Hello everyone! Today I am so pleased to welcome the lovely Ava March back to Joyfully Jay.  I am a huge fan of Ava’s and loved her newest release, All in with the Duke (which I am reviewing later this week), so I am thrilled she is stopping by to share a great excerpt with us.  She also has a fabulous giveaway going on that you can enter by following the Rafflecopter link below.  

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His eyes snapped open. Turning his head, Tristan glanced to the bedside table, to the clock deliberately angled toward the bed. Focusing on the small numbers on the clock’s face, he forced his mind to do the maths.

Oh, hell.

He nudged Max’s shoulder.

Rubicon would have his hide if he allowed an appointment to exceed the allotted three-hour limit. Overstepping even one rule could lose him his position and leave him without any means to repay his debt to her.

Another nudge, this one harder. “Max, you need to wake up.”

“Why?” he asked, voice a mere rumble, dark lashes still resting against his cheekbones.

“It’s been almost three hours. You need to leave soon.”

Max lifted his head. The mussed hair and bit of moisture at the corner of his mouth countered the stern frown. Just when Tristan was certain Max would refuse to leave, he said, “All right. But give me a moment.”

Tristan nodded.

Max settled against his side. His back lifted on a deep breath, the exhale whooshing across Tristan’s chest. “You’re from the country, correct?”

“Yes. Yorkshire. And how did you know?”

“You sound like you were raised in the country.” Well, yes, there was that. “When did you come to London?”

“A few years ago.” He had been so eager to leave Yorkshire, leave his father’s farm, his older brothers and their cast-off clothes behind, to find someplace where he belonged. Unfortunately, it hadn’t taken him long to realize London did not at all resemble the glittering city of his boyhood dreams.

Something in his tone must have given him away, for Max asked, “Not what you expected?”

“No.” That was putting it mildly.

“I spend a great deal of time in the country myself. Only come to Town when business demands it.” Max lifted up onto his elbows. “You need to wash up. Dried seed can’t be comfortable.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded to the washstand.

Tristan looked down and tilted his head to one side in an effort to mimic Max’s viewpoint. The candlelight caught the dried remnants of his climax splattered across his skin.


“Here,” Max said, holding out a wet cloth.

“Thank you.” Tristan sat up and pushed the tangled mess that was his god-awful hair over his shoulder. After cleaning up, he set the cloth in Max’s outstretched hand.

Max dropped the cloth on the nearby chest of drawers. Rather than turn back to the bed, he pulled open the top drawer. The man had a gorgeous back, all hard muscle and smooth skin. Tristan remained on the bed, resisting the impulse to reach out, to trace the strong line of Max’s spine.

“Interesting,” Max murmured, reaching into the drawer. “I had expected these chests not to contain such mundane things as smallclothes. Appears my expectations were correct.”

Even after two years at the house, Tristan didn’t know every room well enough to know exactly what that particular top drawer contained. Some variety of toys or leather goods, no doubt. Was Max in the mood to play again? After two rounds with Max, his arse begged for a no, but the prospect of being bound for Max’s pleasure…

His breaths stuttered as lust made a valiant attempt to spark anew. And the man had wanted Tristan’s arms over his head while he’d buggered him, during the first time anyway. The hard tone, the commanding presence… He could well imagine Max to be the sort who’d relished in such play. Max would be damned good at it, too. He wouldn’t leave welts on Tristan’s skin, wouldn’t shove him roughly to his knees, wouldn’t make him feel like the lowest of dogs.

As Max turned from the chest, Tristan briefly closed his eyes. Every toy and leather good he’d ever been acquainted with flashed before his mind. Which one would Max select? He opened his eyes.


Excerpt from ALL IN WITH THE DUKE ©2013 by Ava March. All rights reserved.

Author Bio

Ava March is an author of sexy, emotionally intense M/M historical erotic romances. She loves writing in the Regency time period, where proper decorum is of the utmost importance, but where anything can happen behind closed doors. With over fifteen works to her credit, her books have been finalists in the Rainbow Awards and More Than Magic contest, and deemed ‘must-haves’ for Historical M/M romance by RT Book Reviews readers.

To find out more about Ava March, visit her at:

About All In With The Duke

all in with the dukeMax Arrington, the Duke of Pelham, vows to never again let a handsome face blind him to a man’s true intentions. But ten months of celibacy and lonely nights drive him to a decadent brothel, where a beautiful young man arouses his illicit passions as never before.

Tristan Walsh has grown tired of being used for men’s pleasure. But his latest client is different: commanding yet generous, Max makes him feel cared for as well as wanted. Yet Tristan knows he’ll never have the choice to leave the brothel and submit only to Max.

So when Max invites him to be his guest at his country estate, Tristan eagerly agrees to his terms—days to do as he pleases while Max tends to the dukedom, and nights spent together in wicked play. But when the “business arrangement” begins to deepen into something more, Tristan must face the fact that he has no true place in Max’s life—or in Max’s guarded heart…

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