New Release: Stripped Away


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Stripped Away, book two in The Escapade series, is out today. I love this story, and it was an emotional one for me to write. If you enjoyed Stripped Clean, I hope you’ll also love reading about Greg’s brother finding himself and finding a happy ending.

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About Stripped Away:

HE DOESN’T RECOGNIZE HIMSELF

David Moorehouse has spent his life hiding behind masks. Nice guy. Best friend. Reverend’s kid. After finding his father dead on the floor, he’s been stripped of his job at the family church and his identity as the quiet, nice guy. The life he knew is over, and he doesn’t know what to do next.

HE KNOWS ANGER BETTER THAN ANYONE

Ricky Slade is itching for a fight. By the time he meets David, he’s struggling to save his business, his best friend, his drug-addict brother, and his own sanity. He’s got no patience for his business partner’s judgmental sibling showing up and getting in his face.

Their furious heat turns into a fiery inferno, but Ricky’s fresh off a bad breakup, and David is getting guilt-tripped by his family and his ex. Every time they fight, they fall into bed, but will that be enough when things around them come apart?

Be advised, this book contains: two men with big egos and bigger trucks, more emotional baggage than they can carry, and a whole lot of man on man action.

Excerpt:

There were reasons to back down. Ricky couldn’t think of one right then. Everything had narrowed down to the hard bulge pressed against his thigh and Church Boy’s pupils gone wide in the orange light of that Exit sign up above.
When he came to his awareness next, his fingers had found their way into short, brown hair that was a touch wavy and way softer than it looked. Ricky froze for a moment when Dave’s body did too, and he was a fraction from giving them both an excuse to retreat when full, wide lips pushed against his.

Wasn’t so much kissing as it was two mouths trying to show each other who was boss. Ricky loved that shit. With one hand on either of Dave’s shoulders, he shoved forward. Boot scrapes and fingernails on wood paneling echoed in the empty club.

Dave’s back hit the wall with a grunt that got muffled inside of Ricky’s open mouth. Their tongues slid together, and Ricky couldn’t hold back his groan of satisfaction or the upward thrust of his hips.

Goddamn. He hadn’t kissed a man in so fucking long it made his soul ache.

After a few grasps at Ricky’s shirt Dave managed to get skin on skin, and fuck… that thing about kissing went right out the window. Dave’s large hands had long, blunt fingers and there they went burnin’ a trail straight for Ricky’s nipples. “Hell yeah,” Ricky murmured against Dave’s lips.

“I want you,” Dave answered. His body threw off heat and frenzied need. Under the orange of that Exit sign, demons
and desperation flashed in the man’s eyes. Ricky found himself wanting to know more about what lurked in Church
Boy’s dark side. Wanting to bring it out. Make it scream his name.

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You can also find some awesome reviews for Stripped Away at The Book Vixen, 3 Chicks After Dark, and Sinfully Sexy (this one includes a giveaway).

 

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Cover Art by Pickyme

So I’m starting a newsletter. I’ve been meaning to for years, and well – reasons and stuff.

So here’s the thing: I’m also going to start doing a teaser, giveaway, and early-release sale with each of my new books. Sooooo… if you’re on my mailing list, you’ll be the first to know about these deals, the first to get the teasers, and all subscribers will automatically be entered to win a free ebook or paperback with each release.

I’ll be starting off with giving away a paperback of Stripped Away (ebook for international folks), which comes out in just a couple of weeks. Wanna join me? I hope you will. Sign up! Come to the dark side. We have sweaty, naked men. And pastries.

As always, you can continue to keep informed by Twitter and Facebook as well, but the Newsletter is going to be the place where I share  first, especially due to the way social media has been controlling visibility lately.

Ellis’s newsletter link (in case you missed it the first two times).

Out now: COLLIDE by Riley Hart


My friend and “work in progress” co-author Riley Hart kicks off her gay romance debut with a sweet small-town first-in series about two boyhood friends who reconnect as adults. I was lucky enough to beta read this one and really enjoyed it:

Available at: AmazonB&N|  Add it to your Goodreads TBR

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About COLLIDE:

At ten years old, Noah Jameson and Cooper Bradshaw collided mid-air when they dove for the same football. For three years, they were inseparable…until one day when Noah and his parents disappeared in the middle of the night.

Noah and Cooper never knew what happened to each other. Now, seventeen years later, after finding his boyfriend in bed with another man, Noah returns to Blackcreek looking for a fresh start. And damned if he doesn’t find his old friend grew up to be sexy as sin. Coop can’t believe Noah—the only person he trusted with the guilt over his parents’ death—is back. And gay… Or that Cooper himself suddenly wants another man in his bed for the first time.

There’s no denying the attraction and emotion between them, but can they overcome the ghosts of their pasts to have a future together?

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Comment from Ellis: There’s a bittersweet note about the gorgeous cover on this book. The photographer who shot the cover photo, Jackson Photographix, announced on his Facebook page a few days ago that one of the models in the picture was killed by a drunk driver in Alberta. As it turns out, Brennan was a creative guy who made most of the furniture in his own home – very much like Noah, one of the heroes in Riley’s book. It strikes me as a heartbreaking bit of kismet. I’m so sorry to hear of his passing.

A Couple of Quick Updates


So just a couple of updates:  Today will be the last day for the Government shutdown ebook giveaway (or as Tiffany Reisz so cleverly called it, #smutdown). If you’re a furloughed fed in need of some gay romance to read, shoot me an email before midnight EST (10/13) with your desired ebook reading format and I will send you some angsty manlove in return. Thanks to everybody who joined in, and I hope we all get our government back in working order ASAP.

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STRIPPED CLEAN is live today on Amazon and ARe (B&N, and iBooks take a little longer but should have it shortly – at the moment, most of my books aren’t going be available on Kobo because a few peddlers of erotica with questionable content went and ruined that party for all of us).

ANYHOO – I love every book I’ve written, but this story is extra special and I really adore these two heroes so I hope you check it out. And I hope you fall in love with them like I have.

About Stripped Clean:

Carlos O’Shea is stuck. He knocked up a girl in college after a night of too much drinking, and then married her to be honorable. With little money, fewer options, and no degree, he winds up cleaning the floors in a small town gentlemen’s club and thinking desperate thoughts about the handsome owner that’ll lead to nothing but trouble.

Greg Moorehouse only invested in a nudie bar to help his best buddy out of a financial crisis. Now his drug-dealing ex-boyfriend, his reverend father, and a parade of surgically enhanced DDs’ are driving him insane. But what’s really stripped him of all good sense is his growing obsession with his married employee, Carlos.

They circle each other in a push-pull of misunderstandings and growing attraction. Carlos needs to get his boss out of his head, and Greg can’t abide cheaters and married men. So what are a strip-club owner and the guy who cleans for him going to do with their undeniable desires?

Please note: This is an adult gay romance, for mature readers only. Contains explicit love-making between two hot-blooded men, angsty dark moments, and cupcake-baking exotic dancers

Oh, and have a great time at GayRomLit if you’re going. Hope to see you there next time!

Happy Sunday. Love, Ellis

Win Forbidden Love


Today’s quickie: Stumbling Over Chaos is doing a fabulous e-book giveaway of Forbidden Love, the re-release of my Mayan Mythology novella.  You can check out the giveaway and enter to win, here. Contest is open until 10/10 at 7 pm!

Feeling impatient? You can pick it up at Amazon B&N, and Kobo. 🙂

Out Today! Forbidden Love


My Mayan mythology novella re-releases today! W00hoo! This was my first standalone gay romance release, and I still adore this book. Your first is always special. I reclaimed the rights so that I could update the cover art (I love this new cover so much I wanna cry, people), clean up a few typos that always bugged me, and – very important – lower the price!

It’s available now on Amazon, B&N, and Kobo . Please do check it out if you haven’t already, and I hope you enjoy. 🙂

Cover art by Pickyme

About Forbidden Love: Get it at Amazon  | B&N| Kobo |  Add to your Goodreads List


Jacob Freehan has no job, no man, and no motivation. In pain both from ending a long-term abusive relationship and a severe back injury, he escapes to the sunny seaside town of Puerto Morelos, Mexico for a little yoga, a little R&R, and possibly a place to quietly end his own life.



Pakal is a centuries-old immortal Mayan spirit guide who has been charged with getting Jacob on the path toward healing. Romantic involvement with a spirit charge is strictly forbidden, and it has never been a problem…until now. Pakal sees something special in Jacob, but failure to keep a rapidly growing attraction at bay could result in Jacob losing his life and Pakal being condemned to the Underworld forever…

Excerpt:

They were plodding carefully through a large corridor of stalactites and stalagmites that gave the appearance of a giant shark’s mouth, when Jacob stepped absently and slipped. Pakal grabbed Jacob from behind, just narrowly preventing him from being impaled on the business end of a sharp, vertically jutting piece of rock. Many a tourist had landed at the nearby clinic for such accidents.

“Shit.”

“I warned you to be careful where you stepped. It’s slippery in here.” Pakal’s breath was heavy, and he was panting right in Jacob’s ear. His heart thudded against the thinner man’s back. Their bodies vibrated together as if they shared the same skin. They were dangling over a great precipice just then, and for the life of him Pakal was too caught up in the thrill to truly care about the consequences. He tightened his grip around Jacob’s naked waist and his light slipped from his fingers into the water. It was stupid. It was dangerous.

It was too late.

The thought was interesting, but fleeting, as Pakal’s hand dipped inside of Jacob’s loose, surfer-style swim shorts.

“Holy Jesus. What are you doing?” The words held a note of obligatory protest, but even as he said them, Jacob’s ass pushed into Pakal’s crotch, and his forearm and head came to rest against the curve of the cave wall. Both men breathed heavily, totally in sync.

“Keep it down,” Pakal whispered. Gods, Jacob’s cock was smooth. Deliciously soft and hard at the same time. “You’re so tense. I’m helping you to loosen up.”

Jacob’s breath hitched. “Someone could come by here any minute.” Yet even as he said it, his hard length fucked faster into Pakal’s wet fist. His dick was perfect against Pakal’s skin; it was long and thin, with only a small amount of soft hair at the base. Pakal’s fingers strayed for a moment to roll Jacob’s weighty sac in his hand, and he longed to feel it inside of his mouth.

“Better be fast, then,” Pakal breathed.

Jacob’s skin was warm and salty, with a hint of sunscreen against Pakal’s tongue as it trailed a path from behind Jacob’s ear down the side of his neck. He paused for only the slightest moment when his lips brushed a silver necklace out of the way and found a small, puffy line of scar tissue underneath. He kissed the spot and moved on, sucking and biting over Jacob’s shoulder blade as he stroked harder and faster.

“Oh, God.” Jacob’s breathing sped up and got ragged and, thank the gods, the guy was close because distant voices and splashes from deep within the cave were slowly coming nearer, and Pakal couldn’t bring himself to stop. “Jesus, Pakal.”

“Better hurry,” he murmured, nipping at Jacob’s earlobe.

Guest Blog: Breaking Rules by Kathryn Scannell


Many thanks to Kathryn for her thought-provoking guest blog! I LOVE exploring the concept of non-monogamous relationships, and we would love to get some feedback on what you readers think! 

I’m also going to remind the viewing audience at this time that this is an over-18 blog. There’s a very adult excerpt at the end!

Breaking Rules

Every genre has its rules, its convention, and breaking them is risky. Romance has more than many other genres, and some are so unbreakable that if you violate them your story ceases to be romance, and becomes something else in most people’s eyes. The ending is one of these – if you don’t provide a happily ever after, a happy for now, or at least the promise of one, you should call your story something else.

Heterosexual romance in its most traditional form has even more iron-clad conventions. The dashing, roguish alpha hero is virtually a requirement, as is the heroine whose life he completes. In the romances of thirty years ago (and even today in some subgenres) your heroine must be a virgin, and stay that way until just after you type “The end”. Personally I always thought it was appropriate that one of my grandmother’s insomniac friends used those as sleep aids, but that’s a matter of taste. I mean no offense to any readers who like that genre.

A lot of those rules are bending or being broken now. Erotic romance is probably outselling the old sweet romances which had no sex in them. And then there are the ménage romances. But they tend to cling to the active hero – passive heroine model in many cases. That one is harder to shake than the virginity trope.

One of the things that I enjoy about writing M/M romance is the fact that a lot of these rules and conventions just don’t apply. Readers in this genre are open to a romance where the people involved are partners, not an alpha and a supporter. You can certainly write a story with a dominant partner and one who falls into the more passive, supportive role, which roughly maps to the traditional alpha male and heroine model, but you don’t have to. Or you can have them swap roles – perhaps one is more dominant in public matters like managing the household and submissive when they get into the bedroom. The key point is that you can move outside the box and people don’t throw the book down in horror. That leaves a lot more territory to play with.

There are still some conventions though. If you’re writing romance, there needs to be a relationship, and as a general rule, people tend to assume that means monogamy, or possibly a threesome. The notion of a committed relationship in which you stop having relationships with others besides the other people in the relationship with you is the default in modern American society.

But just because something is the default shouldn’t make other options out of the question. It merely makes them a bit exotic. I submit that it’s quite possible to have multiple romantic relationships as long as two fundamental requirements are met:

  • You have to be absolutely honest about what’s going on with anyone you’re in a relationship with.
  • A new relationship you undertake can’t be something which hurts the person or persons you’ve already made commitments with

These kinds of relationships are tricky, particularly in our culture where they’re looked at oddly, and have no standards to model themselves on. You have to work out the mechanics among the involved parties. That involves more talking than most couple do about their relationships. By which I mean being honest about needs and desires, not just saying “I love you”, although saying that early and often is a good idea too, as long as it’s true.

I’ve seen these kinds of relationships in real life fail spectacularly, but I’ve also seen them succeed. Two friends of mine became even more sappily romantic with each other after they decided to be poly, and she got another boyfriend. It was a revelation to watch.

It’s more likely to work in a culture where it’s considered normal. My new novel, Embracing the Dragon, involves just such a culture. Both Elves and Tengri are very long lived, and have astonishingly high sex drives. Trying to limit yourself to a single partner for a lifetime that spans thousands of years would try the fidelity and patience of a saint. They don’t even consider it. They do marry, but it’s as much about property and politics as about love and sex.

Despite that, the interpersonal issues come up. How do you deal with it when you love two people who can’t stand each other? Even in a culture where it’s expected that you’ll have romantic relationships with multiple people, often overlapping in time, that’s a hard question to answer. And hard questions lead to interesting stories. This one led eventually to Embracing the Dragon.

Email: Kathryn.scannell@gmail.com

Website: http://www.kathrynscannell.com

Blog: http://kathryn-scannell.dreamwidth.org

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Embracing the Dragon is available in various electronic formats from Torquere Press:

http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=3116

Blurb:

Danny O’Riordan’s life was complicated before he had the vision of a past life that forced him to admit to himself that he was bisexual. There’s a war going on, and being Liegeman to Aran, the Elven King of Avalon puts Danny squarely in the middle of the politics of two worlds, Earth and Avalon. Adding a romantic relationship to the mix could be explosive.

His lover from that previous life has been reborn as Mordellir, the ruler of the Tengri Empire. The Dragon of Heaven is the most powerful person in his world. Will he want Danny back once he knows he’s been reborn? If he does, how far will he go to get his way?

Danny knows it isn’t smart to get involved with the Dragon of Heaven. Aran hates the Tengri. Following his heart and renewing that old relationship with Mordellir will leave him torn between his commitment to Aran and those old feelings which are still frighteningly strong. If he yields to tempation, can he balance his love for both men?

Email: Kathryn.scannell <at> gmail.com

Website: http://www.kathrynscannell.com

Blog: http://kathryn-scannell.dreamwidth.org

In this excerpt from Embracing the Dragon, Danny O’Riordan is attempting to come to terms with the possibility that he may be interested in men as well as women. He’s approached his good friend and liege lord, Aran, to help him explore the issue.  Danny is an empath, which adds an extra level of interaction to the scene.

“Well, then, let’s focus on more immediate issues,” Aran grinned. “I have a handsome young human here, waiting to be introduced to the wonders of ancient Elven sex secrets. That’s much more fun.”

“Ancient Elven sex secrets?” Danny choked on his drink. “Where did you get that line?”

“Gareth assures me it works quite well on the ladies,” Aran replied cheerfully. “Well, if you’re not going to buy it, we’ll just have to settle for doing things the ordinary way.” Aran leaned forward and brushed his lips with a kiss, so quickly that Danny hardly registered it before it was done.

“You’ve never had a chance to explore a man’s body, have you?” Aran asked gently.

Danny shook his head. His feelings were very mixed. He was enjoying Aran’s nearness, but his fear of what he might discover held him still.

“Let’s start with that. I have too many clothes on for you to do it properly. I could use some help with that.” Aran prodded him gently. “If you want this to happen you have to take a little of the initiative. I want it, but you have to contribute, too.”

“All right,” Danny said a little shakily. He reached out and began unbuttoning Aran’s tunic. Some of the old memories surfaced again. He’d done this with Demeth, and he’d enjoyed it. Danny paused in his unbuttoning to slide a hand inside the half open tunic and stroke the bare chest beneath, passing gently over the sensitive nipples. He felt Aran’s pleasure in it, and smiled. “You’re right. I do need to take some initiative.” He finished unbuttoning the silk tunic and let it slide off. He ran his hands over Aran’s bare chest and shoulders, giving Aran little shivers of delight.

As he did, he let himself look at Aran from this new perspective. Aran was lightly built, but his muscles were clearly defined, the product of years of practical exercise riding, fencing, and shooting a bow. Danny’s hands, tanned by wind and sun, and callused from knife and sword hilts, were dark by comparison as he ran them over Aran’s chest. Aran’s skin felt like silk. Like most Elves he had little body hair. They rarely even grew beards or moustaches until they were well past adulthood. Aran had no hint of one yet. He looked young, not a teenager any longer, but not far past it. Danny knew better though. Elves lived a long time, and grew up slowly. Aran was more than 1500 years old. Still he looked and often acted eighteen, and it was easy to forget how much older he was, until he referred casually to having seen some event that Danny knew only from history books.

Aran reached out and slid the dressing gown off Danny’s shoulders. Danny slid his arms out of the sleeves, then turned his attention back to his own explorations. After a few minutes, Aran drew him into an embrace. Danny stroked Aran’s back, hands moving slowly down toward the waist of his pants. Aran looked down to gaze into Danny’s eyes, and Danny felt Aran’s desire. His own stirred in response. Aran leaned down to begin a kiss. It might have been meant to be another quick brush, but this time Danny was ready, and responded. It grew deeper, and Danny slid his tongue into Aran’s mouth, exploring it. Aran’s own tongue met his, and they moved together in a sort of dance. Danny’s cock swelled, as he felt Aran’s interest rising. They were lost in each other for long moments, until Danny finally broke off to breathe.

The dressing gown had fallen entirely unheeded onto the couch, leaving Danny naked. He let his hands continue traveling down Aran, exploring. After a moment he found the waist of Aran’s pants, and unbuttoned them. Aran rose gracefully from the couch to let the pants slip off, kicking off his soft indoor shoes as he did so. Danny slid to his knees in front of Aran, continuing to explore Aran’s body with his hands. Aran moaned softly in pleasure as Danny ran his hands down Aran’s bare ass, then forward to converge on his erect cock. Danny stared at it in fascination. He’d never really looked at one before. He knew his own well, but that was from the inside, or by touch. He stroked it, feeling it quiver in response. Gently he slid the foreskin back, watching the shaft swell as he touched it. He wasn’t really thinking about what he was doing anymore. Aran’s pleasure and arousal wrapped around him like a fog, and his own rose to match it.

As it did, Aran grasped his shoulder to steady himself, and moaned again. Then his back arched as he came, releasing a jet of semen which Danny barely dodged. He collapsed back onto the couch, panting.

“Oh, Danny. I wasn’t expecting that yet,” Aran grinned broadly. “Come back up here with me. I want to enjoy you, too.”

Danny joined him on the couch. Now that the moment had passed he felt awkward again. Had the interest and pleasure Aran was broadcasting carried him along, or did he have instincts that he’d never let himself see? He still wasn’t sure.