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Monday, January 26, 2015

Pride Promotions Book Blast BLMorticia/Michael Mandrake CONTEST

Book Name: No Denying Sin

Book 3 of the N’awlins Exotica Series (Can be read as standalone)

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23288249-no-denying-sin?from_search=true

Author Name: BL Morticia/Michael Mandrake

Author Bio: 

In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3  4 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.

In addition to being a computer geek and a metalhead, Sharita loves live music, reading, and perusing the net for sexy men to be her muses. She’s also a founding member and contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.

Where to find the author:

Website http://www.thelitriad.com

Mail: mailto:msrlmort71@gmail.com

Michael’s Blog: http://michaelmandrake.wordpress.com

BL’s Blog: http://blmorticia.wordpress.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/rawiyamikembl

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/TheLiteraryTriad

Authorgraph: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/rawiyamikembl

Publisher: Triad Literary

Cover Artist: Sara York


Living in the Big Easy is downright deadly especially if you’re a stripper. When another exotic dancer is found dead in her apartment, the heat mounts on Frankie and his fellow detectives to find the killer. Due to the magnitude of this unsolved mystery along with the LaBoy murders, tension runs high at nineteen making it hard for all to breathe around the police station and sending everyone into a frenzy.

There’s no denying Frankie’s love for Kajika but in the back of his mind, hot thoughts of the mutual jerk off with Orrin Daugherty loom over his head. Though the feelings are mutual, Orrin wants nothing to do with this and pushes Frankie away. Add in to the mix his fascination with partner Vance Morain along with his severe case of blue balls and you got one hell of a predicament for these for complex and volatile men.

The men at nineteen are burning with desire for one another and pleasure is beginning to be almost as important as business.

Will the sinful disruptions stop them from finding the killer roaming the streets of the Big Easy?

This is book 3 of N'awlins Exotica Series. Doesn't necessarily need to be read in order.

WARNING: Lots of lewd dialogue and smoldering sex between males.

Categories: Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Romance, Thriller

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“Good morning, Officer Daugherty.” A young male clerk behind the desk in the fitness center called out to him.

“Mornin.” Orrin nodded and kept going. He wondered if the glow from getting some was still on his face from the night prior or if he’d really caught the man’s eye as he hoped.

Either way, he had to admit he hadn’t felt this good in days—no, make that weeks. He’d slept, had sex, and a good breakfast when he finally rolled out of bed at two p.m. With all that going on, he felt he could get through just about anything, including work. Despite this, he was grateful to have the full day off until his next shift at four a.m. tomorrow.

Books 1&2 Can be read for free on Kindle Unlimited!

Pages or Words: 47,377 words

Tour Dates: January 26, 2015

Tour Stops:

Parker Williams, BFD Book Blog, Inked Rainbow Reads, Bayou Book Junkie, Amanda C. Stone, Molly Lolly, Cate Ashwood, Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews, Wake Up Your Wild Side, MM Good Book Reviews, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, Rainbow Gold Reviews, My Fiction Nook, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Love Bytes, It’s Raining Men, Decadent Delights, Tara Lain, Elisa - My Reviews and Ramblings, Nephylim, Andrew Q. Gordon, Queer Town Abbey, Because Two Men Are Better Than One


PRIZE: Orrin Prize Pack : An Orrin prize pack: A copy of the book, N’awlins Exotica inspired jewelry, a coffee mug, a GC from Starbucks, and a special prize.

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Sunday, January 25, 2015

Hide and Seek – 26

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” The Alpha called from the center of Quade’s large living room. He sniffed the air while his Beta circled the edge of the room warily.

“Looking for me?” Quade appeared at the top of the flight of stairs, his arms spread to show he wasn’t armed.

The Alpha did the same with a feral grin. “It’s about time. Where is your delectable friend?”

“Here, there, everywhere. Who knows? The last I saw of him he was running scared.” Quade’s face showed the disgust he appeared to be feeling.

“Pity. My Beta was so looking forward to having some time with him before he ripped him limb from limb. Now I suppose I’ll have to leave you at least partially alive for him once I’m finished. He gets so testy when he doesn’t have a toy to play with after a battle.”

Quade grinned broadly as he glanced at the Beta and then back to the Alpha. “I take it you’re not able to satisfy him.”

“I do not do men,” the Alpha replied with a low growl of disgust.

“Pity. You don’t know what you’re missing. Dom and I… well we won’t go into that. I’d hate to make your Beta jealous before we even get our play time.” Quade winked at the Beta and then started down the stairs.

The Beta raised his rifle, aiming at Quade’s legs.

Quade stopped where he was. “I take it you don’t think your Alpha can take me unless I’m wounded. That doesn’t show the respect he probably thinks he deserves.”

“Whatever,” the Beta said, squeezing the trigger.

The sound of the rifle firing was followed by a scream of pain. The Beta collapsed where he stood as his shattered knee gave way beneath him.

The Alpha spun around looking for the source of the shots that had rung out seconds after the Beta had pulled the rifle’s trigger. Quade tensed even as he shook the plaster dust from his hair, ready to attack if the Alpha located Graham, muttering loudly enough to be heard, “Took you long enough.”

Graham remained silent as he inched forward, ignoring the pain in his ankle. If he’d had his way, the Alpha would be next. But Quade had warned him that taking the Beta down would not mean he was out of the game so he kept his pistol trained on him. Werewolves healed much more rapidly than humans. That was why Graham had shot with the intent of shattering bones not just piercing flesh. He’d been all for dealing out a head shot but for whatever reason Quade wanted the Beta alive—if out of commission for the time being.

Turning back to face Quade, the Alpha shifted. Graham bit his lip when he saw the size of the wolf standing there, shredded clothing dropping to the floor. Even for a gray wolf he was huge, muscles rippling under the thick fur, eyes gleaming in anticipation.

* * * *

“Outside,” Quade ordered. He vanished immediately, appearing seconds later on the wide lawn in his werewolf form, every fiber of his being tense in anticipation as he waited for the Alpha to join him.

The Alpha did, circling Quade, jaws snapping. Quade turned with him, looking for an opening, the skin of his lips pulled back to reveal long fangs. Then he leapt, biting into the Alpha’s shoulder. The Alpha easily shook off the smaller, lighter wolf. They circled each other, snapping, growling, darting in to claw and bite when the opening was there. And then the Alpha was on Quade, snarling, his greater weight forcing Quade to the ground as he clawed deep furrows across Quade's back and side.

Quade howled as his flesh was torn and blood flowed. Twisting his head his jaws latched onto the Alpha’s shoulder again. The Alpha growled, his more massive jaws closing around the back of Quade’s neck. He began to shake him, loosening Quade’s hold on him.

Quade froze, and then his tail flagged as he dropped down in seeming submission to the Alpha. The large wolf retained his hold for long moments before releasing it to grab Quade’s leg, flipping him on to his back.

That was the moment Quade had been waiting for. Even weakened from loss of blood, he snarled at the Alpha standing in triumph over him. Then he wrenched his body around to lunge up, his strong jaws clamping on the Alpha’s throat, grinding, tearing deeply in. The Alpha raised his head and howled, clawing Quade in an attempt to force him to release his hold. Quade bit down harder. As the Alpha’s pawed and shook the lighter wolf, blood drained from his ravaged throat. The Alpha’s eyes dimmed, his growls weakened.

Quade used the last of his waning strength to give one last tearing bite to the Alpha’s throat, coming away with a bloody chunk of fur and gristle in his jaws. He managed to roll free as the Alpha’s huge body collapsed onto the blood soaked ground. Quade emitted a weak, triumphant howl when the comatose Alpha’s body returned to its human form.

There was one last thing that Quade had to do. He forced himself erect. Jaws wide open he bit down on the Alpha’s throat, severing flesh and bone until the head came free of the body.

I won, was Quade’s last coherent thought as he passed out beside the dead Alpha.