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Saturday After Dark Presents...Paper Kisses

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This Saturday's After Dark moment has a history, and so I must share this history before I can post my very sexy scene.  Years ago, back in the stone age of technology, when I first had the concept that I wanted to write for a living, I was married.  When I told my (now ex) husband that the only thing that makes he happy is writing, he laughed.  That marriage did not last.  So when I moved to Los Angeles, California from Baltimore, Maryland (via several different states along the way) I wasn't quite sure about what type of writer I wanted to be.  I thought maybe I'd give screenwriting a go.  So I wrote three manuscripts and one of them happened to be titled "Paper Kisses".  It's my version of "what-if I went back to my hometown and started a romance with my old male best friend" <<because I really did have a male best friend named Danny>>
Rereading the screenplay I now realize how horrible it was, but I used that basic concept and wrote a short novel out of it.  In the story, the hero (Skylar) is a master at bondage and he proceeds to tie up the heroine (Alannah) every chance he can.  I wanted to think outside the box with this story, push myself a little because I'm not well versed in writing any type of BDSM, and although Sky readily admits he's not into the DSM kink, I think I've written him pretty sexy.  Let me know what you think!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“I have you in a spreader bar,” he told her, like she had a clue what that was.  “I wasn’t sure if I was going to restrain your legs but after the second slap on your ass I knew you needed more.  You are so beautiful, Alannah.  I would love to put you into more restrictive ropes, an artform called Shibari and I’ve been learning it for the past ten years.  It’s a form of erotic spiritual bondage and your limbs would be so lovely tied up.”            More bondage?  With rope?  She didn’t know how she felt about that.  It was taking some getting used to with the cuffs and…what did he call it…a spreader bar.   But once again, all thoughts about that soon fled as his fingers spread her labia lips.  In fact, there was nothing else in her head all at except the expectation of him getting ready to lick her pussy.  All the erroneous things that usually clouded through her mind had disappeared under the heat that flooded through her body.   He blew against her core, against the wetness that dripped out of her, and caused her hips to buck.  And then his tongue touched her, swiping a lick up her seam that ended at taking her little clit between his lips and sucking on it.  He repeated the motion, again and again, until she was nothing but sensation.  She was moaning, groaning, begging for more.  Begging for him.  She was completely mindless except for the pleasure he was raining upon her.  One of his fingers dipped into her pussy as if testing the slickness of her channel.  Oh yes!  More, more!  Two fingers now, finding her special little spot inside, the one that had her climax climbing fast.  Something powerful was building, a pressure she’d never felt before, and she didn’t know how to stop it…or even if she wanted to stop it.  She felt like she was about to explode.            “How do you feel?” he asked her again, in between licks, and she was barely able to form a coherent word.            “Coming,” she managed to gasp.              “Yes.” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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Welcome Nicola Cameron!

Please welcome the awesome and talented Nicola Cameron! 

Thanks for letting me come on your blog today! Trickster is my first M/M shifter story, and was originally intended to be a short story submission for Evernight’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology. Obviously that didn’t happen, which is good because this really needed to be a longer story. For more background on the plot, let’s turn to Mark Fellowes, the human half of this pairing.

Q: Mark, you’ve never been interested in men before, AND you had no idea that shifters existed. Your life literally changed in one day -- how did you feel about that?

A: Shocked out of my gourd, to be honest. When Delaney first tried to kiss me in the office, I have to admit that my initial reaction was anger, because up until that moment we’d been having a great conversation. I was so damn happy that he seemed to be a down-to-earth manager who knew when to trust his people (unlike some micromanaging dictators I’ve worked for). When he leaned over the desk for the kiss, I felt betrayed, like he’d been playing me just to get close.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop thinking about him for the rest of the day. Yeah, I was pissed off at him, but underneath that was something I’d never felt before. I didn’t understand until later that it was the mating instinct -- it’s like being OCD, but in a good way that ends up with orgasms. Luckily I’m not homophobic, otherwise it might’ve taken me a lot longer to get with the program. I still like women, but Delaney -- well, to paraphrase Tony Stark, he completes me.

As for Del being a shifter, well, he had to show me before I believed it. I’m still trying to get a handle on it all, but you know what? It’s also pretty damned cool. Remember, I’m a geek -- to me, having a boyfriend who can shapeshift is like living in a real-life superhero story.

BLURB: 
Delaney Smith, coyote shifter and Trickster Technologies executive, thinks humans are bland, boring, and undateable. So he gets the shock of his life when he comes back from vacation and scents his mate in the Trickster offices — a mate who is not only male, but quite human.

Mark Fellowes is taken aback when the CTO at his new contract job makes a pass at him, and even more surprised at his temptation to respond. Straight and dating a career-minded businesswoman, he’s never even thought about kissing another man — until now.

When Mark is attacked by thieves trying to steal company files, Delaney must put aside his preconceptions to protect his mate. But will a criminal bent on destroying Trickster Tech separate them before he can stake his claim?

EXCERPT:

Delaney cleared his throat. Mark yelped and spun, bumping into the dresser next to the bed. The towel around his waist started to slip, and Delaney caught a glimpse of pale, muscled hip before he yanked the terrycloth back into place.

Panting, he glared at Delaney. “Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?” he yelled. “Do you even know how to knock?”

“I did,” Delaney said, trying to sound innocent. “You didn’t answer so I got worried. Didn’t know you were in the shower until I came in here.” And you were coming in there.

Without his glasses, Mark’s resemblance to a furious faun was even more striking. “God. I do not need any more of this tonight,” he growled.

“This what?”

“You, sneaking around and following me everywhere.” He scowled at Delaney’s groin. “Especially with another fucking hard on.”

For some reason, that cheered the shifter. “You noticed, huh?”

“Helen Keller would have noticed it, all right? Does it ever go down?”

“Not since this morning. I can’t help it, babe. I smell you and I get wood.”

“Oh, Jesus.” Mark edged next to the bed, clutching both towels now and looking hunted. “Look, I’m tired. I just want to put on some pajamas and crash, all right? I’ve had a really bad, weird day, so how about we can talk about shapeshifters and," he waved vaguely between them, "that other thing in the morning.”

Delaney ignored the slap of disappointment and nodded. “Okay. We’ll talk later when you’re not tired.”

Although you weren’t too tired to jerk off in the shower.

Mark’s cheeks blazed to life. “You listened to me?”

Oh, shit, he can hear my thoughts already? “I didn’t mean to, but coyotes have really good hearing,” Delaney said defensively. “At least you got off. My balls are aching so much I can barely walk straight.”

“So go to your own damn bathroom and rub one out there!”

“It’s not about getting off, dammit!” Delaney yelled back, before catching himself. “Okay, it’s not just about getting off. God, I really wish you were a shifter. Then you’d understand.”

“Well, I’m not a shifter,” Mark snapped, “so you’re just going to have to explain it to the stupid human.”

“I -- Jesus.” Delaney sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and find the right words. “Being drawn to a mate, it isn’t just physical. It’s emotional and spiritual as well.” He gestured at his groin. “Yes, I want to fuck you. That’s pretty damn obvious. I also want to know you. I want to talk to you, find out everything about you—where you grew up, what your family’s like, whether you like sports, what your favorite food is, your opinion on Steven Moffat, what you want to do with the rest of your life, all that. And I want you to get to know me, too.”

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AUTHOR BIO:

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).
    
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Topic Tuesday - Cultural Differences

Now, while you don't have to have traveled outside the country for this post, have you ever traveled somewhere and been struck by the differences between there and where you live or lived? What were they? Good? Bad? Why did they leave an impression on you?
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First of all, I want to thank everyone who visited with me during the Valentine's Day Blog Hop.  The winner was notified and her prize was emailed to her.  Starting Monday (2/17) and lasting all week, is my Love Story Book/Blog Tour.  I'm giving away all three ebooks as the grand prize so please stop by & enter!

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NOW...to answer the Topic Tuesday....I have been fortunate to travel to many countries so I may have a lot to say on this.  I've been to New Zealand, Australia, I've lived in France, and traveled through out Europe, including a quick trip to Sweden and Finland.  My first visit to Paris was 18 days after September 11th, 2001, and it was a tense trip to say the least.  New York City still had smoke and ash billowing about and armed guards with machine guns were patrolling the airports.  Every trash can in Paris had been sealed off because of bomb scares, so litter was in the streets.  Everyone treated us with something akin to pity that first trip.  My second trip back to Paris was just a year later, and the city had rebounded.  In 2004 I lived there for four months and by then I was telling people I was Canadian, because they once again hated Americans.  It's a shame the American citizen gets a bad rep from what our politicians do and say.

I live in Los Angeles, a very diverse culture I must say.  My boyfriend works in television so there's always someone from somewhere else.  I heard someone comment once that they were very surprised we have our flag everywhere.  It's on cars, trucks, the flag is flown from private homes and many businesses.  He was very surprised at our national pride.  

I've not been abroad since 2007 but my family and I are planning a Japan trip in about three years, once my son reaches age ten. Our goal is to climb Mt. Fuji.  The one thing I have learned in my many travels is that the world is a very small place.  I think if everyone could travel they'd see that language is the only thing that divides us, really.  We all have the same features, the same tastes, the same desires. 

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Flowers.  Chocolate.  Compliments.  Jewelry.  Dedicating a song or writing a poem. Doing all the things you don’t like to do for the one person who makes your world a better place. When I was twenty, any of the above would have made my Valentine’s Day.  Now that I’m a mom, washing the sink load of dishes means more than all the tea in China. 
The essence of romance might change over the course of our lifetime, but the sentiments don’t.  I love doing something unexpected, whether it’s simply cutting out hearts from construction paper and decorating my boyfriend’s office or sending him flowers.  People often complain that Valentine’s Day is too commercial, a way for the greeting card business to have a spike in sales.  But I think it’s a day to remind us that love is just as essential to our soul for a happy life.
And I’m not just talking about the romance between two people, but about nourishing yourself.  Your own heart.  Taking the time to do your favorite hobby, or reading your favorite book, or pampering yourself to a day at the spa.  If your soul is happy, you are happy.
Thanks for joining me on this Valentine’s Day blog hop!  I would love to make someone happy with a romantic ebook so all you have to do is leave a comment & a way to contact you (I promise not to spam you, I simply don’t have time to track you down), and one winner will be drawn at random.  Winner can choose any one of my titles!  And be sure to visit the others in this wonderful hop!
I hope your Valentine’s Day is truly magical in whatever form it takes.
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Saturday After Dark...WIP "When Dove Cries"

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J S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Theresa Stuart : http://oneuniquewomanswords.blogspot.com
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I decided to do something a little different for my Saturday After Dark moment, going with an excerpt from a WIP.  Usually, I don't like doing this because you never know when or if the story will be picked up by a publisher.  I also don’t like releasing the names of my titles before I get a contract on them because I once had a publisher change a title on me.  But, I’ve been working very hard on this story (the last book in a trilogy) and it’s near completion, so I thought I’d write a little backdoor action.
I hope you enjoy! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++           Cade grunted and he lifted Dove’s hips.  His cock slid almost all the way out of her but before she felt any loss, she felt Draven pushing into her ass.            “Don’t tense up,” Draven ordered and Dove took a deep breath.  “Good.  God, Dove, you’re so tight!”            In and in he went and the burning returned.  Dove held her breath, not sure if she was enjoying the new sensation.  But just as she thought she wanted to stop, Draven pulled out of her a little to give Cade room to push in.  They worked her like this for a minute or so, each going in little by little, letting her adjust to their double invasion.  It began to feel…amazing.  Nerves she never thought she had began to come alive, intensifying the feeling of two men sliding into her at different times, never letting her body have a break from the electrifying assault on her senses.            “You ready, Cade?” Draven asked, his voice a little gruff.              “Yeah,” Cade replied, answering with an equally strained tone.              Before she could ask what they meant, both men pulled out of her and then surged together, burying their cocks together at the same time.  Dove gasped, unable to believe the feeling of being totally consumed.  She had thought being filled with one or the other was amazing, but this was beyond words.  Beyond anything she had imagined.  They began to fuck her in earnest, both pumping into her holes, and her juices ran as everything inside her tightened around them.  Sweat dripped off each of them, making their bodies slick as they moved against one another.  Dove felt something building, something so intense she was almost scared to reach it, but there was no stopping the pleasure Draven and Cade wrung from her body, the feeling of being consumed.  She screamed as the dam broke, flinging her off into space with a climax so hard and earth shattering that darkness covered her vision.  Dimly she heard both men finding their own release and felt their cocks pumping deep within her body.  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Welcome Ashlynn Monroe- Excerpt from RUBY

Blurb:Isser and Sol's pack is in trouble. Jewel's newborn cubs are ill and the pack needs money to treat them. Leaving the more experienced wolves to protect the women and children, the two bounty hunters agree to undertake a questionable assignment from known criminal Linus Lilymann. He wants them to find his stolen ruby and he insists he can't possibly go to the police. Normally, Sol and Isser wouldn't even consider it, but right now, it looks like the cubs only chance.

The mission turns out to be not what the expected at all. For one thing, Ruby's a person, not a jewel. And for another, she's a dangerous tiger shifter who escaped her kidnappers only to spend her life in a convent worshipping a cat goddess. She's never been out in the world, she's utterly unprepared to deal with men like Sol and Isser, and what's worse, her first shift and her first sexual heat will happen on her twenty-fifth birthday. Soon. And only sex will help her hold onto her humanity.

A tiger in heat will make a mate--or a meal--out of her first lover. Sol and Isser might be able to help her, but if they fail, their entire pack will suffer. It's a difficult decision: protect the pack or protect their new treasure.

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Excerpt; Sol gripped the shuttle’s comm and turned it off. They didn’t want any ships to hail them. He set the coordinates in the computer to take them to the planet Atala. “I wish we were closer. Every second counts, and I want to earn this bounty and get back home. Linus Lilymann—huh, he’s such a crook. You know we’re probably looking for stolen, stolen property,” Sol complained.
“I know, but Lilymann has plenty of money. This is important to him if he’s willing to contract professional bounty hunters. He doesn’t get the goods until we get paid.”
“Fair enough. You were the one to get the details. What exactly are we hunting?” Sol asked. His eyebrow rose.
“His ruby was stolen,” Isser replied.

“His ruby? As in singular? One gem?”
“That’s what he said. He said it’s the ruby he’s always wanted, and he needs it back before the full moon. A woman took it. We’re not supposed to take the gem from her. He wants us to bring the woman instead. He said she has it, without a doubt, and just to bring her back to him, alive, and that’s it. He gave me this bit of fabric. It bears her scent. She smells a bit strange, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
Sol took the scrap of pale material and pressed it to his nose. He inhaled sharply.
“You’re right. This scent isn’t quite human. Even the most mutated human wouldn’t smell like this. It’s not like anything I’ve encountered before. It’s almost wolf, but different. Strange.” He sighed and shrugged as he handed the clue back to Isser. “I hate hunting women, even thieves. Makis would never have accepted this job...” Sol paused and rubbed his tired eyes. “If Jewel and her pups die, the pack will never be home again. I doubt Rion and Makis would even survive. Rion might because he has Boon to think about, but Makis wouldn’t have anything if they all three die. If we weren’t on the run, we could take out credit. They’d already have had the benefit of a doctor. Even free from the clan, we are still suffering. I pray to the gods someday we’ll have true safety to live in the old way. Jewel is the glue holding us together. Everything turns to shit when she dies.”
“Don’t...fucking...talk...like...that... Just don’t! Makis is our leader. He’d never leave us by choice.” Isser sounded younger than his years and even a little frightened. The way he said leader could’ve easily been substituted for father.
“You feel it, the way it is for the three of them. Don’t tell me you haven’t woken to a wave of passion in the middle of the night. Occasionally, I’d experience the strong impression of the possessiveness and awe those two have for her. That’s the dream, to love like nothing else matters. It’s why we risked everything to leave the clan. I doubt I’ll ever have what they have, but it’s beautiful. I wouldn’t want to live if I lost a mate and that kind of perfect, forever love.”
Sol heard the clatter of Isser’s seat belt releasing. He turned and noticed his brother’s enraged scowl as the man crouched down in the single pilot compartment next to him. “We can’t think like she’s going to die. We do the job, and we get them what they need. We make it better, got it?”
Sol nodded, but the horror echoing from Isser’s subconscious hit him in waves of agony. They’d all lost family and community once. The idea of losing what they had slammed into his heart with agonizing force.
“At least we won’t have to go through any wormholes. Sit back and relax, Bro. We’re on our way,” Isser muttered. He gave his brother a quick look before he punched the accelerator on the old ship. The stars stretched out into long lines around them as they sped through space in the direction of planet Atala. The money they needed to take care of their pack waited for them.  * * * * Ruby ached all over. Sleeping on the cold ground wasn’t what she was accustomed to doing. Her life of learning and prayer hadn’t prepared her for being on the run. Since her escape, she’d managed to avoid the men searching for her by staying in the dark woodland. New men, more skilled trackers, had joined her kidnappers. The idea of so many males hunting her was terrifying. She suffered, so ill, her whole body burning, as if it were on fire. The primal wilderness wasn’t helping her hold on to her civilized humanity. The tiger wanted freedom. Ruby missed her warm, safe bed back at the house of worship. Her pussy throbbed, and she glanced up at the sky superstitiously. She’d been warned about the urges. She wanted meat, rare—raw, delicious meat. The desire struck her as odd since she’d grown up on a vegetarian diet.
Her mind wandered to the many ceremonies where the male devotees worshipped in the temple. Ruby remembered singing the hymns with passion as she observed the women riding the hard cocks of their silent lovers. Little arrows of excitement darted through her core as she imagined hairless, purified male bodies naked and chained. They lay in a state of helpless arousal during the full moon.
Her fingers brushed her mound through her tattered robes. She moaned. Pleasuring herself before her consecration was a terrible sin against the goddess, so she stopped and ignored the ache for release. If she didn’t get back to her planet, and the house of worship, she’d die. She’d escaped before they could deliver her, but somewhere on this world lurked the man who’d paid for her kidnapping. She’d heard the monsters talking. They knew her time was running out. Luckily, her change had given her the strength to escape, but now that power had left her. This world didn’t have the red burning moon of her home, but the lack of astronomical markers wasn’t stopping her body from the tormenting effects of her first heat.
Panting, she lay in the cool grass, trying to focus on the sensation of the cold dew instead of how much she craved the end of her virginity. If she were home, she’d be lying naked, awaiting the male worshippers who would unleash the cat inside her. Until today, she’d dreaded the experience, but now she needed sex.
A wave of dizziness hit her. Light-headed, Ruby sat up. The early-dawn light burned strangely bright. She lifted her hand to shield her eyes, and the action caused her to notice her nails. Gasping, she pulled her hand closer to her face. Her eyes widened, and her lip trembled. She squeezed her mouth tightly shut to stop the tremble. Terror gripped her. The bitter taste of bile rose up in her throat. The nasty flavor caused her to suck in a deep breath as she fought to maintain her composure. Her nails had grown into sharp claws, and each of her knuckles had a frightening patch of hair jutting out from her skin.
She wanted to kill prey and eat it. A consecrated youth learned the virtue of a sweet and serene attitude. Now she desired violence as her inner agitation escalated. Her stomach rolled. Hunger had always been a usual part of her daily routine. Showing restraint at all times, included meals, was part of her ritualistic worship practices, but she’d never experienced such a gripping demand for sustenance. Agony curled her into a ball. She took deep breaths through her nose and exhaled deeply out of her mouth. When the torment subsided, Ruby stretched. Sitting in the dirt wasn’t going to fill her belly. A strange urge to hunt made her restless.
She didn’t have the slightest idea about how to stalk prey, and yet her tiger wanted to do it. The beast had always been deep inside her, but this was the first time her inner animal was strong enough to control her. She didn’t like it. The sensation of losing control shook her with terrifying ferocity. Every moment she became more feline than human. Nothing made sense this morning. Her mind filled with images of animals running, but instead of thinking of them as creatures, she thought of them as delicious food. Her breath caught. She battled the impulse to run off into the wilderness and hunt. This foreign woodland taunted her with its majesty. Lost and alone, she wasn’t sure where to go. What remained of her rational thought reminded her she needed to find a way back to her sanctuary. The old mother would know what to do. The other tiger priestesses would help her through this transition.
A noise caused her to sit up. At least two light-footed creatures were running. Instinct changed the way her senses brought information to her brain. Everything hit her mind so much more richly and yet in a truly primal way that left her feeling off-kilter. She tried to stand, but the world spun, and she landed hard on her ass. Ruby moaned, closing her eyes. Cramps filled her stomach. This pain clawed her much worse than her monthly cycle, this fire burned through her—killing her. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath.
“Who are you?” The gruff male voice terrified her. Ruby’s eyes opened quickly. She lay too weak to flee. She must have fallen unconscious for a few moments. Her body wouldn’t respond, as it stayed worthless for moving or fighting. This affliction had taken a great toll. Terror grew exponentially as her blurry vision sharpened, and she realized just how large and imposing the male’s body truly appeared. She could smell him. He wasn’t human.
“I am Ruby, devotee of the cat goddess,” she managed to respond. This man wasn’t one of her attackers. They’d been human. This male was like her. Shifter. His warm amber eyes weren’t cruel. His hair was long, black. He wore it tied back in a ponytail. He was handsome. She didn’t have much experience with men, but this one was so unmistakably perfect she was able to register his masculine beauty even in her condition.
“Shit! Damn it, Lilymann is fucking with us. This is the girl,” said the male who’d questioned her. “Do you smell her? I think we’ve been played.” Weakness lingered, and she couldn’t open her eyes, but he wasn’t talking to her.
“You’re right. The scent is different now, but it’s definitely her. She’s—oh gods, no, that spiciness—she’s a tigress,” replied another man. “That’s what smelled off about her scent. She’s never shifted. That’s why we couldn’t tell. Tigers don’t shift until they go into heat. Damn it!”
She managed to open her heavy eyelids. The second man was almost as beautiful as the first man was. His hair was much lighter, and she marveled at the various shades of blond, light brown, and red that glinted in the sunlight. This stranger had hair any woman would envy, but there was nothing feminine about the sculpted masculinity of his face. He was incredible. He was also...different. She’d seen men who wanted to serve, but these men looked ready to dominate. They frightened her, but she also found them fascinating. He glanced at her, and they made eye contact. His eyes were such a deep green they reminded her of the forest. The image of a wolf leaping over a fallen log filled her brain, and she drew in a deep breath. She sighed before the exhaustion became too much, and her eyes closed again of their own accord. Ruby laid her head down in the dirt as she gave up the struggle. The weakness was intolerable, but she knew no remedy except returning home to the goddess.
“We aren’t looking for a gem. She’s the ruby. Oh gods, how were we so stupid as to believe this hunt would be as simple of a matter as stolen property?”
She had no idea what property he referred to, and she didn’t care. She hadn’t taken anything from anyone. Ruby drew in another deep breath, and her brain registered what was bothering her. These men were shifters—wolves. Why wolves would agree to hunt another shifter was a mystery to her. Her curiosity didn’t last long. Pain raced through her abdomen, tearing a cry from her lips. She hurt so badly she curled into a fetal position. She didn’t care what happened to her anymore, because she was dying. No one could hurt this bad and survive. She agonized over the emptiness of life cut too short and unfinished days. She wished for another day—an hour even—just to enjoy existence. As she lost consciousness, the darkness swept away her pain, and she sighed with relief.
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  Another year is on our doorstep.  Out goes 2013 and in comes the promise of something new, something better.  New Year’s Eve builds our hope that the coming year will be different.  That we’ll be different.  Some will vow to finally lose weight.  Some will vow to quit smoking, work harder, be a better person or spend more time with the kids.  Resolutions are a tradition and yet breaking them is also a tradition.  Some of us even make bets on when they’ll be broken.

I make the same pledge every year…to live life to the fullest of each day.  And I don’t mean I have to go out and climb a mountain every day.  What I mean is living life to the needs and wants I have that morning when I wake up.  It may be just getting enough energy to take a shower after a night of insomnia.  It may be finishing the chapter that’s been giving me a headache.  Or, it may simply be taking my son to the park after school.  I never want to realize at the end of the day that I didn’t do something that made me feel good about myself.             But that doesn’t mean I don’t an extra resolution or two.  My family is taking a trip to Japan in 2017 to climb Mt. Fuji and I need to be in shape to hike up that mountain so I resolve to hit the gym at least three days a week.  I also resolve to be a best selling writer (hey, positive thoughts never hurt anyone, right?). 
For whatever resolution you may have or make, I wish you nothing but the best.  Happy New Year, the birth of 2014.  I raise my glass and toast to the promise of a new beginning.  Happy writing.  Happy reading.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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I'll be giving away a PDF ebook of my featured book Lights, Camera, Love Story! 
Blurb:

Jake Coolidge is Hollywood’s hot new star.  Growing up in Los Angeles among the film sets his father worked on, Jake knows fame is fickle so he lives life to the fullest.  He never has to search far for a pretty face with an amazing body to fill his bed, and he never, ever, promises fidelity.
Norah Scaritt has lived her whole life in a fantasy world.  Knowing she would never be the girl to wear a bikini or short shorts, she’s come to accept that she has curves even though she secretly wishes she was one of the slim, beautiful models that decorates Jake’s arm.
She’s written a movie script that she knows Jake will be perfect for, but she’s ill prepared for the magnetic attraction she feels for him.  As she tries to form a professional bond with him, his hot and cold attitude breaks her heart one too many times.  Can Jake save a love that he denied before he’s lost the only person that ever really mattered?
Excerpt:
“Hello?” she asked softly.“Hello, Norah Scaritt?” a deep male voice asked.“Yes?”“This is Jake Coolidge. I work with your cousin Jill.”Norah’s mind went blank. She pulled her phone away and looked at it, as if that was going to give her divine answers to thinking. Oh god! And that’s as far as her brain got.“Hello? Miss Scaritt?”“Uh…yes. I’m here.” She hoped Jake Coolidge could not hear the breathless quiver in her voice. She glanced behind her at the other customers and got out of line so she could have a private moment with Jake Coolidge!She moved the phone away to clear her throat and then returned it. But it was impossible to steady her pounding heartbeat so she didn’t even try.“Yes, Mr. Coolidge, I’m here. How may I help you?” She gave a fist pump her voice came out sounding normal.“Last month Jill gave me your script to read and I was hoping we could meet for lunch and talk about it.”Had she just died?Because no frickin’ way had Jake Coolidge just asked her to lunch! “Definitely,” she murmured calmly. “Is there a day that works well with you?”“How about tomorrow?”“I am free tomorrow.”“Great. I live in Malibu. There’s a great little café on the PCH, just past Las Floras Canyon Road called The Applegate. Meet me there about noon?”“That sounds nice. Thank you for your call.”He gave a smooth chuckle. “My pleasure. See you tomorrow, Miss Scaritt.”And he clicked off. Norah stood there for a long moment, staring at her phone, wondering if she’d just dreamed the whole conversation with Jake Coolidge.Jake frickin’ Coolidge!She jumped up in the air with a whoop of joy and then danced in a circle. It took her a few minutes to realize that she was still in the post office and everyone in line was looking at her and smiling.She held up the phone. “Good news.”The woman closest to her smiled. “Congratulations. Is this your package?”“Oh. Yeah. Holy heck, I’ve got to run. Thank you!”She grabbed the box and hurried out the door, her fingers already speed-dialing Jill. Her cousin answered on the second ring.“Guess who I have a lunch date with tomorrow?” she asked, not even bothering to give a greeting.“Um, Brad Pitt?”“Why would I have a lunch date with Brad Pitt?”“How would I know?”“Jake Coolidge called me!”“Really? He must have read your screenplay!”“Yep. That’s what he wants to talk about. What do you think that means?”“I think it means he wants to talk about your screenplay.”


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Saturday After Dark ....Lights, Camera, Love Story

It's been a while since I was able to participate in Saturday After Dark so I decided to post an excerpt from my newest novel Lights, Camera, Love Story. book 3 in the Love Story series.  I used my own knowledge on how the industry works to put together a story of a script writer trying to get her work known.  My boyfriend, Brian, is the graphic artist for Tosh.O on Comedy Central, (
Now, to set up this scene, Jake and Norah had just finished a pseudo date.  He went home to his place and she to hers.  Jake is a sort of man-slut and I do love writing the man whore.  They're so much fun when they crash and burn into love, which is exactly what Jake does in this novel.  Although Jake doesn't want to feel attracted to Norah, who is not his type at all, he can't get her out of his mind.
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He stepped under the hot spray and soaked up the heat, letting his muscles relax one by one.  Yeah, he swore when he decided to pursue acting that he’d follow his gut on roles, and his gut was pointing directly toward Norah Scaritt.  Well, so was his dick but he wasn’t going to act on that.              Of course, that led to thoughts of her being in this shower with him.  Standing close to him, skin to skin, her breasts touching his chest and her nipples hardening into turgid points of need.  He’d suck them.  Lick them.  He’d slide his cock between them and fuck them.  He’d have Norah fall to her knees and take him into her hot little mouth to suck him down.              Ah hell, the image was so strong in his mind that his body jerked and he couldn’t stop himself from fisting his dick.  He’d have her bend over while he fucked her tight little cunt, holding onto her hips as he pounded into her, going deeper and harder with each thrust.            Oh, shit.  There was no way to stop his orgasm as it crashed through his body and he moaned Norah’s name, unable to help himself.  Cum splashed against the tile wall, only to have it carried away by the water beating down upon his head.  His heart raced furiously in his chest and he almost crashed to his knees.  He reached up and turned off the shower as he gulped in deep breaths of air.
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Blurb:
Jake Coolidge is Hollywood’s hot new star. Growing up in Los Angeles among the film sets his father worked on, Jake knows fame is fickle, so he lives life to the fullest. He never has to search far for a pretty face with an amazing body to fill his bed, and he never, ever, promises fidelity.

Norah Scaritt has lived her whole life in a fantasy world. Knowing she would never be the girl to wear a bikini or short shorts, she’s come to accept that she has curves even though she secretly wishes she was one of the slim, beautiful models that decorates Jake’s arm.

She’s written a movie script that she knows Jake will be perfect for, but she’s ill prepared for the magnetic attraction she feels for him. As she tries to form a professional bond with him, his hot and cold attitude breaks her heart one too many times. Can Jake save a love that he's denied before he loses the only person that ever really mattered?

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Excerpt from Stacey Espino's new book COWBOYS MINE

COWBOYS MINE by Stacey Espino
Western Menage (MFM) Romance
Releasing January 22ndfrom Evernight Publishing
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Blurb
Eva Ford lives a sheltered life on her small rural farm. At twenty-two, she feels the need to spread her wings and start her own life, planning a trip to the city to show her prized cows. Colton and North McReed from the next ranch over are determined to make sure she stays out of trouble. Twin brothers, Colton and North, have always loved little Eva. She's their rock in life, the one pure thing in their otherwise dark existence. Their abusive father ran out on the family years ago and their mother suffers from a serious addiction. They never look at Eva with desire...until they spend a week alone with her in the city.Everything changes when Eva and the cowboys realize just how deep their love for each other runs. Once their passion is unleashed, it's impossible to contain. But can their unorthodox relationship last? Will sex ruin the friendship of a lifetime?

Excerpt
North was ready to brawl. In fact, he craved it like never before. Pain would be preferable to the ache in his heart. Somewhere along the line he began to see Eva as more than the sweet girl next door. Somewhere along the line he’d fallen in love. What he didn’t understand was Colton’s sudden disinterest. Their feelings for Eva always mirrored each other’s. Half the time when he’d escape to the Ford house, Colton was already there. They’d come on the trip specifically to keep Eva out of trouble, but instead, his twin was turning a blind eye. They ate dinner in silence. North watched the sky turn from blue to black, every darkening shade bringing his anxiety to a new level. She still wasn’t back. God knows what that cowboy was doing with little Eva. The thought of his filthy hands on her made his blood boil. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could sit still with his imagination running wild. He was just about to bolt from his seat when the door to the trailer opened. Cool air flooded the interior and the sound of Eva clearing her throat made every live wire inside him suddenly lose power. He exhaled a nervous breath, glad she was at least home safely. “Told you I’d be back in one piece,” she said as she hung up her cardigan. “There’s no need to go hunting me down. Seriously.”She started to climb up into the loft. “Where’s lover boy?” asked North, no humor in his tone.“His name is Wade, and he just dropped me off, like a perfect gentleman.”“That why he had his lips all over you?” asked Colton. His brother was just as unimpressed, even though he’d condoned the behavior.“Hush you!” Eva slipped under the covers.“You haven’t eaten,” said North.“Wade bought me dinner.”He ground his teeth together, stifling a growl. The sound of that man’s name on Eva’s lips made him see red. If he never heard the name again it would be too soon. They secured the trailer and turned out the lights before joining Eva in the bed. He tossed his shirt and lay down on his back, staring up at the low ceiling. She was already comfortable, obviously not feeling the volatile energy keeping him awake. He kept as far to his side as possible, the cold wall of the trailer chilling his arm. Every time she shifted in the bed, he tensed. “I’m cold,” she murmured, cuddling closer to him. The heat of her body scorched his bare skin. In a matter of days, everything changed for him. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he wished he could go back to the way things were. Uncomplicated.He tried to get away from her but he was trapped in the tight confines of the sleeping area. He held his breath as she ran her palm over his chest, over and over in small circles. Her touch had always been soothing—not so much anymore.“What’s wrong with you?” she whispered against his neck. His eyes lolled back in his head. Even her fucking breath was sweet. “Nothing. Go to sleep, Eva.”“You’re acting weird, North. Is this because of Wade?”He decided the cowboy was a safer topic than his changing feelings for her. “I don’t trust him.”“Why not?”“Just don’t is all.” He rolled to his side and away from her. It didn’t feel right going to sleep on a sour note, but he couldn’t have this discussion now. Mrs. Ford was the one to teach him and Colton not to speak out of passion. It was always best to confront a person with a level head, after cooling off and replaying the events over in your head. He usually didn’t take the advice, but tonight felt like a good time to start. “Will you two quiet down,” said Colton.Eva pressed her body against his back. Why had he taken off his shirt? He needed layers between them—many, many layers. “I know what I’m doing,” she said in a whisper. “You don’t have to worry about me.”“I’d worry less if you spent more time with Bessie and Ruby than that drifter.”“He’s not a drifter.”“Why you defending him?” he asked. “You act like you’re already an item.”She kissed his shoulder. “I just want you to be happy for me, North.”“It doesn’t matter what I think.” “It does. You’re the one who taught me how to rope a calf, and even though it took me weeks to learn, you never got impatient. You protected me when Jameson’s dogs got loose.” She ran her hand delicately down his arm, her fingers lingering over the raised scars on his forearm. “You bought me a corsage when no boy asked me to prom. Remember when the three of us danced in the rain that night? My dress was covered in mud.”“I remember.”“Well those are just examples of why I love you so much. It doesn’t feel right doing anything without your blessing.”He wasn’t sure he could ever give her what she wanted.


 About the AuthorStacey Espino resides in beautiful Ontario, Canadawhere she is busy raising her five children with her loving husband. She loves being a Canadian but could do without the brutal winters. She enjoys writing erotic romance that will have you squirming in your seat. From hardcore cowboys to alpha shifters, she has you covered! Stacey also writes alternative m/m romance as Winona Wilder.
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Topic Tuesday - Support Groups

This week I want to talk about the people in your life. Are they supportive of your writing or other life decisions? Is your support system more virtual, personal, or blood tied to you?++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Hello, my name is Beth and I...am a writer.

Sorry, my drifted as I typed the topic.  The closest people in my life are very supportive of me writing extremely hot, sexy sex scenes.  I mean, I’m talking downright raunchy: anal sex, spanking, male on male, threesomes…most things my Italian Catholic family frowns upon.  My grandmother passed before I was published so I haven’t a clue what she’d say, but she was a wicked little thing that always said, “It’s called fucking.  If you can do it you can say it.”  So I think she’d be very pleased with me.
I’ve only a couple of people who refuses to support me at all.  One was someone I considered a close friend.  This so called friend expected me to read and support all of her writing efforts but thinks the stories I write is porn so refuses to even consider reading anything I’ve written, even the more sedate things.  That hurts. 
But most of my support does come from social media, like Facebook.  I’ve met and made some fabulous friends there.  Never underestimate the power of being in a community, even if it’s online, that supports you unconditionally.