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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Book Spotlight: Phantom Desire by Houston Havens

Hi Shiloh, it’s so great to be here with you and your viewers today. I’m very excited to be sharing with all of you my news…

Phantom Desire, book two of my Psychic Ménage series is doing fabulously well…all five star reviews since its release.

Phantom Desire is a book I was very nervous about releasing because of the subject matter. It deals with death and the pain of acceptance, and finding love again.

The other reason I was anxious about this book is because book one, Sinful Surrender had been so well received by my readers and fans I was worried about letting them down. Like an awesome movie ~ how many of us are let down when the sequel flops? I was worried Phantom Desire might disappoint since it was what I call a ‘bridge’ book (books that carry the ‘series’ plot forward with the H/H plot taking a secondary spot) in the series.

But I am happy to announce Phantom Desire has surpassed Sinful Surrender and some of my readers and fans are calling it their favorite book in the series so far…and all are looking forward to book three to be released in the first part of the new year.

I hope you enjoy the spotlight of Phantom Desire.


He rolled her beneath him once again and smothered her neck, cheeks, and forehead with smooches before placing a lusty one on her lips. It was a kiss filled with an unearthly love, a kiss so intense it molded her in a mystical cocoon of gossamer energy, instantly drawing her thoughts to the passion they shared and a love that would forever and always be theirs.
His adoration consumed her mind, body, and soul; securing her in his glittery twilight world, giving her life with each driving force of his cock.
“Oh, yeees.” Unable to contain her own virile cravings, she gasped as the heat of their ardent passion returned. Moving her arms down from his neck she wrapped them around his broad shoulders, caging his muscled chest to her breasts for warmth as he stroked his large member into her again and again. Their passions consumed them like a wildfire. Every inch of her body hungered to feel as much of him pressed against her as she could. Only he could saturate this internal fire burning deep inside her frigid heart. She was desperate to feel alive again.
But haunting thoughts stalked her, lurking in the darkened alleyways of her mind. Brooding reflections threatened to rush to the forefront of her forgetful memory, threatening her well-being with exposure. She wasn’t the kind of woman who took well to threats, not even her own, but her gut warned what she couldn’t remember was unpleasant. Mentally, she was on the run to escape the uncertain skulking images and the large sage-violet eyes watching her. 

A multi-genre story: Erotic Romance, Ménage (MFMM), Paranormal, Fantasy, Futuristic, Suspense, Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Light BDSM, and Psychics.

Release Date: Sept 1, 2014
ISBN: 978-1500952563

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Tag Line:  I can have sex with any woman I want. But I can love only one…that one is you.

Mind traveler Chandra Lamar is on the run, not only from her post-catastrophic dystopian government but from a past she can’t remember. A psychic vision pushes her to recall her purpose for being, but it’s a ghost that awakens her desires for a life she fears she’ll never have. Both push her to remember the past because it threatens what she wants in the now; the Nodin men.

Andonis Nodin battles to accept his failures. The heavy burden nearly breaks him when he can’t save a loved one from the grim reaper’s grip and questions his desire for Chandra, the woman he blames for the death around him.

Nikias finds true love with Chandra in his arms, but is desperate to stop her from seeking revenge on a mission he knows is a one way trip.

Ortello knows for them to recapture the love they once felt for each other, he must be willing to let her go. But overcoming his obsession to make Chandra his and his alone isn’t easy.

Will Chandra go through with the vengeance in her heart or give it up for love? Who is the powerful woman in her haunting visions and will those revealing apparitions crumble her world with the Nodin clan? Does Chandra find true love in the arms of the Nodin men or does her Phantom Desire forever own her heart?   

Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series and numerous articles in literary magazines.

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Monday, September 29, 2014

#MasturbationMonday Roman Style #historical #erotic #LGBTQ excerpt

This is my second time participating in Masturbation Monday. I'd like to thank everyone for commenting on last week's post. I greatly appreciated the encouraging response. I'm sharing an excerpt from my new release Private Pleasure that is a followup to last week's.

In case you missed last week's Livia, a member of the Roman elite, shares a secret Sapphic relationship with her slave Naomi. Their relationship is threatened when her father proclaims that she is to marry the powerful Senator Felix.

Now they want to enjoy every day they have left together.


Naomi studied her domina. Her naturally golden hair was highly prized, and helped gain her a desirable husband, a dashing and respected senator.
Naomi pushed back her jealousy. She didn’t like the idea of the man taking liberties with Domina’s body. The layers of ringlets which Naomi had carefully formed this morning fell to the sides and back of Domina’s shoulders creating great volume.
Her hazel eyes held a mixture of care and passion, crowned by delicately arched brows. Her deep red lips curled into a contented smile. Adorned in gold and jeweled bracelets she looked like a goddess. At eighteen winters she was old for a bride, but her father hadn’t been in a hurry to marry off his only daughter. He’d worked hard to gain an advantageous alliance with her marriage. To help aid his efforts, he gifted her with silken stolas and other finery.
Naomi sucked on Domina’s breast through the expensive cloth, taking as much into her mouth as she could.
Kisses feathered across Naomi’s forehead, cheeks, and chin. Smooth, feminine hands brushed up her spine and forcefully grasped her dark locks. The twinge of pain renewed the fire between her legs.
Domina directed her to suck the other breast. The silk, smooth in her mouth, molded well over Domina’s well-endowed chest. She grabbed every man’s attention when at a party or other social gathering. Right now, though, she was all Naomi’s.
Realizing their chances to indulge in their secret trysts could be running short, she renewed her efforts. Pain seared her chest at the thought. Over the past years never once had a day gone by that they had been separated from each other. Domina’s wedding could slice through her world like a sword, cutting them apart.
If that was the case she wanted to leave a lasting impression. She didn’t want Domina to forget their connection, to forget the way she made her feel, and made her come.
Her breasts soaking wet, nipples taut under the tunica, Domina stretched her neck to the side.
Naomi rose to her knees and took the silent direction, trailing light kisses across her sensitive skin. Domina breathed heavier, their breasts pressed against each other. Naomi felt every breath, every heartbeat, every shudder.
Naomi inhaled Domina’s expensive Iris perfume. Iris, a dainty, fragile flower, fit Domina well. The scent excited Naomi, her stomach coiled with heat.
Domina threaded her fingers through Naomi’s hair and a shiver crawled up Naomi’s spine. Every intimate touch from Domina only increased her hunger and desire for more.
Naomi covered every uncia of her alabaster neck. She kissed the tip of her chin, and then tried to kiss her lips, but Domina moved backward and the kiss turned into a merely awkward brush.
Naomi scrambled off the bed and followed, not wanting their intimacy to end so soon.
Domina pushed Naomi to the floor, forcing her to kneel at her feet. The commanding action sped Naomi’s heartbeat.
The spicy aroma of Domina’s intimate need filled the room and made Naomi tingle. She gently pushed up the ankle-length tunica, caressing and massaging her calves and working her way up her thighs.
Domina closed her eyes. “Mmm,” she said softly.
Naomi grinned, her chest warming at the sight of Domina’s bliss.
The wafting scent of Domina’s arousal was so intoxicating it took all her self-control to not plunge her face between her thighs.
Domina clasped her hands behind Naomi’s head and guided her face to her mound. Her heart fluttered, thankful it was time to taste her. Desire flooded her veins.
“Now,” Domina mouthed.
Naomi leaned forward, placing both hands on Domina’s thighs, spreading her open further. Naomi moaned, breathing in Livia’s secret lust for her.
Naomi looked forward to this moment every night, eating up every moment of intimacy before she got Domina ready for bed. Naomi reached out and ran her fingers through her blond pubic curls. Her tongue teased between Domina’s lower lips. The tangy flavor encouraged Naomi to lick more. She slid her tongue over the swollen sensitive flesh of her mistress’s clit.
Domina gasped and then clenched her teeth together.
Naomi’s head swam with the heady taste. Domina tasted rich and luscious, flavored with forbidden pleasure.
“Yes,” Domina encouraged in a breathy whisper. “More.”
Naomi pushed her tongue deeper, enjoying how Domina moaned.
Domina put her fingers in her mouth to prevent any louder sounds.
She curled the tip of her tongue along the hard bead within Domina’s moist folds. Her lick, merely a whisper, caused Livia to pant and gasp above her.
Not bothering with an order, she pushed Naomi’s head deeper between the juncture of her legs.
Naomi doubled her efforts. She sucked at the swollen bead, spreading Domina’s legs wider to keep herself from toppling over.
A throaty growl escaped Domina’s finger-filled mouth.
Eager to please, she pulled hard on the woman’s clit with her lips, wanting to bring Livia to the edge.
The cool air brushed against her naked body doing little to relieve the heat spreading across her skin. Her mound felt slippery again, the scent of her arousal mixing with Domina’s.
Her thighs quivered and Livia reached down, holding her shoulders to steady her.
Naomi rocked her hips, but knew there was nothing to provide her with the needed friction. She wouldn’t be able to come again until Domina provided assistance…or asked her to touch herself. She didn’t care which. She needed relief. Soon.
“Me first,” Domina said.
Naomi nodded, her tongue continuing to lave the moist folds.
Domina thrust her hips outwards, pressing herself against Naomi’s tongue. Her movements grew faster and more desperate.
Naomi ignored her aching cheeks, focusing only on Domina’s pleasure. She flattened her tongue and circled the sensitive bead, knowing how to push her over the peak. Domina bit her wrist to muffle her sounds of pleasure.
Naomi continued to alternately lick and suck, feeling Domina’s every contraction. The rich taste washed across her tongue and she swallowed all of the delicious juice she could.
Domina quit shaking and Naomi pulled back, taking a deep breath. Her head felt fuzzy from the rush. She licked her lips to catch any remaining drops.
“You were so good,” Domina praised. With one finger, she traced Naomi’s jawline.
Naomi’s heartbeat thundered in her chest. Domina was her goddess, her touch heavenly.

Friday, September 26, 2014

My Sexy Saturday: Role Reversal

Get your sexy on!

I'm dusting off an old WIP for My Sexy Saturday. Role Reversal is currently in edits and will be released December 1st!

This little novella is a M/M historical with light BDSM elements and will be the first in His Dark Master series because there is so much more of Robert and Andrew's story I have left to tell.

For now here are 7 sentences. :)

The more time he spent with Robert the more he desired him. The heat nearly unbearable, he pulled off his coat and vest. Taking off all his clothes, the fever remained. Only fucking him would bring relief.

Robert’s gaze roamed his masculine body starting at broad shoulders and working lower. The appreciation in his eyes elicited a tiny shiver. The small man approved.

Now I hope you will keep hopping and check out the other authors participating in this week's My Sexy Saturday. More sexiness is a good thing, right? Click here.

Monday, September 22, 2014

#MasturbationMonday in Ancient Rome #historical #erotic and #LGBTQ excerpt

This is my first time participating in Masturbation Monday. I'm sharing an excerpt from my new release Private Pleasure. Livia, a member of the Roman elite, shares a secret Sapphic relationship with her slave Naomi. Their relationship is threatened when her father proclaims that she is to marry the powerful Senator Felix.

Now they want to enjoy every day they have left together.


Long brown tresses cascading across her shoulders, Naomi backed up to the bed and lay down, raising her arms above her head. This seductive move showed off her curves, especially the swell of her bosom and accentuated the rise of her mons.
“You’re beautiful,” Livia said, approaching her.
Naomi’s smile brightened. “Thank you, Domina.
She stood at the foot of the bed, between Naomi’s splayed legs. Her hands traveled across her knees, up her thighs, then dipping down to her mound, already beginning to glisten with desire.
Naomi gasped at the caress, pleasure seeping through her gaze.
Livia delighted in her power over the enslaved Venus. Their debauchery was shunned, but Naomi had not complained when Livia had first asked to see all of her and drank in every compliment showered upon her.
Livia leaned over and brushed kisses across Naomi’s smooth belly, blazing a trail lower.
Naomi’s bosom rose and fell in rapid succession, her fingers intertwined in the bed sheets. She knew not to move, not to make a sound.
Naomi slipped a finger inside her, feeling the moist heat and delighting in the wetness, and in Naomi’s tiny moan.
“Shh,” Livia said.
Naomi bit her lip and held her breath.
Livia slowly probed her lovers heated core, thrusting the digit in and dragging it back out.
Naomi’s head tipped back, the curve of her neck available for kissing.
Shifting her body, straddling the prone woman with one leg on the bed, Livia licked and kissed her neck and throat. Her finger continued their languid fucking.
Frustration began to show on Naomi’s face, Livia could not hold back a laugh. The woman wanted more, needed more.
Livia added a second finger and increased the pace of her ministrations.
Naomi hissed.
Livia shook her head, reminding Naomi to remain silent.
No one must know of their private pleasures. If their secret was ever exposed, both of them would be courting disaster. Most likely Naomi would be sold and a disgraced Livia would bring shame upon her family… She’d be lucky if all her father did was disown her and banish her from her home. The laws would allow him to do much worse things.
Naomi’s nipples stood taut, erect. Livia abandoned her neck, latched onto the right one and sucked deeply. She rolled the hardened bud with her tongue until Naomi gasped.
The woman just couldn’t keep quiet this evening. Livia muffled the woman’s mouth with her own, slipping her tongue into the open mouth, claiming it, mastering it.
Naomi moaned, the noise swallowed by Livia’s mouth. The sensation of their lips pressed together made Livia’s nether region throb and her juices flow. She kissed Naomi with pent up passion, her fingers continuing their teasing.
Their intimacy was a treasure she held dear, a closely guarded secret. She always saw that Naomi was satisfied and the woman returned the favors.
Livia teased her, dragged it out as long as she could, watching Naomi writhe on the bed, silently begging for more.
Livia shifted her mouth to Naomi’s left nipple, giving it the same attention as the right one, pinching, licking and sucking. When she pulled back her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh.
Naomi was so wet her fingers easily slipped within the woman’s moist heat. Naomi panted, but did not say a word.
Livia kneaded the woman’s now wet breasts hard, but not rough enough to bruise the tender pale skin.
Naomi’s mouth gaped open and Livia feared she would cry out, but the scream was silent.
“You like this, don’t you?” Livia cooed.
“Yes, Domina,” Naomi rasped. Her voice sounded from deep in her throat, almost a grunt.
She was holding back and Livia loved to torture her. But now it was time.
Ready to bring her bliss, Livia worried the protruding bud within Naomi’s nether lips with a finger. A tremor rippled across her servant’s flesh.
Livia’s heart ached to not only give Naomi pleasure but freedom as well. When she had been but a young girl she’d asked father for that favor which he quickly denied. A slave could only be freed if they had a way to support themselves, and a woman was required to find a husband, first. Livia didn’t know if she could let Naomi go. Could she share her sweet body with a man?
Suddenly Naomi’s body tensed and Livia knew she was close. Her heart ached at the thought of their parting. She couldn’t leave her. Her melancholy would be enough to drive her husband into madness.
Livia increased the pace of her finger thrusts wanting to watch Naomi come to pieces. The woman sank her teeth into her plump lip and her eyes widened. She came hard, gushing onto Livia’s hand.
Livia continued playing with the bead until the aftershocks ended, delighting in every whimper escaping Naomi’s clamped lips.
Livia dried off her hand on a scrap of cloth. Naomi’s smooth skin was now slightly flushed and shone with sweat.
The scent of her musk mixed with her own arousal. She was soaked and ready for Naomi to return the pleasure.
She offered her hands and helped pull Naomi to a sitting position on the bed. Naomi’s eyes locked with hers.
Naomi rested her head on Livia’s shoulder. Her slave’s body heat seeped through her stola, and Livia inhaled sharply.
Naomi offered a mischievous smile, eyes gleaming.
Livia cradled Naomi’s face in her hands and kissed her forehead, directing her forward.
Naomi readily obeyed, licking Livia’s right breast through her clothing.
“Yes,” Livia said softly. This is what she’d been dreaming about for hours.

Happy Masturbation Monday!


Monday, September 15, 2014

Grimm Fairytale Excerpt: Bitten by Snake Oil

Bitten by Snake Oil

M/M Historical Western Romance
A retelling of the Grimm Fairytale The Old Man Made Young Again

Working Blurb:

After his wife died four years ago, blacksmith Jed Riker has been fighting his attraction to men. When a sexy medicine show man comes into Tumbleweed, Kansas, Jed buys his potion hoping for a cure, but gets erotically vivid dreams of the perfectly built salesman instead.

He can’t stop thinking of Peter Saint. It takes all his strength and energy to fight the attraction until he finally gives in. Jed and Peter act on his fantasies but the bliss is short-lived. To their detriment the preacher runs the men out of town. The lovers flee, but Jed is unable to leave his feeble mother-in-law without even saying goodbye. He braves the wrath of the riled Christians only to return home to a trap.

Peter has one more potion up his sleeve that will change their lives forever. Can it save them?


I strolled around to open my blacksmith’s shop and saw Peter Saint standing outside reading my sign.

My stomach knotted. What was he doing here?

“Can I help you?” I asked, unlocking the door.

“Just waiting for you to return.”

He smiled and my heart bucked. For a second I debated whether to stay or flee. His eyes looked very perceptive. After he caught me staring earlier did he know my secret? Was he going to say anything? “Why is that?” I asked, my voice grating my throat.

He smiled and my heart bucked. For a second I debated whether to stay or flee. His eyes looked very perceptive. After he caught me staring earlier did he know my secret? Was he going to say anything? “Why is that?” I asked, my voice grating my throat.

“One of my horses threw a shoe. It should be a simple job.”

I nodded. “Bring him around back and I’ll see if I have a shoe that will fit.”

Mr. Saint led a buckskin mare around the shop. I watched him, hoping I didn’t look to be undressing him in my mind.

“I should have hot coals left,” I said, tearing my gaze away from his wiry body. “I’ll get the fire going again in no time.”

“Good. Good. I haven’t eaten yet. Think I can head to the restaurant and you’ll be done when I’m finished?”

“Sure.” I didn’t want him to leave although it was for the best. I doubted I could keep my mind on my work if he was near, watching me.

Once I got my forge hot it didn’t take me very long to get the mare a new shoe, and then I found myself waiting for her owner to reappear.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Book Spotlight: Hard Act to Follow by Kimber Vale

The Hard Act to Follow Playlist: Lies by Chvrches

Guest post by Kimber Vale

Hi, gang! It’s Kimber Vale with the top nine at nine. Okay, that’s actually wrong. Kimber Vale with the lengthy playlist breakdown for Hard Act to Follow, more like. Hey, this is my shtick and I’m shticking to it.

Next up we have an appropriately titled song called Lies from the ultra-cute band, Chvrches. I was heavily into their The Bones of What You Believe album while writing Hard Act. Normally pop is not my go-to music, but, for one thing, Kyrie listens to music that is pretty far removed from my usual so I got into a dance/pop listening mode because it felt right while writing him. Also, I fell in love with this band. The lead singer looks and sounds like a little doll. I just want to squeeze her cheeks!

Lies are an important bit of story rebar in Hard Act to Follow. Kyrie, although an actor, has a hard time telling them. Ironic, I know. He makes himself sick whenever he manages to tell an untruth and time only makes it worse with the building anxiety and guilt causing actual physical symptoms.

So, when Kyrie lies to Greg the morning after, and says he doesn’t remember them having drunken sex, Greg figures he must regret it something terrible if he’s willing to pretend it never happened.

Anyway, listen to the entire Chvrches album. It’s got the Kimber “Usually a Metal Head” Vale seal of approval. I just put it on and my daughter groaned, but you should hear the crap she likes. Awful.


“Beer!” Kyrie came from Greg’s small kitchen with two fists full of Sierra Nevada IPA. “Last two— You need to do better, buddy.”

“I try not to keep a ton of alcohol—”

“Yeah, yeah. But this is why we never hang here.” Kyrie turned around, arms spread, still laden with pale ale. “And this…” He spun around. “Is so much classier than my dump. Game nights would be sweet over on the swanky side of town, bro.”

“I let you and the other riffraff over here every other week, and the swanky side of town just took a turn for the worse.”

Liar. You let Kyrie over here and he’ll drink too much and pass out on your bed. That’s why you avoid this shit—because you can always leave his place with your blue balls and your pathetic fantasies. But Kyrie here is a live hand grenade. Duck and cover.

“Catch!” Kyrie tossed the beer underhand, and Greg barely managed to grab it with uncoordinated fingers.

“Watch it!” Greg bent to set the beer on his glass coffee table, heart thumping for a thousand reasons.

“You deserve an exploded brew for that comment.” Kyrie popped his bottle cap with a keychain opener that screamed arrest me. He dropped his keys on the table beside Greg’s beer while looking up at him with an intense stare. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me lately? Tired of playing with the riffraff across town?” Kyrie smirked, but pain touched his voice and eyes.

“No, man. You know I’m busy as hell. I didn’t mean that about game night…”

“You totally did.” He narrowed his amber gaze at Greg. “Kilborne’s a slob, and he and Liv would lick your fridge clean. Their combined eating forces are the stuff of legend.”

“It’s weird. She does have an amazing appetite for a girl her size.”

“It’s her thyroid, lucky bitch. Big eyes and a stick figure. She looks like a freakin’ anime.”

Greg grinned, reaching for his beer as he sat heavily on the couch. He recalled its tumultuous state and set it back on the table.

Kyrie plopped down next to him, his knee brushing Greg’s despite the vacant cushion to the guy’s left. “Here. I said I was gonna get you good and drunk.” He took a quick tug and then pushed his bottle into Greg’s hand.

“I really don’t need it. I’m there.”

“You need something. To relax. Chill out. Live a freakin’ little. Something.” Kyrie knocked his knee into Greg’s and his hand slipped off the beer and fell onto Greg’s thigh.

“I’m… relaxed.” But the buzz was suddenly scattered by apprehension. Kyrie couldn’t be this close—touching him. Rubbing the inside of my goddamn thigh!

“Chug it.” Kyrie leaned over, his breath hoppy and sweet, his top lip still glistening from the last sip he’d taken. Greg sucked in a wavering inhalation.

The hand on his leg inched higher and squeezed while Kyrie grasped the glass over Greg’s fingers and led it to his lips.

“Drink up.”

Greg opened his mouth and managed to take a sip without choking, miracle of miracles.

“Good dog.” Kyrie grinned wickedly less than a foot from Greg’s face. He took the beer back and brought it to his own lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lick the glass where Greg’s mouth had just been.

Greg almost whimpered as Kyrie sucked back a mouthful, his gaze glued to Greg’s the whole while.

Like porn when the chick maintains eye contact while giving head. Wonder if guys do that in gay movies. Despite the strange sexual attraction simmering inside him—the one that had him jerking off to visions of Kyrie way too often—Greg hadn’t had the balls to look for gay stroke films. He wasn’t even sure he’d find them appealing. He’d never even considered sleeping with men until Kyrie came along and flipped his world over like a sore loser tossing a board game.

All he knew was Kyrie’s puckered lower lip wrapped erotically around the bottle top. Paired with his gorgeous, almost challenging golden-brown stare, it sent a surge of blood to Greg’s dick so hot and fast it made him lightheaded.

“What are you looking at?” It was too close to Greg’s dream. Way too fucking close. And so was Kyrie. But instead of Greg reaching out and grasping nothing but ghost, Kyrie’s hand on his thigh pressed hard, real and reassuring. Instigating. It slid slowly inside and up while Kyrie lifted his eyebrows in question, his sweet mouth forming a tiny O that made Greg desperate to kiss him.

Greg tried to swallow, but the lump in the back of his throat didn’t move—wouldn’t allow for speech. He took a shallow breath that caught when Kyrie’s pinky wisped over his bulging cockhead. Kyrie placed the beer on the coffee table with his free hand while that little finger flirted over Greg’s ridge like it was reading braille. Reading Greg’s perverted mind through his khakis.

“Kyr—” he croaked.

“Shhh.” Kyrie leaned closer, a full hand stroking up Greg’s hard-on. “Don’t.” His lips skimmed across Greg’s, warm, soft, and tremor inducing. Greg inhaled sharply, maybe to work out a final cry for reason, but any remaining resistance fell away as Kyrie’s familiar scent overwhelmed him. Instead, he groaned as that knowledgeable hand squeezed him through his pants, and those seductive lips, a bare hint of stubble peppered above the upper one, touched down again to ply and cajole without words.


Kyrie is an actor with a physical aversion to telling lies, a one-eyed cat, and horrible taste in men. His ex-brother-in-law and best friend, Greg, harbors a secret crush he can’t shake. After denying his feelings for Kyrie for too long, Greg finally gives in to desire one drunken night. Come the morning, the facts get twisted. Kyrie pretends he doesn’t remember a thing—a lie that eats him alive—and Greg can’t stop thinking about how he screwed up the best thing in his life.

Before they can clear the air, Kyrie follows his dreams to New York City, but could he also be running away?

A mistake from Kyrie’s past detonates their silence, and Greg is forced to confront the man he loves. Is their new truth strong enough to support a relationship, or are they doomed to crumble under old fears? Their friendship could evolve into something a million times stronger, but maybe Kyrie’s act is just too hard for Greg to follow.

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K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at The blog:

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