Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Neu - Mit ihnen verbunden (Bear Mountain auf Deutsch, 1.5)

A little announcement for my German readers...

Mit ihnen verbunden 
(Bear Mountain auf Deutsch, 1.5)

Ohne viel nachzudenken, gab Carson sein Leben in der menschlichen Welt auf, um nach Bear Mountain zu ziehen und bei seinen Gefährten Jared und Royce zu leben. Die Verbindung, die er zu seinen beiden Bären spürte, fühlte sich so mächtig an, dass er sich kopfüber in ein neues Abenteuer stürzte.

Mit der Zeit lässt die starke, sofortige Lust, die sie in diesen ersten Tagen verspürten, etwas nach und das Gewicht einer neuen, aufkeimenden Romanze lastet auf ihren Schultern. Dazu bilden sich Zweifel, die ihre Chance auf eine gemeinsame Zukunft bedrohen.

Sie alle entdecken schnell, dass eine Beziehung von allen Seiten Mühe erfordert und Verpflichtungen nötig sein werden, damit sie nach der Lust ihrer tierischen Verpaarung auch die Liebe finden können, die sie alle von Anfang an für möglich gehalten haben.

Es sei denn, sie werden vorher durch Geheimnisse auseinandergerissen.

Hinweis: Ein homoerotischer Liebesroman für Erwachsene mit explizitem Inhalt. Enthält M/M/M, M-preg. Dieser Band knüpft an Band 1, An zwei Bären gebunden, an und sollte nach diesem gelesen werden.

Die weiteren Bände der Reihe gehen auf die romantische Beziehung anderer Hauptfiguren ein. Zum besseren Verständnis und um die gesamte Geschichte aller Figuren und die übergreifende Handlung zu erfahren, empfiehlt es sich, alle Bände in der Reihenfolge ihres Erscheinens zu lesen.

Länge: 25.300 Wörter

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Sunday Spotlight - Yuki Edo and Sakura Towers

Welcome Yuki Edi back to Sunday Spotlight. She's here to share a bit from her recent re-release -- the Sakura Towers collection. Three books in one, and it's available on Kindle Unlimited!
Sakura Towers is an apartment complex in Tokyo that caters to the needs of young professionals. This series chronicles the lives and loves of many of its residents.
Welcome to Sakura Towers, where fantasies come to life.
Yaoi Dreams
Seto and Kaname have been secret lovers for a year, and Seto knows that Kaname wants them to stop hiding. He loves Kaname, yet he can’t stop worrying about what his family and co-workers will think. What Seto doesn’t know is that his lover has a plan to get everything he wants, and Kaname won’t let anything—not even Seto—stop him from having it all.
Special Delivery
Ryu has been delivering packages to Ichiro for months now, and he’s finally worked up the courage to flirt more openly with the warm and friendly older man. A chance meeting escalates their relationship, and soon Ryu is living out his fantasies of having Ichiro in his arms.
They come from different backgrounds, and their schedules are often in conflict. Ryu worries about these issues, though Ichiro shrugs them off. Can they turn this relationship into more than just sex, or will it only be a short-lived fantasy?
His Roommate
Hiroki’s new roommate is nothing like he expected, yet Dai is everything Hiroki’s ever wanted in a man. But Dai is in denial about who he really is and what he wants in life. Hiroki isn’t sure he has the strength to drag another man out of the closet.
But before long, Hiroki finds himself with more than enough strength to try. One kiss from Dai tells Hiroki the older man has been hiding from his own desires for far too long.

Even though it meant he would get home over an hour later than usual, Ryu still put off his delivery to Ichiro Murakami until the very end of his route. The incredibly handsome older man had been on Ryu’s route before, and Ryu had been very disappointed the day he’d seen moving boxes in Ichiro’s apartment. But then two weeks later he’d discovered that Ichiro had only moved a few blocks away to one of the new penthouses in Sakura Towers, so he was still on Ryu’s delivery route. He’d had a crush on the man for months, and despite the difference in their ages, Ryu had decided he wanted to take the chance and reveal his feelings.
If Ryu had come earlier, Ichiro would’ve still been at work, and then Ryu would’ve had to leave the package at the front desk. Ichiro ordered lots of merchandise online, so Ryu had a package for him at least once, sometimes twice, a week. He’d always tried to be extra friendly and accommodating, but tonight he had plans to be a little flirty. It could get him into trouble, but he couldn’t imagine Ichiro complaining about him. Ichiro’s laid back nature was one of the things Ryu loved about him. He often got through his day by fantasizing about being with Ichiro, imagining what it would be like to finally kiss him.
To hold him down and fuck him senseless.
Ryu sighed as he scanned the package and got out of his truck. He walked up to the building and entered the lobby, nodding to the girl at the desk. “Delivery for Murakami-san.”
She nodded back and then returned to her conversation with the security guard. Coming to the intercom bank, he hit the button for Ichiro’s penthouse. He answered within a few seconds.
“Ryu from Yama Shipping, Murakami-san.”
“Wonderful. Come on up.”
The intercom buzzed, and then one of the elevators to the far right opened for him. He walked over to it and stepped inside, his mind buzzing as he tried to think of conversation starters. Ichiro was always talkative and never tried to get rid of him. They’d once talked for almost five minutes. That wouldn’t be much if they’d met somewhere else, but it showed how warm and open Ichiro was. Ryu smoothed the front of his pants down and tried to push his more carnal thoughts away. He hadn’t gotten laid lately, his fantasies about Ichiro killing his interest in dating anyone else. The door opened, and he crossed the entryway to the penthouse’s real door.
It opened moments after he knocked, and he smiled as he held the electronic signature pad out. “I hope you’re well this evening,” Ryu said.
“I’m all right. Kind of tired.” Ichiro signed and handed the pad back. “How are you?”
“Ready to relax for the evening,” Ryu said. He spied a couple of packages on the table behind Ichiro and saw an opportunity. As he handed the package over, he said, “I’m hurt. Seems you’ve been cheating on me.”
Ichiro blinked, but then he turned and followed Ryu’s gaze. He laughed and said, “Ah, that’s all work. Brought by courier.” He smiled. “I’d never be unfaithful to the one who takes such good care of my packages.”
Hope filled Ryu as he met Ichiro’s gaze. “You work in publishing, then?” One of the packages had been opened, and it seemed to be a stack of identical books.
“I’m marketing director at Kodashi House. Those are for a signing tomorrow. The first twenty in line will get a special edition with bonus content, and we didn’t want them to get mixed up with the other copies, so I’m bringing them myself.”
“That must be fun. I’m a big fan of My Demon, if you don’t find that too hard to believe.” He’d purposely picked a Boys’ Love series he knew Kodashi House published. He hadn’t read the series in a while, but it had been the first to come to mind. He could always buy the more recent volumes and catch up if this sparked Ichiro’s attention.
“Really? The editor of that one lives in this building, actually. Perhaps I could introduce you some day.” Ichiro seemed to be eyeing him more closely now. “I don’t find it hard to believe you like it. It’s an intriguing and well-crafted series. I hate it when people are shamed for what they love reading.”
“I agree with you. Oddly enough, it’s how my mother found out I prefer men. My reading. She was a bit upset at first.” Ryu wondered if that had been a step too far, but he’d wanted to make it known he liked men. He likely wouldn’t get such a natural chance again.
Ichiro chuckled. “There are worse ways. My mother caught me, um … well, let’s just say I wasn’t allowed to have friends sleep over after a certain point.”
Ryu wanted to jump the man right then. The moment was just too perfect. “Wow. My mother would’ve had a heart attack.”
“Mine almost did. Embarrassed my friend so bad he ended our relationship and started dating girls.” He shrugged. “I don’t know how that went for him. He transferred schools the next year.”
“It can be hard to meet people. To avoid being judged here.” Quickly, he added, “Who’s having a signing tomorrow? I’ve never been to one.” He had to work his other job tomorrow as well, but he would have a few breaks during the day. It would be a chance to see Ichiro someplace besides the doorway of his penthouse. He didn’t expect the man to ask him out or anything just because of what they’d been talking about, but it didn’t hurt to try. He gripped the signature pad in both hands, trying to contain his excitement at learning that Ichiro liked men, too.
“Takahiro Kino. It’s a brand new shoujo series that just launched. We’ll be in Nanali Books at lunchtime, eleven to two.”
“Ah, I’ll probably be working all day, but I may be able to swing in.”
Ichiro looked at his watch. “It is late. They really keep you going.” He backed up. “I’ll let you get going so you can get home.”
Ryu wished he’d said something else, something that would’ve kept the conversation flowing, but he didn’t want to push his luck. If he managed his time well, he could stop in for the signing tomorrow. That would have to do—for now. He nodded. “Good night, Murakami-san.”
“Good night.” Ichiro smiled and closed the door.
Ryu sighed and walked back to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he adjusted his pants. Looking down, he rubbed his palm over his erection, willing it to calm down. At least he could hold the bulky signature pad in front of him in the lobby if he had to.
His plan had gone well enough, and he’d learned more about Ichiro than he’d expected. As soon as he was safely back in his truck, he pulled out his phone and went to Nanali Books and a few other bookstores online to sign up to be notified of author events. As marketing director, Ichiro might be at most of them, as he would be tomorrow. New fantasies began to form in Ryu’s mind as he drove back to work and checked in. He couldn’t wait to get home to relieve the ache he was beginning to feel.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Sunday Spotlight - Ezra Dawn and The Cursed Prince

Welcome Ezra Dawn back to Sunday Spotlight. She's sharing a bit from her new release, The Cursed Prince


The Blurb

(This story is a work of fiction. Loosely based on the legends of ‘The devil of the seas’ known as Davey Jones, Davey Jones’ Locker, and the ghost ship known as ‘The Flying Dutchman’)


Davyn Bartholomew Jones was once known as the seventh prince to the Merfolk kingdom Nautilus. After ending up on the wrong side of a certain god during a time when pirates are common, he becomes a cursed prince. Given the nickname Davey, he’s forced to sail the seas for eternity as the captain aboard a ghost ship that’s never allowed to port.


Juraquille Ryu is the last of his kind. Once worshipped as a god among humans he now lives alone in an undersea mountain range near the Bermuda Triangle. He’s waited an eternity for his fated mate, for the chance to rekindle his bloodline, but as the years pass with no sign of the mate he longs for he begins to give up hope.


Davyn hopes fate will bless him with a mate to share the burden of his curse. Juraquille wants to find his mate and start a family. Will fate bless these two with the love they both desperately want and need, or will she turn her back allowing Juraquille’s line to die with him and Davyn to remain forever alone?

(Warning: Contains sexual content, Mpreg, and explicit language. Not recommended for those under the age of 18.)



For hundreds of years, I’ve sailed the seas, ferrying the souls of those lost at sea to the land of the dead. Centuries ago during a period when pirates ruled the seas, I made a mistake. One that cost me greatly. I was seventh in line for the throne of the city of Nautilus when my father held a party at the castle. Everyone was invited, commoners, nobles, even gods. I had a bit too much of the specialty wine brewed by our city’s best vintners and insulted the wrong person when he hit on me.

Instead of simply saying, ‘sorry not interested,’ I was rude and went too far. To this day, I’m not even sure why I said it the way I did since the god in question was stunningly beautiful but wasn’t what I normally go for. The wine destroyed my brain to mouth filter so instead of letting him down gently, I said something along the lines of ‘I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. Not only are you older than dirt but you also aren’t my type.’

At the time, I didn’t know what I’d said had been that bad until the entire room abruptly went silent, as if they were waiting for the god to react. It wasn’t a long wait. His face turned red in embarrassment and his eyes lit with fury. “Won’t touch me with a ten-foot pole, huh? Well, now you’ll never touch anyone who isn’t dead. I, Thanatos, curse you Davyn Bartholomew Jones to a life of eternal servitude. Until I say otherwise, you will sail the seas as captain aboard a ghost ship and ferry the souls of those who’ve died at sea to the land of the dead. You will never be allowed to port, and your ship will have no crew. You will be utterly alone.”

Author Bio

Well Ezra isn't my real name obviously, but I liked the name, so I decided to use it. I live at home with my five dogs and one cat. I started out writing hetero romance novels, but it wasn't where my heart lied. I adore all things paranormal and M/M is by far my favorite genre, so I decided to start writing Paranormal Romances. There's a guaranteed happy ending with each of my books even if it may take some time for my guys to get there. I love each and every character on the page as if they were my own children. It sounds weird but that’s how I feel about them. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember but only started actively pursuing it as a career three years ago, when I stopped working in a salon to pursue writing full time. Since I published my first book in 2014, I have written and released many other books with many more to come. My current list of projects is longer than my arm, so I look forward to writing and creating new stories for my readers to enjoy.

Find Ezra Dawn

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ezra-Dawn/e/B01K2S65AS/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1511404668&sr=8-2-ent

Contact: https://www.ezradawnauthor.com/contact 

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Sunday Spotlight - M.A. Church and Night's Fall

Welcome M.A. Church back to Sunday Spotlight! She's sharing her recent release - Night's Fall.


Things do go bump in the night.

Running from a tragic loss, worrying over a missing brother, and flustered about dreams he can’t explain, Michael James searches for a peaceful place to call home. A quaint little town on the Florida coast promises to be just what he needs to start a new life. 

Then myth clashes with reality, and Michael’s life is upended. Vampires, werewolves, and other magical paranormals prowl the city of Mystic Bay, his new home. 

And not all of them are friendly.

Clayton Night, a seductive, powerful vampire, desires more than Michael’s blood—he wants Michael for eternity. The mighty 
Clay Night has fallen, but can his love keep Michael safe from an enemy seeking revenge? 

As darkness closes in, Michael has a choice to make—a short mortal life or an eternity of love and danger?

Previously published as Darkness Awaits. This book has been revised and expanded considerably from its original version to alter both characters and plot events to enhance the reader’s enjoyment

Michael shivered, scowling at his reluctant shaft. “Come on, come on, come on.” 
Any other time his bladder would’ve been more than happy to oblige him, but since he was in a rush to get back before he missed anything good, the damn thing was being all shy and stuff. Plus, it was freaking cold in there. Why did movie theaters dothat? 
Then the bathroom lights flickered and went out.
Michael, his cock still in his hand, jumped. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Fortunately, there was enough light coming underneath the door so he could see somewhat. Why did this shit always—
The hair stood up on the back of Michael’s neck. Shit!He’d experienced that enough lately to know something bad was about to happen. He needed to get out this bathroom, pronto. 
Before he could stuff his cock back in his jeans, cool fingers wrapped around his shaft as another arm banded across his chest. Fuck no.This couldn’t be happening. No way could this be happening again.
“Now, now. I would advise you not to move, my lovely little human.”
Once more he found himself trapped in a steely embrace. Michael’s heart skipped, then pounded violently. This was like that nightmare—a body was pressed close behind, holding him tightly. Only this time the thing had its hand on his cock. His mind shrieked for him to run, but his feet were stuck to the floor. 
He looked down. A pale hand with black-tipped claws held his dick. Helplessly, Michael shook his head… as if that could wipe away what he was seeing. His breath stuttered in his chest. Fuck if he was going to move. That thing was holding a part of his anatomy he was rather fond of.
Unnaturally cold lips caressed the side of his throat. Revolted, Michael couldn’t stop the whine that climbed up his throat. 
“Time to face facts. This is no dream. Vampires exist, my pretty little human. I am as real as you are.”
He wasn’t dreaming. He knew he wasn’t dreaming, just like he hadn’t been dreaming that night in his condo either. 
“Oh God, oh God.” Michael gawked at the long black claws slowly trailing over his limp dick. “What… what do you want?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” 
A fang brushed his neck, and Michael cringed. 
“I’m tempted to taste you, but no. Not yet. But soon. It won’t be long now, Michael.”
Oh fuck, it knows my name.He’d heard those words before, dammit, but this time they struck fear in his heart. The lights blinked, then came back on. Michael stood at the urinal, staring at his cock. 
“Hey, dude, you okay?”
Michael flinched and jerked his head up. A young guy, maybe a few years younger than him, had entered the restroom and was giving him an odd look. 
Panicked, Michael wildly glanced around. Where was the fucker? The lights were back on and as bright as when he’d entered the restroom. No one stood next to him. The only hand on his cock was his own. He glanced around again. Nope. Still no vampire to be seen—unless the guy stopping next to him was one. For some reason he didn’t think so.
“Huh?” Michael asked, dragging his attention back to the person speaking to him.
The guy nodded toward him. “You sure you’re okay? You’ve been stand there holding yourself and doing nothing for a minute or so.”
Oh good Lord, he had? 
“Do I need to go get help or something?”
Help? Ha! Unless the stranger had a vat of holy water, he didn’t think so. Would that even work?
Speaking of water… a stream of urine suddenly splashed into the urinal. Oh-kay. Nice of his bladder to finally get with the program.

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