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My Zombie Boyfriend - Halloween Excerpt #2

Hi everyone! We're so close to Halloween I can smell it! I was going to rake leaves today, but it's really gross and wet out so I'll have to celebrate fall in a different way...so, please enjoy the second Halloween excerpt from My Zombie Boyfriend.

My Zombie Boyfriend is told from Edward's perspective. Edward is your typical medical student/necromancer. Kit is his sassy, sarcastic zombie, and Boo is Edward's undead cat. (Side note: Kit really hates the 'Z' word or any reference to stereotypical zombie things like eating brains...this is one of the few times in the book Kit acknowledges zombies exist, never mind that he is one!)



I had been reading for an hour or so when I noticed movement in my doorway and heard a sort of rasping, groaning sound. “Kit, are you okay?” I hoped it was Kit, and not Boo. Strange noises from Boo were never good. “You could drink a little water if your throat is—dear god!”
I just about gave myself whiplash, my double take was so quick. Kit, champion of monsters everywhere, who won’t even let me use the ‘Z’ word, whose email address is undead.canadian33@gmail.com, was dressed up for Halloween. As a stereotypical zombie. Oh, he had done a wonderful job. His makeup was very convincing. He had taken some old, suitably unfashionable clothing—mine, of course—outside and trounced it very thoroughly. “Is that…my raspberry jam?” was the first thing that came out of my mouth as I got a smell of him.
“Mm-hmm,” he said, obviously daring me to say more. “I tried ketchup first, but it smelled funny. This smells much better.”
“I could have gotten you fake blood. …Or real blood, for that matter.”
“Ew. This is chunkier, anyway.”
Was ‘chunky’ a sought-after quality in fake blood? Especially when the ‘chunks’ looked like, well, raspberry seeds? “It’s lovely. Please don’t wear it in the car.” I excused myself to go to the bathroom so I could look at myself in the mirror. Kit, bastion of zombie rights, vanquisher of stereotypes, dressed like…that? I examined each of my pupils, carefully. They were the same size. I didn’t look like I was going crazy, but how could I tell? The dark circles under my eyes were fairly typical for me. They were maybe a little darker since Kit’s arrival, but I didn’t think they were a sign of impending madness. As far as I could tell, the best proof I had that I was still sane was that I wondered about my sanity. After all, a madman doesn’t think he’s mad, right? Right. 

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Bad Boy: Naughty at Night Book Tour + Giveaway

Bad Boy: Naughty at NightInformation and Links Page
Book Title:  Bad BoyAuthor:  Jamie LakePublisher: Jamie Lake (June 25, 2014) Book Length:  65 pagesGenre:  Novella, MM, Erotica
Book Blurb:Kindergarten teacher by day, sensual masseuse by night, Peter Davidson never thought things would get so tough that he’d need to give out sensual massages in secret in order to make ends meet. But when the school slashes his hours in half and with no other jobs available in town, he stumbles across the opportunity when fiddling around on an online dating site and a rather handsome older gentleman offers him money.
What he thinks will be a onetime thing turns into a booming business at night, and Peter promises himself he’ll only do it long enough just until he gets caught up. He has nothing else going on in his life, after all.
Handsome, classy and educated as he is, Peter still hasn’t met The One. Until, that is, he meets Chip - the parent of a new student, who turns out to be more man than he’s ever dreamed of.

What will Chip say if he finds out what Peter is doing on the side? And, what’s worse, what will the school say when they find out this teacher has been a very bad boy?
Author Bio:My name is Jamie Lake and I'm the author of more than 12 gay romance novels. I've been a big fan of gay romance books ever since I started reading them and I really try to do something a little  different. Some of my favorite gay romance mm authors are Kindle Alexander, Sara York, Riley Hart and  River Jaymes.
With my own novels, I like to give my readers all the hot steamy scenes they like, but I also write characters with a lot of drama.
Every single character I write has a piece of me in them and in many ways, their situations have mirrored things I've been through in my own life or other people I know have been through. Whether it's Casey in "Boyfriend for Rent" who was kicked out his boyfriend's house suddenly or Chris in "The Trainer" who was cheated on or even Peter in the "Bad Boy" series who was desperate to find love and stability, I've been there and done that.
Fortunately for me, I have a wonderful partner now, so I know the heights of true love but I also know the lows of a messy breakup. I hope you enjoy reading my gay romance mm stories as much I enjoy writing And although my books have found amazing success, I'm so grateful for every single one of my readers who have helped me make my dream of becoming a full-time gay romance author come true. You rock!

Author Contact Links:
Email: jamielakenovels@gmail.comWebsite/Blog:   http://jamielakenovels.com/    Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/jamie.lake.355744?ref=tn_tnmnTwitter:  https://twitter.com/JamieLakeNovelsGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8058364.Jamie_Lake
Giveaway:Comment to win an eCopy of Bad Boy: Naughty at Night
Buy Links:
Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LB8LSIS?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00LB8LSIS&linkCode=xm2&tag=ggre0e-20
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00LB8LSIS?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creativeASIN=B00LB8LSIS&linkCode=xm2&tag=ggre-21

Excerpt (Prologue):
“Remember, I’m kinda new at this,” Peter fibbed a little. He wasn’t exactly brand new: he had done it before. He’d even gotten paid for it. He wasn’t an expert though, so he didn’t want Nate getting mad if he made a mistake. This was one of the casino’s top high rollers, and he was afraid of being punished for a mistake. He twisted his bottle of essential oils open, releasing the heady aroma of eucalyptus and peppermint into the air. Truth was, he was nervous.
It’s not as though it was first time he’d ever had a man in his bedroom: he’d certainly taken advantage of the rare night of privacy while his roommate was away.
“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Nate mumbled into the massage table, face down, his shirt off. He was a handsome older gentleman, Peter noted: maybe in his mid-fifties, and he resembled a young Jeff Bridges, with graying hair. Unlike Bridges, Nate kept his locks cut short. His powerful shoulders and confident stance made him look like the CEO type.
Except Peter knew what he really was: not a CEO by far. Nate was a 'made' man: the mob, the mafia - whatever they called them nowadays, Peter didn’t know, but the power that seeped out of Nate’s pores was intoxicating.
Beefy, well-built. It’d obviously been awhile since he’d gotten laid. Peter could smell the pheromones emitting from him, and they were as strong as a man’s cologne. It made his mouth water, and he knew that it would only take one touch in the right place, and he was sure to come undone beneath his hands.
Peter bit his lip and allowed his eyes to roam over the taut body lying before him, waiting patiently for him to begin.
He took a deep breath and steadied himself, concentrating on the soft ambient music filtering out of the built-in speakers. As much as he wanted to just jump right on Nate– and oh God! did he want to – he knew the benefits of taking his time. After all, there was no hurry.
Nate was the type of man who was used to being serviced, who always got what he wanted, Peter could tell, and he was going to enjoy this immensely.
The candles flickered, casting dancing amber shadows across the cream-coloured walls, as the oil pouring into Peter’s hand slid down his strong muscular forearms. Two, three drops fell from his elbow and splashed onto Nate’s skin.
Peter smiled to himself as the mature man’s buttocks clenched unwittingly under his jeans at the unexpected sensation.
“You ready?” he asked, in his deep rich voice, rubbing his hands together to evenly distribute the oil.
“Better take off my pants,” Nate said, sitting up and unbuttoning them. He was thick and had a semi-hard-on already. Peter had actually never seen a bulge that big, and the thought of what lay beneath his boxers made his imagination go wild.
“All right,” Nate said, lying face down on the bed. “Do me.”
Shivers went up Peter’s spine at the command. He swallowed hard.
He laid his strong hand on Nate’s upper back; the pressure was firm, but not painful, as he slid his hands up and down Nate’s upper back and shoulders, gliding his thumbs like magic, working out the kinks and knots that had gathered there from days spent behind a desk.
“Mmm, that’s right,” Nate said, his voice barely more than a growl of pleasure as he enjoyed the pressure running up and down his spine.
It was the type of growl that drove men crazy and got them hard, thick, and fast, and Peter was no exception.
His heart was racing and his cock was stirring. It’d been so long since Peter had gotten laid, and his mind couldn’t shift from the thought of sitting on Nate’s lap, riding his cock like a bronco, kissing him, holding onto the back of his neck, running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, gripping hard as he began to lose control.
His eyes floated down to Nate’s bubble butt. His boxer briefs were floating over his thick rump, playing peek-a-boo, and Peter had to admit, he had a nice ass. Must have played football when he was younger, but he hadn’t lost his muscular tone.
Peter’s hands slid down from the center of Nate’s back to just above his rump, his thumbs sliding under the elastic over either side of his cheeks, then meeting in the middle, servicing him just the way he was supposed to do.
“Is this okay?” Peter asked, watching him closely for the barely perceptible signs that he should continue or stop.
“Oh yeah, you do have good hands,” Nate responded.
Peter smiled to himself in satisfaction and slid the boxers down to Nate’s thighs, the cool air running over his bare ass as he massaged the inside of his cheeks, his fingers gripping just under his pelvis then sliding back up to the center of his crack.
“Oh, yeah,” Nate rumbled, “Mmm ... that’s what daddy likes.” The words drifted into the air almost unconsciously.
Fuck, this was hot, Peter thought. He was getting desperately turned on, and he could tell Nate was too. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
His mind was racing. How he just wanted to pull Nate’s boxers down and suck that thick cock of his he knew was hiding inside. He could smell their mutual arousal: the strong, distinctive aroma of pre-cum mingling with the peppermint of the oil.
Nate shifted and turned around to stare up at Peter with those blue-grey eyes and thick eyebrows which were raised in sly expectation. It was the type of stare that let Peter know Nate was in control and he expected to get what he wanted, one way or another.
Peter’s eyes looked away, not wanting to lose himself in that hypnotic gaze, until Nate lifted his chin so his eyes were locked on his.
“Now,” he said smoothly, sternly. Peter quivered. “I know you’re good with your hands, so how about those lips?”
God, Peter wanted to blow him, to feel that thick cock melt in his mouth. He’d never gone that far with a client and promised he wouldn’t, no matter how hot they were, but God damn!
This was strictly an erotic massage: that was it. But it’d been so long since he’d gotten laid, and God! was he needing it badly, today more than ever.
He began to kneel down toward Peter’s crotch, the hot aroma of his erection turning him on.
But Nate stopped him. “Not those lips,” he said in that low voice that turned Peter’s legs to jelly. “Let’s see about your other ones...between your cheeks.”
Peter was getting wet and sweaty with the thought of it, but his eyes migrated over to the clock ticking away steadily underneath the smooth, piping music.
He knew, sensibly, that he’d better cut the session short before things went too far. He couldn’t afford to lose this job.
Besides, Peter had to teach school in the morning. And kindergarteners weren’t the easiest of students. However, it was the principal who Peter feared the most. If he ever found out what Peter’s secret night job was, he’d be sure to fire him on the spot.

Bad Boy: Naughty at Night Blog Tour - Guest Post

When is Cheating, Cheating?
A Guest Post by Jamie Lake

You may have a spouse or significant other, but it's normal to fantasize about other people; people who may be better looking, have a better body or do something exciting with their lives. But when is cheating,
cheating?  When does it stop being just a fantasy and dip into the dark side of compromising and endangering our relationship? That's what I wanted to write about in my book series, Bad Boy. It tells the story of a kindergarten teacher, Peter who moonlights as an erotic massage therapist for gentlemen at night.  He hides this little factoid from the man he started dating for awhile and feels rotten about it. It's not that his boyfriend isn't exciting but being a nude massage therapist lets him explore a part of him, the "slutty side" that he may not be getting from his established relationship. He's made clear guidelines for himself, absolutely not penetration but is that cheating?  Is reading romance novels or watching porn cheating? Is fantasizing about the hot neighbor across the street cheating?  Where is the line drawn? I hope you enjoy reading Bad Boy and think about your own life, how far would you go to satisfy your fantasies?

BDSMonday - Predators

It's BDSMonday!

Since last week's post was so silly, I've got to balance it out with a more serious post (or something like that).

First, I want to say that, as a group, kinky people are just like other people--because we are other people! There are good people and bad people, people who are looking to screw you over, and people who are trying to hurt you in not good ways.

I believe that people sometimes get labeled 'predator' simply because they pissed someone off. That doesn't mean that predators don't exist in BDSM, and it doesn't mean that you should ignore someone being called a predator.

There are different kinds of BDSM predators. An unfortunately common one is someone who approaches every new person and sets themselves up as being the Wise Old Leather Master who will train them and teach them and turn them into a Twoo Submissive. Most of them are pretty harmless, if annoying, and they're pretty easy to spot. Remember--there is no 'right' way to BDSM...though there are wrong ways! If someone tries to convince you their way is the only way, especially if it goes against what your instincts or common sense are telling you, trust yourself. Just because they have 'years of experience as a ______' doesn't mean their opinion is any more valid or true than yours.

There is another kind of predator who can be extremely dangerous and potentially life threatening: people who are attracted to BDSM because they genuinely want to hurt/maim/kill other people. To me, sadism and masochism often go hand in hand--the sadist wants to hurt, the masochist wants to be hurt, everybody's consenting and goes home happy. There are people out there for whom that is not the case. They aren't looking to please anyone but themselves. I don't truly consider these people into BDSM, but that's how they're usually portrayed in the media and they have given BDSM a lot of dark baggage to overcome for the public.

If someone you know approaches you and tells you to look out for Mac because they've heard he's done some nonconsensual things with past play partners, be careful. I'm not saying write Mac off completely or base your opinion of him on hearsay, but where there's smoke, there's usually at least an ember.

If you get a bad feeling about someone--listen to that feeling! BDSM relies heavily on trust, and if something feels 'off' about someone you've met, there's probably a reason for it. They might not be any sort of danger, but chances are they're not right for you to play with. Ask other people in your community who know that person. Ask people who have played with that person before, if possible. Get as many angles and opinions as possible, but please don't ignore your gut feeling.



There are also predators in BDSM fiction. Sometimes they're obviously predators, but sometimes they're set up as the love interest or main character. Some forms of BDSM predation can be sexy-- IN FICTION --but I find it pretty rare that I don't just go 'ew' and drop the book. Have you read any BDSM fiction that just seemed more like abuse or predation? What was your reaction to it? 

*The Fly voice* Heeeeellllp Meeeee....Heeeeeeelllpppp Meeeeee!

Hey everyone,

Sorry to semi-spam you with this, but I've had an update to my horse situation...for the worse.

Due to stress-related health issues, my wife had to give her notice at her job yesterday. She's going to be looking for another job right away, but things are kind of up in the air for us and any help would be really appreciated.

I know times are tough for everyone right now, but I would be grateful if you could share this if you can't donate.

I don't usually post about bad stuff happening in my life on Facebook, but we could really use some help right now.

Thanks. You guys rock. (Even if you don't share or donate LOL) 

Here's the link to our Indiegogo campaign: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/my...

Aw Yeah

Clearly, I'm meant to work on this particular WIP right now. My favourite porn inspiration, Duo XY Trapeze, has uploaded more videos since the last time I checked.

Seriously. Check them out. They're freaking HOT.

Interview and Giveaway

Happy Monday everyone (and that is BDSMonday, of course).

Today, I'm also being interviewed by Karen Docter over at her blog. Make sure to stop by and check it out--there's a giveaway!

BDSMonday - Fetishes Video

It's BDSMonday!

Today I have a video for you. It's an episode of the Midwest Teen Sex Show, which is a hilarious and informative series to teach young people about all kinds of sex and sexuality. I highly recommend it. (I didn't want to put "Teen Sex Show" in the title lest I give the wrong impression...)

It's a very silly video, and definitely not a how-to guide to playing, but I hope you enjoy it!

Sit back, relax, and may I present the Midwest Teen Sex Show - Fetishes!

Meant For Him Blog Tour - R-rated Excerpt

R-Rated Each exercise tormented a distinct part of his body. There was precision to the work as he focused within, as if he were able to command individual cells to do their part. Mechanically he progressed from core to limbs as he broke down muscle tissue so it could build back up even stronger.  As one hour passed and the next was well underway, Andrew continued his circuits until he’d stretched and pulled every fiber of himself. He finished his workout with a thirty minute run on the treadmill. Once done, he stepped off the machine, panting. He ran an internal check, trying to sense any lingering stress.  His mind was blessedly clear as he carried himself down the stairs to shower and change. There were just as many men as when he’d arrived earlier, but Andrew wasn’t focused on them. The ache from his workout still throbbed in his body and the penetrating heat of the steam room beckoned him. He made quick work of undressing, aware of the glances he received but ignoring them. With a skimpy towel, which seemed to be a staple at all sports clubs, barely clinging to his hips, he entered the small tiled area. Immediately assaulted by thick billows of vapor, Andrew stood in the middle of the room gaining his bearings. Slowly, he was able to make images along the benches. He worked his way to an empty spot where he could have some space.  There were two guys just to his right stroking each other’s cocks. Their eyes were fixated on the objects in their hands. When the man closest to Andrew leaned over and took the second guys cock in his mouth, Andrew closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. For several minutes he simply breathed in and out through his nose. The door opened and closed a few times and the slurping noises next to him continued, but Andrew pushed each distraction aside, focusing on the wet heat in the room. As little as two or three months earlier, he would have watched. Maybe even participated. But meaningless encounters held no appeal to him any longer. The image of Peter flashed behind his closed lids, along with the imagined statement he’d made in Andrew’s fantasy. Let me take care of you. Andrew didn’t need anyone to take care of him. I know what you want. Andrew didn’t even know what he wanted. How could anyone else? Andrew snapped his eyed open and noticed a man leaned against the wall next to him. Each muscle stood out along his powerful frame and, as Andrew surveyed the physical prowess, he couldn’t help the way his eyes fell naturally to the man’s groin. Long fingers of one hand cupped the package, rubbing gently and doing virtually nothing to hide the sizable lump hidden beneath the towel. Though the steam blurred Andrew’s vision, he could tell the man was staring at him in open invitation. Had this been another time, if he hadn’t become so aware of his isolation, Andrew would have allowed his covering to slide open and his dick to lay bare for the man to see. He might even allow his hand to drift towards his groin, playing with himself. But none of those impulses or desires surfaced. Instead, Andrew closed his eyes once again, shutting out the obvious invitation. Rejecting the pass was enough to stimulate Andrew’s thoughts. And the more he tried to concentrate on breathing and relaxing spent muscles, the more his thoughts closed in until they captured one thing.  Peter. In one day, the man had managed to wedge his way past the walls Andrew’d constructed to hold his desires at bay. And in another day Andrew would have a chance to see the guy in action at the gym. At least he hoped so. After the way he fled Jeremy and Craig’s he wouldn’t be surprised if Peter backed out. Heaviness settled in his chest. Why should he care? He barely even knew the guy. Even if he’d met him a few times and admired him at Phoenix, there was no good reason why he should care if Peter broke their date. Is that what their meeting at the gym was? A date? Andrew closed his eyes once again. He wondered whether Peter would wear a tee-shirt or a tank. Did he wear sports clothing like Adidas or Nike, or did he simply work out in plain cotton? Did he wear a jock or underwear?  Each question brought new pictures with it and Andrew slid his hand towards his cock, rubbing at the growing bulge. With his palm, he created friction using the rough material covering his skin. His breathing became slightly heavier. Realizing what he was doing, Andrew opened his eyes to find Mr. Beefcake, who’d stood next to him. He’d moved and was now located directly in front of Andrew, his towel slung over his shoulder. Andrew gasped, surprised to see the man standing before him. The giant lowered himself to his knees and reached to unhitch Andrew’s towel. It was as if a light had been switched on. Andrew stood and brushed past the man, exiting the steam room and wincing at the rush of cool air against his skin. Securing the towel on his hips, Andrew scampered to his locker and made quick work of dressing. The whole time, one question screamed inside his head. Why didn’t I let that guy blow me? The man was hotter than hell and looked like he was ready to provide Hoover action on Andrew’s cock. Yet something had recoiled at the idea of letting someone touch him in that empty, purely physical way. 

Meant For Him Blog Tour

Meant For Him Blog Tour
Information and Links Page.

Book Title: Meant For Him
Author: D.H. Starr
Publisher: Ai Press (October 1, 2014)
Book Length: 203 pages
Genre: Gay romance; M/M romance

Book Blurb:

Another hot guy from Greenwich Village is about to meet his match. That is, if he doesn’t mess things up…this time.

After the failure of his relationship with Jeremy, Andrew Jamieson threw himself into a routine his high powered job on Wall Street and workouts. After two years, however, he is unable to quell the longing in his heart for that special someone. Feeling hopeless, Andrew resigns himself to life of work and living alone in his pent house apartment. That is, until he's fixed up with Peter, the local bartender in Jeremy’s favorite watering hole in the East Village. Peter is hot, sweet, sensitive and…masterful. Peter brings out a side of Andrew he never knew he had. And he can’t get enough. However, the same difficulties Andrew had with Jeremy threaten to rear up and ruin his chances with Peter. Will Andrew love Peter enough to let himself have the one guy in the world who could be meant for him?


Author Bio:

D.H. Starr is a product of the 80s who should have grown up in the 60s and wishes he could travel through time to visit the Ancient Romans and Greeks so he could wear togas and be considered in-style. He loves to torment his characters before giving them their happy ending, enjoying the way they struggle and change from beginning to end. On his off-time, he can be found parading naked through the woods, searching for mystical creatures who he swears do exist. Once he finds the portal to their world that will be the last you see of him. His favorite quote comes from the musical Rent, “No day but today” and he loves the song Seasons of Love because its message is so true.

Author Contact Links:

Email: dhstarr@dhstarr.com
Website: www.dhstarr.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/doug.starr.10
Blog: http://www.dhstarr.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/dhstarrontwtr


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