I have author, L.J. Longo, visiting with Freeing the Witch, an Editor’s Pick, Fantasy Romance Novel!

Freeing the Witch

L.J. is a queer author, a feminist, and a geek with an MFA in writing Popular Fiction. L.J. has an annoying tendency to ship everyone, disappear if no-one is supervising, and struggles with everything except making up stories.

Welcome, L.J. I’m happy to have you visiting my blog today. Please introduce us to Freeing the Witch.

I’ve written the entire Heart of the Mountain series to prove to my partner and roommate that I can write more than super dark m/m fantasies. So, if they’ve had to listen to me complain for six months about shy people in love, it’s their fault. The challenge was to take an Enemies to Lovers and explore it with genuinely sweet people. Watching this witch and wolf learn to love not just each other but themselves has made this one of my favorite stories (and probably my best to date).

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

Freeing the Witch: Heart of the Mountain 2, like most of my Evernight stories, originally came out of an anthology call. Evernight was looking for shifter stories and I brainstormed up a whole wolf pack. I ended up not getting in the anthology, but the first story, Hiring the Tiger, was published as a Romance-on-the-go. This opened me up to write the rest of the series and I started thinking about the rest of that shifter pack seriously.

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

Three big obstacles. 

  1. I’ve never written a sequel or series book, so I wasn’t sure how to balance the amount of telling/world-building. 
  2. Since I got my erotic writing career started as a combination of fanfiction writer and explicit shorts for gay magazines, I have next to no experience in writing about ladies having sex. Writing F/M is a brave new world for me.
  3. Shy people suck at falling in love.

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

Emaula and Porter are both people who have a lot of anxiety making their own decisions, either because they’ve had stronger personalities making the important calls for them or because they prioritize the happiness of the group over their own. Since I’m a contrary bitch who starts fights for the fun, this was a weird head-space to get into, but one that has helped me grow as a person. After writing these characters, I find myself listening more to my more… beta friends and trying to take their non-verbal cues more often. Unless I want to have my way, then I steamroll them as usual.

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?

Yeah, this is a problem for me. I’m a huge anime fan, so I’ve gotten really into the idea of big sprawling narratives with total side-tracks into other character’s stories. Much of my process is honing down to just the main story and the main people. But with Heart of the Mountain, I finally get the chance to take each side character and fully explore their role in any situation. It’s been a blast taking a character with two or three scenes in one book and making them into the star of their own show.

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

Under other pen names, I publish YA. As myself, I recently won honorable mention in the Writier’s Digest Pop Fiction contest for Horror. Someday I’d like to write a full length horror story, but knowing me it will end up being closer to an erotic thriller.

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

I don’t begin writing a story until I know the end, but I will take notes and organize and outline (which often leads me to the end of the book). Many of my friends in NANOWRIMO and in workshop tell me this makes me a plotter.

However, that outline is stupidly detailed, often involving full written out scenes, dialogue blocks without any action or tagging, and only occasional sections that resemble and outline of plot (usually I follow either the hero’s journey or the five-act structure). Since these “outlines” take me weeks of frenetic work, the pantsers in my writer’s group insists I’m one of them, careening out of control, letting the characters dictate what happens, and relying on revision to make order of the chaos.

So, I believe the technical term for what I am is a planster.

I’m a fervent believer in rewrites and revisions. I rewrite a novel completely at least once during the process, which is a great way to cut out extra material.

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

Watch a ton of Anime, take long walks, explore wherever I’m living at the moment (I’ve moved seven times in the past nine years in such exotic locations as Wildwood, New Jersey, Philadelphia, PA, Galway, Ireland, New York, NY, and in January I move to Shanghai, China.)

What’s next on your literary horizon?

Writing the next Heart of the Mountain Book, and hopefully having a new M/M story in the new Evernight Anthology. 

Blurb:

Emaula Whispel thought she’d be happy if she could live outside her mother’s magical stone tower, but when Emaula starts working as a chef at her friend’s trading post, she becomes smitten with Porter, her co-cook. Now Emuala’s magic is obsessed with possessing this quiet, charming wolf, and the budding witch has to fight to control her powers and her lust, to prevent her new friend from becoming her accidental victim.

Porter was created to serve witches by opening doors into their dreams, and he is neither surprised by nor afraid of Emaula’s magic. What startles him is that this powerful witch genuinely seems to care for something as lowly as a wolf. Now all Porter has to do is prove his love for her is not an enchantment, before her mother takes away everything Emaula holds dear.

Excerpt:

Time was strange in the dreams. Minutes could be hours. Hours could pass in seconds.

And somewhere someone was trying to reach him. Someone wanted him and had taken measures to have him. Was is the little girl? The Munawn’s daughter. She’d be all grown-up now and remember him fondly. She must have extraordinary power to reach him.

A light came on under a door, hemming the edges with a low purple light and filling the room with that melancholic tint. The one who had shaved her hair and wore black gemstones that glowed purple. Porter knew her name, but he refused to think it. He wanted nothing to do with them. He had been turned out. He wasn’t allowed to think of them anymore. He didn’t have too.

The door creaked open, and Porter winced. Whether he wanted them or not, one of them was coming through. He didn’t have much choice. Or at least, he wouldn’t when he saw her.

The light poured into the room, flooded it with the scents of spring, vanilla, and lavender and bluebells. Intoxicating, lulling. The smell of a beautiful woman who wanted him. The fragrance of an herb sachet dropped into cold water on a hot day and stirred.

“Oh, Emaula.” Porter hadn’t smelled any magic in the tea he’d sipped as a sign of good faith. Just like him to misread a person and get bespelled. He wished Sock had come down with him. Sock wouldn’t make that mistake.

Porter struggled against the weight of her dream world and lifted himself slowly on one arm. She hadn’t fully opened the door, yet. Was just peering through, shyly.

Emaula was not a woman; she was the moon. The shadows of the world curled around and concealed half her face, leaving only the paleness around her starlight blue eyes and the soft darkness of the purple light.

Now was the time to stop her. To say something mean. To beg her to stop. To remind her of her oath. Or to … to—

Emaula divested the darkness. Unveiled her lovely face. Freed her hair, such a fine pale gold that it shone in this dream world, illuminated her thin pink lips. Porter had forgotten how beautiful the witches could be. How the sight of them stole breath, sanity, free will.

The woman could swear there was no harm in her. How could he be harmed by her? When now all he ever wanted in the world was her.

She met his gaze and smiled timidly. She stepped into the sea of sheets and pillows, delicately moving through the luxurious silks toward his body. The black silk wound around him shimmered under the radiance of her body. His stiff cock suffocated and strained under the sleek material.

The witch would get what she wanted. He had enough experience with witches to know they always did. These women could be cruel. They could be unbelievably kind, as well. And he honestly didn’t know which was worse.

He did know there was no point in defying her. No point in not taking what pleasure he could. No point in being mean to the mistress. Had that been one of The Munawn’s mantras? Or another wolf’s good advice?

Emaula knelt beside him in the bed, her hands modestly on her knees, her eyes big and earnest. “Porter, is this all right?”

He didn’t understand. 

Was she asking permission? No witch did that. Had to be a trick.

He wasn’t sure what she was so embarrassed about, but she was damned cute when she was. She twisted her hands through the sheets as if she had to keep herself from touching him. “Is … is this all right?”

Was it all right? What the hell kind of question was that for a witch to ask a wolf? He wasn’t going to upset her by saying no.

The witch stroked his thigh through the sheet. His cock, already damningly stiff, pulsed at the nearness of her hand. That ought to answer her question.

He didn’t even think he wanted to say no, but how could he know the truth here? When she controlled the world? When just watching her come into the room had reduced him to nothing but a hard cock and the inner monologue of a scared puppy?

“Porter. Will you say something, please?”

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I have Lea Bronsen visiting with her new release, Carnivora #1

Carnivora #1

Hello Lea. Welcome to my blog! What can you tell us about Carnivora #1!

Hi, and thank you for having me on your blog!

I’ve always been fascinated by dark psychological thrillers that mess with your mind and keep you on the edge of your seat. I toyed with the genre writing my debut novel Wild Hearted, but labeled it a crime drama. Its sequel, Carnivora, evolved over six years to become a full-blown hold-your-breath thriller that deals with grave issues such as kidnapping, child sex trafficking, and self-harm.

Telling five parallel stories with as many voices, it gives you the perspectives of a police informant, a hunted gangster, a mad avenger, an inconsolable girlfriend, and a psychotic kidnapper. I pull no punches weaving these stories, so be prepared for a dark, gritty, and graphic read – a little dirty on the erotic side – that I hope will play with your strings and stick with you for a long time.

Please note that this is part 1 of Carnivora and I am currently working on parts 2 and 3, so if those cliffhangers at the end are killing you, be patient. The continuation is right around the corner!

Carnivora #1 teaser

Blurb

Fight evil with evil.

TOMOR

Crime lord Tomor is serving a life sentence behind bars. Without warning, he’s abducted by mysterious men. A sick manhunt is on, with people around him dying like flies. He will need all his street flair and gangster skills to prevent his loved ones from ending up on the death list.

LUZ

Luz grieves the loss of her lover while striving to take care of their baby. The last thing she needs is to fall for the new neighbor.

DAVID

A year after he betrayed his adoptive father and sent him to jail, David is slowly rebuilding his life. Then everything falls apart again: he learns that Tomor has escaped, and his police connections lead him to a child sex trafficking ring involving cold, powerful men.

The cops are in over their heads with “Project Carnivora” … Perhaps the only one who can help bust the pedophile predators is an equally vicious devil: Tomor, the country’s most hunted criminal.

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Today I have E. D. Parr visiting my blog. She’s sharing an interview with Saxon Dearing and some fun facts on Jon Palmer—the two characters from her new M/M romance, “Like a Thief in the Night.” There’s also a steamy teaser!

Like a Thief in the Night

Welcome E.D. Thank you for visiting my blog today with your heartfelt romance novel, Like a Thief in the Night.

Thank you for hosting my new release gay romance, Like a Thief in the Night.

Gorgeous, businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a pied de terre in the city where he works. Only using the place on three nights, he goes home to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two, immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm. 

Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men fall in love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to telling handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.

When his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.

Will he risk telling Saxon he loves him or let his lack of confidence lead him astray and away from the man who loves him, too?

Today we welcome, Saxon Dearing one of the heroes

I’ll make this interview fun…

Saxon, If you were a dessert, what would you be? 

(Laughs) A dessert … well I know Jon likes ginger cookies, but that’s not really a dessert, huh? Okay I know, lemon meringue pie, yeah.

What do you do when you need to blow off steam? 

If I’m in the city I go to the gym and beat the crap out of a punch bag. If I’m at the beach house, I run on the beach, although I do keep to the wet sand and I like to wear my iPod

What do you look for in a man?

Nothing now I’ve met Jon. He’s perfect for me. I love him. He’s intelligent, creative, good-looking, sexy, sweet … I could go on all day about him.

What is in your refrigerator right now? 

In the city, steak, lettuce, cherry tomatoes … a half pack of beer, what else … a red pepper. There’s not that much because Jon and I are going up to the beach house tonight.

What’s on your bedroom floor?

In the city, my old baseball bat, that’s under the bed.

What do you wear in bed?

Depends what I’m doing (smiles) so it ranges from a t-shirt and boxers to nothing … (smiles again) mostly nothing now

Light on or off?

Either, both

Chocolate or vanilla?

Is that for licking off Jon’s abs? Has to be chocolate. 

What’s your biggest fear?

Oh, well, I have to think about that for a second. I could say spiders or losing on the stock market but truth is it’s losing Jon’s love. It would break my heart.

What is your most treasured possession?

After the last question … Jon’s not my possession but I treasure him. If it has to be a possession, then it’s a drawing Jon gave me … he’s an artist.

What’s your favorite outfit?

I have some old faded levis and beaten up leather boots that I rely on when I’m not in suits. I usually throw on a t-shirt and my battered leather jacket over the top. I have to wear suits for work. I like my black one best.

What do you like to see Jon dressed in?

Anything he likes, (his eyes mist a little) although I do like him in the tux he wore for our wedding, and in his ripped jeans, because there’s a frayed bit high on his thigh…

Do you have a favorite music track?

My taste and surprisingly Jon’s too, is eclectic. We’re listening to old Coldplay stuff right now … love them.

Tell the readers something you’ve never told anyone before.

(Grins) What? You mean spill a secret? You do. (Takes a deep breath) I have nothing for you, nope not a thing…

We’ll make that the last question. Thanks for visiting. Where are you off to next?

(Smiles) You know that’s another question, right?

We have a story teaser for you from, Like a Thief in the Night

Jon struggled into a sitting position. “What time is it?”

Saxon shook his head. “I don’t know, but maybe nine or ten.” Saxon sat up.

“Hell, not ten please.” Jon leaped from the bed and dashed to his backpack where he snatched a smartphone from the front zipper pocket. He ran his hand through his sleep-ruffled hair. It stood on end at the front. He cast a glance at Saxon. “It’s nine. I start at nine-thirty. I’m sorry, I have to dash.”

“It’s okay. Will I make you a coffee while you dress?” 

“Thanks for thinking of me, but I’ll make a cup at the gallery.” He ran into the bathroom and came out moments later in the jeans and sweater Saxon had seen him wearing the night before. He dropped a pair of boots to the floor and zipped up his fly as he pushed bare feet into them.

Saxon gazed at the spectacle. He got out of bed and walked rapidly to the kitchen remembering Jon’s jacket was draped over the back of a chair. He brought it to Jon.

Jon rewarded him with a smile. “Thank you. Is it okay to leave my pajamas in the bathroom?” He slipped his jacket on and grabbed up his backpack. 

To Saxon’s surprise and delight, Jon kissed him by the side of his mouth.

“See you tonight. Thank you so much.” He strode to the door, opened it, and left.

Saxon went to the bathroom and picked up Jon’s pajamas. He hung them from a hook on the door and dragged on his robe from the other hook. Jon’s socks lay in a damp bunch on the floor next to the shelf housing towels. His boots must leak. Concern furrowed his brow. He put the socks in the laundry hamper. They can go in the wash. I’ll get coffee first. I’ve missed early trading. Perhaps it doesn’t matter this once. Saxon hummed as he heaped coffee grains into the filter. An unfamiliar deep happiness bubbled in him.

Copyright E. D. Parr 2019, Evernight Publishing

Seven things about character Jon Palmer from new release gay romance, Like a Thief in the Night.

  1. He wears an Armani jacket for work.
  2. He prefers to wear ripped jeans and a t-shirt
  3. He’s used to heights since he’s had to scale the roof of an apartment block all summer
  4. He likes hot chocolate before bed
  5. He owns a pair of blue rubber toe post sandals
  6. He has a tiny art studio in a beach suburb
  7. Circumstances force him to quit his city job

Like a Thief in the Night 

Gorgeous, businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a pied de terre in the city where he works. Only using the place on three nights, he goes home to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two, immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm. 

Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men fall in love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to telling handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.

When his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.

Will he risk telling Saxon he loves him or let his lack of confidence lead him astray and away from the man who loves him, too?

Read a teaser:

Be Warned: M/M SEX +18 Readers Only!

The invitation to kiss lured Jon in a second. The delicious feel of his lover’s lips mingled with the emotion that swished in his stomach. He clung to Saxon, sharing heated kiss after kiss until his heart raced. He drew away trying to cool the moment.

Saxon traced a finger along Jon’s cheek to his jaw. It left delectable sensation in its wake.

Jon took a deep breath. He returned to sitting in the shelter of Saxon’s arm and stared at the screen where the movie played on.

Moments passed before Saxon spoke softly.

“I know you go home Saturday after work, but can I see you tomorrow night? Will you come to the beach house? I know it’s clingy, maybe even surprising, but I feel like I don’t want to let you out of my sight.”

The sentiment sent a wave of warmth into Jon’s heart. If only things were different, we’d fall in love. I already feel safe with him. I want to love him and have him love me. He won’t love a felon. Jon sighed.

Saxon must have mistaken the sigh for a refusal. “You probably have plans, of course.”

Jon hurried to correct the idea. “No. I’d love to see you, Saxon.”

“Where’s your phone? I’ll put my address and both my numbers in your contacts.”

Jon couldn’t help smiling. He likes me a lot, for sure. He stood and went to his jacket. He brought his smartphone back to the couch and sat beside Saxon. “Here you go.”

Saxon bent his head to key in the information.

Just watching him gave Jon a soft glow of affection for the man. When Saxon gave him the phone, Jon held onto his hand. “Do you want my number?”

“Naturally. I’ll fetch my phone from my desk.” He slipped his hand from Jon’s grasp, his fingers sliding along Jon’s.

The feeling translated into pure sex for Jon. When Saxon returned to the couch with his phone, Jon traced the shape of his lover’s toned muscles in the t-shirt stretched across his chest with a hungry gaze. Desire gripped Jon and he muffled a sigh. He longed to feel Saxon’s skin beneath his palms. He ached to press against Saxon’s hard body.

Saxon held out his phone.

Jon keyed his number into Saxon’s contacts and slipped the phone next to his own on the adjacent cushion. He turned to Saxon sitting beside him and ran his hand around Saxon’s waist. He leaned to kiss Saxon’s ear and neck.

Saxon shifted his head and found Jon’s mouth. Kissing him and smiling, he murmured, “I might not be able to stop at kisses.”

A smile crept onto Jon’s lips as he recognized his own phrase. He pulled Saxon’s t-shirt up and over his head. “Sounds perfect.” He drifted his fingers in circles over Saxon’s chest as he kissed his lover. An aura of sex fell over him as he opened Saxon’s pants and trailed his fingertips over the shape of Saxon’s cock, rock hard, the tip reaching to the top of his boxers. A low moan escaped him as he touched his tongue to Saxon’s. He pushed his hand into Saxon’s underwear and grasped his lover’s dick.

Saxon barely broke the kiss to murmur. “Let’s get naked. I need to feel your body clasped to mine.”

Jon didn’t need asking again. He stood and pulled off his sweater. He levered off his boots and dragged off his jeans and underwear in one move. His heart pounded. His eyelids felt heavy with lust as he turned to Saxon and saw him naked, his clothes lying on the floor around him.

Jon grabbed him close. He crushed Saxon to him, the feel of his lover’s hard cock pressed on his own sent tingles through every part of his body. He rocked his hips so that their dicks rubbed together. He grasped Saxon’s ass and kissed his mouth hard. His balls tightened and desperation made his stomach clench as he felt the first stirring of orgasm. “Fuck, Saxon, you drive me nuts. I need to come so bad I feel like begging.”


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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?

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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!

Broken in Silence cover

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…

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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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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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Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/second-go-round-by-lynn-burke/

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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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About Lynn Burke:

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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The Nullifier (The Criminals 1) — by Erin M. Leaf is now available!

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Erotic Romance, Gay Romance, May/Dec, Lawless, Suspense

Word Count: 44,900

Heat Level 4

Published By: Evernight Publishing

ISBN: 9781773394954

ASIN: B077TZDBF4

pages: 127

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Contract killer Felix Zamaro isn’t looking for love—at his age, all he wants to do is retire. When he interrupts a robbery-in-progress, he stumbles into a mess: Nick Banner is in town to help his sister kick her loser boyfriend to the curb.

Nick never thought he’d meet a hot-as-hell assassin in the middle of a random coffee run, but watching Felix take down a couple of thieves in a crappy gas station has him questioning his rule against playing with straight guys.

When Felix’s next mark turns out to be none other than the boyfriend of Nick’s sister, all hell breaks loose. When Nick moves into the house next door to Felix, both men think fate is messing with them. However, it’s Nick’s unexpected career choice that really throws Felix off his game, and for a killer, that could be a fatal mistake.

Author Details:

Erin M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a specialty in edgy erotic tension. She also writes romance as Marie E. Blossom.

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Excerpt:

“Can’t sleep?” Nick murmured, rolling over.

Felix grunted. What the fuck was wrong with him? Just the sound of Nick’s low, sleepy voice sparked another surge of heat.

“Still trying to convince yourself that you’re straight?” Nick asked, sounding more awake.

Felix frowned, head turning towards Nick. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Nick sighed, pushing the covers down to his waist. “I’ve seen you looking at me.”

Felix sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I’m going out to walk the perimeter.”

Before he could stand up, Nick’s hand landed on his shoulder. “No, you’re not.” His voice was low and soft. Unthreatening.

Felix’s muscles tightened anyway. Nick’s hand was warm and heavy. His training told him that he could grab Nick’s wrist and break his elbow, or twist him around and rip out his throat, but the strange tension flaring through his body wouldn’t let him move. “You don’t want to do this, Nick,” he said, gritting his teeth.

“Do what?” Nick pulled him back down to the mattress. “Touch you? Make you feel good?” He pressed Felix’s wrists down, hard.

Felix flexed his biceps. In the dark, Nick was a dark shape looming over him. Instead of fear, or anger, Felix’s emotions jumped wildly from arousal to confusion. “I could break your neck.”

“That knowledge just makes it sweeter,” Nick murmured.

“Makes what sweeter?” Felix asked, voice raspy. He couldn’t seem to breathe right. Is this a panic attack? he asked himself. He’d never experienced anything like this. His entire life had been a systematic observation of facts and rational decisions. Nothing much bothered him—not killing, not violence, not sex. Boredom was a problem, but he certainly wasn’t fucking bored at the moment. I’m screwed, he thought, still not throwing Nick’s ass to the floor.

“This,” Nick said, leaning down and kissing the side of Felix’s jaw. “Jesus, you smell good.”

Felix flexed his arms, pushing up against Nick. “Stop. You know I’m straight.”

“Make me.” Nick moved his lips down Felix’s shoulder and pressed his lips to the crook of his elbow.

Felix froze. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

“You’re not straight, and you don’t want me to stop, Felix,” Nick said, and then he bit the soft skin of his arm.

Felix groaned. Just that one sharp touch brought him right to the edge. “Fuck.” His hips strained upwards as his balls drew into his body. His cock hurt.

“No, no fucking yet. Tonight, I’m going to blow you.” Nick shoved down Felix’s sweatpants and took his cock in his hand. “I can’t wait to suck you off. I bet you’ll try and keep quiet. I bet I can make you come so hard you won’t know where you are anymore.”

“Jesus Christ.” Felix gripped the sheets. He’d never wanted a mouth on his dick so bad before. Nick’s voice had him shaking. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

Nick chuckled. “I’m not doing anything yet.” He leaned in and blew along Felix’s erection. “This isn’t just about me, straight boy. This is about you. You’ve suppressed your sexuality for so long that you don’t have a damn clue about what you like and don’t like. You’ve been fucking the wrong gender your whole life.”

“Screw you. I’ve been straight for decades. I’ve fucked plenty of women,” Felix ground out, not wanting to admit how hot Nick’s touch made him. You’re going to eat your words, a small voice in the back of his head told him.

Nick slid his thumb over the top of Felix’s erection and rubbed the pre-cum welling from the tip in a tight circle. “And every one of those women left you empty. Missing something. I bet you haven’t even bothered to pick someone up for the past few years. You haven’t hooked up with anyone lately, have you?”

Felix shuddered, but didn’t reply. Nick was right. He hadn’t even attempted to get laid recently. Why bother? The women always wanted more from him than he was willing to give, and the rote mechanics of sex bored him lately. “Just get on with it,” he grated out, not in the mood for a psychoanalytical mind-fuck at the moment.

Nick laughed. “Oh no, my friend. My blowjobs are works of art. I am going to go slow, and I am going to drive you out of your fucking mind.”