Pip and the Shadow Daddy

A great warrior and two decades of peace. All unraveled by a pair of sparkly shorts.
Pip
My life was mostly under control. Sort of. Okay, fine, I was working as an exotic dancer at a gay club in a strip mall in San Jose, but that was temporary. I had a plan... vaguely.
Then I fell through a mirror.
Now I'm being interrogated by a seven-foot wall of leather-clad muscle and threatened with a dungeon. Good thing I'm charming, because I was able talk him into a bedroom instead. But he's still intimidating. Very stern.
So stern he might even give me a spanking (here's hoping).
Side note: It was a mistake to tell them I was a twink. That joke did not land. At all.

Aeldryc
Qoksmere is at peace for the first time in centuries, and it is not boring. It's a relief. The borders are quiet, the people are settled, the Queen's elite Grey Guard is left with nothing but inconsequential matters to deal with. This week: a human who appeared out of nowhere, understands nothing, and refuses to be appropriately alarmed about anything.
He says he's a twink, and that he doesn't do magic. But surely there is some magic in him. After all, something is compelling me to protect him, keep him close, and... well, it wouldn't do to mention the other filthy urges I've been having.
I must get to the bottom of this before we're both in too deep.
Pip and the Shadow Daddy is Book 1 of the Twinkpocalypse series, about an ancient magical kingdom scrambling to deal with the repercussions of a magical portal that seems to be leaking twinks. It is a high-heat M/M romance about an irrepressible young man who just hasn't found his place yet, a cranky cinnamon roll warrior with misbehaving magic, and the very kinky fun they get into as they fall head over heels for each other.