Saturday, October 25, 2014

A Spirit of Love for My Sexy Saturday #MMF #menage #MySexySaturday #ghosthunters #romance #BDSM

Hi Everyone! I'm back from GRL and trying to get caught up. Wow. What a party. And - I got to meet so many AMAZING authors and wonderful readers. You all rocked.

For this week's My Sexy Saturday, we're all trying to come up with a Halloween based excerpt. The closest I have is from my MMF story A Spirit of Love. I can't believe this one has been out for two years already! Sophie, Martin and Emilio are ghost hunters, and the spirit can get rather frisky at times - but only when Sophie is around.

She opened the door into complete darkness. All of the shades were tightly drawn. It seemed as though the new owners hadn’t got to this room yet. It had a dank musty smell as if it had been shut away for years. With just a little of the natural daylight from the hallway seeping into the room, Sophie slipped inside and stood still. She listened to the thrum of her heart thumping in her ears and waited to see if the spirit would try to come through her.
“Oh,” she gasped. The entity had completely caught her off guard—absolutely nothing like this had ever happened to her before.
She was getting turned on. The energy coming through her was warm and sexual. Her nipples hardened immediately, and she was mortified to realise that her panties were getting moist from her desire. Her first instinct was to shut herself off and run. But she let it go since there didn’t seem to be any sense of threat or danger.
She allowed the spirit to continue to connect with her. There was a name, but she couldn’t get it. The entity seemed to have one and one thing only on its mind. It had obviously been a long time since whoever this was had got laid. She was able to discern that it was male, and very…kinky. She could feel rough natural ropes around her wrists and ankles, and she felt as if she were splayed wide open and naked.
What am I being tied to?
It was a large canopied bed, one that used to be in the very room she was standing in. She was experiencing intense arousal and a willingness to be restrained by this man. He stood over her prone body, something in his hand. It was a riding crop. He teased her aching flesh with it, circling her nipples, tickling the inside of her sensitive thighs. A loud snap, and a sting on one nipple.
“Ow!” she cried.
But, inside, she wanted more. She wanted the snap of his whip on all of her most tender areas. He obliged, and a strike hit the tip of her other nipple, the sharp pain immediately switching to intense pleasure. There were more flicks of her nipples with the riding tool, then light slaps on the insides of her legs, moving higher and higher until she received a harsh whack on her clit.
“Oooh!” she yelled as she jerked at the unexpected sensation. This was becoming crazy, yet she kept getting wetter and wetter. It was so out of the ordinary, not only because she had never sexually interacted with a ghost before, but also because she was not into BDSM at all, yet, here she was craving his next harsh ministration.

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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Author S. Dora and A.Moore Bring You A Weekend Unbound with #Giveaway! @Totally_Bound #gay #BDSM #Erotic #Romance #TPE #NewRelease

I'd like to give a warm and hearty welcome to the wonderfully talented author S. Dora on a return visit here for her Weekend Unbound Blog Tour. She writes some incredibly hot M/M (or M/M/M) BDSM romance and she has a new release co-written by A. Moore. There's also an amazing $50 Gift Card giveaway and an excerpt,  so take it away S Dora!

Writer friends
By S. Dora
A quick look at Amazon, and other e-bookselling places, tells us that many writers are trying to get the reader’s attention, and hopefully some of their money. In my genre, erotic-romance, the choice of titles is downright overwhelming.

That means that writers are by definition each other’s competitors, and take it from me that there’s a stiff competition. But, that does that imply it’s all a state of near-war and false friendship?

Actually, not in my experience. I’ll give one example. I’m in the middle of an online tour to promote A Weekend Unbound, a book I’ve written together with A. Moore. Not only was working with a fellow writer an absolute pleasure, during the preparations for this tour, several of my fellow writers were more than happy to host me on their blogs. And when something went wrong due to a misunderstanding, and I asked Morticia Knight for the favour of exchanging the article I had already sent her for another, she said yes, of course. 

Yes, we all want to be the one with the bestseller, but we also know that other authors have written the books we love so much. And be honest, how many writers do you know who aren’t also readers?

Blurb for A Weekend Unbound:

How much can a Dom ask of his submissive? And how much of himself?

For Derek and Tyler, Dominance and submission have been part of their love right from the first hello. But now Derek wants his submissive to go as deep as he is physically and emotionally able to. During two days and two nights, there are no safety words and very few limits. This is their chance to demonstrate their love for one another through the most extreme scenes they’ve ever played.

There is, however, one rule to trump all others for Tyler—to protect Sir’s most loved possession, even if it means disobedience or going against his own need to submit to his Master without question or complaint.

This weekend will open up levels of their relationship they’ve never dreamed of before.

Reader Advisory: This book contains intense BDSM scenes, strong pain-play, mild humiliation, fisting, pet-play and mild sensual torment. Please be aware of the twenty-four-seven Total Power Exchange dynamic between those two men.
Like the sound of A Weekend Unbound? Buy it here:

About S. Dora:
S. Dora is the me writing m/m erotica, though I can imagine a m/f or f/f story might suddenly decide they want to get written too, somewhere in the future. The real me is also writing: novels and stories that don't revolve around the down and dirty. And the non-writing me? Is it interesting to know I'm a woman, born in 1961? That my wife and I celebrate our 33th anniversary in October 2015? That we have two sons and five cats and live near Rotterdam? That I had a novel published in Dutch? And one in English? That Dora is because of the little mechanical typewriter I bought with money earned with my very first summer job? That I studied social history and done all kinds of jobs? I guess it actually is, if only because every story ever told is important to at least one reader.

About A. Moore:
I have been reading gay erotica for over 15 years now and I’ve been writing it for a little under ten years. I’ve always had an interest in Dominance and submission, and my writing reflects how my thinking about the scene has evolved. I live in the southern United States, an area not incredibly open to alternative lifestyles, and the internet has been my salvation. I spent about six months working on a website, designing tease and denial games, and it is still one of my biggest kinks.

COMPETITION TIME: S. Dora and A. Moore are also running a competition for the chance to win a $50 gift card of choice. If you are interested please comment below with your reaction to this blog along with your email! If you feel more comfortable not commenting here, please email S. directly at The winner will be generated by at the end of the tour.


Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Gin & Jazz 1 - 4 is a Rainbow Awards Finalist! #RainbowAwards #Finalist #GLBT #Books

To say that I'm thrilled would be a massive understatement - especially when I'm in such stellar company. I won't predict what my chances are since I've read and love so many of the books that are up for an award in the same category as I am - Gay Erotic Romance. If you aren't familiar with the awards, they happen every year and were begun and organized by Elisa Rolle of Elisa - My Reviews and Ramblings. You can get a full list of all the finalists HERE.

One of the most awesome aspects of these awards is that there are no entry fees, only a suggested donation of $25 per entry to the GLBT charity of your choice. You can see the list of charities and the amounts that were raised at the top of the post.

So best of luck to all the talented authors that have made it to the finals, and for now, I'll share a snippet from  Hollywood Bound, Book 1 of Gin & Jazz.

Jack and Nick seek fortune and adventure in the silent film era of Hollywood. But their newly-expressed love is threatened by the heady allure of fame, gin and easy money.

“Are you okay Nick?”
Jack’s soft, sweet voice brought him back to the present. The peace that had been in his the dream the other night had returned. Except this time it was for real. He hugged Jack tightly, and kissed his temple.
“I’m real good kid. Real good.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t call me kid no more. I’m your man…aren’t I?”
Nick smiled. It was a given that things would be different now, but he felt a little nostalgia about his pet name for Jack. But he was right. Jack was getting older, and he couldn’t treat him like a greenhorn forever.
“You’re my man, Jacky boy, and don’t you forget it.” He squeezed him hard on the last couple of words. “I can still call you Jacky boy though, right?”
“Sure Nick. I don’t mind that.”
They lay still for a while. Jack cleared his throat, then spoke up tentatively.
“If I’m your man, I’d like to make you feel good too. I know how to do what you just did to me.”
Nick tensed a little. He was still hard, and he still wanted to come off. But for some odd reason, letting Jack pleasure him made it official. That they were a couple. They were in a mutually satisfying relationship. How would that ever work in the real world? Jack had told him about the pansy clubs back in New York, but that had been before Nick had been willing to admit that he was…what was the term one of the musicians had used once?
Gay. He asked if Jack was gay.
Nick had needed an explanation, because he’d had no idea what the man meant. Apparently it was a word that was beginning to be popular amongst men like him and Jack. It was certainly a lot better than being called a sissy or a fag. It sounded a lot nicer. But would they be able to live openly as a gay couple in Hollywood, and not get arrested or beaten? He’d heard things were a lot looser there. But one never knew what was fact, and what was rumour.
“If you don’t want me to, Nick, I’ll understand.”
Nick squeezed him hard again.
“I’d like it, Jack, I really would.”
Nick let go of Jack, mourning the loss of their closeness immediately, but he was quickly distracted by Jack’s mouth on his dick. It was complete rapture. The moist heat of Jack’s mouth, and the way he hungrily suckled Nick left him feeling perfect and whole. There was also a possessiveness that had been bubbling under the surface, but it really took root now. He thrust into Jack’s mouth in an upward motion, coupling with him, grabbing fistfuls of Jack’s wispy hair as he moaned loudly. Jack responded by opening up his throat and taking Nick even deeper in. He could feel Jack using one of his hands to caress Nick’s balls, adding to the already amazing sensations. But he wasn’t prepared for the next thrill. Jack alternately teased his balls, and grasped the base of his cock, moving his fist up and down in time with his sucking.
Jack moved his hand behind Nick’s balls, using his wet fingers to search between Nick’s ass cheeks. Nick was uncertain if he should say something, or try and stop Jack, but he was too excited. He could feel one of Jack’s digits nudging at his asshole, and he clenched up.
This is unnatural.
At that moment, Jack pulled almost all the way off of Nick’s shaft, and flicked his tongue rapidly on the tip of his penis. Nick relaxed, and all of his attention focused on that small part of his body. There was a sudden pop of something into his anus. Jack swallowed him all the way in again, and finger-fucked Nick’s hole. It was too much. For a few seconds, he had considered yanking himself away from Jack, thinking that things had gone too far. But now Jack massaged a spot inside him that sent shivers to the tip of his dick, all whilst he continued to eat and tongue him relentlessly.
He knew what he wanted. He wanted Jack inside of him, and he wanted to pound his dick into Jack. There was a sense of freedom at this realisation, and as Jack took him to new heights of pleasure, he exploded into a million pieces. He couldn’t believe the amount of jizz that came out of him. He pulled hard on Jack’s hair—his cries too loud—and he rammed himself into Jack’s face.
God, this feels so fuckin’ good.
There wasn’t the slightest chance he’d ever consider trying to live a straight life again. Not after this. Jack was his everything now. He only wanted to do whatever it took to make and keep him happy.
The Gin & Jazz series is available at all E-tailers and at TOTALLY BOUND

Saturday, October 4, 2014

A Sexy State of Mind for #MySexySaturday #gay #erotic #romance #bloghop #excerpt

For this week's My Sexy Saturday, it's all about how your state of mind is what really matters. Our brains are our biggest erogenous zone, so for this week, I'm gonna share 7-ish paragraphs from my new release All Fired Up (Sin City Uniforms 1)

The vistas were amazing, the rock formations striking. Shawn felt bad that he kept stopping every few minute to take pictures, but he couldn’t help it. He was ecstatic that Trent had brought him to such a spectacular place for their first outing together, and that he’d been continually treated to the sight of Trent’s rippling quads that were on display below his shorts. His ass bunching under his thin khaki shorts had been rather delightful as well. It was awesome letting Trent take the lead.

“If all my picture taking is annoying you, tell me to stop.” He laughed lightly. “I don’t wanna bore you.”

“I’m not bored.”

Trent had maintained his intense gaze on him all morning. It was a look Shawn doubted he could ever get enough of, the sort of look that made a man want to fall into a spontaneous orgasm. He covered the smile forming on his lips at the thought, the visual cracking him up on the inside. It appeared he hadn’t been entirely successful at hiding his mirth.

“What’s so funny?”

There wasn’t the slightest chance he was going to blurt out what he’d actually been thinking. He settled for an approximation of the truth. “I’m really enjoying myself. Thanks for bringing me here, it was a good call.”
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