Thursday, April 28, 2016


Come join us in our expose' on Cassi from BEYOND THE THRESHOLD.  She is a fun-loving, full-bodied hottie, who has her own unique look and style.  We thought it would be fun to expose, with emphasis on the word expose some of her outfits over the next several weeks.


Cassi answered her apartment door with, "Merry Christmas, Beef." Her elaborate smile brightened her eyes, which expressed unique Joy to the World.


She was wearing a short red with white cotton ball-looking fringe hoodie top; hood up.  The garment did not make it to her waist.  "Kiss me."  She puckered, and closed her eyes as if awaiting a special kiss-gift, opened one to see when.

His lips pressed against hers softly with familiar ease and just enough pressure to encourage hers to part.  Tongues were shared, a teasing duel, as the two embraced.  Though she was a statuesque woman, his towering height and hard, bulky size made her feel petite and ultra feminine.

"You taste great," remarked Cassi.

"You look exceptionally boobie-ish."

"Remember whoever has the boobs makes the rules."

"Girl, you must be ruling the world."

Cassi pulled the hood back revealing reindeer antlers and drop-down ears affixed to a headband.  Dangling from one horn spike was a red and white decorative Christmas ball. 

"You are such a deer," quipped Beef.

"Kiss me!"

He grabbed her and slathered her neck with his mouth and interest, drawing a suck that rattled beneath her skin, tickled her insides; everywhere.  It was such an intoxicating kiss, inhibition altering, one that caused women to beg to be screwed.

The hoodie top could barely be closed, and her mammothly large boobs were popping forth, almost like trying to put far too many inflated balloons in a sack.

"Love your burst-forth with Christmas spirit.  You boobs tell me so."

"Kiss me."

"Flash me."

Cassi unbuttoned the hoodie and presented her boobage gift. Perfection in twin inflatable packages, adorned with inviting pinched pink nipples.  She was bombastic and taped two Christmas tree shaped sugar cookies to the nipples.  Beef had shared those tits before, but he was that dog who when their master came home acted like it was for the first time, frolicking.  He bit off both cookies, growling.  "Kiss me," she plead.   

"Deck the halls with bells of folly."  Beef pulled her close, using his index finger he tracked a line from the corner of her eye, circling her cheek, ending at her lower lip.  A heated Cassi sucked the finger into her mouth; deep, nursing on it, wanting more.  He pulled it from her as she hungry baby bird-ed after it.  He took his mouth and captured her lower lip, sucked it into his mouth, lathering it with his tongue.  Their mouth conjoined, with heat, wetness, fervor, and raw movement.

Buried in the soul of this man was a primal need to make her feel wanted, while enjoying the journey there.  There time together had conjoined their hearts and hopes.

Cassi chose to wear the smallest of red bikini cut panties, leaving little left to the imagination.  The design was that of a basketball net weave, having gapping gaps between the twine.  Beef knew she mowed the grass off of the playing field, but her panties confirmed it. 

"Naughty," he said.

"Trust me, it is also nice."

"But naughty feels so nice."

She stepped back, spun, the top fanned out.  "Do you like your present?  Want to open it?"

"Christmas is not about opening presents, as much as, opening hearts."

"Awww, you make me verklempt."  She reached out her arms, "One day you'll ask me, what's more important to me, you or my life.  I'll reply, my life.  You'll get hurt and leave without ever knowing that you are my life.  Kiss me."

They kissed as do lovers, not questing for lovemaking, but expressing that they did love.

Cassi looked at him, "What did you get me?"

"Something I hope you'll like.  It is just your size."

"I'm a big gal."

"It's big."

"Will it fit?"

"It stretches so we can make it fit."

"Well, give it to me."

"Kiss me under my mistletoe... belt buckle. That package you want is in my pants."

"So you have also been naughty, so all you will get is reindeer slobber."

She worked her mouth on his cock, knowing she was not going to be able to take it all in, but she would be able to pleasure it.  After fifteen minutes of mouth work, he came, whereas, she pulled it out so he could ejaculate on her face.  He did but most of it landed on her breasts.  She had the first gushing in her mouth, and it was quite a lot.  She swished it about in a playful way and then let it ooze rolling down her chin, then neck and ultimately her tits.

"Do it again," she begged.

"Let's shower." 

It didn-t shock Sheriff Adam McGreggor to discover the owner of the local seaside nightclub was once part of a sect. Hannah Holt-s entire appearance and attitude just didn-t fit her profession. Her reluctance to press charges against an assailant that left her battered and drugged, however, did shock Adam to his core. Even more jolting was his instantaneous attraction to this woman who fought his every advance.
But Hannah has a secret he cannot begin to fathom ... she is from a parallel world....
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Title: Bad Cops
Author: A.J. Llewellyn
Series Title and Number: Laid, #2
Publisher: Torquere
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Release Date: 5/4/16
Pairing: M/M
Length: 19,000 words
Genre/Tags: BDSM, Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Humor, Menage, Mystery, Gay Fiction

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Bad Cop Diaries Book 2 - Jack Cannon’s sexy ex Will Tallman is a cop on the take…there’s nothing worse than a bad cop…or are appearances deceiving? In this explosive sequel to Laid, a series devised by gay porn director John Bruno and written by A.J. Llewellyn, hotshot Los Angeles police Lieutenant Jack Cannon is back in action. With his lover Lucky out of town on assignment, Jack has too much time on his hands and too much aggression to wait patiently at home for him. With a multi-department takedown of a drug and gambling ring exposed in an old LA warehouse, Jack slips inside the ruined, crumbling building for some solo fun…except that a few other cops…and a bad guy or two have the same idea…some guys are just born to be bad… Author’s Note: Every sex scene in this book was filmed for Massive Studios in a series of webisodes.


Summer held its grip on the city, even though it was November and the Christmas crush had started. Every hour on the hour, the song Let it Snow played on the piped music system of the Grove at Farmer’s Market. Fake snow fell from strategic spots on roofs and lampposts. It was so goofy when the weather was so unseasonably warm. Lucky laughed as fake snowdrops landed on my cheeks. This outdoor complex, less than a mile from our house, was our go-to place and we loved it. We liked the fish family, as we always called them. We could never decide on the daily specials because everything was wonderful and dirt cheap. The waitresses laughed with Lucky. Their hopeful stares faltered as he brushed white flakes from my nose and kissed me. There was no mistaking we were lovers. I veered between wanting people to know he was mine and keeping a safe, respectable appearance. Stunned at the array of food they’d plied him with, I felt a wave of fury riding high in me. “They gave you Shrimp Louie?” I asked, feeling a stab of jealousy. “Fat free dressing,” he said. I laughed. “My baby inhales French fries but likes fat free dressing.” “Of course. You know I pick my carbs. Say, let’s finish this. I smell the caramel corn popping.” We ate in silence. We never ran out of things to talk about. It was our first awkward moment together. Ever. It took me by surprise because we never stopped moving our lips. They were either on each other’s mouths, asses, or cocks, arranged around food or great conversation. But we sat, both so quiet, the weight of truth hanging like a steel wrecking ball between us. He decided to kick the ball. “Jack, it’s only a few weeks. We’ll be together for Thanksgiving, one way or another.” “Fuck. It sucks.” “Yeah, it sucks. But think how much fun we’re gonna have when we meet up again.” “Shut up,” I said and he laughed. He took my hand. “Popcorn calls.” We pushed through the lunchtime crowd and bought a bag of it, still warm from the pot. We sampled some fresh coconut corn and bought a pound of that too. We loaded up on slices of fresh butter toffee after tasting tons of different blends. We couldn’t agree on the peppermint bark and chose candy cane bark instead. We snapped up miniature kiwi fruit and persimmons at the fruit stall. I was validating the parking ticket when I saw him open his cell phone. “It’s time,” he told me. “They’re ready to roll.” We went home to our little studio guest house in back of a Pepto Bismol pink duplex on Havenhurst Drive. When I first met him, Lucky had a gorgeous house in the Larchmont district. It was an elaborate prop, part of his undercover disguise as a Mafioso. Now he was on to another secret assignment and I would still be here, working with my own team. There would always be busts, there would always be separations, but this was the first. He put his hand on my thigh as we waited for a light on the corner of Melrose. “It fucking blows monkey chunks, Jack.” “Yeah. It does.” He stared straight ahead. “I’m going to ask you once and lie to me if you have to, but can you be faithful? Please tell me you won’t fuck anyone else. Please…just don’t do it.” “I won’t.” I don’t think.


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A.J. Llewellyn’s obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 200 published gay erotic romance novels. A.J. wants you to read them all. A.J. can be found lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Pearl’s Peril and Farm Heroes Saga.

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Book Spotlight & Giveaway~ Send Lawyers, Guns & Roses

Today we are taking a look at Heloise West's Send Lawyers, Guns and Roses. Don't forget to enter the giveaway at the end of the post for a chance to win one of three e-copies of the book from the author. The contest closes on May 23rd and the tour is sponsored by Pride Promotions.

Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Heloise West, author of Send Lawyers, Guns, and Roses.

Hi Heloise, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Heart and Haven is a series concept born of the first novel Hitting Black Ice. Love on the run, romantic suspense as danger tightens around the two main characters. Once Alex and Hunter begin to recover from the trauma in the first novel, they find that the repercussions from the past still have a hold on them. The gift of a vacation in the Caribbean is meant to bring them together so they can do more romancing and relaxing in safety. I love the movie Key Largo and took inspiration from that for the story.

My background? Reader, English major, writer. I’m boring. I garden, live with cats and boyfriend in northern New England, and work in Healthcare. All the action and excitement is in my head.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

Alex Crow:

I wanted to be Indiana Jones and a teacher. One of my mother’s has a degree in anthropology and taught for a time before she got into her import shop. I love languages, but I couldn’t see myself teaching grammar day and day out. As I got older, my real love turned out to be history, so I thought I’d be an academic and teach at the college level. Maybe I’ll teach when I get out of the FBI—if I get into the FBI.

Publisher: Loose ID
Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone
Series: Heart and Haven
Book: Two 
Release Date: April 19, 2016

When Hunter and Alex are given the vacation of a lifetime, it’s a chance for them to pay attention to romance and get out of the path of danger. The tiny Caribbean island of Saba is gorgeous, the first to have marriage equality, and the Sabans are the nicest people on earth.
There’s lots of rum poolside for relaxing and a room with a mirror on the ceiling for passion. Hot karaoke nights, cold beer, and new friends. 

But their new friends Orfeo and Max, and Max’s sister Talisha, share a troubling secret. Alex and Hunter want to help. As a hurricane bears down on them, a dead body surfaces, and a purple backpack loaded with stolen jewels leads a pair of dangerous men to the island.

Alex would rather poke his own eyes out with a pointy stick than call on his old enemy Nick Truman for help; he’d also do anything to keep Hunter out of danger. But even his nemesis can’t reach them now.

Once again, they only have each other to depend on as their paradise is about to become hell on earth.

Pages or Words: 83,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Mystery, Romance, Thriller

“Ready? Take the beach bag. I’ll grab the chairs,” Alex said. “Did you get enough to eat?”
“Yeah. What’s the time?” Hunter slung the bag over his shoulder.
Alex shrugged. “Who cares? Have a cocktail. You know, to hydrate and pace yourself for a long day in the sun.”
“Let’s set up camp. Maybe a nap first.”
Their bare feet slapped against the sun-bleached boards of the footbridge, some of the flowering rainforest clinging to its edges for the hundred or so feet from the breakfast patio to the pool. The beach chairs were striped canvas and wood, chaise-style. Alex had grabbed a matching umbrella for when the sun was directly overhead. He left it closed, as they had a few hours yet before noon, by the arc of the sun in the unbelievably blue sky. The poolside held a half dozen chaise lounges and couples of various ages. They returned languorous, sun-soaked greetings in English, Dutch, and French as Alex led them to a spot he deemed worthy for their day in the sun. When the chairs were side by side, the canvas beach bag between them, Hunter sighed with pleasure, though he was soaked with sweat. He pulled off his T-shirt. “Do you want to swim first?”
“I’m dying to.” With a wicked grin, Alex slid his shorts down, the T-shirt hem falling to below his hips.
“Tell me you didn’t get a thing-thong!” God, they’d laughed together at the online models wearing bathing suits with pockets for their cocks.
Alex laughed. “No, a Speedo. For you.” He shrugged out of his T-shirt with an elegant, mouth-watering play of muscles and skin, and some of the lounging women whistled and clapped for the navy-and-white-striped Speedo he revealed. Hunter mock-growled and reached out to grab Alex, but he dashed away and ran along the side of the pool, blond hair streaming, long, muscular legs eating up the distance to the deep end. He dived like a happy dolphin into the water. Hunter ran after him and followed with a hurried, sloppy dive, shocked at the sensation of water as warm as bathwater. He wanted to melt into it. When he came up for air, hands beneath the water gripped his calves, and he grabbed a breath before Alex yanked him under. They wrestled briefly, then surfaced.
“Fantastic!” Alex shook his head briskly to whip the water from his hair.
Hunter shoved him, threw himself on top of him, and they went under again.
When they surfaced, Alex said, “We can rent a sailboat. Or a rowboat and paddle around in the bay. Or fish if you want. Do you think your leg will hold up to snorkeling?”
“Snorkeling, maybe even scuba.” He’d swim to the moon to keep Alex happy.
“I was born underwater,” Alex said, surprising him. “I even had those infant swim lessons.”
“You’re a natural,” Hunter replied. “Aqua Boy.”
Alex shoved him again; Hunter let himself fall backward into the water with a huge splash.
They swam for a while, joined by the other sunbathers when the heat got too intense. Hunter pulled himself from the pool and sat on the edge, watching Alex do laps. He shaded his eyes against the fierce touch of the sun. It pressed against his skin despite the water-resistant sunblock, and he splashed water up and down his arms, chest, and neck to cool off. Maybe he should have gone tanning like Alex had, because it hurt to touch his skin already. The water reflected and intensified the sun. He wasn’t that kind of redhead, but the tropical sun made him feel like one. Tanning had seemed kind of frou-frou…not for him…but he didn’t want to look like a strip of bacon at the end of the day either. Sucked it up and endured the tanning bed.
Alex swam over and pulled his gorgeous body out of the pool to sit on the edge beside Hunter. “I’m ready for some reading and napping. Lunch buffet is open until four… What are you laughing at?”
“We must be on vacation if we’re planning the day around the next meal.”
Alex smiled. “It’s about ten now. We can eat something light at eleven when they open.” He leaned in close. “If we go up to the room by noon, we’ll have time to screw our brains out until about two and have lunch again.”
Hunter nodded. It was all he could do.
“So it’s not meal times we’re planning for, right?” The sparkle in Alex’s eyes wasn’t about ham sandwiches and fruit salad. “Did you see the awesome mirror on the ceiling?”

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Heloise West, when not hunched over the keyboard plotting love and mayhem, dreams about moving to a villa in Tuscany. She loves history, mysteries, and romance of all flavors. She travels and gardens with her partner of 10 years, and their home overflows with books, cats, art, and red wine.

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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Book Spotlight & Giveaway~ Mate Me, Hate Me, Date Me, Love Me

Today we are spotlighting Chris McHart's Mate Me, Hate Me, Date Me, Love Me. Don't forget to enter the giveaway at the end of the post as two people will win a print copy of the book from the author. Contest closes on May 4th. The tour is sponsored by Pride Promotions.

Publisher: Rawmance Publishing
Cover Artist: Chris McHart
Series: Unexpected
Book: Three
Can be read as a standalone, but would make more sense if you read the others, too. 
Release Date: April 27, 2016

When his father, King Harold, forces Prince Gerome to mate a complete stranger in order to save his unborn child, he complies with a heavy heart and says goodbye to all his dreams of finding love. Gerome’s hurt and treats his mate the way he’s been taught all his life: through power and submission. But with Luis, it doesn’t work.

When Luis is mated off to a stranger, his world ends. He was a carefree student one day and the next a vampire prince demands his submission. He can’t run, but he can hide and hate in silence. So he withdraws until only a shell remains.

Neither of the men has any chance of finding love together until a friend intervenes. Can Gerome forget what he’s been taught all his life, and is it possible for Luis to forget what’s happened to him? Will they ever find their own happy ending? Or can love blossom where only hate exists?

Pages or Words: 85,500 words

Categories: Alternate Universe, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance

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Luis’ mother turned to him and took his hand with her cold one. Her beautiful blue eyes sought his, and she visibly took a deep breath. “I have to tell you something. Please hear me out before you say anything.”
Luis swallowed hard. What would come now? His hands were clammy, but he could only wipe one on his jeans as his mother still held the other. Luis stared at her face and tried to figure out what was wrong. Something bad happened. Something really bad. Blood pulsed in his ears while he waited for his mother or father to speak again.
“The Vampire King from Munich visited us yesterday. He had a proposal for us. His son, Gerome, needs a mate. He’s seen the picture of you at the coven meeting from a few months ago and thinks you’d be a good match. The prince is going to take over the crown soon, and he needs a mate by his side. You, to be specific.” His mother paused and tightened her hold on his hand. “I agreed. A mating to the prince will bring a lot of power to our coven. And the king paid us a good deal of money for the match.”
“You what?” Luis yelled, trying to pull his hand back, but his mother held him tightly. He jumped up from his seat and tried to yank away from his mother’s grasp. What the fuck were they thinking? They had to be kidding. He was not going to mate some guy he never met. They were totally crazy. Nuts.
His mother didn’t relent, firmly keeping his hand in her grip.
“Let me go! I won’t mate someone you picked! What do you think you’re doing?” His voice cracked, but his mother didn’t even flinch.
“Calm down. You knew this was coming. Everyone gets mated. It’s the way things are done,” his mother said calmly, even though her fingers still dug into Luis’ hand. It hurt, but he couldn’t focus on that now. He needed to get away before they married him off. His mind raced, turning over possibilities. He couldn’t simply mate someone. What if he ran away and hid? Would one of his friends help him to lay low? If the king wanted him as a mate for his son, would hiding help at all? Or would they find him?

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Chris McHart lives in Germany, with her husband, slave, Dom, partner in crime, and muse (all in one person, not even she’s that kinky!). She loves her husband, men in kilts and Scotch Whisky. Her idea of a perfect evening is to curl up with her laptop and write (the other options are not suitable to post in public).

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