Tempeste O'Riley's Blog, page 14
January 30, 2016
Winner Chosen….
Drum roll please as Mr. Random (from http://random.org) picks our lovely winner!
tick tock… tick tock… tick tock…
and the winner is… … … Michele!
Michele, please check your email as I’ve sent you information on collecting your prize!
January 26, 2016
Paranormal Romance Guild 2015 Awards!
Guess what? Whiskers of a Chance made it to the final round in the PRG Review’s Choice Awards along with some other great reads (seriously, who’s not addicted to the THIRDS series???! and why aren’t you??!???!?!!!!!) But I wanted to share how Whiskers did and who else finished with me 
M/M Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy Novel
1st place winner: Against the Grain – Charlie Cochet
2nd place winner: Ink and Shadows – Rhys Ford
January 23, 2016
#RainbowSnippets: Dreamers’ Destiny – 01/23/16–01/24/16
Follow along at Rainbow Snippets, founded by Charley Descoteaux for all the great teasers!
My snippet is 6 sentences from my upcoming book, Dreamers’ Destiny, due out in April 2016 from Dreamspinner Press. Dreamers’ Destiny is m/m, erotic romance. Here you get to meet our two lovely MCs, well, sorta, lol….
Oh, and 18+ only please 
Hope you enjoy!
* * *
Liam shifted his weight as he straddled Cameron’s hips and positioned himself so his hard cock settled in the valley of Cam’s tight little butt. He loved how Cam’s ass rounded, how there were those prominent little divots near the top that begged for his tongue to dip into. As he looked down at his lover, his gaze automatically traced the tattoo that covered his back and cheeks. He loved the sensual way the wings arched and curled over his shoulder blades and trailed down the sides of his back, the last bit cupping his firm ass. The Celtic knot in the center framed the slight bumps down his spine in such a way he couldn’t help but trace them on his way down. The gold and silver ink contrasted beautifully against Liam’s creamy, pale skin.
* * *
Blurb:
Liam Grady is the owner of the Feathered Quill, a quirky little bookstore in Asheville, and—though he doesn’t realize it yet—a dreamwalker. His last relationship failed almost a year ago, and he’s not had the interest or nerve to pursue anyone he’s met since.
Cameron Danu is a tattoo artist from rural Georgia. Cameron is left without a job after his boss, Jose, is forced to close the shop after a heart attack. When Cameron learns Jose has set up an interview for him at a small tattoo parlor in Asheville, he hopes for a fresh start in a new town.
Fate brings Cameron and Liam together, and they realize they’ve met before—in their dreams. A chance encounter and a winged tattoo might lead them to their destiny—if fear doesn’t turn their dreams into a nightmare.
* * *
Don’t forget about the #Giveaway going on! Win a free audiobook HERE
January 20, 2016
#Win an #Audiobook of Designs of Desire or Caged Sanctuary!
Who loves audio?
Well, if you do, stay tuned 
because at the end there’s a chance to win the audio of either Designs of Desire or Caged Sanctuary! So… What’s your favorite type of romance? See, I’m not sure I really have a fave flavor of love. I have styles I don’t really enjoy, per se, but not a kind I think it the best of the best. I love love in all its shapes, forms, and types. As you can see from the two stories I have out in audio so far, I have a thing for MCs with mobility issues. But then, I have mobility issues, lol. I have forearm crutches, have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (James from Designs of Desire) and now use a Quickie GT and have to deal with all the fun that entails—like parking, maneuvering, accessibility, if there are steps, doors that are too heavy, etc. (Kade from Caged Sanctuary).
I’m going to share a little about each and then in the comments I want you to tell me what you think would be harder for you to adjust to, loss of walking or loss of stability in your joints (all over, not just in the legs). Yes, this is hypothetical and there is no right or wrong answer. It’s just interesting to see what others think is harder. I know for me, it depends on the day which I find to be harder to deal with and accept.
Caged Sanctuary
a male/male erotic BDSM romance
Dreamspinner Press
Amazon
All Romance
Kaden Thorn, a dental surgeon who lives a quiet life, has no hope of finding the love he craves. A vicious gay bashing cost him the use of his legs and confined him to a wheelchair. He has given up hope of finding a Dom or even a non-kink partner to love him. When his best friend practically forces him to attend a dinner party, the last thing he expects is a strong Dom who can see beyond his wheels.
Deacon James is an architect and a demanding Dom, but he has spent the last couple of years without a sub or partner. When an employee invites him to a dinner party to meet his girlfriend, Deacon smells a setup but agrees anyway. He prides himself on being an excellent judge of character, and when he meets the younger dentist, he sees past the chair and finds a sweet submissive man who more than piques his interest.
Kade’s fears and demons continue to haunt him, challenging Deacon to use everything he’s learned as a Dom to earn Kade’s trust and submission. Deacon’s determined, though, willing to battle all of it to have Kade by his side and at his feet.
Want a little taste? Well, OK….
Deacon chuckled at how eager his boy was to see himself all trussed up. Smiling, he excused himself and returned shortly with his laptop. He had downloaded the images from his digital camera and had the shots ready for Kade in the photo viewer.
“I took three. One before we began but after you were decorated and bound with the ropes, the other two are later.”
“Why two later?” Kade stared at the computer, not taking his eyes off it, though Deacon hadn’t turned it so he could see the images.
“Let me show you. I think it will be obvious why when you see them.” Deacon settled on the bed next to Kade and turned the screen so Kade could see. The first was as he’d stated, of Kade tied to the bamboo pole, taken at an angle to see how open Kade was in that position, the intricate latticework of the silk ropes, and how he was blindfolded with his arms bound above him.
The next drew a gasp from Kade. He was in the same position, but the hand prints from the initial spanking and the flogging of his back were clear in the shot, as was how he strained his arms and back up as if seeking another strike. “That’s….”
“Gorgeous? Sexy as hell?”
Kade nodded as he reached out to trace one finger down the spine and along the legs of his image. “I don’t look broken like this.”
Deacon knew he was frowning, but didn’t care. “You’re not broken, Kaden. I would happily throttle the asshats that convinced you otherwise.”
“And the last one?” Kade asked, showing no sign of having heard Deacon.
“The last one is my favorite of the lot.” Deacon tapped the pad on the laptop again and the image changed.
Again, Kade hadn’t really moved much, but now the cane striping was clear on. His back was also streaked with Deacon’s spend. He had promised himself he wouldn’t enter Kade that way the first time in scene, but he’d been so hard he hurt and couldn’t resist adding his come to the beautiful marks on his boy. In Deacon’s personal opinion, Kade was the most beautiful sub he had had or seen.
“Oh, my…. You can see that I’m flying, my tears,” Kade whispered, voice reverent.
The odd watery tone made Deacon look at Kade again. When he did, he realized tears streaked Kade’s cheeks. “Oh, my sweet boy, why are you crying?”
“Never thought I’d fly again, much less be able to serve like this.” Kade quickly wiped at his eyes, turning away from Deacon. “Sorry.”
Deacon took a firm hold of Kade’s chin, pulling gently until Kade faced him. “Do not ever, and I do mean ever, apologize for being you. For serving me so perfectly. For feeling joy. Tears are not a sign of weakness,” he added when Kade seemed confused. “Your joy, your pain, your pleasure, all belong to me whether I’m right there with you or not. You’re my boy now.” Deacon dipped his head to take Kade’s lips in a soft kiss, hoping to show his boy how much he was wanted and how much he pleased Deacon both in and out of scene.
Designs of Desire
by Tempeste O’Riley
Series: Desires Entwined, Book #1
Genre: M/M, BDSM/Kink (lite), Contemporary Romance
Length: Novel / 200 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: July 29th 2013
Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.
As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is unobtainable—including James—if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.
James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t survive?
♥ Dreamspinner Press ♥ All Romance ♥ Audible ♥ Amazon ♥ iBooks ♥ Barnes & Noble ♥
Excerpt
James gestured to the chair across the conference table and hoped Seth would sit. He hated to be stood over. Seth smiled and settled into the chair indicated. “Now, what can I do for you, sir?”
“We, Carrington Enterprises, are beginning a new venture and hope you can help with designs. Companies I can manage; design and draw, not so much.”
James nodded at Seth’s pause.
“Let me start by explaining the project you will brand. We’re opening a new hotel chain. This will be a little different than your usual hotel, though. Each site will be more like a large bed and breakfast, but they will cater to the GLBT community. It’s often an issue when a couple wants to vacation. They have to consider the area, the hotel, the other patrons even if they want to do something as simple as hold hands. That is, if they don’t want to be met with hate or possible violence.”
James wasn’t sure which impressed him more, the wonderful idea behind the hotel or the deep, commanding voice that instilled confidence in everything he said.
Obviously unaware of James’s internal dialog, Seth continued his spiel. “With our liberal policies and views, we have decided to make a place where judgment doesn’t exist. At least, that’s the theory.”
God, that voice! He shivered.
“Also, each site will have a club, bar, or restaurant attached. So, this will be an ongoing project, not a one-shot deal.” When finished with his little speech, Seth seemed inordinately pleased with the idea.
No wonder Brian gave me the account. He didn’t realize he had spoken aloud until Seth glowered at him.
“Excuse me?” Seth snapped. “I was assured you have no personal issues or biases that might hinder your ability to provide the needed work. Was I incorrectly informed?”
“No. No, sir. I apologize for my comment. It was out of line,” James said in a rush, trying to smooth over the obvious irritation his thoughtless words had caused.
“Are you able to do the branding or should I continue elsewhere?” Seth demanded.
“You misunderstand, Mr. Burns. I had wondered why I was given your account, considering I’m not one of the senior designers and your account would normally be reserved for one of them. Now that I hear what the project is, I understand why I was chosen.” He knew he was babbling but he couldn’t help it. “You see, I’m the only openly gay designer here and my family runs a small bed and breakfast. This project is perfect. In fact, once we have the branding set up, I’m sure I can point you in the right direction for some specialized marketing. Magazines, newspapers, websites, etcetera. We will help you with all of that, as well.” James tried to restrain the extent of his excitement over the project, but was unsure how successful he was. He didn’t want to seem flippant or inexperienced after admitting he was a junior designer with Skye Designs.
Seth raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Excited, are we? Carl said you were the man for the job. I guess he was right if enthusiasm counts. I have a full write-up of what we need and what we do and do not want to incorporate into the brand.” His smile fell and he became all business again. “This is an upscale getaway, not a high-priced bathhouse.”
“Understood, sir. I think the idea will work in areas with a large enough population of GLBT and open-minded people.” His hands itched to begin sketching and planning.
“Good. Once you’ve read over everything and start your designing, I want you to visit the site we chose for the first hotel. It’s here in Milwaukee, so it shouldn’t be too far for you. Would you be ready by Friday?” At James’s accord, Seth opened his briefcase and began pulling out folders and large manila envelopes and setting them in front of James. He paused, peered up at James, and blinked hard. “I should call someone to carry these things for you,” he mumbled, glancing at the items and toward James’s crutches. “You can’t fit all this in your bag.”
James pinched the bridge of his nose while counting to ten in his head. Why do they always see the sticks instead of me? “Mr. Burns.”
“Seth, please,” he interrupted, giving James a soft smile.
“Seth, Chase acts as my assistant when needed. He will tend to anything I can’t transfer up to my office personally. There is no need to be concerned.”
A strange look flashed across Seth’s face, but his expression quickly returned to his previous in-command smile. “Very good then.”
They chatted a bit about ideas and plans before Seth shifted his coat sleeve back to check his watch. With a slight frown, he said, “Well, I need to head back to the office. I will leave this all in your fine hands, James. Please call me here.” He pulled out his business card and wrote something on the back. “I look forward to our next meeting.”
Seth held out his hand. James flexed his fingers and clasped the offering. He knew this was for work, but somehow it felt different this time. Warm and strong, the grip shot tingles up his arm. Seth seemed to hold on a little longer than necessary for business needs. It had been so long since a man touched him, at least without violence or pain. James shook off the thought he might be interested. Beautiful men like Seth didn’t waste their time on guys like him. Besides, he wasn’t certain he wanted to go down such a painful road again.
James stood in the doorway, watching Seth saunter out the main doors, wishing for something, though not really sure what.
I’ll pick the winner on Jan 30th!
December 21, 2015
#Interview w/ Antonia Aquilante, #Author of The Prince’s Consort
The Prince’s Consort
by Antonia Aquilante
M/M Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Release Date: October 16, 2015
Length: Novel (290 pages)
Add to Goodreads
Legends tell of large cats defending the principality of Tournai, but such creatures have been lost to time.
Or have they?
Prince Philip inherited the throne at a young age, and since then, his life has centered around ruling his country and resisting those pressuring him to take a wife and conceive an heir—forcing him to hide his attraction to men. When kind-hearted Amory is offered to the prince in exchange for more time for Amory’s father to complete a commission, both Philip and Amory are horrified. But Philip agrees to keep Amory at the palace, where they gradually become friends, then lovers. For the first time in his life, Philip is free to share not only his heart, but the magical shape-shifting ability that runs in the royal bloodline.
Neither Amory nor Philip imagined falling in love, and they certainly don’t expect the lengths those who oppose their relationship will go to keep them apart—maybe even resorting to murder.
DSP (ebook)
DSP (paperback)
Amazon
ARe
Barnes and Noble
Kobo
Interview
What makes your stories different from other authors out there?
The Prince’s Consort is my first published novel. I’m new as a published author, though not as a reader, to the genre, so this question is a little tough. There are so many amazing stories out there. I just try to write stories that people can get swept up in – fantasy worlds they want to explore, characters that seem real despite the fantasy setting, and love stories they can believe in.
When did you first consider yourself an author?
I’ve written for most of my life and wanted to be an author since I was twelve years old, but the first time I called myself a writer was when I made the decision to seriously pursue publication after putting it off for a number of reasons for far too long. I didn’t actually call myself an author until I signed my first contract.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do to get past it?
I’ve had days (plenty of days!) when the words don’t want to come or nothing in the story seems to be working, but I hate to call it writer’s block and I try not to let it stop me. I try to just write through it. If one scene isn’t working, I’ll write another that I see more clearly. I do my best to get words on the page. I can always go back and fix them later if they’re not the best words, but I need something there to fix.
If your writing was translated, which would be your preference: TV, movie, play, or Broadway?
Movie or TV. I think fantasy worlds translate well on screen.
Does your family know what you write, and if so, how did they react when you first told them what and how explicit your writing would be?
Everyone knows by now that I write romance. Some know more about the stories than others and only a few have read anything I’ve written so far, but everyone has been supportive. My mom especially. She has always believed in me and my writing, and she reads everything I write.
Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?
Not completely, but I’ve certainly taken traits or characteristics from people I’ve seen or met along the way. I think most writers probably do – inspiration can be found anywhere! My cousin’s husband, who has been really supportive of my writing, wants me to name a character after him, but he may get more than he bargained for if I do!
Who is your favorite author and why?
I can never choose one favorite author. There are so many whose books I love for various reasons – because their writing is amazing, because I love the worlds and the characters, because I can escape into their stories, because I learned from them, because they got me through a tough time. It makes it impossible for me to choose one.
Boxers, briefs, commando? What’s your favorite way to “dress” your man?
Depends on the man.
Do you as an author concentrate on one genre? Or do you feel like you should try to find your voice amongst the genres?
I’ve been writing fantasy romance lately, but I have written in other genres in the past (though none of it’s published) and I have some ideas for stories outside fantasy romance. I’ll go where the characters take me.
And just because I love to tease 
December 18, 2015
#NewRelease NICHOLAS by Dianne Hartsock: #GuestPost & #Giveaway!
Hello everyone! So glad you could stop by. If you can’t tell, I’m super excited that my story NICOLAS releases today. Thank you so much Tempe for sharing your blog with me to celebrate. Hugs!
Can you believe it’s going to be Christmas in a few days? I was surprised when the Christmas lights started going up in the neighborhood, and in the blink of an eye, it’s going to be Christmas Eve. I’d better get the presents wrapped soon. We always do gifts Christmas Eve, then our stockings from Santa on Christmas morning.
I’ve always loved the idea of Santa Claus, the spirit of Christmas, spreading his message of peace and goodwill. I made sure to include that in my story, as well as some of the legend of St. Nicolas, how he helped the poor, and in one miracle, raised three children from the dead.
But there is a darker side to the Nicolas legend in Germany. The Krampus, a goblin who follows Santa and punishes the naughty children. He is also part of my book, a terrible creature pursuing Nicolas through the centuries, trying to undo all his good work on earth.
In my story, I tried to keep a balance between these two characters, good and evil, if you will. Though the Krampus is dark and treacherous, he’s not all powerful. And when he takes the form of a beautiful, sensual man, he may be hard to resist, but there is a sense of danger that surrounds him, as a warning to everyone he comes in contact with.
And even if Nico is a good man, he admits he’s no saint, taking sweet Jamie as his lover, though he knows he’s putting him in harm’s way. Krampus is a jealous soul, wanting Nico for his own, to torment or pleasure as he sees fit.
In the middle of this conflict I put Jamie, my gentle artist, loving and caring, a little more femme than his past lovers could appreciate. Hurt and alone, Jamie is quickly swept up in the drama between Nico and Piter, the Krampus, quickly proving he has a core of steel under his soft skin. He comes to love his passionate Italian, but will love be enough to save them?
Thank you all again for dropping in! The holidays are full of traditions, from Christmas decorations to trees to music. For a chance to win a $5 ARe Gift Card, please comment below telling me what your favorite holiday song is.
Happy Holidays!
by Dianne Hartsock
Genre: Spirits, Mythology, Paranormal, Fantasy, M/M, Romance
Release Date: December 18th, 2015
Cover Artist: AngstyG
Pages: 200
Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone. Instead, he is pulled from his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of Saint Nicolas.
As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man’s malicious spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?
When the Krampus begins to torment and torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie’s life is put in danger. And Jamie isn’t sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if he’s merely a pawn in the Krampus’s game.
Jamie startled awake. “What?”
He had trouble breathing, the crushing weight on his chest seeming to have followed him up from his dreams. But that couldn’t be right. He’d rented the cabin for its isolation. No one should be there. Did he still dream?
A warm breath brushed against his cheek, sending a shiver of dread and strange anticipation through him. “Easy, baby,” a silky voice whispered in the darkness. Sharp teeth nipped his earlobe and pleasure and pain sparked along his nerves. His eyes adjusted to the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, and he stared in amazement at the man gazing at him with wild green eyes, long pale hair, high cheekbones and a slender neck he craved to run his tongue along.
The stranger laid his weight on him, driving the air from his lungs and making Jamie struggle for every breath. Shifting position, the man sealed his full lips over Jamie’s, drawing a long groan from Jamie when an impossibly large cock slid against his. In sudden panic he reached to shove his unknown visitor away and touched hot skin and lean muscles. Of their own volition his hands roamed lower, following the curve of the stranger’s back to the rounded swell of his ass. He drew a quick breath and the man laughed into his mouth, pushed his tongue deep, thrusting inside to match the movement of his hips as he ground against Jamie’s aching dick.
Heat pooled in Jamie’s stomach. God, what was happening? The thing in his bed looked like a man, but his every instinct shouted otherwise. His skin was warm when it should have been cold from being outside. And how had he gotten in? All the windows and doors were locked tight against the winter storm. It was as if he’d just materialized in Jamie’s bed. “Who—”
He cried out when a hand pushed between them and grabbed their cocks, stroking them together until he lost the ability to think. So close! He grabbed onto the man’s firm ass and yanked him tighter against him, rising up to shove into his strong grip.
The triumphant hiss in his ear shot ice through his veins. “So naughty.”
“No!” Jamie struggled to sit up, scrambling back against the headboard. He blinked, finding himself alone in the room, only his ragged breaths disturbing the silence of the cabin. A forgotten anxiety knotted his stomach. Naughty. He hated that word, tossed about by the boys he once knew in school. The ones he’d suck off behind the gym, desperate for a gentle hand in his hair, balm against his loneliness. He’d been terrified his parents would find out he was different, that he liked girl things and found boys much more exciting than he should. They would know he was gay and there would be hell to pay for their freak of a son.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. God, that had been ages ago. The last shreds of the dream dissipated, and he reached for the bedside light, fumbling in the darkness for the switch. Low light stung his eyes and he blinked at the empty bedroom, unable to believe the attack hadn’t been real.
He flung off the heavy quilts and slid to his feet, clinging to the post at the foot of the bed as a wave of dizziness struck him. Laughter from the other room jolted him. Heart pounding, he bolted for the door and it crashed into the wall as he flung it open. The reddish glow from the banked fire on the hearth lit the main room of the cabin, though the kitchen area remained in shadows.
Jamie’s gaze swept the rooms, focusing on the dark corners. No one jumped out at him. Nobody sat on the couch. His coffee cup remained undisturbed where he’d left it on the hearth. Of course. The cabin was isolated, miles from the nearest neighbor. Who would bother to come way out there, especially with the threat of another snowstorm on the way?
He ran a trembling hand through his hair, pushing the sweat-drenched bangs from his forehead. Christ, the dream had seemed so real. The cold of the great room finally registered, creeping up from the hardwood flooring. Shaking, he crossed to the fireplace and stirred up the coals, adding another log.
Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.
Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.
Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Amazon Author Page / Facebook Author Page
December 2, 2015
The Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm Series in Review
Series: The Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm 
Author: Vicktor Alexander
Genre: M/M Historical Romance, Alternate Universe, Trans*, Mystery, Military, Interracial, Fantasy
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
The Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm Series
Groom of Convenience
Cover by Shobana Appavu
Pages: 290
In an alternate universe, in the country of Angland, 1814, the gentry live lives of culture and class. It is a time of courtships, marriages of convenience, and titles, where scandal can ruin an entire family. Gender lines are blurred, and making a good match is of utmost importance. Children are born to men and women, which has led to the acceptance of same-sex marriages.
Lady Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is shocked and angry when he is betrothed against his will to Lord Heathcliff Eddington, III, the Duke of Pompinshire. While drowning his frustration at a popular gentleman’s club, he meets “Robert,” a gorgeous older man whom he sleeps with as “Timmy,” regardless of the potential damage to his reputation.
After their liaison, Lucien corresponds with Robert via letters left at Remmington, and they decide to elope. Before they can get away, Lucien meets his betrothed, Heathcliff, who he is surprised to discover is also his beloved, Robert. Both men desire a marriage of the heart, but they find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love under the right circumstances. But Lucien has a secret, and Tlondon isn’t as safe as they once thought.
The Servant Duchess of Whitcomb
Cover by Anne Cain
Pages: 304
Orley Garrick is known throughout Angland not only as the man with two dukedoms but also as the hero who survived a brutal kidnapping at the hands of Nafoleon’s army, never once betraying the secrets of His Majesty. Still haunted by his memories, Orley pushes his crippled body to dangerous limits, all in an attempt to run from the demons of his past.
Until he meets Chester Boland, a maid in his friend’s household. Orley is besieged by desire for this gorgeous male woman, and by a connection he cannot ignore. But there are those within the Remmington Realm who take issue with the Duke’s choice—especially given Chester’s Tafrican lineage.
Having stared death in the face and won, Orley proposes they steal away and elope. However, before they can begin their new life, they uncover dangerous secrets that go deeper than they could ever imagine—involving those they trust the most.
Orley and Chester must discover exactly how deep these secrets run before their enemies make sure Chester is removed from Orley’s arms… forever.
Series Review
So far there are only two books, but I am sure there will be more (Vicktor, please say you’re working on that!). I absolutely love the slightly bizarre world that is the basis for Scandalous Whispers. This is a world where the basics are the same, but gender and identity isn’t quite the same. The wrapper isn’t what makes you a lord or a lady, but whether you have a womb (and yes, boys can have wombs and girls can have longer than “norm” clitorises that can impregnate). It’s a unique twist on what is trans* and what is cis—and it’s fun!
With Groom of Convenience we have two people that have no interest in being betrothed to someone they have never even met! Can’t say as I blame them, personally. When they set out to forget, just for one night, before having to deal with what their families have done to them, they find so much more than they thought possible. But, can their hearts withstand the fallout?
It’s a true historical romance, in the richest manner. I loved Lady Lucien, how true to the feel and flow of a historical this story was, all while keeping the gender and boy bits in mind as the Lord and Lady issues issued forth. A truly fun and educational journey!
In The Servant Duchess of Whitcomb we have not only the wonderful and rich world Vicktor has created for us, but a mystery, a love connection between classes and races, and someone trying to kill Chester, or is it Orley they’re trying to do in?
Again the story flows wonderfully and the characters are rich and alive on the page. Until this series I wasn’t sure how one would write sure a thing and was insanely curious… but now that I’ve read them, all I can do is eagerly await (demand) Vicktor Alexander hurry up and write faster 
Overall, this series touches on many things for historical and current that makes you think and will have your mind spinning for days over. It’s not a light, fluffy ready, it’s not a bodice ripper, it’s a meaty, fun, wonderful series set in the historical past, just with a few twists 
… Vic style.
Giveaway
E-book copy of book, $50 Amazon Gift Card, Scandalous Whispers Swag Pack
About the Author
Vicktor “Vic” Alexander wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds) because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also breathes history and science fiction and grew up a Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing he loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to BDSM to historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters one of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by videos of John Barrowman, Scott Hoying, and Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He knows that he will be still be writing about hot men falling in love with each other, long after he is living in an assisted living facility, flirting with the hot, male nurses.
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/VicktorAlexanderB
Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorVicktorAlexander
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/VVeeB
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/vicktora/
Other: https://www.instagram.com/vicktoralexander/
Other: http://www.vicktoralexander.tumblr.com
Other: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/VicktorAlexander
Other: http://www.vicktoralexander.com
Other: http://www.authorvicktoralexander.com
Tour Dates & Stops:
27-Nov: Havan Fellows, Louise Lyons, Prism Book Alliance
30-Nov: Onwards, Upwards, House Millar
1-Dec: Jessie G. Books, Divine Magazine
2-Dec: Tempeste O’Riley
3-Dec: MM Good Book Reviews, Fantastical Worlds, Fiery Love
4-Dec: Mikky’s World of Books, Brightly Books
6-Dec: Love Bytes
7-Dec: Inked Rainbow Reads, BFD Book Blog
8-Dec: A.M. Leibowitz, Antonia Aquilante
9-Dec: Grace R. Duncan’s Blog
10-Dec: Bending The Bookshelf, Book Lovers 4Ever
#Interview w/ Vicktor Alexander, Author of The Servant Duchess of Whitcomb
Title: The Servant Duchess of Whitcomb
Author Name: Vicktor Alexander
Series: The Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm, #2
Categories: Alternate Universe, Fantasy, Gay Fiction, Historical, M/M Romance, Mystery, Romance, Science Fiction, *Trans, Interracial, Military
Release Date: November 27, 2015
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Length: 304 pages
Add To Goodreads
Orley Garrick is known throughout Angland not only as the man with two dukedoms but also as the hero who survived a brutal kidnapping at the hands of Nafoleon’s army, never once betraying the secrets of His Majesty. Still haunted by his memories, Orley pushes his crippled body to dangerous limits, all in an attempt to run from the demons of his past.
Until he meets Chester Boland, a maid in his friend’s household. Orley is besieged by desire for this gorgeous male woman, and by a connection he cannot ignore. But there are those within the Remmington Realm who take issue with the Duke’s choice—especially given Chester’s Tafrican lineage.
Having stared death in the face and won, Orley proposes they steal away and elope. However, before they can begin their new life, they uncover dangerous secrets that go deeper than they could ever imagine—involving those they trust the most.
Orley and Chester must discover exactly how deep these secrets run before their enemies make sure Chester is removed from Orley’s arms… forever.
Interview
Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Vicktor Alexander author of The Servant Duchess Of Whitcomb.
Hi Vicktor, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
1) Why do you write?
I write for a number of reasons: because there are characters who have stories that need to be told and they have chosen me to tell them, because I want to make the world a better place by telling these stories, because I want to use my royalties to donate to charities. I also love to entertain readers, to show that love is love no matter what the circumstances, to show that all people deserve love, and because I need to write.
2) Which of your books was the most difficult to write?
I think it’s a tie between Raising Shawna and Daddy’s Boy. Both of those stories were so full of angst and heartbreak, so personal to me, and I put so much of my personal life story into them that I cried as I wrote them.
3) Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?
Well there are two main characters: Orley and Chester. Orley goes against society and marries a Tafrican maid even though it may cause him to be shunned by polite society. He was also kidnapped and tortured by Nafoleon’s army in 1812 but never gave up Anglish secrets. And Chester eloped with Orley, going against his mother’s wishes because he felt a connection with the duke. He rose above his station and still treated those who served him with dignity and grace. He also fought against those who would seek to cause him and his family harm in a time when women were seen as being lesser creatures and Tafricans were seen as being little more than objects and on the same level as pets.
4) How much research do you do for your books?
I spend a lot of time—and money—shopping for books on the history of the time period where I am, I ask people who have the jobs which one of my characters has, or I look them up on trusty Google. But most of the time I spend it online talking to people who would know about what I’m writing about. Weeks of research go into each book as I’m writing, and I’m still researching during the editing process.
5) Who designs your covers?
It’s different for each book. I’ve had Lex Valentine, Shobana Apevu, Reese Dante, Broadwhey, and Anne Cain did the cover for The Servant Duchess Of Whitcomb which is really awesome since her cover for Change Of Heart by Mary Calmes is what brought me into the genre. I’ve even done a few of my own covers.
THE SHARP retort of gunfire exploded around Orley Garrick, Duke of Whitcomb, and he ducked, trying to avoid the debris and the bodies of fallen soldiers around him as he surged forward. The smoke from the countless rifles burned his eyes as he desperately looked for the person who had caught his eye. He heard the cries of the dying calling out to him as he rode his horse farther into the thick of battle. Using his sword, he cut down an enemy soldier who raced toward him, mouth open as he let out a battle cry. Orley closed his eyes against the spray of blood across his face and blocked out the sound of the man’s death gurgle as he fell to the ground beneath his own horse.
Orley raced on toward the figure in white who didn’t belong on the battlefield. He called out a warning, telling the woman to be careful, because there was no way a man would be on a battlefield wearing a long, flowing white chemise, free of dust and bloodstain, appearing almost angelic among the crowd of soldiers. The woman didn’t stop. Instead she walked straight toward the commander of the enemy soldiers, and fear filled Orley. He wasn’t sure why; he didn’t know the woman, and yet he could not let anything happen to her.
At that moment, the woman turned to look at him, and Orley gasped when he realized the woman in front of him was not female as he’d suspected but male. Why in the world was a lady on the battlefield?
“You should not be here!” he yelled, trying to warn the male, but just as he got close enough to lift the woman onto the back of his horse, an enemy soldier plunged his sword through the woman’s back and out through his chest. Orley watched helplessly as the woman’s eyes widened moments before he collapsed to the ground, and a grief unlike aught he’d ever experienced ripped through him.
He was not sure how he knew, but the dying woman belonged to him, and someone had just taken him away.
Tossing his head back, Orley let out an anguished shout at the heavens.
ORLEY WOKE, panting and sweating, in the home of his friend, Heathcliff.
Holy. Shit. That one had been very different from his other nightmares. He rubbed his face with his hand and groaned as pain raced through his leg—the one that would never be the same. All because of war, a battle. All because of….
Orley shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to think about that.
Someone knocked lightly on the door, and Orley winced as he realized his plan to come to his room and take a quick nap after his taxing journey out of Tlondon had turned into a deep sleep and a brand-new nightmare.
God, he hated sleeping.
“Enter,” he called out as he sat up and swung his legs off the bed he was borrowing while visiting Heathcliff and Lucien for their country-house party. The door opened, and Orley turned to address the person standing there. He stopped short, almost swallowing his tongue as he took in the vision of the most beautiful creature to have ever been born.
Orley had been privileged to see many beautiful people in his life. Male and female, he was a lover of aesthetically pleasing images and didn’t discriminate. However, all of them paled in comparison to the lovely light-brown-skinned woman in front of him. Orley’s stomach clenched, his groin tightening as he inhaled sharply. The lovely scent of jasmine wafted up to his nostrils, and his eyes slid closed as he relished in the delightful fragrance emanating from the male who had just entered his room.
“Forgive me, Your Grace. I was sent to bring you a light repast and perhaps something to wash up with? His Grace the Duke of Pompinshire thought that perhaps you would like to freshen up before joining the rest of the guests downstairs.” The woman’s voice was soft and lyrical, with a slight lilt to it, and Orley wondered if perhaps he sang. He would have no problem lounging around on the settee listening to him sing or even just talk. Of course, as he took in the male’s appearance, he felt the desire to do much more than just listen to him.
“Your Grace? Are you ill?” the servant asked, and Orley swallowed, shaking his head.
“N-no. I’m fine. Just a bit out of sorts, I’m afraid. I appear to have overslept during my nap, and now I am feeling quite peckish,” he lied.
The woman nodded, his hazel eyes lighting with relief. Orley wondered at that. Was his well-being really of great concern, or was it just because the maid had been sent to look after Orley?
Orley allowed his gaze to rove over the young male’s form again, taking in every detail intently. He would like to have something to conjure up in his mind’s eye later on that evening when he put his hand to his already burgeoning erection.
Wearing the female black dress with a white apron, which was the maid’s uniform that was standard in most homes of the gentry, the young woman had honey blond hair that was currently pulled back in a very luscious chignon at the nape of his neck, and Orley could only imagine how long and thick it was. An image rose to his brain of that hair hanging down over his face as the young woman slid up and down his cock, and he pressed a hand to the sheets covering his waist. The young male’s skin was almond colored, and all Orley wanted to do was spend hours licking every inch of his body. He was not overly tall, only a few inches taller than Lucien, Heath’s husband, but still much shorter than Orley. And where Orley was all hard, thick muscles, the male maid before him was slender, though still with a lovely, toned body.
His slim-fingered hands held a covered silver tray, and Orley gestured him forward with a beckoning wave.
“Well, far be it from me to refuse such generosity from His Grace. You can just place it there on the nightstand,” he directed, watching the sway of the servant’s hips beneath the skirt of his maid’s gown as he walked toward the cherrywood nightstand. Orley shoved his fingers through his blond locks, messing up his hair and throwing his queue into disarray. He was unnerved as the vestiges of the nightmare faded from his mind, wreaking havoc with the lovely, distracting image of Heathcliff’s maid, whose form even now was causing a pleasurable ache in his balls.
“Is there anything else that I can do for you, Your Grace?” the maid asked, his voice hushed, eyes downcast, and a slight tinge of red to his light brown skin.
Orley prided himself on being a man of honor, integrity, and character. As a matter of fact, his grandfather, Charles Edrick Garrick I, the former Duke of Whitcomb, had more than once given him lessons and lectures on the way a gentleman was to behave. Anyone can strut around and use his physical strength to try and prove his brawn. But it takes honor, patience, gentleness, character, integrity, fortitude, knowing when to fight, knowing when to walk away, knowing when to love, how to love, and when to let go, and most importantly, knowing when to use your physical strength and when to be humble, that makes you a man.
Orley had always believed those words from his grandfather, had in fact lived by those words for his entire life. He’d only strayed from them when he’d served in His Majesty’s military and on those rare occasions when he’d allowed Blaine, Heathcliff, and Quincy to talk him into traveling down into the Lower East End to partake of the wares of the light-skirts. And while his grandfather’s words usually guided him, right now he was seriously considering doing something illicit.
He couldn’t believe the images that were passing through his mind. Flashes. Quick, as if they were memories like his time spent on the battlefield rather than the salacious, hopeful yearnings of a desirous, dry, fruitless attraction. However, the longer he spent in the company of the object of his mind’s current musings, the more it seemed his “dry, fruitless attraction” was soaked in hope and possibility. And perhaps it was for that reason that rationality and his grandfather’s words of character, honor, and integrity grew softer and softer until they were suddenly silent. All he could concentrate on was how lovely Heathcliff’s maid was. How round the male woman’s derriere was. How slim his shoulders were. How graceful his neck was.
How full his lips were, and how much Orley desperately wanted to kiss them.
“I think I would really like to know your name,” he heard himself saying.
The maid’s eyes widened, and he gasped softly. “Me, Your Grace?”
Orley chuckled. “Of course you. There is no one else in the room but you and I, and I assure you that I already know my own name. Unless it has changed in the time I have been asleep. It hasn’t, has it?”
The maid giggled and covered his mouth, shaking his head. Orley found himself even more enchanted. When was the last time he’d heard someone allow themselves to be so free that they just giggled? His life was constantly surrounded by danger, drama, gossip, backstabbers, and intrigue. He had a very small group of people he could trust, and they didn’t often have the time to smile, much less giggle. Being around someone who could giggle was a relief. It was like a bright ray of sunshine. Orley absolutely had to have the maid’s name.
“No, Your Grace. Your name hasn’t changed.” The maid glanced away for a moment, as if embarrassed, and then looked back. “My name is Chester.” He executed a flawless curtsy, and Orley rose from the bed and bowed low, smiling at Chester’s gasp. He knew Chester was surprised that a member of the gentry, and a duke no less, would bow to him, but he would soon learn that Orley was unlike every other duke out there.
“It is an honor to meet you, Chester. I am extremely happy to be in your presence and very happy that you will be serving me, and now….” Orley stepped close to Chester, looking down into the young woman’s hazel brown eyes. His heart was pounding, and his leg, for the first time in years, was not throbbing in pain—perhaps that was because only one thing on his body could be throbbing at a time, and his cock already had that covered. “I would very much like to kiss you.”
“Y-you would?” Chester stammered.
Orley nodded, lifting his hand to brush his fingers against the side of Chester’s cheek.
“Is that okay, Chester? I find you to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and I would really like to kiss you. May I?”
“You’re asking me?” Chester looked confused. “I was told that men of your standing didn’t ask, that you just take.”
Orley shook his head, saddened by what Chester thought of men of the ton, but he knew Chester’s assumptions came as a result of dealing with “men” of a certain ilk. He would be speaking with Heathcliff about those matters later that week, but at that moment, all of his energy and attention was focused on Chester.
“Of course I am asking you. You always have a choice. Not just with me, but with every single man in the world. You do not have to do anything you don’t want to do. At least, that is the way it should be in a perfect world. So if you don’t want to kiss me, we don’t have to.” Orley would be disappointed, he would be haunted for days, perhaps a fortnight, by the fullness of Chester’s mouth, but eventually he would get over it.
Chester nibbled on his bottom lip and then grinned. “I would love for you to kiss me, Your Grace.”
Orley wanted to let out a loud yell of triumph, but he held back and lowered his lips to Chester’s full, pillow-soft mouth. He was fully expecting the surge of lust that spread through his limbs. Maybe he was even expecting the tingle that spread through his fingers and toes. However, the lightheaded feeling that drowned him in peace and yet simultaneous excitement, and the way his heart sped up, were completely unexpected. He growled and pulled Chester to him, as close as he could possibly get the woman. He felt a bit like a ravenous beast, wanting to devour Chester whole.
He lifted his lips to take a breath, opened his eyes, and gazed down into Chester’s dazed ones. Chester smiled slowly up at him. Orley grinned back, rubbing his hand up and down Chester’s back and already preparing for the next round of kissing.
So he was surprised when he went to lower his head for another kiss and was met with nothing but air and the sound of his bedroom door closing.
E-book copy of book, $50 Amazon Gift Card, Scandalous Whispers Swag Pack
Vicktor “Vic” Alexander wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds) because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also breathes history and science fiction and grew up a Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing he loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to BDSM to historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters one of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by videos of John Barrowman, Scott Hoying, and Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He knows that he will be still be writing about hot men falling in love with each other, long after he is living in an assisted living facility, flirting with the hot, male nurses.
Where to find the author:
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/VicktorAlexanderB
Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorVicktorAlexander
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/VVeeB
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/vicktora/
Other: https://www.instagram.com/vicktoralexander/
Other: http://www.vicktoralexander.tumblr.com
Other: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/VicktorAlexander
Other: http://www.vicktoralexander.com
Other: http://www.authorvicktoralexander.com
Tour Dates & Stops:
27-Nov: Havan Fellows, Louise Lyons, Prism Book Alliance
30-Nov: Onwards, Upwards, House Millar
1-Dec: Jessie G. Books, Divine Magazine
2-Dec: Tempeste O’Riley
3-Dec: MM Good Book Reviews, Fantastical Worlds, Fiery Love
4-Dec: Mikky’s World of Books, Brightly Books
6-Dec: Love Bytes
7-Dec: Inked Rainbow Reads, BFD Book Blog
8-Dec: A.M. Leibowitz, Antonia Aquilante
9-Dec: Grace R. Duncan’s Blog
10-Dec: Bending The Bookshelf , Book Lovers 4Ever
November 29, 2015
Signs of Desire Release Tour!
Good morning and *Tempe pauses to bounce around the room* erm… sorry about that. As I was saying, I would like to announce that today is the day that Signs of Desire released! YaY!!!! Yes, it’s out and about now, on all platforms for your reading pleasure. I will provide some links below to help you find Simon and Adrian as well 
Starting tomorrow, there’s a month long tour happening where you can win some prizes, have some fun, and get some insight when I have some to share (when the guys will let me lol). I have a great lineup of sites, which are also listed below, so follow along and have some fun!
When a night out turns into a matchmaking scheme, they thought communication would be their biggest challenge to their happily ever after….
SIGNS OF DESIRE (Desires Entwined #4)
DSP: http://smarturl.it/Signs-DsP
ARe: http://smarturl.it/Signs-ARe
Amz: http://smarturl.it/Signs-Amz
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/SoD-iBook
Signs of Desire Tour
Dec 1st – 3 Chicks After Dark
Dec 2nd –
Dec 3rd – Bike Book Reviews
Dec 3rd – Stories From the Heart
Dec 4th – The Purple Fantasy Den
Dec 7th – Gay Media Review
Dec 8th – Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
Dec 8th – Erotic Notions
Dec 9th – Andrew Grey
Dec 10th – Sexy Between the Covers
Dec 10th – Cup o’ Porn
Dec 11th – The Purple Rose Tea House
Dec 11th – A Little Fiction of Every Flavour
Dec 14th – MM Good Book Reviews
Dec 15th – Love Bytes
Dec 16th – Read Between The Lines
Dec 17th – Drops of Ink
Dec 18th – Shira Anthony
Dec 21st – Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews
Dec 22nd – Aisling Mancy
Dec 23rd – Butterfly-o-Meter Books
Dec 25th – Prism Books Alliance
Dec 28th – Onwards, Upwards
Dec 29th – Hot Men In Hot Water
Dec 30th – Grace R. Duncan
November 20, 2015
24/7 Relationships & Beautiful boy by Grace R. Duncan
24/7 Relationships
One of the things I enjoyed about writing Beautiful boy was the chance to explore a contemporary 24/7 D/s relationship. In my Golden Collar books, of course, Teman is a pleasure slave and, thus, lives it all the time. But a story set in medieval times versus contemporary has a very different set of issues.
Mal and Kyle do not live together. As such, the things they can do are more limited. There’s more trust on Mal’s part that Kyle will do as he’s told. Of course, Kyle is submissive and the thought of disappointing Mal… well, he’d rather hang himself by his testicles than disappoint his Master (which, by the way, he would not enjoy, despite being masochistic and liking cock and ball torture).
But when they’re together, having a contemporary character always in the submissive mindset was a new challenge for me. One of the biggest aspects of that came up in editing when we were discussing how Kyle thinks of Mal. The vast majority of the time, he thinks of Mal as “Master” with a few specific exceptions.
Another issue that came up with it was the fact that all of their scenes, all their dates involved BDSM in some way. Because that’s what they were first—Master and boy—and boyfriends second. My editor came to me during the first round and suggested I add a couple of non-BDSM dates to the story. This turned out to be quite difficult because, as a 24/7 relationship, there’s never a time that they’re not at least partially in the mindset. So, I took the opportunity to discuss this, instead.
Mal
He swallowed. “Sorry, Master. Mike doesn’t understand our relationship.”
Well, that wasn’t what I expected. “How so? I thought you said he was in the lifestyle?”
Kyle nodded and frowned. “That’s what surprised me about it. But they’re not 24/7, not even close to it, like Cam and Mistress Sammy. And, I mean, I know we aren’t exactly…”
“But we’re close, yeah.”
“Right. But he asked me why we don’t, like, go on a date without doing anything sexual or—” He shrugged a shoulder and glanced around. “—well, without the… dynamic involved.”
I thought that through. “It’s hard to explain to someone who hasn’t experienced it. Maybe explain you work best with that kind of structure? That the rules and discipline help you?”
He looked thoughtful. “That might help. I think he doesn’t realize that part of it. He sees what you get out of it, but not so much what I do.” He nodded. “He’s a little stuck, too, on our pain play, but that I don’t think I can help him with. He’s not a masochist and Jenn isn’t a sadist. It’s really just the D/s and kept strictly in the bedroom for them.”
I pursed my lips. “Yeah, that would make it tough for him to get that aspect of it. I think if you tell him that, it’ll at least give him a better understanding. I could talk to him.”
He smiled at me. “Let me try first, but if not, maybe I’ll get him to talk to you.” He paused and licked his lips. I buried the urge to grin at him trying so hard to keep from biting. “As long as he remembers you belong to me.”
I did grin then. “Even if he wasn’t straight, he’d have no chance baby. He’s not you.”
Kyle blushed a beautiful deep red. “So, uh… how ’bout them Mets….”
* * *
If Kyle can get past his fears, he could see what his beloved Master Mal does: a beautiful boy that deserves his collar–and heart.
Malcolm Tate hung up his flogger when his submissive sought out another Dom and landed in the hands of a serial killer. Convinced his lack of dominance sent his sub away, Mal has spent two years blaming himself for what happened. But when his best friend finally convinces him to go back to the local dungeon, Mal’s grateful. Especially when he wins beautiful, submissive, firmly-closeted Kyle Bingham in a charity slave auction.
College grad Kyle hasn’t earned enough to move out of the loft his conservative, homophobic parents bought, much less to buy any of the other things still in their name. When he’s won at auction by the hot, amazing Mal, he’s shocked that anyone would want him. No one else seemed to—not his parents, his former Doms, or any of his disastrous dates.
But Mal does want him and Kyle lets his guard down, only to be outed to his parents. With his world crashing down, he must find a way to trust Mal—and their developing relationship—or risk losing everything.
Dreamspinner Press
Amazon
All Romance
Barnes & Noble
iTunes
Kobo
* * *
Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
Website ◊ Facebook ◊ Twitter ◊ Youtube ◊ Goodreads
