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Whoever said that porn is easy should be shot…then drawn…then quartered.

One older, sophisticated man with more money than the Donald. One younger guy who is clueless and poor. What could possibly go wrong?

Desperate for money because of a friend’s medical bills, Patrick found himself contemplating something that he never thought he would…doing gay porn. But, before he can even finish his audition, he’s shown the backdoor and kicked out.

Vance, the owner of the porn company, knows from the instant he sees Patrick that he and he alone should be the only one to ever touch the younger man. He tracks Patrick and offers him a job…off camera.

Patrick agrees, and the two men soon find themselves growing closer to each other. Will they be able to get through their insecurities, or will their story be over before it even began?

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This is coming up in Sept/Oct (see for once I have an almost date) BWAHAHAHA
Dreamspinner Press will be publishing my first book over 60k a steampunkish/fantasy book.

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The clamoring bell from the Lock Tower filtered into my dreams, a loud, obnoxious nudge reminding me to wake up and begin my day. My name is Octavius Septimus Stalk. My friends call me Oss, and my enemies hide from my blades. Stab one key keeper for grabbing your ass and you never live down a violent reputation.

The brush of warm lips across my bare shoulder pulled my attention to my bedmate. I always go from slumber to full alert with little space for sluggish-headedness in between. Growing up a street rat gave me certain habits I doubt I’ll ever be able to break. My instant alert ability, the most minor of my infractions, came in handy when Thorne wished to give me a proper send-off for the day.

“Morning, love.” Hawthorne Smith, Thorne to me, had a deep voice that shivered down my spine like vibrations from the tolling of the Tower bell. I’d stood next to it once while it rang, hiding out from guards. They’d stopped their pursuit at the bottom of the stairs—wiser than me I suspect, and happy to keep their hearing. Two days later my eardrums were still ringing.

Thorne had a similar effect on me. I could still feel his hands roaming my body days after we’ve made love. He’s lasted the longest of any of my partners, if rushed gropings in a dark alley counted as partners. Thorne has assured me it doesn’t. He’s certain I need no one else and is determined to keep me sated enough I seek no others.

“Morning.” I don’t repeat the endearment. I’ve grown fond of Thorne in the three months we’ve been warming each other’s beds, but love took longer than that, or it should. I don’t know anyone in love, so it is only guesswork on my part. Growing up on the streets didn’t lend itself to being a trusting, loving person. My cold nature has scared off more than one potential lover before we’d even reached a properly dark bit of street to relieve some tension.

Thorne traced a finger down my back. My body jerked like a marionette dancing along a string. Thorne knew how to be a proper puppet master. Groaning, I pushed back into his touch. I craved my man. Deep down I hoped to keep him, but I buried that ambition in the darkest corner of my mind along with all my other dreams and expectations. The Lord of the Keys didn’t easily grant scrubby key keepers their heart’s desire. If Thorne stayed mine until the next quarter cycle, I’d consider myself blessed.

“Hey, did you go back to sleep?” Thorne rolled me onto my back. I smiled at the vision above me.

I dare anyone to wake up to that face and not feel their heart hiccup at the sight. Thorne had the golden tan of a city guard. The sun didn’t just kiss Thorne, it used its tongue and devoured him in its shiny embrace. Thorne’s skin had the burnished glow only a man working outdoors could acquire and hard thick muscles from pulling himself up rope ladders to reach the dirigible ships.

Becoming a guard took dedication, and Thorne had only one more level before he reached Master of the Guard. Pride for him had my lips parting in a smile.

“I was thinking of you.” I winced over my words. They sounded far more foolish aloud than drifting through my head.

“Good. I want you to always think about me.” Thorne’s green eyes sparkled down at me like the rare glass in the church windows. He grabbed my hips and dragged me closer as if he couldn’t stand the two inches of space between us.

I melted a bit at his show of strength. I had always prized my smaller form for my ability to squeeze through tiny spaces, but I didn’t wish the same shape for my lover. I preferred my bedmates big and strong. The green eyes and cocky smile were optional but greatly appreciated. Inhaling deeply, I breathed in his scent of cinnamon and sunshine, an odd combination but one I always thought of when near Thorne.

Welcome K. Lynn!

Must Love Dogs, my latest novella from Dreamspinner Press, focuses on the emerging love story of Ben and Jay.


Since a mugging a year ago, Ben’s lived with blindness. Despite an art career on hold and a deadbeat boyfriend who left him because of his disability, he’s finally getting his life back on track. Ben is gaining a new sense of independence thanks to his guide dog, Colt.

But Ben’s carefully balanced life is thrown into chaos when veterinarian Dr. Jay Connor hits Colt with his car. While Colt is on the mend and recovering nicely, Ben finds that Jay is not only fond of Colt, but also quite interested in Ben.

However, one overheard conversation might put a stop to their romance before it can grow into something more. Maybe Ben’s destined to go it alone in the dark. Or can Jay help him see there’s still a chance for happily ever after?

Ben is the main character, and he’s been through a lot in his life thus far. He thought he had everything in line – a successful career as a painter, a wonderful home, and a loving partner. In one instant, though, all of that was taken away from him. A mugging gone bad took away his sight, which took away his ability to paint, and the strain of recovery took away his partner. Ben was at rock bottom and has been slowly making his way back up over the past year. He had Colt, he was surviving, and he wasn’t looking for anything else. That is, until fate had a way of throwing him yet another curveball.

Coming up with Dr. Jay, I knew that I wanted him to be different than Ben. He hasn’t gone through the tragedy that Ben has, but instead has been focused on his veterinary practice and his love of animals. Like Ben, he wasn’t really focusing on his love life, but he was at least open to the possibility. And good thing he was, since Ben literally fell into his path, and Jay took that as a sign. Even when Ben was resistant to what may transpire between them, Jay was persistent and that persistence paid off for them all.

And finally there’s the lovely Colt. He’s the reason Ben and Jay got together, and he’s the grounding point between them. Ben loves Colt, Dr. Jay does as well, and he is the third point in their triangle. He’s a very good guide dog, committed to his job, but he’s also a puppy at heart and very loving to those around him. For those wondering, Colt is a mix of Labrador and Golden Retriever breeds, which are the most common types used as guide dogs in the United States. Colt was a good student and a good match for Ben. Together, they’re navigating the world around them and learning new experiences along the way.


About K. Lynn

writerklynn K. Lynn has been an avid reader and writer since childhood. While in college, K. Lynn increased her involvement in LGBT issues and writing within the LGBT fiction genre. She  has become a long-time fan of the authors that seek to explore the commonality that exists within all sexualities and genders. Most of K. Lynn’s work features LGBT characters,  many of whom are in established relationships and show how love perseveres through every trial and tribulation that life holds. She also has a particular interest in seeing  transgender characters gain a larger foothold within the LGBT fiction genre, hoping that the market for these works expand in the future. Contact K. Lynn at or follow her on Twitter @WriterKLynn


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Blog Story #6

“What the hell are you talking about?” He’d had just enough of his friend yelling and punching him.

“That hot dude you hooked up with last night?”

“Yeah,” Vin couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face.

“He’s my uncle.”

“No!” Vin replayed the encounter in his mind. “There’s no way he’s anyone’s uncle.”

“He’s old, man, like three hundred or something.”

Vin covered his mouth with his hand. “Oh my god!”

Jessie leaned back in his seat, a smug smile on his face. “Now how do you feel about your hot piece of ass?”

Replaying the night in his head Vin became hard again.

Jessie wrinkled his nose. “Eww, dude, just eww.”

Vin shrugged. “I can’t help it. I’ve never been attracted to someone like that before. It was insane.”

“Maybe it was the beer. I’m thinking War gave us some fucked up alcohol to get us to taunt the weres.” Jessie gave Vin a considering look.

Vin grabbed that suggestion with both hand. “Maybe. We’ll talk to him when we get back.”

They went back to discussing sports and the upcoming parties until the limo pulled up to the dorm. Vin hung back when Jessie rushed off toward their building. “Would you tell Loren I’m sorry I had to ditch him for classes this morning?”

The driver nodded. “I will Master Vinson.”

“Um, thanks.” He didn’t know much about the master crap but he figured it was a vampire thing. He’d have to do some research on vampires. Jessie certainly wouldn’t be eager to help him out if he knew Vin harboured a crush for his uncle.

Despite learning Loren was way out of his league, Vin couldn’t help his mind wandering back to that night. The week passed quickly, all his classes blurring together as he drifted through them.

“What’s wrong with you man?” Jessie asked when Vin turned down an invitation to go to a party at the local frat house.

Vin shrugged. “I’ve had this headache all fucking week. Nothing seems to help.”

Jessie sat beside Vin on his bed. Concern etched on his face. He pressed a hand to Vin’s forehead. “How are you eating?”

“A little nauseous to tell you the truth. Nothing’s really settled with me this week.”

Jessie swallowed loudly in the quiet of their room. “How are you sleeping? Having any dreams?”

Vin blushed. “I don’t think you want to hear about my dreams.”

“My uncle?” Jessie guessed.

Vin nodded.

“Fuck.” Jessie threw himself back on Vin’s bed.

“What’ wrong?”

“You bonded with my uncle. I hope you meant what you said about the attraction because you are officially the mate of the most powerful vampire in North America,” Jessie announced, flinging his arm over his eyes.

Vin grabbed Jessie’s wrist and pulled down his arm. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s a gazillion in one fucking chance!” Jessie shouted jumping to his feet. “Most vampires never find their mates. My uncle has been waiting three hundred years and you walk in and claim him!”

“Jessie, dude, could you please stop a minute and at least try to make sense?” Vin’s head hurt and Jessie shouting wasn’t making it any easier.

“Master Loren would like your presence at dinner this evening.”

Jessie and Vin jumped to their feet. The chauffeur who’d driven them to the college the previous week stood in their doorway.

“Hey Jeff,” Jessie said casually.

Vin could see the tension in his friend’s body. “Is he okay,” he whispered.

Jessie nodded. “I’ll come with you.”

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Sometimes love is found in unexpected places.

After months of secretly watching Master Carlyle, Ralph wishes the Dom would notice him. But why would he want a sub who is bigger and taller than him when there were so many delicate twinks begging for his whip? What Ralph doesn’t understand is that Carlyle has watched the young sub and he not only wants him, but he plans to keep him.



Ralph Morris scanned the crowd as he walked through the club, looking for signs of trouble. He took his job as a bouncer seriously. No one had ever been injured on Ralph’s shift and he planned to keep it that way. He might not be as smart as some of the college students he worked with, but Ralph enjoyed his job. The smell of sweat and leather filled the air, like a rich cocktail to the senses. Inhaling deeply made his cock harden with need. Swallowing back a groan, he flashed a quick look over at the main stage. No scenes had started yet, but the night was still young. Plenty of time for whips, chains and other delicious toys to come into play. For a brief moment Ralph let the image of ropes wrapped around his own wrists flicker through his mind but he banished it quickly. No time for distractions if he planned to keep his job.

At twenty-two years of age, Ralph had six years of work under his belt and a nice nest egg in his bank account. Having grown up poor, Ralph still had nightmares about being back in that broken down trailer where his mother was too drunk to feed him and his father too ill from lung cancer to help. Horrible dreams merged with memories about fighting the dog for scraps of food and hiding from the rats in the darkness. If he hadn’t loved his father so much he would’ve left at thirteen years of age when his mother’s wild rages began. The day his father died, Ralph walked away and never looked back.

Ralph loved the nights he worked inside instead of standing by the front door freezing. Skirting the small dance floor, he spotted his favorite Dom across the room. Carlyle Temple sat at a table with his friend, Lindi Samms. Carlyle looked delicious with his blond hair pulled back, and the leather vest he wore exposing most of his upper body. Hair sprinkled across Carlyle’s chest, catching the light with their pale color. Ralph barely held back a whimper as he thought over how the Dom’s skin would taste beneath his lips and tongue. Carlyle didn’t reach Ralph’s massive proportions but the sub didn’t find any fault in the slim but muscular six-foot Dom. Carlyle would tower over most submissives. Unfortunately, Ralph’s build overshadowed all the Doms in the building, a good thing for his job as a bouncer but not so good when he was looking for a man to top him.

If only he could get Carlyle to really see him as a potential sub instead of only a bouncer. But Ralph learned long ago wishes didn’t come true and most Doms preferred a pretty twink rather than a big man. Ralph might be large and solidly built but he wasn’t a Dom no matter how many cute subs tried to get him to paddle their asses. His submissive tendencies were hidden while he worked and needed to get others to back down, but at night, alone in his apartment, he dreamed of a gorgeous slim blond with well-defined muscles and a fine hand with the whip.

“Hey, Ralph, are you going to my show tomorrow?” Ralph turned away from the object of his obsession to face his friend. After a month of belonging to Master Jones, Stephen Carter glowed with happiness. The thin artist flashed him a bright smile showing that at least for him everything was right in the world.

Lucky bastard.

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The door closed softly behind Mark as he left the room. The vampire guard always watched Loren while he rested. All the council had protection. There were five vampires responsible for the vampire leadership. Loren was the leader given the right by hereditary status. The other four were elected. Loren could overrule any decision but he never did without a good reason. If they thought they could vote over his lover they could go soak their heads.

“Shh, don’t worry so much. Sleep.”

Loren opened his mouth to say something but darkness took over and he plunged into rest.

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Vin woke from the most amazing dream where he had sex with a gorgeous vampire who he chose as his own. The soft breath against his neck had him wiggling in his semi-sleep. His cock hardened with morning wood and the close connection with a body in his bed.

Opening his eyes, he rubbed them to verify the truth.


It had all been real. He knew that beer allergy would come back and bite him in the ass some day he just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. Sometimes when he consumed hops it did strange things to his magic. This time it apparently made him lose his ever-loving mind.

The urge to kiss the soft lips temptingly near to his own had Vin clenching his fists against the need. He bit his lip to hold back the whimper. With slow, careful motions he disengaged his body from the sexy vampire holding him cherishingly close.

He could do this. He could escape before whoever the guy was woke up. Glancing around he didn’t spot his clothes.

Oh right. The memory of zapping them off flashed before him like a horror movie rerun.

Gathering his power he imagined his closet at the dorm. Rifling through the clothes he selected a pair of jeans and a faded sweatshirt. A quick pull of power had them tumbling on the floor before him.

Another had his favourite pair of sneakers beside them.

He’d deal with underwear when he got back to the dorm. Right now he needed to escape as quietly as possible. Dressing quickly he headed for the door only to freeze.


He cursed long and silently as he watched the beautiful man slumber. Curling his toes in his sneakers he resisted the siren call of the bed. He’d never had this level of desire with any of his other lovers. Of course he’d never had the compulsion to attack any of them and haul them off to bed either.

Another step to the door had him stalling. He couldn’t leave without a note or anything. He wasn’t that much of a bastard. The guy had given him a great fuck and held him all night.

Vin wasn’t the type of asshole to fuck and run.

Whispering softly he gathered his magic like water in his cupped hands. Concentrating closely a red rose formed, gold lined each petal. A wave of his hand had it floating to the empty pillow Vin left behind.

Satisfied his one night stand wouldn’t feel abandoned, Vin left the room. Closing the door as silently as possible he turned to leave.

“Going somewhere?” A six-foot two behemoth with an extra serving of muscles stood to one side of the door.

“Yeah I’ve got to get back to school now.” Vin nodded to the guy and tried to move past him.

“Go down the stairs a driver will take you and Jessie back to school.”

“Cool,” Vin didn’t ask any questions. He’d ask Jessie about last night on their way back to campus.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs. Jessie silently handed over Vin’s bag and led the way out the front door. To Vin’s surprise Jessie didn’t talk until they were well on their way back to school.

“My uncle, Vin! Really? Why did you have to pick my uncle?”

“What are you talking about?” Vin frowned at Jessie’s outburst.

Jessie’s mouth dropped open. “You really don’t know, do you?”

Vin blew out a breath making his hair float up out of his face. “Are you going to talk in puzzles because I really didn’t get much sleep.”

Jessie held up a hand. “I don’t really want to hear about your little amount of sleep, okay.”

Vin shrugged. “I wasn’t going to share details anyway. He was a hot piece of ass though.”

Smiling at the memory he was completely shocked when his friend punched in him the shoulder. “Ouch, why did you do that?”

“I told you I don’t want to know about you and my uncle!” Jessie shouted.

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Noel Thistleborn had thought his life had ended when he lost his mate and daughter. Left with nothing but a broken heart he accepted the job as the king’s assistant to give his life new meaning. When King Kylen insisted Noel attend the dragon shifter ball he had no idea his life was about to change.

Hartmut was tired of watching his best friend cuddle with his two mates. He wasn’t greedy he’d take a single partner. In fact his greatest worry was having to deal with a fae double mating.

When the pair meets Noel doesn’t exactly greet the dragon shifter with open arms. Still traumatized by his loss, Noel is hesitant to put his heart out there again. However Hart wins him over and the pair agrees to dinner.

An old enemy comes forward and Noel will need the strength of his dragon mate to help him through.


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