Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Book Hooks Halloween Edition! (#MFRWHooks #paranormal #erotic)

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Welcome to MFRW Books Hooks—Halloween edition!

Today I’ve got a quick snippet from “Renfield’s Lament”, one of the stories in my dark paranormal collection Fourth World: Erotic tales of monsters, myths and magic. The book is the perfect combination of sizzling and scary, just right for All Hallow’s Eve.

When you’re done with my post, I hope you’ll visit some of the other authors participating in this week’s Book Hooks blog hop. You’ll find their links below.

Blurb

Enter the fourth worlda world of lust and shadows, where anything can happen.

Obsessive passion and dark ecstasy mark these seven stories of paranormal desire from eroticist Lisabet Sarai. An undead couple hunts for beauty and youth in the history-drenched streets of Prague. A sex addict meets his fate in the embrace of a seductive monster. An innocent writer offers her body and heart to a century-old ghost. A spiritual seeker succumbs to temptation in the arms of a fearsome and greedy goddess. A kinky, blood-drenched threesome unfolds in a luxurious Bangkok penthouse. These tales conjure the magic of sex, and its dangers. Expect to be unbearably aroused and occasionally terrified. Do not expect happily ever afters. 

The Hook

Do I seem mad to you? If so, they are responsible. They've driven me mad with their beauty and indifference.

They don't even bother to hunt anymore. They spend their days in their king-sized coffin, alabaster limbs entwined in a frozen tableau of passion. They devote their nights to surfing the Internet, listening to Bach or Dvořák, or lounging on their deck, the endless grid of the city sparkling below them.

Except, of course, for the nights when they feed.

Occasionally, on rainy days when there's no risk, I muster the courage to lift the polished rosewood lid of their communal casket and peek inside. I'm always startled by the scent that rises from their inert forms, orange blossoms and sun-warmed stone, no hint of dankness or decay. Their exquisite pallor complements the perfection of their naked bodies. They seem like statues modeled from translucent, milky glass.

He slumbers with one palm cupping her pert breast, the other arm wrapped around her waist. Her honey-brown hair fans over his chest, fine as spider silk. She curls her fist around his manhood, which is rampant even as they sleep. The bold gesture contrasts with her innocent features. She has the smooth cheeks, pointed chin and plump lips of a teenage cheerleader.

My fingers twitch. The urge to trace the shape of that sweet, ripe mouth is almost irresistible. More times than I can count, I've seen those lips distorted by a fiendish grin and those girlish cheeks smeared with gore. It doesn't matter. She will always be my angel, my inspiration, my heart's desire, my doom. My beloved mistress.

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Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Review Tuesday: Party Wall by Cheyenne Blue (#lesbian #romance #ReviewTuesday)

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Party Wall by Cheyenne Blue
Ylva Publishing, 2017

Freya, the proprietor of the New Age boutique “A Woman’s Spirit”, aspires to elevate herself and her customers above the level of base sexual desire. Convinced that she no longer needs the physical connection she shared with her deceased partner Sarah, she lives a spare, disciplined life, spending her days teaching yoga, selling candles, crystals, herbs and tea, and offering advice to her straight best friend Carly.

When Lily moves to Freya’s small town from the big city and opens “A Woman’s Pleasure” next door, the stage is set for major conflict. It’s not just that Freya disapproves of the sort of merchandise Lily’s shop purveys—lingerie, spicy books and sex toys. The Cuban woman’s lush curves, colorful clothing, rowdy music, and sexual openness disturb, offend and anger Freya. However, nothing can alter the fact that Freya and Lily live side by side, with only a thin wall separating the flats above their respective stores where they reside.

Lily makes it clear that she wants Freya for a friend, and maybe more. But Freya’s not ready to allow another lover to tarnish Sarah’s memory, especially someone as exuberant and bold as her neighbor.

I love Cheyenne Blue’s erotica. Party Wall is the fourth romance by Ms. Blue that I’ve read and reviewed, and in my opinion, the best. She does an impressive job evoking the complex, shifting emotional dynamics between Freya and Lily, shaping two full-fleshed, believable characters. She also writes exquisite passages that capture the unwelcome desire Freya experiences, despite her attempts to suppress this. Meanwhile, Lily tries with mixed success not to push herself on Freya, who has made it clear she’s not interested in having Lily as a lover.

There’s a lot of sexual tension in this book, even though there’s no actual sexual activity until the very end. In one of my favorite scenes, Lily and Freya are both consoling Carly, after she has left her cheating husband. The three of them sleep in Lily’s large bed, with Carly in the middle for comfort. Despite the summer humidity, Freya dons flannel pajamas, to hide herself from Lily’s eyes, then is so uncomfortable she’s unable to sleep . The heat she feels is more than just the effects of the temperature.

Party Wall has the inevitability of romance. We know that Lily and Freya will ultimately get together, but up until very late in the novel, it’s hard to imagine how. That’s meant as a compliment!

My one criticism of the book has to do with its treatment of men. Man, actually. There’s only one significant male character in the book, Carly’s husband Andy, and unfortunately, he’s an utter bastard. Not only does he cheat on his wife with his secretary, he also breaks into Lily’s apartment, insults, threatens and ultimately attacks both Lily and Freya, and tries to force Carly to come back home with him. He’s violent and abusive, to the point that one wonders why someone like Carly ever married him.

I know, of course, that there are men like Andy out there, men who think they own “their” women, who believe that they’re justified in using physical force to take what is “belongs to them”. However, in this case, I think the author could have achieved her goals without making the character so extreme. As it stands, Andy’s character feeds the oft-voiced popular opinion that lesbians are “hostile to men”. I really worry that some people will dismiss Ms. Blue’s book with this sort of criticism.

Overall, though, Party Wall is a delightful book. If you’re a fan of lesbian romance, I recommend it highly.

Monday, October 23, 2017

Sneak Peek: Blond by E.D. Parr (#gay #shifter #eroticromance @Parr_Books)

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What would you think if the guy you were dating raced off every night before midnight and would never say why? Would you succumb to the urge to follow him one night?

Liam Hale can’t believe his luck when he meets the man of his dreams, Karl Oberon.

Hunky Karl is the sexiest man Liam has ever met, but his mysterious disappearances start to tease.

Gorgeous Liam is the only man Karl has ever loved.

Together they spark and sizzle with passion, but Karl doesn’t know how to tell Liam why he races away. Maybe keeping Liam’s mind off the question with mind-blowing erotic encounters will work.

Excerpt (Rated X)

Karl rested his face on Liam’s. He whispered on Liam’s mouth. “You’re hot as hell. I’m fuckin’ desperate to feel your hard cock in my hand.” Then he kissed Liam.

The passion that traveled over Liam as Karl’s lips merged with his in a slow, soft, lingering kiss, weakened his thighs. The skin between his legs under his balls throbbed. His cock jerked in his pants. He returned the kiss grabbing Karl’s head and thrusting his cock in upward strokes on the hard column in Karl’s pants. He kissed Karl until every fiber of his being screamed to come. He murmured between kisses. “The restroom here is a good place for desperados.”

Karl smiled against his mouth. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He crushed Liam close in a final hug as the song ended and then he broke away.

Liam followed Karl across the dance floor and through the door that led to a short corridor and the restrooms. These weren’t like the toilets in some gay bars that Liam disliked for their barren and sometimes grubby surrounds. The restrooms in this bar were sparkling clean and spacious. Two of the stalls at the end of the row had benches and wash basins. Liam had laughed at them when he’d first seen them, but now he walked past Karl and showed him into one.

Karl flicked the catch along on the door lock. He pushed Liam against the wall with one hand, and as his tongue forced Liam’s lips open, with the other hand he dragged Liam’s jeans zipper down.

Liam moaned, overwhelmed with the need to feel Karl’s hands on his cock. He grabbed his jeans to help, and jerked them down his ass to his thighs as he sucked Karl’s tongue into his mouth. His cock sprang free, but not for long.

Karl grasped the shaft. He drew way from Liam’s lips and gazed into his eyes. “You’re leaking. You look ready to be fucked. Do you want that? To be fucked? To have my hard dick ram into your ass until your cum spurts up your chest?”

Liam’s entire body went into meltdown. His cock throbbed and his balls lifted so tight he instinctively reached his hand down to stroke them. His fingers met Karl’s wrapped around his dick. Liam’s stomach tightened inwards and he groaned. “I need to come so bad I’m about to fall down.”

Karl knelt and pushed his fingers between Liam’s legs. He stroked Liam’s balls with his thumb and clamped his other hand around Liam’s cock tight. The helmet head poked out of his fist and Karl lapped at the slit then circled his tongue around and around until Liam was gasping and thrusting.

Karl pumped Liam’s dick fast and hard. He teased at Liam’s ass with his fingertips and his palm cradled Liam’s aching balls.

Liam orgasmed with such intensity he grabbed Karl’s shoulders bending his head, and groaned open mouthed against the white linen shirt Karl wore. He thrust up into Karl’s fist and only stopped as the waves of delicious pleasure waned and left him drowning in satisfaction and gratitude.

Karl pushed Liam’s shirt up with strong hands and licked up his stomach.

The trail of exquisite sensation he left made Liam wince and sigh. He grasped Karl’s head, his fingers slipping through Karl’s soft, abundant hair, trying to bring Karl’s face to his for a kiss. “Kiss me, please…”

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Sunday, October 22, 2017

Sizzling Sunday: Serpent's Kiss (#SizzlingSunday #pnr #Guatemala)


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Welcome to this week’s installment of Sizzling Sunday! My excerpt today comes from deep in my back list, my Mayan themed paranormal erotic romance Serpent’s Kiss. I realized I hadn’t posted anything from this book in ages. So let me remedy that now!

Ancient mysteries control a modern woman's destiny

From the first, Dr. Elena Navarro senses that the wounded man she discovers outside the gates of her rural clinic is not an ordinary mortal. With his chest ripped open, Jorge Pélikal still demonstrates unnatural strength and power.

Elena is irresistibly attracted to Jorge, although he warns her their coupling could open the gates of chaos. She and Jorge fall in love, despite his dire predictions.

Gradually Elena comes to understand that Jorge is a supernatural player in a cosmic drama that will determine the fate of the earth and of mankind - and that even if he triumphs in his apocalyptic struggle with his nemesis, she may lose him forever.



Jorge! Why did you run away?” She gestured for him to join her on the porch. In an instant, he stood in front of her, a half-smile on his full lips.

He grasped her hands. His skin was cool now, and moist like the jungle night. His fever was gone, she realized gratefully. Joy bubbled up in her chest. She almost laughed. She had thought that she would never see him again.

I had no choice. I was in grave danger. And by remaining in your clinic, I was placing you in danger.”

Moving when your chest has been ripped open and is held together by nothing more than a few feeble stitches wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do,” she scolded. “But I’m happy to see that you’re so much better.”

Much better, thanks to you…Elena.” He squeezed her hands. Desire raced through her, sharp, irrational, irresistible. “I’m sorry that I had to return and place you at risk once again. But I left something behind. Something important.”

I know. I have it, hidden safely away.”

He searched her face, apparently trying to determine how much she knew about the feather. “Give it to me, then, and I’ll leave you in peace.”

No.”

What?”

No—I don’t want you to go. I’ll give you the feather, but only if you promise to spend the night with me.” Listening to herself, Elena was appalled. What was she saying?

She had not planned this. She was keeping the feather for him and had honestly intended to return it. But now she wanted him, with a single-mindedness that drove out all reason. She would do anything to satisfy this uncharacteristic desire. She could not let him escape again.

He cupped her cheek in one of his strong brown hands. Elena nearly swooned.

You don’t know what you’re asking, Elena. It’s not possible.”

I know what I want. What I need. And I won’t turn over the feather until you give it to me.”

He removed his hand, leaving her mourning for his touch. “I could force you.” His soft voice rang with power.

Go ahead and try.” Elena’s words were defiant, but there were tears in her eyes.

You don’t understand what you ask. If we couple, you and I, we will open the gates of chaos.” He hovered close, leaning over her, gazing into her eyes. His scent made her dizzy.

I don’t care. So be it.”

His strong arms snaked around her body and pulled her to his chest. “So be it,” he whispered. “As the gods will.”

His mouth captured hers. He sucked away her breath, drained her of her strength. Then he swept his tongue across hers and everything flowed back—strength, breath, awareness, pleasure. She felt his tongue everywhere, on her aching nipples and in the liquid gap between her thighs, tickling the tender lobe of her ear, dancing in the hollow at the base of her throat. Yet she knew, with the tiny kernel of rationality that remained, that his lips had not left hers. This exquisite ballet of sensation was nothing more than an illusion.

Real or imagined, the fluttering tongues quickly carried her to the edge of release. “Please,” she begged, sliding her mouth away from his. “I can’t wait. Make love to me.” He clutched her to him. His erection pressed into her belly like a lump of stone. “You want me, Jorge. Take me.”

Your clothes…” he murmured. In ten seconds, she had them off, her jeans still hanging off one ankle, her blouse a torn heap on the ground. He pulled his shirt over his head and folded it into a pillow for her comfort. Then he bore down on her, taking them both to the floor of the porch.

She untied his drawstring pants and pushed them down around his lean hips. His swollen cock sprang out, an invincible spear of flesh aimed at the sky. She stroked her hand down his length, marvelling at the satiny texture of the skin, the way it sheathed a core of granite. She was suddenly reminded of the feather, simultaneously stiff and soft.

Jorge swept his fingers once through her cleft, as if to assure himself that she was ready. She jumped at his shocking touch, teetering on the precipice. A river of sweet moisture flowed from her, coating his hand. He did not make her wait any longer.

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Friday, October 20, 2017

Silly Me! (#MMM #paranormal #giveaway @DaleCLowry)

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By Dale Cameron Lowry (Guest Blogger)

My new paranormal erotica anthology Myths, Moons, and Mayhem was conceived over a Facebook chat I had with Sexy Little Pages publisher Anna Sky last winter. She thought it would be fun to release a Halloween anthology of gay ménage erotica with that title, and ever the sucker for a good pun , I naturally agreed. (The books initials and the abbreviation for gay ménage are both MMM.)

And then—silly me!—I said, “I’ll edit it.”

That was the beginning of spending a lot of quality weekends in the office together with my cat. I read through dozens of incredible stories, made tough choices about what to include, and then annoyed my authors with repeated rounds of revisions and punctuation checks.

It was also the genesis of my own story for the anthology,The Cave.Id written paranormal fiction before, of courseghosts, vampires, fairies, were-raccoonsbut for this, I had to come up with something completely different. I didnt want to play with any of the popular paranormal character types like vampires or werewolves, because I knew Id be getting plenty of those in the submissions, and the final anthology needed to have a good balance of the familiar and the completely unexpected.

So I wrote a story in a setting Id never seen before in paranormal fictiona paleontological excavation in western Madagascarwhere the predominant attitude toward the paranormal isnt one of awe or wonder.

InThe Cave,my contribution to Myths, Moons, and Mayhem, magic is widely recognized as real, but most people view it as ho-hum and passé, to such an extreme degree they forget to use it when all else fails. Nature photographer and perpetual singleton Ethan is accompanying a group of scientists on fieldwork when some team members fall into a rock fissure. The team tries all the usual, real-world rescue methods to no avail. Only after several hours does Ethan realize his magical skillswhich hes always had but, like most people, never done much withmight come in handy.

The event launches a complicated erotic dance between Ethan, Mendrika (one of the rescueesMendrika is a common mans name in Malagasy), and Joseph (Mendrikas French husband), as well as a deeper exploration of all three mens magic.

Of course, working with the other stories in the anthology has been just as magical for me. They have deepened my passion for both the fantasy and ménage
subgenres, which both stretch our imaginations beyond preconceived limits.

There’s a moment in Rebecca Buchanan’s “The Secret of the Golden Cup,” the second story in Myths, Moons, and Mayhem, when the lead character whispers in sudden realization, “Magic is real. Magic is real.” That’s how I feel about the stories in this collection: they create worlds that let me, as a reader, experience a whole new universe of possibilities.

Reading truly is magic.

In a world where so many of us are loudly and frequently told that we’re lesser people, I need those kinds of stories. I need those reminders that the world is bigger than what I see in front of me. I need to know that love, happiness, and magic is out there for everyone to find—including you and me.


Giveaway

To celebrate the release of the paranormal gay ménage anthology Myths, Moons & Mayhem, Dale Cameron Lowry is giving away a bunch of paranormal and ménage ebooks for your reading pleasure. Prizes include:

Chance & Possibility: Seven Fantastical Tales of Gay Desire, an eclectic selection of Dale’s previously published paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi stories. Chance & Possibility isn’t available to buy anywhere.

Pacific Rimming, a contemporary novelette about a middle-aged gay married couple who fall in love with a younger man while vacationing on Canadas Vancouver Island

Love Unmasked, the story of a gay man whos unlucky in love because, once in a blue moon, he turns into a raccoon.




Where to buy Myths, Moons, and Mayhem


Universal Ebook Link (for Amazon, Kobo, iTunes, etc):
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http://getBook.at/mmm

About Myths, Moons, and Mayhem

Myths, moons, and mayhem make the perfect threesome—and so do the men in this anthology.

Enjoy nine erotic stories of paranormal ménages a trois fueled by lust and magic, where mystical forces collide with the everyday world and even monsters have their own demons to conquer.

A werewolf gets a lust-fueled lesson on fitting in with the pack, a professor unlocks ancient secrets and two men’s hearts, and a pair of supernaturals find themselves at the erotic mercy of a remarkable human. Ghosts, fairies, aliens, and mere mortals test the boundaries of their desires, creating magic of their own.

Penned by popular authors such as Rob Rosen and Clare London, as well as by newcomers to the genre, Myths, Moons & Mayhem is an eclectic mix of paranormal lust and polymythic beings that will spark your fantasies and fuel your bonfires.

Read story summaries and excerpts at https://dalecameronlowry.com/books/myths-moons-mayhem/

Excerpt from “The Cave” by Dale Cameron Lowry

AboutThe Cave: Nature photographer and perpetual singleton Ethan is accompanying a group of paleontologists on a caving expedition in Madagascar when Mendrika, a Malagasy scientist, falls into a rock fissure. After using magic to rescue him, Ethan gets quite the passionate thank you from Mendrika and his husband Joseph.

This scene takes place just after the rescue, while the team medic is looking Mendrika over and the rest of the group heads back toward camp. Mendrika, by the way, is a common man’s name in Malagasy, the national language of Madagascar. It means “dignified” or “deserving.” His husband, Joseph, is French.



Joseph was so unlike his usual self on the way back to camp, gregarious and expansive, thanking each of the rescuers with a kiss on the cheek.

I’m sorry I was short with you,” Joseph said when it was my turn. His English accent was usually pretty clean, as he’d spent some undergraduate semesters in the United States. But now, due to the stress of the day or his newfound ebullience, he was slipping into something more lyrical.

Don’t worry about it. We were all a little freaked out.”

No, no,” he said, though his accent was so thick now it might as well have been Non, non. “I was rude. Forgive me?” His eyes were as wide and doleful as a white-browed owl’s.

Of course. I’m sure if my husband was stuck in a cave, my behavior would have been much worse.”

Joseph’s eyes turned into a chameleon’s. They bugged out of his head. “You have a husband?”

I was speaking hypothetically. I’ve never been married.”

Oh! But you are… homosexual?” He pronounced it all French-like, dropping the “h” and rounding his lips into such a tight ring around the “u” of “sexual” that the sound verged on a whistle. I’ve never liked that word—too clinical—but in Joseph’s mouth, it became a symphony in five syllables.

Bisexual, actually.”

Bee-sex-soo-elle? I had no idea.” Joseph squeezed my hand. “I suppose being with the same man for nine years has killed my… gaydar? That is what you Americans call it, yes?”

I chuckled. “Yup.”

Well, thank you, my friend.” Joseph leaned in to kiss me. I could smell the dirt on him, the sweat and strain, but also the sweet, evocative scent of his skin. His lips were soft against the sharp, itchy stubble I’d let grow over the past few days.

Since we weren’t in France, I was under no obligation to echo his silly French customs. But what would it hurt to humor him this once? As he withdrew I moved toward him, returning the peck on his opposite cheek. His face was rough from five o'clock shadow and dirt. I closed my eyes and tried to memorize that texture. I took a second whiff in hopes of memorizing his scent.

About Dale Cameron Lowry

Dale Cameron Lowry had a jagged forehead scar before Harry Potter made it cool. When not busy fighting evil, Dale writes and edits queer romance and speculative fiction. Come to think of it, maybe those are ways of fighting evil too.

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