Monday, 8 December 2014

Guest Blogger ~ Eva Lefoy: Love Hurts Series

Sex, Ties and Videotape
Love Hurts 
MLR Press 
GLBT light BDSM/Kink

The Love Hurts series was born when I answered a Valentine’s Day call for MLR Press and the men in the book just kind of took over from there! 

Book 1: Sex, Ties and Videotape, we meet Geoffrey, a man who’s been wronged by his previous lover, Brian, in a most public way. Brian’s friend Paul makes a move on Geoffrey and his life changes dramatically – he’s finally found someone who won’t laugh at his submissive needs! 

Book 2: Kink Club Blues, Brian finds himself secretly turned on by the idea of BDSM and goes to the local kink club to investigate. There, he meets Gar, who shows him how submissive he can truly be beneath that snarky “top” exterior. Also, Paul fights a bout of insecurity. Does Geoffrey love him or his Dom ways? There’s only one way to be sure: ask for his hand in marriage! 

Book 3: Dom of Destruction, we focus on Gar and Brian’s fledgling relationship as they try to work things out. It isn’t easy for them. Once Brian discovers Gar keeps a different sub for every night of the week, he’s beyond exasperated. He acts rashly, and gets himself into hot water with a bad Dom. Gar wants to be there to help Brian through his recovery, but old memories of his former sub, Angel, resurface and Gar must deal with the Dom guilt he’s been carrying in order to move on. Geoffrey and Paul have their first real break-up, showing love is not always bliss.

I hope you check out all three books of Love Hurts. One day, there will be a fourth! (Angel’s story).

~Eva
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Blurb:
Geoffrey begged his ex boyfriend, Brian, for some bondage, not public humiliation on YouTube. On Valentine’s Day, he runs into Brian's best friend Paul, who seems intent on righting Brian's wrongs. But trusting Paul means Geoffrey has to come clean with his needs … and his feelings.

Paul sees Geoffrey in the bar and knows this is his chance to convince him he’s nothing like Brian. He starts slow and safe, setting strict ground rules. But when Geoffrey insists on a reenactment of the same dom-play Brian used to hurt him, is a safeword enough to protect their fledgling love?

Excerpt:
Geoffrey crossed his arms and didn’t pick it up. The suspicion in his eyes was clearer than a rare Seattle sunny day. “So, what are you saying?”

Good old-fashioned fear of rejection had butterflies flying furiously inside him. Did he tell Geoffrey about his feelings, or would it scare him off? To hell with the insecurity. I’ve waited too long for this moment. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

From Geoffrey’s shocked expression, he hadn’t ever thought it possible. The new-found knowledge  had Paul’s hands tightening into fists and tears stinging his eyes. I swear I’m killing Brian. He did this to him. I can’t fucking believe it.

“Me? Right. Paul, you’ve known me for how long?”

Good. A math problem. He could do that. “Ten years.”

Geoffrey nodded. “Uh-huh, and in all that time, you never once indicated you wanted to bone me. So what’s changed?”

“Hell, Geoff.” Paul ran his hand over his hair. “What was I supposed to do? You’ve been with Brian the last two years.” Saying it out loud pissed him off anew, so he hurried to the next subject. “Before that, you were with Andrew,” he ticked the names off on his fingers, “before that, Carl, and then some Asian guy, I can’t remember his name…”

Geoffrey’s demeanor softened, his shoulders relaxing. “Myung.”

“Yeah, and then before him there was …well, it doesn’t matter who else. But it’s not like you’ve been available.” He took the opportunity to close some of the space between them. Getting the upper hand in this conversation helped his confidence.

“Neither have you.”

He nodded and took another step. “I know. It’s true. I’ve been with a string of guys, too. So no, I’ve never had the opportunity to tell you how much I’ve wanted you.” Now he stood mere inches from the man he desired. He tried desperately not to drool.

“Why would you want me?”

“How would you know what kind of guy I really want?” Paul placed a hand on Geoffrey’s lower back and tugged him closer. “If it’s unclear, I’d be happy to show you.” When Geoff didn’t resist, he cupped the back of his head and pressed their bodies together. His cock rubbed against Geoffrey’s thigh, and Geoff’s against his. The perfect bliss of the moment had him eager to spill right in his pants, but convincing Geoffrey he was serious came first. He angled Geoffrey’s head and planted greedy lips over his.

Kink Club Blues:

Blurb:
Paul and Geoffrey return from their special trip to Paris. Paul plans to propose to Geoffrey but first, his urge to protect his lover drives him to close an old loophole. He visits Brian, demanding the original video he made of Geoffrey be destroyed.

Brian doesn't understand what Paul's upset about, or his dominant streak. But the clearer Paul's feelings for Geoffrey become to him, the more Brian desires to have a man love him the same way. Curiosity draws him to the local kink club, and into the arms of a man whose punishment gives him all he secretly craves.

Excerpt:
When Brian opened his eyes he was no longer in the hallway. Anxiety tightened his chest. Where am I? He tried to move and found he couldn’t. Alarmed, he yanked his arm. It wasn’t free. He jerked his head up and gasped when he saw it. The chain came down from the ceiling, attached to a cuff holding him in place. His other arm was restrained too. He jerked his legs and couldn’t move them either. He was trussed up—naked—in an empty, cold masonry room. Alone.

“Welcome back, Brian.”

The low, monotone voice echoed off the walls and seemed to vibrate right through his flesh. He tensed, knowing exactly who it belonged to. Gar. Had the man really meant what he’d said? The idea of Gar seeing to his punishment both frightened and excited him. “Gar, I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I know your type, Brian. You can, and you will.” The man’s footsteps resounded off the walls as he walked to Brian’s right side. “Now, I’ve heard you’ve been bad. Very bad.”

A wooden paddle flashed into his peripheral vision. A hand stroked his ass cheek. The combination of the two ratcheted up his panic. His heart raced until his mouth went dry. “What are you going to do to me?”

A hand gripped his head and yanked it back. The man’s hot breath saturated his ear. “I’m going to punish you, Brian. I’m going to make sure you never wish to hurt anyone again. And you’re going to enjoy it.”

Brian’s nipples peaked, and he flushed warm. He arched his back, swaying from the chains. All of the sudden, he became that blond man in the photo. He was about to be punished just like him, and God, how he wanted it, even though he feared it. “Yes,” he moaned. “Yes. Hurt me. Please.”

Gar let go of his hair and came around his front.

This close, Gar was as huge as a house, and Brain could see every dark black hair on his massively wide chest, smell the man’s musk filling the room, clogging his nose. His cock went hard, and he could swear it leaked. Gar’s gaze dipped down, he smiled, and then he looked up again.

“Brian, it seems you like this idea, don’t you?” Gar licked his lips, heat blazing in his eyes. He caressed Brian’s side slowly, like a caterpillar crawling over it. “I’m glad. I’ll enjoy being your teacher.”

“Please. I-I—”

“My name is ‘Master,’ and I’m going to fuck you, Brian. I’m going to fuck you hard.”

“Oh, God.” Brian trembled at Gar’s words, at the heated promise in his gaze. The shiver ran deep, ending in his balls, threatening to make them explode right then and there. “I think I’m going to come.”

Whack! The paddle landed on his backside.

“Not yet. You’re not going to come until I tell you to. Say, ‘Yes, Master.’”

His cock leaked some more. “Yes, Master.” 

Dom of Destruction

Blurb:
When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel.

Meanwhile, Paul’s uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.

Excerpt: 
Gar’s breathing was heavy and labored. He was obviously turned on and needed to come. But he guided their joined grip, up and down at a slow, even pace. Then he licked a finger and slid it under Brian’s sac, pressing inside his tight hole. Gar massaged his prostate in a firm, vibrating motion. Brian had never felt a touch like it.

“Tell me what you like best about the blond,” Gar panted in his ear.

“I like the fact that he’s helpless,” Brian whispered. “He’s at the other man’s mercy.”

“You want to be at my mercy, Brian?” Gar’s gruff tone resonated through his ear, down his chest, and straight to Gar’s finger buried inside him. “You want to surrender to me completely? Have me command you to come when and where I want?”

“Yes, God, yes.”

“Close your eyes and picture me behind you. You’re ready for me. So eager. So open. You’re begging me to fuck you.”

Brian closed his eyes, spread his legs, and moaned as Gar’s finger continued its little dance.

“Oh fuck. Brian, I want to give you what you want so bad. Just like in the video. I want to make you scream my name around my cock. Come, Brian. Come for me.”

“Gar!” Brian’s hips trembled as another orgasm tore through him. He wasn’t even tied up, but Gar’s voice reached a part of him deep down and gripped it like a vice. Brian surrendered total command of his body, heart and soul to Gar. Gasping for air, speechless, he’d never been so turned on in his life.

Next to him, Gar roared into release. The thick shaft vibrating in Brian’s hand widened and hardened as Gar came. He could feel every pulse of cum up Gar’s shaft, could hear it rise up his length, he released so hard. Brian looked down in time to see Gar spray all over his chest and savored the feel of Gar quivering beside him. The mingled smells of their emissions permeated the air. The spicy scent of Gar’s cum called to him. He wanted to taste it but his arm lay at too awkward an angle to bring it to his lips. “Gar, let me taste you, please.”

“Like this?” Gar swept a finger through his snowy white emission and pressed it to Brian’s lips. He followed up the finger with his tongue, lapping and teasing Brian’s mouth. Then he dipped his finger into Brian’s cum and did the same thing. Their juices merged on Brian’s tongue, salty, spicy, tinged with sweat and need. “You came so good for me,” Gar cooed. “I’m proud of you.”

Author Bio:
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Sunday, 7 December 2014

Guest Blogger ~ Saloni Quinby: Oh My Deer

Release Date: November 2014


Shapeshifters for Christmas
I've always been a huge fan of the paranormal. As a kid I spent lots of time reading books and watching movies about paranormal creatures. Vampires were my favorite, but I also loved werewolves. Back then most werewolves were the frightening kind, not quite as sexy as the ones in stories today. Now many other kinds of shifters are popular too, and not just around Halloween. A few years back I wrote a winter holiday story about a werewolf. This year I wanted to do a different, gentler kind of shifter for Changeling's multi-author Peppermint Twists series.

Fleet, one of the heroes of Oh My Deer, is a reindeer shifter. Though part of him is as rugged as any wild animal, he has a tender side that endears him to his lover, Jake. To create Fleet I read about caribou and used many of their characteristics combined with the old-fashioned magic of Christmas and a bit of science fiction as well. Fleet and his shapeshifting reindeer companions were a lot of fun to write about. I hope you enjoy reading his story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

~Saloni

Blurb:
When Jake rescues a wounded reindeer less than two weeks before Christmas, he doesn't realize he has found one of Santa's reindeer-shifters.

The adorable shifter is willing to show his gratitude in sexy ways Jake never expected, but once he flies away will he be gone forever, or will he return as promised on Christmas day?

Excerpt:
Jake woke early after an uneasy sleep. He'd awakened a couple of times during the night, thinking about the caribou. Soon it would be time to get up anyway, and Jake didn't bother trying to fall back to sleep. He rose, washed and dressed. At this time of morning, he could get some great shots for his book, but after he checked on the caribou. He walked to the shed and entered carefully. Sadly, the caribou was still down. Jake had hoped the animal would be on his feet.

"Feeling any better, boy?" he said, kneeling beside his furry guest. Those calm blue eyes stared at Jake, and an indescribable pang tore through him. He caressed the caribou's muzzle. Glancing toward the bucket, he noticed some of the water was gone. "You must have gotten up to have a drink. That's a good sign. Just rest. I'll be back a little later to see how you're doing."

Jake left the shed and spent the next hour taking pictures. When he returned to check on the caribou, it still hadn't moved.

"You're a shifter all right," Jake said, disgusted at himself for even thinking such a thing. He blamed it on the mystical experience of bonding with a wild animal on a wintry Alaskan night.

Since he still had no intention of killing this creature, he had just one choice left. He walked back to his house and used his laptop to find the phone number of the nearest conservation center. He called and explained his situation. They agreed to send someone to take the caribou.

Jake's stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten since dinner last night, and there wasn't much food around the house. A trip to the general store was in order.

A short time later, he was back in the village. When he stepped into the store, he noticed the latest copy of the local paper that covered this and several other villages.

The headline caught his eye.

Caribou Rescues Teens from Bear

His brow furrowed, Jake snatched a copy of the paper and scanned the article. A day ago, two youths had been exploring the coast when a polar bear attacked. They reported that a caribou rushed between them and the bear, sustaining injuries when it tried to ram the beast despite the fact that it had already shed its antlers.

"Hey, Jake," said the store owner, a plump older man with gray hair and a long moustache. "Do you believe that headline? Since when does a prey animal run to the predator? If you ask me, those boys were drunk or high or something."

"Maybe," Jake murmured, his gaze still fixed on the paper. A weird, tingly feeling almost overwhelmed him. He considered himself a rational guy—or at least he had until last night. The caribou in his shed had wounds consistent with a bear attack—Tina had confirmed it, even though he didn't need her to know it. But the attack happened on the coast. There was no way the caribou could travel all that distance, wounded.

Unless he was a shifter after all. The mystical powers that enabled him to change meant he probably had other supernatural powers too, such as increased speed.

What the hell was he thinking? He was a thirty year old man, not a child to believe in legends spun by his grandfather. Shoot, even Grandpa would probably call him crazy for thinking he had a shapeshifting caribou recovering in his shed.

Still, Jake tugged money out of his pocket and placed it on the counter for the newspaper. After buying some food, he hurried home. Thinking again that he was crazy, he strode into the shed, his heart pounding wildly.

He knelt in front of the caribou and held up the newspaper. "That was you, wasn't it?" he said. Even as he spoke, he felt totally embarrassed by his behavior. Clearly this was nothing more than a beast. Shifters were the stuff of legends. Maybe he had been living out here for too long by himself, with nothing but his photography. Still he went on, "If you're a shifter, give me some kind of sign so I won't think I'm crazy. I'm trying to help you."

Jake closed his eyes for a moment and laughed. "What an idiot I am. I think I have truly lost my—" He stopped speaking abruptly as he opened his eyes. His heart actually skipped a beat and his stomach lurched.

The caribou was gone. In its place lay a sinewy, long-limbed man with wild blond hair and huge, pain-filled blue eyes. His ribs, back and one muscular thigh were covered in bloodstained bandages.

About Author:
The child of a painter and a psychic dreamer, Saloni Quinby feels spirituality and storytelling go hand-in-hand. She loves the scent of gardenia, the sound of wind chimes and the taste of honey. By listening to what isn't said, she creates works based on unspoken desires. Saloni prefers blurred gender lines and many varieties of romance. In a world where passion must at times be restrained, she believes erotica is a pleasure to be shared. With her stories she would like to make her fantasies yours and hopes you enjoy the ride. Saloni also writes as Kate Hill.

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Saturday, 6 December 2014

Guest Blogger ~ Ofelia Gränd: From All Of Us To All Of You

Release Date: December 1, 2014
Blurb:
A story from Boughs of Evergreen: A Holiday Anthology.
Simon hates the Holidays. It’s the same every year—awaiting the dreaded Christmas Eve, when his father gets drunk, while the family fake Christmas spirit and strain to hear the TV over Dad’s snoring. This year, Simon’s sister is celebrating Christmas elsewhere, leaving him to deal with their parents on his own. But there’s a glimmer of hope. A work colleague introduces Simon to her son Hannes at the Lucia Day celebrations, the trouble being that Simon mistakenly believes it’s a blind date, and as if that isn’t embarrassing enough, Hannes wants them to be friends, and Simon’s starting to see signals that aren’t there. He’s beginning to wonder if he’ll make it through Christmas with his sanity intact.

Message From Author:
I’m Ofelia Gränd, and I thought I’d come here today to talk a little about a Swedish tradition called Lucia—it might be good to mention that I am Swedish.   
I’m not really sure if anyone outside Scandinavia and Italy knows anything about Saint Lucia of Syracuse. I’ve got the feeling that she isn’t one of the most well-known saints out there. Long story short, she was a martyr who was tortured and killed in 304 for her Christian believes. But our celebration isn’t really about that. Every Swedish kid learns about Saint Lucia in school, but when someone says Lucia we think of girls in white dresses with candles in their hair, and we think of glögg (sort of like mulled wine) and sweet saffron buns.
This time of year is dark in Scandinavia and Saint Lucia day is a festival of light. Before the reforming of the calendar the celebrations coincided with the Winter Solstice, the darkest day of the year. Due to the dark and cold both people and animals needed extra nourishment. So when Lucia came the celebration of Christmas began, and everyone got to eat a little extra.  
It was believed, being the longest night of the year and all, that there were a lot of supernatural beings present. It was also believed that animals could talk during this one night. To protect yourself from evil you had to stay awake, which often ended up with people being up all night partying. This was also the night when you slaughtered the “Christmas pig”—Swedes eat baked ham on Christmas. Seems a bit strange to kill an animal on the one night a year it’s supposed to be able to talk, but what do I know?
Nowadays people don’t run around killing pigs in the dead of the night, and they don’t believe they need to stay awake to protect themselves from evil spirits. Partying is still a tradition though, but mostly among young people.   
I’m one of the authors behind Boughs of Evergreen: A Holiday Anthology and my story, From All of Us to All of You, starts with the Saint Lucia celebrations in church. I could continue this post by talking about another bizarre tradition we have which would explain the title of my story, but I’m not going to…or maybe I should? Okay, on Christmas Eve (we celebrate on the 24th not on the 25th as people do in many other parts of the world) at three p.m. about 40% of the Swedish population sit down in front of the telly to watch Walt Disney’s From All of Us to All of You and has done so since 1960. If you want to know what role that movie plays in my story, you’ll just have to read it.
But back to the Saint Lucia celebrations. Simon is in church to see his niece perform in the Lucia procession. He hates this time of year, he hates holidays, but Lucia is beautiful and he doesn’t want to miss out on seeing little Annie walking down the aisle with candles in her hair. He is there together with one of his colleagues, Monica, and she introduces him to her son. Simon misunderstands her intentions, though.  
“Well, dear,” she said, turning to me, “this is my son Hannes. Hannes this is Simon.” We shook hands like good little gentlemen, and added a polite nod. “Good, now you two talk, while I go and get us some more glögg.”
“Eh—” I began as she walked away.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “She means well, she really does, but…you know.”
“Yeah, I’m not your type.”
“What?” Hannes looked alarmed.
“The blind-date thing, I’m not what you’re looking for.”
“Blind date?”
I pointed discreetly back and forth between us. “It’s okay, no hard feelings. It wasn’t like I asked her to set us up,” I said with a smile, even though it hurt a little to see him that taken aback by the thought of dating me.
“I’m not…she didn’t…it’s not…I’m not gay! It’s not a date…She just wants me to make some friends. Last week she arranged for me to help a young lady change over to snow tires in hopes of us getting along.”
Shit! I wished the ground would open and swallow me whole.

About Ofelia:
Ofelia Gränd is Swedish through and through. She lives in a small west coast town with her husband and their three children. She has absolutely no time to write, so, naturally, that’s what she wants to do. Have you ever tried to write something with one child in your lap and two more standing around wanting attention? Ofelia does all the time—try, that is. She could give up her glamorous life as a stay-at-home mom, and go back to her work as a teacher. But why not take advantage of the situation when she’s living in a parental leave utopia? Enough about her being a parent, you think, and you’re quite right. Ofelia is a No ‘Poo practiser, a pescatarian who bakes her own bread and makes her own soap—now, you wished that we’d stuck to the children, don’t you?

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About Anthology


BOOK DESCRIPTION
Boughs of Evergreen is a two-volume collection of short stories celebrating the holiday season in all its diversity. Penned by authors from the UK, the USA, Scandinavia and Eastern Europe, these are tales of the young and the not-so-young from many different walks of life.

Themes of family, friendship and romance take readers on a journey through some of the major holidays, both past and present, including Thanksgiving, Advent, St. Lucia Day, Hanukkah, Eid, Saturnalia, Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas and New Year. In each we find at the very least hope, and often love, peace and happiness.

Each story will also be published individually as ebooks on 1st December, 2014.

Proceeds from sales of this anthology will be donated to The Trevor Project. The Trevor Project is the leading national organization [USA] providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24. For more information, visit: The Trevor Project.

THE STORIES: (links go to samples and author biographies)

Volume One

Volume Two 

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