November 30, 2014

Christmas Giveaway

Hey folks,

I'm participating in a Christmas Giveaway hosted by Bronwyn Heeley, which runs from December 1st to December 23rd (you can check out all the posts here: http// You have a chance to win several books, including a pdf copy of my eXtasy release "Unicorn Rescue". Check out the rafflecopter below!

I'm also running a giveaway here on my blog. The giveaway opens today and runs till December 10th. What can you win?

A paperback copy of "Secret Energy" and rainbow colored fingerless gloves, crocheted by me. :)

Let's say I had a lot of free time on my hands while I was sick and couldn't write. I made a lot of these fingerless gloves in different colors and sizes. :)

How can you enter the giveaway? Just leave a comment and tell me what's your favorite m/m book at the moment?

November 25, 2014

Coming Soon: Swordplay (A Jeff Woods Mystery)

Swordplay, the third and last book in my Jeff Woods Mystery series is now available for pre-order on Dreamspinner's website (release date: December 22nd). Since they're having a sale, you can get it for 25% off at the moment. :)

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After leaving his dream job as an Atlantic City detective, Jeff Woods has moved to Washington DC with his life partner Alex Fisher and Alex's disabled little brother Sean. Parker Trenkins, Jeff’s ex-partner on the force, has made the move as well, along with his significant other David. Jeff and Parker partner up once again, but in a new way, as owners of their own detective agency.
Life is difficult at the best of times. Sean loses sight in one of his eyes, a direct result of being pushed into the Atlantic by a homicidal maniac a year ago. In his struggle to deal with everything, a restless Alex enrolls in Tai Chi classes at a nearby school.
As it happens, a murder case Jeff and Parker take involves the head of that very Tai Chi School, Charles Cooper. Cooper is a suspect in the murder of a financial corporation official. He appears to have motive. Jeff and Parker's investigation arouses the real killer’s interest, and if they don't uncover his identity soon, it may be too late for them.

November 23, 2014

Julie Lynn Hayes: Family, Holidays, and Dirty Little Lies

Family, Holidays, and Dirty Little Lies

Holidays are a time for families to come together in many places around the world. But the definition of family has changed in this modern world we live in, and the nuclear family structure isn’t what it used to be. With people getting divorced and remarried, having children from the first and then the second family, genealogical trees have had to adapt, and they aren’t as linear any more. Add to that shifting family dynamics, and the increasing awareness that many so-called happy families are actually quite dysfunctional…. Well, holidays can be as much stressful as joyful.
Poet Robert Frost once said, “Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” Sadly, that isn’t always true, and neither is the reverse, as many GLBT young people have discovered when their own parents have disowned them and thrown them out of the family home. Fear of being outed and discarded like yesterday’s trash leads many young people to hide their natural sexual orientation, and sometimes denying who they really are.
In Dirty Little Lies, Levi Thornton is gay and closeted. His situation is exacerbated by the fact that his father is well-known televangelist, Marshall Thornton. To come out of the closet would mean giving up the lifestyle to which Levi has become accustomed. Not to mention, risking his father’s censure.
But sometimes the desire for revenge overrides the need to stay closeted. This Christmas is going to be one Marshall Thornton isn’t likely to forget anytime soon.
Thanks for having me on your blog, Chris!

Julie Lynn Hayes - Dirty Little Lies #978-1-61124-706-0

Levi Thornton is the closeted gay son of homophobic televangelist Marshall Thornton. So what’s the perfect gift for the father who never cared? Levi’s going to find a yummy young man on Christmas Eve, fuck him all night long and six ways to Sunday. And then he’s going to out himself on live national TV on Christmas Day in front of his father and God and everyone else.
The problem is he’s having no luck at finding that special someone to share this moment with. Just when he thinks his quest is hopeless, in breezes Darjeeling Crane, and it’s off to the family hideaway for a night of fun. This will be a Christmas to remember, if Levi has anything to say about it.

Levi rose, loosened his red houndstooth tie, plastered a beatific smile on his handsome face, and strode purposefully toward the blond, never taking his eyes from him. He dropped onto the empty stool beside him, swinging it to face him, their knees touching.
Merry Christmas,” the blond greeted him.
It will be,” Levi replied. “It certainly will be.” At that moment the counter girl laid down a menu, a glass of water, and tableware. “Take your time, honey,” she said, walking away before he could comment.
The stranger flipped the menu open. “Anything you recommend?”
Levi blindly jabbed a finger at the open page. “Yeah. Me,” he brazenly replied. “I can give you something a whole lot better than anything you’ll find here. And then I’ll feed you, too.”
That’s quite an offer, Mr…?” He looked at Levi, the question hanging from his pretty lips.
You can call me Levi. What should I call you, pretty thing?”
I like that, but you can call me Darjeeling.”
Auburn eyebrows arched in disbelief. “Like the tea?”
Levi leaned in, his lips brushing against the other man’s ear, his breath warm against his flesh. “I have a place where you and I can go, if you’re interested. Someplace a whole lot better than this ptomaine palace. And a hell of a lot more private. What do you say?” He ran his tongue along the outer shell of Darjeeling’s ear, felt his shiver.
What do I say?” He laid his hand on Levi’s arm, turned his head just enough that their lips were mere micro-centimeters apart. “I say how soon can we leave?”

Julie Lynn Hayes first began publishing short stories and poetry in the 1990’s, when it was a different ballgame altogether, and Ebooks hadn’t been dreamed of yet. That changed in 2010 with the acceptance of her first romance novel. She’s come a long way since that first book appeared, and is finding the journey a very educational one.

She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses. She often writes of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms, and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She likes to write in different genres, to stretch herself in order to see what is possible. Her great challenge is to be told something can’t be done; she feels compelled to do it.

When she isn’t writing, she enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stich, needlepoint and knitting, and she loves to cook, spending time watching the Food Network. Her favorite chef is Geoffrey Zakarian. Her family thinks she’s a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, eXtasy Books, Amber Quill Press, Torquere Press and Wayward ink.

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November 22, 2014

MA Church: Unbezahlbar (Priceless - German Translation)

Money may be able to buy many things, except true love. And true love is…

Hey everyone! I’ve very pleased to announce Dreamspinner has translated Priceless into German. The release date is November 25th. Priceless is a romance in which mortals, immortals, and the Greco-Roman god, Cupid himself, find hot sex, overwhelming passion, and, of course, love.

Funken sprühen, als Amor seinen Pfeil auf zwei Sterbliche in Las Vegas richtet: Randy Jones, ein ganz normaler junger Mann im Wochenendurlaub, schaut am Würfeltisch in Garretts Augen und es ist um ihn geschehen. All seinen Prinzipien zum Trotz lässt er sich auf ein leidenschaftliches, zweitägiges Abenteuer mit Garrett ein – und stellt erschüttert fest, dass er sich verliebt hat.

Der zynische Milliardär Garrett Shiffler hat alles, was man sich mit Geld kaufen kann. Da ihn andere Menschen vor allem als Geldquelle betrachten, hat er den Glauben an Unschuld und Liebe schon vor langer Zeit verloren. Doch als Randy verschwindet und ihn mit unerwarteten Gefühlen zurücklässt, nimmt er sich vor, Randy für sich zu gewinnen – und diesmal muss er mit seinem Herzen anstatt seinem Bankkonto kämpfen.

Währenddessen fragt sich Amor, was geschehen ist. Seine Pfeile verfehlen niemals ihr Ziel, es sei denn, das Schicksal selbst greift ein. Wenn Garrett Randy zurückgewinnen möchte, ist er auf sich allein gestellt, denn jetzt kann ihm selbst Amor nicht mehr helfen.

Blurb (in Enlish, lol):
Sparks ignite when Cupid takes aim at two mortals in Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an average guy on a company vacation, looks into Garrett’s eyes at a craps table and time stands still. Throwing aside everything he believes, Randy engages in a torrid two-night affair with Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s fallen in love.
Cynical billionaire Garrett Shiffler has everything money can buy, and most of his dates can’t see past the dollar signs. Life has taught him that innocence and love are figments of the imagination. But when Randy disappears, taking with him feelings Garrett thought he’d never know, Garrett wages the most important battle of his life to win Randy's love—but this time he fights with his heart, not his bank account.
Meanwhile, Cupid wonders what happened. His golden arrows never fail unless the Fates interfere. If Garrett wants to win Randy back, he’s going to have to do it on his own, because the Fates have other plans for Cupid.

M.A. Church
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.

Visit M.A. at her blog
Twitter @nomoretears00

November 17, 2014

Pride Promotions presents "Choosing Happy" by Aria Grace (Giveaway!)

Book Name: Choosing Happy
Author Name: Aria Grace

Author Bio:  
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California, Aria enjoys the year round sunshine and laid back environment of the west coast. She lives with her husband and two children on a quiet hill that gives her lots of time to read and write. Her first series was a semi-traditional look at sexy gigs found online. She has now ventured into the exciting M/M world of gay erotica. She loves to hear from readers so please feel free to drop her a note or visit her at

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Publisher: Surrendered Press
Cover Artist: Sexy Men Pix

Book 3 of the More Than Friends Series. Can be read in sequence or as a standalone.  (Book #1 is free)

Steve is living in Portland with many regrets. He has alienated the people he cares most about by making bad choices that continue to haunt him. When he meets a kid that's in a bad relationship and needs some help, Steve reluctantly offers it, knowing it's his chance to redeem himself. What he doesn't expect is to find happiness. It's there, all he has to do it choose to accept it. 

For mature readers.

Categories: Contemporary, Gay fiction, M/M Romance

He’s very obviously taken, and the only signs I’ve seen that he wants for anything is that deep whiff he takes of the sugar laced air every time he passes my window. I don’t know why they don’t stop more often if the kid wants a damn waffle but it’s not my business.
So, like a ship in the night, my little duck passes by, inhaling deeply as he goes. My ego tries to convince me he’s added a glance my way but I know I’m projecting. I want him to look at me and see beyond my tattoos and practically shaved head. To see beyond the scars and the flaws, both physical and emotional. The remnants of my time on the streets when I would pick a fight if someone looked at me sideways. It took me a while to figure out it wasn’t worth it.
These days, I mind my business, literally and figuratively, and don’t get involved in other peoples’ problems. Last time I tried to help out a friend, it almost destroyed the best thing that ever happened to him.
Zach, my ex-turned-good-friend wanted to do something special for his boyfriend. He mentioned a video of a group scene that his boyfriend liked and I coerced them into a three-way that neither of them were ready for. I’m not sure Zach will ever forgive me even though they managed to move past it.
So I wait to see little duck every day, and now that I have, I can lock up.

Pages: 36,000 words

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November 11, 2014

Pride Promotions presents: Protector of the Alpha by Parker Williams

Book Name: Protector of the Alpha: Shifting Needs Book 1
Author Name: Parker Williams

Author Bio:
Parker Williams believes that true love exists, but it always comes with a price. No happily ever after can ever be had without work, sweat, and tears that comes with melding lives together.
Living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Parker held his job for nearly 28 years before he decided to retire and try new things. He enjoys his new life as a stay-at-home author and also working on Pride-Promotions, an LGBT author promotion service.

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Twitter: @ParkerWAuthor
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Publisher: Self-published
Cover Artist: Laura Harner

Adopted at an early age by a wealthy family, Jake Davis’s life appears easy. Even in college, he is blessed with good grades and an apparently clear path to a pro football career. Good thing his best friend keeps hanging around to keep his head from getting too swollen.
 Zakiya Incekara has always been...odd. Being fluent in six languages and having a flair for international cooking should open the world to him, but those skills leave him isolated.
When Jake sees Zak for the first time, with water beading down his slender form, something inside him shifts, and it hungers for Zak. To have him. To claim him. And Jake knows that whatever it is, it won’t be denied.

Categories: Contemporary, Fantasy, Fiction, Gay Fiction, New Adult, Paranormal

Jake's hand was rough, his skin dry. Zak loved how his fingers gripped tightly, but not so much that it hurt. Jake said nothing as they walked along the streets of the campus. There were few people around, but Zak did not care if everyone was watching them. He was confused as to his attraction to Jake, but it was something he could not deny.
The soft jazz music poured from the door of the pub when Jake pulled it open. Jake's hand on his lower back urged him inside. Zak sniffed appreciatively at the scent of Cajun spices, no doubt from the blackened catfish special. His stomach protested, and he heard Jake snicker, but he could not seem to raise the ire he should. Jake escorted him to a booth and allowed Zak to sit back against the brushed leather.
Two dinner specials coming up,” Jake said brightly.
Zak gazed at Jake's hulking form as it moved away, marveling at the sinewy grace as he dodged patrons and servers. It was odd. He had never met anyone like Jake. He doubted there was anyone like Jake. He felt comfortable in his presence. Jake’s size did not intimidate him. In fact, that made him all the sexier. But his eyes were what made Zak melt into a puddle of goo. The way they twinkled in the dimmest of light. When Jake so much as glanced at him, Zak felt he was the sole thing Jake saw.
Jake turned from the bar, and Zak watched as the bright smile turn into a sneer. He dropped the tray, the catfish crashing to the floor, before he stalked to where Zak sat. Jake grabbed a man, probably about forty, by his throat and pushed him against the wall.
You don't so much as breathe near him,” Jake snarled.
The man looked cool as he smiled and croaked out. “You are everything I had heard you would be, and more, my lord.”

Pages: 237 pages

Tour Dates: November 11, 2014

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November 10, 2014

Katherine Halle: Fixing the Hole

Hi everyone! *waves*
First, I would like to thank Chris for hosting me today! My first novella through Dreamspinner came out this week, it's entitled, Fixing the Hole. I'm really excited both because it's a novella and it's with Dreamspinner.
It's funny, for such a shortish story, it has spanned two continents and two years. I wrote the first draft of this story when we were stationed in Germany. I didn't have a very exciting view. I wrote at my computer desk in government housing, I literally had our television, a picture of a lighthouse, and a cement wall to look at. If I looked outside, I would see government buildings and more boring cement block housing.
As the story grew and changed, so did my view. We are now living back stateside in Virginia and our house overlooks the water. There's a bit of a marsh to the one side of our house, so I have a gorgeous view of water and marshlands with all sorts of wildlife.
I wonder if I had originally started the story here if the setting might not have changed. If I might not have set the house by the water instead of in the middle of suburbia. I'll never know of course but it's interesting to think about.
It's funny how our experiences and our habitats influence our writing. They say write what you know but eventually you need to expand on that, write outside your comfort zone and write things you don't know. I knew nothing about tree removal or home repair (outside of what we've had done on our own house) so I had to research. Which, I'll be quite honest, is not my favorite thing to do. Ironic considering my background is in biochemistry, so go figure.
Fortunately, I have a pre-reader that is REALLY good at researching AND likes to do it. I basically just had to read the links she provided me with (yes, I'm terribly spoiled by her!). It also helped that while I was revising and editing, it was summertime and we had numerous summer storms and trees were down all over the place. I had actual hands on research – just by looking out my window!
That's definitely the kind of research I like – very easy on the eyes ;p
Here's a question for all the readers out there and hey even the authors can chime in on this. When you read something, do you get caught up in the minutiae of everyday things like tree removal? Or the process of closing a sale on a house, or whether the nurse or physician in the story did the procedure right? Or do you just gloss over that stuff unless it's glaring?
For me, it depends. Some stuff, I just gloss right over and others stick out to me like a sore thumb. So I'd like to hear from all of you: What sticks out and what can you overlook?
Thanks for hanging with me today and thanks again to Chris for hosting me!

Heavy rains and strong winds slammed an uprooted tree through Steve Crowell’s roof, leaving a gaping hole to match the one in his heart. After his ex left him for a younger man, Steve’s not sure he’s ready to handle another disaster. His best friend highly recommended the contractor, but the man’s already late, and when he shows up with his music thumping, Steve isn’t impressed—until Riley steps out of his pickup truck. Personable, gorgeous Riley talks a mile a minute, which Steve finds both ridiculously endearing and terrifying. Piecing together a heart isn’t as easy as fixing a roof, but Riley might just be the right man for the job.
I was just about to look at my watch again when I heard a pickup truck come rattling up the driveway, loud pop music blaring from the open window.
Silence reigned when the engine cut off. I watched as a wiry young man opened the door and stepped out. I looked him over and took in the muscular legs shaped by a tight pair of jeans. My gaze roved over muscles barely contained by a fitted, army green Henley, finally landing on bright green eyes set in a young face under a military-style buzz cut of brown hair.
"Hi." The young man strode forward, his hand outstretched. "I'm Riley Jones and you must be Steven Crowell. Sorry for being late. My dad tried to convince me to make him eggs and bacon instead of the oatmeal he should be eating for his heart, and he wouldn't let up until I promised to make him a big breakfast this weekend."
Confused by this outpouring of information, I found myself stupidly saying, "Breakfast?"
"Yeah, my mom died when I was in junior high, so it's been the two of us for so long that I just never moved out. I mean, I was gone during college, but then I came back, started my contracting business and it was just cheaper to live with him than get my own place. Then he had some heart trouble and if I don't make him eat right, he'll just eat burgers and fries or those god-awful frozen dinners all the time. And wow, sorry, I just keep talking, don't I? Why don't you show me what you need done, Mr. Crowell?"

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Katherine Halle is known as the “Queen of Happy Endings.” She firmly believes that no matter what the obstacles, what the struggles, or how much angst is involved in the journey, that the ending should always be a happy one.
Katherine’s love of the written word started at a very early age with repeated demands of “read to me” to any who would listen. It was only natural that writing would follow. As a child, she could often be found daydreaming, thinking up fanciful stories and writing them down. Now she does it on a laptop. Much faster.
Katherine’s favorite animal is her dog. She likes books, movies, and quirky television shows, such as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Hart of Dixie. She loves cooking and watching cooking shows. She has lived in both Europe and the United States and loved both. When she’s not writing or plotting, Katherine enjoys spending her time listening to music, reading books written by other people, and being with her family.
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November 07, 2014

New contract signed!

Yesterday I received a contract from Dreamspinner Press for my contemporary novella Despite the Odds.

This story means a lot to me and therefore I'm very happy that DsP accepted my submission. The projected release date is June / July 2015. For those interested, here's the suggested blurb:

Never judge a book by its cover...

Michael Campbell can’t seem to hold a job for more than a few days. He’s lucky his foreman is giving him another chance with the solar panel job at a primary school in Atlantic City. When he spies a man walking strangely in front of the school, Michael laughs, assuming he’s drunk or high. Little does he realize that Joshua Stone, a teaching assistant at the school, has cerebral palsy, and he’s having a bad muscle control day. Taking a tumble right in front of the handsome construction worker is just the icing on the cake.
When Michael learns the truth, he feels badly for his cruel behavior. He offers to give Joshua—and his tricycle, the Racing Rhonda—a lift. Joshua accepts the help, and suddenly there’s a gorgeous man breezing into his life, turning his world upside down.
But Michael has issues of his own, and neither man is sure if they’ll be able to overcome their fears in order to be together.

November 06, 2014

Jay Vaughn: The Valjevo Encounter

I’m very excited to be here, promoting The Valjevo Encounter, which was published on Halloween. It’s a male/male vampire romance novel in which the vampire is truly evil, the intended victim is young, sweet and (mostly) innocent, and the hero is larger-than-life.
Late one night, in a dark alley, “Tigger” is attacked by a vampire. Luckily, the vampire, Valjevo, is himself being hunted by Guy Salluci, who charges into the alley and drops him with a special dart gun. Guy whisks Tigger away to safety, leaving Valjevo behind to recover and hunt another day.
Guy is a vampire hunter who works for a clandestine organization called EERIE—Encounters with Evil: Research, Investigations, and Exterminations. He is Tigger’s dream-man-come-to-life. He’s 6’3” of testosterone-laden muscle, with broad shoulders, rock-hard abs, chiseled jaw, five o’clock shadow, and a mysterious eye patch. He rides a Harley, carries weapons, wears black leather, and is generally a badass. He’s also smart and sensitive and seems to know things that he should have no way of knowing.
In spite of his imposing, alpha-male disposition, Guy turns out to be surprisingly gentle when he treats the injuries Tigger sustained in his encounter with Valjevo. Tigger, a young, beautiful, and impressionable college student, with a penchant for nerdiness, is instantly smitten.
Guy is also attracted to Tigger in a way he has never been attracted to anyone before. Of course, he thinks Tigger is lovely, smart, and sweet, but there is also something deeply instinctual about his attraction. Tigger smells divine and Guy is instantly addicted. He struggles against his desire for the young man, thinking Tigger deserves someone who is more stable and normal than he is.
Circumstances throw them together in a protective custody situation and things heat up, although not nearly as quickly as Tigger would like. Meanwhile, Valjevo has fixated on Tigger and is hunting him.
I won’t give away the rest of the plot, although I will let on that it has a happy ending. I think it’s unlikely that I’ll ever write anything that doesn’t end on a positive note.
It’s a vampire novel, which I think is pretty funny because I generally don’t like vampire novels. I have no idea what possessed me to write one.
Well, actually, it started out as a short story. Some publishing company had a call out for stories where one of the MCs was a “macho man.” It was supposed to be 4000 words. I started writing and hit 4000 words before the macho man even made an appearance. I guess short stories are not my forte.
In the original story, Tigger’s attacker was simply a thug with a knife and Guy put him down in hand-to-hand combat. I showed it to one of my beta readers, and she suggested I take it paranormal. I’m glad I did. It’s fun to write about supernatural beings.
I wasn’t sure how to follow The Rough Boys trilogy—it was such an epic story with many emotional highs and lows. I wanted to write something shorter and less dark. The Valjevo Encounter is certainly shorter, although not as short as I expected. And I wouldn’t classify as “light” either, but it doesn’t deal with as many serious themes as Rough Boys. The Valjevo Encounter is somewhat tongue-in-cheek—I didn’t take myself too seriously while I was writing it. I hope it comes across that way rather than simply seeming cheesy.
I had a lot of fun writing the Valjevo Encounter, and although it’s a stand-alone novel, there are a few questions, mainly about Guy’s past, that go unanswered, so I left the door wide open for a sequel. I thought I’d gauge reader reaction to this first one before I start on the next. Meanwhile I’ve been working on a dystopia novel, which is also proving to be a lot of fun to write.


I’ll give an eBook copy of The Valjevo Encounter to the first commenter who can tell me the first name of Kaeden’s love interest in The Rough Boys trilogy.
And if you can tell me his last name as well, I’ll send you the entire Rough Boy’s trilogy, or a copy of The Valjevo Encounter, whichever you prefer.

Book Blurb
When an imposing man dressed in black leather, riding a Harley, and sporting a mysterious eye patch charges into an alley and saves college senior Melvin “Tigger” Jacobsen from a creature with soulless, solid black eyes and glistening fangs, sparks begin to fly. Too bad they may not live long enough to explore their irresistible attraction.
Guy Salluci is a vampire hunter who works for a highly covert organization called EERIE. He is Mel’s dream man come-to-life. His bulging muscles and stern countenance are a sharp contrast to the gentle care he gives the injured Mel.
Until now Mel’s biggest challenge was finding a studly boyfriend who will put up with his terminal geekiness. When he finds himself on the run from the vampire, Valjevo, who has targeted him for his next meal, Guy puts him into protective custody at his hidden Mercer Island residence. Mel finds himself falling head-over-heels for the enigmatic vampire hunter—a man torn between his ravenous desires and the horrors of his twisted past. But is Guy even capable of returning Mel’s affection?
When Valjevo hunts Mel down, intent on torture, mayhem, and satisfying his vampire lust, Mel’s only hope is to be rescued by Guy. But the vampire hunter turns out to be not entirely human and unexpectedly vulnerable.
Publisher’s note: Contains scenes of graphic violence, male/male sex, brief non-con, and mild BDSM.


Excerpt from The Valjevo Encounter
Streetlights and neon signs glowed brightly, chasing away the darkness as if trying to refute the after-midnight hour. People spilled out bar doorways and milled up and down the street, laughing and boisterous.
Melvin “Tigger” Jacobsen wove back and forth on the sidewalk, trying to avoid running into other Friday night revelers. It was a long walk home from Pioneer Square—two or three miles, he guessed. He hoped the walk would sober him up some.
A stiff breeze blew off of Elliot Bay, making the air smell briny. It had been a warm day, but even in June, Seattle nights were chilly. Tigger shivered and crossed his bare arms, almost immediately uncrossing them so he could use them for balance.
Getting drunk had seemed like a good idea a few hours earlier. Now he wondered what he’d been thinking.
I’m over Harold—I’ve been over Harold for a long time. So why am I such a drunken slob tonight?
Harold was his high school crush and the only boyfriend he’d ever had. They had gotten together during their freshman year of college, but the long-distance relationship had only lasted a few months. He had been heartbroken when Harold had left him for the girl who was tutoring him in math. That was more than two years ago. Harold was still dating Becky and Tigger was finally over his hurt and anger.
Aren’t I?
Tigger was brought out of his musings by a horn blaring. Suddenly his booze-soaked brain remembered that he’d left Jon behind at the bar. He had spent some time looking for his friend, but had finally left without him to escape the unwanted attention of another drunk patron.
He will just have to get by without me for the rest of the evening. He paused on a street corner and pulled out his phone. Struggling to focus, he didn’t even try to compose a text message. Instead he pulled up his favorites list and, after a few moments of squinting to make the letters quit dancing, he managed to press the button for Jon. He started walking again as he listened to it ring. When it went to voicemail, he hung up. He’d try again in a little while.
The crowds thinned as Tigger left the Pioneer Square area and soon the Seattle streets seemed deserted. Shadows loomed, darkening alleyways and shop entrances, making it difficult to discern depth and detail. Tigger stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk, barely catching himself before he went down.
How many drinks did I have?
Too many.
He’d been drinking something pink and sweet that had come adorned with a little, bright plastic jungle animal hanging off of the rim. He still had a green tiger and a neon orange monkey in his pocket.
Drowning your loneliness in alcohol is never a good idea, no matter how cute the drinks, his inner voice scolded him.
Ignoring the voice, because it really wasn’t helping any, his mind went back to the question he’d been obsessing over for the past year: Why can’t I find a boyfriend?
Maybe because no one wants a skinny virgin, the cynical voice in his head suggested.
Tigger was shy, but there were plenty of guys who liked to flirt with him. He even dated sometimes, but nothing ever lasted beyond a third date. It’s me. I’m too picky, he thought.
Something was always missing. Finding a guy who made his dick hard was not a problem—actually it was usually too much of a problem. But finding someone who made his heart flutter? That rarely happened. When it did, the guy was never interested in anything more than a quick fuck. Tigger refused to settle for that—not for his first time. He and Harold had fooled around plenty, but they had never “gone all the way.”
Am I the only guy in the world who wants a relationship, or am I just attracted to the wrong kind of guys? He’d asked himself those questions before, too, and had decided that the answer to both was yes. Most guys his age did not want to be tied down, and the type of guy he was attracted to—big, muscular, dominant, and imposing—that type of guy, in particular, was not interested in a relationship.
Tigger turned a corner and started the long walk up a steep hill, away from the waterfront. A few minutes later, his stomach rebelled. When he realized he was going to lose his dinner to the street, he dodged into the nearest alley. Shadows deepened as he made his way past the first dumpster on unsteady feet. The scent of rotting vegetation and decaying flesh assailed his senses, making the need to expel the contents of his stomach urgent. He put his hands against the nearest brick wall, leaned over, and emptied his guts onto the cobblestones.
Why, oh why, did I drink so much? He felt like the worst kind of low-life, dead drunk and barfing his guts out in an alley.
When his stomach settled, his head felt clearer. He spat repeatedly, wishing he had some water. Finally he gathered himself together and headed back toward the street. That’s when he heard quick footsteps behind him. He spun around and was hit with a wave of vertigo. Stumbling backwards, he wind-milled his arms to keep from going down.
He didn’t fall. Instead, frigid hands grabbed him as if he weighed nothing and flung him against the wall of the building behind him. His head slammed into the brick and his world dimmed for a moment.
A tall figure dressed all in black crowded him, boxing him in. He looked up, struggling to focus through the blinding pain. He found himself staring into a pair of eyes that were bottomless pits of utter darkness. There were no irises, only blackness.
This can’t be real. No one has eyes like that!
His chest tightened as terror gripped him, spreading through his body in a flash, tensing every muscle down to his toes. He felt like he had turned to stone, except his heart was slamming painfully into his rib cage, no doubt trying to get out so it could flee.
The angular face, so close to his, was unnaturally pale, framed with straight, black, shoulder-length hair. A sharp, acrid smell permeated the air. He felt his eyes widen in a completely useless defense mechanism.
Instinctively he put his hands up to push the apparition away. I must be hallucinating. I wonder if someone slipped a roofie into my drink.
The creature—he couldn’t possibly be a man—grabbed his wrists with icy hands and yanked them over his head, forcing them against the rough wall. He heard himself whimper softly. The being’s hands were so cold they caused a chill to spread from his arms into his core. His body began to shake uncontrollably.
The apparition’s thin lips curled into a cruel smile as the unfathomable eyes shifted downward. Tigger could feel his gaze travel slowly down his body as surely as if the creature had been caressing him with his eyes, undressing him. The hairs on the back of his neck and his arms stood on end, giving him the sensation of tiny bugs crawling over his skin.
This can’t be happening.
He then heard a snick and saw a switchblade his attacker’s hand, the bright steel reflecting the distant street light.
Oh, god, this is it! He’s going to kill me now.
He felt the cool blade against his cheek and he had to clamp down hard to stop himself from wetting his pants. Some distant part of his mind told him that it didn’t matter—he wouldn’t be embarrassed after he was dead.
“Such a pretty face.” The man’s voice sounded like rustling leaves. He had an accent that Tigger had never heard. He slid the blade down the side of Tigger’s face, not cutting him, he was pretty sure; there was no pain. The knife slithered slowly down to his throat, to rest against his jugular.
“It would be so easy,” the creature rasped, sliding the blade lightly across Tigger’s neck. Tigger was so frozen with terror he hadn’t taken a full breath for what seemed like minutes. Now he hoped he would pass out from lack of oxygen and save himself from having to witness his own death.
“But I have other plans for you … yes,” the fiend rasped. “No easy death for you, my friend.”
Tigger whimpered again and it sounded pitiful, even to himself.
“Let’s see what that tiny body looks like.” The knife was suddenly no longer at his throat. Tigger took in a huge gasp of air and let it out in another whimper as the creature sliced the front of Tigger’s jeans and briefs wide open in a quick, long swipe that continued down one pant leg to his knee. Tigger felt the cool night air rush over his genitals.
“Well, look at that,” the creature said. Moving the cold blade under Tigger’s balls, he used the flat of it to lift them up and bounce them gently a few times.
A fresh wave of terror exploded within Tigger and the world began to fade out around him. All his muscles, which had been fully tense, suddenly went limp. He would have fallen if the creature hadn’t still had his hands pinned against the wall over his head. He heard himself moan softly as he sagged. Unfortunately he didn’t actually pass out and his head started to clear immediately. He wanted to close his eyes and pray, but some fierce part deep inside of him insisted that he pay attention so he wouldn’t miss a chance to escape.
There won’t be an escape, his cynical mental voice told him. There is no way you can get away from a demon. He wasn’t sure what the creature was, but Tigger was positive he wasn’t a flesh-and-blood man.
The demon had finished playing with his balls and moved the knife back to the top of his chest. Catching the edge of his tight T-shirt with the blade, he sliced slowly downward, the fabric falling open as he went. Tigger felt the sting of the knife biting into his bare skin. Looking down, he watched in horror as the monster sliced a shallow gash from his collarbone to his navel. Blood began to bead up in it.
The sight of the blood caused something inside Tigger to shriek with terror. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He felt as if he were in a nightmare where he couldn’t scream or run. This can’t be real. Demons aren’t real. I must be dreaming. But the cut on his chest began to burn with an intensity that belied illusion. It felt all too real.
The creature’s nostrils flared and his bottomless eyes began to glow with a faint amber light. He leaned over, stuck out a thin tongue, and licked the blood off Tigger’s chest in a long, slow swipe, letting out a low noise as if he was savoring something delicious.
Tigger shuddered with horror at the demon’s touch. The monster’s tongue was as frigid as his hands, and the noise that he made shattered something deep inside Tigger—possibly his sanity. The scream that had been trapped within Tigger came out then, long and loud.
The creature began to laugh, a cruel, chilling sound. But what plundered the last vestiges of Tigger’s wit was the glimpse of the fangs he saw in the demon’s mouth. His canines were long and sharp, and they glinted even in the meager light.
Vampire! His brain identified the creature, but his reason had already fled and he couldn’t process what that meant.
Something in the vampire’s face changed in that instant. He dropped Tigger’s hands and spun around. At the same time, Tigger heard a low whistling sound that ended in a quiet thwack. The vampire’s tall, thin body went rigid, and a heartbeat later all of the tension evaporated from it as he collapsed, falling to the ground as if he were suddenly boneless.
Tigger found himself sitting on the cobblestones, his back to the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest, and his arms wrapped defensively around them. He didn’t remember his legs giving out on him. He was shivering violently.
The sense of relief that enveloped him like a warm river was arrested in mid-flow as a huge shadow materialized out of the darkness, moving toward him at a rate that was too fast to be humanly possible. 


Author Bio
Jay Vaughn lives in sunny Seattle, a clean, progressive city that is way too expensive for a writer’s income. Therefore, Jay holds down a full-time, computer-industry day job, but writing is her passion. It’s a hobby-gone-wild, so much so that her teenage kids accuse her of being an addict.
Jay carries her laptop everywhere and can often be seen combining other favorite activities with writing. For example, you can find Jay sitting at a small table in the back of the gay bar around the corner from her house, drinking wine and writing. Or waking up early while camping, dragging out the laptop, and writing. Or writing in the truck on the way to and from concerts, ski-trips, visits to relatives ... wherever.
Jay’s favorite genres are sci-fi, fantasy, and M/M erotic romance. She discovered M/M quite by accident when she was writing a traditional fantasy novel, and one of her characters ended up in an all-male prison for a bit too long. Whoops!
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