Guest: Marie Medina

Five years ago, Sam pushed Gabriel away because he couldn’t face his own fears about being openly gay in his small hometown. He had another secret too, but he believed no one could help him, not even Gabriel. He took actions that broke Gabriel’s heart, and his own, but then tragedy unexpectedly freed him from the need for secrecy. And Gabriel returned.

Gabriel told himself he only wanted to comfort Sam, but in his heart he knew he wanted more. He wanted answers, and he wanted Sam’s love. Just as Gabriel is convincing Sam they can be happy together, events force Sam to reveal all his secrets to his family. These revelations cause all the disharmony Sam always feared, and Gabriel can only hope that this time Sam will realize their love is worth fighting for.

Excerpt

Gabriel gripped the bedpost to keep from crossing the room to Sam, who stared out the bedroom window and refused to turn and face him. Sam fingered the blue curtains and intently studied the pattern on the material. Gabriel had been waiting all night for Sam to say something, to somehow explain himself. He didn’t understand how Sam could stay silent. Gabriel felt like screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Sam, I want an explanation from you. I’ll get it from Laura if I have to.”

Sam finally turned around. “What do you want me to say? I didn’t think she would tell everyone tonight at the party. I thought I would have a chance to talk to you first and somehow explain what’s happening.” He fixed his eyes on the unmade bed.

Gabriel’s eyes flicked over the bed and the hunter green comforter bunched at the foot. The bed hadn’t been made since the last time they had made love two nights ago. He set his gaze on Sam again, unable to keep the bitterness out of his tone. “Well, an engagement is big news.” He moved closer to Sam. “It was huge news to your boyfriend.”

“Gabe, just listen to me. Laura is pregnant—”

Gabriel cut him off. “Yes, everyone knows! It’s a very poorly kept secret that Michael knocked her up. But you dating a guy? Fucking a guy? That’s been kept well under wraps, and now I see why!”

Sam looked into his eyes. “You don’t see at all. Gabe, I love you, but Michael has abandoned her. I don’t just mean he dumped her. He has left town. She has no job and no one to take care of her.”

“She should have thought of that while she was fucking him without a condom. Tell her to go home to her parents.”

Sam shook his head. “Her mom’s dead. And her stepdad? They don’t need to be alone, if you get what I mean.”

Gabriel cringed. His anger lessened a little because he’d always suspected Laura had had a rough childhood, but how was she their problem? “Sam, just be honest with me. If this was just about helping her, you’d ask her to move in with you, not marry you.”

“She…she loves me.” Sam turned away again.

Laura had always flirted with Sam, but she’d never made a hard play for him that Gabriel had seen. “Since when?”

“Since freshman year of high school. I never liked girls, ever, so I didn’t notice for a long time. Lots of other people knew she liked me. To them it makes sense I would come to her rescue now. How can I make you see? Colbert is my hometown, Gabe.”

What did that have to do with it? Gabriel shifted his stance and crossed his arms over his chest. “I know. I never get a chance to forget. It’s the reason I’m the only one who knows you like guys. I sure as fuck hope you don’t think we’re going to still be together after this. I don’t care if the marriage isn’t real. It’s just another way for you to hide from who you really are. With a wife and kid, no one will every look at you and wonder again. Your family won’t have to worry you’re a perverted freak anymore. They’ll all heave a huge sigh of relief and dance at your wedding.”

“That is not why I am doing this!” Sam said, putting his hands over his face.

Gabriel grabbed Sam by the shoulder and turned him around. “Yes, it is. Now, I have something to tell you.” He loosened his grip a little, letting his fingers massage Sam’s shoulders. “I’ve gotten into the grad program at Stony Brook University. For anthropology, I can hardly do better, so I have to go. I wanted you to come with me. I was going to ask you tonight, but then…” He let his voice trail off as he released Sam.

“That’s great. Did they offer you money?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to talk about what’s going on with my funding. I want to talk about what’s going on with my life. My future.”

“I promised her.”

The simple, placid answer infuriated him. “Why?” Gabriel screamed. “Why the fuck would you make such a promise? Is that the best explanation you can give me? I’m sorry she’s had some tough breaks. I’m sure she is in love with you because I know I am.” He sighed heavily. “You’re going to enter into a fake, loveless marriage because she loves you and you pity her. But me? You can’t even touch me in public.”

“You know why we have to be careful.”

“After four years, that excuse is getting old. What did you think would happen when we graduated?” He’d endured four years of hiding and lying because Sam made him happier than any other man ever had, but continuing the deceit would eventually destroy that happiness.

“I don’t know.” He gave a tight shrug. “I guess I hoped something would happen.”

Gabriel ran his hands through his hair. “Like what? My getting into Stony Brook is perfect. We’d be getting away from your family and their judgment.”

Sam didn’t say anything.

“But you’ve made a promise.” He shook his head. “There’s something wrong here. You’re not telling me something.” Before now, Sam had never kept any secrets from him. He’d always told Gabriel the things he couldn’t tell anyone else.

“It’s complicated. She turned to me, and I couldn’t live with myself if I turned her away. The baby deserves a chance. It’s innocent. What can I say to make you understand?”

“What can you say?” He put his hands on Sam’s shoulders again. “Tell me you don’t love me. If you’re not hiding anything, you must be able to turn your back on me this easily because you don’t actually love me.” He gave him a little shake and whispered, “If it’s true I can take it, Sam. You’ve always been honest with me before. I’ll accept all of this if you don’t love me.”

Sam shook his head.

“Come on. Tell me.” Gabriel backed him against the bookshelf next to the window. “Tell me you don’t like me touching you.” He ran his hands down Sam’s shoulders, wanting to toss him on the bed and take him right then. He needed to be inside him, to feel Sam’s flesh encompass him as they both moaned.

Sam shook his head again.

Gabriel brought his lips to Sam’s for a tender kiss. He brushed them gently, and then licked Sam’s lower lip. When Sam softened and parted his lips, Gabriel left the tenderness behind. He pressed Sam against the shelf and kissed him hard, his tongue invading his mouth, possessing it. Sam’s arms snaked around his neck as he moaned, and Gabriel rubbed his erection against Sam’s thigh, knowing how much Sam liked for him to be aggressive. He loved Sam’s reactions, loved the way they came together.

When the kiss broke, Gabriel ran his hand between them. He looked into Sam’s blue eyes as he stroked Sam’s cock through his jeans. It strained against the material, wanting Gabriel’s touch. “Tell me you don’t want me to suck your cock.”

“Gabe, please.” The words came out in a whimper of need.

“Please what? Please suck you off until you scream?” He unzipped Sam’s pants and freed his cock. “Scream the way you did the last time?” He got down on his knees and tongued the head, licking a drop of pre-cum from the slit. Then he took Sam’s dick into his mouth. Working his tongue along the underside in slow circles, he looked up into Sam’s eyes as he pulled him deeper. Sam gazed down at him for a moment, but then he closed his eyes and pressed his lips shut.

What did he want to say? What was he holding back? Gabriel held Sam’s hips firmly in place as he bobbed his head back and forth. Taking the head to the back of his throat, Gabriel breathed in Sam’s scent as Sam bucked forward and groaned. Then he raked his teeth all the way along the length of Sam’s cock before sitting back on his heels to look at him.

Sam’s breaths came in gasps as he looked down at Gabriel. “This isn’t fair, Gabe.”

Gabriel stroked the shaft. “It isn’t fair? You fuck me four or five times a week and tell me you love me, and then I come to a party you invited me to only to find out you’re engaged to marry someone else?” He leaned forward and nipped at the head of his cock, then licked it slowly. Peering up into his face again, he asked, “How in the fucking hell is that fair?”

“I didn’t have time to tell you.”

Another short, meaningless answer. Something had changed, but Gabriel didn’t know what. The openness he’d always loved in Sam was gone now. Gabriel stroked harder and faster, loving the way Sam swelled in his hand. He wanted to make him come hard. “Didn’t have time? Telling me must not have been very important.”

He pushed Sam’s jeans down so he could play with his balls. He sucked one into his mouth as his fingers strayed back to Sam’s hole. Gabriel massaged the tight ring of muscle as he licked Sam’s cock. Then he swallowed it again, deep-throating him right away.

Links:

Blog: http://mariemedina80.blogspot.com/

Website: http://mariemedina.weebly.com/

EP Author Page: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/marie-medina/

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/marie-medina

All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Marie+Medina

New Release: Belonging to the Steer Brothers

Today is the release of, Belonging to the Steer Brothers which if the second book in my Cape Falls series.

Cape Falls, 2

Welcome to Cape Falls, a town with old-fashioned values.

When Anna Myer’s parents died in a car accident, David and Paul Steer took her in and cared for her. For years she nursed a crush for the two men, only to be rejected and pushed away.

Crushed with the rejection and believing the Steer Brothers could never love her the way she wanted, Anna left Cape Falls.

Three years passed since she left the men she loved. Anna returns with a new determination and she knows the secret that David and Paul tried to keep away from her.

There is a rumor that the Steer men share one woman. Anna wants to be that woman.

Can she prove to Paul and David she is the woman they need? Can her men overcome their fears? And after so long of being alone will she finally belong to the Steer brothers?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), bondage, anal sex.

Excerpt

Impulsively, Anna leaned back. David’s body consumed her. His shoulders could be seen on either side of her. She watched in the full length mirror as his gaze moved down the line of her body and back up again. The first real sign of interest in her as a woman. She held it as a sparkle of hope it was.

With her palms down by her sides she brushed them on his thighs. He didn’t move, but she heard him take a deep breath. The air he expelled ruffled the hair at the nape of her neck.

“What are you doing, Anna?” His voice taking on a deep growl.

Tilting her head back Anna looked into his eyes. His beautiful green eyes, so beautiful and earthy they took her breath away. Bringing her other arm up, she looped it to the back of his head. With her free hand she held his arm where it circled round her waist. This was the first time they’d been this close.

Was that his cock pressing against her ass?

“Aren’t you going to kiss the birthday girl?” she asked. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her nipples ached for him to reach up and cup them. It had been years since she’d held him. The past three years hadn’t stopped the yearning to be near to him. His scent invaded her, turning her inside out. She wanted this man as much as she wanted his brother. Was she sick? Anna crossed her legs as the ache in her pussy built. Could she grab his hands and place one on her breast and the other on her mound? Her body was alive, and she wanted to feel closer to him. To take all of her clothes off and beg him to make love to her.

A moan escaped between her lips, and at the moment she didn’t care as he leaned down to give her a kiss. She noted the way his lips were closed and his eyes firm. She knew he would try for a peck on the lips or a brush. She didn’t want a peck. Anna wanted it all.

His lips brushed hers. A brotherly or friend type kiss. As he moved away her hand tightened around his neck refusing to let him go. She turned slightly in his arms so her body was in a better position to receive his kiss. Closing her eyes she deepened the kiss, opening her lips and running her tongue over his lips.

He pulled away. A hand on her cheek. “Anna, don’t do this.”

“Please, please. David, kiss me like you want too. Just once,” she begged.

“Anna, please. Don’t make me start something we won’t be able to finish.”

Hope sprang inside her. David felt something. “Then don’t stop, and let us continue until we finish.”

She watched as he closed his eyes. “Don’t say stuff you don’t mean.”

“I mean it. I want you David,” she said.

For several moments he didn’t respond, remaining frozen solid. Anna was determined to evoke some emotion whether it was disgust at her assumption or the passion she knew was just beneath the surface.

The time seemed to last for an eternity. It was the longest wait for anything in her life.

She was rewarded as his free hand captured the back of her head and thrust his tongue between her lips. His hand on her waist spun her around, moving her flush against him. Her aching breasts full and round, her nipples budding to unbearable points as they pushed, trying to come through the fabric of her gown. David placed one hand to the back of her head, his fingers sinking into the length of hair which he fisted. Anna cried out from the pain opening her mouth wider for his invasion. The one on her waist moved down to her butt. He squeezed her ass, and she heard a growl escape between his fiery kisses. Anna circled both of her arms around his neck, holding on as desire and lust took over. She felt her dress being pulled up past her butt, exposing her virginal white panties. David was gathering her dress in his hands. The thrill sent delightful shivers all around her body.

Buy Links: Evernight Publishing / Amazon (UK) / Amazon (US) / All Romance E-Books / Bookstrand

Guest: Doris O’Connor

Hello and welcome Doris O’Connor to my site. She has so graciously agreed to be interviewed.

 

Thanks so much for having me here today, Sam 🙂

So lets begin…

1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?

Okay – deep breath. I write contemporary and paranormal Erotic romance and am also a SAHM of nine little and not so little hooligans. Hubby and I have been together for twenty-five years (not quite sure how that happened, when I’m only twenty-one myself 😉 and we live with our brood of kids and pets in a far too small house in Bedordshire, England. At any given time, I wear so many different hats, even I forget who I am at times, lol. And do NOT talk to me about laundry!

2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?

I don’t think anyone begins writing accidentally, do they? I was an only child, so my imagination and my books were pretty much my friends from as early on as I can remember. Once I could write I was forever penning stories and was aways pulled up for daydreaming, lol. As an adult life got in the way for the longest time. Then back in September 2010 a friend entered a writing competition and I thought to myself, well it’s now or never. Didn’t get anywhere in that competiion, but I have been writing ever since.

3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.

What? You didn’t hear me squeal where you were?

August 2nd 2011, that’s when I got that all important e-mail.My first, great story, we would like to offer you a contract, e-mail. I was in the middle of cooking dinner, and decided to check my e-mails one last time, as you do.

This is what followed:

“Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh my GOD!” Incoherent screeching from me.

Cue hubby and kids come flying towards me from all angles of our house. I was heavily pregnant at the time, so they all thought I was going into labour. I’m still amazed I didn’t to be honest. Especially as I got an acceptance for another story with a different publisher two days later.

* big grin*

Baby was eventually born August 8th. He likes the limelight, so I reckon he was hanging on in there, to make sure he didn’t have to share his entrance into the world with a contract. That day was going to be all about him!

4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?

I have two: RIDING HER TIGER released May 1st and TOO COLD TO LOVE releases today!

Blurb for Riding her Tiger

Can one night change your life forever?

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?

BUY LINKS

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/riding-her-tiger-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.bookstrand.com/riding-her-tiger

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ridinghertiger-786880-142.html

http://www.amazon.com/Riding-Her-Tiger-Club-ebook/dp/B007Z9DDH6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1335886979&sr=8-2

Blurb for Too Cold To Love

Marco Giovanni has shut off his emotions, following a messy divorce. His small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny ever?

Elise has always been the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer impossible to deal with. Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her twin accrued.

In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all?

BUY LINK

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/

Too Cold To Love is book two in the Giovanni series and readers will find many familiar faces from book one, Too Hot To Handle. It shows life in the Giovanni clan eighteen months on and I had great fun revisiting old characters and further developing Stella, the head of the Giovanni.

Marco and Elise’s story is very different to Alex and Kitty’s. I struggled with Marco at the beginning, because he didn’t want to reveal his feelings, not even to me. But Elise is just who he needed to open up and as they struggle through their marriage they end up healing each other.

It gets very emotional in parts, be warned! And of course their chemistry is off the scale, as you’d expect from my characters. Marco proves very inventive, shall we say…

5) What are you currently writing?

I’m almost finished with a Naughty Fairytale, which is a twist on My Little Mermaid with a bit of Beauty and the Beast thrown in too. I’m quite excited about this one, I have to say. I aim to sub it this week, so we shall see. Then I had an idea for a f/f short for my publisher’s new Anthology call and I need to write Book two in my Club Ink series. Those tigers are growling at me again, and ya know, really don’t want to argue with them.

6) What inspires you most when you write?

I need to have some visual inspiration in front of me, especially of the heroes.

*winks*

Somehow words flow very easily then. And other than that I get inspired from all sorts. I never can tell what will spark my muse, but she seems to respond well to submission calls I’ve noticed, even if I then go off an a tangent, because I’m such a panster, lol.

7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?

With the exception of one experience they have been very positive. It’s always such a learning curve and with every publisher and editor I’ve worked with I’ve learnt lots. I must say though that Evernight Publishing have simply ruined me for anyone else, lol. I’m very happy in the Evernight family and I can’t see that changing any time soon.

8) What are you reading now?

Carolyn Rosewood’s excellent Naughty Fairy Tale The Rebellious Princess Choses Two Lovers.

9) What are your guilty pleasures?

I don’t do guilty, lol. I take my pleasures without guilt. I’m incredibly busy, so when I do take out time for myself, I enjoy it. Having said that it usually just involves locking myself away to write, having a loooong soak in the bath and the occasional meal and meet up with friends. Yeah, I lead such a rock-n-roll lifetsyle 😉

10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?

Find a good critique group, keep writing, and never, ever give up. The more you write, the stronger your voice will be. Write what your heart tells you to write, not what you think you ought to be writing. Read lots, and read some more and do not take rejections personally. They are simply part of the process.

This is for you to talk more about yourself, leave your blogging details, site details and generally promote yourself.

Thanks again for having me Sam 🙂 If you’d like to win a copy of either one of my new relases, then leave me a comment. You can check the excerpts on my website.

Find me on the web here:

Website: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/

Blog: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/mamaD8

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432

Guest: Adonis Devereux

May I welcome fellow Evernight Publishing author,

Adonis Devereux 

I don’t believe in writer’s block. Never have, never will. At least not the kind of writer’s block I hear a lot of people complain about. I get the impression that they think writer’s block is some mystical forcefield keeping them from their writing, like it’s not their fault, like there’s nothing they can do about it. I’ve never experienced writer’s block, so maybe that’s why I don’t believe it really exists. Of course I work hard to make sure writer’s block never seizes me. I might take a walk, change my environment, take a break, or talk to my wife. (By the way, I’m the Mr. half of the Adonis Devereux writing duo!) I guess the one advantage I have over writer’s block is the fact that I have a writing partner. We never have a lack of ideas; we’re never at a standstill. We are able to encourage each other chapter by chapter, story by story. Writing is, of course, a solitary venture for most people, so my advice would be to find a confidant – someone you can trust with your stories – and talk to him or her whenever you feel the flow just stop. But the confidant needs to be someone who is equally creative and enthusiastic about your love of story. That’s what I have, and my well has never run dry. Thanks so much, Sam, for having us here today! Anybody who wants a free copy of Chasing Earth and Flame, comment below for a chance to win. Also, like our author page on Facebook for access to exclusive content such as maps and recipes, unique to our fantasy world of Gilalion!

Blurb

Nevia Akara Judal is the daughter of the First House of Nirrion, but though she is both a powerful elemental mage and a cunning political mind, she is her father’s property. She is promised to Melenius, the only other noble elementalist in the city, but she is not certain she approves of her father’s choice. She has a stronger will than anyone has ever given her credit for, and she is determined to find and keep the love of the only man who can conquer her heart of earth and flame.

Excerpt

Melenius caught Nevia by the arm and pulled her into a curtained alcove.

“We will be seen,” Nevia whispered.

Melenius shook his head. Cena was due to begin in a few minutes, so he had to work quickly.

“This won’t take long.” He produced the anal plug he had shown her on their honeymoon.

It was Nevia’s turn to shake her head.

“Yes,” Melenius said. He pulled out a vial of scented oil from his small shoulder bag. Nevia’s frosty eyes widened, and he smiled in his airs at her coyness. He poured the oil over the plug, then rubbed it around the head and down its length. “Turn around.”

Nevia did so, but she kept her eyes on her husband. Melenius had never seen anything sexier than his beautiful wife looking over her shoulder with fear and anticipation trembling in her elements as he hitched up her dress. Her fine, white ass was just what he wanted, and his cock hardened. He considered taking her right there, but the sound of music coming from the atrium made him think better of it. The entertainment had arrived. Dinner was imminent, and they would be missed if they were not punctual.

Melenius dabbed a bit of oil on the rosebud of Nevia’s anus and rubbed it around with his thumb. Nevia moaned.

“Quiet!” Melenius’s tone was half serious, half mirthful.

He pressed the tip of the lubricated plug against her ass and slowly applied pressure. He did not at once break her wall, and he was surprised at her body’s unwillingness to allow entry. With a stronger but still gentle push, he felt the pop as the plug slipped into her back passage.

Nevia’s knees buckled, but she did not collapse. The temperature in the alcove plummeted, and though Melenius knew her fires were stoked, she fixed him with an icy glare.

Nevia stood and let her skirts fall back into place. “You dare toy with the ass of an Akara?” She raised her hand to slap Melenius, but he caught her by the wrist.

Melenius lightly bit that wrist as he tweaked her nipple with his other hand. “Now, go be a good girl, and eat your supper.” He opened the curtain and slapped her ass on the way out.

Nevia continued to murder him with her eyes, but her elements betrayed her increasing desire. He sensed her laughter on his winds.

Cena was an elaborate affair, much more so than Melenius would have expected for just a one-night stay in a provincial town. As exotic, half-naked slaves from far-away lands juggled fire sticks before them all, Melenius turned to Judal the Younger.

“I wonder, why all this?” he asked. He popped a fresh, green olive in his mouth.

Nevius, reclined on one elbow, sipped his mulled wine and answered without taking his eyes from the entertainment. “We are returning from a great victory. Though Belamal presses forward, there will be glory for us upon our return to Nirrion. Why not celebrate a little? This is my father’s villa, after all.”

“Fair enough.”

“Enjoy yourself, Firin,” Nevius said. “You and my sister are saviors of the republic.” Nevia’s couch was situated close to his so that their heads would be near each other for conversation. He leaned over and kissed her brow.

Melenius, on the other side of the low table laden with rich food, watched this sibling exchange, knowing that her ass was plugged, that her cunt was probably wet as spring rains.

Nevia betrayed nothing; she could not to her brother, anyway, but neither did her elements. She was cool, collected, and calm. Melenius nodded in her direction, raised his cup in a silent toast to her, and drank its contents. A slave refilled his cup at once. Nevia, playing at human expressions, narrowed her eyes at him. Melenius almost choked on his next drink.

Radish salads and oysters gave way to hot-boiled goose and songbirds with asparagus. Between the appetizers and the main course, clowns had come to re-enact the battle of Vieta. The actor who pantomimed Belamal wore comical armor, and his gold-painted face twisted in all manner of melodramatic expressions.

Nevius ripped hot, juicy meat from the bone with his teeth. “Belamal Triumphant, to be sure.” His mouth was half-full of goose. “Too bad Garalach isn’t here. He could’ve made your job in Vieta easier.”

Melenius felt the instant drop in temperature, and the braziers that burned around them dimmed.

“More wood.” Nevius snapped his fingers at the nearest slave.

Nevia did not look at Melenius. Her eyes were fixed on the small plate she held on her lap. The name of Garalach clearly upset her, and Melenius wanted to go to her, to hold her and remind her of how he had been deceived. He had never stopped loving or wanting Nevia. It had not been his intention to betray her.

But Nevia would not return his glance.

The sun disappeared from the sky, and a cold wind blew through the peristyle and into the atrium.

Where we are:

Bloghttp://boundlessasthesea.blogspot.com

Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/adonis.devereux

FB author pagehttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Adonis-Devereux/250061305038584

Twitterhttp://twitter.com/#!/AdonisDevereux

Amazonhttp://www.amazon.com/Adonis-Devereux/e/B0067XK2CU

Goodreadshttp://www.goodreads.com/adonisdevereux

Email – adonis.devereux@gmail.com

How to purchase:

Evernight Publishinghttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Adonis-Devereux.html

All Romance eBookshttp://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-worthhisfreedom-630422-143.html

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-brideforthegodking-665365-143.html

Bookstrandhttp://www.bookstrand.com/adonis-devereux

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_10?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=adonis+devereux&x=0&y=0&sprefix=adonis+dev

Barnes and Noblehttp://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/worth-his-freedom-adonis-devereux/1107485644?ean=2940032849582&itm=1&usri=worth+his+freedom

1 Place for Romancehttp://1placeforromance.com/romantic-fiction/worth-his-freedom/prod_6117.html

http://1placeforromance.com/fantasy/bride-for-the-god-king/prod_6538.html

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.

Synopsis

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:

Amazon

All Romance E-Books

Smashwords

 

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!

Guest: Natasha Blackthorne

“Grey’s Lady is the story of a wealthy New York merchant price, Grey Sexton, who falls for a poor but beautiful seductress, Beth McConnell. Yet, for all their social and economical differences, at their most basic level, Beth and Grey are very similar. This story explores how these similarities threaten to tear them apart before love can overcome the fear of being vulnerable.
Both Beth and Grey suffered isolation and emotional neglect in childhood. Grey grew up as a privileged only son, heir to Sexton Shipping, one of the fledgling nation’s largest mercantile fleets. Grey’s father was a stern businessman who did not understand his daydreaming son and held him at a distance. A child in this position might take solace in a closer relationship with his mother. However, Grey’s mother was chronically ill and unable to bear his childish energy. She kept to her chambers and died while he was still quite young. Later at age nineteen, Grey engaged in an emotionally scarring experience with a slightly older woman, something that is not covered in Grey’s Lady. All of these backstory issues and more are explored in more depth in the sequel, White Lace and Promises, which is scheduled for release Dec. 26, 2011.
In contrast, the focus of Grey’s Lady is on the immediate interaction between two wounded and self-protective people who feel an overpowering attraction to each other but who do not want to admit it to themselves or the other.
I will let my character, Beth, tell her story in her own words:
Why should men always have the power of choice when it comes to love? Is it right that we women have no choice but to sit and wait for a man decide to honor us with his declarations–usually uttered in the form of a demand? And all we as women may do is say “yes” or “no” and hope we have made a wise choice. The man still has the power to break his promises and it will be our good name and heart that bears the damage.
My mother fell into an adulterous affaire with an unknown man and as a result I was created. Her husband put her out of their house. I would have been born in the almshouse if not for the kindness of her employer. After my mother’s death, I would have gone to the foundling home without my kindly benefactress. My unknown father also had his power of choice, the choice to abandon me. How fair is it that men have all the power of choice?
Oh, you ask what about the gentlemen? Ha! The gentlemen. They are the very worst.
A gentleman once declared passionate love for me. He said this so ardently, his beautiful brown eyes shone with sincerity. I was young. I was naïve. I believed him. I trusted him and gave my heart wholly into his keeping. And as went my heart, eventually so went my virtue.
Do you what happened next? Surely, I don’t have to tell you. You know how these maudlin stories go. He married someone else. A lady. Someone of his own class. His took his power of choice. He became a respectable family man and I was left being a soiled dove. I had a good cry over it. I may have drank a little too much at his wedding celebration. What a pitiful little fool I was. But I did not wallow in my self-pity for long. So men have needs and desires? Well, I also have needs. I also have desires. Why should men have all the power of choice? Why should they have all the enjoyment in life?
I take my own power of choice now. I chose whom, when and for how long and I select only the most handsome, wealthy, and powerful of gentlemen.
Yes, I know you are asking do I not fear discovery? This is a worry and I take it seriously. Truly I do. I live with my half-brother and his family now. He is very protective and very touchy about matters of honor. Our mother was not faithful to his father. Now he takes such matters so seriously. Too seriously. If he had his way, I would stay home all the time, working in the backroom of his cobbler shop with one eye on the children. But honestly, though I love my nieces and my half-siblings, life there is dreary. It’s all work, work and more work. Everything is shabby, everything seems to stay gritty and grimy no matter how hard I work to keep things clean. There are always more shoes to repair. I swear my eyes shall go crossed trying to sew by candlelight night after night. I never get enough sleep or time to myself. If I couldn’t go out and seek my adventures, I should go mad. I have my mother’s wild blood in me and my desires can run so high I fear they shall consume me.
I could marry a nice man and he would carry me away from all of this. I would have my own cozy home and hearth. My benefactress has introduced me to a nice young minister and to a nice young but struggling legal clerk and a nice young medical student who trembled all over and went pale when I said good morning to him. I have no interest in nice young men. It’s the wealthy, powerful, arrogant gentlemen who fascinate me. I know they will never desire me for a wife but they shall burn for me. They shall remember me.
How do I protect myself from discovery? I limit my liaisons to one single meeting. I never meet with my gentlemen again, no matter how desperately they implore me. And they do implore me. Though I am poor, the child of adultery by an unknown man and powerless in my society, I have something gentlemen desire. I have beauty, and thanks to my mother’s wild blood, I understand their hot lusts better than the women of their class. I do gain a measure of satisfaction out of leaving them burning for more. Burning for me. No gentleman shall ever forget the one afternoon he spent with me.
Today is a special day for me. Mr. Asahel de Grijs, otherwise known as Grey to his friends, is coming to my favorite bookseller to give a lecture on privateering. He is a New York man, the owner of Sexton Shipping which has a fleet of over forty sea going vessels. He is rumored to be the wealthiest gentleman in America. I know this is not true. I know exactly who is the wealthiest man in America. But Mr. Sexton is among the top three wealthiest men in our nation. He is also politically connected and quite powerful. He would be the brightest feather in my cap. I think I shall wear my shabbiest dress because it is always more thrilling when these gentlemen cannot resist the tattered, poor little bastard girl. They are slaves to their own greed for beauty.
I don’t really deride gentlemen for their focus on beauty. I appreciate a handsome face and well-made masculine form. Well, if Mr. Sexton’s physicality matches his other attributes, then I shall be entertaining a gentleman today. In private. In his carriage. But only for today. Afterwards, he shall burn for me. He will never forget me.
Grey’s Lady
Carte Blanche, Book 1
By Natasha Blackthorne
Total-E-Bound Publishing
eBook ISBN: 978-0-85715-618-1
To Purchase click on links below:Total-e-Bound  | Amazon  | All Romance e-Books
To watch the book video: http://youtu.be/fHAaAZdH5bQ

Blurb:

Beth McConnell boldly seduces Grey Sexton, a self-controlled merchant prince from New York, she finds herself too fascinated by his ice-over-fire nature to stay away. His possessive determination to own her, body and soul, threatens to expose her secret erotic life to public shame.

Excerpt:

“Are you hungry?” he asked, his tone front-parlour-polite.
“No.” She couldn’t possibly eat. She’d been pent up with desire like a caged cat for two weeks. Now, so close to being beneath him again, she could barely keep herself from swooning from the excitement.
“You know, for a moment there, I thought you were about to bolt.”
“No, never.”
“That’s a relief.” He laughed without smiling and pressed something into her hand—a key. He whispered his room number. “Go up. I’ll follow shortly.”
“I haven’t much time.”
“Very shortly.” The edgy promise in his voice sent a bolt of desire twisting through her belly. Her knees melted to jelly and she wobbled.
“Careful.” His strong hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her, his face showing none of the emotion pounding through her own body. How could he remain so unaffected?
Impulse seized her and she caught hold of his lapels. “Kiss me.”
He leaned closer. Heavens, anyone could come along and catch them. Oh the risk… But her breath quickened and her nipples stiffened, straining against her stays. She closed her eyes, tilted her head up. Waited.
And waited.
“How many men since me?” He laid his large hand at the base of her throat and a thrill went chasing through her. “Look me in the eye.”
Her lids fluttered open and his gaze pierced into her with such intensity she gasped. “It has only been two weeks.”
“Answer me, Beth.”
Another thrill trembled through her. Fear or anticipation? She couldn’t say. “None.”
Still holding her throat, he studied her for several long moments. She set her jaw, refusing to waver under his scrutiny.
He bent and his mouth pressed hers, hard and hasty. Passion spiralled, took her soaring to the stars. Lassitude weakened her and wetness seeped between her legs. He lifted his head. She tightened her hands on his lapels, trying to pull him back. He resisted, his eyes trained on her like a stag with a doe.
Kiss me. Just kiss me, you arrogant jackanapes.
“Now, go.” He released her, set her veil back in place and left her there.
She gaped at his departing back, watching how he moved, so tall and proud. Over-proud. Did he have any idea what a rarefied class he found himself in? She didn’t go around asking just any man to kiss her. She had very high standards and she shared herself with only a select few. She was bestowing quite an honour on him and yet he reacted as if she were the one who ought to be grateful. And to add insult to injury, he hadn’t even kissed her. Not truly.
and a bit more…

Guest: Maxim Jakubowski

Hello and welcome Maxim Jakubowski to my site. He has so graciously agreed to be interviewed. 
So lets begin…
1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?
MJ: Just an English writer who was brought up in France and worked for many years in publishing and alternates crime thrillers (with a strong erotic content) and erotic books. I write and edit full-time and seem to publish much too much, even though I still feel I am twiddling my thumbs most of the time, so it’s deceptive.
2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?  
MJ: I’ve always wanted to write but was encouraged when I was still only 12 by a teacher who allowed me to let my imagination roam free when I was given an essay to write about what I had done on my holidays. My reaction was that, in truth, nothing had, so he said I could invent things. Which I did, fantastically, with a story of being kidnapped by eagles. His positive reaction and that of my classmates to my saga proved a poisonous encouragement and overnight I wanted to be a writer. I published my first stories at 16 and my first book at 18 and have never looked back. Now I have almost 130 titles/volumes to my credit, although the great majority are of course anthologies I’ve edited in a variety of genres. Fiction-wise I am still a long way from being in the Simenon or Balzac prolific mould.
3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance. 
MJ:I submitted a terrible science fiction piece of juvenalia to SATELLITE, the lowest paying French SF magazine at the time and to my utter surprise they ran it . From that moment onwards I was shackled to my little typewriter and a slave to writing fiction. It quickly became a compulsion and an integral part of my life. Though I have also since done non fiction in the form of a travel book and several reference titles, as well as huge amounts of newspaper colums and reviews.
4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from? 
MJ: It’s an erotic novel titled EKATERINA AND THE NIGHT and was published in late September by Xcite Books, who have also published my previous novel I WAS WAITING FOR YOU and my four SEX IN THE CITY collections. It’s available from every good bookshop and online retailer, both as a paperback and, indispensably these days, an ebook.
5) What are you currently writing? 
MJ: I’ve spent the summer translating a couple of French novels, one erotic and one crime for two big mainstream publishers and will getting back to fiction in a few weeks, after a training run, so to speak, with a couple of new short stories. The novel will be called DEFINED BY ABSENCE and that’s all I can reveal. It’s not superstition but I’ve always been of the belief one should never talk about work in progress for fear of never actually writing it.
6) What inspires you most when you write? 
MJ: The beauty of women and their bodies. Life. Art.
7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?
MJ: I worked for several decades in book publishing as Editorial Director or, in two instances, running the companies in question, so I know both sides of the business. I have therefore never had a problem with any of the publishers with whom I have been involved.
8) What are you reading now? 
MJ: I read widely, and having finished Brian Selznick’s WONDERSTRUCK yesterday, I am about to open up Erin Morgenstern’s THE NIGHT CIRCUS. I read 2 or 3 books a week. My essential diet.
9) What are your guilty pleasures? 
MJ: Rock n’roll music, movies and book, magazine and CD collecting with a terrible vengeance. And writing too, naturally.
10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors? 
MJ: Just write and don’t talk about it.
*****
Lolita meets Story of O, another memorable tale of love, sex and feelings from ‘the King of the erotic thriller’
When Ekaterina meets Alexander a shockingly sexy but tender romance develops.
She is a young Italian trainee journalist, who dreams of wild sexual adventures. He is the older Englishman who she believes can fulfill her fantasies. When Ekaterina is sent to interview the ageing writer Alexander in London, she is blinded by his charm and experience. Their relationship explodes in a sensual orgy, which defies society’s acceptance.
When a mysterious angel of death who calls herself Emma enters their lives, Ekaterina and Alexander know their days together are numbered.
A shocking climax set in Venice in winter brings the three protagonists together.
A tale of sex and tenderness that ranks alongside Jakubowski classic The State of Montana.
Paperback:
E-book:
*****
MAXIM JAKUBOWSKI worked for many years in book publishing as an editor (including titles by William Golding, Peter Ackroyd, Oliver Stone, Michael Moorcock, Peter Ustinov, Jim Thompson, David Goodis, Paul Ableman, Sophie Grigson, Marc Behm, Cornell Woolrich, etc…) and launched the Murder One Bookshop, which he owned and ran for over 20 years. He now writes, edits and translates full-time in London.
*****
COMMENT TO WIN!
Courtesy of Xcite Books, three lucky winners can get their hands on a copy of Ekaterina and the Night in their choice of paperback or digital format. (International entries welcome)
Simply leave a comment on this post to win. Be sure to check out the rest of the posts in the tour, because the more comments you make, the more chance you have of winning! Go here to see the blog tour schedule.
PLEASE leave your email address in the body of the comment. No email address = no entry. Winners will be drawn and contacted on the week ending 11th November 2011.