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BDSMonday - American Dad!: The Missing Kink

It's BDSMonday! 
Once again, I'm really sorry I missed last week...I've been having computer troubles, but it's doing all right at the moment *knocks on wood*
Anyway, this week I figured we'd take it easy, relax, and listen to some music. Specifically, You've Got A Kink from the American Dad! episode The Missing Kink. Sorry it's not the best quality recording, YouTube didn't have much of a selection. (If you enjoy the song, you should watch the whole episode!)

I don't think I need to point this out, but this video is VERY NSFW!

BDSMonday - Stereotypes

It’s BDSMonday!
Today’s topic is kinky stereotypes. 
Please note! The items listed below are stereotypes. They are not representative of my thoughts!
Here are a few I know, but I’d love to hear more from you guys:- men are dominant and women are submissive- all female dominants are dominatrices/pro dommes. They all look like this: 
 (Image source)
- submissives (regardless of gender) are helpless doormats- female submissives (or all submissives) are just looking for sex/are slutty- BDSM is always about sex- switches are just confused- masochists were sickly as children- sadists are all serial killers/psychopaths 



Vanilla CornerBefore you started reading BDSM fiction, had you heard of any of these stereotypes? Did you believe any of them? Were you surprised to find out they weren’t true after you’d started reading the genre? Did you find out about these (or other) stereotypes through reading?

Free Read - Belladonna

Sooooo...exciting news in my world *wiggles*

My very first published story, Belladonna, has been re-released...and now it's free!

It's M/M BDSM and it's...very kinky.

BDSMonday - Quizzes

It's BDSMonday! Today we have a wonderful bdsm quiz for everyone to take. I took the submissive quiz and my Sir took the Dominant quiz. They were both quite accurate.

BDSMonday - Quizzes

It's BDSMonday! Today we have a wonderful bdsm quiz for everyone to take. I took the submissive quiz and my Sir took the Dominant quiz. They were both quite accurate.

Blog Tour - Otherworld

Hi, thanks for joining me on my blog tour. My name's Emma Jane and I'm one of the authors of Otherworld. Archetypal English toff William "Liam" Barnes is in big trouble. He's borrowed money from Irish gangster Davey McGrath with one simple proviso: get the prism from Matthew Luttrell - seducing him if he has to - and bring it back to him. But the prism isn't with Matthew, and Liam makes a decision he can't undo, meaning he's now twenty thousand pounds in debt to a vicious gangster and has no idea where to find the prism.

That is, until he meets stoic Irishman Jim Henvey, the real owner of the prism, who has a cruel demi-goddess of a mother on the warpath for him. Liam and Jim quickly find themselves tied up in each other's messes, and with more than just the mortal world out to get them, is there any way they can find their way out of a battle between dimensions together and still have time to figure out their feelings for each other? Or will they sink deeper into trouble?Today, I'm going to talk about Liam. Liam is a spoilt young man from a well-off English family. His father, Nicholas, thinks he's a waste of space. His mother, however, dotes on him. Openly gay and not short on confidence, Liam is definitely not backwards at coming forwards. He often speaks his mind and, even more often, acts before he thinks. Impulsive, passionate, and reckless, with a potty-mouth and a knack for inventive swears, Liam both frustrates and delights love-interest Jim. He has a vulnerable side and can be child-like. He thrives on being loved - love for his father and wanting his father's love being his initial drive. Liam was hugely fun to write and his character formed quickly in my mind. One of my first inspirations for him was Lord Alfred "Bosie" Douglas - Oscar Wilde's lover, but he soon became his own character.~ "I suppose you'll be wanting some candyfloss," Jim said, glancing over at him as they neared the entrance. "You look like the type with a sweet tooth.""Candyfloss makes me horny," Liam said. "If you think you can handle that..."Jim raised his eyebrows. "That's one way to ruin a childhood treat.""My dear, everything makes me horny," Liam said, sticking a cigarette between his lips to hide his smile. "Everything.""I should have guessed," Jim said with a grin. They stopped at a stall, and Jim bought them both a stick of candyfloss. "We're looking for my cousin, by the way. His name's Eoin. Looks like me except with black hair and a bigger nose.""Handsome," he commented, flicking the cigarette away and peeling a strip from the candyfloss instead. He laughed. "This stuff tastes like shit. Crunchy, sugary shit, I love it.""It reminds me of being a kid," Jim said, licking his fingers. "I used to save all my pocket money to come here. And if I did run out, I'd, ah, borrow it from some of the less observant patrons.""You rotten bastard," Liam said, grinning. "I can just imagine it. I bet you looked adorable." They walked past the High Striker, where a weedy-looking man was struggling even to lift the hammer. Liam eyed the guy running the game, checking out his muscular arms, turning to walk backward so he could watch him a little longer. "Eyes on the road, Buckingham," Jim said, his voice low. "Look at his arms!" Liam said. "I have a thing for arms." He picked off more candyfloss and popped it into his mouth. "You should have a go at that game, I bet you'd win."


Otherworld is published by Torquere Press. Buy it hereYou can follow Emma Jane on Twitter: @emizzy. Follow her blog: http://emmy-j.blogspot.co.uk or visit her website: ejtett.weebly.comAlso by Emma Jane:The Queen's Guard - a short story published in Torquere's Men in Uniform anthologyCompulsion - a short story published in Dreamspinner's Hot off the Press anthology Shuttered - a novel published by Dreamspinner Press, due for release December 2014Also by Liz Powell:Hunted - a novel published by Manifold Press

BDSMonday - Guest Post by M. Strange - Coming Out As Kinky

It's BDSMonday! (Last week? Obviously last week never happened, or there would have been a BDSMonday post. *heh*)

Today I have guest post number two from my Sir, and she's talking about how and when to come out as kinky. I've touched on this subject before, but I think it's an important one and it's good to get as many perspectives about it as possible.

So, without further ado:





Coming out as Kinky
M. Strange
Let me first start with a disclaimer. You don’t ‘come out’ as kinky in the same way as you come out as queer. If you’re queer, it’s likely to come up every once in a while in public. Introducing someone to your same sex partner is a great way to come out without actually making an awkward announcement about your sexual orientation.
Coming out as kinky is different, because it’s not about who you’re in a relationship with, it’s about how your relationship works. This is really a TMI for people like parents, coworkers and people you just met. Hopefully your parents will want to meet your partner and get to know them, but that doesn’t mean they want to know that you like to spank your partner’s ass, or that you like being called ‘Your Highness’ while your partner licks your feet. That is pretty much the definition of TMI.
So, the only people you should be telling about your kinks are:
1)      People you want to have a kinky relationship with
2)      That’s it
3)      No, really
Telling people who don’t want to know about your sex life that you love having your ass slapped is sexual harassment. Don’t share that. Even if your kinky relationship doesn’t involve sex, it’s still private.As for how to come out as kinky… that is a much harder question to answer. T. was the one who initiated that conversation between us.
My advice for people who aren’t sure how to tell their partners they’d like to be kinky is this: Start small, share fantasies, communicate, keep an open mind and have fun.
When you and your partner are in the mood for some fun, ask if they want to try something new. That’s great! Just don’t jump straight to hanging weights off their nipples! Start with something tame. This is a good idea for when you’re new to anything, but especially if you’re introducing someone to something they might be unsure of. Don’t just go out and buy lots of BDSM toys, either (trust us—we have a TON of toys we used once). Try lots of things first. Try gentle spanking, try leaving hickeys, try some really light bondage, delve into role playing.
Asking your partner about their fantasies and sharing your own is a great way to find out what kinks you’re both into and how far you want to go with them. You and your partner might be into a bit of role play and bondage, but they winced when you brought up tickling.  Now you know where to start and where to stop.When you’re first starting out, communication can be as simple as telling your partner ‘I’ve always had this fantasy…’ Without it, they’re never going to know about your fetish for having your ears nibbled. Even after they know what you’re into, no one’s perfect. If that last nibble was too hard, tell them. If you preferred they didn’t poke you in the eye next time, let them know. This goes in reverse too. If you’re not sure your partner’s enjoying having their hair pulled anymore, don’t be afraid to stop and ask. Sometimes it can be hard to stop and let someone know that it isn’t working for you anymore, but it’s worth it. Without communication, how will you really know they love having clothespins attached to their tongue?
Another part of communication –especially while doing role playing—is having a safe word. Not everyone uses a safe word, but if part of your fantasies involve one of you saying no or stop when they don’t mean it, then you need one. Your partner might say ‘no’ and you think they really mean yes, but if they say ‘pumpernickel!’ you know they’re not having a good time anymore.
Being open minded doesn’t just mean you should think about pinching your partner’s butt because they love it. It also means being understanding if your partner says they don’t want anything to do with butt pinching.  Be open minded enough to assume that everyone has their preferences and yours won’t mesh 100% of the time. Asking for consent once and having it given is great. 
Asking for consent 70 times and then finally getting an ‘okay, fine’ is not consent.*
So I hope it goes over well when you tell your partner you love it when they don’t allow you on the furniture. Just don’t tell your coworkers about your great weekend.
*Emphasis by T. 

Cover Reveal - The Love Brothers by Liz Crowe

The Love Brothers
Liz Crowe


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Love Garage
Book 1
January 5, 2015 (ebook)
March 14, 2015 (Print)
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22294474-love-garage
Blurb:
Antony Love is the quintessential responsible oldest brother of a boisterous, Italian/Irish family, placed in charge at a young age by his parents who are busy running the family business. He manages his siblings with a fair but iron hand, until his life is shattered by personal tragedy leaving him the shell of the man he once was.

When outspoken matriarch Lindsay Halloran Love becomes ill, the youngest brother Aiden shows up at Antony's garage, having dropped out of school (again), needing work and a place to crash. Antony provides both, with three caveats: "Don't smoke in my truck, don't be late for work, and don't mess with my girlfriend."

But Aiden Love, budding novelist, gets one glimpse of Rosalee Norris, young widow of Antony's lifelong best friend and all bets are off.

Set in horse country near Lexington, Kentucky, The Love Brothers Series is a saga of family devotion that runs as wide and deep as the Ohio River--except on Sundays when brothers Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work out their frustrations on the basketball court, Love brother style.

The Love Brothers: A family saga with humor, heat and heart—not to mention beer, bourbon and basketball.







Love Garage Excerpt:

Love Garage opened bright and early the next morning, a Saturday, a day Aiden had hoped to spend recovering.

“I get so many oil changes and random small jobs on Saturdays, it doesn’t make sense to be closed and let the jackasses with the Quickilube at Walmart get the business,” Antony insisted when Aiden groaned with dismay upon being awakened after two hours of drunken sleep. It didn’t help that the awakening occurred at the business end of a thrown pillow. “Get up, Romeo. You owe me rent money.”
He did, slowly, queasily hitting a shower, sore all over, his skin mottled from bug bites. But nothing topped the glorious agony of a bourbon hangover like the one that had him firmly in its evil grasp.
He slouched out the door, cursing Antony, cursing Tricia, cursing her ex-husband for throwing her in his path last night. But mostly cursing his own weak-ass uselessness. He rested his head against the cool comfort of the truck window until Antony hit a bump or two, which sent extra pain jolting down his spine.
“Sorry,” his brother muttered, glancing over at him.
“No, you’re not.”
“Got me there. And you’d better warn me if you’re about to toss your cookies. I won’t have that in my vehicle, got me?”
Aiden rubbed his neck and nodded, swallowing the urge to throw up all over the pristine interior on principal. “Why d’you hate me so much? You used to like me.” He stared over at his brother, heart thumping, ears humming, throat closing up with nausea. He despised waking up still drunk.
“I don’t hate you.” Antony turned onto the main road headed into town.
“Could’ve fooled me. You’re a real asshole anymore. Worse than Dom.”
Antony merely shrugged, not rising to that tried-and-true bait. So they spent the rest of the ride to the garage in silence. Once there, Antony sat gripping the wheel. Aiden waited, hoping he’d get something out of him—something he would assure him that the man he thought he remembered as the protective, funny, and loving guy he’d grown up with still existed inside the guy walking around wearing Antony’s skin.
Finally, he let go of the wheel, exhaled, and squared his shoulders as if prepping for battle. Aiden made a mental note to talk to Kieran about how badly Antony had descended into his life of non-stop mourning and jerk-hood.
“So, Rosalee, not putting out for you or what? You need to get laid maybe? Knock the edge off?”
The glare Aiden got for saying those particular words did make him worry Antony might punch his aching head through the passenger-side window.
He clenched his jaw in the way Aiden remembered from their childhood. “That is so far outside the realm of your business as to be in another galaxy. Get to work and don’t say her name to me again.”
And with that, Aiden was left with the fleeting thought that mentioning Rosalee directly was probably not a good idea. He surely didn’t need Antony to guess that her name was on his lips, or front and center of his mind.
He shook his head—a Bad Plan because it summoned the pounding agony back with a vengeance. Groaning, he climbed out and shuffled over to the door.
A new day began at Love Garage.


Pre order link available Dec. 15, 2014.




Coach Love
Book 2
January 5, 2015 (ebook)
March 14, 2015 (Print)
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22877945
Blurb:
The smoldering intensity of first love ~ the forbidden fantasy of temptation ~ the cold hard facts of real life.
When one man’s hopes are dashed apart in a split second after years spent chasing a dream, he returns home to Kentucky furious at the world and everyone around him.

Kieran Francesco is the middle son of the volatile, tight-knit Halloran-Love family. His role as peacemaker and the one true athlete is well established. He now faces life devoid of the sport he adores after a horrific, career-ending accident, which places him in a new and entirely uncomfortable position—that of the brother with no future.

Over the course of a few tumultuous months Kieran is plunged back into life at the center of the Love family, where he must cope with one self-destructive brother, one ill-timed reconnection to an old flame and a series of bad choices that land him in more trouble than he’d ever known existed.

COACH LOVE, book 2 of The Love Brothers, a family saga of sibling loyalty that runs as deep and wide as the Ohio River—at least until Sunday, when Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work out their frustrations at the weekly Love brother pick-up basketball game.

Coach Love EXCERPT:
As he drove the twenty or so miles from his parents’ house into town Kieran’s head began to clear. The windows were down and the tunes cranked. The sun shone. Signs of summer--one of his favorite seasons--were all around him. Parks packed with families, all the basketball courts and swimming pools overflowing. The sight of a gaggle of boys on bikes riding alongside him for a while, singing along with whatever random, crappy rap song currently polluted the airwaves made him smile.

“Hey, it’s Kieran Love!” one of the punks shouted after a few blocks. “Can you come over and shoot a few with us?”

He waved and drove on, gratified but sad, the sound of their cheerful unhappiness at his refusal filling his ears, taking the stretch of four lane road at seventy miles an hour, pressing the gas pedal to the floor, the throaty, powerful roar of the car’s engine revving him from head to toe.

It would be all right because he and Melinda loved each other. They had from the moment they’d met. He passed some grandpa in a Toyota, as the deep green fields surrounded by picturesque white fences and dotted with horses filled both sides of his vision.

He’d been home and recuperating from radical knee surgery with the best prognosis he could hope for after such a nasty break--to walk normally, much less play the occasional pick up game. His depression had been deep, wide, and terrifying. He woke every day at his parents’ house, unwilling even to get out of bed, not that he could without help for the first few weeks.

Antony had tossed a laptop computer at him one day when he’d been sulking, unshaven, and eating an entire bag of potato chips, something he’d not done since the age of ten when his fate--bound for basketball fame and fortune--had been determined.

“Here, find a job, find a date, find something,” he’d said before yanking the empty chip bag away and smacking Kieran’s head hard enough to make his ears ring.

“Ow. Leave me alone, asshole. I’m grievously injured,” he’d said, not caring about the swear-free zone he inhabited.

“That’s three dollars young man,” his mother had called out from the kitchen.

“You live with this, jerk, and see how you feel about finding ‘a date.’“ He’d hooked his fingers around the words, heart in his throat at how badly he’d wanted to call Cara right then.

But by the next weekend he was caning and limping his way toward the door to some faux-fancy Italian restaurant in Lexington, rubbing his freshly shaved face and trying not to sweat through his dress shirt. The woman from the internet site sat at the bar, twirling an olive-laden swizzle stick in her martini glass, long, slim, bare legs crossed, feet encased in sky-high patent leather heels. He’d exhaled, beyond relived that he’d not been cat-fished by some troll, or worse, a dude.

He’d hesitated then, something in him telling him to turn around and leave, fast. But at that moment, she’d flashed him the whitest, most perfect smile he’d ever seen and he’d been hooked. He still didn’t know how. They’d gone out for three weeks before she let him kiss her. It’d been another three weeks before he got anywhere near her tits. It had been a solid four months before he scored but that encounter had been, in a word, epic.

Melinda liked to talk dirty, wear heels and a garter belt while he fucked her. Loved doing it with all the lights on and in semi-public places. She gave head like a pro at first, before he’d given her an engagement ring.

Her bitchiness had come across as extreme decisiveness, sort of hot in way, he’d admit, since he tended toward the spontaneous and unplanned--”wishy washy” as he now understood it thanks to Melinda’s re-categorization of his personality. Her tight grip on her emotions and her surroundings, the OCD way she ordered her life did grate on him at times but he figured she tolerated his innate sloppiness and willingness to wake on a Sunday without a plan in place for the rest of the day. When he realized he sat across from her at some overpriced, hipster restaurant near her office after going out with her for eight months, ready to present her with a ring he could barely afford, it had shocked him without seeming to even faze her.

“Well, of course I’ll marry you, but you’ve got to find a better job,” she’d drawled as she sipped her champagne.

“A new job?” He’d gotten the teaching gig at his old high school and couldn’t imagine any job he’d want or like better. She made six figures for Christ’s sake, at least he thought she did.

Elated, drunk with lust and achievement, he’d tried to get his long legs adjusted under the small table jammed between all the others and covered with small plates of “tapas” which, best he could tell were “appetizers” only twice the price and half the helpings.

“I’ll do anything you want, Melinda. You saved me, honest to God you did.”

She’d fluttered her inky black lashes and gazed at him with an expression that convinced him he’d made the drastic move for the right reasons. The following year had been a combination of frustration, anger and high school level blue balls. The double drama Antony and Aiden had foisted on the Love family during that time hadn’t helped but it had distracted him. He’d taught his classes, helped out with the basketball team pro bono without telling Melinda and had been happier than he’d ever been as a pro athlete.

The fact that she maintained her uber-bitch persona around his family killed him. But he was hooked.

Still.

Mostly.



Love Brewing
Book 3
March 1, 2015 (ebook)
March 14, 2015 (Print)
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23344944
Blurb:
Every family has one—the black sheep, the problem child, the prodigal. But Dominic Sean Love could teach all of those guys a lesson or two. Stuck in the middle of a boisterous group of siblings, he’s given “acting out” a new meaning from the day he drew his first breath.

While he’s the one son who follows his strict father’s footsteps into the Love family business, he’s also the one who butts heads with him the hardest. Their epic clashes are the stuff of family legend. But they have made peace and work side by side to take Love Brewing to the next level of success.

Until Dominic does the one thing his father can never forgive.

Diana Brantley has been Dominic’s friend, girlfriend and ex-girlfriend so many times she’s lost count. When he shows up at the farm she’s slowly transforming into a wildly popular farm-to-table resource for restaurants all over the U.S. her first impulse is to shoot first and ask questions later. But she doesn’t. And their lives entwine once more, for good, bad and ugly.

Working (pre-edited) Excerpt:

Dominic would give anything be able to talk to Kieran. They’d gotten close in the last months since he’d required a rather alarming rescue from a jail down in Georgia and his brother had shown up, very few questions asked. But no, Kieran had his own issues and likely at that very moment was busy trying to convince his high school girlfriend to marry him, even as she was poised and ready to marry someone else.
“You need dry clothes,” Diana said, interrupting his pity party.
He shrugged and kept his gaze fixed on the view of rain. “Your garden looks like shit. When’s the last time you bothered to pull weeds?”
She snorted. He smiled. He used to love it when she’d do that. He’d honestly had no intention of showing up here today. The Brantley farm remained way off the beaten track, if the track around Lucasville could be considered “beaten” in any way. When he’d raced out of the stifling hot sanctuary and hotwired Kieran’s car he’d driven off without a single thought in his addled head other than “escape.”
But when he’d finally released his death grip on the steering wheel he’d looked through the windshield and found himself facing the old two-story farmhouse where he’d lost his virginity—not to Diana but to her sister Jen, an older version of the girl he’d been hanging around with since God was a boy. The whooshing sound that had deafened him for the last couple of days had receded ever so slightly at the sight of the place.
He’d not been anywhere near it in over six years, ever since he’d run out here to get solace from Diana when Gina had bolted for New York. Her reaction to his surprise visit had been decidedly less hostile then. He groaned and ran a hand down his wet face.
No one to blame but yourself for this reception, numb nuts.
As if on cue, one of the dogs whined and bumped his leg with its huge muzzle.
“Bossy bitch,” he said softly, giving her another scratch behind the ears. The animal gazed at him adoringly.
Yeah, at least dogs always loved him.
He glanced up and caught sight of Diana tugging on something dry that looked way too big for her. The sight of it sent a thrill of something he didn’t want to acknowledge as jealousy down his spine.
You have less than no place being jealous of anything about her, he reminded himself. She stared at him as she buttoned up the light blue, obviously man-sized shirt. He had to restrain himself from blinking too fast at the onrushing memories threatening to mow him down.
“Put on a few pounds eh Di?” he said, leaning back against the rough barn wall. The dog practically crawled up onto the hay bale and laid its head in his lap. Damn thing weighed over eighty pounds and smelled like rancid pond water, but he didn’t stop it.
“Fuck you,” she said, turning away and giving him a lovely view of the backs of her slim, tanned legs. “Come up to the house and get some dry clothes on, you dumbass.” She stood there, wearing that shirt that made his chest tight, pondering where it had come from, her legs bare and beautiful. It made him want to weep. He set his jaw and turned away from her.
“I missed you and your ladylike ways,” he said, almost absently, as he turned back to study the rain pounding against the window. “Ow!” The towel pop flicked his neck, then his thigh. “Damn girl, you on your period or what?” He rubbed his leg and noted that he was, indeed, soaked through and could use a change of clothes. Too bad he hadn’t thought of that when he ran away from what remained of his former life.
“I can feel your crybaby BS from clear across this barn,” she said. “Makes me wanna laugh.”
He turned fast, angry at her words. But her gaze comforted him. And suddenly, he realized why he’d found himself here, on what could be labeled as the worst day of his sorry-ass thirty years.
“How’d married life work out for ya,” he said, shoving the dog off his lap and getting to his feet.
“How d’you think? I mean, I’m sure it was the talk of the town.” She kept staring at him, not moving. For a split second, Dom found himself headed toward her, needing to feel her skin, taste her lips. But he stood, keeping the four or so feet between them, the dogs milling around their ankles making worried noises. An errant drop of water fell from a lock of hair over his eyes. The moment felt fraught and he cursed himself for causing her pain, again. And again.
“Well, I guess the guy was lucky to escape with his balls intact,” he said, finally. “You’re still as ugly as homemade sin,” he lied.
The corner of her lips lifted. He let himself exhale.
It was on now. And he knew she’d let him stay here as long as he needed.



Liz Crowe bio
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Amazon best-selling author, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.
Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”
With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.
Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.

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Cover Reveal - Acquiesce by Cory Cyr

Coming: December 30, 2014****18+ due to adult language and explicit sexual content*****
Caspian Vance~former child prodigy, now an accomplished professor of human sexuality at twenty-six has it all—an IQ that's off the charts, a stellar career at which he excels, and the drop-dead looks and body that make women spontaneously combust with lust.
He's been studying sex and women's behavior since he was sixteen. When it comes to the science of human lust and the rewards of sexual pursuits, he has all the answers.
There's one thing he knows for sure: "love" has nothing to do with it. Sex is a basic, primal human need—love is an unstable, emotional complication. Both are present in a person, but completely unrelated. His own world of logic and fact accepts this truth and now. . .
He's going to prove it.
When Cass takes a sabbatical to research his theory in order to write his third book, he enlists the help of a former lover and now owner of the world's most exotic and secretive male brothel catering strictly to wealthy older women. On this remote Caribbean island, he uses his keen sense of observation and research to prove "love" is merely a series of chemical reactions in the human brain—nothing more.
Nicola Barrington~ had the perfect life, married to her soul mate.Ten years into her one and only relationship, her idyllic world is shattered by the death of her beloved husband. The loss of her "one true love" sends her into seclusion where she spends the next eleven years pining for the man she still loves.
The beautiful heiress, stays hidden away, her only connection to the outside world being being the hired help and her two close friends. Her friends know Nic has much to live for and are eager to see her find love again. . . and if not love, they would settle for her rediscovering the throes of lust.
As her 40th birthday approaches, her two friends succeed in coaxing her out of her emotionally safe haven to celebrate with a trip to an exclusive resort known for "restoring an older woman's brilliant, inner glow."
Caspian’s superiority and logic combined with Nic's innocence and melancholy are on an imminent collision course. Sometimes even a genius has a hard time figuring out a woman. Join the Cover Reveal Event Today!


 



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Zombies and Romance? Really?

Shared from Torquere's Romance For The Rest Of Us blog. Not only is this new release a zomromcom like My Zombie Boyfriend, V.L. Locey is also a fellow Canadian and Torquere Press author. So I've gotta spread the word. Anyway...
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Zombies and Romance? Really?Yes, really!
I know that many people just cannot think about romance and zombies being in the same book. I mean that is just squicky, and nasty, right? Well, not necessarily. If you stop and think about it, when would love ever be more important? The world is falling apart, the dead are rising up, and the Twinkies are all gone. Having someone to love and cuddle during such a horrendous time would certainly make survival that much easier. Just think of Daryl and Carol. Go on. I'll give you a minute. *Takes moment to enjoy recollections of Norman Reedus looking all sexy and whatnot*
Yeah, recalling their reunion made me tear up too. See, love and romance and spicy things are needed when one is facing an apocalypse. With that in mind, may I present my newest novella in the Two Guys zom-rom-com series?


Blurb:Paul and Gordon aren't your typical zombie hunters. They're a loving couple of educators who might be infected by the virus that is turning the world's population into mindless, undead eating machines. So why haven`t they turned?  Well, Gordon has a theory about that. He suspects that those who march under the rainbow flag just might be carrying the cure for the plague in their bloodstream. Zendra, the massive pharmaceutical company where the mutated virus was made, certainly seems to be in a hurry to round up all the gay survivors they can grab.
To avoid the clutches of Zendra, Paul, his partner Gordon, and a ragtag band of survivors head into the Great White North - the land of maple syrup, hockey, lumberjacks, and thick bacon. Here they plan to spend the winter, hopefully safe from roaming bands of undead, militaristic companies with far too much power, seedy groups of other survivors, and the always dreaded moose. Can two guys in love lead a motley crew to safety?
Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 3: He`s a Lumberjack and He's Undead is available at the Torquere Press Store, as well as all major eBook retailers. 


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Excerpt:

My sigh and a steady but thin stream of urine pattering on the pine needles and last fall's dead leaves were the only noises until something stepped on a branch directly behind me. The dead bough cracked like a pistol. My urine stopped flowing as my heart dropped into my gut. A hot breath blew over the back of my neck causing every fine hair to stand up on end. The exhalation stank of rotten teeth and pond scum. With one hand, I tucked the shriveled beast back into its BVD cage. If a phobie was going to rip me into strips I was not dying with my *#*#  out. That's just a thing I have. Death can claim me but my genitals will be covered if I can manage it.
With a very unhurried demeanor and a sudden weakness in my legs and knees, I simultaneously reached behind my back for the gun while I swiveled my head around. The largest brown eyes I have ever seen gazed down at me. The creature shook its massive head and blew snot from its nostrils. My fingertips skimmed the gun as a scream of sheer horror escaped me. The moose promptly freaked out. It bulled forward (I know, it's funny isn't it? Bull plus moose. Ha. Ha. God, I hate moose) as if someone had rammed a hot poker up its bunghole.
I pulled the gun free and fired. The moose got over being scared and got royally pissed off, which was rather a bit of irony since I now was fearful of losing control of my bladder. Where I hit the monstrous beast from hell I do not know but I think we can rest assured that it was not a killing shot. Bullwinkle threw his head to the left and right. I turned to run, was hit in the shoulder by a moose brow and was thrown to the side like some insignificant gay Raggedy Andy. My face met a tree, my gun flew from my hand, and Sir Moose attacked the nearest bush thinking -- in its brilliant moose way -- that the bush was the man who had screamed in its face and then shot beside its ear. I watched all this from the ground where I was balled up in a fetal position, whimpering about the sap on my lower lip.
My shot must have roused the camp, for within a moment (although between you and me it felt much more like several hours) the sound of people crashing through the woods broke through the snorting, thrashing, and pawing the long-headed cousin of Bambi was doing. A brilliant light swept the area. I screamed. The moose spun from his bush battle. Rider and Gordon skidded into the scene, the beams from their flashlights hitting the moose right in his ugly, flubbery face. Gordon raised a shotgun into the air but never got the chance to shoot. The moose plunged between the men, sending both diving to opposite sides. Bouncing shafts of light accompanied the departure of the moose as he crashed away into the land of nightmares.
"Sweet Jeezus," I heard Rider pant somewhere in the darkness. "Damned shame I didn't have my deer rifle, we could have eaten on that bitch for a month."
"Paul, are you okay?" my partner called as he struggled to get to his feet and locate his flashlight.
A mousey sound tumbled from me. I coughed and tried several times to find my voice. When I located it down by my spleen, I had a question for my saviors. "Did-- Did he mean 'bitch' like that animal was a female, or like some sort of rural Southern expression like 'Damn son, we could have eaten on that bitch for a week!' when in actuality the beast was a male?"




Author Bio:
            V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers,  comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.
            When not writing lusty tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, fresh cup of java in hand.

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More V.L. Locey Torquere Press books:
Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology), Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 2:It Came From Birmingham, Love of the Hunter, Goaltender`s Penalty, All I Want for Christmas, Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology), Night of the Jackal, An Erie Halloween.
And coming soon exclusively from Torquere Press . . . An Erie Operetta and Early To Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale.