Kayleigh Sky

Please welcome Kayleigh Sky with a very interesting article about gender that is definitely worth a read.



Writing M/M romance/fiction can be a minefield when it comes to expectations and prejudices. That being the case, writing with a pseudonym (which I do) can surround you in a cozy, protective bubble in some ways. At least in your daily life you don’t have to deal with comments like – “That’s weird.” Or “That’s porn, right?” Or “Are you gay?” Or the ever popular “That’s interesting.” Which is code for—“You’re a freak, and I’m never talking to you again.”

Some people question the legitimacy of women writing in the M/M romance/fiction category. Others claim that it primarily is a woman’s category. Both writers and readers appear to be predominantly female. I haven’t done any real research into it; it comes up in posts I read here and there, and I don’t want to ruffle any feathers, because this isn’t what this post is about. It’s about labels and social constructs that might as well be made out of bars.

And this is one place where the labels and constructs come in.

Let me start by saying – labels suck. They don’t define as much as confine. Although I happily accept the label of writer!  I think I was born one. Or at least I was born a storyteller. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t view my world through the lens of a story. Make-believe was more vivid and touched a truer place in me than reality ever has. Yet it was also my sign that I ought to hide a few things.

One—I have never identified as entirely—or only—female.

Two—The darkness in me is quite dark—though to me it has always been redeemed by a surprising but welcome hopefulness.

Hiding these two things was easy. I didn’t beat up boys—I just fantasized about beating them up. Even as a child I felt rather neutral about my sex/gender. I was a girl who didn’t feel particularly girlish despite a girlish appearance. But there were expectations. I recall that my father’s response to whatever life goal I was spouting at the moment was to claim his only wish for me was that I be happy as a woman. Happy. As. A. Woman. Even at eight or nine I was flummoxed. What the fuck? Was that different from the way I was currently happy? Was I doing it wrong? What if I didn’t feel like a woman? Clearly, I was destined for unhappiness.

I was a failure. Utterly unable to grasp the concept of gender-appropriate happiness.

Then I grew up. I wrote stories. Not my stories though. For a while I tried to fit in. Undoubtedly there was something wrong with me. Because, the truth is, I have never felt “happy” writing female protagonists or girl/boy love. Chick lit anyone? Nope. No passion for it. I really couldn’t relate. Let me tell you—I express entirely as female—all the girly stuff. Long hair, braids, jewelry, makeup. Even my tattoos are flowers. I’m comfortable with that. But I’m not that way everywhere at every time. I often have no sense of being male or female. Yet, in that fantasy place where I tell the stories of the guys that appear to me? I’m hella jealous because I really, really wanna be one of those guys!

I guess my label would be bi-gender. Or maybe multi-gender. I don’t know. I don’t want to leave out the androgynous part of me. I score really high on the androgynous scale. And this is why labels suck. The minute I pick one, I angst over all the ones I didn’t pick. Am I sure? Am I stuck with this label? Who I am now isn’t really who I once was. What if I change again?

Here’s the truth—I just am. Daily rebelling against the idea that there is anything qualified or carved-in-stone about my happiness, dreams, ideas, identity, etc.

Stumbling onto M/M fiction one day was a godsend to me. Wham! All the windows and doors of my figurative house blew open. Freedom! Here were others like me. The perfect world. Well, the perfect world in fantasy. The perfect real world wouldn’t give a fuck about labels.

Happiness would be happiness.

I could dress like a girl, drift neutrally through my day, and love a boy with the heart of a boy. So could you. No gender police tasering your ass for stepping out of line. Perfect acceptance of who you are in all your plentiful and changeable ways of being.

My book Pretty Human comes out on February 23rd. (You can preorder it now if you’d like.) In it, the main character, Jem, has his own identity crisis. Primarily, Pretty Human is about forgiveness and redemption, but Jem is thrust into a situation in which he has to battle with his own assumptions about himself and decide at great cost what kind of human being he wants to be. Only he can set himself free. Only we can set ourselves free. We have a universe of possibilities to explore. It’s a bloody shame to label ourselves into smaller and smaller boxes.

I hope you go out and buy Pretty Human, and I hope it makes you feel, and that you’re okay with that. (And I’d really love a review if you liked it. ) I write dark but always end in sunshine. We all deserve a happy ending. And I hope that you find yours.



Pretty Human Story Description:

Seeking absolution for his past in a fiery death, a young space force pilot crashes his ship on a desert planet.

When Ellis Ligoria, King of Xol, witnesses a spaceship hurtling to the planet’s surface, he rushes to the scene of the crash and joins the search party for survivors. As night descends, a strange compulsion leads him to the site of an underground city. Here he rescues a badly injured Jem. During his recovery, it is discovered that Jem is part Xolan. Not only that, but he’s a genetically submissive variation called a Xolani. Ellis has no wish to care for a Xolani but cannot resist his desire for Jem. Taking him under his protection, he brings him home to his family.

Desperately wanting this new life, Jem claims to be a solitary Vagabond, a loner without family or home. A man nobody wants or is looking for. Safe for the first time in his memory, Jem has hopes for a happy future. He is falling in love with Ellis and adores his new family. All he wants is to live a quiet life as Ellis’ consort, but as his secrets sink him deeper and deeper into a prison of lies, he knows that he cannot hide his true identity forever. Marrying Ellis is a dream come true, but he’ll never escape the brutal man he is running from.

Soon called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice, Jem must fight to stop a powerful monster bent on revenge.

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The Gazillionaire and the Virgin

Please welcome my guest, the talented Lisabet Sarai.

Sex and Money
By Lisabet Sarai

If you scan the blurbs for recent romance best-sellers, you might come away with the notion that billionaires make the best lovers. Even before FSOG, rich guys were popular fantasy fodder, but the number of obscenely wealthy protagonists has climbed exponentially since. My primary romance publisher, Totally Bound, has a whole series of “billionaire” anthologies – Bound to the Billionaire, Promoted by the Billionaire, Sharing the Billionaire, and so on – and they sell very well. Apparently many readers feel that money is sexy.

I guess I can understand this, at some level. Today’s billionaire plays the same role as the fairytale prince of yesteryear. He can fulfill the heroine’s (or second hero’s) every desire – not just physical desires but material ones. Especially given the worldwide economic downturn, I can see how a hero who could solve your financial problems with a snap of his fingers might be very appealing.

At the same time, I’ve never personally cared whether a lover (or a hero) was wealthy. The whole question seems irrelevant to me (perhaps because I’ve always been able to support myself by my own efforts). The trend seems a bit of throwback to an earlier time when women married mostly for financial security. Furthermore, relationships between a rich individual and someone less financially advantaged are not nearly as easy as some romance novels would have you believe. There are likely to be huge gaps in values and expectations that are bound to take their emotional toll.

I grew up in a middle class environment. I’m a third generation bargain-hunter at Filene’s Basement. (If you don’t know what that is, Google it!) I don’t care what brand of watch I wear, as long as it tells the time. I’d consider spending $500 on a pair of shoes just because they had a designer label to be a ludicrous waste of money. On the other hand, my wealthy brother-in-law, although he’s no billionaire, cares deeply about things like this. They’re part of his self-image. I’m not criticizing him, just highlighting the differences in our perceptions of what is important.

My new romance The Gazillionaire and the Virgin turns the whole money-is-sexy trope on its head. Yes, the book does feature a billionaire—the heroine, Rachel Zelinsky, who is a brilliant Silicon Valley entrepreneur. The hero, Theo Moore, is a professor at a prestigious university, but his impoverished childhood has made him naturally thrifty. He finds Rachel’s ostentatious wealth uninteresting, even offensive. In this book, the billionaire’s bucks are an obstacle to the love relationship. Rachel has to convince Theo that she’s not trying to buy his love, or his cooperation with her business schemes.

Like Theo, I don’t find money to be sexy. I realize I’m probably in the minority.

What do you think?

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Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky is not a woman who lets pleasure interfere with business, but when she meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she can’t resist his geeky appeal. Though Theo’s knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience, he is Rachel’s first true Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart.


Want a taste? Of course you want a taste

On the long cab ride from Greenpoint to the upper West Side, we make out in the back seat like teenagers. Theo’s mouth on mine is hungry and demanding. His hands wander in a slow dance over my breasts and along the curve of my hips, as though he’s caressing me for the first time. He clutches me to his chest, pulls me into his lap, grinds his hardness into my bottom. All the while he continues to steal my breath with his fierce kisses.

I’m on fire. I want his touch on my bare skin, his fingers probing my deepest recesses, but when I try to draw his hand up under my top or between my legs, he slaps mine away. Those slaps only kindle a more ferocious need. By the time we’ve made it back to our suite, I’m practically dissolving, so wet I make squelching sounds when I walk.

Taking my hand, he leads me through the sitting area, with its thirtieth story view of glittering Manhattan, to the palatial bedroom.

“Don’t move,” he orders. “I’m going to undress you.”

He circles behind me to unzip my skirt. The garment slips over my hips to the floor. Next he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my tights and rolls the clingy material down to my ankles. I imagine him using the elastic garment to bind me—it would be well-suited to that task—but he seems intent only on rendering me naked.

“Step out of your shoes. That’s right.” He extricates first one foot and then the other from my hosiery, and tosses the tangled garment away. “Arms over your head,” he commands. In a matter of seconds, my sweater has joined my other clothing on the floor.

He pauses for a moment, apparently to admire me in my state of semi-nudity. My swollen nipples distort the lace of my bra. My sodden panties bunch between my legs. Though I know it’s forbidden, I tense my thighs, seeking some friction to relieve the terrible, pulsing ache between them.

“Be still!” I hope he’ll slap my ass as punishment for my infraction, but there’s only his verbal reprimand.

“Can’t you speed up a bit, Theo?” His fingers brush my back as he unfastens the bra hooks. Electric currents zap my sex. I moan. “I’m desperate for you.”

“That’s good. That’s the way I want you.”



This post is part of my Gazillionaire and Virgin blog tour, running from February 1st to 15th. Leave me a comment on this post, including your email address, and I’ll enter you to win a $50 bookstore gift certificate (first prize) or a print copy of the new book (second prize). Visit all the stops for more chances to win. You’ll find the full list here:


Ebook Buy Links (Print coming soon!)

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

All Romance


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28766414-the-gazillionaire-and-the-virgin


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rainbow snippets strike again

Six sentences of a work in progress. This time from the story Earning His Leathers that has just been accepted by Pride Publishing as part of a not yet named M/M BDSM anthology.

And yes, I have counted the six sentences. They are actually seven.


The man standing in the room was the almost perfect antithesis to what Connor considered his ideal type. He was well above 6 feet and muscled. He sported a crewcut of black hair. His eyes were dark as the night, his features had the chiselled sharpness of outspoken masculinity with a pronounced nose –that looked like it had been broken and badly mended—and a strong jaw. He looked like a streetfighter looking for a brawl, and Connor had no wish whatsoever to have that man as his teacher in kink. Those hands could cause some serious pain during a playful spanking session.

“Meet Stone Carver.”

Go to Rainbow Snippets Facebook Group for more peeks into the minds of  writers at work.


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Rainbow snippets 19/20 dec

I’m working on Earning His Leathers, a short m/m BDSM story intended for an anthology. If everything goes to plan it should be finished within a week or so. (and don’t worry, this is just a very rough piece of writing, I do have an editor who will make sure the final story will be actually readable)

Here is a six sentence snippet as part of the weekly Rainbow Snippets Facebook group event.

“Even if I start living on cheap bread and peanut butter for a year, then I still wouldn’t be able to buy any of this.” Connor hesitated to continue, because if he was honest, it wasn’t just a matter of money. If he wanted, he could put in more hours of work as a bouncer at the clubs he worked whenever he needed cash. He was happy to live soberly, as long as he had a roof over his head, a bed to sleep in and a table and chair to write on. “Call me old-fashioned, but I believe a man should earn his leathers, especially when it’s about something as unique as this. Because clothes are not all you make, is it?”


This weekend Pride Publishing has a Christmas Sale with 20% off all e-books. Mine can be found here.



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A Weekend Unbound tour winner

Congratulations, Give A Rush, you win the $50 gift card of choice.

Many thanks to all those who read the posts and gave their reactions. It’s been fun.

Now, go and read!


A Weekend Unbound is available at Totally Bound, Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, All Romance and other fine places.

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Follow the A Weekend Unbound tour and win a $50 gift card

How much can a Dom ask of his submissive? And how much of himself?
For Derek and Tyler, Dominance and submission have been part of their love right from the first hello. But now Derek wants his submissive to go as deep as he is physically and emotionally able to. During two days and two nights, there are no safety words and very few limits. This is their chance to demonstrate their love for one another through the most extreme scenes they’ve ever played.
There is, however, one rule to trump all others for Tyler—to protect Sir’s most loved possession, even if it means disobedience or going against his own need to submit to his Master without question or complaint.
This weekend will open up levels of their relationship they’ve never dreamed of before.

Like the sound of A Weekend Unbound? Buy it here at Totally Bound.


COMPETITION TIME: S. Dora and A. Moore are also running a competition for the chance to win a $50 gift card of choice. If you are interested please comment below with your reaction to this blog along with your email! If you feel more comfortable not commenting here, please email S. directly at authordora@hotmail.com. The winner will be generated by random.org at the end of the tour.

You might want to note the following dates:

13 October: L.M Somerton

13 October: Tori Carson

15 October: Lisabet Sarai

16 October: Morticia Knight

17 October: A Weekend Unbound goes on general sale, including the print edition

17 October: Article about “Intensity” at ARe cafe

18 October: Interview Totally Bound Blog

19 October: Goodreads feature

20 October: GGR Reviews

21 October: MM Good Book Reviews

22 October: Prism Book Alliance

23 October: Love Bytes

Like the sound of A Weekend Unbound? Buy it here at Totally Bound.


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A Weekend Unbound early download available

How much can a Dom ask of his submissive? And how much of himself?

For Derek and Tyler, Dominance and submission have been part of their love right from the first hello. But now Derek wants his submissive to go as deep as he is physically and emotionally able to. During two days and two nights, there are no safety words and very few limits. This is their chance to demonstrate their love for one another through the most extreme scenes they’ve ever played.

There is, however, one rule to trump all others for Tyler—to protect Sir’s most loved possession, even if it means disobedience or going against his own need to submit to his Master without question or complaint.

This weekend will open up levels of their relationship they’ve never dreamed of before.


A Weekend Unbound by S.Dora and A.Moore is now available for early download or pre-order as print edition at Totally Bound.

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