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Winners from TRS Party!



Hello to all.

I’m really late picking the winners from last weeks contests but better late than never!

A copy of No Denying Sin

Vicki W

A book of your choice and a $5GC from Amazon

Tara W

Orrin’s Prize Pack (A copy of NDS, a GC from Starbucks, N’awlins Exotica Jewelry, a coffee mug, and another special prize thrown in.)


Thanks to everyone for all the great comments.

There will be a blogtour for NDS hosted by Pride Promotions on January 26th.

Stay tuned to my page on Facebook for details!


Contest Reminders!


Just a reminder, I’m still giving away a copy of No Denying Sin

An ebook, winners choice and a $5GC

Make sure you comment on the post links with your email and you’ll be entered!

What’s wrong with Twinlove?

MonTrois Greetings readers, so glad you stopped by to listen to me today. My topic is the appeal of twin love or twincest which derives from the word incest. Yeah I know, you think it’s yucky. Sex between family members is totally taboo. I used to think this and actually some of the “cest” still doesn’t do it for me but it’s something about twins, especially twin men that makes it hot as hell.

Why? Two men who look exactly alike in most cases and they’re making love to one another. It’s like having sex with yourself with a mirror nearby. *giggles* Yes that’s how I view it. Not that long ago, I didn’t see myself actually writing it but then, a reader came to me and requested a story. You might know her, Judie S, who is also known as Honey Bunny. At times she does promo for several authors and when I started writing as Michael Mandrake almost 4 years ago, she put a request in the comments on my blog to write a twincest story. I was really flattered that someone was reading my freebie and asking me to write a story, then I said, twincest? OMG, how can I do that? I worried about how I’d do it and what kind of story. Most of all, I was challenging my own moralities sort of speak because I’d always been taught any kind of incest is wrong. But if we totally went by the “book” then every erotica book would be banished right? Seems that way with how retailers are going after erotica authors but that’s another topic for another day.

Going back to my point, it took me awhile to get around to it. Not only because of my own fears but also the books I was working on. Michael was pretty prolific when I first started writing under him. Now, he fades back in the shadows and waits his turn but when me and the muse discussed doing an erotica story, he jumped at the chance. Although he is usually the least “sexual” muse, he loved the idea of tapping into a taboo fantasy of twin brothers in love. And when we finally talked to Judie, Ryland and Ryder Durand were born. Twin vamps who are identical but with different personalities. Ryland is the more conservative, stuffy, and timid character while Ryder is ragged, bold, and fearless. In the story, you can clearly tell by their speech and their dress how different they are. I’m sure this happens in real life too and being immortal is what makes them special.

So what is the appeal? Love between brothers, hot scorching love and sex. The vampire thing makes it easy too and even though they aren’t human, they wrestle with the fact it isn’t accepted but hey, it happens in books and in real life. I wanted to bring that reality to my tale and I hope I succeeded. Ryland and Ryder’s final book will be out sometime in December. And because of

Judie as well as awesome authors like Lee Brazil and Sage Whistler, I was able to do this series with confidence.

So, if you’re into erotica, any kind, don’t dismiss some subgenres quickly just because it seems yucky. I’ve read some other “cests” since then and I enjoyed a few. I learned to expand my mind as a reader and author, and because of that, I created a story I’m very proud of.

What about you? What are some of the taboos in fiction you’ll never touch? Is twincest one of them and if so, tell me why. Thanks for listening.



Mon Frere, My True Love N’awlins Exotica Paranormal #1

Blurb: Twin vamps Ryland and Ryder Durand are only different in personality while the rest is exactly the same. Ryland, the author is calm and conservative while Ryder the club owner is wild and lewd. However, the brothers share the same dark desire and haven’t informed one another. Will that bring them closer together or sever their relationship for all eternity?

‘To Louis One Cemetery I shall return, away from the fray of humans, looking to make a mockery of me, fawning over my body as if I were some kind of celebrity. Damn these people, damn them all to hell! In time, I shall see to it they meet the so called Maker much earlier than they expected.’

Ryland tapped the keys for the last words of his latest story and leaned back in the leather recliner, content with his work. “Brilliant. Just in time to post the latest installment before the weekend,” he sighed to himself and clicked the “x” button to close the window on his laptop screen. Satisfied with his work for the evening, he glanced at the clock in the corner and noticed he’d been writing for the last four hours straight, with no breaks.

Just one of the many benefits of being an immortal.

Ryland smiled to himself and gripped the golden chalice containing blood from his latest kill. He sniffed it first, allowing it to fill his nostrils before putting it to his lips. Type AB, excellent. Though he hated the being he’d become, he couldn’t deny the sweet taste of fresh blood from a human. After taking one sip, the warmth trickled down his throat, sending tiny bits of adrenaline to his nipples, making them pebble underneath his shirt. The slow burn settled in his chest, making him gasp. Immediately after, his groin stirred in his trousers, causing him to squirm uncomfortably in the chair. Ryland closed his eyes and held the chalice tightly, savoring every little bit of his victim’s blood. He sat it down and stared at it, admiring the tiny gems on the container.

Something about a young man’s blood, better than any other.

Ryland hadn’t been happy about his brother’s choice of existence nor the decision he made on Ryland’s behalf, but they were young and Ryder, who’d always been the most immature one, did what he thought was best so they’d survive. Besides, they’d spent the majority of their early childhood without a mother and father and only each other to lean on. Such a horrible fate for two young boys, still growing up and learning the ways of the world. Perhaps it was best to be taken under the wing of a vamp to be taught things from the other side. At least they had one person to guard and watch over them on the early stages of their lives.

When thinking about his parents, a small tear ran from Ryland’s eye down to the base of his cheek. Despite all of what he’d seen, he’d never forget that awful day when their world was torn apart during the Natchez War in the early 1700’s.

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A log cabin at White Apple, in Mississippi late 1723

“Ryland, don’t cry. We will all be together.” Ryland’s mother Jean held him close to her firm bosom and caressed his head. Take care of your younger brother. You must be strong like your papa!”

Ryland continued to wail and his younger brother stood in silence with his father. After Jean and Jacque Durand kissed them, both parents shoved the young boys into a door underneath the floor of their cabin so they wouldn’t be captured by anyone and taken into slavery.

“Shhh… Ryland, we must be quiet if we’re not to get caught,” Ryder whispered to his older brother by only minutes.

Still upset, Ryland sniffed and wiped his eyes, wanting so badly to be by his parent’s side. Something told him they wouldn’t be together as their mother had promised though he hoped he was wrong about his inclination.

Ryland and Ryder held one another when they heard heavy footsteps over their heads. Ryland shuddered and covered his own mouth and his brother’s.

It must be the French!

“Vous là-bas, femme! Viens ici maintenant! Est-ce que votre mari indien?” (You there, woman! Come here now! Is this Indian your husband?)


Ryland and Ryder closed their eyes tightly. Ryland himself prayed to the gods above, hoping they would save their parents from harm.

In moments, the twins jumped when they heard two gunshots ring out.

“Nooo… tu l’as tué, tu dois me tuer aussi!” (You killed him, you must kill me too!) Their mother’s loud crying and then they heard rumbles and laughter from the Frenchmen mocking her.

They’ve shot my father and now they’re taking my mother! How could you oh great one? Why didn’t you save them as I asked?

Ryland wept in silence as did his brother who held him tighter against his chest.

Now what would come of them with their father dead and their mother in captivity?

You can download these for FREE on Smashwords

Contest #2 Win an ebook and $5GC



Okay, here is contest number 2

You can win a book of your choice and a $5GC from Amazon

Just comment with your email and your favorite book of 2014.

Give me some good recommendations so I can catch up on my reading!

Doesn’t have to be m/m!

N’awlins Exotica Series Book 4 – Hell Hath No Fury


For those readers following this series, you know about my bitch Kenina who likes to cause trouble. 

She’s lewd and in danger of getting suspended because of her politically incorrect comments.

Obviously, she needs a man right?

And David Mulroney is just the one.

Here is the unofficial blurb for this story.

Blurb: Life was supposed to be simplified in the Big Easy…

Since relocating from NY to NOLA, Kenina Porter has lived the good the bad, and the ugly, working in homicide in one of the most unsafe parts of New Orleans. She fought hard for her stripes as one of the best detectives in her precinct and refused to let anything slow her down. 

These days, Kenina Porter isn’t taking bs from anyone, let alone another cop in her department who claims to have the hots for her. With her heart tightly locked and her guard up, Kenina intends to live out her life as a hard nosed cop but will David Mulroney be the one to finally bring her out of her shell?

Look for this one later on this year

No Denying Sin Excerpt #2

NoDeny1  Here’s another excerpt from NDS!

Living in the Big Easy is downright deadly especially if you’re a stripper. When another exotic dancer is found dead in her apartment, the heat mounts on Frankie and his fellow detectives to find the killer. Due to the magnitude of this unsolved mystery along with the LaBoy murders, tension runs high at Nineteen making it hard for all to breathe around the police station and sending everyone into a frenzy.

There’s no denying Frankie’s love for Kajika but in the back of his mind, hot thoughts of the mutual jerk off with Orrin Daugherty loom over his head. Though the feelings are mutual, Orrin wants nothing to do with this and pushes Frankie away. Add in to the mix his fascination with partner Vance Morain along with his severe case of blue balls and you got one hell of a predicament for these for complex and volatile men.

The men at Nineteen are burning with desire for one another and pleasure is beginning to be almost as important as business.

Will the sinful disruptions stop them from finding the killer roaming the streets of the Big Easy?

This is book 3 of N’awlins Exotica Series. Doesn’t necessarily need to be read in order.

WARNING: Lots of lewd dialogue and smoldering sex between males.





Vance rubbed the scruff on his chin and adjusted his rear view before pulling off onto the street. He could’ve sworn he’d just heard Frankie trying to convince Orrin to stay at the station. And it sounded a like he was persuading him for other reasons and not just to solve cases.

What the hell was wrong with him?

“Damn it, Choteau, I know you ain’t cheatin’ on that fine young thang you got sitting at home.” Vance made the wide turn to address the beat cops announced over the radio—3416 Natchez Avenue, not too far away from the Miles girls’ apartment where she was also strangled to death.

Just what was with this killer and his desire to murder women by strangulation? What kind of nutcase were they were dealing with, and why didn’t they have any clues to find this son of a bitch? Vance wished he had all the answers, but unfortunately, just like everyone else, he was clueless about this and the LaBoy case.

Hell, he was stuck on stupid about a lot of things right now, especially his sexuality. If only there was an answer to this as well as the cases plaguing him and all of nineteen, he’d be a much happier man.

As he approached the address, a car cut out in front of him, nearly causing a head on collision. He slammed on the brakes so hard his foot throbbed from the pressure.

“Fucking asshole!”

People had no respect for police or any people of authority these days. Didn’t matter that the freaking blue lights and sirens were on, sounding an emergency. The driver of that car obviously had something more important to do.

Like scoring some drugs.

Or running away from the scene of a crime, perhaps? Too bad Vance didn’t get a good look at the black car’s license plate. At this stage of the killer’s spree, any kind of clue would be welcomed.

“New Orleans Police Department. Step aside,” he yelled out the window as he pulled on the side of the vehicle Choteau and Daughtery rode in to the crime scene. Vance opted to take another because he thought Kenina might jump in the car with them. Lord knows he didn’t want to get into anymore arguments with that woman tonight.

He flashed his badge to fellow officers and ducked under the yellow tape to enter the building of the deceased. The moment he opened the door, the stench of rotten flesh hit him like an uppercut to his jaw. “Fuck.”

Vance yanked his handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth. On the way up, he passed Sampson in the hallway, looking pissed about something.

“What’s your problem?”

“Nothing, man. It’s another one of those up there. This quack has a thing for he-shes, I suppose. I don’t even know why we’re here investigating it. The world needs less wierdos and more normal people like us, right Morain?”

Vance shook his head and frowned at that statement. “Shut the hell up, Sampson. Go take a fucking walk.”

“Aw man, don’t tell me you’re…”

“Go way, Sampson!” he snapped and kept walking towards the victim’s apartment. Though he dismissed the cop’s smart ass comment, he had to wonder. Was he a weirdo like Orrin, Frankie, and Waylon who all claimed to like men, women, and everything in between?

Though he found Kajika Fortier to be hot as hell, Vance wasn’t sure he could handle not being normal. Dammit, he was a Texan, a Republican, son of an oil rig worker. He enjoyed nights at country bars, drinking beer with his buddies, and listening to Tim McGraw. Men like that couldn’t be…


And really, he didn’t consider himself that because he was mostly into Kajika Fortier who was totally off limits. Lately, he’d been developing some feelings for his partner that were beyond the usual friendship, and in all actuality that shit scared the bejesus out of him.

Orrin Daugherty was Vance’s partner, not his lover—nor would he ever be more than that. Besides, even if Vance did, he knew Orrin wanted nothing to do with on-the-job romances.

When he made it to the doorway, he peeked his head inside. “Hey.”

Waylon looked around, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Hey man, c’mon in and join the party! Your buddies are in the bedroom snooping around for shit. I doubt they’ll find anything ‘cause this quack is like a freaking ghost.”

Vance stepped in, keeping the cloth over his nose and mouth. “How long had she been dead?”

“Most likely about two days,” Moto replied. “I’d say between ten and twelve p.m., apparently this son of a bitch likes to work late nights.”

Vance nodded and headed into the bedroom where he found Frankie, Orrin, Kenina, Wendell, and Turley looking around the room.

“Hey,” Turley called out. “This motherfucker is really something else. He leaves nothing behind, and he has a thing for red rope.”

“And knots. Don’t forget that,” Wendell added.

“I swear we’re all hitting a dead end with this case. No one’s seen or heard anything. No clues, no leads…” Orrin chimed in.

“And the bodies keep piling up,” Frankie finished the sentence.

“So much for my theory on Darla having anything to do with this.” Kenina sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. “And he has a thing for transsexuals, too. Why is he only targeting them?”

“Did we already rule out hate crime?” Turley answered.

“Naw, but the victims are all connected. Remember, they’re all exotic dancers, transsexuals. Maybe this crazy thinks he’s doing the city a favor by killing these women. Perhaps, he’s overly religious—” Frankie added.

“Not really ‘cause he’s having sex with all the victims,” Orrin interjected.

“Sick fuck!” Vance shook his head, glancing at the rotting corpse with bulged eyes, swollen lips, and the signature red rope around its neck. “No one cared about her, huh? I mean, I seem to recall a lot of people were concerned about Lana not showing up for work.”

“Well, according to that weasel Dan Carter, this was the one that was jealous of Lana and Kajika. You remember that, don’cha Vance? Or did Brayden make you forget all about what that ass talked about in our meeting.”

Vance bristled, “I swear, Kenina…”

“Shit, Detective Porter, now is not the fucking time,” Orrin snapped. “Leave him the hell alone. We got a dead person here. Have some fucking respect!”

Vance looked up at Orrin and nodded a silent thank you.

“Whatever, Orrin.” Kenina flipped him the bird and stalked out.

Orrin didn’t respond back. “Let’s get the hell up outta here so Moto and Waylon can do their work. We ain’t finding shit in here.”

“And they probably won’t either, but I know they gotta do their thang. So, I guess all of y’all are on night shift with me then. Good cause, it’ll be nice to have some company.” Frankie chuckled and walked out the room.

Turley and Wendell followed, talking between themselves.

“Thanks, man.” Vance bowed his head and blinked once to distract himself from staring too hard

Orrin waved his hand. “Yeah, yeah, let’s just get back to the station to throw some more ideas around. And I’m telling you now, if the two of you continue to bicker and fight, I will be asking Chief to take me off this fucking case!”

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Good mornin TRS!



Good morning!

Thanks for all the lovely comments yesterday. Much appreciated.

Let me take a moment to talk about my other novella that released early December.

It’s a short called Reconnection from Evernight Publishing

Every once in a while, the average looking guy scores!

Robert McIntyre is a closeted, average looking sports columnist for the Daily Read. Unfortunately, his desire to stay in has cost him the chance at love more than once. However, now it seems his luck will change since his editor has asked him to interview, Jake Valenta. Jake and Robert knew one another in college and when he heard from a mutual friend that Jake might be bisexual, Robert didn’t believe him.

Before Robert’s trip, they discover a mutual affection for one another. Jake shares his desire to stay behind closed doors because he can’t stand being called a fag, but desperately wants Robert to be his man.


Robert and Jake want a chance to reconnect on a more personal level, but will this budding relationship ruin their careers?

 Evernight Publsihing




“Hey, Robert, it’s Jake again.”

I grinned and cocked an eyebrow. “Hey, um, yeah I thought we weren’t gonna talk until I made it down there?”

“You really didn’t think I’d wait until then, did you? I’ve waited for a long time to talk with you, Robert. Like Lori and Alex said, no time like the present to get to know one another  again. Besides, when coach told me Robert McIntyre would be coming down to get an exclusive on me, I thought it would be the best time for us to catch up.”


“Robert, we didn’t spend a whole lotta time together at Oklahoma State. You were a junior when I first came in. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me.”

“I did, but….” I got up from my desk and walked by the window so none of my co-workers would listen to what I was saying. “You and Chastity were a hot item. When the two of you got together, we rarely saw one another except at parties. Then I graduated—”

“Yeah two years too soon, Rob. I swear, I wish I had more courage to come out, but I don’t have the temperament to deal with people calling me faggot. I’m a hothead, so I’d be ready to whoop ass the second someone says the word.”

“Yeah, I um—wait, Jake, did you say—” I nearly lost my balance when I heard Jake Valenta say he was gay.

Jake laughed out loud. “C’mon, Robert, don’t play dumb with me. You were well aware Chastity and I faked our relationship. Lori told Alex, and I know she didn’t keep that information to herself.”

“No, she told me, but I didn’t believe it because—”

Jake interrupted me. “I know, ‘cause I play straight real well.”


“And I always will, Robert, ‘cause I can’t deal with stupid people saying those words. Here’s a scoop for you, Robert. I’m gay and always have been. Of course, if you print it, I will deny it. Baseball is still in the dark ages when it comes to these types of things, and until someone else carries the torch for us, I’ll be proudly staying behind the rainbow colored door. However, if people would stop acting like assholes and accept us for what we are, it might be sooner.”

Listening to Jake talk about his sexual orientation took me back in time. If only I had pursued him, if only I’d been less shy, if…


“Robert? Still, with me buddy?”

“Yeah, sorry. Anyways, you were saying?”

“It’s cool, man. We can talk more when we see each other. We lost so much time, Robert. I know we can’t make it all up when you come down here, but it’s a good start, right?”


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I’m giving away a copy of Reconnection at Michael’s bloghop and Evernight enters all comments for a chance at an IPad Mini

Evernight Blog Hop

Good Morning- Gemma K. Murray

Good morning from snowy Wisconsin! We were graced with a couple inches of beautiful powdery white stuff that just makes the world sparkle…until you realize you need to put on your coat, boots, and gloves so you can walk the dog, then shovel the drive and sidewalks. It is all good!

Final front cover

A witch who believes she’s incapable of true love and a dragon who is looking for a specific type of woman, two beings who are complete opposites, yet perfect for each other. With danger looming on the edges of Cedar River, can Brady convince Silver that she is The Golden Dragon’s Treasure?


E-book link


CONTEST #1 Win a copy of No Denying Sin



Okay let’s do a contest

I’m giving away the copy of NDS to a lucky winner.

Just comment here and you’re entered!

For those who don’t want to wait, here are the links




2014 Book List for Tory Richards

Some of these books I re-released after regaining the rights back from the publisher. The Serve and Submit Series has 5 short, erotic stories to it but since the covers are all the same I didn’t add them. All of these books are offered on my Amazon page. Some are full length, others are novellas.

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