Running with Scissors by L.A. Witt #Giveaway @GallagherWitt @RiptideBooks


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RunningWithScissors_600x900blurbEighteen months ago, drummer Jude Colburn made the biggest mistake of his life when he walked away from his band just as they were on the brink of success. Now, he’s got a second chance. The band’s bassist just quit, and Jude plays bass almost as well as he plays drums. The other band members aren’t thrilled, but they are desperate.

Running with Scissors needs him, but there’s one condition: no hooking up with bandmates. That’s what ruined things eighteen months ago, after all. Jude’s on board, but no one warned him about the drummer who replaced him. A.J. Palmer is shy and unassuming . . . until he hits the stage. He gets Jude’s attention from the first beat, and suddenly that “no hookups” rule isn’t so easy to follow.

Keeping secrets on a tour bus isn’t easy either, and it’s only a matter of time before the band catches on. When everything hits the fan, Jude has to choose: a second chance at the career he’s always regretted leaving, or a shot at the man of his dreams?

Running With Scissors is available from Riptide Publishing.


L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…

L.A.’s backlist is available on her website, and updates (as well as random thoughts and the odd snarky comment) can be found on her blog or on Twitter (@GallagherWitt).

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The Guardians of the Realms by Setta Jay #Giveaway @settajay_

Hidden Ecstasy
The Guardians of the Realms
Book 0.5
Setta Jay
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
Publisher: Setta Jay, LLC
Date of Publication: January 16, 2014
Number of pages: 39
Word Count: 10,305
blurbEver since the Gods were sent to sleep for their sins against humanity, Vane, the son of Athena has been avoiding exile to the Immortal Realm. He, his dark, brooding twin and their sister have spent their lives hidden amongst humanity on Earth. According to their sister’s cryptic powers they needed to stay there for a purpose they’d yet to find.  As the centuries ticked by he grew restless, recklessly tangling deeper with a very dangerous female. 
As one of the Guardians of the Realms it was Brianne’s duty to ensure that humanity evolved without being subjugated by more powerful beings. For too long she had succumbed to the lure of a powerfully seductive Demi-God that could never truly be hers, one that she should have exiled long ago. It was a secret that could cost her, cost them all, but the danger only added to her need.
Their desire was breaking all the rules…
Warning: This story is intended for a mature audience and contains explicit sex and a dominant male behaving badly.  Enjoy!
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 Hidden Ecstasy :

Plaster shattered around his thick shoulders. Vane smelled the dust mixing with the sweet scent of arousal permeating the room. Lust-filled amber gazed into his own bright blue. He narrowed his eyes and flipped her around to crash her bare back into the hard wood of the door they had entered moments before. His long pale hair brushed against his cheeks with the speed of the movements. Brianne’s breath exhaled in a rush, followed by a low moan. Her skin felt soft and silky against his palms. He grasped her tightly to him, feeling the bite of her fingers on his biceps. Caging her firmly against his body, he first lifted, then pinned her hands next to her head.

Her full breasts pressed into his chest. The stiff points of her nipples rubbed him through his thin tee and he relished the friction. He took her lips forcefully as she fought to take back control of the situation. Her usual attempt, when all she fucking wanted was to be subdued. It was always a battle.

She nipped at his lips and he plunged his tongue deep. A low growl vibrated deep inside his chest. Brianne’s tongue tangled with his, becoming more and more demanding with each caress. He leaned down to angle his head for a more thorough exploration. Even in her high ‘fuck me’ heels, he still had a good seven inches on her. As a female Guardian of the Realms, her size had zero to do with the strength and power packed into her lithe frame. As she fought his hold, her eyes grew glazed with desire, enjoying how fully he had her under his control. It was what he watched for.

“How hard?” He growled against her bottom lip and then nipped sharply, knowing the answer before she voiced it.

“As hard as you can give it, kitten.” She grinned wickedly at him as she issued the challenge in that sultry cadence that never failed to go straight to his balls. One long, toned thigh slid up his hip, pushing the silky material of her dress up with it. He could scent her sweet pussy and couldn’t wait to get his mouth down there to lap up all that delicious cream.

He grinned devilishly as he said, “Gladly, my little lark.”

She snapped at his lower lip. He touched his tongue to the sting and tasted his own blood. She enjoyed her nickname as much as he liked the one she’d given him. His grin grew wider at the sight of her narrowed lids. Both were predators in their own rights. The irony in their other forms never escaped him. He let his gaze track her long copper-colored hair. It fell in wild waves, framing her delicate features and pouty lips. He loved her hair, loved to have it wrapped around his fists as he fucked her hard.

He leaned in, licking up her throat to her ear, and took his own sharp nip. “You’ll pay for making me bleed, my sweet songbird.” He chuckled when she growled at him. He’d always enjoyed their games.

Before she went for more blood, he bumped his jean-covered cock against her stomach and pushed her arms down to her sides, trapping them. He didn’t give her time to anticipate his next move. Instead he swiftly lifted and tossed her the ten plus feet onto the big bed in their secret hideaway. She bounced and then quickly spun around, facing him on her hands and knees. Her green dress gapped, giving him a nice glimpse of her unbound breasts. She wore nothing under the slip of silk. The fabric was no more than a tease that went with the golden stilettos.

He stalked forward, watching as her eyes ate up his every move. He lifted and tossed his shirt to the floor. His sensitive hearing picked up the hitch in her breathing, indicating just how hot the sight of his muscled chest made her. She eyed him intently as his hands moved to the button of his jeans, watching with rapt attention as he lowered the denim from his heated flesh. He wore nothing beneath the material and his cock sprang free, released from the hellish confines. Her gaze latched onto the series of piercings along his shaft and she licked her lips. She seemed to love the way the silicone balls felt as they slid deep inside her channel. He’d only had them a few years; judging from the covetous look at his cock, it was long enough for her to crave the feel of them. He grinned roguishly at her as he kicked off first his boots, then jeans and socks, all while she silently watched and waited. She would strike soon, she always did.

As he made his way to the bed, she launched at him. She wrestled him for control before he took her down, face first into the soft bedding. Her ass caressed his cock as he straddled her hips. She bucked and fought against his hold. As a Guardian, she was strong as fuck, but not stronger than a son of the Goddess Athena. “Yield, and I’ll eat your little pussy… first.”


Ecstasy Unbound
The Guardians of the Realms
Book 1
Setta Jay
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
 Publisher: Setta Jay, LLC
 Date of Publication: January 29, 2014
 ISBN: 978-0-9965521-0-3
ASIN: B00I55WP00
 Number of pages: 302
Word Count: 86,220
blurbAs one of the twelve Guardians, Urian has spent the last several centuries in a constant battle to keep the inhabitants of Earth’s Realms under control.  Humanity has to evolve, hell beasts need to die, and Immortals need mates.  But lately, Uri’s mind is overrun with thoughts of when his sexy voyeur will find him again, watching him from the shadows, continuing their wicked game.  All Guardians are forbidden contact with the little goddess and her brothers, but his need for her escalating, he finds it increasingly difficult to keep from pinning her down on the nearest surface and making her his.
Alexandra has managed to evade the Guardians and being cast out from the human Realm for centuries, ever since the Creators sent the Gods to sleep for their sins against humanity and banished all Immortals.  Always sensing that she was needed on Earth, only once has Alex gone against her instincts and the price she paid will forever haunt her.  It is for that reason she forces herself to stay away from the only male who has ever truly enticed her.  The only one who has ever made her long for what she knows is dangerous.
In a desperate need to help her beloved brother, she will have to go to the enthralling Guardian, her dark obsession, and even though he will surely attempt to exile her, she won’t go easily… 
Warning: This book contains explicit and sizzling sex scenes with big dominant males. MFM, ménage, and light bondage.
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excerptEcstasy Unbound:

“What are you doing here?” The deep sexy growl to Uri’s voice made things tighten low in her body. Alex closed her eyes at the sensual vibration of it before realizing it was coming to her through the cool breeze instead of inside her mind.

Opening her eyes, she saw that he was mere feet from her. Oh, Gods, he was even more edible up close. She felt the heat coming off his body in waves, licking along her skin. Her heart beat recklessly faster. All six foot eight inches of pure muscled, half-naked Uri stood almost within touching distance, arms crossed and scowling. His near shoulder-length, dark hair was wet and glistening under the night sky. It was mussed like he’d just rubbed a towel over it. The smell of his shampoo was a faint hint in the background of his own seductive scent. Enough to bring visions of him in his upstairs shower, lathering up all that gorgeous skin. What she wouldn’t give to have been with him, soaping every hot inch of his rigidly muscled torso until she was kneeling in front of that big cock. Mesmerizing eyes of liquid silver swirled… hypnotizing her under tightly furled dark brows. She was sure those eyes had been the downfall of many a female; they were absolutely enthralling.

Her breath left in a tight groan she didn’t have time to suppress. She caught a slight tilt to his lips and the heating of his eyes. She was embarrassed, but not enough to stop her first up-close perusal of the male that had haunted her dreams for centuries. He had such perfect kissable lips, the bottom slightly more full, just begging her to suck and nibble on it. Taut thighs were encased in loose-fitting dark exercise pants hanging dangerously low, while the pure mass of his chest was exposed to her gaze. Bronzed skin gleamed with moisture in the dark, and she wanted nothing more than to lick every drop as it traveled the dips and valleys en route to the vee above the low-hanging fabric at his waist. Her eyes traveled over his eight pack before hitting the soft fabric that did nothing to hide his growing erection. She clenched her thighs as her own desire slid from her body. Her chest began heaving as she fought the need to move toward him.

She needed to get it together. She took a deep calming breath and then nearly moaned again. What was it that he smelled of? It was so much more than clean male. It was like aged port, sweet and decadent, so tempting she wanted to cover herself in it. Bathe in it. There had to be something in his chemical makeup meant to attract, because no other male had ever smelled so tantalizing.

“Keep eating me up with those eyes, little Goddess, and I’ll be so deep inside that hot little pussy you won’t remember what you came here for.” His voice was a deep raspy growl, making her even hotter. “Unless that was what you need my help for.” His voice dipped lower, and she swore he moved closer.

She felt her body start to pitch forward before guilt assailed her. She shouldn’t be feeling things that were definitely not related to what she was there for. She needed to keep her wits if she was going to help her brother. She mentally smacked herself, licked her dry lips, and heard a soft groan, which lifted her gaze to him. “No, I need your help.” Gods, what she wouldn’t give for him to do as he said, but she had to help her brother. Clearing her throat, she added, “I need your help… first.” Was that her voice? She sounded sultry as she issued that last little hint of promise.

He inhaled deeply as he brought his arms to the sides of his body. His hands flexed as he said, “Yeah, I got that the first time. Could you get to the part of why the hell you’re coming to me, and what you think I need to help you with? Especially since I should be exiling your hot little ass on sight…

Ecstasy Claimed
The Guardians of the Realms
Book 2
Setta Jay
 Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
 Publisher: Setta Jay, LLC
 Date of Publication: March 26, 2014
 ISBN: 978-0-9965521-1-0
 Number of pages: 296
Word Count: 85,140
blurbGregoire has spent centuries with his brother Guardians fighting for the safety and security of the Realms.  Endless decades of battling mixed with bouts of mindless sex to sate his needs.  Needs that haven’t truly been fulfilled since she was born.  The one destined to be his bonded mate.  For the last twenty five years Gregoire has kept his distance giving her time to grow into a female who is capable of handling his intense dominance.
Alyssa has done everything that was expected of her, until the day she finds out she has a mate who has left her unclaimed. Unheard of when mates are rare and coveted. Even worse is the fact that he is the most powerful of her race and a Guardian of the Realms. Furious at the rejection she decides she is now in charge of her life.  No more will she allow others to rule her.
Against the backdrop of evil forces that are conspiring to topple the Realms, can Gregoire find his wayward mate before she is taken by corrupt Immortals?  Can Alyssa forgive him and learn to exert her own female power while surrendering to his savage passion? And will the two of them be able to forge a mate bond that cannot be severed… or will they be forever cursed with an Ecstasy Unclaimed?
Warning: Dirty talking, possessive alpha male; scenes of sexual exhibition; an instance of f/f; spankings and more.
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excerptEcstasy Claimed:

Gregoire was nearly feral by the time they entered the media room. He struggled to handle whatever the fuck just happened. He’d never melded with anyone when he teleported, but it felt like that was exactly what had happened with his mate. He could still feel the sensation of her in his skin. He clasped both hands onto Alyssa’s tight ass. “Mine,” he growled at her as he buried his head in her neck, licking her sweet-tasting skin. He ground his erection into her core and heard a small gasp and low moan as she rubbed her barely covered breasts against his chest. He looked down at the full mounds pressed tight against him. She was hot and aroused as his fingers caressed the soft, smooth skin of her ass; his palms spanned each firm cheek, so fucking tiny. He would need to be fucking careful not to break her when he finally buried his cock deep. Shit, he hoped she could take him.

Concentration on anything but his mate proved nearly impossible. She leaned up and bit his lower lip. “I don’t belong to anyone.” Her challenging words hit him hard. His grip on her ass tightened, and he rubbed her pussy up his shaft until she tilted her head and bit his neck, before licking away the sting.

His head buzzed with need. He scented the arousal seeping from her body, and he turned her into the nearest wall, pinned her back and ripped the tie from her hair. He fisted the long chestnut waves, tilting her for his lips. She moaned and opened for him. He plunged inside and took her tongue with his, tangling them as he bumped his hips against her sweet spot. He savored her every bit of sweetness as their tongues dueled. He slid a hand back to her firm little ass. She was trying to ride his cock, and that’s exactly how he wanted her.


Denying Ecstasy
The Guardians of the Realms
Book 3
Setta Jay
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
Publisher: Setta Jay, LLC
Date of Publication: June 28, 2014
ISBN: 978-0-9965521-2-7
Number of pages: 292
Word Count: 81,730
 blurbA headstrong sassy mortal, Rain is a Mageia living in Tetartos, the Realm of beasts and Immortals.  Her nights have been restless, filled with sensual dreams of a big blonde Guardian whose glares indicate he wants nothing to do with her.  She is determined to shake off the odd feelings until she finds out her dream lover is responsible for her rescue from a demented Demi-God.  In doing so, his touch ignites something rare and coveted.  Something that she’s never anticipated… Something he should have told her about.  Rain is set on making him explain and then feel the full force of her ire.
After a devastating betrayal resulting in the loss of a close friend a century ago, Dorian refuses to trust or engage with Immortals other than his Guardian family.  His years of brutal fighting in the underground Immortal rings are over.  He patrols the Realms and slakes his lust with the humans on Earth.  Existing, but not living as he used to.  He knows the moment he scents Rain that he has found his mate and after touching her he plans to avoid her as long as he can… Until he learns she is in danger.  Raging, his beast demands that he go to her, but taking her from their enemy has repercussions he fully plans to escape at all costs.
For Dorian, finding a way out of mating Rain means he could succumb to madness and harm those that mean so much to him… but giving in to his burning urge for her means losing control in a heated mating frenzy sure to ignite them both and link them forever.
Warning: This book is intended for adult audiences; brief instances of M/F/F and M/F/M ménage; voyeurism and sexually explicit scenes.
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excerptDenying Ecstasy:

“Put. Me. Down,” she said and then nipped at his lip again. That thick lip called to her, and Rain hated that it tempted her so damn much. She wanted to know what it felt like against her skin, over her lips, on her nipples. She glared at it as if the flesh itself were to blame for her torment.

Before she could do anything more, his lips were on hers. His mouth taking, demanding her surrender. She fought it, could have fought his rough tactics forever, but when Dorian softened the kiss, she got lost. Caught off guard by the gentleness, her lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside, soft and seductive. Everything fell away as it delved in and mingled with hers. He gentled, tempting and tasting her until she was wild for more of him. Her hands went to his wet hair and over his rough jaw. He tasted of something addicting. She was getting drunk on it as his lips grew aggressive and demanding again.

“Spread your thighs.” He demanded harshly, his hands moving to her thighs. Her vision was getting hazy. She felt drugged and needed so much more of it. She groaned, unable to stop from parting her legs to make room for him against her pussy. His lips took hers again, his tongue sliding in, exploring, seducing. She moaned as he rubbed against her clit and massaged her thighs and ass with his palms. She needed… her mind and thoughts were gone as they moved together. He was intoxicating her on purpose, rolling his hips into her until she was whimpering into his questing mouth and soaking the fabric separating them. She was almost consumed with lust, never had she been kissed like he was kissing her.

She raked her nails over his shoulders and back. He was so hot, burning up. His muscles twitched under her hands as he half groaned, half growled, and the vibration sent tingles over her skin, pulling her further into the haze.

His lips moved to her jaw. “Tilt your neck back.” He demanded. She gasped as one of his big hands tunneled into her hair. A slight tug angled her neck and the small bite of pain made her pussy throb. His lips trailed over the sensitive skin. She was panting, barely able to breathe as his teeth tugged on her sensitive lobe and his warm breath at her ear left her whimpering for more. His thumb gently caressed the pulse point at her neck and traced down her shoulder, leaving gooseflesh in its wake as it moved further down to the side of her aching, swollen breast. She couldn’t breathe, lost in what he was doing to her. She felt his muscles quaking under her hands as his tongue and teeth tormented her. His hot palm plumped her breast and one thumb slid over her tight nipple, wringing a strangled cry from her lips.

“You taste so fucking good.” He growled.

Desperation crowded inside her mind, along with panic and anger. It was strong enough to pull her from the seductive fog she’d gotten lost in. She yanked at the back of his hair to look at him. Between panting breaths she watched the war going on in his overly bright eyes. What the hell was wrong with her? She needed to stop this. She was no one’s doormat, and she could see how he was trying to fight through the lust. She also saw something else. More than the pain and regret she’d felt before. Longing. The frenzy was fucking with them both. If she did nothing, he would fuck her right up against the wall. Her pussy tightened, dying for him to do just that. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to find the anger. It was the only weapon she had to fight through the haze.

“You don’t get to be a dick and then think I’ll let you fuck me.” The words didn’t come out nearly as strong as she’d hoped, more a panting whisper.

He dipped a finger under her bikini bottoms, and she bit her cheek to stop the moan that welled up. He brought his finger to her lips. “Don’t lie to me. The fact that your legs are wrapped around me and your pussy is soaking through my pants tells me you’d love it if I fucked you right here, right now. You want to ride my dick as I pin you against this wall.”

She flicked her tongue out and tasted her own desire. It was a compulsion she regretted succumbing to when his eyes flashed with heat and she felt his arms shaking with tension. “Yes, but you still haven’t earned that… or me…”

Tempting Ecstasy
The Guardians of the Realms
Book 4
Setta Jay
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
Publisher: Setta Jay, LLC
Date of Publication: September 30, 2014
ISBN: 978-0-9965521-3-4
ASIN: B00NZ8F392
Number of pages: 296
Word Count: 83,600
 blurbConn had spent the millennia of his life fighting alongside his brethren as a Guardian of the Four Realms.  He’d never allowed himself to imagine that he would be gifted a mate but her scent was inside him now. The intoxicating lure incited his wolf to track her and claim her in a sexual frenzy she could never deny.  He refused to repeat the mistakes his brothers had made in their unions, instead he planned to fight the demands of his beast and tempt his female.
Dacia had spent the years of her life as a guardian of her family’s secrets.  Her days were consumed with helping her siblings search for the Immortals who had escaped the God Apollo’s brutal training camps with her parents thousands of years ago.  They were the only hope of finding answers to questions about their lives.  Questions her parents hadn’t resolved before their deaths.
Not in her wildest of dreams would Dacia have imagined the answers would instead find her.  Or what form those answers would take.  The breathtaking male who stepped out of the night and into her life was certainly not one of the hidden Immortals her parents had told of, he was so much more.  Wielding both immense power and thrilling strength he aroused not only her body but the wolf hidden within.
Dacia needed to find a way to trust her seductive Guardian, not only with herself, but with her family as well.  But how long could she hold out against both the intensity of the mating frenzy that demanded sexual release, and the wickedly sexy male who was tempting not just her body… but also her heart?
Warning: This book is intended for an adult audience. It contains explicit sex; voyeurism; dirty talking males with bad language.
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excerpt Tempting Ecstasy:

Dacia was being watched. She felt an itch at the nape of her neck the entire time she went about setting up her living room. She’d been waiting until dark to set the protection spells that would guard against intrusion, but feeling those eyes, she hadn’t done it.

The scents of wood polish and new paint were interfering with her senses. It was a little better after airing the place, but she still hadn’t detected anything from outside. She slipped on some dark running shoes and a black tee shirt. She wasn’t one for waiting around, and the red shirt was too bright for what she planned. If there was a human prowler out there, she would make sure to put a stop to his nocturnal activities. He wouldn’t find his evening quite so enjoyable. Preying on single females was not acceptable, and she could surely find a creative, non-traceable way to make it stop, once she saw what she was dealing with.

She flicked off the light and waited. Dacia took a few moments to tighten her ponytail and quickly peek out the window but saw nothing out of the ordinary. She glided silently toward her bedroom door, thinking she could really use a run when she was done. She loved to run in the rain, and the air changing around her made her skin pull tight with the need to let her beast free. A run was exactly what she needed.

She hadn’t heard a sound, but the scent filtering through the room made her falter mid-step. She inhaled deeply as her breasts peaked and her skin pulled tight. Need trailed down her body. The scent was incredible, like some intense narcotic coming to lull her into erotic fantasies. Her pussy grew slick and hot. She heard her beast whimpering and felt the intense compulsion to rub that scent all over her body. That shocked her into stillness. She leaned forward, inhaling more of the earthy aphrodisiac. What the hell was it?

Dark, dangerous and utterly beautiful was the only way to describe the male standing inside the doorway to her bedroom. In her home. Panic warred with her beast’s desire for the male. His dark hair was a little long, and there were black piercings in one eyebrow that framed glowing amber gold eyes. Mesmerizing. His jaw and every inch of his face was masculine chiseled perfection, including his firm lips. Power fell off him in waves as she stood caught inside it all. He wore a dark tee shirt under a green and black flannel, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms covered in ink.

Fear that something was severely wrong with her instincts snapped her back. He wasn’t human, that much was certain by all that power rolling over her skin.

She sent a telepathic call to her sisters and threw her power as her beast snarled and snapped, fighting her. He was dangerous whether her wolf believed it or not. A point proven when her telekinetic blast had little effect on his easily six-and-a-half-foot muscled frame. Her sisters were in her head, wanting answers, but she had nothing to give. His heavy lidded eyes flared to another intense level of arousal when her power hit him; it should have knocked him out of the room. Instead he seemed unfazed by it. His nostrils flared, and he smiled seductively at her.

“I’m not going to hurt you, princess.” His voice was deep with traces of a throaty growl that only made things worse.

“I’m not your princess. Who are you?” she snapped, even though the way he said the ridiculous endearment made her blood pulse and her beast roll. Her traitorous animal liked it.

“What does your beast think?” he asked instead of answering her. He knew her animal was compromised.

Her pussy ached, and she couldn’t help inhaling all the earthy decadence, which only seemed to be getting stronger, hotter. Self-preservation kicked in, and she threw more power, this time with all her strength, but he absorbed it. Her eyes widened at his smile.

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” He groaned.

Her wolf mewled for her to go to him, but she knew that wasn’t logical, wasn’t right. Panic was mixing with the uncontrollable lust for the gorgeous male. He’d look dangerous even if she couldn’t feel all the raw power emanating from him, licking at her every nerve ending. She felt wild, charged as she tracked his graceful moves. His muscles were tense as he tilted his head and scented the air like the pure male predator he was. She told herself she studied him to find a weakness, but there was nothing vulnerable about him. What did he want? Not to kill her, no, the scent of his arousal made it clear he wanted her naked not dead. But why her, how had he even found her, and what had he done to make her beast lose control?

“What did you do to me?” She gritted her teeth, fighting her animal. He hadn’t said who he was, just stared at her, his eyes tracing every inch of her body. She couldn’t define the look in his eyes; it was raw and possessive as if she belonged to him, as if he wanted her more than he wanted anything else. Desired more from her than just her body, and that scared her. She wanted to retreat, but her beast wanted to pounce. She tuned out her sisters’ panic coming through their mental link, unable to focus on them and the threat standing in her bedroom. He’d blocked the only real exit route.

Piercing Ecstasy
The Guardians of the Realms
Book 5
Setta Jay
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
Publisher: Setta Jay, LLC
Date of Publication: January 31, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-9965521-4-1
Number of pages: 295
Word Count: 77,940
blurbAfter a hellish month of searching, Immortal warrior Jax and his brethren, the Guardians of the Realms, are nowhere near finding the sleeping God who was stolen by their enemy.  As if that isn’t problem enough, after millennia, other Guardians are dropping like flies to the mating frenzy.  Jax never dreamed he could be next.  After all, he’s too flawed, his sexual appetite too insatiable to ever be completely fulfilled by one being.  Could a lone female even handle his needs let alone quench his never ending desire?
Ileana lives a solitary life in the shadows, a ghost thirsting for vengeance.  A warrior Ailouros, half cat, whose sheer existence has been kept secret by a special ability no one can know exists, she is closed off and trusts no one.  After thousands of years spent in near isolation while hunting her prey, she has finally found a clue leading to the location of her enemy.  Revenge is at hand.
When a fantastically hot Guardian unknowingly puts himself in the middle of a deadly intrigue, nearly ruining her careful plans, Ileana is forced to make a choice.  Her one chance at finding vengeance will hinge on hurling them both into piercing ecstasy.
Warning: This book is intended for an adult audience.  There are dirty talking Guardians with bad language, some violence, and explicit scenes hot enough to give you cat scratch fever.   
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excerptPiercing Ecstasy:

Jax pinned his mate beneath him before she could even blink. Her small hands caught on his shoulders as the air jolted from her lungs.

“You’re really starting to piss me off with that shit, and trust me, you don’t want that. You. Are. Mine. This is for fucking eternity, and I take that shit seriously.”

She looked up at him, swallowing hard, her throat working. Was she searching for a way to refute what he’d said?

He cocked a challenging brow.

“Now explain,” Jax demanded. His female was driving him insane, but at the same time he enjoyed her fire. How did his brothers do this? He knew the answer to that fucked-up question. Not one of them had a prickly female with an attitude that rivaled Sander’s. No one had a fiery hellcat under their skin, setting them aflame. Fuck, she drove him nuts and ignited him in every damned way.

“Explain what?” she snapped.

“Tell me what exactly has you running scared?” He could actually hear her molars grinding and wanted to shake his head, or her. A mating was a rarity, something every damned Immortal dreamed of. It seemed her dreams ran exclusively to vengeance and he wanted to understand that, from her lips not the thoughts he’d heard.

“I’m not scared of anything. I have a life of my own. I like solitude and there’s no rule against that,” she snarled.


She pushed against him, moving him an inch. She was taking deep breaths, an obvious attempt to diffuse her anger. The female had a temper. He wanted to know more about her. Shit, he intended to give her more than he’d ever offered another being. They would have what his brothers shared with their mates; to do that he needed to understand her.

She was different. She’d done something to him that he’d never imagined possible, and he was still wrapping his mind around it. He’d hoped things would be different with a mate; he’d never expected it to be everything…

The constant driving need to come wasn’t the same now. He still wanted her, the need was there, but his edginess had leveled out for the first time ever. The sweet taste of her pussy had started it, and filling her with come had taken him to new heights. Ones that left him stronger, left him in awe of his female.

He mentally shook his head. Even with his cock still hard and wanting her again, he was content to figure this shit out, and he would. He’d ferret out every secret his mate was hiding so they could move on.

“Let me up,” she snarled.

He forced his animal back. The cat wanted one thing, to claim her and finish this, sink his teeth into her soft skin and mark her, blood bond her now for eternity. His beast didn’t give a shit about her commitment issues and anxiety. It was too soon. She’d run or fight, and if she did, his cat would hunt, dominate, pin her down, fuck her as his teeth pierced her silky flesh.

He leaned in and nipped her pouty lower lip, letting her feel the pressure but not breaking the skin. She moaned and he lifted up on his arms, looking down at her flushed cheeks, pleased with her response.

After a deep breath she snarled, “Let me up.”

His eyes focused on her lips and then moved to her flashing eyes. Her cat was close to the surface and he could smell just how much she wanted him again. “Start talking, kitten.”

“I get it,” she growled. “Point made. You’re a big overbearing ass.” He watched the flickering of her eyes, practically saw her fighting the animal back.

He growled as he searched her mutinous eyes. She was so damned feisty and it was obvious she had no intention of telling him anything about herself, yet.

“Kitten, you need to learn some manners.” He looked down at her beautiful face, getting caught up in the miracle of what she was to him. He felt incredible and it was all because of her, not that he was stupid enough to share that fact with her. She wasn’t ready.

“Please let me up?” she growled. At least her panic had eased, making plenty of room for the frustration and annoyance showing on her beautiful face.

“Was it really so hard?” His lips twitched and he shook his head.

He heard a faint growl slip from her throat and it made his cock harder. He moved to his side. He was losing sight of the conversation they were supposed to be having. She was too damned addicting. The minute he eased away, she jumped from the bed. He settled his hands behind his head, a deceptively nonthreatening pose to ease her as he tracked her movements.

Her eyes kept slipping to his chest, over the piercings he hadn’t let her play with, and he grinned at the heated look she gave them. She wanted to play with him, he knew that. Her eyes slid to the tats on his shoulders, finally moving down his stomach to his cock, which pulsed in greeting. Her eyes changed from blue to gold, the cat fighting to get out, to get to him. He loved everything about that look. He grinned and her eyes shot to his lips.

“Why not start by telling me where you live?” He’d go easy on her, for now.

She swallowed and then closed her eyes for a second before snarling, “We. Are. Not. Friends.”

“No. We. Are. Mates,” he growled back with a raised brow.

“So that automatically makes us perfect for each other?” She pfft’d.


Binding Ecstasy
The Guardians of the Realms
Book 6
Setta Jay
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
Publisher: Setta Jay, LLC
Date of Publication: May 28, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-9965521-5-8
Number of pages: 290
Word Count: 73,940
blurbA Beautiful Weapon Contained.
Natasha and her sister were created with sinister purpose.  They were Apollo’s most deadly and potent weapons. After finally escaping the evil God long ago, they made a secret life concealed among humanity in Earth Realm.  There, Tasha has spent her nights  watching the mortals at her club engage in erotic scenes that leave her aching… desperately longing for someone with the power to dominate her, to provide the pleasure she craves.  For her own safety she knows she’s destined to live her life in the shadows, but when she sees a male who sparks an insatiable hunger she is unable to remain hidden. 
A Powerful Guardian Restrained.
Bastian and his fellow Guardians have spent the last month in a fruitless search for Apollo.  They know that something dangerous is on the horizon and it is imperative they lock away the corrupt God immediately.  After recently witnessing a number of his brethren find their fated mates, Bastian never considered that he would also be blessed.  But when the calm and controlled Guardian sees his alluring and seductive female he learns just how wild and consuming the mating frenzy can be.  However, his mate is incredibly powerful and at risk of being caged by his own brothers if he doesn’t do everything, including lie, to protect her.
Immovable Object, Meet Irresistible Force. 
It’s a battle that both will win if they can survive the deadly forces, both friend and foe, that surround them.
Warning: This novel is intended for a mature audience.  You will find kick-ass females, explicit sex, voyeurism and alpha males with bad language.
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 excerptBinding Ecstasy:
        When her eyes snapped open, she realized her fantasy had become reality. He’d slipped through the club’s wards. Gooseflesh rose over her ultrasensitive skin and her nipples pulled tight as his power licked at her aching body. Tasha pulled herself up to standing. She was comfortable in her near nudity. Aroused and far from embarrassed.

Could she have him? Just once feel all that leashed power and intensity focused on her? Take the pleasure his eyes were promising.

She breathed deeply, taking in his heady pheromones, and felt her already aroused body weep for him.

She watched as he sucked in a breath between those firm perfect lips. Her ears caught the whisper of a low growl as his hard muscled shoulders pulled even tighter and he stared at her. The pulse beat at the column of his throat, drawing her complete focus. She wanted to lick every dip and taste his masculine essence.

He murmured in a language she hadn’t heard in centuries. The sexy cadence was nothing compared to the words; their meaning was intensely beautiful and nothing she could possibly translate into anything that would give it justice. Phrases with ‘treasure’ and versions of beauty and perfection that made any other words a dull note in comparison.

Her eyes tracked every inch as she fought for breath and sanity. He disappeared and reformed on the raised platform and her gaze tracked up to his as he stalked forward. Warm masculine heat and the scent of aroused male washed over her. She sucked in a deep breath and wasn’t sure she could stay standing as he crowded her against the pole.

His head dipped closer and she felt shivers along her skin as his warm breath and deep voice played along her senses. “Your name?” He teased her with his scent just inches away but not touching her, tempting her as he waited for her answer.

Words wouldn’t come. She moaned and circled one hand behind his neck; the first touch of his skin electrified her. She pulled him in and his lips caught hers in a kiss that took her breath, sapping her ability to do anything but accept the pleasure. His fingers found her hair and dug into the thick waves as he ruled her mouth aggressively. He didn’t coax, he took, demanded until she was a writhing mess on weak legs. She whimpered as she slid her leg up his leather-clad thigh, needing pressure on her aching clit.

One big palm gripped her thigh as he ground his thick erection into her sweet spot.

She moaned as her shaky fingers tracked down his wide muscled chest to his waistband. She was riding wave after wave of desire and the urgency only made her clumsy. Her eager fingers finally released the button and worked the zipper to slide her greedy hand in to cradle him. He was so hot and thick, and the skin was so silky smooth she wanted to rub it all over her.

He growled and released her lips long enough to look into her eyes. They flew through the air, teleporting together, blending as one in the most erotically charged experience she’d ever imagined. They reformed on the bar. Her back was against the hard wood as his lips trailed along her neck. She cried out, she felt as if they’d become one during the teleport, and her body was on fire, as if she would die if he didn’t get inside her now.

“Put your hands above your head,” he demanded and she couldn’t breathe to speak.

She did as he said without thought as incoherent whimpers escaped her lips.

“Tell me your name, Psihi Mou.” His soul?

She squirmed in his hold. Something in the way he said the endearment slipped under her skin, making her ache that much more. If he thought she was capable of forming words, he was out of his mind.

It was impossible to think when his warm fingers pushed the cup of her bra so that her breasts were trapped above the lace, her nipples stiff and needy. She cried out when the warmth of his breath slid over them and his wet mouth was on her, suckling in hard pulls that left her a keening mess. She arched her back for more contact. He moved to the other one and wrapped his lips around it and held her eyes as he sucked hard enough that she groaned as tremors racked her body.

His eyes grew impossibly darker and more intense. The short release only seemed to make her needier; it wasn’t enough. Her hand came down, yanking and pulling at the heavy material of his shirt. “Off,” she demanded as the leather ripped down the back seam. His weight and throbbing erection pulsed into the soaked material of her panties; she needed them off, needed him inside. She felt dizzy. Her body was strained with such intense sensation she didn’t think she’d live through it.

He ran the short whiskers of his goatee against the curve of her breast. The friction only added to her anguished need.

“Tell me your name.” His eyes held hers and she fell into their deep erotic thrall. His breathing was ragged and she couldn’t believe he wasn’t already giving them what they both needed. He looked so demanding above her, so incredibly animalistic and beautiful.

She pulled at the remains of the leather shirt, but the front stayed braced between them and he wasn’t helping. She was so far gone she couldn’t care less about names or anything that didn’t involve his skin on hers. She was soaked in desire and he was wearing too many damned clothes.

He captured her wrists and held them together in one hand above her head as he lifted and ripped the front of the shirt free. “Is this what you wanted to see? To feel?”


Setta Jay is the author of the popular Guardians of the Realms Series. She’s garnered attention and rave reviews in the paranormal romance world for writing smart, slightly innocent heroines and intense alpha males. She loves writing stories that incorporate a strong plot with a heavy dose of heat. Her influences include Judith McNaught who she feels writes a smart heroine to perfection, Gena Showalter, Maya Banks and Lora Leigh. You can often find her writing compared to JR Ward, but if you are a fan of the Black Dagger Brotherhood be warned that Setta Jay’s novels are more erotic in nature.
Born a California girl, she currently resides in Idaho with her husband of ten plus years who she describes as incredibly sexy and supportive.
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blurbNew York Times bestselling author Sandra Hill delivers a sizzling new entry in her Deadly Angels series, as a Viking vangel’s otherworldly mission teams him with a Navy SEAL who’s more than his match-she’s his predestined mate . . .

The fact that vampire angel Harek Sigurdsson was a Norseman in his mortal life doesn’t make thawing out after exile in Siberia any easier. But things heat up when his search for evil Lucipires connects him with Camille Dumaine, a human who thrums with sensual energy that can mean only one thing: she’s the mate Harek’s been seeking for centuries. . .

The SEALs call her “Camo” for her ability to blend into a crowd-yet Harek’s intense blue gaze singles Camille out like a white-hot spotlight. The security wiz was hired to help bring down a ruthless band of international kidnappers, but Camille senses an unspoken agenda-besides Harek’s bold declaration that she’s his “destiny”. Just Camille’s luck that the sexiest man she’s ever met may also be …a vampire!

excerptEverything he touched turned to gold, or leastways a considerable profit, and thank the gods for that, because Harek Sigurdsson was a brilliant Viking with an insatiable hunger for wealth and all its trappings.

It didn’t matter that he had vast holdings in the Norselands, an estate in Northumbria, several hirds of warriors who served under him when called to battle by one grab-land king or another (Harek was a much-sought battle strategist), amber fields in the Baltics, trading stalls in the marketplaces of Hedeby, Kaupang, and the Coppergate section of Jorvik, a fleet of twelve longships and two knarrs, and numerous chests filled with coins, jewels, and rare spices. It was never enough! Not to mention three wives and six concubines … or was it seven?

Not that he wanted or needed any more wives or concubines. Like many Viking men (hah! men of all lands, truth to tell), he was betimes guided by a body rudder known for its lackwittedness when it fancied a woman. The Wise Ones had the right of it when they proclaimed: A cock has no brain. Well, at the ripe old age of twenty and nine, he had finally taken a sip from Odin’s famed well of knowledge. In future, when he came upon a comely

woman, he would bed her, not wed her, then send her on her merry way with a pat on the rump and a pouch of gold coins. Cheaper that way and lots less trouble!

Harek had just completed a meeting with Toriq Haraldsson, his agent here in Hedeby. Toriq had once been a hersir overseeing Harek’s Norse housecarls. Unfortunately, the fierce swordsman had lost an arm in battle. Harek had no qualms about hiring the handicapped man as his business representative. Loyalty and honesty were more important in that role than fighting skills. Besides, Toriq had once saved Harek’s life in battle at a time when Harek had been young and not yet so adept in fighting. A berserk Dane had been about to lop off Harek’s very head. Suffice it to say, the wergild for a highborn man’s head was enormous.

As they walked side by side on the raised plank walkways that crisscrossed the busy market center, men and women alike glanced their way, not just because of their impressive Norse height and finely sculpted features. Their attire—fur-lined cloaks, gold brooches fastening shoulder mantles, soft leather half boots—could support a tradesman’s family for years.

Unaware or uncaring of the attention, Toriq scowled and grumbled under his breath. Toriq was not happy with Harek today.

“Spit it out, man. What troubles you?”

“This latest venture of yours … it ill-suits a man of your stature,” Toriq said, but then he had to step aside to accommodate a crowd that had gathered to watch a craftsman blowing blue glass into a pitcher. Other artisans were hammering gold and silver into fine jewelry. In fact, Harek noticed an etched armband he might purchase later. In other stalls, workers could be seen carving wood and ivory, or firing clay pots in kilns behind the trading tables.

Hedeby was an exciting city, always something going on. To Harek, the bustle of commerce, the sounds of money being made, were like music to the ears. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t be purchased here, from the prized walrus rope that was cut in a single spiral strip from shoulder to tail, to—well—to his latest venture.

bioSandra Hill is a graduate of Penn State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education editor forSandra Hill Author Photo publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories. She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.

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blurbFans of Alice Clayton, Karina Halle, Emma Chase, and Tara Sivec will enjoy this hilarious and naughty, full-length, stand-alone, cliffhanger free, m/f contemporary erotic romance novel from New York Times Bestselling Author Avery Aster.

At thirty-three, Warner Truman is one of the richest men on the planet, a spa mogul who buys and sells resorts at will. He holds powerful executives’ careers in his well-groomed hands. Nothing is beyond Warner’s reach…until he meets her.

Stunning, tantalizing and perverse, Taddy Brill captivates Warner’s carnal desire like no woman he’s ever met. A self-made millionaire, Taddy is tougher than steel, more brilliant than diamonds and, at twenty-seven, she’s never depended on a man for anything…until she meets him.

The more Taddy plays with Warner’s affections, driving him to erotic heights, the more she is confronted by a dark past. Before she can love him, Taddy must meet her worst fears head-on or risk losing it all, including herself.

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He lifted her right leg to witness her swollen cunt. She’d climaxed too many times to keep track. Warner massaged her thigh. Licking his two fingers, he slipped them into her asshole.

“Warner!” She grabbed onto his shoulders.

With a sly glance, he offered her a villainous smile.

“I’ve never done anal.”


“I’d love to try.” She kissed his lips. “You’re going to have to be gentle, though. No rough stuff.”

Look who’s talking. “Music to my ears.” He reached behind him for a condom from the nightstand and the bottle of lube. “Can you also be gentle?”

After unwrapping the condom, she sheathed his erection. “You should special order extra-ginormous rubbers for the next time.” Taddy laughed, tickling his balls, but had nothing to say about his tough-girl-in-bed question.

Next time? “So, you’re saying you want to see my penis again?” He took a quarter size of silicone oil onto his hand and lacquered her asshole.

“Perhaps.” She squirted lube all over his hard-on. It grew with each stroke.

Ready, his cock itched with intense pleasure. Having Red rub his dick, even when wrapped in Latex, felt euphoric. “Taddy, baby.” He slid two fingers into her ass, testing her tightness.

“It burns,” she gasped.

“You weren’t kidding.” He tried for three fingers.

Taddy gripped his cock and pressed the tip to her anus. “Go slow.” Obviously scared, she kissed him sweetly.

“I promise.” He pulled her into him, ready to take charge. Readjusting her leg around him, he buried his tongue in her mouth. His cock pushed into Red’s ass.

Her warmth guided him deeper.

“You’re doing good, baby.” He kissed her again. “Breathe for me. Take a deep breath.” He went in more.

Taddy inhaled, then exhaled as her ass opened a little more.

“Baby.” He sank in farther. “I’m nearly all the way in.” He kissed her again, putting attention on her nipples, massaging her sore breasts.

She was beautiful. She was quiet. She was sweet.

His cock drove further into her tight, hot asshole. He loved it.

“God, Warner.”

“I’m in, honey. All the way.” He rocked her gorgeous body back and forth. His manhood guided her frame against his. Warner could come right that second. However, he held it. “How do you feel?” Cupping her breasts, he drilled her ass.

“Amazing,” she panted. “You’re…”

“Don’t fight it. Let me be one with your body. Lie with me inside you.” He pumped back and forth. “You’ll get familiar with my dick, I promise.”

“I love it!” Taddy screamed in pleasure.



blurbFans of Sylvia Day, R.K. Lilley, Christina Lauren, and Maya Banks will enjoy this hilarious and naughty, full-length, stand-alone, cliffhanger free, m/f contemporary erotic romance novel from New York Times Bestselling Author Avery Aster.

Milan’s notorious playboy, Prince Tittoni, seems to have everything–Lamborghinis, exotic women, palaces throughout Europe and business success. Ramping up his fabric company to go global with a new apparel brand, he ruthlessly stops supplying fabrics to the American client who inspired the collection. But once they meet, what’s he willing to give to get her in his bed?

Upper East Side designer Lex Easton has already endured her fair share of hard knocks. She’ll be damned if she’ll let an Italian stud muffin knock her down. So what if she named her favorite vibrator after him? With Fashion Week approaching, she’ll do whatever it takes to secure the fabrics she needs to make her clothing line an international success–even sleep with her rival.

Lex’s Louboutins are dug in deep to win this war. All’s fair in love and fashion!

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excerpt“I want you, Lex Easton,” he moaned, pressing his hand over her backside and pulling her in with a tight force. Massimo plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth.

Their noses meshed, and as he pulled his face from hers, he wiped the dampness from his forehead. She noticed and wondered if she made him nervous?

“Bring it on, my prince!” She brought her right leg up around his left. Lex didn’t want to let him go. She craved more. Unsure what came over her, she leaned forward and kissed him back with a feverish intent as her breasts grazed his chest and desire exploded inside her. Her nipples became hard with desire. She fell against the sofa, where he shoved her sundress up around her waist.

He studied her lacy thong. She loved him looking, more than ever when he ground his hips against her. “Sei bellissima,” he murmured, nuzzling her earlobes. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

“Tell me again and again,” she joked, getting more at ease with his compliments. Massimo’s words echoed in her ear.

“I told you the dress looked good on you. I bet it will look even better off you.” He grinned.

“Touch me.” She took his right hand and placed it over her panties, letting his thumb hook on her fabric.Rip it off already.

His fingers glided up her bare stomach and tickled her with pleasure. Upon each caress, his lips kissed her body. He tugged on the little carnation bow centered on her G string.

“What do we have here, bella?” With both hands, he lowered the ivory fabric which kept her private, wrapping the metallic lace between his fingers, and she became exposed—vulnerable and naked in his arms. But he didn’t lower his own slacks, though his zipper seemed as if it would split his linens, revealing his hung loins at any minute.

“Take off your pants,” she bossed. She was a Manhattanite. What did Massimo expect?

“Patience, my bella. I favor taking my time.” He brushed her lips with his pointer and middle finger. With a slow drop of her jaw, she opened her mouth as he inserted two fingers over her tongue. “Such a tight, hot, mouth—my cock on your lips and down your throat will do you some good, bella. Your tongue is too sharp.”

“Mmmmm,” she mumbled. Sucking his fingers, pretending his cock fucked her mouth, she tasted vetiver. His skin felt callous, rough, and yet his nails groomed and smooth. Lex swallowed, imagining for a second it was his load going down her throat. “This is what I’ll be doing to your cock soon enough.” She spoke with confident poise. Unsure where in the hell it came from, she’d run with it.

It turned him on. His eyes widened with excitement.

“Good girl, bella. I love the way your tongue feels against my fingers. Wet suede is how your cunt will feel hugging my cock—when I am inside you,” he continued with a gaze into her eyes. Massimo challenged her to see how verbal she could be.

“Sounds good to me. Let’s go, Masi.” Sweet tiramisu, his voice is making me wet. His words reverberated in her head as a spell cast to unleash her deepest fantasies. She wanted to be his utopia. Massimo’s coolness combined with determination terrified her—in a good way.

“I bet you have a wet cunt.” He shoved his fingers into her mouth. His commanding, deep, baritone voice was hypnotic.

I do now. Her pussy creamed while listening to him speak, while his tone vibrated though her entire body.

“Yes, yes, Masi.” For a second her entrepreneurial brain imagined recording him speak, selling it on iTunes, calling it Come While Massimo Talks. Women could charge up their Masi’s Salami vibrators, lie on their beds, play his voice and off they’d go—to sunflower island. Jesus Fucking Christ.

“Let me touch you, feel your pussy, bella.”

Touch me for sure. Feel me, you bet. Fuck me, let’s go.

Massimo pulled his two wet fingers from her mouth as she whispered, “Do it.” Saliva strings connected his two fingers resembling fine silk.

“I want your pussy soaking.” He then re-licked his tips and fingered one inside her.

Yes, yes, yes. A pleasurable moan rose in her throat as he went deeper, stimulating her clit. A vibration hummed through her body. Her womanhood found its own tune chiming through her, following the conductor’s direction. It was set to an Italian station, that was for sure.

Bliss. Ecstasy. Joy.

“More. Give more…”



blurbFor fans who loved the snarky wit of Will & Grace and the epic love drama found in Brokeback Mountain comes Avery Aster’s new full-length, standalone contemporary M/M romance novel, Unsaid.

Chelsea’s hottie Blake Morgan III has reemerged from a nasty breakup. His marriage was a frigid disaster beyond repair, and he vows to be single—forever. Bruised, but still hot in Prada, he creates his Seven Desires wish list, his sexiest imaginings. Blake soon realizes there’s only one man he may trust to make these uninhibited intentions come to fruition: his best friend Miguel Santana.

Lower East Side multimedia artist extraordinaire Miguel Santana may be known as the cocky Latin stud in the city, but all he’s wanted since college was Blake’s hand in marriage. He was livid when Blake walked down the aisle with the wrong guy. Miguel has his own list titled the Seven Needs, which are quite contrary to Blake’s dirty-boy deeds. They involve serious commitments, which may leave his new-to-the-singles-scene buddy sprinting for the door, destroying any hopes Miguel has for happiness.

Can these two hunks conquer their intimate fears and love one another as only best friends can? Join the star-studded cast in The Manhattanites series and see for yourself!


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excerpt“I’ve never had a massage in bed.”

His body responded to every touch. “Your shoulders are tense. You anxious?” He pressed his fingers harder, sensing worry between his fingers.

“Watching this erotic movie and straining my eyes to read what they’re saying is stressing me out,” he joked.

Turning his head on the gray pillow, Blake revealed a sweet grin. On his stomach, he stretched out, comfortable in Miguel’s arms. He felt his friend’s entire body go limp. He worked his thumbs down the spine toward his ass and realized he should have a bigger TV. His small screen was from way back. Then again, he wasn’t one for sitcoms or at-home movies. Not when he was in bed with the hottest blonde he’d ever known.

Blake arched his ass upward for him to play with. He spread the buttocks wide with his slippery hands and admired the tight pucker in the center.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” He settled his cock between the ass cheeks and ground.

“I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. I’ll be gentle.” He wanted to bust his nut inside him right then. Their ten-year sexual build-up was enough to make anyone explode. Blake was worth the wait. One more day and his friend would be his.

“You, gentle?” Blake tightened his ass cheeks and hugged Miguel’s cock as if it were a hot dog enclosed by a bun and said, “Yeah, right.” He shuffled his legs and hands under his frame.

“You’ll see, my bebé. I’ll make you hum.” He finished the session with reflexology to the feet.


New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years.

As a resident of New York City and a graduate from New York University, Avery gives readers an inside look at the city’s glitzy nightlife, socialite sexcapades and tall tales of the über-rich and ultra-famous.

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Title: Bound Beneath His Pain

Series: Dirty Little Secrets

Author: Stacey Kennedy

Genre: Contemporary Romance (recommended for mature audiences)

Release Date: February 2, 2016

Publisher: Random House Loveswept

Format: Digital eBook

ISBN: 9781101882566

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The USA Today bestselling author of the Club Sin novels kicks off a deeply erotic new series by introducing readers to Micah, a man who takes what he wants—until he meets the one woman he needs.


Real estate mogul Micah Holt exerts absolute control over all aspects of his life. As a founding member of the Dominants Council that oversees San Francisco’s BDSM club scene, he keeps his dark side hidden away in the dungeon. There, he’s always in command of his subs, fearful of what shameful desires might be released if his firm hand should ever slip. Then Allie Bennett shakes his legendary discipline. She’s beautiful, pure, untainted. But is Micah willing to sacrifice her innocence for his own selfish obsessions? When that sexy smile makes her body burn, Allie tries with all her might to ignore it. For one thing, Micah’s her new boss. For another, he’s as complicated as he is devastatingly handsome.

Still, Allie can only fight so much before she gives in to his dangerous games. She knows he’s got dark secrets. But when she discovers the true depth of his pain, Allie must decide how far she’s willing to go to light the way for love.

Bound Beneath His Pain is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.

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Anthology of 4 stories:



Jessica Jayne, Lea Brosen,

Cait Jarrod, DC Stone

Genre: erotic romance, contemporary romance,

romantic suspense

Date of Publication: July 31, 2015

ASIN: B00X602S8I

Word Count: Each story is between 35k-40k words

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

blurbFour best friends struggle with decisions that affect their lives, their hearts, and their futures. As sisters, they embrace the Girl Code.

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HOPE – Jessica Jayne

Josephine “Joey” Lockhart escapes her past, herself and her home town of Pearl, Ohio to Florida after high school. Years later, she meets a man that refuses to let her hide behind her camera lens and encourages her out of her shell. Will he be the one to push her to feel for the first time?

Excerpt Hope:

Deep in thought, he hadn’t noticed Joey inching her way toward the garage until it was too late. She stood in front of him holding the hose nozzle like she was about to shoot a pistol, with a shit-eating grin.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” His helmet muffled his warning, but the cocked eyebrow indicated she’d heard him just fine.

“Or what?”

He flipped off his helmet and tossed it away from the ATV so the inevitable water fight didn’t ruin it. He turned off the four-wheeler and stashed the key in his pocket. “Do you really want to find out?”

“Maybe I do,” she sassed him, and he chuckled. He liked this playful, ballsy side of her. He’d had a glimpse of it a few times over the months, but she always tried to keep it in check. Today—however, she was balls to the wall.

“Then go for it. I dare you. I triple dog fucking dare you.” He stood with a foot on each platform straddling the ATV with his hands resting on the handlebars. She pushed the trigger. Hot water pelted him in the chest as the hose cleared the water that had been sitting in the line all day. Two seconds later, cold water showered him, hitting him in the face, the chest, and she even had the audacity to aim for his groin.

Hurdling over the ATV, his feet splashed in the mud created by her water escapade. Screaming, she dropped the hose and ran through his back yard. He followed. She had some speed. He’d give her that. All the running she did at the beach paid off, but he was faster.

In ten strides, he wrapped an arm around her middle. Her legs dangled in the air as he swung her around and walked her back to the garage area.

“Stop, Talon! Stop!” She kicked and wriggled attempting to escape, but he tightened his hold.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” Still holding her with one arm, he bent and swiped the hose off the ground.

“Talon Manness! You wouldn’t,” she shrieked.

“You don’t know me too well then, Sweetness.” He held the nozzle as far as his arm could stretch so as not to hurt her from the force of the water. Squeezing the trigger, he sprayed her hair until not a single strand remained dry, and brown rivulets streaked her face and arms from the mud. Then, he targeted her tank top, before releasing his hold on her and aiming the nozzle at her lower body. She dashed in the direction of a tree, but wasn’t quick enough to avoid getting the back of her pants drenched.

“Truce,” she yelled from behind the tree. She peeked around. Her hair hung in matted clumps. Black smudged under her eyes from her mascara. He snickered, and sprayed in her direction again. Her head ducked behind.

“Come on out, Joey. This hose can stretch pretty far. I don’t want to come out and get you, but I will.”

“I’m already soaking wet.” Her voice sounded shrill.

“Then getting wetter should be no big deal.”

“I can’t get any wetter. It’s a waste of your time.” She peeked around the other side of the tree, and he blasted her again. “Arrggh!”

About Jessica Jayne:

Jessica is a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. She graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English because she could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing.

In the journey of life, she obtained her law degree (and bar license) and also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.





Twitter: @JessicaJayne13



LIVE – Lea Brosen

After seven years in drug hell, detoxing Juliette “Juls” Carrington returns to her hometown Pearl to attend her grandmother’s burial. Once more rejected by her family, she has a swim in a pond nearby when a mysterious camper, an ex-drunk, coaxes her to come to his hut in the woods. Together they must fight their inner demons for a chance to love…and live.

About Lea Brosen

Lea Bronsen likes her reads fast, hot, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic contemporary romance.

divider1FAITH – Cait Jarrod

Selena Bodine escaped into the United States Air Force to leave behind a painful past and the one man who she refused to let herself love. Years later, an urgent call from her father brings her back to Pearl, Ohio and face to face with the man she still loves. But will the secret that Cullen is investigating her threaten their second chance?

About Cait Jarrod:

From writing ‘every girl’s dream heroes’ to ‘strong, down-to-earth heroines,’ Cait Jarrod twists ‘cliff hanging plots’ and ‘clever, unpredictable sub-plots’. She loves diving into a good book as much as she loves writing one. Mother of three gorgeous daughters, she’s married to her best friend, hangs out with a great group of women—the WWC, and loves a good glass of wine.

divider1PERSISTENCE – DC Stone

Laydi Michaels has been running away from her past and bad memories for years. Finding herself wasn’t an easy task, but she’s managed to finally get to a point to where she wants to be. Only to wake up married to her boss….who fired her the night before. Wrapped in a case that puts her life in danger, and dealing with a grave situation back home in Pearl, Laydi figures out she wasn’t close to finding herself, and now, she’s risked everything.

About DC Stone:

DC Stone has over sixteen years of investigative experience, including working as a criminal investigator in the United States military anda private investigator. Currently, she works as an internal affairs investigator by day and a romantic suspense author by night. She has herMaster’s degree in Criminal Justice and is dubbed, “The Investigative Whisper.” Commonly called upon to act as an expert witness, she also trains with local, state, and federal law enforcement officers. She provides numerous workshops that help authors gain insight into “digging” into a character’s mind to better understand motives, create suspense, and help maintain conflict.

When she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hudson Valley Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 Vice President and Conference Chair for NJRW. Find her on Facebook, Twitter, or her at


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Healing Fire by @seanmichael09 #Giveaway

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Healing Fire

Sean Michael

Genre: Gay Fantasy, Dragon Shifter

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication: August 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-943576-18-0

Word Count: 41,000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

blurbWhat will it take for a dragon prince to defy his father and fly on his own?

Prince Jules, the least favorite of the Dragon King’s children, lives simply, banished to his rooms and the amazing adventures found in his books. He has never left the palace or shifted into his dragon form…he’s never done anything.

Dragon shifter Lem is assigned to Jules as the prince’s new bodyguard, and is determined to keep Jules safe from the Graithen, who killed the prince’s previous guardian. Lem grows to hate how the King hides Jules away, and longs to show him how to fly. His love for Jules also grows but it is forbidden, like so much in Jules’ life.

When the Graithen attack again, though, everything changes.

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Lem was worried about the prince. Jules didn’t sleep. He didn’t eat. He didn’t do anything but lie in his bed. Lem knew how to defend Jules from outside threats. He did not know how to defend the prince from himself.

The little prince was never cruel. He barely spoke, he barely moved. Lem had been told that Jules used to spend most of his time reading, staying in his suite with his bodyguard Mabon.

Lem, of course, knew Mabon—all the bodyguards knew each other by sight—but not very well. The strong dragon had been older and had had more training than Lem currently did when he’d been called to the prince’s side almost two hundred years ago.

Lem knew they were very big wings indeed that he had to fill. He also knew, without question, that the blame would fall upon him should Jules die. And rightly so. He was the prince’s protector. He just wasn’t sure how he could protect Jules from himself, for surely that was what the danger was at this time. It made Lem think. What would Mabon have done?

There was a private courtyard off of Jules’ rooms, meant solely for the prince’s pleasure. Lem knew that no one else was allowed back there, not even gardeners. The area was completely cut off from the rest of the castle by high, windowless walls, and the only entrance was through the door in Jules’ quarters. Perhaps a little air, a change of scenery would be good. Decided, Lem went to Jules, the prince still curled up in his nest as he had been earlier this morning. And yesterday, and the day before that, and the week before that, since Lem had been here.

“Your Highness, let’s go out to the courtyard. I can hear the fountain, but have never seen it.”

Jules looked at him for a moment, the green eyes beautiful, if so sad. One slender hand waved as if to say, “go.”

Grunting, Lem girded his loins against his own training, which said he didn’t do this, that he was never to touch the prince if he could avoid it. He bent, picking Jules right up out of his nest.

“What?” Jules sputtered.

Dragons needed sustenance, sunlight. They needed it. Lem clung to that thought and stayed the course.

“We are going to the courtyard.”

He didn’t put Jules down. The prince would probably curl back up in his nest, or possibly find a nook or cranny to hide in, and Lem was not having that. He was taking his prince into the sunlight, even if it meant he was disobeying his prince’s wishes. His job was to protect and defend.

When Lem pushed through the door into the courtyard, he gasped as the sunshine touched his skin. It had been days. Days. He could feel it, energizing him, warming him. He had been so busy worrying about the prince, he’d forgotten his own need for the warm touch.

He wanted to close his eyes and bask, but he didn’t. As private as this space was, that didn’t mean impenetrable. There was still the air, and he was no longer guarding the door from Jules’ quarters. So he kept his eyes open, stayed aware, and walked toward the lovely fountain that had pride of place in the center of the surprisingly roomy courtyard.

“Can you feel the sunshine in your bones?” he asked even though he knew Jules could, the dull sheen on Jules’ skin already beginning to warm, to take on a hint of vitality.

It was obvious to Lem that he had done the right thing. Master Anselle had always told him to follow his gut. Worried as it had made him, he had. He sent a silent prayer of thanks and love to his teacher. Every lesson, no matter how strange or hard or simple, was proving to be useful in the guardianship of his charge.

Prince Jules lifted his face to the sun, the motion simple, instinctual. It gave Lem his first real look at the prince’s face.

Unlike the thickset, heavy dragons that made up Lem’s caste, Jules had the delicate, gentle features of the ruling class. Perhaps the most beautiful features Lem had ever seen. The sadness in them did not dim Jules’ beauty in the least.

Lem let himself memorize the fine cheekbones, the long, slender nose. He imagined Jules’ dragon would be quite small, but perfectly formed. He’d never seen a royal in dragon form, but had heard that their scales were impossibly beautiful.

Moving to the fountain, he took in the form of the tree that was in the center of it, water pouring from its boughs. Such wonderful magic!

“My mother formed this for me.” Words, actual words, offered freely. This was indeed a magical spot.

“It’s beautiful. Is the water healing?” Lem asked as he sat on the bench that wound its way around the fountain.

Jules nodded. “But it cannot heal me.”

About the Author:

Sean Michael, often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

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Interview and #Giveaway: When To Hold Them by @gb_gordon @RiptideBooks



Welcome to All I Want and More Books. We’re glad to have you here.

Glad to be here. Thanks for having me.

Tell us a little bit about yourself?

I’m never really sure what’s relevant to that question. So, for what it’s worth: I’m a geek; I’m easily distracted by the shiny; I hate mean, ignorant, and narrow-minded; I love food, leather jackets, and perfect snow days.

In this book, who was your favorite character to write and why?

I liked writing both of them, though Xavier was the one whose head I could get into a little more easily.

What 3 words would you use to describe your main characters?

Xavier is self-reliant, well-educated, and protective

Doran is creative, impulsive, and affectionate

How do you go about picking character names? Do you have to get them just right and make sure they fit with the characters personality?

Yeah, they have to fit (and be reasonably easy to read and tell apart). I go by the character’s cultural background, their parents’ background if I know it, and sometimes the meaning of a name. If it doesn’t feel right it’ll niggle me until I fix it.

We’re cover hussies. What was your first impression of this cover?

Well-met. Background, models … I like all the covers of the series. They give a good glimpse of the story.

What does writing mean to you?

It’s who I am and how I puzzle out the world around me. I can’t not write. Not for any significant stretch of time, anyway. It’s taxing and infuriating, and the best job in the world.

What do you hope readers take away after reading one of your books?

Something positive, something human, and something new.

If you had a technology free day, what would you do?

Go outside, on the trail or in the garden, and breathe.

Quickie Time

Sexiest feature on a wo/man?


What is on your night stand/dresser?

Books, lube, earplugs ;)

Tattoos or piercings?

Tattoos. Hands down.

Secret talent?


What’s your guilty pleasure?

I don’t do guilt in pleasures.

Celebrity crush?

Idris Elba

Night owl or early bird?

Night Owl

Twitter or Facebook?


Pinterest or Instagram?

Errr, tumblr. I do have a Pinterest account, though.

ebooks or paperbacks?

Both. Depends on the circumstances and on the book.

Is there anything else you like to add?

Yes: thank you! For having me, for being here, for reading what I wrote.


WhenToHoldThem_600x900Doran Callaghan doesn’t know when to fold ’em. His gambling has landed him in debt and in jail, and now it’s got him stuck in the sticks in a reintegration program. He wants to turn his life around, but old habits come knocking, and some creditors are harder to shake than others.

Xavier Wagner cares more about the National Park he works in than the people around it, until a stranger awakens desires he didn’t know he had. Doran’s natural submissiveness turns Xavier’s ideas of how to treat a lover upside down. But Doran doesn’t seem to know about boundaries—or even to have any—and Xavier’s not sure that Doran will say no if he needs to. Which means someone’s going to get hurt.

While Xavier struggles with his principles, Doran’s past comes calling. Trusting each other is suddenly a matter of life or death, but Doran has to decide whether counting on Xavier—or himself—is a gamble he’s willing to take.


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G.B. Gordon worked as a packer, landscaper, waiter, and coach before going back to school to major in linguistics and, at 35, switch to less backbreaking monetary pursuits like translating, editing, and writing.

Having lived in various parts of the world, Gordon is now happily ensconced in suburban Ontario with the best of all husbands. Santuario is G.B. Gordon’s first published work, but many more stories are just waiting to hit the keyboard.

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Interview: Justice for Me by TS McKinney and BJ Grinder (Kindle Fire #Giveaway) @TSMcKinney1 @BJGrinder1 @PridePromo



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 TS McKinney and BJ Grinder

Release Date: August 13, 2015

Cover Artist – Eden Connors

Pages or Words: 110,700 words

Categories: BDSM, Bisexual, Erotica, M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Romance

blurbAll Malachi wanted was to forget about the shit-show they’d all just endured with Victor and Nicholas and spend the rest of his life with the love of his life…Megan.  That’s what he thought he wanted.  What he found out was that giving up his desire to be a Dom isn’t as easy as he thought it would be and Megan isn’t about to pretend like she is sexually submissive.  Not gonna happen!  They love each other tremendously but just need another…addition to their party of two.  Malachi needs an obedient, quiet, and trained male submissive to fulfill the Dom inside of him. Megan needs a submissive that has enough experience in the BDSM world that is still new to her.

That isn’t what either of them gets.

Justice Conners.  He’s the opposite of everything they wanted…but is he just what they both needed?


Welcome to All I Want and More. We’re glad to have you here.

Tell us a little bit about yourself?

BJ and I live in a tiny town in Tennessee – where everybody knows all your business (and if they don’t, they will make it up!). BJ has about a million kids (4) and TS is a non-breeder. We both love all animals and fill our houses with as many as we can scoop up! When peeps we work with question us about the exceptionally naughty things in our books – we blame each other!

In this book, who was your favorite character to write and why?

Justice, for sure! He is adorably sweet and super sexy! I love that he was fearless regarding his sexual relationship with Malachi and Megan but so, so vulnerable with his head and heart.

What 3 words would you use to describe your main characters?

Hot, vulnerable, & courageous

Can you tell us a little bit about this book? Maybe a little snippet?

Justice for Me is the sequel to Wait for Me but can be read as a standalone. Reading Wait for Me would certainly help the reader hate Nicholas with the proper amount of hatred and love Malachi with the proper amount of uzzy, smoozy love (lust)! In Wait for Me, the reader is introduced to Malachi and Megan and how they become a couple. Justice for Me introduces Justice to the mix and gives Malachi and Megan just what they are looking for! It starts out a bit rocky (because Malachi makes it a general rule to dislike everyone on sight) but the reader will most definitely get their happy ending! Our favorite Malachi quote from the book – “I would rather get a root canal through my ass than spend another minute with that brat (Justice)!”

We’re cover hussies..What was your first impression of this cover?

Duh…Malachi is HOT! Justice and Megan are LUCKY to be getting them some of that!

What does writing mean to you?

Writing is a way to escape to a place created solely for our pleasure!!

What do you hope readers take away after reading one of your books?

In Justice for Me, Justice struggles with insecurities created by his rough childhood. He is ashamed of what he considers to be a ‘weakness’ and tries to hide his issues from his lovers – which is dangerous in a BDSM relationship because trust is so very important. I want the readers to realize that none of us have anything to be ashamed of – our life experiences have molded us to be the survivors we are. Secondly, always take chances in life!

If you had a technology free day, what would you do?

Snuggle up with my puppies and kitties – and worry myself silly about what I was missing on Facebook!

Quickie Time

Sexiest feature on a wo/man? Butts – I’m really into the bubble butt!!

What is on your night stand/dresser? Cotton Candy candle, remote, & pic of my hubz

Tattoos or piercings? I wish

Secret talent? Pet rescuer

What’s your guilty pleasure? Cotton Candy

Celebrity crush? Charlie Hunnam

Night owl or early bird? Early bird

Twitter or Facebook? Facebook

Pinterest or Instagram? Pinterest

ebooks or paperbacks? ebooks

Is there anything else you like to add?

We hope everybody enjoys Justice for Me!! Justice and Malachi are about as hot as it gets and Megan is the glue that holds them together! The three of them working together will steam your ebook reader!


“Take your sweats off.”

Malachi’s demand came in the sexiest sounding voice he’d ever heard. It was deep and husky, firm and unyielding. Prickling sensations started at his scalp and worked its way down the rest of his body, leaving him humming with the same feeling he’d gotten the minute Malachi had slapped those cuffs around his wrists last night.

“Wh…what? He stuttered like a stupid school kid. Instead of sexy like Malachi, his voice sounded several octaves higher than normal.

“Take. Your. Sweats. Off.” Malachi’s eyes swept the boy from top to bottom, loving the way his exhausted muscles were quivering and coated with sweat. A man’s body was always more beautiful after pumping iron; muscles standing out and begging to be seen.

Violet eyes challenged pale blue eyes. Shyness struggled with desire. Heterosexual battled against…what the fuck am I doing?

Sweat pants came off and were tossed aside. “Okay. Sweat pants gone. What now, Malachi?”

Malachi’s breath came out in a huff. The kid’s body was…

Damn, he wanted to dominate, punish, and fuck this kid so badly. More than that, he wanted Justice to want it.

“I’m going to look at you. Stay still; arms out to your side and legs spread.”

The kid moved into position without the slightest hesitation.

Malachi walked around him, admiring every detail in the work of art formally known as annoying Justice. The boy’s eyes glittered as he watched Malachi watching him. No; nothing submissive at all in that gaze…until Malachi demanded it of him. The defiance was…fetching. He’d never found it attractive in a sub before, but it fit Justice well.

His fingers grazed his shoulders, tracing the length of firmly muscled arms until he reached a wrist. He’d noticed the boy had a tattoo around each wrist, like a bracelet of some kind. Looking closely now, he saw it was decorative letters. FOCUS; on the right wrist. LET GO; on the left wrist. He also noticed the kid tensed up like a man at his first prostrate examination the minute his fingertips touched the first wrist.

“What do these words mean?”

“Nothing of importance,” Justice answered in a clipped voice that didn’t fit the boy at all.

“It must be important for you to permanently mark yourself with it. Private, maybe?”

Justice tried to offer a nonchalant shrug. He thought he’d succeeded, but he hadn’t. Malachi just decided to let it ride for now.

“I got them when I was seventeen. Everything’s fucked up when you’re seventeen so who knows what the hell I was thinking? It was probably the answers to some pop quiz I thought I was going to have to take.”

Malachi seriously doubted it. At seventeen, a parent had to sign off on a tattoo. “Let’s say we’ll revisit that one at a later date, okay?” He kept walking around the kid, admiring, commenting, touching with soft touches that he suspected was lighting the boy on fire. “You asked me this morning about last night; about it being…weird, I believe is the word you used to describe it.” He paused when he stood directly in front of Justice. “Why would you call it weird?”

Justice’s eyes darted to the left and then the right, a carefree smirk on his face. “Eh, maybe because I got turned on by a grown man spanking my ass,” he suggested. “Or maybe it was because I let a man threaten to fuck my ass…while giving me a hand job and I had the best fucking orgasm I can ever remember having?” He shrugged. “The last time I checked, I was totally into the babes. Dudes were off limits.”

A soft chuckle tickled Justice’s ears, making him turn what he suspected was a very feminine shade of fucking pink. The chuckle wasn’t Malachi laughing; it was Malachi laughing at him. Perfect.

“Not into dudes, huh?” Malachi asked. “You could have fooled me.”

“Yea, I get that,” Justice said between gritted teeth. “No need to keep waving that flag in my face, asshole. The fuck knows it has to be your looks because it damn well can’t be your personality that had me going all ‘ass-up’.”

The kid was refreshingly honest. Rarely surprised by people, Malachi couldn’t help but be shocked by how the boy kept surprising him; one time right after another. “Does it bother you? That you might ‘be into dudes’?” He had to ask.

Another shrug. “No…I don’t know. I have a lot of gay friends. I guess I just didn’t know I might be one of them.”

“I’ve seen you chasing skirts, Justice. I’m pretty certain you aren’t gay; maybe not even bisexual. It could be that your body just enjoyed the discipline…the domination, and you responded sexually.”

No, Justice was fairly certain that wasn’t it. Sure, there was no questioning the domination scene had gotten his body, mind, heart, and soul on fire, but it was more than that. It was Malachi. Every fucking thing about Malachi, how totally opposite he was from himself, had caused him to be on edge, hypersensitive to everything the man did from the first moment he noticed his posture and the strong glint in his eyes up until he’d tossed him over his shoulder and tied him up.

It would be easy to take what he would consider the coward’s way out and blame it solely on a physical response from getting what he’d been wanting for oh so long, but he wasn’t a coward. He could be accused of a lot of things, most of them not good, but a coward he was not. He faced outward demons without hesitation. It was the inner demons that always did him in.

If he was gay; he was gay. If he was bisexual; he was bisexual. Those issues didn’t worry him that much or at least probably not as much as they should. What did worry him was how he was going to convince the cold-as-ice man to keep playing with him, like he’d mentioned last night. This lifestyle…this playtime with Malachi was safe for him; his body got to submit and his head didn’t have to get involved. This wasn’t a relationship where he would have to try to maneuver around and read how people felt, what they wanted, if they really cared…

If he understood the little bit of research he had done on the BDSM lifestyle, Malachi was a dominant that wanted him to submit to him; nothing more, nothing less.

He struggled to come up with the right thing to say to the man that would push him into the direction he wanted to go. “It’s no doubt my body responded to what you did physically but I definitely didn’t get turned off by your touching me…sexually.” He cocked a brow at the bigger, much more confident man. “Are you afraid I’ll cry rape or sexual abuse to my daddy? Maybe after you tie me up, spank my ass, and do what-the-fuck-else ever to me, I’ll get the heebie jeebies and instead of admitting I liked it, file myself an FBI complaint?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry old man. It won’t happen. I accept the consequences for my actions.”

Malachi had remained silent as he watched the boy closely; watched all the strange emotions flicker across his face as he contemplated what might lay ahead between the two of them. It was fairly obvious the BDSM lifestyle was something he had considered prior to getting his ass hog-tied and whipped and his cock manhandled. All the signals that he had missed originally were out in the open now. The boy was virtually screaming to be initiated; to take a sample and see if he liked it.

There were other emotions dancing around in those wide blue eyes; things Malachi didn’t understand or couldn’t read. It was somewhat troubling but not enough to make him want to rethink what he and Megan had discussed. Justice seemed solid and self-assured. He had the feeling the kid tackled everything he did, from talking to learning to submit, with every ounce of energy bridled up in that lean body of his.

He would be fun. He would be exciting. He would be frisky. And, if Malachi wasn’t mistaken, he would be an excellent submissive. His body had responded marvelously last night. The sassy mouth on the kid seemed to vanish whenever an order was given to him. Justice, God bless him, looked like he’d be able to handle about anything Malachi threw his way…and follow it up with a ‘thank you, sir’.

“In your mind, Justice, what do you think is going to happen between us? I look at your face, into your pretty blue eyes, and you have all sorts of ideas dancing around in there. Tell me some of them. What do you see happening?” He needed to hear the boy say it with his own lips. For the first time in his life, Malachi wasn’t certain he trusted his own judgment regarding a potential submissive. Unsure of whether it was the fact that he’d met and fallen in love with his un-submissive Megan or maybe he was terrified that he just missed the lifestyle so damned badly that he was creating something that wasn’t really there, Malachi had to hear it straight from those perpetually swollen lips belonging to the boy.

Justice felt his teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he pondered Malachi’s question. Shit; could he even say it out loud? What if the man laughed at him? What if this was some big ‘pay-back’ for sneaking off? What if it wasn’t? “Well, I only know about the shit I’ve read on the internet, so I’m afraid you might not like my answer. I don’t want to say something wrong. I don’t want to say something that might make you decide not to want me…that way.”

Strange choice of words, Malachi thought as his eyes stayed focused on how the kid kept worrying that damned bottom lip. Because he knew it wasn’t purposely used to entice him, it made it one of the sexiest damn things Malachi had ever seen in his life. It was no wonder why the kid’s lips were always red and swollen like he’d just been thoroughly kissed or fucked in the mouth.

“Ah, the internet; the breeding ground for fools,” he said with a smirk but continued, “but it does manage to offer some educational benefit on occasion. Tell me, pup, what have you seen that made you think you might be interested in giving the whole BDSM lifestyle more than a passing glance?”

Justice felt his face burn red but his determination didn’t waiver. Focus on what you want. His fingers itched to touch the tattoo, but he wouldn’t allow it. “I…I liked the pictures of people being tied up; all sorts of ropes and locks.” His voice dropped even lower, as did his eyes, when he added, “In all sorts of positions.”

Not much in the world prettier than a pretty blushing for you, Malachi thought to himself. Justice had blushing down to an art. “So you think you would like being tied up? Is that why you got so calm in the vehicle on the way home last night? When I opened the back hatch, you looked very…peaceful. Was that because of the restraints?”

“I think so.”

A deep breath and another nibble of the bottom lip, followed by a swipe of a pink tongue across both lips, finished the boy’s thoughts.

“Excellent.” Malachi paused, wondering if he boy would have the courage to raise those pretty eyes and face him. No, it appeared he was still incredibly interested in the floor. “I like restraints. I like them very much, as a matter of fact.”

“Ummmm.” Well, fuck, that was an intelligent response.

“Do you want to try it, Justice? Do you want me to introduce you into my world; teach you some things? Let you try it and see if it is what you think it might be? See if your body will enjoy it as much as we both think it will?”

Blue eyes jumped up to meet his. Finally.

“Yes,” he answered softly. Then, more firmly, he said, “Yes, I do.”


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TS McKinney lives in East Tennessee with her high school sweetheart/husband and all the countless dogs she picks up from deserted country roads. Her professional career has been in business but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy world found in books. Creating wicked worlds where one can meet the perfect hero – and then do anything to him that you want – has been a hobby that has brought her plenty of hours of fun and naughty entertainment.

When not working, reading, or writing, she loves to spend time with her family and forcing them (because they don’t really have another choice) to allow her to redecorate their houses…and listen to her naughty…sometimes sadistic stories.

BJ Grinder lives in Smalltown, Tennessee where the residents know everything and everyone (not always a good thing). She enjoys writing, zombies, and garage sales. She has an unhealthy relationship with her Kindle, which demands most of her time – at least what her 4 children don’t take up!


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Guest Post: Juggernaut by @ACGormley #Giveaway @RiptideBooks


Hi, and welcome to the Juggernaut blog tour!

Almost before I was done writing Strain, my mind began trying to fill in the blanks of the world we saw in Strain, trying to piece together what had led up to that point. I decided I wanted to write a story chronicling the apocalyptic pandemic, both the events leading up to it and the immediate aftermath. The result, of course, was Juggernaut.

On the Juggernaut blog tour, I’ll be sharing my thoughts about the world of Juggernaut/Strain/Bane, including several cut scenes from Juggernaut which I felt contained important world-building details that in the end just didn’t fit the flow of the story. I’ll also be sharing a couple sneak previews of the third book in the Strain universe, Bane (coming September 21 from Riptide Publishing) as well as giving away three e-copies of Bane before it hits the shelves!

To enter to win, leave a comment on this post including a way to contact you (email, Twitter, or Facebook.) Each stop along the blog tour that you visit offers you another chance to enter. Be sure to check the Riptide blog tour schedule for a complete list of other stops. The contest will close Saturday, August 15th, 2015 and the winner will be contacted no later than Monday, August 17th. Any entries made without a way to contact the winner will be invalidated, so please don’t forget to provide your email, or your Twitter or Facebook address. Contest is NOT limited to US entries.

Good luck, and enjoy the tour!

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A significant chunk of the story in Juggernaut takes place in the quarantine pens outside a suburb near Cheyenne Mountain, which becomes known as the Colorado Springs Clean Zone. It’s in quarantine that Zach and Nico begin to see that safety in numbers . . . isn’t as safe as they would have assumed.

The people who survived the first wave of the pandemic, particularly those who were already EOTWAWKI (End of the World as We Know It) survivalists, would want to seek the most secure and isolated circumstances they could. Most doomsday preppers have a list of underground bunkers in which they can seek shelter. One of these lies within Cheyenne Mountain, in the form of a large underground military installment that once housed the North American Aerospace Defense Command, popularly known as NORAD.

The problem is, the martial law committee that has taken the reins of authority within Cheyenne Mountain isn’t letting anyone in, because of course if they allow an infected person into the bunker, it could kill all the remaining government and military high command personnel who managed to survive the pandemic. They establish the Clean Zone, or an area where they are setting up shelter for uninfected people, but before you can take your place with the uninfected population in the Clean Zone, you have to spend three months in quarantine.

Why so long? Well, the incubation period of the Bane virus is anywhere from three to eight weeks, which means a person can arrive completely asymptomatic and not show any signs of infection for almost two months. The military government establishes three months as the mandatory quarantine period to be extra certain that the surviving population is protected.

It’s a complicated system. They have to quarantine people not only from the Clean Zone population, but also from each other, which means housing them becomes a problem. They can’t use multi-unit housing such as apartment buildings or even, say, a prison, because people who arrive in quarantine uninfected might then become infected by proximity to another person in quarantine who has the virus. The pens have to be large enough to allow a tent for shelter for the detainees, as well as an outhouse/latrine. They also have to be far enough apart from one another to prevent the possibility of airborne contagion from other detainees (the “hot zone” is considered to be twenty feet, minimum.)

Right away, exposure is going to be a problem. There is no air conditioning or heating. The only water is pumped via windmill-pressurized pipes from the river and must be boiled. A poorly dug or improperly placed latrine could cause sanitation issues.

Then there is the matter of supplies. The first arrivals to the Colorado Springs Clean Zone survive on rations stockpiled within the bunker at Cheyenne Mountain, but those rations are going to quickly be depleted and the days of the mass production of food are gone. No one is stocking the grocery store shelves, obviously. Agriculture and animal husbandry will take time and people with skill in those areas to establish. Going out foraging for supplies in the surrounding areas is a risky proposition, because there is no way of knowing if the scavenging teams might run into victims of the Beta or Gamma strains of the virus.

Most of the world’s medical personnel died in the pandemic, trying to care for the victims of the virus. Which means medical treatment of any ailments within quarantine is going to be crudely administered field medicine attempted by poorly trained medics.

The military government isn’t going to want to waste supplies on people who might be dying anyway, so the detainees in quarantine will be on starvation rations for their three-month incarceration. This goes double for medical supplies. Drugs such as antibiotics will be at a premium, and again, the people in charge will be reluctant to use them on someone who might turn out to be infected.

Due to these scarcities, the military government is going to be heavy-handed in their application of euthanasia, particularly of people who have been exposed to the Bane virus. If one person within the quarantine pen turns out to be infected, all will be killed, regardless of whether or not they’re showing any symptoms yet. This means that if there are people who are immune (and there are, they’re just exceedingly rare) they’ll be euthanized before anyone has a chance to realize it.

Eventually corruption also becomes an issue. Being virtually untouchable is going to give the personnel within Cheyenne Mountain a great deal of freedom to skim from the top of the supply stores. If the guards and security officers policing the quarantine pens turn out to abuse their authority, the detainees will have almost no recourse, and it will be all too easy to falsely identify someone who is too vocal in their complaints as being infected and thus slated to be put down.

In short, following the first wave of the pandemic, it may turn out that the greatest danger humanity faces—is other humans.


Juggernaut_600x900blurbThey helped destroy the world. Now they have to survive the new one.

For rentboy Nico Fernández, it’s a simple job: seduce a presidential advisor to help cement approval to launch Project Juggernaut. He’s done similar work for General Logan McClosky before, and manipulating people for his favorite client beats the hell out of being trafficked for slave wages in some corporate brothel.

Zach Houtman feels called to work with the most vulnerable outcasts of society. But his father, the Reverend Maurice Houtman, insists that Zach work for him instead as he runs for Senate. Zach reluctantly agrees, but is horrified to see his father leave behind Christ’s mandate of love and mercy to preach malicious zealotry and violence instead. Zach even starts to suspect his father is working with fundamentalist terrorists.

When Project Juggernaut accidentally unleashes a deadly plague that claims billions of lives, Nico and Zach are thrown together, each bearing a burden of guilt. With only each other for safety and solace, they must make their way through a new world, one where the handful of people left alive are willing to do anything—and kill anyone—to survive.


Amelia C. Gormley may seem like anyone else. But the truth is she sings in the shower, dances doing laundry, and writes blisteringly hot m/m erotic romance while her son is at school. When she’s not writing in her Pacific Northwest home, Amelia single-handedly juggles her husband, her son, their home, and the obstacles of life by turning into an everyday superhero. And that, she supposes, is just like anyone else.






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