TWILIGHT is here!

Woo-hoo! Twilight, the third book in my Bay City Paranormal Investigations series, is now available from Samhain Publishing! I’m really excited, I LOVE writing this series and I want everyone else to love it too :D

Here’s the blurb and a XXX-CERPT!
Seriously, y’all, this excerpt is all about the buttsecks O_O

Enjoy!
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© Copyright 2007 Ally Blue

In the twilight shadows, nothing is what it seems, and not all the monsters have claws.

(Book Three in the Bay City Paranormal Investigations series)

While leading an amateur ghost-hunting expedition in Asheville, NC, Bay City Paranormal is called to investigate Sunset Lodge, a rustic inn situated on a remote Smoky Mountain peak. In recent weeks, employees and guests alike have seen a weird, frightening creature in the forest near the lodge. A creature which sounds all too familiar to the BCPI team.

Sam Raintree doesn’t want to deal with another interdimensional gateway. The last one they faced nearly took the life of Sam’s employer and lover, Dr. Bo Broussard, and Sam can’t stand the thought of it happening again. Especially now that he and Bo are finally together and working through their problems. But Sam’s psychokinetic abilities give him the power to permanently close the gateways, and he can’t bring himself to ignore that. With the safety of the Sunset Lodge staff and guests at stake, Sam, Bo and their colleague, Dean Delapore, make the trip to the Lodge to determine if it indeed hosts a portal to another dimension.

Once at Sunset Lodge, a missing man, a grisly discovery and a moment of carelessness converge to reveal secrets much different—and far uglier—than any the BCPI team expected. Secrets which not only put their lives in danger, but which might provide Sam with an escape from the portals. If he’s willing to take it.

Chuckling, Bo leaned forward, lifted Sam’s shirt and kissed his belly. “I’m hard as a rock, Sam. You want my cock in your mouth or your ass?”

Sam considered. Sucking Bo off was tempting. But the thought of Bo fucking him made his knees weak. It always did.

Winding the long braid around his hand, Sam pulled Bo’s head back, bent and kissed him hard. “Want you to fuck me,” he whispered, and bit Bo’s lip. “Right here in the chair.”

A soft groan escaped Bo’s lips. “The lube’s in my backpack. Outside pocket.”

Sam kissed Bo once more, then yanked his jeans and underwear up and turned to fetch the lube from Bo’s pack. They’d stopped using condoms as soon as all the tests came back negative. To Sam’s surprise, Dean had gotten tested as well, and shared his negative results with them both. Just to be on the safe side, he’d said, even though he and Sam had used a condom the one time they’d been together.

With the bottle of liquid lube clutched in one hand, Sam crossed back to Bo and knelt on the floor in front of him. He laid his palms on Bo’s sides, thumbs hooking beneath the elastic of Bo’s underwear. “Lift up. Let me take these off you.”

Bo obediently lifted his hips, allowing Sam to slide the boxer briefs over his buttocks and down his thighs. His cock sprang free, flushed and rigid, hitting his belly with a damp smack. Sam stared at Bo as he pulled the garment down and off. Bo’s braid had begun to come loose, errant strands of silky black clinging to his face and neck. His breath came sharp and quick between parted lips, and his eyes burned.

Sam wanted to kneel at his feet forever and bask in the sight of him, decadent and beautiful in the grip of his need.

A dazed smile spread across Bo’s face. He reached out to touch Sam’s cheek. “Come up here, Sam. Come ride me.”

Rising to his feet, Sam tuggedoff his hiking shoes and skinned out of his jeans and underwear. He stood astride Bo’s lap and handed Bo the lube. “Get me ready,” he ordered, tugging the rubber band off the end of Bo’s braid. He started unwinding the long, heavy strands, delighting in the satin softness between his fingers.

Bo held Sam’s gaze as he flipped open the lube, coated his fingers and tossed the bottle on the bed. “Take your shirt off too,” he murmured, slipping a single slick digit into Sam’s hole. “I want you naked.”

Sam’s cock twitched and started to fill, making it hard to think, hard to do anything. Thanking his lucky stars he’d worn a sweatshirt instead of something with buttons, Sam tore the shirt over his head and let it fall in an inside-out heap on the floor.

“Mmmm,” Bo purred, inserting a second finger into Sam. “Mine.” He wound his free arm around Sam’s waist and pressed open-mouthed kisses to his bare skin.

“Yours,” Sam gasped, working loose the last twist in Bo’s hair and burying both hands in its dark length. “God. I want your cock in me now.”

“Here it is.” Removing his arm from Sam’s waist, Bo grabbed his own prick and held it upright. “Sit.”

Sam didn’t need any more invitation than that. With Bo’s free hand steadying him, he held his cheeks apart and lowered himself onto Bo’s cock. They both groaned as the wide, smooth head penetrated Sam’s hole. Sam moved as slowly as he could manage, wanting to savor the feel of Bo’s shaft pushing relentlessly into him, filling him up and setting his world on fire.

Finally, Sam’s ass rested in Bo’s lap, with Bo’s prick fully buried inside him. Staring into Bo’s eyes, Sam gave an experimental rock of his hips. Bo’s eyelids fluttered, his breath hitching. “Fuck, Sam. God, tight.”

Sam moved again, trying to keep his full weight off Bo’s injured leg. His thighs burned already with the strain of holding himself in this position, but he would’ve rather died than stop. Having Bo inside him like this felt too good. Besides, it was clear from the fine tremors shaking Bo’s body that he wouldn’t last long.

Panting, Sam rested his forehead against Bo’s and clutched his shoulders. “Okay?”

Bo nodded, one hand curling around Sam’s renewed erection. “Okay.”

Tilting his head, Sam captured Bo’s mouth in a slow, wet kiss. Bo growled. He gave a short, sharp thrust that zinged over Sam’s gland and pulled a kiss-muffled cry from him. Fingers digging into Bo’s skin, Sam began to move in a seesawing figure eight which he knew from experience brought a swift, explosive orgasm every time.

“Oh Christ,” Bo breathed. His thighs spread, hips pulsing up and down to match Sam’s rhythm. “Not gonna last, Sam.”

“Don’t try.” Taking Bo’s lower lip between his teeth, Sam sucked on it for a second, then let it go. “Fuck me. Come inside me.”

“Uh. Yes. Love fucking you.”

Hands clamped hard onto Sam’s hipbones. Bo thrust up into him, the angle sharp and deep enough to hurt. Sam keened, pressed his palms to the wall behind Bo’s head and forced himself down onto Bo’s cock, again and again and again, until his legs shook and sweat dripped from his face and ran in rivulets down his back. Beneath him, Bo’s hips snapped up and down in a brutal rhythm. Bo buried his face in Sam’s neck, biting and sucking, his breath coming in harsh grunts Sam could feel against his bruising skin.

It was rough, unrefined and bordering on violent, and Sam wished it would never end. If he could halt the flow of time right here, with Bo’s cock in him, Bo’s lips hot on his neck and his prick rubbing against Bo’s ridged belly, he could die a happy man.
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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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