Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Wolves of Flathead are here!!

That's right!  My newest M/M shifter romance is here and it is HOT!

The first of my new trilogy The Wolves of Flathead, The Alpha's Ardor is sure to please!  The Editor's Pick Seal proves it!

Wolves of Flathead, 1 
Declan Adair and his twin brother Lachlan are wolf shifters with no home or pack and a dark past that makes them hated by other weres. Hunted and forced to separate, Declan finds himself chased north and straight into Flathead, a large sprawling territory that is home to a single massive pack.
Unsure and more afraid than he wants to admit, Declan’s situation is only made worse by his undeniable attraction to the Flathead pack’s alpha, Law.
Law is everything an alpha should be: powerful, controlled, and surprisingly enough to Declan—kind. And when Law seems to want Declan just as much as Declan wants Law, it’s unbelievable. With a past full of hurt and the knowledge that the only one he can trust is his twin, Declan is torn between the way he knows the world works and the possibility that the alpha’s ardor might just be real.

Now if that wasn't enough to convince you check out this steamy excerpt and you're sure to see just why this story is an editor's pick!

Warning:   m/m sex, knotting
Declan froze for a long moment, but when Law moved to pull away, regret heavy on his face, he surged up off the ground, wrapped his arms around Law’s neck and pulled him back down into a bruising kiss.
Law was the one to gentle it, the one to pull back an inch or so despite Declan’s attempts to keep him close and to sweep his tongue lightly across the seam of Declan’s lips. Declan parted them instantly, eagerly, and met the slick, hot slide of Law’s tongue with his own. Law’s stubble rasped against Declan’s face, and he knew the skin there would be rubbed raw if it kept up, but he didn’t care. The feel of it, the slight rasping itch of it, sent heat spiraling through him, made him buck his hips up and into Law’s. The move caused their cocks, both bare and beginning to thicken, to rub together in a way that made Law groan low in his throat and press down against Declan harder.
Declan spread his legs wider in response, let Law settle down against him completely even as he whined low in the back of his throat. Law shushed him with gentle sweeps of his tongue as he ran long fingered hands through Declan’s disheveled hair. Their hips rocked against each other rhythmically as they kissed and a mix of sweat and pre-cum slicked the way for their cocks sliding against one another in the growing dampness between them.
Declan felt the coil in his gut begin to tighten, felt the heat of it in the base of his spine, and he could tell from the way Law’s hips were beginning to falter that he was close too. Declan couldn’t suppress the sharp bolt of fear that flared through him in that instance. Once this happened there would be no going back. Law tensed and froze on top of him and when he broke the kiss they were currently wrapped up in, Declan could see the confusion and concern in his face clearly.
“Little wolf?” Law questioned him softly, gently.
“Will this be alright? Will this be enough for us to be in the pack?” Declan blurted the words out and knew instantly that he’d said the wrong thing from the way Law’s face went dark and his shoulders rigid.
“What the hell are you talking about, Declan?” His voice was hard and surprisingly cold. Declan shivered slightly and wished he could curl in on himself, wished he wasn’t so vulnerable and open the way he was nestled underneath Law’s hard body.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Tyler Robbins has returned!!

As always I'm thrilled to have the amazingly talented Tyler Robbins back on the blog with her newest release A Beautiful Lie!!


Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.

When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.

Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.
Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?

Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.


Trip sat down, and Jesse stood over him, his hips aching to roll the second Trip took hold of his pulsing cock. Jesse’s eyes rolled instead. “Oh, God.” Heat blasted his balls, and they tightened as Trip’s fingers gently glided over the tender flesh.

“You’re hung like a fuckin’ horse.”

Jesse chuckled. “Everything’s bigger in Texas, remember?”

Trip glimpsed up at him with a shit-eatin’ grin. “Please tell me you’ve thought about this.”

Jesse bristled. His every nerve tingled at the pleading inflection in Trip’s voice. He cleared his throat and tried his best to free his cluttered mind. “I’ve imagined this too many times.”

“Excellent.” Trip’s amusement resounded in that one simple word. He flicked the head of Jesse’s cock with the tip of his tongue, further solidifying his confidence.

Jesse’s heart raced, and he bit his bottom lip, struggling to remain standing as his knees threatened to buckle. 

“Feels … so … good.” His eyes fluttered closed, but he opened them quickly. Afraid he’d miss something.

Trip gripped the base of Jesse’s shaft, and warmth engulfed every inch as his cock disappeared inside Trip’s mouth.

Jesse watched his prick dip in over and over as Trip sucked him off. Pressure built with each slow, sensual bob of Trip’s head. Jesse gasped when Trip’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, and toyed with his anus. “Oh fuck.”

Trip scooted to the edge of the sofa, taking in even more of Jesse’s engorged cock. Slurping sounds reverberated throughout the room, and a cool, wet sensation tickled the inside of Jesse’s thigh from Trip’s saliva.

“So fucking sweet.” Trip flattened his tongue on the underside of Jesse’s dick and lapped up the clear-pink pre-cum bubbling from the tip.

Jesse wanted more. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Trip’s mouth, and moaned from the pure pleasure scattering throughout his body. “I wanna fuck you so bad.” No statement had ever been truer.

As if compelled by Jesse’s words alone, Trip leaned back and spread his legs. He moved his hand to his own shaft and stroked himself slow and purposefully.

Hell yeah. Jesse licked his lips, enjoying every second of Trip’s erotic endeavor. He lowered himself to the floor, wedged his body between Trip’s legs. His hard cock jammed against Trip’s balls.

Trip took Jesse’s cock and rubbed it against his own, jerking them both off at the same time.

Jesse’s cock was a little larger, but the girth of Trip’s made up for the difference in length. “Mmm,” Jesse moaned again, seeing their cocks sliding into each other. His need to touch Trip overwhelmed him. He ran hungry fingers up Trip’s stomach and chest, lightly plucking the flesh around Trip’s beaded nipples, provoking a quick jerk from the other man.

Trip sat up, and grabbed the back of Jesse’s neck, and kissed him hard. “Playtime’s over.” He nudged Jesse back, and got up, leaving Jesse kneeling on the floor alone, his cock throbbing with only one way to relieve it.

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Monday, May 6, 2013

Raven's Back!!

Once again I have the pleasure of having the talented Raven Mcallan on the blog today!  You don't want to miss out on her newest release!

Rebecca has kindly let me invade her blog again and tell you a little about Dance to a Different Beat. I did bring cookies though.

Whenever you hear a certain piece of music it can transport you away, back in time, to a different place.  Not always nice maybe, but more often than not it is. Your first kiss, that hot summer when you went to Corfu, the very first dance as husband and wife.  Or sniff the song you heard when your boyfriend ditched you, or you failed your driving test.
Okay let's now think happy things. The dance of love. Okay smaltzy, but as Jane and Sean will tell you, there's dancing and there is d a n c I n g …
Their dancing is not conventional, but is it theirs.
I had such a varied playlist in my head as I wrote this. I tend not to write to music, but every so often a song will pop up in my mind and I'll think oh yes, that's one of theirs. Dancing, with tears in her eyes… Rhythm of the night…Oh and Mambo number 5.

 I've so enjoyed writing this, the second book in The Dance Studio Series. To think of a nondescript building in the center of Glasgow housing such a secret…

Jane has a decision to make. Meet Sean and face her demons or hide.
Sean is happy to help her, but will she let him?
All he wants is Jane and as for those demons? They're always better faced together, aren't they?

And a wee tease…
"Yeah." She spoke so softly he wondered if she really intended him to hear. "Yes, you're right. So, I'm scared, I don't want to have to make the decision that might change my life. And I thought if I goaded you to do whatever, then the decision was made for me. I'm so, so sorry."
 Bloody hellfire, she was such a mass of contradictions. And stupidity. Sean saw red—literally. A red haze covered his eyes and he dug into the denim of his jeans to stop himself smashing something. "You stupid fucking idiot. Do you know what you've just admitted?"
Anyone else would have been on their knees babbling and remorseful. Not Jane. She poked him in the stomach. The impact of her hand wasn't much, but the impact of her words were. "Yes I do, or why would I apologize? You see I thought wrongly, I could trust you not to do anything I didn't want. You're a Dom, you know these things."
"Arg." Sean lost the plot, grabbed a crystal vase from the table and threw it and the contents against the wall. Shards of glass flew in all directions, and roses and water arced into the air. "Yes, when they know the sub. For fuck's sake did you learn nothing? And don't move or you'll cut yourself." Jane had jerked away from him, and looked like she wanted to throw the coffee pot at him. "Hell Jane, what the fuck's going on?" His chest heaved and he took great shuddering breaths. "We have to sort this out now. It can't be left. Ring in sick, spend the day with me. We'll talk and see where we can go afterward." He didn't wait for an answer but lifted her over the mess on the floor before he dragged her trousers off her ankles and threw them in the direction of the broken blooms. They landed next to a rose, its petals twisted and bruised. It reminded him of Jane, but he hoped not for long.

IF you liked it, Dance to a Different Beat, is available from

Amazon AllRomance Ebooks and Bookstrand

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Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…

https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan            (author page)