The Awesome Ava March

Ava writes 3 things that I absolutely LOVE… Regency period, Erotic Romance with some D/s elements, and Male/Male. How can one go wrong with this combination? The answer? One can’t. 

She has generously gifted us with four yummy excerpts which I will post over the next two days. She said I didn’t have to use them all, but… Yeah, I’m using them all!

Bound by Deception
Genre: M/M BDSM Regency-set historical erotic romance
Length: Novella
Author: Ava March  
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Lord Oliver Marsden has a secret. He’s been in love with his childhood friend for years, though Vincent’s never shown an interest in him beyond friendship. Ruggedly handsome, wealthy, and successful, Vincent is everything Oliver is not. And Vincent doesn’t prefer men.

Then Oliver discovers Vincent hires a man during his visits to a London brothel. Desperate to be with Vincent, Oliver orchestrates a deception, switching places with the brothel’s employee. When Oliver arrives at the bedchamber, he’s in for another surprise. Restraints and a leather bullwhip? Apparently Vincent isn’t as conservative as he appears.

Lord Vincent Prescot has a secret of his own. One kept locked away and only indulged once a month. But this month’s appointment is different. The mysterious man is so perfect, so beautiful in his submission, rousing protective instincts Vincent can’t deny. Yet he refuses to believe he might truly prefer men, for it could mean the end of his hopes of earning his father’s respect.
Will betrayal destroy them or will they be bound together by deception?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme and content, including bondage and spanking, male/male sexual practices


Rolling onto his side, Oliver reached for the top drawer of the bedside table and slid it open. The early morning sunlight seeping through the slits in the threadbare brown velvet drapes provided enough illumination for Oliver to see. But he didn’t need the light. His fingertips skimmed over the objects in the drawer, stopping when he encountered the distinctive ridges marking the veins on the shaft of the black marble dildo.

He set the dildo on the table beside the bottle of oil he hadn’t bothered to put away last night. Flicking the blanket aside, he lay back on the bed. The fire in the grate had burned out sometime during the night, but the chill April morning air did little to cool his already heated skin. He licked his palm then reached for his hard cock. It was the way he had started and ended every day for the past week, since he had last laid eyes on Vincent at White’s. His hand on his prick, stroking himself to orgasm. And after the dream he had last night…there was no way he could begin this day any differently than all the others.

That dream had been so vivid and crisp, so authentic, that when it woke him a few minutes ago, he had actually been shocked to find himself in his own bed, alone, without Vincent.

Closing his eyes, he fondled his cock as he sifted through the memories, those snippets of scenes from the dream, trying to decide where to start.

The brothel. That masculine, tidy bedchamber. Vincent, fully dressed and standing beside the large bed, arms crossed over his impressively broad chest as he appraised a naked Oliver.

Are you good at following orders? The deep cultured rumble of Vincent’s voice sounded in Oliver’s head.

 “Yes, milord,” he muttered.

I don’t recall giving you permission to touch your cock
Oliver snatched his hand to his side, left his prick resting on his lower belly. His breathing quickened. One time with Vincent and he was already addicted to the heady sense of anticipation. The added thrill of waiting, of being at another’s mercy, being forced to proceed at their pace.

Good boy. Then the hard command seeped back into his voice. Do you want me?


What do you want?

 “You. Your cock in my arse. Please, milord.”

Ah, you must be very, very good to earn that reward. First, you must show me how much you want me. Touch yourself, Oliver.

Reaching down, Oliver cupped his ballocks, dragged his palm roughly over his sac then up to his shaft. His grip firm, he picked up the familiar rhythm. He stroked the length, flicking a finger over the needy head, spreading the leaking fluid.

He ran his other hand up and down his abdomen, sweeping over the quivering muscles, pausing every now and then to deliver a hard pinch to his nipples. Lost in the decadent sensations, his head tipped back, his lips parting. He lifted his hips, rocking into each stroke. Faster and faster, his hand flew along his cock, chasing the climax teasing the edge of his mind. The muscles in his thighs trembled. His entire body drew tight. The orgasm coiled down his spine, gripped his bollocks.


Gritting his teeth, Oliver heeded the command. It hurt, in the most intense pleasurable way, to be left poised on the verge, teetering on the brink. Impatient and needy, his cock throbbed, sending heavy, quick pulses throughout his body in time to the rapid beat of his heart. He bit his lower lip, forced himself to remain still, to resist the almost unstoppable urge to touch his prick. Just one stroke. That was all it would take for him to come.

Are you ready for my cock?

“Yes, yes, please, milord.” The whispered words rushed out of Oliver’s mouth.

Then prepare yourself.

He snatched the glass bottle from the bedside table and poured a generous amount on his palm. Bending his knees, he spread his legs, feet planted on the mattress. He reached down under his thigh and oiled his entrance. Swirled his fingertips over the puckered skin then eased two of them inside. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched himself, prepared himself. His movements quick and efficient, to hold off the eminent orgasm strumming his senses. Then he coated the dildo, his hand slipping over the cool black marble. The width so substantial his fingers barely enclosed it. He had more than a few such toys in the bedside table drawer and this one most closely matched the dimensions of the real man’s cock. The crown wasn’t quite as broad and the length nearly an inch short of Vincent’s, but the shaft matched in thickness.

His arse tingled, eager and ready for that first amazing thrust. Holding the dildo by the flat circular base, he closed his eyes and waited for a moment. Let the anticipation build, let his nerves coil tighter and tighter. Sweat pricked his brow. A drop of precum leaked from his cock, dripping onto his skin. His ballocks clenched, drawing up so tightly it felt as though his testicles were trying to get inside his body.

Good boy, Oliver. Vincent’s voice was soaked in sin, low and luxurious. You want me, don’t you? Tell me.

“Yes, fuck me, Vincent, please,” Oliver said, the words hitching in his throat.

He positioned the dildo at his entrance then pushed. One long thrust, just as Vincent had done. Determined, persistent, demanding complete submission.

A wince tightened his brow, his mouth opening on a soundless cry of pleasure. He gasped for breath. Grabbed the blanket by his hip and gripped it tight. The intense stretch as his muscles worked to accommodate the intrusion caused a flush of raw heat to sweep over his skin. He shoved it deep, bottoming out, the base pressing hard against his flesh. It wasn’t quite as long as Vincent, and he craved that extra inch, the one only Vincent could provide.

Releasing the blanket, he pinched one nipple, twisting hard. Sharp sensation radiated across his chest. He arched his back and grabbed his cock, stroking furiously as he picked up a matching rhythm of hard, relentless thrusts. With each stroke, the veins along the marble shaft teased his hole, just as Vincent’s cock had done. His ballocks ached with a need to be touched. His nipples smarted, reminding him of the sweet luscious pain that was only a twist away. Damn it, he didn’t have enough hands.

“Beg for my cock. You want it, don’t you? Tell me.”

He could almost feel Vincent’s broad chest pressed against his, the heavy weight of his body, the heat from his skin, the warmth of his breath as he spoke those words into Oliver’s ear. He turned his head, searching for those firm lips, wanting to feel them against his own.

“Yes, I want you, Vincent. More…please,” he begged in broken tones.

If the real Vincent saw him now, like this — knees drawn up to his chest and ramming a big dildo in his arse…

© Ava March 2008

I need a really cold drink now!

Let’s Get This Party Started! Cara McKenna!

We are starting off today with one of my very special guest authors. She currently writes for Ellora’s Cave and has a couple of very Smokin’ books. I mean, have you seen the covers? If not, well, just stick around and you will!

Brazen by Cara McKenna
Buy link:
My site:


The rules are simple. Be quiet, look sexy, follow orders.

Caroline’s plans for maintaining a harem of eager young men are going as smooth as could be, until a troublesome newcomer arrives and throws her tidy kingdom into disorder. He seems perfect at first. Breathtaking eyes, gorgeous face, a body custom-made to keep a greedy woman up nights.

But Sean’s got something else too—the will and the power to get under Caroline’s skin in a way she can’t stand. And can’t stay away from. He’s too disobedient to work out as a disposable toy in her harem, but it’d be a shame to waste a willing body as fine as his… Perhaps all the man needs is a little discipline.


    I dress in a cashmere turtleneck and a layered crepe skirt and flats, and I wander upstairs at my leisure. I pour two glasses of wine and find him in the den, the television droning softly, reading lamps glowing. He’s watching an old movie on TV, probably just the last channel I left it tuned to. I hand him the glass.

    “Join me,” he says, as if this were his home.

    I glare at him again but I sit and we drink, and we watch the movie for a few minutes. I know what’s going to happen between us and it frightens me, so I drink more. He takes the glasses after a little while and sets them on the coffee table, ignoring the coasters. I fix this transgression and then he pulls me back into the cushions and kisses me.

    It’s been forever since I’ve kissed anyone. Since well before the divorce, and even before the sex dried up in my marriage. My husband and I still fucked long after we quit bothering to be affectionate toward one another. The last time I did this, it turned my stomach. This time, it’s wondrous. Behind the wine, I can taste him. The faintest trace of salt and some elemental human flavor. His hands cradle my jaw, and he’s in charge. He starts with nips, little bites on my lower lip. Then suckling. His tongue traces the seam of my mouth then penetrates—just as it did to my pussy four nights ago, except this moment is a hundred times more intimate and personal and raw.

    I study his handsome face with my hands, feeling his cheekbones and his temples, pressing my thumb against the shallow cleft in his chin, brushing my fingertips over his closed eyelids.

    I pull my mouth away and ask, “How old are you?”

    “How old do you want me to be?”

    “Between twenty and twenty-eight.” I’m nervous now, hoping he’ll lie if need be. I study him harder. He has little signs of wear, a hundred tiny things that combine to create something the other boys don’t possess. Dignity. Experience. Substance and wisdom.

    “I’m going to disappoint you again,” he says.

    “My assistant is going to get a stern talking to. Didn’t he check your ID?”

    “He did,” Sean says. He kisses me. “He said you’d forgive him.”

    “So how old are you?”

    “Thirty-two,” he says, and I feel something cold drop into my stomach—danger. He’s young, but not young enough. It has nothing to do with the fetish, the taboo, the harem, the rules. It has everything to do with reality. In reality, I could never be with a man who’s twelve or fifteen or twenty years younger than me. It’s an impossibility and a relief. That Sean is only seven years my junior is scary. That I could be seen with him out to dinner at a restaurant and not be judged is terrifying.

    “This isn’t going to work,” I say. I pull away from him and I feel chilly.

    “I wasn’t suggesting it would.”

    “What do you want from me?” I ask again. “From this?” I wave my hand to mean the room, the house, the scenario. Us.

    “What do you want from this?”

    “I think it’s pretty obvious.”

    “Let me stay for the evening,” he says, “and I’ll show you what it is you really want. Just let me stay, and watch you with the others and you’ll see.”

    “You watch and I’ll see?”

    He nods.

    “You’re a cocky little shit,” I say, and I smile at him, amused. “Let me pour you another glass.”

Okay! Readers, don’t forget to comment and don’t forget to start following the blog for your chance to win presents! 
Our next excerpt will go up at 12:30PM EST!


Excerpt Schedule Is As Follows

Please remember, some of these will be very NAUGHTY excerpts!!! 


Noon: Cara McKenna
12:30: Ava March
1:00: Eliza Gayle
1:30: Lissa Matthews
2:00: Ava March
2:30: Mari Freeman
3:00: Selena Blake
3:30: Desiree Holt
4:00: Juniper Bell
4:30: Sierra Cartwright

8:00AM: Ava March
8:30: Leila Brown
9:00: Cara McKenna
9:30: Selena Blake
10:00: Samantha Kane
10:30: Selena Illyria
11:00: Amy Ruttan
11:30: Ava March
12:00: Michelle Polaris
12:30: Eliza Gayle
1:00: Juniper Belle
1:30: Lissa Matthews



Man Candy…Just to WET your appetite!

One of our authors, Desiree Holt, whom you’ll read an excerpt from later today has graciously supplied us with some hot hunks!

I decided to add a couple from my own collection:
Where do you get your man candy? 

Presents Galore for My Birthday!

HI!!!!!!! Welcome to the first day of my 2 day birthday blog party! I am so excited and so nervous! I’m glad you all have come to read HOT excerpts, maybe read some authors you’ve not been introduced to before, and enter to win presents presents and MORE presents! 

That’s right. You heard me. It’s my birthday (tomorrow the 22nd) and I am giving presents to readers. Some of my author friends are giving presents too! To win, all you need to do is comment on all the excerpts and follow my blog and/or the blog of author posting the excerpt by midnight March 1st. I’ll choose winners from all the entrants using and post the winners here on my blog as well as email them, so please be sure to leave us your email address. 
So, are you ready? Do you have any questions? Comment on this post if you do. 
There will be 10 excerpts a day between today and tomorrow, every 30 minutes starting at Noon today. The authors that have generously offered up excerpts are:
Cara McKenna
Ava March
Eliza Gayle
Lissa Matthews (yes, me too)
Mari Freeman
Selena Blake
Desiree Holt
Juniper Bell
Leila Brown
Samantha Kane
Selena Illyria
Amy Ruttan
Michelle Polaris
Awesome group of gals, huh? And I bet you’re wondering what the presents are, huh? I know, I’d be wondering, too! 
All in all between myself and my fellow authors, we’ll be giving away 14 eBooks and the fabulous Selena Illyria will be giving away a totebag with one of her book covers on it and some chocolate! OMG…I wanna win that!


On top of that, I will be giving away some gift cards. 4 in all. 
1 $25 Amazon
1 $25 Teavana
1 $15 Starbucks
1 $15 ARe eBook Bucks

Happy Birthday Pictures, Images and Photos

Shall we get on with? Shall we get started? I think so… I’m ready to read some excerpts, see some man candy, have some cake, and hear from you, the readers! 


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