Saturday, April 28, 2012

Passion Bringer SSS

Fallon gasped and almost came out of his chair. He knew those eyes and that body. He zoomed in the lens on sixty-seven, searching for the small scar on the back of his right shoulder blade. After ten long seconds he found the mark, the one he’d accidently caused when they’d agreed to combine their household and live together, becoming husbands. It had been an accident, and he suffered little remorse for the mistake until he dropped the suppression meds. Now he experienced real shame every time he saw the disfigurement on Kurt’s skin.

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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Working for a Difficult Boss - The ABCs of Erotica R is for Revenge

I want to welcome Malia to my blog this morning. I'm so glad she stopped by. Hope you enjoy.

Have you ever worked for a "difficult" boss? When I say "difficult," I, of course, mean it in the most tactful way. I'm really talking about that boss from hell. The "difficult" boss is the boss you are stuck with where you wonder how on earth he or she ever got the job they have.
I'm pretty sure most of us have encountered this kind of boss at one time or another.
I once worked at a firm where the higher ups routinely threw tantrums and sometimes literally threw things (staplers, file folders) at people. Thankfully, I myself was never a target. One would think this would lead to someone being fired….but no.
So, imagine yourself with a boss like this. You have a boss who treats you with contempt. You have a boss who doesn't respect you or your work. What do you do?
This is the dilemma faced by a character I created in one of my recent release, The ABCs of Erotica - R is for Revenge. Grace is repeatedly treated badly by her boss, Victoria. Finally, one day, Grace has had it and she quits. Luckily, her firm offers her a position in another area. She jumps at it and moves on. However, her new love interest offers her a chance to get back at Victoria.
What would you do if you were presented with an opportunity to get back at that bad boss who caused you so much trouble? Would you do it? This is fiction, fantasy, of course, but Grace cannot resist.
Excerpt from The ABCs of Erotica - R is for Revenge
Grace pretended to pout. “Michael, really, tell me what you have planned.”
“I want it to be a surprise. And I think you will be surprised.” He smiled secretively.
“Give me an idea? Just a little one?”
“Grace, there’s a part of Victoria you don’t know about. There is a sort of stereotype, which happens to have a ring of truth to it in her case. She walks all over everyone. But honestly, what she wants is someone to stand up to her.”
“How do you know this?”
Michael shrugged. “Let’s just say, Victoria has another side. One I’ve never indulged with her before. But it’s there.”
The intercom buzzed. Michael answered the doorman and after a short conversation returned to the seating area. “She’s here.”
“She’s here? Victoria? Now?” Grace's voice rose in disbelief.
He opened the door to the coat closet. “What I want you to do is step in here.”
“What? What is Victoria doing here?” Grace’s stunned confusion made her clumsy as she stepped toward the closet.
He gestured inside. “Grace, come on. She’ll be here soon. Take your wine glass.”
Grace laughed. “Alright, fine. I’ll trust you on this one.” She entered the closet and pulled the door shut. The closet had louvered slats, and if she held her head just right, she had a good view of the living room area.
Grace heard a knock on the door and saw Michael go down the hall. A moment later she could hear murmuring voices. Michael and Victoria entered the living area.
“Victoria, would you like some wine?”
“Yes, that would be lovely.” Victoria removed her wrap and tossed it over the arm of the couch. “I was so pleasantly surprised at your invitation. We should have done this before.” Her voice was warm and welcoming. Grace had never heard Victoria use that tone before. She had certainly never used it toward her.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

More of Jeff's Way on Wednesday Briefs

Welcome to Wednesday Briefs, the post that will make you smile, laugh, cry, or just enjoy the story. A few weeks ago I had a Briefs story called Mike's Way, if you would like to pick up the ending it's available at AllRomance for free. Last week I started the second story in the New Orleans Nights series with Jeff's Way. 

At any rate, here we go!  The next prompt is: "Hit me with your best shot"  or use these alternate prompts: "I can see clearly now...", or use these alternate prompts: canvas, moustache, pond, or "I'd follow you anywhere", or "Take your clothes off or I'll....", or chicken, pantomime, stock market, or "His/her eyes were as green as..."

I used His eyes were as green as...

More of Jeff's Way

Jeff arrived early to work and sat in his car, hoping to run into Cam on the way in. He hadn't actually fallen back to sleep after his little jerk off session. Thinking about it embarrassed the heck out of him. What would Cam think if he knew the way Jeff used thoughts of him? If he ever had to tell Cam that he jerked off almost every day just thinking about Cam's bubble butt and broad shoulders he would die of embarrassment. Jeff's dick plumped up and he cursed himself for letting his thoughts go so far.

He pushed open his car door and stepped out right into Janice's arms. "Jeff, so good to see you. You know, you owe me that date from the raffle for my alumni group. It was so good of you to throw your name into the hat for charity's sake."

Jeff wanted to groan, but he smiled instead. "Looking forward to it Janice." She smiled up at him before hugging him tight, crushing her breasts to his chest. I have to get out of this. No one at work knew he was gay. He wasn't just in any closet, he had a full walk-in with loads of built in storage to leave him feeling comfy while he denied the truth.

He turned to grab his laptop case out of the trunk of his car and froze. Cam stood by the back end, his mouth turned down in a frown and sadness filled his eyes. Oh crap! Cam took off across the parking lot, his gait stiff as he headed into the building where they both worked.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt Cam and that's exactly what he'd done. Not that they'd already had a relationship, hell they barely spoke at the office. He'd hoped to hide the charity date Janice had talked him into giving away. It was a good cause, downs syndrome support and research. His big sister had been a downs baby. She died when he was ten so he barely knew her, but he loved her still.

Jeff went in search of Cam, hoping to catch him before he had to hustle into his first meeting. He raced into the lobby and around the corner, headed to the bank of elevators when Marci, one of the secretaries stepped out from behind a pillar and smashed into him, spilling her iced coffee down his shirt.

"Jeff, I'm so sorry. Here, let me...Crap, that's bad. I don't think I can help much."

The shock held him still for a moment as he digested what this meant. Luckily, he had extra clothes in his car. "It's okay, Marci. I'll go clean up a bit then change. Could you tell Mr. Johnson that I might be a little late?"

Jeff headed into the men’s room, letting the door close behind him before he let the curse words fly. "Fucking shit day."

The back stall opened and Cam walked out. They both froze, Cam taking in the brown stain spreading across Jeff's shirt and pants. Suddenly Cam jumped into action, grabbing a wad of paper towels.

"Here, let me help you." Cam dropped to his knees and started blotting the coffee off of Jeff's shoes as Jeff loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

Jeff felt his dick respond to Cam on his knees. Soon his boner would be evident to Cam who would be eye-level to Jeff's crotch if he sat up just a bit and turned his focus off of the shoes. Cam must have sensed his attention because he looked up and gasped.

"Not exactly how I thought I would get you on your knees in front of me." Jeff clamped his mouth shut as heat raced up his neck to his face. He couldn't believe he'd spoken that out loud and from the look on Cam's face he couldn't either.

Cam lowered his gaze, his eyes bugging out when he glanced at Jeff's huge bulge. Cam's gaze shot back to him, his face turning scarlet as they stared at each other. His eyes were as green as the water at the base of Havasu Falls and Jeff wanted to dive in, forgetting work and just spend the day swimming in Cam’s allure.

Jeff reached for Cam’s hand and pulled him to standing. They were the same height so they stood eye to eye as electricity arced between them.


“I’m only going on that date because it was for charity. My sister had Downs and I couldn’t say no.” Normally he was in complete control of every situation but Cam threw him off balance and made him do the dumbest stuff. Like right now, he was going to kiss the guy. He leant in, closing the distance between them, his lips only a hair’s breath away when the main door to the bathroom opened and Cam jumped back. “Fuck,” Jeff whispered as he finished taking off his shirt while watching Cam toss the paper towels in the bin and head out of the bathroom.

“Dang, Jeff, looks like you were on the losing end of the cup of coffee.”

“Hey Miller. It sucks.”

“Need a shirt?” Miller asked.

“I’m good. I have clothes out in my car. I’ll be upstairs in about twenty.”

Jeff left the bathroom wondering how the hell he was going to get some alone time with Cam. They’d been so close to kissing, so close to him asking the guy out. Before he left work today he would corner Cam and get him to say yes to dinner.

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Sunday, April 22, 2012

SSS Selling It

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Andy didn’t want to shower and remove the scent of Blaine from his clothes or his skin. Not that they’d done anything other than touch, and there had been that kiss that had shaken him to his core, but, still, if he breathed in deep enough he thought he could catch a whiff of the big guy on his arm. Delicious.

Not only had his performance gone perfectly, but he’d also met someone. God, how could he even think about falling for another so soon? It was too quick, and he’d promised David. Andy stripped and held his shirt to his nose, trying desperately to catch Blaine’s scent.

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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Celebrating with Havan Fellows

This week I'm celebrating 50,000 hits on my blog by giving away prizes and having fun with friends. Please welcome Havan Fellows!

Wow Sara…I knew last time I was here with the Story Orgy that I loved your place…you know—when you forgot to give me the key and we had to pick the lock *blushes*… I raided your icebox and stole your Schweddy Balls Ben & Jerry ice cream *giggles*…but I love what you've added to the place…

Oh looky you…you're throwing a party…with lots of guests! Wow, I wasn't expecting a crowd…*yanks my trench coat down my arms and lets it slip to the ground…turns slowly in my new outfit and stops…strikes a pose* oh my…I just don't do well with crowds…*turns face to left and lifts chin…twist back a bit…strikes another pose* I get all tongue tied and become a wallflower...*wraps arms around Sara's waist leans in…strikes another pose* I'm just sooooooo out of my element…*spots tray* oooooooh mini quiches and crab cakes…

*pops a crab cake in my mouth and chews...swallows...looks around at everyone* Um...hello. I'm Havan Fellows...I do a lot of stuff...I annoy my EDJ bossman, hang with my fabulous muse enjoying life, drive my yin insane on a regular basis...and I write. I specialize in M/M, but a few of my WIP are M/M/F and M/F. I'm published with Breathless Press and I'm self published with a group that I write with, Story Orgy.

Well, next month I have my very first solo release coming out! *wiggles and giggles and hip bumps with Sara a few* It is an amazing feeling. Don't get me wrong, I love (and am proud of) the three anthologies I have out with the Story Orgy, and my solo release is actually a book that started out as a blog story with the Story Orgy...but...having a solo release makes me feel like darn—I've arrived.

Having three anthologies out has brought up an interesting topic more than one time around me. Do anthologies sell as well as solo books do?

I like to think they do. I mean I personally love finding an antho that has a fave author of mine in it. Even if I've never heard about the other authors—that is kinda like a mystery prize, you know? I get to read the story by the author I know and love...and then I get to try out new authors and see if their writing fits in my mind like a puzzle piece...*giggles* Sure, some of them I won't like...some of them I may love and hunt out more of their work...either way I still feel like I won because I tried something new...*winks*

Oh oh oh...another perk to anthos? Sometimes I'm in the mood for a swift romp...and sometimes I'm in the mood for a long slow session. Anthos appease my need for a quickie. A nice short read that I can get through after a hard day of work when I need to reach that climatic HEA and settle my nerves.

The reason for all this anthology talk is simple. My solo read coming out on May 11th is called Emery's Ritches, and it is the second book in my Synchronous Seductions series (try saying that five times I'll tell you about Emery's Ritches in just a moment. The first book in that series is Harlan's Ryde, and it is found in my Story Orgy anthology Word Play published by Breathless Press. Now you don't have to read these books in order to enjoy them, but doing it that way does heighten your pleasure...*smirks* I'll tell you all about Emery's Ritches, and if you leave a comment I'll put you in the running to win a copy of Word Play! *big smiles* You know...get you primed for when the second book comes out...hehe

So here you first solo release...ahhhhh—hey! Not that type of! Not that type *heads desk giggling*

Emery's Ritches
Ritchie Lymings is wallowing in self-pity after seeing the man he loves—his best friend—reunited with his arch enemy. He's drowning his sorrows in coffee and caramel when an irritating stranger barges into his life, determined to make him smile. Even if this interloper is too dense to understand his faux pas, Ritchie figures he may be good for a quickie to get his mind off of his immediate situation. A simple round of love 'em and leave 'em sounds promising.

Emery Hutchins recognizes Ritchie immediately when he stops for his morning coffee and breakfast. His friend Ryder had been telling him stories about "the infuriating twit" for years. Fate and coincidence were two things that normally gave Emery cause for pause, but he couldn't let this opportunity pass him by. Unable to relinquish control to fate though, he immediately devises a plan to make the deliciously snarky Ritchie his own, one hundred percent completely.

But for these two diverse personalities there is one major problem. How can Ritchie's attitude and Emery's meticulousness blend together, or is this an oil and water mess?

*bends over and whispers loudly* the way...if you wanna find me I'll be at my blog Havan's Heavenly Haven.

Celebrating with Julie Hayes

This week I'm celebrating 50,000 hits on my blog by giving away prizes and having friends over. Please welcome Julie Hayes.

I hear voices in my head.

No, I’m not daft or certifiable—at least no more than any other writer, I think. The voices that I hear are not the kind that tell me to do strange things or incite me to desperate acts, rather they belong to my characters, both those I know and those I’ve yet to meet. And I’ve learned something in over forty years of writing—when they speak, I listen!

Carrying paper and pencil or pen is wonderful advice for those moments when your characters begin to speak and you want to capture them for posterity. It’s all well and good to say oh, I’ll remember that, no problem, until  you’re sitting in front of your computer screen and your fingers are in place upon the keyboard and suddenly you’ve forgotten every single word you were sure you’d remember forever. As they talk, you should write, that much is just a given.

But sometimes you aren’t in a position to write—for example, while you’re driving, or when you’re showering (bathing isn’t quite so bad, at least you can take the paper and pen into the bathroom and write while you soak), or even when you’re having sex. So what do you do? If it’s just one line, you can keep repeating it to yourself until you’re in a position to write it down, and that can work. But what if it’s more than that?

I have a little trick for those moments. At least it works for me. I get a mental picture of the emotions involved, and capture them visually, imprinting them with the words, almost like a hot key. So that when I’m ready, I “press” the key, and then it comes out where I can capture it. If I let the character ramble before I’m ready, I find that I lose the words. But if I imprint them in this way, then they stay there, waiting for me to access them.

For example, last year my daughter and I went to see Inception at the theatre, the Leonardo di Caprio film. I wasn’t even sure at first that I wanted to see it, but she did  so I agreed to go. Before we went, I got to thinking about Leo and other films that I’ve seen him in over the years, including Total Eclipse (Leo and David Thewlis – totally hot! Kissing and nakedness, very delicious!), and I heard a voice speak to me.

“Did you know that Leonardo di Caprio is a vampire?”

Sounds like an odd beginning or introduction even for a character. But I thought what the heck, let’s listen. I realized that this was a new character, so I remembered the line, all through Inception. Afterwards, I decided to elaborate, as I drove home. First, I needed character names. In Inception, Cillian Murphy’s character’s name is Robert Fisher. He’s an important character, and his name stuck in my head, but I reversed it and changed it slightly. So Robert Fisher became Fisher Roberts. One character down, now for number two (I already knew this would be m/m, so I needed another male name). As I was driving, I scanned everything around me—billboards, businesses, vehicles, whatever—for the mate to Fisher Roberts. I saw an ad for hunting, and suddenly I had it—Hunter, who became Hunter Long.  It wasn’t til long after I began to write that I saw what I had inadvertently done – Fisher and Hunter. It might seem contrived to some, but it was totally accidental.

I knew nothing about these two guys, but I began to write, using that first line, and I kept writing until some 35k later, I was done. And that is how Leonardo di Caprio is a Vampire was born.

This isn’t the only time this has happened to me, far from it. There once was a time when I was researching a non-fiction book, a children’s book about composer Percy Granger, when a voice began to speak, and he told me he was a gay werewolf. I could feel that he was a nice man, so I politely told him to please wait til I was done with the other book.  But he kept talking, so to appease him I thought I would just write down a few notes and hold onto them until I was ready. Those few notes became the first chapter of To The Max. Which became an entire book. And which now has a sequel. All because a voice wanted to be heard. Oh, that other book never got written yet. Guess Percy needs to speak louder, eh?

Another time, it was Judas Iscariot that spoke, and that book became Revelations (for which I’m still seeking a publisher). Sometimes I only get to the first chapter, and then it sits as a WIP until I get back to it. But at least it’s a start.

I hate to think about all of the characters that I have lost or forgotten because I wasn’t able to keep their words in my head. Perhaps they’ll come back again someday, but I’m not holding my breath. That goes for the books I’ve written in my dreams, but forget the moment I wake up. Since I started using my little mnemonic trick, I haven’t lost a thing, and that’s a good feeling. I just hope my readers agree that it was worth it!

Do your characters talk to you? Do you have any tricks you use for getting your characters down onto paper?  I’d love to hear about it!  Thanks for having me, Sara, have a great day, everyone!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Wednesday Briefs Jeff's Way, the second in the New Orleans Nights series

Welcome to Wednesday Briefs, the post that will make you smile, laugh, cry, or just enjoy the story. A few weeks ago I had a Briefs story called Mike's Way, if you would like to pick up the ending it's available at AllRomance for free. This week I'm starting on the second story in the New Orleans Nights series with Jeff's Way.

At any rate, here we go!  The next prompt is: "Hit me with your best shot"  or use these alternate prompts:

unicorn, mandolin, some sort of plant, or "hit or miss", or "sex on the beach", or "I thought I knew (fill in the blank), until he/she....", or bartender, math, elephant

Today I used hit me with your best shot.

Introducing Jeff's Way, the second story in the New Orleans Nights series

Cam hopped off the bar stool and stretched his legs, wondering how long it would take to seduce Jeff? The guy never wavered, never did anything stupid, never messed up. He was a rock, solid in body and soul.

"Want another drink?" Mike, the bartender asked.

"No, thanks though."

"Rough day?" Mike swiped a towel over the bar and Cam noticed for the first time a gold band on his left ring finger.

"Wait," Cam said.

Mike stopped wiping the bar and cocked up an eyebrow, "Yes?"

"Your ring. Are you married? I thought you were gay."

Mike's cheeks turned pink and he smiled. "I'm gay and yes I'm married. We had a commitment ceremony last Monday. The state may not accept my status, but me and Paulo are solid."

"Wow." Cam sat back down, wondering if some of Mike's luck would rub off on him.

"So, you dating anyone?" Mike asked.


"But you want to?" Mike opened another Bud and sat on the table in front of Cam. "On the house. Why don't you hit me with your best shot and tell me what's up. The bar's quiet tonight."

Cam scrubbed his hand over his scruffy jaw, thinking about Jeff and his mile long legs, his narrow hips and his luscious shoulders. "I've got it bad. He works with me."


"You would think it was, but he's so...I don't know, strict. He's like a rock, always on time, always right, always the best at everything he does."

"Is he gay?"

Cam felt his insides turn, this was the scary part. "I don't know."

Mike let out a bark of laughter, and wiped down the bar again. "Cam, my boy, you need to figure that out before you make a move. What if the guy is into pussy? You gonna be able to stand that?"

Cam slammed down the rest of his beer, shaking his head. "Hell, I'll have to. Not like I can make him gay if he isn't."

"Does he ever come in here?" Mike asked.

"No, I've never seen him outside of work." Cam had settled up his tab earlier but threw an extra two dollars on the bar, and stood again, this time turning to the door and walking out into the muggy night. He had to get up the courage to talk to Jeff. It was driving him crazy not knowing.


Jeff threw off the covers, trying to cool off his sweat soaked body. Fuck, not another one of those dreams. Tentatively he slid his right hand down his chest, scraping his palms over his nipples and gasping at their sensitivity. As he moved his hand closer to his cock he shut his eyes, envisioning Cam on his knees, his lips pressed against the head of his dick.

“Fuck.” Jeff grabbed onto his rod, jacking once then again, all the while wishing Cam was with him in bed, sucking him, holding him and fucking him. He wanted to wrap his legs around the man and let him sink in to his willing channel, fucking him over good.

Jeff’s tight ring of muscles flexed causing him to moan. He was close to going over the edge. His balls rode high and he squeezed harder, sending him crashing over the wall of orgasmic bliss. “Cam,” he whispered, wondering how he could get the guy into his bed.

Tomorrow, somehow in the morning he would screw up enough courage to ask Cam to dinner. Fuck, that was lame. Maybe drinks. Lamer. No dinner, he would ask him to go out to that little place off of Toulouse Street.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Celebrating with Sharita Lira

Author Sharita Lira is joining me today in my 50K hits celebration for my blog. She'll be giving away books so please leave your comments and she'll pick a winner at then end of the week.

BLMorticia with her snarky series about a man looking to shed his "gayness" The Army's the place to get right, right? Think again!

Overall Blurb for You Don't Ask, We Don't Tell Series

A gay curious young man whose fell over the fence more than a couple of times is seeking the armed forces to become more of a straight man under the duress of his family. He leaves behind his on and off again lover, Dari Kirk.

At the local recruiter’s office, he meets Corporal Justin Belvidere who can tell he’s hiding something. Running away from something he needs. He knows just what training facility to send him to. The one part of the army that everyone knows to be one of the finest and most upstanding platoons in the armed forces but they have hidden secrets.

Captain Morris Dunst runs Army company 9669. A proud group of men known for their tenacity, wit, and strength. He’s produced some of the best soldiers in his ten year tenure, teaching them how to be real men.

That take it all like men.

Cody is unaware he’s stepped into the platoon that makes the gay man realize his true potential as a well adjusted uncloseted male in the homophobic society. Morrie makes sure of that along with his right hand man and boyfriend, Lieutenant Darios Bright.

Cody will walk out of company 9669 with a new outlook and respect for his newfound manhood. The men in the platoon will see to it.

All information in the book about army life is factual while the company itself is all fiction as well as the characters. Its intent is to be humorous while showing the growing pains of a young man as he learns how to accept his homosexuality and the relationship with his lover without fear.



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Blurb for The Power of Muse and Inspiration: No such thing as vampires!

William Chatterley is an up and coming author looking for a partner after many dead end dates. Finally, he believes he’s found a suitable mate in Andrew and they see one another.

The vampire Jude is weak from being without love in his life. When he sees the author, he desires him right away but his companion is a stumbling block.

How will he get passed it and when he does, will the mortal want to be his partner? What will he choose? Will Jude convince him to become his eternal lover?

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Monday, April 16, 2012

Celebrate with Lavinia Lewis

This week I'm celebrating 50,000 hits on my blog with giveaways, prizes and fun. Lavinia Lewis is giving away a copy of two of her books, read below to find out more. Leave a comment and we'll pick on Thursday!

Thanks so much for having me here today Sara and congratulations on the huge 50,000 hits on your blog!
Okay, so I’ve been reading M/M romance for a few years now and although I read pretty much everything, one of my favourite themes is paranormal romance, particularly shifters and vampires. I’m not sure why exactly, but I love the fantasy element. I love the idea that there could be more to the world we live in than meets the eye - that friends, family and neighbours etc could be more than they seem and hiding a deep dark secret from us. That passion for the sub-genre is the reason I started creating my own paranormal world.
In just a couple of weeks’ book five in my Shifters Haven series will be released and I’m really excited about it. Nate’s Deputy is my favourite book in the series so far. Of course every book we write has its own significance to us. Luke’s Surprise will always be special to me because it was the first book I ever completed and the first published, but I’d like to think I’ve learnt a lot since the beginning and I’ve tried to incorporate that knowledge into Nate’s Deputy. It’s different to the others.
The previous books in the series follow the basic ‘rules’ if there is such a thing of shifter romances. Each couple meet and instantly recognise the mating bond and although there are difficulties faced, they cannot resist the pull of the bond. They cannot turn their back on destiny. But the last thing any writer wants is to be formulaic – to write the same story over again. Not only is that boring for the reader, it is boring for us to write. So when I started writing Nate’s Deputy I took a long, hard look at the other books in the series to see what I could do differently. I wanted something that set it apart from the rest – that made it stand out. I’d like to think I achieved what I set out to do, but of course that is for the readers to decide. My only hope is that everyone that reads it gets as much enjoyment out of it as I got from writing it.
Leave a comment on the post to win a copy of both the last book in the series Aaron’s Awakening and an advance copy of Nate’s Deputy which will be released on April 30th.

The Blurb:-
Werewolf Nate Stanford is riddled with guilt over his brother Rick’s death…so much so that when he meets his mate—Deputy Sheriff Jared Ambrose—he rejects him, believing he is not good enough for Jared and not worthy of being loved. The only thing that matters to him is buying his childhood home in honour of his brother’s memory.
     Since their father died, Jared Ambrose has taken on responsibility for his younger brother, whose drinking binges are constantly getting him into trouble. Jared’s only hope of saving his brother is finding them a place they can call home. Jared wants to make Sheriff, but believes he’ll never be elected if the residents of his new town find out he is gay. When he realises Nate is his mate, he knows it’s not possible for them to be together.
     But trouble in their small town and unrest in the supernatural council force them together and make them question their decisions. Can these two stubborn men conquer their demons and overcome all obstacles to carve out a life together?

“Nate. You got a minute?”
Nate stopped in his tracks. The sound of Jared’s voice sent chills through his body. He didn’t turn around to look at him…he couldn’t. Jared’s voice was all business and although Nate didn’t want any type of relationship with the wolf, it was only because he didn’t want to hurt him. He knew he wasn’t good enough for Jared. The man could do better than him. But from the tone of his voice, Nate could tell the wolf had his own reasons for not wanting anything to do with him and Nate was about to hear them. He wasn’t sure he was ready for that, but he supposed there was no time like the present.
“Pete? Would you mind leaving us alone for a minute?”
Pete opened his mouth to object but he must have seen something in Nate’s eyes that changed his mind because he closed his mouth quickly and gave a sharp nod of his head.
“Sure. The first aid kit is behind the bar. I’ll be outside. Holler if you need anything.”
Nate nodded his agreement and silently watched his friend walk out of the bar. He still couldn’t meet Jared’s gaze. He walked across the room, avoiding the smashed glass on the floor, and retrieved the first aid kit. Placing it on the counter, he clicked open the lock. While he was rooting around in the box, Jared crossed the room and stood in front of the bar.
“How are you doing?”
Nate curled his fingers around a bottle of antiseptic lotion and squeezed.
“I’m quite sure you didn’t follow me in here to discuss my health.”
He finally looked up and met Jared’s gaze. His stomach lurched and his breath caught in his chest. Jared had to be the most handsome man he’d ever set eyes on, but the deep creases in his forehead and the tight set to his lips made Nate wince.
“You’re right, I didn’t. Look, nobody here in town knows about my preference and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Your preference?” Nate queried, although he thought he already had a good idea what Jared was talking about.
“For men,” the deputy confirmed.
Nate scoffed. “You make it sound like a choice rather than something you’re born as.”
“I didn’t mean… I…” Jared sighed and his shoulders slumped forward. He scrubbed a hand down his face. “It’s just, I don’t have time to start anything right now. I want to make sheriff and if people know I’m gay, I can forget about that, and then there’s my brother, Tristan—he depends on me… I can’t—”
Nate had heard enough. He raised a hand to silence Jared and at once the wolf stopped talking and waited to hear what he had to say.
“You don’t have to say any more. I’m not in the market for a mate myself, as it happens.”
Jared’s mouth opened in surprise. “You’re not?”
“Right, well, that’s great then. Uh…yeah, great.” Jared nodded his head and turned to leave.
Jared paused then looked over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“About the fight, it wasn’t Tristan’s fault. Thought you should know the kid wasn’t the one to start the trouble.”
Jared nodded. “Thanks, appreciate that.”
Nate watched Jared’s retreating form with regret. He was sure he’d done the right thing, so why did he feel like he’d just made the biggest fucking mistake of his life? It didn’t matter anyway. Jared had made his stance perfectly clear. Seemed neither of them were in the right place to start a relationship, mates or not. It might hurt like hell to ignore their bond but it wouldn’t kill him…at least, he didn’t think it would. Nate had never heard of a wolf rejecting their mate before. Why would they?

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