For all you MOMs and DADDY-MOMs…
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!
Not sure how he got in there, musta come with the flowers…
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HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!
Not sure how he got in there, musta come with the flowers…
So I am wondering the next time oneof our books gets a review that snickers over a missed word edit, can we just plea the 5Th and blame the Autocorrect for the failures? Even if you wont grant us the pardon, you’ll love these Naughty Autocorrect FAILS.
One of the last submissions Talon had made to a specific Book review site has finally arrived.
Check out the 5 out of 5 Paddles and 5 out of 5 Sting factor review he got from BDSM Books Reviews:
Story Rating: 5 out of 5 paddles
Sting Factor (kink): 5 out of 5
Review:
Wow, this was a very hot book. Many scenes were described so well that I felt that I was in the middle of them. The author did a lot of research getting the scenarios just right and I definitely would love to meet any of the main men in this story.
There were a few words that were misspelled and a couple that were used improperly. The author should have written two or three books instead of cramming so much into one. I did enjoy the book and would absolutely read another by this author.
Reviewed by Ronda
http://www.bdsmbookreviews.com/2013/04/14/review-becoming-his-slave-by-talon-p-s/
https://www.change.org/petitions/amazon-make-urgent-changes-to-the-return-system-currently-in-place-for-ebooks
Off to go write now. Trofim Laszkovi, from TAKING OVER TROFIM: Dominion of Brothers book 4, was talking my ear off and made me get out of bed early today. So I need to go work on his book some. Have a good day folks.
We’ve been getting a number of emails asking for a release dat for the next book. While I dont have an answer for that yet I am working on ROUGH ATTRACTION: bk3 Dominion of Brothers Series, today.
Meet Darko Laszkovi and Maxum St. Laurents
Darko
Maxum
EXCERPT:
“They do, when I go to anywhere from six to eight of these a year.” He chuckled just as they stepped into the event hall, and the air of food, wine and money met them head on. If it had not been for the comforting contact of Maxim’s hand still on his back, Darko was sure he’d have turned right back around and left. He’d been to socials, been around wealthy people, but he knew full damn well he didn’t fit in. However, he liked very much, fitting into the arms of the man next to him, so a little social unease was tolerable considering the pay off.
Almost right away, a few butterflies in the crowd approached to greet Maxum. Each time Darko noticed the man stroked his back before drawing away to shake hands or grasp their shoulder for a cheeky kiss and greet, then right back to his position, his hand stoking over him like a signal that said I know you are still here. Darko liked it. As they continued to steer for the bar, there was no way to make it without a few more stops, but once there a heavy sigh came from Maxum that brought a chuckle from Darko, clearly brought on by all the ladies’ vulgarly innocent attempts to touch him, whether it was for his looks or his market value didn’t matter. What amused Darko was, with each one, Maxum seemed to sweat them more. The man was purely 100% gay-angus-beef.
“So this PDA—is there a limit?” Darko teased, more so to adjust the man’s thoughts back to a perspective comfort zone.
Maxum’s fingers leafed one of the wine lists on the bar and slid it over to browse the selection for tasting. The arm around Darko drew tighter, pulling him in for a full body contact before turning to face him with a part content, part smoldering expression, “Usually if the term ‘get a room’ has to be mentioned, I think they expect us to cordially make our exit.” and to prove a point, Maxum leaned in and kissed him. Nothing too arousing, but it wasn’t a zip-in zip-out peck on the cheek either. His soft lips lingered on his own, delivering a subliminal message as if to tell every fiber of his body—finally I found you.
Damn. But if he could learn to love this guy.
{word count at 38, 649 presently}
Review – A Place for Cliff (Dominion of Brothers #2) by Talon P.S.
“Never have I seen a relationship between two men as gripping as this one. A Place for Cliff, exemplifies love in a way that is nothing less than awe inspiring (just keep the tissues handy).” ~ Alyn, Guilty Pleasures
Description: Abandoned by his parents and left to tend to his sick sister since he was nineteen, Cliff has done little more than wander thru his existence. That is until the Patronus Diesel Gentry sends him to meet Pyotr Laszkovi. A man nearly twice his age but his impeccable looks and debonair sexuality has Cliff falling like a love sick puppy for the man. Problem is Cliff is about two threads from coming completely undone as a human being. Despite this, Pyotr sees in him an irresistible young man who satisfies his needs like no other and is willing to be there to catch Cliff when he unravels and stay at his side during the hardest goodbye of all.

Every so often a book comes my way that completely floors me and takes my breath away. This particular author has managed to steal my breath not once, but twice now. If you have not read
“Becoming His Slave” by Talon P.S. and you are a fan of BDSM, you are missing a phenomenal read. Following quickly on its heels is “A Place for Cliff”; a story about a young man who is torn between his duty as a brother, and his need to be loved. Cliff was introduced in “Becoming His Slave” as a wanna be Dom who couldn’t quite gain the upper hand. Forced to fight his way to the top and failing miserably at proving his dominance, he was not quite sure where his place was and often set his sights too high. When Patronus Diesel Gentry suggests Cliff visit with a counselor named Pyotr, he is hesitant but does as he is told. As he debates on whether or not to set foot inside the office, he is not prepared for the beautiful man that appears before him.
Pyotr had been given the basics about Cliff’s situation and knew that he had his work cut out for him. The moment he saw Cliff pacing outside his door, he realized that fixing the broken man would be no easy task. Cliff was hurting and Pyotr knew he would have to completely break him down before he could put him back together again. He just didn’t realize how involved he would become. As he established the parameters of their sessions and learns about Cliff’s situation, he realizes that Cliff’s life has been a difficult one. After finding out his sister had Lukemia and then being abandoned by their parents, Cliff was left to raise his sister on his own and do anything he could to pay for her medical bills. Young, alone, and desperate, Cliff took control of his sister’s care and from that day on forgot about himself. Pyotr set to task trying to teach Cliff to talk about himself and to not be afraid to ask for what he needs. When Cliff finally admits that what he needs is Pyotr, the two set out on an emotional journey that is more touching than I can describe. While many describe a woman discovering herself as that of a flower opening it’s petals for the first time, Cliff’s self discovery can only be compared to a phoenix, broken down and burned to ash only to be raised from the dust and born again as a new creature ready to take on the world. As Pyotr teaches Cliff to love who he truly is, Cliff learns to embrace his submissive nature and to not be ashamed of his love for the man who saved him.
Pyotr has some issues of his own to deal with. A born caretaker, he has a large family that he raised on his own due to his parents being left behind during difficult times in his homeland. Dealing with adversity, and the responsibility of taking care of his brothers and sisters, Pyotr never took a lover for himself and finds that he is conflicted now that he has found a man that he wants to spend his life with. His family is not completely on board and Cliff has a lot of issues that need to be dealt with. For their relationship to work Cliff will have to deal with his sister’s prognosis, Pyotr will have to deal with his family, and the two of them will have to get through some of their most difficult decisions together.
Never have I seen a relationship between two men as gripping as this one. I found myself curious and even annoyed with Cliff in the first book of this series, and when the reasons behind Cliff’s behavior were revealed, I found myself embarrassed that I questioned his actions. He is so torn and so damaged from his parents leaving him and watching his sister go through the pain and suffering of having Lukemia. Suffering himself with bone marrow donations and working long hours as a paramedic, Cliff’s only outlet was the BDSM club he frequented when he had time. What made me sad was that he never found his place at the club or anywhere else because he was looking for the wrong thing. Thinking he would feel complete as a Dom, it was not until Pyotr came into his life that Cliff realized it was time to let someone else make the decisions. When Cliff finally lets go, Pyotr is there to catch him and the two of them together a beautiful. There is no other way to put it. My heart wept for these two beautiful men and the love they share between them. Yes there is amazing sex both tender and heart pounding, but this story is so much more. It is an awakening of the soul and how sometimes the best way to show strength is to allow ourselves to be weak in front of others. A Place for Cliff, exemplifies love in a way that is nothing less than awe inspiring (just keep the tissues handy).
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IT MAY BE ST PATTIES DAY BUT ITS STILL MONDAY AND THATS JUST TWICE THE REASON FOR THROWING UP SOME GREAT MANCANDY
DAMN! Does he not make you think of Kelon from FERAL DREAM by Talon ps?
Talon kept silent as the large man slid into the booth next to him. Kelon’s attention seemed intent on the room for a moment then slowly looked at him. The question about the night air was laughable. He couldn’t imagine this one feeling at a loss for words or any need to say them. He glanced down at his bare chest and the medicine bag that hung low on a ragged cord of braided wool and leather. His own eyes flickered to his bare feet next and he wiggled his toes. All things which once silently pointed out, had Kelon wearing a deeply puzzled expression.
“Dis here place have a strict dress code. How might ye get pass mae door men?”
Talon only shrugged, his eyes looking at the expression then dropping down to the black leather kilt Kelon was wearing. A slight huff flared at his nostrils. He could think of a few other dress codes he’d like to have away with right now.
“Ye like mae in this, duz ya?” Kelon asked, following his eyes, feeling rather pleased under the gaze.
“I’d like to see you out of it actually.” He grinned up at Kelon, knowing full well just what kind of wicked grin he was proffering.
“Aye, I can manage that.”