Available April 21, 2019
Exclusive on Amazon as an ebook. Also through Kindle Unlimited and the Kindle Lending Library
The Weiss Strande Hotel is in trouble. Business just isn’t what it used to be when Tyler’s father ran the family-owned hotel. On top of business being down, Dad’s now sick with cancer so bills have skyrocketed. Desperate to save his family livelihood, Tyler sinks his hopes and money into a new venture: a nightclub at the hotel. It’s imperative that the White Room is a success, or else the hotel will go under. Lady Luck seems to be with them, however, because they manage to sign the mega-popular rock group Heaven Sent to play the grand opening.
Already a huge fan of the group, Tyler couldn’t be more excited to welcome them to his hotel. He’s not at all prepared for the bomb of lust that hits him when he’s finally face-to-face with the painfully gorgeous lead singer, Johnnie Heaven. No, it couldn’t be lust. Yes, Johnnie’s probably the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, but Tyler is straight! It must be a misguided form of hero worship that he’s feeling.
Tyler finds out that he and Johnnie share an obsession: video games. When Johnnie invites Tyler to his room to play, Tyler jumps at the chance. Who wouldn’t snap up the opportunity to spend time with their idol?
He and Johnnie have a great time with the games, but Tyler soon discovers that Johnnie’s got more in mind. The rock star’s aims to introduce Tyler to a whole new level of game play.
Cover by PL Nunn of Bishonenworks
©2019 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
Tyler tried to put Johnnie’s whereabouts from his mind, but he couldn’t quite manage it. He knew when Johnnie left the bar and trailed along into the dark part of the room behind the couch. Tyler panicked, wondering what he was doing, but he didn’t dare look. A click, then sounds from the bedroom, told him that Johnnie had left the room. Tyler bit his lip and fought a groan, not wanting to think of Johnnie anywhere near a bed. The sound of running water told him that the man was in the bathroom, but then his mind filled with what Johnnie looked like wet. He was like that in one of the band’s videos, and Tyler had always suppressed the fact that he found that video particularly stimulating.
Yeah, he had to get out of here!
Continue reading Heaven – excerpt
About five minutes ago, I uploaded the “extended remix” of Heaven to Amazon.
Yep, the boys in the band are coming back. Johnnie and Tyler are imminent and the others will be along as soon as I do the remix of their stories.
What do I mean by remix? I mean that I went back in, smoothed some rough edges, modified some bits that I never liked and — *gasp* — added some scenes in Johnnie’s point-of-view. That’s right, for all of you who’ve asked and begged over the years, these scenes are for you. I hope you like them.
I’m not in charge of how quickly Amazon can get the book up on the site so I’m not sure on the “when”, but it’s coming. I decided to go ahead and make it available through Kindle Unlimited and the lending library as well. Some of you might get some use out of that.
I’m out of practice with getting the word out so bear with me. I’ll get the book page and except here updated in the next week or so then this old broad needs to figure out the social medias. But you’ve heard it here first!
Safe for work. More of Dean and Roland. End might seem a bit abrupt but I’m not sure where it goes.
Dean didn’t know if it was a small gathering or a large one. There were about a dozen of them, all of them shifters. That’s what Roland called them shifters. Nothing about the blood drinking, so not vampires. Dean didn’t know if the blood thing was necessary or just, gulp, fun and he hadn’t gathered the courage to ask yet. Roland was clearly the leader, or the most powerful, at least to Dean’s eyes, which actually weren’t very knowledgeable so he could be wrong. He was definitely biased. Roland was certainly the best looking and the best dressed. Nine males — not including Dean — and three females, which did include Haley. Dean and Haley made up what Dean considered Roland’s entourage. A hulking, hairy bruiser named Dan had his own two people, a bored-looking lumberjack of a guy — without the beard — named Jack had his two, and a guy in a suit who looked like a lawyer who went by Norris — unknown if that was first of last name — had his two. The last was an old guy named Kern, who everyone deferred to like a crotchety grandfather. Continue reading Fiction – Pet
Not safe for work. M/M. Still stream of conscious so forgive editing issues.
Same characters as Up Top and Nope.
There was no one waiting outside. He had to make it on his own. He wasn’t pack yet, didn’t belong to anyone but Roland. No one knew him, no one cared.
“Yet,” Roland had told him. After. When they’d talked. Before he’d run. “Prove yourself and pack protection is yours. Belonging is yours.” Continue reading Fiction – Down Deep
Safe for work.
Same world as ‘Up Top‘. A little before, I believe.
“Nope.” He couldn’t do this.
Dean turned sharply into the darkness of the alcove. It wasn’t private, but it wasn’t the dance floor or the bar and he needed a moment to breathe. He propped his back against the bare brick wall, digging his fingers into the grooves between the bricks in an effort to feel something solid. But he hissed when the bite of pain sizzled up his forearms, electrifying every little hair on his arms as the sensation traveled further. He groaned, closing his eyes. His body fell far too alive.
“Mmm.” A velvet purr disturbed the hair above his left ear. “Delicious.” Continue reading Fiction – Nope
My website’s undergoing some changes as I receive rights back to books and have to remove links and such from my website. It’s a big job so please be patient with me.
Completely safe for work.
Today I got the rights back to Taken, my first book. Bittersweet feeling. On one hand, it hurts to know that it’s no longer available. On the other hand, this gives me a push to look at the stories again and maybe revisit the world of the raedjour. (And isn’t it sad that I had to go look up how to spell that? *shakes head at self*)
So, in that spirit, let’s take a look at this guy who introduced himself to me today.
Keep in mind that I’m doing much of this from my admittedly faulty memory. I haven’t actually read the books in awhile and I’ve got some research to do to refresh my memory of my own world. But I think I’m pretty close to my own rules.
©2018 Jet Mykles
Solander crouched 30 feet from the entrance to the cave. The dust and gravel between him and the opening glowed with the rays of dawn’s light, but even those weak spears of illumination burned his eyes. Continue reading Bit of Fiction – Solander (Dark Elves)
Something a little bit different. Completely safe for work.
©2018 Jet Mykles
She didn’t like him, she didn’t trust him and she certainly didn’t think he was gorgeous. Right. And if she kept telling herself that maybe she’d believe it. Eventually. Continue reading Fiction – Not Him
I haven’t done one of these in a very long while. It’s mostly safe for work.
Not sure about the world. This one literally came to me as I wrote it. Any editorial errors are all mine. Enjoy!
©2018 Jet Mykles
Roland’s dark brows lowered. “Come. Here.”
Hands dug deep in his pockets, Dean lowered his head and slunk across the polished stone floor toward his master. He didn’t stop until he saw the shine of expensive black shoes. If he didn’t already know he was in trouble, the bounce of the toe of the shoe of one crossed leg told him. He stopped and kept his head down, his face shielded by the shiny curls of his gold hair. That was going to annoy Roland too. His master liked his hair just long enough to grab but not enough to brush his shoulders. It was beyond that now.
“Look at me.” Continue reading Fiction – Up Top (mostly SFW)
You know what I mean? The guys who go beyond rubbing you the wrong way. The guys you want to kick or punch just for being an ass. The ones, as I asked, who make your teeth itch to bite them, and not in the sexy good way. Continue reading What Kind of Heroes Make Your Teeth Itch?