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Stone, Silver Devils MC 1
Coming to Evernight Publishing December 15, 2017
*AMAZING* Cover art created by the fabulously talented Jay Aheer
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The last thing that Ava Charleston ever dreamed that she would do was run for her life, after all she was just a wedding planner and the worst thing to ever happen in her life was that a bride had cold feet and had to be reminded of why she was marrying the man she was marrying. However here she was, running away from the life she had built and back toward a home she hadn’t been to in more years than she could count.

She made a phone call to the only family she had left there, a cousin that she had who still lived in Louisiana that she knew she could trust. A man that would hide her, she just had to get to him.

Stone Mayhew was president of the Silver Devils, a one percenter motorcycle club that is a take no shit or prisoners club that ran drugs, weapons and anything else that would earn them coin from Mexico into the United States. He had killed more men than he cared to count both in his time in the military and especially his time as a Silver Devil. So, when a brother received a call from his cousin begging for help, Stone was one of the first ones there to help his friend, Sarge.

The miles that separated them were long so they met in the middle and the moment Stone met Ava he knew that she was it for him, just like his daddy had told him would happen to him one day. Spending a night with her solidified that in his mind. Once they were home Stone knew that he would do whatever it took in order to ensure that Ava remained safe, kill whoever it took in order to keep her safe.

He just didn’t realize it would have to happen the second that they arrived back at the Club.

Misunderstandings lead to more danger and that leads them all to chasing down trouble through the Bayous of Louisiana and once he has found Ava again stone vows never to let her go again.

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Her Best Friend’s Husband by Doris O’Connor <3

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Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new release Her Best Friend’s Husband. Like so many of my stories the idea for this one was first sparked by a picture and the resulting tease on my blog.

The picture was a naked guy in bed, holding a wedding cake. How did I arrive from that to this story? Well, my muse works in mysterious ways, lol. The story slowly evolved and it was stuck in limbo for a long time, until I got the urge one day to pick up that manuscript, and the rest is history, as they say. J

I had such fun writing these three, and the intricacies of their relationship as they try to work out whether three is indeed better than two. So much so, in fact, that I’m planning a follow up to their story in due course.

For now, enjoy seeing Naomi struggle with her feelings for her best friend and his husband. To quote her. “Who does that?”

Naomi, for sure, and when she realizes the guys feel the same way…. Well… you might need a fan or a glass of water when you’re reading some scenes.

**Fans self. Doris, I love your work and will snatch up anything you write. This one however, wowza, mega awesome!! I love the “Dom voice” and how it comes across so strongly in the pages. **

Your best friend’s wedding is not the time to realize how much you love him…

Wedding organizer Naomi Young is not only head-over-heels in love with her best friend, she lusts after his husband.

Which is all kinds of wrong—isn’t it? Maybe not. Especially when she discovers the attraction is not as one-sided as she thought.

Dom Dawson Monroe has never had a problem going after what he wants. Both he and his new husband Josh Garrison enjoy a woman’s soft touch, so who better to satisfy that need than the one woman Josh is madly in love with? Time to claim them both as his submissives.

Convention be damned. Happiness is to be found in the soft curves of Naomi’s body, as long as they can convince her that this is forever. Only time will tell if the loving twosome can become an even more loving threesome.

Be Warned: BDSM, m/m sex, menage sex (MMF), double penetration

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Excerpt:

“Perhaps the boy’s timing was unfortunate, but he would only owe you an apology if you hadn’t enjoyed that kiss. And we all know you did. I’d wager you’re getting wet just remembering those kisses. I know I got hard witnessing it. You two look hot together.”

Naomi gasped and opened her mouth as though to protest, but one knowing smirk from Dawson meant she simply shook her head.

“Nothing to say to that, little one?”

That question, delivered in that deep, dark, gravelly voice—his Dom voice, as Josh called it—appeared to have the same effect on Naomi, as it always did on him. Her breathing sped up, and she tensed. While he couldn’t see them from his position in his back seat, Josh bet his next orgasm that her nipples were hard little beacons signaling her arousal as clearly as the moan she swallowed. It made him wish this infernal journey was over already. He couldn’t wait to see his life-long friend squirm in pleasure under his and Dawson’s hands.

His Master’s gaze dropped down to Naomi’s cleavage and Dawson’s grin turned positively sinful.

“Never mind words, your body gives you away. If I touched you now, I’d find you sopping wet for us, wouldn’t I? In fact…”

Dawson reached across and placed his large hand on Naomi’s knee. She jumped but didn’t stop him as he proceeded to pull up the hem of her dress, exposing acres of dark skin.  The contrast of Dawson’s much lighter hand on Naomi’s thighs was startling. Josh groaned, and Naomi crunched the gear again as the traffic started moving.

“Please, I … don’t.” She flung an imploring look at Master and gasped when his hand briefly disappeared between her ample thighs. Josh balled his hands into fists to stop himself from grasping his dick, because seeing Master’s hand reappear seconds later, his digits glistening with the unmistakable evidence of Naomi’s arousal … fuck, that was hot.

Dawson grinned, licked one digit, and then held his hand out for Josh.

“Here, have a taste.”

His amber eyes darkened when Josh grasped Master’s hand. Naomi’s sweet, addictive taste exploded on his taste buds, made ten times more potent because it was mixed in with the familiar scent of the man he loved to distraction. Josh’s balls drew up in response, and he grunted as his dick jerked inside his pants.

“No coming without my say-so, boy. Besides, you make a mess in our girl’s car you’ll be cleaning it up.”

“Oh my God, you two are too much. I’m sitting right here, you know. Are either one of you going to actually ask me what I think?”

Naomi’s voice had risen to a shrill screech in her agitation. It served as an ice-cold dampener to Josh’s arousal, and he hastily released Dawson’s hand.

“Of course, we do.” He threw an imploring glance at his husband, and Dawson gave a sharp nod. Relief flooded through Josh, at that non-verbal confirmation that his Master was more than willing to step in.

“None of this will work without your consent, and communication is vital. I just don’t appreciate you lying to yourself, or us, girl,” Dawson said.

Naomi tensed further, and Josh could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Any minute now she would explode in anger.

“Look, Naomi, what Dawson is trying to say—”

“Spare me, Josh.” Naomi glared at him through the rearview mirror, and in a move that wouldn’t have been amiss in a Bond movie, she pulled into the fast lane and put her foot down, as the traffic cleared. Dawson’s hand braced on the dashboard again, and when he looked all set to say something, Josh put his hand on his Master’s shoulder. Dawson glanced back at him, and his brows drew together in a frown at Josh’s shake of the head. He heeded his request, however, and didn’t say anything, as Naomi broke every speed limit in the land in her haste to seemingly get away from them all.

An awkward silence fell between them all, only broken by Naomi’s soft curses when she had to slow down for the inevitable traffic, interspersed by Dawson’s sighs.

Oh, Master was pissed and getting more annoyed by the minute. One of Dawson’s unbreakable rules was the need for his submissives to stay safe. Unwittingly Naomi was breaking that rule, and Josh knew he had to say something to calm this situation down.

“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Getting us killed will not get us there any faster. I’m sorry okay.”

Naomi gasped and glanced at him through the mirror. The sheen of tears in her eyes was like a punch to the gut, and he put his hand on her shoulder. He took the fact that she didn’t immediately shrug him off as a good sign. “I’m sorry I sprung this on you, but I’m not sorry I kissed you. I’m not sorry this is out in the open. We should have probably had this conversation before I got married, but there never seemed a right time, and I’m a fucking coward, okay? I was too afraid to lose our friendship, but we could be so good together. All of us.”

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About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Phenex’s Retribution by Ravenna Tate

PHENEX’S RETRIBUTION
Demons On Wheels MC 4
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They don’t call her Wonder Tongue for nothing, but Meghan Sanders longs to be more than a sweetbutt, cook, and bartender at Scotty’s Place – the posh strip club the Demons on Wheels MC owns. She wants Phenex. She’s held that secret in her heart, never daring to wonder if he felt the same way. Because if he knew her past, why would he want her?

Phenex, the Demons on Wheels MC Road Captain, finds it difficult to get close to anyone. A tragic event in his childhood keeps him emotionally closed and distant. When he accidentally uncovers something hidden in Meghan’s past, a stronger bond than great sex begins to form. He’s had a thing for this extraordinary woman for two years, but she doesn’t know that.

Can these two heal old wounds that hold their hearts captive, and find love with one another? Or is it too late?

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They didn’t call her Wonder Tongue for nothing. But before he enjoyed one of her fantastic blowjobs, Phenex wanted to make her come. Hard. That asshole tonight hitting her had pissed him off something fierce. Not only was she the kindest sweetbutt here, but she was one hell of a cook and bartender.

At twenty-seven years old, she was more mature than most of the people who lived here, even those older than she was. Phenex liked that about her. He could hold an intelligent conversation with her, and she wasn’t catty or gossipy like most of the other women.

She reached for his jeans again after he released her mouth, but he stopped her once more, this time grabbing both wrists. “Later. You first.”

“Oh my. What’s the occasion?” She laughed, and he did, too.

It was an old joke between them, dating back to the first time she’d given him a blowjob. He’d been so out of his fucking mind with lust, he’d lain there after she finished, watching her play with herself, for a good ten minutes before his fucking brain woke up and he finished the job for her with his mouth. Ever since then, they joked about him not only going first, but almost letting her do herself that night.

Not this time. He brushed his hands over her breasts. She wore a tank top and shorts, which was what most of them wore when they weren’t working or dancing. And no bra, despite her nice, big tits. He certainly didn’t mind that. He also didn’t mind her lush, curvy body.

Phenex liked real women, and Meghan was as lush as they came, in his opinion. She didn’t talk about her weight like some of them did, and that fact made her sexier. She was confident, and didn’t give a shit that she wasn’t rail thin. She was the most gorgeous, perfect woman he’d ever seen.

He ran his hands through her curly, red hair. “I love this color. Have I told you that?”

She laughed again. “Yes. Many times.” She planted tiny kisses up and down his neck, sending shivers down his spine. This woman went beyond making him hard. She touched his soul. They had a connection as friends that Phenex had never felt with any of the other sweetbutts or dancers. And when she turned those green eyes in his direction, Phenex’s heart thumped like a teen who has just had his first glimpse of a real woman.

Phenex pulled off her tank top so he could bite her nipples. He loved her tits, and she loved having them squeezed, licked, sucked, and bitten. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into his hair, which sent fresh desire racing through him. He circled each taut peak with his tongue before going in for another quick nibble.

The mounds of flesh in his hands had given his cock hours of delight in the past, but he wanted to fuck that incredible mouth tonight. He kissed her again, working his tongue over hers. That tongue had driven them all insane with fucking lust. She wrapped her arms around him and pushed her lush body against his, breaking down his resolve to take his time.

How the fuck could he help it? She was the sexiest woman he’d ever fucked, and he’d certainly had his fair share. Phenex released her mouth so his brain cells would synapse again, and pulled off her shorts. She waxed her pussy, which drove him fucking over the edge with the need to posses it. It was so goddamn sexy, and the tiny ladybug tattoo on the inside of her upper left thigh added to the allure.

He pushed her onto her back and swiveled her hips toward the edge of the bed. After kneeling between her legs, he licked the juices off her labia. “You always taste so fucking good.”

“That feels wonderful.” She grasped fistfuls of his hair again, pulling his face closer, but Phenex didn’t mind. He loved eating pussy almost as much as he loved having his cock sucked.

When he slid two fingers into her wet hole, she arched her hips and cried out. “How close are you, Wonder Tongue?”

“Pretty damn close, but don’t let that stop you from giving it your full attention.”

He laughed. “Oh, I won’t.” Phenex’s dick was so fucking hard now it was painful, but that only added to the fun. He moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, coaxing the orgasm from her.

After watching the skin on her labia turn dark for a few seconds, he spread her folds with the other hand and lapped at her swollen clit, increasing the pressure and speed of his tongue, until her moans were continuous and loud. When tiny contractions inside her pussy fluttered against his fingers, he sucked her clit, hard.

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Season of Seduction

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Season of Seduction

Limited Edition collection of Holiday romances

Ring in the holidays this year with this collection of steamy to sexy scintillating reads from today’s hottest bestselling authors. Whether you’re looking for a romance by the warm glow of the fireplace or a passionate romp on a bear skin rug, there is something for all readers, for every taste, desire, and whim. Come and join us, won’t you? This is sure to be a Season… of Seduction.

Featured Authors

Storm of Seduction (Gilpin County Search and Rescue) by Nicole Morgan

Will Lori’s plan be the thing that brings her and Kevin together again? Or will the rewards not be worth the risk as their very survival hangs in the balance?

Car Crash Love by Caitlyn Lynch

Could a car crash really be the beginning of Paige’s happily ever after?

Snowed In and Set Up by: Whitley Cox

Six lonely hearts, five days and a whole lotta mistletoe.

Winter’s Reign by Tracy Goodwin

One queen falls, as one queen rises.

Long may she reign …

Delivered through The Storm by Nicole Garcia

One special delivery can change your life forever.

Paper Love by Aubrey Wynne

Can Ben win her love with the help of a stray homing pigeon and an old origami legend?

Out of her Element by Debbie White

Everything happens for a reason…

Finding Love by Krista Ames

Sometimes the best things are found in awkward places…

My Little Secret by Ember Leigh

Just once is never enough.

Slow Hand by Bonnie Edwards

A jilted bride…a sexy sea captain…love at first touch…

Wherever Love Finds You by Laura Haley-McNeil

It’s his game. He makes the rules. Rule number one – only he can break the rules.

Finding Their Future by Sarah Marsh

Sometimes to get to your future, you have to go through the past.

The Beast In A Suit by Elena Kincaid

She’s no damsel. He’s no prince.

A PROMISE OF WINTER by Maia Dylan

A broken promise. A broken heart. Can a helicopter crash mend both?

Accused by Carmen Fox

United by grief. Separated by secrets.

Venetian Holiday by Christine Donovan

Her best friend’s brother. Will they or won’t they?

Christmas at Starlight by Kris Jett

The weather may be cold outside, but things are sizzling indoors.

War Of Hearts by Shelique Lize

The heart wants, what it wants.

The Snow Drift Inn by Michelle Ziegler

Our pasts don’t define us, but they leave scars that can ruin our future.

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Alpha’s Alpha by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

 
Blurb:
Lee
never thought he’d find his mate at a club, but even less so, did he expect him
to be, Alkaline, the leader of the mafia organization known as the Claws. If
the lion shifter were not an alpha, things might be easier, but as it is, his
mate is bent on keeping them apart. Not that it matters to Lee, he’ll hunt him
down and make him his.
Alkaline
doesn’t do sweet. Nor vulnerable. Nor submissive. So when his lion decides that
his soulmate is an alpha puma, he refuses to accept it. After all, whoever
heard of two alphas mating? However, resisting Lee is harder than he ever
imagined.
With
two men battling for dominance, who will end up on top? And will their romance
survive the match?
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The
beat of the music made the floor vibrate. The strobe lights flashed, creating a
maddening effect. Lee lifted his arms toward the ceiling, and swayed his hips.
He mouthed the words to the popular song, allowing the rhythm to wash over him
and obliterate any thoughts and worries he still carried from the long day at
work.
The animal within
him stirred. Tossing and turning, it gathered energy from the pulsing tones and
climbed to the surface as if awakening from a long sleep. Lee’s blood pumped
faster. His vision refocused, throwing everything into sharp contrast, from the
shimmering contents of beverages in clear glasses, to the glittery eye makeup
of a random stranger. The club smelled like sweat and alcohol. Bodies pressed
together, swaying, moving. Glass shattered somewhere followed by a chorus of
“Oh!” and loud laughter. All around, people enjoyed a night out, oblivious to
anything more than what lay a few feet from them. Unaware of the hunter in
their midst.
Lee licked his
lips. His cock twitched. It’d been too long since he’d prowled the night for a
bed companion. Focused on his work as manager of the shifter bar Moon Point,
sometimes he forgot to have fun, to give into his baser instincts. Normally,
he’d go home, relieve himself, and fall asleep until the next day. But he was a
puma, a night prowler. And tonight, after he’d closed Moon Point, he knew
driving to the countryside and going for a run wouldn’t be enough. He was
restless, yearning for something more which he could only describe as the need
for company, for the feel of skin against skin, for the gentle caress of caring
hands, if only for a few hours.
It was time to
hunt.
Lee glanced around
and caught the eye of a handsome stud with dark, puppy eyes. He grinned. The
stranger looked away, then back at him, a small smile playing on his lips.
Game on.
Swerving his hips,
Lee started to make his way toward the man and stopped. The hint of a welcoming
scent caressed his senses. A desert breeze mingled with rare wildflowers. A
spark lit up his core, sending a shiver of excitement through him. The top of
his ears tingled. Lee spun. His heart froze, then resurged, pounding
frantically.
Alkaline.
He’d never been
formally introduced to the lion shifter, but he knew him on sight. He had to.
One didn’t manage a bar in one of the seediest neighborhoods of the city
without knowing the local gangs. Besides, Alkaline wasn’t exactly easy to miss.
At six-foot-five, with shoulder-length red-blond hair, a matching beard, and
slightly tanned skin, he stood out wherever he went.
Lee watched him
move. His cock twitched. There was nothing submissive about the male specimen
coming in his direction, parting the crowd like some kind of god. Alkaline exuded
power, force, and unbridled passion.
Their gazes locked
and desire rushed through him. Hell, yes. This was just what he needed. A real
challenge. Lee extended his hand and Alkaline took it. The lion pulled him
close with a firm tug. Hand on his waist, Alkaline guided him to the music.
Lee sucked in his
cheeks to keep from laughing. Hell would freeze over before he was the one
following. He pushed back, forcing Alkaline to release him. Then, rolling
forward, he placed his hands on Alkaline’s hips and took the lead.
The lion snarled.
His amber eyes flashed a warning. Lee didn’t retreat. His cock thickened inside
his jeans, rubbing against the material. Abruptly, Alkaline dipped him slightly
backwards, threaded his fingers in his hair and held, forcing Lee to stare at
him.
His puma growled.
Bursting through his defenses, it forced his vision to change. It turned
sharper, more attuned to the man in front of him, from the tiny wrinkles in the
corner of his eyes, to the small mole above his brow, to the thin coat of sweat
which made his face glisten.
Alkaline glared at
him. Lee’s blood pressure spiked along with his raging libido. He wouldn’t be
the first to drop his gaze. He pursed his mouth. The music changed and someone
slammed into them, breaking the connection.
They both moved at
the same time. Lips clashed. Hungry. Hard. Lee’s fingers threaded into
Alkaline’s long reddish mane and Alkaline rested his hand on the nape of Lee’s
neck, bringing him closer. Their tongues entwined, desperately seeking for
more, until the air ran out of their lungs and they broke apart panting. For a
second, they gauged each other, and Lee wondered if he looked as bewildered and
as consumed by lust as the other man.
Just when he was
about to speak, Alkaline grabbed his hand and placed it over his erection. Lee
groaned.
“I need to have
you, now,” Alkaline said.
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About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy
romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to
contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’
darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all
that comes between them and their love.

When she’s not writing, she can be
found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles,
or enjoying some tapas with her friends. 

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Their Starlet

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Heroes of Olympus Book 5 by April Zyon

 

Brooklyn Anderson is America’s sweetheart and has starred in movie after movie. However, the one thing she craves is love. It seems that every man she slept with broke up with her within two days, having found the one-true-love of his life.

This is only natural, since Brooklyn is the descendant of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love—but she doesn’t know it yet. Now her life is in danger, but her stalkers are acolytes of Hades, whose plans for Brooklyn are nefarious and deadly. She needs more than mortal help.

Antonio Morales and Stefan Patras, along with a couple other teammates, answer the call of the gods to go to Hollywood and protect the newly revealed Descendant of the gods: Brooklyn. When they met the gorgeous woman, both Antonio and Stefan knew that she is it for them, the one that they should bond with.

But can they keep her alive long enough for her to love them? Or will Hades’ acolytes succeed in their plots against her?

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Taming the Alpha by Amara Lebel

Taming the Alpha (Balls & Chains Series #2)

By Amara Lebel

Title: Taming the Alpha

Series: Balls & Chains #2

Genre:  M/M Paranormal BDSM Romance

Words: 53,300 (114 pages)

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Blurb:

Welcome to Balls & Chains, a BDSM Club for gay men. Cross the threshold and see the worlds of humans and shifters collide as these alphas dominate, and betas submit.

Past sins have forced Cadeon Rosseau into isolation, his pack turning against him and casting him out. Self-hatred and mutilation made him the male he is today. An alpha in his own right, he prowls the rooms at Balls & Chains in search of the one who will either save him from himself or break him completely. Jaded and alone, he finds it difficult to pull away from the self-made hell which has become his life, until a new submissive garners his attention…

Curiosity and a need for adventure lured Blake Copeland to the doors of the famous gay BDSM club. He craved distraction from his monotonous life and had been assured that he would find it there. Little did he know exactly how true that statement would be. Not only did Blake find what he was looking for, but he also left with a slightly unhinged mate in tow…

Will these two lone wolves find the strength to battle the obstacles in their path and build a future?

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Adult Excerpt:

“I can live with that. The fact that you’ll try for me, is enough.”

Cade’s chest ached at Blake’s words and the emotion in his pale eyes. If he weren’t careful, this male would be his undoing. It didn’t change the fact that he wanted him, though, and always would. He ached for him. “Blake, I need you.”

“Yes, Mon Liege.” Moving back, Blake remained on his knees, casting his eyes downward as he moved into position. “I am yours to do with as you please.”

“Such words, yet you have no idea what you’re asking for.” Cade stood, moving around his male as his body reacted to Blake’s willing submission. “You’d be nothing but a plaything to me. I would use your body, taking everything from you, and I wouldn’t go easy. I’d push you beyond your limits, force you to do things you normally wouldn’t. And then, when I’d exhausted your body and mind, I’d fuck you until you felt, nor knew, nothing but me. Think you can handle that, loup?”

Blake groaned, squirming where he knelt on the bathroom floor. “Yes, Mon Liege.”

Cade had to bite back the groan threatening to escape him. His male was something else, and he wanted him more than he had anyone else before him. “Bien, go to the playroom and get into position. You know the rules. I’ll be there soon.” Without uttering another word, Cade turned and left the room before he gave into his needs and took Blake on the bathroom floor like the animal he was.

A few minutes later, he was standing by the open door, staring down at his new plaything where he was kneeling on the floor, naked and in position. He was so fucking beautiful, and an eager and obedient submissive. It pleased Cade greatly. He wanted to reach out and touch Blake, to praise him, but now was not the time. He was his Dominant right now, not his mate. So instead, he moved to stand by his head which was currently pressed against the hardwood floor. “You know the rules. Repeat them, word for word, otherwise, we stop here and now.”

“I am unworthy of you, Mon Liege. I shall not look at you, nor will I touch you. I speak only when you give me permission to do so. I shall always refer to you as Mon Liege. And if I disobey, I will be punished.”

Cade smirked, he was so proud of his mate, but he wasn’t about to tell him that. Not yet. Without saying a word, he walked past Blake to retrieve two pairs of cuffs from the cabinet. One leather, and the other steel. “Stand.” As Blake moved to do as he was told, Cade made his way back to his plaything’s side. “Bend over and grasp your ankles.” Cade stood at his back, watching appreciatively as he bent over. His ass was bared and open to him. Temptation.

©Amara Lebel. Luminosity Publishing. 2017.

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Author Bio:

“I am not Perverted. I am a Depraved Sensualist. There is a difference!”

I am an Erotic Romance and ManLove author. A huge fan of all things male; I watch, read and drool over everything to do with them. Yes, I am a little perverted, yet in a good way. I have a vast Yaoi collection, and spend my time fantasizing about steamy scenes of male love, sensual encounters, and so much more.

With a little encouragement I eventually put pen to paper and wrote my first ever MM romance which was published in Sept 2014. Now I take great pride in sharing my erotic stories of forbidden lust and enchanted romance with all of you, my fellow depraved sensualists.

A true Irish lass born and raised I come from a small town in Northern Ireland called Derry, where I now live with my handsome (French) hubby and gorgeous family. I’m a full-time mum of three, and believe me when I say they keep me busy. I spend my days chasing after my lil darlings, my nights lost in Yaoi, and thanks to my amazing husband I spend my weekends writing up a storm.

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The House of Fear by Katerina Ross

The House of Fear (The Sons of Gomorrah. Book 2) by Katerina Ross

“The Sons of Gomorrah” is a paranormal M/M series set in Prague, the city where anything magical might happen. But sometimes it’s dark magic.

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Blurb: Tristan, a freelance magician, falls for an incubus, a Gomorrah pleasure demon, who works as an escort in a luxurious hotel in Prague. To free him from a contract that binds him, Tristan needs to solve a problem for a very influential man, Ambrosius Schwarzenstein, who is currently looking for a personal assistant with a knowledge of occult practices. As Tristan plunges into an investigation of a mysterious death, he might find more than he wants to and face his worst fears. Will he set his lover free or bring trouble to them both?
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Excerpt

Pressed together from head to toe, they kissed leisurely as if they had all the time in the world. Tristan felt a bit sore between his legs after a few rounds of vigorous coupling, but it was a pleasant burn, a reminder of their bodies united in so many enjoyable ways, and his cock certainly seemed to vote for a sequel. The sheets were a wrinkled mess beneath them, and Tristan could feel the ready heat of Jarek’s erection against his own, a torturous sensation because he needed more friction, more, more, and right now.

“Shh, there’s no hurry,” Jarek whispered as he aligned his cock against Tristan’s, his hand wrapping tightly around them both. “Don’t rush it. Don’t come until I say you may.”

Jarek’s hips rocked lazily against him, and Tristan tried his best not to squirm in uncontrollable ecstasy, or maybe agony, or both. Jarek made his pace purposefully, cruelly slow. Tristan grasped at his back, fingernails digging deeper and deeper, all muscles drawn taut with need. He lost any awareness of how much time had passed, but he couldn’t hold on much longer, he couldn’t, he couldn’t…

“Not yet,” Jarek warned him with a wicked grin, squeezing the base of Tristan’s cock to prevent the approaching orgasm. “I want to savor this. Savor you, while I can. Your face … it’s so open now, so unguarded. I like it.”
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The House of Fear (The Sons of Gomorrah. Book 2)
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Evernight Publishing

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Soul Infection (The Sons of Gomorrah. Book 1)
Evernight Publishing
Amazon

About the author: Katerina Ross lives in Russia and works as a journalist. There are no M/M romance publishers in her country at all, so she writes hot M/M stories in English.

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Ghosts of Midsummer Theatre by Libby Bishop

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Blurb:
In 1956, the Midsummer Theatre—Noble, Maine’s most popular playhouse—closed after the daughter of the owners was murdered. Unfortunately, her killer was never found. The owners did not want the theatre opened again, but when the theatre passed into the hands of their grandson, he decided that it was time to renovate and reopen.

But the ghosts of the past don’t just fade away. 

As a two year anniversary present, medium and paranormal investigator Arabella Pierce arranges for a private investigation for her and her love, Lucas Brown. Not only to help the owner get answers about his aunt’s murder, but to help keep interest in the theatre until it reopens. But as the investigation gets underway, Arabella and Lucas quickly learn that the darkness behind the murder still lingers, and if they don’t remove that darkness the theatre can never again open its doors.

They have forty-eight hours to solve the mystery of Midsummer Theatre, and every second will count.
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Excerpt:
Arabella Pierce—medium and paranormal investigator—nearly choked as she fought to keep the laughter at bay. That was made quite difficult by the shock and awe expression on her boyfriend’s face. With his mouth agape and his gaze slightly wide, not to mention his stillness, she half expected him to faint.
Her control finally broke when he slowly lowered himself onto the couch. “Lucas, are you all right?” she asked with a chuckle.
He blinked once. “Are you saying that you’ve arranged for us to investigate Midsummer Theatre? Just the two of us? On our second anniversary?”
Smiling, she sat down beside him. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”
The shock began to ease away and excitement began to creep in, but the awe was still in his gaze as he met hers. “How did you manage that, Arabella? I’ve been trying for two years!”
Leaning back against the couch and crossing her legs, she replied, “Folger helped me get a meeting with the owner down in Portland. Since he’s in the process of restoring it now, we convinced him that allowing you and me inside for two nights would be beneficial when it came time to reopen. Investigation starts tomorrow morning.”
About three weeks after Lucas had moved permanently to town, he began to hear about the local legends of hauntings. Noble, Maine had its fair share of ghosts, and for a skeptic reporter like Lucas, he was immediately interested in finding more information. He wasn’t skeptic about ghosts—they’d been known to exist for thousands of years, as had people with gifts to help with them. But he was skeptic of claims of hauntings, and especially of people who claimed to have a gift but didn’t have the testing to prove it. That had actually been how they’d met.
Two years ago, her boss, Folger Dade, had allowed Lucas to join the team on a case. Lucas was especially interested in her gift since mediums didn’t have a test that came with official State or Federal paperwork as empaths or conjurers had. Empaths could feel the emotions of the dead, while conjurers could call the dead to them. Lucas was skeptical that she actually had a gift, but he had behaved as a professional, and his article on the Revenant Investigations team had bolstered their cases.
The increase in cases had Folger seriously considering hiring on a few more gifted and non-gifted investigators.
The Kingston Cottage case was also when she’d begun to fall hard for Lucas. “Don’t push him into the bay,” had been Folger’s words to her the day he’d told her about Lucas. Two years later, she was happy she hadn’t done so on their first meeting.
“How did you tell him our investigation would help?”
“Folger wisely used the fact that the theatre was a Noble landmark, and that allowing us to investigate would only help get people interested in following the restoration,” she said. “The theatre was quite popular before it was closed.”
Lucas chuckled. “My article could draw more attention for a better opening?”
“Something like that, yes. And every Noble resident who knows the history of the place wants to know about the ghosts.”
Lucas grabbed her unexpectedly and pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her soundly, causing heat to curl in her belly.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better anniversary gift,” he said when he broke the kiss. “Well, I could, but this is a damn close second.”
Before she could ask what would be a better gift, he stood, with her still in his arms. She wrapped herself around him quickly and let out a laugh. “Where are we going?”
“To the bedroom to celebrate!”
 
BIO:
Libby Bishop is a paranormal romance/erotic author. She loves reading, writing, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the paranormal, and spending time with friends and family. She has one fat, fluffy cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is.
 
 
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Blond by E.D. Parr

 

MM Romantic erotica, shifter gay romance
Blond
E.D.Parr
What would you think if the guy you were dating raced off every night before midnight and would never say why? Would you succumb to the urge to follow him one night?
Liam Hale can’t believe his luck when he meets the man of his dreams, Karl Oberon.
Hunky Karl is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start to tease.
Gorgeous Liam is the only man Karl has ever loved.
Together they spark and sizzle with passion, but Karl doesn’t know how to tell Liam why he races away. Maybe keeping Liam’s mind off the question with mind-blowing erotic encounters will work.

 

Warning this book contains

MM sex, MM anal sex in various positions, MM oral sex, MM sex in restrooms of gay bar, MM partner masturbation, and anal play

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Karl rested his face on Liam’s. He whispered on Liam’s mouth. “You’re hot as hell. I’m fuckin’ desperate to feel your hard cock in my hand.” Then he kissed Liam.

The passion that traveled over Liam as Karl’s lips merged with his in a slow, soft, lingering kiss, weakened his thighs. The skin between his legs under his balls throbbed. His cock jerked in his pants. He returned the kiss grabbing Karl’s head and thrusting his cock in upward strokes on the hard column in Karl’s pants. He kissed Karl until every fiber of his being screamed to come. He murmured between kisses. “The restroom here is a good place for desperados.”

Karl smiled against his mouth. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He crushed Liam close in a final hug as the song ended and then he broke away.

Liam followed Karl across the dance floor and through the door that led to a short corridor and the restrooms. These weren’t like the toilets in some gay bars that Liam disliked for their barren and sometimes grubby surrounds. The restrooms in this bar were sparkling clean and spacious. Two of the stalls at the end of the row had benches and wash basins. Liam had laughed at them when he’d first seen them, but now he walked past Karl and showed him into one.

Karl flicked the catch along on the door lock. He pushed Liam against the wall with one hand, and as his tongue forced Liam’s lips open, with the other hand he dragged Liam’s jeans zipper down.

Liam moaned, overwhelmed with the need to feel Karl’s hands on his cock. He grabbed his jeans to help, and jerked them down his ass to his thighs as he sucked Karl’s tongue into his mouth. His cock sprang free, but not for long.

Karl grasped the shaft. He drew way from Liam’s lips and gazed into his eyes. “You’re leaking. You look ready to be fucked. Do you want that? To be fucked? To have my hard dick ram into your ass until your cum spurts up your chest?”

Liam’s entire body went into meltdown. His cock throbbed and his balls lifted so tight he instinctively reached his hand down to stroke them. His fingers met Karl’s wrapped around his dick. Liam’s stomach tightened inwards and he groaned. “I need to come so bad I’m about to fall down.”

Karl knelt and pushed his fingers between Liam’s legs. He stroked Liam’s balls with his thumb and clamped his other hand around Liam’s cock tight. The helmet head poked out of his fist and Karl lapped at the slit then circled his tongue around and around until Liam was gasping and thrusting.

Karl pumped Liam’s dick fast and hard. He teased at Liam’s ass with his fingertips and his palm cradled Liam’s aching balls.

Liam orgasmed with such intensity he grabbed Karl’s shoulders bending his head, and groaned open mouthed against the white linen shirt Karl wore. He thrust up into Karl’s fist and only stopped as the waves of delicious pleasure waned and left him drowning in satisfaction and gratitude.

Karl pushed Liam’s shirt up with strong hands and licked up his stomach.

The trail of exquisite sensation he left made Liam wince and sigh. He grasped Karl’s head, his fingers slipping through Karl’s soft, abundant hair, trying to bring Karl’s face to his for a kiss. “Kiss me, please…”

 
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