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Honorary Blogger J.P. Barnaby: Christmas & Sex Toys? + Exclusive Excerpt

Posted on December 14, 2014 by thebloggergirls

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Christmas & Sex Toys?

by J.P. Barnaby

So, whoever thought you’d see a Christmas story about sex toys?

Yeah, me either—but, when TC Blue issues and order, the rest of us listen.  She decided she wanted a holiday anthology called “Butt Babes in Boyland”, and most of us were too afraid to refuse. I mean, have you met TC? Have you ever watched her go off on the check-in counter at the Atlanta airport? No? Yeah, you do what she says. Anyways, when we talked about it at OutlantaCon, someone mentioned the Isle of Misfit Toys (the Rudolph movie), and an idea started to form in my head. What would happen if they were misfit sex toys? Would they have group therapy? Would they want to get away from Santa’s workshop? What kind of toys would band together? It was an interesting idea, one that I was eager to explore.

How did I get involved in the Butt anthologies in the first place, you ask? That is an interesting story too. In May 2013, I was at RT (Romantic Times) in Kansas City, about to go hang out with Jesse Jackman, Dirk Caber, and Johnny Parker. My cell phone rang and I looked down to see Kage Alan’s cute little face on the screen. So, of course, I ignored it. (Kidding) Kage was out at OutlantaCon (which happened to conflict with RT that year). He offered me place in the upcoming Butt Ninjas from Hell anthology. I mentioned that I didn’t know a fecking thing about ninjas or demons. So, he challenged me to do it – to take a break from my emotionally terrorizing novels – and write something funny. With Aaron and Little Boy Lost under my belt, with my branding set, could I do comedy?

Well, imagine that – I could.

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About Butt Babes in Boyland

ButtBabesInBoyland_100dpi_cvrThe holidays are a time for visiting with family and friends, and sharing tales of peace, childlike innocence, and good will towards all mankind. These are not those stories. Instead, sit back and allow yourself to be regaled with the colorful adventures of toy-themed parties with a twist, the future of Elf Enforcement, misfit sex toys at the North Pole, the mysterious Workshop 69, special delivery packages, and a serious case of potentially mistaken identity. This year, the Butt-thology authors cordially invite you to join them in creating a new tradition.

This holiday season, it’s not just turkeys getting stuffed!

Available at: Wilde City, Amazon, All Romance eBooks & Barnes and Noble

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An Exclusive Excerpt from The Isle of Misfit Sex Toys

“It’s enough already, by Claus. Why do they keep playing Christmas carols?” Bob sat back against the discarded sofa he’d salvaged from one of Santa’s old storage units behind the workshop. “Let It Snow” drifted from the open vent above them, and he initiated the protocol used to close his eyes. It took less than a second, but the plastic drifted down over the optical circuits in his sockets. He might have looked like an elf, but beauty, as they say, is only skin-deep. Or, at least, polyethylene deep, anyway.

“I don’t know. I k-k-k-k-kind of like this s-s-s-s-song,” Buzz stuttered from his place in the circle.

“We might as well get started.” Bob sighed. “Is everyone here?” He directed the question to the room, and Dil answered as he turned on yet another lantern in their tomb-like home. It would have been depressing in the utility closet of Santa’s workshop if it weren’t for the alternative. They were all cast-off misfit toys destined for the junk pile. Then Bob rescued them and found a safe place for every toy to live. They considered him their king, but he just wanted someone to abate the crushing loneliness.

“I think so, Bob.”

Toys began to push odds and ends into a circle, nothing the humans or even the elves would see as organization, but someplace for them to sit, nonetheless. Boxes for the less fortunate, but some more industrious toys found bean bags and even doll furniture to sit on. Each of the toys settled into their place, some with more difficulty than others, but eventually, the room quieted. They’d worked their little circle up to six toys. Sometimes they had more, sometimes less, but for the time being, six seemed like a comfortable number.

Bob stood at the head of the circle, next to the severed doll’s head that had rolled into their hideaway a few months back.

“We’re all here for the same reason,” Bob started, and a hush fell over their little group, broken only by the uncontrolled, intermittent buzzing noise they’d all learned to ignore. “My name is Bob, Battery Operated Boyfriend, designed for a single purpose, one that I can no longer fulfill. Once considered an advanced robotics pleasure toy, now I’m no longer… fully functional, but I’m okay with that. The trilithium battery that powers my neural substructure will keep me running for another hundred years, so I have to find my new purpose. That is my goal, to find my new purpose. Who wants to go next?”

“I w-w-w-w-w-will.”

“Okay, Buzz, go ahead.”

“Yay, Buzz,” two tiny silver spheres chimed in, and Buzz smiled.

“My name is B-B-B-B-Buzz, and I’ve been here for about a m-m-m-m-month. Like Bob, I was d-d-d-d-designed for a p-pretty specific p-purpose. I m-m-m-massage things.” The small spheres on the right giggled, but Buzz continued as if he hadn’t heard. “I w-w-w-wanna learn to c-c-c-control my stut-t-stutter.”

“Thank you, Buzz,” Bob said quietly. “Now, since you found his introduction so funny, Wally, maybe you guys should go next.”

“I’m Wally and he’s Ben,” Wally announced.

“Wally, do we have to go through this every time?” Bob asked with a quiet sigh.

“What? We have to say our names every time, even though we all know each other. Why put him through his fears?” He had a hard time making his tinny little voice sound angry, especially with the smooth expression across the metallic surface of his ball face.

“It’s okay,” Ben interrupted. “We know what our joint purpose is. Our biggest fear is that we’ll be separated and lost.”

Wally rolled to the left, and if Wally and Ben had hands, they’d have joined them.

“Yes, yes, and we all know that Dil the dildo is terrified of the dark. Can we move on to more pressing business like finding a place to live that doesn’t smell like cabbage?” the severed head asked. “I’d also really like to do something about being more mobile. Maybe a skateboard and some arms?”

“Candy, I understand how you’re feeling, but your body deflated. We don’t even know where it is. As for the arms, what exactly are we going to attach them to?” Bob asked patiently, like they hadn’t had that same argument every week.

“Oh, that’s easy for you to say, Mr. Not Fully Functional. At least you can get up and walk around. At least you can get away from the insanity and stand at the door watching where we should be.”

As a whole, the group turned toward the door that led into Santa’s workshop. Though he hated himself for it, Bob felt a longing in his actuators that just wouldn’t die. During the brief time he’d been with Christelpher, the elf who’d created him, they’d been happy. Then his elf slipped at the top of the present-wrapping machine, probably because of the lube that had seemed permanently on his hands. He fell, pointed ears over belled shoes, across the conveyer belt and into the machine. He came out with bows in places they had no reason to be and ribbon wrapped so tightly around his neck he’d been blue as a Smurf. In fact, they’d thought he was a Smurf toy for a few minutes, until the horrible truth had dawned.

Bob still thought of Christelpher often, especially in the dark of night as he wished for the comfort of his slick hands and the whispers of love.

“Hey, Bob, you want to get your head back in the game here? We were talking about how to get ourselves tossed into one of those present sacks and out of here.”

“This isn’t a good idea. What happens when some eight-year-old girl ends up with us?” Wally asked with a smooth expression.

“Oh look, Mommy, I got marbles,” Candy cried in an unnaturally high girly voice. “I’m a broken doll, and you, Bob, can climb down off the shelf and find yourself a Ken doll. We can all find a place outside this room.”

Bob turned toward the cracked sliver of mirror lying against the wall and considered his elven reflection. No one outside the Pole would want a sex toy that looked like an elf. He wasn’t even sure anyone here would, especially one that didn’t work. It didn’t matter where he went, but he could at least help the others.

“Okay, the key is getting to the present-wrapping machine…”

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About J.P. Barnaby

Award winning romance novelist, J.P. Barnaby has penned over a dozen books including the Working Boys series, the Little Boy Lost series, In the Absence of Monsters, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.

Find out more about J.P. on her Website, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, Tumblr or Amazon.

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Honorary Blogger Amelia C. Gormley: Gaming While Female: Why I Wrote Player vs Player + Giveaway!

Posted on December 10, 2014 by thebloggergirls

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Gaming While Female: Why I Wrote Player vs Player

by Amelia C. Gormley

Hi, and welcome to the Player vs. Player blog tour!

In my last post on the tour, I described how being a gamer led me to publishing original m/m romance. Now I want to take the opportunity to discuss some of the background that led me to write Player vs. Player specifically.

Dragon Age: Origins was groundbreaking in that it was one of the first RPGs to allow same-sex romances. But one bone of contention was that there were some characters who were inaccessible for a same-sex relationship (unless you used player-made modifications to get around those restrictions, which were by no means perfect because they might result in characters referring to your male player character as female or vice versa.) Alistair, the sweet and awkward bastard heir to the throne, hit even my gaydar (which is almost non-existent) but he could only be romanced by a female PC.

Meanwhile, the love interest characters who were capable of being romanced by player characters of the same sex were also available for romance by player characters of the opposite sex. In fact, there was some well-deserved backlash against a moment where bisexual Zevran tells his love interest that he’s amenable to men, but he prefers women. “You’re not my first choice, but you’ll do.” Just what every gay guy wants to hear from the man they love, right?

So in other words, a straight player character would have two romance options in the gender of their choice, but a gay player character would have only one (of course, a bisexual PC would have three, but I digress.)

My point is that there was a lot of discontent over the fact that Alistair wasn’t an option for a gay or bi male player character (some of whom were female players of every orientation wanting to play as a male character) and Morrigan was only available for romance by a male player character.

Then Dragon Age II came out, and BioWare did something new. They made ALL the characters who had romance storylines available to player characters of either gender. There was endless discussion about whether this meant your PC had four bisexual companions, or whether the character was simply “Hawke-sexual” (Hawke being the name of the player character.)

This was really great for the players who felt restricted by the romance option limitations in Dragon Age: Origins, but it resulted in a torrent of new complaints from straight dude-bro gamers whose masculinity was threatened by the fact that a male character might flirt with them until they chose the dialogue option to let him know they weren’t interested (at which point they felt they were being penalized because it would lose them approval points from the character in question.)

One particularly vocal complainer made repeated threads saying that BioWare was neglecting its core demographic, the straight male gamer. David Gaider, the lead writer for Dragon Age: Origins and Dragon Age II, had a rather brilliant rebuttal to that. While Gaider is by no means an un-problematic figure, sometimes he gets it very, very right, and this was one of those times.

But the dude-bro gamers weren’t done with their toxic attacks against BioWare writers. In the summer of 2012, former BioWare writer Jennifer Hepler created a twitter account. Within days, someone had resurrected a years-old post she made where she suggested that gaming might trend in the direction of offering players an opportunity to skip the hack-and-slash combat and simply walk through the story.

This is by no means a new suggestion. Disabled gamers have often complained about the need to play through grueling battle sequences they might not even be physically capable of getting through in order to progress through the game. Overpowered player-made modifications to put the player character into “god mode” and thus end combat with a click of a button have been in place almost since the beginning. As gaming becomes more story-centric and less focused on combat mechanics, a “tourist mode” is a common-sense evolution.

For this, Hepler was called “the cancer that is killing BioWare.” (Trigger Warning for, like, everything, especially if you venture down the rabbit-hole of the comments or the links to Reddit.) Her phone number was made public and she began receiving harassing calls, as well as tweets and emails that included rampant misogyny and graphic threats to kill her children.

BioWare spoke up in her defense, but it took several days and possibly was only due to the fact that the feminist BioWare fans were very vocal about demanding that they do so.

Then, later that same year, came Anita Sarkeesian and her Tropes vs. Women in Video Games Kickstarter. (Again, extreme trigger warning, both for these links and anything I discuss past this point.)

It seems like a fairly straightforward project, right? Discuss video games and the way they handle portrayals of female characters. Well, apparently this was infuriating enough to the dudebro gamers that they posted violent and toxic comments on the YouTube video for the Kickstarter project. They launched DDoS attacks against the Feminist Frequency website and reported her YouTube channel and KickStarter page for hate speech and promoting terrorism. They vandalized her Wikipedia page, and created obscene memes about her and even a created a game that would “punch” her and create a bruise each time you clicked on her face.

If you would like to see Anita describe the events in her own words, I highly recommend her TED talk video.

Now, you’ve probably heard rumblings recently about something called GamerGate and more misogynist attacks on women in gaming. But I wrote Player vs. Player before any of that happened. Just based on the incidences I’ve mentioned above. And those were more than enough.

But then since August, the misogynist terrorism leveled against women in the gaming industry has reached new lows. I’ve complained that I wrote PvP a year too early, because I was already done editing it by the time GamerGate rolled around.

What is GamerGate? Others have said it better than I. This is a particularly enlightening series of tweets, complete with screencaptures of the plotting behind GamerGate. In short, it’s a targeted campaign of misogynist harassment and terrorist threats against female game developers, journalists, and feminist critics of gaming like Anita Sarkeesian. And yes, when I say terrorism, I mean that quite literally.

In other words, it’s everything Player vs. Player is about. When I started writing PvP, I came at it from the mindset of, “Wow, these incidences of threats and harassment are really scary, because what if one of these dudes decides to up the ante?” Because that’s what bullies do. They egg each other on, encourage each other to get more and more outrageous and violent, and eventually someone decides to take it past verbal harassment and make it physical.

Thankfully, that hasn’t happened yet. But we’re seeing people driven from their homes by credible threats following the leaking of their personal and physical contact information by these guys. And that’s truly terrifying.

So that’s why I wrote Player vs. Player. That’s where it came from.

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About Player vs. Player

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Pushing for change can be dangerous when change starts pushing back.

Video game writer Niles River loves the work he does at Third Wave Studios: creating games with mass appeal that feature women, people of color, and LGBTQ characters. To make his job even better, his best friend is his boss, and his twin brother works beside him. And they mostly agree that being on the forefront of social change is worth dealing with trollish vitriol—Niles is more worried about his clingy ex and their closeted intern’s crush on his brother than he is about internet harassment.

But now the bodies on the ground are no longer virtual, and someone’s started hand-delivering threats to Niles’s door. The vendetta against Third Wave has escalated, and to make matters worse, the investigating detective is an old flame who left Niles heartbroken for a life in the closet.

No change happens without pain, but can Niles justify continuing on with Third Wave when the cost is the blood of others? If he does, the last scene he writes may be his own death.

Available at: Riptide Publishing & Amazon

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About Amelia C. Gormley

Amelia C. Gormley may seem like anyone else. But the truth is she sings in the shower, dances doing laundry, and writes blisteringly hot m/m erotic romance while her son is at school. When she’s not writing in her Pacific Northwest home, Amelia single-handedly juggles her husband, her son, their home, and the obstacles of life by turning into an everyday superhero. And that, she supposes, is just like anyone else.

Her self-published novel-in-three-parts, Impulse (Inertia, Book One; Acceleration, Book Two; and Velocity, Book Three) can be found at most major online book retailers, and be sure to check Riptide for her latest releases, including her Highland historical, The Laird’s Forbidden Lover, the The Professor’s Rule series of erotic novelettes (co-written with Heidi Belleau), the post-apocalyptic romance, Strain, her New Adult contemporary, Saugatuck Summer, and of course, Player vs. Player, available now. She is presently at work on two more novels set in the Strain universe, Juggernaut and Bane, coming summer/fall of 2015.

You can contact Amelia on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, BookLikes, Tumblr, or contact her by email using the form at http://ameliacgormley.com/.

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Every comment on this blog tour enters you in a drawing for a choice of one a book from my backlist (excluding Player vs Player.) Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on December 13th. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.

Good luck!

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Honorary Blogger Jack L. Pyke: Turning Tricks – Writing Sex in M/M Erotic Romance + Giveaway!

Posted on December 8, 2014 by thebloggergirls

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Turning Tricks: Writing Sex in M/M Erotic Romance

by Jack L. Pyke

I just want say a huge thanks to the Blogger Girls for hosting me today and agreeing to review Broken Ink and run the paperback giveaway. Thank you!

Hm. Sex in M/M erotic romance….

I didn’t pick up my first erotic romance until roughly four years ago. Up until that point, I was James Herbert and Shaun then something needs to seriously go through and through, getting my kicks from the likes of Stephen King’s It and how clowns handout balloons with a whispered “Everything floats down here.”

In my (hopeless) defence, I simply wasn’t aware of the M/M genre at all. I kick myself at times because I know I become glued to my own comfort zones and rarely move outside of them. The first time I did read M/M, it was edits for a publishing company, and I’ve never looked back since. Even my horror dependency has been overridden, and that — that’s scary!

As with BDSM and going into editing, I always wandered how sex could be a main device to sell a work. There’s only so many positions and so many places that you can have sex, so repetition alone with the logistics would surely edge on boredom eventually, right?

I love being made to eat my own words. After four years of coming into contact with so many different styles and author voices, I can willingly hold my hands up and say I still love every potential sex scene in M/M erotic romance; I still get a thrill out of reading it, whether it’s fade to black or an all and all need to go in balls deep.

I think it comes down to not holding on too tightly to a How-To guide. Every writer has their own style and creativity, and sometimes the dos and don’ts can distract. Linguistics taught me one valuable lesson: don’t box writing into phrases such as the “mechanics of writing.” There is nothing mechanical about writing fiction, certainly not within a sex scene (unless it’s steampunk, then that’s a different bucket of nuts and shiny new bits!). But creative writing gets the “creative” tag for a reason, as it’s the author’s ability to work language in a creative way that becomes important. It’s also what makes reading and writing sex such a thrill for me: how an author can add something new or creative to the whole scene. If at any time it’s getting boring for an author (and ultimately, the reader), something needs a decent shake up, a change of direction, but not necessarily a change of sex position.

Henry James hit writing on the nail for me, and this quote works well for me with sex in fiction too:

“What is character but the determination of incident? What is incident but the illustration of character?”

It reminds me of cause and effect in many ways, why one character will do one thing and what reaction will be gained when he does it, and what that says exactly about both characters. Within sex scenes, cause and effect can be used to stop a sex scene from going flat. If only one character is seen to act without describing what his action causes to both himself and his partner, reader interactivity can utterly flat-line because they’re only seeing one side of the story. Or, if you go to the other extreme and only portray constant cause: Tim did this, and Joe did, bypassing all of the sense and sensation to the actions, then something needs to seriously go, and mostly because you’re giving the reader tennis-neck strain with all the “He did that, He did that” action! I’ve loved scrapping whole scenes because gut instinct said they didn’t feel right, and once I’ve stepped away to look at why, it’s mostly because the sex is doing nothing to further characterisation and plot.

So for me, writing a sex scene is about character working both plot and body, and using those to depict character. If he’s touching, he’s touching for a reason, even if it’s just a need to be close to a lover after rough day’s work, and the lover in turn then either holds him back or pushes him away, depending on what plot and character need to portray in that moment.

Each time I think I’ve read everything and there’s a change that repetition might creep in, something new will come along that completely obliterates any doubts, and it leaves me loving every moment of editing and writing.

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About Broken Ink

1Carrying a tattoo on your skin no longer just comes with a risk of infection. Get the composition right, you have the latest mind-control drug on the market. It’s the sex-traders’ dream, or worst nightmare, depending on the concentrated dose of the ink—and just who’s wearing it.

For Kiyen, the ink means he’s able to strip raw the minds of the best and worst of society. He’s one of MI7’s top killers and never more driven to select and take down a target. For Falen, the ink has ensured he’s spent his early years as a willing sex slave and low-grade empath. Hiding out in a small town and trying to bury the needs running through his body, Fal’s hoping to stay under the radar of MI7 and their specialist killers. But the ink itself has a mind of its own, wanting to ignite the natural dynamics driving a Dom and sub, so when Kiyen is forced into Fal’s small world, prejudice battles a pure need to touch. Only problem is: Kiyen’s on the run, and in a world where thought can be the worst crime of all, Fal’s in for a fight for his sanity to find out just what it is that’s making a young killer run for his life.

Available at: Forbidden Fiction and Amazon

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About Jack L. Pyke

Jack blames her dark writing influences on living close to one of England’s finest forests. Having grown up hearing a history of kidnappings, murders, strange sightings, and sexual exploits her neck of the woods is renowned for, Jack takes that into her writing, having also learned that human coping strategies for intense situations can sometimes make the best of people have disastrously bad moments. Redeeming those flaws is Jack’s drive, and if that drive just happens to lead to sexual tension between two or more guys in a D/s relationship, Jack’s the first to let nature take its course.

Find out more about Jack on her Website, Fantastic Fiction Story Page and Forbidden Fiction.

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Jack has graciously offered up a paperback copy of Broken Ink to one lucky winner!! The giveaway starts now and ends December 14, 2014 at 11:59 p.m. To enter, just click the link below!

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Please be aware that the only way to enter the giveaway is to click the Rafflecopter link above. Any comments on this post will not count towards entering the giveaway, except to verify your Rafflecopter entry.

Don’t forget to check out JustJen’s review of Broken Ink to see what she thought of it!

Good luck!

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Cover Reveal: Not Mistaken Identity by Iyana Jenna

Posted on December 7, 2014 by thebloggergirls

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by Iyana Jenna

Blurb: A Hollywood actor, Chase Riley is abducted on his way home across the state. One of the abductors, Luke Nelson, is delusional. He thinks that Chase is Elliot, the character Chase plays in his procedural cop series on TV. Luke gets help by his father who seems to be as crazy as him.

Chase’s boyfriend, co-actor Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister. They asked Chase to come with them but Chase refused. He didn’t want to bother the two siblings in their holiday.

Aidan contacts their friend to help keep an eye on Chase. What would he do, then, when this friend calls and tells him his call to Chase goes unanswered? What is really happening to Chase?

Not Mistaken Identity will release on January 5th, 2015!

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Honorary Blogger K.A. Merikan: Sex & Mayhem + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on December 6, 2014 by thebloggergirls

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Sex & Mayhem

by K.A. Merikan

Hop on the bitch seat and ride with Tooth, the feared vice president of the Coffin Nails motorcycle club. No one wants to end up in his dentist’s chair, deep underneath the club compound, but his bed? That might be another matter. Lucifer, the bastard son of Tooth’s friend, is used to doing things his way, and being under supervision of the most intimidating man he ever met is the last thing he wants. At least until he understands that there’s no place safer than the mattress at the feet of Tooth’s bed.

I enjoy stories with plenty sexual tension that for one reason or another can’t be resolved right away. That’s the case with The Devil’s Ride. Tooth and Luci can’t, or rather may not be together for a variety of reasons, and with danger lurking right behind the corner, the stakes are getting higher with every chapter. The book will is out now, and if you want to know more, here’s the blurb and an excerpt 🙂 There’s also a Pinterest with some inspiration for the book.

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About The Devil’s Ride

1— You don’t fuck with the club president’s son. —

Tooth. Vice President of the Coffin Nails Motorcycle Club. On a neverending quest for vengeance. The last thing he needs is becoming a permanent babysitter for a male hooker.

Lucifer. Fallen. Lost. Alone.

After a childhood filled with neglect and abuse, followed by his mother’s suicide, Lucifer set out into the world alone. There was nothing for him out there other than taking it one day at a time. As the bastard son of the Coffin Nails club president, Lucifer never got much fatherly love. So when the Nails show up at the strip joint Lucifer works in, the last thing he expects is to be put in the custody of Tooth, the Nails Vice President famous for his gruesome interrogation techniques. The man proves to be the sexiest beast Lucifer has ever met. He’s also older, straight, and an itch Luci can’t ever scratch. 

Tooth’s life came to a halt twelve years ago. His lover got brutally murdered, police never found the perpetrators, and all leads were dead ends. To find peace and his own justice, Tooth joined the Coffin Nails, but years on, he’s gotten nowhere with the case, yet still lives on with the burning fire for revenge.

Babysitting a deeply scarred teenager with a talent for disappearing is the last thing on his bucket list. He promised himself to never get attached to someone like him again. To make sure the openly gay boy is safe in the clubhouse, Tooth is stuck keeping an eye on him. The big, blue, attention seeking gaze is drawing Tooth in, but fucking the president’s son is a complete no-go, even when both their feelings go beyond lust. 

What Tooth doesn’t know is that Lucifer might hold the key to the closure Tooth so desperately needs.

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An Excerpt from The Devil’s Ride

Back in the room, Lucifer’s few possessions were neatly stacked on the shelves Tooth let him use, and the bed Lucifer had on the mattress was tidied up and covered with a comforter. He’d even made Tooth’s bed as well. Lucifer wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but a steady sound of hair brushing came from the bathroom. Tooth’s mouth tingled, and he let himself smile as he closed the door.

“Lucifer, I’m back. Thanks for making the bed.”

“There’s only so much I can do,” came from the bathroom. Lucifer’s shadow danced on the wall, all slim and taller than the boy himself.

Tooth slowly walked over to the bathroom and looked inside. “Getting yourself ready?”

“Yep, wanna look presentable even if all I get is slurs.” Lucifer shrugged and looked over his shoulder with those pretty blue eyes that didn’t belong on someone with such a dirty mouth.

Tooth cut his train of thought when it went somewhere even dirtier and smiled. “You’re gonna be fine. I’ll have someone at your side at all times. The guys just aren’t used to people who aren’t like them.”

“It’s a nice way to say ‘you’ll be watched’, huh?” His hair did look nicer now that he used a proper brush on it. When he turned around, Tooth stilled. Lucifer’s vest top had a palm tree print and ‘I love long, romantic walks on the beach. And anal.’

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About K.A. Merikan

K.A. Merikan is a joint project of Kat and Agnes Merikan, who jokingly claim to share one mind. They finish each other’s sentences and simultaneously come up with the same ideas. Kat and Agnes enjoy writing various kinds of stories, from light-hearted romance to thrillers. They love creating characters that are not easy to classify as good or evil, and firmly believe that even some villains deserve their happy endings. It is easiest to find them in galleries, restaurants and historical sites, always with a computer or notebook, because for Kat and Agnes, every day is a writing day. Future plans include lots of travel, and a villa on the coast of Italy or a flat in Paris where they could retire after yet another crazy venture, only to write more hot gay romances.

As K.A. Merikan, Kat and Agnes have published a number of books, which cross genres while always being gay romances.

Find out more about K.A. on their Website, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest or email them at kamerikan@gmail.com.

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K.A. has graciously offered up an eBook copy of The Devil’s Ride to one lucky winner!! The giveaway starts now and ends December 12th, 2014 at 11:59 p.m. To enter, just click the link below!

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Please be aware that the only way to enter the giveaway is to click the Rafflecopter link above. Any comments on this post will not count towards entering the giveaway, except to verify your Rafflecopter entry.

Don’t forget to check out JustJen’s review of The Devil’s Ride to see what she thought of it!

Good luck!

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