Clair’s Clan Welcomes Lea Barrymire and Alex Carreras on their blog tour.


Aferrum Brotherhood Series
Genre: Gay Erotic Romance, Science Fiction
Flame rating: Hot to Scorchingblog buttonTour long Giveaway: $15 CG to Amazon, B&N or AReDates: 6/24 thru 7/23/2014

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Alex Carreras
Bio: Alex Carreras believes there is nothing sexier than a hot, naked man with a cocky attitude and a sultry smile.
Always on the hunt for inspiration, you will find Alex wherever there are attractive men, hopefully in a state of undress. And since he lives in South Florida where the average yearly temperature is a balmy 82 Fahrenheit, there is certainly no shortage of inspiration.

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Astrally Yours Cover Amazon (1)Blurb: Caeli Aferrum found himself in the Midwest unsure what to expect from the human race.
He was searching Earth for a partner he could call his own along with some of his brethren. After a few beers and a name change to, Kyle he found the curious creatures full of questions. They appeared less scary and a whole lot sexier, especially the one named Hank.When Hank Cutter entered Rascals Bar the last thing he expected in his small town of North Fork, Kansas was to meet a man. There was only one gay man in town and that happened to be him. He finds himself faced with a startling truth: Kyle is actually a Ferrumis in search of a mate he intends to have for life on the spacecraft Fronza, a stolen Thorean ship manned by seven other aliens who are roaming the galaxy with no particular destination in mind. He knew love came in many different shapes and sizes, but did his have to have a smooth metallic-colored tail and a set of razor sharp fangs?Can their love span species lines and quench the growing lust in Caeli in time to save him from his Needing? Or will Hank deny his growing feelings to stay safe and sound on good ol’ planet Earth?

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Lea Barrymire
Bio: About Lea Barrymire
Lea lives in Western New York with her hubby, three children, and miscellaneous critters. Before the rugrats, she lived a life of adventure, following her husband all over Europe with the US military. She’s slept in a car outside Paris, drove six hours just to see tulips in the Netherlands, and knocked ash from her shoes at Pompeii. Now she spends her time in life’s adventures at soccer games, PTA meetings and school plays.
Lea has loved reading from a very young age, spending many sleepless nights devouring books. Science fiction and paranormal were her favorite genres to read as a teenager, and that love bled into her adult life. She started writing during a bout of insomnia, to fill time, and found it filled a creative void. Now she communes regularly with the characters in her head and tries not to laugh out loud when they say something funny.
When Lea isn’t reading, writing or corralling kids, she enjoys watching movies and sciencey shows, or just kicking back and listening to some music.

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Blurb: Luke has given up the idea of finding someone to spend his life with, at least until he’s no longer working for his uncle and living in a small town. When his eyes meet those of a sexy stranger after a hockey game he’s almost tempted to listen to his friends. They’d been urging him to give in and find a man to share some intimacy with. Luke’s ideals don’t mesh well with the idea of a one-night stand.

Sycita isn’t an ordinary human looking for a man to sate his lusts. He’s not a human at all. Walking into the ice rink had been the best thing he could have done while searching for a male to use during his Needing. What Syc didn’t expect was the draw to not only bed but to keep the human male.

Can the two lovers conquer their differences, their burning lust and their families to find some semblance of happy ever after?

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New Release from E.a. Reynolds


Today Clair’s Clan welcomes a talented author who happens to be a friend of mine. Here’s the latest release, sit back and enjoy the excerpts… I did.



Hot-Blooded is a single title but the stories that follow will likely be linked together as a series called Peyton, Louisiana. This is a fictional city, and I chose to write about a fictional city because it allows me leeway to create the town based on the town I live in while adding the elements of life I think will enhance each story.
The Cactus District is the area of Peyton where GLBT life is centered. So, it will play a greater part in each story as it is developed. I plan to do a cross-over event that will include Peyton, Louisiana and Interracial Heat since the cities are only an hour apart. All of these stories will be about panther shifters locked in a battle with a lion shifter pride.
BDSM will be a strong theme in this series as I explore my own interest in the darker edges of sex and emotion a little further.

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Story Excerpt
By the time he finished the paperwork, it was time to head to Cree’s office. On the way, Dawg reminded himself a million times that Cree was off-limits. He couldn’t pursue him, not matter how badly he wanted him. And he didn’t just want the sexy, ginger-haired man in his bed.
He wanted to get to know him because, hell—he was already captivated by him, his smile, the way he looked at Dawg, and the way he tried to resist the pull between them. He could easily fall in love with Cree in a matter of days even though he’d never fallen so quickly for anyone.
Things would be complicated since Cree was afraid his family would find out, and that would apparently lead to something disastrous. He didn’t see how Cree’s family could just turn their backs on him. Anniston appeared to love her little brother. He was willing to bet she’d be repulsed, but she’d never turn her back on him.
As he stepped into Bush’s Designs, he was ready to face the object of his desire without so much as making a pass at him. He didn’t want to destroy anyone’s life over hormones. He and Cree were grown men. They could work together without anything happening between them, he assured himself as he stared around the spacious and very empty waiting room. He glanced around, searching for a directory to tell him where to locate Cree’s office.
He turned to his left and spotted Cree in the middle of the waiting room in his black suit and crisp white shirt, looking every bit the sexy man he was. His ginger hair fell around his oval face, kissing his strong jaw. The black tie had been loosened a little, as if he’d been relieved to finally see the day wind down.
Dawson gave Cree a smile as he strode across the carpeted floor noticing an abstract watercolor on the wall that made him wonder whose idea it had been to infuse zero personality into the waiting room.
This was where Bush’s architects should have been trying to assert themselves.
“Hey, Cree. Whatcha got for me?”
Cree gave him a smile. “Let’s go to my office, and I’ll show you.” Moments later, they stepped into a small office with a window just right of the desk, situated off-center in the room that contained the same ugly, brown carpet that started at the building’s entrance. “Have a seat.” Cree motioned to a brown cushioned chair facing his desk. “Busy day?”
Dawg shrugged. “I’m a little tired,” he answered. “Been on my feet most of day. What about you?”
“I’m a little tense, but nothing a beer wouldn’t fixp,” he said with a nervous smile.
“Massage works better,” Dawg said with a slow smile.
Cree shook his head giving him a grin. “I’m not touching that. I see all kinds of mixed meanings.”
Dawg laughed and Cree held his tablet out to him. “These are in keeping with the current style of your apartments,” Cree told him as he sat back in his chair.
Dawg looked at the designs. “The designs are fantastic. I like the second one best.”
“Once you buy the land, I’ll be able to tell you how many three-bed, two-and-a-half-bath units the space will support.”
“It’ll be a couple of days,” he said.
“Okay, well, let me know. I’ll give you my direct line.”
Dawg nodded slowly as he studied him. “How many accounts are you working on?”
“One,” he said.
Dawg got up and held the tablet out to him.
Cree looked up at him as he took it. “Once I get things going with your account, Bush has a few others coming up that he wants me to work on. He’s bidding for some city contracts, and he thinks I’d be a great fit if he gets the bid.”
“That would be good exposure for you and more business for him,” Dawson said and moved to the window to push the bamboo shade aside and peek out into the parking lot that was just about empty, as the daylight began to grudgingly give way to the pink-and-purple-streaked sky of dusk.
Cree turned in his chair at the same moment that Dawg turned back to him. “You want my card, or you want to program my number into your phone?”
Dawg released the shade, giving it permission to fall neatly back into place as he leaned against the wall next to it. He removed his phone and Cree rattled off his office number. “I know we both agreed this can’t happen because I’m a complication you don’t need. But I can’t stop thinking about you.” He looked up from his phone and snared Cree’s jade gaze.
“Yeah, I know,” Dawg broke in with a grimace as he held up his hand. “I don’t want to jeopardize a good professional relationship or ruin things for you with your family.” He pushed his phone into its holster at his belt loop. “I gotta get out of here. I’ll give you a call when we’re ready for you.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” Cree said just as Dawg started for the door.
He stopped in the room, quiet with surprised silence.




He broke the kiss and glided his hands down Cree’s body and back up to pinch his nipples. Dawg’s touch was rough as he rolled the sensitive flesh between his fingers, and then drew his thumbs over the hard points. Cree gasped as pleasure bounced through him. Dawg flicked his tongue over one nipple and pinched the other hard before swatting them both.

“I like that,” Cree told him roughly.

Dawg swatted his flesh harder and pinched the nipples, drawing a hard groan from Cree. Dawg’s moist tongue tip lashed one taut peak and then the other before his mouth closed over one to suck it hard, and then the other. Cree panted as Dawg’s lips trailed kisses unerringly to his stomach. Nips from sharp teeth brought an edge of pain that made him harder.

He gripped the sides of Dawg’s head as he drew his tongue around Cree’s navel, while his fingers worked the button of his pants free and then dragged the zipper down its track. His pants were peeled away and pushed down his legs. Cree stepped out of them with Dawg’s help before Dawg turned his attention to the green bikini briefs. He dragged them down, and Cree’s cock sprang free, inches from his lips.

Dawg swiped his tongue over the leaking tip before swirling his tongue around it and closing his lips over it. Cree’s hips jerked as the heat of Dawg’s mouth filled him with a more ravenous hunger. Dawg sucked and Cree pumped his hips, fucking his mouth with easy strokes.

His head rolled back on against the wall as Dawg sucked him harder. The distant sound of a cap flipping barely registered over the hard beat of his heart, but he didn’t miss the sharp penetration of a slick finger.

“Dawg, fuck.” He hissed.

Dawg sucked the head of his pulsing shaft as his finger fucked into him nice and easy. Cree writhed against the wall as fire tore through him from his cock and ass outward. He gripped the short strands of Dawg’s hair and pulled as he fucked his mouth, his cock going to the back of his throat and down. Dawg held him there, swallowed, and Cree almost lost it as the muscle massaged his cock.


“Mmm. You taste good.” Dawg drew his head back, licked down the shaft, and Cree shivered.

“Damn that feels so good.” Cree moaned. His was going to come any minute.

“Don’t you dare come in my mouth, sweetheart,” Dawg said in a sharp warning tone. Crew released a frustrated sound and laughed wickedly before taking Cree’s swollen cock back into his mouth. His head bobbed up and down as he sucked and licked.

Cree panted hard, reveling in the pleasure assailing him. “God, yes.” He grimaced as he fought the urge to come. Dawg’s tongue was a wicked little assault that had every part of his body alive.

Suddenly Dawg stood and Cree groaned in aggravation. He was sharply turned to face the wall.

Dawg slapped Cree’s ass once, and then again before smoothing his hand over the taut globes. He squeezed and then tapped one cheek and then the other.

Cree sighed as the light sting sent heat rushing through him. Dawg increased the strength of the strokes, hitting him harder. Flames rose in his blood. His cock throbbed and pulsed and he reached for it, to stroke it, and Dawg slapped his ass harder.

“Don’t even think it,” he said in a hard tone. Dawg delivered another hard slap. “Take your pleasure from my hand.”

“Oh, Gods, that feels so fucking good.” He closed his eyes, whimpering. Being spanked was an act that entranced him. That edge of pain had an allure that captivated him. Hot, wicked pleasure pulsed through him with every slap until he clawed at the wall.

Between his thighs, his dick was impossibly hard, aching as an incredible ache for release built in him.

“Do you like having your ass spanked?”

He nodded jerkily and Dawg slapped his cock. “Fuck, yes. I love it,” he said and took a ragged breath.

“I like it, too, baby,” he murmured against his ear, sending hot breath bathing Cree’s skin. “Your pale skin is so sexy all red.” He pushed a finger back into Cree’s ass. “I think what we both need even more is for me to fuck your ass hard.”

Damn him. Yeah. “I want that.”

Dawg chuckled. “I bet you do.” He drew his finger out and thrust two into him. “You are so deliciously tight.” He whacked his ass with his other hand before his fingers stroked Cree’s prostate, making him groan hard.

“Yeah? Why don’t you test it with your dick?” he urged, his voice rough with desire.

Dawg gave him another whack, and then Cree heard the rending of foil paper before he felt the blunt head of Dawg’s cock breach the entrance of his ass.