Book Spotlight & Giveaway~ Independence Daze

Title: Independence Daze

Author: A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly

Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist: Les Byerley

Release Date: 6/29/16

Heat Level: 5

Pairing(Male/Male, Ménage): M/M, Menage

Length: 21K

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Menage

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Synopsis

Paul and Hamish are at it and at each other, again in the third installment of A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly’s best-selling BDSM Voyages series. Paul and Hamish may be married but that doesn’t mean their sex life has to be a snore fest. These guys always give each other exactly what they need when they can find time in their busy lives. In between feeding Hamish’s ravenous, pregnant sister, and negotiating relationships with deadbeat, rock star fathers, the lovers are always looking for ways to spice things up. This time, overworked Paul is in for it when Hamish decides to take him on a special retreat that involves a yurt, a Peruvian shaman, and some noxious liquid that wipes out all limits to the imagination. Independence Day never saw anything like this coming!

Excerpt

I walked out of the plant at two in the morning. It was at this point that I permitted myself to feel it. I was dead tired and it was chilly. I regretted not bringing a jacket but then I hadn’t expected it to take so damn long, or for the night to turn cold. I had to keep reminding myself that for a coastal state, California was desert. Outside, I put up the top of the convertible and texted the office with a reminder to bill the plant and also make a report in the morning. When I pulled up into our driveway, I turned off the engine and closed my eyes. I almost fell asleep there. I think I would have if not for who I knew was waiting for me inside. Although, I was pretty sure Hamish had conked out at this hour. With all the energy I had left, I walked up to the door and put the key in the lock. Thankfully, Hamish had left the alarm off. I walked inside, locked the door and set the alarm. As I climbed the stairs I noticed a light on in the master bedroom. Hamish sometimes fell asleep reading so I tried to be quiet anyway as I crept in. I paused, my brow wrinkling as I heard a low buzzing sound coming from the bed. My eyes widened when I saw Hamish lying flat on his back with his slave collar on. He’d attached the collar’s chain to the bed post. Two other chains with nipple clamps lay on his chest. I guess he expected me to do the honors by installing those. I smiled as I came around to the bottom of the bed. Both his legs were raised and spread wide in the air, resting on leather stirrups we’d attached overhead. A rather large vibrating butt plug protruded from his ass, and his cock was strapped nicely with a studded leather cuff. “Your hands are free,” I said, my cock stiffening as I slowly ran my gaze over him. He smiled. “I can fight if you try anything I don’t like.” Hamish used to be a boxer. No one messed with him unless he wanted it. Right now, he wanted it…badly. “So you’ve been busy.” “You told me to stay awake, remember?” “All this for me,” I said, straddling his waist and grabbing both wrists. He was breathing hard as he looked up at me. I wasn’t so tired anymore. I reached over to get the padded cuffs we had tucked behind the bed. I brought up one and attached his wrist. Hamish made quite a show of struggling. I attached the other cuff and leaned back. “My, my, all mine to play with.” “I’ll scream,” he threatened with that gleam in his eyes. “A stranger coming into my house to have his way with me. If I make a lot of noise,” Hamish explained, “the police will come.” “Not if they can’t hear you, they won’t,” I whispered.

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Meet the Author

A.J. Llewellyn 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.

  D.J. Manly I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.

  Social Media Links:
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  Facebook: www.facebook.com/aj.llewellyn www.facebook.com/dante.manly
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Book Spotlight & Giveaway~ Independence Daze

Title: Independence Daze

Author: A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly

Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist: Les Byerley

Release Date: 6/29/16

Heat Level: 5

Pairing(Male/Male, Ménage): M/M, Menage

Length: 21K

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Menage

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Synopsis

Paul and Hamish are at it and at each other, again in the third installment of A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly’s best-selling BDSM Voyages series. Paul and Hamish may be married but that doesn’t mean their sex life has to be a snore fest. These guys always give each other exactly what they need when they can find time in their busy lives. In between feeding Hamish’s ravenous, pregnant sister, and negotiating relationships with deadbeat, rock star fathers, the lovers are always looking for ways to spice things up. This time, overworked Paul is in for it when Hamish decides to take him on a special retreat that involves a yurt, a Peruvian shaman, and some noxious liquid that wipes out all limits to the imagination. Independence Day never saw anything like this coming!

Excerpt

I walked out of the plant at two in the morning. It was at this point that I permitted myself to feel it. I was dead tired and it was chilly. I regretted not bringing a jacket but then I hadn’t expected it to take so damn long, or for the night to turn cold. I had to keep reminding myself that for a coastal state, California was desert. Outside, I put up the top of the convertible and texted the office with a reminder to bill the plant and also make a report in the morning. When I pulled up into our driveway, I turned off the engine and closed my eyes. I almost fell asleep there. I think I would have if not for who I knew was waiting for me inside. Although, I was pretty sure Hamish had conked out at this hour. With all the energy I had left, I walked up to the door and put the key in the lock. Thankfully, Hamish had left the alarm off. I walked inside, locked the door and set the alarm. As I climbed the stairs I noticed a light on in the master bedroom. Hamish sometimes fell asleep reading so I tried to be quiet anyway as I crept in. I paused, my brow wrinkling as I heard a low buzzing sound coming from the bed. My eyes widened when I saw Hamish lying flat on his back with his slave collar on. He’d attached the collar’s chain to the bed post. Two other chains with nipple clamps lay on his chest. I guess he expected me to do the honors by installing those. I smiled as I came around to the bottom of the bed. Both his legs were raised and spread wide in the air, resting on leather stirrups we’d attached overhead. A rather large vibrating butt plug protruded from his ass, and his cock was strapped nicely with a studded leather cuff. “Your hands are free,” I said, my cock stiffening as I slowly ran my gaze over him. He smiled. “I can fight if you try anything I don’t like.” Hamish used to be a boxer. No one messed with him unless he wanted it. Right now, he wanted it…badly. “So you’ve been busy.” “You told me to stay awake, remember?” “All this for me,” I said, straddling his waist and grabbing both wrists. He was breathing hard as he looked up at me. I wasn’t so tired anymore. I reached over to get the padded cuffs we had tucked behind the bed. I brought up one and attached his wrist. Hamish made quite a show of struggling. I attached the other cuff and leaned back. “My, my, all mine to play with.” “I’ll scream,” he threatened with that gleam in his eyes. “A stranger coming into my house to have his way with me. If I make a lot of noise,” Hamish explained, “the police will come.” “Not if they can’t hear you, they won’t,” I whispered.

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Meet the Author

A.J. Llewellyn 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.

  D.J. Manly I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.

  Social Media Links:
  Amazon Author Page: www.amazon.com/A.J.-Llewellyn/e/B002DBJBC2
  Facebook: www.facebook.com/aj.llewellyn www.facebook.com/dante.manly
  Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/ajllewellyn
  Twitter: www.twitter.com/ajllewellyn www.twitter.com/djnovels
  Website: www.ajllewellyn.com www.djmanlyfiction.com

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Discover Love Off the Radar by AJ Llewellyn & DJ Manly

 

Title: Love Off the Radar Collection

Author: A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly

Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover Artist:

Release Date: 6/8/16

Heat Level: 5

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 119K

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Love off the Radar features fourteen tantalizing, otherworldly tales of love, romance, passion, and mystery, by the best-selling team of A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly. In Chaos, a fallen god looks for love at a truck stop. A young man hovers between love and death in Hardsex. Before Morning is an erotic, romantic, volcanic vampire tale set in Feudal Japan – with a serious twist. Mojo Rising is a scandalous tale of same-sex love set in the South Seas. D.J. Manly addresses BDSM in Disciplining Baron, and the two authors join forces for the paranormal title story Love off the Radar. Which will kill Mo Dingley first? Love, or a curse? Speaking of curses, Have you ever read the personal journals of a werewolf, or a vampire? Now's your chance! We've also got two very different love stories set in the time of Atlantis, and the sad but sweet Clean Monday, a coming-out story with a surprising hero. There are sexy, spicy tales involving zombies, where boys meet boys and almost…eat them. We have it all because love is love, and can't always be wrapped up in a neat little bow.

Excerpt

From the title story Love off the Radar: Mo should have suspected the universe was about to hose him when he arrived at the office and found the receptionist sniveling over her laptop. He'd assumed she was having some personal crisis. He felt a little guilty now that he'd uttered a brusque "Good morning" and had walked right by her. When Jonathan Sampson personally buzzed Mo and invited him into the conference room for coffee, he'd assumed—again, stupidly—that he was about to be given a raise. He'd played the imaginary conversation in his mind as he quickly combed his thick, sandy-colored hair, straightened his bolo tie, and had run his fingertips over his unruly eyebrows. He'd walked in, full of smiles, hoping to be commended for the brilliant job he'd done designing and overseeing a synagogue completely built out of recycled materials and powered by solar energy. It had appeared on the evening news, and Architectural Digest was featuring it next month. Mo suspected that the big-bucks job hadn't impressed Buckley and Sampson because the synagogue was a GLBT one. And gay didn't go down too well in the company, even though their lone gay architect had, in three short months, brought them almost four million dollars in revenue. No. What he got was a year in fingle-fangled Japan. It beat his last job where he'd spent a year in Kentucky designing the same ergonomic office spaces over and over again. Mo stared into his still full cup of coffee, prepared for him by the sniveling receptionist. He wondered if she'd wept into his cup. "Well?" Sampson asked. "May I think it over tonight?" Mr. Sampson looked disappointed. "I'll give you twenty-four hours. You'll need to leave by Monday." Mo swallowed. Hard. "What about the accounts I'm working on?" Mr. Sampson couldn't look at him. "We're going to hand them over to some of our junior executives." "But those are my accounts. My relationships brought in those deals." Asshole. I just figured it out. They used me to get the contracts, now their straight account executives are going to complete the projects. They'll never do the job I could do. He left the office for the meeting he'd scheduled with the rabbi. He adjusted his black Stetson on his head, straightened his bolo tie and used a bristle brush to clean his black suit. Not that he needed it. It was always good to make sure though. Sometimes when he morphed back into human form, he forgot himself and wolf hairs stuck to him. Damned curse. He stared down at his black cowboy boots. He'd come to California with three pair and these were his favorite, lucky boots. Well, they weren't so lucky this morning. Mo drove to West Hollywood in a daze, trying to imagine not being here anymore. He was surprised when he hit the turnoff on the ten for La Cienega Boulevard and headed south. On Pico, he found street parking and almost didn't pay for the meter. Just out of spite. But it would be just his luck if a parking ticket haunted him across the Pacific. He slid his credit card into the meter, paid for two hours, not that he thought he'd need it, then stood back to survey his golden beauty. From the outside, the synagogue looked very utilitarian. Inside, it was cozy, temperate, and gorgeous. As he strode into the building, he admired once again the carpet that had been fashioned by his ex-lover, Andrew, out of recycled jeans. Each and every item used in the construction of the Temple Ruth Center had been a labor of love for Mo, and the artisans he'd brought in to help him with the project. Though not Jewish, he admired the rabbi, Beth Cohen, and the synagogue's motto of ikkun olan (repair the world). He believed in beautiful spaces. He believed in being responsible and being accountable. Even as he shook the rabbi's hand and greeted the reporter from Architectural Digest, he knew his time in LA was short. He could sniff it out, like a coming Santa Ana wind and knew. Mo Dingley was going to Japan. He slept badly, falling into a restless snooze on the sofa whilst watching a design program on HGTV. He awoke to canned laughter and raised his head from the cushions tucked under his arm. Somehow he'd rolled over onto the remote and he'd hit an obscure cable station. An old episode of Seinfeld was playing. He'd never seen this one before, but in it, Kramer was renting out drawers in his bedroom bureau to stranded Japanese tourists. He watched as Kramer tucked them into their makeshift beds, wishing them a good night's sleep. I can't sleep in a drawer! Are beds really that small there? He hit the Internet and checked the address that Sampson had written down for him. He was astonished at how wonderful it seemed. The apartment, located in the neighborhood of Akasaka (Red Hill in English) in the Minato-ku district, was right near his new office, and two blocks from the American Embassy. According to the blogs he read, foreigners gravitated toward this area because of its international supermarkets. Almost everybody spoke English. During the day, it was a hard-working business area. At night, its restaurant and clubs ensured a busy evening, as well. Weekends, according to his research were much quieter, because the working men went to their own neighborhoods. The ancient streets featured some geisha houses, which tickled him. He wondered if there were gay ones. How far was it from the gay district? And what was it called, anyway? He checked. Shinjuku Ni-ch?me. Popularly known as Nich?. Now that looked really cool. Saunas, coffee shops, bars. Beautiful men. As long as he could escape into solitude each full moon, he'd be fine. I think I could live there. He studied the apartment building. The Akasaka Tower building was so tall it made him dizzy looking at him. This ain't no mustang ranch, sport. He took a deep breath. He was able to view an apartment via virtual tour. It looked very modern and clean, with granite countertops in the kitchen and surprisingly huge windows overlooking the city. The bedroom looked big enough. It sure beat the heck out of being unemployed. He eyed the time on his VCR/DVD player. Ten fifteen P.M. On the TV, as Jerry and Elaine acted shocked about Kramer renting the Japanese tourists his bedroom drawers, Kramer defended himself by saying, "Have you ever seen the business hotels in Tokyo? They sleep in tiny stacked cubicles all the time! They feel right at home!" He sighed at the racist overtones to the plotline. Maybe this was his opportunity to offer his input into ikkun olan. Maybe he could help in some way make a contribution to repairing the world. Mo picked up the phone and called Jonathan Sampson. He wasn't surprised when the man answered. "I'm in," was all Mo said. And then he started to pack.

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Meet the Author

  A.J. Llewellyn 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.

  D.J. Manly I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.  

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Discover AJ Llewellyn's Bad Cops and Enter the Giveaway!

Title: Bad Cops

Author: A.J. Llewellyn

Series Title and Number: Laid, #2

Publisher: Torquere

Cover Artist:

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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Synopsis

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.

Excerpt

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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Meet the Author

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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Winter Heat Authors A.J. Llewellyn and Serena Yates

Please give a warm welcome to Bryan Braun from Cat Vs. Dog by A.J. Llewellyn and Serena Yates today as we sit down and see what makes him tick.

Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?

What do hairs have to do with it? I certainly take good care of myself, and have had no entanglements with my authors' hair. My lover Cory, now that's another matter. I love his hair. It's soft and I think it's because he's a cat shifter. I like burying my hands in it and love that we're so different. Stops me from getting bored, you know?

Q: What was it that drew you to your mate?

His purr. Yeah, Could listen to that for hours. And he's hot. When he starts preening in the bathroom? You know, he still very much behaves like a cat sometimes, even when he's in human form, but I love that. Don’t tell him though, he'd be mortified!

Q: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner?

There was this elevator in the hotel we stayed at for Gay Ski Week when we first met. Have you ever stayed in a hotel full of gay men? Let me just tell you the elevator comes in more than useful. And then there was outdoor sex, in the snow. A little cold at first, but we heated the place up pretty quickly. Of course then there's the ride at Disneyland where we almost got arrested. Hell, all the places we seduce each other are wild—definitely by the time we get done!

Q: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?

Commando. Is there anything sexier?

Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick he/she can play?

All he has to do is purr. I'm a simple guy, you know? Straightforward always works best with me.

Q: What is the one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?

Cory is pretty sensual. I touch him in a certain way, growl a little, he gets hot. His neck and his ass are probably hotspots, but really, he isn’t picky.

Q: What was one of the most embarrassing thing your author did to you in Cat Vs. Dog?

Making me step into that damned wolf trap the scrimpers had set up and have me break my damned leg. Man, I thought I'd never live it down. Sure, my author said I'd been distracted thinking about Cory. As if that made it better! And then the author had Cory, the man I desperately wanted to impress, find me and rescue me? Man, I was glad I was in wolf form at the time or I'd have blushed in shame. Have you ever seen a werewolf blush? NOT a pretty sight.

Q: Anything else you would like to add?

Nope. I'm not very talkative, and your many questions have just about done me in.

Thank you Bryan for joining us on 'Meet the Character' day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Please find Cat. Vs. Dog by A.J. Llewellyn and Serena Yates in the IRM Winter Heat Anthology available wherever fine kitty tales are sold:

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Blurb:

C.A. Tallus has gone to Gay Ski Week in Aspen in search of snow, sex and…a dog? No. No. No.
C.A., or Cory to his friends, hates dogs. Hates them. Especially little ones, which are usually smarter than big dogs and know there’s something…unusual about Cory. And of course there is. He’s a cat shifter longing to get back into his natural state and run with the wind on top of the Aspen peaks.
When he meets Bryan Braun he senses something different about him, as well. Bryan’s no ordinary ski fanatic who’s been working too hard and in need of a break. Cory is certain Bryan is a werewolf. His natural enemy! Can a cat and a dog get along? Can they have fun in the snow? And beyond?
And what about the mysterious, big dumb dog accompanying one of the skiers for the raunchy week in the western slopes of the Rockies? What, or more to the point, who is Tank the dog and how did he and his human companion James become involved with deadly Scrimpers?

Excerpt:

"Glad we're on the same page." He led the way to the bathroom, did his business and brushed his teeth in record time. Then he returned to the bedroom to undress and even made an effort to drop all his clothes in the same spot rather than distribute them across the room like he normally did. He didn’t want Cory to think he was a total dog, er, slob. He proudly looked at the neat pile and crawled under the covers.

Quiet minutes passed with no sign of Cory.

Where the hell is that cat? He'd always wondered how much werecats resembled their wild cousins in terms of everything from eating behavior to grooming habits. Guess I have my answer now. He yawned and burrowed deeper into the very soft and comfortable bed.

He was half-asleep by the time Cory emerged from the bathroom, already naked, his clothes neatly folded on his arm. Cory put them on one of the chairs, glanced at Bryan's pile on the floor but didn't say anything. Good kitty. Maybe they could learn to live together after all, and despite all the doomsayers who kept proclaiming that cats and dogs didn’t get along. He was willing to accept Cory's compulsive neatness, was willing to make some effort to be less of a slob himself. If their earlier romp in the sack had been any indication, it was well worth it. He'd never fucked anyone so hard and so long, had never come so hard and enjoyed himself so much.

"Come here." He lifted the covers, wanting Cory as close as possible.

Cory slid in, moving straight into his arms. He smelled heavenly and Bryan felt like apologizing for not taking a shower. Damn, he'd need to change that. But then Cory took a deep breath, buried his face in Bryan's neck and started a subvocal purring that had Bryan's tired cock make an attempt to respond.

"So sexy." Bryan kissed Cory's head. "Sorry I was too tired to take a shower. I’ll learn to be more like you."

"Why?" Cory pulled back and blinked at him.

"Because I want to make an effort. I want you to stay" He didn’t want to let Cory go, ever, and he'd do whatever it took.

"I appreciate it, but you don’t need to change. Well, not much." Cory grinned up at him. "I like your manly, musky smell. I love hat you've made the effort to put your clothes in a pile, but I want you to still be you, okay?" Cory yawned and stretched in Bryan's arms, rubbing him in all kinds of interesting places. "Now I need some sleep if you don’t mind, and maybe we can talk about the rest tomorrow."

"Anything." And for the first time in his life he really meant it.

About the Authors:

A.J. Llewellyn is an author whose 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 cup cake in the universe to produce over 130 published gay erotic romance novels.
A.J. wants you to read them all.
You can find this author 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 Diner Dash.

Visit A.J.'s website at www.ajllewellyn.com for books, contests, cup cake recipes and...more.

More links:

Email: aj@ajllewellyn.com

www.facebook.com/aj.llewellyn

www.twitter.com/ajllewellyn

Serena says:

I'm a night owl who starts writing when everyone else in my time zone is asleep. I've loved reading all my life and spent most of my childhood with my nose buried in a book. Although I always wanted to be a writer, financial independence came first. Twenty-some years and a successful business career later I took some online writing classes and never looked back.

Living and working in seven countries has taught me that there's more than one way to get things done. It has instilled tremendous respect for the many different cultures, beliefs, attitudes and preferences that exist on our planet.

I like exploring those differences in my stories, most of which happen to be romances. My characters have a tendency to want to do their own thing, so I often have to

rein them back in. The one thing we all agree on is the desire for a happy ending.

I currently live in the United Kingdom, sharing my house with a vast collection of books. I like reading, travelling, spending time with my nieces and listening to classical music. I have a passion for science and learning new languages.

Website: http://www.serenayates.com/

Email: serena@serenayates.com

Facebook: Serena Equality Yates

Twitter: @SerenaYates

Winter Heat Anthology~ Welcome A.J. Llewellyn and Serena Yates

Please give a warm welcome to C.A. Tullus from Cat Vs. Dog by A.J. Llewellyn and Serena Yates today as we sit down and see what makes him tick.

Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?

Crosshairs? Did you have to mention hairs? They are the bane of my existence. I am a cat shifter and my lover, Bryan, is a wolf shifter. I know it's unusual for a cat and dog to actually get along, let alone be lovers but let's just say occasionally fur does fly and um…we really give the Dyson a workout.

Q: What was it that drew you to your mate?

His firm handshake?

No, no. I am joking. He's hot. Damned hot. And he does have a strong grip when he shakes your hand. He pretends to be all gruff and grumpy and is inclined to be bossy but to me it just makes him more adorable.

Q: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner?

Well, I have to say on a ride at Disneyland is probably as naughty as it gets. We weren't arrested amazingly. But he claimed afterwards it was all my fault. He says he'd never have encouraged it but he wasn't complaining at the time. We might have frightened a few of the other people who were in carriages around us. I think we gave a whole new definition to Mr. Toad's Wild Ride!

Q: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?

You're very nosy. Anyone ever tell you that? I like your style! I prefer commando myself.

Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick he/she can play?

Stand in front of me naked. I know, I know. I'm so easily had by him. Did I mention he is sexy and gorgeous? Did I mention his handshake?

Q: What is the one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?

I scratch him behind the ears. He's a dog after all. And by the way there is no truth to the rumor that shifters get fleas. None. At all. He scratches as a way to let me know he's ready for some um…action. And I scratch because it's contagious. It's like watching somebody else yawn.

Q: What was one of the most embarrassing thing your author did to you in Cat Vs. Dog?

Putting me on an airplane with a small dog. Small dogs hate cat shifters. They sense them quicker than big dogs, which tend to be rather stupid. Except my lover of course. He's sexy. And so smart.

Did I mention his handshake?

Q: Anything else you would like to add?

Yes. Be kind to all creatures. You never know if one is really a secret shifter and if you're mean to them you'll be very, very sorry. Just sayin'.

Oh and just let me add that Bryan, James, Tank and I will be back in two more tales. Cat. Vs. Dog 2 comes out in the On Valentine's Day anthology for IRM and a third book which is all about Tank and James comes out in the next antho.

Thank you Cory for joining us on 'Meet the Character' day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Please find Cat. Vs. Dog by A.J. Llewellyn and Serena Yates in the IRM Winter Heat Anthology available wherever fine kitty tales are sold:

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Blurb:

C.A. Tallus has gone to Gay Ski Week in Aspen in search of snow, sex and…a dog? No. No. No.
C.A., or Cory to his friends, hates dogs. Hates them. Especially little ones, which are usually smarter than big dogs and know there’s something…unusual about Cory. And of course there is. He’s a cat shifter longing to get back into his natural state and run with the wind on top of the Aspen peaks.
When he meets Bryan Braun he senses something different about him, as well. Bryan’s no ordinary ski fanatic who’s been working too hard and in need of a break. Cory is certain Bryan is a werewolf. His natural enemy! Can a cat and a dog get along? Can they have fun in the snow? And beyond?
And what about the mysterious, big dumb dog accompanying one of the skiers for the raunchy week in the western slopes of the Rockies? What, or more to the point, who is Tank the dog and how did he and his human companion James become involved with deadly Scrimpers?

Excerpt:

            He pressed the button for the fourth floor. The other man pressed three. Two latecomers pressed two and bitched about all the dogs in the lodge.

            Dog. The scent was strong. Holy cow! Or should Cory say…

            Wolf.

            Cory became paralyzed by fear. He'd had very little contact with wolves since his parents had been killed but he knew it when he smelled it.

            The man beside him was giving him funny looks as the door suddenly opened before they could ascend. Somebody else squeezed inside and the doors swished closed once more.

            The dog scent vanished and Cory relaxed. He felt a couple of guys giving him appreciative glances. He knew he was attractive. Blond with almost black-brown eyes, he kept himself in top physical shape. He had to. He admitted to being thirty but had passed that age a long time ago. The man beside him was tall, a lot more muscular with almond shaped eyes an unusual shade of hazel. His smooth, shoulder-length hair gleamed and his smile did things to Cory. His whole being quivered.

            On the second floor, the anti-dog brigade got off the elevator, leaving Cory and the…wolf.

            "Bryan Braun," the man said, making Cory jump.

            "Cory Tullus."

            They shook hands. Fuck. Wolf fire flashed in the man's gaze but his smile was wide.

            I think I'm in trouble. Cory became transfixed. If he'd been in shifter form his tail would be swishing. Oddly, he felt supremely turned on.

            I'm sick. I'm a sick, sick cat to be turned on by a wolf!

            He realized the wolf's scent had vanished because Bryan Braun had willed it so.

            Okay, he knows I'm a cat. Maybe he's a friendly wolf. He tried hard not to stare at the man beside him, whose unusual hair color of red, silver and deep, golden brown could mean he came from the Fox Mountains where Mexican wolves reigned…shifter wolves liked to blend in.

            The clean scent made him an alpha male. His elegance and manners gave him away as a pack leader.

            "Have a nice vacation." Bryan Braun's eyes glittered with amusement as the elevator door opened on the third floor.

            Wall to wall dogs! Cory saw them everywhere. All shapes and sizes. A little one ran to the elevator door, teeth bared. Cory pressed the button, the closure of the metallic doors missing the pooch by a mere hair.

            I didn't wish him a nice vacation. He must think me rude.

            Cory stepped back and glanced down.

            How…interesting. A single, long red-gray hair lay on the elevator floor. Supreme control from the wolf. He picked up the hair and held it to his skin. He felt the sensation of sex, powerful sex rocketing through him.

About the Authors:

A.J. Llewellyn is an author whose 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. AJ has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste-test every cup cake in the universe to produce over 130 published gay erotic romance novels.
A.J. wants you to read them all.
You can find this author 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 Diner Dash.

Visit A.J.'s website at www.ajllewellyn.com for books, contests, cup cake recipes and...more.

More links:

Email: aj@ajllewellyn.com

www.facebook.com/aj.llewellyn

www.twitter.com/ajllewellyn

Serena says:

I'm a night owl who starts writing when everyone else in my time zone is asleep. I've loved reading all my life and spent most of my childhood with my nose buried in a book. Although I always wanted to be a writer, financial independence came first. Twenty-some years and a successful business career later I took some online writing classes and never looked back.

Living and working in seven countries has taught me that there's more than one way to get things done. It has instilled tremendous respect for the many different cultures, beliefs, attitudes and preferences that exist on our planet.

I like exploring those differences in my stories, most of which happen to be romances. My characters have a tendency to want to do their own thing, so I often have to

rein them back in. The one thing we all agree on is the

desire for a happy ending.

I currently live in the United Kingdom, sharing my house with a vast collection of books. I like reading, travelling, spending time with my nieces and listening to classical music. I have a passion for science and learning new languages.

Website: http://www.serenayates.com/

Email: serena@serenayates.com

Facebook:

Serena Equality Yates

Twitter:

@SerenaYates

My Personal Review for The Love God of Indian Frybread by AJ Llewellyn

First I got to say A. J. Llewellyn is one wickedly wonderful author. He has humor, sex and romance all rolled up with a pretty bow for his legions of readers. I love this author's work and when I found out I won his latest book, The Love God of Indian Frybread, I jumped around like a loon on crack in glee.

Ever Beleno loves Hollywood Memorabilia and Mummies. When he gets a chance to go to the sold out Mummies of the world exhibit at the local museum, he jumps at it...even if it with handsome but aggravating Chris Coelho. When he gets there, he finds himself coming back to one particular mummy....one that looks so lost.

He was enjoying himself until he feels someone touching him but when he looks, there is no one around. Could it be Chris doing the groping? Ever isn't sure and that is only the begining of Ever's night. Now the craziness continues when he gets home and Ever has to figure out what happened to Chris, because this sweet, sexy man isn't the annoying one he went on a date with. Could Chris really be who he claims to be-The Love God of Indian Frybread?

A. J. Llewellyn scores another hit with this latest book of his. Pure combustion is in these pages and I caution-don't be drinking anything when you read this...I guarantee you will be laughing too hard at times to swallow anything. The Love God of Indian Frybread is more than a romance but one with friendships, family and the desire for the perfect romance. Ever gets more than he bargains when Chris comes into his life. Love, chaos, mysteries and scorching hot sex. Ever has never had such a wonderful time nor just as confusing. With each page, I was drawn more and more into Ever's world and with this wonderful cast of characters, I felt the story only got better. I wanted to know more once that last page was read. Did Jhonny find a new man? Will Jhonny's sister Vanessa get her HEA? These questions and more peppered me when I flipped that last page.

The Love God of Indian Frybread is a fun and charming tale of two people finding they are meant to be with one another and add in some scorching hot sex scenes, a twist even I didn't see coming and some secondary characters I so want to read m ore of in the future, you get the makings of a wonderful book that you will not want to put down.

Looking for the perfect beach read? Then grab A. J. Llewellyn's The Love God of Indian Frybread and settle down to soak some rays and laugh as you read Ever's adventures with Chris. I guarantee you won't want to miss this one or any other books by this author.

Now to check out the back list of AJ's to see what I can grab next.

My rating- 4 1/2 Stars

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