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Book Title: Blink: MM
Supernatural Suspense

Author: Morgan
Brice

Publisher: Darkwind
Press

Cover Artist: Lou
Harper

Release Date: September 2,
2021

Genres: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy M/M Romance, action/adventure,
romantic suspense

Tropes: Second chance love,
hurt/comfort, true soulmates, psychic, medium, witches, ghosts, haunted theater, Mafia,
mobsters, ex-cop, ex-Interpol, resort town, starting over

Themes: Learning to trust, taking a chance, making a commitment, daring
to dream, letting go of the past, being haunted by the past, established relationship,
ex-cop/PI, former art fraud investigator, mobsters, medium with a ghostly lover, haunted
theater, awesome and heroic food truck, mystery, cold case

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 65 000 words/228
pages

It is part of series but could be read as a stand alone. It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Ghosts always
remember. Mobsters never forget.

Blurb

Erik Mitchell helped Interpol bust cartels, oligarchs, and
spoiled billionaires for art fraud. As an undercover cop, Ben Nolan helped bring down a
Newark crime family. Now Erik and Ben have started over in Cape May, leaving their
danger-filled jobs behind them, excited about a fresh start and their new
relationship.

Plans to renovate a historic old theater stir up dangerous
ghosts and revive interest in unsolved Mob hits. The curse of a murdered witch strikes a
close friend, old movie props reveal clues to long-ago crimes, and a shakedown scheme
sends Ben’s cousin running for cover.

Time is running out to lift the curse. The Russian Mob
wants revenge on Erik, and the Newark Mob is gunning for Ben. A grieving ghost seeks
justice. Secrets, lies, and deception unravel in the blink of an eye.

Erik and Ben were planning for happily ever after. But
unless they can outwit witches, wraiths, and wise guys, they could go down in a hail of
gunfire and a blast of dark magic—and see their plans go up in smoke.

Blink is a suspenseful MM paranormal romance
mystery-adventure filled with second chance love, hurt/comfort, true soulmates, awesome
food trucks, dangerous secrets, restless ghosts, psychic visions, powerful witches, angry
mobsters, and a very haunted theater.

Excerpt

“Hi everyone. Are we going in?” A dark-haired woman in her early forties with olive skin and
black hair sauntered up, dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. Alessia Mason always seemed
calm and controlled, but now she clearly radiated excitement at the possibility of glimpsing
the old theater.

Alessia owned the Spirit of the Sea gift shop and had married into one of the old Cape May
families, but right now what mattered most was her role as the head of the local coven and
the powerful magic she had inherited from her Sicilian mother.

“Right this way,” Jaxon said, brandishing the key. “The Arts Council officially owns the
building, so we don’t even have to sneak in.”

He unlocked the door to the convenience store, which was a shell of its past self. All of the

fixtures had been sold off, but the faded signage around the top of the walls remained,
directing customers toward soft drinks, sundries, and restrooms.

They followed him inside, and Jaxon locked the door behind them. Then they headed
toward the back, past the break room and offices to an unmarked door.

“The store was here for over twenty years, and most people never knew that the Regent
Theater lay behind it,” Jaxon said. He gestured toward the area they had just navigated.

“Imagine coming through the big glass doors, past the ticket booth,” Jaxon said, pointing
back the way they had come. “You’d enter a high-ceiling lobby with a bar, concession stand,
and seating for patrons who came early to see and be seen. Then you’d move farther inside,
and there would be double doors leading into the actual theater.”

Erik looked behind them, struggling to imagine the way it had once been. A grid of acoustic
panels hid the original molded plaster ceiling several feet higher that he had seen in
photographs. The plain walls and stained tile floor made it difficult to picture lush red
carpet, velvet rope swags, cocktail servers, and a concession stand that not only had
popcorn but according to the stories Jaxon shared on the drive over, also served foie gras.

Jaxon opened the door and reached inside to flip on a light. Erik hesitated to get a psychic
read on the space ahead.

“Definitely haunted,” Alessia said, staring into the distance with a glazed look that told Erik
her attention lay elsewhere.

His own touch magic worked differently. To get a strong reaction, Erik usually had to be in
physical contact with an object. He had avoided touching anything since they had arrived,
but even so, the theater itself gave off unmistakable vibes. Both he and Alessia had extra
perception which included seeing ghosts, although neither was a full medium able to
summon or speak with the dead.

“Bad things happened here.” Erik found himself speaking before he realized it. “Dark magic.
Death. Cursed.”

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance
pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male
paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with
the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with
co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less
romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in
secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions
Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered
dogs.

Series include
Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more
in these series, plus new series coming soon!

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SERIES TOUR: “Superheroes Enslavement” by Stephen Chu

SERIES TOUR – SUPERHEROES ENSLAVEMENT

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Lust…passion…corruption.

Who doesn’t like superheroes? Strong, abled, manly men with the kind of body most guys would kill to have and every woman lust for. Not to mention a unique superpower that can turned evil into good, or in contrast, good into evil.

This is Mello City, a place where crimes and violations occurred daily. People relied on Infinite Heroes, an organization with many incredible heroes that dedicated their bodies and souls to guard and protect citizens. One day, an evil genius declared his debut as a supervillain. With a mysterious evil power of corruption, he forced all Infinite Heroes members to question their purpose, personalities, and identity.

Now, could the heroes defend their faith and loyalty, or would they succumb completely into the hand of darkness and drown in the sea of pleasure?

The stories have to be read in order. So, the series is not finished yet through these 4 books, but these 4 represents an arc. So, from the 5th book onwards, it will open a new arc.

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 4 flames

BOOK DETAILS

BOOK 1

Book Title: First Conquest

Author: Stephen Chu

Publisher: Independently Published at Amazon

Cover Artist: Eddie Patin

Length:  9 200 words/ 54 pages

Release Date: July, 8 2021

Genres: Fantasy/Alien/Science Fiction M/M Erotica

Tropes:  Villain who wants to take over the world, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Straight to Gay

Themes: Revenge, Enslavement, Hypnotism, and Brainwashed

It is not a standalone story. It ends on a ‘little bit’ of a cliffhanger. The story arc runs from book 1 to book 4.

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Gay, Erotica, Superheroes, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Enslavement, Revenge

Blurb 

“Slrrrp…firstt tastee…one down…his skin and energy… couldn’t wait to taste.”

Who doesn’t like superheroes? Sure, everyone loves them. They are strong, abled figures and manly men with the kind of body most guys would kill to have and every woman lust for. Not to mention a unique superpower that can turned evil into good, or in contrast, good into evil.

This is Mello City, a place where crimes and violations occurred daily. Therefore, people relied on Infinite Superhero, an organization that consisted of incredible heroes who dedicated their bodies and souls to guard and protect citizens.

Rory, one of the superheroes, suddenly got a routine call to headquarters while having breathtaking sex with his girlfriend. Although he felt annoyed that he hadn’t spurted his seed for a long time, the handsome superhero had to fulfill his duty. On his way, little does he know an evil genius has a plan for his mind and body for a long time. Soon, the hunk superhero finds such a bizarre pleasure that could change his body, mind, and soul forever. This is the beginning of enslavement.

First Conquest start …

This is the 1st volume of the Superheroes Enslavement series. In the first debut story, Stephen Chu wants to bring everyone who loves gay erotica, fiction and desires to see many hunks and handsome superheroes defeated and obedient completely to swim within the sea of ecstasy through this series.

BOOK 2

Book Title: Steamy Pleasure

Author: Stephen Chu

Publisher: Independently Published at Amazon

Cover Artist: Eddie Patin

Length:  28 000 words/ 145 pages

Release Date: July 17, 2021

Genres: Fantasy/Alien/Science Fiction M/M Erotica

Tropes:  Villain who wants to take over the world, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Straight to Gay

Themes: Revenge, Enslavement, Hypnotism, and Brainwashed

It is not a standalone story. It ends on a ‘little bit’ of a cliffhanger. The story arc runs from book 1 to book 4.

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Gay, Erotica, Superheroes, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Enslavement, Revenge

Blurb 

“Rory… Rory … Oh Rory, where are you?”

She holds the ring and bawled. “What happened to you, baby? Where have you gone?”

Martha, aka Mighty Girl, was so worried after her boyfriend, Rory, aka Smart Brain, was missing for two days. She recalled her memory while crying, waiting for him to come back.

Meanwhile, now that Smart Brain had become Evil Brain, the villainous Dr. P sent him on a mission to enslave other heroes. Through his mysterious master, The Doctor gave the former superhero new wicked power to seduce his teammates. Using his new powers, the young villain enslaved his teammates mercilessly. The headquarter gym and bathroom became the witness of steamy and hot copulation between two young superheroes.

After enslaving the three young and potential heroes, Infinite Heroes were in an emergency state, and Victor, popularly called Captain Titanium, started looking for his missing teammates. Wearing his armor suit, the hero used high-tech radar to find his teammates. Unwittingly, the black-skinned hero found a new armor suit will accompany him faithfully for the rest of his life.

This is the 2nd volume of the Superheroes Enslavement series. In his first series, Stephen Chu wants to bring everyone who loves gay erotica, fiction and desires to see many hunks and handsome superheroes defeated and obedient completely to swim within the sea of ecstasy through this series.

BOOK 3 

Book Title: Carnal Passion and Lust

Author: Stephen Chu

Publisher: Independently Published at Amazon

Cover Artist: Eddie Patin

Length:  approx. 30 000 words

Release Date: September 13, 2021

Genres:  Fantasy/Alien/Science Fiction M/M Erotica

Tropes:  villain who wants to take over the world, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Straight to Gay

Themes: Revenge, Enslavement, Hypnotism, and Brainwashed

It is not a standalone story. It ends on a ‘little bit’ of a cliffhanger. The story arc runs from book 1 to book 4.

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Blurb 

The Thing already turned Evil Brain into his perfect champion. After completing his transformation, Evil Brain was so eager to try out his new powers. So, the supervillain started to invade the main headquarter building. But, unfortunately, he also met with a new guy who was an old friend from his past. The destined encounter forced the villain to choose his devotion between evil or good side, present or past.

Rald, the leader of Infinite Heroes, got frustrated while trying to fix the situation. Without his knowing, Gray, the apprentice, has a long-hidden carnal desire and lust for the hunk chief. Meanwhile, Liberty Star, one of the strongest heroes, faces an unexpected situation to meet the friends he thought are already dead. As a result, infinite Heroes were taken down further.

On the other hand, Dr. P started to conspire against it.

BOOK 4 

Book Title: Orgy for Perfection

Author: Stephen Chu

Publisher: Independently Published at Amazon

Cover Artist: Eddie Patin

Length:  approx 20 000 words

Release Date: September 23, 2021

Genres: Fantasy/Alien/Science Fiction M/M Erotica

Tropes:  villain who wants to take over the world, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Straight to Gay

Themes:  Revenge, Enslavement, Hypnotism, and Brainwashed

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Blurb 

Almost all the superheroes already turned into the evil side. With The Thing ready to come out of the shadow and the help of the company CEO as their newest comrade, Dr. P, and the fallen heroes infiltrate SmartZ Enterprises to execute the final stage of their plan. They need the last and the strongest superhero to succeed in their mission. 

Bolt, aka Richard Tagaka, was shocked to found out that the headquarters was empty and in a mess. The strongest hero of Infinite Heroes tried his best to look for his comrades. However, the man didn’t realize evil hands have already approached his back to consume his power, body, and soul. Is there any chance for the hero to win? 

Rough action and hottest sex scenes will wrap this first arc and completely blow your mind.

Excerpts

Book 1 (First Conquest)

Rory was interrupted by the feeling of a needle plunging into his shoulder. His eyes snapped open, but almost immediately, irresistible sleepiness washed over him.

“This is not my fault. This is your fault. It won’t happen if you ever recognize me. You never saw me. You never pay attention to me. You never did that even once.”

The Doctor reached out greedily and tweaked Rory’s big pink nipples with his meaty hands. Rory let out an uncontrollable wail of orgasmic pleasure as he was played with. His nipples were as sensitive as cock. A short, thin plug, flared at one end, rose up from the table between Rory’s legs. Softly and gently, the plug slid into the superhero’s dick hole, sealing his exit and giving his cum no means of escape.

Tears streamed down his eyes, dampened his handsome face. He started to feel empty, like someone subtly cut off an essential part of his body. But instead of pain, he feels a delight sensation that was just getting higher and higher each time the foreign Thing invaded every aspect of his brain, every inch of his soul. The former hero was like unmolded clay, ready to be sculpted into whatever his sculptor wished. 

Book 2 (Steamy Pleasure)

“Rory… Rory… Rory…” She wept, her tears falling onto the screen in fat drops, “Where are you…? I’m so worried….” Remember her bad and creepy dream, she cried harder. Martha wept even harder as she saw the newest picture. That is the moment before they went into her apartment when Rory proposes to her. She took a small box from the table and opened it. There are two beautiful golden rings inside it. Rory took it off when they had sex on her bed. “Oh, Rory…” she held the ring and bawled. “What’s happened to you? Where have you gone?” Unwittingly, some parts of her past come to her vision.

Jack realized he already drooled over Mateo’s body without blinked for a minute. He quickly turned his face and cursed. Shit, why could I never hold back this lust, this despicable sin? Mateo is my leader, best friend, even brother. I shouldn’t have a feeling for him. The pale guy closed his eyes and rested his mind. It’s been more than 5 years since their life is started getting worse.

Flare yelped and moaned in agonized ecstasy, especially when Frost leaned down, sucked on his sensitive nipple, then blew on it with his icy-cold breath power, hardening the tip into a tender little erect nub. As their hard cocks rubbed and entwined beneath the water, the power of hot and cold coming from their bodies made wave after wave of mist and steam filled the room.

Evil Brain grinned as he watched the two heroes embraced their new life. The silhouette of two masculine bodies having hot copulation can be seen from the torrent of steam and mist.

Victor growled in dismay as his former teammate obeyed Dr. P’s orders and melted the ice away with his fire powers. He hoped they could somehow resist the perverted villain’s control over them, but it looked like Frost and Flare were a lost cause. His limbs were no longer bound, but he remained on his hands and knees as his suit continued to be unresponsive.

The helmet immediately came to life, and the Terminator’s chocolate-skinned, naked body, was immediately encased with black armor, as dark as midnight. The material wasn’t metal exactly. It looked wetter, slightly rubbery, and also quite shiny. It certainly felt like rubber when it made contact with the new villain’s skin. Several tubes as thick as a hose came out from the helmet and another one from his crotch and connected itself to the respirator. He looked like he was on some kind of life support.

About the Author

Do you prefer to see my short or long bio?

The short one? You got it.

I was a bookworm, especially in fiction, fantasy, erotica, and romance. I drown into the enormous pleasure feeling of reading M/M erotica books since a teen. I found reading steamy gay erotica and romance book makes me feel complete, understand deeply what kind of person is I am, what is true my personality, I can be my own true self, and the best thing is I met with so many incredible friends that really support me. Since I live in an environment where LGBTQ+ is still a very taboo topic, it’s a huge relief.

I love reading and have a broad and wild imagination, but I’m not a good writer. Even English is not my first language, lol. A few years ago, I started to write after thinking deeply that I want to make my own wild imagination come true. I really want my vision to come true because It kind of desperate me whenever I read a story with some scenes that I feel “Hey, it could be hotter if like this,” or “Hm, it could be different if there is…”. Well, so here I am. A reckless young ordinary guy in his mid 20’s with no good English and writing skill try to become a writer and publish his own gay erotic books. Funny, isn’t it?

So, how was that?

Not long enough? A little more detail about me? Alright.

I have broad kinks, but the most special one for me since I was a kid is where the video or story includes many muscles, pecs, nipples, abs. Yes, I have a powerful lust for man’s sculpted body. Sparse hair is acceptable, as long as not exaggerated. I also love seeing a guy being raped, submissive and brainwashed. One of my favorite movies is Batman and Robin (1997). Do you know why? It’s simply because I love seeing the handsome muscular Robin being hypnotized by Poison Ivy pheromone.

Hei, so you’re bisexual because you like sexy Poison Ivy? Well, I still don’t know what my exact gender is. But I still love seeing straight sex as long as the guy is hot and sexy, lol.

Oh, I also love superheroes, alien, and tentacle things. I think everyone loves superheroes, right? their muscular body and tight costume always make me aroused. I also love the Alien movie when the man had sex and was raped by the alien. I also admire a lot of tentacles illustrations that raped and seduced a man. So, here I am with my first series, Superheroes Enslavement. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Dark Money Love” by Ace Fawn

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Book Title: Dark Money Love

Author: Ace Fawn

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Angela Haddon

Release Date: September 1, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Age-gap, work off the debt, yakuza, loan shark

Themes: Money, love and death

Heat Rating:  5 flames

Length: 35 893 words/121 pages

It is a standalone story.

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Blurb

Akira Kazama is a man that gets what he wants. A loan shark king affiliated with the yakuza, he practically runs the money game in Tokyo.

Sora Nakano wants to save his mother’s life. When he has no choice left but to take out a hefty loan for her medical bills, he becomes indebted to Akira.

For Akira, business is always strictly business. And when someone owes him money, he always collects. Except this time, he wants more than just money from Sora.

He wants his body.

They agree on an arrangement for Sora to pay off the debt, and it’s supposed to be a win-win situation for them both. But Sora never wanted to be involved with the dark, hidden side of Akira’s life, and when Sora is threatened, he must turn to Akira for help.

Will Sora save his mother and get out of this alive? Or will he spiral down the path of dark money love?

Excerpt 

Why was Akira looking at him like that? That intense gaze made Sora’s stomach churn. When Akira’s eyes swept over his body, Sora shifted in his seat. Akira was a handsome man, and Sora wasn’t used to this type of attention. The silence was unsettling, suffocating, and Sora was drowning in it.

“I have nothing,” Sora said, his voice broken.

“So…you don’t have any personal belongings worth enough to sell, no job or income. And…based on your file, you live in an internet café, correct?”

Sora nodded, his head down. He felt shame, sharp and searing like razor blades in his veins. What would his mother say if she saw him now? He was an embarrassment.

“Why an internet café?”

Sora shrugged. “Rent is cheap.”

“What did you spend all that money on?” Akira asked.

Sora didn’t speak. He stared down at his shaking hands, his eyes burning with impending tears. He sniffled, cheeks hot and breathing laboured.

“How will you pay off your debt?” Akira asked.

“I don’t know,” Sora whispered. Tears spilled onto his cheeks, but he didn’t bother to wipe them away.

“At this rate, your debt will triple by the end of the month. And with no sure way to pay it back, it’ll be far worse than what it already is.”

Sora started to sob. He kept his head down, tears dropping in big globs onto his jeans, staining the fabric a darker shade of blue.

He couldn’t pay back a thing. What good was he, then?

Would Akira have him killed? Sora wondered where the authorities would find his body once they were done with him.

Akira stood from his chair and rounded the desk. His cologne was intense as he stood next to Sora and wiped the tears off his cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Sora stifled a gasp and looked up at Akira, his eyes wide and bloodshot with tears.

“Crying will not change a thing.”

“Then what do I do?” Sora asked, his voice shaking. He felt like chum in the water.

Akira chuckled, his voice low. “You pay me back.”

“But I already told you I can’t pay you back. I have nothing.”

“Yes, you do. You have yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

He saw it then, the smirk twisting up at the corner of Akira’s lips. Sora’s cheeks burned, and his stomach squirmed.

“You know what I mean,” Akira said. He walked back to his chair behind the desk and sat down.

Sora frowned. “You can’t expect me to—”

“I expect you to pay me back one way or another, Sora. And since you have nothing else to give me, you can pay back your incurred debt with your body.”

That squirming sensation in the pit of Sora’s stomach worsened. His head spun. Sora wanted to block out Akira’s words, he wanted to get up and run out of the room, but all he could do was sit there, staring.

“Ten thousand yen will be deducted from your account after each service. That is a sure way to settle your debt.”

This didn’t feel real. Akira couldn’t be serious.

“But I can’t do that!” Sora exclaimed.

Akira’s gaze darkened, his voice firm. “You can, and you will. You owe me, Sora. And I’m going to make sure you pay me back.”

“There has to be another way.”

“Like what, Sora? The bank won’t give you a loan, so you can’t give me their money. The government won’t help you. Many people in your position commit suicide, but that would be such a terrible waste. And if you went to the wrong people asking for money and couldn’t pay them back…well…that’s a sure way to get yourself killed.”

Sora stared at Akira. What choice did he have? There was no way Sora could get out of this. If he didn’t want to end up dead on the street, he’d have to go through with it.

Akira watched him, waiting. “So what will it be?”

It all felt surreal, like it wasn’t even happening in the first place.

Sora sniffled and wiped his eyes. He took in a few breaths, trying to calm down. “When…when will we start?”

“Our business arrangement will take effect tomorrow evening if you agree,” Akira said.

Sora hesitated. “Does that mean you’ll sell my body off to anyone and everyone?”

Akira narrowed his eyes. “I am not a pimp, and besides, I don’t like sharing.”

Sora’s cheeks flushed. He let out a shaky breath. What was he getting himself into?

“You’ll be servicing me only,” Akira said.

Sora couldn’t nod. He couldn’t even swallow the damn spit in his mouth, let alone speak. He was stuck, staring into that rapturing gaze. This was it. No turning back.

About the Author 

Australian author Ace Fawn writes contemporary m/m romance fiction. She is drawn to dark themes and loves reading m/m books as much as she loves writing them.

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Book Title: Xavier’s School of Discipline

Author: S.
Legend

Publisher: Mockingbird
Publications

Cover Artist: Nadia
Polyakova and Chiara Monaco

Inner Book Artist: Artsy
Ape

Release Date: April 21,
2021

Genre: Erotic M/M Romance

Trope: Soulmates

Themes: Belonging. Found Family. Spanking. Domestic Discipline.

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 83 539 words/306
print pages

This is book one in the series
but can be read as a standalone.

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“… there’s something
tantalizing about trouble and me in it with him.”

 

Blurb

Follow Your Heart’s Discipline Calling

Finnegan Brighton is twenty-seven, has never moved out of
Dad’s house, can’t keep a job and has to rely on his brother for continued food and shelter.
In a bold move, he ships himself off to one of those new, fangle-dangle, discipline schools
hoping to turn his life around. But it’s not just a whim, he’s finally answering a calling inside
of him, one he’s ignored until now. The school turns out to be more than he bargained for,
giving him a family of men just like him, who want to teach him that he can love himself
enough to have everything he’s ever wanted. He just has to do the one thing he’s never
been able to do: Surrender.

Enter Xavier.

Xavier is the school’s unyielding headmaster and founder.
Oh, and he happens to be interested in the one Finnegan Brighton. Surely with the forces of
the strict headmaster and Finnegan’s affectionate, if overzealous domestic discipline family,
he can overcome himself, his own worst enemy, and surrender to who he is inside, right? Or
will his crushing self-doubt chain him to old patterns forever?

Either way, much spanking ensues! A polyamorous love
story with brats and Tops.

 

Excerpt

From Chapter 6

Dammit. I know what to do. I need to do it. As much as
Tops are drawn to soothe us … oh fine ‘brats’, us
brats are drawn to soothe Tops. I’ve
watched Grayson do it a ton, Chris, Bellamy and Johnny too. Even Bray when he’s in the
mood. I swallow. “Oh, sir? One more thing. We can still have people over, right?” It’s not
against House rules for each of us to have one friend from another House over. If it’s more
than that, it turns into a party, which would require permission, but as the rules stand, that
means one for me and one for Grayson.

His eyes narrow. “Who?”’

I shrug. “Haven’t decided yet, but there is this hot Top,
Nikolage, from one of my harder classes. Maybe he can uh, help me with my homework?” I
waggle my eyebrows, suggesting that yes, fucking Nikolage is what I mean.

His chair slides out, he stands, hands flat on the desk and
my heart’s beating so damn fast. I have to take a stealthy breath. Maybe I should abandon

the whole thing—I’m poking at a fucking lion and I know it—but I also know in my bones it’s
the right thing to do.

“No.”

“Why?” I dare to cross my arms at him—a,
God … a brat’s red flag, okay?

“Come here, my little Finnegan.” He flashes shark teeth at
me. He is predator, I am prey.

I want to buckle, I want to tell him I’m just kidding, but I’m
in too deep now. I commit. “So you can spank me? Forget it. It’s not against the rules. I was
kind enough to even run it by you. I’ll be leaving now.”

I went too far didn’t I? Yep. Too far.

Xavier clears his desk in a smooth, panther-like leap. I’m
quick to respond, gripping either side of the leather chair I was just sitting in, catapulting
myself over it. But I was a hockey player, not a gymnast and though my response is quick,
my catapulting skills aren’t graceful. I catch the chair and hit my knee, landing like a rock on
the other side. “Fuck!” I roll on the ground behind it, licking my wounds.

How is it I can take one helluva spanking, but this paralyzes
me?

Xavier’s there fast, reminding me of Superman, with the
way his jacket flares. He crouches beside me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you
hurt?”

I laugh. “I’m fine. I wasn’t scared.”

“You were a bit, but … well I thought you wanted me to
chase you.” I’ve never seen the man blush, he does now. He can’t even look at me.

I wait until he braves my eyes again. “Xavier, I
did
want you to chase me.”

He stares frozen, my words sinking in, as my heart thumps
loud drumbeats into my ears. While I wait for him to come to, I rub my sore knee. It is fine,
but there’s gonna be a nice bruise I’ll have to explain to Ani later. I smile thinking of the
arnica he’ll insist he has to apply to it. Xavier notices my rubbing.

“Your knee.”

“No, Xavier—”

But it’s too late. He scoops me up and it’s fucking
embarrassing how easy it is for him to lift me. It’s not like I’m small. He’s got me bridal style
and he swings me around, placing me in the chair and bending down to inspect the knee. I
wore loose jeans, he’s able to roll them up to have a look. “Doesn’t look to be swelling, but
you’ll ice it anyway when you’re home. Understood?”

He’s holding my knee in both of his elegant hands, which
are hot against my skin. I have to look down at him. “I will, sir.”

I’m kicking myself now. This was a disaster. One point to me
on not being a brat, a real brat would have pulled this off, I end up injuring myself.

“Now that it’s established your knee will be fine, we will
address, Nikolage.” His nose wrinkles, his form takes up all the space in the room once
again.

Shit. Already forgot about Nikolage. “There’s no Nikolage. I
just said that to—”

“—I know Nikolage.”

“I meant there’s no Nikolage for me, sir. I only said that to,
never mind. May I go?”

He’s staring at me for a new reason now, a smile spreads
slowly, reaching his eyes. He yanks me up. We’re close, my lips aren’t far from his. “I want to
spank you so badly right now.”

That was the goal. “You uh, you can, sir.” My voice is above
a whisper.

“I know. I can spank you whenever I want. But that would
not be a good idea. It’s day eight, Finnegan.”

“I am well aware of the day, Headmaster Harkness,” I say,
boldness returning. Two can play the game of cheek, but only one of us will win, we both
know it’s going to be him.

“All right, that’s quite enough cheek from you, brat.”

I light up everywhere. Maybe him calling me brat isn’t so
bad?

“I don’t date people, Mr. Brighton. I own them. Do you
want to be owned?”

 

About the Author

Some of you know her as
Mock, others as S. Legend, or Miss S. She welcomes all names but will often go by Mock, a
name given to her by her readers.

Mock is an ambitious
creative, weaving the most precious aspects of her soul into stories. She is an architect,
building fascinating worlds, designed from inquiry, rooted in worldly wonderings. It’s an
intuitive process where she is the scribe, the translator, the conduit.

It helped that storytelling was
the language spoken at home. One simply didn’t say, “We have an ant infestation. ” In
Mock’s family it was, “I was on my way to the living room, when a peculiar ant crossed my
path. I looked to my right, a suspicious line of them marched toward the pantry. In that
moment I knew; my kitchen was under siege.” The natural flow of conversation always took
this form.

And so.

When Mock wrote her first
novel, she didn’t plan it chapter by chapter, there was no outline, no “plotting” to speak of.
But she didn’t “pants” it either, she didn’t make it up as she went along. She knew how the
story felt, where it curved in places and hollowed in others; she knew the destination it
rushed toward. Instead of orchestrating, she let the world inspire her, and held space for
the words to come, trusting the characters knew what they were doing. All she had to do
was tell a story, as she always had done; like breathing.

This is her peace, her healing
and solace: Gifts better shared.

Mock’s works are the comfort
you seek when you need to come home. Her unique writing style will take you, wayfaring
reader, to unexpected destinations.

She always says, “I’m not in
the business of making up stories, I couldn’t if I tried. I’m lucky enough to get picked to
share someone else’s story when I ask a question to the universe. Someone answers; I write
it down.”

 

 

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Book Title: Open Hearts, Stealing Hearts Book 3

Author: K. Evan Coles

Publisher: Wicked Fingers Press

Cover Artist: K. Evan Coles

Release Date: September 28, 2020

Genre/s: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, MM, Gay, GLBTQIA+

Trope/s: Age difference, best friend’s sibling, secret boyfriends, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, true love, falling in love, found family, interracial relationship, May/December, meet cute, sex buddies become lovers

Themes: self-acceptance, trust issues, commitment, family conflict,

friendship, gay pride, food allergies

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 63 337 words/ 193 pages

It is a standalone story as well as the third book in a series.

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Some hearts are made to be opened.

 

Blurb

Jae-seong Bak has never been in love. He prefers to let his personal life take a backseat to his career as a nurse, especially since no-strings hookups with men he’s glad to call friends have always felt like more than enough.

After years of moving around the United States, Jae takes a job in his home city of Boston, arriving just in time to celebrate his brother Ty’s engagement. In reconnecting with friends and family, Jae befriends Emmett McNeil, a young chef and Ty’s future brother-in-law, whose own bad luck with love hasn’t dampened his enthusiasm for life.

As the summer passes and Jae and Emmett help their families plan the wedding, the spark between the two men ignites, though each agrees to keep their hookups under wraps in order to prevent potential drama. Taken off guard by the depth of his feelings, Jae backs away, only to find that going back to being just friends with Emmett is much harder than he ever could have predicted.

Now, standing with Emmett as their siblings make their vows, Jae must decide if he’s really content to hold the man he loves at arm’s-length or if taking a chance on more is in the cards.

 

Excerpt

“What do you think, Zac?” Mark asked. “Have we got anything in Owen’s magic bag to give Jae’s outfit a little lift?”

“Certainly. I think Jae looks perfect as he is, however, as well as very, very tall. Neither of which is unusual.”

Their friend and co-worker, Zac Alvarez, stepped in for Jae’s hug and kiss. He’d dressed in dark colors too, which made his beads and the temporary tattoos on his toned arms even more vibrant. A suntan warmed Zac’s olive-toned skin and he looked relaxed and happy, his grin broad beneath his dark beard.

Fondness washed over Jae. He and Zac had reconnected upon his return to Boston as if no time had passed at all. It was through Zac that Jae had befriended Mark and the trio of young men who would round out their Pride party today: Aiden, Owen, and Emmett, who had moved back from Maine at the beginning of May without his partner, Sean, and was now very, very single.

“Ignore Mark,” Zac said to Jae. “He forgets that not every gay man over forty wants to broadcast a zaddy vibe.”

Jae and Mark exchanged a glance before they each cracked up laughing.

“This is not to say we don’t have some festive doo-dads for you too,” Zac said over their cackling. “The guys made party packs for everyone.”

“Great, thanks. Less so that you just said ‘doo-dads’ the way my Grandma Kay used to.” Jae let out a soft ‘oof’ as Zac elbowed him gently in the ribs.

“Smartass,” Zac murmured before he looked around. “Will your man be joining us today?”

Jae aimed a mock glare at him. “Sal already had plans. Besides, you know he’s not my man. Sal and I strictly friends.”

“Who share a big side order of benefits,” Mark chimed in, admiration written all over his face. “I remember the days when I could say words like those about myself with fondness.”

Zac snickered. “Mmm, I remember those days, too. They were before you met Owen and fell head over heels in love.”

“That’s why I remember them with fondness and not nostalgia,” Mark replied with a smile.

“Where is Owen, anyway?” Jae asked. “Out walking with my favorite dog and the guys?”

Mark shook his head. “Popcorn is hanging with my sister today.” He and his boyfriend, Owen, had found their big, white mutt at a campground last year, lost or abandoned and sweet as can be. “It’s not easy wrangling a dog his size through crowds like this, and we thought he’d enjoy a play date with his aunt and uncle and new cousin instead. Popcorn is already best buddies with my nephew, Ethan, so you know they’re having a fantastic day.”

“As for the guys, they went off into the park to buy cold drinks,” Zac said, his tone fond. “Aiden’s been on an ice cream kick this summer and I’m betting they’ve stopped at every cart they’ve passed. They should be back any second.”

The soft expression on Zac’s face made Jae smile. In the years they’d known each other, he’d never seen Zac so gone for a man the way he was with Aiden.

“That reminds me, I meant to grab a coffee on my way down here,” Jae said. “I could use the jolt.”

“We’ve got some soda if that’ll help.”

Jae’s whole body hummed at that voice. “I’d love some.”

Turning, Jae met Emmett’s dark blue gaze. He tried very hard not to stare at Emmett’s shirtless torso, too, but literally stopped short as he got a look at Owen whose tight dark curls, normally tipped platinum, glowed fuchsia in the sun. “Owen, your hair is pink!”

“Yes, it is!” Owen exclaimed. He and Aiden were just as bare chested as Emmett and all three were chuckling at Jae’s wide eyes. “It’s supposed to be just for today, but honestly, I might keep it.”

Mark cast a loving look at Owen. “Of course, you’d want to.” He ran a hand over his partner’s shoulders, stroking golden brown skin that shone with flecks of multi-colored glitter. “Are there any trinkets left for Jae, love?”

“Oh, yes.” Handing his cup to Mark, Owen shrugged a rainbow striped drawstring bag from his shoulders. “We’ve got buttons, beads, and wristbands, and a visor like Emmett’s if you want a break from the sun.” He withdrew a second bag from his own and handed it to Jae. “There’s also a fan in there, plus sunglasses, tattoos, body glitter—”

“And condoms with travel-sized lube,” Mark put in. “My man does not let his friends go unprepared.”

Jae laughed. “I’ll remember that.” Opening the bag in his hands, he peered into its depths, but looked up again as a second pair of hands came to rest by his own.

“Here—you browse while I hold.” Emmett’s grin was easy. “Can you grab drinks from my bag, A?” he asked over his shoulder. “Zac’s water is in there, along with soda for anyone who needs one. Diet Coke for you, Jae, or do you want full sugar?”

“I’ll take the sugar, thanks.” Jae tried not to ogle his stupid hot friend, keenly aware the effort was a lost cause.

Like Owen and Aiden, Emmett’s skin sparkled with glitter. He stood a few inches shorter than Jae, but he was the broadest man in their group, his chest lightly furred and muscled without being bulky, a combination Jae had always loved. Emmett radiated heat as he huddled over the bag too, his shoulders golden-pink and freckled, and he smelled of citrus and suntan lotion, a mixture Jae found endlessly appealing and a clear indication that he needed to get a fucking grip.

 

About the Author

K. Evan Coles writes diverse stories from the heart. She is a mother and tech pirate by day and a writer by night. She is a dreamer who, with a little hard work and a lot of good coffee, coaxes words out of her head and onto paper.

K. lives in the northeast United States, where she complains bitterly about the winters, but truly loves the region and its diverse, tenacious and deceptively compassionate people. You’ll usually find K. nerding out over books, movies and television with friends and family. She’s especially proud to be raising her son as part of a new generation of unabashed geeks.

K.’s books explore LGBTQ+ romance in contemporary settings.

 

Published Work:

Wicked Fingers Press (Self-Published)

Stealing Hearts Series

Thief of Hearts (Novella)

Healing Hearts (Novella)

Open Hearts (Novel)

Overexposed (Novella, 2020. Also included in the Working Stiffs COVID-19 Charity Anthology)

Moonlight (Short Story)

A Hometown Holiday (Short Story)

Pride Publishing (Totally Entwined Group)

Tidal Series w/ Brigham Vaughn (Novels)

Wake

Calm

The Speakeasy w/ Brigham Vaughn (Novels)

With a Twist

Extra Dirty

Behind the Stick

Straight Up

Boston Seasons (Novels)

Third Time’s the Charm

Off Topic Press (Self-Published)

Inked in Blood w/ Brigham Vaughn (Short Story)

 

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Book Title: Boxed Set – Delphic Agency Books 1-3

Author: Romilly King

Publisher: Drovers Road Books

Cover Artist: Drovers Road Books

Length: 155 000 words

Release Date: August 20, 2020

Genre/s: Gay Romance

Trope/s: Opposites attract, they are the last to know, reluctant sex worker,

Themes: Acceptance of self, kink exploration

Heat Rating: 5 flames

This is a collection of the first three books in the Delphic Agency Series.

The stories are standalone but this is a chance to read them in order

for a reduced price and before Book 4 is released on August 29.

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Blurb

Step into the world of the Delphic Agency by Romilly King where wealthy Emptores buys the time of beautiful Venditores and love blooms amidst carefully negotiated BDSM contracts.

This collection includes three full-length steamy gay romance reads plus three additional spicy shorts. Guaranteed ten plus heat level throughout.

The Delphic Agency series begins with Paid to Kneel, where submissive first time Venditor Richard is paired with rich dominant Ash for a short term contract that leads to so much more.

Next, in Paid to Take Control, find out what happens when super smart, super hot Brio meets Painter, the only Dom to ever truly match his high maintenance needs. Their road to happiness is full of electrifying exploration and fiery full on BDSM scenes.

Things get complicated in Paid to be Shared, when sweet and experienced submissive Birch is contracted to meet the needs of two very different Doms. Will their interactions be a recipe for disaster or a hot ménage?

Also included in this collection are Free to be Tied and Free to Play, two intense scenes starring Richard and Ash as their relationship moves forward, and Due to be Punished, a very steamy insight into Painter and Brio’s life together and how Painter tames his brat.

Each story has Alpha Dom’s, fascinating submissives, and a full gamut of safe and consensual playtimes along with a happy ever after.

 


NEW RELEASE ON AUGUST 29

Book Title: Paid to Watch (Delphic Agency Book 4)

Author: Romilly King

Publisher: Drovers Road Books

Cover Artist: Drovers Road Books

Length: 50 000 words

Release Date: August 29, 2020

Genre/s: Gay Romance

Trope/s: Forbidden love, Friends to Lovers, workplace romance

Themes: Self discover, ethical relationships

Heat Rating: 5 flames

It is a standalone story but part of an interconnected series.

 

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Who watches the watchers?

Those they watch, naturally, and Tay has been watching Cash for a very long time.

 

Blurb

Dr. Cashel Gregory, Head of Organizational Psychology, is the guardian of ethics and sentinel of limits in the kink-centric world of specialist contracts at the Delphic Agency. It’s a shame he is about to run, not walk, right past his own boundaries.

Tay is the Dom’s Dom, the experienced Head Trainer at Delphic. He is the man the Dominants look up to, and the Submissives drool over. But Tay has secrets. He’s banned from contract work, and he’s in therapy with Dr. Cashel.

Cash never put a professional foot wrong until he let Tay under his skin. Tay never felt such desire as when he realized Cash has never had a man, let alone one like him.

They are colleagues. They are therapist and patient. They are an expert Dominant, who was born into a Leather family, and a theoretical Submissive, who has never even been kissed. They are crossing every single boundary there is, and it could ruin both of them, in every way possible.

PAID TO WATCH is Book Four in the Delphic Agency series and features a closet submissive, a leather Dom who yearns for a true submissive to call his own, and plenty of steamy kink exploration as they go from colleagues to lovers and beyond in search of the HEA they deserve.

 

Excerpt

From Delphic Agency Books 1-3

This is the Prologue and part of the opening chapter from Paid to Kneel, Book 1 in the Delphic Agency Series.

Prologue

That last great depression brought millions of people to their knees economically. As is the way of it there were winners along with the multitude of losers. Some people just kept on winning through all the death and the fear and the uncertainty, making money, hand over fist.

Society needed a way to make sure that those who had everything didn’t take advantage of those that had nothing. So we regulated the two oldest industries – sex and food. We kept food on people’s plates by government decree and we made sure that those that chose to sell sex were safeguarded and paid fairly; the agencies were born to oversee it. Delphic is one such agency.

Being humans we naturally went to town on the whole selling sex thing. We built stories around it and we put in place a multitude of precautions for both those who give and those who receive. As a society, if we were selling sex we were damn well going to do it properly.

We call the buyers Emptores and the sellers Venditores, I think we were trying to be classy, going all ancient Greek. We instigated rules, psychological evaluations, timed contracts with clear terms, cooling-off periods, mandatory debrief – oversight and accountability throughout.

Our unofficial motto, “you can’t buy people, just time”.

Twenty years down the line the agencies that sell sex are thriving businesses and if not totally respectable, then they are at least understood and accepted and they have even become the trope of many a romantic movie.

It’s not so romantic for those who sell themselves. It’s scary at the start, sometimes boring in the execution and it’s always different from what they expected it to be.

Managing it all is rewarding though and I don’t just mean financially. People have always been fascinating but when they lay their sexuality out there it becomes downright engrossing. And every now and then a story catches your eye as you administer the consensual exchange of bodily fluid and it makes you smile because litigate all you want love will, like a flower, find a way to bloom.

This is one of those stories, I have others.

 

Chapter One

“Hello, Richard, it’s lovely to meet you, so nice to put a face to a set of forms and psych tests,” Ms. Sara said as they shook hands.

“Thank you for seeing me,” he replied automatically and hoped his handshake hadn’t been too sweaty with nerves.

“Please, have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the two chairs in front of her desk as she gracefully slid into her seat and smiled encouragingly at him. Despite her severe business attire and firm handshake her eyes were kind and her smile soft.

He chose the one closest to him and sat down, folding his hands in his lap, resisting the urge to hide their tremor by pushing them between his thighs. The room was bright, a large window looking out over gardens leading down to an ornamental lake and the chair he sat in encouraged him to lean back and relax. He remained perched on the edge.

The décor was a layering of light pastels, the palest of linens matched with a green so subtle it was almost white and the pictures on the walls were all gentle landscapes. Not really the environment one expected when selling such personal services, Richard thought, failing to be calmed. Maybe he would have felt better if naked genitals and intimate embraces were front and center but then that may have upset the well-heeled Emptores.

“There’s no reason to be nervous,” Ms. Sara said, “Here at Delphic, we do our utmost to match you with compatible Emptores, people that will not only stand by the absolute letter of a contract but the heart of them as well. There’s a reason we have the highest referral rating from both Emptores and Venditores of any matchmaking company in the country, we may cater to the widest variety of kink but we also spend a great deal of time and effort to ensure compatibility on both sides and we have the most thorough introduction and induction process.”

“I am aware,” Richard said, preferring not to go over the company pitch again. He’d researched the various matchmaking services available as thoroughly as possible, too much rested on this, and he knew Delphic was the best. That didn’t help him quash the fear. He was scared of what he was about to do but even more scared that he wouldn’t be any good at it and all this would be for nothing.

 

About the Author

Romilly is queer. Romilly wakes up every morning and decides which (witch) to be. Some days Romilly is an Imp, some days a Fairy, some days a Stoic, and some days a Gladiator. Romilly has a classical education, a filthy mouth and loves OTK spankings and strong Sirs who give love and punishment in equal measure.

Romilly is also very shy but makes every effort to engage with people from all walks of life and likes making friends and meeting fans on social media.

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Book Title: Paid to be Shared (Delphic Agency Book 3)

Author: Romilly King

Publisher: Drovers Road Books

Cover Artist: Drovers Road Books

Release Date: July 31, 2020

Genre/s: MM Erotic Romance

Trope/s: Ménage, BDSM

Themes: Kink acceptance, acceptance of self

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 150 pages

It is a standalone story within a series

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Can the sweetest sub at Delphic stretch himself enough to satisfy two Doms?

 

Blurb

BIRCH is the sweetest sub at Delphic, but can he stretch himself enough to satisfy two Doms? Will they share him or break him?

When a pair of demanding doms need the perfect submissive to share they place a contract with the Delphic Agency.

Their needs are very different; Ivo is the master of pushing limits whilst Griffin is gentle but intense. Can one sub ever be enough to satisfy them and for how long?

Birch will always try his hardest, it’s in his nature, but how can he retain a professional distance when they each arouse such different passions in him and together, well together, they overwhelm him.

PAID TO BE SHARED is the third book in the Delphic Agency Series and contains Dom/Sub elements, plenty of steamy kink exploration and a sweet submissive with a huge heart.

 

Excerpt

Chapter One – Demanding Doms

Ivo

“Ideally, we want a sub that we both find attractive, but it’s the kinks that we are mainly interested in. Ivo is into medical play, and I’m more for bondage, sensation play, forced orgasms, that sort of thing. Naturally, we’ll both want to fuck him,” Griffin looked at Ivo, and Ivo nodded and said nothing.

It is better if Griffin spoke for them because his brain was organized to be best in this sort of situation; succinct, sensible, getting to the meat of the issue. The CEO briefing the room.

Ivo’s brain wasn’t like that, all Ivo wanted to say was, give me a boy that I can play with, give me a boy I can tether to my table and probe and slowly open and then sink into.

Griffin didn’t put his needs like that. He made bald statements without the hot details, but Ivo still got hard, his cock sluggishly filling against his thigh.

“I think it’s worth noting that we intend to play separately. If the contract is a success, then we don’t rule out scening together in the future, but that’s not a priority. Oh, and we neither of us like brats.” Griffin looked again at Ivo, checking in, and Ivo nodded again.

Dr. Gregory – he said they should call him Cash – peered at Ivo over his glasses, his moss-green eyes kind, a faint smile on his face. Ivo met his eyes across the cluttered desk and nodded again, “No, we don’t like brats,” he said. His voice sounded deeper, gruffer than he expected, “For this to work we need compliance. So we can have the scenes without drama, and then get back to being with each other.”

He felt Griffin tense beside him, his leg pressed against his own, hard, Wrong thing to say, made me sound inhuman, he thought, Should have stayed quiet.

Dr. Gregory looked at him quizzically.

“What Ivo means,” Griffin stepped smoothly into the faux pas, “Is that our relationship is the primary. The contract with Delphic is a sexual cherry on the top of the cake for us. We’re giving each other this as an anniversary present actually. I could have got him a new set of golf clubs; instead, I got us both a subscription to the Kink of the Month club!” he laughed, and Dr. Gregory smiled and made another note.

Everyone in the room knew that was a lie.

Ivo needed this, Griffin needed this, and their marriage needed this.

Ivo loved his husband, loved his heart and his drive, loved his skin and his cock and his panting breaths and his hot hands, and yet, he needed someone pliant and begging. He wanted big eyes that would well with tears and then flutter with bliss. He needed, he needed – what Griffin couldn’t give.

He swallowed, he wasn’t alone in this, Griffin needed it too and now, finally, they earned enough, they were open and trusting enough with each other, they could have this. He is sure they could have this. They have to have this.

Griffin was speaking again, and Dr. Gregory was listening carefully, head tilted to one side. “We want to start with a longer-term contract, three months minimum,” Griffin was relaxed now, talking logistics, “Three days a week and every other weekend. We’re happy for the sub to take on other contracts if they are feasible, but none that include an exchange of fluids because we both want to be able to come with him. Weekly testing would still be mandatory, of course.”

Ivo found himself drifting again. They had tried it, meeting each other’s needs, of course they had, they loved each other. They had tried to switch, and it had been a disaster. Ivo had taken it better. Griffin had dropped like a stone. Ivo had gritted his teeth and endured. Griffin hadn’t been able to look him in the face for days.

They were basically incompatible that way.

A contract with Delphic would solve everything, if it stayed neatly within the boundaries they built around it. They were professional men, they could manage this. God he hoped they could manage this.

“Married couples don’t do absolutely everything together,” Griffin had rationalised to Ivo when they got further than just hinting around the edges of the issue, “Nobody needs to witness anything, it will keep the mystique intact,”

And that sort of made sense to Ivo, although somehow he didn’t think that fucking a submissive fell into the same category of married life as toenail clipping and nasal hair trimming. But he couldn’t deny either Griffin or himself because he could feel himself and his marriage fading to shades of grey for lack of it.

He swallowed at the fear that suddenly knotted his stomach. He wasn’t used to fear, as a surgeon he was never fearful, but the thought of losing Griffin for lack of this scared the hell out of him.

 

About the Author

Romilly wakes up every morning and decides which (witch) to be. Some days Romilly is an Imp, some days a Fairy, some days a Stoic, and some days a Gladiator. Romilly has a classical education, a filthy mouth and loves OTK spankings and strong Sirs who give love and punishment in equal measure.

Romilly is also very shy but makes every effort to engage with people from all walks of life.

 

 

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Book Title: Cabin Fever

Author: Roe Horvat

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Roe Horvat

Release Date: June 18 2020

Genre/s: Contemporary M/M erotic romance

Trope/s: forced proximity, bodyguard, Daddy/boy, hurt/comfort

Themes: bodyguard and his client, remote cabin in the woods, light kink,

submission, punishment, bratty boy, protective & controlling Daddy

Warning: self-harm off page

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 41 000 words

It is a standalone story.

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Blurb

Michael Bourgeon is a talented artist, young and gorgeous, a stinking rich heir from a well-connected family. He’s the infamous libertine behind the most extravagant parties in Manhattan, and his exploits often lead to juicy tabloid stories. Enjoying his wealth and freedom to the fullest, Michael has the world at his feet.
Until someone tries to kill him. Repeatedly. After a security breach among his own staff, he has run out of options where to hide while the FBI hunts the killer.
A high-profile private security expert Vincent Nowak is supposed to provide the miracle solution. And while Michael struggles with nightmares and anxiety due to the looming threat, Vincent becomes not only the ultimately reliable protector, but a wonderful distraction, too…
A small cabin in the woods, a cocky brat with a soft heart, his gruff, controlling bodyguard, and weeks of tension in a confined space.

A standalone novella based on the original short story Yes, Daddy. HEA, no cliffhangers.

Excerpt

“The rules, Michael.”

“I was literally ten steps away from the cabin, Vincent.” I wanted to defend myself more, but my voice sounded shaky and weak. I snapped my mouth shut.

His hand on my neck tightened, and he pushed me through the door. I stumbled but regained my balance. Vincent shut the door behind us and turned to me.

“Did you do it to rile me up, Mikey?” His expression stayed suspiciously neutral.

“No,” I answered honestly. “I was just bored. You were in your room doing whatever, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“My work here is for nothing if you don’t follow the rules.”

I knew it wasn’t his intention, but the command in his voice did things to me. I licked my lips. Don’t think about the fear. You’re safe. Look at him. His shoulders are rising with angry breaths, his eyes flashing with fury. He’s gorgeous…

“Fucking hell, Mikey. I mean it!”

“I’m sorry.” I was getting hard. He was magnificent when he was pissed at me.

“Stop looking at me like that. This is serious.”

“I know.” But I couldn’t help it. My nipples were tingling, and I had to swallow. “Will you punish me?”

“No, you fucking incubus. I’m not rewarding you for endangering yourself on a whim, dammit. You will follow the rules, Michael. How is it possible that if I tell you to keep your hands off your dick, you obey me, but if I ask you to be reasonable so I can keep you alive, you don’t care?”

He was frustrated with me. Shit. It seemed like I wasn’t getting any tonight. My nerves quivered again, my anxiety looming close. Double shit.

“My people report to me every day about everything and anything that happens in the area,” Vincent said. “It takes quite a lot of effort, but it means I can let you out to breathe sometimes. If you do this again, I’ll fucking lock you in the panic room for the rest of the week, I swear.”

“I’m really sorry, Vincent. I won’t do it again.”

He shook his head and took a deep breath, bracing his hands on his hips.

“You are the client from hell, you know that?” His words were hard, but his voice sounded gentle.

Yeah, I wouldn’t want to babysit myself either. “I can double your pay.”

He chuckled at that. “No money can compensate for what you’re doing to me, Mikey.”

I drew in a breath. I was lousy at expressing emotion. Seriously, complete shit at that part. I mean, in sex, I could tell anything and everything, but actual feelings? This man worked tirelessly to keep my stupid head intact, and I only made it more difficult for him from the start because I was a sex-crazed, twisted nervous wreck. I had no words to explain to him how grateful and how sorry I was.

So I stripped naked in the middle of the room and knelt on the floor while Vincent stared, mouth parted, eyes burning. I bent my head in complete submission, arms hanging limply by my sides, and spoke quietly.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I promise I won’t break the rules again. Please, forgive me.”

I closed my eyes and waited.

About the Author

Queer fiction author Roe Horvat was born in the post-communist wasteland of former Czechoslovakia. Equipped with a dark sense of sarcasm, Roe traveled Europe and finally settled in Sweden. He came out as transgender in 2017 and has been fabulous since. He loves Jane Austen, Douglas Adams, bad action movies, stand-up comedy, and pale ale. When not hiding in the studio doing graphics, he can be found trolling cafés in Gothenburg, writing, and people-watching.

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