The Cabin Cover Reveal and Excerpt!

Coming July 19, 2018!

This is the second of my new series of short stories, and it’s one I had a lot of fun writing. I love Beau. His character surprised me as soon as he walked onto the page. 😀

Gay Romance, Erotic Romance, May/Dec, Interracial, Contemporary
Word Count: 13,800
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Scroll down for excerpt.

Flynn is having a terrible day—his fiancée jilted him at the altar and now he’s alone on his honeymoon. Going to a wilderness resort by himself was probably not his best idea, but then artist Beau Green arrives to make everything even more complicated. A reservation mistake and stormy weather means the charismatic black man is out of options for the night, but Flynn can’t let someone sleep on a cold floor when there’s a perfectly good sofa in his cabin. When the power dies, Flynn ends up on the sofa, too, because there’s only one fireplace, and freezing is not part of his plan for the day.

Also not planned? Having sex with a dude, but Beau is everything his ex is not—kind, strong, and intelligent. Unfortunately, Flynn is straight, and falling for a man might be one disaster too many for him to handle.

 

Story Excerpt:

“If the way you’re looking at me is any indication, you seem like you had no idea that you might be the kind of man who leans the other direction,” Beau said softly. “So to speak.”

Flynn stared at him. “I’ve never really thought about it.” He wouldn’t disrespect a guy who had been nothing but kind to him by acting like he didn’t know what Beau was talking about. And it’s not like I can afford to make him angry. We’re stuck in this cabin together. He glanced away. The sleet hadn’t let up. He’d be amazed if there weren’t trees down by morning.

Beau sat up. “I’m not against being your gay experiment.”

Flynn’s gaze flew back to Beau as his mouth went bone dry. “I’m not into pity fucks,” he lied. He so totally didwant a pity fuck after this stupid day. His cockwanted a pity fuck. His hands twitched. It took everything he had in him to keep reclining on the sofa like Beau’s suggestion was no big deal.

“Oh, Flynn. It wouldn’t be a pity fuck for me,” Beau said, voice going low and soft. “You’re a fine-looking man.” He reached out and put a finger on Flynn’s arm, then slid it down until he reached his fingertips.

Flynn’s heart banged against his ribs. How could such an innocuous touch feel so damned hot? He licked his lips as he shifted uncomfortably. He wanted that finger on his erection so badly he couldn’t keep still. “I don’t know what to say.” He glanced away. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Beau laughed. “Me? I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“I’m on the rebound. That’s what this is,” Flynn said quickly. He could barely recall what Darlene looked like. And he had no memory of what she tasted like, but he bet Beau tasted like sin. And regret.

“I don’t care. I like you.” Beau leaned closer. The intensity of his gaze pinned Flynn to the sofa. He couldn’t move even if he tried. “You a good man, Flynn, but you’re all mixed up. I can help clear some shit up for you.”

Flynn held perfectly still as Beau moved his finger down his hip to his leg, but when the man put his palm flat on his thigh, he couldn’t stop the moan. “Shit. What are you doing to me?”

“I’m not doing a damned thing.” Beau sat back up and lifted his hand away. “Yet.” He pulled the blanket off of Flynn. “You need to tell me yes, or this all stops here.”

Flynn shuddered. He couldn’t think straight anymore. Am I really contemplating this? As if from a long way off, he heard himself speak. “Yes.”

Beau grinned. “Thank fuck.” He stood up and stripped off his shirt. Tiny silver barbells winked out at Flynn from his nipples. His erection poked out his sweatpants.

“Holy shit, you’re pierced,” Flynn said, staring. The man looked liked a damned cover model. His gaze dropped to Beau’s cock. Even from here, and even with the dim lighting, he could tell the guy was well endowed. He thought of anal sex and couldn’t hide his wince as he struggled up to a seated position. There was no way he was up for having that thing anywhere near his butthole. No way, no how.

“Don’t you worry. We’re not going straight for the full monty,” Beau said, clearly amused. He dropped to his knees.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?” Flynn asked him. His voice cracked.

“You’re thinking the same thing every guy who first sets eyes on me thinks.” Beau reached out and pulled Flynn down. “Don’t stress. I know what I’m doing.”

Flynn couldn’t look away from those eyes. “I hope so.”

Instead of responding, Beau kissed him. At the first touch of his lips, Flynn gasped. Beau licked inside, and Flynn realized that he’d never, ever really been kissed before. Oh sure, he’d kissed Darlene, and a couple other girlfriends, but he’d never experienced this … this volcano of arousal. He groaned and slid his hands up to cup Beau’s head. The small dreadlocks under his palms were soft and springy. Beau smiled against his mouth and kissed him again, not holding back.

“Oh, fuck me,” Flynn breathed, when Beau finally let him up for air. He gripped the larger man’s biceps, digging his fingers into muscle. Beau wasn’t like any woman he’d ever touched. He was hard and impossibly overwhelming.

“No, I’m not going to fuck you,” Beau said, biting down Flynn’s jaw. “You’re going to fuck me.”

At those words, Flynn tried to inhale and ended up wheezing. “Jesus, Beau. You sure don’t hold back, do you?”

“What would be the point of that?” Beau climbed up and over Flynn, settling his thighs on either side of his hips. “Don’t be afraid.”

How does he know what I’m feeling? Flynn wondered, but then Beau kissed him again and all rational thought fled. Beau kissed the way some people jumped off cliffs: all in, drunk on adrenaline. Or maybe that’s just me. Maybe that’s just what it feels like to kiss this man. To kiss Beau, Flynn mused, hips jerking. His erection met Beau’s considerable weight, and he couldn’t resist screwing his body up harder. “God, what is this?”

“This, my friend, is harmony,” Beau murmured, moving down until his lips were at Flynn’s hip. He knelt up, pulling Flynn’s shirt off with one, smooth motion.

New Release! The Elevator!

Buy Links: EvernightAmazonBookStrandBarnes & NobleSmashwordsKoboiBooks

Gay Romance, Erotic Romance, Interracial, May/Dec, Contemporary
Word Count: 14,000
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Scroll down for excerpt.

Adrian Hughes is a geek who sucks at social interaction because awkward is his middle name. Even though he’s gay, he’s the opposite of flamboyant (when they were handing out fabulous, he was hiding in another room). Even so, he’s always wanted a boyfriend—who doesn’t want to find love?—but so far, the closest he’s gotten to it is crushing on the hot older guy he only sees on the elevator. So what happens when he’s trapped inside it with Mr. Zillionaire Hottie during a heat wave brownout? He stutters like an idiot, because Mr. Greyson Lee is unexpectedly cool, calm, and collected … right up until he’s not.

When kissing leads to sex, Adrian can’t say no. But is it just a hookup? Or is it the start of something more?

 

Story Excerpt:

Adrian lost the ability to breathe the moment Greyson’s tongue slipped into his mouth. The hint of bourbon on the edge of the coffee he smelled earlier was without a doubt the sexiest taste he’d ever experienced in a kiss. He wrapped his left hand around Greyson’s head, sinking into the soft strands of his hair, and wrapped the other one around the man’s bicep. “Fuck,” he moaned, when Greyson slid his mouth to the corner of his lips and sighed.

“Not in the elevator,” Greyson said, and Adrian choked on a laugh.

“No, I’m not into public exhibition,” he said, wondering wildly if there were security cameras in here. He glanced up at the ceiling but didn’t see any tech that might indicate a hidden lens.

“No cameras are working right now,” Greyson said, kissing him again.

Aw, fuck it,Adrian thought as Greyson’s strong, warm body pressed him into the brass railing. It hurt a bit, but he didn’t give two shits. “Jesus, Greyson.” He bit the older man’s plump lower lip, then sucked away the sting. “You’re killing me.”

“Ha,” was all Greyson said, but then his hands were unbuttoning Adrian’s shirt. “Nice,” he said, when the lapels gaped open. He put a hand on Adrian’s chest. “You work out.”

Adrian couldn’t remember if he worked out or not. He could barely remember his own damn name. “God, don’t tease me.” He wrapped a leg around Greyson’s calf and brought their groins together. When their erections touched, he groaned. He needed to get off so badly his hips jerked without his conscious control.

“Fuck,” Greyson muttered, hands dropping to Adrian’s ass. He ground them together, pushing Adrian into the railing even more. “I haven’t been this worked up in years.”

“This is crazy,” Adrian agreed, hips rolling into Greyson’s. He kissed the older man again, then shoved him away. “Stop.”

Greyson froze. “Stop?”

Adrian already had his hands at the older man’s pants. “Unbutton, you stupid fucking— Ah.” He breathed easier when the inside button popped off, and didn’t feel even a hint of regret as it pinged off the wall and rolled into a corner. He was too busy unzipping the placket and reaching his hands into Greyson’s boxers. “Jesus, you’re big.”

“Christ. Yeah, just like that,” Greyson said, voice dropping even lower.

Adrian wrapped his fingers around Greyson’s cock and stroked. “How are you so perfect?”

Greyson made a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan. “I’m not even close to perfect.”

Adrian let go and unbuttoned the rest of Greyson’s shirt, pausing to take in the amazing tattoo inked all over his chest. “Wow.” He slid his palms all over the smooth skin. “That’s fucking gorgeous. A dragon?”

Greyson shrugged. “My father was fond of dragons. Said they were good luck.”

Adrian nodded. “I want to lick you all over.”

Greyson laughed. “By all means.” He leaned back, arms open. He should’ve looked ridiculous, standing there half dressed with his cock pointing out, but he didn’t. He looked like a warrior emerging from modern clothes: fierce and hot and quietly menacing.

“Don’t poke the dragon,” Adrian murmured as he went to his knees. He pressed a fist to his erection, hoping like hell he wouldn’t go off like some teenager out for his first ride.

“I’m no dragon,” Greyson said.

“Yes, you are,” Adrian replied, leaning in and inhaling the musky scent of him. God, he smells good.He rubbed his cheek against Greyson’s cock, and then took it in his hand. “I’m going to suck you until you forget your name.” Greyson exhaled, and Adrian licked his cockhead. “Fuck, you taste good,” he said against the soft skin, and then he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Hands sank into his hair as he slid down, scrubbing his tongue along the shaft. When it hit the back of his throat, he swallowed, then relaxed. He could do this. So what if he was seriously out of practice? He wantedto deep throat this man. He wanted Greyson to lose his mind, and he wanted to be the reason.

“Oh my God,” Greyson croaked, sounding strangled.

Adrian swallowed again around the cock in his throat, then slid off, slowly. “I’m not a god,” he said, smirking up at the older man.

Greyson blinked, then smiled. “No, but you have the mouth of an angel.”

Cover Reveal and Teaser for The Elevator!

Releasing July 5, 2018!

Gay Romance, Erotic Romance, Interracial, May/Dec, Contemporary
Word Count: 13,600
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Scroll down for excerpt.

Adrian Hughes is a geek who sucks at social interaction because awkward is his middle name. Even though he’s gay, he’s the opposite of flamboyant (when they were handing out fabulous, he was hiding in another room). Even so, he’s always wanted a boyfriend—who doesn’t want to find love?—but so far, the closest he’s gotten to it is crushing on the hot older guy he only sees on the elevator. So what happens when he’s trapped inside it with Mr. Zillionaire Hottie during a heat wave brownout? He stutters like an idiot, because Mr. Greyson Lee is unexpectedly cool, calm, and collected … right up until he’s not.

When kissing leads to sex, Adrian can’t say no. But is it just a hookup? Or is it the start of something more?

 

Story Excerpt:

Adrian lost the ability to breathe the moment Greyson’s tongue slipped into his mouth. The hint of bourbon on the edge of the coffee he smelled earlier was without a doubt the sexiest taste he’d ever experienced in a kiss. He wrapped his left hand around Greyson’s head, sinking into the soft strands of his hair, and wrapped the other one around the man’s bicep. “Fuck,” he moaned, when Greyson slid his mouth to the corner of his lips and sighed.

“Not in the elevator,” Greyson said, and Adrian choked on a laugh.

“No, I’m not into public exhibition,” he said, wondering wildly if there were security cameras in here. He glanced up at the ceiling but didn’t see any tech that might indicate a hidden lens.

“No cameras are working right now,” Greyson said, kissing him again.

Aw, fuck it,Adrian thought as Greyson’s strong, warm body pressed him into the brass railing. It hurt a bit, but he didn’t give two shits. “Jesus, Greyson.” He bit the older man’s plump lower lip, then sucked away the sting. “You’re killing me.”

“Ha,” was all Greyson said, but then his hands were unbuttoning Adrian’s shirt. “Nice,” he said, when the lapels gaped open. He put a hand on Adrian’s chest. “You work out.”

Adrian couldn’t remember if he worked out or not. He could barely remember his own damn name. “God, don’t tease me.” He wrapped a leg around Greyson’s calf and brought their groins together. When their erections touched, he groaned. He needed to get off so badly his hips jerked without his conscious control.

“Fuck,” Greyson muttered, hands dropping to Adrian’s ass. He ground them together, pushing Adrian into the railing even more. “I haven’t been this worked up in years.”

“This is crazy,” Adrian agreed, hips rolling into Greyson’s. He kissed the older man again, then shoved him away. “Stop.”

Greyson froze. “Stop?”

Adrian already had his hands at the older man’s pants. “Unbutton, you stupid fucking— Ah.” He breathed easier when the inside button popped off, and didn’t feel even a hint of regret as it pinged off the wall and rolled into a corner. He was too busy unzipping the placket and reaching his hands into Greyson’s boxers. “Jesus, you’re big.”

“Christ. Yeah, just like that,” Greyson said, voice dropping even lower.

Adrian wrapped his fingers around Greyson’s cock and stroked. “How are you so perfect?”

Greyson made a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan. “I’m not even close to perfect.”

Adrian let go and unbuttoned the rest of Greyson’s shirt, pausing to take in the amazing tattoo inked all over his chest. “Wow.” He slid his palms all over the smooth skin. “That’s fucking gorgeous. A dragon?”

Greyson shrugged. “My father was fond of dragons. Said they were good luck.”

Adrian nodded. “I want to lick you all over.”

Greyson laughed. “By all means.” He leaned back, arms open. He should’ve looked ridiculous, standing there half dressed with his cock pointing out, but he didn’t. He looked like a warrior emerging from modern clothes: fierce and hot and quietly menacing.

“Don’t poke the dragon,” Adrian murmured as he went to his knees. He pressed a fist to his erection, hoping like hell he wouldn’t go off like some teenager out for his first ride.

“I’m no dragon,” Greyson said.

“Yes, you are,” Adrian replied, leaning in and inhaling the musky scent of him. God, he smells good.He rubbed his cheek against Greyson’s cock, and then took it in his hand. “I’m going to suck you until you forget your name.” Greyson exhaled, and Adrian licked his cockhead. “Fuck, you taste good,” he said against the soft skin, and then he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Hands sank into his hair as he slid down, scrubbing his tongue along the shaft. When it hit the back of his throat, he swallowed, then relaxed. He could do this. So what if he was seriously out of practice? He wantedto deep throat this man. He wanted Greyson to lose his mind, and he wanted to be the reason.

“Oh my God,” Greyson croaked, sounding strangled.

Adrian swallowed again around the cock in his throat, then slid off, slowly. “I’m not a god,” he said, smirking up at the older man.

Greyson blinked, then smiled. “No, but you have the mouth of an angel.”

Little Dove is only $0.99 at Evernight!

Little Dove is only $0.99 at Evernight!


BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Rubenesque, Romance on the Go, MF
Word Count: 10,800
Heat Level 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing

buy links: Evernight – Amazon – ARe – BookStrand – Smashwords – Barnes & Noble

Click here to read an excerpt.

Lila’s friend claims that submitting to a Dom in bed is a wonderful stress-reliever, but Lila is skeptical. So when she opens the door and finds her old crush Theo waiting on the other side, she doesn’t know what to do. Since he fails to recognize her, she lets him in, accepting his offer to help her relax.

After he explains that Abby sent him, Lila reconsiders her misgivings about dominant men. When Theo ties her up and woos her with origami doves, she reconsiders her fear of letting go. When he makes love to her, she learns to fly.

Be Warned: light BDSM, sex toys, spanking with willow switch

Little-Dove-Banner

What are people saying about Little Dove?

BDSM Book Reviews — 5 stars!

“What a delightful find! I absolutely recommend this one, no hesitation.

I love how joyful and happy it all is. Folks, I love a good ravishing, let it never be said I don’t. Non-con is my bread and butter. But this . . . seeing BDSM portrayed as something loving, healthy, and healing is a wonderful thing in a culture that sees it as a thing that only deviants, abusers, and predators do. … Bottom line, this is a keeper. If you want a short, sweet, sexy read, with sharp writing and a heart of gold, buy this. It’s worth it.”

Not Now…Mommy’s Reading — 5 stars!

“The characters were so well done, thought out and perfect that I could have known them for all my life. I was able to really see into their lives instead of just “reading about it.” I was able to feel Lila’s emotion, her fear about trusting Theo, then the heat and passion once she finally said yes. The author did a fantastic job with the details in this story.  I totally recommend this book to anyone who loves minor BDSM and romances.”

 

Midnight Magic Reviews — 5 stars!

“Ooooh, how naughty! Little Dove is an exciting erotic escape. Ms. Leaf does a wonderful job with a few heated pages (I believe it was a little over thirty). But even though it’s short, it’s full of submission, trust, and origami doves… who could ask for more? Spend a late night with this tingling story, you won’t be sorry!”

 

Nocturne Romance Reads — 5 stars!

“Hot fast read! I enjoy the older brother of a friend fantasy. . .so this story appealed in that her best friend Abby sends a “stress reliever” to Lila’s front door! Little do Abby or the said stress reliever (Theo) know, Lila has crushed on Theo for years. As the two connect, literally physically connect, they bond emotionally. While this is a super short read and the premise of the story is all laid out in the summary, this novella is so worth the read. A perfect warm up with a glass of wine for a Saturday night! Enjoy!”

 

Night Owl Reviews — 4 stars!

“Little Dove is a HOT little piece! … The sex was hot and steamy. The chemistry between Lila and Theo almost made the air sizzle between them.”

 

 

The Romance Reviews — 4 stars!

“LITTLE DOVE is a short, fun, sexy, quick read and I really enjoyed it. I truly recommend this read.”

 

Talk Books to Me — 5 stars!

“Lila’s best friend Abby sends a “stress reliever” to Lila’s front door! Little do Abby or the said stress reliever (Theo) know, but Lila has crushed on Theo for years. As the two connect, literally physically connect, they bond emotionally.”

Handy Harry is a TRR Top Pick!

trrtoppicks

I’m so happy that The Romance Reviews loved Handy Harry! Read some of the review:

“The book has a bit of unresolved sexual tension before Harry and Rufus finally get together and when they do, it is even hotter due to the build-up over those few weeks when they yearn from afar. The love scenes themselves are erotic and explicit, but without being coarse. You get the connection between the two characters, there is emotional depth as well as the physical acts.”

Read the rest of the review.

buy links: Evernight – Amazon – ARe – BookStrand – Barnes & Noble – Smashwords – Kobo – iBooks

handyharry-evernightpublishing-JayAheer2015-finalimage  trrtoppicks

Contemporary, Gay Erotic Romance (MM), Humor, May/Dec
Word Count: 15,340
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Click here to read an excerpt.

Reclusive artist Rufus Ward’s house needs repair, but he hates demolition and dust. However, when handyman Harry Hande rings his doorbell, Rufus lets him in—he’s everything the famous painter likes in a man: young, sexy, and somewhat confused about his sexuality. Rufus thought he was done with dating, but Harry is hot enough to push him from loneliness into love.

Harry’s sensible demeanor disguises desperation. His brother is a jerk and he needs to move out, but his fledgling business isn’t quite ready to support him. Rufus is supposed to be just another client, but when they meet, all of Harry’s preconceived notions of attraction are demolished. Lust launches him into the dare of a lifetime. Will letting Rufus draw him nude destroy him, or will his true nature come out?

What are people saying about Handy Harry?

The Romance Reviews — top pick!

“Ms. Leaf has written a complete story with deep characterization and engaging leads.”

Redz World Reviews — 5 shooting stars!

“I loved the chemistry Ward and Harry have. I could really feel it as I read their love story.”

Queer Centric Books — 5 stars!

Handy Harry by Erin Leaf is a story of finding the right person in a place you never, ever would have looked.”

The TBR Pile — 4 stars!

“I love watching Harry as he gave real thought to being with a man for the first time.”

 

Handy Harry release day!

buy links: Evernight – Amazon – AReBookStrand

handyharry-evernightpublishing-JayAheer2015-finalimage

Contemporary, Gay Erotic Romance (MM), Humor, May/Dec
Word Count: 15,340
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Reclusive artist Rufus Ward’s house needs repair, but he hates demolition and dust. However, when handyman Harry Hande rings his doorbell, Rufus lets him in—he’s everything the famous painter likes in a man: young, sexy, and somewhat confused about his sexuality. Rufus thought he was done with dating, but Harry is hot enough to push him from loneliness into love.

Harry’s sensible demeanor disguises desperation. His brother is a jerk and he needs to move out, but his fledgling business isn’t quite ready to support him. Rufus is supposed to be just another client, but when they meet, all of Harry’s preconceived notions of attraction are demolished. Lust launches him into the dare of a lifetime. Will letting Rufus draw him nude destroy him, or will his true nature come out?

Story excerpt:

“No, don’t be sorry. I started it when I flirted with you. I shouldn’t have flown off the handle.” Rufus flicked his pencil across the floor. “And now I’ve killed the mood entirely.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Not entirely.” His heart banged against his ribs. He felt like he was in a fast car driving for the edge of a cliff.

Rufus looked at him. “Oh?”

Harry lifted a shoulder. “I was curious. And I’m kind of being an ass because I had a weird day. That’s on me.”

“Hmm.” Rufus narrowed his eyes. “Are you still curious?” He stood up.

Harry stared at him. How could one man suddenly look so much bigger? He dropped his eyes nervously, fixing his gaze on a small hole in his jeans near his knee. He really should retire this pair. It would be bad to give clients the wrong impression if they thought he didn’t care about his appearance…

“Curious enough to play?”

Rufus’s voice was much closer. God, grow a pair, Harry. He forced himself to look up. The artist he’d admired for years stood right next to his chair. Loomed, actually. Rufus’s crotch was at face level and Harry knew that bulge was every bit as real as his own impossible-to-ignore erection.

“Yeah,” he said, looking up Rufus’s body.

The artist smiled at him, green eyes darkening. “Touch me. No more screwing around.”

Harry frowned. “What?”

Rufus dropped to his knees and put both hands on Harry’s thighs. “Touch me.”

Harry almost stopped breathing as the warmth from Rufus’s palms penetrated the thin denim. “Where?”

“Jesus, Harry. You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” Rufus shook his head and leaned in, brushing Harry’s cheek with his lips. “Fucking kiss me.” He leaned back and licked his lips. “I promise I won’t bite.”

God help me, I want him to bite. Harry’s hands shook as he gripped Rufus’s forearms and dragged him close. “This is nuts.”

Rufus laughed, and then he was kissing Harry, aggressive and perfect. The man didn’t beat around the bush. Harry moaned as peppermint burst across his tongue and then somehow Rufus’s hands were in his hair, holding tight. “Fuck,” Harry said. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move.

“Maybe,” Rufus said, then dove in again, nipping at Harry’s lips. “You taste like cherries.”

“I was eating candy in the car,” Harry said, voice cracking when Rufus slid his lips down his jaw. “You taste like mint.”

“I like sweet things,” Rufus said, licking Harry’s neck.

“Fuck.” Harry gripped Rufus’s biceps and pushed him back. “Stop. I’m not sweet.”

Rufus paused. “You’re blowing hot and cold, Harry.” He turned his hands over and gripped Harry’s forearms, hard.

Harry flushed. “I don’t know what I want.”

“You’re hot and bothered, and you don’t know why the fuck you’re feeling that way about another man.” Rufus leaned in and kissed him quick and hard. “I get it.”

He doesn’t know me. Harry gritted his teeth, thinking about the anger on his brother’s face as they’d argued that morning. Fuck it. “I’ve had dreams about making out with a guy.”

Rufus smiled. “I figured.”

Harry flushed again. “Fuck you.”

Abruptly, Rufus tipped over Harry’s chair, sending him backward to the floor. Harry didn’t even have time to yell before Rufus was on top of him, pushing into him. “You think I wouldn’t fuck you, Harry?” Rufus ground his absurdly hard cock against Harry’s thigh. “I would. I absolutely would.”

Handy Harry #CoverReveal #Excerpt

Releasing October 2!!!!

handyharry-evernightpublishing-JayAheer2015-finalimage

Contemporary, Gay Erotic Romance (MM), Humor
Word Count: 15,200
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Reclusive artist Rufus Ward’s house needs repair, but he hates demolition and dust. However, when handyman Harry Hande rings his doorbell, Rufus lets him in—he’s everything the famous painter likes in a man: young, sexy, and somewhat confused about his sexuality. Rufus thought he was done with dating, but Harry is hot enough to push him from loneliness into love.

Harry’s sensible demeanor disguises desperation. His brother is a jerk and he needs to move out, but his fledgling business isn’t quite ready to support him. Rufus is supposed to be just another client, but when they meet, all of Harry’s preconceived notions of attraction are demolished. Lust launches him into the dare of a lifetime. Will letting Rufus draw him nude destroy him, or will his true nature come out?

Story excerpt:

“No, don’t be sorry. I started it when I flirted with you. I shouldn’t have flown off the handle.” Rufus flicked his pencil across the floor. “And now I’ve killed the mood entirely.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Not entirely.” His heart banged against his ribs. He felt like he was in a fast car driving for the edge of a cliff.

Rufus looked at him. “Oh?”

Harry lifted a shoulder. “I was curious. And I’m kind of being an ass because I had a weird day. That’s on me.”

“Hmm.” Rufus narrowed his eyes. “Are you still curious?” He stood up.

Harry stared at him. How could one man suddenly look so much bigger? He dropped his eyes nervously, fixing his gaze on a small hole in his jeans near his knee. He really should retire this pair. It would be bad to give clients the wrong impression if they thought he didn’t care about his appearance…

“Curious enough to play?”

Rufus’s voice was much closer. God, grow a pair, Harry. He forced himself to look up. The artist he’d admired for years stood right next to his chair. Loomed, actually. Rufus’s crotch was at face level and Harry knew that bulge was every bit as real as his own impossible-to-ignore erection.

“Yeah,” he said, looking up Rufus’s body.

The artist smiled at him, green eyes darkening. “Touch me. No more screwing around.”

Harry frowned. “What?”

Rufus dropped to his knees and put both hands on Harry’s thighs. “Touch me.”

Harry almost stopped breathing as the warmth from Rufus’s palms penetrated the thin denim. “Where?”

“Jesus, Harry. You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” Rufus shook his head and leaned in, brushing Harry’s cheek with his lips. “Fucking kiss me.” He leaned back and licked his lips. “I promise I won’t bite.”

God help me, I want him to bite. Harry’s hands shook as he gripped Rufus’s forearms and dragged him close. “This is nuts.”

Rufus laughed, and then he was kissing Harry, aggressive and perfect. The man didn’t beat around the bush. Harry moaned as peppermint burst across his tongue and then somehow Rufus’s hands were in his hair, holding tight. “Fuck,” Harry said. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move.

“Maybe,” Rufus said, then dove in again, nipping at Harry’s lips. “You taste like cherries.”

“I was eating candy in the car,” Harry said, voice cracking when Rufus slid his lips down his jaw. “You taste like mint.”

“I like sweet things,” Rufus said, licking Harry’s neck.

“Fuck.” Harry gripped Rufus’s biceps and pushed him back. “Stop. I’m not sweet.”

Rufus paused. “You’re blowing hot and cold, Harry.” He turned his hands over and gripped Harry’s forearms, hard.

Harry flushed. “I don’t know what I want.”

“You’re hot and bothered, and you don’t know why the fuck you’re feeling that way about another man.” Rufus leaned in and kissed him quick and hard. “I get it.”

He doesn’t know me. Harry gritted his teeth, thinking about the anger on his brother’s face as they’d argued that morning. Fuck it. “I’ve had dreams about making out with a guy.”

Rufus smiled. “I figured.”

Harry flushed again. “Fuck you.”

Abruptly, Rufus tipped over Harry’s chair, sending him backward to the floor. Harry didn’t even have time to yell before Rufus was on top of him, pushing into him. “You think I wouldn’t fuck you, Harry?” Rufus ground his absurdly hard cock against Harry’s thigh. “I would. I absolutely would.”

COPS is a Top Pick at The Romance Reviews! 5 stars! #review

trrtoppicks

COPS is a Top Pick at The Romance Reviews! 5 stars!

“The real star of this show is the WOAH BABY sex, like seriously incredibly erotic and beyond yummy! … Between Blue’s bound and blindfolded boys to Matt and Liam’s hesitant but heated hand jobs, every erotic word was decadent and so soooo good.”

Read the rest of the review.

buy links – Evernight – Amazon – ARe – BookStrand – Smashwords – Barnes & Noble – iTunes/Bookstore 

cops1l

Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Romance on the Go, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 12,685
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Click here to read an excerpt.

When you’re a thief and you’re dating two cops, life can be tricky—especially when you stumble across your boys in the middle of a heist. When you’re a cop and you’re dating a sexy thief, life isn’t just weird. It’s dangerous.

Blue is falling for her two new boyfriends, but they’re having trouble finding time to be together. Being a thief is crazy. And a cop’s work is never done. When you don’t have time to date, you steal any kind of alone time that you can. So what if Liam and Matt are tied up in the middle of a murder investigation?

Matt and Liam never expected to find themselves bound together in a basement. When Blue stumbles over them, she offers them something much more risky than freedom: herself. Because she’s not a saint. She’s a very, very naughty thief, and when her boys neglect her, they must pay her price if they want to win her heart.

Be warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, bondage

cops-beginning-evernightpublishing-banner

 

 

 

Cocktails and Books loved Beloved! 4 stars! #review

C-B

Cocktails and Books loved BELOVED (Blue’s Boys #3)!

“As always, the trio’s chemistry is amazing, and the their sex scenes are scorching.  Matt and Liam are discovering new things about each other, and that adds a very nice layer to the triad’s relationship.”

Read the rest of the review.

buy links – Evernight – Amazon – BookStrand – ARe – Smashwords

beloved1l  epeditorsesal1s

Beloved Blue

 

Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Romance on the Go, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 14,000
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Click here to read an excerpt.

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?

BestsellerIcon100X100

beloved-evernightpublishing-banner

 

 

 

 

Cocktails and Books loved Cops! 4 stars! #review

C-B

Cocktails and Books loved COPS (Blue’s Boys #2)!

“Blue, Matt, and Liam are back, and they’ve gotten themselves into another little “situation”.  Once again, there is humor, action, witty banter, and SEX!! These three are so hot!  They smolder.  They radiate nuclear energy.  The sun is jealous of their heat.”

Read the rest of the review.

buy links – Evernight – Amazon – ARe – BookStrand – Smashwords – Barnes & Noble – iTunes/Bookstore 

cops1l

Cops Liam promo

Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Romance on the Go, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 12,685
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Click here to read an excerpt.

When you’re a thief and you’re dating two cops, life can be tricky—especially when you stumble across your boys in the middle of a heist. When you’re a cop and you’re dating a sexy thief, life isn’t just weird. It’s dangerous.

Blue is falling for her two new boyfriends, but they’re having trouble finding time to be together. Being a thief is crazy. And a cop’s work is never done. When you don’t have time to date, you steal any kind of alone time that you can. So what if Liam and Matt are tied up in the middle of a murder investigation?

Matt and Liam never expected to find themselves bound together in a basement. When Blue stumbles over them, she offers them something much more risky than freedom: herself. Because she’s not a saint. She’s a very, very naughty thief, and when her boys neglect her, they must pay her price if they want to win her heart.

Be warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, bondage

cops-beginning-evernightpublishing-banner