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Book Blast: Claimed By Desire, Skye Jones


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New Release news!

Claimed by Desire is now out.

Broken by the loss of his mate, wolf shifter Dylan returns to his birthplace in Wales with only one thing on his mind…revenge. When Aeron enters his life, their intense attraction is too powerful to ignore, and budding attraction soon becomes something deeper. Steamy passion fills the pages of Claimed By Desire, Book 2 of my hot and sexy romance series, Wild Hunters.

*Although part of a series it can be read as a standalone*

Early reviews are already coming in and they say:

“5* Claimed by Desire was an awesome, paranormal, sexy and very HOT story”

“Oh boy do I love a good shapeshifter story, but that is an understatement, in regards to Claimed by Desire, because this was an amazingly fantastic read.”

“Skye Jones wowed me with Claimed by Desire…not to be missed. Skye Jones has created a winner.”


Dylan Roberts returns to the Wales of his birth a changed man after the violent death of his mate. Having turned his back on being a bounty hunter and sworn off love for life, all he wants now is revenge.

When he meets Aeron Lombardo, his new farmhand, Dylan resents the intense attraction that blossoms between them. But Aeron won’t stop pushing and soon things take a hot and sexy turn.

As passions rise, danger rears its ugly head. Now Dylan and Aeron must choose whether to separate or commit to one another totally. Will Dylan take the final step and claim his new mate?

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Book Blast: What No One Else Can Hear by Brynn Stein

2958454What No One Else Can Hear, Brynn Stein
Release Date: July 27, 2015

DreamSpinner Press

Young Stevie Liston is diagnosed with autism, but is really an overwhelmed empath who mentally called out for help. Jesse McKinnon heard him in a dream from clear across the country, and that dream sent him on a six-year search to find Stevie. Once they meet, they think everything will work out and Jesse will help Stevie cope.

Stevie does improve immensely, but a disgruntled coworker of Jesse’s conspires with Stevie’s estranged but politically powerful father to keep Stevie and Jesse apart with trumped-up legal charges claiming Jesse sexually abused the boy. Jesse must watch helplessly as Stevie loses all the advances he’s made.

If it wasn’t for his growing relationship with his coworker Drew Ferguson, Jesse knows he wouldn’t have the strength to fight for his rights and Stevie’s future. Drew just might be the real thing, but with the very real possibility of serving jail time for a crime he didn’t commit, Jesse’s hopes for a future with Drew might be doomed.
Pages or Words: 220 pages
Categories: Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal



I COULDN’T believe it. I stood in the doorway of a child’s room on the third floor of the Lynneville Center for Children with Autism after having been hastily hired and sent up here. At first I was shocked to see dozens of expertly drawn pictures of me taped up all over the walls. Then I noticed the four worried-looking adults in the room, their attention focused on the bed. In that bed, seemingly catatonic, was the very boy I’d been seeing in my dreams for almost six years.

I had been looking for Stevie all that time, but now that I had found him, I realized that until that moment I’d always had the smallest doubt that he was real—almost a hope that there wasn’t a suffering child who needed me, whom it had taken me so long to find. All my energy for six years had been focused on finding him, yet a niggling doubt had remained … until I stepped through that doorway.

“Stevie,” I whispered. “I finally found you.”

He didn’t move; he only blinked on reflex. He simply lay on the bed, so still, and stared at the ceiling. I knew I could help him. I moved to his side, nudging the doctor out of the way, and touched his hand.

“Come on, man. Come on back now.” I put my hand on his head, and Stevie immediately turned his head toward me. Though his eyes were still a little unfocused, he had no trouble recognizing me.

“Hi, Bear,” he said and reached out to be hugged, as he always had in my dreams.

It was so natural for Stevie to talk to me and hug me that it didn’t occur to me it might be strange for the staff gathered in Stevie’s room. They were suddenly doing the best imitations of goldfish I had ever seen. The doctor and the other man had comically wide eyes, while the two women looked almost ready to cry from shock or maybe just relief.

The older one, a lady in her forties, seemed to recognize my confusion. She came to stand close to me and said in a hushed voice, “That’s the first time we’ve ever heard him speak.”

He always could, of course.

He spoke to me all the time in my dreams.

He finally let go and looked at me. “Bear, you’re here? You’re really here?” His gaze scanned the room. “Not in the forest?”

“No, buddy.” I laid him back down and rubbed his hand as I spoke. “Not in the forest this time. We’re right here, in your room.”

Stevie yawned and looked exhausted.

“Go to sleep, big guy. I’m working at the center now, so I’ll be waiting for you when you wake up.”

He smiled and was asleep almost immediately.

By that time the staff’s shock had worn off and curiosity had set in with a vengeance. We barely stepped out of Stevie’s room before the never-ending string of questions began.

“Bear?” “Forest?” “Stevie can talk?” The questions bombarded me simultaneously.

We all took seats in the living room area and I set about answering their questions. I was hoping what they had just witnessed would keep them from laughing me out of the room. The story I had to tell them was pretty spectacular.

Dottie, the lady in her forties, started things off by introducing me to the others. Dr. Brown was the physician on staff and had been watching Stevie decline over the last several months with no idea how to help him. Hank and Stacy were the other staff members who had been in Stevie’s room. They, along with Dottie, were support staff for the students who lived here, providing whatever assistance they needed, with supervision and compassion. Other people working on the hall that night wanted to hear as much of the story as possible, so they came and went, working when needed, listening when they could, as did Dottie, Hank, and Stacy.

“I don’t even begin to know where to start asking questions,” Dr. Brown finally admitted.

“The beginning is always nice,” Stacy said.

I smiled and thought Stacy had a good idea, so I told them about my first meeting with Stevie.

About the author:
Brynn has always loved to write about strong male characters and their close friendships. When she found the world of m/m fiction, she fell in love. Finally, a way to bring those strong male characters together and let those emotional connections spill over into deeper relationships. Sometimes her characters go through the emotional wringer, but they always have each other.

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Publisher: Dreamspinner
Cover Artist: Reese Dante

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Recycled Post: Writing Family

1176682The fun thing about writing about a family is coming up with quirky characters. ‘Cause who doesn’t love a quirky character? Now, whether or not you love the crazy nuts in your family tree is a different story all together.

The Shoes & Ties series follows the Brody Family, the twins Ashten and Jesse mostly.

Shoes & Ties was my very first novel (novella). When I started out, with absolutely no clue what I was doing, Ashten was a triplet, and he had two older brothers that were twins. Super realistic, right? After writing a bit… well, quite a lot actually, and then learning even more, I decided to make Ashten a twin and he had just one older brother.

Jesse, star of Lumber & Law, was my quirky character. I was never sure what he was going to say, but he had me laughing pretty much anytime he was in a scene. To this day he is still one of my favorite characters. The idea for his story didn’t come until I was almost completely done with S&T and I finished writing L&L before S&T was published.

Someday… and I stress SOMEDAY…I might just have to write a story for Thom (the twin’s dad) cause who doesn’t love him, amiright?



Guest Blog: Submit for Redemption: Book One – Submission by Robert Cage and Kathryn Sparrow

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Horse Play in Submit for Redemption: Book One – Submission Kathryn Sparrow My name is Kathryn Sparrow. I’m here today with my writing partner, Robert Cage. We wrote Submit for Redemption: Book One – Submission. Thanks to Jena Wade for letting us guest here today!

Robert and I both love horses and horseback riding.

I was one of those girls—you know the ones. I lived for riding. From six until sixteen I begged my parents for a horse. I went to a camp that had horses and was part of the cabin that took care of them in exchange for extra riding privileges.

We decided that Ev and Finny would go on a horseback ride during their time on the island. First, we had to pick color and breed—that’s just how we roll.

Ever since the movie Ladyhawke, I have had a special place in my heart for Friesians—the long flowing mane and tail, the feathering at their feet. These are beautiful horses and they are often black.

Robert, on the other hand, loves Andalusians. Pearl White Andalusians are his favorite. Secret fact—Robert just bought a new horse. When he told me I guessed “white Andalusian.” I was right.

After some discussion, we decided to have one of each of our favorite breeds. Finny would ride the Friesian stallion and Ev would ride a white Andalusian mare. Because the setting for this scene was the Island of Phineas, a Greek Island, Robert named them Perseus and Andromeda.

We both really liked the symbolism of the colors. At this point in the story, Ev has processed his feelings of guilt. In some sense, he has been wiped clean. His motives are pure. Finny, however, is just starting to understand that he has demons and that the things he has done in the past have darkened his soul. His motives are not pure—he had an agenda from the moment he “met” Ev, in quite a pre-planned way.

The rescue scene where Andromeda runs off with Ev was taken from a real event that happened in my life. I was on a horse at the end of a field on a trail ride. Earlier in the ride we had cantered across that field. When we returned to it on the ride home some of the girls wanted to canter again. I had decided to hold back because my horse was being a bit troublesome. However, the others started before I could get a good grip on the reins.

We had also forgotten that horses like to go home and knew this was the direction to get there. Instead of a gentle canter, several horses took off at a wild gallop and my horse followed. There was no Finny to rescue me. At the end of the field, the horse stopped and I tumbled to the ground. He had broken some part of his tack in the process, so I had to walk him back in a fair amount of pain. Don’t worry—I got better. It was fun to incorporate this into Ev’s story and change the ending.

If you’ve already read Submit for Redemption: Book One – Submission and are a horse lover like me, you have more good horse scenes to look forward to in Book Two.

Robert Cage I’m Robert Cage, co-author of Submit for Redemption: Book One – Submission. We really appreciate Jena Wade hosting Kathryn and I today.

Very soon after Kathryn and I met, the subject of horses quickly found its way into our conversation. As with many other elements in the novel, horseback riding just seemed to “fit” with Submit for Redemption and its characters, especially the character of Finny.

Given that Finny is a Duke who grew up in the north of England, it made sense that his controlling class-conscious father would only “approve” of the traditional “gentlemanly” sports for his son: hunting, shooting, stalking, fishing, and riding were literally all he was allowed to do to escape the somewhat suffocating air inside his ancestral home, Stratham Hall. I suspect it had been a chore for Finny to get his father to even approve of a fencing class!

We establish gradually that Finny’s childhood was far from idyllic — he suffered both physical and emotional abuse from his father, and his circle of friends was controlled and limited. Consequently, he grew up quite lonely. His morning horseback rides were one of the few things that kept the young aristocrat sane.

When you co-write with someone, you find you naturally become closer to some characters than others. Ev was always Kathryn’s character — she imbued him with a more than a few character traits and experiences of her own, and Finny was always mine. While my childhood was neither as grand nor as tumultuous as Finny’s, I would escape on horseback frequently as a boy. We were fortunate enough to have a large stable that housed our own horses as well as others that we would board and exercise for neighbors and friends.

As I was riding quite a bit during puberty, it was hard to “not” connect the dots between sexuality and riding. Virtually everything about the sport is highly sensual: the movement of your hips and legs, the visceral connection that grows between yourself and your horse over time, the way literally every movement you make (no matter how subtle) instigates a reactive movement in the beast you’re straddling. Horses are extremely intelligent animals and they grow to expect certain behaviors from you. It is not uncommon for them to “test” you, especially when they are young, so it’s important as a rider to learn to be able to “listen” to the gentle (and sometimes not so gentle) cues they provide to you. It’s much easier to get to know your horse if you’re his/her sole rider, and I think that stability gives the horse a sense of security as well. They know what to expect from you and they will reveal their personalities much more quickly and easily — they aren’t as guarded and they won’t hold back if they’re happy or unhappy with your handling.

It was that dynamic—the inherent dominance of the rider, the submission of the beast—that also lent itself to our story’s BDSM context. While you definitely must assert that you are in charge with any horse by being a confident rider, you must also keep an open mind (or risk substantial peril) and listen to what your horse wants and needs. Like all animals, horses have a long “genetic memory” (at least I believe this)—they know what their purpose is and are happiest when fulfilling it. Horses have been bred for riding for thousands of years, after all, and when they find a master who knows “how it’s done” they respond almost joyously—just as draught horses seem content when pulling things. The pure idealized concept behind BDSM is finding fulfillment in set roles with distinct parameters but also in keeping a line of communication open to allow changes in those parameters when they’re warranted, and so horses just seemed an ideal vehicle and metaphor to us for Submit for Redemption.

And yes, Kathryn is right—I love Andals—for a number of reasons. I just find their appearance stunningly regal, especially the pearl whites, though the grays are much more popular. To me, Andals are just athletic enough but not so much so that they’re constantly “on fire.” Their temperaments are sweet and docile, overall. I’ve had a few Arabians over the years that, while magnificent dynamos, tend to be very strong-willed and bursting with energy, many times when you’re not ready for it. An Andal seemed to be a good fit for Everett’s first ride — distinctive, elegant, but well-tempered.

As Phineas is a Greek name, I thought it would be cool to give all the horses Greek names as well, so look for plenty more exotic breeds with exotics names coming in Book Two!


When Army Ranger Captain Everett Palmer enters gay BDSM club Cuffed Links, he is seeking brutal punishment for what he perceives to be an unforgivable failure: allowing an entire squad of men under his command to die while he worked to defuse a bomb at his base. Everett initially wants only pure pain, which professional interrogator and jaded British aristocrat Colonel Phineas Bainbridge is more than prepared to give. Their meeting, however, is not at all by chance.

Phineas has been contracted to coerce a false confession from Everett, implicating the captain in planting the bomb. Phineas has tortured many men in the past, but there is something different about Everett Palmer, a man whose sheer purity of soul causes the colonel to question his every selfish, devious act and legion of war crimes.

In Submit for Redemption: Book One – Submission, erotic romance and spiritual redemption come from the most unexpected places – from the seedy extremes of a smoke-laden, neon-drenched bondage den to the tropical, hedonistic pleasures of Phineas’ private Greek island.

On this unbidden psychosexual odyssey, Everett and Phineas find exactly what they don’t expect: a chance to redeem their troubled souls and fulfil their every romantic ideal. But the clock is ticking. The deeper Phineas falls in love with Everett, the harder it becomes to finish his assigned task. If he succeeds, the consequences may be far more explosive than he ever anticipated.


Finny looked Everett up and down. “You’re actually something of a first,” he said.

“Why’s that?” Ev asked.

“Oh, most of my conquests were a trifle on the feminine side, until now.”

Ev chuckled. “What makes you think you’ve conquered me?”

Finny smiled. “Haven’t I? Well, we shall see my good captain. I’m still something of a spoiled little brat at heart. When I want something, I take it.” He laughed, the same evil chortle Ev had grown so fond of hearing. His prick became instantly hard. Ev broke into a run, jogging into the barn.

“Come get me, then!” he dared.

Ev darted into one of the long stalls, jumping back as he noticed the dapple gray mare occupying it. The stall had a long corridor on one side, and a roomy, gated area for the horse. The aisle was stacked with hay bales. Various accessories and tack were organized neatly along one wall on a pegboard.

“Oh, pet?”

Everett crouched down, feeling like a mischievous child in trouble with dad.

He listened as Finny continued to call his name. “Pet? Don’t be naughty now…”

Ev heard the sharp clip of Finny’s crop against his boot top. He heard a whistling, followed by a crack. By this time, his erection was driving him mad, which was obviously Finny’s intention.

The click of boots got louder and he edged himself toward the door.

“Come out, come out, my good captain. Come and take your licks like a—”

Everett lunged from the darkened stall and pulled Finny in by his jacket lapel. Using all his strength, he pushed the powerfully-built man up against the pegboard, gripping his face with one hand and planting an intense kiss. It felt good to have an upper hand with this man, whom he was rapidly beginning to adore. To have all of his power and beauty in his control was addictive beyond compare.

“I want you Finny—now!” Ev hissed at him. Their eyes matched in a fiery deadlock. Finny’s face twisted from a delighted grin to an amused smirk as he leaned his full weight into Everett. Ev clawed at the aristocrat’s starched white shirt, but Finny caught and held his arms firmly, his face turning slightly red.

“No,” he said simply. “No.”

After several more seconds of intense grappling, Everett backed away. Finny’s gaze went to Everett’s, and shades of Reggie clouded his previously good-natured expression. He calmly turned with his practiced poise and walked back into the long darkened corridor, pausing to flick on a si
ngle bulb. He replaced the glove he had removed earlier and reclined back on several bales of hay, at the back of the stall’s corridor, his long, sculpted legs widening to reveal a throbbing hard-on under the silken jodhpurs. He let one hand wander leisurely over his lengthy endowment, playfully patting it.

“You want this, my pet?” he taunted. “You’ll have to crawl for it. To your knees, before my royal person!” he commanded, clapping his hands. He picked up the crop and flexed it, his white teeth sparkling with predatory malice.

Ev’s body reacted without thinking, in an unashamedly Pavlovian manner. He dropped to all fours, pulling himself forward slowly, his eyes on the masculine prize before him.


Brand New Site

Long story short, I lost my last website due to laziness… (In my defense, this last year has been crazy since I had a baby, started a new job, and desperately tried to find time to write)
So, I decided to start fresh with new host company, a new look, and all that fun stuff!

Here is my new site, complete with pages about my books, my works in progress, and even some freebies!