Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Wednesday Briefs Demon Chapter Twenty



Tian and Castien are finally alone and have some time to play. This week I chose a picture for the prompt. Okay, I have to admit that I messed up. I used the wrong set of prompts and couldn't change the story to fit one of the new ones. As the chapter is full of hearts and food I thought this one wouldn't be too bad


Seeing my beautiful prince in such pain and fear hurts me. I would like to hurt those who caused him to doubt himself so greatly. Perhaps one day I will. For now, I must concentrate on making him feel better. It matters not how much I tell him of my love, I see he cannot believe me. Therefore, I must show him, in the only way I know how.
I love the way my prince lights at my touch. He is so responsive. The merest brush of my fingers over his skin sends shivers through him that stir his very core. I see it reflected in his eyes, smell it through his pores. If I inhale deeply enough I can breathe in the essence of his soul. It is pure.
Making love to Castien is beautiful. He gives himself to me completely; far more than anyone else ever has. Touching his body makes my own tighten and twitch. He exposes himself to me completely; hides nothing. He is laid out before me like a feast and I allow my eyes to rove its curves and dips. Last time, we coupled hard, burning with desire. This time I will make it last. I will move slowly, gently explore.
My hands roam aimlessly, every touch making my beloved twitch and squirm. He tries so hard to remain still, but his body reacts instantly and completely.
“Tian,” he moans. I know what he wants but I am in no hurry to give it to him. First I must make him forget.
I trail my fingers down over his chest and abdomen, lightly raking him with my nails. Sweet whimpers escape, with soft mewls that form my name.
“Please.”
I rest a finger against his lips. “In time, my love.”
Castien grabs my wrist and holds it in place as he sucks my finger into his mouth and suckles. Oh, that feels good. So good.
I throw back my head and close my eyes. I had not intended to move beyond touching for some time but sometimes the body makes its own rules. I find that I am rubbing myself against him. I don’t remember beginning, but if I don’t stop it will end all too quickly.
“Patience, love,” I whisper and slide down his body to kiss his belly. I wriggle between his legs and slip off the bed, rising to my feet.
“What? Wait. No. Come back. Don’t leave me.”
“You think I am leaving? When did I say that?”
“I…. You didn’t. You…. But….”
Moving around the bed I let a kiss fall onto his lips. “I am going nowhere unless you come too.”
“Then what…?”
“Wait. I will be but a moment.”
Castien raises himself on his elbows and watches me as I cross the room to the bath chamber.
As I hoped, the food has been replenished. There is little enough that I am familiar with, but I would be poor indeed to not know the difference between meat and fish, vegetable and fruit. I chose a selection of sweet and bitter fruit, a glass of ice and a jug of thick cream, and carry it back into the bedroom.
“You went for food? But I’m not hungry.”
Laying the food on a table at the side of the bed I shuck the rest of my clothes and stand over him. “But food is not just for eating.”
“It’s not?” Castien’s eyes widen, and I see excitement, anticipation and… damn that fear. Will I ever see him free of it?
First, I take the flesh of a bitter–sweet fruit and squeeze it onto his stomach. Castien arches his back with a little cry that makes my cock twitch. The sweet liquid trickled down his sides and I lick them clean, the stickiness of the liquid coating my face as I nuzzle his soft skin. When I am done, I kiss him so he may also taste. He is smiling now.
As I kiss my prince, I reach for more fruit and squeeze the juices over his stomach and abdomen. He groans into my mouth, the sound sweeter than any fruit. I take my time, rubbing juice into his body, then raise my head to gaze down at him. He is panting, his eyes hungry. There is no room for fear now. I believe I may be smirking.
Taking the jug of cream, I hold it high, and allow the thick liquid to trickle onto Castien’s body. He closes his eyes and shivers. “Mmm I like that.”
“Good, my love. Tell me what you want.”
“Lick me. I want you to lick me. I want to feel your touch – your hands, your tongue. I want to feel you. All of you.”
“As you wish, My Prince.”
Carefully replacing the jug, I mix the cream with the juice and begin to lick.
Castien squirms and giggles. “You tickle me,” he laughs.
“Is that not a good thing.”
“No. I mean yes, I think. It’s a good thing; a good thing.”
I take time with my exploration of his body, lengthening or shortening the strokes of my tongue sometimes to provoke laughter and sometimes gasps. I suck, I nip, I nibble. By the end, Castien is breathing hard, squirming under my face. We are both very sticky.
“I want you,” Castien rasps. “No more teasing. I want you now.”
“Not quite yet. Be patient and you will be rewarded.”
“Rewarded? How?”
Smiling, I pop two ice cubes into my mouth and roll them with my tongue. Castien is spellbound.
“What are you going to do with those? Don’t drop them on me.”
Still smiling, I bend my head and suck hard on his nipple, making sure the sensitive nub comes into contact with the ice.

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Thursday, 4 February 2016

Callum's Fate by Dianne Hartsock


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Synopsis

But as fate would have it, Callum is lured onto the moors by the will-o-the-wisp. Lost in the dark, he falls into enchantment, encountering faeries and nymphs, until he stumbles into the arms of a licentious Barrow-Wight who lays claim to his soul.
Hearing his silent pleas, Donal sends Liam the gruagach (faery) to rescue Callum and bring him to his farm, a place of refuge from the Fae.
Callum is happy working on Donal’s farm, slowly falling in love with the beautiful, silver-haired gruagach.
Yet there’s something wrong in the nearby forest….
Despite Donal’s warnings, Callum is lured into the forest and becomes tangled in its magic, easy prey for the Barrow-Wight.
Will Liam be able to strike a deal with the Barrow-Wight to save Callum’s life, or has Callum found his last resting place instead?

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Callum's Fate is a delicate book that looks at Celtic myth with fresh eyes. The book reads more like the telling of a myth than a book of fiction, as such. That is by no means a bad thing as it is something new. 

I have to say from the start that I didn't like this book, and that has no bearing on the story or the writing, and is, in fact, likely to be a selling point for many others. To put it simply, there was too much sex! I know. I will have people yelling all over the place, how can there be too much sex? From my point of view, however, the book is a short one and I was pulled into the story only to be presented with sex at every stage. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying the sex was gratuitous in any way, and fits into the story very well, but I found myself skipping sections all over the place. This is of course, a purely personal thing but it left me feeling disappointed, and 'll tell you why.

The story is fascinating from the moment Callum falls into a barrow, occupied by a barrow wight, through his meeting of Liam, the gruach (fairy) who leads him to a safe place in a world of enchantment, all the way back to the barrow wight again.

We meet interesting people, human and non human, and touch on many myths, such as the banshee (that's not the way it's spelled but it's the way it's best understood) the house brownie, the barrow wight etc. Callum's journey is one of exploration and discovery, moving from an absolute fear of the fey, particularly the barrow wight, to an acceptance, and then a very assured welcome. Love transforms everything.

There is an overriding, but delicate sense of sadness that permeates the story, as in almost all Welsh myth. No one is untouched by it and all are required to make sacrifices in one way or another, but yes, there is a happy ending.

I did question whether I ought to write a review, given that I didn't like the book, but I had to do so because the story that weaves through the sex is beautiful, and the writing is no less worthy. This is definitely a book worth reading and if you like sex in your books you will be in seventh heaven with this one.

Excerpt

Mists closed around him and hid the moon in a veil of cold grey. He came to a stumbling halt, fear pounding through him in time to the wild beat of his heart. As he caught his breath, he heard the unmistakable sound of flowing water, perhaps a creek winding through the heather. Callum gnawed his lips. Danger lurked on the water’s edge for an unwary man.
On the other hand, men built homes along the waterways and learned to guard against the faery folk. He sighed. Either choice spelled risk, but hunger and loneliness won out and sent him in search of the water’s path through the thick heath.
The gray fog made it hard to see his way and he cursed when he stepped into the creek before he knew he’d come to it. An icy chill raced up his leg and he glanced around, feeling as if he’d been startled from a dream. The mists were gone, leaving the fields bright with moonlight. Faint music caught his ears and he spied several globes of light in the distance. Will-o’-the-wisp? He didn’t know, but the haunting melody tugged at his heart and he walked toward it, careful of his footing.
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It was caution that saved him before he made the fatal mistake of stepping into the faery ring that suddenly appeared at his feet. He might have become lost in their dark realm. He stared down, delighted with the brightly dressed wee folk fluttering and dancing in the circle of mushrooms. Laughter floated up to him and he smiled reflexively. Several of the pretty creatures spied him and flittered up to tug at his clothing with tiny hands. These were male, scantily dressed, and one saucy lad winked a bright eye and flew up to nibble at his lips.
Callum laughed and shooed them gently off. “I’m not fool enough to join you,” he told the three hovering near his face.

About the author

DIANNE HARTSOCK is the author of m/m erotic romance, both contemporary and fantasy, the psychological thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer. If she can’t be writing, at least she has the chance to create through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage to bring a smile to someone’s face.
Currently, Dianne lives in the Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play.

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Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Wednesday Briefs - Demon Chapter Nineteen




In this week's installment we have a tantalizing hint of what is soon to come, or should that be cum, along with an insight into Castien's troubled mind. The prompt I took was - Follow your heart, but poor Castien is too afraid to do that. Hopefully Tian will soothe his fear, with his body and his words.

Tian’s eyes shine with sincerity, but his words confuse me. I know what I am. I have always known. My father and sister have told me often enough. Can it be that men such as I – valueless – are prized among his kind for some reason I don’t understand. If this is true how have his people managed to survive?
I cannot say that every person in our kingdom is born for war, but those who are not, bear stigma and are relegated to a position befitting their weak and cowardly natures. Not that I believe they are weak and cowardly, for if they are then so am I, and as much as I have no stomach for war and destruction, I am by no means a coward.
Tian’s words confuse me, and he waits patiently, his lovely eyes bright with love. Love for me. I touch his cheek and he smiles. Emboldened, I allow my fingers to explore his face, brushing over his smooth skin. Tian is in every way a warrior but his cheek is as soft as a woman’s and his large eyes gaze from beneath lashes longer than my mother’s. His features lie on the masculine side of pretty, but he is beautiful. My angel.
Burying my fingers in Tian’s soft hair, I draw his face closer. I pause when he is inches away, and scour his eyes. I know he loves me. My heart knows it, but fear controls me, as fear has controlled me since the day I came to know what fear truly is. I am so afraid my love will be cast away again.
“You do love me, don’t you?” I ask, angry at my voice which trembles with need.
“Do you not believe me?”
“I want to. I want to more than anything, but I am afraid. I don’t think I could live if you were to leave me now.”
“Follow your heart, my love. Listen beyond the fear that fills you even now. What does it say?”
“I–I don’t know.”
“Listen more carefully.”
I try. I really do. I want to believe, and in unguarded moments I do, but when I think about it fear obscures everything, especially since the situation with my sister arose.
“I….”
“Tell me what is being done with your sister has not caused this fear. I could not bear if you were hurt by it. If I have to I will take you away right now, and to hell with your father, your family and your country. You will have a home with us – as a prince or an ordinary man. No,” Tian smiles. “You will never be an ordinary man.”
“If I am not then it is you who made me so. When I am with you; when we are alone…I feel extraordinary.”
“Your words make my heart sing, beloved. Fear not, I will take away your fear, if takes all my days. I will not rest until your heart is at peace.”
“I–I know peace when I am with you. I–I…you make me feel safe.”
“With me, you are safe. Always.”
Tian closes the space between us and his lips meet mine in the softest kiss. I am entranced, and it crosses my mind that my love has ensorcelled me.
“You bewitch me,” Tian breathes, stealing the very thoughts from my mind. “Enchanting creature.”
“Me also.”
“That is because our bonding is complete; perfect. You are mine and I am yours. Nothing can break the bond, not even death.”
“I hope you don’t get tired of me,” I whisper, praying he does not mock my fears, as others have when I have shown uncertainty or a need for reassurance.
Tian’s eyes darken and he frowns. Once again, fear grips me and my heart stutters to a stop. “I love you, my bonded. Love like this does not die. It does not fade. It does not end. For the whole of this life and beyond I will love you. How can anyone tire of love?”
My heart starts with a painful thud and I grit my teeth as tears prickle my eyes. My smile is shaky, but it is enough for Tian, because he lights like a candle and kisses me again.
The kiss deepens until he takes total command of my mouth. He pushes me to my limits and my body squirms with no control from me. Tian’s hand slides beneath my tunic and caresses the hot skin on my sides and chest. Little whimpers slip from my lips as my body reacts to his touch by arching into him, tightening to an almost painful level.
“You like that, love,” Tian whispers and I can’t respond. I am overwhelmed. Tian draws back. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I managed to gasp. “Please.”
Tian’s smile is feral. He kisses me deeply while he moves his body to the side. Slowly, he lets his hand rove my body while I cling to him and whimper. There is no fear now; he has driven it from my mind which is filled with him – his touch, his smell, his taste.
Lights burst behind my closed eyelids when he rubs my cock, the soft fabric of my trousers causing delicious friction. Yet I yearn for it to be free; hot and hard in his hand.
Tian reads my mind again and his fingers fumble with the fastenings of my trews. By the time he frees them I am ready to scream. And then it is done. Tian exaggerates the effects of the cold air on my hot cock by blowing on it gently. All I can do now is whimper, but Tian doesn’t seem to mind.

My body arches to an impossible arc when he takes me into his mouth. He is mine and nothing else exists in this moment. Tomorrow he might leave. Or the day after. But right now, for this moment, this perfect moment, he is mine and I am his.


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Sunday, 31 January 2016

Favorite Toy by Louise Lyons

Favorite Toy cover Author Name: Louise Lyons
Book Name: Favorite Toy
Release Date: January 31, 2016
Pages or Words: 35,600 words
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance
Publisher: Louise Lyons
Cover Artist: Simon Searle


 





Blurb: Determined to stay single, Dean Simpson and his best friend Ryan have been playing a game, where each man chooses a potential hook-up for the other, usually someone nothing like their usual type. But with Ryan now off the market, Dean agrees to one final round of the game and allows his friend to choose his toy for the evening.

 Casper Mancuso is about as far from Dean’s type as he can get. Casper is pretty, flamboyant, and attention-seeking, but sexy with it. Dean decides one night can’t hurt, but when Casper makes it clear his aim is the same as Dean’s – to have one bit of fun and then move on – Dean finds himself surprisingly disappointed.

 With both men keen to avoid a relationship at all costs, it seems there can be no chance for anything between them. And yet the pair are drawn to each other and despite some hurtful comments and a very public argument, they just can’t stay away from each other.

Eventually Dean is forced to admit that the very antithesis of what he usually likes is exactly what he’s been waiting for.

Thursday, 28 January 2016

Farm Fresh by Posy Roberts.



Farm Fresh, book #1 of Naked Organics by Posy Roberts.
Getting down and dirty never felt so clean.
Blurb:

Jude Garrity visits the farmers market every Saturday. As an environmental engineering student, he’s curious about living off the grid and sustainable agriculture.

And one particular farmer.

Hudson Oliva has worked hard to support his commune, where queer people live without fear of harm or retribution. When Jude asks pointed questions about living there, Hudson realizes he needs to be honest about his home. Few people know what the farm is actually about, but Jude is insistent.

Jude moves to Kaleidoscope Gardens, however his sexual hang-ups make it hard to adjust. He’s an uptight virgin living among people who have sex freely and with multiple partners. When Jude finally loosens up, Hudson is flooded with emotions. Falling for Jude wasn’t part of Hudson’s life plan. But when vindictive rumors about the commune begin to spread, love might be all he has left.


Genre: Contemporary Romance, MM Romance, Gay Fiction, with a splash of MMM+

Length:  Novel, 202 pages

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Review

It's my practice not to rehash story because you can get what you need from the blog. In this case, the basic story is simple and clear. Jude joins a commune and learns to live a more relaxed and fulfilling life; mentally, physically and sexually. Of course there are twists and turns, bumps in the road and a little angst but that's the crux and it's more than enough.

I found the story very easy to read and I was carried along with Jude's naivety and Hudson's angst. The other characters were a strong supporting cast, each with their own story and their part to play in Jude and Hudson's. Despite being set in a commune where sex is like breathing (open, natural and sometimes public) the sex is surprisingly underplayed, which was a delightful surprise. I was expecting the story to be woven around the sex, when in fact the sex is woven into the story, and I really liked that.

Miss Roberts writes delicately, with beautiful detail. The way she describes the commune can almost make you smell the cooking, and she colours the emotions of the characters very well. 

All of the characters have their own issues to resolve and their own ways of doing it. Tension comes in from all sides and, whilst it threatens to tear them apart it ultimately just brings them closer together.

My favourite part of this book is the way that the characters interact with each other. It's not always positive and there are misunderstandings and wrong choices, but it's all done with the very best intentions. These are people who truly care about each other and want what's best for each other. One of my very few - not complaints as such but slight itchest - was that they fit together a little too well. There is always one, isn't there? At least one who's a twat and rubs everyone up the wrong way. There are always jealousies and niggles, character clashes and people who don't quite fit with each other. Here everyone is just so nice! At least to each other.

I think the biggest praise I could give to Ms Roberts and her story is that I would give my left leg to live in Kaleidoscope Gardens, and would LOVE to spend some time there with these wonderful people and their awesome philosophy.

What we have been given is a peep into a way of life that really works for those who are living it and I'm envious of that.

I wouldn't read this book if you have preconceptions about life and how it should be led, or if you're expecting explicit sex every other page. For everyone else, it's a must.

About Posy Roberts



Real life. Genuine men. True love.

Posy Roberts writes about the realistic struggles of men looking for love. Whether her characters are family men, drag queens, or lonely men searching for connections, they all find a home in her stories.
Posy is married to a man who makes sure she doesn’t forget to eat or sleep. Her daughter, a budding author and dedicated Whovian, helps her come up with character names. When Posy’s not writing, she enjoys crafting, hiking, and singing spontaneously about the mundane, just to make normal seem more interesting.

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Wednesday, 27 January 2016

COVER REVEAL Callum's Fate by Dianne Hartsock

I can't believe it's a week since I last posted. I'm going to try to be more regular and more personal. Right now I am very pleased to introduce to you the new cover of Callum's Fate, Dianne Harsock's latest masterpiece.



Synopsis

But as fate would have it, Callum is lured onto the moors by the will-o-the-wisp. Lost in the dark, he falls into enchantment, encountering faeries and nymphs, until he stumbles into the arms of a licentious Barrow-Wight who lays claim to his soul.
Hearing his silent pleas, Donal sends Liam the gruagach (faery) to rescue Callum and bring him to his farm, a place of refuge from the Fae.
Callum is happy working on Donal’s farm, slowly falling in love with the beautiful, silver-haired gruagach.
Yet there’s something wrong in the nearby forest….
Despite Donal’s warnings, Callum is lured into the forest and becomes tangled in its magic, easy prey for the Barrow-Wight.
Will Liam be able to strike a deal with the Barrow-Wight to save Callum’s life, or has Callum found his last resting place instead?
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Excerpt

CALLUM RAN UNTIL his lungs burned, every breath ragged and painful. Fear spurred him on, though fog began to cling to the rough mounds of the barrows, making such flight dangerous. Stones stabbed through his worn boots with each footfall, but he daren’t stop. There had been voices in the shadows….
Exhaustion slowed him, his chest heaving as he fought for air. Dusk spread its dark mantle on the landscape, and he shivered as a finger of dread traveled up his spine. Perilous to be on the moors at night without shelter. He cursed the ill fortune that had sent him this way, but he was hungry and ill. He’d followed the will-o’-the-wisp, thinking they were the lights of a farmhouse. His brothers would crudely have called them swamp gas and continued on the road, but Callum had always been the fool.
An owl hooted in the semi-darkness, making his skin crawl. “Sweet Lord,” he muttered, heart thumping. “Protect me—”


He stumbled on a loose stone and fell heavily against a dark mound of earth. Oh God! The ground caved in under him and he dropped into the barrow in a shower of dirt.
“Save me!” he sobbed as he scrambled to his knees.
Sinewy arms reached up from the blackness and twined around him. Callum screamed, but no sound escaped his throat, choked with terror. He was yanked against a hard chest and hands ran over him, disembodied in the darkness.
“Soft. Sweet.” A voice sliced the silence and a cold breath washed over his face. He gagged on the waft of rot and decay. The tip of a dry tongue scraped along his jaw and he shuddered against the body under him. “Nice strong bones to gnaw,” the voice continued. “Sweet marrow to suck and swallow. Shall I eat you, my lovely one?”
Callum whimpered as the low tones wound through his head. The mists parted and moonlight filled the barrow, showing him the creature. He gasped at the cold beauty of its face. Eyes dark as pitch burned into him and brushed against his soul. Lush lips, dripping honey, overripe, took his mouth in a kiss that sent his pulse into a riot of hunger and desire.

About the author

DIANNE HARTSOCK is the author of m/m erotic romance, both contemporary and fantasy, the psychological thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer. If she can’t be writing, at least she has the chance to create through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage to bring a smile to someone’s face.
Currently, Dianne lives in the Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play.

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Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Demon Chapter Eighteen


Another week rolls around and it is as if Christmas had never been, To cheer us all up I chose the rainbow as the picture this week. A rainbow to represent my Demon and his Prince. Their world doesn't know it yet but the two of them will be rainbow in their time of darkness.



I am exhausted. The meeting was long and difficult. It is difficult to sit quietly when men are arguing that you and your people are little more than animals and should be exterminated. It is fortunate that these men were in the minority, and I was able to go a long way to sway even them. I cannot be entirely sure, but I believe the meeting was successful and that my sham union with the princess has been accepted. The king appears pleased, at least.
I am glad it’s over, at last. Now I can rest with my true love and drop the pretence that I am enamoured by his sister. She is nice to me now, but I will never forget the expression in her eyes as she tortured me, or the heel of her show piercing my body. Without my prince’s healing touch the wound would have killed me.
My prince is asleep, laid out on the chaise in the room where I left him. His mother, the queen, watches over him with a gentle, loving smile. A flush of gratitude washes through me and understanding passes between us. She nods as she rises, an unspoken blessing on our union.
The princess leaves with her mother, and we are alone. Although I am tired, I am in no rush to retire. It is too pleasant to sit and watch my prince sleep. He is peaceful in repose. The worried frown that seems to haunt him, even when his lips smile, is released and his brow is un–creased. He is the most beautiful creature in creation and I am made breathless by his glory.
Castien stirs and a lock of golden hair falls across his brow. When I brush it back his eyelids flicker and his beautiful eyes open and gaze at me with confusion, but only for a moment.
“Tian.” My name flies from his lips, the sweetest word I have ever heard. He does not ask about the meeting, does not care whether we are alone or in company. My love throws himself into my arms and that is where he belongs.
A greedy kiss precedes his inevitable question. “How went the meeting? Are you accepted?”
“I believe so. Your father, at least, is pleased.”
Castien breathes a relieved sigh. “Then all goes well. What will happen next?”
“I don’t know. Your father is still in Council. We were excused due to weariness from the journey.”
“And the torture,” Castien says, bitterness lacing his voice.
“That is past. We must set our eyes to the future and we will soon be together in my home where you may enjoy the hospitality and acceptance of my people.”
“I know where we can be together sooner than that,” Castien says, the gleam in his eyes making clear his intention.

Guards wait at the chamber door. They say nothing, but escort us safely to the prince’s chambers. They, at least, know the truth.
We make our way to Castien’s chambers by a different route and arrive far more quickly than I expected.
No sooner is the door closed behind us, than Castien throws himself into my arms and takes my breath from me with the intensity of his kiss.
“Take me to bed,” he gasps, his voice rough with desire. Although I am exhausted, I will deny him nothing. He is a little thing, so I lift him in my arms and carry him to the bed. He kicks and giggles in a manner that many would consider more befitting of a woman, but I know he is no woman, and his unmanly behaviour is no more than an expulsion of fear, and realization that all his dreams are suddenly within his reach.
I realize the full truth of my words when I lay him on the bed and he gazes up at me with sad eyes, once again taking on the grave demeanour I resolve instantly to forever change to joy.
“I never thought I would have someone to love; not like this. In truth I didn’t believe I would live long enough.”
“You are well now.”
“That’s not quite what I meant.” Castien gives me a weak smile. “My father has always wanted me to be more like him. As Jandra is. If she had been the prince, and I the princess, he would have been happy, and proud of us both. But alas that was not the case. Nevertheless he has spent my whole life trying to fit me for the role he had designed for me, believing a true king must have strength of arm rather than of mind.”
Castien gives a deep sigh. “I have known for some time that it was inevitable I would be forced into riding at his side into some skirmish or other. If I managed to keep me seat on the horse long enough, and I did not turn tail and run at the first clash of swords, it would not be long before I would be killed, or taken which might have been far the worse.”
“Surely he would not have dragged you into a battle when you were not fit for it.”
Colour in my prince’s cheeks suggest my words stung and I wish I had bitten off my tongue before I caused him pain.
“I did not mean to suggest you are not good enough to ride at your father’s side, only that you would not have been properly prepared and––”
“Any physically fit, and mentally able and not heartsick at the sight of blood.” He sighed. “Don’t pull back your words. I know what I am.”
“You are a light that shines in a dark world,” I say, meaning every word. I believe he sees my truth and is heartened by it, “a rainbow when black skies weep. There are many who can ride into battle and kill a man; there are few who have the wit and purity to save them.”

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Monday, 18 January 2016

The Covenant by M LeAnne Phoenix

CoverThe Covenant E-Book Cover with logo Author Name: M. LeAnne Phoenix
  Book Name: The Covenant
  Series: Covenant Series Book: One
  Release Date: January 15, 2016 
Pages or Words: 280 pages, 71,000 words
Categories: Gay fiction, M/M Romance, New Adult, Poetry, Romance 
Publisher: CoolDudes Publishing
Cover Artist: Kellie Dennis






Blurb: When love is forbidden, who can you trust? Seventeen year old David has been best friends with Jonathan for as long as he can remember, but the day he sees the pastor's daughter press a soft kiss to Jonathan's cheek everything changes. Overcome by jealousy, his explosive reaction reveals a deeper connection that sends their relationship spiraling down into dangerous territory. 

When their clandestine love is discovered, they have nowhere to turn for help. The brutal circumstances of their parting test David and Jonathan's covenant to each other in unimaginable ways.

Forced to face their fears, it is in their darkest moments that the two young men discover that the courage, hope, and strength they need to to fight for their love, has been the foundation of their covenant all along.

Friday, 15 January 2016

Release Day Blitz Br0th3rly by Alina Popescu

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Br0th3rly is the first novella a new techie/geeky gay romance series by Alina Popescu—Famous on the Internet—featuring bloggers, YouTubers, and other Internet celebrities.

Synopsis

Fighting his relentless love for Trevor, the guy he was raised to consider his brother, has been Tristan’s mission in life.

To distance himself from Trevor, even after discovering they weren’t really related, he left for college at sixteen. Moving into the city, building a new life, and running an anonymous blog about what he considers sick, twisted feelings might make Tristan famous on the Internet, but it isn’t enough to get over his obsession. Every time he goes home, a quick glance at Trevor brings it all flooding back.

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When commitment-phobe Trevor announces he’s got a serious boyfriend during one of Tristan’s rare visits home, the adoring kid brother will be forced to run once again. This time, however, Trevor doesn’t stand back and watch him leave.

Instead, he follows him, making it nigh on impossible for Tristan to keep his love a secret for much longer.

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Excerpt

All of a sudden, I was yanked to the side, and before I realized what was going on, my hands were locked around his waist and my face buried in the crook of his neck while he hugged me fiercely. 
Oh, shit! I held my breath for as long as I could, but then my lungs won the fight. His scent hit me, causing me to whimper and shudder, and making my cock painfully hard. 
“I know you always wanted to get out of here and you’re trying so hard to stay away. Showing you still love us won’t trap you in this town, little brother.” 
Trevor had it all so wrong. He thought it was the town and life here that I was running away from. It wasn’t though; I was running from my twisted, perverted self. The more I stuck around him, the more I justified my urges. We weren’t related, not really. There was no blood connection. I was not a monster for loving him. It was all bullshit though. Not only had we been raised as siblings, Trevor had never shown any such interest in me. So the farther away I was, the less inclined I became to break down and tell him what I wanted. What I’d always wanted. What would be the point of that? I knew he’d reject me. I’d be selfish and force him to completely lose his little brother.

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Despite the steady coaching, my body refused to comply, and I clung to him, breathing hard and almost bursting into tears. He pushed me back and searched my face. The deep frown that twisted his took nothing away from his beauty.
“Tristan, what’s wrong with you? You’re a mess, bro.” 
The raw concern in his voice stabbed me like a burning knife, twisting my gut and making my heart bleed. “Sorry, Trev. Forget it, please. I’ve been under a truckload of pressure at work.” 
He nodded and pulled me back into the hug, and shame exploded inside of me, promptly followed by a lust so savage I thought my starved cock would burst through my underwear and jeans. 
A loud honk finally broke the spell, making me jump so hard I hit my head on the car roof. Trevor laughed and shook his head, probably thinking I was as clumsy and goofy as ever. What he didn’t know was that those traits were part of me only when I was around him. My sick obsession with him took too much energy and brain power, not to mention blood flow. There wasn’t much left to take in my surroundings and coordinate my movements.

About the author

Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.

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Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Wednesday Briefs Demon Chapter Seventeen



I accidentally lost the prompts for this week, so I have posted without a prompt. Don't ask me where it went because I don't have a clue.

I hear voices through the door, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. I wish I could. I have no idea what reception my lover has received from the Council, whom I have always considered arrogant and stubborn old men. Some of them are okay, but other look down on me and even sneered. I know what they were thinking; I have always known. It’s the same thing a lot of people in the kingdom think – that I am a joke; not fit to be king. My mind, my honour, my good intents are irrelevant. All they care about is my ability, or lack thereof, in war–making.
I have never pretended to be a war–maker. I barely keep in the saddle when I gallop a horse. My constitution is delicate and my sensibilities even more so. I could blame childhood illnesses, which came one after the other since I was a toddler, but the truth is, I take after my mother who is also delicate. Of course, that’s fine for a woman, especially a queen, but not a ‘real’ man. Father should have realized he would have surprised no one if he had simply admitted to my relationship with Tian.
How much longer must I pace, my ears straining for some sound, no matter how small, to tell me how the meeting progresses. Perhaps I could crack open the door. Just a tiny bit. No one would notice if the door opened a tiny bit.
“I wouldn’t do that, dear.”
I jump, my hand still on the handle of the door. How does she do that? How does she enter a room so silently, and how does she know my thoughts.
“You’re a witch,” I say, not for the first time.
She smiles, her enigmatic smile and shakes her head. “It doesn’t take witchery for a mother to know her children.”
“But how do you always arrive at the moment I am about to act?”
“Luck. Now, tell me dear, how do you really feel about this?”
I open my mouth to tell her I’m fine, but I catch her eye. I have never been able to lie to my mother when she looks me in the eye.
“It hurts. More than I would have imagined. They were right to prevent me attending the meeting. I don’t know how I could pretend I was not in love with him. I don’t know how I will do it in the days to come. I am not naïve enough to believe I will not be expected to spend time in their presence. There will be balls and dinners…. How can I do this, mother? How can I watch him with her and not reveal my pain? How can I look at him and conceal my thoughts and feelings?”
My mother sits and pats her lap. It has been a long time since I curled there and whispered to her of whatever ailed me at the time. Many times the ailments were physical. She has rocked me through pain and fever many times. Now the pain and fever are different, but none the less real.
For a moment, my father’s words ‘stand up and be a man’ echo in my head and stiffen my spine, but I have been told many times I am no man, and at this moment I have no desire to be.
My mother’s arms do not feel as comforting and safe as they did before. Something is missing, and I realize with a sick start what it is. She is not Tian. I will never again feel as safe with anyone other than he. The understanding makes me sigh and twists the knife a little more in my gut.
Mother strokes my hair and croons. “My poor boy. This life was never for you. They say you would be a bad king, but I know better. Your father has made this kingdom strong with his body. You will make it stronger with your mind. You have the intelligence, courage and strength of character to make our kingdom truly great. You will introduce revolutionary measures that will enhance the lives of everyone within our lands and will secure for you a greater place in history than your father. Your name will be remembered long after his is forgotten. You will be known as the wise kind who heralded in a golden age, an age of peace and prosperity, when our neighbours become friends, and our kingdom’s allies make us stronger than we have ever been before.”
My mother’s words are hypnotic, and pain pictures in my mind that I like. I like them very much and I do not doubt for a moment that the words are true.
“Until then, you will do what you have to do. A strong king cannot allow personal matters to intrude into affairs of state. Think not of what you lose in distancing yourself from your love in public, but what you will gain from an alliance with his father. The key to your future is with Tian’s people and that will become obvious soon enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you should bide your time and the future will come to you sooner than you think. Once Tian’s position is assured with our people we will send a diplomatic mission to his father, to secure our position and formally introduce him to Tian fiancée.”
“And that is supposed to make me feel better?”
Mother kisses my hair. “Fear not. Tian’s father knows the truth. There, you may be open with your love and it will be Jandra who takes the back seat. By the time you return, everything will have changed, and there will be no more need to hide your feelings for him.”
“What do you mean ‘everything will have changed?’”
Her words have an ominous ring, but her only response is that smile again. Before I can inquire more, the door to my father’s room opens.

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