Retreat From Love

Come Celebrate a Deliciously Decadent December with Ellora’s Cave Author, Samantha Kane.


RETREAT FROM LOVE (Brothers In Arms)

Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Genre: Historical/menage, gay, Regency
ISBN: 9781419919428*
*Release Date: 12/17/08
Length: Plus Novel

Price: $7.99

Blurb:

Brothers In Arms Book Five

A man with everything except his heart's desire. Frederick Thorne, Duke of Ashland, has been in love with Brett Haversham for years. If the only way to have him is to give him what he wants Freddy will share him, in bed and out, with the woman Brett loves. The woman who was Freddy's first love.

A man sacrificing everything for the past. Brett Haversham is in love with two people he's sworn never to touch. But his desires prove to be stronger than his resolve when they both set out to seduce him--together. The incredible sex they share overwhelms him.

A woman with nothing left to lose. Anne Goode lost her fiance Bertie in the war. Now his younger brother Freddy is back, all grown up into the handsome and powerful duke. And he's brought Bertie's best friend Brett with him. Lonely and already
ruined, Anne can't resist taking both of them as her lovers. Is the uncontrollable desire between the three enough to heal the wounds of the past and overcome the problems of the present? They must accept love rather than retreat from it.

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More December Decadence

Greek Temptation by L.A. Day

Publisher: Ellora's Cave
ISBN eBook: 9781419917431
Genre: Exotika, Menage, M/M/F
Length: Quickie
Release Date: December 12, 2008


Blurb:
Lykaios Diotrephes owns the ruin and invites her to stay at his villa. He's tall, dark and gorgeous and just a glance sends shivers down her spine.

Mate with me or die.

Lykaios is alpha and with only one day left until the Herangetta mating ritual, he must convince Samantha to mate with him and Arcas—a younger male, as beautiful as Lykaios, who is his second, his lover. He knows that if she doesn't, she'll die. How do you convince someone to believe in lycan customs if they don't believe in lycans? Lykaios and Arcas set out to seduce Samantha. She must accept them both…for life.

Reader Advisory: This book contains male/male sex and a public sex scene.



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Heroes in LA Day's books tend to be Alpha Males. What you like or dislike about Alpha Males?

Crimson Prey by Aubrey Ross

Come Celebrate a Deliciously Decadent December with Ellora’s Cave Author Aubrey Ross.



Crimson Prey by Aubrey Ross
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
ISBN eBook: 9781419918926
Genre: Vampire
Length: Novella
Release Date: December 5, 2008


Blurb:
Loved the characters, the heat and the thought of an enthralling hero sinking his teeth into your neck in Crimson Thrall? Then get set for more passion, more intensity and a bigger bite!

Six centuries have passed since a treacherous enemy wrested Antonio’s love from his bed. He was outmatched and overpowered before, but nothing will keep him from claiming Serafina now—not even Serafina herself. Wild with hunger and a soul-deep longing, he declares a Bride Hunt, an ancient ritual most vampires abandoned centuries before.

Serafina endured a loveless marriage for the sake of her sisters. Now her husband’s death has freed her to think of her own happiness. Before she can decide how to flex her independence, she’s being hunted by a domineering, if utterly desirable, vampire bent on binding her soul to his. Antonio awakens sensations and ignites responses she never experienced with her husband, but is physical pleasure reason enough to spend eternity at his side?

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Deliciously Decadent December, Post 1

Come Celebrate a Deliciously Decadent December with Ellora’s Cave Authors Cheryl Dragon and Amy Ruttan. Wanna find out where the Deliciously Decadent December authors will be next? Join our yahoo! group for updates and chances to win copies of our latest releases. Click here to join.




Quintupled by Cheryl Dragon
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
ISBN eBook: 9781419914676
Genre: Paranormal Ménage Erotica
Length: Novella
Release Date: December 3, 2008

Organic witch Serena Troy is used to having all sorts of wild sex in her job as a senior agent in the Sexual Misconduct Division of the Supernatural Enforcement Agency. But when her trainee Josh splits into five individuals, each with a different insatiable kink, she has to track them all down and reunite them before he ends up dead or irrevocably altered.

Organic witch Serena Troy is used to having all sorts of wild sex in her job as a senior agent in the Sexual Misconduct Division of the Supernatural Enforcement Agency. But when her trainee Josh splits into five individuals, each with a different insatiable kink, she has to track them all down and reunite them before he ends up dead or irrevocably altered.But even this free-spirited organic has her own taboos, and Serena has to face hers to save Josh. From werewolf orgies to vampire blood banquets and caveman retreats, she sees—and engages in—more sex in one day than most people have in a decade. It’s a kinky job, but someone has to do it.

Organic witch Serena Troy is used to having all sorts of wild sex in her job as a senior agent in the Sexual Misconduct Division of the Supernatural Enforcement Agency. But when her trainee Josh splits into five individuals, each with a different insatiable kink, she has to track them all down and reunite them before he ends up dead or irrevocably altered.But even this free-spirited organic has her own taboos, and Serena has to face hers to save Josh. From werewolf orgies to vampire blood banquets and caveman retreats, she sees—and engages in—more sex in one day than most people have in a decade. It’s a kinky job, but someone has to do it.

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Rain God by Amy Ruttan
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Genre: Sci-Fi/Futuristic Erotic Romance
Length: Quickie
Release Date: December 3
A thousand years in the future there is no water on Earth and the Interstellar Space Organization is finding a way to bring it back, but the Hazoor faction is intent on stopping them. On a mission to the dead planet, sexy Commander Shana Kelley discovers a mysterious cavern and a turquoise stone. Not what it seems, the stone contains an ancient rain god who claims he can make the water come, but on one condition, she must come first, mating with him deep inside the cavern. Shana gives in to all her erotic desires, letting T’koh, the sensual rain god, show her the power of water over life.

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November Contest

The November Contest is a Photo Scavenger Hunt.

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Leave a comment on the livejournal post to win either a complete set of Gay Christmas Werewolf Stories or an alternate prize if you have them all.

A winner will be drawn randomly on Dec 6, from all the correct answers.

My first Ellora's Cave Print release

Better late than never!
My halloween story, "Raising the Dead," is included in this print collection from Ellora's Cave.
Click cover to see more, but be warned, it's heavy BDSM.

And isn't the cover HOT? So much sexier than Corey, my 80's reject, on the original, whose head was pasted on, yay.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch

You know that Steampunk Lesbian vs. Zombies thing I've been talking about for about a year and a half, if not two?

Yeah, it's available.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch

Catherine McAllister didn't expect to be widowed in Indian Territory, her husband dead in a freak accident. When her neighbor and best friend Amanda is left alone as well, the women move in together. Soon, they find friendship was the least of it, and settle in as a married couple to make a go of their joint homestead.

When zombies begin devouring their livestock, they treat the invaders like any other predator. Aided by Amanda's mother-in-law, Half-Moon, Catherine leads the local homesteaders in defense of all their wives and children.

Excerpt: MIskatonic Mistletoe

This is the fourth in my Gay Christmas Werewolves series.
Available here

It is thirteen miles by interstate from the insane asylum in Danvers to Route 113, which takes the traveler into the ancient city of Newburyport. The old coast road through Innsmouth, Rowley and Ispwich is longer, older and much narrower. The sprawling Boston metroplex sends out squamous suburbs, growths that threaten to swallow the whole of the state. Already, the twisting streets and oddly uniform houses creep down Highway One to Providence and up Route Three to Nashua. The world seems very small and urban and hardly the place for fear and the unnameable. The Space Age and Information Age have both come and gone.

So, of course, no one would have believed the two older men who stepped out of the little Ford wagon, on this gorgeous spring morning of the Lower Miskatonic Valley, were anything other than human.

“I don’t like it, elf,” Corin Faw growled at his half-Sidhe mate as he looked up and down the street of Arkham Massachusettes. “It smells wrong. All kinds of wrong.” He sniffed again. Under the smells of spring melt and damp earth, under tulips and hyacinth and green leaves and pear blossoms, he scented decay and death and something that whispered of seas and stars and things best left undisturbed at the bottom of them.

Cian O’Brian came around the car to his mate. “Arȗn, my own sweet wolf, it is wrong. There is ancient evil here. Here is where we are needed.”

“Aye,” Corin growled, his nose still twitching. He unlocked the hatch. “We’re to fight evil from a tea shop. And not just a tea shop, but Miska-Tonics Tea and Herb Shoppe.” He pronounced the extra p and e with scorn.

Still, he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with the two-story frame building whose gambrel roof, butted back against a hill, almost to the point where a person could climb the hill and right onto the roof. The colorful sign on the veranda, the daffodils and hyacinth dancing in the flowerbed and the lace curtains in the windows gave the place a cheerful air, even if it did look a bit like that place in Amityville which was on the market suspiciously cheaply. The spring woods, just showing the first yellow-green leaves, came right to the back door.

“Love, you know the Sight is not always clear. It took us to Memphis for Danior and now it brings us here. Take what comes.”

Corin growled again. The bites and wounds he had taken last fall in Memphis, in futile defense of Danior and his pack from the ravening power-thirst of Danior’s uncle Zoltan, still ached on damp days. He was not a young wolf any more. He got the bags from the car, making sure Cian saw the bite-scar on his arm from Zoltan’s teeth. “Not playin’ fairy godfather to pair of pups again, I’m not.” His brogue thickened, as it always did when he was irritable.

Cian laughed at him and lifted a portfolio of papers from the front seat. “Of course not. And you didn’t instigate the last game of Tail-Chase with them either.”

“Yer in trouble, elf,” he snorted.

Cian gave his most charming smile and Corin felt the faintest tingle of sidhe magic at the edges of it. “Have I told you I love you recently?”

“Ah, you'll not get out of this with your flattering fae tongue, O'Brian.” Corin set the bags down at the foot of the stairs. “More stairs. You couldn't find a place with the apartment in the back? Just how good do you think my knees are in my old age?”

Cian laughed and ruffled Corin's grizzled hair. He set down the last box of fragile knick-knacks and picked up his suitcase. “I'll make sure the next one has living quarters adjoining, Corin darling.” He caught the glance Corin shot the bed when they reached the loft apartment and laughed again as he put his suitcase in closet. “And shall we break the house in proper? Or at least the bedroom?”

Corin growled low in his throat and set the last boxes down. “Insatiable fae,” he rumbled. He caught Cian and pressed him to the covers. It was the new moon, so he was at his most human, with no threat of the wolf. Despite this, he did love pouncing.

“Aye, always, love.” Cian drew him down for a kiss, his hands in Corin's thick, graying hair.

An interview!

Alyssa Brooks has interviewed Nick Boyd, of Nikolai at her Slip Between the Sheet blog. Go and enjoy.

Serpents

From Shifting Back, an anthology of historical shifters.

Available here


Of all the djinn in all the deserts of Arabia, Arqam was the most curious. He never passed a human dwelling, as he rode the night winds, without stopping to peer inside. He never passed a chest or jar, but he had to peek within.

All the elder djinn said he would come to bad end and it was his grandmother's human blood making him such trouble. None of them were surprised the day he was taken.

Arqam had ventured far to the east, leaving behind the sand and oases of his native Arabia, into the lush jungles of India, where the foreign white men ruled the local people. He listened to the clipped accents of the English, the soft music of the Indians. He peered into bungalows and huts, disregarding the privacy of Her Royal Majesty's Major General and the lowest of the pariahs with equal aplomb.

He watched the brown women in their colorful saris and the pale ones covered and corseted and fainting in the heat. He watched the men as they worked. In time, he grew sleepy and made a hammock of vines near the outskirts of a small village.

As he lolled in the steaming night, a distant cousin found him. “Arqam,” it hissed, its low guttural voice making him uneasy.

“Yes?” He peered over the edge of the hammock and saw what had addressed him. Although ghuls were a sort of djinn, Arqam's people had little contact with them. They served Iblis and haunted the graveyards. His folk lived invisible in the air. Arqam looked around but saw no graves. “May I help you, cousin?”

“I am Shahib, the fire that consumes the dead. Why do you wander so far away? No mind, all have heard of Arqam, how he sticks his long beautiful nose into every house and everyone's business.” The ferocious little grey thing crouched beneath his hammock. “I'd check your curiosity soon enough, pretty cousin.” Shahib's laugh was ugly and he batted at the hammock.

Arqam did not move from the hammock. As long as he stayed within, the protective spells would not let Shahib touch him. Shahib tried again, and the breeze of his hand's passage disturbed Arqam. Arqam looked down at the hideous creature, grey and snarling beneath him, its corded arms too long, like a hyena's front legs.

“Leave, Shahib. Follow the vultures and find some carrion. You do not feast upon djinn this night.” Arqam rolled over and pretended to sleep.

From below him, he heard the evil chuckling of the ghul. “A pity. It is said the djinn know more of congress than even the sensualists of India. But I do not tempt you, my pretty cousin.”

Arqam feigned sleep. He felt the hammock quake where Shahib shook one tree as he departed. But he remained safe, and in time, he fell asleep.