New Release - Best Seller - Clouded Hell by J.R. Gray @TheOriginalGray #mm #BDSM

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Clouded Hell

About Clouded Hell

I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist. Only my opponent exists.

I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him. He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I'll never get over him. There isn't a chance in this clouded hell.

Teaser :

If I hadn't seen the video of the fight, I wouldn't have believed it. I clicked the button on my laptop to rewind it, to see the way his body moved. I gripped myself through my shorts and glanced over at Kai. He was busy inking a full back piece, and I doubted he'd even take a break for another hour. He couldn't see me from where I sat. It would be so easy.

I trailed my fingers over the places Dante had left marks. I could almost taste them, even if the bruises had faded. I'd looked at them in the mirror over my bed and fucked my hand every night since I'd left. I groaned as I slipped my hand into my shorts.

I squeezed my shaft, digging my nails into the sensitive skin. I had to bite back a hiss of pain. Kai could easily walk out and see me. The rooms in the shop were three-quarter walls to divide the space with wide open doorways. Maybe I wanted to be caught. I kicked my feet out, watching a bead of sweat drip down Dante's neck. When he threw a punch his muscles tightened, and it took me back to him swinging his belt. The sound of his fist hitting flesh was close, so close, to the way the leather sounded against mine.

I shouldn't be imagining him touching me, but it was impossible not to. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to mark me with them. I was hit with the sudden realization he'd been acting when he was in the ring with me. He hadn't even gone at half speed. He was a monster when he fought. It took every ounce of self-control I had to keep from getting up and into my Jeep to drive to the airport.

I used my free hand to unbutton my shorts and slide down my zipper, freeing my cock. 

About J.R. Gray

When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it's half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

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#CoverReveal Next Weekend - Coming January 20th from Evernight Publishing @evernightpub

I'm thrilled to unveil the cover art for my first release with  
Evernight Publishing! Check it out on the coming soon page.

Coming this month...

Thank you Jay Aheer for this gorgeous rendition of Jordan and Miranda!

Unedited Blurb: 

 Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce.

Jordie is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision. 
 
The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender. 
 
But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it.

Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self.

Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?

Coming January 20th

Coming Soon From @evernightpub Memories of Us AND Next Weekend #eroticromance

I'm pleased to announce I have two upcoming releases with a new publisher, Evernight Publishing!

First, coming in January 2015, a contemporary erotic romance with extremely mild sub/dom undertones, entitled  Next Weekend, a short story for the Romance on the Go line.

 Miranda and Jordan Lang are in the middle of a divorce. The only thing holding up the final decree is a co-owned cabin. As the couple waits for a buyer, Jordan retreats to the cabin every Friday to Sunday. In a moment of weakness, missing her man, Miranda also heads for the cottage and accidently—on purpose seduces her soon to be ex and even boldly invites him back the following weekend for a repeat performance. The next time they meet, Jordan has worked himself into a fury over Miranda’s insensitivity. He takes out his anger on her and treats her rather roughly. But to his surprise, she loves it. But can this new and exciting aspect save their doomed relationship or will it only prolong the inevitable.

AND

Coming in February, a full length novel, Memories of Us, also a contemporary erotic romance. 

This was a fun one to write, the first part of the story shifts back and forth between the past and the present. 
 
Can you be seduced by memories?

Call Barstow knew Karis Hirt as his best friend's promiscuous little sister. In fact, he spent the majority of his teenage years fighting off her sexual advances. But there's also that unwritten rule guys live by—you don't mess with another guy's sister. Even when she makes it excruciatingly difficult. But memories, over time, often have a way of shifting perspective and when Call and Karis reconnect as adults, Call wonders why he'd bothered, putting up such a fight. 

I'll release the official blurbs in a future post.

 

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Hot, Rich and Dominant – The Complete Collection by @AmyValenti

Please Welcome the incomparable Amy Valenti!

(see what I did there)

 

You can probably tell from the title that I wasn’t taking Hot, Rich and Dominant too seriously when I started it, back in the summer of 2012. Everyone was talking about Fifty Shades of Grey and the ebook market was filling up with copycat books, so I thought, ‘Why not?’

Strange how characters can grab you and demand that a story be told. These days, I’m kicking myself for not calling it something more serious, since the main character, Nell, is far from a gold-digger obsessed with her man’s looks!

The first short story in the series (now free, so you can get an intro to Nell’s connection with Marc) was only 8,000 words long, and that was where I’d originally planned to leave it. But something about the CEO’s son with a sexy lock of hair that kept falling into his eyes, and the grad intern who finds herself drawn into a BDSM scene practically out of nowhere, stayed with me until I had to write another part… and another…

Fast-forward to winter 2014, and their story is thirteen times as long as that first part! It’s finally finished, far deeper and more full of twists than I’d ever expected in the beginning. It started as a curious experiment, but I can’t really tell you where it ended without spoiling the book. You’ll have to find out for yourself. ;)

Excerpt:

The maître d’ seemed to know Marc, and he showed us to a table in a shadowy, romantic nook lit by candles. He left us with the menus, and out of habit I looked for prices, but there were none listed—a sign that everything was extortionately priced if I’d ever seen one.

“You know, you don’t have to try to impress me with your wallet,” I said, without thinking.

He raised a brow. “What makes you think that’s what I’m doing?”

“I’m wearing designer dress and sitting at a table at Della’s.”

“I eat at Della’s a couple of times a month, and I wanted to see my new sub in a dress I’d take great pleasure in taking off later. Is that so bad?”

A waiter approached to take our wine order. I left the choice to Marc, and sat there hoping I wasn’t blushing too noticeably at the words ‘new sub’. How had I fallen into this crazy situation so quickly? Was he moving faster than I wanted to go?

I shifted slightly and remembered, for the umpteenth time, that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. That made me blush even more and by the time the waiter had left, I was pretty sure my cheeks were scarlet.

“Relax, Nell.” Marc was smiling, and under the table he brushed my leg with his, just for a second. “I’m not trying to knock all the sense out of your head by showering you with cash. I wanted to eat here tonight anyway, and I wanted you to feel comfortable, like you were dressed for the occasion.”

Part of me melted. It seemed so considerate, so sincere. “Thank you.”

Then I thought about it. Wait a minute… “So how comfortable am I supposed to feel sitting here without any—”

He kicked me gently under the table, his attention fixed somewhere over my head. I shut my mouth immediately as the waiter returned to let Marc taste the wine. He poured a glass for each of us at Marc’s approval.

When we were alone again, Marc leaned over the table, his expression intense. “I said I wanted you to feel comfortable—past tense. When I got there and remembered the hundred and one naughty little things I’m dying to do to you, I couldn’t resist upping the ante a little.” He paused for effect, then shrugged. “You could have said no.”

It was true. I’d protested the first time he’d mentioned it, but by the time we’d been ready to leave the apartment I’d been willing to do anything he’d suggested.

“I’m sure if I have a quiet word with the waiter, he can send someone out to procure some new underwear for you…”

Now it was my turn to kick him under the table. “Don’t you dare!” I hissed—then remembered I was supposed to be his submissive. “Sir,” I added belatedly.

He laughed aloud, as if he were genuinely enjoying my rebelliousness, and took my hand across the table. “You know, most Doms would tan your hide for insubordination.”

“I’m not good at this,” I mumbled, staring down at his fingers entwined with mine. “If you’re looking for Little Miss Subservient, I don’t think I’m your girl.”

It almost hurt to say the words. I wanted to see where this was heading, and to suggest that I wasn’t right for him wasn’t exactly the best way to convince Marc of that. But it was only fair that I was honest.

He squeezed my fingers. “Then it’s a good thing I like subs with a little spirit.”

You can grab a copy of Hot, Rich and Dominant – The Complete Collection now at Amazon, iTunes, All Romance eBooks, Barnes & Noble, Kobo or Smashwords – six stories for the price of three!
 

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