Thursday, December 29, 2016

Welcome: Tamsin Baker Author of Grayson's Mate




Grayson’s Mate

Blurb:
At thirty-five, Grayson Nox is the business manager for his werewolf pack. He's good at his job. Too bad he's not as successful at finding his destined mate. He'll know her by a distinctive birth mark, but he's getting tired of searching. 

But the night Grayson finally sees his mark, it's not on a woman. It's on a gorgeous guy who wrecked his car near pack headquarters. Grayson brings the beguiling stranger home to heal … and to try and make sense of this strange twist of fate.

Medical student Reagan Forster has studied for ten years at University in Melbourne. At last he's ready to sit his final exams and head out into the world to heal people. But when he foolishly tries to drive home after a thirty-six-hour hospital shift, Reagan passes out behind the wheel. 

He wakes in an unknown world, tucked away in the mountains of Greensborough, with the hottest guy he's ever met at his bedside. Their mating starts a fire hotter than either werewolf or man has ever known. 

But they must make their relationship work against the backdrop of conflict, as Regan struggles to find his place in this new world, and the pack battles the Rogue werewolves who are a constant threat. 

When the spoils are counted in the end … can Grayson and Reagan both be victors?

Excerpt:
Grayson’s heart thundered in his chest like a base drum. So loud and profound he could feel the rush of blood in his ears pushing through his veins. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Let his mate go?
Never!
His wolf snapped and howled inside him. Grayson had to push down with all of his strength to keep the shifter down.
Stop! Don’t you dare break free. You’ll scare the shit out of him.
“Fine then. I'll go get dressed.” Reagan's tones were quiet and hurt as he walked forward as though to move past Grayson and go back downstairs.
Not a chance in hell are you leaving me.
Grayson grabbed Reagan and pulled him against his body. Reagan’s towel fell to the floor, and Grayson pressed his lips down onto his mate’s, Reagan's flavour and sweet orange  scent flowing over him in an all-encompassing wave. 
A deep growl emerged as the perfection of the situation moved through him. Every cell is his body responded to the magic that wove through him with his mate’s touch.
He stepped towards the bed and Reagan’s hands frantically grappled with Grayson’s jeans, pulling open the zipper and tugging down the denim as Reagan fell to his knees. 






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Friday, December 9, 2016

Release Day!!!! Handcuffed, Cops 'n' Floggers #1




Bad boys, bad boys.

Rent boy, Maverick Slone, Ricky to his friends, finds himself in big trouble with an unsatisfied client in the back alley of Leathers BDSM Club. Little does he know the Nordic god stepping in to save him, is an undercover vice cop.

When Detective Tyler Speed offers him the chance to leave the streets behind, it sounds too good to be true, especially when the man making the offer is the Dom of his very naughty dreams.


EXCERPT:

“Kneel. Now open your mouth wider, boy.”
The nameless Dom shoved me to my knees, grasped my chin then thrust his meaty thumb inside the corner of my mouth forcing my jaw apart. The smell of the condom tip flapping against my lips masks the rich musky smell of hot male. Under my knees, the cool ground seeps through my expensive leather pants and in my periphery, I can see heads turning to watch. Flashes of smiles white in the dim light followed by encouraging taunts from the men waiting for my client to finish so they can have their turn. I groan to encourage him and squeeze his tight butt. They like that because, inside the BDSM club, Leathers, the Doms never allow their subs to touch them without permission. Here in the darkness of the alley, I can offer pleasure for a few unrestrained minutes. He pushes his thick length inside and brushes my tonsils making me gag. The rubber grazes my dry lips as he thrusts deeper. His thick, wide cock bombards my mouth with the taste of latex, but the musky scent of him fills my nostrils. As his hairy balls tickle my chin, his thighs radiate a delicious heat. He laughs when I cough, and thick fingers grasp my hair holding me in place for his pleasure. The tug on my scalp sends a rush of delightful pain shuddering through me.
“Take it all, bitch, earn every fucking dollar.”
Here in the back alley of Leathers, I am part of the lineup of rent boys who wait for clients behind the club in the dingy alley. We queue beside the trash cans to service the Doms, to quench their urgent need before they take a selected sub to their dungeon. We all have a spot, and some like me have survived long enough to be in the group closest to the door. I turn tricks to survive. I don’t do dope, I look good, smell nice, and the Doms pay me twenty bucks for a BJ. I’m here from dusk until dawn every night, and my only wish is that one of the Doms will take me inside. I crave to be a sub and refuse to give my ass out here bent over the trash cans like most of the other boys.
“Suck me. Harder.” He holds my head and rides me. “You like that don’t you, slut?”
There is no respect given or expected, and I would never dare glance up at a trick. I am a receptacle for his lust—nothing more. As a rent boy, I am nothing—disposable—but I need the small connection with the Doms of the BDSM Club, Leathers. I service them without complaint, but they always leave me craving more.
I need a Dom to take me higher.





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