Prism Book Alliance Recommended Read: Broken Ink

REALLY, REALLY chuffed to hear the lovely ladies over at Prism Book Alliance have given Broken Ink a place in their December Recommend reads! A huge thanks to Caroline! And Brandilyn for taking my work on!!! These badges *polishes the Prism one on the left* and recs are such a pleasure to get!! For those even slightly wicked and curious, there's one or two tiny extracts from Broken Ink below!

 

Blurb: 

Carrying a tattoo on your skin no longer just comes with a risk of infection. Get the composition right, you have the latest mind-control drug on the market. It’s the sex-traders’ dream, or worst nightmare, depending on the concentrated dose of the ink—and just who’s wearing it.

For Kiyen, the ink means he’s able to strip raw the minds of the best and worst of society. He’s one of MI7’s top killers and never more driven to select and take down a target. For Falen, the ink has ensured he’s spent his early years as a willing sex slave and low-grade empath. Hiding out in a small town and trying to bury the needs running through his body, Fal’s hoping to stay under the radar of MI7 and their specialist killers. But the ink itself has a mind of its own, wanting to ignite the natural dynamics driving a Dom and sub, so when Kiyen is forced into Fal’s small world, prejudice battles a pure need to touch. Only problem is: Kiyen’s on the run, and in a world where thought can be the worst crime of all, Fal’s in for a fight for his sanity to find out just what it is that’s making a young killer run for his life. (M/M)

Available at all good distribution sites, plus here: Broken Ink

 

1st Live Author Chat

Click here for Chat Room Link. Password: Jack

Okay, this'll be my first official author chat on my own. Being on 8/25 at 8-10 EST time, which makes it 1-3 a.m. UK time my end (early Tuesday morning), it will probably also be open to "It'll be all right on the Night" comments from my side. :)

If you have any questions on the Don't... series, or just want to come and say hi, it will be great to see you over there.

The link o thet chat room is here: Chat: Jack L. Pyke, And the password is Jack.

New Release: Breakdown (and a host of giveaways)

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Can't believe it's here already! But today (19th August) Breakdown goes live! It's the third novel in the Don't... series, and it ties very closely to Antidote, bringing in the five very hard months for Jack and Jan away from Gray. I say away from Gray, but he's there. In his very unique way -- he's always there.

Breadown also brings in my start to the Society of Masters, and connections to Lynn Kelling's gorgeous Deliver Us series! After meeting Gray, Jack, and Jan over in America in Forgive Us, Trace makes a cameo appearance in Breakdown, which then sets up the main shared world journey between them all in the last of my Don't series: Gray Matters.

Breakdown has already received some outstanding reviews, and some are offering some cracking giveaways:




Breakdown: Sinfully Sexy Book Revwies: set paperback giveaway & Review
Breakdown: Lynn Kelling: Behind the scene look at Breakdown (ebook giveaway)
Breakdown: Attention is Arbitrary: gorgoeus ARC review 
Breakdown: Baba first Goodreads ARC review

There are a lote more giveaways to come, plus an interview! Links will posted as they are published!

Just for a reminder on what's to come: Breakdown

The evidence is there in his hands: the DVD and notepad convincing Jack that Gray is responsible for his kidnapping and torture, tearing Jack and Jan brutally apart. But with Jack trapped in his own mind, lost to blackouts and self-harming, getting away from Gray must take a back seat to getting away from himself.

While locked away in a secret facility run by the Masters' Circle, a new beast is unearthed from the depths of Jack's tormented past. Martin only comes out to play when Jack needs to hide, a psychopath as capable of ruining Jack's life as he is of defending him. Martin is the repository for Jack's most horrifying memories, protecting him from the bloody tasks Jack can't handle. Martin's purpose is to drive everyone Jack fears - or loves - away, before they get the chance to hurt Jack again.

Now Jack hurts more than he ever has before, Martin is back, and Jack has to figure out what Martin knows that Jack forgot, before it's too late. (M/M)

It's avaiable in all formats and at all good distribution sites!

A special and final thank you to my readers! Your support has completely and utterly floored me!!! I've made some fantastic friends along the way: huge mention to Sue Bowdley for running the Society of Masters fan club over on Facebook; also to Kathy Kyle Mcfarland who took such gorgeous time to produce a fan book trailer of Breakdown. (Still makes me fill up seeing it, Kathy!) And also to all those in the M/M Depraved Minds Club over on Facebook too! You're such a fantastic group of people (I love it over there, Louis and Justjen!)! V, as always -- huge, huge thanks! And also to LisaT, who has stepped in to help share posts when I've found I've been caught off gaurd with timing!!!! And to Carol over on Goodreads, who was of the first to show such kindness!

Fuck Monique! I'm feeling a wee bit speechless at the moment. Does blown away sound the right statement about this book or is that not even enough? - See more at: http://sinfullysexybooks.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/breakdown-dont-3-by-jack-l-pyke-release.html#sthash.q4gz3xU7.dpuf

Fuck Monique! I'm feeling a wee bit speechless at the moment. Does blown away sound the right statement about this book or is that not even enough? - See more at: http://sinfullysexybooks.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/breakdown-dont-3-by-jack-l-pyke-release.html#sthash.q4gz3xU7.dpu

Released: Antidote

Okay, here it is. Antidote is officially released today. It's the sequel to the award-winning Don't..., where both of these novels also tie into the Society of Masters' project and Lynn Kelling's recent release Forgive Us (she borrows my boys).

Strong -- very strong warnings are ahead: this is a dark psychological thriller, emphasis on the 'exceedingly dark' and then never more so on the 'psychological mind games'. I can't be honest enough when I advise: this is a brutal book that looks at psychological deconstruction. Don't go there if this is a trigger. There is non-con in this.

Along with the warnings, there's a wee little more detail:

Title: Antidote
Author: Jack L. Pyle
Genre: Dark psychological erotic romance thiller
Length: novel
Formats: paperback and all ebook formats.
Publisher: Forbidden Fiction.
Links:  Fantastic Fiction Publishing  (Amazon etc also avaible soon)

Blub:

Videos of Jack having sex with a man who mutilated teenagers for fun should have stayed dead and buried, just like the man who filmed them. Yet when footage of Jack’s past starts appearing on Internet porn sites, Jack’s whole world is again turned on its head.

At first, the videos merely unsettle Jack’s fire and ice world of Gray Raoul’s BDSM kink and Jan Richards’ gentle, vanilla touch. But when the videos get more extreme, even Gray turns his back on Jack, isolating him from the full protection of the Masters’ Circle. Jack soon finds himself at the mercy of a group of men set on altering Jack’s perceptions of BDSM— and himself—as brutally as possible.

Jack’s sex life is now on camera for a whole new audience.

Extract:

Something was seriously wrong. Something out of that book had Jack climbing up the walls, enough to tear up over fifteen grand’s worth of art history. Part of me didn’t want to know, another part of me had to know.

Noise came from the living room, the kind of grunts and groans off a TV you’d turn down at night time so no one else would hear you, and I slowed my pace.

Side-on to me, Gray was standing by his laptop with his arms folded, his face giving nothing away. I frowned, but couldn’t quite bring myself to go over.

“DVD?” I said quietly, resting against the doorframe, but Gray shook his head.

“Porn site.”

My heart fell. Amongst the recently posted, there was a screen shot of a painfully young-looking Jack. Gray homed in on the title for a moment, enough for me to read it from here. It was the same intro found on most sites, yet somehow very much in a class of its own.

Don’t…

…love the Cub in slap-kink with Bear.

I rested my head against the frame, just hugging my stomach, and watched as Gray clicked on the play button.

A simple master bedroom came on screen. It allowed room for a bed with a brass frame and headboard, made up with crisp white duvet covers and soft pillows. Each side had a bedside unit, and a lamp was on one, but barely added much light to the cream-coloured room.

Three men heated life up in there. Well, two men and a young boy just touching eighteen. One man sat in the corner, watching what was going on in the bed, a smile plastering his face as he stroked his hard-on. He was naked, but then so were the two people writhing on the bed.

Cutter was an easy spot. Mark Shaw had him bang to rights as a thug who loved to cut up young men: a skinhead, three times bigger than Jack, and most of the muscle looking as hard and as up for it as what went on between his thighs. He had a tattooed scalp, some political racist slur that ran down his neck, and Jack, he was the naked teen struggling underneath him.

Jack’s hair was longer, wilder, his body youthfully thinner, still deeply tanned and coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Cutter had just flipped him onto all fours, his arm snaking roughly around Jack’s neck, his free hand pulling at Jack’s hair to twist his head and get access to his mouth. He kissed hard, rutting just as rough, pausing from his kiss only to grin at the youth he held.

“Want it, boy?”

“Not tonight, luv,” said Jack, smiling, “got a headache.” A growl, Cutter shifted, tossing Jack onto his back, and Jack’s dick came into full view. My heart sank, because for all of the fight Jack offered, he wanted it. He wore nothing but this black rope necklace with a black cross sleeping on a bigger silver one. Tiny sterling-silver balls, three one side, three on the other, gave it that youthful look, a little expensive too. I didn’t look below that necklace again. Jack looked young, way too fucking young for me to focus on anything lower than that necklace.

“Smart-mouth fuck.” Cutter slapped at Jack’s cheek, but Jack only grinned a little more. It won him a harder slap. “What you got for me now, boy?”

Jack nipped at Cutter’s jaw, feeding it.

Another slap, this last one was hard enough to snap Jack’s head to the side and leave a stinging redness to his cheek. “Oooh,” groaned Cutter, “like it, don’t you, boy?” His hand crushed between Jack’s thighs, making him groan. “Yeah, like it rough alright, don’t you, Jack?”

Even his name hadn’t been cut from public viewing.

Antidote's release also coincides with the release of Lynn Kelling's Divine Surrender, where the gorgeous Ben Knox comes out to play for the first time:

Blurb:

When Ben Knox discovers a clean-cut, blond, apparently-straight teenager named Kyle Roth in his office, looking for a professional Dominant, instinct draws him in. Since the exceedingly particular Kyle has already passed on fellow Dominants-for-hire, Gabriel and Trace, Ben digs down beneath first impressions to expose Kyle’s true motivations. Reassured by Ben’s straightforward approach, Kyle demonstrates his willingness to obey and, quickly, their contract is signed. But, skillful as Kyle is at masquerading as the person the world expects him to be out of self-preservation, Ben has plenty of experience dealing with bruised souls. Kyle’s bruises, though, go deep and the vulnerable darkness that Kyle tries to hide lures Ben in and takes them both farther than either is prepared to go.

New Release: Forgive Us by Lynn Kelling

And here we have it: Forgive Us. It's the first installment of the Society of Masters, with Lynn Kelling borrowing my boys from Don't and... playing! I've read it; I've loved it; I've got a serious case of needing more Trace, more Micah, more Gabe, more Dare, more Kyle -- so much more of Ben "sexed-up" Knox -- and all the heat that comes with Lynn's boys. Add into the mix my boys: Gray, Jack, and Jan and... aye, aye-aye! I can understand the steam coming off the guy on the cover there.

I'm giving nothing away about how Lynn works my boys in this, but I will say I receive no financial gain from Lynn borrowing my characetrs. Lynn receives no financial gain from how I will use hers in the upcoming Breakdown, then Gray Matters. We do, however, get to cross worlds and have a whole lot of BDSM fun in the process...

 
Tiltle: Forgive Us
Author Lynn Kelling
Series: Deliver Us: Books 3 
Also part of: The Society of Masters
Genre: M/M BDSM Contemporary
Length: Novel
Buy Link: Fantastic Fiction 
Publisher: Forbidden Fiction

Blurb

To everyone else, Trace is an enigmatic and carefully controlled Dominant. He runs Diadem, a private BDSM club, is a Master and mentor to his fellow Doms and their lovers—Gabriel, Darrek, Ben, and Kyle—while trying to be Master and lover for Micah. Trace is the one to step in when anything or anyone threatens his closest friends, yet he realizes he is in over his head when haunting events of the past endanger everyone's lives. Trace is forced to call on old connections for help from the world he tried to leave behind—the Master's Circle in England. Tensions rise to a fever pitch as Trace's hidden truths shake up the lives of everyone in his tangled, tight-knit family.

For over a decade, Trace, the founder of private BDSM club Diadem, has been living under an assumed name with hardly any ties to his past as a prostitute and Master’s Sub with the Master’s Circle. It’s a mix of chemistry, burning passion and decadent distractions which ignite the spark of hope that old wounds can heal, forgiveness might still be had, and that the future is full of tempting possibilities.

Extract:

“Stand up. Relax,” he tells Micah, speaking with authority in order to cut through anything causing Micah to doubt himself.

“Sir.” Micah gets to his feet, standing straight as an arrow, his caramel-brown eyes unfocused, his attention caught on something internal. A frown line creases Micah’s brow and dark circles are visible under his eyes. Trace knows the worry about Kyle, Darrek, and Gabriel has been eating at Micah, but that doesn’t explain the look of him entirely. There has to be something else going on, but Trace can’t handle anything else. There’s already too much wrong.

With a heavy, exhausted sigh, Trace wraps a hand around Micah’s jaw. It’s warm and rough to the touch, covered in dark stubble. The tilt of his head, the downward cast of his gorgeous eyes, ringed with dark, thick eyelashes, the sensual shape of his lips—it’s so intoxicating. There’s something there, Trace knows, in the spark of rightness between them. The balance of give and take, the equality of what each of them brings and gives away freely to the other, makes sense in so many ways everything else does not. It’s more effective shelter from the forces seeking to harm them than any house or physical structure could ever be. Simple, pure, safety and unconditional acceptance is what they each provide.

Together at last, they can each breathe a little easier. The weight of dread lessens, if only for a moment.

“Can I just check something real quick, before we talk? Didn’t think you’d be here, love. It’ll only take a minute.”

“Of course,” Micah murmurs, barely audible, looking like he’s trying not to cry, making Trace want to scream with rage at the unfairness of it all.

This fuckin’ day. This fuckin’ life.

Trace walks into the adjoining room where his computer is plugged in. He boots it up and keeps Micah in view while he waits. Dressed in khaki pants and a pristine, button-down, light blue shirt which suits his olive complexion perfectly, Micah stands there in the middle of the room like someone’s been beating on him. His outward appearance is so refined, but inside he’s in pieces, held together with wisps of hope. It’s a look Trace might not know, but Patrick does. That thousand yard stare, the wear and tear on the soul, it implies bad shit and hard times.

Turning his attention to the task at hand with effort, instinct telling him to go, and love Micah’s pain away, no matter what it takes to make it happen, Trace forces himself to focus on his desk. Booting up his computer and opening his internet browser, Trace checks an email account—the one he shares with Yasha to pass messages back and forth safely.

The account has been deleted.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pounding a fist on the desk, wanting to scream again, but managing not to. It’s expected but shitty nonetheless. If Yasha is really out of the game, the biggest, best way to make a clean break is to delete all of the accounts tying him to people like Patrick.

He checks the next email account that comes to mind, and the next, and the next. He goes through the whole mental list, finishing with the one he shares with Nicholai, the man who had been Patrick’s Master. The accounts are all the same. No change, no new messages. The latest messages are the ones Patrick left for the others. None have been read. No activity. No new information. It’s as quiet as the grave.

It’s not good.

The feeling of being stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere, with no one aware of where he is or how he’s surviving, used to be comforting. It’s not anymore. Now isolation only breeds desperation and dread, and mostly because his island now has multiple inhabitants, all of them counting on him to get them through. Little do they know they’re relying on such a basketcase.

“Okay. It’s okay. Priorities. Protect the family. Keep the kids safe,” he murmurs under his breath, a mantra. There’s a locked file on his desktop. He clicks on it, types in the password. Information spills out, flooding the screen. It’s all there—beautiful, glorious fact. He skims it, just to ground himself, to remember what’s true. The information on that screen narrows the possibilities about what could be happening with Gabriel and Darrek. But he can’t tell them about it. He can’t tell anybody.

At least his focus has been narrowed. The path he must take becomes clearer.

He closes the file. He closes his browser. He shuts down the machine.

At last, he doesn’t have to fight the pull on his heartstrings any longer. He leaves the rest of his worries behind and goes to find out what’s wrong with Micah.

New Release: His Highland Wolf, by Kailin Morgan

There's two things I'm a complete book whore over: wolves and men in kilts. 

His Highland Wolf looks like it's pulling out all of the punches on that score. This novella comes from a Scottish lass, Ms. Kailin Morgan, who knows her Scottish history and tradition. And for a sneak look under the kilt-filled cover, there's a blurb and extract below.
 
There's also a chance to win a free copy over at Forbidden Fiction, where an interview is taking place with Ms. Morgan: Kailin Morgan Interview. Just leave a comment over there to be in with a chance of winning.

 Title: His Highland Wolf
Author: Kailin Morgan
Length: Novella
Genre: M/M Supernatural, Romance,  Historical, Paranormal.
Buy link: His Highland Wolf 
                 Amazon.com: His Highland Wolf 
Author link: Kailin Morgan
Blurb:

Euan, second son of an outcast Highland chieftain, was poaching deer rather than face starvation when a pack of werewolves hunted him down. After pledging his fealty to the pack, Euan discovered his new family was in danger from the political forces aligned against them. While trying to protect the pack, Euan caught a runaway, Tristan, who had escaped him once before. Tristan is carrying a secret that could save or damn them all, but he is also going to change Euan’s life in less expected ways.

 Extract:

Euan remained steady as the man awoke. The man’s body went instantly still as he registered the press of steel against the tender skin of his throat. His eyes jerked open and Euan watched his gaze find him, knowing that all his captive would see was the broad sweep of Euan’s shoulders against the soft glow of the dawn sky. Euan stifled a smile as he watched the other man try to raise his hands as much as he could even as he was trapped beneath the tree and Euan’s blade.
      Euan backed up slowly, allowing his captive to slide his body from under the tree. Euan kept the sharp steel blade pressed against the stranger’s throat, dissuading him from any thoughts of escape. He blinked as the man slipped his legs out, and couldn't stop his gaze from running down the long, lean muscles shown off by the breeches that clung lovingly to his shape. Euan realised, that once they were standing, the man would be taller than he was.
      The young man kept moving slowly across the ground, shifting around as well as sideways. It was what Euan expected him to do, moving so that the growing brightness was no longer at Euan’s back. Euan let the point of his knife bite deeper, on the very edge of drawing blood and his prisoner shuffled back, his spine colliding with the fallen trunk. His breath huffed out then stopped altogether when he finally met Euan’s cool stare.
      The sudden burst of scents from the other man made Euan want to sneeze and he fought the urge to rub at his nose. The bright spike of shock overrode the bitter smell of fear which had flooded out first, followed by a confusion of pheromones. Emotions swept across the man's face, his almond shaped eyes widening in awareness, before dropping closed as something else flickered, too swiftly for Euan to identify it. Then a soft flush coloured the young man’s cheeks, the overriding feeling becoming that of anger.
      Something niggled at the back of Euan's mind, his wolf growling for attention. He could see the other man staring in confusion as Euan turned away from him, his head tilting to one side, listening to something only he could hear.
      “Quick, on yer feet. Now!” The press of steel backed up Euan's urgent whisper and the young man struggled upright, Euan stepping back slightly to allow him to move.
      “Move. In front, quick as ye can. Dinnae think of running though; if I don't catch ye, the soldiers coming down the road surely will.”
      Euan watched as hazel eyes flickered back towards the road, then the taller man’s eyes widened in surprise as he finally picked up the faintest sounds of marching feet, the jingle of harness.
      “May I take my belongings?” he waved a hand at the bag he had been using as a pillow, the leather soft and worn with age.
      “Aye, leave no trace. Now, walk.” The point of Euan's dagger jabbed into his captive’s back and he moved forward, back into the trees, as indicated.

Unique New Release: My Brother's Lover by Lynn Kelling

New Release

Oh boy... it's the release of Lynn Kelling's latest work: My Brother's Lover, and, well -- you better hold onto your hats with this one (soon to be two), ladies and gents.  

Forbidden Fiction is celebrating two years of production in true style, going twin release with Ms. Kelling's new series: Twin Ties (one release this week, one next week on the 11th). I'm giving nothing away about the twins (okay, novels), other than the blurbs, excerpts (below), and possibly a huge grin at the offer of quadruple the heartache and sexed-up adrenaline that Kelling's novels are known for. I just hope you're up for one hell of a tale of tender loving, with a huge side order of lust.

As mentioned, it's a twin-fest production celebration by Forbidden Fiction, and My Brother's Lover has a sequel due out next week (11th February) called Twin Affairs. But first things first: this beauty:   

Title: My Brother's Lover 
Series: Twin Ties: Book 1

Genre:  Bisexual Contemporary Gay Erotica

Pairing: M/M, M/M/M, M/M/M/M

Sequel: Twin Affairs (pre-order here)

Buy Link: My Brother's Lover

Author Website: Lynn Kelling

Publisher: Forbidden Fiction

My Brother's Lover Blurb: 

Growing up gay in a small town with no mother, Evan Savage learned the hard way to cherish his secrets above all else. Now he's 18, not even his father can hurt him anymore. When his long-lost twin brother Brennan shows up out of nowhere looking for a new home, Evan's world, and his very identity, comes crashing down around him all over again. Brennan treats nothing as sacred in his search for a family connection after their mother's death.

Frustrated and reckless, anonymous sexual encounters are just the first step on a journey of self-discovery for both Evan and Brennan. The sweetness of first love with twin brothers Alek and Luka leads them find in each other things they never knew they had lost and lures them all into danger.

And for a sexy snippet:

Evan tiredly shuffled into the house with just enough sense left to know to try to be quiet. He’d started to fall out of practice with slipping inside late at night without being detected, not that Charlie ever went out of his way to give Evan a hard time about breaking rules. To get to his room, he had to walk past Brennan’s room first. The door to Brennan’s bedroom was mostly shut. Instead of going right by, tiptoeing around the squeaky boards, Evan pushed it open a few inches. Inside, he saw Brennan sprawled on his stomach across the big four poster bed wearing only a dark pair of low-slung boxer briefs. Instinct told Evan to indulge in enjoying the fascinatingly taboo sight of a near-naked body—whether it was a relative or not—overriding any moral responsibility to give Brennan his privacy. Evan tried to force himself to stop staring at the set of dimples denting Brennan’s lower back.
      I wanna lick those. Or maybe just fit my thumbs right in there to hold him and just—
      He broke the thought off right there. The dimples were right above the tight swell of what might have been the most perfect ass Evan had ever seen.
    Stop looking, you perv, it’s your brother. He’s your goddamned brother, and worse, he’s your twin brother. What the fuck’s wrong with you?
    But it was just looking after all. He wasn’t hurting anyone by lingering and making sure Brennan was all right, or so he told himself. For some reason it hit Evan how incredibly young Brennan seemed with his face soft and peaceful with sleep. It made Evan wonder if that was how people saw him, too.
     The word ‘Jailbait’ rang in his head, affecting him in a plethora of different ways. That’s not who I am, Evan thought. Or maybe he was just in denial. Most of the people in his life had no idea he was gay and he intended it to stay that way. But he couldn’t help but enjoy the way it made butterflies knock around in his stomach, remembering how it felt to have Alek call him Jailbait and treat him like someone unspeakably desirable. That wasn’t the first time he had let someone fuck around with him just because it seemed like fun at the time. It was the first time he really enjoyed it, though.

The heat doesn't stop as My Brother's Lover's sequel, Twin Affairs, is released on the 11th of February. Now, I'm one for cover art, and I love the theme that Twin Affairs continues to play with:

And sneaking a look at the blurb, we can understand why:

All Evan Savage wanted was a quiet night at the bar, waiting for his boyfriend to finish his shift; what he gets instead is a nightmare. Things were complex enough when his biggest problem was the tangled sex life he and his brother Brennan share with twin lovers Alek and Luka. When a selfless act ending in terrible violence lands Evan in the hospital, Brennan and Evan's father returns to loom over their lives, asking questions none of the four want to answer.

The young men’s relationships to each other begin to unravel as carefully drawn boundary lines are blurred and crossed. The four must question the nature of their commitments to each other, what they each want, and what to say to those relentlessly demanding the truth. When the most dangerous thing you can do is admit to who you love, and jealousy is a luxury you can no longer afford, brutal honesty is the only remaining key to salvation... or damnation.

And for a teasing excerpt:

The world was bright and sunlit when Brennan did wake. Thankfully, no tears came that morning. Dry-eyed, Brennan stared at the shifting clouds through the window’s sheer curtain; thinking of his mother, of Evan, and of the future.
  He was aware of Luka lying behind him. Gentle, skittering movements of fingers over Brennan’s body entranced him. They went along the side of his arm, just inside the cradle of his hips and down his thigh before dragging back up to do it all over again.
   “You have to work today.”
   “I do,” Luka agreed.
   “I have to get back to the hospital. Maybe they’ll release Evan soon. I can always drive him back home myself, when they do release him, but do you think Alek can be there to help me?”
    “Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem,” Luka assured him.
   “Good,” Brennan exhaled, rolling onto his back. His chest rose and fell with quickened breath, and his eyes were half-closed with something other than sleepiness. Spreading his legs when Luka shifted to lie on top of him, Brennan almost smiled. “Can I ask a favor before you go?”
   He raked his fingers back through Luka’s long, dark hair, brushing it back from his face, tucking it over Luka’s ears.
   “You want me to drop you off?”
   “Well, yeah, but….”
   “But what?”
   “But, I want you.” He swallowed a soft moan when Luka rocked in a slow drag against him. Brennan’s hips stuttered, rutting up into Luka, whose pelvis was pinning Brennan to the bed. Luka reached down and caressed Brennan’s hipbone, peeking out from under his low-slung briefs. “You were amazing, you know. Staying there at the hospital with me that whole time, making those calls for us, handling everything I couldn’t, and holding it all together when Alek and I were freaking out. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
   “You’re welcome,” Luka grinned softly, pressing a kiss to Brennan’s lips. “So, is this my reward? I get to ravage you for being the dutiful boyfriend?”
   “Fuck no,” Brennan scoffed, his head thrown back as Luka slipped lower to suck a mark on Brennan’s pulse point. Simultaneously pushing Brennan’s underwear down in front and tugging him free, Luka squeezed slowly, firmly, repeatedly up his shaft. “I just really need you in me right now. Like, right now.”
    I want to feel something else, besides fear.
  I’m sick of it. I want to feel good, feel something tangible, vital, and alive before I have to go back there and face my nightmare—the wreckage of someone else I love so much.
  Just because you love someone doesn’t mean you won’t lose them. I almost lost him, just like I lost Mom.
  But this was worse, there was no warning. No build up. No slow burn, just a call in the night that Evan was dying.
   Evan was dying.
  Please, Luka. Give me that. Make it last. Make me feel before the numbness sinks bone-deep and nothing can touch me, ever again.
   Some of this flickered in his scared, child-like, trusting gaze as he hid behind crude words. “You didn’t bring a cock ring, did you? Cause that’d be awesome if you did.”
   “Filthy slut,” Luka breathed, playing along, choosing passion over heartache.

If you can't wait until next week and you want to pre-prder this one, here are the details.

Title: Twin Affairs

Series: Twin Ties: Book 2

Genre:  Bisexual Contemporary Gay Erotica

Pairing: M/M, M/M/M, M/M/M/M

Sequel to: My Brother's Lover

Buy Link: Pre-order here

Author Website: Lynn Kelling
Publisher: Forbidden Fiction 

As with any erotic work: please read the content tags!! My Brother's Lover and Twin Affairs content tags are available on the Forbidden Fiction Publishing website.