Designs of Desire

Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love. More »

Simple Desires (part of the Grand Adventures Anthology)

Part of the Desires Entwined series – Ideally read between Designs of Desire and Bound by Desire. When James Bryant and Seth Burns head to Kenosha College to meet with Kenneth and Dane about their gay sports program, Hearts Goals, James’s endurance is tested by a hellion driving a golf cart and a crazy bird. Luckily for James, his work is a hit, and Kenneth and Dane inspire more of his unique, erotic art. More »

Bound By Desire

Part of the Desires Entwined series – Ideally read between Designs of Desire and Desires’ Guardian Despite his past abuse, James has come to terms with his relationship with his Dom and lover Seth. Seth treats James with all the trust and love his sub desires. There is only one thing left to do to make it all complete: Seth needs to put a collar on James. More »

Desires\' Guardian

Most people see Chase Manning as the party-boy twink he seems on the surface. Only James, Chase’s BFF, knows the depth of his loyalty and the extent of the wounds Chase carries inside. When Chase meets Rhys Sayer things don’t go well, but he can’t shake his attraction to the huge, sexy man. More »


Guest Book ♥ Project Fierce Chicago

Project Fierce Chicago       
Aeris Alessandra Ebulu Andrea Speed B. Snow Blaine D. Arden C.J. Anthony Caitlin Ricci Dianne Hartsock Jana Denardo Kayla Bain-Vrba Kenzie Cade Layla M. Wier Leta Hutchins Lor Rose Piper Vaughn Rin Sparrow Sophie Bonaste Talya Andor Vicktor Alexander Xara X. Xanakas
Anthology – 165k words
Contemporary, Fantasy, Gay, Genderqueer, Lesbian
Pairings: M/M, F/F, genderqueer
LT3′s Project Fierce Chicago charity anthology includes 20 short stories
Content: Contains no explicit content
Available: July 16, 2014

Nobody deserves to be without a home. In collaboration with several authors, Less Than Three Press offers up an anthology of stories about young people who find that home and family are not always where you expect to find them.

All proceeds from this charity anthology will be donated to Project Fierce Chicago.

Project Fierce Chicago’s mission is to reduce LGBTQ youth homelessness in Chicago by providing affirming, no-cost transitional housing and comprehensive support services to homeless LGBTQ young adults. PFC also aims to encourage community-building and civic engagement through cooperative living and youth leadership development.

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Homelessness and the Project Fierce Charity Anthology

Thank you Tempeste for having me over! I wanted to talk a little bit about homelessness today and the Project Fierce Charity Anthology, in which I’m very happy to say my story SAMMY is part of.

Less Than Three Press has done a few charity works in the past, mostly for relief efforts for natural disasters. It’s something they’ve always wanted to pursue further, but with more emphasis on the LGBTQ community, so when they were asked by one of the participating authors if they’d be willing to back an anthology for Project Fierce, it seemed like the perfect starting point to making a concerted effort in that direction.

Nobody deserves to be without a home. In collaboration with several authors, Less Than Three Press offers up an anthology of stories about young people who find that home and family are not always where you expect to find them.

10501409_10202223192916588_964860767_nAll proceeds from this charity anthology will be donated to Project Fierce Chicago.

Project Fierce Chicago’s mission is to reduce LGBTQ youth homelessness in Chicago by providing affirming, no-cost transitional housing and comprehensive support services to homeless LGBTQ young adults. PFC also aims to encourage community-building and civic engagement through cooperative living and youth leadership development.

LT3′s Project Fierce Chicago charity anthology includes 20 short stories from Aeris, Vicktor Alexander, Talya Andor, C.J. Anthony, Blaine D. Arden, Kayla Bain-Vrba, Sophie Bonaste, Kenzie Cade, Jana Denardo, Alessandra Ebulu, Dianne Hartsock, Leta Hutchins, Caitlin Ricci, Lor Rose, B. Snow, Rin Sparrow, Andrea Speed, Piper Vaughn, Layla M. Wier, and Xara X. Xanakas

10490209_10202223193356599_126928322_nPairings: M/M, F/F, genderqueer

Content: Contains no explicit content.

Release: July 16th, 2014

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Homelessness has devastating effects on children. Children that lack stable housing experience chronic stress and trauma from frequent moves, inconsistent relationships, and from witnessing domestic violence. The stress and trauma is physically, emotionally and cognitively damaging to them.

According to The National Center on Family Homelessness’ 2010 America’s Youngest Outcast Report, children experiencing homelessness:

  • 97% move up to three times within one year
  • Have experienced  abuse and neglect along with the stresses associated with the loss of their home, safety and sense of security
  • Go hungry at twice the rate of other children
  • Have three times the rate of emotional and behavioral problems, such as anxiety, depression, sleep problems and aggression
  • 40% attend two different schools in a year and 28% attend three or more different schools
  • Have four times more likely to have delayed development and twice as likely to have learning disabilities
  • Are 16% less proficient at reading and math than their peers
  • One-third repeat a grade
  • Have little or no positive interaction with adults


Chicago Public Schools identified 2,512 unaccompanied youth attending their schools in 2012-13, teens who were homeless and living without parent or guardian. There are only 360 youth beds in Chicago.

Homeless youth face daily challenges while living on their own. They need to secure food and shelter, find a job or return to school. The choices many make in order to survive are often not good for them and can affect their adult life.

Consequences of youth experiencing homelessness:

  • 32% have attempted suicide
  • Victims of rape and assault at 2 to 3 times higher the rate than their stably housed peers
  • More than one-third of homeless youth engage in survival sex (when sex is exchanged for money, shelter, food or other basic needs)
  • Only one in four graduate from high school
  • Greater risk of suffering from chronic health disorders like asthma and diabetes
  • More likely to suffer from anxiety disorders, depression and post-traumatic stress disorder

Project Fierce Chicago is a grassroots group of youth advocates and community members working to create housing for homeless LGBTQ youth in Chicago.

Everyone deserves a safe and stable home!

Sammy: My story in the Project Fierce Anthology

At fifteen, Sam inadvertently comes out to his parents, but instead of the support he hopes for, they send him to live with his uncle. Unfortunately, the man is even less tolerant of his uniqueness. Rather than change to please his family, feeling unwanted and misunderstood, he runs away to find a better life.

But the crowded city isn’t kind to a young man with no home and no prospects of work. When this story opens, Sam has been on the streets for several years when one of his ‘regulars’ begins to take more than a business interest in him. For the first time Sammy dreams of more than a bleak lonely future, but does he dare hope that someone like him could find their happily ever after?


John tossed his apron in the hamper then slipped out the back of the shelter into the dark alley and hurried around to the brightly lit street in front. Couples were enjoying the last of the day’s warmth on the waterfront and he envied them as he headed toward his apartment complex. His pulse sped up as he neared the Morrison Bridge. Though it was after nine, traffic was still heavy on the bridge and also along Naito Parkway.

Passing under the bridge, he glanced down the bike path running alongside it, searching  for Sammy. His heart leaped to his throat on seeing the familiar figure huddled on the grass, arms wrapped around his knees, looking alone and dejected. John ached to go to him, but would Sam want to talk to him? They weren’t really friends. John paid for his company.

A soft sob floated on the night air and plunged straight into John’s heart. He hurried over to Sam, then stood biting his lips, not sure what to say.

“What do you want?” Sammy’s voice sounded tired, rough with tears.

“Do you need help? Can I do anything?”

Sam raised his head, blue eyes shimmering at him through wet lashes. Recognition sparked in the beautiful depths, then they widened. “You.” Sam struggled to his feet, hugging his bare arms across his chest against the chill creeping up from the river. “Sorry, I have to cancel on you. I’m closed for the night. Try again tomorrow.”

He brushed past John and started down the bike path. John’s heart thumped painfully. “Sam?”

The young man stopped and swiveled abruptly. The lamplight caught his expression, a hint of fear, anger; the light clearly showing a cut lip and the dark swelling of a bruise on his ivory cheek. John clamped his lips shut on a murmur of pity, noting he held his left arm as if it hurt.

Helplessness swept through John. “Let me help you. I can make you a cup of coffee at least. And dinner, if you’re interested. I make great spaghetti.”

Doubt crossed Sam’s pretty face and the end of his pink tongue nudged the cut on his lip, twisting John’s heart. Impulsively, he touched Sam’s arm. “Did someone hurt you?”

Sam stared at his hand, not answering. John was grateful he didn’t yank his arm away. Finally Sam nodded.

Anger flashed through John, but he didn’t want to scare Sam off with questions. “Come home with me,” he urged softly. “I won’t ask anything of you. I want to help and… I could use the company tonight.”

Blue eyes glanced upwards, vulnerable. But then Sam blinked and mischief curled his lips. John winced at his false bravado. “Whatever you say, hon.” Sam hooked their arms and started along the wide path following the riverfront. After only a few steps in the chill evening air, John shrugged out of his coat and put it around Sam’s shoulders. Sam looked amused but pulled the coat tighter around his thin cotton shirt. “Thanks.”

John’s heart pattered. He liked Sam’s arm linked with his. A few people gave them curious glances, but for the most part, they were ignored. He wished the circumstances were better, that maybe Sam was his boyfriend and they were walking home from the movies. They reached his street and his pulse quickened when he led Sam to his apartment.


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Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.

As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is unobtainable—including James—if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.

James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t survive?

Chasing Sunrise by Lex Chase

100% of the presale royalties of this book will go to Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center’s Domestic Violence Service.

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Genre: Vampires, Werewolves/Shapeshifters, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Fantasy
Series: The Darkmore Saga: Book One
Length: Novel
Published: July 25, 2014
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
ISBN: 978-1-62798-776-9
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Chasing Sunrise
The Darkmore Saga: Book One

On the Coastal Bend of Texas, a hidden kingdom called Darkmore lies in ruins, and King Sevon Maraté is trapped. Using Sevon as a mouthpiece and a scapegoat, Lord Dominic rules from the shadows. Born of royal verkolai blood and as beautiful as he is lethal, Sevon possesses the ability to part the Veil separating his world from hundreds of others. His gift is his chance to escape, but Dominic refuses to relinquish his tool for power. Dominic forges an ambitious plan to invade the prosperous land of Priagust. Only a select few know the mythic kingdom of shifters exists. Sevon is out of options for his people’s survival, and cooperating with Dominic is his only chance.

On their foray into Priagust, Dominic’s men kidnap and interrogate a shifter named Jack. Even under torture, Jack’s loyalty to his kind never wavers. But as Jack’s knowledge about Darkmore’s king and its history unsettles Sevon, a curious bond begins to form. Despite Sevon’s mistrust, Jack is determined to tame Sevon’s wild heart and perhaps earn his freedom. As invasion looms, Sevon wonders if trusting Jack will lead him into another trap or if he should forget about chasing the sunrise and remain Dominic’s compliant prisoner.

Chasing Sunrise Excerpt

The chill of the metal bucket had long since numbed Sevon’s hands. He took another breath. He had to do this. He had no choice but to go through with it. He bit his lip and mentally repeated Jack was the enemy, Jack was just like any other man. Jack was a man who preyed upon men like him. Jack intended to kill him.

Jack was the enemy.

Jack was the enemy.

Jack was the enemy.

Sevon upended the bucket of ice water over Jack’s sleeping head.

Jack coughed and sputtered, consciousness returned to him in a hard-hitting rush. His shackles rattled and creaked. Sevon waited patiently as Jack fought the unrelenting wave of temperature shock. Jack turned his soggy head upward and looked at him. Sevon fought to keep his expression cold as Jack chuckled in a shuddering laugh. He croaked hoarsely, “Well, if it isn’t the little meadowlark….”

Sevon considered his set of tools on the small wooden table. They were well maintained in comparison to Dominic’s set. Dominic had them made just for Sevon’s boyish hands and gave them the royal touch with studs of diamonds, sapphires, and inlaid with filigree.

It’s just a game, Sevon reminded himself. The object of the game was for him to appear more intimidating than Jack. The intimidation part commonly worked. Sevon had never had to draw blood in exchange for the truth before. Dominic made it look easy. Easy but horrific. This time, it was different. This time, the creature had tried to kill him, and when he searched his mind, Sevon found only a foggy void where the incident would be—and a sense of desire.

The idea sickened him.

Sevon had to make himself the bigger monster. He had to be ready for what came next. He couldn’t make his heart stop racing. Sevon’s fingers glided over his instruments, trying to decide what to try first. The pliers? Maybe not. The razors and salt? Too soon for that. The flask of mercury? Oh, come now, he’s no good to the kingdom dead! Possibly the skewers are the best choice. Yes.

Sevon delicately rolled a metal skewer between his fingertips. “We’re going to have a little chat. The more you cooperate, the more you get into my good graces,” he purred.

Jack laughed against the rawness in his throat. “Your lover’s poor excuse for sadists already had a round on me. I think I made one of them cry…. I’d have to apologize about the nose of the other.”

Sevon regarded his prisoner coolly and gathered three skewers. “Broke his nose, did you?” he asked, as if they were discussing the weather. If he could keep his thoughts disassociated from what was unfolding, Sevon would get through this momentary unpleasantness.

Jack spat out a lock of greasy hair and grinned. He looked up at Sevon, the blackened blood of an aisa caked around his mouth. “More like bit it off,” he said, adding his observation, “You creatures taste like fermented clay. Thanks for the water. I needed a drink.”

Sevon maintained his aloof air, but his stomach lurched at the state of Jack’s appearance. Old bruises had faded and were overlaid with new ones that, despite the size of the marks, didn’t appear terribly severe. Old blood, sweat, and grime painted trailing fingers down his wiry body. They had done away with his clothing as well as his dignity in the dungeon. While bound in chains, he had no place to relive himself save where he stood. They had treated him like a beast. A mongrel that only deserved beatings.

Sevon knew that sensation all too well. He knew this cell intimately. Dominic was taunting him by putting Jack in the very cell where Sevon was sent to be taught obedience. Sevon blinked away his concern, despite the bile rising in his throat. He forced himself not to pay attention to the smell of filth.

Sevon considered where to apply the skewers first. The toenails seemed like a good idea. After all, Dominic had done it to him months ago as part of his training regimen. Dominic had wanted to teach him a better appreciation of the prisoner’s pain. As Sevon observed Jack’s roughly callused foot and thick toenails, his own toes flexed in his boot at the hazy memory of agony. Sevon wasn’t sure about shifter physiology; maybe it would get a reaction, maybe it wouldn’t. Losing a toenail was bound to ruin anyone’s year.

“What happened in Priagust, Jack?” Sevon asked the foot.

Jack feebly tried to jerk his foot out of Sevon’s reach. “By Diana, do we really have to be like this?” Jack whined as Sevon tapped the skewer into position.


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LXC_FlamesAbout the Author:

Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” She knew then she wanted to make the world a little more interesting.

Weaving tales of cinematic, sweeping adventure, epic love—and depending on how she feels that day—Lex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes if you’re going to going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love.

Lex is a pop culture diva and her DVR is constantly backlogged. She wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind. She is incredibly sentimental, to the point that she gets choked up at holiday commercials. But like the lovers driven to extreme measures to get home for the holidays, Lex believes everyone deserves a happy ending.

Lex also has a knack for sarcasm, never takes herself seriously, and has been nicknamed “The Next Alan Moore” by her friends for all the pain and suffering she inflicts on her characters. She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine residing in the ’burbs of Northwest Florida where it could be 80F and she’d be a popsicle.

She is grateful and humbled for all the readers. She knows very well she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and welcomes feedback.

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Splinters by Thorny Sterling is LIVE

“I’m wearing soft, old jeans and a greenish-blue T-shirt, neither of which fit—but they’re Dukes, and they smell like they were dried with nothing but sunshine.”

It all started with a blog, a lunch receipt, and the hope of true love.

In 2010, with the encouragement of his blog followers, Thorny Sterling wrote his email address on the back of a receipt and gave it to a returning customer who’d caught his eye. One email and a four-hour phone call later, their fates were sealed. Thorny and his husband Jazz have been together ever since.

On his blog, Thorny writes about daily life as a twenty-something gay genderfluid who attends college in Ohio. In his free time, Thorny paints both digitally and in acrylics and writes gay (M/M) romantic fiction. In the summer of 2014, Thorny published his first novel while also taking steps to sell his artwork online. He often donates a portion of his profits from art sales to various LGBT equality and military support charities.

Someday soon, Thorny hopes to become a teacher and legally marry his husband.

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by Thorny Sterling

M/M Erotic Contemporary Western Romance

Waking up in a strange place isn’t a first for model and actor Allan Seville, but discovering himself alone and bound to a rough plank in the middle of an open Texas range certainly is. With no memory of who did this to him or why, panic sets in, until rescue comes riding up on a big, brown horse.

There’s more to Duke Walters than a handsome face and sexy drawl. In the arms of this rugged cowboy, Al discovers a peace and safety he never knew he needed, and now doesn’t want to be without.

But someone wants Al out of the way and drugging him during a movie junket in Houston is only the beginning. A world of differences may separate this cowboy and diva, but when danger strikes again, Duke might be the only one who can get them out alive.

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Sexy Snippet and the #BDSMhop

In honor of the final day of the BDSM Blog Hop, Grace posted a sexy snippet from her Golden Collar series… so I’ve decided to give you all a taste from my newly submitted Caged Sanctuary. Winking smile

Deacon bent forward again, pressing a single soft kiss to Kade’s forehead. “Follow,” he instructed.

Kade did as he was told, unlocking his wheels before following along behind his Dom, both excited and nervous to see the room ahead. He kept telling himself that Deacon wouldn’t invite him here if he wasn’t serious about them trying, but the memories of rejection for being useless and broken still managed to intrude at times. Pushing aside those thoughts, he hurried, coasting into the room, stopping just a short ways behind Deacon. He let his gaze wander, taking in the elegant bed covered in soft silver sheets, various devices and toys, even a—he cocked his head to the side—bean bag chair? Odd thing to find in an adult playroom, but he figured Deacon had a reason for it to be there.

He watched Deacon move, bending to take his shoes and socks off, but leaving the rest of his clothes in place. “When in this room, I expect you naked and ready for me. I will give you time later to explore everything here as I will, at times, also give you instructions on items to gather, use, or prepare before play. I expect you to obey at all times. If you have cause not to, then you must tell me immediately. That will include the why, boy. Do you understand.”

The command and the way Deacon’s voice dropped and hardened from the moment they entered the room had his cock harder than he could ever remember it being. Kade loved a man that knew what he wanted and damn well expected his sub to obey. He nodded and replied, “Yes, Sir.” He paused and he thought about the instructions given. “Should I strip now or… is this simply instructional time for the future?”

“Mmm, I have every intention of playing with you, boy, so yes, remove your clothes. There is a small stand to your right. That is where you are to place your clothes, folded neatly.” As soon as Deacon stopped speaking, he turned his back to Kade and stalked across the room. At the tall dresser against one of the walls, he stopped and pulled open the top drawer.

Not wanting to disappoint, and appreciating the small amount of privacy, Kade quickly shimmied out of his clothes, folding each piece carefully before setting the pieces on the small table. Once completely nude and resettled in his chair, he maneuvered into the room more, stopping at the approximate center. He then leaned forward slightly, folding his arms behind his back and clasping them, in as close an approximation of the presentation position as he could given his lack of balance and kneeling. He then lowered his gaze, choosing a spot a little ways in front of him to focus, and waited.

After a few minutes, Kade watched Deacon’s feet and legs come into view. The man circled him slowly. Kade’s breath sped as he waited, nearly coming apart when he finally felt the first touch of Deacon’s fingers across his shoulder. The light touch shifted to slide down his spine, touching but not stopping on a few of the thin scars that peppered his skin. Some were from the attack, others from heavy use of the cane when he was younger. The latter ones he was proud of and hoped to have more of soon.

© 2014 Tempeste O’Rilely

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Guest Book ♥ No Sacrifice by Grace R. Duncan

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by Grace R. Duncan

M/M Erotic Contemporary Romance
Dreamspinner Press
Release Date:
June 23, 2014 (ebook/print)
Length: Novel / 400 pages

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Patrick has taken his acting talents from high school all the way to a role in a major television show. But as the show progresses, his life of absolute certainties crumbles when he finds himself reacting to the kisses of his male costar. He refuses to accept it, reminding himself he’s married and a father—and thus, straight.

One night he goes to drink his worries away, meets Chance Dillon, and can’t take his eyes off the man. After having a little too much alcohol, he spills his problem to Chance, who helps him realize there’s something other than gay and straight. Patrick’s new understanding of his bisexual identity helps him sleep better—until the next day, when he discovers Chance is a sound technician on the same set.

As their friendship grows and Patrick’s marriage ends, he recognizes a possibility for much more with Chance. But Patrick isn’t ready to be out the way Chance has been for so long, and when the matter is taken out of Patrick’s hands, he pushes Chance away to spare him the mess Patrick’s life has become. By the time he realizes his mistake, it may be too late.

“WELL, THANKS for dinner,” Chance said when they stood outside Pablo’s.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for the ride. I’ve got to just break down and start driving myself, but… I hate LA traffic.” Patrick shook his head.

Chance chuckled. “I don’t blame you. You ought to see Atlanta traffic. I swear there are spots that are even worse.”

Patrick stared. “Tell me you’re kidding me.”Chance shook his head. “No, seriously.”

“Wow. Well, uh, yeah, glad I don’t live there.” He paused and considered Chance for a long moment, who didn’t seem to be in any bigger rush to leave than he was. “So, uh….” He felt like squirming. This is ridiculous.

“Do you… want a ride home?” Chance asked when Patrick didn’t say anything more.

“Naw, I can walk. It’s not far,” Patrick replied and took a deep breath. “’Sides, I was thinking about going to see what was in the theater. Do… uh… do you want to go with me?”

Chance frowned. “I can’t.”

Patrick swallowed, annoyed with himself at just how keen the disappointment was. It’s not like he was asking Chance out on a date… right? “That’s… cool. Okay, well, uh….” He looked away, wishing he hadn’t asked.

“I’m sorry,” Chance said. “I have a gig tonight. Most Wednesdays, actually, if we finish on set early enough. But tonight’s kind of important or I’d call and cancel.”

“Oh!” Patrick blinked. “Oh, well, uh, that’s cool.”

“Would… you like to go with me? It’s just a quiet place tonight, not all that exciting or anything, but….”

Patrick suddenly felt about a million times better. He reminded himself he was being absurd. He hadn’t asked Chance on a date. They were friends—only friends—it shouldn’t matter. “Yeah, I’d like that, actually.”

Chance’s smile was huge, and Patrick had to work hard not to stare. His attraction to Chance hadn’t faded in the time since that first night at the bar, though Patrick did his damnedest to keep it buried. He valued his friendship with Chance, and on top of that, he’d heard his friend protest enough when Marcy pushed them to date. He didn’t have to hear more to understand Chance wasn’t interested in him like that, so attraction would only make things awkward.

“Great! Uh… I have to go by my place to get my guitar. I don’t like to leave it in the hot car.”

“I wouldn’t either. Um.” Patrick paused to glance down at himself. He was still in the plain T-shirt and jeans he’d been wearing after changing out of costume. “I should probably go home and change.”

“You look gr… uh, fine,” Chance said, and Patrick looked up, raising his eyebrows. “That’s all I wear. And, uh, in fact, it might be best if you don’t dress up any more. Um… I guess I should tell you that the club is a gay club.” Chance bit his lip.

Patrick shrugged. “I don’t care, but… that makes sense, then,” he said and chuckled. “Well….” Patrick held his hand toward Chance’s car. He waited until Chance passed and caught a glimpse of the man’s ass. Which was really nice. Stop it! Friend, remember? He continued to scold himself as he got in the car.

He was a little surprised when they were at Chance’s place only a minute or so later. He shouldn’t have been—Chance hadn’t driven the night they’d had dinner at Pablo’s the first time, so the man couldn’t live too far. He found himself quite glad they lived so near to each other.

Chance’s apartment was even smaller than Patrick’s place. It was, essentially, one room—though it was big enough to be sectioned off. One corner held the bed—rumpled, at the moment—with a side table and a chest of drawers. Opposite the bed, a wide closet stretched along the wall to the bathroom doorway. A tiny table took up the corner opposite the bed and sat next to the galley kitchen. In the third corner, a two-seater sofa sat in front of a wall-mounted TV, which had a bench underneath that held a PlayStation 3 and a messy stack of games and DVDs.

The lion’s share of the room, however, was taken up by Chance’s audio equipment. Large speakers flanked a component sound system beyond anything Patrick had ever dreamed of owning. A rack of audio CDs ranging from Adam Lambert to ZZ Top and almost everything in between hung on the wall above. Next to the system stood a digital piano with handwritten music on the stand and beyond it a small desk with an open laptop, currently off.

“Sorry, it’s… a disaster,” Chance muttered, red-cheeked, as he snatched up clothes that had been tossed willy-nilly on the floor.

Before Patrick could say anything—like assuring Chance his own apartment was much worse—Chance was fussing with the bedclothes, and Patrick’s eye was caught by the poster on the wall above it—and the not-quite-life-sized version of himself staring back. Next to him stood Sebastian, with Angelo and Rhys, farther along and, of course, the show’s logo below them.

He tore his eyes away from the poster to see Chance staring at him, still holding a bundle of clothes. “Uh… nice poster. I didn’t know they had those.” When Chance didn’t reply, he added, “And don’t worry about the apartment… mine’s worse—much worse.” He wondered at the look on Chance’s face, the slight blush on his friend’s cheeks. The blue eyes darted from him to the bed and back again, and that’s when Patrick saw it: a stuffed dragon that took up a chunk of the corner. When that registered, he spotted the smaller versions on Chance’s chest of drawers and then the others around the room in spots here and there—on the stereo rack, the TV bench, and so on.

It took Patrick about three seconds to figure out what was going on. “The stuffed one is cool. Is that supposed to be Smaug?”

The relief in Chance’s eyes would have been obvious to a blind man. “Uhm… yes… uh, actually.” He paused to blink at Patrick. “Aren’t you going to make some sort of comment about… toys… or something?”

Patrick shook his head. “Your older brother?” he asked.

Chance nodded. “And Vannah.” He looked down at the bundle of clothes in his hands as if just remembering they were there, then threw them into a basket before crossing the room again. “They loved to tease me about being too old to play with toys and stuff. Vannah eventually stopped, but Gareth never did. Then again, Gareth’s an asshole on a good day.” He shook his head and picked up the acoustic guitar Patrick hadn’t noticed earlier from its stand next to the piano. Behind it sat another stand that held an electric version.

“My brothers and sisters used to make fun of me for acting out parts and stuff. I quit doing it for a while. Until Noa came along—that’s my youngest sister. She used to like to dress up and play, and I got away with it with her.” Patrick sighed. “Siblings can be so mean.”

“Yeah, no kidding…. Well, you know my guilty pleasure now,” Chance said as he tugged the guitar case out from under his bed and laid the instrument inside. “What’s yours?”

Patrick considered it while Chance flipped the clips closed on the case. “Donuts.”

“What?” Chance asked, turning around. Patrick blushed when Chance’s gaze raked over his body, obviously considering whether or not he could possibly eat a lot of donuts.

“It’s a thing. I try to get to the crafty for it in the mornings before they’re all gone. But… yeah, those glazed ones? Even when I’m not on set for the day, I’ll go to the little place over on San Fernando.” He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. “I kinda get grumpy when I don’t get to the crafty in time in the mornings, and Rhys gives me so much shit about it.” He chuckled. “So, yeah….”

“Well… that’s… not bad.” Chance’s watch started beeping then, and he looked down. “Shit, we have to go.”

When they were settled in the car and on their way, Chance weaving through the traffic like a pro, Patrick asked, “So, where is it? Is there an… area that’s primarily for the gay community?”

“West Hollywood has a bunch of clubs and things. On Santa Monica Boulevard, mostly. Sophia’s—where we’re going—is just off Santa Monica and is pretty big for its drag shows. But Sophia and Andy have those on the weekends.” He fell silent as he worked his way over into another lane, then onto the Golden State Freeway. “I hate the highways here, but the stop and go drives me more nuts,” he grumbled. “Anyway, Sophia asked me… oh… about six months ago, if I’d come in and sing on Wednesdays. Took her nearly a month to convince me.” He chuckled. “I told you….”

“Yeah, stage, deer-in-the-headlights,” Patrick agreed, grinning. “How’d she do it?”

“She threatened to strip right in front of me if I didn’t agree.”

“Oh God, that must have been funny,” Patrick said around laughter.

“Well, it could have been worse—you’ll see why in a few—but yeah… it was as much because I didn’t want her partner Andy on me.” He shook his head.

“How’d you get over the deer thing?” Patrick asked.

Chance sighed but didn’t answer for a moment as he maneuvered through traffic. When he was on the exit ramp, he replied, “Usually I just try to pretend I’m jamming with friends or just… by myself or something, you know?”

“Yeah, I got ya. That’s how I got through my first few shows.” Patrick chuckled. “Then they applauded, and I kind of got addicted to it. I miss that. Sometimes I think I’d rather be on stage—the more immediate feedback, you know?”

“You mean being yelled at by Jack isn’t enough?” Chance asked.

Patrick laughed. “Um… I think I’d prefer the applause.” He snorted as he tried to get control.

“But… Jack’s so loveable!”

Patrick lost it again, and by the time he got control they were pulling into the tiny parking lot for Sophia’s Desert Palace. The back of the building was comprised of simple red brick with a small burgundy canopy over the single door. Chance took a spot in the far corner, and they climbed out. “This is the backstage entrance. The main entrance is on the other side.”

Patrick wasn’t sure what he was expecting of Sophia’s Desert Palace, considering the name and red brick exterior, but it seemed to be what Benny’s was trying to be. The interior looked like something straight out of an Arabian Nights type of story or something. The sand-colored walls had arches inset with small fountains surrounded in bright tile. More tiles in mosaics covered the floor in front of the stage and on either side along the walls. Tables just big enough for a cramped four sat on this portion of the floor. In the center of the room, a sunken wooden dance floor became wide stairs farther back, until it reached a bar that looked like it’d been plucked straight from Casablanca.

On either side of the bar, polished wooden steps curved up to a balcony above that formed the same U-shape as the tile floor below. Patrick could make out more tables along the railing.

“There’s a table right up front over there that you can sit at, if you’d like,” Chance said, pointing.

“Sounds good. Um….”

“It’s usually really quiet tonight. I’ll do a couple of sets and see how it goes, but I’ll be with you for the break. And if anyone bothers you, tell them you’re with me. Except… her,” he said, turning a smile on the very tall, very beautiful, woman approaching. “Hi, Sophia,” Chance greeted her.

Aside from being so tall, she put most of the women he knew to shame. Perfect makeup, impeccably coiffed deep red hair, bright green eyes, long matching fingernails, and heels that would kill his mother and sisters if they tried to walk in them. The dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right ways, and Patrick was slightly relieved to discover that women hadn’t, at least, started turning him off.

“Well, it’s about time you got here. I was missing you!” she said, and Patrick paused to puzzle over the voice briefly. It seemed deeper than was normal for a woman. Then he got a closer look at her and could not mistake the Adam’s apple. Before he could put all the pieces together, she spoke again.

“Oh! You brought a date!” she crowed, turning to Patrick, who was, unfortunately, staring.

“He’s not a date, Sophia. He’s my friend, but be nice. I’m not sure he’s used to queens,” Chance chided.

“Queens?” Patrick asked, blinking up at her.

Sophia laughed delightedly. “Oh, he’s a treasure. Where did you find him?” she asked as they started crossing the floor, taking Patrick’s arm. Patrick crooked it automatically and looked up at her again, trying to figure out what he was missing.

“Benny’s, actually, though we work on the same show. Patrick Tearney, this is Sophia Sweet. Sophia, Patrick Tearney, who plays Nadir.”

“Oh, yes! I knew I saw him somewhere! It’s lovely to have you here, dear.” She patted his hand when they stopped at the table.

“It’s a pleasure.” Patrick, remembering the lessons his da had drummed into him, took her hand and kissed it.

“Oh, he’s a charmer too! You better hold on to this one!” She grinned down at him. “Darlin’, first drink is on me.” She glanced over at Chance. “Think he’d really have it on me?” she asked.

“Sophia!” Chance scowled.

“I see! I get it now, dear. Never mind that, Patrick, darlin’.” She patted his cheek and turned to Chance. “So why isn’t it a date?” she demanded, tapping one… large… heeled foot.

That’s when everything finally clicked into place for Patrick. He couldn’t believe it took him that long. “Uh, I’m married… ma’am,” he said, drawing her—his? Her, he decided. Drawing her attention back to him.

“Oh! Married, are you? Is he here in LA?”

“Uh, no, I’m married to a woman.”

Sophia seemed a little thrown off for a moment and rested one hand on her large chest. “Really?” she asked, blinking at him. When he nodded, she

shrugged. “Well, no one’s perfect,” she said, and at the growl from Chance, added, “Fine, fine, to each his own, I suppose. You’re still pretty, dear.” She patted his hand and turned to Chance, leaned in, and whispered something in his ear.

Patrick grinned when Chance rolled his eyes. “Really, Sophia, leave it alone! I can get my own dates,” he grumbled.

She laughed. “You keep saying that, but I don’t see you in here with anyone… or leaving with anyone for that matter. We may not be quite the same kind of place for cruising as some of the clubs on Santa Monica, but I’m sure there are plenty who’d take you home.” No Sacrifice 53

“I’m not interested in that, Soph. You know that,” Chance said.

Patrick didn’t like the thundercloud expression on Chance’s face. She’d obviously struck a nerve. “Uh, when does the show start?” he asked to head off any more discussion.

“I do need to get set up. Don’t harass him, Soph. You okay, Patrick?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, shooting his friend a smile and pulling out a chair. “Did you want to sit down, Sophia?”

She grinned at him and patted his cheek again. “Not now, darlin’, but I’ll stop by later. Thank you. What’s your poison?”

“Oh, uh… Jameson?” he asked, and she nodded. “And Guinness, if you’ve got it.”

“We do.” She watched Chance climb the stairs to the stage, then turned back. “He’s a very lonely boy here in LA, with no family and only a couple of friends. Not that he’ll say anything—he won’t. It’s good he’s got a friend like you.” Patrick opened his mouth to reply, but then she stepped back and said, “But it’d be better if he had a boyfriend like you.”

With that she turned and walked away. Patrick watched her go, more confused than he’d been yet.

clip_image004Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Blog Tour: INVICTA by Piper Kay

By: Piper Kay
Published By Hot Ink Press
Book Two INVICTA: SANCTUARY Due out July 13th 2014

Piper Kay is a down to earth, homegrown country girl, straight from the outskirts of Houston, Texas. As a #1 International Best Selling Author of LGBT Erotica, and Amazon International Bestselling author of male/male erotica romance, and m/m erotica, she is bringing her passion of storytelling straight to the pages.

Published works include:

Twisted Cherry

A Perfect Passion (The Passion Series-Book One)

Payce’s Passion (The Passion Series-Book Two)

Eight Second Cowboy

The Naughty Box

Invicta Series: Invicta: Salvation

Upcoming projects: Invicta: Sanctuary. Book 2 in the Invicta Series will release as part of The Naughty Box 2 Scheduled to release on July 13, 2014

”What would you like to tell everyone about you that they wouldn’t already know from
reading your books?”
 I’m a natural blonde
Can you tell us your latest news?
Invicta: Salvation is releasing on July 13 as part of The Naughty Box 2
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
September 2012 when I signed my first publ contract with Evernight Publishing
What inspired you to write your first book?
The characters in my head wouldn’t leave me alone. I threatened them, but they wouldn’t leave, only threatened back, to explode my brain
Do you have a specific writing style?
 Well, I write in first person, from a man’s pov, a cocky tone and pretty blunt. I do curse like a sailor. I think I was probably a man in a past life or something
How did you come up with the title?
 I came up with Invicta from a late night infomercial
“What do you want your readers to get out of your novels?”
That love is love, and it doesn’t matter your age, gender, race you work for it and fight for what you believe in
“Is the book mostly fantasy or do you think these situations could actually happen?”
Oh these situations could definitely happen
Now I love music just as much as reading, I normally listen to music while I am reading. Do you think that you characters have theme songs? If so what would they be? 
“Are the experiences fact based or from your imagination?”
Just my imagination
“Which other authors do you feel have had the most influences on you as both a reader and a writer?”
Books by Poppet Author
What book are you reading now?
At the moment, I’m not reading anything, but sure am anxious to get my hands on Kindle Alexander’s
”Have there been any authors that interest you by their writing styles or subjects?”
Absolutely so, Anne Rice of course, but Indie authors are Poppet Author, Kindle Alexander and Rue Volley
What are your current projects?
The Invicta Series which is a five part series, and on December 5 of this year, the final story in The Passion Series will be out
Do you see writing as a career?
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
Of course, there is always something you would change, but the pattern and storyline of the book wouldn’t change
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Invicta Salvation is a story of Holt and Kade, how they connected and went through their journey for fifteen years. They achieve Invicta, a men’s go-go club, which soon becomes more that a club on book two. They didn’t want any of their dancers to go through the things they did. The actual place becomes their safe haven and the people become more that just co-worker’s. They actually will go through situations and help each other resolve or figure out how to handle them as a family unit                                                                                                                                                                                  
Who are your three favorite authors and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Poppet Author, her passion and her research skills. You can bet if it’s in her books, it’s been researched thoroughly. Rue Volley-her imagination and the way she can bend the rules. I watched her from the very beginning, her drive and her perseverance and determination.  Kindle Alexander-for her sincerity. Her passion is incredible and drives. She is one of the most-tender hearted and caring people that I know.
“Have you done any promotional tours for your books?”
No never have before
Who designed the covers?
The Invicta Series, all of the covers are being done by a wonderful lady, Karrie Jax. She is a good friend of mine and does an excellent job. For Eight Second Cowboy it was Poppet who did it and the Passion Series and Naughty Box designs it was Rue Volley
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Deciding what parts to reveal in first book and what to reveal in the other ones
“What did you learn from writing your book?”
That when you fight hard enough anything is achievable
Do you have any advice for other writers?
To keep writing and not let anyone hold you back. Follow your passion and dreams
Do have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
To thank them for all the support and love they’ve shown. To also say thanks to such a tight nit group, the M/M readers and authors are some of the most dedicated and loyal people that I know.
Which comes first for you, the character’s story or, the idea for the novel?
For me, the story idea
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
To watch the authors they want to be like and do what they do. Hone your skill and always weigh the options. Read the contract thoroughly and don’t be afraid to ask questions, we all had too
Is there anything else that you would like to add?
Just that Invicta Salvation is available now. And Invicta Sanctuary will be released on the 13 July, as part of the Naughty Box 2
just want to say thank you so much for taking the time to answer these for my readers and I. I look forward to seeing more work from you in the future.
Thank you so much for having me on. You are an awesome chick!                                                                                                                                                            

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#1 on amazon 11/10/2013 5/2014 in Gay Romance, Western Eight Second Cowboy.

#1 on amazon 12/2013 in Gay, A Perfect Passion

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***Eight Second Cowboy***
***A Perfect Passion***
***Payce’s Passion***

As Kaiden McKenzie and Holt Mitchell prepare to celebrate their fifteenth anniversary, and the grand opening of their new club, Invicta, they take a look back on how their lives together began.

When Holt wakes up to an outraged father, he finds himself suddenly homeless and hungry. With the help and caring of a certain bad guy, Holt finds life isn’t quite so bad as it seems. All he needed was the right man to guide him along.

Kade has spent his life running from anyone and everyone who tries to get close, but when he meets up with Holt, he suddenly finds himself wishing for something more. Who knew he was someone’s knight in shining tattoos…

Book Two INVICTA: SANCTUARY will be apart of the naughty box 2 published by HOT INK PRESS on July 13th 2014

Holt owes me for this big time. I have to come out and save
his behind from the audience on his first live dance. I might just collect my
pay off from that smoking hot ass of his. I start with a body roll, drawing the
attention of the crowd back to me. Swishing my hips in circles, I roll them
out, then approach him.
Holt pops his out and sways from side to side, his ass
rotating in a figure eight motion. Arms over my head, I dance a circle around
him, grinding against him the whole way around. Back in front of him, I drop
one shoulder, then alternate with hands still in the air. I lean into him.
“Play with me, Holt.” I grin, and lick over my bottom
lip, giving him a wink. “Play along, I mean. Counter my moves, then own
them. Out do me. It’s the only time I’ll offer this.”
I lick up the side of his neck, then pull back, staring at
him. So smooth, sensual actually. I sway up against him, not keeping beat with
the music anymore, but making my own. I glide my hand around his waist, teasing
him, and gently pull him into me.
“Thank you, Kade,” he whispers.
“Whatever, dance. Pretend no one else is around. Just do
something already, Holt.” I’m afraid if he doesn’t move away from me, I might
be putting on a live fuck show instead

What Others are saying About INVICTA

 Another great read from Piper By Valerie
Piper Kay did it again!! Wow I totally loved this book.

 Piper Kay Is the Master of M/M Romance By Monique

Damn hot!
By Debbie
This book is hot as hell! A must read! Piper really know how
to get the blood flowing. I loved Kade. I could see him as Jake Bass

By Sue
Terrific and HOT as only Piper Kay can write characters with
depth. I loved the relationship between Kade and Holt. The street smart Kade
was made for the unsuspecting country bumpkin Holt. The time they spent in the
sheets was insta-wet, hot and then some. Oh, did I mention hot??


BDSM and the disabled sub…

Bondage & Discipline, Domination & submission, Sadism & Masochism

BDSM encompasses so many things. It’s understandable why someone who has never participated in it might be confused about what it truthfully entails. We’d like to set that straight. For every person involved in what we call the Lifestyle, there’s a different way of doing things. However, no matter where you go, you’ll encounter a few basic tenets and the folks who are participating in our blog hop would like to show you how some of these things really work.

Welcome to the BDSM Blog Hop. Today I would like to talk about the disabled submissive. What happens when the person who is a sub, loves to serve, loves the flogger, cane, etc., can no longer kneel or feel their extremities? That’s the very subject I have been researching and writing about lately.

As many of you know, I have mobility issues and use forearm crutches. Even that isn’t working for me all the time as my joints continue to fail, and so a wheelchair becomes more and more needed. However, what if it wasn’t the joints, but paralysis? What if you couldn’t feel your legs anymore? Couldn’t use them any longer? How would you deal with that as a sub?

I have researched ways around this issue both by chatting with subs, contacting a Dom, and doing a ton of reading and creative imagining. Even though I do still walk and fully feel, I cannot kneel, which drives me crazy. There are so many things that require knees, lol.

On the flip side of that, what do you do if the sub that’s caught your eye happens to have a disability? Do you pass him or her over simply because they aren’t able to do things the way you are accustomed to requiring of your boy/girl/pet/etc.?

In my current WIP, I am exploring this very topic. In Deacon’s case—my lovely Dom—he isn’t willing to give up on the shy, sexy man that catches his eye simply because he is in a chair. But, Kade—my sweet but stubborn sub—doesn’t believe any Dom will want him. Coming up with ways to take the leg issue out of the scene has been tons of fun to research!

What if, instead of strapping your boy into a standing X frame to flog or cane, you used silk rope and bound him in such a way that his lack of standing was a moot point? That works, right? However, there’s so much more to a loving D/s relationship than the delicious sex! In Deacon’s case, he found ways to allow his boy to serve, to feel safe and cherished, to fulfill both their wants and needs.

Beanbag chairs with backs, shibari, padded tables or benches, cock cages, and more are simple ways a Dom can help his or her sub be who they truly are, without allowing their disability to take that part of their life from them. What would you do if your sub lost their mobility or even their legs? How could you help them still be the loving, dedicated sub and lover they were before?


I’m offering up an ecopy of any of my backlist to a random commenter who answers the last question above…

Now, head on to the rest of the HOP!

Guest Author Wednesdays ♥ Jo Anne Myers

Hello everyone. I’m thrilled to have Paranormal / Fantasy Author and Painting enthusiast, JoAnne Myers stop by. She’s sharing some about poetry (in good times and bad) today. Don’t forget to leave her a little love below!

I hail from the famous Hocking Hills region of southeastern Ohio. I have worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several novels under my belt, I also canvass paint.

When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, my dogs Jasmine and Scooter, and volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the Hocking Hill’s Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. I believe in family values and following your dreams.

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“Poems About Life, Love, and Everything in Between” is a poetry collection that provides a glimpse into the heart, mind and soul, of its author. It is a heartwarming read, written with love and respect for others. Some poems were written in times of sorrow, other poems were written in times of joyous celebration. Life if like that.


I have traveled many years long.

I call it the journey of life.

To go out amidst the throng,

and meet what e’er the strife.

In these years I’ve completed

a plane, which I view with delight.

Then I found myself seated,

taking on life’s great flight.

When I heard the motor starting,

I settled in my seat to rest.

Then, with a feeling of imparting,

I remembered the things I love best.

Now my plane will be safe, I feel sure,

for I built it with care untold;

I know it is made to endure,

he weather, both stormy and cold.

And though the skies are unknown,

through which I still must test.

I hope to travel my way alone,

and reach life’s airport ”Success.”




I turned a page today,

in my book of life, so dear.

Memories of my happy day,

to my heart there was some fear.

But I ponder at the parting,

from my friends and family, I adore.

For I know there are no friendships,

like these which I have stored.

Now I hesitate a moment,

wondering which way to turn.

Shall I be content to linger,

or be willing to work and learn?

I know the way will not be easy,

by which many go.

But the guidance of my mother,

has fitted me to fight the foe.

I turn another page;

my goal is to reach greater heights.

To be striving and toiling over.

To do that which is right.

I may never be famous,

after life’s battle is won.

But let me be content,

if my work is judged, well done.

This collection of personal poems is available at

These poems were inspired by my love for nature, God, veterans, family and friendships, it is a heartwarming read written with love and respect for others.

I will be awarding two winners a print copy of this unique and page turning read for commenting.

Soon available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble and other book distributors

Other books by Jo Anne:

“MURDER MOST FOUL” a detective/mystery anthology

“LOVES’, MYTHS’ AND MONSTERS’,” a fantasy anthology

“THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY,” a biography true-crime

“WICKED INTENTIONS” a paranormal anthology

Other books soon available:

“TWISTED LOVE,” a true-crime anthology available in July

“FLAGITIOUS,” a crime and paranormal novella collection available in August




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