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New Release

Flex (Golden Decks Casino1)

This is the first book in a new series set in Greertown, a fictional city I created for the Crime Lords series. While you don't need to read the Crime Lords series first, those who have will see some familiar characters pop up throughout the Golden Decks Casino series.

Blurb:

Sometimes dreams change…

Nico had always wanted to compete in gymnastics on the international stage and reach the pinnacle of the sport. Devoted his life to achieving that goal. But gymnastics isn’t cheap, what with uniform costs, travelling expenses, competition entry fees… there weren’t enough hours in the day to train and work to pay for it all. And Nico is running out of money… fast.

An ill-advised bet with Misaki Nigiri—a rumoured King of Greertown’s underworld—presents Nico with an opportunity to earn enough money to fuel his dreams. All he needs to do is step into the ring and fight. But what Nico didn’t expect…was that he’d enjoy it more than gymnastics. And the dream he’d once clung to, begins to change.

Sometimes dreams come true…

Ryan had two dreams: to compete in gymnastics on the international stage, and to date his best friend, Nico. But only one of those could come true. Nico was straight after all… or at least that’s what Ryan had always believed. But when a twist of fate lands Nico on his doorstep in the middle of the night and strands him there for several weeks…the truth comes out.

And maybe there is a chance both of Ryan’s dreams can come true.

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Updates

Deadly Gifts (Tokyo Nights 3): Sitting at 38k written and should still be on target for release at the end of June.

Short Story: I'm writing a short story for a promotion in August... more details once I can finally reveal it.

Escape (Smoke and Shadows short): The anthology it is apart of is currently being collated and should be available soon.

The Moutrams series: I am currently re-editing/proofing the first two books in the series and they will be updated with the necessary changes before I release book three. Book Three - A Knight For Two is in the planning stages and I hope to start writing this at the completion of Deadly Gifts.

Caught (Smoke and Shadows 1)

Chapter Nine

It was satisfying to hear the first rule he’d created all those years ago tumble from Takeshi’s lips. Rules he’d wrapped in philosophical justification to serve his own selfish needs and had nothing to do with ensuring the young heir grew into a man suited the position Takeshi would one day inherit. He’d wanted to indulge in the perfection of the young heir’s body, watching as the naked flesh devoid of colours was soon transformed as the marks of their world were slowly etched upon it. Wanted to the one who gave Takeshi the skills needed to survive in a world of blood, guns, and corruption….

He wanted to the reason Takeshi fled into the shadows to hide from it all.

Those games were tame compared to the ones Yoshitake had set in motion now that Takeshi had returned to Osaka. Games designed to break the young heir, shattering him into pieces and leaving Yoshitake with the task of putting Takeshi back together…but that was where the danger lay. Every move made, a gamble that could either see the object of Yoshitake’s affection—his obsession—become a willing pawn by his side, a sword whose blade could only be sharpened and wielded by Yoshitake… or he’d die at the hands of that very blade. And yet he feared the groundwork he’d laid years ago, the influence Yoshitake had wielded over Takeshi had been undone by the years Takeshi had spent in Tokyo.

“Go lean over the desk… hands gripping the top edge and legs spread as far as you can manage.”

Hesitation lingered in Takeshi’s movements despite his quickness to comply driven by a need to resist; to reassert his dominance. Yoshitake could see it clawing at the young heir, but those claws were weak, thin fragile things that hadn’t been given a chance to fully develop. They’d be nothing more than an amusing annoyance and Yoshitake look forward to filing them down one by one.

His breath caught and balls aches as Yoshitake stared at the sight of the young heir bent over the desk once more. Arousal raced through his veins, collecting his memories of the past and burning them into ashes. The past and nothing on the present. Takeshi was taller now than when he’d last been spread out like this, back arching as he pressed his chest flat on the desk and his legs stretched the width of it when they’d barely come close. He strode toward Takeshi, snatching up a hank of rope from where he’d hidden it and quickly thread it through the metal rings Yoshitake had attached to the desk. Bound the young heir’s arms and then his legs, relishing the flicker of fear in Takeshi’s eyes.

Yoshitake dragged a finger down Takeshi’s spine, skin and muscles rippling beneath it while a soft gasp that escaped the man’s lips. “Your body was always gorgeous like this… naked and spread out like a delicious buffet only for me. But of course, you were off limits then, Keshi… something I could admire, desire, and fantasise over from afar. Well, maybe not that far.” He chuckled, a finger resting under Takeshi’s chin making sure the young heir’s focus remained on him. “I always sat behind you watching the flex of your muscles, the jerk of your cock as it hardened while wondering what you were thinking of… knowing that the headphones you wore, Keshi, meant you were completely oblivious to my jerking off to the sight of you… wishing that instead of my hand, that it was your arse wrapped around my cock… that I could paint over the ink on your back with my cum.”

Takeshi shuddered, a devilish grin toying with his lips. “Is that supposed to scare me, Take?” Sixteen-year old me fantasised about it… twenty-three-year old me desires it.”

Yoshitake tightened his grip on Takeshi’s chin and narrowed his eyes while trying to ascertain how much of what the young heir had said was truth. He grinned tongue caught between his teeth as he leaned closer. “And can twenty-three-year old you hold out for longer than your sixteen-year old self? I mean… it’s been four years… have you even come in that time?” Yoshitake whispered, the words falling with each heated breath he released and punctuated by a flick of his tongue over Takeshi’s ear. “Could you come at all without my voice granting you permission.?”

Hunger darkened Takeshi’s eyes with a desire, Yoshitake had longed too see directed at him. Submission too lingered there too as the last remnants of the young heir’s resistance faded away. Delighted Yoshitake to see having always longed to cultivate this side of Takeshi until the only person who he listened to was Yoshitake. Wanted to take control of more than Takeshi’s body, but it was through it that Yoshitake would achieve his goals.

“Your voice never left me.”

“Is that right?” Yoshitake straightened and brushed his thumb across the softness of the young man’s lips. “And how did you manage that? Did you imagine that I was in the room with you… whispering into your ear and directing you on how best to pleasure yourself?”

No matter how appealing it was to think his influence over Takeshi wouldn’t have diminished over the last four years, Yoshitake wasn’t stupid enough to believe it. Young men had needs and in a city the size of Tokyo it wouldn’t be hard to find someone willing to fulfil them. Could easily imagine that his beautiful young heir had seen a parade of men through his bed and while the idea of it angered Yoshitake, it wasn’t something he’d punish Takeshi for.

“Your voice, I recorded it. Saved it to my phone,” Takeshi told him, voice thickened by lust. “Played it whenever I needed to feel you close.”

“Only when you needed to feel me close, Keshi?”

“No,” Takeshi gasped. “Played it whenever I needed to come… paused it for seconds, minutes at a time until I couldn’t deny body the release it ached for.”

Yoshitake leered at the young heir before leaning down and whispering in his ear once more. “And if you hadn’t recorded my voice?”

Takeshi shuddered. “Then I… wouldn’t have come at all in the last four years.”

“So… you’re telling me that in the last four years while you were in Tokyo, Keshi… that you never sought out another man’s company?” He slid his fingers through Takeshi’s hair and yanked his head up. “That you were never tempted… by anyone?” Disbelief sharpened his words and he narrowed his gaze once more trying to discern whether Takeshi was lying to him. Lying would bring about its own sweet form of punishment, but if his words were truthful…

“No one tempted me,” Takeshi gasped. “No one fucked me.”

His lecherous grin widened as Yoshitake dragged a finger down Takeshi’s spine before pausing at the top of the young heir’s crease. If Takeshi was truly telling the truth, then the prize he’d always intended to claim for himself was still Yoshitake’s for the taking. All those months spent training the young heir under the guise of preparing him to survive in this world of smoke and shadows hadn’t been wasted.

“So, this-” sliding his finger into Takeshi’s crease and tapping against his hole “-is all mine?”

“Yes.”

“And… nothing as breached it at all?”

“Nothing but the toys I left with.”

His breath stuttered, easily conjuring up images of Takeshi using those toys… not hard to do when Yoshitake had often encouraged Takeshi to practice with them in his presence all under the guise offering instruction. Toys that he’d especially commissioned for Takeshi, each one designed as a facsimile of Yoshitakes cock or to replicate his girth and length.

And his cock twitched, eager to break the seal on the young heir’s virgin arse and finally claim it… but not yet. There was still a punishment to be dished out and fucking Takeshi right now would be contrary to that.

But asides from denying Takeshi an orgasm, Yoshitake found he couldn’t settle on what method of punishment he wanted to use. Too many ideas and too many years spent dreaming of this moment.

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Crime Lords Series

Kings - Crime Lords Part One

The Kings: Misaki and Kristof are stunned when approached by their Boss to broker an alliance on behalf of the Omori-Vasilev Syndicate with a nearby group. But it was the terms of that alliance—marriage—which shocks them more. Neither wants a relationship, haven’t sought one in years and now they must convince the young heir of the Martel Group to choose one of them.

The Dukes: Loyal to a fault, Demetri chose to remain in Ji-Hun’s pay despite the man casting him aside eight years ago. Despite his boss destroying any attempt by Demetri to seek love elsewhere. But will a brush with death change Ji-Hun’s mind?

The Princes: Aidan doesn’t want to shoulder the responsibilities of his family’s business. Doesn’t want to have any part in his Grandfather’s attempts to form alliances with other groups through marriage. Desperate to end it, Aidan informs his family that he is gay, but he didn’t count on his Grandfather switching targets. Now Aidan’s world is being turned on its head because of two men.

Kings

Dukes

Princes