My Sexy Saturday – Discordant Lights

When Chaos rules, only the fiercest love survives.

Bright City is growing increasingly discordant. Something dark and treacherous is stalking Rabb and Brant, creating havoc in both of their worlds. The Vampire Council is putting pressure on Brant to become an elder, using Rabb as bait to force him to comply. All the while, Rabb battles deadly fractures in pack alliances and fights his own personal vampire skirmish.

Will the packs fight an internal war to replace Rabb? Will the vampires force Brant to choose sides? War is on the horizon, and it might not only ravage the supes in Bright City, but also devastate the human population living ignorant and helpless among them.


Rabb’s muscles were tight with temper, his eyes bright with it. But the blood running through his veins showed no agitation. The thick, delicious nectar that gave him life surged and pulsed at the whim of his steadily beating heart, an essence so vibrant it made Brant’s fangs drop and ache.

Brant leaned near, sliding a tongue along Rabb’s throat and inhaling his lover’s unique musk—muscular and heady. “I don’t know…” He stepped closer, his mind overwhelmed with sudden lust. His cock hardened, shifting beneath denim. His chest heaved with sudden, rabid need. “I don’t care.” He pressed against Rabb, grinding hard as lust nearly took his mind away. “Fuck me, Rabb. Now.”  Barnes & Noble  All Romance eBooks  Smashwords

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Tuesday Taste – A Hoale Lot of Trouble



Sexy gay construction company owner,  Adam Hoale, sometimes gets more than he bargained for when he flips a house!

Adam Hoale owns a construction company called, predictably, Hoale Construction. When he finds an eye opening surprise in the walls of a house he’s flipping, and a libido flaring surprise standing on the lawn, he’s willing to do the right thing with the surprise in the wall while entertaining dirty thoughts about the surprise on the lawn.

But as the world finds out what he discovered, and his new boy toy seems to be keeping too many secrets to make a relationship a reality, Adam soon realizes he may just get flipped himself if he’s not careful.


The Novel Approach “Strongly Recommends” the Hoale Construction Mystery series! “I really enjoyed these books. They are light, fun, the sex is really hot…”

5 Stars from The Romance Studio: “This is a very good story from beginning to end and I thoroughly enjoyed the read. The author has written this one so well I could have sworn I was part of the story as the characters felt like old friends. They are well drawn in a clever, solid plot that is very inviting. The romantic aspect is charming and realistically written with some mysterious elements also. I really loved this book. The author took a simple theme and made it into something grand. A Hoale Lot of Trouble is the first in a new mystery series. I can’t wait to read what’s coming next.”

4 Stars from The Romance Reviews: “I really enjoyed this quirky, fast paced, mystery story from Declan Sands. … a wonderful well written romp of detective like proportions, steamy in the bedroom/out the bedroom interludes between Adam and Dirk and a seething tide of emotional baggage and secrets that threaten to spill out and endanger everyone involved. I definitely want to read the rest in the series.”


By the time Adam finally got home that night, Walter was sitting cross legged in front of the door and almost ran him over trying to get to the grass to pee. Exhausted, with his mind roiling under the load of worries and problems, Adam just wanted to grab a beer and a hot shower, and hit the sheets.

The beer was easy enough. But as he tipped it and took the first, big swallow of the icy brew, Walter started barking. Walter only barked at people. Mostly people who were in places they shouldn’t be.

Adam hurried to his office and quickly unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out his 38 special. He checked the chamber as he moved quickly to the front door of the office, but by the time he pulled the door open, Walter had stopped barking.

He flung the door open, holding the 38 down by his side, and gasped.

“Hey!”  Dirk stood with one foot on the threshold and one hand resting against the brick of the building’s exterior. He was dressed in fashionably tattered jeans and an oversized Colts sweatshirt. His big feet were covered in loafers, a golden line of skin showing below the hem told Adam he was sans socks.

Dirk had always hated footwear. He liked to tell Adam he had hot feet. Adam completely agreed, in a non foot-fetish kind of way. Everything about Dirk was hot.

“How’d you find me?”

“I went to your old place first and found out you’d sold it.” Dirk lifted an eyebrow in question but didn’t ask.  “I thought I’d just give the office a shot.”

“Yeah. It was stupid to pay rent on two places.” Adam placed the gun on a small table by the door and peered around the frame. “Where’s Walter?”

“Pooping on the plumber’s lawn.”

Adam grinned, giving Dirk a high five. He hated the plumber who owned the business next door.

“So…what did you do with the woman who’s named after a popular, upscale department store?”

Dirk frowned for a moment, then grinned as he realized Adam was referring to Macy, his date from earlier in the evening. “She’s at home, I think. Her home. Though I’m pretty sure she was making plans to go clubbing with friends.”

“Ah. So she knew she was just ‘Distract-o-Date’?”

Dirk laughed easily, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. “Macy’s an old friend. She and I have never dated romantically.”

As if romance was really even an option for Dirk when it came to the boob and clitoris set.

“Ah.” Adam peered around the door again. “What’s taking Walter so long?”

“I think he’s harassing a squirrel.”

“Walter!” A moment later the big dog loped over, slavered a long, tender lick up the denim covering Dirk’s well muscled thigh, and slipped past Adam. The ruffled arch of his long tail slammed against the door frame as he passed.

An awkward moment ensued, during which Adam tried really hard to think of a way to just close the door and not invite Dirk inside.

“Can I come inside?”

Adam caught Dirk’s gaze and held it, terror thumping against his ribs. He knew only too well what would happen if he let Dirk in. “Um. I…ah…I was just going to take a shower…” Oh good lord!

Dirk’s expression brightened. “Perfect. I’m feeling a little dirty myself.” He took a step closer, trying to push Adam backward into the room.

Adam held his position, but Dirk’s chest was so close a deep inhalation would have them touching. His breath danced across Adam’s face, smelling of minty freshness and heated memories. Adam gulped, swayed, his hand came out to touch the doorframe, steadying himself.

Dirk leaned in and swiped his tongue across Adam’s bottom lip. “Mmm, beer.  I could get drunk just kissing you.”

Despite the bad movie line, Adam’s cock pressed against his pants, his balls tightened. Pain throbbed in his chest. He’d been holding his breath. Releasing it slowly, he tried to step away, but Dirk’s hand grabbed his wrist. His arm snaked around Adam’s waist, and suddenly their bodies were pressed tightly and Dirk’s lips crushed his. God help him, Adam’s mouth opened as his hands wrapped around the other man’s shoulders.

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Tuesday Taste – Number 5 Fallic Circle: Apartment 3C: Darrell and Bob

Fallic Circle 1_cvrEnjoy this fun taste of one of my 2014 releases! Apartment 3C: Darrell and Bob – June 2014

Love means never having to say I killed you by mistake!

Residents of a gay apartment complex struggle to find love and harmony in a chaotic environment. Book 1 focuses on Darrell and Bob, residents of Apartment 3C.


“Honey, I’m home.”

Darrell quickly spit toothpaste into the sink and dried his mouth. “Coming.” He grinned as he headed toward the bedroom door. Bob was gonna be so pleased. He pumped his already-hard dick a few times as he walked toward the door and stopped, leaning against the frame.

Bob settled his keys into the dish on the table by the door and scrubbed a hand over his face. Poor baby, Darrel thought. He worked so hard. It was time he had some fun. “Hi, lover.”

Bob’s head came around and a tired smile spread on his face until he spotted Darrell, buck naked, his steely erection wrapped in Bob’s favorite treat. “I made snacks.”

“Is that prosciutto wrapped around your dick?”

Darrel couldn’t help noticing that Bob was less than enthusiastic. “It is. I thought you might be hungry.” Was it Darrel’s imagination or did Bob look like he wanted to cry? Poor dear was just so touched.

“Yummy. Let me just get a shower first, okay?”

Darrell felt his smile droop. “Oh. Sure. You want a beer?”

“No. Just a shower.” Bob moved past him, avoiding his gaze as he hurried toward the bathroom. Darrell frowned, watching the other man start to pull off his clothes. Something was wrong. Darrell had been feeling it for weeks. They’d been so happy together, their lives busy and satisfying and their sex life amazing. And then, one day Bob had come home early from work, depressed and angry, and he’d been cool toward Darrell ever since.

Darrell was really starting to get worried. What if Bob was seeing someone else? Terror wrapped cold fingers around his heart and spurred him to movement. Before he knew what he was doing, Darrell was grabbing Bob around the slim waist and pulling him into a kiss. Bob’s lips were hot, his taste salty, and his breath… Darrell broke the kiss. “You’ve been drinking.”

Bob’s pretty blue eyes shifted away and he reached to turn the shower on. “I stopped for a drink after work. Just one.”

Darrell tried not to panic. He tried not to jump to conclusions. But there was more than beer on Bob’s tongue. Much more. He snapped his lips closed and nodded, watching Bob climb into the shower and stand under the hot water, head down and eyes closed. His hands were clenched at his sides.

Desperate for something to talk about that wasn’t an accusation of infidelity, Darrell leaned against the vanity and pulled a piece of ham off his dick, nibbling it nervously. He’d always eaten too much when he was nervous or upset. He’d been a veritable blimp after his last break up. “So I met our new neighbor today.”

Bob dropped the bar of soap he’d been rubbing over his adorable brown nipples. He bent to pick it up before responding. “Oh?”

“Yeah. If you can believe it he was naked in the hallway, with this enormous chubby.”

Bob’s mouth came open and he scrubbed water off his face. “Seriously?”

Darrell laughed, lifting a hand. “Scout’s honor.”

Bob snorted. “You were never a boy scout, Dare.”

“Okay, juvenile delinquent’s honor then.”

“What the hell was he doing naked in the hallway?”

“I don’t have any idea. But Klein was there and he was fixing the guy’s shower.” Darrell let his eyebrows dance.

Bob snorted again. “Yeah. Right.” He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Darrell handed him a towel. “Thanks. So… I guess Klein is on the roster of the house team?”

“It certainly looks that way. Who would have guessed? Third string though. He must be offering the guy a break in the rent or something.”

Bob shook his head. “It’s the only explanation. Otherwise, what would a young, good-looking guy want with Klein.”

Darrell’s smile fell. “Oh. Did I tell you Stud was good-looking?”

Bob stopped in the middle of drying off and looked at Darrell, something unhappy skittering through his gaze. “You must have, babe. Otherwise how would I know?”

“Right. Yeah.” Darrell laughed. “Of course.”

Bob stepped closer, running a finger over one of Darrell’s nipples. When Darrell shivered with pleasure, the finger started south, taking a tantalizing trail over Darrell’s slightly rounded belly, toward the dancing hard-on between them. The finger stopped and Bob looked up, humor flickering through his gaze. “Where’s my snack?”

Darrell glanced down. All the ham was gone. “Oh, whoops. I guess I nibbled while you showered.”

Bob grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the bed. “You can make it up to me later. Right now, I don’t think I need the snack. I’ve got something even better to taste.”

And just like that, Darrell’s world righted itself. At least for the moment.

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Monday Musings – Is He an Alpha or Just an Ass?


Book 1: Hoale Construction Mysteries

Romance readers love strong men. Arguably the most important aspect of a romance novel is hitting the right note with your hero. Readers want heroes who are alphas. Strength is sexy to most people, which is why soldiers, firemen, and cops are automatically elevated to hero status in romance stories.

So, are you susceptible to the alpha male?

Let’s do a little test. You are a contestant on a couple-matching game show. Through a series of questions, the field of bachelors has been whittled down to 2 men. Both are attractive. Both are clean and well-spoken. However, Bachelor #1 wants to be a house-husband. He promises to cook and clean house, and then rub his lover’s feet when he/she comes home after a long day of work. Bachelor #2, works hard all day conquering his little piece of the world and then comes home to sweep his lover off his/her feet and create mind-blowing sex. He cooks steaks on the grill but not much else, and his idea of cleaning is throwing his sexy, silk boxers into the laundry basket.

Now, I realize the idea of having somebody clean and cook for you is damn tempting. But is that really what you want in a man? I would choose Bachelor #2, because I like the alpha male. I think men were meant to be strong and conquering. And though I definitely believe women can and should be strong and independent, a strong woman deserves a strong man—one who can keep her on her toes (as well as curl those toes when the lights are turned down low #:0).

But when does strong become overbearing? It’s a fine line in romance fiction. One person’s alpha can be another person’s jerk. We want a man who is decisive and knows how to get things done. But we don’t want him telling us what to do or taking decisions away from us. He should be strong enough to know when to let his partner stand tall, while he stands behind him/her in support. He isn’t afraid to let his softer side show, or too politically correct to be strong when necessary. Walking that line can be tricky, both in fiction and in real life. But certain basics must always hold true. An alpha male doesn’t let anybody mess with his friends and loved ones and he’ll fight to the death to protect them. He might make mistakes, but in the end he always does the right thing, even when it’s hard to do. And he might not be rich or famous, but he rocks the bedroom, keeping his lover’s needs foremost in his mind.

An impossible standard for any man to reach? Maybe. Maybe not. But if you don’t have an ideal to shoot for, you might just end up with the ass!

Happy Reading everybody!

Monday Musings – To Angst or not to Angst…

…that appears to be the question in m/m fiction.

I’ve noticed a predominance in contemporary m/m fiction for stories with lots of angst. I’m personally not a great fan of angst. I understand that any good story has some angst in it. Romantic tales are so much more powerful with the inclusion of an anti-happiness theme.  So angst definitely has its place in romance fiction, as it does in real romance. I’m only questioning the levels. More than any other type of romance, m/m fiction is saturated with angst. And, in many cases, these books are very popular.

So it leaves me wondering, does the market inspire all these angsty tomes…or is the demand more organic in nature? There’s no question, gay romance is of a fashion right now. The gay lifestyle is experiencing a wider acceptance than ever before. But like any other concept fighting for acceptance in society, gay romance still bears the scars of that battle. For the human animal, part of healing is tied up in uber-examination of that which wounded us. I think that’s the organic part of how gay romance is portrayed.  As writers, we feel the need to reflect and explore those old wounds. Besides, it can make for great stories.

The market side is less explainable and probably more fickle. Today’s angsty smash hit will most likely be tomorrow’s, “meh” moment. It’s the way of things in the fiction world. But that’s okay. By its very nature, humankind is in a constant state of evolution, each of us evolving at different times in our lives and with different levels of intensity. That’s why fiction can remain popular for decades and even centuries.

And the good news is, like fashion (think bell-bottom pants and tie-die, bleurgh!), if we absolutely hate a current trend we can rest assured that it will pass. And if we love it we know it will come around again!

Happy Reading!