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August 22, 2014
Coming next week!
Finn never dreamed he’d have a mate of his own, especially not one found at the Kennel Klub, where spankings are optional and encouraged. This young werewolf is a fish out of water suddenly thrown in the deep end.
Cort is immediately drawn to Finn, but it is clear they’re very different men. A chance meeting leads to a lust they can’t ignore, but soon Finn leaves with his packmates.
Cort is ready to do whatever it takes to find Finn again. Once he does, he’ll have to work hard to convince Finn that they belong together.
It'll be available on at Ellora's Cave on August 27
TGIF everyone!
August 17, 2014
Working to Win now out!
Together for more than six years, lovers Jason and Bryan rarely see each other anymore. Their jobs are running them ragged and keeping them apart. It’s gotten so they barely even communicate.
But a trip to a winter cabin for a long weekend, a last-ditch effort to rekindle their romance, reveals a side to the two men the other never knew existed, and their weekend suddenly includes power-play games.
Is this new aspect of their relationship doomed to fail, or will it help them find what they both need to make their lives work again?
It's available here at 35% off!
There's a sample on the publisher's page.
Who’d told? Peter? Jack? Mangus had passed away years ago, the big Top wasting away from Lou Gherig’s, so it couldn’t have been him. God. Jason had to be so pissed… That was a huge fact for him to withhold.
Jason half carried, half dragged him to the bed, pushing him down onto it before bending to take off his shoes, pull off his pants.
“What do you want?” The man was going to leave him after this weekend anyway. Bryan knew it. Now he knew why.
“To nap with you. To wake up next to you.”
Bryan was never going to be able to sleep now. Never.
Jason grinned, like he knew. Grabbing his hands, Jason pulled them up over his head and tied them to the headboard. “You need an orgasm to get to sleep, babe?”
“I…” He was so confused.
Jason didn’t seem angry.
Jason’s hand slipped around his cock, moving slowly. His lover’s dark blue eyes were hot, intense, staring right into him. He didn’t know what to say, what to do except feel. Jason’s hand just kept stroking, moving over his cock, thumb teasing the slit.
“Are you… Can you tell me you still care about me, man?” He couldn’t do this if all he Jason wanted was a warm body.
Jason stopped and leaned up so they were face to face, the solid body pressing him into the mattress. “I love you, Bryan. I came here with you looking for a way to make things work between us. I’m praying I just have.”
He didn’t know what to say, so he pressed their lips together. It hurt his soul that he didn’t remember what Jason tasted like. He’d forgotten the sweetness of Jason’s mouth, the way Jason tasted like no one ever had. Jason moaned, hand sliding around to cup his head, tilt him.
The kiss went on until he was breathless, then Jason rested their foreheads together. “Well? Are you gonna say it back?”
“I’ve loved you for years.” He just didn’t know if that was enough.
“So have I. Dork.” Then Jason kissed him again, hand moving on his prick once more.
Bryan closed his eyes, unsure that he could handle this. Jason’s thumb worked his slit, fingernail pressing enough to give him a small bite of pain. His toes curled and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.
“Orgasm, babe,” Jason demanded. “I want yours.”
Damn it. God, Bryan ached.
Jason kept tugging, working his tip, demanding his come. There wasn’t any lube but his pre-come, and the friction was maddening.
“So stubborn,” muttered Jason, tugging even harder.
“Am not. I’m tired.”
“So shoot. It’ll put you right to sleep.” The touch came again, pushing hard, stinging, and Jason nudged his sac with one thigh, hard. “I said come, boy.”
His eyes flew open and all he saw was Jason as spunk sprayed from him.
August 14, 2014
Guest post -- Charlie Cochet book cover reveal!
A Rose by Any Other Name
by Charlie Cochet
Genre: M/M historical romance, 1920s
Length: Novel, 270 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Blurb
Nights in the roaring city remind bright young things that life’s too short to take for granted. Tucked away in Times Square hides the Pantheon: a secret cabaret for wealthy gay men. Pretty young men in elaborate costumes and rouged lips are eager to please, and the champagne flows all night long. It’s a world of frivolity, fantasy, and debauchery. As Eros, the most sought after performer at the Pantheon, Julius uses his beauty and charm on enthusiastic patrons, but growing weary of superficial love, he longs to make a better life for himself.
Five years after being declared mentally unfit after surviving the trenches of No Man’s Land, Edward Joseph Clarence Junior pieced his shattered life back together. Now he’s ready to take on the family empire. To celebrate his thirtieth birthday, Edward’s cousin takes him to the most posh nightclub in town, the Pantheon. Falling under the sway of Eros, Edward and Julius find a love they’ve never imagined and the chance for a future they had only dared to dream about. But as Ares, a notorious gangster and Julius’s most important—and dangerous— client watches them, the threat to their love and their lives grows by the day.
Pre-order from Dreamspinner Press in eBook and Paperback
Available September 12th, 2014
Excerpt
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you two for—” Eros stopped in his tracks and stared at Edward. “You’re here. Again.”
Edward stood and took Eros’s hand, giving it a kiss. “I thought maybe after the second or third night you would have believed me.” The young man looked absolutely stunning as always, the gold cloth wrapped low on his slim hips working a now familiar magic.
Eros wasted no time in removing his hand from Edward’s grasp. “What reason do I have to believe someone who broke into my dressing room and then lied to me about who he was?”
Well, this was certainly news to him. “I said I was an executive for Clarence and Company Department Stores, which I am.”
Eros leaned toward him, his voice lowered. “You seemed to have conveniently left out the tiny detail concerning you also being heir to the Clarence and Company multimillion dollar fortune.”
“Does it matter?” It wasn’t as though Edward wished to go about advertising his wealth, but he wouldn’t have thought Eros had any reason to be discreet about it.
“Does it—?” Eros shook his head and let out a humorless laugh. “I don’t have time for this.”
Perhaps it was time for Edward to get to the heart of the matter and the reason why Eros was doing his best to avoid Edward to the point of being brazen with him when every chorus boy, cupid, and Ancient Greek deity seemed to be in a constant state of frenzy each night in the hopes of roping themselves a wealthy patron.
“Have I done something to offend you?” Edward took hold of Eros’s hand again, refusing to let it go. After the second tug, Eros let out a sigh and left his hand in Edward’s grip. Eros was absolutely enchanting, even when he was irritated.
“No, nothing. I apologize.”
Then it struck him. How could he not have seen it? He’d been looking at this all wrong. The thought had Edward smiling from ear to ear. “It’s not me you’re upset with, is it? You’re upset with yourself.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Eros scoffed. “I happen to be quite fond of myself.”
“You were hoping I’d be here.”
Eros tugged at his hand again. “Well, aren’t we sure of ourselves. For Pete’s sake, would you let go of my hand?”
“You’ve been curious about me since we met. Only now you know the extent of my wealth, you feel threatened. You believe I’ll be no better than the others, wanting nothing more from you than what I pay for, and it’s disappointed you.”
Eros narrowed his eyes at him, at which point Edward promptly let go of his hand. For a love God, Eros certainly had one hell of a murderous glare. Edward was pushing his luck, but he went with his gut feeling.
“Edward, if I felt threatened by a man’s wealth, I would hardly be in this line of work. It’s quite the opposite, in fact. I feel empowered.”
Eros closed the distance between them and ran his hands slowly up Edward’s chest, over his shoulders, and down his back, smiling triumphantly when Edward gave a start at the feel of Eros’s fingers digging into his backside.
“You see, you may have wealth, but I have the power to take it away.”
Eros gave a low, sultry moan before running his tongue over his bottom lip. Pressing himself against Edward, one hand discreetly moved around the front to grip Edward through his trousers. Edward shut his eyes, willing himself to breathe.
“I can feel how hard you’re getting, Edward. Don’t play games with me, or I will make you wish you never set foot in here. Do you think I haven’t come across men like you before?”
His hand slowly started to stroke Edward through his trousers.
“Jesus,” Edward breathed, his hands going to Eros’s shoulders. He had to put a stop to this madness. It was clear Eros was willing to take this as far as he needed to in order to get his point across, and Edward was foolish enough to stand here and let him.
“Honey-sweet words mean little to me, Edward. Do you know how many men have offered to whisk me away from my filthy, devious life? Put me up in some Fifth Avenue penthouse, pay me an allowance, and give me anything I wish for? Do you want to make me your personal whore?”
Edward gently pushed Eros away, drawing a look of surprise from him. “Enough. I neither believe so little of you nor of myself. I won’t have my character insulted. If you have the power to take my wealth as you say you do, why didn’t you take it? You saw how eager I was, yet you continually push me away.”
“You turned him away?” Pothos asked, gaping at Eros.
“Of course not.” Eros lifted his chin defiantly and took a step back. “He stated he would make an arrangement with Aphrodite, and I didn’t object.”
“Only after I refused to leave,” Edward reminded him. “You had ample opportunity to take what you wanted from me, yet all you wanted was for me to leave. Why? What are you afraid of?”
Eros rolled his eyes. “Being bored to death. Honestly, why aren’t you doing Vaudeville with your act? I choose my clients, Edward, and I didn’t choose you. Your bruised ego will simply have to get over it. Now if you will excuse me.”
“Why haven’t you told anyone else who I am? Do you refuse to share me, or are you protecting me?” Edward held back a smile when Eros spun around and marched back to poke him in the chest.
“You seem to have developed this ridiculous notion I care about what you do, Edward. I haven’t spoken of it to anyone as it’s not my place to do so. I pride myself on my discretion and integrity. However, if you wish to announce your wealth to the whole damned club, be my guest! And you’re right; you aren’t like the others, because no one is as infuriating as you are!”
Eros threw his arms up in frustration and stormed off.
“Did I mention you look stunning when you’re angry?” Edward called after him.
Eros grabbed a champagne glass off a passing waiter’s tray and hurled it at Edward. “Go fly a kite!”
With a laugh, Edward managed to jump out of the way in the nick of time, the glass shattering on the floor where he’d been standing. By the time he looked up, Eros was nowhere in sight.
“I think he likes me.”
Giveaway
About the author
Charlie Cochet is an author by day and artist by night. Always quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach when following her passion. From Historical to Fantasy, Contemporary to Science Fiction, there’s bound to be plenty of mischief for her heroes to find themselves in, and plenty of romance, too!
Currently residing in South Florida, Charlie looks forward to migrating to a land where the weather includes seasons other than hot, hotter, and boy, it’s hot! When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.
August 6, 2014
New book,reprint and free read, oh my!
I'm most excited about the new book, so I'll start with that.
Something terrible happened to Mike, and he’s been living in the attic of Devin and Barney’s house ever since. He’s shy, he’s scared and he cuts. Paul and Jeff do what they can to make sure his razors stay clean and that he’s fed, but they’re both worried that it’s not enough.
When Barney’s friend, police officer Angus, attends a summer party at the house, he catches sight of Mike in the shadows and is immediately drawn to the young man. Mike is clearly in need of help and that’s what Angus does best.
Will Mike let Angus in? And if he does, is there anything Angus can do to help Mike out of the nightmares of his past?
Making Repairs follows the first two Box of Nails books -- This Old House and This Young Stud -- and can be found here. It can be read as a stand alone, but I think reading the other two first, enhances the experience of Making Repairs.
My short stories in the Hammer series are being collected into two different anthologies. One will contain the stories featuring characters from the novels. It's coming out later this fall. This one features characters who don't have novels, so all the stories can be read as stand alones.
Five different men each meet their match in these stand alone Hammer Club short stories from Sean Michael.
From shy men new to the lifestyle, to those in the know who are actively seeking it out, from first times, to one more time, these stories are sure to delight.
Stories included are: The Lion Tamer, Sweet Cherry, A is for Andy, The Favor and So Happy Together.
All stories previously published by Torquere Press.
This anthology puts these five previously published stories together in one place. You can get it here.
My story in this free read is a fun short featuring Tanny and Jim (and their masters).
What happens when a bunch of authors at a convention see a sign on the pier in Savannah that reads, “Please Don’t Feed the Alligators?”
Well, we found out at Authors After Dark in 2013 that such a sign can evoke strong images for a lot of people. BA Tortuga, Kiernan Kelly and I wanted to do an anthology, but we just didn’t have the time to write long stories. So we asked the great authors at Torquere Press Inc. to write us some flash fiction so we could use the theme.
Everyone came up with something wonderful, and I personally want to thank all the amazing authors who donated their time to this free read!
We hope you love the stories, too, but be careful around that pier in Savannah.
XXOO
Julia Talbot
Pick it up for FREE here.
August 5, 2014
Changeling is back
You can use the code SmokinHotChangeling to get 15% off your order (good through Saturday).
Untried and virginal, Joel still knows that he's looking to be pushed. He wants to give up control, but he wants to fight it as well. Auctioning himself up for six months of no holds barred subbing is the only solution he can come up with to getting what he wants.
Master Brent is immediately taken with Joel and makes sure he's the top bidder. He believes he's the only man for the job of giving Joel the experience of a lifetime. Can he be exactly what Joel wants? Or will Master Brent actually give Joel what he needs?
Available here!
August 3, 2014
Blue Collar is out!
Kendall Webber is deep in the closet. Between working as a mechanic in a garage, having served in the army during the era of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, and being raised by a fundamentalist-preacher stepfather who sent him to summer camps to make him straight, he’s learned to hide his sexuality from absolutely everyone.
Still, when a tall, dark, and handsome stud named Barton Willis III roars into the garage in his vintage Mustang, Kendall can’t help but look admiringly and longingly at the man, just a little. And when the flirtatious Barton not only looks back but eagerly invites him to explore his hidden desires, Kendall’s whole world is turned upside-down.
Now, the question remains...can Barton help Kendall let go of the past and the attitudes he’s had, literally, beaten into him?
Currently at 35% off at the publisher's site!
There's an excerpt on the publisher's page --
Bar went back to the window seat, settling in it and resting his head against the wall as he watched the sparrows fight over a branch. He wasn’t really paying attention—most of his focus was on the man in his shower.
God, Kendall was a stud. Bar wanted to bend him over and fuck him blind. Then he wanted to turn Kendall every which way but loose. He’d bet his left nut that Kendall was in there jacking off, and he wondered what the delicious man had thought of his little wet dildo collection.
How would Kendall look, hole filled, water seeping into him? What a delicious punishment for a naughty boy. Bar groaned, palm rubbing his aching prick. Did he have time to jack off before Kendall was done with his shower? Did he care? He wanted that stacked little body kneeling in front of him, bound and needy, sucking his prick.
Fuck it, he was doing this. He opened his slacks, grabbing his dick. He could fuck that hungry little mouth, push deep, make Kendall scream with pleasure. Groaning, he moved his hand faster.
He could hear Kendall, moving around the bathroom, the water going off. He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be done before Kendall came out of the bathroom. That just made him ache, made him harder.
It was three floors up—if Kendall ran when he saw Barton jacking off, Barton was pretty sure he could catch the man.
He stroked faster, imagining Kendall watching, imaging Kendall begging to touch, to suck. Whip marks. Gags. His string of fat, metal beads disappearing into that tiny hungry hole. His balls drew up against his body at that last thought—he hadn’t been this turned on in a long time.
“Do you want the towels in the hamper?”
With a muttered “Fuck,” he came, spunk pouring up over his fingers.
“Barton? Did you…” Kendall came across the room in a T-shirt and jeans, suddenly stopping short. “Oh.”
Barton didn’t blush—there was nothing to be embarrassed about, though he relished the look on Kendall’s face. “The hamper is fine.” His voice was still thick from his orgasm.
Kendall nodded and disappeared back into the bathroom, the door closing with a click. Barton pouted, a little disappointed that Kendall had run.
It took about five minutes before Kendall dared to open the door again and peek out. Barton gave the man a smile. He was zipped up again, his hands cleaned on some tissue that he’d tossed into the discreet garbage can by the bed.
“What kind of food do you like?” He wasn’t letting Kendall go, but he was willing to back off long enough for them to get to know each other a little better and to fill their bellies.
“I’m easy. I don’t… I know you’re busy.”
“Am I?” He wasn’t really. He had the evening to himself.
“I’m sure.” Kendall looked like he wished he could just disappear.
He shook his head. “I’m not, but if I am, it’s with you.” Getting up, he went to Kendall, touched the man’s shoulder. “Relax. What happens here, stays here. Just like Vegas.”
“I…I didn’t mean to interrupt you earlier.”
“I didn’t mind, Ken. Hell, you could have joined me, giving me a hand.” He winked, letting Ken keep it light if that’s what the man needed.
July 31, 2014
Shibari Auction House: Joel now out!
Untried and virginal, Joel still knows that he's looking to be pushed. He wants to give up control, but he wants to fight it as well. Auctioning himself up for six months of no holds barred subbing is the only solution he can come up with to getting what he wants.
Master Brent is immediately taken with Joel and makes sure he's the top bidder. He believes he's the only man for the job of giving Joel the experience of a lifetime. Can he be exactly what Joel wants? Or will Master Brent actually give Joel what he needs?
It's available here.
There's an excerpt on the publisher's page here.
Joel tugged ineffectually at the bonds again, cock slapping his belly.
“Pull all you want -- they’re quite solid.” And he would, in fact, enjoy watching Joel struggle.
Brent filled the sink with hot water and dunked one of the facecloths, began wetting Joel’s pubes. Done, he trimmed with the electric shaver first, buzzing away the pubes until all that was left was close to the skin.
He was impressed that Joel didn’t flinch from the shaver. That trust was delicious.
Finally, the mass of heavy curls was mowed down. “Oh, better. Already you look more like my boy.”
Joel didn’t respond, so Brent grabbed the shaving cream and sprayed it all around Joel’s cock. He knew the camphor would make Joel’s skin tingle, burn.
Then Brent set to work using the razor to shave the rest of the hair off. He took his sweet time, dragging the razor over the skin, making Joel feel every hair that was stripped away. When he was done, he changed out the razor blade and began to shave the sweet balls.
Joel’s balls drew up tight, and Brent tugged them down in their sac. “No coming without permission, boy,” he warned. The punishment for that would be intense, just as Joel needed. “There will be punishments for every disobedience.”
He finished with Joel’s balls and wet the cloth, cleaning any remaining shaving cream away and examining his handiwork. Perfect. Bare naked. Exposed.
“Let me just get your hole while I’ve got you spread and open.” He pushed Joel’s legs a little farther apart and made short work swiping off the hairs there.
Joel’s skin was pink, flushed, chest moving like a bellows.
“You’re doing well, boy.” While he was unforgiving in his punishments, he also believed in praise when it was due.
“Thank you, Sir.”
July 30, 2014
Little Square of Cloth out!
When Peter is unexpectedly thrust into a bdsm club with a black hankie in his right back pocket, he has no idea that he’s signaling being a hard core sub who is up for anything. Lucky for him, Master Rupert takes one look and falls for the unwitting sub and takes Peter under his wing, in more ways than one.
Can a rescue at a club turn into so much more?
It's available as a stand alone story.
Or you can pick it up in the anthology along with six other fabulous stories.
There's a sample here on the publisher's page.
"I can smell you," murmured Rupert, hand moving up his thigh toward his cock.
"Oh, God. I'm sorry. I showered. I did."
"Oh, baby, that wasn't a complaint. Just the opposite." Rupert's hand reached the very firm bulge in his jeans, long fingers stroking him through the material.
His eyes went wide and he cried out. "Oh, please. I'll embarrass myself."
Rupert's hand stilled. "There's are back rooms where we could... relieve the pressure."
"Back room?" Those were real too? Peter was going to short right out.
"Somewhere a little more private, hmm?" Rupert's smile was so warm.
"Yes...yes, Sir." This was probably a terrible idea, but he was so tempted.
Standing, Rupert shielded him from the rest of the bar and held out a hand to him. He took it and Rupert led him, but it was hard to walk, his cock was full and aching. Rupert kept him moving, though, and they went through a door a few booths down from where they were. It was quieter back here, a long corridor with several doors.
"I... I always expect bars to be dirty in the back." Not just kinky bars, but all bars, really.
"Some of them might be. This one isn't." Opening one of the doors, Rupert checked first, then drew him in.
It wasn't terrifying. It was a simple room. Just a room. The light was low, and Rupert turned it even lower, moving them to the wide couch sitting against one of the side walls. There wasn’t much other furniture in the place. A bench, a table, the couch they were standing beside.
It was intimate, quiet, and Peter stared at Rupert. The man was muscled, broad shouldered, wearing a tight t-shirt and leather pants. A wet dream made flesh.
July 28, 2014
My God It's Monday, cover edition
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