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Monday, May 26, 2014

Book Spotlight: Kink Club Blues by Eva Lefoy

I'm trying to keep up with my writing buddy, but she is WAY ahead of me in the book writing competition this year. I can't believe she has another release! Are you ready for some M/M kink? Kink Club Blues has some light BDSM which is just the way I like it. It is a fun quick read. Here are the details!

Kink Club Blues – Love Hurts, Book II
By Eva Lefoy
Publisher: MLR Press

My latest release is Kink Club Blues, book II in the Love Hurts series out now from MLR Press. In this installment, Paul and Geoffrey return from Paris and continue their sex-plorations. Geoffrey’s ex, Brian, denies a growing interest in Dom/sub play only to fall into the helpful arms of local kink club worker Gar, who’s more than happy to show Brian the pleasure to be had in submission…

Check out book I, Sex, Ties and Videotape, to read how Paul and Geoffrey’s relationship starts, and then enjoy watching Brian get his just deserts even more!

Here’s more about Kink Club Blues:


Brian finds out the hard way that once a top, always a top, doesn't apply to him.

Paul and Geoffrey return from their special trip to Paris. Paul plans to propose to Geoffrey but first, his urge to protect his lover drives him to close an old loophole. He visits Brian, demanding the original video he made of Geoffrey be destroyed.

Brian doesn't understand what Paul's upset about, or his dominant streak. But the clearer Paul's feelings for Geoffrey become to him, the more Brian desires to have a man love him the same way. Curiosity draws him to the local kink club, and into the arms of a man whose punishment gives him all he secretly craves.


A mountain of a man appeared before him, and he immediately stopped struggling, as though someone had pushed his obedience button. Gar.
“Causing trouble already? Just couldn’t wait for the full tour?”
Brian bit his lip. Behind him, he heard Paul going on about the video. Tattling on his former bad choices, making him sound like an ass. He watched Gar’s eyebrows lower and his lips frown.
“Is this true, Brian?”
Sighing, he nodded. “Yes, but—”
Gar stepped closer, waving the security guards off. The man exerted a pull on him he’d never experienced before. He stood there mesmerized, as Gar towered over him disapprovingly.
“So, you like to pick on subs do you?”
“No.” He shook his head emphatically. “It was a mistake. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know.” If he could only explain. More than anything, he hated the thought of Gar thinking ill of him. The desire to prove himself worthy, be accepted by Gar ate at him hard.
Gar eyed him curiously for so long Brian thought he’d turned to stone. “What did you really come here for tonight, Brian?”
Brian sucked both his lips in, trying not to whimper. His body surged with unfulfilled desire, and he unconsciously leaned toward Gar as though snagged by his orbit. But admitting what he wanted out loud, what he wanted Gar to do to him, frightened him even worse than Gar’s rejection.
Gar stepped closer so they were toe-to-toe. His hot breath fanned Brian’s cheeks. His gaze burned a hole through him, but his voice was soft and low. “Did you come here to get punished for your misdeeds, Brian?”
His cock leaked, his hips thrusting forward of their own accord. He fought valiantly, but in the end he could not resist Gar’s commanding presence. He licked his lips. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”
Gar’s gaze went from Brian’s cock to his face. His smile was ferocious, as though he’d eat him alive and lick him up. His fingers came to Brian’s neck and pinched.
Brian thrilled at the look and passed out at Gar’s feet.

Kink Club Blues

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Sex, Ties and Videotape

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Author Bio and Contact:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.





Sunday, May 25, 2014

The Winners are...

Thank you to everyone who helped make the Hop Against Homophobia a great success. I decided to pick two winners instead of one! The first name the Random Number Generator picked was Lena Gray and second name is Skeeter Lee.

I will be contacting you both shortly to find out if you would like The Virgin Madam or Saltwater Lover and what format you prefer. Congratulations and happy reading!


Saturday, May 17, 2014

Hop Against Homophobia

So today I’m posting as part of the Hop Against Homophobia. I people stop by and check out some of the other sites involved in the hop. There is a prize offered at each stop, but this is more than a blog hop with great reads and fun prizes. This is a blog hop for a cause. While we have made many gains recently in gaining acceptance we are a long way from wiping out Homophobia. We still need to open people’s minds and hopefully their hearts too.

May 17th is the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia.

I’ve always been accepting of the GLBT community. Many of my friends from high school on have been gay, lesbian or bi. It was never an issue for me. Naturally when I started writing romance I came up with many ideas involved GLBT characters.

Unfortunately, I live in a conservative town and not everyone accepts my writing (to say the least). I know this is nothing compared to those people who have a difficult time coming out to their families and friends. I feel for them I really do. I wish all the fear and hate would go away. Recently I’ve had people come to my door preaching that the world was coming to an end because we were legally allowing gay marriage. Yikes!

There are still some individuals not giving up on the ideas that have existed for hundreds of years. My favorite subject in school was history. I think that is why my favorite GLBT genre is historical romance. At least being gay or lesbian in the United States is not a crime. I often walk a fine line in my historical romances of being historically correct while ensuring the happy ending. I guess I like the added challenge.

Want to see how I did it?

Leave a comment for your chance to win either “Saltwater Lover” (M/M) or “The Virgin Madam” (F/F) in ebook form.

Saltwater Lover Blurb:

A slave and a ship’s captain. A doomed love. But one man, determined to follow his heart, will risk everything in a daring attempt to save the man he loves. Shiloh Saddler weaves a bittersweet tale in her newest historical romance, Saltwater Lover.

In 1800, Kojo is a native African with deep connections to the spirits—but those spirits choose not to save him from the slaving ship. He’s captured and taken aboard, where he meets Captain Mather. During the long journey to America, not even the spirits can save him from their growing attraction. Love blooms. A doomed love. For when they land, Kojo’s fate is to be sold.

Captain Mather can’t imagine Kojo being treated as a slave. Desperate to spare him from that life, the captain hides him, taking him to his home. When he’s blackmailed by a mutinous former crewmember, there seems little choice but to sell his ship and pay. Anything to save the man he loves.

The Virgin Madam Blurb:

After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the cancan for her each least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent Madam from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin Madam?

I hope you continue hopping!

Friday, May 2, 2014

Author Spotlight Double Takes by Kimber Vale

It is my pleasure to have another guest author on my blog fellow M/M and LSB author Kimber Vale. This post is smoking hot, I promise. *grin*

Thanks for hosting me, Shiloh!  I’m thrilled to be here sharing a little bit about my new release, Double Takes. This is the second book in my Shooting Stars series, but is a standalone. Of course, anyone who read the first book, Forever is Now, will recognize Chance and Alex in one special scene.

I think Double Takes has something for everyone: a kid, a dog, a wedding, sexy rock stars, a bit of a thrill ride surprise, super-fun secondary characters, and a wicked-hot romance. I hope y’all check it out!


Ah, the life of a rock star. Everyone thinks it’s nothing but sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

Not for Giovanni Savale.

For the lead singer of Three Deaf Mice, a band that reached its pinnacle in the late nineties, it’s nothing but an ugly divorce with a custody battle, money trouble, and now the nightmare exposure of starring in a reality television show. When his producer decides to cash in on an infamous interview Gio did years ago, and give the self-confessed bisexual rocker an onscreen boyfriend, things really hit the fan. Gio is certain his sexual experimentation back in his drug-abusing days meant nothing — after all he’s been married for nine years, clean and sober for nearly as long, and he has a son. And Gio is not remotely attracted to Kyrie, the funny, flamboyant actor they choose for his love interest. Of course, Lance Garrett, the mysterious and sexy owner of the local antique shop, Double Takes, is a whole different story. The guy has Gio planning out a future he never imagined. With the threat of losing all custody of his ten-year-old son, ghosts from the past returning for revenge, and the cameras rolling, can Gio keep his head above water and his heart from getting broken?


Lance’s hand on top of his stopped Gio from silencing the irritating voice.
Gio sat down heavily next to Lance, one hand still burdened by his dinner plate and the other sandwiched between Lance’s palm and the remote. He didn’t dare pull it away, and Lance apparently wanted to see the entire commercial because he kept Gio trapped there until it finished.

“What was that all about?” Lance’s warm fingers slid from Gio’s, leaving his hand cold.

“Ah, it’s dumb. The world’s most degrading way to make a paycheck.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Lance stared at something past Gio’s shoulder.

“The producers took some stupid poll and found out the viewers want to see me…” Gio paused in search of the right word. What the hell did people want to see? “They wanna see me squirm. They want to see a supposedly bisexual man drowning in the same-sex dating pool. It’s all bullshit—just for ratings.”

“So, you’re not really dating that guy?”

“No! Well, yeah, I have to for the show. But not really. It’s just a publicity stunt, you know?”
“So, you aren’t bi, then?” Lance cocked his head and skewered Gio with those intense hazel eyes.

“Yeah! No! I mean … it’s not like I…” What the fuck was he even trying to say? You’ve screwed around with guys before, ass munch.

The confused squint of the eyes staring back at him—moss-green with spikes of brown radiating from his pupils—told Gio his answer didn’t exactly make sense to Lance, either.

“I always wondered if those rumors were true before you got married.” Lance made it sound like a question.

“Well, you know how it is … when you’re young, and you party too much. Sometimes you do shit you wouldn’t normally do if you weren’t fucked up, right?” Gio gave a weak laugh.
Lance’s face was introspective and finally he shook his head. “When I was young and I partied too much, I never ended up in bed with a woman, so no … I don’t know.”

Hold the fucking phone. Something skipped inside Gio’s chest. It was nauseating and exhilarating all at once. Like a rollercoaster when it crests the top of a hill. He knew he was about to drop, he craved the intoxicating free fall, but was scared shitless at the same time.
Lance placed his dinner on the coffee table and turned to Gio.

What is going on? How do I even respond to that?

“So…?” Gio began, but then Lance’s right hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to those amazing eyes, his mouth closer to Lance’s flawless one.

Lips, soft yet firm and unbelievably full, pressed to Gio’s and his eyelids dropped like they were weighted. Fingers carded the hair at the back of his head and lured him to kiss back. Or maybe it was the faint spicy smell Gio now associated with Lance that made his lips pucker and nibble against the other guy’s delicious mouth. Gio detected a hint of lemon poppy seed dressing as he sucked a voluptuous bottom lip between his own.

Lance’s tongue darted out to lick Gio’s closed mouth, and Gio opened to suck in a surprised breath. Gio’s tongue had a will of its own. It touched Lance’s wet tip and they swirled together, exploring each other’s taste, marking new territory in the other’s domain.
A low rumble came from somewhere; Gio wasn’t sure if it was he or Lance who groaned. He wanted to grab the man sitting next to him, wanted to slide his hand up the inseam of his jeans and stroke his dick into dripping hardness. Gio’s own cock was filling, twitching against the constraints of his pants with each meeting of their tongues.

Oh my God, what the hell am I doing? Nothing about this kiss—hot slippery tongues meshing and soft bristles tickling his cheeks—nothing about it was like his memories of other men. Those were hazy and unreal and this was vibrant—electric. His conscience had long ago associated those fleeting, drugged sexual acts with perversion. He had swept them under the carpets of history along with his ancient addictions. But this kiss didn’t make him think of sinfulness and mistakes. It felt right, like nothing before ever had. It flooded his senses and his prick and had him aching for more, everything Lance had.

Gio pulled away from his thoughts and from Lance’s lips. His breath came in shallow gasps that exposed him as much as the bulge in his pants did. Lance slid his warm hand off Gio’s neck and took a shaky inhalation. Gio swallowed hard as he swiped his hair back with trembling fingers. His plate was still in the other hand, tilting precariously but fortunately not dumped all over the floor. He set it down on the table just as a cheer went up on the television.

The Red Sox had scored a home run. I only got to first base, but man I was close to dropping to my knees and knocking this one out of the park. What the fuck?

Lance took a long pull off his water. Gio watched him out of the corner of his eye while he pretended to be enraptured by Big Papi jogging the bases. He had no clue what he should do or say. I’m not really into guys didn’t seem at all right anymore. Lance made it easy for him.
“Hey, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to freak you out. Just wanted to give you something to think about and you can get back to me on it.” He gave a half smile that was sexy as hell.

Kimber Vale writes romance of all stripes, from hot hetero stories to mouthwatering men falling in love (under the name K. Vale). Keep up with Kimber’s news and follow all her tour stops on her blog:  and friend/follow her on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story.

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