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Sunday Spotlight - Lisa Oliver and You've Got to Be Kidding Me

Welcome Lisa Oliver back to Sunday Spotlight!  She's bringing details of her most recent release, You've Got to Be Kidding Me, the second book in her The Gods Made Me Do It series.

Poseidon, ancient Greek God of the Sea, ruler of earthquakes and once worshipped by thousands as a fertility god, was bored and that could be a dangerous thing for people around him. Deciding to visit his son, Nereus and friends at the Cloverleah pack, Poseidon causes his own brand of trouble, resulting in a night out at a club. All he wanted was a bed partner for a few hours. What he got was so much more.

Alpha Claude wanted nothing more than to rule his pack, care for his club members and take up the offer of a warm body when his urges got to strong. When Kane, Alpha of Cloverleah calls and says he wants to bring a special visitor, he was intrigued. But when a silver-haired god walks into his club, he knows his life is going to change. He just didn't by realize how much. 

Gods dropping in, visits from family and pesky secrets have a way of making things difficult. Fighting outside foes is easy, but the problems that flare between two very different men might be enough to scupper their mating before it has a chance to settle. Will they ever find their HEA or are the differences between a land creature and a god of the sea to big to overcome? 

This is an M/M true mates book and as such comes with the obligatory warnings. While this is book two in the series and can be read as a standalone, readers will have more of an understanding of secondary characters and off page references if they have read book one and the Cloverleah series, in particular, On The Brink. 

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“What have you done to me?” 

Claude smiled his first genuine smile in six days as an angry Poseidon appeared before him. Personally, after he’d learned of his mate’s slutty behaviors from Nereus, he expected him a lot sooner. But as he inhaled his mate’s unique scent, his body responding accordingly; inside, Claude was relieved Poseidon had come at all. 

“It’s customary to greet an Alpha with respect when you step in their territory,” he reminded quietly, acutely aware of his pack members, many of whom bristled at the sudden intrusion of a non-wolf in their midst. Thank goodness, he was on the BDSM side of the club or he’d be shelling out a fortune in drinks to hapless humans who’d wondered where his mate had come from. 

“Oh, forgive me, most illustrious Alpha,” Poseidon sneered as he made a sweeping bow causing two Doms to trip over each other as their eyes remained glued to Poseidon’s ass clearly defined in skin tight leather. He straightened and the hair on the back of Claude’s neck bristled under the power his mate exuded. “What. Have. You. Done. To. My. Cock?”

“Everything you asked for and not as much as I wished.” Claude leaned back on the bar, his wolf intently aware the mood in the club had shifted. “I told you we were mates and I explained what would happen once I bit you.” There were a few gasps at the mate statement, but Claude kept his eyes on Poseidon. His wolf would watch his back. 

“And I explained I am a god for fuck's sake. Gods don’t have mates. Now take this spell off me before I lose my temper and you find out how many of your snarly friends can swim.”

Claude laughed although it was killing him not to take his mate into his arms and take up where they left off. “There is no spell, no magic potions or anything else like that. I bit you; you wear my mark. We’re bonded together for life and yes,” he allowed his eyes to rake over Poseidon’s delectable body, “that cock now only works for me, as everyone here can clearly see. Now, why don’t we take this somewhere private?”

“I’ve got nothing to fear from a bunch of wolves.” Claude internally winced at the sneer in Poseidon’s tone. His mate might be beautiful but he had a few lessons to learn in making friends. “I won’t have this. I won’t be mated to a land creature. I’ll speak to the Fates personally if I have to, but I will have this mating broken.”

“Do what you like.” Claude fought to stay visibly calm; not easy to do with his heart shattering into a million pieces. He knew his mating wouldn’t be easy, but he didn’t think Poseidon would try and break it. Didn’t he feel the attraction at all? “I’m sure you have the Fates cowering in their collective boots. I’ll be waiting when you’ve got over that snit of yours and come crawling back for some relief.” He managed a trademark grin. “I already owe you two spankings. You coming here and making a scene has cost you another one.”

Poseidon’s eyes narrowed. “Hell will freeze over first.”

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An zwei Bären gebunden Der frisch verlassene Carson Davies beschließt, dass ein paar Tage Einsamkeit auf dem malerischen Bear Mountain genau das Richtige für ihn ist. Aber sobald er ankommt, wird er überrascht von der sinnlichen Reaktion, die er auf die beiden Eigentümer der Feriensiedlung hat. Die beiden männlichen Eigentümer. Carson hat sich noch nie zu einem Mann hingezogen gefühlt ... Für zwei Bären bestimmt Die Betas Brynn und Tomas haben jahrelang auf ihren menschlichen Gefährten gewartet, doch als sie ihn endlich finden, ist der noch im Säuglingsalter. Ihren Beschützerinstinkt ignorierend verlassen sie das Tal, doch als die zwei Bären nach Jahrzehnten zurückkehren, ist die Zeit für sie gekommen, sich zu nehmen, was schon immer für sie bestimmt war. Ein Omega für zwei Bären Asher McCreary hat einen berüchtigten Familiennamen und er ist ein Omega. Nachdem er jahrelang von seiner wilden Familie misshandelt wurde, haben zwei angehende Mörder ihm schließlich den Rest gegeben. Als er in seinem Krankenhausbett erwacht, trifft er auf zwei Helden in Form von Graham und Airan, Sheriff und Arzt von Bear Mountain, die beide fest entschlossen sind, ihn vor den Männern zu beschützen, die ihn verletzt haben.

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NEW RELEASE: Sacrificed to the Sun God (An MPREG Short) by Kelex

Miss me?  I took a little time off in June and only had one release... and now I've got a fun little short out before Project Zed Book 3 DEVIL releases in a couple of weeks. 

FYI Sacrificed to the Sun God is LOOOOOOSELY connected to Sacrificed to the Harvest God, so you DO NOT need to read them in any order.

In the aftertimes, the earth is a barren, dry place. Maal’s tribe prays to the sun god, Dag-ra, to gift them with enough food and water to make it through the year. On the first day of summer, they must give an offering. One soul to sacrifice.

Most years it’s someone from the tribe who’s committed a crime, but when there are no criminals, the council decides to put up the oldest member. Maal won’t allow them to sacrifice his grandfather, and demands the mighty god take him instead.

Dag-ra has been long waiting for one such as Maal.

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Maal felt sweat break out over his forehead as he watched the give and take of pain and pleasure… and suddenly wondered what it would feel like to endure the lash of that strong whip. He frowned, not understanding why he’d think of something so deadly and consider it erotically intoxicating. Yet with each strike of the whip, he felt need pumping in his veins… and by the end of it, he was near to moaning himself from the visions dancing in his own mind.

When the whip disappeared from Dag-ra’s hand, part of him was thankful. Much more and he would’ve made a fool of himself before the others. They already thought less of him because of his age…

Dag-ra swiped one large hand through the air and Amon’s chains disappeared. A bench of some type had appeared below the thief, and Amon was now bent over it, his bottom high in the air.

Maal’s mouth dropped as he watched the god move behind the man and angle that huge cock against Amon’s ass. Dag-ra turned, meeting Maal’s stare seconds before sliding deep inside Amon’s body. The thief cried out… again, in utter pleasure.

Maal closed his eyes to the sight, afraid the erotic show would prove too much for him. He tried to ignore the growing moans and pleas for more that poured from Amon’s lips, but it was impossible. A bright light appeared, so bright, he could see it behind his closed lids.

Look at me.

The whispered words in his mind frightened him. He opened his eyes and met the god’s stare. The fire of the sun burned there again and threatened to singe everything he gazed at. Heat swept over Maal, and his cock grew even harder.

The light grew, circling Dag-ra. He pumped his hips into Amon, all while holding Maal’s stare.

Maal felt tingles all over his body. A tightness grew deep within, and he felt something growing.

Dag-ra roared, the very building shaking around them from the colossal sound of it. Maal’s body tightened, and he felt an explosion. He came, his hips jerking involuntarily. A moan rose from his lips, but was drowned out by the echoing sound of the god’s fierce cry.

And then the light was gone.

Dag-ra stood over Amon’s limp body, his still hard shaft swaying between his thighs as he looked down at the thief. What appeared to be golden seed slid from between Amon’s thighs and also dripped from the head of Dag-ra’s cock.

Come to me, Maal.

Dag-ra again met his stare, a smile crossing his lips.

If the god had been able to speak into his mind, did Dag-ra know he’d come? Heat spread across his face as he felt the wetness at the front of his pants. He lowered his stare before spreading his hands to cover the spot, afraid it might be seen.

Come to me.

Maal whipped his head up and saw the lust in the god’s blazing eyes. His body still throbbed with need, to have this male inside him. He felt every muscle tighten with the need to step forward and bow to his god. But he fought it.

An angry frown crossed Dag-ra’s face before the male disappeared.

Sunday Spotlight - MA Church and Texting, Autocorrect, and a Prius

Welcome MA Church back to Sunday Spotlight with her new release, Texting, Autocorrect, and a Prius...

Clay McDonald finds the perfect car on Craigslist and is quick to send the seller a text:

Is your penis still for sale?

AutoCorrect strikes again. Damn—he should’ve proofread. How embarrassing.

Luckily Darrell Anderson, a mechanic and the owner of the Prius, is more amused than offended, and the two men agree to meet. When they do, the attraction is instant, and a date is arranged. But a series of mishaps, misunderstandings, and misplaced assumptions sorely test the new relationship.

In a contemporary romantic comedy about the perils of technology and dating in the modern world, a text that went so wrong might just lead to something so right—but only if Clay can refrain from jumping to conclusions and give love the benefit of the doubt.

Excerpt:

“Hey, I left the towel in the bathroom,” Bert giggled.

Darrell had no idea what was so funny about that, but… well, Bert’s brain was soaked in alcohol. He did make a mental note to go get the thing since he was washing clothes. “Okay. I’ll get it in a minute. Want to watch TV?”

“Sure,” Bert answered.

Darrell wondered if Bert knew his eyes were closed. He surfed the channels until he found a good movie. Within minutes Bert was asleep. Darrell retrieved Bert’s wet towel and added it to the pile of laundry. He sipped his soda and watched the movie alone. Of all the things he could’ve been doing on a Saturday night, babysitting Bert never entered his mind. Oh well, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do.

Once the movie ended, Darrell started picking up around the house. Seeing his phone, he decided to check it. Sure enough, there were several calls inquiring about the Prius. He either left a text or a voice message telling people what time they could come by to check out the car starting Monday.

Just as he was finishing up, he got another text message. Hey! This is Clay. I saw your penis for sale on Craigslist. Is it still available? If so, I would like to take it for a test drive sometimes tonight.

Darrell started laughing. Oh, that was hysterical. As much as he hated to admit it, that was the best offer he’d had in a long time. He fired back a message. Hi Clay, I’m selling a Prius. Is that what you meant? He couldn’t wait to see what the response was. Was it bad that he actually hoped whoever that was meant what the text said?

Another text came in: Yes!! Apologies new phone.

Darrell bit his lip. Somewhere out there was a guy dying of embarrassment. He answered: Well it’s Craigslist. You never know.

Still laughing, he checked the time. Bert was probably down for the night, and he had nothing better to do than this. Oh, what the hell. He sent back a quick text message telling Clay where he lived and to come and look at it.

Since it was summer, it didn’t get dark until much later, so they had some daylight left. After he sent the message, he got another text back saying Clay would be there in about thirty minutes.

Darrell walked back to his bedroom and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. After that text exchange, showing up in his night pants might be pushing it. He was still chuckling quietly as he walked out to the garage to check on the Prius.

Buy link: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/texting-autocorrect-and-a-prius-by-ma-church-8590-b

Author Bio:

M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two grown children.

She is a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.

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