Until Dylan and Vin learn to trust each other, Dylan will have to face his fear and the growing threats alone. Fettered by Lyn Gala, available from Dreamspinner Press.
Dylan Carter has always played second fiddle to his perfect older brother, but now that brother is implicated in a terrible crime, and Dylan’s family is imploding. Dylan can’t hide anymore. Knowing he’s falling apart, he searches for something or someone to hold him together—and lands in a BDSM bar called the Stonewall.
Dylan doesn’t understand Miss Dolphinia, the hard-drinking queen who seems determined to play matchmaker. But more confusing is the way the powerful men in leather make him feel. In her wisdom, Miss Dolphinia sends Dylan off to a back room for his introduction to the world of erotic spankings and bondage.
Dylan’s teacher—for want of a better word—is the very dominant Vin Hauser. Vin likes to play hard, but he’s honest with himself—he knows all those men want is a strong hand, not a long-term relationship. Yet Vin can’t help but hope Dylan might be different.
With controversy over his brother’s sins stirring up danger around him, Dylan needs Vin’s support more than ever. But until he and Vin learn to trust each other, Dylan will have to face his fear and the growing threats alone.
Can Temar and Shan’s love survive the political battles to come? Desert World Rebirth by Lyn Gala, available from Dreamspinner Press.
New ambassadors Temar Gazer and Shan Polli stopped one disaster on Livre, but the battle isn’t over. Temar is still struggling to work through the abuse he suffered. Livre, too, is stuck: it could ally with the breakaway planets—risking strange and dangerous beliefs—or the older alliance, which offers human rights protections but seeks to control the planet. It’s a delicate balance, but they manage… until crisis takes Shan away from Temar.
It’s up to Temar to get them and their planet through the crisis safely. But just because he and Shan have chosen each other doesn’t mean their love is strong enough to survive when the stirring sands around them change.
Shepherd, Slave, and Vow by Lyn Gala
Bored with the privileges and duties of a member of the first family, Ferro finds himself in the slave tents as a consequence of his antics, knowing he’ll be rescued before long. At least, that’s the way it’s always worked before. This time, though, Ferro finds himself sold as a sheep-tender along with an intriguingly mysterious slave called Lysias. For the first time, Ferro’s met someone who seems immune to his wiles, and he’ll soon learn that Lysias has more to teach him than just shepherding.
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Length: Short story
Can Shan and Temar beat the slavery system and save their world? Desert World Allegiances by Lyn Gala, available from Dreamspinner Press.
Being condemned to slavery is a common enough occurrence on the desert planet of Livre, but this time, priest Shan Polli is determined to prevent the corrupt, soul-eating system from destroying one more life. Temar Grazer was sentenced for what amounted to a criminal prank—but Shan soon finds that the dangers extend far beyond Temar’s crime.
Caught between guilt and hope, Shan must find his true path in either the priesthood or in a man whose strength and survival defies the odds. Can the two men unravel a plot that threatens the entire world before Temar is broken by a system of slavery that has twisted out of control?
Can Pete and Carl keep each other safe on the run from the mob? Lines in the Sand (m/m) by Lyn Gala, available from Dreamspinner Press.
Three years ago, Carl Ragar turned on the mob. His conscience couldn’t handle the murder of an innocent bystander, and he had to turn his back on his mentor, Petroc “Pete” Barbu, a man he’d admired and lusted after. Pete made no apologies for his job as an enforcer, but he’d never planned to get himself or Carl involved in the murder of a reporter. When Carl turned state’s evidence, Pete couldn’t even pretend to be surprised.
Now Pete’s still on the run, and Carl is unceremoniously dumped out of witness protection. Two men tangled in their own pasts, they will have to face the shifting moral lines in the sand that drove them to make disastrous choices. Once Pete and Carl were partners who trusted each other with their lives—now they’re struggling to save their souls.
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Long, Lonely Howl by Lyn Gala is now available in eBook.
Although Casey Keller loves his life as a YMCA counselor, making a difference in the lives of inner-city kids, his personal life is a mess. He loves Adam, his live-in boyfriend, but he can’t deal with him. He misses Nathan, an old lover and current friend, but there’s a distance between them Casey can’t overcome. He’s starting to fear that he’s the one constantly ruining any chance he has for happiness. But life is about to change: a trip to the California mountains to escape the pressures of city life will introduce him to a world he never knew existed, where creatures out of mythology and fiction roam and men run in packs.
Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal, M/M/M
Length : Novella
With 31 entries, I felt so guilty about having 30 non-winners that I made my mother pick out of a hat. So… drumroll please…. the winner is Gabrielle!! I hope you enjoy the book. Email me with the email address you’ll be using to sign into the Dreamspinner website, and I’ll get you your free e-book.
I’ve had a blast tonight, and I will be answering comments tomorrow (after some sleep). So thank you guys for coming out, and remember, you can still get a signed copy of the paperback over at http://dreamspinnerpress.com/blog/2010/08/19/signed-copy-gathering-storm/
So I’ll see you guys tomorrow!
I still have a few hours of teaching left, so how about I introduce you to RJ… the plain-talking cock woman who hired Vinnie as a dancer/custodian. In the 70s, feminists told us to be proud of being women; RJ is proud of not wanting to be a woman, and she isn’t going to make her feelings fit society. It’s a little odd that people keep asking me for reassurance that Vinnie and RJ don’t have sex. They don’t. However, if they did have sex, she would be using a strap-on and bending him over a table, so it would be m/m sex… with a woman. RJ just breaks rules like that. So, I’ll be home in a few hours, and then the real fun can start.
–Lyn Gala, today’s virtual book signing author
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“Vinnie,” RJ greeted him, her feet sticking out from under the counter, so he was guessing that the beer hoses were acting up again.
“How are all my favorite pervs?” Vinnie greeted the room enthusiastically.
The bartender pointed at him with the towel. “Speak for yourself. I happen to be a very normal faggot.” Dan laughed at his own joke.
Vinnie laughed too. “You’d better watch the language in front of the boss.”
RJ’s only response was to reach out from under the counter and show them both her middle finger. Vinnie opened his mouth, right on the verge of saying something about how unladylike that was, but he liked his cock and balls still attached to his body, so he closed it without being a smart ass. “So, any big news tonight?” he asked instead. Dan was already pouring him a Coke.
“The toilet in the third stall keeps running.”
“Ah, but that is definitely boss-lady’s thing. I clean the toilets, and given my charm and good looks, that is clearly a waste of my considerable talents, but trust me, you do not want me touching anything mechanical.”
“After the mess you made out of the register tape, I can believe that.” Dan’s snort made his disgust clear, but Vinnie just smiled prettily, and the man shook his head, a grin already tugging at the edges of his lips.
RJ pulled herself out from under the counter, her shirt streaked with gunk that Vinnie just did not want to think about. “I still feel like putting you over my knee and spanking your bare ass for that mess.” Standing up, she wiped her hands on her jeans before testing the beer tap.
“Mmm. I’ve never turned down the offer of a good spanking,” Vinnie said. RJ’s narrow-eyed look sent him into full retreat, but he still managed to give her a little hip wiggle and a wink as he went. He might not have the genitals that she preferred, but if he had been a woman, he would have thrown himself at RJ and bared his ass. She scared him nearly as much as Charleston, and he liked scary.
“You’re going to get yourself into trouble, boy,” she warned. “Get the damn wall cleaned.” She turned and headed for the back, and Vinnie sighed as he faced his work for the evening. No wonder he was so bored that he was off spying on really hot ex-teachers.
Meet Vinnie. Vinnie is the main character on the front of the book. He’s feeling a little stupid because he got caught spying on Charleston. Actually, he should feel stupid. Getting arrested for stalking would not be fun, but Vinnie is an adult in body only. At twenty, lots of boys still have some growing up to do, and that’s Vinnie.
–Lyn Gala, today’s virtual book signing author
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“Hey, Tom. What’s hanging and how low?” Vinnie asked with a salacious eyebrow wiggle. Tom just shook his head and went inside. As the heavy service door drifted closed, Vinnie groaned at his own idiocy. Tom was one of the few dancers who definitely weren’t gay or even bisexual, so he was probably not the one to make low-hanging testicle jokes with. Damn it. Vinnie was totally off his game today, and he could not get back on it.
Leaning over the metal railing around the low stairs, Vinnie prepared to beat the erasers together when the bar’s cat came wandering down the alley, hunting or patrolling or whatever he did when he wasn’t getting spoiled by the cook who left scraps for it outside the kitchen doors. Vinnie pounded the erasers together, and a pastel cloud of chalk dust rose into the air. Whites and pinks and yellows swirled together before they slowly settled toward earth. The leading edge caught the cat’s shoulder, and the animal darted forward, scattering the rest of the cloud with his tail; however, a long streak of pink was left along the animal’s black flank. The cat gave Vinnie a yellow-eyed stare and then strutted past, feigning indifference to the pink chalk that dusted its coat. Vinnie could practically hear the animal accuse humans of being juvenile.
“Nope, not humans, just me,” Vinnie confessed. He watched the cat vanish behind the dumpster with an angry tail twitch. “Just me.” Gaying up the cat with a little pink dust was nothing compared to this afternoon’s escapades.
What if Charleston contacted his father? The school would have that contact information; after all, his father hadn’t moved his fat ass in over forty years, so he sure as hell hadn’t moved in the last three. No, the old man would only move if forced, and if Vinnie’s mother hadn’t been enough to shame him into moving, Vinnie doing a runner sure as hell wouldn’t.
Turning his back to the rail, Vinnie leaned back and wondered if he shouldn’t call his mother and check to see if that bridge was still open and ready for him to make a full retreat. While he hadn’t seen her in close to fifteen years, she took his collect calls. She cared… in her own drunken way. Then again, after being married to Vinnie’s father, the woman deserved to indulge a little. Richard Martello had married her, humiliated her, driven her into the bottle, and then divorced her without sharing one cent of his many millions.
Family trust money was not actually owned by family members—only held in trust. Vinnie remembered his father coming home from court and bragging about that bit of legal maneuvering that had left Vinnie’s mom penniless and homeless. His father had celebrated that night, and a couple of very well-endowed women had been happy to help him spend the money that Richard had not been forced to turn over to his ex-wife.
If Charleston called his father, Vinnie’s whole life just might unravel in a series of angry accusations and blackmail. If his father couldn’t control Vinnie’s life, he’d ruin it, and Vinnie didn’t have a whole of doubt on that front. Shit. He never should have taken such a risk. His mom would take him in and give him a home, if by home he was willing to accept a musky and ready-to-be-condemned apartment in the worst part of Fort Worth. Vinnie liked his life here. He liked dancing for men. He loved the look of lust that came into men’s faces when they saw Vinnie on stage.
And he’d risked it all. For what? Vinnie felt a wave of self-loathing. He’d risked everything to indulge in a stupid fantasy about a man who was probably straight as a fucking ruler. Even worse, his cock was hardening even now at the very memory. Charleston’s blue-gray eyes captured him for that one moment, and Vinnie was just pathetic enough that one second of life caught in that stare was worth all the risk.
“RJ’s right,” Vinnie said softly to the universe at large, “I am so headed for a fall.” But sadly, Vinnie had no idea how he was supposed to avoid hitting the ground at full speed. In fact, he was already falling, and catching himself midair… well, the cat might be able to do that, but Vinnie had always been more for falling on his ass and then charming everyone with a smile to convince them it hadn’t hurt at all.
I’ll be doing a give-away later, but for now, here’s Charleston… the teacher who Vinnie fell for when he was in military school. Fast forward a couple of years, and Vinnie is still spying on/lusting for the man. If someone were to make a movie, this is the guy I would want to play Charleston: http://www.silverfeast.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/matt_riedy.jpg. In fact, check out the entire silverfeast blog. Woof. Those are some hot men.
–Lyn Gala, today’s virtual book signing author
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Commander Joshua Sawyer Charleston. He was wearing shorts today, the summer heat beating down so that his shirt was already showing the first signs of sweat stains, and Vinnie groaned. Oh god. This was so worth risking getting arrested. Charleston ran at a steady pace beside the pack of students, his long legs hitting stride while younger ones scrambled to keep up.
Vinnie couldn’t decide why he was so obsessed with the man, but the very sight of his gray hair and his strong body made Vinnie start to harden. The others whispered that he’d been a war hero—some sort of special forces or sniper, and Vinnie could believe that rumor. Charleston moved with power, without doubt, without fear. When the headmaster had walked in, and every other academy instructor had gone stiff with either respectful fear or fearful respect, Charleston had simply looked over with a lazy gaze before going right back to counting off the pushups he’d ordered Vinnie to do.
Fuck. Charleston did love giving orders. He had certainly loved giving Vinnie orders, and Vinnie had been shocked to find that he actually reveled in getting ordered around. For seventeen years, his father had tried ordering Vinnie to stop fucking up, ordering him to stop torturing nannies or soon-to-be stepmothers or soon-to-be ex-stepmothers. It turned out that Vinnie wasn’t particularly good at orders until it was Charleston with his ice-cold gaze ordering him to hit the ground and keep doing pushups until he was permitted to stop or until his arms fell out of their sockets.
Vinnie stroked his thumb along his cock and groaned. Charleston was staring straight ahead, his gray hair streaked with the last remains of black that refused to fade away. That was the perfect metaphor for Charleston. He was just too stubborn to yield, even to time. His body certainly hadn’t yielded. It was hard, curving muscle, and as the company jogged closer, Vinnie could see the way Charleston’s body shone with sweat. He imagined his hand sliding over the smooth flesh and Charleston smiling at him with that odd, crooked smile that always looked just a little sarcastic. Charleston would reach out and grab the invading hand. Maybe he would pin Vinnie against some wall with his body, or maybe he would twist Vinnie’s arm around and slip his other arm around Vinnie’s neck, trapping him.
Vinnie’s cock was hard now, hard and hot and ready to come, but Vinnie denied it. Permission denied, he told himself with a low chuckle. Instead, he slowed his strokes, torturing himself as the group jogged closer. The path was a good fifty yards from Vinnie’s tree; he’d chosen it for its safe distance as much as for the view, but every time Charleston brought his company to that bend in the path closest to the tree, fear added its own spice to his lust.
What if Charleston caught him? Would the man remember him as the punk recruit he had taken in hand his first year here? Had Vinnie become one more faceless student who had taken a little more discipline than the others to bring into line?
That was a fear Vinnie always pushed to the side as fast as he could. He didn’t want to be invisible, not to Charleston. He’d rather have the man hate him than forget him. He wanted to believe that Charleston had truly seen him every time the man had ordered him to do pushups in the center square or do pull-ups until his shoulders screamed with pain or ordered him to run the obstacle course in the pouring rain. He’d endured all that just to get one look of respect from those storm-gray eyes Charleston had. Some days he’d even earned it.
Vinnie couldn’t control his breathing anymore. He gasped for air, gulping it hungrily as his lust rose up around him, uncontrollable and uncontrolled. Oh God, he wanted to come. Fuck. If he could only come. However, Vinnie had never been a quiet fuck. He cried out, shouted, flailed and fucking sang soprano if his partner was good enough. Right now, his body was tingling and his cock aching so bad that he felt on a knife-edge, ready to come with a fucking scream, and if he did that, Charleston would see him… would know. But he had to come. Vinnie clung to the last of his control, his arms shaking. The last cadet jogged out of sight, and Vinnie devoured his last look at Charleston.
Then, without warning, Charleston turned and storm-gray eyes found Vinnie, pinned him to the tree as neatly as a butterfly pinned to a collector’s page. Vinnie cried out, coming all over his hand and his shorts in a burst of need so strong that it wiped away all common sense and fear. One eyebrow twitched up, and that half-sarcastic, twisted grin graced Charleston’s face for just one second, and then, it was like nothing had happened. Charleston turned and headed down the path, running double-time to catch up with the others, and Vinnie was left, panting and clinging to the tree-limb and still lost in that gray storm.