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Monday, January 16, 2017

Saguine Shadows Book Tour - Erzabet Bishop #vampireromance #erotic #series #promotional



Like snarky vampires? Give this girl a try…

Now available from award-winning and international best-selling author Erzabet Bishop! Something stalks the streets of Salem and there’s wild magic in the air…
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Sanguine Shadows by Erzabet Bishop. Start your journey into the Curse Worker universe!
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Ball gowns and bite marks…

Mari Di Bartolo was a witch coming back to her roots in Salem. Juggling work and school, she is a woman on a mission until she is attacked one night after work and left for dead. When Mari is about to step through the veil, she is given a choice-become a vampire or fade away. She chooses life. Nevertheless, it’s not her new Sire that holds Mari’s attention, but the strange and enigmatic Fae with the golden green eyes. Full of mischief and mayhem, the night of the Vampire Ball is upon her and all that glitters may just be her teeth in the moonlight.

Darkness lurks in the shadows…

Fenris is the Captain of the Guard for the Queen of the Dark Court. For centuries he’s secured the barrier between the human world and Faery, part of a Protectorate that keeps humans blissfully ignorant of the beings hidden in their midst. But when another rogue wolf attack brings him to a crime scene, he remembers another girl with long dark hair and eyes that spoke to his soul. On a night filled with wild magic, there will be blood and some of it might just be given willingly.

*Includes Bonus: Map Of Bones, a prequel short story to Malediction.
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Tags: shifters, fae, vampires, ghosts, party, Salem

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Curse Worker Series:
1. Sanguine Shadows
2. Map of Bones
3. Malediction (pre-order now!) http://rxe.me/7FPHRI
4. Arcane (coming soon)



Excerpt from Sanguine Shadows by Erzabet Bishop

Her eyes widened and her lips parted and he caught a glimpse of fang. “I…didn’t know you cared.”
“If I didn’t, why would I have convinced Roark to turn you?” He tugged her closer, the push of her breasts against his chest making it hard to concentrate on mere words. He’d known she was meant for him from the first second he’d seen her but he had to let Roark take her or risk her dying.
“You don’t know me. I was just a girl on the street. A human not worth your consideration.”
Fenris didn’t miss the hurt in her eyes. Perhaps he had been wrong leaving her alone. He’d been convinced he was right letting her assimilate unhindered into her new life. He also couldn’t fault her reasoning. She was right. They had no claim on one another, only an attraction that blazed to life in the most untenable of situations.
But she was wrong on one account. He had noticed her before-just not in a way he might have acted upon. Human and supernatural interaction was forbidden but he was unable to let her die. Not like that.
 He wasn’t able to stop thinking about her and hadn’t since that night.
“I did notice you, witchling. How could I not?” He lifted a finger and traced the side of her face, his cock hardening at the moan that slipped unbidden from her lips. “You burn inside of me. Only I couldn’t act. Not until then. But I had to save you. To do anything else…” He let his voice trail off and watched her reaction.
Mari blinked and reached forward, pressing her lips to his. “It’s like a fire, isn’t it? A fire in the blood.”
“Oh Gods, yes.”


About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award-winning and international bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction, Map of Bones, Sanguine Shadows, Arcane (coming soon in the Prowlers and Growlers box set) The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Mistletoe Kisses, Surrender, Torment (upcoming), Hedging Her Bets, Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

How About a "Nice" Story? #bookreview #gay #yaoi #orimita

Welcome to BRB, everyone. Happy New Year! I’ve got the next twelve months planned out…well, I shouldn’t really say planned. I’ve just set a few goals, and I'm already working hard to reach them. I hope 2017 will prove to be prosperous for us all. 

I can’t say I come across a “nice” yaoi too frequently. More often than not the stories lean towards the tragic, are filled with angst, too much drama or they are over-the-top perverse. I hate to say this but too much of that kind of crap isn’t necessary, and it can actually hinder a good story. Of course, secrets or a past traumatic event can help with character development thus creating depth, which adds to the illusion of realism. And I do understand that some yaoi, yuri and bara et cetera is labelled as smut, and fair enough, that’s what a lot of it simply is. But every once in a while, like a bolt out of the blue, I come across a mangaka artist that doesn’t rely on the sex but straightforward and engaging moments to pen a truly “nice” story. One such artist is Ori Mita. She’s written only three mangas that I’m aware of: Yamada to Shounen, Shiro no Koro and Hoppe ni Himawari. 

In Yamada to Shounen, Yamada a twenty-six-year-old labourer, on his way back from work Christmas night, discovers a drunk and crying high school student, Chihiro, lying on the ground. In the spur of the moment, he takes Chihiro home. Chihiro’s upset because he’s in love with someone of the same-sex. What makes this slow burn romance, so “nice” is the lack of rape, forced feelings and the usual bullshit found in many yaoi. Yamada is straight, and he’s the most endearing out of the pair as he gradually falls in love with Chihiro. And he isn’t the usual seme; Yamada is a very patient and sweet man. 

Shiro no Koro is a short story about middle school student Taiichi, who befriends the new transfer student from the city, Fujimoto. Eventually, Fuji falls for Taiichi. But because the pair spends so much time together, Taiichi is teased by the other students for being gay. He is uncertain how he feels about Fuji, but he knows it’s more than just friendship. Then Fuji tells him he's moving back to the city after graduation. They’re separated then meet by accident years later in college, only to spark up a real relationship. Both characters are great; a breath of fresh air. And it’s Taiichi that takes a leapt of faith when he tells Fuji, he was his first love. 

I love each story, but my favourite is Hoppe ni Himawari. Physical unattractiveness in any form isn’t generally portrayed in manga, and I suspect it’s because the publishers believe it won't appeal to the readers. But every once in a while a gem will appear. In Hoppe ni Himawari, overweight and cheerful Yone, tirelessly tends the plants in the school garden club. He doesn’t have much self-confidence, but he’s honest and kind to everyone no matter how they treat him. And there is one classmate he admires. Arai, the captain of the baseball team, always comes to his defense whenever the teasing gets out of hand. As they get to know one another, Arai uses a pitiful excuse to confess.
All I can say about this yaoi is it’s awesome. Looks don’t matter it’s what’s inside that counts. At first, I wasn’t certain if Arai was just playing on Yone’s emotions, but it quickly became apparent that wasn’t the case. And the ending is great. You see the pair as adults in a committed relationship. 

Honestly, I think if Ms. Mita keeps writing these “nice” stories, I’m positive we’ll see much more of her work in the future. Five gold stars!

Happy Yaoi Hunting!
Blak Rayne

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Jack's Magical Beanstalk and the Jeweled Grotto - Pablo Michaels #bookreview #gayromlit #mustread #adventure




Jack's Magical Beanstalk and the Jeweled Grotto
By Pablo Michaels

BCB:
In this sequel to the adult fairy tale book, Jack and the Magical Beanstalk, Jack and Sam have been living happily together on Jack’s prosperous farm with Jack’s widowed mother, Lorene, and the two farmhands, Zeke and Adam.

When Sam started having nightmare concerning his father’s health, Sam became distraught and felt helpless not being able to go back to the land he was born, even though Jack attempted to find a way to climb back up high in the sky to Sam’s native land.

When Sam traded five prized bean seeds and a golden egg to the peculiar old man wearing only a red bikini underwear for five magic beans, he agreed to make it a secret and was unable to tell Jack. Adam was aware Sam was dealing with the peculiar old man and blackmailed Sam into having sex to keep his secret before Sam grew another magical beanstalk.

Before Sam could climb Sam climbed the beanstalk to help his ailing father, unaware there were two new villainous giants, Duchess Luscious Lips Loretta and Queen Buxom Bosom Belinda inhabiting the castle. Jack was left behind to save the farm after a late spring blizzard killed the crop of beans without any more prized seeds to plant.

Did Sam Save his ailing father and brothers? Did Jack figure out a way to save the farm from ruin? Did Jack follow Sam and save him from the wrath of the giants?

Purchase Link: Amazon


Book Review ~

Jack’s Magical Beanstalk and the Jeweled Grotto has it all: steamy sex, infinite riches, giants, adventure and even a little deception. What more could a fan of gay romance want? The main characters, Jack and his lover Sam, are wonderfully illustrated. Jack is a big, brawny, good-looking farmer who wooed Sam from the land above the beanstalk. He’s forthright, strong and honest—a hard-working individual whose only aim is to keep his family and farm safe from harm. Sam isn’t quite as robust, but nevertheless, he is intelligent and faithful, and he’ll do anything for kith and kin. Sam’s father and brother fall ill, and although it’s a dangerous choice, he returns home to save them. Plagued by visions that Sam may be in trouble, Jack soon follows. I love the relationship between these men, both are wholly devoted, and that’s what makes for a heartwarming story. I thoroughly enjoyed the first book in this series, and Jack’s Magical Beanstalk is a very nice continuation; an excellent read on its own. I can't wait for the next book. Definitely five stars! 😍

Happy Yaoi Hunting!
Blak Rayne

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Saturday, December 24, 2016

Merry Christmas - A Little Reading for the Holidays #gayromlit #darkromance #reaper #mustread


Merry Christmas, everyone! This is my first post in over a week. I'm afraid with the holiday season my life is never my own. Christmas kind of snuck up on me. I did manage to complete a couple of books though. Both should be available in the first months of the year. Have a great weekend--eat lots, drink lots, be merry, and be safe!

Kiss the Reaper
By Blak Rayne

‘Wherever depravity knocks, he will answer. Whenever Z knocks, he will kill.’

For Z, prostitution is a way of life, but it’s also become his prison. Desperate to forget his ugly existence, even if it’s only once a week, he confides in a john—a mysterious but kind man named Brody. Every Friday night they talk until the early morning hours. Brody is altruistic, giving him the attention he craves and, in time, they cultivate a unique bond.
For Brody, he’s found something special in Z—an innate charm and pure view of the world—qualities he can appreciate. He’s grown fond of Z and comfortable with their routine, but he knows it will soon come to an end.
Fueled by curiosity, Z follows Brody through the city to a dance club. He wants to learn all he can about his unusual client. However, he discovers more than he bargained for—a dark unsettling secret is hidden in a back room, a secret he can never share.

Excerpt:
The elevator slid shut at the far end of the hallway and I caught a glimpse of Brody inside. I raced past it and down three levels of a concrete stairwell to catch him. Once on the street, he walked like he had a purpose, cutting straight through anyone in his path. I followed him for several blocks, where he entered an abandoned warehouse in an industrial park. I kept close to the walls and shadows, careful not to disturb anything.
On the fifth floor, in what had once been a spacious office, sat the basics in furniture—a liquor cabinet and kitchenette, bathroom, and a bed—it wasn’t how I expected him to live. A meticulous man, he seemed the type who would rent a West End condo.
Brody began to remove his clothes, and I ducked behind a rusted filing cabinet. He wasn’t huge or burly, but lean, an unbreakable man, and I felt an even stronger attraction to him. In certain respects we were one in the same—a pair of freakish oddballs—mutually needy. I wanted his attention and it seemed he wanted my approval. But what about love? And what about sex?
His cock was long and lean like him, his nakedness beautiful. My stomach fluttered and I bottled my breath, quickly looking away to stay calm. He deserved privacy and my respect. But my thoughts were far from respectful.
Water ran, and I waited, rubbing nervously at my sweaty upper lip. The bathroom door opened, and Brody emerged in a cloud of steam, waist wrapped in a towel. In minutes, he was dressed and adjusting his tie in front of the large window. Then he slid the holsters over his shoulders, buckled the chest strap, and put on his blazer.
Once again, he was on the move, myself in pursuit. But somehow within a block of the warehouse, his trail had gone cold.
“Shit,” I gasped, my breath misting in the air. Light from a neon sign nearby glistened on the damp pavement. No other business in the immediate area was open. I had a hunch and pulled on the blackened entrance door.
Loud music hit like a brick, rattling my chest. People drank, danced and made out—the club was a den of wickedness. And I soon became disoriented in the chaos, temporarily absorbed like water into a sponge by the hypnotic pulse of lights. I shoved against the suffocating mass of bodies and scanned the sea of bobbing heads. At the rear of the club, I noticed a hallway emitting a red glow and, for some inexplicable reason, I felt drawn to it and moved in that direction.
When I reached it, a man brushed past, bumping my arm. The unnatural light obscured his head and shoulders. I paused and glanced back, but he’d vanished. Our interaction was so brief, only his stature had registered. There were three doors to my left and the middle one stood partly open. I gave it a cautious push and it crept inwards. The red glow from the corridor gradually spread across the floor.
I gagged.
In the center of the room was a dead man, seated on a chair in front of a boarded window, his mouth gaping, a quarter-sized hole in his forehead. He stared with vacant eyes, those deprived of a soul. Blood trickled past the bridge of his nose and had spattered the plywood in the window, like someone had flicked paint from his or her fingertips.
For the first few seconds, I was too traumatized to be scared, but had enough sense to get out of there. Murder was still illegal. Turning on my heels, I blew from the room, heart hammering. I tried to act normal, but failed, wading at an urgent pace across the dance floor, propelling people out of my way. A yard ahead was the silhouette of a tall figure, a man engulfed in the epileptic beat of strobe lights. I don’t know why, but the back of his head and shoulders, and his sturdy purposeful gait seemed all too familiar. He had to be the man who’d passed me minutes before.
He exited the building and I did the same, dashing outside into the drizzly night. Gulping at the cold air, I looked in every direction. The street was desolate, not a human in sight—the man had, yet again, vanished into thin air. I turned east for home, an alley sandwiched between the club and neighboring building, and someone materialized from the shadows.
“W-who are you?” I demanded, limbs shaking.

Tags: Gay, Gayromlit, Romance, MMromance, Drama, Dark, Twisted, Killers, Assassins, Murder, Orphan, Prostitution, Futuristic, City Setting, Sex, Adult Fiction, and Must Read.

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