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Denise

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Gay for Pay

An All Cocks story
by TM Smith
Tentative release is mid to late June 2015

Christopher Allan Roberts thought he had a promising future. Captain of the football team with the promise of a scholarship to play for Alabama. His high school sweetheart and best friend for as long as he could remember Amanda by his side, and the love and support of his family. One night, one mistake changed everything. Chris moves to New York, adrift and alone. A walk one night brings him to the flashing lights, loud music and thrumming bodies at club Berlin. A flyer in the men’s room promises fame and fortune for anyone willing to go on camera and have sex, with another man. Money is money, and how hard could it be, right?

Linc Larson is All Cocks most requested, most versatile model. The openly bi-sexual gay porn star will do anything with anyone, which pretty much writes his ticket in a versatility charged industry. Lincoln Carter is honest with everyone in his life, including his family, about who he is and about his sexual preferences. It’s not his sexuality that interferes with his personal life though; it’s his inability to trust. 

What Linc wants right now, more than anything, is the chance to do a scene with All Cocks newest acquisition, Kris Alen. Six foot two with Auburn hair, an exquisitely toned body and enough ink on his skin to put Crayola out of business, Kris Alen is sex personified. Linc doesn’t know if it’s the “I want the shiny new toy” aspect that calls to him, or the distant and wounded expression that haunts Kris’s eyes. It becomes painfully clear soon enough that Kris is straight and only working the gay for pay angle that All Cocks brings to his bank account. 

Can a bi-sexual man with trust issues break down the barriers that Christopher has built around himself and help Kris come to terms with the painful past he is hiding from. 

Gay for Pay is a gay for you story about two men that will have to come to terms with the mistakes they made in their past if they want to stick around and have a chance at a future.

Gay for Pay is the first book in a series I’m planning that centers around the particular online gay porn site, All Cocks. I’ve always been intrigued by the inner workings of the industry, I follow the cockyboys site and their fearless leader, Jake Jackson, closely. They really seem like a family of sorts. So that is what I hope I’m creating with this new series. A group of guys that are drawn together for whatever reason, and become a family. 

This first book will focus on the story of Christopher and Linc, but several of the characters you’ll learn more about as the series progresses are introduced. Chris and Linc were born from a conversation I had with a couple of gay porn stars at a book convention I attended in 2014. I don’t want to give too much away, as I want to keep everyone anxious to grab a copy when the book releases in June. And for anyone attending Rainbow Book Fair in Tampa in July, I’ll be there as well with a ton of paperbacks so you can stop by my table, we can visit, and you can grab some goodies!

~ An excerpt from Gay for Pay…

A trip to the bathrooms and Chris learned there
really were Glory Holes in men’s rooms. And from the sounds that were leaking
out from under the stall next to him, he was certain someone was getting nailed
to the wall in there, literally. A loud thud and the wall shook, then a scream
and a guttural moan alerted Chris that whoever was in there had found their
peak. A cute little thing with long black hair streaked blue, eyes lined black
as night fell out of the stall while zipping up his pants, with what could only
be described as a grizzly bear following behind him. Chris had to look up at
the guy, and that didn’t happen often.

Quickly making his way back to his group of friends
smiling, anxious to tell them what just happened, he stopped in his tracks when
he saw Linc pushed up against the bar, a big guy with black hair claiming his
mouth. Linc wrapped his arms around the guys neck as he pulled the man closer,
rutting up against him. Even over the bass of the music and the ringing in
Chris’s ears, he could hear the moans Linc was emitting. He thought for a
moment that the guy was going to fuck Linc right there up against the bar. He
was sort of hard, a little jealous and very confused at those two emotions. He
had never been turned on by another guy when he wasn’t in the mindset of Kris
while filming a scene. Or out at the house surrounded by all that sex and the
job. But right here standing in this loud, dark, smelly bar with half naked
bodies writhing all around him, watching Linc climb up the guys body and wrap
his legs around his large waist, Chris was turned on. 

A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia; Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. She now calls Texas home from her small town on the outskirts of the DFW Metroplex. Most days you can find her curled up with her kindle and a good book alongside a glass of something aged and red or a steaming cup of coffee! 



At 42 years young, she’s decided to enter the next phase of her life by adding the title of “author” to her list of accomplishments that includes single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Smith is and outspoken advocate for Autism and equal rights for the LGBTQ community. 


Her Opposites series is based outside the normal parameters of social acceptability, examining a ‘what if’… What If to be gay or lesbian were the norm? What if to be straight labeled you as an Opposite and made YOU the Outkast?

Author links: Amazon | www | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Youtube | Pinterest


Please join me over on Facebook for the cover reveal party! There will be several different authors stopping by to help celebrate and there will be games and prizes. Follow this link to join the event… Facebook event

https://twochicksobsessed.com/gay-for-pay-all-cocks-story-by-tm-smith_25/

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Gay for Pay

An All Cocks story
by TM Smith
Tentative release is mid to late June 2015

Christopher Allan Roberts thought he had a promising future. Captain of the football team with the promise of a scholarship to play for Alabama. His high school sweetheart and best friend for as long as he could remember Amanda by his side, and the love and support of his family. One night, one mistake changed everything. Chris moves to New York, adrift and alone. A walk one night brings him to the flashing lights, loud music and thrumming bodies at club Berlin. A flyer in the men’s room promises fame and fortune for anyone willing to go on camera and have sex, with another man. Money is money, and how hard could it be, right?

Linc Larson is All Cocks most requested, most versatile model. The openly bi-sexual gay porn star will do anything with anyone, which pretty much writes his ticket in a versatility charged industry. Lincoln Carter is honest with everyone in his life, including his family, about who he is and about his sexual preferences. It’s not his sexuality that interferes with his personal life though; it’s his inability to trust. 

What Linc wants right now, more than anything, is the chance to do a scene with All Cocks newest acquisition, Kris Alen. Six foot two with Auburn hair, an exquisitely toned body and enough ink on his skin to put Crayola out of business, Kris Alen is sex personified. Linc doesn’t know if it’s the “I want the shiny new toy” aspect that calls to him, or the distant and wounded expression that haunts Kris’s eyes. It becomes painfully clear soon enough that Kris is straight and only working the gay for pay angle that All Cocks brings to his bank account. 

Can a bi-sexual man with trust issues break down the barriers that Christopher has built around himself and help Kris come to terms with the painful past he is hiding from. 

Gay for Pay is a gay for you story about two men that will have to come to terms with the mistakes they made in their past if they want to stick around and have a chance at a future.

Gay for Pay is the first book in a series I’m planning that centers around the particular online gay porn site, All Cocks. I’ve always been intrigued by the inner workings of the industry, I follow the cockyboys site and their fearless leader, Jake Jackson, closely. They really seem like a family of sorts. So that is what I hope I’m creating with this new series. A group of guys that are drawn together for whatever reason, and become a family. 

This first book will focus on the story of Christopher and Linc, but several of the characters you’ll learn more about as the series progresses are introduced. Chris and Linc were born from a conversation I had with a couple of gay porn stars at a book convention I attended in 2014. I don’t want to give too much away, as I want to keep everyone anxious to grab a copy when the book releases in June. And for anyone attending Rainbow Book Fair in Tampa in July, I’ll be there as well with a ton of paperbacks so you can stop by my table, we can visit, and you can grab some goodies!

~ An excerpt from Gay for Pay…

A trip to the bathrooms and Chris learned there
really were Glory Holes in men’s rooms. And from the sounds that were leaking
out from under the stall next to him, he was certain someone was getting nailed
to the wall in there, literally. A loud thud and the wall shook, then a scream
and a guttural moan alerted Chris that whoever was in there had found their
peak. A cute little thing with long black hair streaked blue, eyes lined black
as night fell out of the stall while zipping up his pants, with what could only
be described as a grizzly bear following behind him. Chris had to look up at
the guy, and that didn’t happen often.

Quickly making his way back to his group of friends
smiling, anxious to tell them what just happened, he stopped in his tracks when
he saw Linc pushed up against the bar, a big guy with black hair claiming his
mouth. Linc wrapped his arms around the guys neck as he pulled the man closer,
rutting up against him. Even over the bass of the music and the ringing in
Chris’s ears, he could hear the moans Linc was emitting. He thought for a
moment that the guy was going to fuck Linc right there up against the bar. He
was sort of hard, a little jealous and very confused at those two emotions. He
had never been turned on by another guy when he wasn’t in the mindset of Kris
while filming a scene. Or out at the house surrounded by all that sex and the
job. But right here standing in this loud, dark, smelly bar with half naked
bodies writhing all around him, watching Linc climb up the guys body and wrap
his legs around his large waist, Chris was turned on. 

A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia; Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. She now calls Texas home from her small town on the outskirts of the DFW Metroplex. Most days you can find her curled up with her kindle and a good book alongside a glass of something aged and red or a steaming cup of coffee! 



At 42 years young, she’s decided to enter the next phase of her life by adding the title of “author” to her list of accomplishments that includes single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Smith is and outspoken advocate for Autism and equal rights for the LGBTQ community. 


Her Opposites series is based outside the normal parameters of social acceptability, examining a ‘what if’… What If to be gay or lesbian were the norm? What if to be straight labeled you as an Opposite and made YOU the Outkast?

Author links: Amazon | www | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Youtube | Pinterest


Please join me over on Facebook for the cover reveal party! There will be several different authors stopping by to help celebrate and there will be games and prizes. Follow this link to join the event… Facebook event

https://twochicksobsessed.com/gay-for-pay-all-cocks-story-by-tm-smi/

Can’t We All Just Get Along?

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So, this blog post will be quite different than most of our blog posts. And I will say that this is coming directly from Denise. And as I write this, I know I will have some people that will let me know, likely with very strong language, that they disagree with me and what I am saying. Then, I am sure there will be many that agree, possibly also with strong language, whole-heartedly with what I am about to address.

As I said, this is a different post, and I am hoping that with it, as you read this, you will open your mind, and possibly think about all this entails.

I have been reading m/m romance for about 18 months, and have had this blog up and running for over a year. I am very involved in my blog, in our presence on Facebook, both on our page, as well as in groups, and Twitter. I am also very good friends, with several authors. I’ve attended two author/reader conventions, and plan to hit Rainbow Con in July. So, although I am “new” to this genre, I think my experience comes from spending lots of time with everything from reviews, to events to beta reading. And although this is a review blog, I think of it as more of a recommendation blog. I really won’t post anything less than 3.5 stars.

On the whole this genre is just so awesome! I love the openness and acceptance, the willingness to help other authors. I love the joy the readers get when they find that special book that they read over and over again. Yes, you may find dissension between readers about this book or that book, but on the whole, most people are so very respectful. The sharing that goes on between authors and readers, both, is fantastic. Whether it is asking for a recommendation on a type of book, to seeing an author post about a new author’s upcoming release, you will see the number 1 best selling authors, pushing someone who has never made it past the top 50. Or you may see a reader mention their love of a book you have never heard of. With all of that, I have such a great respect for so many of the authors and readers that I have literally met, and virtually “met” who are willing to brave writing and reading what is basically a sub-genre of books. However, as always there are outliers, people that feel the need to rain on someone’s parade. That is where this blog post comes in.

Recently, I found out about a situation that in my eyes is unacceptable, and appalling. A book came out recently, and hit the top of the Amazon charts.  The reviews started coming in, and most were 5 star reviews, as would be expected by this popular author. However, out of those reviews, there was a couple that were not, a 2 and a 3 star, as you will see. In those reviews, the reviewer was honest and gave their opinions. And as you can see did not bash the author, merely said that they did not like some of the book, and gave their honest feedback. I loved that even though those reviewers clearly received an ARC, they gave their own feedback as to why the book did not work for them. (And let’s face it, a 3 star review is not bad! It’s not great, but it’s not bad.)

Then, and this is where I get really upset at this situation. Other people, and because I have no idea of their names, I will for lack of a better word call them “commenters”, responded to those reviews with scathing comments. These comments were bad enough that the reviewer felt the need to have to respond to those comments defending themselves and their position. The original comments made to the review have since been deleted by Amazon, likely because they were no appropriate at all.

One of the comments to the 2 star review by LC told him/her to “get a life”. While a comment to the 3 star said the reviewer gives “every book a bad review” and to “go find a different hobby”.

I am attaching print screens of these two reviews and the follow up comments.

 This is the 2 star review.
This is the 3 star review.

This is ridiculous! Why would someone attack these people? Again, I will call these commenters, however, I feel that it must be noted that some of the people that are fans of this particular author are, rather avid, to say the least. And I totally get that! I am a HUGE fan of certain authors. I speak to several of them on a daily basis, have beta read for them. But I will not degrade them or myself by attacking innocent people for having an opinion that does not agree with my own personal opinion.

In the past, I have seen some of these same commenters do similar things, degrading another author’s book to “honor” (that is the only word I could come up with for that kind of blind devotion) that author’s choice to denounce the other author’s book publicly.

Seriously people! Let’s get a grip here! These are romance novels!!! They are supposed to make you happy, they are supposed to make everyone happy!!! You should read one, and then want to spread that happiness elsewhere when you have gotten to your HEA. Treating other people, whether it is a reviewer giving their honest opinion or an author writing what was THEIR book to write, like they are in the wrong is not only selfish, but very self-serving, and all I can think of is what lemmings do. Do those people want to be a lemming? Because nothing good comes from being a lemming.

It’s okay to have an opposing opinion. And it’s okay for someone to express that opinion. What is not okay is people being treated like absolute shit for giving those opinions. Commenting on a review by giving negative, horrible comments is childish and they should be ashamed of themselves.

Not everyone is going to like every book, and that is okay too. I have read books that I have said “nope, won’t read that again” and sometimes I will leave a constructive review for the author. Other times, I have chosen not to leave a review at all, subscribing to the “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” theory. You can expect that a book you absolutely loved, will be absolutely hated by another person. Since we all have different tastes, that is fair.

Think of it this way. I cannot stand coffee. It has put me at odds with friends who don’t understand how I go through my life without it. And yet, I do, and I am fine with that. My friends may question me on how this could be, but they do not denigrate my choices. They respect those choices.

In the end, if you choose to disagree with someone, use that respect my friends have given me for not liking coffee. It may not be your choice, and you may say “how can you not like coffee?”, but there is no need to tell me that I need to “get a life”. Instead, why don’t you offer to buy me a cup of hot chocolate instead?

I’m all about positivity, so let’s all remember that this genre has enough going against it with so many people thinking it is not a viable genre, and friends or family asking “how can you read that trash”. Why can’t we just take the time to appreciate and love everyone’s choices and differences? After all, isn’t that really what this genre is REALLY about?

Release Day Blitz: Suit Yourself by Susan Mac Nicol

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Amazon US Link:
http://amzn.to/1eaNwkD
Smashwords
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/540569
All Romance
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/mobile/details.html?pid=1797296
Scarred both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident, twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott—and they’ll rebuild love from the bottom up.
BARING THE BEAST
Twenty-five year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the height of his career as “Nikki Star,” fashion model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident. Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by Debussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the things he used to give and take on camera.
Enter Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired, heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recapturing a future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the bottom up.
GOODREADS Link:

Excerpt- Suit Yourself
“Fuck, you look so hot,” Oliver said as he leapt onto the bed and straddled Leslie’s calves. “You have the perfect arse, you know that? Tight and just waiting for me.”
Leslie shivered, those words causing goose bumps to form on his over sensitive skin. “It could be the heel-wearing,” he mused. “I like to exercise my butt muscles when I wear them and dance. They say it’s a good way to tone up.” A hot body covered his and he closed his eyes in bliss.
“You wear heels?” Oliver’s tongue licked at his ear. “That is fucking sexy. I love that image.” His voice was husky, full of desire. “Will you wear them for me one day? Let me fuck you in them?” 
Leslie’s heart filled with joy. He had a picture of himself on his phone in a corset, hat and heels. He’d have to show it to Oliver one day and get his engine even more revved up. 
“Oh, God yes,” he exclaimed as Oliver’s tongue trailed down his shoulder blades and back. He gripped the bed sheets tighter at the sensation. “I have this pair of red ones you’ll like, and…oh, hell yes…” His voice tailed off in pure pleasure as Oliver parted his arse cheeks and lapped at his hole. Then the bliss of having fingers inside him, opening him wide, rendered him speechless. He gyrated and made little mewling kitten noises as Oliver proceeded to probe his hole, pushing his tongue inside him with wet, sloppy sounds that made Leslie’s cock throb.
He lost himself in the feeling of being explored, dominated and well and truly prepped. When he felt the cool dribble of lube at his hole and between his cheeks he sighed in relief and pushed his backside toward the man currently taking him to such pleasurable heights. When his hips were pulled up and Oliver’s cock nudged his entrance, Leslie pushed back and groaned as it sank deep inside him.
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Want to find out more about the book and the characters? Head down to
www.nickystarr.co.uk to visit his website and have a truly visual sexperience. Meet Nicky in all his glory and see what he has to say about the porn industry, love, and life in general. This is a website intended for over eighteens only and if you are easily offended, we suggest you stay away…

Come Join us for 

The Release Day Event for 
Suit Yourself (Men Of London #3) 
Susan Mac Nicol
Maybe we can coax the one and only Nicky Starr to join us 

https://www.facebook.com/events/490695521083789/

Nicky Starr Web

http://www.nickystarr.co.uk/

Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…
She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason.  She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.
Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots. 
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good 
people.

3rd Annual Keith Milano Memorial Fund Book Fundraiser

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The Keith Milano Fund Banner

An amazing group of authors have agreed to donate a portion of their May 2015 books sales to the Keith Milano Memorial Fund at the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP).
The Keith Milano Memorial Fund was established to help raise awareness about the devastating and deadly disease that is mental illness. Our hope is that by having the strength to say that Keith was “Bipolar” we can strip away the stigma.
If anyone wishes to make a direct donation to the Keith Milano Memorial Fund they can do that HERE.
Our goal is to raise awareness about mental illness and to get people talking…..
Suicide is the second leading cause of death for ages 10-24; the US loses 22 Vets a day to suicide, more than they lose in combat; there is one death by suicide in the US every 13 minutes. These statistics are scary but together we can work to make a difference!
Here is a list of the participating authors and books:

Author Book(s)
Alison Bailey The “Perfect” Series and Past Imperfect
Amy Harmon The Song of David (preorder live May 11th)
Amy Lane Chase in Shadows
Ann Lister Rock Gods series – Fall For Me, Take What You Want, Make You Mine, Looking At Forever, Meant for Me (releasing in May)
Anthology – Kindle Alexander Toni Aleo, Sawyer Bennett, Chelle Bliss, Eden Butler, Brenda Rothert The Night Shift – Dirty Things Happen in the Dark
Andria Large At War
Beverly Preston Surviving Broken
Brenda Rothert Killian and Unspoken
Cassia Leo The Story of Us Series – The Way We Fall book 1 and book two The Way we Break released in May
Cardeno C Jumping In
Claudia Connor Worth the Risk
Chelle Bliss Throttle Me
Faith Gibson The Stone Society Series – Rafael, Gregor and Dante (releasing the end of May)
Emily Snow and Avonlea Cole Bad Advice
Felice Stevens Through Hell and Back series – A Walk Through Fire, After the Fire and Embrace the Fire
Ginger Scott Wild Reckless
Harper Sloan Full Catalog
Holly Roberts The Completion Series: Play, Strike, Kick, and Slam
Ilsa Madden Miles Very Wicked Beginnings
Julie Jaret Perspectives series (currently two titles: Extreme Close-Up and Over-Exposed
K Bromberg Fueled
Katy Evans The Real Series
Kelly Jamieson Loving Maddie from A to Z
Lainey Reese Full Catalog
Lauren Blakley Full Catalog
Lisa Eugene Grayson
ME Carter Change of Hart
Melissa Collins On Solid Ground
Michelle Lynn Love Me Back
Nicole Edwards A Million Tiny Pieces by Nicole Edwards and Unhinged, Unraveling, & Chaos – The Unhinged series by Timberlyn Scott
Nina Levine The Storm MC series – Storm, Fierce, Blaze, Revive, Slay & Relent
Rebecca Brooke Letters Home
Raine Miller Rare and Precious Things
Sandra Owens Someone Like Her
Samantha Young On Dublin Street
Samantha Towle Trouble
Sawyer Bennett Clash (Cal and Macy #1), Grind (Cal and Macy #2), Yield Cal and Macy #3), Uncivilized, On the Rocks (Last Call, #1) , Make It a Double (Last Call, #2), Sugar on the Edge (Last Call, #3), With a Twist (Last Call, #4), Shaken, Not Stirred (Last Call, #5), Legal Affairs Boxed Set (Legal Affairs #1-6), Confessions of a Litigation God (Legal Affairs #7) Off Sides (Off #1), Off Limits (Off #2), Off the Record (Off #3), Off the Course (Off #4), Off Chance (Off #5), Off Season (Off #6)
Scott Hildreth Baby Girl series
SJD Peterson “Joe” Full Catalog
Stacy Borel Hitchhiker
Susan Mac Nicol Love You Senseless and Sight and Sinners (Men Of London series)
Tina Reber Jacked
Violet Duke Can’t Resist Series: Resisting the Bad Boy, Falling for the Good Guy, Choosing the Right Man and Finding the Right Girl and Nice Girl to Love Trilogy boxed set
This year the event will also include an online auction and author takeover over 4 amazing days!! We hope that you will join us for not only some great auction items but to have an opportunity to speak with participating authors during an epic author take over event.

The Keith Milano Auction Event Banner

Please join us on Facebook HERE
In addition to all of these great things, thanks to the amazing design skills of author SJD Peterson, we also have custom t-shirt for sale, which part of the sales will also benefit the Keith Milano Memorial Fund.
The Keith Milano t-shirt back The Keith Milano t-shirt front
Personal Message from Denise Milano Sprung: When Keith passed away, I made a promise to myself that he would not go quietly nor would he be forgotten. It is with the help of all of you that 10 years later, I am able to keep this promise and most of all to be able to help others who may be suffering in silence.
Thank you does not seem like enough. So please know that from the bottom of my heart to the depths of my soul, every one-click of these books helps others and continues to reduce the stigma that is associated with mental illness. THANK YOU for all you do and for spreading the word and for opening your hearts to help others.
Fund information:
Keith Milano Memorial Fund
140 Adams Ave Suite B-12
Hauppauge NY 11788
@MilanoFund
direct donation http://bit.ly/MilanoFund
#isupportmentalhealthawareness
The Keith Milano Memorial Fund benefits the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP). http://www.afsp.org/
Donations at the end of the May Mental Awareness Event will be made by the authors directly to The Keith Milano Memorial Fund at AFSP. Keith’s fund is a self-directed memorial fund. 100% of the money is spent on programs and research programs selected by the Milano / Sprung family
For examples of programs: http://www.keithmilano.org/#info
AFSP is the only national not-for-profit organization exclusively dedicated to understanding and preventing suicide through research and education, and to reaching out to people with mood disorders and those affected by suicide.
AFSP is a fully accredited 501(c)(3) tax-exempt organization incorporated in the state of Delaware with primary offices in New York City. Federal tax ID # is 13-3393329. AFSP’s Combined Federal Campaign (CFC) number is 10545.
All donations to AFSP are tax deductible.

TCO Exclusive Mini-Story: The Sergeant by Christa Tomlinson

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Thank you to Christa Tomlinson for this special short story! 
She wrote this based on Denise’s prompt asking for a story where Clay is allowed to “take control”, to celebrate their anniversary (and to celebrate the 1 year anniversary of The Sergeant publication date). Christa knows that Denise LOVES these boys, so without further ado…please check out this lovely story.  
And if you haven’t read The Sergeant, it is currently on sale for 99 cents.
Purchase Link:
 http://amzn.to/1d2i1Zy 
For
One Night Only
A Logan & Clay Mini-Story
This
is a work of fiction, written by Christa Tomlinson and protected under US
copyright laws. It may not be reproduced, copied, or published without the
express written permission of Christa Tomlinson.
Logan lay back in his big bed. His
submissive, Clay, lay across his chest. Logan gently brushed his fingers
through the silky, dark curls of Clay’s hair as they both caught their breath.
They’d been together for nearly seven months now. But their love for one another
hadn’t faded and neither had their passion. Logan looked down as Clay propped
himself up to look at him. The beautiful flush had faded from his face, but his
blue eyes were still soft, his lids still low.
“Do you think we’ll still be this
rambunctious in bed when we’re old?”
Logan arched a brow. “We’ve only
been together for seven months and you’re talking about us being old? I’m still
in my prime.” Clay dug an elbow into his ribs, making him wince. “Ow!”
“Sorry,” Clay said. But the sparkle
in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t really. “You know what I mean. Do old
people still play? Or will we start having vanilla sex all the time?”
Logan laughed. “Would that bother
you?”
Clay’s eyebrows shot up. “Now that
you’ve shown me sprinkles, caramel and whipped cream? Hell yeah it would.”
Logan laughed again. “There are
plenty of D/s couples who play well into their golden years. I’m sure we’ll be
just the same.”
“Good.” He closed his eyes for a
second, taking in a deep breath. Then his eyes popped back open. “Don’t go
getting any ideas with the ice cream. I’m not really into foodplay.”
“Is that right? You didn’t seem to
mind the last time I ate ice cream off of you.”
Clay’s
body warmed as he thought back to that night. He and Logan had shared a
bowl of cookies and cream ice cream, while Logan told him how attractive he
found him and how much he loved him. The sex they’d had after had been so sweet
and warm. He squirmed a bit now to think of it. Clay looked up to see Logan
smiling at him. “Well maybe I can make an exception sometimes.” 
Logan’s smile grew. “Of course.”
Hi brain latched onto something
Logan had said earlier. “Did you say we’ve been together for seven months?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Seven is a lucky number! We should
do something to celebrate.”
“Okay. Like what?”
Clay looked down, tracing a finger
over the crisp, blonde hair on his Dom’s chest as he thought. He thought of how
much he loved when Logan took control of him. Of how close he felt to his Dom when
he let him take over. He wondered if Logan felt the same way he did. He looked
back up at him. “I have an idea.” He stopped, not sure how Logan would feel
about it. After a few moments Logan prompted him.
“Are you going to share your idea
or do I have to guess?”
Clay rolled his eyes. “You might
know a lot of what’s in my head, especially during sex, but you’d never guess
this.”
Logan cocked his head to the side
and stared at him for a long moment. “You want to switch roles.”
Clay’s mouth dropped open. “What
the hell? That’s freaky.”
Logan laughed. “Nothing else would
make you hesitate like that.” He brushed a hand over Clay’s hair, making him
close his eyes and turn into his touch. “Is that what you want?” he asked
softly.
Clay kissed his palm before his
opened his eyes. “Yeah. I love it so much and I feel so damn close to you with
you in control. I’d love for you to experience that.”
“Okay.”
Clay was surprised. “Okay? Just
like that?”
Logan gripped his arms and pulled
him up into a kiss. “You know I love you and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Then okay.” Clay gave him another
kiss. “Thank you.”
When he pulled back, Logan gave him
his stern look. “But for one night only.”
“Of course. No way your bossy ass
could give up control for longer than that.” Clay grinned, completely expecting
the smack on the ass Logan gave him.
*****
Clay watched as the uniformed cops
hauled off the woman they’d just apprehended. She’d been sitting in the parking
lot in the back seat of her car. The windows had been down and she’d been
screaming that the overlords wanted her to blow herself up. That had been strange
enough. The gun she’d been waving around as she refused to get out of the car
had brought in SWAT. And the bomb she’d threatened to detonate had brought in
the explosives squad. Thankfully, the situation had been defused without anyone
hurt, and it turned out there was no bomb in or on the car.
Now that the crisis was resolved,
Clay’s attention returned to what he’d been thinking of all week. Being in
control of Logan. They had sex without any D/s elements often. But they’d never
switched roles to where he was the dominant one. He was still surprised that
Logan had agreed to his idea, but he was down for it one hundred percent.
Twenty minutes later, they were in
the Bear, headed back to the station. And Clay was still thinking of tonight.
He knew that he wanted to have their seven month role reversal celebration in
their play room. But he hadn’t decided what he wanted to do once they were in
there. He looked over at Logan and found him watching him with a grin. Clay
narrowed his eyes. He knew Logan knew exactly what he was thinking; he’d been
teasing him all week, asking about his plans. Clay rudely popped his middle
finger up and licked it. Logan burst out laughing. He shook his head and turned
to talk to Jody.
Hector had apparently seen his
gesture. “Geez man. Can’t you wait until you two are snugged up in the supply
closet before you start with the sexy times?”
“Shut up, Hector. That wasn’t
sexual.”
“Whatever, amigo,” Hector said in a
disbelieving tone.
Clay just rolled his eyes at his
teammate before he went back to thinking about just how he planned to take
control of his Dom.
*****
They’d just gotten out of the
shower. They were dry but undressed. Clay stood in front of the dresser, about
to open the drawer for a pair of briefs. Now that the time was approaching, he
was starting to get a little nervous. He was able to take charge out in the
field all the time, but that part of his personality seemed to take a break
whenever he was intimate with Logan. Would he be able to go through with this? He
jumped as Logan came up behind him, wrapping his strong arms around his waist.
He kissed his ear before asking, “Have you decided yet?” Clay nodded. “Yeah. I
want to be in the play room.” He looked up and met Logan’s eyes in the dresser
mirror. “If that’s alright?”
Logan smiled. “Whatever you want.
You’re in charge tonight.”
Clay took a deep breath. “That’s
right. I’m in charge. Let’s go.”
They left the bedroom, walking down
the hall to the playroom Logan had built for them. Clay could feel Logan’s
presence looming behind him. He should have had Logan walk in front, but he
hadn’t been thinking. He was slightly on edge with Logan at his back like he
always was, but he forged ahead, unlocking and opening the door to their
private space. Once inside, Clay headed towards the tall stand where he’d first
been restrained in this room. They were both already naked, so thankfully he
didn’t have to order Logan to strip. He cleared his throat. “I want you here.”
Logan immediately obeyed him,
walking over to stand underneath the solid wood frame. But his gaze was steady
and direct and Clay had to fight not to look down as he usually did. He stepped
closer, their naked bodies brushing together as he fit the restraints around
Logan’s thick wrists. Logan turned his head, nuzzling his neck and kissing him
behind his ear. Clay closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into him. But then
he stepped away. “I didn’t say you could kiss me.”
Logan looked at him. His lids were
low, but his gaze was still as direct as ever. “Sorry,” he said softly.
Clay didn’t say anything to that.
He just worked the pulley system, tugging Logan’s arms up and over his head.
When he was restrained the way he wanted, he ran his eyes over his lover. His
body was so big and strong. Firm with muscle and dusted with golden blonde
hair. And his erection was already full, standing up and slightly away from his
body. Clay bit his lip. He wanted to take him into his mouth but was that the
right thing to do if he was in control? Without realizing it, he looked to
Logan for approval.
“Whatever you want to do to me,” he
answered the unspoken question in a low voice.
Clay lowered himself to his knees.
He stroked his fist over his lover’s cock a few times before he leaned in and
swallowed him down. Logan hissed, his thigh muscles tightening. Clay kept
sucking him, changing the rhythm as he pleased. He went slow, making Logan
groan. Then faster, until his lover was thrusting his hips forward.
Clay took his mouth away. “Don’t
move. Stay still while I suck you.” He cupped the heavy weight of Logan’s
balls, giving them a slight squeeze. “Understand?”
Logan looked down at him, his face
fierce with a tightly clenched jaw. “Understood.”
Clay leaned forward again, lightly
tonguing the tip of the thick, wet cock in front of his face. He played for a
moment, teasing Logan with soft licks all over before groaning and sucking him
back into his mouth. This time he took him slow and deep over and over until he
too was hard, just from tasting his lover and feeling him in his mouth. He
moaned around Logan’s cock, bringing his hands up to stroke the thighs in front
of him. Logan groaned and Clay looked up to see him with his head thrown back,
his arms straining as he pulled at the restraints. Clay watched him, thinking
how gorgeous he was. He started to squirm on his knees and he felt Logan
throbbing in his mouth. Clay realized he needed to stop before he took them
both too far.
He pulled away, resting his
forehead on Logan’s thigh. “Don’t… don’t come yet,” he said between deep gasps
for breath. Clay got to his feet. He stood there in front of Logan wanting to
feel his lover’s arms around him. But he couldn’t because Logan’s arms were
chained over his head. So instead he leaned against him for a moment,
initiating a kiss. He took the lead at first. But as the kiss went on Logan
grew more aggressive, controlling the pace, biting at his lip. Clay moaned,
resting a hand against Logan’s chest. He had to force himself away before he
sunk in to it and let Logan completely take over.
Both of them were breathing hard as
he looked at Logan. He couldn’t move as he stared into his lover’s eyes,
completely forgetting what he wanted to do next. Logan ran his tongue over his
lip and yanked on his restraints. The sound of the chain rattling had him
focusing again. “Sorry. You-.” Clay cut himself off. He was in control, he
didn’t need to apologize. “I’ll be right back.”
He left Logan there while he went
to the cabinet where the whips and other toys were kept. Clay grabbed the
leather covered paddle and a small bottle of lube. He walked back to Logan.
“You’ve spanked me so many times
I’ve lost count.” He kissed him hard, this time pulling away before he could
try and take over. “It always gets me hot, let’s see if it does the same for
you.”
Clay went behind his lover. He
stroked a hand over his ass, teasing him just as Logan always did to him. Then
he pulled his arm back and slapped the paddle right onto his left cheek. Logan
jerked once but showed no other reaction. Clay pulled back again, this time
striking the other cheek. Logan jerked again. A soft sound that seemed to be a
mix of surprise and pain accompanied the movement. Clay smiled. He knew that
feeling. He grew bolder, wielding the paddle faster and harder against the
firm, round ass of his lover. He stopped for a moment to wrap his arms around
Logan’s waist.
“I wanted you to feel this Si –
Logan. Does it feel good?”
“Yeah.”
Logan’s answer was roughly voiced
making Clay smile. He slipped one hand down to Logan’s erection. He wasn’t as
stiff as when he’d been sucking him off so Clay bent down to the bottle of lube
on the floor and poured some of it into his hand. Standing, he gripped Logan’s
cock again, stroking him slow and soft. “Remember, you can’t move,” he
whispered into his ear. A frustrated growl came from Logan but he held still.
Clay grinned. He liked having this power. So he kept pumping him slowly. Logan
didn’t move his hips, but he did start pulling on the restraints. And every
time he did so, Clay swung the paddle, slapping him hard on the ass. Eventually
he let his cock go, stepping back a bit to get a better angle with the leather
paddle.
Clay thought briefly about going to
get another toy from the cabinet. But he figured for his first time out, he’d
better stick with the basics. So he continued to use the paddle. But he changed
the rhythm up, sometimes striking hard and fast, sometimes waiting long periods
between strikes. And sometimes he just rubbed the paddle or his hand over the
warm, red skin of Logan’s ass. Sometimes like now, he pressed in close for
another hug, rubbing his own erection over Logan’s hip and ass while he stroked
his lover’s.
Logan groaned. “You’re very good at
this.”
Clay laughed softly. “I’ve been
taking mental notes.” 
He stepped back again, returning to
using the paddle. Logan’s groans came more frequently now. His head was thrown
back and his arms bulged as he put tension on the restrains. Clay heard Logan’s
rough groans. But somehow in his head, they were morphing into his groans from when Logan punished him.
It started to feel weird and wrong to be doing this. He was turned on. But it
wasn’t as intense as it usually was. And it felt … off. Every time he heard the sound of leather meeting flesh, he
expected to feel the sting on his ass. He wanted to be the one feeling the
sweet pain of the paddle. He stopped.
Clay stood there silently for a
moment. He wasn’t sure how to proceed. He felt jittery, and when he reached a
hand out to touch the red skin of Logan’s ass, his hand shook. After a few
moments of him doing nothing, Logan called his name. His voice was softer than
normal but Clay still heard the underlying note of command. He went around to
Logan’s front.
Logan
looked at his sub. He was fine with them switching roles for tonight. But
he could tell that Clay was losing the urge to stay in control. That didn’t
surprise him. Clay wasn’t usually dominant sexually. And to do this – it wasn’t
like flipping a switch. But he wouldn’t say anything until he was one hundred
percent sure Clay wanted to give control back to him. So for now, he just
watched.
Clay
looked at his lover. He’d brought his head back up and he was watching him
closely, like he was studying him. Clay took a deep breath. He desperately
wanted to hear Logan’s deep voice telling him what to do. But that would defeat
the purpose. He could do this.
Clay took three steps forward so
that he was right in front of Logan. He grasped Logan’s cock. It was so thick
and hot in his hand and he immediately started thinking of the way it felt
inside him. Clay moaned, tucking his face into the crook of Logan’s neck. “I’m
sorry. I know I’m supposed to be the one in control. But…” He left the rest of
the sentence unfinished and pressed closer, rubbing his face into the hair on
Logan’s chest, wishing he could wrap his body around him. After a few moments,
Logan turned his head and whispered into his ear.
“Unchain me, Clay.”
Relief immediately swamped him. He
put the handle of the paddle between his teeth. His hands still shaking, he
reached up and released Logan from the restraints. Logan lowered his arms,
rubbing his wrists a few times. Clay took a step back.  Logan’s hazel eyes were sharp, his jawline
firm. Clay recognized that look and he knew what it meant. Taking the paddle
out of his mouth, he held it out to him. Logan took it and threw it to the
side. Before he could blink, his Dom had grasped him by a fistful of hair and yanked
him into a rough kiss. Logan’s breath was hot on his face and his teeth were
sharp on his lip and Clay fell against him, fell into the kiss, handing the
reins back to him without hesitation. Logan picked him up and now Clay wrapped
his arms and legs around him like he’d wanted to earlier. Logan walked them
over to the nearest wall, pressing Clay against it to help hold his weight.
“Did you really think you could
control me?”
Clay pushed his hips up, rubbing
his cock against the hard muscles of Logan’s stomach. “I thought … I wanted …
but I need you.” Clay couldn’t get his thoughts in order. But he didn’t have
to.
“You need me in control.” Logan
adjusted their positions and started to bring him down onto his cock. “You need
me inside.”
Clay dug his fingers into Logan’s
back. “Oh, god. Yes. Please.” He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against
the wall, expecting Logan to fuck him. But he didn’t. He just stayed still,
barely an inch inside him. He opened his eyes again to see Logan watching him.
“Tell me you need me in control.”
“I need you in control,” he
whispered.
Logan pushed inside him another
inch. “Tell me again.”
“I need you in control,” Clay
repeated. And he kept repeating it as Logan slowly pushed all the way inside
him. Logan leaned forward and kissed him. Clay moaned as he finally started
moving his hips, pulling out slowly, sliding back in slowly.
Logan breathed the words into their
kiss. “Tell me, baby.”
Clay said it again, telling his Dom
that he needed him to be in control. Logan kept kissing him, demanding that he
say it again whenever their lips parted. Clay obeyed him, his body trembling,
wanting Logan to speed up his pace. But he didn’t. He just kept thrusting into
him so slowly, making him feel every single inch of his cock as it slid in and
out of him. Pleasure and frustration rolled through Clay. His whispers grew
more urgent, more frantic, growing in volume until he was shouting “Control me!
Control me, Sir!” He squeezed his legs around Logan’s hips, tightening his ass
around his cock. He knew better than to rush his Dom, but he couldn’t help it.
A muscle clenched in Logan’s jaw,
his eyes narrowing, but he finally stopped holding back. He slammed into him
over and over, so hard Clay’s shoulder blades were jammed painfully into the
wall. Clay again dug his fingers into Logan’s back, wanting to scream at how
thick Logan felt inside him, at how he stretched him, making him feel so
deliciously overpowered.
“Get yourself off. But don’t you
dare come before me.” Logan kissed him, ending with a sharp bite to his lip. “Wanna
feel your climax make your ass grip my cock after it’s already nice and
sensitive from my orgasm.”
Clay shuddered at Logan’s words as
he reached down to grip his shaft. He stroked himself, going right to the edge,
but not going over it. He was tense, his body trembling even harder, but he
managed to hold back. Finally, thankfully, Logan pushed deep inside and pressed
tight against him with a loud groan. Clay felt the heat of his release, just
before Logan bit his neck.
“Now, baby. Let me feel you.”
Clay moved his hand faster over his
shaft, pumping several more times until his climax rose up and washed over him.
His hips pumped, his cum spilling out onto his hand and both of their stomachs.
He dropped his head into the crook of his Dom’s neck, breathing in his scent as
the pleasure rushing through him started to ease back. “Logan. Sir. Thank you.
Thank you.” His answer was Logan’s hand in his hair again, tugging his head
back so that his Dom could take his mouth in a deep, controlling kiss.  
*****
They were in the bed in the
playroom. Logan sat up against the headboard, Clay lay with his head in his
lap. Clay picked at the cover, disappointed in his performance. “I failed. I
couldn’t do it.” Logan’s big hand massaged the back of his neck.
“You did not fail.”
“Really? Then how’d we end up with
you in control again? Not that I didn’t love it of course.”
“You tried something new, but your
body and your brain are used to something else. There’s nothing wrong with
that. It’s difficult to be completely in control. It takes an entirely
different mindset.”
Clay laughed softly, remembering
how he’d wanted to be the one experiencing the pain he was dishing out. “That’s
for damn sure.”
Logan ran his fingers through his
hair, lightly scratching his scalp. “And it’s not like we can’t try again
sometime.”
Clay sat up. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Logan agreed.
“Well right on.” But then he looked
at Logan with a sheepish grin. “But not for a while okay? I really like letting
you be the sexy time boss.”
Logan laughed and brought him close
for a hug. “Of course.”
Clay relaxed back into his Dom’s
embrace. “This was nice. It’s going in my diary.”
“You don’t have a diary. You’ve
never had a diary.”
“Then buy me one so I can put this
in it.”
Logan’s laugh was smothered this
time as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Whatever you want.”
The End.
Thank
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