Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Win a $10 gift certificate and check out KevaD!

Today is the first of my stops as part of the Noble Romance Timeless Desire Blog Tour and visiting is KevaD to share a bit about himself, his upcoming release Desire Damned, aaaaand giveaway a $10 Noble Romance gift certificate to one lucky commenter. 

SahWEEEET (<---sings that part)

Welcome to my blog KevaD!

"Over, under, around, and through" used to be part of a TV cigarette commercial. These days I consider it foreplay.


I'm KevaD, writer of any story that invades my mind, and author of the erotic MM historical paranormal "Desire Damned" and the sweet MF romance "A Dance with Bogie and Bacall" both of which were released by Noble Romance Publishing as part of their Timeless Desire Line in October.

Thank you so much, Amara, for allowing me to visit your blog. I'm truly grateful.

As a gift to your readers, I'll give away a $10.00 Noble Romance gift certificate to a randomly selected commenter.

A very little about me:

I've had nine books published so far, with the tenth (the final installment of a four-part MM horror serial), "Catherine's Toys IV," due out November 28th.

"Whistle Pass," a gay suspense novel, is scheduled to be released by Dreamspinner Press the end of Feb/first of March.

And an odd comedy titled "The Zombie with Flowers in Her Hair" is under consideration by a publisher. Set in 1969, the story follows a recently risen lesbian zombie who died on the brink of orgasm as she tries to follow and learn the identity of a seemingly mythical zombie with flowers in her hair. Our heroine just wants to finish the orgasm, but the flowered zombie has plans of her own.

My current work in progress is "Hearts on a Paper Boat," the story of two broken lives whose paths cross. Layton Landers was convicted of murder at age seventeen. Fourteen years later, he's back home and unsure if he can survive in a world totally foreign to him. Hannah Preston, pregnant with her dead lover's child, just wants to die, but lives for her unborn baby. Until she realizes that despite Landers's claims to the contrary, Landers didn't commit the murder he did time for. What Hannah discovers in the paper boats Landers sets adrift on a lake each morning will forever alter her concept of love.

As I said, I write any story my mind conjures. I write fulltime, all the time, simply because I see stories in everything around us. While some only see a disheveled man sipping coffee alone at a table in a crowded restaurant, I see a man who has avoided arrest for decades. He's a believer in right, and a changer of wrong in a world that never understood or accepted him. Now he's tired, aged, and wants to surrender, but before he does, he has one last message, one final act that will rock the brittle foundation of an entire town.

Yeah, my wife hates going out to dinner with me as I create on-the-spot stories about every person in the place as well as some of the d├ęcor. That kind of sums up who I am – a storyteller who will always have one more tale for anyone willing to sit a spell and share a few minutes of their time with me.

Needless to say, I'm honored you chose to share some of your time with me today.

Here's a glimpse at "Desire Damned." I hope you enjoy it. Be sure to click the Noble Tour logo to go to your next stop on the tour,


Desire Damned

Satan wants the warrior Taka to bow before him. But Taka bows to no one except his gentle lover Har. For thousands of years the two men have been doomed to a life of torment. While one walks the earth, the other suffers under the devil's lash. Their only respite is an occasional night; a random, beautiful, love-filled night, knowing that with the dawn one of them must die in battle and return to Satan's wrath. On the war-torn fields of Gettysburg the two lovers are reunited once again. But this time something beyond Hell's reach has happened. Something so wondrous, Satan may finally get his wish.


He skittered along the edge of the trees. Water percolated over rocks. With the fighting here finished for now, and the sounds of a fast moving stream, this was where Har would come. Taka had but to find him.
The coarse terrain stood barren beyond the trees except for shoots of weeds and tall grass in a winding path. Ripples slapped and popped from within the vein of foliage. The stream. He smiled and continued along nature's route, crouching to merge with the low cover and prevent a silhouette for a random patrol to spot.
Vegetation thickened. Thistles and berry thorns tugged at his clothing. Smells of a second flow – to his right and front – emerged. A juncture of two streams lay ahead. Gladness lightened Taka's mind and journey. Here, at this joining of shallow waterways, amongst the protection afforded by nests of berry bushes and grass, Har would be waiting.
Calling upon the animal instincts within, Taka sniffed for traces of humans as he crept forward. A long, slight dome of leafy berry branches broke the plain. An impromptu shelter more cocoon than hut. Taka squatted and inhaled. Sweat and a familiar tart musk permeated the air.
"Har," he heaved out in a breath.
Silence. Not so much as a cricket stirred.
"Taka?" The question was throaty, low, and joyous to Taka's ears. Taka's heart bounded in leaps, his skin pimpled in anticipation of the reunion.
"Yes." Staying low, he advanced on the shelter. On the opposite side, a small crawl hole appeared.
"Taka!" a voice from inside whispered in jubilation.
Flat on the ground, Taka slithered through the opening. Strong hands impatiently grabbed his arms and pulled him over a layer of soft, shredded grass into the cocoon laden with a dank mix of fruit, sweat, and need. Needles of moonlight dotted the dark hair and mutton chops framing the wondrously beautiful face of Har. Taka pushed his torso up slightly with his hands and stared at the man he had loved for century upon century. Mountain lake blue eyes under a thick brow glistened in a broken ray of silver light. Full, pale lips parted. Naked, Har's sleek body designed for stealth and speed shimmered under a glaze of sweat. A mass of hair flowed like falls down his chest to a granite stomach where the hair thickened to a pathway of fur leading to a hard staff of flesh throbbing above a pillow of tightly curled hair.
Taka's cock filled with blood and pressed against his trousers. His ballocks tightened. Quickly, he shifted his gaze to Har's wondrous, but drawn face. Sallow cheeks and a quiver in a lip belied the fact something troubled him. He rested an open palm on Har's coarse cheek.
"What is it? You knew I would see. What burdens you?"
Har threw his arms around Taka and drew him into his body. "Less with you here," he whispered. His lips found Taka's.
Chafed and heated, Har's lips overpowered Taka's immediate concerns. The weighty flavors of berries, dandelions, and starchy roots filled his mouth, followed by Har's tongue. His mind dulled as desire peaked. Taka rolled onto his back, pulling Har with him. He gripped a handful of the thick hair on the back of his lovers head and entrapped Har's face on his.
Taka stroked Har's back with his free hand to embrace every muscle, every ridge of his body.
Har's hand slipped under Taka's tunic and massaged its way up his abdomen to his chest and left nipple, erect and begging for attention. Har toyed with the hardened flesh, rubbing it between his fingers and thumb, circling the tip until Taka thought that piece of him would fall off.
"Suck it, please," he moaned.
Under Har's controlled strength, the tunic gathered atop Taka's breastbone. Har kissed Taka's chin, his tongue pressed the outline of his slight cleft, then slowly dotted a path down Taka's neck. Each dot of saliva shivered into Taka and sent droplets of heat to his groin.
Har's mouth gripped his breast; his tongue played a leisurely sonata on Taka's areola. Rivers of pleasure flowed to his hardened cock. Har slid his lips to the kernel of flesh and sucked. His hand slithered down Taka's torso to the line of his trousers, and then drove under the cloth to the head of Taka's swollen need.
"Huuh." Taka inhaled the sound as Har's fingers draped around his shaft.
Har suckled Taka's nipple while he slowly slid his hand down Taka's engorged staff to his furry balls.
Taka's muscles clenched in want; his back arched. Har cupped his ballocks, then finger walked back to the tip of his cock, and back to his sac. The head of Taka's erection strained and threatened to rip right out of his skin that couldn't stretch any further.
"I want you nude," Har whispered.


  1. 'Sahweet' indeed. Why yes, I got lured in by the mentioning of zombies. :)

  2. Keva, very nice indeed. I love these blurbs and excerpts. Definitely on my TRL. Thank you. Loved reading about your ability to find a story with every face you see because it means more reads for your readers :)
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

  3. Excerpt was great! 

  4. Hello, Oleg.
    Thank you you so much. "The Zombie with Flowers in Her Hair" has been contracted by Noble Romance and is exepected to be released in January 2012.

  5. Hi, Carol.
    Very kind of you to say those things. Made me smile. =)

  6. Greetings, Tracy.
    Thanks so much for stopping by.

  7. Top of the morning, Amy.
    Glad you enjoyed it.

  8. Wow, super hot excerpt! Great interview.

  9. Ooh! Thank you, JayHJay. Bless you for saying that.

  10. The opening line, about the cigarette commercial, was driving me crazy, trying to figure out what over, under, around & through had to do with cigarettes.  The only thing that phrase brought to mind for me was Sesame Street.  All of a sudden, I'm feeling really young.  Thanks for that.

    drainbamaged.gyzmo at gmail.com

  11. I don't know how I missed your M/M horror serial but I'm going to ready for Catherine's Toys IV on November 28th. 

    I loved the excerpt and have added Desire Damned to my must have list.

    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

  12. Hi, Kathryn,
    Glad I could be of service.
    I think it had to do with charcoal filtered cigarettes. Hopefully, someone much older =) than I can correct me if I'm wrong.
    Thanks for stopping by.

  13. I love the sound of your books! I bought 4 of them. :) I cant wait to jump in! Thanks for sharing!

  14. Zombiesss! Who says they can't be sexy too? ;)

    beatrice.g.tan [at] gmail [dot] com

  15. Love your titles especially the zombie one! Great post.


  16. No, no, no... Thank YOU!! Tracey.

  17. Okay. It's official. I'm going to write a story about a shadow that falls in love and protects the woman throughout her life.
    Done deal.

    Thank you, Shadow. I'm just beaming right now.

  18. Absolutely, Beatrice.
    I hope you'll keep an eye out for The Zombie with Flowers in Her hair. Just remember to put it back in before you start reading.

    Thanks so much for your comments.

  19. Hello, Gabrielle.
    Aww, thank you. I actually do work quite hard on the titles, so I truly appreciate your comment.

  20. lol glad that i can be of service. ;)  

  21. Well, the random comment selector landed on Oleg Grave.
    I want to thank each and every one of you for visiting with me today, and hope to see you again real soon.
    And, of course, thank you Amara for allowing me to hang out here today.

  22. Hi Oleg :)

    Inorite? Zombies w00t! :D 

    Thanks for coming by darlin' :)

  23. Hi Kathryn, thanks so much for coming by. :)

  24. Lol my thoughts exactly. 

    Thanks for stopping by Beatrice. :)

  25. Great interview lp edge exerpt going to have to look out for this one

  26. Agghh stupid phone .... Sorry about the spelling

    Sarah S

  27. Thanks for the excerpt :-)  Sounds like a very sexy read!

  28. Hello, SarahM.
    Thank you very much for your comments!



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