Temptation Tuesday – Shadows In Savannah

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Shadows In Savannah comes out this Thursday. October 1st. As part of All Romance eBooks A Wicked Tale series. And I thought I’d give you a sneak peak…

He was hard. He was always hard when he woke, as most human men were from what he’d heard over the years, but his hardness, his stiff erection wasn’t painful. Even when tight and standing straight, his balls full and drawn up close to his body, he wasn’t in pain. It was a sensation akin to… To… He didn’t know. He didn’t have the words to describe it. It stole his breath and gave it back. If he touched himself, he wouldn’t want to stop. He would want to continue for hours, even days. He had done so before. Getting so lost in the sensations he couldn’t name, he had stayed in his bed for two days, stroking himself, existing only for the pleasure of his cock, neglecting his businesses, his responsibilities.

That was months ago. He hadn’t touched himself since. He hadn’t been this achingly hard since, either. And the only thing that had changed was the feeling, the knowledge that he had been watched last night.
He wanted to know who had done so and that thought propelled him out of bed and into the shower. He was a vampire. He didn’t get dirty. He didn’t sweat. He didn’t smell and his hair didn’t get oily. But the ritual helped him as he moved in and around the humans he dealt with on a daily basis. It helped him feel more like one of them if he shared in their simple experiences.

He could say, however, that he enjoyed the warm water as it slid over him. It was like being caressed and he relished the feeling of heat. It was why he slept wrapped up in blankets, why he kept the temperature in his penthouse set low enough he could tolerate being beneath the covers in his bed.

He had at one time been human and he often wondered if his need to cocoon himself when he slept was his way of trying to feel what it was once like for him. There was no way for him to find out. He had no idea who made him. He had no idea of anything before he was made.

Some days it grated on him, the mystery that was his life before. Other days, he never thought about it.
But what he couldn’t shake was how being watched made him feel and how ravenous he was for sex. For male sex. For cock.

He knew the one who’d watched him was not female. Their scent was different, even the undead ones. It was sweeter, almost too sweet at times. Arousal being one of them. Not that he’d ever said no to a female partner, but last night the scent wasn’t sweet. It was musk. Heavy. Full of lust. A predator having found prey.

Dane loved being preyed upon. Loved it and hated it. It was a constant war inside him and he wasn’t ever sure which side won out when he’d give in to whoever was preying on him. It turned out pleasurable for both in the end, but he had a feeling it would be different with last night’s predator.

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~lissa

Release Day

It’s been a long time since the last release day for me with a publisher. My self-publishing titles don’t make a splash and I’m not saying this one does either but a publisher published title sometimes does… It’s been over two years since I’ve had a Loose Id title too. The nerves y’all…

Then, of course, there’s the not so small fact that this release is a new genre for me. I felt similar nerves when I had a shifter release. And these are different nerves than that even… No less intense, but different.

Will people like it? Will people hate it? Will people get my voice when it comes to M/M writing? Will they not? I don’t write long books as it is, y’all know that, but that doesn’t take away from my wanting to write really good books. More than anything, I want to write really good books. People who read M/M seem very dedicated to it, just as those who are devoted shifter readers. That’s enough to send one’s nerve endings into frazzle. mode

M/M is a fun genre to write. It’s also intense and full of drama and stigma in a way that most M/F contemporary normally isn’t. I love exploring this genre. Reading it and writing it. I’ve found it has its own unique challenges and rewards.

I hope if you purchase Double Up that you’ll enjoy it and come back for more…

~lissa

Excerpt – Double Up

“You sure we should be doing this?” Even whispers sounded like yelling when all was quiet.

Bryson slanted a look at Walt. “I’m sure,” he said with finality. “It’s time for him to come to grips with this.”

Walt snorted. “I haven’t known him near as long as you have, but I have to say, I don’t think he wants to.”

“Tough shit, then,” Bryson returned hotly. And it was tough shit. For Jared. He’d been in charge of their lives for too long and continued to muck it up. Bryson and Walt had wanted to give Jared time and thought for sure Jared would come to his senses on his own. Evidently not. Jared could give a mule a run for his money in the stubborn department.

“He’ll say it won’t work, the three of us.” The uncertainty and edge of quiet resignation in Walt’s voice made Bryson’s chest ache. Walt wanted things to work out for all of them just as much as Bryson did. In his own way, maybe more so. While Jared and Bryson knew everything about each other, there was still so much for both of them to learn about Walt and vice versa.

“He’ll be wrong.” Bryson didn’t want to think about Jared not being able to come to grips with his feelings and to get over his damn fears and jealousy. Jared had never really told them what’d happened to make him want to end things. Bryson hadn’t thought he’d have to hold on to his questions for months, aching for answers.

“Even you don’t know that.”

“True, but I know him. I know how he feels about me, regardless of what he says. I know how he feels about you too. And it’s time for this shit to stop.” They couldn’t let Jared win or push them away again. Bryson loved him too much to let Jared’s fears win. Life just didn’t make sense without Jared, and while Bryson had been living without Jared on a day-to-day basis for three months, he wasn’t willing to live any more days without him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bryson saw Walt nod. They both knew this would be an uphill battle. Bry’s feelings for Jared hadn’t changed—not in the least?he just had feelings for Walt too. And he wasn’t the only one. Jared had feelings for the other man as well, which Walt returned in full measure.

Bryson turned the headlights off as he neared the house. He didn’t want Jared to refuse to open the door or greet them on the porch with a shotgun. Bryson stopped a good thousand feet or so from the front of the house and turned the engine off. They needed to be silent as the grave until the moment they knocked on the door. Or maybe…

“He might not answer the door, you know,” Walt said.

Bryson nodded at the other man’s whispered words, which mirrored Bry’s own thoughts moments earlier. “Hopefully he hasn’t started locking it.”

“Wouldn’t put it past him.”

They stepped quietly onto the wooden porch, and Bryson hesitated for just a second before opening the door and walking through as though he owned the place. He grinned in the darkness. Technically, he did. At least half of it. He and Walt had simply moved out to the small cabin when Jared refused to take the step that would have kept them all under the same roof and in the same bed. To tell them what was wrong.

The interior of the house was quiet, and save for the flicker of the television in the living room to the left, there was no other light. Three beer cans sat in a small pyramid on the coffee table, and Jared lay sleeping on the couch, one bare foot on the ground. He was shirtless, and his jeans were unbuttoned. He’d lost weight in the last few months, and the snoring he used to do had all but ceased. Something about that familiar sound being gone made Bryson sad.

Jared hadn’t been overweight, just a wall of solid muscle, but after Bryson and Walt moved out, Jared had worked himself just shy of exhaustion. It was how he battled being upset. Instead of talking things out or confronting what was wrong, he worked and slept and drank. It kind of pissed Bryson off, but in the past, given some time, Jared would usually get to a place where he was willing to talk. It seemed now that Bryson was going to have to force Jared into it.

“What’s the plan now?” Walt asked, quietly gathering up the beer cans.

“Wake his ass up,” Bryson offered to Walt’s retreating back. He leaned over Jared, unable to resist the other man’s lips. They were full and soft and split and bruised in the right corner where Bryson had punched him earlier. He tried to feel bad about it but didn’t.

He could kiss those lips now, though, and he did. The touch was tender, barely there, but enough that Jared shifted in his sleep.

Bryson missed sleeping with Jared in a way that sleeping with another man would never take the place of. Jared was his first love, his true love, his soul mate. Walt was as well, but it was a different kind of love. It was hard and rough and lustful. He could probably on some level live without Walt if he had to, but there was no way in hell he could ever live without Jared. That he’d tried to abide by Jared’s wishes for the last three months was testament to how much the other man meant to him. But Bryson was tired of it, tired of missing Jared, and he was going to make the stubborn cowboy see reason even if it killed all three of them.

Walt slipped silently back into the room and behind Bryson, his hands finding Bry’s hips. At this angle, with Bry bent over Jared as he was, he could continue kissing Jared, and Walt could slide easily into Bryson’s ass were they not dressed.

The ridge of Walt’s cock rubbed insistently against Bryson. “You want this?” Walt asked as his hand crept around and down the front of Bryson’s jeans to cup the cock straining there.

“Yes,” Bryson groaned, his mouth inches away from Jared’s lips. If the man woke up now, Bryson wasn’t sure what any of them would say. He had a fleeting image in his head that they would all be still as statues. Jared would be the first to move, erupting up from the couch in outrage, and Bryson wouldn’t be able to blame him. To keep that from happening, Bryson straightened and leaned back into Walt’s chest. Walt didn’t let go of Bryson’s cock, and Bryson didn’t ask him to.

“I know you love him,” Walt whispered against Bryson’s ear. “I know you love me too, but if it will—”

Bryson turned suddenly, nearly knocking them both off balance. He grabbed hold of Walt’s face in his hands and kissed the man soundly. “No,” he spoke softly against Walt’s lips, then pulled back, but stayed in Walt’s immediate, personal space. “No buts, no ifs. You aren’t leaving. I’m not letting you go. That’s not an option, Walt. Do you hear me? That’s not an option.”

“But letting me go was?”

Remember… Release day for this book is tomorrow, October 23.

~lissa

Cover Reveal – Double Up

Jared and Bryson started their life together by leaving their childhood homes to make their way west. Ending up in a small community near Livingston, Montana, with a small horse ranch, life is just about perfect for the two men until Jared gives Walt, a Native American drifter and horse trainer, a ride.

Sparks fly in the truck cab and when Jared gets him home, Walt finds himself caught between two hot-blooded cowboys, a place he never expected to be and one he doesn’t want to leave. Their idyllic ménage of love and lust hits the skids though when Jared experiences jealousy and fear. He issues an ultimatum to Bryson and Walt…either they leave, or he will.

Hoping Jared will come to his senses with time and space, Bryson and Walt wait. But after three months, Jared hasn’t budged. On his birthday, Bryson and Walt steal into the house they all once shared and wake him with a kiss, a grope, a thrust of hard bodies, and a birthday spanking he will never forget.

Will Jared be able to conquer his doubts and insecurities, or will he lose the only two people who will fight to keep him?

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~lissa