Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Virtual Book Tour: Shoshanna's Short Shorts

Please welcome author Shoshanna Evers, who is here to talk about her new release, Shoshanna's Short Shorts.  Shoshanna will award a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the greater your chances of winning. To find the other stops on her tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post.

by Shoshanna Evers



If you’re in the mood for a quickie (ahem), you’ll love this collection of eleven sexy short stories from New York Times and USA Today bestselling erotic romance author, Shoshanna Evers —“Queen of the erotic novellas.” (Fandom Fanatic). This collection pulls Evers’ published stories together from nine different anthologies into one volume. Includes a never-before-published story, plus the bestselling Overheated!



Excerpt #3: from Forced Orgasms
Copyright 2015 Shoshanna Evers. All Rights Reserved.

Tonight, he was paying to make his dream a reality, a reality that would last for exactly one hour once his doorbell rang. The escort service called the woman “Genevieve,” although as far as Ivan could tell she seemed more like a Jenny trying to look worth her sticker price.

She seemed very friendly, and calm, although Ivan was looking forward to seeing the desperation on her face he knew the evening would bring. Was that sick? Probably. But she’d love it. At least the first fifteen minutes of it, anyway. His cock hardened, straining against his slacks.

“Jenny,” he said cordially, kissing her cheek.

She didn’t correct him on the name. Maybe he’d been right about her, or maybe she was smart enough not to start off an evening with a client by correcting him. Maybe she’d let him call her whatever he wished.

“Take off your clothes, please,” he said.

Jenny gave him a saucy smile and pulled her expensive dress over her head, leaving a matching black-and-red lace brassiere and thong.

“Beautiful,” he said appreciatively. “But those need to go too.”

“Wow, get right down to business,” she said, laughing. “I’m surprised.”

She sat down on the couch, but he shook his head.

“I have a special chair for you. Why are you surprised?” He nodded over to the corner, to the bondage chair he’d pulled out of the garage and shined with leather cleaner and stainless steel polish. The chair had cost more than she had.

“I was told you weren’t interested in sleeping with your escorts,” Jenny said, eyeing the leather straps attached to the chair and sitting in it anyway.

“No, I’m not,” he replied. It was the truth, after all. “I just want to watch you be pleasured with my vibrator, over and over. Does that sound good to you?”

She laughed. “Sure! I never get to come during these—” Jenny stopped speaking suddenly, as if someone had put the mute switch on her. More likely, she’d remembered a rule the escort service had given her. Ivan imagined it went something like: Don’t complain about other clients. It makes the man you’re with now feel like he’s not the only one, and it makes him wonder if you’re complaining about him to the other men.

“Good. Spread your legs.”

Jenny complied, spreading her thighs wide so that her ankles touched the straps on the bottom of the chair. Ivan made quick work out of restraining her.

“Hands behind your back, gorgeous,” he said, and she obeyed, silent now. He used fuzzy red cuffs to handcuff her wrists. The cuffs looked cute and playful, but their bondage was real.

“I’m going to make you come until you pass out. Does that sound like a good idea?”

She laughed again, and Ivan recognized it for what it was—nerves. “Yes. I’m yours for the next…” she looked up at the large metal clock ticking above the fireplace, “forty-three minutes.”

Ivan stifled a groan of desire. Forty-three minutes. Forty-three minutes to watch her come, and come again, and squirm, and scream. Then beg…and beg. And come again.

The memory of this evening would fulfill all of his masturbatory fantasies for the rest of his life. Which was good, because after this he’d probably be cut off from this particular escort service.

Ivan plugged in the long white vibrator, pressing the thick round head against her. Frowning, he dipped his fingers down and spread her nether lips until the vibrator nestled directly against a tender spot. His fingers came back shiny.

“This turns you on?” he asked, surprised.

“Yes,” she admitted shyly.

He flipped the switch to Low and watched her face, her reaction as the vibrator buzzed to life.

“How’s that feel?”

“Amazing.” She tilted her head back, a look of ecstasy on her face.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories, including The Man Who Holds the Whip (part of the NYT bestselling MAKE ME anthology), I Am Not Your Melody (from the NYT bestselling Cowboy 12-Pack), Beauty & the Beast: an erotic reimagining (from the USA Today bestselling Wicked Hot Reads), The Enslaved Trilogy and The Pulse Trilogy from Simon & Schuster Pocket Star, and the national bestseller, The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride...and Baby.

Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief, originally from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.

The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories.

Shoshanna is also the cofounder of SelfPubBookCovers.com, the largest selection of one-of-a-kind, premade book covers in the world.

Shoshanna is a New York native who now lives with her family and three big dogs in Northern Idaho. She welcomes emails from readers and writers, and loves to interact on Twitter and Facebook.

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Monday, July 27, 2015

Virtual Book Blast: Breeding Stations

Another winner by my good friend and co-author Chris T. Kat!

Author Name:  Chris T. Kat

Book Name: Breeding Stations
Series: Alliances
Book: One

Release Date: July 27, 2015
Spunky commander Berit Turner is known for two things: his huge libido and his lack of a filter—he says what he thinks. Berit sets his mind on being part of the mission to Ligador, to make sure the planet is habitable for humans. He’s ecstatic when his team is assigned to the task force. A delegation of Nadisc, a humanoid alien race, accompanies them, and passion ignites between Berit and their commanding officer, Tom. But Berit is determined that Tom is just another notch on his bedpost, as he doesn’t do relationships.
The excursion to Ligador goes wrong from the beginning, when they discover Ligador has been established as a breeding station by their worst enemy: the Tash’Ba. Dinosaur-like creatures become the team’s worst nightmare, and staying alive is going to take everything they’ve got… and then some.

Pages or Words: 204 pages or about 65,000 words

Categories: M/M Romance, Science Fiction

Excerpt from Chapter One:

After a five-minute standoff with our Nadiscs, I rolled my eyes and squared off in front of them. “Look, I know you have a rule about not giving your name out to anyone, so why don’t we cut it short. You”—I pointed at the woman—”will be R1.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, which I ignored, even though my hands began to perspire. I pointed at the man standing on her left and said, “That’ll make you R2.” I leveled my finger at the remaining one and added, “So you’ll be R3. We should all be able to remember R1, and if we get it wrong when there’s an emergency, we’ll only have to shout for R2 and R3 together and one of you will help us out.”
R2’s eyebrows knitted together very closely, and in the background feet shuffled. Someone cleared his throat. R3 came forward, one step at a time. I could’ve sworn the floor vibrated with every move. All my instincts screamed at me to leg it, but if I’d learned one lesson well, it was not to show fear. Not too much, anyway.
R3’s arm shot out before I had a chance to see it coming. His large hand clasped around my neck and all my hairs stood on end. I kept completely still, waiting for the blow to come.
He gazed at me from dark brown eyes, then lifted his other hand. The atmosphere around us thickened, and my poor confused cock perked up with interest. The Nadisc laid a hand against my cheek, left it there for a while, before he eventually pulled it away.
He pointed at his comrades. “Niyara.”
The Nadisc woman inclined her head.
“This is Xevon. And to make it easier for you and your people, you may call me Tom.”
“Tom?” I blurted. “Don’t you have a fancy name like the others?” The grasp around my neck tightened, and I hastened to add. “Short is cool, though. Really cool.”
“Thought so.”
Tom released my neck, but didn’t step away. Slightly wary, I glanced up at him. He grinned at me, showing a full line of well-tended white humanoid teeth, then beckoned to Niyara and Xevon. They bridged the distances in two long strides and formed a circle around me.
“Um, guys, what’s going on?” I asked, mulling whether I could slip past them or not.
They intertwined their hands and closed the circle around me. Someone—I think it was Carson—muttered something fierce, and a moment later three large bodies crowded me. I opened my mouth to tell them off, or maybe to ask them very politely to back off a little—same difference, really—when an eerie shout resounded through the hangar.
My eyes had to be circular by the time they finished. You could’ve heard a pin drop, it was that silent around us.
Niyara, Xevon, and Tom took one step backward, and I breathed more freely. Niyara smashed her fist against her chest, declaring, “We accept you as our leader on this mission.”
I gaped at her. The Nadisc helped and supported humans, but accepting leadership from a human? They very rarely did. Niyara smiled at me, a genuine smile that showed a prettiness I hadn’t seen before, then she engulfed me in a rib-creaking embrace. I was stumbling to find my footing once she’d set me down when Xevon lifted me off my feet and hugged me too.
He and Niyara turned around and advanced on my crew members, eliciting a few terrified squeaks. I peered at Tom, who showed no inclination of moving.
“What? No hug from you?” I asked.
He held out his broad muscled arms for me, grinning. My mouth went dry and my damn cock pressed heavily against the fabric of my pants. It had to be visible to everyone. For the first time in many years, heat rose into my cheeks. Tom’s grin expanded before he laughed. I stepped into his arms, bracing myself for another painful embrace. Instead, I found myself leaning against a hard chest with equally hard arms around me, fencing me in but without hurting me.
I mumbled into his leather vest, “Do you by chance happen to like blond humans?”
“I do.”
I would’ve screamed hallelujah if Baker’s voice over the loudspeaker hadn’t demanded we get going.

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Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.

Where to find the author:

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain

Tour Dates & Stops: July 27, 2015

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Virtual Book Tour: What No One Else Can Hear

Author Name: Brynn Stein

Book Name: What No One Else Can Hear

Release Date: July 27, 2015
Young Stevie Liston is diagnosed with autism, but is really an overwhelmed empath who mentally called out for help. Jesse McKinnon heard him in a dream from clear across the country, and that dream sent him on a six-year search to find Stevie. Once they meet, they think everything will work out and Jesse will help Stevie cope.

Stevie does improve immensely, but a disgruntled coworker of Jesse's conspires with Stevie's estranged but politically powerful father to keep Stevie and Jesse apart with trumped-up legal charges claiming Jesse sexually abused the boy. Jesse must watch helplessly as Stevie loses all the advances he's made.

If it wasn't for his growing relationship with his coworker Drew Ferguson, Jesse knows he wouldn't have the strength to fight for his rights and Stevie's future. Drew just might be the real thing, but with the very real possibility of serving jail time for a crime he didn't commit, Jesse's hopes for a future with Drew might be doomed

Pages or Words: 220 pages

Categories: Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal

I COULDN’T believe it. I stood in the doorway of a child’s room on the third floor of the Lynneville Center for Children with Autism after having been hastily hired and sent up here. At first I was shocked to see dozens of expertly drawn pictures of me taped up all over the walls. Then I noticed the four worried-looking adults in the room, their attention focused on the bed. In that bed, seemingly catatonic, was the very boy I’d been seeing in my dreams for almost six years.
I had been looking for Stevie all that time, but now that I had found him, I realized that until that moment I’d always had the smallest doubt that he was real—almost a hope that there wasn’t a suffering child who needed me, whom it had taken me so long to find. All my energy for six years had been focused on finding him, yet a niggling doubt had remained … until I stepped through that doorway.
“Stevie,” I whispered. “I finally found you.”

He didn’t move; he only blinked on reflex. He simply lay on the bed, so still, and stared at the ceiling. I knew I could help him. I moved to his side, nudging the doctor out of the way, and touched his hand.
 “Come on, man. Come on back now.” I put my hand on his head, and Stevie immediately turned his head toward me. Though his eyes were still a little unfocused, he had no trouble recognizing me.
“Hi, Bear,” he said and reached out to be hugged, as he always had in my dreams.
It was so natural for Stevie to talk to me and hug me that it didn’t occur to me it might be strange for the staff gathered in Stevie’s room. They were suddenly doing the best imitations of goldfish I had ever seen. The doctor and the other man had comically wide eyes, while the two women looked almost ready to cry from shock or maybe just relief.
The older one, a lady in her forties, seemed to recognize my confusion. She came to stand close to me and said in a hushed voice, “That’s the first time we’ve ever heard him speak.”
He always could, of course.
He spoke to me all the time in my dreams.
He finally let go and looked at me. “Bear, you’re here? You’re really here?” His gaze scanned the room. “Not in the forest?”
“No, buddy.” I laid him back down and rubbed his hand as I spoke. “Not in the forest this time. We’re right here, in your room.”
Stevie yawned and looked exhausted.
“Go to sleep, big guy. I’m working at the center now, so I’ll be waiting for you when you wake up.”
He smiled and was asleep almost immediately.
By that time the staff’s shock had worn off and curiosity had set in with a vengeance. We barely stepped out of Stevie’s room before the never-ending string of questions began.
“Bear?” “Forest?” “Stevie can talk?” The questions bombarded me simultaneously.
We all took seats in the living room area and I set about answering their questions. I was hoping what they had just witnessed would keep them from laughing me out of the room. The story I had to tell them was pretty spectacular.
Dottie, the lady in her forties, started things off by introducing me to the others. Dr. Brown was the physician on staff and had been watching Stevie decline over the last several months with no idea how to help him. Hank and Stacy were the other staff members who had been in Stevie’s room. They, along with Dottie, were support staff for the students who lived here, providing whatever assistance they needed, with supervision and compassion. Other people working on the hall that night wanted to hear as much of the story as possible, so they came and went, working when needed, listening when they could, as did Dottie, Hank, and Stacy.
“I don’t even begin to know where to start asking questions,” Dr. Brown finally admitted.
“The beginning is always nice,” Stacy said.
I smiled and thought Stacy had a good idea, so I told them about my first meeting with Stevie.

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Brynn has always loved to write about strong male characters and their close friendships. When she found the world of m/m fiction, she fell in love. Finally, a way to bring those strong male characters together and let those emotional connections spill over into deeper relationships. Sometimes her characters go through the emotional wringer, but they always have each other.

Where to find the author:

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/brynnstein2

Publisher: Dreamspinner
Cover Artist: Reese Dante

Tour Dates & Stops: July 27, 2015

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Thursday, July 23, 2015

Breaking up with Vampire Diaries is hard to do

Have you ever heard the term hate watching? I first heard it from my daughter Sarah. She was watching Restaurant Stakeout and Mystery Diners on Food Network, shows I cannot stand and which I know she doesn't like either. So why, I asked, are you watching them? "Hate watching", she said, and followed that up with, "Don't hate me, bro."

Hate watching. Finding yourself watching something because you can't help yourself not to do it, even though you ate it. What an excellent term, and how very descriptive of what I've been doing with Vampire Diaries for a while now.

When Vampire Diaries first began, I wasn't interested in watching, but a former friend convinced me
to give it a try, and there just happened to be a marathon going on, so I did just that - and immediately fell in love with Damon Salvatore.

He's handsome and sexy, and he has the most incredible blue eyes. And he's a vampire! What's not to love! I had already started to read the books, which I liked, and I realized immediately that major changes had been mind. Why, I don't know. Because the writers could? I've never understood why you like something, but feel the need to change the source material to something unrecognizable. That generally doesn't end well. It might work for a while, but sooner or later it fails. Look at True Blood and Dexter.

Let me state categorically that I have never liked Nina Dobrev as Elena, and she is a far cry from what the character was meant to be. Having said that, I preferred her to be with Stefan, and far away from Damon. I was not pleased when she left Stefan for Damon. I liked the unencumbered, bad boy, not the love-struck idiot he sometimes was.

One of my favorite scenes shows Damon doing a solo dance which was incredibly sex - right before he killed Vicki. I didn't care for her. Her brother Matt was a better character.

Over the few years I've been watching Vampire Diaries, it has decidedly gone downhill. Elena morphs from dead to vampire to alive in the blink of an eye. Stefan's stint as a Ripper - their term for a homicidal vampire who lives to kill - was ridiculous. What they did with Alaric, and the arc with his wife, was horrible. And Jeremy - I just wanted to kill him most of the time, especially doing his poor poor pitiful me periods. Bonnie.... not the same lovely girl as in the book, and often she was too judgmental for my taste, and although I like Caroline better, she had her moments. I liked when she slept with Klaus, whom I used to hate, but he grew on me. In fact, I like The Originals better than I do Vampire Diaries now. How sad is that?

The whole story arc with that ridiculous Kai (sp?) made me want to throw things at the TV, him and his awful family. And Alaric lost another girlfriend, this one pregnant. Tyler became a hybrid, and then not. Asshole and then... still asshole. Matt the asshole. Jeremy the asshole...

Where will it stop? Good grief. One day, I came to the realization, with the help of Sarah, that my continued watching of this show is ridiculous. After the end of the last season, where Elena goes into a deep slumber for maybe 60 years (although we know that won't happen, somehow she'll be brought back from that), I realized the next season will be filled with self-pitying Damon, and other stupid stuff.

The thought of watching that... well, I just can't do it.

So, although I love you, I'm letting you go. Be happy, Damon. The rest of you, I don't care what happens to you....

Rest in peace, Damon.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #55 (10.4)

Happy Hump Day everyone! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for the Wednesday Briefers! Every week we bring you our best flash fiction, between 500 and 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

This week, Marshall and Lee continue with fun at the pond, having rid themselves of the wicked witch. Or have they? Come see what the boys are up to. Then visit the other Briefers to see what they've been working on! Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #55 (10.4)

Marshall turned toward Lee. He dropped on all fours and crawled across the blanket, swinging his hips in a seductive manner, growling like a cat. He stopped in front of Lee and licked his lips, seeking instructions with his eyes.

“Strip!” Lee commanded brusquely. His voice sent shivers coursing through Marshall.

Marshall gauged there was two ways to go about this. Quickly and efficiently. Or slowly and seductively, prolonging the moment with the promise of paradise to come.

Judging by the gleam in Lee’s eyes, neither one was exactly in a hurry. So seductive and slow became the obvious choice.

Rising to his knees, Marshall locked eyes with Lee. He stretched both arms above his head, then reached one hand behind his back, pulling at his shirt. Ever so slowly, he tugged it up his torso, undulating his hips as he bared his skin, inch by inch. Finally, he pulled his shirt off, swung it over his head a couple of times, then tossed it to the ground.

As he reached for his belt, Lee swooped in, took one of Marshall’s nipples between his teeth and nipped. Marshall’s yelp was surprise mixed with pleasure. Lee sucked the nub into his mouth, sending flames of desire shooting to Marshall’s groin. The sensation only intensified when Lee reached for the other nipple, closing it between his thumb and forefinger in a gentle pinch.

If this was Lee’s idea of punishment, then bring it on!

Just as he thought he was going to explode, Lee pushed himself back and regarded Marshall with a self-satisfied smirk. “Keep stripping,” he instructed.

So that was how he was going to dole out punishment this time—he was going to rev him up, get his motor running,  then put him on hold again. Sneaky bastard he was—and how Marshall loved the way his mind worked.

Well, two could play that game.

He unbuckled his belt and undid the button beneath, then shimmied the zipper down just enough for the head of his cock to peep out. Switching gears, he fell back onto his butt and toed off each boot, followed by his socks.  He teased his zipper down just a little more, even though his cock was more than ready to be freed now. Prolonged pleasure was all the sweeter for having had to wait. He’d learned that from Lee.

Lee never said a word, but Marshall could read his enjoyment in his eyes. He continued to lower the zipper even as he rose to his feet, grinding his hips in a slow, sensual motion.  Finally, he pushed the fabric down his legs so his swollen cock could spring free, then kicked the jeans aside, standing naked before Lee.

“Come over here, boy,” Lee said softly, and Marshall took one step toward him, then another.
Lee wrapped one hand about Marshall’s erection, encompassing his cock and balls, before he took Marshall into his mouth, devouring him to the root. Marshall trembled in Lee’s grasp, his knees threatening to give away before the intensity of the sensations that flooded him at Lee’s touch. He caught himself and firmed his stance as Lee’s tongue circled and explored his aching cock.

Marshall was too close to coming for comfort. He clenched his cheeks, fighting the feeling that threatened to overwhelm him, drawing in deep breaths, until he felt the tension drain away.  At that moment, Lee removed his mouth, to Marshall’s dismay. Lee scooted backward, then gained his feet and began his own sultry strip tease.

Marshall watched in complete fascination as every bit of Lee’s beautiful flesh was revealed, little by little, by the light of their fire. He longed to reach for him, to let his fingers wander over the familiar planes of Lee’s body. But he knew better, knew Lee would give him permission when the time was right. Until then, he just needed to stand still and obey.

Once Lee had shucked all his clothes, he surprised Marshall by pulling him close, their erections rubbing hungrily against one another. What sort of torture had he devised now to keep Marshall panting and wanting more?

“Punishment be damned,” Lee murmured throatily, “I want you too much. Need you so much, always.” He claimed Marshall’s mouth, reigniting the fire inside Marshall. They dropped together to the blanket, by mutual accord, Lee on top, mouths still joined.

Marshall felt a whimper building in his throat. His whole body ached to be filled by Lee, and Lee’s heartfelt words only served to stoke the flames of his desire. This was their life, this was their love, and as far as Marshall was concerned, it was perfect.

As if responding to Marshall’s need, Lee slid inside him in one fluid motion, sheathing himself in Marshall’s heat. Marshall moaned, tightened his muscles about Lee’s cock, receiving a reciprocal moan in return.

Lee continued to surprise Marshall. He’d expected hard and fast, all things considered. But what he got was soft and gentle, and yet utterly satisfying.  Lee caressed Marshall’s cheek, his hair, even as he established the rhythm of their familiar dance, their bodies working in tandem.

“Finger me,” Lee whispered, and Marshall was more than happy to obey. He wetted two fingers in his mouth before sliding his hand down Lee’s back, caressing his firm cheeks, spreading them a little more before inserting first one finger, then the other.

Lee responded with a shudder that vibrated his lean frame. He reached between them, grasped Marshall’s cock, and began to pump it in sync with his thrusts. They locked eyes in this perfect moment. Marshall could gaze into Lee’s eyes forever, lost and yet found in Lee’s heart. He arched his back as he came, Lee’s name on his lips. Moments later, Lee released inside Marshall.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs. Lee repositioned himself to ease his weight on Marshall. He kissed Marshall softly, caressed his cheek. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

to be continued

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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Virtual Book Tour: Claimed by Desire

Character interview
Today we welcome Aeron to the blog to tell us a bit about himself.

1)      What do you find attractive in a man?
I like rugged men. Guys who look like they make a living with their hands.

2)     The first thing that went through your head when you saw Dylan?
Honestly? Wow! That was all that went through my head at first. Closely followed by some pretty filthy thoughts. He was incredibly hot, but also had this really intense charisma. He intimidated me but turned me on at the same time. It was actually a pretty uncomfortable experience in some ways. I wasn’t used to feeling so overwhelmed by a person, certainly not on first meeting them.

3)     Do you think you’ll insist the author visits you again?
I bloody well hope she visits us again. We’ve got more stories to tell.

4)     Before you met Dylan, what was your ideal man?
I had a fair few. Most of them people I would never, ever get to meet. I live in a very small village in the mountains and so didn’t get chance to meet many amazing men in real life. I did have a particular soft spot for Brad Pitt in his Fight Club days.

5)     You’re going out for dinner. What’s your favorite food?

I love all sorts of food. I’d find it hard to pick a favorite. I do like hearty Welsh food, but I also love Asian food, and Italian. I have Italian heritage so love to make and eat good Italian cooking. 

Author Name: Skye Jones

Book Name: Claimed by Desire
Series: Wild Hunters
Book: Two

Release Date: July 27,2015
Dylan Roberts returns to the Wales of his birth a changed man after the violent death of his mate. Having turned his back on being a bounty hunter and sworn off love for life, all he wants now is revenge.
When he meets Aeron Lombardo, his new farmhand, Dylan resents the intense attraction that blossoms between them. But Aeron won’t stop pushing and soon things take a hot and sexy turn.
As passions rise, danger rears its ugly head. Now Dylan and Aeron must choose whether to separate or commit to one another totally. Will Dylan take the final step and claim his new mate?

Pages or Words: 148 pages

Categories: Erotica, Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance

“Turn around.” Dylan’s low voice echoed in the bathroom.
He did as instructed, skin goose bumping in the chill air. Thick fingers touched either side of his torso and gently pressed down into his lower back. “Does it hurt?”
He shook his head.
“Turn back around.”
He faced the front and watched as Dylan moved large hands over his torso, gentle but firm. He pressed a little more on the right hand side. “What about here? Hurt at all?”
“No.” He exhaled a shaky breath. No matter how much he told his dick not to take interest in the proceedings, he became more and more aroused at every touch.
Then Dylan did something so strange it snapped him out of his fog of desire. The man leaned in towards Aeron and sniffed him.
“Jesus.” Aeron took a step back, butting up against the sink behind him. “Did you just smell me?”

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Skye Jones is an erotic romance author who likes to write about that moment when lust and love meet and head on.

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Twitter: @skyejromance
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Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Cover Artist: Liquid Silver Books

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