Short, sexy and sweet— where a little love goes a long way.
That’s the best way to describe Jackie Nacht’s stories. She was introduced to M/M Romance through her sister, Stephani, and read it for years. Then, she thought it was time to put her own stories on paper. Jackie began writing short and sweet stories that ended with a happily ever after.
Thinking back to her own book addiction, where there were many nights Jackie stayed up way too late so she could read just one more chapter— yeah, right— Jackie decided to write short romances for young adults as well as adults. Hopefully, they will give high school and college students, or working men and women something they can read during their lunch hour, in between classes or just when they want to briefly get away from the daily stresses of everyday life.
TL was in a fucking load of trouble. This nasty bitch of a
viper was giving him one hell of a fight. He swung his arm and landed a punch
to her horned nose. She hissed and came back at him with a wicked-looking
blade. The viper was completely bald, her entire body covered in snakeskin. She
was lean and sleek, but TL knew firsthand, she was very fucking lethal. He
jumped back as she swung, and he went for his hunting knife.
The snake had already gotten a piece of one of his wings,
making it completely impossible for him to fly his way out of this situation.
The viper female She was strong, and he was in her
territory. Why the hell hadn't he waited for Boone? TL sliced the knife through
the air, causing a deep gash to her chest but not enough to bring her down. She
charged him, crazed, fangs leaking the venom TL wanted nothing to do with. He
kicked out and missed. She tackled him to the ground, sinking her blade deep in
“Ahhh!” TL screamed out in utter agony. The white-hot pain
caused him to fall back, completely defenseless as his enemy straddled him.
With the last of his strength, he pushed up, slicing the
viper under the arm. She screamed, hissed, wriggling around, more snake than
human, much like the venom she presented right on top of him. TL attempted to
get out from underneath, still bleeding like crazy. He managed to break free,
and try to gain as much distance as he could while unable to get off his damn
hands and knees.
She came back, maddened and enraged, and TL held up his
arms, waiting for his end. She slithered toward him at a speed only venom of
superior strength could match.
A boot shot out in front of him, connecting with her face,
just a mere feet from his own body. He glanced up to see a man standing above
him with a ball mace in his hand and enough other weapons on his body for a
small army. The muscular man pulled a machete and went after the female. TL’s
head fell back. He didn’t even have enough strength in him to see who won.
Closing his eyes, he let the darkness take him.
[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Older Hero Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M, light bondage, sex toys, HEA]
“We are flirting with Heaven, on the brink of paradise. I intend to put an end to our hell.” When Dr. Zane Foster shares those words, he is holding all four of the men he loves in his arms. Adam, Rock Hard’s front man, has spent the last two weeks in Zane’s bedroom, recovering from his breakdown at the press conference. He has put the doctor in temporary control of his family. All of them have been calling Zane daddy for weeks.
When Adam decides he wants Zane to make decisions for the band on a permanent basis, the front man struggles with pride. Adam feels his inability to create harmony is the reason Deuce, L.T., and Jamie are pulling away. Jamie is intersex, and discovers he is pregnant. Will the unusual revelation of how the pregnancy occurred, and the discovery of the other biological father, bring Rock Hard closer together, or threaten to divide them permanently?
Zane handed one of the jewelry boxes to Adam. When the front man opened the lid, his eyes glassed with tears.
“Just what I asked for,” Adam said.
“Then, you do want our arrangement to be a more permanent one?”
“Are you asking me if I want you to be our daddy always?”
“I only agreed for a little while, you know.”
“Not if that’s what I want,” Adam countered, “because, Zane, it is.”
Zane’s hand was now smoothing the dirty blond, shoulder-length hair away from Adam’s face. When the front man closed his eyes, leaning into Zane’s touch, the doctor caressed his partner’s cheek with the back of his hand.
“Are you sure, Adam? That is an important step for all of us. Up until now, you have been in complete control.”
“Really?” Adam asked sarcastically. “Do you believe that, Zane? I don’t. I haven’t been in control in a long time.”
Now, Adam stood and walked to the window. Zane followed, putting his arms around his partner’s waist.
“I’m so jealous,” Adam said.
“Of what?” Zane asked, kissing the top of Adam’s hair.
Adam turned to face him. More tears were forming in his partner’s eyes. When they spilled onto his cheeks, the doctor used his fingertips to wipe them away.
“I’ve never completely dealt with my jealousy toward you,” Adam spoke again.
“Adam, I am only in control right now because it is what you wanted. I do not want the responsibility if you are not comfortable with the dynamic. My dominance with you is not about me wanting to take control. What we share is about you giving me the opportunity to be what you need.”
“Then, I need you to be in control, but it doesn’t mean I don’t regret not having strength of my own. I want my partners to look at me like they do you. I want you to look at me like that. I—”
“Then maybe we still need to explore this before we go any further,” Zane interrupted.
“Further, as in?”
“Further as in, our new beginning. Adam, your partners love you. They do look at you like you desire, but are you able to open your heart to accept it?”
“I can’t stay in your bedroom alone anymore, can I?”
The look of hurt on Adam’s face broke Zane’s heart. He took his lover into his arms, holding him close.
“I am afraid not, sweetheart.”
“Deuce and I reconciled today, like you asked.”
“Like I asked? Adam, I would not suggest you let David hear that. I want you two to reconcile because it is what both of you desire. He loves you very much, and is trying hard to recover. David does not need a partner who cannot make up his mind whether he forgives him or not. That may sound blunt, but it is truth. All of us make mistakes, even you, Adam Foster.”
Adam’s expression prompted Zane’s next comment.
“No, I have not forgotten my desire for the four of you to take my name.”
“That’s contradictory to everything we’ve discussed.”
“Maybe,” Zane countered. “I asked you to come to my room tonight to discuss the design of the rings.”
“We’ve discussed them.”
“All I asked, Adam, was for you to be sure. Because once I give each of you those rings tonight, there will not be any going back and forth. I am a kind and gentle man, but I am also one who does not play games. I want nothing more than to be a daddy to the four of you, but something as meaningful and symbolic as exchanging rings should be on a more permanent level. The design of the ring itself suggests the intended dynamic.”
“I want to move forward.”
“All right, Adam.”
“Can I ask what you have in mind?”
Zane said nothing in reply. Instead, he cupped both of Adam’s cheeks between his hands. He lowered his lips to capture the front man’s mouth in an intimate kiss. Adam moaned, sinking into his arms. Zane pulled Adam’s body close against his own.
“Always fit so perfectly,” Zane said between kisses.
“Like I’m melting into the curves and crevices of your body,” Adam replied.
“No lovemaking, Adam,” Zane spoke, “at least not tonight. I have promised Lemmuel my company.”
When Adam pulled back, searching Zane’s face, the doctor rubbed his thumb across his lover’s swollen lips.
“I have asked Lemmuel to marry me.”
Zane closely watched Adam’s expression, as his partner pulled away from his grasp. Adam had turned once more to face the window.
“I want to marry all of you legally,” Adam said. “The law thinks otherwise. L.T. always desired that with me, and I couldn’t give it to him. Now, another man can. What does Jamie think about all this? I hope you asked him first.”
“James wants me to marry Lemmuel. I’ve asked them both to move into my bedroom.”
“I see,” Adam replied.
“Adam, part of my discussion tonight is we need to stop living in the past.”
“What exactly does my future hold, Zane?”
“Not bitterness, for one thing.”
“What I’ve seen slowly happening between the five of us for the last two weeks. What I want more than anything else. I see it in your eyes now, sweetheart.”
“I have regrets.”
“All of us do. Please, don’t let your pride and bitterness get in the way of your family’s happiness.
“The fax machine is printing,” Adam said.
Zane turned his attention to the corner office in his room. He walked to the machine and retrieved the documents.
“Let us go find the rest of our partners,” Zane replied. “We can discuss the results tonight as well.”
Adam smiled when Jamie’s eyes made contact with Zane’s stare. The doctor was lying next to Jamie on the bed. Zane had secured their young partner’s hands over his head. From where Adam knelt, he had a view of their fingers stretching Jamie’s anal opening. Zane’s face was near Jamie’s ear. Even though Adam couldn’t hear the private words the doctor shared, he knew they were erotic. With his other hand, Adam reached down and caressed the back of L.T.’s head, as his drummer continued to suck Jamie’s dick.
“Kiss me, baby,” Deuce said.
Adam’s face was turned so their lips met. Deuce’s touch was passionate. Adam moaned when his lover parted his mouth with his tongue.
“Holy shit, Deuce,” Adam spoke between the lingual caresses.
Adam’s body was on fire. His cock was harder than it had been since before Deuce’s alcohol addiction. From their lovemaking the previous night, something had changed between them. Deuce was making those silent promises a reality. There was sincerity in Deuce’s touch.
“Are you ready, James?” Zane asked.
Jamie’s eyes met Adam’s face.
“Do not look at Adam,” Zane continued talking. “I want you to stare at me, in my eyes, and tell me you want David and Adam to penetrate your tight ass. Tell me, James.”
“I want Deuce and Adam to penetrate me, Daddy,” Jamie replied.
“Good boy. If it becomes too intense, or painful they will stop. I am in control. Do you trust me?”
Jamie nodded, while he continued to meet the doctor’s stare.
“Adam,” Zane said, “slide your dick inside.”
“Baby, you heard the doctor,” Deuce spoke.
Adam spread Jamie’s thighs as far as they would go. He bent his lover’s legs against his chest. L.T. stopped sucking Jamie’s cock, joining Zane in caressing their young partner’s upper body. Adam lined his cockhead against Jamie’s entry. He pressed forward. His dick slipped passed the rim with a tight pop.
“Adam!” Jamie moaned.
“So tight, little bitch,” Adam replied.
“James, once I am sure you are all right, Lemmuel and I are going to put both of our dicks inside your mouth. Four men will be penetrating you in every hole.”
Adam smiled. All Jamie could do was whimper. He bent forward. His cock continued to press within the tight walls of his lover’s anal cavity. Slowly he bottomed out. Deuce was pumping his fingers, and Adam felt their continual caress against his shaft.
“I love you, Jamie,” Adam said, placing his full weight on his partner’s body.
Jamie wound his arms around Adam’s neck, but was still making eye contact with Zane. The brush of Zane’s skin against Adam’s body, while the doctor lay next to them on the bed, also caused Adam to groan in pleasure.
“David,” Zane said, “be gentle.”
Adam was beyond aroused. He had reached a point where nothing else mattered except finding release for him and the four men he loved. Zane was right, their commitment and the intimacy they shared during lovemaking was reaching somewhere Adam never wanted to leave. All of them were together, working toward uniting their hearts into something the front man believed would keep them together in harmony forever, or at least for the moment he carried that hope.
“Fuck he’s tight, Adam!” Deuce said.
“Holy shit, Deuce!” Adam spoke. “I can feel you stretching him, and rubbing me at the same time!”
“Enjoy the sensation,” Zane said, “because when I feel James is ready, Lemmuel and I are going to share it, too.”
“It hurts!” Jamie whimpered.
“Shh…James. Look into my eyes,” Zane said. “Guys, pull out a little bit. Stop thrusting. Lemmuel, come here and take my place. Look into James’s eyes and tell him you love him and promise it is going to feel good.”
Holy shit! Fuck! Adam’s thoughts were racing. His dick was throbbing, aching to release inside of Jamie’s body. Instead, he tried to focus on L.T.’s tenderness with the bass player. Zane had rolled away from them, reaching into his nightstand, retrieving an empty syringe. He opened the package, filled it with lube, and then tossed it to Deuce.
“My version of a lube shooter,” Zane said. “Get this inside of James.”
“I love you, candy cane,” L.T. said. “Doll baby, don’t you know all of us here are your tops and care about your pleasure. Now focus, beautiful. Those big beautiful eyes are looking up at me, wanting release.”
“Feels better,” Jamie said.
“I would image so…all that lube inside you,” L.T. replied.
Adam had begun to thrust again, next to Deuce. The two of them had their full weight on Jamie’s chest. Their lover was cuddled against them, as they wrapped their arms around not only each other, but the man who had accepted both of their dicks into his body.
Author Biographical Information:
Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of his books which explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.
Andrew’s writing proves love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.
Andrew is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. When not writing expect to find him enjoying spending time with family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries. All of Andrew’s work can be found at: Andrew Jericho.
Welcome to the virtual book tour for Rookie Season Enjoy the excerpt and don’t forget to enter the giveaway for a $25 Amazon or BN GC. Follow the tour to better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:
Talented young ballplayer Clay Love has just been called up from the minors to play major league baseball. Freelance writer and divorcée Rose Lasting, the world's biggest baseball fan, wasn't expecting to fall in love when she fell into Clay's arms, but fall in love she did. Now they are caught up in a whirlwind romance complicated by the paparazzi, Clay's ex-girlfriend, Rose's ex-husband, and a stalker who puts Rose's life in grave danger. Saving her life and catching her attacker takes you on a roller coaster of emotion and intrigue that you won't soon forget.
Rookie Season is the first book in the Love in the Ballpark Series, by V.K. Robbins. This adult erotic romance tale sizzles with romantic and sexual chemistry, emotion, and suspense. Once you start reading, you won't be able to put it down.
Lots of unexpected things had happened in my life. When Joel walked out on me after ten years of marriage that was unexpected. When my grandfather died a few months later that was unexpected, too. It seemed like all the unexpected things in my life weren't the good kind. Until now.
The game moved slowly. Painfully so. Then there were extra innings. I wanted to pound my head on the railing. The only real bright spots were when Clay ran out to take left field. I sat on the edge of my seat and watched his long easy stride. Did he really ask me out? I asked myself again and again. Twice during the game he'd run over to the stands on his way to the dugout and give me the ball he had just caught. The first time he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to see you later." The second time, he handed me the ball and playfully whined like a little kid, "When is this game going to be o-o-o-ver?"
I was thinking the same thing. That's when Sam chimed in again, "There's no way he's twenty-five. No way." I rolled my eyes and sat down. It looked like Sam was falling into one of his melancholy moods, the kind that started hitting him out of the blue after his wife passed away. But even that couldn't ruin my excitement.
Finally, the game ended. By that time, I didn't care about the final score or who won. I hurriedly said goodbye to Sam and jogged my way up the stairs, dodged a bunch of people, and jumped over a few seats to get to the stadium exit.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Veronica Robbins is a published author of both fiction and nonfiction who has been writing professionally for the last 20 years. In addition to writing fiction and poetry (her first love), she is also an expert grant writer and copy writer. When she's not writing, she's watching baseball, enjoying her children, reading, and trying to train her dog, Handsome, who so far has been very successful at training her. You can follow Veronica on Facebook or through her blog, A Writer's Journey.
OUT NOW - Brit Boys: On Boys #mm #gay #erotica #romance
Boys: On Boysis
a collection of 8 M/M novellas written by 8 top British M/M authors. This
smokin’ hot box set is initially available at the bargain price of 99c/99p,
that’s a steal for 147,000 words/440 pages of unforgettable M/M erotic romance
that will leave your eReader, and you, burning up. Be sure and grab your copy
fast, as the price will be increasing at the end of January!
From east to west and north to south, these British
boys are having a blast in and out of the bedroom with the men of their dreams.
They’re topping and bottoming from London to Cardiff, living out fantasies in
the wildest fells and hooking up while serving HRH Queen Elizabeth II.
With passion and lust the name of the game, nothing
is off limits. Throw in honed muscles, high-strength testosterone and an accent
to die for and there is nothing they can’t do and no one they can’t get in this
world or another.
is doing okay. His body repair shop makes enough to live on, he has a decent
apartment, life is fine. That all changes when he runs into Graham in a
supermarket car park - literally. He offers to fix the damage to Graham’s
car free of charge. The sparks soon fly, and the heat between them
has nothing to do with welding equipment.
Rosen hadn’t planned for his final night before enrolling in the Royal Marines
to involve a hot stranger and a pub car park. And he certainly hadn’t planned
for that same hot stranger to turn up at the barracks in the form of his Drill
Instructor, Corporal Will Stewart. In the testosterone fuelled environment of
the training camp, can Brandon and Will overcome past pains and face up to what
they really want? Or will the Royal Marine Commando School break their
relationship before it even gets started?
Theo Samuels heads off to film on location in the village of Stoneydale, he's
expecting drama to take place on camera, not off. But when he meets gorgeous
local lad, Eddie Henderson, he struggles to ignore his attraction. A
relationship between the two of them would be utterly impractical, yet they're
drawn together nonetheless. Can they overcome the seemingly endless hurdles
between them? Or is their fling destined to remain as just that?
K D Grace
Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both
safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy
to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from
afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?
killing time working in a comedy club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the
clientele and the comedians are not just fit but also great company. One stand
up joker decides to create a wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert.
Cavorting around Cardiff on a frosty night, however, does more than just show
them the way to a threesome, it also reveals the reasons why they should give
each other one more shot.
of the Day
sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in south London promoting
British ingredients and recipes. His best friends Craig and Ben should be
around to help him celebrate the grand opening, but it looks like it’s all
heading for disaster - until his friends step in to tell him some home truths.
Then they’ll help him relax and enjoy their loving, intimate menu
Archie meets Dan after The Change, he realises there is no such thing as a
random meeting of soul mates, it's all mapped out in the stars. Now all he's
got to do is hope those orbiting planets stay in alignment and true love finds
accidentally locked out of his hotel room on Valentine's Day night is
embarrassing enough for teacher Martin Cooper, but the fact he's stark naked
makes it even worse. It doesn't help that the one person he runs into is Rod,
the gorgeous man he'd been checking out earlier in the hotel pool. But when Rod
offers Martin a refuge, the night heats up. Now if only Martin could get the
hang of this seduction business...
had an idea on Twitter: I need to manufacture a good juicy scandal involving me
to increase book sales! What should it be? Some suggestions:
GEORGE CLOONEY TO BREAK THOSE VOWS
a very unkind thing but it was the first suggestion someone gave me on Twitter.
Not that I would ever do a thing like that, of course! What sort of woman do
you take me for (don’t answer that O.O)? But it sure would move a lot of books,
certainly can’t be arsed to run for office and try to make people like me — my
idea of a campaign slogan would be something like “I’ll make this job look
easy!” — but it might be worth it just to have the position to lose. Taking bribes
would probably risk jail time, so I’ll have to go for the traditional sex
scandal, I suppose. Pity there aren’t any attractive politicians.
I’ve been called a cult author under my other name, but
this time a real, for-profit religious one. Think of it — so many fabulous
possibilities. I could declare myself an emissary from the gods, demand gifts,
tributes and sexual favours, live a lavish lifestyle and command my followers
do all kinds of weird things that would land us all in the news. There might be
a trial if some socialite joins our ranks and we prevent him or her from
leaving, I suppose. I’d probably have to write some kind of handbook of
revelations. Oh, that sounds rather dull. Hmmm…
there’s an idea! Think how much potential there is this sort of scandal. I
could have a feud with one of my fellow Lady Smut authors, so we could make
sure both our book sales rose! Alternating posts that excoriated one another
and people would stand by breathless, waiting for the other shoe to drop —
preferably spike heel downward on someone’s tender flesh.
the truth is like most writers I like the quiet life (because that’s what you
need to write a lot) and more importantly, I like my Lady Smut cohorts so it
wouldn’t make for a very convincing feud. Ah well.
scandal would make you check out a book? Do you want to vote on a scandal for
The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires
When a vampire materializes
through her computer, successful vampire-romance romance author Brenna Bang
finds herself marked for inescapable passion with a tech savvy bloodsucker. (THE IMMORTAL
LONGING OF BRENNA BANG, by Liz Everly)
Christina tries to figure out how
to unlock her grandmother's wardrobe and uncover what happened all those years
ago when the goblins came to offer their sensuous erotic fruits. (THE LYING, THE
WITCH & THE WARDROBE by C. Margery Kempe)
Jenny needs to unravel the
mystery of what she does at night and who she does it with in order to subdue
the sexual demon inside her. (SEXSOMNIA by Madeline Iva)
Locked in an abandoned mental asylum, an ambitious filmmaker soon discovers
she’s trapped with a Dionysian god. He offers her a glimpse of astounding
future artistic success—but it will only come true if she’ll perform an erotic
ritual to free him. (DIVINE by Elizabeth Shore)
About Lady Smut: Lady Smut is a blog for intelligent women who like to
read smut. On this blog we talk about our writing, the erotic romance
industry, masculinity, femininity, sexuality, and whatever makes our pulses
race.Need to contact us? Emailladysmutblog@gmail.com