Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Like a Virgin with SA Reid...

When S.A. Reid was like a virgin…

So…in honor of my first solo release coming out soon…I've decided to celebrate by talking to some very talented authors about their first solo release! *giggles* You see…it isn't all about me all the time…but I do love weaseling my way into the mix most of the time…hehe

Today I've got the wonderful S.A. Reid here sharing a few special moments and hopefully intimate details with me about her first official release…and oh boy was it a doozy…just about knocked her out *slaps hands over mouth and tries not to giggle*…I mean her book silly, Something Different—if I was talking about the other kind of release and said that…um…oh wow I would be bowing…*heads desk giggling*

And after I play with S.A.'s head and get all the secrets to come out…we get an irresistible taste of the real deal…*sighs dreamily*…I do love Wednesdays!

*pulls S.A. down on the very tiny love seat with me and shoulder bumps her* Hiya gorgeous…*pretty decent New Yorker accent* (I am from New England you know lol) How ya doin?
Thrilled to be here! You have so much energy – I love it!

*blushes* Now your first release *stifles giggles*—yeah I know, I never get tired of that—Something Different is just as it states…different, in an intriguing and real life sort of way. It doesn't follow the usual rules of a romance. Where did the idea for this book come from, was it something you had been dreaming up or did it come to you spur of the moment?
Over the summer of 2011, I wrote a rather dark love story called Protection. It’s about a young man unjustly sent to prison in 1930s London. The book includes some difficult scenes, including a rape and a disembowelment. After I finished it, my friends (those wonderful human beings known as beta readers) said, “It was great, but next time, don’t make us cry! Give us something different.”

So I thought about what would, in fact, constitute “different,” at least for me. I’ve written m/m for a long time (since I was a teenager, before the internet, when we used to photocopy stories and pass them around) but in contemporary stories I’ve usually followed certain conventions. For example:
·        The main character is always sexually confident and skilled from page 1.
·        There’s never any mention of STDs, much less a diagnosis.
·        Condom use is strictly observed on-page.
·        The main characters have clean hands. No adultery, no lies, no selfishness.

While I pondered this, a snippet from a British TV show came back to me. A shy, repressed looking man sat on a park bench. Along comes a gorgeous rent boy – fag in hand (as the Brits say) and seeking customers. Naturally, this being TV, the whole thing was a setup for murder. But I kept coming back to that initial scene. What if a shy, repressed man was approached by such a beautiful boy and decided to try something different for one night? And what if I wrote his story as honestly as possible?
Wow…I love how your brain works—and to take on such a hurtle and succeed so brilliantly!

I mentioned above that this is an intriguing and real life sort of read—I wasn't just spouting off words, you really do hit on subjects that are almost taboo in a romance…whether erotic or M/M, M/F…were these subjects hard for you to address? Were you worried about how the public would take to them?
That desire to be honest led to some really unusual twists and turns. Before I started writing full-time, I worked in the medical field. Let me assure you, a tremendous number of people in the western world are living with STDs, including herpes. It’s not a living nightmare, it’s just another health issue to manage. Yet people are still ashamed of it. So I thought it was important for a sex worker like James to grapple with the need to get tested.

Also, although it may not be politically correct in a work of fiction, sometimes committed couples make a mutual decision to give up the condoms, even when one carries a diagnosis. So I touched on that, too. As for the convention of “clean hands” – I let Michael do things I never thought I’d allow any character to do. He makes mistakes not because he’s cruel but because he’s human.

As for the question, was I worried about how the public would take Something Different – absolutely! I was even afraid of how my beta readers would take it. I never considered actually publishing it until one of my good friends, a very talented writer, announced she didn’t dare publish an absolutely brilliant novel. She was having a writer meltdown, convinced that if she put her work out there, she risked bad reviews and public criticism. So to prove to her that bad reviews and public criticism isn’t the end of the world, I published Something Different. And yes, I had to take my lumps. But in general it was a wonderful experience and I am very grateful to the readers who gave my book a try.

What made you choose to publish with Lyonnesse Publishing? Was it just luck? A stroke of fate? Did you search publishers to see which one would be the best fit?
Oh, Havan, I am one of those writers who’s been around the block but never made it to the altar! Around 2004, I wrote a novel called All Our Yesterdays. Couldn’t get an agent to save my life. Around 2008, I wrote a novel called Ice Blue. Got a wonderful agent who made me rewrite it four times, which it needed. Then she submitted it to the publishing establishment – the major houses often referred to as the Big Six. They turned down Ice Blue flat, and in just two weeks.

My next series, Past Lives, went through the same cycle. A couple of rewrites, consideration from the Big Six (longer this time) and rejection. My agent told me the current climate was so hostile, it was almost impossible for new writers to break in.

So one day I was sitting at my day job, miserable, when a friend emailed me with a news story about Amanda Hocking, whom I’d never heard of. By the end of that day, I’d uploaded my book Ice Blue to Smashwords, just to see what would happen. Within a week I gave it a cover and uploaded it to Amazon. After about six months, the book took off.  So I published Something Different. Then Protection. Then Past Lives #1: Rachel. Yes … I am coming out of the closet, Havan. I am Lyonnesse Books. I gave myself a publisher name because my writer friends urged me to. I’ve always loved the Arthurian legends, and Lyonnesse is frequently mentioned in those stories.

PS – I quit the day job!
Talk about a great story—I'm speechless…and amazed! Congratulations!

Okay…me time! *jumps up and dork dances around a bit…stops and sits back down…fixes hair* Now where was I? Oh yes…*clears throat* I'm personally going though some withdrawal anxieties with my boys…did you have any withdrawal pains when you sent your boys out there in the big bad world?
Yes! I even toyed with the idea of a sequel, then decided I needed to take all that smexy energy and pour it into a new story. So I’m working on something else – a m/m vampire story called Soulless that I hope will be ready by June 2012. As with Something Different, I sought to bend certain conventions and break others. But more than anything, Soulless is a story about two men struggling to turn a seemingly impossible attraction into lasting love.

Looking back—now that you have more experience under your belt—would you change anything about Something Different or your way of handling its release?
Another yes. I set Something Different in modern London because of the BBC TV show that inspired it. And I’ve read hundreds of books set in modern London. I have guide books, I have travel books, I have scholarly books about the English. Despite being an American, I thought I could pull it off.

Not exactly. Recently, a very kind reader from England let me know I’d made some errors. In fact, she offered to send me a list! Of course, I was thrilled to get some constructive criticism by an expert. So before long Something Different will be reissued with a few teensy cosmetic tweaks. It’s doubtful American readers will be able to tell the difference. But hopefully my UK readers will appreciate my efforts to make the story as authentic as possible. So for any writer setting a book in England – if at all possible, get a native beta reader before you publish!

If you had to turn the experience of publishing your first book into an erotic novel…what would you title it?
Since I priced Ice Blue much too low in the beginning, I guess that erotic novel would be called, Selling Myself Cheap.

Colors can tell a lot about people and experiences…what color would you label your first foray into publishing and why?
Hah! Given the title of Ice Blue … what other answer can I give? Sorry!

Now…just because I like a good quickie every now on then…*winks*…here are a few of them for us about your two boys…answer with Michael and James…

Most likely to wear a fedora and rock it…Michael. Fun experiment. Google the words “hat” and “Fassbender.” See what happens.
Most likely to be found barefoot…James. Poor boy was living rough before he met Michael.
Most likely to get a tattoo…James. I think there’s probably one somewhere on that luscious Celtic body.
Most likely to eat food in bed *winks*…James again. At least we know he likes to smoke in bed.
Most likely to find a stray animal and bring it home…Michael. Though I think if he’d brought James home to his wife Frannie (“I found this rent boy in the park, can I keep him?”) there would have been a homicide.
Most likely to blow off plans and talk the other into staying in bed all day…Michael. He has many years of pent-up sexual energy to release.
Most likely to have a sweet tooth…James, since he enjoys Pop-Tarts and Frosted Flakes. You might think Brits would eat better than Americans, but some of them are worse than we are. Did you know Scotland has such a passion for deep-frying, they invented the fried Twinkie? There’s a line in the movie The Last King of Scotland where Dr. Garrigan (James McAvoy) makes reference to this, telling an African girl, “If we had monkeys in Scotland, we’d probably deep-fry them.”
In a silly battle of wills…most likely to refrain from…um…pleasuring themselves the longest…James. As a sex worker, he probably yearns for peaceful nights. By contrast, we learn on page 1 of Something Different that Michael has solo sex every single morning…

And now for my favoritest part ever!!! *bats lashes at S.A. and leans into her side* Tell us a story…pretty please…I want it to have angst and hope and growth and I want it to be HOT! *giggles*

Unhappily married Michael Maguire decides to do something different. Setting out to hire a female prostitute, Michael instead finds blue-eyed, beautiful James Campbell. Tempted in ways he never imagined, Michael embarks on a sexual adventure with a rent boy from London's East End. No form of pleasure is off the table. Not even love...

You can find Something Different @ Amazon (print) & Barnes & Noble
You can find S.A. Ried @ Facebook, her M/M here, her M/F here

The room was nice for an old British hotel, which was to say substandard compared to the meanest Holiday Inn.  The bed was only a full, the carpet was patched, there was no mini-fridge and satellite telly cost extra.  The room had been retro-fitted with a toilet and sink, at least, but the shower was down the hall.

James limited himself to one quick glance around.  Staying focused on the client was essential.  So the moment the door closed, James pushed himself into Michael’s arms, lifting his face eagerly.

“Since last week, all I’ve thought about is you.  That huge cock, I have to see it again,” James said with the usual simulated breathlessness.  At least in Michael’s case, the reference to a huge cock was literally true.  “This time I want you in me.  I need you, I need you so bad, I—”

Michael’s hand moved up.  Gently he slipped two fingers over James’s lips, pressing them down and holding.  He kissed James’s forehead.  “May I undress you?”

Thrown off his game – no one had silenced him in mid-patter before – James nodded.  Letting himself go loose-limbed, he didn’t resist as Michael removed his jacket.  Underneath he wore a short-sleeved t-shirt; Michael pulled it off, mussing James’s hair and carefully stroking it back into place.  James hoped he should be flattered by Michael’s stare.  It was intense, devouring, almost intimidating.

The hotel room was chilly.  James’s nipples stiffened into hard pink nubs as Michael continued removing his clothes.  Michael undid James’s belt and unbuttoned his fly, working the tight blue jeans down until James obligingly lifted one foot, then the other.  Once the pants were off, James had a feeling such a methodical man would remove his socks before heading up to the main event, and he wasn’t wrong.  Michael freed James of each sock before gently pushing down his shorts.  Michael’s hands were trembling, that cannibal stare now locked on James’s semi-erect cock. 

“Touch it,” James said. 

Michael hesitated.  His breath sped up.  He wanted to.  He really wanted to.

James took Michael’s long-fingered hand and closed it around his cock.  “See?  Easy.  So what’ll it be tonight?  What do you want?”

“I want to fellate you.”

“Steady on!  You want to fillet me?” James gave an incredulous laugh.  He knew better than that – clients as green as Michael couldn’t stand to be laughed at.  But fortunately Michael didn’t seem offended.

“I want to, um, perform oral sex on you.”

“All right.”  James tried not to look as dismayed as he felt.  The odds were slim that he’d be able to come, and not coming could be disastrous.  Best to put Michael off the notion, quick.

“Mind you, all my condoms are spermicidal.  Little tart on the tongue.  But you know the drill, safer sex and all that…”

Michael shook his head.  “No condom.”  He spoke like a man who’d been fantasizing about this particular act for days.

“No?  Very well, then.  Cheers.”  Grinning as if delighted, James sat on an armchair as Michael knelt before him.  James wished he had a secret weapon – porn on the telly or a butt plug – but no.  He’d just have to imagine something sexy.  A BMW or a Mercedes, maybe…

Michael kissed the head of James’s cock.  The kiss was long, wet, vibrating with suppressed desire.  Then his tongue began working down in hot, precise circles.  Eyes open, unhurried, he licked every millimeter, holding James’s cock steady as he stroked the base with his thumb.  Then Michael took James entirely in his mouth, squeezing his lips around the root, sliding up and down.  It was the best beginner suck-off James had ever had.  He found himself grinning, digging his fingers into Michael’s hair and pushing his head up and down.   Dribbling a little pre-cum as he focused completely on the sensation, James felt his asshole clench and thought maybe, maybe…

But then he heard Michael’s belt unfasten.  Heard his trousers unzip.  Those two unmistakable sounds threw everything around James into sharp relief.  He was in a strange room with a man he didn’t know getting fucked because it was all he was good for.  The possibility of orgasm popped like a soap bubble.

Michael, at least, was getting there, giving himself a proper wank with James’s cock still in his mouth, softening as it moved in and out between his lips.  At the last moment Michael released James’s cock, made a choked noise and shot a white jet against James’s inner thigh. 

“You … you didn’t … like it,” Michael gasped, still shaking with his own climax, barely able to speak.  His eyes were open and focused on James’s cock, red and limp and gleaming with spit.

James didn’t know what to say.  Kevin and Cunt-Boyfriend were back together.  He owed his landlady two months’ rent.  His telly was on the fritz and it seemed like no matter how many men he fucked, there was never enough money to get ahead and put a little by.  James wouldn’t be pretty enough to do this forever.  Where would he be in ten years?  In twenty?  For a second he felt like he would cry.

“Earlier.  You put your fingers over my lips.  Why?”

“Because you were lying.”  Michael tucked himself back into his shorts, zipping up his trousers and fastening his belt.  “I don’t need that.”

“Most people love it,” James said truthfully.

“I don’t.  It’s distracting.”  Michael nodded toward James’s limp cock.  “Why didn’t you enjoy the fellatio?  What did I do wrong?”  He didn’t sound particularly angry.

James felt close to tears again.  If he said the wrong thing, his bi-curious suburban family man would bugger off and find a nice cheery rent boy without any issues.  And James was sure to say the wrong thing, because everything he touched turned to shit these days.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.  It felt good.  Maybe go a little faster next time, but otherwise – good.  I just…”  James drew a deep breath.  “It’s hard for me to come with men I don’t know.  I have to get used to a client first.”

“So last time.  I thought you climaxed.  You pretended?”

James sighed again.  “Men pay me to make them feel good.  And not just physically.  If they realize I don’t like it as much as they do, I’ll get knocked about.  Put in hospital or worse.”

“But it makes no sense.”  Michael seemed to be speaking to himself as much as James.  Rising from the floor, he shifted to the bed.  “I mean, I can pay you to take your clothes off.  To touch me.  To let me touch you.  But I can’t expect you to have an orgasm on command, no matter how much money I give you.  And the fact that you won’t, even though it would be easier, even though it would be safer …”

Michael lifted his head.  He looked James in the eye as if forcing himself to admit something ugly, something difficult.  “I think it means you won’t sell out.  Not all the way.  There’s a part of you no one can buy.  Not with money.  Not even with violence.”

James had no idea what Michael was talking about.  Sitting down beside him, he placed a hand on the other man’s arm.  They made an odd pair in the room’s framed mirror, Michael fully dressed and James completely nude.

“Believe me, I sold out all the way a long time ago,” James said.  “But the fact that you get why I can’t just …” he snapped his fingers, jealous of the ease with which other males shot off.  “It means a lot.  I like you, Michael.”

Michael’s eyes locked with his, light green and acute.

James didn’t flinch.  “Do you like me?”

“Too much.”

“No such thing,” James said with a saucy little wiggle.  Inside he thought, give it three weeks and he’ll never want to see me again.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Flash Friday Fiction #18

Happy Flashing Friday Everyone!!!

Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Walt sighed and leaned back against Ralph. "Tommy and Phil broke up. Evidently Phil was having a lot more sex than Tommy was during their relationship."

"I always thought Phil was a douche."

Walt continued doodling in the sand. "Tommy's heartbroken."

"He'll get over it. Phil's a douche."

"He moved back in with his sister, couldn't make rent without Phil."

"That's what happens when you let a douche move in."

Walt felt Ralph's hand bump his in the sand and looked down to see what they doodled. "Ralph?"

"Yeah, Walt?"

"Thanks for not being a douche."

"I love you too."


Let us all lift our drinks up to the douches of the world...for they remind us of the joys that we have right beside us! *grabs your hand and makes the leap giggling* now for the fun part—let's blog hop to the next yummy morsel awaiting our presence!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Like a Virgin with Remmy Duchene...

When Remmy Duchene was like a virgin…

So…in honor of my first solo release coming out soon…I've decided to celebrate by talking to some very talented authors about their first solo release! *giggles* You see…it isn't all about me all the time…but I do love weaseling my way into the mix most of the time…hehe

Today I've got the sigh-worthy Remmy Duchene here sharing tidbits of first releases and joys of multiples…*clears throat* everyone get your minds outta the gutters…I'm talking about Remmy's first series release *eye roll giggling* Sons of Eros—and don't you worry you're cute little assets off, Remmy already promised to give us the down low on all three books…Savaro's Honey Buns (1), Rajan's Seduction (2) and Laird's Choice (3)…*claps hands together smiling*

So my hot Jamaican Rems…this virgin series of yours, tell us about it. How did you come up with the idea…did you have all three mapped out in your head when you began or did they just pop up while you were working it?
Well, I had Savaro’s story mapped out in my head. I don’t do many series as you can see. But as for how I came up with the story, after writing three back to back books that were so sad I wanted something quick, fun, sexy and flirty…The brothers popped into my head and they were just as sizzling in there…

Let's take it a little slower…I did come on kinda strong with that first question didn't I? *snickers and scoots closer to Remmykins on the couch* This all started with Savaro's Honey Buns…tell us a little about Savaro's and his…um...honey buns.
*eyes* Savaro is the oldest of the three. He’s the big papa figure ever since they  met in the orphanage. He takes care of the other two, protects them. He’s a chef now, wealthy, sexy in all the right places and …*trails off to drool*

Sons of Eros 2
My man is next, Rajan…tell us all about how he tickled your no-no square and made you pen his story Rajan's Seduction
Oh right. You did confiscate my Raji didn’t you. Wait…did you just say no no square?? *falls over laughing* oh man…*gasps while laughing* that’s rich…oh right…sorry…*snickers* But I LOVE Bobby Deol (an Indian actor) and when I was creating the brothers, I thought of the three hottest men I think I’ve ever seen. Bobby reminds me of your Rajan so that’s how he became a big shot Bollywood star. He’s Indian, dances, sings –oh baby-Rajan is the youngest of the three by the way.

And last but never least…Laird is now center stage. His story, Laird's Choice, was just released last week. Where did your inspiration for this final chapter in your trilogy come from?
Well actually, Laird’s Choice is the last of the brothers but not the last in the series. I was asked…no wait, TOLD by a few of my readers that they demand a Jose book. So, I wrote one. But Laird is the middle one. He’s a real estate mogul and was feeling a little down because he was the only brother left without someone. Boy did he hate me when I gave him Race!
Oops…my bad and yay more Sons of Eros!

Now your first series release *pauses for the giggles to stop*—okay, so I'm immature sometimes…maturity is overrated lol—Sons of Eros is published through Silver Publishing. What made you choose them? Was it just luck? A stroke of fate? Did you search publishers to see which one would be the best fit?
Silver? Well, they took a chance on me first with my story Country Soul. They did such a good job with it, putting it all together, and my cover??? SMOKIN’! They take great care of my work there and hasn’t let me down since so it was a no brainer. 
Gotta love it when an author and publisher click like that…

Let's talk about…wait for it…ME! *bounces around couch making Remmy bounce with me* Sorry…I had a double caramel latte before you came to me…*winks and smirks* Now back to the questions…I'm personally going though some withdrawal anxieties with my boys…did you have any withdrawal pains when you sent your boys out there in the big bad world?
Dude, who gave you coffee knowing we were supposed to do this little chat today? Was it Lee Brazil?
My muse takes very good care of me thank you…and he sends his love…*sips my second double latte*
Are you kidding? Oy vey! Alright, I never thought anyone would like my boys. I mean come on, they’re three brothers who aren’t really brothers and I thought people were going to think “day-um! Remmy was dropped as a child” but Ta-Dah!

Sons of Eros 3
Ta-da indeedy…now, speaking of your boys…*leans over and whispers in Remmy's delectable ear* Just between us…no one else ever has to know…who's your fave brother? Come on…who is it? Which one made you laugh…scream…maybe even touch yourself when you penned his story? *nudges a bit* You can tell me…I won't tell anyone I promise…*crosses fingers behind back*
That is totally not fair *eyes Havan* I can’t pick a favorite! They are equal because they all drove me nuts. Especially Laird…OMG! This dude made me want to throw my computer out the window.

Looking back—now that you are no longer a virgin at multiples—is writing another series a possibility? Let's face it, you've got numerous *coughs and smirks* one night stand (i.e. stand alone *winks*) books to your credit, this is your first foray into a set of characters that span more than one storyline. Did you enjoy visiting them over and over again and would you consider it again in the future?
Well, the series was a pain in the butt because Savaro’s Honey Buns was contracted before I was even halfway through Rajan’s story because I had to leave the country for Jamaica for a while there. When I was finished with Rajan’s story, Laird wouldn’t talk to me for some reason and when he was finally talking to me, he was so pissed off that I had to do two rewrites on his.  I don’t know. I had another series planned but it’s not going to work for this year. If I take anymore onto my plate Jade would disown me. But I am working with a couple of co-authors on some stuff and will be popping up in a couple of anthologies this year.
Oh yes…our fiery Jade…she'll getcha good…hehe

If you had to turn the experience of publishing your first series into an erotic novel…what would you title it?
I Cum. I saw. I conquered. ….What? Too subtle??
*spews latte and giggles* No…not at all…sorry, let me clean that up…*pats up Remmy's thigh with napkin*

Colors can tell a lot about people and experiences…what color would you label your first foray into publishing and why?
Grey. Didn’t have much luck when I just started out. I mean TWO of the publishing houses that I signed with went under so I had to do massive rewrites and re edits and it was a long time before I even tried again.

Now…just because three Anatolis brothers have gots to be better than one…*winks*…here are a few quickie questions for your boys…answer with Savaro, Rajan or Laird…

Most likely to wear a fedora and rock it…Rajan
Most likely to be found barefoot…Rajan
Most likely to call his brothers at 3a because he was arrested for lewd behavior in a public place…Damn! Can I put Jose for this one? He’s not a brother but he was the one who took the Anatolis’ private jet to Jamaica to elope with some guy he met at a club!!  But if I had to choose, I’d say, Rajan.
Most likely to find a stray animal and bring it home…Savaro….definitely Sav
Most likely brother to want to measure their endowment and compare…HA! Laird!
Most likely to blow off plans and stay in bed all day…Savaro. Have you seen the man he’s with?
Most likely brother to be the voice of reason…Depends on the day. Savaor most likely.
Most likely to have a sweet tooth…Is this one a rhetorical question? Savaro (hint, his best sell at his restaurant is Honey Buns)
In a silly battle of wills…most likely to refrain from…um…pleasuring themselves the longest…Laird.
***Side note…Laird ain't gonna be doing any refraining if he keeps manhandling himself measuring it…*heads desk giggling*

And now you amazing sensuous Remmykins you…I want you to move real close to me…lean over so that we are touching from shoulder to toe…and tell us about your series Sons of Eros…and don't forget to use your sexy voice…*sighs and rubs a little against Remmy*
Oh maaaan!! This feels like going for an audition and the producer offers you the couch.

Savaro's Honey Buns – Sons of Eros 1
Savaro Anatolis tries to keep his hands off basketball superstar Jamal Kendricks when he comes into his restaurant looking for honey buns. But how can one keep a moth from a flame?

All his life, people have been leaving Savaro Anatolis: his parents left never to be seen again and lovers only want him for his money. The only people he can count on are his father and brothers. When sexy pro-basketball player Jamal Kendricks walks in to Savaro’s restaurant and demands to try his honey buns, Savaro knows he has to keep this sexy morsel at arm’s length or Jamal will break his heart.

Jamal Kendricks wants out of the spotlight for a while--he wants to go somewhere he can at least pretend to be normal and consider what team to sign with next. But he didn’t prepare for Savaro, his two brothers and fighting demons from Savaro’s past. Is love strong enough to save Savaro, or is their relationship doomed from the start?

Rajan's Seduction – Sons of Eros 2
Successful Bollywood actor Rajan Anatolis has done many things to prepare for a role, but nothing like following a SWAT team. Captain Xavier Crawford hates untrained shadows. But how can he possibly object when the man is so damn sexy?

Rajan Anatolis has made the move from Bollywood to Hollywood. His first role is playing a New York City SWAT officer. In order to prepare, he has to shadow the Century City CT SWAT team and he and his brothers are worried about the risks involved. But more hazardous is dealing with the sexy leader, a mocha Adonis who hates untrained observers interfering with his work and putting his squad at risk.
Xavier Crawford loves his team. The last thing he wants is some untrained, spoiled actor coming in and putting them all in danger. He isn't ready for Rajan or his reaction to the gorgeous man; the moment he sees him, all Xavier wants to do is rip the actor's clothes off. What happens when what he wants and what his heart and body want are different things?

Laird's Choice – Sons of Eros 3
Real estate mogul, Laird Anatolis is in a rut. When he decides to vacation at his friend's ranch, he is prepared for one thing--a working vacation. Then he meets Race and everything changes; will their secrets keep them apart?

Laird Anatolis isn't feeling so good. When his brother Rajan suggests a vacation to a small town close to Eros with his friend Winston, Laird jumps at the chance. The moment he arrives and meets Race McKade, he knows his life is about to change. While Race is honest about the fact he is keeping secrets, Laird worries that his own surprises might come between them as well.

Sparks fly between Race and Laird from the moment they first meet. The second Race sets eyes on Laird all he wants to do is mess with him. But when a heated kiss in the VIP section of a club leads to much more, Race has to decide if he wants to share his secrets and lose Laird, or let Laird find out from elsewhere and lose Laird... How can a guy win?

You can find Sons of Eros @ Silver Publishing & Amazon
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Excerpt from Laird's Choice – Sons of Eros 3:
Race wrapped some rope tightly around his wrist and elbow, tugging it hard with a gloved hand. He watched the horse running around the coral. He hadn’t realized there was a smile on his lips until he shifted his neck to look down at the end of the rope. Inhaling deeply, he pulled the rope off his arm tied the end so that it couldn’t come untangled and chucked it over a post. Bending over, he gripped the handles tied to a bay of hay and walked it into the stalls. He dropped it in Beagle’s stall then reached for a fork to spread it. Not so long ago, he wouldn’t want to do any of this—he didn’t want to work on a ranch. But after being locked up for so long, he’d take working on a ranch to clear his head over being locked in a cell against his will any day.
“Excuse me?”
Race spun around and arched a brow. “Can I help you?”
Why is it, all I can see is me throwing this man on a bed and just drilling him?
“I’m looking for Winston…”
Race cleared his throat from the triple X show in his head. The man didn’t look to be the type to be into ex-cons. Rubbing a gloved hand against the back of his neck, he leant the fork against the side. Using an index finger, he pushed his Stetson up a bit from his eyes. “You Laird Anatolis?”
The man tilted his head—a look that caused his shoulder length, curly black hair to fall to the side. He looked even sexier that way. “Yes. And you are?”
“Race McKade.” He suddenly felt as though he was unworthy to stand in the same room as Laird. He grabbed the fork, stabbed the hay again and shook the fork. “Winston went into town to grab some groceries. He’ll be back in a few. You need help with your things?”
“Not really. Just show me where I’m sleeping and it’ll be fine,” Laird replied.
Race nodded and leant the fork against the side again. As he walked by Laird, he pulled the gloves from his hands and shoved them into his back pocket. He climbed the steps two at a time and held the front door open for Laird. As Laird stepped by him, Race had to hold his breath. The first whiff of Laird’s scent sent Race’s body into a tizzy and his heart racing inside his chest.
He released the door behind him and motioned down the hall. “Winston says it’s the same room you always sleep in when you come here.”
“Ah ok.”
“Here we are.”
He moved out of the way, standing on the other side of the door so he didn’t have to be near Laird when he walked into the bedroom. “I’ll be in the barn. I still have some stuff to do. When Winston comes back I’ll let him know you’re here.”
“You don’t have to do that, Race. I can come out—besides I could help you work until he gets back.”
“You’re going to help me work? Outside? In the barn?”
“You do know you’ll have to get your hands dirty right? I mean, you’ll have to scoop out horse crap and all that good stuff. Are you sure you’re up for that?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Race laughed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Anatolis, but you don’t look like you’ve done a hard day’s work in your life.”
“No offense, huh? Ass.”