My blog tour for The Leprechaun Next Door goes on, and today I’m at Long And Short Reviews. If you want to know my favourite places to go drinking in Amsterdam, New York, Paris, Birmingham and East London, you can find the post here. Bottoms up!
I’ve embarked on a blog tour for my Dreamspinner MM urban fantasy novel, The Leprechaun Next Door, which is released on March 19th. Today, I’m at Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words, being interviewed about creating characters, stories that need to be put aside for a while to make them work, and more. I had great fun answering the questions, and you can find the interview here. Come back over the next few days and I’ll let you know where else I’m appearing…
I have a few songs which have sentimental value, we all do I guess, we sit with the radio on in the background and then all of a sudden we are transported back to a time we thought we’d forgotten by the playing of a few bars of a tune.
One of those songs for me is Fleetwood Mac, The Chain. It used to be the theme tune to the Formula 1 Grand Prix when I was a kid growing up. And I loved it, partly because it is a great song, even now. But also because it signified the highlight of my week was about to begin. Those first few bars still raise my blood pressure, by a few beats per minute.
I remember sitting on the floor in my dad’s lounge going through his old record collection and finding that he had this album. I couldn’t believe my luck! I took that album into my bedroom and I played it on repeat for the next year and now I love all those songs, but of course, The Chain is still my favorite.
That’s why Elliott became a racing driver in Buckle Up. I needed him to be in a testosterone heavy environment and what fits that better than motor racing? I love the way my covers have turned out, they’re so moody which for me is representative of everything that motor sport is. There are good days and bad days and no-one knows which curve ball will be thrown your way until you’re slap bang in the middle of it — just like life, and love.
Title: Commitment, A Gay Romance Series Collection
Series: Buckle Up #1, G-Force #2 & Jump Start #3
Author: Karen Botha
Release Date: October 18th
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Length: 612 pages
Genre: Romance, MM Romance
On the road of life, passion is what drives us, but love makes us stay the course.
Elliott Judd is a superstar race car driver and hotter than hell. Men and women fall at his feet and he enjoys the easy pickings.
Kyle Beaumont, a straight mechanic with a body to die for, joins the racing team of his dreams with his mind fixed on the job.
But as the racing seasons come and go, these men realize they might be racing to the same trophy, each other. With their physical and emotional exploits driven to new depths, they face devastating disruptions when the past crashes into them. Are their feelings for each other enough to keep them on the right track?
Find how passion and lust turn to love, and whether these driven men focus on happiness in the journey or the destination in this hot, sexy three-book m m romance series.
Download your copy of this gay romance series, Commitment Collection 1 – 3 now.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This Commitments book is part of a fiction series of m/m gay romance books. The books included in this lgbt romance collection are the first three books; Buckle Up, G-Force and Jump Start. The rest of the mm romance books in this gay series, Ignition, Turbo Charged and Pole Position may be downloaded on kindle or purchased separately as paperbacks.
Buckle Up #1
Elliott Judd is a superstar race car driver and hotter than hell. Men and women fall at his feet and he enjoys the easy pickings. No one has tamed this wild stallion, but is he ready to settle down for the right person?
Kyle Beaumont, a straight mechanic with a body to die for joins the racing team of his dreams, and with his mind fixed on the job, he doesn’t realise that he is Elliott’s next trophy of choice.
As the racing season and the fight to be the world number one starts, so too does Elliott’s game of seduction.
Will Elliott crash and burn, or will Kyle succumb to this gorgeous man’s onslaught?
Buckle Up is the first book in a gay romance series by Karen Botha and a story of unlikely love.
Love breeds intensity.
Intensity breeds passion.
Recovered from a life-threatening accident, Kyle Beaumont is a powerhouse who is eager to show Elliott Judd just how far he can push his hotter than ever physique. Their physical and emotional exploits are driven to a depth neither has ever experienced with anyone else.
As a racing driver superstar, Elliott loves handling power, and he’s geared up for taking everything Kyle throws his way. In fact, he craves it. But, when the past smashes into their lives, is the couple prepared to handle possibly devastating disruptions?
Set in a world of fast cars, intense love, and a burning desire to win at all costs, this is a love story brimming with unbridled lust. Join Elliott and Kyle as they race their demons to the finish line in hopes of taking home the ultimate prize-their undying love.
Jump Start #3
Falling in love with Kyle Beaumont helped Elliott Judd find a romantic piece of himself he didn’t know existed. The two men take the next step in their relationship when Kyle moves into Elliott’s place, but despite the passion he feels for his talented mechanic and lover, the scorching hot race car driver suddenly feels out of place in his own home.
Kyle adores Elliott, and thinks of him as the love of his life he didn’t see coming. But calling a mansion home and fitting into Elliott’s space is more of a culture shock than he’d anticipated.Join Kyle and Elliott as they adjust to sharing their lives with one another, both in and out of the spotlight. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and you’ll wonder if these two will ever get it right.
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Meet the Author
Ooh, where to start? I used to work in a proper job that was KILLING me — slowly! I packed it all in and retrained as a massage therapist and reflexologist which meant I had downtime to fill and I knew just the thing.
So, now I spend more hours than I work in my office conjuring up all manner of sex scenes and scrapes. I say I’m so happy because I have whichever imaginary friends with me, doing exactly what I like, when I want. Who could ask for more? Hah!
By the way, now I have NO downtime.
Please follow me, I’m on Facebook and Twitter and Instagram and I have my own website, www.KarenBotha.com. It would be great to get some interaction from you guys. Much as I love my imaginary friends, it’s great to speak to real people too.
10/22 – Divine Magazine
10/23 – MM Good Book Reviews
10/24 – The (Really) Naughty Corner
10/25 – Valerie Ullmer | Romance Author
10/26 – My Fiction Nook
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My guest today is E.M. Hamill, currently on a blog tour with her tale of an ordinary woman thrown into a world of gods and monsters, Nectar And Ambrosia. She’s sharing some of her secrets and offering a chance to win a copy of Nectar And Ambrosia with a great Rafflecopter giveaway. Welcome to the Naughty Corner, E.M.!
If I were snooping around your kitchen and looked in your refrigerator right now, what would I find?
Two half-empty gallons of milk, a huge carton of eggs, homemade refrigerator pickles, an obscene amount of shredded cheese, and bratwurst.
If you could be a superhero, what would you want your superpowers to be?
I’d want healing powers, to heal myself and others.
If you could trade places with one of your characters, who would it be and why?
I’d change places with Callie for a shift at the bar in Nectar and Ambrosia, just to watch the clientele. Probably on Sidhe night, though. I’m not sure I could handle a Tuesday night.
If you could sequester yourself for a week somewhere and just focus on your writing, where would you go and what would the environment be like?
A cabin in the mountains, with a clear, fast flowing stream of ice-cold water behind the back porch, the scent of pine trees, and a fireplace to light at night.
What’s the one thing, you can’t live without?
My family. Beyond that, indoor plumbing.
What internet site do you surf to the most?
Twitter and Facebook.
If you had your own talk show, who would your first three author guests be and why?
Neil Gaiman, because I love his articulate way of expressing things, his sense of humor, and adore his writing. His wife Amanda Palmer, because of her music, writing and her activism. Finally, Stephen King, because he is the Master.
When you got your very first manuscript acceptance letter, what was your initial reaction and who was the first person you told?
The first person I probably told was my husband. I’m sure there was dancing involved on my part.
Title: Nectar and Ambrosia
Series: Amaranthine Inheritance #1
Author: E.M. Hamill
Publisher: Star Bard Books
Release Date: June 30, 2018
Heat Level: 1 – No Sex
Pairing: Male/Female, Male/Male
Genre: Fantasy, urban/mythical
Callie, a Classics major, flees home to protect her family from a monster straight out of mythology. Visions lead her to Nectar and Ambrosia: the weirdest pub on Earth, where inter-dimensional travelers with attention seeking issues get drunk in between the A-list celebrity lives they create. They can’t pretend to be gods anymore—not since a treaty with the current Supreme Deity promising they won’t intervene in human affairs.
The Doorkeeper of this threshold, Florian, rides herd on the rowdy Amaranthine and offers her shelter and a job. Callie likes the lonely, mysterious bartender more than she should. For Florian, her presence is a ray of light in the gray monotony of his sentence behind the bar, but he keeps a cautious distance—the truth of how he became Doorkeeper could change Callie’s perception of him forever.
When angels show up for a war council over Zeus’s irrational mutters about a comeback, Callie has uncontrolled visions of an apocalypse. Ex-gods realize she’s the first Oracle Priestess in generations. All Callie wanted was keep her parents safe, and now it seems she must sacrifice her future to keep the rest of humanity safe, too. Ambrosia could be the key to harnessing her visions— or it could cost her life.
War is coming. The threshold between worlds has never been more fragile. Callie must discover who is pulling Zeus’s strings and avert the final battle—before the immortal vying to become the next Supreme Deity kills her first.
Callie turned away, trying to decide if Florian and all his clientele were delusional or if it was some kind of big role-playing game for rich people. Folks could have a thing about dressing up in furry animal costumes. She supposed they could pretend to be gods and goddesses too. If it was a mythology RPG, they weren’t concerned with the classical part, except for the guy she saw yesterday afternoon. She was relieved to have a rational explanation for the horns.
Something moved outside the glass front door. Her heart seized in momentary panic. What if the monster still lurked out there?
Strange, visible turbulence seemed to ripple the panes. Callie squeezed her eyes shut to clear her sight and prayed it wasn’t the aura of an oncoming seizure. Cool relief extinguished the rising sparks of panic as the effect dissipated.
The door opened and revealed a spiky-haired, punk rock kid years too young to be in any bar. Callie was forced to squint in order see him clearly as he strode in, his outlines strangely blurred and soft. Sullen teenaged fluidity rolled in every line of his body. He surveyed the bar, narrow kohl-ringed eyes settling on the heavily intoxicated Zeus. A sneer comprised of equal parts contempt and satisfaction flickered over his mouth.
“There he is, the great king of the gods,” he muttered. He moved toward the bar, a glare of disdain sweeping over the other patrons. His eyes widened in appreciation as they passed over Callie, a little smirk growing as his gaze lingered too long on the front of her college t-shirt.
Despite her confusion on how he’d arrived, she gave him a thin smile and a cool nod, crossing her arms over her chest. He stopped short, an expression of shock on his face. Then a quick, sunny grin took over. His blurry outlines sharpened as he drew closer and she relaxed her squinted eyes, no longer struggling to focus on him. She decided it was a trick of the neon-tinted lights hanging in garish advertisement on the walls of the bar.
“My, my, my. Who have we here?” His voice, thick with Cockney vowels, dipped to an intimate tone as he approached. His body language changed to something more unsettlingly mature. He was older than he appeared. “Who do you belong to?”
“I’m Callie. I don’t belong to anybody, but I work for Florian,” she corrected him politely. “Can I get you something?”
“Well, for starters, tequila.” He smirked suggestively. “And your undivided attention.”
Callie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. No matter where she worked, the pickup lines were the same.
“I’m sorry, I’m busy working. I’ll ask Florian for your tequila. On the rocks, or a shot?”
“On the rocks, love.”
“I’ll need to see some ID first.”
“You are new here, aren’t you?” He flipped two fingers out, a driver’s license between them. She took it. No stranger to fake ID’s, this one appeared to be real, and passed him as twenty-one. Still…
“John Smith, huh?”
He captured Callie’s fingers as she returned the license and kissed the back of her hand in old-fashioned courtliness, sea-colored eyes glinting in mischief. An odd, visceral twinge from her early warning system made her startle as his lips touched her skin. Goose bumps flecked her arms. A totally alien sensation overwhelmed her senses: it was as if something crawled off her skin toward his mouth. She shivered in response and tried to pull her hand away. His grin widened as he tightened his grip, apparently delighted by her discomfiture.
“Oh, ho. That’s a lovely surprise. Don’t mind me. I’m incorrigible. Call me Puck.” He scribed an expansive circular gesture with his free hand. “Welcome to the watering hole of the damned bored.”
Callie forced a smile. “Thank you. Now, if you’ll let go of my hand, I’ll get your drink.”
Puck made a mocking bow over her hand and released it, smirking again as he backed away, still admiring her in undisguised interest. Between them, a well-dressed man stepped directly into Callie’s path. He swerved with a graceful spin and apologized as Callie’s sneakers squeaked to an abrupt halt on the concrete floor.
“Sorry, hon. Good evening, gods and goddesses!”
“Herm!” came a shouted group greeting from the room at large.
“And fairies,” the man belatedly added, nodding at the punk rocker.
Puck offered him an extended middle finger and a dangerous smile. Callie’s mouth fell open, recognizing the Armani-suited guy from the previous afternoon.
“Jeeze, homophobic much?” she muttered.
“Trust me love, I am all fairy and he is far from homophobic. Sexual orientation has nothing to do with him being a prick.” Puck glared at the man’s back with undisguised hatred before another lightning-quick mood change and a devilish grin took over. “Make that tequila a double.” He winked at her, eyes making another head to toe rake of her body before he disappeared into the clump of huge Scandinavian-looking, Corona-swilling dart players.
Callie’s hair still prickled on the back of her neck even after Puck left, and she rubbed it, troubled. She turned back to the room, stopped short, and stared. More customers sat at tables and in the shadows of the booths, each group just a little stranger than the last. None of them used the door.
And the Armani guy—he’d stepped into her path. Right out of the air.
Something intensely freaky was happening that she couldn’t rationalize away, no matter how hard she tried.
Was Florian telling the truth?
Instead of fear, a deep, visceral excitement flip-flopped in her abdomen, butterflies on steroids.
She never pinpointed exactly when wonder began to crowd out her reservations. Rushing between the cooler and the tables, she caught snatches of conversation and shouted greetings when others appeared. Having to bite back questions when she delivered their beverages replaced the urge to roll her eyes. She fought to keep a professional demeanor rather than fangirl all over herself when Florian introduced the Armani guy to her as Hermes. Hermes! One of her favorite characters in Greek mythology.
Three hours into the shift, she took a quick bathroom break. Her back against the door, Callie put her hands over her mouth and muffled something that sounded suspiciously like a shriek. Whether it was fear or excitement, she couldn’t quite say. Her breath came fast and short until she got dizzy. She spun the tap on the sink and the shock of cold water on her face helped bring her back down.
“What the hell, Callie? Are you really going to believe this?” she muttered to herself in the mirror. She grabbed a paper towel to blot the moisture away and waded back out into the crowded bar.
Elisabeth “E.M.” Hamill is a nurse by day, unabashed geek, chocoholic, sci fi and fantasy novelist by nights, weekends, and wherever she can steal quality time with her laptop. She lives with her family, a dog, and a cat in the wilds of eastern suburban Kansas, where they fend off flying monkey attacks and prep for the zombie apocalypse.
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My guest today is JL Peridot, author of the stylish and thought-provoking thriller Chasing Sisyphus.
Welcome to the Naughty Corner, JL. Tell us a little about Chasing Sisyphus?
Here’s the problem — Adria needs the payoff to take care of her sick brother, but Rhys has a file on her down at the station. Bounty hunting’s illegal in Basilica City and even his growing attraction to her can’t win out against his sense of duty as a cop.
Eventually, they realise they’re in over their heads. This hacker kid isn’t just a threat to some fat cats’ bank accounts — something bigger is brewing behind the scenes.
What kind of research went into writing the story?
I’m sure my Google search history could implicate me in a crime… I read up on weaponry, psychology, human anatomy and biomechanics. I learned a lot about how misleading TV can be, how simple (while not terribly easy) it is to kill a person, and how the human body responds in violent situations. I study martial arts as a hobby and my partner’s an instructor, which meant we could test out the fight scenes to make sure they were plausible.
The heroine of Chasing Sisyphus is a bounty hunter. If you were a bounty hunter, who would you most like to track down?
The idea of killing someone for money makes me squeamish, so I’d lean towards tracking down missing persons to reunite them with their loved ones. Even if that person turns out to be dead, at least their family can get some closure.
You write in a variety of genres, but what attracts you to science fiction in particular?
For me, sci-fi is an opportunity to consider two big questions:
- How can the impossible become possible?, and
- Why would that be meaningful to us?
Even if these concepts are only in the background of a story, like they are in this novel, I feel it makes for a fascinating universe. From dumb sci-fi (like The Core) to philosophical sci-fi (like Childhood’s End by Arthur C. Clarke), you’re entertaining crazy ideas that push the boundaries of normality. I just love it.
Is there any genre you actively avoid writing, or that doesn’t interest you as a reader?
If you’d asked me a year ago, I would have said romance. That was when all I knew about the genre came from people complaining the stories were dumb, cheesy, all the same… Of course, you can get that in any genre, because everyone has different tastes and opinions are so subjective! Once I realised romance is what you make it, I was way more open-minded.
I think I’d give most genres a fair go, except maybe certain flavours of BDSM erotica, dubcon and scat.
What are you reading at the moment?
I hope I’m not the only reader juggling several books at once. I’m currently reading Dirty-Good by Evie Bliss, Star Brides: Procured by Pia Manning, One Hit by Jillian Hoff, The Writer’s Guide to Weapons by Benjamin Sobieck, Altered Carbon by Richard K. Morgan (re-reading!), and working through The Expanse series by James S.A. Corey and the Luna series by Ian McDonald.
What is your next writing project?
A love story set in space. Yeah, sci-Fi again, but less suspense this time — it’s an office romance on a space station.
What is the one thing about you that would surprise people reading this interview?
One of my goals is to be able to write short stories in a language other than English.
Chasing Sisyphus excerpt
Adria hadn’t counted on the tripwire. This kid knew someone would follow him home one day. He’d strung a line of empty soup cans across the apartment hallway. When she kicked that out, a hefty serving of iced water came down squarely on her head. Gooseflesh prickled her neck and shoulders. The muscles in her jaw seized in the cold. Against the shock, she scrambled to her feet, fired up to catch the stomping and crashing in the other room before it got away.
A figure ran past the doorway.
“Stop!” she yelled.
It rounded the corner. Adria gave chase.
She scanned the room. It was dim at best, thanks to the streetlights from outside, but she saw enough. Computer equipment and various peripherals lay strewn across the floor, some still plugged into a transportable battery in the corner, emitting tiny lights and numbers.
A window slammed shut. The glass shattered. Shards crunched and ground beneath Adria’s boots as she hurried in pursuit of her fleeing target.
When she stepped out onto the fire escape, two hands rammed her into the ladder. The whole balcony shuddered from the collision. Pain flared down her shoulder, but she kept her grip on the gun. She held it up with her good arm and fired.
She stumbled backward, clutching her burning shoulder, but the railing crumbled under her weight. Adria grabbed what was left of it with both hands as her footing slipped away.
It looked like a four-storey drop. Maybe five if she’d miscounted. Her legs dangled over thin air while from below came the clatter of broken pieces of railing, along with her gun, as they hit the concrete.
Overhead, her target stomped away on the rungs and disappeared onto the roof.
Adria’s shoulder raged. She tried to pull herself up, but couldn’t take the weight with just one good arm. Her feet kicked out, searching for a foothold, but the grill beneath had long withered away to slivers of rust and sharp edges.
Water and sweat dripped into her eyes. She swiped them helplessly on her sleeves and winced as rough seams grazed the skin. The railing creaked in her clammy grip. She could always let go. If she timed her landing right, maybe she’d get away with a broken ankle and a tetanus shot. Surely it only looked like a long way down.
Then she heard a gunshot from inside the apartment.
Bounty hunter Adria Yuan is hot on the trail of her final hit: a notorious hacker wanted by the city’s elite. With the reward, she can pay for her brother’s surgery and finally get out of Basilica City. Trouble is, her line of work’s not exactly legal, and she’s barely staying ahead of the cops who want her target, too.
Detective Rhys Carver may be a little unorthodox, but he’s a good cop. Born and bred in Basilica, he does his part to keep his city clean. As clean as it gets, at least. And with Adria suddenly in his sights, it’s going to take more than falling in love for him to let her go.
As the pair close in on their mark, they are unwittingly drawn into a high profile conspiracy that could thrust the whole of Basilica into chaos. Can Adria and Rhys set aside their differences, and their desires, to save the only home they know?
JL Peridot likes stories with a little danger and only realised in her thirties that falling in love is one of the most dangerous things we do. She favours savoury over sweet, spaces over tabs, and a hearty pub meal over fine dining any day. From her home in sunny Australia, she writes erotic romance, and sometimes just erotica.
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I’m very happy to welcome Sean Michael to the Naughty Corner today, as part of the tour for his very hot new release, A New Way To Dance. It’s very nice to have you here, Sean.
Thank you very much to The Really Naughty Corner for hosting me today!
I’m one of those people who loves writing the sex scenes. It’s my favorite part of writing actually, aside from starting something new and getting to know new characters.
A lot of my guys do their best communicating through sex. They may not say I love you all the time, but they show it.
Also, sex scenes are hot and I enjoy the visceral nitty gritty dirtiness of it. So, I rarely fade to black. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just not my style. Even when you pick up one of my “sweeter” contemporaries, there will still be a couple of explicit sex scenes in the book.
Brook and Seth have plenty of naughty time together. I hope you enjoy reading their sex scenes as much as I enjoyed writing them.
smut fixes everything
Matt came over with Seth’s drink. “Sorry for the wait. We’re slammed. Has someone taken your order, sir?”
“Not yet. Can you tell me what’s good?”
“We have an amazing turtle latte—caramel, pecan and chocolate with whipped cream.”
“Oh, that sounds great. And something sweet with caramel to go with it, please.”
“Yes, sir. It shouldn’t be too long.”
When Matt had gone, Brook turned back to Seth. “I have a bit of a thing for caramel. I’ve even started putting it in my beer.”
“You’re still brewing? That’s fabulous.” Seth sipped his latte, enjoying the heat. Autumn was cold this year and he felt it these days deep in his bones.
“I’m doing it full-time now. I moved up here and got a place outside the city where I do the microbrewing. Toronto was too big, too impersonal, just like the lawyering. I gave them both up at the same time.”
The last six years had been good to Brook. He looked happy, easy in his skin.
“Good for you. It’s always cool to hear that someone followed their dream.” Seth had gone with the practical. He had savings, insurance money, and now he had a job that was stable and useful.
“So what are you doing these days?” Brook asked.
“I teach music theory at the university here.”
“Yeah? You like it?” Matt brought Brook’s turtle latte and a slice of turtle cheesecake to go with it. “Thanks,” Brook murmured before turning his attention back to Seth. There was something about the man’s presence that tried to stir stuff inside him. Stuff that had no business stirring.
Seth didn’t do relationships. Hell, he wasn’t interested in getting naked in front of anyone. It was tough enough to do his twice-weekly physio in the pool.
“It’s a good job, good kids.”
“Excellent. I’m glad you found a place.” Brook sounded like he really meant it, too.
“Thanks.” Seth closed his laptop, packed it away. “I’ll leave you to your sweets. It looks like rain and I have a bit of a walk.” And he didn’t do so well when it was slick.
“I can give you a lift if you can wait for me to finish my cheesecake. I’m done with my business here.”
He thought about it and opened his mouth to turn Brook down when the skies opened up, the rain battering at the windows. “Well, if you don’t mind…”
“I don’t. Did you want anything to eat?”
“No, thank you. I never eat after noon.”
Brook blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“I only eat in the mornings and then an early lunch. It’s a challenge to keep my weight steady.” Surely that wasn’t unheard of. He knew lots of dancers who did that. It was easier on the teeth than constant vomiting.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. It just doesn’t sound very healthy.”
He shrugged. “I can’t expend the calories I used to. I had to adjust my situation. How’s your cheesecake?”
It was easier to deflect Brook than to deal with the commentary. His entire life was different now. Sometimes he thought about the man he’d been, happy and playful, dancing, in love, but that was an exercise in frustration.
“It’s delicious. Are you sure you don’t want at least a taste?” A forkful was offered over.
“Thank you, but no.” It smelled lovely.
About A New Way To Dance
Author: Sean Michael
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Length: 65,000 Words | 262 Pages
Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance, M/M Romance, BDSM
Dancer Seth Avery has it all. He’s at the top of his game as a dancer and he’s in love with famous dance director Fayden DelMonaco, the man who is his sub. Seth’s whole world is turned upside down when Fayden dumps him in the nastiest and most public way possible. To compound matters, he’s in near fatal car crash shortly thereafter that leaves him severely injured.
Brook Turner is an ex-lawyer turned micro-brewer, baby-brother of Seth’s best friend Lizzie. The two met briefly before Seth’s accident, but it’s when they meet again six years later that they get a chance to act on the attraction they’d initially felt.
With Brook’s help, Seth begins to heal not only from his residual physical injuries, but also from the emotional ones inflicted by Fayden. Will it be enough to keep the two of them together?
Join Seth and Brooke as they find a new way to dance together.
Meet the Author
Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
Sean’s available for interviews, by the way. He can always be talked into, well talking about himself. Just drop him an email.
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Mistress Of The Air is a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure. Edwardian dominatrix, Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester, travels across the Empires of Europe in her airship, The Corseted Domme. Lady Sally takes an array of electric and steam-powered sex toys on her adventures with her.
She’s not the only sex toy to have this name, though. Whilst researching for Mistress Of The Air, I stumbled across a story about a toy designed to satisfy the sexual needs of Nazi army officers. This sex-doll was called Borghild. I’m afraid I couldn’t resist the temptation of giving Lady Sally’s automaton the same name!
The background to this is a scheme inspired by Heinrich Himmler in 1940 called the Borghild project. Apparently, there was huge concern about an epidemic of syphilis amongst the German troops. It seems the greatest danger to them was the widespread presence of whores in the brothels of Paris.
The project involved distributing inflatable sex dolls to the troops. These could be transported in back-packs and produced whenever relief was needed so the troops wouldn’t visit Paris prostitutes. Adolf Hitler allegedly approved the project. Naturally, the doll had appropriately Aryan features and blonde hair.
The sex-doll was supposedly distributed to some officers but the project was cancelled because the soldiers refused to carry the doll in fear of embarrassment if they were captured and found with one.
It’s a fantastic story, isn’t it? Unfortunately, it’s urban myth, fake news or lies (whatever the current usage is in these post-Trump days). There’s stuff on the internet that reports this story as fact but there is no evidence for it other than a couple of photographs of said sex-doll believed to have been produced long after the 1940s. A shame, I know, but it’s almost certainly a hoax.
Still, it’s a great story. Now the name Borghild lives on in the guise of Lady Sally’s brass sex toy! She collects the automaton from the von Siemen manufactory in Germany on the first stop of her travels.
Be warned. There will be wild escapades, kinky BDSM, dastardly devices, explosions and nice cups of tea.
Mistress of the Air is a Comic, Steampunk, Erotic Adventure.
Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester owns a brass mine in Zanzibar, a Lapsang Souchong tea plantation in China, a rubber tree farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry, and the country’s largest collection of antique whips and floggers.
Larger than life, and itching to find new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen, the Edwardian dominatrix has a vision. Embracing the spirit of the new age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her own airship, The Corseted Domme, with her transvestite maid, Victoria, her airship pilot, Captain Wyndham, and her automaton sex toy, Borghild.
A select group of submissive gentlemen, consisting of a duke, bishop, lawyer and banker, is invited to join Lady Sally so she can try out her new dastardly devices and sex toys on them. She whips, spanks and punishes her way across the Empires of Europe, dropping off to visit her aristocratic relatives and friends for afternoon tea.
But Lady Sally’s journey is not uneventful. War is threatening to break out and the Ministry of Aviation want to commandeer her airship for the war effort. And when The Corseted Domme has a crash landing, Lady Sally realises there is a stowaway on board intent on sabotaging her airship.
There will be wild escapades, kinky BDSM, dastardly devices, explosions and nice cups of tea.
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Borghild’s movements were a tad mechanical, which was only to be expected. Indeed, she marched in a military style goose-step, which contributed strangely to her kinkiness.
Lady Sally asked Victoria to summon the captain to the playroom, on the grounds he would be fascinated by the technological advances manifested in her new automaton.
Her slaves gazed upon the pair in awe at the gleaming, scarlet rubber in matching outfits. Lady Sally’s elegant and shapely legs were on full show in the short dress alongside the shiny, brass ones of the automaton.
Lady Sally proceeded to introduce her, “This is Borghild. She has been especially designed for me by Ernst von Siemen, the renowned automation manufacturer. I made the diversion into the industrial wastelands of the Ruhr to pick her up from the manufactory. She will be my accomplice in punishment for the rest of my travels and has been designed specifically with my needs for sadistic domination in mind. I expect she will play a full part in assisting me. Remember, though, there will be no point pleading for mercy from her, as she’ll take no notice. This will mean more fun for me and double the pain for you!”
The springs and sockets behind Borghild’s eyes clicked and whirred, swivelling her sockets from side to side with a gaze of disconcerting perspicacity as her photographic cells took recognition of the images of the four men.
Captain Wyndham made an appearance before this announcement.
“Ah, there you are captain. I trust things are quiet in the control room.”
“For a change, madam, yes.”
“I hope my adventures are not too exacting for you, captain?”
“No, not at all Lady Sally; it was intended as a compliment not a complaint.”
“Excellent. There’s no point asking the opinion of this bunch of miscreants: bankers don’t know about anything useful, bishops have no appreciation for technological achievements, judges are hopeless, except for contesting an argument…”
“I say, that’s unfair,” interrupted the judge, “I believe I can make a strong case for arguing for the intellectual capacity of a judge. The evidence is very strong…”
Lady Sally gave him a withering stare.
“And as for dukes, well they are useless.”
“Fair comment mistress,” acknowledged the duke with a nod of his foppish lock of hair.
“But I know you, captain, will appreciate the technological marvel of Borghild.”
Captain Wyndham inspected the automaton with considered curiosity. He looked into her eyes to examine the photographic cells, he examined the construction of her joints, and studied the control panel that operated the automaton.
“Truly remarkable,” Lady Sally. “She’s a work of art. I’ve worked with Clarissa and she’s marvellous, but the quality of the brass moulding and engineering of the limbs are more sophisticated in this model. And her eyes… it’s as if she’s alive. Can she talk? Has Herr Siemen mastered that technology?”
“No, regrettably not captain, though that’s just as well. I couldn’t put up with anyone who contradicts me, not even an automaton.”
“No, indeed not, I can see that,” the captain concurred.
“You must stay and watch her in action. Right, let’s get to work. I doubt if Borghild is ready to master knots and buckles yet but, if she observes me closely, she will learn.”
Lady Sally set to work putting her submissive gentlemen into bondage. She mentally divided the protagonists into those who would receive pain, and those who would receive pleasure. The bishop and judge were chosen for the former, strapped face forward onto the wall boards with their arses exposed, the latter selected for interrupting her earlier. The banker and duke were tied on their backs, the former on the bench, the latter on the rack. It was important Borghild learn the essentials of delivering corporal punishment first.
Lady Sally selected two identical floggers, each with a piece of leather in the shape of the ace of spades at its end. She placed one in the hand of the automation. Her photographic eye cells registered how Lady Sally gripped it, and mimicked her by wrapping her brass knuckles around the black, leather handle.
Lady Sally set about flogging the bishop with the implement, leaving the judge to Borghild. The automaton’s mechanical eyes swivelled around to watch Lady Sally deliver a dozen or so strokes to the bishop’s backside, starting gently but blossoming into a crescendo of ferocity. Borghild recorded the behaviour in the photographic cells, goose-stepped over to the judge and began to flog him. Her actions were staccato as she could not mimic the graceful, fluid movements of Lady Sally; after all she was an automaton. Nonetheless, Lady Sally was most satisfied with the results. Being an automaton, her actions were hard and unforgiving. Borghild soon had the judge whooping in pain.
Lady Sally went through several implements, a whip, a leather strap, a wooden paddle and a cane so the automaton gained experience of handling different objects. Whether she could ever develop the instinctive affinity with them a skilful and experienced dominatrix like Lady Sally had was doubtful; sadistic punishment was an art form in which she excelled. Nevertheless, the results were evident in the glowing, red backside of the judge.
About the author
S. Nano is an author of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, BDSM and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well.
His first full-length erotic novel, Adventures in Fetishland, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland, was published by Xcite Books. His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.
His second novel, Mistress Of The Air was published by eXcessica on 21st April 2017.
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