Saturday, February 18, 2017

Release Day Blitz and Review – You Had Me at Hero by Michael P. Thomas

You Had Me at Hero by Michael P. Thomas
Title: You Had Me at Hero
Author: Michael P. Thomas
Genre: Gay Romance, Contemporary, Interracial
Length: Novella
Publisher: JMS Books


When seventeen-year-old Mark Potts fell from a balcony, he lost both the use of his legs and any faith in heroes. Now twenty-nine, he’s long-since come to terms with his injury. His job provides more opportunities for eye-rolling than for riding to anybody’s rescue, but with two kids to bring up, he barely has time for his husband, much less for heroics. Besides, Starr Bradford is a policeman — how many heroes does one family need?
Mark and Starr love each other madly, but stress management is a load-bearing pillar of their happiness. When Mark’s coping skills fail him at exactly the wrong moment, he’s left hanging by a thread of words he should’ve kept in his mouth. He has the power to repair their relationship, but when Starr’s workday suddenly goes south, will he get to wield it? Keeping it together long enough to find out is a job worthy of any superhero!
You Had Me at Hero by Michael P. Thomas

Review: 3.5 stars
A very sweet novella, told from Mark’s POV. I would have love to get a better insight into his husband, Starr, though the story is entertaining without it too. The chemistry between them is obvious throughout the book. While there isn’t much in the terms of plot, I loved the insights into the dispatch work and the mixed race marriages’ problems. I hope to see more of Mark and Starr in the future.  

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The 911 call center was tucked into a park in the middle of town. Mark and Starr lived in a neighborhood of post-World War II brick ranch houses east of the park, barely a five-minute drive at three in the morning. Even after being corralled by Coretta, Mark was out of his clothes, out of his chair, and into the bed by three-thirty, with his arms around his husband at three-thirty and about two seconds. Geeze but it felt good to cuddle up next to Starr. Any trace of a world that might exist outside their bed fizzled away as soon as they were in it together. Even if he tried, which he had long given up doing, he couldn’t focus on a worry, couldn’t retain the residue from even the most stressful call. With Starr in his arms, there was no room left for fear, no way to also hold on to doubt. With Starr in a patrol car and two sons careening through life in America while being black, these things were easy enough to find during the day, but in the quiet dark, Starr’s body throwing heat like rocks in a sauna, Mark’s defenses—which Starr assured him were more finely tuned than most people’s—melted away.
When Starr rolled over with the whoosh of a contented sigh to take Mark in his own arms, Mark knew he was safe. He knew he was loved. And when his hand followed a hunch along the ridge of Starr’s muscled belly, he knew he was desired. He took a great handful of Starr’s warm, heavy balls and watched a sleepy grin spread across his face.
This mumbled verification always made Mark laugh. As opposed to…? “No. It’s a jewel thief,” he said, gathering Starr’s balls and giving his sac a tug. “I just struck it rich.”
The grin grew and Starr rolled onto his back. “Take whatever you want, just please don’t hurt me.”
“We’ll see.”


Prize: $20 Amazon Gift Card

About the author

Michael P. Thomas is a flight attendant whose writing is continually inspired by his work with the flying public, who flatly refuse to be boring. The author of three novel-length gay romances and a number of romantic and erotic shorts, he writes gay fiction because when he was coming out he sure was glad to have it to read. After misspending his youth in San Francisco, he now lives in his native Colorado with his husband.
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Sunday, December 25, 2016

Sunday Excerpt

Funny how real life manages to interfere with my writing and my posting time. This Sunday Excerpt was supposed to happen weekly, but it has turned to bi-monthly or even less. Granted, the last 3 month were easier and now I'm finally, finally, getting my kitchen done, and my place is a mess. But what had threw me the most was a pregnancy and its loss. I was so tired during that those 9 weeks and I slept so much during that time, I barely had time to do anything else. Then I lost the baby and I was still tired and not feeling good. Needless to say, I didn't write during this time. But I will now, because I miss it and I need it back.

I'm not making plans for next year, but I will say this: I will succeed. I will write more, publish more and I will be one or several steps closer to the dream of being a full time writer. In the meanwhile, here is a short excerpt of my current WIP, Dom for hire (working title).

The handle felt heavy in Wes’s hand. Too heavy. He looked at the tool he had used countless of times before and not finding anything different about it. Yet, the handle was too hard, too uncomfortable to his palm. He watched his fingers tightening around it grip like he had never seen that before. And all the while, the grip remained too loose and unbalanced.
What was wrong with him? Connor, that was what it wrong with him.

The sub in front him fidgeted, reminding him how long he had been standing in silence. 

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Blog Tour and review - Jingle Spell by Chris Ethan

Synopsis Review: 5 Stars

A very sweet Christmas story. The chemistry between Davey and Avery is clear from the beginning, and I rooted for them the entire time. Davey has a bad relationship track record and nearly swears off men. Until he meets Avery. Freshly moved into town, Avery brings out the best in Davey and gives him back the hope in a lasting relationship. The story is written from Davey's point of view, but Avery's input, especially at certain times, would have made the book even more engrossing.
All through it, I had the feeling that the writing is very personal to the author, like he was putting on paper his own story.  

It’s the most horrible time of the year.
Smooches under mistletoes and tacky reindeer decorations.
Newly single, Davey has had enough of wasting his love and having his heart broken. Better to be single, he decides. No more dates. No more falling in love. No more dreaming of happy ever afters. Those are for movies.
He’s resolute.
And then Avery steps into his life, bringing care, compassion, and tenderness in his path.
Davey’s so tempted to hope again. But can an online date and a brief encounter turn into anything other than an ephemeral sexual encounter?
Is there a future for them? Will Avery stay? And most importantly, can Davey bear to offer up his heart to the season’s love—just one more time?

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Prize: A Christmas Hamper filled with goodies including a $5 Amazon gift card.

About the Author

Chris Ethan is a book whore. He enjoys selling his feelings for money and other pleasures and is blatantly unashamed to do so for as long as he breathes. Chris Ethan is also a persona for Rhys Christopher Ethan, author of fantasy and sci-fi. He uses Chris Ethan to share stories of adult queer romance with those who need it. Before you delve into his books however, be warned. He likes putting his characters through shitstorms and hates anything conventional. But then there’s that darned happy-ever-after. Also, he likes swearing. Deal with it!
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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Excerpt Sunday - Daring Adam (MMM) Taking Chances book 1

Darien brushed his fingers over Zephyr’s cheek before tangling it in the man’s hair and pulling him closer, bringing their mouths together. The incubus’s lips opened under his and their tongues touched. Zephyr moaned and sucked on the vampire’s tongue, asking for more, and Darien gave it to him. He tasted, nibbled, teased, until he had the incubus melt in his arms. Only then did he pull back.
“You’ve said something about a break?”
“Hmm. Yes.” The incubus jumped back and threw the towel he had tucked in his waistband back on the bar.
“Jules, I’m taking my ten,” Zephyr shot over his shoulder to the redhead that worked the other side of the bar, before skirting round the counter, grabbing the vampire’s hand, and dragging him to his office.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Darien had him pinned against the wall, their mouths locked together in a savage kiss. His hands flew to the incubus’s fly and had the buttons open in no time. He sneaked one in and rubbed the fat cock inside, groaning. Damn, the little sprite wasn’t wearing any underwear. The vampire brushed his lips over his lover’s throat and Zephyr’s head lolled backwards, eyes closed. 
Darien’s mouth found one of the incubus’s nipples and latched onto it, tongue teasing the ring attached to it. Zephyr moaned, and his hands tangled in the vampire’s hair, gently urging his head lower down his body. Heeding the silent request, Darien dropped to his knees. He latched his hands under the waistband of his lover’s pants and, with a powerful tug, had them around Zephyr’s ankles. They’d been intimate for so long, Darien knew exactly what his lover liked. He placed his hands on the incubus’s ass cheeks to keep him steady as he sank down onto the dick in front of him, taking it to the root in one swift motion. Zephyr’s hand tightened in the vampire’s hair and his back arched, trying to push his cock deeper in the wet heat enveloping it.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Sunday Excerpt

And oldie but a goodie: Perfect Timing

In spite of the carefree face he was showing the world, Valentin Alekseev felt bone tired. Cold and hurting, but above all tired. Too many nights out in the rain, each of them a year’s worth of pain and misery. The exhaustion, the blood loss, and the hunger had taken their toll on him and he was already running on fumes, his strength and will to live almost gone. He was still fleeing, still fighting for his life, but the moment when he would no longer care what happened to him was closing in.
So many towns and faces had passed before his eyes in the last few weeks, he’d lost track of them. They all mingled, becoming but a blur in his mind. None of them mattered anyway. Humans, all weak and fragile and oh-so-shallow, nothing more than a meal or a quick fuck, simply means to pass the long hours of eternity.
Once, he would have taken his time indulging in all the pleasures mankind had to offer. Vice, in all its sizes and shapes, was no stranger to him, and while his tastes leaned toward pretty boys with tight asses, in his three hundred years he learned to take pleasure everywhere.

Yuri Sergheev, his sire, had taught him well. He’d given him eternity. He showed him the beauty of the night and introduced him to the joy of the hunt. In the hands of Yuri, he had learned the ways of their world, how to conduct himself in order to survive, how to give pain and pleasure and how to revel in them. He’d been his sire, his mentor, his lifeline for so long. And now Yuri was gone and Valentin was alone, running for his life.

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Excerpt Sunday - Behind the Mask (Tangled Bonds book 2)

"I think we have a problem."
My stomach tightened to knots. My mind blanked. No. I couldn't do this.
"There's someone here to see you."
I didn't see that coming.
"There are two men downstairs."
"The police?"
Slowly, the fuzziness cleaned out, though the tiredness remained. I heard the hesitation in his voice, felt the tension in his body.
"I don't understand." I tried to drag myself to a sitting position. A thousand needles stabbed my flesh. My breath caught in my chest. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes.
"Easy. Take it easy."
"What's going on?"
"I told you, we have company."
"Where is Sari? Stefan?"
Chris hesitated and the caressing halted for a second.
"Sari is not here. not happy about the visitors."
And then I heard it. The low growling of werewolves coming from downstairs, muted by the hardwood floors between us. Oh crap.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Excerpt Sunday

Seeing how I have somehow neglected the blog in the past several months, I'm launching Excerpt Sunday, when you will get exclusive excerpts of my work in progress and all sorts of updates about my writing. So, without further ado, here is an exclusive, unedited excerpt of my new WIP, Dom for Hire.

Drawn by the sound of the sounds of the play, Wes wandered closer to the edge of the landing, from where he could see the show below. The crowd was gathered around the central area of the floor, leaving a lot of space for the two protagonists to get their kink on. It wasn’t often that a pair of players attracted so much attention. Seeing the scene, the beauty of the sub lying on the table, Wes could understand why.

The sub, in his twenties from what Wes could tell, was lying on his back on a wooden table. His wrists were bound above his head and secured with a chain by one of the multitude of metal hoops adorning the walls that served more than decoration purposes. His legs, clad in loose black pants, were spread and tied by the feet of the table. His back was arched and even from a distance, Wes noticed the play of muscle, the tension in his torso as more hot wax was poured on his chest. It burned and dried up in a random pattern across the skin, only to be removed by a swift flick of a flogger. The sub trashed against the bonds, and, though Wes couldn’t be sure, he thought he heard him gasp. More wax was poured, followed immediately by another sweep of the leather.