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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Release Day: Black Magic Cafe by Erzabet Bishop

Conway Witches, 1
Love that is forbidden is always the sweetest…
Elodie Conway is the owner of The Black Magic Café, where love and chocolate go hand-in-hand. She runs the enchanted café with her cousin Madison, and together, they help lovers tie the knot with the assistance of a few spells and some delectable chocolate recipes.
When journalist Jason Thibedeaux, who is also a werewolf from a rival family, runs a scathing critique of her business in his newspaper, the fur is sure to fly. He visits the café to sample their most famous culinary delights, and ends up wanting far more than what’s on the menu. Can a Thibedeaux wolf and a Conway witch truly be fated to love each other for all eternity?
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Elodie Conway was nothing like he had expected. As he ate her signature cake, all Jason wanted to do was savor her lips and run his hands down her very ample hips. Hers was a body a man could hold onto during sex and not break her. His wolf was awakened, and it prowled just beneath the surface. What Jason saw, he liked. Very much indeed…
The chocolate wound through his system, and with each bite, all other preoccupying thoughts faded into nothing. Images of him thrusting deep inside of her and winding his fist in her mane of dark hair flashed in front of his eyes, and he almost choked. His hands trembled as they reached for the bottle of water she’d set in front of him.
What the hell was that?
He twisted the cap and drank the entire small bottle in one go. As a journalist, he had little time for romance. A quick tumble in the moonlight during one of his runs, maybe, but this girl was something special––he didn’t know why he didn’t notice it before. Jason took another bite of cake and shifted his weight as his erection made its presence known. He could take her here, right over the top of the table, her heart-shaped ass in the air as he sank his cock deep in her pussy and fucked her until she screamed his name.
His wolf liked the idea. A whole fucking lot. Jason laid down the fork and smiled. Standing up on shaking legs, he picked up his now empty plate. Things were about to get interesting. This wasn’t just any woman. He raised his nose to the air and scented her.
She was his fucking mate. How could he have been so blind? Did it take a hard-on for his wolf to get through to him? Apparently, because his wolf was ready to claim her by any means necessary, even it meant fucking her over the top of one of her own tables.

About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

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Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Haunted: Pre-Order Blitz

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Haunted A Romantic Suspense by Kiara Delaney @Crave_Kiara
(Book Two in The Shattered Pieces Series)
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: December 30, 2015

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Haunted: A Romantic Suspense
When Devon Bradford entered Nina Petrov's life, she was broken and alone. He did everything in his power to tear down her defenses, refusing to let her push him away. In the end, it just wasn't enough. Nina had backed him into a corner, and he ended up doing the very thing he promised Nina he would never do- leave her, just as all the other men had done to her before. By the time Nina's secrets had finally come to light, Devon had already vanished- she left him with no other choice. In the end, she was forced to make the decision between letting the memory of him consume her, or vanquishing him from her mind forever.

Devon had abandoned Nina in her darkest hour, in what seemed like a lifetime ago. It had shredded her heart, and left her questioning her sanity. The day he'd left her, she'd buried a part of herself, but the memories of him continued to haunt her, leaving her feeling unsure about everything she thought she once knew.

It has been eighteen months since Devon Bradford disappeared from Nina's life, but she's worked hard to dispel the demons that once plagued her. One day at a time, she becomes one step closer to leaving her past behind and moving forward. That is, until one fateful day, Devon is hurled back into Nina's life, and her reality will be forever changed.

As Nina finds herself chained once more to the ghosts of her past, she realizes Devon holds the key to her future. Can Nina really trust Devon this time, or will he leave her to pick up the shattered pieces of her life once more?

Find out in the shocking conclusion of The Shattered Pieces Series!

Stepping into her space, I lifted her chin, forcing her to peer up at me. She tried to look away, but I didn't let her. I gazed intently into her eyes as she held my stare. I was dangerously close to crossing a line, but in that moment, nothing mattered to me but Nina. She was becoming embedded under my skin. I was becoming lost in her- lost in her beauty, her touch, and especially her mind. With every second that ticked by, I was free falling into her essence. I wanted to plunge into the depths of her thoughts and emotions to understand just a fraction of what made her into the woman that stood before me.

Author Bio:
Kiara Delaney is a passionate writer of fictional romance, suspense thrillers, and poetry. With a unique style of infusing plot twists peppered with a dash of 'Who done it?', and authentic dialogue, her books have a way of sucking you in and giving you a solid connection with the characters. She began writing poetry at a young age and evolved her love for writing into her current works after many years of encouragement from family and friends. She is also an avid reader, has a great sense of humor, and cannot function without coffee. She is a true writer at heart, and thus, will remain so until she forgets how words work.

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Ghostwriter: An Erotic Thriller (Book One in The Shattered Pieces Series)
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Ghostwriter: An Erotic Thriller

Cupid by Lucy Felthouse

Out Now! Cupid by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985 @evernightpub) #holiday #christmas #erotica #romance #shifter #paranormal #pnr
As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.
One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.
Has Cupid finally met his match?

Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.
Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.
He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.
He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.
Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.
Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.
He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.
The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.
The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.
As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 140 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Friday, December 25, 2015

Melted and Whipped #BoundtobeNaughty

Melted and Whipped
Cleo Peitsche

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication: December 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-943576-47-0

Word Count: 28,000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

She’ll need more than a safe word to survive Porter Loughton.

Too broke to fly home for the holidays, ski instructor Emily is stuck on the slopes, giving lessons to the rich and the privileged. She doesn’t expect to see Porter Loughton, a former friend who broke her heart in college, ten years later and half a continent away. The mesmerizing billionaire suggests dinner, and Emily soon discovers how it feels to be bent across his knee, to be dominated by him. Their chemistry is hotter than in her dirtiest fantasies.

Emily knows it would be foolish to let him get too close after what happened before. She’s broke, her career nonexistent. The last thing she needs is to be in love with a man who doesn’t feel the same way. But when she receives distressing news, Porter is there to soothe her, and he won’t leave her side. Soon she has no control over her feelings.


I’m so stunned that I don’t even realize what’s happening at first, but then Porter’s tongue traces the closed seam of my mouth.
My lips soften, opening to him.
In response, his large palms cup my face even tighter, and his body rocks a little, inching closer.
A moan of longing rises in my throat. Embarrassed, I try to pull away.
Porter releases me. “Are you okay?”
All I can do is nod.
“Good.” He steps in close. His warm breath caresses my lips. “Because I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since…” He shakes his head and the next thing I know, his tongue is sliding over mine.
He tastes like the wine. Strong. Powerful. I’ll never be able to drink red wine again without remembering this, without getting turned on.
Because I am turned on. Pulsing heat throbs in my core, and I feel my pussy getting slick with desire.
I’m about to reach for him, to finally feel his perfect body under my fingertips, when he breaks our kiss.
Eyes closed like he’s savoring the moment, he continues to hold my face, then brushes his lips over mine, which are throbbing like the rest of my body. They feel swollen, lightly bruised.
“I think dinner is ready.” His voice is husky and raw.
Dinner is the last thing on my mind, but I think it would be rude to suggest we skip it in favor of doing more of the kissing thing.
When he releases me and turns his attention to the pan on the stove, I flee to my glass of wine. I don’t bother with the polite dance of asking if I can have more; it’s not like he’s going to say no.
I fill my glass and take a long swallow. Heaven help me—the wine tastes like his kiss.
“Can you carry these?” He slides two plates, two red cloth napkins, and two sets of silverware onto the counter. “It’ll save me a trip. This way.”
I follow him out the open side of the kitchen, toward the window. We enter a dining room with a table long enough to comfortably seat the entire U.S. Olympic alpine ski team.
A fancy centerpiece of candlesticks surrounded by holly adorns the end closest to us. Porter lays down two red cloth placemats and a trivet, on which he places a glass bowl of stir-fry.
I begin to distribute the place settings while Porter returns to the kitchen. He makes about six trips in all, and even though he tells me to sit, I hover uncomfortably to the side, my mind still buzzing from that kiss. Why did he do it?
The answer seems obvious: because he wanted to.
He’s not the same as he was in college. He’s even more self-assured, which I hadn’t thought was possible. It makes me unsure of myself, like there’s a predetermined amount of confidence that can exist between two people, and Porter has taken it all.
I learned a lot about men through my twenties, and while a big part of me only wants to know what Porter is like in bed, another part of me already knows I’ll be disappointed with just a one-night fling.
After all these years, it’s possible that the fantasy is better than the reality could ever be. I never thought of it in these terms before, but Porter is the perfect man in my memory, an unattainable ideal that no one could possibly live up to. What if he’s bad in bed? What if he’s a selfish lover?
Worse, what if he’s amazing, but then he disappears? He’s successful, rich, powerful. It’s insane to think his interest in me is anything more but casual. Really, with so many tourists in town with their families, and so many of the transplanted locals out of town, it’s not like there’s much choice for a man looking for fun between the sheets.
The wine isn’t helping me sort through my jumbled thoughts. As soon as I reassure myself on one front, the assault starts again from another angle.
If only this weren’t Porter, but some other gorgeous millionaire. No, billionaire. He was already a multimillionaire before college, thanks to the family fortune.
I snort. There aren’t many gorgeous billionaires to be found, and why can’t I enjoy the evening? I wish I weren’t buzzed.

About the Author:

If Cleo Peitsche isn't writing (or reading) erotica, she's probably sitting on her balcony, watching the wind blow through the trees. She loves horses, snowstorms, and piña coladas. If she won the lottery, she would hire an assistant to take care of the technical side of e-publishing so that she could write all day.

Some random facts about Cleo: 1. Thinks life's too short to forgo HEAs and HFNs; 2. Sprained an ankle joining the mile-high club. (Never again!); 3. Favorite writers include Cormac McCarthy, Junot Diaz, and Rachel Caine.; 4. Gets weak-kneed for bookish guys who know how to fix things with their hands. *swoons*

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BDSM with a heart and humor added for good measure. I enjoyed this story every page of the way. 


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Thursday, December 24, 2015

Lesbian Fiction Appreciation Event 2016

I first started reading lesbian fiction about five years ago and it was a groundbreaking moment. The characters in my head would not be silent and soon I began to write. My first short work of fiction became Sigil Fire, an urban fantasy novella that was a Goldie finalist last year in the paranormal category. To say I was proud to be among the lineup was an understatement.

This year finds me with the first book in the Myth and Magic series out in e-book and in audio and I couldn't be happier.

This month also finds my newest lesbian holiday anthology bursting onto the e-book shelves. Christmas Kisses is the second holiday anthology with Ladylit and it has been received very well by reviewers.

Currently I am in the process of writing Glitterlust, the second big book of the Sigil Fire series. This one will be about 70K and my largest work yet to date. It's funny how to you start out writing short stories and over time-with the right bit of pushing (Astrid and Jove) how I could learn to expand my comfort zone and do longer works. 

Edits are a necessary thing and in Glitter's case, much needed. I am reworking the sexy spots in the story and now have the basis for my first YA lesbian tale- Reyna's story to be exact. I'm excited to be working on the adult novel and look forward to turning it in very soon. The YA one is in the early planning stages.

Fiction can take us so many places and I love drawing out maps of new worlds to explore. Tell me what books in the lesfic genre have touched you and why. Here is mine:

Letters Never Sent by Sandra Moran

I loved this book. It made me weep both sad and happy tears as two lovers who were torn apart found themselves once more. It's a book that's always stuck with me and as I worked on my WWII tale WIP I thought of it often. I think reading Sandra's works defined something for me. That love has no boundaries-not the ones the world says we should have, nor the sands of time. Love prevails and in the end, that's all we have.

I thank you for stopping by the blog today and hope you get a chance to check out some of my newer works. Share a moment let's remember a wonderful author who's time came too soon this year.


Erzabet Bishop

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Rapture #BoundtobeNaughty

Genre: Gay, BDSM, Contemporary

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication: December 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-943576-54-8

Word Count: 32,000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

Seeing him whole, perfect, and on his knees…I desired him.

One look at him told me he was a young man on the verge of ruination, of being an addict and a slave to his passions. He was on Marco’s arm, and was introduced as Marco’s boy. The next time I saw him, he was Marco’s marked and branded property. One moment he was free, the next he was not. He’s flawless, or he used to be. Now he’s just damaged goods. Just another piece of property owned by the Reaper Brotherhood drug cartel.

Chase is just another wasted statistic, or he should’ve been if not for my hasty intervention. I made the worst mistake any up-and-coming monster could’ve made. I wanted him so much that even after he’s no longer perfect, I still wanted to save him from his inevitable doom.


“Take it all, you nasty dog.” Marco’s voice cut through the crowd like a knife.
I stood beside my brother, Keith, a looming silent and scarred shadow while he spoke to the local businessman who ran a few of the neighborhood’s strip joints and to whom we had been supplying for a number of years.
The man’s name escaped me, but I didn’t need to know. I just needed to know whether he was a threat to Keith and the business. Keith was the brains of our operation, and I was just the muscle. Our arrangement worked just fine, like clockwork.
“Shut up and suck, hole.”
Finally, I spared a glance to where Marco, his men, and a group of men and women were standing at the corner of the room. With my attention on them, I could finally make out the whimpers and pleas coming from the naked young man causing all the commotion.
Marco was one of the Brotherhood’s best dealers, but I never liked him. Sloppy as hell, Marco treated everyone like shit, especially the cocks and pussies belonging to the Brotherhood. This one was no exception. On his knees, the young man struggled to suck Marco’s cock while Marco jerked the leash connected to the collar on the man’s neck.
Meanwhile, one of Marco’s men hit the young man with a flogger from behind They made one hell of a noise despite the loud music spilling through the room. Shit. A commotion had been the last thing we needed, especially with the rumors I’d been hearing about cops mysteriously getting tipped off about some of our dealers.
“Kade, could you remind Marco to keep it down?” Keith asked, clearly annoyed.
Taking a long pull of my beer, I sighed and ambled over to Marco. I shook my head when some of my men looked my way. This was my problem to handle.
“Why, if it isn’t Kade? Care to join us, big man?” Marco asked as the crowd parted for me. He took his cock out from the boy’s mouth while his associate stopped the whipping. Marco kept the leash wrapped around his arm, though.
Given my bulk and size, it hadn’t been hard to push through the crowd. Most knew me on sight as Keith’s head enforcer.
It took me a second to place the protesting and sweat-slicked boy Marco had been rutting. I remembered Chase because of his ridiculous name. Wondered what kind of mother would name her kid that. This time, there was no smirk on his young face. No teasing.
Just a thick leather dog collar on his neck with a little silver tag I had a feeling bore Marco’s name. The sounds coming out of his young, cum-covered mouth hadn’t been sounds of pleasure. Chase hoarsely pleaded, cried, and whimpered like a dog being beaten to death.
The last time I’d seen him had been a month ago. It only took thirty days for Marco to break him down from a human being to an object.
“Keith wants you to keep the noise down. He has important guests to attend to,” I said coldly. Something darted to my leg.
Chase. He’d somehow managed to pry his leash from Marco’s arm, and it now dangled to the ground. Big blue eyes too lucid for my taste looked up at me pleadingly from beneath long lashes. They’re supposed to be drug-filled eyes, the eyes of someone far too gone to notice reality. His hands clutched tightly at my left leg with surprising strength.
“Please. Please make them stop.”

About the Author:

Angelique Voisen is a bisexual, twenty-something, type-2 diabetic and multi-pubbed writer who favors LGBT and menage pairings. She likes experimenting with different sub-genres and her stories may include cogs, fangs, space battles, kinky magic systems and happily-ever-afters. When Angel’s not writing, she’s gaming, watching B-rate action movies, or enjoying teatime with friends while enviously eyeing their cake.
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A great short story with textured edges and at times some very real dubious consent moments (like the one shown above.) If you like a bit of dark MM erotic romance, this story just might be for you.


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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Kinks in the Road Home by Roz Lee #BoundtobeNaughty

Genre: Gay, Menage, BDSM

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication: December 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-943576-53-1

Word Count: 37,500

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

Though there be kinks, the road still leads to home.

Three years ago, Paul found Cameron beaten and clinging to life in a NYC alley. Determined to protect the man he loves, they move to a remote mountain retreat. Though Cam’s physical wounds have mostly healed, the past still has an emotional hold on them, preventing Paul the Dom and his slave from finding the third person they dream of to complete their family.

When Cam meets Matt, thoughts of a third person in his relationship with Paul resurface. His master isn’t pleased with Cam’s attraction to the other man, but the fact they’re talking about a third again is a sign they’re both ready to put the past behind them. The only thing left to do is see if Matt is the one.

Rejected by his family, Matt works at Bound to put himself through culinary school and make a life for himself. Intrigued by Cam and the life he leads as a sexual slave, Matt agrees to become their cook and housekeeper, while deep down he wants more.

Is there room in Paul’s heart for another slave?
Holy fuck! Matt fought to keep the truck’s speed under control as he drove away from Cam’s workshop, but there was no controlling his heart rate. What the fuck had Roger thought, sending him there?
From the moment he’d laid eyes on Cam, he’d wanted him. Then fuck, he’d learned about the man’s lifestyle, seen the garden where he submitted to his Master, and lust had turned to envy. He’d give anything to be in Cam’s shoes. He hoped to God the man called him to model sometime. Despite coveting his lifestyle, Matt really did feel a connection with the artist, and if he wasn’t mistaken, Cam had been attracted to him, too.
But he was a slave to another. Not that Matt wanted to be anyone’s Master. He didn’t have it in him to be dominant. Perhaps if he did he would have stood up to his dad all those years ago and told him what he thought of a man who would disown his own flesh and blood because of their sexual orientation. He hadn’t known he was submissive then, but looking back he saw the signs. When his father had held the door open and ordered him out, he hadn’t argued, hadn’t stood up for himself. He’d left with nothing but the clothes on his back. Thanks to Roger, Matt had done well for himself, but the sound of a door slamming still took him back to that day, reminding him of the terrified young man he’d been. After days of sleeping on the streets, turning tricks for enough money to eat, he’d met a guy who, after paying him for a fuck in the backseat of his Mercedes, had pointed Matt in the direction of a club where he said he might find work.
He found much more than work. He’d found salvation and acceptance his own family had denied him from a stranger named Roger. The club owner had wanted nothing from him except an honest day’s work. In return, he’d given Matt his life back. After several months of cleaning the club during the daylight hours, he’d allowed Matt to observe the workings of the club at night. He’d gradually worked his way up to a Monitor position which paid well enough for him to enroll in culinary school during the day.
Roger still joked about how little sleep Matt existed on during that time. Between classes, his job at Bound, and studying, he’d been lucky to get a nap in, much less a full night’s sleep.
Those days were behind him. He had a decent job and a fair amount of free time to help Roger out. If he lived to be one hundred, he’d never be able to repay the man for what he’d done for him, but that didn’t make him any less angry for having had his dream life dangled in front of his face like a carrot on a stick. There, but so far out of his reach, he’d never have it.
Fuck you, Roger.
Matt backed the truck up to the loading dock behind ReBound. It was time to have a talk with his friend and mentor.

About the Author:

USA Today Best-Selling author Roz Lee is the author of twenty erotic romances. The first, The Lust Boat, was born of an idea acquired while on a Caribbean cruise with her family and soon blossomed into a five book series published by Red Sage. Following her love of baseball, she turned her attention to sexy athletes in tight pants, writing the critically acclaimed Mustangs Baseball series.
Roz has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. Roz and her husband have two grown daughters (and a new son-in-law) they couldn’t be more proud of.

Even though Roz has lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of travel.

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This book was full of feeling from the first page and kept me hooked. Some violence in the MC background made him guard his heart, but it's funny what happens when the right person-or in this case, people-comes along. A wonderful MM story, this one will keep you reading long into the night. BDSM and menage elements.


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