#NewRelease #Giveaway Tour: Dark Captive: Manlove Edition by @EvernightPub #GLBT #Romance

Everyone has a dark side.., 

Dark Captive is an exclusive collection of dark erotic romance stories featuring alpha men with fierce sexual appetites. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want. And they have their sights on one man. Possessive and bold, these heroes give their conquests exactly what they crave—to be taken … to be owned. Any resistance offered will be tested, but in the end love rules. 

Kidnapping, abduction, and sexual slavery are just a few of the titillating taboo themes in this hand-picked manlove anthology.

Taken by Michelle Graham

At The Warehouse, boys are taken young and forced into slavery. T grew up there and is considered too old for most of the clients so the boss is willing to let them rough him up more than usual. But that changes when the man who's supposed to be guarding him takes him away.

Diego wanted to avoid The Warehouse and the bad memories it held, but he’s sent there to act as a guard. When he realizes that a young man is being whipped to death, his anger forces him into action and he escapes with the slave.

But having a vulnerable companion brings out some very dark urges in Diego. Can T become the victim Diego needs? Can Diego avoid becoming the monster he despises? 

Excerpt:

“Mm hmm.” Ty lay face down on the bed, relaxed and content. He focussed on the feeling of Diego’s fingers on his skin. Everywhere Diego touched tingled. Ty couldn’t remember the last time anyone had handled him so gently. As the contact went on, Ty became increasingly aroused and he shifted on the bed to ease the discomfort of lying with his hard cock poking a mattress.

The touch vanished and Ty let out a tiny whimper. “Don’t stop,” he whispered.

The bed bounced a bit as Diego stood. With a sigh, Ty lifted his head to look at where Diego stood looking through a crack in the curtains. Getting to his feet, Ty approached Diego.

“What’s wrong?” Ty reached out and touched Diego’s shoulder causing the older man to jerk away and stride to the other side of the room.

“Don’t touch me.” Diego’s voice carried a hint of a growl.

Ty didn’t want to push Diego too hard, but he couldn’t figure out why he was reacting this way. “Why did you save me?”

Diego’s eyes widened. “Seriously? You think I saved you to have you for myself?”

Ty shrugged. “Why else would you do it?”

“Listen, kid. I’m at least ten years older than you, and I may have dragged you out of that hell hole, but I am not a good guy.”

Undeterred, Ty approached Diego again. “You’re a good guy to me.”

In a blur of motion, Diego grabbed Ty’s arm and yanked him forward. Ty cried out as Diego slammed him against the wall and grabbed him by the throat. With the older man pinning him against the wall and the wounds on his back screaming in protest, there was little Ty could do. When he looked into Diego’s eyes, the excitement glittering in them sent a thrill of fear through him.

“Would you change your mind if I told you that I get off on seeing the fear in your eyes? That I enjoy causing pain when I fuck?”

Ty struggled to draw breath and grabbed at Diego’s arm to try and pry the fingers off his throat, but Diego’s grip was too tight. It occurred to Ty that he might be in more trouble now than he had been back at The Warehouse. As he fought against Diego’s hold, the older man pressed his groin to Ty’s, grinding a sizeable erection against him. And then Ty realized that in spite of the fear, in spite of force being used against him, he was just as turned on as Diego.

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“My sun sets to rise again.”

Robert Browning

So we have a release date for NIGHT AND CHAOS - June 15th! I spent last weekend and a bit of yesterday working on first and second round edits, and although the process wasn't without its frustrations, I feel like it's going to worth it. I love this story. I love Ryan and her general saltiness at the hand life has dealt with her.

There's something slightly nerve-wracking about re-releasing a title. I'm more nervous about how this book will be received the second time round, and I could waffle for hours about why that is, but I'm trying to resist because it probably isn't very interesting. I still can't quite believe how well my Urban Wolf series has been received since WOLF STRAP was re-published. And I'm holding back three titles that I realistically could find new homes for, because I don't feel like the time is right for them just now. But NIGHT AND CHAOS feels right. If you like Blood Canticles and the Ethan Banning Files, I think you'll like Ryan McCarthy and the mad science-occult mash-up that the Deva Chronicles introduces.

So! Save the date - June 15th. Hopefully I'll have some gorgeous new cover art to share with you, so stay tuned!

Guest Blog - William J Bono III tells us about a very special day...

Okay, yes, way behind on guest blogs. Snake lumps, etc. Never mind! Today I'm happy to welcome an old friend with a very fancy name and a very unique story. Please say hello to William J Bono III!

First and foremost, thank you, Naomi Clark, for allowing me to write a guest blog entry for you! Unlike most of the published works featured on here, my eBook is actually a short story, at a mere 12 pages long. It's also not fiction. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that I'm honored to have this opportunity, I might question whether or not my guest blog even belongs here.

Blurb

The Day I Broke My Dick covers approximately twelve hours of my life. Near the beginning of that twelve-hour period, I suffered a penile fracture. That's right, as the title suggests, I actually broke my dick. As horrifying as this may sound, I was lucky enough to have already had knowledge of said injury, and knew what had to be done. Don't get me wrong, I was in shock, or at least a state of absolute terror, but I still took it in stride. As such, you'll find that the story is actually quite comedic, rather than a horror story.

Buy it now!
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And read on for an excerpt...(Men, I advise you proceed with caution).

Wednesday Snippets Will Not Die

I'll admit that work on In Cold Blood isn't going as fast as I'd like. Real life has been busy and a tiny bit stressful, insofar as Remic's Grotesque Bulge and Kyle's on-again-off-again back surgery goes. This past weekend I was working on edits for NIGHT AND CHAOS, and I think generally speaking I'm just a bit burned out. Balancing my writing goals with my day job and Common Brimstone can be tricky to say the least, and I think I'm approaching the point where I need a holiday from one thing or the other.

Last June I shut Common Brimstone for a couple of weeks, and I'm probably going to do the same this June, too, especially since I potentially have two books coming out that month. Hopefully the timings will work out so that I can finish In Cold Blood in June, if I haven't already.

Anyway! I am still beavering away on it, and I offer you proof. Enjoy!

Battle of the Grotesque Bulge

When we last left our valiant hero, Sir Remic of Littlebrain, he was being left at the vet's for x-rays and ultrasounds to investigate the Grotesque Bulge that sprang up, seemingly overnight. That was Monday. On Tuesday, Remic (or "Sweetie Pie" as the vet called him), had his x-rays, which were fairly inconclusive. There is definitely a bulge and it's probably attached to his pancreas, was the verdict when I spoke to the vet.

So the next step was surgery on Wednesday, so the vet could see what the bulge was attached to, figure out what it was, and remove it. I can't deny, this turned my stomach a bit. Not because I didn't want him to have the surgery, but because I was scared he might not come round from it. Anesthetics can do weird things to snakes, things to do with temperature, metabolism, and breathing, which is, you know, sort of important.

But I obviously wanted him treated and I trust experts when they tell me their expert opinion, so of course, Rem had the surgery. That happened yesterday afternoon, and when I spoke to the nurse around 5pm yesterday, she said Rem was coming round and seemed fine. Huzzahs! The lump was removed, Sweetie Pie was stitched up, and I could come and collect him as soon as I was ready.

Unfortunately, for various reasons, I couldn't collect him yesterday, so he got to spend another day at the vet's. I went straight from work today (thank you, my darling Pip, for being my taxi), all ready to put Rem back in his glamourous duvet cover/washing basket combo, and take him home. Of course, it doesn't work quite like that.

First I spent some time with the nurse, hearing how Rem was doing ("he's a bit tetchy") and what his aftercare will be. He needs to go back in a week to have his stitches checked, and he needs to be in an environment where he can't damage the stitches in the meantime - no abrasive materials for him to rub against, no water bowl big enough for him to soak himself in. That's fine.

He also needs daily injections of antibiotics for a few days. "Are you happy to inject him?" the nurse asked. I regarded Remic, his head stuck under a towel in the vet's reptile carrier, oblivious to the world. "Sure," I said. So we had a practice at that. I've never injected anyone with anything before, and whilst I'm not squeamish, I am always really paranoid about hurting an animal when giving them medicine. A snake is a pretty tricky proposition, because they're a lot stronger and faster than you expect. Rem is an even trickier proposition because "tetchy" is his default mood.

Still! Never one to shy away from a new experience, I went for it. The nurse held his head and lower body, and I slid the needle under a scale to inject the meds. It's easier than it sounds, and it only took a few seconds. Rem flinched, but then seemed to immediately forget it had happened, which bodes well for the next few days. Huzzahs!

Then it was back in the duvet for the trip home.

And here he is, in what I'm thinking of as his recovery viv. We've taken out everything that might possibly damage the stitches, which was everything. Basically all the ornaments in his tank are designed to help with shedding, so nothing was suitable to leave in. He now has a bed sheet, a cereal box, and a smooth water bowl. He's supposed to be resting, but instead he's trying to figure out how to undo the snake lock, which has been his singular goal in life for as long as we've had him.

He is enjoying the cereal box, however. Which is good, because I don't know when the stitches will come out. When we take him back for his check-up in a week, we'll get to see the vet who operated on him, and hopefully then we'll learn a bit more about what the Bulge was and if it's likely to come back.

Meanwhile, Kyle and I get to take turns injecting Sweetie Pie with antibiotics while Ket looks on smugly. Fingers crossed for a full recovery for Sir Remic!

The Most Monday-ish Monday that Ever Mondayed

We had a plan for today. Kyle was due to go into hospital for back surgery this morning. I'd booked the day off work to accompany him for moral support and possibly to film him talking gibberish when he came round from the general anesthetic, and to make sure he got home in one piece.

And then the surgery was cancelled, because the surgeon has an eye infection. And I guess, yes, you don't want a visually-impaired surgeon messing around with your spine. So that happened. And I figured I may as well go to work and take back my day of annual leave, and use it later in the month when the surgery actually happens.

And then, whilst casually passing the snake tanks, I saw Remic. This is not unusual. What was unusual was the huge distended lump in the middle of my very slim and elegant idiot. I am 95% positive that was not there last time I looked. Panic ensued.

We were pretty sure it wasn't a gut issue, because he hadn't been fed for a while (in fact, today was supposed to be feeding day). Sometimes when a snake is constipated, you can deal with it yourself by bathing him in warm water, changing the temperature of his environment, or even just handling him yourself. But, like I say, given his feeding schedule, we thought this probably wasn't food-related. Luckily there is a vet in Cambridge that specialises in exotic pets, so I gave them a call, and after a few misunderstandings (I was very nearly registered as Naomi Quark, and Remic as Bulwick), we got an appointment.

An appointment hours and hours away, since I discovered the Grotesque Bulge around 11.30, and the appointment was at 5.15. That's a really long time to have to just hang around and worry about your pet. We were slightly mollified by the fact that Remic didn't seem to notice he had a Grotesque Bulge, but then Remic once bit himself in the tail, so...you know. He's not smart.

He would struggle to qualify as simple

Anyway, since we had no choice but to wait, we waited. I'd have to take him by myself, as Kyle was working from home, and I'd have to take a taxi. That was fine; the taxi company assured me they were happy to transport a snake. The question was, how was I going to transport a snake?

The answer is: in a duvet cover, in a washing basket. Let me say now that getting Remic into a duvet cover ranks up there as one of the most stressful things I've ever done, and I've worked with academics for nine years. He didn't want to go in the duvet cover. He wanted to go in my perfume drawer. This fundamental disagreement between us took place while Yuki, aghast at being shut in the living room, cried mournfully at us. She loves Remic. He's her favourite thing to sit and stare at for hours, and we were not only depriving her of this entertainment, but also keeping her behind a closed door, which she is opposed to on a molecular level.

So. Eventually we got Rem in the duvet cover. Then the taxi driver showed up, having simply been told I would have "a pet" with me. Needless to say, he wasn't expecting the pet to be tied up in a duvet cover. Nonetheless, he hid his concerns well and off we went.

The vet was brilliant, and Rem behaved himself uncharacteristically well, without biting anyone, including himself. Rem had no problems with me or the vet touching the Bulge, and didn't seem to be in any discomfort, but again...idiot. The problem was, the vet has no idea what's causing the Grotesque Bulge. He said it looked like fluid, but when he poked Rem (carefully) with a needle, no fluid of any kind came out. The Bulge is too low down to be a problem with Rem's heart or stomach, but could possibly be a gut issue or a tumour, although it didn't really feel like one according to the vet. We could be looking at some kind of infection or virus, but there's no way to tell with just an external examination.

So I've had to leave him there overnight so he can have x-rays and ultrasounds tomorrow. There is the possibility that these won't help with a diagnosis, but there's really nothing to lose by trying. I guess every animal lover knows how hard it is to leave your baby at the vets' for any reason, but I kind of take comfort in knowing that Rem will likely not notice any difference.

So there we are. That was a pretty long, worrying Monday that didn't go according to any kind of plan. I have to go back to the vet after work tomorrow, hopefully to bring Remic home. Ket is currently doing his best to fill the void by trying to eat a mouse tail-first, and Yuki is staring into Rem's empty vivarium in a slightly offended manner. And I am having my first cup of tea of the day - it's now gone 10pm and I'm about six cups behind my usual schedule - and waiting again. Waiting for news, be it good or bad. That kinda sucks. This year has not been kind to me on the pet front so far. I shall be crossing Yuki's paws and Ket's tail that Remic comes home without a Grotesque Bulge tomorrow.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...

I am a lazy blogger, it turns out. I even set myself a month-long blogging challenge for my Amber Morgan blog in April, and so far I've only managed four days of it. Some times there's just nothing to talk about though. I'm writing as much as I can, but do you need to hear that once a week? Probably not. And I feel like nothing else I do is worth commenting on, particularly. I mean, unless people are interested in the glamorous life of a PA? Probably not. So I just put off blogging until I have NEWS, and it then it just feels like I'm using the blog as an advertising board, which isn't what I want at all. And although I like sharing snippets from my work on Wednesdays, the further into a project I get, the harder it is to share non-spoilery stuff. Ugh. Blogging is hard. Here's a picture of Yuki.

She's very sensible, as you can see.

Anyway, I have been doing stuff other than writing and not-blogging. 22nd April was my birthday (I'm 33, which seems way too old for someone who has a toy unicorn on their desk at work), and I went on a Wickedness and Witchcraft tour of Cambridge! We saw Aleister Crowley's student digs and the rooms where Isaac Newton illegally practiced alchemy at Trinity College, as well as learning a fair bit about witch hunting. And our guide was a practicing Wiccan, so we also got to cast a spell at the end of the tour. As far as birthdays go, that was pretty awesome.

In the wake of my birthday (which also involved a lot of food), I came to the shocking realisation that I'm not getting younger and started panicking about my body. As I'm sure you can imagine, my day job is 100% sedentary (apart from frequent trips to the kitchen for tea), and also I'm pretty lazy, as established, so me and exercise are strangers to each other. I also really enjoy chocolate on a very fundamental level. I used to swim pretty regularly, but rotator cuff syndrome makes that an un-fun experience for me nowadays. That's a frustration, because I genuinely enjoying swimming, but nowhere near enough to put up with the chronic pain it causes.

So I decided to take up running. At this point I'll add that I have bronchoconstriction (also known as exercise-induced asthma, which sounds really made-up but is a thing), so I'm not really good at running and breathing at the same time. But I'm determined to make this happen and make my body less of a pain in the ass to live in. I went for my first run this Sunday and didn't die, which I consider a great triumph. I found this app to be incredibly motivating and hope to be apocalypse-ready in the near future.

Meanwhile, I am working on In Cold Blood and doing a ton of research to help inspire the world-building I need to do for Blood Canticles #3, as well as making a million bottles of perfume a week*, and somehow managing to fake being an adult at my day job (the unicorn on my desk isn't helping with that). So I guess I probably do have stuff to talk about and should make the effort to blog more often and worry less about whether anyone wants to read it. I mean, you read my books, right?

Right?

Haha. Let's finish with another picture of Yuki.

She refuses to explain to me what was happening here

*Give or take.