#NewRelease Spotlight: WHERE THE HEART BELONGS, by Iyana Jenna

Released as a part of Forbidden Love line from Torquere Press, Where the Heart Belongs tells the story of two brothers Zach and Drew with their unnatural relationship. When something terrible happens to Zach, an African American FBI Agent, Eugene Harris comes into the picture adding more complications. This is #1 of the Triangle Series.

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Where the Heart Belongs

By: Iyana Jenna
Published By: Torquere Press
Published: Feb 03, 2016
Word Count: 8,200
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Blurb

His brother slash boyfriend, Drew is leaving him. It makes Zach unaware of his surrounding and a hate-crime psycho takes him off guard. He is kidnapped and tortured. Zach is saved by the FBI and as a surviving witness, he is brought to stay with FBI Agent Eugene Harris.

Gradually, Eugene gets to know Zach. He should have been disgusted, but instead, all he wants is comfort Zach.

Will Zach accept that Drew is not coming back? Will Eugene finally have the gut to tell Zach how he feels?

 

Excerpt

“Come with me, Zach.”

“Hush…” Zach whispered. He wanted to treasure the moment as much as he could but it was him who pulled back first. “Let’s go,” he said harshly. “You will miss your bus.” His heart bled at how Drew stared at him in confusion, hurt in his eyes. But he knew he had to let go now or he would never be able to.

He helped Drew with his bags and grasped Drew’s jacket sleeve, hugging him tight and kissing him again, not caring who might be watching. Drew clung onto him just like he used to during those cold nights whenever they were alone in a motel room, and squeezed him for the last time, pulling back. Their eyes met.

“I’ll come back for you.”

Long after the bus was gone, Zach was still standing at the bus station, his heart heavy. Drew was his brother and his lover. Zach realized the unnatural nature of their relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. They only had each other in their lives.

Zach remembered one night. He had been nine at that time and Drew had been five. Rain had been pouring down the Earth for like hours now but there was no sign of stopping from the sound of it. Zach shot a wary gaze to the wide window and the thin lacey curtains covering it—a useless thing in his humble opinion—they could not stop him and Drew from staring right through the rain, let alone from the thunder and lightning that cracked almost every five minutes.

Alone only with little Drew in their small apartment—their father had yet to return, Zach did not dare shut his eyes even for a second. Not in this weather. Not when closing his eyes meant letting Drew out of his sight, although the kid was curled up right here with him, never far from his embrace.

 

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Book Title: The Secret of Obedience
Author: Liv Rancourt
Genre: M/M romance
Release Date: November 30, 2015
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Book Blurb

Can a jock find love with a hot little hipster? Opposites attract, but secrets divide.

Ronnie Durand is a country boy who transfers to the University of Washington after two years at Central. He’ll have to give up playing football, though finishing his education at a major university in Seattle – and being out and proud without having to look over his shoulder – makes the sacrifice worthwhile.

But finding friends at a huge school is tough, especially when the hottest guy Ronnie meets makes him doubt his own sanity.

Sang’s been on his own a long time. He’s only a couple steps away from living on the street, and he’s got dreams so big they don’t leave space for a steady boyfriend. Then he meets Ronnie, who just might be strong enough to break through his barriers….as long as Sang lets him in on one big secret.

excerpt

Vietnamese cooking…

It’s warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt, and the campus is relatively quiet except for a handful of die-hard election enthusiasts who are still passing out flyers in front of the HUB. I ignore the idiots pushing their anti-gay marriage agenda, and sidestep the fans of Senator Whozit. My freakishly liberal mother married a small town Republican, so I grew up taking the fifth on political stuff, more of an agnostic than an actual atheist. I pretty much can’t open my mouth without being accused of siding with one of them, so I keep it shut.

But I do grab a pamphlet explaining why marijuana should be legal, because duh.

The Ave is busier than the campus, mostly with college kids wandering through the pizza places to the used book stores to the faded pubs. A steady stream of cars rolls past, blunting the crisp fall air with exhaust. I’m about to duck into the College Inn Pub when Sang comes around the corner of 40th St.

Sang.

Surprise hits me harder than the coffee I had for breakfast, fading to a rock-hard blast of desire. His long hair is twisted into a bun and secured with a pair of glossy black sticks. His faded gray tunic hits him about mid-thigh, his legs are bare, and he’s wearing a beat-up pair of Dr. Martens and a long feathered earring. Maybe I’m weird, but I want him in all his freaky, funky beauty.

I cross my arms and wait. There’s no place for him to go except right past me. Across the street, someone bursts out cursing and a driver lays on their car’s horn. I glance over. No blood. I glance back. No Sang. Dammit. There’s only one store between me and where I saw him last, and it’s one of those one-off Asian places where the window’s crowded with candies and porcelain bowls and small brass Buddhas. Nowhere else he could have gone, so I push through the door.

The light is much dimmer than outside, and it takes me a minute to adjust. I catch a flash of white in the corner, Sang’s feather. He’s contemplating a display of colored packages, but all the labels are in some other language, so I don’t know what they are. I walk up behind him, close enough to pick up his unique scent through the store’s incense and sesame oil smell.

“Don’t crowd me, Sugar Cookie.” He doesn’t turn around.

Right. I take another step, close enough for the hem of his skirt to brush against my shorts.

He spins around and puts his hand on my chest. “What are you doing?” He sounds indignant, but his eyes are laughing.

And his smile strips me bare.

“I was thinking about grabbing a beer next door.” I flick the feather with my index finger. “Wanna join me?”

His smile softens, and he tugs my hand away from his earring, lacing our fingers together. “I’m sorry, baby. I can’t. I’m working today.”

“What are you doing? Do you live down here?” So many questions. Finding him on The Ave pretty much convinces me his “I don’t go to UW” line is bullshit.

He brushes my knuckles against his cheek. “I wish I had time to play.” He spins back around. “I’m just grabbing something quick for lunch.”

Frustration forces me back a little. “Okay well, maybe I should grab something, too. The Husky game starts in about an hour.”

“Are you going to watch the Seahawks tomorrow?” He slides a glance over his shoulder and flicks his fingers so I can see his team-colors manicure.

I almost say “only if you’ll watch it with me”, but I don’t want to get shot down again. “Yeah, if I get my homework done.”

“Good. They’re playing Denver, you know, and I hate the Broncos.”

Talking football with my favorite freak surrounded by a store full of Made In China is a little surreal. My head’s pretty spun when he grabs a bag off the rack and shoves it at me.

“Here,” he says, grinning so hard he’s almost giving himself a dimple. “You need some of this.”

The bag is full of little brown balls about the size of peas. “What is it?”

“Bap chien gion. Like corn nuts.”

He’s still digging through the racks, flipping from package to package. “This one, too.” He tosses something back at me.

I do my best to read the label. “Moot dow tai.”

“Mut dau tay.” He echoes me, but the words sound nothing like mine.

“Is this Chinese or something?”

He gives me an exasperated look over his shoulder and twitches his ass so it bumps against my thighs. “Vietnamese, Cookie.”

I feel sorta stupid. I’ve never met anyone from Vietnam before. Still holding the last package he’s handed me, I ask “What are these red things?”

“Strawberry candy. I love them.”

Might be a weird combination with the beer I’d been planning to drink during the Husky game, but I don’t want to offend him a second time. If I even offended him the first time. It’s hard to tell. His energy is as changeable as a river when there are clouds overhead, sometimes sparkling but other times dark as pitch.

“This one’s good, too. Hat sen sey kho. Fried lotus seeds.” He spins, hands it to me, too close, making it hard for me to breathe. He grabs a couple more for himself and steps up until he’s pressed against me. “Come on, Cookie. Get out of the way so I can pay for this.” He snuggles his nose against my chest, humming so I can feel the vibration in my sternum.

“I gotta get back to work.” His body and his mouth are saying such completely different things that I can’t move, don’t know how to respond. After a moment he sighs and steps around me. “If I go out tonight, it won’t be until very late. I have to work.”

Hope and disappointment have an MMA bout in my gut. “Don’t know if I’ll go out at all.”

“Maybe I’ll see you next week some time, then.”

Hope gets the upper hand. “Will you?”

“What?” His feather flutters in a sudden breeze.

“See me next week?”

“If you get very, very lucky.” He slides some cash to the shriveled old woman behind the register. She speaks to him in Vietnamese, and he laughs and answers back. Then he’s gone, but when I go to pay for the snacks he’s chosen for me, I find out he already did.

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I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire…or sometimes demon, and I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.

I can be found on-line at all hours of the day and night at my website & blog (www.liv-rancourt.blogspot.com), on Facebook (www.facebook.com/liv.rancourt), or on Twitter (www.twitter.com/LivRancourt). Come find me. We’ll have fun!

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#NewRelease Spotlight: CHARACTER OBSESSION, by Iyana Jenna

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Thank you so much for having me on your blog today. I visited with my re-released title, Character Obsession. It was published by my publisher, Breathless Press, but they were closed some time ago. I am so grateful that Evernight adopted this story. I was so happy with some additional parts suggested by my editor here in Evernight. I think they were a great idea!

Title: Character Obsession

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: MM Contemporary Romance

Word count: 14,800

Heat Level: 3

Blurb:

Chase Riley, a Hollywood actor, is kidnapped. One of the abductors, Luke Nelson, is delusional and thinks that Chase is Elliot, the character Chase plays in his procedural cop series on TV. Luke plans to replay what happened to Elliot on the show with Chase. The worse thing is that Luke gets help from his father who seems to be as crazy as his son. 

Chase’s boyfriend, co-actor Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister when Chase is abducted. He grows worried when his call to Chase goes unanswered. Will he ever see his boyfriend again?

This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.

Be Warned: m/m sex

Excerpt:

Chase’s mind whirled and before he thought of anything else, he grabbed the door and threw himself out—or so he thought. The man was faster. A lot faster. He seized Chase by his jacket and just—stabbed him in his side. Chase caught his breath, and for some time he didn’t realize what happened. He sucked in a breath and whimpered when the guy yanked the knife out none too gently. Chase felt his world darken so he didn’t notice when the man slipped out of the car, came to be at the driver’s door, and wrenched him out from behind the steering wheel. As his breathing turned labored, Chase grappled at the source of the pain on his side and winced as he grasped it.

“Come on. Move.” The guy grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed Chase in front of him.

Chase swayed in the man’s clutches, but he pulled himself up as he controlled his breath.

Chase attempted to plant his feet as he was dragged up the stairs, but the pain had become too much and he could only comply. At one time the man rested him against the wall, took off his sunglasses, and pulled down his jacket hood, revealing himself. Chase gasped. The man was practically the mirror image of that Bob Nelson he met earlier at the diner, only rounder and much sturdier. And also a lot younger. What worried Chase was this man took off his disguise and didn’t seem too concerned he could recognize him. Not like Chase would be able to escape him and go to the cops, anyway. He was too sluggish to even move. They’d come in the back door, but not much attention was given to them by those at the front desk. Chase suspected that the man had stayed in the hotel long enough that he’d become just another familiar face.

The man’s grip tighten around his arm, but Chase kept his glare toward the receptionist in an attempt to get his attention—which failed totally—for the guy kept his head down. As his abductor dragged him toward the elevator, Chase palmed his side and lifted his hand with dread. It was damp and deep red with blood.

“Don’t do anything you’re going to regret,” the guy whispered to his ear as they got into the elevator, which, to Chase’s dismay, was empty. “I don’t want to have to kill you, Elliot. I love you.”

Chase turned cold at the mention of his character’s name. “I’m not Elliot,” he choked out. “I’m Chase.”

“Hush.” The man pulled Chase’s back against him, wrapping his long, muscled arm around Chase’s shoulders, waving the knife before Chase’s eyes.

Chase began to tremble.

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About Iyana

Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spend her nights mostly dreaming of love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: SUNSHINE AND LOVE, by Doris O’Connor @mamad8

Today I welcome my buddy Doris O’Connor. She’s got a fabulous new release I’m so excited about! I can’t wait to read this!!

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Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sunshine and Love. Like all of the MM stories I’ve written so far this one took me by surprise.
 
I’d found a yummy man candy pic to share with my reader group the RavDor Chicks. This hunk to be precise.
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I wondered what hero he might be, and in our ensuing brainstorming session we came up with the following. He was a Dom, struggling with who he was. A single dad in need of a nanny. Oh and wouldn’t it be cool if this was a MM….
 
That’s all it took for my muse to sit up, rub her hands in glee, and force my fingers to the keyboard. Sunshine and Love was born, and I had oodles of fun, and also shed a tear or two in the writing of this story. Hopefully, you lovely readers will go through the same emotions.
 
As an aside, if you’ve read Under his Boss, you will also recognise a few familiar names, as they make an appearance in this story. J
 
Now, to quote Jordan…Sunshine and Love is all you need….
 
 
Blurb:
He needs a nanny not a submissive…

Aaron Gibson is struggling with his many hats—single dad, business owner, Dom. His desperate search for a suitable nanny for his daughter Sunshine grinds to a halt when Jordan Carole walks into his office.

This inked biker is certainly not your ordinary kind of nanny, but the man’s instant rapport with his daughter convinces Aaron that Jordan is perfect for the job. All Aaron has to do is keep his hands off his nanny—simple, right?

Well, it would be if the two men could ignore the combustible, sexual tension between them. Jordan wants nothing more than to be allowed to take care of his new boss and his adorable baby.

If only he could convince the stubborn man that Sunshine and Love is all they need.

Story Excerpt:

Aaron swiped the unwelcome tears off his face and hugged the precious bundle in his arms tighter.
“Sorry, kiddo, it’s just you, me and Auntie Kenna now.” His daughter screwed up her little button nose, as though she was disgusted with that idea, and Aaron laughed.
“Yeah, I know, not the most appealing process, is it baby girl?”
“I don’t know, that depends on your view point.” The deep gravelly voice with the hint of an accent he couldn’t place shook Aaron out of his morose thoughts, and he spun round to face the intruder to his office. He was all ready to give him
a piece of his mind, but the words stuck to the roof of his mouth, when he took in the new arrival.
At least six foot three of lean muscle, the stranger smiled at him. The action exposed enticing dimples in his hard jaw. It was the incongruous sight of this man holding Sunshine’s bottle in one hand, and a motorbike helmet in the other,  however, that really got to Aaron.
The biker put down his helmet, shrugged out of his jacket, and taking the lid of Sunshine’s bottle, tipped it to test the temperature of her feed on his wrist. The action exposed the swirling designs of this man’s ink, and his biceps flexed as he ran a hand through his straggly brown hair, and then took a step toward Aaron.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I was waiting outside and couldn’t help but overhear. As your assistant was busy showing the so called nanny out, I took the liberty of finishing off the baby’s bottle. If you hand her over, I’ll feed her. The way she’s sucking on that fist, she’ll erupt any minute now, and knowing babies, we won’t be able to hear ourselves think, let alone try and have a conversation, Sir.”
The unexpected intonation on the title further caught Aaron off guard, and he handed Sunshine over without protest, when the biker stepped so close that his scent invaded Aaron’s nostrils. Sunshine, leather, oil, and that unmistakable aroma of virile man that meant most of Aaron’s blood shot south, and his dick sat up and took notice. A most unwelcome  development, considering where they were, and the fact that this man was currently feeding little Sunshine with a
practiced ease that spoke of years of experience.
“Right, yes, and you are?” he asked. The biker flashed him another quick grin, before he dropped his gaze to Aaron’s collarbone and kept it there. The inherently submissive tell meant that Aaron grew hard as nails, and clearing his throat, Aaron sought refuge behind his desk to hide his body’s reaction to this man. He gestured to the chair opposite for biker man to sit down, and after another quick glance up the stranger did so.
“Jordan Carole, and your four o’clock appointment, I believe. At least that’s when Kenna said I should come here,” he said. “I was waiting my turn when everything seemed to kick off, and pardon me saying, Sir, I’m mighty glad you kicked that
sorry excuse of a nanny out of here. Fancy wanting to put a newborn on a feeding schedule, let alone a preemie. The daftest thing I ever did hear.”
He glanced up again, rewarding Aaron with a glimpse of warm, amber eyes, which crinkled up into laughter lines. This was a man who smiled easily, and despite appearances clearly knew what he was doing, if the contented sucking noises coming from Sunshine were anything to go by.
“Quite so.” Aaron said, and Jordan smiled, put the bottle on the desk, and lifted the baby up to wind her.
“She doesn’t wind easily.” His daughter called Aaron a liar, when she immediately gave a huge burp, and Aaron shook his head in amazement.
“How the hell did you do that? It takes me hours to get her to burp, let alone take a freaking bottle, and then the minute we’re finished she wants another one.”
“Ah, can’t tell you that, Sir. Trade secret, see.”
Jordan Carole winked at him, and then turned his attention back to Sunshine.
“Like I said I couldn’t help but overhear your earlier exchange, and if you’re looking for a more holistic approach to bringing up your daughter, than I’m your man, so to speak.”
Aaron groaned under his breath at the erotic images that immediately assaulted his brain at those innocent enough words, and he picked up the stack of CVs on his desk. Anything to take his mind out of the gutter. Sure enough there on the
top, sat the CV of one Carole, Jordan. He’d assumed the applicant was a woman, not one prime specimen of male hunk that reminded Aaron of how long it had been since he’d last had sex. Way before Sunshine’s mum Hope had found the first
lump, that’s for sure. She’d been just eight weeks into her much wanted pregnancy then.
Aaron cleared his throat to get rid of the lump of emotion lodged in his throat, and when he looked up it was to find Jordan watching him.
“I’m truly sorry for your loss. Kenna filled me in on the details, and as I’m available right now, she thought I might be the solution you’re looking for. As you can see I have plenty of experience, and I would be more than happy to serve you … I mean your daughter, Sir.”

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Author bio
 

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: JACK AND THE JEAN STOCK, by H.K. Carlton

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Let’s hear it for the boys! And Naughty Fairy Tales!

Thank you so much for having me on your site today and allowing me to share my latest release, Jack and the Jean Stock, with you and your readers.

You’ve seen them right? The erotic retellings of some of our favorite childhood stories, all naughtied up for adult consumption. Cinderella snags her Prince, Belle tames her Beast, Little Red Riding Hood humps the wolf, Alice and the Mad Hatter get down and dirty, while that rascally White Rabbit watches, and Puss and Boots, well that’s just too damn easy. J

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What’s missing? The boys!

I’m not really sure why, but when I decided I was going to have a go at penning a naughty fairy tale, I kept circling back to Jack and the Beanstalk. But Jack wasn’t materializing as a young boy, as in the original. No, his image kept presenting as a well-built, strapping Jack. Of course, you can’t have a Jack without a giant. And, oh hot damn, Jack’s giant is even hotter.

If you’re familiar with the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk; I tried to stay true to many of the stories’ memorable features—though I don’t want to give too much of my version of the story away—I even managed to keep the famed Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, but probably not in the way you’d expect. I also gave the tale a modern update along with my own little twist, that gives Jack and his giant, a whole new connotation.

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Strapped for cash and drowning in his ailing mother’s medical debt, the one bright spark in Jack Castor’s life is working his dream job for a specialty clothing manufacturer that caters to large men. Although his personal life is all but nonexistent, career-wise, he thrives under the tutelage of his friend and father-like mentor, Cronus Gigandet, a gigantic man with a heart to match. But when Cronus dies suddenly, the company’s future is thrown into uncertainty.

Titan Gigandet, Cronus’ wayward son, a giant of a man in his own right, is furious when he learns his father has included his upstart protégé, Jack, in his will, leaving him equal shares in the family-run factory. Reluctantly, Titan rescinds his own self-imposed exile and returns to a company in turmoil.

The gloves come off, and the major players fight for control. With the shareholder’s agreement about to run out, decisions concerning the business need to be made, and quick. But Jack and Titan clash at every turn. The pair is so at odds, the quarrels rapidly become physical, but fists soon give way to angry, forbidden kisses. Though the blazing new attraction does nothing to quell the antagonism or distrust between them.

While battling to save the company, Jack’s mother takes a turn for the worse. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Titan unearths a stunning find.

Could this new discovery be Jack’s ‘golden goose’ or just the beginning of the end to everything Jack holds dear?

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Excerpt: 18+ m/m

The big man lay there, still as death.

“Oh bloody hell!” Jack rushed to his side. Kneeling, he took his pulse. It beat reassuringly.

He was afraid to turn him over just in case he injured him more. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to get him to the house by himself.

Jack pulled out his cell phone and was about to dial 911 when Titan groaned and rolled over onto his back. To Jack’s surprise, he smiled up at him and chuckled. In his half-drunken state, his eyes were half-mast and dreamy. And once again, it hit Jack square in the gut how handsome the man was, even if he was the world’s largest prick.

“Well, come on, Englishman, help me.” He reached up.

After a moment of hesitation, Jack took his giant hand, and after planting his feet, he braced to heave the massive man back up onto his enormous feet.

But as Titan began to sit up, the easy-going expression on his face changed and too late Jack realized he was going down.

Titan might have his size going for him, but Jack knew how to fight. It was one of the good things that had come out of his on-again off-again relationship with Sergeant Tabart. Grappling with Deputy Dimples was one of his favorite workouts.

But with the element of surprise, Titan clipped him on the jaw before he could even get his bearings, rattling his thoughts.

Titan tried to straddle his prone body, taking the dominant position, but his intoxication worked in Jack’s favor.

“You fucking bastard!” Titan roared, about to drop another fist, but Jack took evasive action and craned his neck to the side while twisting his body beneath the behemoth on top of him. Slightly off balance, Titan swayed, his knee leaving solid ground by Jack’s hip. Jack seized the opportunity and bucked the bigger man, not off— he would be so lucky, but it was enough to change the trajectory of his fist. His clenched hand landed with a thud in the grass near Jack’s chin.

“You sneaky fuck, I hate you!”

That pissed him off. Jack punched the inside of Titan’s bent elbow, knocking the joint out. The big man fell forward and Jack tried to dislodge him.

They rolled and somehow Jack ended up on top. “You’ve no right to hate me,” he yelled. “I’ve done nothing to you. ‘Til now!” Looking for a little payback, Jack punched his nice strong chin.

“Umpf!”

The next thing Jack knew, they were rolling around the front yard like a couple of twelve-year-olds fighting over all the marbles.

“You took my fucking life!” Titan landed another stinging blow, this time catching Jack’s cheekbone.

“You’re insane!” Keeping up the tit for tat, Jack nailed Titan’s chiseled cheek.

“That should have been my job. My inheritance. My dad!”

“He was your dad, you freaking moron. That’s something I could never take away from you. He loved you.” Jack got the upper hand and looked down at him. “He was proud of you. Don’t ask me why. You were a lousy son. You’re the one that fucked up by staying away! You can’t blame anyone but yourself for that.” Jack punched him again. “Not even me!”

Titan growled like a rabid animal; his strength surged. Another tumble and Jack was on the bottom again. He braced himself for the onslaught to come. Luckily the ginormous man was half tired out from wrestling. Jack struggled, trying to capture his wrists and control him and the situation before he did him some real harm.

It only seemed to piss him off all the more. His nostrils flared. He gritted his straight white teeth. He continued to snarl obscenities and blame Jack for everything wrong with his life. He lowered his center of gravity as they continued to grapple. Practically face to face now, Jack cringed, afraid Titan might resort to using those sharp looking chompers since he was unable to inflict pain any other way.

He howled and dropped his cheek to Jack’s. Mortified, Jack squirmed, turning his head from side to side in an attempt to get away from the angry man. Their noses hit. Whiskers chaffed.

Out of nowhere, Titan inhaled abruptly, then his full lips grazed Jack’s. By accident of course but it was enough to peak Jack’s interest. What would he do to him if he realized Jack was aroused?

Titan continued to twist his head back and forth, as if using his forehead to hold Jack down. But with every pass he managed to swipe across Jack’s mouth.

One minute they were brawling and the next Titan captured his lips in the angriest adversarial but amazingly stirring kiss he’d ever experienced.

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H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.

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I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.

Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: HEAVEN’S JUST A SIN AWAY, by Tyler Robbins

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Having just lost his mother to cancer, eighteen year old, Blueford “Blue” Mason returned to their hometown of Danville, Texas to live with his reticent grandmother, Alma. The two struggle to bond while Blue undergoes a metamorphosis into manhood, discovering new things about himself, his sexuality, life, love and even heartbreak.

After leaving his former fire department due to intolerance of his sexuality, twenty-three year old, Jack West moved to Danville to work as an EMT for his uncle’s small fire department. He’d resigned himself to living a quiet life alone until Blue came along and turned his world upside-down.

Will the young lovers find acceptance in Danville or will shameful secrets from the distant past set this town ablaze when the people around them are forced to face their own shortcomings?

Heaven’s just a sin away for everyone, especially when every sin is created equally.

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Goddamn. What the hell am I doing? Despite his first inclination to get up and leave the room as fast as his legs could carry him, Jack gave into Blue’s persistent movement. “Goddamn, Blue.” He was huge. Even through clothes, Jack could feel every inch of the thick, stiff shaft. He wanted so badly to unzip Blue’s pants and suck out every drop of cum he had to offer. He couldn’t though. Not like this. Not so soon.

Jack shook off the dizzying argument complicating his thoughts.

The way Blue looked up at him, Jack couldn’t ignore the desperate plea darkening those fucking bottomless sapphire-blue orbs. “What is it?” Concern nipped at the nerves along the base of Jack’s skull.

“I’ve never…” He pressed his lips together, his gaze cutting away.

What? He’s never… Jack’s mind instantly blanked as the revelation sank in. Holy shit. He’d suspected, but—Damn.

Despite knowing better, Jack moved his hand up and down, kneading Blue’s cock through his pants. He’d become even hotter in some twisted, erotic way. “Never?”

Blue slowly shook his head. “Never even been kissed until now.”

Jack had absolutely lost his mind. Nothing was more exhilarating or more dangerous than being someone’s first. But being someone’s first kiss, first jerk-off and possibly first everything else all in one fell swoop was riskier than running into an exploding high-rise inferno. Someone would definitely get burned before this was over. Jack knew it deep in his gut.

Blue put his hand on top of Jack’s and pushed down, encouraging him. “Don’t stop.” He jammed the back of his head into the sofa cushion with a deep, sensual moan as his body shuddered beneath Jack’s touch.

Jack couldn’t help it. He ground his groin into Blue’s thigh. He had to know. He had to feel each tremor, each twitch. Nothing else mattered in that moment other than witnessing this thing of beauty unravel under his touch.

Blue bucked upward, and that was it. That was all it took.

Jack rubbed harder, faster. “God, you’re fucking killing me here.” He memorized the blue-green veins protruding from the strained muscles in Blue’s neck and the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. The subtle way his lips puckered and the way his brow hardened from what Jack knew was that erotic ache that takes over when on the brink of orgasm. “Give it to me.” He’d never wanted anything more.

Blue bit his bottom lip and grimaced, prompting Jack to forget all about his own pending explosion and focus on what Blue was about to experience. Jack searched Blue’s eyes. “You want this bad, don’t you?”

Blue nodded, his brows creasing even deeper until he squeezed his eyelids shut.

Jack kissed and suckled the curve of Blue’s neck then whispered in his ear, “Come for me.”

Blue thrust his groin upward and arched his back, lifting himself off the couch and up against Jack’s body. “Oh fuck.”

His body jerked, and Jack instantly felt the heat from inside Blue’s still buttoned khakis.

“Ung.” Blue gripped Jack tightly around the neck and fell back onto the cushions, dragging Jack with him.

Almost there, Jack only needed a few seconds more. He continued to grind into Blue’s leg, but Blue nudged him back and cupped Jack’s cock through his jeans. They both looked down and watched as Jack fucked the concave curve of Blue’s open hand.

Blue’s persistence surprised Jack. Maybe he had more experience than he’d led Jack to believe. Blue rubbed up and down, and Jack held his breath until—his balls drew up and a delicious tremor zinged across his body like a tiny earthquake, intensified by the young man beneath him and the way Blue so eagerly finished him off.

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Tyler Robbins, a.k.a. Robin Badillo, is a down to earth mother of four, born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly grown kids and a pack of spoiled dogs.

After years of being a wife and mom, complete with company picnics and fundraisers for the P.T.A., Robin found herself starting over when her husband of fifteen years suddenly passed away in 2006. With no particular skills to speak of, Robin took the advice of friends and family, and followed her heart and passion for writing into the publishing world.

A fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her reader’s appetite. Whether mainstream and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s LGBT romance line, Robin strives to create characters who are endearing and relatable.

Adversity is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair is simply God’s graffiti.