How Long will I Love You by Iyana Jenna

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 HOW LONG WILL I LOVE YOU

by Iyana Jenna

Published by Evernight Publishing

Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Length: 26,950 Words

Heat Rating: 3

 

Blurb:

It might look weird for a musician to *fangirl* another musician, but Ed Finley didn’t give a damn. He adored and had a crush on singer and pianist, Gavin O’Malley—to the point of sticking O’Malley’s pin-ups all over the walls of his room. Ed thought his dream had come true when he was scheduled to perform together with his idol on stage.

Gavin O’Malley thought Ed was okay when they ended up being together that night. The night meant everything to Ed, while it was only another one-night stand for Gavin.

Ed decides to stay away while Gavin, after rejecting Ed, couldn’t stop thinking about the other man. Will Gavin get a chance to tell Ed his true feelings?

 

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Excerpt:

As soon as he got to L.A., Ed realized the mistake he’d made. Everything reminded him of Gavin, especially the invites to small jam sessions and dinners with fellow artists. He’d tried to avoid them all, but Nina, his assistant, kept reminding him not to miss those occasions.

“Don’t you see that I’m a human being, too? I’m tired, okay?”

Instead of answering, Nina squinted at him before she thrust an envelope at him.

“What’s that?” Suspicion crept into his heart.

“A live awards ceremony. Music awards. Next week.”

“Oh.” He took the invitation and looked at the card. It was a national show and it was going to be aired live on a major channel. It was a big deal. He glanced back at Nina. “Am I a nominee or something?” That was impossible. He’d have found out right away if he was nominated in a category. “Or am I going to present an award? How did you get this invitation?” Nina knew very well this wasn’t his type of thing.

She chuckled softly. The traitor.

“Relax. I didn’t have to kiss someone’s ass or get down on my knees for this. You’re an online phenomenon, Ed. They knew they’d get more publicity if they had you at their show.”

Ed wasn’t particularly afraid of what Nina would do if she wanted something, though he did worry about her sometimes. She’d do anything to get the things she wanted. But this was going to be a huge event with hundreds of celebrities. It was harmless. Safe. Even if Ed saw him there, he could easily slip away and hide. He sighed.

“All right. I’ll go.”

“Yay. I’ll RSVP.”

Ed rolled his eyes as he turned his back on a delighted Nina, who was already on the phone.

The invitation ruined the plan he’d made. Without Nina’s knowledge, he’d made a reservation to rent a cabin on a vineyard resort he often went to in Northern California. He needed fresh air and a place to clear his head. He’d thought being in L.A. would help, but the feeling that he could run into Gavin in any corner of the city kept haunting him. The shame—Ed could not get rid of it. He was lucky Gavin hadn’t talked to a tabloid about how Ed Finley literally threw himself at him and thought he had a chance to be Gavin O’Malley’s boyfriend.

A week or so on the vineyard would do him good. Too bad Ed had to postpone it now. He took a shuddering breath and cooked up another plan. The minute he left the award show, he would be on his way to escape to Moonshine Valley.

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Nina walked ahead of Ed on the red carpet. He smiled inwardly at the sight of her—a diminutive figure, yet looking confident and ready to take any action Ed needed her to. Tonight she was lit up in her small, bright red dress with her golden hair tied up into a small chignon. She was pretty, Ed would give her that. He wouldn’t mind having her as his girlfriend if he liked girls. As it was, Ed didn’t mind taking her as his date tonight, though she might have minded if he’d insisted on going in his shirt and jeans.

“Ed!”

Ed jerked his head up. “Yeah?” He had been unaware of zoning out for a second there.

Nina gestured at him impatiently, so he headed toward her. She was standing near the velvet railing with a man on the other side of it who had a microphone in his hand.

“Hi,” greeted Ed. “How’re you doing?”

“Can you believe it? Louis Montague from the blog Louis’ Notes, himself! He wants to talk to you, Ed.” Nina sounded too chirpy for his liking, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion because the girl knew him well. He turned back to the man and offered his hand. Louis accepted and shook it hard.

“Ed Finley. It’s so great to finally see you.”

“Hi, Louis. Glad to see you too. I hope you like my songs.”

“Like your songs? I love them. They’re brilliant, man.”

“Come on.” Ed felt positively embarrassed. After all this time, he still couldn’t believe people actually listened to his work. He looked around and cursed silently when he found that Nina had disappeared.

“I’m serious. They’re emotional and fans really relate to them. I can’t stop listening to them. What’s coming up next from you?”

“Um.” Ed scratched his head, then promptly removed his wandering fingers. He’d spent more time than was necessary trying to tame his red curls, and he knew Nina would scold him for ruining them. “I write songs every night or between shows. I can’t stop the ideas from coming into my head. They keep bugging me until I write them down.”

“Sounds so easy for you.”

“Oh no, not at all. They’re raw ideas and thoughts. Mostly I still have to find the right tune for them, not to mention the lyrics and the music arrangements. Half of the raw ideas I have had have ended up in the garbage bin. Only half became full songs and just one or two of them get to be produced.” Ed thought he heard Louis mutter something. “Excuse me?”

Louis shook his head. “Nah. Just—if I tried to write songs, they would all get dumped.”

Ed snickered. “You don’t know that. You should try writing someday if you get an interesting idea.”

“I’d rather listen to yours, thanks.” Louis smiled widely. “So are you going to present an award tonight?”

“No. I’ll just sit tight and sweet in the audience. My pretty Nina did a good job finding me a place in there. She—” Ed waved sideways and stopped short. He gaped and his breathing became erratic. He hadn’t expected anyone to be standing next to him, to be so close to him, like…like…

“Hi, Ed.”

Like Gavin.

 

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Author Bio:

Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

 

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Not Mistaken Identity by Iyana Jenna

Dear Lea, my greatest thanks for you for allowing me to visit your blog. I would like to share with you and your readers my newest release from Breathless Press, Not Mistaken Identity.

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Not Mistaken Identity

By: Iyana Jenna
Published By: Breathless Press
Published: Jan 02, 2015
ISBN # 9781771013468

Word Count: 13,077
Heat Index III

 

 

Short blurb:

Abducted and forced to channel all his TV character’s smarts, can actor Chase Riley escape his captors and return to his boyfriend?

 

Long Blurb:

Actor Chase Riley is road tripping his way home when he is abducted. A delusional fan is convinced that Chase is really Elliot, the character he plays in a popular cop series. In order to survive, Chase must channel all his TV character’s smarts, while trying to convince his abductor that he really is just a very good actor.

Chase’s boyfriend, co-star Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister when he gets news of Chase’s disappearance. Trapped in an airport in Mexico trying to get home, Aidan is both terrified he will never see Chase again and tortured with guilt for allowing his lover to travel alone.

When Chase makes a desperate attempt to escape, the consequences are serious. And though Aidan will get to see his Chase again, it is with no guarantee that his boyfriend will survive to tell the tale.

 

Excerpt:

This wasn’t the first time Chase had stopped at this place. The food wasn’t bad and, besides, he was famished. He hadn’t eaten anything since dinner last night and had only coffee this morning.

“I’ll take today’s special and the grilled chicken and garlic.”

“Right away, sir.”

There weren’t many customers. Chase swept a glance around the room from his bar stool. The quieter, the better. He really didn’t want anyone to recognize him.

“You look familiar.”

Great. So much for not being recognized.

Chase turned slowly sideways. A man, fiftyish, had taken the stool right next to him. Chase automatically pulled back.

“You got the wrong man.”

“I don’t think so.” The man grinned widely. “Riley, right? Chase Riley, the actor? I’m Bob Nelson.” He seized Chase’s hand and shook it hard.

Chase offered a half-hearted smile. Who is this man? A journalist?

“My son is a big fan of your show.”

Ah. Chase smiled.

“He worships Elliot Smith. He thinks he’s a real hero.”

Elliot Smith was the character he played on a TV show.

“Yeah, I think so too,” Chase said carefully.

“He tries to do whatever Elliot does, but it frustrates him sometimes when he can’t. He wants Elliot to be there with him, to show him the ropes.”

Chase paused. This didn’t sound right.

And when his food came, Chase could only look at it, his appetite slipping away.

“Uh, you mind if I ask this to be wrapped?” he asked, somewhat hesitant, but the waiter was a truly nice man.

“Definitely not a problem.”

Chase nodded, and he grimaced toward the old man.

“That’s awesome that your son enjoys our series. We really appreciate your support.” Chase didn’t want to think that it might look embarrassing that he then dashed to the cashier. He wasn’t afraid of the man. No, he wasn’t.

Chase was relieved that his order was ready to go by the time he’d finished paying. He hurried across the parking lot toward his car and tossed the food onto the passenger seat. Only when he sank into his seat behind the wheel did Chase take a deep breath of relief. He closed his eyes.

Chase, youre pathetic, he scolded himself. No wonder Aidan keeps worrying about you.

Chase glanced in the rear-view mirror as he put on his sunglasses, tensing when suddenly he saw a movement behind him. Before he had a chance to look again, something sharp thrust into his side through layers of his shirt and jacket.

“Not a word, no sudden movement. I don’t want to harm you but—”

“You have a knife!” Chase said.

“No talking!”

The man shoved the knife deeper and Chase breathed hard as he felt it pierce his skin. His ears were ringing as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

“Drive,” urged the man.

Chase tried to catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, but the guy was crouching low behind his seat.

“No—”

“Go!”

 

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Author Bio:

Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

 

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COVER REVEAL! Slippery Slope by Iyana Jenna

Thank you very much for having me for my cover reveal!

 

Coming from JMS Books – November 2, 2014

Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Length: 20K

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Unedited Blurb:

Actors Ethan Grey and Alex Haynes were gay but in Hollywood they couldn’t be that open unless one, they were willing to be typecast as gay guys in their future movies or two, their boyfriend was a prominent producer. Since neither Ethan nor Alex was willing to or had a producer boyfriend, they took another path, hid their relationship and had a pretend girlfriend.

What they did might work for Ethan but not Alex. He screwed up big time to the point of losing his job and the chance to get another in his own country. His manager finally found him a job across the pond where he met Nathan Wells.

Nathan Wells could be the prominent producer Alex Haynes needed to further his career despite being an openly gay actor. Wells was gay himself but there was something Alex didn’t realize about him. Wells was obsessed with him and would do anything to keep Alex from getting away from him.

Nathan might want Alex for himself, but had the love story between Alex and Ethan really ended or would Ethan finally find a way to get to his boyfriend?

 

Excerpt:

The last episodes of a season were always crucial, and so intense they often extended the shoot just to maintain the momentum. It was almost two in the morning and Alex had to struggle to keep his eyes open or he’d easily slip asleep as the next shoot was on a bed.

Alex eyed the one holding him by the throat and sudden weariness overwhelmed him. These long hours, the disagreement between him and Ethan, and this—this bloodthirsty evil that was all over him—it was all too much.

“Get off me,” he hissed, sounding so much in character that other people didn’t have the slightest idea he wasn’t acting at all.

The bad guy laughed, sounding pleased with himself, and tightened his fingers around the column of Alex’s neck.

“Nothing you can do now, hmm?”

Alex glanced briefly to the side of the bed where Ethan was, shivers running down his spine, watching Ethan being held down, too. He couldn’t tell what the shivers were about, though. He grunted when the man jerked him back to face him.

“Your partner can’t help you. He wouldn’t even if he could.”

“What?” he squeaked.

A moment later the throttling vanished and Alex felt the wire connected to the leather harness under his boxers jolt and tug him up. This was the moment when in a couple of minutes he’d be dragged up along the wall and stretched out against it, acting as if he’d been crucified, arms spread out and chest bare. Alex felt like a side of beef strung up in a butcher’s freezer but this was worse because so many people were staring at him. Ethan, too, for sure. And suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He began to hyperventilate and his own hands closed around his neck now, clawing, scratching, fighting for air.

“Cut, cut!”

Alex could recognize Ethan’s panicked voice amidst the fog surrounding him.

“Alex, Alex, talk to me, man.”

He blinked–never felt himself being lowered back down to the bed.

“Alex.” Light slaps jarred him more awake and suddenly all he could see was Ethan.

“Leave me alone,” Alex scrambled up, shrugging a hand off his shoulder.

“Alex, are you okay?” The director of the episode strode toward him. Worry cut deep creases in his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Alex rubbed a hand over his face. “I guess I’m just exhausted. Sorry. Can we try again?”

“Nonsense.” The director turned to the crew. “That’s a wrap for tonight. We start again tomorrow night.”

Alex smacked his lips together. He couldn’t believe how relieved he was to be able to scram away from this place. And from Ethan.

Alex didn’t say anything during their ride home, he didn’t even say goodbye to Ethan when they reached his apartment and he hopped out of the van. All he wanted was sleep.

 

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Ya Like That by Iyana Jenna

Ya Like That by Iyana Jenna

GENRE: BDSM •
Contemporary • Erotic Romance • Fiction • Gay
LENGTH: 12,776 words/ Novella

 

Evan Foster is left with nothing after his father screwed up their family company. Evan’s father ended up in jail, his mother in a mental institution, and they lost all their possession to the bank. Evan dropped out of college and he still has to pay for his mother’s treatment. He has a job at a diner but it isn’t nearly enough.

Brian Donaghue is a millionaire with a multinational company but isn’t lucky in love. When he sees the picture Evan sends in with a resume, he’s immediately interested. But the way he ropes Evan into his company is far from conventional. Brian makes Evan an offer he can’t refuse.

Or can he?


Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.Evan’s heart constricted looking at the huge manor standing before him. It reminded him of his family’s former house although that wasn’t as big as this. He shook off the mental picture and strode to the security post, another thing different from his family’s home.

“Hi. I’m Evan Foster. I have an appointment with Mr. Donaghue.” The security guy looked him up and down, making him squirm.

“Can I have your driver’s license?”

Evan gave the man his driver’s license and got a visitor’s card in return.

“Thanks.” He turned toward the house.

“Wait. There’s a message for you.”

“Huh?” Evan took the envelope from the security guard’s hand and opened it. There was only one small piece of paper inside and he took it out.

Go into the house and come to the room at the end of the hall.

Evan frowned. It sounded like a line taken from a bad porn movie. Or perhaps Mr. Donaghue just liked to joke around.

Evan climbed up the short flight of stairs to the porch and reached out for the door knob.

“Hello?” His voice echoed in the large empty hall. Inside, it was dimly lit just like it was outside the house. Evan braced himself. He had permission to be there and instructions. He might as well do what he had to do.

Evan knew he had to get to the room at the end of the hall but he couldn’t help but feel intrigued and wanted to look around. Everything a mansion should have was here in this house: a vast welcoming area for guests, carpeted stairs spiraling up to the next level, and old portraits hung on the walls above the railing. Once he almost strayed, completely spell bound. He shook himself mentally and turned back to the hall.

After passing several rooms and doors, he got to the end of the corridor. He guessed it was the one on the left, for the one on the right was some feet before that. Evan tried the door. It was unlocked and dark inside. He felt around and found the switch. His breath hitched at the sight he was welcomed with. The room was bare, save for the thick red rugs on the floor and another piece of paper. Evan was written across it. He picked it up, turned it over, and read another message for him. Suddenly all of the air felt like it was being sucked out of his lungs. His sight blurred and his knees turned to jelly. He staggered until his back hit the wall, the pain throwing him back to awareness. He looked at the paper once more, hoping that it was just a figment of his twisted imagination. It wasn’t. The message still read the same.

Take off your shirt and shoes. Kneel on the floor in the middle of the room. Put your arms behind your head.

What was that supposed to mean? He signed a contract to be a personal assistant and not some … sex slave or something. Or was that what they meant by personal assistant? Bile bubbled up in his throat. So it was for this reason that they paid him high, huh? A high-class whore? Evan wanted to run away, not having anything to do with them or the man named Brian Donaghue, whoever he was. He just wanted to forget he’d ever brushed with this … this kind of stuff.


Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

 

Top 5 Most Common Writing Obstacles Every Writer Faces:

The website where I ‘borrowed’ this blog topic said that this idea is to ‘put new writers’ minds at ease.’ I’m not sure if the list can put anyone’s or my mind at ease or not but I’m going to try. It can be about obstacles or general problems. This list doesn’t go in any particular order.

 

  1. Time

Time is more or less my number one obstacle in writing. I’m not complaining if I say that I’m too busy with my daily activities, just stating a fact. I work at the office from morning till afternoon and every day besides Friday I have a class to teach in the afternoon until evening. I’m too sleepy when I get home, sometimes, to open my computer. That’s why I rarely write with my computer. I usually write my stories into my cell phone and copy them to a word file. It’s much better that way.

 

  1. Space

I don’t have a desk or specific working station to write. At home I simply sit on my couch with my fan, surrounded by all the cables I need for my computer, modem, etc., with my kitties Horus and Betsy curled up around me. It’s not a really conducive place to write, often so inviting to just follow my cats to simply lie down and relax and read a good book. It just makes it worse when you’re tired after work.

 

  1. Language

English is not my native language but I’d rather write in English than in my first language. When I write in Indonesian, my own language, I tend to write as I speak and it would sound so crude. I’m not too familiar with formal Indonesian, which is usually used in stories here. I found it quite the opposite when writing in English.

Writing in another language, though, is a bit difficult for me. I have somewhat limited vocabulary and it makes me need more time to find suitable words. I’m also quite slow in finding very effective words. Some grammar points, such as articles and prepositions, often trouble me. I have to learn a lot. Still I prefer writing in English than in Indonesian. 🙂

 

  1. Distractions

Have you ever experienced this: you plan to continue one of your WIPs when suddenly you see something … oh, shiny! That’s it. Social media sites, Facebook, twitter, Pinterest, you name it. You see a pretty picture and all of a sudden you’ve spent an hour or two on the sites. Even writing on my cell phone, I’ve got this problem, too, and I have to fight very hard not to open the browser.

 

  1. Doing this.

Doing what, you ask? Well, this, writing a blog post. I’m not saying this is a bad thing. It’s quite the contrary. Being a writer in this Internet era, you have to be ready to be active promoting your work. Writing blog posts to be posted on your own blog or others’ is just one thing of the many. Having blog tours, updating your website, interacting through the social media sites, all of those will take quite a lot of your time. Yet, you have to do them whether you want it or not. Publishers nowadays won’t accept work if the author doesn’t actively promote their work. You also don’t always post about your own work. It’s all give and take. You help other authors and they will help you promote your books. As an author, you no longer live in solitary.

 

These are just some of the many obstacles writers face in writing. How about you? What is your obstacle?

 

Apparition by Iyana Jenna

Lea, my greatest thanks for allowing me to visit.

Guys, now I’d like to tell you something most people probably don’t know about you. I’m afraid of ladybugs. They never did anything to me, good or bad; I’m just afraid. And it had started since I was a little kid. I didn’t know their name at that time so I called them, ‘a small but fat animal.’ 😀

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Blurbs

Short: More than 600 miles separated Drew and Zach, but on Halloween, Zach came to Drew and left again, just like that.

Long: Separated by more than 600 miles, Zach and Drew were forced to keep in touch through phone, email, and Skype. However, as Drew showered for one of their “dates”, he wasn’t alone. Then he found out that Zach’s car crashed, leaving him in a coma. Who then came to Drew when he showered? Would he have a chance to be with Zach again?

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“Zach…” He closed his eyes, snaked his arms up, and wrapped them around Zach’s neck. Zach nuzzled into Drew’s armpit, kissed his nipple, and bit it lightly, eliciting a deep growl from Drew’s throat.

“Christ, you’re so hot. I want you so much.” Zach’s hand slithered down and took Drew’s length and slowly stroked it up and down. Drew threw his head back to rest on Zach’s shoulder, moaning and gasping as the orgasm built in his cock. His hands ran through Zach’s hair, grasping it, taking Zach’s face down to his own, seeking out Zach’s lips and kissing them.

“I want you too,” Drew said, breathing into Zach’s mouth. “I want you inside me. Please.” He took Zach’s hands, sniffing, licking them, tasting himself there, and he got harder. Zach kissed him more intensely, their tongues dueling inside as if wanting to melt them into one. Zach pressed his hard-on against Drew, who mewled wantonly and began to rub himself shamelessly. “Yes, oh yes. Like that, Zach.”

To Drew’s dismay, though, Zach seemed to fade until what was holding Drew was merely a wet trail of shadows. A whisper breathed in Drew’s ear, “Later.” Zach was gone.

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Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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Cover reveal ! Will and Pleasure by Iyanna Jenna

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COMING JUNE 22, 2014

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Blurb (unedited)

Unlike his brothers, Jake Welther preferred to stay with his mother when his parents got divorced. So he was surprised when he was called to attend the reading of the will upon his father’s death. Jake never thought he’d get anything from the will. As it turns out, Jake’s father left his four sons not the house or the money but a young man named Luke.

A male prostitute Luke thought things wouldn’t go so bad until one unfortunate night an encounter with a client ended with him curled up in an alley filthy and caked with things he’d rather not think about. A man came to help him, but there was no way Luke could know that the man he knew later as Craig Welther, Sr. was worse than any of his clients.

 

About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

 

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A Home for Jesse by Iyana Jenna

Lea, thank you for allowing me to visit your blog!

This is my new release with JMS Books, and there is a giveaway. Don’t forget to enter it here!

An Actor A homeless PA

A Home for Jesse

by Iyana Jenna

Published by JMS Books
Length: 19,909 words

A Home for Jesse

BLURB:

Jesse Gray can’t get more unlucky. His roommate left him and he gets kicked out when he can’t afford the rent. Next, the owner of the fast food joint where he works part-time suddenly tells him he no longer works there. Jesse still has a job as a PA on a movie set but the pay will never be enough to afford even the cheapest room in Hollywood. There’s only one place left to stay the night — in the park.

Trey Miller is the star on a TV series where Jesse works. They bump into each other one night while leaving the set, and Trey thinks Jesse is much too good-looking to only be a PA. When he learns of Jesse’s financial condition, he offers a place to stay at his house. Having no other options, Jesse reluctantly accepts the offer, but what’s the catch?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

This ain’t so bad. Jesse pats his laden backpack. He stretches himself on the bench and lowers his head onto the bag, grimacing at the bumps pressing against his head and neck. Awesome. He is going to have major cricks and headaches come morning. That is if he’s not suffering from early signs of pneumonia.

Jesse shifts and grunts and finally gives up. He sits up, takes off his jacket, and spreads it over his front before he lies down again. Moving a bit again to find the most comfortable position, he thinks, Fuck, now my shorts are stuck in the crack of my ass. Jesse reaches down and pulls them free — ah, that’s better.

He takes a deep breath. So he’s a bum now, is he? His ma would be heartbroken if she knew. She could blame him for being such a hard head and insisting on having his own way. Jesse stares blankly at the leaves swaying on treetops, at the shadows of the swings dancing in the dark, at the stars blinking mockingly down at him. At least the fact that they are up there means that the sky is cloudless and Jesse doesn’t need to worry about the possibility of rain tonight. Getting soaked when the only place he has to sleep is this park would be a pain in the ass, not to mention hazardous to his health. Jesse also hopes no cops will come patrolling tonight.

Weary to the bone, Jesse curls both hands under the side of his face and gives in to slumber.

* * * *

“Come on, Trey, one more glass. Don’t be a spoilsport.”

What one more glass means for Brent must be different from what it means for Trey. They have been here for hours. Trey had sneaked a glance at his watch once. It showed four — and that must have been half an hour ago. Still there is no sign they are leaving soon.

Trey regrets his decision not to drive his own car and ride with Brent instead. Fuck. He’s going to screw up his shot big time tomorrow — or rather, this afternoon.

“What celebration am I spoiling again?” Trey leans forward. Brent looks taken aback but he immediately offers a smile, which looks more like a snake’s sneer.

“Trey, that’s not nice.” He wags his forefinger.

“The hell with nice.” Trey rests his head on his folded arms on the table. “I’d rather be with Jess –”

Oops. He slipped up and said it out loud.

Brent and the others sitting around the table seem to come to a consensus to stop whatever they are doing and switch their attention to Trey.

“Jess? Jess who?” Brent asks. “I thought you were with Kimberly.”

Trey feels blood rush into his face but he sighs inwardly in relief that Brent doesn’t know who he was talking about.

“Kimberly? Right. And you said she’d be here! Where is she, Brenton?”

Brent visibly cringes at the name and Trey feels like guffawing. Eat that, asshat!

“My name’s not Brenton.”

“So what? You haven’t answered my question.”

And neither has Trey, but Brent has forgotten about that. Trey gulps down his drink, and tries to shut down from everything going on around him.

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 This book will hit the retailers on March 16, 2014.

 About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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Guest post by Iyana Jenna

Hi, Lea. Thank you so much for allowing me to borrow a spot on your blog to share with you and your readers about my second story from Evernight Publishing. And there is a giveaway. Just enter the Rafflecopter below! 🙂

By the way, I just want to add a bit about something. The other day I asked the lovely Facebook peeps about what a baby can suffer from that makes them upset and restless. It was for this book. I got so many input and suggestions. I would like to extend my gratitude for you all! ❤

This Isn’t Goodbye

by Iyana Jenna 

Romance on the Go 

Evernight Publishing 

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Stay-at-home dad Taylor MacLean chose his life knowing he could rely on the trust fund from his rich grandmother. He didn’t have to work a day in his life. He preferred to take care of his baby daughter Janine and, when he was not busy changing diapers, he would get down to his art studio.

After finishing college, Jamie Selkirk followed his dream to be a photographer. Now working for a famous fashion magazine, Jamie spent more and more of his time away from Taylor and Janine, his husband and daughter. Can the couple learn to put each other first before their marriage begins to crumble?

EXCERPT 

Taylor went still for a moment before he let Jamie go. Jamie’s body turned rigid a moment ago, a tell-tale sign every time his boy almost said something important. It disappointed him when Jamie only said that he needed an aspirin. Really, Jamie, an aspirin? Taylor had put a full bottle on the glass table in the living room next to the couch where they both slept last night.

“Go ahead. It’s on the table,” Taylor said in dismissal. “You would’ve seen it if you hadn’t been so busy wanting to throw up.”

Taylor turned around abruptly. He combed his hair back. He’d acted mean and thoughtless. He caught a pained reflection in Jamie’s eyes. Taylor wanted to leave the room, this very second.

“Taylor?” Incomprehension and hurt chased one after another in Jamie’s voice, and Taylor couldn’t take it anymore.

“I heard something. I think Janine’s woken up.”

“Janine.” Jamie’s trembling voice stopped him in his tracks. “I haven’t seen her since … since I don’t remember when.”

Yeah, Taylor knew it must’ve been too long since Jamie saw their daughter. He’d stormed out of the house right after breakfast yesterday morning.

“Don’t you miss her, Jamie? Or is your job and are all those parties still too important for you? More important than your own daughter?” It crossed Taylor’s mind that she was Jamie’s and not his, but he figured it would be mean of him to say that. They’d both agreed to use a surrogate, and they were married. It meant whatever belonged to Jamie belonged to him, too.

“I want to see her,” Jamie said, his voice so thin Taylor thought he was imagining it.

“She’s okay,” he said. “I checked her earlier. She slept through the night while I was down here.” He stopped at once. Jamie didn’t know Taylor slept with him on the couch.

But nothing escaped that pretty head.

“Down here? Were you with me?” Jamie’s face flushed and Taylor wanted to grab him right there.

“Uhh, yeah.”

“Taylor.”

“I just missed you.”

Jamie sniffled, but he stayed still. Taylor balled his fists.

“Aw, what the hell.” He lunged forward at Jamie right at the same time as Jamie moved toward him. They met halfway, grasped each other’s face, and mashed their lips together.

“Wait a minute.” Jamie pulled back, gasping.

“What? Jamie?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“No, you don’t. I missed you. You’re all I want.”

“I need to tell you I’m sorry. I’m sorry I neglected Janine and you. I won’t do that again, ever.”

Taylor cupped Jamie’s face. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then I’m sorry, too.”

“What for?”

“I ignored what my husband needed.”

Jamie smiled. “So do you forgive me?”

Taylor swept him off his feet and grazed his lips lightly against Jamie’s.

“I already have.”

Taylor kissed deeper and drank in everything he could. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d kissed Jamie. All the models in the world and their neighbors could want him, but Jamie belonged to him.

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About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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Cover reveal: “A Single Black Rose” by Iyana Jenna

Coming on November 17, 2013, from JMS Books LLC.

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Blurb:

Actor Sean O’Reilly received a bouquet of roses that at first he thought was sent by his boyfriend, Nate Matthews. Alarm bells rang when Nate said that he hadn’t sent them. Sean panicked when he kept receiving flowers over the next days, and what worried him more was that there was always a single black rose in the middle of other colored ones.

Together they tried to find out the meaning of all this. They found no answers. Sean and Nate didn’t realize that a wicked plot against Sean had been set up by an obsessed fan who was helped by a brother who had promised to always take care of him.

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