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My God it's Monday

Almost the end of Monday in fact.

There's a contest linked to an upcoming book of mine -- Size Matters.

The contest can be found here.



I saw six movies over the weekend: Three Days to Kill, Terminator 1, 2, 3 and 4, as well as Kick Ass 2. It was a nicely lazy weekend :)

I did have a book come out -- the re-release of Making Your Own Luck. It's currently 35% off over at Amber.

Making Your Own Luck re-released today!

Amber Allure have re-released Making Your Own Luck!



Isaac is the superstitious type, and his Friday the Thirteenth is shaping up to be the worst kind of nightmare. The one good thing it brings him, however, is Rusty, a sexy sculptor who seems perfectly willing to buck Isaac’s trend of bad luck to get to know him better.

Rusty thinks Isaac needs to plan for good luck instead of bad, so he sets out to do what he can to make Isaac’s life better, one day at a time. A series of catastrophic dates can’t deter Rusty from his mission, but can Isaac overcome his disaster-prone ways long enough to take advantage of Rusty’s care?

Currently 35% off at Amber Allure!

Happy Humping Day and new story out!

Happy Humping Day to all!

I have a new story out!

Billy and Montana tie the knot! Or do they?



Marriage is in the air at the Hammer Club! While celebrating Marcus and Jim’s first year anniversary with them, the question of marriage comes up between Billy and Montana.

Montana is less than receptive to the concept, though, surprising Billy. Not willing to leave it alone, Billy digs until he finds out what Montana’s objections are, allowing the long-term couple to reconnect.

Will Billy put a ring on it? Or is marriage just not in the cards for them?

This story is also in the They Do M/M Anthology.

Pick it up here!

There's an excerpt here on the publisher's page.




"Come on, boy. I want you to ride." He grabbed Montana's ass and raised him up.

Montana took his cock, rubbed the tip against the tiny wrinkled hole.

Sliding his hands to Montana's hips, he tugged his boy down. That tiny hole took his cock like a dream, wrapping around the base, Montana's muscles fluttering.

"Oh, fuck. Montana. Pure heaven."

Montana gave him a moment to breathe, then his boy started riding him. Squeezing tight, he dug his fingers into Montana's hips, knowing he was leaving bruises. Tanny kept rubbing against him, sliding against his abs. Here was his pushy boy and he loved it.

"You're not allowed to come unless I say you can."

"No? I can't?" Montana laughed, the sound needy.

"All right, you can, but if you do, you'll be punished."

Tanny nodded. "I understand."

He swatted Montana's ass. "You keep forgetting the 'Master'."

Montana nodded. "I understand, Master. Another, please?"

Beaming at his boy, he swatted Montana's ass again. Tanny moaned, those lips falling open. The sweet ass squeezed around him, working his prick. Using his other hand, he swatted Montana's other ass cheek three times in a row. His boy's face was a study in pleasure.

Alternating hands, he spanked Montana some more and Montana curled down, rested against his shoulder. Billy pressed kisses on the top of Montana's head, thrusting up as hard as he could, letting Montana feel it all.

"Love. Master. Good." The soft words poured out.

He nodded, a moan stealing his voice.

Montana's hair was a caress of his own, petting his skin. He found breath and enough brains to whisper actual words. "Better make it good. Last one for days."

"No fair."

"All's fair in love."

TGIF!

Happy Friday all!

End Game (Chess 5) is now available for download at Totally Bound!



Things are changing again for the foursome. Can they weather these changes as they do everything else—together?

Things are changing again for Bishop, Knight, Rook and Jason. Not only is Jason going back to school, but Knight has bought a cottage on a lake several hours away, and none of them are quite sure what it all means for their family of four.

As Knight loses himself in his art at the cottage and Jason begins the hard work needed to keep up with school, Rook and Bishop call each other often to stay in touch, but it isn’t the same thing as all four of them being together.

Could this be the beginning of two couples and the end of their foursome just when Jason was settling into being a part of this weird but wonderful family? Or will they find a way to make it work just like they have everything else?

You can get the early download here.

Totally Bound has a warning on it for use of sounds and foursomes! Woo!

My God It's Monday

A good Memorial Day to my readers and friends in the States. And extra hugs to those who've lost loved ones in the military.

It's a hot and humid one today. The good thing is that tomorrow will be back to end of spring weather. It should still be two or three weeks before hot and humid is the norm. Frankly, if the humidity takes a hike for the rest of the summer, I won't complain. I know it's not going to happen, but I can still dream.

End Game (Chess 5) is now available for preorder at Totally Bound.



Things are changing again for the foursome. Can they weather these changes as they do everything else—together?

Things are changing again for Bishop, Knight, Rook and Jason. Not only is Jason going back to school, but Knight has bought a cottage on a lake several hours away, and none of them are quite sure what it all means for their family of four.

As Knight loses himself in his art at the cottage and Jason begins the hard work needed to keep up with school, Rook and Bishop call each other often to stay in touch, but it isn’t the same thing as all four of them being together.

Could this be the beginning of two couples and the end of their foursome just when Jason was settling into being a part of this weird but wonderful family? Or will they find a way to make it work just like they have everything else.

Reader Advisory: This book contains use of urethral sounds and foursomes.

Is it bad that the reader advisory makes me laugh wickedly?

Watched a couple of movies this weekend. Including Frequently Asked Questions about Time Travel. Love that one and I've seen it before. It's just the kind of little gem I love, though.

I also watched I, Frankenstein. Or sort of watched it. I kept falling asleep through it and missed big chunks. It wasn't the movie's fault, I was just tired and sitting there in the hot afternoon, and my eyes just sort of went.... closed. The source material for Frankenstein is so wonderful, it's not surprising at all that there's so many adaptations and plays on it. I shall have to attemp the movie again and see if I missed anything while I dozed, or not.

Don't get too hot out there!

The Millionaire's Mistake is now available at ARE!

Is it too late to win back the heart of the man he loves?

When Reid Allen said no to spoiled millionaire Ambrose Walter Simpson five years ago, AW kicked him out on his ass. Now AW is ready to admit he’s thrown away the only man he ever truly loved.

The rich bad boy has learned the value of sticking around when the going gets tough. But is it too late to make amends and win Reid back?

It's now available for download here!




Laughing, AW went to Reid. “How about a hug from me?”

Reid put a hand in the center of AW’s chest. “You’re… What’s wrong? Are you doing some weird twelve-step thing?”

“No. I want you back. I want you on your knees again, begging me to fuck you, calling me ‘sir’. I want you in my life.” He wasn’t playing games this time around and he figured his best bet was to be upfront, right from the start.

“I don’t do that anymore. That’s not in my life. I have sweet, easy love affairs. No kink, no leather, nothing extreme.” Reid met his gaze defiantly.

“Nothing exciting, nothing real,” AW countered.

“I have a life!” Reid poked him in the center of his chest, hard. “I fucking hate you!”

He grabbed Reid’s hand and held on. “I can change that.” No one with this much passion was done. No one. And that one angry sentence told him that he had a chance, that Reid still cared.

He used his hold on Reid’s hand to bring him in and dropped his mouth over Reid’s. The man tasted like coffee and like Reid. Reid jerked, went stiff for a second—long enough that AW considered pulling back—and then one hand wrapped around his head, and Reid dove into the kiss like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

Fuck yes.

AW took Reid’s mouth, put all their years of being apart into it.

“Fucking hate you.” Reid bit his bottom lip.

“I know.” AW could definitely work with that.

He slid his hand along Reid’s body, headed toward that ass to see if it was still as tight as it had been. Reid was in amazing fucking shape, slender and hard, and yes, that ass was like a rock.

Groaning, AW brought their mouths back together again. He was shit at talking and feelings, but this he could do. This he excelled at.

They rocked together, both of them hard as diamonds, both of them biting and moaning. He backed Reid up slowly, aiming to get him up against the nearest wall.

Reid managed to pull a glare up for him. “Not doing this. Go away.”

“Your mouth is saying no, your body is saying fuck me now.”

Someone hadn’t been treating this amazing slut with the attention Reid needed. AW could change that. He could make Reid sing and purr.

Biting at Reid’s lower lip, AW made Reid jerk and push against his body.

God, he wanted to hear Reid beg.

He got them to the wall, his body pushing hard against Reid’s. Then he grabbed Reid’s hands, putting them up over Reid’s head before going in for another kiss.

How many times had he plundered this mouth and tongue-fucked Reid into insanity?

My God It's Monday

Happy Victoria Day to all my fellow Canucks!

We're having an amazingly beautiful one. Lots of sun, not too hot, with some decent breezes. And last week's rain has ensured that everything burst into life. Trees are leafing madly, flowers are bursting open, the grass is all greener... it's fantastic.

This week, I have two books to talk about. The Millionaire's Mistake, which is available for pre-order here, will be available for purchase and download on Tuesday, while Chess: End Game will be available for pre-order on Friday (available for early download in June 6).




I hope everyone has a great week!

Royal Line now available!

Tiger-shifter Grio has one job, locating dormant tiger-shifters and introducing them to the world of Saffron Tigers. When he finds Professor Phoenix Lamoure, he soon discovers that Headquarters got a couple of key points wrong—Phoenix isn’t actually a professor, but he is Saffron Tiger royalty, a member of the lost royal line.

Phoenix didn’t have things easy growing up. His mother spent most of her life in a mental institution, and he spent his formative years in foster care. When a stranger approaches and tries to unearth his family history, Phoenix becomes wary. And when the stranger actually kidnaps him, all bets are off!

Can Phoenix ever believe what Grio has to tell him? Or will he be forever convinced that he’s as crazy as his mother?

It's currently 35% off at the publisher's site!



He’d never met someone he instantly wanted, someone he could simply hump. This man, though? Crazy, kidnapping, weird and fucking hot. And Phoenix wanted him like he’d never wanted anyone else.

Leaning in toward him, Grio moved in for a kiss. Phoenix met the man halfway, one hand wrapping around the back of Grio’s head. Mouth dropping onto his, Grio kissed him. It wasn’t gentle or tentative. It was all male.

He met Grio head on, the kiss going wild almost immediately. Big hands wrapped around his ass, pulling him up against Grio’s solid body. His cock was hard as a diamond, and when their skin touched, he damn near shot.

Grio growled into his mouth and deepened the kiss further. He rumbled back, rocking them together, slamming them together.

Grio backed him up against the wall, humping against him. Their teeth clacked together, the tinge of blood in their kiss. Grio’s hand moved back to his hair, fingers threading through it. The tug made his eyes cross, made his belly clench.

Biting his lower lip, Grio drew more blood. He wrapped one leg around Grio, dragging them together.

“Gonna be in so much trouble for this.” Grio dived back in for another kiss, grinding against him.

Trouble. He turned into a tiger. A royal fucking tiger. What was trouble?

It didn’t matter anyway, Grio’s kisses were making him ache, making him want to crawl into the man. Every touch made him gasp, made him twist and meet Grio halfway. He couldn’t remember ever being so hard.

His hips rolled, his head falling back, banging against the wall. One of Grio’s big hands cradled his head from the wall, but not his ass, which slammed against it again and again. His body shuddered, shaking with pleasure, with pressure. Grio’s other hand wrapped around his cock, both their cocks, pressing them together.

“Yes.” He snarled the word, nodded. “Harder.”

Grio tightened his hold, jacking their pricks. Phoenix nodded and focused on fucking Grio’s lips, stealing his breath.

Needy moans filled his mouth. That was it. Just like that. Come on.

Grio’s thumbnail caught his slit. Fuck. He arched, shooting hard, marking Grio with his scent. Roaring, Grio came as well, more come splashing up over their cocks. They rocked for a minute, their spunk mingling.

SWAK: Sounds now out!

John adores Master Allen and he couldn’t be more excited to finally be invited to Allen’s apartment in town for a chance to ‘prove his submission.’ He doesn’t know what to expect, but he trusts Master Allen, after all, they’ve been together for over a year now.

While the weekend is everything that he could have asked for, an incident with a thug a couple of weeks later leaves John shaken and turning to his Master for strength. Will Allen be there for John? Or is the love and need all one-sided?

Pick it up here.



“You ready to start, boy?”


“Anything.” I just need him to want me.

“Then on your knees.”

It’s how he starts every scene we’ve had together. Me on my knees, worshiping his admittedly magnificent cock.

I kneel down, right there by the door, hands behind my head. He moves slowly, untying his leathers, the laces seeming to take an inordinate amount of time to undo. I know to be relaxed, patient. Steady. He’ll give me what he wants me to have.

Finally, he gets his laces open and he spreads the leather apart. “Come and get me.”

The heavy cock pushes out and I lean forward. He’s far enough away that I have to strain to lap at the tip. He’s silky soft and he smells good. Clean and fresh, all male. He makes me work for it, stretching almost too far, only able to worship the head of his prick.

“More,” he demands.

I lean ever farther, hoping he’ll catch me if I overbalance and impale myself on his cock.

“You know you can come closer, boy.”

Oh. Oh, so we’re not playing this game today. I scoot closer, take him down to the root, sucking hard and making him feel it.

“Fuck.”

It isn’t often that I get such immediate and heartfelt feedback and it makes me work all that much harder.

His hands drop into my hair, but he doesn’t pull, doesn’t hold or direct me with them. It feels like it’s for the connection. I close my eyes and worship him, give him all the pleasure and desire I have. The love. I’ve never told him, but I suspect he knows that I adore him, need him. All the way to my soul.

“That’s it, boy. You know what I like.”

I nod, take him even deeper, and let him fill my throat.

“John. Yes.” He’s close. I can feel his prick swelling even harder in my mouth.

I swallow, over and over, demanding that he let me have him, that he takes me. His hands tighten on my head and he thrusts a half dozen times before spilling down my throat. I suck hard, and drink him down, pulling fiercely.

This amazing moan comes from him, sending a happy shiver along my spine. It sends pleasure through me, knowing that I made him come.

His hold relaxes, and he runs his fingers through my hair. It tugs a little, and the tiny sting goes right to my balls. He pulls harder, bringing my head back as he bends, taking my mouth. I open wide, sharing his flavor, tongue sliding against his.

He sucks on my tongue and devours me like he hasn’t eaten in days, weeks. I finally push up to standing, hands sliding over his shoulders.

“Eager boy.” His arms wrap around my waist, dragging me in closer.

“Yes, Master. Always need you.”

When Monday suddenly becomes Tuesday... a post in lieu of My God It's Monday

So last week was a wash. A total wash. I came down with the cold from hell and it held me in its grasp for like 8 or 9 days. Not only was it an every possible symptom you can get with a cold cold, but even sitting at the computer for any length of time (and we're talking like ten, twenty minutes here) was utterly exhausting. I do seem to be on the mend now -- although I said that on Wednesday last week only to discover the exhaustion thing just wasn't going away... However, yesterday I knew for sure I had turned a corner and today I feel a lot better. I just have a few sniffles and I'm still coughing.

Weather has been gorgeous, and I missed enjoying it all last week. Then this week is going to be pretty much rainy -- just in time for me feeling better. That's okay, though, because I like the rainy grey days :)

I've got a bunch of stories to go through and submit. I've got edits to complete and return, and I've got paperwork to hand in for cover art etc. There's nothing like a week of doing almost nothing to make you feel behind!

I'm participating in the Staying at Home party over at TRS this week -- I started things off with a contest, so check it out.

Tomorrow, my fifth Sealed With a Kink story is coming out!



John adores Master Allen and he couldn’t be more excited to finally be invited to Allen’s apartment in town for a chance to ‘prove his submission.’ He doesn’t know what to expect, but he trusts Master Allen, after all, they’ve been together for over a year now.

While the weekend is everything that he could have asked for, an incident with a thug a couple of weeks later leaves John shaken and turning to his Master for strength. Will Allen be there for John? Or is the love and need all one-sided?

Look for it at Resplendence tomorrow.

Happy Tuesday everyone!