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Tuesday Teasers with guest author Zane Adams!

Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author Zane Adams joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of Zane Adams’ books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of Zane’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to me,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… This week, Sara has graciously offered a copy of any book off her backlist to one lucky winner!

Here’s a little bit about Zane Adams:

Zane Adams lives in the United States and writes sexy stories that push the boundaries. You can connect with him on Facebook.

HERE’s the snippet:

“You can touch me,” he whispered.

Maybe it was because this was the first blond guy I’d seen in months, or his sweet smile, I was rendered dumb. He took my hand and placed it on his hip. I shivered at the soft slide of his skin against my fingers. He pushed me until I ran into a couch. I stopped, and when he put pressure on my shoulder, I dropped to the seat.

He moved between my legs and leaned in close. “I’m ****, by the way, but I dance as ^^^^.”

I heard the words he said, but they didn’t really register. **** smiled down at me like I was a pet. He had a look on his face that made me think he considered me too simple to be any type of threat. Really, I kind of was too simple. The beautifully smooth flesh stretched out above me was more magical than anything I’d ever seen. I’d dreamt of a guy like this, but not having anyone to touch had left me crazy with need.

**** started moving, grinding his hips, swaying, and dipping close, his dick rubbing against my jeans right where my stiff cock throbbed. At first he was soft with his moves, barely grazing my body as he danced. I watched the way his hips gyrated, memorizing the curves and hollows of his body with my fingers, but my gaze kept straying back to his main attraction, a gorgeously thick cock that I wanted in my hands. In less than a minute, he was rock hard, long, and magnificent. The head was flat and glistening with precum. A thick vein ran along the top then curved to the left. I imagined how my hand would feel around his dick, my fingers barely touching as I stroked him slowly. His balls were hairless, and I wondered what his taint looked like. I wanted to slide my tongue over his sac, searching for all of his sensitive spots.

I glanced up and caught his gaze. He gulped in air at the same time I did. I hadn’t expected to see heat reflected in his eyes. Sure, I’d been without a man for a long time, almost any guy would get me to this state. Well, not any, but I was a primed pump. We were both breathing hard, and my hands cupped his ass, pulling him close. There was no resistance. **** angled his head and brushed his lips over mine. That kiss was the beginning of the end.

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Thanks for joining us, Zane!

If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email ZAM at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com with your guess!

Tuesday Teasers with guest author Sara York!

Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author Sara York  joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of Sara York’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of Sara’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to me,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… This week, Sara has graciously offered a copy of any book off her backlist to one lucky winner!

Here’s a little bit about Sara York:

Writing is Sara York’s life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can’t help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning. Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun.

Visit Sara York at her Blog or Website.

HERE’s the snippet:

“I can’t help thinking sexual thoughts when I’m with you. I’ll try to behave, but honestly, you’re so fucking sexy. This morning, all I could think about was kissing you again.”

“Why don’t you?”

One side of XXX’s lips curved up and his eyes narrowed. “When you least expect it, I’m going to steal another kiss. I liked seeing you surprised.”

XXX stepped away, moving to the other side of the bar. YYY breathed in deep before handing XXX the cake top he’d cut off earlier when he’d leveled the rounds.

“Here’s a fork. Be honest. I need to know if people would like it enough to pay. It’s an older recipe and the ingredients today are just a bit different.”

“I’ll be honest.”

XXX cut off a bit with his fork and looked at the cake before putting it in his mouth. He closed his eyes and chewed slowly. Then he stopped moving his mouth and was still for a long time. The anticipation was killing YYY and he wanted to shake XXX, forcing him to talk. Finally, XXX opened his eyes and smiled.

“You look worried.”

“I am. I really need the cake to be special.”

“Babe, it’s magnificent. I haven’t tasted a cake this good in ages. It reminds me of the cakes my grandmother made.”

“Perfect.” YYY grabbed a fork and tried to get some off the plate in front of XXX, but he pulled the treat away and shook his head.

“Hey, can’t I have some?” YYY asked.

“There’s a piece over there on that plate. It’s smaller but you can make this again.”

“Fine, I’ll let you have that, but next time I get the bigger piece.”

They both laughed and XXX took another bite. YYY picked up his plate and sniffed before taking a bite. He moaned and let the delicious cake melt on his tongue.

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Thanks for joining us, Sara!

If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email ZAM at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com with your guess!

A Heart For Robbie

J.P. Barnaby’s book A Heart For Robbie will soon be available at Dreamspinner Press. I am very pleased to participate in a cover reveal for this very special story.

Blurb – Waiting for someone else’s child to die so yours can live is the worst kind of Hell.

Celebrated Young Adult author Julian Holmes pits the heroic characters in his Black Heart series against all different kinds of monsters. But when a critical heart defect threatens his son’s life, he finds he has no champion. No amount of books, classes, or practice can prepare Julian for the fight to save his beautiful son’s life.

Suddenly there are hospitals, transplant lists, and the nightmare of insurance red tape to navigate. In the midst of his trouble, Julian meets Simon Phelps, the insurance coordinator for Robbie’s case. Simon lives so deep in the closet he might never find his way out, but he dreams of exactly what Julian has. Then one night, drunken need and desperation brings them together, and a new fight begins.

Available 11 July, 2014 at Dreamspinner press: HERE

 

Tuesday Teaser with guest author Cynnara Tregarth

Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author Cynnara Tregarth  joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of Cynnara Tregarth’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of Cynnara’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to me,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… This week, Cynnara has graciously offered an ebook copy of her book, Pirate Queen’s Rebellion, and a $10 Amazon gift card!

Here’s a little bit about Cynnara Tregarth:

Currently living in the state that resembles one of her favourite male body parts,(otherwise known as Florida), Cynnara Tregarth learned early how to read, write and entertain. Due to her mother, Cynnara spent way too much on books, but then again, it sent her on the quest for immortality. (She’s still looking for that.) Early in 2003, she found that route by getting her books published. Since then, she’s learned even more about love, life, sexuality, and how to annoy gods, goddesses, and siblings of all kinds. After her mom’s death in 2008, she spent time taking care of her health and relearning her craft. Now, in 2012, she’s expanding herself beyond romance into both nonfiction and mysteries. She’s not sure where it will lead, Cynnara is excited about turning the corner and allowing her life to be led to the fullest both professionally and personally.

HERE’s the snippet:

***** checked both her pirating and scientific schedules. If she notified ******* ahead of time, there shouldn’t be issues with food, rooms, or entertainment. In fact, entertainment might be one way to see into this overseer better. She typed a quick message into her console. A reply came almost instantly. “I see no problem. Master *******, let me officially extend an overnight invitation to the overseer. If we talk into the night, he won’t need to worry about leaving at a late hour. My staff will prepare a room for him.” ***** thought for a moment. “How many support staff will the overseer bring with him? Will he need a room for his fiancée as well?”

“He doesn’t like burdening a colonist such as you, Lady *****. He’ll bring a small support staff including the ship’s officers and myself.” Mr. ******* paused. A mechanical clicking could be heard over the open transmission. “I’m unsure about his fiancée, though I doubt she’ll want to travel after her ordeal. When I get a firm answer, I’ll notify your staff.”

“That’s fine, Master *******. I wouldn’t worry too much about inconveniencing us. We’re scientists; we’re used to unusual hours and people arriving in the dead of night.” She hesitated. “I’ve had some dealings with the pirate queen. Dealings that make me wonder if there might be a reason for her actions.”

“You’ve…you’ve spoken to the pirate queen? How come you haven’t reported this before?” His voice squeaked with shock.

***** smiled broadly. Score one for me! This was definitely going her way. Sometimes the gods of the universe were kind.

Adjusting her position in the chair, she answered, “I met the pirate queen on *******, which is not under FP jurisdiction. My home is my own territory, declared so by law.” She picked up the set of miniature gears, then grabbed a micro-screwdriver off her desk. As she spoke, she focused on taking apart the tiny pieces. “The pirate mistakenly landed at one of my space hubs. She willingly paid the docking fee. We spoke at some length about her adventures. If Overseer ********* wishes to know more, I’ll be glad to fill him in on the details, including some of her lesser-known haunts.”

Master ******* gasped. “You know—”

His surprise delighted her. It was playing out even better than she hoped. If the man was so easily shocked by this bit of information, then **** would be as well. The overseer was a different story. With him, she’d have to wait and see how he’d react.

“Yes, I’ve known for a while about a couple of her secret hideouts. I’m one of the top research scientists in our galaxy; finding a pirate is not hard. I’ve offered Sir **** help before and was rudely rejected, if you recall. Trust me, I have not forgotten.” Her hard tone emphasized how badly she’d been treated by ****, who still hadn’t followed up on her offer. Sir ********* should have responded before now—ten months after the fact.

“I apologize, Lady *****.” He cleared his throat. Scratching noises sounded over the transmission, letting her know this man wasn’t above using old-fashioned methods to take notes. “Mr. **** and the overseer will not let it happen again. Just after your conversation with Mr. ****, our office received orders to track down supplies stolen by pirates.” ******* cleared his throat again. “Perhaps if you allow us, we can make it up to you.”

She set the screwdriver down, then tapped the desk lightly in success. I like this guy already. ***** willed her voice to remain calm. “Indeed, we’ll talk about it further when you arrive. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. My duty calls now. ***********, out.” ***** cut the communications. “Reject me when I try to help—oh yeah, Mr. ****, you’re so going to pay.” ***** punched a few buttons on her console, then waited until her communications officer answered. “I need you to prepare the tapes made of Miss ***** for review. We need to understand Sir ********* a bit more. See that I’m not disturbed.”

“As you wish, Captain. ******** out.” The communications went silent as her computer acknowledged the arrival of the file.

***** sighed, then tapped the transparent vid screen in front of her. The room filled with ****’s melodic voice. ***** had enjoyed the beautiful woman. What did such an exquisite lover find in a bastard such as Sir *********?

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Thanks for joining us, Cynnara!

Sunday Brunch Blog 5/25/2014

Once again it’s time for the weekly Sunday Brunch with ZA Maxfield! This week, we have one awesome friend joining us! Please welcome Charlie Cochet!

This week’s question is: “If you could have any animal, real or mythical, as a pet, what would you choose?”

***BIG NEWS*** From now on, instead of the ebooks we’ve been awarding as prizes, I’ll be giving out a $5.00 Amazon gift card so readers can use it for the ebook (or other Amazon purchase) of their choice. All you have to do is comment below for your chance to win!

Without further ado, let’s hear from Charlie!

That’s a really tough question. I can almost hear people shouting “dragon!”, and yes, having a pet dragon would be pretty awesome. But let’s think about that for a moment. I live in the middle of a big city and have a tiny yard. If it were a large dragon— which would be preferable since it would cut down on some serious traffic time when flying me to the supermarket—where would he sleep? The shed is too small and let’s face it, palm trees make flimsy perches. The neighbor’s dogs are constantly yapping. I think we all know how well that would turn out. Then there are the vast quantities of meat he’d consume. Unless he was a vegetarian then there’s plenty of munchies around Miami, though I doubt the county would be too pleased to find patches of decimated fruit trees. At least the heat wouldn’t bother him.

I think for both our sakes, I’d need a pet I could keep indoors. Also this is Miami. There’s a chance if he’s not bolted to the floor, they’ll make off with him. Indoor pet it is. Providing it’s well-trained, won’t main or shred me to ribbons, I think I’ll go with a Kitsune—or Japanese fox. A Kitsune can have up to nine tails, depending on how old, wise, and powerful it is. Not only is it an adorable fox, but it’s magical and a shapeshifter. Though I’m going to go with the Zenko Kitsune which is a benevolent fox rather than the Yako foxes which are mischievous and sometimes malevolent. I’ve watched enough episodes of Supernatural to know to stay away from any malevolent creatures. Unless the Winchester brothers are going to come to my rescue. I might chance a Yako then.

Buy Links for The Auspicious Troubles of Chance

Dreamspinner Press | Amazon | All Romance eBooks

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Thank you to Charlie for joining us this week!

Friday is for Fugitives!

I recently had the opportunity to re-release Fugitive Color, the 2010 novella with a new cover, and TA-DAH in audiobook format! 

It’s quite cool to think my readers could be anywhere, roaring down lone country roads while listening to my book. *shivers*

To start things off with a GREAT BIG WIN, I’m offering a free ebook and audiobook to ONE lucky reader.  All you have to do is comment below. I’ll be heading out to Romantic Times Booklovers Convention on Monday, so you have until Mother’s Day Sunday (May 11) at Midnight EST to comment for the opportunity to win. Let me know what you’re thinking: What’s your favorite audiobook so far? How do you feel when you’re listening to sex scenes at a stoplight? Do you ever pull over to rewind parts you missed? Or like me, do you ever find yourself driving down the street so engrossed in the story you feel like “Cloak and Dagger Books” will be just down the next street on the right hand side or Jack Reacher is going to roar by at top speed in someone’s “borrowed” Bentley?

Fugitive Color remains unchanged from the earlier version, so if you already have it, consider picking up the companion audio book.

Here’s the blurb for Fugitive Color. 

Max Lancaster’s neighbor — his muse the young ballerina Elena– has gone missing. Between secrets from his past and the fact that he’s altering his work in his sleep, he’s worried that he’s lost his mind.

By the time forensic artist Sumner Ellison arrives as part of the investigation even Max can see himself in the role of person of interest. Sumner Ellison doesn’t believe that Max killed Elena, yet he isn’t certain Max is entirely sane.

Sumner offers Max oblivion in bed and unflinching honesty. Max takes what Sumner offers, losing himself in the younger man’s body while hiding his heart from Sumner’s love.

When doubt pulls them apart, it takes the power of Max’s passion and the purity of Sumner’s faith to create a love that won’t fade away over time.

Lisent to a sample at the Audible Website!

PURCHASE Fugitive Color

 

Tuesday Teaser – with author EM Lynley!

EM Lynley writes gay romance. She loves books where the hero gets the guy and the loving is 11 on a scale of 10. She has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she’d rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled.

Her Precious Gems series is best described as “Indiana Jones meets Romancing the Stone”—only gayer. The Delectable series is Gay Romance with Taste. Her books are available in print and e-book from Amazon & other book distributors.

Visit her online at Love Spans the Rainbow — Blog – Facebook — Twitter

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of EM Lynley”s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of EM’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to me,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. Winner gets an ebook. It’s that simple! Come play along…

HERE’s the snippet:

“Hi, ####,” **** said. The guy was always smiling, even though his business had burned down. No one could be that cheerful, especially at six thirty in the morning.

He had a towel slung loosely around his waist, and his hair was still wet, bangs falling into his eyes. He looked far too much like that shower dream #### had had—more than once.

“Morning.” #### tried not to stare at the firm, smooth chest and the nipples that haunted his daydreams. **** didn’t have a gym physique, but clearly he got a decent workout from all the lifting and carrying he must do in the bakery. His pecs were nicely shaped, and he had some definition in his shoulders and biceps.

“You’re here early.” ****’s hand was still bandaged, with a big Baggie over it. He pulled the plastic off and grabbed a can of shaving cream from the counter and turned toward ####. “Not talking? That’s okay. I like the strong, silent type.”

That got ####’s blood boiling. Why was **** being such a tease? “Will you cut that shit out? I’m not interested in you.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone your secret. Stay in the closet.”

“I’m not—” ####’s hands balled into fists before realized it, and he tried to pull himself together. He didn’t look at ****. As if not seeing him would make him go away. Why didn’t he just leave? In the mirror he saw **** shake the can of shaving cream. The towel slipped off his hips. #### couldn’t help staring. ****’s cock, which hung down past his balls, was worth staring. Five inches now? What would it look like hard?

**** didn’t pick up the towel. “Go ahead. I don’t mind if you look. Like I said, I won’t say anything. But I don’t believe your protests.” He put the shaving cream down on the counter and walked up close to ####. “Tell me again you’re not interested.”

#### pushed **** back a pace, intending to leave, but once his fingers grazed ****’s warm, damp skin, his brain stopped communicating with his feet. **** put a hand on ####’s belt buckle, and all hell broke loose in his shorts. He couldn’t stop the erection, and he felt the blood filling his cock until it almost hurt. It would be completely obvious in the fitted uniform trousers.

**** looked in that direction and smiled. “At least part of you isn’t lying. The important part.”

Thank God no one else was around for this. #### grabbed ****’s wrist off his belt, and instead of pulling it away, he pulled **** in close and ####’s other arm went around his waist, almost of its own accord. With ****’s body pressed against his, #### leaned in for a kiss. **** opened his mouth and let #### in. He tasted like toothpaste and smelled woodsy from the station’s body wash. His lips were soft, yet firm, and his tongue danced around ####’s.

He could feel ****’s cock hardening against his own, and he took the kiss deeper, devouring ****’s mouth like he hadn’t kissed anyone in months. At least no one he wanted as much he craved ****. He liked the way **** curled his arms around ####’s neck. #### slid a hand down to squeeze ****’s ass. Nice and round and firm. ****’s cock responded to ####’s touch.

Then ####’s brain kicked in, and he let go of **** and pulled away, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. What the hell was he doing? Fooling around in the station was number one on his list of “don’t out yourself” activities to avoid, and here he was, letting this guy—Dumbass Bakery Guy—push all his hot buttons

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Thanks for joining us, EM!

Sunday Brunch Blog 5/4/2014

Once again it’s time for the weekly Sunday Brunch with ZA Maxfield! This week, we have two awesome friends joining us! Please welcome T.T. Kove and A. Morell!

This week’s question is: “Where do you do most of your writing?”

***BIG NEWS*** From now on, instead of the ebooks we’ve been awarding as prizes, I’ll be giving out a $5.00 Amazon gift card so readers can use it for the ebook (or other Amazon purchase) of their choice. All you have to do is comment below for your chance to win!

First up we have T.T. Kove!

I would like to answer that I have a big office, full of bookshelves filled with books, but sadly, it isn’t so. I haven’t even got a small office, at the moment. So I do most of my writing on the sofa, and occasionally at the dining room table or in bed. It all depends on where I am and if there’s other people in the house and/or flat with me. I need to be alone to concentrate, so as long as that’s accomplished, I can write almost anywhere!

Buy Links for Measured Doses

Dreamspinner Press

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Next up we have A Morell!

In Scrivener.

Just kidding. Well, not really.

I do my writing wherever I can get inspired, so I write anywhere and everywhere. I have four notebooks floating around me right now (one in my purse, one on my nightstand, one on my dresser, and one at my desk), two notepads on my refrigerator, and an endless supply of sticky notes so no matter where I am when an idea comes I can write it down.

Though I suppose technically I have five notebooks. The last one is my Toshiba, purchased just before NaNoWriMo 2011 and enabled with Scrivener and without internet to prevent distractions. I do my actual writing on there and take it with me wherever I go, but it all started on my thirty-minute train commute to my old job when I decided to make better use of that free time. Though I can’t seem to get ideas staring at a blank screen. Give me a blank page, and I will fill it with ink.

Still, there’s just something about writing on the train that I love and miss now that I’m a ten-minute bike ride from work. Something about watching the world go past your window while you whittle away a story in another universe. Tomoki, the rock band leader and composer in “Change of Fortune,” writes a lot when he’s on tour. I think he gets that from me, writing notes and bits of inspiration on whatever scraps of paper are on hand. There’s a point where technology needs to take over, but both of us have that physical connection first.

So while I now do most of my writing at home (or at work during slow periods but shh), when the restlessness hits I’ll just buy a ticket and go for a train ride.

Buy Links for Change of Fortune

Dreamspinner Press | Amazon

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Thank you for all of the authors who joined us this week!

Sunday Brunch Blog – 4/27/14

 Once again it’s time for the weekly Sunday Brunch with ZA Maxfield! This week, we have three awesome friends joining us! Please welcome Vicktor Alexander, JP Barnaby, and Ava Doran!

This week’s question is: “If you had magical fan fic powers and could change the arc of a show, who would you write about?”

***BIG NEWS*** From now on, instead of the ebooks we’ve been awarding as prizes, I’ll be giving out a $5.00 Amazon gift card so readers can use it for the ebook (or other Amazon purchase) of their choice. All you have to do is comment below for your chance to win!

First up, we have Vicktor Alexander!

Oh that’s easy it would be Torchwood. –sobs- IANTO!!!!! –wipes tears- Oh, sorry about that. I’m still a little upset about that whole situation. So I’d fix it. I’d bring back one of my favorite characters (after Captain Jack Harkness played by the sexy John Barrowman) and set things right. So I’d write about Ianto. And I already have a lot of the story written as well, here’s some of it:

The air was still. Too still. Too quiet. It set Gwen Cooper-William’s teeth on edge and she knew that somewhere the Rift was causing trouble. Which meant that it was only a matter of time before Capt. Jack Harkness would be calling her and Rex Matheson, asking them to come into Torchwood to work.

Again.

Sighing deeply she walked from her bedroom to the kitchen, stopping by the nursery to check on her daughter, and noticing the beautiful toddler was sleeping soundly, she continued on to make herself a cup of tea. As always happened she thought of Ianto as she heated the water. She would do anything to have Ianto back. She missed him. Just as she missed Owen and Toshiko. But Ianto’s passing had such a deep effect not only on her but on Jack that she didn’t think the invincible man would ever recover. She sighed again as she pushed away the morose thoughts of the friends she’d lost to Torchwood and returned her attention back to preparing her tea and getting ready to go into work.

“Oi, what are you doing up so bloody early in the morning Gwen?” Rhys, her husband, asked as he stumbled sleepily into the kitchen with her.

Gwen looked over her shoulder at her husband and grinned at him. He looked like a little boy rubbing at his eyes and she opened her mouth to respond to him only to be cut off when her cell phone began to ring. She lifted her eyebrows at him and he groaned, pushing her out of the way lightly to make her a travel mug of tea as she went to answer the phone.

“Jack?” she answered the phone knowing who it was without having to check the display.

“Gwen, hope I didn’t wake you,” Jack’s voice came through the phone line clearly and Gwen smiled.

“I could feel it in the air, Jack. Something’s come through the Rift or is about to,” she deduced and she heard Jack’s grunt loudly through the phone.

“That’s why I love you Gwen. You’re always on top of things,” Jack said with a small chuckle.

Gwen accepted the travel mug from Rhys with a smile, placed a small kiss on his puckered lips and turned to leave their home, already dressed to go into work.

“Well someone has to be Jack. You spend so much bloody time shagging anything that walks that it’s up to me and Rex to keep things moving along like they need to,” Gwen stated matter-of-factly as she climbed into her car, shutting the door behind her.

“Yeah, well, if I don’t shag them Gwen, who will?” Jack asked cheekily and Gwen huffed in disgust.

The line grew quiet then and Gwen knew that Jack’s thoughts had turned to Ianto, just as hers had. Their banter had continued, just as they had, but there were always moments when Ianto Jones’s absence was felt acutely and in that moment, Gwen knew without a shadow of a doubt that Jack was missing his dead lover intensely.

Determined to get Jack’s thoughts off of anything depressing, Gwen returned the man’s attention to the Rift. “So Jack, any ideas on what it could possibly be?” she asked as she turned the corner towards the new location of Torchwood, The Hub 4, was what they were calling it. It didn’t look like the original Hub, instead it was a mere replica of Torchwood’s former glory, but it was theirs and they were proud of it. She noticed Rex’s vehicle and smiled at the black man’s scowling face as he walked towards the front door of the building.

“No idea Gwen, but whatever it is, it’s big,” Jack responded. “The Rift predictor is going crazy right now.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll deal with it. We always do,” Gwen promised. “Heads up, by the way, Rex is headed in.”

Her warning came too late, however, for as she stepped out of her car, closing and locking the door and making her way towards the building she could hear Rex’s annoyed voice.

“What the hell do you want Torchwood?” Rex asked, using the nickname he’d given to Jack the year before when they’d first met the American during what was being known as “Miracle Day.”

“We’ve got some large scale Rift activity coming our way, Rex,” Jack said calmly.

“Well, what the fuck is it?” Rex asked.

“We don’t know what it is yet, Rex,” Gwen stated as she stepped into the room. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the Rift alarms began blaring. She rushed over to her station, hoping to pinpoint where the Rift activity was located, distantly aware of Jack and Rex doing the same when she gasped.

“Gwen? What is it?” Jack asked.

“The activity is happening here, Jack. Right outside the door,” she said softly. Her eyes connected with Jack’s and they stared at each other for a brief moment before they raced after Rex who had already taken off outside. Gwen stood between the two men as the Rift opened up directly in front of them and a blue police booth came through. Gwen heard Jack’s sharp inhale and turned to look at him.

“Jack? What is it?” she questioned the man.

“It can’t be. Why is he here?” Jack whispered.

“Who? It can’t be who?” Rex asked and Gwen nodded her head in agreement.

“The doctor. My doctor,” Jack breathed.

Gwen opened her mouth to ask another question only to let out a loud scream when the door opened and she saw who walked out.

“Hi Gwen. Hi—Jack,” the man said with a small smile.

“Ianto?” Gwen and Jack breathed at the same time and felt the Earth spin even as darkness enveloped her.

****

“Well that certainly wasn’t the response I was hoping for,” Ianto said as he looked at Gwen unconscious in the attractive black man’s arms. He was trembling and prattling on to avoid looking at Jack, he knew that, but he’d been looking forward to this day for too long. Now that it was here he had no idea what to do.

“How are you here?” Jack’s voice was soft as he stepped close to Ianto. Ianto’s head tipped back and he swallowed the lump that had risen in his throat. Fuck, Jack was still just as beautiful as he’d been hundreds of years ago. Although, technically, he guessed it was only two years or so ago.

“The Doctor.” Ianto nodded at the man standing behind him. He could tell that Jack wanted to ask about The Doctor’s new face, but instead he returned his gaze to Ianto’s face. “He showed up right after you left my grave. He gave me something that brought me back but told me I had to wait to come back to you.”

“Why?” Jack asked stepping closer.

“Because something is coming Jack and you’re going to need me to help you defeat it.”

“I need you for more than that,” Jack said hoarsely before taking Ianto’s lips in a scorching kiss.

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Buy Links for Dakota

MLR Press | Amazon | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand

Next up, we have JP Barnaby!

Thanks for hosting me again, ZAM!

Since I like to bend the rules, the story I’d most like to change isn’t a TV show. If there was one thing I could use my magic fanfic powers on, it would be the Harry Potter books/movies. Severus Snape is one of the best written characters I’ve encountered, and he gets royally shafted throughout the entire series.

If there was ever a character that deserved some kind of happy ending, it’s Snape. Okay, so he may be a bit of a dick at times, but who isn’t? Wouldn’t we all be a little dickish if everything seemed to go wrong for us?

So, if I had magic  fanfic powers, I’d give Snape a better ending. Should we start taking bets on who to pair him up with? Sirius? Remus? Lucius?

Buy Links for Andy, Go-Go Boy

Wilde City Press | Amazon | All Romance eBooks

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And last, but not least, we have Ava Doran!

Thanks, again, ZAM, for letting me natter on about one of my favorite things: fanfic powers. I signed up for this question because I got my start writing fanfiction. (Harry Potter, if you’re curious!)

Of course, the story arc I had intended to write about has since fixed itself now that Once Upon a Time has returned. (Spoiler Alert if you’re not caught up on the second half: thank god Rumple is back alive…) Actually — if you’re not completely caught up on OUAT, I’d probably skip my little section on ZAM’s blog this Sunday.

I’ll wait while you scroll on by.

Ready? Okay! If I were to have fanfic powers and to change a current arc, it would be to erase Neal/Baelfire’s death. It didn’t make any sense as far as the show goes. Furthermore, it turned into an overdone cliche: someone dies at the point of reconciliation between two parties. It actually felt a bit like getting Neal out of the way makes way for Emma and Hook to get together (not getting into a ship war, but ugh.). OUAT is one of the few shows that has such a huge cast and does a good job giving all the characters a decent amount of screen-time — though I’d love to see some of the smaller characters get a bit more time. It’s a great show (and if you’re not watching you’re missing out!), but I, Ava, hereby wave my fan fic wand to bring Neal back to this mortal coil.

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Thank you for all of the authors who joined us this week!

Tuesday Teaser – with author Z. Allora!

 

Every one deserves a happy ending… (& I make sure they get one). I write about hot rockers, sexy zombies, and Thailand club performers. My stories are about love, romance and are tied together with erotic sex. I utilize my time overseas and my travels to bring you to places you’ve yet to visit. I introduce you to cultures you’ve yet to explore. But with every word I write I hope to convey love is love. Hugs, Z.

You can visit her website at www.zallorabooks.com or her blog at http://zallora.blogspot.com.

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of Z. Allora’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of Z’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to me,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. Winner gets an ebook. It’s that simple! Come play along…

HERE’s the snippet:

A pole in the center of the contraption extended from the ceiling in a dazzling display of lights. **** guessed the machine’s original purpose was to milk cows before the fancy makeover. Four hollow, rubber-coated metal rods invited insertion.

As the door shut, they rolled toward each other. Before **** could feel any shame, *** reached out to grab his hand. Their fingers locked and *** squeezed.

“You okay with this?”

Was he? His body had been ready for years—his mind was another story. But he was determined to claim the life that was meant to be his, and the first step was reclaiming his own body. *** pulled away the useless towel that did little to hide ****’s shaft. **** concentrated on *** so he could push away the negative thoughts as they attempted to take hold.

“Here’s some oil.” *** pointed the bottle at Alex’s rampant arousal. When he couldn’t quite reach, **** helpfully thrust his shaft closer.

“Mm, you’re so hard.” *** watched as the oil drizzled over ****’s erection and gathered

in a slick pool around his balls. Then he did the same to himself, hissing as the warm oil slid over him. “Let me turn this on.”

The soft popping noise of a piston echoed from the walls. The long rods moved, and inside them, the rubber coating flexed with the rush of pneumatic pressure. Expectation raced through ****.

“Ready?”

Though he shook his head, his mouth moaned assent. *** pushed an elongated cylinder toward ****. As it moved, **** saw the tubing connecting it to the sucking machine.

The teasing suction strengthened as *** brought the cylinder closer. One moment **** felt an irresistible pull and the next he was dragged inside.

“Oh!” he shouted in surprise when the pleasure of suction cascaded over him.

“Good?” *** studied ****’s face. Seeming to be satisfied with what he saw, he released the device. Unrestrained, the cylinder pumped, slurped, sliding up and down over ****.

With all the overwhelming sensations attacking his body, **** couldn’t speak. Instead, he nodded and watched as *** repeated the process on himself. The machine’s mouth slurped *** in and made him gasp.

***’s expression was downright gleeful. “Mm-mm. That’s incredible.” Unable to resist that smile, **** leaned in to give *** a kiss. *** moaned and returned the kiss with a passion that swept **** away. His heart drank in everything the blond provided. Their closeness, the thought of this intimacy shared with ***, was enough to make him find release.

Breaking the seal of their lips, **** howled as the machine swallowed his donation. He convulsed as the sweet explosion of his first true release rushed through his body. Waves of pleasure, a kaleidoscope of colors spun out of control as he grabbed for the only stable thing in his world: ***.