Preview Excerpt for What - Available April 29th

What

by Missy Welsh

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-272-0 (Electronic)
Genres: Gay / Fantasy / Shapeshifter

Heat Level: 3

Length: Novella (19k words)

 

Description: Sam's life completely changes when Jeremy, his sexy and muscular boss at a tattoo parlor, finally reveals the secret he's been keeping from Sam since the day they met: they're mates, and not only is Jeremy a panther, but so is Sam.

With rules to follow so they can be together, Sam has to step up and be the patient lover his formerly straight mate needs him to be while learning about his new self as a shapeshifting panther...

Excerpt


..."You're just a kid." Jeremy looked down at me with those sharp, green eyes. "Just a dumb kid who's got no idea what the hell he's doing."

I bit my bottom lip to keep it from trembling and looked away. He'd never called me dumb before. Others did all the time. If I took too long to answer a question so I could get a hold of my stutter, they thought I was slow. I'd gotten used to it. From other people. That Jeremy thought I was dumb really, really stung.

He was the only person in my life who ever treated me like I mattered. He didn't rush to finish my sentences when my stuttering took over. He was always patient with me. I'd worked in three other tattoo places before getting hired here because no one else could stand me. It was only at Jeremy's shop that I'd been able just to do my art and not have to worry about chatting up the clients. Jeremy did that part for me.

I realized now that him telling me to go home was probably him actually telling me I was fired.

"S-s-s-s-sorry," I managed, but he didn't let me move, so I just stared at the wall to my right. I had to clench my fists to keep from wrapping my arms around myself and sinking to the floor.

Yeah. Dumb, pathetic loser--that was me because I still loved him.

"I can't do it anymore, Sam," he said and really sounded upset. I chanced a look at him through my bangs only to have him brush my hair back and cup my cheek. I gasped.

"I tried." He got right in my face. "Understand that, okay? I tried to keep near you and stake my claim without the need for the rest of this shit, for your sake." He sighed, his breath smelling like the peppermints he always sucked on.

"I-I-I--"

"No. Just let me get this all out. You can talk after." He let me go and turned sideways. "After you're done screaming, that is," he mumbled. He sighed again, then waved toward that chair. "Go sit, Sam. It'll be better if you're sitting."

I walked over and sat. There was no point in protesting because I was so amped up right now with worry and fear that I couldn't have said anything anyway. I'd never been afraid of Jeremy before today. He'd never given me a reason.

He paced in front of me for a few seconds, and I realized he wasn't wearing shoes. All he had on were those black leather pants. I bet there wasn't any underwear under them either. Not with how low they'd been while he sat. I'd have at least seen the top of a thong or a jock. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as my libido went on red alert from the image of Jeremy in a jockstrap. A ratty one. A ratty one in desperate need of a wash. It'd smell like sweat and piss and every delicious man-smell he could produce. That was something I could--

"Seriously?" he snapped. I flinched and looked at him again. "This is turning you on? Right now? I could fucking tear this place apart at any second and you're over there getting hot?"

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say to that. How the hell did he know?

He kind of growled and ran his hands up into his short, brown hair, spiking it up in places. "You're really something," he said and kind of laughed, shaking his head. "I can smell your fear, but right underneath that is arousal. Shit, Sam."

He took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering closed. Both his hands smoothed down his toned and hairless chest. Oh, man. One stopped to tease his abs as he took another breath and the other hand went down to cup his crotch. I became very aware of my own heartbeat right then because Jeremy was getting hard. Like a Pavlovian response, my own dick swelled in my jeans, that little bit of pain turning me on even more.

"D-d-do y-y-y-you--"

I stopped, not for any reason except that, when he looked at me then, a car drove by and the light that reflected off his eyes was bright green. That... That wasn't normal, was it?

"Do I what?" He actually grinned and took a few steps toward me. "Do I want you? Fuck, yes. Every panther wants his mate, Sam..."

 

What by Missy Welsh

Available 04/29/12 From Amber Allure

Preview Excerpt for Captain Fluke - Available April 29th

Captain Fluke

by G. R. Richards

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-273-7 (Electronic)
Genres: Gay / Fantasy / Superheroes / Action / Adventure / Romantic Comedy

Heat Level: 2

Length: Amber Kiss (5k words)

 

Description: All superheroes have fantastic abilities of fight and flight, right?

Not Captain Fluke.

From an early age, Larry's only special talent has been a knack for stumbling across the bad guys, catching enemies of the city red-handed wherever he went. It's not an ability most people would wish for, but Larry wouldn't trade his Captain Fluke powers for the world...especially when they can attract a guy as super as Ted.

 

 

Excerpt

 

.."You're really gonna wear that leotard on a blind date?" Bert scooped a forkful of cold Spaghetti-Os straight from the can. "Dude's gonna think you're nuts."

Larry hopped down the hallway with one foot stuck halfway into his neon green bodysuit. "Well, how the hell else is he gonna know it's me? Use your head, Bert. And close your robe while you're at it."

Tumbling headlong over the sofa, Larry dislodged his foot from his costume and managed to pull the top part up over his shoulders in one fell swoop.

"You're one to talk," Bert scoffed, tightening the belt on his ratty old robe. "Don't you think a superhero should at least wear underpants when he's going out on the town?"

"Don't need it." Larry tapped the crotch of his bodysuit and it rang out with a faint metallic dinging sound. "Reinforced codpiece, bro. Anyway, I don't need to worry about getting hurt. Someone up there is looking out for me."

"Looking out for you?" Bert's curious gaze followed Larry's finger as it pointed up to the ceiling. "What, you mean the Goldsteins in the apartment upstairs?"

"No, no, I mean heaven, you idiot. Karma, Zeus, the God-force, the Great Unknowable." Larry pulled on his prized headpiece made of blue spandex with yellow tailfins. He always had a little trouble hearing through the fabric, but it looked so cool he didn't want to change it. "Somebody up there is taking care of good old Captain Fluke, leading me to the right place at the right time. Now, where did I say I'd pick up my blind date? Three-twenty River Street East, was it?"

"West!" Bert called out through a mouthful of Spaghetti-Os. "River Street West!"

Larry scooped his keys and wallet off the sideboard, shoving both down the sides of his high-tops. "Don't wait up, man."

"Did you hear what I said?" Bert cried. "River Street West!..."

 

Captain Fluke by G. R. Richards

Available 04/29/12 From Amber Allure

Review for Ink Illusions by Val Kovalin

Ink Illusions by Val Kovalin

As a gay man, Aaron never dreamed he'd end up in Houston, Texas, helping a female friend raise her child. Then he learns that the child's father has just been released from prison. Will Travis threaten Aaron's new family? To find out, Aaron conceals his identity and meets Travis during the chaotic splendor of Mardi Gras, when no one is what he seems.

Travis is ruthless when it comes to locating his child. Otherwise, he's not the criminal Aaron expected. Aloof and intuitive, Travis works as a tattoo artist. The intricate tattoos on his body celebrate his commitment to Asatru, a Norse pagan religion. Meanwhile, Aaron is his polar opposite, a talkative Jewish sales rep from Las Vegas, who never misses a chance to have fun.

What they have in common is neither man can turn down a fight. Neither can resist their affair, which turns into an intensely erotic struggle as each seeks to master the other. As their lust deepens to love, Aaron knows he must tell Travis the true reason they came to meet. Meanwhile, he fears that the darkness inside Travis's soul may lead the man to break the law and end up back in prison... 

Review Snip

"...Val Kovalin introduces the readers into the world of Mardi Gras, Norse paganism, and even some Viking mythology....Breathtaking descriptions and flawed characters make INK ILLUSIONS a great read...I liked Aaron. I understood his dilemma in wanting to protect the little girl he loved and his growing feelings for Travis...Travis I loved. He was so misunderstood and really a softy who’d learned from his mistakes... filled with flawed characters and great love scenes." -- Layne, You Gotta Read Reviews

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Excerpt

...Travis grabbed Aaron’s hand and led him down a short hallway to the bedroom. Enough light shone in from the living room to illuminate the wide bed set in a boxy wooden frame. Aaron expected a tangle of sheets, but it looked smooth, topped with a plaid blanket stretched tight and brushed free of wrinkles. He stopped Travis at the foot of the bed.

“Wait,” he said. “I’d better ask the question.”

“You mean—supplies?” Travis kissed his lips.

“No, the other question.”

Travis looked puzzled as he toed off his shoes and socks. “What?”

“You know—the past sexual history question.” Aaron watched as Travis’s eyes widened. “Don’t worry. I don’t have anything you need to worry about catching.”

“Yeah, same here. I don’t have the paperwork, but I will. I’m glad you said something because my brain shut off a while back.” Worry darkened Travis’s eyes. “Hey, I hope you’re not suggesting we just… I mean, we’re still going to use condoms, right?”

“Absolutely,” Aaron said.

Travis gave a big smile, full of relief and joy. “Let’s do it!”

He threw himself backwards on the bed…and let out a startled shout as the firm surface turned liquid, sloshing beneath him. He groped for a handhold as the mattress sent him rolling back and forth under Aaron’s incredulous gaze.

“You forgot you have a waterbed?” Aaron struggled not to laugh.

“Whoa, sorry!” Travis said. “Always catches me by surprise when I do that.”

He lay spread-eagled, trying to stabilize the mattress. In the low light, his face looked flushed, his pale hair standing up in spikes. His jeans, unzipped and yanked open, revealed the clear outline of his hard-on straining against his briefs.

Aaron stood over him, staring in open pleasure as Travis’s undulating body rode the pitching mattress. Travis wore tightie-whities, and the stretchy material left nothing to the imagination. It almost couldn’t contain his erection. The heavy tip of his cock leaked, dampening the fabric in a translucent patch. Finally, Travis lay flat, having forced the mattress motionless.

“Damn.” Travis’s voice shook. “The way you’re looking at me…”

He lifted his hips with care, sliding off his jeans. His big hand drifted up to adjust the angle of his cock. The flushed head pushed out from his elastic waistband, glistening and looking big as a plum. Travis choked out a laugh and stuffed it back inside.

“What a tease!” Aaron stripped to his shorts and climbed on the mattress. He and Travis rolled together as he worked the briefs down around Travis’s knees, tearing the fabric in his haste. “So sexy…”

Travis lay atop Aaron, propped on his elbows and one knee. His erection pressed heavy and full against Aaron’s stomach, and Aaron threw back his head on the mattress, groaning in delight. He imagined that big cock sliding between his lips. Or sinking into his ass, making him cry out with the overwhelming pleasure-pain of being stretched and filled. His mouth went dry with lust. “You’re hung like a horse.”

Travis paused with his mouth on Aaron’s neck. “What? Really?”

“Get a condom,” Aaron said. “Get inside me now!”

Travis lunged for the bedside table, and the mattress rolled with his motion. He retrieved a fistful of foil-wrapped condoms, which spilled across the blanket. He groped for one as Aaron pulled his T-shirt up around his neck.

A phantasmagoric tattoo blazed on Travis’s back, a huge tree centered over his spine with its roots at his hips and its topmost branches fanning across his broad shoulders. No leaves ornamented the tree, throwing the focus on the vigorous three-dimensional quality of its bark and branches.

“What is this?” Aaron asked, amazed.

“Yggdrasil,” Travis said. “The World Tree.”

The tree looked intricate and alive, inked in shades of gray and black. Norse heathen images appeared between its branches—wolves, warriors, mountains, ravens, and ships—in subtle increases in color, mostly steel blue with glints of green.

“Aaron,” Travis said his name for the first time, pleading.

“Look at it later.”

“Take off the T-shirt,” Aaron said. “I want you naked...”

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Review for Tame by A. J. Llewellyn

Tame by A.J. Llewellyn

Cavan Carmichael has just transferred to LAPD from rural Oregon. It's Halloween and he's expecting...well, the unexpected, since it's the time of spooky things, and this is LA, after all. Nobody, however, could have predicted an animal abuse call that turns out to reveal a beaten, chained-up man in a garden shed.

Then come the words that Cavan knows will haunt him for life: "Don't worry, I'm tame."

Cavan rescues the man who, underneath the bruises and blood, is very handsome. And mysterious. Nothing about the stranger adds up. Nothing he says makes sense. For every medical test the doctors perform, only more questions arise. When Ludo, as he insists he be called, is admitted to the hospital, he has grievous injuries inflicted by a despicable assailant via antique torture instruments.

Unbelievably, Ludo's injuries heal fast and Cavan, who visits the recuperating man, is astonished to find he is attracted and protective of the man. But can Cavan overlook the oddities, such as bristles under the man's tongue? The strange wolf hairs in his wounds? Is the most beautiful man Cavan has ever seen really...tame?

Review Snip:

 "...This is an amazing story. There is the utter realism of the characters, which is outstanding in all its details. Add to that a gripping storyline which had me wondering what was really going on and kept me turning the pages. On top of all that none of it seemed to make sense in relation to all the other werewolf stories I have read (and there have been a few!). As well it shouldn’t have. This is a very different approach to the topic and I totally loved being taken by surprise...If you like stories that take you out of the ordinary, with characters who are so real you think you know them and a riddle to solve that will surprise you with its solution, you will like this book. If you are looking for a different take on werewolves, and adore paranormal stories, you will be as desperate for a sequel as I am. This is a great paranormal story with all the elements of a mystery as well as a wonderfully touching love story. Can we please have more???" -- Serena Yates, Queer Magazine Online

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Excerpt:

...Masterson put all the dogs inside and flipped on a light over the door. The bulb didn’t illuminate much. The yard appeared small, but it was hard to see in the dark. Masterson came back out and closed the door behind him. He stood on the top step as Cavan joined Ben, who could see the neighbor’s house to his left. The kitchen had a clear view of the backyard in spite of the high fence and a lot of foliage from a long trail of bougainvillea topping it.

Ben asked Masterson to open his garage.

“There’s nothing in there,” he grumbled, but he went inside and got his keys.

“He’s been building,” Cavan said, keeping his voice low. “I smelled sawdust. He’s got traces of it in his hair and on his shoulder. And that T-shirt. I know that lumber company. It’s from Klamath Falls, in Oregon.”

Ben nodded.

Masterson came outside and unlocked the garage. He yanked a long cord above him and fluorescent lights flickered to life. The garage was filled with even more videos in bookshelves lining the walls. Some building materials stood in boxes. Ben looked at Cavan, who had detected a whiff of something else.

Blood.

Under the canopy of a dark, starless night, Cavan stepped into the backyard. He could hardly see, but he kept up a sweeping arc of the flashlight.

He could hear Ben talking to the man now. Cavan concentrated. He had figured out the plants looked jumbled together but the farther he walked, the more they created a small, narrow path to the back of the property. Something made him swing his flashlight to the left. He almost missed it, except the smell of new wood was so strong.

A shed.

He turned and caught Ben’s eye. Ben came right to him, tripping over a stone.

“What is it?”

“A shed.”

Ben arced his flashlight in the same direction. It was very well hidden.

“There’s nothing in there. I don’t keep my dogs in there.” The man kept babbling. “You can’t go in there. That’s private.”

They inched toward it, the big silver bolt on it glinting under the flashlights’ beams. Cavan saw a dark stain on the door. He was sure it was blood.

“Unlock this please,” Ben insisted.

“No. There’s no dogs in there. Come back with a search warrant.”

They reached the shack, Cavan touching the lock. The padlock had not been pushed all the way down.

Inside the house, the dogs started barking like crazy, as if sensing something was very wrong. Cavan pulled out his iPhone with his free hand and surreptitiously began recording.

“The lock,” Ben said again.

Unbelievably, Luke Masterson took off running.

Cavan heard Ben shouting something to him, but he didn’t respond. He wondered what horrors awaited him as he lifted the lock off the hinge, slid back the bolt and prepared to enter the shack. He heard Ben running and realized he’d gone after their suspect. Cavan braced himself as he got the door open and, flashlight in one hand, camera phone activated, began searching the small room. There in the corner sat a huddled creature chained to the wall, shackles on…his feet. It wasn’t a dog. It was a beaten, shivering, shaking, bloodied man. Cavan would never forget how the man tried to make himself smaller. Defenseless. Petrified.

Suddenly, his head came up. His swollen eyes looked right at Cavan.

Holy shit.

“Don’t worry,” the man said. “I’m tame...”

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Gay Mother Goose! Sinders and Ash is Here from Tara Lain

Hi everyone--

I am very excited to be blogging here today to celebrate the release of my first novel for Amber Allure called Sinders and Ash. 

You may have heard that Sinders and Ash is a Cinderella romance. That literally means that the hero is one who has been abused and downtrodden and through his effort, character and charm, eventually prevails in a most amazing way. This Cinderella model made me wonder who wrote the original story and I was amazed to learn something about Charles Perrault. Perrault lived from 1628 to 1703 and was a leading intellectual of his time. He was a man of many talents including architecture, philosophy and, of course, writing. But how amazing that this man of wit and wisdom should have become famous for the book he wrote when he was nearly 70. He called this little collection of eight stories, Tales from Times Past with Morals and the added title, Tales of Mother Goose. He didn’t create these stories entirely. They were familiar myths in his time. But he gave them the literary form that we know today. Amazingly, he not only wrote Cinderella, but also Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood and Puss in Boots along with other stories we don’t know as well. 

Just as Perrault gave familiar stories a new form, I have done the same with Sinders and Ash. It was great fun to take a story model that we all know and see it as a serious, romance with real problems, challenges and obstacles --to create a “fairy godmother” who is much like the amazing people who appear in our lives and change things for the better, to imagine a love between two people of such different backgrounds and values and think about what they have to teach each other. I doubt that Sinders and Ash will still be thrilling people 300 plus years from now, but I sure hope you will enjoy it.  : )

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Excerpt: Sinders and Ash by Tara Lain; MM Contemporary Fantasy

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Work hard, stay anonymous and don’t expect much. That’s resort housekeeper Mark Sintorella’s philosophy of life. After being kicked out of his family home at sixteen for being gay, Mark knows what it takes to survive. But how is he going to stay anonymous when he wants to be recognized as a great fashion designer? And how can he control his expectations when he’s desperately attracted to Ashton Armitage, the son of the fifth richest man in America? If Ash doesn’t find a woman to marry he’s going to lose his inheritance, but he can’t seem to resist the beautiful kid who cleans fireplaces while hiding behind a black cap and heavy glasses. And then this crazy elf of a man, Carstairs Pennymaker, has Mark running around looking like a fashion model wearing gorgeous women’s clothes. The clock strikes twelve and the wedding follows the ball. Two beautiful princesses line up for attention. But one isn’t interested and one isn’t a woman. Who will be the bride? Will the shoe fit? Only his fairy godmother knows for sure.

The hall beyond the door was dim, with only two yellow service lights. Shoot. Ash looked down. He wished he didn’t have on flip-flops. They made a little flapping noise, but he wasn’t brave enough to try this dank corridor barefoot. Still, he felt the need to hurry. Stepping softly, he raced down the hall to where it turned. Sounds. He stopped.

“Ummmph. Get the fuck off. Get away. Quit.”

Ash tore around the corner and saw just what he expected. The big asshole had the kid pushed face first into the wall. He had Sinder’s jeans halfway down his ass and his big, disgusting cock pointed right at it. The bastard. Okay, so fighting didn’t come up that often in the day-to-day life of a billionaire’s son. A couple of paparazzi had gotten a push, but not much more. Still…ten years of off and on martial arts had to be worth something. Don’t warn the asshole.

Step. Thud. Wap. His fist connected with the guy’s jaw. Shit! He forgot how much hitting hurt! But it satisfied his soul to punch that asshole with all his force.

“Ow.” Scary’s head snapped back and he reeled a couple steps away from Sinders. Not down. Damn. Have to hit him again. Ash took a breath and pulled back to strike. The guy raised his fists to block.

Ash saw the moment the ugly dude finally realized whom he was about to hit. His face froze.

You should be afraid.

Scary glanced at his own fists, stepped back farther and, without even tucking his cock in his drawers, turned and ran back up the hall toward the door he had come in. Ash stepped after him. “Keep running, asshole.”

Ash rested his hands on his knees. Hitting a guy for real was different than karate make-believe. It looked so easy in the movies. His hand hurt like hell and the adrenaline made it hard to breathe.

Too quiet. He looked up. Sinders huddled against the wall, one hand holding his pants up at his hip, the other covering his eyes. From a few feet away, Ash could see him shaking.

“Are you okay, kid?”

The head nodded in some roundabout direction that could mean yes or no.

“Hey, you’re okay now.” Ash walked closer to the guy. “He won’t be back and when I’m done with the owner of the hotel, you won’t have to worry about him ever again.”

The boy’s head shook again, but he still huddled by the wall barely dressed. He was terrified. Hell, Ash would have sworn nothing could get that young man down. He stepped closer and put his hand on Sinder’s arm. The boy tensed and started to pull away, stopped and just crumpled like a wet sock. Shit. Ash caught him before he hit the floor and pulled him up into his arms. “Whoa. You don’t want to be on that floor, kid. You don’t know where it’s been.”

Sinders smiled. Just a slight turn of the lips, but it counted. Didn’t stop shaking, though. “It’s okay. I got you.”

“S-sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. That guy was big and ugly. Don’t be afraid anymore.”

“N-not him. Before him. Can’t talk about it.” Sinders kind of burrowed into Ash’s arms, making little hiccupping sounds, his body shaking like the proverbial leaf. Okay, that felt interesting. Ash tightened his arms. The kid was tall, but Ash was taller, so Sinders could push his face into the crook of Ash’s neck like he was hiding from the bogeyman.

Not too experienced at the comfort thing, Ash rubbed a hand up the man’s back. God, he was lean, hard and supple. Really different from any feel he’d ever had under his hands before.

The shaking seemed to slow a little. The sounds softened. Ash just kept stroking.

Good. Seemed to be working. The boy’s breath misted warm on his neck. Quieter. Quiet. Still.

Sinder’s head pulled out from Ash’s neck. Ash gazed down at that silly cap, then the kid slowly looked up at him. Somewhere, those ugly glasses had been knocked askew and all Ash saw were eyes so deep they’d swallow mastodons and preserve them for a thousand years. Hold. Gaze.

He felt the kid’s chest expand against his own. Sinder’s arm twitched, then slowly his hand snaked up behind Ash’s neck. The fingers were rough, calloused and they circled gently on Ash’s skin. More goose bumps. Nice this time. For an instant, Sinders froze, hand pressed, but not decided. He made this little noise. Ohhh. The fingers slipped into Ash’s hair and tightened. Slow motion. It probably took a half second, but Ash felt like he saw every detail of the boy’s pretty mouth— pink, pouting, trembling—getting closer until his face blocked out Ash’s sight and wild heat attacked his lips. Crap. Hot. Soft. How did this happen?

The kid’s fingers dug into his hair and his soft tongue pressed against Ash’s startled lips. Oh God, open. Ash’s lips parted on their own. Invasion of sweetness. Like his birthday. Sinder’s tongue pressed its advantage and took possession of the field. Did that moan he heard came from his own throat?

His hands gripped Sinder’s lean hips, where the unfastened jeans were nearly falling down again. Closer. Come closer. Ash dragged him tight against his own straining erection. What was he doing? He didn’t know. Too sweet, too hot to think. Sinders ate at his mouth, like a starving man, making soft, mewling noises. Ash pressed his body against the boy, pushing him back against the wall.

It was like an alarm went off. When Sinders hit that wall, his head flipped up, and Ash looked into wide, startled dark eyes.

“Shit, no. What am I… I’m so sorry. Oh God, please forgive me. I’m so sorry.”

The kid grabbed his sagging jeans, made a wailing sound and ran down the hall.

Ash gasped for breath. His cock strained against his shorts like a pole in a circus tent. What the fuck had just happened?

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