You’re nobody until some bunny loves you #shifter #romance @mlrpress


Can a werewolf hunter and a bunny shifter find love in Illinois? To me the combo is somewhat mind boggling – though kind of cute! – but the story has gotten some great reviews on Goodreads.

I loved this! I liked the first book in the Hoppity Shifter series, but I think I liked this one even better. Justin melted my heart. He was the perfect blend of innocent and fierce, confused and protective.

I wouldn’t say this is quite insta-love, but it borders on the cusp. Nevertheless, the author is able to weave in character backstory among a background of shifter politics, in a book that’s only about 30K words. Pretty impressive. I’d love to know more about shifter politics and dynamics in future books.

It was cute, it was sweet, it was funny. It’s a great, low-angst, summertime read, and we even get a peek into how the MC’s from Chasing His Cottontail (book 1) are doing.

This sounds like a perfect beach read. It’s funny, cute and not overly dramatic. Ah, young love. Let’s hear it for the cottontail men! Here is the cover:

This book is on sale now at Amazon, MLR Press and all other ebook outlets.

Enjoy! And like mom said, always eat your carrots!

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Styx and Stone by Leigh Ellwood:

 

After a sleep break and a leisurely sit with a hot coffee—we have it here, no worries—I emerged from my cabin to find him, tall, dark-haired, and brooding handsome face covered in stubble, leaning against the ticket booth with his arms folded and ankles crossed. He only needed a leather jacket and lit cigarette to complete the tough-guy aura, but when I neared in my blue tank top, cargo shorts, and flip flops he turned into a whiner and ruined the whole image.

“Finally.” He huffed and pushed away from the booth. “I’ve been waiting forever for somebody to help me.”

“Of course you have. This is forever and it’s also never. Keep your jocks on.” Or not. I’m good either way, and when he stomped away a few feet to release his frustration I admired how that fine ass filled his jeans. I thought of filling it with my hard cock and let a sigh of disappointment sag me. There’s no rule against the departed hanging out on my side of the river for any length of…well, you know, but once I dock at the other end everybody’s hot to see what the afterlife offers.

Stone Herron struck me as just that type, eager to get on with eternity. I consulted the roster as his listing surfaced. Mid-thirties, otherwise healthy, single. Standing in the wrong spot when something conked him on the head.

I tsked and tore off his ticket from the dispenser. “Sucky business, dude. Looks like you weren’t finished in the mortal world yet.”

He rubbed the back of his scalp, presumably where the hard falling object had made contact. “I was at a protest rally. They’d just struck down the same-sex marriage ban and some assholes decided to picket downtown. We only went to counter peacefully, and somebody apparently packed bricks. Who the fuck throws a brick into a crowd of people?”

 

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First Swallow of Spring by Asta Idonea

He became aware of the sound of laughter and music. Something prodded him in the ribs, and he opened his eyes to find several beaming faces peering down at him. The owners of those faces chattered amongst themselves.

“He came again, the handsome boy.”

“Our lord will be well pleased.”

“Is he ready to dance with us?”

“Seanán will be dancing with none but me.” The words were softly spoken, yet the tone brooked no argument, and at this utterance, the others scurried away and a new figure stepped into view.

A wave of contentment flooded through Seanán. “Iorweth.” He accepted Iorweth’s proffered hand, and Iorweth pulled him to his feet as if he weighed nothing. He gazed up at the regal figure. “I have missed you.”

“And I you. Shall we dance?”

Iorweth swept Seanán into his arms and they spun toward the edge of the clearing. The others made room for them and they joined the chain, circling the stone in a dance of pure delight. The music came from no discernible source, but it filled the air, bright and bell-like, and between its magical refrains, the fae laughed, clapped, and cavorted in the moonlight.

 

 

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How Hercules Got His Bruise by Eva Lefoy

Sisyphus’ eyes flew wide seconds before he opened his mouth and screamed, “Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!” Each hoarse shout rang louder than the last as his body went rigid and arched like a bow, his cock notched like an arrow in Hercules’ firm hand. So much seed sprayed from Sisyphus’ shaft that Hercules’ belly and chest were coated, yet still more flowed. With a cry of astonishment, Hercules sank to his knees, intent on tasting the proof of Sisyphus’ desire. When Hercules’ tongue dredged through the salty white fluid pouring out the tip, a zap as sharp as one of Zeus’ thunderbolts hit him. Momentarily stunned, he looked up at Sisyphus’ ecstatic face and found him gazing lovingly down at Hercules. His heart lurched. Damn if that wasn’t one of Eros’ arrows that had hit me. For as Sisyphus gazed upon him, Hercules knew he’d do anything to keep him as his lover. To hell with Zeus’ punishment. I need this. I need him.

“Sisyphus,” he whispered hoarsely as he stood. Once upright, he pulled the man to him so they touched waist to waist, thighs pressed against thighs. He groaned at the contact, and so did Sisyphus. The sound rushed desire through Hercules, flaring brighter than before. How was this possible to feel such arousal for a man? His urge to claim Sisyphus as his lover grew by the second.

The man caressed Hercules’ swollen lips with a look of admiration and need that would have made Aphrodite weep with jealousy. “My hero. Did I service you properly? It was my first time.”

He laughed with relief. “Yours too? I have never been with a man before either.” He stroked Sisyphus’ tan cheek and firm jaw, memorizing the curves as though they were his own. “But I could continue our activities all day.”

At the word “day,” Sisyphus turned his gaze to the sun and frowned. “Oh, no. It is late afternoon. The sun will set soon. I must get back to work or I shall never finish.”

Hercules frowned as his lover stepped out of his arms and headed toward the giant rock. After experiencing such selfless idolization, Sisyphus’ abrupt about-face stung. How dare he? And yet, he understood the man’s one-track determination better than most. All he had to do was distract him, lure him away from that damn rock and back into his arms!

 

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Can a swan #shifter survive without his feathers? Find out in Sexy to Go #Gay Romance

Get some good reading in this week!

Ladies and gentlemen we have an excellent selection of M/M romance stories in Sexy to Go’s latest volume. These tales deliver all – from seriously romantic couples to first-time hookups and fantasy teases to leave you wanting more. See for yourself what we have to offer. You won’t be disappointed:

Matzo Ball by Avery Duran – (Contemporary/Big city)

When Jacob’s outgoing best friend talks him into attending a party for Jewish singles, neither man realizes that it’s not a gay event. Things go from bad to worse when Jacob’s friend doesn’t show up. The night turns around when Jacob befriends Ian, a sexy bartender. After a spectacular kiss good night, they go their separate ways. But Jacob can’t forget the chemistry he shared with Ian, and hungers for more. In a city the size of New York, will these men be able to find their way back to each other?

 

Styx & Stone by Leigh Ellwood – (Historical / Greek mythology)

What’s the afterlife really like? Charon the ferryman knows the River Styx like the back of his hand, and he enjoys giving newly departed Stone the full tour.

 

First Swallow of Spring by Asta Idonea (Fantasy / Fae)

The first swallow of spring draws Seanán back to the fae circle each year, where he dances with the handsome fae lord, Iorweth. He knows the four rules he must follow if he wishes to be free to leave at the end of the night; however, Iorweth is growing ever more inventive in his attempts to trick Seanán into breaking them.

 

How Hercules Got His Bruise by Eva Lefoy – (Historical / Roman god)

Hercules might have completed his 12 labors and become immortal, but he’s still not out to himself. Until he meets Sisyphus, a man who turns him on in ways not even a goddess can compete with. When Zeus threatens to destroy their new bond, Hercules must again rise to the challenge, this time to protect his right to love a man.

 

Loggerhead by Dale Lowry – (Existing couple / Contemporary)

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.

 

Handyman by Jodi Payne – (Contemporary / Hot Contractor / Sudden hookup)

Danny is haunted by memories of his ex, Peter, who moved out six months ago. He recognizes just how bad off he is when he wakes up to a flood in his condo, a problem Peter would have adeptly handled. Danny can’t find the insurance paperwork, he doesn’t know who he should call first, and he’s about ready to strangle his stoner neighbors. His day starts looking up, though, when the workmen arrive to deal with the water, replace his breaker box and demolish the soaked ceiling. Ken, a handyman, shows up to handle the drywall, but can Danny handle Ken?

 

Clipped Wings by Shiloh Saddler – (PNR / Swan shifter)

When a male swan shifter is captured by a cruel master he develops feelings for another male slave. The master has plans for the shifter that go against every fiber of his being. Will the two men bow down to their station in life or take flight to keep their love alive?

 

Rebuilding the Future by Sam Thorne – (Contemporary / Hot Contractor)

Allen’s peace has been seriously disturbed. As the shy architect takes on the task of extending the home he inherited from his late aunt, his life becomes a battle. The building work is going fine, but he can barely contain his one-way lust for sexy foreman Declan, who’s a one-man generator of testosterone and mixed messages. As the build completion approaches, Allen’s ready to do just about anything to keep Declan around a little longer…

 

Man in the Mirror by A.E. Wasp – (Existing Couple / Love overcome time’s effects)

A companion story to the Paper Hearts novel, Man in the Mirror is the first short in a new erotic series set in the world of the Veterans Affairs books.

Benny hasn’t let Mikey see him naked in a week, will barely let Mikey touch him. Mikey’s going to get to the bottom of the issue if it takes all night.

Gay Couple Love Home Concept

EXCERPT: CLIPPED WINGS BY SHILOH SADDLER

After a quiet meal, Christopher followed Stephen up a back staircase and down a long hallway. “This is my room. Our room.” He opened the door and Christopher was pleasantly surprised to see it furnished with all the essentials: bed, chest of drawers, washstand with bowl and pitcher and even a small mirror hanging on the wall.

Christopher quickly stripped off his clothes and lounged on top of the covers. Arms folded behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling, struggling to hold back a smile. Stephen’s lustful stare heated him, and it took all of his restraint to not react. He would not make the first move. However, he wouldn’t make it easy to resist his charms. He needed help to get his feathers back, and Stephen might be his ticket to freedom.

“You’re naked.” Stephen’s voice had a raspy quality.

“It is summer. I’m hot-blooded.” Finally, turning to look at him, he offered a shrug. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, no of course, not,” Stephen croaked.

Christopher struggled to hold back a laugh. His roommate was not a good liar. “Do you sleep naked, too?”

“No, I…” Stephen swallowed hard and Christopher eyed his bobbing Adam’s apple. “I—I have a nightshirt.”

“Oh.” Christopher tried to keep his disappointment from showing. He could make quick work of that piece of clothing.

Back turned, Stephen changed into his nightshirt and then washed his face and brushed his teeth with tooth powder. It seemed like hours before his weight dipped the mattress, although it was really only a few minutes. Christopher’s heart thumped against his ribcage. He silently appraised Stephen’s prone form and his cock stirred.

Taking a deep breath, he told himself to behave. Nude, it was hard to hide his desire. A smile tugged at his lips. From his searing gaze Stephen had to know he was interested.

Rolling on his side, he got a better look at the man fanning the fire in his stomach. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.

Stephen’s eyes widened. “I’m nothing special.”

The self-deprecating words knifed through his heated body. Had Master Randall worn down the man’s confidence? He knew how easily that could happen. His promise not to make the first move went out the window. He’d have to show the man just how he felt. Reaching out, he caressed the man’s cheek.

Instantly the hardness in his expression melted away. After a brief kiss, Stephen’s dark eyes hooded. “Mmm. It has been a long time for me.”

“Me too,” Christopher replied and then kissed him again, this time his tongue plunged inside the man’s sweet mouth.

He wasn’t about to say he was a virgin. Not without explaining the ways of his people. Kissing he could do though.

Stephen moaned. Christopher plumbed his mouth stroke after stroke. The taste of salt and onions lingered on his tongue.

Hand slipping under his nightshirt, Christopher skimmed Stephen’s chest, pinching and twirling one nipple.

Stephen growled and Christopher broke the kiss, a chuckle bubbling up his throat. Fingers straying from his nipple, he grazed the dusting of hair leading lower.

Heat blazed with their skin-to-skin contact. His body thrummed and inside his swan crooned. He felt a deep connection with Stephen, not just a physical one. Finally, what was happening clicked into place. Mate. Stephen was his mate. That’s why he couldn’t control his shifting. He’d needed to be in human form to find his mate.

It felt like a double-edged sword—fate blessing and cursing him at the same time….

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Stranded for twenty-four hours in Mumbai, India, contract negotiator, Thomas Barkley searches for a man who can make him forget his pain. When a trip through the red light district leaves him cold, he turns to Madame Eve’s service and finds a shot at redemption—but first, he has to survive it.

Indian male prostitute, Arjun Mukesh, begged Madame Eve to set him up for one night of real pleasure. He knows better than to expect anything but a brief hiatus from his miserable life. When Thomas showers Arjun with tender and very real affection, his heart begins to ache for more than a taste of the life he cannot have. Unfortunately, his boss Ranjeet won’t to let him go without a fight.

Amidst a spray of bullets, Thomas must convince Arjun to take a chance on a new life in America before it’s too late for both of them.

Excerpt:

 

Stomach churning and in need of a drink, he stared at his reflection in the mirrored elevator walls and wondered for the billionth time if he’d picked the right shirt. Mostly white, with a small blue check pattern, it seemed to him to peg him as American, as did the navy khakis. Everyone around him wore clothing made from lighter, flimsier material that flowed when they moved. He looked stiff by comparison. Out of place.

 

Exiting the elevator, he walked to the end of the hallway and turned right. He paused at the first door and read the number—751. His room must be down the hall. A sharp cry of distress tore his gaze toward the source. Four or five rooms down, a man dressed in dark clothes and sunglasses used his foot to prevent a door from closing as he shouted in what Thomas thought must be Hindi. He didn’t speak the language, but tensed anyway at the violent tone.

 

Out of the blue, the man turned his head toward Thomas and shot him a sinister look.

 

Thomas immediately recognized the look from too many run-ins with banana republic bodyguards and stiffened. Callous bastards are the same the world over. But he’s none of my business. I’m only here for my date. He focused his gaze once more on the suite numbers and kept moving. Seconds later, the awful truth became clear. Damn. He’s outside room 759. What does he want with my date? If he’s my date, I’m out of here.

 

All senses on high alert, he stopped at the floor-to-ceiling picture window at the end of the hall, pretending to take in the view. A long row of glass-and-steel hotels glittered like diamonds in the night. But poverty lay beyond them and went on for miles. In the reflection, he watched the jerk outside 759 push against the door. Hands deep in his pockets, muscles tense, Thomas wished he had a gun. That’s the only thing guys like him understand.

 

The argument grew louder, both voices rising. Finally, a screech of pain split the air. Thomas whirled and bolted, all pretense he needn’t become involved instantly gone. Guilt and panic drove him toward the sound like a magnet, shooing away his training, his experience, and his better judgment like flies. The harasser turned, eyes wide, seconds before Thomas slammed into him.

 

Size-wise, Thomas had the advantage but he had no illusions size would settle the argument. The slick-suited man he’d nearly toppled regained his footing quick as a cat and came at him with the violent grace of a street fighter. One hand disappeared inside his jacket and came back out.

 

Thomas caught the flash of a knife and pulled back, but not in time.

 

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