Tuesday, April 29, 2014

#Tuesday20 - Something Beautiful with @AndrewKJericho

Something Beautiful by Andrew Jericho

Transman, Reed Collins and his partner, Levon Kruger, an openly gay drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, have been in a committed relationship for eight months. The couple is continuing to explore the love and passion that began in an online chat program a year ago. Recently, they further defined that commitment as a marriage.

While on their honeymoon, Avery Gaines walks into their lives in what he calls, “a chance meeting.” The couple is immediately attracted to the tall, dark-haired stranger, with deep green eyes. Reed is the first to admit his love for Avery, but Levon holds his emotions in check. Avery wants the trio to share love and a commitment, not readily understanding Levon’s reservations.

The romantic triangle goes through a period of conflict and turmoil, until Levon finally reveals a promise that he made to Reed, and how loving Avery would call into question the very foundation of the marriage he shares with his partner.

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.

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1st 20 Sentences from Something Beautiful ~

“Sweet transman, that’s how to suck a dick!” Levon moaned.

Feeling Levon’s hands on the back of his neck, gently caressing his skin, Reed slid his lips further down the shaft of his partner’s cock, allowing the swollen head to hit the back of his throat.

“Reed, this past year with you has been heaven.”

Reed’s mouth was drenched with Levon’s pre-cum, as he was aware of his partner’s familiar throbbing, which always signaled an approaching orgasm.

“Babe, your mouth is so warm! The only thing hotter is your ass!”

Levon’s cock was completely buried within Reed’s mouth, as he tightly sucked the swollen shaft. Slicking two fingers, Reed inserted them into Levon’s entry, hoping to heighten his lover’s pleasure.

“I love you, Playboy28! Marry me!”

Reed’s mouth was now flush with Levon’s groin, as he continued the slow, deliberate suck on his partner’s dick. One hand was kneading his lover’s buttocks, as two fingers from his other were stretching Levon’s anal cavity. His partner’s prostate was swollen, causing the drummer to writhe beneath his touch.

“I want us to have babies, too. I’m so close, but I don’t want to
come yet. I’ll do that in your tight ass.”

As Levon flipped him to his back, Reed watched as his partner lubed three fingers, slipping each digit individual into his cavity.


“What? I know you heard me ask you to marry me.”

The fingers were quickly replaced with Levon’s cock, as his partner slowly filled him. With each tender thrust of his hips, Reed listened to his lover groan. The rings of muscles were quickly opening under his partner’s loving touch, while his anal cavity accepted Levon’s dick. Feeling his lover’s pulsating cock buried deep inside him had to be one of the most sensual and erotic sensations between

Author Bio 

Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing who’s writing proves that love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation.  He is a gay transman whose work can be found at : http://akkinley.com.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

#WritersRockWednesday - @KayelleAllen is here with a #Giveaway

The Last Vhalgenn By Kayelle Allen

Duty to king and country has shaped Raik's life since birth, but to protect them, she must perform a ritual that betrays all she holds sacred. 
The Vhalgenn is a warrior, bedmate, soulmate, companion, and friend. Trusted by the king. Hated by the queen. To save the newborn prince, the Vhalgenn will risk her position, her honor, and death itself to honor the Old Ways. But when she takes the newborn prince to the queen's homeland for a ritual blessing, she discovers a betrayal so deep the kingdom -- and her heart -- might never recover. 

This fantasy features a strong heroine, and was originally part of the 2008 EPIC eBook Award nominated anthology A Time To... Volume 1 - The Best of The Lorelei Signal, from Wolfsinger Publications, which is now out of print. The strong female character possesses nobility, honor, and courage, and is a role model for women. The book is dedicated to all women warriors, whatever their battle, and is written by a US Navy Veteran.
In this scene from The Last Vhalgenn, the heroine, Raik, is alone with King Orix. They grew up together, but his new queen barred Raik from the palace. Raik is back to deliver news of a battle and while delighted to be with Orix, is nervous about his queen discovering them.

I followed Orix to the matching chairs where we used to sit in the evenings. The fire crackled and popped. Homesickness gnawed my heart, especially when the faithful old servant, Cyrus, greeted me. His unfeigned affection and fatherly embrace brought tears to my eyes. He set out a meal of bread, cheese, and wine and served me first, against all custom.
Orix watched, amusement touching his mouth and eyes. Before he left, Cyrus reminded me twice to call if I needed anything. Orix stood and went to the fire, hands held out to the flames.
"There's enough for four people." I broke off a hunk of crusty black bread. "Come share."
He returned, nibbling while I gulped, but said little. At last, hunger satisfied and body clean, I leaned back in the chair and lifted a goblet, watching the fire through the deep red wine.
"I'm sorry, Orix. You know. About Dahr. I didn't mean to hurt. You mean more to me than anyone alive."
He reached across and took my hand; interlaced his fingers, and then folded his arms and stared into the fire.
"I need her Raik. As much as I needed you."
Needed? I choked back words that anguish hurried to mind. I was as much his chattel as any of his horses. If one person could own another, then I was his, given to him at birth. Why should it hurt if he treated me as such?
"She's in danger of losing the baby."
"Again?" There had been a miscarriage four months after their marriage. "What's wrong this time?" I poured more wine.
"Some woman thing. Her doctors fuss around her bed all day. It's been weeks and she still has to stay on her back. I can't even see her. All her doctors are from Kellindahr. I don't think she trusts ours."
"This child is crucial, Orix. You need an heir to both lands. If it helps for her to have her own people around her, so much the better."
"Aye." He rambled on about a rallying point and the Kellindahrii people's love for their queen, while I mused over how much time would be lost begetting another heir. It struck me that if Dahr was abed she hadn't met Orix's needs. My throat tightened when I thought of him sleeping alone. I dared not look at the over-sized bed we'd so often shared. Nor did I look straight at him, afraid my rampant feelings would show. There was a war to finish. I'd been foolish to bring the dispatch. Being this close to him...
I flung myself out of the chair and stalked, stiff legged and sore, over to the fireplace and leaned my head against the mantle.
Let him go! He's the king. You're a soldier. He'll never be yours. Don't lose your heart over him. Don't do it. Not again.
"I'm sorry." Orix came up behind me. "You're exhausted and here I am prating about my needs." He pulled my hand to his mouth and pressed the palm against his lips.

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About the Author
Kayelle Allen is a multi-published, award-winning Science Fiction Romance author of unstoppable heroes, uncompromising love, and unforgettable passion.
Unstoppable Heroes Blog http://kayelleallen.com/blog

Friday, April 11, 2014

Spring Fling #BlogHop - A #ManLove Event

Thanks to Hennesse Andrews for organizing this hop!

Spring Flings can be fun, exciting and even leave you breathless! Since I'm currently writing book 3 in my Z Pac Alpha Shifters series, which is set in the sultry land of Zarantaria, I thought it only appropriate that I give you a peek into the last book to catch you up to speed.

Predestine (Z Pac Alpha Shifters 2)

“Mmm…that’s it.” Riker dropped his head back and pushed his hips more forward. Then he looked back down and asked, “You want to hear what I’ve been thinking about at night?”

While Riker continued to gently fuck his mouth, he continued to massage the back of Slade’s scalp. Unable to talk, Slade nodded his head in answer. He wanted to hear it all. Anything and everything that Riker thought of, he needed to know. Because whatever it was, Slade would give it to him.

“So many things, Slade. I imagined so much. All the different ways I could take you. All the different ways you could take me. I imagined different positions, different angles. Different places while you and I fucked one another over and over again. All that mattered was that it was with you. Only you. Fuck, but I’ve wanted you so damn bad.”

Slade looked up at him. Through watery eyes he tried to tell Riker how much he wanted him, too. His words came out as mumbles as he fought the battle between his need for Riker and his need for oxygen.

“What’s that, baby?” Riker gently rubbed his hand along Slade’s jaw line and caressed his cheek.

Begrudgingly, Slade released Riker from his mouth and licked his taste from his lips. “I want that, too. All of it. Everything you said and more.”

Riker offered a sexy grin. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Slade’s words caught in his chest. It would have been so easy to say yes and admit his true feelings, but he felt frozen as he stared up into those magnificent eyes that seemed to put him under a spell. Did he want to fuck him? Hell yes he did, but he wanted so much more than just a fuck. He wanted all of Riker. He wanted his heart, his soul. He wanted to mark him for his own, so no one dared to go near him ever again.

“Hey…” Riker lifted his chin. “What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?”

Slade shook his head in answer. “No. Not at all. You said everything right. I do want that. I want you. I want more than you may realize.”

“Maybe we both want more. Maybe you should just take whatever you want,” Riker suggested.

The idea filled Slade with mixed emotions. Happiness, desire, and possessiveness consumed him all at once. He cocked up an eyebrow and looked up at the beautiful man who stood before him. He wondered if Riker was serious, or if it was merely a playful challenge. Whatever it was meant as, Slade was done being passive. Riker told him to take what he wanted, and he intended to do just that.


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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

#WritersRockWednesday with Rhea Regale

Today we have Rhea Regale telling us about how she became a writer. Here's her story ~

If you were to ask me when I was still 9 what I wanted to be when I grew up, writer would NOT have been my answer.  I'd much rather clean a bathroom before I sat down to read or write.  It wasn't until my closest friend gave me a thriller as a birthday present that I found a love for reading.  I devoured books in this genre, as well as the paranormal genre, but I wasn't always satisfied with the way a story went or the way it ended.  

My first attempt at writing happened during Christmas break when I was 11.  My closest friend and I (we were inseparable) decided that we should try and write a story.  Sounded like loads of fun to me!  I couldn't wait to create a story that I had control over.  The characters were mine.  The idea was mine.  The plot-I really didn't grasp the concept of a plot back then-was mine.  

My earlier books will never see the world outside my filing cabinet, but it sparked my love for writing.

I started writing in the genre I read and branched out to paranormal.  Had I been asked if I'd ever write romance back then, I would've rejected the very notion vehemently, despite those secret scenes I left out of my books that focused on the on-page romance that I decidedly kept off the page.  Only after I had my first child did I creep into the romance department of the bookstore and purchase my first romance, red-cheeked and all.

One book turned into a massive library very quickly and I finally made the leap into romance writing.  I couldn't believe that I had suppressed my love of romance for so long!  I found my true niche.  My earlier works were mainstream (under a different name).  I mean, after all, I would never write erotic romance.  Well, then I ventured into erotic romance and swore I would never ever write menage romance.  Guess what happened?  Yep.  I went down the menage path.  I love writing menage books, erotic romance, light erotic romance, but I would never never ever write anything that contained a male/male relationship.  Ha.  Did that too.  

My journey to becoming a writer was filled with a lot of "nevers," but "never" for me is a self-imposed challenge. I am a competitive person, even when it's against myself.  I love writing.  I love my characters.  I love building worlds, living in those worlds while I'm writing, and recalling those worlds when I'm through.  I write from my heart, and will continue to write as long as I can. 

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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Brianna Cabot has one goal coming to Ryder, Kansas, with coworker and boyfriend, Jackson Morrell. Contract land for their boss’s new luxury resort to lock in a golden promotion. A brutal car accident puts a dent in her plans. So does Ryder’s handsome sheriff and partial owner of the prime property, Rylan Ryder.
Nine months ago, Rylan lost his girlfriend to Crosslane. Rescuing Brianna draws on painful memories of having been helpless to save the woman he had loved, but stirs awake long forgotten desires. Their ongoing feud over her boss’s proposal fuels the escalating attraction between them. Unfortunately, the woman is his closest pal’s girlfriend, and therefore off-limits. Little does he know, Jackson has a plan of his own to lure Rylan into their relationship and share a woman neither man can do without.
Even the most carefully laid plans are threatened when someone from Brianna’s past arrives, who has no intention of leaving without his prize.

“Rylan, I’m not askin’ you, or your family, to abandon your town,” Brianna started.
“Listen to me, Miss Cabot—”
“Brianna, please.”
Rylan held her gaze steady for a long, heart-pounding moment. Time might’ve slowed, she couldn’t be sure, but her thoughts came to a halt. Rylan became the only being of her focused attention, as did his encouraging words in those moments she thought she was dying. Jackson opened a door last night, one she was scared to death to cross. He read her as clear as crystal, knew she held something for the sheriff, and offered them a chance to invite Rylan into their relationship.
“You okay?”
Brianna blinked the haze from her eyes. Rylan’s arm stretched toward her, and when she looked down, he was holding her coffee cup upright. Occasional ripples swept along the top of the drink, a giveaway to her trembling fingers.
Oh. My. God.
Her name rolled off his tongue smooth, silky, filled with a raw edge of command. This man had a voice that raked down her body like the teasing scrape of teeth and nails in the throes of foreplay. Each letter of her name spoken in his deep, sexual husk flicked along her pussy, a phantom tongue playing across her clit.
Miss Cabot. Call me Miss Cabot again.
Brianna carefully placed her cup on an empty section of his desk and loosened the scarf around her neck. She worked up a forced smile, cleared her throat, and nodded.
“I’m fine. Probably just some aftereffects of medication and the surgery and whatnot.” She flicked her hand in a nonchalant fashion and unbuttoned her coat. She laughed, shrugging out of the insulating item. “As we were sayin’.”
Rylan’s penetrating gaze didn’t lighten up, even as he eased back into his chair, perched his elbows on the arms, and folded his hands below his chin. His index fingers tapped together, a subtle furrow creasing his left brow. No matter what, this man knew how to wear every expression in the sexiest way.
“You’re still pressin’ the topic, are you? As I was about to say, there will be no further discussion. Colt and I own that property jointly. If I am not willin’ to sell, it won’t be sold. And I’ll tell you this much. You think I’m bein’ stubborn, wait ’til you confront Colt. This is a dead end for you. I’m sorry about your promotion, but your motivations do not align with mine. Ryder is a town rooted in our ancestry. We’re country folk. Farmers, ranchers, rodeo competitors, cattle herders. We have absolutely no interest in promoting a five-star resort and spa in conjunction with the ranch. That is not what this town represents.”
Balling up her courage, she placed together her business ego and took to a dangerous tactic. “I understand Colt might be facin’ civil charges in the murder—”
“I’m sorry, I’m not discussin’ that with you.” Hot to cold, like a damn switch. Rylan rolled his chair to her with a single, strong kick against the floor. One fluid twist, he had his legs on either side of hers, hands wrapped tightly around the metal arms of her chair, and he leaned closer to her. Brianna kept her shoulders straight, but her blood was threatening to melt through her veins and leak into her body. Nothing about Rylan offered comfort or kindness as he hovered close. Everything about him was wild, raw, a predator with his eyes on his prey. The fine line of threat and passion blended.
Jackson said he was a passionate man. If this is what he brings to bed, god help me.
“You have no business castin’ assumptions about my cousin’s predicament when you can’t even get the facts about your promotion-promisin’ deal right. You toss another sucker punch like that, Miss Cabot, and I will chase you out of this town faster than a bull in an arena ever could. Do I make myself clear?”
Oh he did, except for the slip of his gaze lowering to her mouth that turned up the heat between them to an explosive degree. She fought to keep each breath steady and even, praying he didn’t notice the frantic thumping of her heart that filled her own ears and hit her chest wall so viciously she thought her sweater was thumping in time. She held her ground, challenging him as he held tight to the chair. Slowly, she leaned into him, bringing her face dangerously close to his. Her knees fell open, resting against the insides of his powerful thighs. She watched his pupils expand, swallowing the amber-brown of his eyes. His nostrils flared and his breath hitched.
Brianna folded her hands around the arms of her chair, her fingers reinforcing Rylan’s grip. “You’re threatenin’ me, Sheriff. I don’t take lightly to bein’ threatened.” She gave his fingers a gentle squeeze. “Would this be considered a form of restraint? I thought restrainin’ a person without probable cause was illegal.”

“This is nothin’, Brianna.”

Rhea's Bio:
Growing up, I was always the quiet girl who knew everyone but never quite fit in. I kept busy with dance, cheerleading, and numerous other activities. I was an overachiever, a hard worker, and very dedicated to anything I pursued. When I decided that I loved writing enough to follow along the writer’s career path, nothing deterred me from reaching my goals. I didn’t go to college straight out of high school, but rather focused all my free time and energy into my stories. Negativity could not steer me off the path of my dreams. It only made me more determined to succeed as a writer. Now, with a loving family, I continue to do what I love most. Write from my heart and share my stories with the world.