Buy links for Love My Children First

Love My Children First Reader

If you’re interested in purchasing a copy of my latest M/M novel release, Love My Children First, it can be found at the following retailers:

Buy Links:

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/Love-Children-First-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B079Q89K9V/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Love-Children-First-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B079Q89K9V/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Amazon CA – https://www.amazon.ca/Love-Children-First-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B079Q89K9V/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1518981716&sr=1-1

Evernight Publishing – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/love-my-children-first-by-kory-steed/

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/787970

Bookstrand – http://www.bookstrand.com/love-my-children-first-mm

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-my-children-first-kory-steed/1127923729?ean=2940155121206

iTunes – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/love-my-children-first/id1345004529?mt=11

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/love-my-children-first

 

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Love My Children First is a TOP 100 SELLER on BookStrand!

I’ve just learned Love My Children First is a TOP 100 SELLER on BookStrand!

http://www.bookstrand.com/bestsellers

Love My Children First – 82 on Bookstrand Bestseller List 2-20-18

It’s also a top 30 M/M Bestseller!

Love My Children First – 30 on Bookstrand Bestseller MM List 2-20-18

Two of my other titles are also Best Sellers!

Kory Steed Bookstrand Bestseller Book Titles 2-20-18

From Lightning to Love – http://www.bookstrand.com/from-lightning-to-love-mm

When Lightning Strikes Twice – http://www.bookstrand.com/when-lightning-strikes-twice-mm

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

+18 Reader Teaser Only:

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.

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“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.

Darling Doc banner

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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