Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Capture (The Enforcer's Series #4) Review

Capture (Enforcer’s Series #4)    

Author: Ravon Silvius
Publisher: eXtasy Books
American release date: February 15, 2014
Format/Genre/Length: E-book/M/M Steampunk Romance/175 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

Kenneth and Thorn have been summoned to Arktaine to give their testimony before the council and turn over their prisoner, Marle, who has remained obstinately silent. Thorn is concerned that his words will be regarded less than Kenneth’s and, indeed, they spend far less time questioning him and do not wish to hear all he has to say. Why is the Circle of Ten even present at this hearing?

Kenneth tries to smooth things over, but there is just so much he can do. And when the sentence is given, it’s really a joke, and leaves a bad taste in both their mouths.

At loose ends until they are given a new assignment, they realize they can investigate on their own. And they are not satisfied with how things stand. So they start to poke their noses into places other people think they do not belong, and the unthinkable occurs when Kenneth is captured. Now Thorn must fight to rescue his lover, having no idea where’s he been taken or by whom—and  he can’t trust anyone. Kenneth’s life hangs in the balance, and Thorn is terrified he might actually lose the man he loves.

This is quite an intense addition to this series, as Thorn strives to rescue his captured lover. There is a great deal of development and realizations in this book. We watch Kenneth struggle with things he’s never had to deal with before. His eyes are opened to many things, and they aren’t pleasant. We watch Thorn grow and blossom, as their relationship grows even stronger as they adjust even more to one another, increasing their already tight fit. We also see that magic doesn’t necessarily equate to power, neither does lack of it equate to helplessness.

I am so totally in love with this series and these characters. As long as the author keeps writing them, I’ll keep reading them. This is a great series if you enjoy steampunk and magic, and fighting against all odds to achieve your dreams. But most of all, this is for people who believe in the power of love.

Can’t wait for the next volume, hope it comes out soon.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Guest Blogger: Chris T. Kat

Please welcome my dear friend and fellow author Chris T. Kat, who is here to talk about her newest release,
Secret Energy. It's the sequel to her wonderful Secret Chemistry. Personally, I can't wait to read it. Make yourself at home, Chris, while I get us something to drink.

Shape-shifters: What draws us to them?
Julie, thank you very much for the opportunity to be a guest on your blog. Dreamspinner Press  published my new release, Secret Energy, on August 29th. Secret Energy is a shape-shifter story, and the sequel to Secret Chemistry (http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3520).
Secret Energy is my 12th book (plus one short story in an anthology), and it's my fourth shape-shifter story. In most of my stories, animals play an important role, or the book is set in a fantasy / paranormal world.
Shape-shifting is the ability to physically transform from one form into another. Often it's a human being who can shift into some kind of animal. The shift is usually achieved through the application of magic, divine intervention, or because the human is a mythological creature that inherits the ability to transform.
Some shape-shifter forms are more used than others—for example wolves and dragons—while others don't receive a lot of attention. I like to write unusual shifters, like I did in The Wolf and His Diva, where one of the guys can shift into a red squirrel. :)
In Secret Energy, the characters are wolf-shifters and / or hybrids between wolves and other animals. Now why do these stories attract me so much?

ñ  The idea of experiencing the world through the eyes of an animal appeals to me. The sights and smells must be overwhelming.
ñ  Wolves are attractive because they have a strict hierarchy. Everyone knows their place—which doesn't mean there are no fights—and everyone is responsible for the well-being of the whole pack.
ñ  The idea of a person that might be disabled or sees himself as weak, changes form and become a dangerous predator, sounds great to me. It allows that person to explore a whole different side of their personality.
ñ  How about the possibility of a gender switch? A woman could turn into a male wolf or a man could turn into a female fox. Wouldn't that make for some awesome moments in the book?
ñ  Maybe the shape-shifters have other magical abilities, to which they only have access while in their animal form.

As you can see, there are no limitations for your imagination, and that's what really draws me to this genre. How about you? What appeals to you? What are your criteria to pick up a shape-shifter story?

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When wolf shifter Robin agreed to cover for his older brother Tim and Tim’s lover Jay, he never imagined feeling so stifled. Tim's overprotective attitude suffocates him. Pressure from within—the urge to find his own mate—mounts daily. With a little help from Jay, Robin finally convinces Tim to let him go for a run alone, but he has no inkling that his life will change forever as a result.
Unexpectedly, he finds his mate Peter Brannigan, an old and special soul, and the one shifter who can bring balance to Robin’s life. The new couple spend days together, developing their bond as mates. Yet even as they explore and cement their relationship, crisis looms just ahead when an old enemy of the pack shows up and kills someone Robin loves.

The scent called to Robin, setting something free within him—something unfamiliar and primal in nature. Robin’s mood alternated between exhilarated and scared, the combination and sheer intensity of both feelings troubling him.
Robin stopped near a small creek and carefully stepped inside the stream, the cool water soothing his paws and ankles. He took a few swallows of the clear water while his heartbeat slowed down.
The scent was strong around the creek, but Robin was unable to pinpoint it. After raising his snout high in the air, he inhaled the smell deeply, hoping it would infuse his lungs and from there spread to every part of his body, because whatever it was, it had a highly arousing but also calming effect on him. A long, high-pitched yowl broke free from his throat, announcing his longing.
Robin waited before he swept his gaze around. High pines surrounded the small creek, casting shadows on the water’s surface. The creek flowed slowly and smoothly, only occasionally hindered by rocks strewn in its bed. The water swirled around them, creating small vortices that gurgled.
Would anyone answer his plea? What would he do if someone did? Why was he even expecting someone to answer? It couldn’t be his mate—it just couldn’t—although everything would make sense, then.
No one answered Robin. In fact, he couldn’t even hear the usual cacophony of animal noises, just the water lapping at his feet. Robin pricked his ears, concentrating hard on what he could hear—the purling of the creek, the wind whipping through the treetops, and sometimes branches creaking. His breathing sounded harsh, closer to panting. Something wasn’t right, not at all.
Robin walked over to the other side of the stream, the earlier exhilaration dwindling. He shifted from foot to foot, darting his gaze around. An uncomfortable sense of isolation nestled into his insides. Maybe he should have listened to Tim after all?
Shivering, he stood there, not sure whether he wanted to go on with his search or go back to Tim, Jay, and Walter. Going back meant safety, whereas going after his potential mate—or whatever it was he was following—could mean anything.
Robin tucked his tail between his hind legs. He had never heard of a wolf being afraid of his mate. Wouldn’t that mean the scent didn’t belong to his mate? Or maybe his mate was nuts and he somehow recognized it? Whatever the scent was—or to whomever it belonged—it didn’t smell like a wolf.
What if his mate was female?  How would that work? He had never been into girls. He liked them as friends, but any kind of advances had him running for the hills. Robin was gay, period. No, the scent had to belong to a male wolf.
No, wait. He’d already ruled out another wolf.
The darkness settling around him didn’t help the queasy feeling in his stomach. Whichever direction he turned his head, something moved in the shadows, leaving him vulnerable and scared. The moon remained partially hidden behind the clouds, but even if the sky had been clear, the moonlight wouldn’t have been able to illuminate the forest ground properly. Or at least not in a way Robin wanted.
Suddenly he started. The moon? Oh hell! Shouldn’t he have been back hours ago? Surely Tim was already looking for him. Why hadn’t he realized hours had passed? Had his wolf taken over without him noticing? His father obviously had a point with not wanting Robin to go anywhere alone in his wolf form.
Robin threw his head back and closed his eyes before he howled at the moon, the sound of his voice echoing through the forest, silencing every other animal in his vicinity. This time someone answered him. Robin jumped at the sound of a roar at the other side of the creek.
The roar didn’t sound like a wolf; it was too guttural for that. After his initial jump, Robin stood frozen, shock waves rolling through his entire body.

Chris T. Kat
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.


 Thanks for stopping by, Chris, come back real soon!

Super Book Blast: Silent Partner

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Stan will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Silent Partner is a paranormal mystery, a police procedure novel with a female detective that will remind you of Harry Bosch, a ghost story that suggests what lies beyond death, and a comic look at a tabloid where the “truth” is whatever sells.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Frankie glared at Landry. His neck turned red, but he didn’t say anything.

“How could I live without her? I was addicted to her. Once you had her in your system, you never wanted her to leave. When I was away from her, I thought of her constantly. It wasn’t just the sex. She was the smartest, wittiest woman I’ve ever known. She was the most interesting and exciting woman I’ve ever met. She was also the most manipulative woman I’ve ever met. I hated myself for not throwing her out, but I just couldn’t. Love is a horrible thing, and not the wonderful things poets say.”

“Did she leave a note?” Frankie was trying to develop a timeline.

About the Author:
Stan Schatt grew up in Phoenix, Arizona and now resides in Carlsbad, California. He has written thirty-five books on a wide variety of subjects ranging from fiction to technology. He is co-author of Journey to a Different Dimension, an Amazon bestseller. He also authored Egypt Rising, a YA novel focusing on a teen’s experience in Egypt at the time of the Egyptian revolution of 2011. This novel contains paranormal elements including a secret buried under the Sphinx. The paranormal mystery Silent Partner is Schatt’s latest novel.

He has led several careers including futurist and executive for many of the world’s leading technology market research firms, police department administrator, autopsy assistant, software trainer, Telecommunications Department Chairman, and English professor. He taught at Tokyo University as a Fulbright exchange professor. His non-fiction includes books on such diverse topics as strategies for changing careers for a green industry job, studies of Michael Connelly and Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., network and data communications technology, telecommunications, computer programming.


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Sunday, August 31, 2014

Guest Blogger: LM Brown

Please welcome fellow author LM Brown, who is going to talk about her newest release, Forbidden Waters.

Welcome to Atlantis

Of all the underwater cities lost to us, hidden below the waves, Atlantis, if it ever existed outside of the imagination of Plato, is certainly the most famous. 

Goodness, wouldn't every writer want to make up a place that has lasted in the memories of mankind as long as Atlantis has? 

But I get side-tracked. What if the legend of this enduring continent which sank below the ocean thousands of years ago didn't end there?

For my Mermen & Magic series, I took the idea that Atlantis didn't simply end after the disaster that sank it.  What if the Atlantean gods and goddesses helped their people to survive beneath the ocean?  What if the indigenous mer people and the Atlanteans learned to share their space in the ocean?  An alliance between two vastly different species, both watched over by the Atlantean pantheon, who gave their human followers the ability to survive at great depths and at the same time adopted the mer people as their own.

Two worlds, combined into one centuries before, but now torn apart.

In the present day the Atlanteans are gone from Atlantis and only the mer remain there.  Atlantis is a decaying city protected and hidden by the controlled, but untamed, sea dragons.  It is the only safe haven in the ocean for the mer.

The temples of the gods and goddesses are deserted and the immortals who once watched over them are mostly absent.   No longer worshipped by the Atlanteans and the mer people, their powers are weakened, but are mysteriously growing once again.

In the Atlantis of my new series the city is about to come to life once more.

For as long as there are those searching for the lost continent, for as long as there are writers bringing it to life in fiction, the legend of the lost city of Atlantis never truly dies. 

I hope readers enjoy my take on Atlantis.


To save his clan from ever-increasing shark attacks, merman Kyle seeks sanctuary for his people in the sunken city of Atlantis, even though he knows that as a homosexual merman, he will be sacrificing his own chance for love. Love finds him anyway in the form of Prince Finn, the rebellious young heir to the Atlantean throne.

When their relationship is discovered, Kyle is the one to pay the price. Banished from the oceans, he seeks shelter in England and finds a new love with human, Jake Seabrook.

For Jake, Kyle is the chance to move on from the crush he has on his straight best friend. The strange man he found naked on the beach seems to fit into his life with ease.  If only Kyle weren’t keeping secrets from him, Jake could see them having a future together.

Things are not what they seem for either of the men and when Kyle discovers the truth about Finn, he knows he must return to Atlantis.

Three men, a tangled relationship, and one chance for happiness—if they can trust enough to take it.


Kyle passed Calder his trident back and once he was alone, he started to test the weapons for weight, length and sharpness. He had just picked up his fifth trident when he heard a movement behind him. He spun round on reflex and nearly speared the young prince through the chest.
“That’s some weapon you have there,” the prince said with a grin, as he pushed the trident aside carelessly. Kyle hoped the prince realised how lucky he was the prongs on this particular weapon were blunt. “You insulted me when you left the palace.”
Kyle cringed. “I apologise, Your Highness. This is all very new to me.”
“My name’s Finn.”
Kyle felt a little ignorant at not knowing the name of the prince and heir of Atlantis already. He wondered if he was in trouble for his not entirely unintentional insult.
“You never answered my question, either,” Finn said.
“You didn’t ask me a question.”
Finn rolled his eyes. “Fine, you never clarified just how many of those mer-babies are yours—or whether my guess was right.”
Kyle thought about lying and repeating King Nereus’ reason for not knowing the answer, but he was by nature an honest merman and he decided the truth was probably the best option. If he chose to stay in Atlantis, he would no doubt be caught in the lie anyway. “You guessed correctly,” he admitted.
Finn’s grin widened. “And how many of those pretty mermaids you’ve brought with you to Atlantis have you taken?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” Prince or not, Kyle didn’t want to answer his impertinent question.
Finn moved forward and ran a finger down the centre of Kyle’s chest. “Would you like me to guess how many?”
“Not really.”
Finn learned close, as though he might whisper in his ear, even though they spoke telepathically. “None.”
“Wrong,” Kyle replied with a grin of his own.
“One then,” Finn amended, “before you realised your preference for the males of our species.”
Kyle kept his expression blank as Finn summed up his entire sexual experience with mermaids in one eerily accurate sentence.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” Finn stroked his hand over Kyle’s smooth chest. Most mermen didn’t develop excessive body hair. Although there were a few exceptions, Kyle was with the majority in being smooth skinned. “How many mermen have you taken as a lover?”
The prince was certainly persistent in his questioning. Kyle pushed his hand away irritably. “What do you care if I’ve had relations with a hundred mermen?”
Finn didn’t take a hint and put his hand back where it had been a moment before. “Have you known a hundred?”
Kyle could tell he wasn’t going to get away with evasive answers, so he decided to stick to the truth in the hope Finn would be satisfied and disappear back to his palace before Calder or one of the trainees came in and saw them.
“I’ve taken just one merman as a lover.”
“Is he here in Atlantis?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I’m curious about my competition.” Finn smiled up at him through his flyaway hair. “Is he here?”
“No. He chose to find a new clan where he could love who he wants without censure.”
“Why didn’t you go with him?” Finn appeared genuinely curious.
“I have a duty to my clan to see them safe. That comes before my own selfish desires.”
Finn finally removed his hand from Kyle’s chest and swam back a couple of feet. “There are options if you still desire the touch of a merman here in Atlantis,” Finn said. “If you know where to look.”

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By the time this post goes live Forbidden Waters will also be available at Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and many other online stories. 


L.M. Brown lives in England, in a quaint little village time doesn't seem to have touched. No, wait a minute—that's the retirement biography. Right now, she is in England in a medium sized town no one has ever heard of, so she won't bore you with the details. Keeping her company are numerous sexy men. She just wishes they weren't all inside her head.

L.M. believes there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.

L.M. Brown loves hearing from readers so don't be shy.


Where to find L.M. Brown
Twitter - @LMBrownAuthor

Thanks for stopping by, LM, come back again soon!

Saturday, August 30, 2014

My Sexy Saturday #21:

This week's Sexy Saturday has to do with sci fi romance, so I thought I would bring you a little taste of Taz and Reed. You  may remember them from Be My Alien, which M.A. Church and I wrote together. Now they're back, in Be My Human, coming out with Dreamspinner on October 31. Taz is an alien with some unusual qualities, and Reed is his human lover. Enjoy!

Be My Human

“Reed, when can we get the swing you told me about?” He ran his tongue up the inside of Reed’s thighs, over the lightly haired delicate skin.
Reed thought he might lose it then and there. The very thought of having Taz in a swing stirred his imagination and his libido. But that was in the future, certainly not now. “We can’t. Not yet,” he panted. “I don’t think this ceiling… will hold… oh shit…” Before he’d even finished speaking, Taz had pushed him down into one of the two chairs in the room.
“Want to ride you,” Taz moaned. He turned about and bent over, presenting Reed with his plugged ass. “Pull it out, please. It’s time for you to be inside me, not that…”
It was time, Reed agreed, as he carefully removed the toy. He couldn’t help but think of its expensive counterpart, the overindulgent model that had originally brought them together, and he had to smile. This particular version, while not nearly as costly or sparkly, was perfect for their purposes, and had done its job well, keeping Taz simmering all day long. Of course, to be honest, that wasn’t hard for Reed to do.
“Lube, babe,” he murmured. “We need the lube.” He couldn’t resist lightly slapping that magnificent backside, remembering just how wonderful his lover’s dark place tasted. “Hurry,” he added, not sure how long he could keep himself under control. Taz lunged across the bed, not bothering to walk around it. He yanked out the drawer to the side table, spilling the contents on the carpet. Not taking time to pick anything up, he grabbed the tube of lube, rolled over and returned to Reed’s side, holding it out for his use.
God, but Taz was gorgeous… that was the last coherent thought he had as he teased Taz with the plug, sliding it between his legs and rubbing against his balls, before tossing it aside on the table next to him. He spread the slick, cool lube on his dick, hoping the sudden cold would dampen his need to come, and grasped Taz’s hip with one hand. Oh, Taz would ride all right, but he’d do it this way—facing away from him. Reed wanted to see his dick sliding in and out of that quivering hole.

“Straddle me, Taz.” Reed held his dick as Taz scooted back, his legs on either side of Reed’s. “That’s it, babe. Slide down on that dick.”

Friday, August 29, 2014

Feature & Follow Friday

Question of the Week: Tell us about a book character you’d trade places with.

That's a hard question, and I'm not sure I would do that. If you're familiar with the book and the character, you know everything that will happen, so what kind of a life is that? 

On the other hand, if I trade places with the character, maybe I can change the outcome of whatever happened to him or her.  

So let's think about this. I can trade with Scarlett O'Hara, and keep Rhett Butler's love and quit pining for Ashley Wilkes. I wouldn't mind trading places with Desiree, though, and then I'd be loved by Napoleon (even if he does jilt me) and then get to marry a Marshall of France and later become Queen of Sweden. That sounds really cool. But then, speaking of Napoleon, if I changed places with Betsy Balcombe, from The Last Love, and be a friend to him.

So many choices. I think I'll go with Cardinal Richelieu, of the Three Musketeers and have fun fighting the musketeers and ruling the country of France.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Tease Me Thursday #25: Lust Never Sleeps

It's almost Friday, and not only that, but it's the start of a three day weekend for those in the US - Labor Day! Hooray! What better way to celebrate than sharing some WIPS? Tease Me Thursday is a place for authors to show off their WIPs or their published works - 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.

Today, I'm giving you a taste of Lust Never Sleeps, which I am currently posting both at Literotica and Gay Authors. It's a quirky, dark comedy, with steampunk elements as well as romance. This is the beginning, where Darryl meets Sawyer Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop!

Lust Never Sleeps

“How good is your French accent?”

“I beg your pardon?” Darryl craned his neck, peering around him, but there was no one close enough who could be considered to be within earshot. No one paying the slightest attention. So that settled that. This lunatic must be talking to him.

This rather lovely, albeit strange, lunatic.

“Do you parlez vous Francais? Speak a little frog? Enough to be mistaken for a native? If not a native, someone from Canada maybe?”

The speaker was gorgeous, in a cat-walk drop-dead kind of way. Blond hair, short, slicked back. Dirty blond, actually. With just a trace of stubble around his lips and chin. And cinnamon eyes. The kind of guy that made Darryl’s heart beat faster than a junkie’s on speed.

Darryl hadn’t intended to come to Hannagan’s tonight. He was tired of one night stands. Tired of the same old, same old. Tired of being treated like nothing more than a pretty face, a quick roll in the hay. Tired of people recognizing him for a few sleazy tabloid shots. That was long over and hardly worth remembering. He hadn’t even known who the guy was until he found himself in the backseat of his Mercedes, sucking his cock like no tomorrow. Not till the flash bulbs went off and his name and face were promoted to the front page of every supermarket rag around. He never saw or heard from the stranger again—imagine that.

This guy didn’t seem interested in all of that. Although what he was after, Darryl couldn’t figure out for the life of him. But something inside of him, some little tickle, told him to at least play along. For now.

And now for the link: