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Identical twins. Unique love stories. 

 Hi! I’m very excited to introduce you to my new novel, Bleu Balls! Bleu Balls is the story of the identical McMillan twins and is the first full length romance novel in the Balls to the Wall series. It’s a complex story, with both brothers getting their HEA. Like all the Balls to the Wall books, it stands alone, so if you want to plunge into the series here, feel free. I hope you love my Double Trouble twins and want to join them on their adventures trading places and finding love.  : )

Bleu Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series #7)
By Tara Lain

Double trouble. The McMillan twins, Robin and Bobby, are renowned for their talents—both as fine artists and for thrilling the various men who catch their eyes. As different in style and personality as their DNA is identical, they’re nonetheless best friends who divide and conquer, with Robin doing the serious painting and Bobby adding the sunny salesmanship.But when their most important client decides Bobby must wield the paintbrush, the brothers revert to childhood tactics and switch places. Then along comes Micah, a handsome doctor who’s attracted to Bobby but invites Robin out to try to please his homophobic brother, and Paolo, the pain-in-the-butt client who thinks he’s wooing Bobby when he’s actually after Robin. Paolo harbors his own hidden pain that weirdly intersects with Robin’s, but pride and privacy conspire to produce what will either be a masterpiece—or end up as Dogs Playing Poker.
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“Hey, gorgeous, want to dance?”
Bobby looked up at the attractive guy who’d been
eyeing him for the last hour. “Oh, I don’t know—”
“Come on, Bobby, go. Go!” Rodney pushed Bobby out
of the chair.
He smiled, but it took some effort. “Okay, so I
guess yes.” He followed the man’s trim ass in nice summer-wool slacks toward
the tiny dance floor in the lounge at the Rose. Jerry and his honey, Mick, were
already dancing. The two big firefighters took up more than their share of the
available boogie space, but they looked so happy it made Bobby tear up.
The guy turned and pulled Bobby into his arms.
Clearly he intended to lead. Okay with
“I’m Aaron, by the way.” The guy had nice hazel eyes and carefully
brushed brown hair.
He started a not-very-complex box step. “You’re
an artist, aren’t you?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“I saw you at the Sawdust. I really like your
stuff. Very unique.”
“Thank you.” Come
on, be charming.
“What do you do?”
“Stockbroker. Let me know if you need any
investment tips.”
Bobby laughed. “Believe me, artists need tips on
keeping their rent paid, although I’ll admit, we’re having a good summer.”
“Me and my brother. We paint together.”
“Oh. Interesting. Keeping it in the—holy shit!”
Bobby looked up at Aaron and followed his line of
sight to the door—where, sure enough, Robin had just walked in. Bobby waggled
his fingers and called over the piped-in music. “Hi, dear.”
Robin waved back.
Aaron said, “But you two are identical.”
“Yes, of course. We’re the McMillan twins.”
Bobby felt Aaron react—somewhere between a jerk
and a laugh.
“What?” Bobby looked up into a face that had been
pleasant and now leered.
“Fuck, why didn’t you tell me you were Double
Bobby frowned. “Was I supposed to?”
“Shit, yes. I mean, what does it take to get some
backroom action from you two? Hell, I can pay.”
“Pay?” Bobby pressed his hands against Aaron’s
chest and shoved. “Get your hands off me, you pervert.”
Bobby turned his tail and flipped it back to the
table—but his insides rolled with anger and nausea.
Robin saw his face and sprang up. “What’s wrong?
What happened?”
“Nothing I don’t deserve. He saw you and realized
we were Double Trouble. He said he’d like to pay us.” Robin clenched his fists,
but Bobby put a hand on his arm. “You can’t blame him for getting the wrong
“Oh? Watch me.” Robin stared pugnaciously across
the dance floor.



He uncovered the paints he’d left on his huge palette. Plastic kept
them wet so they could be used a second day.
Funny how he hadn’t minded pretending to be Bobby all that much.
The world looked different when people expected him to be nice.
Clearing his mind, he faced the wall and began to paint.
A second later—maybe more like an hour—the scaffold began to shake.
Okay, get ready to be your brother.
Paolo’s perfect face popped over the top, and he gave Robin a half
smile that reminded him of himself. Robin plastered on the huge, pearly Bobby
face. “Hiiiii!”
Paolo swung himself up and gazed at the wall. “Man, you made some
progress. But you covered over some of the light parts. Decide against them?”
Robin planted a hand on his hip. “Yes, I didn’t think it deserved
to be too sunny.”
“I like this better.”
“You would.” He arched a brow, and Paolo snorted a laugh.
“So did you get the pieces mailed?” Paolo kept staring at the
What the hell? “Uh, yes.”
Those piercing eyes stared at Robin. “Was Robin there when you went
“Oh, yes. Yes, he was.”
“So he went to the post office?”
“Uh-huh.” Robin daubed some paint on the mural. What the hell was
Paolo talking about?
“So you sent off that coat and jacket?” Paolo stood. Robin could
feel the movement more than see it as he stared hard at the wall.
Well, shit. Coat? “Right.” Try
to look engrossed.
Strong hands clasped his shoulders, and he was physically turned.
Okay, Robin was pretty strong, but Paolo stood a good five inches taller and fifty
pounds heavier, plus Robin wasn’t fighting. Paolo gave him a narrow-eyed smile.
“I thought we could take up where we left off last night.” He leaned in and his
lips captured Robin’s with an intensity that spoke of dark bedrooms, not narrow
wooden platforms in the sky.
Do not give a shit. Those lips are heaven.
Robin dropped his brush—God knew what it did to Paolo’s $300
jeans—and wrapped his arms around Paolo so tight he could have been arrested
for kidnapping. Paolo’s tongue scoured the secret hiding places in Robin’s
mouth, and for a moment Robin forgot try to take charge. He just enjoyed and
let one leg float up Paolo’s hip. Five inches doth not a solid contact make,
but Robin humped Paolo’s thigh and pressed the heel of his hand against the big
bulge in Paolo’s pants. Oh yeah, that got a moan of enthusiasm from Mr. Hunky
Robin slid his hands over Paolo’s hard-as-iron butt—What does he do with that thing?—and
squeezed and released. Damn, if they lay down, could they fuck here? No, no
lube or condoms. But a good blowjob could still be in order.
Robin released Paolo and started sliding to the floor. It took work
to inch down Paolo’s fly over that mighty erection, but finally he achieved
release and reached into a pair of baby blue boxer briefs to free the
“My oh my.” Long, sturdy, cut, and straight as an arrow.
Paolo just breathed—really loudly.
“Mine.” Robin licked the fat head and got a slow, soft moan from
Paolo. Ah yes, encouragement. Wonder how
far Bobby went last night?
He laved the sides of the shaft, then, counting
on the element of surprise, thrust that solid eight-inch dick into his mouth
and down his throat in one smooth move.
“Holy shit!” Paolo locked his hands in Robin’s hair. Pushed and
pulled back, pushed and pulled back. Robin’s tongue reveled in the smooth
firmness of the shaft, the silk of the head, and the intrigue of secret
crevices. “Oh man. Oh.” Steadily, Paolo pushed Robin in farther and farther—then
suddenly, with a yank, he pulled Robin’s head away from his cock until he
looked down in his face.
“Why’d you make me stop? You don’t appreciate talent?” Robin

Paolo gazed at him. “I do appreciate talent, and you’re loaded with
it on every level. What I don’t appreciate are liars, and you sure as fuck
aren’t Bobby.”


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About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!


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RETURN OF THE CHAUFFEUR’S SON by Tara Lain Released! #Prizes #Sabrina

Will the promising chef with dreams of starting his own restaurant and winery see the dark, quiet lure of his long time crush’s conservative older brother, Dylan Armstrong?

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Return of the Chauffeur’s Son
By Tara Lain
Luca McGrath may be returning to Napa Valley, California, as a promising chef with dreams of starting his own restaurant and winery, but his heart still lives with the bad-boy son of a billionaire, James Armstrong. Luca spent his childhood playing games with the golden boy of California society, so blinded by James he barely noticed the dark, quiet lure of his conservative older brother, Dylan Armstrong.
But now Luca’s home, and his own powers of attraction are enough to make James question his dedicated heterosexuality and his promised marriage to a wealthy and powerful businesswoman. The obvious attraction between Luca and James spurs Dylan into action—but he’s fighting a huge secret. While Luca dreamed of James, Dylan dreamed of Luca. When Luca gets caught in the struggle between the brothers and gets accused of culinary espionage he’s ready to chuck the fairy tale—unable to even imagine Dylan’s power to make his dreams come true.







That soft, deep voice slithered up his spine and filled
his brain with even more fog. He turned and watched Dylan amble toward him
across the grass, dressed in black jeans and a black long-sleeved T-shirt. He moves like a cat. “I’m not sure I’ve
ever seen you in anything but a suit before.”
“It does happen—occasionally.” Dylan half smiled.
“They should star you in a movie about a panther that
turns into a human.”
Cat People?”
Luca cocked his head. “You know that old movie?”
“Yes. Movies are a passion of mine.”
“Seriously. I thought you just worked all the time.”
“Surprise.” His light green eyes sparkled.
Luca leaned back against the fence. “What are some of your
Dylan stepped to the fence and leaned against it too,
about two feet from Luca. Do I really
feel heat coming off his skin?
Luca took a deep breath.
Dylan looked up at the stars. “I love No Country for Old Men.”
Luca barked a little laugh.
Dylan glanced at him. “Funny?”
“It’s just the stereotype of the powerful businessman
taking out his enemies wholesale. Sorry.”
“Okay. Well, I love The
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope. I don’t think it’s a great movie, but I do love
the chemistry between the young couple.”
“Yeah, the old couple’s story was even too sappy for me.”
“I love Michael
“No shit!” Luca chuckled. “One of the least appreciated
movies ever. Love that film.”
“But I’ll see almost anything with Tilda Swinton in it.”
“Me too.” He shook his head. How could they have so much
in common?
“I also love My
Fair Lady
“Now you are joking.”
Dylan smiled and gazed at Luca. “No, I’m not joking. I’m
gay. Remember?”
The word felt like a karate chop to the windpipe. “Uh,
right. Sometimes I forget.”
“So, how’s the new job?”
“Uh, wonderful. They really want me to develop new
recipes and dishes. It’s what I love—along with wine making.”
“Oh? You’re interested in viticulture?”
Luca nodded. “Part of my degree is in winery management.”
Dylan pushed away from the fence. “You’re a man of many
talents, Luca.”
What the fuck did
he mean by that?
Dylan strolled a few feet toward the house.
Luca said, “By the way, I wanted you to know that James
invited my dad and me to your party and polo match this weekend.”
That got his attention. He looked back with a crease
between the beautiful eyes. “Oh? When did he do that?”
“Earlier tonight, when he and Nila had dinner at the
restaurant. She seconded the invitation and, since it’s kind of her party, I
figured it would be okay.” Did that sound like he had a chip on his shoulder?
“Then I’m sure it must be okay.”
Luca stared at the grass. “If you ever want somebody to
watch a movie with, just holler.” Crap!
He wanted to bite off the tip of his tongue.
Dylan looked equally astonished. “I’ll keep that in
mind.” He turned and walked into the shadows.
Why the hell did I
say that?
The sound of the big house door opening and closing carried
across the quiet space.
Dylan just looks so
And so damned



A cool voice came from behind Luca. “And of course you
know that Nila is James’s fiancée.” Dylan stepped into their circle and gave
that little smile that never quite warmed his whole face. “Good evening, all.
Sorry I’m late. Why is Friday always the day for crises?”
Luca could barely hear him over the dull thud in his
ears. Fiancée. Of course. Made sense. She was a tech wizard among tech wizards.
Add beautiful and charming. Then add female. The correct sex for the
heterosexual Armstrong son, no matter what he said about sucking cocks.
Luca glanced at Dylan’s chiseled face. Bastard. So that’s why you invited us. He wanted to parade James’s fiancée
in front of Luca and remind him exactly what he couldn’t have. Luca smiled
tightly. “I suppose crises are in the eye of the beholder.”
Francis gave Luca’s arm a squeeze. Right. Don’t insult your father’s employers.
His father looked around. “Is William not feeling well
Esther frowned just a little. “Tired, mostly, but I’m
sure he’d love to see Luca. Why don’t you take him back, Francis? You know the
“I will. Come on, son.”
Luca followed his father into the hall that led to
William and Esther’s suites. On the opposite side of the house, both James and
Dylan had their own bedrooms, offices, gyms, whatever they needed. That way the
whole family could regard the home as their private quarters when they wanted
to. Of course, both sons had their own apartments in San Francisco too.
Luca murmured, “Sorry, Dad.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. Dylan’s play was heavy-handed,
and he deserved what he got. I sincerely apologize, son. I didn’t realize Nila
was engaged to James. I’d heard they were seeing each other, but James sees a
lot of women.”
Luca stopped walking and leaned against the thick plaster
wall. “Before you came out of your room this evening, James showed up at our
door. He was more than flirtatious. Pretty damned confusing, especially in
light of this announcement.”
His dad shook his head. “I can’t claim to know what goes
through that man’s head. But no matter what game he’s playing, that doesn’t alter
the fact that James is both heterosexual and engaged in a liaison that’s very
important to the family. I’ve heard Dylan talking about the need to develop
wearable technology. I realize now that some kind of agreement with Nila’s
company must be what he has in mind. If that’s true, it’s worth millions, maybe
more, to Armstrong Technologies. Be careful, Luca. It looks like a big-stakes
Luca wiped a hand over his neck. “I didn’t start this,
Dad. Seriously. Sure, I was flirting a little, but then he started coming on. Hinting
at how he’d change his orientation for me. Even tonight, he keeps looking at me
like I’m ice cream.”
“I noticed, and I’m sure everyone else did too,
especially Dylan. I believe James is just playing. You’re a damned attractive
man, and he’s known to lust after anything beautiful.”
“I’m not exactly the right gender to interest him. Shit,
did Dylan really have to make such an issue of it?”
“James may be kidding, but I’d say Dylan isn’t counting
on that. One never got rich or richer counting on the twists and turns of James
Armstrong’s affections.”
Damn, so true.
They kept walking to William Armstrong’s study, but a
little cloud of sadness rode Luca’s shoulder. 



About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!
You can find Tara at Lain



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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 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.

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Centuries after the destruction of Earth, destiny is being fulfilled and plans are in motion to restore not only the Earth, but mankind, to its former glory. One family is fated to bring about this amazing destiny. One man puts it all in motion, the day he crashes on to the wolf-planet of Tumaro and met his mate.

Talon Versuthion always knew that some kind of way, life was going to screw him over. His parents died when he was just a boy and he can’t remember a thing about them. He was adopted by a great family only to have them tell him that he is a Vermithian, one of the most despised humanoid species. Even worse than that? He has no idea that a prophecy was made about his family, one that mentions that someone from the Versuthion family will bring back a pure human race. And there are people out there who will stop at nothing to make sure that never happens. No matter what.
While on a delivery for the GPA with his adopted sister Josie, however, Tal’s space shuttle crashes onto Tumaro, the notorious wolf-shifter planet. Tal is lucky to be alive, though Josie can’t be found. He is desperate to find her, but destiny steps in and history is changed forever. Because the Alpha King of the planet, Blazell Roughshire, is Talon’s mate. And before the two men can even settle into their new relationship they must deal with conspiracy, murder, kidnapping and a centuries old plot to completely eradicate the human race. Will Blaze be able to keep his mate safe from those who would see him dead? Is Tal truly the only one left from his family who can fulfill this centuries old prophecy? And can Tal, who has made it a point to never fall in love with anyone, open his heart and let Blaze be Passion’s hero?
Warning: This book contains references to abuse, rape, torture, and violence. It also
contains hot sex between a young man with an affinity for celebrities that may sound familiar to
you and his hot possessive Alpha mate. This is a R&P Whips & Chains novel which means the
story contains BDSM elements. BDSM is a Lifestyle and while certain elements of it are not
dangerous, please do not engage in any part of the BDSM Lifestyle without a trained
professional on-hand.(This is a re-edited, re-published novel. The publisher has been changed.
Over 22,500 words have been added to the original)



Categories: Alternate Universe, BDSM, Fantasy, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance, Science Fiction


“Where the hell are my clothes? More than that. Where the hell is my sister?” Talon yelled, pulling the bedcovers up to his chin.

Blazell laughed heartily, not at all deterred by his mate’s little freak-out. “Your clothes
were destroyed in your accident, my love. I took the liberty of removing the hospital gown you
wore when I brought you here to our bedroom,” he stated with amusement.

“Our bedroom?” Talon questioned in a small, hesitant voice, quivering with fear and shock.

“Yes, love, our bedroom. Where we will sleep and make love, more so the latter than the
former.” He didn’t know how to respond about the man’s sister. He hadn’t heard anything about there being anyone else found at the crash.

He would fully admit he was being rather selfish at the moment and only wanted to focus on his mate’s well-being and Talon’s sudden appearance in his life. Once they were fully bonded, Blazell would look into Talon’s missing sister. Blazell knew that made him an asshole, but, at the moment, he couldn’t bring himself and his wolf to feel ashamed.

Talon shook his head in bewilderment. “But you don’t even know me, and I certainly don’t know you!”

“My soul knows yours, my heart embraces yours, and my life and I were made for you as
yours was made for me. I know you in the deepest parts of me, even though my mind may not,”
Blazell declared. “You were made for me,” he said as he placed his hands on either side of his
mate’s face, his thumbs delicately caressing Talon’s cheeks. “As I was made for you.”

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A werewolf who’s hairless in full shift.

A water sprite who can’t hold his shape at the slightest touch of water.

An ash-tree nymph with a black thumb who kills every bit of flora in her vicinity.

That’s Fortunate, Missouri, in a nutshell—the town for abnormal paranormals. Nymph Romy, however, can one-up them all—her particular flaw is killing her. But thanks to a possible love spell, the wolf and the water sprite could be Romy’s key to cheating death. And the three misfits may find that even imperfect creatures can still create a sexy, loving, perfect union.

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Mathias was a korrigan, a fairy dwarf, and to his detriment, he’d been born male. An abomination amongst the korrigans, who were always female. Even his own mother had wanted him dead, but you can’t kill an immortal.

When he finally strolled out from behind the counter, his height no more than four feet, he held a red clay pot filled to the brim with a dark, loamy soil. Carefully, he handed it to Romy. “Here.”

She stepped away. “And what the hell am I supposed to do with dirt?” Maybe Mathias was tired of her bringing back dead plant after dead plant. It didn’t matter how much she watered the damn things, fed them, or even talked to them—none survived. She’d stopped giving them names after a while, awash with guilt and shame over each death.

His red eyes sparkled with excitement. “In this soil, there is a very special seed, my girl. Very rare and unique. I’m entrusting you with its care.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. There is no way in hell I’m taking on a ‘rare and unique’ plant. No. No. No. Give me a hardy shrub or weed. Better yet, maybe a cabbage. I won’t feel so bad about a cabbage when it croaks.”

Romy was a dryad; specifically, an ash tree nymph. Which meant, in theory, plants should flourish around her, but she couldn’t even keep her own tree alive. Her mother had postulated it had something to do with the sperm donor, aka Romy’s biological father, but the elder dryad had refused to say more on the subject. Tree nymphs were traditionally a love-’em-and-leave-’em race of females. They didn’t get involved with beings they considered no more than means to an end. Males born to tree nymphs always developed into the same race as the male halves of the couplings, while the females were always dryads.

Unfortunately, something had gone very wrong in the making of Romy. It hadn’t taken long after the dryad equivalent of puberty set in before her people had decided she was toxic.

She pushed the pot back to Mathias. “Uh-uh. You’ve seen my track record.”

When her “birth defect” had eventually started to affect the trees of her forest six months ago, Romy had been summarily kicked out by the other dryads. Of course, her people had called it a “long, extended respite” and sent her to the town of Fortunate, Missouri.

The moniker, over the years, had become a joke. The town had been named after the Fortunate Isles, also called the Isles of the Blessed, and had been used for more than two hundred years as a dumping ground for the “paranormally challenged”. Those who didn’t fit in with their own kind were sent to Fortunate to finish out their days. For immortals like Mathias, the end of days was a long-ass time.

For Romy, well…without a tree to tend, she wouldn’t live another year, the chlorophyll drying in her veins. The plants were test subjects for her, to see if she could sustain life. So far, they’d served only to help ease the ache of dying. But as far as tending plants and making them flourish, she failed constantly.

For Mathias to trust her with a “special” plant…no way was she taking on that kind of responsibility.

It was one thing to kill a common houseplant, but a whole ’nother thing to be responsible for something “rare and unique”. Was Mathias crazy? Romy shook her head again. “I can’t. Don’t you have an air plant or something? Hell, those suckers don’t even require watering.”

He patted her hands, his fingers soothing and gentle. “Ah, but my dear, I hope this may be the answer to—”

Mathias’ explanation was cut off by a barking baritone. “Ah, shit!”

Romy put the pot on the counter as she scooted around Mathias to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to.

In the greenhouse area beyond the main shop, two long, well-muscled legs and a firm ass, all packaged in perfectly tight jeans, stood nestled between two rows of plants.

“Hello,” Romy said.

The owner of the legs and ass straightened, making him a foot taller than Romy. And oh goddess, did he have an upper body and face to go with the lower half—thickly muscled chest and broad shoulders crowned by a face with bow lips, a Roman nose and the brightest green eyes. All framed by messy, shiny black hair that fell about his shoulders. It was as if the gods had decided to create perfection.

Ridiculous though—they would never do that. But hot damn, they’d come pretty close.

“Uh, hello yourself,” he said back, dusting his palms against his jeans.

His really low voice, which would have better suited a grizzly bear, sent a humming through Romy that made her body sing.

“What have you done now, Lucien?” Mathias asked when he walked into the back. His presence was enough to break the harmony, and Romy snapped out of her new-guy-induced daze.

“What a great name.” She smiled. It made her feel foolish, but she couldn’t punch down the giddiness.

“It’s a name.” He shrugged then leaned over again, which gave Romy another clear shot of his fabulous ass. When he stood once more, he held a small plant, cradling the roots carefully. He looked at Mathias. “I broke the pot, but the fern is fine.”

Lucien had a slight accent, but Romy couldn’t put her finger on the origin. If possible, it made the young man even more exotic and mysterious.

Mathias shook his head, making his red beard sweep his chest. “Where’s Sol?”

“I’m here!” Sol Winter, who’d been working for Mathias long before Romy had moved to Fortunate, stepped out from behind the last row of plants. He wore a baby-blue polo shirt that matched his light-blue eyes. It also complemented his tan, a deep golden bronze. Natural, according to him. Strange for an elf, but who was Romy to judge? His long blond hair was pulled into a ponytail. He often wore it down and spilling over his shoulders, but generally had it tied back for work.

Sol was taller than Lucien by several inches and a little broader. His smile brightened when he saw Romy. “Hey, you.” His mouth turned down in sympathy. “Kill another one?”

They’d had a strange relationship ever since Romy had arrived in Fortunate, which generally involved spirited banter and sarcasm. Even when the conversation turned a little mean, Romy was still thankful for Sol. He was the closest thing she had to a friend.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Nice.” He raised a brow. “Bitchy much?”

Even though she was certain Sol was gay, it didn’t stop her from having some wicked fantasies about him. After all, the man was hot-hot and knew how to dress. “Takes one to know one.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the oak this morning.” Sol scooped a handful of topsoil and pitched it at her.

“Oh no you didn’t.” In retaliation, Romy grabbed a nearby hose and squeezed the nozzle trigger, dowsing Sol where he stood.

“Stop!” Lucien yelled.

Too late. At Lucien’s shout, Romy turned, the spray of water slapping across the man’s face—and Lucien instantly melted into a clear puddle on the greenhouse floor.

Mortified, she dropped the hose. “Oh no!” She shook her head and stumbled forward. “What have I done?” Not only was she a plant killer, apparently she was a man killer as well.

Two lips formed in the clear pool. “I’m fine. Really.”

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The Merman and the Barbarian Pirate! Prezzies!

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I’m so happy to have my pal, Kay Berrisford, back on the blog. I think of Kay as one of my best author friends — even though we’ve never met! LOL. Kay lives across the pond — so one of these days. Meanwhile, can you think of anything more fun as a summer escpe than The Merman and the Barabarian Pirate? Seriously. And Kay has a Rafflecopter for you down below so be sure to enter! Take it away, Kay. —

Love is Never as Easy as the Stories Say! Kay Berrisford introduces her summer getaway read – The Merman and the Barbarian Pirate.

What type of guy is your dream man? A sizzling fireman hero? A buff supermodel? Maybe you go for the sexy intellectual types—a genius scientist perhaps?

At the start of my m/m fantasy adventure, “The Merman and the Barbarian Pirate,” Raef the merman thinks he knows exactly the sort of lover he wants.  He’s been raised on stories of merfolk falling in love at first sight then living happily ever after with rich, beautiful princes. He’s determined his own destiny should follow this path.

When Raef spots Lord Haverford, a smoothly handsome lord living in a fairytale castle by the sea, he believes his dreams are about to come true.  But … love is never as easy as the stories say.  I must be a very cruel writer, because I had great fun dashing Raef’s hopes and dreams and teaching him a little lesson about life. Because it turns out handsome princes are not Raef’s “type” after all.  He eventually loses his heart to a rough-looking tattooed pirate, who transpires to be the noblest hero Raef will ever meet.

Of course, we all know it’s what is inside a person that counts, especially when it comes to happy-ever-afters.  We’re told this from an early age, but it’s amazing how long it takes many of us to believe it.  Raef’s coming-of-age experience reflects a process that so many of us go through, from pining after unattainable idols like pop and TV stars, to remembering the true value of friends and family and those people close to us. None of us, I hope, have had quite such a steep learning curve as Raef. Still, I hope you’ll join him on his quest for love—a tale of kidnap, murder, forgery, high seas adventure, and above all, romance. It’s quite a rollercoaster ride!

Blurb: Raef, a lonely merman, spends his days watching the dashing Lord Haverford from afar and dreaming of love. When Haverford is robbed by a pirate, Raef vows to reclaim the stolen goods, hoping his victory will buy him the happiness he yearns for with Haverford.

But Jon Kemp does not match what Raef knows about pirates, and the simple quest Raef anticipated turns out to be an epic journey. For while Jon might be a nobler man than Raef believed, he’s still a pirate. Love and loyalty are not on Jon’s agenda, and he certainly has no plans to love someone not entirely human …

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“W-we need to talk.” What was it about Kemp that made Raef stammer? He couldn’t gauge it.

“That’s a sound plan.” Kemp placed the book on the table and came closer. “I can’t work you out at all, my lad. You’ve still not told me what it is you do for Lord Haverford. You’re clearly neither a servant nor a so-called gentleman, and you’re no Navy man, that’s for sure. So what are you?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Flustered by the unanswerable question, Raef fell to his knees.

Kemp jumped, clutching the handle of a cutlass at his side. Raef prayed Kemp wouldn’t strike, and gazed up at him, imploring. “I want to apologize for being unfriendly earlier. You, er, you’ve been good to me, at least good for a pirate, and…”

Raef’s attention slammed onto the formidable package at the front of Kemp’s breeches, and a ravenous hunger overtook him. He moistened his dry lips. Now he understood exactly why those young mer threw themselves at lords and princes. These cravings swamped even those he’d harbored for Haverford. He was so desperate to see what lay beneath Kemp’s clothing, he’d all but lay down his life for a peek.

“And?” Kemp eased his grip about the pommel.

Raef’s voice sounded weak and distant. “I, uh, wondered if you and I could get to know each other a bit better.”

“Did you indeed? And why exactly are you kneeling before me?”

“Um, because…” With shaking hands, Raef reached for the silver buckle on Kemp’s belt. He didn’t know what he was doing, but some uncontrollable urge within him shouted this was right. Perhaps it was because he was unused to folk being dressed, because he needed Kemp naked.

“Poseidon’s teeth.” Kemp seized his wrists and pushed him away so hard he tumbled backward. “I don’t think you really want this.”

Raef couldn’t answer; desire quaked through him, though the rational shouts in the back of his mind grew louder. Stripping Kemp’s breeches was more than friendship required.

Kemp eased his glower, then took Raef’s hands and drew him up before leading him over to the bunk. He sat Raef down and settled close by. Their thighs almost brushed. “Is this what Lord Haverford makes you do for him? Is that how you’ve earned your crust?”

On gathering what he could of his fractured wits, Raef neither understood nor liked the melancholy in Kemp’s tone. After all, if Lord Haverford allowed him to give pleasure and be cherished, that would be a glorious thing. He shook his head, and a silky lock drooped across his brow. “No, he doesn’t make me. Nobody has ever made me do anything like that, in all my twenty-one years. Nobody has ever even asked.” He puffed his hair from where it tickled his nose, and the final confession slipped out before he could stop it. “I wish someone would.”

Kemp emitted a noise caught between a sigh and groan, and a roguish glimmer lit his eyes. That shoal of fish in Raef’s belly took flight once more, manic, as if a predator were in their midst.

“Well, my callow colt, we’d better start at the beginning.” Kemp leaned in, obliterating the gap between them, and pressed his lush lips to Raef’s.

Raef’s heartbeat seemed to stop, then it surged forward like rolling thunder. All he could feel was the gentle brush of Kemp’s mouth against his, kindling a wondrous and flourishing heat. Kemp lingered there a moment, offering a kiss of snowflake-light caresses. Then Raef felt Kemp’s tongue, hard and wet and tracing the seam of his lips.

Raef parted them, inviting Kemp inside. Kemp thrust forward, plundering toward Raef’s depths, and pushed his hand up Raef’s thigh toward his achingly-hard loins. He hoped Kemp knew exactly what to do about that, though for now, the kiss incited rapture enough. Coarse beard scraped Raef’s smooth chin, grazing the skin, but he didn’t care. He hugged Kemp tight, gratefully enveloped in Kemp’s embrace. He scrubbed his tongue against Kemp’s, tasting spice, rum, and something uniquely, wonderfully him.


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Aidee Ladnier Sexy Sci-fi, THE BREAK-IN Plus Giveaway!

Breakin[The]LGHi everyone — If you’re here for the Equal Rights Blog Hop, please click HERE! Now, welcome Aidee Ladnier, my fellow Dreamspinner Press author, on her first visit to the blog! She has a new sexy, MM sci-fi called The Break-In and a great Rafflecopter giveaway! I’ll let her tell you all about it.

Waiting for the One

by Aidee Ladnier

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If you put the words “song” and “waiting” in Google you get almost 215,000,000 hits. The songs range from staples like Richard Marx’s “Right Here Waiting For You” and Greenday’s “Waiting,” to classics like The Kinks’ “Tired of Waiting for You.”

It’s estimated that the average person spends 45 minutes to an hour waiting everyday for mundane things like elevators, for software to download, in lines, and for the red light to change while driving. That means by the time you die, you’ll have spent around three years of your life just waiting for something insignificant.

In my new novella, THE BREAK-IN, recently published by Dreamspinner Press, roboticist Forbes Pohle is waiting for his lover to show up on his doorstep, because a time traveler ten years before, promised he would.

It’s a trope in romance. You wait for the ONE, the only person who’s your destiny, the perfect lover that fits you just right. Of course, that doesn’t always happen. The one true love is a nice fantasy, but not that common in the real world. And yet, when I was little, that’s what I dreamed about. I bet you did, too.

Waiting with regards to love is a curious thing. Psychologists are well aware that romantic love requires impatience as well as patience. When lovers first meet, it’s intense. Every minute spent with a lover is important. Every touch is a caress. During the first bloom of love, you want to get as close to that other person as humanly possible. Sexual tension and the need for intimacy are at its highest. That first meeting, first date, first day, is the one that you remember. It’s where those initial connections are made that mean love, sex, and intimacy in a relationship. Sexual desire is impatient; your whole body is on fire. But that urgency can’t be maintained forever.

As lust cools and romantic love deepens, patience comes into play. If the promise of real, solid, lasting love is within our grasp, then it’s something worth waiting for. If a lover is called away out of town or even out of the country, you might pine but you wait for that lover to return. A temporary delay is just an obstacle to overcome. After all, love conquers all, even time and space.

I chose to write about waiting for love because I know someone that waited, waited twenty years before I consented to marry him. If someone in the real world can wait that long, surely my characters can wait, too.

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Aidee Ladnier began writing fiction at 12 years old but took a hiatus to be a magician’s assistant, ride in hot air balloons, produce independent movies, collect interesting shoes, and amass a secret file with the CIA. A lover of genre fiction, it has been a lifelong dream of Aidee’s to write both romance and erotica with a little science-fiction, fantasy, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in to add a zing.

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The Break-in

Author: Aidee Ladnier
ISBN-13: 978-1-62798-736-3
Pages: 56
Cover Artist: Christy Caughie

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Blurb: Ten years ago, roboticist Forbes Pohle received a visit from time-traveler Oliver Lennox. “Wait for me,” Oliver said. Now a decade has come and gone, and Oliver has returned. However, Forbes never dreamed Oliver would reappear as the point man for a gang of technology thieves breaking into his lab. He finds the younger Oliver just as sexy and even more annoying; still, he must convince him their happily-ever-after is meant to be—but he only has the time it takes his robotic cat Jeepers to thwart the thieves to do it. After waiting so long, he could lose everything in the span of seconds.

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OLIVER PULLED the sleeve up on his jacket and checked the cheap watch strapped to his wrist. He needed to get the door to the lab open before Wilson did something stupid.

“Is your cat gonna give me back my gun?”

The metallic chunk drew his gaze back to the robot cat as it bit through the gun’s cylinder, and the two pieces of the revolver clattered uselessly to the floor.

Oliver smacked the ground, sending a burst of pain up his arm.

“Come on. Guns don’t grow on trees. That was an expensive piece. I had to trade two laptops and a password for it.”

“What was the password to?” The Doc toed the gun pieces to the side, away from the robot pretending to wash its whiskers.

Oliver sighed. “Porn site. ’Course, he didn’t realize it was a gay porn site.”

Cross-dressing Witch! Rebecca Cohen FOREVER HOLD HIS PEACE

ForeverHoldHisPeace (3)Hi all–

Thank you for coming to say hi to my guest, Cherise Sinclair, on Big Backlist Weekend! Winners will be announced today on the homepage and by email.

Now, please welcome back Rebecca Cohen with her new book in The Crofton Chronicles, FOREVER HOLD HIS PEACE. Rebecca is giving away a copy of the book, so please enter on the Rafflecopter. And read on, because every stop on the Tour has its own unique excerpt, so visit lots of stops to get an exciting view of this delicious new book.

Blurb: Sebastian Hewel has never been happier. But his life playing the role of his twin sister Bronwyn, the wife of Anthony Redbourn, Earl of Crofton, is about to change. Rumors abound that Bronwyn is using witchcraft to enthrall her husband, and false evidence has been found. Practicing witchcraft is a crime that could have Bronwyn brought in for questioning by the sheriff, and that would reveal Sebastian and Anthony’s secret.

Together they must decide whether it is time to lay Bronwyn to rest. Anthony intends to ensure that whoever implicated Bronwyn pays for the treacherous deed. Whatever happens, Sebastian and Anthony must prepare to face an unknown future together.


“There are rumors about everyone at court. You would not believe the time people devote to talking about each other. And most of it should be forgotten,” said Manning.

“Does that mean there are rumors about Lady Crofton?” asked Anthony.

“Ever since she stepped foot in court, rumors have followed Lady Crofton like a pet dog—but any woman married to you would have attracted the same.”

“Anything we should be troubled by?” pressed Anthony.

Manning put his tankard down. “No, well, not really. You caused a smattering of gossip when you threw Lady Florin out of Crofton Hall, and a few loose tongues have said Lady Crofton must have cast a spell on you to keep the wild Lord Crofton in check.”

“A spell? As in witchcraft?” asked Sebastian.

“Or possibly they’d seen A Midsummer Night’s Dream once too often,” said Manning. “Listen to me, gentlemen. No one is pointing fingers. There are rumblings, but that is normal. If I were you, I would put it from your minds and forget them.”


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TheDirtyMartini_Cocktails4_mediumHi everyone —

Please welcome my friend, Renee George, who is bringing us The Dirty Martini (CockTail #4). Are you intrigued? Plus, you can win a $25 Amazon Gift Certificate! So be sure to enter on the Rafflecopter.

The Dirty Martini —

When bartender Chris Lawson gets unexpected bad news, he goes into shock. Even more shocking is when he wakes up, he’s in the arms of Marty Lincoln, an Army Ranger on leave from his post.  Even in his grief, Chris feels instantly connected to the war ravaged vet.

Only two problems: Marty is his boss’s younger brother. And even if that wasn’t an obstacle, the battle-hardened Ranger is straight.  Or is he?

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Driving up the highway, only a couple hours from his hometown, Chris allowed the surrealness of the situation to envelope him. Marty hadn’t said more than a few perfunctory words to him since they’d stopped at Chris’s apartment to pick up his things for the two-day trip, and he’d made a point of not making eye contact with Chris. The silence and distance lingered between them—a thick and heavy barrier. Did Marty already regret his decision to take Chris home? They barely knew each other. They weren’t friends, and one night didn’t make them lovers.

Chris pursed his lips, steeling his courage to give Marty an out. “About last night. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just two people hanging out, hooking up. It’s not a big deal.” He snapped his mouth shut and swallowed hard. God, he sounded like a rambling imbecile. Marty’s white knuckles and seriously drawn brows indicated Chris was making things worse not better. “Look. One time doesn’t mean your gay or anything. I was sad. You were sad… or whatever. We helped each other. End of story. No reason to feel bad or guilty. It’s not like I’m going to be heartbroken if you don’t want me.”

Hearing his own words, the possible truth of them, hit Chris like a punch to the gut. “I hope that’s not why you’re taking me to my dad’s funeral. Because you feel guilty about what we did.”

The car slowed. Marty flipped the right blinker. He pulled them over to the side of the highway, put the car in park, and turned his head until his gaze fell on Chris.

Chris, who had some experience with the fight or flight reflex, was suddenly in flight mode. He should’ve kept his mouth shut! Marty looked like he was ready to beat the crap out him, and considering his ranger training, Chris had little chance against him.

When Marty undid his seatbelt and turned his body to face the passenger seat, Chris pressed his back against the door. Marty leaned over the console between them until his face hovered inches from Chris’s. Chris tucked his chin and closed his eyes, bracing for the punch.

His eyes fluttered open when he felt the unexpected warm press of Marty’s lips against his own. Not the punch he was expecting, but just as hard of a knockout. Marty’s eyes had softened at the edges, but he still looked angry when he pulled back.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I walked in on you having coffee with Jay this morning. Not kissing you before now has been the hardest part of my day.”

Stunned, Chris said nothing when Marty sat back in his seat, put his seatbelt on, and started the car. “Have I cleared up your confusion?”

Chris shook his head and smiled. “Not at all.”


Renee GeorgeAuthor Bio: Multi-published, award-winning author Renee George has been a factory worker, an army medic, a nurse, a website designer, a small press editor, an artist, and a teacher, but writing stories about sexy alpha men is the BEST job she’s ever had. When she turned thirty, she went back to college and earned her BA in creative writing. She has been married to the love of her life, a wonderful man who supports in every way, for over half her life (and that is a VERY long time!). She happily lives in a small, Midwest town with her husband, two needy dogs and a very independent cat.


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Angel Martinez: FINN, Endangered Fae. Goodies 4 U!

Finn_432(1)Hi everyone. Thank you for joining me and my guest Andrew Grey for Big Backlist Weekend. The winners will be announced on the homepage of this site sometime Monday.

Now, please welcome my friend, the amazing Angel Martinez, who is bringing us her new book, Finn, Endangered Fae. I love fae stories, so this one’s on my list. Keep reading. I’ll bet it’s on your’s too. Enter to win on the Rafflecopter below.

Blurb: Finn:

When Diego rescues a naked man from the rail of the Brooklyn Bridge, he just wants to get the poor man out of traffic and to social services. He gets more than he bargained for when he discovers Finn is an ailing pooka, poisoned by the city’s pollution. To help him recover, Diego takes him to New Brunswick where Finn inadvertently wakes an ancient, evil spirit: the wendigo.

While they struggle to find a way to destroy the wendigo before it can possess Diego or kill nearby innocents, Diego wrestles with his growing feelings for Finn. Kill the monster and navigate a relationship between a modern man and a centuries old pooka. Piece of cake.

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Excerpt: The ordeal of the shower seemed cruel, but Finn was filthy and smelled like a dumpster during a garbage strike. Diego placed one of his plastic kitchen chairs in the middle of the shower and installed Finn there, but he only slumped against the chair back, eyes closed, face turned into the spray.

Too exhausted to even flinch.

Diego fought down the little shiver of revulsion at the stench, stripped to his boxers, and stepped into the stall with him. He attacked the tangled mass of hair first, positioning Finn so his head hung back over the chair. No lice—a good sign. He might have been homeless, but he probably hadn’t lived on the streets too long. The nest of midnight snarls unwound under the caress of water and shampoo. If Finn stood, his hair would reach at least to the top curve of his butt. A strange blue-black iridescence shone in it, his natural coloring as far as Diego could tell rather than bottled special effects.

The rest Diego washed with a loofah, shoving away modesty out of a need to get Finn to his rest. An ache lodged around his heart to see how malnutrition had ravaged what probably had been a lean-muscled frame. An athlete, perhaps, before he went off the deep end, an impression reinforced by the absence of almost all body hair. Waxed or electrolysis-denuded—only Finn’s crotch sported a black thatch of soft hair. Swimmer, perhaps. The Olympic competitors often shaved it all off for every small gain in streamlining.

He turned off the water and tugged at Finn’s arm. “Come on. Let’s get you settled. You can’t sleep in the shower.”

Finn staggered to his feet and Diego all but carried him to Mitch’s room. The spare room, he corrected himself. He usually kept the door closed so the stark, unfurnished space wasn’t glaring at him.

He sat Finn down against the wall, brought him a pair of flannel pajamas, soft with age, and went out to the front closet to retrieve the air mattress and vacuum. Six boxes lay stacked against the wall; all that remained of Mitch’s things. Diego ran a hand over one, and then shook his head against the temptation to open the top and look at its contents. When he returned, Finn hadn’t moved from where he sat, naked and dozing in a patch of sunlight.

“You might want to put those on.” Diego toed the pajamas closer as he dragged the air mattress into place. When Finn’s only response was a long sigh, he added, “We need to get you warm. I don’t want to have to take you to Emergency.”

With a puzzled frown, Finn unfolded the material and managed, after looking back and forth between the pajamas and Diego’s jeans a few times, to pull the bottoms on. His efforts with the top, though, were sabotaged when the vacuum roared to life. He startled and scuttled sideways, wide-eyed and panting.

Diego hurried to switch it off. “Sorry. Should have warned you.”

“Is it some sort of small dragon?”

For a moment, Diego stared in blank surprise before he caught himself. At least the nature of Finn’s delusion was becoming clearer. He might even share his history later when he had the energy, perhaps some tragic story of an exiled prince. For now, Diego thought it best to play along.

“Not a dragon. Just a machine. It blows out and sucks in air with great force.”

“Ah.” Finn seemed disappointed, but waved a hand for him to continue.

Mattress inflated, Finn dressed and installed in bed, Diego thought he should get something in him before he drifted off. He tried tap water first but Finn jerked his head away, the color draining from his face.

“Tainted,” he gasped. “Great Dagda, it reeks.”

Diego sniffed above the glass, puzzled. New York City water, piped in from the mountains, was cleaner than most but it was treated. Chlorine. Fluoride. Maybe Finn had an allergy to one or the other.

Bottled water produced a less violent reaction. Finn smelled it, nose crinkled, but he downed half the bottle in desperate gulps before Diego could take it back from him. Hydration, at least, wouldn’t be an issue.

The hurdle of food remained. Starvation often did terrible things to the body’s ability to accept nourishment. Not the best time to offer a hamburger and fries. Diego decided he should start with the foods one was supposed to give sick kids: bananas, rice, applesauce and toast, minus the applesauce, since he didn’t have any.

Finn wouldn’t touch the boiled-in-tap-water rice. He nibbled a corner of the toast and set it aside with murmured apologies. The banana completely stumped him. He turned it over and over in his hands and finally tried to bite through the skin.

“You eat these?” He handed it back to Diego with a grimace.

All right, so his reality doesn’t include New World fruit. Diego peeled the banana for him and handed it back. “You don’t eat the skin. Try the inside.”

Finn took a careful bite and his eyes widened. “That’s not bad.”

Diego could only watch anxiously, praying his guest wouldn’t choke, as the rest disappeared in three bites. With a contented sigh, Finn handed the peel back, gathered the covers into a circle in the center of the mattress, and curled into a tight ball inside his nest. By the time Diego brought an extra comforter to cover him, Finn was fast asleep.

Clean and at rest, his face had a childlike quality with his hair tucked behind one finely-curved ear. Diego wasn’t certain it was a handsome face, almost unearthly in its delicacy, and though Finn stood six inches taller, he had the odd feeling he could scoop that long frame up in his arms without much effort.

He backed out and closed the door as quietly as he could, confident Finn wouldn’t die on him. Tomorrow he would see about finding the right agency to take his guest, preferably one that wouldn’t hand him right over to immigration.

A few hours of peace while Finn slept should let him at least get through the current chapter he was writing.

The moment he sat ready at his desk, fingers poised over the keys, the phone rang.


Author Bio: While Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres, she writes both kinds of gay romance – Science Fiction and Fantasy. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware, (and full time inside the author’s head) Angel has one husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other furred and scaled companions, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.

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Louisa Bacio Brings HER WOLF MENAGE & a Wolf for You!

New Orleans at nightHi everyone! Thank you for entering the Spring Fling Blog Hop! I’ll be posting my winner later today! Now please welcome my friend, Louisa Bacio, who is introducing you to her new release, Her Wolf Menage! Be sure to enter on the Rafflecopter for a chance at her lovely wolf necklace plus GCs and books! Here’s Louisa.

A Wolf in the Quarter

Thank you to Tara, for allowing me to come talk about my newest book baby.

Her Wolf Ménage, book 7 in my erotic paranormal series The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf, got a bit of a title revamping to make it “sexier.” The working title – the file folder on my laptop – happens to be A Wolf in the Quarter.

Jana’s story – that of a wolf raised in the forest coming to New Orleans – started out as a “fish out of water.” She’s not in her element, and very much naïve, especially when it comes to men.

She ends up with not just one, but two suitors, and a city pack that would like to entice her into some recreational fun.

Oh, what’s a she-wolf to do? Well, have quite a bit of an adventure with some surprises along the way. But will it be all she expects? Sometimes we learn that you can’t leave your past behind.

I’ve been told the story stands alone, but even reading The Wolfe Pack will give a little bit of background.

The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf: Her Wolf Ménage

 By Louisa Bacio

She seeks adventure

What’s the use of living in a wolf pack when one isn’t a shifter? Jana strikes out from Louisiana’s national forest to New Orleans to find herself, only to discover more questions.

They want the same woman

The moment Jana steps into the French Quarter, Andre pursues the naïve beauty. An artist, he senses the hidden wolf beneath the surface, and her nature calls to him. It’s not until she leaves that long-time friend Dominick realizes what he wants. The two alpha weres must battle it out or learn to share to reach their happy ending.


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Louisa Bacio is the author of seven erotic novels, including the paranormal series The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf, and numerous steamy short stories.

Bacio enjoys soaking up the sun in Southern California, and spending time with her family. In addition to writing and editing, Bacio teaches college courses in English, journalism, film studies and popular culture.


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