Showing posts with label gay romance. Show all posts
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Saturday, 1 March 2014

NEW RELEASE: Master Lucifer's Errant Sub by Claire de Lune

The lovely Claire de Lune (what an awesome pen name!) is visiting to tell us about her latest release, Lucifer’s Errant Sub. What an awesome title! After checking out the cover and blurb, I had a few questions which Claire was gracious enough to answer.

Michelle: What’s your favorite part about writing ManLove?
Claire: This is my first Manlove only. I have written MM in a ménage but never solely MM. I never intended to write Lucifer and Devil’s story. They were minor characters in Master Salvador’s Dilemma (Book 1 of the Blood Red Rose Club series). They had different ideas and one night I awoke with their story buzzing in my head so I had to write it down.

M:  I know exactly what you mean! It’s funny how our characters take over when we’re making other plans. What’s your biggest challenge in writing ManLove?
C: The biggest challenge is that I am a woman so I don’t know if I’m getting in the head of my male characters. I do hope so.

M:  I understand. That’s always a worry of mine, too. This book is set in a BDSM club. Why do you like to write BDSM?
C: I enjoy writing BDSM but not the deep dark sort. When I retired, I started to read erotic fiction and read a lot of BDSM. Then I researched it and became very interested so it seemed natural that my first book should be BDSM.

M: Last question: I love your main characters’ names! How did you come up with them?
C: Devil I chose because I had an Angel in my other series, all golden skin and blond hair. Devil is the opposite, dark, clouds of long black hair, deep bronze skin, so it seemed a good name for him. Master L appeared as his Dom in the first book so I needed a name beginning with L. Lucifer seemed a good one as he is Count Lucius Dragovic.


M: Awesome! Thanks for stopping by and giving us the delicious excerpt below!



ADULT EXCERPT
Lucifer woke first. There was someone in bed with him. His arm was numb because of a head resting on his shoulder. Then it hit him.He’s here with me. He’s safe. A feeling of the most profound happiness came over him. He smiled as he looked at the sleeping man beside him. The beautiful hair flowed over the pillow. Lucius bent to smell it. The shampoo he’d used had left a faint smell of lemon combined with the unique smell of Devil’s body. Lucifer inhaled and sighed. He’d missed waking up in the same bed with his lover. He bent and kissed Devil’s brow. The amazing eyes opened.
“You’re real. It wasn’t a dream. I've dreamed of you so often, only to wake and find you weren’t there.” Devil said no more as Lucifer’s mouth stopped his.
Lucifer kissed him gently, then, as desire overcame him his tongue explored every well-known feature. I almost lost him. I have missed him so much. He completes my life I will never let him go. As these thoughts whirled in his brain, he clasped Devil in his arms and settled to kiss him witless. Devil gave as good as he got, and as Lucifer held him in his arms, his grip gradually tightening, Devil held onto him. Then he pulled him completely on top of him, opening his legs, trapping Lucifer by wrapping his legs around him. He lifted his hips and ground their cocks together.
“It seems my pet is impatient,” he said, and spoiled the effect of the stern tone in his voice by chuckling.
“I have missed you so, just fuck me,” Devil protested.
“You forget that you are my pet and I’m your Master,” Lucifer said. “You get fucked when I say so, and if you beg nicely.”
Devil held him at arm’s length and looked at him. “You were serious, then.”
“Never more so. It’s the way I live.”
Devil wriggled out from under Lucifer, whose heart hit his boots. He doesn’t want this, and I won’t force him. I love him too much, but it’s going to be hard to give up the lifestyle. To his surprise, Devil knelt by the side of the bed, his proud head bent.
“Please fuck me, Master,” he said. Lucifer was jubilant. He does understand, and he does want this. He got off the bed, raising his lover to his feet. He held his face between his hands and gazed into his eyes, searching for something. He needed to know if it was what Devil wanted and wasn’t agreeing just to please him.
“Do you really want this? You aren’t doing it just to please me?”
“All my life I have been told what to do someone has had the responsibility for me. I hated the Brothers, but they didn’t care for me at all. You care. I missed you and I didn’t do very well on my own. I know I need someone to look out for me. I enjoy our love-making when you take charge. I want to explore this lifestyle you speak of.”
“Very well, pet. Promise me you will tell me if you are unhappy about anything love,” Lucifer said, his voice raw with emotion. Devil nodded.
“I will, Master. Now please, please will you fuck me?”
“With pleasure,” Lucifer said. He pushed him onto the bed. “Stay there, and don’t move.”
He went over to his night table and took out a few items. He placed a soft blindfold over his sub’s eyes. “Remember this? It will heighten your other senses. Is that comfortable?”
“Yes, Master.” The low voice seemed calm.
Lucifer put soft leather cuffs on his wrists and clipped them to the bed head. "Keep your legs apart, pet." Then he opened a pot, dipped his fingers into the soft, sticky sauce, and smeared it over Devil's superb chest and firm belly. Then he bent and slowly he licked the chocolate off. He paid particular attention to Devil's nipples, smiling as his lover groaned and arched his back to get more. He licked and sucked his way over the taut belly. Taking his time, he chuckled as Devil became impatient and moaned.
"Patience, my pet.” He dipped his fingers into the pot and coated Devil’s swollen and throbbing cock, eliciting more moans. He left the chocolate sauce and picked up a soft ostrich feather, stroking it over Devil’s arms and torso until he got what he wanted.
“Please, please,” Devil begged.
Lucifer smiled, put down the feather, and bent to lick his lover’s cock. Dipping his tongue daintily into the slit, he licked and sucked the chocolate off the fat head. Then he took the head into his mouth and licked, laved, and suckled, driving Devil to the edge. When he judged him to be almost there, he stopped and coated his balls in the chocolate sauce. He sucked first one then the other into his mouth, cleaning off the chocolate, and in the process making his pet writhe and moan. When he’s better trained, it will be interesting to see if he can keep silent or not, and what I shall decide to do to punish a disobedient sub. How I'm looking forward to that.
When Devil’s balls were clean of chocolate, he licked and nibbled his way up the thick, ropey vein on the side. Then he took the dripping cock into his mouth and sucked until Devil came with a shout. Something else to explore. I will teach him to wait until he has permission to come. That control will so enhance his pleasure. Lucifer swallowed the hot, salty cum and cleaned Devil’s cock. Then he took off the blindfold and helped Devil to his feet.
“Come and shower, love.”

Friday, 7 February 2014

The Nightmares Series by Sage Marlowe

Today I'm thrilled to welcome my friend Sage Marlowe, whose latest book is releasing today! Keep reading to find out more about this HOT series!





Tuesday, 14 May 2013

True Confessions: Sage Marlowe's 1st Anniversary Blog Tour




Sage Marlowe’s First Anniversary Blog Tour & Giveaway
The First—Sub-Mission


Hello and welcome to the latest stop of my 1st Anniversary Blog Tour & Giveaway. Thank you for hosting me, Michelle!

One year has passed since my successful debut novel, Sub-Mission, was released on May 14, 2012, and a lot has happened during those twelve months. I’m taking the chance to look back and tell you a bit about the background of the books I’ve published, but also about things that happened in my life or that are on my mind. There’s one stop for every book, and of course, there are prizes waiting for you, because as always, good things for me mean good things for you, my dear friends and readers. Please read the “Giveaway” section below for details.

You may have already noticed the date I mentioned earlier, Yes, today is the day, my first anniversary as a published author, so of course I’d like to talk to you about Sub-Mission today, the book that will always have a special place in my heart as it was my first. It wasn’t the first book I’ve ever written, and not even the first I’ve completed, but when the time had come for me to decide which one of my numerous projects I would finally finish and submit, my choice fell on the manuscript that was to become Sub-Mission.

When I first started writing, I didn’t even think about the titles for my stories. I was far too busy scribbling down what the characters wanted me to write, so all my projects simply got a number—the order in which they entered my head. I still do that, by the way. Sub-Mission was No 6.
I can’t remember when I picked the title, but I’m fairly certain that it was just there all of a sudden. It fit the story so well and I kinda liked the irony of Sub-Mission being my first submission. I just can’t resist a pun.

A lot of other first times are connected with this book. The first time someone other than me got to read what I’ve written. I don’t work with beta readers, never have, and until this day, not a single member of my family has read any of my books, so TEB’s acquisitions staff were the first people who set eyes on it. What a feeling. Ever told a random stranger one of your dirties secrets? Do it, then you get an idea of what submitting an erotic BDSM novel feels like.

The first time I worked with an editor followed a couple of months later. For several reasons, the experience was not what I’d anticipated, but I prefer not to dwell on it. Soon after that, I went through the heart-pounding, palm-sweating hours that were the thrill of the first release day. Sub-Mission received its first review (positive) and a little while later, it got bashed in its first bad review. Eventually I found out my book was stolen and put up on a piracy site for the first time. Not a nice feeling and I think I nearly popped a vein that day with rage. Then there was the first time a reader contacted me to thank me for writing what she called a ‘wonderful story in which love overcomes all obstacles’. I received her message late in the evening and was so thrilled, I could barely sleep that night. Next up was the first time I held a printed copy of MY book in my hands. A book, properly printed paperback with MY name on the cover. Strange as it may sound, that was the moment I realised that now everyone can read what once only existed somewhere deep in my mind.

There was more, but those were the biggest steps along the way to today, my first anniversary as a published author. This is a lifetime’s dream come true for me, but that’s a story for another time. Right now I’d like to thank Noah and Pierce for choosing me to tell their story, my editors and the staff at my publishing houses for their brilliant, hard work and, of course, I’d like to thank you, my dear friends and readers—without you, this amazing first year wouldn’t have been the fantastic experience it was.
I don’t know what the future holds in store for me and what devious characters ask me to write their story, but one thing will always be true—I am a published author!

So, Ladies & Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to my first ever published book:


Sub-Mission
How far would you go to save the one you love?

Pierce Hollister is a down-to-earth businessman. Most of the time. His romantic side has him secretly dreaming of Mr Right, a family and happy ever after.
Noah Conway is a single father who doesn't believe in happy families anymore. When his daughter's life is at stake, he would sell his soul to save her but as a sadistic Dom takes an interest in him, he sells his body instead.

A shared session at a BDSM club leaves Pierce intrigued and soon he finds himself willing to do anything in his power to heal the wounds that life has left on Noah's soul. When he realises that the very thing Noah dreads the most might just be what he needs, Pierce sets out on a mission – but maybe it's just not in his power to save Noah.

Will Noah be able to battle the demons that haunt him and find the happy ever after Pierce has dreamed up for them?






Giveaway—Here’s what you can win:

#1 - Sage’s Goodie Package:
Contains a signed copy of Sub-Culture, a set of signed book cover photographs and some surprise goodies to spoil you

#2 - Create a character
Here’s your chance to create your very own fictional character that will be featured in one of my next books. The winner gets to pick the name and distinct features like hair / eye colour, height and a few personality quirks of a hero (male characters only, and please keep it doable…). Depending on the specification, I will either include him in a current WIP or use him as inspiration for a brand new story. The winner will also receive a free e-copy of this story once it’s published.

How to enter:
Leave a comment in the comment section asking to be entered in the giveaway. The winner will be picked at random and announced on my blog on May 20th. Multiple entries are allowed and will increase your chances to win. For additional terms and conditions, please go to http://www.sage-marlowe.com/p/contests.html

You can find the full tour schedule here: http://www.sage-marlowe.com/p/blog-tour-may-2013.html


About Sage Marlowe

Sage is a multi-published author of gay erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay erotic fiction.

A willing slave to all the fascinating guys who keep queuing up and want their stories told, Sage can almost always be found cooking up the next hot story or daydreaming about new ways of rubbing sexy male bodies together to make the sparks fly.

Contact and buy links

Sage’s website & blog: www.sage-marlowe.com
Twitter: @SageMarlowe
For all books published with Total-E-Bound, go to: http://www.total-e-bound.com/authordetail.asp?A_ID=224
For all books published with Siren-BookStrand, go to: www.bookstrand.com/sage-marlowe


Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Dangerous Submission Blog Tour

I'm happy to be hosting Lori Toland on this blog tour for her newest release, Dangerous Submission.


Blurb:
British Agent Drake Steele never thought when he was hired on at the Serious Organized Crime Agency that his job would involve spanking a co-worker. But when the colleague is Lord Robbie Covington, the sexy red-headed computer hacker for SOCA and MI-6, Drake can't agree fast enough to pop Robbie's cherry and pull him into the sensual world of BDSM.

Now they are caught up in a web of lies as they pose as members of the jet-setting crowd. Drake and Robbie have to race against the clock to stop a weapons haul that could threaten the safety of all Europe. As their covers begin to fade and danger is closing in, protecting Robbie is Drake's most important task, but neither man is ready for the moment when their hearts are put on the line.


Excerpt 1 - Explicit

His eagerness to get started made me smile. I grabbed his shoulder and stopped. “Maybe you should take your shirt off before you get strapped in.”

He glanced down at it and took off his black thick-framed glasses. The apology he gave was muffled as he pulled his polo shirt off. Pale skin without a freckle anywhere on his slender frame made my mouth water. Unlike me, he had very little hair on his chest, just a tuft in the middle and a few stray hairs circling his flat brown nipples.

Encircling his slender wrist, I noticed how big my fingers appeared next to him. I guided his arms up and snapped the cuffs in place one by one. Once he was secure, I pulled on his bonds to make sure he couldn’t move too much.

Robbie pulled on them as well before he looked over his shoulder at me. “Why do you need to tie me down?”

“Because I’m not going to have you endanger yourself if you decide to move midstrike.”

Satisfied with my answer, he nodded, but as he turned away, he swallowed hard. He needed compassion but also needed to be aware of my competency.

I leaned in, placing my hand on his bare back to bring his attention to me. “Let’s get something straight right now. I won’t be questioned by you. You will do as I say, or I will turn you over my knee and spank you, regardless of where we are or who is in front of us.”

He flushed. “Anywhere, anytime?”

“Yes.” I punctuated the word with a crack of my whip.

He jerked, startled by the sound. “I’ll remember that, Sir,” he said.

As close as I was, the heat coming off him soaked through my clothes and into my body. He shivered, and it reverberated through every inch of my body. “Are you cold?” I asked.

“I’m fine, Sir.” The underlying tremor in his voice belied his calm demeanor, and he stayed tensed in anticipation of my next move. With him bound and waiting for my next touch, a heady thrill of power flowed through me.

If I stepped directly behind him, I was almost tall enough to notch my chin on the top of his head. The cologne he wore wafted up to me, and the dark scent beckoned me to come in closer.

Unable to resist temptation, I bowed my head to press my lips against his shoulder. He tasted salty from the light sheen of sweat, and the smell of his cologne mixing with his musk pushed me past the point of intelligent thought.

Without taking my mouth away from his delectable skin, I whispered, “These chains are also good for keeping you at my mercy. I can do anything I want, and there’s not much you can do to stop me.”

I expected him to stiffen against me in protest, but his eager cry came as a shock. “God, Drake, yes!” He shoved his hips back against me, the cleft of his arse sliding down my rock-hard prick.


****

Excerpt 2 - PG

Oblivious to my desire, he turned back to his suitcase and dragged out his tuxedo. “This party we’re going to tonight, it’s a black-tie ball, right?”

“Yes, it is.” I turned my back to him, trying my hardest to ignore how much my cock loved him nearly naked with just a scrap of cotton covering his bits.

“Do you think there will be dancing?”

God, I hoped not, because I was an awful dancer. Robbie would run away screaming from me if he saw me try to waltz. I mumbled something under my breath, hoping that would satisfy him.

He was persistent with his line of questioning, though. He let out a sigh. “What I’m trying to ask is…do you know how to dance?”

“Not really.”

“Maybe I should give you a quick lesson.”

Unable to hold back my horror, I groaned. “We don’t have to do that. It’s not a requirement to dance at this party, I’m sure.”

“No, it probably isn’t, but we aren’t supposed to be wallflowers either. We should try our hardest to fit in.”

“I’m six foot five, and you’re a redheaded royal. Do you really think we’re going to blend in?”


Author Bio: 
CEO by day, erotic romance writer by night, Lori Toland lives in Orlando where the summers are hot but the romance between her characters is even hotter. Writing since the tender age of 13, Lori somehow finds time to play video games and watch movies while taking care of her beloved cats and a husband who will forever be her hero.


Michelle's Review of Dangerous Submission
(Disclosure: I was provided a free copy of this e-book for the purpose of providing a fair and honest review)


I was intrigued by the premise of Dangerous Submission. British agents needing to attend an exclusive series of BDSM parties in order to find information on an important weapons shipment. Lord Robbie Covington, the hacker with the technical know-how to obtain the information, is new to BDSM and requires someone to protect him. Enter Drake Steele – an experienced agent and Dom, with skills required to protect and educate his new submissive.

I wasn’t disappointed.

Lori Toland’s writing was a pleasure to read on a number of levels. She has great technical skill, which I appreciated. Nothing pulls me out of a story more than typos in a book, especially if they are excessive, but I didn’t have that problem here. Ms. Toland’s story was an original take on the “co-workers forced to work in a sexually charged environment” theme and the tension between her heroes was fantastic. And lastly, the sex was hot! I don’t usually read MM, but I found I enjoyed this one more than others.

I only have a couple of criticisms, and they’re small and really more a matter of personal preference. The first was Drake’s habit of thinking how much he wanted to fuck Robbie. Not that it’s a problem for him to want that, and his desire is important to the tension, but to me it seemed to come out the same way every time and it could have been varied a bit. The other thing I found was that while I liked having all the threads tied up at the end, it seemed to go on a bit longer than I needed. But these are just little blips in what was, overall, a wonderful read.

Rating: ««««


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Tuesday, 12 March 2013

Drama Queens With Love Scenes One Day Blog Tour

Today I'm taking a break from my usual True Confessions feature for a one-day blog tour from author Kevin Klehr, whose book Drama Queens With Love Scenes features my guilty pleasure, gay men! And in celebration, you can enter the Rafflecopter Draw to win your very own copy of the book!


Synopsis:

Close friends Allan and Warwick are dead. They're not crazy about the idea so to help them deal with this dilemma are Samantha, a blond bombshell from the 1950s, and Guy, an insecure angel. 



They are soon drawn into the world of theatre - Afterlife style, with all the bitchiness, back-stabbing and ego usually associated with the mortal world. Allan also has a secret. He has a romantic crush on his friend, Warwick, but shortly after confiding in his new angel pal, his love interest falls for the cock-sure playwright, Pedro. 



Not only does Allan have to win the heart of his companion, he also has to grapple with the faded memory of how he actually died.

GR Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16111156-drama-queens-with-love-scenes
Video Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=GhHlCK9J-jM

Excerpt:

The music had become upbeat since we entered. Nellie gently swung her hips while one hand snapped in rhythm to the beatnik-like tune. The drummer and the guitarist played it hip in dark sunglasses, as if posing for a fashion shoot. The spiky haired bass player soulfully strummed his instrument like it was an extension of himself. I wanted to be his groupie ready to take on his deep throbbing melody.
Around us, groovy patrons found their swing. With arms waving and bodies gyrating, they crowded the floor.
“Is this jazz feel too cool for you, Guy?” I asked.
He propped his chin on both hands, staring at us through blurry eyes and gesturing more gracelessly as the orange liqueur took hold.
“In this state,” he mumbled without moving his jaw, “I could even listen to Barry Manilow.”
He downed his drink as if it was water waiting for a marathon runner.
“Come on guys,” I said. “There’s a party in full swing. Why aren’t we dancing?”
I shuffled my feet into the crowd, holding hands with my drinking companions. We oozed into the jumbled rhythmic pulse of the bodies twisting and spinning around us. There was no Warwick or Pedro here to make me sad, just a group of friendly strangers sharing the beat.
Guy created his own tempo as his hands clapped out of synch. Even his wings got into the act, making him look like a seagull caught in a fishing net. Maudi’s upper half gyrated back and forth, yet still poised like the cultivated lass she was.
I danced with them but somehow in my own space, wanting to shed my skin and take the joy of this party home with me, albeit with just the bass player. The primal pulse of his talents would inject the same life into me as he was to his instrument. We’d come alive, sweaty, breathless, ecstatic!
“Allan, darling,” said Maudi. She leaned over to my ear like Mata Hari about to share a password. “That bass player is sober. You are drunk.”
“So?”
“So if you approach him you’ll look like a sleazy rogue.”
“How did you know I was interested in him?”
“Sweetheart, nobody here can miss your unsavory curiosity. You’re slobbering over him like he’s a juicy peach.”
“And how I’d love to nibble on that peach. And that banana as well.”
“Dear, take the matter in your own hand. No one will get hurt.”
“What about friction rash?”
She shook her head. As she pulled away, Guy gazed at me, clawing his hand and purring like a tiger. Was he sending me up or saying he was horny as well? I considered it. My sex life was on life support, but would I go to hell for sleeping with an angel?
From that moment on, the rest of the soirée was a bit of a blur. I recall being chatted up by a sexy bald headed gent in a white safari suit, or at least I’d like to think he was chatting me up. Guy danced on one of the tables to a jazz version of “Shaft.” Hearing Nellie croon “Shaft” was equally bizarre. A dreamy guy was sung “Happy Birthday” while blowing out candles on a cake.  Some poor elder tripped backward onto the cake. I think a group of girls helped him scrape the baked delights from his shirt, but they seemed a little anorexic so perhaps they were just hungry. I believe a man was dancing in white boxers, or maybe he was a stripper?
“Here, try this.”
While my head was filled with delightfully twisted fantasies of me and the bass player, the birthday boy sidled up and shoved his finger in my mouth. Rich gooey white chocolate melted down my throat.
“Is that the sample pack?”
“If you play your cards right. Besides, I have a mad desire to show off my birthday suit.”
“Do I get to blow out the candle?”
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his moist lips. Our tongues swam, locking us to each other. An addiction I didn’t want to break. I could hear the bass urging me to take this man home. Its sensual strum wouldn’t lead me astray. But this man would, with all the right moves.


Author Bio:
Kevin lives with his long-term partner in their humble apartment (affectionately named Sabrina), in Australia’s own ‘Emerald City,’ Sydney.
From an early age Kevin had a passion for writing, jotting down stories and plays until it came time to confront puberty. After dealing with pimple creams and facial hair, Kevin didn’t pick up a pen again until he was in his thirties. His handwritten manuscript was being committed to paper when his social circumstances changed, giving him no time to write. Concerned, his partner, Warren, snuck the notebook out to a friend who in turn came back and demanded Kevin finish his novel. It wasn’t long before Kevin’s active imagination was let loose again.
His longest running passion is a weekly radio program he produces with Warren for local Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander station, Koori Radio. Since 2004 they have been discovering music, both new and old, and interviewing local artists and community leaders. Every Friday night, The Rhythm Divine is heard across Sydney and via the world wide web.
Author Contact Links:

Website: http://kevinklehr.com/
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4298144.Kevin_Klehr
Twitter: kevinklehr


Buy Links: http://www.amazon.com/Drama-Queens-With-Love-Scenes/dp/1936185903


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