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Little Did He Know That The Man Of His Dreams Is The One He's Supposed To Hate- Protecting His Alien Mate by Clare Dargin #MM #EroticRomance #BDSM #Contemporary #ScifiElements

Contemporary, M/M, Erotic Romance,

 Mild BDSM, Scifi Elements

Blurb

Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He's a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes. 

Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down. 

But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won't stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher's heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?

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Excerpt

“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.

In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.

“Take everything off, pet.”

Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don't see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”

“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.

“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”

Damian chuckled. His little mate's cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.

“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.

Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.” 

“I didn't think you were actually going to do anything.”

“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”

Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Damian asked in a stern, controlled voice.

Fletcher said rolling his eyes. “No, sir.”

“Then place yourself over my lap.”

Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.

“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.

“You need to pick a safe word. It's a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”

“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.

“What is it?”

“Velvet.”

“Are you certain this is the word you want to use?” Damian asked amused. He expected the word red or something close to it. Leave it to Fletcher to choose such a gentle and soft word.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

“Then velvet it is.” Damian rubbed the globes of his ass with his large, calloused hands. Damian growled then exhaled a long breath.

“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”

“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.

“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I am not a tyrant. Nevertheless, I am your Dominant so you will respect me as such.”

Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher's back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher's ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprung to life.

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Unseen by Lucy Felthouse-A Terrible Mistake Is Now An Opportunity For Love #RomanceNovel #MM

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Winning the Campaign Manager by Lucy Felthouse-This Gruff Wolf #Shifter Wants To Win The Election And His Campaign Manager's Heart #RomanceNovel #MM

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To Claim a Mate by Jennifer Denys-The Dom Wanted To Rip The Man’s Clothes Off And Devour Him #BDSM #RomanceNovel #MM

What’s hot? Making love in the forest as wolves, then in the bed as humans.

Blurb:

Cole Linley is a gay wolf-shifter. In order to appease the Alpha within, he has taken up the BDSM lifestyle and become very experienced. This placates his wolf to a certain extent, but his dearest wish is to find a mate—male, of course. Except, the question is, how to find one in a city surrounded by humans where other wolf-shifters are rare.

Then, one night, he enters Balls & Chains, a BDSM club he frequents, and immediately senses another of his kind. And not only that, it is the scent of a potential mate, Jared Gray. There is only one problem—Jared is collared by another Master.

Jared’s relationship shows all the signs of an abusive relationship. Can Cole get him away from the other Dom and show Jared the delights of BDSM when done properly and what it means to be a beta wolf to Cole’s Alpha?

Reader Advisory: The submissive in this Gay Paranormal Romance doesn’t realize he is in an abusive relationship until he meets his true Master.

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Excerpt:

Moving on, Cole was drawn into a room which had a cross in each corner of the room with plenty of space to wield the equipment. The walls were covered with floggers of varying types, although nothing stopped a Dominant using an implement from another section.

Cole halted. He’s here.

The scent was at its strongest, practically dragging him toward a slender man in his late twenties, with brown hair the color of hazelnuts. The sub was in the process of being tied face up against a cross on the far side. His chest was bare and sleek, and he wore skin-tight jeans.

The Dom wanted to rip the man’s clothes off and devour him on the spot. So intent was he on reaching his prey, he nearly missed the Master who had finished tying the submissive and came around to inspect the restraints, standing directly between Cole and the object of his hunt.

Stopping in his tracks, Cole’s hackles began to rise. A possessive instinct rose in him to fight off his rival. Except there were rules in BDSM and it didn’t include tearing out the throat of another Master.

Andy caught up with him and saw him staring. “Who have you found? Oh, this is Master Dirk. Jared is the sub he is playing with.”

Cole took a moment to calm his inner wolf, unclenching his fists before he triggered his claws. His voice was raspy as he asked, “Are they new? I don’t recall seeing either of them here before.” Actually, he couldn’t care less about this new Master. He only had eyes for Jared.

He didn’t hear Andy’s answer, because, at that moment, he caught the gaze of the bound man. Tangible electricity crossed the room and hit Cole like a silver bullet, slamming into his heart, nearly causing him to change into his wolf in front of everyone. It took everything he knew about Dominance to keep hold of his human side and push down his animal half.

Meanwhile, the submissive’s eyes opened wide in shock, and he bit his lip. Cole’s keen wolf eyesight could detect Jared’s fierce trembling, as he tightly gripped the ropes that held him. Cole willed him to hold on and not transform in front of everyone as the two shared a look of instant attraction, desperate need, and the desire to have sex.

And yet it was more than that. So much more—an inner knowledge, assurance one has finally found one’s other half, and didn’t even know one was looking.

Taking a deep breath, Cole narrowed his eyes as he gazed on Jared, drinking in the beautiful sight before him.

He gave a slight smile of acknowledgment.

Oh yes, this is my mate. And woe betide anyone who comes between us.

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Luminosity – http://luminositypublishing.com/product/to-claim-a-mate/ 

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Author bio:

Jennifer is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.

An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!

Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!

Do contact Jennifer – she loves to hear from her fans. She posts to her blog three times a week and is on Facebook daily.


Author links:

Blog/website - http://jennifer-denys.blogspot.com/

Email – Jennifer.denys@yahoo.com

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Silent Voices by Thom Collins-His Young Cousin Has Yet To Come Home #Romancenovel #MM

A desire for justice as strong as their passion for each other.

Blurb:

Concerned about the welfare of his young cousin, Josh Jackson, a restaurant owner, traces the boy to Winterstone Grange, a gated manor deep in the country. Miles from anywhere, the protected walls of this stately house conceal dark secrets. Josh’s search brings him into contact with Ed Brolin, a handsome journalist who has spent weeks investigating the secrets of the Grange and its owner. Ray Armstrong is a wealthy business man with influential connections in Parliament and the police. Ed knows exactly what goes on at the Grange but without evidence, he hasn’t got a story.

Drawn together by instant attraction and a powerful hunger for justice, Josh and Ed are determined to expose the sordid secrets of the grange despite the risks it poses. Josh has never met a man like Ed before—so strong, determined and masculine. Falling in love is easy. But they’ll have to put their emotions aside if they’re going to give a voice to all the silent victims of Winterstone Grange.

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Excerpt:

Josh Jackson didn’t worry when his cousin failed to come home. It was Saturday night and Kevin was eighteen. Josh wasn’t about to impose a curfew on the kid. Neither was he going to babysit. Kevin was old enough to take care of himself.

Josh checked Kevin’s room when he came home from work at one o’clock. The spare bed hadn’t been made since Kevin had gotten out of it that morning and yesterday’s clothes were all over the floor—discarded jeans with his boxers still inside them, a scruffy T-shirt and a pair of dirty socks. The smell of the socks hit him from the doorway. Despite the reek of cheap deodorant and aftershave filling the room, the socks were pungent. Teenagers. Josh wasn’t about to tidy up after him so he left things as they were, including the damp towel draped over the foot of the bed. The kid was only staying a few nights. If he wanted to live in a mess like that, so be it, so long as he left the place as he’d found it when he moved on.

Josh shut the door and went to bed. He wished his cousin luck. If the boy wanted to get laid, he’d rather he did it somewhere else. It was bad enough that Josh’s lodger, Bobby, regarded the place as a Grindr pit stop, without his cousin treating it like a knocking shop, too.

Josh read for a while and half-listened for the sound of Kevin coming home, but eventually fell asleep.

He wasn’t overly concerned in the morning to find Kevin’s room just as he’d left it, though by now it smelled considerably worse. The fancy fragrances had worn off and all that remained was the fetid odor of teenage sweat and damp towel. So, he stayed out all night. Good on him. Josh had been a teenager once, a horny one at that, so he could totally relate. Kevin wouldn’t get the chance to fuck around much when he was at home. His mother had very rigid views on that. It wouldn’t have mattered whether Kevin had turned out straight or gay. His mother had raised a good boy and intended to keep him that way.

Kevin will be going back to her in a couple of days. He might as well have fun while the leash is off. He was a good-looking lad. Josh knew he’d be popular in town. A little baby-faced for his age, but with the family features of blue eyes and blond hair, his fresh twinkie image would attract plenty of attention. He looked a lot like Josh had at that age. Josh had been a slim-looking twink until well into his twenties. It was only in the last few years he’d filled out with muscle and looked more like a man. The beard helped. How grateful he’d been when the ability to grow more than a few wisps of pale chin-fluff finally occurred. He kept it neat with a regular trim, but now that he had grown a beard, he couldn’t ever see himself being without one.

Josh called Kevin’s mobile while waiting for his morning coffee to brew. It rang a few times before going to voicemail.

“Hi, it’s me,” he said. “Not checking up on you, I just want to know you’re okay. Give me a ring back, or a text when you get this message. Just to say you’re alive… Otherwise I’ll have to call your mother,” he added jokingly and hung up.

He had bigger concerns than a randy teenager. His restaurant, The Cellar Steps, was short on staff today and fully booked for both lunch and dinner. He’d asked all his remaining staff to come in early to help with the prep and service, which meant getting in even earlier himself. As the owner, it wasn’t necessary, since he employed a manager for the day-to-day running, but Josh believed in setting an example from the top down. That meant rolling up his sleeves when things got tight. He thought about putting a little cash Kevin’s way to help out, if he arrived home in decent time and wasn’t too hung over.

He heard the heavy thud of the newspapers landing in the hall. Perfect timing. A little news and some freshly brewed coffee. A relaxing start to an otherwise hectic day.

Josh sat at the kitchen table with multiple Sunday supplements spread all around him when Bobby stumbled out of his bedroom in just his boxers and a T-shirt, yawning and scratching his belly and balls at the same time. His semi-hard dick waggled in the front of his shorts. Bobby lurched into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, looking fractionally more awake, minus morning wood.

“Coffee?” Bobby asked. “Okay if I help myself?”

“You know where it is,” Josh said, drawing back from the stench of alcohol that came off him in stale waves. “Jesus, your blood must be one hundred proof.”

“I think I’m still drunk,” Bobby observed. “The hangover hasn’t kicked in yet.”

“I don’t envy you when it does.”

“One cup of this and I’m crawling back beneath the duvet.”

Josh looked at him uncertainly. An idea had just occurred to him. He hoped he was wrong.

“I don’t suppose my cousin is under that duvet with you?”

Bobby chuckled, his dark eyes crinkling. “Wouldn’t that be something? He is kinda hot. But little blond cupcakes are not my thing. In Kevin’s case, I could make an exception. Maybe.”

“But did you?”

“Too close to home, bro. The kid’s a cutie but he ain’t worth the earache. I’d never hear the last of it.”

It was some relief. Josh didn’t have a problem with his young cousin fucking around—but with Bobby, no way. His lodger was a good friend but a total slut. Kevin would need a lot more experience under his belt before he was ready for that old hound.

“I don’t suppose you do know where he is? He hasn’t been home.”

“He’s between somebody’s sheets, all right. I walked into town with him last night, had a drink and showed him where to go.”

“You left him on his own?”

“No, he left me. I guess I cramped his style. He headed off toward Gala Square with a group of studenty types. He didn’t know how fast to ditch me once he got to talking to people his own age.”

Josh loosened up again. He’d been right about Kevin. He knew what he was doing. A young man in a new city making friends fast. There was nothing to worry about.

*****

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Thom Collins Bio

Thom Collins is the author of the novel Closer by Morning, with Pride Publishing. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

His novella Silent Voices will be published by Pride in May, followed by the novel Anthem of the Sea, the first book in the Anthem Trilogy. He has recently finished writing the second book in a series and is making plans for the third.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age. Since taking his first cruise in 2013 he realized that sailing is the way to go.

Links:
Blog: http://www.thomcollinsauthor.blogspot.co.uk
Twitter:   @thomwolf     and  @realthomcollins
Email: thomcollinsauthor@aol.com

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Landscapes by K D Grace- His Lust For Him Is Now An Obsession, He Will Do Anything To Have Him- #Vampire #MM #Erotic #Romance #Contemporary

Blurb

Vampire Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life? And if Reese finds out the truth, will there be any relationship left to risk?

Note: Landscapes has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: On Boys boxed set.


Excerpt:

It wasn’t that Reese Chambers made my cock hard – though he did. It wasn’t that he was beautiful in a rugged, leather and stone sort of way – though he was. It was that Reese Chambers moved me in ways I had not been moved in a very long time, in ways that I, who never lacked just the right words to express myself, found my vocabulary inadequate to the task.

Talia would call it an obsession, and maybe it was; from my first sight of him mantling his sketchpad like a bird of prey over a fresh kill, alone in the midst of the crowded pub, I could think of nothing else. It was my first night back on British soil. It is said that you can never go back home, and it had been a very long time for me. But the need to come home was in my blood like fever these past years, as were so many needs that never left me, but only sharpened with the passing of time.

Next to me, Talia droned on about suitable residences in Cumbria, about the leasing of a car and the making of necessary renovations. The Two Dogs was busy for a Monday night with tourist season past, but being invisible was sometimes easier in a crowd.

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‘Find out who he is.’ I nodded in Reese’s direction. Before Talia could protest, I continued. ‘I have a roof over my head, and I’ve fed. There’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.’

Talia’s cheekbones flushed with the rush of blood, and heaven knew how beautiful she was in such a state, porcelain pale skin, midnight blue eyes and hair, which was so close to black that no one but I would have noticed all of the other colours in her silken tresses. She knew what it was I asked of her, and she knew the delicate line she tread on the rare occasion when I did ask. A tremor passed up her long, straight spine, and a bloom of tiny goose bumps textured her bare arms. It would not be painless, what I asked, and I knew she feared it as much as she longed for it. I could hear the thud thud of her pulse in the thin, silken skin of her throat as she swallowed the sudden dryness of fear.

‘What do you want to know?’

I leaned forward to rake the tip of my thumb against the pulse point in her temple.

‘Everything, Talia. I want to know all of it. And when you know, come directly to me. I don’t care what time it is when you return.’

*****

It was nearing dawn when Talia returned to our accommodations smelling of sex, as I knew she would if she were to obtain for me what I wanted. By then my blood burned in my veins, and my body felt too close to me, as though the flesh that I dwelt in suddenly conspired to crush me with its demands. And though I knew that Reese Chambers could not have refused her even if she had come to him as a toothless, foul-smelling hag, I hated her that he had poured himself into her body while I had been left with only my fantasies kindling my lust to an inferno.

Though my need was such that my flesh was fevered and my cock an insistent throb, until she returned, I held myself contained within skin that felt too thin. When she saw the state that I was in, she pulled the heavy drapes with an efficient tug, then with a nod of her head, motioned me to follow her down into the basement room that had been prepared for me.

When she turned to me at the foot of the bed, before she could opened her kiss-bruised lips to speak, I took her mouth, starving for the first taste of him, the taste of his saliva, the taste of his blood, mixed with hers. She’d bitten him; he’d bitten her back. He was rough, and he liked to be treated rough, but he kept that to himself. He was embarrassed by it. His lips were slightly chapped from so much time in the sun and wind, and they’d slid against hers, suckling and stroking and pressing until her mouth opened to his.

With ravenous laps of my tongue, I tasted him in her mouth, and she held back the moan of response, so I could hear the echoes of his groans, heavy with need he’d not satisfied in awhile, and I felt kinship in my own unsatisfied needs. Images of him flashed through my head. Christ, his eyes were green, dark green like the evergreen forests of the north, and he kept them open when he kissed her, taking her in with his eyes.

I shoved aside the silk of her low bodice exposing her breasts, breasts that his hands had cupped. My nipples peeked to sharp aching points at the feel of his calloused thumbs raking, pressing and releasing. I breathed in his scent on her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage, licking the taste of salty, slightly picante maleness, sniffing and tasting until I could stand it no more. In one violent jerk, I tore the dress all the way down and shoved it off her shoulders, away from the flesh he had licked and kissed and mounted. I cried out at the feel of him, weight on one elbow, knee spreading her thighs, fingers opening her heaviness, anxious to penetrate, anxious to relieve his need. And then, with Talia free of clothing, Reese Chambers’ essence filled the room.

Talia’s panties were still wet with his semen mixed with her humid desire, and I tore them from her and forced her onto her stomach, onto her hands and knees, so that it was not her face I saw, but his that I imagined. With hands on her hips, I raised her bottom in the air and spread her still swollen, still slippery folds with fingers made awkward by my arousal, letting the scent of his hot bread and honey release intoxicate me. Then I buried my face in her snatch and, as I ate his lust from her, I knew him.

He was Cumbrian born and bred, and his accent was the soft lilting sound of the fells. He was a landscaper and a gardener by trade. His hands held the magic of the earth and his mind conceived ideas for beautiful outdoor spaces; those he liked best were patterned after Renaissance and medieval gardens. He was homesick and heartsick. He’d gone to Surrey to work with his father because the money was good. But his father had died recently and he had returned home to Cumbria. He didn’t care if he had to work in a pub or muck stables. He wanted to be home. He missed the people and he missed the fells. He missed the simpler, more honest rhythms of life. He was shy, even a bit reclusive.

He read voraciously and widely, he liked astronomy and he was afraid of snakes, though it embarrassed him to admit it. He hadn’t had sex in a long time, and found it better to have a wank session than a meaningless encounter. The facts of him, the details of his life raced at me in a flood I consumed ravenously with each lap of my tongue.

As I ate Talia I felt the shape of his face, the curve of his chin, the rise and fall of his chest as he had done the same. I felt the soft tuft of bronze curls nestled between the hard rise of his pecs and the courser, deeper curls that caressed his testicles and his cock when it was at rest, but it hadn’t been at rest. How many times had he taken her? He was thick enough to fill her and the friction of him inside was delicious and maddening. The shape of him – I wanted to caress the shape of him, with my hands, with my mouth, and the taking of his essence from Talia was an act of ripping away something that should have been mine. As I bruised her arse with kneading fingers and, as I licked the last of his release from her, she managed a breathless moan.

‘Take the rest. God, Alonso, take the rest, and release me.’

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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

Find K D Here:

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/  and  http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk

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Hard Times by #AndrewJericho- Prison Masters 1 #MM #Contemporary #Romance #Erotic #BDSM

Blurb:    

[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, HEA]

Ace Freeman is the president of Prison Masters, a BDSM club for gay males.  He’s in love with cellmate Tyler Chase and guard Paul Ryder.  Ace is Dominant, desiring to take both men as pets.
As an experienced sub, Tyler wants to give submission to two Masters. He slips an explicit drawing into Ace’s notebook. Later, he blurts out his affections for Paul. Tyler hopes his actions will gain collars from both men.

Underneath Paul’s shy and soft-spoken exterior lies a man who lives the BDSM lifestyle. Paul is a switch. The guard desires a Master who can fulfill his need for no limits, and a pet to dominate. However, Paul knows his desires for Ace and Tyler have the potential to cost his job.

A good Master cares for his pets. Ace believes that principle. Once a triad begins to form, Ace needs to find a way to ensure their love will survive even in the hard times.

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.

A Siren Erotic Romance



Excerpts: 
Story: 

Within two months, Ace was sleeping in Carlos’s bunk every night. One month later, the handsome Latino whispered, Te amo mi amor siempre. Ace still heard his tender voice. That was the first time another man had declared love. Ace had to eat his own words. The same night, he gave his body to the one who would become Master.

Carlos had been twice his age, but neither man cared. I’ll always love you, Master. The sentiment filled Ace’s mind. Tyler stirred, bringing him back to the present.

“Shh, baby,” Ace said. “Sleep. You’re safe.”

For two years, Ace had felt safe in Carlos’s arms, too. The Latino’s gentle touch kept him sane. Carlos had given him the freedom to explore sexuality. From puberty, Ace had wanted to kiss boys. As he grew, so did his desires. Carlos became his best friend, lover, partner, and Master. Then one day, it was all over.

Carlos had been in charge of the Prison Masters’s club. He hated the word “gang.” Carlos believed it incited violence. The group was for gay men, including those interested in the BDSM lifestyle. Submissives were also welcomed. A riot between Prison Masters and White Aryan Resistance had broken out. Carlos was shanked. He bled out in Ace’s arms. Ace still wore Master’s collar. More memories of the man he still loved filled his thoughts.

* * * *

“I’ve taught you well, pet.” Carlos’s voice quivered in pain. He reached for Ace’s hand. “I’m so cold.”

“You’re all right. Master, stay awake!”

“Pet, you’re in charge now. You’ll make a good Master, because you’ve known submission.”

“Hardly.”

“One last scene.”

“Anything, Master.”

“My last order—I bind your submission to me. Never give it to another.”

“Never.”

“Mi amour—”

“Master? Master! Wake up! Dammit, don’t leave me!”

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Sometimes ten years ago seemed like yesterday. At others, Carlos was a distant memory. Ace didn’t even have a picture of him. The memories lived in his heart. He would always be in love with Carlos Sanchez. Their final scene would be eternally played. Ace had never given submission to another man. Carlos had symbolically bound them in that dynamic forever. Out of respect for Master, he had never spoken of that moment with anyone.

Ace had become a man in his Latin lover’s arms. Carlos had made love to him first. Then, several months into the commitment, they had negotiated their first scene. BDSM had saved Ace, mentally and physically. The positive effects counteracted the negativity of prison life. While it wasn’t completely negated, it made it bearable.

From the first time Carlos had put him in subspace, Ace craved it. It hadn’t just been the cuffs on his hands and ankles, or the way Carlos flogged him, but his lover’s dominant words. The euphoria came slow, arriving like an evening tide. Once Ace surrendered to it, every inch of flesh tingled. He experienced sensations of tunnel vision. Carlos’s face was the only image visible. BDSM quickly became their preferred form of lovemaking.

After Carlos’s death, Ace had assumed leadership of Prison Masters. The club’s members accepted Ace without question. Even though Ace had been Master’s pet, he was now a Dominant man. Since then, he had experienced Domspace, but subspace would always find its way back. Many nights, Ace recalled Carlos’s final order. Raw arousal burned through his body. He would cuff himself, imagining it was Carlos’s hands buckling the leather. The memories slipped him over the edge.

Some of the club’s older men defined him as a switch. Others saw his dominance. Regardless he had earned their respect. Members from rival gangs didn’t lay a hand on anything belonging to Master.
One afternoon, six months ago, Ace had learned it was possible to be in love with three men—Carlos, Paul, and Tyler. The twink in his arms ignited his dominance in ways no other man had, except for Paul Ryder. Paul started work as a guard a year before Carlos’s death.

The blond-haired, soft-spoken man still worked the midnight to noon shift. He was a decent guy, just trying to do his job.

Prison Masters met each morning at breakfast. The group had nearly two dozen members. Even though Paul was on duty, he always seemed to be more interested in their meetings than guarding. Paul had been friends with Carlos, so it was natural to continue the camaraderie with Ace.

A year ago, Paul’s Dom had passed away, leaving the handsome guard an emotional mess. A few months after the man’s death, Ace had eased Paul’s pain, making him feel like a submissive again. Two months before Tyler arrived, both men admitted their love, but held each other at arm’s length. Ace knew it would cost Paul his job to become involved. What type of life would they have with Paul dividing his time between prison and the outside world? Ace feared the heartbreak.

Sure, he had been with other men besides Paul and Tyler. He had fucked, made love, and even been Master to several during play. Men transferred units, and some got paroled. Prison Masters provided a safe, sane, and consensual place to play, but Carlos had whetted his desires for more. While Carlos had awakened his submission, Tyler peaked his dominance. Ace not only wanted to play with the young man, he wanted a commitment again.




Adult Excerpt

Tyler hoped his eyes reflected the desire in his body. Ace was buckling leather fur-lined cuffs around his wrists. When Ace put the first restraint through one of the cuff’s D-rings, Tyler whimpered. He arched his back off the bed.

“Hold still, pet.”

Ace finished threading the restraint through the D-ring. Then, he slipped it around the gold metal bars of the headboard. He repeated the process with the other cuff. Once Tyler was secured, Ace pressed his mouth to his trembling lips.

“Making that drawing come true,” Ace said.

“Both of you are my fantasy.”

“We know.”

Tyler’s dick ached. His lover’s dominance fueled his submission. Tyler’s whimpers were muffled by a three-way kiss. Tongues tangled. Lips moved against each other.

Paul finally broke away from the kissing. “Always compared it to a gentle hug, keeping me in submission.” He wound a strip of hemp rope around Tyler’s left forearm. Each twist created a neat row. The guard tied the two ends in a center knot. Paul repeated the action on the other arm.

The guard used longer pieces of rope on Tyler’s upper thighs, repeating the same process. “There are many styles of kinbaku.” Paul used the technique on his lower legs. He bound him from the knees, down to his ankles, with rows and neatly placed knots. “Don’t want your legs completely restrained together. Couldn’t fuck.”

“We’d fuck, Master,” Tyler replied.

Tyler had been restrained before, but never in the intricate weavings of kinbaku. Paul was right, it was a gentle hug. The sensation of the guard’s rope work, combined with Ace’s restraints, pushed Tyler toward his inferno.

The young man couldn’t decide who was hotter. Both men had smokin’ physiques. As their skin brushed his, Tyler’s flesh tingled. Ace and Paul were back between his legs. Two sets of hands caressed him. Lips skimmed his neck, shoulders, and chest. Paul took a nipple into his mouth, teasing the hard peak with his tongue. Tyler cried out. Ace’s hand smacked his ass.

“Get you warmed up,” Ace said.

“And worked up,” Paul said.

The guard moved down his body. His lover bent his legs against his chest. Paul licked Tyler’s rim, circling the opening.

“Holy fuck,” Tyler spoke.

Paul sank his tongue inside Tyler’s ass. “Are you Master’s slut?” Paul’s tongue teased his rim again. “Expect you to answer me, if you want it back inside you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Don’t forget again.”

The fullness of Paul’s tongue pressed back inside. The guard’s fingertips kneaded his buttocks, keeping the cheeks apart. Tyler whimpered. Ace’s hand spanked his ass again. Paul mirrored the action on his other hip.

Tyler’s dick was rock hard, laying at an angle against his abdomen. Each strike of his lovers’ hands produced a stream of pre-cum. Ace was licking the juice from his cock head.

“Put me in your mouth, Master,” Tyler pleaded.

Ace hesitated, teasing his swollen head with his tongue.

“Dammit, put me in your mouth!”

“Pets don’t make demands.”

Tyler smiled. “I’m a brat, remember?”

“Yeah, we know,” Paul replied. The guard resumed fucking Tyler’s ass with his tongue.

Ace wrapped his mouth around his shaft. Tyler writhed on the bed. He pulled at his restraints. The young man arched his back off the bed. Ace pushed him back down.

“Love you, Master.”

“I love you, pet.”

After several swirls of Ace’s tongue on the shaft, Tyler’s cock was removed from his lover’s mouth. Tyler protested, yanking at his restraints.

“Yeah, you’re a brat,” Ace said, “a brat who’s going to watch me get his other Master aroused.”

Tyler was trembling. A warm sweat broke out over his skin. The base of his spine tingled as his release built. The smack of hands on his ass cheeks, elicited another moan. He didn’t know how he would survive watching Ace fuck Paul, but he damn sure knew it would keep the inferno smoldering hot.

Ace pulled Paul to the center of the bed. Both men knelt in front of Tyler.Hot. So fucking hot. Ace’s tongue inside Paul’s mouth kept a steady stream of pre-cum running down Tyler’s shaft. The guard’s moans sent electrical current to Tyler’s dick.

“Fuck him, Master.”

“Pet doesn’t like to just be taken. Have to break that wall of shyness.”

Ace’s hands were caressing Paul’s body. Fingertips smoothed the guard’s muscles. Tyler bit his lip when Ace’s tenderness turned to smacks against their lover’s ass. Paul’s eyes closed in pleasure.

“Master,” Paul said.

“Submit, pet.”

They touched each other with familiar affection. The dynamic Ace shared with Paul went beyond Dominance and submission. The couple shared a private passion. Tyler recalled his own intimacy with the president of Prison Masters. Right now, that same man was giving what another needed.

“Those needs I couldn’t satisfy before won’t go unmet,” Ace said. He placed a finger against Paul’s mouth. “Don’t speak.”

Paul brushed a hand against his eyes. Tyler knew it was to hide tears.

“I love you, Master.”

“I love you, pet.”

Holy hell. Sweet Jesus. Ace put a ball gag in Paul’s mouth. Tyler must have missed Ace dragging that out his duffel bag, as well as white nylon rope, and the black flogger on the foot of the bed.
Ace turned Paul around, binding their lover’s wrists behind his back. His partner was whispering into the guard’s ear, with each twist of the rope. What was said was not important, but the look on Paul’s face was. Damn. Holy Fuck. Paul was a little slut, too, in Master’s arms.

Paul nodded. Ace picked up the flogger. Tyler expected to see hard lashes against their lover’s back. Instead, Ace wielded the implement in gentle strokes. The tails caressed Paul’s back in erotic massage.

Restrained and bound, the fantasies of Tyler’s drawings were coming true. Seeing his two Masters play was even better. Paul was the hottest switch Tyler had ever known. The man slipped from Dominance to submission smoothly. Tyler already had a taste of Paul. He wanted more.

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DESTINED (The Unrequited Trilogy #3)

Release Date: February 3rd 2016

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Blurb:

Several months have past since Tristan and Joshua's relationship was pushed to its limit, in the worst of ways, yet they managed to overcome the lies and deceit.

Their relationship is now stronger than it’s ever been, however, a single phone call may be about to change all of that. As Tristan discovers something that could irrevocably destroy everything they have built, Joshua has a life altering decision to make.

In this final instalment of the Unrequited Trilogy, Tristan and Joshua’s relationship is faced with yet another complication. One neither of them would ever have seen coming. With the arrival of a new man in Tristan’s life, will Joshua make his lover’s fear a reality, or will he prove that their love is indeed destined?


Story Excerpt:

“To think you’d do something like that for a man shocks me. Damn, no matter how nice I asked in the past, you always told me to fuck off and deal with it. Don’t tell me our little Skye is in love?”
Skye blushed furiously as she jumped up out of her seat.

“Your schedule is pretty empty today, boss man. I suggest we eat lunch in and go over some of those quarterly repair reports. The annual report is due soon.”

“Okay, I’ll give you the topic change, but just this once.” With a smirk, he grabbed his cell phone off of the pile of papers he had been working on. “Good idea on lunch. I’ll message Joshua and see if he wants to join us. I’m sure he’ll be itching to hear all about Mr. Indie-author Carson.”

Skye gasped playfully. “Shit, I can see it now. The Spanish Inquisition will have nothing on Josh. He keeps warning me about payback.” Smiling softly, she turned back toward the door. “I’ll go get the reports and some menus. You call Hottie, and no carrying stories while my back is turned, or else!”

Tristan hit speed dial on his cell as he watched Skye flounce from the room. He’d have sworn he seen sparkles and butterflies floating around her head a few seconds ago. She was that high on love. A scary image indeed. Chuckling, Tristan turned in his seat to glance out of the large windows lining one side of his office. It was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the cloudless sky, illuminating the newly planted flowerbeds below. He loved this time of year and enjoyed watching the trees grow lush and green as colorful blossoms lined their thick trunks.

“Hello, handsome. What can I do for you?” Tristan smiled at the sound of his man’s voice. He loved that southern accent. Husky and deep. Alluring. “Tristan?”

“Oh, um, sorry, baby. I got lost in one of those Joshua daydreams.” Joshua laughed out loud, and the sound delighted Tristan. “Are you free for lunch today? Skye is in schoolmistress mode and is making me play catch-up with my reports. We’re eating in. Join us, please.”

“I’d love to. I’m free until two, and then I have a shopping date with Cal. He’s being all top secret about the location, so I’ve no idea what’s going on. He also mentioned something about a ring. Damn, I should never have asked him out.”

Tristan frowned as he continued to listen to his man talk. It wouldn’t be unusual for Callum to want to go ring shopping for Kari. Their two-year anniversary was drawing near after all. Speaking of which, his and Joshua’s one-year anniversary wasn’t that far away either.

 “I’m sure you’ll have a great time dealing with him, baby. Just stop by the office any time. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Will do, handsome. Be there soon. I love you.”

Tristan smiled as those sweet words resonated within him. He loved hearing them whispered from his lover’s lips.

“I love you too. See you soon.”

Without another word, Tristan disconnected the call just as Skye came marching back through the double doors of his office. “Now then, let’s do this, boss man!”

Twenty minutes, and a shitload of paperwork, later, Joshua strolled through Tristan’soffice door, a beautiful smile in place.

“Hello, you sexy fuckers, where are my kisses?”

Skye squealed in delight, pretending to faint in a total fangirl move as Joshua swooped in to lay a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Yeah, baby. That’s what I’m talking about.” With that lopsided grin of his, Joshua then moved around the huge leather chair Skye was laying in to make his way toward Tristan. “Now it’s your turn, handsome.”

Tristan arched a brow, feigning indifference as he watched his man with rapt eyes. He loved this playful side of him. It got him hotter than when Joshua went caveman on his ass.

“I have no idea what you mean, sir, but you will not find any kisses here.” The mischievously hot expression that crossed his lover’s features just screamed that Joshua would get his kiss, and more. Yet before he could voice as much, he was attacked from behind.

“I’ll take his kiss. Forget him. Gimme!” Skye pounced on Joshua, making all three of them laugh, just as there was a sharp knock at the door. “Shit! Saved by the lunch bell, Mr. Malone. For now.”

As Skye skipped off to sort lunch, Joshua turned back to him, brows frowned. “So, what’s going on with our girl? I never thought I’d see the day when she lost all that doom and gloom makeup of hers.” Her unladylike grunt indicated that she’d heard what was being said, but it didn’t deter Joshua.

“She is a looker, not that she wasn’t always, but damn. I’m going to get in trouble one of these days. I just know it.”

Skye glanced over her shoulder from her spot at the table, a questioning look in her eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Joshua grunted at her in return, twining his fingers through Tristan’s as he headed toward the table his assistant was laying out for them. “It means if anyone so much as looks at you funny I will have to spank them. Hard.”

When Skye only rolled her eyes, Tristan had to fight off a chuckle. Joshua was being serious. He thought of the girl as a sister, and if anyone hurt her, then they would surely feel Joshua’s wrath. Feeling the need to reassure his man, Tristan wrapped an arm about Joshua’s waist, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ve had this discussion already. I’ve got the guy’s name and number. If there is anything off about him, then we’ll be able to deal with it quickly and save our girl’s virtue.”

This time Skye was the one to laugh. “Virtue? Sure, guys, you have fun trying to find that shit, never mind saving it. Now, enough about my love life. Food is ready.”

Taking a seat, Tristan glanced at the buffet laid out before him. It looked more like a wedding brunch menu than something three friends would enjoy on any other normal day of the week. The table was covered with a sheet of crisp white linen, and the centre piece was made up of the most beautiful yellow sunflowers he had seen so far this season. There was a selection of hors d’œuvres, from crab and avocado toast to glazed salmon, smoked shrimp, and warm olives. All of which were a mix of his and Joshua’s favorites. These were accompanied with a selection of fresh sandwiches, stuffed potato skins, pasta, soups, and sliced vegetables for dipping. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket next to a glass bottle of orange juice and several other bottled sodas. And a Meissen porcelain teapot was steaming next to a tray full of pastries, cupcakes, and fresh fruit. As usual, Skye had outdone herself.

“Bon appétit, mes coeurs.”

Joshua growled low in Skye’s direction, putting on his best French accent as he began to tease her once more. Their combined laughter was music to Tristan’s ears. Taking a plate each, they tucked into one the best lunches Tristan had had in a long time. There was a lot to be said for spending time with your loved ones.

© Amara Lebel, Siren Publishing, 2016


Adult Excerpt:

Propping his intoxicated man against the sink basin, Josh reached into the stall and switched on the double-headed shower. Once satisfied with the temperature, he slowly eased Tristan into the warm flow before going to close the door.

“No! Come with me, baby. What if I fall over?” Pouting like a sulky kid, Tristan stared through the glass door, his eyes heavy lidded with sleep yet full of heat. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Licking his plump, dusky-colored lips, Tristan arched, his hips undulating as he stroked his bare chest. “Don’t make me beg.”

On a groan, Josh pushed his boxers off, exposing the powerful erection beneath, before rushing toward his lover. Panting hard, they met in the middle, all else forgotten as their mouths came together in a wet, sloppy kiss. Tristan swallowed Josh’s low groan as he flattened himself flush against Josh’s solid chest, deepening their kiss, tongues caressing and teeth lightly nipping.

“…love…you…” Moving away, Tristan kissed a path downward until he was on his knees.
“T, wai—”

His words were cut short as his lover wasted no time fisting Josh’s throbbing shaft and easing the blunt head into his welcoming mouth.

“Fuck!” Swinging his hips, he sank balls deep into the warm cavern of Tristan’s throat, humming in delight as his man took everything he had to give. “That’s so damn good. Always, fuck.” Tristan moved forward, changing the angle of his strokes as his head bobbed back and forth along Josh’s now slick shaft. The rhythm and suction making his sac draw up tight as he shuddered in delight.

“Dammit!”

With a wet plop, Tristan released Josh’s cock, glancing up at him from under hooded eyes as he continued to stroke him off. The steam from the shower cloaking him in an ethereal mist.  He was so damn beautiful. Those piercing gray eyes of his, lined with such dark lashes, burned fiercely with both love and lust.

“I adore that face. Seeing the pleasure I make you feel. Knowing that I’m the only one who can do that to you.” Tristan’s voice was husky, the deep tone making Josh’s cock twitch. “That’s right, baby.” With an attentive tongue, he flicked the tip of Josh’s ruddy, bulbous head. Suckling on it lightly he teased every ridge and groove tortuously.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to come. Hard.”

Squeezing the base of Josh’s throbbing shaft, Tristan smirked before doubling his efforts. On a grunt, Josh threaded his hands into his lover’s dark, lush locks as he continued to thrust shallowly, gasping and groaning as his man took him over the edge with his mouth alone.

“Don’t. Shit!”

Josh came on a surge, his cock kicking and pulsing as Tristan sucked him dry. His man was amazing and as per usual Tristan took great pride in cleaning Josh up, igniting a white-hot fire deep within his gut. It increased his passion and excitement to almost unbearable levels.

“I need you. Take me, T, now!”

On a grunt, Tristan tugged hard on Josh’s hand, bringing him down onto his knees so they were face to face. “Turn around.”

Doing as he was told, Josh turned to place his palms on the cool tiled wall, thrusting his ass back against his man’s hot, throbbing shaft. “Fuck, I need you too, baby.”

Panting hard, Tristan rubbed the bulbous head of his cock against the tight entrance of Josh’s hole as he reached overhead for the shower gel. Josh watched raptly as his lover lathered his fingers with the cold liquid, teasing and preparing Josh for his intrusion. “I can’t…hell—”

Growling low in his throat, Tristan began to thrust against Josh harder and harder, the tip of his cock pushing inside inch by inch until he was buried to the root.

“Hurry, T. I’m about to fucking die here.”

Tristan chuckled, his hot breath fanning Josh’s throat as he leaned forward to place chaste kisses to his jaw. “Hold on tight.”

He didn’t give Josh time to brace himself, however. On another deep growl, Tristan straightened up on his knees and began a hard punishing rhythm as he pounded into Josh from behind. The force of each perfectly angled thrust had both their breaths leaving them on harsh puffs.

“So. Damn. Good. Fuck!”

Josh nodded in agreement because words failed him. He could barely breathe, never mind talk. His jaw was too busy clenching down hard in pleasure to allow for anything else. He was so fucking close to losing it.

“Tristan. Please.” White-hot heat suffused his entire body, the blood rushing to his ears and drowning out all other sounds in the room. “Please.” His cock throbbed deliciously. “Please.” His balls grew up tight, and his lower back tingled as he met Tristan’s thrust for thrust.

“Please! I’m going to” Just as Josh was about to find his release, Tristan reached around to grip the base of his shaft, stilling them both as he leaned in close.

“Never forget this moment, baby. Never forget that only I can do this for you. That nobody else will ever know you, or your body, this well. That only I can ever love you this much.” Josh cried out unintelligibly as he tried to thrust into his lover’s tight fist. “Tell me you understand. Tell me you love me as much as I do you, Joshua.”

Popping his eyelids open, Josh turned his head to the side, his forehead meeting Tristan’s as they fought for breath. Why was Tristan saying this stuff? He knew what he meant to Josh, and vice versa. But right now Josh’s body was too eager for release to fixate on anything else.

“I do…love you. Please, T. Please!”

Without another word, Tristan thrust forward, his hot cock burning Josh from the inside out as it hit that sweet spot over and over again. On a roar, Josh came, his hands sliding down the tiles as he collapsed in a sated heap. Jesus, his man knew exactly what way to work him to make him fall to pieces in his arms.

“Damn, baby. I love you so fucking much. Let’s get out of here. All I want to do is hold you.”
Reaching over Josh’s head, Tristan switched off the shower before leading them both outside, where he took his time drying them with large fluffy towels.

“Come to bed with me.” As usual, Josh was unable to refuse, so he meekly followed his man to bed, curling into his side as he opened his arms wide. “I love you, Joshua Malone. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you. Never forget that.”

 “I know. Just as I love you, T.”

© Amara Lebel, Siren Publishing, 2016

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DENIAL (book #1)

Blurb:

Tristan Bailey is a man who never takes no for an answer in anything he does or wants. Life treats him good as the CEO of his own airline, and one of New York's finest bachelors. Men and women alike fall at his feet, the world opens to him without complaint. There isn't much he desires. Until he lays eyes on Joshua, that is.

Death has become a living nightmare for Joshua Malone. No matter what he does, a past riveted with pain and destruction follows him and forces him to make life decisions he would rather not. Josh never wanted to be reminded of the heartache that loving someone could bring, but he finds himself struggling to deny Tristan's advances.

Two different worlds collide in a heated meeting of longing and lust. Can the inner fears of one be laid to rest by the newfound love for the other, or will they both be denied?

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BETRAYAL (book #2)

Blurb:

Following the difficult trials leading to their newfound relationship, Tristan and Joshua thought things would get easier. They had fought their dark pasts together, and made a vow to never allow them to control their lives again.

Now a whole new kind of complication has arrived to test their loyalty and trust. A sexy complication in the form of Logan Mclean.

Lust, lies and emotions run rampant as the Scottish businessman wedges himself between the lovers. Have Tristan and Joshua truly laid the ghosts of their pasts to rest, or will they allow another’s desires to ruin everything? For in this ever growing world of emotion, one step can lead to either complete happiness, or an ultimate betrayal.


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Author Bio:

I am an Erotic Romance and ManLove author. A huge fan of all things male; I watch, read and drool over everything to do with them. Yes, I am a little perverted, yet in a good way. I have a vast Yaoi collection, and spend my time fantasizing about steamy scenes of male love, sensual encounters, and so much more.

With a little encouragement I eventually put pen to paper and wrote my first ever MM romance, Denial (The Unrequited Trilogy #1), which was published in Sept 2014 by Siren Publishing Inc. Now I take great pride in sharing my erotic stories of forbidden lust and enchanted romance with all of you, my fellow depraved sensualists.

A true Irish lass born and raised I come from a small town in Northern Ireland, where I now live with my handsome (French) hubby and gorgeous family. I'm a full time mum of three, and believe me when I say they keep me busy. I spend my days chasing after my lil darlings, my nights lost in Yaoi, and thanks to my amazing husband I spend my weekends writing up a storm.

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