Keta's Keep

Watch Keta's Keep for the following releases coming to you soon!

The Sin Eater's Prince - Short Story in Cecilia Tan's Vampire Anthology (coming in June)

Carnal Cravings - Short Story from Dark Roast Press (coming in June)

Crossroads Revisited - Second Novella in the series from Phaze Publishing (coming in June)

KNIGHT'S FORK
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Knight's Fork is about a Queen whose life depends upon giving her King an heir. The problem is that Queen Electra is married to an alien and they are genetically incompatible. She needs a secret sperm donor who is the soul of discretion. Only one green-eyed god-Prince has the right stuff, but --being virtuous, sworn to chastity, and politically savvy-- he refuses to give it to her.

From 'Rhett's point of view, the last thing he wants is to become entangled in any sense of the word with an enemy King's consort. 'Rhett has no desire to play a latter day Prince Paris to Queen Electra's Helen of Troy.

So, the chaste Knight sets off on an interstellar quest partly to find a lost Princess and a secret that might petrify his enemies, and partly to avoid a Queen whose motto is "Carpe Scrotum", unaware that he has a sexy royal stowaway and, a saboteur along for the ride.

Set UpIt is months since Queen Electra approached 'Rhett and asked him for a donation. He refused. Electra is too desperate to give up, so when their paths cross again, she follows him to his bedroom in the dead of night, intending to take advantage of him while he sleeps (alone, in a brothel).

However, he wakes, and overpowers her. She knows that if they are overheard, she will never survive the scandal. Despite the dangers, she tries to talk him into giving her a semen sample.

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Rhett was being difficult on purpose. Electra understood that, and for once she did not know what to do about it.

Here they lay, together, on his bed, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, whispering like lovers. He was naked, she was fully dressed, and yet she was the one who felt vulnerable despite her protection.

His arm was raised, holding hers, and the tantalizing scent of his pheromones made her want to bury her nose in the sensitive softness of his armpit and breathe in. His bare skin smelled of heady arousal, a recent washing, and of male. The dark centers of his cold, green eyes were large and unfathomable.

"The Lovers were in my cards," he murmured, as if this was the triumphant conclusion to an inner debate.

"I do not require a lover."

"What if I do?" he murmured. "Tell me exactly what you expect." As he spoke, his thumb caressed the soft skin on the inside of her forearm.

"I expect you to—" It was unexpectedly hard to say. When she'd decided to come here, she'd mentally rehearsed different versions of the same basic conversation. She'd thought of speaking in impersonal, clinical terms, of demanding his body fluids in the same way that royal gynecological faculty servants explained how Her Majesty should provide a urine sample.

But he was more than a delivery system.

She'd considered treating the entire process as an embarrassing practical joke, but jokes were ultimately shared, and what she wanted was a deadly serious matter. If she made a joke of it, he might share the joke with others or take his participation lightly. Or he might presume upon the connection and develop a delusion that they were intimately entwined.

"I expect you to ejaculate."

"Mmmm. Here's the problem. I am not the sexual equivalent of an espresso machine. I don't ejaculate to order. How will you bring me to the point where I want to ejaculate?"

He is trying to humiliate me! Electra did not understand his comment about what kind of machine he was not. She did understand that he was angry about her choice of words.

"Perhaps you could touch yourself?" she suggested.

"Where?"

"Down there."

"I could"—his sinfully beautiful lips curved into a wicked slow smile—"if I wanted to. How will you make me want to touch myself? 'Down there'?"

Electra swallowed. With a shock of surprise, she noticed that her private parts had begun to pulse and snatch nothing, like the pelvic floor exercises one performed.

"I might touch myself," she offered.

"Where? How?" he demanded.

"I might run my hands down my sides, if you let go of my arm."

Rhett lifted one eyebrow at her.

"Masturbation is not like yawning, my dear."

Electra blinked at him. "I do not understand you!"

"No? You do know what a yawn is?" He opened his mouth wide, and sighed aloud to demonstrate. "When an ordinary being without special powers sees another person yawn, the yawn is contagious. One yawn sets off a spontaneous and involuntary chain reaction of others' yawns."

He stroked a line from her armpit to her hipbone with one finger.

"You seem to think that, if you run your hands down your sides, I will be unable to stop myself from running my own hands down my own sides. Real men…and gods…don't do that. Try again."

"I might cup my breasts." The instant she made the offer, she saw his eyes light up with malicious laughter—or lust—and she knew she'd made another bad choice.

"Now, why would you do that?" he purred.

"Wouldn't that make you feel like touching yourself?" There was no going back, so she moved forward.

"No. It would make me feel like touching your breasts. If you were to lift your breasts in your hands, I would look on that as an offer. I would dip my head and lick and suck on your breasts. I might lick gently and suck hard. Or lick hard and suck gently. I'd take my time…a very long time. I'd play with your breasts with my mouth and with my hands until my tongue was tired and I'd run out of ways to make your nipples change shape and color and size and texture. That's what I'd want to do. Soooo. Is that what you'd like me to do?"

"Absolutely not."

Again, she'd said the wrong thing. He was the most difficult god she'd ever tried to talk to.

"Do you expect me to become sexually excited by watching you make a cynical gesture designed to manipulate my feelings, knowing full well that your breasts are not on offer?"

His voice shook, probably with outrage.

"Yes. No."

"Then, I find myself unable to deliver."

"I beg your pardon. I am unaccustomed to males who are not animals." From a flicker in his eyes, she understood that bringing Viz-Igerd into bed with them was not a good idea. Prince Djarrhett would not be moved to ejaculate out of speciesism.

"I have heard that semen donors on other worlds find the necessary urge to release by looking at pictures and using their imaginations.…"

"I lack imagination."

"Possibly we could hire one or two of the professionals in this establish—"

His raised eyebrow stopped her. "That would hardly be discreet," he said dryly.

"Could I pay you to look at pictures until you find yourself…?"

"Paying me would cheapen things, wouldn't it?" He smiled unpleasantly. "How much—in terms of currency—do you think it would take to send me into transports of sexual ecstasy?"

Electra saw the trap. Any sum, great or small, would be a body insult.

"In chess terms, you are forked with that one, my dear," he crooned. "Let us go back to the beginning. Suppose you touch me?"

"Where?"

"Why waste time? Go for the operative part, just as you were doing when I woke up and intercepted your hand." He still held her arm. Now, he shook it gently. "Imagine your fingers are wrapped round my joystick. Imagine your mouth…"

"Excuse me? Your what?"

"My joystick. My root of all evil. My shaft of all pleasures. My volcano of love. My magic mushroom that springs up in the dark. My full-boost vertical. My—"

"Do ridiculous sayings like this excite you, Prince Djarrhett?"

'Rhett laughed softly and harshly.

"Not in the least. I leave exciting me to you. This is all your idea, so seduce me at your peril, if you can…."

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AUTHORS:

Jude Mason - Ticket to a Spanking
Tara Nichols - Road Trip
Amber Skyze - Rein Me In
Keta Diablo - Lip Service

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About Keta's Story: LIP SERVICE

After their recent tiff, Bryan took off for Japan on business and left Navarre home to stew. Now Bryan is expected home after two long weeks, but fate has other plans--mechanical problems with his plane and no rental cars available. So what's a desperate man to do? Find his own means to get to the man he loves. When Navarre finally arrives, he has second thoughts about challenging fate. Bryan has company in his hotel room!

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About Amber's Story: Rein Me In

Delia is happy being a stay at home wife, spending her husband’s money. Only problem? Scott doesn’t share her enthusiasm. Yes, he wants his wife to enjoy the finer things in life, but he wants her to stay within a budget.
Delia can’t stick to a budget. To teach her a lesson Scott paddles her. Who knew getting spanked could be so arousing? Not Delia, but now that Scott’s turned her on she wants more. In fact she might go over her limit just to feel the heightened orgasms. Can Scott rein her in before they lose it all?

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About Jude's Story: Ticket to a Spanking

If you have a kinky young couple into the spanking lifestyle, and you add a female friend who’s intrigued by it, fun things can happen. Add a ticket for speeding and the fella’s desire to expose his masochist needs; you definitely have the makings for an afternoon of naughty pleasures.

Julie’s the dominant wife, Ken, the naughty husband and Chris, well she’s just plain curious about it all and very horny. Ken’s speeding ticket brings these three together for an afternoon of sexy, painful pleasure. He gets his butt warmed, Julie gets to show her girlfriend just how much fun a spanking can be. And Chris is inspired to try it all on her own wayward husband.

Will Ken find ‘release’ from the two sexy women or will his rampant erection go unattended, unlike his rosy red bum?

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About Tara's Story: Road Trip

After a long, cold winter spent indoors, a drive in the country to an unknown destination is just what Mona needs. The simple act of going for a drive has sensuous effects on the kinky, urban girl, something, Jess, her boyfriend, is well aware of. Mona grows more and more aroused with each deserted side road they pass and Jess shows no sign of stopping. Seeing he isn’t about to pull over and do her right, she starts to tease him as best she can in the little space she is provided, hoping to rile him up enough to give her a spanking. When she finally succeeds in driving Jess to distraction, Mona can only hope she’s been naughty enough.

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Being Familiar With a Witch
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EXCERPT:
Warning: This title contains hot, graphic demonic sex that goes beyond magic.

Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers.
For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.

A year later, Charun stood in front of the mirror on the wall and whispered a few words. The glass warped in and out, becoming something not unlike a television monitor. In it, he saw his witch working in the Cup of Tea and a Book bookstore, handing a bag of books over to a customer.

"She's gorgeous," he whispered.

He ached to reach his hand through the glass and finger the long, blonde strands of her hair. He itched to stroke the skin of her face and see if it felt as soft as it looked. He took a few steps back, for if he didn't he would jam his head through the glass and kiss her on the lips. His cock expanded, growing longer and harder than ever before. Lust tore through him like a ravenous animal ready to devour its prey.

The time had come.

About time, too.

Taking spirit form and not looking back, Charun rose from the bowels of Hell to the mortal realm. He touched ground just down the street from Cup of Tea and a Book bookstore and became a handsome, naked man. His staff waved before him like a proud, hissing snake, spitting even as precum beaded at the slit. He shook his head. No, it was too soon for him to assume the man form. He frowned, thinking.

A cat!

He would become a cat. That would do—for now. Just not a horny tomcat, as the pain of his arousal washed over him. He dodged into a nearby alley and worked his organ, biting his lips when he came.

Withdrawing his hand from his flaccid penis and using the other to prop himself against the building, he spoke in demon, "Denoch er nomonaty."

A strange feeling slammed into him and he cried out as he dropped to his knees on the pavement. Thrusting out a hand against the ground so he wouldn't topple over, he began to metamorphose, growing smaller and smaller as he did. Black fur sprouted all over his body and head. His ears sharpened into points and shot up over his head, while his hands and feet became paws edged with sharp claws. Whiskers pinged out of his cheeks, and from his buttocks snaked a long tail. He hunched over and then fell over onto his ass. Within seconds, his metamorphose completed, he was a black cat. Resisting the peculiar urge to wash his face, Charun stretched and rose onto all four paws. He padded over to a puddle of rainwater to inspect the change.

He sat down and viewed his reflection. Not bad looking as far as cats went. Lifting a paw, he splashed his image. Then he trotted to the street and paused to sniff the air. He sneezed as the full force of odors hit him. A multitude of different things, from the smell of blasted sunshine to the grime of city life. The lack of moisture in the air revealed that it would not rain for days. The last time it had stormed was last week. He had arrived a day too late.

He needed heavy rain to make his first appearance to his witch, as a reason for her to feel sorry for him and take him in. From what he remembered, she would not leave any animal drowning in a torrential downpour. But, from all the viewing he did of her growing up he knew she wasn't an impulsive person, either. She loved animals, but felt that she couldn't afford one right now in her life. He might end up in an animal shelter. This kind of operation needed the right things in place.

Timing was important, too, even now. His witch's survival was the true equation here. If she died before he made her a witch, he knew the fate for Earth if the demons took over. There was the matter of his lust for her, too. Relieving it wouldn't be bad, either.

He cocked his head and twitched his ears. He was a demon, with strong magic. Closing his eyes, he let his magic surround him with a shimmering golden light.
Lano'ste. Na la por lestano.

His fur stood on end, crackling. He widened his eyes as the magic burned within and outside with a violent heat close to atomic. It clenched his insides with an excruciating pain. He fell onto his side and barely noted when it shot away from him, heading toward the blue skies. It dusted the few white clouds drifting along and they became obsidian and pregnant with rain.

Still unsteady, he rolled onto his stomach and waited until the power quieted. Charun breathed in the rain's odor and gave a Cheshire cat grin. He rose to his paws and padded off as the sound of thunder vibrated in the air.

Fuck the weather forecasters and their predictions. With magic, he'd just turned their Doppler radar upside down.

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Woo-Hoo! Crossroads made the best-seller list at PHAZE. Did I ever tell you PHAZE Authors and their Books rock! Hey, PHAZE ROCKS, literally! Here's the list of the top twenty best-sellers at Phaze for the month of April. Stop in and pick up some of your faves: CLICK HERE: PHAZE PUBLISHING

WITH ANY LUCK CROSSROADS REVISITED, the second book in the series, will be coming in June from PHAZE. Stay tuned for more updates for Crossroads Revisited and the final novella in the series!


1) Tempting Turner, Marie Rochelle
2) Bound by Leather - Black / Carmichael
3) 2050 - Black / Carmichael
4) Taming the Wolf - Michelle Houston
5) Hungry Heart - Jamie Hill
6) Saddle Up 'N' Ride! - Remmy Duchene
7) Strangely Familiar - Cari Z.
8) Crossroads - Keta Diablo
9) Lucky Charms - Marie Rochelle
10) Wanted Dead or Alive - Jamie Hill
11) Rope Dreams - Eliza Gayle
12) A Strange New Breed - Wendy Stone
13) The Dom Next Door- Violet Summers
14) Murder by Design - Jade Falconer
15) Animal Instincts - Brenna Lyons
16) Mary and the Bear - Zena Wynn
17) Slow Seduction - Marie Rochelle
18) The Arrangement - Emma Wildes
19) Blue Willows - Gregory L. Norris
20) Charming Lucy - Lissa Matthews

Unleashed
Seductive Suspense by Erika Scott: AUTHOR HOME
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Blurb:

The sequel to The Werewolf Whisperer! Jazmine Carmichael is the leader of a pack of werewolves living in Eclipse, California. When two of the pack members die under mysterious circumstances, she's determined to get answers.

Blaze Petrofsky and two other researchers often played a game of what if. What if werewolves were real? They set about creating the virus, meeting failure after failure, until he buys an old trunk in an auction. In a small silver tin, he finds werewolf cream. One of his colleagues tries it out, and it works. Before Blaze can look for a cure, he's removed from the project and the government takes over.

Now, five years later, the nightmare has come back to haunt him when a beautiful, mysterious, sexy woman brings him a wolf to autopsy. A wolf who, on closer inspection, is human. When Jazmine is arrested, Blaze follows the clues she left behind, hoping to pay back the debt he owes for rediscovering and unleashing lyncanthropy. But is he too late to save the woman he's come to love?

Excerpt:

A strange, unpleasant odor drew Jazmin Carmichael from the haze of sleep. She took a deeper breath and then came awake with a start. She knew that smell. Decomposition and death. What the hell? Looking around the room, her gaze came to rest on the body lying next to her.

Even the thick coat of fur couldn’t disguise the cold emanating from the carcass. The chest no longer rose and fell, and the limbs were fully extended and stiff. She stifled a shriek as she leaped away from the bed. Freezing floor tiles sent a shock of sensation through her. She stared, feeling colder by the moment. This couldn’t be happening, yet here was the gruesome truth in her bed.

Last night, she’d brought Patrick Talbot home and taken him to her bed. Not so much a lovemaking session as a job interview. In just a few days, with the rising of the full moon, she would go into her first mating heat. Anecdotal evidence suggested if she didn’t take a mate, her mental status might be affected. A few of the common werewolf myths even theorized her body would shift back to human form and leave her mind forever feral. Was it just an ancient explanation for insanity, as Serena thought, or something more concrete? As leader of the pack, she couldn’t take the risk. So, she had been picking through the available males, looking for a suitable one to choose as her mate. So far, she’d only had two candidates. Michael O’Toole, the horror writer was one. However, he was near the bottom of the pack order and, despite one lustful encounter, she couldn’t picture herself with him for life. Besides, he was smart—too smart—and would probably question her decisions. She wanted a partner, not a competitor.

Which is why Patrick had been much more to her taste. Tall, buff, tan, pretty to look at, but not overly blessed in the brains department. Exactly what she wanted.

And now . . .

She circled the bed, hoping against hope she’d only imagined this. Perhaps it was a nightmare. The cold seeping into her joints convinced her that this nightmarish situation was real. She closed her eyes and then opened them again. The face on the pillow wasn’t attractive. The eyes were open and blank, the corneas already cloudy with death. The creature’s nose was dry and the lips were pulled back in a feral smile revealing overlarge canines.

Damn.

My Strength, My Power, My Love
An erotic sci-fi romance novel
by Linda Mooney
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Blurb:
Once in every one million births, a child is born on Bellac with the Synergistic gene. These children are taken from their parents and prepared for the day when they will find their Synergistic other half. For when that happens, an entirely new power is created—a power ready to protect and defend their home world.

Grey Dansis is a Synergian ready to find the male who will become her life-long partner. Unfortunately Grey has secretly harbored a longing for Rowe Maine. But the man is five years her senior and an Unmatched Synergian who has lost his chance to become one of the rare few empowered union mates.

When their world is attacked by marauders, Grey has no idea that Rowe is her fated other half. Or that the power that could come from their union would be the only force strong enough to save Bellac from complete annihilation.

They may never know because the law won't even let them touch.


Excerpt:
This was wrong. It was wrong on so many planes, it was difficult to know where to begin. But one thing was deadly certain. Grey Dansis affected him like no other woman ever had in his life. Rowe swore to himself he would find out why.

He was a man five years past seeking his Synergistic mate. Five years, the Academy declared, was the limit. The cut-off point. After that length of time, any cadet who had not found his or her union was considered Unmatched. Unable to find their mate. And therefore no longer allowed the option of seeking one.

Five years. Five damn lonely and hopeless years. Followed by a lifetime of them.

But... what if the Academy was wrong?

We won, We won!

My heartfelt thanks to all who voted at The Author Lounge for Land of Falling Stars Best Cover Award!

This is a great tribute to the very talented April Martinez who designs all the covers for Ravenous Romance.

Here's the link THE AUTHOR LOUNGE. If you're inclined (Keta smiling) go take a peek. The award is listed on their main page. SQUEEEEEE!

What would I do without all you wonderful readers and friends??

Divinity Warriors 2:Fighting Lady Jayne
By Michelle M. Pillow, Release: May 15, 2009
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About The Book:

Jayne Hart has earned her independence by becoming Divinity Corporation’s inter-dimensional boxing champion.Life is great until a dirty fighter knocks her unconscious. Now, abandoned by the corporation in a parallel world, Jayne will use every weapon she has to be free once more. Even if it means running from her sexy new “husband” and spending the rest of her life in a primitive forest.

Ronen of Firewall longs for a woman to warm his bed and his home, but he had no intention of choosing a bride. In an unprecedented move, one chooses him. Never in the history of the breeding ceremony has a woman dared to lay claim. How can he resist the alluring Lady Jayne? She’s confident and sure in her decision to be with him—until their wedding night when she’s nowhere to be found. But, Ronen is not one to shy from a battle. He will find Jayne and, when he does, he has one particular “weapon” in mind for taming his seductive, wayward wife.

Excerpt:

Jayne’s face sobered and she nodded, guarding her expression from him. Instantly, the playfulness came back and he realized it was a practiced look, a defense, a way to hide her true emotions from the world around her. He wondered at it and opened his mouth to speak, but her words stopped him. “This will do, I’ve stayed in worse.” She made a show of walking around his room, touching his things with the delicate tips of her fingers. Each seductive brush sent an erotic shiver over his flesh, as if she marked all he was as her own. She ran her index finger over the long center indent of a sword. When she reached the end, she jerked her finger away, making a small noise of surprise. She stuck the digit between her lips and sucked. Ronen nearly came undone at the sight. “Sharp,” she whispered around her finger, indicating she’d cut herself.

Firelight caressed her every move, casting shadows in stark relief across her face. The orange glow caught up in her eyes, giving them a temptress’s gleam. He swallowed over the hard lump in his throat. She didn’t look away and for the first time in Ronen’s life he felt helpless.

“You have a lot of weapons.” Jayne let the finger slip from her lips as she stepped brazenly toward him. Ronen couldn’t move, could barely breathe. “Are they decoration or do you know how to use them?”

“Men must be…” His breathing deepened and he could barely concentrate to answer as her eyes glanced to the bed and back again. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman. The camp followers were few and the number of men they serviced were many. “Must be prepared for battle.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Lord Ronen. I asked if you knew how to wield your weapons.” She smiled, an achingly seductive look. The white material of her gown clung to her breasts, teasing him as it hid her body from view. A strand of inky black hair fell over her smooth cheek. Every thought in his head centered on the hard heat of his cock. Never had it felt so full and thick, practically throbbing for attention.

Ronen nodded. “Yea, of course. I have held a sword since the night I was born and…”
Sanity left him. How could he think with her lips so close, so full and lush? How could he concentrate when every breath brought him the scent of a clean field, untouched by bloodshed? Never had a woman chosen him above all others. Sure, the camp followers enjoyed his bed on those rare moments he’d been in their company, but he was one of many to them. Lady Jayne chose him to be her one and the very idea of it spun his brain around in his head.

She touched the middle of his chest. It was just a gentle fingertip but enough to send a shiver over his entire frame. Jayne ran the caress down his tunic, just like she had with the sword blade. Reaching his waist, she stopped right next to his erection. “All your weapons?”

He tilted his jaw down in affirmation, realizing what she’d meant. Her hand cupped his cock, wrapping it tight though the material of his tunic and breeches. Ronen balled his hands into fists, curious to see what she’d do next.

“Yea,” he managed, completely disarmed.

Jayne licked her lips and tugged at her gown. She pulled the material over her head, inching it slowly up. Strong, tan calves grew into perfect thighs. Tradition dictated that she’d be naked under the gown and he waited with bated breath to see the apex revealed. Naked, shaved flesh or soft black curls?

Absently, he tugged at the laces on his shoulder to loosen his tunic. The gown moved higher and his fingers stopped. Short curls formed into a strip to guard her sex, greeting him. Sleek muscles and rounded hips tapered to a flat stomach. With a deft swoop, she jerked the gown over her head. Breasts bobbed at the motion, a perfect handful. Dusky, round nipples puckered in the firelight, erect and begging for attention.

“Prove it,” she ordered.

Ronen sprung into action, happy to obey. As he shoved his long tunic aside and tore at the laces to his breeches, she backed into the bed. He followed her, his pants falling over his boots to trap his feet. Jayne gasped, her eyes going to his full arousal.

No thoughts beyond the driving need to feel the warmth of her wet pussy passed through his mind. He needed her. He wanted her. He had to be inside her. Now.

Hi friends,

Posting a review on my Male/Male Novella from PHAZE -- CROSSROADS. You can find out more about Crossroads at my male/male blog, The Stuff of Myth and Men. The San Diego Examiner says "The sex between the men in CROSSROADS is hot enough to burn!"

This is the first novella in the series. CROSSROADS REVISITED COMING FROM PHAZE IN JUNE, and the third and final novella in the series to be announced soon.

REVIEW FROM FALLEN ANGELS REVIEWS: FOUR FALLEN ANGELS

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Keta Diablo brings us love and mystery in Crossroads. Rand is a young man trying to dull the pain of losing the influential men in his life. Frank decided to walk away from those who remind him of the partner he lost. While they both are alike because they don't know how to cope with the loss of Rand's dad, that's where the similarities end. Rand is young, and a bit immature, but when push comes to shove, he's a stand up guy. Frank is a good detective and uses every skill in his arsenal to bring criminals to justice. While I believe they both need each other, Frank's strategic plan to prod Rand into action was a bit rough. This is definitely not your gentle loving kind of story. If you enjoy erotic gay mystery stories cut with an edge of rough demanding encounters, then you'll enjoy Crossroads.

4 Fallen Angels Reviewed by: NeNe