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December 1, 2013
Smutty Advent begins!
Jason looked at Sammy, the ladder, the broken gutter, back at Sammy and his crooked arm. “Yeah, we’re in trouble."
Jason and Sammy are from the Between Friends series.
Happy December everyone!
Jason and Sammy are from the Between Friends series.
Happy December everyone!
November 20, 2013
Velvet Song is out!
The Velvet Glove is rebuilding after the destruction of the bombing. Everything is will be new and improved, and a new generation of men will be taking over the day to day running of the place.
Efren is one such man. Promoted from simple trainer to in charge of the training salles, he’s focused on getting the place up and running along with Hawk and Jester. Something is distracting him, though, pulling at him.
Mabon, a Setian – a race that’s ultra-sensitive to pheromones and the chemistry of love and sex – is one of the workers brought in to paint the new walls. He knows he’s not allowed to interact with the Glove residents, none of the workers are, but for him it’s especially important given his race. He too has been distracted, though, a song building inside him.
When Efren and Mabon finally meet, they are immediately drawn to each other as surely as two magnets. Efren is sure they are meant to be, but Mabon is worried. They come from two very different stations in life and he knows he’s about to be sent away. Can they really find a happy ending together, or are they doomed from the start?
You can buy it here.
There's a sample here.
November 18, 2013
My God It's Monday!
Very busy today, getting organized for getting on a plane at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning. Getting on that plane, however, means I get to spend a couple of weeks with my best friend, so it's worth the far too early morning sacrifice.
I have a yummy cover to share -- this is for Cupcakes, a novella with Dreamspinner Press that will be out in early 2014 -- I don't have an exact date yet, but I'll share once I do.
I have a yummy cover to share -- this is for Cupcakes, a novella with Dreamspinner Press that will be out in early 2014 -- I don't have an exact date yet, but I'll share once I do.
November 14, 2013
SWAK: Shaving now out!
Cord is into shaving, finding it an intimate act, especially how a sub really needs to trust him to let him near his face and neck with a very sharp straight razor. Some years ago, Cord’s sub, Liam, left him, not willing to even try a full-body shave. Ever since, Cord’s been spending his Friday nights at the club, shaving subs for their Masters. It isn’t the same as having a boy of his own, but at least he gets to work his magic with the straight razor.
One evening, Liam unexpectedly sends Cord a drink, and he finds himself drawn to the back booth where his former sub is sitting. Cord never stopped caring for Liam, and now there’s something different about Liam, something intriguing.
Could this be a new beginning for Cord and Liam?
There's an excerpt here.
You can buy it here.
I'm really enjoying doing the SWAK series books. As the first three were kinks that began with "P" and this last one began with an "S", I guess I need to come up with two more that begin with "S"!
November 13, 2013
For Love and Money and Horsing Around Anthology now out!
My short story For Love and Money is now out -- you can get it in the Horsing Around anthology or on its own!
Deon Jerome has it all -- fame and fortune, thanks to his pro football career. The only problem is that his agent has booked him to do an advertisement for a big sponsor riding a horse and Deon is terrified of the beasts. When he can't get out of it, he turns to his secret lover Truck, a big animal vet, for help.
It's not easy having a relationship with a deep in the closet football player and Truck is more than willing to have Deon around for the weekend so they can have some time together. Can he help Deon get over his fear of horses? And could that lead to overcoming other fears as well?
This story is also available in the Horsing Around anthology.
there's an excerpt here
Deon Jerome has it all -- fame and fortune, thanks to his pro football career. The only problem is that his agent has booked him to do an advertisement for a big sponsor riding a horse and Deon is terrified of the beasts. When he can't get out of it, he turns to his secret lover Truck, a big animal vet, for help.
It's not easy having a relationship with a deep in the closet football player and Truck is more than willing to have Deon around for the weekend so they can have some time together. Can he help Deon get over his fear of horses? And could that lead to overcoming other fears as well?
This story is also available in the Horsing Around anthology.
there's an excerpt here
November 12, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday: G.R. Richards
Boxers or briefs?
What, buttless leather chaps isn't an option?
Favorite position to write?
Lying on my couch with my computer in my lap.
Favorite kink to write?
Cuffs, collars, and cages!
Tattoos or piercings?
Oh, tattoos all the way home.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Gettin' a little political, there. I don't want to make any enemies.
What's your favorite thing about The Brothers of Hogg's Hollow?
This might sound weird, but (aside from it being the first novella I ever wrote), I really love the kids in this story. Fernando lives with his brother, sister-in-law, and their children. There's something really attractive about a dude who's good kids, and who gets on really well with his family.
To Fernando, family means everything. He works as the brawn of his big brother Gerry's decking business, and he lives with Gerry's family. Nothing in life could make him consider leaving his flesh and blood...except Malcolm.
Despite Gerry's rule against fraternizing with clients, Fernando can't hide his attraction to "Professor Hottie," the young classics instructor who put himself through school working in construction. When Gerry takes an impromptu vacation to save his marriage, he leaves Fernando to babysit the kids and the business.
Malcolm lends an expert hand around the jobsite and helps out around the house, but can he convince Fernando to leave his brother's home and build a life together?
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Fernando tried to keep his head on straight as he explained the procedure, but Malcolm was an old hand. He didn’t require much instruction. While Fernando cut lengths of cedar to size, trying with all his willpower to keep his eyes off Malcolm’s surging biceps, Malcolm got to out his hammer and went at his task full force. Between cuts, he caught snippets of Malcolm singing, “I’d rather be a hammer than a nail,” and Fernando stored that away as pertinent information.
When the early-afternoon sun beamed penetrating rays into their skin, Malcolm stood at the base of his half-built stairs. Facing the house, he wrapped his fingers around the fabric at the base of his tank and pulled it slowly up and over his head. The muscles in his back writhed in conjunction as he mopped the sweat from his gleaming head before tucking the length of cotton into the back of his cargo pants. The sun shone on him from directly overhead, like it was blessing him from above. He was spotless in that pool of light. No mottled shadows from the leaves overhead or patchwork silhouettes of clouds in the blue, blue sky. Only Malcolm, his dark rippled flesh gleaming like ebony on show. Watching this scene, Fernando backed away from the circular saw. He knew he was way too distracted to operate machinery.
All this time, they hadn’t spoken to each other in any real sense—the circular saw prevented conversation, and maybe that was a blessing in disguise. If they’d had an opportunity to talk, Fernando was sure he’d slip and ask, “Why? Why the quick change? That first day, I went home fantasizing about you. You were nice to me. More than nice. After that, I was nobody to you. You stared at me from the upstairs window, but you wouldn’t even look me in the eye when you came outside to talk to Gerry. Did I do something wrong? Or do I scare you? And do you think about me when I’m not around? Because I think of you. I think of you all the time—I can barely concentrate on anything else but you. Working is nearly impossible when I know you’re inside looking out. Who am I to you?”
When he realized Malcolm had turned to face him, Fernando snapped himself out of his heart-wrenching reverie. Abs…abs…God, those abs!
“Do you want me, too?” Malcolm asked. Tossing his hammer spinning in the air, he reached out to grab the handle, but then second-guessed himself and recoiled. It fell to the dusty ground and he leaned down sheepishly to collect it.
Fernando was sure he hadn’t heard correctly, but his heart raced all the same. “Huh?”
“Do you want me to fix us some lunch?” he repeated.
Taking off his safety glasses, Fernando chuckled to himself and rubbed the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his T-shirt. He fully intended to accept, but instead found himself saying, “I usually just grab a burger and fries or whatever.”
Malcolm pressed his hammer end to end. “Well, I’m sure that goes a great length to explaining your iffy tummy. If you eat wretched foods every day, your body is bound to rebel. Let me prepare you a treat for the gustatory senses—do you like taboule?”
“Sure,” Fernando replied, though he didn’t recognize half the words in that sentence.
“These temperatures are baffling. We used to get snow in May, and now we’re into extreme heat alerts. It really is quite alarming.”
Fernando watched the subtle motion of Malcolm’s abdominal muscles as he spoke. “Yeah.”
“If you can spare me, I’d rather like to jump in the shower before I start on lunch,” he went on.
With a nod, Fernando gazed across the lower level joists. Gerry and Malcolm had settled on diagonal boards across the expanse, which meant innumerable measurements and cuts. No way he’d be able to concentrate intensely enough to get them right with Professor Hottie’s writhing muscles hijacking his attention. “Yeah, I’ve still got plenty to do out here.”
He put his safety glasses back on, but when Malcolm didn’t budge, he didn’t either. Standing behind the circular saw, he looked through scratched plastic lenses at the god with no shirt. Malcolm smiled, and he smiled back. How could he not smile in the face of brilliant eyes and gleaming flesh?
Without another word, Malcolm turned tail and headed up newly constructed stairs and across the plywood pathway set down across bare joists. When he’d pushed open the sliding glass door, he turned around yet again. The look in his eyes was intense but indecipherable. And then he ducked into the house and was consumed by darkness...
Guys growl for G.R. Richards Erotica
http://grrichards.webs.com
http://twitter.com/GRRerotica
What, buttless leather chaps isn't an option?
Favorite position to write?
Lying on my couch with my computer in my lap.
Favorite kink to write?
Cuffs, collars, and cages!
Tattoos or piercings?
Oh, tattoos all the way home.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Gettin' a little political, there. I don't want to make any enemies.
What's your favorite thing about The Brothers of Hogg's Hollow?
This might sound weird, but (aside from it being the first novella I ever wrote), I really love the kids in this story. Fernando lives with his brother, sister-in-law, and their children. There's something really attractive about a dude who's good kids, and who gets on really well with his family.
To Fernando, family means everything. He works as the brawn of his big brother Gerry's decking business, and he lives with Gerry's family. Nothing in life could make him consider leaving his flesh and blood...except Malcolm.
Despite Gerry's rule against fraternizing with clients, Fernando can't hide his attraction to "Professor Hottie," the young classics instructor who put himself through school working in construction. When Gerry takes an impromptu vacation to save his marriage, he leaves Fernando to babysit the kids and the business.
Malcolm lends an expert hand around the jobsite and helps out around the house, but can he convince Fernando to leave his brother's home and build a life together?
Buy Link
Fernando tried to keep his head on straight as he explained the procedure, but Malcolm was an old hand. He didn’t require much instruction. While Fernando cut lengths of cedar to size, trying with all his willpower to keep his eyes off Malcolm’s surging biceps, Malcolm got to out his hammer and went at his task full force. Between cuts, he caught snippets of Malcolm singing, “I’d rather be a hammer than a nail,” and Fernando stored that away as pertinent information.
When the early-afternoon sun beamed penetrating rays into their skin, Malcolm stood at the base of his half-built stairs. Facing the house, he wrapped his fingers around the fabric at the base of his tank and pulled it slowly up and over his head. The muscles in his back writhed in conjunction as he mopped the sweat from his gleaming head before tucking the length of cotton into the back of his cargo pants. The sun shone on him from directly overhead, like it was blessing him from above. He was spotless in that pool of light. No mottled shadows from the leaves overhead or patchwork silhouettes of clouds in the blue, blue sky. Only Malcolm, his dark rippled flesh gleaming like ebony on show. Watching this scene, Fernando backed away from the circular saw. He knew he was way too distracted to operate machinery.
All this time, they hadn’t spoken to each other in any real sense—the circular saw prevented conversation, and maybe that was a blessing in disguise. If they’d had an opportunity to talk, Fernando was sure he’d slip and ask, “Why? Why the quick change? That first day, I went home fantasizing about you. You were nice to me. More than nice. After that, I was nobody to you. You stared at me from the upstairs window, but you wouldn’t even look me in the eye when you came outside to talk to Gerry. Did I do something wrong? Or do I scare you? And do you think about me when I’m not around? Because I think of you. I think of you all the time—I can barely concentrate on anything else but you. Working is nearly impossible when I know you’re inside looking out. Who am I to you?”
When he realized Malcolm had turned to face him, Fernando snapped himself out of his heart-wrenching reverie. Abs…abs…God, those abs!
“Do you want me, too?” Malcolm asked. Tossing his hammer spinning in the air, he reached out to grab the handle, but then second-guessed himself and recoiled. It fell to the dusty ground and he leaned down sheepishly to collect it.
Fernando was sure he hadn’t heard correctly, but his heart raced all the same. “Huh?”
“Do you want me to fix us some lunch?” he repeated.
Taking off his safety glasses, Fernando chuckled to himself and rubbed the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his T-shirt. He fully intended to accept, but instead found himself saying, “I usually just grab a burger and fries or whatever.”
Malcolm pressed his hammer end to end. “Well, I’m sure that goes a great length to explaining your iffy tummy. If you eat wretched foods every day, your body is bound to rebel. Let me prepare you a treat for the gustatory senses—do you like taboule?”
“Sure,” Fernando replied, though he didn’t recognize half the words in that sentence.
“These temperatures are baffling. We used to get snow in May, and now we’re into extreme heat alerts. It really is quite alarming.”
Fernando watched the subtle motion of Malcolm’s abdominal muscles as he spoke. “Yeah.”
“If you can spare me, I’d rather like to jump in the shower before I start on lunch,” he went on.
With a nod, Fernando gazed across the lower level joists. Gerry and Malcolm had settled on diagonal boards across the expanse, which meant innumerable measurements and cuts. No way he’d be able to concentrate intensely enough to get them right with Professor Hottie’s writhing muscles hijacking his attention. “Yeah, I’ve still got plenty to do out here.”
He put his safety glasses back on, but when Malcolm didn’t budge, he didn’t either. Standing behind the circular saw, he looked through scratched plastic lenses at the god with no shirt. Malcolm smiled, and he smiled back. How could he not smile in the face of brilliant eyes and gleaming flesh?
Without another word, Malcolm turned tail and headed up newly constructed stairs and across the plywood pathway set down across bare joists. When he’d pushed open the sliding glass door, he turned around yet again. The look in his eyes was intense but indecipherable. And then he ducked into the house and was consumed by darkness...
Guys growl for G.R. Richards Erotica
http://grrichards.webs.com
http://twitter.com/GRRerotica
November 11, 2013
My God It's Monday
First off, it's Remembrance Day here in Canada -- so thank you to all our veterans.
I've been waking up way too early in the mornings and it's been going on since the time change. Need it to stop.
Wound up not going to a movie over the weekend. Somehow my weekends seem to be more and more filled with stuff these days. I'd like a few where I get to just relax, please.
I did go to the Pet-Expo on Sunday. I loved seeing all the dogs that people had brought. There was everything from the tinest of chihuahuas to this great big huge bear of a dog that was very tall, but also very solid and wide. Man, if that dog had wanted to eat all the little dogs (and by little I mean anything smaller than a great dane) no one could have stopped it. Luckily it seemed to be very good natured. There was this one section with this long pool where the Rideau River Dock Dogs were putting on a display -- dogs leaping out to grab hold of a stick that hung anywhere from four to eight feet beyond the edge of the pool. Man, those dogs loved what they were doing, their whold bodies were wagging.
Got a few new covers to share today:
Coming November 20:
Coming December 11:
Coming January 24 (limited release) and February 21 (general release):
Tomorrow's Tuesday Author Spotlight is GR. Richards.
Have a great week everyone :)
I've been waking up way too early in the mornings and it's been going on since the time change. Need it to stop.
Wound up not going to a movie over the weekend. Somehow my weekends seem to be more and more filled with stuff these days. I'd like a few where I get to just relax, please.
I did go to the Pet-Expo on Sunday. I loved seeing all the dogs that people had brought. There was everything from the tinest of chihuahuas to this great big huge bear of a dog that was very tall, but also very solid and wide. Man, if that dog had wanted to eat all the little dogs (and by little I mean anything smaller than a great dane) no one could have stopped it. Luckily it seemed to be very good natured. There was this one section with this long pool where the Rideau River Dock Dogs were putting on a display -- dogs leaping out to grab hold of a stick that hung anywhere from four to eight feet beyond the edge of the pool. Man, those dogs loved what they were doing, their whold bodies were wagging.
Got a few new covers to share today:
Coming November 20:
Coming December 11:
Coming January 24 (limited release) and February 21 (general release):
Tomorrow's Tuesday Author Spotlight is GR. Richards.
Have a great week everyone :)
The Good Life now out
Amber Allure has re-released my story The Good Life, which was originally in Torquere's Cowboy Up!
When Jack Henneson's Uncle Billy dies, he inherits the man's ranch. Unfortunately, Jack doesn't know anything about ranching. All he does know is that between inheritance and land taxes, the place is going to put him into bankruptcy in short order.
Pacer Williams was more than just Uncle Billy's right-hand man. The two of them considered each other family, and Uncle Billy had promised the ranch would go to Pacer when he died. That happened before the will could be changed, though, and when Jack comes in, looking to sell, Pacer can't afford to buy the place, and the antagonism between the two men grows from there.
Can the men find a middle ground before they either kill each other or both lose the ranch forever?
You can buy it here.
When Jack Henneson's Uncle Billy dies, he inherits the man's ranch. Unfortunately, Jack doesn't know anything about ranching. All he does know is that between inheritance and land taxes, the place is going to put him into bankruptcy in short order.
Pacer Williams was more than just Uncle Billy's right-hand man. The two of them considered each other family, and Uncle Billy had promised the ranch would go to Pacer when he died. That happened before the will could be changed, though, and when Jack comes in, looking to sell, Pacer can't afford to buy the place, and the antagonism between the two men grows from there.
Can the men find a middle ground before they either kill each other or both lose the ranch forever?
You can buy it here.
November 8, 2013
November 7, 2013
cover for Changeling Press Christmas story
I just got my cover for my Changeling Press Christmas Story -- Special Order.
Can a special cupcake put the va-va-voom back in Brad and Sandy’s relationship?
Sandy is short for Alexander ;)
That's coming out in early December.
There's still plenty to come in November too -- A Good Life, Totally Covered, For Love and Money in Horsing Around and Velvet Song, a new Velvet Glove novella! Oh, and Helpmate will be available everywhere on November 22. I don't know why I thought November was a quiet month for me...
I think I'm going to go to a movie on Saturday. The question is, which one. Ender's Game or Thor?
Can a special cupcake put the va-va-voom back in Brad and Sandy’s relationship?
Sandy is short for Alexander ;)
That's coming out in early December.
There's still plenty to come in November too -- A Good Life, Totally Covered, For Love and Money in Horsing Around and Velvet Song, a new Velvet Glove novella! Oh, and Helpmate will be available everywhere on November 22. I don't know why I thought November was a quiet month for me...
I think I'm going to go to a movie on Saturday. The question is, which one. Ender's Game or Thor?
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