The Tour continues–check out the latest blog stops for Fraud Twice Felt

It’s Wednesday, and I’ve got more links to share from the blog tour for my gay paranormal romantic suspense novel, Fraud Twice Felt (Book 2 of the Oddities Series). Again, remember to comment on any of the blog tour stops for a chance to win a $20 Riptide gift card and a free ebook of mine!

Tuesday’s stops:

May 30:

LoveBytes Reviews: Love Letters Between the Characters (Guest Post)

Unquietly Me (Excerpt)

On Top Down Under

MMGoodBookReviews: 5 Fun Facts about the book (Guest Post)

May 31:

The Novel Approach Reviews: The Making of a Great Villain (Guest Post)

Erotica For All

The Day Before You Came

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Enjoy all the extras, and I hope you enjoy the book! Also, TODAY is the LAST day that you can buy Book 1 of the Oddities series, Murder Once Seen for ONLY 99 CENTS!  Get it on Riptide.

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New Release! Deena Part Eight

It’s FINALLY here!  Today is the release day for the eighth part in the BDSM serial romance, Deena and the Professor, The Act of Splashing. The series follows the sexual adventures of college student Deena Hancock under the tutelage of her gorgeous Psychology professor, Alex Sturm. She’s down to the last two fantasies on her list:  bukkake and gangbang. And the invitations for Alex’s friends have gone out.

Just one problem–Deena doesn’t merely want to be Professor Sturm’s sex student. With such a firm but fair Master, it’s easy to see why she’s fallen in love with him. The question is, can she convince him to keep her as his submissive . . . permanently?

This is a Kindle Unlimited title, or otherwise only 99 cents!

Buy it now on Amazon!

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Blurb:

PART EIGHT: The Act of Splashing

How many loads can Deena swallow in a night? She really wants to know.

It’s almost the end of classes, and Deena knows she has to act fast to convince her Psychology professor, Alex Sturm, that she’s the girl for him. He’s been marking off each item on her list of SEXUAL FANTASIES, teaching her how to SUBMIT, and showing her what it might be like to serve him as his girl. But he keeps insisting that he’s only introducing her to her own sexuality. Once her list is done, she fears he’ll walk away.

The last two items on her list are the hottest, and Professor Sturm has promised Deena they’ll both take place over the course of a weekend, when he’ll invite several of his friends over to his luxurious house.

The first fantasy? Deena craves to know what it would be like to be BATHED IN HOT LOVE JUICES as she orally services each man. But how can she indulge in all her slutty desires and still follow her heart? She just has to find a way to show the professor that all this isn’t just sex. She wants to be his girl forever.

(Part Eight of a ten part series; each part will be published monthly. Parts One through Five have been bundled, and then Parts Six through Ten will be bundled as well. Notice for BDSM, oral, and multiple partners.)

 

Excerpt:

Almost reverently, he ran his finger along the leather of the leash. Then he took it out, letting the box drop to the floor. He brought the gift up to his nose and took a deep breath. There was something in his eyes she’d never seen before. Something hungry.

“Deena…” he breathed. The smile he gave her was pure joy.

She’d started to worry when he’d gotten so serious all of a sudden. Swallowing, she rubbed her hands on her thighs, still kneeling for him. Her muscles had started to burn. “Do you like it?” Had she gone too far? Was this like buying the guy an engagement ring?

He stared at her throat, caressing the leash. “You don’t have anything to attach this to.”

Her cheeks grew hotter. Deena looked down, too nervous to see the expression in her professor’s face. “No, Sir.” She wanted to ask him the question, about whether he’d consider keeping her on as his submissive, or a part time play thing, or whatever. But she couldn’t make the words come. Staring at the floor, she waited, her heart pounding.

The silence stretched between them. Maybe I shouldn’t have given him that. Maybe I should have picked something having to do with sex rather than submission. A vibrator, maybe? But he already has lots of those. He had another leash too. But she’d wanted to give him a hint.

Deena opened her mouth to apologize. The professor cupped her chin and gently lifted her face. His eyes looked bright…even moist.

He smiled. “It’s a lovely gift. Let me grab one of my play collars for you to wear tonight. Seeing you collared and leashed with bring me even greater pleasure than simply having you naked.”

That was good, right? And yet it wasn’t a declaration of love. It also wasn’t a promise or even a hint that there would be anything between them after this evening. Deena swallowed hard, nodding. At least I’ll get to wear his collar one last time. Her heart ached at the thought of having to leave. Of not seeing Alex Sturm like this again.

The professor left again, and Deena’s heart thudded in anticipation as he went upstairs, and then returned, collar in hand. It was the same one she had worn when he took her to the BDSM club, a simple leather collar with a D ring. He bent to slip it on her, his fingers trailing over her throat. Deena shivered in delight as he buckled it. It was snug enough that she could feel it with every swallow, but not so tight that it would interfere with anything.

Once that was done, he clipped the leash to the collar, and gave a light tug on it. “Come into the living room. My guests should be arriving soon.” He walked, and Deena crawled, wincing at the hard tile floor of the foyer on her knees, even if she was wearing leggings. Once they reached the plush carpet of the living room it was better. He led her to a spot next to his recliner, then released hold of the leash. “This is where I want you. Go ahead and use the bathroom, and undress, but hurry. I want you back here and kneeling when the doorbell starts ringing.”

Deena hurried to do so, and returned to her spot just before the doorbell rang again. In one way it was even more frightening, kneeling naked as she waited for the professor to greet one of his male friends, wondering what the guy would think of seeing her like this. Yet on the other hand she felt safer now, more comfortable. With the collar and the leash, it was clear that she belonged to Professor Sturm, at least at the moment. She wouldn’t be required to make silly chit chat and have to pretend that she was a normal girl.

I’m Sir’s slut. And that’s just what I want to be.

From the foyer, Sir invited someone named Marcus inside, and they joked about playing tennis together. I didn’t even know that he played tennis. Marcus had a deep voice, and when they entered the room, a little thrill went through Deena. Apparently Marcus was tall, muscular, and black.

The professor seems to know a diverse crowd. As Marcus’s eyes fell on her, Deena couldn’t help smiling. And blushing. He was handsome, and the sheer size of him was making her pussy wet. Is he big like that all over?

He smiled back, then turned to the professor. “She’s gorgeous. And young. Are you sure she’s up for everything you have planned?” Facing Deena, he said, “Hi. I’m Marcus Waters.”

Professor Sturm crossed to sit in his recliner next to Deena, leaving Marcus to make his way to the sofa. “Oh she’s ready. Aren’t you, Deena? Marcus is a physical trainer now, but he used to play football.”

Deena swallowed. That made sense. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready. Nice to meet you, Marcus.” Questions burned in her mind—was Marcus also a member of the professor’s BDSM club? Was he dominant? Or was he more like Stephen and simply into group sex?

Before Marcus could say anything, the doorbell rang again. Professor Sturm chuckled and stood. “I might as way stay up until everyone has arrived.” With that, he went to answer the door.

Marcus chuckled as well. “Do you know how many are coming?” His question was directed at Deena.

She shrugged, and then gave in to her curiosity. “Have you done…something like this before? With several guys and a girl?” Her face heated up.

He looked like he was trying not to smile, but he was failing miserably. “Yes, I have. Although not one as young-looking and pretty as you.” His gaze strayed to her breasts before returning to Deena’s face. “You mind telling me how old you are? Should I even ask?”

That got a laugh out of her. “Sure you can. I’m eighteen.”

The professor returned to the living room with a familiar face—at the sight of Stephen Kelani, Deena clapped her hands in excitement. Stephen had said he wanted to participate this weekend, and she’d hoped he’d be able to make it. He’d bring a fun, light-hearted side to things. Plus, he has a gorgeous dick.

“Hey Deena. Looking stunning as usual, I see. Hey Marcus! How’s it going?” Stephen walked over and gave Marcus a one-armed hug, then sat down next to him

Marcus glanced at Deena and then at Stephen. “You know her already? I think I’m jealous.”

“Now, now,” the professor admonished, and then the doorbell rang again. Laughing softly, he departed.

Deena’s stomach fluttered with excitement as she watched him leave. How many of them will there be? How many cocks? Cocks to suck, and cocks to fuck her. Heat filled her, making her pussy wet. Aching.

 

Countdown Deal!

Today through April 17, buy the M/M/M BDSM novella, Friday at the 7-Eleven for only $0.99 on Amazon!

Get it now on Amazon

 

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Blurb:

Brent’s a bully who picks on his workmate Alex. What Brent doesn’t realize, however, is that Alex wants him, but is too scared to ask. Meanwhile Brent’s convinced that all he needs is a firm hand to push him down and force him to be a good guy.

Then he meets Craig, an muscled veteran working at the local 7-Eleven. Craig knows a switch when he sees it, and Brent’s got it written all over him. He needs a hard takedown and some training to harness that sadistic side. Craig decides that what might be best is for all three of them to get together.

Only by embracing honesty and self-control can each of them find what they need.

 

Excerpt:

“You enjoy watching us?”

Alex tried to smile, but what Military Guy said made him choke and swallow instead.

Oh fuck. He was a dead man. Alex shrugged, feeling the back of his neck heat up to about a thousand degrees. “I work with Brent. I…” He couldn’t exactly say he’d been worried about the guy. “I was curious.” That at least was the truth.

Military Guy’s eyes were like ice, reflecting but not revealing anything. “Curious. Tell me more. What’s this Brent to you?”

Alex couldn’t tell if the guy was pissed or not. He seemed to be holding it together, but that could be a façade. At this point, what did he have to lose in answering the guy’s questions? “He’s a complete jerk,” Alex began, but the blush came despite his words. “And he’s hot.” Not like it was any secret here which team they all played for.

Military Guy laughed. “Yes, he is—both. So you two work together?” He nodded at the work belt on Alex’s passenger seat with hammer, level, and other tools for the construction trade.

Alex nodded, wondering where this was going. “I have to get back. Lunch is nearly over.”

Military Guy leaned in closer. Alex caught the whiff of sex. He couldn’t help but react to it, feeling his erection trying to return. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled as the guy fixed him with a hungry look. “I think I might be able to help you out. Both with the ‘being a jerk’ part, and the other. See if you can get him to meet me here at four.” He smirked. “You come as well. Oh, and the name’s Craig. I hope you’re ready to take it, because you’ll be on bottom.”

With that, Craig straightened and took a step back.

Alex squirmed in his seat. No matter that he’d already gotten off just a few minutes ago. Craig’s words, the look of promise on his face, the sight of Brent on his knees sucking cock—all of that was conspiring to make him crazy with want. He swallowed hard, feeling dizzy and charged with electricity. He nodded and cleared his throat. “Yes, Sir.”

Craig cracked a smile. “Good. I look forward to it.” He turned and walked confidently back into the convenience store, leaving Alex with the engine running and his mind going in circles. Belatedly, he rolled up the window.

“Oh hell,” Alex muttered as he put the car in gear.

Two Covers to Reveal!

Today I have not one but TWO cover reveals, for the two books I have coming out in May from Riptide.

First, coming out May 15 is my weretiger m/m romance, Forest of Thorns and Claws, with the cover designed by L.C. Chase and revealed on Love Bytes LGBTQ Book Reviews: http://lovebytesreviews.com/2017/03/30/exclusive-cover-reveal-incl-giveaway-j-t-hall-forest-of-thorns-and-claws/

 

And second, Book 2 in the Oddities series, Fraud Twice Felt, comes out on May 29. The cover is also by L.C. Chase and revealed today on Heroes and Heartbreakers: http://www.heroesandheartbreakers.com/blogs/2017/03/cover-thursday-exclusive-weatherspoon-hall-lang-loft

Yep, that’s my boy Elliot, who features prominently in this book.

Enjoy!

ETA: Also, it seems that at least one of the books is already listed on Goodreads, so please feel free to add to your wishlists.   https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34736864-forest-of-thorns-and-claws

Re-Release! Friday at the 7-Eleven

It’s Re-Release day, finally!

I managed to get all copies taken down from all vendors from the previous Torquere Press version (which I have not been paid for since June of 2016), so that I could republish the M/M/M novella.

For the first 90 days it will be exclusively on Amazon as part of the Kindle Unlimited program; after that I’ll release it on the other sites including Kobo, Barnes and Noble, ibooks, Google, etc.

Amazon U.S. version

Amazon UK version

Back Camera

Brent’s a bully who picks on his workmate Alex. What Brent doesn’t realize, however, is that Alex wants him, but is too scared to ask. Meanwhile Brent’s convinced that all he needs is a firm hand to push him down and force him to be a good guy.

Then he meets Craig, an muscled veteran working at the local 7-Eleven. Craig knows a switch when he sees it, and Brent’s got it written all over him. He needs a hard takedown and some training to harness that sadistic side. Craig decides that what might be best is for all three of them to get together. Only by embracing honesty and self-control can each of them find what they need.

 

Excerpt:

Brent was a bully, or so the guys on the job told him. They avoided contact with him whenever possible, except when they were depending on him to steady a frame or support a beam. He was a big guy, six feet and well-muscled thanks to a strict regimen at the gym. All-American good looks belied a dark temper.

While he liked pushing, Brent wanted someone to push back. Somebody older, somebody with some fucking authority. Unfortunately, everyone he had pushed so far had been complete pussies.

So it wasn’t really that much of a surprise that he got pissed off sometimes. When Brent punched Alex, a fellow worker, for knocking over his box of nails, the foreman called for an early lunch. Brent headed to his favorite spot, the local 7-Eleven in Riverside, California.

There were only a few others in the convenience store, mostly construction workers like himself, filling up their Big Gulps, grabbing their hot dogs or whatever. Brent glanced over at the two cashiers. His eyes slid over one of them, a fellow in his late forties or fifties perhaps, salt and pepper hair. Solid-looking, similar height, and even more muscled than him. Looked ex-military, a tough guy. Brent smirked to himself. Probably had a wife and three kids at home and might bust a few ribs if Brent hit on him. It might be fun to start a fight, but that wasn’t what he was looking for.

Brent wandered over to the drinks to get himself some Mountain Dew; a little sugar and caffeine might do him good. As he waited for the machine to fill his cup, he glanced up at the shiny laminated front of the machine, and saw a reflection of the cashier.

Now this was interesting. Tough Guy was staring at his ass. Brent turned around and gave the guy a challenging glare, just to see what he’d do. The guy only grinned—a grin that melded into heat in his eyes. Brent felt his groin tighten.

Okay. Maybe a possibility.

Slowly, Brent turned around, placed the cap on his cup, and stared back at the cashier. The other attendant wasn’t behind the counter. In the back perhaps, taking a break, who knew? Tough Guy met Brent’s eyes, and he knew, oh yeah, maybe a wife and kids, but definitely some ass on the side. Brent smiled, letting his lust show. Tough Guy crooked his finger for him to come over.

Brent almost balked; who was this bozo to tell him what to do? Still he did have a drink to purchase, and he was curious. He walked over, slapping down a couple of bills to pay for the drink, feeling oddly self-conscious. The cashier’s eyes moved over him with a dark hunger. It gave him an unusual quiver in the gut, not to mention lower down. “Hey,” Brent said softly, as the man rang up the change, not sure what else to say. Why are you watching me? He wanted to say it, but couldn’t.

“Hey,” Tough Guy said, handing him his change. He leaned forward, one meaty hand splayed out on the counter, making his bicep bulge even further. “To answer your question, yes. I was watching you.”

Brent’s mouth dropped open, and he scowled. Had the guy read it off his face? Or was he just that cocky? “Yeah, I was wondering if you were a cocksucker or just looked like one,” he returned. Well, now he’d know if those fists hit hard or not. A shiver went through him.

Tough Guy laughed. He glanced up—at the security cameras, Brent realized—then leaned in even closer. “Actually, I usually make some motherfucker like you suck my cock.” He backed up a few steps as the other attendant returned from the back and exchanged a few whispered words with him. Then he brushed his hand over Brent’s, slowly. “Come see me in the back, and I’ll show you.”

Brent watched the man head to the back of the store and pass through the double doors to the storage area. He wondered if he should. Had the guy noticed that he was completely engorged now? Make him, huh. How far would he go? Probably just another talker, Brent figured, but he had to go see for himself.

So he headed on back.

It was cool in there, boxes stacked high with things like potato chips and beer, not a whole lot of room for maneuvering, but Brent wasn’t too concerned. Or at least that’s what he told his racing heart. He didn’t see the cashier, and then suddenly Tough Guy was there, grabbing Brent’s T-shirt and shoving him back against the back wall. Brent grunted, adrenaline spiking, heart in his throat, and dick ready to explode.

“You really think you can make me?” Brent asked with a sneer, struggling against the hold. He was impressed and a little intimidated to find out that Tough Guy was as strong as he looked. Even more impressive, there didn’t seem to be a speck of hesitation in the man’s steel-gray eyes. Maybe he really had been telling the truth.

“The name’s Craig. And yes.” Craig shoved a meaty arm against Brent’s throat, pinning him against the cinder block wall, hips pressing up against him. It felt like a million degrees with Craig’s body up against his, and even if Brent had wanted to, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to break that hold and get away. Craig tilted his head a little, moving in closer, and then kissed him, tongue invading, hot spit, so fucking good it made Brent dizzy.

Brent fought the kiss, even though he wanted to return the passion. But oh, no. Craig still hadn’t proven himself yet. He snarled, biting at Craig’s lips and got a hard bite to his lower lip in return. That sent a spark clean down to his dick. He growled with frustration.

“I seem to remember something about you sucking my cock,” Craig said in a low voice, grabbing at what little hair there was on the nape of Brent’s neck. His other hand was on Brent’s shoulder, shoving him down to his knees. Brent struggled, cursing, face red, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do. Craig was that strong. And fuck if he was gonna tell him he liked the hair pulling.

Soon Brent found himself face to fly, and Craig was pulling down his zipper, releasing a thick cock with veins standing out, hard and ready to be sucked. He rubbed his organ against Brent’s cheek, grunting a little at the friction against Brent’s stubble, still keeping that death grip on the hair. Brent spat and watched the saliva drip down the shaft. “Fucking make me.”

 

RELEASE DAY! Murder Once Seen

It’s finally here!  Book One of the Oddities Series is out at Riptide, Amazon, ARE and everywhere else eBooks are sold. This is a fast-paced gay paranormal romantic suspense set in a near-future alternate Earth.

Amazon link to buy

Riptide link to buy

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Here are links to today’s spots on the blog tour. There’s a giveaway going on between December 12 to the 16th for a $20 Riptide gift card. Check it out!

Main page for the blog tour at Riptide

Dec 12: Joyfully Jay (Guest Post: Character Playlists)

Dec 12: TTC Books and More

Dec 12: OMG Reads

Dec 12: Attention is Arbitrary (Guest Post: Writer’s Block)

About Murder Once Seen

In the city of Nis, things often aren’t what they seem.

Derwin is a bounty hunter gifted with the Oddity of superhuman strength and agility—perfect for hunting down fugitives and demons who roam the streets. One killed his boyfriend two years ago, and Derwin won’t stop until he finds out who. Police suspect it was someone he sent to prison, but he can’t shake the idea that they’re missing something.

Elliot is a rentboy who’s been living on the streets since his parents disowned him. He mistrusts everyone and, given his uncontrolled ability to Read Objects and a client list that includes a major gang boss, despairs of ever having a normal life.

Derwin and Elliot meet in a storm of lust. Derwin’s Oddity is fed by the pain of others, but he only wants what’s freely given. Elliot loves pain, but needs safety and a way off the streets before he can allow it. They may be able to solve each other’s problems . . . if they can survive long enough to work together.

I’ll also put up a post sometime soon about the demons featured in Murder Once Seen and in the Oddities series, and I’ll be posting a link to a Goodreads giveaway once it goes live.

Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Murder Once Seen, one lucky winner will receive a $20 Riptide credit! Leave a comment on the tour stops with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on December 17, 2016. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.

 

Countdown sale and freebie!

The first installment of the sexual saga, Deena and the Professor is being offered FREE today through Sunday, August 28! In addition, Parts Two and Three are only 99 cents, again until Sunday. Currently this serial BDSM romance has seven parts; the complete story will have ten parts.

Check it out!

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It’s her first day at college, and Deena wants to learn about more than books. She’s always craved to learn more about the urges of her body and the taboo secrets of sex. When her professor catches her playing with a wooden paddle, Deena knows it will either be her worst punishment ever, or her greatest reward. He’s handsome, older, and seems to know about more than just academic subjects.

The question is, can he teach her all the kinkiest things she’s ever fantasized about? Or maybe the bigger question is, can she keep her heart from falling in love with him…

Only 99 cents–Parts Two and Three:

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Part Two: Missionary Position (First time, unprotected):

Part Three: The Fifth Base (first time anal)