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Ready for some steamy fang filled fun?

Blood, sex, and love.

You shouldn’t always run away from things that go bump in the night… Evernight presents thirteen erotic vampire tales to sink your teeth into. Follow the moon’s glow through the shadows and let these delicious immortal alphas show you just how satisfying eternal life can be.

JUST VAMPS

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM & MMF), anal sex, forced seduction, BDSM.   13 Author Erotic Vampire Anthology Chatting with a Vampire by Thayer KingBlood for Blood by Robin BadilloSoul Reunion by Naomi ClarkBlood Bond by Annalynne RussoHaunted by Melissa HosackOnce Upon a Fantasy by Hennessee AndrewsFly by Night by Vanessa DevereauxFangs for the Memory by Rebecca BrochuEternally Theirs by Lani RheaLiving the Dream by Doris O’ConnorThe Last Hallow’s Eve by Jean Maxwell13 Raven Road by Misty BurkeThe Red Dress by Ella GreyNow in order to celebrate this magnificent release we authors are inviting you all to take place in a blog hop where you will have several opportunities to win a free copy of this to die for anthology!My story, Fangs for the Memory is included in this wonderful anthology!

Erica isn't looking for love but when she gets dragged to a bar called Fangs by her best friend Veronica she's in for a night that might just change her life. In a world where the existence of vampires is common knowledge will Erica let the dashing Dashiell sweep her off her feet? Or will she send him packing and go back to movie nights with her cat?

For your chance to win a copy from me simply do the following:Follow this blogLike my author's fan page:  Author Rebecca BrochuLike the Just Vamps fan page:  Just VampsLeave a comment on this blog with your email attached so that you can be reached.

Thank you to all of the wonderful people who participated!!

Well I'm happy to say that the winner of my giveaway and two free titles is none other than Angie Adair!!

Thank you so much for coming to celebrate with us Angie!

Welcome to the Evernight Publishing birthday blog h...

 Welcome to the Evernight Publishing birthday blog hop! Evernight Publishing opened its doors two years ago. In those two years we’ve signed over one hundred and sixty authors and published over three hundred books. From paranormal to contemporary, we’ve had more best sellers than we can count and made thousands of people smile, sigh and gasp. So, as a thank you to all our readers and everyone who has supported us, we’re holding this blog hop and we have a whole lot of prizes to offer you. Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each author on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering the following grand prizes, a Kindle, a $100 Amazon gift certificate, two Evernight swag bags (which includes a tote, a tee, vouchers, a mug and other coolness) and a personalized Facebook banner. To be in with a chance of winning the author prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning a grand prize! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/#!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so. Good luck and happy hopping!
Hello!  It's Rebecca and I just wanted to let everyone know that in honor of Evernight's birthday I will be giving away two books of your choice to a lucky winner!  All of my work can be found in the tabs so give them a browse and see which ones peak your interest!  Also be sure to stop by all the other amazing blogs on the list below.  Here's to a very Happy Birthday to Evernight!  

Adonis Is Back!

Oh do I have a treat for you!  Adonis Devereux is back on the blog today with a steamy new release!!





Thank you for having us today! We're thrilled to share with you and all your readers our sixth novel from Evernight Publishing. This book, A Lotus for the Regent, is the second book in our Lotus Trilogy, stories about influential courtesans and their political and amorous entanglements with powerful men from neighboring kingdoms.
We would like to give away a free copy of A Lotus for the Regent to one lucky commenter, so let us know below what you think of the teaser!
One more thing: if you haven't read book one, The Soldier's Lotus, yet, don't worry! It's only 99 cents at Amazon now for a limited time (I hope it's still on sale there!). This is your perfect opportunity to begin your adventures in our fantasy world of Gilalion!
***************The Lotus Trilogy, 2
Ajalira is a woman trapped, one who, for honor's sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus Guild to be made into a courtesan and assassin. When war sends the Regent to the Guild, Ajalira's honor kindles Kamen's broken heart, but can even the love of the Regent protect Ajalira from her past? The war threatens to tear them apart, and Ajalira must choose between her past and her love, while her honor, more precious than her life, hangs in the balance.
Be Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex, orgies, violence.
***************
            “So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing Darien by the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”Darien's eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”The slave hurried into the room.“Let it be written,” Kamen said.Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid out everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the document.Kamen returned to Ajalira's side. “What is your family name?”“Zomalin.”Kamen did not know that name. “I'm going to sign the parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us then.”Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen's arm, running her fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up perfectly straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her desire for him.Kamen looked over the document, and it read just as he wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone would hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen filled in Ajalira's full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.“Congratulations, old friend,” Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked back over to Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I must take you now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to the coupling, and then he will sign and leave.”Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew this, but when she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of embarrassment in her expression. He resolved then to make it a token penetration. He would not fuck her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked Saerileth in front of him. When he finished, he wanted to be alone with Ajalira.Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed her skirts up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood rushed through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took off his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen's cock as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be quick.“I cannot give you my virginal blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of shame.“Don't think that way, my love.” Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know you were a Lotus, but that's all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your honor intact.”Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her eyes.Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his long cock against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet it, and then he slipped the head inside her. Ajalira licked her tightly drawn lips and moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him to drive himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her alone. Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten he knew was inside her.Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the Lord Admiral nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away. Once he was gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood up.“What's wrong?” Ajalira asked.Kamen reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Nothing. Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the room, right in front of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.“Is everything all right?” Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of her dress. He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half. Ajalira gasped but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked breasts, which heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen yanked away the torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle, dividing it into two halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only let a sly smile hint at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it, holding it against one post of the bed.“What are you doing?” Ajalira asked.Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her wrist, tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other wrist, and when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes. She knew what was coming, and she loved it.But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted any Lotus trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks were not as big as Sunjaa's.Kamen's erect, black penis bounced before him as he walked in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you've had before me. You shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and stroked his penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh, you want this?”Ajalira nodded vigorously.“Not yet.”Ajalira whimpered again.“Yours is the last pussy I'll ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the insides of her knees, spreading her legs apart.**************
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Don't forget that the first book, The Soldier's Lotus, is only 99 cents at Amazon for a limited time! Happy reading!

Alex Bowman with Laying Down the Lawman!!

I am thrilled to have Alex Bowman on the blog today with her newest release Laying Down the Lawman!!

Laying Down the LawmanThe Soul Collectors, 2Sheriff Jason McCall has been entrusted by his community to protect and serve.  When dead bodies start littering the morgue, his investigations lead him to a world of creatures he never believed in.  Questioning his own sanity, he closes in on the killers, never expecting to be attracted to one of the things that go bump in the night.
Elia comes to the area when he senses a spike in evil energy, knowing the Hell Demon Horde is behind the rash of deaths.  When he’s nearly arrested by the local sheriff, he’s tempted to let the sexy lawman put him in cuffs and have his wicked way with him. 
Bodies collide as they find solace in each other.  Jason’s weary of joining their fight, bound by the oath he gave his neighbors.  So, Elia pulls out all the stops to lay down his lawman.
Be Warned: m/m sex.
Laying Down the Lawman


Excerpt:“Hands up where I can see them.”
Elia looked the human over, seeing the uniform of a lawman in the dim light, the moon casting a glint over the tin star on the man’s chest.  Law or not, there was a chance this man was working with Molock, so he needed to tread carefully.  He lifted his hands up and signaled his surrender, which was anything but.  At first chance, he would subdue the male and continue his perusal.
“Come out into the light so I can see you better.  Keep the hands up.”
Elia stepped forward and into the full moon’s illumination, shifting back into his human form before doing so.  Apparently he’d not been quick enough.
“Dammit, you’re one of them, aren’t you?”
Elia couldn’t help but bristle at the term them, or the way the man spit it out.  “One of what, officer?”
“Don’t play me.  If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, then it’s a duck.”
Elia couldn’t help but chuckle.  “Quack, quack.”
The gun trained on him never wavered.  Elia stopped laughing as he saw Chastity get out of the car from the corner of his eye.
“Chastity?  What are you doing up here?”  The man never removed his eyes from Elia.  Smart man.
“Aww, Sheriff McCall, whatchu got your gun out for?  This gentleman has been nothing but nice to me.”
“Well, this gentleman seems to have put himself in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“How’s that, sheriff?  Is there a law against stopping in to see if a friend is home?”
“A friend?”  The sheriff lowered his voice an octave, as if he didn’t want Chastity to hear what he had to say.  
“I know what you freaks are doing up here.  There’ll be no more killings in my county.  Is that why you brought her up here, to drain her blood and pitch her body into the river like the others?”
Drain her blood?  Elia’s mind spun as he tried to insert that knowledge into what he already knew.
Was Molock working with vamps? 
Mother-fucker.  He looked the sheriff over one more time, wondering if he should keep playing dumb or if he needed to lay some of his cards out on the table to offer to share a little information.  The officer could potentially help give him more of the intel he would need to take down the demon, to see what they were up to and how wide the net spread.
“Sheriff, you’ve got it all wrong.  You really do.  I’m on your side in this.  I saw all the strange disappearances in Jackson and came here to help.  I’m a demon hunter.”  Elia took a tentative step forward, knowing if he could get close enough, he could tell the sheriff to release him and to forget everything that had just happened.  If he could just get a good look into the man’s eyes.
“Stay the fuck back.”
Elia took another tentative step closer.  “Molock has left a trail of dead bodies in his wake before.  I can help you.”
The gun never moved or shook.  Elia felt an instant of respect for the man behind the weapon.  “I said, stand your ground.  Do not move closer or I will shoot you.”
“Now, sheriff, I’m not trying to hurt anyone. I just came out here to see what Molock was up to and to see how to stop him.”  Elia was only a few feet away now and could finally get a good look at the sheriff’s face.  
He was younger than Elia expected, his skin smooth.  The wide brim of his Stetson cast a shadow over half his face, but the wide mouth was expressive, the lips curved and bowed.  The peppering of beard growth just made the male all the more attractive.  A twinkling light came from where his eyes should be.
Elia captured the stare as best he could, staring at where those twinkles were.  “You’ll release me now, and let the woman go.  We were never here.”
“What kind of bullshit is that?”
Elia grimaced.  Apparently, he’d not gotten a good enough look into the man’s eyes when he’d issued the command.  He’d need to get closer, pop the hat off him.  He took another carefully measured step.
“I will not hesitate to shoot you.  Take one more step and you’re gonna have a hole in you.”Elia knew he needed to be quick.  He’d have to jump the sheriff and pin him to the ground, get the ridiculous cowboy hat off him and capture his stare.  Once it was all over, the human would never realize what had even happened.  In the blink of an eye, he pounced, but not before the human let off a round from his gun.  
Elia was too fast and the bullet didn’t get him in the intended spot, but rather, slipped just past his shoulder, nicking him.
The pain lanced through his arm, but he couldn’t stop until he had gotten the officer to forget him.  Tumbling him to the ground, he soon landed on top of the human and wrestled him for the gun.  The thing went off in their hands, hitting the Mercedes on the side.  Dammit, my car!  He heard Chastity scream and begin running, her feet sounding over the pebbled drive.
Elia somehow knocked the hat from the man and saw him for the first time, Elia not needing as much light to see in the moonlit night.   A strong brow covered the most intense set of green eyes he’d ever seen.  An aquiline nose ended above those firm lips, taut cheeks sloped down to a firm jaw.  The man was absolutely stunning.
He tried to ignore the jade green and how incredibly beautiful those eyes were.  He also tried to ignore how turned on he was getting, too, the strapping man fighting with incredible strength below him.  He tried to ignore how rock hard his cock was already becoming. Books in THE SOUL COLLECTORS Series:
Losing His ReligionLaying Down the Lawman

Lorraine Nelson with Love on the Rocks!

I'm happy to bring you all yet another wonderful sneak peak by another talented author!  Today on the blog we have Lorraine Nelson with her new release Love on the Rocks!





When Sara attempts to save her daughter, she may also be escaping a fate worse than an abusive boyfriend…she may be running away from true love. The big question is: Which man will find her first?
Sara Compton, normally strong, independent, and fun-loving, is deeply distressed at having to abandon her baby, but she has neither money nor home and is hiding from an abusive and obsessive ex-boyfriend. The only way to keep her child safe is to give her up.
Anthony Jacobs has sworn off women due to a previous relationship gone sour. He finds the child, takes her home, and arranges care for her. When he places a public call for a nanny and a lovely woman arrives who seems to have a rapport with the abandoned baby, he hires her on the spot.
Sara is fraught with guilt and tension at the possibility of being found out. What will Anthony think of her if—or when—he finds out the truth? To add to her worries, trouble arises in the form of Sara’s ex-boyfriend, who appears on the scene with custody papers in hand. She makes a hasty escape, her daughter in tow, but in the process of avoiding the evil Elliot Saunders, is she leaving behind her one true love?

Now doesn't that sound fascinating?  But wait there's more!  Check out this wonderful excerpt!
Love on the Rocks - Excerpt
"Since you slaved away to prepare such a feast, I insist on doing the washing up."

"What? No beeper?" Caroline chided.

"Not tonight. Guess I was too tired to arrange a get-a-way. I'll have to do better tomorrow," Anthony said with a wink and a chuckle.
Picking up Charity, she shot back, saying, "That figures. Oh, well, I'll enjoy tonight's respite and take our little princess upstairs to get her cleaned up. What do you think of that, sweetheart?"

"Fine with me," Anthony answered unexpectedly, then must have caught himself because he turned back to look at them as Caroline erupted into laughter. "Uh, you weren't talking to me just then, were you?" he asked sheepishly.

"No, but you sure do look good in red," she quipped, giggling at his embarrassment as she went on her way.

Anthony could hear her giggles as she went up the back stairs. To his astonishment, he had truly enjoyed thinking she'd called him 'Sweetheart,' and it had seemed so natural, too.

Oh, boy! Am I ever in big trouble, he told himself as he realized he'd fallen head over heels for the woman. What am I going to do now? How do I find out if she feels the same without bringing on a sexual harassment suit? Why did she have to be Charity's nanny...an employee...and a darn good one at that! He didn't want to scare her into running away. Think, Anthony! Think! He knew he'd figure out something. He'd just have to play it by ear and take a chance when the opportunity arose. 

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Lover Unexpected: Manlove Edition

It's that time again!!

Release time!

Today I'm celebrating the release of the Lover Unexpected:  Manlove Edition from Evernight Publishing.  I'm honored to be a part of this wonderful line up and I encourage everyone to stop by and pick up a copy of this anthology.  There are so many wonderful authors in this collection and each story is sure to tantalize and please!



Lover Unexpected:  Manlove Edition
Best friends make the best lovers? Indeed they do. There’s nothing more exciting than discovering that the person you already share everything with is the one you want sharing your bed.Join us for ten tales of sexy and decadent discoveries as these gloriously hot men find all the love, lust and orgasmic delight they could ever want—closer than they expected. Be Warned: m/m sex 10 Author AnthologySqueezable by Penelope RiversA Little Bendy by Erin M. LeafBeing Stupid by Sean MichaelQuench by Xondra DayComing Home by K. WilliamsBetween Marriage and an Octopus by Rebecca BrochuGetting Wade by Shawn LaneGypsy Psychics Can't Be Wrong by Giselle RenardeJay's Addiction by Chrissie LeeDiamond: The Men of Rock Candy by Alex Bowman

Talbot's Ploy by Kastil Eavenshade

BLURB:
Talbot Sauvageot has kept his wicked lifestyle underground for several years, going from one lover to the next. Decedent rake to females by day, passionate lover for his latest male companion at night. When he is forced to flee Paris or face the guillotine, Talbot realizes none of the men he has bedded over the past years burns at his soul like his dear friend Maxime LaRue.Forced into seclusion in the forest of Bois de Lunor, he receives an invitation from Maxime for their yearly gathering at his estate in Varanguebec. One that Talbot has avoided the past few years. Refusing to submit to a life without love, Talbot schemes to discover if his childhood friend shares the same taste in pleasure as he.Will Maxime submit to Talbot’s ploy or cast his friend in the shadow of death?
Excerpt:On the patio, Talbot inhaled the heavenly scent of roses. None of Marcel’s changes had taken hold, as if Maxime’s mother willed his icy touch away. Out in the thicket of it, Maxime strolled through the moss-covered rock pathways. Talbot smiled when his friend noticed his presence and quickened his step. The only thing that would heighten the moment for Talbot was a lover’s embrace, but he knew better than to expect that.“My friend.” Maxime smacked Talbot’s back. “I was afraid you would be too busy whoring through Paris to come.”Talbot snorted. “I have more refined tastes. As it were, my recent affair ended quite abruptly, I fear. I am currently in hiding from a very angry father.”Maxime laughed. “Excellent, you old rake. Perhaps you and I can sample the local fair before the others arrive?”“I am famished for such delicacies.” Talbot chuckled. His gaze traveled the length of Maxime’s physique before peering off into the garden. “Your mother’s hand was like an artist plying their trade. It is still breathtaking after all these years.”“My father does not speak of her.” Maxime sighed.“Your father is a fool. He did not give you time to grief before sending you off. Not that I minded your company at the mansion of my tutor.” Talbot grinned.“Hah. You barely remember my presence. Monsieur LaVigne had you under thumb for all your pranks.” Maxime waved for Talbot to follow him down the path to the gardens.“I quite enjoyed myself, yes.” Talbot sucked in a breath, Maxime’s waistcoat the latest fashion and short enough to give him ample view of his muscled behind. The growing bulge in his breeches threatened to betray him. Talbot whisked his thoughts away.“It seems someone cannot wait for us to hunt a willing vixen.” Maxime smirked and glanced briefly at Talbot’s tightness.“Pardon, my friend, I have had a long journey without the aid of release.” He covered his growing manhood.“No worries, Talbot. Come.” He crooked a finger. “Remember that hideaway place where you and I would indulge in manners that would have our fathers cracking a switch over our offending hands?”“Oui. Some of the best times had by defying our fathers, eh?” And the sight of your cock, Talbot added inwardly. “For our part, we did bring back a stag or two on our hunts.”“You are a better shot than I, thankfully. Shall we make ready for an evening in the village? ‘Twould do ill to your reputation to finish before satisfying your lover.”Talbot’s hungry gaze flitted the length of Maxime’s body as his friend turned his back to go further down the trail. The familiarity of the scenery and the chance to see what a man Maxime had become excited him. In a copse of trees, hidden from plain sight, the cabin made of limbs and vines stood out to him.“Enjoy yourself, my friend. I still have a few amenities inside.”“I cannot believe your father never found this place.” Talbot laughed. His hand glided along the outside seeking the one cluster of branches that would give him entry.“My father never found out about a lot of our adventures.” Maxime picked up a few pebbles off the ground and tossed them into the thicket.“We learned a lot from each other, mon ami.”“Oui.”Talbot smiled as the opening revealed itself. He squeezed through. Inside, the natural bench made out of a few flat stones stood on one side and a thick tallow candle rested on a thick root. When they hunted in the forest, the small space became shelter from a passing storm or a place to rest without worry of being found by Maxime’s father.They also used it for more sinful urges, something Talbot’s father found a natural habit that needed taming by a skilled courtesan and one that Maxime’s father thought a repulsive indulgence for those bound to the service of Hell.Talbot opened the front of his pants, and his cock spilled free. His fingers caressed the tip before he rubbed the tallow to use as a barrier and natural lubrication. Through the tangled vines, he spied Maxime glancing back periodically. His perfect lips and defined shape captivated Talbot.
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Katherine Wyvern's Head Shy!

I have the complete honor of having Katherine Wyvern's new short Head Shy on the blog today everyone!   Hello! This short story, Head Shy, is the third book in the Cydonian Tales series which started in December 2011 with Black Carnival. It is however a prequel to my debut novel, and can be read before the other books, as a little glimpse in the world of Cydonia.My debut novel, Black Carnival, was set in NeuVenedig, the Cydonian capital. It was what the reviewers call “light on plot” (I call it, more space for smut). In White Sands and Head Shy the other books in the same series, I wanted to tell a bit more about the world of Cydonia and the characters in it. I wanted to paint more of the background picture. In Head Shy we meet the Sand Riders, on their own, in their natural element, the desert. There is a bit of an ecological theme in this book, a topic that interests me very much, and I had much fun imagining the flora and fauna of the planet, of which you get a little glimpse, along and among the Romance scenes.I hope you enjoy this teaser, and if you leave a comment below, you might be the lucky winner of a free pdf copy of the book. Don’t forget to include your mail address J
Now if that hasn't captured your interest check out this amazing cover and the blurb to go along with it!!






Blurb:On the desert planet Cydonia, Lune, a naturalist and explorer, is assigned a new trainee. The young Rider is supposed to follow him everywhere to learn the skills of his trade.

Lune would gladly be spared the trouble, especially when informed that the boy has been formerly apprenticed to a vicious and abusive Rider, and likely to be difficult and traumatized. But when Laz’law, a stunningly beautiful, fiercely touchy creature enters his life, Lune has no choice other than to employ his horse-whisperer’s patience to earn his trust and win his love.
Doesn't it sound marvelous?  But once again if this isn't enough to get your attention then take a peek at this excerpt.
Excerpt:
When Lune entered the small locker room by the stable yard he was a bit disappointed to hear the water running in one of the showers. He was tired, dusty and sweaty, and he really just wanted to scrub himself clean and then go home. The thought of meeting somebody and having to chat and be social made him feel vaguely sick. He wondered who had stayed at the yard so long. It was a holiday, after all. He unbuttoned his shirt quickly and stuffed it into his locker, hoping to hide in a different shower before whoever it was came out, but it was too late. The water stopped, and the shower door opened. He turned to look and nearly keeled over senseless when Laz’law, of all people, stepped out of it. He had a towel around his middle and was dripping wet. He had a dark, combative look in his eyes, but he relaxed somewhat when he saw Lune.“Oh,” he said, “it’s you. I had no idea you were even around today.”Lune sat down on a bench and with some effort said, “Came to trim some horses. For a friend. Thought you were off with your pals.”“Oh, no,” said Laz’law, “I didn’t go after all. Too busy. I studied, and then I came to play with the mare for a while. Trustworthy, see? And by now I can tell you anything you could possibly want me to know about every bleeding plant, beast, and bug that lives between here and Arnia. You’ll have to take me with you. I’m your living encyclopedia. You’ll need me.” He flipped the towel off his waist and began rubbing his head with it.“Mh-h,” said Lune, out of general considerations that this wasn’t a good moment to trust his voice. He watched Laz’law in something like a stupor while the young man rubbed the towel on his head, face, and throat. He was lean and sculpted like a racing thoroughbred, with not an inch of softness about him, and every muscle bow-string-taut under the shiny, wet, dark skin. His chest bulged out exactly enough, strong without heaviness; his stomach was as neatly and squarely lined as a chocolate bar, and his cock …Laz’law took the towel off his head and looked at him. “Come on, man, ask me any question! Test time!”“Uh …” said Lune, looking down. Don’t look into his eye, he thought. Never let a shy horse know you are after him. Never cross his path. Approach sideways, make for the shoulder. Keep your head down. Don’t look into his eye. Don’t look into his eyes. Don’t look into those damned eyes, Lune.He swallowed. “I don’t know. Tell me about snakes, to begin with.” He bit his lower lip. Snakes? he thought. Can’t you be a bit more obvious, you demented old sucker? He crossed his legs tightly to keep his fast-growing hard-on from showing.Laz’law launched into a fast-paced description of every living species of snake known on Cydonia, specifying size, coloring, habitat and distinguishing features. He did sound like a living encyclopedia. Lune wondered when he had done all this reading, but then, like so many other rebellious youngsters he had known, he was scarily keen when he put his mind to it.“And these are the snakes you can eat,” Laz’law said proudly, before rattling out the whole bleeding list of them. Lune bent down to lean his elbows on his knees and his forehead on his palms, aiming for an overall look of weary but concentrated attention and peering at him sideways, from under his thumb. It would keep the bulge in his pants out of view, but he was going to die of it. He made a mental note to wear somewhat softer trousers next time he was around Laz’law.Oh lord, he thought, shifting painfully, so this is the day I get a sprained cock, yes?Laz’law stood there talking, exhibiting his nakedness now with the total forgetfulness of the true sportsman. He had toweled his breast dry, and his skin was like matte bronze. But some water still clung in the hollow of his throat, and one drop began a shiny descent along his torso, outlining every perfect bulge and groove of his chest and belly. He had two twin silver-derm tattoos on his chest, paw-prints of sorts, as if a particularly loving and artistic panther had dipped its feet in silver paint and then laid them on his breast, side by side. Lune swallowed again. Another drop of water ran down Laz’law’s body. He toweled the inside of his legs and his narrow, perfect hips. He passed the towel under his balls, and round his cock, which fell back and bounced around, inviting…
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Love in the Land of Fire on sale today!!

So I'm proud to announce that my newest piece Love in the Land of Fire is finally on sale!!  This particular story has been my baby for some time now and I hope that it gets treated well now that it's going out into the world.
I've not really given out much information on this piece so let me give you all the rundown now.


BLURB:
In a world where one is either the ruler or the ruled, Enforcer Josiah Marx takes a case and finds himself drawn to Rafe Zweil, a submissive with a complicated past. Josiah has given up on finding love, but the new man sparks new feelings and brings out the dominant in him.
Can the two overcome all the obstacles that stand between them to find love in the Land of Fire?



Oh just re-reading the blurb gets me so excited and I wrote it!  But wait there's more!  Look at this cover. 



Isn't it gorgeous?  I swear Sour Cherry Designs really outdid themselves on this one.
Now enough about all that and on to the part you're all waiting for.
That's right, the EXCERPT!
Be Warned: BDSM, m/m sex, spanking, rimming.
EXCERPT:


“Shit!”  Josiah immediately holsters his gun, wraps one hand around Rafe’s shoulder and spins him around until they’re face to face.  Anger flares through him, anger at himself for not recognizing the other male sooner, anger at Rafe for not being where he was supposed to be in the first place.  It all comes spilling out of him before he can think twice about it.
    “What in the fuck were you doing?  What in the hell possessed you to leave the apartment?  I’ve seen your test scores, Zweil, so you’ve got no excuse for acting like a fucking idiot!”
    Josiah shakes Rafe hard once before letting go of the submissive as if burned.  Raking a hand through his blond hair he stalks towards the nearest switch and turns the dial all the way up until the apartment is flooded with light.  In the now bright room he can see Rafe’s face clearly, can see an anger that matches his own rising up in the man, which is at odds with the mostly meek behaviorhe’s shown to Josiah since they’ve been together.
    “I wasn’t aware that I was a prisoner, Marx, or that you’re apparently my warden.  Although I suppose that was a foolish assumption to make.  After all a cage is still a cage even if the bars are pretty this time around.”
    “Damn it all to hell, Rafe, that’s not what I meant and you fucking know it!”
    “Are you sure about that, Josiah?  Do you really not want to keep me locked away, hidden from the outside world like every-fucking-body else seems to?”
    Josiah has no control over himself as he lunges forward, buries one hand in Rafe’s silky hair and yanks the submissive forward.  Their lips meet harshly, all teeth and no finesse and Josiah runs his tongue roughly along the seam of Rafe’s mouth, a pleased growl rumbling in his chest when the he opens for him.  Josiah sweeps inside, his tongue tangling hotly with Rafe’s even as he begins to crowd the submissive against the nearest wall.
    They fit together perfectly, the long lean plains of Rafe’s body slotting into the more thickly muscled valleys of Josiah’s as if they’d been carved from the same single piece of stone, broken and divided and only now reunited.  Josiah groans low in his throat at the feel of Rafe pressed against him and his cock hardens instantly at the combined sensations of touch and taste.  Rafe echoes his groan and the sound of pleasure from the submissive doubles Josiah’s arousal, making him helpless to do anything but press closer, driving their bodies together and Rafe further against the wall.
    Their tongues slide against and around each other, spit slick and eager to taste, to consume one another.  Josiah knew it would be like this, knew it would be perfect and all-consuming the moment he laid eyes on Rafe.  His hand loosens its tight grip in Rafe’s hair and slides slowly through the cool, thick locks to curl firmly around the back of the submissive’s neck, unable to control the impulse to completely dominate the other male.  Rafe breaks the kiss, gasping for air and moaning openly as his head tips back, pressing deeper into the grip on his neck and exposing his throat and collar to Josiah’s hungry gaze. 
    It’s an instinctual move, the desire to show off for a dominant, the urge to entice a fitting and worthy partner with his unclaimed status, and the sight of it has Josiah practically snarling in victory.  Rafe wants him as well, wants to be claimed on some level as much as Josiah wants to be the one doing the claiming.  If he didn’t, if their desires didn’t match to some degree, Rafe would not respond so beautifully, would not be showing off his collar and trying to entice Josiah into claiming him.
    His hand tightens slightly, as his head dips down until he can taste Rafe’s neck, can rack teeth and tongue across the tempting expanse, and suck tiny bruises into the vulnerable skin.  He runs his tongue across the smooth surface of the collar, tongue flirting with the inlaid rubies and dragging lightly across the sensitive area where silver meets skin.  Rafe bucks against him and Josiah tightens his hand in reprimand, pleased and aroused when he can actually feel Rafe’s knees weaken at the silent command even as the submissive obeys and stills.
    Josiah pulls himself away from the mesmerizing taste and feel of Rafe, dragging his lips and tongue up across the exposed side of his neck so that he can whisper hotly in the submissive’s ear.
    “Such a good boy, Rafe, such a sweet, beautiful boy.  You were made to be ruled, made for me to own.”
    He claims Rafe’s mouth in another searing kiss, reveling in the breathless gasp and shaky moan it prompts.
    “You’ll be so pretty for me, won’t you?  So sweet and delicious when I have you begging, wanting what only I can give you.  I can’t wait to have you bare and spread open before me.”
    Rafe shudders, a full body tremor that Josiah can feel perfectly, and it goes straight to his cock.  He urges Rafe’s arms above his head with his free hand before grasping them both tightly and pinning them back against the wall.  He feels Rafe go still against him, the tiny, almost unnoticed rocking of his hips stopping abruptly, but it doesn’t really register with him, doesn’t penetrate the fog of lust and need that’s slowly taking him over.
    “P-Please, Josiah.” 
    The plea comes out quietly, almost too quietly, and when Josiah hears it he takes it as a plea for more, more touch, more sensation.  Just more.  So he rocks his body against Rafe’s again as he mouths at the sensitive skin behind his ear.  He loves the feel of his cock rubbing against the submissive’s, even muted as it is by the multiple layers of leather and cloth.  It’s a heady feeling, something he wants more of even though it’s enough to drive him mad.  He wants Rafe bare, wants to feel all of that silky skin against his own as he takes the other man down and apart.
    “Oh the things I’ll make you do.  I’ll make you love me and what I can give you.”~~~~~~~~~~Now if that's caught your interest I hope you'll pick up a copy of Love in the Land of Fire and then drop back by and tell me what you think!!BUY LINK:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/love-in-the-land-of-fire-by-rebecca-brochu/