SWITCH HITTER available now from Wilde City Press


by Alex Morgan and Jon Michaelsen



Top ranked National League baseball player, Jase Dockery, was having a record-breaking year until a sluggish bat threatened to derail his streak. To the world Jase is a hero, but the MVP harbors a deeply guarded secret…one that just might end his career.

To satisfy his craving for domination, Jase agrees to a tryst with the captain of APD S.W.A.T. The night of unbridled passion has him fantasizing about his next rendezvous with the hard-bodied cop the next day at practice, but his pans are soon derailed by a stalking fan who abducts the nation’s hero to hide out in a lake cabin outside the city.

Can the smitten S.W.A.T captain locate Jase before the humiliation that awaits him with risking coming out to his comrades?


Jase swallowed hard and counted to ten before taking a breath. Jesus Christ! He expected his subjugator to bust him over the head, take his wallet and bike, but nothing happened.

“I…look, I’m sorry, man,” Jase managed. “Just forget it, all right? I made a mistake.” He flinched as the arm slipped higher around his chest. “I really need to go, now.”

The man breathed against his neck. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? I’m horny as hell tonight, and you’re precisely what I need. Lady Velvet has never disappointed me. Anonymity is as important to me as it is to you, she assured.”

Jase didn’t answer in words, but in the thickening of his cock. Tendrils of lusciousness rose from the base of his balls, and surged through his abdomen. He glanced down at the hand covering his left, at the thick fingers that clamped over his own. Lady Velvet had said the man was a cop, a S.W.A.T. officer at that. What luck!

Fighting off fear, Jase found his voice. “I-I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he said, still feeling uneasy. The man’s hand moved up to caress his chest, fingers tweaking his hard tits. Jase held his breath, ready to drop his load right there on the bike without shedding his clothes.

“My friends call me Cap.” The tip of a moist tongue slid up the base of Jase’s neck as the man’s hand settled on his crotched and squeezed hard. “I hear you’ve been a real dick lately and need some attitude adjustment.”

Those final words sealed the deal. Concern and fear evaporated in the heat churning between them. Jase wanted nothing more than to lose himself in the arms of this beast, captain of a S.W.A.T team.

Jase dismounted his motorcycle, and faced Cap. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. The mustachioed face, more handsome than any professional athlete or model, stared back at him. The brown eyes seemed to draw him in, engulfing his vision. He couldn’t look away, didn’t want to look away. Cap’s torso seemed to explode from out of his narrow waist. His T-shirt stretched across a huge, muscular chest.

The gorgeous specter smiled, and Jase’s legs nearly buckled.

“Let’s see what Lady Velvet has in store for us.” Cap draped an arm around Jase’s shoulders and led him to the elevator.




In Memorium – Author, Friend, Carol McKenzie

In Memorium – Celebrating the life and writing of author, Carol Mckenzie

Author (and friend) Carol McKenzie

Our dear friend and colleague, Carol McKenzie, recently lost her battle with lung cancer. Carol was a prolific author who wrote for her beloved fans in many genres, including M/M, Interracial, and Het Romance. A constant source of strength and encouragement to her fellow authors, Carol’s guidance was a force for good at WDC and many other writing groups on the net. She will be sorely missed.

The Staff of loveyoudivine Alterotica would like to invite you to join us on November 14th for a Requiem Chat in Carol’s honor.  Between 12 Noon and 8 PM EST, we’ll be posting her excerpts on our loveyoudivine Yahoo group and give away a copies of her print volumes, The Ex Factor, Cowboys and MEN: From His and His Kisses.


Featured below is an excerpt of one of Carol McKenzie’s last m/m stories 

Cowboys’ Christmas
By Carol McKenzie

On a more personal note, I wish everyone who reads this a very merry holiday season and a fantastic 2009. You take care. Carol

Ebook ISBN / Price: 978-1-60054-283-1

Length: 56 pages / 14,400 word count
Genre: M/M
Category: His and His Kisses
Rating: Shooting Star
Price: 3.75
Buy link: http://…com/4u2yz8
Video Trailer: http://…com/59anuw

Cowboys’ Christmas

It’s December and it’s cold. Blake’s back aches from busting broncs and he wants to settle down, maybe do some ranching. Blake loves his sister, who doesn’t know he’s gay. But he loves Riley, too. If he breaks the news, will his sister accept Riley into the family?

Thirty-year-old Blake finishes his obligations on the rodeo circuit for the year. It’s December and it’s cold. He calls his sister, Katy, in Rufus, Oregon, and tells her that he is getting too old to bust broncos. His back and bones ache. He mentions he may come home for Christmas. Katy ís delighted because she needs help with the Kinglsley Ranch; it’s falling apart, and her boyfriend is too much a tenderfoot to help.
Blake can’t wait to meet up with his “friend” in their usual camping area. Katy doesn’t know about his flame, Riley S. Campbell. What will she say or think when she finds he’s taken Riley, a man, as his lover? Will Riley’s family accept Blake?


Blake Kingsley pulled his truck and fifth wheel into a vacant island of Huck’s Gas Mart in downtown Longview, Washington, and stopped the engine. He climbed out and put his gray Stetson on his head. Heavy, cold rain beat down on the overhang and the air smelled of gasoline. He lifted the nozzle, pressed the mid-grade button and pumped forty dollars worth of gas into his tank, mumbling his displeasure the whole time. When he finished, he put handle back and ambled toward the pay station, the soles of his boots smacking in puddles.

A sleepy-eyed, brunette attendant behind a counter looked at him over her gold-rimmed glasses and blinked long, curling lashes.
Tipping onto his toes, he drew a couple of wadded bills from his tight jeans’ pocket and placed them on the steel counter.
The attendant took them without a word.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said and returned to his truck.
He climbed into the cab, closed the door and within the minute, drove toward Kalama, Washington, taking the interstate north. Pangs of loneliness entered his system again. He thought about his family; those alive and dead. I need to make a call. He retrieved his cell phone from the center console. Without swerving off the road, he dialed his sister in Rufus, Oregon.
“Katy, this season’s done. Thank God.”
“I hope you come home.” Her voice sounded creaky. He imagined her soft, freckled face and auburn, curly hair. “It’s been quiet here since mom and dad’s died.”
A picture of their parent’s crumpled automobile, with blood on the seats the day after their head on collision in Medford played in his mind. The horrible call from the emergency room had come announcing their demise. He gulped air in his sadness.
His sister sighed, bringing him back to the here and now. “Things are fallin’ apart around this ol’ place. Frank’s not into ranchin’. He can’t even ride a horse.”
Blake wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and the remembrance ended. He clucked his tongue, recalling her tenderfoot boyfriend, Frank. “I’ll bet.” A misplaced smile quirked at the corners of his lips. It’s best I change the subject, or she’ll cry. “What do you want for Christmas, sis?”
“Just get here safely. We’ll have a nice holiday, if you come. I’m invitin’ you, you know.”

“I’ll spring for the turkey, if I was to come,” Blake said and placed his Stetson on the passenger seat.

“So, how are you doin’ otherwise, little brother?'”

“It’s best you not ask, ’cause right now, I’m in a piss poor mood.”

“Why’s that?”

“These friggin’ gas prices suck. They’re high as hell. It costs too much drivin’ the circuit anymore. I’m twenty-eight and gettin’ too old for bustin’ broncs.”

“Get a different job, then. Stay home, settle down. Maybe get a job as, I dunno, be a cop.”

“I’ve done ruint my back.”

“Maybe it’s time to quit.”

“I’ve got to think about it. See you.”

“Tell your buddy hi. Oh, and call when you get close.”

“Will do.”

Once he put the cell phone back in the case and closed the console lid, he took a left onto a different highway and began thinking about what Katy didn’t know—his ideas on sexual preferences. It’d shock her to death. He thought about his job situation, too. Maybe I’ll work the farm. Or become a cop. At a stoplight he lit a cigarette and slid the Bic back into the pocket of his blue western shirt. Right now, all I do is get out there and risk life and limb…for what? To give the audience thrills, and all I get is a few measly dollars. Shit. I must have rocks in my fuckin’ head. What the hell am I goin’ to do? Should I rodeo another year, or quit? Cops’ lives are always in danger. Maybe my back ain’t in good enough shape to do that kind of work.
He coughed, took another drag off his Benson & Hedges and glanced at the speedometer. The dial read he was going five miles per hour over the speed limit. He raised his foot a bit on the gas pedal until the needle stopped just over sixty-five. An elongated sigh left his lips.
He passed several dense, vast forested areas. The dark green fir trees alongside the road forked upward toward a gloomy, cloudy sky. Rain splattered on the windshield as the wipers thump-thump-thumped. When he stopped at a sign, he flicked his cigarette out the window into a mud puddle. He turned the satellite’s radio knob to a country-western station and hummed along with George Strait who sang Easy Come, Easy Go.
As he started driving, his thoughts turned to a better subject. Yeah, I’ll park this thing and take a rest. Gettin’ a mess of Riley will make me feel better. The U-Shine Car Wash caught Blake’s eye. Maybe I should unhook this thing and wash the road dust off my pickup. He decided to keep on trucking, wanting to get to his destination before dark and get a space rented. I’ll wash it tomorrow.
Mid-afternoon, driving along on I-5, he gazed out upon the sparkling Columbia River near his exit. Slow barges made their way north and west; a breathtaking sight.
Once off the interstate and in town, he drove down the main drag looking for the old, peeling sign that read Campground–Marty’s Trailer Spaces–Weekly and Monthly Rates. Blake passed the launderette and the post office. He traveled two blocks past the totem pole, the Lone Pine Cafe and made a right just like he had at previous season’s end.
I’ll rest. Maybe spend part of the winter with my ol’ buddy.
He pictured his pal, Riley S. Campbell, when he last saw him over a year earlier. He stood five ten and had a slim, strong build. Blake never thought to ask his exact age, but he guessed it to be around twenty-eight. He’d worn hand-tooled boots and a belt that sported a silver Texas longhorn buckle. Riley’s onyx gaze seemed to penetrate his soul and mind. Worn jeans, most of the time faded, encased a well-shaped ass. Blake began to feel the slide of him coming inside his body. Damn, I’ve missed him. He’ll be a sight for sore eyes.
Purchase Link to Carol McKenzie’s titles with LoveYouDivine.

Genre, e-publishing, and books, books, e-books — oh my!

This week, please welcome multi-talented, multi-genre author, Jude Mason!


A couple of topics that have been going around a few of the blogs and yahoo groups of late concerning genres— what authors like to write, what readers like to read, and what the market is for all these new multi-genre books coming out in e-book format. Well, of course I have an opinion and I’ll do my best to share it with you. And, I’ll get to plug a few of my own books in the process. Bonus!


As an author, I’ve been told to write what I know.  In my opinion, that doesn’t necessarily mean things I’ve actually done, but things I’ve become interested in for one reason or another as well as the empathy I feel for others. What does that have to do with genres you might ask, well here ya go.


The first book I had published kind of followed the rule. It was about a topic that interested me greatly, at the time. It was called Dance of Submission and was published in 1999 by a now defunct publishing house called Amatory Ink. The next book was a science fiction. I grew up on science fiction: Ray Bradbury, Isaac Asimov and Mr. Heinlein, to name a few, so I felt pretty good going into that area. After that, I went a little nuts and dove headlong into a BDSM, fetish novel that took me forever to write and involved a topic I had literally no idea about. Anyone ever heard of pony boys? The interest was there. Oh yeah, and I did tons of research, so the book wasn’t bad. Who Races-Who Wins has since been pulled from the cyber shelves and waits for a re-write and a new home. I’ll get there. You’ll love Slither and his lovely wife, Christine.


Since then, I’ve written in just about every genre you can think of that’s got either romance or erotica in there. At the moment, I have a variety of genres available to the readers. Roses Have Thorns is an erotic horror story that will curl your toes.

Jesse’s Homecoming is a lesbian western that begins with Jesse returning home from a weekend of wandering in the hills. She finds her lover, Meg, being brutally raped by an ex-husband she’d escaped from years ago. Jesse fires her gun, wounding the man. Battered and bruised, Meg is sure she’s unlovable. It’s up to Jesse to prove her wrong and to get the monster she’d married sent to prison. 





Yes, Ma’am, a print collection of BDSM novellas of fem-domme fiction at its finest! My publisher, Phaze, was proud to present the novellas of Jude Mason in print. An Acquired Taste, Pink Ribbon, Stage Fright, and Amber’s Toy, plus never before published extras!



Fertile Domain is a gay futuristic book that also includes fem-domme in all its glory. In a world where pollution and greed has pushed humanity to the brink of extinction, fertility is one of the priorities. Men must prove themselves to fertile fems. For those who are lacking, or who cease to please the women, harsh treatment follows. Two new men, Jax and Trev, vie for a place among the elite ‘studs’ of a beautiful fem. Will they succeed, will the love they feel for each other survive?


Then there’s Shoon Joining, a science fiction tale in the style of Spider Robinson, if I do say so myself. Coerced into negotiating with the alien race, the Shoon, Earthman Ambassador Trevor Sloan finds himself tossed into a scenario never before faced. Imprisoned by a corrupt bureaucracy, then rescued by his lover, they fight together, along with the Shoon, to end the ills of humanity.


Shifters and ghosts, mysteries and femdom, the more you mix it up, the more the readers seem to like it. Writing teams are popping up as well, there’s Stella and Audra Price, Alessia Brio and Will Belegon, and don’t forget Jude Mason and Jamie Hill. It seems two can come up with even more interesting genre mixes than a single author.


Check out our Untamed Heart Series, two of which are now available through Total E-Bound, one of the up and coming e-publishers who are putting out amazing products.















Feral Heat, Book one in the series: The scent of a female is a powerful thing. Kai, leader of the cougar clan finds that out the hard way, much to his distress. Can he and his life mate, Aric, find the stolen talisman before it’s too late?

And Bear Combustion, Book two in the series: Fire rages, not only through the forest to threaten the lives of his clan, but in the hearts of Tarek, the leader as well as Inuka, his firey lover and Raven, the stoic companion who secretly adores him. Can the flames of their love survive?


Diversity seems to be the flavor of the day when it comes to e-publishing. Brick and mortar shops are closing because they can’t deal with the print on demand of e-publishers, but I wonder if they’ve really thought about the whys of it? The fan base is shifting. They want variety in their novels. They don’t only want novels either. They want shorter stories they can read in one sitting. When you buy an e-book the cost is less, so much less that readers can afford to try new authors and new genres. The e-publishing industry is growing by leaps and bounds, putting out a plethora of genre busting books to satisfy anyone’s need.


From the readers I’ve spoken to, I get the distinct impression they’re fed up with single genre books. They want variety. They want us to surprise and shock them. As long as there’s a happy ending, or in some cases a happy for now ending, they want it. The more twisted and turned the plots, the more outrageous the genre mix, the better. How to market all these multi-genre books? In the local book store, I have no idea and that’s a large part of their problem. In my opinion, they’re going to have to find a way, or they’re business’ is going to simply go further downhill.


Jon, thanks so much for having me here and letting me spout off to your readers.


– – –

*Jude Mason – Come, explore with me…if you dare*








Total E-Bound



Roses Have Thorns



Jesse’s Homecoming



Yes, Ma’am



Fertile Domain



Shoon Joining



Feral Heat



Bear Combustion



 Where you can find Jude:


Website: http://www.my-haven2001.com/   

Jude’s Blog: http://jude-mason.blogspot.com/

Jude at MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/jude_mason

Custom Erotica Fantasies: http://customeroticafantasies.blogspot.com/   
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This week I welcome multi-published author, Amanda Young, as Guest Blogger!




One of my favorite things about writing M/M romance is the ability to write outside the box. The characters don’t have to be the typical alpha male found in other genres. 


In my opinion, the idea of physical beauty in this day and age is a little skewed. Instead of smooth, flawless skin and gym-toned bodies, I’ve always been drawn to a different sort of man. The kind of man who’s built like a brick sh*thouse and covered in hair. That’s right—Bears. There’s nothing sexier to me than a hairy chest and a solid masculine body. Michael Angelo’s David be damned, I want to explore the allure of brawny men who can bench-press their own weight plus that of their partner.


For my next series, I’m planning to focus on big strapping men with even bigger hearts. There will be Bears, and Otters, and Wolves—oh my. For those of you who don’t know the terminology, I thought I would share some definitions (as I understand them) with you.


  • Admirer – a term that refers to someone who is sexually or romantically attracted to Bears (this term is often used in various communities to describe an outsider who has sexual attraction to people within that community). Also often referred to as a Chaser. Admirers/Chasers can be of any weight, hairy or hairless and any age.
  • Bear – a hairy man with a stocky or heavyset build and facial hair. Can be clean shaven and of any age.
  • Bear run – a gathering or circuit party for Bear/Cub types and their Admirers.
  • Cub – a younger (or younger looking) version of a Bear, typically but not always with a smaller frame. The term is sometimes used to imply the passive partner in a relationship.[10] Can be hairy or hairless.
  • Gobi – A male, often heterosexual, who is often in the company of bears. Likened to a Goldilocks.
  • Daddy bear – is an older guy sometimes looking for a daddy/son relationship with either a younger Bear, Cub, Otter, Wolf or Chaser.
  • Goldilocks – A female, often heterosexual, who is often in the company of bears (a bear’s fag hag).
  • Leatherbear – A bear with a leather fetish.
  • Muscle bear – a muscular version of a Bear. A muscle cub is a younger or smaller, yet muscular, version. Can be hairy or hairless and of any age.
  • Otter – a man who is hairy, but is not large or stocky – typically thinner, or with lean muscle. Slimmer version of a Bear with little pockets of fat like love handles or a tiny gut, but not as lean as a Wolf.
  • Panda bear – a bear of Asian ethnicity. A panda cub is younger version. Usually hairless.
  • Pocket bear – A short Bear.
  • Polar bear – a silver- or white-haired Bear.
  • Wolf – A lean, masculine gay man who is attracted to bears and involved in the bear scene.
  • Woof – A greeting often used when a Bear spots another Bear in public and wants to express physical attraction. He might make a growling noise (“Grrr!”) or say “Woof!”



What would you, the reader, like to see more of in erotic M/M romance? Maybe more overweight characters, or “Average Joe” type heroes. How about little known fetishes, like sploshing or water sports? For every kink you can dream up, there’s someone out there who’s interested. I’d love to hear what readers would like to see more of.



Author Bio:


Amanda Young writes in multiple subgenres, including M/F, M/M, and paranormal romance. The only thing she guarantees is hot ride and a happy ending. To learn more about Amanda’s books, please visit her website: www.AmandaYoung.org


Canadian Author Of Erotic Romance, Dawne Dominque

  This week, please join me in welcoming multi-published Canadian author, Dawne Dominique! 

 I would like to thank Jon for having all of us Gremlin authors as guests on his blog. He and I met in our writing forum, and I was immediately drawn to his writing. He’s a very talented author, and a wonderful friend as well – thank you, Jon.


 Okay, a little bit about myself:

 For those who don’t know me, my name is Dawné Dominique, and I’m a managing editor for loveyoudivine, a cover artist for four publishers, and a published author myself in the genres of erotic romance, paranormal and fantasy. I’ve worn many hats throughout my life: I was a paralegal for seventeen years before resigning to pursue my lifelong passion of being writer; I’m a mother to a beautiful twenty-seven year old daughter, and a wife to the same tall, dark and handsome man for almost thirty years. I love anything chocolate, and I could eat pizza morning, noon and night (and I confess, I have done so). 

My first published novel was Ridley’s Rival, a modern-day western released through loveyoudivine, and is included in a print anthology called Cowboys available at:

www.loveyoudivine.com  – and – www.amazon.com 


Gremlins, An Anthology is a different type of novel. Now, I know a lot of people have read the title and scratched their heads. Let me clarify here that this book is not about erotic gremlins, but rather their human counterparts. Almost every genre is represented: horror, dark and classical fantasy, comedy, and paranormal (vampire).

 When S.D. Grady first approached me to write a “gremlin” tale, I was a little confused. I couldn’t think of one thing erotic or romantic about those little creatures, and when I made a joke about a gremlin being a vibrator, a story began brewing inside my brain. Yes — that space between my ears is a scary place to be. Thus, Bonamy & Clyde was born.

 Bonamy Parker is borderline OCD. Her need to be in absolute control is evident in her ultimate bitch approach in everything she does both in her personal and professional life. When little things begin to go wrong with her appliances, like her precious espresso machine, she assumes it’s a faulty kitchen gadget. When her vibrator begins acting up, she passes it off as a bad batch of batteries, not knowing that a little gremlin is to blame.

 Clyde Barrow has just recently moved to Seattle from Vancouver. He doesn’t know a lot of people in the city, but the beautiful neighbor who lives next door has him drooling. When he finally gets the nerve to talk to her, Bonamy shoots him down in flames leaving him singed and confused.

 Dipuc is a mischievous gremlin matchmaker with a very unique power, which he is not allowed to use — at least, not quite yet. Although born to be evil, there is a flaw of goodness in Dipuc – and that imperfection gets him cast him out of Danté’s Abyss, but another higher power takes him in.

 Typical of any gremlin, anything electrical draws Dipuc like a bee to honey. When he begins to have some fun with both Bonamy and Clyde’s electrical appliances in an effort to bring them together, he’s forgotten that using his unique magic during a thunderstorm can cause absolute havoc. Fleeing their respective apartments, Bonamy and Clyde come together and discover they both have been experiencing the same troubles. From there… Well, you’ll just have to read to find out more.

 The reviews I’ve received have all commented on one thing — the strong comedic aspects of the novel. I wanted to write something that would give readers some chuckles, as well as having to take a cold shower.



 Excerpt from Bonamy & Clyde:

 From the fiery depths of Dante’s Abyss, high domain of all malice and evil, the tiny, insufferable minion roused into existence. He flexed shoulders covered in newly birthed flesh of yellow-green, soft and pliable like lavied gold. Claws extended, scratching at the womb, testing its strength, its resistance. Cognizance came slow, but with it, understanding. Mischief ruled him, yes, but corruptness, the true unwavering evil that governed his kind was absent.

 Mannerch the Maker sensed the imminent flaw. Sneering in contempt, he snarled at the bundle of waste lying near his cloven feet. “Your purpose is tainted.” Crimson eyes glowed with the licking flames of his dominion.

 “So be it,” the gremlin murmured, waiting for the inevitable. A curved talon brushed across the viscous wall of the cocooned sanctuary that held him. A small tear caught the tip of a claw, and hope flared hotter than the bowels of perdition whence he came.

 Light ricocheted inside his cell, pulsing with a heat so unlike the flames he’d been born into. Howls of frustration erupted from Mannerch, but soon, those cries faded to nothingness. The gremlin cowered, shielding sensitive eyes against the stark effulgence of his incubator. When a new voice spoke, the creature’s shivers subsided, and a cadence of love and understanding enfolded the cold, fragile body.

 “All creatures deserve a chance at life. It is what you do with that life which is important. Devil’s minion, I name you Dipuc. Go forth and wreak your mischievous havoc, but so shall you serve my side.”

 Good and evil collided then, a kaleidoscope of life, death and something in between. Thus, Dipuc the Gremlin transcended to the world of humankind–created in hell, but guided by the hand of another.

(Pssst…spell Dipuc backwards)

** Recently released

from loveyoudivine is short story called Amy that will be included in an anthology called $eductive…and $old. This print novel will contain a collection of unique courtesan stories. Amy is my contribution to this very hot, erotic print.  



 Amy Radcliff took the job as a paid escort for Cream of the Crop Escort Service to help pay off her accumulating student loans. In her final year of corporate law, they need to be paid off—and soon. After a girlfriend tells her how much money she can make as a paid escort, Amy jumps at the opportunity. Faced with her first client, who is drop-dead gorgeous, and rich, Amy begins to realize that perhaps she’s not cut out for the job…or is she? Available at: www.loveyoudivine.com

 Excerpt from Amy:

 At the request of the client, she wore a fitted black suit jacket and matching skirt with a modest hemline a few inches above slender, shapely knees. Red stiletto heels, no nylons, and a matching handbag added a risqué touch to the apparel, but still kept it professional looking. Flaxen-streaked hair twisted tight into a French bun made her feel awkward, but whatever the client requested, Patrice’s girls delivered. Amy thought she looked more like an uptight executive secretary than a paid escort, and she was thankful for the guise. No one in the hotel could have suspected what she was there to do.

Taking a deep breath, and running a tongue over lips that sported just a hint of color, she knocked on the hotel door.

 “Come in,” a sonorous male voice called out.

 Amy’s heart beat like a bongo drum. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she waited for the click of a lock before gripping the door handle with sweaty palms and entering.

Thick, brocade drapes covered a large wall-to-wall window across from the entrance.

 She squinted in the dimness, her eyes slowly adjusting to the diffused gloom. On her right, a large sunken sitting room displayed an expensive settee and a bar. Large oriental vases filled with freshly cut flowers stood scattered around the room. It smelled like heaven, and little bit of her fear disappeared. Any man that liked fresh bouquets couldn’t be all that bad, right? Movement on her left caught her eye. She stared at the entryway leading into a massive bedroom—and the silhouette of a tall man leaning against the doorframe.

 Amy gulped down a gasp. He stood shrouded in shadow, but it wasn’t fright that made her heart beat faster. Her first thought was why this guy would ever need an escort service. He was the most handsome man she’d ever seen, and oddly familiar, as well.

 Short, ebony hair layered in soft wisps rested against the nape of a thick, tanned neck. His unbuttoned, white silk shirt revealed a broad, hairless chest and washboard stomach. Black silk lounging pants hung from strong, muscular hips. He was dressed for an evening indoors. So much for dinner, she griped. I should have grabbed something to eat on my way here.

 Unable to think of something clever to say, she stood in the foyer, gripping her purse tighter, trying not to gawk.

“I’m not what you expected, I see,” he murmured with a shrug. The deep voice carried a proper, lilting English accent with a cadence that caused goosebumps to rush up and down her spine.

 Amy realized too late that her mouth hung open. Trying to gather her wits and look professional, she shook her head and lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry. I’m…I’m kinda new to this and—”

 “Well, that makes two of us.” He paused, and the heat of his stare nailed her to the spot. “As you can see, I’m not really dressed for dinner. I’d rather stay in this evening. The hotel is full of people I’d rather not see. I can order us some dinner, if you wish.” An ebony brow quirked.

 Confused, she tried not to blush at the ease in which he read her mind. Is terror written all over my face? He smiled then and the brilliance of his white, even teeth glowed in the darkness of the room. The small gesture eased a little of her discomfort, but only just a tiny bit.

 From the distance between them, she could see eyes that were a brilliant blue, a nose regal and Greek-like, and a strong, rugged jaw finished the picture. He looked more like a poster boy for a men’s fashion magazine than a client. Bemused, Amy tried to figure out why she was here. She’d always assumed the men who used escort services were pudgy, married and rich, preferring to have discreet affairs with beautiful women who kept their secrets safe. Why would someone like him have to pay for a woman’s attention?

 What I’m working on now: 

 I have several novels on the go, but I’ve recently returned to a fantasy novel called Tears of San*Ferath (after placing it on the backburner for almost two years). It’s classic fantasy about a strange illness that wipes out all the mage’ic and mage’cial creatures of Allanoria, but 500 years pass before the actual story begins. This is adult fantasy which encompasses dragons, evil battling good, a little naughtiness, and of course…mage’ic. I hope to finish this one in the next month or so.


 Eden’s Hell is a different twist of the story of Adam and Lillith, his first wife, and the origin of vampires. I hope to have this novel finished by early next years.


 Physical Therapy is a dark, mystery/stalker tale that delves into the underworld of BDSM and sexual therapy.

 Well, that’s about all for me, folks. I had a lot of fun sharing my writing with you, and hope to be here again. Thank you so very much for having me, Jon. {{HUGS}}

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