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Friday, 30 June 2017

A Month of Romance - Clare Dargin


Welcome, my lovelies. today I have the pleasure of being joined by the talented Clare Dargin, author of the Love Play Matchmaking Service series.


Author Bio:
Clare Dargin is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.

An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical romance, and contemporary novels.




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I Love A Grumpy Alpha With A Soft Touch

There's nothing better than a gnarly, surly alpha male in a romance novel.  Mind you not a mean, bullying jerk but the kind of guy that is a barrel of inconsistencies.  He's a loner yet, he's surrounded by people who are completely loyal.  He keeps to himself yet he has a best friend he can't live without.  He's cantankerous and misunderstood but his sweetheart, his soul mate, gets him completely.  And the best part is that he gets his sweetheart totally too.  And he's protective and totally territorial when it comes to him or her.

This is probably why I like writing and reading about a screwed up alpha male with a heart of gold. He's so much more fun. There's something about knowing there is hope even for the most messed up person in the world to find happiness and love.  It gives me the kind optimism that no pep talk in the world can do, it inspires me to believe that in the darkest of situations, loves light can shine through.

For instance, in my book Merry Chris Mas- Chris Poole and Chris Spinell have been struggling with PTSD since returning from the war in Afghanistan.  However, when they meet Jilly Reimers, they no longer see fate as an ominous dark cloud predicting a lifetime of loneliness.  In Jilly they see the promise of love and a bright future, full of happiness, passion and sensuality.  The only thing they have to do, along with her, is get past the baggage and fears they brought with them.

I'd categorized Chris Poole in the loner category.  He has a bunch of loyal friends who care for him but  he has a hard time connecting with them.  He can't seem to stop being boss long enough be a good friend.  He's done it before, he's just so screwed up now, he's lost his way. 

Chris Spinell is different.  He's a loner who is slightly moody and cantankerous but with an amazing heart.  He's lighthearted when he's around the right people but because of his PTSD, he is riddled with anxiety and night terrors that has shifted his view on relationships. 

Nevertheless, they all have hope that this time, Christmas will be different.  That's why they signed up for The Love Play Matchmaking Service.  The agency's motto is 'Whether for love or play we'll find the perfect match for you.' 

Jilly, Chris and Chris hope that this will apply to them.  And for the first time in their adult lives they will finally be able to have a 'Merry Chris Mas.'


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The Love Play Matchmaking Service


Blurb:
[Menage Amour: Erotic Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how. With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is Jilly. Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone? 

**A Siren Erotic Romance


STORY EXCERPT
Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.

Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.

She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.

Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw sexiness.

Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.

Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.

Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that department either.

This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.

She let out a long sigh.

“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his long silence.

“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied. What? How lame is that?

“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”

“Love Play has quite a reputation.”

“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.

Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of their clients.”

“So have you been married?” he asked.

“No.”

“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”

“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.

“What do you mean?”

“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it ends up that way once we get together.”

He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His tone was soft, almost vulnerable.

“Maybe.”

“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered this hook up?”

Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”

He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes, I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”

“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”



ADULT EXCERPT
Chris S. slipped her undies over her round hips. They slid down her baby-like skin, exposing her shaved mound. More blood flowed to his dick, making whimper.

“God,” he said, fighting tears.

Through gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes, he forced himself to maintain control. It was getting to be damn near impossible. Everything about her was fucking outstanding. Lips, breasts, skin and pussy. He was ready to fill her pussy with his thick, hard dick.

He slid his finger into the folds of her wet interior. The thin crease surrounded by supple labia oozed moisture from her tight and tiny hole. He slid a finger inside her hole, and her taut muscles quivered at his touch.

“You want it?” he asked.

She moaned “yes” before being silenced by the other Chris’s mouth. He inched her legs apart. Moving in just right, he tasted her. Explosions went off in his brain. She was pure, simple, clean and honeyed. He wanted to mark her as his own. Delving his tongue in and out of her tight hole, he held her still, allowing her juices to saturate his mouth.

Lifting her legs, he opened her wider, curling her upward, burying his face in her mound. His breaths increased as his heart rate grew frantic. His hard dick, standing at full scale attention, threatened to bust a nut if he didn’t stop.

Pulling away, he set her down gently. “Got to go get a condom.”

The other Chris looked up, his eyes equally as dazed as he felt.

She swallowed, seeming breathless. “My bag, by the wall.”

The time for being cool had passed. Quicker than he’d wanted and less suave, he dashed toward it, finally seeing the stash. Grabbing the entire lot, along with a bottle of lubricating gel, he opened the box and pulled out two, handing one to Chris and keeping the other for himself. Setting it aside, he removed his shorts, exposing his aching dick to the room’s cool air. He grimaced as he slid the latex over his shaft. It hurt with a pain that would only be relieved by what Jilly had to offer. He squeezed the gel, which had the scent of strawberries, onto his palm. He fisted his hand and soaked his condom-wrapped rod with the smooth, thick liquid. The mere pressure of his hand gave him some relief, albeit short.

“Me first,” he said, climbing onto the bed.

Calming himself, he lay down beside her and turned her on her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close. He spread her legs apart as she tilted her pelvis back. She melded her body to his. There was so much of her he wanted, not only her body, but her soul, mind, and yes, even her heart.

He took a hand and placed himself at her entrance. Slowly he pushed inside. He grunted and made himself hold back, lest he spill at that moment.

She was so tight. No doubt about it. This was going to be a short run. Inch by inch, he slid inside of her, stopping at the root. His balls drew in tight. He shifted her close and moved in and out slowly. Each movement became stronger as his control slipped. He needed the release, the kind that would give his aching balls sweet relief. Back and forth his hips moved inside her. She wriggled and moaned in response. Their mouths met briefly, tongues swirling, causing his stomach and heart to flutter. He increased his thrusts. Finding his target, she keened her delight.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

She pushed her ass toward him.

“Baby, I’m going to come.”

“Come, honey. Come.”

He grunted, harder and harder. Sliding his hand down to her hard clit, he rubbed it as his panting increased. Pressure built up behind his eyes, his mind went blank as everything in the world seemed to fall away. He couldn’t stop. Harder and harder he pushed, holding her firm and tight.

With light speed, he cried out, “God!” His hips bucked upward while cum poured out of him.

Slightly dizzy, he held onto her before letting her go. “Are you all right?”

Her kiss eased the butterflies threatening to kill the moment. Sliding out of her, he sighed, relieved. He gazed into her eyes. Instantly he felt the completed connection he’d sensed along. She was the one. And he saw that she felt it too.


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Jilly recovered her breath as Chris P. gathered her up into his arms. His musky scent was so spicy and inviting. She buried her face in the crook between his shoulder and neck. She was ready.

“On your back,” he said, holding her.

She nodded.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said, whispering in her ear.

From her tall Adonis, she was ready to receive all he gave her. Trust welled up within her heart. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

Placing her on back like she weighed nothing but a feather, he positioned himself on top of her. A lock of his blond hair obscured his face. She opened her legs. She felt his solid, round tip prod her hole. Panting, he pushed inside of her, his raw strength causing her pussy to clench. Each muscle spasmed to accommodate his thick and meaty cock. She cried out along with him. He braced himself.


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Book 2 in The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Joy To His World,  is now available


Blurb:
[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA]

Chris Spinell, Jilly Reimers, and Chris “Nate” Poole are happily married. Now living in a small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come from living in a big city.

Jilly and Nate cherish the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging they’ve always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn’t give Chris the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris’s PTSD will not allow him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.

When a stranger comes to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris’s protective instincts are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do whatever it takes to defend his family—including breaking a solemn oath?

 **A Siren Erotic Romance


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A Month of Romance - Andrew Jericho


Welcome, my lovelies. I am joined once again by the amazing Andrew Jericho, author of the equally amazing Rock Stars Series!



Author Bio:
Andrew Jericho is a gay romance fiction author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing, LGBTQIAP rights activist, humanitarian, and freelance journalist/photographer. His books explore gay men in real situations of life and love. Andrew blends romance, passion, and eroticism into all of his characters.

Andrew is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner and family. They have two children. To learn more about him visit: http://andrewjericho.com/. Andrew can also be reached through e-mail at: authorandrewjericho@gmail.com.

Andrew enjoys hearing from readers, and looks forward to their e-mails. Remember Love is Love...Period.


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~Rock Stars Series~



Book One Blurb:
[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Multiple Partner Romance, M/M/M/M/M, intersex hero, cross-dressing, consensual BDSM elements, sex toys, HEA for M/M/M/M]

Adam Cole, David (Deuce) Cole, L.T. Jamison, and Jamie Cain, members of an '80s-style glam band, Rock Hard, are struggling with Deuce's alcohol addiction. The substance abuse is not only threatening the band's success, but the marriages that he shares with each man.  The closeness and sense of family that the band has experienced with Deuce has now turned into dysfunctional chaos.

So when band physician, Dr. Zane Foster, discusses an agreement with the group, front man Adam Cole cannot refuse. After all, it has to be out of love that Adam would agree to such a deal. Not only is Deuce struggling with his own secrets, drinking most days to the point of intoxication, but Adam reveals a hidden attraction that only adds to the tension building within the band.

Rock Hard explores intimacy, unconditional love, and trust in the face of emotional heartbreak.  






Book Two Blurb:
[PolyAmour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Multiple Partner Romance, M/M/M/M/M, intersex hero, cross-dressing, sex toys, HFN]

Sex, love, and rock 'n' roll are all Adam believes is holding the band Rock Hard together. In the week's following their last concert, Adam, Deuce, L.T., and Jamie have not held a practice, and their new album is unfinished. The jealousies and secrets that almost tore them apart have changed to new conflicts. In a fit of rage, Jamie tells Adam that the five of them are nothing but "jealous hearts," when the insanity hits.

Zane, the band's physician, is now living at the Rock Hard mansion full time.  He believes that the four men, who have captured his heart, need the love of a real man to keep them grounded.  As each man turns to Zane for comfort, Adam realizes they all need time to heal.  In what Zane calls a "tremendous act of love and devotion," Adam gives a heartfelt message to Rock Hard's fans in the hopes they can begin a new chapter in their lives.






Book Three Blurb:
[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Older Hero Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M, light bondage, sex toys, HEA]

“We are flirting with Heaven, on the brink of paradise.  I intend to put an end to our hell.” When Dr. Zane Foster shares those words, he is holding all four of the men he loves in his arms. Adam, Rock Hard’s front man, has spent the last two weeks in Zane's bedroom, recovering from his breakdown at the press conference. He has put the doctor in temporary control of his family. All of them have been calling Zane daddy for weeks.

When Adam decides he wants Zane to make decisions for the band on a permanent basis, the front man struggles with pride. Adam feels his inability to create harmony is the reason Deuce, L.T., and Jamie are pulling away. Jamie is intersex, and discovers he is pregnant. Will the unusual revelation of how the pregnancy occurred, and the discovery of the other biological father, bring Rock Hard closer together, or threaten to divide them permanently?  




Thursday, 29 June 2017

A Month of Romance - TL Reeve & Michele Ryan


Welcome darlings. Today I have the pleasure of being re-joined by the talented TL Reeve, who has brought along her equally talented writing partner, Michele Ryan. These ladies have an array of amazing books together, and today they are going to talk about their latest release, On The Hunt.   


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Good morning everyone! Michele and I are grateful to be here. We would like to share with you our upcoming release, On the Hunt. (7-5-17) We started this series as a way to delve into cold cases and see what we could drum up. Some of these cases have been around hundreds of years and some are more recent. We open the series with the hunt for Jack the Ripper then D.B. Cooper. All of these cases are personal favorites of mine and Michele’s, including the Black Dahlia. So, we hope you enjoy them and you keep coming back for more!

As a side note; these are Julian, Theo, Piper, and Heath’s adventures. The main characters will stay the same throughout the series. 




Title: On the Hunt
Series: The Travelers, book 1
Genre: FMMM – Reverse Harem
Authors: TL Reeve and Michele Ryan

Find it at your favorite eBook store: https://books2read.com/u/47k2zN


Blurb:
Julian Rienhard and Theodore Graham are in over their heads with their team mate, Piper. The intelligent woman drives them insane, while also challenging them scientifically. Julian realizes there is something different about their relationship, and he’s willing to accept it, as long as his best friend Theo does as well. But the stubborn, aggravating woman doesn’t know the meaning of wait.



Piper Thomas is tired of waiting. Half in love with her three team mates, she isn’t sure how to approach them, feeling the constant need to prove herself. So, when the White Chapel case is given to the team, she takes matters into her own hands and goes in search of the infamous killer, Jack the Ripper. 

Heath Jacobs, their resident crime writer, hits them with the worst news possible with an article dated for the same day Piper returned to the heart of London. Piper is dead. Now, it’s a race against the clock to find her and stop her death. 

Will they be able to get to her in time and confess their attraction for her, or will Theo follow in his father’s footsteps and be too late?




Excerpt:
November 9th, 1888
Piper adjusted the skirt on her dress and groaned. What she wouldn’t give for a pair of trousers right about now. It would give her the ability to move without tripping over the yards of material covering her body. She stuck her finger into the collar of her bodice and tugged, grimacing as she pulled the abrasive fabric away from her neck.

Why am I doing this again?

From the time she’d been a little girl and saw her first special on Jack the Ripper, she’d been hooked. She had so many unanswered questions, and this major unsolved case had been the reason she went into forensic pathology. She loved her job. Broke some of the most unbreakable cases. However, before DHS came to her, the job began to lose its luster. Rapes, murders, missing people, sometimes the dregs of life could drag her down into a darkness she’d not been prepared for.

When Homeland Security came to her, she jumped at the chance. Solving unsolved mysteries got her heart pumping and sent her mind racing. There were literally thousands of different cases she could work on with her new team and never get bored, and never return to the pit of despair she’d been in.

However, the work, though fun, wasn’t easy. Even when she’d been spot on with her assessments for the three prior cases, they hadn’t been able to implement their methods effectively. For weeks, she poured over everything, trying to figure out what went wrong. Then their superiors brought her the Ripper case, for one more chance to get it right.

She dove in with both hands, greedy for the information, reading the case file multiple times, examined the evidence and dissected the testimonials of the witnesses—which was why she stood on the corner of Miller’s Court staring at a ramshackle apartment building.

In one of the overlooked reports, a scarf was said to have been found on Commercial Street, not even a stone’s throw from the tenement where Mary Kelly lived. According to one of the incomplete evidence reports, there were two samples retrieved from the article of clothing. One matched Mary, and the other had come back as not being hers. The technology, though new, had done its job. Unfortunately, from the time the White Chapel police took it into their custody to 2017, it’d been lost. One hundred and thirty plus years is a long time to be caring for evidence.

Her only hope had been to use the amulet, find the scarf, and run her own DNA tests. At least with the examinations she could perform, she could narrow the search down and at least solve the biggest part of the mystery—was the Ripper male or female? In the long run, she also hoped to present the name of the killer as well.

In her estimation, the suspect was female. The era might be different, but some things stayed the same. If a woman didn’t know a man, she didn’t willingly accept his invitation to go anywhere with him. These women, in her evaluations, knew their killer. Were probably friends with this person and never thought they’d be next. When she took possession of the case, she’d practically wore a hole in her floor as she paced while going over different scenarios of how these attacks and subsequent deaths took place.

Her opinion didn’t sit well with most theorists. In fact, the community was so sure the Ripper was a man, they denounced a 2006 study deducing the killer’s identity. Dr. Ian Findley did a series of DNA tests from the swabs used on the envelopes supposedly sent by the Ripper. In his writings, he traced the DNA back to Mary Pearcey, a woman convicted of killing of her husband’s mistress.

When she presented this evidence to Heath and Theo, they’d told her to wait. They wanted to go over it step-by-step and make sure she had all her T’s crossed and I’s dotted. Julian had his own issues with her decisions. He assessed she’d been too close to the case and perhaps before she made the choice to go back in time, she should wait.

Fat chance.

She knew what she had to do, and now, standing in the shadows, waiting for everything to unfold in front of her, she knew she made the right decision—minus the ridiculous clothes.

As the sun slipped below the horizon, the tone of the street traffic changed. Ladies of the night stood on street corners, while unsavory characters roamed the roads waiting for some unsuspecting drunkard to pickpocket. The smells were overwhelming. Between the scent of human waste and the smell of food cooking, she didn’t know if she wanted to gag on it all or feel hungry.

Instead of thinking about her stomach, she focused on her research. No one had seen Mary Kelly return with her suitor for the evening, nor had they heard any screams. The fact no one heard her cry for help also corroborated with Dr. Ian Findley’s assessments. Mary knew her killer. Probably trusted them too. Piper pulled her timepiece from the bodice pocket and sighed. Only six p.m. Maybe she should have waited for the guys after all.


Wednesday, 28 June 2017

A Month of Romance - Peyton Brittany Clarke


Welcome, my darlings. Today I am joined by the amazing Peyton Brittany Clarke, author of Erotic Romance and BDSM Menage stories. 


Author Bio:
I live in Michigan or as we like to call it humidity central.  My husband and I are happily married (he's my hunky male) who offers advice on my writing of the male characters in order to make them more realistic.  Thanks hun!! I spend way too much time writing and not enough tending to more poor neglected husband (sorry hun!).  But then again, you guys benefit from it and I absolute love it and my husband gets to interfere--I mean help me more. 


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A little about the main characters...

Since Blood Bond- The Ferae is an MMF-menage.  There are two heroes in this story.  First there is Colton McClain.  He is a CIA agent who is better out in the field than he is at home.  He is half human and half ferae (a new subspecies of Homo Sapiens that has been living among mankind for millenia).  His desire to be normal is at odds with his own Ferae physiology which is demanding that he mate and become the alpha male he was born to be.

Then there is Jarrod Stevens.  A CIA agent who is a purebred alpha male who is equal in every way to his spouse except that Colton 'outranks' him in their society because he (Colton) is genetically superior.  (They can sense sickness, disease, health, vitality, genetic strength or abnormalities via their keen sense of smell. And Colton is stronger than he in-- his oozes through his pores.)  Jarrod is a rogue alpha married to another alpha and a female.  And because they are Ferae this marriage combination means they will not be able to fully bond and claim one another so they can mate and reproduce.  This puts all of their lives together.  The problem is, Jarrod loves his wife and will not leave her and worse off he has fallen in love with Colton.  A man he is not supposed to love.

Lizzie is a strong woman with a shady past.  She is a like a lioness.  On her own, she can hunt and fend for herself but as soon as she is with her husbands she becomes a timid kitten in need of protection.  And it turns out for very good reason!


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Blood Bond (MMF) The Ferae

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi/Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]

Blurb:
Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he can’t have both. 

Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are caught in the middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking on how long they can live together as a family. 

Add on the fact that one of them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. 

But their love is strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.



STORY EXCERPT
After having dropped Brody off with his parents, Lizzie was finally able to go home and prepare her husbands’ dinner. She sat down on the sofa in the family room and watched as her men as they ate their dinner and played their wretched video game. Not particularly hungry, she took small bites as she watched them hassle each other over their tactics.

“Hahaha! The cops are after you,” Jarrod mocked. He wore his baseball cap backward, causing a tendril of sandy blond hair to hang out of its side. Lean and muscular with a medium frame, his six-foot-two-inch build held no hint to the real physical strength he was able to muster.

Of the two, he was more introspective. Sometimes she often thought it was because he was a rogue. They were naturally quiet and solitary. But Colton was a rogue, too, and he was the exact opposite, at least when it came to the quiet part. A thinker, Jarrod did not move before planning the whole thing out. Unobtrusive, he could be standing beside someone in the room and the person would not even know that he was there, much less hear him come in. He was also the most secretive about what he did outside their home. Whenever she asked, he’d reply that it had nothing to do with their life here.

“Thanks to Jarrod’s wrangling, he messed up all of my stashes,” Colton complained. With hair the color of raw sienna, cut short with small waves tapering toward his neck, hollow, piercing, icy blue eyes, and a body like steel, she gave thanks every day that he was her alpha. A handful nonetheless, he was her handful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“With all that happens in the world today, I would think you’d want to play something less violent.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, true, but they don’t make an interesting version of the Care Bears game,” Colton quipped, jerking at the game’s controller.

“Do they have a Divorce Court one?” she asked dryly.

“Not for the Ferae,” Colton replied, not looking up. “Honey, get me a beer?”

Jarrod laughed. “Good one. Baby, get me one too.” He mewled, making a sound reminiscent of a whimper. His was soft, low and endearing making her heart flutter.

The sound was a heartbreaker she could not not resist.

“I’m trying to eat. Why can’t you get it yourselves?” she said, standing up.

“Please?” Jarrod said, mewling again. His eyes grew wide, brows raised.

She sighed, her heart not allowing her to say no. “I only do this because I love you. Lest you think I support your habit of playing that stupid game, which encourages the worst behavior.”

Lizzie waited for a response but they ignored her, engulfed in the game once again.

“Baby, Alpha’s thirsty,” Colton whined.

She picked up her plate and took it into the kitchen with her.

“Two bottles of beer, coming up,” she said, flipping off the caps of the ice-cold brew. She sniffed it and smiled. It was a local brew. The flowery notes of Calendula struck her nose. The little perennial was one of the few substances that intoxicated their kind, because alcohol on its own, though pleasant tasting, did not.

She heard a chirp and frowned, wondering what it was. She heard it again. It came from behind her. She glanced at her bag. Curious, she reached inside. Picking up her cell phone, she looked at it. She had turned it off in the store, so why was it making noise now? She pressed the button on the side that unlocked it. The battery was dying.

She searched through the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a cord, and plugged it in. She turned it on and saw that she had a text message.

Lizzie opened it. It’s been set. I’m sorry, I tried my best. Good luck.

She texted back. Are you sure?

She chewed her bottom lip as she awaited a response. It came soon enough. Yes. Tried everything. The rest is up to you.

A shiver went down her spine. She folded her arms and pressed them tightly against her.

“Where’s our beer?” Colton asked behind her.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, unplugging the cell and placing it back in her purse. She handed him the bottles.

He paused. “Something wrong?”

“No. Nothing at all.”



ADULT EXCERPT
She escorted him to the front door. Standing inches away from him, she heard his sound breathing.

“I wasn’t even trying hard. Poor baby, are you bored?” she whispered.

He leaned forward and sniffed the crook of her neck, making her spine tingle. His hot breath beaded on her skin. His body oozed with the potency and virility of a powerful alpha male while his spicy scent made her head spin and her mound wet.

“You think you can keep up?” she asked, her breaths jagged.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

His piercing blue eyes constricted as he pulled her to him. His mouth claimed hers in a hot kiss, taking her breath away. Pulling away with a hiss, he nipped at the flesh on her neck and shoulder. Bathed in pleasure, her brain switched off as she pulled off his blazer and tossed it aside. He licked her lips and devoured her mouth as they stumbled over the furniture, peeling away layers of clothing.

Her back slammed against her bedroom door as he pressed his body against hers and traced her lips with his tongue. The more he toyed with her, the harder it was to control the primal desire inside her. If she let loose she knew she would hurt this citified ferae, so tamed by the normal humans in this world.

He grabbed her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips, and thrust forward, grinding his hard crotch into her center. She grunted as he thrust again, pushing the breath out of her body.  She unwrapped her legs and pushed him away and then turned him around and climbed onto his back. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his chest and squeezed, swearing in their ancient tongue. She squeezed and squeezed, crushing his solar plexus, releasing all of the hormones for his mating desire. He writhed under her grip, nearly gasping  from  the lover’s embrace. He fell to the floor, causing her to land on her back.

He paused, caught his breath and grinned. “I thought so.” Scooping her up with one arm, he slung her over his shoulder.

Lizzie giggled with a dreamy, awesome pleasure he hadn’t experienced in years.

He tossed her onto the bed and ripped off her panties then spread her legs. He buried her face in her mound and devoured her center. Her ecstasy grew as his tongue darted in and out of her opening. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the crest that was building to a climax, moaning and writhing from his touch. He unzipped his fly, freeing his thick, meaty cock. His rigid pole stood straight, its tip dripping with pre-cum.

She gasped as he sank into her, filling her completely. She moaned from the pleasure and the pain as he pounded her, causing her to keen with delight. He paused and looked into her eyes, before withdrawing and turning her over. Putting her on all fours, he penetrated once again, grabbing her by the scruff of her hair with one hand and holding her hip with the other.

She grunted with each thrust as his powerful ministration shook her and the bed. It had been a long time since any man had worked this good. He craned her back further, wedging his cock into the surface of her cervix and grinding. She moaned gutturally.

He released her hair and held her still as he nailed her sweet spot over and over again. She wailed her climax, again and again and again. Her arms and legs became weak as he continued to take her from behind. He spread her legs further apart, grunted as he pushed into her again. She came once again, her juices pouring all over him. His seemingly boundless stamina began to drain her.  The muscles in her center grew sore from the pressure of his rock-hard dick.

She knew an alpha of his status could go all night. And she just wasn’t ready. She tightened her mound. He paused and whimpered. He attempted to thrust once again. He didn’t want to come but she was going to make him. It was the only way she could survive the encounter and still being able to walk in the morning.

She tightened her muscles once again and then drew on them, milking him. He panted and contorted his expression in pain. He grew rigid and shrieked. The Taking was working. No ferae male liked or wanted the Taking, but often it was a female’s only defense from such an onslaught.


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Tuesday, 27 June 2017

A Month of Romance - Maggie Walsh


Welcome, my lovelies. Today I have the pleasure of the wonderful Maggie Walsh, author of ManLove romance series, The Angel Pack.



Author Bio:
Maggie has been married for nineteen years and has four children. She is a Long Island girl who now lives in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. Maggie has always loved anything that has to do with the arts. Music is one of her biggest passions. She was a photographer in her earlier days and spends hours sketching anything that catches her eye. 

Maggie loves to write about big, strong, tough men who have a softer side. Most of the time you can find Maggie running around with her kids, sketching, or sitting with her laptop creating new characters, as music always plays in the background.


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Title: Fate
Series: The Angel Pack #14 
Release Date: June 28th 2017


Blurb:
Castiel Angel gave up his mate to save those he loves. Then two strangers, Shay and Kia, show up, bringing unique powers to the Angel Pack that can help them, as well as put Cass’s dark past to rest.

While on a mission from the council, fae warrior Sasha comes across a disturbing discovery. In the midst of the horror, he finds a small, terrified man that is the spitting image of one of the packs inner family.

Kia uses his powers to explore Cass’s past, and dark secrets are revealed. Raffy decides to take matters into his own hands and hunt down the brother who died so long ago, and make him pay for the evil he has done. But the pits of hell are no place for someone so pure of heart.

Will they be able to find Raffy before the demons of hell swallow him up? And can Cass ever move on from his own demons and grab onto his future...with his mates?

 Note: This book contains double penetration.



Story Excerpt:
“How can you not be nervous? He has no idea who we are, what we are, or that we are even coming. All I keep seeing in my head is the man taking one look at us and running the other way.”

“Why would looking at us make him run the other way? There’s nothing wrong with the way we look. I, for one, am fucking gorgeous and absolutely fabulous. And you are to die for. You’re sexy as hell, smart, loyal, kind, brilliant, and great in bed,” Shay answered as he squeezed Kia’s arm.

“Well, you got one thing right. You are fucking gorgeous and fabulous. But me, not so much,” Kia said as his shoulders drooped.

Shay stopped immediately and looked at Kia as if he had twenty heads and purple kittens flying out of his ass. “Everything I said about you is one hundred percent truth. You know that I cannot tell a lie. You need to stop doing that to yourself and start seeing the amazing man that I see when I look at you,” Shay admonished.

Kia gave him a small smile and ducked his head. “I know you think I’m all that and a bag of chips, but I just don’t see it, Shay.”

“Fine,” Shay said abruptly and slid his arms through Kia’s again, then started walking, pulling Kia along with him. “Then I will have to tell you every day until you do.”

After another two hours of walking and the moon dipping down over the western horizon, the duo finally spotted the first signs of life in Sanctuary. A few houses began to pop up along the side of the road, and the closer they got to town, the closer the houses became.

Shay and Kia stopped in the center of town, right before a pretty little park with a gazebo right in its center. The two circled, looking at all the small shops along Main Street.

“Such a cute town, isn’t it, Kia?”

“It’s like something right out of a storybook or movie. I didn’t think places like this existed.”

“I told you the Alpha Prime was different. He cares about his family, his pack, and his people. And I don’t just mean wolf shifters. He cares about all creatures, big and small,” Shay said and winked at Kia.

“I hope so, because I still think we’re crazy to come to a pack of predators when we’re both prey.”

“Predator, prey, who cares? Here in Sanctuary with the Alpha Prime, we will be safer than we have ever been.”

“Do you think so? I mean really?” Kia asked nervously.

“Yes, really. Come on, we still have a few miles to burn up until we get there,” Shay answered.

They walked through town until the houses began to spread apart again. Slowly the homes disappeared, and only forest remained around them. No leaves were on the trees, only the pines still held their needles and color. A small dirt road appeared to the right and Shay turned them.

“Here? Are you sure?” Kia asked.

“Yes, Kia. Please stop questioning me. It makes me feel like you don’t believe in me,” Shay stated sadly.

Kia stopped and turned to Shay. “No, Shay, never. I will always believe in you.”

Shay gave Kia a soft smile and reached up, brushing a small tuft of hair from his eye. “I know you are nervous, Kia. So am I. But I promise you this is the right place. This is where we are meant to be. Now, he will not be there when we arrive, but they won’t turn us away. He’ll be joining us soon. I know we have nothing to fear here. I promise.” Shay leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Kia’s lips, before pulling away and continuing down the dirt road.

After another few miles, the large iron gates appeared, and behind them, a long cobblestone drive lined with healthy tall trees. Shay released Kia’s arm and placed his hand on the gates. He closed his eyes and concentrated. “There are some very powerful wards on these gates, just like the ones crossing over into the pack lands.”

“Can you get us through? There is a call box there. Maybe we should call up first?” Kia asked.

“I can get us through. And I like the element of surprise, it keeps people on their toes,” Shay answered mischievously. After a few moments, there was a small click and the gate popped open. Shay opened his eyes and pushed it further, then turned to Kia with a bright smile. “Let’s go.”

They walked through the large gates and Shay turned back, closing the gates behind them. “Don’t want to leave them unguarded. That wouldn’t be the greatest introduction to our new family, now would it?” Shay said, then grasped the gate, and closed his eyes. A moment later, another click sounded and Shay pulled on the gate, but it wouldn’t budge. “There, it’s all good.”

They walked up the long drive, admiring the scenery around them. Suddenly the top of a large house came into view, looming larger as they walked closer. The cobblestone drive opened into a large open space with cars and trucks lined up along the left side. A beautiful fountain sat in the center with a stone statue of two wolves. It looked like they were cuddling.

Shay and Kia made their way around the structure to the other side and climbed the four wide slate steps leading to a matching patio, then stopped in front of the big, wooden double doors.

“Here we go, Kia,” Shay exclaimed.

“You were right, Shay. This place is so big and beautiful. I have never seen a log cabin so big in my life,” Kia stated in appreciation as he looked around.

“And we can only see the front. The rest of it is even more grand.” Shay turned to face the doors again and rang the bell, then held his breath. He knew they would be welcomed, but he was feeling a little nervous himself. Beyond this door lay their future.




Adult Excerpt:
Kia grabbed the bottle of body wash and poured some into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, getting a nice lather, then placed his hands on Castiel’s back and began to wash him. Kia loved feeling all those hard muscles flex and relax under his touch. He slid his hands up to Castiel’s neck, then down his broad shoulders, and thick biceps, before sliding back up the underside of his arms, and moving down Castiel’s sides to his hips. Kia’s hand glided over taut skin to Castiel’s muscled globes, and he washed the sexy, slightly furry cheeks. His slick hand slid between those gorgeous globes as Kia cleaned Castiel’s most intimate spot.

“Mmm, feels good, my Kia. Don’t stop, baby,” Castiel growled.

The sound was so arousing, Kia’s cock jerked in interest. He gently rubbed the tight star, and was shocked when his big, strong mate pushed his ass back, forcing Kia’s finger to slide into his hole. Kia froze. He didn’t know what to do. He did know what to do, of course, because he had done it to Shay enough times, but this was not Shay. Castiel was a big enforcer and surely would never bottom.

Castiel turned his head, looking at him over his shoulder, and giving Kia a sexy smile. Cass reached up with one arm and grabbed the back of his head. “Do it, sweet pea. Shove those fingers inside me and stretch me. Get me ready for your pretty cock. I want to feel you inside me,” Castiel said in a rough, husky voice, then pulled Kia’s head close and devoured his lips. Kia’s knees almost gave out on him from the intensity of the kiss. The fact that Castiel was willing to let Kia fuck him was a big, but welcome, surprise. He had never in a million years thought that their enforcer mate, who was full of testosterone, would ever bottom.

“I believe a mating should be all of us sharing in everything with one another.” Castiel pulled back, releasing him, and met his shocked gaze.

Kia’s brows rose in surprise. “You do? You mean…”

“Yes, Kia,” Castiel answered simply, then turned back around and picked Shay up, pressing his back against the tiles, as Shay wrapped his legs around Castiel’s waist.

Kia was nervous as hell as he reached out a shaky hand and grabbed the bottle of lube they kept in the shower. He popped the top and poured some of the slick onto his fingers. Cass held his hand out. “Let me have some of that, baby. I’ll stretch Shay, while you open me up.”

Kia poured some on Castiel’s fingers then watched in fascination as Cass slid his hand under Shay and started playing with Shay’s ass. Kia absently put the tube back on the shelf, his head fuzzy and confused by this turn of events. His large mate, all hard, tough, and growly man, wanted him to fuck him.

“Come on, baby. I want to feel you inside me as I slide into Shay,” Castiel panted.

Kia shook his head, coming out of his thoughts, and focused on the moment. Even though he was shocked, he could hear it in Castiel’s voice that he wanted this, and Kia was surprised at the realization that he did, too.

Kia pressed his slick fingers against Cass’s puckered hole again, and pushed one in past the outer ring, sliding it in completely. The moan Castiel released was so damn deep and sexy, Kia almost came just from the sound. Slowly he thrust the finger in and out a few times before adding a second, then started to lick and nibble all the sexy muscles across Castiel’s back.

Kia wanted to cover his mate in licks and kisses. He lost himself in the taste of Castiel’s skin, the sounds of the three of them panting and moaning, and the feel of Castiel’s hot channel gripping his fingers. After Kia had three fingers moving in and out of his mate without any resistance, he knew Castiel was ready. He pulled his fingers free and wrapped his hand around his hard, leaking cock, using the slick that was left on his hand to coat his shaft.

“Now, baby,” Cass demanded gently.

Kia watched as Shay’s head dropped back against the tiles behind him and his mouth opened with an almost silent cry. Castiel thrust his hips forward and Kia knew his big mate had just impaled Shay. Kia looked down at Castiel’s ass, and those muscled cheeks were flexed and tight. Kia was smaller than his mate and wondered how he was going to breach him.

He shouldn’t have worried. It was as if Castiel had read his mind. Castiel gripped Shay tight and spun them, then placed Shay on the edge of the tiled bench against the other wall. Shay lay back and arched his back up as he cried out his pleasure. Castiel looked back at him again. “Come on, baby, join us.”

Cass leaned forward, lying over Shay as Kia stepped closer. He grabbed the base of his cock and angled the head toward his mate. Kia’s breath hitched and his hand shook. Suddenly he found himself so nervous he thought he might throw up. But then Castiel’s next words eased some of his nerves. “You feel so fucking good, Shay. I can’t wait to feel Kia inside me so that we’ll all be joined together.”

Kia slid the tip between those furry cheeks, and ran it up and down the crease a few times, then stopped at the puckered hole, pressing forward. “Shit!” Kia cursed loudly in surprise. He had expected more resistance from Castiel’s body and thought he would go slow, but as he pressed forward he immediately popped through the guarding muscle and slid fully inside Castiel in one swift move, until his balls slapped against Castiel’s heavy sac. Kia had to grab his mate’s hips to steady himself.

“Fuck, yes,” Castiel hissed between clenched teeth, then pushed back against Kia and swiveled his hips.