Thursday, November 27, 2014

Win #hot reads in Blak Rayne's #Christmas giveaway!

Blak is doing three different giveaways this Christmas and you can enter all three!


Here's how you can play:


This is how you, the
reader, can win a list of fabulous prizes.

In the comment
section, under the giveaway list, tell me the best Christmas gift you've ever
received and who gave it to you, along with your name and email address - and
that's it!

  • The 2nd list of
    giveaways will be announced on Dec 1., and you, the readers, will have from Dec
    1 to Dec 5 midnight to leave comments.

  • The 3rd list of
    giveaways will be announced on Dec 8., and you, the readers, will have from Dec
    8 to Dec 12 midnight to leave comments.

One winner will be
chosen and contacted privately by email at the end of each week. All the
winners will be announced on December 22, 23 and 24th!

 Don't miss out!

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Now Available: A CLASS ACT by Leigh Ellwood

A-Class-Act-200x300So here I am, minding my own business and preparing another post for the TRS release party on one of the box sets, when I get word my latest Decadent Publishing story is out a day early! Wait, what? I have to promo that also? ACK!

Seriously, I'm thrilled. I had so much fun writing A CLASS ACT and I hope if you love M/M you'll pick it up. Enjoy this preview.

Gay Erotic Romance
Class in Session, Book 2 (May be read standalone)

All Romance ~ Kindle ~ Kobo ~ NOOK ~ Decadent Publishing

Released November 7, 2014

Barry Kellam receives a mysterious invitation from 1Night Stand and can’t imagine who would arrange a night of sexual passion with him…except perhaps a former student who’s gone on to greater things.

Paul Merrill is the toast of Broadway. While the awards and fame are nice, he wants to  share his success—and his body—with the man who inspired him. But Dr. Kellam isn’t  one to date fellow faculty or alumni. Will he answer Madame Eve’s call?


The fleeting idea that Paul Merrill was somewhere else in Manhattan right now set a chill in his heart. Maybe some billionaire in disguise arranged this, like a super-rich parent he met at an open house who misinterpreted a handshake as a come-on. He shook away the ridiculous notion as the elevator floor vibrated. The ideas ballooned like fantastic movie plots, not unlike the one that would make Paul a household name.

At Room 2401, his hand trembled and it took three tries to get the green light. “Room” hardly described his quarters for the night. 1Night Stand appropriated them with a lavish suite with wide panel windows revealing Times Square in its explosive, mega-watt glory. The waving red lines of the story-high Coca-Cola ad mesmerized him, but only momentarily as he fought to keep his bearings. If his date was here, he was probably in another part of the suite.

The bedroom, no doubt. He swallowed back his nerves, inhaled, and stepped deeper into the living area. Large, suede sofas faced a wall-sized entertainment system. The wet bar looked better stocked than an actual restaurant. Barry’s mouth watered for a shot of vodka.

“Dr. Kellam!”

Barry’s heart jolted and his direction whipped to the left toward the approaching figure. “Paul, thank God it’s you.”