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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Author Spotlight - Makoto Tateno #authorspotlight #drama #yaoi #manga

Welcome to BRB, everyone!

Author Spotlight – Makoto Tateno

Makoto Tateno also publishes under the pseudonym Shinjuku Tango. She’s a prolific mangaka and, to date, she has created 30+ series of manga in the shoujo market, mainly in the BL genre. But, she is probably most well known with her English-speaking audiences for her yaoi series Yellow that was published by DMP. Her debut was in 1986 with a short story titled Yuraete Tamago Boys, which was published by Hakusensha and serialized in the magazine Hana to Yume. 

I’ve read most of Ms. Tateno’s work, and some of my favourites are: Yellow, Hero Heel, A Murmur of the Heart, A Waltz in the Clinic, Romeo x Romeo, and the one shot Warui Yume (Bad Dream). Of course, she has a signature style that any yaoi enthusiast can spot a mile away. But what I love most is her ability to tell a decent story. Some mangaka’s, just like traditional authors, rely more on character development, and they’re very good at it, however, others are great storytellers. And Ms. Tateno has a knack for pulling the reader in before they realize what’s happened then they’re hooked.


Book Review: Warui Yume or Bad Dream

I don’t generally review one shots, but Warui Yume hit a nerve and left me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth. One day, out of the blue, Satoru tells his long time lover and flat mate that he wants a change of scenery. Basically, he wants them to go back to being friends without giving an explanation. His lover Kazu doesn’t bat an eye and agrees to his terms. And, from that moment on, the idiot seme Satoru, who is extremely self-centered, gradually begins to regret what he did. In thirty-three pages the uke Kazu gives his ex a taste of his own medicine. I really like Kazu, and give him kudos for putting up with the crap he did. I don’t care for how these two treated one another, especially Satoru. But, then, having been in a similar situation in my youth, I can relate. Five stars!

Happy Yaoi Hunting!

Blak Rayne

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Intense by Kyungha Yi - Book Review #dark #romance #sex #mafia

Welcome to BRB, everyone!

Kyungha Yi’s Intense is a dark, dramatic romance that shows the grim reality of gang life and, what happens when a pair of young men with nothing to lose, triumph over their greatest fears. This four-book, Boy’s Love set is beautifully drawn with exquisite characters that have a heart-breaking story to tell.

Jiwoon’s father commits suicide over a massive debt, leaving Jiwoon in the hands of the mafia. Raised in an abusive and unforgiving environment, he rarely speaks and does what he’s told to do. But when his boss ends up in jail, he’s banished to live in the red light district, where he meets a mute Soohan—a strange, young man who keeps to himself. Jiwoon is immediately taken with Soohan; he’s attractive with a gentle nature. And he can’t stop staring at Soohan’s amazing eyes. Eventually, they strike up a rapport that turns intimate. But only a short time into their relationship Jiwoon’s boss gets out of jail, and the pair is forced apart. In desperation, Soohan follows his lover into the lion's den.

BCB:

The mafia banishes Jiwoon Kang to live in a secluded red light district among struggling prostitutes, dirty street thugs, and shady drug dealers. He's a quiet man with deadly talents with a knife. The local thugs quickly learn to hate him. To maintain peace, a brothel manager sends Jiwoon to live with a strange local man Soohan. Soohan is a mute. He only wishes to be left alone and help prostitutes in need. The street thugs hate him, too. Both men carry deadly, dark, and traumatic secrets in their past. They may find that their only solace and protection...lies in each other.



I’ve read countless manga from every genre. And, I can honestly say, that out of all those titles only a precious few are actually worth mentioning. Intense is an intense narrative that stirred my emotions. One minute my heart sank and the next I was on the verge of tears. I love a story that can keep me reeling until the end. Fantastic! This manga is definitely a five-star read!

Happy Yaoi Hunting!
Blak Rayne

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Books Worth Reading - Author Dariel Raye #bookreviews #paranormal #romance #adultfiction

Books Worth Reading! Both 5 Stars!

Calm Assurance – Orlosian Warriors Bk. 1


I’ve never read anything by this author, so I took a chance and was pleasantly surprised to find this book a perfect choice. Malina Tarver wants nothing more than to have a normal life, and Orlosian warrior Asriel is sent to earth to watch over her. Even though the main characters have contrasting personalities, they still manage to compliment one another. And as their relationship grows so does the intrigue. Calm Assurance is a paranormal romance worth reading.

Destiny’s Favor – Orlosian Warriors Bk. 2

I like a well-written book that can appeal to a broad audience, and Destiny’s Favor is an excellent choice. With romance, drama, mystery, suspense, action and a touch of the supernatural, it drew me in and kept me reading right to the last page. Japheth, a vampiric type being, defects from his people to find his soul mate. It can’t get any more romantic than desperation brought on by unrequited love and decades of yearning. This book is a wonderful follow-up to Calm Assurance.




Destiny’s Favor (Orlosian Warriors Bk. 2)
Destiny’s Favor synopsis

His world shifted the moment she was born. Now, nothing can stop him from making her his.

Imagine meeting a man who looks like an angel, wings and all? What would you do if this man told you he existed with only one purpose – to claim you and only you?

Destiny Carter is a feisty, take charge, Rubinesque beauty with a tough façade, who finds herself in that age old quandary, “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.” A string of lackluster relationships leave her hopeless and ready to settle…Until she meets Japheth, the man her fiancé claims is his best friend! Japheth’s arrival is heralded by an attack on Destiny’s life, and instinctively, she knows this is just the beginning.

Born more than 200 years ago, Japheth looks like an angel but he’s far from it. In his world, the ratio of men to women is 500 to 1, and although he’s a superior being, he’s willing to break the most sacred law of his brothers, even drink human blood, to have one meant for him alone.

When he meets Destiny, he knows she’s the one he’s been searching for. To claim her, he will have to betray a friend, risk his life, and hardest of all, humble himself enough to win her love.





Calm Assurance (Orlosian Warriors Bk.1)
Calm Assurance Synopsis

Two hearts, two different worlds, uncompromising love.

A straight-laced Nephilim-descendant and a human trouble-magnet?

When Asriel - Orlosian Warrior, descendant of Nephilim, law enforcer – is sent to guard Malina, a human with a penchant for drawing trouble like a tornado, she becomes his obsession.

With no hope of finding love in his dimension, he breaks the cardinal rule, leaving his home to protect her, but she has also drawn the attention of his enemies, and he is forced to face demons from his past. If Asriel chooses to stay with Malina, not only does he risk forfeiting his right to ever return to his dimension, but he will need her blood to survive.

**Books 1 and 2 Only $0.99 for a limited time**



Excerpt from “Destiny’s Favor: Orlosian Warriors Bk.2”
Caught in a Kiss
As soon as they left the room, Destiny removed her hand from his and reached for her book. She gave him that suspicious look again, pursing her lips before she spoke. Sitting in a chair directly across from the sofa, she narrowed her eyes and openly asked, “What is it about you that sets me on edge?”
Japheth lifted one corner of his mouth. Charming. This little female continued to challenge him. “You tell me. Can you sense that we are connected?”
He crossed his arms, taking special notice of the quickening of her heartbeat and imagined her luscious chocolate nipples tightening to taut buds just waiting for his tongue. He braced himself for the lie, her sweet scent of arousal even stronger now.
“You and me? No. I’ve never met you before.” And there it was, right on cue. 
She placed the book on the table beside her and stood, her expression daring him to come closer. “I don’t think Robert would like…”
The air shifted with her movement, and Japheth closed his eyes briefly, basking in her scent. Just one taste. He opened them, moving toward her. “Robert. You’re not going to say anything to Robert. If I decided to take you for myself right now with Robert in the next room, he would be the least of my problems. Whether or not we’ve met before has nothing to do with our connection.”
Destiny glared at him and took a step back. “If you decided to take me?” She pointed her index finger at him as she continued. “You listen to me, you arrogant bastard, you don’t decide to do anything…
J narrowed his eyes and took another step toward her, closing the distance she’d tried to put between them until he was mere inches away. His conscience, long quieted into silence, balked at the idea of entrancing her and taking her so far from Robert she would forget he existed. There was something about her that made her willingness to be with him more important than his desire for her. Her wants and needs took precedence over his own. He shook his head, silencing his conscience again.
Destiny stumbled forward, an apparent moment of dizziness, placing the index finger of her right hand at her forehead and the palm of her left hand on his shoulder to steady herself. She blinked several times, her dark lashes appearing to move in slow motion, and looked into his eyes as if seeing him for the first time.
J wasn’t sure what was happening. He hadn’t done anything to entrance her. He had wanted to, but he was certain he had restrained himself, yet she tilted her head up and kissed him. A mere brush of her velvety-soft lips sent a spark of possession through his entire body. He gripped her upper arms, dragging her body against him, and deepened the kiss.
Seekers. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were getting closer this time – that his contact with Destiny would make him and her easier for them to locate. His feelings were always right.
He loosened his grip, allowing her to step back. The fact that she had already been attacked at least twice meant his enemies had found her. Although she had not described her attackers, J knew that the same evil creatures he had decimated at the bus station had attacked Destiny before his arrival. He had quickly wiped Destiny’s memory of the attack as well as Robert’s, but to his surprise, guilt twisted inside him. He did not like wiping her memory or altering her in any way. Her connection to him placed her in danger, and he wanted her to fully understand whatever decision she made.
She stared into his eyes. “Oh, I, um, that’s not what I, I mean, I didn’t…”
Destiny’s gaze shifted slightly, and she took in a sharp breath.
J frowned, clenching his jaw before turning to face Robert. Dammit. His heart plummeted when he saw her reaction. He had sensed the moment Robert awoke, but Destiny commanded every bit of his consciousness. She was all he could think about, and he needed her away from Robert. He also didn’t want her hurt in any way. He felt her pain and confusion, the new sensation throwing him off balance for a moment. He had always known he had the ability to feel another’s emotions, but until now, he had never allowed anyone to get close enough.


About the Author
Dariel Raye is an animal lover, musician, and author of powerful IR/MC (Interracial/Multi-cultural) paranormal romance and dark urban fantasy with alpha male heroes to die for, and strong heroines with hearts worth winning. She is a mezzo-soprano who fell in love with books and started reciting stories at the age of 3. She also plays over 11 musical instruments.
Her stories tell of shifters, vamps, angels, demons, and fey (the Vodouin variety). Dariel is currently writing three series: “Dark Sentinels” (wolf shifters), “Orlosian Warriors” (Vampire-like Nephilim), and “Gateway” (a crossover erotic paranormal suspense with romantic elements).
For more about Dariel, follow her blog or visit her website. She also publishes a new release newsletter. If you enjoyed this book, please post a review on review sites and follow her on Amazon. You can also follow her and contact her on Twitter, Facebook, or Pinterest.


Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Kiss the Reaper #gayromlit #assassin #prostitution #futuristic

New release now available at Amazon!
As a prostitute, Z has no one trustworthy he can rely on in his life until he meets Brody, a kind and mysterious man who seems to be the answer to all his problems.

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.

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