Batteries Not Included

Don’t Call Me Iron Man!


Hello, I’m ND and I’m here to not only promote, but celebrate both the release of my first ever Beyond Fairytales story and the Christmas Holiday. I’m even giving away a $20 Amazon Gift Card and a copy of the book!

When I got to thinking about a blog tour, I decided I wanted to go with something that celebrates the holiday but isn’t strictly about promo. So here’s what I come up with…over the next six days, you – my dear readers, will get a glimpse of what a good old fashioned Christmas is like to a grown up cybernetic man who’s never experienced it. So pull up a chair, a glass of your favorite holiday drink – whether that be eggnog or apple cider, and enjoy a little holiday fun as Ivan introduces his master and lover to everything that we humans take for granted during the holiday season…

Popcorn and A Satan-spawned Calico

“Remove them.” Lucero barely managed to keep from ripping his mate’s clothing from his fit body. Chilled on the outside from their long trip through a huge tree farm, but burning up with desire, his patience was at an end. He had waited while the nice man had helped Ivan put the tree in the back of the vehicle, even though he could’ve lifted the five hundred pound tree with ease. He had listened to something called Christmas Carols in the radio. He had even waited until they’d managed to get the tree, root ball and all inside of Ivan’s apartment. Now, he wanted his reward. Yards and yards of bare skin that he could touch, fondle, and kiss to his heart’s content.

“Sir?” Ivan, who had been admiring the seven-foot Douglas pine and the wooden tub they’d placed the root ball in, gave him a puzzled look.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “You heard me. The clothing. I want them all off. I’ve been patient long enough.”

Ivan’s chest rose, then fell heavily as he reached for the hem of the dark green sweater that reminded Lucero of the lush, but deadly An’tealan Forest he’d called home for so long. As the offending material cleared Ivan’s head, Lucero forced himself to remain where he was. He was the dominant. He didn’t have to manipulate the insigne trium hanging from Ivan’s left nipple. Nor did he need to tug on the polished silver loops that claimed Ivan as his.

But damned if I don’t want to.

“The rest of it,” he croaked out, his breath coming faster. “I want to see what’s mine.”

“Yes, Sir.” Ivan’s fingers hovered over the button holding up the denim leggings his lover called jeans. “But if I can beg a few more minutes? I need to start the popper and gather the supplies, and the last thing I want to do is burn my dick.”

“Naked. That was our bargain. You will be careful.” He gave the command with utter confidence. His mate lived to please him, just as he lived to care for his man. “The jeans. Remove them.”

Ivan lowered his lapis colored eyes and flicked the button of his jeans open before shoving the leggings down his long muscular legs. Then he kicked free of the pants. As he straightened, Lucero’s lust spiked. Completely nude in the center of his living room with Luci-belle weaving around his ankles, Ivan should’ve looked silly. But the thick erection at the apex of his thighs is what caught and held Lucero’s attention. Especially, as moisture dotted the crown. The man was already leaking for him.

“May I go gather the supplies now, Sir?”

“Slowly. I want to watch you move.”

Ivan bit his lip and obeyed, as Lucero took a deep breath and sank onto the plush couch. Luci-belle, Ivan’s Satan-spawned calico, jumped up on his lap and butted her head against his chest, as Ivan almost slinked from the living room and into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the smell of buttery popcorn drifted into the kitchen. As he ran his hands over Luci-belle’s soft fur, he wondered if his control was strong enough to allow his mate the tradition Ivan insisted he wanted to share with him.

It has to be. This is important to him.

Stay tuned tomorrow for what happens when Ivan rejoins Lucero. Will they string popcorn or will Lucero claim what is his…on Layla Tarar’s blog.   And don’t forget to tell me what kind of decorations you like (homemade or store bought) in the Rafflecopter form (or link) below…you’ll be entered to win a twenty dollar gift card from Amazon and a free copy of Don’t Call Me Iron Man. I’ll be drawing the winner on Dec 21st and announcing the winner on my BLOG.

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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 expects when he drop by his favorite haunt for a few brews is to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listens to the man’s tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he finds 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. Seems simple enough, and a small price to pay to return to his own time. 

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? 


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Find out about Ivan and Lucero’s other holiday experiences…

Dec 15thTL Reeve

Dec 16thKate Richards

Dec 17thLayla Tarar

Dec 18thLouisa Bacio

Dec 19thKerry Adrienne

Dec 20thTara Andrews

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