#NewRelease - Role Reversal by Shiloh Saddler (@ShilohSaddler), an #Erotic #MMRomance

It seems like only yesterday that Shiloh Saddler visited, perhaps because it was. Being super prolific, this erotic romance author's got yet another new release to promote. Here's a quick look at Role Reversal.

Content Warning

Contains Intense Edgy Erotic Romance including historical style BDSM and D/S. If you would rather not read such things, please don't continue. By not leaving, you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years old or the age of consent in your country. 

Role Reversal

by Shiloh Saddler

When his former love interest reappears in his life can he get over the man's betrayal and embrace the future?

Before the War Between the States, Andrew had deep feelings for Robert, but he couldn't express his desires to his young master. When the family fled Atlanta, he ran away to obtain his freedom. Ten years later, Andrew is not only free but the wealthy owner of several barbershops in New Orleans. Only one thing is lacking from his life: a long-term lover. When a customer tells him the whorehouse hired a new male prostitute he hopes visiting him could ease his loneliness. Only in his wildest dreams did he imagine the new whore to be Robert.

The war turned Robert's life upside down. Without slaves to work his plantation, his father sold Robert to a brothel. Trained in the art of submission, Robert hates his life as a whore, but he doesn't see a way out. Heartache hits him when he thinks about his past and happy memories of Andrew. The man deserted him when they were children, just like everyone he cared for had over the years.

Excerpt

Robert lay stretched over the foot of the bed, waiting for Andrew to take him. His heart pounded an erratic rhythm in anticipation. For all the men who had fucked him up until now he’d been merely a toy. None of them had cared about his feelings, but Andrew was different because of their shared past. As his manservant, and bodyguard from the bullies at school, Andrew had taken care of him, been nothing but generous and kind. He knew the dominant man would possess the same care and generosity in the bedroom and this fuck would better than any he’d had before.

Andrew put a warm hand on the small of his back and leaned over him. “Have you had a plug before?” he whispered in his ear.

Robert swallowed. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good. Then you know what to expect. I am going to give you a plug. It will stretch you and make you ready for me.”

Andrew walked away for him for a moment probably to get the plug and some cream. Robert spread his legs wider, letting him know he was ready.

Andrew ran both hands from his waist to the round globes of his ass. While he delighted in the man’s caress he wanted more. The man separated his cheeks and then licked his hole. Robert gasped, surprised by the man’s moist wet tongue.

“You taste like my milk and honey soap,” Andrew said in a deep rumble. “I want you to spread your cheeks for me.”

Robert reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. Stuck in this position he could barely move. Maybe that was what the dominant man wanted.

Silence. Robert turned his head and saw Andrew open a jar of cream and spread a liberal amount all over his thick dark fingers.

Robert turned his head into the mattress and prepared himself to be entered.

Andrew slipped a finger into his hole and massaged, eliciting a tiny moan. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Robert hissed. He was more than ready.

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About Shiloh Saddler

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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#NewRelease and $20 #Giveaway - Don't Call Me Iron Man by N.D. Wylders (@dakota75), a @DecadentPub #MMRomance

You might not be aware of this, by my fellow Decadent Publishing author N.D. Wylders is the queen of fun and games. Her blog tours, hops, and scavenger hunts put mine to shame, and now that she has buy links, we're ready to electronically party!

Read on to find out how to win $20 bucks! 

Hello, I’m ND and I’m here to not only promote, but celebrate both the release of my first ever Beyond Fairytales story and the Christmas Holiday. I’m even giving away a $20 Amazon Gift Card and a copy of the book! 

 When I got to thinking about a blog tour, I decided I wanted to go with something that celebrates the holiday but isn’t strictly about promo. So here’s what I come up with…over the next six days, you - my dear readers, will get a glimpse of what a good old fashioned Christmas is like to a grown up cybernetic man who’s never experienced it.  So pull up a chair, a glass of your favorite holiday drink – whether that be eggnog or apple cider, and enjoy a little holiday fun as Ivan introduces his master and lover to everything that we humans take for granted during the holiday season…

 Cranberries and Warm Bottoms

Taking a deep breath, Ivan picked up the tray holding a huge bowl of popcorn he’d had to pop to replace the bowl he’d made the day before, a smaller dish of fresh cranberries, a spool of metallic gold thread, scissors, and a few needles. It had been years since he’d done this, but he couldn’t help but be nervous.  What if Lucero thought this was stupid?  Or worse just humored him?

“I’m growing impatient, amans.  Don’t make me come in there and get you.”  The command in his master’s voice sent shivers of awareness down Ivan’s spine.  He recognized that tone.  Lucero wasn’t fooling around. 

“Coming.”  He shouldered past the swinging door and entered his living room, where Lucero sprawled on the couch with Luci-belle curled up in a tight ball on his chest.   His dick, which had softened a little while he’d gathered the supplies, went hard.  He barely had time to set the tray down on the low stand next to the couch, when Lucero commanded his attention.

“Come here.”  Lucero snapped his fingers without disturbing her highness.  “It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.” 

He opened his mouth to protest as nerves set in.  He wanted to retort that the man had done his share of groping while they’d stomped through the new snowfall to find the perfect tree. That same tree currently held a position of honor in front of the bay windows of his living room.  So much teasing that Ivan had nearly come in his pants, or would’ve if the attendant at the farm hadn’t stopped to ask if he needed help loading the tree into the truck. 

“I don’t like having to repeat myself, Ivan.”  Lucero sat up and set the cat aside. 

He blanched as he realized that his master hadn’t appreciated his slowness in responding.  “I’m sorry, I…”  He knew Lucero wouldn’t deliberately be cruel or mean, but the part of him that lived to submit to the man, cringed at the idea of not pleasing him. 

“I know.”  Lucero threaded his fingers through Ivan’s long hair, his nails erotically scratching at his scalp, before tugging on the strands as Lucero pulled his head down for a kiss.  Ivan moaned softly against Lucero’s lips, highly aware of his naked state compared to that of his clothed master. 

By the time he released Ivan from the kiss, he was ready to forget about stringing the garland and beg his Sir to fuck him.  It was always like this.  The red-hot need to belong to the smaller man… to lose himself in his master’s embrace. 

“Fuck the decorations. Take me to bed, Sir?”

“No. This is part of your traditions.”  Lucero growled, just before Ivan’s ass lit up, bright as any lights on any Christmas tree, when Lucero’s hand landed hard.  “You promised we’d decorate this tree. So let’s get started or would you rather have a good ass warming first?”

Ivan groaned. “Damned if the later doesn’t sound tempting, but a promise is a promise.”  He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to rub the spot where Lucero had smacked.  “We’ll have to string the lights first, but let’s get started on the cranberry and popcorn garland…”  Ivan struggled to focus on the task at hand…all the while knowing that once they were finished his master would probably pounce…and he couldn’t wait.

Stay tuned tomorrow to find out if Ivan gets his reward for keeping his promise or not…on Louisa Bacio’s blog.   And don’t forget to tell me if you have a tradition you do every year, or do you wing it?...  in the Rafflecopter form (or link) below…you’ll be entered to win a twenty dollar gift card from Amazon and a free copy of Don’t Call Me Iron Man. I’ll be drawing the winner on Dec 21st and announcing the winner on my BLOG.

Don't Call Me Iron Man

by N.D. Wylders

Once upon a time...there was this guy. A man who had an IQ out of this world and was arrogant enough to give the legendary Tony Stark a run for his money. He had everything he could ever want—a good job, more money than he knew what to do with, and all the sex he wanted—no strings attached. But that all changed on one fateful night... 

The last thing Ivan Chugunov expects when he drop by his favorite haunt for a few brews is to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listens to the man's tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he finds himself lost in the story...only to awaken in another realm—one with a quest—for him. Repair the purifier vital to all those who lived and retrieve a medical unit. Seems simple enough and a small price to pay to return to his own time. 

Well, until he finds out that said 'LT-1789 unit' is actually a reclusive cybernetic man. One who will demand his own price of Ivan—three nights of unbridled sexual bliss...with Ivan at his mercy. Only then will he return to the royal clutch.

Can Ivan, a man who relishes control above all else, submit to a man who may be more machine than human? 

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Find out about Ivan and Lucero’s other holiday experiences…

Dec 15th – TL Reeve

Dec 16th – Kate Richards

Dec 17th – YOU ARE HERE

Dec 18th – Louisa Bacio

Dec 19th – Kerry Adrienne

Dec 20th – Tara Andrews

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#WriteTip - Is Your POV Working? by Shiloh Saddler (@ShilohSaddler), a @DecadentPub #MMRomance Author

I'm delighted to welcome Shiloh Saddler back to offer another #WriteTip. Before I take out my notebook, I should let you know that this prolific author has a brand new book out. Part of Decadent Publishing's Beyond Fairytales line, Bitten by Snake Oil promises to be a sizzling hot MM Romance. It's available now, and there's a juicy excerpt for you at the end of this post. 

Is Your Point of View Working?

by Shiloh Saddler

I’d like to thank Tara for having me on her blog today. Bitten by Snake Oil, my Beyond Fairytales retelling of the Old Man Made Young Again, was released today. Have you heard of the story The Old Man Made Young Again? [Nope...not me.] I hadn’t when Decadent assigned me this story. I didn’t realize how many Grimm fairytales there were until I looked them up!

Bitten by Snake Oil was a challenge to write. The original story is far from romantic. It taught me many things one of which was how important the right point of view is for your story. I don’t know how many times I started writing Bitten by Snake Oil in third person. It is common for a romance to show both main characters in third person. However, it wasn’t working for me.

I could get inside my blacksmith’s head, Jed Riker, however the other man in my story Peter Saint was remaining silent. Being a medicine show salesman who dabbles in magic he didn’t want to give up his secrets. I finally relented and allowed him to remain in the shadows. As soon as I scrapped the draft and started in first person the story came together quickly. I realized that my blacksmith could carry the story all by himself.

Bitten by Snake Oil

by Shiloh Saddler

Since the death of his wife four years ago, blacksmith Jed Riker has been fighting his attraction to men. When sexy medicine-show man Peter Saint comes into Tumbleweed, Kansas, Jed buys his potion hoping for a cure, but receives vivid erotic dreams of the perfectly built salesman instead.

Jed’s uses all his strength and energy to fight the attraction in a town where the local preacher’s hellfire and damnation sermons promise repercussions if he dares to act on them. Can Peter Saint’s potions offer a solution and free the blacksmith to live and love as he wishes and not as his closed-minded neighbors demand?

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Excerpt

My chest rose and fell as I let out a long sigh. I sank deeper into the mattress, and my white-knuckle grip on alertness slipped.

Slowly, I succumbed to slumber.

“Are you mad at me, Blacksmith?”

I rolled over and blinked. Mr. Saint sat next to me on the bed, not wearing a stitch of clothing.

My gaze dropped to his growing cock. I caught myself and forced my attention back to his face.

“Why would I be mad at you?” My voice wavered. I didn’t know what he expected me to say and felt somehow this was a test…maybe even a trap.

Mr. Saint scooted closer to me, and his hand trailed down my bare arm, igniting sparks under my skin. “You didn’t seem too friendly with me earlier.”

My stomach tightened. How friendly did he want me to be? Considering he was sitting on my bed, naked, I was guessing very friendly.

“Sorry, Peter,” I mumbled. I should order him to put his clothes back on and leave my room immediately, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I could gaze at his angelic form all night long.

Disgusted with myself, I rolled back onto my side and again faced the wall. Maybe he would get the hint and leave. I bit my lip and held my breath.

“You can make it up to me,” he whispered in my ear.

“How?”

His hand traveled down my back and over the curve of my ass. He stopped, his palm firmly planted on my right cheek. “Let me inside you.”

About Shiloh Saddler

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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