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4 Stars for The Piercer’s Game (Chess #6) by Sean Michael – #BookReview #MM Romance @seanmichael09 @Totally_Bound

The Piercer's Game

Title: The Piercer’s Game (Chess #6)
Author Name: Sean Michael
Publication Date & Length: December 5, 2014 – 32036 Words

Synopsis

Luke sees a lot in his job as a piercer, but for all that, he’s shy and lonely. Can live-in-the-moment Temple open his eyes to life’s pleasures?

Luke’s a piercer and owns a successful business with his tattooing partner. Despite his job and his inked and pierced appearance, Luke is actually quite shy and lonely, not to mention inexperienced. An event from his past has left him unable to open up completely to anyone and it’s easier for him to just keep to himself.

Temple is a cancer survivor, coming up on five years cancer free. He’s travelling across North America on the back of his motorcycle, just going where the wind blows him. Ever since first being diagnosed, he turned into a true believer of living in the moment.

When Temple first turns up at Luke’s shop, Temple is immediately drawn to the quiet piercer. First he’s going to have to convince Luke that there’s something between them…then he’s going to have to work his way past Luke’s defences.

Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.

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FourStars

Luke and Temple…yum! While I don’t normally subscribe to “insta – love” books, it didn’t bother me so much this time around.  Both of these characters were strong, independent, loving men. But together, they became this whole new entity.

Temple was a character that I didn’t love right away, but he grew on me. It seemed like he was obsessively worried about eating “raw” and despite him always re-assuring Luke that it wasn’t necessary for Luke to do the same, it was just a lot of Temple’s dialogue. I think the author could have gotten away with not making the food that Temple ate, such a big deal. I did enjoy how affectionate Temple was towards Luke.

Luke was a lover, right away. He was always kind, always willing to help his friends. I really liked his character from the start. His past was somewhat hard – not tragic, but sad. I also liked how his group of friends were his family. That despite sometimes having disagreements, he knew that they would always be there for him, just the same as he would always be there for them. He was someone who, despite their past, was able to let Temple into his life – to help heal his heart. Also, his piercings sound so hot! I would love to see those all in real life.

This was a great story – one that held hope and re-birth for both characters. I enjoyed the development of their relationship – and I thought it was a great progression.

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Luke finished doing his orders and the taxes, then rolled his head on his shoulders. Tired. He was tired and ready for a beer and a burger. He headed out of the little office he shared with Donny, waving at his best friend and partner as he passed by.

“I’m going to bail. You need anything?”

Donny shook his head. “No, I’ve only got another ten minutes or so left and Armen is picking me up. Turn the sign to closed, though, will you?”

“Totally. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Donny winked at him.

The bell over the door jangled as the door was opened, a tall, skinny, bald man in leather walking in.

He and Donny looked at each other, wincing. No one was going to want to start something new this late in the evening.

“I’ll handle it,” Luke offered. It was probably just a question anyway, right?

He headed to the door, offered the dude a grin. “What can I do you for?”

“I’d like a tattoo, I think. Are you the tattoo artist?” The man had a gravelly voice, like he’d swallowed glass or something, and his eyes were so brown. They seemed huge, too, probably because of the bald head.

“No. I’m the piercer. Would you like to make an appointment?”

“I’d like to talk to someone first. Can I talk to you?”

Donny was swamped and about to leave anyway, Bill and KT were both working on big pieces that were going to take them until well past closing, so no one else was currently available. “Absolutely. Talk away.”

Those brown eyes took him in. “Yeah, I think you can help me.”

“Well, I’m the co-owner, so I hope so.” Just look at those pretty eyes. Luke could happily spend some time thus occupied.

One big hand was held out to him. “Temple Garrison.”

“Luke. Pleased.” He shook Temple’s hand, a jolt of electricity passing between them. Wow, he’d never felt anything like that.

Temple’s nostrils flared. “Oh. Hi.”

“Hi.” They were just standing there, holding hands like that zap had fused their flesh. “Jesus, sorry. Sorry, man.” He let his hand drop, feeling like a bit of an idiot.

“No, no apologies necessary. You felt it too, eh?”

“I…” What did he say to that? “How can I help you?”

“There somewhere around here we can sit? Have a bite to eat?”

“I…” Okay, that was odd. Intriguing, though. Surprisingly. “Jack’s Diner is two doors down.”

Wait. Had he just agreed to eat with a stranger? At least it would be in public.

Temple smiled, looking pleased as punch. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“Let me grab my phone.” He headed to the office. “Going to Jack’s, having a bite with a customer.”

“What? Why?” Donny demanded.

“He asked.”

Donny gave him a glare. “A repeat customer?”

”No.”

Donny sighed, rubbed his face. “You’d better be careful.”

“I’ll have my phone, man.” And Jack’s was practically next door and there was that whole ‘in public’ thing. Still, Don was a good guy. A genuinely good guy.

“Okay.” Donny repeated it, “Okay. You’re a grown man.”

“I know, right? Weird.” He gave Donny a smile and headed back out, turned the sign around on the door. “You ready, man?”

Temple straightened from where he’d been leaning against the counter. “I am.”

“Cool. It’s a decent place—burgers, fries, pancakes.”

“They do a salad?”

“I’m sure they do.” Even if Luke thought a salad was a weird choice for a tall, bald guy dressed all in leather, he tried not to make judgments like that, but this guy screamed biker and he had yet to meet one who was into salads.

“Cool.” Temple walked along next to him, long legs just eating up the pavement.

The walk didn’t take long enough to even talk, the well-lit diner inviting in the late summer night.

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Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and persuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

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4.5 Stars for Hard Riders Anthology by Jenna Byrnes, LM Somerton and Morticia Knight – #MM Romance @morticiaknight @lmsomerton @Totally_Bound

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Title: Hard Riders Anthology
Author Name: Jenna Byrnes, LM Somerton, Morticia Knight
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ear Blue Sky by Jenna Byrnes

Respect all, fear none is the Rebel Riders Motorcycle Club’s motto. Will the Riders step up when the Demon Outlaws go after one of their own?

Sky Warren doesn’t let the screen door smack him on the way out of Kansas. When his former abusive partner Duke is arrested for selling drugs, Sky takes off. He’s ready for a clean start and a change of scenery. Moving to Lakewood, Colorado, with his cousin and accepting a job in Billy’s bike shop seems like just what he needs to start over. In Billy’s riding club he meets Task Rivers, a handsome, sexy biker, and they hit it off immediately. Task is edgy, yet he shows Sky how a respectful and considerate man treats his partner. The two fall into a lusty, passionate relationship.

Death before dishonor. The Demon Outlaws have another way of looking at life. When Duke Lessing comes after Sky and is rebuffed, he joins the Outlaws in their troublemaking ways. With the Demons spoiling for a fight, Task calls on a few of the more hardcore Rebel Riders. As the night heats up, Sky is determined to avoid what seems like inevitable bloodshed. He wants to leave and lure the Demons away, but Task and the Rebel Riders have other ideas. Sky knows Duke doesn’t give up easily and learns that neither does Task, who’s fighting for what he wants. But will it be a fight to the death?

 

Mantrap by L.M. Somerton

Not all cages have bars.

The Wyverns Motorcycle Club has a reputation as fierce as its dragon emblem. Its enigmatic leader, Rogue Hellaby, has a police file so thick you could prop up a table with it. The qualifications for membership are a reckless disregard for authority and the attitude of a spitting cobra. But The Wyverns MC is not quite what it seems. All the riders have dubious histories in the military or the police—now they just serve and protect their own interests and those of Horatio Trap, the manipulative bastard who recruited them.

When Rogue receives an instruction to kidnap and hold hostage the son of a powerful drug lord, he doesn’t bat an eyelid. But Rogue has never had to deal with a captive like Orlando de la Pena. Orlando is furious—not because he’s being held prisoner, but because he’s prevented from partying at his favorite BDSM club. Rogue discovers that the only way to deal with Orlando is to become the Dom he so obviously needs. But Orlando’s father wants him back, and The Wyverns must face a battle that could cost them their lives.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM.

 

Biking Bad by Morticia Knight

When Dylan, a young wannabe investigator, stumbles into the Mojave Sidewinder’s MC bar, he finds all kinds of trouble—especially in biker Luc ‘Zero’ Villarojas.

The Mojave Sidewinders is the largest gay MC club in Southern California. They’re also one-percenters, which makes them alluring to those looking for trouble and a danger to those making it. Luc ‘Zero’ Villarojas has been a brother ever since the club’s prez took him in as a runaway. At thirty-four years of age, he’s content to ride his hog, chase tail and run his tattoo and piercing parlor, Zero to Sixty.

Dylan has had to take care of himself since his aunt died when he was still a teen. Even though he’s barely twenty-two years old, the small spitfire has made his way in the world as best as he can and has even started his own would-be investigative agency. He’s proud of himself, even if his agency is on the edge of town in a ramshackle building.

Working his first big case involving a missing young man, Dylan barges into Road Rage, the Mojave Sidewinder’s exclusive bar, and starts asking questions. When it looks as though he’s about to get beaten up, a large, muscled biker covered in ink comes to his aid. Dylan’s incredibly attracted to him—even if Zero is pretty scary and Dylan’s still a virgin. But is there something Zero knows about the missing man that he’s hiding? And is Dylan in more danger than he realises?

Review

FourandHalfStars

Clear Blue Sky – Sky and Task are hot together. It was a little quick for me – almost an insta-love story, but because of Sky’s past – I felt that this was an OK quick to love story. I really liked how dedicated Task was to Sky – knowing his past was helpful and allowed Task to open up to Sky too.
Mantrap – Orlando is a playboy trying to stick it to his dad. I must say that he does a good job. But, despite his nonchalant persona, Orlando is quite deep. Rogue is similar to an onion. Doesn’t smell too nice, makes you cry, but once you peel the layers back, it OK.  I enjoyed this story – mainly because I liked the dynamic of the rough and tumble “good guys”. I wish I knew more of their background and who this Horatio Trap truly is. I really enjoyed this story.
Biking Bad – this was by far my favorite in the anthology. It seemed to be the most complete story and I really enjoyed the twists and turns. Dylan is a sweet guy trying to do the right thing – Zero is a hot, bad boy, who not only falls head over heels for Dylan, but saves the day too. Plus, the antagonist is really easy to hate!
I would read books by any of the three authors – they were all awesome!
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Clear Blue Sky.    4 stars
This was a fast, short read.  The plot dealt with realistic events, written well and with lots of feeling.  Sky had been in an abusive relationship and was trying to remove himself from that, when he met Task.  Bad biker dude, with secrets of his own, but defininitly with a caring side.  The story revolved around that one goal of getting Sky away from his abusive boyfriend. It had plenty of steamy hot sex.
Mantrap
4 stars
This was an exciting MC story.  A small group of ex- cop/military guys gone bad, working special assignments.  Plenty of hot sex and a story that keeps you reading.  The characters felt real, and the writing was descriptive enough for you to visually imagine the story.
Biking bad
3.5 stars
This story didn’t keep me interested as the other two.  It was a typical MC story.    Zero the main character was very caring biker. Grimm was the bad biker, didn’t like him, though the author did a good job of describing him and making you not like him.  The plot was ok it just left me wanting to know more.
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Excerpt from Clear Blue Sky

“No one will ever love you as much as I do.” The ominous words echoed in Sky Warren’s head as he tossed and turned. The shadowy figure stood directly in front of him, reaching for his arm, and once again he felt the painful snap of a broken shoulder. Sky groaned and sprang up in bed, sweat pouring down his face.

He glanced around the dark room, trying to get his bearings. It was just a dream. He was used to them. Sleep was tenuous most nights, with nightmares just a whisper away from his consciousness.

Sky’s bedroom door opened and his cousin Billy moved in front of him, a beer in one hand and a plastic bottle of water in the other. “Bad dream again?” He held out both drinks.

Sky accepted the water and chugged down half of it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and looked at Billy. Curly blond hair gave his cousin the perpetual appearance of bed head, no matter what time of day. A soul patch below the lower lip was his only facial hair, and there was usually a cigarette hanging from the edge of his mouth. Tonight was no exception.

“I’m okay.”

“I know.” Billy twisted off the beer cap and, after removing his smoke, took a swig. “Ruby and I were kickin’ back for the night. Checking if there’s anything I can do for ya before we go.”

“No thanks.” Sky felt slightly guilty. It was bad enough he was crashing at his cousin’s apartment, dampening any shreds of privacy the man had. Now he’d interrupted what was happening between his cousin and Ruby, his perky girlfriend with curly red hair and the biggest tits he’d ever seen on a woman the ripe old age of twenty-one. Barely. He shook his head and offered a small smile. “Sorry, man. I’ll keep it down.”

Bottle and cigarette in one hand, Billy ruffled Sky’s short, spiked brown hair with the other. “Nah, it’s all good. Just remember… The prick is gone. Prolly doing time in Leavenworth by now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Sky hugged his arms around his chest. “I know. Damn it! I’m fucking tired of these nightmares. Makes me look like such a pussy.”

“It doesn’t. You had a fucking broken shoulder, man. Even three months after the surgery and physical therapy, I know it still twinges. Prolly never be normal.”

“Thanks for that.” Sky smiled at his closest relative in the world. Billy had been like a brother growing up in Kansas. When his aunt had moved Billy to Colorado for her job, they’d both taken it hard. They’d kept in touch, and any time one of them needed the other, they’d come running.

Like Billy had, when Sky’s former partner Duke had ratcheted domestic violence up to a whole new level. He’d thought his cousin was going to kill the man, but there hadn’t been anything Sky could do about it from his hospital bed. What he had had a choice about—and what Billy could never understand—was Sky’s going home with Duke when he’d been released from the hospital. That fact was still a sore subject between them.

“If you’re sure you’re okay…” Billy motioned toward the other room.

Sky nodded. “Thanks for the water—and everything.”

“Any time, dude. Get some sleep.”

“You do the same.”

Billy grinned. “No promises.” He backed out then closed the door.

It wasn’t five minutes later that Sky heard his cousin’s headboard banging against the wall. He had to smile.

He polished off the last of the water then tossed the empty aside. Leaning back, he tried to face his demons because the therapist he’d seen a couple of times had told him that could make the bad dreams go away. It hadn’t worked yet, but Sky had hopes.

 

Excerpt from Mantrap

Rogue leaned back against lumpy vinyl and fought the desire to tap his fingers against his denim-clad thigh. Impatience would get him nowhere. As always, Trap’s minion would show up when he was good and ready, not before. The annoying little shit loved to yank Rogue’s chain—one day he would have to be taught that pushing the ‘Do not touch’ button could be bad for any chance he had of reaching his next birthday.

Rogue glanced around the dingy diner. Positioned in a rear booth, he could see the front door, the counter and most of the tables. To his left, the door to the kitchen swung back and forward on badly oiled hinges, its high-pitched squeal an assault on his ears. The air conditioning droned in the background, the white noise supplemented by the restrained chatter of half a dozen patrons. In front of him, on the sticky melamine tabletop, sat an untouched cup of coffee. The surface of the dark liquid glimmered with an oil slick of scum. The waitress had already passed him more than once, clutching a full pot, hopeful for refill trade. Rogue would rather wash his mouth out with bleach. It would probably taste better as well.

At the table nearest the front window, a guy that looked like everyone’s favorite stereotype of a rough biker forked bacon into his mouth and slurped coffee. Rogue cringed. His second in command was a walking garbage disposal. Hatchet belched and shifted his muscular frame slightly in his chair slightly. The subtle signal made no difference to Rogue’s outward appearance, but inside he went to high alert. Fifteen seconds later the diner door slid open. The man who walked to the counter couldn’t have looked more out of place if he’d been wearing a hula skirt in the Arctic. Selling his suit on eBay would have funded the entire diner staff’s salaries for a month, including tips.

Rogue stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankles. He controlled his breathing as the man at the counter took his own sweet time ordering. Rogue couldn’t hear the conversation between customer and server, but the stupid grin on the waitress’s face told him that his contact was sweet-talking the woman with a couple of pints of verbal syrup. Finally, the man strolled the length of the diner and slid into the booth opposite Rogue. He looked at the table with distaste and pulled a pristine white handkerchief from his inside pocket before wiping away a few stray crumbs. The scent of his expensive cologne wafted across the table and tickled Rogue’s nose.

“Smith.” Could the man use a false name that was any less original?

“Rogue. How have you been?” Smith’s voice was mellow and cultured.

“You’re not my boyfriend, Smith. Cut the crap and get to the point.”

Smith tutted. “You could at least be civil. We’ve been meeting for three years. I’d like to think we are friends.”

Rogue growled, low in his throat. “Friends don’t blackmail each other.”

“Mr Trap wouldn’t be so crass. Blackmail is such a sordid word. I prefer to think of it as gentle persuasion,” Smith said as he tweaked a crisp cuff, allowing Rogue to catch a glimpse of a silver cufflink in the shape of a dagger. “Mr Hatchet is enjoying his breakfast, I see. You were told to come alone.” The warmth in Smith’s voice disappeared, replaced with an icy chill.

“It’s not my problem if one of my acquaintances happens to like the food in this dump,” Rogue snarled.

Smith raised a sandy eyebrow.

“Fine. Fuck knows why, but he has a thing for you. He wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to ogle your tight little ass.” Rogue chuckled as Smith’s face reddened. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you eyeing him right back, either.”

Rogue thought Smith might need a brown paper bag to hyperventilate into but, at that moment, the waitress sidled up to the table and placed a cup and saucer in front of Smith along with a plate holding an enormous slice of peach pie.

“There you go, honey. I even managed to find matching crockery for you.”

“Well thank you kindly, sweetness. You’re a darling.” Smith gave the woman a little pat on the backside and sent her on her way.

 

Excerpt from Biking Bad

“Zero, that sweet piece of ass I gave a Prince Albert to a few weeks back is here asking about you.”

Luc ‘Zero’ Villarojas grunted then took a strong pull of his longneck beer. He never drank any of the brews that were on tap at Road Rage. He liked the feel of the bottle in his hand, liked the way his large fingers could wrap around the smooth glass. The fact that it also came in handy as an occasional weapon at the Mojave Sidewinder’s biker bar only added to its appeal.

After taking another healthy swallow, he regarded his Sidewinder brother, Tank. He was Zero’s piercer and body mods guy at Zero to Sixty, the tattoo parlor he owned and operated in Indio, right off the interstate past Palm Springs. Tank’s real name was Sherman, but since he was built like a formidable military vehicle, the nickname had glued itself to him the way leathers would to skin when the heat reached intolerable levels.

“Why should I give a fuck?”

Tank snickered. “That was one pretty cock. He let me get it nice and hard for the piercing.” Tank licked his lips. “Ever since I finished it, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about sticking my tongue through that ring in his tip and giving it a little tug.”

Zero shrugged then finished off his beer in three long gulps. He wiped the back of one of his big hands across his mouth as he banged down the empty bottle on the bar.

“Then why don’t you?”

Zero gestured with his index finger, and Fuzzy, the big bear of a bartender that ran the joint and tended the bar for the club, ambled on over. His mammoth salt-and-pepper beard was divided in half, the two ends braided. They reached down to the middle of his cut and there were rumors that he hadn’t trimmed it in over thirty years.

“One more, Fuzzy. Tank? You drinkin’ or tonguing dick?”

His friend let out a loud snort. “If things go my way, both.”

After collecting his second beer then leaning back against the long, scarred wood counter, Zero faced the main section of their hangout. He saw the piece of ass Tank had mentioned. The almost-too-pretty man stared unwaveringly at him. He had a nice lean body, toned, well-inked—pierced nipples, and of course, what Zero knew to be his most recent piece of body jewelry that was undoubtedly pressing against the zipper of his tight denim. He was the kind of guy Zero liked to stick his dick into—smaller than him, a hungry little bottom. But he was also smug and overly aware of how he had all the men’s cocks dripping when he walked in the room. Plus, Zero had already fucked him. Once was usually enough for him with anyone.

“Well?”

Zero slowly turned to Tank. “Well what?”

“You gonna tear that ass up or what?”

“He’s all yours.”

Tank smirked. “Let me guess. You drilled him already.”

“Through the floor.” Zero took another swig of his beer.

Tank shrugged. “I’m not proud. I’ll offer to break in his guiche for him.”

Zero turned to Tank, pulling his eyebrows together. “I don’t remember Pretty Boy’s taint being pierced.”

“It isn’t. Yet.” Tank winked at him.

Grunting, Zero broke his gaze from Tank’s prey, his attention captured by a disturbance near the entrance to the club’s hang. He absent-mindedly wondered if a couple of chicks were trying to weasel their way in. Or maybe it was some tourists who didn’t realize that Road Rage belonged to the Sidewinders, and that the club was not only exclusively for men, but for gay men.

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4 and 3.5 Stars for The Mistress of Thornfield by Zac Blue – @mugwumppress #FF #Bi #bisexual #Erotic #Short

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Title: The Mistress of Thornfield
Author Name: Zac Blue
Publication Date & Length: November 28, 2014 – 12k

Synopsis

The nineteen-year-old maid knew the unspoken rules of Victorian society but broke them anyway, unleashing a dark curse upon Thornfield Hall. 

Rochester has fled, leaving Grace alone with her mad mistress and the consequences of their transgressions. Now the young maid must attempt to conquer the darkness that her flawed plan to cuckold her master has loosed upon Thornfield.

 A dark sexuality has been awakened in the bisexual mistress of Thornfield.

Bertha Rochester has tasted temptation and wants more. Her innocence destroyed, the dark beauty has come into her own as mistress of Thornfield. Grace watches helpless as Bertha fills the household with strong, brutal men who are as willing to commit murder as participate in an orgy if their mistress demands it.

Grace’s only ally is an enigmatic gypsy with secrets of her own.

The voluptuous Madame Magenta appears at Thornfield with a dire warning, and Grace must decide if she can be trusted. The attraction between the two bisexual women, however, cannot be denied and distrust soon gives way to passion. The maid and the gypsy, both outcasts in Victorian society, devise a plan to save Thornfield and its tormented master from the growing madness of his estranged wife.

The depths of Mrs. Rochester’s dark desires, however, will not become apparent until Grace stumbles upon her mistress’s darkest orgy yet.

Review

FourStars

This book is a definitely continuation of the previous book. I wish it had rehashed what happened with Mr. Rochester at the end of the book a bit more to help me remember it better, but overall, the story line from book 1 to book 2 was continued and explained. I do not, however, suggest reading this book without reading the first beforehand.

Once again, Zac Blue has wowed me with the writing. This book has quite a bit more plot in it than the first one, and I really enjoyed seeing where the story was going to potentially go. I loved the introduction of Magda. It was a character that fit perfectly with Grace and helped move the plot along, and really was just very well done. In a short period of time, Magda was well-rounded and damn hot. The connection Magda had with Grace is one of the sincerest  connections/relationships in the entire series thus far.

I’m definitely waiting for the next installment to see how the situation is resolved. The complications Blue has thrown into the mix have definitely created an intense problem waiting to be resolved in some fiery heat, I’m sure. This book is a great read, and it’s definitely on my re-read list.

~AJ

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This is the second novella in the erotic Jane Eyre-based series. I have to admit, I liked this one less than the last one. The charm has worn off a little. However, it seems as though that might have been intentional for the purposes of the narrative.

I’m honestly not sure how I feel about the weird sex-magic part. The idea that women having and enjoying sex they choose as “demonic” has long been a part of cultures that oppress women. I’m a little uncomfortable with seeing it expressed so baldly, especially given that it seems Grace is being punished for introducing Mrs. Rochester to “demon sex.” I’ll reserve judgment, however, until I read the conclusion of the story.

The story is short, and I was able to read it quickly. I’m looking forward to seeing how the whole thing draws to its conclusion.

I give it 3.5 stars.

Amy

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Mrs. Rochester, as Grace now thought of her, was different, becoming something else, a half-formed creature still determining its own form. Grace knew that her bluebird was gone. The innocent flutter had left her lips to be replaced by a sharp, greedy peck. The nervous tongue was now assured and spoke with a knowledge beyond that which Grace had taught it.

Grace did not say anything. She just fell back into the routine of attendance at Mrs. Rochester’s side and in her bed.

Three shadows danced across the wall, swaying and merging into one.

Lucas was on his knees, his hard cock deep inside Grace’s cunt and Grace, her arse high to allow him to push even deeper, had her face buried between Mrs. Rochester’s legs, lips sucking and tongue probing her pussy with each thrust of Lucas’s cock.

Of all the men she had fucked at Thornfield, it was the quiet Lucas that served Grace best, because he was in love. He loved Grace with an uncomplicated devotion and a fury that meant he pounded her as hard as she could stand and, when she had taught him, as long as she needed. Right now, fucking and coming were all that made sense; she did both as often as possible.

“Devour this flesh,” moaned Mrs. Rochester as Grace sucked hard and let her tongue push against the throb in time with each pound of her own cunt. Her face was buried between her lover’s legs, eyes closed. She did not want to look at Mrs. Rochester.

Then a strong hand was in Grace’s long red hair, pulling her up. Grace screwed her eyes tightly shut, hoping it would be mistaken for ecstasy.

“Grace.”

Just one word in that new, dark, liquid voice and Grace was staring up at her.

Mrs. Rochester’s eyes, black and burning like newly fired coals. This thing she was becoming rising like a phoenix from the fire that Grace herself had ignited. The darkest of passions and need.

Grace felt every muscle tighten. Those deep inside her strangled Lucas’s cock and he let out a long, hard moan and, as he had been taught, pulled back and came on her arse.

No! It was too soon!

But Lucas was already retreating into the shadows. He knew that his time was over as much as he knew that he had not satisfied his mistress. The fact that she had not come was bad enough. The hateful cramp of unfulfilled passion would linger but eventually fall away. But now she was alone with Mrs. Rochester and, since the pretty little bluebird had flown, these were the moments that she longed to escape as Lucas had done, into silent shadows.

“Make me scream, Grace.” Mrs. Rochester, the bluebird that even tasted differently. The honeysuckle sweetness had become a mix of dark spices in her mouth. It was something that in all her years Grace had never encountered. Something dark inside Grace, which she had long trapped and jailed, responded to this taste and it drove her on, her own pleasure forgotten, the taste driving her tongue deep inside.

Mrs. Rochester pushed her hips upward, spread her legs wider. Grace rose up a little so that her tongue could slide down almost vertically into the wet cunt. She felt muscles tighten around her tongue like a hand round her throat. She pushed deeper and the moans began to rise and twist. Her lips pressed hard against the soft folds; her hands slid beneath and grabbed Mrs. Rochester’s round peach arse, pulling her higher.

“Grace! Grace, I am coming! I am becoming!” Mrs. Rochester’s words slipped into something that was insanity, a mixture of half words and inventions as she bucked once, twice and then with a scratching scream came hard against Grace’s mouth.

The scream seemed to thrash around the room like a trapped bird and finally silenced, leaving the soft, satisfied whimpers of Mrs. Rochester.

They were entwined on the bed, damp with sweat and spent desire. Mrs. Rochester played with Grace’s long red hair and locked her eyes onto hers. Grace felt the cramp in her stomach that came when her own pleasures and needs were left unsatisfied.

“He will return, Grace.” Mrs. Rochester did not need to mention her husband by name.

It was the conversation Grace had been dreading but had known would come. Grace had a gnawing certainty that somehow Mrs. Rochester had knowledge of what had happened between her and her husband, although she had never addressed it directly, not that any wronged wife ever did. Such indiscretions were commonplace and ladies did not recognise the baser instincts of their gentlemen and the women they exercised them with. As long as they did not attempt to exercise them with their ladies, the situation would probably carry on for eternity.

“I will protect you, my blue . . .” Grace stropped as she looked into the eyes that studied her.

“I know you are devoted to my protection, Grace. I know your plan, that you kept so close to your breast. To seed me with Lucas’s child and ward off Rochester with the threat of a wailing bastard on his doorstep.”

The plan had not accounted for the Rochester seed that was now inside her, that had taken root. That, unlike the others, she wanted to keep, wanted to grow and nourish inside her.

“But that seed is dead, Grace.”

The heat rose in Grace’s body, blooming dark on her cheeks. Which seed? Did this new thing that was Mrs. Rochester have “the sight?” Did her dark wells see into Grace’s troubled thoughts and pluck out this child that was inside her?

“The seed that Lucas planted in me lived for a few days. But that night when you confronted my husband and he assaulted you, my poor sweet Grace, that night the seed died inside me. I felt it, Grace.”

The heat was gone and an ice flow took Grace’s blood and flesh. The relief that Mrs. Rochester knew not of her own encounter, or at least did not mention it, was consumed by the words and the knowledge that nothing could live inside this woman that used to be her bluebird. That used to love her with such sweet moans.

“He will have to be killed, Grace. I think you know that. If I am to live, he must die.” Mrs. Rochester took Grace’s face between her hands, a new strength in those dainty fingers, as if she could crush Grace between them. “Grace, you are the clever one. You must make a new plan, one that will set me free. Will you do that, Grace?” Mrs. Rochester’s dusky eyes were round and large and Grace could not escape them.

~*~

It was dark when Grace found herself back in the library where Mr. Rochester had come inside her and made her moan and buck and orgasm like she had never before.

Now the room was a twilight place, a soft moon outside threw silver across the carpet where he had fucked her. Her cunt ached. She did not recognise herself in the sliver of window that the curtains had not been drawn against. She had lost control. She had lost her bluebird and lost him.

The rage began to rise in her; it bathed the ache between her legs and, as it often did, her anger brought the clarity she needed.

She slowly shed her clothes, standing naked in the library. Where he had received her, where he had taken her. Now she would take what she wanted. Without the complications of others, that primal power that came from control of yourself.

Her hands moved to her small, round breasts, found the nipples begging to be pinched and rolled. She made them stand hard and pink and then pinched them red. The pain was hers; she controlled it. She let out a gasp of pleasure.

She cupped her breasts and let her mouth dribble down on them. She began to squeeze and tease in this new liquidity, knowing that further wetness was developing between her legs; it was rising, drowning the hurt and the ache that lay there. The ache for control, for her bluebird and for him. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was her pleasure.

She let her hands move across her stomach. Her palms rested flat for a moment. Waiting for a movement that was impossible at such a short interval after planting, but waiting anyway.

Then her hands moved on. One slid to her tight, little arse, stroking it with fingernails to the fore. Tapping out her desire with fingers. The other found the hood of her clit and for a moment she let her palm rest on it, feeling the throb increasing, the twitch that she herself had put there. The itch that was hers alone to scratch.

Thumb and forefinger took the flesh between them, rolling and pinching. Her moans were getting louder, but she knew she would not be disturbed. The servants all knew her moans, and that if they were not invited to join they should keep out. She was still the mistress of fucking in this place, but she heard the whispers. She saw the way they looked to her when she commanded them and the second look they now gave to Mrs. Rochester.

Damn! She felt the ache rising again. Damn!

No! This was her moment. This was her cunt, her house, her fucking life. She pinched the hood hard and let out a yelp; the wetness increased, and she sank to the floor, spreading her legs wide.

She let two fingers tease the contours of her cunt lips. Her other hand teased her tight arsehole. It was not a route she often struck, but this was needed. All that ache had to be engulfed by pleasure so overwhelming that when she came it would be banished as if an errant child dispatched to a boarding school.

Her fingernails found the folds of her lips and played them back and forth. Grace let herself moan loudly.

“Fuck me.” Her words to herself alone.

She pushed two expert fingers inside her wet cunt, tightening herself around them, knowing that such a grip would not bring a premature end as it did with so many useless men. But not with him. He drove past that. Where was he this night? What had his words meant?

“No,” she snarled.

Fingers pushing inside her cunt now, legs wide, crooked, hips up and meeting each movement.

The heat rose from her; the sweat coated her tight, young body as her fingers controlled every inch of her. Sliding in her cunt, pushing to that spot, so long ago found, so often missed by others, her true centre, pushing harder, moans loud, breath ragged.

She felt the familiar shiver, but it was deeper, rising in a wave that she felt might never end. Her fingers drove her body to arch and writhe, made her scream loudly.

She stopped dead. Pulled the fingers from herself. Breathing hard, heart pumping her full of want. This was hers. She could have everything; she was the mistress of this place and of herself and this was denial. She licked the pleasure from her fingers and returned them to the tease. There was no ache. There was only need and satisfaction that were both at her fingertips.

She looked up at that sliver of glass and saw herself again. Nothing would cloud her; there was no haze. She was Grace Poole, and whatever darkness inhabited this place would be conquered or controlled as she saw fit.

Fingers inside again, slowly relocating the rhythm, pushing slow and deep.

Yes!

Hard slamming now, screaming at the gates of heaven and hell, waves rising through her, moans and curses spitting from her as she bucked hard as the orgasm swept through her like a spark through kindling.

She came hard and loud. She still fingered herself, wanting more, without any thought, just the brutal need that was the essence of her being. She came again and shook like a creature possessed, heart exploding, mouth uttering gasps and moans and, after several minutes, the softest whimpers of satisfaction.

After many minutes of recovery, where she enjoyed the diminishing of the shivers that had possessed her flesh, she dressed and sat in his chair. She was filled with purpose. The ache would return, she had little doubt of that, but she would control it. She would control everything. Mrs. Rochester, Lucas, all those who had served her and given her pleasure would be hers again.

When she left the library, she heard raised voices at the main entrance. Mrs. Fairfax and the butler were arguing with a third, unknown person. A woman with a gravely voice that rose above theirs.

Fairfax saw Grace and rushed toward her.

“Such an affair! Miss Grace, there is a mad woman without.” Fairfax was red in her cheeks.

“Then turf her from the grounds.” Grace had no time for such trivial matters.

“Where is Grace Poole?” The gravel voice.

Grace was startled but in control; this was her house.

“Let her in.”

A gypsy swathed in dark colours, veiled and hidden, pushed past the butler. There was nothing but her eyes to be seen.

“How do you know of me?” demanded Grace.

“I know many things. Of darkness and of light, of pasts and of futures. I know what you have unleashed upon the world, Grace Poole.”

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Zachary Bluebird III lives in the burnt out ruin of his imagination after his crazy ex-wife tried to set it on fire. She may still be running round on the third floor of his psyche somewhere. He writes erotica with a literary twist that sometimes gets very twisted. He is a slave to the Mugwump ethos of banging it hard. He has lots of headaches and sore thumbs, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

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TWO 4 Star Reviews for Choosing Happy (More Than Friends #3) by Aria Grace – #MM Romance @ariagracebooks

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Title: Choosing Happy (More Than Friends #3)
Author Name: Aria Grace
Publication Date & Length: March 15, 2014 – 224 pgs

Synopsis

Book 3 of the More Than Friends Series. Can be read in sequence or as a standalone.  (Book #1 is free)

Steve is living in Portland with many regrets. He has alienated the people he cares most about by making bad choices that continue to haunt him. When he meets a kid that’s in a bad relationship and needs some help, Steve reluctantly offers it, knowing it’s his chance to redeem himself. What he doesn’t expect is to find happiness. It’s there, all he has to do it choose to accept it.

For mature readers.

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FourStars

Steve and “Little Duck” Joey – so sweet. I love their characters. Steve has this overprotective streak in him that I simply have to admire. Despite not knowing Joey at all, Steve takes up for him – the attraction for Steve is there and he pines away. When it becomes too much, he tries to strike up a conversation, not knowing the consequences that Joey will face.

Joey is such an endearing character. Despite his innocence, I liked him right away. He was trying to find a way out for himself and got caught up with someone who was less than honest. Joey’s character is so sweet to Steve, but you see hints of his old, more confident self – before Topher. I liked seeing both sides of Joey and I LOVED his nick name of little duck.

I liked that the story had a lot of mystery. You were not given a lot of information about Topher, but from the impressions that Steve give, Topher is not a decent person. Grace does a good job of portraying the true hatred that Steve feels towards Topher. I could feel Joey’s fear, Steve’s hatred and Topher’s arrogance.

I also enjoyed the slight hint towards Steve’s past. Having not read the previous stories, these hints helped me put more context to why Steve was the way he was towards Joey and towards his friends.

This was a cute story of finding out what unconditional love is really about. I would for sure read from this author again.

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FourStars

Haven’t read any of the others in the series, but was able to read this book as a standalone.  Once I started reading it I needed to keep going until I finished.  The style of writing drew me into the plot and kept me interested until the end.
The characters came alive in the story and I found myself hoping that Steve would find happiness in the end. The author had you just wanting to hug Joey. I would like to go back and read the first two books to find out more of Steve’s background.  All in all, a very loving story that I enjoyed.
Sherry

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Does he seriously have sympathy for me? That’s a new low, even for me. “Yeah.” I carefully reach out to take his hand. “And I promise not to bite.”

Moving slowly, he scoots out and walks behind me to the front door. Just like the little duck he was trained to be.

I open the door and sweep my arm in for Joey to look around. “There’s a guest room down here with a private bath.” I start walking but he doesn’t follow. When I reach the door to the bedroom that hasn’t been used since Zach’s last visit, I clear my throat, getting Joey’s attention. “In here, little duck. You can clean up and I’ll find some clothes for you while we wash yours.”

Nothing I own will fit his slender form but I’ve got a handful of clothes that guys have left here over the years that I keep in case they ever come back. Fortunately or unfortunately, they rarely return after I’ve driven them away.

Joey reluctantly walks to me and peeks in the room. “You really don’t mind?”

I shake my head, my eyes locked on his profile as he decides whether he can trust me or not. To my surprise, he steps in and sits on the edge of the bed.

I grab a few towels from the hall closet and walk into the bathroom. “You need to soak those gashes to make sure they don’t get infected. Want me to run a bath for you?”

His terrified eyes bug open and I know he thinks I’m trying to take advantage of him.

“Look, kid.” I pull out the desk chair and roll it so I’m sitting in front of him with about a foot between our knees. “I know you’re scared and you should be. You shouldn’t just trust a stranger off the street.”

Okay, this isn’t exactly making his breathing even out or his color improve. He looks like he’s about to burst into tears or jump through the window…or both.

I take a deep breath and start over. “My name is Steve Montgomery. You already know that I own The Waffle Haus. Rachel knows you’re with me and she’d kick my ass if I harmed one hair on your head so you can relax. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

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Born and raised in Los Angeles, California, Aria enjoys the year round sunshine and laid back environment of the west coast. She lives with her husband and two children on a quiet hill that gives her lots of time to read and write. Her first series was a semi-traditional look at sexy gigs found online. She has now ventured into the exciting M/M world of gay erotica.

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Across Worlds: Collision by S.A. Snow – #Bisexual #Erotica @booksbysnow

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Title: Across Worlds: Collision
Author Name: S.A. Snow
Publication Date & Length: August 1, 2014 – 180 pgs

Synopsis

Jane expected six months undercover to be hard; she expected it to be lonely and bleak. She didn’t expect to find love.

Jane Butler, a CIA operative, is assigned the task of infiltrating the Xanthians and determining if they’re a threat to humanity. Going undercover as a Xanthian mate, she boards the transport ship and meets Usnavi—her new mate. After spending six days traveling through space, Jane is ecstatic to explore the Xanthian station and soon sets out to complete her mission. The only problem? Usnavi—and the feelings she is quickly developing.

Fumbling their way through varying sexual expectations, cooking catastrophes, and cultural differences, they soon discover life together is never boring. As Jane and Usnavi careen into a relationship neither of them expected, Jane uncovers dark secrets about the Xanthians and realizes she may no longer be safe. When it becomes clear she’s on her own, Jane is forced to trust and rely on Usnavi. Simultaneously struggling with her mission, her feelings for Usnavi, and homesickness, Jane faces questions she never imagined she would have to answer.

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FourStars

Across Worlds: Collision I found to be a very interesting book. I have not read a book where aliens can change sex at will and procreate without having actual sex. The plot was one I had heard of before in movies:  a race is dying out and need others to help them to survive.  However, it was the twists and turns that make it something different all together.

I really liked the main character Jane.  She is not going to let any Xanthians get in her way of finding out what is really going on.   Her mate, Usnavi, I didn’t want to like, since zhe (that is what he/she is referred to) is one of the aliens, but I found that zhe is caring towards Jane. Even when Usnavi is the one that becomes pregnant.

I would recommend this book is you like sci-fi, but this is definitely not your typical sci-fi!

~Angela

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“I am not a man.”

Jane took a long sip from the drink, using it to bide her time before she asked the question on the tip of her tongue.

“What are you, then?”

“I am Xanthian.”

Usnavi stood up straight, zher back tense as zhe moved over to stand in front of Jane.

“Is it really that hard to understand that I am neither man nor woman, male nor female, that I am simply Xanthian and Usnavi?”

Grinding her back teeth together, Jane nodded minutely.

“Sometimes it is. Sometimes it’s not,” she responded.

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After chasing around puppies and corralling kittens, S.A. Snow flips open her BSG replicated console and enters her mysterious world of imagination. Seeking to escape the rigors of her day jobs, she enters flight mode and powers her engines full-speed ahead.

A prolific writer of non-traditional erotica, S.A. Snow grew up on a small alpaca farm high in the Andes Mountains. A lover of yoga and meditation, she spends her free time constructing alien space stations, organizing werewolf governments, and cataloging all episodes of Star Trek in order of technical soundness. A firm believer that one need not choose between Gene Roddenberry and George Lucas, she also has closely examines all Star Wars movies in order to determine which episode is more factually based.

S.A. Snow writes truth and only truth, factoring in all evidences she can find. She writes only about parallel universes she has personally visited, and believes if something about her books isn’t shocking, she’s not effectively telling the story.

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3.5 & 3 Stars for How Still My Love by Diane Marina – #FFRomance #lesfic

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Title: How Still My Love
Author Name: Diane Marina
Publication Date & Length: May 20, 2014 – 151 pgs

Synopsis

Beth Anders is just fine with her single life. Why mess with the heart when it isn’t broken? Being alone means never dealing with hurtful ex-girlfriends, or parents who have shunned her for being gay. Being alone has its perks – she’s just fine on her own. Or so she thinks until the young, vivacious and sexy Toni Vincent enters her life. In one moment, Toni quickly unlocks Beth’s heart and the two women plan a future together.

But when Beth learns that Toni may not want the same type of happy ending she had in mind, fate steps in yet again to steal her happily-ever-after. Toni wants things that Beth might not be able to provide. When an interested new woman steps into the picture, chaos erupts.

Can Beth fix things before it’s too late, or will she lose Toni forever? Travel with Beth on this funny and heartbreaking journey to true love.

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At first, I wasn’t sure how much I would like this story. The beginning was great, and then it seemed like it took a long time for the plot to get going. I didn’t find my interest piqued until about halfway through. After that, the pacing sped up, and I enjoyed the rest of the story.

My biggest concern was that it was too slow-paced for the first half, and I didn’t have any real sense of who these women were. It was mostly spent dwelling on the progression of their too-perfect relationship. I got very tired of hearing how beautiful they were, as though anyone not thin, feminine, and pretty wasn’t welcome. The characters felt bland and somewhat stereotyped.

I found it a little strange that at the end, their assessment of their relationship was that they’d moved too fast–I honestly didn’t sense that; it felt like they moved at snail’s pace, actually. I wish instead of showing us so much of the “honeymoon phase” the author had concentrated on character development and their personal histories.

The second half of the story was wonderful. We finally got to see some of their personalities emerge (though still a bit less than for my liking). The tension felt real, and I liked that they had some very real feelings about their lives and situations. From the halfway point, it felt like a quick read as everything moved forward.

The sensuality in the book was at a heat level perfect for my taste–hot but not over-the-top, and it felt right for these characters. I enjoyed how loving it felt between them and how their emotions came into play during intimacy. It was really lovely. And of course, I always enjoy a happy ending.

I would definitely recommend this to fans of romantic, happy-ever-after stories. Other readers might not be as concerned with the pacing as I was.

3.5 stars.

Amy

ThreeStar

This book was a complete love story from the start of a relationship to 8 years or so into it. The book it’s broken into three sections.
The first section was overall the best written, but I had a hard time connecting with the characters, specifically Beth, who’s the POV we read from. The author throws a lot of history in Beth’s direction but it doesn’t seem to really make a dent in how she leads her life. It’s as if Toni is able to wipe her past abusive relationship away to where it doesn’t affect Beth at all after their initial meeting. This to me was very unrealistic.
The second section is filled with story telling instead of showing. It moves quick but is rather dull because of the lack of scenes. This part is also far more interesting than the first section as there are actual problems and complications to their relationship. The history Beth has has come back to bite her but not because of her abusive relationship; it’s because of her parents. This section skims over the many problems Beth had and focused on one fight. The rest was simply telling surrounding that fight and became something I had to force myself to read. This section is one where slowing down might have been extremely effective.
The third section of this book is where, in my opinion, the actual story takes place. It still has a lot of telling and not enough showing but it’s where problems are worked on, tensions high and characters who are most relatable. I would have loved to see this whole section spanned out and delved into a lot more deeply as it was the most interesting part of the book. This is the part of the book most relatable to the reader.
I think this book suffered from a lack of a focus. The story told needed to be trimmed down to the story relevant and there needed to be gobs less telling than showing in the last 50% of it. I struggled to find a connection to the characters because all the emotions that were connectable–the despair and loneliness–were told and not shown. It seemed as if the author was afraid of delving into such a dark and deep emotion.
I really wanted to like this book more. Perhaps if it was just the third section I had read with a bit better story telling then I would have loved it.
~AJ

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Diane Marina lives in the Mid-Atlantic US with her partner of 18 years. She is the author of several short stories published in the US, as well as a full-length novel, How Still My Love, which was published as a third of a trilogy titled Triple Delight. She plans to expand on the original story and re-publish the novel in 2013.

When not writing, she spends her time reading, hiking, running, and traveling. When she’s not traveling, she’s dreaming of all of the places she’d like to visit.

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New Release: The Superstar by Patricia Logan – #MM Romance

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Title: The Superstar (Bodyguards Book 1)
Author Name: Patricia Logan
Publication Date: November 25, 2014

Synopsis

Storm Ellison is the sexiest man on two legs. The gorgeous young star of “Trapped on an Island”, the hottest reality show on television, is instantly recognizable the moment he leaves his palatial mansion. Paparazzi follow him everywhere, leaving him no peace or privacy, selling his pictures to the tabloids, and cementing his reputation in the press as a slutty gay playboy. As Storm prepares to sign his first major movie deal, his manager decides he needs protection. What he doesn’t expect, is to be attracted to the cold bastard who’s now running his life.

Balthazar Grant, freelance bodyguard, is a huge, handsome, rough and ready former Marine, trained by the best, and willing to step between Storm and anyone stupid enough to come at him. Always stoic and serious, Taz lends a deadly presence to Storm’s entourage whenever he ventures out in public. Storm doesn’t want a bodyguard, much less one who won’t let him live his fast and loose lifestyle with impunity and he’s certainly not one to be dictated to by an overconfident Marine who has opinions about everything including who he should hook-up with.

When a deadly threat hits Storm’s world, he’s suddenly living his own reality show, only this one has an outcome which doesn’t involve being voted off an island. Will Storm wake up before it’s too late and will Taz be able to fight his attraction to the handsome young superstar while trying to convince him he’s in very real danger? The pair will soon learn that reality is stranger than fiction.

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Are you an independent author or published author? What made you chose to go that route?

I am now an indie author, though I was published with three major publishers at various times. When I began receiving rights back to my older books, and after a miserable experience with two former publishers, I decided to go indie. I haven’t looked back in the two years since making that decision and I am very happy with it. That said, I have been asked to author a book for a new publisher who will be announcing their grand opening in the spring of 2015. If that goes well, I will give them more books. I like leaving all my options open.

How would you describe your writing style? (Sweet, Light, Dark, Erotic) My writing varies depending on my mood. The book I recently finished, “The Superstar”, is a light hearted, happy book, though it has elements of intrigue like all of my books. Even when I write BDSM, I try to give the book a lighthearted tone and my readers appreciate the LMAO moments. I love reading a review where a reader says, “I laughed my butt off” or “Boy, can Patricia Logan push my angst buttons”. That just makes my day. My books are always sexy and I suppose there are those who would say I’m an erotic author. I just like to have fun, whether it’s writing a hot sex scene or a comedy scene.

Have you considered using a pen name? Why or why not? I do use a pen name because I want to protect my privacy

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment in your writing life? I have gotten to the point where I can finally write without an outline most times. In the early years, I outlined every scene of a book and that took a lot of time and effort. That never meant that the book adhered to the outline all the time, but at least it gave me a clear plan. These days, unless it is a very long book, I can write a short synopsis and then fill in from there. It makes things much simpler in the long run… and the characters still walk off the page and do what they want to do, darn them.

What part of a book is your favorite? The part that makes me stand up and do a fist pump after I write it. Most of the time that is when I write a scene that is particularly angsty or funny because I KNOW my readers are going to love it.

If you could co write with any author, who would you pick and why? I have a hard time thinking about writing with anyone but I am scheduled to write a BDSM with Rain Carrington and I am excited about that. I have written a story in a three book set with Lisa Worrall and Sue Brown where we all wrote a story in different centuries at the same masquerade ball in London. That was fun.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? The message in “The Superstar” is that not everyone is who you think they are. In the case of my superstar, Storm Ellison, he is portrayed in the tabloids as a gay playboy who is shallow and vapid. Nothing could be further from the truth. His bodyguard, Taz Grant is not the guy he pretends to be either… a mean, callous, and cold bastard. He’s a sweet man who loves deeply and would die to protect the man he loves. He’s a Marine and a hero.

What book are reading now? I am reading “Bedtime Stories” by GA Hauser

Do you see writing as a career? Yes, I write full time

What is next for you as an author? I am writing the last two books in my “Invitation Only” series, “Dallas” and “Worth”. Those two are BDSM and then I will be writing my second and third books of the “Marine Bodyguards” series. Those will be vanilla books. I am also writing a book with Rain Carrington which will be a BDSM and then I will be writing another BDSM for my new publisher in the fall. I am also scheduled to write a charity book for my Italian fans using a Scottish character for the spring of 2015 as well. Busy busy me ☺

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Favorite Genre to Read? MM Contemporary

Favorite Day of the Week? Monday. I know, I’m strange

Favorite Gadget? My laptop

Coffee or Tea? Starbucks coffee by all means!

Fritos or Cheetos? Both, depending on my mood

Coke or Pepsi? Neither… I’m not really a soda drinker. Maybe a little 7-up ☺

Pancakes or Waffles? Waffles… the Belgian ones. YUM

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Jules grinned again. “You like Storm, Taz. You LIKE like him!” she raised her voice and Taz looked around to see who else could have overheard her.

“I like him fine, Jules; I work for the guy,” he replied, intentionally misunderstanding her.

“No, Taz, you are ‘in like’ with Storm,” she reiterated. She reached up and took hold of his sunglasses, dragging them off his face. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t like Storm like that, big guy. Whoa, those are some dreamy eyes,” she sighed.

Taz felt embarrassed and exposed without his shades and hated the fact that she could see the very real truth in his eyes when all he wanted to do was deny it. He averted his gaze, staring out onto the dance floor only to regret it immediately when he noted Storm’s arms wrapped around the twink, his lips being plied by the smaller man’s as their lower bodies ground against each other to the beat of the music. The moment he saw them, he frowned.

“See? That’s what I’m talkin’ about, Taz. You can’t stand the way that other man touches Storm. You want him for yourself,” she said emphatically.

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Patricia Logan resides in Los Angeles, California along with her husband, four children, her grandchild and ever increasing number of cats. When not being stage mom, baking cookies, or scooping kitty litter, she writes steamy, award winning, gay erotic romance and tries to lead her readers on a journey of discovery with more than a little angst.

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