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Release Day Blitz: Suit Yourself by Susan Mac Nicol

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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.
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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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Come Join us for 

The Release Day Event for 
Suit Yourself (Men Of London #3) 
Susan Mac Nicol
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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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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.

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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.
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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:
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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:
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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
you for reading! Be sure to check out Logan and Clay’s original story in The Sergeant. They also have sexy, fun
times in the snow with The Sergeant: A
Christmas Story.
 
You
can also check out my Bad Boys.

Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway: Black Balled by Andrea Smith and Eva Lenoir

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Title: Black Balled
Author: Andrea Smith and Eva LeNoir
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: May 4, 2015
Two dominant males, two worthy adversaries, in a business that takes no prisoners, will soon learn that fate refuses to be ignored . . .
My name is Troy Babilonia, but I’m best known as Babu, a renowned literary critic with my own online column. I’m followed by thousands! I’m a living god in the literary world. I have no filter, and for that, my flock of humble followers are forever grateful. If it weren’t for me, they wouldn’t know what to read. I have zero tolerance for the weak-minded attention seekers, nor do I have respect for the self-proclaimed geniuses of the Indie world. My advice to all Indie authors is to never break the cardinal rule in this cut-throat business. Ever.
My name is L. Blackburn and I’m an Indie author. My extraordinary genius was loved and worshiped throughout the literary world, until one egocentric critic tried to obliterate my career. It seems I broke some fucking “cardinal rule,” and now I’m paying the price for it. But I don’t plan on going down without a fight.
After all, when a predator goes after your cub, it’s time to go for the throat–and maybe more…much more.

Denise’s Review:

Okay guys, I am going to start this
review off by saying, there WILL be spoilers. I just don’t feel like I
am going to be able to give this an adequate review without them. So,
you have been warned. There WILL be spoilers.

I
finished this book last night, with mixed feelings. In fact, as I
finished the last 10% of the book, I was messaging with more than one
person online saying things like “WTF?” and “REALLY?”. It was that
unfathomable to me that any book, especially one billed as a “m/m
romance” would choose to have a few of the things in it that were there
in that last 10%. I will back up.

This book started off
with such an interesting premise, such a different take on it, I was
definitely intrigued. And I will say that probably for the first HALF of
the book, I didn’t like either character–AT ALL. There were glimpses
of their personalities, and their pasts that made me soften slightly,
then they would be a-holes again, and I would lose that almost warm
feeling.

These are two alpha men, on opposites sides of
a book drama. And when they finally meet-about a third of the way into
the book, they end up having a threesome, mmf, with the female minimally
participating. And yet, still, I could not really like them all that
much.

As they continue on their quest to piss each
other off, and figure out if Troy actually IS gay, they begin to work
through some of their issues, and then become a couple of sorts. At that
point, I have begun to like them much more, as people and as a couple.
And that is where things start to unravel for me.

Reminder…BIG SPOILERS ahead!!!!

Through
a series of events, these two men end up having another menage (and as
you read the book, you may or may not be surprised who it is with…I
was surprised), this one much more of a mfm. And it is intense, and
detailed. For me, though, the worst part was, at a point of DP’ing their
female partner, in that moment…they tell each other they love one
another. WTF??? Who does that??? Why would any author do that to a
reader, one that has invest hours in a book, in a love-hate
relationships with the characters, and then that happens at about 93%. I
will tell you…there is little recovery as a reader after that.

Now,
despite all that…there was a lot of the book, I actually did like. I
thought the characters were well developed, and the writing was good.
There were some editing issues, but since this was an ARC, those can be
forgiven as often it is not a final edited copy. However, I just can’t
come back from their moment of “I love you” while DP’ing a female. A m/m
romance to me, and many m/m readers, does not include a moment such as
this.

My final determination on this book is 3.5 pieces of eye candy.

Morgan’s Review

Let me be honest here. This book had my anxiety up for the majority of the story. This is one of those that makes your blood boil and has you clenching your teeth in anger. It’s not a light hearted read for sure. The two male characters kept me pissed off with their holier than thou, I am better than everyone attitude. 
That being said, the writing was pretty good and the back story for the characters was pretty detailed. It wasn’t overall a bad book by any means, it just kept me angry through most of it. That didn’t allow me to enjoy it like I wish I could have. The very last sexual encounter took a lot away from the story in my opinion as well. Just not something I would consider rereading. 
I’ll go with 3.5 pieces of eye candy for this one.

Behind me I hear Larson, “Troy…hey, it’s…”
“Don’t!” I yell, my eyes narrowing as I stalk my prey, my
eyes flickering over Floyd’s hot pink shirt. I feel insulted and, for a moment,
I debate whether it’s the dandy that should be on the receiving end of my fist
or Larson. I quickly decide to strike the nearest prey first. My fist shoots
out and cuffs him good with an uppercut to the chin, sending him sprawling
backwards, where he unceremoniously lands on one of Larson’s black glass end
tables, knocking the lamp to the floor. The sound of glass shattering echoes
throughout the room, and I’m not done yet. I move towards him and, realizing
he’s still in a daze, I take the opportunity to snatch him up with both hands
fisting the collar of his shirt, and shove him against Larson.
“Is he what you want, Larson, huh? You want to fuck the
flamer here? Because I can clear out right now so that you and Pink Floyd can take up where you left
off before I so rudely interrupted your cozy soiree.”
Larson chuckles and I’m not fucking amused.
At all.
As I focus my gaze on Larson, I don’t catch the quick
movement of Floyd as he lunges at me with a growl. “My name is Lloyd,” he hisses, “And I believe I made
my position quite clear the last time we spoke. You’re not good enough for my Larson.”
And that’s when I deck him again. Hard. My fist meets his
perfectly straight nose, and the sound of crunching cartilage resounds just
before his shriek of pain.
“Sir!” he calls out, stumbling backwards, immediately tilting
his head upward and placing a palm over his bloodied nose so as not to allow
anything to stain his expensive pink shirt. “Sir,” he repeats, “Are you going
to permit this?”
Oh. Sir it is,
huh? What kind of fucking weirdness was Blackburn into with this dudette? I
turn to acknowledge Larson, who is standing there, muscular arms crossed and
his sexy drawstring pajama bottoms hanging low on his narrow hips. He’s shaking
his head, and I don’t miss the sexy grin.
My. Dick. Is. Hard.
His package is evident and his cock has made a bit of a tent
beneath those sweats. Not sure if that’s for me or if the sight of Pink Floyd’s
blood is getting him hard.
“Well, sir,” I
say, trying to mimic Lloyd’s voice and dripping sarcasm along the way. “Speak
up. Who’s it gonna be, huh? Me or your Fifty Shades of Whack over there?”
I watch, a bit confused, as Larson casually strolls over to
the kitchen counter and takes hold of his beer before making himself
comfortable on the bar stool. The room is silent but for the wheezing coming
from the damsel in distress over there. I’m guessing he’s uncomfortably numb in
the entire nose region.
“Let’s see,” my soon-to-be-ex-lover begins as he adjusts the
rapidly growing erection he is sporting, “Could you start over because the view
is much better from here?” Then he takes a sip of his beer and waves his hand
as though giving us permission to continue.
After that, I decide I’ve had enough of this crap and slam
the lid down, effectively cutting off the world and relishing the feeling of my
much-needed solitude.
Believe it or not, I’m the victim here. I have done absolutely
nothing wrong.
I’m tired.
I’m also horny.
As if my life isn’t already a bad sitcom, I hear the very
distinct sound of my mother’s ringtone. She insisted I use Madonna’s “Like a
Virgin” song specifically for her, saying that any artist who openly sang about
the Lord’s mother should be respected.
“Hey Ma, how are you?” One of two things could happen here.
Either she is bored and wants to tell me about her nurse, Rose, and all the
trouble her children cause around the neighborhood or…
“Larson Maverick Blackburn, what the heck did you do?”
Or…she is keeping up with my shitty life.
“I miss you too, Ma. How’s Rose doing?” Yes, I’m trying to
distract her. No, it’s not working.
“Don’t you try and change the subject, young man. Tell me,
did your father and I teach you how to steal?”
Oh sweet Jesus.
“Ma, seriously…”
“Answer the question, Larson. Did we?”
“No, Ma. You most certainly did not.” I feel like I’m ten
and just got caught stealing warm cookies from the cooling rack before Kennedy
got a chance to do it.
“That’s right, son. If your father were here—God rest his
soul—he would kick your behind so raw it would look like one of those monkeys.
I don’t know what they’re called…something about…”
See? I get that whole digression thing from her.
“A baboon, Ma.”
“That’s it. A baboon. If I could, Larson, I would do it for
him. Did you go to confession?”
“Ma, we’re not Catholic.”
“Nonsense. Your father was half Irish so you can still go to
church and get your conscience all cleared up.”
Oh yeah. I’m sure that
would go over well.  A bisexual atheist
seeking forgiveness for a crime he did not commit. See?
Bad. Sitcom.
“Mother, I swear to you, I did not plagiarize. Come on, you
know me better than that, right?” I mean, she did give birth to me after all.
Shit, if my own mother doesn’t believe me, I’m fucked.
“Well, I don’t know…I never thought you’d be capable of
cutting off the hair from your sister’s Barbie and yet…you did.”
Holy shit! I was like
eight years old.
“Uhm…Ma? I have to go…the uhm…buzzer from the…uhm…thing
is…Oh, a tunnel…can’t hear you…bzzzzzz…sshhhh…love you…”
And like the coward I am, I hang up on my own mother.
New time low? Check.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a couple getting a bit
frisky at one end of the bar. The woman, Marie Antoinette from what I can
decipher from my position, has her hands travelling all over what must be
Cyrano de Bergerac if the size of his nose is any indication. I chuckle to
myself, wondering if the size of his nose is any indication to the length of
his cock. I have pondered that question on many occasions and no, one does not
equate the other, unfortunately.
I perch myself on a stool at the other end of the bar from
the groping couple. I can’t hear their conversation, but my overly active
imagination is already creating their dialogue from their body language alone.
Marie A. is willing and ready to spread her legs, but Cyrano
is more annoyed than turned on. His eyes are darting from one person to the
other, his minutely trembling fingers circling his glass in an attempt to calm
his nerves, maybe? In my mind, their conversation goes something like this:
“Take me back to the
room, Cyrano.”
“Get a grip, woman,
you’re making a spectacle of yourself.”
“Fuck me, Cyrano.”
“Is this seat taken?”
Well, well, that is definitely not a voice borne from my
inner musings. “It is now, ma belle.” My French will be coming in handy
tonight. “Who do I have the honor of meeting?” The shit is just spewing from my
lips. This classically beautiful woman is not dressed in elegant clothing, but
rather is wearing trousers and a man’s coat.
“Je m’appelle George Sand, enchantee, Monseigneur le
Marquis.”
George Sand, of course. How the fuck did I miss that?
“Enchante, Mademoiselle Sand.”
Tonight, I’m taking her to my bed because any woman who
dresses up as George Sand is worth my attention.
Licking my lips at the prospect of fucking this woman, I
take her hand into my own and kiss the back all the while keeping my eyes
solely trained on hers. We spend more than an hour talking, drinking and
flirting shamelessly. George plays coy one minute and sexually cunning the
next. I’m not sure if I want to spank her or fuck her at this point. Maybe
both.
“Shall we take this party to my room, George?” I like
calling her by a man’s name. It suits my bisexual tendencies.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she answers with her light pink
lips pursing into a slight smirk.
Dr. Benedict removes his glasses, pulling a linen
handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wipes the lenses clean before putting
them back on. “It’s interesting that these last few sessions we’ve had together
seem to generate a bit of hostility you seem to have bottled up. Is there
anything new with the author you claim is cyber stalking you?”
“No, Doc, nothing new. He continues to send an occasional
suggestive email to my anonymous account like I’m interested in switching
sides,” I snap. “I’m not sure if I’m more offended by his vulgar and graphic suggestions, or the fact that
he’s obviously labeled me as ‘queer-bait’ in his depraved mind.”
“So, how have you responded to this…person?”
“Various ways, Doc.”
“Can you elaborate just a bit?”
I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “The last one he sent
was extremely vile. He suggested I wanted to deep throat his cock, and there
was some mention of my ‘tight little virgin ass’ and what he might want to do
to it. He went too far.”
“Did you respond?”
“Well, hell yeah. I mean what the fuck?”
“How did you respond?”
And now I have to own up to my own over-the-top response to
L. Blackburn’s lewd and lascivious suggestions. Shit. “I sent him a digital
picture of my virgin bung hole,” I snap. “He’s probably jacking off to it as we
speak.”
A slight smile crosses Dr. B’s lips as he shakes his head at
my reply. “Babu, I need to ask you something here, and please don’t respond
with your usual knee-jerk reaction when I do.”
I nod.
“Have you considered the possibility that you’re
homophobic?”
“Homophobic? As in I don’t like queers?”
“No. In that you have a phobia…an innate fear of
homosexuality.”
“At three hundred bucks an hour, can we cut to the chase
here, Doc?”
“What I’m saying is that homophobia is classically an
internal response to one’s questioning of his or her own sexuality. The fear of
admission for whatever reason.”
I stand up, grabbing my jacket from the back of the chair.
“You’re fucking fired.”

 

Andrea Smith is a USA Today Best-Selling Author.
An Ohio native, currently residing in southern Ohio. The Past Tense Future Perfect trilogy is Ms. Smith’s first self-published work. Having previously been employed as an executive for a global corporation, Ms. Smith decided to leave the corporate world and pursue her life-long dream of writing fiction. 
Ms. Smith’s second series, The ‘G-Man Series’ consists of four novels and a novella. Her ‘Limbo Series’ is her first venture into a blend of romantic/suspense, mystery with steamy scenes and a paranormal edge.
A listing of her published fiction:
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Ms. Smith also publishes New Adult fiction under the pen name of Graysen Blue.
Eva LeNoir grew up travelling with her parents to various countries in the world. Reading was her constant companion during her travels and her ability to adapt to different cultures fed her mind with endless possibilities. The characters swimming in her head are always from various horizons with a multitude of dreams and aspirations. However, all of these voices always have one thing in common: The women are strong and independent. A true believer in the female cause, Eva’s wish is to portray the women in her books as the leaders. She sees them walking hand in hand with their partners and not be the sheepish followers of the male gender. But most of all, Eva LeNoir wants to offer her readers a moment of pleasure as they dive into the world of her mind’s creation. Email: eva.lenoir.author@gmail.com
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Release Day Blitz, Review and Giveaway: Henry’s End by Julie A. Richman

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Release Day Blitz
Title: Henry’s End
Author: Julie A Richman
Genre: Standalone M/M Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 11, 2015
Synopsis:
Dreams.
I used to have them—before the nightmares started.
I dreamed of nice guys, love…normalcy.
Things like reading the Sunday paper in bed with my lover.
But who needs dreams when your reality is filled with a string of faceless dominating men in uniform? Men that pack a thick bulge and are only too happy to satisfy my deviant sexual cravings.
Me. That’s who.
And then HE walked through the door and shared with me, a total stranger, his intimate dream of love. Damn him for verbalizing every single detail of the dream I buried long ago.
And now I don’t know how I’m going to live without that dream.
Or him.
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Denise’s Review
Henry is a character that readers would have gotten to know in Julie Richman’s Needing Moore series. This is her first foray into the m/m genre with Schooner Moore’s best friend. Not having read the m/f series, I went into this book with it as a stand alone. It definitely can be read as a stand alone, but my best guess is the reader may benefit for even more backstory by reading the three book series first.
The book begins in the 90’s with Henry moving down to the San Diego area of California, and continues through Henry’s life until he meets the man he will end up with in the present time.
I’ll admit I struggled through some of this book, along with Henry, as he struggled himself. There were a lot of tough times for Henry as he moved through his life, as many of us have, although his is far more than others. This book covers a long period of time, and all the men that Henry loved. This type of book is usually a tough one for me to read. I tend to be someone who wants the entire book to be the story of the current love and how they find their way to each other, and there is a portion of that, to be sure.
I won’t give any spoilers, because I want the reader to experience it as they read it. However, for my experience, there were some questions that I needed answered or opportunities that I would have liked to see taken. Some of those questions may have been answered in the Needing Moore series, I can’t be certain.  A longer book, with more regarding the final couple might have satisfied my needs here.
This book is very well written, and I really like the style of writing from Julie Richman, and if there was a book two for Henry, possibly focusing more on the developing relationship, I would definitely buy it. I’d like to see more from Ms. Richman in this genre. Her writing is compelling, descriptive and I enjoyed some of the funny, witty lines between the characters. 
“And have you listened to this group? It sounds like a busload of old ladies at a chicken market in the Caribbean.”
 My final determination on this is to go into this book with an open mind, as it may feel different from many of the books currently in the m/m genre, but Ms. Richman’s story is compelling and you will be hoping that Henry finally finds his happy ENDing. 3.5 pieces of eye candy.


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Henry’s End Book Trailer:

Excerpt #1:
Holding eye contact with the man, meeting the challenge head on, Henry didn’t flinch. He wanted him to know that he was aware that he was being watched. The energy between the two was sharp and direct. There was no mistaking that contact had been made, and Henry could feel his stomach cramping with excitement, and his balls tightening with desire. This was a man he had dreamed about his whole life. He exuded absolute power. Envisioning him in uniform made Henry inexplicably ache even more.
Definitely a Marine, he thought. A lieutenant? A captain? This man gave orders and expected them to be followed. He commanded. Demanded. And received.
Turning away, Henry made his way through the crowd in search of the bathroom. Mostly he needed his air back and a moment to process what had transpired. He knew that wasn’t all in his head.
The man hadn’t just cruised him.
He’d claimed him.
Heading into the bathroom, the site of an open stall door felt like an immediate godsend and he needed to get behind it, alone. Quickly.
It happened so fast, he wasn’t quite sure how it occurred. Entering the stall, he turned to close the door but was propelled against the metal stall wall to his right, knocking the air out of him. He heard the muffled sound of the stall door latch being locked. The larger man pinned him with his body, his muscular chest pressing Henry flush against the cold metal. The cool smooth surface felt good against his hot, sunburned cheek. Henry could feel the man’s cock pressed against his ass crack on the outside of his bike shorts and wondered if the guy’s cock was still in his pants or not. It wasn’t until that moment that he realized the man had him in a loose choke hold. He didn’t feel fear, and somehow instinctually knew this guy wasn’t going to hurt him. He was establishing his control and position.
With lips next to Henry’s ear, his voice was little more than a growl. “Is that what you want? Little boys? Little boys that will never satisfy you? Is that what you want?” His sizable cock pressed harder against Henry’s ass. With his free hand, the man reached around to the front of Henry’s bike shorts and found exactly what he was looking for – a hard, excited cock. Giving it a squeeze through the slippery material of his bike shorts, Henry hardened immediately to the man’s touch. Continuing to fondle him through the thin fabric, while simultaneously pressing him from behind, the Marine hissed into Henry’s ear, “I asked you a question.”
Brain cells blown away by the physical assault both front and rear, for the life of him, Henry could not remember the man’s question and answered by pressing his junk harder into the guy’s hand, needing to feel possessed by his grasp. He did not disappoint Henry as he squeezed his balls tighter.
“You still want little boys?” he growled, his arm tightening around Henry’s neck.
The moment Henry felt the crook of his arm squeeze his neck, he began to pump himself into the man’s hand, “No. I don’t want little boys.”
“Then what is it you want?” The man had Henry by his cock and was pressing him firmly against his own hard-on, grinding harshly against his ass.

“I want you.”
“Good. And I don’t want you dancing with those boys. Do you understand that?”
Henry nodded his head, yes.
With his hand firmly encasing Henry’s privates, the Marine pressed the smaller man against him and continued to let Henry feel the pressure of his cock against his ass.
Henry leaned his weight back into him, eyes closed. There was nothing in the world except the guy’s hand kneading and pressing his balls. He wanted to stay in the moment forever. Submit to whatever the man wanted from him.
And then he was gone. Leaving Henry against the wall with a raging hard-on and a need to feel the Marine’s hands and cock again, hear his voice, low and raspy, in his ear. Without removing an article of clothing or coming, he had never had a sexual experience that excited him as much, and he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would always remember the sublime feeling of being restrained by this man.
He wanted more.

Excerpt #2:
Henry was deeply ensconced in his own head, making resolutions about moving on, not paying attention to his surroundings, or seeing the man, as he approached his car. He was leaning against the hood, his thick muscled arms folded across his chest. Calm, cool, collected, in charge and so damn freaking handsome.
“Your place?” was all he said.
Henry felt the sharp stab in his heart as his adrenal glands shot a release of hormones into his blood stream. Shaking his head no, he was shocked at how cool and calm his voice sounded, when he was anything but, “No. I don’t think so. You haven’t even bought me a drink yet.”
Walking around the big Marine to the driver’s side, Henry hit the remote, unlocking the door.
With a palm to the solar plexus to stop him, “Where are you going?” the Marine asked.
“Home,” Henry was very matter-of-fact.
“I thought you wanted me to buy you a drink?”
Stepping around the Marine, Henry opened the door to his black BMW and got in. “I do…” and he closed the door and started the engine.
Rolling down the window, he added with a smile, “… on Sunday.” Gunning the Beamer’s engine, he left the Marine in the dusty parking lot with a smile on his handsome face.
Well played, Henry congratulated himself. Let him ache for me as much as I’ve been aching for him.

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USA Today Bestselling author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations. She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.

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Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway: Trust by Ella Frank

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Synopsis:

TRUST
–
verb: to believe in the reliability, truth, or strength of another.

Up until now, Logan Mitchell has never had much of a reason to trust anyone. Having struggled with a self-identity crisis throughout college, he’s spent the years since then creating a sophisticated facade to present to the world.
It’s an armor he thought was impenetrable—until he met Tate Morrison. The gorgeous, headstrong bartender he’d sat across from only months ago has taken a tight hold of his heart, and Logan is discovering that it’s time to let
go.
It’s time to let someone inside.

After years of placing his dreams on hold for his family, Tate has finally chosen to do what makes him happy and follow his heart.

The one thing he never would’ve imagined was that it would lead him into the arms of a man—and not just any man—the striking, never-takes-no-for-an-answer
Logan Mitchell.
Tate has fallen hard, and as his world is turned on its axis and they move forward together, he finds his life becoming more entwined with the confident,
successful lawyer.
Even though neither man expected the other, it’s time to trust in their relationship—but not everything comes so easily…

Denise’s Review:

Wow. What can I say? I just finished Trust, and am in awe. I’ve got to say I loved these men from minute one in Try. It is honestly in my top 5 books. And this one, well, let’s just say this one could sneak in there, depending on my mood that day.

Although this book was different than Try, it had so many of the factors that I think made Try so successful. There was heat (oh, and there was a lot of heat!) via some crazy hot alpha sex. There were so many emotions as these two men connected with each other on an even deeper level. And there was some heart breaking moments in the book (I cried more than once).

When Try was finished, you knew there had to be more, of course. Logan and Tate had connected, but there was so much more you wanted for them as a couple. You did get some of that in Take, however, you knew there was still pieces that were missing, and you needed some issues cleared up. The reader gets that in Trust. And just like in real life, not everything is cleared up. The reader is left wondering about a few things, and yet, isn’t that real life? You don’t always have the answers to the questions you want to know about, and that’s okay. These characters were able to make a life together, and your heart is happy when you get to THE END.

I will not give spoilers, as you really need to experience this book yourself from beginning to end. I will tell you, Logan and Tate get their HEA (but you probably knew that was coming anyway 🙂 and they find an amazing connection that they learn can’t be broken, period.

While the cover is not my favorite-that belongs to Take-I still gave this book a 4.5 pieces of eye candy rating. Ella Frank can write a HAWT sex scene, my friends. Please make sure you grab this book ASAP.

Excerpt:

“What’s wrong with my hair? Are you saying I need to cut it?”

“No, I’m fucking not,” Logan said as he fingered the curls by Tate’s ear. “And you know it.”

“What would you do if I did shave my head?”

“Kill you? And likely get away with it since I have connections to a very reputable law firm.”

Tate chuckled and shoved Logan until he was on his back beside him. “Be serious.”

Logan turned his head on the pillow and ran his eyes over Tate’s full head of hair. Then he returned his gaze to the eyes watching him. “I would quite
possibly cry. For days.”


“Over my hair? It does grow back, you know.”

“Yeah, but not for months,” he grumbled. “Can you please stop talking so calmly about this? You’re making me nervous.”

Tate shifted until his long, lean body was stretched out above him, and Logan widened his legs to allow him to settle in between.

“Don’t worry,” Tate assured him as he lowered his head to kiss the corner of his mouth. He then moved those teasing lips to Logan’s ear and whispered, “I
like your hands in it too much to cut it off.”

Logan threaded his fingers through the thick waves and asked, “Like this?”

With a groan, Tate rocked his hips against him, and Logan twisted his fingers tighter.

“Exactly like that.”


“Good,” he said as he wound his legs around Tate’s. “Because this way, I can have a tight hold on you when you’re trying to distract me. I’m onto
you, Mr. Morrison. Don’t try to use your body against me.”

He almost lost his willpower when Tate, the cocky fucker, placed his hands on either side of his head and rubbed their erections together.

“You don’t want me to use my body on you?”

“Fuck you,” Logan said, knowing full well that, if he didn’t change the subject or get Tate the hell off him, he was going to roll him over and cease
talking altogether.

Usually he’d love nothing more, but right now, he wanted to know why Tate had reacted so strongly to his question from last night—well, early morning .



“We need to talk.”

Purchase Links:

Try – Amazon

Take – Amazon



Author’s Bio:
Ella Frank is a #1 Amazon Bestselling Author. She writes both contemporary and erotic fiction and is best known for her Exquisite and Temptation Series.
The minute she began her love affair with reading, she became and avid supporter of the romance genre and has never looked back.
Ella is Australian born and bred but currently resides in Hillsboro, Portland with her husband.

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