Secrets of a Cam-Model

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Jaren was a bit broken, a lot lonely and totally lost, that is until he came across Dany. A cam model, who couldn’t be further away from what he needed, but who Jaren was finding hard to live without. With an ocean between them, Jaren struggles to find the faith to trust in the man he is falling for. A man he has never touched.

Dany is just trying to make a living, struggling day-to-day to get ends to meet. His job as a cam model keeps a roof over his head, but just barely. Bored, jaded and more than a little guarded he starts talking to a funny adorable nerd who frequents his room. The man brings laughter to his world, caring, and even genuine desire. The stirring of emotions creates a bond that is addictive, one Dany fears is love.

A mixture of yearning, lust, and jealousy ensues as their virtual lives intertwine with reality. When Jaren falls ill, Dany is left with one difficult choice; should he come to the aid of the man he loves, or let the chance of a lifetime slip through his fingers.



            “Dude, this guy is wearing the fall line of Victoria’s secret and a ball gag,” Jaren yelled. “For fucks sake, what portal of hell did you open on my computer?”

The laptop screen before him was filled with live cam feeds and his gaze flicked from room to room, each room pushing him into celibacy.

‘Oh dear god’ He physically winced when a rather large middle aged man wearing a diaper appeared. The most shocking was that there were at least forty-five viewers watching the show.

The images before him had all the blood from his cock rushing to his brain in protest. “Seriously, Luca,” he shouted.

The man in question literally flounced into the room. He wore nothing but a pair of boyshorts. His slender, smooth bronzed body, and glittering blue eyes held all the mischief of an evil demon, capped off with red streaked black hair. “Oh, D. You are soooo vanilla.” Luca plopped on the bed next to him, resting his head on Jaren’s shoulder to get a better view.

“I need a hot poker to gouge my eyes, and bleach for my brain to get rid of the mental image of you doing any of this. I’ll proudly sport the chastity belt.” Jaren’s brow furrowed as a room with a giant, like baby arm, dildo came into view. The man was slathering the monster up with Crisco, not lube, just baking supplies and a lot of effort. “No, just no.” He went to close the laptop but Luca stopped him.

“You always look to the negative,” Luca snarked and pointed at various cams that had basic men jacking off. All the guys looked like the every day average man from a bar. Some a bit too young and some way too old for Jaren’s taste. Many looked mid fake orgasm. “There are some cute guys on here and unlike porn, you can actually chat with them.”

Luca bumped his shoulder against Jaren’s and chuckled a bit manically.

“Man, is this what you do when you’re locked up in your room? Because this is not my version of a good time.” Jaren tried again to close the computer, but Luca held it open.

“Fuck, man, don’t be such a prude. Let’s find someone for you to at least talk to.” Luca squinted at the screen, his mouth pursed. “Hmmm. Nope. Nada. Never. Maybe for me.”

Closing his eyes Jaren rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes to block out some of the more disturbing images. There was nothing wrong with porn, hell he’d watched his share, but this blew his mind and not in a good way.

Luca smacked his leg. “I found one!”

Jaren opened one eye, fearful of what would light up his screen and was surprised to find startling blue eyes staring back at him. For a moment his breath froze in his lungs. Those eyes, even from a distance, even with an ocean of words not yet said, held a weariness that Jaren couldn’t begin to fathom.

Matched with the unnatural color of the man’s eyes was long black hair, the palest skin he had ever seen, and lips that were pressed into a firm line. Although he imagined they would be beautiful if curved into a smile. His face was all sharp angles. In a word, he was beautiful.


JDmoon: what porn are you watching today? J

Dany: the same…i almost don’t watch it…with you…

JDmoon: i might be sad if I miss out on the end of your show…damn token limit…but either way…I love you, sweetness…

Dany: how much time you have?

Dany: i love you too

JDmoon: like 8 minutes…hehe

Dany: umm….i’ll try  J

JDmoon: like a challenge…interesting… 😉

Dany: hahahahaha

JDmoon: ‘ now in the masturbation challenge, we have Dany…who is working to a 8 minute orgasm’!


JDmoon: ‘can he do it? let’s watch’…


An Author Revealed

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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. mg_0125_by_beepictures-d5wwz40


Hello A.S. 

Hopping into 2018 with Hot MM Reads


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.



Next book! Let me hear what you WANT!


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!!




Sexy Saturday at Club Syn


“Do you think these jeans make my ass look too big?” 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 Spencer’s hours weren’t much different than those of a party boy, but more boring.


Ari tried to glanced over his shoulder, but nearly fell backwards. “Well?”

“I think if they were any tighter you would be on the floor in need of CPR. How does that not hurt your…” A pink blush colored Spencer’s cheeks when he gestured below Ari’s waist. “You know.”

“My cock? My slong? My dick?” Ari grinned, when Spencer reddened further. Ari’s homegrown Iowa roommate was shy as could be and adorable to boot. If he weren’t shagging one of the college professors Ari still might be trying to sneak his way into those well worn levis. “Well, sugar, the trick is all in the way you tuck your package. You don’t want any damage done if you get hard when you see Mr. Right or Mr. Right now. A zipper imprint is not sexy.”

Spencer shook his head. “You’re insane.”

“I’m determined.”

~ Above is an excerpt from book two in the Club Syn series.  🙂  



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Sexy Saturday at Firehouse Six


“I’ll leave in the morning. The list of people who won’t kill me for calling them for a ride is much longer when the sun comes up. I can meet them somewhere nearby”

Cole scooted a little closer, his small hand settled on Gavin’s thigh, and his voice dropped to a silky low tempting rasp. “Pretty, please.”

To his shock Gavin’s cock jerked in his jeans. He’d never been the focus of Cole’s seductive charms. He didn’t like it. Especially when he felt like Cole was manipulating him. “Don’t do that.”


“Be flirty with me to get your way.” Gavin kept one hand on the steering wheel, but removed Cole’s from his thigh.

“You can stay at my place, on the couch.” Without casting one more look Cole’s way Gavin chanted in his head, ‘Need to get home to sleep. Need to get home to sleep. Need to get home to sleep.’

Nothing good ever happens after two am.

~ Above is an excerpt from Firehouse Six, book 6, Gavin and Cole’s story.  🙂  



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Sexy Saturday Snippet


         Brayden shoved Croix against the wall. Slamming into him with a bruising kiss, while holding him captive with his hands threaded through Croix’s hair. He ground against Croix trying to get as close as he could with their clothes still on. The delicious cup and squeeze of Croix’s hands on his ass had him moaning. Had his body drawn tight on the edge too soon, just a little more…


~ Above is an excerpt from, The Closer I Get (Picture Perfect, book 1), a book by Draven St. James and LL Dahlin. Available Now!  




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The Closer I Get


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         Croix Matthews has been hot for his best friend Brayden O’Conner since the moment he rescued the homeless boy from the street as a teen. Since everyone in his world, including Brayden, thinks he’s straight he’s had no luck with his timid attempts at letting his friend know he’d 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 friend’s 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.


“Oh, I know what we can do.” 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.

Croix’s eyes went wide, and he shook his head, backing away. “No. Last time we drank I woke up with purple hair and a tattoo of ‘Get it while it’s hot’ on my ass.

Brayden burst into laughter. “Do you still have that?” He very vividly recalled the scrolled lettering across Croix’s delectable, right cheek. Hell, he had a picture of it on his phone. Not that he’d tell Croix. Ever.

Croix scowled. “I’m not drinking with you.”

“Come on, show me the tattoo.” Brayden cradled the bottle and peeked around Croix like he could see through his clothes.

“Stop it, you perv,” Croix demanded. “I 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.”

What I wouldn’t give for a private show, Brayden thought while keeping the words under lock and key. Instead he said, “I was sloshed, truly.”

“I’m still not drinking with you.”

“Come on,” Brayden insisted. “There isn’t 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.” Brayden had tons. There was rarely a time when he didn’t sneak a pic, and a drunk Croix was a sight to behold.

“You’re not selling your case here.” Croix put his hands on his hips, one brow raised.

“Fine, I’ll do double shots while you do singles,” 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, “Fine, but if I go all Blare Witch in the forest with my camera phone, you’re in deep shit.” Croix snatched the bottle. “Get the glasses, and I’ll get some soda. There’s no way I can drink tequila without a backer.”

Brayden laughed when Croix gave the bottle a dirty look.


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“Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a man? To be with me?”

Croix jerked back, his eyes wide with shock, but what surprised Brayden was the desire in their depths. “I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” Croix opened the door.

“Why not?” Brayden’s alcohol induced haze pushed him to the brink of bravery and right into the well of insanity. The questions and cravings he’d had for his friend for so long rose to the surface.

“You’re drunk,” Croix muttered, shoving him into the car.

“Not so drunk I don’t know what I want,” Brayden admitted for the first time out loud.

~ Above is an excerpt from The Closer I Get, Picture Perfect book 1. Available January 3rd! 🙂

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It’s that time of year again. Have you been naughty or nice?  Maybe a little of both?  At this time I choose to share my twist on a very old classic.  Enjoy.  🙂

“‘Twas the Naughty Night Before Christmas”

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ 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 call’d 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 don’t 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 dress’d 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

This holiday season I’ll be releasing a new book, with my good friend LL Dahlin just after the new year.  So I guess that makes me a little nice.  🙂  Below is an excerpt for you to enjoy.  After which, leave a comment about your favorite romantic pairing, to be entered to win a ten dollar Amazon gift card.  


Brayden rubbed his face against Croix, loving the slight abrasion from the five-o’clock shadow. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a man? To be with me?”

Croix jerked back, his eyes wide with shock, but what surprised Brayden was the desire in their depths. “I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” Croix opened the door.

“Why not?” Brayden’s alcohol induced haze pushed him to the brink of bravery and right into the well of insanity. The questions and cravings he’d had for his friend for so long rose to the surface.

“You’re drunk,” Croix muttered, shoving him into the car.

“Not so drunk I don’t know what I want,” 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, “Not that it will ever happen.”

The door slammed, and the other opened, followed by another loud bang. He could swear he could feel Croix’s warmth across the console seeping into his skin. The scent of leather and Croix’s spicy, musky cologne filled the small space.


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