Friday, May 30, 2014

Cover Reveal: The Secret-Keeper's Choice

I received the cover for The Secret-Keeper's Choice (due out on July 2nd). I couldn't be any more excited. Take a look!
Immortal Daria Vacanti guards secrets dating back to the beginning of vampire history but remembers nothing of her own past. On top of that, Daria is torn between Joshua and Holden Parker, the vampires she loves but can't have. When she leaves town to escape an impossible choice, she meets a witch who promises to restore her memories. It’s just the distraction she needs to get over the Parker brothers, but is the price for the witch’s help too great? Joshua and Holden have tried to forget Daria, but when the clan elders sentence her to serve under them, the brothers discover that love dies hard. With the trio forced to live under the same roof, sparks fly, tempers flare, and desire threatens to consume them all. Can Daria choose between the brothers this time around? Will her quest for insight into her past destroy everything she holds dear?

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

In the Spotlight: Author Andrew Jericho

About Andrew Jericho

Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he  is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of  his books that explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.
Andrew’s  writing proves that love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.
Andrew is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. When not writing expect to find him enjoying spending time with family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries.

All of Andrew’s work can be found at: Andrew Jericho.

Andrew Jericho's Latest Release:

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, transgender hero, HEA]

Transman, Reed Collins and his partner, Levon Kruger, an openly gay drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, have been in a committed relationship for eight months. The couple is continuing to explore the love and passion that began in an online chat program a year ago. Recently, they further defined that commitment as a marriage.

While on their honeymoon, Avery Gaines walks into their lives in what he calls, “a chance meeting.” The couple is immediately attracted to the tall, dark-haired stranger, with deep green eyes. Reed is the first to admit his love for Avery, but Levon holds his emotions in check. Avery wants the trio to share love and a commitment, not readily understanding Levon’s reservations.

The romantic triangle goes through a period of conflict and turmoil, until Levon finally reveals a promise that he made to Reed, and how loving Avery would call into question the very foundation of the marriage he shares with his partner.

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Story Excerpt

Watching as Levon moved towards the front desk, Reed’s eyes became fixated on a sketch that stood alone in the corner. Unlike all of the other framed drawings, this one rested on a golden easel. Breathtaking. Smiling at his thought, Reed moved closer to the image of what looked like three pairs of hands intimately twined. There weren’t any faces, just arms that seemed to appear from the edges of the paper. Reed felt himself flush, when he realized that the three pairs of hands were masculine. Amazing detail. Such tenderness. Moving his hand towards the glass of the frame, Reed ran his fingers across the image.

“That sketch is one of my favorites. However, it’s not for sale.”

Hearing a smooth mellow voice next to his ear, Reed turned to stare into deep green eyes. Mesmerizing. Feeling himself blush again, he quickly looked back at the drawing, trying to rid his mind of the thought. Hating the fire he felt in his cheeks, Reed knew this time it wasn’t from the entwined hands.

The man standing behind him was at least as tall as Levon, maybe an inch or so taller. He had straight, dark brown hair, cut in a shag, which fell almost to his shoulders. A few bangs hung on his forehead, stopping right at the top of his eyebrows. The haircut perfectly framed the angles of his face. To add to the effect, he was wearing a pair of black slacks with a forest-green dress shirt. The combination only further highlighted those mesmerizing eyes. Feeling a twinge of guilt for the romantic attraction he felt, Reed was thankful when Levon returned from the front desk, draping an arm around his waist.

“Is this man bothering you?” Levon asked, as Reed felt him hook a few fingers through the belt loops of his pants.

Before Reed had a chance to reply, the stranger spoke, looking at Levon, “I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself to your partner.”

“Husband,” Levon quickly spoke. “I’m assuming that you are Avery Gaines?”

Reed watched Levon decline the hand that was offered to him. Instead, Avery crossed his arms across his chest.

“Mr. Gaines, are you aware of who I am?” Levon asked, tightening his grip around Reed’s body.

“Yes, you’re Levon Kruger, drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, and this is your husband, Reed Collins. I have fairly eclectic tastes in the arts, and one of those is rock music. Besides, both of your faces have been plastered on a few tabloids in the last week or so with rumors that you have quit Hardcore.”

“Then you know that I’m a transman?” Reed cut in.

“I know you’re a very handsome gay male, if that’s what you mean?” Avery responded, as Reed caught his gaze once more. “Levon, you are quite lucky.”

“Quit flirting with my husband!” Levon spoke sharply.

“I know Reed belongs to you, and likewise. I see the love that you both share, and I’m not trying to come between that, nor would I ever. I was not flirting, merely stating a fact. Levon, if you weren’t so worried about establishing your relationship to your husband with me, then you would have noticed my eyes subtly expressing that fact about you as well.”

“Okay, stop it!” Reed cut in. “What’s wrong with you, Levon, and frankly you too, Avery? I’m assuming that I can call you that, Mr. Gaines, after this episode. My husband and I came here to thank you for buying our meal this morning, and to find out the reason.”

“To be quite honest, I am surprised that both of you are here. Whose idea was that?” Avery asked.

Reed stood quietly, watching as the artist looked directly at Levon’s face.

“The idea was mine,” Levon replied, staring at Reed instead.

“I see.”

“I like to be careful when it comes to who I have contact with, particularly now, since I am responsible for more than just myself.”

“I haven’t been completely truthful. While I didn’t know whether or not I would see the two of you again, I was hoping that I would. That’s why I left my card with the waitress. I bought your meal because it’s not every day that someone sees two men so openly in love, and outwardly expressing those same feelings. I think your husband has already figured out that I am gay, based on his interpretation of my sketch.”

“I didn’t make any type of interpretation.”

“Yes you did,” Avery replied. “I saw the expression in your eyes, and your fingertips tracing the image beneath the glass.”

“I told you to quite flirting with Reed! That’s the last time I will tell you! The next time my fist will make the point!”

“I don’t believe you really want to do that. My day job as a forensic and police sketch artist requires me to be acutely aware of the human body. As part of my training, I studied facial expressions, mannerisms, in additional to the anatomy and physiology of the human body. The body language from you speaks otherwise.”

“Oh really!” Levon said sarcastically, moving within an inch of Avery’s face.

Stepping between the pair, Reed realized that both men were oblivious to his presence, as he watched his husband’s gaze lock with Avery’s eyes.

“The other reason I paid for your breakfast was because I felt an instant attraction to both of you, not just Reed, as you so wrongly perceived. Now, before that statement is misconstrued into something cheap and ugly, I am not in the habit of paying for other men’s breakfast in the hopes of returning them to my studio for a quick seduction! In fact this is the first time I have done anything like this.”

Adult Excerpt

 “Keep kissing him, sexy,” Avery spoke.

Avery finally released his legs from his forearms, wrapping them instead around his waist.

“I love you, too, Avery,” Reed finally replied.

“Sweetness, I love you…damn, how I love you.” Avery groaned. “I’m all the way inside you, sweetheart.”

Reed released Levon’s mouth. For just a moment, he lost himself in the touch of the man with the mesmerizing green eyes. His hands tangled in Avery’s hair as their lips moved in sweet passion against each other’s mouth. Next Reed’s hands began to explore the artists’ back, moving quickly to his buttocks. He was matching each of Avery’s gentle trusts with rocking movements of his own.

“Don’t make me come inside you, Reed,” Avery said. “I’ve still got to bond with Levon.”

Reed protested when Avery withdrew his dick. The artist now had his husband beneath his body, as Reed saw the passion unfolding between the pair.

“Hi,” Avery whispered sensually against Levon’s lips.

“Hi yourself, Gaines,” Levon replied.

Reed was so close to release. His groin ached and he felt his cock throbbing. Seeing Avery and Levon’s passionate kissing only fueled his fire.

“Suck your husband, Reed,” Avery said.

At Avery’s command, Reed’s mouth went flush with Levon’s body, as he took his husband’s entire length into his mouth.

“Reed, dammit! That’s how to suck a dick!”

“I love you, sexy, so much,” Avery murmured against Levon’s lips.

“Honey, I love you, too,” Levon replied.

Hearing their whispered words of love flooded Reed’s heart with a passion unlike any he had ever experienced before. Levon’s cock was filling his mouth full of pre-cum, as he used his tongue to slowly lick the shaft from its base upwards to his husband’s swollen cockhead.

“Do you want me inside you, sexy?” Avery asked.

Reed watched as the artist gently brushed strands of damp hair away from Levon’s face. When Levon nodded, Reed saw the artist reaching for the lube. As Avery gelled two of his fingers, he used his other hand to push Levon’s thighs wide open.

“Gaines, my god!” Levon groaned.

“So tight,” Avery murmured.

Reed had a front row seat to the erotic foreplay that Avery was giving his husband. With each stroke of the artist’s fingers into Levon’s anal opening, Reed watched the skin open and then grip the digits inside him. While Reed continued the blow job, he also slipped two of his own fingers next to Averys’ inside Levon’s body. The sensation caused his husband to moan and buck his body upwards. Just as soon, as his fingers had slipped inside Levon’s body, Reed felt Avery removing them.

“Kiss your husband, Reed. Let him know we love him…that we care about his pleasure, too.”

“Aww, shit, Gaines!”

Reed glanced down to see Avery’s lips moving slowly down his husband’s hard dick. Levon was groaning against his lips. Seeing and hearing his husband’s pleasure had Reed insane with desire.

“His tongue—”

Hearing Levon groan again, instead of finishing his sentence, Reed asked, “His tongue, what?”

“Gaines’s tongue feels so good inside my ass.”

“He’s more than ready now, too,” Avery said.

Lying next to Levon on the bed, Reed spoke softly into his husband’s ear, “I love you, metal man. Let Avery make love to you, too.”

Avery was now topping Levon’s body, pushing the drummer’s legs back.

“I do understand, sexy, why you held your heart from me.”

“I had to be sure, Gaines.”

“Are you sure now, baby boy?”

Reed heard Levon’s sensual moan in reply. Avery’s cock was slowly slipping inside his husband.

“Damn…you feel just as good as Reed!” Avery said.

Avery had secured Levon’s right arm above his head, as his other hand was gently cupping the drummer’s left hip.

“That’s it, sexy. Meet my thrusts. Make love to me, baby boy.”

Reed was kissing Levon’s neck, listening to the pleasurable sounds escaping his partner’s mouth. The sound burned desire through his body, as it made his release all the more urgent. Reed felt restless, almost desperate in a sense, to bond his heart to the commitment that the three of them were creating.

“Reed, get your strap-on,” Avery spoke tenderly. “We’re ready to make love as a ménage of love.”

Reed rolled away from Levon’s body and retrieved his strap-on from the nightstand. Securing the dildo, with a harness, around his waist, he cuddled close to the drummer’s body once more.

“Good boy,” Avery replied, staring sensually into Reed’s eyes. “I’ve thought a great deal about tonight, and how I would be able to join three bodies at the same time. One of us has to be double penetrated. That man is going to be you, Levon. Reed and I will be inside you. Three bodies kissing, caressing, their groins pressed so tight. Three hearts forever bonding.”

“Oh, Avery!” Reed murmured.

“That’s right, sweetness, just the three of us.”

Accepting the tube of slick from Avery’s hands, Reed applied the cool gel to the shaft of his dildo, rubbing the remainder in his palm against Levon’s opening. His eyes had not only seen Avery’s cock stretching Levon’s anal cavity, but now his fingers could feel the penetration. So damn erotic. Reed’s thoughts were quickly cycling from romantic, to sensual, and finally lingering in a world of eroticism, only to repeat the process.

Feeling Avery’s hard dick stretching his husband’s flesh caused Reed to linger a bit longer than he should. However, Avery said nothing, as Reed continued to rub his fingers erotically against the connection. Finding the artist’s sac, Reed caressed the swollen nuts.

“Reed, are you turned on by the fact that I’m inside your husband?”

“Yes, I can’t believe how much.”

“Neither can I,” Levon groaned. “Thrust, Avery, dammit!”

Reed watched as Avery slowly ground his hips against Levon’s pelvis. The drummer’s hands were clutching the artist’s buttocks.

“Babe, I want you inside me, too! We need this commitment with him.”

“Sweetness, you heard our bottom boy…put your dick in his ass.”

Buy Something Beautiful from any of the following book sellers:

E-book:  BookStrandKindle | Nook | Google

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

In the Spotlight: Author Kelsie Belle

About Kelsie Belle

Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few. But the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life in her head every day. She’s been writing down her sweet romances ever since she was a teenager but in her early twenties, Ms. Belle became interested in erotic romance novels and her own stories took a turn for the sensual since then.
Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.
Kelsie Belle's Latest Release:

Running from a past that threatens to haunt her for the rest of her life, Rayne Carrington finds herself in Eden’s Ridge by chance. She promptly makes the tiny, serene town her home and finally finds some semblance of peace. Six months later, she encounters a dangerously alluring stranger, who turns her world upside down with his mere presence. Soon she is caught in a web of temptation that is too overpowering to deny. But how does she handle a man who is hell bent on resisting her at all cost?
Christian Stockwell returned to his hometown of Eden’s Ridge, to find a beautiful stranger living under his roof. He is instantly bewitched by her loveliness but he knows that he cannot allow himself to have her. He struggles to rein in the lust he feels for her but how long will he be able to resist such sweetness? It won’t be long before he must surrender to sweet serendipity.

Story Excerpt
Rinsing off quickly, Rayne reached for her towel as she stepped out of the shower, toweling the moisture from her hair and skin vigorously. She wrapped the large, soft towel around her slender body and went about brushing her teeth. Finally satisfied that she was good and clean, she reached for the handle of the door and swung it open.
Suddenly she was staring down the barrel of a handgun and a hard, cold voice grated, “Don’t move, motherfucker.”
The scream that ripped from Rayne’s lungs was almost deafening, even to her own ears. Terror coursed through her body as she stood rooted to the spot, clutching the towel to her chest, eyes huge like satellites in her stricken face, screaming like a banshee.
“What the fuck? Cut it out! Jesus Christ, you could wake the dead with that thing!”
The sound of the voice coming from behind the gun brought her screaming to an abrupt halt. The stranger lowered his gun and her eyes jerked up to meet his. Another jolt of shock ripped through Rayne at the sight of his face. She was pretty darn sure that she had never seen this man before. She surely would never forget such a beautiful face.
He had jet black hair, cropped moderately short on his head, the top slightly higher and arranged in random spikes. His eyes were a deep blue or rather violet. They were so dark, they appeared almost black. He sported a five o’clock shadow along his strong jawline that enhanced his rugged edge, making him look almost too delectable for words. Her breath caught painfully and she swallowed hard as a totally unexpected yearning swelled in her nether regions. Strangely, she felt no fear now, but her interest was definitely piqued. Who was this beautiful stranger and what the hell was he doing here?
“Okay, who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?” he clipped, and Rayne almost smiled at the irony highlighted by his words—it would seem her stranger could read minds.
“Don’t you think you’re stealing my line?” she asked sassily when she finally found her voice. “Last I checked you broke into my house while I was taking a shower in my bathroom!”
Christian’s eyes narrowed slightly and he cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t break in…I have a key. This. Is. My. House,” he bit out, annoyance radiating from his every pore.
“There must be some mistake then. Because this is my house, I’ve lived here for almost six months now,” Rayne told him, her brows creasing with bewilderment.
Christian tucked the gun in the back of his jeans and folded his arms. Legs braced apart and eyes narrowed, he studied her. “Hold on, you trying to tell me you bought my house? Without me knowing about it? Not possible lady, try again.”
“I didn’t buy it. I have a lease…one year. Well there’s only about half of that left now but I do plan on renewing it when the time comes. I have a contract and everything. Feel free to look at it if you want,” she responded matter-of-factly, folding her arms saucily. “Besides, this can’t be your house. I leased it from the owner, Isabelle Sutherland.”
Rayne was hard-pressed to note the comedy of the situation. She was standing in her bathroom doorway, naked beneath the towel wrapped around her body, her hair dripping rivulets onto the wooden floor and arguing property rights with a complete stranger who had just pulled a gun on her. Downright hilarious. “Aunt Belle!” Christian muttered, more to himself than to her. “Leave it to you to do something like this.” He shook his head in exasperation.
“You know her?” Rayne asked, her brows knitting again.
“Like I said, she’s my Aunt Isabelle. My mother’s younger sister and caretaker of my house,” he responded drily.
“Oh! Oh wow…” Her eyes popped wide, forming saucers in her face, and her mouth forming a huge, dubious O. So that would mean she had leased a house from a woman who was not the actual owner of said house? Yikes!
It took her several seconds to regain her composure enough to reply, “I had no idea. I mean she never said anything about…Oh wow!”
Christian folded his arms across his solid chest and he cocked his head, observing her for a long moment. Rayne tried not to squirm under his intense scrutiny but she could feel beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead despite her best efforts.
Finally he extended his hand, giving her a devastating smile, though it didn’t quite spread to his hard, dark eyes. “Christian Stockwell. That would make you…?”
“Ah, I’m Rayne…I mean, Mackenzie Carrington. But Rayne is fine, I prefer Rayne…” She swallowed hard against the lump suddenly forming in her throat.
Christian’s lips curled in a cocky smile and he gave a slight nod. “Rayne it is then,” he said slowly, the words rolling off his tongue in a low seductive drawl. She took his proffered hand, surprised by how large and strong it was. Long fingers enveloped her much smaller ones, sending an unfamiliar tingle running up her arm. Startled by the sensation, she quickly pulled her hand way.
Adult Excerpt
“Do you want to know how many women I’ve been with, Rayne?” he asked her, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. She whimpered and looked up at him with wary eyes, shaking her head slowly.
“Good…’cause I really couldn’t tell you. And that’s because I have no fucking clue, sweetheart. It would’ve been impossible for me to keep track of them all.” Christian’s words were deliberately harsh and he was grimly satisfied when he noted her discomfited wince in response.
He continued, determined to press home his point. “At the risk of sounding like a total asshole, I’m letting you know that I’ve been with so many women, I can’t possibly remember all their names or their faces. Women of all ages and races. Women from all walks of life.” He watched the play of emotions tarnishing her features as he spoke, satisfied that he was getting under her skin when she twisted uncomfortably in her seat.
“But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside my field of experience, do you understand me?”
He knew the exact moment her hackles rose, felt her stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you think I’m so sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been banging every guy that crosses my path…”
 “But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside my field of experience, do you understand me?”
He knew the exact moment her hackles rose, felt her stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you think I’m so sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been banging every guy that crosses my path…”
Christian pressed a finger to her lips to silence her flow of venom. “Shhh. Just listen to me. I’m giving you an out here…take it. I’ve told you before to stay away from me—that was for your own good. If you take my advice, we can just go on about our business from here, pretending this morning never happened.”
Rayne’s chin jutted up in defiance and she rose from her seat so that her luscious body pressed up against his hard muscled frame, causing his cock to jump with delight. “What if that’s not what I want?” she whispered, licking her lips. “What if I want you to show me what it’s like to not be so sweet and innocent?”
Christian squeezed his eyes shut to block out the tantalizing image of her soft pink tongue wetting those full, perfect lips and groaned. “Don’t. Tempt. Me,” he told her through gritted teeth. “’Cause right now I’m about a heartbeat away from spreading you across this goddamn countertop and fucking you till you can’t see straight!”
Rayne whimpered softly and her eyes turned to liquid fire. In one swift motion she stretched up and pressed her lips to his in a hot openmouthed kiss. Startled, Christian was powerless to resist her. His lips parted involuntarily and his tongue thrust out to engage in a primitive dance with hers. Her delicate hands slid around his waist, pulling his hips closer so that his pulsing, needy cock lodged fully against the jutting mound of her cleft.
Her dress rode up around her hips as they kissed ardently, and the heat from her thinly covered sex almost brought him to his knees. Dragging his lips from hers, he pushed the dress up further so it bunched around her waist before grabbing her small waist and lifting her up unto the countertop. “Innocent my ass, you’re a fucking minx!” He growled almost angrily, planting hot kisses just below her breasts and on her taut stomach. His lips traveled even further down to where he could smell her potent desire for him.
Her fingers jammed in his hair and she gripped his head firmly, writhing with pleasure under his touch. “Oh hell, Christian…God, I need you!”
Her words fueled the fire coursing through his loins and he grabbed both her legs, pushing them up until her knees were fully bent and her feet rested on the counter beside her. Her soaked crotch was now deliciously spread out before him.
“Fuck, you smell fantastic…goddammit! I bet you taste like sin.” He growled, then ripped the seat of her panties aside so he could clasp his mouth over her hot, wet cunt.
“Ahhh…mmm…Oh God!” Rayne’s hands released his head to grip the edge of the counter, balancing herself as Christian devoured her pussy like a hungry beast.
He ran his tongue through the slick folds of her cunt, licking up her leaking juices. He slid his tongue along the slit repeatedly, back and forth, back and forth until she cried out, hips bucking up to meet his mouth. His tongue darted inside her opening, undulating briskly before he turned his attention to her jutting clit. His mouth closed over the nub, sucking hard and Rayne’s hands immediately came up to clutch his shoulders, fingers sinking into his flesh as she ground her hips into his mouth.
“Oh God…Oh God…Oh my God! Yes!” she panted.
She leaned back and spread her hands flat on the counter behind her, opening herself even more to his greedy mouth. Christian reached between her legs to sink two fingers into her sopping cunt and began to lick her clit in swift, steady strokes of his tongue while his expert fingers worked her over.
As the first convulsive clench of her tight pussy walls gripped his fingers, the doorbell rang. He froze for a fraction of a second, before continuing to lick at her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her hole. By the time the bell rang a second time, Rayne’s hips were bucking uncontrollably, her pussy clenching in vicious spasms as she came with the force of a fucking freight train on his face.

Get in touch with Kelsie here:

twitter: @mskelsiebelle

Friday, May 9, 2014

Blurb for The Secret-Keeper's Choice

Happy Friday! I wish you a relaxing weekend with plenty of sexy reasons to stay in bed just a little too long. Here's a blurb from my upcoming release The Secret-Keeper's Choice. This one is a menage!

Secret-keeper Daria Vacanti is torn between Joshua and Holden Parker, the vampires she loves but can't have. Her struggles with amnesia only add to the frustration. When she leaves Stonehill to escape an impossible choice, she meets a witch who promises to help recover her memories. It’s just the distraction she needs to keep her mind off the Parker brothers, but is the price for the witch’s help too great?


Joshua and Holden have tried to get over Daria, but when the clan elders sentence her to serve under them, the brothers discover that love dies hard. With the trio forced to live under the same roof for the duration of her sentence, sparks fly, tempers flare, and desire threatens to consume them all. Daria gets a second chance at her heart’s desire, but can she choose this time around? Will her quest for insight into her past destroy everything she holds dear?