Yes, I've hit the half century mark today. Not going to think too much about that since I know so many wonderful people 50+ who do just fine with it ;) But this morning I received the last piece of the puzzle from Dreamspinner, the link that means the Science Fiction novels everyone's been waiting for are now available!

Okay, maybe not everyone. But readers have been asking when the major ESTO Universe novels would be back out on the shelves. They have arrived! Gravitational Attraction is up for pre-order at Dreamspinner and Vassily the Beautiful is available at Mischief Corner Books (both books in e-book and print formats!) My novels and I are Silver Refugees no longer - we are once again citizens of the e-verse!

Gravitational Attraction

A mysterious distress call draws the crew of courier ship Hermes to what appears to be an empty, drifting troop vessel--empty except for the blood and gore spattered corridors and a lone survivor locked in a holding cell. Drawn to the handsome, traumatized man, the crew’s comm officer, Isaac Ozawa, makes Turk his personal responsibility, offering him the kindness and warmth he needs after the horror he experienced.

Isaac knows firsthand what it’s like to be different and an outcast, and this cements their bond. Once a promising pilot, Isaac was left with a damaged body when his brain didn't meld with the high-tech implant needed to fly fighter ships. Turk’s brain is no better. The result of a military experiment gone wrong, his natural abilities have been augmented to a dangerous degree.

When an amoral, power-hungry admiral kidnaps Isaac and uses him to convince Turk to become the cataclysmic weapon he’s hungered for, it will take Turk’s strength, the ingenuity of the Hermes crew, the help of the enigmatic Drak’tar, and Isaac’s own stubborn will to save them.

ISBN-13978-1-62798-901-5
Pages 266Cover
Artist Anne Cain

Available for pre-order now - release date July 21, 2014!

Vassily the Beautiful

Vassily Belikov, composer and pampered son of privilege, suffered neurological damage in the accident that killed his father. Resentful of being treated as an invalid, he lives as a recluse, dependent on his mother. That changes the day she brings home a new husband with two sons of his own.

When deep-space pirates capture Vassily's mother, he's left to the mercy of his cruel, amoral stepfather. Fighting addiction and his physical shortcomings, he's forced to seek out the criminal mastermind Baba Yaga for a crucial piece of equipment. While she agrees to deal with him if he beats his Exoticus addiction, paranoia and mysterious intentions infuse her household. Drawn to her fierce, suspicious youngest son, certain his actions are all carefully observed, Vassily must find the courage to face both his fears and his desires if he expects to survive.

An ESTO Universe Novel
Word Count: 69,300
Release Date: June 11, 2014

Today we're lucky to have the lovely DT Peterson visiting with the skinny on The Cove and a giveaway!

The Cove

Author Name: D.T. Peterson

Cover Artist: B.K. Wright

Publisher: Beau to Beau

Blurb: Young and idealistic, Jon and Dave meet by chance, their friendship growing stronger and leading them to a place neither has been before. Though theirs is a love forbidden, which few understand, they journey across the country together and settle in San Francisco, where they are finally free to be together as they were meant to be. When life takes an unexpected turn, however, the two young lovers are torn apart by a secret which, if unveiled, threatens to bring great shame to the family of one determined to keep them on the straight and narrow.

Excerpt: “Do you ever think about doing it again?” he asked me tentatively.

“Kissing you?”

“Yea.”

“All the time now,” I replied. I couldn’t lie to him, I did.

“Really?”

 “Yea, what about you?” I asked.

“I do, I think about it all the time too.”

 “So, why haven’t we, if we both want too?” He asked me

 “I dunno, because we are afraid?”

“Yea, I know. But what are we afraid of?”

“I guess where it might end up.”

“Where it might end?”

“Yea”

“Dave,” he said, “Where are we going to end up? I need to know.”

“Fucked if I know.”

“We’ve been together all summer, and we’ve been through a lot.”

“It’s been perfect.”

“I’ve got to know,” he said, drawing closer to me.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you REALLY love me?”

I didn’t have to think about it.

“Jon, I love you more than anyone else. More than I ever thought that I could love someone.”

 “And I love you too Dave. I can’t imagine ever being without you again.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“I know, and I’d do anything with you.”

He laid there, next to me, staring into my eyes, as I fell hopelessly into his, both of us finally, realizing.

“Hey,” he said, as he ran his fingers through my hair, and he gently drew me closer, “I have to tell you something…”

 “What?” I said, putting my arm around him, caressing him, and reassuring him.

“I’m not afraid anymore,” he whispered into my ear.

 “You know,” I replied, softly, our lips barely separated, “neither am I. Not anymore.”

“So, it doesn’t matter?”

“No, it doesn’t matter.”

  “Well, watcha waiting for?”

 I wanted to kiss him again for a long time now. And finally I could, and the fear, and the worrying, were gone. I had too, I couldn’t not kiss him any longer.

We drew closer, slowly. It was awkward and we laughed a little. Finally, I pressed my lips against his; the spark was instantaneous. I could feel the pent up passion rising from deep within. It was unstoppable, and soon we were tight in each other’s arms, kissing passionately.

 I looked deeply into his eyes, our lips barely separated, and I whispered to him gently, tenderly, “I love you”

Pulling me closer, and tighter, he caressed my face.

 He replied, in between tender kisses, “I love you more.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked him.

 “I can’t imagine not doing this,” he replied.

 “Yea, I know exactly what you mean.”

Our lives, and everything that we had been through and done together, the thoughts that we shared and the emotions that we expressed, were a mere dress rehearsal, leading to this moment. The paths that we had chosen, and the decisions that we had made together, led us into each other’s arms and souls.

Tour Dates: 5/26/14 – 6/20/14

Tour Stops:

May 26: Kimi-Chan

May 27: Cate Ashwood

May 28: My Fiction Nook

May 29: MM Good Books, Rainbow Gold Reviews

May 30: Michael Mandrake, LeAnn’s Book Reviews

June 2: Prism Book Alliance

June 3: Jade Crystal

June 4: Amanda C. Stone

June 5: Lee Brazil

June 6: Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

June 9: Iyana Jenna

June 10: It’s Raining Men, Parker Williams

June 11: Love Bytes

June 12: 3 Chicks After Dark

June 13: Night Owl Reviews , SA McAuley

Jun 16: The Blogger Girls

June 17: Book Reviews and More by Kathy, Hearts on Fire, Two Men Are Better Than One

June 18: Velvet Panic

June 19: Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, Angel Martinez, Fallen Angel Reviews

June 20: MM Good Books

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Today we have a visit from the lovely KC Wells - a return to the world of Collars and Cuffs :) Just a bit of warning: the excerpt below is ridiculously hot. Have a nice glass of sweet tea ready or a margarita or something. Don't say I didn't warn you. The Rafflecopter giveaway is all the way at the bottom, don't forget to enter!

Book Name: A Dance with Domination

Author Name: K.C. Wells

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb:

Recently returned to the UK after living in the States since he was eleven, Andrew Barrett is determined to keep busy and make a new life for himself. He works full time as a copywriter and strips at a club on Canal Street on weekends. But it still leaves him too much time to think. Then he finds the BDSM club, Collars & Cuffs, where at twenty-nine, he is their youngest Dom. Young doesn't mean inexperienced, however. All this activity keeps him focused with no time to dwell on the past. But the past has a way of intruding on the present.

It's been four long years since Gareth Michaels last set foot inside Collars & Cuffs. But when he finally summons his courage and steps back into his former world, he finds the man who drove him away is still a member, and what’s more, he wants Gareth back. Two men in pain need the freedom they find in each other, but it takes another man's horrific plans to make them see it.

 

Excerpt:

“When you’re ready, Andrew.” Leo gave him a nod.

Andrew acknowledged him, took a breath, and then faced Dorian, who held himself motionless as Andrew circled around him, inspecting him from every angle. “Good evening, Dorian. I am Master Andrew. For this evening, you will address me as Sir. What are your safewords?”

“Thunder is for stop, Sir, and lightning is for slow down.” Dorian gazed steadfastly at the floor.

Andrew picked up the cotton ropes. “Have you ever been restrained before, using the technique of Shibari?”

“No, Sir.” Dorian spoke quietly.

Andrew unfurled a coil of rope. “I usually do a full-body suspension when I demonstrate this technique, so I don’t propose to make this a full demonstration. That would take hours. You should find it comfortable but confining—and if I do it correctly, you’ll make a very pretty picture.” Dorian quirked his eyebrows, and Andrew smiled. “Shibari should always be aesthetically pleasing to the eye. It’s not just about bondage.” He stood before Dorian. “On your back on the table, boy.” Dorian complied immediately, getting up gracefully from the floor and climbing onto the bondage table.

Andrew pushed Dorian’s left leg back toward his arse, so that his heel met the curve of his buttock. He took the first length of rope and wound it around his upper thigh, close to the groin, securing ankle and thigh together and tying it in an intricate knot. He repeated the process on the other side. Then he tied another rope around each leg, this time closer to the knee.

Andrew pulled Dorian to his knees and placed his hands behind him. He picked up the blindfold and a set of orange foam ear defenders and showed them to the boy.

“I’m going to take away two of your senses now,” he told the sub in a low voice that only Dorian could hear. “You’ll be able to speak, but only safewords. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Dorian’s voice was clear and firm.

Andrew slipped the blindfold over his eyes. “I’m going to insert foam ear plugs into your ears. Remember, if you want me to stop, or if you have a problem, use your safewords. I will always be right here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dorian appeared calm, in a state of complete readiness.

Andrew compressed the foam plugs and placed them carefully into Dorian’s ears, watching them expand to fill the cavities. He took a longer length of rope as he prepared to form the harness down Dorian’s torso. He worked slowly, methodically, making sure each section looked perfect before moving on to the next, until Dorian had an intricate series of knots all down his front. He knew that each pull of the ropes over his skin was heightening the experience for Dorian. Andrew was pleased. The white ropes looked good against Dorian’s creamy skin, passing over his shoulders and around his arms, down his torso, and at the uppermost part of the thigh where leg met groin, slipping past his balls.

Dorian kept still as Andrew worked in silence, making sure with every knot that Dorian was comfortable and in no sign of physical or mental distress. When the harness was complete, Andrew stepped back to survey it critically, adjusting a knot here, a length there. The boy looked beautiful. Only one thing left to complete before I begin. He picked up the leather boot laces and smiled to himself.

Andrew stood in front of the sub and slowly trailed the thin strips of leather over Dorian’s balls and cock. Dorian gave a slight shiver but then became still, his body tense as he awaited Andrew’s next move. Andrew grabbed Dorian’s balls and pulled on them, feeling the shudder which rippled through him. He tied the strip around and around the balls in his hand, separating them from the shaft. He ran his fingers over the sac, knowing full well that the stretch made Dorian’s balls extremely sensitive. Andrew wrapped his hand around Dorian’s cock and stroked him gently, watching as he hardened, loving the hitch in his breathing. When his dick pointed skyward, Andrew looped another length around his cock and balls, fashioning a leather cock ring around the base of his shaft until Dorian’s dick was red and throbbing, looking painfully hard. Dorian let out a low moan and bit his lower lip.

Andrew crossed to the table and placed the banjo picks on each fingertip of one hand. He stood beside Dorian, ensuring that Leo and Thomas had a clear view, and then trailed the picks down the boy’s arm, feeling the brief start as the slivers of metal connected with his skin. Andrew trailed his fingers over Dorian’s neck before moving slowly over his back between the ropes, keeping his touch light. Then he moved to stroke his inner thighs, noting the shivers which rippled through Dorian as he brought his fingers higher, not quite reaching his balls.

Dorian quivered as Andrew stroked along his inner arms, before moving ever so slowly down his torso, running his fingers over the ropes, over the taut belly, until he arrived at the boy’s groin. Andrew moved slowly, scraping the picks lightly over his skin, noting Dorian’s shivers as he stroked along his cock. When he cupped the boy’s balls and rippled his fingers over them, Dorian couldn’t repress the shudder that jolted through him. Andrew toyed with his sac and cock, hearing his soft whimpers as the metal danced over the sensitized areas. Dorian’s lips parted, but no words came out, only sounds. Andrew ran both hands simultaneously across Dorian’s back, watching the sub as he tried to arch away from his touch.

Andrew moved his hands away and took off the picks, only to return with the spiked wheel. He paused, waiting until Dorian was still once more, before running the tiny wheel over his thigh. Dorian gasped as the wheel moved over his skin, tiny pinpricks of sensation. Andrew moved the wheel away and reapplied it over Dorian’s chest, rolling it close to his nipple. The sub squirmed as Andrew ran the wheel around his nipple, leaned closer, gripped the other between his fingers, and twisted it slightly. That got a definite reaction. Dorian hissed as he drew in a breath, the sharp intake becoming a groan when Andrew moved the spiked wheel ever-so- slowly along the length of his cock. He trembled as Andrew applied the wheel to different areas, making sure the sub never knew where it would land next. When he’d reduced Dorian to a squirming mass, Andrew grabbed the cup of ice.

Dorian whimpered as Andrew ran an ice cube over his balls, and it became a low cry as Andrew simultaneously applied the ice to his nipple. “Oh, fuck.” The words seemed dragged from him involuntarily. Andrew circled Dorian, trailing the ice randomly over his skin, watching him fight to control his reactions. Dorian twitched nervously, his body tense as he awaited the next sensual onslaught.

Andrew put the banjo picks back on his fingers and ran his hand over Dorian’s back once more, watching him shudder as he moved lower, stroking over the globes of his arse and nearing his hole. He slid a single finger from under his balls to the tip of his cock. Memories assaulted him, as suddenly he was right there in Dorian’s place.

I’m doing everything you taught me, Sir, he told Blade in his head. God, I remember you doing this to me. I remember that searing, white-hot feeling that made me feel like I was coming when I knew I wasn’t. He smiled to himself. Fuck, you were such a tease, Blade.

Dorian was panting, and Andrew pulled back, not wanting to rush it. He intended to bring the boy to the edge again and again. When Dorian had calmed a little, Andrew was back, scraping his finger over the boy’s hole, feeling the tremors that rippled through his body, his mouth opening slightly but no sounds issuing. Dorian’s cock was rigid. Andrew grabbed another piece of ice and moved it slowly over Dorian’s arse until it reached his hole. The boy stiffened as he ran the cube around the rim before pushing insistently, the heat from Dorian’s hot little hole melting the ice as he eased it into his anus. Dorian cried out, a low, urgent sound, and he arched his back, as though trying to escape the sensations which Andrew knew were coursing through his body right now.

And then it was Brian kneeling before him, Brian moaning as Andrew pressed ice inside him.

Oh hell—the sounds you made when I did this to you. I knew you weren’t okay with it, not at first, but you soon forgot about the discomfort when it was my bare, hot cock sliding into you. Andrew closed his eyes momentarily, the images there in the forefront of his mind. He shook himself as the memories came thick and fast, some so painful that he caught his breath. Not now. Can’t think of him now.

Author Bio: Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter...

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.

The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

Author Links: K.C. can be reached via email ([email protected]), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld) or through comments at the K.C.Wells website (www.kcwellsworld.com ) K.C. loves to hear from readers.

Twitter: @IslandTalesPress

Tour Dates: May 23 – June 20

Tour Stops:

May 23: 3 Chicks After Dark

May 26: Love Bytes, It’s Raining Men

May 27: Havan Fellows

May 28: Amanda C. Stone

May 29: MM Good Books

May 30: Mrs. Condit & Friends, Prism Book Alliance

June 2: Nephylim

June 3: Parker Williams

June 4: Fallen Angel Reviews

June 5: LeAnn’s Book Reviews

June 6: Cate Ashwood

June 9: The Novel Approach, My Fiction Nook

June 10: Kimi-Chan

June 11: Iyana Jenna, SA McAuley

June 12: Vicktor Alexander

June 13: Two Men Are Better Than One

June 16: Angel Martinez, Rainbow Gold Reviews

June 17: Book Reviews and More by Kathy, Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves

June 18: Louise Lyons

June 19: Kimber Vale, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

June 20: Up All Night, Read All Day, F.E. Feeley Jr

Welcome Will, our host and master of ceremonies!

In this corner, weighing in at (mumbles) pounds, Angel Martinez, author of ‘Finn’! And in this corner, weighing in at (mumbles again) pounds, Fallen Angel Reviews! (Apologies to the audience members, I was threatened with bodily harm if I gave any numbers for weights. It was purely an instinctive reaction to keeping my boy bits. My family jewels may have lost their luster, but I would prefer to keep them in the family.)

This will be a winner take none competition! The rules are simple. The Angel which answers the most questions correctly and in the shortest period of time, will be crowned Archangel from now until eternity. Or 5 pm when they have to have the costume returned to the rental place or we lose our deposits…(and they’d better not leave pit stains.)


Question #1 comes from Silvia Violet: Can you name all six members of Ty Grady's Force Recon team?

Fallen Angel: So….

Angel Martinez: I think so, um, as long as we don't need real, full names for all of them - B. Tyler Grady, Nick, Kelly, Digger, Sanchez (who died) and the sixth guy who has a little bit of an issue with Ty being gay and damn it, I don't remember his name.

Winner: None. The correct answer (per Silvia Violet who knows these boys a little too well…) Ty, Nick, Kelly, Digger, Sanchez and Owen.


Question #2 comes from an anonymous person: Can you name the lead characters in SJD Peterson’s Plan B?

Fallen Angel: Crap! I haven’t read that yet. But it is on my wish list. Does that count?

Angel Martinez: think Dave and Lance? No, wait, Danny and Lance. Yes. Final answer.

Winner: None. While Angel Martinez did eventually have the correct answer, there isn’t a second chance when you’re in the running for Archangel.


Can you name the lead characters in Someone to Keep Me by KC Wells and Parker Williams?

Fallen Angel: I read this, I swear I did! Go ahead, ask me what it’s about. Name the characters…I got nothing.

Angel Martinez: OK - this one I've actually done promo for, so I should know it. Ben and...and...Scott (once again, don't ask me for last names.)

Winner: None. Though Angel Martinez got the first names, the question was for the names, which means the first names alone were not acceptable. The actual answer is Ben Winters and Scott Keating.


How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Fallen Angel: The woodchuck would upchuck if it chucked much wood.

Angel Martinez: Woodchucks couldn't care less about chucking wood. Really, they find this rather offensive. But if they did care, they'd chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck. That is, if a woodchuck could chuck wood.

Winner: Both, because you made me snort.

 
K-Lee Klein wrote a story about Devon and Scott. Name the book.

Fallen Angel: *I haven’t Googled once yet. I get points for that right, Will?* I have no idea. But I’ll go buy it if you tell me.

Angel Martinez: Lazy Bastards? Wait...wait...Lazy Sunday, I think it was.

Winner: None. Once again Angel Martinez tried to sneak in with a second guess. And sorry, Fallen Angel, this was an open book test.
 


Would Will Parkinson eat a steak. If not, why not?

Fallen Angel: Will and meat…nah, too easy. :-P

Angel Martinez:  If Will Parkinson ate a steak his head would implode and the universe would end in a fiery ball of agony. No. Will is a vegetarian. I'm not even sure he could point to a steak in the supermarket.

Winner: Fallen Angel, even if she was too shy to say it. Tube steak was a perfectly acceptable answer. (And for the record, Angel Martinez, I’m vegan, not vegetarian, so you would have lost no matter what.)




What animal fits Freddy MacKay’s personality?

Fallen Angel: All of the above? Wait! C, the answer is always C. Right?

Angel Martinez: Squirrel. I have the memes to prove it.

Winner: Angel Martinez. Freddy is a squirrel. Proven by the fact she’s constantly looking for nuts. (Which is why I hide when she’s around.)
 

Buffy: Angel or Spike and why?

Fallen Angel: I’ve seen a Facebook meme that has Spike draped over a cross and it says, “Angel was cursed with a soul and had to live with it. Spike, however, fought for his soul. He wanted his soul. I think this makes Spike the better person and guy for Buffy.” What a load of crap!!! Spike didn’t “fight” for his soul. He went to the demon so he could go back to being what he once was. So it turns out his “greatest desire” was to have his soul back. Doesn’t count. That’s so not why he went there.
 
Oh, right. Angel, totally.

Angel Martinez: Some folks might make the argument that one was better for Buffy or one was the better person than the other. Ha! Who the freak cares? Spike is way hotter, cooler, (seems like a contradiction, but it's not) snarkier and more fun to watch.

Spike, all the way.

Winner: Fallen Angel because DUH! And as an Angel, Angel Martinez, you should totally have known better.

 
Who makes up the Pulp Friction group?

Fallen Angel: I’m guessing this isn’t the movie with John Travolta, Samuel L. Jackson, Uma Thurman, etc.

Angel Martinez: Oh, I know these folks! (Very nice bunch of people, by the way.) Laura Harner, Tom Webb (w/a T.A. Webb) Lee Brazil and the ever-vivacious Havan Fellows.

Now for my next trick, I'm off to prove that time is a liquid and that the universe is actually dodecahedron shaped.


Judges, your decision please….(crowd waits with baited breath)

Will takes the envelope…his fingers tremble slightly as he opens it, knowing that the judges answer is final.

The Winner Is: Oh my gosh, it’s a tie! The judges have decreed that because of the tie I will be the de facto ruler of the universe! This was so unexpected. (Stop saying I rigged it. I did no such thing. (Dabs corner of mouth and winks at the judges….) Me, the winner. Go figure! This was totally unexpected.

(Okay, who didn't see that one coming? *grumble grumble Will grumble*)

Oh well - while you're here, don't forget to check out the new releases:

Three lovely novels for the Endangered Fae Series:

And the 6/11/14 release from Mischief Corner Books - Vassily the Beautiful!

Vassily Belikov, composer and pampered son of privilege, suffered neurological damage in the accident that killed his father. Resentful of being treated as an invalid, he lives as a recluse, dependent on his mother. That changes the day she brings home a new husband with two sons of his own.

When deep-space pirates capture Vassily's mother, he's left to the mercy of his cruel, amoral stepfather. Fighting addiction and his physical shortcomings, he's forced to seek out the criminal mastermind Baba Yaga for a crucial piece of equipment. While she agrees to deal with him if he beats his Exoticus addiction, paranoia and mysterious intentions infuse her household. Drawn to her fierce, suspicious youngest son, certain his actions are all carefully observed, Vassily must find the courage to face both his fears and his desires if he expects to survive.

And don't forget to enter the Rafflecopter at all of the blogs on Finn's Blog Tour!


Tour Dates: June 2, 2014 – June 13, 2014

Tour Stops:

June 2: Tara Lain

June 3: Parker Williams

June 4: Kimi-Chan, Jade Crystal, Talon SO

June 5: Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, MM Good Books

June 6: Nephylim, Hearts on Fire

June 9: Prism Book Alliance

June 10: Love Bytes, My Fiction Nook

June 11: Fallen Angel Reviews

June 12: The Novel Approach

June 13: Amanda C. Stone, Velvet Panic

Finn: Endangered Fae 1

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When Diego rescues a naked man from the rail of the Brooklyn Bridge, he just wants to get the poor man out of traffic and to social services. He gets more than he bargained for when he discovers Finn is an ailing pooka, poisoned by the city's pollution. To help him recover, Diego takes him to New Brunswick where Finn inadvertently wakes an ancient, evil spirit: the wendigo.

While they struggle to find a way to destroy the wendigo before it can possess Diego or kill nearby innocents, Diego wrestles with his growing feelings for Finn. Kill the monster and navigate a relationship between a modern man and a centuries old pooka. Piece of cake.

Diego: Endangered Fae 2

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After defeating an evil wendigo, a man and his pooka lover deserve a little quiet. Unfortunately, Diego and Finn's hard-won peace is disturbed when Diego, in a jealous rage, unwittingly rips a hole in the impenetrable Veil to the Otherworld.

Separated, stuck on the other side of the Veil where Finn has to face old conflicts and Diego is the only human in a land of fae, the two of them navigate rocky waters between huge egos and ancient feuds. Worse still, some of the fae are dying of a mysterious illness and everyone believes Diego is the key to a cure. Things can't possibly get any worse, can they? Oh, yes---they can when the US government gets involved.

And coming July 11, 2014 - Semper Fae!

Zack thought he had a strange job before. Working as a Marine medic in a secret government installation was odd, but working as a human liaison to the fae and as the personal assistant to a sidhe prince is downright bizarre. Throw in the fact that he's pretty damn sure he's fallen in love with his boss, and things are close to unmanageable.

Of course, around the fae, a man learns never to say 'things can't possibly get any worse.' Unexplained events have begun to plague the human world. Strange sightings, spontaneous explosions of magic, and odd bends in reality crop up. When Finn falls terribly ill and a monstrous creature attacks Zack one night, things quickly slide into disaster. Lycanthropy, loose-cannon mages, and Lugh conspire to make a hellish mess out of things - but the real peril begins when Diego loses an important piece of his mind.

Today we have a treat - a visit from the lovely Sue Brown! Sue is, without a doubt, one of the sweetest writers I have ever met, someone who really is able to step back and put things in perspective for the rest of us. (And who saved my sanity when the hotel in Tampa didn't have a room ready for me ;) ) Sue has joined us today to talk about her Lyon Road Vet series (doggies!) and the newest edition to the series - Stormin' Norman:

Stormin’ Norman: Out 9th June 2014

Blurb:

Dan had been Jesse’s partner for many years, and always there for Jesse on his return from difficult assignments. However, after breaking his promise not to leave again, Jesse learns to his cost that Dan can be pushed too far. When he returns home, broken in body and spirit, Jesse finds his house empty and Dan in the arms of someone else.

To fill his life, Jesse decides to get a dog. His friends and neighbours take him to choose a puppy. What he doesn’t expect is for Norman to choose him. As Jesse takes on a new job, with Norman’s assistance, he realises that Dan isn’t far away, and he still loves him. Dan has moved on with his life. Can Jesse do the same?

Excerpt:

Jesse knew he was being scoped out from the minute he entered the bar. It was his job to be vigilant, to be aware of any potential danger to himself or others. The man with his gaze fixed on Jesse had the potential to be dangerous, but it had nothing to do with harm and a whole lot to do with a sexual package wrapped up in lean muscle and topped with dark eyes and tousled hair.

He had come to the gay bar knowing it would be quiet this time of day. He just wanted a beer and a chance to unwind without being hit on by hopeful women. In this bar, he could head off any potential interest easily enough and relax. The guy watching him was destined to be disappointed, even as cute as he was. Jesse wasn’t interested.

The barman stopped polishing the glasses and grinned at Jesse. “You’re back again. It’s been a while.”

Jesse inclined his head. It had been ten months, three weeks and five days. He was anal enough to keep records of his whereabouts in case his handler needed to know.

“I’ve been working. It’s good to be back.” He scanned the pumps, searching for the real ale. “Hobgoblin, please, Sean.”

The barman gossiped about the recent gas explosion in the pub down the road Jesse listened with half his attention, keeping an eye on the dark-haired bloke in the corner. 

The man didn’t disappoint. As soon as Jesse had his beer, he came over and sat on the bar stool next to Jesse. To give him credit, he didn’t piss about.

“Hi, I’m Dan.”

Jesse assessed him carefully. He was older than he’d appeared in the shadows—early forties maybe, the start of lines around his eyes and a sprinkle of grey at his temples. Not Jesse’s type. Jesse was in his mid-thirties. He usually went for men younger than him, searching for uncomplicated hook-ups and nothing more.

“Hi.” Jesse didn’t say any more, hoping his off-hand tone would tell the guy he was wasting his time.

Dan ordered another beer and turned back to him. “I haven’t seen you in here before.”

“I’ve been away.”

“Do you want a beer, a chat, and then see what happens?”

His approach caught Jesse’s attention. Normally blokes started off with “Do you wanna fuck me?” Nine times out of ten Jesse said no.

“I’m not the marrying kind,” Jesse said.

Dan blinked. “I asked you for a beer, not a ring.”

Jesse shrugged. “You’re older than me. I thought I’d get that off the table.”

“Thanks,” Dan said drily. “So all older men are desperate for a ring and kids. I’ll remember that next time I ask for a hook-up. I’ll only go for the younger twinks.” He got up and smiled sadly at Jesse. “Sometimes a beer is just a beer.”

Dan walked back to where he’d been sitting.

“He’s a nice guy,” the barman said.

Jesse frowned. “What?”

“Dan. He’s decent and he’s not looking for anything from you.”

“You overheard that?”

Sean nodded as he wiped the bar down. “He’s a great bloke. A little shy. He comes in here most days for lunch. It would have taken a lot of courage for him to talk to you. You could have just said no.”

Jesse was tempted to tell Sean to fuck off. He’d only come in for a pint and a chance to think. It wasn’t up to him to be nice to the punters. But, and it cost Jesse to admit it, he had been a dick to Dan. He’d been used to dealing with a different type of person over the last few months. Men who had lost their souls. Perhaps Jesse had too. He’d forgotten how to have a simple conversation. He glanced over at Dan who was now reading a newspaper. “Yeah, I didn’t mean to be such an arsehole.” He swallowed the rest of his beer. “Another Hobgoblin and whatever he has.”

“Dan. His name is Dan.” Sean grabbed a couple of glasses.

“You’re very protective of him. Sure you don’t want him for yourself?”

Sean rolled his eyes. “Quite sure, thanks. Mischa would have my balls strung up if I played with any of the clientele.”

“You’re still with that old bear?” He received a smack to the head and turned around to see Mischa scowling at him.

“Not so much of the old, dickhead.”

Jesse saluted him. He’d known the bar owner for years. This was one of the few places he returned to time and again. “Yes, sir.”

Mischa squinted at him. The man was obviously still refusing to wear his glasses. “What have you done this time?”

“Behaved like a dick to one of your clients.” Jesse nodded towards Dan, who was oblivious to the conversation.

“Then you’d better deal with it, boy.”

Despite the fact that Jesse was far from a boy, definitely not Mischa’s boy, and that he took orders from one person only, Jesse got off his stool and took the beers over to Dan. He sat down in front of him. Dan continued to read the newspaper and ignored Jesse, even though his body language screamed he knew Jesse was there.

“Hi, I’m Jesse.” He waited patiently for Dan to acknowledge him. When Dan eventually glanced over the top of his newspaper he said, “I’m not going away.”

“Aren’t I too old for you to condescend to talk to?”

“I’m sorry. I was…” Jesse searched for the right way to put this. “I came in for a beer, not company. I guess I’m not used to a beer being just a beer.”

Dan hesitated, then he nodded. “So what changed your mind?” His tone was still cold and flat.

“They…” Jesse tilted his head to indicate the men at the bar who were pretending not to watch, “pointed out I was being a dick.”

“Yes.”

Expecting more than that, Jesse waited and when nothing was forthcoming he pushed the beer towards Dan. “Here.”

“No thanks. I should go back to work.”

“What do you do?” Jesse always asked that. He got people to talk about what they did, then he brushed away his own job as unimportant.

“I’m a financial advisor. I work for myself.”

“So, if you wanted to take the afternoon off, you could?”

“If I wanted to,” Dan acknowledged.

Jesse understood he was going to have to work for forgiveness. He could, of course, just walk away. He’d apologised and bought Dan a beer. That was more than enough.

Then Dan smiled at him and all thoughts of exiting stage left vanished in the wake of that smile. Dan’s whole face changed. The crinkles around his eyes became true laughter lines, and Jesse caught a glimpse of someone he wanted to know a little better, and not just over a few words in a dim bar.

“All right. One beer and then I have to go back to work.”

Jesse grinned back. “Cool. Tell me about your job. Is it interesting?”

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want to know or are you just trying to find something to say?”

“What would you like to talk about then? Politics, religion, the weather?”

“No to politics and religion, unless you tell me you are a left-wing, atheist type.”

Jesse shook his head. “Er, no. More centre and agnostic.”

“Just promise me you’re not a right-wing, every Sunday at church and we’ll be golden.”

Jesse shuddered at the thought. “I can promise you, I am definitely neither of those things. God, even the thought.”

“My parents are church-goers. You have no idea what it’s like to go to Sunday lunch with them.”

“Is it painful?”

“Let’s just say I’ve found a way to escape from them as soon as we finish eating. They keep trying to force the remains of the carcass on me.”

“You don’t like roast?”

“I’m a vegetarian.”

“Ah.” Not a mark in Dan’s favour. Jesse liked meat. Both kinds. And he’d never met a sane vegetarian. “I don’t envy you the Holy Roller issue. My parents are dead. I don’t have that problem.”

Well now, how had that tidbit slipped out? Jesse normally didn’t give away personal information.

Dan leant forward. “I’m sorry, Jesse.”

“It was a long time ago.”

“Do you have brothers and sisters?”

“Yes, one sister, but I don’t see her very often. She’s in Australia.”

Dan tilted his head. “You must be lonely.”

“Sometimes. But I work away a lot and when I’m not I’m chilling out. I often go on cruises.”

“Cruises? Like couples wearing ballroom dresses and penguin suits?”

Jesse wondered if Dan was taking the piss. “Gay cruises.”

“They have cruises for gay guys?”

“Well, yeah. Have you not heard about them before?”

Dan’s blush was obvious even in the dim lighting of the bar. “I had no idea. I guess that makes me sound stupid. Do they really have cruises just for gay guys?”

Jesse scrolled through the photos on his iPhone and handed it over. “Here. This was the last cruise around the Med.”

Dan scanned through the photos, his eyes opening wide at some of the more explicit images. “You look like you… enjoyed yourself.”

“It was okay.” Jesse shrugged. “I don’t know if I’d go again.”

“I’ve been so busy setting up my business I haven’t had time for a holiday in years.”

“Fair enough. Another beer?”

Dan stood. “My turn. Same again?”

Jesse relaxed back in his seat, turning so he could watch Dan get the drinks. His attention was caught by a young guy in the corner, much more his type—early twenties with blond hair and a pouty mouth. Just the sort of bloke Jesse preferred to hook-up with. Then his gaze was drawn back to Dan. The man had a nice arse when he leaned on the bar. Lithe and shapely like the rest of him. Dan glanced over his shoulder and smiled at him. Jesse returned his grin. This was more than an okay way to spend the afternoon.

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Hairy Harry’s Car Seat

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Peter Mitchell walked away with from his marriage with two things: a suitcase and Hairy Harry, the family pet.
When Harry becomes ill, Peter is faced with one of the hardest decisions he's ever had to make... saying goodbye to his best friend.

Evan Wells is the locum vet who attends to Harry and Peter is surprised at how quickly they become friends. Peter finds himself looking forward to Evan's nightly phone calls and the meals they share together. He knows Evan is gay but it doesn't bother him until Evan confesses his attraction to him. Peter has to admit to himself that he's not as adverse to the possibility as he thought he would be, and that does bother him.

Author Bio: Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn't following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot, and has become at ignoring the orders.

Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. She may be late to the party, but she's made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.

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