5 Star review for Ethan's Choice

Acquanetta Ferguson of the San Diego Erotica and Romance Books Examiner

Welcome to another erotic book review. Today I present to you Ethan's Choice by Jude Mason & Jenna Byrnes.

Now for my disclaimer: This book or review not intended for people under 18 due to graphic sex and is intended for adults. My reviews also may include materials that some people may find offensive and objectionable. Just so you know.

Ethan’s Choice is a supernatural erotic thriller. It has ghosts and two men finding each other amidst the spirits shenanigans.

This story opens up with Ethan going to an inn in a rustic town in Canada called Whiskers' Seaside Inn. Before he can get inside, his eyes fall on a man named Cade who is taking care of the shrubbery and he likes what he sees.

These two just seem to gravitate towards each other. Their sex scenes are hard and intense as only two men can be. Amidst their trysts is a ghost or spirit who latches onto Ethan and shows him visions that have him, a non-believer, believing in ghosts by the end.

From the dialogue and character development, this story is intriguing and will keep you glued from the beginning page until the last page. The scenery and setting is described so well I could “see” and “smell” the beachside inn.

Bottom line I give the book a 5. It was explicit where it needed to be. It was also a thrilling read. The ghosts’ story was interesting and the set-up for the next book is nicely done. Don’t let this book pass you by.

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Flash Fiction Friday

I decided to give you all a snippet from a very naughty story this week called, Jacob's Pony, which is available at Totally E-Bound Publishing.

Blurb:

In a world where man power takes the place of machine power, pony boys are the norm. Can a wealthy land owner fall for his steed?

Excerpt:

Jacob walked to the end of the line and stood before the largest slave. Just then, an enormous black stud, dressed in only a pair of very short shorts and a collar, came running from the stable. He stopped when he got within a metre or so of Jacob and dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. “Sorry, Master, I was tending to one of the field slaves. He’d stepped on something and cut his foot pretty bad.”

“Never mind, Sam,” Jacob said, kindly. “What do you think of these?” He reached out and stroked the wide chest of the man in front of him. It was hot and sweaty, yet the beast’s nipples rose to high peaks. Muscles rippled under the skin, and Jacob was sure he felt the heart beat racing. He slipped his hands lower, caressing the well-muscled belly, and the smooth, fleshy cock thrust towards him.

“Looks very good, Master. You’re a good judge of man flesh, for sure.” Sam climbed to his feet and went to look at the other three ponies.

Sam was the foreman, the top slave who had limited power over the others and kept Jacob in touch with any problems before they became either dangerous or harmful. He was young, blacker than any other man Jacob had ever seen, and unquestionably loyal. He also had his pick of bed-mates from the stables.

Jacob gave the pony’s cock a squeeze and smiled when the flesh thickened instantly. A few moments later, he was holding the fully erect shaft and stroking it brusquely while the beast groaned. Before the slave erupted, Jacob released him and moved to the next. He repeated the procedure, chuckling when the stud gasped loudly at the sudden abandonment. Whether he came or not was completely up to Jacob.

He moved on until he got to the final new stud and smiled when he looked up at the handsome face. This was the one who’d captured his attention. This was the one who made him hard and eager. Tall, his dark hair trimmed so it just touched his shoulders, the rest curling around his face. Brown eyes framed by long, almost feminine lashes peered straight ahead. A deep cleft in his chin was the only thing that the other three studs didn’t have. His wide chest and wash-board rippling stomach drew Jacob’s hands to them. Jacob stroked him, possibly a little more possessively, a little more urgently, and the beast’s cock rose even before it was touched.

“This one’s eager,” he said in a soft, husky voice. His own cock thickened, pushing against the soft material of his underpants.
Sam came to stand beside him and said, “Yeah, he seems to be looking forward to your touch, Master.”

“As all good slaves should.” Jacob slid his fingers around the base of the beast’s cock and squeezed.

Hunter's Light Review!

Hunter’s Light
Book 2 in the
Kindred Spirits Series
Jude Mason & Jenna Byrnes

ISBN: 978-1-907280-00-9
GENRE: m/m, paranormal
PUBLISHER: Total E-Bound

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RATING:
Review by PermaFrost
Review site: http://www.rainbow-reviews.com/

BOOK BLURB:
David Sanderson arrives at Whiskers' Seaside Inn, excited by the prospect of investigating the local ghosts. He's a freelance writer with a keen sense of the supernatural and enthusiasm to spare. When the ghosts fail to make an appearance, David is directed to the Harbour Point Light, where an active spirit is known to exist. And one handsome lighthouse keeper.

Hunter Pierce isn't sure he wants someone writing an article about his lighthouse and the ghost who inhabits it. He lives a quiet, solitary life in his little house by the tower and doesn't relish the idea of tourists taking over the place.

Their priorities might clash, but David and Hunter mesh in all the ways that count. Can an intense physical relationship be enough? And are there more ghosts at the lighthouse than the captain? Someone doesn't like David hanging around. David vows to figure out why, and hopefully, in the process, figure out what to do with the new love he's found.

BOOK REVIEW:
Freelance paranormal investigator David Sanderson is a man always on the move, traveling from one reputed haunting to another, never able to settle down to a fulfilling Gay relationship. At Whiskers Inn, he discovers the owners, Ethan and Cade, are very sexy, appealing, Gays, life partners whose erotic interludes he accidentally witnesses-much to his own excitement and embarrassment. However, while sensuality abounds, especially when he encounters total knockout Hunter Pierce, the stay-at-home lighthouse keeper on an isolated spit of land near the Inn.

But the supposed ghosts are not so cooperative. The closest David can come to paranormal events is Cade and Ethan's mention of the Inn's spirits. However, he soon finds that the Lighthouse and its surroundings are far more populated by the otherworld than he could have expected-and not all the spirits are happy with his “interference.”

Any story by authors Jude Mason and Jenna Byrnes, whether as a duo or in sole authorship, is a joy to behold and Hunter's Light continues their winning pattern. I raced through this novel, not in eagerness to finish, but simply because the pages almost turned themselves: such is the power of the writing skills and the authors' capacity to develop characters, weave subplots, evoke descriptive setting, and interweave incredibly erotic activity into the context of the story.

Hunter's Light is a not-to-be missed adventure into erotic gay sensuality, the paranormal, romance, partnership, and realistic characters whom the reader will quickly adopt as “friends.”

SQUEEE!!

Hey, you all know me, I don't squee. I mean it's just not me, ya know. But, I got some awesome news yesterday and my feet still haven't touched down. Several months ago, I got wind of a call for submissions for the Best S/M Erotica Vol. 3. Well, you all know me and my wicked mind. I got this great idea and had to see if I could make it fly. It did. M. Christian is the editor and he sent my acceptance message yesterday. Tit for Tat is in!

Tit for Tat is an incredibly wicked story about a guy who has a fetish. Oh, and so does his girlfriend. *WG* I say no more. I haven't even seen edits yet, but I am just so jazzed! I made it!!Whooo hooo!!

Porkville News

The Porksville Police is asking the public to keep their eyes open for the suspect in the destruction of two homes and the vandalizing of another. Two brothers have had their homes literally blown down around them, while the third managed to outwit the culprit by taking extreme precautions. At this time the suspect is not thought to be armed, but may be dangerous, so please don't try to apprehend him yourself.

Following an interview with the brothers, we've managed to piece together the circumstances of the crime. Chops Trotter, the youngest of the brothers, built his home quickly and economically out of straw, but failed to take into consideration the suspects previous threats. Ribs, the middle brother, scoffed at his younger brother and constructed his home of wood, which although not as economical, he thought would be safer. Roast Trotter, the eldest brother, deemed his younger siblings as lazy and lacking in foresight. He therefore constructed his own fine home of brick. It did take much longer, and cost considerably more, but he thought it worth the extra time and expense.

On the afternoon of the crime, Chops was inside his home, when the suspect shouted for him to open up. Thinking he was quite safe, the brother gave a curt reply of, 'Not likely' or something to that effect, whereupon the suspect surprisingly, blew the straw house to the ground. Fortunately the youngest escaped and made it to Ribs' home, and was sheltered there. Moments later the scene was re-enacted almost word for word, with the same response by the middle brother, 'No way," or something similar. His house did last a little longer but also ended up a pile of rubble after the ensuing wind.

Roast gave them sanctuary but the suspect was on their heels. He shouted for the brothers to let him in, to which they responded, not on your life, or some-such. The homes construction is all that saved the three.

From what the three brothers said, the wind was incredible, but the house stood. The perpetrator finally departed, but with the promise of future action.

The suspect is of average height and slender build, with a dark brown pelt. Large teeth, very large erect ears and an extraordinarily long nose. Anyone with any information about the suspect, is asked to contact the Porksville Police.

Sunday Stealing: One Long Meme (Part One)

1. The phone rings. Who will it to be?
-My daughter, mother in law or hubby

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
-Yes

3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
-Listener

4. Do you take compliments well?
-No, never have but I try not to get silly about it.

5. Do you play Sudoku?
-Badly

6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?
-That would depend on how prepared I was.

7. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
-Yes, every summer and I loved it.

8. What was your favorite game as a kid?
-Twister

9. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew she was married, would you?
-No

10. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?
-Yes

11. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?
-Yes, oh, either one. Honest.

12. Use three words to describe yourself?
-Recluse, patient and determined

13. Do any songs make you cry?
-Probably, but I can't think of one now.

14. Are you continuing your education?
-You betcha. I intend to keep learning for as long as I can.

15. Do you know how to shoot a gun?
-Yes, can take it down and clean it to. LOL

16. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?
-Yes, years ago

17. How often do you read books?
-Read, write, edit, all those things and more

18. Do you think more about the past, present or future?
-Future

19. What is your favorite children’s book?
-The Black Stallion

20.What color are your eyes?
-Brown

21. How tall are you?
5'5" with shoes

22. Where is your dream house located?
-Wherever my husband is

23. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?
-My computer - husband would have grabbed his and we'd be outa here.

24. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?
-Never been.

25. Where was the furthest place you traveled today?
-The end of the driveway.

26. Do you like mustard?
-Yes

IN PRINT: Naughty Nooners Anthology

Naughty Nooners Anthology (PRINT)

by J.P. Bowie | Cian Fey | Kaenar Langford | Carol Lynne | Jude Mason | Dakota Rebel |

ISBN: 978-1-907010-95-8

Genre: Contemporary/ Gay

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Indulge Me by Kaenar Langford

Keane Daniels has received an anonymous note summoning him to Indulgence, one of the largest gay spa and bathhouses in Toronto. Since he's in unrequited lust with his boss, Keane thinks a clandestine tryst might just take his mind off his gorgeous colleague.

Rayche Marquette has wanted Keane since hiring him, but being his boss means Keane's off limits...until Rayche decides he can wait no longer and reserves the Wet Area of the spa so the two of them can spend a Naughty Nooner together.

Rayche and Keane meet in the elegant shower area, but when Keane discovers the sender of the note is his boss, his reaction is not what Rayche expects. Keane rebuffs him, thinking the lunch hour adventure is a lark for Rayche, a meaningless liaison. For Keane, that can never be enough with this man. How can he convince Rayche to turn their Naughty Nooner into a lifetime commitment?

Dalton's Awakening by Carol Lynne

After weathering a bitter divorce amongst rumours of his sexual preference, Dalton Montgomery finds solace at his favourite new restaurant Bella Lucina's. His lunches spent talking to the restaurant's bartender, Sal, get him through the lonely days and nights. When Dalton begins to feel attracted to the hunky bartender, his world spins out of control. Had his ex-wife been right?

Lunches in Laguna by J.P. Bowie

Scott is intrigued by an art collection in a Laguna gallery, but it's the gallery manager, Michael, who gets his full attention!

By his own admission Scott Stevenson is a rough and ready kind of guy, but even he can appreciate art on occasion, especially when it comes in the form of Michael Taylor, the manager of a Laguna Beach art gallery. Invited to spend a lunch hour with Michael, Scott doesn't hesitate to let his new friend know he considers him a perfect work of art.

The attraction is mutual and the two men start seeing each other regularly for 'lunch'. But when Michael fails to show up at the gallery one day Scott discovers that his perfect man may have an imperfect past, and if Scott wants lunch to progress to dinner he'd better ensure that those who are threatening Michael aren't around for dessert!

Raven by Dakota Rebel

In a club owned by vampires that feed on lust, it may end up being more than your neck on the line.

Raven is the hottest gay club in Detroit. It is owned by Patrick and Kennedy, two vampires who emit so much sexual energy the club could run itself for days on it. They had always enjoyed smoking, drinking, and grabbing as much action as they could from their patrons so they could brag to each other about their conquests.
But lately, Patrick has had enough. And when a young, hot blond shows up vying for Kennedy's attention, it's time for Patrick to teach him a lesson, and take his rightful place at his partner's side.

Lust in the Afternoon by Cian Fey

Sometimes all it takes is one afternoon.

Ted Wayne is the IT manager at a gay online magazine and bookstore that also provides live streaming peep shows. During a fierce snowstorm, the on-air talent can't make it in for the "Lust in the Afternoon" show, and only Ted is around to fill the void.

Art director Grayson Jeffries talks Ted into fifteen minutes in front of the camera, Ted agrees partly because he thinks Gray is the hottest thing going. He's reluctant to masturbate in front of Gray, but at least with Gray in the room, he has no worries about getting it up.

Gray has wanted Ted for months - now he has this one chance to make all his fantasies come true.

Lunch is Served by Jude Mason

Admitting you're gay is difficult enough. Can Philip Sands go even farther and admit he wants to be dominated?

Philip Sands needs a job. When he finds one at The Gate Room, a gay BDSM club owned and run by the sexy Mark Freeman, he's faced with a dilemma. He'd admitted to being gay years ago, but had hidden his submissive side, even from himself. Dressed in the sexy leather gear required for his new job, Philip finds himself drawn into the lifestyle and lusting after Mark. Constantly aroused by the scenes taking place in the club, the duties he's asked to perform are more then a little frustrating.

An evening meeting, which turns out to be so much more, only adds to his torment. When Mark invites him to come in for lunch the following day, Philip jumps at the chance. Will their meeting turn into more? Will he finally find the courage to tell Mark his feelings? And what does the handsome Mark have in mind?

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Sunday and Monday only, 20% off both eBooks and print. Code to use in checkout is HARDLABOR.

This sale is for ALL Phaze books,both e and print. If you're interested you can check out all my titles there:

Anthologies:
413 Remembrance Lance
Coming Together: At Last Vol. 2 (Proceeds to Charity)
Coming Together: Under Fire (Charity) PRINT or E-Book
Phaze Fantasies VI PRINT or E-Book
Shifting Desires PRINT or E-Book

Single author titles:
Amber's Toy
An Acquired Taste
Cat's Claw
Fertile Domain
Jesse's Homecoming
Pink Ribbon
Scorpio Tattoo
Shoon Joining
Stage Fright
Vertical Tease
Yes, Ma'am PRINT or E-Book

Slippery When Wet Series
Livin' on a Prayer #2
I'd Die For You #4

Slippery When Wet by Jenna Byrnes
Wanted Dead or Alive #1
Never Say Goodbye #3

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Friday Flash Fiction

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"Again!" The word had scarcely passed my lips when my body jerked spastically in agony's grip. A slim line of blistering heat bisected my ass, joining the myriad of previous gifts adorning my flesh. I couldn't inhale, couldn't get my lungs to accept the air. Fighting maniacally for air, then suddenly I gasped, sobbed.

"Again!" I screamed, my raw voice echoing off the walls. Blinding pain lifted me, sent me hurtling inward – outward. Fire radiated outward from each stripe of tortured flesh. Its tendrils surrounded me and held me.

"Again," I sighed and my body jerked, but this time not in pain. Nipples tightened, the wetness of arousal trickled down either thigh as I pushed towards the lash. Piss – cum? God knows, who cared, as I reached for pains' sweet embrace. I wallowed in the all encompassing paradise of agony, my secret place of retreat.

"Again." The voice was distant, mine, yet I heard it from afar. No lash followed, but hands gripped my torn flesh. They pushed the pain inside me; fed it to me in large handfuls. Held me, freed me of the need to stand.

"Enough," I heard, and at first, not understanding, I could have wept – enough of what?

"Please," I begged and the arms that circled my, held me, carried me to our bed. Laid carefully down, I knew nothing more until I felt the coolness of his hands covered with cream, moving over my lower back. He caressed my tortured flesh, fingers straying, to tease, to play me as only he knew how.

"Get on your hands and knees my sweet," he whispered and his hands were under me, lifting me. His belly against my back, and his manhood split me, entered me, taking me to nirvana.