So to make this a little more interesting than just showing off my sexy cover and giving you a quick snippet from my new upcoming release from Decadent, I thought I’d give you some fast five’s at each blog who is featuring my new shiny cover. That way you get to know a bit about the crazy characters and the fantastic world of Sisera that is featured in Don’t Call Me Iron Man. And for this stop you’re going to get a quick glimpse into Ivan’s best friend Dante
Fast Five about Dante:
1. He plays piano at Paddy McFee’s
2. Is in a relationship with another man.
3. Is the only person that’s brave enough to call Ivan, Iron Man to his face.
4 Often plays darts with Ivan
5. In the end is a true blue friend, and sticks next to Ivan’s side, even when Ivan doesn’t want him to.
Once upon a time...there was this guy. A man who had an IQ out of this world and was arrogant enough to give the legendary Tony Stark a run for his money. He had everything he could ever want - a good job, more money than he knew what to do with, and all the sex he wanted - no strings attached. But that all changed on one fateful night...
The last thing Ivan Chugunov expected when he dropped by his favorite haunt for a few brews was to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listened to the man's tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he found himself lost in the story...only to awaken in another realm - one with a quest - for him. Repair the purifier vital to all those who lived and retrieve a medical unit. Seemed simple enough and a small enough price to pay to return to his own realm. Well, until he finds out that said 'LT-1789 unit' is actually a reclusive cybernetic man. One who will demand his own price of Ivan - three nights of unbridled sexual bliss...with Ivan at his mercy. Only then will he return to the royal clutch. Can Ivan, a man who relishes control above all else, submit to a man who may be more machine than human?
“How many times do I have to tell that asshole not to call me Iron Man? I’m not some damn superhero.” He hung his leather bomber on the coat rack next to the bar then stepped up to the bar. The owner and resident barkeep, Shamus O’Connor, stood behind the long expanse of polished teak and just smiled. After drawing a draft of Ivan’s favorite on-tap AmberBock, Shamus set the frosty glass on a napkin in front of him.
“I reckon if you want the lad to quit a’calling you that, you might wanna shave off your fancy facial hair.” Shamus chuckled as he wiped a nonexistent splatter from the bar with the white towel that had been draped over his shoulder.
Ivan rubbed his goatee. Shave it off? Not in this lifetime. It covered the large port-wine birthmark on his chin. Besides, he’d worn it a helluva lot longer than those damned Iron Man movies had been out.
“Shamus, it’s not just that Tony Stark mustache and beard. It’s his attitude.” Dante sidled up to the bar along with his lover, Ronan.
Ronan smiled up at Ivan. “Naw, it’s not just the facial hair. It’s all those crazy inventions he comes up with.” He tapped Ivan’s arm. “Dad told me the other day you came up with another new part which is supposed to revolutionize the security industry.”
Ivan’s cheeks warmed. Ronan’s father had worked with him at Herman’s & Sons Security Services since the day they’d hired him. For a long time, he’d been Ivan’s mentor and teacher, and with Ivan moving into one of the coveted senior tech jobs, the man always bragged to anyone who would listen about Ivan’s accomplishments.
“No offense, Ronan, but your dad thinks that about every new project I work on. Once you finish that fancy degree of yours, you’ll put my little inventions to shame.” He shifted on the bar stool, uncomfortable with the accolades. He invented to satisfy his own curiosity and pay his bills, not bask in the limelight.
“As if.” Ronan sighed and shook his head, before stepping up on his toes to give Dante a kiss. “Later, babe. Have a good set. I’ll keep the sheets warm for you.” Then he disappeared into the crowd.
Want to find out more? Be sure to visit the rest of the wonderful peeps showing off my cover today…
TL REEVE EVELISE ARCHER LANDRA GAFT ELLIE POTTS
KATE RICHARDS A PASSION FOR ROMANCE
THE BITTEN, SHORTEN, NOT SO NORMAL
So a little about me? Well, I've been writing for nearly as long as I've been able to type. Being dyslexic, my first typing class was a godsend (and yes, my dears it was called typing in those days.) And with the encouragement of my family and a determination to give stories to the voices in my head, I've been writing for the past six years. Initially I started out with erotic romance, BDSM, and menage under another pen name. All that changed in early 2013, however. As an avid reader of M/M erotic romance, I finally decided to take the plunge into writing it myself. But to keep my readers happy, I have decided to split my work between two identities. Most of my contemporary erotic romance, BDSM and Menage books will still be written under my Dakota Trace pen name, while almost all of my M/M work will appear under N.D. Wylders.
When I'm not clacking away at the keyboard, I'm riding herd over my three children, great-niece and nephews. But if I have the time... you may find me in the kitchen cooking up something delicious, tinkering around on the computer with cover art, or simply devouring the latest M/M romance book on my e-reader.
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V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.