You asked for him - JOSE IS HERE!!

SILVER'S BRINGING THE HEAT - er I mean...AVAILABLE HERE

So I wasn't going to write this book but enough people asked me to AND in certain things, I crumble to peer pressure lol. So Jose has a man and he is SEXY!

José DeLuz is the Anatolis brothers' best friend. He's always there with a joke and when it comes to their love lives, he has all the right moves. As for his own, José has two left feet. Laird has just hired him for a major job when José's painter quits. Laird may have a solution: he suggests Ronin McCall. The two meet, Ronin rocks José's world, and he's lost.

After his stint in the Navy, Ronin McCall retires, planning to paint again. He moves to Eros for a fresh personal and business start. The first people he meets in the small seaside town are the Anatolis brothers and he instantly feels welcomed. When he meets their friend José, everything changes.

If you want a peek - just click on the link above!

My Cover for Seduction so Sweet!!!

I have amazing friends you know? Look what Allison Casata did?

How amazing?? If you wanna tell her just how fan-tabulous you think this cover is - Tell here here

Second Time Around!

For all my regular readers, you know these two characters from a short story from last year. This is now 40,000 words and a novel. It has been overhauled, re-edited. Please enjoy the new story of Ash and Keith!

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Ash Archibald wakes up one morning to find his best friend gone. This sends his heart into a spiral of confusion, pain, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal. A year later, Ash allows his sister to talk him into going after Keith, not as a lover but to get some closure.

Keith Hudson is Jamaican and in his family he can be anything he wants--a drug dealer, a university drop-out--anything but the biggest taboo--gay. In the time he all but ran away from Canada to his own little paradise on the island of Jamaica, Keith became a shadow of his former self, a recluse, living on a private estate on the small island. When Ash shows up at his door, Keith now has to face the anger of a best friend scorned and the possibility that he could lose his family forever.

EXCERPT:

Ash arched a brow, turned his head and fought to stare at Keith’s face rather than downward. “Yes, yes you do have something I’ve never seen before.” Ash turned away again.

“You’re joking right? Please tell me you’re not a virgin.”

“I am so not a virgin!” Ash swung around, his eyes dipped to Keith’s cock then flew up again. “I just—I…never seen anything so…damn it why am I tongue tied?”

Keith burst out laughing and Ash frowned. He turned away again, tried storming out but only succeeded in tripping over himself and hitting the ground hard.

“Damn it to hell!” Ash yelled.

“Are you alright?”

“Perfect,” Ash replied. “I should go.” The next time Ash looked up it was to what he was running away from in the first place. Keith’s cock was right there, before him, tempting him.

He is not gay. He is not gay!

Ash scrambled to his feet and turned once more for the door. This time he was stopped when Keith reached out and grabbed his hand. The lightning that shimmered through Ash’s body then sent shame after it. He bowed his head but no matter how loudly his head told him to yank his hand away, Ash’s heart and penis just wouldn’t let him. Biting on his lower lips, he fought to steady his breathing—but to his horror, his chest heaved harder, faster and more painful.

“Keith, please. Let me go.”

“Why? Are you turned on? Is that why?”

“Just let me go—I can’t-- not with you.”

Dating Disaster!

Welcome one and all to the RIP blog hop to celebrate their amazing anniversary! My name  as you know is Remmy Duchene and I am here to tell you a little about something horrid that happened to me when I just started dating.  It's really funny because well, you'll see. B ut first I'd like to thank you all for participating in the Rebel Ink Press celebrations! We hope we can continue bringing you sexy reads to tickle your fantasies and your naughty spots.

When I was eighteen I started dating a thirty year old who had alimoney payments, custody of his two little girls and a house. I know, I know!  I was 18, there was NO WAY I should have been dating a man so much older than me. For one I was still living with my parents, and just out of high school and thinking about college.  Not to mention the fact that he had, not one, but TWO daughters. Another reason being, I was just starting out in the dating world seriously and I hadn't even really gotten my feet wet yet. I mean sure I'd been with a couple of other guys but they weren't really really real relationships. They were high school lets-walk-around-and-hold-hands-then-makeout-infront-of-your-locker-ships.  Anyways, I will call him "Paul" for now.

So Paul and I dated for a little while...about six months.  It was going very well. Sure we had some arguments and we break up and make up then break up again and made up again. But what relationship doesn't have those moments when you want to murder/death/kill each other?  One day I tried calling him and the phone operator gave me one of those "the number you've reached is not in service. Please check the number and try your call again. This is a recording."

I arched a brow, looked at my phone and hung up. It couldn't have been the wrong number. I mean, I didn't dail the stupid thing. I simply went into my phone, scrolled down to the number and press "send" --you know, that button with the green phone on it?  I tried a few more times, then sent an email to him.  I only had to wait a second before the email popped up into my inbox with one of those horrid mailer Daemon thingies.

That was weird.  I waited a couple of hours then called again. Still nothing, I still had the wrong number.  The next day after I left work, I stopped by the house to see it was empty and a forsale sign was set up at the front of the house.  I was SO mad! This punk ass had left, moved away and not said a word and me, being young and naive had not suspected a thing.  I never cried over a guy, ever and he wasn't going to make me start.  So I took a breath and walked away, thinking the man was an ass, a coward and a punk and there was nothing tears or anger would do about it.  I felt stronger and life went on. 

Three years later I was in a relationship with a lovely greek man, only a year older than me and I was home watching one of those wedding shows on TLC. I was bored, it was the middle of the day on my day off from work and I know I should have been writing but I wasbored. Anyways I am watching this program and a familiar face popped up when the girls start gushing about their fiancees. I stood there, before the television and all I could say was "that son of a bitch!!!"  I fell into the sofa and watched.  There on the screen was my missing boyfriend of yester-year.  His name flashed at the bottom of the screen while he gushed about just how happy he was and all I wanted to do was smack him over the head with a Louiseville Slugger and run.

Colour me shocked. He left, got engaged, and was getting married and he didn't have enough spine, or balls to say it to me. I mean damn! But after it was over, I had a sense of relief.  Maybe it was because now I know he was actually safe and not dead in a ditch somewhere. I was angry for a moment then thought...why be angry? That was three years ago. Let it go. Live and let live. The scary part was I didn't even think how much of a bitch Karma could be.  I guess that was the day I realized that "wars come and go, but my soldiers stay eternal"...*shakes head* sorry, was watching xXx with Ice Cube again. But seriously, I grew from that experience and though it was maddening when it happened. I can look back and see how much I grew from it.

That's all I have for you today! Please enjoy the rest of the celebrations and all the goodies that are lying around for you to win. Also, please come back again to visit me here at The Peeping Hole!

Hugs,
Remmy Duchene

MY Publishers

Attention All,

Please read the following carefully. I am not an alarmist by any stretch of the word but I have been having some issues with certain things lately and thought this is the next valid step. The following are the publishers that I have VALID contracts with for works:

Loose ID

Dreamspinner Press

MuseItHot Publishing

Silver Publishing 

Rebel Ink Press

Smashwords & Their Distributors

Lulu
Phaze

Amazon KDP (Ripped Apart)

It goes without saying that the above publishers' distributors are good too. These publishers are the only ones that I have VALID contracts with. Please ensure you are only purchasing my works from these VALID carriers and their distributors. 

Thank you,

Remmy Duchene

MOLOKAI's FACE!!!

Here is the cover for my second book in Cassandre Dayne's series "Hot Summer Nights" Ths one takes place in Molokai - Hawaii! It's coming soon to Rebel Ink Press!

Hoku "Hie" Lolani lives on the Hawaiian island of Molokai and he loves the peaceful, serenity of it. No skyscrapers, no cellphone towers, nothing really from the modern day except a handful of cars and scooters. The lush green of the flowers, the perfection of the ocean air leaves him breathless each morning he wakes. But Molokai is just a place he can hide his true self--his gay self. Here, he is not led into temptation and though his body over heats sometimes, he gets over it.

That is until his friend from New York asks him to host a too tightly wound writer looking to get away from the big city in order to cure his writer's block.

Xander Olson is the author of the Meridian Series. But ever since that series finished, Xander finds himself struck with a rather kick ass case of writer's block. When his bests friend suggests Molokai, Xander had to literally pick up a map and search for it. But eventually, he agrees to visit the island. Things got really heated when he lays eyes on his host--a wild, man of nature that looks more like he stepped out of the pages of the latest porn magazine. Xander knows if he's not careful, one hot summer night could lead to a drastic change in his whole life.

OMG!! Monterrat is what???

So my book Hot Summer Nights: Montserrat came out on Friday and I thought, I haven't promoted it enough yet because I had school and work and assignments and blah blah blah....then today I had a horrid day at work and came home, logged in to facebook and WHAM! Cassandre Dayne gave me the great news!!

Colour me shocked and happy and grateful and just giddy!!!! You guys rule!!

Remmy

Montserrat!!

NOW AVAILABLE

Okay so I am OFFICIALLY a Rebel! How awesome is that? For those of you who don't know, Cassandre Dayne kidnapped me and tied me to her bed so I had to write this story *giggles* it's a fun, sexy story that I enjoyed writing.  So here's a blurb

Chance Snider is a volcanologist and he's bored with his job. To give it a shot in the arm, he decides to lead an expedition into the exclusion zone of Plymouth on the Caribbean island of Montserrat. To appease his sister's worry should the volcano erupt again, Chance decides to hire Scott LaFromboise, an ex-marine turned guide, into the Exclusion zone to watch his back. The thing is, everyone believes Scott LaFromboise is in love with Chance. Everyone sees it except Chance.

The last thing Scott wants to do is lead another expedition into the exclusion zone, but for some reason, he just can't say no to Chance Snider. He knows he has a thing for the brainy, chocolate Adonis, but he'll be damned if he'll admit it. To go three weeks without holding Chance down and taking the pleasure he knows Chance is hiding between those perfectly rounded cheeks--that's all he has to do. Go the length of the trip without falling deeper. Or getting his heart broken.