New Cover Art

Hi everyone,

Today, I got the cover art for Richard’s story. The second book in my Unlikely love series at Evernight Publishing.

What do you think?



Why not check out, Blackmailed by the Beast?

Unlikely Love, 1

Wayne Brown is ruthless when it comes to business, and with a nickname of “The Beast”, no one dares to challenge him. What he wants he gets.

Lily Jones is sweet innocence and despises men like Wayne. But the Jones family is desperate, and he offers them a solution to their problems. Only he wants something in return…Lily. She either marries him or her family answers to the debt collectors. With no choice left, she agrees and begins life as his wife.

Through his seduction and touch, Lily’s body betrays her, and as time passes, so does her heart. But how can she fall in love with a man who blackmails to get what he wants?

Be Warned: forced seduction

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Guest: Cari Silverwood

Blurb for 31 Flavors – a contemporary BDSM romance, based on a true story:
There are some things in life you have to try before you know how they will affect you. After 5 years of awful sex, I was ready. Bondage and spanking had always featured in my fantasies, and one day, I convinced my husband to try them. That day was a turning point.
Ice cream comes in many flavors and that’s us too — not vanilla, maybe not Rocky Road either. We can be a combination or make up our own and no one has the right to judge us.
But there will always be one question that tears at my soul: Will my husband, Nick, ever be happy with what I crave?


His body is heavy on mine, pushing me into the floor. The carpet is soft against my cheek.
There’s laughter in his voice when he says, “Did you say ‘lady parts’?”
“A few minutes ago, did you refer to your pussy as lady parts?”
He’s bringing this up now? “Yeah, I guess.” He shoves his hand under my body and finds my clit. His finger lightly strokes it. “Ahh!” I dissolve into the floor.
“You can do better than lady parts. We’re getting down and dirty now. Say a dirty word for it.”
Mmm. Is he talking? Why is he talking?
Abruptly, he stops moving and holds his finger on the tip of my clit. “Say it.”
Sweat beads on my brow. “Say, what? The p-word?”
He removes his hand. “Then I’ll stop right now.”
I snort. “You can’t. I know you.”
“Do you really want to test me?”
Do I? One thing about Nick – he means what he says. And he doesn’t threaten idly. My lower body wants more. I ache and try to wriggle my crotch into the carpet though his weight means I can’t do much. My heart beats a smidgeon faster when I feel his erection pressing along the divide of my backside. I sigh. “No.”
“Then say it.” His hand strokes down my side and across my ass. My eyes drift shut as my muscles relax under his warm hand. “The dreaded p-word. What do you think will happen? God will smite you?”
“Haven’t you heard, every time you say the p-word, a fairy dies?”
“Say it,” he growls. He lowers his mouth to my ear and bites it.
The jolt of pain makes me blurt, “Pussy.” Then the word and the bite somehow intertwine and run a streak of warmth straight down to my…yes, my pussy.
“Good.” He shoves my thighs open and finds my slick center with his hand, cruises along, his finger just a tiny thrust away from entering. “And what do you want me to do to it?”
His fingers circle my clit, slipping in my moisture and spreading it…around and around. This is so not fair. The answer slips through my lips, “Fuck it.”
He gasps in mock horror. “Dirty girl!”

Friday Teaser: Tory Michaels

Blood Rage by Tory Michaels


For eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived in relative peace together. The peace is threatened when three bodies turn up less than a mile from the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs in Tampa, all bearing the signature of vampires who once terrorized Europe.
The Bureau’s chief liaison to the vampires, Dara MacKechnie, learns that the Tampa victims are not alone when her ex-lover, and head of the vampire’s Great Council, Anthony Caldwell comes calling.

The pair discovers the lie that separated them two centuries ago only banked their passion, not extinguished it.

Dara must decide whether she can trust Anthony with her heart a second time as they try to head off the war that threatens all they hold dear.


Lead up: They were lovers long ago, but in the intervening years, Dara was brutally attacked and hideously scarred. Anthony hasn’t seen her naked since then, and she’s convinced he won’t want her once he sees the extent of the damage.


Her throat closed over, and she shook her head. I can’t do this. Not with him.
“Now, Athdara.” His tone sounded calm, patient, but left no doubt in her mind that he meant the words as a command. “It won’t get any easier if I have to chase you down, and I will if you make me.”
Dara gathered all the calm Xanthea had worked with her so long to achieve, shoved her doubts down, and forced herself to turn with her arms at her side to not hide anything.
His breath caught in his throat, but he said nothing. Dark eyes trailed over her torso, along the quadruple line of claw marks that ripped her from right shoulder to left hip, overlaid with a mishmash of knife cuts and claw gouges that left no more than an inch of undisturbed flesh anywhere over her chest and abdomen. The scars continued down her legs and even, though Anthony wouldn’t see them, onto the bottom of her feet.
“You are exquisite, Athdara Genevieve,” he said in reverent tones. Her gaze, centered on the plush carpet at his feet, shot up in disbelief. “How could you ever doubt that?”
Dara found she couldn’t move, couldn’t look away, not even when tears brimmed and blurred her vision. “You, you don’t mean that.”
Irritation flashed, and he tapped her nose in warning. “I don’t lie, and I don’t like your repeated belief that I would. Much as I do dislike basic demonstrations,” he growled before, in a blur of movement, he dragged her against him, and the hard ridge that pressed into her belly left little room for argument on the subject. “Unless you think I can somehow falsify that particular reaction, I suggest you withdraw the suggestion that I might lie.”
With the evidence of his words digging into her stomach, that would be impossible. He’d trapped her wrists in the small of her back and held her in an implacable grip. In strangled tones, she said, “Consider it withdrawn.”
The harsh look of insult faded from his face, replaced by a more thoughtful one as he studied her. “You never look at yourself in the mirror, do you, Athdara?”
A subtle attempt to twist free resulted only in a slight frown, and she nodded. “Of course. It’s hard to miss seeing myself after a shower.”
“I wonder,” he said slowly, considering. “You look, but do you see?” She stumbled as he released one hand and used the other to tow her into the bathroom, planting her squarely in front of the mirror. “Look now.”
Her lips tightened, and she shook her head until her hair fell loosely over her chest. The silken tresses tickled her sensitive flesh.
She squeaked in surprise when his palm slapped against her bare backside. It didn’t hurt, but it startled her, coming with no warning as it did. Yet she felt no outrage, only the illicit excitement from the silent warning that she didn’t want to admit, even to herself. “Look in the mirror, and tell me what you see.”
Dara hadn’t spared herself more than the most cursory glance in the mirror since the night Xanthea had let her see exactly what the monsters had done to her, in all its vivid horror, and she didn’t want to look now. The sight of the scarlet stripes across her flesh still haunted her dreams, though she knew intellectually that the marks were long faded.
With reluctance, she lifted her eyes to the mirror and stared at herself. It wasn’t a particularly attractive sight, a chubby, short woman with a gorgeous, long and lanky man. What an obscene mix. He deserved someone like Chris or Verissa.
“I see a dumpy little redhead and a golden ass standing behind her.”
Anthony’s mouth twitched, but no chuckle escaped. “Do you want to know what I see?” One arm swept around her waist, and he rested his chin on her shoulder, dark brown eyes meeting emerald in the surface. He didn’t wait for her response. “I see a woman forever caught in the prime of life, so perfect that none of those stick-figures that model for the lingerie companies can hope to compare to, no matter the implants and hair extensions they purchase.”
Warmth infused her blood as she found herself unable to look away from his face in the mirror while he spoke.
His eyes never left hers as he continued, deep voice caressing her ears as his long fingers circled the tips of her nipples, teasing them until they tightened into taut peaks. “I see breasts that were made for my hands. Not too big, not too little. Just right.”
Dara’s womb tightened, and moisture gathered between her thighs. “Anthony.”
“Shhhh, pet. You said your piece; now I will say mine. We will never mince words, you and I.”
Still his eyes held hers in the glass. She watched, enthralled by the low tones and soothing touch as he traced along the ridge of one of the delicate lines left by one of the monsters from the underside of her right breast until it ended, just below her collarbone.
“Your hair reminds me of the sun as it rises just before a storm at sea, promises of the fire that you make me burn with. An emperor would give his kingdom for emeralds the color of your eyes. And yet those eyes look at me when we are in bed together, and I thank whatever gods you may believe in that it’s me with you, and not some other man.”

Naughty Nights Press

Have you heard about the new book out by John Simpson through Naughty Nights Press?

It is called Pain and Revenge and it is the type of book that will have you holding your breath for what happens next. Cheering for the good guy and booing the bad guy. It will make your knees go weak with the blatant eroticism used.

Pain and Revenge is a Gay Male Erotica, BDSM, Thriller/Suspense story that is written with depth and insightfulness that will have the reader enthralled.


Rookie CIA agent James Elliot is sent to his first assignment in London, where he finds out that not only does the CIA know that he’s gay, but that he’s been brought in on an assignment precisely for that reason. James is thrown into a situation where he must seduce a Russian GRU Agent and find out what he’s doing in England.

Warning: male/male forced sex scene that is intricate to the plot. Also spankings are the sadistic Russians specialty and the question is, “Can James Elliot hold out to finish the job?” The novella reaches a satisfactory conclusion as the answer to the question.Buy Links:


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Excerpt from PAIN AND REVENGE by John Simpson

I was just about to begin to fill him in on his assignment, shall I proceed?” Severs asked.

“Yes, by all means.”

A photograph took up the entire screen at the other end of the table.

“This is Gregor Malakoff. He’s just been brought in to the Russian Embassy as a “general trade,” mission member but his real job is GRU, or the Glavnoye Razvedyvatel’noye Upravleniye, also known as Russian military intelligence. As you know, the GRU is Russia’s largest intelligence agency, which also controls their “Spetsnaz,” or Special Forces.

Here’s what we have on him personally: He is 5’11, 190 pounds of solid muscle. He works out four times a week and is deadly when it comes to martial arts. Brown hair, blue eyes. One more thing, he’s gay. He has a preference for males of a slighter build, blond hair, blue eyes, on the submissive side, shorter or as tall as him but no taller, and between 145 pounds and 200. Oh, and he likes his men hung and preferably into leather type bedroom activities.”

“And you’re telling me all this detail, why?”

“Elliot, we know as the agency knows, that you are gay. You have blond hair, blue eyes, are 5’10, 185, fairly well built. The only thing the agency doesn’t know is if you’re hung or not. Are you?”

“Am I what? Hung? Are you kidding me? You want me to go after this Malakoff sexually?”

“Are you hung?”

“Yes damnit! What if I weren’t? Would that exclude me from this madness?”

“No, you would just have to try harder in other areas. Sorry to get so personal James really I am. However, it’s vital that you become a honey pot for this man.”

“A what?”

“It’s an old expression in the spy business. Both sides would use good-looking women who were agents to get next to their targets and suck information out of them as it were. This is the same principle using the male gender.”

“Yeah, I understand. Only it won’t be just information that I’ll be forced to suck out of this dude.”

“It’s for the flag James, the women had to do the same thing and more.”

“Why is this guy so important?”

“We need to find out why the GRU has sent a man here to London of all places. It’s not the usual location for this type of agent. Your job is to find out how long he’s going to be here, and why. You’ll wanna get invited back to his flat since he doesn’t stay at the Embassy, and find out what he has there. Your cover will be what it is. You’re an accountant for an American company that imports both English and Scottish products to the states. It’s all in your briefing file, including the bars this guy likes to hang out in.”

“You’ll be given the latest in listening devices so that we should be able to monitor you wherever you go and whatever you do.”

“Wonderful. You said he was into leather stuff, like what?” James asked.

“He likes to frequent bars that engage in spanking and whips. London has about five such bars and he has his favorites.”

“Oh my God! You mean to tell me that since I’m supposed to be submissive that this guy is going to be beating my ass on top of everything else?”

“It may come to that, yes I’m afraid.”

“You’re afraid? It won’t be your ass or back that feels the beating. Damn!”


About John Simpson:

John Simpson is a Vietnam Era Veteran, former Police Officer of the Year, a Federal Agent, a Federal Magistrate, an armed bodyguard to Saudi Royalty, a senior Federal Government executive and recipient of awards from the Vice President of the United States and the Secretary of Treasury.


John feels that for too long fiction writers neglected gay men. John writes entertaining, enjoyable, and enthralling fiction centered on the lives and lifestyles of gay men. John allows his readers to see life through gay mens’ eyes. And just like real life, John’s characters have active and exciting sex lives. John calls on his broad personal and professional experience in writing gay erotica. John is author of numerous full length novels available through Dreamspinner Press, TeB and Naughty Nights Press and several short stories in Alyson Books anthologies. Additionally, John has just signed on with Silver Publishing who will be putting out short stories and novellas. John has written magazine articles for gay and straight audiences alike.


John lives with his partner of 36 years who he legally married in 2008, and their three Scottish Terriers. John is highly involved with the Church, specifically seeking to repair rifts between Christendom and the gay community.


John wishes to extend a very special thanks to his many female readers. He appreciates and loves the fact women enjoy male/male erotica, and he thanks you for your past and continued support. He hopes to never disappoint you, and always leave you wanting more!

Friday Teaser: Doris O’Connor

Too Hot To Handle by Doris O’Connor

When firefighter Alex Giovanni returns to his old neighborhood to fulfill family obligations, he is reunited with the woman inhabiting his dreams. The sexy siren ran out on him after one explosive night many years ago. Hiding behind her sensible clothes she portrays the perfect image of Miss Prim and Proper and Alex vows to unlock the passionate woman he remembers. Mixing business with pleasure has never been so much fun.
Kitty Jenkins’ orderly life gets turned upside down when Alex walks into her school. Their passion filled night four years ago has left her with a secret that threatens to tear them apart. Giving into Alex is out of the question, regardless of how much her body craves his touch.
When secrets spill and disaster strikes, can their passion turn into love?


“Alex is a good man; I truly believe that. Give him a chance.”
That whispered statement ran through Kitty’s head again as she listened to Alex finishing Noah’s bed-time story. Noah had fallen asleep two pages ago, but Alex had kept on reading. He sighed, putting the book down, watching Noah sleep. One large hand gently smoothed his hair, and he dropped a kiss on his forehead.
Alex’s intense gaze scorched her face as he moved toward her. Every atom in her body was suddenly all too aware of his sheer physical presence. He towered over her and stepped into her personal space. Only Alex could reduce her to a quivering bag of female awareness just by the way he smelled. Oh hell, think of Maggie! And step away from him.
Kitty made herself do just that, whilst trying to control her breathing, which sped up against her will. Her heart beat a very strange rhythm in her chest, and with one last look at a sleeping Noah she escaped toward the living room, all too aware of Alex right behind her.
She heard him shut the living room door, and she had to look up as he once again stepped far too close to her. He took one of her hands into his and kissed her palm, his incredible eyes sizzling with heat.
“Thank you for today. And thank you for putting up with my mother. I can only imagine how trying she must have been.”
Kitty snatched her hand away, the skin tingling where he had brought it to his lips. She crossed her arms to stop herself from touching him. She was not going to fall for all that charm.
“Yes, well, it’s safe to say she isn’t my biggest fan.”
Alex’s low chuckle was incredibly sexy, and Kitty had to bite her lip to stop herself from responding to it. Easier said than done when he moved closer again, one thumb rubbing across her bottom lip.
“Why so nervous, Kitty”
“I’m not nervous. It’s just been a long day. I think you should go.”
Alex moved closer still, his breath fanning her face. Kitty had to remind herself to just breathe, whilst her libido charged in kicking and screaming as her body recognized Alex the man on the most fundamental level. Whatever might be wrong between them, this right now just felt so right.
Alex tilted her head up, his mouth hovering over hers, his smile promising delights to come. “You think, or you know?”
“Alex, please—”
Oh hell, whose voice was that? Certainly not hers.
“Please what? Your wish is my command, Kitty.”
“My every wish, Alex?”
Kitty’s husky whisper had him hard in an instant. Hell yeah, baby. He pulled her delightful curves closer into his body, smiling at the way they moulded into his. His evening was looking up after all.
“Tell me what your mother and you were talking about in the kitchen, Alex, and I want the truth!”
He hadn’t been expecting that question. She shoved against his chest, and he reluctantly let her go.
“I’m waiting, Alex!”
“Damn, Kitty, what difference does it make? This isn’t about my mother; this is between you and me, and there are so many better ways we could fill our time with right now.”
Like have you naked in my arms, screaming my name. Alex grimaced. Her eyes, which had moments before been full of sensual awareness, turned to green steel.
“Please, Kitty, I’m dying here.”
Kitty’s gaze dropped down to his all too obvious arousal, and he saw her swallow once before she hastily brought her gaze back up to his face.
“That’s really not my problem, Alex; it’s all yours. And you will have to take many a cold shower until you tell me what’s going on!”
“Oh will I?”
Damn you, Kitty, enough is enough. He crossed the distance between them in one long stride, pulled her flush against his body, and his mouth came down hard on her lips. Her shocked gasp gave him entry, and his tongue sought hers. He groaned when Kitty came alive in his arms. Their tongues twining together, he ground his hips into hers and marched her toward the nearest wall. Hell yes. This was what they needed. He was done with talking and analyzing and treading softly. He wanted her with a need so fierce it completely consumed him. Kitty’s hands clung onto his shoulders, her sighs echoing in his ears as his hand pulled her skirt up, and he found her slick folds.
“You’re so wet already.” His voice shook as his cock strained against his flies, and he slid two fingers into her pussy. Her walls contracted around them. “Jeez, Kitty, I need to be in you right now.”
”Mmm, what are you waiting for?” Kitty’s breathless reply shot straight to his cock, her feline eyes almost black with need as she fumbled with his zipper.
Kitty’s hands wrapped around his eager cock, and he sucked in his breath when she took the initiative and rolled the condom on him with firm strokes. His balls grew heavy, and he ground his teeth together with the effort it took to not spill there and then like an inexperienced teenager. He spun her around so that she faced the settee and used his thigh to spread her legs. His fingers pushed in deep, and his thumb found her clitoris. Kitty moaned, and a fresh wave of her cream coated his fingers.
“Bend forward for me, and grab the sofa.”

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