Handmade Bookmarks, Sinful Hot Picks, and SoM Merchandise

I had these gorgeous handmade bookmarks sent to me from a huge fan of the Don't... series (thank you again, Sue! They're gorgoeus). Bloody lovely how Jack gets a spanner, Jan a rose, Gray some handcuffs, and me... I get the flogger (I swear it's the only one I own!!!!). *huge grin*

AUGUST HOT PICKS

Along with with this gorgeous gift, Macky from over at Sinfully Sexy Book reviews picked Breakdown for August Hot Pick! There's some other smshing authors in the Hot Pick, and a giveaway, if you're interested!!!

Society of Masters Merchandise

And on top of all that... there's some SoM T-shirts and stickers now available!!! It's soooo strange to see our concepts and creations getting out there in the wild like this... And if you do venture to buy aything -- pictures please!!!! :)

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.

Breackdown Release Date and Pre-order

I've just got word that a date for Breakdown (Don't... book 3) has been released: 19th of August. And pre-order is now available. (ARCs are also going out today to reviewers! So... *bites fingernails and toes*.)

This novel sees my part of the Society of Masters, with the lovely Lynn Kelling, come more into play, with a cameo appearance from the delicious Trace.

For those slightly curious, here's the pre-order link:

Forbidden Fition: Breakdown: Pre-order. 

 

Sinfully Sexy May Hot Picks: Don't... & Antidote

May Hot Picks

The gorgeous ladies and gent over at Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews have very kindly chosen Don't... and Antidote as  May Hot Picks, and my novels are there, sittig among some very excellent authors and novels (so huge humbled blushes).

This is just a huge thanks to Monique, Macky, Mark, and Tina over at Sinfully Sexy!

Thank you!!! (Hope you don't my borrowing of your picture!)

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.

Antidote Release Date

Antidote has been given a release date for May 13th 2014.

For those of you who would like to know, there's a 'Coming Soon' page on the publisher's website, Forbidden Fiction, so if there are any possibe changes to this date, any change will be noted there.

Antidote is the sequel to Don't..., and it is also a minor part in  the Society of Masters project with Lynn Kelling. Lynn Kelling's Forgive Us is the main novel in the SoM project.

Tiltle: Antidote
Genre: M/M BDSM Dark Thriller
Length: Novel
Formats: Print/ebook

Antidote Blurb:

Video footage of Jack Harrison sleeping with Cutter, a man who has mutilated teenagers, should have stayed dead and buried with the man who had filmed it. Yet when footage to Jack’s past starts appearing on Internet porn sites, Jack’s whole world is again turned on its head. At first the porn links are done to unsettle, to disrupt Jack’s fire and ice world: all the sexed-up adrenaline of being caught between the pleasure to Gray Raoul's BDSM kink, and the gentleness of Jan Richards’ vanilla touch. But when the content of the porn sites force even Gray to turn his back on Jack, leaving Jack isolated and away from the full protection of the Master’s Circle, Jack is left at the mercy of a group of men who are out to alter Jack’s whole perception on his BDSM lifestyle.

As brutally as possible, Jack’s sex life is now live webcam feed for a whole new audience