Review: The Butcher and the Beast by Sean Michael

Stephen is a doctor, a practical man who wishes his sister wouldn't worry so about the pirates that plague their island home. So it's ironic that Stephen himself is set upon by just those pirates, who carry him off to heal their wounded captain.

John is a pirate Captain, master of his fate, and used to getting what he wants. And he decides he wants Stephen, even when the good doctor wants nothing more than to run away from him. Can the beast convince the doctor the sailors call the butcher to stay with him? 









A Sean Michael readable story that didn't make my brain seep through my ear.


This is actually a higher rated Sean Michael from me. Guess why...there was a plot. Not a strong one but it was there!
 "You have such passion hidden beneath that very thin layer of civilization."
"You know nothing of me. Nothing."
"And I have all the time in the world to prove to you that I do indeed know you."
Now Sean Michael or SM and I, we have like this love-hate relationship see. It's a long standing one where I feel he just has a barrel of prompts and another for names and he picks whatever is on top and goes for it. Not knocking him, the formula works right because we're buying it.

I had to take a hiatus from him. It's been nine months since I read my last SM. I broke my abstinence for pirates. I'm weak for swashbucklers. The thing is, I did not regret my choice.

Don't expect real pirating in this book. This is Sean Michael we're talking about here.


Plot schmlot when there's needing and aching to be done. This is a about pirate captain jizz wizard named John aka "Beast"that comes buckets for his virgin, straight doctor who he affectionately nicknames, "Butcher".

I'm telling you Sean Michael was playing the role of Beast to my Butcher. He was such a horny son of a gun. He wore the feisty Butcher down until he just gave in to "needing" and "aching" and sexing. The novella isn't pure sex. I repeat the sexing doesn't start until after 70% mark.

I thought I was getting punked at first when I didn't read nothing but kisses by the 60%. 

A Sean Michael where the lusty one held out from filling that needy hole with his massive monster dong until 3/4 of the book?! 
And the virgin one...had actual thoughts and spoke in coherent sentences?!!
AND DIDN'T GIVE IN TO BUTTSEX ON THE FIRST DAY?! THE PIRATE WANTED TO WAIT UNTIL THE VIRGIN BEGGED HIM?!!!



And get this... there was humor. Good humor. I wasn't laughing at the characters but with them.

"Well, you obviously don't suffer from an excess if bodily humors."
"What?" Was the man saying he wasn't impressive? He was.
"Humors? Blood, seed--you seem to lose them at a rate that would impress a leech."
I nearly forgot this was a SM book for a second.

Then SM remembered his normal script a la:
"John. I ache."
"I will ease your ache for you. I would not leave you needing, wanting."
"You...it is as if you would devour me."
"Yes, I wish to consume all of you."
And it was good. I liked the characters. There wasn't much world building (go figure), this really didn't read "historical" though it was set in I guess Earth. A manly bodice ripper...wait, a breeches ripper.

I liked it...a lot. Oh dear, I've returned to the Sean Michael Warped Zone.
But the return wasn't bad at all.
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Review: Becoming His Master (Neighborly Affection #4) by M.Q. Barber

From rescue to romance…

Teach a wounded submissive the value of his service. The task ought to be an easy one for an experienced dominant like Henry Webb. 


But novice Jay Kress challenges his teacher like no other. Still bearing the bruises of an encounter outside the bounds of safe consensual play, Jay is desperate to submit to the man who saved him—and shamed by his desires. 


Henry recognizes the dangers of a relationship built on hero worship. He’ll teach Jay how to stay safe, that’s all. He won’t take advantage of the younger man’s trust. He won’t share his fantasies about his dark-haired, athletic student. He’ll never claim this submissive for his own...




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Excellent hurt/comfort Glitterkink!

Barber is a new to me author and her writing is reminiscent of Kim Dare, an author close to my heart. I liked this so much that I looked back over the previous three books and realized this is a prequel. IF I can eek out the time I'm going to backtrack and read the others.

Jay and Henry are the centerpiece of this installment. Jay is a novice who's been through an ordeal with a problematic dom who ignored Jay's safe word. Henry is an established dom at this club, friends with the manager, Victor, and his wife, Emma, both of whom encourage Henry to take Jay under his wing. Jay is very eager to please and therefore reckless in his decisions, usually putting his needs/desires/wants secondary to his dom's. Henry's primary objective is to instill a sense of safety and a certain level of wariness in the two months they have before the traumatizing dom's suspension expires. The trouble is Henry is smitten and over the course of these two months he comes to the realization that seeing Jay with another dom would crush him. Henry's concern that Jay is hero worshipping him is the fly in the ointment and it's up to Jay to convince Henry of his devotion.

There isn't a lot of kink but the UST is sky high as is the steam. I would've enjoyed more sex but given Jay's recent trauma I respect that the author didn't jump into buttsex. There was a highly satisfactory frottage scene, though. Henry and Jay move very slowly and layer the tension for the reader. What I enjoyed most was Henry's attention to detail towards Jay; he's highly observant and intuitive and the way he cossets Jay resonated. I also enjoyed the way this club is depicted running the gamut from plushies to age play to sadomasochism and the fact that all are accepted regardless of kink or sexuality. Speaking of sexuality, both Henry and Jay are bisexual and there are girl bits in this, so be forewarned.

The secondary characters were a delight and I'd be interested in reading Will's story if that ever comes to pass. Another reason I'd like to backtrack with this series is to see how Jay progresses with impact play and bondage as his relationship develops with Henry.

My only quibble was Jay's behavior towards the end. I had a hard time believing Jay capable of all that mouthiness with his behavior up till that point. It was very jarring.

Recommend to fans of slow burn, UST, Kim Dare and hurt/comfort reads.




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Review: Unbound, Unbroken by Nasia Maksima

When rising star gladiator Titian finds himself paired with the vainglorious champion Galadros, he finds himself in mortal danger. For a dark spell binds them together, using their lust to make them pawns in the wicked schemes of Alession, the Empress’s right-hand man.

Their only hope is to fight against the bond and hope to break it before Alession forces them to fight each other to the death in the arena. But with every challenge they face, Titian finds himself more and more drawn to Galadros, strengthening the dark spell even as they try to break it.

What begins as pure survival quickly spirals into a whirlwind of lust and love as Titian fights—both for his life and for an impossible future with Galadros. But Galadros has an even darker secret—one that might destroy them both.

Kind of a mixed bag.

The porn with these gladiators is strong. I approve of this. 

The world building is much stronger in this than the first. There are engineered creatures that were thrown into the arena with these gladiators disgusting enough to make me shudder. Still.

The story is essentially a replica of the first with a tweak here and there. The first book worked for me and I did enjoy this one but the originality is questionable. 

My biggest gripe is the dominance/submission thing; it wore me down.

So... the porn... 




Enough said. Maksima knows her gladiator porn and she knows it well.

We have Titian and Galadros who are brought together by the Machiavellian Alession who again tries to engineer a Romeo and Julietesque outcome for the Empress's pleasure with an Ebon bond this time. An Ebon bond is supposedly stronger than the brand he used previously on Hektor and Lucan. Again, true love is the only thing that can break the bond.

Alession engineers this relationship primarily because he knows what Galadros really wants-to be bent over and plowed to within an inch of his life. He also knows that Titian, despite being a secutor gladiator, a position that necessitates him being a bottom to his provocator, wants nothing more than to impale his mate on his man stick. Repeatedly. Galadros and Titian would seemingly be a match made in heaven BUT Galadros is a provocator gladiator. Provocators bend over for no one! 




I got pummeled by this. What's more, these roles of top and bottom are referred to as 'dominant' and 'submissive'. While there was some bondage, this isn't BDSM and the usage of the terms bordered on offensive. Titian endlessly refers to himself as a dominant. His definition of the term 'dominant' essentially translates to douchebag. A D-bag who shouldn't be questioned, couldn't possibly enjoy being plowed himself and deserves to be revered because of his 'dominant' nature. Galadros and his insecurity about wanting to be plowed and the associated shame that is associated with his need was just as annoying. He refers to himself as 'lesser' 88 TIMES!!!! Just build a bridge already! A bridge with sturdy side rails for all the bending over you'll be doing. 

I'm just going to throw this out there. These guys are horny gladiators. Horny gladiators who are looking for true love.


Alright. Whatever. It's fiction. I get it.

So, they're under this Ebon bond which takes them over in lust and inspires a tiresome propensity towards uttering the words "bitch boy" in the heat of the moment by our 'dominant', but I digress. The Ebon bond takes them over when they bang muddling their feels on whether or not they're in the throes of true love. Neither of these two are hard on the eyes and get propositioned frequently so wouldn't it follow that they would try to break the bond by testing the waters with a willing partner? I mean, if it's not "true love" and all your feels are being manipulated by a weird bond and you were butt hurt by this why  remain faithful and, by extension, under the thumb of a diabolical madman? 

Plus, when there's a carnalia (think bacchanalia with gladiators) and you're on Gladiator's Row in a loin skirt with a bunch of other drunk, horny gladiators somewhere between "Crossed Swords" and "Glory Hole"... do I really need to finish this sentence?




The imagery that Maksima generated in the fight scenes was exceptional. Gruesome, exciting and entertaining.

I will read the next one because I have to know what the Empress has in store for Alession and... gladiator porn. What can I say?

Recommend to fans of gladiators and porn.



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Author Visit: Keira Andrews


Keira Andrews is visiting to chat about her newest book, Kick at the Darkness!

In my new book, Kick at the Darkness, a terrifying virus is unleashed on humanity, turning normal people into killers. While not technically undead, they are zombies in spirit. My heroes, college student Parker, and the TA he hates, Adam, are thrust together in the chaos.

Now Adam has a big secret: he’s a werewolf. I have to say I think being a shifter would come in extremely handy during a zombie apocalypse!

Top Five Shifters When the Zombies Take Over

5. Snake. Great camouflage, and can hide in very tight spaces.

4. Dolphin. Zombies are typically not good swimmers.

3. Werewolf. Speed, strength, and claws are a winning combo.

2. Grizzly bear. Even zombies would be hard pressed to vanquish nature’s very own killing machine.

1. Hawk or falcon. Since zombies can’t fly (at least not yet), you’d be able to stay easily out of their bloody reach. Also great for scouting hideout locations!

Cover & Blurb: 

To live through the zombie apocalypse they have to survive each other first.

College freshman Parker Osborne is having the worst day ever. He humiliated himself trying to pick up a cute guy, he hasn’t made any friends at school, and his stupidly hot jerk of a TA gave him a crappy grade on his paper. He’s going to drop Adam Hawkins’ film class and start fresh tomorrow after he’s had a good sulk.

But Parker’s about to find out what a bad day really looks like—if he can survive the night.

A virus is unleashed, transforming infected people into zombie-like killers. After these quick and deadly creepers swarm campus, Parker only escapes thanks to Adam swooping him onto the back of his trusty motorcycle. Now they're on the run—and stuck with each other.

When they’re not bickering, they’re fighting off the infected in a bloody battle for survival. Their only hope is to head east to Parker's family, but orphaned Adam has a secret he’s not sure Parker will accept: he’s a werewolf. Can they trust each other enough to find some light in these dark days?

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An excerpt from Kick at the Darkness

He really should have gone to bed.

Instead, Parker was in an empty classroom sitting in a circle with a bunch of people who looked as if they should be smoking up and playing Hacky Sack at the Oval. He squirmed in his wooden chair, wondering if he could just get up and walk out in the middle of the lesbian’s story about her struggle to add vegan items to the cafeteria menu. He had nothing against lesbians or vegans (or lesbian vegans), but he clearly didn’t fit in with the LGBT student group. Activism wasn’t really his thing.

He’d spotted the flyer for the group meeting after his lecture, and had decided it was high time to stop feeling sorry for himself, and to try making friends. Or take Jason’s advice and maybe pick up a hot guy.

Of course the only guy he could think about was Adam Hawkins. All day, Parker had replayed their encounter in his mind, devising witty comebacks and scathing putdowns. Not that he’d ever see Adam again, thank God. First thing tomorrow, he was dropping that class. He’d pick up another elective next semester, or in the summer if he had to.

“What do you think, Parker? It’s Parker, right?” The blonde girl who’d been speaking smiled encouragingly.

Shit. “Um, I think it’s great. Sounds like a plan.”

A murmur buzzed around the circle, and a short Asian guy with a pierced eyebrow spoke up. “You think we should stage a sit-in until the school bans all meat and dairy products? Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”

He felt the heat of a dozen pairs of eyes on him. “Uh…it would get their attention, though. Then maybe they’d compromise?”

The blonde exclaimed, “Exactly!”

As everyone debated the merits of food-based activism, Parker eyed the cute guy sitting next to him. Reddish hair and green eyes, and a tight little body. The guy hadn’t said much of anything so far. Maybe he wasn’t digging it either? It was hard to tell. But he could be cool. He was definitely hot, at least. I won’t meet anyone if I don’t try.

Screwing up his courage, Parker leaned over and whispered, “Meat, I get, but no dairy? And no chocolate? Life isn’t worth living.”

The redhead glanced at him with an unreadable expression. “Chocolate is overrated.”

“Uh, yeah, of course.” Parker waved his hand. “I was just kidding.”

The guy smiled. Hmm. Wait, had he been kidding too? Everyone liked chocolate, right? Heart thumping, Parker whispered, “Want to grab a coffee after this? We could live dangerously and have a latte with real milk.”

Please say yes. Please say yes.

The redhead’s gaze swept up and down Parker, like a searchlight coming up empty. Parker wanted to puke as the guy pasted on a smile.

“That’s so sweet. But I’ve got a lot of studying to do after the meeting.” Then he decisively turned back to the group. “Marjorie? Can we discuss that stunt Kappa Sigma pulled on the weekend at our cruelty-free bake sale? I think we should petition the administration…”

As they discussed something involving an unholy alliance of snickerdoodles and condoms, Parker wished the scuffed tile floor would open up and swallow him whole. Sadly, the floor was apparently vegan, because Parker remained right where he was, his face burning, sure that everyone knew he’d just been shot down.

He cursed himself for thinking it was a good idea to attend this meeting in the first place. Why did he need to officially meet other gay people? Maybe he should just pledge a frat and put his cocksucking skills to good use like he had in prep school. He didn’t need a boyfriend anyway.

But I want one.

Remembered shame flooded Parker, joining the fresh humiliation of being rejected by the redhead beside him. He’d only tried to kiss Greg Mason once, and he could still feel the hard tile floor of the shower, cold and wet as he’d landed on his ass, Greg staring down at him with a curled lip. “Don’t be a little faggot.”

The fact that he was eighteen and still had never properly kissed someone was so pathetic he could barely stand it. Sitting there in the circle of LGBT students who’d probably all kissed a dozen people, he felt like he had a neon sign blinking over his head.

Loser! Loser! Loser!

But what was the point of finding a boyfriend anyway? It’s not like he could ever really bring someone home. His parents tried their best—they really did—but the whole gay thing made them so awkward and uncomfortable. Not to mention he knew their rich pals at the country club would surely not approve. Parker wondered what his father would say if he dated an anti-establishment hippie type. The mere thought made him bark out a laugh.

Heads swiveled. “Is there something you wanted to share?” The blonde asked, her smile a little strained.

Before Parker could answer, a white guy with dreads interrupted, frowning at his smartphone. “Whoa. Did you guys see this? There are some crazy riots or something in New York.”

“What are they protesting?”

“Probably not meat and dairy, Abrah.”

“Is it Occupy Wall Street? I hope so. I heard they’re trying to make a comeback.”

“Dunno. Oh wait, it’s in DC too. Probably something about police brutality?”

As the group talked over each other, checking their phones, Parker slung his messenger bag over his head and made a beeline for the door. He escaped back to the quad and grabbed a sandwich (turkey and Havarti, thank you very much) on the way to his dorm. The common room was crowded with people watching CNN, but Parker didn’t care about whatever protest or riot or whatever-the-fuck was happening. He probably should, but he had way too much reading to do, especially after wasting time at that meeting.

Embarrassment flooded him again as he thought of the dismissive way the redhead had examined him. Then a voice echoed in his head—Adam Hawkins calling him a lazy freshman. “I work hard at what matters. Ugh, he’s such an asshole,” Parker muttered as he kicked the door closed behind him.

“Who’s an asshole?”

“Jesus!” Parker’s heart skipped a beat. “Don’t do that.”

Grinning, Chris pulled a T-shirt over his shorn head. “Sorry, bro. Just came back to do some laundry.” He smelled his arm pit. “Febreze is the best invention ever.”

“I’ve barely seen you since NSO.” New student orientation had been a week of mandatory activities designed to help frosh settle in and make friends. Parker had learned his way around, but totally failed to meet anyone he connected with. Chris was nice enough, but another pang of missing Jessica and Jason swelled in Parker. He cleared his throat. “How’s Michelle?”

“Spectacular. Seriously, her tits are just…” Chris raised his fingers to his mouth to kiss them. “Bellissimo. I’ve found the woman of my dreams.” He shrugged. “At least for now. Hey, her roommate’s pretty hot too. Wanna come back with me? I got some dope weed. We can hang out and play Call of Duty. I bet she’ll blow you by the end of the night.”

Parker chuckled. He could undoubtedly give Michelle’s roommate some pointers. “Nah. I’ve got a lot of reading to do. Econ test tomorrow already.” Maybe he should go hang with them, but he hadn’t had a chance to come out to Chris, and he had zero interest in weed. Sometimes Parker felt like he was eighteen going on forty-five. Partying and getting high had never really been fun for him.

“Cool. If you change your mind give me a buzz.” Chris raised his hand as he headed to the door.

Parker slapped Chris’s palm and flopped down on his bed. “Later.”

In the silence that followed, Parker found himself actually missing the near-constant thump-thump of the house music favored by the girl next door. Maybe she was watching TV in the lounge. The news channels always made such a big deal out of everything these days, and Parker didn’t see the point in getting worked up.

He stared at Chris’s empty bed. Jason had been his roommate all through high school at Westley, so it should have been nice to virtually have his own room at school for a change. It should have been freaking awesome.

But it wasn’t.

Parker pulled out his phone. No message from Jessica. He hit her number and waited while it rang, sighing as her voicemail clicked on.

“This is Jessica. Quick—leave a message before phones become completely obsolete.”

For a moment, Parker was frozen with indecision. Then he tapped the screen and ended the call. What would he say that didn’t sound ninety-nine percent pathetic?

“Okay, enough.” His voice was loud in the stillness of the room. “Time to get to work.”

After wolfing down his sandwich, he opened his textbooks. The dorm was quieter than usual, and he put his phone on airplane mode and lost himself in free trade theory. By eight o’clock his eyes drooped, and he stretched out for a power nap. He was drifting off when a girl’s piercing voice echoed in the hall.

“It’s happening in San Francisco!”

With a roll of his eyes, Parker put in his earplugs and curled toward the wall. He’d check the news later when there was actual information to report instead of just fear-mongering speculation. Let them protest corporate America or the police or whatever they were doing. He had his GPA to worry about.

#

It was ten-thirty by the time Parker dragged himself out of bed. He still wore his jeans and a T-shirt, and he zipped on a dark green hoodie before stuffing his feet into his sneakers. The fifteen-minute walk across campus to the coffee shop would wake him up, and sweet caffeine would keep him going all night. He needed to do better. He needed to ace this test. He would ace this test.

He popped in his earbuds and skirted around the people jammed into the dorm’s common room.

“Yo, Parker. Are you seeing this shit?” Mike from two rooms down—nice enough guy, but obsessed with sports—called out as Parker hurried by.

“Later, man. Need coffee.” Parker gave him a wave and turned on his music. They were probably watching the baseball game since the Oakland A’s were one win away from the playoffs, but he couldn’t let himself be distracted.

He’d mapped out this shortcut the first week of school after the RA had confiscated his Italian coffee maker. The night air was crisp, and Parker shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets as he navigated the nooks and crannies between buildings. He caught glimpses of the main quad, where a large number of people milled about. Probably some frat thing; all the better that he avoided it so he could get back to his books ASAP.

But he wondered what the riots or whatever had been about, and he thumbed off the airplane mode on his phone so he could Google it. As the phone reconnected, it vibrated in his palm and the screen filled with notifications. Nothing from Jessica or Jason, and Parker wished he didn’t feel the stab of disappointment and hurt. It wasn’t their fault they were fitting in and making friends at college. He couldn’t expect them to have the time for him that they used to. But it still stung.

He shook it off and focused on the screen. “Seven missed calls from Mom?” he muttered to himself with a smile. “Classic.” When she got something into her head, she was a dog with a bone. As he walked, he listened to the voicemail message she’d left.

“Honey.” The recording was staticy and garbled, with some kind of background noise. Parker stopped to listen harder. He couldn’t make out the next few words. Then, “Cape house. We love you.” The message ended.

Huh. That was weird.

Why would she be calling about the Cape house? His parents went to Chatham most weekends in September, but it was Tuesday. Parker deleted the message and started walking again. He’d call her when he got back to the dorm, or maybe wait until morning. It was after midnight on the east coast.

As he cut behind one of the science buildings, he stopped in his tracks. By a palm tree, there stood Adam Hawkins and his ludicrous cheekbones. Of course—he’d never seen the guy before today, and now he was likely doomed to run into him daily.

Adam had a motorcycle helmet in one hand, and had changed his loafers for black work boots. Wearing earbuds, he peered at the bright screen of his phone with a frown creasing his forehead.

Ugh.

Adam’s gaze shot up, his eyes hard as he removed his earbuds. “Excuse me?”

Parker realized he might have said that out loud. He paused his playlist and cleared his throat, trying to remember one of the witty comebacks he’d had a million of that afternoon. “Um, nothing.” Of course he’d think of ten more the minute he left Adam behind. Which couldn’t be too soon. In his black leather jacket and stubble, he looked ridiculous. Ridiculously hot, which wasn’t really fair since he was a film geek. A documentarian, even! Not to mention a condescending know-it-all. Parker kept walking.

“You didn’t have to complain to the dean,” Adam called after him.

Parker stopped and faced him. “Huh?”

“Are you seriously going to pretend it wasn’t you? I have to meet with Professor Grindle and the head of the department at the end of the week because a student with rich alumni parents put up a stink. She wouldn’t say who, but she didn’t need to.”

“It wasn’t me.” When Adam snorted and started walking away, Parker couldn’t stop himself from following. “Hey! It wasn’t me, asshole.”

“I’m the asshole?” Adam turned, gripping his helmet. His nostrils flared. “Every year I get kids like you taking my courses. Kids who don’t care about the arts and just want an easy grade. And now you’re messing with my future. This job is everything to me. My degree is everything.”

“First off, who says I don’t care about the arts? I like the arts just fine, thank you very much. I played viola in my school orchestra, I’ll have you know. And like I said, it wasn’t me. Whatever, dude. You’re not worth it. I have important things to do like study for my econ test.”

“Uh-huh.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“That eighteen-year-olds think they know it all.” Adam shrugged, his flash of passion concealed again behind a flat expression. “If you say it wasn’t you, I guess it wasn’t.”

Jesus, this guy was annoying. “And what are you, twenty-two? So wise.”

“Twenty-three, actually.”

“Oh, that changes everything. Whatever. I don’t have to talk to you.”

“Okay.” He shrugged again, now completely calm.

“Econ is a hell of a lot more important than dissecting movies.”

Adam watched him with an inscrutable gaze. Just like with the cute redhead, it felt as though he was being evaluated and found hopelessly lacking. “Okay.”

“Stop saying that! Oh my god, why am I even having his conversation?” Parker brushed by him and pressed play even though now he was going the wrong way for the coffee shop. He’d loop around, since he couldn’t turn back. “Have a nice life,” he called in his wake. If Adam replied, Parker didn’t hear it over the music in his ears.

He could not drop that class soon enough. He should have known—

A scream pierced the night, so loud he heard it over the new Macklemore song. Parker ripped out the earbuds and glanced around. He and Adam stared at each other. “Do you hear—”

“Yes,” Adam replied, his entire body tensed.

In the distance, the screaming swelled as other voices joined in. Parker’s heart thumped. “That’s a hell of a hazing ritual.”

The din increased, and more shrieks raised the hair on Parker’s arms. A girl and guy raced around the building. “What’s going on?” Parker shouted.

“They’re killing everyone!” the girl yelled, her eyes wild as she shoved past him.

More students streamed behind the buildings, and Parker watched them as his brain struggled to process what was happening. Then he was being yanked so hard he thought his shoulder might pop free of its socket. Adam propelled him forward, and yes, run. Run!

Copyright © Keira Andrews
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About Keira Andrews: 

After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, paranormal and fantasy fiction, and—although she loves delicious angst along the way—Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.”




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Group Review: Murphy (F.I.S.T.S, #2) by Bey Deckard




Sometimes when it seems like it’s too late, the right person comes along and opens your eyes…

Murphy is the continuing story of a D/s relationship between two Space Marines who found each other in the midst of hopelessness and misfortune.

Sarge and his newly minted squad travel across the galaxy on a top-secret mission that could help win the war. However, to Murphy something about the mission stinks, and it’s not just the planet they’ve landed on.





Sunny: 4.5 Hearts

Another punch to the gut. After reading the first book, 'Sarge', I should have been prepared for all the emotions this author can pull from me with so few words.

Oh, man, I love these two guys.

Sarge, tough, possessive, demanding, with a touch of vulnerability.
Murphy, just as tough, but eager to please, with some sweet kinks perfectly met by Sarge.

Oh, yeah, Sarge knew how to take care of his boy. So much so, that his moments of uncertainty provided a nice contrast and gave him more depth as a character. Their relationship appeared harsh at times, but there was obvious respect and caring. In fact, other than the steamy bits, my favorite parts were the moments of sweet tenderness that showed us the love they haven't yet admitted to.

I'll be waiting impatiently for the next installment of their story.

...there better be more installments.

Cupcake:  4.5 Hearts

Cupcake doesn't get sappy often. I'm as surprised as the next person that an old curmudgeon like Sarge could get me there in so few words, but he did. Or maybe that was BeyBey. At any rate, it started with the dedication:
For those that think it's too late.
Such a simple thing to say but Sarge is a cranky old bastard who by all accounts should be too prickly for anyone to love let alone Murphy. He knows it and comes to realize how lucky he is to have a guy like Murphy so devoted to him.
As his grin gets a little wider, I'm struck with just how much trouble I'm in. My career has always come first. Always. What the hell are you supposed to do when something else becomes more important?
Murphy and Sarge have spent the last few months together while they recover from the attack, but Sarge has kept Murphy at arm's length. Through a series of events during their mission Sarge's guard begins to crack and he finds himself lovestruck, smiling constantly and wanting to be near his boy all the time. He struggles against these feelings not liking to feel vulnerable which seemingly inspires an inverse reaction in Murphy.

Murphy is hard to resist with his blushing and complete obedience. Sarge doesn't stand a chance against those baby blues. Murphy isn't much of a talker, a trait many mistake for incompetence. He's actually very intelligent and has a secret weapon of sorts. And he dearly loves being Sarge's boy.

Thinking back to the day I promised him I'd always obey, I smile. I remember how overwhelmed with relief I'd been over finally having found real freedom.
The edging, face fucking and cock drooling were enough to send me into twirls of delight, but when combined with Murphy being a big un... I thought I might faint. I might've bounced a little or maybe that was squirming or something. Sarge makes Murphy beg until he's incoherent. Often. There's only so much self-control once can ask of another. The cherry on top of this cake of kinky goodness is Sarge has a delightfully filthy mouth. 

*groans*

Lest I forget, there are some VERY intriguing secondary characters introduced like some inordinately close brothers. 

*cough*

Ditto what Sunny said about more installments. Cupcake needz.


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