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Sexy Sunday Snippet with Bonus Interview from Devon McCormack

25 Mar

Happy Sunday Lady Smutters. This week we’re here to please you with Kris Michaels’ guest post–an interview with Devon McCormack and a sexy snippet from his book, Jesse, from his BFF: Best Friend’s Father Series.

KRIS MICHAELS:  Readers, it is my pleasure to introduce Devon McCormack! He is one of the authors I stalk. His books are H.O.T., and the stories carry that delicious hotness through a myriad of situations that hook you until the very last page. If you haven’t read his work, do yourself a favor and hop onto Amazon and pick up one of his stories. You will not regret it! Enough fangirling! To the interview!

Hi, Devon! Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed for Lady Smut’s blog. I have some questions listed. As you know, or I assume you know, I’m a huge fan of your work.

DEVON MCCORMACK: Thank you so much! I’m thrilled to be on the blog today!

KRIS MICHAELS: Please, tell us a little something about you.

DEVON MCCORMACK: Oh, Jesus, where to begin? I’m thirty in Grindr years, but that’s all I’m saying there. I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my partner, who I affectionately dub as BF, and my little pooch, Brody. I’m an author, but the only thing my partner thinks I’m really writing is FB posts and comments all day long. LOL

KRIS MICHAELS: When was it that the thought struck you, ‘You know, I want to be a writer?’

DEVON MCCORMACK: I couldn’t tell you exactly when. I was writing as a kid, and I remember writing this really short story…I was probably like eight or nine…and I was like, “I need to get this published.” Of course, easier said than done. So I’ve been getting rejection slips from agents and publishers since way back then. And obviously, none of that was enough to discourage me.

KRIS MICHAELS: Do you write full time? What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

DEVON MCCORMACK: I am on my computer full-time, but I wish I could say that I was writing that much. 😉

As for my schedule, I typically wake up around 4-5AM, depending on how lazy I’m feeling. I might get up at like 5:30AM if I’m feeling sluggish. I’ll write from then to, say, 10AM. Then I have a long break until I hit the gym around 2PM. After that, I’ll write on until maybe 6 or 7PM. I take breaks, but I have a timer that I use to clock a certain number of hours. This is for my own solo work. If I have a collab going on at the same time with Riley Hart, then I have to do that during my day at some point as well.

KRIS MICHAELS: How long does it take you to write a book?

DEVON MCCORMACK: However long it takes. It varies, but I word-vomit the first draft and then go back and clean up the mess through extensive revisions, so not terribly long. I won’t let anything go beyond three months, though. If a book starts getting that difficult, it just needs to be tossed in the trash. Of course, if I felt like I was being productive and the project was going well but just taking a bit longer, I would pursue it. However, for me, a book usually doesn’t stretch out that long. I get very focused and just want to get to the end of the project as quickly as I can.

KRIS MICHAELS: When did you write your first book? What book was it? What did you learn writing it?

DEVON MCCORMACK: This is always an interesting question. I can never tell if people mean my first book ever or my first published book. If we’re going with that first novel, I was fifteen years old. It was this middle grade fantasy about a kid who enters this alternate world where he goes on all sorts of magical adventures, which was a ton of fun to write. I think the most important thing it taught me was that I could write a book from start to finish. It showed me that it just required a certain amount of discipline. Obviously I learned a lot of other things about creating characters, conveying information to a reader, and writing dialogue, but just knowing that I could get the damn thing done was a good first step.

After that, I have a drawer full of books that will never see the light of day. But my first published book I wrote back in 2012-2013. It was called Clipped, and it was just this crazy paranormal adventure where I did pretty much whatever I wanted. That taught me that sometimes I just need to say, “Fuck it,” and do my own thing, which is what I typically do when I’m writing. I can stress about people hating that stuff later on.

KRIS MICHAELS: What drew you to writing romance?

DEVON MCCORMACK: I’d always been a big romance reader, so I think it came very naturally. I worked at. Borders bookstore in college, and I would sneak Ellora’s Cave titles into the breakroom because those were just so delicious. They made me feel so naughty and deviant…and at the time, those covers were fucking wild.

But when I started writing, I was actually working on more erotic titles…with some young adult projects as well…go figure. I think it was like 2015 when I started to really get into romance. Mostly, that was because I had some personal things going on that made me want some HEAs in my life. It was such a wonderful experience, and I fell in love with how much I could delve into my characters and explore their relationships. People interest me, and romance is the perfect platform for analyzing the human condition…our insecurities, fears, weaknesses, values, strengths, and proclivities. Plus, I love sex in books, and I can write as much as I want in romance. 😉

KRIS MICHAELS: Where do you get your ideas for your books?

DEVON MCCORMACK: Usually, I’ll be thinking on some random thing and I’ll be like, “Ooh, that interests me!” Today, even while writing this, I got an idea for something that I can’t start on right at this moment, but just sort of reflecting on a situation in my life, this idea for these two guys came to me and I thought, “I can do something with this!”

KRIS MICHAELS: What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

DEVON MCCORMACK: The threads that run through most, if not all, of them. They show what I’m interested in exploring and learning more about. For instance, mental illness is something I really like to write about. It’s something I personally enjoy researching, so it makes sense that it comes up often, but I don’t think I would have thought much about it if I hadn’t written enough books to be able to look back and notice that thread running through a lot of them.

And then there are little things. I’ll notice them in two or three books, and I’ll think, “Weird that there are these similarities between these projects. I wonder what that says about me?”

KRIS MICHAELS: What do you think makes a good story?

DEVON MCCORMACK: Something that keeps me, as a reader, engaged. I don’t know, though. A lot of that is about tastes. A story that engages me is awful to another reader, and a book someone else adores will be meh to me. I just want something that keeps me turning the pages.

KRIS MICHAELS: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

DEVON MCCORMACK: And when is this non-writing time happening? LOL I’m probably hitting the gym or going for a jog, because gotta get that shit in! (And I believe that about other areas of my life, too, but let’s not be dirty 😉 ). I don’t know…I like going out with friends or just binge-watching new music videos on Youtube. Nothing very exciting.

KRIS MICHAELS: How many books have you written?

DEVON MCCORMACK: Just enough. 😉

KRIS MICHAELS: In your writing career, what has been your biggest accomplishment?

DEVON MCCORMACK: I self-published my first novel, Clipped, and I would say taking that risk…that willingness to just go for it, is probably the moment I’m most proud of. I was obsessed with traditional publishing back then. I submitted every book to agents and publishers…to no avail. And to be willing to put myself out there, without the sanction of someone else saying what I’d created was good, that took a lot of pushing past mental demons. It wasn’t a particularly easy road after that, but I pushed on and I just kept facing the obstacles as they presented themselves, and I’m thrilled that I did.

KRIS MICHAELS: Have you ever had a moment where you sat back and looked at your accomplishments and felt content with where you are and what you are doing? If so, what was that moment?

DEVON MCCORMACK: I’m not a particularly content person, and I always feel like I’m moving on to the next thing before I have a chance to enjoy the thing that came before it. I’ve certainly had moments where I appreciated what was happening, but content…IDK…that feels like something I’ve never really felt about anything in my life. Occasionally, I might have three minutes where I’m in the middle of a particularly juicy sex scene, and I’ll stop and have this big smile on my face and think, “Damn, I’m lucky.” But that’s about it. Hahahaha.

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Book blurb:

A beach vacay with my best bud since college seems like the perfect opportunity to relax, catch some rays, and enjoy a couple of nights on the town. When I find a girl who’s eager to mess around with me, I figure I’ve got it made.

Then I meet the intense, hot-as-hell, tattooed Eric Westright, who wrecks my world…in the best possible way.

He awakens something within me-something that’s always been here, but that’s never pulled so powerfully…not until I looked into those solemn blue eyes and felt the red-hot spark of his touch.

There’s something about this chemistry that’s so intoxicating, and the more I get to know him, the harder it becomes for me to resist these impulses that overtake me-that leave me wanting him to show me what it feels like to have a man inside me.

I know he’s fighting too. It’s so wrong, but every kiss, every caress, every stroke feels so right. We shouldn’t act on these urges, but we can’t help ourselves.

First he claims my body, then he claims my heart.

And before I know it, I’m in too deep with my best friend’s father…

*BFF is a steamy romance, but one of the main characters has a painful past that may act as a trigger for some people. Readers are invited to check out the complete trigger warning on the copyright page, which can be viewed by clicking on the “Look Inside” preview or by downloading the sample. These triggers contain spoilers for the novel.

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Book excerpt:

I glance myself over in the floor-length mirror, inspecting my profile to see how I look in the swimming trunks I’m wearing. I face forward, flexing my six-pack, appreciating the effort I made to lose a couple of pounds before our Puerto Vallarta vacation. It’s nice seeing the definition in my torso as well as some good bulk in my chest and biceps.

I run my hand through my dark-brown hair and then I hear, “Ooh, look who’s feeling conceited in that suit.”

Ty steps out of the changing room in a polka-dotted Speedo, surely noticing that I’m basically checking myself out in the mirror, something he’s done quite a few times since we got to the swimsuit designer’s boutique. We’ve been trying on different cuts and designs for close to half an hour, helping the designer, Julio, get an idea of the type of suit we want.

It’s kind of weird getting a designer swimsuit with Ty. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have half the clothes hanging in my closet, mainly because I’m not as interested in clothes shopping as he is.

“Whatever,” I say.

Ty comes up behind me and slaps my ass. “Looking good, looking good,” he teases.

I roll my eyes. “It’s kind of girly,” I say, assessing the bright fuchsia suit.

“The girlier you wear, the more masculine you look,” Ty explains. “Trust me, it’s a thing.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I say as he inspects his ass in the Speedo he has on. The sunlight entering through the bay window shimmers off Ty’s sandy-blond hair, which matches the bit of scruff he’s grown since we’ve been on vacation. With killer abs he’s never had an issue maintaining with a sit-up here or there, I don’t deny he looks hot in the suit.

“That’s always been a thing,” he insists. “If you wear something that looks very feminine, then the odds are people are going to think you must be super masculine to be trying to pull it off.”

“Or assume I want a dick in my mouth,” I add.

Not that it would be entirely untrue or that I haven’t felt that way about guys in my life, but I don’t need to wear a fucking banner to let the world know I get a little confused about all that from time to time.

“He might have a point there,” Julio says with a smile as he folds his arms. He stands off to the side, watching us try on the suits, seeming to enjoy the show.

Ty shakes his head. “Whatever. Julio, I’m not loving this. What else you got?”

Here we go…

We try on a few more before we each buy one. Then we head back to Ty’s dad’s condo.

It’s a few miles from Julio’s swimsuit boutique, so we take a cab. As we get in, Ty’s phone pings, and he checks it.

“It’s Mandy,” he says, a sparkle in his eyes.

Last night, we ran into some college-age kids who are here for a couple of weeks, same as us. They were a fun group to get hammered with. Ty hit on this girl named Mandy while I chatted up her friend Dana.

“Oh really?” I ask. “And what does Mandy want?”

“She and her friends are having a party tonight at the house they’re renting.”

“I’m game.”

“You’re game?” he asks. “What the fuck do you mean you’re game? You can’t tell me you don’t want to get all up on Dana. I saw the way you were hitting on her.”

“She was nice, but I think you were a little more into Mandy than I was into Dana.”

He rolls his eyes. “Seriously. You need to relax and get some.”

“I’m not looking for that. I just finished things with Whitney, so the last thing I need right now is to be chasing girls around.”

“That’s definitely not the last thing you need.”

I chuckle. “Okay, I get what you mean, but, Ty, I’m enjoying being single.”

“The whole point of being single is that you get to have sex with whoever you want.”

“I don’t want to hook up,” I tell Ty.

“Come on. It’ll be like our Georgia Tech days.”

“Even back then, I wasn’t having sex like you were. I was going on dates. You remember what those are? Like actually getting to know girls? The whole pickup scene isn’t my thing.”

“You are too hot for that.”

“It’s called making a connection. Actually giving a shit about a person.”

“Whatever. Sounds boring to me.” Although, I can tell by the expression on his face that he’s just giving me a hard time. “But promise me you’ll get some action while you’re here. I don’t want to believe you wasted AMEX points and came all the way here from Atlanta just so you can get skin cancer and maybe a bacterial infection from drinking the water.”

I laugh. “Shut the fuck up.”

When we get back to his dad’s condo, as we walk through the front door, I’m blown away by the designer furnishings, decor, and artwork. Every time we step in, I’m reminded suddenly I’m in a rich person’s place.

On the other side of the living area, two sliding glass doors lead onto a balcony overlooking the bay. It’s the sort of place I would never be able to have access to if it wasn’t for Ty and his bougie life because of his family.

Not that I do badly with my job, but that’s not how I grew up—I was bouncing around from foster family to foster family, none of whom had a place even comparable to this. And it’s definitely not like my apartment now, so it’s a stark change from what I’ve always been used to.

“That’s weird,” Ty says. “I thought we hit the lights before we left.”

I’m not sure if he’s right, but as we look around, I hear a sound coming from inside one of the guest bedrooms.

“Eric, that you?” Ty asks.

We approach the bedroom, and I hear the sound of running water, which stops abruptly. A moment passes before someone comes around the corner from the bathroom.

I’ve never met Ty’s dad before. They didn’t even meet until Ty was sixteen, and from what Ty’s told me, their relationship isn’t the best. In fact, I think the only reason his dad lets him hang here is to make up for how he wasn’t there for him when he was a kid.

The guy looks like he’s in his early forties. He has a cut body, decorated with a dark, navy-colored sleeve tat that runs up his arm and across his left pec. The design is elaborate, though I can’t make out what it’s of. Jet-black hair, a stark contrast to Ty’s sandy-blond locks, falls across his forehead as it drips with water, which runs down his face, through a half an inch or so of neatly-groomed scruff that covers his sharp jawline.

He wraps a towel around his waist as he heads toward us, and for a moment—too brief a moment—I get a glimpse of his massive cock.

Holy fuck.

I can’t deny the stiffening erection in my jeans. He’s a hot man. It’s rare that I meet a guy I get the hots for, but he’s definitely one who gets me going, and I feel guilty as fuck that it’s with my best friend’s father.

Get your copy of Jesse now at Amazon.

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Devon McCormack spends most of his time hiding in his lair, adventuring in paranormal worlds with his island of misfit characters. A good ole Southern boy, McCormack grew up in the Georgian suburbs with his two younger brothers and an older sister. At a very young age, he spun tales the old fashioned way, lying to anyone and everyone he encountered. He claimed he was an orphan. He claimed to be a king from another planet. He claimed to have supernatural powers. He has since harnessed this penchant for tall tales by crafting whole worlds where he can live out whatever fantasy he chooses.

Devon’s body of work ranges from erotica to young adult, so readers should check the synopses of his books before purchasing so that they know what they’re getting into.

You can find Devon on Facebook and Twitter.

Sexy Sunday Snippet: Switching Places by Morticia Knight

11 Mar

You are in for a treat! This Sunday we have a bit from Switching Places, Book 8 in Morticia Knight’s Kiss of Leather Series.

Kiss of Leather Series:

Kiss of Leather is the pet project of close friends and Doms, Gavin, Derek and Josh. As business partners, they envision the gay BDSM club to be the premiere destination for both demonstrations and play in not only Los Angeles, but the entire country. Designed to attract the most elite of players, Kiss of Leather is built from the ground up to their exact specifications.

Take a peek behind the gates which guard Kiss of Leather. It’s the club that promises a completely decadent experience to stimulate your senses – and that leads unsuspecting Masters and subs to their Happily Ever Afters.

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Book Blurb:

Tai has hit a wall in life. From all outward appearances, he’s the guy who has everything—looks, personality and money. But the modeling gigs are drying up and he still hasn’t found that special someone to call his own. The part-time work at Kiss of Leather is quickly becoming full-time to prevent the drain on his dream-business savings.

Elliot fell for the stunning Tai from almost the moment he met him. If he wasn’t so self-conscious about the weight he’s recently put on, maybe he could work up the nerve to make a move. However, not only is he a virgin who’s never done a scene before working in a BDSM club, but he’s also sure that Tai has a thing for Master Lucas. There’s no way he could ever compete with the handsome silver fox.

When Master Lucas confesses to Tai that he doesn’t only see him as a hookup and offers him a contract, there are a ton of considerations. They both realize that serious compromises would have to be made for them to have a relationship. But what if they found a third, a sub who could bottom for Tai and also do TPE with Master Lucas? Once the idea takes hold, Tai knows just the perfect boy for them both. Even better? He’s right there at Kiss of Leather, and Tai can’t wait for Elliot to turn them all into a throuple.

Book Excerpt:

Tai wishes Master Lucas wasn’t such an adamant Top, but he’s also crushing on the sweetly submissive Elliot. Could he have it both ways?

Lucas sauntered into the living room, flicking his gaze to the thermostat as he passed by to verify the temperature would remain cool enough, then reached the burgundy micro suede circular sofa that was the centerpiece of his sunken living room. The main theme was white, but the sofa, two round side chairs and the drapes were the color of deep red wine. He dropped onto the couch next to Tai, where he was flipping through his phone.

Lucas cleared his throat. “Do you suppose I could have your full attention?”

Tai widened his eyes, then tossed his phone onto the glass topped burl wood coffee table, the fake fur case keeping the clatter to a minimum. “Oops, sorry. Got distracted while you were in the kitchen.” Tai scooted closer. “But I didn’t get to finish my story yet.”

Tai had been in the middle of an animated tale on their walk back from the restaurant that involved a battle between him and his condo management company.

“I apologize.” Lucas angled his body toward Tai. “I suppose I was distracted right now as well. Tell me the rest.”

“Well, as I was saying, I have to move everything to the other side of the room for this shit, this improvement project, and I haven’t even finished putting the room together the way I wanted it yet!”

Lucas regarded Tai with amusement. “You’ve been at your new place for how long? A few months?”

Tai threw his hands in the air. “I know, right? That’s barely any time to get anything done. Now I have to undo what little progress I’ve made, make a mess and start all over.” He crossed his arms, sticking his bottom lip out. “So annoying.”

“I agree it’s annoying—”

Tai jumped in his lap and wrapped his arms around Lucas’ neck. “See? I knew you’d understand. Let’s fuck. I’ll go first.”

Lucas snorted out a laugh. “And subs accuse me of not being romantic. However, you cut me off before I could finish. It is annoying, but you brought it on yourself.”

Tai eyes widened as his jaw went slack. “Shut your mouth! I did not!”

Lucas had embraced Tai the moment he’d landed on him, so he kept a tight hold even if Tai was in the process of trying to wriggle away.

“Sit still for a moment, boy. Talk to me.” Lucas kept his tone even, but not commanding. He wouldn’t order any sub to share their feelings if they were set against it—that needed to come from them organically. He wasn’t against some strong encouraging, however.

“Why should I? You clearly don’t understand the situation.”

“Then help me to understand why it’s the management company’s fault that you haven’t handled the mess in your condo yet?”

Tai narrowed his eyes as if trying to determine whether Lucas was being sincere or sarcastic. “Well…I didn’t say it was their fault, per se. Just that it was really annoying.”

Lucas rubbed Tai’s back with one hand while still hanging on to him with the other. He didn’t know why the switch with such a big personality brought out such a need in him for more than sex or a scene. “So, what you’re really saying is that you’re irritated with yourself for not taking care of your clutter, but that the management company is an easy target because they’ve already wronged you in other ways.”

Tai struggled against him again, but with much less vigor. “I am not. I merely… They… You see…” He pressed his lips together. “The offer to fuck is off the table, mister. I don’t need more aggravation in my life right now.”

“How about more kissing?”

Before Tai had the chance to protest, Lucas claimed his mouth, pushing his tongue past Tai’s lips. They’d only kissed one other time, early on, and it had been scary enough that Lucas had avoided it ever since then. Tai hadn’t complained, so Lucas always wondered if it had been scary for him too. He rarely kissed men he was playing with, so he surprised himself by the move.

But Tai tasted so good, smelled so enticing. Lucas could breathe him in all day and lose himself in the man who refused to be a sub the way he needed. If only… He would rock Tai’s world. Cherish and keep him, not break his spirit at all if Tai would just give him the chance. But Tai remained adamant that he needed to dominate too. The situation left them at an unfortunate impasse as a pair.

Tai had yielded to him, though, and he took it as a good sign in a bad way. If Tai felt the connection between them the same way he did, then what sort of trouble were they setting themselves up for when they both knew they could never work in the long run?

They both finally broke for air. “Oh, all right. We can fuck.” Tai smiled at him with a glint in his eye. “Just don’t be a big meanie anymore.”

Lucas chuckled and pecked Tai on the nose. “Never.” He cleared his throat, wondering if he was about to set Tai off again. But it might work… “Have you ever thought about D/s, having a full-time Master?”

Tai gave him an exaggerated eyeroll and smirked. “What do you think?”

Lucas popped him on the butt. “Now, now. If you need a spanking, all you have to do is ask for it nicely.”

Tai wrinkled his nose. “Of what use is a nice spanking?”

“True. But you’re avoiding my question.”

Tai batted his eyelashes. It was something that had always annoyed Lucas when subs would use it on him. But for whatever reason, he found it adorable when Tai did it.

“What question was that again?” Tai ground his hardened cock into Lucas’ groin.

Lucas whacked him harder on his ass. “If you don’t want to talk right now, that’s fine. However, I’m not going to be a party to letting you use sex as a distraction from having a reasonable discussion regarding something I’m serious about.”

“Sorry. I just thought you weren’t into all that TPE stuff, so I guess I’m confused.”

Lucas nodded. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. While I’m glad I joined Kiss of Leather, I’ve realized that I’m at the point in my life where chasing after a different sub every night is not my thing anymore.” He let out a sigh. “I just turned forty-five. In my younger days, TPE was what I would pursue when seeking out a partner. But the demands of my career made it too difficult to do right by my subs.” Lucas trailed his fingers along Tai’s shoulder. “Over the years, I made do with scenes and visiting clubs. Kept it simple. But not only am I done with chasing young subs around, I’m ready to build a life with someone, someone who I can see myself growing old with. And now that my company has reached the point where I can afford a management team? I’d like to explore a power exchange relationship again.”

Tai regarded him intently, his brow knitted as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “Damn. Can’t say I was expecting that. But…” Tai’s frown deepened, his eyes glimmering. “You know that would never work between us, right?”

Lucas swallowed around the lump in his throat. Even if Tai could be a drama queen and indulge in knee-jerk reactions, he did have a certain emotional maturity to him that Lucas found pleasing. Tai was a dichotomy that added up to an exciting, enjoyable and sexy package, and Lucas hated the idea that they would likely go off and find other partners. He only hoped it would be later instead.

Switching Places is out now and you can get your copy from Amazon US, Amazon UK, and Barnes & Noble.

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Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s been fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists, along with two titles receiving recognition from the Rainbow Book Awards. Morticia currently resides on the beautiful northern Oregon coast.

Find and follow her on Facebook and Amazon.

Sexy Sunday Snippet: An Actor’s Guide to Romance by Catherine Curzon & Eleanor Harkstead

18 Feb

Happy Sunday Sexies! This week we have some hotness from Catherine Curzon’s single title pairing, An Actor’s Guide to Romance.

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Book Blurb:

For twenty years, Adam Fisher and Thomas Fox have been the best of enemies. From their first meeting at drama school to shared stages, shared bills and a competition to amass the most illustrious awards, they have been the names on every theatregoers’ lips. Separately they can sell out an entire run in an hour, so when they’re cast as lovers in London’s hottest new play, the tickets are gone in minutes.

But for rakish Adam and gentlemanly Thomas, the small matter of their first on-stage kiss is causing a headache for everyone. Over a bottle of wine on one rainy night in the city, these two acting legends will do whatever it takes to banish their first-night nerves. After all, as everyone knows, the show must go on!

Excerpt:

This was more than the script called for, more than their history of arguments and jibes and rivalry called for too, and it was Adam who broke the kiss first. He gazed at Thomas through eyes that shone with desire, his lips parted in a perfect, tempting pout.

“The first time I read the script,” he purred, “I thought how much better it would’ve been if they went to bed at this point, don’t you think? Our brave young playwright missed a trick there.”

Thomas panted, trying and failing to make sense of what had just happened. And what Adam was saying. Bed?

He rested the tip of his nose against Adam’s, staring into those beautiful blue eyes, his mouth fallen open as if the kiss had robbed him of the power of speech.

Since Thomas was an actor, the silence didn’t last long.

“I think you’re right. Damn right.” Thomas swallowed, grinning as he stroked Adam’s back. “What this play needs is a love scene. A proper one with naked, tangled limbs…” He brushed his lips against Adam’s. “Lots of sighing… Perhaps a headboard banging against a wall as well. Do you agree?”

“The way I see it, we need to really work through this tension between us.” Adam nodded gravely. “Twenty years of rivalry haven’t done it, so we could just see if a very sweaty, very dramatic fuck achieves what awards and curtain calls can’t. You might still hate me at the end of it, but you’ll be very happy at the same time.”

“I’m pretty happy now, to be honest.” Thomas brought his other hand between their bodies and cupped it over the bulge of Adam’s erection. “As are you, I notice. Now—if my co-star wouldn’t mind leading the way to the bedroom, we can get this love scene blocked out properly.”

“This is a one-time, gala performance. A royal command, if you like. One night only.” Adam took Thomas by the hand and led him from the sitting room. They passed along a hallway decorated with bright oiled canvasses showing splashes of color and seaside scenes, alongside vintage posters of long-since-forgotten productions. Then he pushed open a doorway and told Thomas, “After you!”

Adam’s white, metal-framed bed was heaped with quilts and cushions and Thomas wanted to grab Adam and dive at it with him in his arms. It looked antique, like the rest of the furniture, complementing the busy William Morris wallpaper.

“What a glorious room for a romp!”

“I remember how you hated my digs at RADA—you said they looked like a Turkish brothel!” Adam laughed and turned to the dresser. He took a cigarette lighter and ignited it, touching the flame to the candles that stood there, each as irregular as the next. “I’m still embracing Turkish brothel chic, though it’s a lot less damp these days!”

Just as Adam spoke, the rain began to fall hard against the windows and hiss against the sill outside.

“That rain tells me that we’re still in London.” Thomas bent to loosen his shoelaces. He kicked off his brogues and pulled off his socks. “But Turkish brothel—oh, yes, perfect for our daring actors as they explore the inner depths of their characters.”

“This doesn’t make us friends, you know, or lovers. It just means we get all that unhealthy competition out.” Thomas wasn’t sure who Adam was trying to convince, but from the need he felt and the outline of Adam’s erection in his linen trousers, it wasn’t working. “Then a simple on-stage kiss will be no challenge.”

“Oh, of course, Adam—this is textbook Stanislavski.” He began to unbutton his shirt with one hand and caught Adam around the waist with the other. “Always go to bed with other members of the cast. Even barmy old Brecht recommends it.”

Was that sarcastic enough? Thomas wondered, as he ghosted his lips across Adam’s cheek and brought them to settle on his mouth again. He felt Adam’s hands brush against his own to take over unbuttoning his shirt, felt the fabric fall away and those same palms brushing over his naked chest.

“The curtain rises,” Adam whispered against his lips. “The moon hangs low above the horizon.”

Then, his voice trailing into a breath, Adam abandoned Chekhov in favor of another kiss, even as he eased Thomas’ shirt from his shoulders and let it whisper onto the floor.

Still deep in their kiss, Thomas popped open the buttons of Adam’s shirt one by one. He slid his hand between the folds of fabric and took Adam’s hardened nipple between finger and thumb. He felt the heat of his rival’s—no—his lover’s breath, heard the hint of a whimper deep in his throat before Adam gasped, “You’ve found my weak spot, you old fox.”

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Catherine Curzon  is a historian of 18th century royalty. Her work has been featured on many platforms and she has also spoken at venues across the UK. She lives in Yorkshire atop a ludicrously steep hill.

Eleanor Harkstead likes to dash about in nineteenth-century costume, in bonnet or cravat as the mood takes her. Eleanor lives somewhere in the Midlands with a large ginger cat who resembles a Viking.

For the Love of the M/M Erotic Romance Genre

26 May

by Elizabeth SaFleur

My first Male-Male (M/M) erotic romance was Joey W. Hill’s Rough Canvas. The story of Thomas and Marcus will always have a place in my heart, and not just because the story is hot as Hades. At some point in the story, I lost sight of the character’s gender and simply relished in their journey. This book proves #LoveIsLove and started my quest for more M/M stories.

When his father dies, Thomas is forced to abandon a burgeoning art career in New York. As difficult as it was to give up his lifelong dream, it’s nothing next to walking away from the man he loves. Marcus taught him to embrace who he is, a sexual submissive who responds to the touch of only one Master. But why would the sophisticated Marcus need some farm kid from the South?

Then Marcus shows up and offers him a way to continue his art career and help his family. There’s only one hitch – he asks Thomas to spend a week with him in the Berkshires. Thomas knows he should refuse. But he’s never been able to say no to his Master.

But, somewhere along the lines, life took over and I didn’t pick up another M/M for some time. This isn’t because I didn’t want to, just chalk up my lack of M/M reading to general life overwhelm.

So, I asked a large Facebook group with a lot of M/M erotic romance lovers this question: What is the one book someone should read when seeking to explore the M/M erotic romance for the first time? Below are few names that came up a lot. I mean, a lot-a lot.

I haven’t read these titles yet, but they’ve been added to my TBR pile.

  1. Cambria Hebert. Her books Rev and Blur were named, specifically.

Trent Mask puts the REV in revolution.

A line has been drawn.
Indie vs Pro
Here at GearShark, we’re straddling that line to bring you exclusive coverage of what some have dubbed the war of racing.
Every war starts with a spark and ends in revolution.
Drew Forrester was the spark,
but his second-in-command is the REVolution.
What does it take to stand brave in the face of opposition?
Resolve of steel…
Stubborn will…
And a heart that refuses to give up.
It isn’t just the drivers in this war.
The revolution is about more than just racing.
It’s about shattering labels and taking risks.
So we asked Trent Mask: Truth or Dare?
His answer?
Both.

  1. Kindle Alexander. Specifically, Always. Given how many awards it’s received, no wonder! 

Favorite All-Time M/M Romance 2015 Member Choice Awards Goodreads
Book of the Year 2014 Member Choice Awards Goodreads MM Romance
Book of the Year 2014 Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews
LGBT Book of the Year 2015 eLit Awards

Born to a prestigious political family, Avery Adams plays as hard as he works. The gorgeous, charismatic attorney is used to getting what he wants, even the frequent one-night stands that earn him his well-deserved playboy reputation. When some of the most prominent men in politics suggest he run for senate, Avery decides the time has come to follow in his grandfather’s footsteps. With a strategy in place and the campaign wheels rolling, Avery is ready to jump on the legislative fast track, full steam ahead. But no amount of planning prepares him for the handsome, uptight restaurateur who might derail his political future.

Easy isn’t even in the top thousand words to describe Kane Dalton’s life after his father, a devout Southern Baptist minister, kicks him out of the family home for questioning his sexual orientation. Despite all the rotten tomatoes life throws his way, Kane makes something of himself. Between owning a thriving upscale Italian restaurant in the heart of downtown Minneapolis and managing his long-term boyfriend, his plate is full. He struggles to get past the teachings of his childhood to fully accept his sexuality and rid himself of the doubts brought on by his religious upbringing. The last thing he needs is the yummy, sophisticated, blond-haired distraction sitting at table thirty-four.

3. Sloane Kennedy – Her Protectors series was recommended.

 But what I felt most was the perfection of what these two men were giving me. And I knew in that moment that I would do anything to keep it. Anything. –Cole

After four years abroad, artist Jonas Davenport has come home to start building his dream of owning his own art studio and gallery. But just as he’s ready to put the darkness of his past behind him forever, it comes roaring back with a vengeance.

The only thing keeping ex-cop Mace Calhoun from eating his own gun after an unthinkable loss is his role in an underground syndicate that seeks to get justice for the innocent by taking the lives of the guilty. Ending the life of the young artist who committed unspeakable crimes against the most vulnerable of victims should have been the easiest thing in the world. So why can’t he bring himself to pull the trigger?

After years of fighting in an endless, soul-sucking war, Navy SEAL Cole Bridgerton has come home to fight another battle – dealing with the discovery that the younger sister who ran away from home eight years earlier is lost to him forever. He needs answers and the only person who can give them to him is a young man struggling to put his life back together. But he never expected to feel something more for the haunted artist.

Cole and Mace. One lives by the rules, the other makes his own. One seeks justice through the law while the other seeks it with his gun. Two men, one light, one dark, will find themselves and each other when they’re forced to stand side by side to protect Jonas from an unseen evil that will stop at nothing to silence the young artist forever.

But each man’s scars run deep and even the strength of three may not be enough to save them…

4. Mary Calmes. This cover and title alone begged for one-clicking.

Deputy US Marshal Miro Jones has a reputation for being calm and collected under fire. These traits serve him well with his hotshot partner, Ian Doyle, the kind of guy who can start a fight in an empty room. In the past three years of their life-and-death job, they’ve gone from strangers to professional coworkers to devoted teammates and best friends. Miro’s cultivated blind faith in the man who has his back… faith and something more.

As a marshal and a soldier, Ian’s expected to lead. But the power and control that brings Ian success and fulfillment in the field isn’t working anywhere else. Ian’s always resisted all kinds of tied down, but having no home—and no one to come home to—is slowly eating him up inside. Over time, Ian has grudgingly accepted that going anywhere without his partner simply doesn’t work. Now Miro just has to convince him that getting tangled up in heartstrings isn’t being tied down at all.

5. Riley Hart. Yes, please.

Oliver Hayes wears his heart on his sleeve, and his friends never let him forget it. Every Friday night spent at Wild Side, their favorite West Hollywood bar, Oliver’s lack of hookups becomes the hot topic. It’s not that he doesn’t want a good time. He just wants it to mean something, which is a lofty goal when he’s still pining after his childhood crush, Matt, who left ten years ago to start a new life in New York City.

Matt Daniels has always felt most at home seated at a piano. He might not have entirely fit in with his family and friends, but he was always able to find himself in music. Or at least he did before he gave up his dream a lifetime ago. Now, he has a successful modeling career and should be enjoying every second of it. Yet nothing feels right, and Matt fears he’s losing himself.

Just when Oliver decides to get over Matt for good, Matt waltzes back into LA. As Matt struggles to understand what he’s missing in his seemingly perfect life, he falls right back into leaning on Oliver for support. Things aren’t what they used to be between them, though. They tumble into bed together, and it’s hard not to continue ending up there. For the first time in years, Matt’s inspired to compose again, reigniting a spark he thought long extinguished.

But as always, Oliver can’t keep his heart in check, and soon Matt realizes he’s gone for Oliver too. The biggest question is, can he fully give himself to someone if he still hasn’t figured out how to love himself?

6. Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy. Mmmmm….

They don’t play for the same team. Or do they?

Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wise-cracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were eighteen? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.

Ryan Wesley’s biggest regret is coaxing his very straight friend into a bet that pushed the boundaries of their relationship. Now, with their college teams set to face off at the national championship, he’ll finally get a chance to apologize. But all it takes is one look at his longtime crush, and the ache is stronger than ever.

Jamie has waited a long time for answers, but walks away with only more questions-
can one night of sex ruin a friendship? If not, how about six more weeks of it? When Wesley turns up to coach alongside Jamie for one more hot summer at camp, Jamie has a few things to discover about his old friend…and a big one to learn about himself.

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In no way is this the definitive list.  But it’s a start! As usual, I thought it would be easy to identify. Not so. Many great authors who write in the M/M genre exist. Other authors whose names were raised by our “non-scientific but can-totally-be-trusted” group are listed below. Many of these authors write both M/F and M/M, are best-sellers and have won awards. But they most definitely won reader’s hearts as their names were raised as “must-read.”

Alanea Alder
Kris Michaels
Lucy Lennox
JJ Harper
Annabeth Albert
Felice Stevens
Seth King
Golden Czermak
Ella Frank
Nicole Edwards
Amy Lane
Rhys Ford
TJ Klune
Damon Suede
Aimee Nicole Walker
AE Via
Amber Kell
Cardeno C.
Carol Lynne
Kele Moon
Annabella Michaels
Faith Gibson
Aria Grace
Devon McCormack
Samantha A. Cole
Lucy Lennox

Let us know what you think. Do you have a favorite M/M book we should know about? Hit us up in the comments so we all may grow our TBR mountains.

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Elizabeth SaFleur writes contemporary erotic romance and she’s not afraid to get graphic about it  — “it” being the sex, the BDSM or Washington, DC society, which she regularly features in her series, the Elite Doms of Washington. Join her Sexy, Saucy, Sometimes Naughty exclusive reader’s group or follow her on Bookbub and Amazon.

Check out her latest book, LUCKY, where our heroine learns
when a man tell you who he is, believe him.

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