Monday, November 3, 2014

Cover Reveal~ Don't Call Me Iron Man by N.D. Wylders

So to make this a little more interesting than just showing off my sexy cover and giving you a quick snippet from my new upcoming release from Decadent, I thought I’d give you some fast five’s at each blog who is featuring my new shiny cover. That way you get to know a bit about the crazy characters and the fantastic world of Sisera that is featured in Don’t Call Me Iron Man.  And for this stop you’re going to get a quick glimpse at Lucero, a cybernetic man  who has the ability to save his people – if he chooses to.

 Fast Five about Lucero:

1.  He has become a recluse after the loss of his first mate
2.  To feed and clothe himself, he uses what he can find in the An’tealan Forest
3.  Although solitary by nature, he once lived to heal people. 
4.  He’s severed the royal clutch for nearly two hundred years.
5.  He has no clue that investigating an unfamiliar sound will bring him full circle.

Once upon a time...there was this guy. A man who had an IQ out of this world and was arrogant enough to give the legendary Tony Stark a run for his money. He had everything he could ever want - a good job, more money than he knew what to do with, and all the sex he wanted - no strings attached. But that all changed on one fateful night...

The last thing Ivan Chugunov expected when he dropped by his favorite haunt for a few brews was to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listened to the man's tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he found himself lost in the story...only to awaken in another realm - one with a quest - for him. Repair the purifier vital to all those who lived and retrieve a medical unit. Seemed simple enough and a small enough price to pay to return to his own realm. Well, until he finds out that said 'LT-1789 unit' is actually a reclusive cybernetic man. One who will demand his own price of Ivan - three nights of unbridled sexual bliss...with Ivan at his mercy. Only then will he return to the royal clutch. Can Ivan, a man who relishes control above all else, submit to a man who may be more machine than human?

Holding the man, while a wild morte’metentis devoured one of the guards of his former clutch, was about the height of stupidity to Lucero. The entire scene smacked of Queen Theria’s handiwork. Only she would endanger her own men. The An’tealan Forest was beyond dangerous once night fell. He should’ve never allowed himself to be drawn to the old purification site at dusk—it was more than likely a trap. But the hum from the purifier had been irresistible. Its sound alone as it began pumping had drawn him from the safety of his home.

While he’d kept to the shadows, it’d been too late by the time he’d arrived. He’d been unable to help as the large predator ripped apart the small campsite in search of food. It devoured canvas, carbonite poles, and human flesh alike. There was no reasoning with the mindless beast either. All he could do was watch and be still. As the animal tore apart the first man, a second one fled. He’d mumbled a quick prayer under his breath for their souls. Even as a baby, the morte’metentis would track the fool with ease. Although Lucero’s enhanced hearing pinpointed the escapee’s path, even a human could hear the noise as the fool fled. He’d just turned away when a small pinpoint of light illuminated the last standing tent. It became a beacon in the darkness. He wanted to scream out a warning, but fear paralyzed him as the beast pivoted toward the narrow shaft of luminescence.

The roar, as the scaly monster tossed away the remains of the guard, goaded him to action. Lucero’s heart jumped as he sprung forward. He couldn’t in good conscious let the man die. He slipped from the shadows, drew the large man into the depth of his cloak, and then knocked the small penlight to the ground. After a very brief struggle between them, while the unseeing beast returned to its meal, he waited impatiently. Unfortunately he’d also inhaled the slight musky smell of the other man. He’d been surprised that the stranger had given in so easily, but perhaps he knew of Queen Theria’s ruthless behavior. It wasn’t until the morte’metentis finished its destruction then disappeared into the tree line and he released the man, that he got his first good glance at him.
In the dim light of fire, he made out a face so familiar to him that he almost fell to his knees. Vihaan – the queen’s son!

Want to find out more?  Be sure to visit the rest of the wonderful peeps showing off my cover today…
                     KATE RICHARDS  V.S MORGAN  A PASSION FOR ROMANCE          


So a little about me? Well, I've been writing for nearly as long as I've been able to type. Being dyslexic, my first typing class was a godsend (and yes, my dears it was called typing in those days.) And with the encouragement of my family and a determination to give stories to the voices in my head, I've been writing for the past six years.  Initially I started out with erotic romance, BDSM, and menage under another pen name.  All that changed in early 2013, however.  As an avid reader of M/M erotic romance, I finally decided to take the plunge into writing it myself.  But to keep my readers happy, I have  decided to split my work between two identities. Most of my contemporary erotic romance, BDSM and Menage books will still be written under my Dakota Trace pen name, while almost all of my M/M work will appear under N.D. Wylders. 

When I'm not clacking away at the keyboard, I'm riding herd over my three children,  great-niece and nephews. But if I have the  time... you may find me in the kitchen cooking up something delicious, tinkering around on the computer with cover art, or simply devouring the latest M/M romance book on my e-reader.   

But I'm never too busy to talk to my readers, so feel free to hit me up on Facebook, Twitter or even through my website.  


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