Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Wolf Creek Pack 4

AVAILABLE: Wednesday, November 25th

To uphold peace between werewolves and vampires, Devlin Morgan, a werewolf, must return the body of a deceased vampire princess to her coven. When he arrives he discovers Prince Zacarius Ivinovav, the ruling prince and brother of the dead vampire princess.

The attraction between the two men is instant, but their love is forbidden. Vampires and werewolves have been enemies for nearly 500 years, ever since the Great War. But Devlin and Zacarius are unable to fight their desire for each other and eventually give in.

They're torn by their emotions, but they'll have to work things out in time to save Zacarius from a violent stranger. Can they ever be together, or will the animosity between werewolves and vampires lead to the end of their mating?

"Your highness, there's a gentleman at the gate asking to see you. He's come under a flag of truce."
Prince Zacarius Ivinovav looked up from the book he read to see his manservant, Alfred, standing in the doorway of his study. The man looked nervous, which seemed strange for Alfred. He always looked totally controlled and unaffected by everything.
"Who is it, Alfred?" he asked, shutting his book and setting it down on the small table next to his chair. Zacarius's eyes widened when Alfred actually shuddered.
"He said his name is Devlin Morgan, sir."
"Fierce bravery, I'm intrigued," Zacarius murmured.
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Oh, nothing, Alfred," Zacarius said as he stood to his feet and waved his hand at Alfred. "I was just commenting on his name. Devlin means fierce bravery in Gaelic. Well, let him in, Alfred."
"Your highness," Alfred said and shuddered again. "He's a shifter."
"You don't say?" Zacarius asked in surprise. "Well, by all means, show him in. And Alfred, make sure everyone knows he's here as my guest. No aggression. Is that understood?"
"But sir, he's a shifter."
"I'm fully aware of that, Alfred," Zacarius replied. "But he has come to our gate under a flag of truce, and we must honor that. No one is to make any moves toward him or they will secure my wrath. Is that clearly understood?"
"Yes, of course, your highness," Alfred replied. "I'll show him in right away."
Zacarius nodded. He chuckled to himself as Alfred hurried from the room. The man was a mystery,[S51] two hundred years old if he was a day and never a hair out of place. His butler suits always looked pressed and wrinkle-free. And he never ever seemed ruffled by anything.
Having a shifter show up at the front gate, flag of truce or not, seemed to have done just that. Zacarius couldn't blame Alfred. The long standing animosity between vampires and werewolves went back several centuries.
Zacarius, being just over five hundred years old, could remember the war between the two species from his childhood. By the time he grew into his adulthood, werewolves and vampires were already at each other's throats.
It would be interesting to discover why a shifter darkened his doorstep now. He couldn't remember the last time he actually saw a one in person, maybe fifty or sixty years ago.
Zacarius sat in one of the two wing back chairs situated in front of the roaring fire. He slowly sipped hundred year old scotch from a crystal glass and waited for the shifter to be shown to his study. Yes, this would very interesting indeed.
"Come," Zacarius said a few minutes later when a soft knock sounded at his door. He turned to see Alfred open the door and a rather impressive figure walked in. Zacarius found himself immediately intrigued by the man's roguish good looks. He didn't remember shifters looking quite so handsome.
"Devlin Morgan, your highness," Alfred said.
Zacarius rose to his feet and walked a few steps closer to the shifter. "Thank you, Alfred. That will be all."
"Very well, sir," Alfred replied. Zacarius could see that he wanted to protest, but Alfred would never dream of being anything except efficient and obedient, one of the reasons Zacarius retained the man's services for the past fifty years. "Just ring me if you require anything, your highness."
Zacarius waited for the door to close then gave into his desire to fully view the man that stood before him. He noted that while he had a self-assured quality about him, small beads of sweat trickled down his temple.
He must be nervous. Zacarius leaned forward just a bit and sniffed the air around him. A tingling in the pit of his stomach came over him as deep, earthy masculine musk assailed his senses. Devlin Morgan smelled glorious.
He didn't miss the Devlin's's obvious examination and approval either. A slight seductive grin crossed the man's lips as his sexy copper eyes slid downward. Zacarius knew the moment his gaze landed on the hardness pressed against his own tight black leather pants.
His eyes widened as the thick scent of arousal permeated the room. His eyes moved to Zacarius's face, his gaze bore into his in silent expectation. Zacarius smirked as he moved over to his liquor cabinet.
"Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Morgan?"
"Devlin, please," he replied. "And I'll take a scotch if you have it."
"Of course," Zacarius said. "Neat?"
"Of course." Devlin chuckled.
Zacarius poured him a drink then topped his own drink off. He handed Devlin his glass then sat down in the chair he occupied before. He gestured for Devlin to join him.
"So, what brings you to my gate, Devlin Morgan?"
"You do understand that I am here under a flag of truce?" Devlin asked. "I want no trouble, but my alpha ordered me here."
"And why would your alpha want you to come visit me?" Zacarius asked. "I doubt I even know the man."
True enough. Zacarius was positive he didn't know him. He was, however, very interested in getting to know the man that sat across from him. Devlin Morgan might be a shifter, but a damn good-looking one.
"It concerns your sister, Princess Adrianna."
Well shit! Zacarius frowned. If Adrianna was involved, it couldn't be good. The girl started making trouble the moment she left the cradle. Zacarius couldn't even begin to count the messes he dragged her out of.
"And what kind of trouble has my dear sister gotten herself into this time?"
Devlin looked hesitant. Zacarius detected a change in his scent as if his level of apprehension suddenly increased. Devlin twisted his hands together, dropping his gaze to look down at the fire.
Zacarius was surprised enough by the look of regret on Devlin's face when he glanced back up that he couldn't hide his reaction when he continued.
"I'm afraid your sister has been killed."

Zacarius smoothed his ruffled purple shirt down his chest then picked off a few pieces of lint on his shoulder. He wanted to look his absolute best for his dinner date. The handsome shifter might not know it was a date, but that's exactly what Zacarius planned.
The whole werewolf versus vampire thing didn't bother Zacarius. The way Devlin's tight jeans stretched across his ass, an ass Zacarius very much wanted a piece of, bothered him a whole lot more.
So, a private candle light dinner for two in Zacarius's quarters, a good bottle of wine to relax the tension, a roaring fire, and Zacarius hoped to get to know his guest better, a whole lot better.
"Your highness, if I may speak?"
"Certainly, Alfred," Zacarius replied, still looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"Are you sure this is such a good idea?" Alfred asked. "Werewolves are dangerous. They have no restraint. He's bound to lose control and shift, attacking you or…or worse."
Zacarius chuckled. "Devlin is no threat to me, Alfred, but I do appreciate your concern."
"How can you be sure, your highness?" Alfred whined. "He's a shifter!"
Zacarius heard the horror in Alfred's voice. He imagined Alfred believed exactly as he spoke. Alfred was too young to remember a time when vampires and werewolves coexisted together. He only knew the time of strife between the two species.
Alfred didn't understand that the war started so long ago that most people didn't even remember why it began. Zacarius was one of the lucky ones. He was old enough to remember.
"It will be fine, Alfred."
"Are you sure, your highness?" Alfred asked.
"I promise. Devlin means me no harm." Zacarius said.
"I still don't like it, sir."
Zacarius chuckled. "I'm sure you don't, Alfred."
"Please, your highness, please just promise me you'll be careful?" Alfred asked. "I don't trust this man."
"Alfred, you don't trust anyone."
Alfred gave Zacarius one of his rare smiles. "That is true, sir."
"Go make sure my dinner is ready, Alfred, before I forget why I hired you and feed you to the werewolf."
"As you wish, your highness."
Zacarius shook his head in amusement as Alfred hurried from the room. Despite what he said, Zacarius would never get rid of Alfred. He kept Zacarius's life simple and running smoothly. He didn't know what he'd do without him.
Zacarius walked out of his bedroom into the sitting area of his private apartment. He glanced around to insure everything met his satisfaction. Alfred grumbled the entire time he did as Zacarius ordered, but apparently he did it well.
A small intimate table for two sat by the windows overlooking the garden below. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket next to the table. A roaring fire burned in the fireplace. The low lights gave the room a sensuous feel. Alfred had outdone himself.
Now, time to get his guest. Zacarius walked over to the door connecting his suite to the one next door. Originally planned for the princess's rooms, they often used as a guest room for his special visitors.
He knocked twice then opened the door. He saw no sign of Devlin. For a brief moment, Zacarius felt his heart thunder in his chest as he considered the possibility that Devlin might have fled, until he heard the shower.
Curiosity may have killed the cat but it inspired the vampire. Zacarius walked to the bathroom and eased the door open. Steam filled the room. Lust filled Zacarius's body.
Devlin stood under the shower spray, his head thrown back, the corded muscles on his neck strained tight. Zacarius muffled his groan by biting into the heel of his hand. Devlin's hand was wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself.
Zacarius hardened so fast he got dizzy from loss of blood to his brain. It all pooled in his pants. Devlin's body looked like a work of art, and Zacarius wanted to study him from the top of his head to the bottoms of his perfectly formed feet.
Devlin reminded Zacarius of a Greek statue, all hard muscles and lean lines. The trail of hair going down his abdomen from the dark brown hair across his chest lent a hint to the true nature of the beast.
The muffled grunt from the shower mirrored Zacarius's. Devlin's body stiffened then ropes of pearly seed spurted from his cock. Zacarius would have given his entire kingdom to taste that creamy liquid. He licked his lips, just imaging how sweet and tangy the man must taste.
When Devlin finally dropped his hand from his spent cock, his body heaving, Zacarius quickly backed out of the room and closed the door as quietly as he could. He leaned his head against the cool wood, his breathing rapid as he tried to calm his ravenous lust.
He wanted Devlin Morgan, and he didn't care if the man was a werewolf or not. He just needed to figure out how to make it happen. As interested as Zacarius knew Devlin was, he wasn't sure the shifter could cross the invisible boundary between them. He'd have to dangle the right incentive in front of the man. Himself.

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Brandon and Nicolas immediately know that they have something special. Besides the instant sexual attraction that they feel for each other, they both seem to want the same things in a lover and life mate. But can true love happen overnight?

For straight-laced club owner Darius Alexander, Julian is perfection; his wild ways, his bold colors, his gorgeous good looks, all add up to the man of his dreams. He wants him immediately and is determined to have him any way he can.

Available now in the print collection,
Sweet Perfection!

Vadim Miroslav always dreamed of finding his mate, he just never expected to for his mate to find him. Little did he realize that by claiming Sasha, his entire life would be changed forever. Vadim is captivated by the sweet and giving nature of his sexy little mate. Sasha is stunned by the way Vadim seems to respect his omega status.

Vadim never wanted to be the alpha of his own pack. He avoided it at all costs, even if it meant appearing inadequate to his own pack. But, in a bid to save his newly claimed mate, Vadim does the one thing he has always tried to avoid. He takes on Sasha's abusive alpha… and wins, becoming the new alpha of Sasha's pack. Can he take the control of an isolated pack of werewolves and still keep his mate safe?

Thomas is driving across country when 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 his sexy little butt out of trouble.
Cary is a tri omega. Without two mates he will die, so he's excited when he finds his mates, Ryce and Saul. But what happens when Saul refuses to claim him? Could Saul really be as cold hearted as he seems or is he hiding a dark secret?

Available now in the print collection,
Tri Omega Mates: Volume Two

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By G.A. Hauser

Identical twins Donny and Danny Rothschild are never at a shortage to have sex with men, but Donny has grown bored with casual flings and craves a challenge. So the brothers make a bet: to be the first to find, seduce, and conquer a straight man.

Pretending to be the same person, Donny and Danny seek out their macho heterosexual male prey into their bed to use and enjoy. Yet neither brother could predict the anger, jealousy, and emotion that comes with such an unwholesome game. When loving devotion between the twins changes to a competition and venomous fury, the odds become stacked against them and the bond that connects them is stretched to the breaking point.

Which is strong, the connection they have shared since birth or the yearning to become independent and successful and in love with the perfect man, regardless of the consequences?

Available Now from The GA Hauser Collection

Sunday, November 8, 2009


Sammy Dane

Police Officer James Everson seems to go from one guy to another, never finding exactly what he wants. Frustrated and out of sorts he goes to a local gay bar in the hopes of finding a guy and burning off some steam. What he finds is Sammy.

Samuel Dane Summers is a confirmed geek. He has all the classic symptoms, glasses, baggy slacks, white button down shirts. He’s a vegetarian. He forgets everything from paying his bills to locking his doors. Sammy needs a keeper. The one good thing he does is write erotic gay romance novels.

When these two meet, the fireworks explode. Sammy rocks James’s world, giving him the best sexual experience of his life. When it’s over, Sammy disappears.

James is devastated. He becomes obsessed with finding Sammy again. But an obsessed fan also wants to get his hands on Sammy, believing the books Sammy writes is their love story and he’s not above taking James out of the picture to do it. Can James save his sexy little writer before it's too late or will he lose him forever?

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Sunday, November 1, 2009

Featured Author Contest - Enter to Win!!!


I'm having a contest.

I'm celebrating the release of His Gentle Touch.

1st Prize: eBook copy of all four currently released Tri Omega Mates (Secret Desires, Forbidden Desires, Hidden Desires, and Stolen Desires).

2nd Prize: a signed print copy of
Tri Omega Mates: Volume One

3rd Prize: one eBook copy of any CURRENTLY released book found on my book page

To enter, you must answer three questions:

  1. Who is Micah with when the annulment papers arrive?
  2. How many jobs does Micah work?
  3. How long has it been since Gideon walked out on Micah?

Please visit Coffee Time Romance and More's Contest Page, scroll down to my contest announcement, and enter to win. http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/ContestPage.html

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