Eden Winters's Blog, page 37
February 2, 2014
Condom Use: In Fiction and In Life
There have been endless debates on whether or not condoms should be used in romance novels. The arguments range from "But it's fiction!" to "condoms take away from the romance" and even "that's not how it is in reality." Some have even said that condom use in gay romance is a "woman thing."
My dear friend and partner in writing, P.D. Singer, posted an excellent essay on the topic that's well worth reading.
Find it here:
And to lay waste to the argument that safer sex is a "woman thing", Lambda award winning author Brent Hartinger masterminds The Real Story Safe Sex Project, promoting safe sex, in part, through books.
Find more about the project and download his free story, Two Thousand Pounds Per Square Inch, here:
I'm currently at work on a short story for the project.
My dear friend and partner in writing, P.D. Singer, posted an excellent essay on the topic that's well worth reading.
Find it here:
And to lay waste to the argument that safer sex is a "woman thing", Lambda award winning author Brent Hartinger masterminds The Real Story Safe Sex Project, promoting safe sex, in part, through books.
Find more about the project and download his free story, Two Thousand Pounds Per Square Inch, here:
I'm currently at work on a short story for the project.
January 22, 2014
Lucky? Best Man in Uniform?
Woot! Simon "Lucky" Harrison from Collusion is up for Best Man in Uniform at Love Romances Cafe Readers Choice Awards!
There are so many categories and so many great books! I'm off to cast my votes!
Vote here!
There are so many categories and so many great books! I'm off to cast my votes!
Vote here!
Lucky, Best Man in Uniform?
Woot! Simon "Lucky" Harrison from Collusion is up for Best Man in Uniform at Love Romances Cafe Readers Choice Awards!
There are so many categories and so many great books! I'm off to cast my votes!
Vote here.
There are so many categories and so many great books! I'm off to cast my votes!
Vote here.
January 16, 2014
Someone To Keep Me Blog Tour 1/16
Today I have two very special guests on the site: K.C. Wells and Parker Williams, also known as Will Parkinson, who have collaborated on their latest release, Someone to Keep Me. In a moment they'll tell you all about their exciting new offering, but first, they've agreed to tell us about who their literary inspirations are.
Will: I think that all authors are inspirations. They put themselves out there and allow others to praise and berate them. I do, of course, have some that have gone above and beyond to inspire me.
Eden Winters: If not for her, anything I write would not have been written. She encouraged me to not give up on a childhood dream. (Aww... thank you, Will.)
The gang from Pulp Friction – Laura Harner, Tom Webb, Havan Fellows, and Lee Brazil: Each of them has gone out of their way to include me in their projects, allowing me to give input, make suggestions, and be a part of the team. They’ve also read some of my stuff and given me directions on making a story tighter.
SJD Peterson: When I was writing Pitch, she took time out of her busy schedule to smack me in the head more than once to keep me focused. She also helped me figure out Show vs Tell, even if I do fall into bad habits now and again.
KC Wells: My cowriter for Someone to Keep Me. She’s taught me a lot (and I do mean a LOT) about writing. I’d like to think that some of the lessons I’ve learned from her definitely upped my game. (Let me have my fantasies!)
Cate Ashwood: She’s helped me ‘go with the flow’ and not to let things bother me so much about my writing. (I believe there may have been threats of violence in there somewhere, but I’m too afraid to go back to find out.)
The people who wrote to me after 500 Miles came out (and Pitch, for Will Parkinson). I’ve got to say, every kind word has pushed me to the point where I am today. And I’m so very grateful to everyone for propping me up along the way.
KC: Oh wow – where to start? I loved reading as a child. I simply DEVOURED books. As an adult, however, I have so many writers whose books inspire me.
There are a few writers whose books are on my MUST READ pile: Andrew Grey, Sue Brown, B.A. Tortuga, S.J Frost, S.E.Jakes, Bailey Bradford, Chris Owen, Stormy Glenn, Patricia Logan, S.J.D. Peterson, G.A. Hauser, Max Vos...oh, and this Parker Williams guy. ( :P ) Sorry – too many to mention, really!
To be honest, when I first began reading MM fiction, I plowed my back through the Dreamspinner authors very quickly. It was reading the books there that made me think about that book idea that had been kicking around in my brain for about a year.
On the non-MM front, I like the early Stephen King. I adore Agatha Christie the books of the late Michael Critchton.
When I first started writing, I was fortunate to have some good friends who were also authors who gave me a lot of support. The first name that comes to mind is Sue Brown. That woman is WONDERFUL. She came to see me on the Isle of Wight, she gave me so much advice…she even put my name forward as someone to write a short story for the recent charity anthology, Burning First Kiss. This was at a time when I wasn’t even published yet. Sue had faith in me.
I’m thankful to Ethan Stone and Lara Brukz who gave me such much support in those first few months as an author. Lara is now one of my betas, and I trust her implicitly to tell me the truth – which she always does, bless her.
Yeah, I’m a very thankful girl.
Someone to Keep Me, now available from Dreamspinner Press
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Bio:Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.
K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter...
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.K.C. can be reached via email (k.c.wells@btinternet.com), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld) or through comments at the K.C.Wells website (www.kcwellsworld.com ) K.C. loves to hear from readers.
PARKER WILLIAMS began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.
Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.
Website: http://www.parkerwilliamsauthor.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/ParkerWAuthorFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/parker.williams.75641 E-mail: parker@parkerwilliamsauthor.com
BLURB:Eighteen-year-old Scott Keating knows a whole world exists beyond his parents’ strict control, but until he gains access to the World Wide Web, he really has no idea what’s out there. In a chat room, Scott meets “JeffUK.” Jeff loves and understands him, and when he offers to bring Scott to the UK, Scott seizes his chance to escape his humdrum life and see the world. But when his plane touches down and Jeff isn’t there, panic sets in.
Collars & Cuffs favorite barman and Dom-in-training, Ben Winters, drops his sister off at the airport and finds a lost, anxious Scott. Hearing Scott’s story sets off alarm bells, along with his protective instincts. Taking pity on the naïve boy, Ben offers him a place to crash and invites him to Collars & Cuffs, hoping his bosses will know how to help. Scott dreams of belonging to someone, heart and soul. Ben longs for a sub of his own. And neither man sees what’s right under his nose.
Excerpt(PG)
I was trying to make shopping a fun experience, but Scott wasn’t making it easy. I figured he’d had a heavy morning emotionally, and I thought taking him around Debenhams department store would provide him with a little light relief. I kept holding up these really loud shirts and telling him he’d look good in them. His reaction confused the hell out of me. It was almost as if the boy didn’t know how to have fun. And when I held up some really skimpy underwear, I thought he was going to faint from embarrassment. I kept looking at the clothes he’d picked out. Two pairs of jeans, no problem there, but the shirts were bland, boring even. Scott was eighteen, for God’s sake. In desperation, I picked up a blue shirt I thought would really suit him. The color was a perfect match for his eyes. I held it out to him.
“Would you wear this for me?”
He gazed at me for a moment, and I thought he was going to refuse. Then he nodded shyly. Thank God. I put it in the basket along with his other choices, and we headed for the till. I handed over Leo’s letter of authorization confirming his phone call, and we were done. As we left the store, loaded up with bags, Scott asked for the receipts, to keep them safe to give to Leo.I snickered. “You do know Leo won’t do anything with those receipts, don’t you?” I knew my boss better than he did.
Scott stopped dead in the middle of the pavement, his mouth open. “What?” I shrugged. He held out his bags. “I’m sorry, I can’t accept these.” God, he could be stubborn.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, be like that. I’m sure the people at the launderette won’t mind seeing you standing there in your underwear washing your one suit.” I started walking again, laughing inwardly as he caught up to me in a hurry.
Scott tilted his head. “Launderette?”
I searched for the American equivalent. “Laundromat.” A horrified expression crept over his face. Yeah, I’d thought that would make him stop and think. “Can you afford to be proud right now?” His face fell, and I instantly regretted my words. The boy had to see things clearly, though.
Scott looked at his bags of clothing, his expression grudging, to say the least. “Okay, but I still want the receipts.” Out came that chin again. The lad had some backbone to him.
This time I stopped. “You’re going to be stubborn about this, aren’t you?”
The color rose in his cheeks. “It’s not being stubborn, it’s being responsible.” His lips narrowed. “I don’t need someone to take care of me.”
“Fine. Whatever,” I muttered and started walking again. I glanced at the boy surreptitiously as we went along. Regardless of what came out of his mouth, everything about Scott said something entirely different. Alex was right: the lad needed a keeper. I turned off Piccadilly onto London Road, back to the hotel where I’d left the car.
“Where are we going?” Scott looked at me in confusion as he caught sight of the hotel.
“We’re going to my place. I have a flat.”
An eager expression crossed his face. “Do you need help with that?”
I frowned. “Help with what?”
“Your flat. Have you got a jack?”
I struggled for a moment to understand. Then it dawned on me. I laughed. “Okay, for future reference? A flat is an apartment.” I shook my head, still chuckling. “How do you expect to write if you don’t even know English?” His cheeks flamed.
(Explicit)
Scott“Hands and knees, boy.”
I obeyed him, doing my best to move smoothly and gracefully, just like he’d taught me. I tensed when his hand spread my cheeks and he pushed a couple of slick fingers into me. I squirmed as his fingers scissored inside me, stretching me. When Ben pulled his fingers free, I stifled my noises of disappointment. Ben held up something for me to see. It was a slim butt plug in black silicone. I swallowed.
I tried to relax as he pushed it slowly into me. “God, it feels so big.”
Ben chuckled. “This is nothing, wait until it’s my cock.” And didn’t that thought send a ripple through me. At last I felt the flat base of the plug and knew it was all the way in.
“Stand up.”
I got to my feet, the movement pushing the plug against my prostate. Oh, hell. I couldn’t see me lasting long without coming—until I saw what Ben held in his hand. It was a cage of some sort, its shape mimicking a dick. I gasped as Ben pushed a metal ring over my cock and eased my balls through it carefully. The ring had a catch where it rested on top of my dick. Then he slid a lubed hand over my length. I shuddered to finally feel his hand on me, but it was short-lived as he proceeded to slide the cage very slowly over my cock, until at last it snapped into position on the cock ring.
“Sir?
Ben grinned. “Subs who behave the way you did have to expect punishment.”
I gulped. All in all, I thought I’d got off lightly, except Ben wasn’t finished.
“On your knees.”
I obeyed him, conscious of the plug in my ass and the weight of the cage around my cock. I wondered what was coming next, and my mouth fell open when Ben unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down over his hips. Ben cupped my chin and lifted my face to look at him.“Suck my cock, boy. And make it good.”
Oh… oh, wow.
BenGod, I was hard.
Scott knelt before me. Smiling up at me, he pulled my underwear down slowly, releasing the solid cock hidden inside. It sprang up, heavy and thick, bouncing in his face. Scott’s eyes moved to mine. I nodded toward my cock.
“Sir? May I?” Scott lowered his eyes reverently. I placed my hands atop Scott’s head.“Do it, boy,” I whispered. Scott reached for the thick shaft in front of him. “No hands.” My voice was thick and husky.
Scott nuzzled my balls before licking from the base to the head of my engorged prick.I couldn’t suppress a shudder. Scott chuckled, and I gave my boy a quick cuff on the side of his head.
Grabbing Scott’s head, I pushed him down, the warm lips engulfing my prick. I moaned, the sensation of the boy’s mouth nearly overwhelming. I let him suck at his own pace for a few moments before I locked my hands around Scott’s head and started thrusting into his mouth. All too soon, my balls began to pull up.
“You’re doing so well. Going to come, boy.”Scott tried to back off as I shot, but my grip held him tight. I emptied my load into his waiting mouth. When I was done, I gave the simple one-word command.
“Swallow.”
I smiled as Scott gulped my load, his throat working on the head of my dick, causing tremors to rock my body. After I’d finished, I released him. He leaned back and looked me in the eye, smiling, a part of my come running slowly down his chin. I wiped it off with my thumb and started drawing away, but he grabbed my hand and popped my thumb into his mouth. He released it, and his eyes dropped to the floor.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I couldn’t help the wide smile on my face. Now to deliver the bad news.“Now you’re going to bed. And the plug and cage stay there for the night.”
I watched his eyes widen as realization sunk in. Now he got it.
Tour Schedule1/11/2014
Book Reviews & More by Kathy
The Blog of Sid Love1/12/2014
Elisa - My Reviews & Ramblings
Prism book alliance
Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews 1/13/2014
nrwalker.wordpress.com
Fallen Angel Reviews
The Kimi-chan Experience 1/14/2014
Cate Ashwood's Blog
Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews 1/15/2014
#BookNerd
Iyana's Rainbow
Dawn's Reading Nook
Author Susan Mac Nicol 1/16/2014
Magnolias and Men
What's On the Bookshelf
deal sharing aunt 1/17/2014
Mrs. Condit & Friends Read Books
Bound by Blood: The Series, Dark Urban Fantasies Told by Jade
The Risque Redhead Reads Thank you, K.C. and Will, for joining us today on Magnolias and Men.
Will: I think that all authors are inspirations. They put themselves out there and allow others to praise and berate them. I do, of course, have some that have gone above and beyond to inspire me.
Eden Winters: If not for her, anything I write would not have been written. She encouraged me to not give up on a childhood dream. (Aww... thank you, Will.)
The gang from Pulp Friction – Laura Harner, Tom Webb, Havan Fellows, and Lee Brazil: Each of them has gone out of their way to include me in their projects, allowing me to give input, make suggestions, and be a part of the team. They’ve also read some of my stuff and given me directions on making a story tighter.
SJD Peterson: When I was writing Pitch, she took time out of her busy schedule to smack me in the head more than once to keep me focused. She also helped me figure out Show vs Tell, even if I do fall into bad habits now and again.
KC Wells: My cowriter for Someone to Keep Me. She’s taught me a lot (and I do mean a LOT) about writing. I’d like to think that some of the lessons I’ve learned from her definitely upped my game. (Let me have my fantasies!)
Cate Ashwood: She’s helped me ‘go with the flow’ and not to let things bother me so much about my writing. (I believe there may have been threats of violence in there somewhere, but I’m too afraid to go back to find out.)
The people who wrote to me after 500 Miles came out (and Pitch, for Will Parkinson). I’ve got to say, every kind word has pushed me to the point where I am today. And I’m so very grateful to everyone for propping me up along the way.
KC: Oh wow – where to start? I loved reading as a child. I simply DEVOURED books. As an adult, however, I have so many writers whose books inspire me.
There are a few writers whose books are on my MUST READ pile: Andrew Grey, Sue Brown, B.A. Tortuga, S.J Frost, S.E.Jakes, Bailey Bradford, Chris Owen, Stormy Glenn, Patricia Logan, S.J.D. Peterson, G.A. Hauser, Max Vos...oh, and this Parker Williams guy. ( :P ) Sorry – too many to mention, really!
To be honest, when I first began reading MM fiction, I plowed my back through the Dreamspinner authors very quickly. It was reading the books there that made me think about that book idea that had been kicking around in my brain for about a year.
On the non-MM front, I like the early Stephen King. I adore Agatha Christie the books of the late Michael Critchton.
When I first started writing, I was fortunate to have some good friends who were also authors who gave me a lot of support. The first name that comes to mind is Sue Brown. That woman is WONDERFUL. She came to see me on the Isle of Wight, she gave me so much advice…she even put my name forward as someone to write a short story for the recent charity anthology, Burning First Kiss. This was at a time when I wasn’t even published yet. Sue had faith in me.
I’m thankful to Ethan Stone and Lara Brukz who gave me such much support in those first few months as an author. Lara is now one of my betas, and I trust her implicitly to tell me the truth – which she always does, bless her.
Yeah, I’m a very thankful girl.
Someone to Keep Me, now available from Dreamspinner Press
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Bio:Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.
K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter...
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.K.C. can be reached via email (k.c.wells@btinternet.com), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld) or through comments at the K.C.Wells website (www.kcwellsworld.com ) K.C. loves to hear from readers.
PARKER WILLIAMS began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.
Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.
Website: http://www.parkerwilliamsauthor.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/ParkerWAuthorFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/parker.williams.75641 E-mail: parker@parkerwilliamsauthor.com
BLURB:Eighteen-year-old Scott Keating knows a whole world exists beyond his parents’ strict control, but until he gains access to the World Wide Web, he really has no idea what’s out there. In a chat room, Scott meets “JeffUK.” Jeff loves and understands him, and when he offers to bring Scott to the UK, Scott seizes his chance to escape his humdrum life and see the world. But when his plane touches down and Jeff isn’t there, panic sets in.
Collars & Cuffs favorite barman and Dom-in-training, Ben Winters, drops his sister off at the airport and finds a lost, anxious Scott. Hearing Scott’s story sets off alarm bells, along with his protective instincts. Taking pity on the naïve boy, Ben offers him a place to crash and invites him to Collars & Cuffs, hoping his bosses will know how to help. Scott dreams of belonging to someone, heart and soul. Ben longs for a sub of his own. And neither man sees what’s right under his nose.
Excerpt(PG)
I was trying to make shopping a fun experience, but Scott wasn’t making it easy. I figured he’d had a heavy morning emotionally, and I thought taking him around Debenhams department store would provide him with a little light relief. I kept holding up these really loud shirts and telling him he’d look good in them. His reaction confused the hell out of me. It was almost as if the boy didn’t know how to have fun. And when I held up some really skimpy underwear, I thought he was going to faint from embarrassment. I kept looking at the clothes he’d picked out. Two pairs of jeans, no problem there, but the shirts were bland, boring even. Scott was eighteen, for God’s sake. In desperation, I picked up a blue shirt I thought would really suit him. The color was a perfect match for his eyes. I held it out to him.
“Would you wear this for me?”
He gazed at me for a moment, and I thought he was going to refuse. Then he nodded shyly. Thank God. I put it in the basket along with his other choices, and we headed for the till. I handed over Leo’s letter of authorization confirming his phone call, and we were done. As we left the store, loaded up with bags, Scott asked for the receipts, to keep them safe to give to Leo.I snickered. “You do know Leo won’t do anything with those receipts, don’t you?” I knew my boss better than he did.
Scott stopped dead in the middle of the pavement, his mouth open. “What?” I shrugged. He held out his bags. “I’m sorry, I can’t accept these.” God, he could be stubborn.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, be like that. I’m sure the people at the launderette won’t mind seeing you standing there in your underwear washing your one suit.” I started walking again, laughing inwardly as he caught up to me in a hurry.
Scott tilted his head. “Launderette?”
I searched for the American equivalent. “Laundromat.” A horrified expression crept over his face. Yeah, I’d thought that would make him stop and think. “Can you afford to be proud right now?” His face fell, and I instantly regretted my words. The boy had to see things clearly, though.
Scott looked at his bags of clothing, his expression grudging, to say the least. “Okay, but I still want the receipts.” Out came that chin again. The lad had some backbone to him.
This time I stopped. “You’re going to be stubborn about this, aren’t you?”
The color rose in his cheeks. “It’s not being stubborn, it’s being responsible.” His lips narrowed. “I don’t need someone to take care of me.”
“Fine. Whatever,” I muttered and started walking again. I glanced at the boy surreptitiously as we went along. Regardless of what came out of his mouth, everything about Scott said something entirely different. Alex was right: the lad needed a keeper. I turned off Piccadilly onto London Road, back to the hotel where I’d left the car.
“Where are we going?” Scott looked at me in confusion as he caught sight of the hotel.
“We’re going to my place. I have a flat.”
An eager expression crossed his face. “Do you need help with that?”
I frowned. “Help with what?”
“Your flat. Have you got a jack?”
I struggled for a moment to understand. Then it dawned on me. I laughed. “Okay, for future reference? A flat is an apartment.” I shook my head, still chuckling. “How do you expect to write if you don’t even know English?” His cheeks flamed.
(Explicit)
Scott“Hands and knees, boy.”
I obeyed him, doing my best to move smoothly and gracefully, just like he’d taught me. I tensed when his hand spread my cheeks and he pushed a couple of slick fingers into me. I squirmed as his fingers scissored inside me, stretching me. When Ben pulled his fingers free, I stifled my noises of disappointment. Ben held up something for me to see. It was a slim butt plug in black silicone. I swallowed.
I tried to relax as he pushed it slowly into me. “God, it feels so big.”
Ben chuckled. “This is nothing, wait until it’s my cock.” And didn’t that thought send a ripple through me. At last I felt the flat base of the plug and knew it was all the way in.
“Stand up.”
I got to my feet, the movement pushing the plug against my prostate. Oh, hell. I couldn’t see me lasting long without coming—until I saw what Ben held in his hand. It was a cage of some sort, its shape mimicking a dick. I gasped as Ben pushed a metal ring over my cock and eased my balls through it carefully. The ring had a catch where it rested on top of my dick. Then he slid a lubed hand over my length. I shuddered to finally feel his hand on me, but it was short-lived as he proceeded to slide the cage very slowly over my cock, until at last it snapped into position on the cock ring.
“Sir?
Ben grinned. “Subs who behave the way you did have to expect punishment.”
I gulped. All in all, I thought I’d got off lightly, except Ben wasn’t finished.
“On your knees.”
I obeyed him, conscious of the plug in my ass and the weight of the cage around my cock. I wondered what was coming next, and my mouth fell open when Ben unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down over his hips. Ben cupped my chin and lifted my face to look at him.“Suck my cock, boy. And make it good.”
Oh… oh, wow.
BenGod, I was hard.
Scott knelt before me. Smiling up at me, he pulled my underwear down slowly, releasing the solid cock hidden inside. It sprang up, heavy and thick, bouncing in his face. Scott’s eyes moved to mine. I nodded toward my cock.
“Sir? May I?” Scott lowered his eyes reverently. I placed my hands atop Scott’s head.“Do it, boy,” I whispered. Scott reached for the thick shaft in front of him. “No hands.” My voice was thick and husky.
Scott nuzzled my balls before licking from the base to the head of my engorged prick.I couldn’t suppress a shudder. Scott chuckled, and I gave my boy a quick cuff on the side of his head.
Grabbing Scott’s head, I pushed him down, the warm lips engulfing my prick. I moaned, the sensation of the boy’s mouth nearly overwhelming. I let him suck at his own pace for a few moments before I locked my hands around Scott’s head and started thrusting into his mouth. All too soon, my balls began to pull up.
“You’re doing so well. Going to come, boy.”Scott tried to back off as I shot, but my grip held him tight. I emptied my load into his waiting mouth. When I was done, I gave the simple one-word command.
“Swallow.”
I smiled as Scott gulped my load, his throat working on the head of my dick, causing tremors to rock my body. After I’d finished, I released him. He leaned back and looked me in the eye, smiling, a part of my come running slowly down his chin. I wiped it off with my thumb and started drawing away, but he grabbed my hand and popped my thumb into his mouth. He released it, and his eyes dropped to the floor.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I couldn’t help the wide smile on my face. Now to deliver the bad news.“Now you’re going to bed. And the plug and cage stay there for the night.”
I watched his eyes widen as realization sunk in. Now he got it.
Tour Schedule1/11/2014
Book Reviews & More by Kathy
The Blog of Sid Love1/12/2014
Elisa - My Reviews & Ramblings
Prism book alliance
Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews 1/13/2014
nrwalker.wordpress.com
Fallen Angel Reviews
The Kimi-chan Experience 1/14/2014
Cate Ashwood's Blog
Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews 1/15/2014
#BookNerd
Iyana's Rainbow
Dawn's Reading Nook
Author Susan Mac Nicol 1/16/2014
Magnolias and Men
What's On the Bookshelf
deal sharing aunt 1/17/2014
Mrs. Condit & Friends Read Books
Bound by Blood: The Series, Dark Urban Fantasies Told by Jade
The Risque Redhead Reads Thank you, K.C. and Will, for joining us today on Magnolias and Men.
December 29, 2013
Enter to Win a Copy of Galen and the Forest Lord
I hope everyone had great holidays and are now looking forward to a brand new year.
I'm a bit late in posting, but hurry on over to Stumbling Over Chaos and enter to win an ebook copy of the newly re-released Galen and the Forest Lord.
Long, long ago in a faraway land, men were men (except when they were wolves), meddlesome aunts were meddlesome aunts, evil opportunists were evil opportunists, and heroes weren’t always the sharpest swords in the scabbard.
By the time Galen Olaf-kin woke up and smelled the spiced ale, it was too late, and he never finished the wicked deed for which he stood trial. Banished from his home, he flees to the forest, taking nothing but the unwanted infant he's rescued. Perhaps the legends are true and the forest lord will take them both in. The lord is said to give sanctuary to outcasts, but none of the stories mention the naughty, tempting things he whispers, or that he shares Galen's forbidden passions.
Lord Erik rolls his eyes at the prophecy that says when human hands deliver a babe to the forest, he’ll meet the mate destined to reunite forest folk with humankind. What interest has he in a child? The handsome human who brings the babe is another matter entirely, and little things like destiny and his own bumbling won’t keep Erik from claiming Galen as his own.
I'm a bit late in posting, but hurry on over to Stumbling Over Chaos and enter to win an ebook copy of the newly re-released Galen and the Forest Lord.
Long, long ago in a faraway land, men were men (except when they were wolves), meddlesome aunts were meddlesome aunts, evil opportunists were evil opportunists, and heroes weren’t always the sharpest swords in the scabbard.
By the time Galen Olaf-kin woke up and smelled the spiced ale, it was too late, and he never finished the wicked deed for which he stood trial. Banished from his home, he flees to the forest, taking nothing but the unwanted infant he's rescued. Perhaps the legends are true and the forest lord will take them both in. The lord is said to give sanctuary to outcasts, but none of the stories mention the naughty, tempting things he whispers, or that he shares Galen's forbidden passions.
Lord Erik rolls his eyes at the prophecy that says when human hands deliver a babe to the forest, he’ll meet the mate destined to reunite forest folk with humankind. What interest has he in a child? The handsome human who brings the babe is another matter entirely, and little things like destiny and his own bumbling won’t keep Erik from claiming Galen as his own.
December 23, 2013
What's Coming Next
I took a break from the Diversion series to satisfy a plot bunny that's been harassing me for some time. I'd worked the story out so completely in my head that the words simply wanted out.
The result? A rocker story. Yes, I wrote a rocker and pitted him against an opera singer. Yeah, I do like a challenge to get opposits together. The story is currently with a beta and I hope to be able to offer a publish date soon.
Here's what I have on the blurb so far for A Matter of When:
Rocker Henri Lafontaine has it all: wealth, fame, gold records--a controlling manager, four band members with knives aimed at his back, and a psychotic fan out to steal Henri's heart--by force, if necessary.
Some of you may know that I do some songwriting in addition to m/m fiction. All the songs featured in the book are my own creations.
The result? A rocker story. Yes, I wrote a rocker and pitted him against an opera singer. Yeah, I do like a challenge to get opposits together. The story is currently with a beta and I hope to be able to offer a publish date soon.
Here's what I have on the blurb so far for A Matter of When:
Rocker Henri Lafontaine has it all: wealth, fame, gold records--a controlling manager, four band members with knives aimed at his back, and a psychotic fan out to steal Henri's heart--by force, if necessary.
Some of you may know that I do some songwriting in addition to m/m fiction. All the songs featured in the book are my own creations.
Merry Christmas!
I wish you all safe and happy holidays for you and yours! And lots of love and hugs.
Eden
December 22, 2013
Is Santa a Keeper?
While digging around on my hard drive for a missing story, I chanced upon this post, written for a site several years ago that never got posted. I thought you might enjoy a diehard single gal's take on Santa Claus.
Is Santa a Keeper?
Now here's a question for you: is Santa a keeper? As a single woman of undisclosed years, what I want in a man today isn't what I wanted at twenty. Here's how I see it:
Say that the hottie you have your eye on comes home with you and decides to stay. What then? Sure he's nice to look at, but a practical woman looks at the big picture. While a jolly old elf may not be hot, buff or a gorgeous hunk, he has a lot going for him. Let's weigh the pros and cons, shall we?
Here's what Santa has to offer:
1) He gives gifts. Gifts are nice. I like gifts. A lot.
2) He's warm. Even here in the south where we perpetuate the myth of mild winters, it's cold. And the heater is on the fritz - again. Hmmm... in walks a man with some meat on his bones, wearing a plush red suit. That extra weight translates into warmth. I hope he's a cuddler, 'cause he's about to have no choice in the matter.
3) That 'making a list thing.' I don't know about you, but I'm tired of men who are all talk and never get anything done. Santa makes lists. And he checks them twice. This sounds like the kind of guy you could trust to pay the power bill on time. And he's gonna find out who's naughty or nice! Boy, would I love to have some dirt on my co-workers! Muwhaahaahahaha.
4) There's a good possibility that he's not a hunter. Though Santa has a few reindeer hanging around, it's a big plus that none are dead, tied to the hood of his sled, which puts him head and shoulders over a few previous relationships. If I hear, "Baby, come see what I killed!" one more time… All that red hanging in the closet is also a lot more cheery than camo.
5) His entourage. Those elves might come in handy. Can they cook? Clean? Detail the car?
6) He's jolly. After my last guy, Mr. How-many-moods-can-I-have-in-five-minutes, I can handle "jolly."
7) Unlimited access to cookies. Hey, waking up to a tray of vegan cookies would be a good thing.
8) He'll only go out without me once per year. Beats leaving me alone every Saturday so he can go hang with his buds. Who knows? If I ask nicely he may even take me with him.
9) Travels to exotic locales if you can talk him into taking you along. Given that jolly thing, and the fact that the kids of the world already have him trained to fork over whatever they ask for, I'd say it's a given.
10) He has a steady job. And a car. Sort of.
11) Standing next to him makes me look slim. Big plus.
12) He reads. Even if it is just letters.
13) He makes toys, which means he's good with his hands. 'Nuff said.
Now for the cons:
1) He's a bit out of shape. That belly that shakes like a bowlful of jelly? I got a treadmill in the back bedroom. We'll take care of that. Besides, his belly can't be any bigger than that of my last few dates.
2) A sleigh parked out front for most of the year? Heck, my neighbors have Chevy's on cement blocks, so we'll fit right in.
3) It might get crowded with all those elves around. I can fix that. I'll haul them all to my family reunion. The next time me and old Santy need alone time I'll just tell them Great Aunt Maude is coming to visit. They'll clear out.
4) Hoochies trying to be cute will climb into his lap, asking for "favors" for Christmas, or wanting to know if he wears anything under his costume. Hmmm… I'd like to know that myself.
5) He isn't classically handsome. Let's face it girls, we may love looking at Jaguars, and may even picture ourselves driving one before doing the math and finding something more suitable. Who needs high maintenance, gasp-worthy insurance rates, and depreciation? Chances are, if you're looking at Santa, that's as bad as it's ever going to get. Gorgeous hunk? Sorry y'all, it's all downhill from there.
6) Women will eye-ball your man in public. Don’t worry, it's probably the red suit, not him, that they're looking at. Only, he knows which ones are naughty. And where they live. Not good. "Oh look, Santa! Cookies!" Problem solved.
Still, weighing in at a baker's dozen pros and only six cons ain't bad. Sold! No need to wrap him, I'll take him home now. The chimney needs cleaning.
Eden Winters
Secrets of My Characters
No one knows an author's characters better than the creator, and many times we write something into our stories, or think we do, that may go unnoticed. Personally, I like to toss in what I consider a wink and a nudge for readers, who may pick up on a commonality within my books. Case in point: I believe all hospitals in my stories (and I put my boys in the hospital a lot) are called Mercy General.
Here's some other little tidbits you may not have picked up on:
1) While Noah of The Angel of 13th Street series is visiting "Mercy General", he encounters a red-haired nurse. Normally a bit-part character doesn't get named. This one did: Angie.
Red-haired nurse Angie is Micheal's sister in The Telling. I'd been reading about The Traveling Nurse program and thought it'd be cool to have her in Angel.
2) Erica from Settling the Score is lesbian. Those who wrote me about her want me to write her story.
3) Loretta Johnson, the burly, tattooed agent (and scene-stealer) from Corruption is having an affair with DEA intern Phillip. I had to delete the scenes because they didn't forward the story, but I left some sub-text. Their relationship will come into play in future installments.
4) Alex and Paul of The Wish have a cameo appearance in pal P.D. Singer's Mistletoe on the Mountain. They are the couple Kurt and Jake see shopping.
5) The Legion of Noorvik is an alien mercenary group from a video game in A Lie I Can Live With. Noorvik is a city in Alaska.
6) In my upcoming contribution for the Butt Ninjas from Hell anthology, I needed names for my demons. You guessed it: they're all names of Alaskan cities.
p.s. I was born in Alaska. It holds a special place in my heart.
7) It's very common in my stories for characters to change their names. I'm not sure why I do that, it just sort of happens.
If and when I ever get the sequel to The Telling finished, look for Bo and Lucky of the Diversion series to make a brief appearance.
Here's some other little tidbits you may not have picked up on:
1) While Noah of The Angel of 13th Street series is visiting "Mercy General", he encounters a red-haired nurse. Normally a bit-part character doesn't get named. This one did: Angie.
Red-haired nurse Angie is Micheal's sister in The Telling. I'd been reading about The Traveling Nurse program and thought it'd be cool to have her in Angel.
2) Erica from Settling the Score is lesbian. Those who wrote me about her want me to write her story.
3) Loretta Johnson, the burly, tattooed agent (and scene-stealer) from Corruption is having an affair with DEA intern Phillip. I had to delete the scenes because they didn't forward the story, but I left some sub-text. Their relationship will come into play in future installments.
4) Alex and Paul of The Wish have a cameo appearance in pal P.D. Singer's Mistletoe on the Mountain. They are the couple Kurt and Jake see shopping.
5) The Legion of Noorvik is an alien mercenary group from a video game in A Lie I Can Live With. Noorvik is a city in Alaska.
6) In my upcoming contribution for the Butt Ninjas from Hell anthology, I needed names for my demons. You guessed it: they're all names of Alaskan cities.
p.s. I was born in Alaska. It holds a special place in my heart.
7) It's very common in my stories for characters to change their names. I'm not sure why I do that, it just sort of happens.
If and when I ever get the sequel to The Telling finished, look for Bo and Lucky of the Diversion series to make a brief appearance.
December 19, 2013
Wanna Win Some Fun Holiday Tales?
It's been a busy season, what with the shopping, winter weather, holiday parties and get togethers, making now the perfect time to sit back and de-stress with some holiday humor--complete with m/m romance. In honor of the season and the rerelease of The Match Before Christmas series, I'm giving away e-book copies of the whole set: The Match Before Christmas, Fanning the Flames, and A Lie I Can Live With.
Candlelight, mistletoe, gaily wrapped packages beneath a trimmed tree, and someone to share it with. That's all Barry Richards wants for Christmas. Desperate for a traditional holiday, he creates a profile on "GetaDate.com," in hopes of finding the perfect man in a matter of weeks. One date after another goes sour, while all around him friends are falling in love, and Barry starts to lose faith.
The first snow falls and the world fills with seasonal cheer, all except for Barry, for whom time is running out. Facing the prospect of a lonely holiday, he tries just once more to make The Match Before Christmas.
The man of Barry's dreams has gone from a sugarplum fantasy to sweet reality, thanks to the GLBT dating site GetaDate.com. Introducing a new boyfriend to the family and settling into coupledom aren't the easiest things in the world for a man with little dating experience, but the romantic demands of Valentine's Day are beyond Barry's imagination. His piteous cry for help brings all kinds of suggestions from family and friends.Fully believing he's found the perfect ways to charm his sweetheart, Barry isn't prepared to hear "Achoo " at every turn. Adam's allergic to what? And will sneezes and welts wreck Barry's painstaking plans for Fanning the Flames?
A dating site profile faked up to make geeky gamer Otis Tucker more alluring hasn’t done much for his social life, so what does he have to lose by putting his real picture and honest interests online? His pal Barry swears there’s someone out there who will love Otis for himself, extra pounds and all.
Handsome Garret Mims sends “I’d love to meet you!” but takes things so slow Otis is quite sure they’re stopped. Is it really a date if there’s not so much as a kiss between them? Maybe he shouldn’t worry about Garret’s intentions and just enjoy every platonic moment. Instead, Otis could work on finding the missing ingredient for his pumpkin pies before Thanksgiving.
Garret’s upfront in every way but one, and Otis may have found a lie he can live with.
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The first giveaway is being hosted by Mrs. Condit and Friends Read Books:
The second giveaway is at Stumbling Over Chaos:
Good luck, and Happy Holidays!
Candlelight, mistletoe, gaily wrapped packages beneath a trimmed tree, and someone to share it with. That's all Barry Richards wants for Christmas. Desperate for a traditional holiday, he creates a profile on "GetaDate.com," in hopes of finding the perfect man in a matter of weeks. One date after another goes sour, while all around him friends are falling in love, and Barry starts to lose faith.
The first snow falls and the world fills with seasonal cheer, all except for Barry, for whom time is running out. Facing the prospect of a lonely holiday, he tries just once more to make The Match Before Christmas.
The man of Barry's dreams has gone from a sugarplum fantasy to sweet reality, thanks to the GLBT dating site GetaDate.com. Introducing a new boyfriend to the family and settling into coupledom aren't the easiest things in the world for a man with little dating experience, but the romantic demands of Valentine's Day are beyond Barry's imagination. His piteous cry for help brings all kinds of suggestions from family and friends.Fully believing he's found the perfect ways to charm his sweetheart, Barry isn't prepared to hear "Achoo " at every turn. Adam's allergic to what? And will sneezes and welts wreck Barry's painstaking plans for Fanning the Flames?
A dating site profile faked up to make geeky gamer Otis Tucker more alluring hasn’t done much for his social life, so what does he have to lose by putting his real picture and honest interests online? His pal Barry swears there’s someone out there who will love Otis for himself, extra pounds and all.
Handsome Garret Mims sends “I’d love to meet you!” but takes things so slow Otis is quite sure they’re stopped. Is it really a date if there’s not so much as a kiss between them? Maybe he shouldn’t worry about Garret’s intentions and just enjoy every platonic moment. Instead, Otis could work on finding the missing ingredient for his pumpkin pies before Thanksgiving.
Garret’s upfront in every way but one, and Otis may have found a lie he can live with.
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The first giveaway is being hosted by Mrs. Condit and Friends Read Books:
The second giveaway is at Stumbling Over Chaos:
Good luck, and Happy Holidays!
