Monday, June 27, 2016

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Barclay

BARLCAY

Battle Bunnies 4

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AVAILABLE: Tuesday, July 5th

[Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Paranormal Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

They know a thousand ways to kill...and zero ways to love.

With the scientist's evil slowly killing him, Barclay knows he has a limited amount of time to complete his plans. Only his sweet duck keeps Barclay sane and in control of the Battle Bunnies. When he discovers his third mate, the world as Barclay knows it turns on its axis. But is it too late?

Elliot stayed in duck form to please Barclay. Now Barclay is on death’s door and their mate, Tavarus, is demanding Elliot help bring him back to the land of the living. But is it too late?

Tavarus knows that trying to deny a mating is futile. It’s time to show Barclay and Elliot the error of their ways. In this mating, Tavarus is the one in charge, and he is more than ready to handle a feisty duck and show his bunny how indestructible a true mating can be. For Tavarus, it’s never too late to find love.

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/Barclay
 

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Creed

CREED

Special Operations 6

PRE-ORDER TODAY!

AVAILABLE: Thursday, July 7th

[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Creed lives on the top of a mountain for a reason. He doesn't like people. When his quiet is invaded by thugs with guns, Creed pulls his out, and his is bigger. Finding Tyler in the aftermath was a bonus he didn't want. When lust takes over, the night is fantastic, but in the morning, Creed panics and sends Tyler away.

Being kidnapped, rescued, and having the greatest sex of his life only to wake up alone has sent Tyler Pennington to a therapist. When he overhears something that makes him feel betrayed by everyone he knows, Tyler runs, setting into motion a series of events that brings him right back to where he started—Creed's bed.

By the time Creed comes to his senses, Tyler is gone. After months of searching, Creed finds him in the last place he expected him. This time, Creed plans to keep the gorgeous man. Others have a different idea. When Tyler's past comes back to destroy him, they have to use every trick in the book to make it out alive. But will that be enough, or will they lose the happiness they found on Creed's mountain top?

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/creed

Thursday, June 16, 2016

RELEASE DAY: Primale Oath

PRIMAL OATH

AVAILABLE NOW!

[Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, demons, HEA]

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Being summoned was not one of them. Isaac Braden was used to being summoned. He was a demon after all, but the night he was called to service a master in a satanic ritual, he knew his night was not going to end well.

Isaac Braden spends most of his time being a rich recluse, but every so often he's introduced to someone new when he's summoned… a blood sacrifice. And tonight Jory Daniels has been chosen to be that sacrifice.

In a satanic ritual summoning gone wrong, Isaac finds himself eternally bound to Jory. He has to have the man's blood in order to survive. But when Jory wants something in return, can Isaac submit enough to allow it, or will his demon nature take over and cause him to lose the best thing that ever happened to him?

Note: This book was previously published under the title Blood Sacrifice with another publisher. This updated version has been extensively revised and expanded an additional 18,373 words.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/primal-oath

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

My Thoughts...for what they are worth.

I was awake when the news came on to say that there was a shooting at an Orlando nightclub. There were few details at the time. The authorities were still trying to figure out what had happened. Working on my latest story, I left the news on, curious. Why would I, here on the west coast, be hearing about a shooting at a nightclub on the east coast?

Before I turned off the TV and went to bed, 20 were listed as dead, with many injured. I don't think at the time that I fully processed what had happened. When I turned on the TV several hours later, 50 were dead, 53 injured.
My heart stopped.
It was a gay nightclub.
It was a terror attack.
It was terror.
The TV is on a lot right now, watching the news, seeing the tears and heartbreak as families and friends realize their loss. I see posts on social media almost constantly. Every other post a message of despair. People that were lost, lovers who gave their lives, friends who watched in horror as those around them died. I hear the stories on TV of cell phones ringing, what some have come to see a nightmare sound, the cries of those injured, and the weeping of those that lost a loved one. Sounds uttered by too many people. One person is too many.
I remember Columbine. I remember 9/11. I remember Sandy Hook. I remember Paris. And now, I would remember Orlando. I remember so many times when someone thought they had the right to take away someone's life, whether because of their religion, their beliefs, their hatred, their perceived wrongs...
Their!
Their!
Their!
When does it stop? When is enough enough? I can't sleep. I can't think. Words to describe just about anything seem to be beyond me. I don't know anyone that died or were injured in this horrible tragedy, not personally. I have friends who do, fellow authors. I am home safe with my family. My kids are safe. My family is safe.
And yet, I feel destroyed.
I want to scream "What the fuck is wrong with people?"
Trump blames Hillary and Obama. Hillary blames guns. Others blame Muslims. A preacher in California blames gays. News commentators on every channel talk about who is to blame, each one blaming someone or something else. Religion. Politics. Terrorism. A mad gunman on a rampage. Someone who refused to hide away so society wouldn't be offended by the sight of two gay men kissing on the sidewalk.
After watching and crying and raging, I have come to a conclusion, one I am not happy with, not because it is wrong, but because I shouldn't have to consider it.
I know who is to blame.
I am.
You are.
We are.
In a world where people who choose to love who they love and not who they are told to love, are put to death, imprisoned, tortured, ridiculed, and made to prove they are human beings before they can have basic human rights...we are to blame because we allow it.
Transgender people using the "correct" bathrooms? Really? That's what you're worried about? Two men or two women devoting themselves to each other legally because they LOVE each other? That's what you're worried about? Someone's right to hold the hand of their loved one as they walk down the street? That's what you're worried about?
Seriously?
The outpouring of support around the world has been phenomenal, and while I applaud that, it also makes my heart hurt. Where was this support last week? Last month? Where was it men and women were being told they did not have the legal right to marry someone of the same sex, but you could marry whoever you wanted to? Where was the support when people serving our country and fighting for our rights were kicked out of the service because of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell"? Where was the support when homosexuals were killing themselves rather than face a world that told them what they felt was wrong?
It's a little late to be flying the rainbow flag now. The damage has been done. Today, yesterday, the day before that, and all the days before that.
But sure, go ahead, jump on that band wagon. Wave your flag. Shout to the world "I support homosexuals"...and when the fervor dies down and the reporters go away, when Orlando falls from the news, are you going to put your flag away and go on with your life as if the world hasn't been broken? How quickly will you forget the faces of those that died, their names, their smiles, the story of their lives? When the next big news story breaks, will you even remember those that still cry or who were silenced?
Yesterday, my heart shattered. I felt terror. Horror. Grief. Everyone tells me that I should aim my anger at gun control, Islamic extremists, politicians.
I'm angry at myself.
I told myself I did enough by writing my stories and spreading the love. I donated to LBGTQ charities. Hell, I organized 25 authors, an editor, cover artist, and publisher and got them all to agree to donate 100% of the proceeds of a book to LBGTQ charities. I taught my children to believe in who they are, no matter who they are, and to accept others who did the same. I stood up for my college roommate and gave him a home when his family refused to.
I told myself I had done enough.
I lied.
Until there are no more tears of sorrow, it will never be enough. Until it isn't even a question that everyone has the same rights, it will never be enough. Until someone doesn't feel they have the right to spread their hate by taking the lives of so many innocent people, it will never be enough.
I don't care what religion you are, what your political beliefs are, where you live, how much money you make, who you love, don't love, or disagree with. You do not have the right to hurt someone because of it.
If you don't like what you're seeing, look away. If you don't like what you're hearing, plug your ears. If you don't like the way someone kisses someone else, don't look. If something on TV offends you, turn it off. If you don't like gays, don't go to a gay nightclub. If you don't like peeing in a bathroom with someone who is transgender, pee at home. If you don't like the idea of two men or two women getting married, don't attend the freaking wedding. If you don't like something, you don't have to see it, hear it, be around it.
You have that right!
You don't have the right to take that from someone else.
YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT RIGHT!
A man, who the world will vilify because of what he has done, decided he had the right to end the lives of so many people because of his beliefs or because he was offended by something he saw or because...because...because...Was he an Islamic extremists? Psychotic? Did he have mental health issues? Was he an abuser? Was he a gay man living in the closet?
Does it matter?
We're looking for answers. I understand that. We want someone to blame. We want to pin a label on this evil and put it into a nice, neat little box that we will never open again...until the next time. And until we can honestly learn from these horrors, there will be a next time. We are a society destined to repeat our mistakes until every man, woman, and child has the right to live their lives as human beings. My heartache at what has happened in Orlando is blended with my heartache that we will never learn from our mistakes.
There is no magic wand that will make this tragedy make sense because there is no sense to it. There is no "possible motive" that makes any of this even remotely okay or even understandable. It's not guns, religion, politics, extremist beliefs, hatred, confusion. There is no right or wrong answer.
In trying to find answers, I learned that there are none.
And my heart cries.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Please Help & Share

Equality Florida, the state’s lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) civil rights organization is collecting contributions via this GoFundMe page to support the victims of the horrific shooting at Orlando’s Pulse Nightclub.

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Thursday, June 9, 2016

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Primal Oath

PRIMAL OATH

PRE-ORDER TODAY!

AVAILABLE: Thursday, June 16th

[Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, demons, HEA]

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Being summoned was not one of them. Isaac Braden was used to being summoned. He was a demon after all, but the night he was called to service a master in a satanic ritual, he knew his night was not going to end well.

Isaac Braden spends most of his time being a rich recluse, but every so often he's introduced to someone new when he's summoned… a blood sacrifice. And tonight Jory Daniels has been chosen to be that sacrifice.

In a satanic ritual summoning gone wrong, Isaac finds himself eternally bound to Jory. He has to have the man's blood in order to survive. But when Jory wants something in return, can Isaac submit enough to allow it, or will his demon nature take over and cause him to lose the best thing that ever happened to him?

Note: This book was previously published under the title Blood Sacrifice with another publisher. This updated version has been extensively revised and expanded an additional 18,373 words.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/primal-oath

Thursday, May 26, 2016

RELEASE DAY: Tre's Temptations


TRE'S TEMPTATIONS
Scent of a Mate 8
[Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Tre Marshall never wanted to be alpha of Blackthorn Pride, but he was assigned the position by the Feline Council. Neck deep in a messed up pride, Tre never dreamed he would find not one mate, but two. Dennis and Nyle come into his life and end up being a temptation Tre can't resist.
Dennis has already spent too many years being told what to do. When he finds himself mated to an alpha, he has to wonder if fate is laughing at him. When he discovers that the man who has been stalking him is also his mate, he knows fate is insane.
Nyle Frasier knew Dennis was his mate the moment they met, but the gorgeous redhead denies him at every turn. Worse yet, Dennis runs from him. When Nyle discovers that the new pride alpha is also his mate, and that the man is protecting Dennis from him, Nyle realizes that his actions might have seemed overbearing and goes about trying to prove he is a worthy mate to both men.
When danger arrives on their doorstep, they have to work together to end the threat to their mating. Along the way, they will discover a mystery that threatens every shifter alive. But before they can solve it, they have to keep each other alive, and that's not easy when they don't know where the threat is coming from.
 
STORY EXCERPT 
Alpha Tre Marshall sighed as he set his pen down. "Come." He really wasn't in the mood for interruptions right now. Having been assigned as the new alpha of the Blackthorn Pride by the Feline Council, he knew he had a lot of work ahead of him.
This was one fucked up pride.
Between the pride members that had betrayed their former alpha, who was now Tre's brother-in-law after he mated with Tre's brother Reece, and the members left, there were still factions inside the pride that were working against everything a pride was meant for.
Tre had been here all of four days and already he had found a mismanagement of pride funds, figured out that there were a number of missing pride members, and had fought off two challenges by pride members for his position as alpha.
The rest of the week was not looking good.
When the door opened and a short man with the most unruly red carrot colored hair he had ever seen stepped inside, Tre was mesmerized. Aroused. When the little man bounced across the room to stand in front of his desk, Tre was pretty sure the rest of his day had just gone to shit.
He didn't need bouncy.
He needed a drink.
"Can I help you?"
"No."
Tre blinked at the bouncy man. "No?"
"I'm here to help you."
"Really?" Tre lounged back in his chair and waited. This was going to be good. He could just tell. The wheels in this guy's head were turning so fast, Tre could practically smell the burning rubber. "And how are you going to help me?"
Tre had more than one idea.
He always did like redheads.
"My name is Dennis and I am your personal assistant." The man beamed as if Tre had just announced he was going to be crowned the next prince of the universe. "My experience is mostly in business, although I do have a degree in hotel management, which means I can take care of all those pesky social functions for you. I worked as former Alpha Bolond's personal assistant the entire time he was here."
Tre stared. Was the strange little man even breathing?
"Now, I know you are just settling in, and I can help with that. As your personal assistant, my job is to take care of your every need.
God, Tre could only hope so.
"If you will give me a list of things you need to complete, I will see that they are done. I can also order your lunch for you, have your coffee ready, and fluff your pillows. You basically need to think of me as an extension of yourself."
Tre's head was beginning to hurt.
"I can—"
"Silence."
Dennis snapped his lips closed.
"Sit."
Tre blinked in stunned amazement when Dennis simply dropped. He stood up and looked over the edge of his desk to where Dennis sat on the floor. "Sit in a chair, Dennis."
"Right. I knew that."
Dennis started to climb up into one of the chairs sitting in front of Tre's desk, but froze when someone knocked on the office door.
"Yes?" Tre asked instead of telling them to come in. He didn't like the flash of fear he saw pass over Dennis's face before the man scrambled around his desk. Tre's jaw unhinged when Dennis squeezed into the small space under his desk.
Before he could ask Dennis what in the hell he thought he was doing, the door opened and a dark haired man stepped inside. Tre had seen him around the pride a few times in the last couple of days, but Tre couldn't remember ever being formally introduced to him. They had never gotten close enough to talk.
Tre gave the man his most uninterested, haughty look. "Can I help you?" He wasn't please about the guy just barging into his office.
Tre didn't miss the way the guy's eyes darted around his office, almost as if searching for someone. He couldn't help but wonder if he was searching was the man sitting between his legs. Shaking.
What in the hell was going on here?