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Sunday, 21 December 2014

Swordplay. A Jeff Woods Mystery by Chris T. Kat

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After leaving his dream job as an Atlantic City detective, Jeff Woods has moved to Washington DC with his life partner Alex Fisher and Alex's disabled little brother Sean. Parker Trenkins, Jeff’s ex-partner on the force, has made the move as well, along with his significant other David. Jeff and Parker partner up once again, but in a new way, as owners of their own detective agency.
Life is difficult at the best of times. Sean loses sight in one of his eyes, a direct result of being pushed into the Atlantic by a homicidal maniac a year ago. In his struggle to deal with everything, a restless Alex enrolls in Tai Chi classes at a nearby school.
As it happens, a murder case Jeff and Parker take involves the head of that very Tai Chi School, Charles Cooper. Cooper is a suspect in the murder of a financial corporation official. He appears to have motive. Jeff and Parker's investigation arouses the real killer’s interest, and if they don't uncover his identity soon, it may be too late for them.

Excerpt from Chapter One:
“Earth to Jeff. Someone in there?” Parker was standing next to me, waving his hand in front of my face.
“Fuck off, Parker.”
“Wow. Remind me not to talk to you before you’ve had decent caffeine input. Now, come on, why are you so tired? I’m your new shrink, remember?” Parker blinked his blue eyes at me in mock-offense, flipping a lock of black hair back.
I snorted. Coffee aroma filled the air, and the water bubbled enticingly. After rubbing my hands over my eyes, I leaned back in the chair and looked up at him. The man drove me crazy on a daily basis, but he was my best friend—right after Alex, my lover, of course.
“Oh boy, this is going to be a long story, isn’t it? Hang on, I need to sit down.” With a theatrical flourish, he heeled a chair closer and fell onto it with gleeful expectation written all over his face.
“Sean’s going to lose sight in his left eye.”
Parker’s mouth dropped open, and for a long time neither of us said anything. I stared at him, wondering whether I should’ve cushioned my words a bit. His jaw muscles tightened, and he worked hard to get words out of his mouth. I’d probably worn a similar expression yesterday when Alex broke the news to me after the visit with the eye specialist. Sean was only seven years old—only seven. Didn’t he’d already suffer enough with his cerebral palsy?
“You can’t just drop a bomb like that without giving me fair warning,” Parker protested.
I shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Are you sure?”
I gave a curt nod. My eyes stung stupidly. Alex had tried so hard to keep it together, but in the end he’d wept for hours, cuddled up against me. He’d cried endlessly for his little brother and what he had to go through. I’d feared he’d make himself sick—which he had, but only once—and when he’d finally fallen asleep, I’d lain awake in our bed, helpless and hurting.
“What about another opinion? Maybe—”
“Parker, that was the third opinion. We noticed he was getting clumsier and he was losing focus on his left side. His sight in that eye has gone down to ten percent, and it won’t take long for the rest to vanish too. We’ll cope.”
Whether I wanted to reassure myself or Parker didn’t really matter, did it? At least I’d had enough presence of mind not to throw that platitude around when I talked to Alex. He never bought into any of them. Parker, however, did from time to time.
“Does Sean know?”
Pain closed like a vise around my throat, and I coughed in a deliberate attempt to get rid of it. “Yes. We explained it to him.”
“How did he react?”
I grimaced. “He was worried about his other eye, but the doc said it was okay. Sean’s main concerns were if he was still allowed to go to school and if we’d still love him.”
I bolted from the chair, choking on my last words, and stalked over to the coffeemaker. I poured milk into Parker’s mug, added two spoonfuls of sugar, then attempted to grab the glass carafe. My hands shook.
Parker materialized next to me, nudged me aside, and filled our mugs. I was still blinking against the wetness in my eyes. Maybe it was a good thing I’d had no time for breakfast earlier. I wasn’t sure if it would’ve stayed down anyway. Alex hadn’t even tried to eat this morning. He’d been white as a sheet when I left. I hadn’t wanted to come to work, but the money had to come in from somewhere and—

Chris T. Kat
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.


Saturday, 20 December 2014

Memories of Forgotten Love by Cheryl Headford Character Interview with Noah and Luke

After waking from a coma, Noah discovers that memories are tricky, and sometimes blissful ignorance isn’t such a bad thing.

Noah wakes from a coma with no memory of who he is. As his memories return they become stranger and more sinister at every turn. He begins to suspect the accident in which he was injured wasn’t an accident at all, and refuses to accept what everyone is saying – that he threw himself off his balcony in a suicide attempt. It just doesn’t feel like something he would do. Struggling to come to terms with the shocking story he gradually uncovers, he’s helped by his friends. Yet, his best friend, Luke is acting strangely, leaving Noah to wonder just what exactly he isn’t telling him.

Today, I have a guest interviewer, the lovely Zeoanne, who is going to talk to Noah and Luke from Memories of Forgotten Love. I hope you all enjoy.

Zeoanne: Welcome, Noah and Luke. Make yourselves at home. I've made you carrot cake and tea.

Noah: (taking a large slice) Mmm. Thank you.

Luke: I thought you didn’t like carrot cake.

Noah: I didn’t. It’s weird. Since the accident, I like loads of things I didn’t before, and there are things I liked before I can bear even to smell now. Like sushi. I used to love sushi.

Luke: (grumbling) And pizza. You used to love pizza. I love pizza.

Noah: I still like pizza, just not the pizza you have. (Looks at Zeoanne) I mean, can you blame me? He likes pepperoni and tuna. Would you like that?

Luke: Well, you like pineapple and apple, like that’s not weird. It’s a fruit salad, not a pizza.

Zeoanne: You could have one of each.

Noah: (Noah shoots Luke a ‘look’ and Luke scowls) For Luke no pizza under 12” counts as a pizza.

Zeoanne: Think about a sectional, boys. Moving swiftly on –  It's been over a year since last we saw you. I understand you still haven't had any contact with your father, Noah. Is this how it will be from here on and will you ever consider to at least tell your mum and sister what happened to you both?

Noah: We’ve talked about it a lot. (He glances at Luke, who leans over and takes his hand. For a moment the boys are lost in each other’s eyes, until Zeaonne coughs). Sorry. Luke knows how difficult this is for me, and he’s very protective. My father’s in prison now. He was sent down a couple of months after I got Luke back. (Again, the boys gaze at each other, but Luke nudges Noah, so Zeoanne doesn’t have to intervene again.)

There’s no way I could live with him again, and Luke really wasn’t keen about letting him get us a place, so I stayed with him for a while until we got our own place. Father put some money in the bank, and I persuaded Luke to use some of it, but most of it’s lying there still.

Luke: You know as well as I do he probably gave you that much money because he wanted to hide it from the Tax people, not because he really wanted you to have it.

Noah: (Shrugs) I really don’t care. As far as I’m concerned it’s blood money, but that’s okay by me. He owes us and no money in the world is going to pay that debt. We both paid for that money in blood, and if it helps make life a little easier for us, then great. I know you don’t want us to use it, but it’s ours, so why not?

Luke: Maybe. One day. At the moment I just feel everything he touched is dirty.

Noah: He’s my father. He touched me – not in that way, so don’t look at me like that.

Luke: (Smirks) I wasn’t. I was just thinking….

Noah: About what?

Luke: You, being dirty.

(A huge grin spreads over Luke’s face, and Noah hits him with a cushion.)

Noah: I’m sorry. He really isn’t usually like this. He’s the serious and introvert one. I’m the exhibitionist. I can only put it down to the sudden onset of insanity. The men in white coats will be here soon.

Luke: Don’t even joke about that.

Noah: See? This is how he is. I can’t even joke. (Noah’s face and voice changes as he looks at Luke and squeezes his hand.) I wasn’t mentally ill, honey, and I wasn’t in the psychiatric hospital for long. They just wanted to help…and they did. Kind of. And it’s not like it’s ever going to happen again.

Luke: (fiercely) No, never again.

Zeoanne: What is the relationship you have with your mother and sister now? I supposed that after a year they know you are together, right?

Noah: They knew straight away. I think my mother, at least, knew before. Possibly before I did. She’s spooky like that. The only reason she didn’t say anything was because she knows what my father’s like.

I can’t say our relationship went back to the way it was before, because I don’t think it ever can, not after something like that, but it’s pretty good. Ailee practically had a nervous breakdown, when they came back from their trip and I wasn’t there. She thought she was going to lose me again, and it was horrible. I had to stay at my house for a few days because she wouldn’t leave my side, although I couldn’t stand it for long, not knowing HE was in the same house. (I'd say “Knowing he was under the same roof”)

She comes over all the time. She has her own room.

Luke: Your mother isn’t doing so well though. It was a huge shock when your father went down.

Noah: And that’s exactly why we didn’t tell her about what happened to me. At least this way it wasn’t my fault.

Luke: It was never your fault.

Noah: You know what I mean. People can be funny about things like that. Bitterness and regret are dangerous things.

Luke: True. But it’s over now.

Noah: Yes. Over.

Zeoanne: I see you still have your natural color hair. Although I liked what you looked like in the pictures I've seen of you, I rather like the natural color and besides, two blondes together? Phew! *Fans herself* Good gracious, boys! You must turn quite a few heads walking on the streets.

Noah: Luke turns more heads than I do, and can you wonder? He’s beautiful. (Luke blushes, and hits Noah with the cushion) You can hardly really call my hair blonde anyway. His is like gold, well pale gold. When the sun shines, sometimes it’s almost silver. It’s so unusual, people can’t help but stare at it. Even before I knew we were in love, I was fascinated by his hair. (Noah reaches out and touches Luke’s hair. Luke turns his face away, blushing even more) That and his eyes. It’s the first thing I remember about seeing him for the first time, again.

Luke You’re the one with hair like gold. It’s not washed out and wishy washy like mine. It’s so thick and looks like honey spilled on a big…gold…something. Gah. I’m not good with words.

Noah: You’re good with the words that matter.

(Luke smiles, shyly)

Zeoanne: When you wake up in the morning what’s the first thing you do? Oh, someone is seriously blushing! Ha! (Luke is blushing giving a clue as what they do first thing in the morning)

Noah: Luke blushes at just about everything. The first think Luke does in the morning is put on the coffee pot and the first think I do is drink the coffee. Luke doesn’t like coffee. He has some disgusting fancy tea stuff.

Luke: Tchai

Noah: Whatever. The important thing is, he makes coffee for me. I’m often very stiff in the morning. I still have problems with weakness in my arm and leg, and sometimes they really hurt, especially if I’m lying on that side. I get migraines too, if I get up too quickly. Let’s say I’m a slow starter.

Luke: Not in everything. What? She started it. (Explanation as to why he said 'What?' ie, Noah stared at Luke wide eyed)

Zeoanne: Noah, tell me about Luke. What do you like most about him? What are your deepest feelings for him? Where did you meet and what did you think of him at first sight? (The same question for Luke)

Noah: What do I like most about Luke? Everything. He’s fearless, beautiful, sweet, thoughtful…. Perfect. Okay, perfect for me. He takes care of me. I have a lot of ongoing needs and he’s great. Just the right balance between sympathy and kicking my arse.

My deepest feelings? Before I remembered Luke as my boyfriend, I knew him as my best friend, and that hasn’t changed. He’s everything to me. My best friend, my lover, my savior, my hero. I don’t know where I’d be now if it wasn’t for him.

Luke: You’d be wherever you wanted to be. You think I’m fearless? I’ve never known anyone like you in my life. You’ve faced some serious shit, I mean enough to put most people on their arse, but you always fight back, you always get there. I don’t have your words, and you know that.

My deepest feelings? I thought I’d lost you once, and it broke me. You’re everything to me.

Zeoanne: If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do? Which places would you like to visit?

Luke: Amusement arcades. I’d love to go to Vegas. All that energy. I like cars too. I did a bit of racing when I was…. Well, after Noah was…. I kind of…. And I….

Noah: What Luke is trying to say, is that when I was in hospital, in a coma, and he had the ridiculous idea it was his fault, he went off the rails a bit and did some stupid, dangerous things. He still hasn’t told me everything, but I know he did some stupid stuff with cars. Idiot. He could have been killed.

Luke: That was kind of the idea at the time.

Noah: Idiot. (He gives Luke the softest look)

Zeoanne: What about you, Noah?

Noah: I like being outside. I can’t go on quite as long hikes as I did before, but I like to walk. My favourites are coastal walks. There’s nothing nicer than walking a cliff path, or on the beach at sunrise or sunset, watching the colours in the sea, and sky. All the purples and golds.

Luke: See? He’s the one with all the pretty words.

Zeoanne: You've been together for so long now, are there any plans in the future for a wedding? *Grins suggestively for an invitation*

Luke: (blushes) Umm.

(They look a little uncomfortable)

Noah: Well…. Luke’s asked me about four times.

Luke: Five.

Noah: Sorry, five. It’s not that I don’t want to get married. It’s just…

Luke: Having a big, fancy wedding is more important to him than actually marrying me.

Noah: It’s not like that, and you know it. This is why we end up arguing every time and putting the whole thing back on the shelf. There’s nothing in the world I’d like more than to marry you but you don’t understand. I spent a year on my back in a hospital, not having a clue where I was; who I was. I’m still trying to find myself. My mother and sister have gone through hell – with me, and my father, and….

Luke: And you want to put on a show for them; to play happy families.

Noah: No. That’s not it. (Sighs an turns to Zeoanne) It all comes back to my father’s money again. Luke doesn’t want to use it and that’s the only way we can afford a big wedding. I can’t explain why it’s so important to me. It’s more than just putting on a show. There are a whole bundle of things all mixed up.

I almost died. I came so close, Luke though I’d gone, which is why he ran away and did those stupid things. I’ve been told, by some…less thoughtful people, that it’s okay for me because I didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t, not at the time. That doesn’t mean it was easy. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew it wasn’t right. I knew I wasn’t right. I was scared. There was a big black hole in my head that was sucking the life out of me and no matter what I did, I just couldn’t fill it. I still have blanks in my memory. It’s still losing things.

Sometimes….sometimes I…I get scared. Sometimes I…I…won…der if it will all go away ag…ain. See? Wh…when I get emo….tional my speech goes…goes to…to hell, and what if…what if it all falls down around me again. Th….there are so many memories that have just….gone. I don’t remember my sister being born. I don’t rem…remember how Luke and I met, what I thought the very first time I look…looked into his…his eyes. I don rem…ember our first kiss, or…or…I d…don’t...

(Noah pauses, takes and takes a deep breath. Luke puts a hand on his arm but he shakes it off)

It’s just…. I’ve lost so many im…portant memories. I want to make new ones. Big ones. I know… I know we’re making memories every day and…and…and some of them are big ones, but….but….

Luke: Why didn’t you ever say all this before?

Noah: (lowers his head) Because we we…were al…ways in an ar…argu…ment and I can’t….I can’t….

Luke: Okay. It’s okay. I didn’t understand. I thought you were just being a spoiled rich kid.

Noah: When have I ever been…?

Luke: I know. It’s just…. I was brought up in a poor family. My mother had to fight for every penny. She has to take two jobs to keep food on the table, and you….

Noah: I’ve had everything I wanted. I guess.

Luke: If you’d told me it was this important and why…. (Luke takes a breath) Okay. We’ll do it your way. I want to do it your way. If I ask you again; if we have the big wedding you want….will you marry me?

Noah. I don’t know what…. I don’t…. Um…. Yeah. Yes, I’ll marry you.

Luke: At last! And of course it would have to be when I don’t have your bloody ring in my pocket.

Noah: You have a ring?

Luke: My mother gave me my father’s wedding ring.

Noah: Your fa…father’s. Why didn’t you tell me?

Luke: We were always in a row, and you’d get…like you do, and I’d get scared and…. It never came up.

Noah: (Noah gets up and throws his arms around Luke) We’ve both been idiots. I’m so sorry. I love you, Luke. I’d marry you right here and now if I could.

Zeoanne: So there’s going to be a wedding? (I'm sitting here with moisture in my eyes and a huge grin. I mean, Wow! How lucky of me to be witness to this proposal, here, in my own home!)

Noah: Yeah, there’s going to be a wedding, and of course you’re getting an invite. So will Nephy.

Zeoanne: Aww, you two look so damn gorgeous together. I love the way Luke blushes when he's on the spot. Are you always this shy?

Noah: He so is. It’s uber adorable. I love it.

Luke: Shut up.

Zeoanne: I adore the way you look at each other. There is so much love expressed in your eyes. I bet your friends envy the sort of relationship you two have.

Noah: Not all of them. Some of them don’t like that we’re together at all. Well…to be fair, they’re former friends now. Most of them are great.

Luke: We get teased all the time, but Beth and Aiden are pretty soppy, too.

Zeoanne: Noah, how did you manage school after been absent for a year? Was it difficult to get back and did you graduate?

Noah: I haven’t gone back to school. It’s something I’ve thought about, but we both need to work at the moment.

Luke: We don’t really. I told you. I can get another job. We’ll manage. You should go to school.

Noah: It’s too soon, Luke. I can’t…. I can’t study right now. My head’s not back together enough.

Luke: That’s an excuse. If I give in and use your father’s money for the wedding, you can get over your fear and get back to school. You know you’ll get into college easy enough. You should be going to university. You’ve got the brain for it. And don’t give me any crap about your brain being faulty because it’s not.

Noah: You just don’t want to believe that. You know I’m still having problems with my memory. I can’t remember what happened last week, let alone school work.

Luke: I think you’re wrong, but you have to do what you want. This isn’t something I can make you do.

Zeoanne: Were you out at school and were you accepted without any repercussion?

Noah: No, we weren’t out at school. We were keeping it secret, mainly because of my father. We’re completely out now, though, and no chance of us ever going back in the closet.

Zeoanne: I don't know how long your father's sentence is but are you afraid of anything happening to either of you once he's out?

Noah: Not at all. He never really meant to hurt either of us in the first place. He’s a weak man, and he just didn’t have the courage to stand up for what he’d done. He’s been punished now. He’ll be in prison for another four years, and he keeps asking to see me, to say sorry. I won’t be going anywhere near him, and if I never see him again it won’t be a moment too soon. I think the biggest danger I’ll be in is of being nagged to death by mother to try to repair our relationship, which is never going to happen.

Zeoanne: How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change?

Noah: Absolutely nothing.

Luke: Apart from that I’d like Noah to go to school, I wouldn’t want to change anything either.

Zeoanne: What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Noah: Being with Luke…especially in bed.

(Luke blushes)

Zeoanne: What is your greatest fear?

Luke: That I’ll lose Noah. I thought I had once, and I fell apart completely. I don’t think I could survive it again.

Noah: I think you’re wrong. There’s nothing you can’t survive. I keep telling you, you’re the strong one. What’s my fear? Apart from the obvious, I…. Sometimes I wake in the night, and for a moment I don’t know where I am, and I panic. I remember that feeling and I’m really scared that one day I’ll wake up with that feeling and it won’t go away. The thought of getting Alzheimer’s or Dementia terrifies me.

Luke: I think you’ve got a while to go before you have to worry about that.

Noah: I hope so

Zeoanne: It was great having you share your thoughts with us. I know you have a large audience who adore you and would love to get to know you better. I think this interview will help with that. I hope you'll have many, many years of happiness together and I also hope you will visit us again someday.

Noah: Wait. What? There’s an audience? What audience?

Luke: The people who read the book, dingbat.

Noah: Stop calling me that. It makes you sound like a complete dork.

Luke: And saying dork doesn’t?

Noah: (rolls eyes) Whatever. So, this audience. Do you mean, like, fans? Of us? Wow. Why? Why would anyone want to be a fan of me?

Luke: Oh no reason, just the little fact you went through what you did and survived. It’s one heck of a story, Noah.

Noah: I guess.

Luke: You guess?

Noah: Yes, alright. It’s a good story. Exciting, interesting, touching…whatever. A great story if you’re not living it.

Luke: True, but Nephy’s a great writer. She’ll have everyone living it with you.

Noah: God help them. I hope they enjoy it. Hey you out there, reading this. I went through hell for you to have a good story, you’d better bloody enjoy it.

Luke: You didn’t go through hell for the story. Stop being over dramatic.

Noah: Stop being so sensible.

Luke: You’re impossible. Just read the bloody book, will you? Go get it while I take this drama queen home.

Thank you Zeoanne, and thank you boys. You're so sweet.

If you want to do as commanded by Luke and 'buy the bloody book' you can find it here

Amazon UK

Amazon US

Featherweight Press

If you would like to find out a bit more about Nephylim and her craziness, a good friend, Frostina, has a marvelous interview posted Here

Thursday, 18 December 2014

A Paranormal Chipmunk Christmas by Jackie Nacht

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Short, sexy and sweet— where a little love goes a long way.

That’s the best way to describe Jackie Nacht’s stories. She was introduced to M/M Romance through her sister, Stephani, and read it for years. Then, she thought it was time to put her own stories on paper. Jackie began writing short and sweet stories that ended with a happily ever after.

Thinking back to her own book addiction, where there were many nights Jackie stayed up way too late so she could read just one more chapter— yeah, right— Jackie decided to write short romances for young adults as well as adults. Hopefully, they will give high school and college students, or working men and women something they can read during their lunch hour, in between classes or just when they want to briefly get away from the daily stresses of everyday life.

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Publisher: MLR Press

Cover Artist: Zathyn Priest


It's time for the chipmunk brothers to take their bear and wolf home to meet the family for the holidays.

A vicious horde of chipmunks? Dallas and Gunner knew that meeting their mate's family wasn't going to be a walk in the park. How could it be when they had eighteen brothers and sisters? This bear and wolf are about to be put to the test, surviving this family holiday. Will they be able to escape just the four of them or will they be taking some of the siblings back to White Pine...involuntarily?


Chapter One

Gunner gripped the armrest, stale air brushing over his face from the tiny fan above. He fucking hated to fly, he really did, but the destination was well worth it in the end. His mate, Phillip, sat next to him, smiling out the window as they flew toward Atlanta. Phillip and Nikko had grown up there and their mother had invited him and Dallas to spend the holidays with them. Gunner was all too excited to meet the family of his mate. Phillip talked about them often and Skyped with them frequently.

Gunner had talked to a few of them, but he had a feeling that he was ill prepared for meeting eighteen of Phillip’s brothers and sisters.

The plane tilted, and Gunner blew out a breath, feeling his stomach churn, his eyes frantically searching for the tiny bag in the pouch in front of him but coming up empty. The seats had seen better days, and he focused on the tear in the corner of the seat in front of him until the plane leveled off, praying he didn’t throw up in his mate’s lap.

A hand touched Gunner’s sweaty one, and he glanced over at Phillip, who eyed him with concern.

“Didn’t you take the Dramamine?”

Gunner swallowed thickly. “I took three.”

“Three!” Phillip shouted in alarm, turning toward him. “You’re supposed to take one, no more than two.”

“I thought…” I was going to crash and die. “Being a bigger guy, it wouldn’t work, and it hasn’t.”

“When did you take it?” Phillip placed his soft hands to his forehead. Silly chipmunk, Gunner wasn’t running a fever, just feeling the effects of motion sickness and fear take hold of him. He might be a bit clammy, but hot he was not.

“Right before we took off, and I’m a big guy. It goes by weight.” Gunner blew out a quivering breath.
Phillip was staring at him, shaking his head as if he’d lost his damn mind. “You’re a doctor…”

“Dentist,” Gunner interrupted.

“You know better. This is going to knock you on your ass,” Phillip hissed at him. Gunner wasn’t sure what Phillip was worried about. His mate should be reading the damn emergency brochure because
they were starting to have turbulence.

Oh shit! We’re gonna die!

Nikko stared at them from across the aisle. “What the hell is your problem? It’s not that bad.”

Not that bad.

He was going launch himself out of the seat and choke his brother-in-law. That is if he could unglue his hands from the armrest. Like the pieces of plastic would save him if they plummeted to their death, but the grips were a damn security blanket for him right now, so screw it.

Dallas shook his head from next to Nikko. “He hates to fly.”

“Well, it’s all fun and games until we’re dragging his ass all over Hartsfield-Jackson Airport. You know how big that airport is. Did you hear how much motion sickness medicine he took?” Nikko tattled on him to Dallas.

“They have a train,” Phillip defended him.

Nikko gave his brother an incredulous stare. “Then you carry him to the train yourself. By the time you’re through, you’ll look like fucking road kill.”

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**Author Bios**

- Rain Carrington
When she isn't taking out gay bashers with her mean right hook she is at her desk writing steamy stories of man on man love. Rain also spends time with her beloved family and friends and in her spare time maybe sleeps for a few hours.

Rain is an ally in the gay rights crusade, she also loves animals and tries her best to stop animal abuse.

She is at her desk now getting some of her other stories ready for publication and will let them out as she they are ready so keep an eye out for Cabin Fever next!

- Bey Deckard
Born and raised in a small coastal town in northern Québec, Bey spent his early summers on his uncle’s boat and running wild on the beaches of the surrounding islands, lighting fires and building huts out of driftwood and fishermen’s nets. As an adult, he eventually made his way to university and earned a degree in Art History with a strong focus on Anthropology. Primarily a portrait painter and graphic artist, Bey sat down one day and decided to write about the two things that he felt most passionate about: sex and the sea.

Bey currently lives in the wilds of Montréal with his best buddy, a spotty pit bull named Murphy. Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas is his first novel.

- Varian Krylov
Since her girlhood in a sunny coastal town in California, Varian Krylov has nurtured a love of words and a curiosity about the deep, dark forces at work in human nature, especially sexuality, and how they often paradoxically twine with our tenderest impulses. Her stories tend to explore the sometimes fine line between what arouses, and what frightens, what we’re driven to, and what we’re ashamed of.

As witty and seductive as I am sarcastic and self-deprecating, I spend as much time as possible thinking and writing about sex. No, not dense, inscrutable post-feminist texts on media representations of gender and the body--that was grad school. I write stories--short stories, novels, and starting a few weeks ago, screenplays--most of which poke and prod and the dark little corners of human sexuality. In a sense, nothing's taboo, anymore. There's no act, no fetish that hasn't been made utterly banal in the proliferation of porn. What intrigues and excites me is the exploration of the conflicting impulses, the twisted psychology and turbulent emotions of people who find themselves unable to resist desires that lie beyond their own moral boundaries.

- Mathew Ortiz
Mathew Ortiz was born in Nuremberg Germany in 197O, the son of a Army man and his Hungarian wife. Spending only two years in Germany, his family relocated to Fort Smith, Arkansas. Here is where he attended primary school and college, obtaining a degree in Nursing. He moved to Phoenix, Arizona meeting his partner Tim there. Matt and Tim relocated to Orlando, Florida in the early 2000s. Mathew had been published in a collective arts magazine in college. Coupled with his love of reading, he wrote his first novella in early 2012. He continues to write, honing his 'voice' and enjoying the responses, both postive and negative, to his work.

- Joseph Lance Tonlet
Joseph is a born and raised Southern Californian--with a twenty-year stint of living in the Midwest. He loves the laid-back lifestyle of San Diego and considers himself lucky to live where people dream of vacationing.

A lifelong reader of m/m fiction, he began his writing career one night sitting at his MacBook and has never looked back. He writes to bring the characters he dreams about to life.

- Brad Vance
Brad Vance writes gay romance, erotica and paranormal stories and novels, including the breakout hits "A Little Too Broken" and "Given the Circumstances." Keep up with Brad at, email him at, and friend him on Facebook at

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Get ready to lower your thermostat because your winter is about to get hot! For a limited time only, get SIX great reads by some of the hottest authors in M/M! A guilt-free guilty pleasure at an incredibly low price with all proceeds going to The Trevor Project!


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By Rain Carrington
In the Land of Enchantment, New Mexico, lives a man who has secrets. Levi Kape watches people at a bar nightly, writing things in his notebook and trying to blend in with the locals. His secrets keep him from getting close to anyone until Bobby Dawes comes off the road after a long haul in his 18-wheeler. After getting to know Bobby, he realizes he’d never been close to anyone. That was about to change.

Levi can’t settle down and not because he doesn’t want to, but because it could endanger his life. Bobby is a gentle, loving and strong man who doesn’t do commitment. He’s also a man that Levi wants more than anything, including his own safety.

Danger causes Levi to leave but he can’t forget the truck driver that drove into his life, changing everything. When Levi leaves, Bobby goes back onto the road, trying to forget the “Golden God” he’d fallen for, but with some help from friends with connections to dark people and places, Bobby finds his man and swears never to let him go again.

Can they save each other not only from the men who want Levi dead but from years of never seeking or finding the love they found in one another? Will the ultimate betrayal cost them the trust they need to make it work between them? Can Bobby save him, or be lost in a dark world alone…

By Bey Deckard
Sheltered and lonely, Jon's life changes drastically when a strange ship sails into the harbour of his small port town one day. Trapped between the possessive pirate captain and his murderous first mate, he must learn to adapt or he will lose himself completely. An epic tale of love, treachery and revelation, this first installment of the Baal's Heart trilogy brings you into the lives of three men so bound together by jealousy and lies that they must sail to the very ends of the earth to find forgiveness.

Deckard's first novel is a masterful portrayal of sorrow, hope, and passion, with a narrative that twists the reader through a world set in the Golden Age of Piracy. A thrilling look into the darker side of human nature, Caged effortlessly melds serious historical fantasy with five star erotica.

By Varian Krylov
Aidan has always played it safe. Instead of pursuing his dream of creating innovative music that makes his soul sing, he settled for a degree in software, a job in a cubicle, and a spot in a generic band with his buddies.

And he's always been straight. But when he's seduced by magnetic local literary luminary Dario, Aidan must decide whether to keep playing it safe, or succumb to a ravenous passion and a nourishing love unlike anything he's experienced before. Will he find the courage to go after real happiness if it means admitting he's in love with a man?

Their journey together isn't easy. Sometimes it isn't safe. Even if Aidan has the courage to admit he's in love with Dario, can he endure the repercussions of the traumatic event in Dario's past?

By Mathew Ortiz
Duncan Blackthorne carried a heavy burden for one so young. One of the most powerful witches of the Earth Clans, his singular ability to control fire was both blessing and curse. The wallflower of his family, they had no idea of what turbulent waters churned under his calm surface. Never expecting to find love, he trudged through life, expecting nothing. Until the man in his dreams became more real and insistent, Duncan realized his dream lover was so much more than expected. Suddenly he had a real world dominant that rocked his body and a dreaming ghost lover who captured his heart. Now what the hell was witch to do?

By Joseph Lance Tonlet
Grif believes he’ll live his life as a virgin. After all, who would want him? How could anyone find him, a guy who came with less than man-sized equipment, worthy of their love?

What he hadn’t counted on were the two amazing men who would change his life. After entering college, he meets Tate, his fun-loving roommate. While years later, with Tate now just a memory, Wes, a handsome, rugged ex-marine who runs his own security firm enters his life.

Both men lead Grif through a twisted mesh of pleasure, pain, and denial, as they force him to see his value, despite his size and insecurities.

By Brad Vance
Sam Bradford is a down-on-his-luck former Special Forces soldier when he meets Derek Constantine, sexually confused billionaire. Together the two men will play a series of games that bring them ever closer together…and which in the end may be the death of them…

Sam’s Reluctant Submission
Sam's down to his last five dollars when he meets Derek, who makes him an offer - come to my estate for a manhunt, evade me for two days, and you'll make ten grand...but if I catch you, you surrender your ass to me! Sam's got SERE training and he's pretty sure his straight ass is safe, but anything can happen when the hunt is on...

Sam’s Reluctant Submission II: Urban Manhunt
In Part I, Sam lost his ass to Derek, but kept something more important – Derek submitted him, but didn’t break him, and that’s what Derek really wanted. Now Derek wants a rematch – fifty grand for an urban manhunt, if Sam evades Derek’s crew…if he doesn’t, it’s four on one and Sam’s ass is toast!

Sam’s Reluctant Submission III: Search and Rescue
In Part 2, Sam lost his ass to Derek again – and loved it! Which left him wondering if he was gay after all. Maybe a three way with Jake and Eddie will help him figure that out… And when Derek calls Sam to get his help with a search and rescue effort, what sexual sparks might be generated if they clash again in a “threematch”?

Sam’s Reluctant Submission IV: Avenging Devils
The epic conclusion to the saga of Sam and Derek! When Derek’s dark past rears its head to jeopardize the couple and their friends Jake and Eddie, Sam will have to call on his old Special Forces buddies to do battle with The Factory, a malevolent cartel bent on revenge. Will Sam and Derek rescue Eddie from his kidnappers? Will seeing Sam explore his top side with Eddie make Derek jealous…or make him want Sam to do that to him? Most frightening and dangerous of all, will Derek finally say the L word!

BONUS STORY - Eddie’s MMA Submission – the story of Sam’s friends Eddie and Jake
Eddie works across the street from Downtown Fight Academy. And he can't stop thinking about Jake, the hot MMA fighter he ran into at the store. When Jake offers to train him, Eddie's ready to throw down in the Octagon. But when Jake has him submitted, and pulls out a weapon you won't see on TV, will Eddie tap out...or take the punishment?

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Wednesday Briefs Cyan Chapter 23

Another Wednesday rolls around, and this one is week before Christmas. How exciting. To celebrate, here's some Christmassy decorations.

Robin shook as Cyan pushed him back onto the bed. He lay, gazing up at the vision of beauty hovering over him, breathless for so many reasons.

“Are you alright?” Cyan asked. Robin nodded, unable to speak. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Oh God yes.” Robin rested his hands lightly on Cyan’s hips, carefully watching for any signs he was uncomfortable. He saw none, so he gently pulled until Cyan lowered himself to lie on top of him.

“You okay?” Robin whispered.

“Mhm,” Cyan hummed against his lips.

Robin whimpered, and opened to Cyan. He moaned into Cyan’s mouth as Cyan’s talented tongue stole his breath and his mind. He whimpered again when Cyan started to squirm, rolling his hips over Robin’s.

“Oh God. Oh God,” he gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Cyan asked, raising his head.

“Nothing,” Robin panted, “but if you keep…. I’m going to—” He broke off with a whine, when Cyan rolled his hips again.

Cyan grinned a wicked, wicked grin, and did it again. “Do you like that?”

Robin grabbed Cyan’s hips, desperately trying to stop him moving. “Yes, but please God don’t do it anymore, or I swear I’m gonna come.”

“You are? Really?” Cyan raised his head and beamed, wickedly struggling to move his hips.

“Stop it,” Robin moaned. “Please.”

Cyan chuckled, then began to slowly wriggle down his body. “No, no, no,” Robin gasped, but  then Cyan sat up, leaving Robin breathless. Still grinning, Cyan ran his hands down Robin’s chest, to rest on the waistband of his trousers.

“Shall I?”

Robin froze, hardly able to breathe. He shook his head. “I won’t….last.”

“Why would you want to?”

“Wanna make it last.”

Cyan tilted his head to one side and paused, then he giggled and threw himself sideways to land on his back. “Do me first then.”

Robin choked. “I…um…what…I…don’t….”

“Suck it and see, baby.”  Cyan winked and the stress flowed from Robin, leaving him calm and focussed. So his wicked boyfriend wanted to play, did he? Okay. Robin might not have been experienced, but he knew how to play.

Robin pounced on Cyan and straddled him. Cyan squealed and squirmed. “No. No,” he cried, and Robin froze.

“Do you want me to get off?”

“Yes, yes, I–I can’t. Don’t…don’t pin me down.”

“Okay. It’s okay.” Robin slung his leg over and lay down next to Cyan who put his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Cyan said. “I spoiled it. I’m sorry.”

Robin froze, unsure what to do. Oh well, he thought. In for a penny. Cyan’s t–shirt was already loose from his jeans, so it was easy to slip his hand under it and gently stroke Cyan’s stomach. Cyan went rigid but he didn’t ask Robin to stop, so he didn’t.

“Is this nice for you, baby?” he murmured in Cyan’s ear, as he drew circles on Cyan’s belly which started to tremble under his fingers.

Cyan made a strangled little sound and arched his back.

“Are you okay with this?” Robin slid his hand up and circled Cyan’s nipple, trailing one finger over the sensitive skin.

Cyan whimpered.

“You have to tell me if it’s okay, baby. And you have to tell me if it’s not. Do you want me to go on?”


“Promise you’ll tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”

“I will like it.”

“I know. But promise to tell me if you don’t.”

“Mhm,” Cyan whimpered as Robin pinched his nipple.

“Was that a yes?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Cyan squeaked.

Robin might not have been with a boy before, but he was no virgin and had been with plenty of girls – well a couple including Gillian, but she was so demanding she was a damn good teacher. Cyan wasn’t demanding, at least not until he really couldn’t help himself.

Robin pulled out every trick in his book, trying hard to be sensitive to how he was feeling through how he was behaving. There were times when it was apparent Cyan was uncomfortable but hiding it. Mostly Robin would stop and go right back to stroking Cyan’s chest and stomach, but sometimes Cyan forced him onward anyway.

“I can’t stay in my comfort zone forever,” he said once, sounding very much like he was quoting his mother.

“You can with me.”

“No. I doubly can’t with you.”


“Because then we’ll become comfortable and that’s not good. We have to keep fresh and edgy or our relationship will go stale”

“You talk a load of nonsense sometimes,” Robin said, and tried to kiss him, but Cyan stopped him

“It’s not nonsense, Robin. It’s what I believe and it’s wrong for you to say my beliefs are nonsense.”
Robin was somewhat taken aback, especially by his serious tone which really didn’t fit with what Robin was currently doing to Cyan’s body.

“I’m sorry,” he said, kissing the corner of Cyan’s lips. “I didn’t mean to come across like that. You’re right. Going outside your comfort zone is good sometimes, but not too much. Don’t suffer for it or you’ll start to dread being with me.”

“Never,” Cyan whispered, turning his head, to allow Robin to capture his lips, which he arched into Robin’s hand.

“What’s your comfort zone?” Cyan murmured after they’d kissed for a while.

“I don’t know yet,” Robin responded, trying to recapture the kiss. Cyan grinned and evaded him.

“Let’s test it a bit.”

Cyan pressed Robin onto his back, and caressed his chest, before tugging at the button on Robin’s jeans. Robin groaned.

“Time to suck it and see,” Cyan said.

“That’s the plan,” Robin said. “Let’s stick
to it.”

Now it's time to go check out the rest of the wonderful flashers

M A Church
Cia Nordwell
Jon Keys
Caraway Carter
Carol Pedroso
Kazy Reed
Sarah Hayes
Ravon Silvius
Tali Spencer
Julie Lynn Hayes

Monday, 15 December 2014

Trouble Comes In Threes by M A Church

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines.

Out of the punishing weather, and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves.

Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.

I don't know about you, but I'm fascinated by those two kitty cats and Michelle was kind enough to get the three of them together for an interview so we can get to know this amazing threesome.

Please choose a character or characters in your book and answer as few or as many as you wish, as if you were that character.

~The character is Kirk from Trouble Comes in Threes

What or who is the greatest love of your life? 

All I ever desired was someone to care for me. Someone who’d let me be when I needed some alone time. Who would drag my ass inside when I worked all day without eating. Who would understand when I had to work late. Who wouldn’t get upset when I came in smelling awful and covered in grease. Who would care when I started growling and stomping around because a vehicle was being difficult. I wanted love, trust, understanding.

I wanted to be wanted.

Well, there was a time I would’ve said I didn’t have a great love. Then a couple of fuzz balls changed that not long ago. *laugh* Dolf and Tal showed up on my doorstep in their shifted forms—they’re cats—and that was the end of that.

What is your greatest fear?

The greatest? Something happening to Dolf or Tal. Actually, that fear came close to happening, thanks to a psycho with a hard-on for humans.

I can tell you this. Now that I have love, I refuse to let anything happen to it. I may not have claws and fangs, but I have access to some freaking big tools. *smirks* And I know how to use them.

What is your greatest regret? 

That I waited as a long as I did to open my business. I hated working for someone else, but resigning from a steady job in this economy takes some balls. *shrug* It took me a while to find mine, but I finally did. That first year was a bitch, don’t think it wasn’t. I lived hand to mouth. And sometimes the money ran.

What is the quality you most like in a man?

Honesty. I’d rather you’d be straight with me than try to pretty something up. I tend to be blunt. That’s one of the reasons Dolf and I rub along so well together. I have no problem telling him he’s an ass, if needed. Since he’s an Alpha, he has to be strong-willed and decisive. But with that comes a helping of arrogance. Well *grins* let’s just say I’m the solution to the arrogance.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse? 

*Snort* Oh that’s easy. I say ‘dude’ and ‘man’ way too often. I know I do, but it’s a hard habit to break.

If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be? 

I think it would be cool to be a wolf. *ducks* I’m kidding! Kidding! Calm down, pretty kitty. “looks to where Tal and Dolf are waiting* Wow, I had no idea Tal could throw a pillow so far. Jesus, Nephy, did you stuff these things full of rocks?

I guess we’d better be getting along. I bought my guys some new cat toys and they’re dying to try them out. Thanks for having us, Nephy.

~art work done by August (Gus) Li

We've got a beautiful picture on the front of the book of Kirk with his kitties, but what do Dolf and Tal look like in their human form?

M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.

She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.

Author Contact:
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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
A snowstorm in the South—on New Year’s Eve—is a perfect recipe for a catastrophe. After two soul-crushing bad breaks, Kirk’s waiting for disaster number three to strike when naturally, two stray cats arrive on his doorstep during the storm and decide to make themselves at home. Tenderhearted Kirk lets them stay even though there’s something decidedly odd about his overly friendly felines.

Out of the punishing weather, and full of tuna, Dolf and Tal are happy to be snug in Kirk’s house. But then their human goes outside for firewood and suffers a nasty fall that leaves him unconscious. Now the two cats have no choice but to reveal themselves.

Kirk wakes up to find the two kitties are actually Dolf and Tal. They’re cat shifters—and his destined mates. Being part of a feline threesome is enough for Kirk to grapple with, but soon he learns they come from a clowder that doesn’t believe humans and shifters should mix. Kirk knew those two cats would be trouble. Little does he know the real trouble lies ahead.

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Romance

Dolf picked out the saw he wanted, then followed Tal to another aisle. His mate pointed out the different kinds, but Tal’s words had rapidly faded into a meaningless buzz. There, on the air currents in the store, was the sweetest scent. It was light and flowery, reminding him of honeysuckle. He breathed deeply, taking the scent into himself. His cock hardened immediately and his head spun. A yowl threatened to escape.
That scent… that scent was seductive and alluring. It spoke to him, whispering things that made him need. His cat paced frantically in his mind, tail slashing madly. The need to pounce, to sink his canines in and drink that sweet, life-giving blood of his…. His gums tingled and saliva flooded his mouth.
He swallowed, then swallowed again as his head pounded, his heart rate spiking as one thought screamed through his mind: Mate! Another mate! Where was that scent coming from? Or who? And by the goddess, why? He already had a mate. What was their goddess thinking, giving him another? But he couldn’t ignore the reaction. It had been the same when he met Tal.

Pages: 234

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