How Was Secured and Free Born? w/ Z. Allora

May 30, 2017

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Greetings! Thank you Dreamspinner Press for allowing me to share some information about how Secured and Free was born.

To celebrate the release of Secured and Free I’ll be giving away 3 e-books, 2 audiobooks of Lock and Key (Book #1 of Entwined Dreams) and a $20 gift card to Dreamspinner Press. Details below.

 

How was Secured and Free born?

Orion Gordon, one of Secured and Free’s main characters had a secondary part in Lock and Key. One of my critique partners (Danny Brüggemann) hadn’t even finished reading the beta read for Lock and Key and she private messaged me on Facebook.

Danny: “So Orion’s story is next.”

Z: (my head screamed YES, but that wasn’t the original order of the story) Um, no. Why?

Danny: His story is next.

Z: … No, actually Xander’s—

Danny: Orion gets a happy ending, so who is it? Marcus? Although what about Hunter? (she completely ignored my attempts at denials) Marcus? It’s Marcus, right? But Hunter…

Z: … (the plot bunny threw a lightning bolt at my head) Damn you!

Danny: Why not—

Z: Don’t say it. I know…

Danny: (LOL) Orion does need a village just ask Xander.

Z: (growled & pouted)

Then I did what was destined to be and wrote Secured and Free.

And that’s how my story priority order changed, and how Orion got his happily ever after in book two of Entwined Dreams.

I want to share some excerpts from Lock and Key as well as Secured and Free. I think this will help remind you where his path took him.

This first snippet is when meet Orion in Chapter 2 of Lock and Key (Entwined Dreams #1). Since the main character, Zack Davis is 18 years old I show him dipping his toes into the BDSM pond. Chapter 2 is a BDSM 101 class and basic demonstration.

 

Excerpt of Lock and Key:

Once the chuckles and laughter died down, Jason continued. “As you can see, we are pretty relaxed here. Still, Orion and I have talked about what we’ll do tonight. We both worked out the expectations of this scene. He’s shared with me his limits, and I’ve shared mine.”

A murmur raced through the crowd.

Jason grinned. “Ah, I see. You don’t think someone in the Dominant role has limits or should explain those to the sub?”

No one said anything.

“Orion?”

Orion shrugged and said, “I wanted more intensity with the impact play than Master Jason was willing to give me. He told me his limits, and I need to respect them or find a new play partner.”

Zack understood that kind of raw had-to-have-it need.

Jason nodded. “Neither partner should be forced into a place they’re not comfortable in. I’m not saying limits shouldn’t be pushed and boundaries can’t be adjusted, but there’s a process… a negotiation for that.”

Orion frowned but didn’t say more.

Later on, in Book #1 we find out Orion’s need for rougher play had gotten out of hand.

 

Excerpt from Lock and Key:

There was a brief silence, which Tony broke. “I want to continue discussing abuse versus discipline.” Everyone glanced around them until all gazes fell on Orion Gordon.

Zack had never played much with the researcher because he couldn’t meet Orion’s need for pain. Though they’d had plenty of discussions about the progress being made in cancer research.

Fuck, no. Zack did recall he’d noticed Orion with more than one blackened eye; the guy had said it was a work-related injury. Shit! Today the guy sported two black eyes, a swollen cheek, and a split lip. How had he missed the way Orion flinched when someone made quick movements around him?

Orion shrugged but wouldn’t meet anyone’s stare. “I don’t see the big deal. They’re mostly the same thing.”

What? He couldn’t be serious. Zack had to say something.

“Discipline is what a submissive submits to in order to learn, grow, make atonement, or find subspace. Abuse is nonconsensual and serves no purpose other than to vent anger or torment another in a non-agreed-upon way.”

When Orion didn’t look at Zack, he continued, “Even if you agreed to discipline, you didn’t agree to the willful disregard of your personal welfare.”

There was silence until someone across the room said, “Safe, sane, and consensual, right?”

“Or RACK.” Zack threw the term out there.

Someone new asked, “What’s RACK?”

Joey Junior cleared his throat and got everyone’s attention. “Risk-Awareness and Consensual Kink. Nothing is completely safe. Driving a car isn’t completely safe, but we have seat belts and airbags. It’s about being aware of the risks and trying to minimize the potential issues.”

Tony asked, “I never understood why consensual kink instead of sane?”

“Well, think about it. Do you want someone not in the lifestyle telling you what sane is? Because I’d bet their definition is different than ours. If I give consent to explore breath play, I don’t want someone telling me that I’m insane. That’s between me and my Master.” Joey Junior glanced around the group.

Many gazes drifted back to the man who had everyone’s worry.

Orion peered up with a glint of defiance. “What if the play was consensual?”

“Was it?” Zack doubted Orion had given consent.

Orion folded his arms and pressed his lips together, which reopened his lip.

Xander, Orion’s best friend, pulled a tissue from his pocket and dabbed at the blood.

Orion grabbed the tissue and snarled, “Don’t. I’ve got this.”

Zack shook his head. “I find it difficult to imagine a contract or a discussion between a Master and sub, or even a slave, requesting consent to beat someone in the face.”

Tears sprang to Orion’s eyes, and he glanced away from the group.

Zack surveyed the other subs. Shit. Entwined was meant as a safe haven, but it happened even here. He’d never wanted anyone to experience the betrayal and violation he had. “Is this something that happens frequently?”

No one would answer until Sam said, “On occasion. Even with all the members being vetted, a couple Doms who don’t understand power exchange make it through.”

“What happens?” Jesus! Zack dug his fingernails into the chair, but he kept his voice even.

“Usually word gets out, and no one will scene with them, so they vanish.”

“Who did this to you, Orion?” Zack demanded, but the guy stubbornly refused to speak. Well, fuck no. Not happening again.

“Do you want that to happen to someone else? Do you want this guy to hook up with Xander? Or anyone else?” Zack wanted to wring the guy’s neck for protecting someone who needed his ass kicked.

“You know I like it rough.” Orion’s admission dared those around him to say something about it.

“There’s a difference between rough and out of control. A Dom should never be out of control. No one should be abused under the guise of BDSM play.”

Xander said, “Orion, don’t make me. You should say who, or I will.” He stroked his friend’s hair.

Orion pressed his lips together into a frown, but ultimately, he coughed up the name. “Dom Henry.”

“That fucking bastard,” one of the subs three seats away from Zack yelled out. “I’d like to explain the difference between discipline and abuse to him.”

Which brings us to the first chapter of Secured and Free. A few months have passed. Orion’s trust has so shaken he can’t even do a light scene.

 

Chapter 1 Excerpt Secured and Free:

“Cancer!” Orion couldn’t breathe.

Stop! Stop! Can’t be tied!

Everything needed to cease. Squeezing his eyes shut, he called out, “Cancer!”

The ropes vanished from around his wrists as if they had never been there.

It was no good. What kind of submissive was he if surrender was beyond him?

No! Trust. Can’t. No!

Zack spoke to him, but Orion couldn’t piece together the meaning of his words.

Andrew’s deep dominant voice cut through the building terror.

“Orion, I’m wrapping a blanket around you, and then I’m moving us to the platform.”

Blanket. Yes. Hide. No more.

Flat on his back, Orion burrowed into the warmth, hoping it might protect him.

Stupid. Idiot. I’m good for nothing. I can’t even—

Wanting it all to stop, he pressed closer to the body generating heat. The scene ended like it had too often in the recent past. There was a time Orion would have cut out his tongue rather than use a safeword. But now he used the word to make everything end before anything could even start.

“You’re with us. I’m lying next to you.” Zack’s words comforted him. Orion held on as Zack wrapped his arm lightly around Orion’s middle. Andrew stroked his hair. “You’re safe, Orion. Just breathe. Draw air in through your nose and out through your mouth. Inhale and exhale nice and slow.”

Orion gasped.

“Easy. In through your nose and out through your mouth,” Andrew instructed again.

Failed. Again. Don’t deserve to be held and petted. Can’t even breathe right.

The weight of disappointment threatened to bury him further in the abyss. Everything he believed about himself was… a lie. He focused all his energy on catching some air. Following these simple directions was the least he could do.

Inhale. Exhale. Even breaths. There. He had his respiration under control. His heart would slow eventually.

How many times had he been in one of these back rooms of Entwined? Probably countless times since he’d joined the BDSM club right after college. This room was like all the other nonthemed rooms. It was white with a padded platform for various activities. A supply cabinet stood in the corner to assist a Dom who needed to purchase something. Eyehooks decorated the walls at various heights, and it also contained a sofa, a chair, a bench, towels, blankets, and a fridge with water and juice. It had just about everything a Dom or a submissive required to live out their BDSM dreams.

Blinking to clear his vision, Orion muttered, “I thought I’d be able to handle straightforward bondage.”

Damn it. How things had changed. In the past, he’d never sought to play with either of these two men because they weren’t willing to give him the harsh treatment he needed.

Now, look at him. Had they even gotten a chance to secure the first knot on the rope before he called an end to the scene?

Was he that damaged?

To enter the giveaway: Simply leave a comment about the type of BDSM you enjoy reading or participating in. (Winners will be picked June 5th)

Many hugs,

Z. Allora

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Entwined Dreams: Secured and Free Blurb

An abusive Dom robbed Orion Gordon of his love of BDSM, destroying his confidence and leaving him unsure he’ll ever find peace through submission to another. Still, deep inside, his longing continues.

Marcus Sadir loves Hunter Dixon, yet can’t be the one thing Hunter truly desires: a sub to control. And Hunter can’t find satisfaction in the sadistic aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, while Marcus thrives on inflicting and sharing pain. When Marcus convinces Hunter they should find a third on a permanent basis, they discover Orion might be the key to bridging their differences and joining them on a deeper level.

But they must help Orion move past his trauma enough for him to enjoy new facets of BDSM and kink again. Their journey toward becoming whole—together—won’t be without challenges. Can Orion trust enough to try again?

 

Bio:

Z. Allora believes in happily ever afters for everyone. She met her own true love through the personals and has traveled to over thirty countries with him. She’s lived in Singapore, Israel and China. Now back home to the USA she’s an active member of PFLAG and a strong supporter of those on the rainbow in her community. She wants to promote understanding and acceptance through her actions and words. Writing rainbow romance allows her the opportunity to open hearts and change minds.

To contact Z. Allora:

E-mail: Z.AlloraHappyEndings@gmail.com
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Athletic Idols w/ Sean Michael

May 23, 2017

ATHLETIC IDOLS

 

Hello, Dreamspinners.

My latest book with DSP is a reprint about a former Olympic swimmer and his coach. And there’s a reason why Justin is a swimmer. Out of all the summer Olympic sports, I have to admit that the swimming, specifically men’s swimming, is my favorite. It has been for a long time, too.

I can remember when I was younger, cheering on Victor Davis and Mark Tewksbury – both Canadian swimmers who competed I the 1980 and 1990s – and how upsetting it was when Victor Davis was killed. I still get excited when I see Mark Tewksbury either participating in Olympic coverage or hosting a TV show.

Then came the Michael Phelps era. How can you not love watching someone who so excels at what they do? Nobody else swims like him and he’s left an amazing legacy of 28 Olympic medals, most of them gold. I have to admit that the Olympic men’s swimming isn’t going to feel the same in 2020.

I shared mine, so tell me, what’s your favorite summer Olympic sport?

 

Sean Michael
Smut fixes everything

 

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Blurb:

After winning Olympic gold four years ago, Justin retired from swimming, and he’s been floundering ever since. The Fourth of July finds him contemplating doing something stupid, so Justin calls up his former coach, Chris Jarvis. To his surprise, Coach answers.

When Justin retired, Chris cut all ties with the swimmer he’d fallen in love with. He never wanted Justin to love him just because it was easy. But he’s been waiting for Justin to reach out, and he’ll gladly take Justin back into his life.

When he finds out Justin is drowning in a pool of self-doubt and the belief that his happy years are behind him, Chris realizes he made a mistake letting go so suddenly, and that Justin needs structure and a firm, dominant hand to keep him on the right track. It’s time to remedy his error—as long as he can convince Justin that it’s really love.

 

Excerpt:

Chris pulled up in front of the apartment complex where Justin lived. Sure enough, there he was, lounging against the side of the building. Chris waved, engine idling.

Tall and blond, the all-American looks marred only by the red nose that proved there’d been too much drinking, Justin came over, smiling crookedly. “Coach.”

“Hey, kid. Get on in.” He smiled, let himself admire a little. Justin wasn’t his swimmer anymore; he was allowed to notice.

Justin slid in, buckled up, his blue eyes fixed on Chris. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going. How about you?” He headed back out into the road, headed for the all-night Denny’s.

“I….” He could hear Justin’s swallow. “It’s going.”

Uh-huh. Drinking. Calling him out of the blue. It wasn’t going great, if he was any judge. And when it came to Justin, he was. He’d had to be a hardass with Justin after the kid retired, simply because Justin needed to find his way. Chris hadn’t been angry when Justin announced his retirement. The kid had gone from the games to surgery and had spent months rehabbing. The time had been right for Justin to stop competing.

Bio:

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

 

Sean Michael on the web:

WEBSITE: http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
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Exploring BDSM w/ Michaela Grey + Excerpt

January 31, 2017

 Exploring BDSM with Michaela Grey

 

Thank you for having me on your blog today! I’m here to tell you a little about my newest book, Broken Halo!

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Micah Ellis has everything in his life just the way he likes it. Neat, orderly, and contained. Nothing gets through that isn’t carefully screened and sanitized, including people.

Which makes the unshakeable attraction to the mechanic who fixes his car that much more frustrating. Devon Mallory is Micah’s opposite in every way imaginable, as kind and laid-back as Micah is sharp-tongued and neurotic.

One thing’s for sure—once Devon learns what Micah’s really like, he’ll bail in a heartbeat.
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Broken Halo was my first venture in BDSM literature. I’d seen a recent uptick in novels that romanticized dangerous practices and normalized miscommunication and abuse, and it bothered me enough to try and address it in my own manner.

Micah and Devon fumble their way into a D/s relationship, starting with Micah not telling Devon what he needs until it blows up in both their faces.

From then on, though, there is clear, carefully stated consent, explicitly drawn lines of both hard and soft limits, and use of safewords from both players. There’s also a ton of aftercare and dealing with the inevitable subdrops.

Fun fact: Micah lives in Toronto because I needed a city that had actual manta rays in their aquarium. Did you know that mantas are very difficult to keep in captivity, and only a few places across North America are set up to take them? I was able to fly up to Toronto and visit the aquarium Micah goes to (and pet the rays—they feel sort of like soggy pancakes), and it’s an incredible experience.

A question for you—as readers of D/s in general, what’s the main thing you wish was touched on in more depth in the books you consume? Is there something you’d like to see covered, discussed, or simply acknowledged as part of the BDSM lifestyle?

 

EXCERPT:

 

When they arrived at the aquarium, Micah made straight for the manta ray’s tank with Devon close behind him. Micah got as close as possible without touching the glass and peered through the murky depths for a glimpse of the big black fish.

“There.” Devon pointed.

Micah leaned back against Devon’s chest and let peace wash over him as he watched the ray slowly undulate through the water. Devon wrapped his coat around him and pressed their cheeks together, and Micah found his favorite button and absently slid his thumb across the ridges.

“Did you know that mantas don’t have noses?” Devon murmured.

Micah blinked, startled. He hadn’t known that.

“They can get up to twenty-five feet in length and weigh as much as three thousand pounds,” Devon continued. “A lot of people are afraid of them because they look like stingrays, but they don’t even have a stinger, and they’re very gentle.”

Micah sighed and relaxed into Devon’s arms. The manta ray floated toward them. It filled Micah’s vision and hung suspended in the water on the other side of the glass as they watched it. Micah could feel the poison leaving his soul, draining from him as the enormous fish floated gracefully away, toward the other side of the tank.

“What do they eat?” Micah asked.

“Plankton, tiny fish, crustaceans like shrimp,” Devon said into his ear. “They’re closely related to sharks, and they have a lot of teeth, but they don’t use them to eat. They have a… a filtering system, sort of like whales.”

Micah smiled. He turned in Devon’s embrace and went up on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Devon’s neck. “Did you learn all those facts for me?”

“Maybe I just find manta rays fascinating,” Devon teased.

“Thank you,” Micah whispered. He leaned back and looked into Devon’s affectionate, worried eyes. “Take me home, Devon. I need to make love to you.”

 

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Broken Halo by Michaela Grey

 

BIO:

Michaela Grey told stories to put herself to sleep since she was old enough to hold a conversation in her head. When she learned to write, she began putting those stories down on paper. She resides in the Texas Hill Country with her cats, and she is perpetually on the hunt for peaceful writing time.

When she’s not writing, she’s knitting while watching TV or avoiding responsibilities on Tumblr, where she blogs about cats and writing, offers dubious life advice, and tries to keep her cat off the keyboard.

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Frugal Coffee Snob with SJD Peterson + Giveaway

December 6, 2016

Frugal Coffee Snob with SJD Peterson

 

I like many others, love coffee!  I mean seriously love coffee. I drink it from morning to night and am an unapologetic coffee snob. I write hours upon hours and it’s a rare occasion that there isn’t a pot of coffee available. I need it to keep myself focused and warm (I’m always cold). The bonus is, it’s always available to anyone who comes to visit.  Nine times out of ten it will be a rich brew of Colombian. However, on occasion I like to add a little flavor to the Joe.

Flavored coffees can be expensive, especially when buying it by the cup. I found a way to satisfy my taste buds without going broke. I make my own at a fraction of the cost.

The simplest way is to check your spice rack. Try adding about ¼ of a teaspoon of your favorite flavor to your coffee grounds before you brew your morning Joe. I recommend cinnamon, apple or pumpkin pie spice or nutmeg

Mocha coffee your flare? Add ½-1 teaspoon of cocoa to your coffee grounds, mix well and pour into your brewing basket. For those of you, who like me, drink a lot of coffee, or want to give it as a gift, add ¼ to 1/3 cup of cocoa to a pound of ground coffee and mix well. I like to dish out enough for a single pot into fancy plastic baggies, tied with a pretty bow and give as gifts.

Finally, my favorite way is to flavor with oils.  Many online companies sell a variety of coffee bean flavors. (My favorites are caramel and hazelnut.) Buy fresh roasted coffee beans (Do not grind first) I add about 1oz of flavor to each pound of coffee beans. Store your flavored beans in a plastic bag or container for a couple of days to give the beans time to absorb the flavors and viola – flavored coffee at your fingertips.

With the holidays upon us, coffee is always a great gift to give. Even if you don’t drink coffee (shudders) the scent of it brewing is one that reminds me of a cozy home. Instead of giving coffee to brew, place the flavored beans in a decorative bowl or around the base of a candle and give the gift of yummy scents.

Happy Brewing

Jo

What are your favorite flavors or scents of coffee. Leave a comment and be entered for a chance to win an ebook copy of both Override and Limitless.  Good Luck and Happy Holidays!

 

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Limitless by SJD Peterson

 

 

An Underground Club Tale

Even within the context of the Underground BDSM Club, Joshua’s desires are dark and extreme. Hopelessly addicted to pain and the high it gives him, he has no limits. Joshua would quite literally rather die than use a safeword, and he accepts that might be his fate. As much as he depends on others, he has yet to find a man who can gain his trust, and he has little hope that he ever will.

For Nash, acquiring Joshua from another Dom at the club is only the first step in what will be a long and arduous road to lure the young man back from the brink of self-destruction. He must do the impossible and win Joshua’s trust, and he must be the one to set limits in their exploration—something he’s unaccustomed to as a Dom. But Nash knows dominance doesn’t always mean pushing a submissive’s boundaries. It’s about establishing a bond and fulfilling another man’s needs. In Joshua’s case, he’ll have to strike a balance between meeting the young man’s expectations and drawing firm lines that will save Joshua from himself.

 

Meet Jo Peterson

SJD Peterson, better known as Jo, hails from Michigan. Not the best place to live for someone who hates the cold and snow. When not reading or writing, Jo can be found close to the heater checking out NHL stats and watching the Red Wings kick a little butt. Can’t cook, misses the clothes hamper nine out of ten tries, but is handy with power tools.

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No joe = No Jo by SJD Peterson

September 5, 2016

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Staring at a blank screen, I was struggling to come up with a blog post, when I hear in the background; Can you make it through your day without coffee?  To which I chuckled. I can barely make it out of bed in the morning to make it to the coffee pot. To go a full day without my cup of joe, ridiculous.

I then hear the reporter say—You may need to—then cuts to commercial.

Panic sets in. What???? Make it through a day without coffee! You jest. Of course, I can’t think of blogs, promo, or anything else but the loss of my beloved coffee. What, No coffee? This can’t be. I am sitting on the edge of my seat when the news resumes. I clutch my mug, a hundred scenarios going through my head, none of which are good. One my even have involved cutting a b*@ch.

Mrs. News Lady then informs me that:

Scientists in the United Kingdom recently completed a study suggesting that Arabica coffee, the species that makes up 75 percent of coffee beans sold, could become extinct in 70 years. Due to climate change and its symptoms including deforestation, at team at the Kew Royal Botanic Gardens ran a series of computer simulations that indicate that wild Arabica coffee could become extinct by 2080.

*you can read the full article HERE*

It dawns on me, my coffee is safe, and thus humanity, but I weep for the future. Can you imagine a world without coffee? *shudders* I wouldn’t be able to function, no writing, no reading…No joe = No Jo

So this coffee addict can’t imagine a life without coffee, what can’t you imagine having in our life? Leave a comment and one random person will win an ebook copy of my new release, Override.

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An Underground Club Tale

Don’t judge a book by its cover….

At over six feet, with a body honed in the gym, auto worker Donavan Gregory is used to people assuming he’s a dominant top. Unfortunately, they’re wrong, and Donavan’s desire to explore his submissive side goes unfulfilled.

Smaller and older than Donavan, Dr. Seth Manning might not look like a typical Dominant, but when the two men meet at Pride, Donavan realizes Seth might be his perfect counterpart. The trouble is, Donavan doesn’t have as much experience with the BDSM world as he’d like. What could an educated, handsome, and confident man like Seth possibly see in someone like him? Seth must convince him that despite the differences on the surface, when it comes to kinky fun and discovery, they’ll fit together just fine.

Meet Jo Peterson

SJD Peterson, better known as Jo, hails from Michigan. Not the best place to live for someone who hates the cold and snow. When not reading or writing, Jo can be found close to the heater checking out NHL stats and watching the Red Wings kick a little butt. Can’t cook, misses the clothes hamper nine out of ten tries, but is handy with power tools.

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Friday the 13th and Other Superstitions with Sean Michael

August 20, 2016

 Friday the 13th

In The Luckiest Master, Saw is very superstitious. In fact, he believes that he himself is bad luck, that anything he touches turns to ashes. So I’ve been talking about luck and superstitions a lot when talking about the book.

I myself am not very superstitious and I believe you make your own luck. However, there are a few little superstitions that I tend to follow. Firstly, for me a Friday the 13th is lucky – I did an exam on Friday the 13th in 7th grade got a perfect score. Ever since I love Friday the 13th. Often I’ll buy a lotto ticket if it happens to be a Friday the 13th. Especially if the drawing is the same evening.

The other one is from the adage – see a penny pick it up, pocket it and have good luck (I have heard a number of different variances on this.) I have always picked a penny up when I see it on the ground and pocketed it for good luck. Of course now that we did away with the penny here in Canada, it might be even luckier, because you’re not nearly as likely to see one on the ground.

What superstitions do you follow? Do you know where the superstition came from? Do you believe in it or are you just in the habit and/or paying lip service to it?

Saw’s superstition about himself has been several years in the making and it goes deep, so it’s going to take some work from Day to convince Saw that it’s just not true, that Saw isn’t a bad luck charm.

 

Excerpt:

Day locked the office door and waited for Saw to collect his things so Day could take him out to dinner. It was after nine, and he didn’t know about Saw, but Day was starving. He wanted something big and meaty with a bunch of sides. He wouldn’t say no to a drink, either. But he’d need to be back early tomorrow, so it was probably wiser not to indulge.

He was looking forward to more than just the food, though. He wanted to get to know Saw better. He knew Saw had lost his master to a nasty car crash several years ago and that he was old enough that the younger subs considered him “old.” But that was about it.

Saw seemed quiet, gentle, and preternaturally efficient. Tall and lean, he had a runner’s body, cropped white-blond hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and icy gray eyes that seemed to see everything. Day found himself fascinated. He wondered what the man was like as a sub. From the gossip he’d heard, though he tried very hard to discourage gossip and not to listen to it, Saw had not taken on a new master, hadn’t even gone to anyone for occasional scenes.

It seemed very lonely.

“Thank you for waiting,” Saw said, zipping up his light coat. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” He nodded to the night-shift clerk, a huge sub with great big rippling muscles. It would take an idiot to mess with Serge, which was why he was the one who worked nights.

“What kind of food do you like?” he asked as they exited the gym.

“I’m easy, sir. What’s your pleasure?” The words sounded comfortable in Saw’s mouth.

“Well, I’m starving. So tonight I’d like a plate with a huge steak, potatoes, and lots of vegetables. Maybe a salad.” Day didn’t need fancy, he needed filling. And good. “I’m not really picky, and most of the time I’m happy to explore. Just not when I’m this hungry.”

“Of course. Lead the way.”

So self-contained, like there was nothing but this moment with Saw.

 

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Blurb:

When Master Damien Richardson (Day to his friends) takes over the front desk manager job at the Iron Eagle Gym, he knows he’s going to need an assistant. But finding the right person for the job is harder than he thought it would be. When he meets Saw, he thinks he’s found the solution to all his problems, and maybe something more.

Sawyer Whitehead lost his master to a tragic car accident some years ago, and since then one opportunity after another has gone sour on him. Thoroughly convinced he’s cursed and a jinx to everything and everyone he touches, he refuses to officially become Day’s assistant because he knows that as soon as he does, something terrible will happen. He’s even more determined not to get involved with Day, despite his attraction, because it would kill him to be responsible for tragedy befalling the lovely man.

Day must convince Saw that he’s not cursed and that together, they can face any challenge that comes their way—in both their professional and personal partnerships.

 

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Bio:

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

Sean Michael on the web:

WEBSITE: http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
BLOG: http://seanmichaelwrites.blogspot.ca
FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/SeanMichaelWrites/
TWITTER: seanmichael09

 

The Losing Game: Love in a Time of Loss with Lane Swift – Post + Giveaway

August 8, 2016

Love in a Time of Loss

Hi! I’m Lane Swift and I’m here to tell you about my new release, The Losing Game. It’s a story about two men, Lucas Green and Dante Okoro, who experience tragedies in their lives which they struggle to move past. Still, through pain and heartache, they find each other, and eventually find the love and the strength to move on. It’s a dark and weighty tale, with a hopeful and happy ending.

The story is set on the fictional Roseport Island, but is loosely based on Portsea Island in the south of England. It’s home to the city of Portsmouth which has a long naval and maritime history, as well as a lot of modern redevelopment. The whole island has a wealth of character and atmosphere.

The street below provided the inspiration for Mill Street where Dante has his shop:

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The story is also set twenty years in the future. The main reason I chose to do that was because I wanted to explore how future technology, especially surveillance, might affect our everyday lives, behavior and freedom. How pervasive will social media be? Will CCTV really protect us from crime? Or will criminals find ways to get around it? These were important things to consider for this story, because Lucas wants to get away with a crime without getting caught.

A lot of authors will say that writing can be a cathartic experience; that their craft can help them to work through things that have caused them difficulty in their lives. This turned out to be the case for me with The Losing Game, though I didn’t realize it until the first draft was almost finished! In 2015, I lost two family members, one of whom was especially dear to me. Another was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and another had a tragic accident which has left her permanently disabled. For almost a year, I was mired in so much grief and helplessness, it’s little wonder those feelings found their way onto the page

The Losing Game is a testament to the strength of the human spirit, and Lucas’s and Dante’s indomitable capacity to give each other and themselves a chance at love, in spite of how broken they are when they meet. But their future continues to get brighter, including after the end of this story. I’ve just finished the first draft of a sequel with a working title of The Gamble in which the two men work together to help a friend in need. I hope to have it ready for submission in a couple of months.

One of the things that keeps Lucas going through the tough times is his dream to travel. He wants to visit East Asia—a place he’s never been to before. I’ve travelled to a few countries in Asia, yet there are places much closer to home that I’d like to visit but haven’t. For example, Edinburgh in Scotland. How about you? Is there a place you dream of travelling to? And is it on the other side of the world, or somewhere much closer to home?

Leave a comment by 12th August 2016 and two lucky winners will each receive a copy of my first solo release with Dreamspinner Press, Dormant Heart, plus a voucher for $15 to spend in the Dreamspinner store.

You can find out more about me, Lane Swift, at:

Website: http://laneswift.com/
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/LaneSwift
Or you can email me at mrslaneswift@gmail.com

Check out The Losing Game today!

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Blurb:

Winchester Crown Court, October 2035: Richard Shaw leaves, a free man.

Grief-stricken and angry, Lucas Green is hell-bent on revenge against Richard Shaw, who killed his sister. Lucas has heard of a man who can help—the handsome and urbane owner of a boutique sex shop with a head for planning crimes. But Dante Okoro has a past he’s desperate to keep buried. Though Lucas piques his interest in more ways than one, Dante turns him away. Still, he wonders if he made the right decision….

An unexpected death brings Dante and Lucas together once more. This time they can’t ignore the chemistry between them. But courting a lover with lies is a dangerous game. Dante has been spying on Lucas, convinced he has plans to kill Shaw. Lucas has been spying on Shaw, waiting for the right moment to strike. If Dante admits his suspicions to Lucas, he’ll surely lose him. If he doesn’t, Lucas might do something reckless—and end up losing everything.

Entwined with Z. Allora – Post + Giveaway

July 15, 2016

Hang out with Z. Allora today as she stops by to chat about new book Lock and Key!

Entwined... Where BDSM dreams become reality

I want to thank Dreamspinner Press for publishing Lock and Key and for hosting me here today.

If you’re one of my Facebook Pretties you’re aware I over share. Bucking the binary, worshipping the edges, sharing my truth and licking the fringes just to see what it tastes like… it’s what I do. This post is no different.

Let’s jump right in. Most of my stories are kissed by BDSM but I finally wrote an official BDSM story that is being released today: Lock and Key.

Why did I write a BDSM? Lots of reasons, but the biggest was I want everyone’s expression of their BDSM dreams validated no matter where they fall on the BDSM spectrum. (Not everyone fits into the standard boxes society has set for us.) And I wanted to explore aspects of this complex and fabulous practice/lifestyle/way of living not always written about in romance.

When I was four, I realized I was different. (Yes, age 4) Everything and anything vaguely relating to ropes, paddles, or control had my complete attention. Certain words caused an earthquake of confusion in me (and later on… need).

However, you’re taught early on that you aren’t supposed to yearn for those things. You learn to hide how you’re wired or face censure. Though I couldn’t deny myself peeks at the books that should have been on higher shelves in the library. Nor could I stop myself from hoping for a glimpse of BDSM on TV or in the movies. I longed for something I didn’t understand. Nonetheless, it had a huge influence over what I wanted and who I was…

If you’re lucky you find an amazing partner to discover the different facets of BDSM with, but if not, you may be desperate enough to ignore the difference between abuse and BDSM. I can tell you from experience, wait to find someone worthy who you can explore your needs with in a safe place. The other leads to places you don’t want to go.

It’s my hope that with the current attention being given to the practice of BDSM, people will educate themselves and find what works for them. Maybe we can forego the shame that accompanies wanting something a bit different. I’d love if we could accept and not judge people (or ourselves) for what they (we) require to find happiness.

My love is my Master/Owner/life. We’ll be celebrating twenty-nine years together on October 20th. We dabbled in BDSM until a turn of events allowed me to stop work so I could be his devoted love slave. (BTW love slave doesn’t mean doormat.)

I tell you this not to claim expertise but to share who I am with you. By stepping out of the shadows, I’ve found it allows others to feel safe and less alone. A number of my Facebook Pretties have honored me by admitting they are into or would like to be into BDSM. The exploration of BDSM can be a beautiful and rewarding experience.

In many ways writing Lock and Key was a stroll down memory lane. I had to dig deep to a long time ago when BDSM was shiny and new for me. The main character, Zack Davis is only 18 years old in chapter one. So I pulled from my memories the mind-blowing excitement of what it is like to visit a BDSM club for the very first time and allowed it to be his. The terror and absolute joy being in a place where you can explore what you’ve craved for years.

Lock and Key revolves around Entwined, the luxury BDSM dungeon of my dreams. The club is an affirming haven, where like-minded people gather to learn and grow within the lifestyle of BDSM.

I enjoyed sharing the surprise, disappointment, and excitement I had in finding out the practice of BDSM isn’t always what I thought it would be. Sometimes your BDSM dreams idealize the practice to a perfection that rarely exists and other times your imagination doesn’t even come close to the magic you can experience.

Lock and Key is about Zack Davis discovering who he is and how he wants to express it. Life isn’t a straight line and you might find elation in places you never expected. Find your joy and don’t let anyone invalidate you. Whether you’re into BDSM or not, I wish you love, happiness and romance always!

In celebration of Lock and Key, I’m doing a giveaway. You have a chance to win a $15 Dreamspinner Press gift card. Since I over share I encourage you do the same. Enter the contest by sharing your favorite type of BDSM activity to read.

Many Hugs,

Z. Allora

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Blurb

Rejected. Heartbroken. Devastated.

Zack Davis wanted to serve only one man, Andrew Nikeman. He was denied because Andrew thought he was too young and because their brothers were together. So Zack crushed his submissive tendencies and focused on being the perfect Dom, giving every sub he played with something he couldn’t have.

After years of denying his submissive side, Entwined’s charity auction “Are you Dom Enough to be a sub?” gives Zack an excuse to get a little of what he’s always craved.

Andrew doesn’t know when his infatuation turned into more, but it kills him to see Zack with a constant parade of submissives. He’d refused to jeopardize his brother’s relationship or become Zack’s regret; however, Zack isn’t a kid anymore, and his brother’s relationship is unbreakable. Now Zack’s popularity and success as a Dom might ruin Andrew’s dreams of collaring him, but he can’t wait any longer to confess his feelings or he risks losing the man he loves forever.

 

Author Bio:

Z. Allora believes in happily ever afters for everyone. She met her own true love through the personals and has traveled to over thirty countries with him. She’s lived in Singapore, Israel, and China. Now back home in the USA, she’s an active member of PFLAG and a strong supporter of those on the rainbow in her community. She wants to promote understanding and acceptance through her actions and words. Writing rainbow romance allows her words to open hearts and change minds.

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Sailing Away with Grace R. Duncan – Excerpt + Giveaway

May 9, 2016

Sailing Away

Welcome to the What About Now book cruise (tour)! Thanks to Dreamspinner Press Blog for welcoming me today. I hope you’ll follow the entire tour. Lots of chances to win a signed paperback copy of What About Now, $10 at Dreamspinner Press or an audiobook copy of Choices!

Each cruise (tour) stop will feature an excerpt from the story related to where the characters were for that day. Check the Rafflecopter at the end of the post to enter your answer to the question related to the excerpt for the chance to win a backlist ebook for each stop.

Today stop is the second on our cruise and sees our couple in Honolulu, HI. Let’s see what the boys got up to…

 

“So… tell me about this mobile division. What do we make? What platforms?” He made sure to use the “we” deliberately to gauge Rafe’s reaction. He got what he’d been hoping for. Surprise, pleasure, a smile.

“Mostly Android right now. We have a couple of iOS titles, but very few. They’re a pain to develop for.”

Braden nodded. “Oh yeah.” He made a face that got Rafe to chuckle.

“We’ve got one MMO so far and a lot of the little casual games.”

“Huh. I’ll have to look at it.” Braden looked up again. “See if it’s good enough to have our name on it.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Do let me know.”

The waitress returned then with their food.

As they started eating, Rafe glanced up. “Have you done any developing for mobile yet?”

With their plates clean, Braden studied Rafe’s face again, but it didn’t look much better. “I think maybe you should go back to the ship.”

Rafe frowned, then sighed as he signed the slip for the restaurant. Braden had tried to take it, but Rafe had beat him to it. He didn’t answer until they were back out on the beach. “Let’s walk up the beach for a bit and see. If I’m not better by the time we get up to the Hilton resort, I’ll go back.”

Braden pursed his lips but nodded. “Deal. What’s up there?” he asked as they turned right and wandered along the sand.

“In the book I’m reading, the main character is from here originally.”

“Oh?”

Rafe nodded. “Yeah. And the resort up there is where they get married in the end.”

“Okay, that’s cool.”

“I thought so. Be kind of cool to see it in person. Google Maps only goes so far.”

Braden chuckled. “No doubt.”

They walked in silence, pausing now and again to take pictures of the water or the hotels, or to dodge other tourists. “I thought it would be farther,” Rafe said as they stopped at the end of the beach, next to the hotel, looking out over the water. “The beach isn’t as long as it looks on the map.”

“Google Maps lies,” Braden said, chuckling. “Is it like in the book?”

Rafe nodded. “More or less. She didn’t exactly describe it in excruciating detail. She’s not Tolkien.”

Braden laughed. “That’s good.” He looked Rafe over again, noting he didn’t look any better than when they’d left. “How are you feeling?”

Rafe frowned, rubbing at his temple. “Truth be told, it hurts like hell.”

“Let’s get you a cab and back onto the ship,” Braden said, glancing around.

“Fine,” Rafe grumbled as they walked toward the hotel proper.

It took longer than he would have liked, but Braden managed to get a cab and get Rafe loaded into it. He leaned in and kissed Rafe gently on the forehead. “I’m going to call Mom, pick up a few things, then I’ll be back. Can I come straight to your room?”

Rafe looked up and nodded. “Okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to miss Honolulu.”

“Shh.” Braden kissed him again. “We’ll come back. Go get rest. I’ll be there soon.”

Rafe gave him a funny look but nodded again. “Okay. See you soon.” With another kiss Braden closed the door, stood back, and watched the cab pull away from the curb. As soon as it was out of sight, he took out his phone and dialed as he started walking.

 

Thanks for reading! Remember to keep up with the whole cruise for a chance to win at each stop. And each entry will give you an opportunity to be entered to win one of the three big prizes!

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Five years ago, everything went wrong. Braden Kirk and Rafe Jessen’s long-term relationship started unraveling. They stopped talking, fears mounted, then Braden walked in on Rafe and another man, completely misreading the situation. Without giving Rafe a chance to explain, Braden walks out. Out of their home, their relationship, and the game development company they started together in college.

After months of therapy to deal with the attempted rape Braden walked in on, Rafe begins to understand that his dominant tendencies in the bedroom aren’t a bad thing and that Braden’s submission is likely what scared his partner into silence. But Rafe isn’t ready to let go of the man he loves more than life itself. He arranges for himself and Braden to end up on the same charity cruise, knowing Braden won’t let his phobia—terror of vast, deep waters—rule him.

With a plan and twenty-eight days, Rafe is determined to get Braden back, make him see there’s nothing wrong with being submissive, and find a way to get Braden to stay with him when they get home to LA.

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Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Countdown to Bound, Part 3 with SJD Peterson

March 7, 2016

Over the next few weeks, join me as we catch up with old friends from Pup, Tag Team, and Pony, all leading up to the exciting conclusion of the Guards of Folsom series, Bound, coming March 14.

 

From Pony: Max and Aiden

 

KICKED BACK on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table, Aiden took a swig of his beer and looked over at Max. “My mom and dad keep asking when they are going to get to meet you.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting them,” Max responded without taking his eyes from the TV.

“I really think we should make plans when your schedule eases up a bit.”

Max nodded. “I’m good with whatever.”

Aiden turned his attention to the TV and tried to find some interest in the program, but he couldn’t. He was bored. “How can you watch this crap?” he finally asked. “You’re smart, educated, a man of the world, and you’re watching actors run around the bush acting like outlaws. It’s embarrassing.”

“Appalachian Outlaws is reality TV. You know, like real. These are not actors.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” When Max didn’t respond, only continued to stare at the ridiculous antics of the men defending their moonshine, Aiden added, “You can’t actually think this crap is real?”

“It’s entertaining to think so,” Max drawled and waved a dismissive hand at the TV. “I’d love to go running around the mountains, try living off the land.”

“Daniel Boone you are not. I don’t think you’d last past dark,” Aiden snickered.

Max clicked off the TV and tossed the remote on the coffee table before turning on the couch to better face Aiden. “Was that a jab at my manhood?”

Aiden ran his gaze appreciatively over Max’s crotch and licked his lips. “I’d never jab that. Suck, kiss, stroke, absolutely. But never jab such a fine instrument.”

“Quit trying to suck up, ’cause it’s working. Now, stop looking at my dick and answer the question. You really don’t think I would survive past dark?”

“They don’t have Internet or cell service up there on a good day. I’ve also been in your closet. Not so much as a decent pair of walking boots or shoes. If that wasn’t bad enough, your aversion to bugs makes it almost a guarantee you’ll be running in search of the first luxury hotel. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I’m just saying you’re not quite made for that kind of adventure.”

“And you are, Mr. Indiana?” Max countered.

“I grew up on a dairy farm. I’m conditioned for hard work and bugs. And shit, lots and lots of shit. You, on the other hand….”

“I, on the other hand, what?”

“I’m gonna get another beer. You want something?” Aiden pushed to his feet.

“On the other hand, what?” Max repeated, following behind Aiden.

Aiden pulled a beer from the fridge and refilled his mug. He stepped out of Max’s swatting distance before finally admitting, “You’re not cut out for labor-intensive work.”

“Is that so?” Max challenged. He stepped up close and grabbed Aiden’s hip, jerking him forward. “I’d say I can handle some very intense work. I’m man enough to ride your ass hard enough for you to tap out.”

“Apples and oranges, Max. Apple and oranges. And may I reiterate here, no bugs when you’re working me.” Max was a madman when so much as a fly got inside the condo. He hated anything that swarmed, flew, or crawled if it had more than four legs. The thought of Max roughing it was pretty funny, and he couldn’t hold back the snort the idea produced.

“I do believe you’re laughing at me.” Max’s hold on Aiden’s hip tightened.

The hard hold and the growl in Max’s voice went straight to Aiden’s groin, and he rolled his hips against Max’s. “Would I do that?”

“Yes, you would, and lucky for you, I suddenly feel the urge to prove my manliness rather than spank your naughty ass.”

“Oh really? And just pray tell, how do you plan to go about that?”

Max slid his free hand around Aiden’s waist and grabbed his ass. Max leaned in and ran his tongue up the side of Aiden’s neck to the sensitive area beneath his ear.

“Hmm, I’m thinking of pushing you down to your knees and shoving my cock down your throat.” Max nipped Aiden’s earlobe, causing him to shudder and arch. “Or better yet, bending you over the island and shoving my cock up your ass would be pretty damn manly, don’t you think?”

Aiden tipped his head to the side, giving Max all the room he needed to lick and taste and nip. “I’m thinking both would show your manly prowess, so I’m good with either. Both suits me too.”

“Both, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“On your knees, boy.”

Aiden dropped to his knees without question as Max unbuckled his pants. The instant Max exposed his beautiful hard cock, Aiden opened his mouth and it watered in anticipation.

“Greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Only for you.”

“Good answer,” Max praised. He fisted his fingers in Aiden’s hair, holding his head still as he guided his dick to Aiden’s mouth. He ran the tip over Aiden’s lips, painting them with the arousal seeping from the slit.

Aiden moaned wantonly at the delicious flavor and lapped at Max’s cockhead, seeking out more of the rich, bitter taste. But Aiden wasn’t the only greedy one. Max obviously wasn’t satisfied with flicks and swirls of tongue if the way he pushed deep into Aiden’s mouth with one hard thrust was any indication. The sudden movement triggered Aiden’s gag reflex, but he recovered quickly, tilting his head back slightly and relaxing his throat.

Having an aggressive and dominant lover, Aiden had learned quickly to give up control, and he did so willingly. It still amazed Aiden that he got off on being forced to his knees and having his mouth fucked so forcefully, but he did and big-time. He loved the slight sting of pain from the tight grip Max had on his hair, the snap of his lover’s hips as he pushed deep and hard because he knew Aiden could take it.

They picked up their familiar rhythm, Aiden gripping Max’s lightly furred thighs, not restraining or encouraging, only holding on, loving the way the muscles flexed and rolled beneath his palms. Max began to tremble slightly, the moans and grunts growing in frequency and intensity, signaling that he was beginning to chase his orgasm and then….

Ring. Ring.

Max froze midthrust, his flared cockhead resting on Aiden’s tongue. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Aiden pulled off Max’s cock with a pop. “You’re not going to answer that now, are you?”

Max bent and searched his pants pocket. “I have to. I’m on call.”

“Seriously?” Aiden tried his best not to pout, but it was hard with Max’s thick and ruddy cock just inches from his face. He briefly thought about sucking it back into his mouth, but if it was a patient in distress calling for Max, it would be selfish to demand Max’s attention in such a situation. He hated to share Max, but in this case, he’d concede.

“Who is it?” Aiden asked when Max looked at the display on his cell and frowned.

“It’s Blake.” Max pushed the On button. “Hi, Blake. You caught me at a bad time. Can I call you back in a minute?”

“Several minutes,” Aiden whispered.

Max held up a finger as he listened to whatever it was Blake was saying, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Aiden knew from the way Max rested the cell phone in the crook between cheek and shoulder while he pulled up his pants and fastened them that whatever the conversation was, his and Max’s playtime was over.

“Have you called the police?”

Aiden jumped to his feet at the mention of the law and stood next to Max, trying to hear what was being said.

“Okay, yeah, I get that. Aiden and I are on our way.”

“What was that about?” Aiden asked with concern.

“Tek needs our help. Apparently something about wicked scary motorcycle clubs, Feds, danger. I didn’t understand it all, but from what I could decipher from the quick ramblings, Jamie has been kidnapped and they can’t go to the police. They need our help.”

“What can we do?”

“Don’t know yet, but Blake asked us to come to the club and I told him we would be there.”

Aiden didn’t know the guys at the club as well, but he’d begun to build a strong relationship with Ty, and the few times he’d met Micah and Mason, he’d grown fond of them. But Max was extremely close to the other members, thought of them as his extended family. And if Max wanted Aiden there, then he’d be there and do whatever he could to help out Max’s family.

 

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Blurb:

Tek Cain & Jamie Ryan work at the Guards of Folsom BDSM club. After two years on the run from their old motorcycle club and the Feds, Tek & Jamie are finally able to relax and enjoy their new life in New York City. But the past won’t stay buried, and when the MC resurfaces, it’s Jamie who pays the price. Tek and the rest of the members at the Guards of Folsom must work together to get back one of their own.

In this, the final installment in the Guards of Folsom series, everyone must come together, bound as one in their quest to find Jamie and bring him home once and for all.

 

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SJD Peterson, better known as Jo, is a bestselling and award-winning author of gay romance. She lives in Michigan with her Itty Bitty Kitty and Little Man. She does her best writing when under pressure of deadlines and at 3:00 a.m. when the world is quiet. Jo loves to tell stories about real people with real flaws. The happily ever after isn’t guaranteed unless it’s earned through hard work and growth. Oh, but when it’s comes, the rewards are all the better!

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