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ARe Labor Day promotional rebate 9/5 - 9/7

Hey everyone! ARe is having a rebate starting on the 5th! Here is a list of my books at ARe. Hehehehe, gonna make a dent in my paypal account. ;)

~M

Nighttime Wishes pre-order link and other news

Hey all!

Thursdays is usually my day to post the blog story, but I have nothing ready lol. Kiddo's college started back this week, and she was here all day Monday. I also had a doctors appointment with the hematologist Tuesday, so I got nothing done that day lol. The good news is my iron levels were perfect. :)  I go back in three months for another appointment.

So, I'm not really sure what blog story I'm going to start next. I'm working on It Takes Two to Tango for DsP, and I have another story I'm working on for All Romance. The one for ARe I can't put up. :(



In other news LOL… Nighttime Wishes is up for preorder at ARe. Y'all may remember this was originally put out our Romance First a couple years ago. All Romance is re-releasing the book. The release date is September 1. Book 2, which is a combination of Nighttime Promises and Nighttime Dreams, will come out November 1.

Here's the link: Nighttime Wishes




NOTE: This is a previously published work.



When you wish upon a star... it comes true in ways you never expected.


Make A Wish, Book 1

Blurb: Ziang, a tentacled warrior from the planet Maz’Rar, has come to Earth to claim his most precious prize and start a new life. When an unforeseen accident results in a crash landing, his plan for a quick removal of the human Shawn lays in a twisted ruin at his feet, much like his shuttlecraft. If that isn’t enough, the FBI is sniffing around.

Confronted by the very same alien who observed him since he wished on a shooting star as a child, Shawn finds his initial inability to communicate with Ziang leads to misunderstanding and fear. Forced to hide until rescue arrives, tensions mount. Shawn learns of Ziang’s intentions of taking him as a mate. Ziang, on the other hand, is completely befuddled at Shawn’s less than stellar response to said taking.

As they wait, a spark ignites. Turns out humans and Maz’Rarians are very compatible - tentacles and all. Shawn falls for the big alien he jokingly calls E.T. Now he must decide if he’s willing to throw away all he knows to travel the stars with Ziang.


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At the end of October, Behind the Eight Ball will be released from DsP. That's the next book in the Fur, Feline, and Fangs series.

Sometime in early December, A Tah'Narian Christmas will also be released. As some of you might remember, this story was the one that won me the Christmas contest at the Literotica several years ago. So that's what I have planned from now until the end of the year! :)

~M

Pride Promotions presents Rattlesnake by Kim Fielding and a giveaway!

Author Name: Kim Fielding
Book Name: Rattlesnake
Release Date: August 31, 2015
Blurb:
A drifter since his teens, Jimmy Dorsett has no home and no hope. What he does have is a duffel bag, a lot of stories, and a junker car. Then one cold desert night he picks up a hitchhiker and ends up with something more: a letter from a dying man to the son he hasn’t seen in years.
On a quest to deliver the letter, Jimmy travels to Rattlesnake, a small town nestled in the foothills of the California Sierras. The centerpiece of the town is the Rattlesnake Inn, where the bartender is handsome former cowboy Shane Little. Sparks fly, and when Jimmy’s car gives up the ghost, Shane gets him a job as handyman at the inn.
Both within the community of Rattlesnake and in Shane’s arms, Jimmy finds an unaccustomed peace. But it can’t be a lasting thing. The open road continues to call, and surely Shane—a strong, proud man with a painful past and a difficult present—deserves better than a lying vagabond who can’t stay put for long.
Pages or Words: Approximately 80,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Romance, Western/Cowboy


Excerpt:Their waitress appeared beside the table. “Anything else?” she asked Jimmy.He didn’t want to go just yet. But his belly was full, and any further conversation with Shane was probably going to frustrate him. Already Jimmy wanted to reach across the table and touch Shane’s hair, maybe run a finger across his scars. “Just the check. Thanks.”“Mine too,” Shane said, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. As soon as she took their plates away, he leaned forward. “You don’t have to go, do you? I mean, you’re not, um, on the run from the law, are you?”That made Jimmy laugh. “I’ve done some stupid shit, but never bad enough to make me a fugitive.”“If I Google you, I won’t find you on the Ten Most Wanted list?”“Afraid not.”“So.” Shane traced his finger through a bit of spilled sugar on the tabletop, worrying at his lip and not meeting Jimmy’s gaze. He finally looked up again. “So you could stick around here for a while. If you had a place to stay and a job.”God damn it! You don’t hope. You don’t want. That only leads to destruction. But Jimmy felt himself nod. “I could. For a short time.”

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About the author:Kim Fielding is the bestselling author of numerous m/m romance novels, novellas, and short stories. Like Kim herself, her work is eclectic, spanning genres such as contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and historical. Her stories are set in alternate worlds, in 15th century Bosnia, in modern-day Oregon. Her heroes are hipster architect werewolves, housekeepers, maimed giants, and conflicted graduate students. They’re usually flawed, they often encounter terrible obstacles, but they always find love.
After having migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States, Kim calls the boring part of California home. She lives there with her husband, her two daughters, and her day job as a university professor, but escapes as often as possible via car, train, plane, or boat. This may explain why her characters often seem to be in transit as well. She dreams of traveling and writing full-time.

Where to find the author:
Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/KFieldingWritesTwitter: @KFieldingWritesBlog: www.kfieldingwrites.comGoodreads Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26009668-rattlesnake?from_search=true&search_version=service
Goodreads Author link: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4105707.Kim_Fielding


Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase


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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Kim Fielding, author of Rattlesnake.
Hi Kim, thank you for agreeing to this interview! Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.


~Character interview with Shane Little~
 What do you find attractive in a man?
I like a guy with substance, you know? Flashy doesn’t impress me. I want a guy who I can have a real talk with, one who doesn’t mind spending some time sitting somewhere quiet and watching a river flow. Don’t want someone who dresses fancy or treats me like I’m damaged, just because I got banged up some.
The physical stuff? Not as important. ’Cause when you get to know someone really well, when you take the time to really look at him, that’s when you notice that his brown eyes are the exact color of madrone bark, and his hair’s real soft, and he always treats people politely, even when they’re not being nice to him.
Okay, and I’ve also got a weakness for a nice ass. You should see Jimmy in a pair of chaps and nothing else.


The first thing that went through your head when you saw Jimmy?
Well, I thought he was pretty nice-looking, ’cause he is. But mostly I thought he was interesting. He came into my bar at the Rattlesnake Inn and sat down on a stool. I could tell he had some rough living in him—he was carrying this beat-up old duffel bag. And then he just sat there, sipping coffee, acting like he really wanted to listen to my stories about the inn’s history. Looking like he had a whole lot of stories of his own.
I like it here in Rattlesnake, but before Jimmy I never had much interesting in my life. He drew me right on in.


Do you think you’ll insist the author visits you again?
I don’t know about that. But I can tell you something—this town ain’t big, but it’s full of tales. Over 150 years’ worth of ’em. I dunno whether Kim’s gonna want to write about me and Jimmy again, but if she comes back here, I’m gonna have a lot to tell her about other folks. Like for instance, back in Gold Rush days there was this one fella who came out here from New York to be a miner. He never did strike gold, but he met this other guy, a land surveyor, and… and I’ll save that one for Kim. 


Before you met Jimmy, what was your ideal man?
There was Jesse, but… that was a long time ago. I gotta tell you, the pickings are kind of slim here. It’s a small town. I guess what I was looking for was a guy who doesn’t want to save me or fix me or whatever. Don’t want to be anyone’s project, and I already got a bunch of relatives who fuss over me way too much. My ideal man is strong and honest and not afraid of hard work.  But he’s not too perfect either. I’d really like it if he relied on me some of the time.


You’re going out for dinner. What’s your favorite food?
Since I work nights at the Inn, I usually just eat a sandwich or something else quick for dinner. My big meal of the day—my favorite meal—is breakfast. And that means Mae’s Café, just across the street from the Inn. My favorite is French toast with Mae’s homemade blueberry topping. I have that every Friday. Wednesdays are kinda depressing, though, because that means it’s healthy oatmeal day.

Pride Promotions presents Overly Dramatic by Rebecca Cohen and a giveaway!

Author Name: Rebecca Cohen
Book Name: Overly Dramatic
Series: Treading the Boards
Book: One
Release Date: August 19, 2015


Blurb:
Andy Marshall moves to London looking for a fresh start after breaking up with his long-term boyfriend. To stave off boredom from his day job as an accountant and to meet new people, Andy joins a local amateur dramatics society called the Sarky Players based in Greenwich, South London. Despite his best efforts to avoid it, Andy is cast as one of the leads in a truly dreadful play called Whoops, Vicar, There Goes My Trousers, written by a local playwright.
The play might be bad, but the Sarky Players are a friendly bunch. Andy quickly makes new friends and finds himself attracted to Phil Cormack, a local artist helping with the props. But life doesn’t run to a script, so Andy and Phil will have to work hard to improvise their own happy ending.

Pages or Words: 120 pages, 40k words
Categories: Contemporary, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance

Excerpt:The handout turned out to be a few pages of the play stapled together. Andy had expected the script for Cold Comfort Farm—this definitely wasn’t that.“Er, Derek, have you given us the right play? This says it’s from Whoops, Vicar, There Goes My Trousers.”“You old dog, Derek,” said Ryan with a guffaw. “You’ve lured in this poor man on the promise of a proper play.”“It is a proper play, Ryan. Just because it was written by a local doesn’t make it any less credible.”Dear God, what had he gotten himself into? He quickly checked the flyer and saw for the first time that the date for Cold Comfort Farm audition was the year before. Derek must’ve used the flyer to scribble down the audition times, but whether he’d deliberately meant to mislead Andy was another matter. Andy skimmed through the partial script. Instead of the gentle comedy based around a young woman who arrived in an airplane and something nasty in the woodshed, he had a 1920s farce involving a runaway goat, a vicar, and a large quantity of stolen French brandy. And that was just the scene in front of him.





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About the author:Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.

Where to find the author:Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/rebecca.cohen.710Twitter:  http://twitter.com/R_Cohen_writesBlog: http://rebeccacohenwrites.wordpress.com/ 

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Book http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25934191-overly-dramaticAuthor: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4515613.Rebecca_Cohen
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond


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Rest of In Enemy Hands

Rest of In Enemy Hands
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Several unit hours, and a pitcher of water for Varo’s parched throat later, Varo was to the part where he escaped.
“Maylar helped me to the shuttle and programmed the coordinates for Yesri space. Well, that’s the truth. He told me that it was a shuttle in for repairs. That was why it wasn’t missed immediately.”
“How did you get through their grid the second time?”
“I’m not exactly sure,” Varo said. “I didn’t exactly have time to ask, and frankly I didn’t care. Maylar programmed a code into the shuttle’s control panel. I’m not sure who it belonged to, but he said it was someone high-ranking. I’m also not sure how he kept me off their radar, but he managed. As I got to the grid, a portal opened. Out I went. As soon as I did, I went to warp.”
“Who is this Maylar?”
“ An ass. He’s part of the A’moor. They’re a group of males and females who make a living by volunteering their services to other Helkans who need to… feed.”
“So the rumors they drink blood are true. They have those who…?” King Drea asked.
“Basically let other Helkans feed from them. The A’moor provides a service and are paid.”
“And what other services do they provide? Sexual services too?”
“More often than not, yes.”
“Ah, We see. They’re blood whores.”
“Actually, Sire, they’re actually held in high regard.”
“You would argue with Us?” King Drea demanded.
“No, of course not.” Varo inclined his head to show submission. Had his father’s temper always been so short? “I’m just telling you how the Helkans regard them, that’s all.”
“The Helkans are little more than animas,” King Drea sneered. “We say the A’moor are blood whores, so thus they are. Now, how did you meet this Maylar?”
“As I told you, I was captured by the one called Adlar—”
“Their king’s brother, yes?”
“Yes, Sire. Maylar feeds Adlar. Because Adlar is the king’s brother, he’s required to use only those vetted by his king. He has two males and a female he called upon when he needed to feed. As I said, Maylar was one of those. We became friends. And…” Now look him in the eye and lie, lie, lie.
“And? Now is not the time to be coy, Varo.”
“This is hard, father. Adlar was… abusive. He slapped a slave collar on me, and believe me, he activated it often. He starved me. He denied me water. He locked me on a dark room. Unfortunately, he didn’t leave me there. I fought him, but he finally managed to break me. The pain that collar cause was indescribable.”
King Drea snorted. “We always knew you were the weak one.”
“Yes, Sire. > Frack you.Once I stopped fighting, he started raping me. He then… starting feeding from me. If I resisted, he activated the collar. I often passed out from the pain of the rape and blood loss. When I woke, I’d be bloody and bruised. Maylar was often there, and he helped… clean up.”
My the gods forgive me. The lies choked him, but the king was eating it up. The manic gleam in his eye scared Varo. How had he never noticed this? His father was getting off on his pain.
“We wish to know if you let the whore fuck you.”
Varo reared back> You’d think I wouldn’t want anyone fucking me if I’d been raped. What is wrong with him?“Of course not. Adlar would’ve killed Maylar.”
“That still doesn’t explain why this Maylar helped you.”
“Adlar had a female feeder, remember? The female was Maylar’s sister. Adlar abused her too. The male is a sadist. Maylar knew what was being done to me and tried to help. Especially after Adlar killed Maylar’s sister. Maylar told me this.”
“How?”
Varo swallowed his disgust as he made up a story. He worried this little tale wouldn’t stand up, but the king was buying it. He was obsessed with the pain and gore, so Varo gave him what he wanted.
Most with half a brain in their head would’ve questioned things more, but the king considered Varo too weak to try and fool him. Plus the king was enjoying the story entirely too much. It was disturbing how he hung every word of Varo’s pain and humiliation.
As Varo told his story, he noticed the king’s dilated pupils and flushed face. Was he… aroused? Gods. Varo took a long breathe as he tried to see if there was anything…. Yes. He smelled the faint sweet hint of faylay.
It was a greenish-gray mixture of the dried, shredded leaves and flowers from the Fayannabis plant. It could be smoked or eaten. It had a psychoactive chemical which caused hallucinations, anxiety, fear, distrust, or panic. It was also know to cause psychotic breaks.
If the king was abusing the drug, it would explain so much. It also meant he was in more danger than previously thought. His king was wasn’t in his right mind and held a lot of power. Never a good thing.
Suddenly King Drea stood and reached toward Varo. Varo tried not to flinch, but he couldn’t help it. Well, at least that fit the behavior of someone abused and broken. The king’s lip twitched as if he enjoyed that sign of discomfort, then he smoothed his hand over Varo’s hair.
“There, there. You have had a truly trying time, my son. We admit We assumed you’d take your life once We found out you’d been taken. You did try to do a worthy thing, it just didn’t work out. A shame, that. We would have most pleased if you had succeeded.”
If I had succeed I would have died. Varo suppressed a shudder at the king’s touch. “They told me you tried to ransom me. Thank you for that.”
“Yes, well, We did what we could. Go to your chambers and rest. And here. We assume you need a new comm.” King Drea held out the comm.
“Thank you. Mine is long since gone.”
“We will talk more. We wish to know more about your time with the Helkans and what became of your men. The men you left behind.” King Drea sniffed. “Until tomorrow, son.”
“Until tomorrow, Sire.” Varo stood and bowed to his king. He refused to react to the jab about leaving his men. Once his father had removed his royal person, Varo left the room too, only to be met by more guards. So maybe his father wasn’t as far gone was he thought.
The guards followed him back to his chambers. He shut the large, double doors to his chambers in the guard’s face. Leaning his head against the door, he listened but he didn’t hear footsteps leaving. So he had posted outside his door.
Were they assigned to him indefinitely? If so, there goes grabbing another shuttle and heading out of here. His father didn’t trust him, that much was obvious, but he wasn’t sure why. Had he somehow heard how things between him and Adlar really were? He sincerely hoped not or he would be in dire trouble.
He looked around his room. Not much had changed. He did notice some of his more expensive décor was gone, but that didn’t surprise him. A quick glance in his closet told the same story. His brothers had taken the things they liked.
Well, not a great loss. He didn’t plan to say here long, but the old Varo would’ve thrown a fit. So that’s what he had to do. A tired sigh escaped him. What he really wanted was to go to bed and hide under the covers. Fall apart. Worry about Adlar and what was going on at the Helkan palace.
Instead he prepared himself for a major fit.
A unit hour later he’s screamed the walls down on his and his brother’s wing. Lars, the heir, was elsewhere in the palace, so he’d attend to that brother later. He did find Wrief in his rooms and stood shrieking at him for a full two unit minutes.
Finally Wrief curled his lip and slammed the door in his face. Wrief had always been the more unpleasant of them. Maybe it was a middle brother thing. He was satisfied he’d done all he could to uphold the spoilt prince image.
He slunk back to his chambers. He did a quick search of his rooms, just to be safe. Even though he didn’t find anything, he couldn’t take the risk there was a bug in the room he’d missed. Although why and how one would have gotten there was beyond him.
As much as he hated to, he took a quick shower to help his body relax. He ached from being stunned, but that also meant he washed the scent of Adlar from him. He turned his face to the water cascading down on him and let the tears flow.
The water from the showerhead should hide his tears and sounds. For a brief moment he let himself go. Let anger take him. Cussed Maylar to the very depths of the blackest black hole. And he grieved. Grieved for what had been taken from him.
He’d get back to Adlar somehow. And may the gods help anyone fool enough to get in his way.
* * * *
The next morning he’d barely managed to dress before someone was demanding entrance to his chambers. Not in the mood for the games to start this early, he debated not answering. But knowing his luck, whoever it was would override the central computer and force the chamber doors open.
He jerked the doors wide, ready to blast whoever stood there… and barely managed to shut his mouth. “Get lost?”
Lars, the heir to the throne, just raised an eyebrow. “Greetings to you too, brother dear.” He motioned to one of his guards who stepped forward with a box. “Here.”
 “Oh a welcome home gift.” Varo’s sarcasm floated down the hall as he looked in the box. He snorted. “You gifted me with my things? How… charming. Nice of you to return them.”
Lars shrugged. “We were told you were taken by the Helkans. No one comes back from that so really, I didn’t think you’d mind. Not like I could ask you.”
Varo nearly swallowed his tongue in an effort not to respond. Instead he took the box, but stayed squarely in the doorway. “Yes, well. Thank you for bringing back the things of mine you helped yourself to.”
Lars inched closer. “Ask me in.”
Varo ignored Lars and stared in the box, poking around. “I’d just as soon not.”
“I’d just as soon you did.”
Varo sighed and looked at Lars. “Right. It doesn’t matter what I want. Fine. If that’ll get you out of my hair faster, then come in.” He stood back, let Lars in, and then promptly shut the door in the guards face. He took perverse pleasure in the startled eyes of the closest one. Small of him, yes, but it felt good.
Still, it promised to be a really going to be a long day.
“What do I owe this early morning visit to? Besides bringing back my things you took.” Varo walked back into his chambers.
Lars took out a slim, black devise and started walking around Varo’s quarters. “Oh, you know. Thought how we could talk about, oh I don’t know…. My youngest brother crash landing on Helkan, gets himself taken as a slave, and then manages to escape as pretty as you please.”
Lars put a finger to his lips then shook his head when Varo frowned at what he held in his hand. Lars continued, “Of course I wish to see how you were.”
“Right.” Varo finally figured out what Lars held was a devise that found bugs. He followed Lars into his bedroom as Lars checked out the chamber.
Lars continued speaking as if they weren’t stalking through Varo’s rooms. “I wish to hear what is surely a grand tale.”
Varo followed Lars into the master bath and then out again. “It’s not all that pretty.”
“I’m sure.” Lars returned to the living area and turned the device off. “Okay, it’s clear. We can talk safely.”
As if he was going to fall for that. Varo sat on a couch. “What in the stars are you doing ?”
Lars sat on another couch across from Varo. “I’m glad you’re safe, Varo. I really am. And if yo need to talk, I’m here. But first, there’s something more important to talk about.”
“More important than my time with the Helkans?”
“You’ve met with our father since you returned, yes?”
“Oh yes. Just as soon as I arrived.”
Lars nodded. “Then you must know Our Highness is crazier than a madden batar bitch. That’s more important than anything you could tell me about the Helkans.”
If that was what Lars thought, then who was Varo to correct him?
* * * *
Several unit hours later, Lars left. They’d had first meal in Varo’s chambers and it wasn’t settling well. The picture Lars painted wasn’t nice. Their father was abusing drugs and making outlandish decisions.
The people were very vocal in their unhappiness. The advisors were threatening to resign. All this he knew. And the coffers were empty. They, the royal family, were flat broke. That was news to him.
He was appalled. Lars went on to tell him the king’s answer to the problem was to offer his middle son’s hand in marriage…. to the highest bidder in a few days time. Well, Varo just thought he’d been appalled earlier.
He was wrong.
This was truly appalling. Arranged marriages weren’t unheard of, but this was beyond what was acceptable. And Lars just kept on with the bad news. Varo had returned, and Lars had no doubt Varo would be offered up for sale too.
The scary thing was there wasn’t much they could do. The king had the final word, and he was desperate. If they didn’t get the economy rightened, there was a chance civil war could break out, Lars said. Varo knew what already.
But what he didn’t know was Lars planned to overthrow their father and take over before King Drea could arrange the sale of the two younger males. Lars wanted Varo’s support. What in the worlds had been going on since his capture?
After Lars left, Varo paced in his chambers. Did he trust what Lars told him? Was this a trick? His father was going to host an auction for Wrief and now possibly him? Really? How could their father think this was a good idea? And what did that say about them as a royal family?
It said they were desperate and no better than the rank and file, that’s what it said. Who in their right mind would think this was a good idea? But then, that was the problem. Their king didn’t seem to be in his right mind.
Varo had noticed the smell of faylay on the king last night. There was no mistaking that sickly sweet scent. Was he as bad as Lars hinted, though? Then Varo remembered the look in his father’s eyes as he told his tale.
Goddess, he was afraid Lars was correct. But what if he wasn’t? Varo clenched his fist. He hated intrigue. Give him a ship to command and he was in his element. This? This was colossal pain in his royal ass.
His comm chimed, and he answered. A recorded message played informing him that his Royal Highness wanted him to adjourn to the royal dining room where his father and Wrief waited. Lovely. This day continued to spiral downward.
He hurried to the meeting, knowing better to be late. He entered the formal dining area where food filled the grand table. It more than the three of them could possibly eat in one sitting. Varo bit back the words that sprung to his tongue.
They couldn’t afford this. That was bad enough, but the food they didn’t eat ended up being thrown away. It was a waste. King Drea wouldn’t let the kitchen staff have the food, or staff members, either. He said the food was too good for the servants.
Varo had never really thought much about it, but now he wanted to take one of the five different pies sitting out—why did the three of them need five pies anyhow?—and slam it in his father’s face. Instead he carefully schooled his features.
“Ah good, Varo is here,” King Drea said. “Come, sit. We wish to tell you of Our plans.”
“Planning to sale him too, father?” Wrief snarled from the other end of the table, the anger and blatant disrespect clear in his voice.
Varo cringed. And here we go.
“Silence!” King Drea roared.
Varo jumped. A quick glanced showed the fear on the server’s faces.
King Drea picked up the serving knife next to his plate and threw it at Wrief. Wrief dodged the knife. It lodged in the wall behind him.
“While your mate might not mind if you couldn’t speak, they might miss what you could do with that tongue of yours. So if you wish to keep it, We suggest you shut up!”
No one moved for several unit seconds.
By all that’s holy, what have I walked into?Varo slowly made his way to the table as the staff scrambled sprung into action. Wrief was pale, but okay. And he wasn’t talking. Varo looked around. No one else seemed as freaked as he was over the fact the king just threw a knife at one of his sons. Just how common was this?
“Now,” King Drea smiled as if nothing had occurred. “As it just so happens We had planned a royal ball to be held on Virus II in three days. Wrief will find a mate there. Since you’re not mated, We’ve decided that you will also take part. We have high hopes the two of you will line Our coffers very nicely. Start packing after the meal, Varo. We leave tomorrow.”
Varo goggled. Lars had warned him, but still. This was insanity.
“We also wish for you to describe the places you saw while held captive. Start with the Helkan palace. You will be working with someone to draw up schematics of the palace.” King Drea snapped his fingers and a male hurried forward to take notes and draw the palace.
Wrief rolled his eyes. Varo wanted to agree.
“We want you to also tell Us about how the Helkan Satellite Surveillance Network went down, in detail, that first time. You may begin.” King Drea waved his hand indicating for Varo to start.
Frack. What am I going to do now? Varo started talking. What choice did he have? That didn’t mean he was entirely truthful in what he told King Drea.
Chapter Nineteen - Adlar
“What do you mean, he’s missing?”
“I think it’s pretty self-explanatory,” Omori said. “Maylar wasn’t at the client’s home as we thought.”
A day had passed since Adlar’s life stopped. His temper was fast eroding as was his patience. He wanted Varo home. Now. And his mate wasn’t, and that was driving him slowly insane.
Adlar pinched the bridge of his nose and counted silently before answering. “I know what it means, Omori. Where is he?”
“If I had an answer to that, don’t you think I’d tell you?” Omori waved at the table in front of Adlar. “Sit before you have an aneurysm. I have men looking for him. An announcement was made at all space ports on Helkan. Command knows to scan all vehicles’ requesting permission to leave the planet. He’s not getting off the planet, Adlar. Not if I can help it. Now, eat.”
Adlar dropped in the seat and made an effort to rein in his temper. “I’m worried. We haven’t heard one thing from the Yesri. I thought by now we’d hear something .”
“No news is good news. They obviously don’t know Varo is your mate. If they did…”
“They’d use that.” Adlar finished for Omori. Adlar ran a hand through his hair. At this rate he’d be bald shortly.
“Indeed they—” Omori’s comm signaled and he glanced at it. “Hmm, it’s an incoming message. Do you mind if I take it?”
“Please do. It might be important.”
Omori opened the comm and read the message, a frown crossing his face as he read.
“Is it about Varo?”
Omori looked up. “It is. I just received information about an up-coming ball held on Virus II. One Wrief Kutchif and one Varo Kutchif, Yesri princes, are going to be offered in separate auctions as mates to the highest bidder two days from now.”
>“What!”</i> Adlar stood so fast his chair flew backward and tipped over.
Omori sipped his drink. “Calm down, Adlar. This is perfect.”
“Prefect? Are you insane?” Adlar slammed his hands down on the table and leaned forward. “They plan to sale my mate to some… to some… aw, gods!” He couldn’t wrap his head around the horror of that. Just couldn’t.
“They plan to, yes, but we’re not going to let that happen. Now sit down and listen to me.”
Adlar grabbed his chair and fell into it, unable to speak.
“They have to get there, right? Maybe luck is on our side and they haven’t left yet.” Omori tapped some commands into the comm. “I’m going to have someone check to see what airships have left Yesri air space lately. If they haven’t left, we may have a chance to intercept them before they land on Virus II.”
Adlar suddenly grin was just this side of feral. “And take back what’s mine.”
“Indeed.”
* * * *
When word came that the Yesri royal family hadn’t left their planet, Adlar took a moment to celebrate. Then he went to the Helkan landing bay where the crew was assembling. Soon they would ready one of the Helkans biggest battleships.
Adlar was no pilot so he wasn’t in command. He was fine with that. As long as he got Varo back, he didn’t need to rattle his balls at anyone. Besides, he had Omori for that. He laughed quietly. Omori had caused a slight panic when he announced he planned to go too.
That had cause a stir of unimaginable proportions. Everyone from the captain, to the Royal Guard, to Omori’s advisers threw a fit. Having the king off planet was dangerous. They all knew that, but Omori put his royal foot down. He was going, and that was the end of that.
Adlar didn’t argue. He just assigned several D’noir to patrol the starship and stick close to the king. His D’noir was good at blending into the shadows and few noticed them. Omori had his personal guard on board too.
Adlar knew his brother well enough to know there was no changing his mind. Frankly he was relieved Omori was there, just in case this thing went tits up. From the moment they found out about the ball and auction, everyone stayed on the battleship.
They had to be ready to go at a moment’s notice. Once the Yesri king and his sons left the planet, they had to be ready too. Adlar knew the wait wouldn’t be long, not with the ball coming so soon.
Omori settled in one of the larger quarters. At Omori’s request, Adlar had joined him. They debated taking the Yesri king and the middle son prisoner, but decided not to. It was more trouble than Omori wanted to deal with, but he wanted Adlar’s thoughts on the subject.
Adlar agreed. What he didn’t tell Omori was he’d privately deliberated killing King Drea, but also discounted the idea. Killing his mate’s father might be considered in bad taste by some. Maybe. Lucky for the two Yesri men, Adlar didn’t want either of them anywhere near Varo nor their blood on his hands. Maybe.                                    When word came the Yesri were leaving their planet, Adlar breathed easier. Finally. His training was such that he was used to long periods of time passing with little to no movement—both physically and mentally. He could play the waiting game as well as anyone else. He’d never had a problem with that. But this was different.
This was the male he loved.
Earlier Omori had showed him the schematics of the Yesri battleship. Their was much bigger than the Yesris, and from what he read of the specs, they were not only bigger, but badder—badder weapons, badder and more efficient engines, and more speed.
But the ultimate weapon in their arsenal was that they’d figured out how to use stealth technology. It was a technology that used selective bending of light and other forms of energy to render a starship completely invisible to the electromagnetic spectrum and most sensors.
In other words, they could cloak their starships. That made them extremely dangerous. They might not leave their planet often, but when they did, they had the best technology had to offer.
Adlar stared out the portal window in his quarters. They’d just left Helkan airspace and jumped. The plan was to drop out of warp near the planet Virus and stay cloaked. When the Yesri battleship appeared, they’d decloak. Using their laser cannons, they’d take out the Yesris weapons and shields.
Then they’d use a tractor beam on the Yesri ship to keep it from jumping back into warp and escaping. With the shields down, the transporter room could scan for Varo. They’d lock onto his DNA and beam him aboard. Once they had him, they’d jump and head home.
Time passed quickly as he waited. He tensed as an automatic message appeared on his comm alerting him they would be dropping out of warp soon. Hopefully this would be all over before the Yesri could summon help from their planet’s surface.
But if the Yesri did, the Helkans would just disarm the other ship too. Adlar hurried to the Transport Room One. They’d agreed Omori would be on the bridge in case he needed to speak to King Drea for some reason, and Adlar would wait for Varo to be beamed to him.
He barely entered the Transporter Room when he heard the first laser cannons fired.
The Senior Transporter Chief working the transporter looked at Adlar. “I have him, my Lord. I’ve locked onto him and about to bring him over.”
“Any problems?” Adlar asked.

“Not as far as I know. The plan was to hit them and hit them quick. Last thing we wanted was to give them a chance to try something stupid.”
“Good idea since this is the Yesri king we’re dealing with.”
“Yes, sir. Okay, transporting now…”
Adlar stood quietly by, waiting, repeating in his head that he wouldn’t attack his mate. He wouldn’t attack his mate. He wouldn’t attack his mate. On the transportation pad a blurry figure slowly condensed in a sitting position. Adlar shifted from foot to foot. The figure became solid and the transport ended.
Varo landed on his ass, blinking hard. In his hand he held a piece of food frozen halfway to his mouth. Again he blinked as he looked around. His gaze settled on Adlar and shock covered his face. “A—Adlar? Oh stars, Adlar? Is that really you?”
Varo threw what looked like a fried leg of some animal over his shoulder. He lurched to his feet and looked around. “Adlar? What’s going on? How’d I get here? Um, where is here? Why… why aren’t you… um…” Varo blinked again.
Adlar unstuck his feet from the floor when tears appeared in Varo’s eyes. Varo’s shaking voice and confusion got him moving toward his mate. He raced up the platform and leaped onto the pad where Varo stood shivering. He hauled Varo into his arms.
“Oh gods, oh gods. I’m so glad you’re here. I was so worried. I love you, Varo. Nothing and no one will ever keep you from me.” Adlar dragged Varo’s head back by his hair and kissed the ever-loving frack out of his mate.
When the need for air drove them apart, Varo collapsed against Adlar. “Oh thank the goddess. I was so scared. Maylar… Maylar kidnapped me and set the shutter to take me to Yesri space.”
“I know, I know. I knew you didn’t leave me.”
 Varo gulped, struggling to speak. “Then… then that auction my father set up, and…. Adlar, I-I just couldn’t believe my father could do such a thing. I—I need you. Please. Oh gods, need you so b-badly. Hold me.”
Adlar snapped at the fear and pain on Varo’s voice. He swept Varo up into his arms and stormed out of the transporter room. Adlar’s long legs carried him down the corridors to his quarters. Varo hung on, his arms wrapped tightly around Adlar’s neck.
Varo buried his face in silky hair and whispered, “I knew you’d come for me. Somehow, someway, I knew you’d fine me. Save me.”
Adlar vibrated with the depth of his anger. Varo sounded terrified.“Always. I will always come for you.”
Crewmembers hugged the sided of the corridors, their eyes on the floor as the predator Adlar had became swiftly passed them. Adlar snarled the command to open his quarters. Moments later he dropped Varo on the bed and followed him down.
The thin material of Varo’s shirt was no barrier against their driving need to touch. The sound of material ripping filled the room. The desperation surrounding them was a living thing. Varo kicked his shoes off, and Adlar sat up.
He pulled a knife from a sheath, but paused. “Is this—”
“Fine.” Varo’s smile lit up the room. “It’s fine. You would never hurt me.”
Moments later Varo’s pants fared no better than the shirt. Adlar hurled the scrapes across the room. A hoarse, low growl came from Adlar as he wrapped a hand around Varo’s shaft.
“This is mine.”

“Yes!” Varo nodded, hips arching. “Yours.”
 Adlar stroked Varo, his hand trembling with urgency. His fear, his anger, and his desperation threatened to overwhelm him. He needed Varo to come for him. He needed…. a sob broke from him. Horrified he glanced at Varo.
“We’re okay.” Varo calmly wrapped a hand around Adlar’s. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m okay. You save me. We have all the time in the world, Adlar.”
“Yes, okay. Yes. Gods.” Adlar dropped his head on Varo’s hip. “Crying all over you was not how I wanted this to go.”
Varo sat up and pulled Adlar up too. He hugged Adlar. “We’re together. That’s all that matters to me. So… this can go however you want. Or we can just… snuggle. As long as I can touch you, I’m fine.”
Adlar took a deep breath, calming down. The fear and anger bled out of him. “I… Sorry. Had no idea that was lurking around, just waiting to pop out. I’d…. Varo, I want you to make love to me.”
Varo cupped Adlar’s face. “I can so do that.”
Adlar kissed Varo’s palm, a grin playing around his lips. “Don’t think you’re getting it. I want you to top me.”
Varo’s mouth fell open, and he reared back. “Holy frack!”
Adlar laughed outright. “Picked up my favorite word, have you?”
“Holy frack!”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Adlar snickered at the look on Varo’s face.

“Are you serious? You want me to top you?”
“Very much so. And you should know this is a first for me.”
“Holy frack!” Varo repeated and fell back on the bed. “You… you… I’d be honored, Adlar. Thank you for such a gift. I’m… stars, I may cry all over you now.”
“No crying.” Adlar lay back on the bed too and wiggled his eyebrows at Varo. “Well? Come and get me.”
With a laugh, Varo lunged. They rolled around on the bed, wrestling for Adlar’s pants and shirt. Adlar didn’t fight too hard. He wanted skin-to-skin contact as much as Varo did. He did laugh when his shirt ended up thrown over a lamp, thrown there by a gleeful Varo who hooped and hollered about his prize.
The urgency had passed, and now they were much more relaxed. Adlar ended up on his back again, his hair spread out around him. Varo knelt at his side, his own long hair falling down his back. Had there ever been a more beautiful male? Adlar didn’t think so. And that male was his.
Varo grasped Adlar’s cock. Adlar held his breathe as things turned from playful to serious. Varo licked the head, his tongue trailing through Adlar’s precome. Rubbing the wet tip against his lips, Varo met Adlar’s eyes. Chocolate brown stared into eerie yellow.
Adlar stuffed some pillows under his head so he could watch. Even then he rose up on his elbows. As he stared at his mate, Varo tongued the tiny opening at the top of Adlar’s shaft. Adlar grunted. That felt incredible.
Adlar panted as Varo sucked and licked. The sensations drove Adlar crazy. His hips bucked, and he grinned when Varo held them down. Adlar was beyond happy Varo felt he could do that without worrying about punishment for stepping out of bounds.
There were no bounds now. Then Varo took Adlar’s cock all the way back into his throat. He swallowed, and Adlar’s mind went blank. He moaned, long and loud.
Adlar’s moan was echoed by Varo.
“I can feel your throat muscles constricting around my shaft. Best thing I’ve ever felt, princeling.”
Varo hiked an eyebrow at the name. He bobbed up and down on Adlar’s cock, staring into Adlar’s eyes.
Adlar’s moan quickly turned desperate. “Don’t make me come yet.”
Varo let Adlar’s cock fall from his mouth. He held it up so he could mouth Adlar’s sac.
Adlar’s body tensed. He threaded one hand through Varo’s hair, tugging gently until Varo moved away from his cock and balls. “It’s all too much. I… give me a unit second to calm down or this is going to be over before it starts.”
Varo moved closer to Adlar’s chest. He circled one of Adlar’s nipples. “Wound tight, are you?”
Adlar’s hiss startled them both. “Gods, that feels good.”
Varo rolled one nipple then leaned down to kiss it. He quickly nipped the hard tip then sucked it into his mouth.
Adlar arched into the touch and his cock jumped on his belly. Varo’s hands were everywhere. On his nipples, feathering down his ribs, ghosting over his hips… the little touched built a fire in him. He fell back against the pillows, raised his knees, and spread his legs, offering himself to Varo.
“Oh,” Varo whispered. “That… takes my breath away.”
Adlar turned toward the nightstand and pulled open a drawer. Fumbling, he raked his hand through the junk in it until he found the lube. He held it out to Varo. “Here. Going to need that.”
“Oh yeah.” Varo moved between Adlar’s legs.
Varo squirted lube on his fingers and gently rubbed Adlar’s entrance. Adlar tensed, but Varo didn’t enter him, he just played there, getting Adlar used to a touch in a place he’d never been touch before. Need built.
“More,” he demanded.
Varo laughed softly. “I should’ve known you’d you be a bossy bottom.”
Adlar was saved from replying when a slick finger worked into him. It felt odd, but not unpleasant. Varo moved his finger in and out, twisting and turning. Slowly Adlar’s body relaxed. He hadn’t noticed he tensed up.
Varo entered him with another finger, stretching him more.
Adlar moaned at the sensation. Now it burned a little, but not bad. Varo worked the two fingers in and out of him. There was something building, but… he needed something else. Something more. He grunted, legs moving restlessly. He didn’t know what to ask for.
“Easy, easy.” Varo scissored his fingers inside Adlar.
Adlar moaned again.
“I know, my sinfully sexy mate. I know.”
Adlar gasped when Varo turned his fingers and hit something inside him. “Frack!”
He knew it was his prostate. He knew that. What he hadn’t known was how good it felt.
“Again!” He pulled his legs up to his chest.
“Oh gods, you’re killing me.” Varo moaned. “If only you could see yourself. You are so sexy spread out like this.”
Adlar’s cock smeared precome over his belly. His head thrashed back and forth on the bed. “I... get in me. I need… Varo, take me. Hurry! I… frack, that feels good.”
“Not gonna hurt you.” Varo slid his fingers out and slathered more lube on his cock. On his knees, he leaned over Adlar. “I love you.”
“Mine!” Adlar snarled, fangs gleaming as he wrapped his legs around Varo’s hips. He reached up and grabbed a handful of Varo’s hair. His other hand grasped Varo’s throat. “Love you too. Only you. Now take my ass.”
Varo snorted. “Only you.”
Adlar tightened his legs around Varo’s waist as Varo pressed his cock inside. He felt his body opening up, letting Varo enter him. Nothing had ever felt like this. Varo filled him perfectly. Varo panted as he leaned over Adlar.
“Okay?” Varo asked as he bottomed out.
“Almost. Need you to move.”
Varo took a few deep breathes, and then gently thrust his hips.
Adlar moaned as Varo hit his hot spot immediately. “Good. So good.”
Varo quickly picked up the pace. “You hold me so tightly.”
Adlar kept a hold of Varo’s hair, making his mate look at him as Varo moved in his body. A light sweat covered them both. Adlar watched pleasure spread over Varo’s face as he drove into Adlar’s body. Pleasure flowed through Adlar. He drew closer to the edge, but didn’t break eye contact.
“Close.” Adlar warned as Varo stared back. “So close.”
Varo sped up, striking Adlar’s hot spot every thrust. His spine tingled and desire exploded in his mind. His vision grayed, and his toes curled. He finally had to let go of Varo’s hair. This was the ‘more’ he needed. He writhed on Varo’s cock, gasping, undulate wildly under Varo.
Adlar’s body burned with pleasure, he was hot all over. Everything prickled and tingled. One last jab to his prostate and Adlar yelled. He came, the essence spurting up his chest.
Varo’s yell followed. “Oh, oh… gods!”
Jets of Varo’s come filled Adlar. Shuddering, Varo eased his weight down on Adlar, trembling. Adlar held Varo close. Contentment spread through his body and the throbbing inside him slowly stopped. Varo’s cock slipped out, and he rolled over onto his side.
“That was…. An exploding star isn’t that magnificent.” Varo snuggled in and petted Adlar’s chest. “Um, you might want to take a shower too. Clean up, you know.”
“Now I see why you head to the shower so fast.” Adlar winked at Varo. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll change the sheets. There seems to be a wet spot.” Varo laughed at the look on Adlar’s face when he stood. “Hurry.”
“Yes, I most definitely I will.” Adlar did hurry to the shower.
He cleaned up quickly. There were things they needed to talk about, and he wanted to make sure Varo wasn’t hungry. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Varo lying on the clean sheets. For a moment he was tempted to dirty them again, but decide not to. Instead he sat on the bed.
Varo patted the space next to him. “I need you close.”
Adlar knew the feeling so he lay down. “Are you hungry?”
“No, I was eating with when I was suddenly beamed over here. My father isn’t going to be happy, you know. Thank the gods.”
“Your father can—” The beep of his comm stopped whatever he was going to say. Adlar read the incoming message out loud to Varo. “That was Omori. Your father tried to contact us shortly after we decloaked. Once we had you, Omori answered his hails and told him we’d removed you.”
“And he hasn’t opened fire yet?”
“Can’t. We disabled his weapons.” Adlar laughed as he continued reading. “King Drea demanded payment since we took you. We messed up his plans, it seems.”
“Stars.”
“And my brother told him what you are to me, warned your father to leave us alone, then threatened to blow up his ship,” Adlar said. “Hate I missed that.”
“Me too. So now my father knows. Not sure that’s a good thing.”
“He’d figured it out at some point anyway.” Adlar shrugged. “Now. Tell me what Maylar did to you that morning.” 
Varo played with a hank of black hair near his arm. “You’re so sure I didn’t leave you, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely.” Adlar leaned down and lightly kissed Varo. “I trust you. You and Omori are the only two I fully trust. Now tell me what he did.”
With a sigh, Varo started talking.
Epilogue - Varo
“Stop jumping around,” Adlar complained. Varo glanced up at Adlar. His mate gave him a naughty wink and a smile.
“Easy for you to say. I got to piss. Again.” Varo just shook his head as Adlar snickered.
“There.” Adlar stepped back after closing the earring he’d had made from Black Phospolrock.
Adlar piercing him had been… entertaining. Hair-raising, but entertaining.
“If you need to go, better do it now,” Adlar said.
The palace was full of Helkans celebrating the joining of Adkar Mondur and Varo Kutchif. The newly mated couple was about to join everyone in the palace gardens.
“Be right back.”
Rumors had flown when the announcement was made, but the story of how the unemotional Adar had raced to save his lover won several hearts. Many raised an eyebrow about how Adlar’s lover was a Yesri prince, but those who had met the male stood by his side. His name was spoken with affection and honor by those who knew him.
It helped that the Helkan king also freely showed how much he liked his brother’s mate.
Other planets took note of the stories and the joining of Varo and Adlar. Some sent congratulations to the happy couple. Others not so much. The Yesri king was said to be beyond furious over the mating.
But the Yesri king had other things to worry about… like his heir trying to overthrow him.
Varo and Adlar spent the trip back to Helkan in Adlar’s quarters. He told Adlar how Maylar stunned him and of the secret passages. They discussed who Maylar’s helpers were and who he might have as a friend in Command.
Varo spoke of his fear, his helplessness… of how he could hear what was being said but couldn’t respond. Adlar shared his anger toward Maylar and how came close to losing control, he talked about his fear too.
Adlar told of how Maylar was missing and what was being done to find him and the others who helped. Omori stopped by once to check on them, then stayed away the rest of the journey home. Once home, they stated making plans to join their lives. Now it was time to celebrate that love.
On his way back to join Adlar, Varo stopped by a window in their chambers that overlooked the palace grounds. So many people were there. Some were accepting, some weren’t. He didn’t care. He had his lover, and that’s all he needed. He might stick out with his blond hair and tanned skin, but he was well-loved.
Varo walked around the corner and Adlar was there, waiting. Adlar held his hand out, and Varo took it. Never had he been so glad to be in enemy hands.
The End.

Behind the Eight Ball release date

I have a date for Behind the Eight Ball. It's 10/30/15. Yup, right before Halloween lol. That's my fav holiday. We might have to do something special for that. Not sure yet.

No cover at this time. Paul Richmond is doing it. (He did Trouble) I'll let y'all know when I get something. :)

In the mean time, let's take another look at Heller and Lawson, lol.
~M





Eyes should be a bright blue


Heller

Heller's bedroom

Heller's den

Janelle

Marshell

Lawson

Bred for Love Blog Tour by Revella Hawthorne Aug 8-21

When I’m NOT Me
Soooooo... my name is NOT Revella Hawthorne. Well, most of the time anyway. I’m usually SJ Himes, and I write m/m fiction, romance and erotica under both names.
Deciding to have a pen name came about first from a need to hide who I was from The Man. Not in a paranoid sense, but literal. Having a day job that frowned upon anything “inappropriate” made me wary, and so I chose a name that meant something to me, but was so far from my real name that I could express myself fully on the page. I saw it as protecting myself.
Time went by, and as I watched the country slowly accept and embrace change when it came to equal rights for the LGBTQ community, I realized I was reinforcing the belief that there was something I should be hiding. Hiding means you’re afraid, means you’re ashamed or embarrassed…and I wasn’t any of those, not really.
I was angry. Angry I felt the need to hide. Angry that I was hiding.
I have nothing to be ashamed of, and no one has the right to judge me. Not even my employer.
I was lucky. I used to work at a post where I’d been there for years, and everyone knew me. So when I came out of the literary closet, I had friends and coworkers who supported me and encouraged me. That gave me the courage to admit who I was, and let people know my pen name. I had grown fond of it, and changing it was too much of a hassle. I didn’t want to hide anymore, so I began to write under my real name (the initials at least) and I used it as a means to express myself in another way.
Writing as Revella is freeing. My subject matter is sexy, erotic, full of angst and passion. I can set free my characters and have them be as sinfully sexy as they want. I can write what makes me happy.
Writers write what they want to read. Doubly true for me. When I’m in the mood for sex and lust and the raw side of things, Revella comes out to play. When I’m after magic and emotion and the power of plot, I’m SJ. Neither side is better or worse than the other. I can be me.
Even when I’m not.
***Bred For Love Series
The King’s Command is a sequel, to The Prince’s Consort. Books One and Two of The Bred For Love series, they follow the story of Percy and Edward as they fall in love, and then face the consequences of that love.
Nothing is easy, especially since they live in a world where Percy isn’t even considered a person. Percy is a breeder, designed and created in lab for the sole purpose of providing rich and titled men with legitimate heirs, without the hassle of marriage or emotions. His former master and creator dies before he can claim Percy, and he’s put out for sale with the common breeders.
Edward is a blood prince, the son of the current monarch of Cassia. He has brothers ahead of him in the succession, and their children too, making Edward’s chance of ascending to the throne nonexistent. He’s the only openly gay son of the king, and wants nothing to do with a well-bred wife or arranged marriage.
In Book One, Edward goes to Heritage Breeders to buy his own breeder. He wants heirs, but not the wife, and only the best and most elite breeding houses supply male gendered breeders. Once he gets past the fawning proprietor, he’s shown the breeders that best match his preferences—and that is when he first lays eyes on Perseus.
Their connection is immediate and powerful, and Edward falls fast and irrevocably in love with Percy. For Percy, he is shown again and again how lucky he is to have such a kind and loving master, who wants Percy above all else. When Edward is confronted by the apathy and disregard his own family feels towards Percy, and their lack of respect for his new mate, Edward performs an ancient and rare ritual—he names Percy his consort. Once a privilege reserved for captured nobility and the royal lines of their enemies, to be a collared consort of a Cassian Royal is an honor that should leave Percy unassailable and respected.
King Henry, Edward’s father, learns of Percy’s collaring. He is uncharacteristically angered and confronts his son over his choices. Edward defends his chosen consort and mate—and leaves the palace with Percy.
Eventually Nature takes its course and Percy’s body fulfills its purpose—he bears his master’s seed.In Book Two, The King’s Command, Percy and Edward are at the prince’s country estate. Both men are content to remain in seclusion, and Edward and Percy’s relationship deepens. Percy is pregnant, but so early along that both men are in awe, whispers between them and their unborn child like half-dreams and just as sweet.
Yet familial duty and a desire to proclaim how Edward feels for Percy to the world draws them back to the capital, and places them front in center in the middle of a royal battle. Given a royal edict to surrender Percy to men who see him as nothing but an object, Edward refuses. This places Edward, Percy, and a new friend in danger.

Blood is spilled. Love and family bonds are tested, and secrets come to light…




The Prince’s Consort Excerpt
“I would prefer a male, smaller than me, handsome, with a degree of intelligence and personality. I’m not interested in having sex with someone who’s no more than an attractive machine that bends over on command, so please take intelligence into account. Although, I do prefer some obedience, as I will be breeding my prospective mate often, so having to seduce or force holds little appeal. I have no need for my mate to have fertile sperm, as I will not be the one carrying the offspring, of course. And I don’t feel like explaining to my staff why my breeder is mounting the maids when I’m not around.”

Edward listed off his requirements, watching as Mr. Wimble slowly stopped typing, and began to stare at him in some consternation. Edward wasn’t going to apologize for that last statement, either. He’d seen the results of an unruly and fully fertile male breeder decimate the staff at one of the estates neighboring his out in the country, knocking up several of the maids and female upper staff that had contact with him. His neighbors eventually had him removed after it was discovered what was going on, and Edward never found out exactly what was done to the breeder, but he could guess he wasn’t at some farm working the fields. Castration and slavery, or death. That type of breeder was one of the very rare, non-child-bearing male breeders, called ‘sires’, who were hyped up with testosterone and temperamental, usually used by the breeding houses to continue the in-house stock lines. Edward wondered at the time how the breeder ended up out in the country at a noble’s family estate, but the current Court was full of fools, so he really shouldn’t be surprised.

He had strict needs he wanted met. Any potential mate would be the parent of his future children, so slacking on the finer details wasn’t an option. Not for a royal, and not for him.

“I have several candidates that may fit your needs, Your Highness. Are you interested in viewing today? I can have them pulled from the stables within the next hour for your inspection if you care to wait. Shall I summon a maid for luncheon?”








The King’s Command Excerpt
He pulled the sheet up to Percy’s chin, and smoothed it down over his chest and stomach. He rested his hand on Percy’s abdomen, amazed as he always was when he thought about it, that his child grew inside his mate. A child, his and Percy’s.

Percy was a breeder, and Edward mourned for a brief second that his mate’s ice-blue eyes or sweet smile would never be gifted to a child of theirs, his consort’s DNA only minimally transferrable to any offspring he may have. The vision of a little girl, with Edward’s dark hair and Percy’s bright eyes flashed for a moment in his mind, but he pushed it away. Percy would gift their child only enough DNA to be viable and grow, and his smile or entrancing eyes would never be handed down to a new generation.

Yet it was enough that there would be children; Percy had a tender heart, and a need to love. Edward wanted sons and daughters, the more, the merrier, and he knew Percy would want and love each child with everything in his small frame. This first child of theirs would not be the last. Hartgrove Court was a huge estate, a working farm and manor, and large enough to support a big family and plenty of staff. It had been gifted to Edward through his late mother’s dowry upon her death, property given to all her children not in the direct line of succession. Edward was thankful his mother knew him well, since the manor and farm went to him and not his more urban-centered siblings. Edward felt a pang of grief, faint now after all these years that his mother, the late Queen of Cassia, would never know her future grandchildren.


Edward made himself leave Percy’s side, the doctor’s words to him about how Percy’s pregnancy may come with complications worrying him. Since Percy was a first-generation design, crafted by the late Master Cartwright of Heritage Breeders, there was no blueprint of sorts in place for how Percy would handle pregnancy. Cartwright had made Percy for himself, though Edward was selfishly glad that Cartwright died before Percy was mature enough for breeding. Percy was his now, forever, and the only touch he would know would be Edward’s.






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Review for  Bred for Love series

5 Stars on both books! 



Mpreg.
I mean, what more can I say lol? If you’ve read my books, then you probably know I love mpreg. As I told Revella’s (who is also SJ Himes) personal assistant, mpreg is kinda a thing. But what really gets me going is when the science behind the pregnancy is explained and not glossed over. Trust me, it’s not as easy as it sounds. It helps to have a bit of a scifi geek lurking in you, lol. And that’s what made the book for me. The science is fictional, but realistic. Ahh, but that’s a bugger to pull off, and Revella did. In spades.
The blurb explains the setting clearly. This story is set in an AU (alternative universe) and there are genetically altered men reared in the labs who become “breeders” when maturity is reached. Percy, one of the main characters, is a breeder. One of the owners of Heritage Breeders created Percy for himself… and then the owners dies. Oh, but Percy is very, very special. He’s what they call a First Generation. And this becomes very important through both books. No, I’m not going to say why, lol.
Prince Edward has gone to Heritage Breeders. The prince needs to sire a child and doesn’t want a wife. In fact, Edward prefers males. From here, the story takes off. There’s action, intrigue, and evil plots to separate the prince and Percy. But beyond all that, this is a love story. Percy will win you over and make you want to cuddle him close. His innocence is enduring. Which, considering how he was raised and what his purpose is, is astounding.
The flow is fast paced and engaging. My mind didn’t wander. I was so wrapped up in this book, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on The King's Command (Bred for Love #2). If I thought the pace was fast in The Prince's Consort (Bred for Love #1), this showed me how wrong I was, lol. Percy is pregnant, everyone from the king on down is interfering with the two lovers, and Edward and Percy are being hunted and are on the run. Secrets are coming to light, but not fully explained… yet. (That king is either insane, or so desperate it’s scary. What he does to Percy… yeah. Scary.)
So… want a well-written mpreg that’ll engross you? Then check this out. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat for book #3!
~M

In Enemy Hands Chapter 11.2 and Ch 12.1

Adlar breathed deeply, then let his fear go. Fear was the mind-killer. He did not fear; he was fear.

“Better?”

“Yes.” Adlar stepped back. “Thank you.”

Several more unit hours had passed, but he was calm now. They’d find out how Varo got off planet then he’d… well, he’d take of it. Then he’d go and get his mate. Nothing was going to stand in the way of him and the male he loved. If he had to kill a couple of Yesris to do it, so be it. And if he found Varo harmed, the king had better pray to his Yesri god for help.

Not that it would do any good.

Another few unit hours passed. At some point he lay on the couch in Omori’s main living area and dropped off to sleep. The soft murmurs of conversations floated around him as Omori spoke to people about the feeds, but he ignored it. Nothing in Omori’s voice changed signaling a lead so Adlar let himself go deeper.

The voices faded and blessed peace stole over him. He drifted; his mind was pleasantly empty. As he relaxed his thoughts focused on Varo. That blond hair and those sparkling brown eyes called to him. He reacted to seeing his mate.

A yearning filled him as he watched the two of them kiss then touch. Clothes fell to the floor. A bed draped in white was close enough for them to fall into and make love. The fact he saw Varo in his dreams was no surprise.

No, the surprise was it was him with his legs in the air being plowed.

Never had he thought about bottoming. Oddly enough, watching Varo over him didn’t stir any feeling of repugnance. In fact, his excitement he felt in his blood said he’d have no problem letting Varo make love to him. He trusted Varo like no other, outside of his brother.

“Adlar?”

One word and Adlar was wide awake. He sat up on the couch and swung his legs onto the floor. The look on Omori’s face said it all. “Who?”

“They found something.” Omori ran his hand through his hair. “I-I’m sorry. It’s Maylar.”

Fury filled Adlar, but he pushed it back. Omori’s face showed signs of stress and shock. For once he looked old. Old and tired. Adlar hated that look on his brother’s face. The man looked… not only shocked, but devastated.

“Omori?”

Omori ran his hand through his hair again and jerked at the tangles from the all the previous times he’d do that.

Adlar came off the couch in a hurry. He grabbed Omori’s hand. “Hey how, easy. No one wants you to be bald.”

“I can’t believe he did this. I… why? What was he thinking? I trusted that male. Frack, we both did. I… I cared for him, Adlar. I didn’t love him like a mate, but I did care for him. I shared with him so many things… including you.”

Adlar hugged Omori. He had no idea Omori’s feelings went that deep for Maylar. “Okay, tell me what you know.”

Omori signed and stepped back. “The feed shows Maylar showing up and then you leaving your rooms. You said they were going to sightsee and the feed does shows them leaving. But… one of the techs didn’t like how images looked. He examined the feed and found the image of them leaving was faked. It had been spliced in. They never left your rooms.”

“Then this was no spur of the moment thing.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Omori said. “A shielded comm to someone in security is all that would be needed. I’m sure it wouldn’t take long to find feed of Varo and then of Maylar and splice that together and added it to the feed outside of your rooms. Anyone who worked in Security would know how to do that.”

“And we can’t track a shielded comm.” Adlar clenched his fist. “What happened next?”

“Another feed from a shuttle bay shows two A’moor wrestling with a large container.”

“A’moor, huh?” Adlar said. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. There’s no mistaking the designs on their clothes. We couldn’t get a read on their faces though. They were covered.”

 “The same organization Maylar is part of. Interesting.”

“Isn’t it?” Omori asked. “After they loaded the container, one left the bay while the other took the shuttle out. Radar showed the shuttle ascending. Just as my private code was activated, the shuttle transport was activated.”

“So whoever was on the shuttle transported off. I’m assuming this shuttle is the one that carried Varo out of here?”

“Yes,” Omori said. “We traced the transport back to the palace, to one of the many conference rooms. And wouldn’t you know it, the feed in that section was on the fritz.”

“No question this was an inside job then,” Adlar said.

“We still don’t have an ID on the two A’moor or who helped in Security.”

“Ah, but we know whom to ask, don’t we?” Adlar growled.

“Maylar,” Omori agreed. “Want to bet he’s not with a client?”

“I think he may actually be,” Adlar said. “He went to a lot of trouble to do this. He might’ve pulled it off if it hadn’t been for that techie. I say we make a call on Maylar. Can you find out his client? And do it quietly? Last thing we want is for him to know we’re on to him.”

“He mentioned a name. The male is located outside of town.” Omori told Adlar the name Maylar left on his comm.

“Huh. Interesting. I thought that male used females for feeding. Doesn’t matter. If the client is out of town that leaves you out. No way can you leave here without the Royal Guard involved, and there goes stealth. That means it’s just going to be me.”

Omori grabbed Adlar’s hand. “You aren’t going to like this, but I’m going to ask that you don’t kill him.”

“Oh frack me running.” Adlar jerked away. “Maylar deserves to die.”

“And I’m asking that you don’t kill him. I promise he’ll be punished, but don’t kill him. Please. Do this for me.”

Adlar dropped his head and signed. “Fine. On one condition.”

“Which is?”

Adlar glanced up. “He lives as long as I get Varo back. If for some reason Varo dies, then Maylar dies. A life for a life.”

Omori took a deep breath then nodded.“Agreed.”

After another quick hug, Adlar left and returned to his rooms. The silence haunted him. The place smelled of Varo. Everything he looked at reminded him a conversation they’d had, or a laugh they’d shared.

Adlar hurried to where he kept weapons and strapped several on him. As he left the room, his reflection in one of the windows stopped him. Night had fallen. Stepping to the window he stared up at the sky.

“What are you doing now, my mate? Are you safe?” He touched the cool glass. “I’m on my way, Varo. Hold on.”

With that, he headed toward his shuttle. He couldn’t wait to see Maylar. While he’d said he wouldn’t kill the other male, he never said he wouldn’t kick Maylar’s ass all over the planet.



~We're getting close to the end, y'all~

Chapter Twelve
Varo sat in the shuttle pilot seat, still unable to move. Even though he fought his body, he couldn’t raise a finger. Listening to Command trying to hail him nearly drove him mad. No matter how loudly he yelled in his head, not a peep came out.
He didn’t even twitch. Frustration rose when nothing happened. His body stayed still. He could blink. He could swallow. He breathing was fine. He just couldn’t move his limbs. All he could do was sit there and stare at the Satellite Surveillance Network the shuttle was rapidly approaching.
Maylar, being ever so helpful, had told him everything. Varo knew he’d get through the grid no problem, then the shuttle was program to jump to warp. Maylar had even activated the autopilot… for Yesri space.
He had to do something before—
“Varo? It’s me. Adlar. Can you speak to me?”
Oh gods. That was Adlar. Varo closed his eyes, fighting not to scream. Okay, scream silently since all he could do was breathe at the moment.
“I really need you to say something. Just tell me what’s going on. Talk to me.”
Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. This was so fracking wrong. He sniffed. Now he’d picked up Adlar’s favorite cuss word. The tears ran faster.
“Varo? Can you hear me? Please, my princeling. Please respond.”
He squeezed his eyes close harder. He certainly never thought he’d hear such desperation in Adlar’s voice. Such pain. His Adlar wasn’t one to beg.
And now he was.
That star cursed Maylar. Varo opened his eyes. If he ever got his hands on Maylar, he’d happily kill that Helkan. As he watched the grid come closer on the screen, he knew he was running out of time. The shuttle’s radar showed an opening in the network’s grid. The shuttle was going to clear the network grind with no problem.
He cleared he grid with no problem. Of course. The one time he wished his vehicle would have been disabled it passes through no problem. There was a time not long ago he’d been celebrating such an easy escape.
Now all he could do was sit there and cry. Even that wasn’t going well for him. He couldn’t wipe the tears off his face as they trailed down his face. Cursed things tickled. There was a slight jerk as the wrap engine engaged almost immediately after clearing the grid.
It wouldn’t be long now.
He sincerely hoped the stun wore off before he reached Yesri air space. If he couldn’t talk to Space Control, they might blow him out of the sky. He was in a Helkan shuttle, after all. Then again, it wasn’t ever day a Helkan shuttle show up in Yesri space. They might just use a tractor beam on him instead.
He sat in the pilot seat, watching space zoom past. Not like he could do anything else. He snarled silently in his head as he tried to lift his hand. There was a tear slowly made its way down his cheek, over his jaw… and was now taking its sweet time winding its way down his neck.
What he wouldn’t give to be able to wipe his face. Or wrap his hands around Maylar’s throat. He distracted himself with thoughts of the other male turning blue under his hands, those yellow eyes of Maylar’s bulging.
His cheek twitched as he enjoyed the screen he’d painted in his mind. Oh yes, once Maylar passed out, he would.... Wait! His cheek twitched. Twitched ! He promptly shoved the pleasant daydream of strangling Maylar out of his head and focused on his face and… did it again!
Oh, that was the most glorious feeling ever.
Not only did his cheek twitch, his nose itched. Before he realized what he was doing, he’d wrinkled it in an effort to stop the itching. The itching spread over his body. Varo’s eyes crossed. Oh gods, the urge to scratch was madding.
Gritting his teeth… hey, he could grit his teeth! He glared at his right finger. Move your right index finger. Come on, move it! Move it now. It twitched, then moved. Yes! Varo fought back another round of tears.
He fought his body every step of the way, but right before they entered Yesri space, he regained control of his body. “Finally!”
Now that he could move, the first thing he did was try to override the shuttles navigation systems. If he could, he’d enter new coordinates and not end up in Yesri space. Anywhere was better than here. His fingers flew over the controls.
He slammed both fists down on the console. “Goddess, give me a break! Just one break!”
He couldn’t override the system. Panting, he looked as the shuttle signaled a decrease in speed. Everything slowed down as he dropped out of warp. And there before him was Yesri.
He was hailed immediately by the Yesri Space Control. “Unknown shuttle, identify yourself. You have entered Yesri air space. You have one unit minute to respond before we open fire.”
Varo blinked at the screen. “Well, that’s that. I die here. Shot down by my own people. Oh, the irony of that just—”
The shuttle’s control systems piped it. “Shuttle computer released. Manual control returned.”
Stunned, Varo stared at the shuttle’s panel. Then he leaped at the controls thankful to see Helkan technology was so similar to theirs. He knew how to work the shuttles control panel. “Oh stars! Thank you, Goddess!”
Frantically he opened a hailing channel and responded. “Yesri Space Control, this is Varo Kutchif. I repeat: this is Prince Varo Kutchif. Do not open fire. I repeat: Do not open fire! Scan, for stars sake, and verify that it’s me. I didn’t escape that nightmare of a planet to get shot down by my own people!”
Forgive me, Adlar, but they can’t know how much you mean to me or that I love you. I won’t give my father that kind of power over me. Or you.
Yesri Space Control responded instantly. “Helkan shuttle, stand by, but please halt descent.”
“Understood.” Now that he could access the shuttles controls, he did as they demanded.                                                          
“Scan completed. By the goddess, it’s great to see you, Prince Varo. Please continue descent. A tractor beam will engage shortly and bring you in. The king has been notified too. We’re so glad you’re okay.”
“Thank you,” Varo said. “It’s good to hear a familiar voice.” That’s a crock. I just want to go home.
Funny how home wasn’t what was in front of him. Varo collapsed in the pilot chair and stared out at the last place he wanted to be.
* * * *
Chaos ensued. Once he landed at the designated landing port, armed forces were waiting. This didn’t surprise him. Last anyone heard, he’d been taken hostage by the Helkans. No one escaped the Helkans. Ever.
But there he stood.
In a Helkan shuttle, no less. He envisioned the next several weeks full of nothing by debriefings and explanations. He’d decided to keep his versions of events as close to the truth as possible while on the way here.
The Yesri didn’t need to know he fell in love with his enemy, or that he planned to mate him. Nor did they need to know the male he loved was the only brother to the Helkan king. They also didn’t need to know he never planned to return, or that his loyalty was to Adlar… a Helkan.
If his father found out, he’d never see the light of day again. Or worse. His father would take him hostage to use against Adlar and the Helkan king. That was if he didn’t kill him outright. He and his father never got along well to begin with, and the male had a horrible temper.
After a guard thoroughly checked him for weapons, an armed escort took him the palace. No one spoke to him, for which he was grateful. He needed time to get his head straight and ready himself to lie through his teeth. And pray.
Once they arrived at the palace, the guards brought him to a private, well-furnished room. The floor was a gray stone shipped in from another planet. Very expensive, Varo knew. Also easy to clean. The walls were painted a lighter gray and bookcases lined one wall, the wood rich and dark. There were no windows. A table sat in the room laden with food and drink.
Varo wasn’t fooled. This was an interrogation room. Just one of the nicer ones. So they were going to get right to it, it appeared. Not even going to do a medical check to see if he had any injuries. Figured.
Varo was shocked to see only his father there. He’d assumed his father’s advisors would accompany him. Varo was wrong, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad one. It didn’t matter either way. Varo stared at the male who fathered him.
King Drea Kutchif was an imposing male. He was the same height as Varo, but there the similarities ended. His Majesty had a barrel chest and massive arms that held an impressive amount of tattoos. With that chest and arms came a belly that stuck out over equally massive legs.
Other species often mistakenly thought his father was overweight and out of shape. They didn’t understand that layer of fat covered hardcore muscles. King Drea had the training of a warrior too, and was deadly. Deadly with a temper was never a good match. As a child Varo had seen the male snap an enemy’s neck.
King Drea indicated to the chair across from him with the bejeweled cup he held. “We are very interested in hearing your tale, son.”
Varo barely kept from rolling his eyes. His father employed the royal ‘we’ when referring to himself. So self-important. It annoyed him endlessly. Varo never heard Omori do that.
Varo silently braced himself. “Where would my Royal Highness like me to begin?”
King Drea waved his hand. “At the beginning, where else?”

It was going to be a long day.
TBC

Pride Promotions Building Bonds (Kiss of Leather 1) by Morticia Knight and Giveaway!

Author Name: Morticia Knight
Book Name: Building Bonds (Kiss of Leather 1)
Release Date: August 26, 2015Blurb(s):
Kyle’s a natural sub who builds dungeon furniture, yet has no interest in BDSM. It takes a hunky Dom to show him just what he’s been missing.
After Kyle’s partner of five years leaves him for another man on the night of their housewarming party, the shy early thirties carpenter needs to do a serious reassessment of his life in addition to raising some serious cash. With no one else to help him pay the lease on his Los Angeles condo, he worries how he’ll survive. His best friend sets up a meeting with one of the Doms and partners at Kiss of Leather, a gay BDSM Club being built as a premiere destination for those who want the best of the best.
Master Gavin not only wants the best – he demands it. When he meets Kyle, he assumes that part of the builder’s reticence to share anything personal with him must be due to his experiences with an abusive former Master. Not one to back down from a challenge, Gavin determines to break through the walls surrounding the beautiful man he can’t get out of his mind. He’s certain that once he convinces Kyle to sign an initial contract, Kyle might be the first sub to open up his heart.
Misunderstandings and accusations almost destroy everything between them before it has a chance to begin. However, the true obstacle becomes not only whether Kyle will embrace BDSM as a lifestyle, but whether he can handle a fulltime D/s relationship with a big bad scary Dom who’s as sexy as hell.

Pages or Words: 173 pages
Categories: BDSM, M/M Romance, Romance
Excerpt:“I don’t have to be naked, right? You’re sure I won’t have to be naked?” Kyle sucked in a gulp of air. “Of course, if everyone else is and I’m not…Oh God, they’ll all be staring at me. Maybe I should be naked.”Gavin stepped from the shower and the sight of his stunning frame with his semi-erect cock swaying, rivulets of water trailing down his beautiful skin over his rock hard abs - it made him want to…“Kyle. Did you hear what I said?”“Huh?”Gavin chuckled then advanced on him. He grabbed Kyle by his nape then pulled him in for a deep kiss. He broke their connection, except he kept his hand circled around Kyle’s neck, holding him there, safe.“No one expects you to be naked, least of all me. You have a wonderful body that I hope you’ll someday allow others to see, but tonight isn’t about pushing your boundaries.”“Are you kidding me? They’re not being pushed, they’re being trampled.”“Kyle. Now would be a good time to remember that you need to address me properly at all times.”“Oh. Sorry. Are you kidding me, Master?”Gavin narrowed his eyes at him. “We’ll revisit the tone of your voice later. I don’t want to be late.”Kyle’s eyes widened. He was such a mass of jangled nerves about going to the dungeon owned and run by Gavin’s friend, he hadn’t noticed how his words might’ve come across. “I amsorry. I’m just a little freaked out, that’s all.”Gavin placed another light kiss on his lips. “All right. I’ll let it go this time. I’ll also acknowledge that I might be on the verge of trampling your boundaries. But I think you can handle it and I believe you’ll do very, very well. Focus on your desire to make me proud and let everything else fall away.” Gavin stroked Kyle’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Your safewords always apply, no matter where we are, boy.”Kyle took in another deep breath. “Okay. Thank you. That helped. I just don’t want to, I mean, of course I want to make you proud, but won’t people be expecting you to have someone more, uh, not only experienced, but either super pretty and twinky or hot and-““Stop it. Don’t say another word or there will be a punishment and it’ll involve the cock cage with the penis plug I showed you.”Oh shit.“Please. Not that.”“Then remember how stunning I think you are and how angry it makes me that you would denigrate my beautiful boy.” Gavin pulled him close, nuzzling him behind his ear, placing soft kisses on his skin. “I want only you.”

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About the author:
Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.
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