Yes. He's Available.

Now on sale at Aspen Mountain Press.

Ho! Ho! Ho! It's Mistletoe! (at midnight)

This might be my favorite LB Gregg cover ever. Don't you LOVE it? Yes. You do!

December 6th from Carina Press!

$2.99!

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!

The Anthology

Also available Dec 6th (although for slightly more than $2.99) $9.99!

Spicing Up the Season

Hope brightens a bleak Edinburgh December. A man gets a second chance with his high school crush. A decade-long game of cat and mouse comes to a passionate conclusion. And Santa Claus drives a red muscle car. Heat up your holidays with this collection of four festive tales from some of the top talent in the male/male genre.


Anthology includes:
Mistletoe at Midnight by LB Gregg (THAT'S ME!)
Nine Lights Over Edinburgh by Harper Fox
I Heard Him Exclaim by Z.A. Maxfield
Icecapade by Josh Lanyon

Stories also available for purchase separately.

Psyched? I am! And isn't that cover the second cutest thing? YES IT IS.

Yes. I'm a blogger.

Why do you ask? Could it be that I haven't blogged in two weeks?

It's going to be a busy blogging few days, so try to keep up! Today, Kris'n'goodbooks has an LB Gregg inspired Who's Who game to play. Pop by and see if you can make sense of it.

I'm blogging tomorrow, Friday, Saturday AND Tuesday in and around blogland. Crazy? Nope. Book release time! Check back daily to see where the heck I'm hiding myself.

LB

Win an ARC of Dudleytown

YOU COULD WIN an ARC of my upcoming release, Dudleytown. Awesome, right?

All you have to do is pop by my Facebook page and direct message me! One winner will be chosen by midnight tomorrow-- Sunday, Oct 17th.

Have a great weekend everyone!

LB

Celebrate

Gay Writes at Dear Author

In celebration of National Coming Out Day Dear Author will giveaway over 125 free books. Stop by and leave a comment between Monday Oct 11 and Friday Oct 15 . Among the truly fabulous prizes? A copy of Romano and Albright Catch Me If You Can AND an ARC of Trust Me If You Dare.

Check it out and Happy National Coming Out Day!

P.S. Thanks Sarah F for all your fabulous work.

Sneak Peek Dudleytown

Coming Oct 29th from Aspen Mountain Press

Exciting Excerpt from Dudleytown!

Shannon raked his fingers through his hair again. “Where the hell did he go? How could he get this far ahead of us?

“Maybe he’s behind us.” I cupped my mouth and hollered, “Ricky!” and just as quickly, regretted screaming into the bleak emptiness of the mountains. Something just felt wrong here. Something that kept the two of us quiet. My big voice carried on the wind and it only made us more desperately alone.

A twig snapped and I smacked Shannon in the shoulder. “Quit freaking me out.”

“Quit being so jumpy.” Shannon checked the ground like an Indian scout and pointed. “He went this way.”

Naturally, Ricky had chosen the grassy trail that disappeared into a tunnel of trees and rocks. I expected to see a line of breadcrumbs, but all I got was a few chunks of deer shit and some footprints. “Great. Of course, how do you know that’s from Ricky’s sneakers and not someone else’s?”

“I don’t. Maybe it’s one of those escaped convicts.”

The flashlight blinked out and I choked. “Knock it off, Shannon. You’re not funny.”

“Are you kidding me?” Shannon banged the flashlight against his hand. The light sputtered and then failed altogether. My hands went from adrenaline-numb to ice cold as Shannon fumed beside me. “Can you believe this shit?”

“Yes. I can believe anything right now. I can believe in the tooth fairy at this point. I even believe that you packed extra batteries.” My voice cracked as night swallowed the air.

“These are my extra batteries.”

My shoulder ached as if the temperature dropped another five degrees. I slid my backpack off, found my nuts and glared at the spot where Shannon should be. I willed the flashlight to work. Work. Work. When that failed, I let my eyes adjust to the gloom. “You’re always so prepared—"

His heavy hand landed on my sore shoulder.

“Ow.”

“Shhh. Be still. Do you hear that?” Shannon yanked me against his chest. I was too surprised to do anything but dangle there until he led me into the thicket by the hand. He pulled me behind him close enough that my groin snuggled his ass with every step.

Except for the backpacks knocking me in the face, and the blood on my hands…in any other circumstance, this would have been a dream come true.

Oh, fuck it. This was a dream come true. We were reenacting a moment straight from one of my favorite porno flick Boys & Bears.

Yes. This was absolutely the worst time to think about sex, but his calloused fingers gripped my wrist and he dragged me into the underbrush and holy shit, his firm ass wiggled against my firming crotch. I got hard—I wasn’t proud of it. My dick stiffened like a good not-so-little soldier as his hips kissed my groin and, once we stopped, his lips brushed my ear. “Shhh.”

Torture. Absolute fucking torture.

I closed my eyes and stifled a moan. In that movie, the big guy, Duke, had fucked his little camping buddy against a sturdy tree trunk while owls hooted and coyotes howled in the distance. Naturally, they’d remembered to bring lube and condoms, and through good lighting and amazing balance they’d shucked their clothes (except somehow they’d left their boots on) and screwed as furiously as animals against the rough bark of a towering oak. Or maple. And no one had gotten a splinter in the ass.

Even so, I had tweezers...

But that wasn’t on the program for this evening—so I got a grip.

We had a minor skirmish over who was shielding who. We could have alerted the mayor two towns north of here with the ruckus we made getting ourselves hidden behind our own sturdy tree trunk, until Shannon finally wriggled behind me—his crotch ground into my ass. He clapped onto my biceps with his strong hands. “Stay put, Allie.”

How could he be oblivious to the sexual nature of our position? I mean, really? He was on top of me, holding me and speaking in that rumbly voice. The way he said my name…Allie…it was like sex talk. It was all I could do not to slide my hands around his hips and drag him against me.

Our bags lay in the dirt, and I focused on staying alert and useful instead of being mind-blowingly turned on. The minutes slogged by, but the night sounds were a great distraction. Chirps, ticks, snaps and crackles. Wild animals. Wings. The wind blew endlessly through the treetops and pine cones landed in the dirt like shrapnel. Shannon’s breath waxed and waned, fluttering into my hair. My heart beat…heartily…and his chest pressed the full length of my back.

Frankly, he was a little closer than he needed to be.

Copyright © 2010 LB Gregg

Hope Will Never Be Silent*

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It gets better. It does.

~LB

*Harvey Milk