Monday, September 26, 2011

Time to Live- Release Date

Great news as part of the Noble Romance Blog Tour  Timeless Desire Collection, I am please to announce the release date for Time to Live  is 17 October.

This is another taste of the guys from the Floggers BDSM Club.


Seth Bannock is living a lie. Nothing in his life is working out. He likes women . . . he respects women . . . but when he tries to kiss a woman and she does that tongue thing, he wants to spew.
Confused by his body's reaction to the men at his gym, Seth seeks help from the only gay club he knows—Floggers. Is the man crazy? Seeking answers, the sweet, vanilla virgin marches into the BDSM club to speak to the owner Rio Knight.
Realization that he has been on the wrong team all his life comes in the form of a six-foot-seven Adonis by the name of Matt Duffey. Instantly attracted to the leather-clad alpha male, Seth must leave his old life behind and embrace his newfound sexuality
Seth thought his life had complications before he met Matt, but nothing comes close to the rollercoaster ride in the big dom's arms.

Chapter One

Seth Bannock stared at the front door. A yellow glow seeped thought the glass panels forming a pool of light around his feet. The street buzzed with the noise of a normal Saturday night. Teenagers spilled out from a loud party two doors up, and moved in small groups along the sidewalk in a constant stream of chatter. Cars spun their wheels and, horns blasting with young men hanging out of the windows, roared up the road.
With a sigh, Seth pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. What had just happened? His friend of the past six months, Rose McCarthy, had given him the finger, sworn colorfully, and slammed the front door in his face. He gazed at her neat two-story brick house, his mind frazzled. Okay, so he had tried to kiss her, he wanted to be nice, and she had asked him for the kiss—no, she'd pleaded for it. It wasn't his fucking idea. In truth, he had no inclination to kiss anyone. Perhaps he could have handled a straight kiss, but then the woman stuck her tongue into his mouth, tasted like stale beer, and he nearly spewed his guts out. Christ, she'd gone feral, insisting he wasn't normal, that he kissed like a girl. How the fuck did she know how girls kissed anyway?
Seth rubbed the back of his neck. Not again.
He had—had being the operative word here—liked Rose. He'd met her at his gym. True, he appreciated her slim body, enjoyed their long chats, and her companionship. The trouble with Rose and all the other women he had  dated over the past three years was moving beyond being friends. Not that he wanted to, but he always made things worse by rejecting their advances. He happened to prefer being friends. He liked women, well, at least until they did that thing with their eyes and expected him to fondle their tits. Hell, he even enjoyed going to the mall with them—but kissing them and the tongue thing—fuck, it made him uncomfortable. The eventuality of finding the right girl had become a personal nightmare.
He had to face facts—he didn't like girls in that way.
Rose's words would haunt him forever. You're gay and can't admit it to yourself. Normal men like women to touch them—you move away. Do you look at girlie magazines to jerk off? Or are you thinking about the hot jocks sweating at the gym? The worse thing was, he hadn't given her a reply—he had no excuse. In fact, he had never bought a girlie magazine in his life.
The look of disgust on her face burned into his mind, to join the list of other horror-date memories. Matt turned away from the house and walked to his car. The woman had a point. He had never dated during high school or college, keeping to himself or hanging out with the other jocks. In truth, he liked the smell of men, the gloss of sweat on hard muscle, damp hair curling on a broad, muscular neck. To admit this even to himself—fuck! His head throbbed with the implication.
Swinging into his car, Seth thought over the strange messages his body gave him whenever he noticed men looking at him in that way. It happened all the time at the gym. As a personal trainer, he had clients of both sexes and kept things on a very professional level, but a couple of guys had brushed his leg and given him the look. His stomach had clenched as if in anticipation; his heart rate had quickened. Why? The thought of sliding his hands over a man's hot, sweaty body did not repel him. Should it? Who would know? Hell, he couldn't just walk up to someone and ask a question like that, he valued his teeth too much. What should he do? He had to discuss his problem with someone who would not laugh at him. I gotta know if watching two men together turns me on . . . yeah . . . I'll pick up a couple of pornos. If the movies turn me on, I'll need to discuss my problem with someone. I'll go online, and do a search, there must be someone in this town I can speak to.

* * * * *

Rio Knight took in the man standing in the foyer of Floggers BDSM Club. He valued his ability to pick a sub at a glance, and this man's predilection eluded him. To his experienced eye, he saw a confused man, albeit, a buff six-two, blond hunk of steel. He moved toward the man and extended his hand. "Rio Knight . . . how can I help you?"
"Seth Bannock." Seth shook Rio's hand. "I feel stupid coming here, to be honest, but I needed to talk to someone." He met Rio's gaze. "Do you have a few minutes to spare?"
"You're not selling stuff are you?"
"No."  Seth gave a nervous laugh. "To tell you the truth, I don't know any homosexual men and this being a gay club . . . well . . . I . . . I'm looking for some answers." He shrugged. "I guess you think I'm crazy walking into a gay BDSM club looking for help, but I need to talk over something that's bothering me, and I don't think I'll get what I need from a doctor or a shrink."
Rio held the man's hand a little longer than necessary and rubbed his thumb over the back. Apart from the softening in Seth's dark blue eyes, the man made no effort to pull away. Interesting. He inclined his head. "Sure . . . come into my office." He opened the door and ushered Seth inside. "I've just made a fresh pot of coffee."
Placing two steaming cups on the long maple desk, Rio waved Seth into a seat. He rested his hip on the edge of the desk and gazed down at the man, taking a dominant position. The guy dropped his gaze under Rio's frank appraisal. Good sub material, strong but craves domination. He had the guts to come in here, yeah a valuable quality in a sub. Seth had remarkably handsome features, high cheekbones, full lips and those big, innocent, blue eyes. "So are you interested in BDSM?"
"I think I might be . . . yeah." Seth met Rio's gaze. "That's part of why I'm here. Look, I'll come straight to the point. How did you know you were gay?"
 Fuck. "Well, the fact I prefer to have sex with men tipped me off." Rio ran a hand through his hair. "I don't have the slightest interest in women. I'm also a dom; I like to dominate men sexually. I like to be on top."
 "Where you always like . . . gay . . . or did you have a sexual experience with a man and like it?" Seth reached for his coffee. "I'm confused .I've tried to date girls—women—but as soon as . . . you know . . . I can't get it up. I can't even kiss them."
Rio's mind reeled. He picked Seth as gay the moment he set eyes on him. "I've always known I'm gay  I've never had any doubt. Are you suddenly attracted to men or did this come about because of a sexual encounter as you put it?"
"No!—Last night I tried to kiss a girlfriend—I might add that this isn't something I enjoy. When I backed off, she kinda lost it .Fuck she screamed at me and said I acted like a gay man . . . that I wasn't normal." Seth looked at Rio over the top of his cup. "The whole scene was pretty ugly."
"So why do you hang out with women if you don't find them attractive?"
"Fucked if I know—I guess in my mind, I thought I might eventually find one that actually attracted me. Rose . . . well, she was a good friend. I liked her company but she wanted more."
Rio inclined his head. "Tell me about Rose, did she have big tits, nice ass . . . what made her a possibility in your eyes?"
"No ,she is the opposite." Seth shrugged. "Tall, muscular, slim and she didn't have much in the way of tits to be honest. She liked to exercise." He swallowed. "I met her in the gym."
"I see and what do you appreciate in a man?"
"I like the way a man smells, and . . . I dunno . . . muscles wet with sweat ,a nice body." Seth drained his coffee and set the cup down. "I like eyes too, some men's eyes have a kindness I find attractive."
You don't say. "It's a drastic step going from an argument with your girlfriend to fronting at a gay BDSM club .What the hell did the woman say to you?" Rio rubbed the back of his neck.
"You don't want ot hear the boring details, but a lot of what she said rang true: I do appreciate the male form, like I said. Although, I believe I've been fooling myself for the reason why I find men attractive. So I bit the bullet, as they say, and rented some gay pornos including a BDSM one . . . nothing too extreme." He ran a finger around the top of his cup and drew a deep breath. "It turned me on big time seeing two guys. You know it kinda  felt right."
He leaned back in his chair. "Like I said before I don't know any homosexual men .I don't have anyone I can talk to. I think I'm gay, and I'm not sure what to do. How do I know for sure that I'm really gay." He rubbed a hand over his face. "From what I've told you it's obvious, isn't it. I just can't admit it to myself."
You think, huh. "There's no halfway here, you're gay or you're not." Rio stood and moved closer to Seth. This close, he could smell the man's clean scent. He cupped Seth's cheek and stared into his eyes. "From what you have told me, and how you react to me, I think it's obvious." He snorted. "You're sure sending out all the right signals."
Rio ran the pad of his thumb over Seth's full bottom lip. "Uh huh, a straight guy wouldn't allow me to touch him like this." He sighed. "Look . . . I have a sub I'm attached to, so as much as I'd like to pursue this with you; I think I should introduce you to a dom around your own age."
"Don't you think that's kinda jumping in with both feet?" Seth frowned. "What if I'm wrong? The thought of being tied up and whipped . . . I dunno."
 Rio headed for the door. "You should follow your instincts. No one here will push you into anything you don't want to do. But I think you may need a little shove in the right direction. Floggers can open up a world of pleasure you didn't know existed." He grinned. "It's time to live my friend."

Friday, September 23, 2011

HC's Reviews- Angel's Cry by J.S. Wayne

 I've just finished reading Angels Cry by J.S. Wayne.

This novel is another in J.S's Angels series.  The world building, and the strength of the characters came through to me in this book.

The story of good verses evil is handled on many different levels. There is humour along with fear and romance-a  heady mix.

 One phrase sticks in my mind, and I quote.
"He made a lovely mouthful."

J.S has a unique turn of phrase which I find very refreshing.

Get yourself a copy here


Thursday, September 15, 2011

Don't lie to me.

I start my week with a dentists drill embedded in my jaw.  So I am not having a good day sorry folks. My topic today is about  telling lies.

How many stories I could write about people who continuously tell lies.

Why can't people just fess up and tell the truth?

Why lie in the first place?

 Okay so I admit I am a very outspoken person but I never intend to hurt anyone, in fact my aim is always to help, its just sometimes people need to be told the truth.

"Does my ass look fat in these pants?  Should you say, "Hell yeah"....No!  But perhaps, "How about wearing a longer shirt  then no one can see your butt." Why lie?

For me telling the truth is essential. I can't abide  liars in any form.
In business  with me two strikes and you are out.

So how do you feel about liars? Can you stand them or are they a royal pain in the butt?

An autographed  cover of any one of my books for your e-reader for the best 3 comments.


Saturday, September 10, 2011

Author Showcase J.S. Wayne

Taking the floor today is the amazing J.S. Wayne. 

 Expanding Horizons

I’ve always believed that, as a writer, it’s important to experiment and break yourself out of your comfort zone. If you know you can write this and that and do them well, why not throw something unexpected into the mix?
When I first started out, I steered well clear of any genre that had even the faintest taint of “girly stuff.” If my writing had an erotic bent, that was fine. But romance, fluff, and faeries were strictly off limits. Romance, I thought, was the exclusive dominion of spinsters with far too many cats for their own good. Fluff was for people with no imagination. And faeries? All I could think of was trying to make Tinkerbell a badass. (Yes, I know, she’s a pixie. And she kind of did a number on Captain Hook, too.) Faeries always struck me as a one-trick pony. Dancing in mushroom rings and playing dirty tricks on big, stupid humans didn’t seem to offer a whole lot of room to roam.
And I’ll be the first to admit that I was wrong about all of the above.
When I first started writing romance, I did so with something of a chip on my shoulder. Knowing that I was coming into a genre that has traditionally been the province of women, I felt a lot of pressure to prove that I could do it just as well as the ladies could. (Notice that I don’t and will NEVER say “better,” simply because the readers judge that. Some think yes, some say no; for my part, I just want to tell a good story that will hold its own with my female peers.)
Immediately, to my great surprise, I found myself being accepted by my fellow romance authors, an overwhelming percentage of which are women. During H.C.’s brainchild, the April Noble Authors’ Blog Tour, I had the opportunity to become fairly intimate with an amazing group of eight women. Each one of these ladies accepted my presence without question, and our correspondence was surprisingly free of the various stigmas and prejudices I had anticipated. Being the only guy on the tour made me a little nervous, and I bit off more than I probably should have in a bid to prove that I could be valuable and bring something amazing to the table.
H.C. was probably the most surprising to me. She was the one who made the now-legendary comment, while giving “Espiritu Sancti” its first round of edits for the Red Roses and Shattered Glass Anthology. I had never seen a picture of her, and didn’t know much more about her than what was on her author bio and her blog. Namely, that she was from Australia, the oldest of the group, judged cats in competition for a hobby, and wrote gay and ménage romance. So I had built something of a mental image of her; in some ways I was close. In others, I missed by the distance between galaxies.
When I was reading the redlines and comments she had made for “Espiritu Sancti,” she was grumbling a little about the tortuous contortions I put the English language through trying not to use the vulgar expressions for the various parts of the female anatomy. The result was flowery, purple, and, to be fair . . . just a little boring. Finally, this caught my eye:
“It’s okay. You can say ‘pussy ;)’”
I laughed out loud, more of a startled laugh than one of genuine amusement. Whatever I had expected, that certainly wasn’t it! But the more I read it, the funnier it became to me; kind of like the punchline to that joke that you can’t believe your brother told in public . . . but the one you make a note to pass along to your less easily-offended friends at the first opportunity.
I went through and carved out most of the purple, leaving glistening pink behind. The result seemed to be much more satisfactory, and H.C. and I stayed in fairly close contact after the tour was over.
Because of her and the other ladies on the blog tour, I became more daring and varied in my writing. These women taught me that it’s okay to think outside your comfort zone, and that expanding your horizons isn’t a bad thing. Sometimes, you learn something new about yourself that you never realized.
Although I’ve branched out, I still come back to my roots, and the stories that started this whirlwind ride that my first year as a published author has become. It all started with “Angels Would Fall;” now, it continues with Angels Cry, my first full-length novel for Noble Romance Publishing. I can honestly say that if it hadn’t been for me stepping up and saying, “I’d like to get in on the blog tour,” my writing career might have gone down some very different paths than it has.
Expanding your horizons is great. Just don’t forget where you came from.
I’d like to thank H.C. and all you wonderful readers out there for coming by to hang out with me. Before I leave, I’d like to give y’all an excerpt from Angels Cry, which is coming out Monday. I hope you folks enjoy it!

Moradiel, the Soulbearer, and his human consort, Ariel, are barely managing to stay ahead of the wrath of the Angel of Death. Azrael is growing more impatient by the moment; he wants Moradiel punished and Ariel dead once and for all, and is not particular about how it comes about. Moradiel’s fellow angels will offer him only limited aid, if they don’t try to kill him outright. In desperation, the fugitives seek refuge in the last place in Creation any sane being would look for an angel: Sin City. Las Vegas, Nevada.
Maddened by Moradiel’s defection from the heavenly Host, Azrael isn’t sane. When he arrives in Sin City to exact vengeance on Moradiel, he leaves Moradiel with a chilling warning: He intends to use Ariel for his own twisted pleasure before consigning her soul to Infernos.
Now, an unlikely band of humans and angels must come together to reunite Ariel’s body and soul. But even darker news awaits them: Because Ariel did not die at the ordained time, Moradiel has started the entire universe on an inexorable countdown to oblivion.
A countdown that began with the first breath Ariel ever drew on Earth. . . .


Shenophiel was beginning to worry. La'Kwai had been unconscious for so long, the night had faded into a bright morning and then a golden afternoon. His pulse had remained steady and strong, which was the only reason she hadn't panicked and transported him to the nearest hospital.
                The healing had gone well. La'Kwai had been extremely fortunate the bullet had passed cleanly through his shoulder. He'd lost a fair amount of blood, but the bullet had also managed to miss major blood vessels. Shenophiel had spent nearly an hour healing the damage, an unprecedented amount of time for her.
                Trouble was, she'd been forced to endure pain as if it were her own, pain that shock had allowed him to sleep through. It was such an alien and unpleasant feeling she nearly gave up several times. As it was, he would sport a tiny dimple in the flesh of his upper left arm for the rest of his life. In less technologically sophisticated but no less violent times, he would've been hailed as a hero for possessing such a scar. Now, he would probably wear long-sleeved shirts for years to avoid the reminder.
                He lay in a stream of sunlight. Dust motes danced and shimmered in the beams that shined through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The golden light mellowed the darkness of his skin, giving it the warmth of mahogany. After ministering to his wound, Shenophiel stripped off his blood-soaked clothing, leaving him clean, naked, and magnificent on the bed. Only then had she noticed the state of her own attire; with a disgusted grimace, she waved her hand and sublimated her own gory clothing.
                She understood the basic function of a washer and dryer, but had never needed to operate one. So she settled for laying down a plastic garbage bag and setting the bloody cloth on top of it. She then sat down on the bed beside him carefully so as not to disturb him, and watched him as he slept his way through the trauma the bullet had inflicted.
                Shen's eyes roved over his face and torso; his mere size would be enough to intimidate most people. While the gangsters had not been deterred, it spoke only to the fact they'd been overconfident in their numbers and weapons. They hadn't counted on meeting her. It was telling, though, that La'Kwai had turned to run rather than standing and fighting. His gentle nature prohibited such direct action unless he truly had no choice, as she knew well.
                His hands were the first things she truly noticed. For such a large man, they were long and delicate, perfectly suited to his preferred task of bending guitar strings. She picked one hand up and studied it minutely, as though the fact that he had five fingers was a miracle. The nails were immaculate and well trimmed, and although the pads of his fingers were rough with calluses, Shenophiel didn't find that a deterrent at all. In fact, she found to her surprise that she quite enjoyed the contrast in texture between his palm and fingertips when she experimentally drew one of her fingers in a line between the two points.
                Setting the hand down gently, she allowed her gaze to travel up his uninjured arm to his face. It struck her as odd that although he'd been shot, he wore a small grin while he slept. The carefully groomed whiskers of his goatee didn't detract one iota from his handsome appearance; if anything, the facial hair enhanced his strong chin. He had the hint of a five o'clock shadow, but that was to be expected. Above that, his eyelids twitched occasionally, but his forehead was smooth beneath his close-cropped, hair.
                She ran her eyes down to his chest, which rose and fell with a slow, even rhythm. Nipples, small and dark, peeked out from a hedge of hair. Curious, she reached out and ran her hand over the springy mass. The curls proved much more yielding than they looked, and she smiled at the feeling as they brushed her palm. Her gaze traveled lower.
                From his chest over his flat stomach, the thick hair arrowed down as if pointing the way to just above his limp cock. Despite that he was flaccid, he was very well-endowed. Below his slumbering manhood, his scrotum rested against his legs loose and full. A groomed pubic thatch framed the enticing picture.
                She let her eyes travel down thickly muscled legs covered with the lightest sprinkling of peach fuzz all the way to his toes. His feet were proportionate to the rest of him, and she wondered if she could think his feet were in any way erotic. Then again, they looked as soft and well cared for as any other part of his body. Tentatively, she reached out and touched the top of his foot, finding to her delight, his skin was, indeed, as soft as it appeared. Laying her hand atop the arch of his foot, she began to stroke her way up his leg lightly. As she went, she noted and delighted in the different textures and sensations she encountered. Finally, her hand lay, ever so gently, at the top of his thigh, so close she could feel the warmth from his groin.
                I've already come this far. Why not find out how that feels, too? Hesitantly, she bridged the last inch between his cock and her fingertips with a feathery touch.
                To her delight, away from the coarse frame of hair, his cock felt like warm satin against her skin. It twitched as she grazed her fingers over the crown, learning every inch of him. She closed her hand softly around the shaft, and she closed her eyes to better assimilate the new stimulus. At once, he stirred and his cock pulsed faintly in the cup of her palm. She moved her hand down him until it rested on his balls, forming around them, enjoying the forbidden feeling of touching mortal flesh so intimately.
                So this is what Moradiel meant. There really is nothing like it.
 Angel's Cry is available on Monday from Noble Romance Publishing

You can find J.S. Wayne  here:

H.C.  Thanks for dropping by J.S.  I must say here that  J.S  was the calm head in that first blog tour. He worked his butt off and we all made a great friend in the process. J.S my friends, is so way out there he is on the way back. :-)

Friday, September 9, 2011


There will be a few changes here in November.

The TIMELESS DESIRE  BLOG TOUR will start on 8 November and  I will be be having  GUEST AUTHORS  here on Tuesday and Wednesday each week  throughout November.
As part of the tour, you will see this link 

Hit the link on each author's blog and complete the tour. There are heaps of goodies to collect along the way for comments.

To compliment the tour Noble Romance has published a Timeless Desire Collection featuring novellas from some of the tour authors. These will be available from Noble Romance. My story Time to Live will be released on 17 October,

I will be updating the NRA Blog Tour Blog as we go.

On the NRA Blog page you will see BONUS blogs. These blogs link in with the tour and authors are offering special prizes for comments

On the tour.
Bryl Tyne
J.S Wayne
Lucy Felthouse
Brita Addams
Jess Anastasi
Sarah Ballance
H.C. Brown

Also,  for a bit of fun I will feature  weekly Author Spotlights  the first  on Saturday 11 September, will be  the witty and crazy author of Angel's Cry,  J.S Wayne.


Friday, September 2, 2011

I'm being interviewed today at Plot Mamas

 I'm here, drop on by by. I have a prize for comments :-)