DAWN (Stronghold 3) Cover Reveal!

Releasing June 9, 2017!

Erotic Romance (MF), May/Dec, New Adult, Sci-Fi, Paranormal, Suspense

Saige Ellis can spot a liar from a hundred yards away, and she knows her history professor is bad news. She hates the way he hides behind his stupid sunglasses and beard. She hates the way his ridiculously perfect body makes her feel. When he asks her to stay after class, she asks him what he’s trying to prove.

Isaac Dawn hates having to hide his identity, but it’s the only way he can get close to Saige without tipping everyone off about his identity as a Sentry. He knows she’s his perfect match, but she’s skittish and angry, and for good reason—her abusive father has been stalking her for years. When he asks her to give him a chance, Saige demands the truth, and he blows it.

However, when murderous aliens are real, and a mysterious shadow follows Saige home, is her demand for honesty worth her life? Can she accept Isaac’s help without losing herself?

 

A Warlock’s Surprise – Release Day!

buy links: EvernightAmazonBookStrand – Smashwords

What happens when a friends-to-lovers romance leads to magic?

Gay Romance, Paranormal, Humor, Mpreg
Word Count: 20,710

Leo thinks asking his soul-splice mate to marry him will be easy, but Dakota says no, again and again. When he finally capitulates, Leo believes happy ever after is in the cards, but Dakota isn’t feeling well, and meddling family members hijack their plans. Neither warlock wants the drama of a large ceremony, but the Conclave gets its way. Witches always do, after all.

When the eventful day arrives, neither man expects their old enemy to raise a demon from Hell to ruin their wedding. Witches can’t stand up to a demon, so the newly wed warlocks must save the day, but not before a surprise revelation leaves Dakota reeling.

Can Leo and Dakota survive a demon, witches, and a grandma intent on embarrassing them both as much as possible? Sadly, even magic can’t guarantee a happy ending…

 

Teaser Excerpt:

Leo opened the box, took the ring out, and grabbed Dakota’s left wrist. “Put the damn thing on and shut up about it.” He pushed the metal onto Dakota’s ring finger with one swift motion.

Dakota snatched his hand away like a man burned, but it was too late. “Well, shit.” He stared down at his hand. The ring looked good. He liked it. “Fuck you, Leo,” he swore, closing his fingers into a fist. His heart gave a happy thump, but he was careful not to show that on his face.

Leo laughed. “I don’t see you taking it off.”

Dakota hunched his shoulders. “It’s too late now.” He didn’t really want to take it off. He wanted to marry Leo. You are an idiot, he told himself, thinking of his mother and his aunts, and his grandmother. His balls tried to crawl up into his body when he considered just how crazy the Conclave was going to be over this. “You know, there hasn’t been a warlock marriage in five centuries.” He ran his thumb along the ring. His skin tingled. His power liked the outward manifestation of their soul-splice, dammit it all to hell.

“You worry about the Conclave far too much, Dakota.” Leo grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him down the rocky trail. “They’re our family, you know. They’re not going to do anything drastic to us.” He laughed. “They helped us deal with your crazy boss. And they were happy that we got together. You need to let go of this irrational fear of your female relatives.”

Dakota scoffed. “Just you wait, Leo. Tuxes. And flowers. And probably a giant reception with witches from all over the world attending…” He trailed off as visions of seating arrangements rushed through his brain. “My God, it’s going to be a train wreck.” Even the warm weight of the ring on his finger couldn’t comfort him in the face of such a horror.

“Enough.” Leo dragged him up to a tree and pushed him against it. “I’m not really into public exhibition, but I can tell nothing else is going to shut you up,” he muttered.

“What are you—” Dakota broke off as Leo went to his knees, fingers already unfastening his jeans. “Leo, stop that. I’m not in the mood.” Dakota pushed his lover’s hands away, but Leo growled. Dakota’s dick twitched. I’m so fucked, he thought, shivering as Leo nuzzled into the open fly of his pants. Warm breath washed over his balls. “Fuck.” He banged his head on the tree as his cock went from soft and uninterested to hard-as-hell in less than a second.

“No time for that right now,” Leo said, mouthing along Dakota’s dick. “This is going to be quick and dirty.” He looked up, green eyes glimmering with energy. Sparks flared along his skin.

Dakota shoved the heel of his hand into his mouth and bit down, hoping the pain would help him keep his cool. It didn’t work. The moment Leo sucked the tip of his erection into his hot mouth, Dakota moaned. “Oh my God.” He glanced around the forest. He’d thought someone witnessing Leo’s proposal was bad, but this? This was worse. A lot worse.

Not that I’m going to stop him.

“Shh.” Leo licked along the underside, nibbling down the thick vein. “You taste good,” he murmured, kissing at the root.

Dakota shivered. “Anyone might come down the trail. Dammit, Leo.” He tried to make himself draw Leo to his feet, but he couldn’t. He wanted Leo to blow him in the middle of a very public walking trail. He licked his lips. “Suck me. Do it fast.”

 

A Warlock’s Surprise – cover reveal!

 A WARLOCK’S SURPRISE is releasing January 30, 2017!

What happens when a friends-to-lovers romance leads to magic?

Gay Romance, Paranormal, Humor
Word Count: 20,00

Leo thinks asking his soul-splice mate to marry him will be easy, but Dakota says no, again and again. When he finally capitulates, Leo believes happy ever after is in the cards, but Dakota isn’t feeling well, and meddling family members hijack their plans. Neither warlock wants the drama of a large ceremony, but the Conclave gets its way. Witches always do, after all.

When the eventful day arrives, neither man expects their old enemy to raise a demon from Hell to ruin their wedding. Witches can’t stand up to a demon, so the newly wed warlocks must save the day, but not before a surprise revelation leaves Dakota reeling.

Can Leo and Dakota survive a demon, witches, and a grandma intent on embarrassing them both as much as possible? Sadly, even magic can’t guarantee a happy ending…

 

Teaser Excerpt:

Leo opened the box, took the ring out, and grabbed Dakota’s left wrist. “Put the damn thing on and shut up about it.” He pushed the metal onto Dakota’s ring finger with one swift motion.

Dakota snatched his hand away like a man burned, but it was too late. “Well, shit.” He stared down at his hand. The ring looked good. He liked it. “Fuck you, Leo,” he swore, closing his fingers into a fist. His heart gave a happy thump, but he was careful not to show that on his face.

Leo laughed. “I don’t see you taking it off.”

Dakota hunched his shoulders. “It’s too late now.” He didn’t really want to take it off. He wanted to marry Leo. You are an idiot, he told himself, thinking of his mother and his aunts, and his grandmother. His balls tried to crawl up into his body when he considered just how crazy the Conclave was going to be over this. “You know, there hasn’t been a warlock marriage in five centuries.” He ran his thumb along the ring. His skin tingled. His power liked the outward manifestation of their soul-splice, dammit it all to hell.

“You worry about the Conclave far too much, Dakota.” Leo grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him down the rocky trail. “They’re our family, you know. They’re not going to do anything drastic to us.” He laughed. “They helped us deal with your crazy boss. And they were happy that we got together. You need to let go of this irrational fear of your female relatives.”

Dakota scoffed. “Just you wait, Leo. Tuxes. And flowers. And probably a giant reception with witches from all over the world attending…” He trailed off as visions of seating arrangements rushed through his brain. “My God, it’s going to be a train wreck.” Even the warm weight of the ring on his finger couldn’t comfort him in the face of such a horror.

“Enough.” Leo dragged him up to a tree and pushed him against it. “I’m not really into public exhibition, but I can tell nothing else is going to shut you up,” he muttered.

“What are you—” Dakota broke off as Leo went to his knees, fingers already unfastening his jeans. “Leo, stop that. I’m not in the mood.” Dakota pushed his lover’s hands away, but Leo growled. Dakota’s dick twitched. I’m so fucked, he thought, shivering as Leo nuzzled into the open fly of his pants. Warm breath washed over his balls. “Fuck.” He banged his head on the tree as his cock went from soft and uninterested to hard-as-hell in less than a second.

“No time for that right now,” Leo said, mouthing along Dakota’s dick. “This is going to be quick and dirty.” He looked up, green eyes glimmering with energy. Sparks flared along his skin.

Dakota shoved the heel of his hand into his mouth and bit down, hoping the pain would help him keep his cool. It didn’t work. The moment Leo sucked the tip of his erection into his hot mouth, Dakota moaned. “Oh my God.” He glanced around the forest. He’d thought someone witnessing Leo’s proposal was bad, but this? This was worse. A lot worse.

Not that I’m going to stop him.

“Shh.” Leo licked along the underside, nibbling down the thick vein. “You taste good,” he murmured, kissing at the root.

Dakota shivered. “Anyone might come down the trail. Dammit, Leo.” He tried to make himself draw Leo to his feet, but he couldn’t. He wanted Leo to blow him in the middle of a very public walking trail. He licked his lips. “Suck me. Do it fast.”

 

Caged Killer #CoverReveal!

CAGED KILLER — June 15!

Contemporary, Gay Erotic Romance (MM), Romantic Suspense, Dark Romance
Word Count: 30,200
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing

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Knox is a killer hired to catch a thief: what happens when the thief catches the assassin instead, and chains him up? Nothing good. Nothing … sane.

Knox Calvin has spent his life repressing his sexuality. When Mick Lannon picks at his carefully constructed mental cage with a knife, he isn’t prepared for the fallout. Unfortunately, Knox isn’t the kind of man who can be bound for long, and Mick has his own demons to wrestle into submission. When Mick’s vendetta against his aunt’s killer spirals into all out war, Knox escapes to watch the carnage from a distance.

Mick likes his sex casual, his partners breathing, and doesn’t much care about anything else. Knox wasn’t interested in sex at all until Mick shackled him to a wall. What happens when one moment’s slip into darkness wakes up the monster in both men?

 

***Dark Romance***

Alpha Shaman – Bad Oak Boys 2 – cover reveal!

Bad Oak Boys 2 is out on December 30, 2015!

Gay Romance, Shifters, Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Word Count: 55,800
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing

The world isn’t ready for a rock star werewolf, but Josh Oakley can’t stop biology. When his brother sends sexy wolf shaman Gerwulf to help him, instinct is too mild a word for how he feels. Gerwulf calls to his animal in a way that defies logic.

Gerwulf knows Josh is his mate the moment they meet, but he doesn’t like guys and he doesn’t intend to bond with anyone. He’ll help the musician control his wolf, but getting too close isn’t his intention. Besides, he wouldn’t know what to do with a man in his bed.

Of course, shifters can’t dodge fate—a crisis forces Josh and Gerwulf to accept their connection just in time to save Forst Pack from an old enemy. When biology ties them together beyond even a mating bond, will they be able to move past their fear and into a future that holds more than they ever expected?

***MPREG***

Story Excerpt:

Josh needed to taste Gerwulf, right the fuck now. He’d gone from confusion over his intense attraction to this wolf and straight into need. It felt right to desire this man. It felt like that unattainable connection he’d been searching for, all through the years of writing love songs and fucking random men and women on the road. “I’m going to kiss you, Gerwulf. You don’t get to say no.” His wolf growled, wanting him to get on with it. Mate.

Gerwulf stared at him, eyes dark as old whiskey. “You shouldn’t be doing this, especially not now. Your instinct to shift is confusing your libido.” He reached out and grabbed Josh’s arms, pressing his fingers into his skin as if he was afraid Josh was going to take off.

Confusing me? As if. I’m not the one hanging on for dear life. This guy is mine, even if he doesn’t realize it yet. Josh let himself enjoy the pain of the Shaman’s grip. He hadn’t expected to feel attraction like this, ever. Hell, he hadn’t expected to shift into a wolf either, but the moment Gerwulf showed up at his door, his desire for both things had grown stronger and stronger. “Your hands tell me a different story, Gerwulf.” He moved in and pressed his aching cock right into the Shaman’s hip. The man was built solid. Josh ground against him, desperate to feel a response.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Gerwulf said, voice cracking on the last word. His fingers flexed on Josh’s biceps. A minute tremble told Josh the Shaman wasn’t as unaffected as he tried to appear. Instead of pushing him away, Gerwulf pulled him closer.

Josh smiled, all teeth. “I’m going to shift, I promise you, but you need to let me in first.” He inhaled, savoring the warm spice scent that drifted from Gerwulf’s skin. “You smell fucking fantastic.” He leaned in and put his lips on Gerwulf’s neck. God, he wanted to bite him. Was this what it had been like for his brother? Maybe being a wolf wouldn’t be so bad.

Gerwulf trembled and dug his fingers into Josh’s arms. “I’m a Shaman. I’ll be Forst Pack’s Alpha-Shaman someday. Your wolf recognizes my power. That’s all this is.”

My cock recognizes your extreme sexiness. Josh laughed, going along with Gerwulf’s delusion that he was doing this because of some paranormal status woo-woo. “Yeah, whatever.”

Gerwulf opened his legs slightly, slotting them together more closely. “You don’t understand what’s happening.” He sounded disturbed.

Josh forced himself to lean back. He wanted to take a bite out of this man, God help him, but he didn’t want to hurt him. “You’ve never been with a guy before, have you?”

“What?” Gerwulf’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. “How did you know that?” He moved his hands to Josh’s wrists, trapping his arms against his flanks, as if that would hold him off. “Not that it matters. That’s not what this is about.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not as scary as you think.” Josh leaned in again, nosing along Gerwulf’s jaw. He took his time. This particular moment would never happen again. “We have the same plumbing. The same needs.” He wanted their first kiss to be explosive. He shoved down the niggling worry in his mind that told him he’d forgotten something extremely important. His wolf was happy. His dick was happy. Gerwulf wasn’t pulling away. What could be wrong? He’d deal with the shifting problem later. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, Gerwulf. It’s not like we’re getting married.”

“You have no idea what kind of fire you’re playing with,” Gerwulf said, hips jerking slightly. His erection, still trapped in his pants, slid across Josh’s nude cock, making them both moan.

“You’re playing with the same flame, Shaman,” Josh said, once he’d gotten control of his voice back. His dick had never before been so hard just from light foreplay.

Gerwulf flushed. “Nothing about this is normal.”

Josh groaned. “You’re sexy and hot. This is perfectly normal. You may not have fucked a man before, but I have. I’m bi and totally fine with it.” He paused. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I don’t want to scare you off.”

“For Christ’s sake.” Gerwulf let out an explosive breath. “This has everything to do with you being a wolf, Josh. Listen to me.” He shook Josh slightly. “I’m an Alpha-Shaman. You’re a Beta. Our wolves are confusing power and status with sex.”

Josh blinked, trying to force his arousal-soaked brain to function. “You think I want you because you’re a Shaman?” He chuckled. “No.”

“Yes,” Gerwulf insisted.

His mouth says one thing, but his body says another. Josh wrestled with himself. He would not force Gerwulf to do anything he truly didn’t want to do, despite what he’d said. But I want one good kiss before I step away.

“Fuck this.” He leaned in and kissed Gerwulf. Immediately, the Shaman opened his mouth, letting Josh’s tongue inside. “Christ, you taste like the forest,” Josh said, shuddering. He suckled Gerwulf’s bottom lip, then dove in again. “I can’t get enough of you.” His mind felt white-hot and crazy, with his wolf howling and growling. His cock was so stiff it hurt. He wanted to take Gerwulf up against the wall. He wanted to bite him and mark him and not look back.

Bitter Bite #CoverReveal!

Look what I got today! The cover for BITTER BITE! Jay Aheer is a brilliant artist.

Releasing MONDAY, June 29!

buy links: coming soon

 

Menage (MMF), Erotic Romance, Vampires, May/Dec, Romantic Suspense, Paranormal
Word Count: 46,555
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Alaric Normand is a solitary predator, so when he meets a man who kindles long-dormant emotions, he dismisses the attraction. What does he need with a lover? A consort bond spells nothing but vulnerability for a vampire who’s been alone for five centuries.

Ex-priest Gideon Keegan has lost his faith, so when he witnesses a supernatural killing, how does he accept the reality of evil? And why does he feel attraction for such a violent individual, especially when he’s already in love with someone else?

Everyone thinks Hannah Ward is an innocent, but she knows the truth: she’s done terrible things, and so she hides her affection for Gideon. She isn’t worthy of love, yet when a handsome stranger kisses her she falls hard, despite her sense that something is wrong. How can she have feelings for two men at once? Must she choose between the dark and the light?

 

Story excerpt:

Alaric shook his head. “You’re not a priest. I would’ve sensed it.”

“I’m not a priest anymore,” Gideon said softly, suppressing the familiar stab of anger. Leaving the priesthood had been the toughest thing he’d ever done.

“But you used to be.” Alaric half-smiled. “Well, well. How interesting.”

“It’s only interesting to me. Now get out of my way,” Gideon said, trying to shoulder past.

Alaric grabbed him again, this time shoving him up against the wall. “Not so fast, my dear. I’m not done with you yet.”

Gideon flushed at the words, feeling more turned on than threatened, though why, he didn’t know. This man had, after all, attacked two people that he knew of, and possibly more. Alaric was dangerous. Of course, you’re not an old man like that poor sucker outside was. You can take Alaric down any time you want. Strength doesn’t trump balance, he reasoned, breathing deeply to center himself. He glanced at Hannah again, needing to know if she could see him stuck in the corner with Alaric, and found her watching them.

When their eyes locked, surprise chased across her face, probably because he and Alaric looked like they were embracing. She had no idea he liked men, too. As his former student, it wasn’t any of her business, dammit, but it looked like all his secrets were about to be exposed whether he liked it or not.

“I’ve seen you looking at the pretty bartender,” Alaric murmured softly, leaning in as if he was about to kiss Gideon, or possibly bite him. “She seems young for the job, and oh so sweetly innocent, especially for this place. Those gorgeous brown eyes are staring at us, you know. She looks shocked. Do you think she likes watching us together? Is that why she’s working in a gay bar?”

“Leave her out of this.” Gideon put his hands on Alaric’s wrists and squeezed, but he couldn’t break the vampire’s grip. “And let me go. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Alaric chuckled. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” He leaned in closer. “I bet she’d enjoy watching us kiss.”

The image Alaric painted aroused Gideon more than he wanted to admit. Angry now, he tried again to escape, squeezing harder. When that did nothing, he kicked out with a foot.

Alaric pushed up against him roughly, using his body to hold Gideon immobile against the wood paneling. “None of that, Gideon. Let me have my say.”

Gideon gritted his teeth when he felt Alaric’s cock pressing into his hip, thick and hard. God, it felt good. “Fuck you,” he said, slightly breathless. Shame washed through him. He hadn’t tried very hard to get away, and the truth was, he liked being manhandled like this.

“Perhaps I will let you someday. I’d enjoy that very much,” Alaric said, smiling slightly. “But what of the girl?” He cocked his head slightly, blue eyes luminous. “She likes you, my dear. I can sense it.”

Gideon swallowed an angry retort. The creature was playing with him. “She’s innocent. Leave her alone.”

“If you tell anyone what you saw outside, I’ll have to take steps,” Alaric whispered threateningly.

Gideon flinched when Alaric’s lips touched his temple. His cock was hard now, too, and aching. He resisted the urge to rub himself against Alaric’s strength. “What kind of steps?” he asked instead, like a fool.

Alaric inhaled. “God, you smell good.”

Gideon’s breath hitched.

“Did you know I like both men and women?”

Gideon honestly wasn’t surprised, not after the way Alaric had noticed Hannah. “What kind of steps?” he asked again, more forcefully.

“Perhaps I’ll ask your girl out. Take her dancing.” Alaric touched his mouth to Gideon’s lips and kissed him softly. “I’m sure I’d enjoy tasting her like this.” He kissed Gideon more aggressively, licking inside and taunting with his tongue.

Gideon choked on a moan as Alaric held him against the wall and ravished his mouth. He felt himself weakening and bit Alaric’s lip, warning him he wasn’t some damsel in distress. He couldn’t let his guard down, no matter how desperately aroused he felt being constrained like this.

Alaric chuckled. “Mmmm. I like that. Bite me again.” He rubbed his cheek against Gideon’s. “Or perhaps I’ll bite you. I bet your blood tastes sweet as candy.”

“What are you?” Gideon asked, breathing harshly as another pang of heat shot through him. God help him, but he wanted to drag Alaric into the darkness and fuck him until he couldn’t think straight anymore.

Alaric leaned back. His blue eyes had bled to midnight again. “I’m exactly what you think I am, my dear.”

Gideon’s heart knocked against his ribs, hard enough to hurt. “Don’t touch her, or I swear—”

“I won’t, as long as you keep this delicious mouth shut,” Alaric said, kissing him again.

Beloved (Blue’s Boys 3) #CoverReveal!

The conclusion Matt, Liam, and Blue’s story is coming soon!

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Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Romance on the Go, Romantic Suspense

Word Count: 14,000
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

 

Blue thinks her life is pretty awesome—after all, she has two sexy boyfriends and an exciting career scaling walls and breaking open safes. What more could a woman ask for? So what if her boys are cops and she’s a thief? They haven’t arrested her yet, right?

Matt and Liam love Blue to distraction, but when one of her throwing blades turns up sticking out of a dead thug’s body, their acceptance of her lifestyle faces its biggest threat. They think she’s been framed, and saving her life is more important than arresting her for murder, but old habits die hard. And unfortunately, Blue isn’t the kind of girl to let someone else take the heat for her problems.

Can their love survive murder, an unexpected surprise, and a dirty cop bent on silencing the thief who can expose all of his despicable plans?

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