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That’s right, folks, my angsty-hot Faery manlove fantasy, Fireflies, is now available from Samhain Publishing! The manwhores having been engaging in celebratory dancing (and other, more interesting, celebratory activities) since before dawn LOL

Blurb:
A childhood encounter with one of the Sidhe sets Joseph Vines’ life on a fateful course. Unable to forget the beautiful creature who promised to one day return for him, Joey spends the next twenty years learning, dreaming and waiting.

Braeden Shay, a warrior of the Sidhe, has spent those same twenty years watching Joey from a distance, waiting for Joey’s heritage to make itself known. When the time is ripe, Braeden steps in to protect Joey from those trying to kill him, and to help him deal with the changes turning his life inside out.

During the days that follow, as Braeden teaches Joey to harness and control his newfound power over the natural world, Joey finds himself falling for the gentle, patient Braeden. Braeden, who has watched over Joey for most of his life, is already deeply in love with him. When the forces targeting Joey for death catch up with them, it will take all their magic-and the power of their love for each other-to survive, and to save both their worlds.

Read on for an excerpt of manloveliness!

Braeden laid his hands on Joey’s cheeks and pinned him with an intense, searching look which made Joey feel far more naked than his lack of clothes. The silvery eyes brimmed with the same need Joey felt, underscored with a hint of sadness. Joey wanted to ask why Braeden was sad, but he couldn’t seem to make the words come out. The feel of Braeden’s hands on his skin utterly destroyed his power of speech.

Whatever Braeden was looking for in Joey’s eyes, he must have found it, because he bent and pressed his lips to Joey’s. In an instant, Joey’s world spun off its axis and went flying, and he was lost. With a low moan, Joey wound an arm around Braeden’s waist, opened his mouth and took the kiss deep.

He’d thought about it, of course, ever since he’d first become aware of his sexuality. Imagined what it might be like to hold the faery’s bare body, to feel the electrifying touch of Braeden’s lips on his. But even his most fevered fantasies had never come close to the reality of Braeden’s slim but strong arms around him, or the mouth that took his with such hunger. Braeden’s tongue tasted smooth and sweet, and his long fingers left tingling trails across Joey’s bare skin.

As the kiss grew more heated, Joey felt a ghostly caress against his shoulders and calves and realized with a shock of delight that Braeden had wrapped his wings around him. The delicate membranous feel of them against his skin made him weak with desire. Wishing his own wings were alive instead of a tattooed image, he wormed a hand between their bodies and curled his fingers around Braeden’s cock, gently manipulating the foreskin with his thumb.

“Sweet Goddess,” Braeden gasped, his lips still brushing Joey’s. “I have wanted you for years. I never dared dream this could happen.”

Joey let out a breathless laugh. He stroked one of Braeden’s wings with his free hand, and it undulated under his touch, sending a delicious shiver up his spine. “Please tell me you weren’t perving on me when I was five.”

The horrified expression on Braeden’s face was answer enough. “By Danu, no. You were a singular child, to be sure, but I never felt this…this desire for you until you were a man full-grown.” Digging his hands into Joey’s buttocks, Braeden pulled him closer, pressing their erections together. “But by the Goddess, I do desire you now.”

Joey moaned when Braeden’s lips brushed the shell of his ear. Turning his head, Joey captured Braeden’s mouth in another hungry kiss.

One step backward was all it took for Joey to tumble them both to the bed. He landed flat on his back with Braeden on top of him, straddling his hips. Braeden rubbed his cock against Joey’s, sending sparks zinging over Joey’s skin.

“Braeden,” Joey growled, nipping Braeden’s lip. “Can…can we…? I mean, you know, since you’re—ah, oh fuck yeah—you’re Sidhe and I’m human.” Hooking a leg around Braeden’s back, Joey canted his hips up, searching for more of Braeden’s skin on his. “It’s possible, right?”

Braeden drew back, staring hard into Joey’s eyes. “There is nothing to stop us from making love. But, Joseph, I must tell you—”

Joey stopped Braeden’s words with a hand against his lips. He didn’t know what Braeden was about to say, but he knew whatever it was, he wasn’t ready to hear it. “Don’t. Not yet.”

A faint smile curved Braeden’s mouth. Leaning down, he gently kissed Joey’s lips. “Love me, Joseph. Fill me like I’ve dreamed you would.”

Something about Braeden’s lyrical, old-fashioned way of speaking tugged at Joey’s heart. He tucked a lock of gleaming white hair behind Braeden’s ear. Which, he noted with a smile, was ever-so-slightly pointed at the tip. “Do you have lube and condoms?”

Braeden’s brows drew together, his eyes fluttering closed. Joey felt a strange vibration in the air, followed by a faint popping sensation beside his right shoulder. Turning toward the almost-sound, he was surprised to see a small, unmarked blue vial. It hadn’t been there a moment ago. He picked it up and examined it.

“Oil,” Braeden explained. “We do not need condoms. We’re not susceptible to human diseases, and the few illnesses our kind do succumb to cannot be stopped by a bit of latex.”

We. Joey suppressed the rush of mingled terror and anticipation from that one word. He didn’t want to think about that now. Not with Braeden kneeling astride his thighs, savagely beautiful and thrumming with a power Joey felt deep in his bones.

Flipping open the lid of the little vial, Joey poured a dollop of oil into his palm. A scent like rain and clover filled the room as he massaged the viscous fluid between his fingers. He pushed up on one elbow and reached a slippery hand between Braeden’s legs.

Braeden let out a soft “oh” when Joey’s slick finger rubbed against his entrance. His wings fluttered in response to Joey’s touch. “Yes, Joseph. In me.”

Panting, Joey circled the tiny opening, marveling at the downy softness of the skin there, the way the muscles rippled and relaxed as he stroked them. When the tightness eased suddenly and Joey’s finger slipped inside, he and Braeden both gasped out loud. Joey’s heartbeat faltered, stumbled and resumed in triple time.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Joey breathed, staring up at Braeden with naked wonder. He pumped his finger a few times, just to watch Braeden’s ghostly skin flush with lust. “How long since you’ve done this?”

Braeden moaned, translucent wings fanning the air behind him. He gave Joey a dazed smile. “Since before you were born.”

“Damn.” Pulling his finger out, Joey grabbed the vial again and poured more oil in his hand, then replaced the single digit with two. “Are you sure about this?”

Braeden nodded, sending a cascade of fine snowy hair tumbling over his shoulders to pool on Joey’s stomach. “I need this. Need you.”

He needs me. The knowledge glowed like an ember in Joey’s chest, warming him to the core. Plunging his fingers deeper, Joey twisted until his knuckle brushed a small, firm spot almost at the limit of his reach. Braeden let out a keening cry, hips canting forward. A glistening drop of pre-come oozed from the tip of his cock and splashed onto Joey’s belly, and Joey grinned. I guess faeries have the magic button too.

“Joseph, please,” Braeden begged. “Please take me now.”

The raw need in Braeden’s voice shot through Joey’s blood like lightning. Slicking his cock with the oil still coating his hand, Joey held his prick upright and pressed his free hand to Braeden’s hip. Braeden straightened up and scooted forward on his knees, lining himself up with Joey’s erection. Their gazes locked as Braeden sank down, taking Joey deep with one slow, smooth movement, and it was all Joey could do to keep from coming right then.

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Written by Ally Blue

Ally is a rich and famous author of hot gay manlove. She travels the world in her private jet, being waited on hand and foot by her team of pretty young men who bring her umbrella drinks and make out for her pleasure . . . Okay, so that's her dream life. Her novels of Manlove & Angst are mostly written in her living room, in between working at the Evil Day Job and doing Mom Stuff. Oh, the glamorous life of an author!
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