It’s Advent Calendar Time!

Yes, December has rolled around again already, and that means it’s time for Dreamspinner’s annual Advent Calendar release. This year’s collection is titled Stocking Stuffers, and you have the choice of subscribing to the whole calendar, which means a story delivered to you every day between now and Christmas, or you can buy the stories individually. The best part of getting the whole set is that you don’t know the order in which you’ll receive them, so every morning there’s a saucy surprise in your inbox. You can find out more about the calendar here.

My contribution is titled Candy Canes and Cappuccinos, and it’s the story of coffee shop owner Kyle, who’s smitten with regular customer Steven. Without meaning to, Kyle gives the impression that he doesn’t care about the work Steven does to help the less fortunate over the festive season. When he gets the chance to put that right, and ensure a happy Christmas not only for himself and Steven, but for those in the town’s homeless shelter, will he take it?

Find out more about Candy Canes and Cappuccinos by clicking on the book cover below. But first, take a moment to admire the gorgeous artwork produced by Dreamspinner cover artist extraordinaire Paul Richmond. I just love Santa’s facial expression!

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Book Review – Vampire Claus by Robert Winter

A vampire without a territory, Taviano arrives in Boston on Christmas Eve. When he was turned, in 19th century Italy, he was studying for the priesthood, and he still finds himself drawn to the familiar ritual of Midnight Mass. While lurking near the church, he manages to prevent a young short order cook, Paul, from being robbed of the presents he’s taking to a shelter for homeless LGBTQ children. Taviano is drawn to Paul, but even though it’s obvious Paul wants him, too, anything that happens between them can only be a one-night thing. Unless, of course, they can experience a Christmas miracle…

Taviano is the kind of vampire romance readers will adore. While the other vampires that feature in this novella are undead monsters, not afraid to use extreme violence to get what they want, Taviano still retains a soul and a moral code. He satiates his need to feed (here personified as a ‘bloodbeast’, a literal demon living inside him) by drinking the blood of muggers, rapists and other lowlife, and he still has strong memories of his life before he was turned. Paul, meanwhile, is poor but good of heart, willing to put others before himself and with a recklessness to his personality that makes him embrace the desires of a vampire rather than run away from them. Both are loners, so naturally they’ll be drawn to each other, and when they have sex it’s hot and sensual and deliciously described.

Robert Winter tends to overdo Paul’s use of slang to emphasise the difference in age and attitude between him and Taviano (does anyone really say “amazeballs”, and if so, please can they stop?), and there’s a rather too contrived revelation about Paul’s family background late in the story, but these are minor quibbles. If you’re looking for a heart-warming slice of paranormal romance to stuff your Christmas stocking, Vampire Claus is the one for you.

Vampire Claus is available from Amazon US and Amazon UK. You can find out more about Robert Winter at his author site.

I received a copy of Vampire Claus from Indigo Marketing in return for an honest review.

Force of Nature – Guest Post by J.K. Hogan

My guest today is J.K. Hogan, talking about her new M/M adventure, Force of Nature. Welcome to the Naughty Corner, J.K. 

Hi folks! Thanks for joining me to celebrate my new release, Force of Nature, the fourth book in the Coming About series. In this story, we’ve left Seattle for the North Cascades, where our hero Neal has traveled to for a survival adventure with a professional wilderness guide. He gets a little more than he bargained for!

I thought I’d talk a little bit about where the concept of this story came from. I admit to being a bit of a survival show junkie. I used to watch Man vs. Wild quite religiously, along with a lot of the other shows of that type. I grew up camping, fishing, boating, etc, but it had never occurred to me to write a story like this until the pilot episode of Running Wild with Bear Grylls came on. Grylls was taking a celebrity guest (Zac Efron) through the Appalachian mountains, which is a fairly tame trek compared to his usual destinations.

The interaction between the two of them was hilarious (at least for me), because Zac seemed to be as much of a survival show junkie as I am, because he was so stoked about being there, and he had a huge amount of blatant hero worship going on. He also kept hugging Bear every time he’d get excited about something, and it was really funny to watch Bear awkwardly put up with it. Plus it was thirty mins of two fit guys doing outdoorsy stuff, sometimes with their shirts off, so there was that.

Anyway, since I knew that there were people out there for hire to take people on wilderness adventures, a plot bunny was born. Thanks ever so to Zac Efron and Bear Grylls for planting the seed. LOL!

About The Book

Title: Force of Nature

Series: Coming About, #4

Author: J.K. Hogan

Publisher: Euphoria Press (self)

Release Date: 7/4/17

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 80,000 words

Genre: Romance, contemporary, adventure

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35446330-force-of-nature

Synopsis

Everyone knows that bonds formed under extreme circumstances never last.

Harbor Patrol officer Neal Hesse has had his life turned upside down by a sudden break-up with his partner of ten years. After sleeping his way through Seattle failed to take his mind off his broken heart, he decides to take a leave of absence from work to find himself again. He hires a professional wilderness guide to take him up into the mountains, so he can get away from everything and live off the grid for a few days.

Travis “Rock” McCreary, ex-Army Ranger turned survivalist, hates doing guided excursions, but it’s his primary source of income while he’s working towards getting his own survival show. Working in such a testosterone-fueled profession has forced him so deep into the closet, he feels like he might never see the light of day again, which makes it even harder to put on a friendly face for his happy, normal clients.

When Rock is hired by clumsy city-boy Neal to take him up into the North Cascades for a survival adventure, his patience and his resolve are tested at every turn. He has to teach Neal to survive in the wilderness while fighting an attraction he can’t allow himself to act on. When their trip doesn’t go as planned, Neal’s getaway turns into a true survival situation, and he and Rock are forced to rely on each other to stay alive. If they make it out of the wilderness, can their newfound connection survive in the real world?

Excerpt

Neal didn’t see how this was supposed to help take his mind off his ex because, as they trudged up the trail mostly in silence, he had nothing but time to think. Time to think about how he’d fallen for and spent years with a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He thought he’d been settled, that Tony was The One, that they had been on their way to growing old together. How wrong he’d been.

When the party reached an overlook at the highest point on the trail, they stopped for a panoramic view of the waterfall. Even Neal had to admit, with the sun streaming into the gorge and casting rainbows from the mist, it was a beautiful sight. It was still hard to drag himself out of his head, though. He knew his friends meant well, and they were right, of course. He needed to get up, get out, get back on the proverbial horse of life. But he didn’t wanna. He wanted to be at home on the couch moping, damn it.

He wished for that even harder when he saw the so-called trail that descended from the overlook to the foot of the falls where hikers could walk around or swim on warm-enough days. This trail was also steps, but natural ones of smooth, flat rock. It was narrow. Very narrow, and the lower part had a thin coat of slime from the water spray and mud. So it was fucking slippery.

When he’d almost made it to the flat riverbed, Neal lost his footing on a slick rock. He barely avoided taking a tumble—probably would’ve cracked his skull open—but he gained his balance again at the last moment. He breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped off that part of the trail. The falls dumped into a wide open part of the gorge, forming a broad pool that was bordered by a large, semicircular bank of river rock. There, day-hikers and tourists spread out on the rocks, picnicking, sunning themselves, or generally just taking in the scenery. Neal’s friends spread out to do their own thing.

Addison stalked off to the tree line with her cell phone, probably trying to get a signal so she could call her girlfriend. Bennett led Rory around the edge of the pond so they could get close to the actual waterfall. He was wearing a chest harness that held his Go-Pro, the action camera he usually kept on his boat. Rich and Paddy sat down on some large rocks and got out their trail snacks. And Nic Valentine, the crazy fucker, was wading in the frigid pool while Justice looked on, shaking his damn head.

Neal shivered just thinking about it. It was the tail-end of summer, so it was still quite warm, but these high lakes and rivers were always brisk, even on the hottest days. He’d been trained to withstand cold water temperatures for marine rescues, but that didn’t mean he had to like it, and he certainly didn’t do it for fun. Turning away from the splashing idiot, Neal looked around at all of the tourists and vacationers. Everyone had phones out, taking pictures, and he was sure they were tweeting and Instagramming like mad whenever they could find a bar or two.

He shook his head, then smirked and took his own phone out. “When in Rome,” he muttered. First, he snapped a picture with the reverse camera of himself with the waterfall in the background. Then he flipped the view so he could get a shot of the gorge. His frame wasn’t wide enough, so he took a few steps back, mindful of the rocks that became more slippery the closer he got to the falls.

His foot slipped and plopped down into water still cold enough to make him gasp, and right at the same time, he backed into something hard. Solid. Something alive. Neal winced when he heard an outraged cry and a splash behind him. Oh, fuck. Had he just…knocked someone into the water? He knew he needed to make sure they weren’t hurt or anything, but damn, he was afraid to turn around…because that had not felt like a small person.

Cautiously, he turned around and looked down, where he saw a man flailing around in the shallows of the pool. Once he got control of his feet, the man sprang up in the perfect kip-up. Neal cringed when he saw that his clothes and trail pack were completely soaking wet. And when he looked at the man’s face, he froze. His brain registered three things almost simultaneously: he looked vaguely familiar, he was very attractive, and he was really fucking mad.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the stranger shouted.

He stepped forward so aggressively that Neal backed up, and his right hand went instinctively to his hip, where he would’ve put his hand on the stock of his service weapon—only there was nothing there because he was off duty.

Not wanting to seem like an equal aggressor, he covered the move by sticking his hand in his pocket, hoping to appear non-threatening. This guy was about his age and shorter by a few inches, but he was ripped. He looked rugged and whipcord strong and looked ready to kick some ass in a heartbeat. Neal might’ve been able to take him—he had him on height and weight, but the guy looked like he might be stronger…and a lot meaner. Neal really didn’t want to fight. That was a helluva lot of paperwork.

He held his arms out in front of him, both as a gesture of peace and to stave off an attack if that were to happen. “Man, I am so sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was behind me.”

“Clearly,” he growled, shrugging out of his pack. He unzipped it and started digging through it.

“Again, really sorry. If anything in your pack got damaged, I’ll reimburse you.”

He scowled at me. “This is a waterfall hike. I’m not an idiot. Anything of value is inside a dry bag.”

Neal bristled because the guy was basically calling him and everyone with him an idiot because they hadn’t brought dry bags. They’d just figured they could avoid, you know, falling in the water. Probably should’ve planned better, because if Neal hadn’t knocked into this guy, it would’ve been him in the water. But Neal had been the one to cause the fall, so he tried not to let his attitude get to him. “If you need a towel, I think one of my friends might’ve brought one.”

He sat down on a large, flat rock and pulled off his hiking shoes, probably to let them dry a little in the sun. His socks looked dry, so Neal assumed his footwear was waterproof. That also would’ve been a good idea, since Neal’s right sneaker was soggy as hell from stepping in the water.

The guy shook his head and didn’t make eye contact. “I’ve got more hiking to do. I’ll air-dry. Just try not to drown anyone, will ya?”

Neal’s eyes narrowed, and he fought a valiant battle not to tell the guy to fuck off. Instead, he fell back on his usual façade of charm and reached out a hand. “I’m Neal. Wish it had been under better circumstances, but it’s nice to meet you.”

His mega-watt smile, the one that had gotten him laid all the time when he was with Tony and before, bounced off this angry stranger like he had some kind of nice-guy force field. He glared at the proffered hand until Neal got the hint and put it back in his pocket. Just when he was about to say ‘fuck it’ and walk away, the guy mumbled, “Travis.”

“Pardon?” Neal asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Name’s Travis.”

“Well…Travis. It’s been a pleasure. I’ll get out of your hair.” About maxed out on politeness, Neal turned on his heel and started walking, stumbling slightly on the wet stones.

“Hey, Neal?”

He turned and looked at Travis. “Yeah?”

“You should stick to walking in the park or going to the gym. You don’t belong out here.”

Rage burned in Neal’s gut. He’d apologized profusely, and this guy just wouldn’t let it go. Where the hell did he get off? “The fuck did you say to me? I’ll have you know, I’m a police officer.”

Bennett had obviously picked up on the tone because Neal sensed his partner and Paddy creeping up on his flanks.

Travis’s eyes flicked back and forth between the three men, then he shook his head with a scoffing sound. “I’m just trying to give you some advice. It’s guys like you who come out here and fall down into the ravine because you don’t have the instincts to pay the fuck attention to where you put your feet.”

Neal lunged forward, but Bennett stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Nuh-uh. Walk away, Hesse.”

“But—”

“Nope.” Paddy started pulling him backward.

Travis spoke again, and the sound of his voice grated over Neal’s nerves like sandpaper. “I’m not just trying to be an asshole, although I’d be justified, considering.” He gestured down at his wet clothes. “But seriously, if you want to be all outdoorsy and shit? Get yourself some survival training, because you seem pretty fucking hopeless.”

Neal growled and lunged again, but was stopped by his two strong friends.

“Aaaand we’re done here,” Bennett said, as he and Patrick hauled Neal to the other side of the river where the rest of their group was waiting.

“Come on, just one swing!” Neal shouted over his shoulder. It was just for show because his pride was more bruised than he wanted to let on, but the boys kept a firm grip on him just in case.

Why the fuck did it matter that some asshole stranger thought he was incompetent? But Neal knew the answer to that—because his own boyfriend had as well. Tony had basically unmanned him by suggesting Neal’s career and choices didn’t matter, and now some random guy was telling him he couldn’t even wipe his own ass without help.

Neal seethed quietly all the way back down the trail. He’d never see that crazy fucknut again, but he’d be damned if he’d let the guy be right. So as soon as he got back, he booked himself on a survival excursion with a professional wilderness guide. That’d show that asshole. The one he would never see again.

Purchase Links

Euphoria Press (self): http://jkhogan.com/force-of-nature/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B073FKY2QB

Meet the Author

J.K. Hogan has been telling stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, magic happened. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her stories as she writes them. J.K. is hoping to one day have a little something for everyone, so she’s branched out from m/f paranormal romance and added m/m contemporary romance. Who knows what’s next?

J.K. resides in North Carolina, where she was born and raised. A true southern girl at heart, she lives in the country with her husband and two sons, a cat, and two champion agility dogs. If she isn’t on the agility field, J.K. can often be found chasing waterfalls in the mountains with her husband, or down in front at a blues concert. In addition to writing, she enjoys training and competing in dog sports, spending time with her large southern family, camping, boating and, of course, reading! For more information, please visit http://www.jkhogan.com.

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Email: jkhogan@gmail.com

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A New Way To Dance – Guest Post By Sean Michael

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.

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything

Excerpt:

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

Title:  A New Way to Dance

Author: Sean Michael

Publisher:  Self-Published

Release Date: June 20, 2017

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 65,000 Words | 262 Pages

Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance, M/M Romance, BDSM

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Synopsis

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.

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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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Keeping Him Safe Is Released Today

Keeping Him Safe, my MM contemporary novella that mixes suspense with just a hint of the paranormal, goes on general release today. This is, of course, an excuse to show off the ab-tastic cover once more, and share an excerpt from the book.

Here’s the blurb:  Jon is the man of his dreams, but can he prevent those dreams from becoming a nightmare?

Every night, Xander Craig has the same dream. He’s in the shower with a gorgeous stranger, who is shot by a mystery assassin and dies in Xander’s arms. Xander believes this dream is tied to his guilt over failing to prevent the death of his husband, Gary, but his latest assignment as a top-level bodyguard causes him to reassess that belief. He’s charged with looking after wealthy and successful entrepreneur, Jon Kovacs, who’s being stalked by an obsessive, dangerous ex-boyfriend. As soon as Xander sees Jon’s photo, he knows this is the man in his dream.

Xander escorts Jon to a remote safe house on the cliffs, as a police manhunt for Jon’s ex, Cody, takes place. He and Jon start to fall for each other. Xander knows he’s crossing a line, but he can’t help acting on that attraction. While he and Jon are sharing intimate moments, is Xander’s dream about to become violent reality?

Reader Advisory: This book contains references to stalking, one scene of violence with some gore.

And here is the opening of the book –  and this excerpt is hot!

He woke to the aroma of fresh coffee. It had a been a while—long enough for him to almost forget how good it smelled. Almost, but not quite.

Xander hauled himself into a sitting position. Beside him, the sheets were rumpled but still warm. Gary could only have been out of bed long enough to make the coffee, and maybe put some pastries in the oven to heat.

The clock on the nightstand showed that it had gone eight. Xander never slept so late when he was alone. He swung his feet out of the bed. Sunlight slanted in through a crack in the curtain and the polished floorboards were warm beneath his bare feet. Looks like it’s shaping up to be a beautiful day.

Had Gary told him he would be arriving back from Portland last night? He couldn’t remember. Given that he’d been asleep when Gary had arrived, he doubted it. If he’d known, he’d have waited up for the moment his lover had come through the door, so he could have made up for all the time they’d spent apart. And Gary had slipped between the sheets without waking him, even managing to avoid the creaky board on his side of the bed. Xander often joked that Gary would make the perfect ninja assassin.

He drank deeply from the mug that had been left for him, savoring the strong, rich taste of the coffee. The beans were some crazily expensive mountain blend Gary bought from a high-end deli in the East Village. Xander would have called him a fool for spending that much if it hadn’t tasted so damn good.

The sound of running water came from the adjoining bathroom. Xander’s cock, already swollen in his usual morning hard-on, stirred further at the thought of Gary in the shower. Something else he hadn’t been able to enjoy in far too long. Leaving his coffee half drunk, Xander went to join him.

Even through the steamed-up door of the shower stall, the outline of Gary’s wet, naked body was visible. He had his face turned to the wall, giving Xander a mouthwatering view of his muscled back and rounded ass. Xander ached to bury his length in the crack between those full, firm butt cheeks.

“You got room for one more in here?” he asked, pulling open the shower door.

Gary didn’t turn around, but he gave a murmur of assent. The spray had plastered his dark curls to his scalp and Xander pushed the wet hair aside so he could nip at Gary’s neck.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He sighed. “You smell so good, you know. And you taste…” To emphasize his words, he licked along Gary’s shoulder blade. “I was thinking we should go somewhere, just the two of us. I can’t remember the last time we took a vacation together. And God knows I need to take some time away from work. I mean, I love working for the agency, but…”

Gary said nothing. One of the many things Xander loved about him was that he was content to listen, only offering his advice if Xander needed it. It made him a great personal counselor to his students.

“Though next semester you’ll be back in New York, right? No more of that visiting professor nonsense. And maybe I’ll get an assignment that keeps me here for a while.”

Xander trailed his fingertip down Gary’s arm. He brought it to an abrupt halt as he noticed the tattoo adorning his lover’s biceps. A swirling, vaguely Chinese pattern in black and red which Xander had never seen before. When the hell did you get that done? He bit back the comment, though he couldn’t help wondering if Gary had been living a secret life in Portland. A life that involved getting ink done. Maybe it’s not a joke. Maybe he is some kind of ninja…

That was ridiculous. Gary had obviously wanted to surprise him. Hadn’t Xander mentioned a number of times how sexy he found tattooed skin? Still, he couldn’t help thinking something wasn’t quite right.

You need that vacation, he told himself. You spend too much time around paranoid people and you’re getting as crazy as they are.

Reaching around their pressed-together bodies, he took hold of Gary’s cock. Some things, at least, didn’t change. It was already half hard, growing even bigger as Xander ran his hand along it. For a moment, he wondered if he might find a ring piercing its tip—more evidence that Gary had gotten in touch with his wild side while he’d been out of town. The thought was oddly sexy and Xander tugged harder, caressing Gary from root to crown, almost causing him to rise on his toes with every stroke.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he growled in Gary’s ear. “Gonna have you screaming my name as I fuck you. You like the sound of that, huh?”

Keeping Him Safe is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK and Pride Publishing.

 

Cover Reveal – Behind The Mask

As promised, here’s the dark and brooding cover for Behind The Mask, my story from the Pride Publishing anthology, I Need A Hero.

Here’s the blurb for the story, to give you a flavour of what to expect:

Twenty years ago, superheroes were outlawed by the mayor of Mokum City. Christopher Chase has grown up knowing that he has all the strength and speed of Sprint, his superhero father, who died attempting to save the mayor’s niece from being kidnapped. But, unlike his father, he is unable to fulfil his destiny and become a masked crimefighter. Even Christopher’s boyfriend, bar owner Johnny Brennan, doesn’t know Christopher’s true identity.

A chance encounter with a purse snatcher in the city cemetery gives Christopher a taste of what it’s like to use his powers for good. And when Johnny becomes caught up in a hostage situation, Christopher can no longer stand by. Even if it means losing his own life, he must pull on the costume of Sprint to save the man he loves.

And if you want to know more, I’ll be sharing an extract from the story and filling in a little of the background behind it nearer the time – so watch this space!

Cover Reveal – I Need A Hero anthology

I’m thrilled to announce I have a story in the upcoming gay superhero anthology from Pride Publishing, I Need A Hero. The story, Behind The Mask, imagines what might happen if a man born with superpowers has been prevented from using them, and is then faced with a situation where saving the life of the man he loves will mean revealing his true identity.

Here’s the fabulous cover for the anthology, which also features stories by Helena Maeve, Jambrea Jo Jones, Sarah Masters, Lucy Felthouse, and Catherine Curzon.

I Need A Hero will be available to pre-order from Pride Publishing from May 2nd.

Behind The Mask will also be released as a standalone story, and as soon as I have the cover for, I’ll be sharing that, too.