Monday, October 31, 2016

Book Blitz: TRU BLUE by Melissa Foster

Tru Blue
Melissa Foster
Publication date: November 9th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance
TRU BLUE is a sexy, dark stand-alone novel written in the same loving, raw, and emotional voice romance readers have come to love, and the deeply emotional literary prose women’s fiction readers have come to expect, from New York Times & USA Today bestselling, award-winning author Melissa Foster.

“With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!” New York Times Bestseller Julie Kenner

“Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!” New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely
 He wore the skin of a killer, and bore the heart of a lover…
There’s nothing Truman Gritt won’t do to protect his family–Including spending years in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. When he’s finally released, the life he knew is turned upside down by his mother’s overdose, and Truman steps in to raise the children she’s left behind. Truman’s hard, he’s secretive, and he’s trying to save a brother who’s even more broken than he is. He’s never needed help in his life, and when beautiful Gemma Wright tries to step in, he’s less than accepting. But Gemma has a way of slithering into people’s lives and eventually she pierces through his ironclad heart. When Truman’s dark past collides with his future, his loyalties will be tested, and he’ll be faced with his toughest decision yet.
“You can always rely on Melissa Foster to deliver a story that’s fresh, emotional and entertaining. Make sure you have all night, because once you start you won’t want to stop reading. Every book’s a winner!” NYT Bestselling Author Brenda Novak
TRUMAN GRITT LOCKED the door to Whiskey Automotive and stepped into the stormy September night. Sheets of rain blurred his vision, instantly drenching his jeans and T-shirt. A slow smile crept across his face as he tipped his chin up, soaking in the shower of freedom. He made his way around the dark building and climbed the wooden stairs to the deck outside his apartment. He could have used the interior door, but after being behind bars for six long years, Truman took advantage of the small pleasures he’d missed out on, like determining his own schedule, deciding when to eat and drink, and standing in the f**king rain if he wanted to. He leaned on the rough wooden railing, ignoring the splinters of wood piercing his tattooed forearms, squinted against the wetness, and scanned the cars in the junkyard they used for parts—and he used to rid himself of frustrations. He rested his leather boot on the metal box where he kept his painting supplies. Truman didn’t have much—his old extended-cab truck, which his friend Bear Whiskey had held on to for him while he was in prison, this apartment, and a solid job, both of which were compliments of the Whiskey family. The only family he had anymore.

Emotions he didn’t want to deal with burned in his gut, causing his chest to constrict. He turned to go inside, hoping to outrun thoughts of his own f**ked-up family, whom he’d tried—and failed—to save. His cell phone rang with his brother’s ringtone, “A Beautiful Lie” by 30 Seconds to Mars.
“F**k,” he muttered, debating letting the call go to voicemail, but six months of silence from his brother was a long time. Rain pelleted his back as he pressed his palm to the door to steady himself. The ringing stopped, and he blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d trapped inside. The phone rang again, and he froze.

He’d just freed himself from the dredges of hell that he’d been thrown into in an effort to save his brother. He didn’t need to get wrapped up in whatever mess the drug-addicted fool had gotten himself into. The call went to voicemail, and Truman eyed the metal box containing his painting supplies. Breathing like he’d been in a fight, he wished he could paint the frustration out of his head. When the phone rang for the third time in as many minutes, the third time since he was released from prison six months ago, he reluctantly answered.

“Quincy.” He hated the way his brother’s name came out sounding like the enemy. Quincy had been just a kid when Truman went to prison. Heavy breathing filled the airwaves. The hairs on Truman’s forearms and neck stood on end. He knew fear when he heard it. He could practically taste it as he ground his teeth together.

“I need you,” his brother’s tortured voice implored.

Need me? Truman had hunted down his brother after he was released from prison, and when he’d finally found him, Quincy was so high on crack he was nearly incoherent—but it didn’t take much for f**k off to come through loud and clear. What Quincy needed was rehab, but Truman knew from his tone that wasn’t the point of the call.

Before he could respond, his brother croaked out, “It’s Mom. She’s really bad.”


Author Bio:
Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance (M/F, M/M, F/F), romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café. When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success.
Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.
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Sunday, October 30, 2016

Six Sentence Sunday: Double Dare by Jeanne St. James

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! This week I am posting a random six sentences of my best-selling, interracial menage (m/m/f), DOUBLE DARE, available in ebook here at Loose Id, in paperback here, or for your Kindle here.

His hair was loose this morning, framing his face. It was long enough to brush past his shoulders.

Had she said she hated long hair? Oh, she'd have to rethink that one, for sure.

His chest was dark and lightly covered with hair from his well-sculpted pecs down his abs—oh God, he actually had abs—and disappeared into the front of his jeans. Visible veins popped out from his biceps, since the muscles were so distinct. And the tattoos…

Book 2 in Jeanne's Dare series: Daring Proposal will be released on 1/3/17 at Loose Id!

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at or sign up for her newsletter.

Saturday, October 29, 2016

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Friday, October 28, 2016

Ghosts at Yuma Prison - Oh My! Happy Halloween

Ghosts…Outlaws…and Bad Behavior
Thank you for dropping by. What better time to talk about ghosts than Halloween!
In my latest release, Comes An Outlaw, our hero, Coy Santos, spent time in Yuma Prison. I read all about the 'dark cell' and the other punishments inflicted on prisoners for bad behavior. As the article cites below, the prison was also known for its progressive standards, including teaching prisoners to read and write and access to a well-stocked library.

Still…ghosts stories about the prison remain. I wonder…if you visited the crumbling walls of Yuma Prison today, would you feel, see or hear the spirits that once resided within its walls?

Yuma Territorial Prison – The Dark Cell and Ghosts

(Yuma Prison Main Guard Tower)
The first seven inmates entered the Territorial prison at Yuma, Arizona on July 1, 1876. They were locked into cells that they had constructed with their own hands. In the coming 33 years, a total of 3,069 prisoners, including 29 women, lived in the prison. Their crimes ranged from murder to polygamy, with grand larceny being the most common. During that time, 111 of the prisoners died, mostly from tuberculosis, but even so, the stories say that some of them never left this place, even in death.

Despite the reputation of the Yuma prison being a brutal place, the punishments here were very humane for the time and mostly consisted of the “dark cell”, a place of isolation for the rule breakers, and a ball and chain for those who tried to escape. It was considered a model institution and the prisoners had regular medical attention, access to a good hospital and even the opportunity to learn to read and write while incarcerated. The prison housed one of the first “public” libraries in the territory and visitors were charged a fee to tour the prison and to check out books. One of the earliest electric generating plants in the western states furnished light and ventilation for the cell blocks.

But all was not perfect and by 1907, the prison was severely overcrowded. The convicts constructed a new facility in Florence and the last of them were transferred away from Yuma by September 1909.

From 1910-1914, the former prison buildings were occupied by the Yuma High School and after that, empty cells provided free lodging for hoboes and drifters who were riding the rails across the country. The Great Depression of the 1920’s saw the prison in use once more as homeless families took up residence, seeking shelter from the elements. Theft, along with fires, weather and railroad construction destroyed most of what was left of the place. Today, only the cells, the main gate and the tower ... and the ghosts.... remain.
Author Antonio Garcez, who wrote an article on the prison for Ghosts of the Prairie and featured it in his book on Arizona ghost stories, collected many stories of strange incidents and hauntings. Reported by park rangers and staff members at the historical site, the stories often spoke of the “dark cell”, the place of punishment for prisoners unable to follow the rules.

Linda Offeney, a ranger at the prison site, told Garcez about an incident when she sensed a presence in the cell that frightened her. She also told him of a photo that she had in her files that was taken of a female tourist in the 1930’s. While the woman in the photo does not appear out of the ordinary, there is a clear image of a ghostly man behind her and just inside the opening of a cell. This cell, which has since been walled up, was where insane prisoners were housed before being moved to other facilities.

She also told about a writer from the magazine Arizona Highways who came and wanted to do a story about the prison. The writer stated that she wanted to spend two days and nights in the “dark cell”, chained by the foot and with nothing but bread and water to eat and drink. The staff provided her with these things and then placed a heavy blanket over the cell door to keep out all of the sunlight, just as it would have been when the prison was in operation. The writer didn’t last for very long! Within hours, she was calling for help, claiming that “someone” else was in the cell with her!

While no records ever mention that a prisoner died while incarcerated in the “dark cell”, the prison reports do mention that at least two prisoners did leave the cell... only to be transferred immediately to an insane asylum in Phoenix. Could the presence be one of these prisoners, still lingering behind?
In addition to the prison itself being haunted, the offices and museum have also seen their share of strange happenings. Things are often moved about, lights turn on and off and on one occasion, coins from the cash register in the gift shop literally flew into the air and landed back in the drawer!
Some believe that the spirits of prisoners past remain here, perhaps trapped within the walls of the prison itself. For some men, whether it was a humane facility or not, being chained up and jailed was a fate worse than death. Are they now reliving it for all eternity?

Setup and Excerpt from Comes An Outlaw  - Keta Diablo
Coy Santos confronts the Torres brothers about theft of his cattle.
Benito and Domingo walked down the steps with Mutton Chop close on their heels. A black sombrero with silver trim sat atop Benito's head. A black twill jacket topped a pair of brown vaquero pants and knee-high black boots. The only color in the man's attire was a bright red patterned shirt, partially hidden by the ammo belt crisscrossed over his torso. Like his brother, Domingo wore dark vaquero pants and high black boots. He pulled the white straw hat from his head and tipped it in Coy's direction, his pockmarked face revealing a toothy smile that crinkled his dark, beady eyes. A gold and red striped poncho covered his shoulders and chest but didn't hide the pistol with an ivory handle at his right hip.

Benito spoke first. "Ah, amigo, been so long since we see you, we think you dead."

"Not hardly."

Digger hadn't appeared and that bothered Coy, but he didn't dare take his eyes off the threesome.

Domingo struck a match and lit the cigar hanging off this bottom lip. "To what do we owe this honor, gringo?"

He stiffened his legs and rose in the saddle, peering over their heads toward the corral. "Unless something is wrong with my eyesight, you got Santos cattle penned up over there."

Mutton Chop let loose a throaty guffaw. "Maybe you need glasses."

Coy patted the rifle lying across his lap. "Maybe you need a little buckshot in your leg."

"Ha, now that's funny! Guess you can't count." He glanced from Benito to Domingo. "There's three of us and only one of you."

Benito elbowed him. "Shut up, knucklehead."

"Found 'em grazing on our land." A circle of smoke swirled around Domingo's long, black hair. “Round here possession is nine-tenths of the law."

"Not when they're wearing the Ranchero Santos' brand." His calm, lethal voice drifted on the air between them. "You, Mutton Chop, go open that padlock while I keep your sidekicks entertained."

"Stay where you are." Domingo spit into the dirt near his boot and then looked at Coy with a mutinous glare, his fingers inching toward his pistol. "As my friend says, gringo, there are three of us and only one of you."

Coy raised the rifle and aimed at Domingo's chest. "Yeah, guess I am a little outnumbered, but won't make any difference to you or your brother. Two seconds after you draw your guns, you'll both be dead."

Benito's eyes glinted beneath the harsh sun. "You think you can take us both?"

"I know I can. The question is…do you want to take that chance?"

Coy heard a rifle cock near the house, and next, a familiar voice near the corral. "Drop that rifle, Mister or I'll blow your head off."

Grange? What the hell is he doing here?

Standing behind Benito, Domingo and Mutton Chop, the boy walked forward with Fetch. Shoulders low, rump high, the dog crawled through the dirt, his long white fangs flashing feral. Rifle resting against his shoulder, Grange focused on someone on the roof. "Do it, Mister!"

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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Thursday Thirteen: 13 Creepy Facts! By Jeanne St. James

In honor of Halloween, I’m blogging about thirteen creeeeeeeeepy facts you may not have ever heart of. Here we go...

Thirteen Creepy Facts!

1. Spiders cannot chew! They insert their poison into their victim’s body until it melts off and then they suck it. YUCK!

2. Most lipsticks contain fish scales! Pucker up! Link:

3.  The FBI estimates that 35 to 50 serial killers exist at any given time. Don’t turn around!

4. In 1920´s a doll maker wanted to make her dolls look as realistic as possible, she would cut off hair of her elementary students and even skinned off some of her own daughters skin for one particular doll.

5. You have several hundred millions bacteria living inside you and OVER 7 Billion in your mouth.

6. In the United States, it is twice more likely that you will be killed by a vending machine than by a shark. The statistical risk of fatal shark attacks on the average American is 1 in 250 million, whereas the odds of you meeting your demise at the hand of a snack dispenser is 1 in 112 million. Moral of the story is stop snacking!

7. A human head remains conscious for 15- 20 seconds after being decapitated.

8.  The skin around the finger and toenails dries and contracts after death, making it look as though they have grown.

9. Many old portraits from the late 1800s are photos of dead people.

10. There is a brain-eating amoeba, Naegleria fowleri, and you can contract it from swimming or drinking water.

11. An octopus is flexible enough to enter your mouth, navigate your digestive system and leave through your anus! Stop tickling me!

12. You have tiny maggot-like beings in your eyelashes that feed off your skins naturals juices. It’s worse if you wear mascara! (I don’t!)

13. If you’re attacked by a bear it won’t try to kill you like other predators would, it’ll just start eating.

Let me know if any of these creeped you out! Or what’s the creepiest fact YOU know?

About Jeanne St. James:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

COVER REVEAL: Toxic by Logan Chase

Logan Chase
Publication date: November 22nd 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Thriller
Till Death Do Us Part
Nathaniel Hayes is the type of man who takes what he wants without asking. Life hasn’t ever been a willing servant to his desires, but that’s soon to shift. When his latest scheme turns deadly, he is more than willing to push to the edge of his limits for wealth. Finally, the two things he has always wanted are within his grasp, but which will he choose? Love or Loyalty?
Jenna Webb is wedged into a life of pretentious f*cks, who are more concerned with the appearance of being somebody rather than doing it… She’s exhausted from over-the-top dinner parties, materialistic suitors and hypocrisy at its finest. The last thing she wants in her life is another pompous alpha male pretending to be someone he isn’t. When offered a chance to live fully alive, will she take it? Will it be worth the cost?
True freedom isn’t always what it’s chalked up to be. Especially not when vows are involved…
This is a full-length, standalone bad boy crime novel. Buyer beware for naughty language, naughty sexual acts and very, very naughty boys.


Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Blog Tour: The Power of Mortals by Morgan Straughan Comnick

Spirit Vision 3: The Power of Mortals
by Morgan Straughan Comnick

Genre: Paranormal Romance
"You are the beacon of the Lord’s two worlds, but how can you protect them when you have lost your shining light?
When Stary Moon, the Spirit Warrior, awakes on the lunchroom floor of her school, battered and bloodied, she cannot recollect how she came to such a state.
Stary ignores the concerns of her best friends, Chloe, Rin, and Lauren, and continues to go on with her life, but no matter how normal her days and Spirit Warrior duties are, she feels a lingering sorrow like someone is missing from her life. Her friends discover some shocking truths about Stary and realize they’re the only ones who remembers Umbra—Stary’s boyfriend who has mysteriously gone missing. Stary’s universe crashes around her and the fate of the world rests on her shoulders. Her objective is clear, but when she leaves on this mission, there is no turning back, and she will lose one of her worlds—the mortal world of her family and friends, or the spiritual world of her duty and missing someone, for good. Still, Stary has a point to prove to this dark presence that is threatening to consume the planet: there is power from those one least expects, and Stary is prepared to risk everything on this claim."

Author Bio
Educator of young minds by day, super nerdy savior of justice and cute things by night, Morgan Straughan Comnick has a love for turning the normal into something special without losing its essence. Morgan draws from real life experiences and her ongoing imagination to spark her writing. In her spare time, she enjoys doing goofy voices, traveling to new worlds by turning pages, humming child-like songs, and forcing people to smile with her "bubbliness." It is Morgan's mission in life to spread the amazement of otaku/Japanese culture to the world and to stop bullying; she knows everyone shines brightly.
To learn more visit at the following:
Twitter: @MorganSComnick
Youtube Channel: Sakurastar07

Book Excerpt:
I felt like I needed reassurance.
            I clicked the volume up on our remote controlled door ringer so I could hear customers if they came in.  I ventured to the back of the massive building, the walls slowly going from drywall to brick and then hard concrete.  It was like I was stepping through time, the walls welcoming me to the past and yearning to tell me of their adventures as observers. When I made it to the back room, the vintage room, I was surrounded with colorful garments from the 1940’s to 1980’s, organized on racks by categories with my mom’s bright and adorable handmade signs. This popular section was my mom’s pride and joy, showing off the eras that helped raise her and inspire her loving, creative soul.  Shoppers found it charming, a rare, hidden gem, and they would get authentic, period pieces for costume parties.  
            There was, however, one other reason this room was a sweet retreat and bitter entrapment.
            That is why I was here at this moment.
            Sure enough, I was not disappointed at the insanity they saw. I saw the flash of fabric at the corner of my vision despite the fact I had been staring at the floor to mentally brace myself. At turtle speed, I lifted my head at the entryway to this part of the puzzle pieced together store that was my mom’s. There, I witnessed three dresses flying in a whirlwind circle that made me dizzy. A red and white checkered hoedown dress was ripped off the display wall from a sudden gale, swirling into the crazy above me, its poor, lacey underskirt frills flapping embarrassingly.   A green 80’s dress and blue bellbottoms joined the fray, this rainbow trapped in a spin cycle making my stomach clench.
            Wait for the wig…
            On cue, a rubber, black wig dolled up in a classy fashion was tossed into the air, the calling card for my so called troublemaker, one whose mischief needed to be managed.
            “Hello Natasha.”
            The wig stopped its trampoline routine, hovering three feet over from the robin-egg hued carpet.  The other wigs in the costume props bin vibrated, their metal clinking like the rattling of bones.  I heard something that sounded like an irritated grunt and a pouting whine, one that signaled me to continue.
            I plastered my calm, nurturing smile on my face, my voice becoming breathy, patient teacher mode kicking in, “Hi Natasha, I hope you’re doing good today.”  I pointed upward, grinning at the parade of dresses soaring through the air.  “I’m impressed with the show you did. I know it's lonely today, but in case we get any customers, we don’t want the clothes to get ruined. Do you think you could put them down for me, please Natasha?”
            There was a pause, the air heavy with her thoughts and the ectoplasma energy she was producing. A few long seconds rolled by, neither one of us backing down.
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Monday, October 24, 2016

Blog Tour: I Won't Say (I'm in Love) by Evee Lamb

Title: I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)
Author: Evee Lamb
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Erotica


After being stuck in a dead end relationship with her abusive ex-boyfriend, Zelda wants to say goodbye to relationships and say hello to no-strings sex. Preferably with a man who owns a lingerie collection larger than her own. So when Pytor Valentine pings into her inbox after Zelda decides to navigate the world of online dating, Zelda thinks she’s found the perfect man. He’s everything should could as for: handsome, well-read, owns an extensive collection of lingerie, and is looking for unattached sex.
But after seeing Pytor wrapped up in silk, all of his hard muscles and sharp curves trimmed with lace, Zelda isn’t sure one night of white hot passion is enough. But with Derek muscling his way back into her life and Pytor not looking for a relationship, Zelda doesn’t know if she’ll ever get more than sex.
If Zelda wants to survive with her heart in tack, she can’t fall in love. Too bad she’s pretty sure she already is.

Author Bio
Evee Lamb lives in Columbus, Ohio with her two cats Mo and Cheedo. She publishes male x male romance under the pen name Evelyn Shepherd. Between writing and working as a graphic designer, she spends her free time expanding her library and traveling.
Book Excerpt
Zelda snatched the tequila bottle from Antonia and took a quick pull. The liquor burned down her esophagus. Usually she wouldn’t be drinking. But then again, it wasn’t every night that she was dumped by her boyfriend of three years. She eyed the amber liquid in the bottle and took another swig. Technically, Derek had dumped her a few days ago, but the pain hadn’t lessened any since Monday. She passed the bottle back to Antonia. The lingering fire in her gut made her wince.
“Fuck him.”
“You’re right,” Zelda retorted. “Fuck him. I don’t need him—or any man!”
Antonia paused, her hand stretched out for the bottle. “Any man?”
“Damn straight!”
Antonia wrapped her manicured fingers around the neck of the bottle. “What about sex?”
“Who needs sex? It wasn’t like we were having it in the end, anyhow.” Zelda’s stomach rolled. By the end, she’d barely even been seeing Derek. She reached for the bottle, but Antonia hugged it close. Zelda shot her a glare and waved her hand. “Hand it over.”
Antonia took a drink and passed it back. Zelda tipped the bottle, made a noise, and shook her head as if that would help ease the tequila down. She caught sight of herself in the mirror hung on the dining-room wall. Her already rouged cheeks were flushed even more from the alcohol.
“So, wait. You weren’t having sex? Like any?”
Zelda clutched the bottle. Antonia gawked at her. Zelda saw the disbelief in her eyes, watched her mouth fall open. Zelda bit her bottom lip, wishing she could snatch back the words. They were out there, though, and from the look in Antonia’s eyes, she wasn’t going to let it go.
“Yeah, like any.” Zelda chased the confession down with another drink.
“For how long?”
Good question. She scrunched her eyebrows together. Zelda eased the bottle from her lips. How long? Long enough for Zelda to establish a much deeper relationship with her vibrator. She shrugged. “Six months, I guess?”
“You guess? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt! How did you not leave him?” Antonia reached for the bottle. Zelda let her take it.
A black cat jumped onto the table and sat down. Zelda picked him up and deposited him into her lap. “No, Tolstoy.”
Tolstoy wriggled out of her grip and leaped back onto the floor, his tail up and twitching. Zelda watched him go, her alcohol-filled stomach sinking to the floor. Why hadn’t she left Derek? It’d been evident before they’d stopped having sex that things were going downhill. His temper had grown shorter. He had become petty and jealous. And he was never there for her. He was always busy. How many times had he worked late? The precinct couldn’t need him that much.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” Zelda choked out. She covered her face with her hands, trying to stave off tears. “Christ, I wasted half a year trying to salvage something that was already gone!”
“You aren’t an idiot.”

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Sunday, October 23, 2016

Sneak Peek Sunday: Rip Cord: The Weekend by Jeanne St. James (18+ only)

The Reunion & The Weekend
Rip Cord trilogy, book 1 & 2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, LGBTQ
Loose Id, LLC


“Put your arms around me.”
Gil slid his arms around Rip’s waist. His hands splayed along the other man’s broad back. He could feel Rip’s muscles shifting under the thin black T-shirt.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Gil closed his eyes and waited. It felt like it had been forever since he’d kissed Rip last. In reality, it had only been a couple of weeks. But it had been way too long.
He had wanted this man for as long as he could remember. And now that he’d had a taste of him, he couldn’t get enough.
“Open your eyes.”
What? No! That was way too awkward. But as he opened his eyes anyway, Rip took his lips. He just took them, making them his once again. Gil’s mouth opened with a sigh, and Rip took advantage of it, exploring the inside of his mouth, running his tongue over his teeth, tangling their tongues together.
A slight tremor started in Gil’s arms and legs and moved throughout his body. His balls tightened, and his cock responded to the other man’s attention. Rip captured his jaw in his hand and held Gil right where he wanted him.
Long, strong fingers rubbed Gil where his jeans stretched. Gil wasn’t the only one with a raging hard-on. Rip moved his hand around to Gil’s ass, pulling him tight against him. Rip’s hard cock thrust against his. With both of them wearing jeans, Gil moaned impatiently into Rip’s mouth. He needed less of a barrier between them.
Gil’s cock throbbed, and if Rip didn’t stop thrusting against him, he was soon going to have an accident in his jeans. Gil tried to think of other things to keep his control, but he couldn’t. Rip’s tongue continued to assault him, kissing him deeper, harder. And it was difficult to think of anything but that.
Finally, Rip pulled back enough to say, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Yes. Oh yes.
“But first…”
First? No! Gil wanted it now!
Rip grabbed his arm and steered him back into the cabin. He pointed to the master bedroom, saying, “Go in. I’ll be right there.”
Gil concentrated on carefully putting one foot in front of the other instead of skipping all the way to the bedroom.
The room had a king bed with solid wood posts. Gil looked for notches on the bed. He laughed at himself. As if someone would actually notch a bedpost to keep track of their sexual conquests. Even so, Gil wanted to be the only notch.
Rip followed him in carrying the saddle bags. He opened one of the flaps and dumped the contents onto the bed.
Gil’s eyes widened a little as he stared at what was now spread over the bed. It certainly wasn’t any clothes.
Soft-looking rope, thick metal eyebolts, a blindfold, a large box of condoms, a bottle of Astroglide, a large butt plug, nipple clamps, a vibrator.
Gil swallowed and looked at Rip in surprise.
“Why are you still dressed?”
Gil’s Adam’s apple worked up and down a few times before he asked, “You didn’t bring any clothes?”
“I keep clothes here.”
“Um…” Gil looked at the BDSM items on the bed, then gave Rip the side eye. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone away with Rip on such a spur of the moment. He had no way to leave if he wanted to. He wasn’t so sure of these…toys.

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Book #3: Rip Cord: The Ever After releases on 11/15

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
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Friday, October 21, 2016

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