Sensually Wicked Man Love

The thoughts and challenges I come across in being a heterosexual woman, wife and mother who loves to write m/m erotic romances. I'm not gay or male, but the thoughts of two gorgeous, confident men together is my idea of a hot time! I write for others, both men and women, who feel the same.

Monday, March 05, 2018

A Limited Edition Collection of Paranormal & Urban Fantasy Romances
What goes bump in the night? What causes you a fright?
While the answers for each may vary, I promise that these stories will not leave you wary.
From vampires and demons to shifters and creatures that you’d never suspect, this set will leave you breathless in the best possible ways.
So, don’t be afraid. Come, step inside our realm. Allow the mysticism of romance in many shapes and forms fall over you like a veil of sweet, soothing, spine tingling comfort.

We promise… you won’t be sorry.

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Featured Authors
Nicole Morgan – Tamsin Baker – Tracy Goodwin
Lynn Crain – Krista Ames – Lexi Thorne
Laura Baumbach – Viola Estrella – Christine Donovan
Jo Grafford – Jan Springer – Mardi Maxwell
Sadie Carter – Georgia Lyn Hunter – C.I. Black
D. Anne Paris – Laverne Thompson
M. Elliott & T. Eden – Dariel Raye – Tina Donahue

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

New at Mlr Press.

Magical Rescue By Laura Baumbach

A large dose of Christmas shifter magic, and a little Elf love, help Daniel recover from a devastating year.

Christmas is only a few days away. New Year's Eve, with all its terminal finality, would, thankfully, bring an end to Daniel Sherman's traumatic, pain-filled, empty year. Its seem like an appropriate time to bring everything in his world to a close. Spirit broken, Daniel's plan is to enjoy maybe his last holiday in the icy cold of his beloved wilderness. It would be a comfort to end his days wrapped in the peace and solitude of the mountain -- If only he didn't feel like he was being watched, a feeling he'd had since his accident. Maybe adventure wasn't out of his life yet.
ADULT Excerpt:

The house was chilly and dark. One by one, Daniel wandered around the room, turning on the Christmas lights he had hung at the windows on a sudden whim last week. They cast a soft glow in the room.

In the corner of the living room a six-foot blue spruce sat in all its decorated glory. The boughs glistened with glass garland, tinsel, colored lights and ornaments of varying shapes and sizes, most of them gathered from every part of the world Daniel had visited during his travels. All but one.
Nestled in the middle of the tree, was the old elf decoration that had been handed down from generation to generation in his family. When he pressed his mother for the elf's name when he was five, she showed him the tag sewn into the seam that announced his name was Neilman, a very old world family name. His mother insisted the elf had been delivered one Christmas Eve by Santa because no relative or friend would admit to having given it to them. He just appeared one Christmas morning in the tree with a tag with his name on it. As a child, Daniel had felt the ornament was a sign the coming year would be a good one. It was his lucky charm of sorts. He cherished it. It held all the good memories from his life.

Neilman sat on a living room shelf most of the year, but with the coming holiday, he took his rightful place of honor on the tree. His smiling face and cheerful eyes always brought a smile to Daniel's face, even now, when he least felt like it. The elf had been his friend when he was younger, a silent companion he could talk with when life was unsettled. Somehow he could talk to the toy and bare his soul with guilt. The elf knew how to keep a secret and how to listen. Neilman had been better at that than any human man Daniel had ever dated.

Daniel gingerly knelt by the stone hearth, ignoring the ragged pain that erupted in his hip. He worked at getting a fire going with the wood already arranged in the grate with a practiced ease. A stock of firewood was usually kept in the breezeway between the barn and the house so he always had a dry supply, but this was the last of it. A delivery of cut wood had shown up a few days ago, but he had been down the mountain keeping therapist and doctor appointments. He'd have to get out there and restock the breezeway before darkness and the falling snow made it a larger chore, at least enough to get through the next few days. He'd had to pace himself with physical activity these days.

The cabin warmed up steady. It was one open room with only a breakfast bar dividing the efficient, modern kitchen from the cozy, rustic living room. One and only bedroom was on an elevated platform at the far end of the living room; the king-sized bed was piled with fur blankets, and handmade quilts, all designed to ward off the chilly air of the mountain. Oil lamps dotted the large, combined area, for the times when the power was lost, a frequent occurrence, especially with the winter storms. Daniel didn't mind the occasional primitive state of living here. He liked what others called isolation. To him, it was just an extension of being out on the mountain climbing -- peaceful, challenging, and comfortable. There was no stress, no pressure, he could be at peace in the snow country and wilderness he loved so much.

Daniel put away his groceries, then made a cold meal of a sandwich and fruit. Taking his plate to the front picture window, he made himself comfortable at a small table and chair set next to it. He like to eat there and watch the sky. He had a perfect view of the mountainside in the daylight, with its wandering herds of elk and the infrequent wolf or two. At night, the sky filled with twinkling stars by the tens of thousands. This evening he couldn't see anything but billowing dark clouds and falling snow. It fit his mood.

He munched his sandwich, idly playing with a mound of wooden blocks he had left on the table when he had decorated the tree last week. They were faded and worn smooth by generations of little hands. He was pretty sure the small grooves on the 'D' were teeth marks, maybe his own.

The alphabet blocks were red and green, with capital letters on one side and lower case letters on the other. The other four side sides were painted with numbers and animals, all chipped and somewhat faded, but still charming in their 1900's style. They were mismatched sizes, obviously gathered from a couple different antique toy sets, but when arranged just right they spelled out Daniel's first and last name. His father had told him how his mother had insisted they visit every antique shop in three states to find all the right letters. The last six blocks had come from a magical Christmas shop in a Santa Village they had never been able to find a second time. All the blocks had holly berries painted on them as well as the letters and animals, despite being found in different shops. Once they were all collected, his mother had proudly displayed them in his nursery from the day Daniel had come home from the hospital.

Daniel didn't recall that far back, but he knew the blocks had sat on a living room shelf, alongside the smiling elf, year after year, as he grew up, his own room taken over by sports equipment, climbing gear and books. These thirteen shabby, little blocks never failed to evoke cherished memories of his parents, their unending love and support for him. Neither cared their brawny, six-foot-two, loner athlete was gay. If anything, the 'loner' part gave them more pause than anything else. His parents had always told him he had a soulmate waiting for him who could share his life, someone willing to be a part of his Spartan, nature-loving lifestyle. That hadn't actually worked out.

Except in his dreams, since his accident.

A year ago, Christmas Eve, Daniel had suffered a nearly-fatal fall while climbing. Thirty feet up a mountainside, his main locking carabineer failed. He lost his rope as a shower of crumbling rock was loosened by the sudden jarring of his falling body weight. He was unconscious before he hit the ice covered ground. Kayla and Roger had been with him. He woke up briefly in the hospital emergency room, having missed a snow machine ride off the mountain, a helicopter flight to a landing strip, and a short ambulance ride to the snowed-in medical center.

He could still vaguely remember the face of one of the medical personnel that worked on him that day. A handsome young man, slight in build, with dark hair, a brilliant smile, and blue eyes so vibrant they reminded Daniel of captured starlight. He never got the man's name, nor could he remember what the guy had said to him, but he starred in every dream Daniel had since.

Every sensual, steamy, satisfying dream. A dream lover. Now that was practical. Or maybe, an angel waiting for him once this now claustrophobic existence ended. Cheery thought. At least some part of him might find a soulmate. His current lonely existence wasn't doing so well with that subject.
Brushing the crumbs from his fingers, Daniel took his empty plate to the sink. He lingered long enough to peel the skin from a tangerine and discard the skins before stoking the fire and adding a new log. The citrus aroma of the fruit filled the room and mingled with the slightly woodsy scent of the burning logs. The tree elf's smiling face drew Daniel's attention as he stood up, and for the first time, he recognized how much the elf and the hospital guy from his dreams looked alike.

"Must be why I like my dream guy so much. He reminds me of you, my friend." Daniel lifted the elf off the tree branch, rubbing his thumb gently over the red felt body and porcelain, rounded cheek. The paint had faded a bit but the eyes were still brilliant blue. "Just saw him that once, but I kind of wish he was sitting by the tree with us this year. I could use a friend that actually talked back when I rambled."

Slowly eating his fruit segments as he moved around the room, Daniel settle the elf back on his perch and went to his sound system. The gentle flow of nostalgic voices singing Christmas carols filled the silent corners of the room. "Ah, other people's voices," Daniel chided himself. "That's what they sound like!"

He settled down on the worn leather couch, the dull, constant ache in his hip throbbing with the cold, letting him know he had overdone it during therapy this morning. He had been hell bent on proving to himself he could overcome the injuries lingering disabilities, but only succeeded in making himself feel worse. The next few days would be plagued with muscle spasms and pain medications. That was if he actually decided to take any of them. He preferred a glass of wine over narcotics.

"Speaking of wine," Daniel pointed Neilman. "Let's the two of us indulge. Our first holiday toast of the season together."

Daniel poured a glass of wine from a bottle of Riesling he kept in the wine cooler in the kitchen, carrying it with him to the living room. He snagged Neilman off the tree again and propped him up on the coffee table opposite him. Daniel stiffly sat down on the warm leather couch and swung his legs up with painful effort. Sighing, he reclining into a mound of brightly colored pillows, his eyes closed and his lips compressed into a straight line to control the sudden stabbing pain in his left hip and leg.

After a moment, he blinked several times to push back the discomfort, opening his eyes to see straight into Neilman's smiling face. He couldn't help but smile back. Raising his glass, he nodded at the toy.

"Here's to new adventures, my friend, I don't think there are any left on this Earth for me, but maybe in the next world." He saluted the elf with his drink. "I really wish you could be there, Neilman."
Hesitating one briefly, Daniel drank down half his glass in one swallow. Setting the glass down on the table, he poured a prescription bottle of pain medications out, first one then two, then the entire bottle spilled across the coffee table like the rocks that has pelted him off the mountains side. He studied them for a moment then gave the elf in front of him a bleak smile. He downed the other half of the wine, adding, "Not the way good wine should be appreciated, but it's better than popping a handful of pills, right?"

Settling back in the pillows, Daniel let the soft music and the wine flow through him, dulling both his physical pains and the constant empty-ache in his chest. His gaze landed on the little elf patiently sitting on the table beside him. He snuggled down deeper into the pillows and cushions, eyes drifting shut, mumbling, "I must really be tired."

He'd have sworn, the elf just winked at him.
I've finally given in to the fact my eyes have spent too many hours staring at a a monitor, writing for 14 hours a day, over the many years. My Christmas gift to me was a 32 inch monitor. I'm hell bent on getting four releases out in 2018. Hopefully this will make it easier on the old eyes!

1. Spirit Falls
2. Tequila Sunrise
3. Reese Holt #2
4. sequel to Jackson & Nick???
5. Rough Roads #3 in the Rough Series?
6. Isle of Misfit Toys holiday story?
I'm taking part in the 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway on Dec.31st with my new release Magical Rescue.
Check out details here:

Thursday, February 11, 2016

LRC Best of 2015 Award Nominations! I'm in 4 categories!

This is so amazingly gratifying. I'm been away from writing for the last three years running my press but I managed to get a new story out in 2015 and I'm deep into a new series novel.

Amazingly enough, readers still remembered me and, (more importantly!), still enjoy my work. I'm blessed to have them in my life.

I've been nominated in four categories in Love Romance Cafe's Best of 2015 Awards.

Voting begins on 2/16 - 2/20/16. Winners are announced on 2/25/16.
here's the Link to their group:

 I'd appreciate a vote if you enjoy my writing.

I'm nominated for: 
Best Contemporary Story - Jackson & Nick,
Best Series - Wild Fire Storming Love Series featuring Jackson & Nick,
Best Reader's Choice for Best Couple (Jackson & Nick) and
Best Author, which really excites me.

I'm so grateful for the recognition. It makes me want to WRITE MORE., So please VOTE!

Monday, November 02, 2015

Comfortable With Sex in Public

I see all the latest controversy over 'how can straight women write m/m" in the headlines AGAIN.

Feel free to share the link to my blog post at BEYOND ROMANCE where I talk about that subject in details as a straight women who has been writing it for over 15 years.

Comfortable With Sex in Public

Thursday, October 15, 2015

I've been away from writing for a couple of years running MLR Press but I'm back to writing, starting with this short story that is part of the STORMING LOVE:WILD FIRE series. I'm #6 in the series this time around along with T.A. Chase, Talia Carmichael, Devon Rhodes, Megan Slayer and Laurie Terson.

I hope you enjoy it! I'm really looking for honest feedback on it.

Jackson & Nick
Storming Love Wild Fire #6
Author Laura Baumbach
ISBN# MLR-1-02015-0460 (ebook) $4.99
Release Date October 2015
Length: (*) 21,000 words
Heat Rating: Graphic
Categories: Wild Fire
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)



Fireman Jackson Kain and ER physician Dr. Nick Kirby would both like nothing better than to leave behind their high-pressure NY City lives for a just a few days in the peaceful wilds of Northern Ca. Two ordinary men exploring their growing relationship in glorious, undisturbed beauty of nature. Before this trip is over, both men will need all their specialized abilities and training to survive their romantic interlude turned WILD FIRE.


Recuperating from an work-related injury, NY City fireman Jackson Kain convinces new boyfriend Dr. Nicolas Kirby to spend a few days at a secluded California cabin in the woods far away from the hustle and bustle of their stressful worlds.

Nick is a cautious man with protective walls around him that persistent, persuasive Jackson is determined to breakdown, scale or tunnel under. These few days are Jackson's best chance to convince Nick he is sincere and reliable in all things, including matters of the heart. Unfortunately, both men are going to get more opportunities to prove themselves than either bargained for.

What was supposed to be a relaxing break from the world to get to know one another better turns into a struggle for survival, that pits both men against nature and time.


Chapter One
The minute the automatic doors slid open and Jackson Kain stepped through them, he was transported to another world. The air smelled like alcohol, disinfectant, and a faint acidic odor most people couldn't pinpoint. Jackson knew it was the mixed aromas of stomach acid and blood. It always seemed to linger in the halls no matter what time of day it was. He had long ago mentally labeled it 'ode de emergence'. Some might be turned off by it but, to him, and every New York firefighter, it was the scent of help, healing, and hope. Lives were saved here every minute of every day.

Under the sickly, luminescent whiteness of fluorescent lighting, pale gray walls stood in stark contrast to the flashes of bright colored scrubs and white lab coats of the ER staff. They hustled between lines of stretchers parked against the walls or pushed into curtained cubicles, accessing, monitoring, and calming patients according to their degree of need.

Portable X-ray machines trolled by, lumbering ogres that had only one very slow speed. Instrument carts seemed to block Jackson's way every dozen feet or so. With practiced ease, he headed toward the center of the storm. He weaved in and out of the obstacle course, his six foot four frame and broad muscled body exhibiting a grace most people wouldn't guess at. It didn't hurt any that people naturally stepped aside to let him by, most responding to his charming smile and chiseled good looks as much as his size.

He couldn't count the number of times he'd been down these halls over the last ten years for one reason or another, most of them bad. Smoke inhalation, burns, injuries from falling debris, or just checking up on a victim or co-worker. Emergency Rooms were a fact of life for a fireman, especially in a large city. He'd come to think of them as a necessary but unhappy extension of his workplace.

Though as of late, his reasons for visiting made him look forward to the controlled chaos happening around him. The 'reason' was at the center of the chaos, he was sure. The same reason was at the center of his own personal chaos as well.

Self-conscious, he pulled at his right earlobe and ran his hand over his moderately short, black hair, letting the waves of noise roll over him with practiced ease, soaking it in, letting it fuel his determination. Handsome could only get you so far in a relationship, then substance and effort were the key to winning over a new boyfriend. For the first time in his life, Jackson wanted this budding relationship to last and grow into something permanent. And that was challenging as hell. Five alarm fires had nothing on the scorching power of love! He tugged at his earlobe again, but never broke his stride down the hallway.

Rhythmic, beeping machines were occasionally replaced with the anxious buzzing of insistent alarms. Multiple conversations at various levels of volume and intensity hammered at him from all sides with the intermittent groan or cry of pain. All of it was underscored by the thudding, sticky sound of gurney wheels on old linoleum. His pulse matched the rhythmic undercurrent.
Heart pounding in his chest, Jackson felt the familiar adrenaline rush building. He'd been out of the field for six weeks recuperating from a work injury and it was beginning to show. He was ready to get back into action soon. He missed his job.

Soon, but not just yet. He had two more weeks off and he knew what he wanted to do with them.

Jackson pushed the clamor into a subdued murmur surrounding him, just like he did with the roar and heat of a fire. Control your response to the environment and you control the situation. That motto had saved his life too many times to count and now he hoped it would help get his future on track.

Taking a deep breath, Jackson concentrated on slowing his adrenaline response and turned his impressive frame around the next corner, heading toward the central nurse's station. Passing the first cubicle, he was blindsided by a petite, blonde whirlwind. Christie Carlyse, ER nurse and confident to most of the unit staff. He had to grab her by the arms to keep her from falling over after she bounced off his side.

"Hey, there, crazy lady!" He gave her his best grin and winked as he set her on her feet. Christie laughed, squeezed his hand then pushed a strand of blonde hair that had escaped its ponytail back behind her ear. A purple stethoscope hung from her neck, tangled in her name tag lanyard, bright against her navy scrubs. Christie's husband, Jim, was one of Jackson's fellow firefighters and a close friend.

"I knew we would see you tonight." She arched her eyebrows suggestively. A gurney rushed by them and she darted to one side to evade the wheels. "He hasn't taken a break all shift. You are just the thing he needs to steal him away for a few minutes." Her turquoise-blue eyes grew serious. "Twenty minutes, no less. We're getting hammered tonight and he's getting the worst of it." She spun off down the hall then turned back, still speed-walking backward. "And get him to eat something! Find him some of whatever you eat, Mountain Man! He's too thin." Pausing, she leaned forward, lowering her voice just enough to still be heard over the din of the hallway, "If you two ever get to third base, he'll snap like kindling wood!" Her fingers wiggled in the air in his direction then she ducked into the cubicle to her right, disappearing behind a curtain.

Stifling a snicker, Jackson nodded a hello to a passing, eavesdropping orderly. The man's tired face lit up. Jackson was used to having that effect on people and he tried to be mindful of it. Now thirty-two, he'd been blessed with good looks and a towering, muscled body since his teenage years. Most of the time it was a positive attribute but, sometimes, like in matters of the heart, it worked against him. Some people, people who mattered, couldn't believe attractive equaled trustworthy. It was a situation he needed to gain control of and tonight was the start of his plan to do just that.

If he could weave his way through all these bodies.

He moved to one side to let two police officers lead a man in handcuffs to a bench against the far wall. The faint smell of pepper spray trailed after them. He nodded hello to both officers. They each acknowledged him with a jut of the chin or a nod. Emergency services were a small world. Cops, firemen, EMTs, hospital staff, they all inhabited the same world.

Jackson knew all of the staff working tonight. He was friendly with most and socialized with a few of them. Good people. One of the new nurses, Vicky, around twenty-one he guessed, gave him a shy wave from behind a med cart. He rewarded her with a wink that made her blush, giggle, and turn away.

He'd always thought this ER had a higher than normal percentage of pretty nurses. Some good-looking male staff, too. Still, there was only one person he made visits to the ER on his time off to see and it wasn't a nurse, an orderly, or a tech.

He needed to find himself a doctor.

A thirty-two-year-old, dark-haired, deep blue-eyed, outrageously gorgeous, brilliant, dedicated, compassionate, OCD but relationship gun-shy, doctor named Nick Kirby. Just thinking about Nick kicked Jackson's adrenaline response back into high gear. His pulse throbbed in his neck and...a few other places. What could he say? He was a man of action.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Lambda names Mexican Heat one of the 5 top romances of 2010

I wanted to share the intriguing news about MEXICAN HEAT, my romantic suspense novel, a collaboration with Josh Lanyon.
It was a Lambda Finalist in 2010, no it didn’t win, but I’m honored the reviewer like it so much to single it out for one of the Top Five of the year!

Even though Lambda now excludes straight authors from submitting to the Lambda Awards (right after MEXICAN HEAT was named a FINALIST — no correlation that I’m aware of, just saying, and I still see naughty straight female authors submitting to them under their male pen names), I do consider it to be an honor for Dick Smart, the Lambda Romance reviewer/columnist to have given it such a fabulous nod of acceptance and recognition. I do appreciate it and want to acknowledge it.

I’m looking to 2011 to start writing the second one in the series myself (EEK!) spurred on by this and my name AWESOMELY mentioned in ROLLING STONE MAGAZINE last October as “a pioneer of the M/M romance”. That made my year.

And yes, I do have to share the good times and pat myself on the back now and then.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

RWA approves new authors of GBLT romance chapter

A few months ago, I asked fellow authors of GLBT romance to join together with me to look into forming a special interest chapter of the RWA. While RWA has acknowledged this sub-genre of romance, there was never a chapter where authors of this sub-genre could meet to discuss issues and experiences that focused on their writing, promotional needs and publishing issues. Over 100 authors showed up to discuss the possibilities. In the end 39 RWA members formed the Rainbow Romance Writers online special interest provisional chapter of RWA.

I’m very proud to announce that as of today we are no longer provisional but officially part of RWA! Here is the official announcement from chapter president Jade Buchanan:

Rainbow Romance Writers is the newest Special Interest Chapter within the Romance Writers of America. A lot of hard work has gone into setting us up as a chapter, but we are very proud to announce that writers specializing in LGBT romance now have a specific place to network with other career-focused writers and concentrate on our unique needs within the romance genre.

Our goals are:

* to promote excellence in gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender romances
* to help members become published in LGBT romances
* to be an advocate within the industry for our genre
* to be a resource to our members and others on writing and the publishing industry

We currently have 39 wonderful members who represent all different aspects of the LGBT romance genre.

Interested writers can contact us at
if they would like to become members of Rainbow Romance Writers. They can also email me directly at

Here’s a HUGE thank you to everyone involved in making this happen, those in the new chapter and those at RWA who service the interest of the whole romance writing community! KUDOS!