Losing His Religion by Alex Bowman

This is on my to read list. Though I don’t have much published out there in m/m erotic romance, I do enjoy reading and writing it. Love doesn’t have boundries in my world and nobody should force the ideal on anyone.

So I’ve opened up my blog for Alex Bowman to spotlight her latest m/m romance. Enjoy!

 

BLURB:
Losing His Religion
The Soul Collectors, 1

Discarded most of his life, Jamie had learned as a teen that he was a Soul Collector, one of a mysterious group who fought the demons that attacked fellow humans. Cast out into the world, alone, the orphan fought hard to find his way, ending up in a seminary of all places. But chastity wasn’t a problem. He had no time or trust for relationships, let alone love.

Ios felt protective of the Soul Collector, the one the prophecy claimed would one day be his mate. Following the human for years, Ios had done everything he could to ensure his safety without stepping out of the shadows. He also held his lust in check, knowing Jamie would never accept him.

The time was upon them to join forces. Could Jamie handle who and what Ios was, and trust the growing feelings between them before it was too late?

Be Warned: m/m sex

Excerpt – Losing His Religion
©2012, Alex Bowman

“So did you?”

“Did I?”

“Know I was yours the moment you saw me?” Jamie pinned him with a look of lust he’d never quite seen flash on the man’s face before.

Mine. Ios’s felt the rush of need spiral through him with such force that it nearly took him to his knees. His cock thickened and he felt his balls tighten. His whispered “Yes…” floated on the air, his body trembling with the hard-won control to stand in place and not cross the room and force the human to the floor under him.

“I don’t know that I believe in fated lovers, predetermined to find one another.”

“I’m not asking you to believe in anything.” Ios believed enough for the both of them.

“I will admit, there is something…”

Something? “What?” He needed Jamie to say it, that he wanted Ios. Needed Ios.

Jamie’s face flamed and he glanced down, apparently unable to put the emotions he felt into words.

Fuck it. Control is overrated.

Ios stomped across the small space, grasped Jamie’s head in his hands and pressed his lips against the smoldering heat of the human’s mouth. Swallowing the gasp of pleasure, he thrust his tongue into Jamie’s mouth and tasted the ale left lingering there, as well as the heat and taste of his male.

When he felt Jamie’s hands spreading across his chest and moving down his stomach, he tightened his whole body, needing for the hands to venture further south, needing the male to show him that he wanted more through his exploration. As warm hands rubbed against his hardened cock through his jeans he could have shouted in joy. He deepened the kiss, pressing his hips forward, languishing in the caress from his male.

Ripping the shirt open, baring Jamie’s chest, the tinkering of buttons hitting the stone floor echoed around him. Ios spread his fingers along the hard muscles before him. Jamie removed the shirt, dropping it to the floor. The material puddled around his feet and Ios wanted more to follow. His shaking fingers pulled at the belt buckle Jamie wore, and he tugged at the leather, not wanting to remove his lips from the human’s.

Pulling back, he was afraid the moment would be lost if he could not keep Jamie in a frenzy. His need was too great. He could not be denied this time. Ios would have the male now, or he would explode.

Warm hands steadied his. “Let me.”

Jamie gazed into his eyes, slowly removing the belt and dropping it to the floor. His hands then went to the top of his pants and he unbuttoned them. The slow pull of the zipper reminded him that he was overclothed as well. Ios removed his t-shirt in a flash and kicked off his shoes. By the time his pants were gone, Jamie also stood naked.

His hands ached to touch the male, to explore every single inch of flesh he had to offer up for his inspection. Jamie was beautiful. Small, firm muscles curved over his slim build, his skin nearly unmarred. The wound in his chest was no longer visible.

A small smattering of blond hair started below his belly button and thickened as it surrounded his jutting cock. Fully erect, it stood proud against his stomach, a pearl of fluid shining at the tip of the purple head. Thick veins spread along the shaft and Ios’s mouth watered to taste the flesh. Dropping to his knees before his human, he got a closer look at what the male had to offer.

BUY LINKS:

Evernight Publishing
Amazon

Six Sentence Sunday: The Forest Maiden

Welcome to another SSS snippet. Today I bring something from one of my WiPs listed at the bottom of my blog. In this scene, Eirlys again shows her biting tongue after overhearing the man her father betrothed her to call her a very unlady-like word. Never cross a woman with a fiery spirit and a will of her own.

“I dare say, Lord Vas, that your skills as a huntsman are severely lacking. Is this why your younger brother, not yet of age, was taken in your stead for the order of the Okhotnik?”

“Eirlys.” Again her father’s tone demanded she stop but she wanted to end the charade.

“If one cannot manage a simple hunt with a sword, I cannot even imagine how that could put a common whore in their place.”

“That is enough, young lady.”

Don’t forget to click on the graphic above to read other Six Sentence Sunday entries to wet your appetite for reading.

Pimp My Book: Riding Her Tiger by Doris O’Connor

Welcome to Pimp My Book. Authors helping authors get the word out on the printed word is a great form of kinship among key pounders. A good source of this is guest blogging. Pimp My Book is a series to bring various authors of every kind to my eclectic blog.

Today, we have Doris O’Connor. Their newest release, Riding her Tiger, came out on April 30, 2012. They’ve come here to give you a little insight on the novel. Enjoy!

Evernight Publishing’s Doris O’Connor

featuring Riding her Tiger

Be careful what you wish for. That is what my heroine Estelle discovers in Riding Her Tiger. When she confides her secret fantasies of lusting after her boss to her best friend Neeve, she should have known that Neeve would do something drastic. After all her immediate suggestion was to tie Estelle to Nathan Fielding’s desk to get his attention and when Estelle doesn’t like that idea, Neeve signs her up to findurkinkcom.

As you do – if you want to learn how to submit, you learn from the best, and the best Dom is Ink—or is he?

BLURB: Can one night change your life forever?

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?

EXCERPT: “Lean back against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet.” Her stomach tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of the bathroom, and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia sent her tumbling into an orgasm.

Ink groaned into her neck, and she froze. Shiiit! He hadn’t given her permission to come.

“Ah, sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise.” Her eyes flew open at Grisha’s husky words, and her mouth went dry. “We’ll have to think of a suitable punishment, Ink.” The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn’t been able to fully appreciate the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take him in her ass.

As if Ink had heard her thoughts, his hands spread her ass cheeks, and his fingers probed. She bit her lip at the invasion of two and then three long fingers.

“Indeed we will, Grisha.” She squirmed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the pain zinged along her pussy, to join with the sensations spreading from her ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in the water, dimly aware of Grisha joining them in the bath. He knelt in front of her, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.

“Stop moving, and take your punishment like a good little sub, sweetheart.” He smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle’s eyes. He soothed the sting with his tongue and then repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to Grisha’s bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper, until Estelle couldn’t distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head fall back onto Ink’s shoulder. Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on fire, sending pulses of heat through her veins, Ink’s murmured encouragements in her ear grounding her in the here and now.

Her skin tightened, and her clit throbbed in time with the waves rushing through her. She shuddered when cool air hit her wet flesh, before she encountered smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breasts were flattened against the padded bench, and she gasped as her legs and arms were fastened. Before she could panic at being restrained to the spanking bench, Grisha’s face was in front of her.

“Focus, sweetheart, on me. Breathe with me, and count the strokes.” He looked behind her, and Ink’s warm hands massaged her butt cheeks.

“She really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She’ll look hot as sin when it’s nice and pink from our hands.” Ink’s voice send tingles of awareness through her, and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit her ass, and she squirmed when his fingers sank deep into her already weeping channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her excitement as her sensitized tissues responded instantly.

She closed her eyes against the knowing smirk on Grisha’s face.

“How is she doing, Ink? Though I bet she’s wet for us.”

Estelle screwed her eyes shut tighter at Ink’s chuckled confirmation.

“Now remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you’ll be strapped to this thing for a very long time indeed.” Ink’s voice had lost its amusement, and Estelle breathed her confirmation.

“Good girl, sweetheart, you can do it.” Grisha brushed a kiss across her lips. “Now count.”

The first slap took her by surprise, and she screeched.

“Count, Estelle.” Ink’s voice brooked no argument.

“O…one.” She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came. “Two.” Slap. “Three…”

Grisha’s hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn’t understand, the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body. Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched with each slap of Ink’s hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened. Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake, sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing, clenching, clamoring for the tension within to burst to freedom.

With one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed, “Fifteen.”

“Good girl, you did so well.” She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed into Ink’s arms.

Where can you buy Riding her Tiger?
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