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Release Me by Iyana Jenna

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Thank you very much, Nikki, for having me today to talk about my Romance on the Go book, Release Me. It came out on June 28 from Evernight Publishing.

Before I go on with the book, I’d like to talk a bit about how to handle negative criticism. To me negative criticism is just the same with the positive one. I will listen and pay attention to both of them because they are all important. For negative criticism, I will read carefully what those critics tell me and do something about it. If it’s something that I need to improve, I will gladly do it. But if it has nothing to do with my writing or my genre, then I’ll just forget it and move on. There are some things I learn from the writing business. One is that you can never please everyone. There are always people who are not satisfied with what you write or just not into it. Yet there is a silver lining with this condition. Not everybody will hate your book. Even if someone says your book is terrible and isn’t worth your money, there are always others who happen to like what you write. Because, yeah, people do like different kinds of books.

 

Blurb:

Taking a break from dealing with his father’s clients on legal matters, Nicholas Haynes went out to the sea on his yacht—only to find a man floating in the water. The man was still alive, much to Nicholas’s relief.

Gregory Phillips was a private investigator and his last job almost turned him into fish food if not for Nicholas. Little did he know that the main suspect in his case was one of Nicholas’ father’s clients. When Nicholas insisted on taking care of Gregory after the incident that almost killed him, can he trust Nicholas enough with his life?

 

Excerpt:

Stanley Haynes threw the newspaper, and it landed with a slap on Nicholas’s plate. The headlines blared at Nicholas as though his father had shouted at him.

Heir to US Banking Chain Wedded?

“You ever plan to tell us about this, Nicholas?”

Nicholas glanced briefly at his mother sitting across from him, but she kept stirring the cooling coffee in her cup. Nicholas could see a smile flicker in her eyes. He shrugged.

“Come on, Dad. You know it was impossible for me to talk about it before everything was done.”

“Are you saying you don’t trust me, or your mom—” Stanley threw a glance at his wife, and his eyes widened. “You knew about this?”

She threw her hands up.

“God, no, honey. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“All right, all right.” Stanley took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Is it that Phillips guy?”

“Of course. Who else?” Nicholas grinned.

His mother went back to stirring her coffee. Her voice was calm when she asked, “When was it, Nicholas? How come both of us didn’t know anything about it?”

“A moment after Greg was released from the hospital.”

“Wow. That fast?”

Nicholas chuckled. “Yeah. Now you can’t accuse me of being a playboy anymore.”

“That’s good, dear.” His mother took his hand, and Nicholas squeezed hers gently. “So those journalists—they just found out the other day?”

“They’ve just seen this ring, that’s all.” Nicholas lifted his left hand and eyed the simple platinum band around his ring finger. Gregory had exactly the same kind of ring around his finger.

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A month earlier

It was the lulling sounds of the waves and the gentle breeze above the vast, boundless ocean that Nicholas loved most. He could spend days, even weeks, drifting seemingly without any course and purpose on his boat, all by himself. After months dealing with his father’s clients about legal matters, he was always desperate for some time alone. Sometimes he just couldn’t understand why he had to work twice as hard as the other employees in his father’s bank when he was his only son. However, most of the time, he just couldn’t see it any other way. His father was not the type to want to spoil his family. Everyone had to earn what life had given to them. Nobody was allowed to simply ask and receive.

Today, though, he ended up not alone.

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A little about me:

Hi!

I’m Iyana Jenna and you can call me Iyana. I like writing, romance, and man love so as you can see on this site, you’re mostly going to find m/m stories whether they are for adults or young adults. They are not going to be too heavy on explicit sex, though, as many say that my stories are considered sweet romance.​

When I don’t write, I teach English to children, teens, and adults. I also work in the curriculum and materials department in an institution. Among my responsibilities are writing books and tests.

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One commenter will get a copy of my e-book by the end of July. So please read and comment! ^__^

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Truth Be Told by Tamsin Baker

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“How was the wedding last night?” Liam began spooning noodles onto Patrick’s plate and then put some on his own. “This smells awesome.”

Patrick sat and began dividing the satays between them.

“Yeah, lucky they make it so hot or it wouldn’t have made the trip still warm. The wedding was good. My first cousin, Amelia, was the bride. My mum spent the whole night pushing me towards her friends.”

A burning jealousy gripped Liam’s insides but he forced himself to smile. “So, you picked up then?”

Patrick paused, chicken satay halfway to his mouth, then burst out laughing. “You think I … Are you kidding?” He continued to laugh.

Liam threw a butterfly into his mouth, the fried batter causing him to almost choke. He wasn’t used to such rich foods.

Patrick stood up and moved towards him around the table. Liam tilted up his face and was rewarded with a quick kiss before Patrick sat back down, still chortling.

“Liam, I may not be out of the closet, but I haven’t been able to get it up for a woman in almost ten years.”

Liam relaxed. He’d worried for a moment that he was dealing with more than he could handle. He could compete well with other men, but if Patrick was truly bi- he didn’t really stand a chance. “Good, then you won’t be tired for me.”

“Tired?” Patrick groaned and took a long swig of his soft drink. “The only reason I’m tired is because I couldn’t sleep without you.”

Liam watched in fascination as his lover shut his mouth with an audible snap and blushed brightly. It looked like he hadn’t meant to share that piece of information.

Maybe Patrick would feel less embarrassed if he shared something too? “I pulled myself off thinking about you last night. How your mouth felt around me, how hot your cock was, everything.” He felt his cock thicken in his jeans whilst he said the words, he wanted Patrick now.

Patrick set his fork down and opened his lips to draw a bigger breath, his pupils even dilated.

Liam stood up first and walked around the small table. He reached down and pulled Patrick up to him. Once level, face to face, he thrust his pelvis into Patrick’s and felt the hard ridge along his fly. Thank God he wasn’t the only one affected.

“I have missed you. How crazy is that?”

Liam couldn’t stop the honest words. He had never wanted anyone with this much intensity before.

In answer, Patrick’s hands slid up under his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he ducked his head and sucked on one of Liam’s nipples. Liam moaned as sharp teeth grazed his sensitive flesh. Patrick straightened again and Liam pulled at the boring white t-shirt which he hated.

Liam looked his lover straight in the eye, “You better not want to top tonight, because I need your arse.”

Patrick kicked his feet out of his shoes and dropped his jeans to the floor.

Commando. Awesome.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Patrick looked him up and down, “We could take turns again.”

Liam laughed and dropped his own jeans. They pooled around his ankles and he quickly stepped out of them. “If you’re still hard after I fuck you, then be my guest.”

He arched an eyebrow at his lover. Challenge set.

They both moved at the same time. Arms went around each other, lips fusing together. Their tongues thrust, dueling for supremacy as they showed their passion for one another with actions rather than words.

Liam pulled back, panting and held out his hand. He really needed to keep lube and condoms in every room of his house.

Patrick took it without question and followed him into the bedroom.

He went to get a condom but Patrick stopped him. “Allow me.”

His lover ripped open the foil and pulled out the rubber, then carefully rolled it onto him. Liam sighed in bliss.

Patrick poured the lube into his hand and rubbed his cock well. “How do you want me lover? Top gets to choose.”

Liam wanted him right now, he didn’t really care how. But he did like seeing Patrick’s face while they fucked.

“Let’s try the position we left out the other day.”

Patrick looked at him, confusion written all over his face.

Liam lay down in the middle of the bed, his cock pointing up, hard and aching to feel Patrick. “Come sit on me.”

He put his arms out and beckoned to his lover. He was beyond patience. If Patrick didn’t hurry then he would be just bending him over the bed and driving into him over and over again.

“You want me to mount you?”

Liam beckoned again with his hands, “Come here. You’ll like it.”

Eyebrows still furrowed, Patrick crawled across the bed and swung his leg over Liam’s waist.

The warmth and weight of Patrick’s arse was heaven. Liam reached up and began to stroke Patrick’s hard cock. Such a nice, thick dick. He could easily get used to having this all the time.

“So, what about you, Liam?” Patrick asked as he leaned forward into Liam’s grip and lubed up his own arse.

“Me?” He was falling into space, his pleasure at feeling Patrick’s weight, touching his cock, and looking into those beautiful brown eyes were shutting off the rest of his brain.

“Did you pick up the past few nights at your club?”

Liam laughed and let go of Patrick’s cock. He wrapped both hands around his lover’s waist and lifted him up, positioning him right over his own cock. “Lower yourself down. I’m going crazy here.”

Patrick reached under him and positioned the pole he was to be impaled upon.

“Tell me, Liam.”

Liam scowled, trying to thrust up, but Patrick held him back.

What was the question? His mind cleared as though blown out by a leaf blower.

“Patrick, I don’t want anyone else but you.”

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Bio:

Tamsin Baker read sexy romance for years, skipping the story to find the ‘good bits’. When she found Erotic romance and Erotica, it was like coming home to people who understood what she needed in her books. When it was time to write, the world expanded and she knew this was what she wanted to do forever.


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YA A Granted Wish and Glowing Dim as an Ember by Iyana Jenna

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This is a part of my blogging in ‘A Granted Wish’ Blog Tour (that now will also feature another story with the title of ‘Glowing Dim as an Ember’) and I’d like to extend my gratitude to Nikki Prince for the opportunity to guest blog on her site. On to my stories

A Granted Wish

Genre: M/M Young Adult
Word count: 1,600
Summary: Being told over and over that he is too young to have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend as the case may be, 15-year-old Cody sends a wish to whoever up there willing to grant it.

This story was inspired by the movie Blue Lagoon and I playfully dubbed it Blue Lagoon 2. It has silliness of a boy that is entangled in a case of ‘be careful what you wish for.’

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Excerpt

Kyle inches slowly, creeps in, and, stealing a quick glance towards the boy sitting next to him, he smiles. He looks down; can feel their fingers entwined together underneath their school bags. He loves seeing the blush on the other boy’s face, feel the slight tremor running through his hand–though from excitement or fear he knows not. They are inside the school bus after all.
He swallows his disappointment when Aiden pulls his hand back. Right. He tries not to show his feeling, looks up and sees the boy’s shy smile toward him, making him feel warm all over.
That’s exactly what he feels every time Aiden is around. In the classroom, at PE sessions, during breaks. He can’t wait. Can’t wait to see him again once he loses sight of him.
“Kyle? What are you doing out there? Get inside and change. Dinner’s ready.”
Startled, Kyle whirls around to find his dad standing at the doorway. He doesn’t realize he’s been standing at the gate, watching the bus that carries Aiden vanish round the corner at the end of the street.

Glowing Dim as an Ember

Genre: Young Adult
Word count: 2,700
Summary: 14 year-old Etienne keeps getting flashes of someone else’s memories. Dancing bears and painted wings are not exactly the things he meets every day especially since he is just a homeless boy living on the cold streets of Paris.
This story was inspired by a song Once Upon a December and the story of Anastasia, the lost princess from Russia. But it’s by no means a story of her as this one is a tale of the boy Etienne and another named Eric in the year of 1840 and before.
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Excerpt
At first he thought he heard it from afar, the roar of a gun blaring, a voice screaming. Or perhaps it was a dream.
But someone was pounding at the door, and he leaped out of bed. Feet entangled in the blankets, he nearly toppled face first onto the floor when a pair of hands caught him and he gasped, panicked.
“You have to go. You have to go!”
“Mama?”
His mother grabbed his boots and pulled them onto his feet, then snatched up his coat and put it on him; she pushed him urgently toward the window.
“Mama!”
His room was on the second story and though the snow outside was thick and soft to cushion his fall, it was pitch black and he really didn’t want to stumble around, cold and with probably a sprained ankle as well.
"Go!" His mother was getting hysterical. “Anna is waiting outside. You will be safe.”
A Granted Wish will be out on April 28, 2013 and Glowing Dim as an Ember on May 5, 2013.
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Twisted Cherry by Piper Kay

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Blurb:

Evan is hiding his urges for other men the only way he knows how–by pretending to live a life of wenching, and by seeking the needle of tattoo artists who impart a kind of guilty pain. But when he meets Gabe, owner of the Twisted Cherry tattoo parlor, he can’t hide his desire for the hot and sexy guy. Gabe, openly gay, proceeds to show Evan how he can be tattooed not just by a needle, but by stinging hot love too.

Excerpt:

Gabe flashes his catch sexy smile at me, as he slides his hands up under my shirt. He lifts my shirt over my head and throws it over the side of the couch. I’m now standing buck naked for the first time in my life, in front of a man. My nerves are shot.

He guides my hands, helping me remove his shirt too. I step completely out of my pants leg that’s still around my ankle. He looks me up and down with an eat-me-up grin.

Admiring his chest, the firmness and build of his pecs, I spread my hands across him. He’s tight and hard. The small amount of chest hair tickles my fingertips. God, this man is fucking lickable.

Gabe wraps both arms around me, pulling me forcefully into him. The feel of our naked chests, skin to skin, hardens my dick again and there’s no way to stop it. Shit, I don’t want to stop it.

His nipples rise into hard nubs and push against mine. Running my hands along his back, I trace the muscular curves in his back. He takes my ass into his hands, squeezing me tight, but gentle.

He slips his hands around to my front and squats a little. He begins tracing his fingers inside my thighs, up and down, teasing.

Gabe takes my hands and leads them to the button on his pants. He begins giving me kisses again. His tongue parts my lips, and his kisses are more tender than a woman’s. Saucy-sweet.

I unbutton his jeans, then slide the zipper down. I can feel him under his jeans, but he isn’t hard. How does he do that? I am at full attention here. He caresses my hands. Shit, they’re shaking from nerves.

Guiding my hands, he leads me to his waistband. Together, we slip his jeans over his hips and down his legs. He kicks his boots off and with his foot he guides his jeans off, one leg after the other.

He pulls back from the kiss, and stands there, not moving. I stare into his eyes, lost. I gaze down his bulging chest muscles, admiring the tattoo he has located right above his belly button. It looks like a portal of some sort. I reach with my finger tips and trace it. Continuing to look downwards, past the wicked navel, I see him in all his glory. He’s fucking magnificent.

Again, he guides my hands to him, to touch him. I’ve never touched another man. All I know is what feels good to me, so I wrap my hands around his cock like I would my own. I slowly stroke him, and he does the same for me.

Gabe is showing me every step of this. What he does to me, I do to him. It’s like follow the leader. Unable to resist, I move my mouth to his neck, licking him. His taste is kind of like sweat on leather, but also sweet. I smell his cologne. He’s wearing Stetson, my favorite. I lick and swirl my tongue up to his ear and nibble his lobe. He moans, and I almost get off just hearing him. This is the most satisfying sound I have ever heard in my fucking life.

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Bio:

Piper Kay is a good ole’ country girl at heart, being born and raised in a small Texas town outside of the Houston area. As a mother of three, she spent most of her adult life dedicated to raising her family. With her children almost grown, she decided to fulfill her favorite saying “One day I’m going to write a book.” She is currently published with Evernight Publishing. Be sure to keep in touch with her on her facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/piper.kay.1

The Golden Cock by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

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THE GOLDEN COCK (NAUGHTY FAIRY TALE) BLURB:

Kind-hearted Vincent Stowe spent years with an inferiority complex until, one day, after accepting to help an older woman with an odd request he receives a life-changing gift.
“Ice Duchess” Brielle is desperate for a solution to her inability to orgasm, so when word about a man with a magical cock reaches her ears, she decides that he just might be what she needs.
Will Vincent’s "Golden Cock" be enough for the "Ice Duchess", or will something else come to play along the way?
Be Warned: multiple partners, MFM, FFM, m/m sex, f/f sex

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Blog: www.inadreambeyond.blogspot.com

Website: www.elyzabethmvaley.weebly.com

Excerpt:

“Turn around.” His voice was gruff, his need evident to his ears. Could she hear it too?
His fingers rested for a fraction of a second against the nape of her neck. She froze. Skimming his digits over her shoulders and down her back, the corner of his lips lifted as he heard her exhale heavily. Skillfully, he worked the clasps of her corset and tossed the material on the bed. Wandering back to the mirror, he continued to adjust it. He needed to distance himself from her before succumbing to the temptation she was.
When he looked up again, she had removed her chemise. Pale, perfect skin gleamed under the dancing candle light. Terse breasts with large pink nipples waved hello and a honey-colored thatch called him to come closer and explore. He swallowed dryly. His balls felt heavy and his cock was stiff as a rod. This was going to be much harder than he thought.
“Lie on the bed, lean back on your elbows and keep your legs open.” His voice came out husky and low and he cleared it loudly. Brie nodded and obeyed without a word.
“Can you see your pussy?” he asked, moving the mirror.
She shook her head. “No,” she croaked.
Vincent bit his lip, unsure how to proceed. He needed to prop her up on something so she could gather a better view of her sex. By her words, he had the distinct feeling that Brie was never excited enough when she took men into her chamber. She needed to see how wet and desirable her pussy became when it was really ready to be plundered and she needed to experience her own touch. He swallowed hard as an idea occurred to him.
“Here.” Placing the mirror in a slight angle, he climbed up in bed with her. Spreading his legs around her, he sat so that her back was resting against his chest and her ass was resting between his thighs.
“Open up,” he whispered into her ear. Nodding, she spread her legs. Vincent clenched his fists at his side. He wanted to touch her, to feel that soft skin underneath his fingertips, to taste every inch of that delectable morsel.
“Can you see now?”
“Yes.”
He took in a deep breath. Darn, she smelled good. Clean, like lilacs. She wriggled and her hair tickled his nose, the skin of her thigh rubbing against his leg and making his dick throb with unspent desire.
“What do you see?”
“Hair,” she murmured. He felt her swallow and tremble slightly. Oh, how he wanted to wrap himself around her. No, Vincent.
“Use your hands and open yourself wider.”
“What?” She tilted her head to look at him, her expression confused.
Unable to hold back, Vincent brushed his lips over hers. A current of sorts zinged over his lips at the contact.
“Okay,” he said. “Let’s start slower. Caress your thighs, up and down. That’s right.”
He watched carefully as Brie rubbed her fingertips over her skin, coming closer to her quim at every upward stroke. Vincent closed his eyes. The view was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. His cock wept, hidden underneath his robe, and pressed to her back. “Gently, pass your hand over your pussy.”
He felt her breath hitch as her mouth fell open in shock. However, she did not deny him but simply followed his command with a dry swallow. His Adam’s apple bobbed as she ran her hand over her damp thatch.
“Do it again,” he whispered. “Only this time, allow your fingers to touch more of that area,” he urged, his own breath coming out in a rasp.
He briefly glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was disheveled, his face flushed. He wanted to buck his hips but he kept steady, giving Brie the opportunity she’d probably been denied all her life: to find her own release. Her hands found her vagina again, but this time she didn’t skim over the curly hairs, but parted them and explored the sticky wetness in between. Had he been standing further away he would have missed it, but pressed behind her, her moan was like a punch to his stomach, feeding the flame of his passion. Vincent closed his eyes, swallowing the groan in his throat and willing himself to relax.
“Again,” he said without opening his eyes.
She repeated the movement, but just as she was about to slide her fingers down to her thighs, he grabbed her hand with his left. Spreading her fingers, he forced her to delve deeper and slide the digits over the fold and curls of her pussy, spreading the wet dew lingering there.
“Vincent,” she whispered his name, her head falling against his shoulder, her body tensing slightly as he led her fingers to caress and touch her vulva repeatedly. Her wet moisture spread from her fingers to his, coating them. He groaned loudly.
“Don’t stop.” Pulling back, he brought his fingertips to his mouth and licked off the sweet honey. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror, desire clashing against desire.

Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.