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You know often I am asked, “Who are you really?” As if my identity is a secret. I don’t share my image because it doesn’t relate to my books.  I write about love, sex, and strong connections between men.  Recently I had someone question whether I was actually a woman….I doubt this is a unique situation in regard to authors.  So, who am I?  I write these fabulous books, these beautiful characters.  I love my readers and their support. They make me a better author, a better person, and provide infinite inspiration.  Who questioned my person? Well, let’s just say he was someone with a tear, and he believed I was not the person I am.  This woman you see is Draven unmasked.  Oh, and a hot man below because who doesn’t love those?! Plus for the readers who love Club Syn (and all my other wicked readers).  You’ll meet this man.  This is a future character I’m working with.  He is beautiful, flawed, and captivating.Â
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Merry, Merry, all you wonderful readers! Thank you for joining in on Hopping into 2018 with Hot MM Reads. The books I write range from my hot Firehouse Six series (5 books and counting..), Pack of Light shifters (2 books and counting), many single titles, and of course the Picture Perfect series I co-author with LL Dahlin.
I’m all about creating beautifully broken characters because the flaws are what make a character strong and passionately unique.
Since the holiday season may have left us readers lacking in funds to fuel our book thirsty imaginations, I’ll be giving away a 30 dollar Amazon gift card. Just leave a comment below or on my Facebook page, revealing to me your favorite sub genre of MM. Do you like the gay for you? The nerd/jock? Perhaps a May/December? The stoic hero? The flawed romeo? What do you turn to when you want to snuggle up and get lost another world?
After you’ve had your fun on my page be sure to jump over and visit the next author on this little adventure…Lucy Lennox.
I’m sorry for not getting my sexy guys out to you. Let me just say that life has been pretty busy. I’d love your input….which do you want most?
Pack of Light: Jacob and Cory.
Firehouse Six: Gavin and Cole.
Club Syn: Ari and Luca.
Spin off of Firehouse Six: Bastian (EMT) and Cooper.
Picture Perfect: Gabe and Mason.
I will be doing ALL of them, just looking for input into what you want most! You guys are great and I adore you!!
âDo you think these jeans make my ass look too big?â Ari asked. He looked over at his roommate Spencer who stood frozen in the kitchen, his hand cradling a cup of coffee. A staple for the college student who was constantly doing homework late into the night. He learned early on that Spencerâs hours werenât much different than those of a party boy, but more boring.
âUhâŚâ
Ari tried to glanced over his shoulder, but nearly fell backwards. âWell?â
âI think if they were any tighter you would be on the floor in need of CPR. How does that not hurt yourâŚâ A pink blush colored Spencerâs cheeks when he gestured below Ariâs waist. âYou know.â
âMy cock? My slong? My dick?â Ari grinned, when Spencer reddened further. Ariâs homegrown Iowa roommate was shy as could be and adorable to boot. If he werenât shagging one of the college professors Ari still might be trying to sneak his way into those well worn levis. âWell, sugar, the trick is all in the way you tuck your package. You donât want any damage done if you get hard when you see Mr. Right or Mr. Right now. A zipper imprint is not sexy.â
Spencer shook his head. âYouâre insane.â
âIâm determined.â
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âIâll leave in the morning. The list of people who wonât kill me for calling them for a ride is much longer when the sun comes up. I can meet them somewhere nearbyâ
Cole scooted a little closer, his small hand settled on Gavinâs thigh, and his voice dropped to a silky low tempting rasp. âPretty, please.â
To his shock Gavinâs cock jerked in his jeans. He’d never been the focus of Coleâs seductive charms. He didnât like it. Especially when he felt like Cole was manipulating him. âDonât do that.â
âWhat?â
âBe flirty with me to get your way.â Gavin kept one hand on the steering wheel, but removed Coleâs from his thigh.
âYou can stay at my place, on the couch.â Without casting one more look Coleâs way Gavin chanted in his head, âNeed to get home to sleep. Need to get home to sleep. Need to get home to sleep.â
Nothing good ever happens after two am.
~ Above is an excerpt from Firehouse Six, book 6, Gavin and Cole’s story. Â đ Â
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~ Above is an excerpt from, The Closer I Get (Picture Perfect, book 1), a book by Draven St. James and LL Dahlin. Available Now! Â
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     Croix Matthews has been hot for his best friend Brayden OâConner since the moment he rescued the homeless boy from the street as a teen. Since everyone in his world, including Brayden, thinks heâs straight heâs had no luck with his timid attempts at letting his friend know heâd like a shot at being more, but with International super model Brayden finally boyfriend free the time to go full throttle is now.
Brayden hears his friendâs plea for assistance and assumes his straight bestie needs help with the ladies. Although he all but chokes on the task he’d do anything for the man who saved his life. If that means not investigating the meaning behind the shy come hither looks Croix is always throwing at him, so be it.
The closer they get to each other the more they can see how large the obstacles are. Will they stand strong together or will they let themselves be torn further apart?
With an evil little chuckle, he glanced at Croix then back at a the row of bottles ranging from scotch, tequila, to vodka. All aged twelve years and older.
   Damn.
âOh, I know what we can do.â Brayden tapped along the bottles until he found the tequila of his dreams. This would work just fine. Snagging the liquid gold he held the bottle out to Croix.
Croixâs eyes went wide, and he shook his head, backing away. âNo. Last time we drank I woke up with purple hair and a tattoo of âGet it while itâs hotâ on my ass.â
Brayden burst into laughter. âDo you still have that?â He very vividly recalled the scrolled lettering across Croixâs delectable, right cheek. Hell, he had a picture of it on his phone. Not that heâd tell Croix. Ever.
Croix scowled. âIâm not drinking with you.â
âCome on, show me the tattoo.â Brayden cradled the bottle and peeked around Croix like he could see through his clothes.
âStop it, you perv,â Croix demanded. âI blame you for that thing ever being on my body. I still think you were sober enough to stop it. The only way you get answers is if I become a stripper and perform a private show.â
What I wouldnât give for a private show, Brayden thought while keeping the words under lock and key. Instead he said, âI was sloshed, truly.â
âIâm still not drinking with you.â
âCome on,â Brayden insisted. âThere isnât a tattoo place for miles, and no hair dye in the house, right? The worst I could do is shave off all your body hair and maybe take embarrassing photos to add to my collection.â Brayden had tons. There was rarely a time when he didnât sneak a pic, and a drunk Croix was a sight to behold.
âYouâre not selling your case here.â Croix put his hands on his hips, one brow raised.
âFine, Iâll do double shots while you do singles,â Brayden offered, knowing even with those odds Croix would still get hammered way before him. Croix could get drunk on the vapors of hard alcohol.
Croix exhaled loudly, running his hand through the silky locks of hair Brayden longed to touch before muttering, âFine, but if I go all Blare Witch in the forest with my camera phone, youâre in deep shit.â Croix snatched the bottle. âGet the glasses, and Iâll get some soda. Thereâs no way I can drink tequila without a backer.â
Brayden laughed when Croix gave the bottle a dirty look.
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âHavenât you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a man? To be with me?â
Croix jerked back, his eyes wide with shock, but what surprised Brayden was the desire in their depths. âIâm not having this conversation with you right now.â Croix opened the door.
âWhy not?â Braydenâs alcohol induced haze pushed him to the brink of bravery and right into the well of insanity. The questions and cravings heâd had for his friend for so long rose to the surface.
âYouâre drunk,â Croix muttered, shoving him into the car.
âNot so drunk I donât know what I want,â Brayden admitted for the first time out loud.
~ Above is an excerpt from The Closer I Get, Picture Perfect book 1. Available January 3rd! đ
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It’s that time of year again. Have you been naughty or nice? Â Maybe a little of both? Â At this time I choose to share my twist on a very old classic. Â Enjoy. Â đ
“‘Twas the Naughty Night Before Christmas”
âTwas the night before Christmas, when all throâ the house,
Not a shifter was stirring, not even a mouse;
The Condoms were stored by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Devon McCormack soon would be there;
Some writers were nestled, some hogging the beds
While visions of naked men danced through their heads
And Leela in leather, with Jase and his nightcap
Were attempting to recoup from a bar fight mishap
When out on the lawn Daisy made such a clatter,
Jase leapt from the floor to see what was the matter
Away to the window Jase flew like a flash,
Tripping over Mary Wallace in his mad dash
The shimmer of glow sticks on the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the people below
When, what to his sleep deprived eyes should appear
But a gaggle of authors, the best of the year
With a wicked hot leader, so vibrant and quick
Jase knew right away it was Becky Condit
With starbucks, swag to free Wifi they came
And Becky whistled, and shouted, and callâd them by name
Hey Posy, Riley,Tara, and Glenn
Yo! Skinner, Valentine, Parkinson, and Lynne.
To the top of the porch! The key hangs on the wall!
Then dash up the stairs donât forget the gag ball.
As wicked words whispered ripe to unfold
Meet with idle authors, troubles soon to be told
So up to the house they strode two by two
Both naughty and nice, both lacking virtue.
All joyful and merry far from aloof
Some powered by alcohol, one-hundred proof
They opened the door ready for another round
When down the chimney a stripper came with a bound:
He was dressâd all in leather, from his head to his foot
With his bronze skin layered in glitter and soot
Sex toys galore could be seen in his sack
And a radio within played, baby got back
His hips how they swiveled to music so merry
His cheeks were rock hard, g-string red as a cherry
Devon finally arrived with Karrie Jax in tow
Tens, twenties and fives stuffed way down below,
Piper Kay peeked into his bag of goodies and sweets
Sharing only with Cardeno, her pilfered treats
The dancer made the rounds with much Joy and glee
And boy was he packing from what Jase could see.
The music grew louder, books shook on the shelf
Laughter and leering at the leather bound elf.
The man gave a wink when his g-string he shed
Suddenly lights through the window flashed blue and red
A siren blared and all those present gave a jerk.
The man dived for his clothes finished with his work
And with a tuck and a zip, package enclosed
With one last shimmy, up the chimney he rose
With the cops at the door the authors did hide
Leaving Draven, who was fit to be tied
But Jase heard Draven exclaim, as the squad car took flight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
~The End
Brayden rubbed his face against Croix, loving the slight abrasion from the five-oâclock shadow. âHavenât you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a man? To be with me?â
Croix jerked back, his eyes wide with shock, but what surprised Brayden was the desire in their depths. âIâm not having this conversation with you right now.â Croix opened the door.
âWhy not?â Braydenâs alcohol induced haze pushed him to the brink of bravery and right into the well of insanity. The questions and cravings heâd had for his friend for so long rose to the surface.
âYouâre drunk,â Croix muttered, shoving him into the car.
âNot so drunk I donât know what I want,â Brayden admitted for the first time out loud. Later he could blame the alcohol, but right now, in this moment, it was surreal. Croix actually looked at him with fire in his eyes; there was lust there, or Brayden was delusional. He closed his eye, murmuring, âNot that it will ever happen.â
The door slammed, and the other opened, followed by another loud bang. He could swear he could feel Croixâs warmth across the console seeping into his skin. The scent of leather and Croixâs spicy, musky cologne filled the small space.