Dec 2, 2014

The Legend of the Diamond Globe by Evelise Archer

Author Bio

An avid reader and story teller, wife, mother and educator, Evelise is living her dream with her loving husband, two dogs , and three children who visit often. Fueled by desire for a strong cup of coffee and a passion for literature, Evelise can be found reading her favorite books on her e-reader or in front of her lap top spinning her next tale.

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The Legend of the Diamond Globe

Three fierce warriors are hired to search for and retrieve a lost diamond- a diamond globe reputed to have magical powers for those who have it in their possession. Eri Akari, Cheveyo Cloud, and Adolfo Martino—mercenaries for hire, tired and restless, look to live a simpler life. Lovers and compatriots, one last mission with a large payoff can be just the ticket they need to get out of the business. Fahad Bahar al Menoit walks into their lives in need of help: little does he know that the help he may receive could cost him everything he treasures.

What happens when you mix an eagle, whale and wolf with a sleek panther? Can true happiness be found and what power does the diamond globe truly hold? Is wealth found in a bank account or is true wealth found in the heart? 


Fahad lifted his hips and Adolfo slipped the sweat pants down his legs and off. They landed on the floor with a slight swoosh. His cock was suddenly engulfed by the gorgeous Latino as Adolfo swallowed it down to the root. Adolfo’s body, poised between his legs, stretched his inner thighs apart until they burned. Taken by surprise, an unmanly sound escaped from Fahad’s mouth, his body bowing off the mattress. “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”

Adolfo worked his cock, his tongue running up and down the large, underside vein. The small appendage of the Latino’s tongue dipped into his slit. Pre-cum dripped into the man’s mouth as Adolfo laved his cock, his tongue going to task between fucking his slit and sucking the rod.

“That’s just the start,” Eri chimed in as he kneeled on Fahad’s left side. Fahad eyed the man with a wary look, unsure of what he was in for. He didn’t have to wait long to have Eri’s lips sucking on his left nipple while the other hand played with the right one. Eri pinched and tugged on the small nub, and the stimulation ran straight to his cock. The cock was so engorged with blood he didn’t know how Adolfo kept it in his mouth.

“Come on, baby, lift a little for me.” Cheveyo’s voice sounded far away, although the man positioned himself to Fahad’s right. Adolfo’s hands wrapped around his hips and lifted him ever so slightly as Cheveyo placed a small pillow underneath him. The pillow elevated him to just the right height and angle. For what? Fahad thought. Ass exposed, dick in Adolfo’s mouth, and nipples tortured by Eri, Fahad didn’t have to wait long to discover the necessity of the pillow.

A whirlwind of activity took place with Fahad as the centerpiece of action. Adolfo’s mouth never relinquished the sweet torture on his dick as the man repositioned his body to Fahad’s right, switching places with Cheveyo. Fahad’s mind endeavored to catch up with the flurry that surrounded him.

Warm air blew on his taint, and he attempted to close his legs as the large Native American’s frame prohibited the motion. Embarrassment and thrill simultaneously ran through his body, his blood aflame. No one had ever entered his rear entrance, not even Fahad himself. The most daring experimentation he ever did was a slight rub with some lotion to soften the muscle, but he had never penetrated himself. Fahad figured once he did, it would be somewhat like a virgin losing her virginity for the first time when her hymen broke. Yes, Fahad knew that sounded ridiculous, but he desired to save himself for the love of his life, his chosen destiny. In this case, three destinies.

First he felt a warm breath, and then the unimaginable. A tongue swiped across his hole, small, cat-like licks in between warm air. Stimulation became the new game. “No, no, no,” Fahad’s voice repeated as all three men continued to work him like a violinist with her bow. “Oh Allah, please no, don’t stop.”

“Shush, koji, relax and let us make you feel good. This is just to take the edge off. We have all night.” Eri’s lips were red with a slight coating of saliva from sucking on Fahad’s nipple. The man continued to play with his other nipple, a simple tug went straight to Fahad’s balls. “Oh, I think a piercing or two may be in your future.”

“I can’t, please. It’s too much. I’ve never.”

“Then come, koji. Give us your release and pleasure. The first one will be the strongest and then you can relax into the sensation.” Fahad tried to understand the words that came from Eri’s slick, stained mouth, but the tug on his nipple, his cock encased in the warm moist heat of Adolfo’s mouth, and the ass play left him few brain cells to rationalize Eri’s words. He needed release but he felt almost overstimulated, just on the precipice of explosion, but unable to find what he needed to tip the scale. And then it happened. He felt a wetness enter his channel. Not a lubed finger, but something smaller and pointed. Cheveyo’s tongue. The man actually entered his nether region with his tongue. He fucked his ass, in and out, his tongue swiping in a circular motion to stimulate his passageway. It was the catalyst Fahad needed to topple him over. He lifted his hips off the bed as Adolfo held his waist, and his cock drove to the back of Adolfo’s throat. 

Jun 12, 2014

Just released: Blind Alley is back!

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Dragged out into the night by his young lover, Devon Windsor discovers there are a hundred ways to be led blindly by the heart, and years of being a top-flight operative aren't always enough to see the danger waiting in a blind alley...


Tonight was supposed to be an early night. Stirring himself out of his slump in the window seat near the fire, he glanced across the room at the wall clock and saw it was ten-thirty. Jason should have been home by now. Worry was too strenuous an emotion to entertain at the moment, and he settled back down to stare blindly out the window.

Leaves flew at the glass, swept along in a suicidal rush by the force of blustering winds. The first of the rain began to patter against the pane, a promise of a deluge in the size of the droplets. Devon was almost asleep by the time he heard the key in the lock. "Thank God," he whispered, determined not to crawl between cold sheets tonight, alone and frustrated. He just hoped Jason wasn't in one of his 'animated' moods and wanting to talk, because Devon had every intention of dragging him into bed, bodily if necessary.

One bleary-eyed glance in Jason's direction told him animation was going to be the least of his problems tonight. Jason flung a duffel bag of books onto the couch and dropped the violin case beside it with a carelessness that Devon had never seen him use before. If anything was sacred, it was the violin. Now it lay discarded beside the battered bag and Jason was already launched into what was obviously a crisis, but at this point totally baffling.

"Devon, you gotta come with me. You gotta help Alan or they're going to kill him. He's set up the meeting and there's just no way to talk him out of it. I tried, but he's afraid not to go."

Windsor was dragged off the window seat and halfway through the living room before Jason paused for air and glanced around the room as if only then noticing where he was. His eyes wide and coloured with lingering panic, he stared at Devon in mild accusation.

"Get dressed."

Devon glanced down at the terry cloth robe he had wrapped around his body when he'd gotten out of the shower, then back up at the young man who was obviously expecting him to know what the hell was going on.

Jason had that 'why aren't we already on our way?' look written so clearly on his face that Devon actually asked, "On our way where?"

Mar 18, 2011

Win By Default - a hot excerpt

A m/m novel by Elenna Tylor
Action/Espionage thriller

Jason's arms tightened around the older man and he closed his eyes as he dredged up unwelcome memories of his own to find a way to offer Windsor some consolation.
   "Devon, I spent so many years of my life resenting my dad because he wasn't around. One of the things you taught me was to see that he did the best he could. You did the best you could for Kelsey. You kept her safe by hurting yourself, just like Dad did. I didn't understand for a long time that the time he was away hurt him as much as it did me. But, I never stopped loving him, Devon. Maybe Kelsey always knew who you were, but she didn't want you to feel guilty about her?  You loved her, Devon. The rest of it doesn't really matter."
   Windsor heard the words and he felt the love that went into them. When did you get so smart, kid? He wondered silently. He closed his eyes and let the tears fall in quiet grief for the child he'd lost, and for the young man who refused to be left behind. He moved closer to Jason as his hold tightened and he realized how secure he felt with the young blond next to him. It was ironic really; he spent so much of his time making sure the kid was safe that he never stopped to notice that Jason made him feel safe simply by loving him. He was in tears, bearing his soul with shocking ease, and completely vulnerable to anything that Jason could say to him -- but all he felt was secure and protected.
   Jason continued to stroke the soft hair touching his cheek where it rested against Devon's head. The older man was leaning on his shoulder and the Jason felt only the quiet strength that had surged through him as Devon's tears fell. He'd never seen Windsor cry before, not for something in his own life, and Jason wanted desperately to ease some of the tremendous pain he could feel in the older man. He shifted away from Devon just enough to be able to turn on his side and stare into the soft brown of Windsor's eyes. He looked into his lover's face for a long time, his eyes taking in every subtle change wrought by the pain and loss of the past month. His gaze moved to the slightly open mouth and he leaned forward to cover Devon's lips with his.
   Windsor met the tentative caress with gentle care, flowing into the warmth he'd wanted so much during the past month. The pressure of Jason's kiss slowly became a demand and Devon sucked the kid's tongue deep into his mouth as he rolled over and settled on top of the young blond. After endless minutes, he finally drew back to stare down into the dazed blue eyes. His fingertips traced the familiar features, lingering over the slightly trembling lips before he bent to cover Jason's mouth again. The kid's arms slipped around his waist and the young man's hips rose beneath him. Devon thrust into the restless arch of Jason's body and the kid answered the motion with equal force as he tugged at the robe Windsor was wearing.
   Devon pulled away from the embrace and stood up, keeping his hold on Jason's eyes as he opened the robe and let it slip off his shoulders. He gave his briefs a tug and had them discarded with the robe seconds later, a ripple of reaction running the length of his spine as his fully erect cock was freed from the confining material. Jason's eyes travelled over him slowly, and the intensity of the young man's gaze warmed Devon. He held out his hand to Jason and the kid crawled off the bed. He hesitated a moment, then smiled. Windsor didn't move as he watched his young partner quickly take off his clothes.
   Jason climbed back on the bed and stretched out in the centre of it. Devon's appreciative look caressed every inch of him, his heartbeat growing steadily faster as his mind was filled with the remembered feel of the slender body straining with his. Windsor shivered as he got back on the bed and settled over Jason with deliberate slowness. The shudder of response when they were finally pressed against each other rocked them both. Devon ran his tongue over Jason's lips and was startled slightly when the young man's teeth closed over his bottom lip and tugged gently. Jason's tongue slid between his lips when he answered the wordless demand with the firm pressure of his mouth covering his lover's.
   Devon's hands began to roam, rediscovering the smooth, curving contours of Jason's body, and he felt the loss of weight beneath his sensitive touch. Slender by nature, Jason was noticeably thinner than he'd been the last time Devon made love to him. He dismissed the reminder of his absence, and he concentrated on the gentle caresses Jason was trailing along the side of his neck.
   Devon eased away just enough to give his hands access to the muscular chest, and he ran barely perceptible touches over the flat surface of Jason's stomach, and then stopped to tease at the hard nipples. He lowered his mouth to one of the taut tips and began to suck gently as his hand slid into the soft golden hair at the base of the kid's cock. His fingers ran over the smooth shaft several times, bringing a sudden strain into his young partner's breath.
   Jason felt the spasm of pleasure arc through his entire body as he reacted to the passion Devon's touch always incited within him. God! He'd missed this so much. It had never felt quite as good to be held by anyone other than Windsor. He'd never loved anyone as intensely as he did Devon, and he knew that was where the difference lay. Even when he'd been with Jenny, he hadn't felt any of the almost torturing aches he was feeling now. A shudder of dread chilled the rush of warm excitement he was experiencing, and he felt an overwhelming surge of guilt.
   To Windsor's astonishment, instead of the anticipated arch of pleasure, Jason began to shake his head and squirm out of his grasp.
   "I can't, Devon."

Mar 3, 2011

Release date is approaching!

Because I am getting so close to having my first book released, I was able to take the opportunity to do a guest spot over at the Romance Studio's Rainbow Studio. My first interview ever, and a chance for someone to win a copy of my new novel! I hope you'll visit, and there is nothing to do for the contest except fill out your entry.

Release Date is Saturday, March 5th!

Visit me here for an exceprt, the interview, and the contest:

Thank you!

Dec 4, 2010

WIN BY DEFAULT - 1st excerpt

First excerpt, I'll post a sexy one later,  just getting started.



After waiting for another half hour, with still no sign of Windsor, Richard had insisted that they have lunch without the agent. He knew Jason's mind was running wild with imagined dangers to his absent lover, but he was determined to keep the boy near him, in case Jason was right. His son was closer to Devon than anyone else, and McCormack couldn't discount the natural instinct that warned him if Windsor was, indeed, in any kind of danger, Jason would be the one to sense it first. Unfortunately, there was nothing remotely reassuring about that particular admission.

"Maybe I should just go home and wait for him?" Jason said, his voice distant as he watched another stranger walk through the doors. He turned serious eyes to his father and shrugged a little as he smiled. "I have to do some studying anyway."

Richard could well imagine how much studying would get done. He was about to suggest that they spend the rest of the afternoon together, when Mike Johnson's unexpected entrance distracted him. A single glance told him the young agent was thoroughly annoyed about something, and McCormack made the assumption that it was Agency related -- it usually was when Mike strode in looking like an oncoming storm. Johnson spotted them, and headed toward the table.

"Where's Windsor?"

Jason looked up at him, confusion flickering across his features. "Have you seen him?"

"About twenty minutes ago. He said he was on his way over here."  Mike looked from one puzzled expression to the other. "The Beretta's parked outside, I figured he was in here."

Jason didn't wait for further conversation; he rose and was gone in a rush of movement. McCormack and Johnson trailed quickly after him.

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Jason made it onto the sidewalk and looked around, his eyes searching for the unmistakable scarlet car. His heart was racing and he closed his eyes for a second, then did another, slower scan of the cars lining the street. He spotted the Beretta on the opposite side, a few doors up from O'Reilly's. Relief made his shoulders slump, then he headed for the street. He was about to step onto the crowded, busy road when he heard the Beretta's engine purr to life. He froze, his eyes moving automatically to the car as he wondered in that split second why Devon was leaving.

He heard the sound an instant too late. Jason's ears, so attuned to music and nuance of tone, caught the difference in the sound of the car's engine. The explosion rocked the street and he stared in horror as the gleaming red car went up in a roar of noise and flames. Seconds that felt like an eternity held him transfixed, paralyzed on the sidewalk as the rush of heat rippled in the air around the destroyed vehicle. All his mind would pull in was the fleeting image of Windsor in the car before it went up.

Hello darlings....

Welcome to my playground. I'm just getting started, and have just signed my first book contract, which I am very, very excited about. My new publisher is Evolutionary Publishing and they're bravely breaking ground with my M/M novel Win By Default. I will post a couple of "temptations" for you and the gorgeous, smokin' hot cover for this novel, very soon.

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