a look at J.R. Gray & ‘Capital Offense’ @booksbygray @evernightpub #Gay #Romance

On June 18, 2018June 7, 2018 By Casey's CornerIn Authors & Books, PublishersLeave a comment

Today we have author J.R. Gray visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

A look into…

~ Blurb ~

* All good things must come to an end.
* George is trying to hold his world together, but it’s crumbling and he doesn’t know who he’s even fighting anymore. All the people he loves are suffering because of him.
* Jesse is shattering because he can’t provide what George needs.
* Elliot is broken perhaps beyond repair.
* Zac is ruined by his own doing and isn’t fit to be what Elliot needs him to be.
* There is no soothing light at the end of this tunnel. The reckoning is coming and not even George can protect them from the monster of his past. They are splintering, trying to avoid the flames, but they must come together or become ashes.

~ Excerpt ~

* George picked up the container of sterile needles he’d been saving so Jesse could see them. “This will be a little like a tattoo.”
* “Oh God. You’re so close to my dick.”
* “If you hold perfectly still there is a good chance none will even come close to your cock, unless of course you want me to pierce it for you.”
* Jesse picked up his head. “Can you do that?”
* “Easily.”
* He pursed his lips. “I’m going to think about that one.”
* “Don’t think on it too long.”
* “Why not?” Jesse laid his head back down and let his arms go limp.
* “Because if I don’t get an answer, I’m going to assume you approve.”
* Jesse’s eyes shot back open. “You know what they say about assuming?”
* “That it’s a perfectly acceptable thing for a dominant to do when his submissive is gagged?”
* “But I’m not gagged…”
* “You easily can be.” George pulled the pink ball gag halfway out of his pocket so Jesse could see it.
* “I think I’ll wait on the piercing until we both discuss the pros and cons, Sir,” Jesse said as politely as George had ever heard come out of his mouth.
* “Acceptable,” George said as he pushed the first needle into the tender skin on Jesse’s inner thigh.
* “Holy fuck. Getting a tattoo there would be a whole lot different than on my neck.”
* “If you can make it to fifty needles there will be a reward.”
* “God help me.”
* “You’re going to need it.”

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Thank you for joining us here today, J.R. Gray! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

a look at Gale Stanley & ‘Odd Man Out’ @galestanley @changelingpress #Gay #Menage #shifters

On June 9, 2018June 7, 2018 By Casey's CornerIn Authors & Books, Publishers2 Comments

Today we have author Gale Stanley visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
* Some things never change.

A look into…

~ Blurb ~

* Ray and Jared were living the perfect life until Ray discovered his ability to shift. Now he dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in fear of the beast.
* Remus is the only man who can help Ray control his inner wolf. But if they connect will Jared become the odd man out?

~ Excerpt ~

* “Wake the fuck up! Come on, Ray, wake up.”
* Jared gripped Ray’s upper arms and shook him again. No response. Nobody sleeps that soundly. For Christ’s sake, he looked catatonic, like the woman in The Fall of the House of Usher, who’s pronounced dead and then buried alive. Now Jared was scared. He considered throwing cold water on him, maybe calling for an ambulance. He shook Ray again.
* Slowly, Ray opened his right eye. An explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye years ago.
* “Jared?” Ray mumbled.
* “Yeah, Jared. Were you expecting someone else?”
* Ray looked around the room. He seemed confused.
* “Snap out of it, man. I couldn’t wake you.”
* “I’m awake. I’m awake.” Ray stretched. He looked like he wanted to go back to sleep.”
* “You scared the hell out of me.”
* “Sorry. I must have been dreaming.”
* “Must have been some dream. There’s a wet spot on the bed.”
* Ray checked the sheets. He looked surprised. “Sorry.”
* “Forget it, Sexy.” Jared climbed into bed with him. “Tell me all the dirty details. I want to get off too.”
* “You know I never remember my dreams.” Ray rolled out of bed. “I better change the sheets.”
* Jared made a grab for him. “Later.”
* Ray evaded him. “Look at the time, Jared.”
* “You used to call me Baby?” Jared spoke more harshly than he intended.
* “Fuck the sheets, and the time. We own the company. Let’s go in late. Better yet, let’s take the day off.”
* “We can’t afford to close shop, even for one day. Too many P.I.’s in Jersey. The completion is killing us.”
* “We’re the new guys in town. All we need is a big profile case and the clients will be knocking our door down.”
* “I hope so.” Ray headed toward the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower.”
* “Come back, I’ll give you a tongue bath instead.”
* The bathroom door slammed behind Ray. Worried, Jared lay back with his arms under his head. Ray never wanted to fuck anymore. He always had an excuse. I’m too tired. It’s late. I’m drunk. I have a headache.
* The sex had been dwindling for months. Six months to be exact. Ever since Remus showed up and screwed up their lives. If he was just another man Jared could handle the competition, but Remus was larger than life, a superhero who’d come from Ray’s past to claim him.

Buy Odd Man Out here…
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Thank you for joining us here today, Gale Stanley! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

a look at Katherine Wyvern & ‘Spice & Vanilla’ @KatherineWyvern @evernightpub #erotic #gay #GenderQueer

On June 6, 2018May 13, 2018 By Casey's CornerIn Authors & Books, PublishersLeave a comment

Today we have author Katherine Wyvern visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Katherine Wyvern. A gipsy soul who lived in Italy, Norway, Germany, Spain and France, but mostly in a private universe of her own. Writer of hot and twisted tales.

Find Katherine Wyvern here…
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A look into…

~ Inspiration ~

* Hello, and thank you so much for hosting me today and letting me talk a little about my new book, Spice & Vanilla!
* Spice and Vanilla came about as a sum of two different story-lines that screamed to be put into words.
* One was a spill-over from my previous release, Woman as a Foreign Language. In that story there was a male-to-female cross-dresser whose painful past of disclosure and rejection was alluded to only briefly. I wanted to expand on that element, and explore the tremendous emotional rollercoaster that all parties involved in such a coming-out will go through.
* The second story line was sparked in one millisecond when a dear, dear friend of mine described himself as an angel with a bit of a devil inside. That immediately made me want to write this character that is constantly on the fence of… anything, really. He’s gender-fluid, bisexual, a really sweet man with a seriously dark side, and a switch on top of everything…
* That was supposed to be a light and hot short story, but when it collided with the first story-line, it became a full length novel and an incredible emotional journey, with one of the most complex characters I ever wrote… there were times when I thought I’d lose my sanity trying to keep up with Raphael’s twists and turns.

~ Blurb ~

* Time was, when Di could dance all night. Time was, when she could ride any horse in the stable. Time was when she had a fiancée, a future and a home she loved. Until a silver SUV came out of nowhere and broke her life in half.
* Well concealed under a sarcastic, spiny hide, Hugh has a darkly romantic, passionate soul. Torn between love and terror, he’s held the talented, elegant, magnetic Raphael carefully at arm’s length since the day they met.
* Male or female, men or women, kinky or sweet, top or bottom? Angel or devil? Raphael’s life is a string of unanswered questions. And Lucie, his long-hidden female self, may bring it all together or destroy everything he has.
Be warned: cross-dressing, gender-queer, explicit M/M and M/F sex, anal sex, spanking, flogging, bondage, forced orgasm, sex toys

~ Excerpt ~

* Hugh watched him stroking away with great contentment. He was totally worn out after a crazy day at work, and it was not always easy to find the energy to satisfy such an enthusiastic masochist. There were days when he wished Raphael were a bit less fond of being spanked and whipped, but he always did his best to oblige him. The thought of his Raphael going out there looking for release from God-only-knows-whom, and getting hurt for real by some less scrupulous or talented Dom was just unbearable. Still, tonight he would lie back and relax. Mostly. I will have to help him eventually, he thought with a slightly evil grin, but I can take a breather first.
* Raphael stroked in perfect tempo. He was one of the most technically exact musicians Hugh had ever played with, after all. Too exact, in fact.
* It would do him so much good to let go a bit, to just go with the flow, be wild and imprecise and purely passionate. Then he would not need so much of this.
* Tick—tock—tick—tock—tick—tock, went the metronome, and Raphael stroked and stroked. It was a good while before Hugh could tell, from a small furrow between those blond eyebrows, that the unchanging, slow rhythm was beginning to frustrate him. He smiled a bit wider and said nothing, devouring his beautiful quarry with his eyes. He watched, entranced the fluid play of flesh and skin as Raphael’s long pale cock, a nice ruddy purple by now, sank and reemerged into and from his fist, the velvet-like foreskin lapping beautifully over the shinier, silky glans, the testicles bouncing softly to the rhythm as the scrotum was pulled up and released. It was hard to resist the temptation to throw the whole scene to the devil and just take that cock in his mouth and suck it empty.
* This is without exception the best use a metronome was ever put to.
* Raphael’s body was developing a number of small, charming tics and twitches. He briefly lifted his left knee from the mattress then relaxed again. His right wrist was pulling on the strap from time to time, and his breath was coming in slightly ragged bursts.
* Still it took a long time. Too much control, thought Hugh, smiling. Tsk-tsk.
* Tick—tock—tick—tock.
* He slowly unfolded his hands and moved to sit between Raphael’s legs. He spit on his middle finger and watched Raphael’s face, half hopeful, half anxious, as he slowly approached his anus. He didn’t hurry. He let Raphael wait for it. He would beg, in time, Hugh knew, but there was no need for that, not yet. He finally pressed his fingertip to the twitching, tight, live rose of flesh and felt it jolt and spasm. He massaged it in circles, with relish, and didn’t even try to penetrate it. Raphael was shaking all over, trying to press down on his finger, but there was just so far he could stretch, tied as he was. His belly muscles went taut. They were contracting in random, jerky convulsions. Hugh had never seen anything so beautiful.
* Then Raphael missed a beat. His hand had picked up pace, ignoring all orders. Raphael whimpered, trying to compensate to get back in the right tempo. The double change of pace made him squirm all over. He swallowed twice and missed the beat again. This time Hugh slapped the inside of his thigh, very hard. Raphael could take a long regular series of well-spaced blows with relative ease, but a single hard slap coming down out of the blue like that drew a ragged cry from him.
* “You do know what tempo means, I asked?” Hugh said, in a plain chatty voice. He had never had any taste whatsoever for histrionics. He was not, he had never been, a theatrical Dom. He wasn’t in it for setting up a show. He just got the job done.
* “Yes. Yes!” said Raphael, a bit frantic. He managed to stick to the rhythm for a minute longer, until Hugh gently stuck his finger just within the ring of his anus. All of Raphael’s body twisted, and he lost all track of the cold, mechanical rhythm of the metronome.
* And that is exactly what you need, my love. Too much playing by the rules, too much fucking control. You need to find your own tempo, and just let go.
* Five or six fast hard strokes followed. Hugh slapped him twice, on his thigh, and, when he turned suddenly, on his butt. And then Raphael came, on the third slap, as he flopped flat on his back again, crying out in pleasure or pain, or both. It was hard to tell. Semen spurted out in beautiful, long, arched white streamers, splattering over Raphael’s belly, chest, and even his face.
* It is difficult to aim while being spanked hard.
* Hugh watched him coming, avidly.
* He was so naked. So vulnerable, so unguarded. Hugh, who felt, every day, that he might shatter like glass, on Raphael’s unearthly, impossibly graceful, self-possessed beauty, lived for these moments, to watch him released of all self-consciousness and all bonds. Strange, how it took a bunch of leather straps to get him to do that.
* “Ah, oh, shit. That hurt,” Raphael whispered after a minute. “Not complaining, mind,” he added, with a small edgy laugh, wiping some drops of sperm from his lips and eyebrow.
* “Good,” said Hugh, quite composed, despite the erection straining in his pants. Watching Raphael twitching and jolting while covered in glistening semen was not a sight to leave him unmoved. He reached out for the metronome, stopped it and lowered the weight a tad, then started it again.
* This was a faster, business-like tempo.
* “There you go, hot lips,” he said to Raphael, who was still breathing hard from his orgasm.
* “What? Wh—but…”
* Hugh gave him a small devilish smile. Raphael was perfectly capable of coming two or three times in one night, but, like most men, he needed a while to recuperate in between. Well, tonight, he wasn’t getting it.
* “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
* You can also find an exclusive excerpt on my website, here