To Be His by C.R. Moss

Congratulations to C.R. Moss on your new release!



Thank you for having me on your blog! I’m happy to share with you and your readers my latest release.

First is some information about the series and the book…

About the Series

Nestled within the hills of central Texas is a special ranch. A place that defies the laws of physics—that of time, space, and dimensions. It’s a place where normal morphs with the paranormal and supernatural. A place that seems to know what a person’s true desires and needs are, and then allows the right circumstances to occur to fulfill those wishes.

Welcome to the Gateway Ranch.

Your gateway to all things possible…

About the Book

To Be His by C.R. Moss

I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Gavin Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected.

Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that brought us together could also tear us apart…

And possibly claim my life.



Now a peek into the story…

Excerpt for To Be His by C.R. Moss

“Phone call? Mind telling me exactly what’s gone on?”

I put down the peas, filled him in on the call, how Chad had found me in the hall, and what we’d discussed. “I don’t know what he meant about you ruining his business. How can a wrangler ruin a hotel concierge? I don’t even know how he knew I’d started seeing you.”

Gavin shrugged. “Got me.”

“I’m so glad you showed up when you did.”

“So am I.” He put his arm around me and gave my shoulders a squeeze. “I’m serious when I’d said that I’ll do what’s in my power to keep you safe.”

“I appreciate that.”

His face drew near to mine as if leaning in for a kiss. Anticipation coiled within me. But then he tilted his head and planted his lips on my forehead. Disappointment shoved the eagerness aside.

He stood. “I should get going. Let you rest.”

I didn’t like the pit forming in my stomach with the thought of him leaving and me being alone. It almost felt like I was being abandoned. Reaching out, I grasped his hand. “Don’t go. I’d like you to stay. That is, if you don’t have somewhere you need to be.”

“Nope. The rest of my day and evening are open.”

“Good.” I yanked on his hand to bring him back down onto the couch, and I planted my lips on his.

Gavin kissed me in return, but all too soon he pulled away. “Ari, I’m not sure this is a good idea. I don’t want to be an emotional crutch, a rebound guy, or a tool in some kind of revenge maneuver. If we’re going to be together, I don’t want it to be in Chad’s shadow.”

Shifting and looking straight ahead, I sighed. “I understand, but really, I had…have…none of that in mind. My attraction to you is solely based on—” A knock at my front door interrupted my little speech. “Mierda. Talk about bad timing.”

“I’ll go see who it is and get rid of them, if you want?”


I watched him walk across the room into the small foyer and open the door, leaving the security screen door closed and locked. The voices were muffled until one boomed and seemed to project into the house.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you’re going to let me in now,” Chad yelled. “I want to see my girl. I want to see Arianna.”

Buy To Be His by C.R. Moss here…

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About the author…

Author Bio

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing as Casey Moss, she delves into the darker aspects of life in her work, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the lighthearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

Author Links

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The Elder Man by Katherine Wyvern

Congratulations to my dear friend and partner-in-crime Katherine Wyvern on your new release! I’m so proud of you for pulling this through and I can’t wait to get my claws on what promises to be an amazing read ❤


Thank you so much for hosting me today with my new release, The Elder Man. This story is very close to my heart, and to my life!

Over two years ago I made a drawing of my favorite model as an antlered forest god.  It sat quietly in my album for almost 12 months, but it kept pushing invisible roots all over my soul, until suddenly last year, this story began to write itself. It was light and sexy and full of humor (poking fun at city people baffled by the countryside is my revenge for how befuddling the city is to me!) but I soon became aware that there was more to it than met the eye.

In fact it became a tapestry of all the things I love most in my life, my barely tamed garden and my woods, my animals, my sculpting and natural building, my simple, off grid lifestyle, and the beauty and antiquity of the Dordogne, the region in SW France where I have been living for almost 10 years. I wanted to give a face to the bone-deep magic that I see and feel in all this.

My forgotten but still powerful forest god is the form I chose to express all that is wondrous, healing and grounding in my life.

Or maybe *he* chose me, and did his own thing. My characters notoriously tend to do that.

I did a number of illustrations, at different times, for this story, and I am delighted that one of them found its way to the cover of the book, thanks to Jay Aheer and Evernight Publishing. You can see them all on my blog, here:




Uncovering and divulging  an outlandish conspiracy will put a hard bump into any journalist’s career, and Armin can only blame himself when he’s dispatched from Frankfurt’s skyscrapers into the depths of rural France on the unglamorous job of writing about a cobbing workshop.

Natural building is messy, dirty and sweaty work, but it has its consolations. For example, Van, the greying but undeniably hot master cobber teaching the workshop. Sure, the man is a hopeless tree-hugger, with embarrassing notions about ancient folklore and religions, but he’s still worth a week-long fling, right?

When Van is revealed in all his majesty and power as a long forgotten forest god, however, the week-long fling might well become entangled with eternity, on the edge between life, death, madness, and immortality.




Armin started undressing there and then and pulling at Van’s clothes.

“Um, can I brush my teeth at least?” asked Van, laughing.


Van found himself dragged bodily toward the bedroom. He was still wearing his jeans, which were unbuttoned and sliding down to his knees. He couldn’t stop laughing.

“Okay, okay, I’m right here,” he said between kisses. He tried to either shed his trousers or hold them up so as not to fall flat on his face on the hard stone steps, but he didn’t manage to do either because Armin was all over him like an octopus.

They finally stumbled up the corridor and through the bedroom door and into the bed, and Van found himself pinned down with his ankles tangled in his jeans and Armin’s hand in his crotch, inside his boxers, and his head lodged awkwardly between two pillows.

“Look, honey,” he said, “I’m all yours. But I need to … let me…” He writhed about under Armin’s panting body and finally managed to kick off those damn trousers and then get rid of his underwear.

“Shit, things were easier when we wore nothing but a loincloth and a bit of paint.”

Armin sank his face into his neck, laughing.

“You say these stupid things all the time. Like you are twenty thousand years old or something.”

“Um, well, give or take…”

“Shut up,” said Armin, kissing him deep and long, rubbing the front of his body on Van’s. Armin was buck naked and already hard and ready.

Goodness me, what have I done to this young man? he thought.

Van had a passing recollection of the day Armin had arrived, so downcast and subdued and almost paralyzed with shyness. He smiled in the dark and arched to meet Armin’s body, feel his cock on his own.

Van knew that if he got another rough ride like yesterday, he’d need painkillers to get through the next day.

He was on fire to love Armin again, to share everything, every ounce of flesh, to the bone, and if it had not been a workshop week, he’d have let himself be fucked blind again and spend the day in bed tomorrow, come hell or high water.

But with the last day of the workshop looming, he thought this eager young buck needed to be steered in a different direction.

Hell, am I really growing old? he thought. He didn’t feel old, least of all with Armin’s quick young body in his arms, but perhaps he was not quite as supple as he used to be. That’s the trouble with a middle-aged human body. Damn this mortal flesh.

“Would—you—let me…” he whispered in brief bursts between hungry kisses, and he ran a finger deep in the crack of Armin’s butt. The young man arched into his arms, his back quivering.

“Yes,” he said, half word, half breath, before pushing his tongue into Van’s ear, as if words were not enough to express his longing.

“You can suit yourself if you like,” Van whispered, lying down flat on his back, inviting Armin to straddle his body.

“Oh, I like, I like a lot,” whispered the young man, smiling and palming Van’s cock to gauge his erection.





He was quite happy to fuck or be fucked, but he had never done both with the same man. He was amazed and enchanted and almost a little humbled. Jonas had been an absolute bottom, and it was at least two years since Armin had had anything in his ass not made of steel or silicon.

He fumbled around, switched on a bedside light, and opened that little surprising drawer again. He rolled a condom down Van’s cock and slathered it with lube.

Armin kissed him and stroked Van hard again and lowered himself by degrees onto his lap, moaning softly as that warm, slippery living glans parted his ring by degrees and then slithered inside his body, such an intimate intrusion that he almost wept with emotion. It was so easy to fuck and be fucked that one could easily forget what an incredible disclosure of love and trust it could be. He took a long breath, and another, pleasure and pain and emotion clashing for an almost unbearable minute. Then the pleasure washed over him in mounting waves at every careful, deepening thrust as he filled himself with Van’s length and his own cock grew stiffer and bounced softly on Van’s stomach. After the crazy hurry and urgency of just a few minutes earlier, he had to pace himself, give his ass time to adjust around the girth of Van’s cock, and move slowly, with infinite tenderness, for himself, and for Van. It was really, really difficult.

Van seemed quite happy though.

“Oh, honey,” he said, dreamily. He lay quite flat, his arms over his head and a lazy smile on his lips.

He was not so much fucking him as letting Armin take his own pleasure out of him, offering himself to Armin’s need. Armin wondered if he was always so … not submissive exactly, but giving.

He went a little crazy inside as he worked his ass in waves and tight circles on Van’s hard cock, rooted onto his body, spread wide and full inside and hard in front, all at the same time. It was so much pleasure all at once, almost too much, and yet still not enough. He wanted to say something absurd like, Take me hard, please yourself, fuck me like a whore, but he had never gotten the hang of delivering dirty talk with any panache, and the mere thought made him laugh a little. Van stirred and smiled tenderly, caressing his thighs and gently digging his thumbs at the base of his cock, kneading, so that Armin’s erection stiffened and rose a little higher.

“What’s funny?” he asked softly.

“Nothing,” said Armin, but he was still smiling, delirious with happiness




Find it on Amazon (free sample available) or (with 25% discount and a hot excerpt) at Evernight Publishing.

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