In the Heat of Summer...

What better way to cool down than Cazwell and his Ice Cream Truck?

How's that working out for you? Still feel the heat? Hmm...

How about checking out my latest release, Trey #3. Maybe this m/m/m menage will help take the edge off. Maybe.

Trey #3 by Bryl R. Tyne

Noble Romance Publishing
Genre: Action/Thriller

Length: Novella

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Trey wants his job.

Drew wants Trey.

Travon wants them both, but must avoid the law.

When boyfriend Drew and twice a month fuck buddy Travon decide to go in together on a local Las Cruces pawnshop heist, neither expects to find Trey working behind the counter. Funny, both Drew and Travon figured the accountant-degree-holding Trey to be a safe bet. Both are fiercely protective. None expected to meet.

With the loot bagged, the ironic love triangle exposed, and the cops on the way, what's there to do but drag Trey along for the ride?

Trey discovers sometimes choosing between the lesser of two evils is all but impossible.

That didn't work either? Guess I'm losing my touch...

Maybe next time.

Happy HOT Summer!

Bryl R. Tyne is a wrangler by nature and a writer by choice, published with Noble Romance Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Dreamspinner Press, STARbooks Press, Untreed Reads Publishing, and Changeling Press.You can find out more about Bryl at: bryltyne.com

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All in the Family

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Playing the Fields

Summer time is when the minds of young men turn to... SPORTS!


Here's three books involving some amazing athletes, from

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Something About Trevor

by

Drew Hunt

Paul Harrison is completely straight. His house will not flood again. And gay men don’t play cricket. Eventually Paul will find out just how incorrect these preconceived notions are.

When the river overflows its banks, Paul is forced to find temporary accommodation. The only practical suggestion comes from Trevor, an out and proud work colleague. Despite Paul’s hesitancy regarding Trevor’s offer of hospitality, he accepts and soon grows to admire Trevor, his humanity, his determination, and his abilities with a cricket ball.

In order to protect his fragile emotions, Trevor keeps people at a distance by wearing gaudy clothing and behaving outrageously. He had no way of knowing that doing the right thing by offering Paul his spare room will lead to such a big change in his life.

A tenuous connection develops between the two men. But misunderstandings and in-born prejudices threaten to derail their growing friendship. Things get even more complicated when Gary, Trevor’s ex-lover, shows up.

Can Trevor learn to trust again? Will Paul listen to his heart and discover that, despite first impressions, there’s just something about Trevor he can’t deny?

Capping The Season
by

Ryan Field

Hunter’s sex appeal came in that innocent way dark, rough men always seem to notice. About five eleven, with blond hair and large blue eyes; a slim body frame enhanced by working out in the basement with free weights and push ups. Though his arms weren’t particularly large, his chest muscles responded to bench presses and push ups to the point where they rounded and popped like unbreakable ostrich egg shells sliced directly in half. But most men noticed one thing first: his round ass, a protruding cushion begging to be pounded and slapped and plugged.

 

The landscaping guys, always on the down low, would furtively watch while he pruned and trimmed hedges, parading his naked torso, sometimes pulling the sheer shorts so far below his waist half the crack of his smooth ass could be seen. Though it didn’t happen often (most of the time this was just a show), when Hunter noticed one of the guys seriously watching, he’d gradually arch his back, stretch his arms and then nod toward the garden shed. The guy would follow him to a private place behind the shed, where Hunter would slip off his shorts and lay face down on a pile of mulch. He’d then spread his legs wide, arch his back so his engaging ass would be in the air, and the guy would pull down his zipper for a quick afternoon fuck. In a white enamel pail with chips around the rim, Hunter kept lube and a full supply of condoms. Once, on a rare, unforgettable afternoon, when four Spanish speaking studs had been drinking too much beer on the job, Hunter spread his legs and arched his back while all four took turns nailing him into the mulch pile. It took a week for the reddish hand prints, where they’d squeezed his supple ass so hard, to disappear.

 

Though he’d miss the summertime romps and capping off the baseball season with the landscaping boys, living a mortgage-free life was far more exciting. The new town house, in an exclusive community of only thirty large units, had year round landscapers included in the monthly community fees. Hunter would never have to push a lawn mower, dig with a shovel or rake a leaf again. He wouldn’t have to work out at home in the basement anymore either; he could now afford to join a gym like all his friends, where he’d prance around naked in the locker room for men who were just as horny (and dirty) as the landscaping guys. He also portended he’d be able to distract at least a few of the guys who landscaped in the new town house community, too, by walking around on his rear deck in nothing but a short towel.

 

 

Power Play
by

J.M. Snyder

Ryan Talonovich is the star of his college hockey team, until an accident during practice leaves him confined to a wheelchair. The doctors say he'll walk again but a new season is already underway and he's been replaced on the team, which leaves him feeling alone and betrayed. What's the use of fighting to get back on the ice now?

 

Then he meets Dante Espinosa, a short track skater on the city's speed skating club. Though he has to work overtime to afford his sport, Dante is hell on ice, and dreams of making the cut on the U.S. Olympic Speedskating Team.

 

Their love of the ice brings them together, but too many obstacles stand in their way: Ryan's struggle with therapy. The memory of Dante's first boyfriend. Lack of funding to the event, Dante's harassing boss, a skating friend in love with him, and Wil Dietrich, who will do anything to win.

 

You ain't old, Ed. You just need to get laid...

Ed's boss seems to think so, anyway.  Don't let her opinion fool you, though. Ed's never had a problem getting what he's wanted. His problem is accepting what he gets, which in May Day, happens to be a sip from the fountain of sordid youth--two youths, to be exact. Young or 39-and-holding, you'll enjoy my latest erotic romance, May Day, available at Changeling Press.




May Day
by Bryl R. Tyne
cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-452-8

Book Summary His forty-ninth birthday approaching, Ed is expecting nothing more than his usual stiff drink and an anonymous fuck in the back room of Yancy's Crossings. What he never expected was to be picked up by two college students and taken for a ride that would change his life forever.
Purchase May Day here.

Twilight's Last Gleaming

Twilight might be a visual feast, but reading vampire erotica can stimulate for countless moons to come. 1EroticaEbooks has got the vampires you're looking for, and here are three picks for our weekly sizzlers. Click title links for info and excerpts.

Vampires of Prague

by

Elliott Mabeuse

Naked from the waist up, she was aware only of his eyes now, and of something he saw inside her, of a part of her she’d always been dimly aware of but that now lit up so that it obscured something else. It was a secret of hers—something her grandmother had told her, and she felt it now under the vampire’s eyes with starling clarity, a memory from twenty years ago. She smelled the old woman’s powder, saw the fussy wallpaper in the room, and felt once again a child’s frightened and impatient emotions as her grandmother pressed something into her hands, and told her to keep it, keep it and learn it. Remember it, for it was hers, only hers. And she had, and now Szandor was here for it. It had been real and her grandmother had been right. Szandor was here for it and she had it for him, waiting, waiting all these years…

And then it was gone and Szandor Arnyak had her in his arms, his hands at the belt of her skirt.

Oh God, Szandor wait! I can’t just do it like this! Like an animal, like a common whore. There has to be some respect, some tenderness—”

But he wasn't listening. He had her skirt open, the belt, the zipper in the back, the top pushed down, For his size and his power he worked with incredible grace and finesse, his fingers barely touching her, and with a deft sweep of his hand, her skirt and slip were gone and she was lying there on the sunken bed in stockings, panties and garters, still arguing with him though the conversation had long since been decided.

No, he said finally, silencing her. He stared directly into her eyes, and his eyes were glowing. “For this you are my whore, Lydia. You are precisely a whore for me!”

Soul Kiss: The Confessions Of A Homoerotic Vampire

by

Alexander Renault

Cuthbert is an immortal, gay, and sexually ravenous member of the undead.

Historically accurate, Soul Kiss tells an enthralling story set against backdrops of differing cultures from ancient Egypt to the Greco-Roman era, from medieval Cornwall to Civil War Philadelphia, as Cuthbert searches for identity through erotic pleasure. From musings on existential questioning to the value of immortality itself, Renault guides his reader through a gripping maze of passion, lust, and sexual obsession. The tale of Cuthbert’s journey ends in modern America at a dwelling on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean. After a series of emotionally empty sexual encounters, Cuthbert must face the truth of what he has for so long been searching -- who he is and what it means to be both gay and immortal. The renowned contemporary poet Antler says Alexander Renault's work shows a "heightened eros awareness." We think you'll agree.

The Ascension
by

Max Griffin

Gabe can't keep up with his lover, Luke. Athletic and driven, Luke planned their holiday camping on Slain's Peak. Gabe, sensitive and quiet, hoped for a week of hot sex under the stars. But nothing on the vacation turns out as intended. From Gabe's hidden drug use, to an unexpected snowstorm, to a sudden illness that befalls Luke, it's a disaster. When all seems lost, a mystery man appears from nowhere and rescues the two, leading them to his home in the depths of the mountain. That's when the dark mysteries lurking in Slain's Peak surface, and everything changes forever for the two lovers.

Let's Play the Ponies

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Written Expressions of Erotica

This week, 1EroticaEbooks.com welcomes a publisher of tantalizing tales teeming with sexy characters who demand attention. Three picks from Written Expressions. Click title links to see books and excerpts.

Strip Club

Ana Star

For their second anniversary of being together, Alex takes Dahlia to a strip club named Liquid Gold. There they meet Lolita, a beautiful brunette dancer who ignites their sexual desires and passion for one another. Will they leave satisfied or beg for more?



Red Ridin'

Milena Gomez


Erotic Fairytales

Tomboy Priscilla, better known as Little Red, wants to break free. She's not so little anymore and she wants to experience pleasures unknown to her.

Matt Wolf wants one thing and one thing only. He wants Little Red in his bed and he knows how to get it, even though he'd failed to do so.

Jason Hunter knows that protecting Little Red is something he was born to do, even without Little Red's consent or her grandmother's endless plea to protect her, he would always do so. But when Little Red proves to have other plans for Wolf and him, things get complicated and Hunter cannot seem to say no to her advances.

One woman, two men. One hot tale of ridin' men.



Tempting The Dom [Sex Stones: April-Diamond]

Dakota Trace

Sex Stones


The ink on Adalia Diamonte's private investigator license is barely dry when world renowned jeweler, Bathilda Schmidt hires her. Bathilda wants her to find a ‘one of a kind’ marquise diamond ring which has gone missing. Addie's excited about her first job until she finds out the man suspected of taking it is none other than Domhnall "Dom" O'Shanahan. Her past with the sensual and demanding Dom had her fleeing his side. Not because he scared her - because she had wanted him with every fiber of her being – but because he demanded that she give herself to him – mind, body & soul.

Dom knew what he wanted and he wasn't above using his friend Bathilda to get exactly what he wanted. He's tired of Addie running from him. When she sneaks into his mansion wearing a harem girl costume with a local belly dancer group, his lust is aroused and he sets out to make their reunion a reality. But this time he won't let her fears keep her from giving herself to him.


Jasper says, "A triple-play of spring offerings at summer temperatures."

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The poor guardian angel Zagzagel. Every time he thinks he’s making progress getting his charges to accept who they are and what they want out of life one of them goes off the deep end.

In this, the third Diary entry, Zagzagel’s got his hands full again. 

This time around, his charge is having to deal with an overly-religious father, fears of going to Hell and his growing attraction to his roommate. All of this can add up to a lot of pressure on a person, and Zagzagel soon finds his charge is looking to fix the situation in a manner that’s sure to make Big Papa mighty upset. Things are looking desperate indeed…
 
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Sausage King Smart

I suppose it's easy to poke fun at Jimmy Dean and his overblown, down-home, cornball image. Since his death on Sunday, there's been plenty of snide remarks all over the web, but the way I see it, he was none of those things.

Consider this: Jimmy Dean took a rather average singing voice, parlayed it into a five-week chart-topper, which led to his own network television show and movie roles, which led to his building a million-dollar food empire. Not bad for a cornball, eh?

Here's a mini-biography, courtesy of David Hinckley at the New York Daily News, as is the photo.

His first pop recordings, in 1957, included "Little Sandy Sleighfoot," a touching Christmas story about an elf who was 4 feet tall with feet that were 3 feet 3 inches long.

The other elves made fun of him, naturally, until he discovered he could ski without skis. So the night the stable burned, he was able to race down the hill and save the reindeer.

It wasn't a big hit. It was a great template.

Four years later Dean's moment finally came around: "Big Bad John," a No. 1 hit for five weeks in late 1961.

Big Bad John, for those born too late to remember, was a mysterious miner who "stood 6 foot 6, weighed 245." No one knew much about him until the day the mine shaft collapsed, trapping 21 men underground. Everyone else started crying. John "grabbed a sagging timber, gave out with a groan, and like a giant oak tree just stood there alone." And then?

"Twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave and now there's only one left down there to save -- Big John."

That, alas, didn't happen. But the survivors did place a marble stone in front of "that worthless pit" and it read, "At the bottom of this mine lies a big, big man -- Big John."

Admit it. There's a lump in your throat.

Nor did Dean stop there.

His follow-up was "Dear Ivan," a melodramatic recitation set to the tune for "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." It called on his Russian counterpart to recognize how much the average person of the U.S. and the Soviet Union really shared, despite the tensions of the Cold War.

A year later he recorded "P.T. 109," a romantic account of the World War II drama of then-President John F. Kennedy.

Then in 1976 he returned with "I.O.U.," a recitation thanking his mother, and mothers everywhere.

He never had a hit to match "Big Bad John." He didn't have to. That song raised his profile high enough for ABC to give him a variety show, which in turn enabled him to launch the restaurants and the sausage.

Nor did we begrudge him any of it. He made it all look as easy as shucking corn.


My final note: shucking corn isn't easy, and I admire Jimmy Dean for his over-achieving accomplishments.

Yours truly,
Jack (for Jasper) McCutcheon

Femdom Festival at 1EroticaEbooks

Foaming at the mouth over ferocious females, I feel no guilt fawning over the fully-stocked files of femdom fiction featured at 1EroticaEbooks.

For real, they are quickly becoming THE PLACE to find not only the latest, but the best e-books on the web for femdom stories, and their collection of offerings grows daily. So, for this week's selection of triple-digit sizzlers, I asked the webmasters at 1Erotica to suggest three titles involving the most alluring, most sexily-dominant female characters they could come up with. Click title links to view covers, read excerpts and see if you agree.

His Secret Self

by

Alex Jordaine

Mark Wright is living a lie. A closet submissive, he feels unable to reveal his secret self to his wife Lauren for fear it might destroy their relationship. Instead he visits a professional dominatrix, Mistress Simone, who caters expertly to his masochistic needs. But Lauren has her own dark secret. She is having a clandestine affair with a business client, Sam Lowell. When she leaves her husband for Sam, Mark's life spirals out of control. He develops a drink problem, which leads to him being sacked from his high-flying job. As he struggles to rebuild his shattered life he dreams desperately of somehow getting Lauren to return to him.

All the cards seem to be stacked against Mark ever getting Lauren back until she discovers Sam has been doing behind her back exactly what she'd once done to her husband, and she walks out on him. She gets back in touch with Mark who finally finds the courage to admit to her he's a masochist. This leads to Lauren embarking on a personal voyage of discovery during which she at last discovers her own true self. From that point on the tension becomes almost unbearable as the story builds towards its unforgettable conclusion.

Warning: This title contains graphic language, anal sex, domination, bondage, and sadomasochism.

Female Whips 'n Kisses

by

Dr Jane Foxx

Cassandra’s black, thigh-high boots clicked their noisy way across the floor as she moved the wooden stool to a new position. The tethered male groaned softly.

Cassandra sat comfortably again, wiggling her curvy bottom into place, and hissed, "Let's see if I can find those ultra-sensitive testicles of yours! I'm sure a little prolonged, judicious squeezing will make you pay better attention to me! Hold still until “Mommy” gets a proper handful, and then you can squirm and wiggle that cute little ass all you want. Ha ha!"

I saw Cassandra's right hand move slowly upward from between the rear of the male's naked thighs, and then she grasped tenaciously. Cassandra chuckled with satisfaction as her subject winced sharply on contact.

"Yes!" She grinned sadistically. "There's your plump little darlings! You didn't think you could hide them from me, did you?"

High Heels in the Library

by

SJ Barellstalk

Tommy Watkins is teased, denied, milked and disciplined by the pretty women of Svenmehr College, an all women's school. Tommy cannot resist the high heels, slender legs, and short skirts of the pretty students at the College. The female teasing is real, erotic, sensual and creative. Tommy's masculine urges result in his getting into plenty of trouble and receiving plenty of appropriate punishment and discipline. The women teach him to be polite and chaste in a female world after they have teased and denied him almost into insanity.

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Don't know about you, but I am cowering before these evil goddesses already. I only hope they feel these descriptions do them justice.

Yours truly,

Jack (for Jasper) McCutcheon

BLOOD ON THE BIAS ~ NOSFERATU ILLUME

Excerpt from LOVE ON THE BIAS: BOOK #2 OF THE DRAQUAL VAMPYRE CHRONICLES by WILLIAM MALTESE:

I scraped his tanned neck with my needle-sharp fangs, careful not to break the skin. I closed my lips over his vulnerable jugular and felt the tempting pulse of his life’s blood beckoning to me. I kissed that very spot and made move to get up, leave him, and, thus, avoid all temptation, as well as the sun soon to flood his bedroom.

He reached out, forcefully pulled me back down with and over him, our hard masculine bodies aligned in full dual nakedness. His large and powerful hands ran their fingers up my arms, over my cheeks, into my hair, at each of my temples, to clamp down hard amongst the silky strands and lock my face into position directly over his.

“What if I could make it happen that you never had to leave me at dawn, ever again?” he asked.

I only-if smiled and said, “If pigs could fly and cabbages were kings.”

“I saw a pig fly once,” he said. “At university. Catapulted by us college boys across an entire field by means of a rubber sling.”

“And have you seen cabbages wear crowns and sit imperial thrones?” There are things in this universe possible, like flying pigs; there are things impossible, like me ever again experiencing the light of day.

“I’ll tell you what I have seen,” he said, still muscling me firmly atop him, his intense gaze still seriously locked with mine. “A long-forgotten family journal, heavy with dust, and long-gone mealy with neglect, that describes a confrontation between a long-ago ancestor of mine with one of your kind who actually walked the day.”

“Impossible!” I said. “There would have been rumors, legend … something.”

“Before yours was wooden-staked, before his lair and he were put to the flames, his secret was found and saved — his recipe for candle, chocolate wafer, chant, and aromatic scent — Nosferatu Illume — to make his day-walking possible. Will you mix wax, eat chocolate, say the chant, and dab your wrist with scent?”

Had the moment finally arrived, then, when his family’s long and ancient history of killing vampires, not loving us, kicked in; this, his final, fatal trap inherently being laid by him for me? If so, he played this vampire very well, indeed, having loved from me, in the bedroom, in our many torrid embraces, that which I desired, besides him, the very most within my very undead existence.

Exclusively From the Vampyres Draqual and Candle Artist Jfay


NOSFERATU ILLUME


Used by Vlad Draqual in a secret ceremony to enable him to walk in the light of day, NOSFERATU ILLUME is a very dark and beautiful aroma of Rich Chocolate, Exotic Amber, as well as other "secret" ingredients known only by the Draqual Vampires and shared only with Candle Artist Jfay to mix this special potion.

But now you too can enjoy the secret potion for yourself ~





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The Potion Necklaces and Vials are adorned in Black and Red and feature a Gothic Star Charm. (Necklace is 24" and complete with fastener.) Coffin Boxes are available for purchase with your Potion.

Be sure to read the Draqual Vampire Chronicles Book 1: SUCKS! as you await the arrival of Book 2: BLOOD ON THE BIAS due out in 2011.






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A one-thousand year old, handsome, and sexy vampyre's much-in-demand blood-splattered fashion-line is strutted by blood-splattered models on blood-splattered runways in the blood-splattered abattoirs, slaughter houses, and butcher shops of the world ... as his own blood-line makes Vladymyr Draqual beloved and hated by the most powerful members of his kind.

SUCKS!
Book #1 of The Draqual Vampyre Chronicles
William Maltese

1EroticaEbooks Triple-Digit Sizzlers 6-2-10

As promised, here's three hot reads for the week. Click on the title links to see cover pics and read excerpts.

Strapped Tight

by

Habu

As told through the weekend encounters of an obsessive young businessman, Strapped Tight provides an unabashed glimpse into the compulsive cycle of domination and fulfilled arousal of gay male coupling in the fetish-driven world of bondage. Here nonviolent, consensual sexual pleasure is attained from dominator control, the tight squeeze, and strapped entrapment and taking.

Mastering Stefan

by

J.M. Snyder

Three years and Stefan's yet to find that certain someone who can take him to the precipice of lust, dangle him over the abyss, and shove him headlong into the darkness of his own desire. Someone who drives him to the edge but won't let him fall. Someone he can trust completely, body and soul, someone he can lose himself in. When a local gay bar called the Code hosts a fetish night, Stefan goes looking to be conquered.

There Stefan meets the man of his dreams, known only as Master. But when put to the test, can he prove himself worthy of such a man?

Heart of Submission

by

Claire Thompson

When Kate attends a BDSM weekend in the city, she falls too far, too fast, into an erotic submission that threatens to blow her safe little world apart. When the possibility of a loving exchange of power presents itself, will Kate find her way to the heart of submission?

There they are. Did I mix it up okay? Two M/m; one F/m and plenty of the best letters, BDSM, to kink up the works. Can your hand-helds handle it?

Yours truly,

Jack (for Jasper) McCutcheon

Free Read McCutcheon

Do you like free erotic stories? I figured as much. Try this one out exclusively at

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See what happens when mom and dad ship off their youngest to freshman year of college. See what mom does to dad once the house is theirs. See if he can still perform for her like the bound super-stud he was back when they first married.

If you've read any of my Jasper books before, or listened to any of the Jasper audios, you probably know the answer. As for the details, they're free for the taking in several electronic formats, told in about 3100 words.

Yours truly,
Jack (for Jasper) McCutcheon

Hyper Erotic Electronic

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Jasper Time Again

Little by little, I'm refocusing attention to the long-neglected Jasper side of my writing.

First order of business was to make this book, The Crux of It, Erotic Tales of Men on the Cross and the Women Who Put Them There, previously available in print paperback only, into a Kindle offering at Amazon. Three stories totaling approximately 41,000 words tell tales of male crucifixion, the erotic kind, one set in ancient Rome, one in the American West of 1880, and one just some place and time I made up so I could hang men and women on crosses for their tongue baths.

Oh, the pain and pleasure of it!

You can see the Kindle version at Amazon HERE The Crux of It

There are text excerpts and audio readings by Jasper himself at the Jardonn's Erotic Tales.com web site HERE

Want another taste? Try this snippet from The Banquet, and read of a retired Roman gladiator who knows how to entertain his master's guests.

With a violent yank of my arms I break free the grasps of my guards. I charge toward the tables where terrified and clueless guests scramble to escape my path. My eyes are wild with madness, the look of a killer. My fists are clenched, muscles flexed, as I kick a table and send all of its contents flying through the air. I move to another, kicking and screaming, but as I streak toward my third targeted table, the goblet of Tacitus conks the back of my head. I stop in my tracks. I wobble, and I fall to the floor face down and unconscious.

"Tacitus! Tacitus! Hail, the mighty Tacitus!" they exhalt. "You saved us all from certain death."

Certainly, he did. Our script says so. Brass to skull produces a convincing thud, followed by an harmonious ringing. On and on they praise him, as I lay motionless, pretending not to hear. Once again, the guards take hold my arms, drag my limp carcass toward the mouth of Scipio, where nearby lays the cross, waiting for me.


"Bind him!" sneers Livilla, and her guards sprawl me atop the wooden t. My arms are stretched as I continue my feigned slumber, each of my wrists roped to the patibulum crossbeam. Nothing is done with my ankles, my heels rest on the floor at either side of the stipes. Livilla's trick, perfected with me as her experimental subject, her clever design coming into play once I become vertical. But for now, "Come, ladies," she invites. "We must torment him before his real torture can begin."

Torment, torture, my cue for responding to tongues. I awaken, look to my left and right where ropes bind wrists. I raise my head, observe my chest, my bondage causing its expansion. Two females here, licking me, kissing me on my ribs, my sternum, into my stretched-wide-open arm pits. Beyond them are two more, working my stomach, working my belly. Past them are two more, working my thighs, knees and shins. Guards grasp my ankles, pin them to the floor while stretching my legs, and I groan, I resist, I make attempts to break free. Every muscle is flexed, arms straining, chest rising, belly flattening. I arch my back, growl and grunt in low-toned, masculine sounds of defiance. My exhibition heightens their pleasure. Six females froth at the mouths, their frenzied tongues licking and hungry lips sucking and manipulating hands rubbing me will drive me to madness, drive me to the brink of orgasm, an under-the-loincloth and unattended waste of my seed. But Livilla knows me well. She knows my limits. Knows my nuts are on the verge of ignoring my brain and she shouts, "Enough!"

Get the picture? Gladiator's all riled up and they haven't even raised the cross... yet.
 
At the end of this three-story book there's an added bonus called Uncle Jasper's Quick Guide to Proper Bedroom Etiquette, a how-to on femdom / hero worship action without all the high-priced equipment.
 
That's enough of my Jasper McCutcheon ass-kissing for now.
 
Yours truly,
Jack McCutcheon

National Leather Association

WINNERS ANNOUNCED FOR NLA-I WRITING AWARDS

Because SM-BD excites Jardonn and Jasper, and because one of our frothing authors, James Buchanan, got a nod from this high-profile organization, I'm spreading the news.

(Columbus, OH) -- National Leather Association: International, a leading organization for activists in the pansexual leather community, announced the 2009 winners of its annual awards for excellence in SM/leather/fetish writing at its Annual General Meeting at Tribal Fire in Oklahoma City, OK on 2 May 2010.

The winner of the Cynthia Slater Non-fiction Article Award is Gloria Brame, "Transformation and Transcendence in BDSM," which appeared in *Filthy Gorgeous Things, *July 2009, the "Force" issue (available at: http://filthygorgeousthings.com/) in which Brame presented fresh insights on an old topic. Jeff Mann's "How to be a Country Leather Bear," which appeared in Richard Labonté and Lawrence Schimel (eds.), *Second Person Queer: Who You Are (So Far),* published by* *Arsenal Pulp Press, received the honorable mention.

The winner of the Geoff Mains Non-fiction Book Award is *Ask the Man Who Owns Him: The Real Lives of Gay Masters and slaves *(Perfectbound Press), in which david stein and collaborator David Schachter explore Master/slave relationships through the experiences of several successful couples. The honorable mention went to The Two Knotty Boys for *Two Knotty Boys Back on the Ropes* (Green Candy), a superb follow-up to their previous book on rope bondage, *Two Knotty Boys Showing You the Ropes* (Green Candy, 2006).

The winner of the Pauline Reage Novel Award is Claire Thompson for *Submission Times Two *(Romance Unbound), which chronicles the search by two submissive men for a shared master and the three-way relationship that ensues.

The honorable mention went to James Buchanan for *Hard Fall *(MLR Press),* *which explores a man's struggle to reconcile his religious faith with his sexual identity and interest in SM activities while he investigates a mysterious death.



The winner of the Anthology Award is *Like a Thorn: An Anthology of BDSM Fairy Tales* (Circlet Press)*,* a superb collection of stories assembled by editors Cecilia Tan and Sarah Desautels. Each story revisits an old fairy tale and retells it with a dark, erotic twist. The honorable mention went to Rachel Kramer Bussel for *Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories* (Cleis Press), a diverse collection of twenty stories that approach spanking from every conceivable angle.

The winner of the John Preston Short Fiction Award is Kieran Wyn Dewhurst for "The Last Mistress of the Chatelaine," which appeared in Cecilia Tan and Sarah Desautels (eds.), *Like a Thorn: An Anthology of BDSM Fairy Tales*(Circlet Press). A dark, erotic story like the others in the collection, it presents a delightful twist in a hot, engaging SM story. The honorable mention went to Jack Fritscher's "Goodbye Saigon," a great tale of rough trade that appeared in Phillip Mackenzie, Jr. (ed.), *Special Forces: Gay
Military Erotica* (Cleis Press).

Nominations for the 2010 awards will open later this year.

Congratulations to all the authors, and particularly to James Buchanan.

NEW Release! SLUGGO SNARES A VAMPIRE

My latest e-book short, the funny, eerie, creepy, and slightly romantic Sluggo Snares a Vampire has just hit the shelves! This week only, my publisher is offering it at 35% off...so here's your chance to have a small taste of my work for only $1.95.

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Synopsis
When Sluggo cruises online chat rooms, he isn’t looking for a hook-up, he’s looking for love. But love has a way of being elusive, especially when you’re not being honest. Presenting himself as “Sir Raven,” Sluggo promises his chat room cohorts he is the “master of the night.”

And then he meets someone who challenges him—someone who claims the title, “master of the night” as his own. TepesAllure’s enigmatic and flirtatious messages to Sluggo start out as fun banter, but quickly turn to eerie disquiet.

How does TepesAllure know so much about Sluggo life? How can he know—without even a picture to go on—what Sluggo looks like? And what’s all this about an age numbering in the centuries and a curious taste for blood?

Has Sluggo snared a vampire? Or has the vampire snared him? As the night unfolds, so do the advances of TepesAllure...and even when Sluggo tries to escape, he finds that getting out is not nearly as easy as getting in.

But to make their online connection real, TepesAllure needs Sluggo to invite him in. Will Sluggo succumb to Tepes’ allure? And will the man of his dreams turn out to be a nightmare?

Excerpt
...“Honesty is my strong suit, my little lamb. I think you’d agree I look pretty good for my age, which happens to number in the centuries. Think Brad Pitt in Interview with the Vampire. Think elegance and grace. And don’t worry about gym-toned bodies and steroid-enhanced pecs, thank you very much.”

Sluggo’s hungry mind conjured up the image: this fabulous creature at his keyboard, alone in some city apartment (a high rise, where the lights of Chicago’s skyscrapers were interrupted only by the dark void that was Lake Michigan). He realized suddenly how easy it had been to sucker in these online men who found themselves one hand between their legs while the other caressed the keyboard, as Sluggo played up to their fantasies, becoming God’s gift to homos and the devil’s Tantalus to straight women. He wanted to believe it was some strange and evilly alluring Brad Pitt at the other end of their electronic connection. But what was this strange business about being centuries old?

He typed: “Methinks you’re a little too enraptured with horror cinema.”

“Horror cinema has got nothing on me, my little bespectacled piglet. Horror cinema has managed to get so few of my traditions right as to be truly laughable. But there has been one tradition, rule if you will, they’ve always succeeded in getting correct.”

Sluggo rubbed his arms. There seemed to be a sudden, odd chill in the room. He glanced at the window and saw the black night pressing against it, almost as if it was something solid and alive. He shook his head, realizing he was being silly, and made a note to check the thermostat. He returned to the keyboard, wondering about the “horror movie tradition” Tepes had mentioned. “And what would that be?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Sluggo rolled his eyes. Of course, you can’t. That’s because there is no such tradition. “You’re quite the mystery man, aren’t you?”

“You couldn’t even begin to guess.”

Suddenly, Sluggo’s spine stiffened as another shiver washed over him. But this was no chill as the result of the temperature in the apartment lowering because of a thermostat. No, this one—Sluggo could swear—had the feel of icy fingers caressing, just barely grazing the raised bumps of his spine, like long fingernails moving down his back...

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Forsaken

Thought about suicide. Again.

Not of my own . . . not that the thought's never crossed my mind, but no. I got news that my short story, Forsaken, was accepted by Untreed Reads Publishing. Naturally, I beamed but then recalled the story's subject and again, I remembered the suicide of a young man barely out of his teenage years. When this youth's untimely death came back to me all these years later, I fashioned a story from the memories. This was months ago.

The incident, actually, happened eleven and a half years ago. Such terrible loss . . .

Couldn't help but think, maybe all it would've taken to change the course of history, to talk that boy off that high-rise ledge, to even know he was heading up there in the first place, may have been as simple as picking up the phone when you recognized the young man's number on the caller I. D. Maybe. What ifs suck, sometimes.

Sadly, suicide is one of the most common issues GLBT youth deal with. I have a friend who, as a tender youth, discovered she was Lesbian . . . Being raised Southern Baptist and being Lesbian didn't play out in her mind. Out came the pills, the razor blades, and the booze. If I recall correctly, she was stopped only by a vision of her younger sister crying in agony. Unfortunately, the young man, who I also knew, didn't have anyone or anything to stop him from carrying out his most desperate plea.

He tried to reach out, seek help, seek some sort of comfort, after realizing he was gay. But he was shunned by family, friends, and even a few in the GLBT community he approached. "I-I thought he was coming on to--I didn't realize, he just needed someone to listen, affirm. . ." That was the reasoning, I was told.

Would've, should've, could've--not trying to push the blame on anyone. Hell, I'm probably just as guilty for I too didn't recognize the signs, when around him. We can't change what's done.

Wouldn't it be awesome though, if each one of us had someone there, a guardian angel perhaps, to help us in such a time of need? But that's wishful thinking. Though times have changed and people are far more accepting of the GLBT community, still, more often than not, GLBT youth succumb to suicidal thoughts. And more often than not, it is because they are forsaken by everyone around them . . . or at least, they feel as if they are.

In fiction, well, that's a whole different story. Literally. Having the incident come back to me during the Winter holidays, I chose to tackle the issue . . . but from a different angle, through the eyes of a guardian angel; and as with fiction, I gave my story a fairytale ending. Forsaken will be out this month at Untreed Reads Publishing. I invite you to check it out.

Bryl R. Tyne is a wrangler by nature and a writer by choice, published with Noble Romance Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Dreamspinner Press, STARbooks Press, and Untreed Reads Publishing. You can find out more about Bryl at: bryltyne.com

This post is X-posted to The Rainbow Studio, Bryl R Tyne's Blog, and Defying Description.

DRAQUAL Vampyres

COMING SOON TO YOUR NEAREST BOOKSTORE
From THE VAMPYRE, VLAD DRAQUAL (writing as William Maltese),
AND MLR PRESS —

BLOOD ON THE BIAS
Vampyres in Fashion
Second Book of the Draqual Vampyre Chronicles

A LOVE PROFANE …

…unnatural … obscene … taboo … forbidden … condemned …

… between Vlad Draqual, vampyre, and Roman Bonton, vampire killer ….

…convention defied! Blood shed! Disaster and heart-break in the making?

—From the Journal of Vlad Draqual, February 2010.

My Darkness Walks the Light moment is a long time in coming. I’ve beenkept from it twice. Once in being held captive by the vampire-hunters Familia Polinsturau in their mountain-crest citadel at Bolungova. Once by the Vampire Stephen Maru who wished to extract from me the secret of Ecstaçē Melange.

Therefore,I’ve had sufficient time to prepare and make sure all the necessary pieces are in place to make this happen, now, according to prescribed formulae.

I’ve commissioned from the wax artisan Jfay the Darkness Walks the Light candle, scented with chocolate, vanilla, amber, and with the other “secret” ingredients given her from my long-gathered cache.

I have Montezuma’s golden goblet stolen from Spain’s Prado museum andused in the Darkness Walks the Light incantation by Taxtla Draqual, during the Great Conflict that required the Trogolodyte be summoned from his deep and light-starved cave to slay the conquistador Romero Candiz.

I have the estate-bottled DRAQUAL 2005BV Cabernet Sauvignon whose grapes, in that year, were of just the right acidity and have been jealously hoarded by Family Draqual for just such a moment.

I have the chocolate wafers, easier made these days with Xoçai® than they were in other times when I would have had to traipse South American jungles and slow-cook the cocao on my own.

I have Guardellico Guardellian’s text, Astron/Astrol Primo Factoro, which confirms that all the planets and constellations are properly aligned.

Finally, from the bookshelf, I have the all-important last-but-not-least Grimoire Xylenona, its pages opened to the Darkness Walks the Light ritual recitation.

I begin the incantation: “Nosferatu illume…”

I eat the chocolate wafer; my sudden ability to retain solids not to be sustained beyond the ceremony.

I drink the wine; my sudden ability to imbibe liquid, other than blood, not to be retained beyond the ceremony.

I light the wick of the candle.

And, as a result, I, Vlad Draqual, vampyre, after many centuries of existing only within the darkness, am finally able, at least for awhile, to stalk the daylight hours without the usual disastrous consequences.

DARKNESS WALKS THE LIGHT CANDLE

Created by Candle Artist Jfay as per the specific instructions given to her
from Vlad Draqul as written in the Grimoire of Xlyenona, the DARKNESS
WALKS THE LIGHT CANDLE is a spell-binding vision to behold. Layered in
Red, Black, White, and Brown waxes with the inside filled with pieces
in White, the candle must be burned in order for the light to escape
and for the Vampyre to be able to walk in the light of day.

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Secret Essential Oils and Spices.

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