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Surfacing Secrets – Elemental Evidence Book Three – by @SadieBermingham and @BelloraQ #RAFFLECOPTER #COVERREVEAL #PREORDER #MMROMANCE #PARANORMAL

When ex-cop Jake Chivis is woken by the police and questioned about the mysterious death of his neighbor, he thinks his day can only get better. Things go from bad to worse when his lover, Mari Gale, brings him a horrific sex tape which appears to show a man being murdered. As they begin to investigate the origin of the video, nothing is as it seems. Will they find the killers before they strike again? Or will dark secrets rising to the surface in their own lives erupt and tear them apart?

Finally! The third installment of the Elemental Evidence Series is here, so when the extremely talented duo of Sadie Rose Bermingham and Bellora Quinn asked if I was interested in doing the cover reveal for Surfacing Secrets I was flattered. Of course I was interested. This is one of my favorite series and I am dying to see where the relationship between Jake Chivis and Mari Gale is going after the glimpses we got in Book Two of Mari’s sexual predilections.

If you haven’t read the first two books of Elemental Evidence, Breathing Betrayal and Burning Boundaries, I urge you to read them first before Surfacing Secrets – they are awesome!

SERIES BLURB

Former Detective Jake Chivis is a Fire Elemental who uses psychometry to see the past. Doctor Ilmarinen Gale is an Air Elemental, a human/cybernetic interface, able to infiltrate even the toughest information systems. Together they find out just how potent a combination Fire and Air can be when it comes to solving crimes.

Amid murder, conspiracy and a world that views them with suspicion, and sometimes contempt, Jake and Mari circumvent the conventional. While the police aren’t always appreciative of their methods, they can’t deny the results.

When they aren’t busy consulting for the police, figuring one another out is their next big mystery. One that proves as frustrating as it is passionate. Between hunting killers and avoiding competing government agencies that want the two of them working on their side, they just might have enough time for love.

Pre Orders for Surfacing Secrets, Elemental Evidence Book Three, via Pride Publishing, begin on January 30th, 2018, and the release date is March 13th, 2018.

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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Bellora Quinn:

Originally hailing from Detroit Michigan, Bellora now resides on the sunny Gulf Coast of Florida where a herd of Dachshunds keeps her entertained. She got her start in writing at the dawn of the internet when she discovered PbEMs (Play by email) and found a passion for collaborative writing and steamy hot erotica. Soap Opera like blogs soon followed and eventually full novels.

The majority of her stories are in the M/M genre with urban fantasy or paranormal settings and many with a strong BDSM flavour.

Sadie Rose Bermingham:

A storyteller since before she started school, Sadie also enjoys reading, photography, live music and long walks on the beach.

Sadie has worked as a bookseller, a pedigree editor for the racing industry and a local and family history researcher. Originally from the north of England, she has been working her way across the UK ever since. She currently resides on the south east coast with her long term partner, where she hopes to buy a mobile home and establish a whippet farm.

Snowed In – by @Adira_August #PreOrder #MMROMANCE #EROTICA #BDSM #Hunt&Cam4EverSeries

Snowed In – Hunt&Cam4Ever 4

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Excerpt from Snowed In:

Cam regarded Hunter seriously. “I can’t flog you, Hunter. Not like before, we talked about this.”

“I – just – you do that in sex, too, don’t you? You’re a fucking Dominant sadist.”

“Yeah. And sometime I will flog you, Hunter, trust me. And we’ll both enjoy it, in our own ways,” he said. “But not for this, not now. You need to go to the club.”

He was referring to Scene and Not Heard, the very discreet BDSM club where they had met and Hunt had knelt. Only four weeks had passed since that night, but with all they’d been through, it seemed like months.

“Why would I go to the club? I just said I was feeling peaceful and safe.”

“But you aren’t,” Cam said. “Not inside. So you started thinking about that night, about me giving you what you needed. I can’t. It would get all tangled up with feelings and sex. What we have, it’s just too fragile.”

Hunter huffed a bitter laugh. “I can’t go to the club for it, anymore, either.”

Cam frowned. “Tell me.”

Hunter sighed and shifted until his knee rested on Cam’s cast, and they were facing each other more directly.

“The Doms, most of them, it’s sexual for them. They use me to get off.” Hunt shook his head at Cam’s startled and none-too-pleased look. “No, you were the first who – it was a hard limit, no one touched my asshole.”

Cam relaxed. “I heard. You had many hard limits. You didn’t swallow, either. Why?”

“It wasn’t fair to ask them to give me what I needed, to help me get where I had to go and not give them something back. They got off on me in a lot of ways. One of them used to hold my head down and shove his dick between my chin and neck.”

“No shit? Must be the all-around rasp,” he mused. “Your 5 o’clock shadow is more an inky darkness.”

Hunter shrugged and pulled the afghan tightly around himself as the wind’s muffled howl became louder. “They came on me and over me and against me. They used my mouth. But I never swallowed. I didn’t let them in me.”

“But you did all that for me, Hunter.”

Hunt’s gut clenched in response to the intimate tone that made him stretch and fill.

“What else will you do for me?” Cam held him with a searing look and pulled his shirt off.

Hunter felt the familiar tightening in his core at the sight of Cam’s bare torso in the lamplight. He was wide and solid, his chest deep. A line of light highlighted the slope from shoulder to neck, casting a deep shadow in the hollow behind Cam’s clavicle that Hunter longed to have his tongue in.

“Anything,” Hunter answered.

“Strip.”

Snowed In is the fourth title in the award-nominated Hunt&Cam4Ever series

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Snow Falling – by @DavidsonKing11 #MMROMANCE #CRIMESYNDICATE #HOMELESS #WHODUNIT

Snow Falling by Davidson King

Rating: 4.0 stars

BLURB

After running from a past destined to kill him, Snow has been hiding on the streets.

Tell nobody your name.
Tell nobody your secrets.
Trust nobody!
These are the rules of the streets.

His entire life changes when he saves an eight-year-old boy from a violent end. Christopher Manos is one of the most powerful crime bosses in the country.

Don’t ask anyone to do something you aren’t willing to do yourself.
Secrets can get you killed.
Trust nobody!
These are the rules he lives by.

When his eight-year-old nephew disappears, he never expects the boy’s savior to end up being his own. A man with a dangerous past and a man with a dangerous future find love amidst murder and mayhem. But with Snow’s life being threatened at every turn, will Christopher’s best be enough to prevent Snow Falling.

SNOW FALLING

When I saw that Davidson King was going her debut novel I was really, really hoping that it would all work out for the best, after all not everyone can go from reviewer to author, and vice versa, but if anyone could I knew King could.

I wasn’t wrong. I was, however, wrong about the impression I got from the cover until I read the story and went ‘yup, I get it now’. The model is gorgeous, breathtakingly so, and I see now how it works with the story. Read on, you won’t be disappointed.

THE CHARACTERS

Snow:

I never loved that nickname, but that was the thing about a nickname—you rarely get to pick your own. The second I hit the streets five years ago with my white blond hair, ice blue eyes, and fair skin, people said I blended in with the snow. And no way would I give anyone my real name. That was never a safe thing to do on the streets. Especially, not for me.

Christopher:

When we came to the stone steps and I looked up, I came face to face with not only the most dangerous man in this city, but the most gorgeous. He was broad, and I could see the muscles in his arms and legs even through his expensive suit. He had midnight black hair and obsidian eyes.

THE STORY

And here’s where I was surprised. To say surprised is mild. This is a really good story! I mean, I haven’t really seen this particular mafioso trope before, although you can definitely say it is ‘the bad guy as hero’ trope and man, does it ever work for Ms. King.

Christopher Manos is the heir, and don, of House Manos, a leading crime family/syndicate in town. Christopher Manos is also the guardian of his deceased sister’s son, Simon, and while out with his bodyguard driver Simon decides he’s going to leave the SUV and go out for a stroll whilst the ill-fated bodyguard gets him ice cream. During his wandering, he’s corralled by some nefarious characters who are out to no good.

Snow has been living in the mean streets since running away from home, and his no good father who has been using him for less than honest pursuits, when he comes upon Simon as he’s being cornered by some sinister characters obviously up to no good. He manages to get Simon out of the clutches of these characters, promising to come back and stand in Simon’s stead with the leader of the gang that is trying to take advantage of Simon.

Since I don’t do spoilers, here is where the real action begins, and action it is. This is a thoroughly good story and an excellent start for a debuting author. I am thinking of at least one spin off possibility off of this story, should the author wish to go that route. Regardless, I think she’s definitely found a good style.

Enjoy!

THE WRITING

The writing was solidly good and enjoyable. There was a good flow to the story, no hiccups and WTFs; crisp and clean throughout. This author pays a good amount of attention to detail in her story lines, without inconsistencies, and I must say excellent editing. Some of the best I’ve seen.

There is definitely a good style to this debut author’s writing, an enjoyable cadence that made the story a pleasure to read.

THE AUTHOR

Davidson King, always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.

When she’s not writing you can find her blogging away on Diverse Reader, her review and promotional site. She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.

If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.

THE DISCLAIMER

I would like to thank Davidson King for providing OJ He Say! with a review copy in exchange for an honest review.

Copyright © 2017 Davidson King
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Cover Design by Morningstar Ashley of Five Star Designs
Editing by Heidi Ryan of Amour the Line Editing Interior Design
Formatting provided by Stacey Blake of Champagne Book Design

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Little Favor – by @Adira_August #MMROMANCE #EROTICA #BDSM #Hunt&Cam4EverSeries #ExclusiveRelease #Interview #MikeMerisi #Rafflecopter #ShortStory

INTERVIEW: Mike Merisi from Dancing Men – Hunt&Cam4Ever Series.

OJ: Hi Mike, welcome to OJ He Say! Thanks for stopping by for a bit.
Mike: That’s okay. Beats proofreading an operations manual.
OJ: I’m so happy for you about Little Favor. It’s awesome when someone finds ‘the other’. Tell me, what first drew you to Cal. I mean, obviously his looks and personality, but did you see something special that rang your bells?
Mike: Dane said these could get personal. … Uh … I guess it was how he handled it all. Those construction guys are big. Tough. But they all respect Cal. Cal is the most together dude I ever met. I guess smart and practical are sexy to me.
OJ: Have you heard from your ex, Kenneth? It sounds as if he could have been a problem.
Mike: Nah. He hooked up with another kid. Metro State freshman, if I remember. He turns 30 this year. I’m expecting a breakdown.
OJ: In Little Favor we find out how you came to get your appointment to the Denver Police and that you’d wanted this all your life. Care to tell us why police?
Mike: The challenge. Always changing, never know what you’re going to do at work. Same kind of call, way different actions. To be good at it, it demands everything, all the time.
You get to fuck with bullies and you’re supposed to. Make cases work in court. Screw over defense attorneys. I miss the street already and it’s only been a month. But working with Dane and everybody… amazing. I learned so much, already. Jesus, Camden goddamned Snow? You don’t get to see him ski, here, do you? Never watched him own a whole mountain. Smart son of a bitch, sweet as cajeta. [shrugs] I don’t know if they’ll even keep the unit together for long.
OJ: So, where did you learn your Spanish?
Mike: At home, like most people. We’re Spanish, Basque, on my mom’s side. Jasone de Arraioz. They came with Juan de Oñate in the 1500s. My ancestors traded all up and down the Front Range with the Navajo, Zuni. [grins] Tried to make ‘em all Catholic. Mom met my dad in high school; it was like Tony and Maria the way Papa tells it. The Sharks and the Jets, only nobody died.
OJ: I must admit, after reading Little Favor I really enjoyed your ‘moments’ with Cal, so incredibly hot! Tell us, what is it that he brings out in you? What’s that ‘spark’?
Mike: You should talk to Cal. The only way I let August write about it is that no one would read it where we live. The whole story is about the spark.
OJ: You know, you were his first, ever. Did it worry you, or…?
Mike: At the time, I thought about it. Like that day after I left, I mean. You know, it was my first time, too, in a way. Cal always knew exactly what he wanted, he just never thought he’d get it. I found out what I wanted right there. With him.
I kinda shocked myself. And then I promised … well… you know, you read the story. I was a kid last time I did that and it was only a couple times and, you know how there’s all the awkward slipping around and … Anyway … I had to … not get so carried away, so he’d be okay. So, yeah, I thought about it. But after that night—man, he was amazing—I never worried at all.
OJ: Sounds like he always wanted to have what you always wanted give.
Mike: I guess. For me, Cal was yes in a world of no.
OJ: Well, thanks so much for stopping by. I must admit that I’ve wanted to meet the young, quiet, sharp Mike Merisi ever since I met him in Dancing Men. And now, on to Little Favor.

Little Favor
written by
Adira August
Featuring a character from the
Hunter Dane Investigation novels
Matchstick Men and
Dancing Men.

Copyright © 2017 Adira August
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, places and incidents
are either wholly sprung from the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously.

GET READY …

“How is it when I say ‘Go away and don’t come back,’ you hear ‘Come on over and shove your dick up my ass’?”
Mike Merisi buttoned his top button and watched himself tie his tie in the dresser mirror. He needed a haircut. Maybe if he got out of here in a few minutes …
“There’s no reason to be hostile, I simply said we could try again.” The voice came from the cell Mike had set on the dresser top.
“And why,” Mike muttered as he slid the knot home, “Did I put my phone on speaker instead of mute?”
“I can hear you.”
“It was a good run. Almost two years. It’s over. Let go,” Mike told his former lover, loading his pockets from the dresser top. “We can remain … pleasant to each other.”
“I have feelings, Michael. I’m not ready to let go.”
Mike shrugged into his coat. Car keys. Breath mints. Check.
“It’s Monday morning. You cruised around all weekend and couldn’t connect. You’re horny as an old man’s bunion so you called me looking for a convenient hole to fall into.”
“Michael! How can you be so crass?” Wounded outrage. A Kenneth Special.

MICHAEL ANGELO MERISI had been an inexperienced nineteen when he met Kenneth. The tall blond, twenty-five, seemed urbane and sophisticated. He took what remained of Mike’s virginity and coached him in the finer aspects of sucking cock, choosing wine and knowing what to wear, and where to wear it.
But Mike was always the thrustee, never allowed to satisfy his growing need to push inside Kenneth’s admittedly fine ass. Mike’s vague dissatisfaction turned to resentment that hardened into an ultimatum: take it by turns or give me back my door key.
“You can’t understand, Michael, I’m a natural Dominant. I simply couldn’t.” Kenneth started the Keurig and selected a flavor enhancer.
“Manipulative, self-centered and anal-retentive do not a Dominant make,” Mike had informed him, arms crossed over his chest.
Watching Kenneth measure a precise amount of hazelnut-mocha into his cup, Mike knew he did not want Kenneth to give a huge sigh and say “fine.” In fact, Mike didn’t want Kenneth at all.
It wasn’t that Mike believed himself such a catch; he was the most average guy he knew. His northern Italian heritage didn’t leave him with the smoldering dark coloring of his southern cousins. His hair was a warm brown, his eyes a lighter shade of same. Medium-toned skin, his face more round than long—he did not stand out in a crowd.
Five feet, nine and a half inches of average build. Though he’d begun working out and his shoulders had begun to stretch his shirt. He was almost six inches when serviceably erect. Not sausage fat or pencil-dicked, just a penis that worked well. Average.
High-cheekboned Kenneth was seven inches. Six feet as well as six-packed.
Pretentious, long-suffering fussbudget.
“Leave your key on the counter,” Mike had told him, and gone to shower.

THREE WEEKS LATER, Kenneth still couldn’t seem to lose his number.
“I have to go to work,” Mike told him, grabbing his cell off the dresser. “I’m hanging up, don’t make a drama out if it.”
He dropped the cell into his inside breast pocket, grabbed his laptop case from a chair and was out the door.
Today, he had important things to do.

MIKE TOSSED HIS laptop case into the passenger seat wondering again if he was heartless. He hadn’t felt a second of hesitation hanging up on Kenneth. In fact, he felt … buoyant.
Maybe it was the working out. In the last weeks he’d had to move up a shirt size. His suit pants tightened around his thighs when he strode along. He just felt damned good.
His cell chimed as he put the key into the ignition. Mike steeled himself, but it wasn’t Kenneth.
“Nora. Let me guess, tower two collapsed and he’s running late.”
“Almost,” the lilting soprano of Cal Derricksen’s assistant came back. “Electrical inspectors. I have to push you back an hour.”
“It’s all good. I’ll grab coffee, get a haircut, and be bright-eyed and well-groomed when he’s ready for me.”
“You can be half-asleep and shaggy-haired as long as you have the competitive bid analysis for parking lots and landscaping.”
“Hang on,” Mike said. “I thought ventilation and water systems was today.”
“What! Are you shitting me?” Absolute panic.
“Yes, I am,” he said pulling out of the lot. “Gotta go, no cell allowed while driving.” He clicked off, grinning.
He really liked Nora. In her late forties, she combined the best qualities of supermom and meth-head piranha. She took care of her boss by tearing strips of flesh from anyone who failed, disappointed or opposed him.
Mike understood.
Calvin W. Derricksen was all sharp intelligence and total control. He was a human dynamo in tan side-pocket chinos and a light blue denim work shirt. His navy tie always loosened, a brushed silver tie clip held the end out of his way. A black poplin jacket hung on the back of his executive desk chair.
He wore brown leather slip-ons with white socks. A pair of scarred work boots waited near his desk. In under two minutes, he could be in them, jacket on, tie up, and out the door. His sudden exits from his office to the big construction site were common.
Cal dressed the same way every day. He said it saved time not thinking about irrelevant crap when he had so many critical things to keep track of. Like making sure a building he built didn’t fall down with the occupants inside.
But as demanding as Cal was as a site manager, as focused and no-nonsense, he ran out without bothering with boots or coat when one of his crew was injured. Cal laughed and lifted heavy loads and sometimes drank beer with his guys. That’s what he called them: “My guys.”
Once, after one of Cal’s dashes from the office, Mike spotted him a half-hour later through the window wall, leaning against an upright. He was laughing with one of the workers while standing on a girder, ten stories up.
It was hot. So was Cal’s wavy black hair, warm hazel eyes, dusky rose slash of a mouth and tight round buttcheeks. The soft fabric of his pants stretching over his ass as he reached across his drafting table’s wide, slanted top didn’t hurt, either.
Mike Merisi had a hell of a crush.

TAKING HIS COFFEE into Cut Lass, Mike relaxed in the salon’s waiting area and thumbed through a style book.
Ten minutes later, Valeria settled him at her station. Val was a blue-streaked, caramel-skinned, seriously ambitious Guatemalan import. Most of her family worked in her shop. Mike understood the struggle starting a family business. His father and Uncle Leo launched Construction Accounting Consultants from Leo’s garage. Mike did Val’s books for free and in return, she cut his hair. He was a generous tipper.
“Saw you lookin’ through the book,” she said. “Now you grinnin’ like my nephew with a fistful of wiggle worms. You get some news?”
Mike fished a business envelope from his pocket. The letter had come yesterday; the paper already softened from many rereads.
“Greetings from the City and County of Denver. Dear Mister Merisi,” she read out. “We are pleased to offer you an appointment to the position of police officer …”
Val whooped and threw her arms around his neck. “About time, man, you been after this for like, a year!”
“I start at the academy in a few weeks,” he said, unable to suppress the grin that split his face.
After civil service testing, background checking and psychological evaluationing, he’d been found fit to hold people’s lives in his hands. To be trusted with a deadly weapon and the decision to use that weapon. He and thirty others had emerged from the pack of almost two thousand who’d sat the Civil Service exam. Mike Merisi was one month from realizing his dream.
“New life, Val. I need new hair.”
“How ‘bout a low taper fade,” she asked, running her fingers through his medium length locks. “This is good. Thick. Not too big a change, but sharp.”
“Let’s go wild. How about a mid?” He took his letter back and put it safely in his breast pocket.
“You got it. You gonna be edgy. Hot. You gonna be the Man, you know? Officer Muh-ree-see.”
She helped him off with his suit coat and shook out the cutting cape.

LAPTOP CASE OVER his shoulder, Mike grabbed the clear document tube of parking lot schematics from the trunk. He took the six steps to the 12-story building’s entrance in two long strides. Cool air met warm skin where his hair was newly shorn. It felt pleasantly sensual.
Pausing in front of the doors, he yanked off his tie and shoved it into his pocket. Opened the top two buttons of his shirt.
Mike made his way through the building’s unfinished lobby, heel sounds dulled on the exposed concrete. Hammer strikes, power saw teeth on metal and men’s shouts echoed off unfinished walls.
One car was in service in the six-car elevator bay. Inside, the walls hung with protective canvas, Mike pushed twelve. The powerful upward surge of the car triggered a familiar flow of warmth, like electric pinpoints. His pants tightened at the crotch. He smiled at himself. Anticipation makes you horny.
Mike had caught subtle glances of interest across the desk from Cal Derricksen during several of their meetings. He was sure there’d been some hand on crotch dick-shifting under the desk. But he’d waited for Cal to make the first move; he was the client and a very important one. To Mike’s disappointment, Derricksen had never given him any encouragement.
Maybe he had his own Kenneth at home. But Cal’s hesitation could have to do with his stature. As much of a powerhouse as Cal Derrickson was, he couldn’t be more than 5’5.” At most. A really hot guy who probably bought his shirts in the boy’s department. That was okay with Mike.
What he intended doing with Cal, did not require height. Or a shirt.
Mike had already decided to ask him out when the job was over. But since the letter, today was the day. For the next few weeks his brother Andrew would come with him so Mike could orient him to the work and Cal. And Nora. Then Mike would be off to the police academy and Drew would take over.
If Mike was going to make a move, it had to be today. And today, he was primed for it.

CALVIN WILCOX DERRICKSEN held the phone to his ear with his right hand and the top of his head on with his left, clutching a handful of wavy dark hair. He paced in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, listening to nonsense.
Outside, a construction crane set an enormous I-beam delicately in place on the twelfth story of the building next to this one. A twin of the one he stood in.
“You can’t just drop two more stories on top, Denkler, you know how that changes the dead load? … Tell you what, call a civil engineer and get him to explain it to you. … Yeah, well, he’ll be polite.”
He tossed the phone onto his desk.
Mike Merisi was leaning against the door jamb, grinning at him. Oh, man, what’s the kid done to himself? He looked older. Harder, somehow. Hotter.
Thankfully, Cal was behind his desk, the top level with his waist. Cal Derricksen’s pants never tightened. They just rubbed the end of his willy. Irritating.
Merisi came off the door and took a couple steps toward him, eyes locked, grin fading. Willy wept.
Cal felt the old familiar tensions—of his stomach, where the anger lay. His throat, where the sadness hid.
“You want to put your shit down over there and bring me the plans?” Cal asked. Terse. He pointed to a conversation area, complete with sofa and chairs. His office was the only finished space in the building. It served as a showpiece for prospective tenants.
Merisi paused and cocked his head, as if considering Cal’s directions. Cal’s heart pounded in his ears. What if he doesn’t do it? What if he … says something?
The accounting consultant Cal called “kid” in his mind, seemed not at all kidlike standing tall and strong and calm. Mike nodded and turned away.
Hurrying out from behind his desk to the drafting table, Cal pulled himself into place on the tall chair. He always did it like this, before a visitor came in or while they were distracted. He hated anyone seeing him clamber up, like a child at the grown-ups table.
Once settled, glasses in place and willy subsided, Cal was ready. At thirty, he was one of the youngest high rise construction managers around. This was his domain. His world, his expertise. And if the crushing responsibility sometimes seemed like it would do just that, no one around him could tell.
He cleared papers from the slanted top of the drafting table. “Let’s go,”—he glanced over his shoulder—“I…”
Mike Merisi closed the office door and walked toward him.
He wasn’t carrying the tube.

GET SET …

Michael! What are you doing?
Whatever the hell I want, for once.
Cal had licked his lips when he saw Mike in the doorway. His face flushed; his eyes got big. He’d shifted his hips behind the desk.
I should have gotten this haircut a long time ago. Mike Merisi might only be twenty-one, but he knew when a guy responded to him. He’d turned his back to close the door, knowing Cal would escape to his drafting table. On the tall chair, he was close to Mike’s height.
No escape, today. Determined, Mike had started across the room and Cal had looked back. Mike fixed his gaze on Cal’s. Held him.
Jesus, I’m making him look at me. He looks turned on and … scared? Oh, man, that’s hot.
Cal’s lips parted; a pulse throbbed at the side of his neck. Every one of his responses made Mike feel taller. Denser, somehow. His cock wasn’t tingling; he was hard and hot and tight. Mike stopped thinking about what he was doing and went with it.
He halted two steps from Cal, seemingly mesmerized by Mike’s hand pushing under his own waistband. Cal’s eyes followed as Mike adjusted himself, lingering a second for one hard squeeze.
“Oh, God,” Cal breathed. He didn’t look away until Mike took his hand out and placed it flat on the tilted top of the drafting table. He put the other hand on the back of Cal’s chair.
Cal’s eyes darted around, from Mike’s hands, to the door, to the window. Back to the almost vertical ridgeline next to Mike’s zipper. Anywhere but on Mike’s face.
“Look at me, Cal.”
The little man made a high sound in his throat and Mike’s gut clenched and heated. He swivelled the chair Cal perched on, so the site manager faced him.
Cal looked up. And Mike Merisi knew then what Cal wanted. His obedience wouldn’t surprise Mike again. “Are you with anyone?” His voice was hoarse.
Cal shook his head. He wriggled slightly in the chair.
“Hold still.” Mike only had to lean forward to be between Cal’s knees. He stared pointedly at Cal’s crotch.
A small dark spot. “You’re wet for me,” he said. It was what straight guys said to girls, but he knew, somehow, it would excite Cal, who choked on an intake of breath. Yes.
“Nor- Nora might come in,” Cal said.
Mike smirked, still looking between Cal’s legs. “She might. Probably will.” Oddly, he didn’t see a bulge. But the spot was unmistakable. He caught Cal’s eyes again. “I don’t think she’ll stay long.”
“Goddammit it,” Cal said softly, shifting in the chair. Mike’s cock jerked. He reached out to cover Cal’s erection with his palm, to squeeze and knead and-
“No!” Cal shoved back from the table, twisting, and almost toppled over. “Stop it, leave me a—”
Mike’s tongue obliterated the rest of the word. He held Cal by a fist in his hair, tilting his head back. A light dusting of stubble grazed his fingertips, digging in above Cal’s jaw, keeping his mouth open.
But Mike didn’t ravage him; he probed. Tasting, feeling. Finally.
A small hot tongue, tentative, stroked back along Mike’s. He held Cal’s face between his hands, thumbs sliding along lips, tips dipping into the dark, wet warmth.
Cal trembled and moaned and clutched at Mike’s sleeve, pulling instead of pushing away. For a few seconds. Then he put two hands flat on Mike’s chest and pushed. Hard.
“Time out,” he said. It wasn’t a request.
Mike pulled back, but not away. “Nora went to the printer’s and then to lunch. The door’s locked.” He smiled. “I had planned to say – something – you know. But … you are so goddamned sexy.”
Cal shook his head and blew out a breath. He had his hands over his crotch.
“It can’t just …. happen,” Cal said. “There’re things to discuss.”
“I know. I have stuff in my bag. Condoms.” He didn’t mention the lube or the wipes. “But I couldn’t wait to touch you.” He slid a palm over Cal’s upper arm, well-muscled from years of working around construction sites.
“Conversation,” Cal said firmly, pushing Mike’s hand back toward him. “A lot of conversation. There are things for you to know.”
What would he have to know that took so much talking? Mike considered. Cal was small for a man, but well-proportioned. He couldn’t be …
“Cal, are you trans?”
Cal shook his head, turning the chair away. He moved to his desk, motioning Mike toward the visitor’s chair. “Please,” he said.
Mike complied as thoughts of HIV and genital warts flashed through his mind.
Cal sat with his elbows on the desktop, hands clasped. It felt for all the world like Mike was in front of the teacher’s desk about to be lectured on getting his homework in on time.
“In terms of … endowment,” Cal began. “Nature has shown me little favor.”
Endowment. Little favor?
….. Oh. “Okay. Is there more or is that what I had to know?
Cal blew out a breath. “I don’t think you understand how … unfavored I am.”
“I’ll find out for myself, shortly,” Mike smirked. He cocked his head. “What’s your position on anal?”
Cal started. “I haven’t—I haven’t had much experience.”
“Much?”
“Any.”
“I’ll change that.” Mike’s wilted cock perked up when the flush revisited Cal’s cheeks and his eyes widened. “I was thinking I’d top. You good with that?”
Cal licked his lips. He was good with it. “Now?” His voice was thick. Yes.
Mike stood up. “We’ll see. First”—he moved around the desk behind Cal, hands flat on the desktop next to his elbows, lips brushing Cal’s ear—“I’m going to touch you.”
He was rewarded with a low moan. “Stand up, you’re in my seat.”
Mike grabbed the arms of the chair and pulled it slowly back from the desk. Looking down, he saw the tiny wet spot on Cal’s pants had been joined by a short streak. Not a larger spot. A streak. As if his leaking slit was dragged across the inside of his pants.
Very little favor, then.
Cal didn’t stand up. But he didn’t refuse.

THIS WON’T WORK, you know that.
Cal Derricksen fought to regain his equilibrium. His few forays into sexual congress had not ended well. While Cal hadn’t experienced deliberate cruelty since high school, the looks, the embarrassed for him but polite excuses, were somehow worse.
Pity was worse.
And he really liked Mike Merisi. Sweet, smart, shrewd. A hell of a work ethic. He smelled good. He dressed professionally, he usually unbuttoned his collar. It was the notch, the shadow, the faint sprinkle of hair that promised more. His fine hands and dry humor.
“What’s your position on anal?”
Cal wanted to chuckle at the wordplay, but his pain was too acute, knowing it would never happen. And he’d never suspected the streak of dominance. It undid him. Toppled his wall of sensible reserve.
Damn it. Godfuckingdammit all to hell.
His father says he’s leaving. That’s why he’s doing this. It’s the last time. Get it over with. Make sure you get the schematics and figures before he walks out.
Cal Derricksen stood up.
He felt Mike slide into the seat behind him. His chair was set at maximum height, of course. When Mike spread his legs and rolled the chair up to the back of Cal’s legs, his knees pressed firmly into Cal’s hips on either side.
Strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, warm breath moved over his ear. “Shoes off.” Cal shivered and his insides clenched.
He toed off his loafers, kicking them further into the well of the desk. Mike leaned into him and he felt the expansion of Mike’s chest against his back with every intake of breath.
He feels wonderful. Tears pricked at his eyes at the imminent loss of the strength and comfort of another man’s body against his own.
“Jesus you feel good,” Mike breathed, hands gliding over Cal’s chest and abdomen. He opened Cal’s belt and pants, pulling him closer. Mike’s right hand slid down, over Cal’s plain white jockeys. His left, flat on Cal’s stomach, kept him close, a sweet restraint.
Cal felt a tear track down his face. Mike’s fingers found his three-and-a-quarter inches poking out a stretched leg hole. Felt him, seeking the rest. There was no “rest.” The fingers tightened around him. His willy felt like it would split open. His chest felt empty. Dead.
“Jesus, Cal,” Mike said, a bit of wonder in his low, tight voice.
Here it comes …
“You could etch glass with this thing. Or melt it.”
What?
Then there were only Mike’s hands, sliding under, tearing his pants off, lifting turning. Mike stood and laid Cal on his back on the desk, pushing his thighs apart, staring down between his legs.
“You’re perfect.”

MOVING HIS PALMS over Cal’s strong thighs and onto his abdomen, Mike kept his eyes on the small, succulent prize. The shiny red glans sat on a solid stalk of turgid flesh, a narrow vein snaking along briefly to dive underneath. Cal’s sac was compact and dark red, the mounds of his balls offset. It was all in proportion, framed by a halo of dark curls.
“Perfect,” Mike said again, hands moving to each side, and down, he laid his thumbs on each side of the thickened root. Dear God, what I could do.
Reaching down, he lifted Cal’s legs. “Feet on the edge of the desk.” Cal complied; Mike opened his knees. “Give me your wrists.”
Mike extended his hands along the outsides of Cal’s thighs and manacled each wrist with his fingers. He pulled Cal toward him, shins pressing into Mike’s biceps, his perfect package inches from Mike’s mouth.
“I’m going to suck you off. Right here. Now.” Mike tried to sound controlled, but his urgent need to ravage this man tightened his throat and the words came out a growl.
Cal’s deep brown eyes grew larger. “Why?”
Mike surged up and over, hands over hands, holding them down next to Cal’s head. Body over body, driving him into the surface of the desk. He loomed over the man beneath him and glared fiercely into his face.
“Because I want you more than I ever wanted anyone. Because I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll fight to get away from the pleasure and need to come so bad you’ll feel like you’ll lose your mind if you don’t. And I’ll love the way you’ll struggle and plead. And because you want me to, little man. You want me to, don’t you?”
Cal’s head moved in a bare nod of acquiescence.
“Say it,” Mike snapped.
Cal shuddered and moaned. “I want you to,” Cal whispered, eyes bright with humiliation and need.
For a nanosecond Mike wondered at himself. But he knew with more certainty every second, at every response. Like coming home to a place he hadn’t known he missed. He was the one who gave and withheld, drove and shattered.
He was the one who owned.
“Don’t move.”
Mike undid himself and brought his aching length out into the air. He wrapped both hands around, the head disappearing and squeezed. Wait. Wait until you’re in his mouth. Precum gushed through his fingers at the thought.
Mike knew he could come in a couple strokes at the sight of Cal laid out before him. Legs still drawn up, knees open, shaft tight back in the thatch of hair. Stomach fluttering with each ragged breath in anticipation of Mike’s touch.
And just above the desk edge, a tight pink star beckoned.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he whispered. He tucked himself inside his boxers, finding a dry spot.
Taking Cal’s wrists firmly in hand, Mike Merisi lowered his head.

GO!

Cal’s three-and-a-quarter inches of stiff, searing flesh fit completely inside Mike Merisi’s mouth. It startled him and thrilled him—oh, what he would be able to do with his tongue to this straining, fiery stalk.
Mike pressed upward with the rougher back of his tongue and stroked the frenulum and delta, over and over. The cock in his mouth leaked and Cal cried out some garbled version of “Oh my God.”
Jesus, I might come on myself. Sucking off Call was the most incredibly exciting thing Mike had ever done to a man. He’d never had a whole dick in his mouth at once, ever. Kenneth was a log he’d taught himself not to choke on. And while his lover getting off in his mouth was something of a turn-on, there wasn’t much in it for Mike but an aching jaw.
But this … He backed off before he made Cal shoot. Slipping his tongue over the top, he lodged Cal in the soft underflesh.
Cal squirmed, struggling to thrust, but Mike gripped him hard, keeping his legs folded. By changing the angle of his body, Mike completely controlled how much Cal could move hips. And right now, that amount was zero.
Mike scraped the short stalk with his teeth and polished the burning head against the silky, softness under his tongue. Mike tasted the precum that welled up. With a feral cry, Cal’s head jerked back, but Mike’s hold kept his back flat and he shook with the effort to escape the very thing he sought.
Cal Derricksen was a strong man, but Mike Merisi had him locked down.
“Oh. Fuck. Oh. Fuck.” Cal panted so hard Mike feared he’d hyperventilate. He pulled up, keeping the suction on until the head of Cal’s dick slipped out and rested on his lower lip. He teased the slit with the tip of his tongue. Cal’s every breath a harsh rasp.
“You need to get a grip on yourself, little dude. I’m just getting started.”
“Mike, oh God, Mike, I’m – I’ll come if you do keep doing that.”
“You always come this fast?” He ran his nose along the sides of Cal’s swollen prick, again hidden in the thatch of pubic hair. He inhaled Cal’s musky scent, felt his hips flex, as if seeking Mike’s mouth, again.
“Well?” Mike asked, the word muffled by flesh and hair and skin and lust.
“No one ever did this to me before. I mean … oh, fu- uh – they…”
“Tell me,” Mike ordered, running his chin up and down Cal’s length, knowing he’d be prickly by now, an erotic rasp.
“Uh … uh … oh God … start … they’d start and … Jesus, please … stop—they’d stop when they saw me.”
That made Mike stop. He’s a fucking virgin. He rested his forehead on Cal’s abdomen, the muscles tight with arousal, rising and falling with each breath. No one’s touched him? Entered him? … The next thought was immediate, primal … mine.
Mike Merisi raked his eyes over the panting, suffering, needing man. A savage need to torment, delight, invade, imprint himself on every one of Cal Derricksen’s raw nerve endings possessed him.
He lifted enough to catch Cal’s eyes, glimmering with his arousal. “Then you’d better think about ice storms, because you don’t come until I let you and I’m about to make up for lost time.”
Cal’s eyes widened with uncertainty and anticipation.
Mike moved down further and sucked lightly on Cal’s ballsack, also smaller than normal, hot and tight.
He stroked the short raphe with the tip of his tongue. Pressing hard, following the seam up and into Cal’s sac, teasing his nuts apart, he sucked each in turn, between his teeth. Trapped, Mike teased his prize with his tongue while Releasing. Repeating.
Cal Derricksen struggled and keened, wept and finally howled. Mike’s cock jerked hard, flash fire raced along a web of nerves to his hole, to his spine. His fucking toes tingled.
He revelled in the ease with which he could access every bit of Cal’s most closely-guarded shame. Hardening the tip of his tongue, he traveled the short distance down and probed the center of Cal’s hole.
“No – no – that – ah – not – oh … fuck … oh … God …”
With every cry and increasingly frantic movement, Mike gloried in his power to make Cal insane with need and desperate for release. This was his domain.
Moving up, he sucked the purple head and rubbed it back and forth between the slick silken inside his lips and the washboard of his front teeth.
Mike dropped his jaw as Kenneth had taught him and took all of Cal into his mouth, cock and balls and a flood of precum.
Mike’s tongue was folded against the curves and ridges in his mouth and he could only move it slightly, but with every press and slide Cal writhed against him, seeming torn between driving deeper or escaping the unbearable pleasure. His whole body trembled and the table vibrated and swirled his tongue underneath Cal’s balls and felt the vibrations of his cries through his lips.
The totality of Mike’s control over the movements and feelings of the man under him, drove him to the pinnacle of excitement and depths of lust. He flashed on restraints and spreader bars and his fingers in Cal’s ass as he lay over the desk, clawing at plans and papers …
And with a cry of “Oh, my God,” that sounded more like a sob, Cal went suddenly limp. “Please,” he begged in a whisper. “Oh, please. Mike, I have to, please …”
Please.
Mike came abruptly back from what felt like an altered state. Jesus, it’s his first time.
He repositioned Cal against the roof of his mouth and stroked with his tongue, as he had at the beginning. Relaxing his grip slightly, moving a little, encouraging Cal to pump.
He let go of one wrist and moved Cal’s hand until fingers clutched at his hair, allowing Cal more control.
Freeing his own throbbing cock, Mike jacked himself while Cal rocked and wept, chasing his orgasm. Mike held him tightly in his mouth, relishing Cal’s deepest thrusts. He felt every one in his own body, as if Cal’s straining dick plunged into the spreading mass of heat and need behind Mike’s balls.
He tightened his grip on himself in the sticky-slickness of precum, riding the rush to his own orgasm. With a rasping groan, Cal pumped cum down Mike’s welcoming throat. Once .. twice … three spurts of warm salty fluid. A surprisingly large amount for so small a package. That triggered Mike and all went dim and silent for a few moments as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Hard, so hard. Like the cum was a solid thing rammed through his dick, and his balls would float away from the relief.
He released Cal and sat back, catching his breath. How did he not think to put a wad of tissues in his suit coat pocket?

CAL LAY BONELESS, arms thrown wide, legs over the edge of the desk, his feet on Mike Merisi’s knees. You still have your shirt and tie on. And your socks. One of his hands was lying on the keyboard of his open laptop. He Ready for a porn video.
His willy was cold, after the warm wet, in the office air. Balls, too. Fuck, what he’d done with my balls … Instinctively he wanted to close his legs, cover himself with his hands. He didn’t have the strength. And Mike might not approve.
Cal couldn’t manage to process what had just happened. Feelings he’d never imagined existed. Exhilarating, torturous arousal. Wondrous humiliation. A joyous sense of utter powerlessness. Worked into mindless frenzy and total surrender—to his accounting consultant.
It was all perfect.
Almost. You almost couldn’t come. He’d been so worried he’d come too fast. But when Mike took pity on him, helped him, it was like chasing a ball bearing inside a water balloon. It kept slipping away. This is what you get after a lifetime of wanking willy.
It was when he heard Mike panting, jerking his own shaft, doing only inches away what Cal had imagined watching him do so many times, that Cal found his release.
Now what?
As if in answer, two warm hands ran over his thighs. Used him to push on, to stand up. Mike’s face came into view. “Hang on,” he said.
He retrieved Cal’s pants, shook them out and laid them on the table top. Mike leaned over and cocked an eyebrow.
“Glad you liked it, but you have to stand up, now. I have my own pants to deal with.” He grinned.
After Mike got his briefs off and folded up in his pocket and his pants back on—after Cal made himself neat and slipped into his shoes—Mike perched on the edge of the chair.
“I was going to invite you to dinner,” he said.
“What?”
“That was my big bold plan. Last day just us together. I was going to say let’s have dinner.” He pulled Cal close and draped his forearms over Cal’s shoulders. “But then you gave me that superheated eye-laser thing when I came in and shit, I just had to-” He shook his head.
Cal’s face had gone still. “And what about now? What do you want, now?”
Mike searched Cal’s face. “I want you to tell me you’re okay. You made me crazy. I – maybe got a little carried away.”
Cal felt his face heat. “You were – it was …”
Mike grinned. “Good?” Cal nodded. “Dinner later?”
That’s it? Now we have dinner? “It doesn’t bother you?”
“It’s killing me, I want to fuck you over the desk right now. But we need to have our meeting because Sandusky recommends a parking garage. Fact is, the numbers are in his favor.”
What? “Nonono. We never even considered another structure,” Cal said, looking around. “The numbers say yes? Where’re the figures?”
Mike crossed his arms pulling Cal close and kissed him. Mouth and tongue and shoulders and whiskers. Cal let go again, his arms went around Mike, and he kissed him back. It was every kiss he’d ever dreamed of, hot and romantic, slow and strong. It was the kiss he thought he’d never receive, never give.
Mike disengaged, and smiled. “I’ll get the plans. Meet you back here in a sec—your chair.” He slid off to retrieve the plastic tube.
“Wait!” Cal said.
Mike hesitated.
“I meant my willy. The way it is. It doesn’t bother you?” Cal’s breath caught as Mike’s eyes went immediately dark. He reached between Cal’s legs and cupped him with firm authority.
Cal whimpered, stretching and filling. Again.
Mike took him between his thumb and two fingers, rolling and stroking him through the fabric. “Bother me? Yes, it most certainly bothers me.”
Mike’s voice, again suffused with lust, seemed to stroke Cal along with his fingers.
“It will bother me through the meeting and for the rest of my the day and every minute of our dinner. After which, we’ll come back here. Because the very thought of this”—he gave willy a hard squeeze—“will be bothering me so very much.
“I’ll bend you over that desk in the dark and you can watch the city lights while I open you and stretch you and slick this very bothersome little dick with lube. I’ll tease little willy until you beg me to fuck you and I swear Calvin Derricksen, when I finally let you come, you will scream.”
Cal felt the pulse pounding in neck. “Oh.”
“Nature,” Mike told him, “Did me a hell of a little favor.”

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Burning Boundaries – Elemental Evidence Book Two,
by Bellora Quinn and Sadie Rose Bermingham

Rating: 5.0 stars

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Their passion isn’t the only thing creating flames.

Mari Gale’s life has been a whirlwind since meeting Jake Chivis. A new job prospect and his mother’s health preoccupy him, so when Jake invites him on a date he’s ready to cut loose. Their night out turns into a nightmare when a fire breaks out in the basement of the bar and they barely escape.

Soon Jake learns that the horrific accident is being investigated as a possible homicide, and it’s not the only case. Detective Inspector Cordiline of the London Met hints at spontaneous human combustion, but as far as Jake knows, SHC doesn’t exist.

When Mari looks into a group called Birthright, he finds a connection to the victims of the fires and Jake risks himself to go undercover at the shadowy organization. The race is on to determine the truth before Jake becomes the next target.

BURNING BOUNDARIES

I had been patiently awaiting this sequel to Breathing Betrayal and was so excited when it came out, my only regret is that because life happens it’s taken me a minute to write this long deserved review. This is an excellent series that I hope continues as I feel these characters have still a ways to go in their story.

THE CHARACTERS

Jake Chivis:

A smile twitched his lips again as he thought of Jake Chivis, part-Irish, part-Native American and a fellow Elemental. Jake had been a detective with the Detroit PD in a former life, before SEWN— the Six Elements Worldwide Network research program— had brought him to London, throwing him together with Mari as if that was their destiny.

Chivis was a trained inquisitor, even without his Elemental talents. His element was Fire and his gift was enabled through physical contact with material objects.

Ilmarinen (Mari) Gale:

While Jake couldn’t really remember a time when Mari wasn’t smartly dressed, he’d certainly put some extra effort in tonight. His nearly white blond locks were artfully messy and he wore a silvery, near-translucent tank top under a fitted, tan leather jacket and teal jeans that Jake already wanted to peel him out of.

THE STORY

The story picks up after Breathing Betrayal and we find Jake and Mari further along in their relationship, spending more time together and starting to finally enjoy each other, dating and going out and having fun when they are thrust into a series of incidents that start drawing them in.

As Mari and Jake become more entangled with investigating an obscure organization for MI5 as Jake is ‘drafted’ in to help, this dark organization for Elementals called Birthright turns out to have very sinister plans indeed. Not only do Jake and Mari discover the darker side of Elementals, they also discover new things about each other and their relationship.

Mari’s fascination with SM and his desire to be spanked is brought out by a Dom they meet in a bar during BDSM night. Colm Fleming not only has a keen interest in Mari, he also brings out the Dom in Jake and Jake’s willing, if hesitant, desire to satisfy Mari.

THE WRITING

The writing of these two authors is nothing if not absolutely superb. The story flows smoothly, at a good pace, allowing the characters to develop and grow naturally. The developing relationship between the two MC’s is like the every day progression we all experience in real life. Not progressing at blinding speeds, but at a more measured pace. There is the hesitancy and questioning and insecurities we all feel that are allowed to come out between Jake and Mari and we feel their angst and love grow.

I cannot wait for Elementals Book Three!

THE AUTHORS

Bellora Quinn

Originally hailing from Detroit Michigan, Bellora now resides on the sunny Gulf Coast of Florida where a herd of Dachshunds keeps her entertained. She got her start in writing at the dawn of the internet when she discovered PbEMs (Play by email) and found a passion for collaborative writing and steamy hot erotica. Soap Opera like blogs soon followed and eventually full novels. The majority of her stories are in the M/M genre with urban fantasy or paranormal settings and many with a strong BDSM flavour.
Email: bellora@berminghamquinn.com

Sadie Rose Bermingham

A storyteller since before she started school, Sadie also enjoys reading, photography,
live music and long walks on the beach. Sadie has worked as a bookseller, a pedigree editor for the racing industry and a local and family history researcher. Originally from the north of England, she has been working her way across the UK ever since. She currently resides on the south east coast with her long term partner, where she hopes to buy a mobile home and establish a whippet farm.
Email: sadie.rose.bermingham@gmail.com

THE DISCLAIMER

I would like to thank Bellora Quinn and Sadie Rose Bermingham and Pride Publishing for providing OJ He Say with a review copy in exchange for an honest review.

Burning Boundaries
ISBN # 978-1-78651-559-9
© Copyright Bellora Quinn and Sadie Rose Bermingham 2017
Cover Art by Posh Gosh © Copyright June 2017
Edited by Rebecca Scott
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Falling Hard

Rating: 5.0 stars

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Falling Hard features nine of Dale Cameron Lowry’s best short romance stories, available for the first time in one book. Meet a sign language interpreter who finds unexpected love at middle-age, college students in their first relationships, a vampire who would rather be a vegan, and a proudly gay ex-Mormon atheist who sells Bibles for a living. From sweet to erotic, this collection exhibits the quirkiness, fun, and diversity Dale’s writing is known for.

Falling Hard – The Anthology:

Reading and doing a review of Falling Hard was an easy yes for me as, fortunately, I had previously sampled some of Dale Cameron Lowry’s work and had really enjoyed it, so… being that there were new, as yet unread, stories in this anthology it was an easy, logical decision.

The stories are all excellent in their own right, each fully developed and highly enjoyable in their short story format. The stories ramp up in from mild to scorching hot as they go on in the book which makes for a really nice progression. The emotional and romantic quotient is there and the heat factor is definitely there.

Of course, I have my favorites as I’m sure you will too. Let me know which ones you favor.

Sit back and enjoy!

THE STORIES

• Mi Alma — Ex-Mormon Alma Larsen doesn’t know the first thing about alcohol, so he hires bartender Damian Banks to help out at his winter holiday party. They build a friendship that simmers with sexual tension—and possibly something much deeper.
• Loggerhead – Soon after they fall in love, Jake makes Eric a promise inspired by an old track uniform. But demanding work schedules at Jake’s four-star restaurant and Eric’s newspaper keep them from following through. Six years later, they take the honeymoon they never had, heading to the Florida coast in search of sea turtles—and rekindling their passion for each other in the process.
• Reading the Signs — The only thing twenty-three-year-old Theo De Jong expects when he enrolls in a summer school for linguists in New Mexico is to get more ideas for his master’s thesis in Dutch Sign Language. But then he meets the American sign language expert Alfonso Grossman, and sparks fly.
• Born of Fire — The fairies on Ireland’s north coast are notorious for kidnapping, and Aodhán of County Donegal has the scars to prove it. When the fairies abduct the handsome youth Cainnech, Aodhán seeks to free him—but risks losing his health and Cainnech in the process.
• Ghost of a Chance — When shy Jeremy Anderson meets mysterious and dapper Frank at his spooky old university library, their connection is instant. Their romance waxes with the full moon—but just as quickly, Frank’s interest seems to wane. He insists that he loves spending time with Jeremy, but then why does he keep Jeremy at arm’s length?
• Far From Home — Rajiv met and fell in love with his husband, Mateo, when they were both members of the scientific team responsible for transforming Mars into a home suitable for humans. But years into their shared mission, Rajiv is ordered back to Earth to restore the barren lands of the American Midwest. With a little help from technology, the two men find innovative ways to nurture their long-distance relationship while they wait to reunite.
• Sweeter Than Blood — Keith was a vegan before a hot encounter with a stranger turned him into a vampire. In the year since, his sire, John, has tried to make up for the mistake by teaching Keith everything he knows about being a non-murderous bloodsucker. But temptation is strong in the form of Andres, a regular customer at the barbershop where Keith works. When Andres finally asks Keith on a date, the real danger begins.
• Rough Love — Blake thinks new boyfriend Michael doesn’t like French kissing. Michael thinks Blake doesn’t like rough sex. Neither are virgins, except in the art of conversation. Can they set things straight before the honeymoon’s over?
• Pacific Rimming — On Mike’s fortieth birthday, his husband, Ken, takes him on vacation to Vancouver Island in Western Canada to celebrate. While Mike mourns his loss of youth, Ken encourages him to recapture it by bedding a gorgeous twenty-something man they encounter while hiking in Pacific Rim National Park. A night of no-holds-barred passion among the three men reveals a sizzling chemistry, and when Mike and Ken return home they find themselves longing to reconnect with the young Jason. Can what started as a one-night stand transform into a threesome that lasts?

THE AUTHOR

Dale Cameron Lowry lives in the Upper Midwest with a partner and three cats, one of whom enjoys eating dish towels, quilts, and wool socks. It’s up to you to guess whether the fabric eater is one of the cats or the partner. When not busy mending items destroyed by the aforementioned fabric eater, Dale is a writer and editor who enjoys wasting time on Tumblr, listening to podcasts, studying anatomy, getting annoyed at Duolingo, and reading fairy tales. Previous careers include sign language linguist, grocery store clerk, journalist, gardener, and camp counselor.

Dale began writing for fun at the age of eight and has been making up stories ever since, from overly workshopped literary fiction to off-the-cuff fanfic. Queer Mormons have a way of popping up in Dale’s work, whether it’s romance or erotica, sci fi or fairy tales, slice-of-life contemporary fiction or spine-tingling horror. So do immigrants and emigrants, people with disabilities, multilingual folks, and others who live their lives navigating multiple cultures.

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THE DISCLAIMER

I would like to thank Mr. Dale Cameron Lowry andTerrestrial Press for providing OJ He Say! with a review copy in exchange for an honest review.

Published by: Terrestrial Press
Madison, Wisconsin USA

Falling Hard: Stories of Men in Love
Copyright © 2017 by Dale Cameron Lowry.
Cover illustration by Terrestrial Press.
Editing by Deelylah Mullin, Paige Prince, and B. Luckowski.
First publication as collection: January 2017
Published in the USA
ISBN 9781508058670

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When It All Falls Down

Rating: 5.0 stars

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 Maybe Charlie should have waited until he graduated high school before coming out, because since that revelation there’s been a growing distance between him and his friends. Charlie’s tough, though. He doesn’t mind eating lunch alone or watching his former gang interact with their new best buddy. What he does mind is seeing Drew Lavoitt suffer the same fate.

Drew didn’t come out. As far as he, or anyone else knows, he’s straight. What Drew did is accidentally hit and kill a little girl. Now the boy who was voted Most Popular, and who Charlie has maybe had a crush on since eighth grade, faces financial ruin, expulsion, and the fear that if he’s not everything, he’s not enough.

Popularity, wealth, acclaim—these things are easily lost. In each other’s arms, Drew and Charlie find something that can’t be taken from them. Together the two build a foundation on which they can re-create their lives.

WHEN IT ALL FALLS DOWN

So… you’re thinking a YA book, right? Well yes, and it’s so, so much more. In reality this is a coming of age story more than a YA book, and in that it excels brilliantly! I didn’t know I needed a good, well written, gay coming of age story until I read When It All Falls Down. I was absorbed into the story and I could not put it down. What a sweet/bittersweet/enlightening story this is. Trust me, this is a great read, told well.

THE CHARACTERS

Andrew ‘Drew’ Lavoitt:

 Andrew Lavoitt was never meant to be an island. He was the most popular boy in our graduating class after all. Literally. In our yearbook, fresh off the presses last week, there was a photo labelled Most Popular Boy, and the photo was of Andrew Lavoitt—lacquered dark brown hair and wide, dark brown eyes, dressed in a lime green polo and over-dyed skinny jeans, sporting a grin so sincere it didn’t make you want to smack it off his face, not even with the label “Most Popular” hanging over his head.

 Charlie ‘Chaz’ Steger:

 “Hair wants to be free,” I joked. I pushed back my own hair which hung straight, falling down to my shoulders. Most days I tied it up because the fine blond strands got everywhere… My dad didn’t bug me about my hair, but he bugged me about plenty. I’d never gone full Emo or Goth but I preferred the dark look—studded belt, heavy boots, a little black nail polish for special occasions. My dad’s objection was that I was stereotyping myself, that I was too cliché, but you gotta find a place to fit in somewhere. I might be smart and into computers and math, but I wasn’t doing the button-up geek thing full-on any more than I was the Emo/Goth thing. A healthy mix, right?

 THE STORY

When It All Falls Down is a wonderful, enjoyable MM coming of age story, brought up to 21st Century standards and it excels in its delivery and execution.

The story of Drew, voted most popular boy in his class and now a social pariah due to a horrible accident that cost a little girl her life, and Chaz, geek extraordinaire that comes out to his close circle of friends only to be shunned by them, is completely riveting as an updated, gay version of The Breakfast Club.

As Chaz and Drew draw each other out of their somewhat self-imposed shells, we witness what we’ve all gone through as they come into their own selves along with their friends and school mates. The sense of wonderment and discovery, uncertainties and apprehensions, joys and fears in this book is simply, wonderfully brilliant in their honesty and delivery.

THE WRITING

Ms. Chris’ writing is uncomplicated, unhurried and extremely enjoyable. The story flows smoothly and grabbed me and hugged me so I couldn’t let go, couldn’t put this book down. I must give a nod to the editing in this book. Fantastic editing, well done.

One personal note: The book cover is so spot on that it’s freaky! I rarely comment on the covers, however this one couldn’t be more of a snapshot if it tried. It rocks!

THE AUTHOR

 Tanya writes in a variety of romantic and erotic genres, being an avid follower of many of these genres herself. Some of her favorites are M/M romance, MFM threesomes, and BDSM with male submissives.

Tanya lives in New England with her boyfriend and her cat and has participated in many of the activities about which she writes, but not all of them. It’s left to the reader to decide which are which.

You may reach Ms. Chris at:

Tanya Chris Website

Facebook

Twitter

Goodreads

 THE DISCLAIMER

I would like to thank Ms. Tanya Chris for providing OJ He Say! with a review copy in exchange for an honest review.

Copyright © 2016 by Tanya Chris (www.tanyachris.com)

ISBN: 978-1541016644

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Wes’ Denial: The Debauched Denial Interview Part 2 – Blog Tour and Giveaway with Joseph Lance Tonlet

Wes' Denial
Wes’ Denial

Welcome everyone, thank you for stopping by OJ He Say! for this very special, exclusive author interview with Joseph Lance Tonlet, the Master sub of #pleasurethroughdenial.

This interview has two parts. My co-reviewer, Lisa and I have practically torn JLT in two to bring you a dual perspective from our Gay Guy/ Straight Girl viewpoints.

Our co-review of Wes’ Denial is here.

Gay Guy/Straight Girl Co-Review
Gay Guy/Straight Girl Co-Review

Lisa got to go first and now I’m going to get down and dirty, Dom to sub, with JLT.

Here’s Lisa’s Debauched Denial Interview Part 1

Don’t forget to check out the giveaway package JLT has put together for a very lucky winner at the end of this down and dirty interview.

The Debauched Denial Interview – Part 2

Wes' Denial
Wes’ Denial

Thanks so much for the privilege of this interview. I’ve been dying to ask you some questions about Wes’ Denial.

OK, here goes: As a Dom, I’ve focused more on Wes than Grif, even though I love Grif for reasons we’ll get into…

OJ – How did you get into a Dom’s head space so well. It was pretty darn much on point. You pretty much got it. How?

JLTWow! No, I’m serious, WOW! Thank you so much for that compliment, OJ. As I was saying to Lisa, one of the most challenging things about writing Wes’ Denial was trying to ensure I got the ‘feeling’ of being a Dom down. I’m a sub – something I find great fulfillment in – and I have no desire to dominate another person sexually, so this particular aspect of the book was concerning for me. To be honest, it took me a little bit to find an angle I felt comfortable writing from. What I came up with was this: What do I, as a submissive, ‘hope’ a Dom is feeling when he’s with a sub – when he’s with me? I found that if I wrote that, that if I tapped into what I truly hoped a Dom was experiencing on an emotional level – the exhilaration of hurting, or humiliating, or controlling his sub – I could give voice to that. The following passage from Grif’s Toy finds Wes and Grif deep in a sexual scene and picks up with Wes asking Grif a question:

“And if it’s pain I decide I’d like to offer your meager prick? If it’s seeing you hurt that makes me hard, that gives me pleasure?”
And there it was, the key combination. Sure, I enjoyed the submission, the pain, and the denigration. But it was the combination—the indubitable knowledge—that he enjoyed my submission, inflicting the pain, and delivering the denigration, as much as I enjoyed receiving it. That’s where the complete bliss lay.

The above succinctly conveys my personal feelings about being a sub. Sure, I enjoy much of what trips Grif’s trigger but, like Grif, I wouldn’t enjoy having any of it done if I weren’t absolutely certain my Dom were deriving just as much pleasure and fulfillment out of doing those things to me. Knowing, without question, that he is enjoying hurting me, degrading me, using me for his desires… I have known no greater pleasure! With those basic truths and tenets in mind, I set about writing Wes’ character.

OJ – Grif is phenomenal. Again, how did you get into that headspace. He’s a complete person, tell me about that – getting into that subspace.

JLT*blushes* Again, thank you. I admit, writing Grif – both his character, and from his perspective – was relatively easy. As I mentioned, we share very similar sexual tastes. So, once I overcame my initial hesitation of putting into writing some of the most private aspects of my life (Grif and I share not only congruent sexual kinks, but also certain anatomy characteristics) I found writing him – and his story – both easy and surprisingly liberating.

OJ – Henrik and Paul. Wow. OK. The two scenes with them. How did you develop those? I’m really curious here. They’re off the scale. Really?

JLTThose two characters not only profoundly impact how Wes sees himself, but they are also pivotal to the overall arc of Wes’ Denial. Without delving too deeply into the scenes themselves, I will say they had to be hard-hitting. Indeed, each were defining moments in Wes’ life and colored many of his future decisions. Thus, the challenge in writing them was twofold: one, their significance would need to be unquestionable, and two, they had to be written in a way that was truthful to Wes’ character. I believe within each of us lies the ability to do something heinous, something tragic, something unforgivable, if the right circumstances present themselves. The key, I believe, when writing a story is finding the exact circumstances that both fit the character and, when presented with them, will subsequently push that character over the edge…cause him to (justifiably?) do something he’d never otherwise do. And, not coincidentally, both of the future-shaping events/scenes you mentioned, OJ, are motivated by love and compassion. Wes feels deeply and with his entire being.

OJ – Grif’s Toy and Wes’ Denial was not a quick project. How did you plot these two out, or did one come naturally out of the other?

JLTLOL! I laugh because these books were a VERY lengthy process. The first draft of Grif’s Toy was written in just under 4 weeks. That’s about six chapters a week, or slightly under a chapter a day. Needless to say, when I started writing, things just…flowed. But, that was just the first draft – countless others would follow. Wes’ Denial was written directly after that. In fact, some rather small parts were penned while I was writing Grif’s Toy. Both books were written in the spring/summer of 2013. Grif’s Toy wouldn’t be published until the fall of 2014, and Wes’ Denial was just released last week. To describe the process of shaping Grif’s Toy from ‘first draft’ to ‘publication ready’ as a learning experience would be a huge understatement. I wrote both books without any prior writing experience at all. (I don’t consider the mandatory writing I did while in college worthy of the designation ‘experience’.)

It’s generally accepted that there are two types of writing: 1) Plotting – meaning the entire book is plotted out prior to writing the first word, and 2) Pantsing – meaning nothing is plotted out and one simply sits down and starts writing. With the exception of the beginning and the ending of both books, I Pantsed the entire thing. I knew where each would start, and where each would end, but nothing more. Aside from that, what’s on the page is the result of placing my fingers on a keyboard and letting the story take me where it would. As you might imagine, there can be some significant drawbacks to this method of writing. Pictured below are the chapters in Wes’ Denial. One night, rather than rip my hair out yet again, I took the rather drastic step of ripping the book apart, spreading it on the table, and rearranging the entire thing. Once that was done, I went about rewriting the affected parts. I now consider myself a reformed Pantser and a firm Plotter.

Wes' Denial plot
Wes’ Denial plot

OJ – Thomas. I love Thomas. Might we see more of Thomas’ life in the future?

JLTThanks so much! I’m so glad you like him, because I simply adore him. Thomas is a much harsher Dom than Wes will ever be, but I found it nice to explore a less outwardly jovial character. Where Wes mostly derives pleasure from the psychological Thomas’ kink is much more physical. His love, his rush, his euphoria is causing physical pain. Thomas asks the question below of his sub and Wes, who were having a whispered conversation while Thomas was preparing his next implement of pain inflection:

“Are we about done with the chit-chat, ladies?” He rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck side-to-side before snipping, “My dick is hard and I want to hit someone.”

One of the things I find most attractive about Thomas, and Wes, is how they own their kinks. Neither apologizes for what turns them on – they embrace who they are, and what they like, wholly.

OJ – Quinn and Gage. What an amazing, and complimentary to Wes and Grif, couple they are. That beach scene, as a Dom, was one of the single most erotic things I’ve ever read. Creating a reward for your sub and kicking back with your fellow Dom to enjoy the results, like a fine glass of Scotch served neat. Yeah! That so works. Care to tell us more about that and perhaps there’s more to Quinn and Gage? A rich story there.

JLTAs an erotica author, I can’t easily convey how much that means to me, OJ. I write about sex, sure. And, without a doubt, I sincerely hope it titillates. However, I honestly believe their appeal is directly related to how much the reader has become invested in the story and with the characters. In fact, in addition to titillation, and of equal importance with these scenes, is conveying feelings, motivations, and forwarding the arc of the story. That difference – using sex as a vehicle – is what I feel defines and sets erotica authors aside from our non-erotica counterparts. It’s funny, I was talking about this very thing the other day with my friend Katie. Well, more specifically, we were discussing how much dialogue my sex scenes tend to contain. Again, the primary reason for that IS to further the story through sex. And why do I choose sex? Well, for one, it’s just downright fun to write about. But beyond that, it’s been my personal experience that people are either very emotionally closed, or very emotionally accessible during sex. Often times people are most real when they’re flayed open and vulnerable. And what better way to illustrate that vulnerability than to toss a submissive into an unfamiliar, perhaps even uncomfortable situation? Again, I’m so glad you found that scene enjoyable.

I also can’t easily put into words the joy writing about another D/s couple gave me. Quinn and Gage intrigue me tremendously! Of course I know most of their story; how they arrived where they are when we meet them in Wes’ Denial, what challenges they faced in the past, and some of the hurdles that face them in the future. Will their stories ever make it onto the page? I honestly have no plans to do so. But, again, never say never, right?

Thanks for stopping by and getting down and dirty with us. We sincerely cannot wait to see what other phenomenal stories you have up your sleeve, or caged up waiting for release.

BLURB

Wes has spent his life looking for that one special guy who will understand and love him—all of him. From his tender vanilla side, to his darker debauched side.

Throughout high school, his successful career in the Marines, and as a BDSM Dom, he’s remained confident his partner is out there waiting to be found.

However, several events shake his normally unflappable self–assurance.

And, even after he finds Grif, will his past catch up with him and possibly drive his soul mate away?

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The Master sub of #PleasureThroughDenial

Joseph Lance Tonlet
Joseph Lance Tonlet

JOSEPH LANCE TONLET is a born and raised Southern Californian—with a twenty-year stint of living in the Midwest. He loves the laid-back lifestyle of San Diego and considers himself lucky to live where people dream of vacationing. A lifelong reader of m/m fiction, he began his writing career one night sitting at his MacBook and has never looked back. He writes to bring the characters he dreams about to life.
#PleasureThroughDenial

Wes’ Denial
Published by Joseph Lance Tonlet
Copyright © 2016 by Joseph Lance Tonlet
ISBN: 9781370323111
Edited by Men in Ink
Cover Art by Preston Hultz – http://www.prestonhultz.com

Breathing Betrayal – Elemental Evidence Book One, by Bellora Quinn and Sadie Rose Bermingham – A Gay Guy/Straight Girl Review

Breathing Betrayal
Breathing Betrayal

Lisa’s Rating 4.0 stars
OJ’s Rating 4.0 stars
Lisa’s Review: attentionisarbitrary.com

Release date: 6/7/2016
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Murder Mystery 18+

BLURB

Jake Chivis is the descendant of Fire Elementals with a gift for psychometry, the ability to see memories from touching objects. After a bad breakup and trouble at work, Jake gave up his career as a detective in Detroit and moved to England to join a research program studying Elemental gifts at University College London. It seemed like the perfect way to escape his past and start over, and this time he’s vowed not to fall into the trap of dating a coworker. At least that’s the plan, until he meets Doctor Ilmarinen Gale.

Mari Gale is blond, sexy, relentlessly academic and comfortable in his own skin in a way Jake envies. After a handful of embarrassing encounters, Jake is ready to resign himself to staying under the radar, but when a colleague’s brother goes missing, he and Mari must work together to find him. As they dig into the inexplicable disappearance, Jake is impressed with Mari’s competence and unique skills, and even more impressed by his ability to wrap Jake around his finger. Together the unlikely pair discover murder, betrayal, secrets and just how high Mari can fan Jake’s flames.

CO-REVIEW

OJ

When my evil mastermind partner in crime and book hoarding enabler, Lisa Arbitrary, approached me about doing a Gay Guy/Straight Girl co-review for Breathing Betrayal I must admit I was somewhat hesitant about it. My TBR list is kilometers long and I’m trying to get with the deadlines… and then I read the blurb. Drats, foiled again because PNR !!! I am such a sucker for a good PNR story and the blurb read really good, so off I went. Man, am I glad I went! I am now hooked in for the remainder of this series as I want to see where it goes from here and also because good sex! Need I say more?

LISA

I think I’ve found a new series to follow. A character driven murder mystery that captivated me more with relationship development than plot, but it all fit well together.

THE CHARACTERS

OJ

Jake Chivis:

Lester in the print room said he was American, though Mari thought there was a slightly Hispanic look to his rough-cut, thick black hair and darkly handsome features. Maybe Romani, even? He couldn’t be sure. He was well built without looking chunky, except when he was bundled up in several layers of damp running gear, and almost as tall as Mari’s six-foot-two-inch frame, which was a plus. It got embarrassing trying to flirt with men who were forced to look up at him all the time. Not that he had any idea if Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome was even that way inclined.

Ilmarinen (Mari) Gale:

Now during his morning runs, he was distracted by looking around to see if he’d catch sight of a particular slender figure whose long legs ate up the distance like the wind. Jake told himself that he was only looking so that he could avoid him, and thereby avoid having to make polite conversation. It definitely wasn’t because of the way the ridiculously tight Lycra leggings he wore outlined every muscle in his lean thighs or the way his perfect ass looked so tasty in them. No, not at all.

LISA

Both of these guys are surprisingly fresh. They are believable, unique and flawed. The romantic relationship surprised me over and over. It isn’t perfect and that made it special.

“We keep finding the most inappropriate places to make out, you know.”

Dr. Ilmarinen Gale (Mari)

What a name, right? And right from the start I liked him. He’s flamboyant, flirtatious, continental, mouthy, brilliant and secretly reserved. Fabulous contrasts in his character. His gift: Human-cyber Interface
And I just love Mari’s mom!

Sometimes it was a pain in the ass to be both a psychic and a skeptic.

Jake Chivas

Sturdy, solid, steady, stable, SEXY and quite un-confident. American. Not Mari’s typical pick. His gift: Psychometry, clairvoyance.

THE STORY

OJ

Ilmarinen (Mari) Gale and Jake Chivis find themselves at crossroads in their respective lives, both of them wanting to move on from previous, ill fitted, and ill fated, relationships and looking for new starts in their lives. Mari, one of the precious few pure human-cyber Interfaces—men and women able to engage their minds directly with telecommunications networks and the worldwide web and Jake, whose Elemental prowess is the psychic ability to relive past scenes by touching objects – experiencing the scenes through the eyes of the person who had held the object at the time in question, end up working at University College London as part of the Six Elements Worldwide Network (SEWN) universities program under Dr. Anthony Weston, whose brother, Phil, has mysteriously disappeared.

As Mari and Jake get drawn into finding the missing Phil Weston with their paranormal Elemental abilities, they are inexorably drawn together and caught in a web of deceit, mystery and espionage.

I must say, as story plots go, this is one of the better ones I have experience for a good PNR.

LISA

Dr. Ilmarinen Gale and former detective, Jake Chivas, are pressured to collaborate on a work related mystery. The two men have previously “noticed” each other running in the park and after a brief but flirty encounter they are both uncomfortable being put on such a task. But when the big boss makes the request it’s hard to say no. They’re just going to be professional, do the minimum, and get back to their normal routines. Yeah. Right.

As they delve deeper into a mysterious disappearance, they also delve deeper into each other’s pants. The mystery pales in the background for a good portion of the book while we get to explore these men and they explore each other. But it picks up eventually and it winds along with a couple of twists and turns. I can’t say it was this aspect of the book that riveted me, but that’s okay, because the relationship development held my interest. To be clear, the mystery was fine, fully fleshed,just not earth-shattering. The characters though, they rocked my world.

THE WRITING

OJ

The writing caught me totally flat footed. I truly did not expect such good storytelling craftsmanship as I found here. Right away, right from the Prologue into the story, it just flows smoothly making for a pleasant, well edited book. One gets to know the characters and what makes them tick, their desires and fears and hurdles they’ve experienced in the past. The writing is imbued with a good sense of humor and I could feel Mari’s pathos from his previous relationships and the performance hurdle he can’t seem to overcome. The sex scenes are smoking good and the role reversal between the two MC’s is delicious. All of the characters have a sufficient development to not leave us hanging and the exquisitely detailed descriptions of each character is so refreshing! The ending is perfect for a continuing series. I highly recommend this for a good, PNR read.

One suggestion, if I may be so bold, to these two talented authors: perhaps in future books the paranormal abilities can be involved in the MC’s sex scenes? I found myself craving this. It was kind of like a missing, tantalizing piece.

LISA

A straightforward and uncomplicated writing style made this a readable read. It wasn’t heady by any stretch. I particularly like the believable complexity the authors added to the sex scenes. I wasn’t expecting to find something surprising there. Well done.

No doubt about it, I’ll be looking for the next book in the series.

THE THREE QUESTIONS

For Lisa

1) Team Ilmari or Team Jake?
2) Talk to me about the sex scenes – whatcha think? Plusses/minuses?
3) Do you think Mari’s future will be interwoven in upcoming episodes?

For OJ

1) Did Mari’s “different” sexual needs work?
2) Cordiline? More of him? Yes? No? (Really, that’s one question.)
3) Believable PNR or hogwash?

THE AUTHORS

Bellora Quinn

Originally hailing from Detroit Michigan, Bellora now resides on the sunny Gulf Coast of Florida where a herd of Dachshunds keeps her entertained. She got her start in writing at the dawn of the internet when she discovered PbEMs (Play by email) and found a passion for collaborative writing and steamy hot erotica. Soap Opera like blogs soon followed and eventually full novels. The majority of her stories are in the M/M genre with urban fantasy or paranormal settings and many with a strong BDSM flavour.
Email: bellora@berminghamquinn.com

Sadie Rose Bermingham

A storyteller since before she started school, Sadie also enjoys reading, photography,
live music and long walks on the beach. Sadie has worked as a bookseller, a pedigree editor for the racing industry and a local and family history researcher. Originally from the north of England, she has been working her way across the UK ever since. She currently resides on the south east coast with her long term partner, where she hopes to buy a mobile home and establish a whippet farm.
Email: sadie.rose.bermingham@gmail.com

THE DISCLAIMER

I would like to thank Bellora Quinn and Sadie Rose Bermingham and Pride Publishing for providing OJ He Say with a review copy in exchange for an honest review.

Breathing Betrayal
ISBN # 978-1-78651-422-6
©Copyright Bellora Quinn and Sadie Rose Bermingham 2016
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright May 2016
Edited by Rebecca Scott
Published in 2016 by Pride Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Pride Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.