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

The Nullifier – cover

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.”

 

I have Doris O’Connor visiting today with her hot, new M/M & MMF Novel, Her Best Friend’s Husband

Welcome, Doris. Your new novel, Her Best Friend’s Husband, certainly turned me on my ear once I realized the best friend and husband were a gay couple! Even as a gay man, my thought process has been so indoctrinated into the “norms” of an historically heterosexual society, I never considered that possibility. Kudos to you on that!

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

I simply listen to the voices in my head, when they demand I tell their story.

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

That love conquers everything.

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

Like so many of my stories the idea for this one was first sparked by a picture and the resulting tease on my blog.

The picture was a naked guy in bed, holding a wedding cake. How did I arrive from that to this story? Well, my muse works in mysterious ways, lol. The story slowly evolved and it was stuck in limbo for a long time, until I got the urge one day to pick up that manuscript, and the rest is history, as they say. ☺ 

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

Like I said above, it stayed in limbo for a while, over a year in fact, until the characters started talking to me again, and then my fingers flew.

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

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?

Oh, most of my series never started out as such. As I write a side character would pop up and demand I write theirs and before you know it, I have a series on my hands, lol.

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 a very unpredictable muse, so I write across several genres and subgenres. So far, I’ve written contemporary, paranormal, Sci-fi, Interracial, and suspense erotic romance with varying degrees of kink. M/F, M/M, F/F, MMF, MFM.

I would love to write a YA romance one day, but I can’t ever see that happening in reality, as my characters simply cannot keep their hands off each other. Never say never though, right?

What or who influences your writing?

Literally everything I see, read, and watch. My writing is constantly evolving and that’s the way it should be. There’s always room for improvement, after all.

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

Utter and complete pantster here.

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

I was fortunate to meet one of my favourite authors—Heidi Rice—at the start of my writing journey and I found her workshop to be invaluable. Not least because she’s a panster like me. Such a revelation that was.

Since then I’ve become friends with many of the authors I used to read in awe, and it still gives me such a thrill, when we communicate. Albeit via e-mail or Social Media only, as I have yet to make it across the big pond. One day I will.

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

I spend time with my family, binge watch fav series (Grey’s Anatomy, Outlander, Vikings, to name but a few), I read, walk the dogs, etc.

What’s next on your literary horizon?

Well, my muse currently has me writing four different stories at the same time. She seems incapable of making up her mind and settling down to just one.

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I’m also planning on adding to The Projects, The Warriors and The Cleaners next year.

What is important in your life and why?

My family, they always come first. Hubby and I have been blessed with nine children and various fur babies. While several of our kids are now adults, and two don’t live with us anymore but their respective partners, they will always be our priority.

Our youngest is only six, so I’m a mummy and wife before anything else.

Blurb:

Your best friend’s wedding is not the time to realize how much you love him…

Wedding organizer Naomi Young is not only head-over-heels in love with her best friend, she lusts after his husband.

Which is all kinds of wrong—isn’t it? Maybe not. Especially when she discovers the attraction is not as one-sided as she thought.

Dom Dawson Monroe has never had a problem going after what he wants. Both he and his new husband Josh Garrison enjoy a woman’s soft touch, so who better to satisfy that need than the one woman Josh is madly in love with? Time to claim them both as his submissives.

Convention be damned. Happiness is to be found in the soft curves of Naomi’s body, as long as they can convince her that this is forever. Only time will tell if the loving twosome can become an even more loving threesome.

Be Warned: BDSM, m/m sex, menage sex (MMF), double penetration

Excerpt:

“Perhaps the boy’s timing was unfortunate, but he would only owe you an apology if you hadn’t enjoyed that kiss. And we all know you did. I’d wager you’re getting wet just remembering those kisses. I know I got hard witnessing it. You two look hot together.”

Naomi gasped and opened her mouth as though to protest, but one knowing smirk from Dawson meant she simply shook her head.

“Nothing to say to that, little one?”

That question, delivered in that deep, dark, gravelly voice—his Dom voice, as Josh called it—appeared to have the same effect on Naomi, as it always did on him. Her breathing sped up, and she tensed. While he couldn’t see them from his position in his back seat, Josh bet his next orgasm that her nipples were hard little beacons signaling her arousal as clearly as the moan she swallowed. It made him wish this infernal journey was over already. He couldn’t wait to see his life-long friend squirm in pleasure under his and Dawson’s hands.

His Master’s gaze dropped down to Naomi’s cleavage and Dawson’s grin turned positively sinful.

“Never mind words, your body gives you away. If I touched you now, I’d find you sopping wet for us, wouldn’t I? In fact…”

Dawson reached across and placed his large hand on Naomi’s knee. She jumped but didn’t stop him as he proceeded to pull up the hem of her dress, exposing acres of dark skin.  The contrast of Dawson’s much lighter hand on Naomi’s thighs was startling. Josh groaned, and Naomi crunched the gear again as the traffic started moving.

“Please, I … don’t.” She flung an imploring look at Master and gasped when his hand briefly disappeared between her ample thighs. Josh balled his hands into fists to stop himself from grasping his dick, because seeing Master’s hand reappear seconds later, his digits glistening with the unmistakable evidence of Naomi’s arousal … fuck, that was hot.

Dawson grinned, licked one digit, and then held his hand out for Josh.

“Here, have a taste.”

His amber eyes darkened when Josh grasped Master’s hand. Naomi’s sweet, addictive taste exploded on his taste buds, made ten times more potent because it was mixed in with the familiar scent of the man he loved to distraction. Josh’s balls drew up in response, and he grunted as his dick jerked inside his pants.

“No coming without my say-so, boy. Besides, you make a mess in our girl’s car you’ll be cleaning it up.”

“Oh my God, you two are too much. I’m sitting right here, you know. Are either one of you going to actually ask me what I think?”

Naomi’s voice had risen to a shrill screech in her agitation. It served as an ice-cold dampener to Josh’s arousal, and he hastily released Dawson’s hand.

“Of course, we do.” He threw an imploring glance at his husband, and Dawson gave a sharp nod. Relief flooded through Josh, at that non-verbal confirmation that his Master was more than willing to step in.

“None of this will work without your consent, and communication is vital. I just don’t appreciate you lying to yourself, or us, girl,” Dawson said.

Naomi tensed further, and Josh could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Any minute now she would explode in anger.

“Look, Naomi, what Dawson is trying to say—”

“Spare me, Josh.” Naomi glared at him through the rearview mirror, and in a move that wouldn’t have been amiss in a Bond movie, she pulled into the fast lane and put her foot down, as the traffic cleared. Dawson’s hand braced on the dashboard again, and when he looked all set to say something, Josh put his hand on his Master’s shoulder. Dawson glanced back at him, and his brows drew together in a frown at Josh’s shake of the head. He heeded his request, however, and didn’t say anything, as Naomi broke every speed limit in the land in her haste to seemingly get away from them all.

An awkward silence fell between them all, only broken by Naomi’s soft curses when she had to slow down for the inevitable traffic, interspersed by Dawson’s sighs.

Oh, Master was pissed and getting more annoyed by the minute. One of Dawson’s unbreakable rules was the need for his submissives to stay safe. Unwittingly Naomi was breaking that rule, and Josh knew he had to say something to calm this situation down.

“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Getting us killed will not get us there any faster. I’m sorry okay.”

Naomi gasped and glanced at him through the mirror. The sheen of tears in her eyes was like a punch to the gut, and he put his hand on her shoulder. He took the fact that she didn’t immediately shrug him off as a good sign. “I’m sorry I sprung this on you, but I’m not sorry I kissed you. I’m not sorry this is out in the open. We should have probably had this conversation before I got married, but there never seemed a right time, and I’m a fucking coward, okay? I was too afraid to lose our friendship, but we could be so good together. All of us.”

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Then there’s Quinn… His chemistry with Katherine was sizzling, and he was just the right combo of sweet and mysterious! The author really took the time to develop their relationship, and it was anything but predictable. There’s a perfect blend of edge-of-your-seat action and steamy romance that kept my attention the whole way through, and I can’t wait to read the sequel and see how this story continues to develop! Blood of Eden easily makes my list of top favorite werewolf stories and laid the foundation for a world I didn’t want to leave.” ~ Amazon reviewer

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Check out Lea Bronsen’s new M/M Dark Viking Romance ~ Torn Avenger

Welcome, Lea. Your new novel, Torn Avenger, is brimming with action and what a stunning cover!

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

I love putting my fantasies to paper, always have, and I’m more comfortable and skilled with the written word than the spoken. Then, the more books I publish and reader feedback I get, the more I understand this really is what I’m supposed to do. It’s a part of me!

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

Torn Avenger is a story of impossible love (of course, lol) so I’m doing my best to prove that concept wrong and tell my readers if you want something bad enough, you can get it. It’s not going to be easy and you must prepare to make sacrifices – sometimes you have to be so brave to turn your life upside down, say a few goodbyes, and start everything anew – but if your mind is set to it, you can definitely succeed.

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

It was the cover! When I saw this premade last year, it immediately spoke to me and I had to have it. I knew it would be a historical romance, but not what period the story would be set in or which type of characters should be featured. It took almost a year of my looking at it every now and then and thinking, “dammit, it deserves a story!” before an idea came to mind in April, and suddenly I couldn’t write fast enough.

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

Yes, historical accuracy bothered me from start to finish. I wanted to set the story in a real period and not be arrested for having my facts wrong. One character was to represent the last of the Norwegian raiders and Roeland the first of European merchants to settle in Norway, so I had to conduct quite the research to make sure these two civilizations actually met!

Also, I wondered whether they co-lived in peace or bloody confrontations occurred. I couldn’t find any information, but thought it quite probable that some Vikings, tempted by the precious, imported goods and the wealth of their merchants, raided the trading post the same way they were reputed to in the rest of the world. Why wouldn’t they? In this case, I allowed myself some artistic freedom 🙂

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 usually give great importance to supporting characters. In Torn Avenger, Alv’s mother is practically the driving force, scheming and manipulating, forcing him to make decisions that aren’t really his, and thus sparking his need to rebel. As for giving her her own story? Ha, she’s such an irritating and disturbing element in the book, I almost want to strangle her!

I was delighted, though, to hear a reviewer say she hoped I would write a companion novella for one of the other couples that was formed in Torn Avenger. Well, who knows, maybe someday I’ll be tempted to dive into the turbulent Viking world again and write another romance.

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 many genres, but my favorite is dark thriller/suspense. That’s where my corrupted heart thrives, where my dirty soul roams and finds what to feed on. I’ll leave it at that, ha ha!

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

I’m mostly a plotter. Just an example – last week, I spent two days painstakingly outlining my next project, which has 70 short chapters/scenes told from 5 different POVs (three conflicted protagonists and two bad, bad antagonists), one in 1st person present and the others in 3rd past. I had to punch everything into a spreadsheet, with a strict timeline, expected word count per scene, etc.

I guess by now, you are yawning and thinking I’ve completely lost it. But wait, I’m not always that crazy! There have also been times when a special scene flashed in my mind and I liked it so much, I proceeded to build a story around it, little by little adding layers and meat to the bone.

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

I’m a mega super huge fan of psychological thriller authors Mo Hayder, Cody McFadyen, and Lisa Gardner. James Patterson is awesome, too. Oh, and many others, of course. Their influence is evident in my darkest books, and I would sit down with them in a bar any time of the day to pick their brains and toast to their literary genius.

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.)

“Shadow Man” by Cody McFadyen is a must, hands down. Then, I’d recommend the equally brilliant “Birdman” by Mo Hayder and “Hide” by Lisa Gardner. Why? I thirst for dark, hold-your-breath, high-tempo stories that blend the strongest of human emotions, graphic violence, and nauseating gore with the sickest forms of mental deviance. Lol, it probably says something about me…

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

I read (not often enough, these days, sadly) or watch gangster/western movies, cuddled up to my man with a nice drink in hand 😊

What’s next on your literary horizon?

I mentioned earlier that I’ve started work on a new project: it’s the sequel to my debut novel Wild Hearted, a gritty inner-city crime drama that came out in 2013, and I’m very excited about bringing my two favorite characters Tomor, an imprisoned gang leader, and Luz, his long-lost love, back to life in a new psychological thriller!

Blurb:

Murder. Passion. Two worlds colliding. 

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

Excerpt:

After a moment, Alv looked up again and almost gasped from the erotic vision in front of him. While shaving Roeland, he’d only seen his wet, hairy chest and stomach, but the handsome man moved to a kneeling position in the basin and washed his lower body. His stunning maleness made Alv hot and bothered. They had discussed, argued, shared personal details, and apologized to each other, but now, the seriousness of their conversation faded. The sight of Roeland’s cock bathing in white foam between his legs had Alv’s own cock jolt and press painfully against his pants.

Oh, Roeland attracted him on several levels—mental, emotional, and physical—and Alv longed to discover and develop more of everything with him. Hedin was an exciting lover, but nothing like what Roeland had the potential to be.

Speaking of Hedin, it’d been a surprise to see him again this morning, right after Elke left. He’d arrived in a terrible mood and refused to excuse his disappearance act. It was outrageous of a slave to come and go like that, but Alv had too much on his mind to think of punishing him.

For one, he worried about Roeland’s future. He’d inherited part of Father’s wealth, but not his title. After returning to Eðni, he’d claimed to be the only one who could decide of what to do with his brother’s murderer, but it wasn’t true. He had no standing, no support from his fellow citizens. They could choose to kill Roeland if they wanted to—all it took was a word from Mother. It made her idea to have Alv marry Elke and adopt the community’s natural heir that much more important to push through.

“There’s something we need to talk about,” he said, hoping Roeland wouldn’t oppose to the plan.

“What?”

“Normally, I would ask you, but since you’re not in a position to make decisions, I’m just going to tell you.”

“About what?” Roeland frowned.

“I’m marrying your sister.”

Roeland stood so fast in the basin, water splashed to all sides. He stepped out and leaned into Alv’s face. “Don’t you dare to touch her!”

“But I’m not…”

“Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Roeland bellowed, his dark eyes slit with anger.

By Thor, he was insanely sexy, standing naked and wet, so near Alv could feel his damp bodily heat, water drippling from his hair and rolling alongside his tanned, chiseled cheeks. Alv couldn’t help hardening more, and needed to focus on the words that came out of Roeland’s luscious mouth to be able to answer. “She has already accepted.”

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Meet Aletta Thorne and her Paranormal Romance ~ The Chef and the Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins

Welcome, Aletta. Your new novel, The Chef and the Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins, sounds intriguing.

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

Reason number one?  I like ghosts.  I live in a house that has some.  For real—we’ve been investigated and written up and everything. One of our ghosts knocked down a heavy brass floor lamp one afternoon while I was at work in my study.  That is not fiction!  Our ghost hasn’t done anything that dramatic in a while, but often, the chandelier over our dining table swings back and forth when we have guests. I knew I had to write a ghost story soon.

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

Mostly, I’d like my readers to have an excellent time!  My book is set in 1982, and that was a fun era.  My characters who aren’t ghosts are chefs and people who work with food, and doing that in the 80’s (I was a chef myself, then) was really fun.  As for a takeaway … hmmm.  I guess my message is to not be afraid of anything—even having a one-nighter with a ghost!  Although a ghost with a broken heart—that you might want to be careful with!

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

This was my first “grownup” romance.  I have written under another name for young people, and I have written a lot of poetry.  Romance offers you the chance to tell the whole truth about a relationship.  You don’t have to cut away to waves crashing on the beach when things heat up.  I needed to keep a paper fan by my computer at first—you know, for when I was getting a little red-cheeked … but that challenge turned into a wild ride indeed.  Plus, I’ve never had my husband so interested in what I’ve been writing—ever!

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

I’m in a long and happy marriage.  My characters reminded me how lucky I am to have that—and also how exciting the beginning of a relationship can be, and how we sometimes trust the wrong people but manage to end of with the right ones.

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?

There is a supporting ghost character in this book named Geoff.  He’s not the romantic lead, but he was tons of fun to write.  He’s a trickster, a tease.  And he’s really important in the plot.  I think a good sidekick is important.  My main character is named Alma (after Alfred Hitchcock’s wife).  Her best buddy, Mary, a fellow chef, is living an open life as a gay women in 1982. I’d love to star her in something somewhere down the road.

What or who influences your writing?

 Everything influences my writing.  I read my colleagues on Evernight—but I also read poetry and literary fiction.  The “serious” book that won the big literary award this year was essentially a ghost story!  And the new romance I’m working on right now takes place in a tiny house because I’m morbidly fascinated with them.

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

I’m a pantser!  I do keep notes, but not extensive ones.  I usually know more or less where I want a book to go, but sometimes my own plots surprise me.  I had no idea the major plot twist in The Chef and The Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins was going to happen…until it did!

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

I don’t have true idols.  The authors who I think have written real masterpieces aren’t around anymore anyway.  I was a chef in the 80’s, but I’ve spent most of my life teaching high school English, so my big writing heroes are folks like Nathaniel Hawthorne and Mark Twain.  By the way, have you ever seen a picture of Hawthorne as a young man?  He was seriously hot.  Maybe time travel…

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.)

Oh, Lord.

Cider House Rules by John Irving.  Anything at all by the British novelist Sarah Waters (okay, she may be a bit of an idol, but I’d be scared to meet her.  She is so, so good.)  A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle (I do write YA, too).  That book is now and always my North Star. I tend to fall in love with whatever I am reading at the time.

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

I DJ on an internet radio station I run with my friends, and I sing choral music.  I listen to huge amounts of music—classical and rock and roll both.  I read about making classic cocktails, make classic cocktails, and sometimes drink them!  And I’m still a very passionate cook with damn good knife skills if I do say so.

What’s next on your literary horizon?

I have publications coming soon in the poetry and young adult world.  My alter ego has been busy!  And there’s that tiny house romance I’ve started.

What is important in your life and why?

My patient and loving husband and my family.  My mom’s 93 (she doesn’t know about the ghost romance!).  My sister, who has done some amazing Op-Ed and humor writing.  My two spoiled kitties.  And getting to write every day.

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Blurb:

Halloween, 1982. MTV is new, poodle perms are the rage, and life just might be getting better for Alma Kobel.  Her ugly divorce is final at last. Her new job as chef at Bright Day School’s gorgeous old estate is actually fun.  But the place is haunted—and so is Alma’s apartment. Bartholomew Addison Jenkins’ ghost has been invisibly watching Alma for months.  When he materializes one night, Alma discovers Bart—as he likes to be called–has talents she couldn’t have imagined…and a horrifying past. Can you have a one-nighter with a ghost?  And what happens if you decide one night is all you want—and end up ghosting him?  Some spirits don’t like taking “no” for an answer.

Aletta Thorne

Excerpt:

A ghost is watching me eat an omelet. “What’s your name?”

“Bartholomew Addison Jenkins,” he said. “These days, I just use Bart.”

“These days. But you’ve been here since you…”

“Since 1784,” he said.

“Which was when you died, I guess.”

“I must tell you, dear lady, saying that to one of us is considered rude. In better ghostly circles, that is. Some of us are not aware we are dead. Some of us do not like to be reminded of it.”

“But you called yourself my dead…”

Bart threw his head back and laughed. “No, no, no. I’m not sensitive about it. Geoff Brussy is, though, terribly but he always was a hothead. I swear he acted as if he was ignorant of his own passing for at least a century. Forgive me, Alma. Finish your supper.”

“But you know my name. Oh. Because you live here. So I guess you see and hear…” Everything. He’d have seen me do everything I’ve ever done in this apartment…

“I try not to spy,” Bart said. “And I’m often asleep. Daytimes almost always. Some evenings, too. Ghosts are capable of sleeping for years. Depending on what we’ve been up to, of course. We’re made of energy and sometimes, our energy … just dissipates. So our acquaintances tend to … vanish. It’s quite upsetting. I’ve lost a number of friends that way. Other ghosts, I mean. Dissipation is hard on our … um, relationships.”

“Your relationships?” said Alma.

“Isn’t that what you call it, these days? Or do you still say ‘having lovers?’ People said that for quite a while. You’ll forgive me. I slept through half of the nineteen sixties. The residents of this apartment in the 70s were—what do you call it again? Pot heads. Boring.”

“Ghosts have … relationships?” Alma remembered her metaphysical poetry class from New Paltz. “The grave’s a fine and private place, but none, I think, do there embrace,” she said.

“Oops. Guess I mentioned death again. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

Bart chuckled. “Oh, that’s fine. Andrew Marvel. Good. Very good. ‘To His Coy Mistress.’ He was utterly wrong, of course. About embracing. Of course, it’s a bit … challenging for us, but hardly impossible.”

Alma shook her head. She’d finished her omelet, and put her plate in the sink.

“Please,” said Bart. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you for months and months. Why don’t you finish your wine in the living room? I’ll turn over the record. I’ve been enjoying the music. Both sides of that album are really very good. I like ‘The Fountains of Rome’ too. We couldn’t have imagined Respighi during my days in the flesh.”

“You’ll turn over the record. Oh, because you…”

“I do like to keep up. Who poured you wine from the … refrigerator? Although, I don’t understand why people of your age prefer it so icy.”

Alma followed Bart into the living room, still wondering why things didn’t seem odder than they were. She remembered the Casper the Friendly Ghost cartoons she’d seen as a little girl. This ghost was acting—well, perhaps a bit more flirty than friendly. He only glowed a bit as they walked through the dim hallway that connected her rooms. You can hardly even tell he’s translucent. What had he seen of her, though? She was glad her frustrating night with Sid had been at his place.

As Bart bent over the turntable and flipped the record, the reading lamp by her couch highlighted the silver buttons of his coat. She curled up on the couch and put her wine glass on the glass-covered orange crate she’d turned into a coffee table.

Bart sat beside her, suspiciously close. He put an arm over the back of the couch, and Alma shook her head again. That’s the old sneaky-arm trick—like a high school kid. It’s kind of cute. She pulled her legs up under herself, and they quietly listened to the music.

“You’re right,” she said after a few minutes. “‘Fountains’ is really good, too. I almost never listen to that side.”

Bart made a quiet harrumphing noise.

Do ghosts clear their throats? Apparently so.

“Dear lady,” he said. “Although I do try not to snoop, as you would say, I have indeed observed your solitude. Let me assure you, your life will soon be happier.” He slid even closer to her.

Okay. Now the ghost is absolutely coming on to me. This is really happening. Oh, hell—why not? He’s not bad—for a dead guy.

“Um, Bart?” she said. His eyes really were a startling color—almost bronze… “You can’t actually be…”

Bart set his fingertips on her cheeks, looked into her eyes, and sighed. Then he smiled. “You think this is a ridiculous situation. It’s not ridiculous,” he said. “Not at all. Allow me to demonstrate … with your permission, m’lady.”

Somehow, that was funny, and Alma giggled. “Granted.”

Bart’s hands were impossibly soft and gentle—and his touch had some of the same fire-and-ice buzz that she’d felt before in the kitchen when he’d tried to get her attention. He guided her lips to his, and gave her what would have been a tiny peck—from anyone else. It shot a bolt of fire straight through her.

Oh,” she said. It took a minute to get her breath. “Wow. That was… Do ghosts usually have relationships with—I don’t know how to say this without getting into it all again … people who are still alive?”

“No, actually. In fact, I’ve never heard of it. Ever.” His hands were in her hair now, and urgent.

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Look at what’s new from E.D. Parr ~ Blond, her newest erotic, shifter, gay romance release

 

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What would you think if the guy you were dating raced off every night before midnight and would never say why? Would you succumb to the urge to follow him one night?

Liam Hale can’t believe his luck when he meets the man of his dreams, Karl Oberon.

Hunky Karl is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start to tease.

Gorgeous Liam is the only man Karl has ever loved.

Together they spark and sizzle with passion, but Karl doesn’t know how to tell Liam why he races away. Maybe keeping Liam’s mind off the question with mind-blowing erotic encounters will work.

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Warning this book contains:

MM sex, MM anal sex in various positions, MM oral sex, MM sex in restrooms of gay bar, MM partner masturbation, and anal play.

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Excerpt (age 18+):

Karl rested his face on Liam’s. He whispered on Liam’s mouth. “You’re hot as hell. I’m fuckin’ desperate to feel your hard cock in my hand.” Then he kissed Liam.

The passion that traveled over Liam as Karl’s lips merged with his in a slow, soft, lingering kiss, weakened his thighs. The skin between his legs under his balls throbbed. His cock jerked in his pants. He returned the kiss grabbing Karl’s head and thrusting his cock in upward strokes on the hard column in Karl’s pants. He kissed Karl until every fiber of his being screamed to come. He murmured between kisses. “The restroom here is a good place for desperados.”

Karl smiled against his mouth. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He crushed Liam close in a final hug as the song ended and then he broke away.

Liam followed Karl across the dance floor and through the door that led to a short corridor and the restrooms. These weren’t like the toilets in some gay bars that Liam disliked for their barren and sometimes grubby surrounds. The restrooms in this bar were sparkling clean and spacious. Two of the stalls at the end of the row had benches and wash basins. Liam had laughed at them when he’d first seen them, but now he walked past Karl and showed him into one.

Karl flicked the catch along on the door lock. He pushed Liam against the wall with one hand, and as his tongue forced Liam’s lips open, with the other hand he dragged Liam’s jeans zipper down.

Liam moaned, overwhelmed with the need to feel Karl’s hands on his cock. He grabbed his jeans to help, and jerked them down his ass to his thighs as he sucked Karl’s tongue into his mouth. His cock sprang free, but not for long.

Karl grasped the shaft. He drew away from Liam’s lips and gazed into his eyes. “You’re leaking. You look ready to be fucked. Do you want that? To be fucked? To have my hard dick ram into your ass until your cum spurts up your chest?”

Liam’s entire body went into meltdown. His cock throbbed and his balls lifted so tight he instinctively reached his hand down to stroke them. His fingers met Karl’s wrapped around his dick. Liam’s stomach tightened inwards and he groaned. “I need to come so bad I’m about to fall down.”

Karl knelt and pushed his fingers between Liam’s legs. He stroked Liam’s balls with his thumb and clamped his other hand around Liam’s cock tight. The helmet head poked out of his fist and Karl lapped at the slit then circled his tongue around and around until Liam was gasping and thrusting.

Karl pumped Liam’s dick fast and hard. He teased at Liam’s ass with his fingertips and his palm cradled Liam’s aching balls.

Liam orgasmed with such intensity he grabbed Karl’s shoulders bending his head, and groaned open mouthed against the white linen shirt Karl wore. He thrust up into Karl’s fist and only stopped as the waves of delicious pleasure waned and left him drowning in satisfaction and gratitude.

Karl pushed Liam’s shirt up with strong hands and licked up his stomach.

The trail of exquisite sensation he left made Liam wince and sigh. He grasped Karl’s head, his fingers slipping through Karl’s soft, abundant hair, trying to bring Karl’s face to his for a kiss. “Kiss me, please…”

Copyright E.D.Parr Evernight Publishing 2017

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An interview with author, C.E. Vescio, about her thriller, romance novel, Rush

Welcome, Cara. You’re new novel, Rush, filled with intrigue, mystery, and romance sounds so exciting!

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

Therapy! While writing isn’t a replacement for a therapist, it sure has helped me work through some life stuff. I have periodic anxiety, and writing calms me down and helps me focus.

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

I had inspiration from two sources. First, my friend, Katie is a ballet dancer and she’d tell me about her younger dancing life. The intensity, drive, and dedication it takes to be a full-time ballerina is certainly inspiring. Second, my time in a Navy search and rescue helicopter squadron came into play just a little in creating Alex, my male MC. He is an homage to many of the men and women I encountered during that time in my life.

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

I’m most definitely not a ballet dancer, so I really had to work to get into the headspace of Scarlet Rush (thanks, Katie). I was also lucky enough to attend the NYC Ballet two years ago, (thanks, Tara) and that experience stuck with me. We were very close to the stage, and could hear the dancer’s movements. Still, I am more military minded than ballerina, so while I could write Alex rather well, I could get stuck on Scarlet from time to time.

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

That I am more of a hopeful romantic.

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 put a lot of thought into all characters, and often find myself liking my secondary characters more. I think secondary characters are crucial in moving your plot.

I have been asked to write books based on secondary characters from my previous series, and have entertained that idea for sure.

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

This is my first romance- SURPRISE! I’m more of an action/suspense writer and my first series is about a cynical contract killer dealing with her crazy family. I also adore science fiction and urban fantasy and have written a couple unpublished manuscripts in those genres.

What or who influences your writing?

Everything around me influences my writing—friends, family, current events, and even video games. My mother raised me to love literature, and for that I’m grateful.

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

A little of both. I will start out with an outline and end up deviating here and there. I think it’s healthy to be a good dose of both… stories are organic.

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

Neil Gaiman for sure! I sat in on a reading earlier this year, and he’s a lovely human being. I also give mad love to my friend, Rebekah Crane. She’s a YA author and just writes pure magic.

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.)

American Gods by Neil Gaiman (anything by Neil Gaiman, but Gods is my favorite- I even have a tattoo dedicated to it.)

Dry by Augusten Burroughs

Aspen by Rebekah Crane

Red Shirts by John Scalzi

I’ll stop at four so this isn’t going on forever…

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

I’m a gamer and a photographer, so I will take up my controller or my camera to recharge.

What’s next on your literary horizon?

I’m also a script writer, so hopefully a few of those projects pan out haha. If not, I am polishing up an urban fantasy and a sci-fi thriller for possible publication.

What is important in your life and why?

Family and friends… I’d be lost without them.

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Blurb for your book:

As the prima ballerina for a prominent San Francisco ballet company, Scarlet Rush is used to being on her toes—but after a failed kidnapping attempt, even her nimble feet aren’t enough to keep her out of reach of her rivals. Begrudgingly, she’s forced into the protective services of Alex Strong, a former private military contractor turned bodyguard. Scarlet isn’t thrilled to have Alex follow her every move, but as hidden dangers rise, she has no choice but to trust him.

Soon, Scarlet and Alex find themselves passionate partners in a dance all their own. Alex is captivated by Scarlet and knows he must protect her at all costs despite the pain of past demons still haunting him.

Excerpt from your book:

Alex kept his gaze intently locked on her, watching the fluid movement of her silent twirls. He heard the soft thumps of her shoes and the sharp intake of her breathing as she glided over the dance floor. When she danced into the light, her expression held a soft sadness, and he could tell she was immersed in a secret world where no one could touch her.

From the point of her toes to the tips of her fingers, her grace held him captive, and he had to remind himself to blink. He understood now why Edward had chosen her. She commanded eyes to watch her with just her presence.

Scarlet danced around, holding her hands out to nothing, as if pleading to an invisible partner. Her leg rose in a controlled lift, and she extended her reach out. When her leg descended, she executed a turn, overstepped, and stumbled.

“Shit,” she muttered. She stopped and bent down to grab a towel on her bag. She wiped her forehead, then let her head lean back to stretch her neck.

Alex took another few steps into the room. “Is your back feeling better?”

Scarlet jumped, her hand flying to her mouth. She squinted at Alex, and recognition registered on her face. Scarlet smiled, putting the towel down to grab a water bottle.

“Yeah,” she said, taking a quick drink. “This is just a duo dance and it’s a little difficult when I don’t have my partner around, but he has a social life.”

Alex nodded. “So, even if you weren’t under curfew, you’d be here?”

“I like it here,” Scarlet said. “My grandmother always said dancing is the closest thing to magic.” She looked around and shrugged. “Guess I just get lost in my world. You don’t mind, do you? I won’t be much longer.”

“It’s fine,” Alex said. “I like watching you dance. It’s calming, even without music.”

Scarlet kept her eyes on him for a moment before she tilted her head in question. “Hey, do you want to do me a favor?”

Alex blinked. “Uh, depends.”

She chuckled, throwing the water bottle down. “I just need you to stand here as a base. I need to nail this sequence and the fouetté. Grab under my leg when I raise it to you. Then lift me from a floor position to mid, which is where your chin is, and right back down. I’ll guide you.”

Alex had no idea what she said, but he doubted it would be that complicated. He shrugged. “Okay.”

“Thanks.” She pointed at the floor. “Just stand here.”

Alex unbuttoned his blazer, removing it and his gun. He placed them on a chair against the wall and moved to the middle of the floor as directed.

Scarlet took a deep breath and her face relaxed. She fell into the same zone Alex had observed earlier, where it seemed nothing existed to her but dance. She stepped up to him, brushing her hand from his shoulder down to his palm. She grabbed hold and leaned in, kicking up behind her. He closed his eyes briefly as her movement made his pulse quicken.

Scarlet moved around him like an ethereal creature, her agile and controlled movements softly brushing against him. She ran her hands over his shoulders and his chest. He could hear her short breaths as her arms and legs executed their perfect action. He tensed up, attempting to push out the not-so professional thoughts that were slowly invading his mind.

Breathe, he commanded himself.

She stretched her body away from him, balancing perfectly on the tip of one foot, then turned back into him. Her back pressed into his chest and she brought her hands up toward his head, not quite brushing his face. He looked to the mirror across the room, studying the lines of her body.

He held his breath in again, as if it would help him feel less.

Scarlet spun around him one more time, ending in a series of turns before dropping down to his leg, and pushing away from him as if frightened.

He looked down at her in worry, but without missing a beat, she stretched away from him, arching her back.

Scarlet reached up a graceful hand to him. “Now pull me up to you.”

He took her hand, and pulled too hard. His strength lifted her easily off the floor and into his arms, which automatically closed around her as she collided with his chest.

She stopped and looked up at him in surprise. Both of their breathing elevated, despite Alex not having moved a muscle. He swallowed again and parted his lips, wanting to say something, but not knowing what.

Scarlet lifted her chin a little. Alex stared at her lips. The seemed to inch closer, full and waiting. He wanted to let the heated captivation of her dance push him over that edge, and the heavy tension of their embrace dared him to make that move. The sudden rush of desire surprised him.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

C. E. Vescio is a jack of all trades- and mastered at least one. Her first novel, Elegantly Wasted, touched on the demented and humorous side of a delightfully dysfunctional family. She’s a fan of writing and reading science fiction, urban fantasy, romantic suspense and contemporary fiction.

C. E. is a Navy vet, professional photographer, web designer, gamer, cosplayer, and a sporadic burlesque performer. She’s from Phoenix, but lives in Las Vegas with her husband, John and three mutts. They’re expecting their first child in January of 2018.

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An interview with author, Jessie Pinkham, about her Gay, Erotic, Fantasy ~ Romance on the Go~Short Story, The Dragon Keeper

Welcome, Jessie! I found your short story, The Dragon Keeper, about the plot to exterminate all dragons in a kingdom, fascinating.

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

I come up with stories whether I write them and share them or not. I’ve been doing it since I was a little girl. Since the stories are in me, and I love the process of creating them, why not write and publish them? As a reader, I know how much I appreciate a good story, so I’m happy to contribute for other people to enjoy.

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

The Dragon Keeper is not what I would consider a ‘message story,’ in that I never set out to write it with a moral. I wanted to write a fun and plausible fantasy tale with unique characters, and readers can enjoy it on that level.

That being said, I think it’s a celebration of doing the right thing even at great personal cost, and in this way it’s empowering. I’m a tremendous believer in the importance of doing the right thing and pursuing truth, no matter what the consequences are, and those sentiments definitely influenced this story.

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

Most of my stories start with a “What if?” In this case, I wondered how humans would interact with dragons if they actually existed. How would we coexist? Would people even be willing to coexist with dragons? If we couldn’t control dragons, could we still find a way to benefit from them?

Answering these questions gave me the basics of my world. I tried to ground the fantasy elements in realism, because I wanted the story and its universe to be relatable. I wanted readers to think, This makes sense. If dragons existed, people would do that.

From there, I started wondering what kind of man would devote his life to working with dragons. How would he interact with people? What would he need in a relationship, and what would he have to offer a partner?

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

I had to learn the value of humility in accepting editor’s feedback. It’s a bit of a blow to the ego of a romance writer when your manuscript comes back and the editor didn’t like an entire sex scene! That being said, the second version of this particular sex scene is truly much better than the first. I had wanted to make a statement about sex scenes, to put out something which said, “Look, sex doesn’t have to involve any penetration, mutual masturbation can be hot,” and while I stand by that idea, it didn’t translate very well in the context of this particular story.

You can read part of the revised scene in the excerpt below and see for yourself how it turned out instead.

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?

The shorter a story is, the less important supporting characters are to me. Because The Dragon Keeper is a short work, the supporting characters play a minimal role. None of my supporting characters have gotten their own story yet, but it might happen for one of my current works in progress.

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

I am a complete pantser! If I had to have an entire story plotted out before I started writing, I’d never finish a single manuscript. I don’t necessarily write in order, either. For The Dragon Keeper, I wrote the epilogue when I was about halfway through the main story, which is standard for my process.

My writing tends to be based around the characters, and as I develop a sense of who my main characters are, the plot usually falls into place. The Dragon Keeper is, if I may invent a word, my pantserest story yet. When I started, I pulled up a new document on my computer and decided I wanted to write a story with dragons. I didn’t have the vaguest idea what the plot would turn out to be until the first chapter was written.

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.)

In terms of M/M romance, my favorites are N.R. Walker’s Imago series and Broken by Nicola Haken. I enjoy historical fiction, and in that genre Edward Rutherfurd’s London and Sarem are at the top of my list. I’ll stop there, or we’ll be here for ages!

What’s next on your literary horizon?

I’m always juggling multiple works in progress. I have a complete inability to write one story at a time, which can be a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing when I have writer’s block for one story but can work on another, and a curse when I realize just how long I’ve been working on a story that still isn’t finished.

Right now I’m writing a contemporary romance dealing with the fallout of religious abuse, and on a completely different note, a science fiction romance where some humans have been genetically engineered to possess paranormal abilities. I like to read and write different subgenres of romance, as you can tell.

Blurb:

Sometimes it takes a crisis to appreciate a good man…

When Aldric first meets Lito, he considers the man a nuisance. As a dragon keeper for the kingdom of Corancia, he has more important tasks than answering an artist’s numerous questions about dragons.

Lito travelled to Corancia so he could observe dragons firsthand for his paintings, and he’s full of questions about the magnificent creatures. His questions aren’t merely for his art, however, they arise from his deep love of dragons. When he overhears a plot by his own kingdom to eliminate the animals, he has to choose between his loyalty and his beloved dragons.

Working to prevent the extermination of dragons throws Aldric and Lito together. Lust is in the air, and if they’re lucky, they could end up with a happily ever after.

Excerpt:

Once the artist set down his pen, Aldric ventured to ask, “Does it take many years of training to be an artist?”

“To be a good one, yes. Particularly when it comes to the details of preparing materials and paints. However, at the risk of being outrageously bold, after the way you were looking at me I’ll be more than a touch disappointed if you are thinking only of my craft.”

It was very bold indeed, but Aldric found he liked that. “Not only, no.” He glanced down at Lito’s hands. “Your hands are nimble, and you have such control.”

Lito smiled. “Perhaps you’re wondering what else I can do with them?”

Aldric felt himself blush. “You are outrageously bold.”

“And you need not hold yourself back so much. Certainly not after I established that you aren’t the only one interested. Is everyone in the north so restrained?”

“No. I spend more time with dragons than with people.”

“We ought to do something about that,” said Lito. He reached out, placing one hand on the side of Aldric’s face. “I see no reason you can’t enjoy human company when your workday is completed.”

Aldric did not enjoy the company of just any human. Lito’s was among those he did enjoy. “I don’t know the custom for seducing a houseguest,” he confessed. “Am I supposed to offer you supper first, or take you to bed straightaway?”

Lito laughed. “I believe I’m the one seducing you. In either case, bed, please.”

Aldric took Lito to his bedroom, glad that his bedding was recently returned from the laundress. It would not do to appear slovenly.

Not that Lito paid heed to the room, as his attention was reserved for Aldric. Specifically, removing Aldric’s clothing. He made short work of it all, followed quickly by his own. Naked, they admired each other.

Aldric was not one to admire for very long when he could be touching. He ran his hand down Lito’s neck and traced the muscles on the artist’s chest, enjoying not just the feel of muscle but the way Lito reacted with quickened breath and shivering skin.

He sat on his bed and pulled Lito down so the other man was straddling his lap. This was an excellent position, which allowed for roaming hands and the thrill of their cocks bumping together. Lito also took this as time for kissing. Aldric was not always fond of the activity, but he found with Lito he quite liked it. All the more so when Lito arranged himself so their chests were together and his hands traced a roving pattern on Aldric’s back at the same time his tongue explored Aldric’s mouth.

It had been some time since Aldric last enjoyed the company of another man, and he forcibly quelled his impatience. He found it was always better to take one’s time in matters of sexual pleasure, so he focused on individual sensations: the feel of Lito’s weight on his lap, the sound of their kisses and Lito’s barely audible whimpers, the heady scent of aroused men, and the shocks of pleasure when their cocks touched.

Lito dragged his fingernails along Aldric’s spine and pulled his mouth away. “You see, it pays handsomely to be outrageously bold.”

Such was not Aldric’s style, but he appreciated it in Lito. “Indeed, it does.” Then he put his mouth to work pressing kisses along his lover’s neck, which earned him a series of delightful moans. He enjoyed a vocal lover. Each noise served as a reward for his efforts and told him what his partner especially liked.

He leaned to lie flat on his back, taking Lito down with him. The weight of another man’s body atop his own excited him, as did Lito’s next enthusiastic round of kissing and rubbing.

When the artist next stopped kissing he said, “I do believe I spoke of what else I can do with my hands. I ought to demonstrate.”

“By all means.”

His fingers were as nimble as earlier, only now the quick motions danced around Aldric’s sac. “You are very talented,” said Aldric.

“I always endeavor for the best possible results.”

How fortunate for Aldric. He gasped as Lito took his cock in one hand while the other continued its tantalizing massage of his balls.

“It’s a benefit to bedding an artist.” Lito smiled, clearly pleased with Aldric’s reaction to his ministrations. “Well-trained hands combined with ceaseless striving for perfection.”

If one considered an orgasm perfection, Aldric was fast approaching it until Lito suddenly stopped and said, “I want to undo you, Aldric.”

He was about to remark that letting go of his cock was not a good way to achieve that goal, when Lito did something remarkable. He lowered himself down Aldric’s body and took Aldric’s cock in his mouth.

The sensation was so overwhelmingly wonderful that it took Aldric a moment to ask, “What are you doing?”

Lito paused, which was a great loss and made Aldric regret his question. “You don’t mean to tell me you’ve never done this?”

“I’ve never heard of taking a cock in my mouth.”

The artist’s eyes widened in surprise. “How dreadful. I must show you what you’ve been missing.”

Aldric decided he’d been missing a great deal.

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An interview with author, Katherine Wyvern, about her, Contemporary, New, LGBTQ Novel, Woman as a Foreign Language

Welcome, Katherine! I must tell you that I was captivated by the title of your new novel, Woman as a Foreign Language. Quite simply, it is brilliant! Before we proceed, please allow me to say how impressed I am by your personal courage and what you reveal in this interview.

Woman as a Foreign Language

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

Well, in part I always loved to read, so written storytelling is something I grew up with. It’s really like a natural instinct. More specifically, years ago I was looking for Erotica I could read, and found little really to my taste, so I did what I usually do in such cases, which, is, I made my own. That’s how I started writing erotic stories, and how I came to write Romance.

This last story though has a somewhat deeper, cathartic aspect to it, because much in it is autobiographic.

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

Yes! It is a story about transgender people, in the widest sense of the word, and the hard time they can have when surrounded by intolerance and the limited mindset of much of our society. I wanted to write a story about love, tolerance and acceptance. Also I wanted to write about the less extreme manifestations of gender queerness, which does not necessarily always extend to full scale sex reassignment procedures. There are many shades of in-between in the gender spectrum and each of them is legitimate and deserving of respect.

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

There are two main characters in the story, and the inspiration for them came from very different corners. Julia/n is a cross-dresser and he was “built” piecemeal from many different sources, both real and fictional. One ingredient in it was Eddie Redmayne’s terrific performance as Lili Elbe in the Danish Girl. I really wanted to write a character with that grace and presence, but in a completely different social context, one where he could more comfortably inhabit both his identities. Another inspiration was the beautiful Russian model Daniel/Danila Kovalev and several other people! Nina, is a profoundly autobiographic character, and much of what she is, is, in fact, simply me.

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

Two, mainly. One was researching Julia/n’s character to make it believable. It is a Romance novel, and it does not need to be a documentary, but even so, I wanted it to be realistic. So I spent about three months reading tons of posts from cross-dressers and transwomen about their experiences, from tucking to dating. It was quite an eye-opener, I tell you! But I spoke and exchanged with some of the most incredible persons, and owe them a lot for their patience and generosity.

The other difficult thing was deciding how to treat Nina’s abuse history in the story. It needed to be strong enough that a reader would perceive the crippling effects of it, but I didn’t want to make this a horror story. It was a fine line, between the darkness, and keeping the general tone of the book upbeat and optimistic.

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

Dare to be yourself. Don’t let other people’s perception of you shape your own identity!

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?

It changes from story to story. Some of my books have large casts of characters, who often end up taking center stage. Black Carnival was like that. It has really, almost, six main characters, and all of them ended up gobbling up a lot of page space both in the book itself and its sequels! Woman as a Foreign Language is a much more intimate story. It is as much about loneliness and solitude as anything else, and the secondary characters definitely stay in the background.

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 am very eclectic and I have written Fantasy, Contemporary, Sci-fi, MF, MM, FF, menage…

I am looking forward to really sink my teeth in two new stories I am working on now, which are both to the paranormal side. I have never tried that before, and I am looking forward to explore the magic and its possibilities, within a contemporary context … it won’t be as good as Harry Potter, but I’d like to sprinkle some magic in our own world.

What or who influences your writing?

Much of my writing is rooted in my own life experiences and has at least a bit of an autobiographic element. From a literary point of view, my prose owes a lot to my favourite authors, Antonia Byatt, Patrick o’Brian, and J.R.R. Tolkien.

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

A hopless pantser!! The only time I “plotted” a book it came out somewhat lukewarm. As far as I have a process, it is to write down the most emotional scenes of a story first. These are the scenes that really scream to be written, and I usually write them in no order whatsoever. WaaFL’s ending was one of the first things I wrote for the book! After these bits are written I can start connecting them into a coherent narrative, and sometimes I can be tolerably systematic about it.

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

As I wrote before, Antonia Byatt (I’d be terrified to meet her. I fear that my claim that her prose influenced mine would seem terribly presumptuous!), Patrick O’Brian (I suppose the only proper meeting would be at sea), and J.R.R. Tolkien, whom would be welcome to visit my property and suggest improvements, since I am aiming to a very Shire-like ambiance!

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.)

Possession (A.Byatt), for the ferociously versatile voice in it. It is a ventriloquist’s book. She bends her style from contemporary intrigue and biography to feminist literary critique, to Victorian poetry and journal writing. It is amazing, dazzling. And the story has me on the edge of the seat from beginning to end. The whole Aubrey-Maturin series by Patrick O’Brian, part for the setting (much of it at sea, during the Napoleonic Wars) but part for the prose (which can be sublime or incredibly humorous) and for the fantastic characters in it. More than once I surprised myself thinking of Stephen Maturin as a real actual friend. That’s how well written he is. And the Lord of the Rings, for the amazing scope of the world-building, the great beauty of it, and once again, for the pliant prose in which the story is narrated. There are many other books I love (Moby Dick, Harry Potter, Die Purpurlinie by Wolfram Fleishhauer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, to name a few) , but these are really “the three”.

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

I am obsessively creative. I love to make things from the strangest mediums and materials. Needlework, painting, woodwork, even cob building. As long as I am creative, I am good. When I really collapse, I have been known to sleep 36 hours in a row.

What’s next on your literary horizon?

I have two stories started. One is a dark twist on the ubiquitous shifter theme, where the werewolf is reverted to his original sinister, evil nature. There’s forests, and hunts and more than a little BDSM thrown in. The other is a much lighter tale of love and magic in contemporary London, which may end up being split in two short stories.

What is important in your life and why?

The time to be creative, without which I just would not be myself. My husband, who is my true soulmate and without whom it would make little sense to be on this planet. And my animals, who are an eternal source of fun (and occasionally heartbreak)

Blurb for your book:

What do you do when the woman you want to be … is a man?

Nina’s abusive childhood left her feeling so vulnerable when wearing anything flimsier than combat boots that she has spent her whole adult life dressed like a gang boy. But when she meets the tall, glamourous, charismatic Julia (actually her cross-dressing neighbor, Julian, going out en femme), Nina is seized by an overwhelming and terrifying urge to finally express her own femininity.

Julia/n has not only a slightly split personality but also a thoroughly broken heart. What s/he wants most is a partner who will love both Julia and Julian. While Nina learns from Julia how to be a woman, Julian discovers that they might well be made for each other, but it will take a struggle against prejudice and a whole conservative mind-set before they can follow their hearts, and express their true, unique, and beautiful selves.

Excerpt from your book:

“Well, are we going out this evening or what?” asked Julia, seeing Nina sitting down still naked on the bed.

“Oh, it will take me two minutes to get ready,” said Nina, smiling up at her. “I am not such a woman as you,” she added, grinning impishly.

“Oh, indeed?” said Julia, and pinched her nose in passing, then went to the wardrobe to fish out some stockings, a pocket bra and breast forms. Boobs were invariably the first thing. She liked her body well enough, as a man or a woman, except for that flat chest. A girl should have tits, and a boy should have some muscle at least, but somehow, she had failed to achieve either. The sweet, soft, bouncy weight of the breast forms immediately made her feel better about herself. Stockings were always the next thing. Her legs were as smooth as silk in any case, but the sleek feel of stockings on them was almost an aphrodisiac. Time was, long ago, when she was much, much younger, when just wearing a pair of stockings would give her a hard-on. She was not such a green horn anymore, luckily, because the last thing she needed right now was an erection.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and pulled on her gaff half the way. She gently maneuvered her testicles back up to where they were before they dropped (if only they had stayed there, she thought despondently, and not for the first time), then gave her empty scrotum a slight twist and pushed it down and back towards her buttocks. She was on the point of tucking her penis down and under the same way (if she laid them side by side, they looked every bit like labia through her gaff … et voilà, instant pussy… more or less), when she caught sight of Nina’s eyes. Nina was still sitting on the bed, still naked, and gazing at her with those gorgeous gipsy eyes, studying everything Julia did and every inch of her body. Julia threw a look at her own lean, white figure in the mirror. She was standing with a hand between her legs and her gaff askew, half way between her knees and her hips, which felt somewhat less than graceful and dignified, and she wondered what Nina was seeing that was so entrancing.

“What?” she asked, smiling.

“Nothing. I did wonder where they went, when … you know.”

Julia grinned. “They don’t go very far, worry not.”

Nina stretched herself long, like a happy cat, still gazing hungrily at her, eating her with her eyes.

And suddenly Julia stiffened. “Oh dear,” she said.

“What?” asked Nina, in a somewhat comical echo of what Julia had said less than a minute earlier.

“Er … ahem. Stop looking at me. Just don’t. I can’t tuck it with a hard-on!”

Nina covered her face with her hands, vainly trying to suppress a fit of laughter. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t!”

Julia was laughing too by now. It was hopeless. She let the whole lot hang out again and took two short steps to the bed (the gaff half-way up made it impossible to step out properly). She kneeled on the bed and started tickling Nina’s feet, the back of her knees and her sides.

“I didn’t do anything, I didn’t,” Nina repeated, between peals of laughter.

“Ah, but you were thinking, don’t deny that you were thinking.”

“Ok, ok, maybe I was, a little bit, please stop, stop, please!” Nina turned on her side, and curled up in a tight ball, still shaking with laughter. Julia stopped tickling her and pushed her on her belly, wiggled out of the gaff, then straddled Nina’s small buttocks and leaned down to nuzzle her neck and the back of her head.

“What were you thinking, you imp? Mh? What were you thinking?”

She bit gently into Nina’s earlobe and kissed her cheek. Nina smiled beatifically.

“That you are an elf, an angel, a goddess.”

“A female-female she-goddess? Really, with all this embarrassment hanging out all over the place like this?”

She let her cock and her smooth, smooth balls brush Nina’s buttocks, smiled and kissed her again.

“Always. You will always be a goddess to me,” murmured Nina, drinking in the kisses, her eyes closed. Her hand searched for Julia’s hand, their fingers wove together of their own accord, and Nina drew the hand closer to kiss Julia’s fingertips one by one, adoringly. Julia smiled and pressed her breasts down on Nina’s back, rubbing them gently on her shoulder blades.

She kissed Nina again and again, on her temple, cheek, eyelid, nose, the corner of her mouth. She was so precious. Sleek, small-boned, but fierce and sharp, like a bird of prey, hooded and caged, but never quite tamed. And I have set you free, and you chose to fly to me.

“I love you. Darling,” she whispered in her ear, in her huskiest, deepest voice, and Nina shuddered all over while her spine gave a twist, as Julia knew it would. Nina turned under her, to hug her and draw her body down. Julia moved her knees within Nina’s legs, and just like that, without any difficulty, her untimely erection found a place to go.

So wet. How can you become so wet just by looking at me? What do you see that nobody else ever saw? What do you see that even I don’t see? Julia sank her face in Nina’s neck, to kiss her, bite her, whisper in her ear, yes, oh yes, whisper and murmur and cajole, until my voice will make you melt, my love, my love, my love.

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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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