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Tuesday, 21 November 2017

New Release - Elyzabeth M. VaLey - Alpha's Alpha

I am always happy to have the lovely Elyzabeth M. VaLey over here at the Lair! Give a look to her newest release with Evernight Publishing!
I am delighted to learn about the music in the book, since music played such a major role in my own latest  release, Woman as a Foreign Language!
Enough yakking from me, I'll let Lyz do the talking now!  

" Dear Katherine, thank you for having me at your blog today!

I’m excited to share my latest release with you, Alpha’s Alpha (Moon Point 2). This story is a standalone of a brand new series which revolves around the shifter bar, Moon Point. If you’ve read Evernight Publishing’s Owned by the Alpha anthology, you’ll find the first story in the series there.
Most of the time when I’m writing I have some background music playing and that usually influences my writing in one way or another. Alpha’s Alpha wasn’t any different.
Spotify open, headphones on and hands on the keyboard I set to work. From the first moment, Lee’s and Alkaline’s story was mainly shaped around Maroon 5’s music, albeit with a few exceptions. Below is a short list of some of the songs which influenced the story and a little side note so you can see what part they touched the most.
I hope you enjoy it!
1.      Animals by Maroon 5 ~ Lee and Alkaline met and kissed for the first time when this song was playing in the background.

2.      Cold by Maroon 5 ~ When the men decided to walk away from each other, this is the song I kept replaying.

3.      It was always you by Maroon 5 ~ In what part of the story do you think I played this song?

4.      Dani California by Red hot Chili Peppers ~ This song is Moon Point’s unofficial anthem. Its drunken patrons love singing to it. It’s a fun song.

5.      Lost by Icon and the Black Roses ~ At certain moments of the story both characters felt, well, lost. It’s an emotional song.

How important is music for you? Do you like to listen to something while reading? Let me know in the comments!"

Lee never thought he’d find his mate at a club, but even less so, did he expect him to be, Alkaline, the leader of the mafia organization known as the Claws. If the lion shifter were not an alpha, things might be easier, but as it is, his mate is bent on keeping them apart. Not that it matters to Lee, he’ll hunt him down and make him his.

Alkaline doesn’t do sweet. Nor vulnerable. Nor submissive. So when his lion decides that his soulmate is an alpha puma, he refuses to accept it. After all, whoever heard of two alphas mating? However, resisting Lee is harder than he ever imagined.

With two men battling for dominance, who will end up on top? And will their romance survive the match? 


The beat of the music made the floor vibrate. The strobe lights flashed, creating a maddening effect. Lee lifted his arms toward the ceiling, and swayed his hips. He mouthed the words to the popular song, allowing the rhythm to wash over him and obliterate any thoughts and worries he still carried from the long day at work.

The animal within him stirred. Tossing and turning, it gathered energy from the pulsing tones and climbed to the surface as if awakening from a long sleep. Lee’s blood pumped faster. His vision refocused, throwing everything into sharp contrast, from the shimmering contents of beverages in clear glasses, to the glittery eye makeup of a random stranger. The club smelled like sweat and alcohol. Bodies pressed together, swaying, moving. Glass shattered somewhere followed by a chorus of “Oh!” and loud laughter. All around, people enjoyed a night out, oblivious to anything more than what lay a few feet from them. Unaware of the hunter in their midst.

Lee licked his lips. His cock twitched. It’d been too long since he’d prowled the night for a bed companion. Focused on his work as manager of the shifter bar Moon Point, sometimes he forgot to have fun, to give into his baser instincts. Normally, he’d go home, relieve himself, and fall asleep until the next day. But he was a puma, a night prowler. And tonight, after he’d closed Moon Point, he knew driving to the countryside and going for a run wouldn’t be enough. He was restless, yearning for something more which he could only describe as the need for company, for the feel of skin against skin, for the gentle caress of caring hands, if only for a few hours.

It was time to hunt.

Lee glanced around and caught the eye of a handsome stud with dark, puppy eyes. He grinned. The stranger looked away, then back at him, a small smile playing on his lips.

Game on.

Swerving his hips, Lee started to make his way toward the man and stopped. The hint of a welcoming scent caressed his senses. A desert breeze mingled with rare wildflowers. A spark lit up his core, sending a shiver of excitement through him. The top of his ears tingled. Lee spun. His heart froze, then resurged, pounding frantically.


He’d never been formally introduced to the lion shifter, but he knew him on sight. He had to. One didn’t manage a bar in one of the seediest neighborhoods of the city without knowing the local gangs. Besides, Alkaline wasn’t exactly easy to miss. At six-foot-five, with shoulder-length red-blond hair, a matching beard, and slightly tanned skin, he stood out wherever he went.

Lee watched him move. His cock twitched. There was nothing submissive about the male specimen coming in his direction, parting the crowd like some kind of god. Alkaline exuded power, force, and unbridled passion.

Their gazes locked and desire rushed through him. Hell, yes. This was just what he needed. A real challenge. Lee extended his hand and Alkaline took it. The lion pulled him close with a firm tug. Hand on his waist, Alkaline guided him to the music.

Lee sucked in his cheeks to keep from laughing. Hell would freeze over before he was the one following. He pushed back, forcing Alkaline to release him. Then, rolling forward, he placed his hands on Alkaline’s hips and took the lead.

The lion snarled. His amber eyes flashed a warning. Lee didn’t retreat. His cock thickened inside his jeans, rubbing against the material. Abruptly, Alkaline dipped him slightly backwards, threaded his fingers in his hair and held, forcing Lee to stare at him.

His puma growled. Bursting through his defenses, it forced his vision to change. It turned sharper, more attuned to the man in front of him, from the tiny wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, to the small mole above his brow, to the thin coat of sweat which made his face glisten.

Alkaline glared at him. Lee’s blood pressure spiked along with his raging libido. He wouldn’t be the first to drop his gaze. He pursed his mouth. The music changed and someone slammed into them, breaking the connection.

They both moved at the same time. Lips clashed. Hungry. Hard. Lee’s fingers threaded into Alkaline’s long reddish mane and Alkaline rested his hand on the nape of Lee’s neck, bringing him closer. Their tongues entwined, desperately seeking for more, until the air ran out of their lungs and they broke apart panting. For a second, they gauged each other, and Lee wondered if he looked as bewildered and as consumed by lust as the other man.

Just when he was about to speak, Alkaline grabbed his hand and placed it over his erection. Lee groaned.

“I need to have you, now,” Alkaline said.

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About Elyzabeth:

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.

When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends. 

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Monday, 20 November 2017

New story underway! With teaser...

Well, after a couple of weeks off-blogging (I needed a rest from the vagaries of Blogger's formatting) I am back in business.

While not blogging I was very busy doing somethin far more important, i.e. sinking into a new story, which started out as a short, light hearted, fetishy story and is slowly morphing into a full-blown, emotional, still fetishy novel!

I have another beautiful, androgynous, cross-dressing hero (sorry, it can't be helped, I developed a thing for men in heels), Raphael, and another somewhat broken heroine, Nadia, but there is also another man in the picture, Hugh, and more than a sprinkle of bdsm and art, and music, and gasp, cats.

Rapahel inspiration is the spectacularly gorgeous German model and actor Paul Boche.
Did you click on the link? Good, then you will understand why I have been somewhat lost in my dreamworld. :)

It would be wonderful to finish this story before Christmas, but I don't believe in rushing the muse, so we shall see.
Here's a tease, now. (completely unedited)

"Because Lucie was essentially a nocturnal animal, her day started at about 8 PM, with a long hot shower and a thorough shave.

Lucie was a creature of long, pale, lean limbs, covered, but not much, in red and black lace.
Long, long, skinny legs in black stockings, with a trim of lace at the top. She had gone creative tonight and added a band of red lace, just under the black. She had cut it out of a pair of red stockings she had loved, until they got wrecked at the knees. Her stockings tended to do that a lot.
The red and black theme was fun and fitted her name. She always painted her lips scarlet (like her fingernails), and made up her eyes in thick black eyeliner and mascara. Because her eyes were of the palest blue the effect was slightly unsettling, and it had been known to stop men (and women) in their tracks. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror and fluffed her mop of ash blond hair in a wild mane that framed her face seductively.
When she stooped to pick up her red chemise her opulent breasts swayed delightfully in her black bra. She put on the chemise, red and silky, definitely see-through, and edged in lace, and a stringy black thong.
She piled a host of bracelets on her slim arms, black leather, and red beads, and strapped on the black leather collar.  She felt a shiver of anticipation as the stiff, silky, cool leather pressed lightly at the nape of her neck and at her throat.
She padded to the bedroom and extracted a box from under the bed. Her favorite boots, black leather, thigh high, with 6 inches stiletto heels, were carefully folded in tissue paper, almost pristine. Lucie didn’t go out much after all. She zipped them up, and almost felt dizzy with expectation when she stood again, balancing skittishly, like a long-legged foal. She was tall enough barefoot. In these she was practically airborne.
Then she walked, like a pro, on her tall heels, to the living room.
Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto no 2 was on, as loud as was admissible in a city flat, and Hugh was sprawled on the sofa like a big cat, soaking in the music. He had already taken off his shirt, but he must have gotten cold because he had snuggled under a plaid.
“Took your time,” he said, with a yawn.
That was his typical style.
“Rachmaninov, really?” she asked. “Bloody neo-romantic noise.”
He waved his hands like a cook wafting some elusive cooking smell to his nose. “At least, as classical music goes, it’s got some hair on its chest.” And that was the highest compliment Hugh could pay to a musical composition.
The recording was terrible, crackly and tinny. Horrid. Hugh seemed to divine her thought.
“It is himself, on the piano. In 1929.”
Lucie shrugged, then bit her lower lip and bowed her head. She could taste lipstick on her teeth, which was sexy as hell. Oh well. Rachmaninov would cover the sounds, at least. Mostly.
“Come here then,” said Hugh, throwing the plaid aside, sitting up and patting his knee invitingly.
He was a middle height man with short, fuzzy, dark hair thinning slightly around a widow’s peak and a semi-permanent stubble (greying now) on his chin and jaw. He was neither especially good looking nor in any way unpleasant, and dressed rather shabbily at almost all times. He was in fact an entirely unremarkable man, except for a limited set of small ticks that betrayed a rather more active and nervous mind than most. Which is why most people would have been flabbergasted by the impressive set of tattoos that adorned  his chest, shoulders and upper arms. They were somewhat faded and partly obscured by the rather luxuriant growth of dark hair on his torso, but even so, they gave him a distinctly wicked look, absolutely at odds with his completely harmless everyday manner.
She went and kneeled by the sofa (another pair of stockings would die today) and laid her forehead on his thigh. He didn’t seem to notice. He was still engrossed in the music.
“I find it fascinating that Rachmaninoff, who was known for his huge hands, which could have easily managed the large opening chords, chose to break the chords apart and roll them instead. Why?”
Lucie didn’t answer.
“Maybe he did that so that less, shall we say, well-endowed pianists would not be discouraged from altering the opening chords to suit their capabilities? He did state, purportedly, that the second piano concerto was uncomfortable for him to play.” He caressed her head, sinking his fingers into her hair to massage the back of her neck. “I choose to take it as a reminder, that just because you can do something, it does not mean that you have to do it. Or like it. It’s always a Matter of choice. Just an interesting point for thought.”
Lucie remained quiet through his musings, using the time to collect herself, to find that seam in her mind that allowed her to slip down, through and out...
She took a deep breath, and leaned into his thigh and suddenly his hand was in her collar, pulling roughly, choking her, until she lay across his lap. The first blow across her butt made her squeal out loud. The second and third landed on her thighs and hurt even more. He was laying them down with all his strength tonight, no gentle introduction with small slaps, grabbing, kneading. She panted in the pause after the third blow, bracing herself for the next one..."

Like Lucie so far? Stick around for news of her in the next weeks...

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

Nurture Your Books - Blog Hop


Very happy to join so many fine authors in this blog hop today! For those of you who visit my blog for the fist time, this is the den of Katherine Wyvern, author of a bunch of very hot books (and some more tender and pensive) motly published by Evernight Publishing.

My most recent release is Woman as a Foreign Language, which came out on September 20th, a very touching love story between a girl who doesn't know how to be a woman ... and a man who is extremely good at it.
The crossdressing theme appears again in the new book I am writing ... I find the topic of gender fluidity intriguing and it is relatively inexplored in romance or mainstream literature, despite the fact that transgender stories are more and more visible in the media.

I hope you are curious to look up my books (click on any of the pictures at the side of this post, or banners at the bottom). I am offering an e-copy of Woman as a Foreign Language and an e-copy of my Fantasy romance Spellbreakers as prizes. Please leave a comment below to take part in the giveaway!

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

New Release - Lea Bronsen - The Audition

I am Very very happy to have my very special friend Lea in the Lair today (we are discovering weird coincidences all over our lives... something paranormal is going on here!!), with her new release, The Audition! I will let her do the talking!

Dear Katherine,

Thank you for inviting me to your blog! I’m delighted to have the chance to visit you again and talk about my latest release, the dark erotic crime novella The Audition.

You could call this book a writing challenge, as a good friend of mine came up with the idea for a seriously hot gay ménage scene to happen during a film audition and asked me to write a story with it, and I obliged. But since I thought the ménage bit in itself wasn’t enough to make a book – I needed complementary plot elements – I seized the opportunity to experiment a little with a side story. I picked my brain and chose a cold-blooded criminal’s perspective, one I’m well familiar with after writing the crime thriller Wild Hearted. But how to weave two entirely different worlds such as the movie industry and the drug dealing business together and make the resulting story plausible? Heh, read and find out:

Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

According to reviewers, this novella is “gritty and not for the faint hearted”, but “the heat level was off the charts”. I hope you’ll enjoy the read! 


Rico flashed Jaden his best playboy smile and opened his shirt button by button. It usually had the effect he wanted. He took great care of his body. The other job demanded he stay in tip-top shape, and the result came in handy during this part of the audition. Most young people found difficult to resist a tanned, well-built, and slightly sweaty chest.

Indeed, the more buttons he popped, the more Jaden stared, as if fascinated.

Rico grinned. Once the shirt hung loose, displaying his neat washboard of a stomach, he palmed his crotch. This part of the game, he savored. Closing his eyes, he rubbed the outline of his stiff length through his pants, up and down, slowly. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He drew an exaggerated breath.

No answer.

Was the kid going to refuse playing, now that they’d gone so far? It would be a shame. Rico liked him. Jaden had proven worthy. A wide range of emotions boiled in him, and it didn’t take much coaxing to have him spill them out with raging honesty. That, Rico respected. “El Loco” may be a heartless son of a bitch, but he recognized uprigthness and integrity. He would never hurt someone fighting tooth and nail for noble values.

More, Jaden triggered something in Rico that he wasn’t unwilling to explore, given the right circumstances. He’d spent the past two decades a lonely man, and to be honest, it began to wear on him. What the terms for changing—improving—a part of his life were, he didn’t know yet. And it wasn’t without risk: he’d spent those years building a shell so no one could touch him. There were certain things guns couldn’t protect him from.

He reopened his eyes.

At the same time, Jaden flicked his gaze up, searching Rico’s. “I thought you said I got the movie part?”

“You got it.” Rico grinned. “This is a bonus.”

“Oh,” the kid said, in a choked tone that almost tore a laugh out of Rico. That, and his reddish complexion, told Rico he could continue playing.

In one swift move, he zipped down his pants to let the beast loose. “Look,” he said, voice tight, grabbing his swollen cock at the base and making the entire length swing from side to side. “You see this, Jaden? You’re the one doing it to me.” He moved forward, stroking his hard shaft, until mere inches separated them. Jaden’s warm breaths blew on his face. “Do you like what you see?”

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Award-winning author Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.
She's signed with Evernight Publishing, Decadent Publishing, and Insatiable Press. She has also self-published some of her works and participated in the making of several anthologies.

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