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Submissive Lies

So… I got the opportunity to read a fabulous book by debut author, Shane Starrett.

For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Shane, he’s about the most self-deprecating man I’ve ever known. He’s funny AF, and has been a huge supporter of the romance community for quite a few years. In fact, I get to meet him and his wonderful wife Cynthia next June at The Court of Sin event in New Orleans! I’m so excited!

Anyhoo, back to Submissive Lies. This book is full of the feels, and I’m delighted to share it with you!

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I’ve deceived everyone around me about who I am, and I’ve lied to myself. But this time I won’t. This time I will choose happiness… even if it hurts.

“Okay. Jen.” Thomas’ shoulders relaxed in another small release of tension as he gave a slight chuckle. “just for future reference, you might want to think of another way of starting a conversation right after we’ve had sex other than ‘Can we talk?’ followed by ‘Have I ever told you about my past lovers?’”
“Ugh.” I slumped back a bit, groaning. “This is getting all twisted around…”
He laughed, then reached down, kissing the top of my head. “It’s fine. Just tell me what this is about.”
“In my past relationships, I…” I paused, letting out a small sigh. “Well, there have been certain things about them that were…well, aspects of them that have included…umm…” I wasn’t sure exactly how to approach this. This was not a conversation I’d ever thought I was going to need to have with him and coupled with the fact that the discussion had already gotten off to an awkward start, I was quickly beginning to lose my resolve to continue. However, Thomas was patient and didn’t press me.
“Certain,” I picked up where I had stopped. “…certain, uh, what people would call … kinky things.” I looked up at him, hopeful, expectant, and saw his expression change from mild uncertainty to one of bemusement.
“Kinky things?”
“Yeah, you know, kinky…sexual things.”
“Okay.” Thomas frowned, his brows knitting together. He was deep in lawyer mode, and I could almost see his brain attacking this. “Are we talking about things like the toys in your drawer?” He made a slight motion towards the nightstand on my side of the bed.
“Well,” I pursed my lips together, taking a deep breath, trying not to let my frustration show. “Those could be considered part of it, I suppose, but what I’m referring to are things that would be a little more…pronounced than that.”


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Huge Cock(y) Announcement!

I’m thrilled to announce that I will be a participating author in Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward’s new Cocky Hero Club World! These will be a series of books written by various authors and each story is inspired by one of the original books in Vi and Penelope’s blockbuster series.

My novel, Sexy Scoundrel, is inspired by the first in the original series, Cocky Bastard. Scroll down to the end of this email to see a tiny tease of what I’m working on, and you’ll get to meet Leonard and a few of the other characters!


Now for the REALLY big news!

As a special gift to my mailing list subscribers, Vi and Penelope are offering a FREE ebook copy of Cocky Bastard!

To claim your copy, all you have to do is join my mailing list before September 10, 2019. You’ll receive a link to claim your free book in your welcome email. When you claim your book, you will automatically be added to The Cocky Hero Club mailing list so you can keep up with all the news and release dates. If you already subscribe to my mailing list, don’t worry! You’ll get an email too.

You can also join my Facebook group, Raisa’s Raunchy Renegades, for more news and a chance to win a paperback of Cocky Bastard, signed by BOTH Vi and Penelope! Squee! I want one, too!

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Sneak peek of Sexy Scoundrel
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My brother bounced in his seat when Mr. Dennison turned off the two-lane road and onto the gravel drive leading to Carlina’s house. Sparse trees and low desert vegetation decorated the landscape, along with weathered split rail fence. A camel, followed by a young horse, wandered toward the fence, watching my car with interest.

“Are you excited to see Leonard?” Antonio asked, his round face shining with happiness. “I can’t believe I get to visit Leonard the Lion. Do you think he’ll solve a mystery while we’re here?”

Maybe he’d solve the mystery of how one woman who could create such decadent chocolate was so damned stubborn.

Mr. Dennison pulled to a stop in front of a log framed cottage with a sloped tin roof and flower boxes in the windows. It looked like something from a fairy tale.

Carlina stood by a gray flatbed Dodge with a gooseneck trailer behind it. A piece of plywood formed a ramp leading from the passenger side door to the gravel driveway. She chirped softly, clicking her tongue to encourage the mangiest lion I’d ever seen from the cab.

He leaned into her, nearly falling as she helped him down. That was Leonard the Lion?

Antonio was out of the car before I could stop him, moving faster than I thought he could. I raced after him and skidded to a halt when she smiled and held up a dirty hand.

“Hey, you must be Antonio. I’m Carli, and this is Leonard. I need you to be slow and careful, okay? He’s in a new place and he might get scared. Kneel next to me and we’ll pet him together.”

I’m not sure what I expected. Most women took one look at my brother and either ignored him or tried to convince me to have him institutionalized. I was okay with Antonio being ignored.

The women who insinuated anything about putting my brother into a home didn’t get a parting gift. He had Down Syndrome. That didn’t make him less a person, and I wouldn’t tolerate him being treated like a leper.

Carlina Garner treated Antonio better than our mother had. She talked to him and touched him, holding his hand as she helped him pet a lion that probably wouldn’t last another year.

“What’s wrong with him?” Antonio asked, stroking the cat’s ears. “I wanted to see him solve mysteries.”

“Well, I think Leonard needs his zookeeper’s help to do that,” Carlina replied. The lion chuffed at her, rolling to his back as she scratched his chest. “And he’s getting older, so maybe he’d like to relax and take some time off from mysteries.”

“Are you going to give him chocolate cake? Gio brought me your cupcakes last night. I said I’d eat broccoli if you cooked for us.” He looked over her head and grinned, the lion forgotten. “Can I ride your horse?”

“Wow,” she said, shooting me a glare. “Chocolate isn’t good for animals, but I’m glad you liked them. I’m sure Max would be happy to give you a ride, so let’s get Leonard settled in the shade and we’ll do that.”

“Can we have breakfast after that? I’m hungry.”

Carlina rubbed her forehead, then said, “Sure. Breakfast after a ride.”

New Year’s Hop

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Welcome to the New Years Facebook Hop, hosted by @Boxed Romance Bargains!

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BITCHES BE CHRISTMAS HOPPIN’

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Welcome to the Bitches be Christmas Hoppin’ Author Hop!

Twenty Bitches have come together to provide you with some amazing giveaways, a great way to discover some new authors, AND a $100 Amazon Gift Card Grand Prize!

To participate, just enter the page giveaway below, and then hop on over to the next author and repeat til you’ve visited all of us.

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Two surprises! I’m having a Black Friday sale on Wicked Deception. If you haven’t had a chance to check it out, it’s on sale for $0.99 until the end of the month.

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My second surprise is a… COVER REVEAL!
Check out Eris Adderly fantabulous cover for Wicked Truth, coming your way in December!

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Special Guest Tucker McCallahan

Lead singer Ash Redvers needs a drummer. When Dustin Davis shows up, ready, willing, and able to play – not to mention gorgeous – Ash thinks it’s going to be the best season yet. But Ash has never had a boyfriend, and Dust isn’t willing to be a quick hook-up. As the summer heats up, they’ll have to decide whether all they can make together is music, or if there’s something more for them after the Boys of Summer are gone. 

 

Hi! My name is Tucker McCallahan, and I’m the author of The Boys of Summer, the first book in the Dust & Ash Saga. I’m so grateful to Raisa for hosting me today!

Long ago in a galaxy far, far away, two writers (Tucker & Raisa) found each other on a site called Literotica. She took pity on me and served as my editor for several years. I’m happy to report I was able to return the favor down the road. Raisa and I have always worked well together. It’s a true joy to find somebody who’s able to offer honest and constructive criticism, and Raisa has never pulled any punches with me. She made me a better writer, and I hope I’ve done the same for her. It’s pretty rare to find such synergy between two creative people.

She was one of the first people to read the Dust & Ash Saga when it was still in its rough draft. I’m so thankful for that, and for the time she put into helping me craft better stories. The Dust & Ash Saga has been under construction for nearly ten years now, and I’m so proud to be able to share an exclusive excerpt from the first novel here. Enjoy!

From The Boys of Summer:

Grounds Zero was pretty busy for a Sunday morning, a fairly heavy crowd of both students and churchgoers enjoying the assorted beverages and pastries, as well as the limited breakfast menu. The gender split was very nearly fifty-fifty. When all conversation ground to a halt, the barista turned off the bean grinder, and the lone bus boy dropped his dish bin with a clatter, Jason sighed. His singer had finally arrived.

Ash Redvers stood just inside the doorway to Grounds Zero. He wore faded, torn jeans slung so low on his hips, it was obvious he was commando under them. A dark designer T-shirt in some kind of gauzy, clingy material hugged his chest and abs, and a toe ring glinted from his flip-flops. Ash spotted Jason, smiled brightly enough to light up the entire café, and raised his hand in an enthusiastic wave. That stupid shirt climbed up and revealed a swath of bronzed flesh pulled taut over Ash’s perfect six-pack. Jason couldn’t do anything but curse silently and wave back, which of course drew every eye in the place from Ash to him. Jason’s face burned.

Jason had spent years becoming accustomed to everything about Ash. As the bass player in the Boys of Summer, Jason stood behind the guy all summer long. It was kind of like standing behind the sun. Ash’s glory shone down upon the world and when he was around, nobody else existed. As if the hot body, expensive clothes, and amazing voice weren’t enough, Ash had the face of a fallen angel: wicked, innocent, and sexy all at the same time. Jason wasn’t into guys, but Ash was so much more than just a guy.

Everybody worshipped the sun—at least a little.

Three minutes and a nonfat vanilla-and-caramel latte with whipped cream later, Ash settled down across from Jason, who was doing a wonderful impression of a thunderhead. Ash sipped his coffee, the tip of his tongue licking whipped cream from his upper lip.

“Damn, Jase, I’m not that late.”

“Steve got arrested again last night.”

Fuck. Is he in jail?”

“No, he’s in the hospital.”

“Hospital? Why?”

“Because this time, he didn’t just get sloppy drunk, drive home, and get picked up. This time he got totally fucking polluted, tried to drive home, and flipped his truck three times down the embankment at the top of Brewster Road.”

The blood drained from Ash’s face as he slowly set his coffee down on the little table next to his chair.

“Oh my God.” The look on Ash’s face asked the question he couldn’t seem to put into words.

“He’s really messed up.”

“How bad?”

“They had to cut him out of the truck. His left arm was almost severed. The doctors don’t know if they can save it.”

Ash’s heart lurched up into his throat. He couldn’t imagine what was going on inside Jason. As fucked up as Steve was—and Steve was really fucked up—he and Jason were still brothers, Irish twins, born in the same year and as close as Ash was with his brother. Ash got up and walked around the table. Using one foot, he kicked a chair and sent it sliding several feet out of the way. He sank to his knees and yanked Jason into a hard embrace right there in front of God and everybody.

“Goddamn, man,” Ash murmured. “Goddamn.”

Jason stiffened and Ash let go. He sat back on his heels and studied Jason’s face, oblivious to the people watching them. Jason had turned to stone. No tears, no emotion. That worried Ash. He’d rather see Jason break down and cry, or listen to him shout about his brother being a drunken asshole. Ash caught Jason’s blue eyes flicking around the dining room and realized Grounds Zero wasn’t the place to prod Jase. Judging by the hot-red flush burning under the collar of Jason’s trademark Superman T-shirt, Ash had managed to embarrass the poor guy just by hugging him.

Ash got up and returned to his chair. “What can I do?”

“Well, Steve can’t drum.”

“Yeeaaahhh….”

“We have to find another drummer, Ash.”

“You called me down here to tell me that?”

“We only have a few weeks to find a new drummer for the band. We have to practice with whoever we hire. That’s kind of a big fucking deal.”

“But you don’t want to talk about your brother?”

“I sure don’t.”

Ash drained his coffee in several large gulps and motioned for the server. Pulling a twenty-dollar bill from a clip thick with them, he waved it at the kid. “If you can make two egg sandwiches magically appear, you can keep the change.”

The guy grinned at Ash and took the money, along with his empty mug.

Ash turned back to Jason. “I’m starving.”

“How many?”

“Just two, but they were frisky.”

“Someday, my friend, you will find the one girl who will be enough for you.”

Not unless she has a dick, Ash thought, but he just smiled at Jason and shrugged.

“So, a drummer,” Jason said. “I was hoping maybe you knew somebody up at CMU.”

“Yeah, dude, nobody I know would play in a wedding band for the summer.”

“Even with the kind of bread we pull down?” Jason looked skeptical.

“Most of ’em think I’m nuts for even singing with the Boys. Write it off to the band being a family business.” Ash turned pouty. “Shit, you know how many Adam Sandler jokes I put up with?”

They sat at the table, brooding together in silence. Thoughts of broken contracts, returned deposits, and hysterically upset brides filled Ash’s head. Jason was right: they had to find a drummer, and they had to find one fast.

“Oh, thanks, man.”

Ash took the two steaming sandwiches from the server. Jason somehow wasn’t surprised when he saw the guy also brought Ash another cup of specialty coffee and a big, sticky pastry covered with icing.

“You looked really hungry.” The server stood there fidgeting with his tray and staring at Ash the way everybody stared at Ash. Jason rolled his eyes, his mouth thinning.

“I am.” Ash eyed the server, who was, no doubt, as sweet as the pastry looked. “And I love cinnamon rolls. You must be psychic.” Ash raised the pastry to his mouth and took an enormous bite, covering his pouty lips in gooey, creamy white icing that he slowly licked away.

The server blushed and scurried off. Jason kicked Ash under the table, hard.

“What?” Ash asked, his mouth full of food.

“Asshole.”

“Yeah, I bet that’s sweet too.”

But what Jason heard was “Yah, abba swee thoo,” as Ash attempted to chew, swallow, and speak simultaneously.

“We’re fucked if we don’t find a drummer who can replace my asshole alcoholic brother and you’re sitting here spitting at me while you dick around with the faggot waiter.” Jason glared. “That’s not cool, man.”

“All I said was ‘Yeah, I have a sweet tooth!’ And stop insulting the server. Gay-bashing is so beneath you.”

Ignoring his roiling stomach, Ash finished the cinnamon roll and picked up an egg sandwich. Jason’s rude comments were the biggest reason Ash wasn’t out to the guys in the band or back home. Not that Ash considered himself gay. As much as he liked girls, he figured he fell nicely into the bisexual category. He didn’t expect to ever meet anybody, fall in love, and get married. He simply liked sex with guys way too much to swear off it for any girl, and vice versa.

Ash wiped his mouth with a napkin. His sexuality, and its semicloseted status, was an old personal hell. He had a new fresh hell to deal with, one that involved Jason and Steve Teague, known affectionately in the band as the Disaster Duo. Ash briefly closed his eyes in a silent bid for patience. The summer hadn’t even officially started and they were definitely living up to their nickname.

“What about down at Pitt?” Ash asked. “There have to be all kinds of drummers down there.”

“I’ve already posted notices on all the b-boards, put flyers up, and made a Craigslist ad. I asked the two guys who I knew I could stand to play with, and they both laughed at me.”

“Didn’t want to play in a wedding band, huh?”

“You got it.”

“You tell ’em they’d be making five a week, plus tips?”

“Oh yeah, and then they laughed harder.” Jason checked his phone. “Look, I have to go. My parents are at the hospital. My grandparents are watching my sisters. I promised I’d be back as soon as I could.”

“It’s cool, man. Is there anything I can do to help out?”

“If I get any bites on drummers, you may have to interview them. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get back into the city.”

“I don’t know dick about rhythm sections. I’m a singer. I belt songs and shake my ass.”

“And you fuck catering crew girls.”

Ash winced and sipped his coffee. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Dude, it was my amp you slimed up.”

“That’s… crude, Jason. Really crude.”

“You didn’t have to clean it up.” Glancing up and seeing the server returning, Jason made a face and stood. “I’m ghost, yo. I’ll call you.”

“Tell Steve I’ll be down to see him.”

Jason loped out of the coffeehouse without looking back. After all, he could feel the warmth and radiance of Ash’s sun shining on his back all the way to his car. As much as he loathed admitting it, the sensation was comforting with so much unfamiliar happening.

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. The Boys of Summer is the first book in the Dust & Ash Saga and is available now on Amazon and Smashwords. The second book is scheduled to come out in the spring; there are six books in all.

To celebrate the first release in the saga, I’m sponsoring a giveaway! There are three ways to enter: like my author page on Facebook, follow me on Twitter, or – if you’re already following me on FB and Twitter – leave me a comment about your favorite music to listen to at a wedding reception. I’ll be giving away three gift cards, and the winners will get to choose what they’d like to receive! Winners will be announced on my blog on September 30th.

 

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Thanks once more to Raisa: for directing a critical eye to my work for so long, for supporting me from day one, and most of all, for a terrific dinner with dragons. You rock, lady! Thanks for hosting me and the Boys, and enjoy what’s left of the summer!

 

About Tucker McCallahan:

Tucker McCallahan has been lots of places, seen lots of things, and is still learning new stuff on the regular. Multi-published, bisexual, polyamorous, and slave to a big black cat named Emperor Inka, Tucker is also married, a parent, a long-time member of the LGBT community and a proud educator/activist.

World’s worst blogger

Whew! I’m really horrible at updating my blog. I’ve forgotten TWO freaking new releases – I’ll get to those in a minute.

Most of my interaction with my readers has been on Facebook because of its incredibly prolific reach. Unfortunately, Facebook is becoming much less friendly toward artists, writers, and anyone who doesn’t toe the party line.

Has anyone been wondering why you no longer see posts and feeds from groups, individuals, and pages you follow? That’s because Facebook is muting them unless the owner pays for ads. I don’t mind paying for ads. I’ve done it in the past, though I doubt I will again.

This is on top of their Draconian stance against posting anything that might be construed as sexual in nature. Meaning, there will be no more ads for books with a shirtless man on the cover. The author could still do an ad, but he or she wouldn’t be able to use the cover art.

I don’t like being censored. I don’t like being told what I can and cannot look at or share. I’m a grown-ass woman. Facebook does not get to tell me what is appropriate. I’ll still hang out on Facebook. I’m not leaving any time soon. BUT… I’m going to move most of my book release information, teasers, and buy links to MeWe.

It’s an open environment. I’m not going to be censored or have to worry about posting a picture that their algorithm might deem unsuitable. And quite frankly, I’m kind of done with Facebook’s bullshit. So… I’ve baked some cookies. Come join me on the dark side at https://mewe.com/i/raisa.greywood

Now, on to the fun stuff! I have TWO more releases this month! Check out my books page for more info. The Tiger King is available for preorder at all your fave locations, AND available now at Changeling Press. You can find the buy links under the books tab on this website.

And coming August 31, is Ladder 54. Maren Smith, Felicity Brandon, Adaline Raine, Isabelle Laase, and I have grouped up to give you FIVE filthy hot firefighter romances in one incredible boxed set. I will update links when they go live.

I think that’s about all I have for now. To my readers and fans, I love you. You make my world go round, dears.

Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection

Master’s of the Castle: Witness Protection Program

Where will you be when the bomb goes off?

Ten of your favorite BDSM authors. Eight brand new stories. One really, really bad man.

When Master Marshall gets an emergency phone call, he can’t believe his ears. His cousin, Grace, has become the only surviving witness to a terrible murder and she is refusing witness protection. Fortunately for her, as far as Marshall is concerned there is no place in the world safer than a medieval castle full of protective Doms.

Unfortunately for them all, the assassin hunting her from the shadows disagrees.

Coming – August 7

 

Controlling Carlie

BJ Wane

Nothing could’ve surprised Luke more than seeing the girl he’d sworn to protect at the Castle, perched on another Dom’s lap. Anger and jealousy urged him to intervene when Carlie’s stubbornness forced him to take her on as his sub for the weekend to honor his promise to her brother to keep her safe. It takes a possible threat followed by a misunderstanding to get Luke to see what’s been right before his eyes all along.

Harboring Holly

Raisa Greywood

Two years ago, Agent Flint Turner met his dream girl. The only good he’d ever done during his undercover assignment was to help her escape one of the most vicious criminals in FBI history.

After witnessing the murder of her best friend, Holly Dansen finds safety in The Castle. When she sees the killer and his henchman, she thinks her life is over, but is determined to protect her newfound family.

But Mario isn’t what he seems, and she doesn’t know what to believe. The chemistry is bubbling between them, but can she trust him to keep her safe?

BJ Wane

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.

Raisa Greywood

Raisa is an up and coming author of romance with a dark and naughty twist. Her heroes are sometimes flawed but always the alpha in the room, while her heroines are atypical and can take anything those bossy alphas dish out.

The one thing that Raisa most loves is tipping tropes on their ears and making fun of them. She also adores alliteration.

She’s lived all over the world but currently resides in the Midwestern United States with her husband, two irascible cats, and a big bay rescue horse.

BJ Wane

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Bride to Keep

You are cordially invited to enjoy a brand-new release from the amazingly debauched brains of Alta Hensley and Maggie Ryan.

Coming MONDAY, June 25, but available for preorder right NOW, may I present Brides to Keep:  A dark reverse harem

 

Do you take these men?
To honor and obey from this day forth…

Stolen away by dangerous men on a mission.
Dark intentions I don’t understand yet cannot refuse.
Commanded to comply, obey, and serve in every way.

I am captured in a twisted world of not one man…
— but four.
With a pull stronger than anything I have ever known, I march down the aisle compelled to surrender to the darkness.

With these rings… I become their bride to keep.

*This is a standalone full-length dark reverse harem. Dirty taboo with not just one, but four. You may be afraid to walk down the aisle on this one.

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