Sneak Peek: Brit Boys: With Toys Boxed Set

Out now! Brit Boys: With Toys—a collection of eight M/M novellas written by eight top British M/M authors. All stories feature British characters and are set in British locations. This seriously sexy boxed set has 422 pages of unforgettable M/M literary entertainment that will leave your eReader, and you, burning up. So go and treat yourself this festive season to some uniquely British man-on-man erotic romance, or if you have Kindle Unlimited, read it as part of your subscription.

With stories by

Ashe Barker

M K Elliott

Lucy Felthouse

K D Grace

Lily Harlem

Ashley Lister

Sarah Masters

Tabitha Rayne

Back Cover Information

From coast to coast and city to country Brit boys enjoy playing with each other and their toys. Not any old toys, though; guitars, rope, plugs and Moleskine journals all prove to be enormous fun. Throw in a shop that’s wall to wall with kinky ideas, a journalist on the lookout for the next big thing, and Dominants who insist on obedience and there’s sure to be something to cater for everyone’s taste.

Whether it’s a quickie or a slow indulgence, Brit boys know how to hit the spot and they aim to please every time. So take a ride, fly high, come enjoy these sexy boys and their toys.

Brit Boys: With Toys is an anthology of M/M stories written by British authors, featuring British characters in British locations.

Available now on Amazon.

Brit Boys: With Toys

Hard Riders

By Ashe Barker

If there’s one thing Liam loves more than a scorching hot lust-on-wheels superbike, it’s the gorgeous sexy guy who owns such a dream machine. When Jackson finds him all but drooling over his tyres and offers him a ride Liam takes no persuading at all. Soon they discover that their mutual fascination with boys’ toys is not limited to the two-wheeled variety, so it’s just as well that Jackson owns his own sex shop and Liam’s job leaves plenty of scope for dressing up.

But real life is much more than just a few kinky games, and has an unfortunate habit of getting in the way.

All Roped Up

By M K Elliott

When Alex Fraser interviews Conner ‘Big-Mac’ McCaughey, the champion of London’s bare-knuckle boxing scene, he has more than just the fighter in his sights. Hoping to expose the fight club’s illegal dealings, Alex will stop at nothing to get the story, including doing whatever Conner asks.

The moment Conner sees Alex Fraser, all he can think about is what the young reporter will look like bound. Shibari—the ancient art of rope bondage—is the fighter’s passion, and he can’t think of anyone else he’d like to practise on more.

But Alex’s quest to expose the truth could land them both in serious danger...

Doctor’s Orders

By Lucy Felthouse

Hospital porter Aaron Miller isn’t expecting a very exciting birthday. He and his doctor boyfriend, Blake Colville, are working opposite shifts, leaving Aaron to go home to an empty house and the prospect of another shift the following day. Just as he’s leaving work, however, an unexpected sexy encounter in a supply cupboard leaves him feeling in a much more celebratory mood. And an impending dirty weekend away with Blake just puts the icing on the non-existent cake. But who needs cake when you’re dating a dominant doctor?

Toys for Boys

By K D Grace

Alpha Nerd, Will Charles teams up with Caridoc ‘Doc’ Jones in a coast to coast walk across England reviewing outdoor gift suggestions for the Christmas edition of Toys for Boys—an online magazine dedicated to the latest gadgets to tickle a man’s fancy. Will is recording their adventures with the latest smart phone technology. Doc is reviewing the latest outdoor gear. The two quickly discover the great outdoors provides even better toys for boys, toys best shared al fresco, toys that, in spite of Will’s great camera work, will never be reviewed in Toys for Boys.

Mile High Kink Club

By Lily Harlem

Rhodri’s looking for love, but not ordinary love. He needs a man who’ll bend to his will, submit to his desires and obey his every command–including chastity.

So when Gay Hook Ups finds his perfect partner it’s well worth a trip to London. What he doesn’t bet on is his fragile-looking match being a sharp and successful entrepreneur. So when things between them soar, will he unlock the passion, free his desire and will they reach the dizzying heights of ecstasy together? It all depends on whether Darius is prepared to be caged in order to be set free.

Open Mike

By Ashley Lister

Ken finds Mike reading poetry in a bar. Mike is confident and clever and seems capable of teaching Ken everything he needs to know about poetry. And, when Ken asks for his guidance, Mike gladly offers to share his expertise. Consequently, when Mike offers to share more than his expertise in poetry, Ken discovers there are a lot more things he wants to learn from him.

I Get You

By Sarah Masters

Morton is Warren’s boss, and they fancy each other like crazy. Except neither of them has the courage to say so, until Warren blurts out an inkling of his feelings. Morton is stunned by Warren’s offer for them to go away together, but not half as stunned as Warren when Morton accepts. Both of them are pretending to be someone they’re not. And both of them soon realise that being yourself is the best bet.

The Guitar

By Tabitha Rayne

When shy, awkward Kel plays guitar, it’s the only time he feels at home in his own skin. On stage he can hide in plain sight behind his band and the music. It turns him on to play and he can’t help rubbing up against his guitar. Kel is enraptured by a guy he sees every night in the audience and is shocked when this gorgeous guy seems to notice him. So full of his own self-loathing, Kel just can’t accept that someone as perfect as Damien wants to be with him. Will his insecurities put their happiness in jeopardy?

Grab your copy now from Amazon.

And if you want more Brit Boys, check out the first anthology, Brit Boys: On Boys, available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers.

A Peek at The Gazillionaire and the Virgin (Sunday Snog #207)

I’ve got a treat for you today, a first peek at my upcoming BDSM erotic romance novel, The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. The book comes out on the 29^th of January, and I’m planning all sorts of festivities to celebrate the release (including lots of prizes, of course!)

Wondering what the book’s about? Here’s the blurb.

Trust can’t be bought—it has to be earned

When Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she finds him strangely compelling. Theo is both arrogant and socially awkward, but he has an aura of power that speaks to Rachel’s carefully-hidden submissive side. Disturbed and aroused, she tries to focus on her original objective—a deal to incorporate his Artificial Intelligence software into her company’s popular virtual world. Rachel’s not the sort of woman to let pleasure interfere with business. For some reason, though, she can’t resist Theo’s geeky appeal.

Theo Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO. Still, with her voluptuous curves and brilliant mind, Rachel embodies his ultimate sexual fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.

That doesn’t seem to bother Rachel, however. In his bed—in his arms—in his bonds—she discovers the bliss of total surrender. Rachel may be Theo’s first lover, but Theo is Rachel’s first true Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart. As they grow closer, it seems that love may harmonize their differing goals and values. Then Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust threatens to tear them apart forever.

Anyway, here’s one of my favorite kisses from the book (unedited excerpt).

When you’re done with my snog, head back to Victoria’s Sunday Snogpage for lots more sexy kisses!

*****

Our fingers touch as I take the note. That minimalist brush of skin on skin sends heat roaring through me. I suck in my breath. My nipples pebble under my jacket. Thank God he can’t see them. I think I’d dissolve in embarrassment.

Theo spears me with a curious gaze. “Is something wrong, Rachel?”

“No, no – I’m fine.” I tuck the paper into my purse, then force myself to meet his eyes. “I’m very glad to see you, Theo.”

His stiff posture softens a bit. “Me too.” He sweeps his gaze over my form. “You look – well – just beautiful.” Before I know what’s happening, he reaches out to engulf my small hand in his much larger one. He gives me a squeeze. “I’ve missed you,” he says, almost inaudible.

You missed me? It’s been less than forty eight hours, I start to say, trying to laugh off his intensity. But his warmth accelerates my pulse and dampens my pussy. His scent of soap and menthol shaving cream swamps me with memories of our transcendent first night together. I ache to have him in my arms again – to have in my cunt. I can’t deny I’ve missed him too.

He’s watching me, reading my face, his dark eyes flickering with emotion. I am suddenly as frightened as I am aroused. Theo Moore isn’t going to do casual. He’s an all-or-nothing sort of guy. I could seriously hurt him.

I want him, oh yes, more than I’ve wanted anyone in a long time. Am I ready to take responsibility, though, for the consequences?

So I don’t answer, don’t tell him how he has monopolized my thoughts for the past two days. Instead I change the subject.

“Have you thought about how you’ll use the donations?” Even to my own ears, my enthusiasm rings false.

“No – no – never mind that. I’ll consider that later.” He tugs on my hand, pulling me closer. My body slides across the leather upholstery, until my thigh presses against his. “I want to talk about us, Rachel.”

There is no ‘us’, I want to tell him. It’s too risky. Last night was great, but it won’t happen again. I choke down the words. I can’t think of any reply that won’t damage his fragile self-image.

There’s no chance for me to speak anyway. Theo wraps me in his bear-like arms, leans in, and claims my mouth. His kiss scatters my resolution like sun burning through fog.

His lips lock to mine, firm and muscular, taking control. I don’t fight him – how can I, when both of us know this is what I want? When he runs his tongue along the seam, I open automatically, following my instincts as he, I suspect, is following his. He tastes of peppermint. He smells like sun-warmed earth. He drinks me in as though he’d like to swallow me whole.

It sounds melodramatic to say I swoon in his arms, but it’s not far from the truth. I relax into his embrace, buoyed by his strength, dizzy with arousal. He kisses me thoroughly, thoughtfully, as though he’s memorizing my flavor. Meanwhile, he slips one hand under my jacket to palm my breast, thumbing my rigid, needy nipple as though he’d known about my nakedness all along.

Perhaps he did. He also knows exactly what to do with it, how to play with me until I’m drenched, trembling, moaning into his mouth.

I’m breathless when he finally releases me, with my pulse pounding in my ears and my clit throbbing in time.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He grins as he states the obvious. “What about panties?”

I suck air into my lungs and rake my fingers through my tangles, as though that might bring some order to my thoughts. When I start to pull my jacket closed, he stops me with a glance. Do I really think I can hide from him? “That’s none of your business.”

“Oh really? I disagree.” He sniffs. Mingling with the scents of brass polish and seasoned leather is the tidal fragrance of my wetness. “I’m willing to bet the price of this fancy ride that your pussy’s bare under your skirt.”

“Don’t be rash, Theo. Luxury Limos Limited charges six hundred dollars per hour…”

“Prove me wrong, then. Spread your legs, Rachel.”

“Don’t be silly…”

“Rachel. Are you really going to disobey me?” There’s that tone of authority again, out of nowhere, challenging me.

Why am I resisting? Why in the world did I go commando unless I wanted Theo to see?

Still, it’s hard for me to comply. I’m so used to being the one in charge.

Tom Sawyer paints the fence pink and other 21st century reboots

By Amanda Earl (Guest Blogger)

I’d like to see a literary reboot of Little Women where Jo is gender fluid and Laurie is the March family’s gay pal. Or a sequel to Tom Sawyer where Tom and Huck are a couple of old queens reminiscing about their shenanigans on the Mississippi.

The most unconventional romance I read this year was Glutton for Pleasure (Samhain Publishing Ltd, 2010) by Alisha Rai about a woman who falls in love with twin brothers. Spoiler Alert: they all end up together.

Society is bombarded by heteronormative monogamous tropes in our films, music, literature and general culture. I like to discover alternatives and offer them. My favourite characters are those who can’t or won’t even try to fit in to a white picket fence lifestyle where their goal is to own a house with a two-car garage, work at the same job all their lives and find “the one.”

I hear a new Bridget Jones movie is imminent. Wouldn’t it be cool if Darcy, Bridget and Daniel shacked up together in a bisexual love nest? Or to go back to “Pride and Prejudice,” instead of a remake with zombies, how about a remake with queers? Or queer zombies even.

I like plucky characters who struggle to figure out where they fit in. Some of my favourite recent reads were Daniel Allen Cox’s Mouthquake (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2015), set in Montreal, where a young gay man with a stutter tries to figure out his place in the world. It’s a beautifully poetic and poignant work. I love Heather O’Neill’s Lullabies for Little Criminals (Harper Collins, 2006) whose main character, Baby, is a thirteen-year-old girl with a drug-addicted father and no mother. She has to learn how to survive, squatting in old crumbling houses or on the streets with the hookers, pimps and con artists. Kid Stuff by Tom Walmsley (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2003) and pretty much all of his writing deal with people living lives of poverty on the wrong sides of the tracks who are dealing with violence and crime, and often struggling with their sexuality.

As a reader, I am always relieved when I read about such characters, whose lives represent more of what I’ve experienced. As a writer I feel the need to offer readers characters and stories that don’t fit in with the so-called (North) American dream of happiness and success.

I wrote a poetry book entitled Kiki (Chaudiere Books, 2014) inspired by Kiki of Montparnasse, a renegade model, cabaret singer, renaissance woman who fucked a lot of different artists in Montparnasse between the wars and didn’t apologize for it. And many of my stories so far (Coming Together Presents Amanda Earl, 2014) are about characters who rub against the smooth veneer of society.

My latest work, the erotic novel A World of Yes (DevilHouse, 2015) is about Bonnie Clowd, a thirty-five-year-old single woman who’s trying to figure out what she wants out of life. She’s not sure she’s cut out for monogamy or even heterosexuality, and is surrounded by people who are highly sexual and aren’t ashamed of being so. When I write, I can create the kind of world I want to exist with a few roadblocks along the way. That’s great fun and very satisfying.

I enjoyed writing the characters in A World of Yes, particularly Bonnie. I am fascinated by people and have an insatiable curiosity about their lives, their inner thoughts, the secrets they hide and their values. Bonnie gets herself into some silly situations that evoke Bridget Jones or Lucille Ball. Life is absurd and often full of comedic moments. I want my characters and my writing to reflect that as well.

I recently told a dear friend that I make up characters like I used to make up imaginary friends when I was a child and for the same reason: because I am lonely. I am lonely in a room full of people at a party. I don’t fit in with the status quo. I’m a polyamorous, happily married woman in my early 50s with an insatiable libido and a kinky side. I don’t find a lot of role models or kindred souls around either in real life or in fiction. I feel like I am an alien who came from a different planet.

Everything I write or create is an attempt to connect with fellow aliens. I have to believe they’re out there. Bonnie is one of them.

Here’s a short excerpt from A World of Yes, to reveal a wee bit about Bonnie’s character. A longer sample can be found on Smashwords.

I wrap myself in robe and sit on the bed to paint my toe and fingernails. I’ve never understood how other women manage to do this without making a huge mess and looking like accident victims. I have a hard time bending down to reach my toes. I’ve tried various contortions, feeling like a Cirque du Soleil acrobat. Often I call on Esmeralda or Charlene to help out, but there’s no time, so I plop my foot up on the Complete Shakespeare. ‘Out damned spot!’ I think as I take the nail polish remover and a cotton pad to remove the extra polish I’ve managed to schmoosh all over my toes, and even on my elbow somehow. The fingernails are easier, but I still have to sit around for a good fifteen minutes letting them dry. I have a habit of doing this at the very last minute so that they stay wet. It’s not unusual for me to walk out the door with a smush of nail polish on my index finger and a smear on my thumb.

Buy Links

A World of Yes on Amazon

A World of Yes on Smashwords

Coming Together Presents Amanda Earl

Kiki

Drawing for a free e-book! I’d love to hear your comments on any of the above. As incentive, I’ll be drawing a name out of the comments box on January 9 to receive a coupon for a free e-copy of A World of Yes.

About Me

Amanda Earl is a Canadian publisher, poet and pornographer who lives in Ottawa, Ontario. Her novel A World of Yes (DevilHousePress, 2015) is available as an e-book on Amazon and Smashwords. Her poetry book, Kiki came out with Chaudiere Books in 2014 and a collection of smutty fiction, Coming Together Presents Amanda Earl was published in 2014 also. Amanda is the managing editor of Bywords.ca, Ottawa’s literary hub and the fallen angel of AngelHousePress with its transgressive imprint, DevilHouse. After a near death experience/health crisis in 2009, Amanda insists on leading a vigorous life that focuses on love, lust and whimsy. Read about her in secret at http://amandaearl.com/ or connect with Amanda on Twitter @KikiFolle.

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