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Gayle Cranfield, multi-published author with Siren & Evernight Publishing, now has four books released. Please visit www.gaylecranfield.co.uk for further details

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Blog Host - Andrew Jericho

Posted on January 28, 2015 at 12:10 AM Comments comments (55)

Today I have joining me on my blog Andrew Jericho. A writer of man love Erotica who is based in USA and is a multi-published author with Siren Publishing.

Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of his books which explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.

Andrew’s writing proves love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.

Andrew is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. When not writing expect to find him enjoying spending time with family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries.

All of Andrew’s work can be found at: Andrew Jericho.

Andrew's new book which was released yesterday, Flirting with Heaven, is the 3rd book in Andrew's Rock Star series.


www.bookstrand.com/flirting-with-heaven

[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Older Hero Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M, light bondage, sex toys, HEA]

“We are flirting with Heaven, on the brink of paradise. I intend to put an end to our hell.” When Dr. Zane Foster shares those words, he is holding all four of the men he loves in his arms. Adam, Rock Hard’s front man, has spent the last two weeks in Zane’s bedroom, recovering from his breakdown at the press conference. He has put the doctor in temporary control of his family. All of them have been calling Zane daddy for weeks.

When Adam decides he wants Zane to make decisions for the band on a permanent basis, the front man struggles with pride. Adam feels his inability to create harmony is the reason Deuce, L.T., and Jamie are pulling away. Jamie is intersex, and discovers he is pregnant. Will the unusual revelation of how the pregnancy occurred, and the discovery of the other biological father, bring Rock Hard closer together, or threaten to divide them permanently?

Note: This book contains double anal penetration. 


Story Excerpt:

Zane handed one of the jewelry boxes to Adam. When the front man opened the lid, his eyes glassed with tears.

“Just what I asked for,” Adam said.

“Then, you do want our arrangement to be a more permanent one?”

“Are you asking me if I want you to be our daddy always?”

“I only agreed for a little while, you know.”

“Not if that’s what I want,” Adam countered, “because, Zane, it is.”

Zane’s hand was now smoothing the dirty blond, shoulder-length hair away from Adam’s face. When the front man closed his eyes, leaning into Zane’s touch, the doctor caressed his partner’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“Are you sure, Adam? That is an important step for all of us. Up until now, you have been in complete control.”

“Really?” Adam asked sarcastically. “Do you believe that, Zane? I don’t. I haven’t been in control in a long time.”

Now, Adam stood and walked to the window. Zane followed, putting his arms around his partner’s waist.

“I’m so jealous,” Adam said.

“Of what?” Zane asked, kissing the top of Adam’s hair.

“Of you.”

Adam turned to face him. More tears were forming in his partner’s eyes. When they spilled onto his cheeks, the doctor used his fingertips to wipe them away.

“I’ve never completely dealt with my jealousy toward you,” Adam spoke again.

“Adam, I am only in control right now because it is what you wanted. I do not want the responsibility if you are not comfortable with the dynamic. My dominance with you is not about me wanting to take control. What we share is about you giving me the opportunity to be what you need.”

“Then, I need you to be in control, but it doesn’t mean I don’t regret not having strength of my own. I want my partners to look at me like they do you. I want you to look at me like that. I—”

“Then maybe we still need to explore this before we go any further,” Zane interrupted.

“Further, as in?”

“Further as in, our new beginning. Adam, your partners love you. They do look at you like you desire, but are you able to open your heart to accept it?”

“I can’t stay in your bedroom alone anymore, can I?”

The look of hurt on Adam’s face broke Zane’s heart. He took his lover into his arms, holding him close.

“I am afraid not, sweetheart.”

“Deuce and I reconciled today, like you asked.”

“Like I asked? Adam, I would not suggest you let David hear that. I want you two to reconcile because it is what both of you desire. He loves you very much, and is trying hard to recover. David does not need a partner who cannot make up his mind whether he forgives him or not. That may sound blunt, but it is truth. All of us make mistakes, even you, Adam Foster.”

Adam’s expression prompted Zane’s next comment.

“No, I have not forgotten my desire for the four of you to take my name.”

“That’s contradictory to everything we’ve discussed.”

“Maybe,” Zane countered. “I asked you to come to my room tonight to discuss the design of the rings.”

“We’ve discussed them.”

“All I asked, Adam, was for you to be sure. Because once I give each of you those rings tonight, there will not be any going back and forth. I am a kind and gentle man, but I am also one who does not play games. I want nothing more than to be a daddy to the four of you, but something as meaningful and symbolic as exchanging rings should be on a more permanent level. The design of the ring itself suggests the intended dynamic.”

“I want to move forward.”

“All right, Adam.”

“Can I ask what you have in mind?”

Zane said nothing in reply. Instead, he cupped both of Adam’s cheeks between his hands. He lowered his lips to capture the front man’s mouth in an intimate kiss. Adam moaned, sinking into his arms. Zane pulled Adam’s body close against his own.

“Always fit so perfectly,” Zane said between kisses.

“Like I’m melting into the curves and crevices of your body,” Adam replied.

“No lovemaking, Adam,” Zane spoke, “at least not tonight. I have promised Lemmuel my company.”

When Adam pulled back, searching Zane’s face, the doctor rubbed his thumb across his lover’s swollen lips.

“I have asked Lemmuel to marry me.”

Zane closely watched Adam’s expression, as his partner pulled away from his grasp. Adam had turned once more to face the window.

“I want to marry all of you legally,” Adam said. “The law thinks otherwise. L.T. always desired that with me, and I couldn’t give it to him. Now, another man can. What does Jamie think about all this? I hope you asked him first.”

“James wants me to marry Lemmuel. I’ve asked them both to move into my bedroom.”

“I see,” Adam replied.

“Adam, part of my discussion tonight is we need to stop living in the past.”

“What exactly does my future hold, Zane?”

“Not bitterness, for one thing.”

“Then what?”

“What I’ve seen slowly happening between the five of us for the last two weeks. What I want more than anything else. I see it in your eyes now, sweetheart.”

“I have regrets.”

“All of us do. Please, don’t let your pride and bitterness get in the way of your family’s happiness.

“The fax machine is printing,” Adam said.

Zane turned his attention to the corner office in his room. He walked to the machine and retrieved the documents.

“Let us go find the rest of our partners,” Zane replied. “We can discuss the results tonight as well.”


Have a look at Andrew's Trailer for Flirting With Heaven - Rock Stars 3

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Other books from Andrew, along with the first 2 books in the Rock Star series can be found at www.bookstrand.com/andrew-jericho or an Amazon near you.




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Blog Host - Raven McAllan

Posted on January 21, 2015 at 12:05 AM Comments comments (194)


Today I have joining me for my Blog Spot Raven McAllan, a multi-published Siren author from Scotland.

 


 

Author Bio

 

Raven can’t remember a time when she didn't make up stories. Ever since she won not one but two, Cadbury, ‘where does chocolate come from’ competitions in primary school, she was convinced, one day she would write a book. And maybe even have it published. Her parents encouraged her, her schoolteachers despaired. Flowery. Romantic. Not factual. The fact she loved weaving stories about anything and anyone, was dismissed by them

 

Luckily not by Raven. Life might have gotten in the way for more than a few years, but as she says, "more years later than I am prepared to disclose (hey a woman has to have some secrets) here I am, published."

 

Raven writes in her study, using a laptop, much to her cats' disgust. They think they should sit there, not that strange thing that makes tapping noises and keeps them awake!

 

As a non-closet romantic, sometime neurotic, and lover of words, she so enjoys getting involved with her characters, and hopes you do too.

 

Raven's newest book titled The Dommes of Ballingal: Kristin and was released on 20th February 2015.

www.bookstrand.com/the-dommes-of-ballingal-kristin


The Dommes of Ballingal: Kristin

 

Ballingal. An Island in the middle of a Loch. Where women rule, and hearts are saved—or broken.

 

I love the sound of the ladies of the loch. There are six of them. Kristin's is the first story to be told.

 

Kristin McCrory would never in a million years have thought her ex-husband would show up on Ballingal and profess his need to sub for her. Flynn is the ultimate stubborn Alpha male, and his refusal to even discuss her need to be in charge had already cost them their marriage. That, and his apparent need to seek out the most dangerous place to report on in his work as a television documentary reporter.

 

However, the Flynn she knew is not the Flynn who stands before her now. This Flynn is a broken man and she can’t just turn him away. As an Empath and mind reader, Kristin can sense his emotional and physical pain. It means Kristin feels even more drawn to the man she loves, and their connection is as strong as ever.

 

Love is worth fighting for after all, and Flynn finds new strength in his submission.

 

Excerpt …

 

“Up the stairs, third left. Don’t go to the third right unless you want your lessons to start with a vengeance.” Would he understand the inference?

 

His eyes narrowed and he nodded, before he held his hand out to her. Kristin took it and they walked side-by-side up the stairs to the room she indicated. Flynn turned the handle and stood back. “After you, My Lady.”

 

She nodded. “This time. Another time, if there is one, it may be different.”

 

He dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Of course. This time though, after you, and stand by the bed.”

 

Kristin walked past him and did as he’d asked. It was a strange feeling. She’d wanted to play like this. However, she’d never found someone she trusted enough to do so with. Always she’d stayed in her Domme and dominant mode. This was different. A side of her she’d never dare show to anyone before. Of course when she’d lived with Flynn, before she outed herself and everything went pear-shaped they’d made love and he’d taken charge, but this was different. When she had time, she'd take a long, hard, deep look at why she felt able to let go, now.

 

He didn’t speak as he walked up to her and cupped her face in his hands. She noticed they shook a little as he stroked her cheeks with his fingers. “I’ve wanted to be able to do this for so long, My Lady. I’ve dreamed of you. Felt your skin next to mine, experienced your lips touching me, and enjoyed your hands caressing me as you held me close. And then, then I woke up. Empty and alone.” He drew his hands down her face and onto her shoulders, before he swept her hair to one side and caressed her neck. “I’ve imagined touching you here.” He kissed the nape of her neck. Kristin’s senses went into high alert clit-clenching pussy spasms within seconds. “And here.” He kissed his way downward, toward the low V of her top and ever lower until he sucked oh so sweetly on the soft swell of her breast.

 

She moaned and he chuckled. “Like that, My Lady? How about this.” He pushed the sleeves of her top, and her bra straps over her shoulders and down far enough to pinion her arms to her sides.

 

So often she’d done that to a sub—although it was more likely to be with a belt or a special tie—but not since they’d been together had she experienced that feeling of “he can do what he wants and I’ll let him.”

 

Flynn trailed his fingers over her shoulders, around her neck and up and down each inch of exposed arm. It tickled and she squirmed. He raised one eyebrow and grinned. “Teasing is such sweet anticipation, My Lady. Where will he touch next? How will he? Can I bear it?”

 

Kristin made a noise halfway between a sob and a sigh. Her thighs were more than damp, and her nipples hurt as they pushed hard against the confines of her lacy bra. Her mind was befuddled and every sense honed in on her lover, his scent, his presence, and his touch.

 

My lover.

 

His teeth grazed her areolae and she stopped even befuddled thoughts and sank into his touch. His breath was warm on her skin, and he drew back and blew over her nipple. It puckered and tightened.

 

“Oh yes.” Flynn’s voice was deep and gruff with arousal. “Shit, if I don’t get us both horizontal fast, it’ll be too late. One sec.” He fumbled with the zip at her waist, and caught the material in it. “Fuck and bugger. Oh well I’ll buy you a new one.”

 

Through eyes still fogged with desire, and before she gathered her wits properly, Kristin watched as Flynn took hold of the sides of the zip and pulled firmly. The noise of tearing cotton sounded loud and violent in the room, and she jumped. Then she looked down at the remains of her skirt as it pooled around her ankles, and laughed.

 

“Ah well, it was about ready for the rag bag anyway.”

 

“How to spoil the skirt, eh?” Flynn shook his head in mock dismay. His eyes were once more dark with desire, and dangerous silver sparks danced in their depths. “And the moment? Now where were we? Ah, yes, trying to get naked and on the bed.”

 

“You’re dressed.” Kristin pointed out. “And I’m only almost naked.”

 

“Almost won’t be for long,” Flynn said. “And, My Lady, you told me to take charge.” His voice was too innocent. “I’m only doing as my lady instructed. After all, I don’t suppose it will happen often.”

 

Nor did she, but somehow, Kristin knew this time it had to be so. He slid her well-damp thong down her legs, and she lifted each foot in turn to help him remove it. Flynn lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Ah, My Lady. You’re so wet for me. The scent of your arousal is so fucking intoxicating it makes me as hard as nails. I’m almost coming in my jeans like a randy school kid.”

 

Her face heated and she reckoned it would be the color of her hair. Basic lust, love and honesty in three short sentences. Her juices increase and coated the top of her thighs. Flynn helped her onto the bed and she wriggled, and pressed her legs together to get a little bit more friction. She needed to come, to let herself go and fly. Of course he saw her actions and tapped her mound, just hard enough to sting.

 

“You’re altogether too Dom-like for a sub,” Kristin said, half seriously. His face froze, and she could have kicked herself. What a stupid thing to say. “And as I’ve handed our play session to you, balach, may I say you’re doing superbly. Just as your lady demanded,” she added hastily. “I love it.”

 

"This time.” Flynn said, his expression still wary.

 

“This time,” she agreed. She wished she could reach out and touch him. To reassure him that this was what she wanted but she judged to say any more would be

 

too much. She’d just have to hope she could put his mind at rest in other ways. Kristin lifted her hips from the bed, clenched her butt and pussy muscles and wriggled her ass in the air.

 

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Buy link

 

www.bookstrand.com/the-dommes-of-ballingal-kristin

other books by Raven are available at an Amazon near you or www.bookstrand.com/raven-mcallan

Blog Host - Sara Anderson

Posted on January 19, 2015 at 12:00 AM Comments comments (238)

Today I have joining me on my blog  a very good peronal friend of mine, Sara Anderson, a multi-published author with Siren Publishing from USA. She writes M/F Sci-fi Erotic Romance with an occasional MFM Menage thrown in to stir it up a bit.


Sara is the author of the Warriors of Dareen Series which had its fourth book published last year, the fifth being due for release 11th Feb.

Starlight the first book, introduces the series.

Kara Johnson has learned the hard way that she will always be alone. Her father died, and the man she thought she loved cheated on her. She has built walls around her heart to make sure no one can harm her again. Then a sexy FBI Agent shows up at the sheriff’s department where she works and turns her world upside down. She spends her days fantasizing about all the ways he could force her to submit to him, not believing he would ever be interested in her.

Joran is on earth hunting his enemy. He sees Kara, and suddenly she is all he can think about. He wishes he could keep her, but their laws are clear that humans must remain unaware of their existence. When Kara is attacked, Joran is forced to reveal himself. Joran gets his wish to keep Kara for his own. He uses dominance and his alien senses of truth seeking and empathy to win her heart.

I have just started reading this series and already I can't put it down and the 2 main characters have only just met! (GC)




www.bookstrand.com/starlight

Starlight is avaliable from Siren and from an Amazon near you now, along with all three other titles in Warriers of Dareen series.



The fifth book in the series is due for release on 11th February. Check back on the 11th as I will be hosting Sara again for her release.



 www.bookstrand.com/sara-anderson or Amazon

 

A little about Sara Anderson

 

I was born in a suburb of Chicago, but I lived in many states before settling in rural Missouri.

I wrote my first story in elementary school. The first time, the assignment was to write at least two sentences for the four pictures the teacher gave us. My imagination ignited, and I wrote pages instead of just a few sentences. I still remember the teacher pulling me aside after class and telling me how impressed she was with the story I wrote.

I met my husband in Colorado Springs when he was stationed at Ft. Carson in Colorado Springs. We had only been dating a short time before we were inseparable. Mutual friends started making bets about when we would marry. To thwart their bets, we picked a day no one had bet on. We have been happily married for over 20 years, so although we married on a bet, we both came out the winners.

I am now a stay at home mother to my 3 children. When I am not playing with my children, I can be found writing a romance story.

I write romance stories with happy endings. I love a story with some suspense, but the hero arrives just in time.

Visit my blog at www.warriorsofdareen.blogspot.com.

 

Email me at [email protected]

 

A little Q&A sess with Sara.

 

Q: Why do you write?

A: First, because I love to. Even when I knew only a few people would see my story, I still wrote. It is more than something I do in my free time. I get a story idea in my head, and soon the characters start coming alive. That is when I sit down and start writing a story.

Q: When do you find time to write with 3 children?

A: I spend my morning with them making sure they are fed and happy. I will get a bit of writing in before I have to stop to care for my baby. Once she is again happy, I will write a little bit more before I have to stop and try to put the house back together and cook dinner before my husband gets home. Once he is home and fed, I get a chance to write even more. I end up using nap time as a time to clean, read, or just sit in peace and quiet for a little while. Every now and then, if I have something I am excited about typing, I will work through nap times, but mostly they are my break times.

Q: What made you write your first book?

A: The first time I wrote a book, I got an idea in my head. Then I was hearing conversations in my head. Soon, as I did my work around the house, I was seeing how the story in my head played out. I decided to sit down and type it out. At the time, I thought I would write a few paragraphs, and I would lose the story. I ended up writing a book. I was so proud of myself, and that kept me writing.

Q: What advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

A: Keep writing! Even if you do not think you are a good author, do not give up. The more you write, the better you will become. Another thing to do is read. The more you read, the more you will see how to write a good story. When I get stuck, I pick up a favorite book and read for a while.

Q: What's the hardest part about writing a book?

A: Grammar. I am not that great at it. The second hardest part is getting the quiet time to write. Some days, it just does not happen. I have to set my laptop aside and remember that my story will be there later, but my children will not keep.

Q: What made you choose science fiction?

A: I have always loved science fiction. Even as a child my favorite cartoons were Transformers and X-Men. Later, I fell in love with Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, and Star Wars.... To this day, science fiction remains one of my favorite genres. If it has a sci-fi or comic book theme, then I have most likely seen the movie.

Q: Do you ever see yourself writing in a different genre/leaving romance? What would it be?

A: Yes, I do. I can see myself writing paranormal, crime drama erotic stories set in rural and small town settings. Living among cattle ranchers gives me a lot of experience with rural life.

Q: If you were to write a book and use yourself as the main character, what qualities would she have?

A: She would love to cook and bake. She would always try to see the bright side of things and not let the bad times get her down, but learn from them.

Q: What are some of your favorite books?

A: Cherise Sinclair, Tracy St. John, Lexi Blake, and Sierra Cartwright are some of my favorites. I have never read a disappointing book from any of them.

Q: How long does it take you to write?

A: About four weeks to complete a fifty-thousand-plus word count story, then another two weeks of editing and revising before I am ready for my beta readers to read it..

Blog Host - Rhiannon Ayers

Posted on January 17, 2015 at 1:00 AM Comments comments (95)

Today my Guest on my blog is Rhiannon Ayers, a multi-published author from the USA.

The third book in the For Love of Authority series, Saints United had its New Years Eve release by Siren Publishing.

Link to buy Saints United www.bookstrand.com/saints-united 

The genre of this book is MMF Menage and at nearly 107000 words, it is something to get your teeth into. I myself, as a reader, love this series! (GC)



Here is a brief synopsis of Saints United - For Love of Authority 3

 

Andre "AJ" Johannes fell in love with his college roommate---he just didn't realize it until it was too late. After spending one unforgettable night in Ryder St. Claire's arms, fate forced them apart. But Ryder still haunts his dreams, and AJ's always wondered what might have been.

 

Eight years later, AJ is starting over. New job, new city, new life—and all of it without his wife and son. Marian divorced him and took sole custody, leaving AJ to wonder if the rest of his life will end up as useless as his shattered marriage.

 

Little does AJ know he's got a couple of Saints looking out for him. Ryder St. Claire married Lyss three years ago, and the two of them have been searching for their third--- the man who will offer his submission and give them everything they cannot give each other. But can they overcome years of emotional abuse to convince AJ he deserves to be happy?


STORY EXCERPT

 

“Beautiful?” Ryder called as he closed and locked the door behind them. “We’re here.”

 

“Yeehaw!” said a joyful voice from the back of the apartment. “I’m just getting changed. Dinner’s on the stove. Right with you, boys.”

 

A.J. blinked, looking at Ryder questioningly. Ryder snorted. “She’s from Georgia,” he explained, eyes twinkling. “Country girl all the way.”

 

That explained the accent. Texans were known for that honeyed Southern drawl, but A.J. had never heard an accent as thick as the one Lyss had. If someone tried to spell out the words the way she said them, it probably wouldn’t even look like English. It sounded like she said, “Eye-yam jayast gittin’ chayn-gid. Deenir’s own th’ stow-ve. Reyet wit’ ye, bow-ees.” Kind of funny, actually. And sexy as fuck. There was a deep throatiness to her voice, that sensual timbre you’d expect from a nine-hundred number call girl. He’d noticed it when he listened to Ryder talk to her on the phone earlier, but had assumed he’d misheard because his brain was still swimming in lust from that kiss.

 

Apparently not. Curious now, wondering what kind of woman went with that kind of voice, A.J. turned toward the hallway across the living room and waited.

 

And felt all the breath leave his lungs in a silent whoosh when Lyss finally appeared.

 

Holy God, she was incredible. More striking than pretty, she had high cheekbones, full lips, and a slightly up-turned nose. Long bangs framed a high, aristocratic forehead while mile after mile of wavy, dark-brown hair spilled across her shoulders and down her back. Her shoulders were bared by an emerald-green tank top, while her thighs were lovingly molded by a pair of dark-blue jeans. She wasn’t one of those tiny stick women, either. Lyss had meat on her bones, and she had to be at least five-foot-seven. Luscious curves met his gaze everywhere he looked, from full, high breasts to rounded hips. She wasn’t overweight, though. Just full-figured. And hot damn, what a gorgeous figure it was.

 

While A.J. just stared, Lyss gave him an obvious once-over, then met his eyes with a dazzling smile that took his breath away all over again. There was so much character in her face, so much life, it was almost painful to look at her. She was entrancing.

 

No wonder Ryder loved her. No wonder Ryder married her. Holy hell, it was taking everything A.J. had not to drop to his knees in open worship. This woman embodied every single one of his fantasies about women, from her height to her weight to the sheer vivacity in her eyes. She must have men drooling over her everywhere she went.

 

Guess I still like women, after all. And here I thought my problem was I’d fallen in love with Ryder all those years ago. But that wasn’t what killed my desire for Marian, was it? She just…wasn’t my type. Holy hell, how did I not see that sooner?

 

His mind going in a million different directions at once, A.J. missed seeing Lyss cross the living room. Next thing he knew, she was standing less than a foot away, looking up into his face with clear hazel eyes that pierced right through every wall he’d erected around his soul, seeing all of him—instantly. He’d never felt so bare in front of another person, and yet he didn’t feel threatened. On the contrary, Lyss made him feel…safe.

 

Which made no sense. At all.

 

“I’m so excited I finally get to meet you,” Lyss said softly. A.J. could do nothing but stare dumbly as she reached up and slid her index finger along his jawline. Electricity zapped from that one point of contact straight through his spine, setting off little shivers he had no hope of hiding. Lyss smirked knowingly and caressed him again. “I’ve been waiting for this, A.J. I’m so very, very glad you’re here right now.”

 

A.J. swallowed hard. “I’m happy to meet you, too, Lyss. Ryder has a lot of great things to say about you.”

 

She grinned at him, making A.J.’s heart do a funny little dance. “Is that right? Well, did he also tell you I make a mean chicken and dumplings? ‘Cause that’s what I’ve got for ya’ll tonight. You hungry?”

 

Not for food. But he nodded anyway. “Sure.”

 

Ryder, who had been silent throughout their meeting, suddenly came up behind A.J., pressing A.J.’s shoulder blades against that hard chest as he lightly circled A.J.’s waist with both hands. That deep, rumbly voice sounded right by A.J.’s ear. “I’m going to go change. You guys get acquainted. I’ll be right back.”

 

A.J. couldn’t think, let alone respond. Not when they were standing on either side of him, caging him between them. Ryder’s heat blanketed his back, his body a wall of solid muscle strong enough to hold A.J. up no matter how weak he got. Lyss’s inviting curves so tantalizingly close, her hand still caressing his jaw and neck, provided a temptation unlike anything A.J. had ever experienced before. Between the two of them, his mind just…stopped.

 

His mouth, unfortunately, didn’t.

 

“I kissed your husband,” A.J. gasped.

 

Mortified, he cringed, waiting for their anger.

 

But Lyss surprised him with a laugh. “I know,” she said with a cheeky little grin.

 

Ryder snorted. “He means today.”

 

A.J. sucked in a breath as Lyss glanced at Ryder over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “Oh?”

 

Ryder’s shoulders moved up and down in what must have been a shrug. “He was talking nonsense. It was the only way I could think of to shut him up.”

 

 


 Little bit of a Q&A sess with Rhiannon...

Thanks for joining me, Rhiannon! Can you tell us a bit about the premise for Saints United?

Thanks for having me :)

Since the first two books in the series focused on submissives who had little or no experience with the lifestyle (and thus the stories were about introducing them to their true selves), I wanted this book to be more about the life of a submissive who knows exactly who and what he is. I wanted to show some of the darker aspects of D/s, while also highlighting the fact that pain and impact play are not necessary for living a D/s lifestyle. This book is more about the dynamics in a D/s menage relationship, with a Dom, a Switch, and a submissive male, all of whom are well-versed in the lifestyle itself and therefore are more focused on learning about their relationship with each other, rather than in learning each other’s kinks.

Saints United tells the story of a Dom/Switch couple, Ryder and Lyss St. Claire, who have always yearned for a true third to join their relationship. Enter Andre “AJ” Johannes. Sparks fly as the three discover their dynamic, and the story follows their journey toward forming a lasting bond with each other.

Tell us more about the characters. Who are Ryder, Lyss, and A.J.?

Ryder is a southern boy from a blue-blood family—every male in his family tree has been a cop. He is 6’2″, with short brown hair, a trimmed beard and mustache, and beautiful amber-colored eyes. He’s also a rebel, with half-sleeve arm tattoos and full chest and back pieces. He is a Dom, but not your standard 24/7 variety like most seem to be (in romance novels, that is.) Ryder is a bedroom Dom, with clearly defined boundaries for when and how he shows his Dominant side. Outside the bedroom (or the dungeon playroom), he’s just your average guy, dealing with annoying bosses, crazy work schedules, and trying to support his family. Inside the bedroom, he turns on like a nine-thousand-watt light bulb, and his Dominant nature comes roaring to the fore. Overall, I feel as if Ryder is one of the more realistic characters I’ve ever written. He’s not some perfect Dom who was born knowing what to do and can’t help shoving his Dominant nature in the faces of everyone he comes across. He is a Dom more like the kind you find in the real world, who have real lives and real jobs and can’t afford to be Dominant all the time. His personality has an interesting dynamic, which I hope readers will relate to. He certainly rings true for me, since I know quite a few men just like him!

Lyss is a sweet, sassy Southern belle with roots in small-town Georgia. She has long, wavy brown hair and hazel eyes, along with a slightly up-turned nose and a curvaceous figure. She was a practicing Domme for years before she met Ryder and learned the true meaning of submission. Now she Switches for her husband, and she absolutely loves being his sub. But, there’s also something missing. Lyss didn’t stop being a Domme when she met Ryder, and those urges are still there. She misses having a submissive man at her beck and call, but also knows that Ryder can’t be that for her. For Lyss, this story is about the emotional journey, going from Domme to sub to Switch and back again, while also helping her husband claim the man he’s always wanted. She wants nothing more than to make Ryder happy, and if making him happy also gives her the opportunity to exercise her Domme side, all the better.

A.J. is half-white, half-latino, with blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. He’s a computer nerd, with several different college degrees and accolades under his belt. He’s not so good on the social skills, though, and his personal life has been a total disaster since he ran from his first and only true love, Ryder. His marriage fell apart six months ago, and now he’s looking for a new start in a new city. But, there’s a hell of a lot more to A.J. than meets the eye. He discovered BDSM through a friend, and he desperately yearns for a way into that lifestyle. Not just playing in a club, or submitting to random Dominants for a one-night stand. He knows exactly who he is and what he wants—and doesn’t want—-from the lifestyle, and he’s not willing to settle for meaningless kink just to scratch his itch. When A.J. discovers that Ryder and Lyss are living the lifestyle he so desperately wants, he truly believes that he’s finally found a way to be who he wants while also being with the two people he loves more than life itself. What could go wrong?

What’s the most important thing that you want readers to learn from this book?

That pain and impact play are not essential to living a D/s lifestyle, for starters. So many people shy away from BDSM because they believe that bondage and masochism are required elements. They are not. You can live a D/s lifestyle without having to enjoy pain and bondage play of any kind. There’s so much more to it than those two things, yet so many believe that’s all there is. My hope is that readers will begin to see that there is no “one true way” and that D/s is always about what works for you, personally.

Is there anything else readers should know about this story?

This story was very personal for me, in a lot of aspects. Some of the scenarios are straight out of my personal playbook :) I hope my readers will enjoy the story, but also realize that this book is just one author’s interpretation of the lifestyle. The way my characters practice is the same way that I practice, so it is very personal. But, that doesn’t mean that my way is “right” way, and I am not by any means trying to get anyone to believe that my way is the only way. I write my stories with the simple hope that people will read them and understand that there are many, many ways to live the lifestyle, and that just because you tend to see certain aspects of it more often than others doesn’t mean that there aren’t other way’s to practice. There is NO right way. Just YOUR way.

 



To download the rest of the Love of Authority series click on this link. Rhiannon Ayers

Blog Host - Frey Ortega

Posted on January 16, 2015 at 12:00 AM Comments comments (403)

Today I have joining me on my Blog Frey Ortega. Frey is a multi-published auhor with Siren Publishing and writes M/M Erotic Fantasy and he is based in the Philippines.

His new book, Heart's Volition, was released on 15th January 2015 and is the fourth book in the Into the New World, Man Love Collection.

Buy the book here www.bookstrand.com/hearts-volition




Synopsis For Heart's Volition, Into the New World 4

 

Micah Faraday is an incubus with a rough past, one that includes being held captive by not oe, but two psychotic madmen, and having a rough time acclimating to believing he’s worth being loved, let alone being a person. Surviving day by day isn’t really living it, and one day Micah made the decision to die. Of course, until he makes the mistake of binding himself to the phoenix named Erik Anderson.

 

Erik is exactly what Micah needs but doesn’t think he wants: grounded, stable, reliable, and he doesn’t know when to give up. He seeks to understand Micah and to help him through his pain, but he also has to contend with a world he’s not familiar with.

 

In the midst of all of the chaos that surrounds them, Micah and Erik go on a journey of learning to trust and understanding that some of the worst choices we’ve made end up being the best ones after all.

 

 

Story Excerpt:

 

 

Micah Faraday was royally screwed, and not in the good way most incubi would have liked.

 

It all started when he brought Erik Anderson into his life. Saving the man by binding himself to Erik hadn’t been a part of his life plan, but there was a little seed of thought inside of Micah that told him that if he could provide an inkling of good in the world by saving a life, then he wouldn’t die completely useless. He hadn’t counted on Erik actually wanting to be with him, though.

 

The moment the mating bond snapped into place between the two of them, Micah knew he was screwed, because there was an actual chance that Erik actually wanted him, and Micah couldn’t admit to himself that he —no, yearned for—another person to like him.

 

Now, he had someone who wanted him. Erik was many things to Micah even though they’d only been mated a short while. The phoenix was a lot of unknowns, certainly, but the one thing Micah knew about the man was that they were bound together irreversibly, and it seemed Erik was okay with that, much to Micah’s surprise and chagrin.

 

And they hadn’t had sex, well, ever, though that wasn’t so much a problem since they’d only been mated for three weeks. Although, Micah definitely felt the pangs of hunger inside him, a hunger that wouldn’t be sated by any meal, and it was something that only Erik could give him. As an incubus, he needed to feed in other ways than just eating food. Being bound to someone else just made this need stronger, this need to feed, to play with, and to devour the man he was bound to.

 

Not to mention the fact that the man with wild, blond hair, ice-blue eyes and a perpetual, lopsided grin on his face was like sex on a stick. Micah needed to mentally fan himself whenever he even turned to look at Erik, and something inside him constantly tried to propel him into Erik’s arms. He needed to stay away.

 

Because of the way he was trying hard not to feed from Erik, Micah’s mind trailed off from time to time into some state where he constantly felt exhausted, sometimes to the point of catatonia. It felt as though the world around his would cease to exist, and it brought him some peace of mind even as he sat there, unresponsive.

 

Back when he had been abducted, so much of his time was spent feeling the rhythm of a machine press into him on all ends that there were times that he almost felt one with the machine. Every so often, when his body throbbed, he could feel everything around him disappear, and he would be sucked into his thoughts, daydreaming and not paying attention to anything else, really.

 

Much like this moment, where Micah was seated in the middle of an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, the apartment he now lived in with his newfound “mate.” A whole group of his roommates were seated in the living room. Erik was waving his hand about in front of Micah’s face to try and capture his attention, and two couples were off on the other side staring at him like he’d just lost his head. Zack had an arm draped over the back of the couch, with one leg drawn up while Rain was leaning forward, his legs splayed out in a comfortable sitting position, his fingers tented.

 

Then there was Kai, who was settled right against Darius, his head against the gargantuan man’s shoulder. Erik, of course, was to one side, with that lopsided, sexy-as-sin grin on his face and the way his arm draped over the back of the couch, his body language just screaming honest and open and everything Micah just wanted to touch and feel and…do a lot of other things to.

 

Micah was so deep, deep into his reverie that he hadn’t realized he was actually talking to a group of people. One minute he was listening to Kai tell a story, when Erik’s arm tightened around him slightly and he careened into oblivion. Part of it was extreme hunger.

 

Times like these, Micah missed the freedom of being able to feed from the energy of the world around him. Now, it was as though everything was funneled—and amplified—by the big, Nordic-looking lug beside him. It was just one of the many double-edged swords when he bound himself to Erik weeks ago. When Erik started to feel worried, Micah lost the already tenuous supply of energy he had, and it made his mind attempt to shut down to try and conserve what little energy he had left inside him.

 

But he knew he couldn’t. Micah could see the looks on the faces of his friends and he had to come back. He blinked rapidly, before turning to the source of the voice trying to talk to him.

 

“Earth to Micah, come in, Micah,” Kai said. “You still with us, space cadet?”

 

“Huh, what?” Micah blinked and turned to Kai. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…”

 

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Kai grinned.

 

“No, not specifically,” Micah said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as a tinge of red appeared on his cheeks. “It’s nothing serious.”

 

“Party pooper. No, seriously, we’re worried. You’ve been spacing out a lot.” Kai frowned.

 

“Not to mention, you’ve gotten pretty pale.”

 

“It’s just incubi stuff, don’t worry,” Micah replied, waving a hand absently. “Nothing to be worried about.”

Bio

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety.He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

Visit his website at: www.freyortega.wordpress.com/

Email him at: [email protected]

You can like his Facebook page at www.facebook.com/writerfreyortega 

His Facebook profile is www.facebook.com/freyortegawrites

 

 

Find the rest of the series at www.bookstrand.com/frey-ortega



 


Blog Host - Gayle Cranfield

Posted on January 15, 2015 at 12:00 AM Comments comments (79)


It's my turn today. The Jasmine Tree has been released by Siren Publishing...Wha-hoo!!
The Jasmine Tree is a M/F Erotic Thriller and is just under 90,000 words and it will keep you guessing until the very end.



synopsis

Michael Reynolds, ex Royal Marine and SBS (special forces) has been deep undercover in the Russian Mafia for two years. He hates his assignment, but because his mother was Russian, he was called upon to infiltrate the organisation by MI5. Now called Mikel, he has been tasked by his mafia bosses with finding girls in Eastern Europe who are to be put to work in the sex industry in New Orleans with the empty promise of a better life in the USA.

Mikel meets Lilly Summers in a Mafia owned club and starts a relationship with her, but soon backs away when he realises he is getting in too deep and doesn't want Lilly to get involved in his current life or to be dragged into the organisation he works in. But Lilly starts working for Mikel's Mafia boss and his love for Lilly grows.

When Mikel is encouraged to go further undercover by his MI5 boss than he is comfortable with, putting his relationship on the line, he finds himself in a battle between reality and the counterfeit life he has created for himself, but when he finds out Lilly is not all she is supposed to be, that is where his troubles really start.

But Michael is troubled in other ways....what's in his nightmares and what is the significance of the large tattoo that covers his back?



 interview with an author

"The Jasmine Tree is my favourite book so far. I have grown as an author over the past year and although I love The Right Turn and The New Dawn, The Jasmine Tree is a much harder story with Michael and Lilly being strong people in their own right, but together they make the story come alive.

I got the idea for The Jasmine Tree when I was in New Orleans in 2014. We went on a scandal tour where the tour guide explained to us about the Russian Mafia taking over the seedier side of life in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina and how they import girls from Eastern Europe with the promise of a better life in the USA, but realistically they are drugged and put to work in the strip clubs in Bourbon Street in the French Quarter. When they are hooked on heroin and are burnt out, the girls go 'missing'.

It intrigued me and I couldn't wait to get home and put pen to paper (or fingers to ipad). Ten weeks later The Jasmine Tree was ready to go to my Beta readers and the feed back I got from my four strong team was that this was the best book yet. I hope you like it as much as us.

I found the image of Michael when I was searching through thousands of images for the couple for the front cover of The New Dawn. As soon as I saw him I knew he was to be my half Russian main man and with Lilly in the background of the image I think it gives the moody atmosphere of the complex storyline that takes place on the streets of London, through Europe, into New Orleans and a little of the Caribbean thrown in too."


enjoy.

www.bookstrand.com/the-jasmine-tree

Other books by Gayle Cranfield www.bookstrand.com/gayle-cranfield







 


 


Blog Host - Cecile Tellier

Posted on January 14, 2015 at 12:00 AM Comments comments (79)

Today my guest on my blog is Cecile Tellier. Cecile is a published author with Siren Publishing who lives in the USA. This book is M/F paranormal romance.

 

This is Cecile's second book for Siren which was released today, 14th January 2015. www.bookstrand.com/binding-dreams



Here is the synopsis...

Raerdel Sullivan had no family, no friends, and no one to miss her when a Queen of the light fae decided to kidnap her. Waking up in the faerie realm, she was soon thrust into a world that was not familiar. Meeting Lord Sindri and learning of the Queen’s intention that she be his new wife were also a culture shock. Sindri had never contemplated anything more than a marriage of convenience and found himself enamored with the stubborn mortal girl. Raerdel agrees reluctantly to be courted by Sindri for a full moon cycle, however it would soon be discovered that Sindri and the light Queen were not the only faeries interested in Raerdel.

It will take all Sindri can do to save Raerdel from those who would invade her very dreams and force her to a worse fate than she could conceive of. Love sparks reluctantly for Raerdel, however Sindri is soon targeted by those whom they have thwarted and it is Raerdel’s intention to save them both and have a chance at the love neither had ever felt before. Can they escape the shadows that follow them and make their dreams come true?


other books by Cecile can be found here www.bookstrand.com/cecile-tellier



Biography

 

Cecile Tellier holds Masters degrees in Special Education as well as Criminal Justice: Law. She lives in upstate NY with her husband and two children. She got her start in writing as early as high school and has been published in poetry anthologies and freelance erotica. Cecile is part of a wonderfully supportive RWA critique group lovingly referred to as the Round Robbins. Cecile believes that everything in life that can be accomplished should and has endeavored to live up to this whether it was starting a flat track roller derby league or writing the next great romance novel.

I asked Cecile a few questions about herself

Q: When did you begin writing?

A: My first creative writing stint began when I was in junior high as I began writing poetry and then stories. I then began reporting and writing for the local high school newspaper when I graduated. The idea of love has always been a large motivator for my writing.

Q: Do you have any strange writing habits (like standing on your head or writing in the shower)?

A: I’m unsure of how strange this is but I can’t write without music on. The genre of what I listen to varies depending on what I’m working on. I attribute this to having ADHD (seriously) as I’ve never been comfortable with complete silence.

Q: What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

A: Don’t let market trends, friends, or fans dictate what you write. If something is in you to be written put it to paper. Worry about selling it after. Get it out first.

Q: What literary character is most like you?

A: I am very much sarcastic in the way that Raerdel is in Binding Dreams.

Q: Which famous person, living or dead would you like to meet and why?

A: John Wayne, most of the men in my life have reminded me of him in one way or another. He was a great man who was very patriotic and unabashedly said what he felt.

Q: Do you write only paranormal romances?

A: I write whatever is in me to write at that time. I have a fondness for paranormal romances but I certainly don’t limit myself that way.


Other books by Cecile can be found on the Bookstrand website www.bookstrand.com/cecile-tellier or at an Amazon near you!

Twitter: @CeecTellier

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website www.ceciletellier.com


Blog Host - Jacqueline Anne

Posted on January 13, 2015 at 12:20 AM Comments comments (420)


Today I have joining me Jacqueline Anne, a multi-published author from USA.

 

Jacqueline is very excited to reveal the cover for her new book, Awakening the Willow's Heart which is a M/F Erotic Romance.

I am feeling very honored that she has chosen my blog to help her reveal to you, my readers, this beautiful image.

It is an amazing cover; I love the green of the Willow Tree against the silhouette of the trunk and the autumnal look that the leaves on the ground give to the whole scene. Perhaps, like me, it conjures up memories of a favourite walk long forgotten...hmm...have I neglected to mention anything else??? Oh yeah... the amazing stud in the foreground...wow...we do love a bit of Caden Walker don't we?

 

I hope you love this cover as much as I and that you give Jacqueline all the support possible by buying Awakening the Willow's Heart which has a tentative release date of 11th Feb 2015.....and I think you will join me in looking forward to Caden revealing a little more than just his chest when Jacqueline fuels your imagination to help that happen in February....Phew (Gayle says fanning herself) I need a cold shower.

 

Jaqueline has put together a beautiful trailer for you to watch for Awakening the Willow's Heart, here is the link below

www.youtube.com/watch?v=-G0mC5out3Y&feature=youtu.be

 



Website: www.authorjacquelineanne.com

Email: [email protected]

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Blog Host - Elodie Parkes

Posted on January 10, 2015 at 12:00 AM Comments comments (104)

Today I have joining me on my Blog Elodie Parkes.

 www.bookstrand.com/elodie-parkes

 

Elodie Parkes is a multi-published British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Cool stories and hot love scenes.

 

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home

Her current title, which was released on 23rd December is an Erotic fantasy/romance from Siren Publishing and Elodie Parkes

When Simi finds a pretty old candlestick among the discarded props in the company storeroom, she never imagines it will grant her dearest wish. There’s something mysterious about the carved candlestick, but Simi is drawn to it. She’s saved a red candle from a box she bought years ago in an antique shop, and intends to use the candlestick to hold the last candle and make her solitary Christmas lunch more festive. It’s Christmas Eve, there’s sleet in the wind, Simi slips, but Jason catches her. Who is Jason? Where has he suddenly appeared from in the night?

 

Simi looks into the eyes of this gorgeous man and sparks fly …



Thank you for hosting ‘Candle Magic’ on your blog today. Thank you so much to all my readers. I write from my heart so you have a piece of it. Have a great 2015.

About the book:

I got the idea for this story very late at night as I shivered in a sudden downpour of rain on my way home from work. It was still summer at the time and although late, the sky was still quite light. That happens in Britain where I live and often dawn comes in at around 3.30 a.m. How do I know this? I’m often still up writing or playing around with graphics for book covers. I’m lucky because my day job is in shifts so often I can grab a few hours’ sleep and still get to work on time.

My hero, Jason Chandler, doesn’t know what he is. Maybe an angel, or a spirit, he only knows he’s given assignments to fulfill by the enigmatic higher powers of the universe. This assignment is different, and when he finds himself materialize beside Simi, my heroine, he’s instantly hopeful that his lonely existence is about to change.

Although the action in Candle Magic starts on Christmas Eve this story can be read at anytime. It’s full of love and magic.

 

18+ teaser

 

The mist parted. The sight of a man walking toward her captured her in a spell. Simi stared at him, unable to move.

He flowed slowly toward her, and then he was there in front of her, extending his arms to hold her. His cornflower blue eyes, fringed with dark lashes, filled with emotion. He smiled at Simi and she registered how handsome he was, how completely gorgeous he was, before magically she was in his arms. He held her close.

Gratitude surged through her. Her heart opened to soak up the love he gave her. His face close, Simi yearned for his lips on hers, and then—he kissed her. It charged her whole body with such a surge of raw sexual energy her pussy drenched her inner thighs. She drifted in a heavy fog of his kiss-induced lust.

The softness of his lips changed from a gentle, loving merging to a hungry searching as her tongue met his.

Naked in his arms, Simi pressed against his hard body, her clothes strangely gone. Yet she accepted that as ordinary when his hands swept over her skin and grabbed her ass to lift her against his body. Her stomach contacted the hard column of his erect cock, and she sighed into his mouth.

COPYRIGHT ELODIE PARKES and SIREN PUBLISHING 2014

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

FIND the book: www.bookstrand.com/elodie-parkes

www.goodreads.com/book/show/23603487-candle-magic

Check Elodie’s blog for other distributer buy links www.elodieparkes.blogspot.com Mid-January and for other snippets and excerpts

Follow Elodie on Twitter on Facebook see her Amazon page and Google+

 

 


 


 


The Jasmine Tree - Pre-Sale

Posted on January 5, 2015 at 12:05 AM Comments comments (96)


The Jasmine Tree, the third book by Gayle Cranfield is on pre-sale today.

www.bookstrand.com/the-jasmine-tree


Synopsis

Michael Reynolds, ex Royal Marine and SBS (special forces) has been deep undercover in the Russian Mafia for two years. He hates his assignment, but because his mother was Russian, he was called upon to infiltrate the organisation by MI5. Now called Mikel, he has been tasked by his mafia bosses with finding girls in Eastern Europe who are to be put to work in the sex industry in New Orleans with the empty promise of a better life in the USA.

 

Mikel meets Lilly Summers in a Mafia owned club and starts a relationship with her, but soon backs away when he realises he is getting in too deep and doesn't want Lilly to get involved in his current life or to be dragged into the organisation he works in. But Lilly starts working for Mikel's Mafia boss and his love for Lilly grows.

 

When Mikel is encouraged to go further undercover by his MI5 boss than he is comfortable with, putting his relationship on the line, he finds himself in a battle between reality and the counterfeit life he has created for himself, but when he finds out Lilly is not all she is supposed to be that is where his troubles really start.

 

But Michael is troubled in other ways....what's in his nightmares and what is the significance of the large tattoo that covers his back?

 

Here is the first chapter as a little teaser for you...

 

Chapter 1

 

Michael stood in front of his bathroom mirror, running his fingers through his hair.

When did he stop recognising his reflection? Apart from having a quick shave every other day, he hadn't really studied himself for a while. His forty-one-year-old weary, blue eyes looked back at him as he dragged his cheeks down and moved nearer to the mirror for a closer inspection.

The lines that were appearing around his eyes seemed to be getting deeper by the day. Dragging his fingers through his hair once again, he could just see the beginnings of grey coming through the dark brown. Where had that come from? He wondered if he could pull off the George Clooney look a few years down the line but decided he had a harder life than Mr. Clooney so probably not.

“I'm getting too old for this shit!” he said to himself in the mirror. “And talking to yourself, Mikey-boy? That's not going to go down well at your next psych eval is it?”

Walking back into the main room of his pokey bedsit, he sat down on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands and massaged his aching skull with his large callused fingers. God he missed being himself, he was tired of this counterfeit life, he just wanted to climb to the highest point in London and shout, “I am Michael Reynolds!”

 

He got off the bed and knelt on the hard wooden floorboards and picked up his mattress. Stretching deep into the middle of the underside, he reached and felt for the cut he had made in the soft furnishing and pulled out the envelope he was fishing for. Sitting back down on the floor he opened the flap and carefully laid the three photographs in front of him.

The first picture he picked up was taken on the day of his passing out parade with the small group of friends he had made in his fifteen months of officer training in The Royal Marines. He had always dreamed of being an officer just like his father and it was one of Michael's proudest moments when he finally received his green beret. Throughout his long career he eventually made Major, one rank above his father, which Michael knew would have made him so proud, if he'd lived to see it.

The next photo showed his mother stood next to him on that same day. Although she sat in the audience and smiled for the camera that sunny afternoon, that smile never reached her eyes as deep down she hated his career choice. She loathed the Navy and the thought of her baby leading the same life as her husband distressed her greatly.

Nadia detested being an officer’s wife, especially being a foreigner. The other wives were very cliquey and she never felt accepted into the fold. Her husband was often away on tour for long periods of time and she became a very lonely woman. It was only Michael that kept her going, a son she totally idealised. When Michael's father was killed in 1982 in The Falklands Campaign at the age of forty-three, his mother returned to her native Russia and Michael was sent to boarding school in England at the age of ten. Nadia desperately wanted Michael to continue his English education as she felt he wouldn't have the same opportunities back in Russia, but she would always regret her decision to leave him.

 

Michael was fluent in Russian and from a very young age his parents insisted he would only speak Russian to his mother and English to his father as they were determined he would not lose his heritage. He spent many summer holidays as a child with his grandparents in Russia and had very fond memories of the country. He could also speak French and German along with a good amount of Pashto, one of the two Afghan languages, but it was for his Russian connection that he was chosen for this most recent mission.

He had been working in the Special Boat Service or SBS for five long years on covert operations in Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan. He would be sent in, eliminate his target or pull them out for further questioning and move on, no questions asked. It was hard life and he hated it but it was a job he felt he had to do, a job he needed to do. When eventually he was put out to pasture and semi-retired, he found himself living the life of a hermit on Grand Cayman, the largest of the three Cayman Islands which was sixty miles south of Cuba. He had been renovating a bar that he bought and was just beginning to enjoy his new life when he was approached to go deep undercover within the European Russian Mafia by the British Intelligence agency MI5. The Russians had been reportedly taking over European cities at an alarming rate, moving into distressed and run down areas, taking over districts that the Italians, Irish and Triads had abandoned.

MI5s files had been beginning to stack up against the Russian criminal gangs, when they inadvertently stumbled upon a strong and credible connection with their UK-European investigation with Louisiana in the USA. There had been reports of “merchandise” being shipped from mainland Europe, through the UK and onto the USA, but shipments of what? Whatever it was had only ever been referred to as “merchandise.”

MI5 started liaising with the CIA and they learnt from their American counterparts that following Hurricane Katrina, the Russians had made themselves very much at home running all underground activities in New Orleans and now protection rackets, drug dealing and gun running were quickly spreading throughout the US like a disease as the Russian mafia gangs grew in size and power.

Michael had been tasked to infiltrate the Mafia in London and build dossiers on individuals within the UK operation. He became known as Mikel Kozlov and had to quickly learn and memorise his new history and life of the man he had now become.

It had taken him six months to infiltrate the gang and gain his “Byki” status which translated meant “bodyguard,” and he soon became the personal near guard for Dimitri Markovic, a very high-ranking face in the London organisation.

Since working with Dimitri, Mikel had found that the “merchandise,” which was such a guarded secret, was girls from Eastern Europe, trafficked to Louisiana to work in the sex industry.

The head of the New Orleans mafia become disappointed with the calibre of women that the European organisations had been sending over and it was decided that as the UK was being used as a hub to transport the girls from mainland Europe to the US, a small team from the UK would be sent to vet the women in their home country first before shipping.

Sergio Markovic, the “Brigadier” or “Boss” of the UK operation, gave his nephew, Dimitri, the job, and in turn Dimitri had chosen Mikel, his most trusted “friend” in the organisation to help him. The trial run was so successful that they were moved over to human trafficking full time and were both given their “Warrior” or “Boyevik” promotion.

The boyeviks from the other European organisations would find girls by infiltrating women's shelters, abortion and drug rehabilitation clinics, where social workers that were assigned to these supposed safe havens were happy to pass over details of the young girls for payoffs.

Dimitri and Mikel would then approach the chosen girls and offer them new identities, a passport, and the promise a better life in the USA, selecting only two or three to obtain a ticket. The Shestyorka, or errand boy, was then deployed to escort the girls through to their final destinations a few days later. They were initially shipped to New Orleans, drugged and put to work in the clubs, either as strippers or prostitutes, or sometimes both. The operation was so successful that other US states were crying out for the UK’s services to ship girls to them, all of whom went to Louisiana first then they were sub-trafficked around the US from there. None of the girls ever saw their passports again and were threatened with harm to themselves or their families if they escaped.

Michael desperately wanted out. He had been the happiest he'd been in a long time in his little part of paradise building his bar and desperately wanted to be back there, anonymous and left alone. He’d had enough of the seediness of the industry he found himself in. Every time he issued a ticket to one of the girls, another part of him died. They were the innocents in this and yes, their life in their own country was a terrible existence, but what life was he sending them to? He was desperate to complete his mission, to at least help stop the movement of “merchandise,” even if it was too late for the girls he had already fucked over—the unfortunate collateral damage in this war on the illegal sex trade.

Two more years, that was all he had to do, two more long years—that's what his bosses in MI5 were telling him. He could then pick up his pension and live out his years in the Caribbean.

Michael had enough of protecting Queen and Country. She always wanted that little more than her pound of flesh. He had loved the military until ten years ago. It had been life, his whole existence…Was it ten years already? The final picture was picked from the floor and held close to his chest.

A silent tear slipped down his cheek.

 

 


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