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New Release. Wake Up to Shine by Ciaran Dwynvil



Today…it is my pleasure to hand my blog over to the Bard himself….Ciaran Dwynvil and the gorgeous Rick & Sam, the hero’s of his latest book in the Guardian Demon series.

So…without further ado….let Ciaran, Rick & Sam whet your appetite for Wake Up to Shine

“Over to you then…boys”

Wake Up to Shine: Behind the Scenes Interview with Rick and Sam

Thank you for having me as your guest, Jessie. I’m really excited to be here today to share Wake Up to Shine, a brand new gay BDSM fantasy romance, with you and your readers. But first a little bit of housekeeping: everything in this blog post is intended for adult readers only. If anybody younger than eighteen stumbled upon the article by chance – please don’t read further.
For the rest of us, let’s go ahead and see what the book is about before we peek behind the scenes.
The blurb: “Let a real life dominant pull you into an electrifying gay BDSM fantasy.”

Mortal pets create only problems. But if your lover is Belial, the Prince of Trickery, the Lord of Lust and the Antilight, the chances that he will stop growing his collection of playthings are slim. Adhemar knows it, and the only way to win in this situation is to accept a bet that makes his stomach clench.

The stakes are high but so is the prize, and if he plays his cards well, he will show Belial what little allure mortals hold. Then his demon will resign his plays. Adhemar only needs to find two men with zero probability of falling in love with each other.

Charismatic, successful, and handsome music producer Sam Nuada. A bored dominant man cherishing an impossible ideal of an independent submissive. He doesn’t do contracts, safe words, and scenes. He isn’t clad in leather and despises collaring ceremonies. If he were a king, he would want his first knight. A man who would follow him willingly and at the same time would use his own wits if the situation demands it.

Plain Rick Sherlan whose only alluring trait is his voice. A submissive virgin with a strong desire to please and obey. If Sam were a king, Rick would be happy as his squire, as his servant boy. He would bend over backwards just to hear Sam’s satisfied purrs… if he weren’t plagued by an unhealthy addiction to seeking the longest, most dangerous, and least effective shortcuts to his goals. But it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t live a fantasy full of kings, knights, and pages. He lives a fairy tale… about the ugly duckling. Only in his version, the duckling never transforms into a beautiful swan.

But Love is the strangest god, and events set in motion by the bet, a quiet summer night on San Malo beach, an old song sung in a tenor of unearthly beauty, and one intense physical examination unfold in ways Adhemar would never have seen coming.

Sam takes Rick in hand quite literally, and the feedback he provides to his young charge is… rather physical in its nature. Domestic discipline rules, ideals blur, and hearts speak.

And when Adhemar’s own past and his longing for the stage kick in, when fascination with the dynamics between the two men creeps up on him, he is no longer so sure he will win the bet. Maybe, just maybe, it would be better to see Rick shine and win the Pop Star contest and Sam’s love.

Will he? And what role will Adhemar play in his fate?
Intrigued? Then you might enjoy an interview with Rick and Sam. Both have graciously agreed to squeeze it into their admittedly busy schedule, and now are lounging on the comfortable sofa in my writer’s den, waiting for me to descend in my armchair. Well, truth to be told: Sam is sprawling, relaxed and self-confident; Rick, though he had lolled around here many an hour, is far more cautious now. He just dislikes interviews, I know. But a bottle of cider standing on the coffee table, as well as the already filled glasses show Sam has taken steps to help him unwind and enjoy the moment.

“It’s just a chat,” I smile at the shy star. “And you can always resort to ‘No Comment’ if I get too nosy.”

Rick snorts with a half-repressed chuckle. “As if that ever works with you,” he complains, but the tension is already melting. His writer… that he can handle, and the press is nowhere to be seen, so he allows himself to loosen up and lean back in the sofa to seek a contact with Sam’s body.

Sam tugs him into a light cuddle, draping his arm around him loosely but protectively at the same time. And the simple gesture makes Rick beam a smile that lights his face like autumn sunshine lights the shire. He’s beautiful, and I still sometimes doubt he fully realizes it. Fixing his emerald eyes on me, he gives me a small nod to signal he’s ready to start, and I coax: “Tell the readers something about your world.”

“Hmm,” he hums, pondering what I might want to hear. “Our world is your world, really. You know London, Paris, San Malo… you’ve walked their streets,” he offers in the end, unsure what else to say.

“Yes, I have, but some of the readers haven’t,” I prompt him to elaborate a bit.

“True. Well, Sam and I spend quite a lot of time in his house in Paris whenever we can, tho we’re both from London. Paris is quite unlike other big cities. She’s got that French charm around her, and she smells wonderful and awful at the same time. Croissants, coffee, and urine… find that smell anywhere else in the early morning,” he grins. “But… my favorite place really is San Malo. That’s where I fell in love.” The confession slips off his lips and though he still looks at me, his fingers twine with Sam’s. Locked together like pieces of a puzzle they are, and the image speaks louder than words.

“We’ll grab a couple of days for ourselves there before the tourist season starts,” Sam promises quietly, interspersing his words with light nips targeting Rick’s earlobe.

Squirming, Rick fights to bottle up giggles, and for once the next question is going to save him. Though only momentarily. “Sam, what do you want the readers to know about you?”

Sam ignores me for a few seconds, happily nibbling away until he elicits the helpless snicker. Only then he lets go of Rick’s ear, and turns his attention to me. “You’ve already told them everything of importance,” his brows climb as he playfully accuses me of indiscretions.

“You know, consorting with a writer…” I let that trail off, and he chuckles. “Gets you written in a book, okay, I get it.” Shaking his head, he volunteers: “My life had been quite empty before I met Rick. So, really, everything important is in the book. That tells our story from the start.”

Rick presses closer to him man, so much in the fire of love that he could set the sofa aflame. But they have to wait a little longer for the private moments. There still are a few questions to go through, but I know I should speed up before they grow impatient. I give a nod of agreement to Sam’s answer, and shoot the next question: “What are you proud of?”

The reply comes without a second of hesitation: “Of Rick. Many think he’s a born star. And few know how hard he has worked for his success, never giving up however rough things have been on him.”

“Or how tough a manager you are, that they don’t know either,” Rick purses his lips in a feigned complaint.

“Kiddo,” Sam warns softly, but we all know it’s just a play. Rick apparently wants something from his lover, and is going to get it a little bit later.

I smirk knowingly and get almost imperceptible shrugs in response. Oh yes, we share some bedroom preferences. Which leads me to the next nosy question: “What would you never share?”

“My lover,” they answer in unison, and they mean it. However fond they are of Adhemar’s and Belial’s company these days, they aren’t going to partake in any group sex orgies. Sam’s possessiveness prevents any such intentions. And Rick is only glad. His paradise lies behind the door to his and Sam’s bedroom, and it’s a very private place for both of them. Though… they know they’re watched from time to time.

But now we’re not about to discuss instances of voyeurism. Instead I ask: “What is your most intense memory?”

Rick closes his eyes to lure the recollection closer, and Sam slowly pulls him into a tighter embrace. Neither of them speaks for long moments. Sam respecting the memory, Rick lost in the past. Only after a while Rick opens his eyes again and his irises shine like precious stones when he says: “Singing my professions of love to Sam, that I will never forget.”

“Neither will I, baby,” Sam murmurs, while his fingers get a gentle hold of Rick’s chin to turn his face to him. A second later I witness a slow and tender kiss. I doubt they even know I’m still here, so absorbed they are in claiming each other’s mouth.

Well, I can wait, and do… until they pull away from their caress. Only then I ask: “Who is the greatest love of your life?”

Their names twine in the answer, but they don’t even look at me. They just gaze into each other’s eyes and I have a precious little time to bring our chat to a finish before they start to fidget in a barely concealed need to dispatch me out of my own room, or to take the stairs to the upper story by two.

“Tell me about your best ever kiss,” I prompt, and Rick releases a wistful sigh: “The first one.” For a moment Sam glances at me, a crooked grin plastered on his mouth. “You know all the juicy details, and have our permission to share them. Now if you…”

“Excuse us, I know,” I nod, and stand up. Our today’s session is over. The answer to the last question: “Where can the readers meet you again?” is obvious. In Wake Up to Shine. As for me, I can meet them later. Here. But I’d better knock the door.

Now… the kiss Rick spoke about:
And before he knew it, he danced. Hesitantly melting into the rhythm and Sam’s touches, he let himself be led and guided. And boy, did it feel good. Sighing softly, he closed his eyes and just followed every nudge and hint given to him by Sam’s body. It was like flying through the skies, free and protected and… loved.

His breath hitched. He shouldn’t allow himself such hopeless dreams. And the hitch promptly turned into a gasp when he suddenly felt a wall behind his back and Sam’s lips on his. It was but a mere brush of soft flesh against soft flesh, but it made his knees buckle and his hands cling onto Sam tighter. He wanted this, wanted this, wanted this… and didn’t know how to let his Satan know.

“It’s alright, baby. I won’t hurt you,” caressed his pouts, and he almost gave a sob in return. He was already hurt and in pains of unrequited love. It could hardly be much worse. How could Sam ever love him? They would walk side by side and just everybody would have to shake their heads in disbelief. He was like a donkey paired with an Arabian entire. This would never, never work.

But still his lips opened ajar, inviting Sam’s tongue to fondle them. Warm, moist velvet stroked his sensitive skin again and again until he thought he would dissolve under its slow teases. He longed for more. There was something more to be had. Only he didn’t know what it was.

A frustrated keen escaped his mouth, and his Lucifer took it as an encouragement. The next second Sam’s tongue tapped on the closed gate of his teeth patiently, persuading it to open. A kiss. Rick couldn’t believe his senses. He had dreamed of this moment for so many nights. Now it was here, and he didn’t know how to react. Craving the caress and fearing it at the same time, he grit his teeth. But soon he learned that while bones were harder than flesh, the gate couldn’t resist the gentle assails of the warm ram and let it in with feverish exultation.

Sam’s presence sailed into him like a slow inebriation. Bitter sweet oranges. He was drowning in their almost narcotic flavor mixed with the heat of spotlights. His Lucifer tasted like success. Just as heady. Moaning sweetly into the caress, Rick began to suck on Sam’s tongue, led purely by his instincts, savoring the caring dominance exercised over him.

Sandalwood, green lemons, and the glamor of fame… Sam’s scent fumed up his nose and wiped off everything. The whole world but for the taste of Sam’s kiss, the feel of his touches, his sensual smell. Warmth and firmness of Sam’s body enclosed him like a prison he didn’t wish to escape. Every thrust of his tongue, his fingers tangled in his hair, his thigh wedged between his legs… Rick needed it all. So much that he was almost choking on his desire. It pulsed, it swelled, it filled his mouth, his mind, his soul. It burst in his heart and shred it to bleeding pieces. It would never be whole again. Not after this kiss.
This gay BDSM fantasy romance belongs to the Guardian Demon Series that will hold you prisoner to unforgettable stories of life, love, and lust. Set both in an intriguing fantasy world and modern France, Wake Up to Shine combines the paranormal fantasy and contemporary romance genres. If you like reading about gay men, enjoy explicit erotic scenes, and love complex characters and plots, this is a must have for you.

Own the book now and savor this romance, spiced up with the hottest gay BDSM. Kink, domestic discipline, and a tender gay love story wait for you on the pages.

Buy links:
Amazon US:
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Erotic content: gay spanking, medical kink, enema, anal and oral sex, soap punishment, and an intense orgasm in bondage and silk. You won’t believe what can be used as the restraints until you read the story.

And if you read it, you can win another title from my backlist. What you need to do to enter the giveaway? Just answer my question: “What did Sam use as the restraints in the night of bondage and silk?” Send your answer to

The first and the thirtieth person who will send me a correct answer will get another title from the backlist of my Guardian Demon Series. Please include the title of your choice in your e-mail, so that I can send you your copy right away in case your entry wins. The giveaway runs until the 30th of September 2013, and I will contact the winners by e-mail.

You might be wondering if it’s needed to read the other titles in the series before opening the pages of Wake Up to Shine. No, it isn’t. It can be enjoyed as a stand-alone book, though people who are already familiar with the other titles in Guardian Demon Series will love references to its preceding volumes. In a way, Wake Up to Shine is a free sequel to In Blue Poppy Fields, and it contains also a short reference to Trails of Love I Crawl.
Thanks again for having me and my men over today. It’s been a real pleasure to visit you.


Ciaran Dwynvil. Author & Bard.


I first ‘met’ author and bard, Ciaran Dwynvil whilst blog hopping earlier this year and I was immediately intrigued by his name and the header image on his blog (above)

A guardian demon was a new one for me as I believed that all demons were bad and dark and extremely troublesome who certainly didn't want to guard anyone. Well, the demons of Ciaran's world are dark, and handsome and can certainly be trouble to some of his characters….but they do have a 'good' side to them and that is what makes this authors books so compelling and interesting.

The 'Guardian Demon‘ series is full of darkly beautiful vampires and demons and villains; the perfect foil for the angelic and lovely young men in need of a healthy dose of lustful pleasure and sexual awakening.

The erotic scenes are beautifully written and are a veritable feast for the readers senses. Taste, touch, scents and sounds are vivid and evocative and the reader is transported right into the scene. Here is one of my favourite scenes from Trails of Love I Crawl Part 2;

But yes, he wanted to taste Viktor’s kiss. Now he realized the yearning that had been parching his mouth and pressing in his loins. Perhaps from the moment when he had touched the mortal’s body for the first time. He couldn’t be sure about the second when it had started. But he sure knew that things were in motion now. Viktor repositioned slowly and carefully to sit on his haunches and nobody stopped him. Desire filled dark green irises lured Donn closer, along with words: “Come here.” Oh, the voice was so different from the sensual huskiness of Belial’s one. It sounded so sharp. Razor sharp. But the cuts it left behind ached so sweetly and Donn couldn’t but make the step bringing him to the very edge of the table. And then his fingers tangled in rust colored locks as he felt the touch of Viktor’s lips against his. It wasn’t tender. It commanded him to open his mouth and he complied. He let the man’s tongue in and timidly sucked at the intoxicating nectar of unripe poppies mixed with honey. Shivering with lust, he enjoyed the feelings of sweet penetration. Thrusts of Viktor’s tongue made him think of their bodies barraging against each other and he couldn’t but pull the man closer. Opening himself for the sensual play, he suddenly felt the man’s hands brushing through his feathers. So tormentingly gently. As if the mortal knew how sensitive his wings were. They unfurled under so much pleasure and fluttered helplessly in silent pleas for more.

Oooh! the piece about the feathers is so deliciously soft and sensual it gives me the flutters. Lovely.

Ciaran’s latest book in the Guardian Demon series is ‘In Blue Poppy Fields Part 2′ which is book four in the Guardian Demon series.

“If you give again more than you ever should, something you care about will die.”

The words of the old divination laugh in the darkness, and death of all hopes seems to be inevitable when jealousy leads Reyach in alliance with Archangel Deathbearer. Determined to destroy affection budding between vampire Adhemar and High Demon Belial, resolved to bring his masters to final, endless sleep, he becomes the tool of Deathbearer’s vengeance, the tool that will fulfill the prophecy.

As sinister as their intentions are, in their scheme they don’t count the powers of love, loyalty and devotion – the very emotions that can shatter their plan to pieces. Will they?

Who perishes? Who thrives? And who sacrifices for the only belief worth fighting and dying for? Find out in the second part of In Blue Poppy Fields.

This mesmerizing gay erotic paranormal dark fantasy belongs to Guardian Demon Series that will hold you prisoner to unforgettable stories of life, love and lust set amid an intriguing fantasy world. Dwynvil’s unique storytelling will captivate you by vivid imagery, narratives told from multiple points of view and explorations of the darker side of D/s theme where safe words aren’t used.

And here, to whet your appetite, is an excerpt from ‘In Blue Poppy Fields, Part 2;

Then he realized where he was. His lover must have read his most secret longings in his mind. He… was in Caris, at the night of Bain. And his lover was here at home.

Belial stepped into the ring of crushed grass between two balefires without any hesitation. His body grew taut and stiff for a moment before his soles stamped for the first time, and he swirled around with his head thrown back in passion. His commanding presence was noticed almost immediately and more and more dancers stepped back to give him space. Their feet hitting the ground again and again sounded like drumbeat and their hands were clapping in the rhythm. Their attention was on him. On the handsome noble that came to have his entertainment tonight. They wanted him, madly, wildly, impetuously. Their desire was in the air but the demon already had a partner and wouldn’t dance alone for long.

For a moment Belial froze in motion but for a flash of his teeth in a wide grin and a small inviting gesture of his fingers. And Adhemar listened to the call. This was a different stage from the one he knew from Cibinium. Primal and wild. Drugging him with its heat.

He welcomed the intoxication with first confident dance steps. His body obeyed every whim of his mind with a forceful grace, and the gasps and quickened heartbeats his senses caught around testified that his beauty didn’t go unnoticed. He and Belial were the gods of this fete. Life-giving essences would be sacrificed to them in moments of pagan pleasure. Soon. But now… now he was craving Belial’s touch. And when the steps of the dance finally brought them close to one another, when their hands met, Adhemar’s whole body tingled with that need. And he saw its reflection in Belial’s seductive eye.

Hungry hands spun him around and pressed his bottom against Belial’s groin. The demon was hard and his covetous palms, brimming with sensuality in every caress, traveled the territories of Adhemar’s body shamelessly.

The dance was both heaven and hell. Promising pleasure and denying the immediate satiation of lust. Giving a little that was never enough. Again and again they stamped, again and again they swirled around, again and again their palms and orbs met in need, again and again their fingers avid for pleasure groped and stroked firm flesh. Until he almost couldn’t bear the fever of this night longer.

And then, just in his mind, he heard a husky and rich, though slightly breathless: “Choose two of them.” Hunt and Trickery and Blood. Now. Craving pulsed in his every nerve when his eyes roved over the circle. A young red-haired stud with bare chest caught his attention. And then a youth with long golden locks. Their color in the light of fires was like molten gold, and his slender body promised cat-like litheness.

So…..if you like your stories dark, erotic, sensual and with themes of D/s and not a safe word in sight…then these books….of lust, life and love, are for you. I highly recommend them.

And if you are curious about the world of Vampires and demons…..then pay a visit to Ciaran’s Blog here and prepare to be truly amazed.

All Ciaran's books can be found at Smashwords


A-Z Challenge.

20130405-232543.jpg is for Friends. And I’ve ‘met’ many in the last two years since I started writing seriously again.

Most of them are writers, many of them published and well established, and some have only just had their first books published. And some, like myself are very new to the game. But here’s the thing; I have never known a friendlier, more helpful, encouraging and inspiring bunch than those writers I have ‘met’ on line and later in person. All so willing and eager to pass on their wealth of knowledge and experiences in the world of writing.

I have frequently had, as most writers do, moments of crippling self-doubt as to my ability as a writer. But it only takes one positive comment from a writerly friend to lift my spirits and spur me on and all is well with my world again. And even friendly and well meant criticism is welcomed because without it, I and other fledgling authors would never be the writers we aspire to be and never move onward and upward. We need constructive criticism to become better writers and fine hone our skills.

This is a short post today because other aspects of my life need my attention right now. But I cannot finish this without a mention of those friends. So…..a big thank you to….

Elin Gregory

Charlie Cochrane


Ciaran Dwynvil


Alex Beecroft

Thanks Guys.

Passionate About Plot.

In my experience as a writer of gay historical & contemporary M/M romance stories, I have often found myself explaining why I write in this genre. Why, I am often asked, don’t I write something ‘normal’ and nice that more people will want to read. Why do I want to write about men doing ‘that’ to each other.

Because many people seem too believe that…if it’s gay or M/M it follows that it will be all anal and oral sex; or to put it much more crudely, page upon page of cum-splattered porn. This couldn’t be further from the truth.

Since I began writing in this genre I have met many other authors who write GLBTTQ stories and novels and their books are as varied in their sub-genres as so-called ‘normal’ or ‘hetrosexual’ stories. They write mysteries, Sci-Fi, paranormal, fantasy and horror; all with gay, lesbian, trans and Bi-sexual characters. And all of them, I have to say are cracking good reads with hardly a bedroom scene in sight in many of them.

Yes, there are some sex scenes, and some are quite explicit and I enjoy them. Indeed, the first M/M novella I read was a real eye-opener in so far that it was very explicit and I was seriously boggle-eyed reading it, but I thoroughly enjoyed the book a and it has remained one of my favourites.

But this is a matter of choice just as it is with non GLBTTQ books. If you want to read books with explicit sex scenes go ahead….there are many to choose from. And so it is with GLBTTQ books. Some are very explicit, some with only a glimpse of the bedroom, many with no sex at all; but with a damn good story and plot. Not everyone wants to read about sex.

And I know for a fact that authors of this genre are fed up having their books listed as Erotica simply because it is labeled as gay or M/M or lesbian. It’s insulting I think to the many writers of LGBTTQ fiction and an insult to their integrity.

So, with this in mind….my good friend, author Elin Gregory started a site on Facebook…..Passionate about Plot and another on Goodreads where writers and readers of LGBTTQ fiction can promote and recommend their own and other’s books.

So, if you are a reader or a writer of LGBTTQ fiction and want to promote a book you have written or one you have read and it has little or no sex or what sex there may be is vital to the story….then head on over to FB or Goodreads and tell us about them. We look forward to seeing you there.


Happy Valentine’s Day…Or Not.


My Metal Valentine.

Dan pressed the ‘end call’ button on his mobile and punched the air triumphantly.
‘Yeeesssssss’ Looking at his watch…he reckoned he had about forty five minutes to shower, dress and be ready in time for Lloyd picking him up at 7:30.

Standing under the jets of water of the newly installed power shower, Dan couldn’t stop grinning to himself. For weeks he’d been dropping hints to his lover, Lloyd about February 14th and how he’d really like to do something different that evening. All he’d got, though was a series of grunts and hmmm’s from Lloyd, who had then slipped his head phones back on and continued composing guitar riffs. Grrrrrrrrrr!

It wasn’t that Dan hated the band or anything like that. He adored watching his lover when they played gigs all over the country. Up there on stage, his long blonde hair shimmering like liquid gold in the spot lights as he tossed his head around along with the rest of the band…playing his beloved bass guitar with passion and skill and throwing the crowd into a frenzy. And all the girls loved him best…he was the handsome one, The Golden Boy of metal band ‘Tortured’.

But he’s mine, Dan thought with pride. You’ve no chance, girls.
And stepping from the steamy shower cubicle, he briskly dried himself and still naked, strolled into the bedroom to dress. But what to wear? Hmmmm! Suits weren’t his thing, but he thought he ought to make some effort.

Phew, dressed and downstairs with ten minutes to spare. Just time to neck a quick beer before Lloyd arrived. The ‘Becks’ was nicely chilled and hardly touched the sides as Dan threw back his head and drank,straight from the bottle. And he’d barely time to smack his lips and savour the beer before he heard Lloyd’s car pulling onto the drive.

‘Erm, looking smart, dude’ Lloyd said with a grin as Dan made himself comfortable in the passenger seat of the Audi. ‘What’s all that in aid of?’

Dan had dressed casually but smarter than usual. Black jeans and a spanking new T-Shirt, black of course but for once unadorned by a grinning skull or a blood-spattered corpse. ‘Ah, you know…thought I’d make an effort tonight’. Dan replied. ‘Erm, where are we going anyway?’

It was only when they were in sight of the brightly lit frontage of the building with its universally known logo that Dan realised where they were actually going.

‘Are you fucking kiddin me’, he said, Fucking Maccy Dees!!’

Lloyd looked askance at his furious lover, ‘But we always come here on Thursdays, you know that’.
Lloyd steered the car into a parking bay and switched off the engine. ‘What’s so different tonight?’

‘What….what’s different is…is…oh, shit, what’s the fucking point’. Dan felt his face reddening with anger and possible embarrassment. Served him right for allowing himself to hope that, for once his lover would be even a little bit romantic. But hey, it wasn’t cool, didn’t go with the image. Fuck!

‘Aw, come on Dan…I’m sorry. I forgot what day it was’. Lloyd laid his hand on Dan’s thigh, ‘But you know I don’t go in for all that…that romance shit’.

‘No, I know you don’t’. Dan sighed and got out of the car. ‘Come on then’ he said, ‘lets go get the usual crap’.

‘Hey! Dan’ Lloyd called as he locked the car, ‘You still love me though’.

‘Wanker!!’ Dan grinned as he stood and waited for Lloyd to catch up. Ah, what the hell. Who needs romance when I’ve got him anyway.