GGR Presents~Gregory Jonathan Scott's Take To The Sky Book Blog Tour & Giveaway!

Hi and welcome to For Whom The Books Toll. Today I'm hosting Gregory Jonathan Scott's Take To The Sky Book Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by GGR Promo Group.

Title: Take To The Sky
Author: Gregory Jonathan Scott
Publisher: Gregory Jonathan Scott
Genre: Gay Romance/Fantasy/Suspense/Erotic
Book Length: 257 pages

Blurb:
 An angelic romance that’s Powerful, Suspenseful, Sexy, Uniquely Erotic, and Romantic
    
In a secret Michigan Laboratory, an experiment developed a superior creation that was anticipated but not expected.
He was the ultimate conception, a core life-being merged with avian. He was born with a gift, a rare one; the ability to fly.  
    
His wings instinctively brought out the urge in him to fly, and Kellan's need to be free became his obsession.
    
When the dark, swirling clouds loomed one night, Kellan abandoned the place he had called home, taking to the sky in search of his freedom and to seal his heart that seemed incomplete.
    
Because Kellan's secret was too great for anyone outside the institute to know about, TC unleashed genetically altered Maniacs to bring him back.
    
Through independence, his amazing reality brought riveting adventures to a man he found and couldn't seem to live without. They get tangled with hair-raising suspense that adds heart-pounding tension to every attempt they make at living their unique affair. They faced uncertainty so
hectic that staying together was the least of their challenges, and it caused many of their bouts with passion to spiral in and out of chaos.
    
Along their frenzied path to survive, hidden secrets surface about Kellan, prompting each move they make in order to truly set him free.
    
Could Kellan's one true love and passion to fly be the death of him?
    
It's a magnificently inventive adventure of menace, romance, and extreme erotic pleasures.

Buy Links:
Amazon US: Take To The Sky
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Excerpt
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Kellan said. “I only wanted your first flight to be memorable. Next time I’ll  go easy on you.”

“Ppphh! Next time?” Neil spat and started to walk away. “I don’t think so, there isn’t going to be a next time.”

“Get over here.” Still chuckling in a playful manner, Kellan reached for Neil’s wrist and  tugged. “Yes there will be, and I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

Neil jerked and spun into Kellan’s arms, hitting his chest hard. It seemed warmer this time and what Neil liked most of all was when Kellan wrapped his feathery wings around him for that added hug. And then there was the kiss. Another beautiful kiss that transported them to a world of their own and just like before, it was perfect.

Hardly a minute had passed when the thrill of the other’s touch set off definite arousal inside both their jeans that fought like hell to bust loose and connect in a way that only two men could. 

Neil brought his hands to Kellan’s bare chest and stroked it. If he wasn’t mistaken, his chest wasn’t as smooth as it was before, maybe superfine feathers like the downy growth found on a newborn bird. It was shadow black where they were at and the darkness kept Neil from being able to tell for sure, but his exploring hands that roamed Kellan’s chest made him grow much harder than he was just seconds ago.

The low moans that came out of Kellan told Neil that whatever was happening between them needed to continue. When he felt Kellan’s tongue push between his teeth, he took that as proof that the angel wanted more of him. 

Was it a good thing or a bad idea?   

The night air was still, too still, almost peculiar enough to be a bad sign. It was like the calm before an approaching storm. 

Neil longed for more of Kellan, but wasn’t sure it was the best thing for them to do. The idea of getting wrapped up with an angel who just escaped a top-secret government facility might not be a good one. He desperately tried to put his mind elsewhere, anywhere but on the man he was kissing. Anywhere in the universe would do fine, but the thought change wasn’t working to save his ass – he was hooked.

Gregory Jonathan Scott was born and raised in Grand Rapids, Michigan where he met and shared a life with Scott that began just out of high school. Meeting by chance in Grand Rapids before relocating to South Florida where they live now with their lovable Shetland sheepdog and a sweet stray cat that showed up one day and decided to make their house a home. As a child, Gregory was always told he had a creative imagination and the artistic ability to turn a blank canvas into a beautiful work of art. Shortly after high school graduation, and together with his true love Scott, discovered the thrill of pottery and ceramic art. Here is where they opened a business for ceramists that quickly exploded before their eyes as the number one location for any hobbyist, storefront and scholastic industry looking for supplies related to ceramics and pottery. During this time, Gregory was approached by art magazines to write short articles and educational columns pertaining to the ceramic artistry. Captivating readers by his writing style grew fast, which ignited his desire to express himself further. From there, it began. Finding a love for writing, alongside his artistic hand, gave him inspiration to design and write this M/M romance Novel. Gregory and Scott are still together and are currently enjoying home life in South Florida.

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Giveaway:
Grand Prize (US Only):  Kindle Fire HD 6 Tablet and a Signed Paperback Copy of, Take To the Sky

First Prize:  E-copies of Take To The Sky, The Plantation Affair and Heartbreak Beat.

Second Prize:  E copy of Take To The Sky

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GGR Presents~ Jack Byrne's Dingo Run Book Blog Tour & Giveaway!!

Hi and welcome to For Whom The Books Toll. Today I'm hosting Jack Byrne's Dingo Run Book Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by GGR Promo Group.

Title: Dingo Run
Author: Jack Byrne
Series: Bushrangers Book Three
Genre: Gay Romance, Western/Cowboy, Historical
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Length: 60 pages

Blurb:
New South Wales, Australia, 1876. As captured outlaws, Jim Kelly and Mark Turner face the gallows. Help comes from an unexpected quarter, but their hasty escape goes wrong and now Jim's life hangs by a thread. Mark is driven by desperation to form an alliance with an infamous bushranger who may hold clues to his mysterious past. But as Jim and Mark’s relationship intensifies, it is also tested. Their secret is discovered, tempers fray, and jealousy flares.


Buy Links:
Amazon US: Dingo Run (Bushrangers Book 3)
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Excerpt:

hen Jim’s arms were around his neck, and Jim pulled him into a deep kiss. Mark surrendered to the kiss, careful because he could still feel the remnants of the fever in Jim’s hot lips and slightly uncoordinated movements.

He laid Jim back on the swag, kissing him so softly that Jim whispered, “I’m not going to break, you know.”

“I know.” Mark carefully removed Jim’s shirt and pants, then stripped him completely, kissing him all the while.

He stopped for a moment to undress himself, spared the horses and the cave entrance a glance, and then returned to kissing Jim. Dan wouldn’t be back for hours. 

Silently he pressed kisses down Jim’s broad chest, nibbling gently at the hard nubs of his nipples, feeling with gratitude the chest below rise in a gasp as he did so. Mark tasted the taut stomach, slightly salty with sweat, and heard a moan of pleasure from Jim. He smiled and licked again, a gentle dab of the tongue, and got the same response. He listened to the contented moans from above and kept giving tiny licks and nips down Jim’s stomach, which was now rolling under him and pushing up into the pressure, until Jim’s erection bumped Mark’s chin. Mark lifted his head slightly and carefully took the taut glans into his mouth, tasting more salt—there was fluid leaking from the tip.

“Oh, Mark,” moaned Jim, his voice throaty and deep.

Mark smiled and worked the glans in his mouth, running his lips and tongue around in circles until Jim was pressing rhythmically up against him, pushing for more contact. Mark let his mouth open a fraction more to allow Jim’s erection to slide gradually farther into his mouth and heard Jim groan, “Oh-oh.” He looked up to see Jim’s chest heaving and blue eyes looking down to him, hooded with desire. The taste of salt increased, and 
Jim became rock hard in his mouth.

Mark wet his fingers with spit and precum and teased them around the outside of Jim’s entrance, wetting it thoroughly before slipping a finger in, then another and another. Jim’s moans became more desperate. Mark pushed his fingers in and out, circling them, then plunging them in and out of Jim’s body again and again until Jim’s moans gained a pleading tone. Then he extracted his fingers and shifted upward to let his own leaking erection press against Jim’s hole.

Jim grabbed Mark’s hair and pulled him up to kiss him frantically, his breath coming in rough gasps in Mark’s ear. Mark teased him, nibbling and ghosting kisses across his neck until Jim begged, “Take me!” and claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss. Mark lined himself up and watched Jim’s face for any sign of a wince as he pressed into Jim slowly, his own erection so hard now that he didn’t have to guide himself in. The hot walls of Jim’s channel closed around him, and he heard himself give a guttural groan as he pressed slowly into the warmth and pressure of Jim’s body.

Jim closed his eyes and whispered, “I’m gonna shoot my load any second.”

Mark whispered back, “Open your eyes, then.”

Jim did, and the desire and pleasure in them was enough to make Mark growl again, grab Jim’s shoulders, and thrust hard and deep into him. Jim’s neck arched back, and he gasped. Mark wanted to sink his teeth into that exposed neck and thrust again and again, but he resisted and stilled, then pulled himself out very slowly.

“Jesus, Mark....” Jim’s voice was shattered as Mark began to push in again slowly. 

Mark hesitated, then continued, watching the pleasure contort Jim’s face as he did. Jim’s teeth were gritted as Mark pushed himself fully home, and Jim whispered, “You’re killing me.”

Mark nibbled on his ear and breathed, “I almost lost you this morning.” He bucked his hips once, hard, and Jim gave a small noise.

Mark began to withdraw again with agonizing slowness, then heard a strangled whisper from Jim. “I can’t—” 

Mark smiled and thrust himself in again, slowly but powerfully, pushing himself in until he was fully seated, then giving that slight buck inward that he knew Jim loved so much. Suddenly he heard Jim gasp and felt hot moisture between them and Jim convulse against him. He held Jim through his climax, watching the handsome face tighten and tip away from him as Jim arched up against him. He pressed quick, hot kisses up the corded tendons in Jim’s neck and whispered hotly in his ear, “I love you.”

“God,” managed Jim at last. “God.”

Mark kissed him and waited for Jim to meet his eyes again, then began to pump into him, still slowly, but putting all the power he could muster into his thrusts. Jim watched his face as he did so, and something in his look undermined Mark’s control so he began to thrust rapidly and deeply into Jim. Mark groaned his pleasure with each movement he made and was not sure when the groans became low growls.

Pleasure began to build in him, each push into Jim’s now slick, tight channel sending a thrill through his whole body. He struggled to keep control, but despite his best effortswas soon rutting into Jim’s body with abandon. When his climax came, it was intense, tightening his whole body and leaving him shaken. 

Afterward he lay beside Jim, grateful to still be able to breathe in his familiar scent. If Jim had died.... Mark closed his eyes and pushed his face even closer to Jim. 
Jim rolled over to face him and pulled him into a close embrace, the strong, bronzed arms holding Mark tightly against him. Mark closed his eyes and tried to breathe.

Jim’s voice broke through the silence. “What do you feel?”

Mark looked up into his eyes. “What?”

“When we do that, what do you feel?”

Mark hesitated. “You. Inside you. The heat.”

“Is it like a woman?”

Mark hesitated for even longer, then whispered, “I wouldn’t know.”

They lay in silence for a few moments, then Mark asked, “What do you feel?”

There was a long silence, then Jim said, “You. Like you’re part of me. Like you come into my body, and we’re one person. And every time we do it, I want more.”

Mark looked away, then couldn’t resist looking back, and saw Jim’s eyes gleaming at him. He asked, “Would you go back to a woman? Do you want children again?”

Jim stared off into the distance. “I don’t think so. Haven’t thought about it. Have you?”

Mark nodded. “I bet you were a good father.”

Jim’s eyes suddenly turned ice blue, and he turned to Mark and answered, “If I had been, they’d still be alive, wouldn’t they?”

Mark blinked, unsure what to say, and looked away.

Jack Byrne is an Australian who lives and works in the Australian outback training horses, doing farm work, and trying to stay out of trouble. He writes from experience (sometimes unfortunate experience!) and has been shot at (“a case of mistaken identity”) and bitten by a snake before. He writes on a laptop with a satellite connection and likes to ride or drive out to locations he is writing about to get a real feel for the surroundings.

He is happy to hear from readers.  He can’t promise an instant reply as he goes out working sometimes for a week or so, but he will get back to readers as soon as he can.


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eCopy of Walkabout 

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GGR DN Simmons Desires Unleashed Book Blog Tour & Giveaway!

Thank you for stopping  by today. I'm hosting D.N. Simmons' Desires Unleashed Book Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by GGR PromoGroup.


Hello Lovely People, 

My name is Warren Davis, and I'm one of the characters from the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles.  D.N. ask me to stop by and do a series introduction to all of you here on this cool-ass blog, so here I am. Where can I start? Well, how about this, if you love vampires and shape-shifters and you think you've read all of the great fiction out there pertaining to the two, you simply must check out the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles. It's going to blow your mind. 

Now, don't think I'm just pushing the series because I'm a character and I like the attention I get when readers gush over me. It's not that. I truly want to expose this series because it's freaking awesome. The things that happen in each book will not only shock you, but it will keep you glued to the pages until each book is finished. 

*Do you love action? Well, you're going to get a ton of that in the KOTDC. 

*Do you great sex scenes? Oh there's plenty of that and I'm not ashamed to say, I do work it. I don't play when it comes to my between the sheets action, if you catch my meaning. * wink *. 

*Do you love vampire and shape-shifter politics and customs? I do, too. You'll love where D.N. takes these ideas and makes them her own... or rather ours. 

*Do you love intelligent, sexy and witty characters that are so well-written, you forget you're reading a book because you're so invested in our lives? Yeah, it's like that. 

The Knights of the Darkness Chronicles is unlike any urban-fantasy you've ever read before. There are no main characters. According to D.N., she wanted to explore the entire world she created, and didn't want to limit the perspective to just one or two characters. And that's great for not only myself, but for all of my family and friends in the series. We all get so much exposure and I think that's so unique. There are GBLT characters as well as straight, so be prepared to see some pretty steamy scenes and extremely interesting and intricate relationships. 

When you pick up Desires Unleashed, which is the first book in the series, you'll be introduced to my partner, Matthew and of course, Yours Truly. Take a front seat ride with us as we investigate a series of gruesome murders plaguing our beautiful city, Chicago. If it's one thing I hate, it's seeing innocent people being hurt or killed and I swear, I'm going to catch the SOB who's been killing in my city... as soon as I find out who or what is behind the murders. 

Will you join me on this adventure?

Trust me, you won't regret it. 

Title: Desires Unleashed
Author: D.N. Simmons
Book Length: 290 pages
Series: Knights of the Darkness Chronicles Book 1
Publisher: Rushmore Publishing; 3 edition
Genre:  MM, MMF, Vampire Romance, Mystery, Action, Paranormal, Werewolf/Shifter
Length: 290 pages

Blurb:
Desires Unleashed is the first novel in the riveting, highly addictive and sexually-charged Knights of the Darkness Chronicles. Experience the heart-pounding thrill of the chase in this electrifying page-turner as you uncover the mystery behind the series of gruesome killings that have been terrorizing the citizens of Chicago. 

With mutilated bodies being discarded all around the thriving city of Chicago, the highly-trained, government-funded police force, better known as the S.U.I.T., has assigned two detectives to discover who or what is behind the series of gruesome murders. Soon into their investigation, the detectives realize that they are in over their heads and if they are going to stop the menace before the next attack, they are going to have to seek the help of two unlikely individuals. 

Original, sexy and gritty, the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles will suck you in and take you for a ride you won't forget!

Buy Links:

Amazon US: Desires Unleashed (Knights of the Darkness Chronicles (Book One) 1)

Amazon UK

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Hello, 
I’m very honored to be here and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this opportunity to meet new readers.  My name is D.N. Simmons and I’m an urban-fantasy/paranormal romance author. My series Knights of the Darkness Chronicles is phenomenal, sexy, highly entertaining and completely addictive… well, that’s what I’ve been told. Who am I to disagree *giggle*.  When I say that my series is unlike any other, I really mean it. You will NOT find another series quite like it in the genre. That was my sinister plan from the very beginning.  I wanted to create a series with a platform that would take readers into a completely unique and bold direction with characters they could relate to. The story lines are original from book to book and they keep you engaged from the beginning to the end.  I know that the shelves are filled with paranormal books, especially those involving vampires and shape-shifters. And if you’re a fan of the genre, like I am, you may think that you won’t find anything too original because the market is already flooded.  That’s only because you haven’t read the KOTDC yet.  

See, I’m the kind of person that gets extremely enthusiastic about awesome storytelling. When I finish reading a great book or watching an amazing movie, I’m still buzzing about it. One of the reasons why I get so excited is because of exceptional writing and imagination. I appreciate that so much, therefore, I knew I had to give my readers the very best I could give them.

The Knights of the Darkness Chronicles isn’t just a series you read. It’s a series you experience.  You’ll know exactly what I’m talking about when you grab the first book. :D Trust me. 

Excerpt:

Darian walked down the dimly lit hallway until he reached a huge tapestry on the wall. He brushed the tapestry to the side to reveal a small sensor in the wall. He pressed his hand to the sensor screen. As the red light at the bottom of the sensor turned blue, a hidden door slid open exposing an elevator. 

Pulling a key out of his pocket, he stepped inside, inserting it into the slot on the elevator panel to start it downward. Three levels down, he exited and walked down another short L-shaped corridor to his private skybox overlooking an octagon-shaped arena. He settled into one of the four comfortable leather chairs facing the clear glass paneled wall. He looked around the arena to see that the soft cushioned seats were already full and everyone was anticipating the tournament. All the bets had been made. One could bet on a fighter per night, thus increasing their chances of winning. Or they could pick a champion to win the whole tournament and receive one lump sum. There was a little less than one hundred million dollars to be won this night, which was very good for an opening night. Darian had already placed his bet on the fighter known only as Draco. Xavier had been most impressed by the fighter’s skill, so 

Darian had chosen Draco as his champion. 

It never ceased to amaze Darian that the human race would, no doubt, do just about anything for money. They put a price tag on their own lives. Darian had never met one vampire that would name the price of their own immortality. He figured mortals thought they were immortal, that life would always grant them another day. Until, of course, their last day came before they could blink their eyes. Darian no longer worried about having his life snuffed out so easily. It would take a lot more than a virus or blunt force trauma to kill him, of that he was pleased.

The announcer came out through sliding double doors with two beautiful female vampires. Dressed in red sequined bikinis and top hats, white sequined bow ties and matching six inch heels, they stood by his side, hands on their hips. The announcer wore a red sequined tux with tails, matching hat and a white silk shirt with matching gloves. He was a tall male with black hair and pale skin. Though he wasn’t a vampire, he could easily pass for one. 

Vampires were always pale before their first feeding. Pale and cold. Then when their bodies are filled and warmed with living blood, they can pass easily amongst the human race. A very observant human could detect the subtle differences in skin and hair textures and the shine of a vampire’s eyes. 

The announcer ordered some film footage of the fighters to be run on the huge television suspended over the arena. The crowd ‘oohhhed’ and ‘ahhhed’ as they witnessed the talents of the new tournament fighters. There were a mixture of female and male martial artists and grappling street fighters. 

Darian could hear a few murmurs of those who wished they could change their bets. He smiled. Too late, he thought. The footage ended, the crowd hushed, everyone waited for the theatrics the announcer provided. The lights dimmed to darkness, leaving only one spotlight on the announcer. He looked around the crowd as he raised the microphone to his mouth. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight you are in for a treat. Once again, we have gathered all of the world’s best fighters to battle it out over the next three days, for a total grand prize of five million dollars!” he said with raised hands. 

The crowd cheered and applauded. Darian laughed and clapped as well. He liked the energy from the audience. It was an appetizer to the hunt, or in this case, since he had fed already, it was more of a dessert. Just enough to whet his appetite for the bloody fight that was soon to come.

Author Bio:

D. N. Simmons lives in Chicago IL., with a rambunctious German Shepherd that's too big for his own good and mischievous kitten that she affectionately calls "Itty-bitty". 

Her hobbies include rollerblading, billiards, bowling, reading, watching television and going to the movies. 

She has been nominated at Love Romances and More, winning honorable mention for best paranormal book of 2006. She has won "Author of the Month" at Warrior of Words. 

She was voted "New Voice of Today" 
at Romance Reviews and "Rising Star" at Love Romance and More. 

To learn more, and have the opportunity to speak with the author personally, please visit the official  website and forum at www.dnsimmons.com . D.N. is always interested in meeting new and wonderful people.

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GGR Presents~ Nya Rawlyns' Jerking Iron Book Blog Tour & Giveaway!!

Welcome to For Whom The Books Toll. Today I'm hosting Nya Rawlyns' Jerking Iron Book Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by GGR Promo Group.

Title: Jerking Iron 
Author: Nya Rawlyns
Series: Bad Boyfriends #3
Genre:M/M Action/Adventure Romance
Publisher: PubRight Oct 24, 2014
Length: 228 pages

Blurb:
With his business empire under fire and ready to collapse, Kane and his partners turn to unlikely sources for help.

Nick Lopez is a wounded warrior, an undercover major crimes cop caught in the crossfire when he brokers a deal between competing rival Miami crime families. When his best friend, David Black, calls him for advice, Nick sees it as an omen. Sometimes it’s better to get out of Dodge and live, so he quits the force and heads north.

Jace McClune has seen and done too much as a vice cop. His last undercover assignment was his undoing, leaving him with an intervention but no resolution. Thomas Kane has friends in high places and when he hints the mob’s fingerprints are all over the attempts to take over his businesses, the precinct brass see this as a good way for Jace to get his head on straight with a babysitting job.

Jace and Nick pair up for a simple sting operation, but they soon discover that under the layers of betrayal and lies runs the threat of a new operation—one that takes the skin trade to new levels of perversion. Neither man is prepared for the mutual attraction that simmers to a rolling boil as it becomes clear that the only way they can cut to the truth is to allow Jace to sink once more into the dangerous underbelly of the city.

They’re about to find out why a man you could not break was a man worth breaking...

Buy Links:

Amazon US: Jerking Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novel)

Amazon UK

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Excerpt:

Jace and Nick dance around their attraction, testing each other, pushing buttons. When Jace retreats to his own room to research intel obtained from a friend in the department, Nick barges in…

I was so busy staring at the lighted screen in the dark bedroom, I never heard him come in, never sensed him towering over me, reaching for the phone and clicking it off, throwing us into darkness, and my lust into full alert.

He growled, “You said it could wait until morning.”

“I lied.”

“Did you lie about wanting to fuck?”

“What is this … truth or dare? Twenty questions … what?” 

“Answer the question.”

I swallowed at the tone of voice. It’d gone hard, commanding, turning my innards to goo. I murmured, “No. I mean … yes.”

“Which is it, Jace? Yes you lied, or yes you want to fuck.”

Wriggling got me nowhere. He had me pinned with his massive thighs, his mouth millimeters from mine, his breath hot enough to melt the skin off my bones. The lashes and welts on my back tingled as he shifted my body under his weight, my skin slipping against the quilt, setting up a sweet ache that flared along my spine.

Ache morphed to pain and I tensed, the memory of that night exploding behind my eyelids. I sucked air and fumbled for a safeword, any word. I didn’t have to ask, he offered.

“I won’t ever hurt you, Jace. Just tell me to stop and I will.” 

He rolled, pulling me on top of him, freeing my arms, letting me make the final decision. His erection was hard and thick and pressing at the crack, as my ass burned with anticipation.

I reached to grab the bag, dumping the contents on the nightstand. I tossed him a package of condoms. “Here, open this. I got the jumbo size. Hope it fits.”

“You put a lot of pressure on a fellow, McClune.” 

“It’s for me, asshole. I’m driving tonight.”

He laughed, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. God, how I loved to listen to him. His voice was a basso profundo—the deepest of deep—and the accent lilted his words, like he was making music every time he spoke. 

By the time he’d seen to the preliminaries I was in a sweat, rubbing against his cock from pucker to balls and back, the sensation driving me nuts. When he rolled the condom on my cock, I nearly lost it.

He said, “Go slow. It’s been a long time.”

Lubing my fingers, I eased back to reach the tight ring of muscle, inserting a finger then two. He pulled his legs up to his chest, his flesh quivering, either from my stroking and stretching, or from the fact he was relinquishing control to a sub, a sub with injuries he didn’t inflict.

When I hit just the right spot, he jerked and hissed, “Oh, fuck, right there.” I kept teasing him, inserting three fingers and rubbing him until he howled, “Oh sweet Jesus, I’m not going to last,” and pumped his own cock hard.

I eased in, giving him time to adjust, but he wasn’t having any of it. With an upward thrust he impaled my cock to the hilt, rocking me into the valley between his legs. He pulled me into a brutal kiss, lips and teeth and tongue ravaging my mouth, sucking all the air from my body until I went lightheaded and giddy with the feel of my cock buried so deep inside him, the heat igniting me into a frenzy. 

Pulling away from his demanding mouth, I rocked back and braced my hands on his thighs, giving myself leverage as I pummeled him hard, balls to ass, the sound of skin slapping skin, his moans, the sweat pouring off me in a waterfall of lust…

Together we pumped his cock in rhythm with my thrusts. When the orgasm hit, it was so sudden it took me by surprise, blowing through me like a bullet train, spine to ass to balls. As the spasms eased, I pumped his cock once, twice, and he came on a bellow as thick ropes of cum coated his belly and chest.

I collapsed on him as he wrapped his legs around me, holding me fast, cum and sweat gluing us together. He had his chin on the top of my head, our chests in a frantic rise and fall as we sucked air and waited for our heartbeats to slow.

His fingers found the pattern on my back, tracing the ridges and valleys. He had questions. I didn’t blame him for that. If the tables had been turned, I would be the same.

He took a deep breath, and I prepared myself to say no, I can’t talk about it, not this, never this.

Instead Nick said, “I will never hurt what’s mine.”

Nya Rawlyns has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay. When she isn't tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or her noisy parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.

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  Nya's M/M Collection:

Bad Boyfriends: Curling Iron, Pumping Iron, Jerking Iron

The Holiday Toast Series: A Christmas Toast, A Valentine Toast (contemporary)

The Crow Creek Series: Ash & Oak, Pulling Leather, Strapping Ash, Sorting Will, Flankman (contemporary western romance) and The Crow Creek Collection, Vol. I

The Wrong Side of Right (transgressive, homoerotic literature)

Good Boy Bad (transgressive, homoerotic literature)

The Strigoi Chronicles: Penance, Fane, Michel, Dreu (paranormal, action-adventure, dark urban fantasy)

Acid Jazz Singer (Hunger Hurts), paranormal, dark urban fantasy

Skin (crime-suspense, action-adventure)

Giveaway:

Grand Prize:  A Nya Rawlyns Canvas Tote Bag (US Only), $10 Amazon Gift Card, and E-copies of Curling Iron, Pumping Iron & Jerking Iron

First Prize: E-copies of Curling Iron, Pumping Iron & Jerking Iron

Second Prize: E-copy of Jerking Iron

Third Prize: E-copy of a Nya Rawlyns Back list title.

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GGR Presents~ D.H. Starr's Meant For Him Book Blog Tour & Giveaway!

Welcome to my post on D.H. Starr's Meant For Him Book Tour & Giveaway presented by GGR Promo Group.

Title: Meant For Him
Author: D.H. Starr
Genre: Gay Romance; M/M Romance
Publisher: Ai Press
Publication Date: Oct 1, 2014
Length: 203 pages / 70,000 Words

Blurb:
Another hot guy from the East Village is about to meet his match.  That  is, if he doesn't mess things up...this time.

After the failure of his relationship with Jeremy, Andrew Jamieson threw himself into the routine of his high powered job on Wall Street.  After two years, however, he is unable to quell the longing in his heart, a place Jeremy once filled.  That is, until he meets Peter, the local bartender in Jeremy's favorite watering hole.  Peter is hot, sweet, sensitive and ...masterful.  He brings out a side of Andrew he never knew he had and he can't get enough.  However, when the same issues arise that caused his relationship to fail with Jeremy, Andrew fears he's destined to ruin his chances with Peter.  Will Andrew love Peter enough to let himself have the one guy in the World who could be Meant for Him?

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Excerpt:

Each exercise tormented a distinct part of his body. There was precision to the work as he focused within, as if he were able to command individual cells to do their part. Mechanically he progressed from core to limbs as he broke down muscle tissue so it could build back up even stronger.  

As one hour passed and the next was well underway, Andrew continued his circuits until he’d stretched and pulled every fiber of himself. He finished his workout with a thirty minute run on the treadmill. 

Once done, he stepped off the machine, panting. He ran an internal check, trying to sense any lingering stress.  

His mind was blessedly clear as he carried himself down the stairs to shower and change. There were just as many men as when he’d arrived earlier, but Andrew wasn’t focused on them. The ache from his workout still throbbed in his body and the penetrating heat of the steam room beckoned him. 

He made quick work of undressing, aware of the glances he received but ignoring them. With a skimpy towel, which seemed to be a staple at all sports clubs, barely clinging to his hips, he entered the small tiled area. Immediately assaulted by thick billows of vapor, Andrew stood in the middle of the room gaining his bearings. Slowly, he was able to make images along the benches. He worked his way to an empty spot where he could have some space.  

There were two guys just to his right stroking each other’s cocks. Their eyes were fixated on the objects in their hands. When the man closest to Andrew leaned over and took the second guys cock in his mouth, Andrew closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. 

For several minutes he simply breathed in and out through his nose. The door opened and closed a few times and the slurping noises next to him continued, but Andrew pushed each distraction aside, focusing on the wet heat in the room. As little as two or three months earlier, he would have watched. Maybe even participated. But meaningless encounters held no appeal to him any longer. 

The image of Peter flashed behind his closed lids, along with the imagined statement he’d made in Andrew’s fantasy. Let me take care of you. Andrew didn’t need anyone to take care of him. I know what you want. Andrew didn’t even know what he wanted. How could anyone else? 

Andrew snapped his eyed open and noticed a man leaned against the wall next to him. Each muscle stood out along his powerful frame and, as Andrew surveyed the physical prowess, he couldn’t help the way his eyes fell naturally to the man’s groin. Long fingers of one hand cupped the package, rubbing gently and doing virtually nothing to hide the sizable lump hidden beneath the towel. 

Though the steam blurred Andrew’s vision, he could tell the man was staring at him in open invitation. Had this been another time, if he hadn’t become so aware of his isolation, Andrew would have allowed his covering to slide open and his dick to lay bare for the man to see. He might even allow his hand to drift towards his groin, playing with himself. But none of those impulses or desires surfaced. Instead, Andrew closed his eyes once again, shutting out the obvious invitation. 

Rejecting the pass was enough to stimulate Andrew’s thoughts. And the more he tried to concentrate on breathing and relaxing spent muscles, the more his thoughts closed in until they captured one thing.  

Peter. 

In one day, the man had managed to wedge his way past the walls Andrew’d constructed to hold his desires at bay. And in another day Andrew would have a chance to see the guy in action at the gym. At least he hoped so. After the way he fled Jeremy and Craig’s he wouldn’t be surprised if Peter backed out. Heaviness settled in his chest. Why should he care? He barely even knew the guy. Even if he’d met him a few times and admired him at Phoenix, there was no good reason why he should care if Peter broke their date. 

Is that what their meeting at the gym was? A date? Andrew closed his eyes once again. He wondered whether Peter would wear a tee-shirt or a tank. Did he wear sports clothing like Adidas or Nike, or did he simply work out in plain cotton? Did he wear a jock or underwear?  

Each question brought new pictures with it and Andrew slid his hand towards his cock, rubbing at the growing bulge. With his palm, he created friction using the rough material covering his skin. His breathing became slightly heavier. 

Realizing what he was doing, Andrew opened his eyes to find Mr. Beefcake, who’d stood next to him. He’d moved and was now located directly in front of Andrew, his towel slung over his shoulder. 

Andrew gasped, surprised to see the man standing before him. The giant lowered himself to his knees and reached to unhitch Andrew’s towel. 

It was as if a light had been switched on. Andrew stood and brushed past the man, exiting the steam room and wincing at the rush of cool air against his skin. Securing the towel on his hips, Andrew scampered to his locker and made quick work of dressing. 

The whole time, one question screamed inside his head. Why didn’t I let that guy blow me? The man was hotter than hell and looked like he was ready to provide Hoover action on Andrew’s cock. Yet something had recoiled at the idea of letting someone touch him in that empty, purely physical way. 

Author Bio:

D.H. Starr is a product of the 80s who should have grown up in the 60s and wishes he could travel through time to visit the Ancient Romans and Greeks so he could wear togas and be considered in-style. He loves to torment his characters before giving them their happy ending, enjoying the way they struggle and change from beginning to end. On his off-time, he can be found parading naked through the woods, searching for mystical creatures who he swears do exist. Once he finds the portal to their world that will be the last you see of him. His favorite quote comes from the musical Rent, “No day but today” and he loves the song Seasons of Love because its message is so true.

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