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When Vicktor graciously invited me onto his blog, he said he enjoyed seeing missing scenes. I thought ‘wow, what a great idea.’ While this scene would have been at the end of the novella, it really has no spoilers unless you consider a happy ever after ending a spoiler. I had fun writing this. For a bit of context, If Two of Them Are Dead is a steampunk-mystery. Victor Van Voorhis is a detective and Abraham Westbrook is the brother-in-law of the murder victim.

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As the maid shut the door behind Victor, Justin rolled forward. His mechanical arms extended and Victor deposited his hat and jacket with the steam-driven butler.
“Thank you, Justin.” If Abraham could talk to his invention, so could Victor. He turned to the maid. “Mr. Westbrook is expecting me.”
“Yes sir. I'll take you to him.”
She led him through the palatial home and onto the back porch. It would have been quicker if he had just walked around the house. Outside, Abraham lounged in a chair, looking out over his vast yard. His sons played badminton, hurling taunts at each other as brothers did. Vivian ran along the tree line chasing Cerberus, the mechanical dog Abraham had invented for Harrison. Vivian was Abraham's wild child.
She spotted him before her father did. With a whoop, she bolted across the yard, making a bee line for Victor. Abraham glanced up, his hair flopping into his eyes. He shoved it back, smiling at Victor.  The maid took her leave and Miss Wedderburn, the children's governess acknowledged Victor with a nod before turning her gaze back out to where her charges still played.

“Detective Van Voorhis!” Vivian flew up the porch steps and threw her arms around Victor's legs. She crushed herself to him.  “You came!”
“I promised you he would.” Her father laughed, getting up.
Victor ruffled Vivian's hair. “It's nice to see you again, Vivian.”
“Let the man go now, Viv and go play,” Abraham said, and she pouted at him. Nevertheless, she did let go and stomped down the steps. “Sorry about that.”
“I don’t mind.”
“She’s informed me she’s marrying you.” Abraham beamed. “She will not hear a word against it.”
Victor blushed. “Oh dear.”
“You’re her Prince Charming, sir,” Miss Wedderburn said, getting to her feet. “You did save her after all.”
“You did at that.” Abraham’s eyes grew solemn at the memory of that night. “Miss Wedderburn, why don’t you take them over to my brother’s now?”
“Of course, sir. I was just about to round them up.”
Abraham said goodbye to his children, but he and Victor only managed to escape to his workshop once he promised the children they could go for a ride next time. He led Victor to the workshop. The roof was open, and the brilliant gold and red balloon of his private airship stuck up through the hanger doors.
“I don’t mind if the children come, you know,” Victor said as Abraham handed him a flight cap and goggles.
“Yes, but I have plans for you that are inappropriate for children.” Abraham pulled Victor into a kiss.
“Mmmm, I like this plan.”
“I knew you would.”
They boarded the ship and set off for their planned cruise down the Hudson. Victor never felt freer than when he was in the air. Abraham took that freedom to a new level. Soaring above the ground, their cares and concerns could slip away if only for a little while.



Thanks again to Vicktor for having me over.


Excerpt– If Two of Them Are Dead
Unsurprisingly, wealthy men like Abraham Westbrook thought they were in charge of everything. Victor had expected it, but that didn’t make it any less aggravating when Abraham insisted on meeting his brother at the airstrip. When Victor couldn’t dissuade him, he allowed Westbrook to accompany him in his police-issued horseless carriage to the small strip out on the edge of town, where it wouldn’t bother the well-heeled Hyde Park residents.
From the red, black, and yellow bladder on the airship, Victor knew it was from the Dunn line. There probably wasn’t an airship he couldn’t name after a quick glance. A frisson of grief over his injury-ended career as an airman peeked out of a dark corner of Victor’s mind as it so often did whenever he was at an airstrip. Next to him, Abraham shifted his weight back and forth as they waited for the Dunn ship to dock.
“You don’t have to be here, sir. If you need time to yourself after what’s happened, you could wait in the station.” Victor pointed back over his shoulder at the small but well-appointed building. “Or the automobile.”
Abraham offered a weary smile. “Thank you for the concern, Detective. I need to be here for my brother.”
Victor nodded. He doubted he would be any different. In retrospect, it might be good Abraham had insisted on coming, because Victor didn’t know what Benjamin looked like. He followed Abraham’s lead once the passengers began to disembark. He probably could have picked Benjamin Westbrook out of the crowd based on the stiffness of his posture and the anguish etched into his face.
Benjamin Westbrook was quite different from his brother. He wore a suit—that probably cost half-a-year’s pay for Victor—impeccable in every sense and traditional, stolid deep blue with a white shirt. While Abraham’s hair was longer than was usual and a deep brown, Benjamin’s hair might even be more conservative than Victor’s, a more muddy and unattractive shade of brown. He lacked his brother’s tall, lanky form. Victor knew he had nothing to base it on, but Benjamin’s face didn’t look like he smiled often.
Abraham briefly embraced his brother, and Victor overheard his mumbled “I’m sorry, Ben.”
Benjamin caught his brother’s wrist. “Is it true? Is Permelia dead? What are they doing about it?”
“It’s true. I truly am sorry, Ben.” Abraham beckoned Victor forward. “This is Detective Victor Van Voorhis. He’s going to get to the bottom of this for us, and he has some questions for you.”
Victor certainly hoped Abraham was right. Benjamin looked less convinced. His pinched face was as cold as Abraham’s had been warm.



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One of my FAVE-O-RITE people stopped by to take over The Purple Fantasy Den and...

-gets shoved-

Okay... calm down, Tempe! I want to introduce you first.

And I am very excited to introduce her. She's got this great.... -muffled speaking, shoves away hand and glares-

Fine! Do you want me to just leave and let you do your promo?


-huffs and stomps off, and grunts when he is kicked in the ass and shoved out the door-



Bound by Desire
by Tempeste O’Riley
Desires Entwined series #1.75
M/M Erotic Contemporary BDSM Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: May 30th 2014 (ebook)
Length: Short

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Part of the Desires Entwined series – Ideally read between Designs of Desire and Desires’ Guardian.

Despite his past abuse, James has come to terms with his relationship with his Dom and lover Seth. Seth treats James with all the trust and love his sub desires. There is only one thing left to do to make it all complete: Seth needs to put a collar on James.


About the Author:


Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud omnisexual / bi-woman whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what she couldn’t–defy the hate and come out. He has been her hero ever since.


Tempe is a hopeless romantic that loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.


Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, Rainbow Romance Writers, and WisRWA. Learn more about Tempeste and her writing at http://tempesteoriley.com.



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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Jennifer will be awarding a $25 Amazon Gift Card, plus a signed print copy of GODS OF LOVE (1-3) and a set of the GODS OF LOVE cover postcards to a randomly drawn winner via the rafflecopter at the end of this post, during the tour (International Giveaway).

Phthonos, god of envy and jealousy, has been given a second chance at life and love in the mortal realm. He is desperate to make up for the mistakes of his past. But is Thon more demon than god? And if the demon Envy wins out, how will this lonely god ever find room in his heart for love?
Olivia is an ordinary woman living an ordered life, but at thirty-two true romance appears to have eluded her. Everywhere she looks people are in relationships or falling in love, but her career as an administrator and her charity work are enough to keep the demon of envy at bay.
Or so she thinks…until the moment he turns up on her doorstep with a demand that rips her life and her heart wide open and leaves her at risk of eternal torment.
DEMON OF ENVY is the fifth novella in the GODS OF LOVE series, but each story is designed as a stand-alone with the Greek gods of desire as a common theme. The series can be read in any order.

Now enjoy an excerpt:
The need to engulf her with everything raging inside flooded over him with such force he went super-still. Get it under control. The darkness was too all-consuming, and she couldn't withstand him if he lost it. She was so delicate and easy to break, despite that elusive core of inner strength, and he had to remember at all times to hold himself back.

She was human. She was fragile. And she was about to become his if he could only control his demon long enough to keep her safe.

He shucked off his T-shirt and threw it to one side, before moving forward to take over from her fumbling fingers. "With pleasure." Remember. Do it slowly. He managed to release two more of the tiny buttons before a waft of her perfume teased his nostrils. It was a musky scent that reminded him of hot nights and seductive need, so long-forgotten that its sudden effect on his senses blasted his self-control to pieces. With a groan that rattled his throat on the way out he grabbed the two sides of her blouse and yanked them apart, the remaining three buttons flying off in all directions with a ripping pop, pop, pop.

"Oh!" Her gorgeous mouth formed into a round of surprise. He clutched at her wrists before she could cover her breasts, then released them slowly when he felt her peak of embarrassment begin to subside.

"No! Don't ever cover yourself when you are with me. I must look at you." She was solidly proportioned, with more flesh than was the current fashion, judging by what he'd seen in his brief time back here. But he liked it better when there was something substantial to hold onto.

His fingers trembled as he traced around first one large globe then the other. Her skin was so white he could see the blue network of veins peeking through from beneath. Her life force, so close to the surface. So tantalizing.

Copyright 2014 Jennifer Lynne
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Jennifer Lynne lives in Melbourne, Australia, and writes short contemporary erotic romance, mostly with paranormal/fantasy elements. When she’s not writing what her family and friends call “porn for chicks” and what she prefers to call “super-hot romance for intelligent readers”, she is working in the admin day job, running around after two teenage daughters and trying to find time for her lovely new husband.
Jennifer is published with Red Sage and Breathless Press. Over the past two years she has also embarked on an indie journey with the publication of her GODS OF LOVE romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of sexual healing.
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[image error][image error]Alex is a ditzy but adorable final-year medical student, whose sex life seems doomed to fantasies about Hollywood hunks and abuse and misuse of the mirror in his bedroom. Then along comes blond and blue-eyed Will, all sinewy muscles, a gorgeous face and a top orthopaedic surgeon to boot, but equally hopeless when it comes to love. Their first encounter in his clinic is almost ruined by an embarrassing incident with a pair of disposable briefs, but mutual attraction prevails and brings them together.



When ghosts from Will's past threaten their future together and all looks lost, Alex devises a plan to save Will’s reputation.



But will love be enough to save the day and win Alex the man of his dreams? Or will he be doomed to eating his favorite apple crumble all alone-–with lashings of crème anglaise, of course.

Now enjoy an excerpt:



Empty chairs, no one at home apart from a grumpy-looking receptionist. “I’m a medical student. I’m looking for Mr Jackson’s clinic. I’m afraid I’m late,” he said in a sweaty, breathless, hyper/hypoglycaemic, verbal diarrhoeal explosion. She turned from her dirty, crumb-spattered NHS keyboard at a speed barely compatible with life and pointed a bony finger that could have belonged to ET. He looked in the direction of her home constellation and saw a consulting room door. One door of many, impossible to tell them apart, just like stars. Except this door said ‘Mr Jackson, Consultant Surgeon’. But the sign was at an angle with ‘Mr’ drooping about an inch lower than ‘Surgeon’, which was disconcerting. It was as if a mister was a lower life form than a surgeon – which is true, of course – but then, surgeons also insist on calling themselves ‘Mr’ rather than ‘Dr’, which was even more confusing given that doctors are universally known to be supreme beings, just below the Daleks. And that meant surgeons were on a par with Daleks, which was just plain ridiculous.



Alex reached up to adjust the sign (the least he could do, he thought, given his tardiness) but it was attached with something blue and sticky which had picked up its fair share of staph aureus-strewn fingerprints over the years. He heard a “Tut” from behind. He looked around and saw the receptionist shaking her head very, very slowly, as if wanting to make a point without her wretched cranium falling off her scrawny neck. “Sorry,” he said, leaving the drooping sign, adjusting his tie and generally checking that he was ready to cross the threshold to the delights/horrors that lay in the room ahead.



Alex knocked timidly on the door. Not a super-confident ‘da-da-de-dah’ but a pathetic ‘de-de’ that’s barely worth putting down on paper. He felt his right testicle rubbing itchily against his thigh. He didn’t have time to perform a rearrangement as a deep and commanding “Come in!” emanated from the inner sanctum. He opened the door and his first sight was of three female students on the left, sitting demurely on blue plastic chairs, pens poised in their hands like wands above steaming cauldrons. Directly opposite the door, and a scant six feet away, was Mr Jackson, sitting on the edge of his desk. The door remained open behind him and he felt a shiver of air on his left testicle and his thighs go all a-wobble.



Oh. My. God. He’s drop dead gorgeous. Imagine Brad Pitt and Hugh Jackman rolled into one. No, not rolling together (although that would be AMAZING) but genetically merged into a superbeing, a wankfest, a man beyond all men…well, you get the drift. But there’s more: blue eyes you could drown in, blond hair falling effortlessly to wide shoulders, a trim, muscular torso and long, long legs. It’s amazing what a good suit does for a man. And then there was the crotch…



The evaluation took milliseconds but he wanted it to be a lifetime.



“Mr Stevens, I presume?” inquired the demigod, addressing the mere mortal. “How nice of you to give us the pleasure of your company. Perhaps you stopped off somewhere for an extended lunch?”



Alex couldn’t be certain that his jaw actually dropped, but it certainly felt as if his mouth was searching for his voice on the floor. He felt as if Mr Jackson’s x-ray vision was dissecting him into his ever-so-slightly queenie parts and an end-of-bed diagnosis was imminent. That crumble was SUCH a mistake. “We seem to be away with the fairies, Mr Stevens,” Mr J added sarcastically.



But nota bene the Pluralis Majestatis. And the mention of fairies.



The trio of oh-too-perfect Hermiones, perched on their plastic chairs, giggled. It might have been a trick of the light but Alex was sure there was a hint of a smile in the corner of the demigod’s mouth. And those wonderful, sexy, luscious, subtly pouting, kissable lips…



Fimble, fumble, mimble, mumble. A strangulated stutter emerged: “S-s-sorry, M-M-Mr J-J-Jackson. I went to the wrong clinic. I’m v-v-very s-s-sorry.”



Richard Longfellow resides in London, Great Britain and works as a doctor. He’s tall, dark and handsome, and currently unattached. When he’s not tending to his patients, he enjoys stroking his two cats, movies with happy endings and opening the very best champagne, although not necessarily in that order. His favourite male movie stars include Brad Pitt and Hugh Jackman. ‘The Surgeon’s Apprentice’ is his first novella of quintessentially British, gay erotica.



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Welcome to everyone who is here following the HAHAT blog hop! I am so happy that you have found The Purple Fantasy Den. Please pull up a pillow or a seat. This isn't going to be a long post, or at least I don't plan it to be. We'll see what happens.

This year I was very honored to be on the "Writing Diversity" panel at the first annual RainbowCon conference in Tampa, Florida. It's a conference that celebrates gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, intersex, genderqueer, and questioning members/writers/readers/bloggers/reviewers of our community. As not only a writer but a member of the community, as a transgender/homosexual man I was more than happy to share my views on not only writing diverse characters but why there weren't more of them.

I'm not just talking about gay, black men, though they were seriously lacking in romance books a while ago, but transgender characters, bisexual characters, intersex, genderqueer, genderfluid, and even questioning members of our community. Is it because these members aren't still accepted in our community or is it because they are still such a small number?

I don't think it's either one of these things. Just as with transgender members, and minority (African-American, Latino, Asian, etc.) members of this community, for so long the stigma and the danger to come out, to be seen was so prevalent, so strong as to be almost choking on us that for the writing community the fear of writing these characters and getting it wrong was daunting. So, many authors did not do it. And this was not just authors in romance but in fiction, screenplays, and on television. Growing up I thought homosexuality was something that only "afflicted" white men and that "he-shes" or what I now know to be transgenders or crossdressers were only white people as well. But that is a lie as well. We are born this way. Homosexuality is as diverse as the human race. Transgenderism, bisexuality, lesbianism, the whole gamut of the rainbow spectrum cares not for your heritage or your genetic makeup and that's what makes it so beautiful. It is just like love in that way. It's color blind. Embracing diversity and standing strong in the face of those who say that it only affects one nationality, one specific stereotype.

I encouraged those who were at the panel to talk to those people who represented the characters that they wanted to write about, because they wanted to be heard. And it's true. Just like the protesters at Stonewall who finally stood up against the police and said enough is enough, the different members of the QUILTBAG community are standing up today, voices crying out in the wilderness crying out to be heard. Begging to be written. Asking to be represented. Hoping that someone will join with them so that their cry will become a roar.

Living in Florida and being a transgender, gay man I experience homophobia and transphobia constantly. That paralyzing fear that someone will look at me and decide that my truth is cause for violence. Cause for murder or rape. Not just when I go out and hear the muttered "freaks" "fags" or even the incorrectly tagged "dykes" thrown at me from beneath people's breath as I walk by. But on a smaller scale, I get a different type of homophobia and transphobia in my own home when my own family refuses to accept my transition and calls me by my female name, still refers to me by feminine pronouns and consistently talks about how gays, lesbians, and bisexuals are disgusting and are going to hell and how transgenders have mental disorders and need "prayer" and counseling to be shown that they are wrong. It is the kind of phobia that uses religion to justify its bigotry, that uses Scripture to oppress and bully. This type of homophobia and transphobia is worse because while its leader preached love and acceptance, His followers preach hate, exclusion and segregation. These are things that members of the QUILTBAG community face daily from outside their home and some deal with this phobia from their own family, if we, members of the community, cannot embrace our own diversity, and celebrate it, learn what it is, express it, share it with each other, and with the world, then there is no way that we can educate the world and those who suffer from this homophobia and transphobia, those who hate and oppress, those who bully and beat and murder, that they are the true abominations.

We have the power to embrace diversity. To bring about true change. To hop against homophobia and transphobia and all the other "phobias" out there who say that how we are born is "wrong" and an abomination and let them know that it is beautiful. It is here to stay. And that we stand together and we stand strong against the bigots. Whether that is through writing these characters into books, promoting them on blogs, drawing them, painting them, putting them into movies, singing about them, or as Michael Sam has done, boldly coming coming out before the world and declaring that we are one of them, we have the power to one day make the need for this hop a nonissue.

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So tell me one way you can embrace diversity and stop homophobia and transphobia in your own life and you can win one book from my backlist. I will use Rafflecopter to choose a winner. And don't forget to follow the hop. Every blog out there is amazing and you should read them all if you have the chance and there are many chances to win!


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Available for pre-order from Totally Bound on Aug-15, 2014 it's Glorious Mistake, which is the sequel to The Perfect Mistake  and is book two in the Mistakes series.

You may commence drooling:



And here is the blurb:


Keith Williams has spent his life hiding from his true sexuality, but when he stops to help Estevian Tucker on the side of the road, he realizes that true love won’t let him run from this glorious mistake.

Keith Williams gets a phone call from his best friend, Russell Heter, about his decision to stay with Xavier, a much older, disgraced former mayor, in his cabin in Wyoming. Positive that Russell is making a mistake, Keith rushes off to rescue his friend from himself and his mistaken fantasy of being in love. However, when he sees a man on the side of the road, smoke billowing from his car, Keith pulls over and makes his own mistake.

Estevian Tucker’s life has gone from bad to worse. A single father of a developmentally delayed son, struggling to make ends meet, disowned and having just received even more, life-changing bad news, he escapes to Wyoming to visit his former mentor, Xavier Edmond. When Keith stops to help Estevian after his car finally dies completely, Estevian experiences an immediate and incredibly inconvenient attraction to the obviously straight stranger. He knows that taking a ride from temptation itself is a huge mistake, but it’s one he makes anyway.

Keith and Estevian are determined to not let their decision affect the future beyond the trip to Wyoming, not just for Estevian’s son EJ’s sake, but for their own as well. But when one mistake becomes another, they’ll discover that the truly glorious mistake was them falling for each other.

Hello all! As you all know I LURVE to pimp other authors (It's a type of pimping I can do without of fear of legal prosecution) and today I am pimping author: Andrew Jericho/A.K. Kinley. Mr. Andrew has come by to share his new release Something Beautiful from Siren Publishing. He is also giving away one free ebook copy of the book to one lucky person who comments. So make sure you comment below!

And now, I am turning over The Purple Fantasy Den to Andrew (try not to damage the Den, there Mr. Andrew and any sexy men you bring with you... leave them behind when you go-LOL):



[Ménage Amour: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, transgender hero, HEA]

Transman, Reed Collins and his partner, Levon Kruger, an openly gay drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, have been in a committed relationship for eight months. The couple is continuing to explore the love and passion that began in an online chat program a year ago. Recently, they further defined that commitment as a marriage.
While on their honeymoon, Avery Gaines walks into their lives in what he calls, “a chance meeting.” The couple is immediately attracted to the tall, dark-haired stranger, with deep green eyes. Reed is the first to admit his love for Avery, but Levon holds his emotions in check. Avery wants the trio to share love and a commitment, not readily understanding Levon’s reservations.
The romantic triangle goes through a period of conflict and turmoil, until Levon finally reveals a promise that he made to Reed, and how loving Avery would call into question the very foundation of the marriage he shares with his partner.

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance



Excerpts:

Story: 

Watching as Levon moved towards the front desk, Reed’s eyes became fixated on a sketch that stood alone in the corner. Unlike all of the other framed drawings, this one rested on a golden easel. Breathtaking. Smiling at his thought, Reed moved closer to the image of what looked like three pairs of hands intimately twined. There weren’t any faces, just arms that seemed to appear from the edges of the paper. Reed felt himself flush, when he realized that the three pairs of hands were masculine. Amazing detail. Such tenderness. Moving his hand towards the glass of the frame, Reed ran his fingers across the image.
“That sketch is one of my favorites. However, it’s not for sale.”
Hearing a smooth mellow voice next to his ear, Reed turned to stare into deep green eyes. Mesmerizing. Feeling himself blush again, he quickly looked back at the drawing, trying to rid his mind of the thought. Hating the fire he felt in his cheeks, Reed knew this time it wasn’t from the entwined hands.
The man standing behind him was at least as tall as Levon, maybe an inch or so taller. He had straight, dark brown hair, cut in a shag, which fell almost to his shoulders. A few bangs hung on his forehead, stopping right at the top of his eyebrows. The haircut perfectly framed the angles of his face. To add to the effect, he was wearing a pair of black slacks with a forest-green dress shirt. The combination only further highlighted those mesmerizing eyes. Feeling a twinge of guilt for the romantic attraction he felt, Reed was thankful when Levon returned from the front desk, draping an arm around his waist.
“Is this man bothering you?” Levon asked, as Reed felt him hook a few fingers through the belt loops of his pants.
Before Reed had a chance to reply, the stranger spoke, looking at Levon, “I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself to your partner.”
“Husband,” Levon quickly spoke. “I’m assuming that you are Avery Gaines?”
Reed watched Levon decline the hand that was offered to him. Instead, Avery crossed his arms across his chest.
“Mr. Gaines, are you aware of who I am?” Levon asked, tightening his grip around Reed’s body.
“Yes, you’re Levon Kruger, drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, and this is your husband, Reed Collins. I have fairly eclectic tastes in the arts, and one of those is rock music. Besides, both of your faces have been plastered on a few tabloids in the last week or so with rumors that you have quit Hardcore.”
“Then you know that I’m a transman?” Reed cut in.
“I know you’re a very handsome gay male, if that’s what you mean?” Avery responded, as Reed caught his gaze once more. “Levon, you are quite lucky.”
“Quit flirting with my husband!” Levon spoke sharply.
“I know Reed belongs to you, and likewise. I see the love that you both share, and I’m not trying to come between that, nor would I ever. I was not flirting, merely stating a fact. Levon, if you weren’t so worried about establishing your relationship to your husband with me, then you would have noticed my eyes subtly expressing that fact about you as well.”
“Okay, stop it!” Reed cut in. “What’s wrong with you, Levon, and frankly you too, Avery? I’m assuming that I can call you that, Mr. Gaines, after this episode. My husband and I came here to thank you for buying our meal this morning, and to find out the reason.”
“To be quite honest, I am surprised that both of you are here. Whose idea was that?” Avery asked.
Reed stood quietly, watching as the artist looked directly at Levon’s face.
“The idea was mine,” Levon replied, staring at Reed instead.
“I see.”
“I like to be careful when it comes to who I have contact with, particularly now, since I am responsible for more than just myself.”
“I haven’t been completely truthful. While I didn’t know whether or not I would see the two of you again, I was hoping that I would. That’s why I left my card with the waitress. I bought your meal because it’s not every day that someone sees two men so openly in love, and outwardly expressing those same feelings. I think your husband has already figured out that I am gay, based on his interpretation of my sketch.”
“I didn’t make any type of interpretation.”
“Yes you did,” Avery replied. “I saw the expression in your eyes, and your fingertips tracing the image beneath the glass.”
“I told you to quite flirting with Reed! That’s the last time I will tell you! The next time my fist will make the point!”
“I don’t believe you really want to do that. My day job as a forensic and police sketch artist requires me to be acutely aware of the human body. As part of my training, I studied facial expressions, mannerisms, in additional to the anatomy and physiology of the human body. The body language from you speaks otherwise.”
“Oh really!” Levon said sarcastically, moving within an inch of Avery’s face.
Stepping between the pair, Reed realized that both men were oblivious to his presence, as he watched his husband’s gaze lock with Avery’s eyes.
“The other reason I paid for your breakfast was because I felt an instant attraction to both of you, not just Reed, as you so wrongly perceived. Now, before that statement is misconstrued into something cheap and ugly, I am not in the habit of paying for other men’s breakfast in the hopes of returning them to my studio for a quick seduction! In fact this is the first time I have done anything like this.”

Adult:

“Keep kissing him, sexy,” Avery spoke.
Avery finally released his legs from his forearms, wrapping them instead around his waist.
“I love you, too, Avery,” Reed finally replied.
“Sweetness, I love you…damn, how I love you.” Avery groaned. “I’m all the way inside you, sweetheart.”
Reed released Levon’s mouth. For just a moment, he lost himself in the touch of the man with the mesmerizing green eyes. His hands tangled in Avery’s hair as their lips moved in sweet passion against each other’s mouth. Next Reed’s hands began to explore the artists’ back, moving quickly to his buttocks. He was matching each of Avery’s gentle trusts with rocking movements of his own.
“Don’t make me come inside you, Reed,” Avery said. “I’ve still got to bond with Levon.”
Reed protested when Avery withdrew his dick. The artist now had his husband beneath his body, as Reed saw the passion unfolding between the pair.
“Hi,” Avery whispered sensually against Levon’s lips.
“Hi yourself, Gaines,” Levon replied.
Reed was so close to release. His groin ached and he felt his cock throbbing. Seeing Avery and Levon’s passionate kissing only fueled his fire.
“Suck your husband, Reed,” Avery said.
At Avery’s command, Reed’s mouth went flush with Levon’s body, as he took his husband’s entire length into his mouth.
“Reed, dammit! That’s how to suck a dick!”
“I love you, sexy, so much,” Avery murmured against Levon’s lips.
“Honey, I love you, too,” Levon replied.
Hearing their whispered words of love flooded Reed’s heart with a passion unlike any he had ever experienced before. Levon’s cock was filling his mouth full of pre-cum, as he used his tongue to slowly lick the shaft from its base upwards to his husband’s swollen cockhead.
“Do you want me inside you, sexy?” Avery asked.
Reed watched as the artist gently brushed strands of damp hair away from Levon’s face. When Levon nodded, Reed saw the artist reaching for the lube. As Avery gelled two of his fingers, he used his other hand to push Levon’s thighs wide open.
“Gaines, my god!” Levon groaned.
“So tight,” Avery murmured.
Reed had a front row seat to the erotic foreplay that Avery was giving his husband. With each stroke of the artist’s fingers into Levon’s anal opening, Reed watched the skin open and then grip the digits inside him. While Reed continued the blow job, he also slipped two of his own fingers next to Averys’ inside Levon’s body. The sensation caused his husband to moan and buck his body upwards. Just as soon, as his fingers had slipped inside Levon’s body, Reed felt Avery removing them.
“Kiss your husband, Reed. Let him know we love him…that we care about his pleasure, too.”
“Aww, shit, Gaines!”
Reed glanced down to see Avery’s lips moving slowly down his husband’s hard dick. Levon was groaning against his lips. Seeing and hearing his husband’s pleasure had Reed insane with desire.
“His tongue—”
Hearing Levon groan again, instead of finishing his sentence, Reed asked, “His tongue, what?”
“Gaines’s tongue feels so good inside my ass.”
“He’s more than ready now, too,” Avery said.
Lying next to Levon on the bed, Reed spoke softly into his husband’s ear, “I love you, metal man. Let Avery make love to you, too.”
Avery was now topping Levon’s body, pushing the drummer’s legs back.
“I do understand, sexy, why you held your heart from me.”
“I had to be sure, Gaines.”
“Are you sure now, baby boy?”
Reed heard Levon’s sensual moan in reply. Avery’s cock was slowly slipping inside his husband.
“Damn…you feel just as good as Reed!” Avery said.
Avery had secured Levon’s right arm above his head, as his other hand was gently cupping the drummer’s left hip.
“That’s it, sexy. Meet my thrusts. Make love to me, baby boy.”
Reed was kissing Levon’s neck, listening to the pleasurable sounds escaping his partner’s mouth. The sound burned desire through his body, as it made his release all the more urgent. Reed felt restless, almost desperate in a sense, to bond his heart to the commitment that the three of them were creating.
“Reed, get your strap-on,” Avery spoke tenderly. “We’re ready to make love as a ménage of love.”
Reed rolled away from Levon’s body and retrieved his strap-on from the nightstand. Securing the dildo, with a harness, around his waist, he cuddled close to the drummer’s body once more.
“Good boy,” Avery replied, staring sensually into Reed’s eyes. “I’ve thought a great deal about tonight, and how I would be able to join three bodies at the same time. One of us has to be double penetrated. That man is going to be you, Levon. Reed and I will be inside you. Three bodies kissing, caressing, their groins pressed so tight. Three hearts forever bonding.”
“Oh, Avery!” Reed murmured.
“That’s right, sweetness, just the three of us.”
Accepting the tube of slick from Avery’s hands, Reed applied the cool gel to the shaft of his dildo, rubbing the remainder in his palm against Levon’s opening. His eyes had not only seen Avery’s cock stretching Levon’s anal cavity, but now his fingers could feel the penetration. So damn erotic. Reed’s thoughts were quickly cycling from romantic, to sensual, and finally lingering in a world of eroticism, only to repeat the process.
Feeling Avery’s hard dick stretching his husband’s flesh caused Reed to linger a bit longer than he should. However, Avery said nothing, as Reed continued to rub his fingers erotically against the connection. Finding the artist’s sac, Reed caressed the swollen nuts.
“Reed, are you turned on by the fact that I’m inside your husband?”
“Yes, I can’t believe how much.”
“Neither can I,” Levon groaned. “Thrust, Avery, dammit!”
Reed watched as Avery slowly ground his hips against Levon’s pelvis. The drummer’s hands were clutching the artist’s buttocks.
“Babe, I want you inside me, too! We need this commitment with him.”
“Sweetness, you heard our bottom boy…put your dick in his ass.”








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Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of his books that explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.

Andrew’s writing proves that love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.

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Some of you may remember me mentioning the different charities that I'd planned on donating to this year with my royalties. Well, I've decided to let you all get involved.

I've really enjoyed the prompt challenge over at the Goodreads M/M Romance Group and this will be my third year participating (and the first year that I'll end up having two stories in the anthology!). It gave me an idea. And while my WIP list is already looooooong, this gives me a chance to give back not only to you, but to one of my favorite charities.

For the month of June I'm going to have a charity donation giveaway competition of sorts. What that means is that you, the readers (and maybe even some authors -shrugs- who knows?) are going to make pledges to donate to: St. Jude's Children's Hospital. The person who, by the end of the month, pledges to donate the most and forwards me your "confirmation of donation" email will be able to create their own "Vicktor Alexander" book.

This means that you and I will chat, and have extensive conversations as you give me the following details for your book:

Genres (paranormal, contemporary, historical, fantasy, science fiction, etc.)
Pairing (M/M, M/M/M, M/M/M/M+)
Main Character Names
Main Character Descriptions
Book Location
Major Conflict
Taboos: Yes or No (if yes, which one(s)? Remember there are some things that I absolutely will NOT write. If you win, we'll discuss it.)
HEA/HFN/Bittersweet Ending
Series: Yes or No (if yes, what's the series name and the overall arc? Is it a part of one of my already created series? If so, which one?)

And when the book is complete, submitted, and accepted at a publisher I will let you be the one to help me fill out the Cover Art Request form to help design the cover by finding the pictures online that closely resemble the main characters (I am not guaranteeing that those images will be used or that the cover you envision will be the one that I get, that is completely up to the publisher that ends up accepting the story, but, I'll do my best to get you a great cover!). You, the winner, will also be a character in the book-complete with dialogue and interaction with the main characters.

So, why am I telling you now? To prepare you and get you ready. Don't start pledging now. Pledging doesn't begin until June 1, 2014 12:00am EST , but you have almost an entire month to get your ideas together for your story, and prepare yourself to make your pledge.

To find out more about St. Jude's, as well as their donation page: GO HERE. DONATE.

And if you don't win? Fret not, I have decided to do this four times a year. Once every three months so that my donation to each of the four charities that I'm donating to each year will receive the extra exposure and the added donation. So if you don't win in June, I'll be running the competition again in August and October.

Are you guys excited? I am! Keep your eyes on The Purple Fantasy Den for the day the competition opens, because that's when I'll give all of the rules and directions in more detail.


-Vicktor Alexander

I'm going to the first annual RainbowCon in Tampa, Florida this year and I am on a few panels, I'm doing a signing, AND I'm doing a reading (THAT should be interesting).
So if you're going to be there and you want to stalk... er, see me, because I AM the original invisible gaylord ninja Dom and if your eyes aren't open you might just miss me, here are the panels/areas where I am scheduled:
Thursday:1:00pm( Salon A ) Heroes and Heroines with Disabilities - Do the heroes and heroines of fiction need to always be perfect? How can authors better represent the diversity of disability? Are readers accepting of the imperfect hero or heroine?
Anel Viz, Eli Easton, Nicole Dennis, Princess so, Vicktor Alexander, HOST: Rhys Ford
3:00pm( Salon C ) Writing Diversity - It's difficult to find diversity in race, religion, ability, and occupation in a lot of QUILTBAG fiction. Join our panelists to discuss what it takes to bring the brilliant variety of life into fictional worlds.
Carole Cummings, K-lee Klein, Skylar M. Cates, Stephen del Mar, Vicktor Alexander, HOST: David Berger
5:30 - 6:00pm( Salon A ) Author Question and Answer Sessions  - Have a question you've been dying to ask your favorite author? Why'd that character act that way? What was your inspiration for this story? When's that sequel coming out, anyway? Now's your chance to find out the answers! Beau Schemery, Jeff Adams, Stephen del Mar, Vicktor Alexander, Wade Kelly
Friday11:00am ( Salon C ) Fifty Shades of WTF? - There's good BDSM, there's bad BDSM, and then there are fifty shades of WTF?! This panel takes a look at BDSM in fiction. There will be pointers, examples and plenty of laughs for all!Amelia C. Gormley, Andrew Grey, Michael Murphy, Vicktor Alexander, VJ Summers, HOST: Gryvon
Authors Readings & Signings1:45pm ( Salon B ) Vicktor Alexander
4:00pm( Salon B ) Moving Past the G: LBTQ Fiction - So much attention often goes to the G in GLBTQ that the rest of the letters are forgotten! No more of that! This panel is all about appreciating the rest of the spectrum and encouraging authors to write more characters beyond the G!Allison Gassatta, Cody Stanford, Kathleen Tudor, Sally Bosco, Vicktor Alexander, HOST: Kelly Rand
Saturday
10:00am( Salon B ) Writing Trans* and Genderqueer Characters - There is a much ignored aspect of the QUILTBAG: trans* and genderqueer individuals. In writing, it's not so difficult to reach out and embrace all manner of character, and this panel discusses how to accurately and respectfully include trans* and genderqueer characters.Allison Cassatta, DC Juris, K. Piet, Kelly Rand, Sara York, HOST: Vicktor Alexander
2:00pm( Salon B ) Rooster and Pig Publisher Spotlight - Join Rooster and Pig for an hour all about them!Lor Rose, TN Tarrant, Vicktor Alexander

I am one of the participating blogs for the Rainbow Gold Reviews Scavenger Hunt.

Buried somewhere on one of the pages of this blog is the RGR button. It is up to you to find the images on all of the participating blogs and identify them on the RGR blog here:

http://rainbowgoldreviews.wordpress.com/

There are a lot of prizes being given away (I'm donating one book from my backlist or a free ebook copy of Dakota when it releases on April 11th) to one winner, so make sure you get involved!

The scavenger hunt starts at 2pm CST/3pm EST.


Happy hunting!!