Author Feature: Forever My Soldier Alison Mello Blog Tour

Posted by on Aug 24, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

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I’m pleased to welcome Forever My Soldier Alison Mello Blog Tour, sponsored by Be My Book Boyfriend, to my Author Feature series.  Forever My Soldier is a MF contemporary erotic romance.

 

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Title : Forever My Soldier

Author : Alison Mello

Genre : Military, Romance

 

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Forever My Soldier

All Patricia Fitzgerald wants is to live happily ever after with her soldier… 

With their relationship finally out in the open, and Carter on the fast track to recovery, Patty spends Black Fridayhelping him with his charity event. Their attempt to spread Christmas cheer is interrupted, though, when Patty’s ex-boyfriend Ben, who has been harassing her for months, shows up. Fearing for Patty’s life, one of the men on the protection detail springs into action.

Patty finally thinks her worries are over, but the media won’t leave her alone…

The press is everywhere. Patty wants to move on with her life, but they’re relentless in their badgering about the circumstances surrounding Ben. If that isn’t enough stress to endure, someone spikes Patty’s drink during a New Year’s Eve event, and it isn’t her meddling ex. Luckily, Carter is there to save her when she collapses, but this constant threat to her life isn’t going away.

Planning a wedding becomes tedious instead of fun when you’re constantly looking over your shoulder… 

A cake tasting is supposed to be one of those days as a future bride when you get to sit back and take a break from the chaos of planning the ceremony. Someone new is out there, though, and they aren’t happy with how Patty handled Ben and her newfound fame in the press. Can Carter manage to keep his fiancé safe long enough to put their ordeal with Ben behind them for good and finally become…

…forever her soldier?

 

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Alison Mello is a wife and stay at home mom to a wonderful little boy. She lives with her amazing family in Massachusetts.

She loves playing soccer, basketball and football with her son. After having her son, Alison started reading again and fell in love with Contemporary Romance.

Reading made her happy and gave her something to do when she had downtime.

As she started to read more, she started to noticed things she really enjoyed in a book and things she didn’t. She began to have ideas for writing one of her own. One day she literally woke up and started writing. She realized that if there was ever a time for her to write, it was now. She had a part time job to give her something to do.

The hours at work were slow and she was bored with what she was doing, so while her son was off enjoying his friends over summer vacation she got started.

Alison finished the first book in two weeks and decided that she really enjoyed writing, so she kept going. She already had ideas in mind for books two and three, so she kept writing.

That is how the Learning to Love Series was born. Somewhere along the line, one of my Beta readers convinced me that Michael, a character from Finding Love, needed his own story.

That is when Alison added the fourth and final book. Alison hopes you enjoy her books as much as she enjoyed writing them.

 

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Author Feature: RBTL Presents Turning the Page by Andrew Grey Blog Tour

Posted by on Aug 23, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

I’m pleased to welcome  the Turning the Page by Andrew Grey Blog Tour, sponsored by RBTL Book Promotions, to my Author Feature series.  The title is published by Dreamspinner Press.  Turning the Page is a MM contemporary erotic romance.

 

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Author: Andrew Grey

Series: Standalone

Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: Aug 19 2016

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print

Blurb/Synopsis:

Malcolm Webber is still grieving the loss of his partner of twenty years to cancer. He’s buried his mind and feelings in his legal work and isn’t looking for another relationship. He isn’t expecting to feel such a strong attraction when he meets Hans Erickson—especially since the man is quite a bit younger than him.

Hans is an adventure writer with an exciting lifestyle to match. When he needs a tax attorney to straighten out an error with the IRS, he ends up on the other side of the handsome Malcolm’s desk. The heat between them is undeniable, but business has to come first. When it’s concluded, Hans leaps on the chance to make his move.

Malcolm isn’t sure he’s ready for the next chapter in his life. Hans is so young and active that Malcolm worries he won’t be able to hold his interest for long. Just when he’s convinced himself to take the risk and turn the page, problems at the law office threaten to end their love story before it can really begin.

 

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Malcolm shifted his gaze to her from where he’d been watching the chair behind her.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Jane asked.

“I had dinner with my brother on Friday, and Hans Erickson joined us. He flirted with me. Apparently Peter saw it and now thinks I should call him and ask him out. He made me promise.”

“You had dinner with him?”

“Yes, and he apparently gave his phone number to Peter for me so it wouldn’t be like I was using work records inappropriately.”

“Have you called him?” Jane asked.

Malcolm shook his head. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“But you like him. I saw the two of you together. Mr. Erickson is a nice man, and he’s an author whose work you really like. So call him, see if he wants to get together and talk books. There doesn’t have to be anything romantic if you don’t want there to be.”

And there lay the problem. He’d already been around Hans three times—when they first met, a few days later when he returned to the office to sign his papers and send in the check to the IRS, and then at dinner with his brother—and all three times Malcolm’s heart had beat a little faster and he’d had to wipe his hands to keep them from feeling sweaty. Every time that happened it felt as though his body was betraying him and that he was being unfaithful to David. Of course nothing physical had actually happened between them, but the idea that it could, that part of him wanted something like that, sent the rest of him into a well of guilt.

“I don’t know what I want there to be, if anything.”

Jane sighed softly. “Sweetheart. David passed away, but you didn’t. I know you loved him, and so did he. If David is looking down on you or is acting as your guardian angel, he’s rooting for you to move on with your life. Do it in whatever way you’re comfortable, but do it.” She patted his shoulder, and they stood quietly for a few moments. “I hate to break this up, but your first appointment is in five minutes, and then you have a break for a few hours.”

 

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Andrew-Grey-199x300Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

 

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Read Between the Lines Aug 19

Dante Eternal’s Virtual Bookshelf  Aug 20

Silver Dagger Scriptorium Aug 21

 Andrew Jericho Aug 23

My World  Aug 24

Love Bytes Aug 25

Between the Pages Aug 26

House Millar Aug 27

Ramblings of a Book Nerd Aug 28

Lynn’s Romance Enthusiasm  Aug 29

Alpha Book Club Aug 30

Happily Ever Chapter Aug 31

The Book Quarry Sept 1

 

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Author Feature: Bound by Juliet Braddock Cover Reveal

Posted by on Aug 22, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

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I’m pleased to welcome Bound by Juliet Braddock Cover Reveal, sponsored by Saints and Sinners Books, to my Author Feature series.  Bound is a MF contemporary erotic romance.

 

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BOUND
Book Four, Manhattan Bound Series
By Juliet Braddock

On a journey that brought young Maxine Kirk to Drew McKenzie as a novice submissive, the two lovers explored their most salacious fantasies together. In BOUND by Amazon bestselling author Juliet Braddock, the fourth book in the “Manhattan Bound” Series explores how life, love and lust have flourished between these two unlikely lovers.

Through dungeons and castles in the most glamorous cities around the world, Drew. A rising star on Broadway, brought publicist Maxine’s wanton desires to life, indulging her every need with a lavish but honest display of his affection. And in the course of their relationship, they found a love that could not be shattered.

While they placed their faith in each other, the lives of their friends and families converged. Often, their sexual shenanigans took a backseat to the lives of those most near and dear to them. Their separate worlds became one.

Five years later, changes have come to their lives, and Drew and Maxine find themselves facing a life-altering decision that will impact their ordered world in ways they’d never imagined.

And while their wanderlust and pursuit of kinky pleasures never wane, they discover together that the happiest place on earth really is right in their own chaotic home.

BOUND, the fourth novel in Juliet Braddock’s “Manhattan Bound” series of four books, is available at most major e-book retailers on October 11.

 

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Amazon bestselling author Juliet Braddock’s first efforts in creative writing came long before she learned to put crayon to paper. In fact, she began spinning stories in her head nearly as soon as she could form complete sentences. As long as she can remember, she’d always created sagas about imaginary friends, family members and pop culture icons, and kept everyone around her entertained with her witty—but often very tall—tales.

For her sixth Christmas, Juliet’s mother got her a child’s typewriter to preserve all of those creative thoughts filling her head, but she quickly switched to ball point pens and notebooks when the ribbon ran dry.

Most of Juliet’s early attempts at writing romance focused on members of Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet or young leading men on Broadway. However, as she matured as a writer, she decided that it was just as much fun to create her own romantic heroes and heroines.

At an early age, she also developed a love for big cities, and the tallest of skyscrapers were never high enough for her. Juliet’s wanderlust would eventually lure her to New York, a city she often visited during her formative years, and her love affair with Manhattan began. She’d promised herself that one day she would return for good.

Juliet’s passion for writing and for big cities converged, and after graduating with a degree in Journalism, she decided to set out on a journey to find her heart…just where she’d left it.

A week after her college graduation, Juliet made the big move from a small town to New York City, where she has made her home ever since.

In between building a career in communications and writing on the side, she’s indulged in international travel, theater and art. A wine and food buff, she’s by no means a connoisseur, but she can give a few good restaurant recommendations if you’re in the city.

“There’s something so inspiring about living in a city like New York that’s so rich in culture and so very vibrant. Every neighborhood has its own story to tell,” Juliet says. “I often do my best plotting on the subway, just observing the lives unfolding around me. New York truly has a billion stories nestled between the skyscrapers.”

A proud Manhattanite, Juliet couldn’t live anywhere else—except for Paris, perhaps—and is a gushing cat-mom to a Russian Blue mix who was rescued as a kitten from the streets of Brooklyn.

Find Juliet on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.
Her website is www.julietbraddock.com

 

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Author Feature: RBTL Presents Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance by Pauline West Blog Tour

Posted by on Aug 16, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

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I’m pleased to welcome Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance by Pauline West Blog Tour, sponsored by RBTL Book Promotions, to my Author Feature series.  Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance is a MF contemporary erotic romance.

 

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Candlemoth A Holy City Romance (200x300)Title: Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance

Author: Pauline West

Series: Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance (Book 1)

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Self Published

Release Date: June 23 2016

Edition/Formats: eBook

Blurb/Synopsis:
A bold and independent free spirit from the foster system of small town South Carolina, Lily is a survivor with skeletons in her closet. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And a spoiled rich playboy is not part of her plan- but Ry is irresistible.

The bad boy heir to the Calhoun fortune, Ry is a notorious Lowcountry playboy who’s never met a challenge like gorgeous Lily Inoue.

How can someone so wrong feel exactly right?

 

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I fitted my leg around Ry’s so that there was nothing between us but my panties and his linen pants, and he kissed me so savagely it sucked the air from my chest.

Oh, I wanted him deep inside me.

“I want to get on my knees for you,” Ry said, and everything in me tightened at the cultured, raspy purr of his voice.

“I think I’d like to see you on your knees,” I said, my voice raw and strange.

Ry, paused, smiling, his eyes slitted with lust.  He kissed me differently then, with slow, lush slides of his tongue that made me ache to feel his mouth between my legs.

“Mm…”

His fingers curved roughly down around the front of my thigh, pushing the silky fabric of my dress up as he hunted towards my panties, lingering at the hem teasingly.  His eyes danced, watching mine, as I moaned.  My hips curled towards his and I felt the tips of his fingers slip beneath my panties.

I was the wettest I’d been in all my life, as if the whole center of me had melted into hot, silky lava.  I cried out, pressing into his touch, plunging Ry’s fingers deep inside me, and he began to stroke with searing accuracy, the expression on his face both hot and tender.

“Ohhh,” I said, hanging from his sweet mouth.  I stared up at the stars, crying out as their light slurred down over us.

I felt a fullness in me beginning to build, felt myself dizzily falling back, but Ry caught me in his other arm, propping me there against the wall as he drove his fingers into me again and again, rhythmic, relentless.  His knuckles bit perfectly into my clit as he worked the tiny apple of sensitive flesh inside me.  I almost screamed, feeling my orgasm flood forwards.

“You want to come for me?” Ry murmured, pressing his face into my hair possessively.  I bit his shoulder, trying to stifle my cries.  This sweet, layered agony-

“I want to come for you,” I gasped, “Please, please.”

“Come for me, Lily,” Ry said, pressing himself close as his fingers continued to work inside me, and I let the sensation crash through the gates of me, washing through again and again as I fell bonelessly against him, jerking a little with the aftershocks.

Ry smiled wolfishly, his eyes pale in the moonlight, their contrast delicious beneath his dark tan, his dark eyebrows.  I thrilled again at how little there was between us, even as it terrified me how helplessly I’d fallen for him.  I threw my arms around Ry’s neck, burying my face in his soft hair, locking my legs around his waist.

“You could make me do anything you want,” I said, softly.

He pinned me back against the wall again, his eyes shining.  The fullness of his cock against me sent another shockwave through my body, and I leaned back, shivering with his touch, looking up at him.

“I’m drunk with you,” I whispered.

Ry began to grind into me, moaning in a low, strangled voice that made all the hair on my body lift with arousal.  We kissed again so hungrily I thought we’d slide down and fuck there on the rough cobble stones.

But he put me down gently and led me by the hand through the gate.  I followed, tugging my dress down.  We were laughing soundlessly again, still a little breathless, and when we stopped at the door, Ry held his hand to his face and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of me on his hand.

His eyes rolled slightly with pleasure, and then he bumped open the door with his hip, tugging me inside.

The silence of the house instantly folded around us.  It felt different to kiss him there, in that unfamiliar dark.  Ry lifted me off my feet against him and then sat me onto the kitchen counter, burying his face against my breasts.  He squeezed my breasts savagely, until they began to feel heavy and swollen.  Then he bit and sucked at my nipples through the wet silk of my dress.

The hot darts of pain made me hiss with lust.

“I need to make you come again, Lily,” he said, his hands forcing insistently between my thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t so soon,” I said, trying to close my legs, but he forced them apart with a strength that just rode the edge of violence.  Ry sank his face into me hungrily, taking my hips firmly into his hands, the pressure from his fingers spreading my flesh so that the center of me was all the more bared to him as he opened his mouth against me.

I gasped, so slippery wet that I was soaked all down my thighs, my body begging to sheath him even as it couldn’t take any more arousal.  My senses were so exquisitely tortured that I was afraid I’d pee on his lovely, hard-sculptured face.

But Ry’s tongue began to work in expert, slow circles against my clit.  One of his hands found its way warmly between my thighs, drawing me tight, stretching me raw.  I bucked against his face, my hands clawing at the counter.

“Please please no,” I said, “I can’t, I can’t take this-”

Ry held me steady, the hot, hard velvet of his tongue relentless against my swollen achy flesh, his eyes locking on mine greedily.  My nerves sizzled raw.  I felt microscopic shooting stars race up the insides of my thighs as he stroked at me continually, restlessly, brinking me to orgasm, letting me slide back down again.  I was panting with lust, both our bodies misted wet with sweat.  I could see droplets of it on my bared thighs, on the backs of his forearms, his neck.

Ry’s eyes glinted mischievously; he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

That turned me on all the more, even as it made me wildly jealous to know all the women he must have perfected his skills on.  Every dial on my body was cranked farther than I’d ever dreamed I could go.  The bliss of it was tortuous, unending.  With every raw swirl of my nerves, I felt myself sucked all the deeper into his orbit, losing any control I’d ever imagined I’d had.

And then finally, Ry Calhoun decided to let me come.  He sucked me up to the precipice of orgasm again, but this time dropped me over the edge with a hard lick.  He stuck his tongue inside me as I came in a long, rolling orgasm around him.

“Oh god, oh god-”  My cries were animal now, my body so wet that I slid on the counter.  Ry dug further into me, his fingers opening me deeply.  The effect was shattering.  I lost my mind, bucking wildly, and almost blacked out with pleasure.  He lifted my legs up onto the counter so I was securely supported as I pulsed hard and then began to sob, utterly released.

Ry moved his face back and forth as light as a butterfly on my thighs, tracing up my electrically lit body with his mouth, pausing gently at my tortured breasts, and then again at my lips.

As I curled inwards, he leaned over me, kissing me sweetly while I sobbed with relief, the gentleness of his kisses smoothing my ragged sense while his hands continued to stroke me lightly.  After a moment, he pulled back, biting his lips, as if tasting me again.  I looked up at him, too limp to move or speak.

“Now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you to death.”

I couldn’t even speak English anymore.

I shook my head, trying to move away from him and his vampiric ecstasy.  But even as I was overcome, I still felt a clawing, insatiable need for his body.  Ry was like some unnameable drug; I was hopelessly addicted.

He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the tight cut of his abdominals and upper arms.  The immediate bolt of lust I felt for his touch drove home how much he already owned me.  Ry tossed his shirt to one side, pulling me by one leg open to him again, and undid his pants.

His cock was enormous.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t walk,” Ry said, darkly, pulling me into him like a slack doll.  “You’ll have to stay here with me.  Then I’m gonna nail you all morning…”  His mouth on mine was like hot stone, and I couldn’t resist kissing him back, feeling myself heat up for him all over again as he slid me down to his cock.  He ran his thumb inside me again, drawing my skin taut so savagely that I cried out and fell against him, raw and exquisitely stretched.

I throbbed with grinding lust, pulling myself upright again.

“Come fuck me.”

Ry drove himself inside me with a force that made me see stars, fitting his mouth over mine in one of his hungry, soul-sucking kisses, and I wanted all of it; I wanted him to batter me loose, fuck me to death, I didn’t care.

It felt so good that I couldn’t feel anything of myself anymore except a sheer, shooting, bodiless pleasure.

Our bodies were both drenched now, and it felt so good to clutch his hard, naked skin, to see the flash of his tattoo under my hand as I rode his thick cock to Kingdom Come.  I let my head fall back, wanging it hard on the cupboards, but it didn’t matter.  Nothing mattered except-

I heard someone clear his throat in the doorway.

My eyes snapped open.

Silhouetted in the dim light from the street, an old man stood in the kitchen doorway.  He was coolly drinking a cup of tea, his robe loosely belted so I could see the crisp white hair on his chest; his face was craggy and seamed from a lifetime of too much sun and rich food.

Even though his thick white hair was crazed on one side, as if he’d been unable to sleep and now was wandering aimlessly around the mansion, I recognized his face from the oil portrait I’d seen the day before.

Mr. Calhoun.

He was watching us as if we were stray dogs he’d caught fucking in his house for the thirtieth time.  “Christ, another one?” Mr. Calhoun said, finally.  He went back out into the hallway.

Another one.

What did I expect?

But my heart sank through the floor and dissolved.  I was humiliated.

I’d been more emotionally exposed than I’d ever felt in my life- and just as suddenly, all the new flowerings in me folded up and died off.

I shoved Ry away, trying to cover myself with the damp ruins of my dress.  But Ry had already half-turned, zipping up his pants hastily in a way that filled me with disgust.

“Dad-!” Ry said, rushing after him.  Then, torn, he whirled in the doorway, heading back towards me.  “Lily, wait here.  Dad!”

But I was already out the door.

Ry chased me outside.  “Please, please, you don’t understand.  He didn’t mean it like it sounded-”

I was crying, and furious with myself for crying.  “I do, I understand you perfectly.  You just want-you just wanted to get laid.”

Ry tried to kiss me, to take me into his arms.  I wouldn’t let him.

“Baby, don’t you remember any of the things we’ve said?  How I’ve made you feel?” Ry said.  “I know you feel this, too, I know you do, I could feel it.  Everything in you answers everything in me, Lily.  You keep forgetting all of that whenever something-”

“Bullshit!  I can’t believe anything you say!  I can’t believe any of this; I don’t know who the fuck you are- why are you being so fucking nice to me, anyway?  I don’t like people doing things for me, remember?  You know why?  Because I can’t fucking trust anybody!  I don’t trust you, I can’t, I won’t!”

Somehow, I was screaming.

“Lily, enough!”  His voice cracked my name like a pistol shot.  I felt my body respond to the command in his voice, instantly hating myself for it.

“Don’t.  Just don’t.  All right?” I said.

“At least let me walk you to your-”

“Don’t fucking touch me.  I don’t want you to follow me, I don’t want you to touch me.  Leave me alone!”

I ran into the dark.

I drove home with all my windows down, needing air in my face.

Cold, clean air.  Hungry black air.  Anything to wash away the electricity, the unrelenting connection that still remained like an unbroken thread between me and Ry Calhoun.  No matter how far away I was from him.

 

Pauline West x (205x250)Pauline West is a bookworm, trail runner and bourbon lover. Her hobbies include mild hypochondria and ill-advised matchmaking.

 

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Other Works by Pauline West

A Holy City Romance Series
Candlemoth Book 1

How to Spend It Book 2

 

Schedule

 

Read Between the Lines Aug 11

Fabulous and Fun Aug 15

Andrew Jericho Aug 16

The Book Quarry Aug 17

My World Aug 22

Dante Eternal’s Virtual Bookshelf Aug 26

Ramblings of a Book Nerd Aug 27

Silver Dagger Scriptorium Aug 31

Between the Pages Sept 1

Lynn’s Romance Enthusiasm  Sept 5

Christopher Liccardi ~ Author  Sept 11

 

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Author Feature: Silke Ming’s Three Degrees East of Bliss

Posted by on Aug 11, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

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I’m pleased to welcome Silke Ming to my Author Feature series.  She has stopped by to share her latest book, Three Degrees East of Bliss.  The title is published by  Siren-BookStrand.  Three Degrees East of Bliss is a MM historical erotic romance.

 

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Author Bio:

I have always loved writing. I started out with poetry and then graduated novels. Not a day goes by that I do not do some form of writing. I have written six fictional novels, and when time allows, I try to read at least two books per month, thanks to the convenience of the E Reader which makes it easy to shop the bookstores from the comfort of one’s home.

In addition to my love of books, is my love of travel. Although my career was in travel, I am still bitten by the travel bug, and travel whenever I can. I have lived in The Caribbean, Italy, India and Germany, and now make Canada my home.

If I were to leave Canada for another destination, it would be to live in New Zealand, because I find the culture and landscape breathtaking. My two other passions are gardening and cooking, and I consider myself a gourmet cook.

I am relatively new to the romance genre, and it has been quite a challenge, but as you can see from my list of titles, it has become one of my favourite pastimes.

 

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Blurb: 

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Historical Romance, M/M, consensual BDSM, light spanking, HEA]

Jason Porter is convinced his lover Gabriel Parker is being unfaithful. Hypnosis reveals that, in the early 1900’s, Gabriel used to be a priest named Damien Fassnidge, who, due to a sexual indiscretion, was banished to the island of Barbados as punishment. Sailing from Cork to Barbados to take up his new position, Damien meets and befriends a brash, young Irishman named Nicholas Duffy, who is also on his way to take up the position as a sugar plantation manager. In Barbados, friendship turns to love. Torn between his love for the church and his love for Nicholas, Damien decides to leave the priesthood, but before he has a chance to resign, an anonymous letter is sent to the church and he is dismissed. Defrocked and ashamed, he and Nicholas plan to leave the island, but a new piece of information comes to light which puts their relationship in jeopardy. Will Jason Porter believe this unbelievable story about Gabriel Parker?

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Excerpts:

Story:

Although the story seemed inconceivable, still it bothered Jason, and he turned to his friend and business partner, Jack Farnum, whom he thought might be able to throw light on this incredible story.

The two men met in a restaurant, packed to the rafters and buzzing with the lunchtime crowd.

“Wish we had gone somewhere else where it was quieter,” Jack said, looking around for an empty table.

The two men were finally guided to a corner table, where Jason immediately ordered a neat scotch, and Jack, a Virgin Mary.

“Scotch at this hourJason? You’ve really got something on your mind.”

Jason told his friend the incredible story and waited for his reply.

“What do you think? You’re also a shrink,” Jack replied. “If you believe a story like that, I’ll give you every cent I have in my bank account. It’s time that you opened your eyes and saw Gabriel for what he really is.”

“I know how you feel about him, but I love him and I’m addicted to him.”

“Jason, you’re a handsome man. Women swoon when you walk into the room. Chloe has introduced you to some of her best friends who have all shown interest in you, but you have turned them all down.”

“You don’t understand, Jack. This is the way I am. Would you prefer if I led her friends on? I am a gay man.”

“Tell me something, Jason, what have you got in common with this Gabriel? Nothing,” he said, answering his own question. “When you get together with your friends, what does he talk about? How to mix a Black Russian?”

“You don’t understand, Jack. Gabe and I have been together for a little more than four years. I love him and I know he loves me. I trust him and sometimes I don’t know what to believe.”

“There’s your answer, Jason. Open your eyes before it’s too late.”

“Gabe is always there for me, Jack,” he said, pleading his case. “He knows when I’m up and when I’m down. I’m a hard man and he understands me. Pardon the pun.”

Jack raised his hand and stopped Jason.

“Please, Jason. That’s way too much information for me.”

“You’re such a snob, Jack.”

“I know. That’s why we’ve been friends for such a long time, and why you stick to me like glue.”

“I need your help, Jack. Are you going to help me?”

“Why don’t you hypnotize him yourself?”

“You know that I’m too close to the situation to be impartial. Promise me you’ll help me. For old time’s sake.”

“Only because it’s you, will I do it. Does Gabe know that we are planning to hypnotize him?”

“I told him I would ask you. You know I couldn’t do it without his permission.”

“All right. We can start next week, but this will take quite a few sessions. I’ve never really had a case like this, so that is another reason why I’ve decided to do it.”

“Will you allow me to sit in?”

“Yes, I want you to be there. This has to do with your private life, so you’re the only one I would allow to be present for this very delicate and unusual case.”

“Thanks, Jack. I owe you one.”

Jack stared at him.

“You’ve been telling me for the last couple of months that you thought Gabe was cheating on you.”

“Yes, that’s what I thought.”

“Knowing the nature of this case, it is possible that it will become very personal at times. I want your word that you won’t interrupt me, no matter what happens.”

“I’m a professional, Jack. I know this is very close to home, but you have my word that I won’t interrupt.”

“Then tell Gabe that I will see him next Tuesday, and once I’ve had a look at my calendar, I’ll let you know the time.”

 

Adult: 

Visions of his last moments with Patrick O’Malley sprang into Damien’s head, throwing his into turmoil and overtaking his body. His body no longer belonged to him, and tired o fighting against the inevitable, he gave his mind and his body over to Nicholas.

“I thought this day would never come,” Nicholas murmured against his ear. “Say it, Damien. Say it.”

“I want you, Nicholas.”

“I wish you had worn your cassock tonight,” he whispered, slowly opening the buttons on Damien’s shirt and gazing into his eyes. “I’d always thought when the time came, as I slowly undressed you, I would wonder what beautiful gift I would find beneath that cassock.”

Damien gasped. Nicholas slowly eased the buttons through the button holes of his shorts, to find a welcome gift peeping over the waistband of his boxer shorts.

“I can’t, Nick,” he agonized. “I’ve taken my vow of celibacy.”

“Ask for forgiveness,” a highly aroused Nick said, running his thumb over the head of Damien’s cock. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.”

“I’ve taken a vow of celibacy, Nick. Oh, Nicholas,” he groaned. “I want you, Nick, but I just can’t do it.”

“What did the vow of celibacy say?” Nicholas asked, pinning him against the door and caressing his cock with long, slow strokes. “That’s meant for a man and a woman, isn’t it? Not for us.”

“Oh Nick,” Damien murmured. “Don’t make it so difficult for me.”

“I’m not going to make it difficult. I’m going to make it impossible for you to say no to me.”

Nicholas pushed Damien’s boxer shorts over his hips to get a better grip of his shaft. What Damien was experiencing made his knees week. His legs wobbled and he almost sank to the floor. Nicholas fell to his knees, removed Damien’s boxer shorts, leaving them dangling around one ankle. He gazed    hungrily at Damien’s shaft, thick, long and weeping like a leaky faucet, before running his thumb over the purple crown and caressing the ridge under the head.

“I’m going to lick you, Damien. It’s what you want. I know it’s what you want because I want it too.”

“Take me, Nicholas,” he begged.

“When you say my name like that, it makes me hard. Feel it, Damien,” he said, pushing Damien’s hand down to his cock, throbbing and impatient.

“I’m so afraid, Nicholas.”

“Don’t be. I’ll be gentle with you,” he said, his warm tongue washing over his nipples. “Don’t deny yourself the pleasures of the flesh. It is only natural that you should have these feelings. That’s the way we were made.”

“I’m afraid because of the vows I’ve taken,” he pleaded.

“Don’t be. It’s unnatural, this celibate thing, but have no fear. I’ll be with you all the way, loving you and cherishing you. It will be our secret, yours and mine. Just give yourself to me, Damien. Let me make you happy.”

Nicholas crawled down his body and stared at that dick, a dick that had taken on a mind of its own. He fisted it, lowered his head and sucked on the smooth, purple head. Cries emitted from Damien’s throat and his hips bucked up to Nicholas’s mouth. Nicholas pulled it in until it was sitting at the back of his throat, releasing it and swallowing it again, all the while his eyes holding Damien captive.

He lifted Damien’s legs and with one lick from the root of his penis, he was at the head, licking him until he was intoxicated with desire. Lowering his head once more, he pulled Damien’s balls into his mouth, and with sweet celestial nibbles, Damien almost lost his load.

“I’m coming,” Damien said, trying to stave off the impending eruption.

“Not yet, Damien,” he said, releasing his shaft. “I’ve waited too long for this. I can’t let you get away so easily,” he said, pulling the weeping head back between his lips.

“Nicholas, I beg you. Let me come. We can do it again.”

“I love it when you say my name like that. Say it again, Damien. Say my name.”

“Nicholas, let me come,” he pleaded.

“Only if you promise we can do this again.”

“Yes, we can.”

“Promise?” Nicholas asked, vigorously stroking his own cock. “Is that a promise, Damien?”

“Promise, Nicholas,” he wailed, his hips bouncing like a rubber ball. Up, down. Up, down. “Do it, Nicholas. Do it.”

Nicholas held the head between his lips, nibbling and licking until mindless ecstasy overtook Damien’s mind and body.

“Do that again,” Damien begged.

More whimpering noises escaped Damien’s lips, and he squirmed under Nick’s ministrations. Holding Nicholas’s head between his hands, he lost all control, filling Nicholas’s mouth with his seed. His body shuddered and trembled, the after-shocks more violent than the explosion itself.

Much too aroused to hold back any longer, Nicholas kept on stroking himself until he too fell over the edge of the precipice.

“I think I have found what I was looking for,” Nicholas announced, crawling up to Damien’s face and staring into his eyes.

“And what is that?” a spent Damien murmured.

“You, my delightful Damien Fassnidge. I’ve found you. I’ve been looking for you as long as I can remember.”

Nicholas walked over to the lamp, turned the adjuster down until the flame no longer ceased to exist. He then led Damien into the bedroom where he raised the flame on the lamp there. The room was adorned with a large mahogany four-poster bed with a canopy, and in the corner was a porcelain washstand with a basin and a pitcher. Nicholas poured some water from the pitcher into the basin, which he carried over to the bed and set down. He pulled a washcloth from a drawer, and proceeded to wash Damien.

“No need to do that,” he said, moving away from Nicholas.

“I made you dirty, and I want to make you clean,” he said. “I want you to lay back and enjoy what I’m doing to you.”

The feel of Nicholas’s hands about him gave him a sense of comfort and belonging. Since his last encounter with Patrick, he had forgotten how good it felt to have someone who cared about him, wrapping his arms around him and caressing him.

“Do you like it, Damien?” he asked, as he continued to stroke him while he took his time cleaning him.

“It’s a wonderful feeling. I love the way I feel tonight, but tomorrow is another day, and I don’t know how I’m going to face the world after tonight.”

“Just as you always have,” Nicholas replied, now paying attention to himself.

When the ablutions were over, he took the basin to the window and threw the contents onto the garden. Damien had seen his neighbors in Ireland do the same, but his mother had always reminded him that classy people didn’t do those things.

“The gardener would hate it if he saw me do that,” Nicholas remarked, as if reading Damien’s thoughts, “but Mabel doesn’t come in on Saturdays, and I can’t have it sitting there all night long and all day tomorrow.”

He crawled into, or rather threw himself, onto the bed, and pulling Damien close, looked into his face and smiled.

“I’m happy. Are you?”

“As happy as a man in my position could be.”

 

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New Release Part 1 of 2

 

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