Fridays at Ofelia’s | He Wears My Ring by Iyana Jenna


Today, Iyana Jenna is here for an interview and to talk about her new release, He Wears My Ring. Welcome, Jenna.

Thank you so much, Ofelia, for the chance to be a guest on your blog! Here is a little bit about me.

If you had to describe yourself in three words, what would they be?

Wishy-washy, envious, impatient. Hmm, why are they all negative?

Do you prefer to work with a publisher or to self-publish? Why?

With a publisher. It’s rather difficult for me to self-publish especially through Amazon. I don’t know why. It’s like it’s not easy for people from my country, especially about the payment.

What is the hardest part about writing?

I’m a bit slowly in writing. It makes me rather impatient with myself. I wish my ideas can write themselves.

How many plot ideas are just waiting to be written? Do you want to tell us about one?

At least there are three, with two of them partly done. One of the plot ideas is about an alpha and an omega. The alpha is a king and the omega is a nineteen year old who has to quit his study because he has no money.

Here is some information about my new release, He Wears My Ring.

He Wears My Ring

GENRE: Gay Romance
LENGTH: 3,489 words


Declan Everett proposed to his boyfriend and co-actor, Killian Sawyer. They do love each other, but they each also have a best friend. Neither Declan nor Killian has special feelings toward their respective best friends, yet suspicion is always there, like an elephant in the room.

And more, there is another issue Declan keeps from Killian. Will it stay lurking in the darkness?

Wedding rings


“Don’t do that again.”

Lying on his side with his back to Killian, Declan frowned.

“Do what?”

“Don’t you go away like that again to William’s place or anywhere at all.”

Declan felt his spine tighten, his fists balling under the pillow. His voice turned cold when he spoke again.

“Why? What would you do if I did?” His chin was up with defiance though Killian could not see him. But he could feel the other man’s eyes bore into him.

“What would I do, Declan? What would I do? Do you really want to know?” Killian’s voice was thin and razor-sharp and cut into Declan’s heart like a flaming sword, leaving it bleeding. When Declan didn’t answer, he went on. “I would think that you truly want to stay with William, so I would keep it that way.”

Declan could not believe his ears.

“You wouldn’t want me to come back?”

“Hey, you were the one who walked away, Dec. I didn’t ask you.”

For some time there were only sounds of the two men breathing. Then Killian broke the silence.

“Will there be a next time, then?” he asked quietly, shaking Declan’s shoulder gently. “Hey.”

“I never leave people.” Declan sniffled. “People leave me.”


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Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spends her nights mostly dreaming about love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.



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Guest Post | All I’ll Ever See by Nell Iris


Hello everyone. It’s me. Nell. Back again to talk about my new-ish book, All I’ll Ever See. And by new-ish, I mean it’s an expanded, rewritten version of my previously published short freebie All I See, with close to 10k new words added. But before I start blabbering about it, I want to say thank you for having me to our lovely hostess Ofelia  

The idea for the original story, All I See, came from a picture in my Instagram feed: two guys dressed in fancy suits stood facing each other, holding hands, half-hidden between two trees. The what-ifs and whys flooded my brain immediately. Why are they hiding? What if they can’t be out? What if their relationship is a secret from everyone important in their lives?  

Once, I kept a pretty big secret from my friends and family. When I decided to try and make the old dream of being an author come true, only my husband and daughter knew, I told no one else. At first, it was because I was afraid of failure. What if I wasn’t good enough? Putting myself out there through my words was hard enough without the questions that would inevitably come about my writing, that however well-meaning, would be hard to answer. Especially if I failed.  

But after a while, when it turned out I didn’t suck and I’d signed my first contract and published my first story, I still didn’t tell people, because I kind of liked that it was something I did for myself. But even so, it was difficult to hide such a huge part of my life. When I spoke on the phone with my mom, she asked How do you spend your days? every time, since I didn’t have a day job in Malaysia, and she thought I was just being lazy all day long. And I couldn’t tell her that I spent hours and hours every day writing or researching or promoting or doing any of the other things authors need to do. And even if I’d chosen to keep the secret, it was difficult to hide such a significant part of who I was, because as time went past, I started identifying as Nell the Author instead of just regular old Nell. So eventually I needed to share that part of me with the people in my life.  

Kieran’s, one of the MCs in All I’ll Ever See, secret is much bigger. He’s gay in a conservative family that doesn’t approve of homosexuality. So he hides that side of himself from everyone…until that night he can’t stop himself from kissing the man he loves. Risking everything, his job, the relationship with his family. How can he choose between being his true self and his family? How can he deny the love of his life? Will the secret eventually become too big for them, and what happens if it does?  

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The night Kieran bangs on Theo’s door and kisses him changes both their lives forever. Theo has never been in the closet, but Kieran isn’t out and risks losing everything—his inheritance, his relationship with his family—should his parents find out. 

But their feelings for each other can’t be denied, and Theo agrees to keeping their budding relationship a secret. But can their love grow and flourish when hidden away in the dark? Or will it wilt and die before they have a chance to live happily ever after? 

M/M Contemporary / 14 434 words  

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All I'll Ever See by Nell Iris

About Nell 

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bonafide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (Make it so). She loves words, bullet journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving coffee and pastry!) 

Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place. 

Nell is a bisexual Swedish woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and released her first book in 2017. 

Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males.  

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After six, as I’m on my third mug of coffee and putting the cinnamon rolls into the oven to bake, the thump of feet hitting the floor reaches my ears. It’s quickly followed by padding footsteps and the door to the bathroom opening and closing. 
All the muscles in my body freeze up at once, and I forget how to breathe for a second. The moment of truth is here, and I’ll soon have the answers to my questions whether I want them or not. I shiver, not entirely sure if it’s because I’m too hot or cold, and I almost manage to trap my hand in the oven door when I close it. Then I just stand there, having completely forgotten what I was doing. 
A glimpse of my mug from the corner of my eye brings me back to reality. 
I grab it too quickly and hot liquid sloshes over the rim, splashing on my fingers. “Goddammit,” I mutter between clenched teeth, slam down the mug on the countertop — spilling more coffee, of course — then grab a bunch of paper towels and start cleaning up, huffing at my carelessness. 
I’m probably too busy being hard on myself to notice the padding feet approaching the kitchen because I jump at the deep, raspy “Good morning,” behind me, and my heart rate speeds up until it’s hovering in dangerous, heart-attack-inducing territories. 
“Good morning,” I whisper, not turning around, my body tensing as though I’m waiting for a blow. 
This is it. The moment I’ve been fretting over all night, the moment that’ll change my life forever in one way or another. 
Kieran comes closer until I can feel his warmth along my back, making the hairs on my neck stand up and a shiver racing along my spine. 
“May I touch you?” he asks in a rough morning voice. My mouth isn’t cooperating, so I just nod, and his warm hands land on my waist. “Is this okay?” 
I nod again; my words are trapped in my throat and refuse to come out. 
What does this mean? Is he trying to say he meant what he said yesterday? Is he trying to let me down gently? Not knowing is driving me crazy. 
“Breathe.” He steps closer to me, pressing himself against my back, and I drag a stuttering breath into my lungs. 
“Will you please turn around?” 
“Sure,” I say but stay frozen to the spot. He must realize I’m unable to move because he walks us a couple steps back, then slides between me and the counter until we’re finally face to face. 
God, he’s even more beautiful when sleep-rumpled. He has crease marks from the pillow on his cheek, his stubble glitters on his skin, his hair is wild as though he’s stuck his fingers into a wall socket, and his gaze … His gaze is warm and fond and melted, and he doesn’t take his eyes off me even for a second. 
“Oh, Theo, did you even sleep?” His tone is gentle. 
I shake my head as the timer goes off. “Excuse me,” I mumble and slink out of his grip, then take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven. “Are you hungry?” I ask, back turned to him again. “I baked. And there’s coffee.” 
“Do you want me to leave?” 
His question makes me whirl around. “No. Why would you ask that?” 
“Because you don’t want to look at me and you seem … uncomfortable.” 
I shake my head, still not able to string together a complete sentence. 
“I’m sorry I barged in here like this. For kissing and touching you without consent. It was unforgivable and I regret it.” 
His words are a blow to my hopeful heart, and I stumble. “I understand,” I say, then sucking my lower lip into my mouth to stop it from trembling. And I do understand, it’s not like I wasn’t prepared for this scenario. It’s what I’ve been worrying about all night, after all. 
He reaches out to me, movements slow and careful as though he fears I’ll bolt like a skittish animal. I can’t meet his gaze, but I can’t move away either. 
“I don’t think you do,” he says, voice low and soft as he coaxes my lip out from between my teeth. “I regret the way it happened, but I don’t regret finally kissing you.” 


Fridays at Ofelia’s | Electric Candle by Elizabeth Noble


Today, Elizabeth Noble is here to share a little from her story, Electric Candle. Welcome, Elizabeth!


Hello and thank you Ofelia for hosting me today!

I’m Elizabeth Noble and I write in a variety of genres, but paranormal romance and romantic thrillers are the category most of my books fall into. All my books are MM and always have a HEA!

I cowrote a paranormal romance/urban fantasy series, The Sleepless City, with Anne Barwell. I wrote books two and four of the series, Electric Candle and Shifting Chaos.

When Anne and I were planning our series, we knew that all the books would feature soulmates and fated mates as a major plot element throughout the stories.

My pair of soulmates are both vampires. Jonas Forge has been a vampire for nearly 200 years. Blair Turner for less than a decade. They’re driven by nature to soulbond with each other. Soulbonds and fated mates don’t require dating and trying to meet the right person. That’d be great except these two guys barely know each other and one of these men is already in a relationship!

A basic premise of Electric Candle is what happens if fated mates aren’t perfect for each other?

When I was writing this book, I wanted to do something a little different than ‘they meet, and everything is automatically hearts and flowers and love at first sight’ sort of story. I asked myself the question, what happens if fated mates aren’t thrilled with each other? It’s one thing to have preordained feelings of love for another person. It’s quite another to learn to like the person you’re destined to spend the rest of what could be a very long life with.

Forge’s current role in life is as a homicide detective for the town of Boggslake. He not only hunts human criminals but supernatural ones as well. It’s during an investigation that his soulmate, Blair, arrives unannounced in Boggslake. Forge and Blair aren’t complete strangers. Over the years Blair offered Forge, and others, information on their investigations of supernatural criminals. Except Blair and Forge have never met in person, only via a voice connection over the internet. Neither one knows the other is a vampire. The real surprise is learning they’re soulmates!

Of course, they discover the other’s true nature when they meet in person. Forge and Blair are two completely opposite personalities. Blair’s only understanding of what being a vampire means is comes from pop culture. Forge has lived the majority of his two hundred plus years as a vampire. Things are complicated because Forge has been in love with another vampire, a man named Declan, for almost as long. Being soulbonded to another man creates an interesting conflict for everyone involved.

Forge and Blair travel a bumpy, imperfect path to becoming real partners, taking them a step beyond soulmates to friends, as well as lovers. It doesn’t happen overnight and it’s not a painless process, but one that makes them both stronger as individuals and as a soulbonded pair.


No one was there, yet Forge couldn’t shake the feeling he wasn’t alone. He wandered down the beach a few yards. Water splashing against the shore and spraying made him go closer for a better look. The lake’s edge here wasn’t gently sloping sand but a sharp lip of concrete. Hunkering on the ledge, Forge leaned over for a look.  
The wall ran a good half mile in either direction. He could see large spots that were darker than the surrounding area. Forge had read about the secret rooms constructed all along Lake Erie during Prohibition. Illegal booze and guns were stashed in them. One could only access the rooms by going under water. At high tide, many of the outer parts of the rooms were completely submerged. He’d never been in one.  
More than likely he’d have to get wet to justify the expense of divers. Forge was still contemplated getting a dive team in when he heard shouting.  
“Stop. Wait!”  
The voice sounded familiar, but Forge couldn’t place it. That always made him nuts. Turning, he looked up at the top of the stairs. Then he squinted and shook his head. Who belonged to the voice made him stare in a type of horrified wonder, like one looked at a train wreck.  
The fact his cock picked then to persistently remind him of its presence and give a few twitches and throbs didn’t help.  
It was a man, though the horror Forge was feeling might have been less if it’d been a woman. He wore what appeared to be homemade steampunk goggles with dark lenses, a long sleeved black shirt, and black jeans.  
“Sweet mother of God, is that a cape?” Forge muttered and took a few steps forward. “No, stop, don’t—”  
It was too late. The oddly dressed man began to run down the steps—the slippery, wet steps, waving his arms. He’d gone about three steps when his feet slid out from under him and his rear hit the stone stairs. The man yelped, and Forge’s cock gave another twitch. He had the fleeting thought of how disturbing on several levels that was.  
“What the hell?” Forge ran to the bottom of the stairs.  
Bouncing head over heels down the steps, the guy finally flopped to one side and rolled the remainder of the way down, finishing his descent with a hearty splash in the chilly lake water.  
Floundering and shouting, the man slapped the lake’s surface, went under, bobbed up, and spit water out of his mouth, and garbled, “Can’t… swim.”  
Throwing his arms wide, Forge grumbled, “It’s not as if vampires drown.”  
The guy went under, the water churned, but he didn’t come to the surface. Jerking his jacket off and dropping it to the ground, Forge made sure his phone was with the garment.  
“This has got to be a joke. A really bad joke.” Forge ran to the edge and dove in. The only thing that prevented him from ejaculating the second his fingers touched the man was the cold water. He shuddered when he pulled the guy against his chest and wrapped one arm around him, using the other to help propel them to the surface.  
When he got to the concrete edge, he hefted the guy over and onto the ground. Forge hoisted himself out of the water and hit the guy, who looked to be in his twenties, between the shoulder blades to expel lake water.  
A shiver and spark of electricity ran from Forge’s palm and coursed down his spine to settle in his groin.  
This couldn’t be his soulmate. Yet even as he finished that thought, he knew, and there was no denying what his body was telling him. The fool dressed as some superhero wannabe in a really bad outfit was Jonas Forge’s mate for eternity.  
Forge wondered if other vampires would penalize him for killing his soulmate. 



When a vampire finds his soulmate, the bond is forever. It’s love at first sight.

Or is it?

Homicide Detective Jonas Forge has been a vampire for centuries. He’s fought wars, seen life go from the simple colonial days to the modern high-tech world. He’s evolved with the times, adapted to each new era, blended into each new life. The one constant is his best friend, mentor, and lover, Declan. Even though not fated to bond as soulmates, Forge and Declan are happy and settled in their life together.

Until Forge’s real soulmate falls, literally, into his life.

Forge isn’t thrilled with the guy, despite the pheromones attracting them to each other, and the feeling seems mutual. While trying to adjust to his clumsy soulmate and equally awkward feelings, Forge is also on the hunt for a serial-killer witnesses can’t identify who’s leaving a trail of bodies in its wake.

Will the bond Forge is finally forming with his soulmate be destroyed when the hunter becomes the victim?

If you like fated mates who aren’t perfect for each other, a paranormal killer who might not be caught and found families then you’ll love Elizabeth Noble’s Electric Candle.

Author’s note: This book was originally published in 2014 by another publisher. This edition has been revised and re-edited.

Electric Candle by Elizabeth Noble

A found family of supernaturals protects humanity from the stuff of nightmares.

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About Elizabeth Nobel

Elizabeth NobleMystery, action, chills, and thrills spiced with romance and desire. ELIZABETH NOBLE lives by the adage “I can’t not write.” She doesn’t remember a time when she didn’t make up stories and eventually she learned how to put words on a page. Those words turned into books and fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M fiction. A part of every day is spent living in worlds she created that are filled with intrigue and espionage. She has a real love for a good mystery complete with murder and twisty plots as well as all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural.

When she’s not chronicling the adventures of her many characters, Elizabeth is a veterinary nurse living in her native Cleveland, Ohio. She has three grown children and now happily shares her little, brick house with two spunky Cardigan Welsh Corgis and their feline sidekicks. Elizabeth is a fan of baseball, basketball (go Cavs and Guardians) and gardening. She can often be found working in her ‘outside office’ listening to classic rock and plotter her next novel waiting for it to be dark enough to gaze at the stars.

Elizabeth has received a number of amateur writing awards. Since being published, several of her novels have received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards. Jewel Cave was a runner-up in the Gay Mystery/Thriller category in the 2015 Rainbow Awards. Ringed Love was a winner in the Gay Fantasy Romance category of the 2016 Rainbow Awards.

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