Thursday, November 22, 2018

Author Of The Month - Leta Blake - Grand Finale

Welcome to our Grand Finale celebrations for the amazing 

Happy Thanksgiving!! Hopefully, you're spending some time with your families today. Thank you for being here with us.

We're taking a break from the turkey and fixings to bring you info on four more books by Leta Blake, two of which were written under the pen name Blake Moreno. We also have our author interview and one more chance to win one of Leta's books.

Shall we get started?

First up today, from the Heat Of Love series, Slow Heat


A lustful young alpha meets his match in an older omega with a past.

Professor Vale Aman has crafted a good life for himself. An unbonded omega in his mid-thirties, he's long since given up hope that he'll meet a compatible alpha, let alone his destined mate. He's fulfilled by his career, his poetry, his cat, and his friends.

When Jason Sabel, a much younger alpha, imprints on Vale in a shocking and public way, longings are ignited that can't be ignored. Fighting their strong sexual urges, Jason and Vale must agree to contract with each other before they can consummate their passion.

But for Vale, being with Jason means giving up his independence and placing his future in the hands of an untested alpha--as well as facing the scars of his own tumultuous past. He isn't sure it's worth it. But Jason isn't giving up his destined mate without a fight.

This is a stand alone gay romance novel, 118,000 words, with a strong happy ending, as well as a well-crafted, non-shifter omegaverse, with alphas, betas, omegas, male pregnancy, heat, and knotting. Content warning for pregnancy loss and aftermath.


One moment Jason had his arm around Xan, and the next his life as he knew it ended.
A raw, musky scent flooded Jason’s nose and throat, coating his mucous membranes. His eyes rolled up in his head as the scent drilled deep into his brain, awakening him with a soul-deep shiver. Pounding, urgent lust peeled his humanity away, leaving only animal instinct. His cock roared with blood. His body screamed with raw need and yearning.
Shrieks of shock barely registered in his pheromone-focused drive to get his hands and mouth on source of that mind-warpingly perfect scent. He grabbed his delicious-smelling omega, buried his face in the curve of his neck, and rutted his hips against him, growling as strong hands tried to pull him away.
His omega fought, shoving desperately, until Jason gripped his throat, stilling his struggles. He smelled his omega’s terror and confusion, rolling off him in waves of stench that nearly overpowered the sweet, musky aroma that had triggered Jason’s whirl of madness. Needing to touch skin, he tore at his omega’s clothing, his cock pulsing wetly in his pants, echoing the musky scent of slick slipping from his omega’s ass. He wanted to drown himself in that smell, rub it all over himself, die with his cock buried deep in his omega’s sweet ass and dripping with his omega’s slick.
His omega let loose a wild cry.
Jason released his hold on his omega’s throat, color and sound spinning around him, torn between comforting his terrified omega and lashing out in rage at the hands still trying to tug him away.
“Shh.” The hushing sound cut through the whirlpool of his mind. His omega gripped his hair and tugged at him, trying to meet his eyes. “Calm down now. Shh. I’ve got you. You’re all right.”
That voice.
Like honey and sand pouring over him, gritty and warm, sweet and itchy. Jason wanted to hear that voice every second of every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to strip this man until he was naked and pleading beneath him, begging for his cock and crying to carry Jason’s babies.
But hands kept grabbing at him, voices kept calling to him, and he was really starting to get pissed off.
“Let him go!” his omega snarled. “Or he’ll rip me to pieces, for fuck’s sake.”
“Jason, buddy. Not here.” Xan’s desperate voice rang in the air around him. “You need to calm down now. This isn’t how it’s supposed to work.”
Who gave a shit about supposed to? He had his omega right beside him, and he was never letting him go.
Xan put his hand carefully on Jason’s arm, and Jason growled at him, barely hearing his words. “You have to register first, contract with his family, or he can press assault charges. You know the rules. You need to calm down. Right now.”
Jason’s cells screamed to possess the man he held protectively in his arms and had backed up to the table. He wanted to kiss his omega’s pink, lush, gaping mouth. He wanted to rip his pants down and get his fingers drenched in the slick seeping from the man’s anus in readiness for Jason’s cock.
It was the fear in his omega’s arresting moss-green eyes that held Jason back more than Xan’s tugging grip, or his sensible words, or the strong arm of another alpha laid across Jason’s chest. More than the security guards hustling into the library with syringes at the ready to prick him with alpha sedative, more than the quelling lull of the drug rushing into his system as they reached him and jabbed those sharp points into his neck, arm, and thigh. No, it was the glint of terror in those beautiful, perfect, soft green eyes that made Jason stand down.
He couldn’t look away as his knees went weak and he collapsed onto the stretcher the security guards had rolled up to catch his fall. He held out his hand, a cold horror enveloping him as the room grew fuzzy and distant, like in a dream. Fingers took hold of his, and he blinked his eyes open again, grateful to see his omega holding his hand.
“Get his information,” Xan said to one of the guards harshly. “We’ll need it for his alpha’s parents.”
“Wolf-god,” the alpha standing next to Jason’s omega whispered. “How the hell…?”
Jason snarled at the man groggily, tried to lift up from the stretcher to tear the alpha’s eyes out for daring to speak to his omega when he was slick and opening for a cock. He’d rip the man’s eyes out and then tear his testicles to shreds. He’d kill him for looking at his omega, for smelling his aroma.
“Shh,” his omega soothed him. “He’s a friend.”
Jason didn’t like the sound of that, but his omega’s calming hand on his shoulder was almost as soothing as the alpha-sedative the guards had hit him with.
“How is this possible?” the other alpha asked, and Jason lunged again, but his omega stilled him by pressing him back onto the stretcher. “He can’t be old enough for you.”
“Apparently, he is, Urho,” his omega murmured, stroking his thumb soothingly against Jason’s wrist. Jason shuddered at the lush, velvet heat of his omega’s voice, and he offered up a grateful smile that felt like it was going to melt off his face and slide to the floor. His omega smiled back tentatively, his teeth white and straight, his eyes still glinting with fear. “It’s fine. Don’t say anything more right now.”
Jason tried to get a good look at his omega, but the world was hazing in and out now. He gripped his omega’s fingers and let his eyes fall closed, listening hard to what he could make out around him.
“Name and address where you can be reached for the next few days?” a security guard asked, and Jason peeled his eyes open to see the beta standing close, a notepad in hand, and a serious expression on his face.
“Vale Aman,” his omega said.
Such a beautiful name. Jason’s heart constricted and released, a twisting ache that made him gasp.

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Second in the series, Alpha Heat 


A desperate young alpha. An older alpha with a hero complex. A forbidden love that can’t be denied.

Young Xan Heelies knows he can never have what he truly wants: a passionate romance and happy-ever-after with another alpha. It’s not only forbidden by the prevailing faith of the land, but such acts are illegal.

Urho Chase is a middle-aged alpha with a heartbreaking past. Careful, controlled, and steadfast, his friends dub him old-fashioned and staid. When Urho discovers a dangerous side to Xan’s life that he never imagined, his world is rocked and he’s consumed by desire. The carefully sewn seams that held him together after the loss of his omega and son come apart—and so does he.

But to love each other and make a life together, Xan and Urho risk utter ruin. With the acceptance and support of Caleb, Xan’s asexual and aromantic omega and dear friend, they must find the strength to embrace danger and build the family they deserve.

This gay romance novel by Leta Blake is the second in the Slow Heat universe. It’s 130,000 words, with a strong happy ending and a well-crafted, non-shifter Omegaverse. It features alphas, betas, omegas, male pregnancy, heat, and knotting. No cheating. Content warning for brief sexual violence.


“This is a big library,” Xan said, changing the subject, but not daring to broach the one he actually came to address. “Mostly science books, I guess?”
“Quite a few. But I have some literature in my collection too.”
“I’m more of a comics and nickel-novel type, myself.”
Urho’s lips quirked in the first evidence of a smile he’d shown since he’d first come in. “I have some of those as well.” He rose and walked over to a bookcase near the door, ran his finger along the spines, and then came away with a blue book as thick as two finger-widths. “Here, this one is from before your time, I’d bet. But you might enjoy it.”
Xan took the book as Urho returned to his seat on the sofa. He flipped it open and colorful images leapt forth, along with the usual comic cells and speech bubbles. He glanced back at the cover: Cervantes and Snail, a complete collection. “I’ve heard of this, but you’re right, I’ve never read it.”
“Take it with you. It was a favorite of Riki’s, but it’ll just molder here. You should enjoy it.”
Xan licked his lips, a breathless, strange feeling descending. He’d never heard Urho mention his omega’s name, but there was no doubt that Riki was the blond man in the portrait. He cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t want to take something special of his.”
“It shouldn’t go to waste. Take it.”
Xan nodded and tucked the book into the pocket of his jacket. It fit perfectly. “So,” he said, an unusual shyness creeping over him. He glanced up at Urho through his lashes, surprised to find his friend’s dark complexion had gone vaguely pink.
Was Urho also remembering how Xan had grown hard as he’d pressed his finger inside and moved it around? Xan’s own face flushed hot and his cock thickened against his thigh. “You must be wondering why I’m here.”
Urho attempted a real smile, white teeth against dark skin, and then sighed. “I’m just glad that you are. I’ve wanted to see you again. Needed to, really.”
Xan’s throat went dry. “Why’s that?”
“I’ve been thinking about your situation. Truth be told, I’ve thought of little else.”
Xan shifted miserably in his seat. His stomach churned.
Urho held up a hand. “I’m not going to lecture again. I want to understand your predicament.”
“No one can.”
“I want to try. You need this?”
“Most humans need sexual release,” Xan said defensively. “Not all, but most.”
“And your omega—”
“Doesn’t interest me.”
Urho cocked his head. “But what of his needs?”
Xan glanced away. “We have an agreement.” He wasn’t about to mention the truth about Caleb. That was Caleb’s secret to share if and when he wanted to.
“I see.”
But Xan could tell that Urho didn’t truly see.
“He has a lover?” Urho asked. “A beta, perhaps? Someone you find unthreatening to your relationship?”
Xan pushed out a breath. “I didn’t come here to talk about him.” Though he had, hadn’t he? In a way? The pills he wanted to ask Urho for were only necessary because of his obligation to Caleb. “I wondered if you’d prescribe something for me. Something for stamina.”
Urho frowned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Stamina? Sexual stamina?”
“Yes. I have a hard time keeping up with Caleb during his heats. There isn’t another one coming for a few months, but I want to be prepared. I heard there were new pills that allow alphas to last a long time and rebound more quickly.”
“He suffers from nympho—I mean, interminable heat?”
“No. The problem is me.”
Urho’s dark eyes narrowed. “Because what you want isn’t what Caleb offers,” he said quietly. “His pheromones don’t arouse you?”
“They do.” But the smell of Caleb in heat only made him crave being penetrated all the more. He’d been a mess during their first heat together. Horny and full of longing, unable to take care of Caleb’s suffering and unable to fulfill his own needs either. He dreaded it coming round again. He had nearly gone mad listening to Caleb’s cries of pain. “But not in the…right way.”
He shook off the veil of sickening guilt that dropped over him, focused on Urho again, and said, “I need help. It’s hard for me to admit—even harder to ask—but you know our situation better than most, and so I’m asking you. Please, help me.”
Urho’s body tensed, and he closed his eyes, taking a ragged breath. When his lids popped open again, Xan didn’t recognize staid, old-fashioned Urho in the wildness he saw in the depths there. “I can give you the pills.”
“Thank you!”
“But I can offer more than that.”
Xan swallowed thickly. Was he going to suggest himself as an alpha surrogate for Caleb’s heat? He let out a shuddery breath, not sure what he hoped for, but signaling for Urho to continue.
“You can’t continue to see the man who hurt you.”
Xan groaned. “We’ve already—”
“Listen to me!” Urho commanded and Xan’s mouth snapped shut. “If you need this so badly, come to me for it.”
Xan gaped, taking in Urho’s pounding pulse, visible in the dark hollow at the base of his neck. He ran his gaze over Urho’s messy hair and his earnest—so intensely earnest—eyes. He sucked in a harsh breath. “What are you saying?”
“If you need—” Urho wiped a trembling hand over his mouth and then started again. “If you need help with your cravings, come to me instead of that man who abuses you.”
“Come to you for what?” Xan asked, blinking rapidly. “For a lecture? Tea? Medicine of some kind? What exactly do you plan to give me?”
“Sex. I’ll give you sex.

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When Leta is writing as Blake Moreno, the books tend to be a little darker. Set in a similar A/B/O non-shifter universe, we start off with Heat For Sale


Heat can be sold but love is earned.

In a world where omegas sell their heats for profit, Adrien is a university student in need of funding. With no family to fall back on, he reluctantly allows the university's matcher to offer his virgin heat for auction online. Anxious, but aware this is the reality of life for all omegas, Adrien hopes whoever wins his heat will be kind.

Heath—a wealthy, older alpha—is rocked by the young man's resemblance to his dead lover, Nathan. When Heath discovers Adrien is Nathan’s lost son from his first heat years before they met, he becomes obsessed with the idea of reclaiming a piece of Nathan.

Heath buys Adrien’s heat with only one motivation: to impregnate Adrien, claim the child, and move on. But their undeniable passion shocks him. Adrien doesn't know what to make of the handsome, mysterious stranger he's pledged his body to, but he’s soon swept away in the heat of the moment and surrenders to Heath entirely.
Once Adrien is pregnant, Heath secrets him away to his immense and secluded home. As the birth draws near, Heath grows to love Adrien for the man he is, not just for his connection to Nathan. Unaware of Heath's past with his omega parent and coming to depend on him heart and soul, Adrien begins to fall as well.

But as their love blossoms, Nathan's shadow looms. Can Heath keep his new love and the child they've made together once Adrien discovers his secrets?

Heat for Sale is a stand-alone m/m romance by Leta Blake, writing as Blake Moreno. Infused with a du Maurier Rebecca-style secret, it features a well-realized omegaverse, an age-gap, dominance and submission, heats, knotting, and scorching sex scenes.


Adrien paced by the window of his dorm room with his cell phone pressed to his ear. He’d known it was coming. Every omega did, but somehow between his day-to-day studies and his research into Hontu tribal materials, he’d managed to forget about it most of the time. But Ron Finch, his university’s professional matcher, had removed any ambiguity about the matter. With a firm and undeniable voice, he’d made it quite clear: the time had come for Adrien to sell his first heat.

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Blogtour: Femme Faux Fatale by Susan Laine

Please welcome Susan Laine with

Femme Faux Fatale 

a Dreamspun Desires title 

Hello. I’m Susan Laine. I’m a Finn and the author of Femme Faux Fatale, a contemporary mystery book out November 20th, by Dreamspinner Press.

You’ll find the relevant info on the story below, but here’s the short version: This is the love story of a surly private detective and a sultry burlesque starlet with a big secret who both end up in even bigger trouble and an amazing adventure.

Today I’m a guest here at My Fiction Nook—thank you kindly, Sandra, for having me—to talk about one of the themes in the story. And that theme is… burlesque. Yes, though this is a contemporary gay love story with male main characters, it features burlesque. And yes, there’s an exclusive excerpt below.

Many years ago, in my twenties, I happened to catch a burlesque show, which are a rarity in home country of Finland. It was spectacular and beautiful and fun. I’d never quite understood how a girl could be a “doll,” but I did after that night.

Later, as I became a writer, I began to wonder what would happen if a man entered this female-dominated field of self-expression. This story, Femme Faux Fatale, is the result of that thought experiment.

Here’s a bit of back history for the phenomenon. I hope I won’t bore you too much.

With the term burlesque, I mean a type of cabaret involving dancing and striptease. Back in the day, you see, burlesque was mainly a comedic mockery of more serious works, such as theatrical drama or solemn musicals. It was a parody full of caricatures and extravagant showmanship.

Later, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, burlesque began to mean Victorian variety shows with bawdy numbers, female striptease, and male comedy acts. These were theatrical shows with comedic elements but adding more risqué themes. The female artists known as soubrettes started out being equal parts singer, dancer, and stripper. Later the singing went away in favor of semi-clad girls whose main task to strip virtually or entirely bare.

In the U.S., closer to contemporary times, American burlesque experienced a revival and evolved into modern neo-burlesque. New themes, such as female empowerment, took center stage, and I think that’s grand. While the traditional striptease acts were still a big part of the show, comedy plays, modern dance numbers, even circus-type acrobatics have been added to the mix.

One could say these days burlesque has become mainstream and is largely accepted by the wider public. Everyone knows famous movies like Cabaret or recognizes the pop icon Dita Von Teese. And that, I believe, spells a bright future for burlesque.

My story, however, is about boylesque. A young man who does modern burlesque. Add a grumpy private dick, scheming Hollywood royalty, and a crime of the century, and you get… Femme Faux Fatale.

Once again, thank you, Sandra and My Fiction Nook, for having me here today. And, as promised, below is a short exclusive excerpt from the book. Enjoy!

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Mystery. Murder. Men in silk stockings. Hollywood nights are heating up.
Hardboiled Los Angeles PI Cain Noble is hired by wealthy and gorgeous Camille Astor to find her husband and a priceless work of art, both of which have disappeared.
At the nightclub owned by Mr. Astor, Cain encounters the mesmerizing Lily Lavender, who has the body of a goddess and the sultry voice of an angel—but is really a young man named Riley who attracts trouble like a magnet.

What’s a private dick in the vein of LA’s bygone era and a cross-dressing burlesque starlet to do when faced with the hidden decadence and lethal dangers of the Hollywood Hills? They have their work cut out for them because they haven’t even scratched the surface of an elaborate scheme more twisted than anyone could ever have imagined.

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Glam Vamp trotted along the stage like a prancing peacock, singing with a potent voice that left nothing to the imagination. It was blunt and brutal, a kick in the groin, a hit on the head, a knife in the chest. This seductress was an assassin of the night, ever ready to hold your heart in her hand, only to squeeze the life out of it and leave you bloodied and bruised on the floor, broken and rejected and useless. A piece of trash discarded.
Cain was aware women wore masks, one for each man they knew. It was in their nature to always keep a secret and hold back a piece of themselves, never willing to yield all of their true being to another. Absolutely nothing wrong with that. In fact, it seemed like a sound approach to any given situation and person.

Release Blitz: Oz by Lily Morton

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RELEASE DATE: 11.20.18
COVER DESIGN: Natasha Snow Designs


What happens when temporary becomes forever?

Oz Gallagher does not do relationships well. Bored and jobless after another disastrous hook up, he decides to leave London for a temporary job in the wilds of Cornwall. Surely managing a stately home on a country estate will be easier than navigating the detritus of his relationships at home. Six months there will alleviate a bit of his wanderlust and then he can come back to London as footloose and fancy-free as the day he left it. 
However, when he gets there he finds a house in danger of crumbling to the ground and a man who is completely unlike anyone he’s ever met. An earl belonging to a family whose roots go back hundreds of years, Silas is the living embodiment of duty and sacrifice. Two things that Oz has never wanted. He's also warm and funny and he draws Oz to him like a magnet.

Oz banks on the fact that they're from two very different worlds to stop himself falling for Silas. But what will he do when he realises that these differences are actually part of the pull to one another? Will falling in love be enough to make him stop moving at last and realise that he's finally home?




That night at midnight I sit at the kitchen table looking over the mass of papers and plans and sheets of paper covered with my sprawling handwriting. I lift my glasses and rub my eyes and look again. No, still there.

I look down at my current huge shadow who is sitting by my chair and watching me with mournful brown eyes. “Are you waiting for me to start screaming, Chewwy, or just bored?”I ask conversationally. He stares at me for a long second and then gives a huge yawn which shows off his massive teeth. I shrug. “Okay, just bored.”

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

The deep voice coming from the kitchen door makes me jump. “Shit, you startled me.” I take my black-framed glasses off, feeling slightly self-conscious at being found talking to the dog. “I took my contact lenses out.”

Silas gives me an exhausted smile. “They suit you.”

He comes into the room fully and I look at the tired slump of his shoulders. “Have you been out on a call?”

He gives a jaw-cracking yawn that almost sets me off. “Horse birth that looked like it was about to go pear shaped.”

“Bugger. Was everything okay?”

Release Blitz: Yield by Mickie B. Ashling

Title: Yield
Series: Bay Area Professionals #5
Author: Mickie B. Ashling
Publisher: Mickie B. Ashling
Release Date: 11/13/2018
Heat Level: 5 - Erotica
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 275 words
Genre: Erotica, BDSM

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A Sequel to Forged in Trust

A promising encounter takes a dark turn.

Captain Sami Soros and Father Jay Blackstone cross paths at a major European hub. When systems shut down due to a cyber-attack, flights are delayed and the resulting chaos is unprecedented.

After having served three tours in Afghanistan, recently discharged Sami struggles with his new civilian status. Emotionally depleted, and dangerously edgy, he views most of his fellowmen with utter contempt.

Jay is returning to his parish in San Francisco after a month-long retreat meant to shore up a crumbling vocation. All vestiges of spirituality melt away when he sets eyes on Sami.
They begin a clandestine affair fueled by a shared addiction to extreme forms of BDSM. Their relationship goes off the rails, and Jay reaches out to Rino Duran, a former seminarian. With the help of Dr. Ethan Marshall, Rino’s full-time Dom, the established couple attempt to separate truth from lies to give Jay and Sami a shot at happiness.
This novel can be read as a standalone.


Chapter 1

February 2018

Amsterdam’s Schiphol Airport is crowded on any given day, but the scene unfolding when I walked off the Jetway into the arrival area was absolute pandemonium. Twelve hours ago, the computer running the intricate network of arrivals and departures at this gigantic European hub—ranked third busiest in number of total passengers per year—had been hacked. The domino effect of delayed or canceled flights resulted in a maelstrom of missed connections, lost baggage, and queue upon queue of clueless passengers looking for solutions. Weddings, honeymoons, funerals, river cruises, bus tours, reunions, and once-in-a-lifetime business opportunities were too important to be derailed by a bunch of dark-web bandits. Normally efficient and accommodating personnel were inundated with impossible requests, and tempers were pushed to the limit.

I’d expected a two-hour layover before catching my flight back to San Francisco via Chicago, but my trip from northern Spain had been delayed by an unexpected snowstorm. The result was catastrophic in terms of connections, and I was one among thousands trying to find my way home. There was no point in browbeating anyone for better results as my angry voice would fall on deaf ears.

According to the giant monitors advising weary travelers of time and gate changes, my flight was supposed to board at Gate F6. The seats were all taken when I arrived at my destination, and a quick scan of the adjoining gates revealed more of the same. I’d end up on the floor for an undetermined amount of time unless the airline brought in more chairs.

As I considered my next move, my attention was drawn to a guy dressed from head to toe in unadulterated black. His face and hands were deeply bronzed, incongruous amidst the throng of pasty winter complexions. Squint lines radiated from wide-set eyes, and a thin scar sliced through one dark winged eyebrow. The resulting asymmetry changed the stranger from model perfect to dangerously attractive.

The month I’d recently spent at the Sanctuary of Loyola in Azpeitia, Spain, the ancestral home of St. Ignatius, had been an inspirational setting meant to reaffirm my faith and strengthen my resolve to stay the course. A great waste of time, I thought bitterly, all the while checking out the stranger’s physical attributes. When he met my gaze, my stomach clenched, and I quickly looked away, hyperaware of my thundering heartbeat.

Most sensible men would have turned their backs when confronted with temptation, but I was at my most vulnerable. Daring another look, I found him digging through his pea-green duffel. Along with his puffy jacket, the bag was taking up the adjoining seat, which could be mine for the taking. Resolved to correct the immediate problem, I stomped his way with determination. Some sixth sense must have alerted him because he lifted his head and tracked my progress with hawklike intensity.

I pointed at the spot occupied by his possessions, expecting an immediate response. Instead, his grayish-green eyes narrowed with suspicion. When I didn’t move, he clenched his jaw, gathered up his things, and dropped them on the floor by his feet.

“Thank you,” I murmured, settling on the molded plastic chair.

He ignored me.
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