Welcome J. Scott Coatsworth!

 

 

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Amazon | Less Than Three

When his own world is destroyed, Aldiss and his crew barely manage to escape, leaving friends and lovers behind. What was meant to be an exploratory trip back to the home world turns into a mad dash for survival.

When they awaken from stasis on Earth, which was abandoned by humanity five centuries before, they must quickly learn about their new home. While exploring the region around the ship, Aldiss meets Hari, a shape-changer, whose people harbor secrets that might cost the crew their lives.

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“Master Loren only requested Master Vinson,” the driver insisted.

“Well that’s too bad. I’m not leaving my best friend to deal with Uncle Loren,” Jessie declared.

“Would it be all right if Jessie came?” Vin asked.

The driver flicked a quick smile at Vin, so fast he almost doubted he’d seen the expression. “If you’d like young sir, I’m sure it can be arranged. If you’d please pack an overnight case. Master Loren would appreciate your presence for the entire weekend.”

“I just bet he would,” Jessie muttered. “We’ll be with you in a moment.”

“I’ll wait in the car. It is parked right outside,” the driver said.

“Thanks,” Vin offered. Frankly the chauffeur creeped him a bit out.

They waited until the door closed behind Jeff.

Vin let out a breath. “Are you really going to come with me?”

“Are you kidding? I’m your best friend I wouldn’t leave you in my uncle’s clutches. I’m not that cruel. He needs to know someone is watching out for you or he’ll walk all over you.”

Loren didn’t strike Vin as the type to do that but what did he know except that he really wanted to be in the vampire’s bed again. He’d pretty much agree to anything if it would get him back in the guy’s bed. He didn’t share that tidbit with Jessie as they packed over night bags.

Loren’s gaze kept returning to the door. He tried to pretend interest in the meeting but really it wasn’t there.

“He’ll be here in ten minutes.” Mark commented. “I just got a call from Jeff. They’re on their way.”

“Jessie coming too?” His nephew had proven very protective of his young friend. Loren would have to sit his relative down and explain the new hands off policy when it came to his roommate. He didn’t know if the two men ever had any romantic interest in each other but if they did before it was over. No one touched Vin but him.

“He didn’t want his friend to get lonely,” Mark said.

“Uh huh. Find him a room as far from me as possible.”

Mark laughed. “Yes Master Loren. Are you sure about this?”

Loren lowered the collar of his shirt. A handprint showed in a silvery outline along his collarbone. “He marked me. I’m his.”

“I always thought it would be the other way around,” Mark said. “But you let some young wizard kid tag you like graffiti art.”

“He’s my mate,” Loren said never so certain of anything else in his life. “He can cover me with designs if he wants to.”

Mark snorted. “I didn’t think I’d ever see the day when you fell for someone.”

Loren narrowed his eyes at his guard. “Is there some reason you won’t give my mate the respect he deserves?”

Mark paled. “No sir.”

“I didn’t think so. Consider your future in the coven. If you can’t respect my mate I will have you transferred elsewhere.”

Mark bowed. “I will watch my words.”

“See that you do.” I couldn’t hide my disdain. There would be enough problems without dissenters in my coven. My new mate might not be what I expected but he crackled with power and I would need all my expertise to keep the balance between my wizard and the vampires. If they made me choose they wouldn’t like the results.”

The front door opened. A wave of electricity poured over me as he entered the building. His aura crossed the path ahead of him. His green eyes, bright with passion before, were now hooded with caution.

Still, he walked up to me as if he too felt the pull and couldn’t bear to be parted.

“Are you truly Jess’s uncle?” he asked.

“Yes, and your mate.”

“Huh.”

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patrick

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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?

Read an excerpt below! For readers 18 and older only!

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Unedited preview:
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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Keys-2

Bong

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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.

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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.

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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  writerklynn@gmail.com 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.”

Throwback Thursday!

carlyle

 

ARe | Amazon | B&N

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.

 

Excerpt:

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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