Been There, Done That... and I got the T-shirts!

Figured that was a much shorter way to say: So I have this short Sci-Fi follow-up to my Coin Operated Boy coming out on the 28th at Noble Romance Publishing called Love Revisited: Rye & Chal, and my publisher wants me to give away some swag to go with it.

Picture of said swag (I have 3 of these to hand out, btw):


How does one get his or her name in the pot for a chance at one of these?

Two ways: 1. Join me on Sunday, March 27th, on the Noble Romance readers loop where I'll be sharing more about Rye and Chal--leave a comment, letting me know you'd just die to walk away with one of these shirts, or 2. Watch for my post on the Noble Authors Blog on Monday, March 28th, and leave a comment. Either way, you'll be in the running for a T-shirt and a copy of my upcoming release: Love Revisited: Rye and Chal from Coin Operated Boy.


But I think one lucky winner should receive a copy of the new Rye & Chal release and a copy of my original Coin Operated Boy, too. I mean, Love Revisited stories are simply a nibble from the whole package, and since it's hardly fair to tease (I know I don't appreciate a tease--good or not), one person will win both Love Revisited: Rye and Chal and Coin Operated Boy in the eBook format of your choice.




Coin Operated Boy by Bryl R. Tyne
Excerpt:
Tired of ingesting, sorting, categorizing, tempering—just about everything that went into learning human behaviors and emotions—Chal marched to the bed. Letting his scraps of silk flutter from his arms, he whipped back the blanket covering Rye. With a loud slap, his hand connected, rough and harsh, with the bared ass cheeks.

Rye jerked and moaned, fighting for the covers, but Chal straddled him, forcing him onto his back, pinning his arms above his head. "Do not fight me. I have had enough trouble from you humans for one night."

Lips tight, eyes wide, Rye stared, his impressive boner tantalizing Chal through the thin pajama pants. Chal squirmed. Fighting between the sudden urge to taste those lips again or smack the living shit out of his obstinate but intriguing creator, he pressed him harder into the mattress. "Tell me what you want with me!"

Rye worked one hand from Chal's grasp. Without a second thought, Chal snagged a strip of the silk from behind him, and with one hand, secured Rye's wrists, quickly binding them together. With another piece of cloth, he tied Rye's wrists to a bedpost, flipped him over, and smacked his ass again. He then added a third swat just for spite. Rye groaned.

Breaths coming more erratic than ever, Chal leaned and pressed his boner along the crevice of those reddened cheeks, the thin layer of his pajama bottoms the only thing separating them. "What do you want, Silk?" he asked, finding patience almost impossible to maintain as his chest met the silken skin of Rye's back.

His brain fought for control as his body beckoned him; take silk, ride silk, relish silk. "You know I am too compulsive for human games." Toes pressed firmly into the mattress, he slid, long and hard, the length of the man's naked body. His brain frazzled, his senses shaken, he pressed his face along Rye's cheek. "Tell me what you want, or I am gone."



Love Revisited: Rye and Chal from Coin Operated Boy by Bryl R. Tyne

Excerpt:

Despite the adrenaline coursing through his body, Rye maintained focus on the second toe on his left foot, the one longer than the rest. Sweat from anticipation beaded his brow. He closed his eyes, briefly, to blink away a stray droplet of salty moisture. You know you want this. He did, though want and trust were two entirely different issues.

"Silk . . . ."

The whisper ghosted over his right shoulder, across his neck. Chin jutted higher, he turned his head farther to the left, praying warm lips would follow.

All that followed was a sharp smack from a palm connecting to the flesh just above his right ass cheek. His shoulders strained with the lurch of his body; his hands tied effectively at the wrists with a strip of red silk behind his back.

"Silk wants this?"

Another swat to the fleshier part of his ass, and another lurch forward, followed the question. Rye dipped his chin once, slowly, exhaling much slower as he did so.

Another quick smack, this time to his left ass cheek, and, despite his protests, the surprise escaped his throat. Fuck. That one hurt.

Unlike the hard body or the solid erection pressed suddenly against Rye's back, Chal's words and the open palm soothing the soreness away were soft, unpracticed—dare Rye entertain, real? "I don't want to hurt, Silk. Silk is delicate. I am confused."

Rye dropped his chin to his chest with a simple question in response. "Please?"

Chal wrapped an arm around Rye and drew him flush. Lips, warm and perfect, found his neck and nibbled, enticing and sweet. "More pain or—?"

Rye shook his head.

Bryl R. Tyne is a wrangler by nature and a writer by choice, published with Noble Romance Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Dreamspinner Press, STARbooks Press, Untreed Reads Publishing, Changeling Press, and Amber Quill Press. Check out Bryl's bi-monthly column: My Way   Find out more about the author at: bryltyne.com