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February 18, 2011

Coming soon–Sojourn With A Stranger by Keta Diablo

Coming to KINDLE near you in March

About the book:
Penniless when she arrives in Norfolk, her mother and father drowned at sea, Raine Brinsley longs to return home to her grandfather in Maine. When Derek Stafford, owner of a large plantation, offers a solution to her dilemma, she’s stunned, if not outraged. She’d prefer to fulfill the contract to have his child and forget about him and his self-serving scheme. If only she could dispel the passion he’s awakened in her.

Derek’s only wish is to father an heir to Stafford House, thus securing his future. He didn’t count on the Scottish lass with green eyes interfering with his well-laid plan. After one night in her arms, guilt, not to mention the loss of his soul, becomes his penance. He’ll do anything to win her back, anything to quench the hunger tormenting his soul.

Read beginning chapters of Sojourn With A Stranger at Free Fantastical Fiction

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January 24, 2011

Reward of Courage by DH Starr–Coming Soon

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The story is releasing soon from Ai Press


Derek Thompson and Scott Thayer met in high school. Facing challenges and overcoming obstacles that would make lesser young men fold, they now have the chance to forge a life together. As they enter college, they finally have the time and space to discover each other sexually and give their virginity to each other. However, in spite of the erotic thrill of exploration, there are still challenges ahead, challenges that will test their love and devotion…

While Derek wants to live as an openly gay man, Scott wishes to maintain a degree of privacy. Not only that, but another freshman, Tyrell Jackson, becomes infatuated with Derek and wants Derek for his own. In the face of these threats to their burgeoning relationship, Derek and Scott are forced to look within themselves and make difficult decisions which will change both of their lives forever.

Is their relationship strong enough to bear the strain of balancing their needs as individuals and as a couple? The only way Derek and Scott will attain their ultimate reward is by finding the courage to face their fears. Will they rise to the challenge?

Warning the following excerpt is m/m x-rated!

Scott shot Derek a victorious glance, then the corner of his mouth began to creep up into his sly grin which would soon create a potentially embarrassing situation for Derek if his mother didn’t leave soon. Luckily, Claire turned and left just before Derek’s arousal became visible, pressing against the crotch of his jeans. When she left the room, Scott got up from the sofa and walked over to Derek. “I just thought of what we could do to kill some time before we go to Beck’s.”

“What? And could you please not do things that turn me on when my mom is around? My cock started dancing the Macarena when you flashed your grin at me.” Derek reached into his pants and dramatically readjusted himself.

“I forgot, all I have to do is say one or two words and you sport wood. It’s really very flattering—”

“Okay, enough,” Derek said, cutting him off. “What is this idea that you have?”

Scott walked over to the window and looked out. “I was thinking…oh, there are your parents getting into the car. Good! I was thinking we could take a shower together before heading over to Beck’s. We both stink and, well, the only showers we’ve taken together were in the locker room at school with a ton of other guys.”

All of Derek’s blood ran to his cock. Why hadn’t he thought of that? It was like Scott had a sixth sense. Just when Derek was beginning to feel doubt or concern about the two of them, Scott’s alpha male side would emerge and turn Derek into a puddle of longing at his feet. Without bothering to readjust himself, he dashed for the door, calling over his shoulder. “I’ll race you to the bathroom.”

Having the house to themselves, they didn’t have any concerns about being interrupted. They undressed hastily in Derek’s room, tossing their clothes to the floor, and tumbled across the hall into the bathroom. Stepping into the steamy interior of the enclosed shower, they embraced each other, allowing the hot water to slick their bodies. Scott ran his hands up and down Derek’s back, gently caressing his skin, as Derek ran his hands over broad chest muscles and defined abs, then leaned in and tilted his head up, bringing his mouth to Scott’s, as water washed through their hair and down their faces.

Needy hands gripped Derek’s ass, pulling him closer and grinding their now rigid cocks together. “Before we get too far into this, you know that we aren’t going to do anything more than petting right?”

Derek was too lost in the heat of the moment and water and by standing naked next to Scott to argue. “Yeah, yeah. I know the rules. Not until we get to college.”

Satisfied, Scott returned his attention to touching Derek. “I love the way your body angles down from your shoulders towards your waist and how your ribs ripple your sides, but disappear into you’re your lats. Your muscles aren’t too large, but they’re so clearly defined. I could spend days just looking at and touching you.” After delivering his praises, he lowered his head and captured Derek in a hungry kiss once again.

Derek had fantasized about showering with Scott hundreds of times, but even his most explicit dreams didn’t come close to the reality of standing under the rush of hot water as he held the only boy who had been able to draw him out of his shell. Pulling out of the kiss, he stared at Scott. Beside the dazzling blue-green eyes, Scott had shaggy blond hair which was now matted to his forehead and clinging to his neck. His skin was naturally bronzed and he had a strong jaw line which gave him a rugged, masculine appearance. A bit of scruffy stubble completed the image nicely.

Rising onto his toes, Derek placed his lips at the crook where jaw met neck and slowly kissed his way down the lean cords of muscle until he reached the collar bone. Glancing down, he gasped at the sight of his bulging pecs and flat abdomen and, defined ridged abs. All other images and thoughts vanished as soon as he saw Scott’s cock which stood fully erect between their two bodies.

The combination of running water, slick skin on skin, and seeing Scott’s naked body in the full light of the bathroom sent a new wave of excitement through Derek’s body. “Remind me why we haven’t showered together before?”

Scott bent his head so that his forehead was resting on Derek’s shoulder touched Derek’s, his hands still securely planted on each butt cheek. “She’s called Claire and if she ever caught us doing this, she’d lock up that chastity belt she’s got on you and throw away the key forever. Once we get to college we’ll have all the time in the world to do this and much more without worrying about your mom.”

Taking some body wash, Derek applied a generous amount to the loofah which hung from the shower nozzle and began to clean Scott, forming a rich, thick foam as he did so. “Oh, yeah, that’s right.” He snickered and continued his scrubbing. “Can we stop talking about my mom now? I’m sure we can find other things to focus on.”

Allowing water to wash away the soap he had applied to Scott’s body, Derek lowered his lips to one nipple, closing his mouth around the succulent bit of flesh, running his tongue in circles as the nub hardened.

Scott groaned and placed a hand on the back of Derek’s head, holding him there. Needing no further encouragement, he bit down, using his teeth to increase the stimulation. Over the past few months he had learned exactly how to drive Scott wild. Stimulating his nipples was one of the most effective ways. As he teased, moans filled the bathroom as his erection pressed against Derek’s stomach.

As if choreographed, they both reached down and wrapped their fingers around rigid shafts at the same time. Slowly tugging at each other, they began to increase their motion, still locked in a fervent kiss. Tension began to build up in Derek’s balls and his core muscles began to quiver in fast, ticklish spasms of pleasure. “Scott, I’m…going…to…come.” With a loud moan, he tilted his head back, water crashing onto his face, as his cock erupted under Scott’s skillful manipulation.

As soon as Derek’s release subsided, Scott’s breathing became heavy. Derek quickened his pace as he jerked at his cock.

Scott grabbed Derek behind his neck and pressed their foreheads together tightly. Has his cock pulsed, releasing ribbons of cum into Derek’s hand while staring he stared directly into his eyesat Derek. His moans were not as loud as Derek’s had been, but they contained an animal ruggedness, almost as if he were growling.

Derek felt the lingering spasms of Scott’s orgasm as his cock pulsed in his hand. Leaning heavily into Scott’s body, he rested his head on the rounded shoulder muscle and sighed. After a moment, Scott wrapped his arms around Derek. “That was incredible.”

“Mm,” was all Derek could manage. Bending down to pick up the loofah which he had dropped at some point, he had no idea when. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp from Scott.

“I forgot how fuckin’ amazing your ass is. I don’t get to see it nearly enough.” Scott’s voice had regained some volume, but still contained the ruggedness which sent ripples of electricity through Derek.

Standing and applying reapplied soap to the loofah, Derek laughed. “Turn around. Let me get your back.” Scott turned, exposing the smooth tanned skin of his back and. Derek allowed his eye to roam down the tapered lines of his body until they rested on his firm, rounded ass. While it didn’t have as much bubble as his own, Derek still found the sight alluring.

Read more from DH Starr at his website

November 9, 2010

A Scarlet Past by Evanne Lorraine

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An excerpt from A Scarlet Past coming to a Kindle near you, November 20th!

Rain poured out of the sullen sky. Two rogue werewolves were already on the ground, bleeding out. Fortunately for him and the female, rogues packs were notoriously undisciplined. This group was no exception to the rule. Another three of the lumbering males circled a fragile doll in human form. Every one of crazed rogues panted with arousal, their sick excitement polluting the air. One of the circlers got impatient and charged her back.

Fergus leapt, knocking the charging rogue to the ground. By rolling him, he exposed the enemy’s belly. His own powerful hind legs ripped through the rogue’s stinking hide at the same time he bit a big hole in the wounded male’s jugular.

Shaking off the foul blood, clogging his nose, he scanned the scene, frantic to find the doll. She’d hamstrung one and was waltzing with the last mobile rogue.

His heart stuttered with fear for her. The brave little female was way too delicate for this kind fight. While he watched, she wielded a silver blade with graceful expertise, her movements quick flashes, but always in control. She danced, nicking the enemy, and staying just out of the slower male’s reach, patiently waiting for the horny rogue to make a fatal mistake.

Even in human form, the Alpha bitch looked as good as she smelled. Generous breasts balanced a full bottom, in between the lush curves, a slender, supple waist twisted as she parried with the rogues. Her hair glinted a deep red, ivory skin shimmered in the moonlight, and plump lips parted, baring pearly teeth at the foaming–mouthed male.

Watching her made Fergus’s own sorry hide feel too thin, too much like one of the crazed males. He itched for a caress from those delicate hands. The gut–twisting craving reminded him how touch starved he was and how close to madness he’d come.

Determined not to fail her, he ignored his needs and paced downwind of the fight. Finally sinking to the ground with a grunt of grudging admiration, he let the rain roll off his thick fur and settled down to watch the show. The rain plastered her thin dress to her provocative curves, improving the scenery. Meanwhile, she polished off the wounded rogue and kept the snarling mover at bay.

As distracting as the wet dress made her, Fergus stayed alert, ready to spring to her aid if she needed his help. At the same time, he fumed about the kind of mangy Alpha leader who’d let this sweet little doll roam the night by herself. After they’d finished up here, which was going to be challenge with the body count she’d piled up, he planned to tear her pack leader a new asshole.

Then he noticed she was breathing too fast. The rich scent of female blood pinched his snout. A closer look showed she kept one arm pinned to her side. Damn rogue had hurt her. How the hell had he missed that?

His snarl ripped the air during the short flight to the enemy snapping at the female. Fury obliterated his fatigue and aches, fueling him with extra strength. He bit down on the rogue’s neck, locked his powerful jaws, and shook the worthless dog until he went limp in his teeth.

He dropped the dead enemy and turned to check on the brave little female.

From a fighting crouch, she panted, watching him with wary eyes.

Hard as it was not to notice the magnificent breasts heaving, he forced himself to meet her eyes — her beautiful brown eyes.

Blood trickled from the gash in her side. How bad was she wounded? Why didn’t she shift to heal faster? A rumble of irritation escaped him as he closed the distance separating him from her.

With stunning speed, her silver blade flashed, nicking his chest. The small cut stung like a whole swarm of bees.

As he backed off, a sneeze cleared the stench of rogue out of his snout and he caught a good whiff of her. The seductive honeysuckle fragrance prickled with notes of anger, pain, amazing command, and a seductive female challenge.

He moved in more cautiously, she wielded a wicked knife, and she was pissed. None of that changed the fact she was hurt. He had to help her.

When he sidled nearer, she brandished her blade and edged away from him.

Rogues couldn’t shift. So he did. It was the only thing he could think of to reassure her that he was one of the good guys.

Her eyes widened to saucer size. With no warning, not a single damn tell, and way too much accuracy, she threw the knife.

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Want more? This ebook is available as an ARC (advance reader copy) in pdf form. Learn how to score your copy here.

Find out what else Evanne is up on her website

October 1, 2010

Meet Jadette Paige by Cate Chase

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Today I have the pleasure of introducing Jadette Paige. She’s special and wonderful. She’d go out on any limb to help someone, and I’m proud to call her my friend. Her writing is hot enough to sear my eyebrows, but I keep right on reading.

Cate: Jadette, tell us a little about yourself.

Jadette: When I’m not writing, I’m reading, watching anime or enjoying the country atmosphere of my home. I love to sit on my back patio and look out over the pastures to where my Appaloosa mare is grazing. My little dachshund is either stretched out at my feet or sprawled on my lap (that girl knows how to relax!).

Cate: With four men in the house, you need all the female company you can come across, even the four-legged kind, I imagine. So, how can a calm, nature-loving woman come up with the stories you do?

Jadette: It’s like the characters I’ve created have set me free to explore a new avenue of writing. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my writing and you know what? I’m loving every second of it. Wink…should have been doing this a long time ago.

Cate: New Avenue? Like Heat Street, maybe. Or like last summer when the pavement at the end of my block buckled… You’re finishing up something called Blue Heaven. Tell us about it.

Jadette: You want the long or the short version?

Cate: All you’re willing to give us.

Jadette: OMG! I am so excited about this book. It’s my first book I have ever written with male/male protagonists. And to have Siren contract it is absolutely wonderful. Cate, you’ve been through the entire writing experience along with me for this book. It is very close to my heart cause I fell in love with both Stryver and my precious Blue.

Cate: Details, details, woman, and just for the record, I’ll take Stryver off your hands anytime!

Jadette: Here’s a little more, then. And Blue says you can’t have Stryver. You can’t even borrow him!

Take him from Heaven’s Seat. Bring him to me. We will protect his sacred head. Stryver Zorti’s mission appeared simple. Kidnap the Godchild and deliver him to his master. But with the first meeting of the holy man’s azure gaze, desire surged in him to strip bare the God and touch the man within.

Worshiped all his life, the Godchild is shocked by the stranger who dared lay hands on him, even if to save him from assassins. With a strange name given by his new ally, Blue is freed from the constraints of the holy order for the first time. He revels in the fresh experiences opening to him, then to the passion that sparks between him and the hard-edged, oddly gentle Stryver. But a god does not love, and if discovered, their precarious utopia will shatter, destroying any chance for a future together–that is if the assassins don’t kill them first.

Cate: I can’t wait to read it cover to cover, Jadette! Before we go, tell us where we can find you out in cyberspace.

Jadette: I love to hear from fans. If they stop by my website, be sure and sign the guest book! Hopefully my cover will show up soon and it’ll be posted on the blog sidebar too! And here’s where you can find me:

Jadette’s home on the web
Jadette Paige on Facebook
Follow Jadette Paige on Twitter

Cate: Jadette, thanks for all of your time, and since ‘break a leg’ isn’t appropriate, I leave you with a wish. May all your dreams come true, and may you write more books for me to enjoy!

Jadette: Aw, Cate, you are great! Thanks so much for having me on Some Write It Hot. It’s an awesome blog!

Coming soon from Siren Publishing, Blue Heaven !


Take him from Heaven’s Seat. Bring him to me. We will protect his sacred head. Stryver Zorti’s mission appeared simple. Kidnap the Godchild and deliver him to his master. But with the first meeting of the holy man’s azure gaze, desire surged in him to strip bare the God and touch the man within.

Worshiped all his life, the Godchild is shocked by the stranger who dared lay hands on him, even if to save him from assassins. With a unique name given by his new ally, Blue is freed from the constraints of the holy order for the first time. He revels in the fresh experiences opening to him, then to the passion that sparks between him and the hard-edged, oddly gentle Stryver. But a god does not love, and if discovered, their precarious utopia will shatter, destroying any chance for a future together–that is if the assassins don’t kill them first.

September 21, 2010

Welcome To The Revolution by Evanne Lorraine

The revolution of Ebooks is the one on my mind.

A couple of different posts caught my interest lately. One from Josh Lanyon How to pick a publisher. The other from JA Konrath’s Newbie’s Guide to Publishing On Beyond EBooks.

These topics may look unrelated, but they dovetailed for me. Mr. Lanyon talks about why he works with a publisher, Mr. Konrath talks about why he doesn’t.

I don’t pretend to be in their sales rankings, or income brackets. Though I’d like to be, so I follow these very different success stories.

Both sides of the unofficial debate appeal to me. I’ve learned more from editors about writing than from any class, craft book, or workshop. I’m painfully aware I do not turn out flawless prose. An editor’s, and a copy editor’s, applied skills make me look good and they make my stories look even better.

On the other hand, not every story that pops into my head fits neatly into established publisher guidelines. Where are all the WWII erotic romances? People still watch Gone With The Wind, there have to be at least one or two who would enjoy a shifter story set in the early 1940′s.

Thus, A Scarlet Past began to unfold in my head before I’d finished A Taste of Scarlet .

A Taste of Scarlet is scheduled for release in January from Loose Id with the cooperation and amazing effort of a professional editorial team. (Sorry, you’ll have to wait for a peek at the cover).

A Scarlet Past, is scheduled for release this November direct to Kindle via Amazon’s digital platform. Luckily, I have help. The release will include excepts from Amber Green and an original short story from DA Kentner.

Frankly, I don’t expect to make a lot of money from the story. If it pays for the cover art — thank you Stella Price I’ll be thrilled. Working with Amber and DA will be a blast and I’m bound to learn something–always a pleasure.

How do you feel about the e-publishing revolution? Are you still clinging to dead tree books or are you embracing digital titles?

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