Down to Earth by Elizabeth Coldwell
When Ryan’s life comes crashing down, can the hottest nurse he’s ever met help put it back together again?
It started out the happiest day of Ryan Johnson’s life. At breakfast, his long-time boyfriend Craig accepted his proposal that they enter a civil partnership, and in the afternoon he’s making a parachute jump—a surprise organised by his new fiancé. But when his chute fails to open, experienced skydiver Ryan finds himself in the hospital, in traction and not going anywhere for a while…and everything starts to fall apart.
High-maintenance Craig doesn’t seem to want to be there for him anymore, but down-to-earth Luke—the hottest male nurse Ryan has ever seen—is determined to help him make a full recovery…and maybe even win his heart in the process...
Please, Doctor by Serena Yates
Patrick McNeill is obsessed with doctors. A serious-looking man in a white coat gets him hot enough to do...anything to please the physician.
Doctor Russell Walters is a successful emergency physician at the Royal Winkham Hospital during the day…and an occasional expert for a medical fetish club at night. He's only doing his best friend and club owner a favour—until he sees Patrick walk into their pretend clinic. The gorgeous brunet who casts shy glances at him inspires Russell to put his best bedside manner forward. Suddenly he is the one who wants to play doctor!
The 'medical examination' that follows is definitely not authentic—but who cares when both participants find more satisfaction in one another's arms than either thought possible…
Reader Advisory: This book may be hazardous to your health! Do not read if allergic to any of the following: unauthorized use of medical equipment, misappropriated procedures, or a significant dose of kinky sex between an extremely hot physician and his very eager patient.
Roley's Wood by A.J. Llewellyn
When Dr Jack Hanrahan set out for a much needed vacation, he had no idea his life would forever change on a remote biking trail in Roley's Wood…
Jack Hanrahan is a California surgeon taking a brief cycling vacation with friends in Edinburgh, Scotland. A woman's scream shatters his peaceful ride in the recently cleaned up Roley's Wood.
He and his best friend, Paul, a heart surgeon, race towards the sound. They find a woman lying on the ground, clinging to life, an arrow sticking out of her body. Jack and Paul have no way of knowing that she disappeared weeks ago and has been the subject of a huge manhunt. They try to help her, working on her frantically until they are able to call for help but by the time they reach the hospital, it's too late.
In the confusion, they realise whoever fired at her must have been an onlooker because the arrow Paul took out of the victim is missing. How could they have not noticed the killer sneaking back to remove it?
The case soon lands in the procurator fiscal's hands. Jack has never heard of this but soon finds that the man in question is the very sexy public prosecutor Brodie Shaw, who promptly asks Jack for help in the twisty mystery as they begin to fall in love with each other…
Love Without Borders by Sara York
Work brought them to the jungle, lust brought them together. But staying together may prove too difficult a task.
Jason believes the attraction he has for Doctor David Blankenship will never be more than lustful dreams until David shows up at the firehouse, asking Jason to travel to Guatemala with him for a charity trip. Excited that they’ll be working together, Jason is ultimately disappointed because their schedules are too hectic for them to even speak to each other.
Then magic happens when David seeks out Jason on the third night in the jungle giving both of them a taste of paradise. With the ice broken, David plans some time alone. But David’s ex wants to derail Jason and David’s relationship. Insecurities eat away at Jason, leaving their relationship hanging in the balance.
Doctor, Doctor by HL Holston & Eleanor Bruce
Chief Petty Officer Daniel Stewart has a problem, namely Dr Ryker Kincaid. Secret lovers for a year, is their romance doomed when Ryker decides to leave the Navy?
Daniel Stewart, Chief Petty Officer and dedicated Corpsmen, works at the Naval Hospital in Naples, Italy where he carries around two big secrets—one, he’s gay, and two, he’s in love with a very sexy Navy doctor, Ryker Kincaid, who he’s been having an affair with for a year. Yes, Don't Ask, Don't Tell may be gone, but military rules that prevent officers and enlisted from dating are still in place. Ryker and Daniel have to keep their relationship hush-hush or face discharge.
When Ryker elects to leave the Navy after his current tour is up, all of Daniel’s future plans for their careers are blown to bits and causes Daniel to spiral out of control. Will Daniel’s rash decision cost them everything or push their relationship to the next level?
Trusting the ER Doctor's Heart by Noelle Keaton
People trusted Kyle and Trent with their lives every day, surely the two men could entrust their hearts to each other.
After his last relationship resulted in a nasty break-up, the last thing emergency room physician Kyle Montgomery is looking for is another romance. Yet when he meets hunky paramedic Trent Jones, Kyle cannot deny the immediate attraction and undeniable spark between them. As their love develops, Kyle begins to put the past behind him and focus on his burgeoning relationship with Trent.
Trent, who has been drawn to Kyle ever since he first laid eyes on him, can hardly believe the handsome and sophisticated physician would give him a second glance, much less return his feelings. Coming from a modest background, Trent wonders if he’s in the same league as Kyle and if their relationship can go the distance. When Kyle’s former lover surfaces with allegations that cause Trent to question Kyle’s true feelings and motivations, it is up to both men to take stock and decide whether theirs is a love worth fighting for, a love worth trusting in...
The ground was coming towards him far too fast.
Remembering the words of his instructor, drilled into him when he’d first started taking skydiving lessons, he did his best to relax. His main parachute might have failed—the problem caused by more than a simple twist in the lines that could quickly be untangled—but he still had a reserve. He could see the white expanse of Craig’s chute fluttering below him, and tried to judge his own altitude from that. Less than a thousand feet, he reckoned. It left him no time to cut the main chute away. But that’s why he had a back-up. The chances of that failing, too, were so small as to be negligible.
Pulling at the deployment handle of the reserve chute with all the strength he had, he counted down the seconds, waiting for the reassuring feeling as the furled bundle of nylon cloth opened and the wind tugged him upward.
It didn’t come.
Oh, fuck, this is bad…really bad.
Fighting against the panic that threatened to overwhelm him, he tugged at the handle a second time. Still nothing. Despite the odds, the second chute had turned out to be as faulty as the first.
Below him, Craig’s parachute was a white blanket spread across the springy grass. It appeared he had landed safely. For him, this had been nothing but a routine jump. Praying that once Craig had gathered up his chute, he’d look up and notice what was wrong, Ryan closed his eyes, wanting his lover to be the last thing on his mind. Hitting the ground was going to hurt more than anything he’d ever known, and he needed a pleasant memory to distract him from thoughts of the pain to come.
Thinking of something pleasant where Craig was involved wouldn’t exactly be hard. Until then, today had been pretty much the best day of his life…
Please, Doctor by Serena Yates
"This was a huge mistake!" Patrick McNeill sat on the barstool and tried to hold on to his temper. With his back to the huge mirrors behind the glass shelves containing more different types of alcohol than he wanted to count, he had a good view of what was going on in the dim lighting. When he’d first walked in about an hour ago, he’d gaped at the unbelievable setup that made the bar area look über-decadent with the reflections visually doubling the number of bottles actually there. Despite the amazing display, it wasn’t the main attraction, however.
"How can going to Pepper on a Friday night be a mistake?" Martin, his best friend since elementary school, lowered the pint of bitter he’d been nursing and stared at Patrick as if he’d committed a crime. Martin shook his head, causing his red locks to bounce. His hair was just a little too long for his style to be called fashionable, and added to his big blue eyes they made him look more like a teenager than a man in his late twenties. "Pepper is the hottest gay club in Manchester—possibly all of north England!"
"I don’t know." Patrick shrugged and took another sip of his Porn Star #2—the smooth mixture of Malibu and crushed strawberries just sweet enough to soothe his rising annoyance. Some people might consider it a ‘girly’ drink, but he didn’t care. He was so far out of his element in this place it wasn’t funny. And anyway, this was a gay bar and the concoction was on the menu, so sue him for ordering one.
"What do you mean you don’t know?" Martin raised his eyebrows incredulously then pointed around them in a circular motion. "None of these men do it for you? Not even a little?"
Patrick surveyed his surroundings again, hoping to find a man who could hold his interest. This place offered a variety of choices to the discerning gay man on the prowl. Hell, even less perceptive patrons were sure to find someone to their liking here. The range went from the scruffy leather-type to the more sophisticated, well-dressed man, and from the very young up to the older 'daddies' who were so popular with some. Pepper was one of the few clubs able to attract this wide a clientele.
The overcrowded dance floor was definitely the biggest attraction. With loud, very bass-heavy music blaring through strategically placed loudspeakers, there was no escaping the rhythmic beat of Manchester’s hippest gay bar anywhere in the public areas, but the majority of the most outrageous action was right here. Well, the parts of the action with at least some clothing still in place. Based on what he saw here, Patrick was afraid to go to the men’s room, never mind check out any of the back rooms that seemed rather well frequented based on the number of people walking back and forth.
Roley's Wood by A.J. Llwellyn
"This is the last time—and I mean it, Paul—the very last time I’ll ever let you book our vacations for us." I couldn’t believe what I saw.
"Why? How can you say that? You haven’t even given the house a chance yet, Jack."
"I’ve given it a chance. Plenty of chances. It’s horrible. Absolutely horrible."
"No, it’s not. It’s just…well loved."
"Well loved?" I tried to hold my temper in check—after all, this was supposed to be a restful vacation. "Paul, it’s somebody’s house!"
"I know that. I thought it was a great idea. We wanted to see Edinburgh the way the locals do—"
"The poverty-stricken locals? God, Paul. Did you even look at some photos of it before you paid for it?"
"Of course I did." He got defensive. "I found the ad on Craigslist and there were tons of photos."
"And you saw the fake leather sofas and thought, what? That they were charming?"
"They’re very retro, Jack. Very in right now." He had to be joking.
I was afraid to touch anything. There was a grubby vibe to it all. I’d just recovered from a serious illness, and I needed and wanted clean. I wanted a nice hotel room with fresh-smelling sheets.
"Of all the terrible things you’ve done to me, babe, this is by far the worst." He huffed and puffed a moment. "It was cheap, and besides, we agreed we wouldn’t be inside all day. We agreed we wanted to have an authentic Edinburgh experience." I turned to Milo, Paul’s boyfriend. "And what do you think? You like this place?" The curly haired Brazilian bombshell lifted his shoulders, ever expressive in a mere gesture. "No. It’s a nightmare. I hope I wake up soon, but in case I don’t…it’s paid for and they won’t give us a refund. By the way, I just tried to wash my hands in the bathroom and the cold water tap fell off." "We got a discount for that," Paul said. "Anyway, somebody’s coming to fix it tomorrow." I sniffed. "It smells in here. I’m pretty sure it’s dirty diapers." "They have a baby." "I smell cat piss, too," Milo said. "Come on, guys, it’s not that bad. You’ll see. Hey, Jack—Milo and I will let you have the pick of the bedrooms." I lifted a brow. "Oh, that just makes my day. Only one room has a double bed—the other is a kid’s room. Is that the room you and Milo want?" Milo looked alarmed. "No, no! No single bed for me. You’re single. The single person gets the single bed. And I don’t dig the poopy diaper smell."
Love Without Borders by Sara York
Jason shrieked as Tom yanked his arm, causing him to tumble across Tom’s legs. The rest of the firemen jeered and cheered while Tom popped him on the ass twice.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" He struggled against Tom’s hold for a second, all the while laughing, his ribs still aching from the earlier exertion. The guys made catcalls in good fun. Tom delivered another strike and heat flashed over Jason’s entire body.
"Think you’re a superhero. We’ll bring you back to earth, rookie boy," Tom growled. "Don’t get too big for your britches, son, because we can always do this the next time you get cocky."
The station erupted into hoots of laughter. Tom whacked him one last time then let him up. It felt as though a volcano had erupted and lava flowed over Jason’s chest and face. He knew the blush on his cheeks would match his fiery red hair. The guys teased him, calling out and laughing, a few even coming in to give him a hug and pinch on the ass. Their reaction was normal for what he’d done. Actually, all the attention felt good—at least, a little good, even though they were beating his butt.
"Enough already!" Jason shouted. He pushed the last of the well-wishers and gropers away.
"Hey, buddy, it’s a big deal," his captain, Mike, hollered out. "You saved three peoples’ lives today. Tomorrow night, we’re going to meet at the Dog and raise a glass. Six, tomorrow night, at the Dog—and everyone chips in to pay for Jason’s meal."
More cuffs were delivered to his back while kind words filled his ears. He’d been here almost a year, but was still a rookie in everyone’s eyes, and tonight he’d outshone them all. Goodnights were said, lights turned off and before long he found himself alone in the dim kitchen, staring at the sink full of dirty dishes they’d tossed in when the call had gone out.
Fuck, what a call.
Jason gulped in a lungful of air, his throat squeezing shut. Thoughts of the girl and her mother trapped in that car raced through his mind. Then he’d seen the brother…
Doctor, Doctor by HL Holston and Eleanor Bruce
The heat of Ryker’s naked body pressed against Daniel, from the backs of his knees up to where his soft lips caressed the back of his neck. He gasped when Ryker’s very obvious erection slipped into the cleft of his ass as the warm water from the shower beat against his chest. Daniel’s cock hardened at the sensation of Ryker’s dick sliding in between his ass cheeks. Suddenly, his solitary shower took on a whole new meaning.
But trust Ryker to pick the worst time to want to fuck. Daniel had an early shift at the hospital and was already running behind. Besides, whatever happened to a subtle wooing? This was a far cry from the soft wake-me-up kisses and sweet nothings Ryker usually bestowed on him in the morning. Normally his lover was the master of seduction, not the wham, bam, thank you ma’am approach. Despite his arousal, Daniel frowned. This new technique needed some work.
"In a rush, sailor? Do I even get a say on where that thing is going?" Daniel griped, his voice still rusty with sleep. He pushed back against Ryker anyway, telling him that despite his sarcastic words, he wanted Ryker’s embrace. He wanted Ryker’s strong arms around him, craved the feeling of his thick cock slipping inside of him, pounding his ass as only Ryker could do.
"You looked so beautiful just standing there with the water rolling off your perfect…lush…and utterly tempting body." As he spoke, Ryker swept his palms over his stomach, down his treasure trail, finally gripping his swollen cock. "How could a mere mortal resist? It was like your ass was calling my name." His hands abruptly moved from Daniel’s dick to grab that part of anatomy that he was talking about.
Daniel laughed at his lover’s ridiculousness. "Well, that call is going to have to wait, stud. I’m running late for work." Daniel sighed, disappointed he couldn’t stay and play with his lover. "Despite having a boss who is a dream to work for, tardiness is not accepted in my line of—"
"Screw him. Tell him you got a flat or your dog died. A few minutes won’t matter. I can’t wait until tonight. I need you right now," Ryker implored. His voice was low and purposefully seductive, and he was back to stroking Daniel’s painfully hard dick with a skill that left Daniel breathless.
Trusting the ER Doctor's Heart by Noelle Keaton
The coffee in the break room had long turned into some sort of weird, unidentifiable sludge, but Kyle drank it anyway, needing some sort of caffeine infusion to make it through the next few hours. Although his shift had technically ended, the middle of the cold and flu season meant the Philadelphia General emergency room was overflowing, so he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Moving towards the window, Kyle sighed as he watched the snowflakes fall and hoped it wasn’t the beginning of a snowstorm. Snowstorms meant car accidents and car accidents meant he’d never get to leave.
A booming voice interrupted the quiet of the break room. "Hey, Doc! What are you doing?"
Turning, Kyle saw Trent, a paramedic, walk in, balancing a carton full of Styrofoam cups in one hand, and a white bag with the delicious aromas of pastries wafting from it in the other.
"Don’t drink that poison. Take one of these."
After pouring the rest of his coffee in the sink, Kyle gratefully took one of the cups Trent handed him. "What’s this? A belated Christmas present?"
"Nah. We lost to the ER again in hockey, so this is the last of the pay-up. I guess you weren’t here when Joe did the first drop-off?"
Kyle shook his head. "This is the first chance I’ve had to come up for air all day. But should you be giving me this? I’m not on the hockey team." Too clumsy, Kyle silently added, feeling inadequate next to the muscular and fit Trent. Despite the baggy paramedic uniform and the bulky jacket, Kyle could tell Trent had the well-toned body that came from hockey and working out. While Kyle had a decent body, the long hours he put in as an ER attending physician didn’t leave a lot of time to create a brawny build like he’d had in high school—the kind of build Trent had now.
Get your mind out of the gutter, Kyle scolded himself as Trent continued, "Don’t worry about it. I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. I know you guys have been slammed today, so I doubt anyone would begrudge you a coffee. Take one of the pastries, too. The bear claws are my favourite."
"No, I better not." But a loud growl from Kyle’s stomach betrayed him.
"I think you’d better," Trent laughed, taking a bear claw out of the bag and handing it to him. "Otherwise, you’re going to scare off the patients when you go back out there."
"You’re probably right." Kyle bit into the sweet and flaky pastry. "But if that’s a way of clearing out the ER so I can get out of here, maybe that’s not such a bad thing."
I am Rotherham’s foremost (okay, only) writer of quality erotica and erotic romance. Though I’m now based in London, family and football take me back North on a regular basis. Indeed, if you’re ever at a Rotherham United match (I know, what are the chances?) and you spot a small blonde with a large ‘London Millers’ flag, that’ll be me.
For twenty years, I worked on the UK edition of Forum magazine, for most of those years as editor. In that time, I built up the fiction side of the magazine, and was responsible for publishing the first stories by lots of now well-known and established erotic authors – most notably Portia da Costa and Lindsay Gordon, who was until recently Black Lace’s series editor.
However, I love writing even more than I love editing, and I’ve finally taken the plunge to write full-time. I’ve had stories published by Black Lace, Xcite Books, Cleis Press, Circlet Press, Mammoth, Ravenous Romance, Total-e-bound and more, and my collection of three gay erotic novellas, Wild Rides, will be coming out as a print book from Xcite in 2012. And I’m happy in my work…
I’m a night owl and start writing when everyone else in my time zone is asleep. I’ve loved reading all my life and spent most of my childhood with my nose buried in a book. Although I always wanted to be a writer, financial independence came first. Twenty-some years and a successful business career later I took some online writing classes and never looked back.
Living and working in seven countries has taught me that there is more than one way to get things done. It has instilled tremendous respect for the many different cultures, beliefs, attitudes and preferences that exist on our planet.
I like exploring those differences in my stories, most of which happen to be romances. My characters have a tendency to want to do their own thing, so I often have to rein them back in. The one thing we all agree on is the desire for a happy ending.
I currently live in the United Kingdom, sharing my house with a vast collection of books. I like reading, traveling, spending time with my nieces and listening to classical music. I have a passion for science and learning new languages.
A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled.
A.J’s passion for the islands led to writing a play about the last ruling monarch of Hawaii, Queen Lili’uokalani as well as a non-erotic novel about the overthrow of her kingdom written in diary form from her maid’s point of view.
A.J. never lacks inspiritation for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasion this happens, pursues other passions such as collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with friends and animal companions.
A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.
Sara York lives in the south with her family and dog. Sara loves romance that takes you to distant worlds where you could be a princess or a warrior. She enjoys reading about far away places, but writing is her passion. Her favorite vacation would be to spend the day at the beach while reading or writing a good book.
H.L. Holston is a teacher by day and a sometimes author by night. She dreams up ideas with her writing partners Sue (they write as Sue Holston) and Eleanor Bruce, but occasionally she ventures out on her own.
She admits she is a horrible blogger, even worse in keeping up on Facebook and wishes she could retire to New Orleans and eat beignets every day at Café du Monde. Until then, she will teach U.S. and World History and write books about sexy men loving each other.
She has a new novel coming out from Extasy Books on July 15, 2013 called The Moon's Dirty Light.
Eleanor has been a professional business writer since 1989 and an amateur fiction writer for over fifteen years. She was content to stay that way until her friend H.L. Holston asked her to collaborate on a short story. The rest, as they say, is history. She is looking forward to writing many more books.
Noelle Keaton has bounced around the United States, including stays in California, Pennsylvania, and Virginia, but she now resides in Florida. Although she works as a tax associate for a large corporation, her first love is writing. When she isn’t jotting down ideas for new stories, you can probably find her reading a book from an ever growing stack, debating politics and current events with friends, or experimenting with new recipes. Noelle’s vices include watching bad reality television and eating the white chocolate KitKats she keeps swearing she’s giving up.