Halloween Costume Contest

October 21, 2014

Think you know your DSP authors pretty well? Why not enter our Halloween Costume Contest and see!

Take a look below and see if you can match the correct Dreamspinner and Harmony Ink authors featured in these costume photos. If you get them all right, you’ll be entered in a draw to win one of three prizes!

To enter, email your guesses to hayley [at] dreamspinnerpress.com.  Contest closes Oct. 25th at 11:59pm Eastern!

 

Possible authors

K.C. Wells, Suki Fleet, Kim Fielding, Angel Martinez, Allison Cassatta, Cate Ashwood, Nic Starr, L.J. LaBarthe, M.A. Church, Connie Bailey, MB Mulhall, Shira Anthony, Poppy Dennison, Wade Kelly, Tali Spencer, Charlie Cochet, S.A. Garcia, Nicole McCormick.


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4. (Centre, in Cinderella mask)

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5. (Mummy, on right)

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Release Party ~ Hidden Gem ~ Boundaries

September 26, 2014

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This book was a step outside several comfort zones for me. First it’s in third person, which I find very challenging because I really want to delve deeply into each characters head but find a lot of characters in one story confusing. I actually began writing Hidden Gem as first person but later changed it because I wanted to show Shane’s point of view as well as Aki’s since Aki is a very unreliable narrator.

The second challenge was the D/s portion of the book. I chatted a long time with several people in the life and perfected as much as I could before taking those things back to them to ask if I was close. Any mistakes I made in this is purely my incompetence not theirs. This is in no way meant to be a BDSM book. However Aki needs structure in his life, someone to take care of him and keep his feet on the ground. J

Paris trains all the companions and believes structure is necessary to their safety and happiness. He is also faced with the task of disciplining those who break the rules. Including the Hidden Gem’s number one companion:

The guards led him inside and up the stairs to Paris’s immaculate suite. They left him standing in the doorway and disappeared back down the stairs. No reason for them to stay. Aki wouldn’t be in this room long. Not if Paris truly meant to punish him. The dungeon was down two floors and tucked away where no one would stumble across it by accident.

Paris sat on the white leather couch, feet up, facing away from the door. The lights cast a reflection of Aki in the window as the sun was beginning to set. He glanced over his outfit again. Would Paris approve? He probably should have worn something easy to strip out of instead of dressing to impress.

“You’re early.”

Aki frowned and lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry. I can wait downstairs until you’re ready.”

“I’m not the one who needs to be ready, Misaki. I’ve been hearing a lot of not-good things about your exploits of late. Care to give me your version?” Paris rose from his seat and crossed the room to stand in front of Aki.

“I stayed out one night. I got lost. Didn’t have my phone—”

“Sounds a lot like excuses to me,” Paris interrupted. He reached out and traced Aki’s face with his fingertips. Aki closed his eyes as the feeling of a gentle rain caressed his mind. “You dressed nice.”

Aki didn’t reply.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master.”

“You haven’t earned the right to call me that.”

“Sir, sorry, Sir.”

“What are your safewords?” Paris asked, probably more to remind Aki he had the option than because he didn’t know them.

“Red and yellow, Sir.”

“Hard stop and pause. I know your limits, Misaki. Do you?” Paris ran his hands across the shoulder of the sweater. “I see this couture has become your armor. That is well and fine for work, but not here. Strip and present.”

Aki moved without even contemplating the order, removing his shoes, his top, his skirt, and finally the delicate underwear he’d chosen. He folded everything in a neat pile and left them on the floor beside his feet, his phone on top of the stack. He stood shoulders straight, head down, hands gripping his elbows behind his back. The numerous windows open to the world had a flush heating his skin. Anyone could see him. Sure, they were on the second floor, but Paris had guards everywhere. Anyone could be watching him. Even the South. The nasty thought whispered through his mind as he remembered the chip that was supposedly embedded in his back.

“You’re shivering. Are you cold?” Paris asked.

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, Sir.”

“Hmm.” Paris walked around him, examining him as he had that first day. Aki had been so scrawny then and covered in scars they thought they could never get rid of. His skin had been stretched tight across his bones from starvation, making him little more than a skeleton masquerading as a person. “You’re afraid? You are afraid. Yet unapologetic.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Aki said quickly. His heart hammered in his chest. He’d been through this a hundred times, knew the drill, the rules. Paris couldn’t really hurt him unless Aki let him. Why was he so afraid? Memories of the camp and the torture kept filling his mind, but that was all before….

“What are you sorry for?”

“For staying out.”

“Try again.”

“I’m not sorry for seeing McNaughton.”

“Hmm.” Paris disappeared for a moment only to return with a blindfold. Aki didn’t try to stop him from tying it in place. No light filtered through the cloth at all, and for a moment Aki was disoriented.

 

The book has very mild D/s. It is more about Aki’s mindset and how he has chosen to survive all that has been done to him.

We all like to stay in our comfort zones. What have you done lately to push your boundaries and open up your world? How did it turn out? Best answer wins an ecopy of anything from my backlist. Winner announced at 7pm CST

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Release Party ~ Hidden Gem ~ When are paranormal powers not cool?

September 26, 2014

shaneAki truly becomes the shining star of the Hidden Gem. He’s the most favored companion in the entire red light district—his best friend Candy a close second. But Aki has a thing for a certain Irish cop. Shane McNaughton survived the plague of WW3 but it mutated him. He no longer ages, has super human healing abilities, and is forced to change into an animal each month. At nearly a century old there isn’t much Shane hasn’t seen. He’s the head of Missing Persons and recently discovered a certain companion at the Hidden Gem has the ability to find the missing with just a touch. Shane also can’t help but enjoy Aki’s other talents.

But not everything is all booze and a quick polish as Shane would like. He’s got a case with a bunch of dead teenagers. Slaughtered, parts missing, and another kid vanishes—this time a senator’s daughter. The press and officials want his ass on fire for the case, but the leads say the monster they are hunting isn’t human. Shane turns to Aki for help awakening something darker inside the companion that should have remained buried:

 

With a sigh Aki tugged off his right glove and let his fingers brush the fabric. The room at the Hidden Gem vanished instantly. He raced through the streets of City M, rushing by buildings, cars, people, then to a bedroom. The posters of boy bands hung on the walls and bright bedding decorating the bed said this was the sanctuary of a teenage girl. He knew that what he was holding was a T-shirt. Mandy, the missing girl, had gotten it from her best friend for her last birthday. If Aki unfolded it, he’d have seen the band logo decorating the front and that it was well-worn from constant use. She stared at herself in the mirror for a minute, smiled at the reflection. So young. A happy kid, the world at her fingertips. Obviously she had everything she could ever have wanted. So what had gone wrong?

The world shifted, swirling by fast enough to nearly knock him over with vertigo. He saw Just Shoes and the dark streets, the shoes he wanted so badly, and Mandy’s thoughts about being a princess. Then she’d been taken. Pain exploded in her brain only briefly, then darkness. Only when she awoke, the pain returned, worse than anything Aki had ever experienced before, white-hot, breath-stealing pain. He tried to reason through it, remind himself it wasn’t really him that was hurting, clear his vision, anything to catch a glimpse of something that might show where she was. His head felt like it’d been set on fire, pain beginning around his eyes and spreading outward, down the heavy weight of his body. His limbs were unmovable, unresponsive, almost like they weren’t there. Something hot dripped down his cheeks and over his chest, not hot enough to burn, but warmer, thicker, and heavier than water would be. The distinct “plink” of liquid hitting the ground was the only sound. Aki called to her like he’d never tried before. Would she hear? Could she respond even if she did?

“Mandy? Where are you?”

The pain intensified, sending him spinning in a circle of wary confusion for a few minutes before becoming a suffocating weight on his chest. Blind to the world around him, and not in the way of a blindfold, he tried to reason through his other senses. The realization hit him, and he couldn’t help but try to pull himself away. He knew it was a mistake the second it happened. His world solidified with hers, and he screamed through her lips at the horror, the sound ratcheting off many walls and through a cavernous space. He fought to free himself with every ounce of strength he had as the memory of her eyes being torn out filled him. Thankfully everything went dark and the connection snapped away, taking with it all the pain.

 

We all read about people with super powers or psychic abilities and think hey that’s cool. Aki has an ability to see everything from a person he touches, which means he has to keep the world at a distance.

What power would you find it most difficult to live with and why? Want your name in a book? Best answer gets added to my next adult title.

 

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Release Party ~ Hidden Gem by Lissa Kasey

September 26, 2014

HiddenGemLGHey all this is Lissa Kasey. You probably know me for that witch story. Or the hot vampire guy. The Dominion series—which currently has four titles—was my first foray into the publishing world. A couple years of experience, a few other books under a different pen name, and I’ve got a brand new series to engage all lovers of the paranormal. I hope you guys love this book as much as I do.

Dreamspinner Press is letting me take over their blog today. Host a few giveaways and tell you a bit about my writing and the world of the Hidden Gem:s to engage all lovers of the paranormal. I hope you guys love this book as much as I do.

Misaki “Aki” Itou is a psi—a person with mutated DNA granting him psychic abilities. He’s also a contracted companion—a whore. It may not be the perfect profession, but having a roof over his head, food to eat, and not being subjected to torture is a dream come true. He is the top companion at the Hidden Gem, and it makes him enough money to buy the prettiest, most sparkly shoes he can find.

Shane McNaughton is an Irishman who survived the Third World War and works as a cop. Head of Missing Persons, he’s good at finding people, but after the plague of the Third mutated his DNA, he has a hard time letting anyone see the monster inside. He’s been paying for Aki’s services for two years, both the psi and the sexual kind, but he wants more from the companion.

Shane needs Aki’s ability to see into another person’s past to track down a serial killer murdering the children of rich and powerful men, but the more they work together, the clearer it becomes that they are linked through a darker past than either of them realizes.

I’ll have a couple giveaways, including ecopies of Hidden Gem and the chance to get your name in my next book.

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Release Party – And the winners of “Acting Out” are ???

September 25, 2014

I want to thank everyone who stopped in today and took the time to post their thoughts. I appreciate each and every one of you!

The winner are:

1. H.B

2. Andrea M.

3. Susan

Please contact me at scottycade@gmail.com and let me how to get to your bookshelf and what format you’d like.

 

Thanks so much for spending the day with me.

XXOO

Scotty

Release Party – Another Excerpt from Scotty Cade’s “Acting Out.”

September 25, 2014

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I’m baaack!

When I was thinking about writing this book I learned that when you say the word “Pornography,” most people I talk to either love it or hate it. It’s rare that I find someone that doesn’t have a strong opinion on the matter one way or the other, so I knew I was on to something. In my next excerpt, I decided to have Eli, who is down on his luck and just entering the world of “gay for pay” quiz Hamish, one of the “experienced” guys on why he does what he does.

Eli turned to Hamish. “Now can I ask you something?”

Hamish nodded.

“Are you gay?”

Hamish chuckled.

“Not that I care what people do in the privacy of their own bedroom,” Eli clarified.

“No. I’m not gay.”

“Then how do you do it?” Eli asked, meeting Hamish’s eyes.

Hamish broke the gaze and turned to look out over the water. “There’s not really a short answer to that question,” he said. “But the gist of it is that all us guys feel like we are in this together. We do what we have to do to support ourselves and our families. And we try to support one another.”

“But to have sex with another guy,” Eli said.

“Listen,” Hamish added. “A blowjob is a blowjob, and a warm hole is a warm hole. Once you get over the taboo of having sex with another man, realize that sex is sex and it’s all the same, you’re home free.”

“Its really hard to wrap my head around, but I’ll take your word for it,” Eli said.

Hamish looked back at Eli. “Seriously, I felt the same way you did when Royce propositioned me. But once you get here and get to know the guys, it almost becomes like a club you want to be part of. Almost like the feeling of being a marine, like being a part of something bigger than you. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s how it was for me and for most of the other guys as well.”

This time Eli turned away and stared out over the water as if he might find the answers out there.

Hamish continued, “Most guys are here because they can’t find work and are doing what they have to do to support themselves and/or their families. I don’t know about you, but I have to admire that dedication.”

Eli thought about what Hamish said and decided he agreed. “I do too,” he said.

“The guys here feel like we are all in this together, and it makes it easier on each and every one of us. In the end, we’re all doing the same things for mostly the same reasons. You know.” Hamish said. “We have this unspoken agreement among us that no one should feel isolated and ashamed for doing what they have to do to take care of themselves or the people they love.”

Eli glanced at Hamish again and their eyes met. “You get where I’m coming from?” Hamish asked.

“I do,” Eli admitted. “I just don’t know if I can do it.”

“Of course you can,” Hamish assured him. “If you want to. The biggest hurdle we all had to face was simply believing that having sex with another man doesn’t define you as gay.”

Hamish paused, then spoke again. “As I said before, I’m not gay, I hate labels and I’ve always strived to live and let live. But up until I joined this elite group of men I hadn’t even considered having sex with another man.”

“And now?” Eli asked.

“It took me a couple of months to get comfortable with everything,” Hamish said, looking up at the stars, “but if I was forced to stick a label on my back, I would now categorize myself as a bisexual.”

“Does that mean you enjoy sex with men?” Eli asked.

“Sometimes,” Hamish admitted. “It’s like a regular job. Some days you enjoy your work some days you don’t, and sometimes you get along better with one coworker versus another. It’s really no different. There are guys I enjoy being with more than others, but it’s a job and you can’t pick and choose. I mean, if I refused to do a scene with a certain guy, no one would make me. But again, it’s our unspoken code of ethics that keeps us all together.”

“Wow!” Eli said, shaking his head. “I didn’t see that coming.”

So, as you can see Eli is struggling with if he can really pull any of this off and actually have sex with another man.

This topic continues to intrigue me long after the book has been put to bed, no pun intended, but not for the reasons you may think. I’m mostly amazed at the camaraderie between the guys. They respect and support one another and never judge and in the end isn’t that what we all want???

See you again in a couple hours when you can learn how to win a copy of “Acting Out.”

 

 

Release Party – Read and excerpt from Scotty Cade’s latest release, “Acting Out.”

September 25, 2014

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Scotty here again! So in my first posts, I told you how this story came about and what inspired me, but now I’d like to share an excerpt from “Acting Out.” The story has to do with a down on his luck, recently discharged, marine who gets approached to enter the gay for pay porn industry and in desperate need of a job and money, he actually considers it.

Chapter One

Circumstance

First Sergeant Elijah Preston gripped the edge of the bathroom sink and stared at his hazy reflection in the mirror. The long hot shower had done nothing for his disposition, and he sighed as the unrecognizable image staring back summed up his life to a tee. His life had been unrecognizable for a while now. He had very little money, no real place to call home, no job, no real friends, and worst of all, he didn’t see any of that changing in the foreseeable future.

He dropped his head in defeat and fixated on the cracked floor tiles under his bare feet. I hate this fucking hellhole of a motel. In a fit of frustration, Elijah ripped the tiny blow-dryer from the wall mount and pointed it at the foggy mirror. A blurry-edged circle appeared as his image slowly started to materialize. Under the harsh florescent lighting, his normally piercing hazel eyes appeared dull and lifeless. His sun-bleached skin looked dry, weather-beaten, and not at all like the smooth olive complexion he’d sported as a teenager.

It had been exactly one month to the day since Elijah had been honorably discharged from the United States Marine Corps after serving one very long tour of duty. He’d signed on the dotted line right after high school graduation with the hopes of getting as far away from his alcoholic parents and his hometown of Berry, Kentucky, as he could, but also knowing it was the only chance he had of getting a good education and making something out of his life. His strategy had been to do the normal four years active duty, work hard, save as much money as he could, and then put his degree to good use while he spent the next four years on reserve duty until his discharge. But his plan had been interrupted by the small print and one particular “unless needed” clause in his enlistment papers. Right after basic training, he’d been shipped overseas to Afghanistan and had spent almost his entire eight-year tour of duty there.

When he’d left Afghanistan, he’d also left behind everyone who’d mattered to him. After his grandmother died, he’d refused stateside visits, knowing that the people serving with him were more his family than those he’d left behind, and even Afghanistan was better than the hellhole he used to call home. He’d thought seriously about reenlisting but had decided against it, figuring it was time to stop running away and make a life for himself outside of the military.

Two weeks before his discharge, he’d been stationed at Marine Corps Base Quantico in Quantico, Virginia, with little to do but get his affairs in order, map out his future, and anticipate the life of a civilian. In doing so, he’d discovered that sometimes the best-laid plans fall apart.

Right after he’d enlisted, Elijah had opened a checking account at a small bank in Berry, and during his eight years overseas, via automatic deposit, he’d saved almost every penny he’d earned. Or so he thought. He’d put his mother’s name on the account in case anything happened to him while he was overseas, and although his parents had been on the wagon at the time, during the last eight years, they’d helped themselves to every penny of his money.

She’d given him some tear-filled, cockamamie story about how she’d supposedly “invested” the money in a sure thing that had gone sour, but he’d known that, more than likely, they’d spent it all on vodka, cigarettes, and gambling. He’d kicked himself in the ass over and over for not having the bank statements electronically sent to him, but he’d never imagined, no matter how weak they were, they would steal from their only child. To add insult to injury, when he’d told them he was coming to get his truck, they’d confessed it had been in an accident and was no longer drivable.

So here he was after eight years in the USMC with nothing but his last paycheck and a degree in communications to show for his time served. For the last month he’d lived in this dive of a motel, pinched every penny, and searched the Internet day after day for a job in his field. He had no ties to anyone or anything, so location was no issue; he could relocate anywhere in the country. In the meantime, he also searched locally for anything that would help supplement what little money he had until he eventually found a job and moved.

Elijah hung his wet towel over the shower rod and stepped onto the soiled carpet of the small bedroom. The morning sun was beating through the dingy blue drapes barely covering the double windows, and the clock on top of the battered chest read 8:35. He fumbled through the drawers and retrieved his last pair of clean underwear, a worn T-shirt, and a pair of white socks. When he stepped into his briefs and attempted to pull them up, his finger went right through the thin cotton and the waistband separated from the rest of the underwear. “Motherfucker,” he hissed.

He angrily tossed the underwear into the trash can in the corner of the room and stepped into his old blue jeans commando. After pulling the T-shirt over his head and slipping on his socks and shoes, he went back into the bathroom.

Elijah ran his forefinger around the edge of a small jar, getting the last bit of pomade and rubbing it in his hands before applying it to his light brown hair. “You’ve held off as long as you can, Eli,” he mumbled, spiking his bangs and wishing the military cut would hurry up and grow out. “You need clothes.”

With no other choice, Elijah called a cab to take him the four miles to the Walmart in nearby Dumfries and sat outside his motel room and waited. And waited. When the cab finally dropped him off in front of the store exactly ninety minutes later, Elijah asked the driver to pick him up in an hour, not wanting to pay the extra fee for making the guy wait.

Elijah rolled the shopping cart up and down the aisles of the men’s department, trying to decide what to buy. After wearing nothing but uniforms for the last eight years, he was at a total loss for what was in style. Not that he was a stylish guy, but he needed something up-to-date so he wouldn’t look like a hick if he did get a job interview. After much deliberation, he decided to start with the basics. Two pairs of khaki pants, two pairs of blue jeans, and two white cotton button-down shirts. He was staring at a table of colored T-shirts, trying to decide which colors to choose, when a middle-aged man stepped up beside him. “Definitely the green one,” he said. “It’ll look great with your eyes.”

“Uh, thanks,” Elijah said. “Kinda been a while since I bought anything new.”

“Military?” the man asked.

“USMC,” Elijah replied. “Last eight years.”

The man smiled and nodded like he understood what Elijah was going through. “How long have you been out?”

“About a month,” Elijah replied.

“Ah yes. I remember feeling the same way twenty years ago.”

“Marine?” Elijah asked.

“Army man myself,” the man responded. “But feeling like the civilian world left you behind is a universal sensation.”

Looking at his watch, Elijah realized he was almost out of time. The minute the driver arrived at the store, he knew the meter would be clicking away. He put the green T-shirt in his cart along with a red one and a yellow one. “I hate to run, but I have a cab picking me up in fifteen, so I need to get a move on.”

“No problem,” the man said, nodding. “I totally understand. Good luck with the shopping,” he added, turning and walking away without another word.

Elijah felt a slight stab of sadness. That man was literally the only person he’d had any semblance of a conversation with in the last few days, and he even understood a little of what Elijah was going through. He pushed the melancholy feeling to the back of his mind and focused on the rest of his shopping. The sportswear department for a couple of pairs of running shorts and tank tops, the underwear department for underwear and socks, and finally health and beauty aids for toothpaste, pomade, and deodorant. On the way to the register, he saw a display and felt instantly guilty but splurged anyway by tossing a bottle of Old Spice into his cart. Gotta smell nice for the non-existent ladies beating down my door.

Elijah looked at his watch again as the automatic doors opened in front of him. Right on time. He scanned the parking lot and was relieved when he didn’t see the cab sitting idle with the meter running. He took a seat on the bench in front of the store and waited.

Thirty minutes came and went and still no cab. He fished his phone out of his pocket and was about to hit redial when a voice said, “Where are you headed, son?”

Elijah looked up to see the middle-aged gentleman from the men’s department standing in front of him. “The Seasons Motel,” Elijah responded without hesitation.

“Come on,” the man said with a gesture of his head. “I’m going right by there. I’ll be glad to drop you off.”

“Are you sure?” Elijah asked.

The man smiled. “Absolutely. I’m Royce, by the way.”

“As in Rolls Royce?” Elijah asked with a smile while he gathered his bags.

“No such luck, but don’t I wish.” Royce chuckled.

“I’m Elijah. Elijah Preston, but my friends call me Eli.”

My friends call me Eli. As soon as the words left his mouth, Elijah felt another stab of sadness. He no longer had any friends. Not really. Not here anyway.

“Good to meet you, Eli,” Royce said, interrupting Eli’s pity party.

Eli sucked it up and forced a smile. “I really appreciate the lift.”

“Don’t give it another thought,” Royce responded. “I remember feeling very disjointed when I was discharged. But it gets better. I promise.”

Eli offered a weak smile.

“What do you do?” Royce asked as they walked to his car.

“Nothing right now,” Eli replied. “I’m looking for full-time work in my field, but I’d take anything at the moment to hold me over until I can find something more permanent.”

“I see,” Royce said as they reached his pickup truck. Eli heard the click of the locks, and when Royce climbed in he did the same.

Royce sat in the driver’s seat looking forward and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Eli felt like there was something else the man wanted to say but for some reason was holding back.

Curious, Eli turned to face Royce. “If there’s something you want to say, man, feel free,” he said. “I’m not a sensitive guy.”

Royce nodded but didn’t say anything. He simply started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot.

Once they were on the highway, Royce cleared his throat, and Eli looked in his direction.

“I might have some work for you if you’re interested,” Royce said hesitantly.

Eli’s ears perked up. “Hell yeah, I’m interested,” he said without a second thought.

Royce reached into a little compartment on his dashboard, retrieved a business card, and handed it to Eli.

Eli took the card and read it from beginning to end.

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Eli read the card again to make sure he hadn’t misread it the first time and offered it back to Royce, who was staring straight ahead at the highway. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not gay, man,” he said.

Royce accepted the card but didn’t put it back into the compartment. “No problem, but for the record, none of my guys are gay,” he said in a monotone voice.

“Are you serious?” Eli asked.

“Damn straight,” Royce replied. “No pun intended,” he added with a smile. “I may have a couple of bisexual guys in the mix, but ninety-nine percent of them are straight. Some are married, some engaged, and most of them have steady girlfriends. They all do it for the money.”

Eli shook his head in disbelief. “You mean these supposed straight guys fuck other guys for money? On camera?”

Royce nodded. “Some do that, yeah, and others might just beat off alone for the camera. It’s totally up to the guy to do what he feels comfortable with.”

“You must pay a shitload of money,” Eli said. “No pun intended.”

“You’re a good-looking man, Eli, and you’ve got a great body. You could make as much as ten thousand dollars a day, depending on how far you choose to go,” Royce explained.

“Ten thousand dollars a day?” Eli repeated.

“Of course that’s going all the way with several shoots in one day,” Royce said. “But I guess it really doesn’t matter if you’re not interested.”

Royce pulled up in front of Eli’s motel and handed the card back to Eli. “Just keep this in case you change your mind. If you have any questions or just want to talk more, give me a call.”

Eli didn’t know why, but he took the card and slipped it into one of his shopping bags. “Thanks for the lift, Royce. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” Royce responded. “And call if you have any questions.”

Eli nodded out of politeness, gathered his bags, and slid out of the truck.

He walked toward his motel room and looked back when Royce tapped the horn a couple of times, then waved as he drove off.

Feeling a bit like he’d just been to the Twilight Zone, Eli dug the brass key out of his pocket and let himself into his motel room. While unpacking his bags, he came across the business card and thought about his encounter with Royce. He put the card on his bedside table and proceeded to remove all the tags from his new clothes and put everything away.

When he finished, it was nearing noon, and with his big chore for the morning complete, he sat down at his laptop to scan the want ads like he did every day. At least this hellhole has Wi-Fi. He fired up his computer and began his normal process of checking the online local newspaper and the local section of Craigslist for any temporary positions in his area, and then he hit the national search on Craigslist for anything permanent in his field. When he identified a potential position, he followed the instructions on the ad and submitted his resume electronically or via snail mail, whichever was preferred. Today, however, there wasn’t a single new posting locally or even nationally that fit his qualifications. Discouraged, he sighed and shut his laptop, deciding there was nothing more he could do online. He called his career counselor at Quantico to see if there were any new developments, but as with his online search, he again came up empty.

Eli looked around his tiny room and in a fit of boredom turned the television on and channel surfed until he found the local news. He made himself a sandwich from the prepackaged lunchmeat in his fridge, kicked off his sneakers, and plopped down on the bed to eat his lunch and see what great things were happening in his little world of Dumfries, Virginia.

When the local news was over, Eli felt drained and wished he hadn’t turned it on. He looked down at the paper plate on his lap and rearranged the crumbs covering the flower-patterned surface with his fingers. Eventually he put the empty dish on the bedside table, and Royce’s business card caught his attention. Eli picked it up and read it again as if the words would somehow morph into something he could actually do. He rubbed the card between his fingers over and over until curiosity got the best of him. It won’t hurt to look.

Eli opened his laptop, keyed in www.hotmilitaryguys.com, and waited as his Mac located the web site. When the site appeared, the banner on the home page featured a good-looking pilot in uniform up on a ladder next to some sort of aircraft. As Eli scrolled down the home page, he saw various military guys in seductive poses, their dog tags predominately displayed, some in uniform and some bare-chested with tattoos he recognized as very common USMC tats. Next he saw a warning that the site contained hardcore gay sexual situations and content, and a person must be eighteen years of age in order to continue, with an option to enter or leave the site right below it. Eli clicked enter.

The next page featured a large photo of a recruit of the week named Logan in the top half of his US Army uniform and naked from the waist down, his cock fully erect. Along the side of the screen were options for Live Chats, DVDs, Online Videos, Photo Galleries, Affiliated Sites, GIs, and About Us.

Eli clicked the About Us button and started reading.

Welcome to hotmilitaryguys.com, a site that was unknowingly in the making almost my entire life and created through my dreams. From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always been mesmerized and wholeheartedly attracted to men in military uniforms. That love turned into this web site, and today I can offer everyone who shares my dreams a way to explore and even get the opportunity to watch some of these guys act out your favorite fantasies.

Growing up in San Diego, I was always surrounded by men in uniform, and it was there, surrounded by these handsome and mostly willing men, that I first realized I was gay. There weren’t as many gay bars as there are now, and the only other place we had to pick up men was adult bookstores, and trust me when I tell you I had my pick of any military man I wanted.

I quickly realized these hot and horny men would venture in after they struck out with the ladies, knowing they could stick their dick through a glory hole and always find a warm, welcoming mouth on the other side, and… most of the time that warm mouth was mine.

I eventually built up a roster and got to know these guys, built friendships with them, and earned their trust. Ultimately they stopped meeting me at the adult bookstore and started coming right to my own front door, knowing they could get what they wanted and slip out the back until the next time and never be outed by me.

As I got older and less promiscuous, I still longed to see hot military guys, so I came up with the idea for this site. I started talking to the guys I had good relationships with, and surprisingly they were along for the ride. I started hotmilitaryguys.com small but it quickly grew right along with the Internet. Ten years later I still have a thriving business.

So feel welcome to take the tour, look around the site, and sign up for a three-day trial.

Enjoy,

Royce Mackey

Proprietor, Director, and Lover of Men in Uniform

“Well I’ll be,” Eli whispered. “Royce is gay. I never would have pegged him for a homosexual.”

Curious about the guys who were doing these things for Royce, Eli clicked on the GIs button and photos of guys in various stages of uniform or simply naked appeared below a row of buttons from A-Z. Eli clicked on the A button and a whole slew of photos of men whose names all started with the letter A filled the screen. All the guys were very handsome and well built and didn’t look the least bit nervous or ashamed. He clicked on a guy named Adam, and a larger picture with a bio popped up. On the sidebar was a list of videos with thumbnail photos and a description of each video. When Eli clicked on one of the videos, a membership screen popped up, and he couldn’t go any further unless he bought a membership to the site.

Still trying to determine how many men were into this sort of thing, he randomly clicked on the letter J. After counting at least thirty photos in that section alone, he randomly chose a guy named Jayden and clicked on his photo. When he scrolled down, Eli saw a similar list of thumbnail photos connected to videos, but one in particular was titled “Jayden Sheds his Uniform Solo” and had a Free button beside it. Eli clicked on the button, and a black screen opened up with a disclaimer that he couldn’t read fast enough before the scene started.

The guy named Jayden was in full uniform, seated on a couch, with the sound of a girl moaning in the background, obviously from a straight porno playing out of sight. The guy was fondling himself through his trousers, and from the size of the bulge in his pants, building up quite an erection. The guy started slowly taking off his uniform, continuing to fondle himself, until he was naked except for his hat. He started to beat off, slowly at first, rubbing his abs, lifting his legs and rubbing his balls and asshole and then focusing on his dick again, picking up speed until he shot his load all over his stomach and chest. The scene ended with Jayden out of breath, his eyes closed and his body covered in his own release.

Eli stared at the screen in amazement. “I wonder how much that guy got paid to do that?” he mumbled. He continued to click on button after button, but unless you were a member, you didn’t get more than a few photos and an occasional free snippet of some guy in a solo performance beating off. Deciding he’d seen enough to get an idea of what the site was all about, Eli closed his laptop, set it to the side, and lay back on his bed. He linked his fingers together, rested his joined hands on his chest, and closed his eyes. I don’t think I could ever do anything like that was his last thought before he drifted off to sleep…

Eli was in his dress blues, sitting on a white leather couch, heart pumping frantically, and hands fidgeting in his lap. There were several cameras and bright lights pointing in his direction, and a flat-screen television was hanging on the wall right in front of him, starring a very large-chested woman going down on a Marine. On the table next to him was a bottle of lubricant and several neatly folded white towels. Someone yelled “Action!”

Eli stood, staring directly into the camera, and slid the release of his buckle to the left, pulling the woven cotton belt through until it was free. He slowly started to unbutton his coat, painstakingly, one brass button at a time. He let the coat slip off of his shoulders and tossed it onto the back of the couch before removing his white T-shirt and dropping it to the floor at his feet. He saw a flash out of the corner of his eye and turned to see his dog tags lying against his bare chest, reflecting the bright studio lights on the small monitor facing him. He quickly looked away, unable to watch what was unfolding right in front of him.

He sat on the edge of the couch and leaned over to untie his black patent-leather shoes, again focusing only on the camera. He pulled his left shoe off and then toed off his right, kicking them to the side before hooking his forefinger into the back of his sock. He peeled one off, then the other, and dropped them on top of his T-shirt.

He took a deep breath and stood, unhooking his trousers and stepping out of them, adding the pants to the top of the slowly accumulating pile of clothing.

A voice behind the camera yelled, “Cut,” and a blurry face instructed him to sit back down, watch the video, stick his hand down his underwear, and start working on his erection.

The same voice yelled, “Action,” and Eli sat down, leaned against the back of the couch, and slid his hand down his pants. He jumped to his feet in panic and disbelief when he realized his cock was gone.

Eli woke standing at the side of his bed, his heart pounding and his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. He stuck his hand down his pants, and when he found his dick, he gripped it in relief. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands. It was just a nightmare!

What a nightmare huh? See you right back here in a couple of hours for more excerpts!


Release Party – Scotty Cade explores the “Gay for Pay” industry in his latest release called “Acting Out.”

September 25, 2014

Hello Everyone. Scotty Cade here. I’m thrilled to back on the Dreamspinner blog to launch my eleventh novel with them called “Acting Out.” I can’t believe it’s been a little less than four years since my first novel, “Final Encore,” was released and just a couple months until number twelve, “The Royal Street Heist,” hits the shelves. How time fly’s! More about “The Royal Street Heist” later but for now I’d like to tell you about “Acting Out.” Let’s start off with the blurb:

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One very long tour of duty in Afghanistan and an honorable discharge from the USMC does nothing to help Elijah Preston’s job search. Living in a cheap motel in Quantico Virginia and nearly out of money, a chance meeting in a local Walmart with a man named Royce Mackey finally gives Eli hope for employment. Until…he learns the job description. Royce operates a gay military porn site and wants Eli as his next star. Desperate and broke, Eli accepts Royce’s offer and soon finds himself immersed in a strange new world.

Hamish Turner takes Eli under his wing and teaches him as much about Royce’s operation as he can and in the process the two become fast friends. After their first shoot together they realize there is a little more of a connection then either expected and a bond quickly develops. The two men decide to see where their mutual attraction takes them but things quickly get complicated when a crazed fan of Hamish’s, who picks up on the chemistry between he and Eli starts sending threatening letters demanding the scenes between the two men stop. Or else. The stress gets too much to handle and everything starts to crumble down around them.

 

 

 

So…when I began researching “Acting Out,” I spent hours upon hours doing research about the porn industry. I forced myself to watch snippets of a lot of hot guys getting it on. Such a tough job I have huh? But…I digress, that experience is a story for another time.  Anyway, now where was I? Oh yeah. Research.

But – the more websites I stumbled upon, the more intrigued I became. I’ve never been a porn watcher, not because I’m too much of a prude, but simply because I never really got into it. But…with that said, I perused over two dozen sites, many “military type” sites and I watched snippets of the free videos available to “looky loo’s” like me and to be blatantly honest, it was pretty apparent to this novice that only a few held true to the myth of “straight” guys having sex with other “straight” guys.

After narrowing it down to a few porn sites, because they seemed legitimate and because the guys did pre and post video interviews where I could gather information on their personalities, I bought trial memberships and settled in for a binge watch. What I saw amazed the hell out of me. They were actually real “straight” guys having gay sex with other “straight” guys. The thing that was so blatantly obvious was that these guys showed no emotion whatsoever. They were going through the motions, doing any and everything, but there was no real lust or affection between them. No noticeable connection between them at all. And…that got the old wheels a turning.

So I started previewing the many videos each of these sites had to offer, but more importantly, I listened intently and took lots of notes during the interviews. These guys talked about themselves and why they did what they did, but I was completely amazed at the camaraderie between the men. They all seemed to support one another and at the same time tease one another mercifully. With each interview I learned more and more about what made these men tick. Much to my surprise, many of them were married with small children and many had girlfriends. It was clear that they were doing what they had to do, at least partly to put food on the table, but I’m sure the large amounts of money didn’t hurt either. I later learned that the more they did, the more they got paid, a certain amount for on screen masturbation, more money for oral sex and even more money for anal sex.

Anyway I digress again.

So after gravitating to a couple of pretty talkative guys in particular, I watched every video for each of them. Sometimes together, sometimes with other guys, but I instantly like these two men and were drawn to them and their story. Or…at least what I could piece together from watching their interviews and putting together all the little tidbits they dropped during each interview. Alone they were just tidbits, but linked together the information painted a pretty clear picture. They seemed open and honest and genuinely humble. These are the two men who inspired my main characters, Elijah Preston and Hamish Turner.

Stay tuned for excerpts and chance to win a copy of Acting Out in the next post in a couple of hours.

XO

Scotty

EM’s winner from Spaghetti Western Release Party

September 18, 2014

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A huge thank you to everyone who stopped by to chat yesterday and everyone who bought a copy of my charity novella to help me support Family Builders and LGBTQ Foster kids. I’m thrilled with the response to my project. (If you missed it, please read this post).

$5 DSP Gift Certificate goes to Alex!  I will have the certificate sent to the email address you used when you commented here.

Please also check out the FREE READS on my website!

 

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Thank you for making Spaghetti Western a bestseller! It’s right in the middle at the DSP bestseller lists, and on Amazon top seller lists for Gay Romance all around the world. You are all awesome and I hope you’ll contact me and let me know what you thought of the book. (A review on Amazon, DSP site or Goodreads is also very much appreciated!)

If you haven’t friended me on Facebook, please do!  And make sure to let me know if you ordered Spaghetti Western on or before 9/17 at Dreamspinner so you can get your bonus story. More info here.

My blog tour continues at Smoocher’s Voice, Raine O’Tierney’s Hat Party and My Fiction Nook, so stop by and see what else is going there!

Happy Eating and Happy Reading,

–EM

 

This is me with BG Thomas at GRL in Atlanta.

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Did someone say prizes? Spaghetti Western Release Party @emlynley

September 17, 2014

It’s just not a release day party without some prizes, right?

So, while we’re celebrating the release of Spaghetti Western, you have several ways to win.

First, leave an answer to any of the questions on my posts today to win a $5 gift certificate from Dreamspinner Press. I’ll choose a winner after midnight so everyone who visits on Wednesday has a chance to win.

Second, I’m extending my special free bonus story offer for anyone who buys Spaghetti Western from Dreamspinner  Press today (Wed, 17 September). Here’s how to claim your free story. You must show proof of purchase today at DSP or through 9/16 at distributors.

Third, Rafflecopter!  

I love Rafflecopter giveaways. This time you can win this gorgeous horse pendant as well as some other nice prizes. (The Rafflecopter isn’t displaying properly here, so click the link or the horse to enter).

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Spaghetti Western

A Novel in the Delectable Series

Cordon Bleu-trained chef Riley Emerson arrives in Aspen, Colorado for a summer at the best restaurant in town, only to discover his jerk of a boyfriend has dumped him, leaving his heart and his plans in tatters. Doubting himself and longing for a change of pace, he takes a low-paying position at the Rocking Z guest ranch, though he expects nature up close and personal won’t hold a candle to his exciting Paris lifestyle.

When born-and-bred cattle rancher Colby Zane spots a newcomer being pawed at by a passel of horny cowboys at Aspen’s Club Rawhide, he rushes in, throws the guy over his shoulder, and rescues him. Sober, Riley Emerson is sweet and sexy, but not interested in more than a one-night stand. Still, Colby’s over the moon when Riley later arrives as the new cook on his family’s ranch.

But all’s not well at the Rocking Z. Unsurmountable financial problems force them to seek a cash infusion from outside investor Fitz Wellington. Fitz is hot for Colby, and he won’t sign on the dotted line without some very personal incentives. The future of the ranch is at stake, and Colby’s just that desperate, but saving the Z might mean losing Riley.

 

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 About EM Lynley

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EM Lynley writes gay erotic romance. She loves books where the hero gets the guy and the loving is 11 on a scale of 10. A Rainbow Award winner and EPIC finalist, EM has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she’d rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now.

She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others.

 

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