Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Contest winner

Just sneaking back in to announce the winner of my comments contest: ali_wilde! Please contact me at neenajaydon @ yahoo.ca (spaces removed) and I'll send you a copy of Storms and Stars when it is released.

On Sale This Week

This week we have books by Lucius Parhelion, Sean Michael, Maia Strong and Julia Talbot on sale at 20% off.

Check it out.

New Releases for December 28

Indigo: The Cat's Meow by Lucius Parhelion

Good jobs were hard to come by in 1930, even in booming Southern California, even in Hollywood. Fred Doyle was relieved when the chores his brother Charlie conned him into taking over, serving as handyman and cat sitter for their landlady's son, accidentally led to decent work with Carl Belasco, youngest and sharpest of the Production Heads at Metropolitan Pictures.

But now Fred and Carl are being drawn together by more than painting woodwork on weekends, trying to keep track of Mr. Flurry the cat, or even correcting errant movie directors. They’re realizing that a more intimate and illegal taste they share is turning them toward each other. Too bad that onlookers, including the ever-conniving Charlie, may notice the growing attraction before Fred and Carl do.

Given this tangle, a quick trip to buy decorating supplies on romantic Catalina Island is likely not the wisest of ideas…

Get your copy today!


Rose & Thorn, a Torquere Menage by Maia Strong

Eamon Quinn, a newly minted actor from a small university town, is auditioning for a position with Rose & Thorn Theatrics. He's up to the acting challenge; he's not so sure he's up to life in the big city. That is, until he finds a friend in Jasper Davison. Jasper is intrigued by Eamon, certain that he, like Jasper, is a mountain-born, Druid-touched soul.

When both men are hired as journeymen by Rose & Thorn, the kindred spirits soon become lovers, and catch the eye of the company's head apprentice, HJ Greenhills. Their flirtations are lighthearted, but bad luck plagues the theater. Accidents, injuries, and a sudden death have given rise to rumors of a curse. The power of three is a mighty force in Druid magic – is it powerful enough to stop the destruction of Rose & Thorn?

Find out today!


Connor's Journey, a Velvet Glove story by Sean Michael

Connor attends a friend's pre-commitment send-off at the Velvet Glove, and he knows he's out of place, but is determined to enjoy his one night among the rich. Then he meets Desmond, a regular member, who wants to show him everything about being a sub if he'll take a five year contract. It beats his old job, but can he do the things Desmond wants him to?

Originally published on the Turn of the Screw serial service, and in print in Velvet Glove, Volume 1.

Pick up your copy today!


Naughty: New Legs, New year, a Hammer story by Sean Michael

Jeremy should be happy -- he and Simon (who first appear in the Hammer novel, Forged) had a great Christmas and are looking forward to New Year's Eve. He's got new legs, though, and he doesn't like them at all. Can Simon convince him to focus on the positive, and help him do it, too?

Find out today!


Naughty: Popping the Cork by Julia Talbot

Granger isn’t sure why he’s been summoned home to Gunnison, Colorado for New Year’s Eve, but when he finds out it’s his sister’s wedding and not some pack ritual, he’s damned relieved. When he meets the groom’s brother, he’s even more interested. Channing is hot, dominant, and all male. Can the two of them get to know each other before the cork pops at midnight?

Find out today!

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Bye bye~

It's been lovely hosting the blog today. I'll leave the comment contest open until midnight PST.

Good night! ^_^

Storms and Stars excerpt

A little taste from the story itself. This is early on in Villam and Luke's relationship, when they're just getting a feel for each other on this new world:

Villam sighed to himself, prodding at his bristly chin. He despised the feeling of whiskers, and this was turning into a beard. He hadn't yet succumbed to the mad urge to try shaving with his sword. He glanced at the knife Luke was using to trim fern heads.

"Lend me your knife, would you?" he asked.

Luke didn't look up from his task.
"No."

"I'm hardly going to attack you with it," Villam snapped. "I just want to shave."

"No."

"Fine." Villam sat down, his back to a tree, and crossed his arms over his chest. "You'll just have to shave me, then." He'd meant to irritate Luke into giving up the knife, but all he got in reaction was a shrug. For a moment he hesitated; then, not willing to back down, Villam lifted his chin. "Well?"

Without a change of expression, Luke set aside the ferns. He rinsed his hands and the blade from a canteen. Then he walked over to Villam and looked down at him, holding the knife in one hand, the canteen in the other. Villam's heart skipped a beat. He didn't allow himself to look away. Something in his stomach sank with Luke as he went to his knees.

Luke poured a small amount of water into his palm, then patted it onto Villam's face. He looked Villam in the eye as he raised the knife. Villam swallowed reflexively, his body tensing. As always, he felt as though Luke were taking his measure, but he didn't know against what standard. When that attention moved to Villam's cheek, it was only bringing his willpower to bear that stopped him from jumping at the first touch of the blade against his alert skin.

It was a sharp knife, gliding against his jaw. Luke's callused fingers were gentle as they pulled his skin tight. Villam gazed at the tendons in Luke's throat, the subtle swell of his jaw, and the potent shape of his Adam's apple. He licked his lips.

"Stay still," Luke murmured. He was intent on his work now, making his way to Villam's chin. A lock of his hair brushed the bridge of Villam's nose. It was so quiet now with the birds on the water settled down to rest. He could hear his own breathing, louder than Luke's, quicker than it should be. Luke's lips were resting thoughtfully closed. Their shape was gentle, just slightly lush, and shaded a paler relative of burgundy.

The only hint that Luke thought anything of what he was doing was a single sharp look as he put the edge of the knife to Villam's throat. Feeling his face harden, Villam met that challenging gaze, his fingers curling into the dirt. In that moment, he remembered in a visceral way that they were enemies, and that he was foolish to trust. Luke's palm slid down his neck, a warm contrast to the goosebump-raising chill of adrenaline. Then Luke bent his head to focus on his delicate work.

Villam's confused senses found the ticklish sensation almost unbearable. He closed his eyes and realized that he was holding his breath. He could feel Luke's body close to his own but only making contact through that one steadying hand, and his jaw clenched. As strange sparks bolted down his spine and his skin tightened, Villam had an urge to take hold of him with both hands and grip hard. His fingertips wanted to know what Luke's chin might feel like; his legs wanted to press into Luke's, to feel and to trap.

This is ridiculous. He's just --

Then Luke's touch was gone, taking the precisely uncomfortable knife with it. Villam opened his eyes, then gasped as chill water splashed against his bared face. Luke picked up his small canteen and stood up. Villam ran an exploratory hand over his face. His skin felt rubbed raw, but free of whiskers.

"Thank you," he said as steadily as he could. His heart hadn't quite understood that the process was complete.

"My knife is only for my use," Luke said. "I'll use it for you, but don't touch it."

"Fair enough," Villam replied faintly.

Contest

Comment either here or on the Torquere Social LJ today, and I'll put your name in a draw for a free copy of my upcoming novel!






It's lonely at the top for Commander Villam Elding, who's always ranked loyalty to the empire and career ambition over romance. He finds it easier to love ideas than people; without military life, he's lost. Even so, it's his close relationship with Kardiell, a popular officer, that tears him from that life. Those with competing ambitions try to take Villam hostage to leverage Kardiell's soft spot for him. In the struggle, Villam crashes the small spacecraft he's riding. All hands perish except himself and Luke, his kidnapper.

Luke tyv Sicinik travels the galaxy performing dirty missions for money to send home. Born on a desert colony abandoned by the empire, he has no love for imperial soldiers. He spent his childhood in a monastery which taught the evils of anything impractical or sentimental. Yet when he crawls from the destroyed spacecraft, his first instinct is compassionate: he drags Villam's unconscious body free of the wreckage. Stranded together on a wild planet, Villam and Luke know that survival means cooperation. A truce becomes trust, and trust turns to passion, as they struggle to find a new life together -- just the two of them against an entire world.

Check out an excerpt on the Torquere social LJ.

First Time on the Blog!

Good morning!

I'm Neena Jaydon, and my debut novel Storms and Stars is coming out very soon from Torquere Press! I'll be hosting the blog today as well as hanging out on the Torquere Press social LiveJournal. It's nice to meet you!

Just popping in to say hello. I'll be back soon for chat and an excerpt :).

Coming This Week

Coming on Wednesday:
Connor's Journey, a Velvet Glove story by Sean Michael (M/M)
Indigo: The Cat's Meow by Lucius Parhelion (M/M)
New Legs New Year, a Hammer Club story by Sean Michael (M/M)
Popping the Cork by Julia Talbot (M/M)
Rose and Thorn by Maia Strong (M/M/F)

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Letters to Santa, from Torquere Authors

Howdy, y'all!

Every year our authors let us share some of their letters to Santa. I'd like to personally thank all of the Torquere writers, readers, staff, editors, artists. Lorna and I are truly blessed.

Shawn

***

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is for you to stop me from procrastinating – retroactively. I could have already sent out my Christmas cards, then. I bet I'd be at least two books further along in my preparation for next semester, too. If you can make reindeer fly, it doesn't seem unreasonable to suggest that you replace my ten-put-off-tasks-a-day procrastination habit with some proper adult time management skills.

As for Villam and Luke, well ... they don't celebrate Christmas, of course. But Villam's keen to participate, and would like the complete 38-volume set of pre-conquest era poetry commissioned by her Imperial Majesty. I told him I wasn't sure that would fit in a sleigh. He said he's not sure why anyone would build an atmospheric craft too small to carry a few books. I suppose after riding around in massive starships one gets a little snobby about these things.

Please don't bring anything for Luke -- he's offended by the very idea of giving presents. You can take the monk out of the austere desert colony monastery, but you can't take the austere desert colony monastery out of the monk.

Looking forward to your visit.

Love,

Neena Jaydon

***


Dear Santa,
I know that you have many authors writing to you, and that others may have already asked you for this, but could I please make it onto the New York Times best seller list? If this isn’t possible, how about a bag of chocolate that will never run out, so I can keep nibbling as I continue to write?

Thank you in anticipation

Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
http://berengariabrown.webs.com/

***


Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is another night like the one we had last year. You remember...the one when you wore Rudolph’s harness and nothing else? I drove your sleigh into the mattress that night, as I recall. Come on, you know you want to. What the Missus doesn’t know won’t hurt her, and besides, you know she’s got a threeway going with Yukon Cornelius and the Bumble.

Counting the days until Christmas Eve,

Herbie (the dentist Elf)

www.KiernanKelly.com
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***

Dear Santa,

I've you've got a minute, could you tidy my apartment a bit? This year, I've spent so much time writing new erotica and queer fiction that I've barely had a moment to vacuum or dust or scrub the tub. I manage to get the dishes washed, but that's only because I need to use them. And I do clean the litter box, mostly because one of my cats likes to poo in inopportune places when it gets smelly.

Thanks, dude. You're the best.
Hugs,
Giselle Renarde

***


Letter to Santa

Dear Santa:

Hi. It's Johnny. You know, Johnny Rayne. Well, I can't say as I've written to you since I was about five or six, so bear with me. Oh, good choice of words there. Virgil has been a huge bear lately, and I'm about ready to pop him one. This election was a killer. I really didn't know how bad it could get. I'm ashamed to say I haven't paid attention to elections and voting until now.

Anyway, Santa - if you could see your way to bringing some of that special lube, you know the one that warms up when it comes in contact with skin, well, I'd be pretty darned grateful. I might even try to stop swearing so much. Last night, Virgil had to remind me, um, the hard way about that.

The kids are doing great, and my mom is coming in for the whole week before Christmas. God, Virgil will love that. I'm going to get some more Baby Einstein DVDs for the kids, and I know my mom is shopping at RalphLauren.com for winter gear, so you don't need to worry about them.

Well, Merry Christmas, Santa!

PS - I would like a new chair for Virgil's mancave so I can hang out with him there once in a while. Since I let him in my music room, I think he should let me in his space. Leave me a sign if you think of something that will match.

(dictated by JM Cartwright)

***


Dear Santa,

I don't suppose your bag could hold what I *really* want, which is about four extra hours in each day. No, didn't think so.

As a writer, then, I could sure use one of those new iPads -- perfect for writing at my favorite coffee shop, or just capturing plot-bunnies when they nibble on my toes! (And hey, Santa, if you wanted to drop my books into a few stockings, that would be pretty awesome, as well!)

And as a reader, I need more, more, MORE! of my favorite authors... and you could throw in a few new authors to get hooked on, too! I bet the elves have some suggestions -- I bet they spend a lot of time snuggling and reading stuff that will help them keep warm on those North Pole nights! (Do you and Mrs. Claus ever join in when they act out their favorite scenes?)

Love,
Elizabeth L. Brooks
http://EveryWorldNeedsLove.blogspot.com

***


Dear Santa,

Please put a good boy in the stocking of every naughty boy. I promise to take notes.

Love Sean

http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com

***

Dear Santa,

Please send plane tickets to Colorado (for me and BA) so I can do research. :D

And play in the snow.

Peace on earth.

Julia

http://www.juliatalbot.com

***

Dear Santa,

I was going to ask for a cowboy for me and Julia to play with. Then I wanted a puppy.

What I really want, though, is rain. Please let central Texas have enough rain to survive the coming summer.

BA

http://www.batortuga.com

***

Dec. 2009

Dear Santa,

I know it’s odd having a twenty-eight year old man writing to you, but I had to. What I ask of you isn’t for me, it’s for Riley. Probably another oddity for you, a Christmas request for the dead.

It’s the season for family, friends and loved ones. Riley fits each of those criteria. He means the world to me and I feel he is still with me - watching over me. Maybe he even helped bring Tennyson into my life. It’s just the sort of thing he would do. A
constant Dom, even in death, always looking out for his sub.

So, we come down to my request. I want Riley to know how much I still love him and I want him to have peace and know we will meet again. At least I hope so. I’d hate to think that I’d never see him again. I want my Dom to not worry about me, to look out after himself for once.

We miss and love him dearly. His memory will always live on with me, Cameron, Ajay, John, Russell and Max. Even Tennyson indulges me and let’s me talk about how things were. Ten knows I will never stop loving Riley, but I have room in my heart for him as well.

Thank you,
Avery Miller
Braeside, New York
(Mist Gray: Falling Apart Falling Together)


2010

Dear Santa,

Normally I would ask Him, but I feel He has given me enough already. But I beg of you to leave my Ash
something under the tree. He is convinced that he isn’t deserving to be on the ‘good list’. I’ve seen the good in him and feel he should be rewarded for it.

Thank you,
Casimir
Summerset, New York
(Blurred Clarity)


--Andy Slayde

***

Dear Santa,

This Christmas I'd like three things; the cancellation of Survivor, a Glock 17 and an exorcism. Thanks.

Fynn Adder

(dictated by Missouri Dalton)

***

Dear Santa,

I've been (mostly) good this year, and certainly worked hard, so for christmas I would like:
1) 4-day weekends every week
2) A full servicing for my 6-year-old boiler so I don't die of carbon monoxide poisoning
3) Driving lessons (already booked, because apparently I'm incapable of doing that myself)
4) A llama

I don't have any brandy, but you're welcome to the brandy-flavoured whipped cream in the fridge. Just please don't feed any to the llama.

Lots of love and merry christmas,
Juniper Gray x

Friday, December 23, 2011

Christmas Sale!

It's the holidays!! So we're offering 15% off your purchases from now through the end of day Sunday January 1 to celebrate! Just put 'xmas2011' in the coupon code box any time you check out at Torquere Books before Sunday January 1 at midnight to get 15% off your order.

Sale good now through Sunday January 1 at Midnight (est).

Happy holidays from Torquere Press!


Discount codes are provided as a courtesy to our customers. Torquere Press Inc. cannot be responsible for discounting purchases made before coupons/sales are announced, and cannot issue discounts to customers who fail to use the coupon or discount code during the purchase process.

Wreck the malls - the holidays are upon us!

The holidays are here again. Every year, I go through the same stressful process – determining what to buy everyone on my list. As I stand in the department store aisle holding the rhinestone-studded toilet paper dispenser, I ask myself the same tired, old questions I ask myself every year. - will they like this? Do they already have one? Can they use another one? Will they like this color? I hem and I haw. I put it down, pick it back up, and put it back down again. I walk around the display, biting my lip, trying to decide.

Finally, I snatch it up and run to the register, wanting to pay for the item before I can talk myself out of buying it again. After all, I'm swiftly running out of both shopping days and ideas, and I have to buy something.

It was so much easier when my kids were toddlers. Back then, I could gift wrap a boxful of Styrofoam peanuts and they'd think I'd given them gold. Back then, they were happiest playing with the boxes, never mind what came inside them.

But as they grew up, things got tougher. Every year, I'd get THE LIST, and on it was at least one toy that was totally, absolutely, and utterly impossible to find. One year it was Cabbage Patch dolls (there were actual riots in toy stores over them). Another year it was Teddy Ruxpin, the talking teddy bear that could read story books.

This was in the days before the Internet, too. In those days, you couldn't simply hop online, place your order with a few keystrokes, and have the item delivered to your home. You had to physically go out there and find it. I remember going on the hunt every year. The hunt meant driving all over the state, visiting every freaking store in every town, where I'd elbow my way through a thick crowd to get near the display case. It took everything I had short of indulging in bare-knuckle fisticuffs to get my mitts on one of the toys before they were all gone. Then I had to stand in a line long enough to qualify for the Guinness World Book of Records in order to pay for it.

It's true what they say – the difference between men and boys (and women and girls) is the price of their toys. As a child's age goes up, so does the cost of items on their holiday wish list. As they progress from grade school to high school to college, they graduate from Barbie dolls and action figures to I-phones and video game systems, and then to laptops and I-pads. As adults, they're into flat screen TVs and Blue Ray players.

The thing is, no matter how costly the gift, their eyes never quite sparkle with excitement they way they used to.

Well, there's always the grandchildren.

Oh, yes, I spoil them. Mercilessly. It's payback for all the years my kids drove me crazy driving around trying to fill their wish lists when they were young. So far, the pile of gifts I've gotten for the grandkids is so big it can probably be seen from space.

But oh, how their eyes will sparkle when they open them!

And then they'll play with the boxes.

Happy Holidays everyone!

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Review Round-Up

Come enjoy our newest Review Round-Up on our LiveJournal

A new release and a chance to WIN a free book.

My new werewolf holiday book is out! So here is a taste of "A Little Light Loving" AND the chance to win your choice of a book from my backlist!!


I’m visiting awesome author Tracy Cooper-Posey today, answering questions and offering a giveaway from my backlist. Go, comment, win:
http://tracycooperposey.com/get-cozy-with-santa-baby-and-berengaria-brown/



“A Little Light Loving” blurb:

Cord’s a werewolf and the holiday season makes Cord’s skin itch, his head ache, and his wolf side agitated. Usually he goes on vacation at this time of year but he wants to be with Dillon.
Cord decides to rent a little cabin in the mountains for the holiday week and Dillon agrees to come with him. They have a few wonderful days together, then Cord asks Dillon about werewolves and Dillon reveals his abhorrence of the animals and his animal heritage. Cord’s heart is breaking that the man he loves could be so mistrustful of him. How can they have a future without trust?

PG13 EXCERPT

You need your fucking head examined. Going off to fuck a werewolf? Where's your brain? Dillon chastised himself as he followed Cord's truck. Oh, yeah, that's right -- it's in your pants. Well, you deserve everything that happens to you, then.
Yeah, but all that's going to happen is that I'm going to get laid. And it'll be excellent, I know, because Cord's so yummy.
Idiot.
Quite likely. But I'll be a contented, sated idiot.
Having lost the argument with himself, and being unaccountably happy and excited at the thought of spending the night with Cord, Dillon jumped out of his car, beeped the security system on, and bounced across the parking lot to where Cord was standing waiting for him.
The man did look yummy. Hunkalicious. Dillon was tempted to lick his lips but managed to refrain. He didn't dare look down to check, but he was almost certain his dick was leading the way to Cord. To bed. Oh yes!
Side by side they walked up the stairs, their steps echoing with a hint of urgency, Dillon’s heart beating faster and faster the closer they got to Cord’s apartment.
Cord kicked the apartment door shut and pressed Dillon to the wall. Dillon stared into Cord's eyes. Their faces were almost on a level. Cord was just the slightest bit taller than him. His breath hitched at what he saw in Cord's gaze. Lust. Desire. Passion. "Kiss me," he breathed.
"I plan to do a whole lot more than kissing," said Cord, holding Dillon's chin in one hand.
Dillon licked his lips. He couldn't help himself this time. He leaned forward and very deliberately rubbed his cock over Cord's.
Cord hissed, then pressed back against Dillon, pushing him hard into the wall with his full body weight. When Cord was plastered tight against Dillon's body from hips to shoulders, he flicked his tongue across Dillon's nose, eyelids, forehead, and jaw line, as if savoring the flavor.
Dillon reached up and grabbed Cord's head, sliding his hands through the thick, silky hair, then holding tight. "I thought you said you were going to kiss me. That's not a kiss."
"This is, though," said Cord in a half-strangled, husky tone, before plunging his tongue into Dillon's mouth.
Cord's tongue was everywhere, tangling with Dillon's tongue, rubbing along the insides of his cheeks, sliding over the roof of his mouth. Dillon tightened his grip on Cord's head, holding it still so he could thrust his own tongue in return, matching Cord thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke, until they were both breathless and gasping for air.
"Now that was a kiss," panted Dillon, grinning.
"Bedroom," said Cord. "I don't want our first time to be against a wall."

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Here's a little extra something starring the characters from "A Little Light Loving".

“Tonight I’m going to cook us something truly special for dinner,” said Cord.
“Special eh?”
“Oh yes. Watch.”
They were both seated on the living room floor of the cabin in the hills, in front of the open fire. Cord jumped up, went over to the kitchen area, and came back with a bag of supplies he’d obviously prepared earlier.
Cord grabbed some pre-cut twelve-inch squares of aluminum foil, folded them over his fist into pockets, then lined the bottom of the pocket with thin slices of lemon. “This helps keep the food from burning, as well as adding extra flavor to the meal,” he said.
Next he added some strips of dried beef, chopped potatoes and carrots cut small, peppers, onions, a small can of beans and a few shakes of garlic, salt and pepper. He topped each tube up with maybe a quarter cup of water, folded the top edges of the pocket closed, and set it directly into the hot coals. “They’ll take maybe half an hour to cook. All the veggies slow roast in their own juices,” he added.
“Wow that really does look special. Very simple, yet a lot of different tastes,” said Dillon.
“Exactly. Since they cook so slowly all the various flavors have a chance to blend in the juices, and we’ll end up with a totally delicious meal.”
“So what will we do while dinner cooks?” asked Dillon with a cheeky look in his eyes.
“I’m sure we’ll think of something. Cord licked his lips and pulled Dillon into his arms.

Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

http://berengariabrown.webs.com/

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

New Releases for December 21

Having it All and More by Dalia Craig

Two very different women brought together by one set of jewelry.

Josslyn Harper and Paige Railton are bidding for the same antique ensemble at a New York auction. Each has her own pressing reason for wanting to win the bidding war. With neither woman prepared to give way to the other, the bids rocket to almost two million dollars, forcing Josslyn to admit defeat.

A triumphant Paige is delighted with her purchase, despite its high price. However, she hasn’t bargained on encountering a major obstacle in the shape of a very determined Josslyn Harper. Josslyn vows to fight Paige to get the family heirloom back but she hasn’t reckoned with Paige’s tenacity. Paige and Josslyn find themselves growing closer and soon discover they have a lot in common when the power of love overtakes their battle for ownership of the jewels.

Pick up your copy today!


Thyme: Brave and True by Jenna Jones

Thyme is the herb for courage, something Patrick has been lacking ever since he was publicly humiliated on a national cooking competition. For the past sixteen years, he's been content to be the personal assistant to celebrity chef Dix and love him in silence.

Between the end of Dix's long-running television show and accusations of fraud within Dix's charity, Dix's world is changing and Patrick doesn't know his place in it anymore. As secrets come to light, can Patrick find the courage to trust Dix as he once did, and to believe that he deserves it?

Find out today!


A Little Light Loving by Berengaria Brown

Cord has been attracted to Dillon for a long time. After months of casual conversation and a gradually growing friendship, he’s finally convinced Dillon to share a meal with him. But Cord is a werewolf, and Dillon despises weres. Even worse, the holiday season makes Cord’s skin itch, his head ache, and his wolf side agitated. Usually he goes on vacation at this time of year, but he wants to be with Dillon.

Their first date is a success, although it's over way too fast. Still, Cord refuses to lose hope. Can he persuade Dillon to spend a little more quality time together? Even more importantly, will Dillon be able to open his mind and heart to the wolf within?

Find out today!


Christmas Homecoming, a Hammer Club story by Sean Michael

Grady's been waiting for over two years to see his lover, Joey, who's been deployed in Afghanistan. It looks like it's going to be Valentine's Day at the earliest before they're reunited, though. Oliver's been keeping Grady busy during the holiday season, and he just might have a Christmas surprise for Grady at the Hammer's annual Charity Auction that the man will never forget.

Pick up your copy today!


Winning in a Landslide by JM Cartwright

Sheriff Grissom has just won re-election, but the campaign got nasty. Johnny and Grissom are at odds with each other, the reality of their world sinking in for both men. Johnny's frustrated and Grissom's patience is stretched to the limit.

Johnny's come to understand exactly what their relationship could cost Grissom, and he's having second thoughts. But the two men have established a family, and a life together -- a good life, despite their differences. Plus, it's almost Christmas, and they're breaking in a new housekeeper. How will she like working for two daddies?

Can they really make it work in small-town West Virginia? Join the boys from A Change of Tune and find out.

Get your copy today!


Naughty: Full to Bursting by Giselle Renarde

After six months together, Wanda still hasn't told her children Janelle is more than just a friend. Janelle spends every evening at the house, helping with dinner and homework, but come 10 or 11 at night Wanda always sends her home. Their only chance for debauchery comes one weekend a month, when the kids visit their grandparents. With Christmas on the way, will tensions build too high for Janelle to handle, or will she be fully satisfied by Wanda's big, sexy gift?

Find out today!


Nice: Connections by J. Rocci

This Christmas is going to be a special one for Officer Josh Dabbs and his husband Garrison Williams: For the first time, they're sharing the holiday with their children, Henry and Gabriella. Of course, this being the Dabbs-Williams household, there are crazy dogs, visits from the in-laws to prepare for, and the uncertain waters of parenthood as Gabriella tests her boundaries. But Josh and Garrison have each other, and their family and friends, and a house full of love, so the holidays will be perfect.

Pick up your copy today!


Nice: The Man Who Didn't Like Snow by Aaron Michaels

Chuck and his stud muffin Milton from "The Man With the Alabaster Heart" are back just in time for Christmas!

The holidays find the boys vacationing at a rustic lodge with the rest of Milton's extended family. It's the perfect place for Chuck and Milton to play Santa and the Naughty Elf -- the bed is a four-poster, after all -- but a surprise announcement from Milton's mother leaves Milton reeling. It's up to Chuck to make sure Milton has a Merry Christmas after all. Not to mention put that bed to good use.

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Devilwood Lane by Lucis Moreno Velo

When the Jeffersons move to Darkfort, their reputation precedes them. Mrs. Jefferson has recently disappeared and everybody just knows her husband must have killed her. Suddenly, the whole town is in an uproar. But nobody is more shaken than Jamie Park, who falls in love with Timothy Jefferson. When Jamie finds out that Timothy’s a werewolf, he’s surprised, but not enough to stop inviting him to his bedroom every day after school. But then the school bully dies after a fight with Timothy, and Jamie starts thinking that maybe he is dating a monster, after all.

Then Jamie finds disturbing information about his father’s death, ten years before. He starts looking into Kevin’s death and decides there must be another werewolf pack in Darkfort. But Timothy doesn’t believe him. As Jamie starts to understand the true nature of werewolves, he is revolted by their violence. But when the Jefferson’s old pack turns up to destroy them, Jamie finds himself fighting along Timothy.

Fighting for the pack and for his life. And with a little luck, for a chance to unravel the mystery of Kevin’s and his father’s death.

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Foxhart by AR Jarvis

Tucked safely away from the world on their peninsula, the three 'Veld kingdoms--Estveld, Ostveld, and Norveld--have little to do with the rest of the world, instead focusing their efforts on fighting amongst themselves. But the world hasn't forgotten about them, and the Cheil Empire has turned its armies their way.

The three 'Velds ally together, but even their combined might is not enough to prevent their eventual defeat. The kings are forced to surrender, but the terms for Estveld and Ostveld appear suspiciously lenient; each kingdom maintains its independence, so long as the royal bloodline continues unbroken. The only catch seems to be that the Cheil Emperor is allowed to choose each generation's bride.

Prince Cavan of Ostveld is unhappy with the terms because he fears he won't be allowed to marry the princess to whom he was betrothed. Prince Gair of Estveld is disgruntled because he never intended to marry at all. But the surrender is already signed, and the princes are left with no choice but to travel to the capital of the Cheil Empire where they will learn who--or what--the Emperor has in store for them.

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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Coming This Week

Coming on Wednesday:
A Little Light Loving by Berengaria Brown (Xmas Single Shot, MM)
Christmas Homecoming, a Hammer Club story by Sean Michael (Xmas Single Shot, MM)
Having it All and More by Dalia Craig (Sapphic Signs, FF)
Naughty: Full to Bursting by Giselle Renarde (Holiday Sip, FF)
Nice: Connections by J. Rocci (Holiday Sip, MM)
Nice: The Man Who Didn't Like Snow by Aaron Michaels (Holiday Sip, MM)
Thyme: Brave and True by Jenna Jones (Spice It Up, MM)
Winning in a Landslide by JM Cartwright (Xmas Single Shot, MM)

Coming on Wednesday from Prizm Books:
Devilwood Lane by Lucia Moreno Vel0 (Young Adult)
Foxhart by AR Jarvis (Young Adult)

Monday, December 19, 2011

Happy Holidays

Missouri here (first time caller long time reader) and well, it's the nineteenth, and I have managed to injure myself a dozen ways this holiday season. That's why it's important to be safe this Christmas. Use potholders, wear mittens, and don't forget about the all important jumper cables. Because getting stuck by the side of the road sucks.

Christmas season isn't entirely ridden with accident potential. It's also a great time to get together with friends and family, share stories and read new authors, and even new series by old authors.

Coming in February is the first book of the Night Wars, The Hanged Man's Ghost which follows some characters you'll recognize from Fiends in Low Places and Poisoned Spirits. I'm very excited. Gaze away at the pretty cover art.

And in the spirit of Christmas, I've decided to share something with everyone.

It's my recipe for snack mix, which do to my inability not to eat, is only made during the Christmas season, or special occasions.

8 cups cereal of choice (I prefer Crispix)
1/2 tbs garlic powder
1/2 tbs onion powder
1 tbs season salt
5 tbs Worcestershire
1 tsp lemon juice
1 tsp hot sauce
1/4 cup of butter
1 cup peanuts
1 cup super thin pretzel sticks


Melt butter, mix seasonings, pour on cereal, pretzel and peanuts, mix bake for 30-45 minutes stirring every 15 minutes  until dry through out.

I like my mix a bit zesty.

Meme Monday: "Tis the Season"

1. Are you going anywhere for the holidays? If you could go anywhere for the holidays, where would you go?

2. What is your funniest holiday memory?

3. Do you like your presents to be a surprise, or do you ask for hints and try to peek at them?

4. Did you put up any holiday decorations this year?

5. Do you believe in Santa Claus? If not, did you ever? When did you stop?

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Hello and welcome. I'm Jenna Jones and I'll be your host on the blog today. I'm here to talk mostly about my new release in the Spice It Up! line, Thyme: Brave & True.


Thyme is the herb for courage, something Patrick has been lacking ever since he was publicly humiliated on a national cooking competition. For the past sixteen years, he's been content to be the personal assistant to celebrity chef Dix and love him in silence.



Between the end of Dix's long-running television show and accusations of fraud within Dix's charity, Dix's world is changing and Patrick doesn't know his place in it anymore. As secrets come to light, can Patrick find the courage to trust Dix as he once did, and to believe that he deserves it?

Thyme: Brave and True will be released December 21, 2011.

A SFW(ish: contains kissing) excerpt is below the jump.


Saturday, December 17, 2011

Seven -- yes, that's right, SEVEN -- shopping days until Christmas. This coming week is the big run-up to the holiday. For myself, I'm just grateful that Hanukkah is so late this year! Last year it was the first week in December and my entire family panicked. We made the decision to have our holiday dinner/present-giving sometime after Hanukkah was actually over, just to give ourselves time to shop. In any case, I feel more prepared this year, although my shopping is far from done. My cooking and baking lists are organized and ready. I've been to Walmart, Target, Costco, and the mall. (And I will probably go to all of those places at least three more times before Christmas Eve.) I've seen a lot of Santas on my travels, but none of them looked like this:


That's really a shame, isn't it? I'll keep my eyes peeled, though. In the meantime, let me give you a little snippet of the short story I'm working on. Cade is a tattoo apprentice who finally gets to tattoo his first customer, and it's a lot more erotic than he thought it would be.

***
 
It was a beautiful picture. It would be tricky and challenging and Cade wasn’t sure if he had the ability to do true justice to it, especially his first time, but the artist in him simply could not turn down the opportunity. Cade knew that this needed to be his first real tattoo. “Where do you want it?” he asked. Maybe it was somewhere innocuous, like on Kip’s forearm.

“On my chest. The opposite side of the one I got last time.”

His chest. That meant Kip would have to take his shirt off and sit there, and Cade would have to touch him. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating.

“All right,” Cade finally said, looking up at Kip. “Have a seat on the couch behind you and give me twenty minutes to draw it up.”

“Thanks.” Kip nodded. “I’m sure you’ll do it justice.” He sat on the leather couch and smiled confidently at Cade.

Cade felt something stirring, but he was unsure if it was something complicated like gratitude for Kip’s trust, or something simple like pure lust. He decided it was both, and neither feeling had any place in the job he was about to do. He needed to concentrate.

Nearly a half hour later, Cade had a decent replica of Kip’s picture. He’d shown it to Graham for approval.

“Looks good, Cade. Look at it like a grid, not as a picture. You’ll be fine.” Graham smiled and went back to texting Jessica. Cade felt a tiny frisson of fear that Graham didn’t seem interested in sitting over Cade’s shoulder to watch him work, but that fear was soon outweighed by relief. One thing Cade didn’t need was the extra pressure.

Cade called Kip over and pointed to the chair that all of Graham’s clients sat in. “Go ahead and take your shirt off,” Cade said, and was pleased to hear that his voice sounded normal. Kip was even more attractive at close range, and Cade sent up a silent prayer that his body wouldn’t betray him. His dick was already twitching.

Kip did as he was asked and Cade’s mind registered that the man must have been in the sun at some point. Kip’s chest was a smooth brown color with a dusting of golden hair.

Uh oh. That meant Cade would have to shave him.

***

Makes you want a tattoo, doesn't it? Happy Holidays, Torquere readers. :)

Friday, December 16, 2011

Clark and Daniel Snippet: The Proposal Part 2

( continued from Part 1 in the previous post... )

Stunned by the one-two punch of Clark's words and offerings, Daniel gaped. The dead silence made Daniel suspect that he held more than just Clark in suspense, so he moved deliberately. Turning his hand to hold Clark's, Daniel used the other to caress the blue links about Clark's throat. He briefly pressed against Clark's pulse, and it tripped at a pace to rival Daniel's heart. Daniel slipped his hand within the loop and gave it a twist to pull it taut and bring Clark closer.

"My love," Daniel whispered when his voice failed him. "My ever-vigilant Sergeant." Daniel found stability in the joy growing in Clark's widened eyes. Daniel raised his voice to carry. "Yes, Clark.  I will."

Applause burst from everywhere, and Daniel turned to find people walking out of all the tiny rooms.  He leaned to whispered into Clark's ear, "I will keep and hold you as you keep and hold my heart until I die."

Clark gasped, and a small fist punched Daniel's shoulder. "Good thing you said, yes, Danny, or I'd have kicked your butt."

Daniel let go of Clark's throat, but not his hand, and met the fierce, tear-laden gaze of Mary Innes. Behind her were Conner Adams and his wife, Daniel's Uncle Martin and Aunt Penny, and Daniel's step-siblings: Maddi, Alex, and Ricky.  His students were there too, hanging back and eyeing the dozens of the NAPD's finest who had come.

Lucian Gray swept them all aside, and Daniel helped Clark to his feet. Plucking the ring from Clark's fingers, Daniel slid it on. It fit perfectly. Tim Akkard was shaking Clark's hand, while Chance and Ryuu hung back with smirks on their faces. Galen Fang, from the Green Dojo, slapped Clark's back and grabbed him in a bear hug while Jin smiled. Ken stood just inside a room, but Jeffrey cruised the crowd.

"He finally did it," Heather groused by Daniel's other shoulder. Clark's barmaid now sported fascinating chartreuse hair. "He was driving everyone insane for the last month getting this together."

"I can just imagine," Daniel said faintly. Studying the ring more closely Daniel found the circumference laden with tiny gems the clear blue of a tropical sea.

"I'm glad you said 'yes.'" Heather looked anywhere but at Daniel. "You're good for him."

"I'm glad I can be," Daniel said gravely.

As subtle as smoke, music threaded through the congratulations and laughter, and the band began to cover Bon Jovi's "Thank you for loving me."

Clark took Daniel's hand, pulling him onto the dance floor. Daniel followed his Sergeant's lead, and Clark mouthed the words:


I never knew I had a dream 
Until that dream was you 
When I look into your eyes 
The sky's a different blue

They danced together, before all the people who loved them.  When the dance ended, Daniel deliberately pulled Clark close. 

"Now you're my world, too," Daniel whispered. When Clark glanced at Daniel's mouth, Daniel lunged for the kiss, and Clark met him halfway. 

Fin



Thank you, Kelly, for sharing the dream. -- Raine

Clark & Daniel Snippet: The Proposal Part I

Long ago and far away, in a land I like to call, Daydream, I was working on a novel with a friend of mine (though, I think, to be fair, at the time we were calling it "just for fun"), and I heard a song that reminded me of the man she made for my Clark. It's called Gypsy by Shakira, and to this day, it inspires fits of manly "allergies" in my eyes.

The images I saw in between the chords were of Clark, Daniel, and the mundane art of Men Dressing for an Occasion. Cufflinks and collars oh my, and a kiss from Clark to Daniel, to land on the good professor's cheek.

A long drive with the top down on a spring day. Handholding and laughing, and being at the kind of peace that can only be found when the love of your life is a mere glance away. A restaurant, an air of mystery... a dimming of the lights...

A question... an answer... and more...

I spoke of the tale to my friend, who listened to the song and cheered with me. Cheered for love conquering all, despite the odds pitched against it; cheered for optimism in a world where it makes no sense to search for the light at the other end of the long, dark, day.

For in the end... don't we all write and dream of and for love?

It's all there is... it's all there ever was...

And herein, below, is my clip, (in exactly 500 words, as we NEVER do it the easy way, do we?) of what, to some, might be the end of the journey, but methinks to Those Who Know, we share the secret that it's only the beginning...




"And for you, sir?" the waiter asked Clark.

"Same," Clark said, handing over menus and gulping water. Napoli was a sweet Italian restaurant in New Amsterdam, made fantastic by its authentic food and chaotic architecture. A series of small, intimate rooms in reds, golds, and blues weaved from the front door to the kitchen. A larger room stood central, for dancing to the live band's tunes.

"You all right?" Daniel asked from where he sat at their table for two.

"I'm great." Clark tried to smile, wiping his hands on the linen napkin.

Daniel tilted his head, dark curls spilling across his forehead and oceanic eyes inquisitively disbelieving. "You hate red wine."

"Time to change?" Clark tried. Daniel touched the lily in one lapel that Clark had given his beloved before they left the townhouse. A sappy gesture for their romantic date planned seemingly on a whim. A regular Thursday, and they were in suits: Clark's gray and Daniel's maroon. They'd driven through the spring night with the top down on the Jag, holding hands. Daniel, so beautiful, sleek, and bemused, and Clark, so nervous, uneasy, anxious.

"But I love the way you are," Daniel murmured, and Clark melted with the gentle brush of fingertips to his wrist.

"I know," Clark choked. He met the eyes of the other lone patron in the tiny space. Paid informant, mysterious stranger, and Clark got a thumbs up.

Ready.

Doubt threatened to win, the whispering fear of a possible negative lingering despite better judgment. Clark drained his glass, trembling, and he adored the concern that made Daniel half-rise. "I'm fine. Just something I need to do. Would love to wait for alcohol, but I think it'd kill me."

Rising tall, Clark swept right, and went down on a knee. "Daniel János Germain." A clarion call of name. "Professor." Quieter, and the music stopped. "Sir." Softest, and Daniel's lips parted. "Before you, I was half the man I could be. With you, I am whole. You saw me, you saved me, and every day you keep your promise to me. I don't want life without you."

"Clark." Daniel gripped chair and table, universes of affection in the single word.

From a pocket, Clark withdrew a box; he opened it. The ring was brushed cobalt titanium, oceanic metallic peace. "I offer love, support, and friendship for now and all time." Clark shook, steadied, and undid tie and shirt, slowly. Around his throat was a simple chain wrought of the same blue steel. For a moment, his voice was lost beneath the tide of Daniel's gasp, but the faith Clark put in the links urged him ever onward. He dropped onto both knees, smiling with his soul. "I offer my truth and myself. I want only to be yours, and for you to be mine. Anything with or for you, Sir, now and forever more."

Clark took Daniel's hand, held the offering above the clasp. "Daniel, you're the love of my life. Will you marry me?"

To Be Continued...



Love, Kelly Wyre

On Mad Teaparties and Naked Cake

Good morning, everyone!

Kelly Wyre, here, and soon to be joined by my co-author, H.J.Raine to post all sorts of fun things from titles to excerpts to extras.

Raine and I write in a world called New Amsterdam: it's like NYC landscape meets Chicago's machine meets Gotham's darkness. Hearts Under Fire came out last July, "The New Deal" was released in November, and we're busily working on short pieces and novels in our cozy little home.

We're very happy to be among such amazing people, and delighted to have the blog for today. We're also hosting the Torquere Press Social Site today, too! Come join us for tea, cake, prompts, and just the right amount of chaos.

Much love and many thanks!
Kelly Wyre & H.J. Raine
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Excerpt from Hearts Under Fire:
Gay? Clark blinked. Of course Clark was gay. The bartender went still for a moment -- a leftover from training that taught him that moving when confused or startled could get one killed. He replayed the conversation, forced the bullshit bits about his eye and the past away from his thoughts, and finally caught up to the rumor business.

Under normal circumstances, Clark thought he might be more upset that somebody got him off his game -- even for a split second or two. But some weird additional heat was mixing in with the desire to get this man alone in a dark room and learn what his skin tasted like.

"Oh? Do you?" Clark said as he leaned back in and brushed his thumb over the back Daniel's right hand. "I've acquired a taste for it myself."

"Have you, now?" Daniel asked. He caught the wandering hand with his left and tried to turn it over. The lightness of Clark's skin against the darkness of Daniel's hand fascinated Clark, and want stirred in Clark's bloodstream and groin like some grinning cat poised over a cornered mouse. Clark hummed and pressed his thumb into Daniel's palm for a light squeeze with a hint of very short nail. Clark relented and let the other man move his hand as he liked.

"I guess I've had a taste for it ever since I remember," Daniel said. He spread Clark's fingers on the bar and traced the life and health lines as if divining things from Clark's skin. "That is part of my trepidation over the wedding. They've never physically beaten me up about it, just tried to get me to date more girls."

Clark found it was harder than it had any right to be for him to follow Daniel's words instead of the trails of fire igniting on Clark's skin. Mentally, he chastised himself for getting so worked up. Then he chastised himself for chastising himself over feeling something good.

Truly, it was one long game of punch-for-punch in Clark's head sometimes.

"'More girls?'" Clark repeated, refusing to look away from Daniel's face. He relaxed his arm and hand with effort. "Implying there were girls to season your taste early on?"

"Mmhm," Daniel hummed, brushing his thumbnail against the Mound of Mars under Clark's thumb. "Beauty is still beauty, as are intelligence and courage. Though I admit that my aunt was just beside herself when I was dating a girl who was graduating summa cum laude."

"I'm sure," Clark agreed, grateful for the new information to distract him from the urge to full-body flinch from the casual touches. Calculating, he rolled his fingers and stroked the underside of Daniel's wrist. "I'm sure they'll all be glad to see you. Sounds like the kind of family that wants you to be happy above all else." Touch, drag, press of fingertip, and Clark's heart beat faster.

Daniel squeezed Clark's hand and released him. "I don't know about happy, but they're always there when I need them. That's a good thing."

Clark watched Daniel grab the beer and empty it with one last, long pull. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, struggling with an internal wrestling match that started when Daniel let go of him. He instantly regretted the loss of contact and chided himself for it. It wasn't sudden, so Clark didn't think he'd offended. But something was off.

"Having that kind of support is rarely a bad thing," Clark commented, trying to sort through the Daniel-flavored consternation.

"Indeed," Daniel said, finishing the sandwich. The furrow was back between Daniel's brows, and Clark shook his head, bemused, before reaching to cover Daniel's entire hand with his own.

Giving an affectionate squeeze, Clark leaned closer, playful again. "You're thinking hard enough to make my head hurt."

Daniel blinked and then laughed, the smile reaching the corners of his eyes. The effect took Clark's breath away.






Story Excerpt from "The New Deal":
Rough denim rubbed against Maxwell Clark's lips, and he mouthed the hardening cock he could feel beneath the fabric. Clark kept his hands behind his back at his lover's instruction, grip digging into the flesh above his elbows. Fingers raked through Clark's hair and tightened in warning. The professor didn't actually say stop, however, and Clark dragged teeth along the thick line straining the front of Daniel Germain's jeans.

Buttons popped and clattered to the floor as Daniel ripped open his dress shirt. "Damnit, Clark, when I asked you to wait for me on your knees, this isn't quite what I had in mind."

Clark chuckled, and Daniel groaned as Clark dug deeper, the jeans growing damp. Daniel tugged again at Clark's hair, twisting just the way Clark liked. "Though I do love your sense of initiative," Daniel murmured, and he let go of Clark to rip apart his cuffs.

"Just keeping myself occupied in full service capacity, Sir," Clark said around a smile, while Daniel impatiently shrugged out of confining work clothes. Clark had lost his shirt, shoes, and socks on the way up the stairs after the dinner that had led to a brief negotiation of the games that would serve as a damned fine dessert. He expected his pants would follow in short order, and impatience swirled beneath the knowledge of protocols to observe and procedures to follow. Daniel didn't like to wander too far from the outlined beating path.

Still, it didn't hurt to hurry some of the details along, and Daniel wasn't exactly complaining. Clark caught the tongue of Daniel's belt between his teeth and yanked it to the side to undo it. Warm hands fell to Clark's shoulders, and Daniel's legs spread for balance. "You do have a talented mouth, love," Daniel said. "Finish and then stand for me."



Wednesday, December 14, 2011

On Sale This Week

This week we have books by Tam Ames, Carole Cummings, M. Durango, Sean Michael, AR Moler, Hayden Thorne, and BA Tortuga on sale at 20% off.

Check them out.

New Releases for December 14

Needing To by BA Tortuga

Boone doesn’t think he’ll find much on his Reno hotel TV, but he’s looking for a little something to brighten his day. Instead of adult entertainment, though, he finds an advertisement for the headlining act at the casino, rock star Gerald High. Boone doesn’t know Gerald High from Adam, but he knows the man behind the stage name: his old high school buddy, Danny.

Lead singer Danny is a mess when Boone forces his way into the penthouse suite, not sure he knows what day it is, or even where he is. He remembers Boone though, the cowboy who got away all those years ago. Can Boone give Danny the merry Christmas he never expected to have?

Find out today!


Daddy, Daddy and Me by Sean Michael

When Jeff agreed to be the sperm donor to his best friend Beth, he never expected a tragedy to leave his newborn and three year old motherless. That's exactly what's happened, though, and it's totally thrown his life into chaos: his lover has left him, his house isn't anywhere near childproof and his boss feels the restaurant has been patient enough with the time off.

Donny has always known he wanted to be in childcare, and he just finished his degree in early childhood education. He didn't count on people being less than thrilled to hire him when they find out that not only is he a male nanny, but a gay one at that. Job hunting has been frustrating to say the least, so when he knocks on Jeff's door and is greeted by the sounds of things breaking and a pair of screaming children, he thinks, just maybe, he can begin this particular interview with a trial by fire.

Becoming the nanny to Jeff's children just might be a dream come true for Danny, and exactly what Jeff needs, but are either one of them ready to really be a family?

Find out today!


Gravity, a Hammer Novel by Sean Michael

It's never easy to run into an ex-lover, especially when the break-up was a bad one. That's exactly what happens to Hunter Barrister one evening at the Hammer, though, and he's more upset over seeing the amazingly beautiful Forrest Greune again than he ever thought he could be. When he finds out that Forrest is not only back in town for good, but wants to join the Hammer Club, board member Hunter balks and refuses to give his consenting vote.

Forrest, a now retired model, isn't the same flighty young thing he was when he and Hunter were together, and he wishes Hunter could just move on. When that doesn't happen, he finds himself amusing himself, elsewhere with disastrous results. Broken and injured, Forrest is surprised to find Hunter the one at his bedside, the one who sticks with him and offers support through everything.

Can Forrest and Hunter put their history behind them and be what they need for each other, or will guilt, fear and the past put an end to the relationship neither of them seem to be able to abandon?

Find out today!



Naughty: Mandatory Fun, a Torquere Menage story by AR Moler

The head of Special Investigative Services, John Benchley, dreads the holiday season. During the autumn of the last two years, he’s lost two friends and fellow agents: one to a senseless robbery and one to the predations of a supernatural being that SIS was created to combat. The last thing he wants to do right now is participate in the mandatory Yuletide interagency bash. In particular, he’d really, really like to avoid an old hook-up, the man-eating Madison Carthage. Gabrielle Dichenz and Evan Garrett, his current lovers, promise him a reward for being a good boy and hanging in there. Sexy grown-up presents are good; love and support are better. John’s Christmas season just might take a turn for the better this year.

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Naughty: The Santa Problem by Tam Ames

Lane would do most anything to make his live-in love Gavin happy, but this is taking things too far. Just because Gavin can’t find someone to play Santa at his office building doesn’t mean it’s Lane’s problem, too. But Gavin can be very persuasive when he wants his way, and Lane may be taking on more than he can handle in order to keep his man content.

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Nice: Christmas Mistletoe by M. Durango

Ben Warren’s year is ending on a down note: he dumped his two-timing boyfriend, got laid off from his job, and moved home with his parents. Not sure what to do next, he spends the Christmas season working at his family’s Christmas Tree lot, a job he thought he’d left behind years before. When Nick Paine, a former high school track buddy, shows up in search of the perfect tree, Ben thinks it’s just another business transaction. Once Nick makes it obvious his interest is more personal, Ben realizes his year might end on a positive note after all.

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Aisling 3 by Carole Cummings

Newfound love might not be enough. Trust holds the possibility of both salvation and damnation.

Circumstances having forced them to seek asylum in Lind, Wil and Dallin are momentarily safe, but find themselves at the center of a convergence they’re not sure they’re strong enough to face. The power of the land and the Mother awaits Wil in the bowels of Lind, but it comes with strings attached. With Dallin's help, Wil must find a way to defeat the soul-eater, save the Father, Her Beloved, and manage to keep his soul in the process.

Through deduction and magic and mutual strength, Dallin and Wil must accept their roles as the Guardian and the Aisling and stand together against a ruthless god in a climactic battle of dreams and wills. The fates of their souls and those of all mortals hang in the balance. But what good is the power of love if the one who needs it doesn't know how to trust?

Aisling: Book Three, Beloved Son, is the third book in the Aisling series. Other titles in the Aisling series include Book One: Guardian, and Book Two: Dream.

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Desmond and Garrick Book 2 by Hayden Thorne

As the vain and self-absorbed poets continue their campaign of destruction via awful verse and catastrophic romantic advice in Dryden Abbey, tutor Garrick finds himself struggling in the classroom, with increasingly distracted and agitated pupils eroding all of his hard work and reducing him to using all things dead and decaying in order to keep Desmond and Lavinia’s minds on their lessons. As if that isn’t enough, his parents embark on a mad countryside ramble, their ultimate destination being Dryden Abbey and a face-to-face meeting with their son’s unholy employers.

Meanwhile, with Phillip Priestley’s unexpected appearance, Desmond’s world slowly unravels as infatuation, lust, confusion, and revulsion drive him into wilder mood swings and an overwhelming desire to play with his father’s antique executioner’s axe. Mr. Sherbourne’s coldly distant yet attractive presence in Dryden Abbey further complicates things, prompting Desmond to do something he never thought he’ll ever do: reach out to unlikely allies for help.

In the midst of the wild goings on around them, Garrick and Desmond will realize that the chasm that separates them as distinct species will not only teach them important lessons on understanding and acceptance, but also forge a stronger bond of friendship than they expected.

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