Here’s a sneak peek at Love My Children First

In less than 12 hours you’ll be able to read Love My Children First!

Love My Children First COVER

Here’s a little bit to hold you over until then:

Blurb:

Toby Jacobson is a pansexual man living a heterosexual life as a happily married father of four with a fifth child on the way, but a sinister illness lurks in the shadows. A month after the birth of his daughter, the unimaginable happens when his wife, Sydney, falls into a coma after suffering a brain bleed and is declared braindead. Facing a future without her, Toby searches for a live-in nanny to care for his children without success until a friend recommends a highly qualified but inexperienced former classmate, but there is a catch, Cliff Turnbull is a man, he’s an Adonis, and he’s a virgin.

While managing life-threatening emergencies, emotional outbursts from the grieving children, antagonistic—divorced parents, a meddling—suspicious mother’s interventions, and memories of Sydney, images of a gay, youthful-fling return to Toby and physical yearnings begin to surface in Cliff. In the ensuing weeks, as a smoldering physical attraction begins to grow between them, Toby and Cliff travel a tumultuous path while they try to regain some semblance of order and build a new life for the family. Through it all, Cliff remains steadfast in his support of Toby and the children as they slowly discover a depth of love that no one could have believed possible and a passion than neither could have imagined.

Love My Children First Reader

Teaser:

Toby stepped forward and rested his left hand on Cliff’s shoulder. “You said you wanted to kiss me.”

Cliff looked down at his shoes. “I did.”

“We could start with that.” Toby reached his hand to the back of Cliff’s head and pulled it down. He brushed his lips across Cliff’s and then kissed him at the corner of his mouth. “Is this okay?” He whispered as he brushed their cheeks together and then nibbled Cliff’s earlobe.

“Yes.” Cliff whimpered as fine tremors permeated his body.

Toby drew his cheek back and slowly brushed his lips past Cliff’s again and kissed him gently on the other corner of his mouth.

Cliff followed his mouth and met his lips with his own. His mouth opened as he let out a moan.

Toby slid his tongue in and held Cliff’s face in both hands as he pressed their lips together. As he moved away, he gently grasped Cliff’s bottom lip with his teeth and pulled it with him.

****

“Oh! Oh! Toby!” Cliff pulled his head away and reached for his groin.

“What’s wrong?”

“Toby when you did that, my body … I’m getting…” Cliff pressed his hand down against his growing erection. “Toby, I’m sorry. I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t. Do you trust me, Cliff?”

“Yes,” Cliff squeaked.

“May I touch you?”

Cliff nodded his head. “Mmm hmm.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Cliff. You can tell me to stop at any time, and I will. I promise.”

“Okay. What are you going to do?”

Toby reached down and traced the outline of Cliff’s swelling penis. It extended well down his left thigh. When Toby squeezed, Cliff gasped. “Oh! Oh, my, G … G … God!”

Toby slid his hand along the growing member’s length as he worked it up behind the pocket until it rested just below the belt, then squeezed the head.

Cliff’s knees buckled, and he began to drop to the floor.

“Let’s move you to the sofa,” Toby said, as he grabbed ahold of him. He led Cliff by the hand and sat him down. “Unbuckle your belt and unbutton and unzip your pants.”

“Okay. Toby, I’m so nervous.” He fumbled with the buckle.

Toby moved in front of Cliff and pushed the coffee table back. Then he kneeled down. “It’s okay, Cliff.” He reached for the belt and undid it, then unzipped his fly.

“Now, lift your butt and pull your pants down to your knees.”

Once he’d done it, Toby pulled them down to his ankles.

“Oh, Toby, it’s getting bigger.”

“I can see that. Now, pull your shirt up to your chest and raise your butt.”

When Cliff lifted, Toby began pulling his boxers down, but the head of his penis got stuck in the elastic. Toby reached his hand in and freed it.

“Oh my God!”

“It’s okay, Cliff. You’re doing fine.”

“Toby, the sensations… When you touched me… I can’t believe how it feels. I … I…”

“Just let it happen, Cliff.” Toby pulled his boxers down to join the pants.

“Now, pull off your shirt and slide your hips forward until your butt is at the edge of the sofa. Then put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.”

“Okay,” Cliff squeaked again. As he slid forward, he was forced to spread his legs apart, around Toby’s body.

“Now lean your head back and close your eyes. I want you to focus on what you’re feeling. You don’t have to do anything.”

Cliff did as he was told.

“I’m not going to hurt your, Cliff. I’m going to touch you in different places and in different ways. This can be intense the first time because the pleasure sensations can be overwhelming, so try not to cry out.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll try.”

Toby placed his hands against Cliff’s groin, surrounding his penis and lifting his scrotum with his thumbs.

Cliff jumped. “Oh,” he moaned.

Toby moved his fingers down to beneath Cliff’s nearly lemon-sized balls. When he rhythmically raked the tips of his fingers beneath his sack, Cliff’s shaft lurched upward. Toby watched the shaft pulsate as it filled with blood until it stood erect, hugging Cliff’s abdomen.

Toby drew his fingertips up Cliff’s thighs, up his hairy, rigid abdomen, until he reached his chest.

“Your six-pack, Cliff … it’s so hard, like it’s made from cobblestones and your pecs are solid masses of muscle.” He circled his fingers around Cliff’s nipples and allowed them to linger there as he gently pinched them. One at a time he licked them, leaving a tendril of saliva to his mouth as he blew on them.

With each breath, Cliff’s torso lunged forward.

When Toby drew his fingernails across his nipples, they swelled and hardened, forcing Cliff to grunt with pleasure.

Toby stood up and kicked off his shoes. Then he dropped his pants and briefs and kicked them away. He was semi-erect. He kneeled onto the sofa and then scooted up and slid his butt along Cliff’s thighs. Ending in his lap, he thrust his groin up and down the rigid shaft as his own manhood continued to engorge with blood.

Cliff cried out. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” A bead or pre-cum emerged from the slit of his bulbous glans.

“It’s okay, Cliff.” Toby planted his mouth against Cliff’s parted lips. “Just let it happen.”

“Toby, it’s … it’s … I can’t describe it. Oh, my God! Is that your penis … touching mine?”

Toby pressed a finger to Cliff’s lips. “Hush.”

When Toby drew his fingertips out to just beneath Cliff’s armpits and down his flanks, Cliff moaned again. Then he slid the back of his right hand against Cliff’s belly and drew it forward until his palm pressed against the massive, turgid rod. Focusing his contact along the shaft, he slid it up from the base while pulling it slightly toward him until it pressed against his own.

“Oh, God! Oh, my God! Oh, Toby. Oh, my God!”

By the time his hand reached the glans, it was well above Cliff’s belly button just beneath his breast bone.

“It’s quite large, Cliff.” Holy fuck it’s a monster, Toby screamed to himself inside his head. “There’s a lot here to … how do I say it … to handle. Are you doing okay?”

“Toby. Oh, Toby. Oh, my God. Toby.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

The bead of pre-cum rose up as more began to ooze beneath it. Toby lightly pressed his palm over the forming globule and moved it in circles, spreading Cliff’s natural lubricant over, around, and under the bulbous head.

Again, Cliff’s torso lurched forward. He reached for his cock, but Toby pushed his hands away and then blew a tight stream of air across the glistening slit. Once he had completely coated the head, he wrapped his hand around the glans and slowly slid it downward along both of their shafts.

Cliff’s teeth closed over his upper lip. He grunted as his hips bucked up involuntarily, shoving his shaft through Toby’s barely clenched fist and against Toby’s erection.

As Toby slid farther down, his fingers began to splay apart. Their shafts were simply too thick to be encased by one hand alone.

“Are you okay, Cliff?” Holy fuck! Toby thought. How am I going to get my mouth around him?

“Yeah. Yeah. Don’t stop. Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”

 

I have Raven McAllan visiting today with her new, contemporary, BDSM novel, Darling Doc

Welcome, Raven! Please tell us about your new book release.

Darling Doc

Hi and a big thanks for hosting me today. I tell you, I’m all over excited, because my story, Darling Doc is out.

It’s exciting in more ways than one. Apart from the fact that any book birthday is a great time for celebration—think fizz, chocolate, chair swivel jiggle, yee haaa’s and so on wink— this is doubly so. You see, I was convinced I’d lost my hot writing gene. I thought it had danced away never to return. And that was scary.

Luckily (after more months than I care to think about) it returned.  However, I never thought it would be with a story written in first person. That’s something new. Does it work? That’s up to the readers to decide.

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Cue nail biting

What I can say is I had a ball writing it. From the real life bit (the water bottle), to the ohh what ifs, and getting into my heroine’s mind…it was fun all the way. Like a lot, if not most authors, I can’t write to order. I can only write what my muse tells me. Shouts at me, demands I stop a or b and do x, y or z… or whatever. So when it shouted, oy first person point of view, no one was more surprised than I was. However as I started to write the story I realised that it was the only way to write it.

Through Sandy’s eyes.

This is the result…

Darling Doc teaser

Blurb

This stuff only happens in romance novels….

After a chance meeting on a crowded tram, Sandy has cause to re-evaluate several things.

1, It is perfectly possible to lust after a stranger.

2, It isn’t only fictional heroines who need to carry spare panties.

3, A man’s voice really can almost make you climax in public.

4, Great sex does exist.

5, Being a doctor can complicate things.

When her chance encounter turns up in her surgery, there is only one thing for it. Grab said hunk and the sex on offer with both hands and don’t let go. Alistair isn’t a patient after all… and what two consenting adults get up to in their spare time can’t be love, or can it?

Darling Doc reader

Excerpt:

And a wee tease…

“We aren’t patient and doctor, are we?” he asked in a somewhat serious voice.

I shook my head. What was he getting at? “No, I gave you the info about the chemist as one acquaintance to another.”

“That’s okay then. I can change acquaintance to something else.”

He tugged my hand, and taken unawares I fell forward and my boobs hit his chest with a thump.

Nipples are traitors. Mine hardened and poked into him as if they wanted to bore through to his ribs and beyond. Well, I couldn’t blame them, but this was my surgery for goodness’ sake, and even if he wasn’t a patient, it had to be unethical as … I saw stars.

He’d snuck one arm around me and pulled me so close his cock was doing the same sort of thing as my nipples. Then, he put his mouth to mine, and I was damned sure my panties were damp.

Don’t ask me how long it was before I drew breath, resurfaced, or realized my phone was making noises. I was surrounded both in mind and body by hot, aroused male, and it was fantastic.

“Honey, Doc, your arse is making strange noises, if that doesn’t sound rude.” Alistair had drawn back, and to my mortification, I swayed toward him again. Hells bells, I hope I wasn’t puckered up. That would be too much.

“My?” Surely not? Then I remembered I’d put the office phone on to divert, and my mobile in my pocket ready to head out before Sandie had interrupted my departure. “Oh shit, I bet I’m late for my next place.” I fished the offending item out of my pocket and squinted at the screen. I really must get my eyes tested. It was getting ever harder to see small print. My reading glasses were either not strong enough or too strong, and anyway the lenses were so scratched it was like viewing the world through frosted glass. Handy if I went into the gents’ by mistake (and let’s face it if I had them on, it was as likely as not) but not a lot of good elsewhere.

I managed to make out a text saying time to move.

“Right, I’d better go.” I grabbed my bag, put my shoes back on—when had I kicked those off—and did one of those half polite smiles when you’re not sure what else to do.

He grinned. Really no man should be allowed to get away with an expression like that without appearing stupid. Alistair McCrea just looked sexy.

“Not before I ask you out.”

“What?” I had to stop saying that like a twit. No one would know I had degrees and stuff or a reasonable vocabulary. “Why?”

“Because I want to get into your knickers?” He paused for what I guessed was effect and then winked. “But not tonight. Tonight I’d like to take you out for dinner, and what else I have in mind doesn’t work well on a full stomach.”

Oh shiverooney. Hot sex? Swinging from the chandelier? Sadly no chandeliers around. What else? Now my mind was in overdrive. “Look, I’m not interested in a quick sh—how’s your father. Thanks, but no thanks. I have to remember who I am.” I did my doctor knows best face. He ignored it.

Thank you. Dare I say, but anything else I’m happy to negotiate over? Maybe I’d better not.

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Katze Snow is visiting today with her hot, new, LGBT fantasy / paranormal / erotica novel, Broken in Silence (Demons and Wolves Book #2)!

Welcome, Katze. Your new novel, Broken in Silence, is hot!

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All authors have their own reasons for writing a book. What are yours?

To keep myself afloat in this sometimes suffocating world. For real, that’s why I write: to stay sane. It’s through writing where I am reminded that there’s so much beauty in our world, so many possibilities and random acts of kindness. Writing is more than just my passion. It’s my world.

What would you like readers to take away from your story? Does it contain a message?

One of the main underlying themes throughout my Demons and Wolves series is whether or not monsters are born or created. I am huge on symbolism in my writing and leaving messages for readers who read between the lines. As a reader myself, I love when an author does that and you can piece everything together like a puzzle.

Tanner’s internal struggle with his old self, and the self he was forced to become, is a prime example of “it’s not you, it’s what happened to you”. We all have our demons, some more than others, and I believe that nurture categorically wins over nature. I guess I wanted to reflect this belief through Tanner. Each title of D&W is a message conveying Tanner’s battle with his inner (and physical) demons. The question I’d love for readers to ask themselves is whether or not we [society] create monsters, or are they born? I think one’s response can be extremely eye-opening. It wasn’t until I did an essay on this at college when I looked beyond the nurture vs. nature theory and began to see from various points of view. Personally, I find debates like this invigorating, especially when a book has the ability to really make you think and question things.

Where did you find your inspiration for the story? Was it a person, a current event, something you witnessed, or something else?

Actually, my inspiration came from my debut novel, Alpha’s Bane, in which Tannerian Wulfric was the antagonist. Throughout that book, Tanner was consistently painted as the bad guy. In Broken in Silence, I wanted to change that. Most of my readers had already grown to loathe Tanner. But by showing them that looks can be deceiving, and it’s “within these depths” of our beings that truly matter, I was able to portray Tanner as an anti-hero. It came as a shock to Alpha’s Bane readers, but I love to surprise them. It keeps them on their toes, too!

Sure, Tanner is ruthless, gritty, and certainly unafraid of getting down and dirty. At times, his motives are questionable. But everything that Tanner does is for a reason. There’s a purpose behind ever move and every countermove. He’s usually always one step ahead of everyone, and I love stepping into his mind.

As for Alex Jonas? Let’s just say that Alex has rekindled an old flame within Tanner. A flame that had long since been extinguished, and gives him hope.

Did you face any obstacles or challenges while writing the story and if so, what were they?

Urgh, self-doubt. It doesn’t come as a surprise that as an artist I’m my own worst critic! I think I’m so inadequate as a writer and too young to be in the market. But I am so determined to prove my demons wrong and grab life by the balls.

What have you learned from the main characters in your story?

That Alex doesn’t do as he’s told and Tanner is a force to be reckoned with. In Meadowsin City, nobody is what they seem.

How much emphasis do you put on supporting characters to move the plot of your stories along? Have any of your supporting characters ever gotten their own story? Truthfully, this varies. In Broken in Silence, the supporting characters played a minor role—a distraction of sorts—but throughout the series, they truly start to come into their own. I would even say that they sometimes snag the limelight, which is why I included a surprise at the end of book 2. Readers wanted more, so I gave ‘em more!

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?

Yes, I do. I currently have two books published in cozy mystery and, slowly, I am working on a mainstream crime thriller. This year, I will also be stepping into MM historical fantasy romance. Yup. Me? Writing an actual romance? *gasps* But I am extremely looking forward to this collaboration in particular. Dragons, knights, time travel, shifters, betrayal and love are totally my cup of tea. Or wine. Or vodka. It’ll be a bumpy ride, that’s for sure.

I’d also like to one day try science fiction. I already have 40k words written on a sci-fi WIP. It’s mainstream, but I may switch it up and make it MM. It’s (of course!) really dark and gritty.

What or who influences your writing?

I have so much influence on my writing! From the people I randomly encounter, work colleagues, family, friends (IRL and online), to my favourite authors. I would say that, out of everyone, my parents, best friend Tammy, and friend/fellow author Zoe Perdita have encouraged me the most. I owe everything to them. My Demons and Wolves series certainly wouldn’t exist if not for Zoe. I recommend readers check out her paranormal romance series, Haven City. It was this series that not only changed my life, but introduced me to MM four years ago.

What is your writing process? Are you a patnser or a plotter, or a little of both?

My process? Uhhh… I “research” online, and by research I generally goof around on Facebook or watch movies for “inspiration”. I find it incredibly difficult to get into the writing zone. My usual bursts of inspiration normally attack me around 2 AM or while I’m at my desk at work. But I will say that when I am in the zone and feeling motivated by my characters, I write a LOT and it feels so amazing. Probably one of the best feelings in the world to me.

As for plotting. Well, when I first started writing, I didn’t really plot all that much. I was able to just write and see what happened. But when I started to publish, my worlds manifested into something so complex and huge that I had to start planning ahead. Plus, those darn plot bunnies are always sneaking up on me!

Do you have any author idols and if so, how would you like to meet them?

Oh! Yes. As I said, Zoe Perdita would be my number #1 author to meet. I’d also really love to meet JK Rowling. She was a huge part of my childhood and her work brought my closer to so many people.

Within MM, I’d LOVE to meet Ashleigh McLaughlan, Grein Murray, Annabella Michaels, Aimee Walker, Raissa Phoenix, Emily Jean, Nicholas Bella, Dawn Doyle, Kaje Harper, Christine Wright, Sloan Kennedy… So. Many. More. I could seriously go on and on as I have too many to list. There are a lot of wonderful and genuinely kind authors in MM.

What are your three favorite books by other authors and why? You don’t have to limit this to three. (I know I can’t.)

Strain by Amelia Gormley. This was the second MM book I ever read and it was… Man, it was so beautifully written. Love it! It also inspired my scifi WIP.

Tiger’s Den by Zoe Perdita. I’ve mentioned countless times in our community that this was the book that saved my life. During a deep, terrifying depression that nearly took my life, this book saved me. I still don’t know what made me pick up a book when I so badly wanted to no longer exist. But I did. And I was so, so glad because it was the first time I’d laughed in several weeks.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. This is my go-to book when I’m feeling sad or lonely. I just love this book and have read it waaaay too many times. I love all of the movie adaptions.

What do you do in your down time to feed your soul?

I watch movies with my furbabies, Kiba and Juno, snuggled up at my side. I curl up to a book/my laptop with a delicious cup of coffee and some snacks. I visit my family, catch up with friends, go for a walk and be around nature. Listen to music. Buy new clothes. I also hang out with my friend and her new baby. Babies and animals bring such joy and love to our world! I’m quite boring, really. I have a small circle of friends and family in real life, but I can honestly say that they’re friggin’ awesome for putting up with me—especially my down days where I shut the world off.

What’s next on your literary horizon?

The MM dragon romance I mentioned. I cannot WAIT to write this! The world will be complex but utterly riveting, as will the characters and plot. Extremely excited to start writing this in April.

What is important in your life and why?

Being surrounded by good energy and loving people. When I moved out at 16, I have spent a lot of time on my own, and while I do love that, I’ve grown to miss the company of friends and family. So, this year, I have decided to really change my life around. I’m focusing on being around my loved ones, ensuring my furkids are happy and healthy, and that I’m living instead of just existing. Also, my writing is one of the most important things to me. If not for my writing or my online “FB Katze family”, I’m not sure where I would be right now. So, thank you to everyone who is sharing this journey with me. Love you all!

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Blurb:

Tannerian Wulfric is a leader—a strong alpha who bows to no-one, especially those who try to undermine his authority.

When an opportunity arises, he grabs it with both hands and lets nothing get in his way. Trouble is, his brother has been caught in the crossfire of glorious retribution, and Tanner is in need of assistance.

For many years, Alex Jonas has lived his life in peace. But when fate lands him in the hands of his ex-lover and alpha, he finds himself in the centre of a feud he never knew existed, and must immerse himself in ways he had never imagined. One chance encounter, one night, and everything comes crashing down around him. Alex must fight for his life while Tanner fights for one thing and one thing only—vengeance, which has never tasted sweeter.

Can Tanner avenge his family’s death without spilling more blood? Or will his inner demon tear apart everything he has worked for, and lose the man who owns his heart?

Excerpt:

Tanner’s hands grasped Alex’s clothes, and the fire mage wriggled out of his jeans, socks and Converse. He pulled Alex’s jumper and shirt over his shoulders, saw that Alex had indeed come prepared—a metallic butt plug poked out, just slightly, from his deliciously tight ass.

Tanner grinned and found the mage’s lips again, sucking and biting on the lower one. It didn’t feel like their usual kind of fucking. It wasn’t loud or messy or inventive. This time, it felt much deeper than that. They didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with the sound of their teasing or Tanner’s orders like they normally did.

Only the sound of skin brushing against skin could be heard within the dark room, then Alex moaned as Tanner worked his way south, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his fully erect cock. He was going to fuck this boy so hard he wouldn’t be able to sit for a month, let alone sneeze.

Tanner devoured Alex’s cock. His inner wolf immediately lurched to the surface, its black eyes and head glistening in the murkiness of his thoughts, licking its lips as fiercely as he lapped at Alex. He tried to go slower, tried to brace himself and savour the moment, but the sensation was irresistible. He wanted Alex now and, Shadow Ball be damned, at that moment, it was all he’d ever wanted.

Alex’s hands snaked around Tanner’s head, curling in his dark hair. Tanner hummed along Alex’s shaft, glanced up, and saw that the fire mage’s eyes glowed as fiercely as an inextinguishable flame. Not even his darkness could overpower it. The thought tipped him over the edge. He sucked harder, faster. His fingers crept under Alex’s balls and teased, circled, and pressed into them, but no, he wasn’t ready to give in.

Alex gasped as Tanner released his cock and wiped the pre-cum from his mouth with the back of his hand. He threw off his own sweater and grabbed Alex by the top of his thighs. He tugged the fire mage closer so that he was positioned on top of Tanner’s lap, his ass exposed to the night air. He pulled the plug from Alex’s swollen hole and expertly angled it as he thrust it inside again, flicking it against his prostate. He repeated it to the sound of Alex’s moans, just moving it an inch and then back again, and the fire mage bucked so that the plug hit his sweet spot every time.

Tanner pulled the plug out with a plop and leant towards Alex’s splayed ass cheeks. He dived into his hole with his hot tongue, prodding hungrily and then circling the puckered ring while Alex quivered on his back…

Katze Snow – author graphic

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I have Beth D. Carter visiting today with her hot, new, paranormal romance novel, Recover Me!

Welcome, Beth. Your new novel, Recover Me, sounds intriguing.

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All authors have their own reasons for writing a book. What are yours?

I came up with this story about two years ago based off an old Olivia Newton-John song called Recovery (Physical album 1981). The song is about a woman who has decided to live in her mind, her fantasy world, to avoid all the pain in the real world.  The chorus goes like this: “Don’t worry about my recovery, ‘Cause lover, you won’t recover me, I’m not too low, I’m not too high, I’ll get by makin’ my recovery”

If you listen to the lyrics they are really amazing and speak on a level most songs don’t touch upon…mental illness.  I love the song and obviously I got the title from the chorus.

What would you like readers to take away from your story? Does it contain a message? 

I touch upon a few things in this story…addiction, mental illness, past lives, hope and despair. My heroes and heroines aren’t perfect, but then none of us are, and if I hope if anyone finds a message in this story it’s that you should never give up.

Where did you find your inspiration for the story? Was it a person, a current event, something you witnessed, or something else?

The past life aspect of this story came about early on, obviously with the title of Recover Me, but then I had to ask questions like how does Evie reveal this past life? How does she keep connecting to it? When she’s in a coma, does she really experience this or is it just a drug induces hallucination? I wanted to find the right voice her for because I was dealing with some serious issues. My good friend CR Moss let me bounce ideas off her for about two years and she was a great cheerleader for me to finally write this story.

Did you face any obstacles or challenges while writing the story and if so, what were they?

I had to do a lot of research about sleeping pills, their addiction rate, and how they operated on the brain. I wanted to stay as authentic to what Evie was feeling as possible.

What have you learned from the main characters in your story?

To never give up! LOL! Like I said, it took me two years to write this and I couldn’t be more proud of it.  And Jay Aheer gave me an amazing cover to present to the world.

How much emphasis do you put on supporting characters to move the plot of your stories along? Have any of your supporting characters ever gotten their own story?

I have a lot of Easter Eggs in my books.  The mob boss, Sherman Groto, first made an appearance in my time travel book “When Lightning Strikes”. In that book, the hero Micah John goes to the underground fight because he gets a “tip” who’s going to win. It’s the same fight where Evie and Bishop meet.

Every secondary character I write I do it with the idea in the back of my head that I may or may not expand him or her.  In my MC series The Forbidden Rebels, I’m nursing a thought that hitman Masterson (who was in book 3 and will be in book 4) may get his own story at some point.

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?

I write MF and Menage stories, but I do have a pen name who writes MM paranormal romances. So if you think I’m not putting out much content, it’s probably because I’m going back and forth with what I’m writing.

What or who influences your writing?

Music is my biggest influence.  I love lyrics that really hit home, that have a powerful meaning behind them. My favorite band is/was Linkin Park because the lyrics to their music were so emotional. Chester Bennington’s suicide hit me hard and if you listen to their last album, One More Light, you come to realize it was either one big cry for help or the most elegant of suicide notes.

What is your writing process? Are you a patnser or a plotter, or a little of both?

I’m a little of both.  Mostly a pantser, though. I’ll go through and give a few sentences to outline what needs to go into the chapter, but for the most part I have an idea in my head of where the story needs to go and what I have to do get there.

Do you have any author idols and if so, how would you like to meet them?

I would love to sit down with Judith Tarr and pick her brain. Likewise with Lynn Flewelling, JK Rowland, and Cassandra Clare. Sometimes I’m in awe when I realize I’m Facebook friends with Sam Cresent, Laurann Dohner and Phoebe Conn. I’d love to meet them in a one on one setting so I can just ask them questions, get their autographs and fangirl out.

What are your three favorite books by other authors and why? You don’t have to limit this to three. (I know I can’t.)

  1. Transcendence by Shay Savage (OMG…seriously. This is a must read book!)
  2. The Reluctant Dom by Timber Dalton (If you don’t like crying don’t read this book. It’s so heartfelt and emotional, but such a beautiful love story of starting over)
  3. Avaryan Rising by Judith Tarr (This book really made me want to be the best writer I could be.)

What do you do in your down time to feed your soul?

I have the most romantic bestest partner in life. Saturday is our day. We try to do something amazing, like hiking through the mountains or panning for gold or curling up together to binge watch Netflix.  I’ve always believed in soul mates but hadn’t found mine until the day he walked into my life. He’s my best friend, my lover, my everything.

What’s next on your literary horizon?

One of my publishers are going out of business so I’ve regained my rights to those books. Since most of them were published early in career, they’re obviously horrible.  LOL! I go through and read some of what I wrote and I shudder. I’ve learned so much since their publication so many years ago that I am reworking the stories, adding to them, making them better in hopes of republishing them.

As for new material, there are two books I have to write in 2018: Book 4 in my Forgotten Rebels MC series, which is Church’s story. I’ve started on it and have some big revelations coming out. The second story is another anthology story for Beachwalk Press.  This is one is called Love at the End of the World, and I’m excited to be working again with Ashlynn Monroe, Imogene Nix, and Jaye Shields.

What is important in your life and why?

My son. My boyfriend. I absolutely love my life. I’m blessed with the ability to write and have the platform to perfect my craft, and I’m so honored to be in such wonder company with all the other authors I can talk to and get support from.

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Blurb:

Evie Duncan’s dreams are slowly taking over her life. Every night she falls in love with the man invading her subconscious, playing out scenes from a past life.  It becomes harder and harder to wake and leave her dream man behind.

Bishop Kain has devoted his life to protecting crime boss Sherman Groto, but when he spots Evie at an underground fight, all he can think about is her.  He tries to keep his distance, but like a moth to a flame, she’s a siren he can’t resist.

Danger is coming for Evie and her salvation lies somewhere in the truth of her past life.  If Bishop can save her, he may be the one man who can bring her into the light…and for once, she might be willing to stay there.

Excerpt:

“Who are you?” he asked.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached up with her free hand and her fingertips lightly traced over his cheek. Fire shot through him from the innocent, delicate exploration and he couldn’t help himself from backing her up until she hit the wall. It was much the same position he’d rescued her from not more than a few minutes earlier, but this time her body language was completely different. Her lips parted, her nipples beaded, and she arched her back toward him. Bishop fitted himself against her, sliding his thigh between her legs to hold her firmly against his body. Every bit of him thrummed to life and he’d never ached so desperately to possess a woman. He wanted to sink his hard cock into her womanly depths and ride her until she screamed his name. The arena, the fight, his job … all of it faded as he stared into her dark, fathomless eyes.

He let go of her arm to sink his fingers into her hair. He tilted her face up to his so he could study her face in an effort to determine why she felt so familiar.

“I didn’t think you were real,” she whispered. “I thought you were only a fantasy.”

“Who are you?” he demanded once more.

“Don’t you remember me?”

Slowly, he shook his head. The urge to kiss her was an overwhelming battle he lost. He bent his head. Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders.

“John,” she breathed.

The name jolted him out of whatever euphoria the girl had cast around him. He pulled back from her and grabbed her forearms to prevent her from hugging him.

“My name isn’t John,” he said harshly. Hearing another man’s name drop from her lips had twisted a spike in his gut, and damned if he wanted to analyze that too closely. “It’s Bishop Kain. Now come on. Mr. Groto wants to see you.”

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When Lightning Strikes Twice has been published

I’m so very pleased to announce the release of When Lightning Strikes Twice, the third book in my Lightning Series, only from Evernight Publishing.

When Lightning Strikes Twice

Discharged from intensive care after an invasion and attempt on their lives, Jason and Aaron return to their home, but it has become a militarized, cocooned compound with a new security force and support staff hired to ensure that their dream for Nathan’s Promise, an LGBTQ physical rehab center, becomes a reality.

Friends both old and new join them, and in the ensuing days and weeks, Nathan’s Promise begins to take shape. Jason experiences a bittersweet reunion with his beloved barn animals, and romance between two of their new friends burns to a fevered pitch, an ex-Marine comes out to his father, and a mass-casualty event ensues.

Jason, Aaron, and the remaining survivors struggle to treat the wounded before time runs out, but a freezing rainstorm has grounded their rescue by helicopter. Who will survive until morning? Has fate forced them to concede that their dream for the LGBTQ community has been shattered? And will the prediction of a new nemesis make their lives a hell on earth?

Be Warned: m/m sex, rimming, sex toys

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Excerpt:

With Shane’s legs spread apart in a slight frog-like position, Braden had unrestricted access to Shane’s cock, balls, and anus.

He poured warm oil over Shane’s hairy, muscular gluteal mounds and drizzled it down his butt crack until it emerged to cover his scrotum and then overflowed onto his cock shaft, eventually bleeding into the sheet. He climbed onto the table and kneeled between Shane’s thighs. Then he grasped each cheek firmly and began to push them up and out, exposing his anus. He began to knead the cheeks and pull them apart as he barely grazed his thumbs across the opening of Shane’s hole. Shane’s breathing changed from a steady rhythm to intermittent short gasps whenever Braden’s thumbs found their mark.

When he focused his fingers in circular motions around the outer sphincter, Shane gasped, lifted his head, and then fell back to sleep. Ever so gently, Braden began to make the circles smaller and smaller until the outer sphincter relaxed and opened on its own. He rubbed the pad of his middle fingertip up and down the opening and slowly worked it in. He drizzled more oil over his finger and watched it slide into the opening as he advanced ever so slightly, repeating the circular motion until he met the resistance of the internal sphincter, but soon, it, too, opened and invited Braden to explore the depths of Shane’s erogenous zone.

Shane began to moan softly in his sleep as Braden advanced deeper and deeper until he found the spongy, twin-mounds of his prostate. He reached down with his other hand and rubbed his thumb in a circular motion just beneath the back of Shane’s glans, along the frenum and then traced his thumb up under his sack to the base of the shaft. Shane’s cock began to swell and grow as it crept along the sheet like a turtle extending its head from its shell.

Braden reached under the shaft and lifted it from the sheet as he began to massage the head between his fingertips and his thumb, and then advanced his other finger deeper until it again pressed against Shane’s growing prostate.

When Shane’s moans deepened, Braden slid his fingers along the cock shaft to the base and back up to the tip, repeating the motion and intensifying the pressure. He was rewarded by the appearance of a bead of clear nectar, which he leaned down and licked with his tongue.

Shane opened his eyes. “Braden, oh, my, God. What are you doing to me? It’s so good. It’s so good. Don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop.”

“Is this really good for you, Shane?”

“Yes. Yes, it’s wonderful. It’s amazing. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“There’s so much more I can do for you, if you want me to, or do you want to come now?”

“God, how can you make me choose? I could go on like this forever, but I want to come so badly. It’s so wonderful. So wonderful. My asshole is vibrating. It’s beautiful. Beautiful. I never knew I could experience such pleasure. There’s such a warmth deep inside my groin, and it’s spreading out all through my body and there’s a tingling that’s starting inside my cock. It’s inside my prostate and my balls, too. You’re a devil. You’re a devil, Braden.”

Braden leaned down again and sucked the glans of Shane’s cock into his mouth as he began to rub his prostate in circular motions. A stream of sweet and musky nectar was expelled from the slit, followed by a steady trickle. Shane curled his toes and lifted his head, shaking it from side to side.

“So good. It’s so good, Braden. God, you’re incredible. I want to come so bad. I need to come. I need to come!”

“But, do you want to come … now? That’s all I need to know, Shane. We’ve only grazed the surface of what I can do for you, but if you really want to come now, I’ll give it to you.”

“Devil! You devil! I want to come, but I don’t. I want more. I want more. I can’t believe there can be more than this. It’s impossible. You’re a liar. You’re a liar, Braden. There can’t be more than this. There can’t be. It would kill me. You’d kill me.”

“Do you want to experience something more intense than this, Shane? Do you?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, yes!”

“Very well.”

Braden returned his mouth to Shane’s cock and began to suck. He pressed deeper with his finger against his prostate. Then he added a second finger, spreading Shane’s anus apart even further. He began sliding his fingers in and out past the sphincters as he sucked harder and harder against Shane’s straining shaft. When his fingers were buried to their hilt, he tapped Shane’s prostate three times. Then he added a third finger, stretching Shane to the limits of his tolerance. Then he stopped.

“What are you doing? Why’d you stop? Don’t stop!”

“To give you a break, Shane. I want this to build and build. I sensed you could come at any second, but I want to make this last for you, Shane.”

“Oh, my, God. I can’t take it!”

“But you want to take it. You want to. Trust me. You said you trust me, right, Shane?”

“Yes, but why are you torturing me?”

“I’m not torturing you, Shane, I’m preparing you.”

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Second Go-Round, a hot, new, contemporary romance novel by Lynn Burke is now available!

Don’t miss the giveaway below!

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Second Go-Round

Elite Escorts #2

Contemporary Erotic Romance, Suspense

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art

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Blurb:

Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.

Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.

With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.

*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toys

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Excerpt:

Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.

“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.

I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.

“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.”

“I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.

“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.

“Comfy enough.”

Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.

“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.

My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.

My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.

“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.

He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.

My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”

Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”

“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me.

Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears.

I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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Hot new release, The Dreamboat, by E. D. Parr is now available!

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Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he gazes down on the city below from his sky barge The Dreamboat, he wonders why, in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.

Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper. New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the love of a handsome man.

As soon as he sets eyes on Indigo, his heart races and his body betrays his pent up needs.

Here is the man of his dreams. What can Darian do as the warlock gathers his magic to cast a spell that will bring him another man?

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Indigo didn’t sleep well for three nights after meeting Darian. On the fourth night he didn’t sleep at all. His sexual needs beat at him, until he couldn’t think straight. His desire burned until all he could think about was fucking. He pushed his breakfast around on his plate the next morning. That day he stalked the corridors of The Dreamboat eschewing meetings and focused only on the security arrangements for the queen’s celebrations. At sixteen hundred hours he called Milan to his side.

“Will you make an appointment at Temptations for me? Twenty-three hundred hours will be good.”

Milan’s gentle smile comforted him. “One, Two, or Three, sir?”

Indigo shook his head slowly. His desire threatened to overwhelm him. Nearly crazed with sexual need, Indigo needed to deal with it or be incomplete for weeks to come. “All of them. Thank you.”

Moments later, Milan returned. “You’re expected at Temptations, twenty-three hundred hours as you requested. Permit me to take you there and wait to bring you home?”

“Yes, of course.”

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Temptations buzzed with chatter and thumped with music in the main downstairs room. People danced, some grinding their bodies against each other’s.

A host met Indigo. “It’s been a while, sir. I trust you are well. Your requested companions are ready.”

Indigo nodded. He silently followed the host to the upstairs room where beautiful men he knew only by a number would slake his desires that night.

The host left him.

Indigo wore only a belted kilt and ankle length hooded cloak over his naked body. He stepped out of his soft suede ankle boots, and waited, his cock already half-erect with anticipation.

Gorgeous men entered the room, their naked bodies muscled, their eyes dark with desire, they came to Indigo silently.

Indigo savored their looks, big cocks already filling out into erections. His admiring gaze raked over the men, their lush dark hair, soft and well-cut, blue eyes, gray eyes, smooth skin free of body hair, and his cock jerked as his stomach tightened. He loved men. These men were the best of Temptations male brothel, and they’d serviced him once before a year ago. He sighed recalling the satisfaction. The night sparkled with promise. He watched with growing sexual hunger.

One carried a tray and placed it on the table away from the huge low bed. On the tray—a carafe of water so cold it misted the glass, sachets of lube, condoms, sex toys, tissues, and a wine glass.

One unclipped Indigo’s cloak and after grazing his lips on Indigo’s, he brought the cloak to a freestanding rail and hung it.

A low murmur of appreciation fell from Indigo’s mouth as he savored the fleeting kiss from One’s perfect lips.

Two knelt and traced his fingertips up and down Indigo’s legs, reaching his balls and circling feather light touches there that made Indigo’s cock fill out in a delicious slow sensation.

Indigo closed his eyes with lust as his stomach tightened and jerked his cock when Two stroked the backs of his thighs.

Three took the belt from Indigo’s kilt as One slid his hands around Indigo’s face and held him fast kissing him hungrily. The kiss seared desire through Indigo and he slid his palms along the satiny skin of One’s muscled chest with a groan.

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