Wednesday, February 22, 2017




AVAILABLE: Thursday, March 9th

[Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]


I had once thought that my life was the comic relief for the universe. Today, I was positive I had been right in my line of thinking. It was the only way to explain how I ended up sitting on the floor of my favorite Thai restaurant, surrounded by armed men and hostages.

It was my anniversary after all.        
I wanted to go to Lany the moment I stepped into the Thai Rose and saw him kneeling on the floor next to Eddie, but dealing with the people threatening him with guns came first. I didn't want him in the line of fire if trouble started. Of course, knowing Lany's luck, just being on the same city block put him in the line of fire.  

He was a hot mess.

Note: This book is written in the first-person point of view of both main characters.


Stealing His Warrior's Heart
Warrior of Akasha
Níx is a thief, and he makes no apologies for it. When he spots a handsome warrior walking through the marketplace, he sees an easy mark, and a purse full of coin. Stealing from the Captain of the Royal Guard of the House of Elvellon, was never in his plans. But revenge is.
Hot Mess 1
Cinnamon and whiskey had a delicious scent and it was S.W.A.T. commander, Lt. Salvador Delvecchio. I wanted to roll in that scent, sink into it, and never come out. I wanted to be consumed by everything that was the lethal man who had rescued me and decided I belonged to him.
I was a hot mess.
Battle Bunnies 4
Barclay knows he's going to die. He makes the ultimate sacrifice by refusing to mate with his sweet duck. African Buffalo, Tavarus, sees things a bit differently, and he has the strength to back up his opinion. For Barclay, losing control never felt so good.
Battle Bunnies 5
Basil is the last unmated Battle Bunny, but there's a reason. The tiger stalking him is his mate, and Basil has known it for years. As strong as the mate draw is, Basil doesn't know if he can trust the handsome tiger.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

RELEASE DAY: Beyond Regret (Dark Court 2)


Dark Court 2

available now!

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

Doc has quietly loved Rocky through their years together as Marines. But their arrival at the Seelie court and a lust-fueled encounter shatter all his expectations. One stolen passionate encounter unravels years of friendship. Devastated, Doc volunteers to lead the search for Monte, a Seelie elf missing in the human realm.

Locating Monte doesn’t turn out to be nearly as difficult as Doc expected, a small mercy now that Doc is sharing a cell with the elf. Despite the dire circumstances, Monte appeals to Doc on every level. He’s sweet, passionate, and utterly open to Doc.

Shattered by Doc’s departure, Rocky sets out to rescue the man he loves. Discovering Doc with another hurts, but as their escape turns dangerous, Rocky finds that to love Doc, he’ll have to make room in his heart for Monte, too.

Note: This books was previously published and has been revised and extended.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017


Be Mine
a Valentine’s Novella

by: Frey Ortega

Jackson Darragh has the best Valentine's Day planned--dinner and romantic gesture included. All those plans blow up when his boyfriend suddenly breaks up with him. Broken and dejected, he goes to his neighborhood gay club to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
David Young didn't know what possessed him when he leaves his Mormon family abruptly for a life of total authenticity in the big city. Alone, his first taste of independence lands him at a gay club with no prospects, no roof over his head, only a future filled with uncertainty. All he has is the desire to live a life that is wholly his own.
A strange twist of fate and one conversation overhead through club music later, and David finds himself living with the kindhearted Jackson.
Now, one year later, Jackson is still hurting from his sudden break-up. David, who can't fight off his attraction for his friend any longer, is determined to make better Valentine's memories for Jackson. The more time that passes, the more Jackson wants to see the light come back in the brooding artist's eyes. He knows he has only to say those two magic words, and their lives change forever.
"Be mine."

Be Mine is a stand-alone friends-to-lovers gay romance novella with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
Story Snippet:


David turned to look at a figure sitting nearby. He hadn’t seen the man from behind Sare, but he realized there was actually a man sitting there, with a good couple of shot glasses scattered around in front of him.

The strange, tipsy, borderline drunk man looked rather handsome. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with one of the buttons unbuttoned, and his hair was mussed, though David could see that he’d put some hair product of some kind in his dark, wavy, cocoa brown-colored hair.

He had the aquiline features of one of those angel statues David had seen. So handsome, if the drunk hadn’t looked like he was in repose. David’s cock even had a little twitch of a response, though he felt a little ashamed of that.

David’s first thoughts shouldn’t have been that he wanted to fuck a stranger in a bar, no matter that it was a status quo.

Overall, the stranger looked a little disheveled and stressed, but there weren’t any alarm bells ringing in David’s mind at first glance of him. In fact, if it weren’t for the grimace on the guy’s face, David might have been a stammering mess in the stranger’s proximity. He was never very good at talking to attractive people.

If the man beside him hadn’t looked like he’d been drinking to forget something painful, David would have tried to screw his courage to the sticking place—Shakespeare pun intended—and maybe he’d have tried to ask the stranger out on a date. He was already out, why not try to be courageous, right? Forget the fact that he didn’t have a home, or work!

Self-preservation told him not to do that, though. Years of having to hide his sexuality and his entire identity tended to do that.

“Hello,” David replied, and politely he added, “May I help you?”

“What you said back there, about leaving home,” the stranger asked. “Was any of that true?”

David blinked.

“Yes, that was all true,” he replied. “I figure I might stay at a motel for a couple of nights while I try to figure my situation out.”

“Do you want a place to live? I have an extra unit available in my building. I bought the entire place recently, so it’s barebones as shit, but we can work something out if you’re interested,” the man said, taking a swig of another shot of hard liquor.

“Is there a catch?” David asked, his voice clearly a little incredulous. He knew not to expect handouts or too much charity in the big city, but…was there something about his face that made people want to go out of their way to help him? Maybe it was just something about being gay? Or was this one of those serendipitous moments in time where things were just aligning incredibly perfectly?

“No catch, except for the fact that I only have an old mattress and some older stuff I’d much rather give to a guy who knows what he wants out of life, and I need a tenant anyway. There’s a lot of space I don’t need in my building,” the man replied. “I’m Jackson, by the way. Call me Jack.”

“I’m David Young. It’s nice to meet you.”

Jack grinned. “Boy, you’re real polite, aren’t you? It’s nice to meet you, David Young.”

David felt some heat in his cheeks at that statement. “It’s just how I was raised.”


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Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

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coming March 9th
I had once thought that my life was the comic relief for the universe. Today, I was positive I had been right in my line of thinking. It was the only way to explain how I ended up sitting on the floor of my favorite Thai restaurant, surrounded by armed men and hostages.
It was my anniversary after all.
I wanted to go to Lany the moment I stepped into the Thai Rose and saw him kneeling on the floor next to Eddie, but dealing with the people threatening him with guns came first. I didn't want him in the line of fire if trouble started. Of course, knowing Lany's luck, just being on the same city block put him in the line of fire.
He was a hot mess.

I had once thought that my life was the comic relief for the universe. Today, I was positive I had been right in my line of thinking. It was the only way to explain how I ended up sitting on the floor of my favorite Thai restaurant, surrounded by armed men and hostages.
It was my anniversary after all.
Every year for the last three years—four if you count the actual day I had met Lt. Salvador Delvecchio and he decided to keep me—something occurred that fucked up us spending our anniversary together.
On our first anniversary, Sal had been sucked into going undercover. To give the man some due, he had thought our anniversary was a week later than it actually was. That hadn't been the problem. That, I would have understood. It was him trying to hide what he was doing from me that caused our world to turn upside down.
He never made that mistake again.
Last year, Sal had been hurt on the job while chasing a perp. I had been hurt while trying to protect him, and then things got really interesting.
This time around, I had planned to skip all the bells and whistles—or sheer fabric shirt and g-string, in our case—and just let whatever happened happen.
This was not what I had in mind.
I glanced to the brown haired man sitting to my left. His blue eyes were as round as they could be, watching every little thing our captors did. With Lyn Philips being a police officer and all, that kind of made sense. He was probably watching so he could give a good statement later and help prosecute the bad guys.
A quick glance to my right showed that my other friend wasn't so wide eyed. In fact, his eyes were narrowed into tiny little slits. I had a sinking feeling he was seething with anger. That too made sense. Eddie Wu tended to get angry when people tried to cage him in. More than one idiot had learned that the hard way.
I was afraid these morons were going to learn it, too.
I just wasn't sure if it was going to be the SWAT unit Sal belonged to that was going to teach them that valuable lesson or the "alleged" mobsters that kept Eddie safe that were going to do it. Either way, these bumbling idiots didn't have a chance in hell.
My eyes rounded and snapped to the three armed men when my phone suddenly started playing the theme song from "Bad Boys". It was stereotypical to have that as Sal's ringtone, but "I want to sex you up" wasn't exactly appropriate.
I winced when the song snippet played again and again, drawing more attention than I really wanted at the moment.
I jumped and cringed back when one of the gunmen stopped in front of me. I wanted to reach up and break off the finger he pointed at me.
I didn't.
"Get up."
I swallowed tightly, the ball of nerves clogging my throat making it hard to breathe.
"Hurry the hell up!" the masked man snapped when I didn't move fast enough.
When he waved his very large, very black automatic rifle at me, I scrambled to my feet. I had seen enough weapons in my time to know that this idiots gun could not only take me out if fired, but half the hostages in the place.
"Give me your phone."
I pulled it out of my pocket.
"Will I get it back?" I asked as I gripped it tightly in my hand, not handing it over. I liked my phone. Sal had given it to me. It was neon green. "Because it has all my pictures and stuff on it, not to mention my phone numbers, and god knows I can't remember a phone number to save my life. It's just so much easier dialing one or two or seven or whatever. Don't you think?"
The dark eyes visible through the small round holes in the guy's mask widened briefly before filling with anger.
I always expect violence to happen when I'm being held hostage—or kidnapped or attacked by hit men or driving a car—but then when it does, I'm still surprised. When the man pistol whipped me across the face, I cried out, grabbing at my cheek, which hurt like hell.
A shaft of pain ripped through the side of my face, and for a moment, I wondered if my jaw was broken. I opened my mouth wide, feeling my jaw pop. Okay. Maybe not broken, but damn, it hurt.
I stared at him. Hard. "Why'd you do that? I was going to give you my phone."
My opinion of the man's manners didn't get any better when he grabbed me and dragged me over to the hostess counter where his two friends were standing. I much preferred the floor with the other hostages.
Well, truthfully, I preferred my penthouse, but I didn't think I was going to get my wish there, and it wasn't like I was going to invite these yahoos back to play Parcheesi.
"What is your name?" the man I thought of as the "chief asshole" asked.
Well, he kind of demanded.
"Lany Delvecchio."
That's what it said on my driver's license, and I had no problem sharing that bit of information. I was proud to be Lany Delvecchio. It was better than Lancaster Harris III, the name I had been born with.
Sal had christened me Lany when we met. He had made me a Delvecchio when we got married three years ago.
I went by nothing else.
Well, I went by caro, too, but only for Sal. And my parents and uncle called me Junior. I hated it, but long ago accepted it.
My eyes popped wider when the man held my cell phone out to me. I started to reach for it, but then paused, the wheels in my brain working over time. Hell, they were practically leaving skid marks.
"He just took my phone from me." I gestured toward Mr. Meany. "Why are you giving it back?"
"I want you to make a little phone call."
"Oh hell no!" I took two steps back before spinning and running back over to where Eddie and Lyn sat. There was no way I was going to be the go between for these idiots.
As big as their guns were, Sal's were bigger.
"Hey!" the chief idiot shouted. "Get your ass back here."
I jumped when the man fired off a round into the ceiling, but that didn't stop me from returning to my spot on the floor.
They might have been idiots, but I wasn't.
I rolled my eyes at Eddie and Lyn as I crawled between them and sat down.
"I'm gonna shoot your ass if you don't get back here."
I shook my head vehemently. "Then you're just going to have to shoot me. I'm not making that phone call."
"He wants you to make a phone call?" Lyn asked.
I nodded.
"But he just took your phone."
"I know, right?"
It was nice to know I wasn't the only one that saw that as weird.
And somewhat counterproductive.
Just how unprofessional were these guys?
"Who does he want you to call?" Eddie asked.
I just stared at the man.
Eddie's eyes rounded as he sucked in a quick breath. "Oh no, you can't do that."

"I've been waiting for you, caro."
Sal's beautiful copper colored eyes were filled with heat as he gazed down at me. "Ho bisogno di essere dentro di te."
I swallowed tightly.
God, I loved this man.
I had wanted Sal from the moment I first laid eyes on him. Things between us had been intense almost from the moment we met. I had serious doubts that I would ever get enough of my handsome Italian SWAT officer.
Italian. SWAT. Police officer...this was a wet dream waiting to happen.
"Clothes off, caro." Sal's voice was deep, and slightly rough.
I shivered as Sal released me. My hands shook as I stood and started stripping my clothes off. It wasn't like it had been that long since the last time we had sex—in the shower this morning before Sal went to work—but if felt as if an eternity had passed us by.
 I groaned when I bent to remove my socks and felt a hand glide over my ass, giving me a little pat.
"I love your ass, Lany."
Not exactly romantic, but I'd take it.
I turned to watch Sal toss his clothes aside. When he was done, Sal stepped up to me, cupped my face between his hands, and then leaned down and melded our lips together in a kiss that made my toes curl.
The man was a really good kisser.
I moaned with wanton abandon when Sal cupped my ass in his large hands, pulling me closer, taking the kiss deeper. Goose bumps broke out over my skin when Sal's hands left my ass and slid over my back. I wanted to climb the large man like a monkey and hang on until we melded together.
"You're mine, Lany, all mine."
I was.
I nodded vigorously.
A low guttural growl left Sal's lips. 
"On your back, caro," he instructed.
I twisted around and jumped up on the bed, scrambling to do as Sal commanded. My skin buzzed with excitement at the knowledge that Sal was going to claim me again. I laid down on my back and spread my legs wide.
"Beautiful," Sal whispered as his eyes roamed over my naked body. The molten heat in his eyes was something I knew only burned for me.
I fisted the sheets as Sal dropped to his knees and crawled up the blanket, his hands smoothing over my legs. I was dying to move, to wiggle around and beg Sal to fuck me already, but I sealed my plea behind my lips. Sal seemed to be on some sort of mission tonight, and I wasn't about to mess that up.
My eyes damn near rolled to the back of my head as Sal's fingertips played over my skin, slowly making their way up my thighs toward my aching cock. I almost whined at the slow pace.
When Sal wrapped his large hand around my hard shaft, I couldn't stop my moan. I spread my legs wider as Sal stroked my cock from root to tip and then back down again. Sal's other hand cupped my balls, massaging them between his fingers.
He was really good at that.
I writhed and squirmed on the bed, moaning loudly as I succumbed to the waves of ecstasy trying to pull me under. I lay there, drowning in a flood tide of exquisite rapture as Sal took me to another place, a place where I was no longer my own person. It was a place where Sal owned me, mind, body, and soul.
"Come for me, caro."
My back left the sheets as I arched up and cried out, hot jets of cum shooting from my cock. The pleasure was pure and explosive. I shouted Sal's name, thrashing my head from side to side.
Sal stroked my cock through my entire orgasm. I panted heavily as Sal milked my cock, pulling every last drop from my balls.
"You're beautiful when you come, Lany," Sal whispered. "The way you look at me, you make me feel like I could conquer the world."
I licked my lips as I gazed at Sal, wonderment filling me. I was always so amazed that a man like Sal had not only wanted me, but had kept me. He had saved me from a beat down in a bar and swept me off my feet from the very beginning. Of everyone I had ever known, Sal was the one who never let me down. He was it for me. Without him, I was nothing.
"Ero fatto per te."
Sal's eyes flickered up to mine. "You were made for me, caro."
I watched as Sal swiped his fingers through the cum cooling on my groin and then reached below me. My breath hissed out of my mouth when Sal circled my hole with his large finger. At that moment, all I wanted was to feel Sal deep inside of him.
"Fuck me, Sal."

Wednesday, February 8, 2017



Dark Court 3


AVAILABLE: Thursday, February 23rd

[Erotic Alternative Fantasy Paranormal, M/M, HEA]

Brandon Thomas liked his job as an orderly at the Gervais Institute of Study, but, lately, things have started to get a little weird. The military moved in and armed soldiers roamed the halls. Told to report to his supervisor, he's surprised to learn that he has received a promotion.  

Brandon's promotion turns into a nightmare when he is poked and prodded by a mad doctor and told he is now part of a government experiment. Escaping seems impossible until a sexy man with beautiful blue eyes comes to Brandon's rescue.  

One thing leads to another and Brandon finds himself bonded to a Seelie elf from another world. On the run from the institute's retrieval team, Brandon tries to understand everything Kavin is telling him while wondering if the man is crazy. He has to be right?  

But Brandon's nightmare isn't over. When he's forced to go through the veil between worlds, Brandon ends up in the Unseelie Court and in the hands of a total stranger. With no hope of escape, Brandon wonders if he will ever see his perfect elf again.

Note: This books was previously published and has been revised and extended.