To help celebrate the launch of LM Somerton’s new website, I’ve popped on over as a guest and laid out a little bit of info on my new release, Athis Dey: Finding Home Series book 4. To further help celebrate, I’ve donated an e-copy of Athis Dey to add to the many prizes she’s giving away.
Check out a tantalizing excerpt of Athis Dey and join the giveaway!
AND THE WINNERS ARE… SERENA AND BARBARA!! CONGRATULATIONS!!! *throws confetti*
To celebrate I’m hosting a giveaway – 2 free e-copies!!! Leave a comment below (with your email address in the body of the comment) and you’ll be entered in to win. Two winners will be chosen at the end of the day this Friday March 27th using random.org.
If you don’t want to wait, feel free to buy your copy today at Totally Bound HERE 😉
For a little taste, check out the excerpt below. 🙂
After opening his eyes, Larken blinked several times to clear his vision. Glancing around the room, he knew right away that it wasn’t his own. Memories from earlier in the day came flooding back.
Tessa’s smooth skin and Corben’s calloused hands. Soft touches and fierce kisses. Hard muscles and luscious curves. Her cool breath against his skin. The tight heat of Corben’s channel clamped down around his dick as he thrust into him.
He fed from the both of them—the man’s blood finally giving him the release his body begged for.
Blinking a few more times, Larken tried to remember what had happened after that, but he couldn’t. He must’ve fallen asleep shortly after, which was a surprise considering that rest rarely came to him these days.
“Well, good evening. Did you sleep well?”
Rolling onto his back, he looked across the room to Tessa, who stood by her wardrobe. Had he slept well? Not really. “Yeah, sure.” While stretching his large frame, he moved his arms across the bed and realized something. “Where’s Corben?”
Tessa smirked at him. “He left shortly after you fell asleep. You kept trying to push him out of the bed.” She let out a soft giggle. “You tried pushing me out, too, but I just pushed back. This is my bed after all. I wasn’t about to let you kick me out of it.”
Larken chuckled at her remark. Tessa was a tough woman, and he was glad that she had survived the invasion the coven had suffered two weeks prior. Slowly, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. A chill ran through him from the cold air in the room. The mid December winter was becoming harsh—the temperatures were lower than normal, but at least that kept the snow away. With the long travels he would be taking this evening, though, he’d rather have the snow.
He didn’t turn to look at Tessa as she sat down beside him.
“You look a little tired,” she commented.
He still couldn’t believe he’d actually slept. He considered himself lucky if he even managed to get an hour of rest a day. Every time he closed his eyes, all he dreamed about was him. Larken sighed when his chest tightened at just the thought of him. He hated that Zane still got to him the way he did, but Larken was finding ways around it, finding ways to push those thoughts aside—to make himself not care. Granted, others might not think his methods were the best to go with, but he didn’t care what anybody else thought.
A delicate hand came up to rest on his shoulder. “Maybe you should sleep some more.”
He didn’t acknowledge Tessa’s suggestion. He was pretty sure it was the feeding that had allowed him to rest so peacefully, and it wasn’t as if he had time to do that again. Getting up, Larken walked over to the chair that held his clothes. He remained quiet as he dressed, but was well aware of Tessa getting closer to him.
“You know,” she spoke softly behind him, “after all of the years that we’ve known each other, I like to consider us as friends.” She stepped nearer and rested her cheek on his back as she leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “If you ever want to talk about…” She hesitated when he tensed. “Well, if you ever just want to talk, I’m here to listen.”
She came around to stand before him and graced him with a light kiss to his cheek. Looking down at her, he saw the worry in her eyes. He tried to smile, but had a feeling he hadn’t been too successful at it.
“I have to go,” he finally said.
Tessa rolled her eyes and walked away mumbling, “Stubborn vampire.”
Larken truly did smile that time and followed her toward the door. He stopped in the doorway and kissed her cheek as she had done to him. “Thank you.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah.” What playfulness she held faded away. “Take care of yourself, all right?”
He wanted to respond, to assure her that he would, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say it.
Would it be lies if I did?
Seeming to understand his hesitation, Tessa just smiled again and gave him a light push out into the hall. “Go on. Get out of here.” Brief hatred flared in her eye. “Make sure that traitor burns.”
He nodded in agreement then headed off to his room. Tonight he and Keddrick would start their travels to Allengard, where the vampire council was located, and hand Varek over to them to serve him justice for his treachery.
I’m taking part in the Love Is Love hop, sharing with y’all an excerpt of my upcoming release, Athis Dey: Finding Home series book 4.
With the last book in the series, a lot of you were a little disappointed that Larken hadn’t gotten his HEA. Well fear not, because in Athis Dey Larken finally finds the right man for him – Khale. 🙂
Khale is the opposite of everything Larken usually looks for in a guy, but as hard as Larken tries he can’t seem to get the man out of his head.
Khale has spent the majority of his life suppressing his desires for other men, but when Larken comes around he finds himself tossing the rules right out the window.
Nothing comes easy for these two, but fate is fate and there is no running from it.
Is it truly better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
In Larken’s case, he isn’t so sure. He did love someone, then he lost them, and it hurt like hell. Now, Larken has to figure out how he’s going to get over it and find love once more. Then again, does he even want to care for someone so strongly for a second time? He’s had his heart broken once, and he fears it’s too soon to open up to someone else. But how can he really deny the new feelings that are growing inside him?
Khale, on the other hand, has yet to fall in love at all. It’s something he’s wanted his whole life, and now he finds that it may be within his grasp. Khale could love Larken with all his heart—he can see himself with the warrior for the rest of his life. But Khale also yearns for Vardel to finally accept him as his son, and this wanting misguides him, leading him into trouble. Now he needs Larken’s help—he needs the man he’s fallen in love with to save him, but he fears his secrets and possible betrayal will have ruined his chance of ever finding happiness.
Excerpt (Khale’s POV)
That cocky grin returned as Larken started his way. Khale didn’t move an inch as the man assessed him once again, circling around him then coming to a stop behind him. His breath hitched when Larken touched the loose hairs at the back of his neck. The warrior’s fingers then brushed against his back as he wrapped his hand around Khale’s braid then followed its length down to the curve of his ass. A tingle ran along his spine as Larken’s touch lingered there, his ass clenching with anticipation at how close that hand was to his entrance.
But every erotic feeling fled when he felt the tug at the end of his braid. Spinning around, he slapped Larken’s hand away. His nerves grated as the man chuckled and held his hands up in surrender—the tie to Khale’s hair held between his fingers.
Glaring at him, Khale snatched the tie back. Pulling his braid over his shoulder, he quickly made work of re-braiding what hair had come loose then tied it off with the leather cord.
“All right,” Larken said on another chuckle. “The hair’s off limits. Got it.”
Khale wanted to snap back at him, but the hungry look that quickly filled the warrior’s eyes had his body once again coming to life.
What was it about Larken that did this to him?
He froze in place as Larken leaned in closer to him, his breathing becoming ragged as he watched Larken’s tongue slowly glide along his bottom lip. He hated that this man had such an effect on him, but he yielded willingly when the warrior cupped his face within his large hands. His heart raced as Larken’s breath ghosted across his lips. Unable to wait a moment longer, Khale closed what little distance there was left between them and crushed their mouths together.
Khale moaned as Larken pressed their bodies together. He wasn’t usually one to be dominated, but he had no problem letting Larken take the lead. That notion should’ve bothered him, but his painful erection took precedence over his thoughts.
Larken’s tongue slipped into his mouth and Khale shivered with desire. With a firm hold on his face, the warrior walked backward toward his bedroom, both of them ravishing each other’s mouths as they stumbled along. Once there, Khale finally gave in to temptation and touched Larken. Larken’s muscles tensed beneath his hands, the hard feel exciting Khale even more. He could picture Larken above him, taking him in every way.
He wanted it.
As if sensing his thoughts, Larken broke the kiss and stared down at him. “Get undressed,” he growled out.
Shaking with need, Khale removed his clothing, his gaze never leaving Larken as the warrior stripped as well. The man was stunning. Every inch of him was perfectly sculpted. He was built and hard and made for Khale’s touch.
Khale reached out, wanting to run his fingers along the rippled abdomen, but instead gasped when Larken pushed him down onto the bed. No one had ever dared do such a thing to him. No one would ever think of pushing him around. With his mouth open, ready to protest what Larken had done, his words failed him. Larken covered his body with his own, the warmth of his skin seeping into him, making his dick grow harder than he thought possible.
Larken glared at him as he took hold of Khale’s wrists and held them above his head. “Don’t move.”
Khale wanted to protest again yet found himself nodding in compliance. The feel of Larken’s lips trailing along his throat made him tremble even more. When the warrior nipped at the crook of his neck, Khale couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping him. Arching his hips up, he rubbed his hard length along the curve of Larken’s hip, moaning again at the sweet pressure it provided.
To his dismay, Larken lifted himself up, severing the touch between them. “I said don’t move.”
With his chest heaving with every breath he took, Khale quickly nodded his head again.
Larken smiled at him—that cocky grin that Khale was quickly starting to hate—but his irritation faded as Larken took hold of his cock. Groaning, Khale bucked his hips, wanting so bad for that hand to stroke him.
A sparkle shone in Larken’s eyes and the man tightened his grip.
Khale’s needy trembles were clearly showing now. It was cruel how the warrior was torturing him with teasing touches, but he had a feeling he knew what Larken was waiting for, and there was no way he was going to say it.
Larken squeezed his dick again.
“Please,” he begged. Khale immediately cursed himself. How could he have let the word slip from his mouth so easily?
Lust filled Larken’s eyes and he slowly moved his hand up and down once. Khale groaned and bucked his hips again, needing for him to move faster, but Larken just stopped completely.
Oh, to hell with this no moving shit. It’d been too long for him to lie around and play games. Not wanting to be the yielding bottom anymore, Khale wrapped his hand around Larken’s and forced the man to stroke his cock. “Oh gods!”
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I’m super excited to have DP Denman back as a guest, because that means she’s come out with another amazing book! If there’s a series out there to be anxiously waiting to read, it’s Denman’s Saving Liam series! I absolutely loooooved the first book, Saving Liam, and I am beyond ecstatic to read book two, Skin Deep.
Please join me in welcoming DP as she graces us with a showcase of her latest release, and feel free to leave a comment or two. 🙂
DP Denman writes character-driven gay romance about survivors. Her stories are real and intense but always resolve in the type of ending that makes readers want to start the book all over again. She is from the Pacific Northwest and bases all of her stories in Vancouver, British Columbia, a city that is dear to her heart.
In her spare time, she is a dedicated LGBTQ rights activist fighting for those who have been marginalized and abused. To that end, 25% of the royalties from every book go to support LGBT charities.
Sometimes the problem is the answer.
Liam Newman escaped his abusive past to start a new life with the man who saved him. Unfortunately, the old life refuses to stay buried. When a fan of his porn star persona appears, he’s forced to reinvent himself in a surprising new career. Will it give him the rebirth he craves or lead him deeper into the life he’s trying to leave behind?
Someone was watching him. The sensation crawled across Liam’s shoulders like a spider, making him twitch. He didn’t bother turning around. Every time it happened, he always found the same eyes and glaring back hadn’t done any good so far. He hung his overcoat in his narrow locker in the employee lounge and pretended not to notice.
He didn’t know what to make of the restaurant’s newest server but Eric got on his nerves. The guy was average in build, height, and looks but there was something troubling in the way he stared. The expression that came close to a leer was altogether annoying. He’d seen that look before in other equally annoying men and tried not to think about it, pushing the irritation and the memory away. He had a job to do and he wasn’t going to let Eric get to him.
Liam checked his hair in the small mirror tacked to the inside of the locker door as the other employees trickled out of the room to start their shifts. He pushed the locker closed to join them and spun the combination lock determined to pretend Eric was nothing but a piece of furniture. He didn’t intend to stick around for a conversation.
“Your name’s Liam, right?” Eric asked from the opposite side of the room as the last co-worker disappeared into the hall.
Apparently, he was too late. “Yes.”
“Should I call you that or do you prefer ‘Angel’?”
The name slapped his heart into a gallop and he jerked his gaze to Eric. No one had called him Angel for over six months. He hadn’t missed it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He swallowed, his voice an almost breathless quiver that didn’t sound convincing even to him.
“Sure you do.” Eric smiled and opened his locker. “You’re that hot kid on the porn site. I’ve been a fan for a long time. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
His palms were slick with sweat as he tried to pretend he really didn’t have any idea what Eric was talking about, stuffing them in the pockets of his pants to hide the trembling.
“That’s not me.”
“I have to admit, you look smaller on the screen but I guess they wanted it that way.” Eric ignored the denial.
“What do you want?” He glared at him fed up with the conversation.
“Nothing at the moment, though I wouldn’t mind hooking up later if you have the time.”
“I’m seeing someone.”
“So?” Eric shrugged and hung up his coat. “I’m not talking about a date, just a hook up. Nobody has to know. Consider me a dress rehearsal for the next video. You’re still doing those, right? I’d hate to think you gave that up to work here.”
“I’m not interested.” He ignored the comment.
He wasn’t going to get into a discussion about his non-existent porn career with a guy who only liked him for his ass. He knew the type. They never listened.
“What?” Eric glanced his direction. “You don’t do it for free?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about and even if I did I’m not interested.” He said again with enough conviction to sound believable.
Eric raked him with a lustful stare that made him shiver.
“Yes, you do. I’d know those pretty eyes anywhere…and that fuckable mouth. It’s you so why don’t you drop the act, Angel.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Fine…Liam.” Eric pushed his locker closed and stepped closer to stuff a piece of paper between two of the buttons on Liam’s dress shirt before striding toward the door. “That’s my number. Call me.”
He pulled the paper right back out, crumpled it in his fist, and dropped it in the trash, anger and terror whipping through him hard enough to make him shudder. He dragged in a couple of breaths trying to calm the fearful thundering of his heart.
He wasn’t that person anymore. He’d left that nightmare behind in an empty apartment across town. It was supposed to be over and he wasn’t sure which was more terrifying: that Eric was going to keep propositioning him or that he’d tell the rest of the staff his secret. He didn’t think he could take working with people who’d seen what he’d done or what all those men had done to him.
It took him three tries to get his locker back open, his hands trembling too much to be precise with the dial. He fumbled his cell phone out of the pocket of his coat and called Justin. He wasn’t going to tell him the whole sordid story over the phone, not when he had to be out on the restaurant floor in two minutes but he could at least hear his voice.