Book Blast and #Giveaway: Kiss My Ash by Renee George!

Today’s feature For Your Reading Pleasure isn’t your typical paranormal. But you don’t have to take my word for it–Renee has brought an excerpt and if you’re anything like me, it’ll hook you but good.

Thanks for visiting, Renee! 🙂

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An Excerpt From: KISS MY ASH

Copyright © RENEE GEORGE, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Mathias was a korrigan, a fairy dwarf, and to his detriment, he’d been born male. An abomination amongst the korrigans, who were always female. Even his own mother had wanted him dead, but you can’t kill an immortal.

When he finally strolled out from behind the counter, his height no more than four feet, he held a red clay pot filled to the brim with a dark, loamy soil. Carefully, he handed it to Romy. “Here.”

She stepped away. “And what the hell am I supposed to do with dirt?” Maybe Mathias was tired of her bringing back dead plant after dead plant. It didn’t matter how much she watered the damn things, fed them, or even talked to them—none survived. She’d stopped giving them names after a while, awash with guilt and shame over each death.

His red eyes sparkled with excitement. “In this soil, there is a very special seed, my girl. Very rare and unique. I’m entrusting you with its care.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. There is no way in hell I’m taking on a ‘rare and unique’ plant. No. No. No. Give me a hardy shrub or weed. Better yet, maybe a cabbage. I won’t feel so bad about a cabbage when it croaks.”

Romy was a dryad; specifically, an ash tree nymph. Which meant, in theory, plants should flourish around her, but she couldn’t even keep her own tree alive. Her mother had postulated it had something to do with the sperm donor, aka Romy’s biological father, but the elder dryad had refused to say more on the subject. Tree nymphs were traditionally a love-’em-and-leave-’em race of females. They didn’t get involved with beings they considered no more than means to an end. Males born to tree nymphs always developed into the same race as the male halves of the couplings, while the females were always dryads.

Unfortunately, something had gone very wrong in the making of Romy. It hadn’t taken long after the dryad equivalent of puberty set in before her people had decided she was toxic.

She pushed the pot back to Mathias. “Uh-uh. You’ve seen my track record.”

When her “birth defect” had eventually started to affect the trees of her forest six months ago, Romy had been summarily kicked out by the other dryads. Of course, her people had called it a “long, extended respite” and sent her to the town of Fortunate, Missouri.

The moniker, over the years, had become a joke. The town had been named after the Fortunate Isles, also called the Isles of the Blessed, and had been used for more than two hundred years as a dumping ground for the “paranormally challenged”. Those who didn’t fit in with their own kind were sent to Fortunate to finish out their days. For immortals like Mathias, the end of days was a long-ass time.

For Romy, well…without a tree to tend, she wouldn’t live another year, the chlorophyll drying in her veins. The plants were test subjects for her, to see if she could sustain life. So far, they’d served only to help ease the ache of dying. But as far as tending plants and making them flourish, she failed constantly.

For Mathias to trust her with a “special” plant…no way was she taking on that kind of responsibility.

It was one thing to kill a common houseplant, but a whole ’nother thing to be responsible for something “rare and unique”. Was Mathias crazy? Romy shook her head again. “I can’t. Don’t you have an air plant or something? Hell, those suckers don’t even require watering.”

He patted her hands, his fingers soothing and gentle. “Ah, but my dear, I hope this may be the answer to—”

Mathias’ explanation was cut off by a barking baritone. “Ah, shit!”

Romy put the pot on the counter as she scooted around Mathias to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to.

In the greenhouse area beyond the main shop, two long, well-muscled legs and a firm ass, all packaged in perfectly tight jeans, stood nestled between two rows of plants.

“Hello,” Romy said.

The owner of the legs and ass straightened, making him a foot taller than Romy. And oh goddess, did he have an upper body and face to go with the lower half—thickly muscled chest and broad shoulders crowned by a face with bow lips, a Roman nose and the brightest green eyes. All framed by messy, shiny black hair that fell about his shoulders. It was as if the gods had decided to create perfection.

Ridiculous though—they would never do that. But hot damn, they’d come pretty close.

“Uh, hello yourself,” he said back, dusting his palms against his jeans.

His really low voice, which would have better suited a grizzly bear, sent a humming through Romy that made her body sing.

“What have you done now, Lucien?” Mathias asked when he walked into the back. His presence was enough to break the harmony, and Romy snapped out of her new-guy-induced daze.

“What a great name.” She smiled. It made her feel foolish, but she couldn’t punch down the giddiness.

“It’s a name.” He shrugged then leaned over again, which gave Romy another clear shot of his fabulous ass. When he stood once more, he held a small plant, cradling the roots carefully. He looked at Mathias. “I broke the pot, but the fern is fine.”

Lucien had a slight accent, but Romy couldn’t put her finger on the origin. If possible, it made the young man even more exotic and mysterious.

Mathias shook his head, making his red beard sweep his chest. “Where’s Sol?”

“I’m here!” Sol Winter, who’d been working for Mathias long before Romy had moved to Fortunate, stepped out from behind the last row of plants. He wore a baby-blue polo shirt that matched his light-blue eyes. It also complemented his tan, a deep golden bronze. Natural, according to him. Strange for an elf, but who was Romy to judge? His long blond hair was pulled into a ponytail. He often wore it down and spilling over his shoulders, but generally had it tied back for work.

Sol was taller than Lucien by several inches and a little broader. His smile brightened when he saw Romy. “Hey, you.” His mouth turned down in sympathy. “Kill another one?”

They’d had a strange relationship ever since Romy had arrived in Fortunate, which generally involved spirited banter and sarcasm. Even when the conversation turned a little mean, Romy was still thankful for Sol. He was the closest thing she had to a friend.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Nice.” He raised a brow. “Bitchy much?”

Even though she was certain Sol was gay, it didn’t stop her from having some wicked fantasies about him. After all, the man was hot-hot and knew how to dress. “Takes one to know one.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the oak this morning.” Sol scooped a handful of topsoil and pitched it at her.

“Oh no you didn’t.” In retaliation, Romy grabbed a nearby hose and squeezed the nozzle trigger, dowsing Sol where he stood.

“Stop!” Lucien yelled.

Too late. At Lucien’s shout, Romy turned, the spray of water slapping across the man’s face—and Lucien instantly melted into a clear puddle on the greenhouse floor.

Mortified, she dropped the hose. “Oh no!” She shook her head and stumbled forward. “What have I done?” Not only was she a plant killer, apparently she was a man killer as well.

Two lips formed in the clear pool. “I’m fine. Really.”


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About Renee: Multi-published, best-selling author Renee George has been a factory worker, an army medic, a nurse, a website designer, a small press editor, an artist, and a teacher, but writing stories about sexy alpha men is the BEST job she’s ever had. When she turned thirty, she went back to college and earned her BA in creative writing. She has been married to the love of her life, a wonderful man who supports in every way, for over half her life (and that is a VERY long time!). She happily lives in a small, Midwest town with her husband, two needy dogs and a very independent cat. Anything else you want to know, just ask. She’ll give you all the nitty gritty dirt.

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Publisher: Ellora’s Cave



Cover Reveal: No Fae is an Island, by Angel Martinez!

 I love Angel Martinez’ SciFi so I’m sure her Fantasy is cool too. I’m looking forward to the release of her next book, so I’m extra-happy to be a part of her cover reveal event!

Check out an excerpt and enter the giveaway for for an ebook copy of No Fae is an Island! 


“You don’t need to come with me.” Theo fought clenched teeth. The selkie was a friend of Mr. Sandoval’s and Finn’s, too—Finn who had been so kind to him after accidentally squashing him in dragon form. No need to be rude.

“Quite all right. I’ve nothing better to do.”

“You can’t come with me,” Theo said in the chilliest, sternest tone he could muster.

“Oh, of course I can. I see quite well at night.”

Theo squeezed his eyes shut against the headache. It shouldn’t have been there. He’d fed that morning and napped the rest of the day in lethargic, sated bliss. Fine. He’ll get bored and leave soon. “All right. But you have to be quiet.”

“Yes, yes, of course. In case something bad is here. A pack of nixes maybe. Oh, they’re bad. Or a kraken tries to swim close and ambush you, yes? You’re a real warrior, then? Have you seen many battles? Do you have scars? I have scars, but only because I was very young—”

“Limpet.” Theo stopped and took the selkie’s chin in his hand, holding his head still. “Whispering is not being quiet.”

“Right you are. Sorry. You have beautiful eyes.”

Theo dropped his hand and walked away, shaking his head. It was going to be long night.

And here’s the cover!

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About Angel: 

While Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres, she writes both kinds of gay romance – Science Fiction and Fantasy. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware, (and full time inside the author’s head) Angel has one husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other furred and scaled companions, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.

Contact Angel:

Website: Erotic Fiction for the Hungry Mind

Publisher: MLR Press

Cover Artist: Lex Valentine

Categories: Contemporary, Fantasy, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy

Another taste of glittery, magical honey…


Hola snippetteers!

My gambler witch is back. It’s been a while, and I’m pretty sure I’ve only posted one snippet from this story—which you can find here if you’re so inclined (Note: it comes with a hot pic of a bear, and I’m not talkin’ grizzly ;)).

The set-up: Jeffrey (the “I”) ran afoul of the owner of an illegal card club (Sal). Mike (the “he”) was sent to bring Jeffrey in to face the music. Just before this, Mike secured Jeffrey’s arms behind his back with a zip tie, and Jeffrey turned on the charm and asked for his name.

“Gotta bring you back.” He rubbed the length of his hard body against mine. His heart was about to thump out of his chest and mine would’ve been happy to meet it halfway. “Just business.”

If I didn’t know better I would’ve sworn he was under some kind of spell. Not even Sal had that cruel a sense of humor.

He whispered the name Mike in my ear, and then his mouth covered mine. Everything about the guy was big, from the mouth devouring mine to the cock pressing against my stomach.

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to hop around and check out more snippets! You know the drill, starting Saturday chase the rainbow with Seductive Studs & Sirens, and beginning on Sundays there’s also Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday!

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And now for something a little less normal…

Welcome to this week’s snippet! It’s snowing outside but nice and cozy in here—where we get together to share 8 sentences of fiction.

This week I’ve started edits on the paranormal. It’s UF with mystery and romantic elements. I think. Since I haven’t chosen a title yet it’s going by The Color Story. This week’s snippet is sort of an introduction to the two MCs:  Colin is 18 and just saw his first dead body a little while before this, and Al is a P.I. but his age is a mild spoiler so he doesn’t have to share it yet. 😀

Colin & Al live in the same building, but hadn’t spoken before that morning, over the body. Since this is Colin’s story, we’re in his POV.

Al pulled the door open and held it so Colin could leave. Colin stopped on the sidewalk and watched as Al went to the bus stop on the corner; it was on the way to the corner where he caught the bus to campus, so he stopped there too.

“You’re taking the bus into Old Town?”

“That’s right.”

“I thought you’d have a motorcycle.”

Al shrugged. “I could say something profound about not judging a book by its cover, but I’ll spare you.”

“You mean something cliché.”

Al laughed and the bus pulled up to the curb.

 Thanks for reading!

Let me know what you think, or what kind of snippet you’d like to see next week, or tell me what the weather is like in your little corner of the world. 🙂 Just don’t forget to hop around and check out more snippets once you do!

long_SeductiveSnS_TransparentIf it’s Saturday or later, check out Seductive Studs & Sirens for LGBTQ-themed snippets, Sunday you can go there or check out the lists of participants at Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday!

tilted roseETA: If anyone’s interested in previous snippets from this story, they can be found here, here, and here.

Guest Author: Freddy MacKay

medium_339857950If you’re looking for my Back to School Blog Hop post click the hottie above. Same directions; different hottie!

Now that i have your attention, if you don’t know already her i’d like to introduce Freddy Mackay. I was fortunate enough to meet Freddy in the Goodreads MM Romance group, and now she’s come visiting with her new anthology. She and two other authors have just released their latest–Horns & Halos. First is a little info about the book and then Freddy gets a little more personal–and there’s an excerpt and a giveaway at the end!

Thanks, Freddy, for stopping by and bringing your otherworldly friends with you!


Demons and Angels have been among us for thousands of years, in many cultures and in many forms. What happens when you set the Mischief Corner authors loose on the vague prompt “Write a story about angels or demons?” The poor unsuspecting world is about to find out.

From Freddy Mackay – Internment

Tadashi’s life spirals out of control, and he hides away on his mountain taking care of the one place he knows he is safe, and people are safe from him. But the world has a way of interrupting life.

From Toni Griffin – Archie’s Accidental Kidnapping

Hell may not have any fury like a woman scorned, but even that’s nothing compared to a Hell Hound when you get between him and his mate.

From Angel Martinez – Hell For The Company

Shax, the Demon Prince of Thieves, has reconciled himself to exile. He has a grand time careening around the galaxy as a high-end, intergalactic purloiner of pretties. Everything’s going just fine, thank you very much, until he comes across an injured angel in a psychedelic alien jungle.

Writing Internment

Internment was a different kind of story for me. Different as in I have only ever written contemporary stories before. I had no idea what I was going to do but I figured to give writing a shifter/paranormal story was worth a shot.

What happened was my friends and I wrote an anthology together, Cabin for Two. Those stories were inspired by our weekend together in the Smokies on a writing retreat. Once we wrote one anthology together, we were hooked. We wanted to write more together. We are all over the spectrum when it comes to our writing and writing styles so we like to think we offer a good mix to the readers out there. Plus, we like doing the anthologies together. So we decided more is better. Now all of us don’t participate in every anthology. If it works with our schedule we write for it, if not then we don’t. Sometimes life interferes too but it’s about taking a theme and seeing what each one of us comes up with.

Horns & Halos (which Internment appears in) is our second anthology, and the theme was actually picked by our readers. We were chatting at Dawn Roberto’s LR Cafe and decided to throw it out there, and people wanted Angels and Demons.

I had a heart attack.

Because what could I write about? The theme screamed paranormal. I write contemp. Talk about walking outside your comfort zone. Once panic subsided I thought about the things I enjoy, what I read and did some research. I came back with a story idea steeped in Swedish folklore. … Internment is about a kitsune in the US after World War II. Kind of a jump no?

I did write the other story, but it didn’t feel right for the antho so I took another stab at mythology and legends. This time I came back with yokai – Japanese demons. The idea festered and poked until a novel later I have a kitsune protecting a squirrel at a shrine in the California mountainside.

Stepping outside my comfort zone was scary because I had to challenge myself in what I wrote. I had to make a believable world where characters could transform, and I knew I had to make the readers be able to believe me too. I hope I achieved that. Writing in a genre that I don’t normally touch gave me new perspective and helped me grow as a writer so it has left mea little wiser as well. The story and experience weren’t as scary or horrid as I imagined they would be and I ended up with some characters I love and am excited to share with everyone else.

Thanks Charley for having me! *waves*

I appreciate being able to stop by. The other Mischiefers and I are holding a Blog Hop that has prizes. You can find more about it at The Mischief Corner.

Here’s a little excerpt for all of you to enjoy:

Part One — Monsters on the Mountain

Chapter One

Spring was alive and well on the mountain. Green buds covered the tree tops, bushes bounced with the breeze, tulips and daffodils poked through the ground, and the smallest of forest creatures skittered about looking for their treasures from the previous summer and fall. Tadashi smiled as a familiar young squirrel scampered around his feet, chirping and squeaking at him furiously.

“I didn’t take your nuts,” chastised Tadashi, switching his broom to one hand. “You’ve forgotten where you’ve put them. Or they’ve decided to become wonderful new additions to the forest in the form of trees.”

The squirrel stopped its angry barrage of noises and looked up.

“I’m telling the truth, Kou,” said Tadashi. “I haven’t hidden your nuts.”

Kou chirped once.

“Look over there, by the arches.” Tadashi pointed at the gate. “Why do you think a Black Oak is sprouting? I didn’t plant it there.”

The squirrel’s nose twitched. He stared at the seedling then took off in the opposite direction for his oak by the temple.

“Aren’t you even going to say you’re sorry?” called Tadashi, shaking his head.

Kou climbed up his tree and went straight into his nest.

Tadashi chuckled and went back to his sweeping. “Little pest.”

He didn’t mind the forgetful little squirrel. The temple would seem big and empty without him. Company, in the form of the squirrel, was a welcome reprieve from his duties. Tadashi would have to remember to procure some of Kou’s favorite treats. He had some hidden away. The spring was always a rough time of year for the small forest mammals like Kou, the poor squirrel could use a break.

Though he wasn’t so small anymore. Kou had just turned a year at the end of April. It felt like just a moment ago that Tadashi had been up nursing Kou back to health after his mother abandoned the litter early. Kou had been the only one to survive. He’d been a fighter and would continue to thrive, though Kou had to be hungry. The winter had been an unusual one, the cold extreme even for the mountain, and food was hard to come by at the moment.

Definitely not an easy time for the animals, their were stomachs empty, and they were looking for a mate. Tadashi stopped sweeping the grounds and searched for the squirrel. No wonder Kou was so upset. He must be preparing to lure a female. Were there any around? Tadashi scanned the trees and the forest floor beyond the gates. He couldn’t see them, but he could smell them. Quite a few in fact. All of them were scurrying about looking for food.

Kou knew what he was doing, wanting his nuts. Sneaky devil. But then, Tadashi raised him. He only had himself to blame for the squirrel’s cheeky behavior and slight, oh, awareness.

A squirrel raised by a kitsune. He must be getting lonely. Him, a messenger of the god Inari, taking in such a small pest. What is the world coming to?

Tadashi picked up his broom and headed back toward the small building next to the temple. At the same time, Kou popped back out of his nest, pinecone securely between his teeth. The little pest did have food. Kou ran by, dragging the pinecone with him.

“Be careful once you pass the gates,” warned Tadashi. “It’s not as easy to protect you once you leave the shrine.”

Kou stopped and tilted his head, observing Tadashi.

“Here at the shrine, my powers protect you,” said Tadashi. “Step off the sacred grounds, only my luck travels with you.”

It wasn’t the good kind though. Hadn’t been for years, not since the Japanese engaged the Americans in the World War seven years ago. But Kou didn’t need to know that. His happy aura was one of Tadashi’s only lights. He didn’t want to damper it.

“Go, have fun.”

Kou chirped and ran off, scampering away with a sense of purpose.

Tadashi faced the temple and bowed, asking a favor from his god, Inari. “I know you and I haven’t been on the best of terms, but please, protect Kou.”

Charley here: Don’t forget to visit the Blog Hop at The Mischief Corner.

And the Back To School Blog Hop I’m a part of!

I thought August was supposed to be a lazy month!

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Guest Author: Ciaran Dwynvil

Today I have a special treat for you–Ciaran Dwynvil is here with his Guardian Demon Series! If you make it to the end you’ll find the key to a free taste of Ciaran’s scorching series and a contest to enter for more free fiction!
Let a real life dominant tell you an electrifying story of dominance & submission.”
Thank you for having me as your guest, Charley. I’m really excited to be here today to share In Blue Poppy Fields Parts 1&2 with you and your readers. But first a little bit of housekeeping: everything in this blog post is intended for adult readers only. If anybody younger than eighteen stumbled upon the article by chance – please don’t read further.
For the rest of us, let’s go ahead.
In Blue Poppy Fields: This irresistible gay erotic paranormal fantasy belongs to Guardian Demon Series that will hold you prisoner to unforgettable stories of life, love and lust set amid a fascinating fantasy world. That’s what you can read in the books’ description. But… where will I really take you?
Taste it:
The dance was both heaven and hell. Promising pleasure and denying the immediate satiation of lust. Giving a little that was never enough. Again and again they stamped, again and again they swirled around, again and again their palms and orbs met in need, again and again their fingers avid for pleasure groped and stroked firm flesh. Until he almost couldn’t bear the fever of this night longer.
And then, just in his mind, he heard a husky and rich, though slightly breathless: “Choose two of them.” Hunt and Trickery and Blood. Now. Craving pulsed in his every nerve when his eyes roved over the circle. A young red-haired stud with bare chest caught his attention. And then a youth with long golden locks. Their color in the light of fires was like molten gold, and his slender body promised cat-like litheness.
Dancing closer to the one whose mane was on fire like the sky at sunset, he saw in the corner of his eye Belial approaching the other one. Their hands reached out almost at the same moment and dragged the prey onto the dance floor. And the crowd roared its throat hoarse in shrieks and whoops. The nobility chose their mates for tonight. In the night of Bain all were equal. And all was possible under the sky where the full moon was making love to midnight clouds veiling it in tender embraces.
The two young ones Adhemar had chosen were enraptured, enamored, aroused, and excited. Life radiated from them in strong, desirous waves. They were breathing, dancing, and longing. And their very desire was bringing them closer and closer to their deaths. They knew nothing of their fate. With young passion, they wanted to give themselves to the bewitching strangers. For tonight. He read it in their minds. In those impetuous heads that wouldn’t throb with hangover tomorrow.
Tomorrow their lifeless eyes would stare into the morning light. But they didn’t know and kept dancing closer and closer to their demise. Several times the four of them changed their partners in the dance of death. Reapers and harvests. Palms and eyes and short breath. Heads spinning and chests heaving with need. Loins heavy with want. Legs quivering with effort. Midnight shadows and fire reflections all around. Violins, bagpipes, and flutes raging in a wild crescendo.
As you sit there reading this, I know that you’re craving to embark on a journey to a marvelous place where you can let your soul soar and experience life, love and lust in their naked, raw form.
Well, you can put that desire to sleep for now… but wouldn’t you really rather take my hand and make a leap into a story that will overwhelm all your senses?
I must warn you though, our world is not for the fainthearted. First fear grabs you in its ironclad fist. You can barely breathe. It hurts as you pull your inhales in and push your exhales out. Your wide-open eyes smart, you writhe in physical agony as you feel every sensation together with my men. You’re dying to avoid the pain… but you’re not a coward. Your pride kicks in and helps you through the bleakest hours, through the moments when all hope seems to be lost. Then relief floods you as you narrowly escape death. Exhilaration fills your every nerve as tremors of adrenaline rush rake your body from head to toes. In this very second you love life more than anything. You clutch it, you cling to it, so that nobody can pry it away from you. You want to live… and you feel it in your guts, in your chest, in your throat. You smell it in the autumn mist, you taste it in deep and hungry kisses, you hear it in your own heartbeat, you see it in the desire-filled eyes of your companion. You feel it under your fingertips as you touch his body. And you shudder with the need as you realize what his look demands. No, you are no longer reading the tale, you are living it. Passionately.
Would you like it?
Have you answered my question?
I truly hope you did. But if you’re scared by dominance & submission, stop reading here. These books aren’t for you. Otherwise – let me take you on a mesmerizing ride you will never forget:
A victim to another man’s cruelty, talented and beautiful theater actor Adhemar Lebeau learned not to trust and not to love anybody but himself. Falsely accused of his master’s murder, he has to accept assistance of mysterious Count Sanyi Arany to later discover his savior is a vampire. Forced both by a fatal illness and aftershocks of torture experienced during his unjust imprisonment, Adhemar agrees to the only possible cure. Rebirth.
Healed in body but not in mind, he guards his independence, free will and heart. He is not able to give love, only the fulfillment of lust. Yet, satiation of sensuous longing is not enough for his Sire and he knows it. When an eerie malady strikes and seems to deplete Sanyi’s life energy for unknown reasons, Adhemar understands his fears and agrees to keep a street boy, Reyach, as a pet for both of them in hope it will soothe the unspoken worries.
Out of necessity he finds himself in the role of the only hunter in their company, and out of attachment he accepts the responsibility readily. Indulgence in blood and carnal pleasures fill his nights and vampiric powers give him the feeling of safety. Until the evening when he carelessly falls prey to High Demon Belial’s plays that quickly turn into more than either of them has bargained for.
In spite of a hard start, Adhemar feels burning urge deep in his heart and no matter how much he denies it, the cause of the strange sensation is a budding seed of affection brought to life by the insufferable demon. But letting Adhemar learn to love somebody other than him is not what seemingly innocent Reyach plans.
Own both books now. For less than the price of a movie ticket you will gain hours of excitement and reading pleasure. And the more you’ll read, the more you’ll crave. Do you need a proof?
From editorial reviews: “Another really imaginative and brilliantly written book. …I can’t wait to read more and see where Ciaran takes us next. Really looking forward to the next one.” Booksessed Bec, #39 top reviewer on Goodreads
Earlier on I asked you the question: “Wouldn’t you really rather take my hand and make a leap into a story that will overwhelm all your senses?” Since you’re still here with me, reading this, I’m going to assume you answered: “Yes.” Well, now that I’ve shown you what a ride packed with emotions I’ll treat you to – it’s time for you to act on this. See you soon – In Blue Poppy Fields.
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Still lingering here? Not completely sure if the Guardian Demon series is the right companion for your reading pleasure? Well, you can dip a toe in our world for free. In the prequel to Guardian Demon books: Throne for the Idol, which has earned Compulsion Reads coveted endorsement.
“The Compulsion Reads endorsement is all about discovering and highlighting the best indie books on the market and the talented authors behind them,” says Leslie Ramey, co-owner of Compulsion Reads. “When a reader sees the CR seal on a book’s cover, they know that they’re in for a good read. Throne for the Idol meets this standard, and Ciaran Dwynvil is definitely an author to keep an eye on.”
This tale will carry you to the monastery in Lindisfarena to witness dark, forbidden love between Brother Rikard and High Demon Semiazas, the First of the Fallen.
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Thanks for coming, Ciaran. Always lovely to have you here!

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Guest Author: Ciaran Dwynvil!

Today I’m thrilled to have as my guest Ciaran Dwynvil.  This smokin’ indie author has a new release out, In Blue Poppy Fields.  I’m sure you’ll have a ball getting better acquainted with the vampires in this series, so I won’t keep you waiting.


Thank you, Charley, for having me as your guest today. I’m very excited to be here to tell you about my newest gay erotic paranormal fantasy, In Blue Poppy Fields. The book will please not only all fans of Belial, the Prince of Trickery, the Lord of Lust and the Antilight… aka Guardian Demon, but all readers who love vampires.

Though… vampire stories differ greatly as we all know. Some have gloomy, horror atmosphere, some are full of blood and violence, still others brim with dark sensuality. How should you know ours would be to your liking? Apart from reading a sample chapter on Amazon or Smashwords to get a feel of the tale, you can learn about various aspects of a vampire’s life in our world during In Blue Poppy Fields release tour. Let’s first take a look at the book and then we will move on to our topic for today. Vampires and love.

In Blue Poppy Fields blurb: A victim to another man’s cruelty, talented and beautiful theater actor Adhemar Lebeau learned not to trust and not to love anybody but himself. Falsely accused of his master’s murder, he has to accept assistance of mysterious Count Sanyi Arany to later discover his savior is a vampire. Forced both by a fatal illness and aftershocks of torture experienced during his unjust imprisonment, Adhemar agrees to the only possible cure. Rebirth.

Healed in body but not in mind, he guards his independence, free will and heart. He is not able to give love, only the fulfillment of lust. Yet, satiation of sensuous longing is not enough for his Sire and he knows it. When an eerie malady strikes and seems to deplete Sanyi’s life energy for unknown reasons, Adhemar understands his fears and agrees to keep a street boy, Reyach, as a pet for both of them in hope it will soothe the unspoken worries.

Out of necessity he finds himself in the role of the only hunter in their company, and out of attachment he accepts the responsibility readily. Indulgence in blood and carnal pleasures fill his nights and vampiric powers give him the feeling of safety. Until the evening when he carelessly falls prey to High Demon Belial’s plays that quickly turn into more than either of them has bargained for.

In spite of a hard start, Adhemar feels burning urge deep in his heart and no matter how much he denies it, the cause of the strange sensation is a budding seed of affection brought to life by the insufferable demon. But letting Adhemar learn to love somebody other than him is not what seemingly innocent Reyach plans.


Just from reading the blurb you already know that vampires in our world are not coldblooded monsters. Make no mistake, they do kill their prey and can be rather violent while doing so. But it doesn’t mean they lack any feelings.

In fact, the act of Rebirth only magnifies all traits they possessed as mortal men. For good or ill. If a man was reserved before he became a vampire, he’s now even more guarded. If he always enjoyed good company, he is now drawn to places where mortals meet even more than before. Did he have a protective personality before? Now he will shield his close ones from any danger with ferocity of a mountain lion.

And so, when it comes to love, he is as vulnerable to this feeling as mortal men are. At least initially. In time, some vampires may learn to close their hearts to mortals and treat them only as prey, but even if they succeed on this front, most of them still strive to find a companion. Eternity is too long to be faced alone.

Notice that I said a companion… not necessarily a lover. Vampires in our world don’t live in covens but they welcome company of their own kind. In other words, their affection doesn’t have to be erotic in nature. Sometimes a relationship between them develops into another form of love. Like deep friendship is. Such a bond is very hard to sever as vampires tend to be extremely loyal to their companions.

Then again, loyalty shouldn’t be mistaken with faithfulness. Yes, some vampires are absolutely devoted to their lovers and wouldn’t take another into their bed. Some others are forced into serial faithfulness… as the life span of mortals is so short compared to immortality. And some prefer free spirited ways and can have several favorite lovers and pets. And while such libertine habits don’t comply with the image of ideal, monogamous love, once a vampire allows somebody into his heart, he becomes a fierce protector. He looks out for his close one(s) and does all possible to keep him/ them out of the harm’s way. A vampire’s loyalty is generally stronger than self-preservation instinct is and should his close ones be in danger, he is capable of self-sacrifice to save them, without regards to monogamy or the lack thereof.

To sum things up, vampires can fall in love and find both pleasure and pain in this feeling very much like mortals do. But their love should never be measured against mortal standards. It’s different. Not worse and not better. Just different. If you seek a portrayal of ideal devotion, our books are likely not for you. If you are fascinated by many faces of affection, then you will likely enjoy In Blue Poppy Fields and other Guardian Demon Series books.

If you are interested to learn more about vampires in our world, you can find a list of topics and the schedule of the whole tour here.

We spoke about love today and so also the excerpt will be full of it.

Starving, he attempted to grow into the wood beneath his brow and just cease to exist. It would be easier than torturing himself with images that would never come true. They couldn’t. He was undead and Adhemar was… alive. The planes of their worlds weren’t meant to touch. They shouldn’t have and he shouldn’t have sought solace in the theater. He should have accepted… mortals were… just prey and nothing more. He should have learned to close his heart. He had not. And now his idol knew and he would be… What exactly would he be? More undead? Maker, how many shades of death are there?

Silence. The Lord preferred to let him learn it on his own. But he was a slow pupil, lost in the eternity of doubts. Lost in the eternity.

Hunger clawed at his stomach again. He should have left the mansion long ago to seek his feast. Somewhere in the dirt of the back streets. Somebody who wouldn’t be missed. He should have and didn’t. What had Vincent told him? To feed regularly. To make sure he would be always satiated at home. To make sure he wouldn’t become a threat within his own house. And what was he doing? The exact opposite. And why? Because he had been waiting to hear Adhemar’s steps behind the wall, heralding his flight. And they had come. His favorite was leaving him and he couldn’t prevent it. He could only press his burning forehead against the wood harder and try not to feel.


Did the little peek into our world capture your attention? In Blue Poppy Fields is currently available at Amazon and Smashwords.

It can be read without being familiar with other books in the Guardian Demon Series but you now have an opportunity to win one of the twelve copies of Trails of Love I Crawl Part 1 that opens the beguiling world of this series. Participation is easy enough for anybody over the age of eighteen. The more you help others find me and Guardian Demon Series books, the more chances to win you will have.

What can you do?

  • Recommend my books in reader discussions on Goodreads, Shelfari or other platforms you are active at
  • Follow my blog, like my FB page, follow me on Twitter
  • Rate my books on Goodreads
  • Review my books on Amazon, Smashwords, B&N or Goodreads
  • Feature my books and your reviews of them on your blog if you have one
  • Tell your friends about Guardian Demon Series
  • Tweet about In Blue Poppy Fields, FB links to release tour articles, reblog them, Pinterest them, Stumble upon them… whichever platform you fancy is welcome

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I hope to see your entry in the giveaway and thank you for your help in spreading the word of mouth about Guardian Demon Series.


With this I hand over Charley’s blog back to her. It has been my pleasure to be your guest, Charley. Thank you for having me over today.

My pleasure, Ciaran.  Best of luck with the tour!

Saturday Seductive Studs. It’s my first time, so be gentle.

saturday-seductive-studsIt’s time to share my first post in the Saturday Seductive Studs weekly bloghop and I’m a little wiggly over it all.  Thanks to Ciaran Dwynvil, the end of SixSentenceSunday doesn’t mean the end of sharing snippets!  The best part about this group is the focus on M/M.  All flavors of Romance & ERom have their place, but sometimes it’s just nice to hang with folks who’re all into the same thing.

So here goes, my first #SeductiveStuds!

I looked for a new sexy bit from Comfort and Joy but am up against the wall regarding the limit on % of material I can post, so that idea fizzled.  I’m too superstitious to post from stories out on submission, so while pondering which WIP to scour for this week’s post I got a sign.  I only believe in signs if I like them, and this one I’m liking quite a bit at the moment.  So, here’s another snippet from my M/M Erotic Paranormal Romance with mystery elements.

We’re in Colin’s head and he’s just getting to know the mysterious and slightly scary P.I. he met over a dead body.  (Don’t judge Colin too harshly for his somewhat un-manly behavior.  It’s early in the story but the poor guy’s only 18 and has gone through a lot already, most of it without blinking.)

He’d never felt so ashamed in his life as when he found himself in the alley the tattooed girl had tried to pull him into, clutching Al with both hands to try and stay upright, and sobbing like a little baby.

After a few minutes he realized they were just standing in the alley, Al’s embrace holding him up.  When he moved some of his weight onto his own feet Al’s arms tightened around him.  Colin tried to concentrate on his breathing so he could calm down, but that wasn’t so easy in the position he was in.  Al always wore baggy t-shirts and his leather jacket was too small, both of which made him look a little overweight.  He didn’t have a drip of fat on him.  Colin’s face rested against a chest more like iron than dough. 

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Six Sentence Sunday, The Random Edition

It’s that time again, when we get to flit from blog to blog and site to site, reading snippets of fiction from wonderful writers.

This week I decided to post a random six from my WIP.  I tried more than once to get a steamy random bit but it just didn’t work out that way so I’m going with this one — the first one I landed on.  Maybe Colin and Alonzo are shy.  😉

“But for once let’s just do something the easy way?  The way where you don’t end up in the hospital or puking your guts out?  I promise I’ll still think of you as a badass and we can tell everyone it was your idea.”

“Sure, that’s just great.”  Alonzo smirked and grabbed Colin in a rough hug, lifting his feet a few inches off the floor.  “It’s my idea to use my sweet little boyfriend as bait.”

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Six Sentence Sunday, the “Read Without Your Glasses” Edition

6SentenceSundayHappy Sunday everyone!  It’s that time again when amazing and awesome authors from all over the interwebs post six sentences of fiction.  I think of it like browsing a candy store with a blindfold on.

It’s not easy coming up with multiple excerpts for a short work of fiction without either giving too much away or going over the word count allowed by the publisher.  So instead of another bit from Sam and Charlie I’ll post a six from the WIP I’m most excited about today.  It doesn’t really have a name but I’ve been calling it Murder Is Purple and it’s M/M Erotic Paranormal with romantic and mystery elements.  I just crossed the threshold of 50K words and hope to fill in the gaps before Monday morning when the new term starts.  It’s not contracted and I have no idea who would publish it, but I’m having a blast with these guys.

In this excerpt, Al (a P.I.) has just been caught posing as a homeless man to watch a building during a murder investigation.  Colin (a college student) had planned on waltzing in and looking around on his own even though Al told him not to, but thought the homeless man in the doorway needed help.

All at once Al was on his feet, pulling Colin up and then pushing him into the doorway.  He appeared to be trying to block the entire opening with his body, but he wasn’t anywhere near wide enough.  Colin tried to see what was going on out on the street and just when he heard voices coming closer Al groaned, pinned him against the wall, and then caught his lips roughly in a kiss.  In moments Al’s body had molded over his own and Colin moaned—he responded so fast the rushing of all that blood away from his brain at once made him dizzy. 

Colin was dimly aware of footsteps and voices on the sidewalk beyond, but most of his thoughts were centered on the lips and the hard body on his.  After the first rough moments Alonzo’s mouth had softened and gently explored Colin’s, pulling back to feather fast little kisses against his lips and then diving back in to claim his mouth.    

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