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Luck of the Irish – Nathan and Bryant’s Freebie CONTEST

irish kiss

So it’s St. Patty’s day which means good luck to all. And today, even though I’m not Irish, I’m celebrating too. First off, I wrote a story last year for my Irish character from My Lieutenant, Bryant Duncan and his Italian lover, Nathan Ellerby. This is a freebie on Smashwords and ARe

Here are the links

 Featuring my characters from My Lieutenant Nathan Ellerby and Bryant Duncan are celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, New Orleans style.

ARe   Smashwords

CONTEST: And since ML3 is out, I’d like to give away 2 copies to 2 winners. Whoever comments on this thread will be entered to win. If no one comments, I’ll randomly pick from the list after the party.

Thanks to all the readers and happy St Pats!

My Lieutenant 3 Before We Say I Do – M/M BLMorticia

ML3  Snarky muse BLMorticia’s new book, Before We Say I Do is out now from Rebel Ink. Here is the blurb and an excerpt

Lieutenant Bryant Duncan and Nathan Ellerby are about to say ‘I do’ and Bryant insists on meeting Nathan’s parents before the big day. Due to being thrown out at age eighteen, Nathan isn’t happy about the visit and begs his lover to reconsider. Knowing Bryant’s ways to get Nathan to do whatever he wants, Nathan will have to put up with a mother and father who disowned him for coming out the closet.

Prepared to defend himself and his man, Nathan plans the trip to the west coast not only for a relaxing vacation but also to fulfill his lover’s wishes to meet the two people he’s despised more than any during his existence–Lana and Cal Ellerby.

To make the visit a little easier, his Aunt Edna decides to show up at the house for a sort of impromptu reunion. Will she stop Nathan and his mother from a battle of expletives and obscenities during the family dinner?




The following morning I stayed in bed while Bryant went for his usual early morning jog around our Garden District neighborhood. Much to his chagrin, I still hadn’t joined him, but as I’ve said many times before, my workout is when we have wild sex in every area of the house, and damn it, that’s all I need. Bryant was the main reason I kept my weight down even though I did occasionally pig out on some of New Orleans famous delicacies. No fancy diets or workout programs for me.

Since I had a moment alone, I decided to use the time to sketch my favorite subject other than the Lieutenant, Kajika. After all, the living art exhibit would only be popular for so long before I had to come up with another idea. And since Mr. Fortier was the apple of everybody’s eye right now, I had to include him in my next brainstorm.

Just when I was about to start drawing, my phone rang. One of my favorite tunes by Depeche Mode, Never Let Me Down, alerting me my BFF, Fali Johannsen was ringing me at ten minutes after seven. I exhaled deeply, hoping he wasn’t having another crisis on his hands, because I had my own things to deal with right now. “Hey, Fali.”

“Nathan? Oh, thank God you’re awake. I’m surprised you answered the phone knowing how you let it go to voicemail when you and your lov-ah are between the sheets.”

Upon hearing that statement in his nasally voice, I smirked and cradled the handset against my shoulder. “For your info, smartass, he’s out running. What can I do for you?”

“Oh, Nathan… I… I don’t know how I can go on after last night’s debacle at the gallery. This new artist, he…he just… he isn’t you, sweetie. I really don’t understand what Syd sees in him.”

“I thought he was good, Fali. You said you liked his work almost as much as mine.” I had a feeling this conversation would most likely last until Bryant returned, so I tossed my sketchpad onto the mattress.

“Oh, Nathan, I didn’t mean that! I only said it to make him feel good about himself.” The whining continued and then silence, meaning I might need a strong drink before this talk was over, and I don’t mean coffee.

Already nibbling the insides of my jaw, I shook my head and sat up straight. “Fali, why would you do that?  Since when do you hold back your true feelings about anyone’s work? I mean, when I first started, you’d tell me point blank that it was shit, and I wouldn’t be able to even give it away to anyone.”

“That’s because you’re tough, Nathan; always have been. You proved it when you got tossed onto the streets by your mom and dad years ago. This kid thinks just because he went to one of the most prestigious art colleges that we have to like his work.”

Fali mentioning my parents made me wince. Immediately, my mind flashed back to that day several years ago when I had to pack my bags and wait for Sydney to pick me up in his old Ford jalopy. “Damn, Fali, you had to add alcohol to old wounds, huh? I mean it’s bad enough that Bryant wants to meet those assholes!”

“Really? Doesn’t he understand what those people put you through, or that your parents won’t be making the same transformation as his did? Which is still quite the fucking miracle to me.”

“No, it’s not, Fali. Bryant’s parents are actually very sweet. Not like Lana and Cal. At least Bryant’s parents were willing to change. Do you know how many times I tried talking to them in the past about just tolerating the fact I’m gay? They just kept throwing the unnatural in my face. They’d never have grandchildren, blah blah blah.”

“Yeah, I remember, Nathan. Bryant doesn’t care how hard this will be for you?”

“He knows, but he’s intent on seeing it for himself, Fali.”

“What, he doesn’t trust your word? He really is a bossy sonof…”

“Hey!” When it sounded like Fali was about to call my lover a name, I stopped him real quick. Yeah, this was my best friend, but I’ll be damned if I let him bad mouth my lover. “Look Fali, he’s the Lieutenant. I love him very much, and if he wants to see Lana and Cal for the assholes they are, I’ll let him. I know once he sees the truth, he’ll wish he would’ve never met them.”

“Hmph. Seems like to me, someone is whipped!”


I am, but I won’t tell him that.

“I’m in love Fali. I’m marrying this man in a few weeks.”

“I don’t see why you bother, Nathan. You’ve been living with him almost ten months. You have rings, why bother with the ceremony, the nuptials, and all that when you already have the man? It won’t even be legal anywhere but New York and the other states that passed gay marriage.”

“Because it’s my human right to do so, Fali. I know you, who loves pomp and circumstance with a lot of flair, ain’t complaining about this wedding. I thought you were happy for me.”

“I am…I just… well…” Fali sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “I just can’t believe you and Syd are getting married before I do. I mean, where the hell did I go wrong?”

Oh God!

Hearing him whine incessantly about being the bridesmaid and never the bride made me tune him out. Of course the drama queen, who I loved so dearly, would make our conversation somehow go back to him. I swear if he weren’t part of the reason I survived after my parents tossed me out, I might not be his best bud. Fali just had a knack for making it all about him when it didn’t need to be.

When he finally stopped rambling, I heard the crying and sniffing through the phone. Trying not to lose my temper, I took another deep breath and ran my fingers through my bed hair. “Um, Fali, listen. You’ll find the right one, someday. I’ll be really glad when you do too. I’d love to be your best man.”

Ten, nine, eight, seven…

“But when will that be?” He shrieked so loud I yanked the phone away from my ear.

“Um, soon, my friend. Listen, I…I gotta go, all right? Bryant’s coming in the door, and uh, if you don’t like that latest artist you need to tell him so, no matter what Syd says.” Wanting to get off the phone, I talked fast, trying to answer each one of his concerns. Lord knows that still wouldn’t satisfy him completely, but it would at least get him off my line.

Besides, Bryant would be stepping in at any moment, and I knew once he came in, he’d want this conversation ended promptly.

Yeah, I’m a freaking wuss, but I love it!

I Love You Rhett Vorhees M/M by Rawiya

Rhett1   Rawiya just signed a new contract for her story, Something Like Jayden for Amira Press. While we await release, edits, and cover, she’s doing a short story as a followup to Unforgettable Valentine in Only That Night Anthology. 

You can grab the anthology on Smashwords as a freebie. Type in LE68L on this link https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/287192


Here’s a sample from the new story. The whole story will be published in this book.

Beep…Beep…Beep…” Rhett Vorhees slammed the annoying machine known as the alarm clock and swiped it off the side table. “Shhh…fuck is it time already.” Still wanting to sleep, he yanked the sheets over his head and groaned about his daily task. Rhett kind of liked his job but after spending Valentine’s day, the day after, and most of Sunday with Darren he couldn’t think about anything else. “See, now look what you’ve done to me. This is why I don’t need a boyfriend! Ugh!” Rhett scooted further under the sheets, feeling the chilly air creep in. If only he could stay in his warm bed and enjoy recovering from his glorious weekend; his best in months, perhaps even a couple of years. Save a few one nightstands, Rhett hadn’t been on an actual date in quite a long time and now with Darren McKissick in his life there would be many more nights like Friday. “Urgh, might as well not prolong it.” Rhett kicked off the covers and shifted on the mattress to get up. He stretched his arms high over his head and moistened his lips, remembering the taste of Darren. That mouth, the luscious abs, his shoulders…

His cock.

“Damn.” Rhett smiled wide, pulled his hair back into a ponytail, and rose slowly despite the protests of his joints. After a weekend full of lovemaking every muscle in his body ached from Darren’s determination. Seems as if Darren made sure to make up for his faux pas from elementary school and Rhett was the lucky beneficiary.

“Lucky indeed.” Rhett dragged on to the bathroom to begin getting ready for the twenty minute commute to Silverstein & Lawson a consulting firm in downtown Chicago. After showering, it would take him about fifteen minutes to finish dressing then he’d have to hightail it to the station for the eight forty-five train. No time for coffee or breakfast. He’d grab that in the building cafeteria if he really wanted something. And actually today, he had no desire for food or beverage of any kind. Instead, he hungered for Darren and only Darren, naked, bedside him in bed for the duration of the day until forever.

And that really scared the bejesus out of Rhett Vorhees.

I’m not ready for this kind of relationship.

Although he could use someone in his life to make him happy and stop the string of lonely nights in front of the television set, he wasn’t sure he was ready to go for an all-out commitment to Darren McKissick.

“And is he really gay?” Darren turned on the water valves to start his shower. He pinned his hair on top of his head and glanced into the mirror at the man in the glass. A smattering of fuzz on his chin and on his jaws told him a shave was in order. “Well, I guess I’m gonna be a little late.” And unlike usual, today he just didn’t care. Rhett needed to take time to think about the man coming into his life and proclaiming his undying love and affection for him just a little while longer. Perhaps if he did, he’d convince himself that this would be the right move even if it meant subjecting himself to ridicule from bosses and co-workers about his sexual orientation.

Was Darren McKissick worth it?

And again, is he telling the freaking truth?

Mon Frere: Facing Our Fears

MonFacing   The next book in my taboo twin series is almost ready to go.  Ryland and Ryder Durand are twin vampires linked in more ways than one. They have taken in another lover while trying to find the killer of their maker Gren Dumont. 

Now in this book, they meet the culprit face to face. Here is a peek at the next story

Together we stand, together we fall. I am your brother, always and forever.

Ryland tucked the card on the side of the bouquet he’d handpicked for their birthday dinner’s adornment and set it in the center of the table. He inhaled them one last time, enjoying the aroma of the freshly cut red roses. Now more than ever he enjoyed the simple pleasures in life, especially with Dale Mooney at his side. If only his brother would come around and take pleasure in life as he did.

“Ah, Ryder.” He fluffed out the flowers a little more. “I love you more than life itself. Why not enjoy our man as I have asked?” Ryland took one more whiff and headed for the kitchen to find his human lover busily preparing food for himself. “Mhmm, Dale, what are you cooking, my love? Smells scrumptious.” And it did, despite the fact Ryland had no need to consume anything mortals ate. Ryland sauntered into the next room, sliding behind his lover, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Ohh shi−” Dale flinched at the touch and laughed, turning his head slightly to the side. He met Ryland’s gaze. “Baby, you gotta cut that out, huh? I’m real ticklish, I tell ya. At least wait until I get away from the oven.”

Dale’s southern accent warmed Ryland’s cold heart. Gently, he planted a kiss on Dale’s right shoulder. “I’ll do more than just tickle you, lover. That is a guarantee.”

“Mhmm, and I love when you do, sugah. Just broiling some fish, babe, with a little Cajun rice and veggies. Nothing too much, but I gotta stay healthy so I can give you all the blood you need.”

Ryland cocked an eyebrow, laying his head on the back of Dale’s neck. He sucked in a breath, enjoying Dale’s manly scent. Ryland winced, feeling his cock tent in his trousers and immediately he stepped back, cursing under his breath about his desires. As much as he wanted to take his lover up on the offer, he wasn’t sure he could control himself.

What if I turn him before he’s ready?

Ryland couldn’t bear to think of the consequences. The last thing he wanted was to take a chance on losing Dale again.

“Ry?” Dale spun around and threw the mitts on the neighboring counter. His wild blue eyes peered into Ryland’s. “What’s wrong, babe? I was feeling good with your cold body against my back, you know?” Dale flashed a smirky smile and held out his hands. “Come on back, babe. Wanna feel ya against me some more.”

Ryland returned the grin but didn’t move. “What am I, your personal air cooling unit?” He chuckled and folded his arms over his chest. “I knew you only wanted me for that; I just knew it,” he chided. “And your own bodyguard so no one will hurt or rob you.”

Dale laughed and ran his slim fingers through his brown locks. “Ah, shut it, Ry. You know I want you for way more than that. And like I said, you need me too, so you won’t go killing folks as much anymore.”

Ryland’s smile once again faded, and he nibbled on his bottom lip until it hurt. He loved that Dale was concerned about him, but it still didn’t quell his fear of turning him too soon. “Sweetheart, I know what you said about me feeding on you, but I…I’m not sure I can control that yet. I might turn you…”

“So?” Dale stepped closer and cradled Ryland in his arms, planting a light kiss on Ryland’s lips. “I want that, babe. We been seeing one another like three months now, going on four. I mean, don’t you want me to be your eternal lover? No doubt, I wanna be yours.” Dale stroked Ryland’s hair, twirling the strands around his fingertips. “Don’t tell me you’re changing your mind.”

Ryland closed his eyes, loving the feel of Dale’s hands in his hair and underneath his shirt, caressing his cold flesh. “Of course not, lover. I just refuse to turn you before it’s time. I don’t want it to be a situation where I need to or it is done in the heat of passion…at least not without your consent.”

“But you have it, Ry.” Dale cut him off with another kiss, forcing his tongue deep inside Ryland’s mouth. He shoved his hands down the back of Ryland’s pants, tightly squeezing his buttocks.

“Mmph.” Ryland relaxed into Dale’s embrace and grabbed onto his back through the denim shirt. His tongue tangled with Dale’s causing Ryland to become dizzy with lust. “You are my drug, you know that? I cannot resist you even if I tried.”

“And why would you want to?” Dale squeezed Ryland’s sides and moved his hands from inside Ryland’s pants. “Besides, I feel the same about you, babe. And by the way, when am I moving in? I mean, I love my older brother, but he’s starting to wear on my nerves, my man.”

Ryland wrapped his arms around Dale’s neck and leaned his forehead against Dale’s. “Soon. I need to make sure Ryder is perfectly okay with you taking residence here and that it is safe to do so. We have something to take care of first.”

Dale stepped back and cocked an eyebrow. “What, sugar? Damn, man, why don’t you just tell me, hmm? I mean, I’m fully aware of just about every damn thing about you, so tell me about the danger Ryder was talking about.”

Ryland sighed and moved away from Dale once again. Immediately he felt the loss of Dale’s warm body. “Lover, I want to be open with you, but I feel I need to keep this part secret. I don’t want you walking around scared or cause you to run away.”

Dale caught Ryland’s hand and pulled him in. “Babe, I told ya, nothing’s gonna make me run again, you hear? Now, whatever is wrong, we’re gonna fight it together, all three of us. And as far as that brother of yours, he just needs to spend more time with us; that’s all. I mean, when we all made love together, I swear…” Dale smiled wickedly and gripped Ryland’s sides. “I ain’t never seen or felt anything like that in my life. I’m looking forward to being with both of you, even though, you’re all I need.”

Ryland nodded and allowed himself to fall into Dale’s clutches once again. He desperately wished there was a way to tell Dale about the soul sucker demon running around waiting to strike them down at any moment, but there was some things his mortal didn’t need to know.

And how did Dale know about any danger unless he overheard them talking about it or if Ryder mentioned something to him?

Despite Dale’s advances and sweet talk, Ryland wouldn’t give in or hand Dale any keys to the mansion just yet; not until the demon had been slayed.

He would never forgive himself if he lost Dale because of his need to turn him, or the soul sucker’s desire to defeat him and his brother.


Another Excerpt from I Love it Rough M/M

Roughmm1  Morning. Here’s another excerpt from I Love it Rough

Kajika stepped out of the tub, grabbing the towel nearby to dry off. He’d been looking forward to spending the night and the early part of the day with his man, but duty called, causing Frankie to run out the door without saying anything more than ‘I’m gone’ and ‘I love you’.

Damn job.

Sometimes Kajika wished Frankie worked a nine to five instead of the dreaded detective position he held at the police station. They hadn’t had much time with the workload being so large due to shortage of staff, and it affected their relationship more than Kajika would’ve liked. At first he thought he could handle it; the excitement of his hot homicide detective out in the streets solving murders. Such a dangerous career but with it came nice money and accolades. Although Kajika was scared to death of blood and dead bodies, he loved hearing about some of Frankie’s cases, including the more intriguing ones that had yet to be solved. Tonight though, he would’ve traded all that in for his Frankie to be by his side.

In bed with me, where he should be.

Kajika finished wiping down and wrapped himself in his terry cloth robe to get ready for bed. He’d thought about staying up and watching some television, hoping that Frankie might return sooner than later, but he knew the truth. When called in, detectives don’t make it back home within a couple of hours. More like a few hours, or even half the day, would pass before he’d see his man again. As long as he came home safe, Kajika would deal with the amount of hours he spent away from their warm bed in Kenner, Louisiana.

On the way to the bedroom, Kajika wrapped his hair in the towel, drying his long strands. He glanced at the clock on the wall and grimaced when he noticed the big and small hand hovering over the two.

“Shit. Now I know I won’t see you until breakfast.” Kajika clicked his teeth and stomped on the trail of rose petals, angered by their night being interrupted. He pushed their bedroom door closed and leaned against the wood. “Damnit. We haven’t done a whole lot other than late night cuddling, quickies in the bathroom or on the kitchen floor. I need more than that, Frankie…I need−”

A long buzz sounded from the dresser, and Kajika moved quickly to see who was calling.


Frankie, or at least Kajika hoped it was, calling him with the news he’d be returning home sooner than expected. Although farfetched, Kajika could still wish his husband to be back early. He gulped hard and said a little prayer before clicking the connect button. “Hello?”

Silence then a sigh. “Babe, it’s me… I… I got some real bad news to tell you, sweetheart, but I’d rather you hear it from me as opposed to anyone else.”

Kajika released a deep breath and shrugged. “Are you okay, love? Something bothering−”

“Naw, I’m good, boo, but−” Frankie stopped a moment and blew hard through the phone.

Kajika plopped on the bed and crossed his legs, wondering what the heck his man was talking about. Bad news? What could it possibly be? Kajika nibbled on his bottom lip while he toyed with the frayed threads on his housecoat. “What is it, lover?”

“Babe, the murder I got called in for was…” Frankie ceased speaking again and sounded a little choked up about it.

Kajika held his breath and blinked twice in succession. “Who Frankie? Come on, just spit it out, right…who…”

“Lana Miles, babe. Lana’s been strangled to death.” Frankie spoke quickly to get the words out.

Kajika stared straight ahead, and his heart caught in his chest. Oh my God! Unable to cope with what he’d just heard, he dropped his phone and immediately the tears welled under his eyelids. Lana? Oh my God, who killed her? She was a good person…she…

“Kajika? Babe, you there? You okay, love? Talk to me, honey.”

I Love it Rough – m/m Michael Mandrake PG Excerpt

Roughmm1Here is the blurb and another excerpt from the story

Livin’ in N’awlins ain’t all that easy…

Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.

To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.

Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.

“Hey, Kenina…Frankie. Don’t have a lot yet other than an approximate time of death and the victim’s name. She was bound with ropes when we found her, but everything’s real clean so far.” Sampson ground out, not bothering to say much more.

“Did you touch anything?” Kenina forced her gloves over her hands.

“Negative, Miss Kenina. We know better than that. Everything was on when we got in here too. Lights, music, the fan up above.”

“Good man.” Kenina winked at Sampson as she went by.

Sampson nodded and watched her ass swish as she sauntered past. “Damn, Choteau, you a crazy sonofabitch for turning that hot thing down. And then you’re in love with a fucking man? What the hell, dude. And speaking of, this…thing we found in here wadn’t no prize. It’s a fucking he-she!”

Frankie’s eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists. It took everything in him not to punch this creep for calling Lana a he-she. He took a deep breath. “Look, fucker, keep your opinions about the victim and my life to your damn self, right? I won’t whip your ass right here, but I’ll damn well show you how this faggot could whoop ya when we’re not at the crime scene, capice? Do we have a motha fucking understanding, ass wipe?”

Sampson drew up his lips and wrinkled his nose.

“Frankie, keep it together, will ya? We all know Sampson’s an ass and can’t satisfy any woman, much less a he-she, with that small dick of his, so let’s ignore him and get to getting on this case!” Kenina yelled back, not bothering to look at either one of them. “Back to the business at hand, dick wad; got any witnesses?”

Frankie forced a smile, despite the circumstances. He was real happy to have his hound dog back at his side. “Well, Sampson? Answer the lady, will you?”

Sampson’s face flushed pink. “Nope, not a one. The landlady complained of hearing some loud music and thumping earlier. She had no idea it was a murder. She thought it was a loud party or something.”

The more he thought about Lana, Frankie’s heart sunk in his chest. Not that she was a close friend like Naomi, but she was someone he and Kajika knew. Kajika would definitely be upset about this when he found out. More than that, Frankie wondered if this occurrence would change the way Kajika thought about dancing.

Without saying another word, Sampson headed out, most likely embarrassed by Kenina’s vocal bashing of his manhood.

Not ready for the task, Frankie followed Kenina into the bedroom, leaving plenty of space between them. A part of him didn’t want to go in there to see Kajika’s friend dead, but it was part of his job, after all. Frankie grimaced and covered his mouth, trying to stop himself from hurling. The stench of dead flesh hit him hard, almost throwing him off his feet.

Keep it together, Frankie.

Frankie grunted and gulped in air while slipping his plastic gloves on. “I can do this, damnit. I’m a cop.” He gritted his teeth and went in with the resolve he wouldn’t let the potentially gruesome sight affect him.

Kenina clicked her teeth. “Damn.”

Once he made it in, all his strength and guile left his body. Frankie shook his head and blinked back a tear.  Lana, naked and helplessly bound to the four posts on the bed. Her eyes wide open, red and puffy, most likely from the pressure applied to her neck. The crimson rope hung loose over her broad shoulder, dragging on the floor.

What kind of fiend would do this to someone and walk the damn streets with a clean conscience?

Avoiding the sight, Frankie turned his head and continued to walk around looking for any clues that might lead them to the murderer. Although Frankie had seen plenty of dead bodies over the years, this one spooked him more than any.

“Yeah, this fucked up individual definitely had some kinks.” Kenina inspected Lana’s throat and slightly lifted the rope. “Heavy duty shit here, Frankie. None of that playful crap you find at Lover’s Dungeon.”

Frankie didn’t answer, knowing that was Kenina’s way of injecting humor. However, it wasn’t working because all Frankie thought about was how he’d break the news to his man.

“Wow, some intricate knots here too. I’m not into the bondage stuff, but I can tell the monster might’ve been a scout. I wonder how long she’s been tied up like this.” Kenina shook her head. “Waylon should be here any minute now. The kid’s a quack, but Vance tells me he’s brilliant.”

“Most CSI’s are.” Frankie couldn’t look at Lana’s corpse knowing he might lose some of his lunch he’d enjoyed earlier. “I’m sure he’ll be able to give us more of a start on the case when he arrives.”

He’s gotta, so I can find the douche who killed Lana.

Happy St Pats





Thanks again for having me and other great authors for this holiday bash

At some point I’ll do a little something for the occasion but for now, I’ll post a reminder.

My newest book, I Love it Rough is out now.

This is book two in the N’awlins Exotica Series.

As we speak, I’m doing a blogtour to promote this book and giving away prizes

You can enter the rafflecopter at this link.


Here is the list

1 ebook copy of ILIR
1 Coffee Mug
1 Starbucks Gift Card
Bag of Beads from New Orleans
1 All Romance Gift Card
1 N’awlins T Shirt
Jewelry Inspired by N’awlins Exotica
Booksmarks, Postcards, and pens from Sharita Lira/Muses
The contest ends on 3/15 and I’ll be picking a winner after that.
Next post, I’ll give another snippet from the book

Thanks to TRS…


Thanks to TRS as usual for throwing this party

And don’t forget, any comments will be entered in the drawing to win a copy of I Love it Rough

In the meantime, make sure to take advantage of the sale on I Like Em Pretty at Smashwords and All Romance

Hope you enjoyed my posts and make sure you follow the I Love it Rough blogtour running from today through 3/15

I’ll announce the winner of the book in a couple of days.

Have a great night!

Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.

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

 This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens.  She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.

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I Love it Rough by Michael Mandrake – Excerpt Two

Roughmm1In this excerpt, Kenina Porter cements her role in the series as Queen B. Check out this tense but funny excerpt here

Impatient, Kenina knocked a second time and just then, a scantily clad Asian woman pulled the door open.

“Can I help you?”

Damn, her voice is almost as deep as Vance’s.

Kenina opened her wallet and flashed her badge. “Detective Kenina Porter, homicide, and my partner, Detective Vance Morain. We’re here to speak to Dan Carter.

“Yeah, come on in, detectives. He’s been expecting you. I’m Darla.” She looked past Kenina at Vance. “I seen you here before, sexy man. Care for a little special attention before getting back to work?”

Kenina rolled her eyes and kept walking.

He better not even so much as look in this wenches direction or I will squeezed his balls until he yelps like a fucking puppy dog.

“Um, yeah, I been here Miss Darla, but I can’t stick around right now. We’re investigating Lana Miles’ murder, so this ain’t no social call.”

Darla shrugged and tapped her heel. “Pity. Yeah, I knew Lana well. Truthfully, we didn’t get along all that well, but I respected the girl.”

Kenina’s ears perked up at hearing that. “So you didn’t like her? Were you a little jealous, perhaps?”

Darla laughed and locked the door behind them. “Nope, and before you even accuse, honey, I didn’t have anything to do with her death. I was here with a young man who can vouch for my whereabouts. I was, ahem.” She licked her plump red lips. “Very preoccupied, if you know what I mean.”


Kenina frowned, wrinkling her lips. She made notes in her book.

Check Darla’s record for any red flags just in case.

“Yeah, well, it’s my job to look into any possible leads, especially when someone makes a statement like you did, anyway. I mean, how much of an idiot are you? You’re talking to a homicide detective investigating your co-worker’s murder, and you say shit like that?” Kenina clicked her teeth. “What the fuck? Really?”

“Hey look, Detective Bitch, I ain’t got nothing to hide, and if you think you can take me, bring that−” She put up her hands, ready for a fight.

Kenina didn’t budge, ready to take the woman on.

The nerve of this whore to call me out by name.

Vance stepped in between the two of them and held Kenina’s shoulders. “Hey, hey, come on. We need to speak to Dan, sweetheart. Can you go get him, please? You ain’t on trial right now, but I gotta agree with my partner about you making that statement. Now, tell Mr. Carter we’re ready for him to talk.”

Kenina shrugged Vance off of her and pursed her lips.

Yeah, you do that before I beat you down without batting an eyelash. 

I Love it Rough – Michael Mandrake Excerpt One

Roughmm1  Here’s the blurb and first excerpt from I Love it Rough. And don’t forget to enter the contest for the prize pack. Click here for details.

Livin’ in N’awlins ain’t all that easy…

Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.

To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.

Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.


“Kaj? Kaj?” Naomi shook Kajika twice and yelled in his ear. “Babe, we almost there, honey. Told you this would be a fast trip.” His friend grinned at him and tossed her black locks across her shoulders. “We in Mississippi now, Kaj. You say it might be home to your ancestors?”

Kajika nodded and looked back at the window at the green trees and grass down below that surrounded the hill of tracks they were traveling over. He still would’ve liked to fly, but Naomi reminded him how much she hated planes.

“There ya go. Only four hours and we here, babe.” She flashed him a smile and squeezed his hand. “Thanks for inviting me on this little trip with ya, honey, but I still think you and your man need to talk.”

Kajika’s slight smile turned upside down at the mention of Frankie’s name. “We have talked, and we fought, and…” He yanked his ponytail, exhaled, and leaned back against the headrest. He couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and sleep for a few hours. More like a day but he knew Naomi wanted to do some sightseeing. He did too but only after he’d gotten some rest. “The man won’t listen to reason right now, Naomi. I told him I needed him to be on that case to find Lana’s killer.”

Mon chere, you knew Frankie was stubborn when you decided to get with him, but so are you. You’re two strong minded individuals and when you argue, you need to come to a compromise. ‘Sides, I thought you wanted him home more often anyway. If he’s leaving cop work to become a private investigator, then that’s good, right?”

Kajika shook his head. “At first I thought it would be good to have him at home at normal hours but after having him constantly there for a few days, I changed my mind.” Kajika grimaced when he tried crossing his legs behind the seat. The person in front of him didn’t give two shits about personal space. “Seems like he’s become needy being around me more often. At least with work he was distracted. I−” Kajika nibbled on his lip. “I wanted him close, yeah, but not so much that he felt like second skin. Ever since Lana got killed he’s been on me about what time I’m coming home, yada yada. And, he wants me to quit dancing. That’s the part I can’t deal with, Naomi. Dancing is my passion. I do it because it keeps me alive.”

“I know, Kaj, but I think your man has every right to be concerned.” Naomi pulled her compact from her bag, checking her makeup. “I wish I had somebody to be worried about my ass coming home from work. You don’t realize how good you have it, baby boy. A loving man who only wants the best for you. The only thing I don’t like is him roughing you up like he did Kaj, and mentioning ol’ Bob and how he used to handle you. Frankie’s too sweet to be channeling that old bastard, ya know?”

“Bob could be sweet too when he wanted to be. And besides, I enjoyed the rough sex, babe. I like that Frankie showed a little anger while we fucked.”

“Then why the hell you on this train with me?” Naomi flashed him a blank look and drew up her lips.

“Cause he’s gotta realize I’m not his damn puppet, that’s why. I’m not gonna quit dancing just because he wants me to. Bob might’ve been an ass at times, and hell, I liked him being more of a father figure to me too, but he was a lot older. Frankie and I aren’t that much different in age. Our relationship should be more about discussions and compromises, not him telling me what the hell to do.


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