Sunday, February 12, 2017

Sunday Spotlight - April Andrews

April Andrews is back!  She's sharing a little bit of her upcoming release (Feb 15th!) with us today.  Crossing the Line is the first title in her new Alpha One series.

In the year 2152 the last of humanity lives on a series of generational spaceships. Twice a year, on the ship known as Alpha One, five scouts are chosen to head out into deep space and find places where Alpha One can re-stock its supplies.

Tobias Hark, newly qualified pilot, is one of those scouts but Tobias isn’t being sent on his mission alone. He has been paired with his commanding officer, Javier De Santos. Javier also happens to be the one man that Tobias has been crushing on ever since he joined the pilot unit. But there are rules on Alpha One and those rules mean that Tobias can never let his superior officer know how he feels.


Javier has been following those rules too, despite the fact that he has lusted after Tobias from the day they met. But when their ship lands on a strange planet, and they have to make some drastic decisions in order to survive, Javier soon realizes that if there is ever a time to break those rules it is now. Because protecting Tobias has just become his priority and the only way that Javier can do that is by crossing the line. 


Excerpt



If Javier DeSantos heard the word ‘sir’ come out of Tobias Hark’s mouth just one more time he swore it would be his undoing. It wasn’t even the word itself, though that was bad enough. It was the way the young pilot said the damn thing. The way his green eyes seemed to widen. The way his lips parted softly as he spoke. And the way his skin flushed...that soft fucking skin of his...

It was constantly flushed around Javier, and Javier knew why, of course he did, it was fucking obvious. The young pilot had a crush on him. He’d had that crush since his very first day of pilot training.

Javier could remember well the moment he had picked up on it. It had been midday and after the usual briefings that all new pilots were given, Javier had decided to launch them straight into a virtual reality scenario. He often did things like that, springing scenarios and tests on his recruits, it gave him an idea of who was confident, who would need a bit more attention and so on.

The VR was for a planetary landing. Javier had been strapping the pilots into their test modules. Tobias had been the last on his list of new recruits. Javier had eleven in all. Slightly less than the other officers but unlike the other officers Javier didn’t just train new recruits, he was still on active pilot duty himself.

He’d moved across the room to Tobias’ module. The young man was already trying to strap himself in. He was eager. That thought made Javier sigh inwardly. He’d read over Tobias’ record when Tobias had been assigned to him. The young man had only just turned twenty-five—the age of entry to the pilot unit—and he’d come all the way from module zero one, the module at the very front of the ship, one that Javier hadn’t visited in years. The people there tended to end up in the engineering or medical units. Tobias was the first of them to apply for the pilot unit in more than a decade.

And of course, Javier had noticed the other man during their briefing, realized how good looking he was, but he certainly wasn’t the only attractive male to enter the unit, and Javier had thought no more of it.

“Let me show you how to do that properly, Tobias,” Javier had said as he approached Tobias’ module.

The younger man had smiled at those words, looked up, and that was when it happened. That was when Tobias’ crush started...and when Javier’s raging lust did too. In those first few moments together, as Javier looked down at Tobias, as Tobias looked up at him, something clicked between them.

It was just a moment, just a heartbeat, but it happened.

And then Tobias’ skin had flushed a deep, deep pink, his green eyes had widened, and he’d whispered just two words, “Yes, sir.”

Yes, sir....

Those two words had featured in pretty much every wet dream that Javier had experienced since. And there had been plenty of those dreams because try as he might, Javier couldn’t help the fact that Tobias’ crush was not unrequited. Javier felt it too, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop himself from wanting Tobias.

Badly.

And what the hell was that going to mean for the mission ahead?

“Sir, I’m confused...” Tobias began.

Javier sucked in a deep breath. It was the voice he decided then. The voice did not help matters at all. It was too soft, too easy to imagine it in his ears as he slid his body over the other man’s... 

“There’s no need for confusion, pilot, it’s quite simple,” Javier said quickly. “I will be flying the primary scout ship and you will be my co-pilot.”

“You’re coming on the mission too, sir?” Tobias asked and his voice, that damn voice, was filled with confusion.

Javier turned to him and shot him a look. Tobias did not return it. He simply flushed and lowered his gaze. It took quite a bit of Javier’s willpower to stop his body from reacting to the sight of that in the way that it wanted to. “Do you have a problem with me coming on the mission?” he asked.

“No,” Tobias said quickly. “Of course not, I...just...”

“You just what?” Javier demanded.

“I thought scouts went out alone, sir,” Tobias said.

And he was right about that, of course he was, because apart from being the most attractive male that Javier had ever met, Tobias was also the only pilot in over twenty years who had scored one hundred percent on every single exam that he had ever taken. The test flights, the written exams, the oral exams, he never put a foot wrong. That was the reason he had been chosen for this mission, the most important mission of this entire scouting campaign. And that was the reason that Javier could not pick someone else, someone who did not make his body clench with desire, someone who did not make him wake up in the middle of the night with an erection that just wouldn’t quit, someone who didn’t make Javier feel like he might explode every time they were close to one another...

Tobias was the best person for this job.

Whether Javier liked it or not.






Friday, February 10, 2017

Lisa Oliver Pre-Order

I'll be sharing more on this title in a guest spotlight to come -- but a new spin-off of the Cloverleaf Pack Series is about to get underway and the pre-order is NOW AVAILABLE.

Lisa will be a guest on one of my Sunday Spotlights very soon, so more details will be coming!




The Gods Made Me Do It #1

(Spin off series from the Cloverleah Pack. Can be read as a standalone, but readers of the Cloverleah Pack series will recognize some of the secondary characters).

Madison Worthington has worked hard to get to where he is. Thrown out of his pack at a young age, he finds his home in the San Antonio pack, eventually talking himself into a job as Damien's PA. He doesn't get the respect he'd hoped for, but he holds his head high as he works behind the scenes keeping Damien's club and pack running smoothly. At night he dreams of a mate who will hold him in strong arms and love him just the way he is. Unfortunately, the Fates appear to have other plans. 

 Sebastian D'Eath, son of Thanatos the Angel of Death, has always known that the Fates would throw a mate in his path. He just didn't realize he had to dive into flood waters to stop the man from drowning. But no matter how cute his mate might look as a drowned rat, Sebastian has his arguments ready. He doesn't want a mate; won't take a mate and no one can make him. However, he soon finds out the Fates have other plans for him, too.  

Angry words lead to Madison being captured by a wolf with a sick mind. Salvation comes from an unlikely quarter, but Madison returns to the pack with a change of heart. He has some scores to settle and Sebastian is first in the firing line. Hellhounds, dinners and a red convertible - will Sebastian ever get the man he claimed he didn't want? 

This story is roughly 50,000 words, but the book includes a bonus short story about Thanatos and Cody.  

Warning: Contains two sexy men, intimate situations and coarse language. Also watch out for a sexy twink with an attitude that won't stop, a demigod who seriously needs to grow up and hellhounds that appear without warning.

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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

NEW RELEASE - Hitman by Kelex

Wrong place, right time.

Carter O’Conner exemplifies the term wrong place, wrong time when he gets between a hitman and that hitman’s prey. Sure he’s the next to die, he steels himself, refusing to give the killer the satisfaction of seeing his fear, even though he’s shaking like a leaf on the inside.

Antony Rosetta can’t ignore the man’s interesting reaction. Accustomed to begging and pleading, he respects the male escort’s strength… and struggles to forget the man after he walks away. As the weeks pass, his fantasies propel him to search for Carter and see what makes the man tick.

Carter doesn’t want to head out on another assignment but, after weeks of denial, he’s nowhere closer to paying his tuition bill. Accepting the address from his handler, he winds up before the hitman, afraid he’ll face death after all.

Instead, he confronts a passion too much for him to handle. Can these two broken men become whole in each other’s arms?

Warnings: MM, Gay, Anal Sex, Bondage, Paddling, Spanking, BDSM, Forced Seduction, Exhibitionism, and Extreme Scenes of Violence and Murder

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Excerpt

The crack of palm on flesh reverberated through the air. Pain lanced through his face. The coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. Carter lifted a hand to his lip, knowing it was split.

“I paid for your time,” Enzo spat.

“You haven’t paid me shit,” Carter yelled back without thinking.

Another strike caught him on his left cheek, the pain blossoming strong. Old and small he was, but Enzo’s hands packed a wallop. The man was used to violence. Carter had felt danger coming off the guy in waves. Carter felt dazed from the second blow, his mind numb. He climbed to his feet, ready to get the hell out of the room, but Enzo was right behind him, quicker than Carter could’ve imagined.

Another hit came to his face. It felt as if he’d met a brick wall. Hard.

Carter saw stars. Enzo lifted his hand to strike him again…

And then a hole burst from the side of his temple, blood splattering from his head and coating Carter’s face. Enzo lingered there a moment, as if time had stopped. The hate and anger in his eyes melted into a numb, glassy stare. He fell to the floor, a lump of flesh, with tangled arms and legs jutting out at odd angles.

Carter backed away, staring at the mass that had, seconds before, been beating him.

The slider skidded open and a dark form emerged through the billowing curtains. A man stood in the opening, a handgun hanging from one hand.

The sounds of the city exploded, the open door letting it all rush in to him, the cold air cold. Not that he truly felt it.

Carter backed away more, until his ass met wall. He stood there trembling, knowing he’d traded one killer for another. The man walked over to what was left of Enzo, checked for a pulse, and then rose back to his feet. He lifted the gun and put three more shots into the body, each one making Carter jump with fear.

And then the killer turned back to Carter, his expression unreadable. A cold sliver of fear crossed him, but it soon faded. He wasn’t sure why… there was everything to fear.

The guy towered well over Carter, he could tell even from across the room. His body was thick, but in a way that suggested hard muscle hid under his clothes.

He was dark and dangerous.

His skin was deeply tanned, his hair and stubble black as the night he’d emerged from. His clothes were black as well, covering him from shoulder to feet. Even his hands were covered in dark gloves.

His eyes, they weren’t dark. They were the color of caramel and, when the light hit them, they shone with a brilliance that made Carter’s stomach twist in something besides fear. But the fear was too great for him to fully register the sensation in that moment. Later, when he was recollecting on this moment and trying to burn the man’s face into his brain, he’d think about those eyes and how beautiful they were. He saw a cold detachment there. Yet, when the killer stared at him, emotion swirled in the depths. Carter felt a kinship to this man somehow. He recognized the emotion. He saw it when he looked in the mirror.

Loneliness.

How much he craved to look into those eyes as the man slid deep into his body over and over again, forcing his own solitude away.

But he wouldn’t recall pondering all that until later. All he thought about in the here and now was the fact he was about to die. His heart thundered in his ears and he felt his knees wobbling under him, but he did everything in his power to hide his body’s responses.

The killer drew something from his pocket. A switchblade opened as his long legs ate up the floor. Carter sucked in a breath and watched the light shine along the knife, knowing it was about to plunge into his chest.

Or his neck, slicing open his throat. He’d feel the warm curtain of blood coating him any second. And then it would all be over. A pointless existence. Another tragic case where no one would miss the poor, dead whore.

The killer stopped when his body was millimeters from touching Carter. He lifted the knife and Carter steeled himself… only to watch as the man shoved the blade into the wall. He dug the blade in a few times… before extracting the bullet that had taken Enzo’s life.

He showed it to Carter, looking somewhat proud. Whether that was meant to scare him, Carter didn’t know. When the knife flicked closed, he startled. The killer shoved the bullet, and then the knife, into his pocket.

Carter looked down to the gun still held in the man’s other hand and saw his own cock—red, angry, and rock hard—lightly pressing against the man’s thigh. His strong thigh. The desire to rock his hips and enjoy the friction of the tight black denim encasing those thighs hit him out of nowhere. He hadn’t been able to get it up for his john, but there he was stone hard and ready for a killer. What the fuck is wrong with me?

He lifted his gaze and met those golden eyes. Up close, the man was handsome. Past handsome, he was heartbreakingly gorgeous, his features refined. A scar running along his strong jaw only accentuated his good looks instead of taking anything away.

It amplified the danger.

The killer said nothing. He didn’t move. He just lingered there, close enough that Carter could feel the heat coming off the guy in waves. He smelled good. Real good. Like leather and spice, and it filled his nose, making him want to lean in closer and fill his lungs. He knew he’d remember the particular scent for the rest of his life.

Which was insane.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Guest Author - Maggie Walsh and Maxi's Glass Heart

Welcome Maggie Walsh back to my blog as she shares a bit of her upcoming release, Maxi's Glass Heart

Maxi is a small shifter who has escaped a controlling brother and has come to Sanctuary in hopes of disappearing and finding a new life and his mates. As he begins to settle down in his new home and his new job, Maxi begins to make some friends. Something he has never had before. Maxi is happily surprised when he meets both of his mates on the same day.

Valor is a very large and sexy fae warrior, and Travis is a gorgeous wolf shifter who is in Sanctuary as a trainee at the facility. When the three meet, they go off to try to get to know each other, but something Valor says has Maxi worried and he shifts into his creature and takes off. He has had enough pain in his life and he is unwilling to stand for anymore.

After his mates find him and they clear the air, the three have a passionate night together, but that too turns out to be a moment of pain for Maxi. Once his mates are done having their fun with him, they immediately take off without giving Maxi a second thought.

After a week away, Valor and Travis return from a mission to try to talk to their mate and apologize for just leaving him like they did, but they find that Maxi is not receptive to what they have to say. Maxi takes off and Valor and Travis follow him. When they find him a few minutes later, they are both confused when they realize Maxi has no memory of them.

When Maxi is then taken by someone from his past, Valor and Travis have to find him before they lose their mate forever. And if they do find him, they then have to convince the little cutie that they are his mates.

Available Feb. 9th, 2017 at: www.bookstrand.com

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“I’m sorry,” Maxi whispered. “I should have let you finish and not run halfway through your sentence.”

Maxi stood there silent as he looked between both of his mates, neither of them saying a word. Maxi wondered if he had something on his face the way they were both just standing there not making a sound. He turned his head back and forth between them, then followed their gazes. Looking down his body, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized he was standing before his mates buck naked. And their gazes were locked on the hard cock jutting from his body.

Maxi sighed in annoyance and put his hands on his hips. When neither mate moved or averted their eyes, he started snapping his fingers. “Hello. My eyes are up here. Jeez, you two act like you never saw a cock before. Okay, okay, I get it, I’m naked and hard, but show a little control, people.”

“You’re very beautiful, mate. Stunning actually,” Valor said in a deep, husky voice. A shiver raced through Maxi’s body from the sound. He didn’t think the timbre of Valor’s voice could get any deeper, but it did. And, boy, was it sexy as hell. He could feel a bead of pre-cum escape the tip of his already painfully hard cock.

“Yeah, well, thank you, but do you think you could stop looking at me like that for a few minutes so that we can get past this drama?” Valor raised a brow at him as a smirk touched the corner of his mouth, and Maxi narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, I realize it was self-inflicted drama, but...whatever.”

Travis cleared his throat, bringing their attention to him. “Do you both think we could get past this little misunderstanding and move on?”

“Okay, but either you both need to get those clothes off so I’m not the only one standing here naked for this conversation, or someone needs to give me a shi―” Maxi never got to finish his statement as he stood in awe of how fast both men shed their clothes and now stood before him in all their naked glory. A whimper escaped his lips as Maxi’s gaze freely roamed over miles of muscled, taut skin, so perfectly molded and hard. Maxi raised his brows in amazement. That’s not all that’s perfectly hard. Hot damn. Was that an actual cock hanging between his fae mate’s legs or a fucking third leg? At least now he had his answer as to whether the fae was big everywhere. His hole clenched with the thought of that massive man-meat sliding into him.

Travis fidgeted next to him and Maxi turned his attention to him, and another whimper came out. Travis was also well gifted in the cockatiel area, as well as the sculpted body. Maxi licked his lips in appreciation as naughty thoughts of running his tongue over every inch of their bodies crossed his mind.

“Keep looking at me like that, mate, and I’m going to lay you down right here and ravage you,” Travis promised.

“I’m about to ravage you both,” Valor added and stepped closer.

Maxi felt a heat at his back as a hard chest pressed up against him and strong arms wrapped around his waist and began to stroke his stomach. He felt lightheaded and leaned back, welcoming the touch. Maxi’s eyes closed when Valor’s large hand grazed his left nipple. Gods, it had been too long since he had felt the touch of a man.

Another set of hands were placed on his hips and a feather of a kiss crossed his lips. Maxi opened his eyes, but his lids remained heavy with desire. Travis stood before him, his lips a mere inch from Maxi’s own. Travis leaned in and took his mouth in a slow kiss.

A second set of lips pressed against the side of his neck, as they started a path of torturous nibbles and licks up to his ear. His lobe was tugged slightly by teeth and he moaned. Travis took advantage of the slight opening of his lips and slid his tongue inside, tangling it around Maxi’s.

Maxi raised his hands and wrapped one around the heads of each of his soon to be lovers, pulling them closer. He loved being surrounded by these two hot men. And he especially loved being the center of their attention. Sure he was the center of his brother Parker’s attention when the man was around, but that was in a completely different way. Parker was always telling him what to do and what not to do. He always demanded things of Maxi and made his life hell. If he didn’t listen to Parker there were always consequences. Maxi had to do everything for his brother, like a maid. He was so sick of being alone or with Parker. So sick of no one ever caring for him or about him.
But these two men, his mates, were making him feel very wanted, if the press of two hard cocks against his heated flesh was any indication. Damn, where was a nice fluffy bed when you needed one? But then again, the forest had its own advantages.

A large hand wrapped around his cock and began a slow, steady stroke from base to tip. Maxi whimpered from the sensations that were consuming his body. Another hand cupped his sac and rolled it ever so gently, as Travis pulled back from the kiss. “Does both of our hands on you feel good, little sprite?” Travis asked in a whisper against his lips.

“Oh, fuck yes. Being the cream in the middle of this cookie is better than being the chip,” Maxi answered breathlessly.

Travis and Valor both chuckled. “What does that mean, mate?” Valor asked and nipped at the side of his neck again.

“I love chocolate chip cookies. Not too big on cream-filled ones, but maybe I need to reassess that thought, because being the cream is fucking fantastic.”

“See now, I love the cream. Especially the kind I can make shoot from my beautiful lovers,” Valor replied in a husky voice. The vibration of it against his flesh had Maxi’s cock weeping with need.

“Someone likes the idea of you tasting his cream, Valor. The scent of your arousal is making my wolf need a taste of that cream as well, little sprite,” Travis said, then dropped to his knees before Maxi.

Valor stopped stroking his shaft and Maxi felt Travis’s hand wrap around the base right before a wet tongue lapped across the tip. He moaned from the pleasure it gave him and he pushed his hips forward, wanting more. Travis didn’t disappoint. He took the tip between his lips and sucked gently as he speared his tongue into the small slit, pulling more of his essence from Maxi’s body. Maxi thought his head was about to explode from the attention of his two mates, and he didn’t think it could get any better, but then it did.
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