The Plaid Nights anthology is an AllRomance bestseller, meaning lots of you are going mad for those hot men in kilts!
To get hold of your copy, or find out more about the authors and fabulous stories in the collection, click on the image below.
Plaid Nights, the Torquere anthology featuring stories of hot men in kilts and the men who love them, is now available for pre-order. Featuring everything from fun and games with a caber tosser at the Highland Games to a time-travelling vampire and his kinky Scottish lover, as well as my story Perfect Working Order, featuring a Scottish rugby fan learning all about gay love with the help of his best friend, this is a collection not to be missed. And if you order between now and June 30th, using the code PRIDE2015, you can get 25% off the cover price. Just click on the cover below to go to the book’s page on the Torquere site and take advantage of this great offer.
Hot man in tartan alert! I just had to share this gorgeous cover for Perfect Working Order, my contribution to the forthcoming Torquere Press Plaid Nights collection. As the anthology title and image suggest, all the stories feature kilt-wearing cuties, and Torquere cover artist Brandon has really done the theme justice, don’t you think?
Summer Boys by Eden Winters
Review by Elizabeth Coldwell
Ferris is in beautiful Waikiki, on a fact-finding mission for a Hawaiian-themed resort that will be the latest addition to his family’s hotel empire. Finding it hard to get over the death, two years previously, of his long-term partner, Connor, he expects this to be just another work assignment – until he sees Chief Miko, the half-Samoan dancer who’s a breathtaking part of the resort’s regular luau shows. Miko offers Ferris a sympathetic ear, while making it clear he’d be happy to take their friendship to a more intimate level. At last, Ferris has a chance to put the past behind him and move on to new romance, but does Miko really view him as more than just a ‘summer boy’, a tourist he can love and leave?
In this neatly crafted little story, Eden Winters takes the reader on a trip to Paradise. The resort at Waikiki is vividly described, and Ferris’ initial loneliness in the heart of so much beauty is all too believable. The erotic interaction between Ferris and Miko, men from two very different worlds who turn out to have a lot in common, is hot and heavy, and the message about overcoming grief and learning to live your life again is entirely in keeping with the theme of things getting better. With an ending that’s guaranteed to bring a lump to your throat, Summer Boys is one for all lovers of feel-good erotic romance.
Author bio: After many years of aimless wandering, Eden Winters returned home to the South, and her stories often reflect a southern country upbringing. She fills her days with work, reading and writing, family and friends. Although her greatest passion is creating happy-ever-afters for fictional hotties, motorcycles, pets, and rainy days also have special places in her heart. Website: www.edenwinters.com
Reviewer bio: Elizabeth Coldwell lives in London with her partner and two cats, some of whom love to get involved in the writing process. The former editor of Forum magazine, her m/m short stories and novellas have been widely published, and she never tires of writing about hot men. Her other passions include her home town football team, unfashionable rock music and baking delicious cakes. She can be found at https://elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com.
What’s the Charity Sip Blitz, I hear you ask. Well, since 2008, the wonderful people at Torquere Press have been running an annual event, bringing out original short stories on a specific theme, with the authors of those stories donating their royalties to a named charity. Here’s the official blurb to tell you more:
In 2008, Torquere Press’ fantastic authors decided to support a charity with an annual short story collection called our Charity Sip blitz. In the past three years, we’ve donated more than $13,000.00 to charitable organizations that support GLBT causes.
For 2011, Torquere’s authors have chosen the theme “Getting Better” in honor of the It Gets Better project, which helps LGBT youth understand that life as an openly queer adult is not only possible, but happening for millions of people, worldwide. More than thirty authors have written short fiction pieces and have agreed to donate all proceeds of the sales of these stories to this year’s charitable organization. Torquere Press Inc. will match the authors’ donations completely.
This year, we’re also pleased to announce that our distribution partner, Rainbow eBooks, has agreed to be the title sponsor of our Sip collection, and will be our sole distributor outside of the Torquere Books website. Please support our sponsor by visiting them at www.rainbowebooks.com
Torquere Press and our authors truly believe we can make a difference by donating to organizations that promote awareness and equality. If you’d like to help, please support the Charity Sip Blitz and enjoy some great romance today!
The stories in the Charity Sip Blitz will be available from this Saturday, September 17, at www.torquerebooks.com and
Rainbow eBooks. In the meantime, the participating authors, myself including, are taking part in a Review Reach Around, reviewing one of the stories in the collection. Check back here tomorrow, when I’ll be giving you my review of Eden Winters’ Summer Boys.
…Torquere Press have been releasing some great Holiday Sips short stories in the last few weeks, and whether your tastes run to naughty or nice, they have something to suit you. I have a story on the ‘nice’ side of the divide, Mistletoe And Wine. And no, it has nothing to do with Sir Cliff Richard…
Instead, it tells what happens when Ryan goes to a Christmas party hoping to hook up with the man of his dreams. Fate pairs him with the luscious Luke on a seasonal scavenger hunt, but a mishap with a glass of red wine leaves Ryan naked in a laundromat, waiting for his rented angel costume to go through the wash cycle, which is when the fun really starts.
Here’s a taster for you:
Johnny reached into the bowl once more. Most of the names had already been chosen; only four of us were left to arrange into pairs. “Ryan Stevens.” I looked round at the sound of my own name, knowing exactly who I wanted to be paired with, but certain it wouldn’t happen. “And — Luke Benedict.”
I could have kissed Johnny. Luke had been the subject of all my hottest, naughtiest fantasies since the first morning his blue eyes had smiled at me from the other side of the coffee shop counter. I’d quickly learned his regular order — tall, skinny latte with a vanilla shot -and soon picked up on his personal details. He worked for a small but highly respected web design company, had recently moved here from Boston, rode a motorcycle, played a lot of basketball, and listened to heavy rock music to relax. Most importantly, there was no one special in his life. Just the kind of guy I could spend my quality time with.
At night, I would lie in bed and dream that Luke asked me to drizzle his favorite vanilla syrup over his naked chest and stomach. The sweet, sticky liquid would pool in the hollow of his belly button, and I would lick up every last drop with the point of my tongue, before moving down to lap at his thick, rapidly swelling cock…
Intrigued? You can find out more, and read another spicy little extract, here. On the other hand, if your Christmas really isn’t complete without Sir Cliff, follow this link to the original Mistletoe And Wine…
…for making me aware of the BDSM possibilities of space opera at an impressionable age. Of course, I didn’t know what BDSM was in those days, I simply knew there was something in the way the crew of the Liberator interacted with one another went beyond simple shipboard relationships . All that sneering sarcasm making a deep, simmering tension. Now I know Avon was a full-on dom, with Vila as the submissive in their buddy-buddy relationship. Blake? He certainly had the potential to switch. Indeed, there are realms of slash fiction devoted to a Blake/Avon coupling. As for Supreme Emperor Servalan, with her severe haircut and tight-fitting outfits – well, a lot of men of a certain age must have gained their introduction to the concept of female domination whenever she strutted into view.
So maybe it’s no surprise that my debut short story for top m/m e-publisher Torquere Books is a slice of sub/dom-themed sci-fi. Trickster, in their Sips range, is the tale of bounty hunter Rufus Trayner. He’s in hot pursuit of hacker and con artist Jobi Wade, but when he finds Wade chained up and in apparent distress following a firefight on Wade’s ship, the urge to bring him to justice merges with a desire to become more intimate with him. Things get more complicated from there, as this extract from Rufus’ personal journal I wrote as an author extra for the Torquere site may make clear:
Another day and still no sign of Wade. We’ve been tracking him for so long, so fruitlessly, I’m sure the others must be thinking we should cut our losses and just admit defeat. But I’ve never given up on my prey once I’ve been in pursuit, and I’ve no intention of doing so now. Some might call me obsessed; I prefer to call myself single-minded. Believing in justice, and the part I can play in keeping the colonized worlds safe, is what sustains me on these long voyages. Recently, I’ve caught myself thinking I should have done what my folks wanted, stayed in the military and kept on a steady career path. The fact I could have got my head blown off at any time never seems to occur to them.
It’s different for Abel and Ruby. They have their own little codes and private jokes, the things only brothers understand, and Abel will always know he can walk into a bar in any spaceport and have some woman eating out of his hand in minutes. Ruby teases him about it, but I know he’s as jealous as I am of Abel’s ability to find a lover wherever he goes. Not that I’m looking for a woman, of course, but at times I feel like I’m going to spend the rest of my life alone. I’ve built up a pretty sweet relationship with my right hand over the years, but it’s not the same. I need to feel a lover’s lips on mine, his stubble scratching my cheek as we embrace, our arms tight around each other. Then there are the other fantasies, the ones where I’m made to strip naked, to worship the man I’m with as my master, to take whatever he cares to hand out in terms of pain and pleasure and thank him for it when he’s done. Of course, I never share those with anyone – this is the only place I can write them down, thinking about the feel of a firm hand on my ass, something tied around my wrists to keep me safely restrained as I do exactly as I’m told.
Does Jobi have those fantasies, too, I wonder? Does he think about controlling, or being controlled? I know I shouldn’t have these thoughts about him. I should only care about making him pay for what he did. For betraying all those innocent souls and causing all that loss of life. My anger should be fueling my pursuit, not my desire. Things would be so much easier if that were the case.
Sounds like I hear Abel calling me. We can’t be far off the orbit of another world. Maybe this time Jobi will be down there. Maybe this time I’ll get lucky. I can only hope…