the hot, sweaty, hard bodies in the gym, two men with very different skill sets are forced to co-operate in keeping a mutual client out of sight and out of mind.

Sean Rourke is Bad Boyfriends’ A-list talent, the go-to guy when arm candy won’t do. Sean’s a looker and he’s caught the eye of Mike Douglas, the escort service’s silent partner, enforcer and financial backer. He is also trainer-to-the-stars, something that suits his military demeanor and fierce countenance.

They’ve danced around their attraction for each other for months, but when a project arises requiring both their very special talents, the close proximity of sharing a beach house at the Hamptons seems like the perfect opportunity to go beyond business as usual.

Except for one little thing … an interfering client who likes to watch.

Sequestered at a beach house in the Hamptons, charged with keeping Lovett Junior occupied while his law firm does damage control over Junior’s peccadillos, Mike and Sean find it difficult to grab some private time.

Junior’s little secret was that of all the splendid things one could do with one’s time, watching young men fucking each other, in the flesh, was the ultimate viewing experience, and the only way Junior had a chance of coming. It was hit or miss, the coming part, but the watching for pleasure apparently hit the spot all the time.

If he had even the remotest clue we were going at it hot and heavy, he was going to guilt us into letting him voyeur his way into my checking account. My take on ten large per diem wasn’t insubstantial, and there was the added bonus for keeping him happy and off Boston’s upscale, high end streets until Monday earliest.

It wasn’t going to buy me financial independence but it feathered a nest in desperate need of new options, including paying off a debt that had driven me to Bad Boyfriends in the first place, hocking my cock and acting abilities while hiding in plain sight.

My mini-meltdown had taught me one thing: I could act my way out of a paper bag but that didn’t make me a good card player.

“You done?” Mike was standing, cock at full alert, arms crossed. It was a good look on him. It would look even better with me hammering his ass until he cried uncle, something I suspected wouldn’t happen all that easily.

“Don’t say it.” He smirked. He was thinking it … I think too much. Apropos of nothing, I observed, “We’re naked. How do you propose to do this?”

He pulled me off the bed and dragged my bare assed carcass to the door, opened it and pointed through the wall of trees.

“What the hell am I looking at?”

“Stairs to the upper deck.”

He tiptoed along the sandy path, his junk bobbing with the exaggerated movements. Putting a finger to his lips, he shushed me, then made a dash across the open space to the near side of the house and an attached ladder leading up to the second floor deck. He was up and over the railing before I’d even taken the first step. Not sure if I was supposed to wait while he secured the booty, or follow him and Tarzan my way up the ladder, I hesitated. He waved me to come up and join him.

Cottage. Single bed. Jerking off alone. Or king-sized bed, high thread count, condom and me buried deep into nirvana fucking a man I might be falling in love with? No contest. I dashed, I climbed, I conquered.

Giggling like schoolgirls, we barged through the patio door, with Mike sprinting to the bathroom. When he came out, I was sprawled on the bed, wallowing in comfort, stroking myself because it fucking hurt not to. He tossed a wrapper to me. It landed on my belly. I ignored it, liking the look in his eyes as he watched, eyes so filled with lust it damn near derailed me.

Taking pity, I said, “Lie down. I want to see your face when you come,” and made room on the bed while tearing at the wrapper and making quick work of rolling the damn condom on. I almost came right then and there. From the grimace on Mike’s face, he was so close it was clear this first one was going to be a quickie, for both of us.

He tossed the lube and drew his knees up, exposing himself to my tender ministrations, my finger easing in carefully. If it had been a while, he needed prep and not me going in like a battering ram, though everything inside my gut screamed for me to do just that.

You’re a professional, Rourke. You can control yourself. Do it right. Do it slow.

Mike hissed, “That’s enough. Just fucking do it already.” So I did, inch by slow inch and when he groaned, “Oh, fucking hell, Sean, fuck that’s good,” I moved, moved in the hot channel, lava hot with him clenching my cock tight, so tight I near exploded at the sensation.

Stretching his legs back, bending him almost in two, I watched his face, his eyes rolling back, felt him tense. And from the corner of my eye I caught Junior staring through the glass panel, drooling.

I rasped, trying to catch my breath, “He’s watching.”

Mike clenched his teeth, wadded the twelve hundred thread count Egyptian cotton in his bear paws, and bellowed, “Then give him his fucking money’s worth.”

So I did.

GMR-4 Stars

Pumping Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novel) by Nya Rawlyns!

Sean Rourke is working as a Bad Boyfriends escort and trying to survive in his new career. Mike Douglas is running a training center for athletes and gym hotties and he is also the silent but not so silent partner of Bad Boyfriends. These two men have been looking at each other but from a distance and building the sexual and emotional connection.

While away in Hamptons to keep a lawyer from getting into trouble and trying to avoid the guys advances they are finding their attraction to each other to hard to exist. The hot sex and I mean hot sex between Sean and Mike is explosive but turns out to be much more of an emotional connection than they anticipated.

I truly enjoyed the hot and steamy chemistry between Sean and Mike and I loved how they unknowingly became so emotionally connected as that was so much fun to read. I was so happy when Mike offered Sean a desk job to get him out of the escort business. The drama truly starts when their pasts comes back to haunt them and creates some violent situations that these men have to overcome in order to survive and be with each other. I enjoyed the writing styles of this author and look forward to reading her other works.
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Nya Rawlyns
Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what's in your soul.

It's the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true.

Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She writes M/M erotic romance because her good friends deserve to have their amazing stories told.
She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science.
When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.

Websites: Love's Last Refuge - Romancing Words - The Men of Crow Creek
Social Media/Books: Twitter - About Me - ARe/OmniLit -Facebook

Her published works include:(Bad Boyfriends)
Curling Iron - Pumping Iron(Crow Creek)Ash & Oak - Pulling Leather - Strapping Ash
Sorting Will - Flankman(The Strigoi Chronicles)
Penance - Fane - Michel - Dreu
(Hunger Hurts)
Acid Jazz Singer
(Blood Haven)Cajun GothicSeasonal:
The Christmas Toast - The Valentine ToastStand Alone:
The Guardians of the Portals
The Wrong Side of Right - Good Boy BadSkin - The Shadow of This World
Sculpting David - Hunters CrossingDance Macabre (short story)Finish Line (novella)

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Salty Aftertaste (Anniversary Edition) by Jason Lloyd! Blitz Tour and Giveaway!!!

9/22/2014

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Boys, beaches and bad decisions…

In this nonfiction tale, Jason and his hilarious and crude motley cast of friends leave their mundane suburban jungles and flock to the mecca that is Rehoboth Beach, Delaware for vacation. They are in search of a little rest and relaxation; aka beach, bars and boys, lots of hot boys.

Jason is just looking for a little attention. He just wants to feel wanted, and a little summer passion would not hurt either. Jason is the self-proclaimed hopeless romantic of the group. Will he find his summer love or is romance really scarce?

Kevin is the complete opposite of Jason. He feels that romance is only alive in stories. Kevin's love for a teenage drama goes too far, and his obsession turns into more than he expected. Did Kevin finally stumble upon some romance or does his fascination finally get the better of him?

Bobby is looking for a connection. Any kind of connection. He meets a new guy every night and shares his bed with him. What is really going on behind Bobby's bedroom door? Will he ever be able to fill this insatiable void for closeness?

Benjamin sneaks out every night. He disappears into the night and reemerges the next morning as if nothing had happened. He is quiet about his extracurricular activities. Where does Benjamin go? What is he doing?

In this beach oasis, where there is an endless sea of sexy men with perfect bodies, will Jason and his friends actually find love or just one night stands? One thing is for certain, it is an epic vacation that none of them will forget.

The Tricks - A Look into Salty Aftertaste

Kevin and I always meet interesting people while on vacation. I documented most these encounters in my book Salty Aftertaste. There were three ladies at the restaurant who kept buying us margaritas, a very cute Mexican guy who was in love with me, an attractive older man who handed out business cards that read “Call me maybe?” and, of course, Tony.

Tony was the DJ at the bar we went to every night while on vacation. I found out after my book came out he had done a porno. I, of course, watched it. We’ll just call that research. Every so often, I’ll come across a naked picture of Tony online and it makes me wonder what he is up to, besides being naked online. Our time with him was brief but memorable.

Here’s a scene from Salty Aftertaste featuring Tony.

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We all stood up and followed John in. As he opened the door, a muscular shirtless Devan walked in followed by another guy I had seen at the bar the night before. Devan took his shirt out that was tucked into his waistband and put it on. Rosie studied every move he made. There were lust and determination in her eyes. She was getting it in tonight for sure.

Devan was obviously here for Rosie, but who was this other guy and why did he tag along? Do straight men need moral support when they hookup with pretty girls? Do they need that high five after a good pounding of punani?

“You boys remember Devan from the bar, this is Tony. Tony DJs at the Blue Moon,” John said. Tony smiled hello and nodded at us.

“I liked what you played tonight,” I said.

“I wished you would have played some Selena Gomez,” Kevin jeered.

Tony laughed, “I’ll remember next time.”

Tony was average height with very short dark hair and intense penetrating blue eyes. He had a “bad boy” appeal to him. I watched him as he took a big stretch with his arms. He stretched them up in the air over his head, and as his polo shirt rose a few inches above his short's waistband, I could tell he was in good shape. He had that delectable 'V' that runs from a man’s waist down to his pubic area. He had a tattoo on his stomach, and he knew what he was doing when he was stretching. It was the “look at me, look at me, I'm really hot” type stretch.

Tony saw me staring, and I quickly reverted my glance. “What’s your tattoo of?” I asked. He already caught me looking so what was the point pretending I was not.

“This one is a coy fish.” Tony lifted his shirt up. “But I have others see.” Tony pulled the collar down from his polo shirt to reveal a script tattoo that reads, “Never Back Down.”

“Oh cool,” I blushed a little.

“Yeah, I have a lot. There’s a brass knuckle on my chest,” Tony said as he lifted his shirt all the way up once more with one hand. “And it says, Brutal above my cock.” Tony pulled his waistband down with the other hand to reveal the tattoo in his well-groomed pubic area.

“Oh wow!” At this point, I must have been a deep shade of crimson.

After only twenty-minutes of pleasantries, (Tony showing us the remainder of his tattoos) Devan and Rosie disappeared upstairs to be alone. Devan was extremely gorgeous. The dimly lit bar did not do him justice. He had a nice body, model face and beautiful eyes. I can just imagine how much tail he gets from willing fag hags. Part of me wished I had a vagina or at least could borrow one for a night with him.

While they ran off to get off, John, Aaron, Tony, Kevin, and I stayed in the kitchen drinking our drinks and just talking. Tony was a show off kind of guy. It was obvious from his “show and tell” tattoo sharing. He was showing us modeling pictures he had taken by a photographer that he saved on his phone. Aaron was swiping through the pictures with his finger as the rest of us looked over his shoulders.

“Don't go um, too far. There's some on there that shouldn't be seen.” Tony said.

Aaron, of course, hearing this picked up the pace in his swiping! Then there it was, a completely naked Tony. Followed by just cock shots he had taken with his phone. Do all gay men have cock shots on their phone? Is this something every gay man does? Exhibitionism is so early 2000’s.

Tony just grinned at us, after all, he wanted us to find them, or else he would not have handed us his phone and state there were naughty pictures on it. You could tell he was proud of his unit as he should have been. His penis was a decent size, very thick with a large vein that ran down it. I am sure he gets a lot of gay ass.

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Jason Lloyd is the author of hilarious m/m romance featuring an array of interesting characters. Salty Aftertaste (Ginge Publishing, 2013) was his first creative non-fiction novel. It reached Smashwords Top Best Seller list in Gay & Lesbian Fiction and was the #5 best seller in the New Adult genre on All Romance eBooks (ARe).

His second book, Queer Dirty Laundry (Ginge Publishing, 2014), is a creative non-fiction novella and is based on his popular blog by the same name. In 2011, QueerDirtyLaundry.com was nominated for The Best of Gay Philadelphia under Best Gay Website/Blog. Jason’s blog was also in the top ten numerous times on Best Male Blogs.

Jason is currently working on an m/m romance and mystery/suspense fictional novelette series called Filthy Fibbers. Filthy Fibbers is centered on five friends and the scandalous secrets they keep. The book takes place in a small Pennsylvania town called New Hope.

Jason grew up in a small town in Bucks County, Pennsylvania outside of Philadelphia. A majority of his writing takes place in Eastern Pennsylvania including Philadelphia. He currently resides in a small town in Berks County, Pennsylvania.

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After The End by Sara York Cover Reveal and Giveaway!!!

9/10/2014

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Release Date 9-29-2014

The Book Description:

With international flights crisscrossing the skies on an hourly basis, are we ever really safe?

When a strain of the Ebola virus mutates; it spreads quickly leaving the medical community shattered. People are dropping in the streets and life, as most know it, comes to an end. Two city dweller survivors, Dean and William, are forced to flee the city and live in the wilderness—where dangers lurk behind every tree and in every valley. Not everyone alive after the end is good, and William and Dean are faced with challenges that would bring many to their knees.

The Author:

Writing is Sara York's life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can't help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning. Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun.

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Unraveling Chase (Book 4) by J.J. Scotts! 5 Star Review, Excerpt and Giveaway!!!

9/2/2014

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Unraveling Chase
The Chase Series-Book 4
J.J. Scotts
Release Date: August 25, 2014
GMR 5 Star Review

The Chase Series (Book Four)
*Warning: Mature content*

Liam Collins was finally getting comfortable with his job as the face of hermit-author Chase Preston. But when his curiosity gets the better of him, Liam is thrown into a dangerous situation. Through the ordeal, Liam realizes that deep down...he’s in love with Chase.

After Liam somehow manages to escape fatal danger, instead of having time to recover emotionally, he’s forced to come face to face with the fact that his father has passed away.

Will Liam’s journey home give him the courage to face Chase and prevent the same heavy regrets he holds for his father? Or will Liam’s internal turmoil change everything?

This is book four of a gay erotic romance novella series. Book one (Being Chase), book two (Following Chase), and book three (With Chase) have already been released.

Unraveling Chase-The Chaser Series book 4 by J.J. Scotts! I recommend this series to be read in order to fully understand and appreciate the characters and their stories!

Liam was getting to a place of comfort at his job as the face of author Chase Preston. Now he is thrown into a very dangerous situation as his noisiness and curiosity totally gets the better of him. Liam now knows after everything he has been through with Chase that he is completely in love with his boss. Liam some how manages to escape the danger he was in and now has to deal with the fact his father has passed away. He had a very difficult relationship with his father to say the very least and now he has to deal with all those emotions. Will Liam be able to handle his emotions of being home again and the strength to deal with his feelings for Chase?

Where we left off from in the last book (With Chase) was Liam's father has died and that catapults him into a journey of emotions that he wasn't ready for. Liam had to leave his family or basically being cut off from them as they wouldn't accept his homosexuality. He made up with his mom but his father passed away before he had the chance to make things right with him. What I absolutely loved was how Liam came to the decision that he actually is madly in love with the complicated Chase after he has gone home as it makes things so much clearer for him. What I loved even though it was very hard and emotional to read is how Chase come to get his scars and more info about his childhood that explains a lot about who he is.

I truly loved this fourth book in the series as the author has developed these characters so beautifully. We learn so much about Chase that explains how he has become the person he is and your heart will so go out for Chase. We have waited so long for these two men to finally admit their love for one another. The author writes these scenes so brilliantly and her sex/love scenes are so emotionally powerful that she actually takes my breathe away. How she writes about these men and the other so fascinating characters is simply some amazing writing. She builds such a high sexual intensity between Liam and Chase that I for one can't get enough of them and her brilliant writing. I highly and I mean highly recommend this beautiful story....Unraveling Chase-book 4 in The Chase Series by J.J. Scotts to everyone who loves reading about pure love, beautiful and hot men, amazing characters, drama and a high intense love story!!!!

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I threw open the door to my room, tossed my bag through the open doorway, closed the door, and briskly walked down the hallway. The walk down the hall took both milliseconds and hours, my nerves jangling with every step, and my stomach flipping with excitement.

I could feel my heart beating through my chest as I stood in front of Chase’s door.

Don’t hesitate. Tell the truth and be understanding. I took a deep breath and knocked loudly, my hands shaking slightly with apprehension. My heart was already racing, and I could hear shuffling behind the door, but nothing else. There was more than a good chance that Chase was deep in his work, but I really couldn’t wait any longer.

“Chase?” I called, knocking again, a little harder this time. “It’s Liam.”

The silence was deafening. There wasn’t even the sound of shuffling.

“Chase?” I called louder as I rapped on the door. He had to have heard me at that point.

The continued silence was making me nervous as hell. Was he really too busy to see me? Was he waiting for me to go away? If he was working, I would’ve been able to hear at least something through the door. The quiet was strange and eerie.

Screw it. It was now or never. I put out my hand and turned the doorknob. I jolted slightly, both surprised and glad that the door wasn’t locked from the inside. I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door.

“Whoa!” I jumped back instinctively, alarmed at seeing Chase’s face less than a foot away from mine.

Rather than sitting at his desk working, he’d been standing right by the door. He recoiled slightly, likely shocked that I’d opened the door and yelled in surprise at seeing him.

Had he been waiting there?

That beautifully cruel, sarcastic mouth curved upwards. He was about to speak when I cut him off. I couldn’t wait.

“I love you.”

As the words left my mouth, I suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious. Why did I think it was such a good idea to spring it on him? What if he reacted badly? I was so set on doing this confession that I didn’t even hesitate. I didn’t even allow any buildup or anything. I just went and let the cat out of the bag.

I’d promised myself that I wasn’t going to handle this like my coming-out talk with my parents and already I’d started exactly the same way: blurting out the key line without even making an effort to candy coat it or sound more diplomatic. On the other hand, I’d also promised myself that I was going to be honest about my feelings…so maybe that balanced things out.

I studied Chase’s face, trying to get a feel for his reaction and his feelings. At first, he still had that little look of surprise, which was to be expected, but when he noticed me studying him, his features were quickly rearranged into a different look.

A look of…hurt? Confusion maybe?

Shit. I had to say something – do something. I took another deep breath. Now it felt like my heart had stopped altogether. Icy water ran through my veins and my knees were barely holding me up. I swallowed, trying to get the strength to speak, and then cleared my throat. I knew that I needed to be understanding, and I didn’t want to pressure Chase into giving a response when he wasn’t ready. I definitely wanted him to think about his feelings towards me.

I bit my tongue, not speaking – giving my words just a few more seconds to sink in before I broke the silence. Cold, shaking, agonizing seconds, but I had to wait it out. I wanted him to know I was serious. “I –” I started, but was quickly interrupted.

“You love me?” Chase cut in.

He looked…forlorn. I wasn’t sure what to make of the expression, but I wanted to answer him.

I took a step forward and raised my hands so that they caressed the sides of his face and firmly pulled his mouth to mine. Softly and gently I pressed my lips to his and he responded by letting his tongue flicker across the sensitive skin of my upper lip, then my lower.

Then, in one swift movement, Chase put his arms on my shoulders and pulled me into the room, slamming the door closed behind him. I leaned back against the wall, and he deepened the kiss, pressing himself against me.

The feeling of his body against mine, the citrus scent of him, and the sweet taste of his mouth, sent blood spiraling down to my groin. I was thankful for the wall to lean on because my legs alone wouldn’t have been able to hold me.

He groaned into my mouth, running his hands down my sides and sending goose bumps prickling over my skin. When he reached my hips he pulled them towards him so that I could feel the growing pressure of his erection pulsing against mine.

Now that I knew how I felt about Chase, my emotions made me about ready to explode right then, but I wanted this to be slow and beautiful, so I pushed him a little away from me. His eyes clouded, but then he nodded in understanding as my fingers began to unbutton his shirt. I dropped a kiss on his collarbone as the first button came undone, and then looked up into his eyes, seeing the dark passion glowing behind them as the second, third, fourth and fifth buttons gave way to my fingers and I could run my hands unimpeded over the smooth warmth of his chest.

His mouth curled at the corners, no longer looking dangerous or sarcastic; his lips were flushed with lust. His smile turned into a grin as he reached down and pulled my shirt up and over my head in one hungry movement.

“I can’t be patient around you,” he growled softly.

J.J. Scotts began writing fiction as a hobby during college. She loves writing romance stories and has taken an interest in writing m/m romance.

Other than writing and having a rather dull job, J.J. likes to go hiking and rock climbing. She lives happily with her loving husband, friendly dogs, and lazy cat in sunny California.

Visit her FB page at: www.facebook.com/jjscotts
Or email her at: jjscottsbx@gmail.com
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Dominus by J.P Kenwood! 4.5 Star Review, Excerpt and Giveaway!!!

8/21/2014

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Dominvs
Historical Fiction
JP Kenwood
Released: April 21, 2014
GMR 4.5 Star Review

In AD 107, after a grueling campaign against Rome’s fierce enemy, the kingdom of Dacia, Gaius Fabius returns home in triumph. With the bloody battles over, the commander of the Lucky IV Legion now craves life’s simple pleasures: leisurely soaks in fragrant baths, over-flowing cups of wine, and a long holiday at his seaside villa to savor his pleasure slaves. On a whim, he purchases a spirited young Dacian captive and unwittingly sparks a fresh outbreak of the Dacian war; an intimate struggle between two sworn enemies with love and honor at stake.

Allerix survived the wars against Rome, but now he is a slave rather than a victor. Worse, the handsome general who led the destruction of his people now commands his body. When escape appears impossible, Alle struggles to find a way to preserve his dignity and exact vengeance upon the savage Romans. Revenge will be his, that is, if he doesn’t lose his heart to his lusty Roman master.

Dominus is a plot-packed erotic fantasy that transports readers back to ancient Rome during the reign of the Emperor Trajan. This is the first book in an alternate history series—a tumultuous journey filled with forbidden love, humor, sex, friendship, political intrigue, deception and murder.

Dominus by J.P Kenwood is a historical novel set in Ancient Rome during the reign of the Emperor Trajan!

Gaius Fabius returns home in triumph from the kingdom of Dacia in the year AD 107! The commander of The Lucky IV Legion, he now craves the simple pleasures of life. He purchases the very wild and young Dacian slave but not knowing by doing this he sparked an all out war. Allerix survives the war against Rome but is now a slave and not free as he would have thought. The beautiful and strong general who has destroyed his people, now owns him and controls his body. Allerix knows that an escape is not possible so he does what is needed to survive and seek revenge on the Romans. Revenge is what he desires most but what happens when he looses his heart and body to the Roman captor?

The novel opens at an archeological site in the modern day Rome with a huge mystery that has been revealed and will transport you back in time. I completely love this genre of the Roman days and add in gay sex with Romans and slaves and I am in heaven. I was instantly glued to every brilliant and beautifully written word in this great novel. What can I say about the lead, Gaius Fabius, first of all, what a cool name that is as quite a few Roman leaders occupied that sexy name and it so fits this character. I loved reading about how he handled himself and was the very hot master to his slaves. The way he had to conquer Allerix and that young spoiled kid did not make it easy on Gaius by any means but it was hot and steamy. I adored the sensuous relationship that these men shared as back then it was very normal for the masters to have sex with their slaves and no age limits by any means either. Gaius and Allerix are just getting started with their hot romance and I for one can't wait for the author to continue their beautiful story.

I simply was amazed at how much the author got correct according to the lifestyles of the Romans and through her writing, I felt I was living in this time and that represents a great book and talented author. JP Kenwood keeps this story moving at a great pace and leaves you wanting more and more of the two hot men and their story. I recommend this novel Dominus by J.P. Kenwood for anyone who loves reading about gay romance, historical characters and stories, murder, intrigue and high energy sexual connection with a twist of love and desire!!!

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Gnaeus Decius’s estate on the Quirinal Hill, Rome

“Ever seen anything as bloody tasteless as that?” Gaius tipped his chin at the extravagant structure before them as he poked Max in the side with his elbow.

They walked closer towards Gnaeus Decius’s garish auction pavilion and Max’s dark brown eyes widened. In front of the round building, a circle of naked cupids holding their tiny stone dicks pissed streams of pink-colored water into a basin beneath a large statue of Pan fucking a she-goat. From the roof, strings of bronze and silver breast-shaped shields twirled in the breeze and, up above, gilded roof tiles shimmered bright in the sunlight. Gossamer peacock blue curtains, suspended from gigantic erect phallus hooks, gently billowed between slender green and purple marble columns.

“It’s quite—well, colorful, sir.”

“Unfortunately, it seems nitwit Decius spared no expense on this monstrosity.”

A boisterous uproar of laughing and shouting erupted from behind the fluttering translucent curtains.

Clang!

That sound was the unmistakable clash of bronze cymbals. Another body had been sold to the highest bidder.

As they approached the main entrance, an armed guard with short grey hair saluted.

“Welcome, Commander Fabius. Your host will be most pleased that you’ve arrived. Surrender your weapons, if you would.”

“My weapons? This is a new development.”

“I’m afraid so, Commander.” The guard gulped. “After that regrettable incident at Lord Hostilius’s auction last month, Lord Decius feels the need to—well, to take precautions, sir.”

With a shrug, Gaius slipped his hand through the loose armhole of his tunic and drew out his dagger. He’d heard that some old fart had been stuck like a pig over an auction dispute. The bastard probably deserved it. Decius was prudent to ensure that sort of mayhem never happened at one of his exclusive events. Carefully, he handed over his ornate ivory-handle knife.

“Don’t misplace my property. I’ve carried this blade for many years. It has sentimental value. Right, Maximus?”

Max lowered his eyes and smiled sheepishly. “Yes it does, sir.”

“Thank you for your cooperation, Lord Commander. Please, this way.” The guard held back the indigo entrance curtain and motioned them inside.

Despite the early afternoon breezes that blew in through the sheer fabrics, the interior of the circular auction hall was oppressively humid. As Max pulled at the collar of his tunic, Gaius scanned the crowd of aristocrats from their discreet spot just inside the entrance. They weren’t alone for long.

“Gaius Fabius! Welcome to my humble hovel, Lord Commander!”

“Greetings, Gnaeus Decius.”

“The esteemed members of our Lord Emperor’s court are most welcome at my private events.” Decius wiped away the sweat drops soaking his fleshy upper lip. “Today’s merchandise is particularly choice, if I may say so. I do hope, my Lord, that you won’t go home empty handed.”

Gaius looked over the portly man’s shoulder. “Excuse me, Decius, but I’m seeking out an associate of mine.”

“Of course, but do enjoy yourself, Lord Fabius. And please give my most warm greetings to our Lord Emperor.” Decius bowed and wandered off, no doubt to ingratiate himself with another visitor.

Gaius grumbled out of the side of his mouth to Max. “That man is a fucking pompous bore, but his auctions are usually worth the effort.”

The stifling space was filled to capacity with aristocrats and their servants of all shapes and sizes. All of the men appeared relaxed and jovial. The anticipation of taking home fresh flesh to fuck, enhanced by Decius’s generous supply of fine Falerian wine, had put all the guests in jolly good moods.

“Over there!” As he pointed, Gaius’s pressed lips melted into a sly smile and his eyes crinkled with delight. He’d found who he was looking for. Despite the crowds, it wasn’t too difficult to spot the distinctive profile of Lucius Petronius Celsus. Towering over a group of men, the tall brunet appeared to be entertaining his companions with one of his absurd vulgar jokes. Gaius had heard every one of them, many times.

“Come, Maximus!” Gaius forged a path through the exuberant mob. Although they were frequently slowed by a pat on the shoulder from this or that fellow, he ensured that they never lost momentum. He’d seen Lucius Petronius just a few days earlier, but he’d barely had an opportunity to touch his handsome lover, let alone fuck him.

From the elevated auction stage, an olive-skinned auctioneer hollered above the clamor. Aristocrats paused their conversations and turned to assess a naked blond boy standing on the platform, his eyes downcast and his thin arms folded neatly behind his back. A wooden placard touting his attributes dangled from a cord tied around his slender neck. Gaius stopped to scrutinize the scrawny thing.

Max asked, “Should I get more information about that one, sir?”

“Don’t be daft. It’s too skinny and too young. And besides, I already own a blond faun. Nicomedes might be an impetuous imp, but he’s my blond imp.” Gaius scoffed with a smirk. “Lord Petronius has something particular in mind for my consideration. Not that I expect to purchase a damn thing here, but what’s the harm in humoring our dear solicitor?”

“Gaius! Over here!” Lucius Petronius frantically waved his burly arm like an overeager schoolboy. Sharply dressed in his formal senatorial garb, his muscular frame cut a path through the pack. His light blue eyes sparkled with desire as he hurried forward and wrapped his long arms around Gaius’s torso, hugging him a bit longer than was wise in such a public venue. Clearly Luc had imbibed a tad too much of Decius’s wine.

“Let go of me, you colossal twit.” Gaius chuckled, as he pushed Lucius back a step. They had to be careful. People were watching.

“You made it here in time.” Luc cooed.

“I promised you that I’d be here, and here I am.”

Lucius curled his large hand around his lover’s solid bicep, and pulled Gaius towards a spot to the left of the auction dais. “I arrived early to claim a prime couch for us. We’ll have a clear view of the sale, and a sneak peek at the naked lovelies waiting by the side of the stage. You are here just in bloody time!” He slurred, far too loud.

“In time for what?”

“For the scrumptious delight that I mentioned; you haven’t forgotten, have you? You’ll be interested. I’m quite sure of it.”

Gaius leaned in and whispered seductively, “I’m interested in fucking you, Luc.”

“You’re coming to dinner tonight,” Lucius answered brusquely. Then he moved closer and spoke very softly into Gaius’s right ear. “Listen, gorgeous. Aurelia and Petronia will leave today to visit Aurelia’s cousin. I swear that we’ll have the house to ourselves this time. I’ve told Euphronia to prepare something decadent, with ladles of creamy sauce that I intend to lick off of your—everything.” Luc stuck out the pink tip of his tongue and wiggled it. “Now lie down and let’s enjoy the festivities. It shouldn’t be long before the fetching thing is offered up.”

Both men stretched out along the adjacent cushions, face-to-face and raised on their elbows, as Decius’s scantily clad servants brought over drinks and tasty tidbits. Max stood behind the couch, ready to attend to his patron’s every whim.

The clang of the cymbals rang out to announce that the blond boy’s bum had a new home.

Scooting closer to each other, the lovers watched the stage being cleared, as the dealer’s assistants prepared the next item.

“So, Lord Petronius. Tell me more about this exceptional opportunity.”

“A dark-haired provincial delicacy. Or so I’m told. I ran into Decius on my way to the courts and he raved about this new acquisition for his auction. He drooled, actually, the disgusting pig.”

“Dark-haired? As dark as yours?”

“Darker. Pitch-black locks, Gaius. You don’t have one of those, do you? Decius, the dolt that he is, thought that I’d be interested. Shit, he even offered early purchase rights to me. Me, of all bloody people! The foolish prat doesn’t know his own greased paw from a courtesan’s stained lips.” Lucius collapsed into cackles. His strong, sculpted features still managed to look spectacularly handsome.

“Then it’s a girl?”

Luc slapped his friend’s shoulder. “Of course it’s a girl! You, my dear Gaius, have enough fuck boys for both of us. Well, that’s debatable, I suppose. Anyway, your exquisite bitch, Callidora, is getting long in the tooth. You need a fresh serving of twat, my dear.”

“So now you’re deciding where I’ll dine, and what I’ll fuck? How highly considerate of you.” Gaius clenched his jaw. Lucius Petronius could be such a bossy bastard—sexy, but pushy. Always the lawyer.

Sipping his wine, Lucius flashed a coy smile. As he opened his mouth to respond to Gaius’s quip, the auctioneer’s voice bellowed through the space.

“Gentlemen, may I direct your eyes to this nubile nymph!”

“Ah, that must be her! You have to confess that she’s fucking splendid, right?” Lucius crowed, and tossed back another gulp.

Peeling his eyes off his lover’s face, Gaius appraised the naked thing now on the auction block. A slender young girl of no more than fifteen, she sported shiny waves of black tresses that flowed down her back to her waist, and full breasts that were firm and pouty. Her skin was as creamy as milk and her features impossibly delicate. Deliberately, as if she’d been instructed, she lifted her wide blue eyes and smiled in the direction of their couch.

And that was when another creature standing off to the side of the auctioneer’s platform caught Gaius’s eye. Entranced, he only half-listened to Lucius drone on.

“Decius told me that she’s from hardy mountain stock. Good bones, sound and quick-witted. Look at that lovely smile. You’ll enjoy her for years.”

Gaius stared at the stage, his moist lips parted with desire. Lucius smirked when he noticed Gaius’s cock stiffen and tent the folds of his tunic.

“Send Maximus down to the dealer’s table. Gather her details and demand a private inspection.” Luc urged.

Gaius gnawed on his bottom lip but said nothing.

“Gaius?”

Finally, he muttered, “I’ve never seen anything that magnificent.”

“Ha! I knew you’d be pleased. Max, go speak with the auctioneer’s assistants about her attributes and report back to us—the attributes that Lord Fabius can’t already see, that is.”

“Commander?” Max asked.

“Hmm?”

“Should I get more details, Commander?”

Gaius snapped out of his trance and turned. “What?”

“That slave girl, sir? Should I inquire with the dealer?”

“For fuck’s sake, no! Max, come closer.” Max leaned down within range of his former master’s intoxicating lusty voice.

“Do you see that ebony-haired Adonis standing just off the stage?”

Max squinted, while Lucius furrowed his brow as he studied the silhouettes that stood in the dimly lit corridor on the side of the auction dais.

“The, um—the bearded one, sir?” Max responded, scratching his head.

“Yes, that one.” Gaius leaned forward and pointed. “Shit, look at it. What an exotic specimen. Not some damn run-of-the-mill Greek whore, that’s for sure. Go learn everything you can about it, Maximus. Quickly!”

As Max trotted off towards the stage, squirming his way through the crowd, Lucius began laughing, tears welling up in his eyes.

“You are joking, right?”

“Why?” Gaius snapped.

“A bloody bearded barbarian? Oh, Gaius—sometimes you are so predictable. I should have known, love.”

“He’s stunning, Luc. Look at those long, sinewy limbs and that exquisite voluptuous bum. It’s hard to say for sure from this distance, but his dark hair looks excessively coiffed, don’t you think? These crass dealers so often err on the fussy side in terms of presentation. But no matter, that can be easily fixed.”

Lucius rolled his eyes. “It’s drugged, Gaius. Look at the way it’s standing, bobbing and swaying back and forth. There’s no way to know its true nature when it’s stupefied on whatever concoction they forced down its throat.”

“That’ll wear off.”

“Yes, it will. And when it does, you, my friend, will have a wild savage on your hands.”

Gaius smiled, glancing sideways at his companion. “This one will require a firm hand.”

“I hadn’t realized you were looking for a project, darling.” Lucius groaned.

“It must be the will of the gods.”

“Now you’re a philosopher as well? Horseshit! Do not bring the gods into this. It’s the will of your insatiable cock, darling. A powerful force of the cosmos in its own right.”

Max reappeared, panting.

“What’s the report?” Gaius asked.

“It’s a Dacian, sir, recently captured by scouts during a reconnaissance mission along the mountain border.” Max stopped to catch his breath. “No known diseases or physical faults. The beast is heavily drugged, Commander.”

“Yes, I can see that. Anything else, Maximus?”

“They claim — well, the dealer alleges that it’s a virgin, sir.”

Smirking, Gaius turned to his companion.

“Inflating the value, you think?”

“Virginity always does cost extra coin.” Luc winked.

“Does he have an estimated price, Maximus?”

“Six—six hundred silver pieces, Commander.”

“Six fucking hundred denarii for an untrained Dacian? That’s bloody robbery.” Gaius turned to his friend. “Perhaps, as my loyal and devoted associate, you could negotiate a cheaper price for me, Lucius Petronius?”

“You really want that shaggy barbarian, don’t you?”

Turning to look towards the stage, Gaius leered at the alluring Dacian captive listing back and forth on his feet in the shadows.

“He’s already mine.”

When she doesn’t have her nose stuck in a dusty old history book, JP Kenwoodrelishes writing erotic m/m fiction. JP prefers plot-packed, sexy, and romantic tales that explore loyalty, trust, betrayal, and sacrifice. She is currently busy penning the second book in her alternate history series, Dominus. The second book—tentatively titled, “The Lion of the Lucky Fourth”—follows our auburn-haired bastard of a protagonist, Gaius Fabius, and his gaggle of clients and pleasure slaves as they travel to Rome for love, laughs, and vengeance. JP has a terrible habit of posting preliminary drafts of chapters and snippets of her latest work to her online blog prior to publication. She loves to chat, so feel free to contact her through Facebook or Twitter.

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Boystown Season Two by Jake Biondi! 5 Star Review, Excerpt and Giveaway!!!

8/15/2014

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Boystown: Season Two
Jake Biondi
Release Date: July 7, 2014
GMR 5 Star Review

“As the others scrambled, two more gunshots were fired, echoing throughout the room. Blood splattered on the wall and floor as three bodies fell to the ground.” --BOYSTOWN Season One

In the aftermath of the warehouse shootings, lives are forever changed and relationships are forever altered. As the families of the victims work to put the horrific event behind them, they find themselves at the center of an even larger plan for revenge.

Ciancio twins Marco and Gino are as handsome as they are powerful -- and they arrive in Boystown with a scheme rooted in the bad history between the Ciancio and Mancini families.

At the same time, Keith Colgan seems hell-bent on getting back the boyfriend he believes was stolen from him, Ben Donovan continues with his plan for Jacqueline Morgan and her son Jesse, and a stranger from the past threatens the future.

It all leads up to a spectacular New Year’s Eve engagement party that no one will ever forget.

Welcome back to BOYSTOWN!

Boystown Season Two-Book 2 in the Boystown Series by Jake Biondi!

Lives and relationships are forever altered after the horrific warehouse shootings. The families of the victims are working to put this event behind them but now they have found themselves embroiled into a plan for revenge. The Ciancio Twins arrive in Boystown with a plan that involves the Ciancio and Mancini clan. Now Keith Colgan is going to do everything in his powers to get back the boyfriend he believes was stolen from him. Ben Donovan is working on his plan for Jacqueline and her son Jesse and if things weren't bad enough a stranger shows up to ruin things. Everything will come crashing down at the New Years Eve party!

This is a great installment in the Boystown series and Jake has done it again. I really loved the addition of twins Marco and Gino and all their beauty and hotness. Their unbelievably hot introduction and their close connection was very powerful and so well written. It was also fun reading about Gino and Justin and I really hope there is more of them to come. One might think that with so many characters that it would be hard to keep up with them all but this is so not the case here as the author kept them quite organized. I love how much their lives intertwined and the drama these characters face is very high energy and riveting that I couldn't get enough of it. The sex, OMG the sex was so hot hot hot and so much of that I was in a constant state of fluster and enjoying every minute of it.

I loved all the new characters that were added such as Tyler, David, Cole and how Jake connected them so well with the current characters was just so brilliantly well written. There was a character for everyone to lust after or love which I did over and over. What was so completely brilliant was how Jake made us have such different feelings for the characters in Season One and that is not an easy task but with his amazing writing, it worked out so well. I just adored how Jake continued with the format of the book by using episodes in place of chapters and starting this book with episode 11 as it made for a more fun read. I so highly recommend this book, Boystown Season Two by Jake Biondi to everyone and make sure you read it as you don't want to miss out on a masterpiece of work!!!

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BOYSTOWN Season Two Excerpt (from Episode 15)

The Napa Valley is a place with a rich history. It’s where Antonio Mancini and Carlo Ciancio grew up as childhood friends with dreams of building an empire together.   While their friendship didn’t last as long as they hoped, their dreams did.   Fierce competitors in both their personal and professional lives, each built his own empire and, as heads of two powerful companies, Antonio and Carlo had dedicated themselves to destroying each other.

            Both men were widowers, losing their wives early in their marriages, but their family similarities ended there. Antonio Mancini had alienated his two sons Derek and Emmett long ago; so he relied solely on his son Justin to execute his war against Carlo. On the contrary, Carlo Ciancio kept his twin sons close to him. Gino and Marco had grown in Carlo’s image, as he had intended. Bright and handsome -- with chiseled bodies, dark features and thick, wavy hair – the twins were the center of Napa’s social scene and its most eligible bachelors.

            Gino and Marco were raised immersed in Carlo’s business, which began as a small winery that Carlo and Antonio started together long before any of their children were born. When their friendship soured, they split the company and each man dedicated himself to building a bigger empire with which to crush the other. When their sons were born, Antonio and Carlo raised them with the competitive nature of their fathers.   But Emmett and Derek Mancini eventually washed their hands of their father’s company, the competition, and the chaos, opting to make it on their own instead.

            Every Christmas Day, the Ciancios held their annual Christmas party -- and this year’s Christmas was no different. It was an all-day affair that attracted friends, family, colleagues, and clients from all over California and beyond. Napa Valley considered it to be the social event of the season and it certainly lived up to its reputation.

            But with Christmas behind him, Carlo went into the office in San Francisco first thing in the morning. When his morning meetings finished, Carlo’s chauffeur picked him up from the office to drive him home for lunch.   Sitting in the back of his limousine, Carlo attempted to call his son Marco, but no one answered the call.

            As Marco’s cell phone flashed on the night stand next to his bed, both Marco and Gino focused on Bella, a beautiful girl who was a member of their household staff. She stood naked between the twins, her gorgeous body being inspected by both Marco and Gino, whose shirts she had already removed to reveal their muscled torsos.

            Standing in front of Bella, Marco kissed her deeply, his tongue far down her throat. Her large breasts pressed up against his firm chest, while she reached behind her to take off Gino’s belt. Gino kissed and caressed the back of Bella’s neck and shoulders as his hands reached around her to massage her tits. He let her open his pants and, when they fell to the ground, he stepped out of them revealing his erect cock.

            Bella then began opening Marco’s pants; Marco stepped back from kissing her for just a moment to watch his pants slide down his legs. He stepped out of them and wrapped his arms around Bella, pulling her tight to him. His hands massaged her back as he kissed her jaw line, neck, and shoulders. Gino pressed his hard cock in between Bella’s ass cheeks. Then he placed his hands on Marco’s arms and ran them up to his brother’s shoulders. With Bella tight between them, the twins continued to caress Bella and each other.

            Bella placed one hand on each of the twins’ chests and ran them down to their crotches as she got on her knees in front of them. Wrapping her right hand around Gino’s ass and her left around Marco’s, Bella pulled the men toward her and then took both of their throbbing cocks into her mouth. The men threw their heads back as they felt her warm mouth around their hard cocks, which grew more erect with each stroke of her tongue.

            With his dick still in Bella’s mouth, Marco turned to Gino, running his hand up his brother’s hard chest. He pinched each of Gino’s nipples, then grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer. Gino leaned toward Marco and soon their lips met.

            As Bella rose from the floor, Marco pushed her backwards onto the nearby bed. He knelt down in front of her and got between her legs. As he licked his way up her calves and thighs toward her vagina, Gino walked to the side of the bed and leaned in to kiss her. He ran his fingers through her thick hair as Bella felt Marco kissing her vagina. His tongue made its way deep into her wet pussy and she put her hand on the back of Marco’s head, pushing him down further between her legs.

            Gino positioned himself at the head of the bed, kneeling down and straddling Bella’s head so she could suck his cock more. His balls ran across her lips and chin, and then she took his cock back into her mouth. At the same time, Marco stood up and forced his hard, condom-covered dick deep inside of her. Bella let out a moan and continued to suck Gino’s dick.

            Marco repositioned himself, standing more upright in order to get even deeper inside of Bella. Each thrust of his powerful legs sent a shock throughout Bella’s body. Marco leaned forward to kiss her stomach and then her breasts. As Marco sucked Bella’s nipples, Gino continued to fuck her mouth, causing her to occasionally gag as his thick dick swelled inside her throat. Bella squirmed and reached up to grab Gino’s legs from behind for support while Marco continued to pound her.

            Gino looked down at Marco and Marco looked up at his brother. Pounding Bella deeply, Marco reached out and grabbed his brother’s shoulder. Gino moaned as he felt Bella more rapidly suck his cock. Bella’s hands explored Gino’s firm stomach and muscled chest while Marco’s balls slapped against her.

            Marco’s body trembled and even his brother knew that he was about to explode. He quickly pulled his dick out of Bella, removed the condom, and shot all over her body; her stomach, her breasts, even her chin became covered in Marco’s thick batter. At the sight of his brother’s cum, Gino pulled out of Bella’s mouth and pumped his load out all over her as well. The brothers’ cum mixed on Bella’s breasts and stomach.

            Marco leaned forward and licked up some of the cum from Bella’s stomach as Gino did the same from her breasts. She sat up, kissing both of them so she could taste their warm sperm as well.

            “Guess I’ll be cleaning the linens today.” Bella joked and the men laughed. She got out of the bed and stripped the sheets.

            Marco laughed as he stood up from the bed. “Sorry about that.”

            Gino slapped Bella gently on the ass. “Hot as always.”

            “You boys are worth it,” Bella replied as she disappeared into the attached bathroom.

            “That was Father calling earlier, wasn’t it?” Gino asked as Marco checked his cell phone. “He’s probably coming home for lunch.”

            Marco smiled. “Then we better get cleaned up and dressed.”

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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Looking After Joey by David Pratt! 5 Star Review, Interview, Trailer and Giveaway!!!

8/13/2014

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Looking After Joey
David Pratt
Released: April 2, 2014
GMR 5-Star Review

From the author of Bob the Book comes a funny, fast-paced, touching tale of love, laughter, family of choice and fabulousness! Wouldn't it be great if a character from a porn movie stepped right out of your TV, into your life? Well, be careful what you wish for. Because that's how Calvin and Peachy end up looking after Joey. Then Peachy decides to make Joey the center of in a social-climbing scheme that will take them all from Chelsea to Park Avenue to Fire Island and will entangle a rogues' gallery of eccentric Manhattanites, including portly, perspiring publicist Bunce van den Troell; theatrical investor Sir Desmond Norma; studly thespian Clive Tidwell-Smidgin; and evil lubricant king Fred Pflester and his mysterious nephew, Jeffrey. Tender, wise, witty and utterly deranged, Looking After Joey will make you wish you, too, had a porn character sitting at your kitchen table, pointing at the toast and asking, "What's this called again?"

David Pratt's latest novel, Looking After Joey will have you laughing out loud as I did and grab your attention from the very beginning. This is a funny, touching and realistic look into the real gay lifestyle and it was quite refreshing to read. My stomach is still in pain from all the laughing that I endured at the hands of this author. David's writing is so brilliantly done with a beautiful true literate style of writing that I for one couldn't get enough of.

Told through the eyes of Calvin, a New York businessman and who is reaching 40 in the worst place to reach that age....the gay community. He is trying very hard to be part of what his friend, Peachy calls gayristocracy. Yes Peachy is one of a kind and he is extremely close to Calvin and their loyalty and friendship will be a very important factor in the basis of this story.

Now enters Joey who is the ideal dream boy/hottie for Calvin and a pornstar with such remarkable beauty and Calvin can't stop obsessing about this guy. I won't give much away about Joey as it would spoil much of the story for the readers. This funny and heartfelt story is for anyone who wants to know what its like to be gay today or for every gay man to read. I loved how it poked fun at the endless need to be young and beautiful in the gay scene. Also what drives that anxiety in these gay men who are obsessed in reaching that almost impossible dream of being young and beautiful forever...aka fountain of youth that seem to really inflict the gay community. I give so much credit and respect to this author for his mature and beautiful message that beauty is only skin deep but it's the people around you that make you a truly beautiful person.

I can't go on enough about this authors writing and what a complete joy it was to read his smart and intelligent novel...Looking After Joey by David Pratt. I highly and I mean highly recommend this novel to anyone who loves reading about the true gay community, a funny and delightful story and what beauty actually means!!!!

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Paul asked me to talk about as many things as possible related to my new novel, Looking After Joey. That’s not difficult, as the book deals with a lot. Like gay porn, lubricant, Liza Minnelli, mojitos, scat videos, Fire Island parties, veined cheeses, the Prado, underwear, Nasaline, Dawn Upshaw, calves, traffic lights, Kafka references (they’re for laughs), anti-ageing regimens, a fake jukebox musical, and, most important…

Love.

And just as important… Loyalty.

And the pleasure you experience watching someone you love grow. Kids can take inevitable steps in surprising ways or with breathtaking grace. We think, That’s my boy. Only he could have done that in that way.

As we keep growing, life knocks us down sometimes. I’m now thinking of Calvin, the hero of Looking After Joey. He has not been knocked down in a huge way. He’s just a bit worn down, like many of us. He has worn himself down. He needs to get out of himself. And then his favorite porn character, Joey Rhodes, with whom he has spent many an evening of lonely, virtual passion, suddenly falls right out of the TV. Into his living room. And somehow Joey can’t go home again. So Calvin has no choice but to look after Joey. He must find it in himself to love Joey in a way he had not counted on.

You love someone and look after them in that way for a while, but before you know it, it’s time for them to move on. Now, you look after them in a new sense, the sense of watching them leave. When Joey makes his own life (with the help of his this-world boyfriend Doug, but no more spoilers), Calvin faces the question of what to do with himself. He helped Joey grow. Now he needs to grow himself. In the final chapter he makes a coffee date with Joey, for no other reason than because he misses him. But just before that coffee date happens, fate intervenes to show Calvin what his own next step might be.

Have I said enough? No?? Okay. A quick Q&A with myself…

Q: Joey sounds very touching. But it’s also funny, right?

A: Oh, yeah. It’s effing hilarious! My only real marketable skill is making fun of things. My characters are a bunch of gay men living in New York City, so it was like mocking fish in a barrel!

Q: Who’s the cute guy on the cover?

A: Nicholas Gorham, an NYC writer, actor and model, photographed by Eva Mueller. Nicholas usually models in outrageous makeup and wild clothes, but he’s a very elegant and beautiful man just as he is, so I’m glad we were able to showcase that. You can see more of him in the book video, here.

Q: What if Nicholas steps out of the video?

A: Nicholas is a gentleman. He will expected you to treat him as one.

Q: Did you have as much fun writing those crazy characters—Peachy Sniegowski, Bunce van den Troell and Sir Desmond Norma—as people have reading about them? Or was it a lot of nose-to-the-grindstone work?

A: Yes and yes.

Q: Has anyone responded to Joey in a way that surprised you?

A: A couple of people have not liked it. I find this unacceptable.

Q: Why do you hate ABBA?

A: I don’t hate ABBA! Peachy and Calvin take Joey to the theater. I thought a parody would be more fun than a real Broadway show. But many of the big, brand name Broadway shows have nothing to spoof. Chicago and Lion King are actually good. Phantom is humorless (Tim Rice got custody of the sense of humor), which makes it hard to parody. That left me with You-Know-What. By the way, have you seen the French and Saunders mock trailer for the movie version? It’s in two parts: here and here.

Q: Does a gentleman ever remove his underpants?

A: Of course. I refer you to the character of Doug, Joey’s boyfriend. He is every inch a gentleman, and a bit of a dork, which I think is very sexy. Doug loves unconditionally. I imagine the passion is just volcanic when those underpants come off. It’s not shown, because: a.) the book is from Calvin’s point of view; and b.) in spite of the premise, this is not erotica. But I think those two just go nuts on each other, no pun intended. I don’t think Doug removes his underpants. He has Joey rip them off. He does the same to Joey. When they run out of underpants, they just don’t wear them.

Q: Do you wear underwear?

A: I think it’s time for you to click the “buy” link, right?

Finally, thank you, Paul, for publishing this, and thank you everyone for reading it and for your support!

David Pratt is the author of two novels, "Looking After Joey" (Wilde City) and the Lambda Literary Award-winning "Bob the Book" (Chelsea Station). David's story collection, "My Movie," (Chelsea Station) includes both new work and short fiction published in Christopher Street, The James White Review, Velvet Mafia, Lodestar Quarterly and other periodicals. Recent anthology publications include Paul Alan Fahey's "The Other Man," Jerry Wheeler's "The Dirty Diner," and Jameson Currier's "With." David has directed and performed his work for the theater in New York City at the Cornelia Street Cafe, Dixon Place, HERE Arts Center, the Flea and the New York International Fringe Festival. His collaborations with Rogerio M. Pinto include "Os Tres Porquinhos," "Chapeuzinho Vermelho," and "Branca de Neve," Brazilian Portuguese versions of, respectively, "The Three Little Pigs," "Little Red Riding Hood," and "Snow White." In the 1980s, David was the first director of plays by the Canadian playwright John Mighton. David holds an MFA in Creative Writing from the New School. He is currently working on two more novels and a novella for young people.

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Morvea and Airos by Jennifer Wright! 5 Star Reviews, Interview, Excerpt and Giveaway!!!

8/13/2014

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1-Who is Jennifer Wright?

Ah, now that’s a hard question, seeing as I don’t even really know, lol! I guess I’ll give the usual blurb. I was born in Arizona, but have spent the better part of my life in Wisconsin. While I enjoy living close to my family, my heart longs to live in the South – or anywhere where the winters are warmer, and I hope to someday get there. I love writing, and try to dedicate as much of my free time to it (ha! what free time?). If I’m not typing away on my laptop, you’ll find me with my nose buried in a book, or with my loving fiancée debating on what movie to watch and the never ending back and forth decision of what we should have for dinner. I love spending time with my family and fiancée, cuddling with my dog and two cats, and laughing as much as possible (cuz I like to think I'm funny :-D).

Some little tidbits about me are – I love horses, dogs and cats, I have a really big sweet-tooth, and I've been told I like to talk with my hands (insert hand gestures here).

2-What was it that made you want to write about gay characters and MM novels?

It was reading about it that turned me toward MM writing. I started off writing straight romance until I came across a book that piqued my interest of MM romance (which at the time I didn’t even know there were MM books) – it was all men, men, and more men from there on!

3-How do you come up with such interesting gay storylines such as in the Finding Home Series?

I couldn’t even tell you. My mind is CONSTANTLY coming up with storylines – I have no control over it and absolutely everything inspires new stories. I could grab a popsicle out of the fridge and suddenly have a whole novel swarm my head from it. I take that one object and create a specific scene involving it and then the whole story falls into place. I’ve got thousands of potential books floating around in my mind.

4-Was it difficult coming up with the story of Vampires and Paranormal?

No. I’ve always loved vampires—and all things paranormal and fantasy really—so it was no surprise when I thought up the Finding Home series.

5-Your fans love your characters so much, what do these characters mean to you?

They mean everything to me. They are my friends, inspiration, and

motivation. As more stories come along, it will always be my guys from my Finding Home series that’ll keep me going. :)

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

I guess I’d have to say July of 2010—that’s when I sat down and actually wrote a full manuscript. Throughout my childhood I wrote here and there, but never thought anything of it, I just had fun doing it. I stopped writing when I was a teen, but that summer of 2010 I sat down and started typing out one of the many stories flooding my mind and I’ve been doing it ever since. Now, no matter what day job I work, writing will always be my career.

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

Fantasy, because that’s the world I live in—or at least the way I imagine it. ;)

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

In the beginning I would’ve said promoting, but now it’s hands-down writers block. I suffer from it big time and all the time!

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

Tons of authors say this and I’m with them 100% - NEVER GIVE UP! If writing is what you love, then write. While numerous things may get in your way—publishers turning down your manuscript, readers leaving down-right hateful reviews, (and worst) people you know and/or love never showing support—don’t let anything keep you from your passion!

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

I would love to be writing fulltime. For now I’ll just trudge along through my day job like so many other authors. :(

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

Well, seeing as right now I only have three out, and they’re a part of a series, I would recommend the first book, Pavarus. :D

12-What kind of research do you undergo when writing for this Paranormal genre?

I HATE doing research. When a story pops into my head I just want to sit down and write. So luckily, the only research I had to do was to find out a

few details and locations of certain cities and/or states when my guys would visit Earth. Since my series takes place in another realm I had the pleasure of being able to make up whatever the hell I wanted, which turned out to be waaaaay harder than doing a little research (I still hate doing research though, lol!).

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

That I’m a slow writer. I’ve gotten so many emails and whatnot asking when my next book is coming out, and I feel bad when I have to tell them that I haven’t the slightest clue. I wish I could be one of those writers that can sit down and write every day, but that’s just not me. I’m happy if I write twice a week.

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

I figure some people might say they’d wanted to be remembered for their career, success, family, etc. But I just want everyone to know that throughout all the ups and downs of being an author, I’ve been happy. I love what I do, and I love all of my wonderful readers and fans.

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

My readers mean everything to me—without them my books are just wraiths sitting on a shelf. I create the story, but it is my readers that bring them to life.

I wish I could say I’m all chatty-chatty with my readers, but the truth is I’m not very good at that kind of stuff. In person with my friends I can talk their ear off, but online… I have a blog and Facebook and whatnot—and I really do try to interact with it all as much as possible—but I’m just not the social type with stuff like that. My mind goes blank most of the time.

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

My morals and values run long and deep, but I truly try to live by the golden rule – Do unto others as you would want done unto you – it’s a classic, but it’s my favorite.

17-What is your favourite curse word?

Hands-down it would be fuck. I really am one of those people that could make a sailor blush. Of course, when I’m around family (well, some of them), kids, or at work, my loose vocabulary is on a leash, but in my own home I

almost always say fuck in at least one of every three sentences. It’s actually really hard for me to tame it back in my writing, because even in my head fuck is all over the please.

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

I actually stepped over to the straight and young adult side and read P.C Cast’s House of Night series—well, I’m only on book three. But I love this series!

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

A house cat, because I am one laaaazy person. Granted, I have a vitamin deficiency that causes my lack of energy, but I still think I’d be lazy nonetheless. :)

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

I am slowly making my way through the fourth book in my Finding Home series. And all I’ll say about it is – yes, everyone, it’s Larken’s turn to find his HEA! Woohoo!

Morvea
Jennifer Wright
Released: March 10, 2013
GMR 5 Star Review

Keddrick has denied claiming his mate for four years, separating them by worlds just to keep the man he loves safe…from him. Can he resist temptation when his love lands on his doorstep in need of help?

Eli has lusted after Keddrick from the moment the vampire stepped through the portal and into Earth. He had desperately wanted to follow along when Keddrick returned to Pavarus, but it wasn’t allowed—not to mention Eli was under the impression that Keddrick was straight. Four years later his wish has come true, but not in the way he wanted. Barely escaping death by the hands of Wayland, head of the human council on Earth, Eli flees to Pavarus in search of help. The line of events that get him there release a hidden secret deep inside him he never knew existed, and will soon change his life forever.

Keddrick’s restraint towards Eli is being seriously tested, and every day Eli stays with him at the coven, it gets harder. He wants to keep his distance, but at the same time he wants to do everything he can to please Eli. As time goes on, he feels his resolve slowly crumble, his love for the man too strong to ignore. When Keddrick finds out about Wayland’s threat on his and Eli’s life, he is determined to stop the madman anyway he can, even if that means going against Eli’s pleas for him not to.

Through blood and tears, years of love and moments of betrayal, can these two men find their way through the hardships and into a life of happiness in each other’s arms?

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Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of violence

Morvea (Finding Home Book 2) by Jennifer Wright. I recommend that this series be read in order to fully appreciate the characters and their stories.

The beautiful Keddrick has yet to claim his mark on his mate for four years. Now that his love shows up, can he resist him? Eli has always loved Keddrick the moment he saw him. He wanted to be with him but Keddrick returned to Pavarus and Eli thought that he was also straight so that would put a hitch in his plans. Four years later the evil Wayland whose head of the council on earth almost killed Eli so he escaped and found his way to Pavarus in search of desperate help.

Keddrick is doing his best to fight off his feelings towards Eli but he is being tested every time he is around him. He does everything to make Eli happy and safe and soon his restraint will be too much for even Keddrick to handle and he will have to face his love and desire for Eli. Will their burning love be enough to have a HEA? Will Wayland destroy the years of desire these men have felt in secret for each other?

I loved the secondary characters such as Remus and Wesley and where the author took these characters as it added to the story so nicely and I loved reading about them. I am really hoping that the author writes a story about Zane and Larken as I feel their story is not finished and was so much fun read them. I am so hoping that one day Zane wakes up and realizes his true feelings for Larken. I loved that Jennifer didn't write the typical vampire paranormal book here and had a great and unique spin on this genre as it was so refreshing to read. The characters of Keddrick and Eli was a beautiful coupling of pure love and loyalty that these men had for each other.

I enjoyed the writing of this author and the way she was so detailed and how she brought the beautiful and unique world together was done so brilliantly and well written. I actually felt I was living in this world and completely captivated by this fast paced and riveting story. I have always loved this genre and now because of this series I love it even more. I couldn't recommend this novel MORVEA and the entire series...Finding Home by Jennifer Wright enough!!! Everyone needs to read it!!!!

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Morvea excerpt:

Eli gasped when another sharp pain sliced through his head. Groaning, he clutched at his skull as bright lights blinded his vision.

And with a flash, images flooded his mind like an old, silent picture show.

Flash.

Eli standing in his office with three men.

Flash.

Rick, Larry and him tied up in an old, abandoned warehouse.

Flash.

Wayland standing before him, accusing him and Keddrick of trying to rule Earth. Wayland confessing his own plans to rule Earth once he and Keddrick were ‘out of his way’.

Flash.

Larry dead—shot in the head.

Flash.

Him and Rick escaping.

Flash.

Eli getting shot and Rick face down on the pavement—dead.

Flash.

Eli lifting his hand to ward off his enemy.

Flash.

The man hurtling backwards into the street by an unseen force—then the car slamming into his body.

Eli sucked in a deep breath when his vision had cleared and he tried his hardest not to cry out.

“Eli?” Keddrick sounded alarmed, his words loud in Eli’s ear.

This time he did cry out when Keddrick grabbed his arm. The pain from the vampire’s touch had Eli jumping out of his chair and stumbling backwards till his butt hit the back of the couch. When a few of the men stood, he yelled, “Stay away from me!” The thought of anyone touching him made his skin burn.

“Eli, what is wrong?”

Keddrick’s words were more forceful this time, but Eli ignored them as a new surge exploded through his body. Every cell inside him felt like it was coming to life, vibrating and roaring for release.

He barely heard Keddrick’s order for someone to get Isa. Fuck that! He didn’t want that witch anywhere near him. This was all her fault anyway. The side effect of whatever she’d given him was wreaking havoc on his body. A hum sounded in his ears, and everything around him soon faded out as the hum became piercing.

He clutched at his head again and screamed.

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The sound of Eli’s screams cut at Keddrick’s soul. He wanted to go to his mate, to comfort him, but Eli’s warning had him rooted in place. It was hard, though, when the tears started streaming down Eli’s face. He stepped forward, ready to pull Eli into his arms anyway, when Aliam burst into the room with Isa.

When Aliam dropped her before him, she covered her ears and yelled angrily, “What is the meaning of this?”

He didn’t bother apologising, just said, “I need more of that potion you gave to Eli last night.”

“No!” she said. Keddrick growled at her. “No, he said he didn’t want my help,” she said as she pointed to Eli.

Eli’s screams continued to fill the air.

“Damn it, woman! Can’t you see he’s in pain?” Keddrick closed the little distance that was between them. “Help him. Now!” The words were so forceful the walls seemed to vibrate.

Isa’s eyes widened and she took a step back. “I—”

She was cut off by Wesley’s gasp. When Keddrick turned to look at him, his jaw dropped. The maps and papers that’d been scattered across the table now floated in the air. Keddrick glanced around the room, taking in all the items that hovered over the surfaces they’d once sat on. He flinched when Eli’s screams suddenly became louder, forcing everyone to cover their ears. The furniture began to shake before it too started to rise up—up and up till Keddrick could see the bottom of the couch.

Keddrick looked at Eli. The man’s face was red, his eyes squeezed shut, his head thrown back as his fingers clenched in his hair.

Suddenly, Eli’s screams stopped, and everything in the room came crashing down around them.

Keddrick reached Eli just before he hit the floor. Gathering his mate into his arms, he rushed to lie Eli down on the couch, amazed it hadn’t broken.

He cupped Eli’s face in his hands. “Eli, baby, wake up.”

Airos
Jennifer Wright
Released: November 15, 2013
GMR 5 Star Review

Zane has everything in his life under control and in order, but can he keep it that way when a young dragon is thrown into his life?

Zane was meant to be a warrior—end of story. Though he may not have had the most pleasant life living at the coven, he still loved being there. But the steadiness of his world came to a halt all within one day's events. A man he never saw coming has pushed the boundaries of what little normalcy he has, and learning of a secret love is just confusing him even more. Zane has never felt more torn on what he should be feeling…and for whom. Though if he assumed having two men plaguing his every waking thought was hard enough, learning of the danger his mother is in nearly has his head spinning off into another dimension.

The leader of the Dráguns is threatening to take everything away from him, his best friend is slipping further and further away from him, and a little dragon is managing to get under his skin in more ways than one. Sorting out what he has to do, what he wants, and what's right for him will be the biggest challenge he's ever been faced with. Will he follow his heart or will he take the easy path…or is the easy path the right path to begin with?

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Airos (Finding Home Book 3) by Jennifer Wright. I recommend that this series be read in order to fully appreciate the characters and their stories.

What happens when Zane meets a dragon? Zane did not have the easiest life in the coven but to him it was home! Then one day everything changes in his life as a man he meets throws Zane's life upside down and reveals a secret love that even confuses his life even further. Zane is now torn between two men who are engulfing his every thought and now finding out that his mother is in severe danger, is more than he can handle.

The Draguns leader is trying to take everything away from Zane! His BFF is moving further and further away from him and a young dragon is getting to close for comfort. Now Zane has to figure out what he actually wants in life. Boer is a dragon and kidnapped by the vampires to reveal secrets which he apparently doesn't have and this changes everything in Zane's organized life. Now that his bff Larken is in love with him and his mate Bo is too much for the emotionally disconnected Zane to deal with so he plans to distance himself emotionally in order to handle everything that is being thrown his way.

I loved this novel so much so that the author had me on the edge of my seat through the entire novel. I couldn't predict what was about to happen next and that is a great quality in writing. Jennifer's writing is simply brilliant and how she comes up with these stories, characters, realms and unique worlds in this fascinating genre. I recommend this novel, Airos and the series...Finding Home by Jennifer Wright!

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Airos excerpt:

Bo waited for Wesley to knock on the bathroom door but nearly shot up out of the water when Zane came bursting in.

“Dear gods, Zane, you nearly scared me half to death.” He let out a deep breath and placed his hand over his chest, his heart thundering beneath his touch. “So, how did everything go with…?” He trailed off as Zane stormed over to him, the heat in his eyes making Bo sink down into the water a little.

“What are you doing?”

Bo felt so small as the vampire towered over him, but he wasn’t about to show the thin line of fear the man always seemed to make him feel. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m bathing.”

Stepping closer, his hands fisted at his sides, Zane growled out, “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

Bo glanced away. I can do this. I can be strong.

“Bo!”

Turning back, Bo gave Zane a look of innocence. “What?”

Zane’s lips briefly thinned out in a tight line. “Why are you still here?”

“You heard Augustus, he didn’t think it was a good idea to travel,” he replied, swishing the water around him as if nothing was wrong—as if he didn’t notice the vampire’s rising annoyance.

Suddenly Zane was at his side, kneeling on the floor next to the tub. “That’s bullshit! You risked your life earlier by climbing down the side of a castle—all so you could get away from here. Then you had every opportunity to go home earlier, but you didn’t. Why?”

Bo glanced away again. This wasn’t going at all the way he’d imagined. Yes, he had hoped to talk to Zane privately, but he’d never thought it’d be like this. Steeling his shoulders, he said, “Yes, I tried to escape, but that was when I had thought that I was still a prisoner. Keddrick made it clear that I am now a guest, so I felt it was best to take Augustus’ advice—for my own well-being.”

Zane’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you. I saw the way you looked at me. Why did you look at me like that? What were you thinking?”

Gods, this is not at all how I imagined it going. “Can you please hand me a towel?”

A muscle flexed alongside the vampire’s jaw and he made no movement to do as Bo had asked.

Huffing, Bo got up and stepped out of the tub then retrieved a towel from a nearby shelf. He ignored the small growl that echoed in the room. All he had wanted was a chance to get to know Zane, to find out what this bond between them meant. He knew Zane had said he didn’t want Bo here, but he hadn’t expected the vampire to act this way at his staying for just one more evening.

“Damn it, Bo, answer me! Why are you still here?”

Bo spun around to face him. “Why do you care!” he shouted. “What does it matter if I’m here another night?”

“Because you confuse me!” Zane hollered back.

The vampire almost seemed surprised by what he’d said, but the look was gone too quickly for Bo to be sure.

Zane rubbed his hands over his face then let out a frustrated sigh. “My life was balanced before, and since you’ve been here you’ve done nothing but trip me up.” He glared down at Bo. “I’m doing things that I never would have done before. I’m saying things that I would have never said. And I can’t seem to stop it. It’s all because of you.”

A fire ignite inside Bo and he glared right back at him. “Well, I’m sorry that I messed with your precious structure here.” He stepped forward and

Zane took a step back, his eyes beginning to widen the closer Bo got to him. “Believe me, that was not my intention at all.” Bo kept advancing on Zane, and Zane kept stepping back until he bumped into the counter. “But don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair first thing tomorrow evening, because trust me when I say that I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want me to be!”

He was now mere inches from Zane—practically standing on his tip-toes so he could at least get somewhat face to face with him. Anger raced through his veins as he waited, preparing himself for Zane to yell back at him.

Bo gasped when Zane’s hand was suddenly around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, closing what little distance was between them. He stood there frozen in place as Zane kissed him, completely shocked by the vampire’s actions.

The kiss was bruising and over within moments. At first Bo stared up at Zane in disbelief and confusion, but that quickly melted away at the sight of the passion in the vampire’s eyes.

“Dear gods, what you do to me,” Zane growled, then kissed him again.

I was born in Arizona, but have spent the better part of my life in Wisconsin. While I enjoy living close to my family, my heart longs to live in the South – or anywhere where the winters are warmer, and I hope to someday get there. I love writing, and try to dedicate as much of my free time to it (ha! what free time?). If I’m not typing away on my laptop, you’ll find me with my nose buried in a book, or with my loving fiance debating on what movie to watch and the never ending back and forth decision of what we should have for dinner. I love spending time with my family and fiance, cuddling with my two cats and dog, and laughing as much as possible (cuz I like to think I'm funny :-D).

Some little tidbits about me are – I love horses, cats, and dogs, I have a really big sweet-tooth, and I've been told I like to talk with my hands (insert hand gestures here).

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Appearances Event/Pre-Release Hop by T.M. Smith!!!

7/31/2014

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Hello everyone, Tams here (TM Smith) let me start by saying thank you to all the bloggers that are hosting me today for this special event!

Welcome to the Appearances pre-release blog hop, sneak peak and giveaway! Today I'm going to share the first two chapters of Appearances with you, a little behind the scenes while writing this book as well as going over my process for choosing some of the names in the series. And, there might be a little giveaway, maybe. The best part is, this is an all day event on Facebook as well, so be sure to join the event and check back throughout the day as I've lined up some pretty amazing authors and bloggers to help me host who will be having giveaways of their own. {click here to join the event!}

Schedule (all times are CST central standard time zone)
Author TM Smith: 8-10AM CST
Charlie Cochet: 10-11AM CST
Alina Popescu: 11AM-1PM CST
Angel Martinez: 1-2PM CST
Author TM Smith: 2-3PM CST
Lucien/Raven: 3-4PM CST
J. Scott Coatsworth: 4-5PM CST
Crystal Marie: 5-6PM CST
Author TM Smith: 6-7PM CST
Carly Rose: 7-8PM CST

Lets start with the book that started it all, Opposites.

Opposites is an adult dystopian majorly M/M series set a few centuries in the future in a society where to be gay/lesbian is the norm. To be straight labels you an Opposite and makes you the outkast.

Opposites, book 1 is available now through Amazon, ARe and Smashwords.

The Library, an Opposites novella, is available now through Amazon, ARe and Smashwords.

*WARNING* Opposites is an Adult Dystopian series that contains explicit sexual content and relationships between gay, lesbian and straight couples.

Something that I've been asked a lot over these last couple years, "How did you come up with the names for your characters?" I knew straight away that this was going to be an epic sort of story, even an author friend that read an early draft commented it was like a gay Game Of Thrones. So I knew that with all the names I'd have to remember already, I did not want to use last names as well. In that aspect, I took on a Dune quality where as everyone is known by their name and their house.

Another question I've gotten is why so similar. I thought I was helping readers with that as well, but it may not have come across accurately. Take House Gaeland for instance. Fathers; Rian and Cirian. Mothers; Amaya and Amelia. Children; Aiya and Aiyan. There is a similarity in the names that made me think, these are all from the same house. I guess it didn't translate as well to some of my readers, sorry about that.

I also tried to use names that were specific to that culture for certain characters. I researched popular and historic names of each culture and that is how I came up with Nadi, Kaden, Theresa, Taryn, Tanis and a few others. There were some names I knew I wanted to use before I even started outlining the story. I chose the name Aiya after hearing it on a sci-fi movie many years ago, it always stuck with me. Adding the 'n' to it for her twin brother was easy. Rian was a spelling I'd read in a book and I loved the uniqueness of it. One of my favorite movies is 'In A Child's Name'. The mom in that movie was Theresa, with an 'h', no one ever really spells Theresa with the 'h' anymore and I've always liked that more classic spelling.

I wanted to pay respect to my family name, grandparents things like that somewhere as well. Gilley was my late Irish grandmother's maiden name, so it was a given that the house in Ireland or that part of the country would be called House Gilley. Dr. Anthony Smith... my grandfathers, Robert Antony and William Smith. I write under the name TM Smith not because I don't want people to know that Tammy Middleton is the author, but because it's the name my parents gave me. Tammy Michelle Smith is way to long to print out so I shortened it.

{For a listing of names, Houses and their meaning, head over to TTC Books and more}

And now, meet the guest of honor today, Appearances...

Appearances, can be deceiving.

Raven and Tanis are trying very hard to merge their vastly different lifestyles, but Tanis's issues with his own past could prove to be more than their fragile relationship can handle. Is their love for each other strong enough to weather the oncoming storm?

Aiya and Sawyer have fought hard to be together in a world where Opposite relationships are generally forbidden. Yet, they are still forced to keep their relationship a secret while they are outside the walls of House Gaeland.

Everyone assumes that the only threat lies outside their walls, the group of rebels led by Cillian. But something is happening within House Gaeland, something that hasnâ€™t happened since GWI. And with all the attention focused on that, their guard is down. An evil that was under their nose all along strikes, and someone will make the ultimate sacrifice to save another.

At the end of Opposites Cirian shared a secret with his children, the identity of the person known to them as Gorilla Man. Everyone was coming to terms with the relationship that was developing between Aiya and Sawyer, and Tanis proposed to Raven.

Now it is time for Aiya and Aiyan to travel to their spouses homes and meet their people. But that is more the backdrop of this story, as this book concentrates more on the ever growing relationship between Raven and Tanis. The Priest from House Gaeland and his warrior from House Orion. Raven is wise but slightly naive. He never gave much thought to a family or a husband, not that it's forbidden, he just never thought he'd share his heart with anyone but God. But the inked upped, muscled upped man from Greece that Raven describes as all attitude, muscles and ink... well he rooted his way in there under the radar.

While the relationship between Raven and Tanis doesn't seem to be moving any faster than the twins, in actuality it is. Aiya and Aiyan have known about their matches for years, they know them even if only on paper. These two young men are learning about each other as they go. And once they get to Greece, Raven learns that the description of his fiance from before they met, "A man in every port", well there wasn't ever a truer statement. Tanis had always been promiscuous, and now it may come back to bite him in the ass, so to speak.

More secrets will be revealed and a new threat will emerge. But the root of everything that keeps these people and these relationships strong, their love and faith in one another, is the constant that will keep them all alive.

I'm still hoping to release Appearances on August 31st, but right now that is a tentative date. I've had some personal issues these last several months, one of those being Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. I've now had the surgery on both hands, but it has set me back quite a bit with my writing. So I wanted to let you all know that I am moving forward as fast as my body will allow, and also share the first two chapters with you. An appetizer, if you will. Do remember that this is still a work in progress and while it has gone through BETA and a round of editing, there is still some clean up to do before release. So ignore any mistakes and enjoy this exclusive look into Appearances.

~ 1 ~

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 hadnâ€™t played in days and needed to feel the instrument in his hands as he poured his pain into the music. It was the only outlet he could think of at the moment that wouldnâ€™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 didnâ€™t even know he had until after theyâ€™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 theyâ€™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 theyâ€™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 Aiyanâ€™s favorite place to be. Kaden walked over and threw the window open, closing his eyes and smiling when he realized what it was heâ€™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.

Aiyanâ€™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. The garden that captured so much color and beauty, and his violin that shared not only the color and beauty inside of Aiyan, but the talent he held as well.

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 Aiyanâ€™s cheek.

Aiyanâ€™s eyes opened when he heard a low crack as Kaden moved toward him, stepping on a twig. â€œOh, sorry, I was just letting off some steam.â€ Aiyan said, moving to put away his violin.

Kaden moved quickly over to him, â€œNo, please... donâ€™t stop. It was beautiful my prince, please play more for me.â€ Kaden slid onto the far corner of the bench, smiling slightly as Aiyan smiled back at him.

â€œYou like to beg, donâ€™t you?â€ 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. â€œNo, please... donâ€™t stop.â€ 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 Kadenâ€™s life when Gorilla man had thrown him down that well.

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

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

â€œDonâ€™t shut me out Aiyan, not now, weâ€™ve been through too much for you to give me the silent treatment.â€ That crooked grin was trying to make an appearance Kaden thought, as the corner of Aiyanâ€™s mouth twitched slightly. â€œThere is nothing you canâ€™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 canâ€™t get past this is because you are trying to do it alone? You arenâ€™t alone Aiyan, I am here, right here in front of you, begging you toâ€¦â€¦.â€ Kaden didnâ€™t get the rest of his sentence out before he was grabbed and hauled up into Aiyanâ€™s lap. Aiyanâ€™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 Kadenâ€™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 Aiyanâ€™s left his head spinning. Aiyan pulled back, gasping for breath, when he opened his eyes Kaden saw that theyâ€™d turned gold around the rims and he smiled. Aiyan leaned forward until their foreheads were touching, still breathing heavy.

â€œOkay Kaden, okay. Letâ€™s go back to our room and talk.â€ He panted out between breaths.

â€œJust talk?â€ 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 Aiyanâ€™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 Aiyanâ€™s fingers, trailing down his back and over his ass, then tracing back up the path theyâ€™d just taken. â€œAre you awake?â€ Aiyan whispered.

â€œI am now.â€ Kaden just chuckled.

Aiyan didnâ€™t speak again for a while. He just ran his hands along Kadenâ€™s skin, setting it on fire. Finally, he let out a ragged sigh, â€œIâ€™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, heâ€™s my uncle?!â€ Even if the touch of Aiyanâ€™s fingers on his skin hadnâ€™t gone from gentle to rough, Kaden could feel Aiyanâ€™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 Aiyanâ€™s hair comforting and calming him all at the same time. â€œIt says that you are my husband, my partner and you will do anything to make sure Iâ€™m safe. I would do the same for you. Do you feel better, now that you told me this?â€ Aiyan nodded but didnâ€™t speak. â€œThen that is enough for now. I love you Aiyan and we will deal with this together. Everything, always together.â€ 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 couldnâ€™t deny the sentiment in the gesture.

â€œI want to get our names tattooed on our arms, here.â€ Aiyan spoke softly to Kaden as he withdrew his fingers from where theyâ€™d been wrapped in Kadenâ€™s and rolled up his sleeve, showing the spot on his upper arm.

Kaden scowled at him, â€œDonâ€™t you think that is a little grandious, my prince? And what would they say? Aiyan and Kaden, respectively. Or Mâ€™anam and My Prince?â€ Aiyan turned that wickedly sexy crooked grin on his partner before he answered.

â€œI think our given names, and in a calligraphy style of writing with maybe a celtic border?â€ Aiyan presented his answer as a question, it would seem he had put a lot of thought into this venture. Kaden still wasnâ€™t convinced, until the next day after lunch, when Raven found him and Aiyan in the library and showed them the drawings heâ€™d made in a likeness of what Aiyan wanted the tattooâ€™s to show.

â€œWow, thatâ€™s really simplistic. I was expecting something moreâ€¦ just, more.â€ Kaden was pleasantly surprised with the simple, uniqueness of the designs. He had no ink anywhere on his body, having never found anything he wanted to permanently place on his skin. But this, this was a representation of his commitment to Aiyan, a way to show everyone he belonged to this man. So when Raven told them he could do the tattoos right then, Kaden didnâ€™t allow himself time to reconsider, he just nodded in agreement and followed Aiyan and Raven.

It was a given that Aiyanâ€™s tattoo would be placed on his left upper arm as he already had a large eagle, and a dragonfly on his right upper arm. Kaden thought his should go on his left arm as well, not only to mirror where his future husbands ink would go, but it was also the hand where their wedding rings would be.

Kaden followed as Raven led them to the area of the palace where the guards slept. â€œThe Guardai and The Order are housed in this wing of the palace. And while Ravenâ€™s room is in the main area of the palace with the family, he still keeps a room here as well. He has artwork, instruments, some swords heâ€™s collected and his tattoo equipment here.â€ Aiyan told Kaden as they walked through the never ending hallways within House Gaeland.

â€œOh, and the collection of bibles.â€ Aiyan stopped mid stride and turned to face Kaden. â€œThere are bibles dating back to before Anthonyâ€™s time, Raven has, what a dozen or so?â€ Aiyan turned to Raven who just nodded his response, before turning back to Kaden. â€œIâ€™ve read several of them. Itâ€™s so interesting to see the different translations, how they are all different, and yetâ€¦ the same.â€

Raven entered the room theyâ€™d stopped at and Aiyan and Kaden followed him in. The walls were covered almost floor to ceiling with art and drawings, some of which Kaden was certain Raven had created himself. There was a small bookshelf that indeed held a dozen or so bibles, a rack that held several swords and in the corner sat the oddly made chair that could be molded and shaped to hold a personâ€™s body in the correct position for whatever ink they would be getting at the time. Raven motioned for Aiyan to sit as he opened the case with the tools, â€œYou first Aiyan, so Kaden can see what Iâ€™m doing and how, since this is his first tattoo.â€

Kaden watched as Raven took the wax paper he had drawn the design on and held it over Aiyanâ€™s arm. His gaze continued to roam over Aiyanâ€™s bare chest, those hard muscles and defined abs, up to his adams apple and then landed on that crooked grin. When their eyes met, Aiyanâ€™s dominate brown eyes sparkled, full of love for only Kaden.

â€œAll done!â€ Raven stated, turning and grabbing a towel from the table next to him. He ran the towel over the design and then applied some type of ointment from a jar. He noticed Kaden watching his every move, a question in his glare. â€œItâ€™s just a precaution, some healing herbs mixed with the oils from the allive plant. Can you believe they used to apply tattoos with needles, driving the ink into the skin, and there was so much blood. The risk of infection then was much higher than now, the laser pretty much cordarizes the skin as I draw the image, so no risk of infection. But, better safe than sorry, right.â€

Aiyan smiled up at him and twisted his body, holding his arm out for Kaden to see. There on his lovers arm was his name, Kaden, in a fancy script with a border across the top and bottom of the words that was somewhere between the design of barbed wire and a trinity knot.

â€œYour turn.â€ Raven waved his hand motioning Aiyan out of the chair and all but pushed Kaden into it. Kaden closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the chair. He felt the tight grip of Ravenâ€™s fingers, digging into his arm to hold it still, the heat from the laser as it traced each letter into his skin. A.I.Y.A.N and then the faint trace of the border, but it was never uncomfortable or painful. He opened his eyes when he felt the brush of the towel on his skin.

Aiyan pulled him up and into his body and they were chest to chest, Kaden had to hold in a gasp when their naked nipples brushed together. Aiyan leaned down and kissed him, running his fingers over his name that was now permanently inked on Kadens arm, keeping time with his tongue that brushed over Kadenâ€™s bottom lip. Aiyan pulled back but kept his hand on Kadenâ€™s arm, gently tracing the letters of his name, â€œEverything, always together.â€ He whispered.

Aiyan raised his head and smiled down at him, moving his body up and over Kadenâ€™s. His smile widened when Kaden groaned and thrust his hips up, rubbing their groins together. They were both already impossibly hard, again. â€œReady for round two? Want me to fuck you into the mattress this time?â€ Aiyan said, leaning down and running his tongue along Kadenâ€™s collar bone. Kaden just laughed and rolled them on the bed where he was on top of Aiyan.

â€œOh no my prince, Iâ€™m going to fuck you into the mattress.â€

~ 2 ~

Angry

Cillian sat at the table pushing the food on his plate around in circles, more interested in reinforcing his men than eating. The encampment heâ€™d found shelter in wasnâ€™t much more than a stones throw away from the palace, but in hind sight, he thought this would be the last place his family would look for him anyway.

He sat and listened to one of the elders telling some of the otherâ€™s of how proud he was of the man one of their own had become. This Sawyer, son of Adam and Anna who were proud Outkasts. Apparently Sawyerâ€™s mother died during child birth, and then his father died in a fire here on the grounds just over a dozen years ago. Sawyer was basically adopted by the Ambassadorâ€™s of House Devi, the house of that bastard Indian filth that his nephew had wed.

Apparently his niece who was wed to the feisty little bitch from the greek house was, in fact, in love with Sawyer. He tucked that little morsel of information into the back of his mind for a later date. Soon, Cillian would have to weed out how many followers he had here, and if it was even worth staying or moving on to the next group of Outkasts.

Cillian held his knife in a tight grip, jaw clenched, drawing on every ounce of reserve he had to stop from climbing over the table and cutting the old manâ€™s tongue out of his mouth. If for no other reason than to see him bleed. A gruff voice to his right drew Cillian out of his murderous thoughts.

â€œIf you ask me, the whole lot of them should be burned at the stake. I mean, who are they to tell us who we should love. That I canâ€™t have the same liberties, freedoms and opportunities they have because Iâ€™m a man that likes women.â€

Cillian stole a glance at the stranger beside him. He was a big man, with arms the size of tree trunks, long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail with a weathered grin plastered on his rugged featured face. Next to him sat a smaller but toned younger man with redder hair than Cillian had ever seen in his life. â€œAnd whoâ€™s that, your girlfriend?â€ Cillian nodded in the red heads direction, drawing a snarl and a glare from the smaller man.

The big man threw his head back and bellowed, a full laugh that was so loud and boisterous, it shook the table. â€œNo, Augie here is my best mate, a damn fine lad, even if he does prefer the company of a man to that of a large breasted female.â€

â€œYou know who I am?â€ Cillian questioned.

â€œAh, yes, the bastard child of Kiernan and Gabriel. The former Ambassadorâ€™s to House Gaeland, and the current Ambassadorâ€™s to House Gilley. Dumped off here with the outkasts just hours after your birth when you failed your mapping test. Does that about sum it up?â€ the big man stated in a gleeful tone.

â€œWell, it seems you have me at a disadvantage. You are?â€

â€œHellâ€™s Bellâ€™s, how rude of me, names Robert!â€ the big man thrust his hand toward Cillian, who grudgingly shook, then reached over and shook the red headâ€™s hand as well.

â€œSo what can I do for you fine gentlemen today?â€ the clipped tone Cillian spoke in assuredly shown his patience was wearing thin.

â€œWord travels fast among those that are loyal to your cause Cillian. We should talk, but not here, somewhere more private. A group of us have a place a mile or so north of here where we prefer to spend our time, we just come here to the main camp for food, supplies and occasional company. Meet us at the stables in an hour and you can follow us there, meet the rest of our group, andâ€¦ get to know us a little better.â€ Robert stole a glance at Augie and Cillian couldnâ€™t help but be curious at what they were offering. He also had a niggling feeling of recognition in the back of his mind every time he met Augieâ€™s green gaze.

Cillian simply nodded once in reply, to which Robert nodded in agreement before he and Augie stood and left the tent. What harm could come from hearing them out, Cillain thought. His mind ever wary of trusting anyone played out the various scenarios. Perhaps they were allies to his cause, but perhaps they werenâ€™t and they meant to capture him for his brother. Just the thought of Cirian and his charmed life made Cillianâ€™s blood boil.

No, Cillian brushed the thought aside, there was something in the red headed mans stare, an anger that swayed Cillian. His gut told him the men were sincere and that he could at least trust their intent. Appetite renewed, he quickly downed his food before leaving the tent virtually unseen, to go and meet his new friends at the stable.

Did that wet your whistle? Anticipating the full story? Well just you wait! As it is right now I'm at 26 chapters (52000 words aprox) and there is still a bit more to add. So, again, I'm hopeful I can still bring this to you on August 31st, but I will definitely keep you all up to date on the official release date.

Thank you all for stopping by today and continuing to support my efforts with this series. And a huge thank you to all the bloggers that are posting this today, I couldn't do it without all of you! Be sure to stop by the event today on facebook, I've lined up some pretty amazing authors and bloggers to help me celebrate and they are giving away some goodies throughout the day as well. And above all, remember, Love is Love!

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