It wasn't the purveyor of flesh blocking the doorway #MidweekTease #amwriting #MMRomance

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This week I have a different story to tease you with. It is still part of the World's End series that you've been reading but features different characters. This story is due for submission on Friday for an anthology coming out later this year. Wish me luck.

In the meantime, let me introduce you to Enzo and Lexan. These two are such lost souls. They find each other due to circumstances but will they find love?

I hope you enjoy it. It's still a first draft so pardon any errors.

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"Congratulations, Enzo," Kazuyo said in a soft voice like he was talking to a child who had pleased him. "You have a new owner."

Taking a deep breath, I suppressed my anger and, for the first time in weeks, allowed my shoulders to relax a little. The future remained uncertain yet I wouldn’t lose the one thing that had kept me together the past few months. Hope.

Hope that I would escape this degrading life. Hope that I would reunite with my family. Hope for the vengeance I would mete out on those who have wronged me.

Hope. I clung onto it as my guards returned and untied me from the pulleys, leading me down the bright corridor accompanied by the sound of rattling chains. The holding cell had nothing in it but stripped back brick wall.

"On your knees," Guard number one ordered.

Normally his tone would've irritated me. Now it had no effect as I complied, the only thoughts in my head of getting out of here.

He removed the cuffs and chains attached to my wrists and ankles. I rubbed my unbound arms, getting the circulation going again.

The other man shoved some clothes at me. "Put these on."

I stared from the items on the floor back up at the guards. They were not that much bigger than me. I could take them down and make a run for it. Easier said than done though, considering I still had the damned electronic collar around my neck. The contraption was nasty. It delivered crippling electric shocks to the wearer. I knew from first-hand experience how much it hurt.

The guards smirked as if they knew what I was thinking.

Suddenly the men stiffened and stepped outside the room. I wondered if Kazuyo was back. But it wasn't the purveyor of flesh blocking the doorway.

My breath caught in my throat.

A man in fitted black jacket and trousers—designer, no less—a dark blue shirt and no tie. In my old life, I had been more of a plaid shirt and faded denim king of guy. So I could smell city slickers a mile away. But he didn't project the usual arrogance and brusque attitude a country guy like me had come to expect from his type.

In fact, I couldn’t read him at all. Long black hair fell to his shoulders. Combined with his lean and angular body he appeared almost feminine. Half of his face was covered by a black mask. But the piercing cold and motionless expression was what really got my attention. He had the most intense eyes I'd ever seen, the color of steel blades—perfect, sharp and deadly.

He stared at me with no smile, no emotion. Still my body temperature rose under his gaze and I resisted the urge to adjust my position. No man had ever elicited that reaction from me before. Damn, he didn't even blink.

He stepped into the room and shut the door, leaning against the bare wall. At the moment we were at polar opposites. I being completely naked and he covered from neck to toes in luxurious fabrics. I should've been uncomfortable. I'd seen the way others leered at my bare form. Yet in his gaze I saw… admiration?

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A man as brutal and deadly as father #MidWeekTease #amwriting #mmromance

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease and thank you to the lovely Sandra Bunino for providing the opportunity for us writers to share our work with all you lovely readers.

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If you've been reading the last few weeks, you'll know trouble's been brewing. Well today, Carl finally finds out how dangerous Dante can be. And who is Renata? :)

I hope you enjoy it. It's still a first draft so pardon any errors.
*Note, this is written in UK English.
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Carl/Carlos

As we descended the short maple stairs from the hall, my heart stopped at the scene in front of me. Was the gasp Renata's or mine?

The open plan area lay bathed with light streaking in from the walls of glass, the usually breathtaking panoramic view of palm trees, cerulean sky and ocean overshadowed by the scene of looming violence inside.

In the middle of the space, D had his left arm wrapped around Marcos's throat, his right hand holding a black hand gun to my brother's temple.

I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. As part of being on my best behaviour and knowing Renata was visiting today, I hadn't taken any alcohol or drugs. So I definitely wasn't high.

From this angle, I could only see his broad back and side. Still I recognised the profile, recalled the silky feel of his thick black hair in my palms and the unshaven bristles on the chin that scrubbed against my skin as he kissed me, our bodies slick with sweat as he pulsed inside me.

It was D alright. Dark, domineering and dangerous D. Here in my living room, looking every bit the powerful man I remembered and sharply dressed in a dark fitted suit and tie as if he'd just stepped out of a business meeting. Another man stood beside D, less formally attired in black t-shirt, navy denim black boots, gun raised in Dad's direction. Father's goons surrounded the men in a kind of tense Mexican stand-off.

"Tell your men to back off. Or I'll put a bullet in your son's head." D's voice sounded calm and authoritative. No trace of fear.

The way I pictured D in this scene

How could he not be afraid? Sweat beaded my forehead and not from the usually close-to-freezing temperature my father preferred, considering we lived in the tropics. No, I shook with fear from the number of guns pointed at D.

A ruthless man, my father wouldn't care about sacrificing his son. He would sooner put a bullet through Marcos himself than lose the upper hand. Didn't D know who he stood against?

Perhaps Marcos being the favoured son was the only thing keeping him alive at the moment.

Dad took a cigar out of his pocket, clipped the end off and lit it as if he had no care in the world. Behind, an oil painting of him dominated the only white brick wall.

My shoulders tensed. I knew that move. This was Father indicating he didn't give a shit.

Whatever reasons my lover from two weeks ago had for being in my house with a gun at my brother's head, I needed to do something to defuse the situation. Or there would be a bloodbath. I couldn’t let D get hurt. Or die.

"Dad—" I swallowed the lump in my throat "—Renata is here." I reminded him of the girl clutching my hand and trembling by my side. "Her father won't be happy if she gets hurt. There will be no wedding." And no alliance. Nothing else was more important to my father's ambition at this point in time. He needed the expansion into the northern territories. He needed the alliance with Renata's father.

Heart thumping hard and fast against my ribs, I prayed for my father to do something. Make the right decision. In the end he waved his hand. His men lowered their guns and stepped outside.

Dad sat on one of the white leather sofa, legs stretched out as he puffed on the cigar, his gold colt 45 on his lap. He collected the damn things and dedicated a room to his gun collection. If it was gold, had bling on it and was previously owned by a dead drug lord, my father had a cabinet for it.

"No member of the Montez clan is welcome here," my old man said. "Unless of course you've changed your mind about opening up your territories to my shipments."

Wait a minute. D was from the Montez cartel? He was a gangster? A man as brutal and deadly as father?

Blood drained from my head, body swaying. I gripped the edge of a window sill to steady myself and not flop on the marble floor like a marionette.

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If he keeps hiding he'll miss out on something special @NikkaMichaels #MMRomance

Author +Nikka Michaels is here today showing off her latest book, Dating for Deafies, a short story #MMRomance published by Wayward Ink Publishing. Check it out.

Dating for Deafies

by +Nikka Michaels 

Genre: M/M, Short Story, Romance

Release Date: March 26, 2015

He didn't expect to pay with his life #MidWeekTease #amwriting #mmromance

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease and thank you to the lovely Sandra Bunino for providing the opportunity for us writers to share our work with all you lovely readers.

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Last week we saw Carl in trouble with his father. This week Dante is in trouble with the same man.

I hope you enjoy it. It's still a first draft so pardon any errors.
*Note, this is written in UK English.
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Dante

As we waited for another car to turn up—ours was ridden with bullet holes—I pondered the level of greed that would make a man like Gambini risk his life like he just did when he could've paid his debts. Instead he'd wanted to avoid them even when he knew death stood as alternative.

The same kind of greed had destroyed my life as a child in San Jose. The same city where someone had ordered a hit on my life. The same city that Carl... Carlos Martinez-Carmichael lived in. Muscles on my shoulders knotted at the coincidence.

"That name he said in there, Santos, you recognised it, right?" Marshall drew my attention with his question.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I replied, "Yes. It's the name of the driver of the car I asked you to check out for me last week."

Lines marked his face. "First he follows you, now he wants to kill you. What's going on?"

Head tilted back, sun rays heated my face as I blew out air. As consigliere—adviser—and head of security, Marshall deserved to know events that had led up to this. Moreover, I trusted him with my life daily.

Gaze fixed at the outbuilding currently housing the bodies of the dead assassins, my words were without inflection. "While I was away I met someone, a young man. It turned out he was Juan Pablo Martinez-Carmichael's son. I didn't know until afterwards. Mr Santos works for him."

"The Baron?" His voice rose with alarm as he tilted his head sideways.

I nodded.

"Juan Pablo is one crazy mean sonofabitch and you fucked his son? Merda! No wonder he wants you dead." Marshall threw his hands up in the air and paced, gravel crunching under his shoes.

Crazy thing was that I wanted to fuck Carl again even knowing what I knew about the lad. "I don't give a shit."

"Tell me what happened." He leaned against our battered car, arms crossed over his chest.

I did the same and crossed legs at the ankles before telling him what happened with Carl. How he'd approached me in the club, my dismissal of him and subsequently saving him in the alley. How I took him back to the hotel and we'd spent the night and next day together. I skimmed the details but I'm sure Marshall could tell from the softness of my voice how the boy had gotten under my skin in the little time we'd spent together. Then my voice hardened as I told of how I'd confronted the men following Carl and I, and how he'd subsequently confessed to setting me up.

My nose flared and knuckles cracked in my fists at remembering how he'd manipulated me and I'd fallen for his act. I'd been so angry at him; I'd simply walked out of the cafe without looking back instead of doing something I'd later regret.

Of course the fact that he was a Martinez-Carmichael had worried me at the time but I hadn't paid it much attention. Carl's father, The Baron, as he was known among the cartels had made it known a long time ago that we were enemies since we'd refused working with him on his drug business.  We cut off all his supply routes into the Montez territories and other southern colonies that asked for our help.

So I knew the fact I'd ended up in bed with his son spelt bad news. I'd expected him to request some kind of hefty compensation, perhaps even try muscling into some of my provinces. But I'd never expected to pay with my life.

"This is fucked up. What do you want to do?" Marshall asked when I finished telling him what had happened.

"I'm not going to wait for the next wave of assassins to come after me. I'm taking the fight to The Baron."

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Showcasing the Mercenary in Love series by @VanessaSims18 #mmromance

Today, author Vanessa Sims is showing off her Mercenary in Love series. Check it out.

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His Mercenary (Mercenary In Love Book 1)

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Chase Black and his team are Mercenaries who go after Human Traffickers.
Working a case for the FBI, Chase meets special agent Cameron Allen.

Special Agent Cameron Allen has been with the FBI for five years.
Being an openly gay man in the agency is not easy, but he does his job well.

Chase and Cameron team up to find Angelo Marini, who has escaped from FBI custody. Working close together, Chase and Cameron can't fight their attraction for each other, even if they wanted to.

What happens when a Mercenary and FBI agent come together to find a wanted fugitive and fall in love in the process?



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Can this Master give up the reins to save their lives? Tricking Chase @JessieGBooks #comingsoon

Today, I'm happy to welcome the lovely +Jessie Gin on my blog who's here to show the cover of the first book in the Devil's Pride Series. She's also giving away 2 copies of The Protector to 2 lucky persons, so be sure to enter the giveaway.

Without further ado, here is is the cover for Tricking Chase...

"Great story" A review of For A Reason by @JessieGBooks #amreading #mmromance

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Former Marine and full time big brother, Bull Connor spends his days helping those in need of a second chance and his nights fighting the inner demons that won’t let go. During a routine tow he comes face to face with the only person who refuses to need him and the one man he wishes would.

As a throw away, Ian Jones is used to being alternately overlooked or ridiculed but hasn’t given up on the idea that with just one chance he could turn it all around. Rescued by the one person who neither overlooks nor ridicules him, he longs to be seen as more than just a man in need.

Ian isn’t pining for the family he’s never known but when they descend, unwanted and uninvited, Bull must prove that he’s the man who will protect Ian’s long neglected heart by sharing the demons that torment his wounded soul.

His father was never pleased with him #MidWeekTease #amwriting #mmromance

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Last week, we know Dante and Carl spent their first weekend together. But the weekend doesn't exactly end well for both of them due to something that Carl did. In this scene, we get a little bit of an insight into Carl's life and what happens afterwards.

 I hope you enjoy it. It's still a first draft so pardon any errors.
*Note, this is written in UK English.
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His taste exploded in my mouth #MidWeekTease #amwriting #mmromance

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease and thank you to the lovely Sandra Bunino for providing the opportunity for us writers to share our work with all you lovely readers.

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This week I'm bringing you a sexy scene. You've all being great over the weeks as Dante and Carl have gotten to know each other. Well, this is the morning after their first night together and it seems neither of them is ready to walk away yet.

I hope you enjoy it. It's still a first draft so pardon any errors.
*Note, this is written in UK English.
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