Check out GORGON’S VENGEANCE ~ Demons On Wheels MC 2, the newest release by Ravenna Tate

 

Gorgon’s Vengeance

Blurb:

Chloe Dolan’s life is perfect. She’s the MC President’s old lady, she loves to dance at Scotty’s Place—the strip club the MC owns and operates, and she and Gorgon are deeply in love. But Chloe’s perfect life falls apart one night after her last set when she spots her abusive ex-boyfriend, Brad, in the crowd. He’s been gone a year, but now it appears he’s back to stay.

As Gorgon and the MC Brothers deal with the fallout from a turf war, they have their hands full from the Outlaw Dogs MC. In the meantime, Brad is stalking Chloe. He’s sending notes to the club, and every time Chloe goes into town, she spots him. Eventually, Chloe is reduced to hiding inside the club.

When the power goes out during a tornado warning, Brad breaks into the club. Can Gorgon save the only woman he’s ever loved?

Excerpt:

Chloe never ceased to be amazed that she could become so aroused, so quickly, whenever Gorgon was near her. All he had to do was look into her eyes, or call her “Chloe” instead of her stage name.

His dark eyes bored into hers, filled with lust and love. Chloe licked her lips and brushed one hand down his back, over his ass, and around the front of his jeans to massage his bulge through the fabric. “I don’t want to think about scary things anymore tonight.”

Gorgon grunted, cupped her face, and bent his head for a rough kiss. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, chasing away the demons in her mind. Gone were the horrible memories of what Brad had put her through, and the shock of seeing him tonight. Instead, Chloe let go and welcomed the heady sensation of being taken by the man she loved.

He moved his mouth to her neck, planting tiny bites there. “Get your clothes off, baby. I need to fuck you now.”

Chloe peeled off her tank top and shorts, tossing them across the room. He grasped her breasts and squeezed them together in his strong hands. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

It had taken her weeks after arriving here to stop trembling in his presence. His dark hair, so soft to the touch, hung down to his shoulders when he didn’t have it tied back. The hairstyle gave him an unruly, lawless appearance that had both excited and frightened her at first.

“I’m gonna explode, baby. On your knees. Take out my dick.”

Her pussy was soaking wet. She loved it when Gorgon spoke to her this way, because she knew how much he loved her. It wasn’t rude or abusive in her mind. This was just his way. He’d lie down in front of a train for her. When he commanded her like this, it turned her on something fierce because there was love and devotion behind it, not fear or oppression.

Chloe dropped to her knees and rubbed her chin over his bulge, teasing him. He grabbed her hair and tugged, hard. “Chloe, dammit … I’m fucking dying here.”

She undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He never wore underwear, so she took care not to catch anything as she eased the jeans down his rock-hard thighs. His cock was red, swollen, and already slick with pre-cum. “You’ve missed me, Billy, haven’t you?”

“Baby, I always miss you. Suck me hard. Swallow my cum.”

Chloe slid her tongue up and down the shaft, enjoying the contrast between the veins and the satiny skin. Gorgon moaned loudly, tugging on her hair to move her closer. “Come on, baby. Don’t tease me. You know what I want.”

She knew, but the power it gave her to hold back was as much of a rush as the actual act. Chloe licked his balls before swirling her tongue over his shaft again. When she finally took him into her mouth, he groaned loudly and pushed his dick all the way inside.

After relaxing her throat muscles, she curled her lips around her teeth and let him fuck her with the entire length. Chloe massaged his balls with one hand and teased the soft skin between his sac and upper thighs with the other. She always gave her man what he liked.

Her hair hurt from him pulling on it so hard, and her mouth was sore, but she didn’t mind. This domination was what she loved. Because when it was over, he’d hold her all night and caress her skin, telling her over and over how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her. Things he’d never say unless they were alone. Words he spoke only to her, intimacies shared only between them.

Gorgon’s Vengeance

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Ravenna Tate lives in the Midwest where it’s cold six months out of the year, but inside her stories you’ll find plenty of heat. The sex is hot, the men are alpha, and the women give them a run for their money.

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In His Hands, a new release, from one of my favorite people, author, Raven McAllan

In His Hands

Blurb:

In Monsoon season, in Hong Kong, anything can happen… even so, the last thing Caness Clacher expected was to meet a Dom. The very man who made her want to sink to her knees and say, “Yes, Sir.”

Unbeknown to Caness, Patrick Lim had waited a long time to claim her as his sub.

Without electricity and with a monsoon raging, it’s time to explore their desires. Will the elements work in their favor or not?

Only time—and a scene—will tell.

In His Hands

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/in-his-hands-by-raven-mcallan/

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074HG6D3X/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&qid=1501738117&sr=8-1&keywords=Raven+McAllan&linkCode=sl1&tag=face0fb1-20&linkId=9e9ac71f557e399760732595c84d9052

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An interview with author, Lynn Burke, about her HOT, New, Contemporary Novel, Abel’s Obsession

Welcome, Lynn! Your new novel, Abel’s Obsession, about a young Amish man’s obsession with a red-headed “English” woman sounds exciting. Characters with internal struggles are some of my favorites!

Abel’s Obsession

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

If I didn’t listen to the voices in my head, I’d probably end up a wino. 😉

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

Seeking TRUTH outside of what people are taught as a child take courage, but the results will set you free.

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

Abel Beiler’s story came about while visiting my parents in Amish country this past April. While leaving for home early Sunday morning, I pulled up to a stop sign at a four-way intersection as horses labored to pull their Amish owners and families in their buggies to Sunday worship.

One young man in an open buggy sat to my right at the stop sign, unsmiling, leaning forward, elbows on knees and reins slack in his hands. I had this overwhelming urge to smile at him, trying to bring a little sunshine to his miserable countenance.

My plan didn’t work, and even though I was in an SUV with 3 children, the idea of Abel and Dani slammed into my brain, occupying my thoughts the whole way home. I voice-to-text in my phone’s notepad off and on the entire seven hour ride back to Massachusetts as Abel whispered his struggle to find himself in my brain.

Abel’s Obsession is by far the raunchiest story I’ve written to date, and I’m hoping the most eye-opening as well. An oppressed life isn’t a joyful one, and finding the strength to free yourself isn’t always easy. Neither is the choice to take wing and fly.

What or who influences your writing?

I enjoy people watching and imagining how they’ve gotten to where they are. It’s amazing how much the imagination takes over and sprouts new story ideas.

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

I’m a plotter to the core. I also write my first drafts by hand (one scene at a time) and do a first round of edits when entering them into the computer. Makes for a cleaner first doc draft.

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

Roni Loren – YES! It’s because of her that ‘Lynn’ was born.

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.)

Roni Loren – Nothing Between Us, because DAMN.

Keri Lake – Ripple Effect, because no greater dark romance exists on this planet.

A Song of Ice and Fire series – George R. R. Martin, because I’m a fantasy loving fan girl through and through.

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

Read, garden, cook.

Blurb:

A young man of religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler has every intention of honoring his parents and being baptized into the Amish church. The woman with red curls and flashing green eyes in the back of a convertible, however, makes Abel wonder what life with the English might be like.

He strives to withstand temptation, but the memory of the woman he yearns to dominate, coupled with the explicit images in his cousin’s filthy magazine, threatens his restraint.

Red, his sinful obsession, haunts his shameful dreams and becomes a secret part of his life. When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.

Excerpt:

Much later and hoarse from singing for two hours, my curiosity overrode my better sense, and I followed Eli into the hayloft of their barn. While I held the kerosene lamp, he climbed high into the rafters and returned with a magazine clutched in his hand.

“Got this from my new English friend, Toby.” He sat on a bale, opened the magazine, and turned it toward me.

Lust kicked me in the gut, and I couldn’t speak.

A naked woman lay spread eagle and bound by ropes to a bed, a blindfold and some sort of ball gag in her mouth. A man loomed over her, whip in hand. Tear streaks lined the woman’s face. Red slashes marked her thighs. Wetness coated the pink folds of her sex, glistening, and set my mouth to watering.

The image burned into my brain—submission in an entirely different way than the Old Order’s definition of the word. Spirituality is submission, is what had been reiterated in my ears since childhood. Self-surrender. The willingness to give up oneself to the community and Gott’s chosen leaders.

I soaked in the sinful picture, and for the first time in my life wanted power. Wanted control. I wanted a woman’s submission like the man in leather beside her owned. Unable to tear my gaze off the image, I struggled to swallow.

“Didn’t know people actually did this shit.”

Eli’s curse, the first I had heard from him, barely registered past the blood rushing in my ears. My body tensed as longing to be the man standing over that woman, whip in hand raced through me faster than any thoroughbred—or car.

The image of Red flashed in my mind, and suddenly it was her bound to the bed in the picture, breathing heavily, trembling, and begging for me…

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Lightning’s Hidden Menace has received its first review!

I’m so excited to share this review of my newest novel, Lightning’s Hidden Menace, with you. The novel was first available on Amazon, Evernight Publishing, and BookStrand, and now it’s available through Smashwords and Barns and Noble!

Lightning’s Hidden Menace

This reader seemed to capture the essence of what I hoped to achieve for Aaron and Jason’s relationship. Thank you Leo F!

The review:

“I melted the moment Jason found himself back in Aaron’s arms. The author really has a knack for making you feel the warmth, emotion, and lust between the lead lovers. I was surprised, then, when the novel took a darker turn. But then I was hooked, because while the first book painted such a loving, passionate, happy picture of jarhead meets jock, this book took me to a much deeper place as suspenseful as it is erotic.

The sex scenes don’t disappoint. In fact, they are even edgier than before, caught between the ecstasy of unbridled bliss and a gut-wrenching struggle to survive. The medical details and intense description of what is happening put a razor’s edge on a plot that strikes like lightning when you least expect it. It’s titillation mixed with trauma and true love’s kiss at the bottom of the foxhole. There’s even a twisted scene that caught me off guard – it’s unforgettable and left me hard as a rock.

All I can say is get ready for the ride of your life. From an author that really knows how to play your heartstrings and make you believe in love again, I was taken to places I totally didn’t expect not only through shocking plot twists, but also when romance is found in the tender moments you wouldn’t expect. Get this book! And if you didn’t read the first one (From Lightning to Love), I’d definitely recommend reading it first – it will only heighten the shock and awe when you get to this one.”

Leo F.

 

 

Lightning’s Hidden Menace, Book 2 in the Lightning Series, has been published

I’m so pleased to announce that Lightning’s Hidden Menace has been published and is now available through Amazon, Evernight Publishing, and BookStrand.

Lightning’s Hidden Menace Cover

Blurb:

Jason cannot believe that Aaron, the man whose life he saved and who helped him break free from PTSD, has suddenly returned to him. Healed, whole, and ready to renew their growing love, they begin to plan a future together. With their first night of torrid lovemaking, they dream of many more, but fate is against them.

A dark nemesis from Jason’s past reappears with lethal intent, driven by a grudge from having been disgraced by a military tribunal. The fallout for Jason and Aaron is far-reaching and heart-wrenching and tears into the fabric of the life they have so carefully begun to weave.

When hatred strikes in a barrage of gunfire, they are left fighting for their lives. Their only focus is to take back what has been ripped away from them; their only hope, that the strength of their love will be enough.

Excerpt:

“You look beautiful,” Aaron said as Jason approached the bed.

“So do you. How did I get so lucky?”

“Luck had nothing to do with it, baby. You saved my life. You were kind to me, and you took care of me, and day by day, I fell more and more in love with you, and now you’re stuck with me.” Aaron opened his arms, and Jason climbed into them.

“I can live with that.”

As they began to kiss, Aaron rolled Jason onto his back. “Now let me take care of you for a change.”

“Just go slow, Aaron, and remember, just because I can’t go for too long doesn’t mean that I don’t want to.”

“Yes, baby. I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“I’m all yours, Aaron.”

“Yes, you’re mine.”

Aaron rolled to his side and began to slowly run the back of his fingertips across the thick, trimmed hair that covered Jason’s chest, lingering over each nipple when he crossed them. Then he moved it up and down his belly, barely making contact, raising goosebumps. “I could do this for hours, baby, but I know I’d be pushing it, and I don’t want to put too much stress on you.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just…”

“Hush, my love, I know,” he answered as he covered Jason’s mouth with his own.

He ran his fingertips through the manicured lawn above Jason’s growing shaft and then cupped his balls into his palm, gently squeezing and massaging them.

Jason’s lips parted. As he let out a moan, Aaron drove his tongue deep inside Jason’s mouth.

“Baby, I could come just like this,” Jason moaned again as he pulled his mouth away.

“Is that what you want?”

“No, I want to come with you inside me.”

“Then I’ll make that happen.”

Aaron slid himself down along the length of Jason’s body until his face hovered above his shaft. He lowered his head and gently squeezed his balls as if he was testing the ripeness of an orange, just enough to bring the first drop of sweet nectar to the surface. When it appeared at the slit in the head, he flicked the tip of his tongue across it, lifting the drop as it emerged. Immediately, he encircled the reddened helmet with his mouth and began to flick his tongue around the corona and down the frenum. Then he began to suck.

Jason’s body spasmed. “Oh! Oh, my! Aaron.”

Aaron rose to his knees and pivoted around while moving his right thigh across Jason’s chest until he straddled it. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and slid down the shaft, deep throating it until his nose became buried in Jason’s balls.

Jason lifted his head and pulled Aaron’s sack into his mouth as he nuzzled his nose behind it, inhaling Aaron’s musk.

Aaron sucked Jason’s shaft hard as he pulled up and lingered over the crown, and then he released it for a moment. “Oh, Jason, your scent. It drives me wild.”

Instinctively, Jason spread open his thighs when Aaron began to milk his shaft with his mouth. When Aaron reached down and began to circle his middle finger around Jason’s hole, Jason groaned and tightened his abdominal muscles, causing his hips to roll upward. “Ow! Aaron, help me. It’s pulling on my ribs.”

“Where the chest tube was?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” Aaron grasped Jason’s butt cheeks with his hands, spreading them apart, while he slid his mouth from the head and traced his tongue downward along the underside of Jason’s shaft. When he reached his balls, he mouthed them one at a time, rolling them against his tongue. Then he moved down further, licking along the shaft as it ran beneath the base of his pelvis until he reached Jason’s clenching hole. In one long motion, he spread his tongue wide and licked along the crack from the base of Jason’s cock and across the hole, until he came out the other end. Then he tightened his tongue into a lance and began to drive it against Jason’s outer sphincter, jabbing and wiggling it as he went until it relented and opened itself to him.

Jason’s body began to tremble and lurch in time with Aaron’s advances. Guttural sounds erupted from his throat as Aaron devoured him like a predator feasting over a fresh kill. The louder Jason became, the more Aaron was driven into a feeding frenzy as he sucked and slurped and swallowed until he breached the final barrier.

Aaron pulled away and reached for a bottle of lube. He popped it open and squeezed a huge glop over his fingers, then wiggled his middle finger against the outer sphincter of Jason’s hole at the same moment he dove down on his shaft again and began to suck, feverishly. Jason’s hole puckered, but then opened as he advanced past the inner sphincter. Making small circles as he probed deeper, he massaged the muscles and coated them with the slick lube until his finger was in to the last knuckle. Then he added his index finger and began sliding them together in and out and around and around.

“God!” Jason shouted. His breathing became ragged as he gasped against the advance of Aaron’s ministrations, and when he added a third finger, Jason began to pant.

“You’re almost there, my love,” Aaron said as he readied the fourth.

“I’m ready, Aaron. Please. I’m ready.”

When Aaron had all four fingers inside him and began to caress his prostate, Jason’s hips began to buck, wildly. A jet of pre-cum was ejected from the now purple head, and Aaron sucked it down his throat, greedily.

“Easy, baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I can’t help it, Aaron. Not when you do that!”

“I’m sorry, I was too aggressive. I forgot…”

“Don’t apologize! Not for that! Not ever!”

“Roll onto your side, baby. I’m going to take you slow. Slow and steady. Just let me do everything. I don’t want you to rip open any stitches. How would I explain that to your doctors?”

“Aaron, forget the fucking stitches! They’re coming out tomorrow. Now, please,” Jason moaned, “make love to me.”

Aaron’s cock bounced with each heartbeat, aching for release. He slid his body next to Jason’s, rolled him back onto his side, and encircled him in an embrace. Then he slowly slid his shaft along the cleft between Jason’s butt cheeks, through his thighs, and under his balls until its head found daylight on the other side. Jason reached down and scooped up what remained of Aaron’s saliva and mixed it with the pre-cum that oozed from his slit. He grasped the engorged head of Aaron’s cock and began to lubricate it.

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lightnings-Hidden-Menace-Lightning-Book-ebook/dp/B075G48LH4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1504874390&sr=1-1&keywords=Lightning%27s+Hidden+Menace

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/lightnings-hidden-menace-by-kory-steed

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/lightnings-hidden-menace-mm

 

 

 

 

An interview with author, Ian Lewis, about his new, M/M Romance Novel, Missionary

Welcome, Ian! Your new novel, Missionary, is about two wounded men who are brought together by happenstance and decide to take a chance on each other. This storyline really tugs at my heartstrings.

Missionary Cover

 

What would you like readers to know about your book?

Missionary has gone through several incarnations. I was inspired to write it a year and a half ago when I moved to my parents home to take care of them. We are in the rural south, and neighbors are few. The only house I could see was the next door neighbor’s, who keep cows in the field between our houses. The predominant religious denomination in this area is Baptist, and our neighbors are Latter Day Saints. I thought it unusual, so I did a little research, wondering what it would be like growing up gay in a LDS household. That was the beginning of the journey.

I’m a city boy. I grew up in Richmond, Virginia, and I love my hometown. I miss it, and it has been the setting for all of my books. It is a beautiful, historic city filled with eccentric people who colored my life, and now inspire me to write. Though the books center around the two main characters, RVA as a setting is almost equally important to me as a writer. Most of the locations I write about are real places. My favorite character is Fernando, and his beautiful home is real. In fact, a celebrity hair dresser who wrote for a famous fashion magazine lived there. Elegant and regal, this home is breathtaking.

Missionary is about taking chances. Many of us get stuck, repeating the same old patterns until a turn of events forces us to strike out on a new path. Brig and Fernando are two wounded men stuck on repeat until circumstances bring them together. While the romance is central to the book, this is also about breaking negative patterns and learning to be a better person.

What was it like to write the story? 

This story was challenging to write, mostly because of outside events. I moved to my parents because my father was dying. Because of his medical situation, the writing would come in spurts. One week I’d write thousands of words, the next a dozen tops due to family obligations. The good thing about it is the lack of pressure I felt. Once you’ve dealt with an emotional event like the death of a parent, everything else feels minor in comparison. This allowed me to have fun writing it, and put my imagination to use. Writing Missionary was enjoyable, a wonderful escape from reality.

What do you love about the story?

I really love the characters. I took some extra steps to get to know them better. In the beginning, I decided to write a biography of the two main characters. This project grew into two short stories, one for Brig and one for Fernando. The short story Saint Brig gives his backstory, and shows how he came to be stuck in his current life. Escape From Velvet City is Fernando’s backstory. He might be Mr. Moneybags now, but he wasn’t always a financial success. He worked hard, and suffered quite a bit to become the man he is today.

I am releasing the two backstories in the same volume as Missionary, as well as separately. I really am grateful for taking the time to get to know both of them better. I know as a reader I often wonder how the MC’s came to be the men they are now, so I decided to do that as a writer. I hope readers enjoy this!

Where do you find your inspiration?

I’m inspired by everyday things, almost every single day. I keep a notebook next to my bed which I fill with ideas generated throughout the day. My main source of inspiration is exercise and music. I jog every day, and always have music playing. Often song lyrics serve as story prompts. In fact, I have the rough draft of another novel completed called The Loving Kind. This was inspired by a song of the same name by the British girl group Girls Aloud. That book will be available in the next few weeks.

What are my interests outside of writing?

I come from a very artsy family, so we all focus on each our work. While most kids are told to drop artistic ambitions, in my family you were an oddball if you didn’t pursue a career in the arts! Both of my parents were in publishing, and books have been a huge factor since the day I was born. Music is a large influence. I studied to be a concert pianist, and learned to play several instruments. My best friend is a filmmaker/photographer, my niece is a burlesque performer, and my nephew is in a punk band. My older brothers are into sculpture and crafts, and my sister was a ballet dancer and pianist. I was a professional makeup artist for 20 years, and I love fashion. Growing up in a bohemian, southern household encouraged me to be the wackadoo I am today. I’m glad I’m not solely focused on writing, because these outside artistic interests feed my creativity, making me a better writer.

What is my next literary project?

The Loving Kind will be released around the first of September. I don’t want to give away too much, but it’s about a famous athlete who stays in the closet due to the financial rewards of being “straight.” It is also about letting go and living the life you want, not the life other people tell you to live because it makes them feel more comfortable. It’s a sports romance, but the emphasis is not on the sport itself, but on the emotional journey the MC takes as he falls in love with his soul mate, and learns to love himself.

Blurb:

Dreams can come true, even when all hope for happiness has vanished. Fernando and Brig faced harsh realities as they grew into men. One was a street thug, sent into exile by his mother, while the other was disowned for daring to be honest. Many would falter under these circumstances, but they chose to thrive.

Fernando- This handsome, older businessman grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, but through an iron will and determination to succeed, his chain of restaurants become the envy of his peers. When agonizing loneliness and tragedy strike, he’s forced to decide between following the same isolated path, or taking a chance on love.

Brig- An insecure loner tossed out by his conservative, religious family for his sexuality. Introspective, unable to see what he has to offer another man, his love of books almost fills the void in his heart. Content to live alone, afraid of opening himself up to be hurt, his attraction for his older boss becomes unbearable. Forced to make a decision about his future, will he make the right choice and find the happiness his heart desires?

Making hard choices is second nature to these survivors, but now they must make the hardest choice of all- to overcome their fears, and open their hearts to one another.

This is a spicy, stand alone May/December romance with a HEA, no cliffhangers, and lots of feels.

Excerpt:

The alarm is off. Next to the back door is an umbrella stand. Fernando doesn’t use flimsy, drug store umbrellas. These are heavy and expensive, so I grab one in case I run into a burglar. I’m sure it won’t do much damage, but there’s nothing else available.

Heart pounding, I creep through the kitchen. Every step I take causes the floor to creak. Damn it, why does he live in such an old house? I toe off my sneakers and scoot them under the kitchen table, hoping to minimize noise. I tip-toe through the downstairs. A couple of lamps are on, and the front door is locked. The downstairs is clear. If someone is here, they have to be upstairs. Shit, if it’s an intruder, it’ll be harder to escape from upstairs, but I’ve got to check it out.

The hardwood steps groaned with every step I took. I stop half-way up the steps, attempt to steady my breathing. My flight or fight response is on high alert. I know I locked the doors and secured the alarm, and Fernando was going to call me to pick him up. This can’t be happening. Then I hear footsteps.

Shit!

Without thinking I creep up the last few steps. Surprise was my only weapon, well, besides the umbrella. When I reach the top, I pull the umbrella in to my body, then lift it over my head. It’s now or never. I close my eyes, place my foot on the last step, pull the rest of me with it, and turn the corner on to the landing.

“What the fuck!” I hear, my eyes snapping open. It’s Fernando. Oh shit, he’s in a bathrobe, staring at me with a hand over his mouth.

“Oh God, Fernando, I’m so sorry, I thought you were going to call me to pick you up. I didn’t mean to…”

“Bwahahaha!”

Fernando leaned against the wall, shoulders shaking with laughter.

Damn it, it wasn’t that funny.

“You, you standing there with the umbrella over your head, it’s so…Bahahah!” He slid down the wall to a seated position on the floor, unable to finish his sentence.

What the hell, I had to see who was up here, plus I had to protect myself. I glanced down at the umbrella, closed my eyes and tried to imagine how I looked as I turned the corner on the stairs. My stomach muscles loosened, and I felt a giggle of my own coming on. I opened my eyes and smiled, then saw something strange; Fernando had his hand out. He was still laughing, but had his hand out, wanting me to grasp it, I guess to help him off the floor. I placed my hand in his and to my surprise, he pulled me down next to him. I nearly fell in his lap. I tried to scoot further away, but his hand held me firmly next to him.

“I’m sorry, I shou, should have ca, called you when I got to the airport.” He said between guffaws, but his eyes stared deep into mine. His chuckles slowed, but his eyes never strayed. I couldn’t stop staring, his golden brown eyes had such thick lashes, and the closer his face came, the thicker they appeared.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” His lips were inches away as he spoke. My heart stopped, or at least it seemed that way. I closed my eyes, and felt his lips on mine. Softly at first, then his tongue slipped inside my mouth. His hand found the back of my head, pulling me into him. All thought flew away, just this, experiencing him and me, nothing else mattered.

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An interview with author, Ravenna Tate, about her new, Motorcycle Club Novel, Tannin’s Thunderbolt

Welcome, Ravenna! Your new novel, Tannin’s Thunderbolt, about a member of the Demons on Wheels Motorcycle Club sounds exciting! I love the creative way you described his reaction to first seeing the beauty, Raiyana, as being hit by a thunderbolt!

 

Tannin’s Thunderbolt

 

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

My publisher suggested I try writing MC romance, so I read a bunch of them to get the vernacular right, and to get a feel for what readers want in them. Once I began, I was inspired to write one of my own.

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

That love conquers all, of course. The hero and heroine are from the same world, but the hero was born into it and gave it all up to be part of the MC.  The heroine clawed her way to the top, only to lose it all, and realize she found what she was looking for all along in the hero.

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

Writing an alpha male in an MC is different than writing one in other genres. I had to work hard to get him just right.

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

That real life can be just as sexy as fantasies.

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?

Each of the officers in this MC will get their own story in the Demons on Wheels MC series, and a few of the women we meet in this book will be the heroines in future books.

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’ve written sci-fi, contemporary, fantasy, MC, dark romance, and paranormal. I’d love to try a true historical one day.

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

Stephen King!!! I’d love to just sit and chat with him about everything. Life, writing, food, anything.

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

I read, watch TV, and spend time with my family and cat.

What’s next on your literary horizon?

The rest of the Demons on Wheels MC, a spin-off MC series, and another dark romance series.

Blurb:

When Raiyana Parente learns a Mob boss wants her dead for refusing to become his business partner, she runs. No clear plan in sight, she ends up in the parking lot of Scotty’s Place, a posh strip club in Creek Ridge, Ohio, believing the tall, muscled biker in jeans and dirty boots is the man sent to kill her. She couldn’t be more wrong.

Sterling Tanner, known to his Demons on Wheels MC Brothers as Tannin, is hit by the thunderbolt the moment he looks into Rai’s dark eyes. But the trouble she brings with her isn’t something the MC needs. Still, what’s a man to do when the woman he has to have, no matter what, shows up?

As their rough and dirty sexual relationship burns up the sheets, Tannin must find a way to keep Rai safe. But can he win her heart as well?

Excerpt:

“Oh fuck me sideways. I love big tits.”

A loud of cry pleasure accompanied him fastening his mouth first on one nipple, then the other. He squeezed them together and tortured her with his teeth and tongue, passing both across her nipples. “You taste so fucking good.”

No one had ever played with her breasts this way, so rough yet tender at the same time. He squeezed the mounds in strong hands, and each time he licked or gently bit her nipples, her clit throbbed. Rai grasped his hair, pushing his face closer to them.

“I want to fuck these. I want to come on them.”

“Yes. Yes, fuck my tits.” Fuck all of me!

He pushed her backward until her knees touched the edge of the bed. With a wicked grin that sent more shivers down her spine, Tannin shoved her once more and she fell onto the bed. No one had ever done that, either, and it was more arousing than she’d have believed possible.

“Stay like that with your feet on the floor.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, revealing a thick, red cock that forced a loud moan from her. Her pussy was soaked now.

Tannin tore off his boots and socks, and in an effort to get his jeans off, he nearly fell over. Rai couldn’t stop staring at his legs. Dusted with dark hair, they featured an impressive array of tats and muscles that held her spellbound. She’d never seen such a gorgeous man.

“Lady, you are fucking delicious. I love your curvy body. I’m going to fuck your tits. I’m going to fuck your mouth. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Yes! She wanted that. All of it. “Yes, Tannin. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me everywhere.”

He straddled her, shoving his cock between her breasts. “Push your titties together.”

This was a first. She squeezed them against his cock as hard as she could. He grunted a few times as he thrust, before moving off her. “Spread your legs.” Rai did as he commanded, mesmerized by this rough, powerful man. He dropped to his knees and grasped her breasts again, licking the nipples, the sides, and underneath until his saliva had coated them.

When he’d settled his dick between them a second time, and after she’d once more pushed them together, this time when he thrust, his cock slid easily against her naked flesh.

“Oh, yes. That’s it. Oh fuck, that feels so damn good.”

Rai was mesmerized by the sight of his big dick thrusting between her breasts. Each pass brought the tip closer to her chin. Veins stood out on his neck. When his thrusts grew quick and jerky, she tensed, unsure what to expect. This was so arousing. Quirky, but very sexy.

Seconds after he cried out, hot cum splashed her chin and neck. She lifted her head higher and caught some on her lips. When she licked them, enjoying the salty taste, he moaned loudly and began to thrust again.

“God! You are so fucking sexy. Open your mouth.”

As soon as she did, Tannin lifted up, pulling his swollen cock from between her breasts to hold it, poised right at her lips. He milked the shaft with one hand, groaning loudly, while more tasty cum squirted into her mouth. With his other hand, he grasped her hair and forced her head closer to him.

The gesture was so dominant that Rai’s pussy fluttered in tiny contractions, especially once he shoved his dick into her mouth and finished coming inside it. She swallowed his cum, moaning softly as goosebumps broke out over her entire body. She’d never been taken like this, and never would have imagined how much she’d love it. But she wanted more. So much more.

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An interview with author, Katerina Ross, about her HOT, New, M/M, Paranormal Novel, Soul Infection

Welcome, Katerina! Your new, M/M, paranormal novel, Soul Infection, about an outcast magician sounds exciting. I love characters with a troubled past!

Soul Infection

What would you like readers to know about your book?

Soul Infection, book one in The Sons of Gomorrah series, is a paranormal M/M novella set in Prague. There will be magicians, demons, dark secrets, and spicy sex scenes of course 🙂

What was it like to write the story? Did you face any difficulties/challenges?

The most challenging thing for me is writing in English because my native language is Russian. I’m always worried there might be some typos. But there are no M/M romance publishers in my country at all, so I don’t have much choice 🙂

What do you love about your story, and why?

I’m very much glad I chose Prague as the setting for my story. It was nice to walk its streets again, virtually this time, with the help of Google Maps. It’s a gorgeous city, very much suited for dark romance. It’s easy to imagine something magical might happen there.

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they?

My previous book, “Tenderly Wicked”, is a contemporary M/M BDSM novel set in my home city, Moscow. Nothing paranormal, just lots of angst!

What or who influences your writing?

“Soul Infection” was heavily influenced by Arthur Machen and Charles Williams, maybe not by any particular books, more like by the eeriness of their writings on the whole, though it seems that I have a drastically different take on some of their themes. And I also had Gustav Meyrink’s “Golem” in mind as it was set in Prague, too. Besides, I’m interested in mythology and fairytales, and I think it shows.

Do you have any interests outside of writing, and if so, what are they?

I enjoy traveling. At the moment, I’m planning a trip to Arkhangelsk. I suppose my trips influence my writing, too. I like sharing my impressions about the beautiful places I’ve visited.

What is your next literary project?

I just signed the contract for the next part of “The Sons of Gomorrah”. Hopefully, it will be out in a month or so. And now I’m working on a sequel. Besides, I’ve got a M/M/F story on my mind.

Blurb:

Tristan Todorov, formerly one of the best scholars at the legendary and sinister Scholomance school of magic, was cast out and now travels alone through Eastern Europe offering discreet services as an unlicensed magician. In a luxurious hotel in Prague where he’s been invited to investigate a suspicious series of suicides, he’s about to meet someone who will make him remember the darkest secret of his past. Will a night of lust soothe Tristan—or will it stir up something evil and dangerous, something he’s tried so desperately to forget?

Excerpt:

Jarek slid off the bed, the coverlet still loosely draped over his shoulders and trailing behind him like a king’s cloak. In the gap between the folds, Tristan could see everything he wanted to.

“Don’t move,” Jarek told him softly. “Keep your hands to your sides.”

And Tristan obeyed.

“Interesting,” Jarek mused, trailing a finger along his collarbone.

Tristan sucked in a deep shuddering breath, but stayed still. It felt odd, letting this happen. Jarek slipped his hand lower, casually brushed it across Tristan’s perked nipple on the way, and then traced a path down his chest and over the muscles of his abdomen. Tristan’s abs went taut at the feather light touch, and Jarek laughed quietly.

“Sensitive.” He stated the obvious. He let the coverlet slip from his shoulders—an effortlessly seductive gesture, probably well-practiced. A slow, crooked smile made the expression on Jarek’s face all the more lascivious, which was most certainly the intention. “I think I know what you need.”

Tristan looked down pointedly and then up, with a hint of sarcasm. “Well, that’s kind of apparent.”

He still felt nervous, but not as much as when he’d thought of being pitied or rejected.

Jarek quirked an eyebrow at him. “Is it? Hmm. We’ll definitely come to that, but why rush things? I’m here to take care of your wishes, even the ones you’re not sure you have. Why not try something new, something unusual?” He leaned in, very close, and Tristan felt Jarek’s warm breath on his lips when he whispered, “Just let me take control for a while, and you’ll see how good I can make you feel.”

The next moment, Jarek backed off, to Tristan’s disappointment, but maintained eye contact, and Tristan felt unable to look away, as if mesmerized. The tips of Jarek’s fingers now rested lightly on his hipbones, almost where Tristan wanted them most but not moving closer.

“Say yes,” Jarek coaxed him in a low voice. “Say you give in to me tonight. It’s easy, giving in.”

“Yes,” Tristan breathed out, not sure what he’s agreeing to and not caring in the least.

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An interview with authors, Remmy Duchene & Michael Mandrake, about their HOT new, M/M Romance Novel, Love at the Right Tempo

Welcome, Remmy & Michael! Your new M/M romance novel, Love at the Right Tempo, about a classical violinist and an ex-military man with a tangled past sounds very intriguing. I love complicated characters!

What would you like readers to know about your book?

Remmy:  Hrm—well, aside from the usual (interracial, erotic) this story has a different feel to it than anything I’ve ever written. I think it’s a story about two men trying to find themselves and each other.

Michael: For me, it is different. I’m so used to writing about spies and law figures. Writing a violinist was relatively easy as opposed to the others. *grins* Because of it being a different story entirely, I had to make it more emotional this time around. I believe Freddy and V work nicely together. Their bond is stronger than any couple I’ve done recently.

What was it like to write the story? Did you face any difficulties/challenges?

Remmy:  Well, the characters themselves have been through a lot before they were even on the page. We’ve had to recalibrate this story a few times to get it right. But that’s a part of writing—Michael and I are in different countries and with different time zones and day jobs, well, let’s just say it took some doing.

Michael: It did, but I believe it turned out wonderfully. Once we got started, the words seemed to flow on the page. As Remmy said, there were a couple of rough spots where the characters hit a patch, but for the most part, it was a smooth process.

What do you love about your story, and why?

Remmy:  I love the simplistic complication of it. I know, that doesn’t sound like it’s a thing but it should be. The story is straightforward, but the end result is what we all search for.

Michael: Other than what Remmy said, the total opposites. I enjoy writing two people who are so different from one another and make it work. That’s what happened here.

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

Remmy:  From Vaughan, I learn that no matter how damaged you think you are—there is always something or someone out there that can mend your heart. From Freddy—well, eat at least two balanced meal a day and never call an ex-soldier’s bluff (grins).

Michael: *laughs* There is that about Freddy. I learned from Freddy to not allow yourself to get so wrapped up in trying to please others that you lose yourself. I think he tried that with his mother as well as his best friend. From V, yes I learned what Remmy pointed out as well as not thinking you can’t be forgiven. You can.

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

Remmy:  So far, I’ve only written contemporary interracial. I don’t think I’ll ever not write interracial—well I did once and it was fun but not a regular thing. I have written a kind of paranormal with my Shivers Series. I’d like to do more of that and one day perhaps test out the Thriller genre. I would LOVE to write a regency MM piece. I’ve been toying around with that idea for a few years now.

Michael: I write contemporary, but also paranormal. I love vampires and demons. I’m writing a series now with those aspects. I also have some MM historical on the brain I’d like to tackle.

What or who influences your writing?

Remmy:  Writers – Nora Roberts, Jayne Anne Krentz, Catherine Coulter – I know they aren’t MM writers but I grew up on. Catherine’s Legacy series and her Song Series gives me LIFE!  They instilled a love of the romance genre in me.

Michael: Writers – Anne Rice and in our genre I adore LA Witt, Mercy Celeste, Mary Calmes, Sue Brown, Damon Suede, and Rick Reed. They are the tops in my book. Sue Brown’s Morning Report series is my favorite along with Hot Head by Damon Suede.

Where do you find your inspiration?

Remmy:  Wow—loaded question –music, movies, people walking down the street, my niece, the lake, Toronto…

Michael: Music, my family, and friends. I live in a diverse neighborhood. If something in the news interests me, I might weave it into a story.

Who are your author idols and if you met them what would you say to them?

Remmy:   Like I said before, Catherine Coulter. Aside from fangirling super hard? Well, I’d thank her for doing what she loved to show me that I could one day do what I loved. I would also thank her for saving me—I went through some stuff when I was younger and getting lost with Roland was the perfect get-a-way.

Michael: I met one of my author idols in this genre. That was Sue Brown. I was so awestruck.  However, the biggest thrill would be Anne Rice. After recovering from loss of consciousness, I’d ask about the world she weaved for the vampire books, I’m very aware that New Orleans inspired her, but I’d like to know more.

If you had to choose your three favorite books by other authors, what would they be and why?

Remmy:  Hidden Needs by Havan Fellows. Archer and Dalton are life.  Memories of the Heart by Felice Stevens – This story had me giggling from the very first chapter.  The Wyndam Legacy by Catherine Coulter. This book was the first period piece I’d ever read and it has always had a place in my heart.

Michael: I mentioned Morning Report by Sue Brown because Luke and Simon are the quintessential gay couple. Their story was beyond amazing. I’ve re-read the series several times. Hot Head by Damon Suede was such an amazing book. So well-written, in depth with relatable characters with real problems. I also love books about firefighters. And I have pick Beyond Complicated by Mercy Celeste. She is amazingly talented and what I adore about Mercy is she will take risks no matter what. It’s why I always enjoy her books.

Do you have any interests outside of writing, and if so, what are they?

Remmy:  Food, Photography, acting (trying to get back into it), wandering around Toronto, music and music culture (I listen to a lot of music the cool kids would never admit to listening to), my family.

Michael: I love music. I go to concerts a lot during the year. I have children so of course I love spending time with my youngest who is nine. My oldest is 19 so I rarely see him, but when I do, we talk about goals. My husband and I watch sports together and we enjoy the same music so we’ll take time to listen to things.

What is your next literary project?

Remmy:  Um…on my own, I am working on a story titled ALL OF YOU for a Kindle World release in January. I am also gearing up for edits on my nano story ANYWHERE BUT HERE coming soon to Evernight Publishing. I’m also heavily researching ancient Japan for a story I’ve been toying around with for the better part of a year and a series that I’m developing right now that’s a spin off another series I just starting. So, it’s pretty busy inside my brain.

Michael: Right now, I’m working on my third story for another publisher as well as my self-published series, Immortals. The first book, Demon Be Mine is out. The second book, Immortality’s Gift is in edits, and now I’m about to start the third.

Thinking about only yourself, what is important to you in life?

Remmy:  Family and love. And family doesn’t necessarily have to be people who have the same DNA as you. Family is anyone who accepts you and welcomes you and loves you. Love—not always sexual love but people who you can count on to make you laugh until you cry.

Michael: Definitely the same things Remmy mentioned. Family pulls you up by your bootstraps when you need it most. My husband has been my rock through many ups and downs. We have an almost perfect relationship. *grins* My kids constantly amaze me with how smart they are and my mother is a fighter. She’s beat cancer three times and is still chugging along. And, of course my friends. My BFF’s have been with me through thick and thin. I couldn’t be more grateful for them.

Blurb:

Violinist Frederick Tremblay is one of the biggest names in classical music. When it comes to work, he’s all in.  There is only time for music and working to make his dreams come through but none for love. Hell, he barely makes time to eat. When he agrees to play at an acquaintance son’s birthday party he figured he’d go in, make his rounds then go home—but his plans change when he walks into the path of Vaughan Singleton.

Vaughan “Sin” Singleton is the disowned heir to a candy empire. After he came out, his life basically ended and he had to start over from scratch. Joining the military was the thing to save him and also the one thing that brought him to his knees. Forced to retire, slinging alcohol wasn’t his dream but he needs something to pay the bills and to assist with easing back into civilian life. When he meets Frederick, Vaughan isn’t looking for love, but one unguarded moment changes everything

Excerpt:

“Way to step out, man.” Deena giggled.

Frederick ignored her comment and put up his free hand. There was a man behind the bar, but he had his back turned and right now, no one else was there working with him. He looked to be busy drying glasses or perhaps washing. Though Frederick didn’t want to disturb him, he really wanted something else to quench his thirst.

“I’m sorry, excuse me, sir.”

The man turned around and approached them. “What can I get you?”

Frederick eyed the mature gentleman in front of him, taking in his features. Dark brown eyes, hair cut low with a beard and well trimmed mustache. His lips were thick. Kissable. Frederick loved a man with distinct features.

“Oh … um… I’d like a soda. Perhaps a 7-Up or Sprite if you have it.” Frederick continued staring, clutching his violin case tightly in his hands.

Deena seemed to pick up that he was tongue tied. “And I’ll have a beer. Heineken if you have it?”

“Heineken for the lady and a—um—soda for the gentleman,” the bartender said. There was a slightly hitch in the way he said soda, almost as if in disbelief. He then focused his attention on Deena. “Would you like the bottle or a glass?”

“The bottle is fine. I’m a simple kind of gal.” She giggled.

Frederick smiled at the man, still holding onto his violin as if it were a life raft. He wondered why the bartender seemed put off by his request. “Something funny about 7-Up or Sprite?”

The bartender eyed him with his head tilted slightly to the side. “Oh nothing.” He spoke, his lips forming over the two words making them escape his being easily. “Nothing at all.” Without another word, he walked over for a clean glass that sparkled. They had the word Prince’s with a crown on the side in golden letters. Using large hands, the bar man operated the tap to expertly fill the glass with Sprite before grabbing a green bottle of Heineken from a cooler and prying off the cap. When he returned he set the glass before Frederick without a word but offered Deena a smile with her drink. “Ma’am?”

“Thanks.” Deena batted her eyelashes at him.

Flirtatiously.

Frederick suppressed a growl and eyed his glass, watching the bartender walk away again. For some reason, it bothered him that the guy appeared to be bothered by his choice of beverage. “I don’t drink alcohol, by the way. I’m sort of boring. The fact I play violin is the most interesting thing about me.” Frederick set Gabriel beside him in a vacant chair. He lifted the glass to his lips and swallowed slowly, still gazing at the handsome gentleman working the bar.

Deena nearly spat out her beer, and she nudged him with her elbow.

“To each their own,” the bartender said. “Did anyone let Stuart know you’re here?”

Frederick finished his Sprite, still gawking at the man. “Yes, the hostess did. I suppose she’ll be back shortly. Do you mind if I ask your name?” Frederick thought he’d go for broke even though it was quite possible he’d be barking up the wrong tree. A part of him said he wasn’t, or perhaps he hoped that to be true.

Deena gasped next to him, seemingly in surprise.

The bartender moved to stand directly across from Frederick, braced his elbows into the bar and leaned in. “If you wish to tell my boss I’ve been an ass to you,” he said, his voice warm and rough. “You don’t need my name for that. All you have to do is tell him the black guy at the bar. I’m the only one here.”

Frederick shivered at the sound of the man’s voice and how he leaned in so close to him. Instead of shying away as he usually did, he decided to play the game. “Actually, I wasn’t thinking that at all. More like, I wanted to know your name so I know the lovely man that is taking such good care of us tonight and, maybe might like to have a drink with me after my performance?” Frederick knew he was going for broke. Gazing at the bartender, Frederick had every intention on finding out something about him, even if it was the disappointing news he’d dread.

“I see.” The barman licked his lips. “I’m working. Drinking on the job is strictly prohibited, and besides—you’re not a fan of alcohol.”

Frederick sighed inwardly. He looked to Deena for help, but she only kept drinking her beverage.

Buy Links:

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Social Media Links:

Remmy:

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An interview with author, Annie Harland Creek, about her HOT new, Paranormal Romance Novel, The Art of Seduction

Welcome, Annie! Your new romance novel includes Vampires and Witches, and a detective wannabe under the cloak of an art class. The title, The Art of Seduction, and the excerpt that follows are smoldering!

The Art of Secuction

What would you like readers to know about your book?

The art of seduction is David’s story, for those who read Kiss of death.

What was it like to write the story? Did you face any difficulties/challenges?

This story practically wrote itself. The protagonist, David, is the older brother of the main character in Kiss of death. While writing Derrick’s story, David insisted on pushing his way into the story with his cheeky smile and naughty innuendos. I had The art of seduction almost finished by the time Kiss of death was published.

What do you love about your story, and why?

Interesting question Kory. I guess I love the supernatural elements to the story but I also hope that the readers see a softer, sweeter side to cheeky David.

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

Trust your instincts.

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 have written a couple of Intrigue novels, a YA and, I am working on two fantasies and one that may come under the genre of horror. None of these are published but I may self-publish later.

What or who influences your writing?

My mother read anything and everything and encouraged me to write at a very early age, around four. I have always loved the supernatural and had a few family members who were water diviners, tea leaf readers or were clairvoyant in one way or another. My daughters, grand daughters and I love ghost stories and have had a few interesting experiences with the supernatural.

Where do you find your inspiration?

Oddly enough, dreams. I have a note book beside my bed and often wake up in the middle of the night with an idea.

If you had to choose your three favorite books by other authors, what would they be and why?

Wow, that’s a toughie. I love lots of books. Christine Feehan’s book Dark Symphony got me interested in romance. There was a part in it where Byron stands the blind Antoinetta in front of a mirror and she is surprised (not only to see herself) but, her reflection appears younger and more beautiful than she believes she is. He explains that it is how he sees her. I thought that was so beautiful.

I love Kresley Cole and her supernatural take on Survivor. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein introduced me to a world of ‘what ifs’ and posed the question ‘who was the real monster in this story?’

What is your next literary project?

If book four will stop interrupting me, I’m hoping to finish book three of my Blood brothers’ series in the next couple of months. Fingers crossed, Evernight will like and publish it.

Blurb:

Meaghan Lamb has a mission. She plans to use her undercover assignment in the local University to prove, once and for all, that she has what it takes to make a great detective. But when her class is assigned a very hot nude model/artist, her plans turn pear-shaped. As her suspicions about him grow, so does her attraction but how can she allow herself to fall for a man who could be a cold-blooded killer?

David Corel has seen his paintings come to life in the form of a beautiful, blonde art student who seems unable to look at him without blushing. But, is she really as pure and innocent as she seems? Or could she be the campus killer?

Excerpt:

“No, no, no.” David protested as he came up behind her and took the brush from her hand. “For a start, this is the wrong brush.” He exchanged the bristle for a sable brush and delicately dabbed it onto the palette. “Think of your brush as a tool.” He said as he put the brush in her hand and held her hand to the canvas. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest on her shoulders as he leaned over her, moving her hand like a marionette. Together they stroked the canvas.

“When you hold the tool, I want you to make slow, seductive movements like this…” he demonstrated downward movements, “the oil makes the paint slide easily, making your brush strokes more fluid.”

It took Meaghan only a few seconds to realize his double entendre. “Control the tool. Move your hand slowly up and down, adding linseed oil when your movements begin to catch. Ah, that’s good.” He pressed against her, his erection rubbing against the small of her back as he continued his play on words. “The tip is very sensitive. Use a featherlike touch for optimum effect. Pay careful attention to the reactions of the canvas. You will sense when to add oil and when you should apply more pressure. That’s very nice. You’re doing well … keep up the pressure … yes, yes … that’s it.” She heard his low, quiet groan and she gasped in response. “As the pressure builds, move faster, faster Meaghan … oh, that feels good doesn’t it.” His voice breathless, ragged as he moved her hand furiously over the canvas.

“Faster … until you can sense that the canvas is at the point where it can take no more, then … add a bit more for good measure.” David stopped abruptly. The painting finished. Meaghan could hardly believe what they had created in such a short amount of time. She stood admiring the work. Her body exhausted as though she had been put through a wringer. Damp heat soaked her dress. She shuddered when David asked her.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-art-of-seduction-by-annie-harland-creek/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0741CTQ43/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_ep_dp_3fOBzbE0GRE4D

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