Lexi DeHalo!

We've got Lexi DeHalo back today to talk about her latest release!

Lexi DeHalo lived in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina until she left for college to study Chemistry and Forensic Science. Despite her love for science, Lexi’s heart has always belonged to the arts. So, after moving to the big city, she decided to pursue her creativity by writing hot stories about hot men who love other hot men.

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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex toys, HEA]

Charlie Throne never expected fate to pair him with a feisty Halfling who has a penchant for attracting trouble, but something about Xander captivates Charlie and he knows they were made for each other. Convincing the Halfling of this, however, is much harder than Charlie had originally thought.

Xander Wilde is a Halfling who has spent his life searching for a way to harness the power of the Resurrection Stone. But so far, the stone is proving to be more of a curse than a blessing as hits on his life from those that seek the stone’s power become more frequent. When a shifter comes to his rescue and agrees to help him, Xander is tempted by the dark promises that resonate inside Charlie’s soul and finds it impossible to resist the wolf’s charms.

But what price will the Halfling have to pay in order to have his happily ever after? Could surrendering his heart mean losing everything he’s ever known?

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Excerpt

Xander fumbled with his keys. His heart was racing, and his hands were shaking.

God, what’s wrong with me?

He glanced at the man standing by his side, and he could’ve sworn he felt his heart skip a beat.

Could he be the reason I’m so nervous?

He managed to find the right key and jammed it into the hole. Unlocking the door, he turned to face the man standing next to him. He didn’t dare meet his gaze.

“Well, you have officially walked me home so…” Xander wasn’t sure of what else to say. “I’ll see you later” felt a bit too contrived, especially since Xander knew it was only a lie. As soon as he was alone, Xander planned on packing his bags and leaving town.

“I didn’t catch your name,” the man said in a deep tone that sent a shiver down Xander’s spine.

“Xander. Xander Wilde.” He gnawed on the bottom of his lip, avoiding those piercing golden eyes.

“I’m Charlie Throne. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Charlie leaned against his doorframe as he ran a hand through his dark chestnut-brown hair.

Xander couldn’t help but notice him. Charlie had an exotic look about him with his dark golden eyes staring back at Xander through thick lashes and a square jaw line that framed his perfectly chiseled face. He was the embodiment of sex and Xander yearned for a taste. He felt his cheeks redden, and averted his gaze from the large shifter.

Xander could feel Charlie’s eyes on him, examining every inch, and he suddenly felt self-conscious about his outfit of choice for the day.

This was stupid, he chided himself.

Xander wasn’t usually one to let another man get him so worked up. Hell, he’d never really been attracted to anyone before now, and he was beginning to hate the butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he stood there awkwardly. This was not the time to be crushing on some random dude.

Xander cleared his throat. “Well, it was nice to meet you, too, but I’ve got work to do.”

He pushed open the door, but hesitated. Something about the way Charlie was staring at him almost made him want to pull the man inside and ravish him, but what little self-control he had left wouldn’t let him.

What the hell is happening to me?

This kind of instant attraction was new to Xander. His body ached with desire. He was dying to know what it would feel like to have this massive man’s hands all over him and his cock jumped at the thought. Xander had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“I mean, if you don’t mind,” Charlie finished, bringing Xander out of his thoughts. Xander blinked a couple of times as he met Charlie’s gaze. Had he been talking this whole time?

Xander tried to recall what he’d been saying, but it was useless.

Get ahold of yourself, Xander. He’s just some man. Besides, after today you probably won’t see him again.

That thought struck a chord with him, and Xander realized that the idea of never seeing Charlie again pained a small part of him. This was completely irrational and illogical. He’d just met the guy, for crying out loud.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Xander asked, finding his voice once again.

Charlie’s furrowed brows showed his irritation. “I asked you if you would like to go to dinner with me tonight at that tavern across the street.”

Charlie pointed to one of Xander’s favorite places.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” He spoke the words before he had time to think about them.

Christ, did I really just agree to going on a date with him?

The logical part of Xander wanted to tell Charlie that he couldn’t, that he was leaving town and this whole thing was pointless. But he just couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on Charlie’s face, not when he looked so excited.

Charlie’s grin widened. “All right, I’ll be here in a couple of hours to pick you up. Then we can walk over together.”

Before Xander had a chance to say anything else, Charlie turned on his heels and headed down the sidewalk. He paused only for a brief second to look over his shoulder and wave at Xander.

Xander watched as that fine ass disappeared around the corner out of his sight for good. Sighing, he pushed open the door to his place and stepped inside. What he wouldn’t give to be normal right now, but the truth of the matter was, Xander was far from normal. He had no family, he belonged to no pack, and if Charlie really knew the truth about why things hunted him, there was no chance in hell he’d stick around. Xander wouldn’t want him to. Charlie seemed like a nice guy, and that was the problem. The last thing Xander wanted was a guy like Charlie getting mixed up in his mess.

He walked into the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. Stepping into the warm shower, Xander felt the instantaneous relief. He enjoyed the feel of the water beating against his aching muscles as he rubbed the soreness out of his neck from where the vampire’s meaty hand had tried to squeeze the life out of him. He could tell just by the sensitivity that it was going to leave another nasty bruise.

Xander closed his eyes and let his thoughts carry him away to another time and place. Maybe if things had been different, he might have actually been able to go on a date with a guy like Charlie instead of fleeing town before he showed to pick him up. Maybe then he’d know what it felt like to get lost in another person until nothing else mattered. He tried to picture it, how it would feel if he ran his hands along those hard muscular plains…touching him…kissing him…fucking him.

“Shit,” Xander cursed aloud as he wrapped his hand around his hard dick. His thumb swirled the mushroom-shaped head, and he imagined it was Charlie touching him. God, what he wouldn’t give to have that man for just one night.

Forbes Arnone

Please welcome Forbes Arnon and her book, In My Mother's Footsteps.

In My Mother's Footsteps

Anela Alborn’s life is a lie. After growing up without the love of a father, her mother reveals his identity. Tragedy strikes and she sets off on an adventure that leads to more than she could ever imagine. Bumping into Christian Sivers distracts her from the real man of her dreams, her father. Will he live up to her dreams? And does she follow in her mother’s footsteps?

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Forbes Arnone's love of travel began when she traveled to the West Coast to visit her father at the age of three. Her home until she was sixteen was a small coastal town near Boston. She currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons, and two dogs.

Her lifelong love for reading and writing was put aside for many years while she made her way in the world and nurtured her young family. Even though she is older, and life never seems to settle, she's finding her way while attending college full-time in pursuit of a B.A. in English Literature. She also runs a business, and is still caring for her family. Believing she can do it all, with the help of her family, she worked on her first novel during the late hours of the night while balancing the rest of her life during the day. Her hard work paid off, as her first novel, My Mr. Manny, will be published August 2013.

Jessica E. Subject!

Never Gonna Desert You

The Underground #2

By Jessica E. Subject

Erotic Lesbian Sci-Fi/Dystopian Romance

ISBN: 978-1613335468

Determined to find and bring back her girlfriend, Brook enlists in the next mission to the foreign planet, Airondelle. But the deception at Planet Core continues, and Brook doesn't realize the depth of her father's involvement until he orders her terminated. Struggling to stay alive, she quickly learns nothing is as she believed. 

Will she ever find Melina? Or will Brook be stuck light years from home, alone, and with a fierce predator hunting her down?

Available June 25 from Decadent Publishing and other eBook retailers.

Searching for the one she loves…

Hi Calla, thanks so much for joining us today. I know you’re about to leave on your mission to the planet Airondelle, so I’ll just take a little of your time. To start, please tell us a bit about yourself.

Calla [sits in her chair, her foot bouncing]: I’m a biologist for Planet Core. I help to create new life, hybrids.

Can you tell us about Melina?

Calla: Melina? She was my girlfriend, the one I loved. And now she’s dead.

Yet, you’re going on this mission, to the same place where the predator attacked and killed her?

Calla: Yes, they need a biologist on the mission, and I’m the only one sufficiently trained.

Aren’t you worried about the fate of everyone on the mission?

Calla [sitting forward, her jaw clenched]: Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?

Calla, I’m going to be honest with you. I know Melina is still alive. I know about the letter.

Calla [eyes wide]: Please don’t tell anyone. If my father finds out, I’ll never have the chance to find her, to bring her back.

I promise. Now, about Melina… What was your thought when you first met her?

Calla: I hated her. I thought she was fucking my boyfriend. Then I learned the truth. And she was there when I needed a friend.

What is your favorite thing about her?

Calla: She’s very selfless, always thinking of others before herself.

What is your greatest fear?

Calla: That I won’t be able to find her, or that she won’t be able to return with me. I…I’ve really got to go. I can’t be late for the mission.

Okay. Thank you for visiting with us today! I wish you all the best in locating Melina.

Calla: Thank you. Remember, don’t tell a soul.

Excerpt

“Let’s go, Malock.” Jager raised his eyebrows. “Or did you change your mind?”

She stood and released a deep breath. Even with her trepidation, she refused to back out now. Melina waited for her. “No, I’m looking forward to seeing Airondelle for myself.”

Brook spun away and rushed to catch up with her comrades. If she revealed her plans, she’d be stopped before she could find her lover. She would have to hide Melina right under their noses to bring her home. She pushed her shoulders back. I can do this. I have to.

The all-terrain vehicles sat loaded with equipment for the mission in front of the swirling mass of the portal. Her father certainly wasn’t wasting any time getting a team back to Airondelle. Crewmembers already filled the first vehicle, so she hopped into the back of the second.

Jager passed around everyone’s mission directives then shoved in on her left. Thank goodness he was the last to load. With his bulk, he occupied both of the remaining seats.

Before she had time to read her personal orders, they proceeded into the portal. She passed through the spinning matter, her body pulled and stretched in every direction. Unknown forces pushed on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She gripped the seat, hoping she wouldn’t get pulled out. But the awkwardness didn’t last long. The transporter room light years away, clean, fresh air poured into her lungs. The alien vegetation of the foreign planet lined the rough dirt road they traveled. She yearned to explore the flora and fauna on a more intimate level. And she would, after setting up camp.

She opened the folder with her mission directive inside. Instead of the stack of papers detailing what Planet Core expected of her, she found a single sheet.

Her father’s handwriting scrawled across the page. You can never know the truth.

Hard, cold steel pressed against her temple. A gun. Her breath caught. What the hell is going on? She grabbed her knapsack and launched out of the vehicle.

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Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

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Angelina Sparrow!

Let's give a warm welcome to Angelina Sparrow as she tells us about her newest release with Gabriel Belthir, Heart's Bounty.

We all know I have a soft spot for well rounded LGBT romance and Sci-Fi!

Hunting is a young man’s game and Miho is well suited to it. He is a product of centuries of selective breeding, making him human-plus. He has a reputation for finding his quarry. But he doesn’t expect to find an older man at the Tag Board looking for work of his own.

Hevik was outlawed and banished from his homeworld, and now lives a solitary life hunting small-time criminals among the planets. A pretty boy with hair as dark as deep space makes him reconsider that lifestyle.

As the fates keep throwing them together while they pursue the same bounty, both of them discover depths about themselves, and about their lust and need for each other, that makes chasing their quarry all the more dangerous.

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Big galaxy, lots of sex.

When writing same-sex romance, an author has to both serve the story and appease the readers. The world isn't made up of nothing but gay men living in an all-male environment, despite what the occasional reader might demand. “No females in my fiction!” was the rudest I had seen, and seldom applies to any of my books. Women exist in the world, as do female-bodied men and FTM. Most readers will tolerate female characters, but not in sexual situations. Some are more generous and tolerate women having sex, as long as it doesn't involve our heroes.

Heart's Bounty is the first story in a long time I've written where the characters were either actively bisexual or just not picky. Miho prefers boys, but has been known to put himself into sexual situations with women. At one point, he and a male sometimes-lover wander back to bed, where a couple of female-bodied friends (who may or may not identify as women, it wasn't important to the story) are already making out. The implication is that the bed is big enough for all four and nobody much cares as long as orgasms are had by all.

In the excerpt attached, Hevik dances with a woman in a club, showing off very sexily, before he approaches Miho for a dance. Hevik also has an ex-wife and a teen-age daughter. His brother implies in a conversation that Hevik leans strongly toward women and Miho is an unusual choice of partner.

During a scene at an orgy, our heroes walk past an opposite sex couple having sex, under the direction of a master, they watch a lesbian bondage scene and a gay knifeplay scene. They deal with the Carson Sisters, professional dominatrices who top men and women equally. We see Miho's parents, a married couple. We meet an engaged couple undergoing a rite of passage. There is a lot of heterosexuality happening around them, but the focus is on Miho and Hevik.

So basically, this is a heads up to readers: when the publisher says “scenes of m/f, f/f, threesomes and moresomes” the first two are literal scenes, things seen by our heroes in passing. They aren't involved in those. The threesome is much more fun, as our neophyte Hevik is taught the best ways to top his beautiful boy by an old and very skilled friend.

Welcome to the big galaxy. Stay and play. We'll have a lot of fun.

Where to find me

I am valarltd on LiveJournal, Pinterest and FetLife

I am Angelia Sparrow on Facebook and Google+

My website is http://www.brooksandsparrow.com

My blog is angelsparrow.blogspot.com

My small press, open to submissions, is http://www.inkstainedsuccubus.com and blogs at inkstainedsuccubus.blogspot.com

Thanks for having me!

Excerpt

Orange and red dominated the decor while dancers moved on ground and in air on the multi-gee dance floor. Hevik ordered a shot of the local whiskey and watched the young people dance.

He’d get out there himself soon enough. He sipped the alcohol, feeling the fire of it warm his chest, washing away the last of the tension from the trip. There were a lot of pretty folks here tonight. He was sure he could find someone to enjoy. They swirled and leapt, some achieving a hovering lift in the low-gee sections, designated by blue and green lights, while others stomped and lumbered in the heavier parts, which were lit red and orange.

A flash of black hair tumbled through the low-gee section, in the midst of a group of dancers, dark amid all the colorful clothing, the blue lights lending it rare highlights. It caught his eye and he remembered the pretty kid who was also on the job. Nah, couldn’t be him.

He watched the group of dancers, males and females, gyrating as the song wound down. The next one started, a heavier beat to it, and a low, groaning chorus that sounded as though the singer were having an orgasm as he sang.

Hevik finished his drink and made his way across the dance floor to the low-gee section and the knot of dancing kids. He took care to move and turn and twist, dancing his way over. He got a better look. By all the stars, it was the kid.

Hevik watched him dance as if he were the hottest thing on the floor. Apparently more than a few of his friends thought so too because he was carrying a tail of admirers like a comet. Hevik watched as he stretched up to kiss a pretty girl and then tumbled to hang upside down and kiss a lovely boy. Time to show this kid how a man did things.

Hevik caught the hand of one of the girls and pulled her close to dance with him a minute. He did a good job keeping the beat and enticed her into some showier moves, spinning her into a few twirls and a swing ending in a dip. She laughed and spun into his arms to let him grind against her to the orgasmic chorus as she faked—at least he thought she faked—a dozen orgasms in time to the moans.

By the time the next song started, Hevik had worked his way to Miho. He realized his erection was completely obvious as he reached out and grabbed Miho’s shirtfront.

“This one’s mine, boy,” he said as the music went into a classic call-and-response chase song. Around the floor, couples and groups faced off, ready for the old-fashioned dance.

Miho’s eyebrows rose as the newly coiffed version of Hevik took the place of a beautiful man he’d been dancing with. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes looking around for his coterie, who didn’t seem to be noticing. “Aren’t you a little old for this kind of party? The folk-dancing club’s down the street. If you would put your spectacles on, you might not have missed it.” The music began as they bowed to each other, too late to pull out of the song.

“Folk dancing ain’t my style, kiddo,” Hevik shot back. “This is.”

“Sure you wouldn’t prefer one of my friends?” Miho gestured to the girl Hevik had just been dancing with, who was now practically cuddling between a squat, heavy-gee brunette girl, who bounded around the dance floor, and her willowy low-gee blond boyfriend, who stood in one place and shimmied, looking exhausted early in the evening. The boy dragged himself off the floor to sit in a lower-gee part of the bar and breathe from a vapor tube.

“Just you.” Hevik lunged in, taking the aggressor’s role in the hunt.

Miho took three steps to the left, as did every other prey dancer.

They kept to the old forms, not varying from the classic dance. But Hevik tried to make each move a showcase of how much he wanted Miho, every attack an expression of desire and every failed capture a heartbreak. Pretty soon he became aware that a lot of people weren’t dancing anymore, just watching the two of them. Miho had gotten into the spirit of the dance and turned every dodge into a taunt and every evasion into a flirtation.

At the end of the song, the hunter caught his prey, Hevik wrapped Miho in his arms and they danced the last chorus together, as every other couple on the floor did. When the music stopped, Hevik turned Miho in his arms and yanked him in for a kiss.

He tasted the kid’s lips, but Miho didn’t open and melt for him, remaining instead all fire and defiance. He twined his fist in the ponytail and yanked Miho’s head back to feast on his throat. Miho pressed closer against him and thrust against Hevik’s belly even as his hands balled into fists.

Hevik chuckled and kept hold of the ponytail and one arm. “Come with me,” he said in Miho’s ear. “I’ll fix your little trouser problem.”