Thursday, March 12, 2020

Just who is the cat and who is the mouse? #GayRomance #BDSM #HistoricalRomance @KetaDiablo



Craven and his friend Anthony are in over their heads the night they're caught spying on Beresford Hall. When Craven meets the dark, mysterious Dominic Beresford, he wonders if fate really does step in and take you by surprise when you least expect it.

Dominic Beresford has led a licentious existence, one that includes wealth, luxury and a carefree attitude when it comes to sexual liaisons . . . until the night he catches two young men spying on his property. Intending to frighten them into never breaching the privacy of another again, he takes them at gunpoint into Beresford Hall.

He is inexplicably drawn to one of the young spies, Craven Saunders, and cannot fathom how this handsome young man was able to turn his world upside down in such a short time. Dominic’s game of cat and mouse suddenly runs amuck.

The question is . . . just who is the cat and who is the mouse?

Review Snippets

Magnolia Heat is well worth the read. I will be looking for more from Ms. Diablo in the future (especially if Craven and Dominic are involved.” Book of The Week and 4.5 Stars” Whipped Cream Reviews ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Carnal delights that are erotically written and hot, hot, hot to read. The sexual interactions are incredibly well written.” Rainbow Reviews 5 Stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This book moves along at a very fast pace, keeping you on the edge of your seat, panting for more. Magnolia Heat is a great read!” Dark Divas 5 Stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The way Diablo breathes life into her characters is fabulous. From the sexy mysterious Dominic Beresford to the unassuming student Craven, I was hooked from page one!” Moonlight, Lace and Mayhem, 5 Stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Excerpt

Perhaps you’d care to tell me your name and why you were snooping about my private property?”

Craven Saunders, sir, and we weren’t snooping―”

What do you call it, young man, agate-picking?” He shook his head, his voice stern. “I detest it when someone lies to me. If you’re determined to spy on others, be man enough to admit it.”

Yes, sir.”

Yes, sir, what?”

Craven’s tone took on the innocent pleading of a child. “We were spying, Mr. Beresford, but I promise it won’t happen again.”

Oh, I’ve no doubt about that, Mr. Saunders.” He arched his neck, the sleek, hair shining like onyx beneath the candlelight in the room. “I must inform you, my valet, Higginbotham, claims you’ve been spying for weeks. Knowing Higginbotham is an honest man, I conducted an investigation myself last Friday eve.” The man swiped a hand across his erotic mouth, the gesture turning Craven’s knees to marmalade and his already dry throat to an arid desert.

Craven hung his head. Damn, he could do nothing but confess. “Your man spoke the truth.”

When Craven garnered the courage to look at him again, the man gave a shake of his head. “Craven, an odd name, is it not?”

Yes, sir,” he interjected. “It means―”

I know what it means―weak, spineless, fearful.” The world tilted on its axis when the man took another step toward him and raked him over with those deep blue orbs. “Do the adjectives describe you, Saunders?”

No, Mr. Beresford, sir, I don’t believe they do.”

He studied the man, captivated by smooth, silky cadence of his voice. If indeed Beresford stood before him, Anthony couldn’t have been more correct. Magnificently stunning, he oozed male virility. The dim light of the bedchamber could not hide it. His mouth full, his nose straight, every feature of his face must have been crafted by a skilled artisan, or, perhaps, a patient God. Craven couldn’t drag his gaze away from the man’s luminescent orbs. His stomach somersaulted and he longed to be touched by him, fucked senseless. Had he been out in the sun too long that day?

Well, we shall test the theory about your namesake.” The man’s languid once-over sent shivers down his spine. Closing the remaining distance between them, he took Craven’s chin between his thumb and index finger and forced him to look into those piercing eyes. “What makes you think my name is Beresford?”


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About the Author

Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the United States on six acres of gorgeous woodland. When she isn't writing or gardening, she loves to commune with nature. A pair of barn owls returns to the property every year to birth their young and show them off in the high branches of the oak trees. Nothing more adorable than these white fluffy babies with heart-shaped faces. A lifelong animal lover, Keta devotes her time and support to the local animal shelter. Emma LaPounce, a rescued feline, has been her furry companion for the last ten years.

Keta is an award-winning and bestselling author who writes in several genres: Western Romance, Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance and Contemporary Romance. Occasionally, she writes Gay Romance. Her books have received numerous accolades, including RWA contest finalist, Authors After Dark finalist, Top Pick of the Month and Recommended Review from many top review sites, and Best Romance Finalist from The Independent Author Network.

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3 comments:

Lisabet Sarai said...

Mmm. This sounds intense!

Sally A Wolf said...

Thanks for hosting Keta Diablo today!
Sally A Wolf Keta Diablo's Author Assistant

Tami Winbush said...

That story sounds intense! I can’t wait to see how it unfolds. I really love your other books, and I can’t wait to read this one as well.

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