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Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Jay Northcote

Look who came all the way across the pond to boogie with the 'corns today? Jay Northcote! She brought gifts, we have cake and booze. It's about to go down! Hold onto your horseshoes, ladies and gents!

Please enjoy her feast your eyes on her flash fiction, Work of Art. (This fine pic graces the Unicorn Mafia's foyer, so you might see it from time to time this month)

Work of Art

Jay Northcote

When he agreed to model for Levi, the photographer who lived next door, Hal hadn’t realised it would be such a hands on experience.

“I’m going for something colourful,” Levi explained as he dusted powder paint onto Hal’s chest with a brush.

It tickled, and Hal’s face heated as his nipples tightened in response.

“Are you cold?” Levi asked, dark brows furrowing over his beautiful hazel eyes. “I can turn the heater on if you need it.”

“No.” Hal forced himself not to flinch as Levi drew the brush over his pecs again. “I’m fine.”

“God. you have an amazing body.” Levi circled Hal slowly. “Your muscles are perfect, exactly what I want for this piece.” His gaze slid down Hal’s body like syrup.

Hal felt as though Levi appreciated him in the objective way that someone might look at a building or a work of art. He stared longingly at Levi’s sharp cheekbones and the hint of stubble on his lean jaw. His appreciation of Levi was definitely not objective.

Levi dusted more paint onto Hal’s shoulders, smoothing it down Hal’s back with his palms.

A curl of dangerous heat flared in Hal’s groin. He started to count in multiples of seven as Levi’s hands moved south. That infernal brush swept over Hal’s buttocks, leaving tingling trails of sensation in their wake. Levi followed it with his fingertips and Hal bit his lip.

The counting wasn’t working.

By now, Hal’s cock was sticking out like a dowsing rod over water. He kept his his eyes fixed on the wall opposite, cheeks flaming, as Levi moved in front of him again and snorted.

“This isn’t a porn shoot you know.”

Hal chanced a glance at Levi and saw that he was smiling. But his amusement didn’t mask the heat that simmered in his eyes.

Maybe not so objective then.

Hal had been wanting to ask Levi out for weeks. He’d never expected to do it naked, covered in multicoloured paint and with a raging hard-on, but he figured it was now or never.

He cleared his throat.“Do you fancy going out for a drink later?” he asked.

Levi’s face lit up as he grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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If this flash fic tickled your fancy, please check out my published stories here.

Don't forget to let Jay know what you thought of Work of Art in the comments. We thank Jay for partying with us and writing the most delicious ficlet.

Author Bio:

Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats.

She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.

To enter to win one ebook of the winner's choice from Jay Northcote's backlist, please leave a comment on this blog post and let us know your name and a means of contacting you (e.g., email, Twitter handle, link to Goodreads account, etc.)

The giveaway is open until 10:00PM (Pacific time) on 11/16/15. Shortly thereafter, we will contact a winner whom we will select using a highly scientific "names in a hat" method (or, you know, an internet randomizer). Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.

Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Devon McCormack

Devon McCormack is here today and he's representing for #teampain in full force. Not sure what this #teampain business is all about? Check out his Clipped Saga, Cupcake and Baby have has some mighty fine discussions on those books. He dropped by with a gift wrapped in robot non con flash fiction and a giveaway!

Interested?

Machines & The Nature of Consent

Devon McCormack

Warning: rape/ non-con

He shoved his cock deep within the machine as he rubbed his fingers across its rock-hard abs. All his employers were free to enjoy the latest bot models, so why shouldn’t he? And he’d wanted this one more than the others.

The latest developments to synthetic skin made its flesh appear to move just like human’s as the simulated male writhed in the cuffs Dix had restrained its wrists in—ones that bound the bot to a wooden support beam as Dix took it from behind, his hands controlling its hips as the computer twisted its head to behold its aggressor.

It was illegal to dominate another’s bot like this, but Dix couldn’t help himself. He’d needed to have this machine from the moment its stoic, fierce gaze met his days earlier, when his employer introduced him to the new plaything. That gaze was what made this model seem most human, because it held the same look as everyone Dix interacted with regularly. Judgement. Contempt. Disdain. Dix was determined to fuck that gaze right off its face.

The bot whimpered beneath the gag Dix had placed in its mouth. Unlike the bots he’d taken before, he couldn’t collect the necessary code from his employer, so he’d taken it as men have always taken those who resist. Sparks flew from a shoulder injury it had sustained amidst their battle. The scent of rubber picked at Dix’s nostrils as he delighted in the sensation of his dick sliding across the smooth flesh within the bot. With each thrust, the bot’s cry hardly escaped the gag, but its eyes widened as it released the gaze that had been so offensive to Dix.

The pressure in Dix’s pelvis built as he reveled in his betrayal against his employer. Against all society.

The unicorns thank Devon for stopping by, sharing his talent and partying with us. Let him know what you thought in the comments.

Author Bio:

Devon McCormack spends most of his time hiding in his lair, adventuring in paranormal worlds with his island of misfit characters. A good ole Southern boy, McCormack grew up in the Georgian suburbs with his two younger brothers and an older sister. At a very young age, he spun tales the old fashioned way, lying to anyone and everyone he encountered. He claimed he was an orphan. He claimed to be a king from another planet. He claimed to have supernatural powers. He has since harnessed this penchant for tall tales by crafting whole worlds where he can live out whatever fantasy he chooses.

A gay man himself, McCormack focuses on gay male characters, adding to the immense body of literature that chooses to represent and advocate gay men's presence in media. His body of work ranges from erotica to young adult, so readers should check the synopses of his books before purchasing so that they know what they're getting into.

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One lucky winner can win the first two novels from The Clipped Saga, Clipped & Bound!

Though mortals have been convinced that God cares about their souls, nothing could be further from the truth. He created the world as a gift for his lover, Satan. But when Satan left him, he decided to end what he saw as his most grotesque creation.

Satan and his army of demons are man’s only hope…

The demon Kinzer and his lover, Janka, have been sent by Satan to spy on The Raze, a gang of rogue demons who are working with God to bring about Armageddon. When someone exposes their true allegiances, the Raze clips Kinzer’s wings and murders Janka. Kinzer manages to escape. He tracks down Satan’s allies to warn them about a mole in their midst when he learns that they’ve located the Antichrist—a powerful weapon that could prevent the apocalypse. Now, he’s on a mission to protect the Antichrist and avenge his lover’s death.

On the eve of the impending war between Heaven and Hell, the demon Kinzer and his mortal ally Maggie hunt for a powerful weapon that could destroy all of humanity. Devastated by the loss of his greatest love, Kinzer doesn’t believe he’ll ever find happiness again. But when he meets the immortal Hayde, he discovers all hope might not be lost after all.

The angel Treycore’s ex-girlfriend abducted his lover Kid and dragged him into the bowels of Hell. Now, Treycore searches for an entry into the immortal realm. But only one creature can assist him on his quest: Eilee, the most beautiful of the angels and another of Treycore’s previous lovers. After the war between Heaven and Hell, Eilee lost her mind and went on a murderous rampage. With her guidance, Treycore descends into Hell and battles God’s earliest creations as they journey to save Kid from the sadistic clutches of his villainous ex.

To enter to win Clipped & Bound, please leave a comment on this blog post and let us know your name and a means of contacting you (e.g., email, Twitter handle, link to Goodreads account, etc. BMBR will contact the winner privately for their mailing address)

The giveaway is open until 10:00PM (Pacific time) on 11/15/15. Shortly thereafter, we will contact a winner whom we will select using a highly scientific "names in a hat" method (or, you know, an internet randomizer). Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.

Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Mary Calmes

That loud shriek you're hearing is because, Mary Freaking Calmes aka Orchid Dapple Horse, has stepped into the unicorn stable and there are a few unicorns maybe losing their minds!

And though we'd love to bask in the eternal Calmes light, she is here with a special message and a prize for one lucky person. Take it away, Orchid Dapple Horse!

I wanted to wish Boy Meets Boy Reviews a happy two year anniversary as well as thank them so much for having me here to join in on their celebration.

My new book Easy Evenings will be released from Dreamspinner Press on November 18^th and I wanted to give one reader here on the blog a chance to take it home. Please simply respond with your favorite way to spend an easy evening—mine is watching Steve & Danno on Hawaii Five-0—and the email address associated with your DSP account so I can place the novella on the winning reader’s bookshelf on release day. The lovely team here at Boy Meets Boy Reviews will pick one winner at random and notify me. Good luck all and thank you for playing.

Lazlo Maguire doesn’t do relationships—he does transactions. Six months of the year, he’s an expensive rent boy in Manhattan, and he moves so fast that settling down could not, would not, ever enter his mind… except for once. Britton Lassiter he meets man to man, not as hustler and mark, and it’s too good to be true when the lawyer wants to keep Lazlo even if he has to share him with the job.

But Lazlo has his reasons to walk away from the man he’s grown to love. The other six months of the year, he is laid-back Laz, a shopkeeper in the sleepy coastal town of Mangrove, Florida, where the artist he never allows himself to be in the Big Apple shines through. He lives for his time by the ocean, the place he hides his secrets and nurses his broken heart.

Then fate intervenes, and Laz gets the surprise of his life when he spies Britton in Mangrove—but it’s not meant to be… not until Britton sees the change in him and wants to be a part of Laz’s new life so that every evening can be easy… together. Hopefully the secrets that tore them apart won’t come back to haunt them.

One commenter will receive an eBook copy of Mary Calmes' latest, Easy Evenings (Mangrove Stories, #4) by release day! The winner will be drawn at 10:00 p.m. (PST) on 11/15/15. Winner will receive their book on your Dreamspinner Press shelf (it's free). Please leave someway to contact you - (i.e. email, GR profile) in your comment on this post. Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.

Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - M.J. O'Shea

M.J. O'Shea is here! Are you squealing? We can't hear you! C'mon a little louder! The unicorns are ever so excited to have M.J. here to party with us. And she not only brought a sweet ficlet, One Hour, but she's going to gift TWO lucky winners for her giveaway. Oh, we think we can hear your squeals now!

One Hour

M.J. O'Shea

One hour…

“It’s not even New Year’s. This is ridiculous,” I looked down at the letter in my hands. “I’m not going to go.”

There was chaos in the hallway, NYU students packing up to go home for the summer. I was one of them soon, leaving in the morning for the long drive back to Omaha.

“Go.” My roommate had more of a sense of adventure than I did. “You’ve been pining after shower guy all goddamn semester and turning down dates. You need some mystery.”

“I haven’t been pining. I’ve just been busy…”

“Go.”

Fifty minutes…

The note said, “Meet at Times Square. Midnight. I’ll find you.”

It had been slipped under my door right after I’d gotten back from my last dance class of the year. Freshman year. It had gone so fast. I opened the note, expecting nothing – a goodbye or an e-mail to keep in touch.

When I read what it said my pulse started spinning out hard and fast before I got myself in check. Mystery meeting in the middle of the night. Right.

Thirty minutes….

Midnight. Times square. What a cliché.

Didn’t explain why I was on an uptown train sweating through every stop, hoping I’d make it on time. There weren’t very many people on the train but still every stop seemed to take forever, watching the empty stops and the second hand click by.

Ten minutes…

The street was still crowded with tourists and after-show wanderers. I fought my way to the center of the square. Nobody would ever be able to see me… probably should’ve known better than to wear black. I was sweating, nerves and sticky sweaty June heat. And I had to wait…wait…wait. It seemed like forever.

One minute…

This is stupid. Why am I here?

I had boxes to pack and things to do and –

Oh. My. God.

Thirty seconds…

It was him, the guy from the dorm showers that I’d looked at day and night, too scared to even try to say hi. He was right there in front of me in a hat and a tank top and he looked so adorable. My stomach jumped hard into my throat. He walked right up to me, inches away and smiled.

Five

“Hey,” he said.

Four

“Hey.” What was this? He reached over and took my hand.

Three

“So, I have a question…” He bit his lip like he might be as nervous as I was.

Two

“What is it?”

One

“Can I kiss you?

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About M.J. O'Shea:

M.J. O'Shea has been writing romance since algebra class in sixth grade (when most of her stories starred her and Leonardo DiCaprio). When she's not writing, she loves listening to nearly all types of music, painting, reading great authors, and on those elusive sunny days in the Pacific Northwest, she loves driving on the freeway with her windows rolled down and her stereo on high.

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The unicorns thank M.J. O'Shea for stopping by with this gift. Don't forget to let her know what you think about "One Hour" in the comments. And now onto...

Would you like a chance to win a copy of M.J. O'Shea's latest, "X Marks the Spot"? This contest is open to two winners--one winner will get an autographed paperback copy, the other winner an eBook copy (it is open worldwide) Imagine having a book with M.J.'s signature in your hot little hands!

Jack Hunter is always on a quest for lost art, ancient manuscripts, and anything else that’ll romance the millions of viewers who watch his show each week. He hasn’t always hit pay dirt in his searches though, and a string of empty global treasure hunts has left his show on the brink of cancellation. Jack needs a white whale, a holy grail, nothing less than a miracle to revive his career.

Aloysius “Alo” Green likes his ivory towers. He’s content to study from the comfort of a university library and publish papers nobody other than academics will ever read. But coded letters pointing to hidden Nazi treasure fall into his hands, and while colleagues warn him to keep them to himself, Alo can’t stop obsessing. He makes a huge mistake and publishes a paper on his find, ignoring the danger doing so will bring.

Jack is sure he’s struck gold when his assistant brings Alo’s paper to him. Alo wants nothing to do with Jack or his televised treasure hunt. But after Alo is threatened, it appears Jack is his best bet to silence those who seek to use him to find the vast wealth first.

By trusting Jack, Alo might’ve saved himself… or made his worst decision yet.

To enter to win "X Marks the Spot", please leave a comment on this blog post and let us know your name and a means of contacting you (e.g., email, Twitter handle, link to Goodreads account, etc. BMBR will contact the winner privately for their mailing address)

The giveaway is open until 10:00PM (Pacific time) on 11/14/15. Shortly thereafter, we will contact a winner whom we will select using a highly scientific "names in a hat" method (or, you know, an internet randomizer). Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.

Review: Last Communion by Ingela Bohm

A worldwide disease has all but wiped out humankind. Only a few people survive, the doctor’s son among them. But there’s something wrong with him: he no longer wants to eat. Is he finally dying too?

The answer is as unexpected as it is horrible: one night, he discovers a new hunger – a mindless craving for blood. Horrified at himself, he flees into the night, but when he tries to find sanctuary, he ends up almost getting killed. As he starts to realize that even a predator can become prey, he runs into Garangjas – another man who drinks blood. Irresistibly drawn, he follows Garangjas to his flock of ‘Confirmands,’ a weird group of people who might just be his ticket to survival.

There’s just one problem: how can the Confirmands stay alive if the rest of humanity dies out?

A deadly disease was spreading was wiping everyone out at a rapid pace. Human bodies were not absorbing their food anymore, so they were essentially starving, even though they were eating. No matter how much they ate, the food would pass through their bodies like nothing even happened. I have to say, this was an interesting concept and one I'd not read before.

Our MC (who we don't learn the name of until the end) had stopped wanting to eat. He and his family were worried that he'd die soon, just like everyone else was. But he realized his sudden urge for blood, followed by an unfortunate incident that had him running.

Frantically running, until he ran into Garangjas, who, like the MC, had a craving for blood. But Garangjas knew what they were and how to help the MC, so Garangjas took him into their "flock".

OK. First, what the MC did to make him run was pretty horrific and he just kind of... moved on from it. He was at home and craved blood and took care of the urge... I think you get the idea. How does he just move forward after that? Like nothing happened? There was some remorse, but not enough for me to like him or care about him.

The storyline was sort of all over the place and was hard to follow. There was a lot of weird terminology and euphemisms. Like the vampires (who weren't actually called vampires, but Confirmands) used the word virgin a lot in reference to the MC and I'm not sure why. Did they mean that literally? And how was it relevant to anything? I don't know. It threw me. And why did they call blood wine? I kind of get it when they were drinking the blood to call it something else so they could distance themselves from the gruesome reality. But calling it wine instead of blood when blushing... yeah, it was a bit too much.

And then the (non)relationship with Garangjas was not developed enough. Well, not for the ending they had, anyway. I would have been OK with them if the ending were different.

All in all, not a great read for me. I've liked Ingela Bohm in the past, so I'll be looking into her books again in the future, but I can't recommend this one.

A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.

Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Kari Gregg

THE GREGG is here!! The MOTHERCLUCKING GREGG is here! Be ready for her to wield the mighty sword from Planet Fuckatron and stuff your--

Whoops. Got our days mixed up. *clears throat* The Gregg is here today to share about her failure as a ghostbuster, though she gave it a great try. And she has an awesome 3 spooky book giveaway for one lucky winner, which includes her latest, Sightings.

Ghostbust...ed?

One of my standard go-to lines is “I don’t believe in ghosts, but I’m afraid of them.”

Despite lots of effort on my part, especially while I was young, I’ve never seen a ghost or experienced anything paranormal-y, though. I lived in a haunted house once. Never even got remotely creeped out. I worked in two haunted buildings too. Ho hum. At least I got paid. In my teens, I visited the grave of Sis Lynn–nothing. The one-room schoolhouse mentioned in Sightings? That was real, though not the legend behind it. We never knew the story. The ruined schoolhouse was on the way to a friend’s house and he talked about eerie blue lights in the place at night. I never saw anything and I walked that stretch of road quite a lot. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve been to Gettysburg, one of the most haunted Civil War battlefields, and never experienced anything creepy. We toured the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum and a few other haunted spots, like the Peyton Randolph house in Colonial Williamsburg. Heck, my husband was raised in Burkittsville, MD, home of the Blair Witch!

Kari in a Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum (TALA) room where the asylum issued clothes to patients

Basically, if you are in the mood to check out anything spooky, I’m game, but I’m also the last person you want to bring along because ghosts snub me. The wankers.

I love wondering about it, though. Thinking. Scaring myself with a game of what-if. What would meeting a real ghost be like? Or seeing a genuine monster? How about fleeing a zombie horde?
I keep returning to these ideas, the shivers and the scares, in my stories because tales of what else might be out there, waiting to surprise and terrify, draw me. I keep signing up for ghost tours and visiting haunted places too.

So far, I seem to be a dead zone when it comes to ghostly or other paranormal occurrences, but I keep trying because maybe...someday...

Inside the TALA on the 3rd floor in a long, spooky hall. *gulps*

Author Bio:

Kari Gregg lives in the mountains of Wild and Wonderful West Virginia with her Wonderful husband and three very Wild children. When Kari’s not writing, she enjoys reading, coffee, zombie flicks, coffee, naked mud-wrestling (not really), and . . . coffee!

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We thank The Gregg for sharing some spooky history and real life attempts to ghost bust.
Maybe one day...

Would you like a change to win all three of these scary titles: Sightings, Mating Season & Half a Million Dead Cannibals?

Love longer than forever.

Quinn Laramie moved to Mill Valley to care for his sick Aunt Betsy. After her recovery, he invested hours once spent in hospitals hiking and exploring the surrounding hills rather than returning to an empty apartment in the city.

Patrick, a photographer and self-proclaimed paranormal expert, saved Quinn from tumbling into a flooded creek where a bridge had washed away years ago, taking a pair of doomed lovers with it. Quinn and Patrick meet for other creepy jaunts thereafter: a derelict one-room schoolhouse, an abandoned cemetery, the burned-out shell of a home… Quinn hasn’t seen any ghosts yet, but Patrick’s shy kisses haunt him after each paranormal adventure ends.

Quinn wants more, and with their next spooky tour set to begin, Patrick is finally ready to give in. But what surprises wait them in the eerie manse atop Warner Hill?

He didn't believe in the monster of the lake . . . but that didn’t make it any less real.

When Danny needs a getaway, his best friend goads him into a week-long hiking trip. Who cares if local superstitions and old wives tales warn the wary to avoid the lake once summer nights turn chilly? The trails are still pretty, the wildlife just as plentiful, and the fall colors beautiful for the lens of Danny’s digital camera. Nothing sinister could happen, not here.

Danny was wrong. Assaulted by lusty tentacles that push his body—and his sanity—to the brink, Danny is then held captive by his best friend, betrayed for the sake of science. Unable to escape and terrified of the changes in his body, Danny’s alternatives are few. He will be returned, over and over, to the monster.

But maybe his future isn’t as bleak as it originally seemed.

All that’s keeping Riley from the man he’s falling in love with are the ruins of a city filled with half a million dead cannibals.

Strangers, Riley and Graham sheltered together in a basement storage unit when the zombie outbreak slammed into the world three months ago. They lived through the first blast of the plague, but they may not last much longer among survivors scrambling for dwindling resources. They agree to hike from the city and to the safety of the mountains.

They don’t count on the storm they hoped would cover their exit developing into a Nor’easter, though, and they sure don’t think their visibility would shrink so badly that they’d hike into the leading edge of a zombie swarm, either. In the chaos of escaping the ravenous horde, they are separated, with Graham racing toward feral dog packs to the east and Riley sprinting to hostile survivors hunting them to the west.

Nobody said finding and keeping a quality guy (alive) during the apocalypse would be easy.

To enter to win a 3 book bundle of Sightings, Mating Season & Half a Million Dead Cannibals, please leave a comment on this blog post and let us know your name and a means of contacting you (e.g., email, Twitter handle, link to Goodreads account, etc.)

The giveaway is open until 10:00PM (Pacific time) on 11/13/15. Shortly thereafter, we will contact a winner whom we will select using a highly scientific "names in a hat" method (or, you know, an internet randomizer). Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.

Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Jane Davitt

Jane Davitt is here! And we're in for a DOUBLE treat today!! Kink lovers gather round because not only is she giving away an ebook (Life Under New Management) but she also wrote flash fiction, Come to Heel. It's a kinkster's delight!

Heels fetish? #winning

Come to Heel

Jane Davitt

“I can’t walk in them.”

“I can’t walk in them, Sir.”

The correction’s accompanied by a stinging slash from the switch that lands across my calves. Ow fucking ouch. I have a fondness for that skinny little sucker when it’s used on my fellow sub. Watching Andy’s butt become a living tic-tac-toe board leaves my balls tight and my inner sadist drooling.

What, I can’t be a sub and a sadist? Sorry, didn’t get that memo. Or it’s filed in the drawer marked, ‘Oh really? Now fuck off’.

Used on me, though, and I’m tempted to snap the switch in half and take what I get by way of punishment with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

Okay, maybe not the song. Sir would make damn sure I was too busy screaming for mercy, forgiveness, and shit like that to focus on a tune.

I wriggle my toes. They’re pushed into a triangular space. Toes aren’t made to do that. It hurts. And my calves are a tight, taut stretch of flesh because I’m in four-inch fuck me heels and the angle and tilt – you have no idea unless you’ve worn them.

They’re all I’m wearing. Not even a cock ring. Classic black pumps, the Italian leather as soft as a sigh, needle-sharp heels making my muscular legs look elegant as a racehorse’s.

I stare in the long mirror. Yeah. Gorgeous. I can see it and Sir likes the view too, judging by the bulge in his pants. I preen a little, but I can’t do what he wants. I tried. I tottered. Staggered. Shuffled. Wearing heels, I’m as graceful as a toddler and I hate it. Hate disappointing him.

Tears. Fuck. He draws blood before he gets them usually and now they’re spilling out.

“Ssh.” He rests his hand on the back of my neck, clamping down. “I didn’t say you could cry. You haven’t failed me yet, but if I hear you tell me you can’t one more time, I’ll make you Andrew’s sub for a week.”

I hiss out a breath. No. Kneel to that cocky little shit who thinks he’s got a better ass than mine? Never.

“Again.” Sir caresses my cock, waking it to hardness after failure’s left it limp, working it with cool efficiency. “Maybe this will help your balance.”

Oddly, it does. Cock jutting, I throw back my shoulders, do the whole deep breath, focus bit and set off across the room, heels tapping on the wooden floor. God, my ass must look incredible. I throw in a sassy hip wiggle and get the switch again, catching the top of my thighs and leaving behind a sear and sizzle of pain.

I yelp and he clicks his tongue reprovingly.

“Is that how you’d normally walk? I don’t think so. These are what you’ll be wearing from now on, Tony. I like them on you. Get used to them and walk naturally, please.”

“Sir?” He can’t mean it.

“Oh, don’t worry.” He chuckles. “I got them in more colors than black.”

Really wasn’t what I was worried about.

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We unicorns thank Jane Davitt for the ficlet on Boy Meets Boy Reviews! Let her know what you thought in the comments! (Hot right?)

Author Bio:
At the age of eight I decided to write a book. I found a blank notebook, wrote 'Chapter One' at the start, scribbled a few hundred words about triplets with improbable names, then lost interest. Jump forward three decades and I still wanted to write a book, but the dim realization was dawning that meant I had to actually, well, write something.

Yes, it surprised me too.

So I did. Not about triplets, but love, angst, hot and spicy smut, and for the most part they're m/m romances.

I look at the shelf in my library where I keep the books with my name on them and yeah, there they are. I did it.

That eight-year-old me expected a lot of her future self though. Being an astronaut was also on the list. Did not do that.

Sorry, younger me. Here, have a wine gum.

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You can have a chance to win a copy of Life Under New Management:

Working for a perfectionist like strict, sexy-as-hell Ethan isn’t easy. Falling in love with him? No problem at all.

Taking a bar job in an exclusive hotel is a stopgap for Andy. He’s an actor and his big break is coming soon—he knows it. His hot new boss Ethan is strict, demanding and totally off-limits but Andy can’t stop thinking about him.

When Andy learns of Ethan’s need to be in control of his partner—in bed and out of it—he’s stunned by the intensity of his reaction. He wants Ethan guiding him, bringing order to his chaotic life. And he sees that Ethan needs him too, though they can’t be open about their feelings.

Ethan deals out deliciously perverse consequences for misbehaving, but when it comes to incentives, he knows just what to offer to have Andy on his knees begging for more.

But some secrets can’t stay that way for long. And when difficult choices arise, for once Andy can’t turn to Ethan for guidance. This time, he’s on his own.

To enter to win an ebook copy of Life Under New Management, please leave a comment on this blog post and let us know your name and a means of contacting you (e.g., email, Twitter handle, link to Goodreads account, etc.)

The giveaway is open until 10:00PM (Pacific time) on 11/12/15. Shortly thereafter, we will contact a winner whom we will select using a highly scientific "names in a hat" method (or, you know, an internet randomizer). Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.

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