Daybreak 2525 Volume One, coming March 12.2012

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Daybreak 2525 Volume One
by Jude Mason
ISBN: 978-0-85715-782-9
Publisher: Total E-Bound
Release date: March 12, 2012

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Doc
The son of a healer and a warrior, Doc is forced to take on both roles when his village is destroyed and his lover...gone.
Returning from a visit to one of the outland farms, Doc finds his village destroyed, his family either gone or dead and his lover vanished without a trace. The few survivors hidden among the ruins tell a tale of ruthless, sadistic marauders taking what they want and burning the rest. Doc finds too many dead and his heart breaks for those he finds alive. Mothers whose children are gone, husbands who have lost everything and everyone.

Pulling as many people as he can together and tending their wounds, Doc vows to find the rest of his people. His father is among the dead, but his mother, his sister and lover are not.

The hunt is on.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of hot m/m and m/f intimacy.

Jazz
A city of death where Jazz must find Doc’s sister, or die trying.
Jazz and Doc are on a rescue mission. This time it’s personal, really personal. Robin, Doc’s sister, was taken to the nearby city and enslaved. Jazz lived in the city for years and although he dreads the return, he can’t refuse to guide Doc in. What they find there is worse than any memory.
City peeps who barely survive and a Warlord gone berserk are just the beginning. Can Jazz find Robin? Will the two men survive themselves? And what of Zoe, the lady love they left behind?

Reader Advisory: This book contains some violence and lots of swearing and sexual assault.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of hot m/m, m/m/m and m/m/f intimacy.

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Doc - Book #1 in the Daybreak 2525 series
by Jude Mason

ISBN: 978-0-85715-490-3

Genre: Futuristic - post apocalypse/ Sci-Fi/ MM/ MF

The son of a healer and a warrior, Doc is forced to take on both roles when his village is destroyed and his lover...gone.

Returning from a visit to one of the outland farms, Doc finds his village destroyed, his family either gone or dead and his lover vanished without a trace. The few survivors hidden among the ruins tell a tale of ruthless, sadistic marauders taking what they want and burning the rest. Doc finds too many dead and his heart breaks for those he finds alive. Mothers whose children are gone, husbands who have lost everything and everyone.

Pulling as many people as he can together and tending their wounds, Doc vows to find the rest of his people. His father is among the dead, but his mother, his sister and lover are not.

The hunt is on.

Excerpt:

He dropped the satchel filled with his doctoring tools and herbs to the grass and unslung his bow. It was a small affair, made of some mysterious alloy manufactured before the big war.  He’d discovered it in what remained of the old city to the north and found it easier to aim than the long bows he’d been using. With a great deal of practice, the small weapon had proven extremely accurate, and he rarely travelled anywhere without it. An arrow in hand, he automatically notched it but didn’t draw it back. When he leant down to pick up his satchel, he saw movement below and again froze.

Doc squinted, hoping to see Jazz crouched amid the piles of rubble. His mother and father would be there, and his sister Robin—unless they were dead. Just thinking about it made him cringe. The warriors, where were they?

He noticed several of the bodies ahead were very small. His stomach churned. More movements below caught his attention. The familiar figure of a white-haired elder shambled out from under one of the heaps of debris. Each tribe in the region seemed to have at least one person who kept the histories of what had taken place over the last few centuries, passing on stories from one to the next. Seth was one of these ‘Rememberers’, keeping the records of their tribe. Being the oldest person, he’d lived through much of what needed recalling.

The wind turned, and Doc got his first whiff of the fire and of the burned flesh. His belly rumbled. He swallowed bile and gagged.

Straightening up, he squared his shoulders and looked carefully around. The woods surrounding the village remained undamaged and quiet. There were a thousand places to hide. He watched for several heartbreaking moments, knowing he had to be sure those who’d attacked were gone before he ventured in.

When he was confident no one remained in hiding, he returned to the path leading down the hillside. His pace quickened until he was jogging. He scanned the brush on either side as he hurried on his way. Visions of the atrocities he’d seen, mingled with flashes of his family, and Jazz, his darling, sexy Jazz, leapt into his mind.

Jazz, the man he’d grown up with and had fallen head over heels in love with, a handful of years ago, kept returning to his thoughts. If these were simply marauders, Jazz would have fought and probably died trying to protect the tribe. But if the attackers were after slaves or trade goods, the outcome might have been much different.

He thrust both of those thoughts aside. He couldn’t bear to think of Jazz dead. Captive or slave might be worse in some ways. Doc’s heart lurched. At least you’d be alive, my love.

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Finding Home, by Jude Mason

Finding Home

By Jude Mason
Publisher: Phaze
ISBN: 978-1-60659-529-9

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Blurb:

Handsome, blond, Jacob Cob was on a hunting trip that takes him beyond anything he could have imagined. While tracking an animal, he steps into what he believes is a cave only to wake up a thousand years in the past. Taken in by a native band, a young warrior offers him shelter and friendship. Jacob begins to learn the ways of the band, and soon finds himself falling for Tsaskwana, or Bird Song, a lovely native woman.

Still he searches for a way home. Every spare moment he has, he wanders the forest, trying to find that cave, to no avail.

Will his white man ways ruin his chance at happiness? Will Bird Song win his heart? Will he accept this new home and these people as his?

Content: Time travel, voyeurism, m/f sex

Excerpt:

"Good. Let us go inside then." Howling Wolf released his shoulder and entered the lodge.

Jacob followed. The interior was dim, but a fire roared in the center of the large room. His pallet lay on the far side, Wolf's and his lady's on the near side. It took only a few moments for his eyes to become accustomed, and that's when he saw both women were waiting for them.

Each woman knelt on a pallet: Bird Song on his, Little Dove on Wolf's. Over the fire between them, a large pot steamed, and the smell of fish soup permeated the air.

"You are hungry?" asked Little Dove, her face turned toward Wolf.

"Yes, I'm hungry. I'm starving," he replied and sank to his knees on the hide covered floor. Crawling toward her, he growled, like the wolf he'd been named after.

Jacob watched for only a moment as the big man neared his lover, his growls turning to moans of lust the closer he got. When he reached his hand out and touched her leg, she yelped as if burned, and threw her arms around his neck.

Tearing his eyes from the playful pair, he turned his focus on Bird Song, the maiden who'd trapped his heart from the first day he'd entered the village. She had positioned herself in the middle of his bed: her hide leggings removed and her footwear atop them at the bottom. She'd combed out her long raven black hair and cascaded down her back in a luscious waterfall of softness.

He quickly bent and removed his leather boots. Then, straightening, he skinned out of his soft leather jerkin before going toward her. They'd had many clandestine meetings, but until that moment, they'd never actually shared a bed. His excitement warred with his desire to take his time. He'd never been so concerned about pleasing a woman before. Bird Song was different—innocent maybe, but with an old soul, if that made any sense.

He felt her eyes on him, wandering over his chest and belly, traveling lower to where his erection pushed against the supple leather of his breech cloth. Each step forward shifted the head of his cock against it, and finally he shuddered from the extraordinary stimulation. He stopped when he was directly in front of her.

"It would seem we don't have to wait for our own lodge to be built," he murmured sliding his hand along her cheek to her chin, and lifting it. Her eyes found his, and she smiled.

"It would seem you're more than a little pleased at that," she countered, forcing her chin down, but only enough for her to focus on his erection. Her hand followed, sliding along his thigh and upward. She cupped the swell of his balls, gently massaging them, forcing a moan from deep inside him. Deftly, with her free hand, she unfastened the leather thongs holding his breech cloth together.

"Yes, I'm very pleased." He released her chin, only to move his hand to the tie holding her jerkin together. With a quick tug, the leather thong came loose and the front of her garment opened. The gentle slope of her breast drew his eyes and took his breath. He hungered for her. Her hand on him drove him on. His fingers trembled when he pushed them beneath the leather covering her shoulder. Pushing it away, he watched it slide down her arm and moved his hand to the other side. Another push, and a little urging, unveiled her upper body to him. The puckered tips of her breasts pointed at him, their dark points like beacons in the flickering firelight.

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