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Saturday, August 30, 2014

The final Paint Store Boy is here at last

Deep Purple Dreams The Paint Store Boys book 4(MM)

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, September 6th.

Blurb: Underneath Cuthbert Lewis’s prim charcoal suit beats a heart that longs for a bad boy to spank him and love him completely and thoroughly. Ponytailed, tattooed Samuel Gosling knows exactly what he needs. Starting with getting up close and personal against the alley wall outside Pinky’s gay bar.
Cuthbert is the final co-owner of The Paint Store. All his friends have found their Mr. Right, but happiness hasn’t come his way yet. And just when he thinks Samuel might be his answer, he discovers that due to his trusting innocence someone has been taking advantage of him at work.
Sam is falling for Cuth fast and hard, but can two such very different people ever find common ground, other than against a wall? Is Cuthbert too naïve to cope with the real world? And what about the other The Paint Store owners? Are they going to get involved as well?

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Cuthbert Lewis, aged twenty-eight, senior finance officer for Simla Inc., was the only one remaining in the large booth at Pinky’s gay bar. All his friends had left. He was one of four partners in The Paint Store. He’d been so pleased and excited for his gay friends as one by one they’d found their Mr. Right. Now he was the only one left. But would he ever find his own perfect partner?
Because Cuthbert had a secret.
Deep in his heart he liked his sex a bit rough and a little bit bad. Not broken-bones rough. And not drug-dealing outlaw motorcycle gang bad. But some nice deep-purple bruises on his ass rough. And maybe some pushed up against a wall and fucked right there and then bad.
He stared down at his charcoal-gray suit, starched white shirt, and shiny black dress shoes in despair. How the fuck would he ever find Mr. Naughty when, as an SFO, he had to look and dress like this? He’d considered getting a tattoo, but to keep his job it would have to be where no one at work would ever see it, so what would be the point of that? No one in a bar would ever see it either.
Morosely he took another sip of his sparkling water. And that was another thing. People looking for sex didn’t drink sparkling water. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had more than a single alcoholic drink when he was out for an evening. The fear of losing his driving license ensured that was his limit. Even at home he almost never had more than two drinks, because he wanted to be absolutely sure any effects of the alcohol were gone from his bloodstream before work the next morning. Damn he was boring.
Maybe he should go online to one of those dating sites and try to find himself a hot bad boy there. But from what he’d heard, far too many of the people there lied terribly about who they were and what they wanted, and some of them were already in steady relationships and were just looking for a bit of fun on the side. There was no way Cuthbert ever intended coming between partners. That was totally against his beliefs and standards.
“Dance with me.”
Cuthbert looked up, startled. It was a statement, not a question, and the man who’d made the statement had the most unusual amber eyes Cuthbert had ever seen. He was just about to say he didn’t dance, when he noticed a tattoo peeking out from under the edge of the tight black T-shirt Amber Eyes was wearing. He put his water down and stood up, sliding out of the booth and following the other man onto the dance floor.
“My name’s Sam.”
“I’m Cuthbert.”
“Cuthbert? Do they call you Bert?”
“No.” No one shortened his name at work, and his family had never shortened it either. Occasionally Basil, one of the co-owners of The Paint Store called him Cuth.
“Are you serious? It’s a bit of a mouthful. I’m actually Samuel but most people just say Sam.”
Cuthbert swallowed and said, “I do have a friend who calls me Cuth.”
“I don’t know what your problem is with Bert, but Cuth will do. So, Cuth, what do you do?”
To say senior finance officer seemed like too much information, or bragging, so he said, “Accountant. And you?”
“Landscape gardening. Own my own company. Work when and if I goddamn feel like it.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Cuthbert knew he’d never be brave enough to do that. He could be assertive if the company was heading down the wrong pathway with their financial decisions, but never about anything else. He’d never be brave enough to tell a client to go away just because he didn’t feel like working. He’d be too terrified they’d take their business to a competitor. Yeah, he was a wimp. And not just a wimp in his work life, but also a wimp in his personal life.
Like now. Samuel’s amber eyes were filled with lust and appreciation, but was he going to touch the man? Maybe hold him as they danced? Hell no. He was too worried about acting like he was encroaching on someone else’s personal space. He bet if Samuel wanted to touch him he wouldn’t stand back.
I need to be more assertive. To ask for what I want.
But somehow he knew he wouldn’t do it. He liked the look of Samuel. He had just the right hint of bad boy about him. That tight black T-shirt, and biker boots under his skinny leg jeans. But would Cuthbert have the self-confidence to ask for his cell phone number? Probably not.



Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Enre and Kalman are back! Still Hotter Than Hell

“Still Hotter Than Hell”: Blurb:
Nothing has changed. Enre still explodes into action without planning anything. He arrives on Kalman’s doorstep with his luggage, ready to move in. Kalman is fine with the idea, but there are things to do first to make it possible. Kalman gently tries to show Enre that thought before action can be good. But will their relationship work? Or will such close proximity kill their love?


ADULT MM Excerpt:
Enre pushed Kalman up against the wall. Watching him looking at him like that, seeing the love in his face and his good humor at all Enre thought of and did, was just so sexy to Enre. Everything Kalman was and did was just so right for him. They were two different people but their hearts beat as one. They shared a single soul and belonged together like this forever.
As fast as he could, he snapped the button on Kalman’s jeans and unzipped them, pushing at the denim to get it out of the way so he could reach Kalman’s delicious cock. Then he was on his knees, sucking Kalman’s dick deep into his throat. Deeper, deeper, swallowing him all the way down. Damn, the man tasted delicious. He was perfect. Everything Enre had ever wanted and more.
He drew himself up Kalman’s delightful body, stroking his palms over his skin under his shirt and tweaking his nipples.
Kalman smiled and pulled Enre closer for a hot and heavy kiss. “I love you so much,” Enre whispered.
“I love you, too.”
Now Kalman leaned forward and unzipped Enre’s jeans. But instead of going straight to Enre’s eager dick, which was standing up and waving, he lifted Enre’s T-shirt up and licked wet lines across his belly. That was similar to what he’d done last night, except he’d sucked his finger first as if it were a cock. This time he was flattening his tongue against Enre’s skin and his belly was twitching and bouncing as much as his cock.
“You’re torturing me,” he groaned.
“There’s no hurry. No need to rush. Slow down and enjoy the journey,” intoned Kalman.
“That’s your mantra. I think you just want to see my cock implode one day.”
Kalman laughed.
Enre took advantage of his inattention to roll Kalman’s balls in his hand, and press their bellies together. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as when they were both naked, but it was better than being apart.
Enre used every trick he knew to tease and tantalize Kalman. He scraped his fingernails up the insides of Kalman’s thighs. He kissed him everywhere as well as sucking on his tasty cock. And then he turned him to face the wall. Of course, then he had to hurry into the bedroom for lube and condoms, leaving Kalman alone, but Kalman was still leaning against the wall watching and waiting when he returned.
“We need to go get our health tests done. Then no more condoms,” Enre said, puffing as he opened the lube and coated Kalman’s entryway.
“That’s a good idea.”
“Do you think they’re open today?”
“I think we have quite enough to do already today organizing you to move in here.”
Enre felt himself pout and then laughed.
“Are you telling me to go slow again?” he twisted his fingers in Kalman’s ass, hunting for the magic spot that would make Kalman agree to anything he suggested.
Touching Kalman like this was making him more and more desperate to come. Likely it was heating him up just as fast as it was heating up Kalman. Hastily Enre lubed his sheathed dick and pressed it at Kalman’s entry. As always Kalman thrust his butt out, making it so easy for him, and then he was in, sliding into the heat and welcome of Kalman’s ass. This was what he loved. This was what bound them together. Their minds, hearts, and spirits were always aligned, but having their bodies joined together as well made their love ten times more potent. Only when they were linked like this could Enre relax completely. They were one. A unit, a family, and all his dreams come true at once.

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Saturday, August 23, 2014

Brought To His Knees Boxed Set

99¢ for a limited time
11 NEW romances by today’s hottest romance authors

Blurb for Brought to His Knees boxed set

The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

Blurb for Tina Donahue’s Make Me Surrender (menage):

She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.
When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.
Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.
Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.
Before she’s through, these tough guys will be the ones who’ve surrendered.

Excerpt #2:

Travis slammed the pickup’s door and went around to the bed.
Mercy reached it just as he did. “Can you hand me the cooler?” She pointed to it.
She’d painted her nails the same shade as her lips. He recalled her finger in his mouth, how good the frosting and her skin had tasted. A sudden shock of heat spread from Travis’s belly to his crotch.
“There’s a fridge inside, right?” she asked.
It took him a moment to catch up. He nodded. “Your own private bath too.” Just in case she’d planned to use the one in Dutch’s cabin or his, driving both of them over the edge.
“Thanks.” She took the cooler from him and pulled out a single-wrapped Popsicle. Cherry-flavored. “Want one?”
Travis’s answer died in his throat at her tongue snaking around the tip of the pop. She worked the treat between her lips, in and out, as she would a man’s stiffened rod. Unable to speak, he shook his head.
Mercy licked the corners of her mouth, her tongue stained scarlet. “If you do later, go ahead and take as many as you want. Sure is hot today.”
His damn underwear was practically smoking.
After giving him another smile, she followed her girlfriend to the cabin. Like a lovesick puppy, Travis followed, staring at Mercy’s plush ass, the backs of her thighs. All that pale, smooth skin had him breathing hard.
She stopped. He couldn’t, at least not quickly enough, and bumped into her, his cock snuggled against her butt. Mercy looked over, submission in her eyes, a drop of Popsicle juice on her lower lip.
It glittered in the afternoon light, inviting him to taste its sweetness, the cushiony comfort of her mouth.
With a shitting lot of willpower, Travis stepped back, letting Mercy lick her lip before he did.
On a sigh, she turned from him and considered the cabin’s interior again. Bright and clean, smelling of disinfectant and Febreze. He and Dutch had worked on the damn place for hours.
“Wow. This is really nice.” Mercy touched the wooden bedframe, small kitchen set, and freshly washed curtains as though they were made of gold.
Travis wondered what she would think of his old place in one of San Francisco’s most exclusive high rises, or his parents’ many mansions. He’d willingly walked away from so much when she hadn’t had the choice. Rotten luck had caused her to be alone, to work at Fast Fill and here in order to take care of herself.
Mercy didn’t seem to mind or care about money at all. In that they were so alike, making Travis admire and like her even more.
She offered a grateful smile. “You did an awesome job.”
“Way better than Carl would have,” the girl with her gushed, then added, “I’m Jill by the way. Carl’s my guy. That’s his pickup you drove,” she said to Travis. “Thanks for not hitting anything with it.”
Dutch chuckled.
Mercy gave him and her friend a disapproving look. “Travis wasn’t driving that fast. He’s just in a hurry to get me moved in. Do you have plans later?” She spoke to him and Dutch. “Either of you? Am I interfering?”
Travis had thought about calling one of the women he knew, maybe grab a pizza, catch a movie, screw until they were both raw then call it a night. “Nope. Dutch probably does.”
“I don’t,” he said immediately, and smiled at Mercy. “We’re all yours.”
She nodded slowly and licked the length of her Popsicle.
Travis’s throat constricted. He cleared it and said, “After we bring in your things, we’ll set up the ground rules for this arrangement.” He gestured to Dutch. “Let’s go.”
When they reached the pickup’s bed, Dutch spoke quietly. “Ground rules? You mean her hours of work. What she’s supposed to do.”
“Yeah, along with you keeping your jeans zipped and wearing a damn shirt when she’s around.”
“Like you’re doing? Oh wait, you’re not.”
“I didn’t wrap my arm around her.”
“It was a friendly gesture. Hell, I do the same with my grandmother. It’s not a felony.”

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Author Taglines For Novellas In Brought To His Knees

Dark Wolf Enterprises
A.M. Griffin

Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.

Building Bridges
Amy Ruttan

A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other...

Three Strikes
Anya Richards

Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

A Cowboy’s Seduction
Cynthia D’Alba

One exhausted cowboy + One uptight accountant x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?

Born to Sin
Danica Avet

A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

The Sound of Your Name
Felice Fox

Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Beneath the Pages
Jennifer Kacey

One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Cruising for Love
Lynne Silver

A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Sabrina York

A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…

Chief Sin
Sayde Grace

A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.

Make Me Surrender
Tina Donahue

When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.


Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Hotter Than Hell


“Hotter Than Hell” blurb:
Enre has fiery red hair and an attitude to match. The world is full of injustice and he wants everything to be fair and equitable right now. Kalman is older, calm and logical, but the two men, co-workers at the botanical gardens, are drawn to each other. They work alone together at the far end of the gardens all one day, getting to know each other and passion ignites between them. The garden bed is made, and sprayed with their seed as well as that of the plants.
Hot, sweaty half naked bodies, and outdoor sex are great, but can two such different people find happiness together?

PG13 MM Excerpt:
Enre took a couple quick steps forward and suddenly they were wrapped in each other’s arms, hugging tightly, grinding their hips together. Enre lifted his head the few inches necessary to look directly into Kalman’s gaze. The heat and lust he saw there almost made his dick burst on the spot. Everything he hoped for, wanted, was reflected back at him in those melting chocolate pools.
Then their lips were locked together. It was not a gentle kiss, but a harsh meshing of teeth, and noses, tongues diving into each other’s mouths.
Until Enre realized Kalman was deliberately slowing them down, savoring the taste of him, encouraging him to take a breath and sample, test, explore. Enre gentled his touch, unclenching his hands on Kalman’s shoulders, slowing his frantic tongue thrusts and relishing the scents and experience that was Kalman.
Oh, that was good. The salty tang from the sweat of hard work, the earthy scent from the dirt they’d been digging, the clean, fresh outdoor smell of the botanic garden itself.
Gently now Enre explored Kalman, sliding his tongue over the roof of Kalman’s mouth, along the insides of his cheeks, behind his teeth, noting the different textures that were all part of this man. A man he was intensely attracted to. A man he wanted to take right now, but who he was prepared to wait for—even if it killed him!
When they finally broke apart Kalman said softly, “See how much better it is when you go slowly. When you rush you miss so many good things.”
“But I still want you. My dick is harder than it’s ever been before.”
“Mine too. I hope the tube of hand cream will function as lube, otherwise we may have a problem.”
“I would never hurt you,” said Enre, and he meant it. Hurting this man really would kill him. He wanted him so bad, but not bad enough to give him pain.
“Oh, I don’t mind a little dash of pain with my pleasure, but I’m not into self-immolation. I think we’ll find a way.”
“You’re sure? You don’t mind fucking in the gardens like this?”
“Outdoor sex turns me on. Besides, we know no one will be coming anywhere near here until we phone Inigo to collect us at the end of the day. And I want you. I’ve wanted you for the longest time. Now take that damn shirt off and let me touch your skin.”
Enre laughed, then said, “We aren’t all olive skinned and tanned Greek gods you know. I need to stay in the shade or I’ll get sunburned.”
“I could lean against the tree and we could christen our new garden bed. No chance of you getting burned then.”
“Now that’s my kind of plan!”
Enre had to sit on the grass to unlace his heavy work boots, but soon he was freeing his aching dick, all the time watching Kalman undress.
Kalman’s skin was the same olive-bronze all the way down to his ass which was just one shade paler, and his thighs were as heavily muscled as his arms. Damn, the man looked good! Every inch of him was sheer perfection from his shaggy brown hair, to his long, narrow toes.
When his jeans were off, Kalman slid his feet back into his boots and stepped on the freshly turned soil, crossing his arms against the broad trunk of the tree, resting his head on his forearms, and glancing back over his shoulder. He spread his legs wide apart and waggled his ass in an intensely erotic action that had Enre gripping his cock and hoping he didn’t disgrace himself like a teenager on a first date. “Hot,” Enre gasped.
“We’ll be much hotter together,” replied Kalman.
“Oh, yes.” Enre’s restraint was stretched to the limit. He simply couldn’t wait another second. He riffled through their bag of supplies, locating the hand cream and slathering it on his aching dick. Then he stepped up behind Kalman, the tube still in his hand. “I hope to hell this works.”
“Next time we’ll bring lube and condoms.”
“Next time. There’ll definitely be a next time, and I can promise you I won’t leave home without supplies.”
Carefully, Enre rubbed some hand cream around Kalman’s tight pucker. Touching Kalman’s skin, trying to be slow and thorough, was killing Enre. He wanted to ram his cock in that hot, little hole and pump his hips madly until they both exploded. But this was their first time, and it had to be good, special.

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Sunshine Yellow Days and Popping His Cherry

I'm so excited about "The Paint Store Boys". I love these men and their stories. "Sunshine Yellow Days" is still sitting there on the best seller list looking so purty I could scream, beside famous authors like Sophie Oak and Lynn Hagen (inset fangirl squee here).

Edward Robinson is a failure, nervous, frightened, bullied, and unemployed. Basil King, a flamboyantly gay interior designer, sees the man behind the pain. He has designs on Ed. Basil is one of the owners of The Paint Store, along with Cuthbert, Roland, and Max, and he offers Ed a job there. As Ed settles in and enjoys the work, Basil invites him out to a gay bar for a drink.

Ed has tried so hard to fit in, to be invisible, to be ignored. Someone who looks and dresses as outrageously as Basil, yet without being hated, is an inspiration to him. Not that he could ever look or act like that. But maybe working for Basil and his friends will help him get some self-confidence so he can begin to reclaim his life and his self-respect. When Basil wants to date him he can’t believe anyone would care for a person like him. But he accepts the date anyway.


And now book 2 "Popping His Cherry" is out!

Builder Max Hall and Detective Nicholas O’Hare have a wonderful night together after the court case between The Paint Store and serial pest Mitchall. But then they’re both very busy at work, and Max doesn’t answer Nick’s calls. Is their romance over before it really began? Max had admitted to Nick that this was his first gay romance. Max was adamant that he’d gradually realized he wasn’t attracted to women and craved the rougher, tougher love of another man. Was he lying? Was all his talk about wanting to have his male cherry popped just talk, and once he’d had the experience he’d decided to revert to loving a woman? Had Max just used Nick? Nick thought there was genuine love between them, but if so, why isn’t Max answering his cell phone anymore?