Note to self: adult shops are not the best thing to surf while your kids are running around. I was exploring the variety of clit ticklers that are available for my current WIP and my poor laptop screen got a good workout being opened and closed every time my boys drew near. The fact finding mission took longer than it should have, but I persevered and found exactly what I was looking for. Vibrating undies, would more could a woman ask for?

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.) And today he has come to share his latest book with everyone. (Psst, it's so new, it's was only released today.)

Now if you wish to contact him, here are a few ways you can do so:

Visit his website at: https://freyortega.wordpress.com/

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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, demons, shape-shifters, HEA]

Micah Faraday is an incubus with a rough past, one that includes being held captive by not one, but two psychotic madmen, and having a rough time acclimating to believing he’s worth being loved, let alone being a person. Surviving day by day isn’t really living it, and one day Micah made the decision to die. Of course, until he makes the mistake of binding himself to the phoenix named Erik Anderson.

Erik is exactly what Micah needs but doesn’t think he wants: grounded, stable, reliable, and he doesn’t know when to give up. He seeks to understand Micah and to help him through his pain, but he also has to contend with a world he’s not familiar with.

In the midst of all of the chaos that surrounds them, Micah and Erik go on a journey of learning to trust and understanding that some of the worst choices we’ve made end up being the best ones after all.

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/hearts-volition

Story Excerpt

Micah Faraday was royally screwed, and not in the good way most incubi would have liked.

It all started when he brought Erik Anderson into his life. Saving the man by binding himself to Erik hadn’t been a part of his life plan, but there was a little seed of thought inside of Micah that told him that if he could provide an inkling of good in the world by saving a life, then he wouldn’t die completely useless. He hadn’t counted on Erik actually wanting to be with him, though.

The moment the mating bond snapped into place between the two of them, Micah knew he was screwed, because there was an actual chance that Erik actually wanted him, and Micah couldn’t admit to himself that he —no, yearned for—another person to like him.

Now, he had someone who wanted him. Erik was many things to Micah even though they’d only been mated a short while. The phoenix was a lot of unknowns, certainly, but the one thing Micah knew about the man was that they were bound together irreversibly, and it seemed Erik was okay with that, much to Micah’s surprise and chagrin.

And they hadn’t had sex, well, ever, though that wasn’t so much a problem since they’d only been mated for three weeks. Although, Micah definitely felt the pangs of hunger inside him, a hunger that wouldn’t be sated by any meal, and it was something that only Erik could give him. As an incubus, he needed to feed in other ways than just eating food. Being bound to someone else just made this need stronger, this need to feed, to play with, and to devour the man he was bound to.

Not to mention the fact that the man with wild, blond hair, ice-blue eyes and a perpetual, lopsided grin on his face was like sex on a stick. Micah needed to mentally fan himself whenever he even turned to look at Erik, and something inside him constantly tried to propel him into Erik’s arms. He needed to stay away.

Because of the way he was trying hard not to feed from Erik, Micah’s mind trailed off from time to time into some state where he constantly felt exhausted, sometimes to the point of catatonia. It felt as though the world around his would cease to exist, and it brought him some peace of mind even as he sat there, unresponsive.

Back when he had been abducted, so much of his time was spent feeling the rhythm of a machine press into him on all ends that there were times that he almost felt one with the machine. Every so often, when his body throbbed, he could feel everything around him disappear, and he would be sucked into his thoughts, daydreaming and not paying attention to anything else, really.

Much like this moment, where Micah was seated in the middle of an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, the apartment he now lived in with his newfound “mate.” A whole group of his roommates were seated in the living room. Erik was waving his hand about in front of Micah’s face to try and capture his attention, and two couples were off on the other side staring at him like he’d just lost his head. Zack had an arm draped over the back of the couch, with one leg drawn up while Rain was leaning forward, his legs splayed out in a comfortable sitting position, his fingers tented.

Then there was Kai, who was settled right against Darius, his head against the gargantuan man’s shoulder. Erik, of course, was to one side, with that lopsided, sexy-as-sin grin on his face and the way his arm draped over the back of the couch, his body language just screaming honest and open and everything Micah just wanted to touch and feel and…do a lot of other things to.

Micah was so deep, deep into his reverie that he hadn’t realized he was actually talking to a group of people. One minute he was listening to Kai tell a story, when Erik’s arm tightened around him slightly and he careened into oblivion. Part of it was extreme hunger.

Times like these, Micah missed the freedom of being able to feed from the energy of the world around him. Now, it was as though everything was funneled—and amplified—by the big, Nordic-looking lug beside him. It was just one of the many double-edged swords when he bound himself to Erik weeks ago. When Erik started to feel worried, Micah lost the already tenuous supply of energy he had, and it made his mind attempt to shut down to try and conserve what little energy he had left inside him.

But he knew he couldn’t. Micah could see the looks on the faces of his friends and he had to come back. He blinked rapidly, before turning to the source of the voice trying to talk to him.

“Earth to Micah, come in, Micah,” Kai said. “You still with us, space cadet?”

“Huh, what?” Micah blinked and turned to Kai. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…”

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Kai grinned.

“No, not specifically,” Micah said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as a tinge of red appeared on his cheeks. “It’s nothing serious.”

“Party pooper. No, seriously, we’re worried. You’ve been spacing out a lot.” Kai frowned.

“Not to mention, you’ve gotten pretty pale.”

“It’s just incubi stuff, don’t worry,” Micah replied, waving a hand absently. “Nothing to be worried about.”

Adult Excerpt

The world around Micah was reduced to the sensations of his lover’s kiss and their embrace. Erik’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked Micah’s bottom lip almost harshly, demanding and needy all at once as he kissed his mate. The way Erik’s stomach flexed, rigid and hard against his own softer, smoother frame, as well as the tension of the larger man’s arms as Erik drew himself closer, threatened to engulf Micah in his sultry warmth, like moth to a flame. Erik tasted so sweet—sinful, even—almost like warm, melted chocolate engulfing him with velvety softness. Micah craved more, trying to tangle his tongue against Erik’s, but their kiss ended all too soon.

Their lips finally parted with a soft suckle. Micah looked up to see Erik’s ice-blue eyes dilated, and his lips parted as he panted. The phoenix’s arms tensed, grasping the wall. Micah could even hear his mate’s nails scrape against the wood.

“You taste real good,” Erik murmured, his voice just a bit lower and more guttural than usual. Instead of retching like Micah did whenever somebody used a pet name on him, the term of endearment actually made something in his stomach do some form of a flip.

“No, no I’m not,” Micah said, his cheeks puffing up as he turned his eyes away, trying to sound as menacing as possible while his hands went up into the messy mop of near neck-length blond hair that Erik had. His fingers curled into them, combing through the locks as he peered up into his mate’s eyes, dragging his gaze along Erik’s form. It took him another few moments to speak, looking up to see an amused expression on his mate’s face. “Your hair is, though.”

“Was that a legitimate attempt at flirting?” Erik chuckled. He pressed his kiss-swollen lips right up against Micah’s once more, lightly pecking the incubus’s lips. “That was awful.” He took that moment, though, to grasp his smaller lover’s body up from the wall and hoist over to the bed, dropping the man unceremoniously onto the mattress, and making Micah bounce slightly from the force.

“No it wasn’t. I wasn’t flirting. Sh–shut up!” Micah stammered and turned to look away, his face turning bright, bright red and heat prickling at his face. He collected himself as he tried to pull away from the phoenix, curling up into a little ball near the headboard.

“Micah, look at me, pretty,” Erik drawled in a whisper.

“N–no.” There was a petulance in his voice, even as Micah stammered. “You’re making fun of me. Also, I hate that name. Can’t you just call me Micah?”

Erik’s voice was filled with mirth. “No, I wasn’t. You’re cute and I like it, so stop hiding yourself away, all right? Come on, Micah. Look at me.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Erik stopped saying the word pretty and actually called Micah by his real name, he wouldn’t have looked.

Micah turned his gaze slowly to see Erik’s hands grasping the edges of his shirt. Almost in time with the sweep of Micah’s eyes upward, Erik undressed right before him, revealing his broad, muscled frame. Micah’s eyes were drawn to the perfect hills of his lover’s abdomen, to the small treasure trail of dark blond hair that surrounded his lover’s peach-colored nipples down into his pants. The incubus’ breath hitched. His fingers clenched around the covers of the bed. In that moment, there was only Erik, and suddenly Micah felt so warm in the clothes he wore that he began to perspire just a bit.

Erik, of course, didn’t look so fazed, though he did permeate arousal in every movement of his body. In fact, he’d started to remove his pants, too, revealing a cock that was already pointed up, smacking against his belly right below his belly button. He grinned and his head lifted, tongue darting out to lick over his lips. Like a panther, he stalked forward, crawling up the bed until he loomed right over Micah in all his naked glory.

Micah couldn’t believe this was happening. He wanted so badly to resist, but his impulse control was shot to hell. Erik was fulfilling his mate’s needs and desires at that moment, the cloud of passion and energy permeating them both fueling Micah. It wasn’t just his lust, either. Micah could feel his strength coming back to him, flowing back into him. The small incubus didn’t know that it could feel like this.

From the many stories Micah had heard about incubi who’d bonded who didn’t at least have sex once a week with their partners, it was a wonder he was still alive.

True, he’d already been weak and starving for some time, but he was able to get by just from feeding off of the happiness of the people around him, and it wasn’t such a big problem without being bonded. An unbound cubi could simply feast on whoever they desired, eating up the pleasure—which was also why they were so sexual—of almost everyone around them and ensuring their survival. But now, it was different. With Erik and their bond in the picture, his body now craved and yearned for nourishment from the phoenix. After all, Micah’s life now depended on a single person.

    Deep in his reverie, he hadn’t even realized that Erik had removed his pants, though his shirt remained on his body. It was only when he was being flipped over, his face resting against the mattress and his legs in the air, held in place by Erik’s strong arms, that Micah was able to realize what was happening. Erik’s face pressed in between his cheeks, making Micah’s eyes widen in surprise. “E–Erik, what are you doing—ah!”

I have been busy writing, getting my boys ready for the new year at school and fighting technology. So not much is new in my life, how about yours?

I'm still waiting on my release date for my latest book, but as soon as I know so will you. Take care and keep reading.

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April Zyon has dropped in to share with us her latest book. It's so fresh, it's due out today. All in the Timing is the seventh in her Massey, Texas series.

Blurb

Rebuilding her life was never in Elizabeth Davidson’s plans, but things rarely go according to plan. At least she had Massey, TX to call home when she needed a place to tuck herself away from one mistake after another. What she hadn’t planned on was becoming embroiled in the middle of a multi-agency case. Or becoming one of the victims.

Frank Carver, Jr. loves Massey, TX. It’s the place of his birth, and will always be the place he considers home. Because of the nature of the job he chose to do, and the people he’s come across during the years, he’s always been careful to never lead that danger back home. But when danger finds its way into the very heart of his town, he has no other choice but to return. Especially when Elizabeth, the only woman he could ever love ends up with a target on her back.

Excerpt:

“I’m sure that there is a woman out there that would take you, that wants you.” She did. God help Eli, but she wanted him desperately. She wanted him to be in her life, she wanted to have him, but was too afraid to tell him. “One day, she’s going to walk into your life and you will put the job behind you and stay around. I just know it.”

 

His gaze clashed with hers, and held. For long moments, it felt like he was peeling away the layers, seeing farther than anyone ever should. “Oh, of that I’m quite sure,” he said. “But she’ll have to wait a little longer. I have one, maybe two more very important things I need to attend to before she’ll have my full attention. If she’s even ready for it, of course.”

Eli felt her heart fall, but she nodded, plastered on a fake smile, and pulled her hand back from him. So he already knew who it was that he wanted. Of course he did. He was an amazing man and would of course already know who he wanted to be with. “I’m sure that she would be ready. She will wait for you. You are worth it, Frank.” She would wait forever for him, and that was just plain sad. Right, so since he knew who he wanted, that meant she really did need to get on with her life. “Finish eating,” she said simply, and picked up her chicken leg.

He didn’t look away, though, his gaze steady on her long enough to start to unnerve her. Then, shockingly, his lips curled into the smallest of grins. “She doesn’t even have the faintest clue, but she will,” he said. “Eventually, she’ll clue into the fact that I know exactly how she feels and will get with the program, I’m sure.” He finally looked away from her, and returned his attention to his plate.

Whoever it was, well, she was a very lucky woman indeed. She turned her focus back to her food and took her time eating. She had to admit, the food really was very good. It was better than she had anticipated, so that was good at least.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he said a time later. His plate was cleaned of everything but the chicken bones. “Something on your mind, Eli?” Frank was leaning back in his seat, his legs stretched out under the table, his entire posture extremely relaxed.

“Just trying to think of who this woman is that you have a thing for,” she blurted out, blushing as she realized that she really had said that aloud. “So, apple pie. You want some and ice cream? I have plain vanilla to go with the pie. Works better that way, I think.”

One of his eyebrows went up, and if she wasn’t completely mistaken, he appeared to be fighting a grin. “Never liked ice cream on my pie, dilutes the flavors, to my way of thinking. So I’ll just have a piece straight up, if you don’t mind. Any thoughts on who this mystery woman might be?”

“Not the first clue,” she admitted, and stood. “Will you clear the plates? I will get the pie if you will do that, please.” She would box up the leftovers and ensure that Frank was able to take that out to the guys. “So just plain apple pie, I can do that.”

His heat was the first thing she felt along her spine. He put his hands on the counter on either side of her, effectively trapping her. “Think on it for a while, Eli. I’m sure you can figure it out. You’re a wonderfully brilliant woman, after all. I’ll even give you a clue if you think it will help.”

“I think I might need it.” She turned so she could look up at him. She had no idea who it was that he might have a thing for. Her hand braced on Frank’s chest and she bit her lower lip. “Tell me?” She wanted to know who it was that he was talking about. She wanted to be able to hate that woman.

“All right,” he said. Tipping his head slightly, he appeared to think for a moment. “She’s amazing, fierce in her own way, and pretty much thinks she’s the last person on the planet who would garner attention from me. And as a bonus clue…” He looked her dead in the eye again. “She’s the only person who I’d climb over my family to get to.” Tapping the end of her nose, he turned and went to the table to begin gathering up the dishes and food.

She just looked at him. She couldn’t stop staring. She was missing something and felt incredibly stupid at that moment. “Me?” She gasped finally, realizing exactly who he was talking about. “Frank.” She moved and reached out to grab his arm. “Are you talking about me?”

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Viper is making great progress with his mate. Apart from giving her some of the best orgasms of her life, she is finally opening herself up to him, which is a big step after the experience she has had at a man's hand. His greatest conquest will soon belong to him. If only danger would leave her alone. Someone from her past is unwilling to accept that what they had is over. She is his, and he won't let anyone stand in his way. Not even the large fae who's ready to claim her as his.

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The new year is upon us and I have many plans, especially with my writing. My first book from my first series, The Fall of the Four Horsemen is due out sometime in February, all things going as planned. I'm hoping to have the send book completed within the next three weeks, leaving only book 3 and 4 to do.
Here's a reminder of what I have previously told you about this series.
The Fall of the Horsemen of Sin City (working title)
The characters are loosely based around the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (mainly their backstories).
Devil (Death) is a vampire who only understands the negative emotions in life. He's a man who speaks with his fists, and isn't afraid to take a life if he believes they are deserving.
Gabby is his mate. She's a human who wants what most girls want, a loving, caring relationship. Early in their relationship, Devil warns her that that wasn't possible. He experiences no such emotions.
Viper (Conquest-book 2) is a Fae who loves women. He's not ready to settle down, there are too many women out there for him to enjoy. But no matter how much he fights it, Fate has other plans for him. As a fighter, he is aptly named. He strikes his victims before most of them are even aware of the danger they are in.
Judge (War-book 3) is a mountain lion shifter who flirts with anything in a skirt. His easy going personality is a front for the Alpha within him. He sets the rules and expects them to be followed to the letter. When he first met Gabby, he was disappointed that she wasn't his mate. He saw a strength in her that was well suited to his position as Alpha of the local mountain lion pride. But have no fear, his mate is close by, ready to steal his heart.
Chaos (Famine-book 4) is a warlock who has found his mate already, but has yet to claim her. In his opinion she's still too young to handle the likes of him. He's the chef at the Hotel/Casino that the brother's in arms own. In his profession, he creates havoc with people's tastebuds. With his moods, he creates havoc all around. His huge frame carries great strength and power. Nothing compared to his tiny human mate. For her sake, he waits. But has he waited too long?
I also have a cowboy ménage that won't leave me alone. It's begging to be written. Four people (one female and her best friend's three older brothers) knew they were meant to be together, but one event tears them apart. Now they must work through the female's trust issues and fears to find their happy ever after. Boy am I looking forward to writing this book. 
Then after that I have a plan for another series. Like my first series and most of my books, it will be a paranormal romance. The first book is about a set of Alpha twins who meet their mate and boy does she give them a run for their money.