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  All Cocks Stories Box Set (books 1-3) by T.M. Smith

  Set includes…

  Book 1 – Gay for Pay

  Est. Length (53,541 words)

  Book 2 – Fame and Fortune

  Est. Length (47,523 words)

  Book 3 – How to Deal

  Est. Length (47,803 words)

  Copyright © 2016 TTC Publishing

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author and/or publisher, and where permitted by law. Reviewers may quote brief passages for review purposes only. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact TTC Publishing at www.ttcbooksandmore.com or at [email protected]

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  Published January 1st 2016 @TTC Publishing

  Available in E-book only and through Kindle Unlimited

  Est. Length – 352 pages (148,749 words)

  Gay for Pay

  An All Cocks story by T.M. Smith

  Copyright © 2015 TTC Publishing

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author and/or publisher, and where permitted by law. Reviewers may quote brief passages for review purposes only. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact TTC Publishing at www.ttcbooksandmore.com or at [email protected]

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  Published June 2015 @TTC Publishing

  Available in Paperback or E-book

  Est. length: 164 pages (53,541 words)

  Cover art: Jay Aher | Simply Defined Art | http://www.jayscoversbydesign.com/

  Beta readers: AE Via, Zane Kage, Lucien O’Corvi

  and Kimberly Spinney.

  Editing: Hope Vincent

  About Gay for Pay

  An All Cocks Story Book #1

  Christopher Allan Roberts thought he had a promising future; Captain of the football team with the promise of a scholarship to play for Alabama. His high school sweetheart and best friend for as long as he could remember, Amanda, by his side, and the love and support of his family. One night, one mistake changed everything. Chris moves to New York, adrift and alone. A walk one night brings him to the flashing lights, loud music and thrumming bodies at club Berlin. A flyer in the men’s room promises fame and fortune for anyone willing to go on camera and have sex, with another man. Money is money, and how hard could it be, right?

  Christopher Allan Roberts becomes Kris Alen,

  All Cocks’ newest addition, a gay for pay porn star.

  Lincoln Carter is honest with everyone in his life, including his family, about who he is and about his sexual preferences. Linc Larson, the openly bi-sexual gay porn star will do anything with anyone, which pretty much writes his ticket in a versatility charged industry. It’s not his sexuality that interferes with his personal life; it’s his inability to trust.

  What Linc wants right now, more than anything, is the chance to do a scene with All Cocks newest acquisition, Kris Alen. Six foot two with auburn hair, an exquisitely toned body and enough ink on his skin to put Crayola out of business, Kris Alen is sex personified. Linc doesn’t know if it’s the “I want the shiny new toy” aspect that calls to him, or the distant and wounded expression that haunts Kris’s eyes.

  Linc figures out early on that Kris is only working the gay for pay angle that All Cocks brings to his bank account. Can a bi-sexual man with trust issues break down the barriers that Kris has built around himself and help Christopher overcome the painful past he is running from.

  Gay for Pay is a gay for you story about two men that will have to come to terms with the mistakes they made in their past, if they want to stick around and have a chance at a future.

  Many thanks…

  I would like to start by thanking Jordan and Caleb for taking the time to talk to me openly and honestly in Chicago. It was our conversations that gave me a glimpse into the mind of a couple gay porn stars and the lives they lead that inspired this book.

  My very own troublesome threesome…

  Mortie, Adrienne and Crystal. I don’t know what I would do without you guys. Love you, miss you and can’t wait to see you again soon.

  My family and friends for putting up with me during the writing process, with me shutting myself off in my room and ignoring everyone and everything, cancelled plans and trips out of town to promote. Your continued love and support means the world to me!

  My readers...

  You humble me when you pick up one of my books and fall in love with the characters, worlds and storylines I’ve created. Nothing makes me happier than to get a note from a fan that they loved the book they just finished, or asking when the next book will be out.

  Last but definitely not least, all the many bloggers and reviewers that help to promote my work. I think I speak for all Independent Authors when I say Thank you, we would not be where we are without the support of our bloggers, reviewers! {AND readers!!}

  Note: Gay for Pay is a work of Fiction. While there may be names of people, places and things that you have seen or heard before, nothing you are fixing to read is factual.

  Copyright © acknowledgement

  Club Berlin: http://www.bioparty.com/#!berlin-fridays-nyc/cuar

  All Cocks: www.allcocksstories.com

  {all cocks website coming soon}

  Fleshjack: www.fleshjack.com

  University of Alabama: www.rolltide.com

  True Blood: www.hbo.com/true-blood

  HBO: www.hbo.com

  I-pod: www.apple.com/ipod

  I-tunes: www.apple.com

  Calvin Klein: http://www.calvinklein.com/shop/en/ck/underwear

  Diesel Jeans: http://shop.diesel.com/homepage

  Tove Lo: www.tove-lo.com

  Tove Lo/ Talking Body: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzRyxGBGiAE

  J. Geils Band: www.jgeilsband.net

  J. Geils Band/ Centerfold: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqDjMZKf-wg

  Kris Alen is a fictional character, not to be confused with and in no way associated with American Idol Winner Kris Allen:krisallenofficial.com/

  And while they aren’t mentioned in the story, they are the inspiration behind the family that is All Cocks; cockyboys: www.cockyboys.com

  Twitter links for my sinspirations! You should probably be warned these are adult models, clicking on their links is recommended for mature adults only!!

  Jordan Levine: https://twitter.com/IamJordanLevine

  Caleb Strong: https://twitter.com/calebstrongxxx

  Praise for Opposites…

  Is it possible to choose between Love and Loyalty?

  Fast paced and well written, Opposites is the first in a series set far into the future. It challenges currently accepted norms and builds a fictional world where everything has changed. The storyline is complex and expertly developed in a way that draws readers deeper into the plot with each turn of the page. With an impressive cast of supporting characters, Opposites offers readers the chance to experience multiple stories within the story. It engaged my imagination and kept me guessing from the very first page. This series made me a fan for life and has put T.M. Smith on my list of must-read authors!

  ~ Carly, Carly’s Book Reviews

  Praise for The Library…

  The Library is a lovely compilation of three scenes from a great story and lets us in behind the scenes and fills us in on some stuff we may have misse
d or wondered about. And I must say wow they are smoking hot. I will never think of ice-cream the same again.

  ~ Cat, MM Good Book Reviews

  Praise for Appearances…

  TM Smith delivered a beautiful book-two where she writes the story of Tanis and Raven, one of my favorite pairings. Their story will keep you riveted page after page and your heart pounding for more. You won't be able to put the book down for a second. What I loved about these guys is that there is an amazing connection from the very start and no denying their passion, desire and love for each other.

  ~ Paul, Gay Media Reviews

  Praise for The Cellar…

  Great addition to this series!

  I’ve been a fan of this series since I first read Opposites, and I was really excited for this book because of one simple fact. I just HAD to know what happened in the cellar! It’s hinted at in the other books, but to actually find out what had happened, was awesome.

  I do think that this was a great addition to the series, and it keeps you wanting for more of the world that Ms. Smith has created!

  ~ Crystal, Crystal’s Many Reviewers

  ~ Dedication ~

  For my parents…

  You have taught me that love is unconditional, unwavering and illogical; as it should be. I wouldn’t be the woman, the mother, the sister, the friend, the person that I am today without your unconditional love, your unwavering support, and your sometimes illogical views on life and I will forever be thankful.

  Love is Love. It knows no boundaries, sees no color, gender or religion, it simply… is.

  TM Smith

  ~ Prologue ~

  January 2010

  Chris closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch, the pulsing base of the music blasting from the stereo thrummed in his ears. A loud screech that fell off into a laugh drew him out of his semi-comatose stasis, a girl ran through the living room with a guy hot on her heels, her shirt soaked through with the beer that had obviously just been dumped on her.

  Chris laughed out loud with his friends at the sight as Amanda flung herself into his lap. They’d won the state finals and the scouts at the game assured Chris’s scholarship to Alabama in the fall. Roll Tide! The party finally started to dwindle around four in the morning, Chris stumbled toward his truck with Amanda wrapped around him, their friend Michael trailing behind, trying to convince them to stay.

  “Chris, seriously, you’ve had way too much to drink. There is plenty of room here, just crash on the couch for a few hours then drive home,” Michael protested.

  Chris waved him off as he opened the passenger door to his truck and poured Amanda in, buckling her seat belt. One hand on the belt, the other flailing in the air, “Nah Mikey, I’m fine, I have a high constitution and the alcohol just burns right off.”

  Michael glared at his friend from his place on the sidewalk as he wrapped his arms across his chest, cocking one hip. “Seriously!” Chris yelled, as he walked back around the truck and climbed into the driver’s seat, “I’m good!”

  He cranked the truck and jerked it into drive, Michael rolled his eyes as he turned and walked back up the sidewalk into the house. “Later dude!” Chris shouted through the open window as he gunned it and jerked the truck out of the driveway.

  He set the cruise control at sixty and turned the radio up to all but blaring, both windows down as he hit the highway headed toward Amanda’s house. Looking to his right he thought about how beautiful she looked just then, asleep and oblivious, a little line of drool pooling in the corner of her mouth. With one hand on the steering wheel, he grasped Amanda’s hand with the other.

  The blaring music, the wind rolling in through the open windows, even the warmth from Amanda’s tiny fingers wrapped through his own couldn’t keep Chris from starting to nod off, and before he even realized what was happening, there was a blinding light as he came around a steep hill. The crescendo was the unmistakable sound of metal on metal as Chris’s truck was crushed under the tires of the eighteen wheeler he didn’t even see coming, because his eyes were closed.

  ~ Chapter 1 | Life, as he knows it ~

  January 2015

  It was an unusually cold winter in New York this year, one for the record books. Blizzard-like storms had shut down roads, airports and schools alike. Chris wove his way through the crowded sidewalks that were busting at the seams with tourists, all but blind and numb. He didn’t want to spend another night flipping through channels, listless, tossing and turning on Michael’s couch. Braving the artic temperatures and the crowded New York streets seemed like a far better option when he left the house, leaving his best friend and his boyfriend alone for the night, instead of being the constant third wheel.

  Chris kept his head down, his eyes only scanning his surroundings, making sure he didn’t bump into anyone or worse, walk into a street sign. He chuckled at the thought, he’d seen the video on TV a while back of a famous rapper walking right into a street sign while trying to avoid the paparazzi. Chris didn’t much care for the guy anyway, always rude to his fans and generally everyone around him, he thought it was karma and was certain even the street sign laughed that day.

  Karma. That thought stopped him in his tracks. Chris tried hard not to think about the accident five years ago, the accident that took Amanda from him and alienated him from damn near everyone in his life. He lost his girlfriend, his family, most of his friends and his football scholarship in one fail swoop. The only person that stood by him through it all was his best friend, Michael.

  Waking up in the hospital alone because no one you knew could bear to be in the same room with you. The trial that not only tore apart Chris’s once close knit family, but rocked their small Alabama town. Losing his dream of playing football for the NFL, partly because of his poor decision making abilities, and partly because of the permanent injury to his spine in the accident. While he remembered every event with striking clarity, nothing tore at his soul more than what he did to Amanda.

  Michael and his boyfriend Max were the only shining light in Chris’s otherwise dark life. Michael left for college in New York not long after the trial, and convinced Chris to come with him. Chris quickly agreed knowing there was nothing left for him in Alabama. Truth be told, he didn’t really feel like he belonged anywhere, still convinced his life should have ended the night he killed his girlfriend. Michael was his strength, the brother he never had, and he helped Chris find some semblance of a life in New York.

  Chris was pulled out of the misery of his memories by the loud music shaking the windows of the building he was passing. Looking up, he was drawn closer to the building by the bright lights that flashed and matched the beat of the bass perfectly. The closer Chris got to the doors the louder the music got, and the lights were almost blinding. Oddly, once he entered the building the music became hypnotic, and the darkness would have enveloped the large space within if not for the pulsating light show coming from the middle of the room.

  Slowly circling the room, he took in his surroundings. There were different sized cages circling the lights and the DJ in the middle of the room, cages that held nearly naked men in various stages of undress. They were dancing, kissing, groping and in one cage, Chris was certain they were fucking. As he came around behind the center stage he saw there were several chairs and couches lined up against a back wall, and there was a man between another man’s legs, head bobbing up and down keeping time with the beat of the music.

  He stood frozen in place for a minute, staring at what was obviously a man giving another man head, right there out in the open. He wasn’t staring out of disgust, more disbelief. How was it, these men were so brazenly open about what they were doing, and the place wasn’t swarming with cops? And how was it Chris lived just a few miles away and had never noticed this place before. Michael and Max would be in heaven here, he thought.

  Making his way over to where he saw a bar set up, Chris ordered a rum and coke then turned and leaned back against the bar, just watching and taki
ng it all in.

  “Well hello there gorgeous! Haven’t seen you round these parts before.” A petite blonde had walked up to the bar next to Chris and was eyeing him like Chris usually eyed a steak.

  Chris laughed out loud, “So gay men’s pick up lines are just as bad as us straight guys eh?” Chris smiled at the smaller man.

  Chris thought he may have offended the little guy for a minute, but then he threw his head back and barked out a high pitched laugh, then straightened and smacked Chris harder than he would have thought possible on his much larger bicep. He mock flinched, “Ouch!” and grabbed his arm, still smiling though.

  The little guy shoved his hand toward Chris’s chest and he took it before shaking. “Name’s Colby, and who says I’m gay?” he winked at Chris before turning toward the bar and ordering a Cosmo.

  “That right there little man… that says you’re gay.” Chris laughed.