Tag Archives: dirty talk
Unashamedly erotic and packed full of powerful emotion
Posted on October 26, 2020 by Mirrigold
Precious by Roe Horvat
Geeeeeze!
I don't think anyone else can write a book in which there's a sex scene on almost every page and yet still imbue the narrative with a fully fleshed out set of characters and a plotline which fits perfectly into the new world they've created quite like Roe Horvat can.
This book is beyond hot, it's so hot it should carry its own fire risk warning. But, it's so much more than just erotica.
It's a whole new omegaverse alternate universe setting, with its own rules to be followed.
Roe always has an author's note on the books he describes as erotica and I totally get why, but for me, they're never just porn without plot.
Are there loads of sex scenes – yes.
Do those sex scenes blow the roof off with their insane heat? Again yes.
But, is there emotional connectivity, trust, expectation, feelings, love, desire and protectiveness as well?
You better believe it.
Roe Horvat is a master at this game and I will never not applaud him for the way he takes risks not only with the stories he writes, but with the way he chooses to market them.
This is unashamedly erotic, and I appreciated every single dirty line, every bit of heat, all the knotting and mating rituals which come with an alpha and omega, and the fire and sparks exploding in every encounter.
Thanks Roe for doing what you do so well – explore the sexual behaviours of people in a multitude of ways and do it with honesty and no shame.
#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review
Reviews: LGBTQ+
Blog Tour: Surviving The Break by C.P. Harris
Surviving the Break | C.P. Harris
Chadwick #2
Release Date: October 6th, 2020
Max doesn't do repeats, and he definitely doesn't do commitments. Months after a hot encounter with a smooth-talking stranger in a bar room bathroom, Max comes face to face with the same sexy doctor during the unveiling of the community center's dance studio. And the man is just as pushy and perceptive as Max remembers.
Because of their mutual friendships, Max now has to work overtime to keep Dr. Ashton Jackson at arm's length. Will he succeed in resisting the undeniable attraction he feels toward the man, or will he risk putting his heart on the line for love… again?
Ash isn't afraid of love. He's just never met The One. But there was something about the brown-eyed stranger he hooked up with that he can't get out of his head. When their paths cross again unexpectedly, Ashton hopes to convince the wounded man with the heart of gold to give love a second chance.
But what happens when the truth behind Max's heartache threatens to leave Ash questioning everything he's ever believed about himself? Will he too be left broken? Or will he and Max survive the break?
The farm sat on twenty acres of land. We drove past it on our way to the cottage about a half a mile down the road. We unloaded the bags from the trunk and went inside, Pluto bringing up the rear.
In the hearth, a fire blazed, and the lemony scent confirmed the place had been freshly cleaned. The cottage was quaint. A simple living room, kitchen, a half-bath, and a bedroom with a master. Light wood and cream furnishings made up the decor.
I followed Ash down the hall to the bedroom. "Ash, you've been quiet since our encounter with Hayden. This isn't like you. Talk to me." I made a grab for his arm, but he pulled away.
"Have you ever fucked in a barn?" he asked.
Where did that come from? "No, I can't say that I have."
He swooped into my personal space and kissed me. The shift made me lightheaded, but I let him take what he needed. "I want you," he said, before eating away at my lips again. I went with the flow, trying to remove his shirt. "Not here," he said. "In the barn."
I stepped back, adjusting myself in my jeans. "Why the barn?"
"It just has to be."
"There might be people in there."
"Or there may not be," he countered.
"Ash." I struggled for anything to say that would defuse his course. "The barn will be cold."
His gaze strayed to the bed, and he snatched the king-sized comforter off it. "Problem solved."
He was distant and internalized. It wasn't like Ash to not express himself. I led the way.
The barn was empty, and I lit a kerosene lamp while Ash removed his clothes. I rested the lamp on a low wooden table.
"Am I yours, Max?" asked a now-naked Ash.
"Yes, of course." I licked my lips at the sight of his hard nudity.
He spread the blanket over the hay and got down on all fours, ass facing me. He peered over his shoulder, undulating his hips as he seared me with a dark, heat filled gaze, his balls swinging like bells between his spread thighs. "Prove it."
Ash liked to top me when he thought I needed to be reminded that I was his, but when he needed reassurance that he was mine, he all but begged for a good ass-fucking. "Ash—"
"In me, now," he growled.
Surviving the Merge
My name is Justin, and when I was seventeen, I fell in love with a boy named Damon.
Damon was sick, only I didn't know it at the time. And like any disease left untreated, it festered and burrowed into the unaffected areas of us, until we were both so far from healthy, we were killing one another.
Then a tragedy sparked our implosion.
With nothing of us remaining to salvage, I was left to pick up the pieces, while Damon found his escape in the abyss. Leaving me alone with his alter, Blake.
Damon and Blake are two halves of a whole. But Damon is the coldest part of darkness, and Blake the warmest part of light. Which form of ecstasy would you choose?
I love Blake with a ferocious intensity akin to the peeling back of skin. Except Blake isn't Damon, but Damon was gone—until now.
What once threatened to tear us apart has become our catharsis.
Outnumbered in a relationship with the man who is my life, I've begun to learn more about love than I ever thought possible.
But can our love survive the merge?
**WARNINGS: Contains explicit sex, violence, graphic language, and an MC with dissociative identity disorder.
Author's note: For a full set of trigger warnings, please use the Amazon "look inside" feature to find them within the first several pages.
C.P. Harris resides in the city that never sleeps, although for her it's lights-out by ten. She grudgingly dedicates her nine-to-five time slots to the finance world, but her most important role is mother to teenage twins. Her hobbies include, traveling, boxing, reading, writing–and more reading. And… more writing.
She's always had dreams of being a writer and after waking up from the most disturbing but romantic dream one April morning, she ran out and bought a laptop and hasn't looked back. Romance is where her heart is, but she has plans to spread her wings across genres.
Website: www.cpharrisauthor.com
Facebook: Facebook.com/CPHARRIS
Facebook Group: Facebook.com/groups/CPSGRAYAREAS
Instagram: @authorcpharris
Twitter: @CPauthor
Bookbub: @Authorcpharris
To celebrate C.P.'s new release, we are giving away $5 Amazon Gift Card & an e-bundle of the 2 current Chadwick Books!
Release Blitz: Beautiful Beast by Roe Horvat
Posted on May 1, 2020 by Mirrigold
Beautiful Beast | Roe Horvat
Those Other Books #4
Cover Artist: Garrett Leigh @Black Jazz Design
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 42,000 words
It is a standalone story
Available on Kindle Unlimited
Universal Link: http://mybook.to/BeautifulBeast
Beautiful Beast is a light tale of lust and love, about a beautiful dancer who keeps a wild beast locked inside him, and the man who sets it free.
Kevin used to hold himself back, trying to keep his less conventional desires to himself. With Joakim, he feels free. It's almost as if Joakim can read Kevin's subconscious, touching the right places at exactly the right time, and whispering the most shameless things…filthy, and oh so satisfying.
Falling for Kevin is easy. Joakim can feel it happening and he's powerless to do anything about it. With every touch, his desire grows. Men have chased him for his money and status before, but Kevin doesn't seem to care about any of that. Maybe this time, Joakim should let himself fall, and hope the landing will be soft.
Joakim recognized him immediately. Kevin's heart-shaped, plump lips stretched in a careful smile; he was stunning. There weren't good enough words to describe the man's angelic face. Light blue eyes, big, round and sparkling, with long lashes. His nose was small and perfectly straight, cheekbones high and sharply cut, jawline soft and boyish, even though the thin lines on his forehead said he must be closer to thirty than twenty. Kevin had an exquisite face and an exquisite smile.
He moved like the dancer he was, drifting gracefully among the people in the crowded restaurant until he stood close to the tall table Joakim waited by. He blinked nervously, and those full lips parted. Joakim wanted to suck on them, see if they turned a darker shade of red… And he was just sitting there, gaping like a fool. Realizing his mistake, he jumped up from his seat to welcome his date properly. The chair scraped on the floor, making an awful sound over the sultry music in the restaurant. Joakim winced.
"Sorry," he said. "Hi. Hello. Lovely to finally meet you properly."
"Hi," Kevin said and smiled a shy smile, which would have buckled Joakim's knees if he hadn't been leaning on the table with one hand.
"Hi," he repeated dumbly. Then he had to laugh. "Sorry, I'm just…" He gestured helplessly at Kevin and shook his head. He'd spent the past few days telling himself it was nothing. Just a lark. But now the beautiful creature that had been following him in his dreams was here in the flesh, and Joakim floundered like he never had before. Could he at least stay coherent, for fuck's sakes?
"What?" Kevin said, perplexed. He looked down, perusing his own body, probably looking for stains or an open fly.
"No! God, no. You look great. I'm just a bit stunned, that's all. I'll put myself back together in a minute, I promise."
Kevin only looked more bewildered.
"Sit down," Joakim said decisively. "Sit, and we'll have a drink. I definitely need it."
Kevin chuckled, still puzzled, and sat opposite Joakim at the tall round table. The chairs were as high as bar stools but more comfortable with plush armrests. Joakim couldn't help but follow the lines of Kevin's body with his gaze as the man settled into his chair, all long, slim limbs and graceful movements. He was dressed casually, in light beige chinos, tight over his sculpted thighs and calves, a blue button-up with a fine pink flowery print, and a silver-gray jacket. His clothes and movements had that subtle feminine flair Joakim always admired. It spoke of courage and honesty, of being comfortable with your true self. Combined with the shine of his blond, windswept hair and his milky skin, Kevin shone in the dim restaurant like a fucking supernova.
Joakim was still staring. Say something normal. Anything! Joakim only thought of telling Kevin he was the most gorgeous being he'd ever seen in his whole damned life, but he stopped himself. Other than that, nothing came. First date, dammit. You've done this hundreds of times. Get a grip.
Kevin was nervous now, fiddling with his sleeve, and he looked at Joakim from the corner of his eye. Joakim realized that in order to restart his brain, he needed to look away. Tearing his gaze away from Kevin was painful, but Joakim managed to steer his attention to the bar. Look, there are glasses and shakers. Bottles. Personnel. A bartender. Say something normal.
"They have cocktails, but there's also sake. They're known for their great sake selection. Or Japanese beer? Lager?" And now he was rambling. Jesus! After an epic dry spell, I finally meet a man I actually want to impress, and that's when my intellect decides to take a day off? Really?
"Sake sounds great. I haven't had sake in ages."
"You're in for a treat. They're quite busy, so we might have to wait a tiny bit longer, but the food is worth it."
"I trust you," Kevin said with a soft smile, and Joakim's brain scrambled again.
"Wow, I can't even look at you," he blurted.
Kevin's eyes widened. He blinked, obviously at a loss as to what to say and jumping to the wrong conclusions already.
"No! Shit, sorry. Not like that. I… your face is very distracting."
Still confused, Kevin parted his amazing mouth to speak, but Joakim intercepted him. "You are beautiful, Kevin. Gorgeous. And it's messing with my head a little. I'll be fine in a minute. I better stop babbling before you run away."
"I… erm. Thank you?"
Joakim had to laugh at the sincere bewilderment of the man.
"Let's order some sake," Joakim said, trying to climb out of the hole he'd managed to dig himself during the first two minutes of the date.
"Yeah. I think I need a drink too," Kevin said in a perfectly natural voice, and Joakim thanked all the gods and all the elements and Kevin for saving him from lethal embarrassment. Joakim could talk about food and sake without saying something stupid. He was almost sure he could.
Queer fiction author Roe Horvat was born in the post-communist wasteland of former Czechoslovakia. Equipped with a dark sense of sarcasm, Roe traveled Europe and finally settled in Sweden.
He came out as transgender in 2017 and has been fabulous since. He loves Jane Austen, Douglas Adams, bad action movies, stand-up comedy, pale ale, and daiquiri. When not hiding in the studio doing graphics, he can be found trolling cafés in Gothenburg, writing, and people-watching.
Blog/Website | Facebook | Twitter | Newsletter Sign-up | Instagram
FREE Reads on Prolific Works
Win one of five e-books by Roe Horvat (Beautiful Beast or any from my backlist)
Follow the tour and check out the other blog posts and reviews here