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New Release! The Baker Gets His Man by Rebecca Brochu

TBGHMWelcome to Rebecca Brochu who has a new release from Evernight Publishing, The Baker Gets His Man. I love the title of her newest M/M erotic quickie from the Romance on the Go line. Here’s more about the book:


Jacob Stine, one of the owners of the town’s bakery, has wanted Race Carroway since the moment they first met much to the amusement of his best friend Kyle.  Despite the obvious tension between them he’s always assumed that the hunky mechanic would never be interested in him.  Jacob’s contented himself with admiring Race from a distance until the day he’s forced to call him for help.

When the encounter turns steamy and then ends with Race running off without an explanation Jacob is torn between hurt and confusion.  He has to make the decision between finally moving on and trusting Race with one more chance.  Will the baker have what it takes to get his man?

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The wet heat of his mouth was almost torturous, and Jacob scrambled to find something to hold on to.  His hands skated over the top of Race’s buzzed hair for a moment before he forced them away to claw at the wood behind him.  Race reached up and grabbed one of Jacob’s hands, placing it on the back of his own head and pressing in silent permission…

Want more?? Of course you do because it’s just getting good but that also means we have to shift to password protected mode.

To continue CLICK ME and then enter “baker” as the password (no quote marks).

About Rebecca:

I am proud to say that I live in a small town in North Carolina, surrounded by fields and fresh air. Naturally I spend most of my days crouched in front of a keyboard or curled up with a book.  As an avid video game and anime enthusiast, it is an understatement to say that I have a vivid imagination. With a collection of games, dvd’s, and books that number too many to count I am often neck deep in some fantasy world.  I am also the proud owner of two haughty cats and one encouraging dog.  I truly do owe it all to the readers.  Thank you so very much.

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The SOB is here! Succubus Steam release day! 2

Succubus Steam1MIt’s here! It’s here!

I’m thrilled to finally be able to offer Succubus Steam, my first official toe-dipping into steampunk and my latest Romance on the Go. A tasty little sin nugget to read at lunch or before bed or anytime!

It’s no secret I’m a fan of historical romances and steampunk allows me to send my characters back to Victorian England but under a new set of rules. If you’ve seen any of my tweets or Six Sentence Sundays snippets, you know a very large automaton named Adam features prominently in the story. He’s not a BOB (battery operated boyfriend) but a SOB (steam operated boyfriend). To my knowledge even modern man has not yet been able to create a marvel such as Adam, and the ability to pull it off with anachronistic steam and clockwork technology?  Well, let’s just say I’m glad fiction readers have such elastic imaginations. LOL

What’s Succubus Steam about?

A succubus half-breed, such as Violet, who hobnobs with the highest echelons of Victorian London society, is a bride in a difficult marriage of extremes. Any act that wants of propriety, and she would find herself banished to the wilds of Cornwall where her full-blooded succubus sisters live and thrive. Yet she prefers the company of mortals, even if she must occasionally risk her reputation by engaging in discreet sexual liaisons.

When Violet’s great uncle dies and bequeaths her his laboratory and home, she crafts an artificially intelligent automaton named Adam to sate her carnal needs. Her plan is coming along nicely until an incubus from her past, and the unwitting model for her invention, discovers her secret. Violet has good reason to be wary of losing her heart to Lyle, but perhaps Adam is the key to fulfilling all of her desires.

Here’s a little taste to whet your appetite:

I wake to a pair of deep green eyes staring at me. “Adam?”

A grin blooms on his handsome face. “Adam? Is that what you named him? How biblical of you, Violet.” He straightens and roars with laughter.

On the bed, behind my back, a body stirs to life. I roll over and squeak at the twin of the man I’ve just woken to. “Adam?”

“Yes, my love,” says the male lying next to me.

“Oh, my God!” I sit bolt upright and cover my breasts with the sheets. Now that the sleep scales have fallen from my eyes and my brain, I understand my situation. “Lyle! How did you get in here?”

“Never mind that, you clever girl. What the deuce have you been making?” A few strides of his long legs carry him to the other side of the bed where Adam lies. “Adam? Is that your name?”

Adam sits and turns to me. “Who is this man, Violet, my dearest?

Lyle’s eyes grow wider. “Good Lord, he sounds exactly like … me!” He reaches out a hand and pokes Adam in the cheek. “Not nearly as good-looking though.”

“I am not a lord,” Adam tells Lyle gravely, and I can’t help but snicker at the shocked expression on Lyle’s face. “I belong to Violet. By what name shall I address you?”

“You may call me … Lord Cocksucker,” Lyle says mocking my creation.

Adam laughs, sounding so like the man he was modeled after. “Lord Cocksucker. That is an interesting name. I like to have my cock sucked. Do you?”

Lyle sits on the bed next to Adam. “Oh, yes I do, very much. You’re quite a lucky man if Violet sucks your cock. Does she?”

“Sometimes. Today I fucked her. It was our first time to have sexual intercourse, and I liked it very much. Violet is all any man could ever want in a lover.”

“Yes, I dare say she would be. Lucky you, my friend.”

“Lyle!” Both Lyle and Adam face me, one a pale replica of the other. “Adam, go to sleep now, please.”

“As you wish.” Adam lies supine and closes his eyes.

Lyle’s eyes drift to the tent Adam’s erect penis has created beneath the sheet. He reaches out and wraps a hand around the center pole. “A crude copy but nowhere near as grand as the real thing. Still, I applaud your taste.” He casts a smirk my way. “However, I’m really wondering but one thought at this moment and that’s … why?”

“Why?” I blink and wonder how much I should tell him. Given the extent of what he has discovered, I suppose no further harm can be dealt by sharing the why of Adam.

“Yes, why an inferior copy when you could have the superior original at the snap of your fingers?”


Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, Adam is a very large, steam-powered sex toy

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Succubus Games (October 2012)

Coming October 8th from Evernight Publishing.


Willow has had centuries in Sisyphus Prison to reinforce the hard-learned lesson that the jealous and capricious Greek gods are not to be trifled with. There are only two ways out, and both require Willow to compete in the annual gladiator match. The winner is freed while the loser marches straight to Tartarus to become one of Hades’ concubines. Willow plans to press all her succubus charms into service to gain the upper hand against her opponent…until she discovers who he is.

 Helveticus is a demi-god with a devilish plan of his own to win his freedom, a plan that begins with the seduction of his lush adversary. He is the last person Willow wishes to battle because she’s not sure whether she wants to kill him or kiss him. Only one can be crowned the victor. Who will win the war of body over heart?


Before my knuckles can strike Helveticus’s door, it swings open. We stare at each other, me waiting for him to invite me in, he for … no idea. Maybe he’s afraid of Tyche screwing him over if she finds out he’s dallying with me. I wonder if he knows I’m a succubus.

“So you’re a succubus, I hear?” he says.

Guess that mystery is shot.

He takes my hand and tugs me forward. His other hand slides into the small of my back, and a finger settles into the cleft of my ass.
Warmth from his palm pools briefly against my skin before winging through my body. Heat shoots to the tips of my fingers and toes before rebounding to ignite the space between my legs. Nice.

I glance about the room he’s invited me into. The ceiling looms high above us and is adorned with various erotic scenes—orgies, autoeroticism, men with women, women with women, men with men. Beneath my feet is an intricate mosaic tile depicting Zeus raping some poor mortal woman. Disgusting what passes for art these days.

“So, are you?” he asks.

“Am I what?”

The edges of his lips lift slightly. “A succubus?”

“Why does it matter?” I breeze past him, away from Zeus toward a vignette of Athena waging one of her many battles. Girl power. I’d rather look at her.

“It makes a difference in how we spend the next three and a half hours, considering we’ll be battling each other right after.”

I blow out a puff of contemptuous air. “Worried you can’t handle me?”

He bursts out laughing. “Oh, sweetheart. Have you got it all wrong.”

“Do I? What makes you think so?” I slip off my outer robe.

Helveticus’s eyes darken as they romp over the sheer gauze of my gown. I don’t often wear my gossamer frock, mostly because I’m worried my lust-crazed partners will rip it. I typically dial back the pheromones until my designer confection lies safely in a puddle at the foot of a bed.

“You really don’t know who I am, do you?” The distance between us shrinks, his sandals barely audible on the tile floor.

I tilt my head to stare at him, and lick my lips seductively. “No, I can’t say I do. Care to enlighten me?”

“Mars is my father.”

“Oh, you’re Italian? That explains the Latin on your walls, I guess.”

He moves closer. “Lilith is my mother.”

My smile withers. “Lilith?” Lilith is the Goddess of all succubi, the spiritual leader of my kind, if you will. “S-so, what does that make you?”

“Impervious to your abilities.” He’s toe to toe with me, a feral hunger in his eyes.


Trouble and danger are plotting a gangbang, and I’m the main course. I am not liking how this is going, especially since he’s having an effect on me. Parts of me are hardening; parts of me are softening. Blood is flooding my battle stations. If he’s Lilith’s son—I never knew she had a son—he thrives on sex as much as I do, craves it, takes it. He’s not an incubus though. I’ve met a few of those fellows in my day, and they are a nasty bunch of rapists. No, Helveticus is made of subtler but far more deadly stuff. However, if Mars, the Roman god of war, is his father, all bets on a kinder, gentler Helveticus are off. Time to bluff.

“From where I’m standing, I think you want me as much as I want you. I think you—”

Demanding lips on mine seal my remaining words in my head while two brawny arms trap me in their embrace. His power and presence overwhelm me, my breath stolen to ransom for my submission, which I gladly yield. Lips move over mine, urging them apart so his tongue can tease, then invade my mouth.

We catch our breaths and begin the kiss anew. His agile tongue traces the edges of my teeth before curling in an embrace with my tongue. Tangy sweet flavors of dates and pomegranates tantalize me.

I’m pressed closer, my breasts flattening against the steely hard chest and abdomen. My arms slide up and lock around his neck, and a tiny whimper escapes. He cups my buttocks and pulls my hips to his.

“Perhaps I underestimated your abilities, succubus.” A low growl precedes another kiss—long, slow, deep and toe curling. Molten desire sears my flesh, his touch the cause and the cure.

I lose all hope of winning this battle of sexual prowess; his masculine energy is so potent and compelling. My knees weaken, and my mind blanks out all thought other than how long before I can get his cock inside me, and why can’t it already be now.

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Release Day! Soul of the Succubus

I love release days. They are becoming an adrenaline rush habit. Today my Romance on the Go shorty, Soul of the Succubus releases in various ebook formats from Evernight Publishing at these fine book sellers:

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If you’re looking for a lot of HOT, a middling of HUMOR and a dash HORROR, this one’s for you!


After nearly four millennia, Yve, a succubus and harvester of souls, has finally met her quota. She must travel to hell to redeem her own from the devil who holds it in hock. Ta’avah, the hunky and charming minion responsible for luring Yve into sexual slavery, joins her for her redemption ceremony before an audience of ogling demons. The pair soon learn that deals with the devil are rarely settled to anyone’s satisfaction other than Lucifer’s. Only one weapon can trump those of the master of deception, but do Yve or Ta have enough humanity left in them to wield it?

Be Warned: multiple partners, menage sex, anal sex, public exhibition.


When I come to, Lou’s gone. It’s just me and Ta and … a dozen demons that don’t look too friendly. The ones who enjoyed the show are writhing in the final throes of their own erotic adventures. They pose no threat. The bastardized hybrids of beast and man, however, scare the bejeezus out of me.

“Get dressed while I hold them off,” Ta mutters, barely moving his lips. He buttons and zips up, staring down the bolder demons that move a mite too close. The monster-type aren’t clever but they’re persistent and deadly when the spirit moves. Their kind also tends to follow a pack mentality―when one attacks, they all attack.

I tug my own clothes on with supersonic speed, ditching the underwear. Before I slip on my boots, I remove the two church-blessed daggers I have concealed in the shank of each boot. I never visit Hell unarmed.

When I spin around, Ta holds an ax in one hand and a knife in the other. He’s also slipped on a shirt he either hid or stole. He takes in my status and nods. “You retain the title of smartest succubus I ever created.”

“High praise, indeed,” I say.

“If we can make it to the door of the palace, I can seal it from the outside. That’ll give us a small head start, hopefully enough to get us to the portal.”

“Why are you helping me instead of them?” I wave my dagger at a lecherous satyr who takes a swipe at me but only snags my hair.

“Because, my sweet Yve, you are not the only one who has fulfilled a contract.” Ta delivers a roundhouse kick to a second satyr who tries to sneak up on him. With a loud screech, it falls to the floor and is set upon by two dragon-like demons that rip it in half.

“What? You’re a conscript? You were human once?” All this time, I’d thought Ta a minion. I’d no idea, he’d bargained his way into the job of chief succubus-maker.

“A conscript bound to deliver a billion souls for my freedom through the succubi I made. Your millionth was my billionth plus one for extra security. I chose you well, Yve. You were my first, my favorite.” His smile is boyish with a hint of pride. The heart I thought frozen solid thousands of years ago thaws enough to release a slow drip of water.

“Let’s get the hell out of here then,” I say to Ta.

“On my signal… Now!”

I bolt for the door. Two drooling, fanged demons covered in thick pelts of black dreadlocks try to block my path. A stab in the gut transforms them into shrieking balls of fur and teeth. Four demons pounce and finish them off. The rest pursue. Ta spins to take out one of the speed demons.

“Keep going, I’ll be right behind you!” he yells.

I do, taking out three foul-smelling trolls who charge as I enter the front lobby. My flight skids to halt, however, when the front door refuses to open.

“Go!” Ta shouts as he finishes off a large attacker with the head of a komodo dragon and the body of an orangutan. I hear its death howls and Ta’s approaching footfall.

“It won’t open!” I shriek tugging on the door handle.

“It’s warded. Say ‘Owa’a Teygu’u Siyam’ three times while spinning and it’ll open.”

“What? Okay.” I do as Ta says and when I finish, he’s standing next to me flipping a series of latches I’d not noticed. The door swings free.

He chuckles and motions me through, slamming the door behind us. From his pocket, he produces a padlock he uses to secure an external latch. “Owa’a Teygu’u Siyam!” He claps his hands three times then clicks the lock shut. When he says the words, they sound suspiciously like ‘Oh what a goose I am.’ Damn him. I’m such an idiot.

“There was no magic ward on the door, was there?” I cross my arms in front of my chest, the points of my two daggers pointed to the sky.

“Nope. But you sure were cute spinning around, confessing your mental slowness.” A peal of laughter erupts and has to run its course before he takes my hand and says, “Come on, Miss Fois Gras. Let’s get out of here before Lou sics any more nasties on us.”

Author’s Note:

This is an updated version of “Yve Redeemed” from Sinisterotica with 50% more material added. The new story is much, much better.

Guest Kastil Eavenshade talks about The Heat of His Kiss 4

All my guests are special but Kastil Eavenshade is an extra special one. She and I joined the Evernight Publishing family at the same time about a year ago with our contributions to the Midnight Seduction Halloween anthology in 2011. But before that, we were and still are Scribophile buddies and Penis Sisters (long story I’ll share another time but it’s nothing kinky so don’t get all excited or nothing).

I shall turn over the reins to Ms. Eavenshade at this point to let her tell you herself about her LATEST release from Evernight (because she’s been very busy since that first short story in the Halloween anthology.) Take it away, Kastil!


Back when I became an author at Evernight Publishing, I never thought I’d come this far. Time sometimes throttles me to bits but when NaNo came around, I did a whole bunch of little stories instead of a 50k never to be finished novel.

Thus The Heat of His Kiss was born. I didn’t mean for it to happen. Mandy was a very minor character in Dream Weaver, my contribution to the Midnight Seduction: Manlove edition. She demanded to have her story be told and seduced my muse with gusto. The little whore gave in like he always does (SLUT!). Here’s the premise behind it:

When Mandy Weaver witnesses her fae brethren Justin find his beloved and life mate, her own eternal time clock ticks down to the last seconds. She hasn’t many moon cycles left before her choice to return to the heavens where she belongs is ripped away.

All because of a curse bestowed by Aphrodite and carried out by her son Eros. But Mandy can’t settle for the first man who charms her out of her clothes. If it’s not true love, she will be forced to live among the humans forever with an insatiable need for intimate contact every full moon.

To make matters worse Eros—the god responsible for damning her kind to the moral world—wants her for his own. Can she resist the man who caused her exile or submit to his charms?

A long shadow stretched across the print on the page, taking away her source of light.

“Enjoying the book, Mandy?”

She stiffened at the familiar voice. “Eros.” The word hissed from her throat as she slammed the book shut. Eyes full of fire bore into the God of Love. Mandy cursed inwardly, finally understanding the true nature of the tome in her hand.

Saggito meant ‘arrow’ in Latin.

Standing, her high heels gave her a good view of his crystal blue eyes.

“You planned this, didn’t you? Just one more rub in my face for what you’ve done.” She shoved the book into him. He reached out and snatched her. Only the hardback stood between their bodies touching.

“I always enjoyed your fiery temperament, Meldacaniel.” His finger traced along her jaw.

“Don’t call me that.” Heat rose in her cheeks as her fairy name tumbled from his lips. No matter how much anger she held for him, hearing her namesake in his deep baritone voice sent shivers up her spine. Warmness pooled at her center.

“I hear Justin found his mate.” His breath teased her skin. “You must be thrilled for him.”

She jerked from his grasp. “Bastard.” The grin on his face infuriated her further, and she stomped away. Eros’ power to compel two people to join also coated his scent, giving an erotic charge to her. That he could have so much power didn’t sit well in her stomach. In the fairy realm, she’d have given in to his whims and gladly curled her body close to his. In fact, she had. He molded to her body like no other and brought her to pleasurable heights she had not bathed in since being cursed.

“Damn you.” She seethed and blew out a breath to calm down. Whether she wanted to or not, her boss had put her in charge of this signing. She had to keep it together. Turning, Mandy noted Eros still smiled like a Cheshire cat. She adjusted her lapels and stalked toward him.

Two can play this game, she thought as her hips took a seductive sway. “Mr. Priapus, I have you seated right near the entranceway. May I bring you anything to drink?”

“You already have.” He winked. “Perhaps after this you and I can have a more intimate chat.” His eyes roamed the length of her body.

Her lips pursed into a tight smile, and she leaned in close. Mandy gave a slight moaning breath into his ear. “This isn’t the fae world, Eros. You’ve tasted what I have to offer before but here? Among the humans you cursed us with? I’ll give you nothing.”

“We’ll see about that one, my wild kitten. Keep the claws out. I like a challenge.” Eros glided past her and sat behind the large oak desk.

Mandy’s skin tingled and wetness formed between her legs. It became apparent she couldn’t resist his charms. Once the book signing ended, she’d disappear in the throng of wanting women vying for the egotistical man’s attention and race to her apartment to release the sexual tension with her own hands.


The Heat of His Kiss is part of Evernight’s new shorter length story line, Romance on the Go.

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