Ho Ho Ho

Posted in Jambrea Jo Jones, Jayne Rylon, Mari Carr, Vivian Arend on December 7, 2009 by maricarr

In the spirit of giving, I thought I’d list some of the cool holiday events the IH authors are participating in this month.

Jayne Rylon, Jess Dee, Viv Arend and I are participating in the Samhellion’s scavenger hunt giveaways. They are giving away FOUR e-readers this month. I’m in the first hunt and the drawing for a Kindle will be held on Dec. 10. Jayne’s hunt is the week of Dec. 18-24 and Jess and Viv are in the one running from Dec. 25-Jan.1. Details can be found at the Samhellion.

My holiday free read, In the Running, is also available at the Samhellion and it features Ross and Julia from Erotic Research. Viv is also participating in this and she has TWO free reads coming out Dec. 31 and Jan. 1.

Today at The Romance Studio, Viv’s book, Soul Deep, is up as one of the daily giveaways. Assume the Positions is the TRS book-a-day giveaway on Friday, Dec. 11.

I will be the featured author at Blackraven’s Erotic Cafe on December 11. I will be giving an ebook copy of Assume the Positions away to one lucky commenter. Jess Dee and Jayne Rylon are also slated to give away books there.

Jambrea and Viv are participating in a Liquid Silver blog tour on Dec. 11. Details on the tour can be found at Liquid Silver.

Jayne is participating in another e-reader giveaway over at Raven’s Happy Hour. Details are on Jayne’s blog.

Happy Holidays! Mari

Looking forward…

Posted in Vivian Arend on December 4, 2009 by vivianarend

It’s been a good year, 2009, and I’m not planning on starting my year in review quite yet, but I am looking forward to a few things over the next couple weeks.

1. Sinter Claus Day.

We put up our tree last Sunday, and so this Sunday we open the stockings. It’s a way of mixing a few cultural traditions into our lives AND it means we get our Chocolate Oranges before the holidays so we can eat them before we’re sick of goodies. :)

2. Outings

My daughter is in a local youth theater production, and there’s also the annual Christmas pantomime to attend this weekend. There’s a carol sing at the senior lodge followed by cocoa and cookies.

3. Snowshowing!

Okay, this is a new one for me. Until now we’ve only skied- downhill and back country. But I got a nice pair of snow shoes for Christmas and this weekend, I’m going to start using them. There’s still no snow in town, but if I drive 5 minutes up the mountainside, there’s lots of the white stuff.

Are there activities or traditions that you’re looking forward to this holiday season?

Is change as good as a holiday?

Posted in Rhian Cahill on December 2, 2009 by RC

They say change is as good as a holiday but I have to admit to being a skeptic on this one. You see my life is changing in a huge way. We’re moving thousands of kilometers and that for us means changing our country of residence. This is the second time we’ve done it. The first was three years ago when we moved to Singapore for my Hubby’s job. It’s his job sending us back to our hometown of Sydney, Australia. The big move happens in two weeks. For the last few months our lives have been on hold while we sorted out paperwork, travel details, quarantine issues, and all that goes with moving a family of seven & three cats. I’m getting little sleep because the brain just keeps running through the lists (yes, plural) of things to be done. And I just have one thing to ask.

ARE WE THERE YET??

OMG! I’m exhausted. Every minute of every day I drag myself around. Even sitting in my chair to write this is taxing. *sigh* I’ve been on holidays a couple of times in my life and THIS feels nothing like a holiday! I know when all is said and done we’ll be glad to be back in our house, close to family and friends, and be able to use our holiday place more than once a year. But right about now I’m over it. Completely.

The worst moment for me was yesterday, December 1st. You see December 1st for us is tree day. The whole family must be at home on this day every year. We drag out the tree, decorations and my gorgeous Christmas Village and with Christmas corals playing we set about getting our place ready for Christmas. We do it every year. For the last TWENTY-ONE years. Not this year. This year we aren’t putting up the tree. (let’s not talk about the fact I threw the horrible little one we bought up here out the minute I knew we were heading home to my fabulous -in storage- Christmas tree) It’s pointless to put a tree up for two weeks and then pull it down again. I get that, really I do but…*cries* I wanna do a tree!! So yesterday I spent the day on the verge of tears and the only thing stopping them was the knowledge that I’ll get to set up my Christmas Village when we get to my in-laws house on the 17th December.

That’s another thing, we might arrive overnight (or in this case overday) but our furniture and stuff (yes, there’s lots of stuff) will take almost two months. TWO. MONTHS. Needless to say my signed books all got sent special courier yesterday and are now in the safe capable hands of a trusted friend until I get there. There was no way they were going in the container on a friggin’ ship for two months! I tried to get them on the plane with me but there’s over 14kilos of books so Hubby vetoed that idea quick smart. Good thing I didn’t mention the two dictionaries, thesaurus and numerous folders of wip’s that are coming on the plane with me. *grin*

I still don’t know where my desk will go back home but I do know that no matter where it goes I won’t have the gorgeous view I have now. *sigh* I’m gonna miss that view.

Well life moves on and I’m the type of person that goes with the flow so once all the drama is over I’m sure I’ll be feeling like my old self again. If not I’m sure one of the IH’ers will give me a swift kick up the bum. Probably Jess or Lexxie seeing how we’ll be living just a short drive from each other after the new year! WOOT! Party time!

Rhian (the slightly depressed, very stressed homeless woman)

Finding new authors—how do you do it?

Posted in Sherry Ricardo on November 30, 2009 by sherryricardo

I usually buy books by the same authors over and over, until a story or two disappoints me and I cut them off. No, I won’t name names but it’s been happening a lot lately. Even with favorite autobuy authors, there are some days/weeks *gasp* when they have nothing new out. I’m a book slut, junkie, take your pick, I have to read. So what do I do? I head to All Romance ebooks—I love ARe because their site has nearly all the pubs I read and it’s easy to narrow my search.

My process

I search by category and sort by recently added. I scan the blurbs, and I do mean scan. Reading blurbs spoil the story for me so I don’t do it. In my scan, I’m looking for words like faerie, ghost, dragon so I can rule out a title—everyone has their likes and dislikes and things that scare the shit out of them. Then I read the first few lines of the excerpt and if it’s written in first person, I move on to the next title that caught my eye. There is nothing wrong stories written in first person, but I find I have to concentrate to read them and I’m sorry, but I don’t want to concentrate when I’m reading. Although, I have bought a few first person stories by mistake that I loved and some authors write in a way that I don’t even notice the pov so it’s all good.

New-to-me authors I love

I’ve been on a serious m/m kick for weeks, with no end in sight—normally I read anything romance, except historical and the stuff mentioned above. So in between waiting on my faves (K.A. Mitchell, J.L. Langley, etc.) to put out, I went hunting and found some absolute gems! To be fair, I found quite a few lumps of coal but the gems made up for it so my fave list is growing. Below are some of the stories by new-to-me authors that simply blew me away. The blurbs (everyone isn’t weird like me. lol) and covers are from the publishers’ sites and if you click on the covers, they will link you to the buy pages.

Miller Sutton, a by-the-book FBI agent, is starting to see some troubling shades of gray in his black-and-white world. He comes face-to-face with his doubts in the person of Danny Butler, a mid-level drug runner Miller hopes to use to catch a much larger fish: Roberto Hinestroza, a drug lord Miller has pursued for years. Danny has no interest in being a witness against his boss, both out of a sense of twisted loyalty and because he knows double-crossing Hinestroza is a sure death sentence. But he reluctantly agrees to cooperate, and as he suspects, it doesn’t take long for Hinestroza to figure out the betrayal. Miller is surprised to discover Danny’s not the career-criminal lowlife he expected; at the same time, Danny finds himself helplessly attracted to Miller’s innate goodness. They barely begin to explore the sparking attraction between them when Hinestroza’s hitman tracks them down, and then they’re on the run, both for their lives and for any kind of love.

After witnessing a mob hit, surgeon Jack Francisco is put into protective custody to keep him safe until he can testify. A hitman known only as D is blackmailed into killing Jack, but when he tracks him down, his weary conscience won’t allow him to murder an innocent man. Finding in each other an unlikely ally, Jack and D are soon on the run from shadowy enemies.

Forced to work together to survive, the two men forge a bond that ripens into unexpected passion. Jack sees the wounded soul beneath D’s cold, detached exterior, and D finds in Jack the person who can help him reclaim the man he once was. As the day of Jack’s testimony approaches, he and D find themselves not only fighting for their lives… but also fighting for their future. A future together.

Jake Taggart’s life was almost perfect–he’d worked hard to overcome his past, and he loved his job as foreman on a ranch in Arkansas. The only thorn in his side was a dark eyed cowboy named Tornado whose stubborn attitude brought frustration and confusion to Jake’s mostly happy existence.

A late spring rainstorm brings out hidden passions and unleashes a chain of events neither of them expected–and eventually brings about events that threaten to destroy them and what they worked to create. Strong wills and forceful personalities make for intense encounters….but is it enough to keep love alive?

New York City Vice Detective Evan Cerelli has lost his wife, the only person he ever loved and slept with. He’s trying to get on with his life, build a life for his children. Former Homicide Detective Matt Haight is a ladies’ man, all sex/no commitment. He’s depressed, having a midlife crisis, and not sure where his life is headed.

The two find friendship in the bottom of a shared bottle. When the friendship turns to love, it shakes two straight men to the core and flips their lives inside out. Kids, families, careers that are not gay-friendly — can all the love in the world overcome the obstacles to faith and fidelity?

What do I do after I’ve been thrilled to my toes? I hunt for the sequel and the author’s backlist, of course. :D

So how do you find new authors?

Assume the Positions

Posted in Mari Carr on November 27, 2009 by maricarr

Several months ago I was invited to participate in my first multi-author anthology. I was thrilled by the company I would be keeping (Mari Freeman, Samantha Kane, Lynne Connolly, Desiree Holt, Ciana Stone and Dalton Diaz). Today my book, Assume the Positions, releases at Ellora’s Cave. It’s the fifth in the series and my first serious attempt at romantic comedy…well, erotic romantic comedy! It’s super hot too!

The Cougar Challenge is simple–stop dreaming about an affair with a younger man and have one!

Damn Cougar Challenge!

Rachel’s thankful for the new friends she met while attending an erotica-book convention. They instantly connected and began sharing the relationship woes unique to older single women on their Tempt the Cougar blog. Then Monica issues that challenge… How is Rachel going to convince a younger man to have sex with her? Hell, even she doesn’t want to look at herself naked. To control her growing angst, she makes a list of eligible men then… Nothing. It’s been too long and her divorce was too painful. She’ll never be able to do this.

Ethan, one of Rachel’s physical therapy patients, is pissed when he learns of the challenge. Not because he finds it silly—because he’s not on Rachel’s list! So he does what any self-assured young stud would do. The luscious police officer gives her a copy of the Kama Sutra then asks her to make a new list.

And assume the positions…

EXCERPT:

“Potential Younger Men for Cougar Challenge?”

Rachel prayed to God he didn’t know what “cougar” meant. She’d only learned of the term while reading her erotic romance novels. She’d been shocked to discover how much the idea of an older woman hooking up with a younger man turned her on, pushed her hot buttons.

“It’s just something silly…something stupid, really. Give me back my notebook and we’ll get started on your exercises.”

Ethan ignored her and she watched as he scanned the list of names. When he closed the book with a snap, she flinched at the unfamiliar look on his face. She’d never seen him look so serious or…angry. “What are you doing, Rachel? What the hell is this list about?”

She took a step back, confused by his reaction. Over the course of the past two months, she’d felt a friendship forming between her and the young cop. As a result, she now found her fears, her anxiety over the challenge falling from her lips uncontrolled.

Even though she was sure she was making a mistake, she told him everything—from meeting her friends at the conference to the blog to the dare to sleep with a younger man. She didn’t leave out a single detail and throughout her entire confession, Ethan was quiet. In the end, it was his silence that unnerved her more than his initial anger.

“So there,” she said at last. “That should keep you busy in the teasing department for months. I’m an insane, horny-as-hell woman who’s actually contemplating throwing herself at a younger man on a dare. And before you say anything, yes, I know…I’m old enough to know better.” She walked away from him as she said the last, too embarrassed to face him.

She’d only made it two steps when he reached out and gripped her forearm, turning her back around. “Old enough to know better?” he asked. “You think you couldn’t land a younger guy?”

“Maybe I could,” she said, surprised to find him taking this conversation so seriously. “I mean, I don’t think I’m unattractive, just sort of out of practice with the whole dating scene.”

Ethan grinned and she spied the usual mischievous sparkle in his gaze that she’d grown accustomed to over the past few weeks. “Wish you’d mentioned this horny problem of yours earlier, Rach.”

“It’s not something a polite woman advertises,” she said.

He continued pulling her toward him until they stood face-to-face, close enough that she could smell his skin, a pleasant combination of fresh shower, soap and—yummy—man. Rather than look up, she stared straight ahead, placing her line of vision at the top of his chest. There was no way she could look at his handsome face and not spend the rest of their session imagining him naked. He wore a tight T-shirt and she could just imagine what his bare pecs would look like. She swallowed heavily, her mouth watering at the thought.

“Isn’t that a shame,” Ethan added. “Advertisements like that sure would take a lot of the guess work out of dating.”

“I haven’t been doing a lot of dating since my divorce from Voldemort.”

“Mm hmm.” She felt certain if she hadn’t been standing so closely, she wouldn’t have heard the small, guttural sound—a growl?—that emanated from him. Did it make him angry to hear her mention her ex? “Look at me, Rachel,” he said as she felt his gaze bore through the top of her head.

“I am,” she said, her eyes remaining locked in place, several inches below his chin.

He reached down and gently forced her head back with firm fingers at her jaw. She took a deep breath and faced him. His head was cocked to the side, his lips painfully close to hers. An impractical woman would lean forward and initiate a kiss. A woman without any common sense would rise up on her tiptoes, close the gap separating them and take a nice, long taste of him. An adventurous woman—

Her mouth stroked his briefly and her mind struggled to understand how she’d gotten close enough for that touch. Had she moved?

Her lips brushed his again, but rather than move away, she continued to push closer.

Oh shit.

She was kissing Ethan. Her brain kicked into high gear.

Red alert! Abort! Abort!

Her practical side was practically screaming for her body to step away from the hot man. But apparently her body had its own agenda.

His fingers moved from her chin and along her cheek, taking up residence in her hair. His hand pulled her closer and he deepened the kiss, forcing her lips open with his, exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Holy crap. He was kissing her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and struggled not to moan when his other hand traveled up and down her back, rubbing delicious patterns through her shirt that made her want to purr like a kitten.

They continued to kiss, but Rachel’s racing mind kept fighting for the control her body had seized.

This is wrong. He’s so far out of your league I’m not sure you can consider yourselves inhabitants of the same planet. He’s a patient.

The last thought jarred her enough that she pushed away abruptly.

“Shit,” Ethan muttered when she struggled out of his embrace. “I was wondering when that head of yours was going to get in the way.”

“What?” she asked.

“You think too much,” he replied.

“That’s not true. I just don’t think it’s professional for me to be kissing you in the clinic.”

He grinned. “But it would be okay if you kissed me outside? The door’s right there. Let’s go.”

“It’s not professional, period. I shouldn’t have— It was wrong of me to—”

“Kiss me?” he supplied, and she could see he was enjoying her predicament far too much.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Did that overactive brain of yours happen to notice that I was kissing you back?”

Oh, her brain noticed—it just didn’t want her to be happy. Meanwhile, every other major organ and nerve in her body was singing—big time. Her nipples were cutting through the satin material of her bra, her stomach was still doing happy flip-flops and she was noticing regions south of her waist reappearing after deserting her years ago.

She shrugged. Seemed like the easiest thing to do.

“Why wasn’t my name on your list?” he asked.

She burst into laughter.

“I’m serious,” he persisted when she continued to chuckle.

“You sound as if you’re hurt by the omission,” she said. “Is this some male ego switch I’ve triggered? I would think you’d be relieved. You don’t have to worry about some sex-starved divorcee setting her sights on you. Trying to lure you into her lair.” She raised her hands in a claw-like fashion and made a scary face.

He didn’t smile at her joke, so she lowered her hands and shook her head. “I like you, Ethan. You’ve become a good friend these past couple of months and I wouldn’t dream of annoying you like that.”

“Annoying me? You think I’m not attracted to you? Sexually?” he asked, setting off her laughter again.

“Oh damn, now that is funny,” she said between giggles. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to say it. You’re hot, Ethan. Super hot. And about a decade younger than me.”

“I thought that was the point of this challenge of yours,” he argued.

“Well, let’s just say there’re younger men and then there’re younger men. In the world of women like me, you fall into the untouchable category.”

He nodded, but she could see he didn’t like her answer. “I didn’t see that ‘untouchable’ thing holding you back a few minutes ago.”

She sobered up at his scowling face. “As I said, I shouldn’t have done that.”

He was silent for several uncomfortable moments and she wished she could read his mind. “I’ve screwed up everything tonight, Ethan,” she added, desperate to fill the void. “Can we just start this whole PT session over? I’ll even let you sneak in and scare me again.”

His face cleared suddenly and his cocky grin returned. She took a deep breath of relief—until his next words knocked it out of her again.

“Put my name on your list,” he demanded. “The top of your list. And then mark out every name under it. You’re going to follow through on that dare…with me.”

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Friday Eve Snippet

Posted in Vivian Arend on November 26, 2009 by vivianarend

Viv writes:

I’m moving along nicely in my current wip, Rocky Mountain High, maybe even reaching the end of the project by the time this post gets published. It’s a fun, yet demanding task to write the second book in a series–the background for the story is there but somehow you want to make sure that the new story stands alone. Not only that but you also want to let the characters people have come to enjoy make an appearance or two. Book two is about Daniel, and here’s a tease that introduces him from Rocky Mountain Heat, book one in the series, available from Liquid Silver Books.

As a hero, he’s turned out to be VERY hot.

—-

“Why are you asking?” Blake found a table leg that needed hand sanding and he sat to smooth the piece as he spoke.

“He’s asking because he and Jesse are hoping to sweet talk the girl into kissing them. I’m right, ain’t I?” Daniel asked, joining them in the workshop.

Joel grinned. “We want more than kisses, but I’d settle for starting there. She’s the sweetest kisser–”

“How do you know?” Blake demanded.

Daniel snorted. “You missed that one? The boys hogtied her back in high school, what was it, tenth grade? I heard about it for weeks, couldn’t get them to shut up about how much fun they’d had, how soft her lips were, how she fit between them so well.” Daniel shook a finger at Joel. “This habit you two have of going for the same girl at the same time isn’t very socially accepted around these parts, you know. You better step real careful around the girls’ daddies until you know for sure they don’t plan to shoot one of you.”

“You both kissed Jaxi? At the same time?” Blake reeled. “Was this before or after she went out with Travis?”

“Before. I still don’t understand why she ever dated him.” Joel plopped on the bench next to Blake. “I know he’s our brother and all but sometimes he’s an ass. Of all the guys she could have gone to the prom with, why’d she pick him?”

“I still don’t believe she kissed you and Jesse. Together.”

“Well, it wasn’t her idea, Blake. We were rather insistent. And she kissed us one at a time. It’s not like I want my lips right next to Jesse’s. I’m not into that.”

Daniel sat and joined in. “I kissed her once.” Blake barely stopped his jaw from hitting the floor. “Yup, only it was kiss her or kill her. She rode Thunder without permission and when she managed to get him back into the barn without getting killed I kind of lost my head.” Daniel winked at Joel. “You’re right, she is a sweet kisser.”

Joel poked at Blake. “You ever kiss her?”

“No! Course not. She’s just a little girl. I’m surprised at you, Daniel, she’s five years younger than you.”

“If I were fifteen and she were ten it would be a problem,” Daniel said. “She was old enough and she knew what we were doing. I didn’t give her much choice in the matter either. Looks like you’re the only Coleman boy she hasn’t kissed yet, Blake. Maybe we’d better set you up or something.”

——

Rocky Mountain Heat, available from Liquid Silver Books,

Thankful

Posted in Jambrea Jo Jones on November 25, 2009 by jambrea

I have a lot to be thankful for this year. I have a home over my head, food on the table and a wonderful family. Can’t really ask for more, but I got it. My writing is going well and I have one, possibly two, releases set up for next year. So not only is the end of the year great for me, the next year is shaping up nicely.

And…my friends. I am so thankful to have all of you. One of the best things to happen to me was meeting the ladies of IH. They are a great support team. Of course they aren’t my only friends. I’ve met a lot of great people through yahoo groups. The romance community is so wonderful. Not only nice, but supportive.

So in thanks…enjoy the eye candy. heeheee

In the Heat Wave group, I did say I was thankful for the men who posed for our enjoyment. heehee

Have a safe and wonderful holiday!

 

This post is dedicated to…

Posted in Jayne Rylon on November 23, 2009 by jaynerylon

…all of you reading it, of course!

With the volume of new releases flying around International Heat these days I was thinking about one of the best things about writing a book:  the dedication!

A few of my dedications have been silly, like the time I wondered how long it would take my husband to notice Picture Perfect was dedicated to him.  Answer:  More than a year before he mentioned it, though he later claimed to have read it and just not told me because he thought my dedication sucked.

Sometimes they’re serious like when I dedicated Dream Machine to the people who don’t know I write but who would be proud if they did (Hi mom!).  Or Phoenix Incantation, which was dedicated to Mari Carr because she’s a great friend and has helped me immensely in my writing career.  Then there are future dedications in books like Kate’s Crew that you’re just going to have to wait to read for yourself!

So… who is my latest release dedicated to you ask?

Night is Darkest will hit e-shelves today (11/24/09) with the following dedication:   For all the members of the Samhain reader café yahoo group. I enjoy the time we spend chatting about our favorite books and all the wonderful feedback you’ve given me. Special thanks to the moderators, both past and present, for keeping the party going!

In their honor, you might notice a few cameos by prominent members of the group.  It was so much fun to include them in the story.  I hope they don’t kill me for the things they say (Yes, I’m looking at you Valerie Tibbs).

If you want to check it out for yourself.  Here’s all the info on the new release!

“Night is Darkest” by Jayne Rylon

Genre: ,

ISBN: 978-1-60504-800-0
Length: Novel
Price: 5.50
Publication Date: November 24, 2009
Cover art by Natalie Winters

Some secrets refuse to stay hidden.

Lacey Daughtry’s perfect weekend is interrupted by tragic news of her brother’s murder in the line of duty. Plagued by a rash of mysterious phone calls, she turns to her brother’s best friends and fellow officers for protection…and comfort.

Spending time in close contact with Mason and Tyler, the two men she’s dreamed of since her first girlhood crush, seems like the answer to a prayer. Especially when they begin to explore the desire she’s harbored for so long.

But the partners are holding out on Lacey. Determined to suppress the most extreme facets of their lust, they agree to settle for sharing the woman they crave while concealing their desire for each other. Until Lacey cracks their resolve, unleashing a torrent of emotions that threatens to distract them when they can least afford it.

Their blossoming relationship is complicated by secrets. And the only way to evade the killer threatening their lives is to bare their souls in the darkest hours of the night. Or everything will come crashing down, just before the dawn.

Warning: After reading this book you’ll never look at a pair of hot cops, a cemetery or a can of Spaghetti-O’s the same way again.

Jayne
www.jaynerylon.com

Thankful for New Releases WINNERS!

Posted in Uncategorized on November 22, 2009 by maricarr

The winners!

Mari Carr’s Assume the Positions - Tez Miller

Jambrea Jo Jones’ Magnus – Miranda Whitman

Vivian Arend’s Wolf Flight – Zina Lynch

Jayne Rylon’s Night is Darkest – Tamsyn

Lexxie Couper’s The Sun Sword – Tara Woods

Jess Dee’s A Question of Love – Anna Lisa McKenrick

Friday Eve Snippet – Night is Darkest

Posted in Jayne Rylon on November 18, 2009 by jaynerylon

FIVE DAYS!!!!  That’s it.  120 hours until Night is Darkest hits the eShelves.  I can’t wait!  I know authors shouldn’t have favorites among their books but I am hoping that you guys love this book even half as much as I do.  To whet your appetite, here’s a never before seen snippet (Careful.. it’s an extra scalding hot one!).

ISBN: 978-1-60504-800-0
Length: Novel
Price: 5.50
Publication Date: November 24, 2009
Cover art by Natalie Winters

Some secrets refuse to stay hidden.

Lacey Daughtry’s perfect weekend is interrupted by tragic news of her brother’s murder in the line of duty. Plagued by a rash of mysterious phone calls, she turns to her brother’s best friends and fellow officers for protection…and comfort.

Spending time in close contact with Mason and Tyler, the two men she’s dreamed of since her first girlhood crush, seems like the answer to a prayer. Especially when they begin to explore the desire she’s harbored for so long.

But the partners are holding out on Lacey. Determined to suppress the most extreme facets of their lust, they agree to settle for sharing the woman they crave while concealing their desire for each other. Until Lacey cracks their resolve, unleashing a torrent of emotions that threatens to distract them when they can least afford it.

Their blossoming relationship is complicated by secrets. And the only way to evade the killer threatening their lives is to bare their souls in the darkest hours of the night. Or everything will come crashing down, just before the dawn.

Warning: After reading this book you’ll never look at a pair of hot cops, a cemetery or a can of Spaghetti-O’s the same way again.

SNIPPET:

Tyler huddled into his charcoal wool jacket to avoid the chill as he slunk across the frosted lawn to the backdoor of the apartment he shared with Mason. Above it, a single hundred-watt bulb made an ineffective beacon welcoming him home in the early morning glow. The dread pumping through his nervous system rivaled any he’d experienced as a teenager praying he’d evade MomDAR after a late-night excursion. Only, this time, his roommate inspired the apprehension instead of the debauchery that had earned the repercussions.

He estimated his chance of making it inside undetected to be about as abysmal as the chance of wiping the memory of burying himself in Lacey’s virgin pussy from his mind. But, son of a bitch, even a lifetime of torment—knowing exactly what he was missing—would be worth the taste of rapture he’d stolen.

Now he had to pay for it.

Tyler paused to consider the merits of jimmying a window before he abandoned hope and squared his shoulders in preparation for the come-to-Jesus ass chewing he deserved. The metal stairs creaked by design as he ascended. They’d worked hard to make this place their own as much as possible for a no-frills rental unit. No one could slip in with them unaware. They’d seen too much shit during their time on the force to be less than vigilant at home.

He cringed when an image of the crime scene including Rob’s mutilated body as a gruesome centerpiece flashed, unbidden, into his mind. Fuck Mason. Fuck his iron willpower. Ty’d needed Lacey as much as she’d needed him last night. Her soft innocence paired with fiery desire had cauterized the gaping wound in his heart, at least temporarily.

The award he and Mason had received for exemplary service rattled on its prominent shelf as the door slammed behind him. He’d just unlaced his shoes when movement from the scarred leather sofa caught his attention. Legs splayed, shirtless despite the chill, Mason poured a stream of amber liquid into the glass nestled between his bunched thighs.

Ty licked his lips. “I’m impressed. Whiskey before breakfast. We haven’t done that in years.”

“Haven’t been to bed yet.” Mason’s pupils had dilated from sitting in the dim room. The ebony centers overshadowed his cerulean eyes, making them appear ominous despite his calm tone. “That makes it a nightcap.”

The measured speech didn’t fool Tyler. A telltale muscle jumped along the right side of Mason’s neck and his knuckles whitened around the bottle of Jack before he set it, with overabundant precision, on the end table they’d scored off a buddy who’d moved in with his fiancée. It had been too “bachelor pad” for her tastes, which made it perfect for their eclectic refuge of hand-me-downs.

“You worked the case all night despite the captain’s orders? You have a gut feeling on this one, don’t you?”

Mason didn’t answer the rhetorical questions. Instead, he fired a fierce stare in Ty’s direction. Goddamn, would he ever blink?

Ty tried not to shuffle like a kid busted with his hand in the cookie jar but that’s exactly what he felt like. “Shit! Say something already. Curse at me, let the bottle fly or kick my ass old-school. Just quit looking at me like that.”

“Like what? Like you’re the scum of the earth? Like you’re a cock-sucking asshat who broke the shit out of a pact with his best fucking friend?”

A strong breeze ruffled Tyler’s hair as the bottle of alcohol whizzed past his right ear on its way to oblivion. It smashed into the brick fireplace with a tinkle of glass. The arm he’d instinctively raised to protect his face prevented him from witnessing Mason’s charge but the impact of their collision rocked every joint in Tyler’s body. The shorter man brought him to the floor without effort.

“Or…” Ty choked against the pressure on his windpipe but he didn’t fight back. “…you could opt for all three.” Broad fingers spanned his throat, pinning him to the beige shag.

“She was off limits for a reason!” Mason’s temple bulged as he got right up in Tyler’s face. His free hand fisted in Ty’s shirt as he shook him. “We just lost Rob. Do you want to chase her away, too? You’ll only end up hurting her and I won’t fucking let you do that because you can’t say no to your cock. After years of hard work, you had to fuck up now?”

Tyler winced as Mason shifted on top of him. The full weight of his powerful frame straddled Ty’s torso while the other man’s shins trapped his arms on the ground. Being manhandled didn’t sit well with him. Every guy had his limits and the events of yesterday had pushed him beyond rational thinking. Up close and personal with the bulging crotch of his roommate’s jeans, self-preservation flew out the window as his smart mouth took over.

It wouldn’t be the first time it’d gotten him in trouble.

“Jealous, Mason? Don’t you wish you’d stayed? You could have slaked that woody about to drill a hole in your pants. I bet you jacked off at least three times since then. It didn’t matter, did it?”

“Of course I’m jealous, asshole. We’ve craved her for nearly a decade. But I’m man enough to walk away if I have to. Even from something I want more than my next fucking breath.” Ty had never seen him this pissed, and that was saying something. Mason possessed a legendary temper. He leaned down to snarl right in Tyler’s face. “And I suggest you keep your eyes off my junk unless you plan to do something about it.”

The combination of anguish and need radiating from every flexed muscle of the man on top of him dissolved the defiance Ty’d attempted to use as a shield. Mason’s suffering affected him as much as Lacey’s had yesterday. All resistance fled. He went slack in Mason’s hold.

A throaty growl echoed around them as the dominant man’s hand moved in a flash from its perch on Tyler’s throat to rip the flaps of his own button fly apart. His glorious cock stood framed in denim, the veins pronounced and throbbing. Even as Mason’s hips thrust forward, Ty opened his mouth to welcome the intrusion.

He’d never get used to the mammoth girth stretching his jaw, though he’d given Mason hundreds of blowjobs. Each time, the thickness impressed him as he savored the weight on his tongue and the ecstasy on his lover’s face. Mason reached forward, cradling the back of Tyler’s head in his palm as he urged him to take more. His fury evaporated as desire replaced it.

“Fuck, yes. That’s right, Ty. Suck me.”

 

Enjoy Night is Darkest, coming Tuesday 11/24 from Samhain Publishing!

Jayne

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