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Spotlight on Piper Kay!!!

Published October 15, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Piper Kay has graciously agreed to an interview for her New Release, Invicta: Sanctuary.

Warning: M/M

Untitled-TrueColor-01INVICTA: SANCTUARY book two of the INVICTA Series
Blurb:

What is your sanctuary? For Mickey, he never needed one, he was his own. Until now. In a situation spinning out of control, Mickey is forced to make a move and he’s not sure how to handle it. He’s an intelligent, self-reliant man who never depended on anyone for anything, but now he is alone for the first time in his life, scared. By accident, he ends up at Invicta, the hottest new male go-go dance club in town. Owners, Kade and Holt, know the behavior all too well, but Mickey’s trust factor is leveling out on zero, until he spots Toryn. Sometimes sanctuary can be found in the strangest of places.

Now for the interview…

What is the name of your hero?

Mickey

 

 

What is his profession?

Mickey starts off working for a crazy soon to be ex, but with the ex part of it all happening, the job soon disappears too. He ends up with a job at Invicta, a male go-go club, as part of the management team and he trains new dancers in the art of pole dancing

 

 

What is the name of your hero’s partner?

Toryn

 

 

What is his profession?

He is the main show, go-go dancer at Invicta, pole dancer

 

 

How do your main characters meet?

Mickey is running away from a crazy live in lover, and ends up in the Invicta parking lot. After a short talk, Mickey decides to go back to said crazy man, but Toryn follows him home where all hell is about to break loose

 

 

What was your hero’s most embarrassing moment?

When Mickey is sitting in Invicta, ready for the show and Toryn appears on stage. He accidentally thinks out loud where the owner of the club hears him.

What was your hero’s partner’s most embarrassing moment?

Toryn hasn’t had one yet, that’s in book three.

 

As the author, what was the most difficult scene for you to write?

I guess the hardest parts for me was trying to learn some of the dance moves they do. I had to research that for quite a while, how they moved, what the moves were called, then try to describe it so that the readers would understand. Spent hours and hours on Youtube watching male go-go dancing videos, stripper video’s, etc. It was just horrible, very treacherous work, but I’m dedicated, you know? Bwahahahaha yeah right huh? lol

 

Now for some fun. 🙂 Include answers for both H/h.

Favorite Toys:

~hands up~ Pleads the 5th here based on the grounds that I could get your site shut down if I answer that loaded question. LOL

Favorite Cars: Mickey likes anything flashy, Toryn likes anything with Mickey in it.

Favorite Scents:

Each other

 

Favorite Movies:

Hmmm…they never watched a movie, so I can’t answer that until after the next book in the series. They’ll have one by then.

 

 

 

Favorite lines from Invicta: Sanctuary

1/ I wonder if he comes in a scratch and sniff version

2/ The quick argument “I” had with “me” and “myself” has been determined. We, “me and myself” have decided that “I” need to have this man.

3/ You jerked me so hard toward you, I damn near impaled myself on that thing.

Ready for a teaser? Here goes…

Excerpts-

  1. That young, dark haired, and tatted up hottie grabs me right off the bat. He can’t be more than twenty-four tops. Just right. He’s been poured into those leathers, his ass packed in nice and tight. Firm. They might as well have wrapped the man in saran wrap, not that I’d complain either way. He’s finally announced, but it’s probably a stage name he uses. Who even cares? As long as he keeps shaking himself around, I’m all good. The man rocks to the beat of the music. He pops that majestic ass in perfect tune with the thumps blasting from the speakers. Done like a true power bottom and personally, I’m enjoying the hell out of it. His hips begin to roll in a perfect circle, as he pivots on one foot to his side. He coils himself all the way around twice before facing the front. I’m loving his body movements. Someone stick a fork in me, because I’m sizzling… I think I may have just fallen in love with the man on the stage and those ‘fuck me hard’ hip moves.
  2. 2. Somehow, with just one kiss, he plowed right through the thoughts that had me worried sick all evening, and redirected them to one focal point. Him! Slowly, I reach for Toryn’s waist with one hand to see if he’ll let me closer or slap me down. God, I feel like I’m in high school on my first damn date again-CHILL Mickey, just calm down. He looks down at my hand, then back to me. Without breaking our eye contact, I feel his hand wrap around mine and tighten. Oh thank fuck! I yank him into me, lowering my head so our mouths meet. Our kisses, so sloppy, and hungry for each other. I press against him, unable to get enough. Running my hand along his waist to his back, I tightening my grip, and spin him around, slamming him against the wall. He lets out a moan. Before I can stop myself, I bury myself inside his mouth, swallowing every bit of that delicious moan.
  3. I yank him into me, lowering my head so our mouths meet. Our tongues are so much more aggressive, now that all the unspoken terms and agreements have been cleared. Well, at least they have on my behalf. We dart and chase around each other, so sloppy and hungry for each other. No matter how hard I press against him, I can’t get enough of him or fast enough for that matter. Oh my God, the man’s mouth feels incredible.

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About the Author:

Piper Kay is a homegrown country girl straight from the outskirts of Houston, Texas, USA. She is a #1 International Best Selling author of LGBT Erotica, and an International Bestselling author of LGBT Erotica romance, gay romance, specifically in the male/male (m/m) erotica genre, and LGBT drama. Piper is bringing her passion of storytelling straight to the pages, most times served with a super-sized sprinkle of sexy, a slice of sarcasm, and a carafe of crazy.

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I hope you’ve enjoyed Piper’s visit with us today. Piper, thank you for stopping in. Till next time, happy reading and writing. 🙂

Spotlight on Raven McAllan!

Published October 1, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author
It’s my pleasure to welcome another Evernight author, Raven McAllan, to my blog. Please make her welcome as she tells us a little about her writing life.

You know there is nothing nicer than being invited onto a great blog like this, I get really excited and am raring to go. Then of course I panic about what to write so you don’t all yawn and say oh no, not her again. 🙂

Anyway, here I am and of course I’ll talk about my latest book, Double Jackson, at some point. No, I don’t mean that was the some point, but I mean I’m going to chat about other stuff as well.
Like for instance, I don’t take what I’m lucky enough to do – ie. write hot sexy stories and get them published—for granted.

From the very first yes, to the latest—this week in fact for a hot short Regency Vampire story, The Vampires Breakfast—I still get all giddy and excited when I get the ‘we would be happy to’ email. I revel in every step along the way, even though I cringe at some of the silly errors I make, and luckily, my editors pick up. But here, I hold my hands up high, and say yes some still slip in. We’re human and sometimes see what we think should be there, not what actually is. Yes, we all spell check, and reread the m/s over and over, but silly little things get missed. Especially when it’s not a misspelled word per se, but what my writing friends call ‘ravenfingers’. Form instead of from. Write instead of wrote. Tin and ton, pile or pole. Easily done and as your eyes expect whichever is the correct word, you don’t always spot it. Of course, you’d think that one of the half dozen or so people who read a manuscript before it’s published would pick up on it, but as we all know, it doesn’t always happen. I just know though, that without all those lovely and helpful people, anything I write wouldn’t be half as good.

Warning: m/m

Take Double Jackson for instance. Don’t roll your eyes, you knew I’d get round to mentioning those two sexy men again, Jackson and Collum. How many times do you write your characters name in a story? Lots. But on my final read through I noticed on one occasion I’d called Collum, Callum. After several rounds of edits as well.
See, human. 🙂
Anyway, I fixed that, but I apologize for any I missed.

Here’s the blurb…
Jackson Carrick at Tits and Bum Club—gay in more ways than one.
As morning wake up calls go, those damning headlines made for a rude awakening. The renowned actor is a one man guy, thank you very much, so why would a doppelganger set out to discredit him, and more importantly, who is it?

As the mystery unravels and loyalties are tested, Jackson has to rely on his husband, housekeeper, and friends to keep his reputation from swirling down the drain.

Fortunately, Jackson’s husband, Collum, knows just how to keep his man from worrying. Only one thing to do when you’re stuck inside waiting for news—lots of mind-blowing sex.

And a wee tease…

When they reached their bedroom, Jack smiled. Hot, sweaty sex would be a good way to clear his mind. He was to be disappointed, however. Coll walked around the bottom of the bed and towards the en suite. Jack wanted to groan. He didn’t want a shower. He was clean and showered out.
“Wha…” He was silenced as Coll spun around and pulled Jack tight against his hard and aroused body and thrust his tongue into Jack’s mouth. The scent and flavor of coffee mixed with mint and Coll was a welcome aphrodisiac. Cock rubbed against cock as they strained to get just that bit closer.
Jack took a tight hold onto Coll’s ass, and massaged the soft flesh beneath the denim that hid it from view. The tortured groan Coll gave reverberated around Jack’s mouth, and was enough of an incentive to move one hand between them to pull at the snap of Coll’s jeans.
Coll drew back and ended the kiss.
“Oh no.” His voice was thick and the words slurred. “Not yet. Something else, something more needed, is on the agenda.”
It is? For the life of him, Jack couldn’t think of anything he needed more than to fuck with his husband.
“Follow me.” Coll let go of him and walked into the bathroom. Jack was pleased to see Coll’s gait was a bit uneven. With a hard-on such as he himself sported he reckoned his would be the same. He adjusted his boner under his clothes and followed Coll into the next room.
Once he got through the door he rocked back on his heels in pleasure. The room was shuttered and lit by candles. Dozens of candles of all shapes and sizes, scented in vanilla and lavender, their favorite scents for ambiance. The bath was filled with gently steaming water and covered in stalks of lavender. A waterproof pillow was attached to where his head would rest, and soft chill-out music filled the air. On a table placed in exactly the right place for easy reach, a glass of sparkling wine stood, with the bubbles in it fizzing slowly up and down the liquid.
The lump in his throat threatened to render Jack speechless. “For me?” He croaked the words.
Coll nodded. “Just for you. Dr. Roberts prescribes half an hour minimum soak, followed by a massage, and hot sex. Or should that be hot sex followed by a massage? Either way, that’s the three components of your afternoon. Enjoy.” He began to walk out of the room.
“Hold on,” Jack said urgently. “Where are you off to? Aren’t you joining me in here?” He waved toward the bath.
Coll shook his head. “Nope. You need to relax. We’d never get past the hot sex bit if I get in there with you.”
He had a point, but even so, Jack tried another tack. “Hey, Dr. Roberts, isn’t the ‘doctor’ bit in philosophy, not medicine? Non-Doctor Carrick prescribes you in the bath with him, to wash his bits…I mean, back.” He opened his eyes wide and did his best to look pleading.
“And Dr. of Philosophy Roberts says good try, but nothing doing.” Coll dropped the bantering tone. “Seriously, love, I’ve something to check whilst you soak, and then, well…” He smiled and the corners of his eyes crinkled up. “You can amend or rearrange the rest of the agenda to your satisfaction. But first, at least half an hour. In there. With wine. Yes?”
Jack nodded. “Yes. Thank you.” He moved towards Coll to nip his earlobe and then took a step back. “Now, honey bun, get out of my boo-do-our and let me primp.” He imitated a high falsetto and fluttered his eyelashes.
Coll sniggered, and his shoulders heaved. “You so would have gotten that part in Hairspray, if you’d auditioned for it.”
“Shoo, boy.” Jack flapped his hands as a still-grinning Coll left the room. How he could tell exactly what Jack needed when Jack himself didn’t know was one of life’s unsolved mysteries. Jack wasn’t bothered. Coll could, and he sorted it whenever possible, and that was all that mattered.
Jack stripped in record time for when the end result was his cock in Coll or vice versa, and stepped into the warm, but not too hot, silky water. He sat down, slid under the water until it lapped at his neck and sighed with pleasure. The theme from Harry’s Game flowed around the room, and the lilting voices of Clannad aided his relaxation. It was almost too much of an effort to reach out for his glass of wine and put it to his lips. He managed though, and the smooth, cool, Moet slid down his throat like honey over a spoon.
How long he just lay back in the water, swirling his free hand lazily, and sipping his wine, as one track morphed into another Jack had no idea. Eventually he realized the water was cooling and his glass empty. His heart wasn’t. It was full of thanks for Coll’s foresight into what would work in Jack’s favor.
He put the empty glass down and stood up. The water streamed off his body and created tiny splashes and whirlpools in the bath. Just as Jack stepped out onto the bathmat, Coll reentered and looked at Jack’s naked, wet body. The lust and love he had for his husband was open and obvious.
“Nice.” Coll passed him a bath sheet.
Jack’s cock twitched when he saw the naked desire in Coll’s eyes. Coll looked at it for long seconds and then up at Jack’s face.
“Yes, well, most of you looks relaxed.”
“Most of me is.” Jack toweled himself off. “My cock is a law unto itself, however, and in its usual state of interest when you’re around.” He hung the damp towel over the heated rail to dry off before he put it into the laundry hamper.
“Well, cock’s law isn’t ruling at the moment, Coll’s law is,” Coll said. “Get you and your cock onto the bed face down. Your massage awaits.” Coll bowed and pushed the bathroom door wide open. “After you.”
Jack dipped his head. “Oh yes, Master.”
“I wish.”
“Nah, you like us the way we are,” Coll said from somewhere behind Jack. “Share and share alike.”
“True enough.” Jack climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his stomach with his head to one side. His cock sunk into the soft coverlet, and settled down somewhat. “This do?”
“Mmm-hmm. Close your eyes and try to relax again.” There was a rustling noise, which Jack translated into Coll undressing. Or he hoped it did. He had a good idea how their naked massages usually ended, and he looked forward to that.
The bed dipped and Jack felt Coll’s naked thighs on either side of his hips. Then Coll’s hands began to weave their magic.
He began to massage Jack’s shoulders and tutted.
“Sheesh, man, and this is after your bath. Goodness knows what you’d’ve been like before hand. Talk about knotted muscles.” Coll began to press onto the tense spots and Jack groaned as pain shot from them and did a mad gallop around his body.
Jack let his breath out in one long hiss and Coll grunted. “Exactly. Now breathe evenly and let me sort you out. Boy, am I glad I took lessons.”
So was Jack.
Half an hour later, Jack felt Coll tighten his legs and lean forward. His weight lifted from Jack’s body. Coll’s breath tickled the hairs at the nape of Jack’s neck and his tongue stroked the skin from ear to ear.
“Mmm, more.” Jack mumbled the words. He wasn’t asleep—not quite. Just in that pleasant state of awareness, but not really conscious. A slap to his ass stung and he would have reared up if Coll hadn’t held him down. “Oy, what’s that for?”
Coll nipped Jack’s ear with his teeth. That touch was always guaranteed to make Jack’s heart speed up and his body tighten. This time was no exception.
“Does there have to be a reason?” Coll asked.
“Put like that, no reason at all. As long as I can do this.” Jack managed to rear up, and dislodge Coll, who rolled onto his back and laughed.
“Oh yes.” Jack swung to one side, slid off the bed, stood up and dived toward a laughing Coll.
“My turn now.”
Here’s some buy links…
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/double-jackson-by-raven-mcallan/
http://www.amazon.com/Double-Jackson-Raven-McAllan-ebook/dp/B00N6I4W98/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1409462034&sr=1-1&keywords=Raven+McAllan
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Double-Jackson-Raven-McAllan-ebook/dp/B00N6I4W98/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1409462034&sr=1-1&keywords=Raven+McAllan
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-doublejackson-1612827-149.html
http://www.bookstrand.com/double-jackson-mm

And if you want to find out more about me and my books you can find all the links on http://www.ravenmcallan.com
Happy Reading,

Love R x

Thank you for joining us today, Raven.

That was a sizzling excerpt and cover.

Happy Writing and Reading to all!

Spotlight on Evernight’s Iyana Jenna!

Published September 20, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author
It’s my pleasure to have fellow Evernight author, Iyana Jenna, visit me today during her blog tour for new release, A Second Chance. She’s doing a giveaway, so please remember to enter the rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

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Blurb:

Chance Devereux and Ryder Adkins have worked on the same TV series for three years and share a house near the set. Yet Chance can only watch from afar when Ryder gets engaged. Even though Chance is still deep in the closet, he can’t help being jealous.

Since the first day of shooting, Ryder has had his sights on his costar, but Chance has a girlfriend and Ryder thinks Chance is straight. After years without a concrete result, Ryder decides to forget his desire to be with Chance and go back to Mike.

During a hiatus, Chance does an interview with journalist, Sebastian Vanderbilt. Sebastian opens Chance’s eyes, and he decides he needs to make Ryder his. Can they work it out, or are they all out of retakes?

***Be Warned: m/m sex***

Excerpt:
Without waiting for Mike’s answer, he slid his phone open and scrolled down to Chance’s number. Ryder glanced briefly at Mike, who simply nodded and turned away to give him a semblance of privacy. Ryder turned his attention back to the call he was making and nearly jerked in anticipation when it was answered.
“Hey. Chance, it’s—”
“I’m sorry, but Chance can’t answer the phone right now.”
Ryder’s eyes bulged. Taken aback, he swallowed. “W-what? Who is this?”
“May I ask who’s speaking, please?”
“It’s, uh, Ryder. I’m his, his best friend—”
“Oh, Ryder. Sure.”
Ryder lifted an eyebrow when the man laughed a little.
“Chance talks a lot about you,” the man went on.
“Thanks, but….” Ryder’s eyes flickered to Mike, who was observing him closely. His mind began to wander to places he didn’t want to go. How could he not? The man had Chance’s cell. “Where is he? Do you mind if I talk to him?”
“No, of course not.” The man sighed. “But he really can’t.”
“What? What happened? What have you done to him?”
“Whoa, wait a second. I’ve done nothing to him. But he’s asleep right now. He hasn’t been able to sleep for some time. He’s been in so much pain he couldn’t even rest.”
Ryder slumped in his seat, rubbing his face. “Oh, God.” Mike had been right. Feeling lightheaded, Ryder whispered into the mouthpiece. “What’s wrong with him? God, is he okay now?”
“Yeah, I truly hope so. He’s much calmer now. He caught a stomach bug a couple of days ago.”
“And you’re—you’re Sebastian, right? Sebastian Vanderbilt? I saw the pictures.”
“That’s me. Oh, and Ryder?”
“Yes?”
“I heard about your engagement. Congratulations, man.”
“Well, I don’t—”
“Hey, look,” Sebastian cut him off. “I’d love to talk to you, but I really have to go. I’ll tell Chance that you called, okay?”
“Wait, Sebastian. I’m just… you know, I—” But it was too late. Sebastian had hung up. Sucking in a breath, Ryder could only gawk in disbelief.
****
Sebastian didn’t know for sure why he felt reluctant to talk to Ryder. He had no reason to feel threatened by him, though if the way Chance talked about Ryder in the interview was anything to go by, Sebastian might have to consider how he felt toward the guy. This was such a new thing for him, feeling insecure. He wasn’t that kind of guy. Sebastian wondered what Chance had done to him.
Back in the guestroom where Chance was resting, Sebastian found him awake. Chance’s gaze wandered, his expression half-studying his surroundings, half-wondering how or why he was there in the first place. He turned to Sebastian only when he heard him clear his throat. Warmth surged in Sebastian’s heart at the fleeting blush on Chance’s freckled face. He wondered what Chance thought about the room. Sebastian loved his place, but perhaps it was childish to want to hear what Chance had to say about it.
Sebastian went to sit next to Chance, reaching out to feel his brow.
Chance groaned, shying away. “I’m not a child, Sebastian.”
“No.” Sebastian smiled. “But you gave me quite a scare.”
“Sorry.” Chance looked down.
“Hey, that’s not your fault. You were sick and obviously you hadn’t fully recovered when you left the hospital. How are you feeling now?”
“Much better.” Chance licked his lips.
“Water?”
“Please.”
Sebastian watched Chance drink slowly, and when he pulled back, some drips still clung to his lower lip. Sebastian knew he’d been staring, and he completely ignored the glass shoved back into his palm. Finally, he chuckled, put the glass away on the nightstand, and took off his shirt.
Chance’s eyes widened before they darkened a bit.
“May I?” Sebastian gestured toward a space on Chance’s huge, fluffy pillow.
Chance shifted a little to give him more room, much to his delight. He slipped under the cover and could feel Chance stiffen slightly. His face—mere inches from Sebastian’s—was taut before he relaxed and snuggled into Sebastian’s bare chest. Chance’s body felt sleep warm under his thin T-shirt, and Sebastian braved Chance’s reaction and slid a hand under it. He palmed Chance’s flat abs and up to his muscled torso, sighing appreciatively at the deep moan wrenched out of Chance’s throat.
“Beautiful,” Sebastian said huskily. “Very beautiful.” He tweaked a nipple and was rewarded with the stretched column of Chance’s smooth neck as he threw his head back, lips parting, his guttural growl sending Sebastian’s blood to his groin.

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing ~ Amazon ~ Bookstrand ~ All Romance Ebooks

About the Author:

Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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New Release from Rebecca Brochu and Evernight!

Published January 28, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

It’s my pleasure to host fellow Evernight author, Rebecca Brochu, as she introduces us to Ricci and Layton, the main characters in her new M/M release, Next to You.

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Understaffed, overworked and generally exhausted contractor Ricci DeAngelo still has to contend with a long subway ride at the end of each day.  The last thing he expects is to fall head long into a relationship while dozing on the train.  But that’s exactly what happens when a sexy and equally exhausted stranger falls asleep on his shoulder one night.

Ricci’s nap partner ends up being Layton Callis, an equally overworked pâtissier who looks and smells good enough to eat.  When they unexpectedly fall into a routine of napping together on the late train, Ricci finds himself in a unique position.  He can continue only seeing Layton during the week and spending his weekends in a sleepless mess.  Or Ricci can step up and see if he can get Layton to agree to wake up next to him on a more permanent basis.

EXCERPT:

“I’m going to kiss you now.”  Ricci blurted it out and watched Layton’s eyes go wide and then soft and hot. He reached out and put the empty mug on the bedside table beside Layton’s.

“If that’s how you react to coffee, I’m definitely going to have to cook breakfast…”  Layton’s teasing was drowned out as Ricci pushed forward and kissed him.

It started slow, just like the kiss from the night before.  Ricci teased the seam of Layton’s lips with his tongue, licked at the corners of his mouth leisurely for a moment before he swept inside.  He chased the taste of coffee around Layton’s mouth, learned the curve of his teeth and the wet, hot strength of his tongue all over again.  It was good, better than any kiss Ricci could remember at the moment.  It only improved when Layton pressed closer until Ricci was forced to lean back completely against the headboard so Layton could crawl forward onto his lap.

They broke the kiss slowly and stayed where they were for a moment, faces pressed close as they both panted for air.  Layton moved first. He slid his hands up the wide expanse of Ricci’s chest and then down over the curve of his shoulders as he ducked his head so he could place nipping kisses on the base of Ricci’s neck.

Ricci groaned and tipped his head back to give Layton better access while he clenched one hand in the sheet beside him and trailed the tips of the fingers on his other hand down Layton’s bare back until he could palm the curve of his ass.

Layton whined, a sweet high-pitched sound, when Ricci squeezed his ass lightly and then he set his teeth to Ricci’s skin harder in response.

Ricci bucked his hips upwards as he hissed at the sting.  They both groaned low and long when the rapidly hardening jut of his cock pressed against Layton’s through the thin fabric of their sleep pants.

“You said I could touch you.”  Ricci’s pulled Layton closer to him with the hand on his ass and finally untangled his other from where it had begun to claw at his bed sheets.  “I really hope you meant it.”

“I meant it.”  Layton’s words were broken by the way he panted against the curve of Ricci’s neck.  “I definitely meant it.”

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New Release from Nikka Michaels & Evernight Publishing!

Published January 26, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Evernight Publishing is well known for their HOT anthologies, and today I get to feature author Nikka Michaels, who has a story in their most recent antho, Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition. The Excerpt of Nikka’s Waking Up Wolf is sure to leave you wanting more. Read on…


 

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By Nikka Michaels

Genre: Erotic Romance, M/M, Paranormal, Shifter

Length: Anthology Length Short Story

Release Date: January 24, 2014

 Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Anthology Title: Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition

Strength. Power. Domination. 

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their men.

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

 WAKING UP WOLF BLURB:

When a radioactive leak in the local water source turns the inhabitants of Adam Baker’s small town into shape shifting wolves, he manages to hold and survive alone–alone except for the wolves he hears in the distance. When he doesn’t immediately undergo “the change” into a wolf himself, he begins to believe he’s immune. After his dreams begin to include another wolf, he finds himself drawn to the howls outside his window and the pack’s alpha Grady Conway.

WAKING UP WOLF EXCERPT:

Adam watched him carefully. “You don’t even know me. Why would you invite me back with your family, your pack?”

Grady looked down. “What if I told you we needed you? That I needed you?”

Adam stared at him like he’d gone crazy.

“Me? Why would you need me?”

A true alpha needs a mate.” Grady raised his head, meeting Adam’s eyes, and for a moment he couldn’t look away.

“And you think I’m your mate?”

“I don’t think. I know. You’re my mate, always have been.”

Adam backed away, and he felt himself shake and pain shoot through his body as he fell to his knees. Naked and sprawled in the dirt he stared up at Grady, who closed his eyes and shifted, leaving himself bare as well.

Adam swallowed hard as he stared up at Grady in shock. This close he could see every single inch of the tanned and toned body of the man who commanded a pack. Muscled and imposing, he stared down at Adam, his blue eyed gaze heated.

Without another word, Grady took a step closer, sliding his hand over the top of Adam’s head possessively. He slowly wrapped his hand around Adam’s long dark dreads and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. Adam’s eyes slammed shut as he waited for Grady to change and wolf teeth to tear out his throat. Instead, when Grady’s human teeth sank into his shoulder he shuddered and cried out.

Pleasure/pain surged through Adam’s body as he jerked awake, his cock throbbing as he felt hot cum stripe his belly. His legs shook as he panted for breath, his bed sheets and body soaked with sweat.

His dreams had never been that vivid before, and when he shifted his body his muscles screamed in protest and he flopped back with a moan.

When he yanked back the blankets he stared.

His feet were dirty, caked in mud along with his hands. On his neck, he could feel Grady’s teeth marks.

He’d been marked by the alpha.

BUY LINKS:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/alphas-claim-manlove-edition/

 

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Alphas-Claim-Manlove-Tyler-Robbins-ebook/dp/B00I0HESDA

 

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Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/alphas-claim-manlove-edition-mm

 

NIKKA MICHAELS BIO:

Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has three releases out, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, and “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology. Her short erotic M/M BDSM story, Room Service is forthcoming from Cobblestone Press in February 2014. Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, set to be released summer and fall 2014 from Carina Press.

 Nikka’s Contact Links:

Blog: http://www.nikkamichaels.com

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Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/author/nikkamichaels

Spotlight on Katherine Wyvern!!!

Published August 14, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author
Today it is my pleasure to welcome another fabulous Evernight author, Katherine Wyvern. Let’s help her celebrate the release of Head Shy.
Hello! Just a couple of words about the short story you are seeing here. Head Shy is the third book in the Cydonian Tales series which started in December 2011 with Black Carnival. It is however a prequel to my debut novel, and can be read before the other books, as a little glimpse in the world of Cydonia.
In Black Carnival, Ivory Blake falls in love with this mysterious and exotic man called Lune, a Sand Rider. Sand Riders are artificially bred “almost humans”, created by the Cydonian colonists to explore and pioneer the unwelcoming environment of their new planet, and while they are not exactly slaves, they are not exactly free either. Due to Lune’s taciturn personality there are many things that Ivory does not learn about him during the Black Carnival. For example how did he come to meet his beautiful, young male lover, Laz’law. Head Shy is the answer to that question.

I hope you enjoy the excerpt, and if you leave a comment with your e-mail you might win a free pdf copy of the book!

Blurb:

On the desert planet Cydonia, Lune, a naturalist and explorer, is assigned a new trainee. The young Rider is supposed to follow him everywhere to learn the skills of his trade.

Lune would gladly be spared the trouble, especially when informed that the boy has been formerly apprenticed to a vicious and abusive Rider, and likely to be difficult and traumatized. But when Laz’law, a stunningly beautiful, fiercely touchy creature enters his life, Lune has no choice other than to employ his horse-whisperer’s patience to earn his trust and win his love.

Excerpt:

When Lune entered the small locker room by the stable yard he was a bit disappointed to hear the water running in one of the showers. He was tired, dusty and sweaty, and he really just wanted to scrub himself clean and then go home. The thought of meeting somebody and having to chat and be social made him feel vaguely sick.

He wondered who had stayed at the yard so long. It was a holiday, after all. He unbuttoned his shirt quickly and stuffed it into his locker, hoping to hide in a different shower before whoever it was came out, but it was too late. The water stopped, and the shower door opened. He turned to look and nearly keeled over senseless when Laz’law, of all people, stepped out of it. He had a towel around his middle and was dripping wet. He had a dark, combative look in his eyes, but he relaxed somewhat when he saw Lune.

“Oh,” he said, “it’s you. I had no idea you were even around today.”

Lune sat down on a bench and with some effort said, “Came to trim some horses. For a friend. Thought you were off with your pals.”

“Oh, no,” said Laz’law, “I didn’t go after all. Too busy. I studied, and then I came to play with the mare for a while. Trustworthy, see? And by now I can tell you anything you could possibly want me to know about every bleeding plant, beast, and bug that lives between here and Arnia. You’ll have to take me with you. I’m your living encyclopedia. You’ll need me.”

He flipped the towel off his waist and began rubbing his head with it.

“Mh-h,” said Lune, out of general considerations that this wasn’t a good moment to trust his voice. He watched Laz’law in something like a stupor while the young man rubbed the towel on his head, face, and throat. He was lean and sculpted like a racing thoroughbred, with not an inch of softness about him, and every muscle bow-string-taut under the shiny, wet, dark skin. His chest bulged out exactly enough, strong without heaviness; his stomach was as neatly and squarely lined as a chocolate bar, and his cock …

Laz’law took the towel off his head and looked at him.

“Come on, man, ask me any question! Test time!”

“Uh …” said Lune, looking down. Don’t look into his eye, he thought. Never let a shy horse know you are after him. Never cross his path. Approach sideways, make for the shoulder. Keep your head down. Don’t look into his eye. Don’t look into his eyes. Don’t look into those damned eyes, Lune.

He swallowed. “I don’t know. Tell me about snakes, to begin with.” He bit his lower lip. Snakes? he thought. Can’t you be a bit more obvious, you demented old sucker? He crossed his legs tightly to keep his fast-growing hard-on from showing.

Laz’law launched into a fast-paced description of every living species of snake known on Cydonia, specifying size, coloring, habitat and distinguishing features. He did sound like a living encyclopedia. Lune wondered when he had done all this reading, but then, like so many other rebellious youngsters he had known, he was scarily keen when he put his mind to it.

“And these are the snakes you can eat,” Laz’law said proudly, before rattling out the whole bleeding list of them. Lune bent down to lean his elbows on his knees and his forehead on his palms, aiming for an overall look of weary but concentrated attention and peering at him sideways, from under his thumb. It would keep the bulge in his pants out of view, but he was going to die of it. He made a mental note to wear somewhat softer trousers next time he was around Laz’law.

Oh lord, he thought, shifting painfully, so this is the day I get a sprained cock, yes?

Laz’law stood there talking, exhibiting his nakedness now with the total forgetfulness of the true sportsman. He had toweled his breast dry, and his skin was like matte bronze. But some water still clung in the hollow of his throat, and one drop began a shiny descent along his torso, outlining every perfect bulge and groove of his chest and belly. He had two twin silver-derm tattoos on his chest, paw-prints of sorts, as if a particularly loving and artistic panther had dipped its feet in silver paint and then laid them on his breast, side by side. Lune swallowed again. Another drop of water ran down Laz’law’s body. He toweled the inside of his legs and his narrow, perfect hips. He passed the towel under his balls, and round his cock, which fell back and bounced around, inviting…

Links:

Head Shy @Evernight:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/head-shy-by-katherine-wyvern/

Head Shy on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Head-Shy-Cydonian-Tales-ebook/dp/B008OKNGC2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1343198139&sr=8-1&keywords=head+shy+wyvern

Katherine Wyvern on Facebook:

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Katherine’s Blog:

http://katherinewyvern.blogspot.fr/?zx=c36def2d697da0f

Katherine Wyvern @ Evernight:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/katherine-wyvern/

Katherine Wyvern on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Katherine-Wyvern/e/B006Z8DAYE/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

Remember to leave a comment for a chance to win a free download of Head Shy. Best of luck in the draw!

New Release: Talbot’s Ploy by Kastil Eavenshade

Published August 5, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author
The spotlight today is on a very talented fellow author at Evernight Publishing, Kastil Eavenshade, and her new release, Talbot’s Ploy. Thank you for coming to visit today, Kastil! 🙂
Thank you, Lorraine, for giving me a little room on your blog. It is much appreciated. Today, I am here to offer a sampling of my latest book Talbot’s Ploy. Based in 18th century France, it’s a story about two friends who become lovers. While it’s not my first dip into the m/m pool, it is my first historical. Pop goes my cherry on that one! 😀  🙂
In Talbot’s Ploy, I wanted to show the struggles–without getting overly preachy–of a gay male in that time period. I found a lot of resources to draw on, especially on the terminology and punishment should they get caught ‘in the act’. I really enjoyed creating the character of Talbot. He was, at first, just going to be the minor character, but his personality wore me down. What a naughty diva in wolf’s clothing he is. Please enjoy the excerpt below.
BLURB:
Talbot Sauvageot has kept his wicked lifestyle underground for several years, going from one lover to the next. Decadent rake to females by day, passionate lover for his latest male companion at night. When he is forced to flee Paris or face the guillotine, Talbot realizes none of the men he has bedded over the years burns at his soul like his dear friend Maxime LaRue.
Forced into seclusion in the forest of Bois de Lunor, he receives an invitation from Maxime for their yearly gathering at his estate in Varanguebec. One that Talbot has avoided the past few years. Refusing to submit to a life without love, Talbot schemes to discover if his childhood friend shares the same taste in pleasure as he.
Will Maxime submit to Talbot’s ploy or cast his friend in the shadow of death?
EXCERPT:

“Paris?” Talbot snorted. “It is nothing but a vile city filled with close-legged maidens. No place for a refined fornicator such as myself. Now if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, the sun stings my eyes and the cognac does nothing to alleviate my symptoms.” Talbot stood, grasping the liquor bottle. “To your health and happiness, Maxime. May your cock find your bride-to-be wet and willing.” He pressed the bottle to his lips and took a long drag before staggering to the doors leading inside.

“I see his flare has not diminished stuck in the countryside.” Delron chuckled. “Hearty congratulations, my friend. Though I do ponder onto where we shall have our gatherings should this marriage stick.”

“I am sure Talbot will dust off his abode and send invites soon enough.” Maxime waved his friend off.

“Have you not heard?” Landis said.

“Heard what?”

“Talbot’s father has disavowed any and all rights to his inheritance for his insatiable need to stick wick in whatever dark crevice that shines when he is within his cups.” Landis leaned back in his chair. “I assumed he would confide in you since your relationship has been closer than any of us.”

Maxime rubbed his temples. When Talbot had arrived for their yearly get together, early and unannounced, he’d thought nothing of it. His friend often showed up at the spur of the moment and Maxime opened his doors wide. “He has told me nothing and I shall not discuss it unless he brings it up. I have known him long enough to know something must have happened beyond his rakish nature.” Maxime stretched his legs. “Stay, friends, for as long as you wish. I have to make ready for my bride.” He bowed slightly to his friends, offering a smirk and a wink, and walked away.

Inside, Maxime rung his hands and paced along the great hall. If his father knew about Talbot’s inheritance being stripped away, he would force Maxime to send him away. Men without titles had no place in their upper echelon. A cold feeling slithered inside his belly and he headed for the stairs leading to the guest chambers. He couldn’t let last night and the news Landis shared hang like a black cloud.

At the end of the hall, Talbot leaned against the stone wall. He teetered to one side as he downed the last of the amber liquid in his bottle. Maxime frowned. He wanted his friend sober for their conversation. His friend’s head swiveled and Maxime stared into Talbot’s icy blue eyes.

The oppressive heat of the upper level accented by the high sun had Maxime sucking in a deep breath. He tried to rationalize that the thick air left him short of breath and not the way Talbot’s shirt lay open. Beads of sweat glistened on his bare chest.

“Talbot.”

“You cannot marry her, Maxime.” The bottle slipped from Talbot’s fingers. It clanked on the floor but did not shatter. He stumbled along the wall.

“I have no choice.” He tensed as the smell of alcohol hit his nose.

“There is always a choice.” Talbot came inches from his face.

Maxime pressed against the wall, his gaze never leaving Talbot’s. “Non, my friend. I must marry. It will not lessen our friendship. I will always welcome you under my roof.”

“Even if a rake like me invades your bedchamber?”

Maxime let out a nervous laugh, the heat of Talbot’s skin searing his flesh. “I trust you, mon ami. You have been in many beds but none were married women.”

“It is not your future wife that should be cautious.” Talbot claimed his mouth and Maxime groaned against the invasion.

Stalking Links:

Blog: http://kastil.wordpress.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/KastilEavenshade
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/PamBitner
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5283903.Kastil_Eavenshade

Purchase links for Kastil’s Blog-o-rama Tour of Decadence™:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/talbots-ploy-by-kastil-eavenshade  (For a limited time, save 15%)
http://www.amazon.com/Talbots-Ploy-ebook/dp/B008R3OFNA/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1343731338&sr=1-3
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-talbot039sploy-903011-145.html
http://www.bookstrand.com/talbots-ploy-mm

Kastil is also offering a copy of Talbot’s Ploy to one lucky commenter. Draw date, August 12th.