With Valentine's Day coming up, a group of 10 authors (including myself) got together to write a fun series centered around a dating app/escort service called Valentine's Inc. A couple of the books are already out and many more are on pre-order, check them out!
Kiss and Run by K.M.Neuhold
Coming Thursday January 24th
I always bolt after a hookup, so why can’t I stop messaging Oliver for seconds…and thirds...
I should’ve thrown the invitation to my ex’s wedding straight into the trash. Who gets married on Valentine’s Day anyway? Gross. When my best friend does me a solid by getting me a date through Valentine’s Inc. dating service, the last person I expect to show up on my doorstep is the vibrant man with the lace panties and a belly button ring who I hooked up with and ghosted six months earlier. But the more time I spend with Oliver, the more I find myself craving his presence. Normally, I’d kiss and run, but I’m dying to see where things might go.
I don’t like schedules or expectations. I live for the sheer experience of each day. And if there’s anyone who could use a good dose of my carefree philosophy, it’s Austin. I didn’t expect to see him again after he disappeared off the hookup app, but the chance to be his fake boyfriend for his ex-boyfriend’s wedding is way too much fun to pass up, especially since I’m getting paid for it. Neither of us are looking for serious, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a little fun before he bolts again.
***This is a 30k low angst, high heat novella***
Kiss Me Like You Mean It by Jacki James:
Kiss Off by Michelle Frost:
Kissing The Teacher by Nora Phoenix: http://mybook.to/KissingTeacher
Kiss and Run by K.M. Neuhold: mybook.to/Vdayinc4
Color My Kiss by Michele Notaro:
Kissing Our Loves by Sammi Cee:
Kissing Booth by Pandora Pine:
Kiss Me Tomorrow by Ashe Winters:
Kissed in Paradise by Crystal Lacy: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MW55R72
Kissing Lessons by Brittany Cournoyer:
Falling In Puppy Love
I want to start out by telling you that less than a year ago, I was as vanilla as they come when it came to what I liked to read about. I was one of those unfortunate people who got a bit scared away from the idea of BDSM in books by…well, I’m sure you can guess which book 😉 . I was quite happy going about my life reading vanilla love stories, and then M.A. Innes happened. I can’t remember at this point what made me curious to read some of the more taboo types of kink M.A. writes about, but I found myself curious. That was how I fell down the puppy play rabbit hole.
To say I never thought about puppy play before this is an understatement. I knew it existed, I’ve seen the HBO documentaries about people’s “strange” sex lives. But it wasn’t something I’d given any more thought to than that. As I started reading puppy play stories, my eyes were completely opened to a different kind of D/s relationship than I’d ever known existed. Of course, there ARE some darker puppy play stories too, but the ones I found myself obsessed with were the sweet and fluffy stories. The thought of a gentle, caring Dom cuddling, playing, and loving his pup was almost too much for my squishy heart to take.
I know for some people, puppy play is just too “out there” to wrap their heads around, but, to me there’s nothing sweeter than this kink. When I think about puppy play, there are two things that speak to me the most—aside from the super sweet Dom, of course. First, I think back to being a kid. I can’t be the only one who spent most of my childhood running around on my hands and knees, insisting I was various kinds of animals, right? It’s that moment of freedom, of not having any responsibilities or worries, of simply playing. When you think of it in those terms, it’s not so hard to relate to, is it? Second, is the ability to touch and be touched without the expectations of sex. Sex is great, but sometimes simply cuddling for hours can restore your soul in ways sex can’t. Sure, some puppy play is sexual, but there’s also the aspect of it where the Master and pup aren’t focused purely on getting off, like other forms of D/s can tend to revolve around, it’s just about being together and relaxing.
When I decided to finally dive in and write my own puppy play, I wanted it to be something people new to reading the kink wouldn’t feel too intimidated by, while also being something appealing to puppy play experts. Lars and Jonah spoke to me on a deep level, as a couple who have been together for a decade and are comfortable with their mostly vanilla sex life. When Jonah discovers puppy play, he’s terrified Lars won’t be up for exploring it with him, but he also can’t shake his new-found desire. I think even if puppy play isn’t your thing, this story is relatable to anyone who has been with a partner long-term. It can be scary and difficult at times to bring up new things to try in the bedroom for fear your partner won’t be interested or they’ll interpret your new needs as a failure on their part. The way Lars and Jonah explore this new side of their relationship together is fun, sweet, and very steamy.
If you want to check out my first foray into puppy play you can get it here by clicking the button below!
And I can say without a doubt that now that puppy play has sunk its teeth into me, I WILL be writing many more in the future.
My first foray into puppy play is up for pre-order! Reviewers are calling this book "marshmallow kink" and "perfect for someone new to reading puppy play".
Lars and Jonah's love is solid, but what will happen when Jonah realizes he wants to try puppy play, but is pretty sure his long time partner won't be into it? ❤🐶
Don't miss this super sweet, low angst story!
In case you missed it! Campy is LIVE!!
What will happen when my secrets are exposed?
I’m lying to my mom about how I make my living.
I’m lying to the Ballsy Boys about my life.
I’m lying to myself about who I am.
I pretend to be Campy, but I am Cameron. But does anyone even know the real me?
When I meet my new roommate, a sexy Texan cowboy and break-out TV star named Jackson, all my lies start to come out. He makes me want to be myself, but I’ve spun so many lies that I don’t even know who I am anymore. The more I fall for him, the more I worry that all my secrets will destroy us before we have a chance to be together.
Good thing Jackson has a stubborn streak and won’t give up so easily.
This week I decided my Replay covers needed a small makeover. It was bugging me that they didn't scream "rock star" before, so I give them a little tweak. Tell me what you think of the new covers! And if you haven't read the series yet, click below to check them out!
Face the Music:
I thought there was only one thing I needed to make me happy. I was so sure becoming a rock star would heal the dark corners inside me. But every time I walk onto the stage, with a roaring crowd screaming my name, all I can think about is the boy I left behind. All I want to do is rewind and make a different choice.
I thought I hated Lincoln when he ghosted me ten years ago and destroyed my heart. I thought I hated him when he wrote a chart-topping hit about our idyllic young love. But I’ve never hated him as much as I do right now, standing in front of me like he has every right to be in my world again. He’s not the rock god I thought he was...he’s still that same lost boy I used to love. Can I ever trust him with my heart again?
Play it by Ear:
My muse is gone and I haven't written a word of music in over a year. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is Dawson. Nine years ago, just before Downward Spiral’s first major tour, I met my soulmate and then I walked away. Now that I've finally tracked him down again, things have changed. I'll have to make him fall for me all over again. But is it possible I put our single weekend together on a pedestal or could Dawson really be The One?
A traumatic brain injury nine years ago left me deaf and with spotty memory of the first twenty years of my life. When one of the biggest rock stars in the world shows up and seems to know me, I’m not sure what to believe. Is it possible he’s telling the truth when he says he's been in love with me for nine years, even if I can't remember ever meeting him?
Beat of Their Own Drum:
Bennett’s firm hand is everything I need…except maybe Archer’s gentle touch.
I’m in a downward spiral…see what I did there? When the band manager, Archer, hires Bennett to keep me from screwing up while the band is on hiatus, I may have finally met someone who won’t take my attitude lying down. With the three of us cooped up together for weeks on end, I have a feeling things might get interesting.
Downward Spiral is my baby. But it’s obvious I haven’t done a great job because they’re falling apart. There’s only one man I can think of who might be able to get Jude back on the right track, Bennett. Unfortunately, he’s also the man I let get away sixteen years ago and haven’t gotten over since.
Control is kind of my thing. Which is probably why I’m the best in the business when it comes to getting out of control celebrities back on track. When my ex calls and tells me he’s desperate for my help, I can’t turn him down. Between the infuriatingly sexy drummer with no idea what kind of trouble he’s asking for, and my ex looking better than ever, there’s no way this isn’t about to get messy.
Coming January 11th!What happens to a couple when one of them discovers a new kink that he’s not sure his partner will be into?
I’m sure you get messages like this all the time but I feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore. I suppose I should start from the beginning... Three weeks ago, I saw puppy play for the first time and now I can’t stop obsessing about it. Wait, no, that’s not really the beginning...Ten years ago, my best friend who I’d been in love with my entire life told me he loved me too.
For ten years I’ve been living in complete bliss with Lars, the man of my dreams. Don’t get me wrong, we have our fights and disagreements (mostly because I do irritating shit and every once in awhile he reaches the end of his patience), but he is my other half in every way. I didn’t know I could love someone the way I love him.
Then, three weeks ago, I saw puppy play for the first time and now I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s not so different from when I realized I was gay, there was a moment where everything sort of clicked into place and my whole body was like “yes, THAT’S what we’ve been trying to figure out all this time.” At first I thought maybe I should just let it go because it’s not the kind of thing I can imagine my partner being into. But last week I went into a kink shop and ended up walking out with a puppy hood. I stashed it in our guest bedroom closet and haven’t even had the courage to take it out and try it on again, let alone show it to Lars. I don’t know what to do. How do I bring this up to him? And what if he isn’t into it? I feel like I don’t recognize myself anymore and I don’t know where to turn. Please help.
One Lost Puppy
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A rock band on the brink of destruction, rock stars in a downward spiral, and second chances at first loves. Maybe they can get it right this time around.
Beat of Their Own Drum
And in case you missed it last week!
Flash Me is live on Audible! voiced by the talented Kenneth Obi!
This Interview took place on November 15 at Jude Katz’ Manhattan penthouse. In size and decor, his home wasn’t much different than Lincoln or Lando’s, however one thing that caught my eye was a striking number of empty liquor bottles, broken glass here and there, and a white powdery substance on his coffee table I don’t dare speculate about. The items were out in the open and he eyed me as I noticed them, almost daring me to bring them up. There was also a striking lack of band paraphernalia, unlike in the other two homes— no records or magazine covers hanging on the walls, his Grammy wasn’t even on display like in the homes of the other two men. If I didn’t know any better, there wouldn’t be anything to make me guess this is the drummer of arguably the most popular rock band of all time.
The interview was conducted on Jude’s couch where he sat tapping his fingers against his thigh, beating out the rhythm to some familiar songs in his apparent nervousness.
As difficult to read as Lincoln and Lando were, I get the immediate sense from Jude that he’s not planning to let me see behind the mask he’s pasted on for the public persona, but this reporter was determined to try.
— Thomas Riley
Lincoln and Lando talked about the band getting together in high school, can you tell me how you came to be part of the group?
I knew Lincoln first. We met in elementary school and...um...had a lot in common, let’s just say. We were close, like brothers. I didn’t know much about music, but I always thought the drums seemed cool, so when Lincoln became pathologically attached to his guitar, I figured I’d see if I had any musical talent. Jude shrugged, giving me a cocky smile. Turns out I’m okay at playing the drums I guess.
You said you were close with Lincoln, are you no longer as close as you were in high school?
Ah, this is what you get paid the big bucks for, right? Twisting people’s words, digging where there’s nothing to be found. Lincoln is Lincoln, he’s not always easy to deal with. But then again, neither am I. Like I said, Lincoln’s like my brother.
I noticed you don’t have your Grammy on display, any reason for that?
Lincoln wrote that song, all I did was beat the hell out of my drumset.
I wanted to press for more, but Jude’s dark expression warned me against this line of questioning.
You’re known as the troublemaker of the band, what do you have to say to your critics?
Jude’s cock smile is turned up a few notches.
I do what I want to do, people who have a problem with that can suck a bag of dicks. I could give a shit what anyone else’s opinion is of my life. I learned a long fucking time ago that I can’t please anyone, so why bother trying?
Lincoln and Lando have love lives that are wildly speculated about, and yours is no less so. Are the rumors about prostitutes true?
Jude shrugged and pulled a cigaret out of his pocket, lighting it and taking a deep drag.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with paying for sex. I want sex, they need money, it’s a win-win. People need to get off their fucking high horses about that shit.
And what about your recent DUI?
That was bullshit. I wasn’t driving, I was sleeping in my car, that’s it.
There’s been a lot of recent speculation about the band possibly breaking up, do you think you’ll make it through, or are we witnessing final days of Downward Spiral?
Do I look like a fucking psychic? The situation is what it is, we’re all reaching the end of our rope. As for how things will turn out, I guess time will tell. Are we about finished here or what?
****If you missed the previous interviews with Lincoln and Lando, click below to see them!
Less than two weeks until Beat of Their Own Drum is Live! here are a couple of teasers to tide you over! I so can't wait to share this book with you guys. If you click below, you can add it to your TBR on goodreads so you don't miss it!
I'm so excited to announce that Beat of Their Own Drum (Replay, 3) AKA Jude's book will be released on November 12th! It will be on KU like all my books. It does have some D/s and mild Daddy Kink but NO age play. I know you will LOVE Jude as much as I do, he's such a brat in need of a little discipline and a whole lot of love! Check out the blurb below!
Every rock band needs their bad boy. Hookers, drugs, DUIs— been there, done that. I'm in a Downward Spiral and proud of it (see what I did there?). When the band manager, Archer, hires Bennett to keep me from screwing up while the band is on hiatus, I may have finally met someone who won't take my attitude lying down. With the three of us cooped up together for weeks on end, I have a feeling things might get interesting.
Downward Spiral is my baby. Not only am I the band manager, I discovered them ten years ago when they were nothing but a bunch of high school kids playing in a hole in the wall bar on the weekends. But it’s obvious I haven’t done a great job because they’re falling apart. If the lead singer isn’t trying to kill himself, it’s the bass player telling me he can’t write any new songs. And no one gets under my skin more than Jude, who seems determined to snort and drink himself into an early grave. There's only one man I can think of who might be able to get Jude back on the right track, Bennett Schmitt. Unfortunately, he's also the man I let get away sixteen years ago and haven't gotten over since.
If there's one thing I know how to do, it's taking control of a situation. In fact, control is kind of my thing. Which is probably why I'm the best in the business when it comes to getting out of control celebrities back on track. When my ex calls and tells me he's desperate for my help, I can't turn him down. Between the infuriatingly sexy drummer with no idea what kind of trouble he's asking for, and my ex looking better than ever, there's no way this isn't about to get messy.
* This is an MMM romance with D/s play and mild daddy kink (NO age play), check inside for more details on what to expect
Michele Notaro and I are so thrilled to bring you the first book in our brand new series following ghost hunting brothers as they battle demons, help souls move on to the afterlife, and maybe even find time for love? Check out this excerpt and then click below to read it on Amazon or Kindle Unlimited!
When I was young I never thought it was odd that I had friends no one else could see. I assumed everyone was visited from time to time by unfamiliar people, occasionally with bloody wounds or frightening faces.
When I was eight I asked my brother, Leo, how to get the scary people to leave me alone at night so I could sleep.
He’d looked at me strangely and asked who the scary people were.
“You know, the people who come and bother you when you sleep. Sometimes they look gross or they look like they’re crying, but they don’t make any noise. I wish I could help them, but I don’t know why they’re so sad. And sometimes they give me a cold feeling in my stomach when I see their wounds or blood.”
Leo’s eyes went wide.
“Like ghosts?” he’d gasped.
“No, dummy. Ghosts wear white sheets and say ‘boo,’” I argued. “These are just sad people.”
“No, Xan, those are ghosts,” he insisted.
That was when I started crying and ran to our mother to tell her Leo was trying to scare me.
My mother sat me down that day and told me that some people have special gifts, and I should be grateful I was blessed with the ability to help those who had passed on but couldn’t find peace.
I believed her that day when she said it was a gift.
But fifteen years later, sitting up in bed with my heart thundering in my chest and my hands trembling, I’m not so sure I buy it anymore.
My eyes dart around the room, bathed in a blue hue from the moon, and my ears strain to figure out what jolted me from my sleep.
The back of my neck prickles, and I clench my eyes shut, praying to any god that will listen to protect me.
I lick my dry lips and clear my throat.
“Hello?” I rasp into the dark.
Hot, rancid breath ruffles my hair from behind, and there’s a low rumble of energy.
I squeeze my eyes tighter and will my breathing to remain even. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that some asshole spirits feed on fear and negative energy. And once they know they can rile you, they’ll keep coming back for more.
My nails dig into my palms as I recite my favorite sonnet silently to keep my fear at bay.
A snuffling noise comes from behind me, accompanied by more sickening puffs of breath against my skin. It’s trying to smell fear on me, and I can’t let that happen.
“Xan?” A light flicks on, and a sob of relief escapes me as my brother appears in the doorway to my bedroom in his pajama pants, hair ruffled from sleep and eyes squinting. “Everything okay? I thought I heard creepy laughing or something.”
“Yeah,” I choke out, pulling my knees to my chest.
“Is it that asshole again that’s been bothering you all week?” Leo asks, fists clenching like he’s actually going to start punching spirits for me.
“Yeah, he’ll go away sooner or later, once he realizes he’s not getting a rise out of me,” I assure him. I’ve set up the ritual to send him to the other side at least three times, but he seems to conveniently disappear for a few days each time, and then reappear when my guard is down again. He’s kind of an asshole. But like I told my brother, I’m sure he’ll get bored and move along eventually.
Leo glares around the room like he’s expecting to see my tormentor, which obviously he won’t. He could hear it, though, if it decides to get chatty. Well, it would have to speak directly to him or be shouting pretty loud, but the point is, he could hear him under the right circumstances.
“Do you want me to leave the light on for you?”
I nod feeling pathetic, but also glad my brother understands.