Friday, February 26, 2016


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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

RELEASE DAY: Claiming His Alpha


Scent of a Mate 7

available now!

Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA

Reece Marshall isn't happy about being pulled away from his undercover assignment for the Feline Council, but one doesn't argue with a summons from an elder. Discovering he's been brought before the elder as a potential guardian to a new alpha makes him wish he was back on his mission.

Šílené Bolond never wanted to be an alpha, but forces greater than him seem to think he should lead the Blackthorn Pride. When five enforcers are presented to him as possible guardians, one stands out. Šílené's heart breaks when his offer of submission is rejected, and he realizes his dream of having a mate will never be realized. 

But the forces that turned an omega into an alpha have other plans. When Reece's undercover assignment becomes too dangerous, the only safe place to go is to the pride of the one man Reece craves, but can't have. With danger and betrayal around every corner, Reece and Šílené have to turn to each other if they want to survive, and they just might find love if they can survive that long.

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: The Tri-Omega Mates Collection, Volume 1


Volume 1

AVAILABLE: Saturday, March 5th

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In Secret Desires, how do you answer a handsome cowboy when he asks if you want to take a ride on his horse, especially when he guarantees that it will be a wild ride? For Leyland the answer is simple: Hell, yes! But what if his cowboy already has a lover?

In Forbidden Desires, Gregory had been waiting for over six years for Ryland to grow up so that he can claim him. When he finally does claim him, Gregory learns that by doing so, he has endangered Ryland's life. Ryland is a Tri-Omega and needs two mates to keep him grounded and safe. And he hasn't found his other mate yet.


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Tri Omega Mates 3

[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, werewolves]

After watching his alpha and beta almost lose their mate, Thomas decides he needs some time alone. Driving across country, he discovers Micah, a human that smells like dark chocolate and summer rain. He knows immediately that Micah is his mate, but before he can claim him, he has to get Micah's sexy little butt out of trouble.

They are attacked by a band of bullies. In his bid to protect his mate, Thomas reveals his true nature to the bullies and to Micah. Afterwards, he has to call in reinforcements to help clean up the mess. It comes in the form of Caleb Hunter, alpha of the Hunter Pack and Micah's other mate.

But Micah's human. Isn't he?


Friday, February 19, 2016



Venusian Trilogy 3

coming soon!
Elves are from Venus, wolf shifters come from Mars, vampires are from Saturn, and humans live on Earth... and one man is king of them all...and being the king of the universe has its advantages.
Learning he was king of the universe had been traumatic, but Nicky had learned to deal with it. He had even learned to deal with the fact that his lover was more than he was before. But, apparently, someone else was interested in what Cooper had become and they need Nicky out of the way to get to him.
When someone goes after Nicky with a psychic attack, Cooper is beside himself. This is something he doesn't know how to fight. But there might be someone who does, and he's the High Priest of Mars. Cooper just doesn't know if the monk can be trusted or if he has his own reasons for wanting to meet him.
When the attacks on Nicky turn deadly, Cooper does the only thing he can. He sends Nicky away. But not even the distance between them can keep him from loving his king.

“The monk that Councilman Turlock wanted you to go see on Mars? He’s demanding that you go see him before we return to Venus.”
Cooper’s eyebrows rose. “He’s demanding?”
“Yes, that is what I said." A muscle ticked in Baylor's jaw. "He demanded that you be presented to him immediately.”
Cooper’s eyebrows went up even further. “Presented?” Why did that make him feel like a prize Beagle at a dog competition? “And just why am I to present myself to him?”
“He didn’t say, sire,” Baylor replied. "He merely stated that you present yourself to him. You were not to go to Venus or Earth or anywhere except the Monastery of the Sourak on Mars. He said it was imperative that you listened to him.”
Cooper crossed his arms, the first furrow of anger beginning to burn in his belly. “A matter of life or death, huh?”
“I believe that was his intent, yes.”
“Excuse me, sire?”
“I don’t know what this monk’s agenda is but he doesn’t get to demand that I do anything. I take orders from Nicky and no one else.”
Baylor’s eyes shot to Nicky. “You take orders from the king, sire?”
“Baylor, we all take orders from Nicky, whether we know it or not.”
There was a ghost of a smile on Baylor’s face when he turned back. “I suppose you are correct, sire.”
Cooper leaned closer to Baylor. “Just don’t let Nicky hear you say that. We’ll never hear the end of it.”
Baylor paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression furrowing his brow as he glanced from Nicky to Cooper. “May I speak freely, sire?”
“Yes, please do.”
“I am unused to this manner in which you speak of King Nicolas. I know it is due to your familiarity with him added to the fact that you grew up with him merely being a friend and not the king of the galaxy, but are you sure this is not insulting to him?”
“I’m sure.” Cooper was actually warmed by Baylor’s concern. Baylor seemed to care for Nicky’s well-being above and beyond him being king. “Granted, there is a fine line between what is appropriate and what is not. And not everyone is the same on where that line is drawn, but Nicky is cool with it. He knows I love him even when I joke with him.”
"I admit that I am confused by your familiarity with His Majesty but I also see how happy he is just to be with you. That bond is rare, sire." Something hardened in Baylor's dark eyes, giving them a dangerous glint that told Cooper under no uncertain terms that a predator lay just beneath the surface. "Do not abuse the gift you have been given. It will not come again for a thousand years."
Confused, and admittedly impressed that Baylor was standing up for Nicky, he asked, "What do you mean?"
"Remember that I told you a true bond is rare?"
Cooper nodded.
"It is said that once someone has found their true bond, their souls are entwined for all eternity. If one dies, the other soon follows, unable to be bare the separation. If they are separated, they won't find each other again for a thousand years."
Cooper felt a pang in his chest as he glanced at Nicky. He couldn't imagine living one second longer than his love but a thousand years without him? "That seems kind of unfair, Baylor. If this love is so great, why a thousand years?"
"No one knows, sire," Baylor replied. "But I believe it is because this love is so great. And because there is no greater bond, the price is higher."
That actually kind of made sense. The bond he felt for Nicky was beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. It felt stronger than steel and yet as fragile as a flower. He knew it had to be nurtured in order to grow, and he intended to do just that.
"I appreciate your words, Baylor." Cooper gave the man a slight smile so he would know there were no hard feelings. "Nicky is the most important thing in my world and I'll do anything to keep him safe."
"I worry that it may not be enough, sire."
Cooper cocked his head as he tried to read the silent message in Baylor's words. "Why?" he asked when he couldn't solve the puzzle. "What aren't you telling me?"
"I worry what will happen when others learn that you are Marsovian."
"I thought the Marsovians were great warriors."
"They were, but they have been myth for so long, I fear many have forgotten their existence. If word gets out, many will not believe that it is true. Those that might know of the legend and believe you are Marsovian might try and use you in some manner that is in conflict with the High King's needs." 
"I would never go against Nicky."
"You would not want to," Baylor said, "but if your total loyalty is to King Nicolas, what would you give if someone tried to use him?"
"You're talking about that situation with Melakon Tempest, aren't you?"
"That is a good example, yes."
Unfortunately, Cooper understood where Baylor was coming from. He just didn't like it. He crossed his arms, his unease growing by the second. "Do you have a suggestion?"
"As much as I dislike saying it, you might consider talking to that monk at the Monastery of the Sourak." Baylor's lips thinned for a moment as he paused, a hard glint coming into his eyes. "I don't trust this monk. I don't like the fact that he is demanding your presence. That feels wrong to me. But he may be the only man alive that truly knows of the Marsovians."
"If my being a Marsovian is such a problem, why would we even bring it up?" Cooper asked. The answer seemed simple enough. "Why not just keep it a secret?"
"I'm not sure going to see this monk is the best plan, Baylor." Reluctantly pulling his eyes away from Nicky's laughing face, he looked back at the man. "Isn't there anyone else that knows about Marsovians?"
 "I'll look into it, sire, but I do not believe so." The man clasped his hands behind his back, once again looking like the confident captain that he was. "The myth of the Marsovian is so ancient that most only know about it from obscure history books and legends told down through the ages."
"I'm starting to feel like a fossil."
Baylor blinked. "I'm sorry, sire. I do not understand your reference to preserved remnants of the past."
Cooper chuckled. "You keep referring to my Marsovian DNA as something ancient, a myth. It makes me feel old."
"That was not my intention, sire. I merely wanted to point out the danger of not learning everything we can about being a Marsovian."
"No, I got that part, Baylor." Cooper drew in a breath, his eyes going back to Nicky. "I just hope whatever we learn doesn't make me extinct."
"People will know, sire. Secrets never keep. There will come a point when something will happen and you will not be able to hide what you are. It is better to be prepared for that eventuality than to think it will never come."

Monday, February 15, 2016



Scent of a Mate 7


AVAILABLE: Thursday, February 25th

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

Reece Marshall isn't happy about being pulled away from his undercover assignment for the Feline Council, but one doesn't argue with a summons from an elder. Discovering he's been brought before the elder as a potential guardian to a new alpha makes him wish he was back on his mission.

Šílené Bolond never wanted to be an alpha, but forces greater than him seem to think he should lead the Blackthorn Pride. When five enforcers are presented to him as possible guardians, one stands out. Šílené's heart breaks when his offer of submission is rejected, and he realizes his dream of having a mate will never be realized. 

But the forces that turned an omega into an alpha have other plans. When Reece's undercover assignment becomes too dangerous, the only safe place to go is to the pride of the one man Reece craves, but can't have. With danger and betrayal around every corner, Reece and Šílené have to turn to each other if they want to survive, and they just might find love if they can survive that long.

Saturday, February 13, 2016


Ménage Romances 2016 Fan's Awards
The votes are now open up to FEBRUARY 17, 2016 midnight central US.
Winners announcement will be made FEBRUARY 20!
Nominated for the best Gay/Lesbian Characters in Menage Romances Nominee

Thursday, February 11, 2016

LRC BEST MM BOOK OF 2015 NOMINEE: Happy's Ever After

Happy’s Ever After (Cade Creek 1) has been nominated at Love Romance Cafe as the Best MM Book for 2015


Cade Creek 1

available now!

Happy O’Brian spent the better part of his life isolated from the rest of the world. He was told he was evil down to his soul. It was physically beat into him on a daily basis. He lived with it, believing that his ultra conservative religious grandparents were right until the day his mother was attacked. Seeking help changed Happy’s life in ways he could never imagine and showed him a world he didn’t know existed.

Answering a disturbance call, Deputy Marc Walker meets a man that shocks him with his gentleness. When he discovers Happy’s true nature, Marc wants to know everything about the man. He wants to show him the world.

When the past rears its head, and their lives are put in danger, Happy tries to do the right thing and distance himself from his handsome deputy. But Marc has other plans for his gentle giant and he’s not going to let a little thing like getting shot or having escaped prisoners gunning for them interfere with those plans. Happy will get his happy ever after.

Note: Some graphic depiction of extreme violence against the hero when he was a minor.

Marc slammed his truck into park and jumped out, running up to the fight happening in the street in front of the store. “That’s quite enough!” he shouted as he pulled Jeff Murkily and his brother Brad off of another man. He stepped between the three men, pushing them apart. “Enough!”
“He started it!” Jeff said right away, pointing to the other man.
Marc’s mouth dropped as he looked at the other man, and realized he was looking at the man’s chest. He had to raise his eyes up several inches to see his face.
“What happened here?”
“We were just minding our own business when this meathead came up and started shouting at us,” Jeff said. “When we told him to leave us alone, he started throwing punches.”
“We were just defending ourselves,” Brad insisted.
Marc turned to look back at the biggest damn man he had ever seen outside of a wrestling event. “What do you have to say?”
The man’s lips thinned as he pressed them together, but that was his only response. Marc wasn’t even sure he blinked.
“See?” Jeff said. “He knows he was in the wrong.”
“Is this true, sir?” Marc asked. “Did you start the fight?” Marc wanted to grind his teeth together when the massive man just stood there. “Sir, you need to answer me.”
Jeff laughed snidely. “Maybe he doesn’t hear you, deputy. Maybe he’s one of those—”
Marc pointed a finger at Jeff. “Say it and I’ll lock you up for the next month.” He hated bigots.
“You can’t do that!” Jeff’s eyes blazed. “I didn’t do anything.”
Marc leveled a stare at Jeff. He had known the man since high school and he was nothing but a bully, one of the reasons Marc hadn’t automatically believed him when he arrived on the scene. Jeff had been a bully in high school and he was still a bully.
“Try me.”
“Just wait until the sheriff hears about this.” Jeff’s face flushed red as his voice rose. “I’ll bet he’d be real interested to hear his new deputy is threatening to lock people up for defending themselves.”
“I heard it,” said a deep voice from behind Marc. “And I agree.”
Jeff grinned as if he had won that argument.
“Say one word out of place and I’ll lock you up for a month.”
Jeff’s jaw dropped. “You can’t do that.”
Sheriff John Riley’s grin was even bigger than Jeff’s had been. The man crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Jeff with an expression that dared the man to argue with him. “Try me.”
 Jeff sputtered for a moment then fell silent.
“What seems to be the problem here?” John asked as he turned his attention to Marc.
“I’m still trying to figure that out, sheriff,” Marc replied. “Jeff and Brad say that this man attacked them and that they were merely defending themselves.”
“Is that true, Happy?”
“No, sir,” came the quiet reply.
Marc’s eyebrows shot up. He wasn’t sure if it was from hearing the man speak or hearing his name. Or from the fact that the eyes that finally rose up enough so he could see them were the most stunning blue eyes he had ever seen in his life. It was like looking into someone’s soul.
“Tell me what happened, Happy,” John directed.
“I was sweeping the sidewalk just like Mr. Gus told me to and then these two came and started kicking dirt up on it.” A wrinkled frown worked its way across the large man’s forehead. “I didn’t hit anyone, Sheriff.”
“He didn’t, sheriff.”
Marc glanced up to see Gus Fletcher standing in the doorway of his shop with a couple of customers.
“Jeff and Brad started the whole mess. When Happy ignored them, they got pissed and started shouting at him. That’s about the time I called the station. Happy just held his arms up in front of his face.”
“Mama gets mad when they hit me in the face.”
Marc felt a growl burn deep in the pit of his stomach. “This has happened to you before?”
Happy shrugged.
“As I’m sure you can understand, Happy has had a few problems due to his size,” John said. “People tend to either be intimidated by him.” John waved his hand toward Jeff and Brad. “Or they think they need to fight him to prove themselves.”
Marc could see where that could be an issue. He stood at six foot two inches tall, not a short man. Happy stood at least half a foot taller than him, and a good hundred pounds heavier. The man was simply massive.
“Do you want me to lock them up?”
“No, but we’re not going to have any more trouble, are we boys?” John cocked his eyebrow at the two men. “Because if we do, not only will I be going to have a talk with your pa, but I’ll be locking you two up for a good long while.”
“Now, look here, sheriff—” Jeff began.
“Do we need to take this down to the station, Jeff?”
“You can’t do this!”
Marc as waiting for the man to stomp his foot.
“Shut up, Jeff,” Brad said as he started pushing his brother toward the other side of the street. “You want him to call Pa down here?”
“Fine!” Jeff shouted. “But this isn’t over.”
“It had better be,” John said, “or you and I are going to have a serious difference of opinion.”
Marc stood with his boss and watched Jeff and Brad climb into their pickup and then spin their tires as they took off down the street. “You want me to follow them and give them a ticket for speeding through town?”
“No.” John chuckled as he turned toward the feed and seed store again. “I’ll give their father a call later and let him know those two are up to no good again.”
Marc nodded even as his eyes strayed back to Happy. He was intrigued by the unusual manner in which the man was watching him. It was almost shy in nature as if he wanted to look but was afraid to get caught. It wasn’t something he could have expected from such a large, intimidating man.
“Happy, how’s your mother?” John asked.
Marc inhaled sharply when the sweetest smile he had ever seen spread across Happy’s face. It changed the man’s whole demeanor. Marc suddenly realized that he was dealing with a gentle giant. He doubted Happy had a mean bone in his entire body.

“Hey, you listen to me.” Happy stumbled forward when Marc grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward to stand between his legs. “You’re not stupid, Happy. You have a lack of knowledge due to not being exposed to the world. I have no doubt that once you have access to learning, you will pick it up in no time.”
Happy nervously moistened his dry lips. “You think I can learn?”
“I have no doubt that you can.”
Happy’s brows drew together as he agonized over telling Marc the truth. He wanted the handsome man to have a good opinion of him, and if he told Marc the truth then the man might not look at him with that special sparkle in his eyes.
But lying by omission was still lying.
“My grandfather beat me over the head with a brick when I was younger. Mama says that’s when things started taking a little longer to make sense to me.”
“I know, but that doesn’t make you stupid. I’d be slow, too, if you showed me the periodic tables and told me to find zinc.”
Happy just stared.
“Scientific stuff, Happy.” Marc chuckled. “I never could make heads nor tails of it.”
Happy worried the corner of his lower between his teeth. “You really think I could learn this stuff?”
The corner of Marc’s mouth curved up. “I do.” There was pure confidence in that response, enough that Happy started to believe Marc’s words might be true.
He leaned his head down and pressed his forehead against Marc’s. “Thank you.”
The other side of Marc’s mouth curved up, the man grinning. “Anytime, Happy.”
Happy started to move back when he realized he stood between Marc’s legs, his groin pressing against Marc, and the guy was hard. Happy licked his suddenly dry lips as his eyes dropped.
Oh man.
When his eyes flickered back up to Marc, the man was watching him with hooded eyes. Something burned in their blue murky depths that Happy was unfamiliar with, but he sure wanted to know what it meant.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Happy.” Marc’s hand curved around the back of Happy’s neck, pulling him closer. “If you don’t want me to, say something now.”
Happy pressed his lips together, refusing to say anything. He wanted to be kissed. He dreamed of being kissed. But only by Marc. He didn’t really want anyone else kissing him. Well, maybe his mama but not like he wanted Marc to kiss him because that would just be icky.
Marc started to lean closer, paused and let out a small chuckle, and then closed the rest of the distance between them. Happy wasn’t sure what to expect when Marc’s lips brushed against his. He had been kissed before, but only by his mother, and then only on the forehead or the cheek.
This was nothing like that.
This made Happy’s toes curl and his body start to sing. He groaned, wanting whatever Marc offered him. There was a burning lust in his eyes that left Happy speechless.
The hand Marc had wrapped around the back of his neck tightened and pulled him closer as Marc’s tongue slid over his lips. Happy’s body tensed with need when he felt Marc’s other hand grab his hip then slide around to the small of his back.
Happy’s lungs burned for oxygen, but he refused to pull away. He opened his mouth when Marc’s tongue pressed against the seam between his lips, the man’s tongue plunging in, sweeping and exploring.
Happy grabbed Marc’s hips when his head began to spin. He started to move, thrusting his aching dick against the apex of Marc’s thighs. Marc pulled Happy closer, grinding against him as their tongues dueled. He lightly bit Happy’s bottom lip. Happy gasped before returning the careful nip.
Marc consumed him with one kiss that seemed to go on forever. Happy didn’t want it to stop. Marc’s tongue flickered over Happy’s lip, teasing, tantalizing. He murmured Happy’s name, sending Happy into a wild craze.
He began to thrust against Marc in earnest, feeling his hard cock sliding against Marc’s over and over again, the only thing between them was the thinness of their pants. His thigh muscles quivered, his legs threatening to give out as his balls drew so tight to Happy’s body that they actually hurt.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

NEW RELEASE: The Vampire King's Mate by Toby Aden


The Melrose Coven

available now!

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, werewolves, HEA]

In the midst of a war between vampires and werewolves that's been waged for centuries, King Kevyan Melrose lands an unexpected mate.

Dorian Keller, an outrageous, openly gay man, finds himself in a world where fiction is fact. Having the most gorgeous man he’s ever met tell him they are mated throws him for a loop, but hearing the man claim to be a vampire and learning that that he himself is a werewolf blows his mind and sends him running for the hills. But with the evidence put right in front of him, he is left with no choice but to adjust his thinking... especially since turning furry has become his new norm.

Walking back into the bedroom, he checked the walk-in closet, pulling out several articles of clothing only to return them back in frustration. Everything in the closet was too big for him, but since complaining about that was futile, he resigned himself to improvising. He  had other things to think of, like escaping, and on that note, he picked out jeans and a shirt to go with it. Satisfied that the clothes at least appeared to be new, judging by the new cloth scent he sniffed on them. He drew the line at wearing someone else’s underwear, going commando.
His sense of fashion screamed at the clothes he wore and the way they made him look like a kid playing dress-up. Eying himself in the mirror, he got to work, pulling on a belt and using it to secure the jeans tightly against his body. He tucked the extra-long length of the shirt into the jeans, rolled the sleeves up until he was satisfied with his looks before running his hand over his hair to give it a somewhat respectable disheveled look before nodding his approval.
Marching toward the window, he peered outside, easily noticing the security stationed around as they heavily guarded the place. He was so screwed. Dammit! However was he going to escape? Not that there was a chance in hell of him charming his way out of here. The door opened behind him and, turning, he spotted the most gorgeous hunk he’d ever laid eyes on striding toward him.
Six feet three inches of washboard muscles glided toward him gracefully. The man was decked in white shirt and khakis, his dark hair falling around his shoulder in waves, begging him to run his fingers through them, his eyes a deep brown color, like chocolate melted for his enjoyment. High cheekbones led to steel jaws which just begged for his attention, and the man had the palest skin he’d ever seen, clashing against the color of his clothe. For no reason, he suddenly had the uncontrollable itch to rip those clothes off the man and swallow him whole.
When their eyes met, Dorian blushed at having being caught staring. He wiped his mouth, discreetly checking for drool. Raising his chin, he openly gave the gorgeous man a once-over, refusing to be intimidated or mocked for his efforts. The man had lickable muscles upon muscles, a narrow waist and powerful, long legs, which ate up the distance between them.
Alarmed, he glanced up at the man approaching him with an indecipherable look in his eyes and held his arms out, backing up until he came up against the window. “Don’t come any closer,” Dorian said, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of knowing how scared he was.
Thankfully, his words must have penetrated, because the man stopped and watched him with a predatory look in his eyes. Dorian’s breath caught, half fright, half desire, but he dared not move as he watched the man watch him.
“You are awake,” the man said, his voice strong and masculine, washing over Dorian, and waves of lust shot through his body.
Shaking his head, Dorian scoffed at the obvious statement. He was reluctant to show any outward emotion and wasn’t about to give in to his body’s demands until he was safe and safely out of danger. Apparently, Mr. Obvious must have noticed something, for amusement lurked in the depth of the stranger’s eyes and he was pinned with a narrowed gaze. Dorian shifted on his feet, hoping the stranger would break the eye contact; only luck didn’t seem to be on his side.
“How do you feel?”
“Great. I feel great. Now, where the hell am I and who are you?”
Mr. Drop-Dead Gorgeous scratched his chin, taking a step forward, to which Dorian promptly pressed himself against the window, supporting himself with both hands tightly gripping the ledge. The message got through loud and clear, for the man stopped abruptly, a pained expression in his eyes before turning away.
Guilt shot through Dorian and he ruthlessly pushed it away. After all, what did he have to be guilty about? For all he knew, this was his kidnapper, giving him a taste of what he’d missed since the week he’d been kidnapped, only to return him back to that terrible hellhole. He wanted out, knew by now that everyone he knew and loved would be out looking for him, and the thought pained him greatly. All he wanted was to just go home and forget about this episode, not discounting the fact that his kidnappers had to be caught to ensure his safety.
“Look. I don’t care who you are. If you want money, my parents would dish out enough for you to release me. I don’t know what you want and I don’t have any answers, so please, just…let me go.”
Kevyan turned to face the man before him, realization dawning and his lips turned down into a frown. “I do not know who took you. My men found you outside my estate. We’ve been waiting for you to wake and explain where you came from and which pack you belong to.”
“Belong to? I belong to no one, and who the hell are you, anyway?”
“King Kevyan Melrose. The head of my covens.”

Too engrossed in his feelings, he had no time to retreat or stop his body from doing what it wanted before he fingered Kevyan’s shirt and pulled the man to him, kissing him passionately. Their teeth clashed, tongue meshed against each other as they dueled together. Dorian was hot all over, dying with need to crawl into the man and never let go.
“I don’t know what came over me.” Dorian apologized as he pulled back. He stared into deep brown eyes and lost himself all over again. It was like a magnetic pull drawing him toward the other man, and of its own violation, his body sprang forward and smashed their lips together once more in a deep kiss.
“Oh, Kevyan.” Dorian moaned into Kevyan’s mouth, refusing to slow down.
All Dorian knew and wanted was to bathe in the feelings kissing Kevyan evoked in him. He wanted the other man with a fierce passion unlike any he had ever known before. It was exhilarating and scary all at once, and though he had no recollection of anything sexual happening between them, he felt a sense of déjà vu, as though this was what he was born for, who he was born for.
His hands were busy exploring the other man’s body, sifting through thick, coarse hair then down over hard, rippling muscles, and suddenly, the clothes between them became an annoyance. He wanted them off, wanted them naked and writhing together.
As Dorian brought his hand to rip Kevyan’s shirt open, the other man locked his hands in a tight grip, breaking the kiss at the same time. A whimper of need escaped Dorian’s lips and he gazed at the other man with pure, undiluted need, causing the other man to shiver. Dorian shamelessly followed, seeking the Kevyan’s lips but was held back in a tight grip.
Going for the full kill, Dorian gave the other man a soulful look with pouting lips, hoping the message got through. All previous inhibitions vanished in the face of such ecstasy, and Kevyan curled his fingers around the back of his mate’s neck and brought him closer, slanting his head and plunging his tongue deep, licking the inside of his mate’s mouth.
“Yessss. More. Give me more,” Dorian exclaimed breathlessly.
When Dorian moaned, Kevyan continued to savor the taste of his mate, masculine yet sweet. Their mouths melded together as he slowly lowered Dorian to the sofa. Their first time had been fast and furious, and although he had no patience to slow things down, Kevyan wanted to savor the feel of his mate in his arms before giving in to the desire to rip their clothes apart and take his mate wildly.
Kevyan nibbled and licked his way across Dorian’s jaw, sucking the earlobe into his mouth and pleasuring him there whilst releasing the buttons on Dorian’s shirt painfully slow. Once all the buttons were released, Kevyan pulled back to examine the flesh displayed for him.
“So gorgeous, my little spitfire,” Kevyan crooned.
Kevyan licked down the side of Dorian’s neck, over the man’s throat, all the while using his hands to explore the exposed chest. Kevyan nibbled on Dorian’s neck, biting and worrying the area. He had a strong desire to leave his mark on his mate and, with that target in mind, sucked on the skin, careful not to draw blood. When he was sure his mark was clearly visible, he leaned back slightly to admire his handiwork.
“Perfect. You are perfect for me.”
Kevyan crawled on top of Dorian, straddling his mate but not giving him all his weight as he delved back into those tempting lips, sucking and licking before pushing his tongue inside. He swirled his tongue against Dorian’s, relishing the lusty moans which was being released. The heady taste of his mate on his tongue caused Kevyan’s dick to pulse as though he was already inside that sweet haven, thrusting and claiming once more.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016


On each day of each year (2006-2011), the following titles were released. We celebrate each anniversary date by offering a tremendous discount for a limited time. Enjoy them now!

Lovers of Alpha Squad 1
Life had never gone the way Mari wanted. She hasn't had a date in forever, her job is heading no where, and she can't get in touch with her sister. To make matters even more perfect, she has just been kidnapped by Russian mobsters while hiking in the mountains.
Being rescued by not one, but two gorgeous men just made the top of Mari's my life sucks list. They are both totally gorgeous, totally sexy, and totally into her. How is she supposed to choose between them?
But twins Cole and Bear Daniels have the perfect solution. She can have them both. They were telepathic in a way not many were, they could not only talk to each other mentally, they could physically feel what the other was feeling. Because of this, they always knew that they would share a woman.
Now if they could only convince Mari that she was the perfect woman for them both. But convincing Mari that they both want her and are willing to share is harder than Cole and Bear thought it would be, especially when someone is out to kill Mari and they have no idea who.

Monday, February 1, 2016

TIME MACHINE DISCOUNT: Cowboy Keeper (Blaecleah Brothers 2)

        On each day of each year (2006-2011), the following titles were released. We celebrate each anniversary date by offering a tremendous discount for a limited time. Enjoy them now!


Blaecleah Brothers 2

Billy Thornton is a known troublemaker. He's spent the better part of his life doing whatever his brother Clem wanted him to--from intimidating people to stealing from them. The consequences if he resists are life-threatening. Billy has spent more than one night healing after his brother got pissed at him.

The one thing Billy can't do is allow Rourke Blaecleah to be hurt. Billy has loved Rourke for as long as he can remember, even though he knows it is wrong. The only way he can deal with it is to do everything in his power to keep Clem away from Rourke, and that means putting himself in harm's way more than once.

When Rourke corners Billy one night and kisses him, things come to a head. Rourke realizes that the man he has been looking for all of his life is right under his nose. Billy finds that he might actually be able to experience what loving Rourke is like in real life and not just his fantasies. And both men realize that what they have found together has put their lives in danger because Clem is coming for them, and he's not happy.