Hooked by the Bell

The cover for Hooked by the Bell by Tanya Chris shows a cartoon pirate with a fairy flying over him

The Feldings and Le Croixs have been neighbors for three generations and enemies for just as long. Now it’s Matt and Harper’s turn to carry on the family feud through a series of escalating pranks that’s sure to get one of them arrested or killed.

When a costume party hookup reveals they might like each other as much as they hate each other, will Matt and Harper continue to fight, or will a case of mistaken identity turn out not to be a mistake at all? Find out in this friends-to-enemies-to-lovers romcom about two men who are ready to go down fighting.

This novellette was previously published in the anthology Fighting Chances.

Publisher: Tanya Chris

He sprinted for home but didn’t make it before a heavy weight slammed into him, driving him down into the grass. His struggle to free himself from an angry tornado of punishing appendages landed him on his back, looking up at a red-faced, sopping-wet Harper who had a knee planted firmly in the middle of his chest.

“You fucker.” Harper reared back like he was about to sock him.

Matt threw his hands up. “Not my face!” He needed his face. He had a costume party to go to Saturday night, and the hostess had promised him there’d be hot guys there.

“You fucking trashed my room. There’s water all over the fucking floor. My mattress is soaked.”

“It was just supposed to be some spray. I didn’t think the screen would pop.”

“You never fucking think.” Harper grabbed his shoulders and jerked them back and forth, so that Matt’s head bounced off the ground a few times.


“You’ll give me a concussion,” he complained through rattling teeth. Thank God Harper kept his lawn so nice and velvety. He wriggled his lower body in an attempt to escape the bruising force of Harper’s knee. Some guys he might like having on top of him riding him like a fucking cowboy, but not Harper Le Croix, not the guy who already knew how hot he was and didn’t need Matt confirming it, which he was about to do unless Harper either killed him or got off him.

Harper gave him a last good thump. “I’m serious this time, Felding. I’m putting in a restraining order. You won’t be able to get within fifty feet of me, and where will that leave you?”

“Fifty feet away from this line.”

Reviews:Adagio wrote:

Tanya Chris delivers on a humorous and original enemies to lovers story. Although often humorous, it delivered on all the feels as well. I loved both Matt and Harper and the secondary character Wendy is perfect. The world building was definitely on point and the storyline kept my interest completely. It’s uniquely done and the ending especially made this a favorite.

Tina on Redzworld wrote:

Matt and Harper are the modern-day Hatfield and McCoy’s of their generation. They have been friends forever, and always their families have fought over a tiny piece of land. No one wants to give in. when Matt and Harper get their family homes will this feud continue? Well, these two reminded me of two kids fighting over the same toy. They were funny as heck. The chemistry makes it pure adult though. They have a lot of underlying tension. Might just be what this feud needs for it to stop. I always say make love, not war.

Deep Under

Cover for Deep Under by Tanya Chris shows the feet of a man kneeling with his wrists cuffed behind his back behind bars

It was a routine traffic stop until the submissive in Jack recognized the Dominant in Maddox. Now Maddox and Jack are walking a dangerous line: on opposite sides of the law by day, on the same side of the bed at night.

Can Maddox trust a man with Jack's past, and does Jack even want him to? One thing's for sure: Jack needs to be punished, and Maddox is just the man to do it.

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“Officer?” McNeil's reaction to having a gun drawn on him put Maddox on even higher alert. McNeil didn't look freaked out. He looked calculating, like all the possibilities of what might happen next were flowing into his head and he was sorting leisurely through them.

“Hands up where I can see them. Now.” He followed procedure to get an armed perp out of a car, then pushed him face down over the hood so that McNeil's hands were visible and far away from the outline of that gun. He yanked up McNeil's shirt and removed the piece.

“You got anything else on you?”

“No, sir.”

“You got a permit for that?”

His suspect hesitated. Maddox expected some long-ass story about how he had a permit only it was at his uncle's cousin's baby mama's condo which was being foreclosed on and . . .


No. No excuses, just no.


“No, sir,” McNeil added, but Maddox had the sense that the word sir had nothing to do respect for his badge. There was a different kind of respect in his voice.

“Hands behind your back.” Maddox didn't think he'd ever had a perp put his hands behind his back so willingly before. He hadn't made it much past the word hands before they were there, crossed over each other, palms turned up to him, waiting.

Fuck. That was—

He snapped the cuffs over McNeil's wrists, then holstered his gun and stepped closer. He kicked McNeil's feet apart without asking him to spread them himself, just got in there between his legs and forced them open wider, then tugged on his hips to move them away from the car so that McNeil's ass jutted out and up.

That was— Fuck.

He started patting McNeil down, trying not to enjoy it as much as he was enjoying it. He should have called for backup by now. This was a man driving around town with an unpermitted gun strapped to his back. This was not one of his toys.

He didn't call for backup.

Reviews:Esther on Amazon wrote:

Love this short but HOT story! Great storyline that is fast paced but flows smoothly. Maddox and Jack are great characters with chemistry that sizzles right off the pages. I really like how Jack is such a strong, in control guy in his everyday life but then gives over control and submits to Maddox in the bedroom. Maddox is great at reading Jack and knowing just what he needs. They have a great combo of BDSM but also loving at times when they are together. Would love to read more about these characters.

Pink on Amazon wrote:

This book was hot, hot, hot. I wish it was longer. I loved Jack and Maddox. I loved that Jack was a take control kind of guy by day, but needed to submit by night. And Jack was the perfect man to do that. I'm glad that their issues were solved and they decided to make a go of a relationship. Thanks Tanya Chris for the little extra read on your website. I loved it. Great read. It is a short story, but you won't be disappointed.

C Lloyd on Amazon wrote:

DEEP UNDER is a quick BDSM M/M that is steamy and has one of my favorite first kisses EVER. When the story first started, I was wary of the power dynamics that would come with the Dom being a cop, but Maddox is suuuuuuch a good guy!!! I love him to pieces. Jack is so great too, and they're both very wonderful together.

Don't miss the bonus scenes:

Back Under - needle play

All the Way Under - sounding

Under Cover - chastity play and orgasm denial


Cover for Aftermath by Tanya Chris features a young man in a leather jacket in front of a NYC cityscape
Part of the Ever After series:

The Ever After series concludes in Aftermath. Tragedy, redemption, love… Ever After

Once upon a time, Casey flirted with a pretty boy at a bar, and that changed everything. Recently released from jail, he’s starting to rebuild without the family who raised him to hate himself. He’s got a new job, a room at his aunt’s, and community service hours at an LGBTQIA community center. But his biggest challenge is figuring out how to live as the one thing his father and brother drilled into him he could never be: a gay man.

Once upon a time, Brooks was a confident Dom with a particular taste for bigger men. But since his run-in with a dangerous homophobe, he’s lost his touch. Big, buff guys are hot but scary, and hurting people isn’t as much fun as it used to be.

Until he meets Casey, the big guy with the problematic past. Casey’s willing to do anything, but does his submission stem from healthy kink or from an unhealthy need to be punished? And is Brooks doling out release or revenge? Two people who share a past as violent as theirs could never fall in love. Unless, somewhere in the aftermath, there’s forgiveness.

Content warning: internalized homophobia, homophobic language, and references to homophobic hate crimes that have occurred in the past

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“Casey.” Brooks waited until Casey glanced up at him. “I’m not shaming you, okay? I’m just saying there’s safer ways of getting that feeling. Assuming you liked the feeling.” He wouldn’t ask if Casey had liked it. It wasn’t his business, and besides, he could guess.

Casey still didn’t say anything, so Brooks stood up. “All right, good talk. If you ever have any questions….”

“You’ve done it?” Casey’s words stopped him just as he was about to escape from the room. Apparently they were going to talk, after all. He shut the door and leaned back against it.

“I don’t choke people. There’s really no way to do that safely. Safer, but never safe. It’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”


“But other stuff?” Casey asked his boots. They were work boots, well-worn and hideous. Huge. Which of course didn’t mean anything.

“I’ve been in the scene since I turned eighteen, so yeah, I’ve done stuff. I could point you to some resources, give you a few links.”

Casey shuffled those large boots of his across the floor. “Which one are you?” he asked with a quick upward glance, curiosity brimming in his eyes. “Are you the one who hits people or the one who gets hit?”

“That’s personal.”

“Oh.” And there went the eyes back to the floor again.

“Fine. I’m a Dom. Does it matter? I’m going to point you to the same resources either way.”

Casey opened his mouth, and Brooks suddenly knew what was about to come out of it.

“No,” he said, before Casey could ask. “Definitely not.”

“Why not?”

For a moment, Brooks was tempted. God, imagine laying into this slab of a man, putting his marks all over him. Or just getting him to kneel. It didn’t even have to be physical. The emotional high of having his enemy kneeling at his feet would carry Brooks for a month.

But, God. No. Enemy. That wasn’t at all what BDSM was about. He couldn’t go into a scene literally wanting to hurt the person subbing for him.

“You said it wasn’t safe,” Casey said, “what I did. So show me safe.”

Reviews:Kris on Joyfully Jay wrote:

I have to say that my biggest worry going into this book was how the author was going to make me believe that these two characters, whose start was terrible when they met for the very first time, could fall in love. But Chris is a master storyteller and in the end, their romance is not only believable, but beautiful. It takes a lot of hard work on both their parts, but that’s perhaps the best part.

KR Phoenix on Books, Tattoos & Tea wrote:

Casey was so broken, to a point he doesn’t even realize how badly. The reality of his upbringing and his internalized homophobia was devastating, confronting and heartbreaking. What he’s been through is touched on and is confronting and saddening. I really enjoyed his overall character development and feel he grew so beautifully into himself as an eventually out and proud gay man. I loved his healing and honest process. His care and buddying friendship with Finn was so wonderful to read and the love and trust he has for Brooks is great to watch unfold.


Cover of Trained by T. M. Chris features the torso of a bloodied gladiator

In the competition to find a husband for Princess Atalanta, Thoros has a certain advantage. He happens to know that he and Atalanta appreciate the same things in a man: an attitude so rebellious it demands to be punished, a spirit so dauntless it can only be tamed by a single master. Yes, Dalin has the hard body and quick mind of a warrior, but Thoros must teach him to meet the hidden challenges in Atalanta’s contests, the ones only he knows are there.

Dalin will do anything to escape the caste he was born into—even marry a woman. If Thoros can help him win Atalanta’s hand, he’ll endure the pain and humiliation of Thoros’s peculiar brand of training, and he’ll pay the price Thoros demands in return from his body and his soul. What Dalin won’t do is admit how much he likes it. He might submit, but he’ll never surrender.

As one competitor after another is eliminated, Dalin’s chances look good. But winning means leaving Thoros’s cottage for Atalanta’s castle, an exchange he’s no longer sure he wants to make. Meanwhile, Thoros is realizing that he’s forged his perfect partner only to give him away. Can two stubborn warriors fight their way to a prize more valuable than a kingdom?

Publisher: T. M. Chris

A file of men wound down from the stands, sturdy men in gladiator garb with military bearing. They filtered through the ranks of contestants, some of whom stood at attention as he did while others slouched in disinterest or fidgeted with nerves.

“When do you think they’ll get to it?” a soft body near Dalin muttered to the man next to him. “Too hot to be standing around in the altogether.”

“I suppose the girl’s got to get a look at the goods,” his companion answered with a sly sideways glance. The soft body had a soft cock, small and hooded by a wrinkled foreskin.

“The girl can come and look for herself then,” the first one said. “I’ll give her a taste of it.” He grabbed his dick and pulled on it in a suggestive manner. His buddy laughed appreciatively.


Dalin remained at attention, not even relaxing his face enough to smile at the thought of how quickly those two would be eliminated. Something told him that the gladiators circling among them were the ones to impress. And that the two soft bodies slouched into disrespectful attitudes were failing at it.

One of the gladiators approached. He cast a dismissive glance at the two jokers who didn’t bother to notice him back before coming to a stop in front of Dalin. Dalin kept his eyes level, holding his breath to keep his chest fully inflated and his abs strong and tight.

His assessor circled him in consideration. A large man with a firm barrel of a chest beneath the leather straps that crossed it, bearded with tightly-shorn dark hair. Dalin couldn’t discern any more than that without allowing his eyes to wander, but he felt the bulk and warmth of the man, felt the weight of his evaluation.

A hand clasped over the swell of Dalin’s right ass cheek. He willed himself into stillness.

“I thought we were competing for a woman,” one of the two men next to him joked with a braying laugh. “Seems this chap has something else in mind.”

Reviews:Macbandit on Amazon wrote:

This author comes up with the most original story ideas. I have her on my watch list and would hate to miss one of her books. Its hard to wait and see what she comes up with next.

Jennifer on Amazon wrote:

I was fascinated by the process Thoros leads Dalin through to prepare him for the competition scenes and the variety of kinks Thoros used. I loved how their relationship changed as they progressed with the training, I was even caught by surprise at a couple of creative twists Chris used! I would highly recommend this!

Anne Shure on Amazon wrote:

I really enjoyed this reimagining of the story of Atalanta as a BDSM tale. Thoros is an exacting, kinky taskmaster, and Dalin is his stubborn, unyielding contestant to train into the kind of submissive consort that will please Atalanta. This is definitely not a romance, but is, in its own way, a love story. The relationship between Thoros and Dalin is difficult to witness at times, especially at the beginning, but it struck all the right notes. And the ending made me tear up. A very satisfying read.

Don't miss the free epilogue, Tribute.

text says You're sewing me? I'm lacing you

It’s Princess Atalanta’s birthday, and Thoros makes Dalin into the perfect gift by sewing him into predicament bondage using corset piercings. But he didn’t intend to actually give Dalin to Atalanta.

Among Heroes

Cover of Among Heroes by Tanya Chris features two men in front of a tropical island backdrop

This disaster of a romcom will have you rooting for the two bad boy wannabees whose solid gold hearts yearn for each other while their rock solid bodies grapple with a different kind of yearning.

If you’re going to fly into the path of an oncoming hurricane, there’s only one man you want as Captain: ex-Air Force pilot, Rook Terzi. But why would you do ever do such a thing in the first place? This definitely isn’t the smartest decision Rook has ever made, as evidenced by an abrupt landing on the wrong side of Coxa de Peru, but being marooned isn’t all bad. In fact, it would be almost paradise if it weren’t for one particular passenger: YouTube personality and alpha-wannabe, Bryce Norris.

Bryce figures he’s the best choice to take charge of this group of survivors. He’s a paid adventurer, after all. Sure, his production manager usually handles the details, but Bryce does his own stunts, and he’s ready to sacrifice his body in any way necessary. Too bad no one’s asking him to play hero, because he’s well-equipped for the job.

When a crew member’s declining health means they can’t wait for rescue any longer, Bryce and Rook need to stop fighting for dominance and start cooperating on a jungle trek towards civilization. Can their rivalry turn to passion beneath a tropical moon?

Content warning: the author knows nothing about flying a plane except what you learn by sitting in one and has made up her own model of aircraft. If you have any aviation expertise, you’ll probably find this book supremely annoying. Otherwise, suspend your disbelief, buckle in, and let’s take off on what’s sure to be a wild ride.

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Rook carried his duffel into the brush to change. He was standing there in nothing but his briefs, debating whether or not to change those out too—since he only had one change of underwear, he probably ought to give these a second day—when noises behind him drew his attention to Bryce thrashing through the foliage like a rampaging elephant.

“Ha! I knew you weren’t wearing any bulky boxers beneath those pants. I’d have seen the lines.”

Rook snatched up the t-shirt Bryce had lent him and covered his groin with it. “Do you mind?”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot you need privacy to use the men’s room.” Bryce unzipped and fished his dick out through his fly.


Men’s room. Well, it was true that the men had been mostly heading in one direction to use the facilities and the women in the other, so this small clearing had become a de facto men’s room. Still, Bryce could’ve given him five minutes to change his clothes rather than barge in here looking him over like he was candy.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to jump your straight ass, fine as it might be in those sweet briefs. You’re not my type.”

“I happen to be gay.” Rook turned a bit, perhaps to intentionally give Bryce a better look at his fine ass. “And the whole group knows who you’re gunning for.”

“Can you blame me? Speaking of fine asses. Hey, hold up. What do you mean you happen to be gay?” Bryce tucked his dick away and zipped back up, leaving Rook to realize that he was still standing there wearing nothing but his briefs and Bryce’s hot eyes.

“I happen to be gay. So much for your gaydar. What makes you think Neil is?”

“Are you kidding? Just look at him. You telling me you wouldn’t do him?”

“Whether or not I’d ‘do him’ as you so eloquently put it has nothing to do with whether or not he’d be interested.”

“Yeah, well, keep off. I was there first.”

“He’s not a piece of property.” He pulled Bryce’s t-shirt on over his head, unaccountably annoyed at Bryce’s focus on Neil. “He can choose the man he wants to be with, and if that’s me, that’s me.”

“I don’t even believe you’re gay. You’d get with Neil just to piss me off.”

That was close enough to the truth that it pulled Rook up a little. “Maybe, maybe not.”

“Prove you’re gay.”

“Prove it how? You want me to kiss you, big guy?” He met Bryce’s eyes tauntingly, and for a moment he thought Bryce would say yes, and that he wouldn’t mind doing it either. Bryce’s upper lip featured a sweet dip in the center, and his lower lip hung plump below it. Around that prettily-matched set of lips, the bristles of his dark blond beard framed his mouth like a target.

Instead of kissing him, Rook grabbed Bryce’s package through his pants and gave it a rough squeeze. “That gay enough for you?”

“Hey. How about some boundaries?”

“Like when you barged in here to watch me change?”

“Barged in here,” Bryce echoed mockingly. “It’s a fucking bush, Rookie, not your private en suite. Now, you gonna put those clothes on or are we going in search of the missing half of the plane with you in your undies? ’Cause I’m not complaining.” Bryce reached around and squeezed his ass.

“I thought we were having boundaries.”

“I thought we weren’t,” Bryce countered before crashing back through the foliage, as loud as he’d come.

Reviews:Dixiecowgirl on Amazon wrote:

Delightful, steamy and fun enemies to lovers romance that will keep you reading all night long. I so enjoyed this story-line because it was so much more than a plane crash and a hot romance. I really liked how the secondary characters played an important role and how the author wove the issue of encroachment of native lands into the plot.

Bryce and Rook kinda collide in this story and there is such a struggle for control. I so enjoyed their journey to get rescue help and the waterfall scene had me laughing out loud.

Jean on Amazon wrote:

A wonderfully paced adventure featuring two testosterone tanks that have you shaking your head and rolling your eyes thinking "men are the pits", but in a good way I assure you!

B. McGrath on Amazon wrote:

The one liners are to die for roflmao. Rook and Bryce's banter is similar to teenage boys with snark, and it kept me chuckling. I loved it. Neil was a big surprise with his comments to Bryce (no spoilers) . This is such a captivating read, and the more I read the more I loved Rook and Bryce as a couple. Heat, suspense, and adventure. I was on the edge of my seat with this great page turner. I loved the ending and epilogue.