Monday, November 29, 2010

And, the winner is...

Total E-Bound NEWS

Author of the week beginning November 29th is: Nadia Aidan We’ll be offering 20% discounts off a selection of her books, so don’t miss out on that! You can find the author of the week feature on the TEB home page.

Total-E-Bound Feral Contest Winner

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Jude Mason's 6 Sentence Tease

Thought you might like a sneak peek at the newest in the Kindred Spirits Series. Enjoy

Quinn’s Blessing
ISBN #978-0-85715-338-8
©Copyright Jude Mason and Jenna Byrnes 2010
Total-E-Bound Publishing

“Yes, I’m sure you could.” He took a step closer and reached inside the curtain, his fingers gripping Jack’s hard-on. “But, I’ve only got a small tank here and I know we’d run out of hot water before we run out of…steam. So, why don’t you dry off and I’ll hurry?” He gave Jack’s erection five or six long, luxurious strokes then withdrew his hand.

Jack bit back a groan of disappointment and fought to control the urge to thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock through the opening Quinn’s hand had left.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Phaze Books Black Friday/Cyber Monday special sale!

Starting now, 
Black Friday, November 25th through Cyber Monday, November 29th, 
take 25% off everything, print and ebooks,
when you order on Phaze Books' website! 
Use sales code BLACK at check out to get the discount. 

With such a great discount, you can get great gifts and buy a little something for yourself!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Good Cop, Bad Cop, available now

Good Cop, Bad Cop

by Jenna Byrnes and Jude Mason
Gay MM/ Contemporary
Publisher: Total E-Bound

Two hot studs, an evening of scorching sex, a pub, and the gaymes begin…or have they?

Officer Kevin Sands and his lover get off on playing games—role playing games.
When one of their escapades goes awry, will someone else pay the price for their fun?
Or can the lovers solve a mystery that could mean the end of everything they hold dear?


Thursday evening and the Rocky Rode, the only gay bar on the west side of town, was next to empty, which suited Kevin Sands just fine. Standing behind the long wooden bar, he polished the beer glass deliberately before sliding it alongside the dozens of others lining the shelves on the rear wall. Two dudes sat near the front of the large, dimly lit room, another four lounged by the fireplace, talking quietly while downing yet one more round of brews.
Kevin sighed and looked at the clock over the mantel. It’d been a long day and he’d hoped for a little excitement by then. Another glass in hand, the cloth tucked inside, he twisted it, wiping the few drops of water.
A noise coming from the large oak doors dragged his attention that way.
“Yowsahs,” he murmured, eyeing the tall hunk of dark-haired muscle and bone walking towards him. The man wore a pair of engineer’s boots, snug but well-worn blue jeans and a plaid shirt that drew tight across his wide chest and arms. The rugged looking man’s forearms showed bronze where he’d rolled up his sleeves, and a small tuft of hair poked from the deep V at the front of the shirt. A leather vest finished off the outfit.
The new customer slid onto one of the bar stools and propped his elbows on the well-polished bar. He seemed flushed. It could have been from the last of the summer’s heat outside, but Kevin didn’t think so, not from the hungry look he saw in the man’s deep brown eyes.
Kevin put the polished glass aside and sidled over to the customer. Placing his hands on the bar, he leant closer and asked, “What’ll it be?”
“Beer, whatever’s on tap as long as it’s cold and wet.”
“You got it,” Kevin turned and grabbed one of the beer mugs. When he’d filled it and placed it on a coaster, he bit back the come-on line that came to mind. He couldn’t stop the thought though and silently added, not so cold, but definitely hard.
“Pretty quiet tonight,” the man remarked, offering Kevin an opening.
“Yeah, usually is mid-week.” He reached for another glass and began the tedious job of polishing. “You here to meet someone or just dropped in for a drink?”
“What’s your name?” Tall and Good-looking asked, his gaze roaming up and down Kevin’s not quite so enormous body.
“Kevin Sands. Yours?”
“Dave McAdams.” He took a swig of beer and sighed when he put the large glass down, one third gone. “Just out for shits and grins. Not meeting anyone…else.”
Kevin’s eyed the man and smiled. “Else?”
“Yeah, thought I might try picking up the bartender.” Dave smiled and winked. “Think I’ve got a chance?”

Monday, November 22, 2010

Bookie Awards are now open

And Off We Go!

The Authors After Dark Bookie Awards are now open for voting!

Jenna Byrnes' book Aloha Kaua is up for 2010 Erotic Short Story of the Year on Poll 2

Jude Mason's Forever Mine is up for 2010 Vampire Short Story of the Year on Poll 4

We'd of course appreciate your votes. But, please no matter who you're crazy about, get over there and vote.

Good luck to everyone who was nominated. Just getting this far is awesome!


Sunday, November 21, 2010

Jude Mason's 6 Sentence Tease

I thought I'd take this opportunity to post a little tease each and every Sunday. You'll get snippets from old books and new. Yes, I'll let you know their titles and where you can find out more about them.

This is from Doc, the first in a new series I'm working on called Daybreak 2525.

The hand moved on, parted his shirt front and slipped inside. The fingers were cool, the palm a little warmer moving over his skin.

Doc gave his cock a healthy squeeze and hoped the straying hand would wander downward. It did, and he squirmed again, his excitement rising. His heartbeat drummed in his ears like a tune he’d dance to later, after the orgasm he approached had run its wicked good course.

“Get your hand outta the way,” a man whispered with an urgency that surprised Doc.

Doc will be published in March 2011 by Total E-Bound. I know, I'm a terrible tease. I hope you're patient.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Breakfast by the Sea by Destiny Blaine

Jekyll Island is on Red Alert: These Tough and Sexy Operatives Will Leave the Island Forever Changed

On rare occasions, a writer will pen something they can’t seem to leave behind after they type out the ending. Breakfast by the Sea is one of those books. Jeff Jacobsen, the lead Alpha-male hero in the novel is forever embedded in my mind. The story, the characters, and the setting will remain in my head for years to come. 

When writing a ménage romance with more than two heroes, I tend to lean toward one of these fellows right from the start, but after reviewing my notes for the novel,  I never thought this would be an obstacle in this particular novel and for various reasons.  

When the characters were developed, I fell in love with each of these men, feeling like they were the boys next door. These operatives were cowboys with plenty of heart. They were willing to take up arms and fight for what they believe in and more than willing to die for the person they were standing beside, especially when one of their own, a brother more than a friend, counted on them for their protection. 

As much as I tried to keep Jeff Jacobsen on common ground with the others, he kept pressing his way to the forefront and mainly because there was so much story to tell about his past; too much to reveal and a lot of layers to uncover. The man behind the operative chased the demons he desperately needed to overcome and once Paige revealed her place in his life, I was toast. Jeff was mine. 

Even though Jeff Jacobsen emerged as the leading hero, Callan O’Bree won over several beta readers from the start. He was noted as the perfect Irishman—handsome, charming, and full of mischief.  Miles is said to be intelligent with a dry sense of humor certain to win over his own crowd. As for Adam, our fearless Super-Ops leader, he has a definite fan club for various reasons.  I can’t reveal those without giving away a few spoilers. 

In the end, I think readers will be very surprised at the turn of events between Paige Lambert, our heroine, and Connor, one of the heroes who could’ve easily emerged as our leading man. The way the tables turn between Connor and Paige is one of my favorite parts in the story. I think you’ll see the underlying significance of their relationship and agree, the final scene between Paige and Connor lays the groundwork for an incredibly sweet happy ending. 

I’m proud of Breakfast by the Sea and hope you’ll consider purchasing this book while it’s on sale at a tremendous 15% savings. I’m anxious to introduce ‘my boys’ to you and hope you’ll love them as much as I do. Breakfast by the Sea is available today at Siren-Bookstrand. 

Destiny Blaine/Natalie Acres

Natalie Acres is one of the pseudonyms for Destiny Blaine. Natalie’s books Sex Party, Sex Games, and Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts became the #1 Best Selling Erotica and #1 Best Selling Western books on Amazon soon after their initial release dates . Destiny Blaine’s western ménage books Domination Plantation (Aspen Mountain Press) and A Matter Among Four (Siren Publishing) have captured and claimed best selling spots on various third party retailers. Destiny Blaine is also credited for being one of the first authors of sports romance. Her sports romance books are available now at Siren-Bookstrand.

©2010 Destiny Blaine

Blurb for Breakfast by the Sea:

A beautiful woman with a checkered past runs a legitimate bed and breakfast on Jekyll Island. Several young men posing as cowboys move in Breakfast by the Sea and things become chaotic right from the start when the oceanfront B&B turns into a command center for a very determined group of special Super-Op Forces. 

Pursuing a man known as the King of Hearts, five tough operatives fall for a woman they’re supposed to eliminate. When the team discovers Paige Lambert is in fact the Queen of Hearts, they can’t ignore their handler’s orders. Is the bed and breakfast owner destined to die for her past crimes or will she end up under the protective custody of the men hired to kill her?

Excerpt One for Breakfast by the Sea: 

He felt like he’d just laid eyes on her for the first time. He started at her chin, noticing the way the dark brown hair curved under her jaw, a lock of hair so delicate but there nonetheless, like it was clinging for dear life. Was that what Paige was doing? Was she frightened? Was she running scared? 

His gaze traveled down her long, slender neck. He admired how she held her head high, the structure of her slender collarbone leading to a bare chest with plenty for a man to enjoy. Before he indulged too much, Paige knelt down and retrieved her clothes, shrugging into a sports bra, one she had to yank over those full mounds in order to secure them. 

Damn. She was right. Snapping that neck of hers would be a terrible waste.
That’s when his mouth watered. Why hadn’t he gawked when she’d been topless? And why did he find her sexy as all fucking hell right then? 

Her flat stomach made him itch. He’d love to kiss around her sunken belly button and insinuate a slow sex act, make her arch for him, beg him for more.

Finally, he studied the band of her shorts. What he’d give to lick and tease his way a little lower, strip away those shorts and show her what she’d been missing. Maybe in her body, he’d find what he’d been looking for all along. Perhaps he needed to fuck a woman he wasn’t later expected to kill. Then again, he couldn’t be so sure that order wouldn’t come. 

Stop thinking! 

“Is something wrong?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. 

“No,” he replied, storming ahead of her. Suddenly, he wondered why she followed him then when she hadn’t trailed behind him before. He stopped, turned around, and shook his finger again. “Don’t you dare run. I’d like to have breakfast before we do that again.” 

“Okay,” she said, catching up and walking beside him. “Want to answer my question now?” 

“Which one?” 

“How can you keep up with me?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he growled. 

“I’m asking.” 

“I’m in great shape.” 

“I can tell.” 

Jeff stopped at the bottom of the steps. “Is that you coming on to me?” 

She sashayed by him. “No, Jeff. That was me trying to figure out how I can outrun you next time.” 

“There won’t be a next time,” he told her, grabbing her from behind and slamming her against the steps, bracing her back with his large hands. 

His breath matched hers. The move knocked the wind out of both of them. 

“Now what?” 

“I’m not going to kiss you,” he said, thinking he wouldn’t put up much of a fight if she laid one on him. 

She moistened her lips. “I didn’t think so,” she whispered, arching her neck.“What if I kiss you?” 

“Is that what you’re planning to do? You have the rest of these guys by the balls, and since I’m not turning tricks to taste the pudding, what ’cha gonna do, darlin’, offer me a spoon?” 

“I don’t understand your riddles,” she stated flatly, licking those full, enticing lips once more. 

“Let me give you a warning. I’m the real thing, sweetheart. I’m in Jekyll Island to work. It’s something all of us do very well when we don’t have a distraction.

Now, since I’ve been assigned to you for the time being, I’m setting you straight. You’ll do what I tell you, and you’ll do it with a wide smile to boot. Understand?” 

“Or you’ll what?” 

“I told you what I’d do. If you want to see how much I enjoy skinny-dipping, pull one of your stunts again. I’ll drag you into that ocean and make sure every tourist within ten miles hears you when you scream.” 

“I already heard the guys talking. You wouldn’t rape me,” she said, narrowing her gaze and proving then that she wasn’t so sure. 

“Rape? Hell, no. You’ll respond to me like a bitch in heat. I have a way about me.” 

“Really? Who would’ve thought?” she asked diabolically, moving her lips to his ear. “Who can I ask to verify this? Hmm? Have you left any of your past lovers alive? Because if you have, I’d love to give them a call and invite them to join me for tea.”

Excerpt Two is for Adult-Only Sites:

Retrieving a large piece of leather luggage from the top of her closet, she started packing. Jeff stood near the French doors, eyeing the beach. “Tell me about the resort.” 

“The Jekyll Island Club is swanky, a throw-back from yesteryear with many of the same upper-class families vacationing there. The old families have been coming to the island for generations. As a business owner, it’s hard to compete. The resort appealed to the upper echelon of society for a great number of years.” 

“What about security?” 

She looked right through him. “I’m sure you’re aware of Ramone Carpasia’s reputation. I hope you won’t put untrained guards in harm’s way. The rent-a-cops at the club are no match for Ramone. If Ramone goes public for a battle, hotel security won’t stop him. We may not.” 

Jeff snickered. “I’m not afraid of your ex, baby. Besides, we’re not facing off with him tonight. We have time to put a plan together. We’ll go out to eat, enjoy a little wine, a little dancing, maybe even a little—” 

“Take me off the menu,” she advised him, walking to her closet and throwing a few dresses into her suitcase. At the same time, he strolled over to her dresser, and as luck would have it, he didn’t have to search for the lingerie. He removed the narrow top drawer from the bureau and dumped all the contents into her luggage. 
“What do you think you’re doing?” 

“I’m making sure you’re prepared.” 

She glared at him. “Have I missed something? You’ve been here for about a month. You stare at me like you hate me, threaten me whenever the opportunity presents itself, and now you seem hell-bent on fucking me.” 

“Sounds about right,” he said, fingering one of her favorite lingerie items, a thin, royal blue silk negligee with lace cups, thin threads barely holding them in place, a satin tie at the waist, and a transparent skirt. 

“I’d rather be married to Connor.” 

His head jerked. Winking, he said, “If we were talking a true honeymoon and wedding here, I might choose Connor for you, too. But since we’re trying to keep you alive and secure our target, I’m the man for this job. At the end of the day, you’ll be glad I’m me and you’re you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, tossing a blouse toward him and watching him fold the soft cotton like the feel of material she’d worn against her skin excited him. 

“We are what we are, Paige. Men aren’t that different from women. There are men you fuck, enjoy the hell out of in bed, but you wouldn’t take them home to Mama.” 

“I’m not sleeping with you.” 

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said. “Those are the men you want standing beside you when you meet an enemy. They have testosterone on their side. It’s what gets them going in the sack, and it’s the same thing you see coming out when a man fights for what he believes in.” 

“But you won’t fight for me. You might fight beside me, but you won’t draw your gun for me.” 

Moistening his lips, he caught her wrist when she tossed another article of clothing toward the luggage. “If I’m standing beside you, or anyone else, I’m fighting for you. I don’t step into the line of fire without knowing why I’m there and who I’m responsible for protecting. Got it?” 

She tried to break his grip. When she failed, her gaze met his. 

“We’re working together. For the time being, trust me to guard you.” 

She swallowed. “I wonder how many women you’ve led to your bed with similar promises.” 

“All of them.” 

“And they ended up dead,” she stated flatly. 

“So I’ve been known to tell a lie or two.” 

“I’ll sleep with both eyes open.” 

“Perfect. I knew you were a woman after my heart.” 

“Bah! That’s the last thing I’m after.” 

He patted her behind. “After you rubbed this all over my hard-on, I know what you’re after. My heart won’t get you off, but I have something that will.” 

She grated back the urge to curse him. “God! You are so full of yourself!” 

“I’d like to show you why sometime. Maybe I’ll get a chance on our honeymoon.” 

“I hope I never get that desperate.” 

“You will,” he promised. “I’ll make you wet, Paige, fucking wet. And then I’ll do something about it. That’s not a promise. That’s a no-questions-asked money-back guarantee.” 

She picked up her luggage, and he immediately took over, placing his hand over hers until she released the handle. “I won’t be used by you or anyone else.” 

“Maybe not, but I’m still going to fuck you. That’s what it’s going to take to make us both happy.”

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

November's Newsie Available Now

The Wanton Quill
Newsletter #66- November 2010 Edition

I hope you've had a spectacular month. Mine has been busy, which is good, and productive, which is very good. Grab a cup of your favorite beverage and I'll tell you all about it.
                          What you'll find in this issue:
What Jude's been up to:
This has been an incredibly busy time, and I've got some awesome news to share!

Where to find Jude:
Website, Twitter, yahoo and more…oh so very much more

Coming soon:
Good Cop, Bad Cop, co-authored with Jenna Byrnes: Two hot studs, an evening of scorching sex, a pub, and the gaymes begin…or have they?

New Releases:
Quinn's Blessing, co-authored with Jenna Byrnes: Jack Donner arrives at Whiskers’ just in time for a wedding, but so has someone else, whose motives aren’t quite so pure.

Awesome reviews for Gaymes Anthology and  Stallion's Pride

Free Read:
A sexy sneak peak of Quinn's Blessing. If you like your men hot, you’ll love this one!

Contest information:
Congratulations to Linda B, and juli! Find out what these two lucky women won and find out about my new contest. 

Website updates:
You betcha. New stuff and here's the url:

To read a slightly condensed version online, go here:

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 Take care and have an amazing day!