Wolf in Designer Shoes and Lavender Scarves, Oh My!

WolfinGucciLoafersLGHi everyone! I’m so delighted to be here with my pal Viki today. I’m Tara Lain and I write The Beautiful Boys of Romance. I’m celebrating the release of my new paranormal, gay romance, Wolf in Gucci Loafers. As you might guess, my hero is a werewolf. Half werewolf, actually.

As anyone who reads my books will tell you, my heroes are not your standard alpha males. A lot of them look like beta males but act bad ass, or vice versa. They’re big hunky guys who are actually gentle souls. So a half werewolf/half human guy who also happens to be gay was made for my unique vision of romance heroes! LOL. My main character, Lindsey Vanessen, is flamboyant from his long blond hair and lavender neck scarves to his purple Gucci Loafers.  But he’s also a champion athlete — polo, fencing, and karate. On top of that — he’s a top in bed and, if he meets a guy who really turns him on, he’s very aggressive. No wonder my other hero, Seth Zakowsky, who is just a basic, leather wearing, motorcycle riding, alpha male cop, is pretty confused by Lindsey. When you factor in that Lindsey can’t tell anyone about the existence of werewolves or break pack law, you can see the problems I had getting these two all the way to HEA.

Below is a nibble from Wolf in Gucci Loafers which I hope you enjoy. There’s also a Rafflecopter, so please enter to win some fun prizes! And if you happen to read this before April 18th (Friday) at 7PM EDT, please join in my Facebook Party for the launch! Here’s the link.

Rated Adult: Excerpt, Wolf in Gucci Loafers, copyright 2014, Tara Lain

Socialite Lindsey Vanessen wants someone to love who will love him back—an impossibility for a gay, half-human, half-werewolf. Too aggressive for humans, too gay for wolves, and needing to protect the pack from human discovery, Lindsey tries to content himself with life as a successful businessman. But when someone starts kidnapping members of wealthy families, Lindsey meets tough cop Seth Zakowsy—the hunky embodiment of everything Lindsey wants but can’t have.

 Seth has never been attracted to flamboyant men. What would the guys in the department think of Lindsey? But intrigue turns to lust when he discovers Lindsey’s biting, snarling passion more than matches his dominant side. It might mean a chance at love for a cop in black leather and a wolf in Gucci loafers.

Lindsey laughed and walked over to the end table beside his couch, grabbed the remote, and pushed Play. Piano music filled the room. “Hmm, the Chopin Piano Concerto for striptease? Maybe not.” He clicked again to Cher lamenting gypsies, tramps and thieves. “Now my orientation is showing.” Another click and La Babs crooned her heart out. Perfect.

He strolled to the center of the room, grabbed his silk neck scarf, and slowly pulled it from around his neck. He fluttered it a couple of times, then gripped it in his teeth as he shrugged out of the green leather jacket and tossed it on top of Seth’s clothes. He’d worn a black form-fitting sweater underneath, which he gripped at the hem, and, as he ground his hips, he pulled it one tantalizing centimeter at a time up his body. For a moment the sweater covered his eyes, but when he peeked out below, Seth stared at him with a glassy gaze and parted lips. He threw the sweater on the pile and, still biting the scarf, ran its ends over his shoulders and pecs.

Seth’s stroking got serious. “Man, you are beautiful. Graceful and slim with all these cool muscles teasing under the surface.”

Lindsey drew his brows together. “Too far below the surface, if you ask me.”

“Nah. Just right.”

Lindsey rested his hands on his waistband and did a big hip roll. As he bumped forward, he unbuttoned the fly and slid the zipper of his black jeans just far enough to let the fat head of his penis peep over. “Peekaboo.”

Seth shook his head. “You are one mass of sexy contradictions.”

As Lindsey lowered the zipper farther over his briefs, Seth pumped harder. Lindsey shook a finger. “Uh-uh, don’t start without me.”

Seth tightened his grip but stopped pumping.

With the zipper down, Lindsey hooked his thumbs in the top of the pants and pulled them over his hips. No sliding—they were too tight. Still holding the scarf between his teeth like a rose, he slid the pants to his ankles, stepped out of his Gucci loafers, and then out of the pants.

His cock strained the elastic on the boxer briefs, and he slid the tip of his finger around and around the exposed head of his dick.

Seth smiled. “Can I do that for you?”

“Very soon.”

He turned his back to the hunk on his bed and looked over his shoulder with a flutter of lashes. Good, he was paying strict attention. Lindsey placed his hands on the small of his own back, slid them into the tight teal briefs, and dragged them over his butt. Two quick twerks, then he slipped them to his feet, kicked with one foot, and they flew through the air and landed on a floor lamp.

Seth laughed. “I’m dyin’ over here. This may be more of a dance than I bargained for.”

Lindsey gazed over his shoulder. “If you don’t like the floor show, sir, we’ll refund your cover charge.”

Seth held up one hand—the other still gripped his cock. “No complaints. Not one.”

Still with his back to Seth, Lindsey pulled the scarf from his teeth and tied a strategic bow. As Babs sang something about being a woman in love, Lindsey raised one arm above his head, twirled on one foot, and presented his cock forward tied in a lavender silk scarf.

Seth sputtered. “I don’t know whether to laugh or come!”

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Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!



Tell Me A Secret – Relaunch and #Giveaway

Viki LynI’m a member of Darker Temptations blog and we have relaunched our site!

To celebrate we have a fun giveaway. Check the previous author posts with their secrets to leave comments and on mine as well. Here’s the deal for the giveaway:

Surprise Giveaway

At the end of our two weeks of secrets, they’ll be an author gift basket giveaway.  Each author gets to choose from one of the following three items to put in the basket:  1) an ebook; 2) a print book; or 3) a gift card.  We aren’t telling. Secrets, remember?  So the winner will receive four surprise prizes.

How do you win?

Easy. Comment on the blog post of our authors.  All commenters will be assigned a number and entered into a raffle. A winner will be chosen with, which selects numbers at–you guessed it–random.  You can increase your chances of winning by commenting on several authors’ posts. There are four of us, so if you comment on all four of our blog posts, we will assign you four number in the raffle. If you comment on just three, then you’ll be assigned three numbers, and so forth.

Come and join the fun.  What’s your secret?

Dirty Birdies Flock Hop

Dirty Birdies Blog Hop

Welcome to the Dirty Birdies Flock Hop.

This is a hop for basically anyone who loves dirty books!

The hop runs from 25th – 27th June, and the theme is eye candy. ;) And each of us participating has a give away and DB’s are giving away a gift certificate.

Giveaway: Ellora’s Cave playing cards, Sins of Lust romance trading cards, a wee angel in a heart shaped box. Leave a comment. For an extra entry you  can subscribe to my blog by entering your email in the sidebar box.

Grand Prize: Gift Certificate to winner’s choice of retailer: Amazon, ARe etc.  Just leave a comment on my blog or one of the participating hoppers for a chance to win. Easy Peasy! :)

I write m/m romances and while I won’t claim to have the hottest books around, they do have sex in them. *grin* And so, I decided to post a deleted scene from a WIP of mine:

This is a deleted scene from the third book of Chances vampire series that I’m writing – No Chance. The scene features ex-vampire Johan and his lover, Kresnik vampire slayer, Corbin Hamilton. For those who read Fighting Chance, you know Johan and Corbin very well, and how they met. Actually, they met in Last Chance, the first book.

A little bit of history: Johan and Corbin talked of taking the Patrim Oath, a Kresnik ritual that would bind them for life. But Johan, an ex-vampire is concerned that Corbin doesn’t trust Johan completely. He’s reluctant to take the oath until he’s sure about Corbin.

Please excuse the typos since this is unedited! Also, X-rated – so read at your own risk.

Johan sidled next to his lover so stealthy that even Corbin looked up in surprise. He sat on the log and shoved his hip into Corbin for more room. Corbin shoulder’s jerked. “Shit, don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Corbin kept his head down so Johan slid his thumb across Corbin’s chin to get his attention. “You’re deep in thought, liebling.”

Corbin scooted an inch away, but Johan refused to be brushed off. He’d learned a lot about his lover since he moved in with him. It was best to confront Corbin without hesitation or he’d shut down his emotions faster than the snap of a clam shell. “You were very close to being rude to the Krevae.”

“I don’t trust him or the Vaidi.” Corbin’s voice held a tremor of uncertainty that told Johan there was more to Corbin’s brooding that trust issues. Corbin continued in a tight voice. “All that secrecy stuff is bullshit. You know it had to do with the Red Serpent.”

Johan laughed. “You don’t like being left out. Maybe it’s because it has nothing to do with you.”

Corbin’s eyes narrowed. “You’re making fun of me.

“No, no,” Johan waved his hand in the air, and practically purred. “All that hot passion inside of you is a turn on.”

Corbin pushed at Johan’s chest. “Christ, stop sprouting nonsense.”

Johan’s bloodlust spiked at the sight of the fire burning in Corbin’s eyes. He laughed at his lover’s annoyance because beneath Corbin’s icy exterior was a man burning as hot as he was. Corbin no longer fooled him with his sharp tongue so he moved his hand over Corbin’s thigh, loving the feel of hard muscle beneath the fabric of his pants.

Corbin pushed his hip forward and Johan’s hand slip easily over his erection. Johan’s lust hit him hard like a sucker punch, the feeling wonderful. His fangs began to drop, and it took all of his will to retract them. This wasn’t the time, but he wanted to fuck Corbin since returning to the safe house. He always got this way after a battle, and he knew how much his lover liked to have sex in return.

He sighed, letting his lust simmer down. For all his teasing, he wanted Corbin to open up and trust him with his problems. “You’re not telling me everything. This goes deeper.”

“Fuck it.” Corbin abruptly stood and begin to pace, barely missing a patch of mushrooms sprouting from patch of grass.

Johan approached him. Once he reached his lover, he rested his hand on his shoulder. “Are you still blaming yourself for the feud?” Corbin’s temples visibly pulsated. Johan pushed harder. “Listen to me. We are all better off that Hor is dead. I have no regrets helping you kill him.”

“It’s not only that.”

“Then what? Talk to me Cor, please.”

“The serum has stopped working, hasn’t it? You’re not changing anymore.”

Johan’s stomach sank. So the truth was out. He had wanted to discuss it with Corbin when the mood was right, but lately, they have been too busy fighting Red Serpents to have any down time. Johan thought back on the last few months and his transformation from taking the AV serum. His blood makers had morphed and changed but he hadn’t been turned back into a human. Instead, he had transformed into a half-vampire/ half-Kresnik. His emotional nature emerged from the depths of darkness, and his voracious need to feed on human blood had ebbed. But more importantly, his heart opened up to accept love again.

He sighed. And, those were just the major changes, changes he had embraced fully. There never was a moment when he regretted taking the serum. He only had to look at Corbin to know that.

“I’m not even sure I could turn a human anymore? I certainly don’t want to.”

Corbin’s frown caused a deep vertical line between his brows. “Are you sure that’s wise to stop completely?”

Johan’s breath caught in his throat, but he smiled. “Aric is monitoring my blood markers. We need to see if the serum causes a permanent change. That can only be ascertained if I stop using it.”

Corbin strode up to Johan, the fire-lit eyes now blazing. “He’s using you as a lab rat. What if you start regressing and you turn back into…into…”

“A full-fledged vampire.” Johan’s stomach soured at the disgust in Corbin’s voice. Sure, he was terrified of turning back, but he loved Corbin and even a vampire’s heart held this sacred. He grabbed Corbin’s arm, digging into the flesh with his fingers. He wanted to shake the prejudice out of his lover. “Who do you see when you look at me? A vampire, Krensik, a freak?”

“Christ, no!” Corbin yanked his arm free. “Fucking no!”

Johan let his fangs drop in full display. “I can’t cut out my vampire nature anymore than I could cut out my human heart. It’s part of who I am.”

Corbin flexed his hands, the same hands that could fry Johan on the spot. It didn’t stop Johan from stepping toward Corbin. “I asked you who you see?”

Corbin stood his ground, fisting his hands as he lowered them to his sides. “Put those fangs away for fuck’s sake. You’re different from them.”

“The compulsive need for blood has lessened but I can’t promise you it’ll never return, can I.”

Corbin stood still as if he were a statue. A shudder of fear ran thought Johan. He had gone too far but he couldn’t stop now. Johan crossed his arms to keep from shaking. Good lord, he hated himself sometimes, baiting Corbin, but he needed to strip away all pretense if they were going to survive together.

“You’re not like the others. You still had your humanity but that’s also why I don’t support the damn serum. There’s no guarantee other vampires will be like you.”

Johan exhaled realizing he’d been holding his breath. “You wouldn’t be able to trust them. Not completely. But with me, you put aside your prejudice?”

Corbin face flushed. “What the hell are you saying?”

“You trust me now, but what about in the future? How can you ever be sure I won’t turn on you?”

Corbin rushed toward Johan and shoved him back, forcing Johan’s back to a tree. Corbin was on him in a flash, his hands gripping Johan’s shoulders, shaking him. “Fuck you. I’ve given you my blood. I’d take a knife in the heart for you!”

Johan wrestled Corbin back with some difficulty. He’d regret asking, but Corbin had to face the truth. “Tell me that you never think about me turning against you.”

Corbin’s shoulders slumped, his gaze pointed past Viktor’s shoulder. There was nothing to look at but the bark of the tree. Viktor looked upward, the sunset leaving behind purplish gray clouds. The mist had thickened and toads croaked loud and strong. After seconds ticked by and Corbin hadn’t moved, Johan wondered if he had destroyed what little faith Corbin had in him.

Corbin grabbed the fabric of Johan’s sleeve. He gave it a tug. “You’ll never hurt me.”

That slight brush of his shirt was enough to cause Johan’s heart to skip. He loved Corbin too much, too deeply. Corbin pushed into Johan’s embrace and placed his head on Johan’s shoulder. The soft short hairs tickled Johan’s skin. Lips brushed Johan’s neck, sending a thrill down his spine. When Corbin stepped away, Johan reached for him, out of instinct, but also out of need. Johan hugged Corbin tightly to him again, needing his warmth. He spoke the words that he knew he had to say, but hated saying them.

“We shouldn’t take the Patrim Oath, not until you’re sure.”

Corbin backed out of Johan’s grasp, holding him at arm’s length. Corbin muttered under his breath. “When did love get so fucking complicated?”

Johan’s heart slipped. So Corbin wouldn’t argue with him. He picked up a stick and tossed it, turning away from his lover. He heard the rustling of dead leaves as Corbin moved toward him. Johan’s chest hurt as if someone stepped on it. Sometimes his life with Corbin seemed a dream, too perfect to be real. Maybe it was. His stomach swished from nerves but he’d ask anyway.  “Do you ever think of leaving me?”

“Like I ever could…” Corbin touched Johan’s back. “Look at me, lover.”

Corbin turned Johan around by the shoulders and anchored Johan by holding his face in his hands. “Let’s put the issue of the serum aside. We’ll take the Patrim Oath because I want us bound for life. You’re my partner, friend, lover, and the most important person in my life. That’s my credo I live by now.” A blush fused Corbin’s face. “I know that I’m difficult…”

“I can’t take the oath when you’re not a hundred percent sure about me.”

Corbin’s face darkened. “You’re not listening to me.”

Johan understood how hard it was for Corbin to say the words when confronting his feelings. He appreciated the effort, and the sentiment, but the seriousness of the Patrim Oath surpassed mere sentimentality. He wouldn’t take advantage of Corbin’s wishful thinking that Johan wasn’t tainted by his past. And while he fought alongside Kresniks, he felt compassion for the vampires that wanted to live peacefully or change their lives.

Johan signed. “I don’t want us to fight.”

Corbin crossed his arms. “That’s what we do best.”

Johan pried Corbin’s arms apart, and stared straight into his eyes, glad when Corbin didn’t draw back. He ran his hands across Corbin’s hair and kissed him. Hands clutched the back of his shirt as the familiar taste of Corbin filled him inside. It always did, and would always make him warm and hungry. No matter how many arguments between them, Corbin was the only partner for him.

The kiss stirred his lust, his cock reacting from semi-soft to a full erection. He groaned as Corbin’s teeth nipped the tender area of his neck. Then his chin was tightly grasped. Corbin’s blue eyes were bright in the dimming light. “Stu’s nearby.”

Johan smiled as he rubbed his erection against Corbin’s groin. “He’ll know better than to come around. I don’t smell a vampire within a mile from here.”

Corbin laughed. “You’re here. As you keep reminding me.”

Glad to see Corbin’s humor back, he teased back. “I don’t count. You want this vampire.”

“Christ, you’re a handful.” Corbin kissed Johan, thrusting in his tongue, reaching deep, not bothering for subtly.

Johan unbuttoned Corbin’s uniform down to his waist so he could slip in his hand to where he wanted it, wrapped around that nice thick cock. He encircled Corbin’s erection and stroked the length slowly. He loved how Corbin’s body strained with lust, and how those strong hands grabbed at his shirt, tugging it free from his waistband.

Corbin unbuttoned Johan’s shirt with practiced ease and slipped his shirt off his shoulders. He pressed his hand on Johan’s bare chest. “Ah, yeah, feels good but fuck, go faster.”


“Fuck patience.” Corbin grabbed a strand of Johan’s hair and tugged him to his mouth. Johan thrust his tongue inside to taste Corbin again. His fangs dropped. It couldn’t be helped now that Corbin ignited his lust. He was still enticed by the scent of his lover’s blood. That would never change.

Corbin pulled back and touched one of Johan’s fangs. He ran his finger down the slick surface and the tip pricked his finger. Johan groaned deeply as he spied the blood. Without a word, he grabbed Corbin’s finger and sucked the red bead. Sexual need radiated off Corbin as Johan continued to suck in the blood. The heat from Corbin’s body raised the hairs on his arms and he wanted to touch him everywhere. Devour him. Own him.

Johan smiled because his partner would never submit to him completely. His lover was too stubborn and challenging even when they made love. Johan didn’t care. He liked having a strong partner in his bed and in his life. Corbin understood what it meant to kill, to survive on sheer will and the pain that came with the territory. Corbin gave him what he needed, love and warmth to ease the horror of taking a life.

As Corbin’s blood coursed through him, Johan sucked in Corbin’s fingers one at a time. Corbin’s face took on soft edges as he moaned with every suck and lick. With each finger, he swirled his tongue around the digit, and mimicked what he’d like to do with Corbin’s cock in his mouth. Not that they had time for that tonight. Tonight it’d be quick.

He kissed Corbin’s generous mouth stifling his lover’s groans. He couldn’t get enough of his taste the addiction intoxicating.

They sank to their knees as Johan fought for more tongue. Corbin pushed him on the ground and straddled him. Before Johan could blink, his pants were unzipped and shoved down around his knees, his cock sprung free. The cool air hit and sent a charge through him. Dried twigs and crushed leaves bit into his ass and tangled in his hair, but he didn’t register the pain. Not when Corbin’s cock aimed directly toward Johan’s face. Johan licked his lips, tempted to bring it into his mouth. Before he could, Corbin tugged Johan’s hand forward. Johan got the hint when Corbin leaned enough so Johan could grasp his cock in his hand.

“So that’s what you want.” They have been together long enough for Johan to know the exact amount of pressure to use to get his lover excited. And Corbin already showed the signs of it by his heavy breathing and dilated eyes.  They didn’t have to speak instructions of what turned them on. Not anymore, not after months of living together.

Johan warmed from that knowledge. Having a partner to share his life meant everything to him. He loved Corbin and would die for him. Corbin’s deep throated groans were an affirmation that he liked what Johan was doing. Corbin leaned over and dug his fingers into Johan’s hair, the crack of Corbin’s ass nestling Johan’s erection, teasing Johan’s control.

Johan rubbed Corbin’s muscular back now tight with tension. He sensed his lover reluctance to let go for that final push. They liked to play games in bed, and Corbin held out long as possible so Johan climaxed first.

Johan smiled wickedly. He knew where to touch Corbin, and it’d be all over. He had the advantage in his position, calling the shots by the rhythm of his strokes. Corbin for all of his arrogance and self-assurance was still young. Johan had centuries over him and a lover from his past that taught him well. It was fun to tease Corbin, to see him lose his control, to beg.

Johan slowed down his strokes to an agonizing pace. Corbin’s eyes widened and he yanked Johan’s hair. “Fuck’s sake, what are you doing to me?”

That was begging to Corbin, and Johan laughed.  “Then surrender.” Johan fingered Corbin asshole, enough to bring Corbin to climax.

Corbin arched his back and groaned enough to wake up every Voydyanoy in the area. Certainly Stu heard them, but then, he’d stay away.

Corbin’s voice was a low throated groan. “I’m almost there. I want you to come with me. Let go.” He tugged at Johan’s hand.

Johan stopped his stroking and grabbed onto Corbin’s hips. Fingers dug into Johan’s biceps. Corbin lowered enough to rub their cocks together. He moved in an unsteady jerky motion to keep the friction going. This was the only time Johan saw Corbin loose his gracefulness. Corbin never wasted his movements nor did anything short of perfection.

The sweet friction of cock against cock sent Johan’s heart pounding. His palms trembled and his breathing turned ragged. The warmth from Corbin blanketed Johan. The tightness in Johan’s groin unraveled. Lust shot through him, so hard it rocked his foundation, of what little he had left.

Corbin shouted along with Johan, climaxing together. They rolled on the ground, the moist dirt clinging to Johan’s sweaty skin. When Johan came down he untangled from Corbin and sat up. “Come here.”

Corbin leaned back in the crook of Johan’s arm. His head rested on Johan’s shoulder. “I love you so let’s not argue about the oath.”

“Fine. We will drop it for now.” Johan wouldn’t change his mind, not until he Corbin came to terms with Johan’s past. Maybe they’d never take the final oath, but he didn’t need words or a ritual to know he’d be with Corbin until the end of his existence.

Happy Reading!

Viki Lyn

Viki Lyn: Award winning author of male/male paranormal and contemporary romances. You can find all of Viki’s books at the following sites: Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and GLBT Bookshelf.

Thou shall not kill.

For archangel Razi-el, he had no choice. He would break God’s commandment again if it were to save Uri-el from a demon’s talons. Yet even God’s most trusted archangel cannot avoid punishment. No longer Razi-el, he is now Izar, a Protector sworn to kill for the angels.

When a Protector kills an angel, Izar is summoned to work alongside Uri-el to capture the killer. Izar is shocked when his bloodlust spikes hot for the archangel. He knows better than to go after forbidden fruit. Refusing to give in to temptation, he ignores his body’s tempestuous arousal for Uri-el until a heated argument turns his blood into molten lust.

As they rush to find the killer, their passion plays into the demon’s plan. Izar will have to make a choice between life and death if he is to save Uri-el again.

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Naughty Edition Reviews Blog Hop

Naughty Pride MonthToday is my turn to participate in the Naughty Edition Reviews Blog Hop. Be sure to stop by their main page–they’re giving away an e-reader.

To celebrate – I’m giving away a copy of For The Bite Of It – my vampire series written with author Vina Grey. The idea of a vampire owning a cupcake bakery was inspired when we went to Tucson to write for a few days. We got hooked on a bakery not far from our condo. One day, as we were stuffing our faces with delicious lemon cupcakes and brain storming story ideas, we joked about a vampire owning a cupcake business. We agreed he’d name it – For The Bite Of It – and the story was born.

To have  a chance to win, leave a comment on my blog - that’s it. I will choose a winner using a random number generator.












Here’s a blurb and excerpt.

Vincent Esposito is an exiled vampire running a cupcake bakery in Arizona. When a car with a dead driver crashes through the wall of his shop, it also brings All-American, closeted cop, John Reeder into his life. Smitten the instant he sees John, Vincent must battle his attraction to the sexy detective. Bound to silence by the Vampire Council, he can never reveal his true self to John.

John Reeder cannot control his attraction to the sexy Italian baker. But as addictive as the sex is, can John overcome his fear of rejection for being gay and open his heart to a man with so many secrets?


An excerpt from the book

Chapter One

The front half of a silver sedan decorated his bakery, its nose nudging the counter, glass shards peppering the floor like confetti.

Except Vincent Esposito wasn’t celebrating.

As he stepped around the vehicle, glass crunched under his clogs despite his walking-on-hot-coals strut. The car had nose-dived into his store about an hour ago. His landlord, Mr. Sala, sat slumped between his seat and air bag, dead. The situation had all the makings of a B-grade movie you watched at three in the morning to cure insomnia.

“Sir, you can’t come into the crime scene,” stated a tech in blue overalls.

The entire bakery was a crime scene now? That was fine for them but he wasn’t leaving his shop.

He pressed his thumbs to his eyes. All these humans made him nervous as a caged bird with a cat tapping on the bars. A sure sign that he should have fed by now. It had been a long three weeks without blood.

“Sir, you need to step back.” Another uniformed policeman held out his hand to stop Vince. The place was crawling with them.

“Mr. Esposito?”

Vince took a deep, calming breath and turned to the male cop who appeared to be in charge, the one with the gravelly deep voice and sleek dark pants that molded an ass begging to be stroked.

This is what came of abstinence. Lusting after just anyone.

“We’d like to ask you some questions.”

Vince glanced at the detective’s female partner. Too bad. He would have liked to have been interrogated by two men.

“Sure. Er…where do you want me?”

I could you take you anywhere. Anytime.

Ouch, there he went again, thinking flippant remarks, his trademark when dealing with stress. It had been way too long since an attractive man entered his life.

This All-American cop was unexpected, enticing. He brought back memories of the thrill of the chase, that enticing two-step when attraction first hit.

“Let’s go outside. It’s a mess in here.” The man with the begging-to-be-held ass narrowed his eyes. “Unless you want to come back to the station.”

He was not leaving his shop in this mess. “Outside is fine.” Who knew when he’d been forced to own a cupcake bakery he would become so proprietary? Sometimes you couldn’t predict life’s twists and turns.

He followed them out to the square patch of cement with its cast-iron café seating. Thank God, it was still shaded from the near-scorching Arizona sun because sweat already trickled down Vince’s back. It added to that scratchy feeling all over his body that usually came with the abstinence from blood. His experiment of trying rare meat and avoiding sinking his fangs into a person wasn’t going all that well.

“I’m Detective Reeder, this is Detective Norman.” The cop indicated his partner with a flip of his hand.

Vince sat on a hard metal chair.

J. Reeder, read the detective’s badge. What did the J stand for? Something all-American to go with the guy’s clean-cut looks—Jake, John, Joe?

“I would offer you coffee and a cupcake, but…” Vince shrugged.

Detective Norman grinned at him. “Glad you can’t…diet, you see.”

Ah, the eternal quest for the perfect body. Not that she had much body fat, more stocky and muscular than flabby. Both detectives were in decent shape and didn’t look like they spent time at the local donut shop.

Especially Detective J. Reeder.

Why hadn’t they sent a portly policeman with a beer-gut and bad hair? This cop had started to give Vince a serious itch in his nether regions.

“Tell us your account of what happened this morning.” Detective Reeder was all brisk business, his notebook at the ready.

Vince almost expected him to lick his pencil nib. “I was in the kitchen when I heard the crash. I ran into the front of the bakery and saw that.” He jerked his thumb toward the shattered plate glass window.

“Then what did you do?”

“Do? Like any bloody civic-minded citizen, I went to help Mr. Sala. But he didn’t respond. I then called 911.”

“So you know the driver?”

“Dio, yes. He’s my landlord.”

Detective Reeder scratched furiously in his notebook at the mention of his landlord. Fascinated Vince eyed the numerous yellow sticky notes and the pages in imminent danger of falling out. “Was he coming here to meet you?”

He forced his gaze back to Reeder’s face. “Not that I was aware of, although he stopped in occasionally for a cup of coffee.”

“Could he have been meeting someone else here? Was the store open?” Detective Norman queried.

Vince shook his head. “Too early. I was the only one in the shop.”

J. Reeder looked up from his notebook and stabbed him with a piercing blue gaze. “Are you usually here this early?

Why did they have to be blue? Vince had a weakness for baby-blues in a man’s face. If he believed his friend Angelo, a sexual distraction was exactly what he needed at the moment. A good fuck.

Whoa…when had he gone from nice eyes to fucking?

Happy Reading!

Viki Lyn: Award winning author of male/male paranormal and contemporary romances. You can find all of Viki’s books at the following sites: Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and GLBT Bookshelf.

Pride Day Chat plus Giveaway

It’s Friday, and I’m chatting at Beth Wylde’s yahoo site with Dirty Birdies and giving away a free digital copy of one of my books – winner’s choice.

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Beth Wylde is once again celebrating Pride Month during the month of June. GLBT authors will be chatting at her group every day and will be hosting giveaways. Today I join Dirty Birdies Cassandra Carr, Tara Lain, Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Jessica Freely, Kay Berrisford, Lily Harlem. Check it out at Beth’s group:

GIVEAWAY: Winner’s Choice – digital book from my booklist: To enter my giveaway leave a comment on my blog which m/m sub-genre you like to read : Contemporary, Paranormal, SciFi, Fantasy, BDSM, Steampunk, Mystery

And for a double entry – subscribe to my blog – scroll down to the end of the page and you’ll see the box where you enter your email. Let me know if you subscribed.

I will choose a name on Saturday and post it here and email the winner. Good luck and thanks for supporting Pride Month!



I have lots of books to chose from. If you like contemporary series you might want to checVL_TheHunterWithin_covertnk out my Woodland Village series – Blue Skye, Ryan’s Harbor and John’s Match. For a stand alone there’s Out of Bounds, a contemporary coming out story and Lover’s Trill featuring a rock star and a classical violinist.

My paranormal books are about vampires vs. Kresniks in Last Chance and Fighting Chance. Angels and Protectors in Sins of Lust and a shape shifter tiger in The Tiger Within and the Hunter Within. Plus more… Just click here for my book list.


Happy Reading!

Viki Lyn

Viki Lyn: Award winning author of male/male paranormal and contemporary romances. You can find all of Viki’s books at the following sites: Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and GLBT Bookshelf.

Thou shall not kill.

For archangel Razi-el, he had no choice. He would break God’s commandment again if it were to save Uri-el from a demon’s talons. Yet even God’s most trusted archangel cannot avoid punishment. No longer Razi-el, he is now Izar, a Protector sworn to kill for the angels.

When a Protector kills an angel, Izar is summoned to work alongside Uri-el to capture the killer. Izar is shocked when his bloodlust spikes hot for the archangel. He knows better than to go after forbidden fruit. Refusing to give in to temptation, he ignores his body’s tempestuous arousal for Uri-el until a heated argument turns his blood into molten lust.

As they rush to find the killer, their passion plays into the demon’s plan. Izar will have to make a choice between life and death if he is to save Uri-el again.



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