If you're under 18, then go on and git.




Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Release Day at Pride and Totally Bound!

Over at Totally Bound, Lizzie Lynn Lee has four of her books being re-released! Congrats, Lizzie!


Bad boy demon. Seductive fallen angel. Oh, what’s a girl to do?
After a nasty divorce, Emmaline St. James is ready to start a new chapter in her life. She moves into a new building and would be quite happy with her new digs—if it weren’t for her neighbors.
One is Lucian Lucca, a tall, dark, brooding hunk. When he smiles, he looks so devilishly wicked that Emma could swear he sprouts demon wings. The other is Brennan Adair, also tall and mysterious, but otherworldly handsome. He makes her horny every time he ogles her. Emma’s new life would be perfect if it wasn’t for the fact that Lucian and Brennan are constantly bickering. So she invites them over to discuss their differences.
Inviting a demon of lust over might not be a good idea when someone’s lonely and emotionally vulnerable. And inviting a fallen angel is a recipe for disaster—especially when the source of their bickering is Emma. Both Lucian and Brennan want her. Bad. But why should she have to choose?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of dubious consent, sex with multiple partners, anal play and the use of sex toys.



Lizzie Lynn Lee's Totally Bound Releases

In case you haven't read them yet, Lizzie Lynn Lee ALSO has books published with Pride!

Lizzie Lynn Lee's Pride Books!

About Lizzie:

Hello, my name is Lizzie. I'm a simple gal, love watching TV, playing guitar, and enjoying chocolate and spicy food. I have been writing as long as I can remember. Originally I want to be a horror writer, like my hero Stephen King. But I find writing smut is more fun than writing dismembered body parts. I also want to be a ninja but I heard the pay is peanut. Plus my HMO does not cover throwing star accident. Wanna send me an email? Drop me a line at lizzie@iLizzie.com

Author Tracy St. John also has a new release at Totally Bound! 




They are the enemy, a threat to her life and soul. They are also the men she loves and must set free.
For most, the Earth–Kalquor War ended years ago. Yet veteran destroyer captain Zemos and clanmates Oret and Miragin have been captured by a renegade Earther battlecruiser. They’ve been held in a cell for months now, with no idea where their ultimate fate lies. Threatened daily, their lives could end at any moment. The only bright spot during their imprisonment has been the lovely woman who brings them their meals and offers the one friendly face amongst their enemies.
Elisa Mackenzie is among the desperate Earthers trying to survive in the wake of Armageddon. Surrounded by fanatics who won’t give up a long-lost war, she can’t let herself care for the Kalquorians the ship has taken prisoner. Her lonely heart, empty for so long, has other ideas. Knowing the Kalquorians are dangerous and her fanatical shipmates are even more so, Elisa fights her feelings in vain. Ignoring the harsh lessons of long-lost youth, she falls in love.
Zemos, Oret and Miragin must escape before the Earthers deliver them to an unthinkable end. They also know the key to opening their cage means turning on the woman who has infiltrated their fierce hearts. Elisa already has their adoration. She deserves their protection and care as well, but enemies both new and ancient threaten the Kalquorian Empire. To save their people and themselves, the three men may have to destroy the woman who would complete their clan.
Publisher's Note: This book has previously been released elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for re-release with Totally Bound Publishing.

About Tracy St. John:

Tracy St. John lives in coastal Georgia with her husband and son. You’ll often find her haunting train museums with her locomotive-loving son. Besides writing, she has also worked in video production both in front of and behind the camera. She’s usually cast as the gun-toting bad gal, getting handcuffed in the end. She has no complaints.
You can take a look at Tracy's Blog and follow her on Facebook and Twitter.



Today, the first book in my Power series, Exchange, is out for general release! You can pre-order Submit, book 2, and Dominate, the all-new addition, will be up for pre-order soon!

Power: Exchange

I'll be back later with a blog installment! *mwah*

Monday, November 20, 2017

Monday Author Promo! Featuring Phoenix Hell


Several authors, bloggers, and readers are working together to promote authors across all the social media platforms. My amazing friend Phoenix is the first author up for promotion here on my blog! I'm so excited! I hope y'all will check out Phoenix's work and links, and please share those links :-D Thank y'all <3














Hellagor's Flame Blurb:

Meet Hellagor, he's a Sprite-Witch hybrid plus he's a Prince like his fathers’. His grandmother is Queen of the Sprites. He had told his friends that he was crushing on a porn star. They split the secret to all forms of social media.

Meet Flame Nature: Porn Star Extraordinaire. He learns about Hellagor's crush. After being kidnapped by a group of rogue soldiers, found by an irritated Hellagor and then healed by a Goddess, the Sprite hybrid accidentally unleashes his powers and those of his friends that came to rescue Flame after unleashing his fury on the rogue soldiers.
  
Can the porn stars grasp what has happened to them? Will Flame accept Hellagor as a lover? Will they ever end up happily ever after?




Book One in the Supernatural Porn Stars series

Warning: Contains scenes of mild Gay Lovin, Magic Powers, M-Preg, Demi Gods and Angels

Genre: Alternative (M/M; F/F), Paranormal, Shape-shifter/Witch, Angels, Gods
Length: 53, 432


About the author:

Who Am I?

Well, I'm a son, grandson, best friend, brother, uncle; a gray witch, and Oracle.
One who fights invisible illnesses and mental ones.
I'm shy at first but when you get to know me I'm fun and loving.
I have always loved the paranormal and since reading the gay romance scene, I wanted to be the next Anne Rice or Sherrilyn Kenyon with a twist.
So I'm currently writing gay romance with either a Paranormal spin or a supernatural twist.
When I'm not writing, I am reading books by my favorite authors, drinking sweet tea and just trying to relax.
  

Also by Phoenix Hell
Work in the anthology Authors Off the Shelf
The Dark Side of Witch
A Demonic Christmas (Book 1 of the Zodiac Pack)

Where to find the author:















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Buy Links:










Phoenix Hell FaceBook

Sunday, November 19, 2017

FaceBook Party!

Hey y'all! There's a party going on, and different authors are hosting at different times. I'll be on in a little over an hour. Stop in and see us!

Authors Takeover Event!


Saturday, November 18, 2017

Across the Tides Ch. 28

Copyright 2017
Bailey Bradford








Chapter Twenty-Eight


The ringing of a phone woke Draven. He bit back a groan as he opened his eyes. It was too early to face the day—except it was still dark out. He sat up as Titus muttered in his sleep but didn’t wake up. It was Titus’s cell that was making a racket on Draven’s nightstand. He’d plugged his phone and Titus’s up after they’d made love; seeing their phones side by side had made him feel sappier than he’d ever thought himself capable of being.
Draven grabbed Titus’s phone and thumbed down the volume. He frowned at the lack of caller ID. It was probably a wrong number or some telemarketer from hell. Draven’s gut clenched. It could be Joel.
Draven sat up just as the ringing stopped. The screen went dark. He set the phone down, telling himself not to be paranoid, not to borrow trouble.
The phone lit up again, before Draven’s head even hit the pillow. His heart slammed against his ribs. He glanced at Titus, who still slept peacefully. Draven grabbed Titus’s phone, slipped out of bed, and rushed out of the room. As soon as he was in the hall, he hit accept and raised the phone to his ear. He didn’t speak; if Joel was the caller, the last thing Draven wanted to do was anger him by letting him hear a man other than Titus answering Titus’s phone.
Draven heard nothing other than the rush of his own pulse. He tried to will himself to calm down. Taking a few deep breaths would have helped but he didn’t want to risk making any noise.
It didn’t matter. A dial-tone sounded a moment later. Draven suck in a sharp breath—and the phone lit up with a call again. No caller ID was available. His gut clenched as he let it ring a second, then third time before he hit accept.
This time the silence sent chills down his spine. It went on for over a minute, then the call was disconnected—and the phone lit up again.
Draven held down the power button and shut the phone off. His palms were sweaty from a mix of nerves and heat—he’d opened the bedroom windows so the breeze could blow through the screens, but the rest of his place was locked up.
He needed to go close those windows. Panic spiked as he darted back into the bedroom to take care of that. He paused at the foot of the bed to study Titus, who slept on unawares of Draven’s fears that Joel was behind the calls. Draven knew he could be wrong, the calls could have nothing to do with Joel or even Titus.
But he didn’t believe in coincidence, and he certainly wouldn’t risk Titus’s life on the chance that the calls were accidents.
Draven watched the steady rise and fall of Titus’s chest. The need to touch Titus, to hold him and assure himself that Titus was safe, was almost overpowering.
Keeping Titus safe was paramount. Draven walked over the windows and closed them. He made sure no one was lingering around outside—his night vision was spot-on and there weren’t any good hiding spots for someone to utilize.
If it was Joel calling, he can’t possibly know where Titus is, and I am going to go with the calls having been made by Joel. It’s better to be cautious. Especially with the life of the man he loved.
Draven closed the curtains over the windows, something he hardly ever did. The moonlight and stars always soothed him when he looked out at them. Tonight, that wasn’t the case.
He left the room again, then went around to every window and both doors leading outside, making certain they were all locked up tight. He peered out toward the ocean and saw nothing moving on the beach save the skittering crabs.
Titus was safe. Joel wasn’t there. Draven looked down at the phone he still held in his hand. There was no doubt that he’d tell Titus about the calls. As much as Draven would hate to worry him, it was necessary. Titus had every right to know, too. Draven respected him and treating him like he was incapable of dealing with the potential of danger would be an insult at the very least.
Draven had planned to tell Titus about who and what he was in the morning. Now he wondered if he should wait, not for his own sake, but for Titus’s.

Draven made his way back to where Titus was sleeping. He’d tell Titus about the calls first, and depending on how Titus seemed to feel after that—if he was concerned, very worried, or whatever else he might feel—Draven would bare his soul.

Installment Saturday!

It's been a day! I met the fabulous Judi Phillips, an erotica author who lives here in Albuquerque. We had coffee together and I really enjoyed spending time with Judi.

Judi's webpage   http://judiphillips.com


Then Amber and Charlie both ended up with a rotten stomach bug. Lysol is my new buddy. O.o

I had errands to run most of the day and didn't get home until after 9 PM. I started on the installment, then spent time chatting with my beloved, *Dani*, and with my BFF, Cherri. Now I'm wiped out, and I am going to sleep. Hopefully, there will be less puking and fevers around here when I wake up.


Love to you all!

<3

*I don't think I've ever mentioned Dani here, but I've known and loved her for over 27 years. So she is my beloved :D

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Across the Tides Ch. 27 ***NSFW***

Copyright 2017
Bailey Bradford






Chapter Twenty-Seven


Draven looked like he had something serious on his mind. For some reason, that made Titus nervous. They’d confessed their love to each other, so he knew Draven probably wasn’t about to dump him.
But Titus didn’t want to hear anything that might dim the joy of their shared admissions. He cupped Draven’s chin and looked into his eyes. “Whatever it is that you’re thinking about, can you let it go for tonight?”
“But it—“
“Just for tonight,” Titus cut in, his heart hammering with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. “Unless you’re going to admit to being someone—something—horrible, then it can wait. Please. I know you aren’t a monster, so whatever it is that’s weighing on your mind, it can’t be as awful as you think it is. Tell me tomorrow. I’ll listen, and I won’t jump to any conclusions.”
“Define horrible,” Draven said, but his mouth curved up in a crooked smile.
Titus had to taste that grin. He leaned in and brushed his lips over Draven’s.
Heat coiled in his belly and spread to his groin. He kissed Draven again, then again, licking into the warmth of his mouth. Draven’s familiar flavor shot through Titus and his cock grew hard as he deepened the kiss. He moved his hand down, caressing Draven’s neck, his shoulder, down his chest until Titus ran his knuckles over Draven’s left nipple.
Draven moaned and shivered for him. Titus plucked at the stiffening tip as he sucked on Draven’s tongue. Maybe he should have let Draven speak, but Titus needed this bonding with Draven.
He straddled Draven’s lap and buried his other hand in Draven’s hair, palming the back of Draven’s head. Titus held him still as the kiss became rougher, as he pinched and tugged on Draven’s nipple.
Draven began to squirm, not pulling away, but pressing into the touches, thrusting his hips, gripping Titus’s ass and kneading it.
Titus kept kissing him, kept teasing his nipple for another minute or so before he began nipping his way down Draven’s neck, sucking up a mark here and there as he tasted Draven’s skin in various places.
Draven’s neck was saltier by his ear than the hollow of throat. Licking Draven’s collarbone made Draven gasp. Titus bit at the sensitive spot, then resumed his path down to the nipple he’d been playing with. He sealed his lips around it and sucked while pinching the other one.
Draven cursed and bucked. He shoved his hands down the back of Titus’s shorts and pressed his fingers along Titus’s crease.
It felt good, but Titus needed more of Draven.
Titus slid down until he was kneeling between Draven’s legs. He mouthed the deep line dividing Draven’s abs, licked his belly button, and kept playing with Draven’s nipples.
Titus left a purple mark on either side of Draven’s belly button, then he rubbed his cheek over the hot swell of Draven’s shaft. A wet spot began to spread from where the tip of Draven’s cock pressed against the cotton material.
Titus rumbled and took as much of Draven’s thick cock into his mouth as he could with the shorts in the way.
Draven cried out and bucked. He settled his hands on Titus’s head. “Please.”
That raspy plea was one Titus couldn’t resist. He rubbed his face all over the wet material, feeling the heat of Draven’s cock through it before he unfastened Draven’s shorts.
Draven’s cock was right there for Titus to suck, and he did, even as he tugged and Draven raised his butt up enough for Titus to pull his shorts down. Titus didn’t hesitate; he sucked down Draven’s length, let the thick head into his throat, and swallowed as he palmed Draven’s balls.
The sound Draven made was one of desperate need. Titus nodded enough for Draven to get the message. Draven tightened his hold on Titus’s head and began to thrust.
Titus wanted to watch, and he did for a few seconds. Then his own need made itself achingly known. He freed his own dick and fisted it, jacking his shaft as he let Draven take control of the blow job, let Draven grunt and curse, let him fuck deep and rougher. Titus had never given to anyone what he gave to Draven—everything.
Draven cried out and his rhythm vanished. Hot cum pulsed down Titus’s throat, and a second later, Titus came, his head spinning and body tensing before heat encompassed him. He lost himself in the pleasure, in what he felt, and what he’d given to Draven.

And later, when the last of his climax had faded away, and Draven was sleeping beside him after they’d stumbled to bed, Titus vowed that, no matter what Draven told him tomorrow, he’d stand by Draven’s side.