3K Prizes, Monster Giveaway, Shop and Win #allromance #Happy October #readreadread

Hey everyone! I am  participating in AllRomance.com massive October Giveaway. The contest is under way and this year they're giving away over 3000 prizes! There are hundreds of ebooks, thousands of dollars in gift certificates, signed print books, lavish gift baskets, eReaders, tablets, and more! All readers have to do is shop. No purchase is necessary. In lieu of purchase, readers can go here to enter.

Please note that the giveaway is random. A program awards a prize to every X reader upon checkout or to a random non-purchase reader.

I'm pleased to say that I have offered several titles for this giveaway, including Keeping House. 



Babysitting dogs, Remembering Matthew, Supervillains... #malexmale #writestuff #caffeinateme

Good morning everyone! Thank you joining me on my rambling this morning. I’m on the first cup of coffee, so I hope it all makes sense. *sips from mug* The SO is out of town for a family even, and I'm babysitting a whole lot of dogs. It's a regular dog riot here and will be until Monday night. Whoo. Whee.

It's October, which calls to mind many things, falling leaves, bonfires, football games, Halloween … and death.

"On October 7, 1998, Matthew Shepard, a 21-year-old student at the University of Wyoming, was brutally attacked and tied to a fence in a field outside of Laramie, Wyo. and left to die. On October 12, Matt succumbed to his wounds in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado." 
Every year this season reminds me of all those who've been lost to hate, the boys and girls taken from us. Never forget. Hate kills.

Okay, So yesterday I had a very special guest here on the blog, Lexi Ander of Less Than Three Press visited to talk about her upcoming release there. You can check that out at Crawl in Bed with Lexi Ander of Less Than Three Press

To give you an idea how things are going here, Netflix released season five of the walking dead on September 27th. I have 2 episodes left to watch. 2. I do not even want to think about how many zombies I've seen thus far. They killed two great characters… three actually. I had high hopes for Noah. And Tara. Oh my. Poor Tara.

Many words to be written. I'm about half done with Pulp Friction #5, Dead Money. I'll leave you with this. …rock on. Great White Once Bitten 

Ooh and this…

Villains lurk... 
You need superheroes!

Fortunately, I have just the hero for you!

When marshmallows are involved, things are bound to get sticky. 

It's a Bird, It's a plane, It's a Marshmallow? # Newrelease #preorder #mmromance #superhero

Now Available for pre-order! 
Story Orgy Superheroes
Saving the day at major e-Book retailers near you! 

A Man of Unusual Talent
Collin Crane is a man of unusual talent. Really unusual. Too weird for the Guinness Book unusual. On the fifty-year plan to a doctoral degree in physics, and a quiet quest to understand his own oddities, Collin clings to obscurity. This superhero has learned the hard way that it's better to be safe than sorry.
Enter Mathias Giraud, football hero, local cop, and CC's secret fantasy since high school. Mat's a simple man with a hero complex fostered by comic books and Marvel movies. Saving the world is his fantasy, but since his roots are firmly planted in Morrisonville and reality, he'll settle for protecting and serving. Until he clashes with CC at the local convenience store and is reminded of his own high school crush.
When marshmallows are involved, the course of true love is bound to get sticky.
Available for pre-order at AmazonAReSmashwordsiTunesBarnes & Noble

 Flyboy’s First Misadventure
Secrets? Oh yeah, Dean Wades has a doozy. When he goes up, he doesn’t necessarily come back down. Okay, that’s not true. Dean’s a master at falling, it’s the landing that could use improvement—a lot of improvement. After thirteen years of attempting to conquer this gravity defying mystery, he can no longer live with not knowing what he is anymore. So he heads cross-country to see the two people who just might be able to give him the answers he seeks…his folks.
Easygoing Gavin Trevor is always willing to help his family, even when they have ulterior motives…like forcing him to make up with his annoying older brother. When a simple task at his parent’s house puts him in a position of danger, he’ll need a lot more than luck to avoid a serious injury—he’ll need his very own superhero.
And the fates collide, well sort of. It may not be love at first sight—Gavin was unconscious in Dean’s arms for their initial introduction…but perhaps these two men can make it a relationship at first flight?
A threat against Gavin’s family throws a wrench in their plans, and while Dean gladly offers his amateur talent to help the mission, Gavin doesn’t want to put his rescuer’s life in jeopardy by risking exposure of the greatest secret ever. 
This proves to be a rescue adventure for the books. Or is that a rescue misadventure?
Available for pre-order at AmazonAReSmashwordsiTunesBarnes & Noble
For more Story Orgy Superheroes, our co-writers Hank Edwards and Em Woods will be releasing their books soon. :)


Crawl in Bed with Lexi Ander #PridePromotions #malexmale

Crawling Into Bed With Lexi Ander And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
*bounces on the bed* Cotton because when getting down to business, the last thing I want to do is slide off the bed.

What are you wearing?
Oversized T-shirt and underwear.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Chicken in a biscuit. Can you please pass the Kraft Easy Cheese spray can? I need to put a dollop on top of my biscuit.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
*blushes 10 shades of crimson* *pushes you to the other side of the bed* Uhm. You really don't want to look in there. That's the naughty fun drawer. No, you cannot borrow the handcuffs.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Ha! I start out like a burrito and end up with no covers and hogging the bed.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
LOL! Yea, no. I might have to push you over the edge if you do.

What are we reading?
Dragon’s Eye, Sumeria’s Sons #5

Series should be read in order.
Release Date: October 7, 2015
In the wake of birth and betrayal, Ushna takes the God Ashur to Tristan in a last desperate bid to save Tristan's life—and is helpless to do anything but watch as Ashur instead buries him in a grave. Though he has no desire to go on living, having now lost Brian and Tristan, Ushna has no choice. Not only do their children need him, the mysterious Simurgh has come out of hiding and forces him to continue on—for there is much to do and little time to do it, especially with treachery and danger closing in on them from every side.


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Instead of asking questions, Mother followed me into the house. Corey's finger's lightly cupped my elbow, not breaking contact even as he spoke to others. From the foyer I could see the French doors in the living room had been thrown wide, the furniture pushed back against the walls. Neesie directed the warriors as they carefully lowered the wounded in the places prepared for them.

Gregori Borchetta, dressed in formal Magi robes, stood next to Nathan, both of them ready to attend the injured. Everyone glanced up when they realized I was watching. I couldn't look away from their expressions of sorrow and pain. Especially Neesie and Nathan, who were like family to me. Neesie, her brown eyes so like Tristan's, gave me a watery smile but Nathan glared. The condemnation in his expression told me where he placed the blame. I'd failed in his eyes and I couldn't disagree with him.

A huge thank you for allowing me to be a guest on the blog today! Throughout the blog tour for Dragon's Eye, I hope you enjoy the behind the scenes look at the gods and mythos, and how they play a part in Sumeria's Sons. For a visual representation, please visit my Pinterest page. (https://www.pinterest.com/lexiander1/sumeria-sons-inspirations/) During the tour I discuss the Sumerian pantheon, about who and what the Gods/Goddess are, and how I use them. Make sure you stop by the other blogs to get a complete look at the Gods and Goddess the Lycan's follow.

Also, Less Than Three Press is running a special sale on Sumeria's Sons from September 23rd  through October 7th.

Twin Flames is $0.99  at Amazon & Less Than Three Press

Find additional sales at Less Than Three Press

Thank you for stopping by and reading!

Meet Lexi Ander:
Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.

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Story Orgy Creature Feature: Mum's the Word #malexmale #storyorgy

Good morning friends and readers!
Welcome back to Monday with Story Orgy. Ready to see what happens next?

Mum's the Word
Chapter Nine
Sept 28: Once…

“What the hell?” Scrabbling quickly to his feet, Owen darted toward what now looked exactly like a grubby, flat wall.
The prospect of what… or who… lay on the other side of that wall raised goosebumps on Izzy’s arms. “No!” Izzy grabbed for his friend, but his fingers slid right over the fabric of Owen’s sweatshirt. He missed and reluctantly chased after Owen, finally snagging a belt loop and tugging impatiently. “What are you doing?” He stared incredulously at his friend. “Are you…” Insane, he finished the thought.
“There’s got to be a secret door of some kind.” Owen insisted, shaking Izzy off and reaching out to the wall. His fingers traced a line down its length, a thin nearly invisible crack that he wouldn’t have seen at all if it hadn’t just recently been illuminated so brightly. “See if you can find a latch or something.”
“With someone on the other side of it!” Izzy protested, flinging his hands in the air. “Someone who obviously doesn’t want us to know they’re here.”
Owen glanced over his shoulder, flashing Izzy a wicked, heart melting grin. “Yeah… someone who shouldn’t be here either.”
Becoming aware that he’d been bouncing in frustration at Owen’s risky behavior, Izzy stilled himself with conscious effort. “What do you mean?”
“Only three people we know of are authorized to be in this building, right? The professor who’s upstairs apparently moving furniture.” Owen held up three fingers and ticked one off.
Izzy nodded. He remembered that scare, yeah. “Okay. Yeah.” The reminder that they were alone but for a potential maniac did nothing to ease his concern.
The other two fingers waggled madly then pointed back and forth between Owen and Izzy. “Us. The Professor, you and me. That’s it.”
“All the more reason not to go chasing after some guy who isn’t supposed to be here in the first place!” Izzy declared, eyeing the secret door nervously. “That… intruder… could be anybody. A thief, a serial killer…”
“Don’t you want to know who it is? More important, don’t you want to know why there’s a secret door in the basement of the museum? What’s so awesome that it had to be hidden instead of just parked in one of these gazillion dirty, dusty, musty spider filled rooms?”
A spark of interest flared to life. It was true, what Owen was saying. There were maybe not a gazillion rooms, but there was plenty of storage for anything the university wanted to store. “But… The professor--”
“You’re right. We’d better wait until tonight. And that way, we can be sure whoever just peeked in at us is gone too.”
“Right…” Izzy agreed reluctantly, torn between the possibilities of artifacts and certain danger.
“So…” Owen looked at the floor. “Damn. I hope that wasn’t valuable.”
Izzy followed his gaze to the shards of glass and the dried hand. “Oh…”
“Mr. Nichols, Izzy.” Clattering footsteps followed the professor’s voice, and Izzy instinctively scooped up the hand and shoved it into the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie.
Owen hastily scraped the broken bits of glass into a pile and stood awkwardly in front of them. Shoulder to shoulder, they stood, stiff. Beads of sweat broke out on Izzy’s brow and his palms grew damp. This was an all-new fear, different from the potential serial killer lurking on the other side of the wall. This was a fear of ramen and knock off cereal and suffering through a winter without heat just as they’d struggled to get through a summer without air conditioning. The professor may not have fired them instantly for taking the box of letters home, but destroying property was an entirely different matter.
In the dim corridor he fancied that the professor’s dark eyes were narrowed, and all knowing. Was he looking over Owen’s shoulder at the wall? Did he see some fragment of glass that escaped Owen’s foot? Was the outline of the hand visible through Izzy’s jacket?
“Izzy?” The professor approached, and for the first time since meeting the man, Izzy was chilled instead of warmed by the glint of white teeth in his wide lipped smile.
“Yes, sir?” He sidled closer to Owen, seeking warmth instinctively, like a baby penguin huddling in at his father’s feet, which given how he felt about Owen, and the things they’d done, was kind of a creepy thought to have.
Izzy didn’t have to look at Owen; he could tell by the pugnacious tone of voice that his roommate’s jaw was lifted at a challenging angle.
“What are you two doing? What was that noise?” The professor stepped from the shadows by the stairwell into a pool of light provided by a single overhanging bulb a few feet ahead of them.
“Nothing. I thought it came from upstairs?”
“Did it? I didn’t see anything, and I just came from there.”
“Uh… professor, do you have any duct tape?” Izzy blurted, trying to stave off what sounded like a confrontation in the offing. Though he couldn’t imagine what the professor and Owen would be fighting about, the atmosphere in the hall had taken on the feel of a family Thanksgiving dinner, where his Aunt Rachel and Uncle Connor sniped at one another until the third bottle of wine passed before turning their venom on their family and sending first cousin Lucy then Rose running from the room in tears.
Not that he thought Owen or Micahn were going to run from the room sobbing, but the scent of blood was in the air, and that scent always made Izzy tense and nauseous.
“Duck tape?”
“Duct… uh. Never mind. It’s gray and about two inches wide?”
“There maybe be such a thing in the office supply cabinet in the office. Why?”
“We need to reseal some of these boxes.” Izzy hunched a shoulder toward the clothes on the floor.
“This is the extent of your morning’s work? A wedding gown and a morning suit?” The smile vanished and his thick brows drew together in a scowl. “You are not making as much progress as I had hoped.”
“We’re working as fast as we can.” Owen interjected. “It’s not our fault that these people saved every damn piece of paper the mailman brought.”
“Nevertheless, we must come up with something fresh. The university archaeology department relies on funding from donors, and the donors want something more.”
“We can’t invent things that aren’t here.”
“I am not asking you to. I would just like you to get through these rooms faster.”
The professor crossed his arms and Izzy had the impression he was trying to coach them, encourage them, as though there were anything he could say that would fill those endless boxes with anything other than useless paper. “Once we find at least three concepts, we can build exhibits around them.”

If you enjoyed my post, click on over to the rest of the Orgiasts and read more! 

Coming Soon, Superhero, Marshmallows, Romance #malexmale #cover art #mmromcom

Here's an unofficial sneak peek at the cover art for Story Orgy's new superhero stories. Designed by Startled Monkeys Media, these covers are just as fun and fabulous as they stories they go with. (links, excerpts, etc to follow at a later date)

A Man of Unusual Talent 
A contemporary m/m superhero romance 

Based on a prompt by Cheri Taylor 

"1)Ability to magically manifest a giant pile of marshmallows 2) accidentally setting one's car on fire (on the inside) 3) a vegetable peeler"

Collin Crane is a man of unusual talent. Really unusual. Too weird for the Guinness Book unusual. On the fifty-year plan to a doctoral degree in physics, and a quiet quest to understand his own oddities, Collin clings to obscurity.  This superhero has learned the hard way that it's better to be safe than sorry.

Enter Mathias Giraud, football hero, local cop, and CC's secret fantasy since high school. Mat's a simple man with a hero complex fostered by comic books and Marvel movies. Saving the world is his fantasy, but since his roots are firmly planted in Morrisonville and reality, he'll settle for protecting and serving. Until he clashes with CC at the local convenience store and is reminded of his own high school crush.

When marshmallows are involved, the course of true love is bound to get sticky. 


Thank you, Best Seller, All Romance #malexmale #readersrock

Whoohoo! Thank you to all the wonderful readers out there who purchased Like a Wolf from All Romance. I just got email from them that it's hit the best seller list! You all rock! You have to scroll all the way down there to #48 to see it, but it's there!

And congratulations also to my muse, Havan Fellows, whose Geoff's Teddy is ringing in on the Best Seller List at #45 today!

Life Challenges, Cover Art, Walking Dead Season 5 #writestuff #caffeinateme

Good morning everyone! *sips coffee* That sounds so simple doesn't it? Sips coffee. Like an easy gesture made elegant and graceful through long practice. The truth of the matter is that getting to that first sip is sometimes fraught with terror and moments of desperate confusion. This morning, for example, I forgot to put water in the coffee pot.

That's right.

So I had the scent of coffee, which isn't quite as good for sipping.

And I stood there, for a several seconds With the pot tilted at the correct angle, waiting for that aromatic brew to gurgle its way into my mug.

Only it didn't.

Hence the desperate confusion.

But now, I have rectified the situation and I have real coffee. *sips coffee*

And… to make up for being uh… life-challenged this morning, I went to Facebook to the Story Orgy group to say "Hi, how ya doing" to all my friends there before I start work on my post of Mum's the Word for tomorrow, and what do I find but that there are prezzies there for us! Cover art for A Man of Unusual Talent is finished, and I should receive the final files today. That means it's time to schedule a release date and start stressing over it. I have to confess, I do love this story J

In other news, Telling the Truth is now available for pre-order at Amazon, Smashwords, and All Romance. The release date is scheduled for October 7th. I know, I told you that yesterday, but today I have the Amazon link as well. 
Tonight, season five of The Walking Dead comes to Netflix, at last. I'm going to do my very best not to be a glutton and watch all of it at once, but, well, you know. It's like good alcohol. You take a sip, then another, and before you know it you're hammering back double shots until the bottle is empty and you have no idea how that happened.

If I am going to watch any of The Walking Dead at all, then I need to get down my word count for the day, which is 2K. I'm starting out this morning with the prompt for tomorrow, just need a few hundred words there, and then I'll be shifting over to Pulp Friction for the rest of the day, where it's my hope to get a full chapter done.

So, rock on all you lovers of words and song. Here's more 80's hair band music to get your engine revving. Great White Once Bitten 

Have a great Sunday everyone! 

New Release: Telling the Truth (Truth or Dare #2) #malexmale #mustread

New Release!

Good morning everyone! *sips coffee* I am excited to announce today that the second edition of Telling the Truth, Truth or Dare #2 is now available for pre-order at ebook retailers. Release is set for October 7, 2015. This is the story of the second youngest Blake, Terry and the the twins, Dex and Trick, Mischa's friends. 

Paying his debt for a losing hand of cards sets Terry Blake free to pursue a fantasy he never dreamed could be reality.

Smashwords    All Romance eBooks     Amazon 

Terry lives his life according to guidelines…study accounting, get an MBA, and work for the family business. And while handling the family and business finances is rewarding, something has been missing.
When a losing hand on poker night forces Terry to answer his brother’s question with Truth, he’s unable to hide behind his pristine reputation and fancy business suit. Terry is honor-bound to divulge secrets he’s been ashamed to admit even to himself in the privacy of his own bedroom.
Dex and Trick have finally found acceptance for their relationship in the homes of their friends. They would never do anything to jeopardize that newfound sense of belonging. Fooling around with Mischa’s prissy, domineering, and oh-so-sexy older brother is too risky.
Terry isn’t going to take their dismissal without a fight. He’s convinced Dex and Trick are meant to be his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make them realize all the safety and protection they might need can be found in his arms.


This lovely couple was really getting into their embrace now, and since no one else seemed to notice, Terry felt kind of included, almost as though he were participating in the act instead of witnessing it. He could practically feel the sweep of tongues in his mouth, the touch of two sets of hands tracing his shoulders, his abdomen. Damn, he really wished he had Dan’s bold personality or Mischa’s rebellious streak. He’d be over there in a heartbeat taking his share of kisses.

Down boy, he whispered to his newly overactive libido. Baby steps; we’ll get there eventually. Jumping from mild-mannered straight accountant to gay threesome in seconds made for too drastic a change.

“Terry? Are you all right? Do you need a drink or something?”

Damn. Somehow Mischa had walked up and knelt next to him without him noticing.

“I’m fine. Fine. It’s a little hot here, that’s all.” Terry spoke, but he didn’t look at Mischa. He knew his voice sounded hoarse, but couldn’t do anything about it. The best he could hope for was that Mischa wouldn’t notice the rather large bulge under his hands. Thinking rapidly, he sought a distraction for his far too-astute younger brother. He whipped his head around to look at the outdoor kitchen. “Think there’s a burger ready yet?”

“I’ll check with Donovan for you.” Humming under his breath, Mischa rose and headed off toward the grill. As he strolled past Dan on his way to the outdoor kitchen, Dan rose and joined him. Terry watched as his two brothers spoke briefly. Dan turned a curious gaze in Terry’s direction, and he studiously ignored it.

Satisfied after a few moments that both of his brothers were thinking of other things, he turned his attention back to what he’d come to think of as his own little porn show. Startled, he found himself staring directly into two pairs of bright blue eyes. The temptation to look away was an old habit that he’d have to work hard to break. He forced his eyes to maintain the connection, smiled hesitantly, and tipped his head in acknowledgment that he’d been busted true to rights, staring at a tender moment that should have been private.

Something in his expression must have met with approval, because both faces broke into wide smiles and the two young men nodded back.

Buy Links: Smashwords    All Romance eBooks     Amazon 

Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955