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Guest Post and Giveaway: The Forbidden Blog Tour with Scarlet Blackwell

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We’re so pleased to welcome author Scarlet Blackwell to The Novel Approach today on the tour for her new novella from NineStar Press, Forbidden. NineStar Press is also hosting a Rafflecopter Giveaway to run for the duration of the tour. Prizes will include a $10 Amazon Gift Card and a credit for a free book from the NineStar Press website, so be sure to click on the widget below to enter for a chance to win.

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Forbidden the Movie

The actor I’d like to hire to play David in the movie of Forbidden is…

While every writer claims that their greatest goal is to see their work in print, for many it would be to see their work up on the big screen.

I love movies. I love movie stars. Imagine if my characters were brought to life in a darkened cinema for a thrilled, albeit eclectic, audience.

Forbidden tells the story of David, a thirty-something vice-president with all the money he can eat and a secret he keeps from everyone at work – he’s gay. He spends his nights in anonymous encounters with men, lonely and wishing for more, wishing he had the nerve to come out to his boss and take a guy to one of the many company parties.

One night in West Hollywood, he chooses a strip club for titillation at the end of a few hours drinking. He doesn’t expect to fall instantly in love with Jeremy, the hot blond guy wrapping himself around a pole for a few dollars stuffed down his jock.

So who would play David on the silver screen?

The perfect candidate popped instantly into my mind. Michael Fassbender.

Okay, I’m currently enamoured with him-maybe that’s why the choice was obvious-but to be fair, if I interviewed him for the job I know he would beat every other candidate.

He’s handsome sure, but he’s also charming and kind of quirky. He’s so fun in interviews – not your average Hollywood movie star, just like my characters are not your average m/m romance characters.

Let’s look at his experience for the role. He’s half Irish, half German and has a lovely Irish accent but he’s played many Americans before and has the accent down to a tee. In ‘Shame’ he played a sex addict, spending his nights hiring prostitutes and his days jerking off at work. In one memorable scene, he followed a guy into a gay club and got a blow job.

You see? Perfect to play David.

The advantage of hiring him of course is that I get to see Mr. Fassbender getting it on with another man. Can’t argue with that.

Now that I’ve put that idea in readers’ minds and they can picture him as David, please feel free to contact me and let me know who should play Jeremy. :)


forbidden_scarletBlurb: When things are forbidden, you merely want them more…

Vice-president David should have had it all–nice cars, the most expensive restaurants and the finest clothes. But he hides a secret from all his colleagues–he’s gay. He’s too scared to come out at work so he spends his evenings cruising for company and frequenting strip clubs. In one such place, he meets pole dancer Jeremy, a young man with problems of his own. Jeremy’s controlled by his boss Donny and soon David’s interest starts to spell danger for them both…

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Excerpt: Coxx was new to him. A last stop at the end of a night of solitary drinking. Somewhere he’d always wanted to go but had been afraid to. Not that night. That night alcohol gave him courage beyond his wildest dreams. After his tough day at work, he didn’t care about denying himself anymore.

The seedy male strip club was nestled at the ass end of West Hollywood, tucked away almost apologetically among the back streets. Its windows promised hot male dancers to cater to every whim. The carpet was sticky, but the beer was cold. A long runway featured shiny brass poles currently occupied by two dancers. The place was half-full, a slow night.

David Ackroyd sat on a stool at the edge of the stage, his gaze on the lithe blond at the end of the runway. He hadn’t expected to find any of the dancers worth more than titillation, but since the young man first slunk from behind the velvet curtains, he’d had David’s rapt attention.

He was average height with a lean, tanned body. All strong limbs and toned muscle, he wore nothing more than a sparkly silver thong and silly matching boots. The dancer’s plump, pert ass mesmerised David as he shook it in time to an old Mötley Crüe song and gyrated in front of a group of four giggling women.

Perhaps David hadn’t expected to see women in a place like Coxx, but why not? Ogling nearly naked men wasn’t the province of gay men alone; women had as much right to get their kicks as he did. The blond dancer played up to his audience by sliding to his knees and letting the women stroke his thighs and press bills into his thong. David doubted he would let his male admirers get quite so fresh with him. Having a man grope you was different. More intimidating, fraught with risk.

David took a swallow of Jack Daniel’s and Coke, wishing for a better look at the blond dancer. He glanced at the other man on the runway, a brunet. He was ripped and hard but nothing special to look at. He seemed tired, jaded and only spared each person at the edge of the stage fleeting attention. That was fine by David. He only had eyes for the blond.

Fluidly, the dancer stood up, moved a few steps back to the pole in the middle of the stage, and swung himself around it, wrapping his long limbs gracefully about the steel. David stared. The man hung upside down, ankles clinging, six-packed abdomen rippling. Then, he dismounted, stalked across the runway and stood with legs spread and hands on his hips, facing David. He seemed to wait as though for approval. David gulped as he lifted his gaze up the dancer’s magnificent body, lingering on the enticing bulge in his underwear. The blond was nearly too pretty to be called handsome. Maybe late twenties with perfect skin and large, almond-shaped eyes of piercing blue. A smile curled around the edges of his plump, sensual mouth as if he knew every one of David’s thoughts. Like he had watched him out of the corner of his eye and known David was salivating for a bit of the dancer’s attention.

David’s cock stirred. It filled with blood, pressing against his underwear with a sweet ache. He forgot where he was and drowned in the thrill of an attractive man seeking him out. David imagined they were in a nightclub, and he could take this beautiful stranger home if he wanted to and make love to him all night without money changing hands. He took another swallow of his drink as the man spun around, bent at the waist, and shook his ripe buttocks. Reaching back, the dancer stroked his own backside with lingering, sensual touches and pulled his cheeks just far enough apart that the string on the ridiculous thong shifted, barely covering a hint of pink pucker.

David clutched his knees and ground his teeth. His rampant cock raged against his pants. The dancer turned around. One hand on his thigh, fingers perilously close to his package, he swivelled his hips, thrusting his groin in David’s direction.

David watched raptly as the blond inched his fingers closer to the sparkling material covering his assets. His fingertips traced the bulge between his legs before he cupped himself and rubbed overtly. David licked his lips. The flimsy thong seemed to expand. Was the dancer getting hard? It was difficult to see in the darkness and playing shadows, but the underwear seemed strained to bursting, and the blond stroked his cock and balls as if he was very excited.

David placed his hands on the edge of the runway. He ached to touch, but he wouldn’t be that guy, grabbing disrespectfully and forgetting his boundaries. Now if the blond wanted to invite him to delve into that sparkly bill-stuffed pouch right here in front of all these people, that would be a different matter. David would give him the handjob of his life, no worries. Hell, he would open his mouth and let the dancer fuck it to his heart’s content right then if he wanted to.

The blond moved closer. He slid to his knees with thighs wide apart. David stared up at the sweat glistening on the dancer’s face and torso. He smelled the guy’s cologne, heady and spicy, and it made his cock jolt and throb. His fingers twitched. The dancer smiled. He gripped David’s right hand at the wrist and brought it to him, deliberately placing it on his own upper thigh.

His flesh was like damp silk. David stifled a groan. The blond guided David’s fingers to his inner thigh, electric-blue eyes never leaving his. When his touch grazed heavy balls, David thought he would whimper with desire. The blond’s hard-on was evident from this angle; his cockhead almost reared over the top of the overstuffed pouch. He ran his tongue slowly over his lips and then pressed David’s hand right into his groin, over a rigid pole, generous in every way.

David caught his breath. He closed his fingers around the dancer’s turgid shaft, squeezing gently but with greed, aware of overstepping the mark and ready to be apologetic.

A moment later, the blond jerked away. He skipped back to the pole and wound himself around it a couple of times before blowing kisses in the general direction of all those watching. Then, he disappeared behind the curtain.

David sat in crushing disappointment. His heart raced, and his cock threatened to explode. His desire dampened his underwear. He tried to rationalise to himself what had just happened. A scorching encounter with a man paid to interact with his audience. A bonus in every way at the end of a draining day. He smiled ruefully and finished his drink, adjusting himself discreetly before sliding from the stool. Drink and lust made him unsteady when he stood. He weaved his way to the exit and vowed he’d never come here again.


About the Author: Scarlet likes cats and hats and firmly believes that the only thing better than one attractive man is two attractive men.

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3 Stars, BDSM/Kink/Erotica, Megan Slayer, Pride Publishing, Reviewed by Sammy

Review: Constant by Megan Slayer

ConstantTitle: Constant

Author: Megan Slayer

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Pages/Word Count: 90 Pages

At a Glance: Constant suffered from just a bit too much action in the bedroom, and not enough interaction between the two men outside that venue.

Reviewed By: Sammy

Blurb: He demands his submissive’s body and soul…but can he accept his sub’s heart?

Roddy Green never planned to fall in love and certainly not with his Dom, but every time he goes into Darkness, a fetish club, he falls for Vegas all over again. Being in love isn’t the same as being loved in return. Vegas is there to do a job—not to build a romance. But what if the main constant in Roddy’s life is also the one person he can’t live without?

Andrew Vegas knows his job. He’s a Dom. But there is more than one side to him and he’s tired of keeping the other parts of him hidden. One man makes him feel safe and comfortable enough to open up—his pet, Roddy. But will Roddy, the producer of a local news broadcast, want to be with a man with secrets?

Reader Advisory: This book contains references to light knifeplay.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains characters who also appear in Permanent.


Review: Roddy has been going to the BDSM club Darkness for two years. During that time he has been submissive to only one Dom, Master Vegas. However, recently the television network Roddy works for has undergone a transition in staff, making Roddy’s job much harder. His cub reporters and anchors are slow, unpolished and make Roddy’s job a stress-filled living-hell. When he finally gets an opportunity to return to Darkness and Vegas, he finds his Dom pursuing him for more than just play. In fact, Roddy has secretly been attracted to Vegas for quite a while, and now that the man seems to be returning his interest, the only question that remains is can the two men make a go of it beyond the BDSM scene? Can they both trust the other with their private lives in the real world?

Constant, by Megan Slayer, delves into the BDSM lifestyle that lives both in the club scene and in private. While this author writes a rather realistic portrayal of two men tentatively making their way from scene playing to love and partnership, the path taken was laced with an incredible amount of sex, given this was a novella and under 100 pages of text. I truly appreciated the moments where we saw both Roddy and Andrew Vegas grapple with being right for each other—good enough for each other. For Andrew, it was his dual role of community center coach/counselor warring with his paid status as a Dom for hire at a local club. His worries stemmed from the idea that were his darker side to come to the light, it may, in some way, affect Roddy’s position in the news arena.

Roddy, on the other hand, had little worries regarding his job, but dwelled more heavily on the idea that he was too nerdy, too common to attract the likes of such a handsome and well liked Dominant such as Vegas. When we caught glimpses of both characters’ inner turmoil, they seemed more real and more vulnerable. The story moved along and the plot developed. I felt like I was getting to really understand what motivated the actions of each man.

However, interspersed with these moments was way too much sex that did little more than make the storyline stutter and sometimes halt altogether. I understood the need to establish their D/s relationship, but one or two scenes would have been enough. I needed to see this love develop—perhaps read more of the backstory of how these two got to where they were. Instead, there was a lot of sex interspersed with some really thought provoking inner dialogue. I really wished for more substance and less sex.

Constant suffered from just a bit too much action in the bedroom, and not enough interaction between the two men outside that venue. However, it is apparent that Megan Slayer can write realistic and interesting characters, and that alone will bring me back to check out more of this author’s writing.



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Lost in the Borderlands

A Traveler’s Guide (From the forthcoming DMP Guidebook ©Pop Cherry2015)

If you’re reading this, you’re probably wondering what happened after you sat down in that swivel chair at your local tat shop as a happily buzzing drill delivered the first line of ink to your skin. I’m willing to bet you thought the shiny new tribal design your tattooist talked you into was just a configuration of swanky lines that don’t mean anything at all in the grand scheme of things.

You probably figured the ink he used wasn’t at all enchanted in any way, and wouldn’t alter your electromagnetic vibrational matrix then deliver you to a chasm in the planet that you’d have to fight like hell to get out of? It’s not like Magick exists, right? Shifters and necromancers and genetic-altered hybrids like Noxics are just a product of some overworked writer’s imagination. It’s not like there’s a real way to get stuck in the acid-torn world they’re all a part of, is there?

If I might ask, did you by any chance read the last line on the waiver your not-so-trusty tattooist made you sign?

I’m betting you didn’t.

You should have.

Magick does exist, and that overworked writer who penned the tales of the Borderlands? She works for a secret branch of interdimensionalists tracking the wily Dr. Deveaux. Look, don’t be alarmed. We can get you out of this bind, but we’re going to need you to do a few things for us while you’re there. Yes we. We’ll get to all the “who we are” and why we’re helping you once you make it to the Night Train.

Here’s what you’ll need to stick into your memory slots while you navigate your way to said Night Train. You’ll hear some things about that particular rail, but there’s a hidden room in there that will get you out of the acid-torn borderlands if you know where to look (see the attached map if it hasn’t been confiscated, destroyed, or stolen by the wrong sorts…).

Before you get there, get the following through your disoriented head (the confusion of the trip will wear off in an hour or so, hold tight):

Beware the Nymphs 

Nymphs sound like cute, fuzzy waifs, scantily clad and nice to look at. Maybe even glittering with sparkling glitter and waving a magical wand, yeah? Not in the Borderlands, okay? Remember that. They’re an infusing species. That means, like Noxics (we’ll get to that), they can and will make you into one of them. And while sex and rock ‘n’ roll are fun for the first few thousand years, we’re willing to bet it gets old after awhile. Steer clear.

Sometimes The Necromancers Are Your Friends 

Necs catch a very bad rap, but there’s not a lot to be done about that while the ruling magicians need a scapegoat, so… don’t get caught being “too” friendly with them, or their enemies will probably become your enemies. As you might guess, their enemies are some of the worst. Incidentally, necromancers are usually all-around good people with a healthy does of reverence for the ancestors and those who’ve passed on.

The Noxics Are Always Recruiting

They’re fast, there’s no official cure or immunization for the infection, or any developed, magical death blow, yet. Pack potions. Study your magic guide. If you see them, run. But if you can hide, make it a good spot so you aren’t forced to join their gangly, menacing crew.

The Magicians In The Tower Probably Won’t Help You 

These jokers will give you the run around, unless you come from a prestigious magical family or have some sort of genius-level skill they can exploit. Simply put: They’re not your friends. Don’t let them get in your head. DO raid the conference rooms if you wind up visiting the tower. Lots of goodies in there, and they don’t keep inventory on that sector.

Collect As Many Magically Charged Items As You Can 

Magic is hard on the Border, so most magicians store it in trinkets. The one who collects the most items, may not “win,” but he or she will have a leg to stand on in the trading boothes, and needed protections if troubles comes sniffing around – and no one robs them of their goods.

Read Dr.Deveaux’s Contracts Carefully

And then, don’t sign them. You might not realize it, but he’s part of the reason you’re in this bind in the first place (more on that later)..

For further guidance, take it from a rogue wolf and an Enforcer who have tons of experience in the Borders (their account’s been “fictionalized” to protect the innocent in ‘BorderLine’, but all the juicy bits and cautionary notes await):


DMP-Borderline-LgTxtBlurb: In an acid-torn world, the plight of one rogue wolf surviving on the resources he gathers on runs across perilous, rover-infested borders is to live another day and find the ring the deranged Dr. Deveaux has promised a life-altering payment for. Getting caught by the Enforcer’s cronies does not fall into the plans, nor does the betrayal of his own heart as he finds himself pining for the severe Alpha, when he’s put through the remaking process all rogues who’ve left their packs are subjected to.

Now made to identify as the Enforcer’s “Little Wolf,” can Nor finish the job while he’s locked in the compound? Does he even want to? And how does he contend with the feelings Saren Lash stirs in him, when he’s not even sure the region’s commander feels them, too?

An intensely steamy, paranormal, bdsm m/m romance set in the borders of a post-apocalyptic world struggling for hope.

Buy Links: LoveLight Press | Amazon US


Even love can undo a breaker of men.

When a rogue wolf is dropped to the tiles of Saren Lash’s hall, the alpha Enforcer has no idea how quickly the shifter he intends to break and remold will turn the tables. Can the unyielding Enforcer resist the increasing press of the defiant rogue’s fire and beauty, or will he wind up remaking himself as he attempts to subdue the wild runner?

Nor has no intention of becoming a toy for Tek’s pack, no matter how glacial the Enforcer Lash may be. He’s always lived his life his own way and refuses to change that now. Can he withstand the Enforcer’s impact on his mind during the remaking process? And if he finds himself growing fond of the Enforcer, can he be sure the idea is actually his own?


Excerpt: This would be the first breaking that I secretly feared might break me, as well. I’d never wanted to keep any of the others like I wanted to possess him. If Tek sent part of the pack to come collect him, I knew in my heart that I would stall and do everything in my power to distract from the request.

Such was a forbidden drive for an enforcer.

Completely off of protocol.

Maybe even… unjust. I knew the laws and the purposes for them better than most. Haunted as I was by this sweet rogue’s beauty, I could send him to another hall, another enforcer. Someone who could be trusted to break him properly, so he could be remade and reincorporated into his pack.

Yet, my gaze poured over him like one who’d already been drawn into the binds of a lover.

I found him elegant in his discomfort. Supple and prone. A beautiful nymph of a man.

It spurned me on to make full use of him.

My cock grew uncomfortably tight beneath my robes as I observed him.

“Lower his ties.”

My voice held the steel it was meant to. That was the way of all Enforcers, delegating what was to be done from a firm, seemingly unmovable seat. But, oh, how this man moved me, despite what I was ordered to do to him in obeisance with the law.

The attendants lowered the binds and reaffixed them, quickly stepping away from us, their eyes avoiding me like they clearly read my intentions. I would not waste time wondering whether or not they approved.

I never did.

They had no vote in the matter.

“On your knees, Little Wolf.”

My command was sudden, but Nor obeyed, his gait near-faltering as his knees touched to the hard surface of the exhibition room tiles. He lifted his eyes to me then, and I was instantly lost in them, my balls swollen with desire.

Could he see how he affected me?

I hoped not. I did not know if I would ever be ready for that. Drawing myself up, I recalled the old dictum: Mastery over discomfort.

Especially by the hand who doles it out so consistently.

I realized the ridiculousness of it, the irony of being reduced to this feeling of uncertainty by a mere rogue, a young, foolish wolf, at that.

“Take your prize, Little Wolf.”

I watched his eyes darken hearing my command, understanding my meaning in the instant. His prize, indeed. Leaning in to gently part my robes with an almost instinctual reverence, Nor parted his lush lips in obeisance and flicked my cock with his tongue, wet and soft as it grazed my length, searching at first until finally offering full supplication.

I bit back a hiss when his fevered lips surrounded the crown of my shaft, the sweet heaven of his tongue inching over my length in slow measurement until his mouth closed around me with a masterful draw that I swore made the world disappear from around us.


Author BioAbout the Author: Pop Cherry is a lover of paranormal adventures, magical heroes, and unusual creatures. The ‘Dark Moon Pack: Borderline’ series releasing through LoveLight press slow simmers these elements and draws you into a world of intrigue, apocalyptic power plays, and very special, lost ties that completely redefine its heroes in deeply challenging ways.

Pop Cherry’s unisex (m/m, m/m/f, m/f/m, and m/f) erotic romance books contain very steamy, and sometimes heavily erotic romance content woven into adrenalin-spiking plotlines that focus on adventure, danger, and the triumph that carries its heroes and heroines through it all to the heart-throbbing HEA at each story’s end.

2 Stars, Erotica, JMS Books LLC, Reviewed by Taz, Short Story, Wayne Mansfield

Review: An Island, Lost by Wayne Mansfield

Title: An Island, Lost

Author: Wayne Mansfield

Publisher: JMS Books

Pages/Word Count: 42 Pages

At a Glance: I feel this author tried to accomplish too much in the short amount of space he used for the story.

Reviewed By: Taz

Blurb: Clint is travelling on a small Cessna Citation over the Pacific. When the plane hits a pocket of turbulence, he is wrenched from his nap and plunged into a nightmare. The plane plummets into the ocean.

Clint and one other passenger, a man named Carlos, survive. The hulk of the plane sinks, leaving them adrift with no land in sight. They fight to stay alive, but thirst and exhaustion overtake them.

Purely by luck Clint finds himself washed ashore on a mysterious island. But where is Carlos? Did sharks get him? Did he drown? With survival foremost in his mind Clint finds clean water and fruit and a safe place to rest.

Then Clint discovers the island is inhabited by other castaways, men who have been washed ashore on this unknown island over the years. One of the men is Andy, with whom Clint falls in love.

Only much later does he discover Carlos’s fate, along with the fact that the island has more secrets to reveal. One that could cost him his life.


Review: Every once in a while I choose a short story, somewhere between 10K – 20K words, mostly during the summer, as an enjoyable and quick read. An Island, Lost is one such book and was a first for me from author Wayne Mansfield.

This story opens with one of the best hooks you can imagine. A plane crash and the protagonist is one of only two survivors. I had high hopes for the story, but it quickly fell short of my expectations once it got going. The relationship with Alan was hot, and I enjoyed it, but when confessions of love were made, I had a hard time connecting to the strength of their emotions.

The lone woman on the island, who’d been banned from the male village because of her vampiric tendencies (although she’s never called a vampire) seemed a contrived conflict, placing Clint, our main character, in harm’s way. As quickly as the conflict arises, it is resolved (which makes sense in a story of just over 10,000 words).

In short, I feel this author tried to accomplish too much in the short amount of space he used for the story. Had this been about a man who crashed, landed on an island, and found love (with lots of smexy scenes woven in) I would have enjoyed it more. Or, if the conflict had been more about Clint struggling with his fate and then accepting it in the end, I might have found the story a bit easier to digest.

As it is, this story was not for me. Although I did have to cover myself when reading the sex scenes so as not to embarrass myself or anyone around me.



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5 Stars, Audio Book, BDSM/Kink/Erotica, Dreamspinner Press, Narration Rating, Narration Rating - 5 Stars, Reviewed by Pia, SJD Peterson

Audio Review: Pony by SJD Peterson – Narrated by Rusty Topsfield

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Title: Pony (Guards of Folsom: Book Three)

Author: SJD Peterson

Narrator:: Rusty Topsfield

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Run Time: 7 Hours, 13 Minutes

At a Glance: I’m new to the wonderful world of audiobooks, and I think Rusty Topsfield did a great job narrating Pony.

Reviewed By: Pia

Blurb: Grant Maxwell, aka Max, wakes to find his coffeepot has died in the night. Not one who can start his day without his favorite brew, he heads to the local coffee shop. Max finds something even more appealing than caffeine in the form of twenty-six-year-old hottie Aiden James. For the first time in his life, well-established, confident and respected Dom Max finds himself sputtering and unsure in the face of Aiden’s charms.

Aiden lives with three roommates, works a dead-end job, and isn’t sure where his life is heading. That is until he meets Max. Max introduces him to a foreign yet intriguing lifestyle, and they soon discover they have something more than mutual attraction in common.

A shared kink is one thing, but Aiden’s past vanilla sexual experiences as well as his fear of losing himself in Max may keep Aiden from experiencing his fantasy. Max has an obstacle of his own to overcome. He must somehow figure out how to help Aiden explore his submissive side when, for the first time in his life, he’s head over heels in love.


Review: Pony is the third book in SJD Peterson’s Guards of Folsom series, and while the series on a whole is full of strong, sexy Doms and their boys, Pony is my favourite of the books, and I very much enjoyed all seven hours and thirteen minutes worth of listening to it.

In it we meet Grant “Max” Maxwell, successful and confident Dom, and Aiden, the young barista who Max definitely wants to make his. We get to tag along with our MCs as they explore Aiden’s introduction to the D/s lifestyle, and Max’s struggle to balance the wants and needs of his relationship. Plus, it was nice to hear snippets of characters from books past, and see how life is treating them.

I’m new to the wonderful world of audiobooks, and I think Rusty Topsfield did a great job narrating Pony. However, it took a while for me to really get into the book because of the way Max’s voice sounded. Don’t get me wrong, there wasn’t anything wrong with it, it just wasn’t how Max sounded to me when I read the book.

That aside, though, I love sexy manlove, and getting to hear it in this book was a big win!


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Eden Winters, Giveaways, Wilde City Press

Guest Post and Giveaway: The Butt Riders on the Range Blog Tour With Eden Winters

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The Novel Approach welcomes Eden Winters today, on the Butt Riders on the Range blog tour. Enjoy Eden’s guest post, then be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below for the chance to win an e-copy of one of the previously published Butt-Thologies (titles and links can be found in Eden’s article).

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Confessions of a Butt Rider…

I’ve a confession to make. Last year I became a Butt Ninja. This year I’m a Butt Rider. How does one become a Butt Ninja or Butt Rider, you ask?

Well, it all started at a little convention in Atlanta, Georgia, called Outlantacon, and an invitation from fellow authors Shae Connor and J.P. Barnaby to come on down!

Little did I know where this innocent-sounding invite would lead.

At the convention I met authors I’d first read in my early days as a M/M reader, when I’d consumed gay romance novels like Skittles: T.C. Blue, Angelia Sparrow, and Kiernan Kelly. I also met a man of fantastic wit and mad blogging skills (and a hilariously entertaining wardrobe of witty T-shirts), Kage Alan.

Now it seems these folks, along with Shae, were involved in a panel when an idea was hatched, an anthology called Butt Pirates in SpaceYou haven’t lived until you’ve heard Kiernan say the title, complete with hand motions.

I read the book, laughed so hard I cried, and was thrilled the next year when I was asked to join them in their next project: Butt Ninjas From Hell. Also joining the roster wereJevocas Green, Ally Blue, and J.P. Barnaby. Next up was Butt Babes in Boyland, a Christmas anthology, and now Butt Riders on the Range, published April 29.



Do you imagine blazing gun battles, bandits, and saloons with watered-down drinks when you think of cowboys and the West? We don’t. Our minds go right to horse shifters, bull shifters, were-leopards, urban wannabes, an interrupted journey along Route 66, a man of mystery named Dr. Feel-Good, and high noon at the edge of the galaxy! The fourth time’s the charm as the Butt-Thology authors saddle up, ride their men hard, and put ‘em away wet.

Butt Riders on the Range…the bulls aren’t the only ones being grabbed by the horns!


What’s next? Who knows? But you can bet it’s going to be fun.

My contribution to Butt Riders on the Range is Hooves and Horns, the tale of two rodeo riders who might be more than they seem:

Bull riding champion Kerry Abrams hoped to never see “Diablo” again. He’s the only man to ever successfully ride the beast eight seconds, but Diablo probably says that to all the cowboys.

Armando Castillo’s tired of being told what to do. It’s him and Kerry the rodeo fans come to see, but family prejudices have cost Armando a man who fights as hard as he loves. Time for a little a scheming and planning to win Kerry back, and show his family he’s through with their bullshit, or rather, bull shit. 

And he doesn’t moo during sex. He really doesn’t.

Pick up your copy of Butt Riders on the Range at Wilde City Press.


Eden WintersAlso by Eden Winters: The Diversion series. Look for the next installment, Redemption, Summer of 2015.

Eden Winters was captivated young by storytelling, and her earliest memories include spinning tales for the family’s pets. Her dreams of writing professionally took a sojourn into non-fiction, with a twelve-year stint in technical documentation.

She began reading GLBT novels as a way to better understand the issues faced by a dear friend and fell in love with the M/M romance genre. During a discussion of a favorite book, a fellow aficionado said, “We could do this, you know.”

Good-bye gears, motors, and other authors’ characters; hello plots and sex scenes. This has resulted in such prize-winning stories as Settling the Score, The Angel of Thirteenth Street, Naked Tails, The Wish, Duet, and the Diversion series.

Somewhat of a nomad, Eden has visited seven countries so far. She currently calls the southern US home, and many of her stories take place in the rural South. Having successfully raised two children, she now balances the day job with hiking, rafting, spoiling her grandchildren, and stalking the wily falafel or elusive tofu pad Thai at her favorite restaurants. Her musical tastes run from Ambient to Zydeco, and she’s a firm believer that life is better with fur kids and Harley Davidsons.

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Review: Jock Auction by Alex Pendragon

Title: Jock Auction

Author: Alex Pendragon

Publisher: Loose Id

Pages/Word Count: 264Pages

At a Glance: There were some things in Jock Auction that rubbed me the wrong way, but the writing and character development is good.

Reviewed By: Lana

Blurb: Sexy high-school footballer Kyle has two big blind-spots: first, he assumes he’s straight, and second, he doesn’t know quite how much his shy, geeky classmate Craig lusts after him. When the two are thrown together after a charity slave auction, however, how incredible the sex is turns out to be hard to miss. Problem is, Kyle’s awakened sexuality is on a collision course with his hot teammates, and not everyone in his conservative Midwestern town is quite so open-minded.

When Kyle unexpectedly gets up close and personal with another closeted jock, and realizes in the process that there’s more than just teenage hormones between himself and Craig, he’s faced with a choice: walk away, or fight for what until now he didn’t know he wanted. Meanwhile, Craig is learning that there’s more to his appetite for athletic guys than playing the meek submissive, and Kyle’s mea-culpa arrives right on time for him to explore some of the kinks he never knew he had.

Hard bodies meet even harder truths as two very different guys discover that, while you can buy someone’s time, you still have to win their heart.


Review: Jock Auction is a hot and dirty tale of awakening teenage sexuality, and discovering who you are and what you want. This is just the type of story that I love to read. I enjoyed it, but one little thing kept me from total immersion.

The action takes place in high school. A jock and a twink get thrown together at a charity event. The twink, Craig, buys Kyle, the jock, and you can probably guess the rest. Craig confesses his attraction to straight boy Kyle, and Kyle, just for fun, decides to play a little with Craig. Kyle doesn’t do it maliciously, just for a laugh, but the tables get turned and he realizes that he likes what he and Craig are doing.

The scene started out with the boys talking, and then Craig kissing Kyle. Kyle is not averse to it, even taking it further because he gets turned on by Craig being turned on. Their interactions from the beginning are hot and steamy, as you can just imagine what two horny eighteen-year-olds can get up to. This was all good for me, but then it went a bit south. Now, here’s the big BUT—there was not once any mention of condoms or any talk about using them or not using them. I get that this is fiction and there shouldn’t be any preaching or downers, i.e., stopping and putting on a condom, but for me this just didn’t work. These boys were not a couple, it was their first time, and to me, there was absolutely no reality in no condoms. To top it off, later on Kyle has sex with another boy and again, no condoms and no mention of them. This just rubbed me the wrong way, and I was cringing throughout the story. This totally broke the fantasy for me.

Apart from that, the writing was very good, good character development and good supporting cast. The sex is hot and borders on some Dom/sub stuff. But again, the whole condom thing was a big distraction for me.

Jock Auction is not a typical coming-out story. It’s worth a try if you’re in the mood for something different.


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Guest Post, Excerpt, and Giveaway: Making Men by Sam Standish

Making Men

The Novel Approach welcomes author Sam Standish today to chat a bit about Making Men, his new novel from Wilde City Press. Enjoy the tease Sam’s offered, then be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below to enter for the chance to win an e-copy of the book.

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Get on Twitter, they said. A handsome author spent an entire dinner telling me. A blogger who I know knows what she’s talking about trumpeted it on Facebook: Get on Twitter! No excuses!

So I am now @MakingmenSam, because I wrote a homoerotic novel called Making Men. (I will shortly explain that title.) I began by following writers and readers of gay erotica and romance. Soon I was followed in turn not only by fellow writers but by purveyors of gay porn. I followed them back, and I reaped the harvest: an overwhelming collection of longer, thicker, harder, beefier, more ripped (and sometimes more PhotoShopped) bodies. Sometimes photos just of dicks. How many do I need? How many gifs of sucking and fucking and ejaculating? I hurriedly posted or retweeted the hunks I liked best—not for their dicks but usually for their smiles—and I moved on. That would get the minimal level of attention and keep me in the game. In the process, however, I betrayed myself and my book.

How? My book is not about well-hung hunks. It is, subtly, a paean to ordinary guys and how they are made, how they are realized, as men. If you’ve read the book, at first you might scratch your head. What’s so ordinary about guys who fuck as wildly and constantly as my characters do? But that’s the world I made for them. In my book, men live to fuck. I wanted the sexy thing about them to be their mix of ease, frankness, passion, endurance and emotional as well as physical nakedness. Looks? Well, they find one another beautiful. About their bodies I say little, though, except when those bodies are accomplishing sexual communion. Cocks and balls are worshipped for what they are, but size is not mentioned. The most memorable references to size come from characters who worry that they are “not big enough.” But we told how big they are. Those characters’ anxieties—and readers’ anxieties about them, perhaps—are resolved in other ways. What makes these men are not muscles or cocks, rather, there have a purity, an aspiration, a humility, and a tender and attentive caring that cause them to offer their bodies in a certain way. These men are made by and in acts of love. They are made by other men who love both themselves and their partners in copulation, fully and unself-consciously. As mentioned, these guys are humble. They revel in their masculinity, but they do not think they are hot stuff. Even as they fuck wildly, they bow to other things.

I made my men this way because I like to find the extraordinary in the ordinary. I get great pleasure from sexy regular guys. If you practice, finding those guys, and finding that quality in them, becomes easy. Capturing those guys and that quality is more difficult. Sexy regular guys almost by definition don’t know they are sexy. Get them to pose and they lose the heart-melting quality. They may acquire a veneer of defensiveness. I hate to spoil a whole category of photo for you, but have you ever thought about why guys are photographed with hard-ons? It would seem obvious. Hard is sexy, because the hard man in the picture is about to… What? Not actually give you anything. Just show you something. He only got hard to be photographed. He is not necessarily even excited. He has erected (deliberate word choice) a barrier to keep you out and maintain his solitary godliness. I’m much more into pictures—candid shots especially—of guys naked but soft. Their vulnerability and their potential, the thought of what their strong but vulnerable selves might do, excites me more than the hard-on, confident of the Pavlovian response it will get. (I will admit to liking one kind of hard-on pic—the pointing-straight-up-all-on-its-own kind.)

I find my regular guys online searching offbeat, amateur tumblrs like Naked Regular Guys, Regular Guys, Naked, neither of which is to be confused with the inferior, in my opinion, Regular Guys Naked (with no comma, and yes, those are three entirely different tumblrs, though these sites have crossover). There’s also Normal Guys, Guys of All Shapes & Sizes, Dorky and Fuzzy, the highly specialized Soft Cut Dick Only and many more. In short, someone else has this penchant for everyday guys caught in what at least seem like unguarded moments. Guys who are not professional show-offs.

Some of these tumblrs, being not rigorously moderated, have occasional professional photos of ripped and hung guys. Or guys who are one but not the other. (Big dicks are adorable on ordinary guys who are proud of them but don’t know quite what to do but stand there; small dicks on total studs are even more adorable.) And yes, along the way you will have to scroll past guys who are trying their best but are just not into it. But even they should have their day. And then there’s the sweet spot: the not-hunk, at ease, having fun, maybe caught unawares, maybe snapped by a boyfriend. Adorable reality. A naked young man jumping off a dock. Men with great big, super-sweet smiles who just happen not to be well-endowed. Men who maybe are well-endowed, but who would rather it make no difference. They are just enjoying their nakedness. They are caught adorably between exhibitionism and self-consciousness. Regular guys whose instinct is to smile, not sneer, for the camera.

I’d now like to share with you now is my own personal collection of mental snapshots of regular guys in regular but sexy moments. This is a challenge. The qualities of such pictures, actual or mental, are hard enough for a camera or a human eye to capture. Can their sexiness survive transmutation into words? Well, that was the challenge of Making Men, of writing any erotica. So here we go:

My friend Cal sprawled naked on the bed in my room playing strip poker. Cal is handsome but not so concerned with it. He does not see himself belonging to or upholding the show-offy obligations of a favored class of guys. To him, what’s in his heart is far more important. He suggested the strip poker to be close to me, I am certain. At the moment he’s not even thinking about being naked but about which cards he’ll play. He has a halfway erection and doesn’t care that I see. He trusts me. The swelling of his cock, stimulated by his nakedness and our closeness, is a pleasure he can enjoy with me there, though we will do nothing about it. He will soon win a hand and slip his BVDs back on.

All of crowding into my friend Dan’s room in college. For some reason, Dan is going to enact the initial steps of shooting up. Tying off the rubber hose, etc. maybe we’re all doing it and it’s his turn. Dan is a sweet, gentle, intelligent and accepting soul. I have never before thought of him as sexy, per se. He is not buffed. His face, while adorable, while it speaks of home to me, is not traditionally handsome. His pajama sleeve won’t roll up to allow him to tie the hose. So he takes off his pajama top. And suddenly, from out of nowhere, I could just melt. His big grin, the sudden stripping, the fact that his torso is not buffed. Suddenly not-so-sexy Dan is the man of my dreams. And I have to leave the room.

Finally, just the other day, a friend’s husband took such complete and tender and attentive care of their child for an entire afternoon that, even though dad and baby were present much of the time, I and my friend felt perfectly free to talk business and personal matters for as long as we liked. He was a wonder to watch, so thoughtful and absorbed, and though ordinary by magazine-cover standards, he was beautiful for that afternoon.

So there they are: some of my regular guys and how I experienced them. I hope you will read Making Men and experience some more guys just doing their best, enjoying their lives and they bodies and one another. And thank you, for allowing me to sound off a bit today.

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XO sam


MakingMen_cvr_100dpi-210x330Blurb: Three passionate men. Tony and Kevin are older and have learned to give, body and soul, till it hurts. Into their lives comes another young man, wanting desperately to give and to take all he can. Together these three will reach heights they never imagined. And each will discover for himself where he has to go next. This is a tale of devotion and transcendence. A tale of young male bodies. A tale unlike any other you have ever read.

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Excerpt: Tony whispered in the boy’s ear, “Easy,” and he pressed in again with his finger. The boy winced. That Tony caressed his hair and kissed him and said, “Easy,” made it worse. He should not feel pain, given such reassurance. Yet, why would the ritual include reassurance, if a greater pain were not to come?

“Now do me,” Tony said. “Lube me and finger me.”

With Tony still feeling his way inside him, the boy reached around and dug between his uncle’s cheeks with slick fingers and prodded at the man’s center. His finger sank in, and he felt the strength of Tony’s hole and the slick, shitty warmth inside of him.

“That’s right,” Tony said, crushing the boy close and holding his head as gently as he’d hold a newborn’s. “We’re in this together.” The boy’s heart swelled so that he abruptly put two fingers to the hilt into his uncle and did not care if the long moan that vibrated against his chest was pleasure or pain and did not care that, as Tony sank his own finger deeper, it caused as much pain as pleasure. At that moment, the pain became a pleasure, a gift of sensation. “You okay?” Tony asked.

“Yeah,” the boy promised sweetly, and they continued to snuggle and work each other’s messy insides.The boy thought of the length and girth and insistence of his uncle’s penis up inside him and the flood of seed. The desires of that organ were the touchstone of the boy’s life. Now he felt it closer and more demanding than ever.It pressed against him, insistent and blindly driven. How could he open enough to satisfy it? What would he have to give up? Would enduring pain suffice, or would something essential in his heart have to give way? For now, Tony seemed content to work his insides with a single finger, a tender, rhythmic gesture that felt like the most loving the

boy had ever known.

“You’re so sweet!” Tony panted. The boy enjoyed being spread; he held his leg high. He wished he could open right up the middle, so Tony could thrust that flesh column right up between his lungs and heart and lodge the seed there. For now, though, he concentrated his desire for his uncle into the two fingers being beseeched by Tony’s anus, clutching and unclutching like a heart beating with a sheer love of life. The boy shut his eyes and matched the rhythm of his fingers in Tony to Tony’s rhythm in him. He worked his way inside Tony to the exact location Tony had found in him. Thus, with a gasp, he felt the same love Tony bore was his to give to Tony. He pushed his finger deeper, seeking an even more tender part of his lover, a spot no man had truly touched yet. Maybe a part of Tony was still virginal, and the boy could deflower it. Maybe the idea was to be a virgin every time. Every time you did anything.

Tony took his nephew’s deeper probing as a cue to dig deeper in return. While the boy felt a breathtaking twinge, he accepted the sensation, and he rubbed his face on Tony’s shoulder and chest and whimpered.

Huskily Tony said, “Now, let’s try with my cock.”


Author Bio: SAM STANDISH lives on the edge of a dark forest by a mighty river. Making Men is his first novel.

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3 Stars, Bold Strokes Books, Erotica, Reviewed by Rena, Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Urban Fantasy, Simon Hawk

Review: Blackthorn by Simon Hawk

Title: Blackthorn

Author: Simon Hawk

Publisher: Bold Strokes Books

Pages/Word Count: 240 Pages

At a Glance: While I hesitate to recommend this book to romance fans, I’ll gladly do so to fans of erotic gay fiction.

Reviewed By: Rena

Blurb: Rian Blackthorn’s Gypsy and Elven heritage have earned him the title Master of the Hall of Swords in the realm of Brystyn. There, eighteen-year-old Rian has been training boys in the Ways of the Blade. However, his most promising student, Prince Corin, has fallen deeply in love with him. Already pledged to an Elven Prince of the Vale of Seven Rivers, Rian has managed to keep Corey at bay for the past two years. But when the prince’s journal of erotic writings is delivered to Rian, he discovers a conspiracy that may result in Corey’s death. And when Corey is abducted by Will the Wizard of Winterwood, a sexual deviant, Rian’s love for Corey is slowly awakened. And if by life or death, he can save him, he most certainly will.


Review: The premise of Simon Hawk’s fantasy novel certainly has a lot of promise – that it’s an erotic fantasy can be a plus, depending on the reader’s preferences. Once I started reading it, I quickly understood what kind of erotic fiction it is, i.e., that it’s more along the lines of a James Lear novel, for instance, than what gay erotic romance readers might be familiar with. That’s not a bad thing by any stretch. I’ve read a few erotic gay novels before and found some to be either cheeky or campy fun, depending on the writers. With Blackthorn, the fantasy setting caught my attention, and I wanted to see how plot and erotic elements worked together.

To an extent, they complement each other in that in a fantasy world, it’s quite liberating seeing different characters enjoy each other in scenes that run the gamut – from wildly erotic to bizarre (the mad prince’s sex romps) to touching, at least after the fact (Tannen’s erotic dream spell on Rian). The sexual traditions within certain races, and the open relationships everyone has with each other, make logical sense within the context of the world Hawk has created, even with certain groups harboring extreme prejudice against homosexuality.

Unfortunately, that’s really where the erotic elements end insofar as their effect on the overall story’s concerned. The difficulty I had with the book was the way the sex seemed to override the plot itself. I reckon the rate of sex scenes would be around 1-2 per chapter, and they tended to make the story come to a full stop every time, to the point where I ended up forgetting who’s who, what’s what, and where I was once the story picked up again at the beginning of the next chapter.

There’s certainly a great deal more attention placed on the sex scenes, as far as details go, from what I’ve seen. The setting and characters overall, both major and minor, are very vaguely drawn, and readers are left to depend on more generic physical descriptions (everyone has long hair) of people and places, which, to me, doesn’t work very well in grounding the story to its world and giving it its unique edge. The language used, particularly during sex, is inconsistent in that characters speak anachronistically modern phrases – I remember one character crying out, “Oh, my God!” – while in non-sexual scenes, the dialogue tends to be a little more fantasy-like with its slightly formal sentence structure.

And the plot is pretty complex, which could’ve benefitted from that extra attention. As it stands, I often found myself confused about different races or tribes coming together against a common enemy – and especially the reasons behind certain animosities. A number of the characters also go by nicknames, some of which are close enough for me to completely lose track of which name refers to whom (Shadow vs. Sparrow, for instance). And as noted, it doesn’t help that sex scenes cut off the action abruptly and go on for a number of pages, and I’m forced to skip forward in order to catch up.

It’s because of this generalized treatment of individual characters that relationships also don’t materialize as I’d hoped. There’s a romantic relationship between Tannen and Rian, for instance, but we don’t really see that because they spend most of the book apart from each other, and when they’re together, they have lots of sex that really echoes every other character’s sex scenes. If Rian realizes he’s in love with Corin (or Corey), it’s also not terribly convincing as he has lots of sex with Corin in addition to everyone else. As far as I could see, anyway, there’s really nothing setting any of those intimate moments (between Rian and Corin) apart from everyone else that indicates a deeper connection between them. I can say the same thing regarding any regular interaction between the two, besides Rian protecting or saving Corin from Will’s lusty clutches.

So anyone who hopes to enjoy some sense of romance might find him/herself disappointed in this regard.

There are quite a few shadows of Tolkien throughout the book that I found to be rather cheeky touches. Helm’s Deep comes to mind as well as Bilbo’s line about not seeing dragons during his birthday party. Whether or not they were intentional, I still found myself chuckling and nodding when I read those passages.

In the end, while I hesitate to recommend this book to romance fans, I’ll gladly do so to fans of erotic gay fiction. Even though the erotic elements don’t merge smoothly enough with the book’s plot, there’s still some fun to be had, seeing certain fantasy tropes – such as those mystical, dignified elves – turned on their heads with a great deal of winking and nudging.

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3 Stars, BDSM/Kink/Erotica, Heidi Cullinan, Reviewed by Sammy, Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Urban Fantasy, Wilde City Press

Review: The Devil Will Do by Heidi Cullinan

Title: The Devil Will Do

Author: Heidi Cullinan

Publisher: Wilde City Press

Pages/Word Count: 126 Pages

At a Glance: While The Devil Will Do is well written kink, I felt it lacked the needed bones to make it a fully developed story.

Reviewed By: Sammy

Blurb: In a land unforgiving of indulgent, dangerous sex, merchantman Eryn does his best to keep his desires in the dark…until the plight of a beautiful prince leads him out of the shadows and into adventures both sensual and terrible.

Capture, curse, and torture litter Eryn’s road to true love, along with carnal delights beyond his most wicked imaginings. His strengths and limitations are exposed—and the hard truth, that nothing holds him back more than the monster of self-loathing in his heart. Prince Wyn might be everything he’s dreamed of in a man—and master—but before Eryn can accept the exquisitely wicked affections of his one true love, he must first save himself…from himself.

This novella was originally published under the title Sweet Son and has been significantly revised.


Review: The Devil Will Do is a case where the blurb essentially gives you the only synopsis needed for this novel. To tell you much more about Eryn and his journey would be to give away too much of the plot—what little there was in this story. Written more like a long short story, we are not privy to much about the world Eryn lives in other than it is restrictive and not favorable in any way to a person who finds themselves drawn to the same sex when it comes to romance. Therefore, Eryn must hide his natural tendencies and this is further compounded by the fact that Eryn loves kink—humiliation, gang rape, orgasm denial, being used and, yes, in many ways, abused, for pleasure’s sake. Our pseudo-hero draws the line at being physically whipped or beaten, and is not one to seek pain to help him gain his sexual release. But there is little else Eryn does not crave.

So when he is visited in his dreams by the specter of a gorgeous prince who is fleeing from the evil that threatens his palace, Eryn is torn in two. He desires so greatly to save this man, Prince Wyn, but knows deep in his heart that he is unworthy—a perverted soul who is weak and cowardly. Despite how Eryn may feel, those who would see Prince Wyn as rightful heir and safe from harm take it upon themselves to make Eryn see that the darker desires he lusts after do not make him unworthy—the only enemy Eryn must conquer is that of his own self-condemning mind in order to save his prince.

Heidi Cullinan delivers a very dark and twisted tale of finding yourself and loving your whole person so, in turn, you can be loved by others and find your happy ever after. It should be noted that the author warns us she felt she had to go big or go home and once stated, she does just that. You will be hard pressed to find more humiliation kink in any other source than in this novel. Eryn thrives on being subjugated and used, gang rape and verbal taunts that are abusive in their nature are the things on which he thrives, but he is so disgusted by his needs that he feels he resembles little more than a perverted monster.

The kink here is done well and is incredibly inventive. The number of ways the author finds to force sex on a willing Eryn is to be applauded—truly, this is an incredible novel for those who are into humiliation and the idea of dubious consent—which only has the appearance of reluctant agreement on Eryn’s part since we find out how much he craves being “forced”. So, why didn’t this novel work? I felt the place this novel fell apart was in the idea that the way in which everyone deemed Eryn should come to accept his own innate desires was by completely breaking him down and torturing his heart and mind. The idea that he would come to love himself and his need for humiliation by humiliating him till he broke just did not ring true to me.

I was confused by the way in which Eryn was whisked away and held captive by a magician in order to prove to him he liked being held captive. I am sure I do not understand the submissive psyche when it comes to BDSM, but I felt the basic idea that the submissive gives over the control was a lacking element on Eryn’s journey. By being drenched in his desire for kink, he was to be convinced it was okay to want that kink—but he was forced to admit he deserved to be satisfied—that he was worthy of his need for humiliation. This is where the novel lost me—I simply could not wrap my mind around that concept.

All in all, The Devil Will Do was a dark foray into a journey toward self-acceptance and self-love. With little more than Eryn’s journey being described, the lack of basis for his inner struggle and feelings of no self worth were diminished as we saw little of his day to day life that would support his deep seated self condemnation. This was a sexual fantasy, pure and simple, and unfortunately had little story to hold together the near constant sex scenes which proved to be the vehicle used to further the storyline. While The Devil Will Do is well written kink, I felt it lacked the needed bones to make it a fully developed story.

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Official Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Finally Fallen by Z. Allora

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Title: Finally Fallen
Series: The Dark Angels
Author: Z.Allora
Genre: Gay Erotic Romance
Publisher: Rocky Ridge Books
Publication Date: Dec. 8, 2014
Word Count: 81,000
Cover Artist: PL Nunn

Blurb: What’s the use of being a rock legend if you have no one to share the fame and fortune with? Not that Dusty Davis is looking. He’s content taking care of himself, his bandmates, and his rambunctious younger brothers. Continue reading

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Guest Post: Guns n’ Boys by K.A. Merikan


Don’t we all enjoy tales of forbidden love? While tragic endings are also appreciated, I think most readers want the couple to have a happy ending. In their own life, people usually seek stress-free relationships, but the struggle to overcome all odds in order to be together is generally seen as very romantic. Secret meetings. Whispered promises. The danger of being caught.

I enjoy both reading and writing about those scenarios. In “Guns n’ Boys”, the characters are in a situation that doesn’t allow them to express their feelings freely. Not only because of a difference in status but also because the mafia isn’t a gay-friendly environment. In the second part of book one, Domenico and Seth are forced to face the feelings that they previously denied. Upon their return to the Villani estate, the atmosphere of secrecy starts to slowly take its toll on them. Continue reading

3.5 Stars, Anthology, Cleis Press, Erotica, Reviewed by Taz, Shane Allison

Anthology Review: Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions — Edited by Shane Allison

Title: Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions

Author: Anthology – Edited by Shane Allison

Publisher: Cleis Press

Pages/Word Count: 232 Pages

Rating: 3.5 Stars

Blurb: Gay award-winning editor Shane Allison brings together a staggeringly sexy set of true stories reflecting gay life today. Men on the Make is as incredibly diverse as the culture itself, with true confessions that are revelatory, sometimes shocking, and always extremely personal. Allison’s book is a one-of-a-kind nonfiction compilation where gay men share peak experiences that are compelling and telling. As with the lauded editor’s fiction, Men on the Make features the absolute hottest, kinkiest, and most unexpected sex: sex in public, sex with a stranger, threesomes, foursomes, or moresomes. Continue reading

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Guest Post and Giveaway: Guns N’ Boys by K.A. Merikan


Religion and violence can go hand in hand. Some of the fiercest wars have been fought over differences in faith, even though most major religions claim their doctrine is one of peace. At the end of the day, religious texts are interpreted by people from all walks of life, and even criminals don’t have to be technically godless.

Some of the ceremonies performed as new members are accepted into Italian mafia organizations are rooted in Catholicism. In one of the rituals, the new mafioso stains a picture of a saint with a drop of his blood and then sets it on fire. He then proceeds to vow his allegiance to the Family as the burning picture is passed around. This symbolizes that the new member accepts the organization as an authority higher than God. Continue reading

4 Stars, BDSM/Kink/Erotica, Cleis Press, John Preston, Reviewed by Lisa

Saturday Classic: “Mr. Benson (A Novel)” by John Preston

“I’ll expect unquestioning service from you. I’ll expect you to be mine—not a trick, not a lover, not a person—just a piece of ass who happens to be my personal servant.” – Mr. Benson

Title: Mr. Benson: A Novel

Author: John Preston

Publisher: Cleis Press

Pages/Word Count: 230 Pages

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: Mr. Benson is the compelling story of a young man’s quest for the perfect master. In a West Village leather bar, he finds wealthy, sophisticated, exacting Aristotle Benson, who leads him down the path of erotic enlightenment, teaching him to accept cruelty as love, anguish as affection, and ultimately, Mr. Benson as his master. Continue reading

4.5 Stars, BDSM/Kink/Erotica, Torquere Press

Torquere Press Shows A Little Love To “Men in Uniform”

Title: Men in Uniform

Author: Anthology

Publisher: Torquere Press

Pages/Word Count: 166 Pages

Rating: 4.5 Stars

Blurb: There’s just something about a man in uniform, no matter what kind of uniform it happens to be. In “Best Laid Plans” by M. Durango, Craig gets a blast from the past when his new delivery man turns out to be his college boyfriend, Ryan. In “Seven Steps To Heaven” by Emily Moreton, stripper Steve finds that hooking up with a hot police officer is easy, but navigating what comes next, that’s the challenge. In “UPSex” by Rob Rosen, Don loves a man in uniform, especially Ernie, his brown-clad UPS man with the ample empty space in the rear of his truck. Gunshots rip through an idyllic neighborhood and soon Rick and Gabriel are combing the mountains for a kidnapped child in a search that becomes much more, in “Crossfire” by Jon Keys. Continue reading

Cleis Press, Michael Bracken, Neil Plakcy

How “Soaring” Took Off – A Guest Post And Giveaway From Michael Bracken And Cleis Press

268149_2261498423256_6153149_nI’m just old enough to have been born when there were only 48 United States, and the world I was born into is not the world I live in today. Society is changing—too fast for some of us, not fast enough for others—and things that were once taboo, hidden behind locked doors and spoken of only in hushed whispers, are now displayed in public and are part of our common discourse.

The repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is one of those changes, and when editor Neil Plakcy asked me to write a story for Active Duty, an anthology of erotic stories about the repeal’s impact on the military, I knew I wanted to be a part of his project because of the subject. Continue reading

5 Stars, Lisa Worrall, Reviewed by Lisa, White Stiletto Press

Snow, Rain, Heat, Gloom Of Night – Lisa Worrall’s “U.S. Male” Swiftly Delivers

“Even in the familiar there can be surprise and wonder.” ― Tierney Gearon

Title: U.S. Male

Author: Lisa Worrall

Publisher: White Stiletto Press

Pages/Word Count: 10 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: This short was originally in the Dreamspinner Anthology, Uniform Appeal.

Uniforms didn’t do it for Rick. A firm ass in a tight pair of jeans rang all his bells. But uniforms? Not a single tingle. At least that’s what he thought.

Then he opened the door to the new mailman…
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Brad Vance, Self-Published

Brad Vance Stops By Today To Bring You “Apollo’s Curse” And A Giveaway


TNA: Hi, Brad, thanks for being here with us today. Why don’t we start by having you tell us a little bit about yourself, things we don’t know about you but should?

Brad: Thanks for having me! I’m the bound slave of two cats, who force me to write every morning so they can keep eating that expensive Blue brand cat food and living a life of luxury! Seriously, I think the best way to get to know me is to read my books. I put a lot of myself into them. My fantasies, my interests, my experience all go into my writing.
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4 Stars, JMS Books LLC, Nico Jaye, Reviewed by Lisa

Nico Jaye Offers Up A Little Taste Of “Sex and Candy”

“Nothing is ever as good or as bad as it appears to be.” ― Jeffrey Fry

Title: Sex and Candy

Author: Nico Jaye

Publisher: JMS Books LLC

Pages/Word Count: 19 Pages

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: Lee may be in a relationship with Tony, but that little fact doesn’t stop Lee when Tony agrees to allow him one wild night of no inhibitions. With excitement thrumming through his veins, Lee finds himself letting loose at Hard Candy, a popular cruise-worthy dance club known for its sweet Candymen and even sweeter one night stands. Under the club’s pulsing lights, he meets a mysterious man in leather, and things soon get hot and heavy as Lee rediscovers his submissive side under the Dom’s firm yet loving guidance.
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