Positive Resistance by Andrew Grey

June 8, 2011

Will Stephen’s unexpected relationship with Lane help him rebuild his relationship with his family? Positive Resistance (m/m) by Andrew Grey, available from Dreamspinner Press.

Blobby Bobby and Lane the Pain. A thousand years ago, Lane spent his time in high school tormenting Robert Stephen Phillips to the point of tears. Stephen thought he’d left all of that behind, including his extra weight and his horrid nickname, when he came out to his parents. But now Stephen’s been transferred back to his hometown and will once again have to face his disapproving parents and childhood nemesis.

Imagine Stephen’s surprise when Lane turns out to have changed from school bully to persistent, attentive suitor. If Lane the Pain can hear Stephen’s most painful of intimate details and still want to pursue a relationship, is it possible that Stephen can reconnect with the family that turned on him years ago?

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Novella

Where He Ends and I Begin by Cardeno C.

June 6, 2011

Can Jake convince Nate they belong together after all? Where He Ends and I Begin (m/m) by Cardeno C., available from Dreamspinner Press.

Jake Owens, aggressive, physical, blunt and brave, is a football hero turned city cop. Nate Richardson, his best friend since before forever, is thoughtful, quiet, and kind, a brilliant doctor who has always known who he is and that Jake is the love of his life—and loyal, courageous, straight Jake has never had a clue.

But Jake has been nursing his own case of the unrequiteds, and he’s never been as straight as Nate assumes. Nate may think their passionate explosion is a fluke, a result of too much closeness for too long, but Jake is bound and determined to prove to him otherwise. For Jake, the question isn’t how they ended up in bed together… it’s how can he convince Nate that he wants and needs to stay there.

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Novel

Badges by John Simpson

June 6, 2011

Badges by John Simpson

Enter the world of men who wear badges and uniforms, everyday heroes who go home every night and dream the same dreams as every other man. They yearn for someone to love, someone to share their beds, a lover, or maybe even a partner for life. Follow these men in a collection of stories about what can happen when sparks fly between perfect strangers and old friends. Fraternization has never been so hot.

Stories included: The Last Place
Medic One
Officers in Need
Peach Fuzz and Whiskers
Military Service
Uniform Hardness
Borders of Love
The SAC
Age Is But a Number
Marshal Service Secrets

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Anthology

Excerpt #2 From Lorcan’s Desire

May 30, 2011

“GODDAMN sons of bitches! If one more of you nasty beasts breaks through this fence, I swear I will be holding a beef sale like this county has never seen.”
Quinn angrily tossed his tools back in his saddlebag and mounted Jeb. He was getting too old and too damn tired to be having to tend to an entire ranch practically single-handedly. Two months ago, that bastard Henderson had started rumors about Quinn‟s sexuality and offered his hands nearly twice what Quinn could afford to pay them. Since then, he‟d lost everyone who‟d worked for him except Ole John and his partner Conner. They‟d been with the ranch when his daddy had owned it, and since they had never hidden their preferences, he was sure Henderson had used them as his next attempt to shut him down.
The bitch of the thing was that no one had ever suspected him before. He‟d always been very discreet the few times he‟d gone over to Jackson to scratch his itch. Hell, he‟d only gone three times in the five years since his daddy had passed and left him the ranch. The only damn grudge Mr. Henderson could have against him was the fact that he‟d refused to sell him his daddy‟s land. The old fart had spent the last five years trying to run him into the ground and make him go

belly-up. It was now like an ugly obsession for them both, Henderson doing everything in his power to ensure Quinn lost the ranch and Quinn, in turn, doing everything in his power to prove the evil fuck wrong.
He couldn‟t begrudge his hands for going where the money was. Before they left, most of them made sure to let him know that they either didn‟t believe the rumors or didn‟t care, that it was purely for financial reasons. He couldn‟t blame them for wanting the extra cash flow. Still, no matter the reason, he was stuck trying to do the work of ten men and wasn‟t sure how much longer he could keep it up. Sighing, he reined Jeb around back toward the barn. No sense worrying on things he couldn‟t control. He had stalls to muck and critters to feed, and hopefully, when he was done, Conner would have him a nice spread on his dinner table.
When he reached the corral, Quinn swung down from Jeb, grabbed the reins, and led the horse to the barn for a much-needed grooming and some sweet feed. Jeb was a damn fine horse and hadn‟t let him down, no matter how much he‟d been demanding from the stallion lately. He‟d just cleared the side of the barn when the sight before him stopped him dead in his tracks.
Leaning back against the fence by the old water pump was either the most beautiful man he‟d ever seen or one hell of a big woman. The vision before him had fine, delicate features, a thin nose, and high cheekbones. Dark brows and thick lashes lay against golden, sun-kissed skin. Though the eyes were closed, Quinn was sure they‟d be as dark and stunning as the long chestnut hair that hung, braided, down the entire length of back to a firm, denim-clad ass. Quinn‟s dick twitched as a pink tongue darted out to lick full, lush lips. Jesus, he needed to get laid if just the quick flick of a tongue was enough to make his dick stand up and say hello. Maybe a little trip down to Jackson was in his near future.
Quinn took a step forward and cleared his throat before yelling out, “Something I can help you with?”
The man jerked his head up and straightened himself to his full height, nearly stumbling. He was definitely male. The sun glinted off

slight stubble on a narrow chin as he turned his head towards Quinn. If that wasn‟t enough to convince him, then the fact that Quinn instantly knew the man dressed to the right was a dead giveaway.
“Jesus, sir, you just took a year off my life.”
Quinn‟s blood rushed south at the sound of the deep, velvet-smooth voice. Oh, yeah, definitely time to head to Jackson.

A chance to win a copy of Lorcan’s Desire

May 30, 2011

Let’s Play Dirty Minds

I thought this was a fitting game since Lorcan hates when people make assumptions. So here are three riddles that you assume are dirty but the correct answer isn’t naughty so beware. Answer one or all three for a chance to win a ebook copy of Lorcan’s Desire. I’ll pick one winner from, not necessarily the correct answer, but the most creative J Good Luck and Have fun with your answers!!! Try guessing from the first clue before reading the next, there are three clues to each riddle.!!

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I often get laid in an alley.


I often end up in the middle of your split.


When you slip your finger inside me, I’m ready to go.

I have fuzzy balls.


Someone’s going to be beaten.


You start off with love, but that doesn’t last.

I’m long, hard, and powered by batteries.


I give off a steady stream.


People grope for me in the dark.

Excerpt from Lorcan’s Desire

May 30, 2011

This is from the first chapter of Lorcan’s Desire and gives you a good look at the inspiration for cover art. Ann Caine did an amazing job bringing this scene to life!!

THE roads may have been dusty and dry, causing clouds to swirl around each booted step he took, but at least the skies were clear. Thank heaven there was a slight chill in the air, as Lorcan didn’t think he would have been able to take another step had it been as hot as it had the day before. The worst part was that it was his own damn fault that he was in this predicament to begin with. His mama had warned him that it was “rough out there” and had ended her speech with “I’ll see you in a week.” His foolish pride had his twenty-one-year-old butt walking all over this godforsaken country looking for adventure. All he had gotten for his troubles was nine cents in his pocket, no prospects for work or a place to stay, and some nasty-ass blisters on his feet. The last thing he wanted to do was put his tail between his legs and crawl back home to a round of Mama’s “I told you so.” He had one last prospect for work and a place to stay. One last chance to avoid seeing that smug grin on his mama’s face. Or the look of exasperation on Daddy’s face.

The gas attendant a few miles back had told him that the Whispering Pines Ranch was looking for hands, and although he was headed out in the direction the attendant had pointed, he wasn’t feeling all too confident. The way the man had sneered and laughed when he’d asked about work hadn’t surprised him. The way he’d suggested Lorcan was exactly what “those folks” were looking for had even had him fighting back his usual tendency to lash out. Had he not been so I-need-to-find-work-or-starve-to-death-on-the-side-of-the-road desperate, he would have let his fist teach the country bumpkin some manners.

Lorcan was used to people looking at him and assuming they knew his sexual orientation. Because of it, he had learned young how to use his fists to prove he was male enough. Puberty hadn’t improved the delicate, almost feminine features he’d inherited from his mother. Nor had his tall, lean body taken on the bulk and mass of muscles like his father and brothers. Yet he had proven himself over and over to be by far the toughest of them all. Lorcan had eventually found a perverse pleasure in taking down his tormentors. He took to growing out his thick chestnut hair, provoking others further, flaunting his waist-length braid. Only thing he could hope for now, as he walked the back dirt roads of another nameless town, was that “those folks” out at Whispering Pines could use a man with a good work ethic and a strong back, even if his braided hair did curl down around his ass.

As the Whispering Pines Ranch house came into view, Lorcan nearly turned around and hightailed it back the other direction. The big two-story house looked like it would be more at home on the cover of a magazine featuring haunted houses than Ranchers Weekly. Shutters hung from the paint-peeled siding, the porch tilted dangerously to the right, and it didn’t look as if the lawn had been mown or weeded in forever.

He made his way through the calf-high lawn and gingerly placed his boot on the front step, testing its strength before adding his full weight. Remarkably, the half-rotten porch seemed sturdy enough. Lorcan made his way to the front entrance, swung open the scarred screen, and then knocked firmly on the more solid door beneath. Lorcan removed his hat from his head and wiped his brow of sweat as he waited for a response. He strained to listen for any signs that there might be someone approaching the door. When he neither received response nor heard anyone moving around on the other side of the door, he knocked with a little more force. When again there was no sound coming from within, he made his way around to the back of the house and was surprised that the barn and fencing seemed to be in excellent shape. Obviously the owner cared more about the animals and their living arrangements than his own.

An old water pump called to him like a siren, and he headed for it, not realizing until that moment how thirsty he was. He pumped the handle several times before the water began to flow, and he gorged himself on the clean, cold water. Once his thirst was quenched, he took his bandanna from his back pocket, wiping his waterlogged face as he leaned against the fence. He was beginning to regret not cutting his hair before leaving home. He needed to make a good impression, one that would ensure him a job. Lorcan didn’t want to have to make the trek back to his mama’s home, and he damn well didn’t want to have to do it today. With nothing in his belly in over twenty-four hours, an untold number of miles under his boots, and no sleep, he didn’t think it below him to beg the owner for some food and a hay bale to curl up on if they couldn’t offer him a job.

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The Jock and the Wallflower

May 25, 2011

The Jock and the Wallflower by Lisa Marie Davis

A week into sophomore year, the last thing Decker Lennox wants to do is accompany his best friend Scarlett to Kappa Psi Delta’s Back to School Bash. After all, the frat is Jock Central, and it’s not like anyone would ever mistake Decker for a jock. In fact, he isn’t a great fan of jocks in general—but damned if Avery Beckett isn’t an exception to the rule.

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Short story

Sockeye Love by Sarah Black

May 25, 2011

Can Grey let go of his past love in favor of a new one? Sockeye Love (m/m) by Sarah Black, available from Dreamspinner Press.

Wildlife photographer Grey Morisette is living a half-life, quietly mourning his lover, Saya Khin, who disappeared twelve years earlier into the infamous Insein Prison in Rangoon.

Grey takes a picture of Sal Sanchez falling into an Alaska river with a sockeye salmon in his arms. Sal’s a law student, and his passion for the environment and love for the native tribes, his beautiful young face and eager hands, cannot be ignored. But there isn’t room in Grey’s heart for two lovers. How can he bear to let Saya Khin go, after loving him so long, and reach out for the love Sal is offering him?

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Novella

A Serving of Love by Andrew Grey

May 23, 2011

Can Sebastian and Robert find their footing as they begin a new relationship? A Serving of Love (m/m) by Andrew Grey, available from Dreamspinner Press.

Sebastian Franklin has waited a long time to prove himself as front of the house manager at Cafe Belgie, but his first night in charge while Darryl, his boss, is on vacation is less than a success. The restaurant is robbed at closing time, and the Good Samaritan who foiled the robber comes with his own complications.

Robert Fortier is the county’s newest judge, and a reluctant one at that. He is well aware that a public life is not always easy, especially when your personal life makes you the target of a media frenzy. Still, Robert enjoys Sebastian’s company, and Sebastian is never without a serving of happiness and flair for his favorite public figure. But Sebastian is not without his issues either—family chaos and an ex in trouble will put the pressure on as they struggle for even footing in this new romance.

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Novel

Treasure of Love by Scotty Cade

May 20, 2011

Can Jack and Dax hold on to their treasure and each other? Treasure of Love (m/m) by Scotty Cade, available from Dreamspinner Press.

Hunky Alaskan dive master and charter boat captain Jackson Cameron is absolutely sure he’s straight until openly gay treasure hunter Dax Powers calls him and offers him the adventure of a lifetime: Dax and his sister Donatella have found the Anna Wyoming, a ship that went down during the 1889 gold rush on return from Skagway Island—very possibly carrying a fortune in gold.

But real treasure is never free, and this one comes with some heavily armed strings attached. Jack and Dax struggle to keep their small crew safe from a powerful threat while they fight against the attraction they feel for each other. Between the danger of the hunt, the risks in the dive, and the thrill of being lost in passion, Dax and Jack are going to have a hard time holding on to their treasure… and to each other!

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Genre: Contemporary
Length: Novel