Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas!

I want to thank all my readers who've been phenomenal this past year.  I look forward to sharing more stories in 2014.

Merry Christmas!  I hope you all enjoy your day with friends, family, and good cheer. 


Saturday, December 21, 2013

NEW RELEASE!! Betting On His Demon is HERE!

Julian McNamara has been living the high life his gambling career afforded him. When he finds out he’s dying, he’s faced with a stark reality and realizes he isn’t the man he wanted to be. In the heat of the moment, he bargains his soul to a smooth-talking demon who offers him ten more years and luck at the gambling table.

Prince Carreau rules the underworld with an iron fist, keeping the demon hordes at bay and forcing peace amongst the demon realms while biding his time to claim his mate. His cousin Olivier wants war, and uses Julian to tempt Carreau into giving in to the darkness.

Carreau is livid when he realizes his mate has sold his soul to Olivier and realizes he needs to find a way to break the contract—before the temptation of Julian’s flesh causes a war of the ages. 

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Olivier moved back to the table and pulled a container of chips from thin air, setting it on the table. Lights flicked on and another spotlighted the table, bathing it in a halo of light. Another set came on and spotlighted Julian and his predicament. Julian clenched his teeth, more humiliation heaped on him. He closed his eyes to the torment, but that only made the sensations from the cock in his ass more focused.

Julian tried to stop it, but his hips moved involuntarily and a moan escaped his lips. His eyes flashed open, and shame hit in a fresh wave. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t gay.

“Yes, keep telling yourself that, Julian. Maybe you’ll believe it as you’re pumping that cock in and out of your ass shortly,” Olivier called from over his shoulder.

Air wavered beside the table, the space behind it growing blurry. A popping sound echoed through the room, and suddenly a male stood where the blur had been. Not just a man, but the most gorgeous specimen of masculinity Julian had ever laid eyes on. Julian looked his fill, his mouth opening as he perused the male.

Carr stood a few inches taller than Olivier, wearing an ivory tailored suit jacket and slacks. His white button down shirt was opened a few buttons and exposed his smooth, sexy flesh. His skin was deeply tanned, almost golden. It shimmered, a gilded effect that made him appear wrought from gold dust.

His hair was dark chocolate, with soft waves of strands curling around his ears and falling just below the collar of his jacket. Dark brows slashed above his pale eyes and were split by a narrow nose that arrowed down to firm, succulent lips—lips Julian already wanted to taste. He licked his own, wondering how it would feel to be under a male like that. Tall and lean, the man was simply spectacular.

Olivier spun to face Julian, an eyebrow raised. “Yes, Julian, continue to repeat your mantra over and over and over again, as much as you need.”

As soon as Olivier was done, Julian’s gaze drifted back to the specimen of male perfection behind Olivier. Julian was not gay.

But for that man, he might reconsider.

Julian suddenly realized there were two small horns on either side of Carreau’s forehead. Brown in color, they were covered up and blended in with his hair. No bigger than Julian’s thumbs, they were barely noticeable. But they made Julian wake up a little. This was no man he encountered. This was a demon.

And that demon had taken notice of Julian.

The easy unaffectedness Carreau had shown when he arrived dissipated and he changed completely. His shoulders tensed and his body tightened. He was still amazingly handsome, but now there was an air of danger about him that only seemed to ratchet Julian’s desire that much more. Why he would get more tempted was anyone’s guess.

The air itself was fraught with a compelling energy, collected into a ball and filling the room to bursting. Carr’s gaze traveled over Julian’s body. Down to his feet and back up again did Carr’s stare roam, and each second of the perusal made Julian feel hotter and heavier. Heavier because his sac swelled and filled with seed, weighing heftily between his legs.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Just Wrote THE END on Betting On His Demon!

I know I was supposed to write the next Whorehouse title, but I just felt compelled to write this other story which had been flying around in my brain for a couple of months now.  And how happy am I that I did?  The story came out in record time and before the holidays at that!

Betting on His Demon is now complete and sent to the editor.  And whew, is it some hot stuff?  There's also a lot of comedy written into this one, which was a lot of fun.

I'll be taking off a few days to celebrate the holidays and then after Christmas, I'll be back to it and starting The Whorehouse Oracle, as promised.

So look for Betting on His Demon to release soon -- just in time to fill those new e-reader you got for the holiday!

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

NEW RELEASE!! Wynne's Surrender is HERE!

My editor is superwoman!  She got edits done for me in record time, so I am happy to say that Wynne's Surrender is NOW ON SALE!

About time, right?

Links, blurb, and excerpt are below -- hope you love this story!
Wynne Cotton is sent to the outer reaches of space, running from his past. Soon he learns it’s still not far enough. On a rescue mission to Alpha S, he concocts a plan to lose himself on the planet’s surface, not knowing the ship will crash and all his crewmen will suffer the same fate.

Once there, Wynne is claimed by a trio of Shadows, inhabitants of the planet’s circumference. The males are intent on keeping the sexy science officer to themselves, no matter how much Wynne tries to push them away.

When a fifth member to their quad emerges, Wynne knows it could help bring them together or rip them apart. The bad part is, Wynne still isn’t sure which outcome he’d prefer.

Wynne knelt at his masters’ feet at the ceremony, even though he didn’t want to be there. Tegau’s demand only further angered Wynne, but he didn’t want to argue anymore. He’d get his equipment one way or another and find a way off world. He wouldn’t remain here with a male unwilling to open himself up. Once the ceremony was over, they would go back and Wynne would find sanctuary in the empty room upstairs, away from the three of them. Carro and A’kota had done nothing, but Wynne just wanted time alone, something he’d had precious little of for weeks now.

The crowd swelled around the large stage, all waiting to witness the multiple claimings planned to take place that night. Wynne stood at the edge, his gaze drifting off toward the other side of the crowd. The heated glances of a male across the way garnered his attention and now that he looked the alien’s way, the male’s stare had him pinned. The large male’s roaming inspection made him feel as if the alien’s hands were upon him, caressing his flesh. Heat flooded his body and his cock thickened between his legs.

It was Mar, the lonely eyed alien who’d watched them so intently.
Wynne felt a tug at his collar. He looked up at A’kota, who gazed down lovingly at him. “What has you so entranced, hafchan?”

Wynne looked back across the crowd, but he couldn’t see the male any longer. He supposed it was for the best. “Nothing, Master. I thought I saw something, but my eyes played tricks on me.”

Tegau rounded Wynne and stared down at Wynne’s hard cock. Tegau clasped Wynne’s shaft and stroked it languidly. “Perhaps your excitement for the claiming tonight has you ready to go up on the stage again.”

Anger surged through Wynne at Tegau’s words. “If it’s what you wish, Tegau.” Wynne thought again of Mar, his chest aching at the loneliness he saw in the male. Even surrounded by his bastela, Wynne felt lonely, too. The idea of Mar watching Wynne be claimed publicly again only made his cock stiffen further. Or it could’ve just been the sensation of Tegau’s lazy hand running up and down the length?
Wynne willed his body to stop reacting to Tegau’s caresses, but it was pointless. Even angry, he still wanted the alien.

“Another public show with our hafchan may be smart,” Carro stated firmly. “The hafchan was staring at Mar, who stared at our male with interest. Mar needs to know he cannot have what is ours.”

“Is that true, hafchan?” Tegau asked. “Did seeing his interest excite you?”

Wynne swallowed, unsure how he should answer. After the day they’d had, Wynne wasn’t prepared for more arguments with Tegau. “You know I have submitted to the bastela.”

Tegau smiled, but the sentiment didn’t go to his eyes. He tightened his grip on Wynne’s cock slightly. “That doesn’t answer my question, slave.”

Wynne lowered his chin and avoided Tegau’s stare. “I’m sorry, Master.”

Tegau leaned in and kissed Wynne gently on the lips and drew back only slightly. His hand on Wynne’s cock quickened, the tempo making Wynne moan. “Did you like Mar staring at you?”

Perhaps a little honesty would rock Tegau’s foundation a little and clear his mind. Wynne had liked the alien looking at him, so why not own it. “Yes.”

Tegau leaned back and smiled, but the smile soon faded. “Do you want him?”

“I can’t … answer that,” Wynne said softly, grimacing from the pleasure-pain Tegau was causing with his hand. The strokes had become harder, rougher, and Wynne tried to ignore the lustful sensations running through his body.

“It’s a simple question. Do you want him?” Tegau asked lowly. He stopped his motions, but didn’t release Wynne’s cock.

Wynne’s anger got the better of him. “I’ve never spoken to him, only witnessed Mar from across a wide space. I can’t tell you I want him if I’ve never truly met him.”

Tegau smiled and continued to give Wynne a hand job in front of the village. Wynne noticed many stares on him, shame filling him again at the public display. This time, he wasn’t lost in the bliss of a frenzied fucking. Now, it was blatantly obvious when the village stared. As he took note around him, he once again saw Mar in the crowd, his observation making heat bloom in Wynne’s chest. Wynne stood straighter, lifting his chin as his gaze caught Mar’s and held it.

“Mar returns. He is closer now. He watches you, Tegau,” Carro said on a growl.

Tegau looked over his shoulder. “Let him watch me pleasure our hafchan. He has no bastela, so he is jealous of what we have.”

Carro sighed. “That’s rather cold, isn’t it?”

Wynne was curious about the exchange between the two. His gaze had never left Mar’s, his hips pumping into Tegau’s hand as the male pleasured him. Shock filled Wynne, staring at a male while another pleasured him in a public place. What had happened to him in the short time he’d been on this world? The Shadows might not think anything of public sexual encounters, but Wynne still struggled.

 Yet, he couldn’t take his sights off Mar.

Mar lowered a hand to the hard lump in his leather pants and stroked himself as he watched Wynne.

“There is a law which states a bastela can accept another, if the other has lost his blood brothers,” A’kota said softly. “If it pleased our hafchan, we could bring him into our number.”

Wynne’s body trembled and he came with a violent cry, the thought of his bastela bringing on a fifth male overwhelming his body. 

You'll also enjoy the first chapter of April Andrews' debut novella at the end of Wynne's Surrender.
What's next on the agenda?  The plan was to dive right into The Whorehouse Oracle, but another story screamed for me to write it.  I just started today and it's nearly halfway done already!  I hope to have it completed at the end of the week and ready for you sometime around Christmas.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Just Wrote THE END on Wynne's Surrender!!


Wynne's Surrender is DONE.  I've written THE END!  I've emailed it to my editor.  And I breathe a sigh of relief.

The story had gone off the rails at some point and I was so unhappy with the way it was.  I went into deep edits this weekend and cut, added, rearranged a bit, and added some more.  Finally, I think it's the story it needs to be and it is actually pretty damned good, if I can toot my own horn a little.

Ahhhhhhh!!  I am so glad I finally made it!

Tomorrow I'll be back on the job to get the Oracle's tale started and HOPEFULLY, I can get that done and out by the end of the month.  I've really been working hard to get you guys two stories per month, but holidays and other projects have gotten in the way these last couple of months.  I really need to get a better pace going for the start of 2014 -- I have some awesome stuff coming up and I can't wait for you all to get a taste of it.

Friday, December 13, 2013

April Andrews - TAKEN BY TWO - New Release

My friend April Andrews has jumped on board the Twisted Erotica Publishing ship and sets forth today with her very first release!

Taken by Two is some hot, hot MMM ménage.  I was lucky enough to already read this one and it's quite different -- in a great way.  Hunger Games meets Alien Abduction meets Gay Erotica -- it's an interesting world she's built.  So definitely go take a look and see if it's up your alley.

And that cover - oh my! a devastated Earth where water is scarce and food even scarcer, the only choice for some is to leave the safety of The Cube and search through the old ruins. But leaving The Cube in the dead of winter also carries the risk of being taken by the mysterious visitors. No one knows who these strange males are, only that they come from nearby worlds and simply take any man who crosses their path.

Jaeger knows the risks of venturing outside, but when his turn comes he has no choice, and when the visitors find him he can’t fight them off. Taken aboard their craft, Jaeger is not sure what to expect, so when he is told that he now belongs to the two men who have captured him he vows to resist.

But, these males are like nothing Jaeger has ever known, and before long he finds himself falling under their spell. Can Jaeger come to accept the men who insist he is their given mate? And if he does, will he be able to save more than just himself, will he be able to save his people too?

Slowly, almost as if they wanted him to see every little movement, Van took Lanth into his arms…and then he kissed him. Jaeger clenched his fists, scarcely able to believe what he was seeing. It was almost like the visitors had forgotten they had a prisoner mere meters away from them, because the two men kissed each other with a burning passion, their lips moving in tandem, their bodies dancing.

Lanth reached down between them and palmed Van’s cock. Jaeger knew that the alien had a cock because it was jutting out forcibly from his pants.


Jaeger shook his head, trying to deny the scene in front of him…no, he shook it because he wanted to deny the effect their embrace was having on him. He shifted position and tried to clear his thoughts, but it was not working.

Lanth and Van, his alien captors, were doing what Jaeger had fantasized about for so long. Alone in his bunk in the mines, listening to the muffled cries of pleasure as his friends and co-workers pleasured themselves, Jaeger had, in his very darkest fantasies, wanted to be the one to pleasure them.

He had closed his eyes, imagining taking a cock into his hand. Running his fingers along the velvety steel. Taking it into his mouth, suckling the cum from it…worse…he had imagined so much worse….

He swallowed nervously and edged towards the door that he could see off to the side of the metal contraption. Maybe he could find a way off the ship. Get back to his home. Finish his mission. But the moment he moved his captors seemed to sense it. They broke apart and feasted their gazes on him.


“Come here,” Van demanded.

Jaeger shook his head, wild thoughts tumbling through his mind. “You need to let me go.”

Lanth stepped forward, and before Jaeger could guess what he planned, he pulled him into his arms. Jaeger gasped and pushed against the other man, moving his arm, planning to punch him as hard as he could.

If he had to fight to get out of this so be it! But Van must have realized what Jaeger intended, because he came around the two of them and pressed his body against Jaeger’s back.

Jaeger stilled the moment he felt Van’s cock pressing against his ass.

“That’s right, little human,” Lanth murmured. “Be still now.”

“What do you want?” Jaeger demanded. “What is this?”

Lanth smiled and just like Van had to him, he ran a finger along Jaeger’s jaw. Jaeger shuddered from the contact, unsure what to make of it.

“Your skin is so soft,” Lanth whispered. “We knew it would be.”

“Why do you keep saying things like you know me?” Jaeger demanded.

Van leaned forward so that his mouth was next to Jaeger’s ear. He bent slightly to whisper and his cool breath, feathering across Jaeger’s skin, felt strange in the extreme. It created little tingles that ran down his neck and along his belly.

“We do know you,” Van said. “Just as you will come to know us.” Jaeger gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the feelings flooding his body. Feelings he had only imagined in his most private moments. “Why are you here?” he said, his voice far shakier than he would have liked.

Van whispered again. “We are here for you, Jaeger.”


Lanth bent his head and captured Jaeger’s mouth. He took without asking, without giving Jaeger a chance to pull back. In truth, Jaeger was so shocked he didn’t even think to. He simply fell under the onslaught, his brain processing what was happening almost as if from a distance. On one hand he felt like he should be doing something, pushing the aliens away, making them stop. But on the other…the kiss was exquisite, exactly as Jaeger had imagined a man’s kiss might be. Forceful and demanding, yet tender and loving.

Jaeger’s head spun. He tried to hold on to the reality of the situation, the fact he had been abducted by visitors—the very things his people were so afraid of—the fact that he had not completed his mission. He tried to hold on to it all, but it was almost like he was being drugged. As the kiss deepened he could think of nothing but the feel of Lanth’s mouth against his, the forceful pressure of his lips, the sweep of his tongue.

When Van reached around and palmed Jaeger’s cock he felt himself groan into Lanth’s mouth. There was no denying it now. He was stiff, his prick making it clear exactly how he felt about the situation. He sagged slightly in Lanth’s embrace, allowing the feelings the two aliens created to run through him. Jaeger was abruptly and painfully aroused. His cock throbbed as Van palmed it, his fingers moving over the length.

“Your cock is perfect, human,” Van whispered. “Perfect.”

Lanth pulled back the moment Van spoke, his eyes blazing, and nodded. Next thing Jaeger knew Lanth was pushing him against the wall, holding him in place. The desperate arousal Jaeger had felt only moments ago disappeared to be replaced by panic.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

Van fell to his knees and unzipped Jaeger’s pants. He shook his head quickly, unable to believe what was about to happen, but Van took no notice. He pushed the material apart until Jaeger’s cock sprang free. Jaeger—almost in horror—looked down to see himself stiff and jutting forward towards Van’s mouth. 

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Thursday, December 12, 2013

Coming Soon - Wynne's Surrender

I'm nearing the end of Wynne's story - perhaps one more day and then it'll be sent off to the editor. 

This story didn't come out anywhere like I imagined it.  But that's character driven storylines -- you can plot all you want, but then your characters say, nope, I'm not doing this, I'm doing this, you let them go and do it.  And then your whole manuscript is turned on its ass.

I had this really intense sex scene ready for this book.  Didn't work for the storyline.  So it will have to go into another tale down the road. And believe me, this hot little scene is going somewhere.

Trust me.

Okay, back to the words.  I'm determined to get this thing DONE!

Friday, December 6, 2013

Hey Santa!

Saw this on the internet and noticed one of the models appearing on one of my covers was in this.  Yum -- and how could I not share?  See if you can spot him and hope you enjoy the sights!

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Writing Update Early December 2013

After taking a glorious Thanksgiving break to spend time with my family, I've been hard at work on Wynne's Surrender.  I hope you all had a wonderful holiday if you celebrated.  Wynne's story should hopefully done by week's end.  I've had to shift the storyline a bit, I like to plot, but can also be a terrible pantser and go into different directions which sometimes get me in trouble.  We'll see where we end up with Wynne soon enough.

Once done, The Whorehouse Oracle is on deck.

Then I have two new stand-alone titles I've had on the back burner.  I'd like to get at least one of them completed before writing the final Quads of Alpha S story.  The forth and final will be Peterson's story.  Adrian is going to have a lou-lou of a tale.

And then...maybe some lions.  Or bears.  Who knows?

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