For those who don’t know, I received the rights back to my All They Ever Needed M/M DD Romance series in March of this year. The novels As Natural as Breathing, Took My Breath Away, & Breathe Each Other In have been rewritten, edited, and are ready for release.
As of today, they are in Early Release, which means you can get them for $1 off each book’s retail price of $2.99 AND download today at my online store. They are also available as a boxed set, which makes it even cheaper as the boxed set is only $6.99 retail price and is also $1 off for Early Release.
They will also be available in paperback on Sept 14th, which is the general release date.
Here’s a snippet from As Natural as Breathing, Book One. Logan is playing Santa at his parents’ holiday party and has finished his duties as Santa. He already plans on enjoying the party by spending time with his parents’ friends, but something more interesting interrupts.
Mind made up, he stood up and moved to go upstairs. He wanted to change into more comfortable clothing.
“Ho ho ho,” grunted a voice, and he turned to see a man seated on one of the chairs lining the walls. He wore a pair of jeans, a green button-down shirt, and cowboy boots. Logan tried not to focus on the cowboy boots. Cowboys were one of his fetishes. He could get a hard-on by thinking of one.
“Ho ho ho,” he returned, smiling at the good-looking man with extremely short, dark blond hair. For once since he came out, he wasn’t sure what to say to another guy, so he went with this Santa persona. “Have you been good this year?”
Biting the inside of his lip, Logan tried to ignore his now hard cock that was barely covered by the Santa coat. The thought of a naughty cowboy was almost too much for him to handle. “Well, now, we can’t have that,” he answered, his voice not as sure of itself as it had been. It sounded too breathy to him. “Naughty boys get coal in their stocking.”
Shrugging, the man looked around. “That would top off my year,” he said sullenly, all pretense of a good mood disappearing.
“What’s your name, young man?” he asked, trying to get his Santa voice back.
Looking back at him, the man shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. Go help the people who need you.” Without another word, he stood up and limped away without looking back.
Logan considered going upstairs and changing, but something about the gorgeous cowboy who looked like he was in pain was too much to ignore. Making a quick decision, he ran back into the room and dug through the bag. There were five items left: a G.I. Joe, a king-sized peppermint stick, a Barbie doll, a dinosaur figure, and a set of walkie-talkies. Closing his eyes, he dumped everything but the Barbie back in, shook the bag, and stuck his hand in. As soon as his hand landed on a toy, he opened his eyes and pulled it out. Grinning at the result, he turned and went in search of the cowboy who needed a pick-me-up.
The living and dining rooms were crowded and noisy. With the children gone, the alcohol consumption had increased and good sense decreased. Figuring the man he had spoken to would not want to be around people—Logan wouldn’t if he were not in a good mood—he slipped past the rooms and exited onto the back porch. As there was no light on, he couldn’t see much. Figuring it was too cold for anyone to stay out there, he turned to go back in. A voice came from his left.
“Got too hot in your Santa suit?”
Turning his head, he smiled, even though he couldn’t see anyone and knew they couldn’t see him well. “It was a bit hot in there. Besides, you forgot to wait for your toy.”
“I thought I told you I was naughty this year.”
“Santa knows,” he responded with bravado. “You know, that whole list thing.” His voice trailed off as he thought about how idiotic that sounded.
The man gave a sound that might be able to be called a chuckle. “I suppose that’s correct. So are you sayin’ that you checked your list twice? ’Cause I’m sure it would tell you that Christian Darringer was a bad boy this year.”
Christian Darringer. So this was the man who went to war and was almost murdered because he was gay. Logan was glad he had sought him out. “Nope. Don’t try and get on the naughty list. Naughty cowboys get spanked.” As soon as the words left his lips, he wanted to kick himself. What a crass thing to say. It was the kind of line he would use at the gay clubs he frequented in town, but never to… Gah! He was doomed.
A burst of something came from Christian. He wasn’t sure if it was laughter or anger. It was a gust of sound. “Naughty cowboys get spanked?” Christian spluttered. “Ah hell, don’t tell me. Santa watches porn.”
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