Today I am so pleased to welcome Tanya Chris to Joyfully Jay. Tanya has come to share some excerpts with us from her Ever After series. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!


In celebration of the upcoming release of Aftershock, available for pre-order now with a release date of 8/14/18, the first book in Tanya Chris’s Ever After series will be free from Tuesday, 7/31, to Saturday, 8/4.

Now’s your chance to read the highly popular and recently re-covered Aftercare, in which reluctant Dom Aayan Denir woos his brother’s defense attorney, a widowed submissive named Garrett Hillier.

Then continue the story with Aftershock in which Syed Denir falls in love with Dashiell Giannopoulos, the junior attorney who helped defend him from a murder charge, as the true murderer is brought to justice.


Excerpt from Aftercare

He was prepared to exit the dark interior of Aayan’s very comfortable car with a handshake and a quick goodbye, but Aayan trapped him with no more than a look. He held his breath as Aayan slid closer across the leather seat.

“Your gaydar must be pretty dysfunctional if it didn’t pick up on how attracted I am to you. I knew you were attracted to me. Your reaction was immediate.”

“Yeah, I, uh …” God, articulate much, Garrett? “It would be a bad idea to get involved though. Conflict of interest, and, um …”

Aayan’s hand curling around the back of his neck temporarily cleared his mind.

“So I shouldn’t,” he concluded, as if he’d presented a coherent argument.

“Shouldn’t or won’t?”

“Shouldn’t. I can’t say won’t.”


Aayan didn’t close the distance between them himself; he didn’t even meet Garrett in the middle. He stayed rock still and drew Garrett to him with a force that was irresistible but unhurried, perhaps giving Garrett a chance to say no but only proving that he didn’t want to. Aayan’s lips closed over his firmly, parting and opening them so that their tongues met in a wet tangle.

Garrett inhaled around Aayan’s kiss. His hands clawed blindly forward, seeking Aayan’s shoulders to steady him as his head swam. The wool of Aayan’s sweater was like moss beneath his fingers—too soft and slick to save him. He groped higher until he found the coarser texture of Aayan’s hair. He clung there, inching forward, pressing harder into the kiss, choked whimpers rising up to fill Aayan’s mouth with his need.

Three years. Three years since he’d been so hard, so hungry, since someone had held him so commandingly. Just that single hand to the back of his neck coaxed him to fall deeper into the rich darkness of desire.


Excerpt from Aftershock

Dashiell’s cologne, deep and musky and nothing like the light, floral-scented aftershave Jamie had worn, drifted up, smelling like dark warmth. Dashiell’s curls tickled against his nose. His even breaths moved his chest in a sinuous wave.

Syed felt his cock rise, hard and swift. More than a year, it’d been, since he’d found pleasure in another man’s body. Six months since the last time he’d even tried.

The music wound around them, a Kenny G song, saxophone wailing, sounding like a lover begging. The dance floor was dark and perfect and Dashiell felt right in his arms and when Dashiell tilted his head back to look up at him, he lowered his mouth without thinking.

Dashiell’s mouth was hot and wet, sweet like the champagne he’d been drinking. His lips clung eagerly and his body pressed even closer. Syed could feel him trembling the way he had in the alley that night, a small creature poised for flight, waiting like a stray kitten to see if Syed would kick him or feed him.

Syed took him deeper, feeding him, calling to him. Here kitty, kitty. He hadn’t had a drink yet tonight but he felt intoxicated, a surge of something more than lust rising up in him—that urge to claim, to possess. The intensity startled him enough to have him pulling back.

Dashiell touched his lips with his fingers and peered up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “The last time you kissed me, you threw up.”

“First I threw up, then I kissed you.”

“And then you left.”


About Aftercare

Aayan Denir knows Garrett Hillier was once a high-powered defense attorney, and—thanks to a leaked photograph—he knows Garrett is sexually submissive, which makes him ideally qualified to defend Aayan’s brother from the charge of murdering his sub. Aayan would do anything to protect Syed, even if he doesn’t understand how Syed could hurt someone he loves. He could never hurt Garrett. He only wants to take care of him—love him, serve him, cherish him. And maybe torture him. Just a little.

Garrett probably shouldn’t be dating his client’s brother. Right? And what’s the use in a confirmed sub dating a guy who doesn’t want to be a Dom anyway? The important thing is to get Syed cleared of the discriminatory murder charge he’s facing. Aayan is a distraction. But for the first time in the three lonely years since Garrett’s husband died, he’s feeling hope, ambition, and desire. Can he give up the pain he craves to find the love he needs?

As Syed’s trial date looms, Aayan and Garrett explore what a BDSM relationship means for them, and what they mean to each other.


About Aftershock

Being acquitted of Jamie’s murder won’t bring him back. Syed might be free, but he’s lost his lover and his sub, along with his sense of control, his libido, his friends, and the stomach to inflict the kind of pain Jamie thrived on. Even his high-rise apartment doesn’t suit him anymore.

Dashiell is drawn to the handsome man he represented in court, but he’s promised himself never to get involved with another confident playboy. His next boyfriend—if he can find such a thing—will see him as something more than a backup plan for a better offer. And how could he ever give a man like Syed what he wants anyway?

Dashiell fears the day Syed will ask him to bear more pain than he can handle as Syed struggles to reconcile how he’s coming to feel about Dashiell with how he still feels about Jamie. Can their fledgling relationship survive the discovery that Syed’s new sub might be representing the man who murdered his last sub?

Jamie deserves justice, Dashiell deserves love, and Syed wants to be the one to give both these men exactly what they need.

Content warning: this book includes descriptions of homophobic hate crimes.


Tanya writes in a variety of romantic and erotic genres, being an avid follower of many of these genres herself. Some of her favorites are M/M romance, MFM threesomes, and BDSM with male submissives.

Tanya lives in New England with her boyfriend and her cat and has participated in many of the activities about which she writes, but not all of them. It’s left to the reader to decide which are which.

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