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July 16, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday - Lily Harlem
Boxers or briefs
Boxers work for me, nice and snug! Any colour is fine as long as they don't look old and passed their best - then they just have to come off!
Favourite position to write
At my desk, pillow in my back, cat on my lap and the dog at my feet. Oh, and a pot of tea works well too.
Favourite kink to write
Mmm, good question, not sure if I have a favourite, I often have menage in my novels though so I guess I'm a more-the-merrier kind of girl!
Cut or uncut
I'm used to cut!
What's your favourite thing about The Glass Knot
That it's a self-published novel and I could take the story exactly where I wanted it to go. The characters really called to me and are so different yet still real, the many 5* Amazon reviews suggest this appeals to readers too.
What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
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I sat for ten long minutes, hugging my knees and staring at the shard of light that had kissed Josh so exquisitely only moments ago. I concentrated on the flecks of dust floating in the air where he’d stood—it gave me something to do and helped prevent tears of shame taking hold. Because once they did, I wasn’t sure they would stop.
Eventually, I stood and pulled my knickers and jeans up my damp legs. My mind was spinning. Part of me wanted to celebrate the fact that Josh did indeed have feelings for me—hot, steamy feelings. Another part, a much bigger part, couldn’t believe how cruel I’d been to Nick. I was a disgrace, a Judas in his house. He was a fool to have ever let me over the threshold.
I’d seen the pain and fear in Nick’s eyes, heard it in his voice yesterday. He’d known the risk of me being here was huge but said I was understanding and invited me to stay longer, because, I suspected, he trusted me. Despite this I’d let his worst nightmare happen. How horrible a person was I?
Even I hate me.
I’d broken that fragile sliver of trust, but what was going to be truly devastating for him was the fact Josh had broken his trust. My heart swelled painfully as I thought of the agony he would be feeling right now, if indeed, Josh was telling him what we’d just done. No, Nick didn’t deserve that, he was a good man, a kind man, who just wanted to live a quiet life with the person he loved.
I stood and brushed the hay from my back and plucked several stalks from my hair. I would have to go home, to London, now. Grab my bag and get the hell out of Little Mickleton.
Forever.
The sun had me blinking rapidly as I let myself out of the barn. The midday heat caressed my shoulders but it didn’t warm me. I was cold—cold and ashamed.
The cat meowed from under the first apple tree I walked past, his green eyes hard and accusing, as if he knew I’d caused great suffering to his owners.
Seriously?
Gripping my camera, I walked down the path, hoping that I could get to the guest room, grab my case and hit the road without being seen. I just needed to think straight for a few more minutes, then, once in the safety of my car, I could wade through the tirade of emotions. The Kendals didn’t need me in their home for another second, let alone another night.
I was thankful for my soft-soled shoes as I walked over the patio, my approach to the house silent. It seemed the blackbird was otherwise engaged on the fence, holding a snail shell in his beak, and he didn’t bother to squawk at my presence. It was then I heard voices. Deep voices. Loud with outbursts of emotion. I paused and glanced through the open kitchen window.
Josh and Nick were standing by the Aga. Josh was still bare chested though his skin and hair looked damp, as though he’d shot through the shower to remove physical evidence of me; it made me think of Lady Macbeth, obsessively washing her hands over and over after the murder of the king.
Nick wore a neat red polo shirt and an expression of both fury and agony.
“Nick, please just listen,” Josh pleaded.
“Why the hell should I?”
“Because I love you, you know I do, with all my heart I just—”
“Clearly you don’t love me, not enough anyway, not if you just fucked her.” Nick flung his hand to the ceiling as though indicating that I was upstairs.
I pressed my fingers to my lips and held in a gasp. Josh had wasted no time in telling Nick.
“It’s not like that, and you know it isn’t,” Josh said, frustration and guilt vibrating through his words.
“So tell me then. What the hell is it like?”
Josh slotted both hands into his hair, his elbows out to the side, exposing his pale underarms with their haze of dark golden curls. “I, I don’t know. I’m just drawn to her. There’s something about her.”
Nick huffed. “There are lots of pretty women out there that have neat, soft curves and smell of flowers, Josh. What do you want to do, screw all of them to get it out of your system?”
“No, that’s a crazy thing to say.” Josh reached for Nick.
Nick stepped away, toward the island, his face dark and bitter with hurt.
“Please,” Josh said, still holding out his arms. “We talked about this. I told you I wouldn’t be able to have sex with just anyone. There needed to be an emotional connection and now we just have to work out what that means, to me, to us...”
“It means that you’ve got emotional connection with Laura, and you can’t control your cock when you’re around her. Fucking great.”
“But—”
“And where the hell does that leave me? Am I old goods now? Ready for recycling?”
“Jesus, Nick, no. You’re my husband and I love you.” Josh grabbed Nick’s shoulders, bunched his red top in his fists and shoved him back against the island. “I love you so much. More than life itself.”
Nick, trapped against the granite surface, twisted within Josh’s grip. “Damn funny way of showing it by fucking someone else behind my back.” He pushed at Josh’s chest. “I can’t believe you’ve broken those vows we made. You’ve shattered the trust—trust is fragile, Josh, don’t you know that, as delicate as glass, and now it’s gone, broken beyond repair.” He shunted his whole body forward.
Josh jolted then braced against the shove. “Nick...” He stepped up closer, pinning Nick tight with his strong bulk.
“Leave me alone,” Nick said, his voice rising even higher. “Just fuck off will you.”
“No, we have to sort this out.” They both pushed at one another. “We can fix this,” Josh shouted.
Nick let out a grunt of frustration when Josh wouldn’t give up. “There’s nothing to sort out and it can’t ever be fixed. Go to Laura, go screw her since it seems that’s all you want to do these days.”
Josh froze. His mouth hung slack. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Nick turned his head to the side, toward the window.
I ducked low, right to the ground.
“You know what I mean, just think about it.” Nick’s voice, dripping with both sarcasm and upset.
I parted the soft branches of a crimson fuscia bush and peered back into the kitchen. My heart was racing. They were arguing. Now was the time to go and grab my stuff and make a quick exit. But I couldn’t. I was nailed to the floor. Something about the way they were together, unguarded, unaware that they were being watched made me feel like I was seeing the real them, the side of Nick and Josh that fascinated me.
“You’re not making sense,” Josh said, a deep frown plowing across his brow and his mouth now a stern, unhappy line. Again Nick tried to move away, but Josh placed a palm on the side of his face and roughly turned his head so they were eye to eye. “Nick, what the fuck does that mean?” His voice was dangerously low. “What else have I done wrong?”
Nick stilled. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists against Josh’s chest.
“Nick? What?”
“Since we got back from Spain, you’ve hardly wanted me at all. It’s always me coming on to you.”
Josh gasped and widened his eyes. “What? That’s not true.”
“It is, you’re always tired, or busy or...”
“That’s crap!” Josh’s voice was full of disbelief. “I’ve wanted you of every minute of every day since the day we met. I still do. I will always want you.” He gripped Nick’s head in both hands, leaned forward and kissed him, devouring him hungrily and wildly .
Nick struggled against the kiss. Pushing and wriggling, his hands pulling at Josh’s tendon-rich forearms. “No.” Eventually he tore his mouth from Josh’s. “No, don’t kiss me.”
“Yes,” Josh growled, circling his arms around Nick’s shoulders and pulling him up tight. “Fucking yes. I will kiss you, because I do want you. You make me crazy for you.”
“The same way Laura does?” Nick shouted, banging his fists on Josh’s back, once, twice then clinging to him as though about to sag to the floor and the only thing that could hold him up was Josh.
“No, because you’re you. It’s different between us. Completely different.”
Nick seemed to find his strength and thumped Josh’s back with his fists again. “I don’t believe you. You’re just saying that.” He grabbed Josh’s shoulders and shoved. “There’s someone else in your life now. I know when I’m not wanted.”
But Nick couldn’t escape Josh’s steely hold, even when he put some serious muscle behind another whack to his shoulder.
Josh simply grunted, spun Nick within his arms, and pushed him over the island.
“Get the fuck off me,” Nick bellowed, flattening his palms on the granite surface to prevent his forehead from cracking down. His face was scarlet, his eyes flashing.
“No,” Josh growled in a voice I barely recognized. “You want me to show you how much I want you, I will. Right here, right now.”
“Jesus Christ, no...” Nick thrust his hips backward and went to stand. “Get the hell off me.”
Josh pushed him back over the island again, so he was bent at a right angle. He rammed his groin at Nick’s butt. “You want it, you’ll get it,” he said, curling one hand over the waistband of Nick’s black sweats and tugging them down.
I held my breath and stared, wide eyed as Nick’s taut butt cheeks were exposed. He wore black Calvin boxers and I could see the white writing on the waistband at the top of his hair-coated thighs.
Oh my God. Am I really going to hide here and watch this? Watch them have an angry fuck?
The kitchen seemed alive with their aggression, the strength of their limbs and the heat in their words. It was as though their unharnessed fury and passion was another living, breathing being.
I was as fascinated as I was terrified.
Josh was fumbling with his fly, one handedly releasing a zip that had only been done back up fifteen minutes ago. But then, although we’d been frantic, he’d been considerate. This was a different kind of passion. This was vying for control, being dominant. Fucking at its most basic.
“Josh, no,” Nick cried. But his words no longer matched his actions. Although he said no, his hand was down where his cock must be and his eyes had shut tight. He was no longer struggling to get up from the island. He was sprawled over it, waiting, sacrificial almost.
“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard. I’m going to fuck you so you scream my name and remember how much I fucking love you,” Josh said through gritted teeth. He tugged his erect shaft from the gap in his jeans.
My pussy clenched. The sight of Josh’s cock and the feral passion on his face would stay with me forever. This was not the same person who I’d gently seduced in Marbella. This was a man who had harnessed his sexuality and was using it in an extreme way.
I should go. This is wrong of me. This is adding to the wrongs I’ve already done.
I had to stay.
Josh grabbed a bottle of olive oil, tipped some on his dick and quickly rubbed. Instantly, it shone with grease. The swollen glans looked like a ripe, slick berry.
“Josh,” Nick groaned, reaching behind himself and pulling one of his butt cheeks, spreading himself open. “Josh, oh, God, please, no.”
I couldn’t see from my position beneath the window, but when Josh lined up his cock I knew he was aimed at Nick’s anus.
Josh dipped his head, his hair flopped forward. He locked his hands on Nick’s hips, and then, with a savage thrust, forged in.
Nick cried out, a long sharp wail. I stared at his contorted face. I understood the sensation of Josh riding in hard and fast and how it bombarded internal nerves with a trillion sensations. It was both wonderful and overwhelming being speared by that beautiful cock. Sting mixed with bliss, a stretch that bordered on torture but ended in ecstasy. What it would feel like up my ass, of course, I had no idea.
Josh let out a high-pitched hiss, his lips pulled back over his teeth. I thought he’d bottomed out but he jerked in harder, as if he’d never get deep enough.
“Oh fuck, you’ve made me so mad. I’m so fucking angry with you,” Nick shouted, hammering his fist on the island.
“You love me, as much as I love you,” Josh snarled. He withdrew his cock then slammed back in. “Can you feel how much I love you, how hard you make me? Fuck, I feel like all the blood in my body is in my dick. You drive me insane.” Josh tipped forward, his body covering Nick’s, his golden skin contrasting sharply with the red top Nick still wore. “You drive me insane with need. I could do this to you forever.”
“So why the fuck don’t you?”
“I will, I’m going to.”
Josh was thrusting to a frantic pace, shunting Nick’s whole body with each pound. I could make out the dimple in Josh’s butt cheek, the one facing me, filling and hollowing as he released the power of his damn fine muscles. The sound of slapping flesh filtered out the window, combining with their harsh breaths and grunts and gasps.
“Yeah, like that, like that,” Nick cried.
“You’re feeling it now, huh?” Josh’s words were muffled, he was speaking against Nick’s neck. “You feel me loving you, wanting you?”
“Oh, God, oh...oh...”
Josh reared up. I saw beads of sweat in the center of his chest and was momentarily aware of moisture popping on my own cleavage. I was so turned on. My pussy buzzed, and my clit had swollen against my already very damp panties.
Nick was going to come. Josh was screwing him with gusto, riding into him, claiming him. If that had been me on the table with Josh fucking my pussy, I would have come by now. Hell, I’d be flying to heaven on a one-way ticket.
I stared at Nick’s upstretched face and became utterly captivated. Wild fury had turned into primitive need. As fierce as his rage had been only minutes ago, now his frantic desire matched that heat. His eyes were tight shut, his dark eyebrows pulled low and his lips were spread wide, in a grimace, showing off all his teeth. His neck was strained, each cord and tendon tight, and his thick layer of black stubble glistened, beaded with sweat.
“Argh, you bastard...” Nick shouted.
“Say my name,” Josh ordered, clamping one hand over Nick’s shoulder and pulling him backward with each upward thrust he gave. “Say my fucking name while you come. So you know that I love you, that I will always love you.”
“No, fuck it, no.”
“Say it, say it. Say my name.”
“No, no...argh...” Nick dropped his head to the granite. He splayed his fingers and for a moment seemed to freeze. Then he trembled and shook, writhed on the counter.
“Damn you,” Josh snarled. “Damn it, Nick. I’m fucking showing you how much I...need...you.” He let out a long, low moan. “Oh, God, I’m...so sorry.” He froze with his face tipped to the ceiling, his hair falling back and his eyes shut. “Oh, fuck, fuck...” He hung his head. Moisture poured from his eyes and glistened on his cheeks.
Josh was crying.
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Boxers work for me, nice and snug! Any colour is fine as long as they don't look old and passed their best - then they just have to come off!
Favourite position to write
At my desk, pillow in my back, cat on my lap and the dog at my feet. Oh, and a pot of tea works well too.
Favourite kink to write
Mmm, good question, not sure if I have a favourite, I often have menage in my novels though so I guess I'm a more-the-merrier kind of girl!
Cut or uncut
I'm used to cut!
What's your favourite thing about The Glass Knot
That it's a self-published novel and I could take the story exactly where I wanted it to go. The characters really called to me and are so different yet still real, the many 5* Amazon reviews suggest this appeals to readers too.
What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
Buy link
I sat for ten long minutes, hugging my knees and staring at the shard of light that had kissed Josh so exquisitely only moments ago. I concentrated on the flecks of dust floating in the air where he’d stood—it gave me something to do and helped prevent tears of shame taking hold. Because once they did, I wasn’t sure they would stop.
Eventually, I stood and pulled my knickers and jeans up my damp legs. My mind was spinning. Part of me wanted to celebrate the fact that Josh did indeed have feelings for me—hot, steamy feelings. Another part, a much bigger part, couldn’t believe how cruel I’d been to Nick. I was a disgrace, a Judas in his house. He was a fool to have ever let me over the threshold.
I’d seen the pain and fear in Nick’s eyes, heard it in his voice yesterday. He’d known the risk of me being here was huge but said I was understanding and invited me to stay longer, because, I suspected, he trusted me. Despite this I’d let his worst nightmare happen. How horrible a person was I?
Even I hate me.
I’d broken that fragile sliver of trust, but what was going to be truly devastating for him was the fact Josh had broken his trust. My heart swelled painfully as I thought of the agony he would be feeling right now, if indeed, Josh was telling him what we’d just done. No, Nick didn’t deserve that, he was a good man, a kind man, who just wanted to live a quiet life with the person he loved.
I stood and brushed the hay from my back and plucked several stalks from my hair. I would have to go home, to London, now. Grab my bag and get the hell out of Little Mickleton.
Forever.
The sun had me blinking rapidly as I let myself out of the barn. The midday heat caressed my shoulders but it didn’t warm me. I was cold—cold and ashamed.
The cat meowed from under the first apple tree I walked past, his green eyes hard and accusing, as if he knew I’d caused great suffering to his owners.
Seriously?
Gripping my camera, I walked down the path, hoping that I could get to the guest room, grab my case and hit the road without being seen. I just needed to think straight for a few more minutes, then, once in the safety of my car, I could wade through the tirade of emotions. The Kendals didn’t need me in their home for another second, let alone another night.
I was thankful for my soft-soled shoes as I walked over the patio, my approach to the house silent. It seemed the blackbird was otherwise engaged on the fence, holding a snail shell in his beak, and he didn’t bother to squawk at my presence. It was then I heard voices. Deep voices. Loud with outbursts of emotion. I paused and glanced through the open kitchen window.
Josh and Nick were standing by the Aga. Josh was still bare chested though his skin and hair looked damp, as though he’d shot through the shower to remove physical evidence of me; it made me think of Lady Macbeth, obsessively washing her hands over and over after the murder of the king.
Nick wore a neat red polo shirt and an expression of both fury and agony.
“Nick, please just listen,” Josh pleaded.
“Why the hell should I?”
“Because I love you, you know I do, with all my heart I just—”
“Clearly you don’t love me, not enough anyway, not if you just fucked her.” Nick flung his hand to the ceiling as though indicating that I was upstairs.
I pressed my fingers to my lips and held in a gasp. Josh had wasted no time in telling Nick.
“It’s not like that, and you know it isn’t,” Josh said, frustration and guilt vibrating through his words.
“So tell me then. What the hell is it like?”
Josh slotted both hands into his hair, his elbows out to the side, exposing his pale underarms with their haze of dark golden curls. “I, I don’t know. I’m just drawn to her. There’s something about her.”
Nick huffed. “There are lots of pretty women out there that have neat, soft curves and smell of flowers, Josh. What do you want to do, screw all of them to get it out of your system?”
“No, that’s a crazy thing to say.” Josh reached for Nick.
Nick stepped away, toward the island, his face dark and bitter with hurt.
“Please,” Josh said, still holding out his arms. “We talked about this. I told you I wouldn’t be able to have sex with just anyone. There needed to be an emotional connection and now we just have to work out what that means, to me, to us...”
“It means that you’ve got emotional connection with Laura, and you can’t control your cock when you’re around her. Fucking great.”
“But—”
“And where the hell does that leave me? Am I old goods now? Ready for recycling?”
“Jesus, Nick, no. You’re my husband and I love you.” Josh grabbed Nick’s shoulders, bunched his red top in his fists and shoved him back against the island. “I love you so much. More than life itself.”
Nick, trapped against the granite surface, twisted within Josh’s grip. “Damn funny way of showing it by fucking someone else behind my back.” He pushed at Josh’s chest. “I can’t believe you’ve broken those vows we made. You’ve shattered the trust—trust is fragile, Josh, don’t you know that, as delicate as glass, and now it’s gone, broken beyond repair.” He shunted his whole body forward.
Josh jolted then braced against the shove. “Nick...” He stepped up closer, pinning Nick tight with his strong bulk.
“Leave me alone,” Nick said, his voice rising even higher. “Just fuck off will you.”
“No, we have to sort this out.” They both pushed at one another. “We can fix this,” Josh shouted.
Nick let out a grunt of frustration when Josh wouldn’t give up. “There’s nothing to sort out and it can’t ever be fixed. Go to Laura, go screw her since it seems that’s all you want to do these days.”
Josh froze. His mouth hung slack. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Nick turned his head to the side, toward the window.
I ducked low, right to the ground.
“You know what I mean, just think about it.” Nick’s voice, dripping with both sarcasm and upset.
I parted the soft branches of a crimson fuscia bush and peered back into the kitchen. My heart was racing. They were arguing. Now was the time to go and grab my stuff and make a quick exit. But I couldn’t. I was nailed to the floor. Something about the way they were together, unguarded, unaware that they were being watched made me feel like I was seeing the real them, the side of Nick and Josh that fascinated me.
“You’re not making sense,” Josh said, a deep frown plowing across his brow and his mouth now a stern, unhappy line. Again Nick tried to move away, but Josh placed a palm on the side of his face and roughly turned his head so they were eye to eye. “Nick, what the fuck does that mean?” His voice was dangerously low. “What else have I done wrong?”
Nick stilled. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists against Josh’s chest.
“Nick? What?”
“Since we got back from Spain, you’ve hardly wanted me at all. It’s always me coming on to you.”
Josh gasped and widened his eyes. “What? That’s not true.”
“It is, you’re always tired, or busy or...”
“That’s crap!” Josh’s voice was full of disbelief. “I’ve wanted you of every minute of every day since the day we met. I still do. I will always want you.” He gripped Nick’s head in both hands, leaned forward and kissed him, devouring him hungrily and wildly .
Nick struggled against the kiss. Pushing and wriggling, his hands pulling at Josh’s tendon-rich forearms. “No.” Eventually he tore his mouth from Josh’s. “No, don’t kiss me.”
“Yes,” Josh growled, circling his arms around Nick’s shoulders and pulling him up tight. “Fucking yes. I will kiss you, because I do want you. You make me crazy for you.”
“The same way Laura does?” Nick shouted, banging his fists on Josh’s back, once, twice then clinging to him as though about to sag to the floor and the only thing that could hold him up was Josh.
“No, because you’re you. It’s different between us. Completely different.”
Nick seemed to find his strength and thumped Josh’s back with his fists again. “I don’t believe you. You’re just saying that.” He grabbed Josh’s shoulders and shoved. “There’s someone else in your life now. I know when I’m not wanted.”
But Nick couldn’t escape Josh’s steely hold, even when he put some serious muscle behind another whack to his shoulder.
Josh simply grunted, spun Nick within his arms, and pushed him over the island.
“Get the fuck off me,” Nick bellowed, flattening his palms on the granite surface to prevent his forehead from cracking down. His face was scarlet, his eyes flashing.
“No,” Josh growled in a voice I barely recognized. “You want me to show you how much I want you, I will. Right here, right now.”
“Jesus Christ, no...” Nick thrust his hips backward and went to stand. “Get the hell off me.”
Josh pushed him back over the island again, so he was bent at a right angle. He rammed his groin at Nick’s butt. “You want it, you’ll get it,” he said, curling one hand over the waistband of Nick’s black sweats and tugging them down.
I held my breath and stared, wide eyed as Nick’s taut butt cheeks were exposed. He wore black Calvin boxers and I could see the white writing on the waistband at the top of his hair-coated thighs.
Oh my God. Am I really going to hide here and watch this? Watch them have an angry fuck?
The kitchen seemed alive with their aggression, the strength of their limbs and the heat in their words. It was as though their unharnessed fury and passion was another living, breathing being.
I was as fascinated as I was terrified.
Josh was fumbling with his fly, one handedly releasing a zip that had only been done back up fifteen minutes ago. But then, although we’d been frantic, he’d been considerate. This was a different kind of passion. This was vying for control, being dominant. Fucking at its most basic.
“Josh, no,” Nick cried. But his words no longer matched his actions. Although he said no, his hand was down where his cock must be and his eyes had shut tight. He was no longer struggling to get up from the island. He was sprawled over it, waiting, sacrificial almost.
“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard. I’m going to fuck you so you scream my name and remember how much I fucking love you,” Josh said through gritted teeth. He tugged his erect shaft from the gap in his jeans.
My pussy clenched. The sight of Josh’s cock and the feral passion on his face would stay with me forever. This was not the same person who I’d gently seduced in Marbella. This was a man who had harnessed his sexuality and was using it in an extreme way.
I should go. This is wrong of me. This is adding to the wrongs I’ve already done.
I had to stay.
Josh grabbed a bottle of olive oil, tipped some on his dick and quickly rubbed. Instantly, it shone with grease. The swollen glans looked like a ripe, slick berry.
“Josh,” Nick groaned, reaching behind himself and pulling one of his butt cheeks, spreading himself open. “Josh, oh, God, please, no.”
I couldn’t see from my position beneath the window, but when Josh lined up his cock I knew he was aimed at Nick’s anus.
Josh dipped his head, his hair flopped forward. He locked his hands on Nick’s hips, and then, with a savage thrust, forged in.
Nick cried out, a long sharp wail. I stared at his contorted face. I understood the sensation of Josh riding in hard and fast and how it bombarded internal nerves with a trillion sensations. It was both wonderful and overwhelming being speared by that beautiful cock. Sting mixed with bliss, a stretch that bordered on torture but ended in ecstasy. What it would feel like up my ass, of course, I had no idea.
Josh let out a high-pitched hiss, his lips pulled back over his teeth. I thought he’d bottomed out but he jerked in harder, as if he’d never get deep enough.
“Oh fuck, you’ve made me so mad. I’m so fucking angry with you,” Nick shouted, hammering his fist on the island.
“You love me, as much as I love you,” Josh snarled. He withdrew his cock then slammed back in. “Can you feel how much I love you, how hard you make me? Fuck, I feel like all the blood in my body is in my dick. You drive me insane.” Josh tipped forward, his body covering Nick’s, his golden skin contrasting sharply with the red top Nick still wore. “You drive me insane with need. I could do this to you forever.”
“So why the fuck don’t you?”
“I will, I’m going to.”
Josh was thrusting to a frantic pace, shunting Nick’s whole body with each pound. I could make out the dimple in Josh’s butt cheek, the one facing me, filling and hollowing as he released the power of his damn fine muscles. The sound of slapping flesh filtered out the window, combining with their harsh breaths and grunts and gasps.
“Yeah, like that, like that,” Nick cried.
“You’re feeling it now, huh?” Josh’s words were muffled, he was speaking against Nick’s neck. “You feel me loving you, wanting you?”
“Oh, God, oh...oh...”
Josh reared up. I saw beads of sweat in the center of his chest and was momentarily aware of moisture popping on my own cleavage. I was so turned on. My pussy buzzed, and my clit had swollen against my already very damp panties.
Nick was going to come. Josh was screwing him with gusto, riding into him, claiming him. If that had been me on the table with Josh fucking my pussy, I would have come by now. Hell, I’d be flying to heaven on a one-way ticket.
I stared at Nick’s upstretched face and became utterly captivated. Wild fury had turned into primitive need. As fierce as his rage had been only minutes ago, now his frantic desire matched that heat. His eyes were tight shut, his dark eyebrows pulled low and his lips were spread wide, in a grimace, showing off all his teeth. His neck was strained, each cord and tendon tight, and his thick layer of black stubble glistened, beaded with sweat.
“Argh, you bastard...” Nick shouted.
“Say my name,” Josh ordered, clamping one hand over Nick’s shoulder and pulling him backward with each upward thrust he gave. “Say my fucking name while you come. So you know that I love you, that I will always love you.”
“No, fuck it, no.”
“Say it, say it. Say my name.”
“No, no...argh...” Nick dropped his head to the granite. He splayed his fingers and for a moment seemed to freeze. Then he trembled and shook, writhed on the counter.
“Damn you,” Josh snarled. “Damn it, Nick. I’m fucking showing you how much I...need...you.” He let out a long, low moan. “Oh, God, I’m...so sorry.” He froze with his face tipped to the ceiling, his hair falling back and his eyes shut. “Oh, fuck, fuck...” He hung his head. Moisture poured from his eyes and glistened on his cheeks.
Josh was crying.
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July 15, 2013
My God It's Monday!
Got the cover for my upcoming Hammer book!
The proposal was the easy part, can Marcus and Jim survive planning the wedding?
Jim asked Marcus to marry him on Valentine's Day and his master said yes. That should have been the hard part, right? Jim goes into full perfectionist mode, though, wanting everything to be just right for his master and soon he's stressed and unhappy.
When the planning also interferes with Marcus and Jim's usual routine, miscommunication and misunderstandings follow. Is a wedding really worth all the aggravation?
This will be available July 24 from Torquere Press!
I had a busy, errand filled weekend that saw me here, there and everywhere and that has left me feeling very much like I will be staying right here for the entire week with no forays out into the world, if I can help it. Kind of makes it feel like a Monday, actually ;) Not to mention, I have the perfect job for being able to spend a week indoors in the air conditioning -- I will tell anyone who asks that writing is the best job in the world.
I will be blogging at the Rainbow Studio Blog tomorrow -- it'll be about Jim and Marcus and Hitched, I am sure.
Tomorrow in the Author Spotlight Tuesday is Lily Harlem.
The proposal was the easy part, can Marcus and Jim survive planning the wedding?
Jim asked Marcus to marry him on Valentine's Day and his master said yes. That should have been the hard part, right? Jim goes into full perfectionist mode, though, wanting everything to be just right for his master and soon he's stressed and unhappy.
When the planning also interferes with Marcus and Jim's usual routine, miscommunication and misunderstandings follow. Is a wedding really worth all the aggravation?
This will be available July 24 from Torquere Press!
I had a busy, errand filled weekend that saw me here, there and everywhere and that has left me feeling very much like I will be staying right here for the entire week with no forays out into the world, if I can help it. Kind of makes it feel like a Monday, actually ;) Not to mention, I have the perfect job for being able to spend a week indoors in the air conditioning -- I will tell anyone who asks that writing is the best job in the world.
I will be blogging at the Rainbow Studio Blog tomorrow -- it'll be about Jim and Marcus and Hitched, I am sure.
Tomorrow in the Author Spotlight Tuesday is Lily Harlem.
July 12, 2013
Scoring Anthology cover
I've got a story in the Scoring Anthology -- a sports themed anthology coming from Torquere Press at the end of August.
My story -- Balls and Strikes -- features two baseball players in a Dom/sub relationship who are deep in the closet. As well as being in the anthology, the story will come out as a stand alone.
These two were hot right off the bat (pun intended) and I'm hoping to do a novel featuring how they met.
Hey, it's Friday! TGIF!
As it's summer, it's time for some hard cider.
Keep cool!
My story -- Balls and Strikes -- features two baseball players in a Dom/sub relationship who are deep in the closet. As well as being in the anthology, the story will come out as a stand alone.
These two were hot right off the bat (pun intended) and I'm hoping to do a novel featuring how they met.
Hey, it's Friday! TGIF!
As it's summer, it's time for some hard cider.
Keep cool!
Equal Rights Blog Hop Winner!
I totally forgot to pick a winner from the Equal Rights Blog Hop contest on Monday -- my brain has already gone into summer mode!
Congrats to
kali_mar
Congrats to
kali_mar
July 9, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday - Sara Schmidt
Boxers or briefs?
I know it’s a total copout, but I love boxer-briefs! They’re so sexy, especially in really rich color tones. If I had to choose, it would be boxers because they’re so easy to get into. You can do a lot without even getting nekkid.
Favorite position to write?
From the floor, at my laptop, one leg curved in and one stretched out. I did finish my last book in bed, though—and my first at my actual desk—so I guess it depends on my mood.
Favorite kink to write?
I’m really just exploring kink right now. I’ve written a little bit of BDSM and that was exciting. I’ve written ménage, too, and I really enjoyed that. I love to read ménage, too.
Tattoos or piercings?
Tats! Piercings are hot, too, but not as much as ink. I do like colored tats, but the plain black designs—whether it’s an animal, skull, tribal design or whatever—are my favorites.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Love them all! I think men should get to decide for themselves, too. Just my opinion.
What's your favorite thing about Hard As a Rock?
I love the whole “I love someone, but he/she doesn’t know it” when the person actually does know it scenario. A good romance makes me hot, but it also makes me grin like an idiot when I read it. I also had fun writing the scenes between my fairy and the various patrons of the sex club that she visits. Some of my hottest scenes and two of my funniest are all in this book.
Canna, an impish, flirty faery, loves to service just about any client who enters the Pleasure Club, a futuristic sex club. But although the clientele is satisfied, Canna aches for the impossible. A sexy, larger-than-life gargoyle statue that happens to be a simple a décor item.
Basalt has spent centuries wanting Canna all to himself. Though his nightly visits train her to be his perfect lover, will she still want him when she finds out what he does during the day?
Buy Link: https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2063
R-Rated Excerpt:
Here’s one of the mini sex scenes in the book Hard As a Rock between Canna and a Pleasure Club patron enjoying a contraption called “The Handler.” There are several of these mini-sex scenes in the book, along with a self-pleasure scene and two full-blown sex scenes. Enjoy the scene below!
It was early. Only two patrons enjoyed the services of the club at the moment. One man buried his body between two giant, hanging breasts on one wall, while another sighed as six hands, attached to constantly circling arms, massaged his cock, balls, and ass. As with all of the other Pleasure Providers, both sets of realistic parts were soft, warm, and resembled true human anatomy down to the last detail.
Skintex, a revolutionary polymer made from latex and synthetic skin, was to thank for the realistic objects. Stuart Anderson, the club’s original owner, had financed its development in the mid twenty-second century. His great grandson, Rand, owned the club now.
Sighing contentedly, Canna approached the man at the revolving arms station. A popular attraction, the Handler was normally one of the first and last contraptions occupied every night. Extending her body to human size while still remaining invisible, she reached down and added her hand, a seventh to the mix.
The man’s eyes widened instantly, her fairy touch much more pleasurable than the synthetic human hands, no matter how realistic they were. “Sweet ghost,” he whispered, groaning.
Canna giggled, the sound barely brushing the man’s face like a sweet, cool breeze. Most of the people believed the Pleasure Palace to be haunted due to her nightly shenanigans, which suited her just fine. The sex thrilled her, but serving as the establishment’s resident pleasure poltergeist was fun, too.
She ran her long fingers along the underside of his balls, delightfully watching goose bumps trail his naked thighs. He jerked again, moaning as she continued her ministrations.
Thumbing the tip of his rigid cock with one hand, she drifted the other farther below his balls and over his perineum. She circled the soft area slowly with her index finger, etching invisible swirls of pleasure onto his sensitive skin.
He gasped when she spiraled the finger around the opening of his anus. Canna drove it into his body with a small, shallow thrust. Then she drove her finger deeper, past her meadow-colored knuckle, and twisted gently.
Jerking upward, the man’s body shot a thick rope of cum into the air. Canna’s green eyes glowed as she impishly grinned, watching the fluid fly. The liquid immediately and silently dissipated into the chemical filtration system of the modern sex club. The developers had, of course, thought of everything.
“Thank you,” he moaned, leaning back in spent ecstasy.
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I know it’s a total copout, but I love boxer-briefs! They’re so sexy, especially in really rich color tones. If I had to choose, it would be boxers because they’re so easy to get into. You can do a lot without even getting nekkid.
Favorite position to write?
From the floor, at my laptop, one leg curved in and one stretched out. I did finish my last book in bed, though—and my first at my actual desk—so I guess it depends on my mood.
Favorite kink to write?
I’m really just exploring kink right now. I’ve written a little bit of BDSM and that was exciting. I’ve written ménage, too, and I really enjoyed that. I love to read ménage, too.
Tattoos or piercings?
Tats! Piercings are hot, too, but not as much as ink. I do like colored tats, but the plain black designs—whether it’s an animal, skull, tribal design or whatever—are my favorites.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Love them all! I think men should get to decide for themselves, too. Just my opinion.
What's your favorite thing about Hard As a Rock?
I love the whole “I love someone, but he/she doesn’t know it” when the person actually does know it scenario. A good romance makes me hot, but it also makes me grin like an idiot when I read it. I also had fun writing the scenes between my fairy and the various patrons of the sex club that she visits. Some of my hottest scenes and two of my funniest are all in this book.
Canna, an impish, flirty faery, loves to service just about any client who enters the Pleasure Club, a futuristic sex club. But although the clientele is satisfied, Canna aches for the impossible. A sexy, larger-than-life gargoyle statue that happens to be a simple a décor item.
Basalt has spent centuries wanting Canna all to himself. Though his nightly visits train her to be his perfect lover, will she still want him when she finds out what he does during the day?
Buy Link: https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2063
R-Rated Excerpt:
Here’s one of the mini sex scenes in the book Hard As a Rock between Canna and a Pleasure Club patron enjoying a contraption called “The Handler.” There are several of these mini-sex scenes in the book, along with a self-pleasure scene and two full-blown sex scenes. Enjoy the scene below!
It was early. Only two patrons enjoyed the services of the club at the moment. One man buried his body between two giant, hanging breasts on one wall, while another sighed as six hands, attached to constantly circling arms, massaged his cock, balls, and ass. As with all of the other Pleasure Providers, both sets of realistic parts were soft, warm, and resembled true human anatomy down to the last detail.
Skintex, a revolutionary polymer made from latex and synthetic skin, was to thank for the realistic objects. Stuart Anderson, the club’s original owner, had financed its development in the mid twenty-second century. His great grandson, Rand, owned the club now.
Sighing contentedly, Canna approached the man at the revolving arms station. A popular attraction, the Handler was normally one of the first and last contraptions occupied every night. Extending her body to human size while still remaining invisible, she reached down and added her hand, a seventh to the mix.
The man’s eyes widened instantly, her fairy touch much more pleasurable than the synthetic human hands, no matter how realistic they were. “Sweet ghost,” he whispered, groaning.
Canna giggled, the sound barely brushing the man’s face like a sweet, cool breeze. Most of the people believed the Pleasure Palace to be haunted due to her nightly shenanigans, which suited her just fine. The sex thrilled her, but serving as the establishment’s resident pleasure poltergeist was fun, too.
She ran her long fingers along the underside of his balls, delightfully watching goose bumps trail his naked thighs. He jerked again, moaning as she continued her ministrations.
Thumbing the tip of his rigid cock with one hand, she drifted the other farther below his balls and over his perineum. She circled the soft area slowly with her index finger, etching invisible swirls of pleasure onto his sensitive skin.
He gasped when she spiraled the finger around the opening of his anus. Canna drove it into his body with a small, shallow thrust. Then she drove her finger deeper, past her meadow-colored knuckle, and twisted gently.
Jerking upward, the man’s body shot a thick rope of cum into the air. Canna’s green eyes glowed as she impishly grinned, watching the fluid fly. The liquid immediately and silently dissipated into the chemical filtration system of the modern sex club. The developers had, of course, thought of everything.
“Thank you,” he moaned, leaning back in spent ecstasy.
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July 7, 2013
Summer Sunday
You can tell summer has really hit here -- we don't get below 20C at night and the humidity factor is high and makes everything gross.
In the not-gross category, three of my publishers are having sales this weekend -- today is the last day on all three.
Changeling Press -- 10% off -- code is Fireworks2013 -- my books are here.
Total eBound -- 30% off -- my Chess series here.
Torquere Press -- 17.76% off -- code is 4th2013 -- my books are here.
Did you know Marcus and Jim are planning a wedding? Their own: Hitched -- July 24!
Oh! And today is the last day of the Equal Rights Blog Hop -- get your comment in before tomorrow for a chance at the ebook of your choice from my back catalog.
In the not-gross category, three of my publishers are having sales this weekend -- today is the last day on all three.
Changeling Press -- 10% off -- code is Fireworks2013 -- my books are here.
Total eBound -- 30% off -- my Chess series here.
Torquere Press -- 17.76% off -- code is 4th2013 -- my books are here.
Did you know Marcus and Jim are planning a wedding? Their own: Hitched -- July 24!
Oh! And today is the last day of the Equal Rights Blog Hop -- get your comment in before tomorrow for a chance at the ebook of your choice from my back catalog.
July 4, 2013
Celebrating Love -- The Equal Rights Blog Hop
I'm taking part in the Equal Rights Blog Hop. The theme of the hop is "what it means to me to be a part of the GLBT community."
I wrote several version of this post, but in the end, well you know me -- I'm all about the love.
To me, being a part of the GLBT community is celebrating who we all are for who we are, celebrating who we love for who they are. Whether you live in Canada like I do where we've had the right to same sex marriage since 2005, or the US where they are starting to make strides toward equality under the law, or anywhere else in the world, all you need is love (to quote the Beatles). And if we all subscribed to that...
My contest is for a copy of the ebook of the winner's choice from my back catalog. Leave a comment here and I'll pick a winner on July 8 when the hop has finished.
There's nearly fifty participants in the blog hop and some wonderful grand prizes put together by Queer Town Abbey, so be sure to visit the blog hop page where you can enter the grand contest and find the other bloggers. (My trivia question is what country do I live in?)
July 2, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday -- Talia Carmichael
Boxers or briefs?
Boxers
Favorite position to write?
Curled up in a comfortable chair with my laptop.
Favorite kink to write?
The kiss. There is so many levels to kissing and places to kiss. LOL.
Tattoos or piercings?
Both.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
I love the all! :)
What's your favorite thing about Magnetism?
Two alpha males who know what they want.
Magnetism
By: Talia Carmichael
Dreamspinner Press
Available Now
ISBN: 978-1-62380-445-9
Genre: Contemporary
Series: Something in Common– Book 7
Format: E-Book
Buy here: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_403
Taggart Monroe wants to know what makes Rhodes Winslow tick. Rhodes finds the friendly barbs he and Taggart exchange intriguing, fun, and sexy. He wants Taggart and knows Taggart wants him even though he won’t admit it. Taggart studies people the way he studies the details of his cases, so he’s drawn to a man who is an enigma. Getting to know Rhodes is an adventure Taggart can’t resist, just like the magnetism between them.
Excerpt from Magnetism
Taggart exited his car and waited for Rhodes by the open door. Rhodes stopped in front of him, a small smile on his face.
“What?”
“It wasn’t such a bad date after all.” Rhodes leaned closer.
“I would say something, but my momma taught me to behave.” Taggart leaned toward him. “It stuck some of the time.”
“And others?”
“I forget all I was taught.” Taggart chuckled. “It comes and goes.”
“Losing your mind, huh? That comes with old age.”
“We’re the same age.”
“You’re a few months older.” Rhodes clicked his tongue. “Older men are so sexy.” “Smart-assing even at the end of the date. The correct way to end a date is to be kind, gentle, and sweet.” Taggart’s lips twitched.
Rhodes snorted and they both started to laugh. They leaned against each other, chuckling. Taggart thought of their date. They had laughed a lot. He found he enjoyed hearing Rhodes laugh.
“You like my laugh, huh.” Rhodes smirked.
Taggart blinked, not realizing he had said the words out loud. He shifted, sliding his arms around Rhodes’s waist and pulling him closer. Rhodes moved, Taggart knew, just like himself. If Rhodes didn’t want to, he’d have never gotten him to. His giving in made Taggart’s cock harden. Taggart sensed the strength within Rhodes and knew it would be a formidable match to his own. His mind filled with images of Rhodes pinned below him as they sparred. Taggart moaned, pressing his lips against Rhodes’s. He opened and Taggart licked inside his mouth. The taste of the coffee they’d had before he brought Rhodes home filled his mouth. Pulling him flush against his body, Taggart slid his hands down to cup Rhodes’s ass. Rhodes released a harsh exhalation, his breath filling Taggart’s mouth. Taking the sound in, Taggart lifted his head, leaving a miniscule gap of space between their lips.
“I like your sounds too. Even when you snort.”
“I like your snotty know-it-all tone. Like you’re using now,” Rhodes whispered against his lips. “But there is time for kissing and talking. Shut the hell up.” Rhodes gripped his hair and closed the space between them.
He pushed in his tongue, moving it aggressively against Taggart’s. Not one to back down, Taggart met him lick for lick and suck for suck. He didn’t give in and neither did Rhodes. The hard hold Rhodes had on his head made Taggart want to strip him bare and fuck him. He clenched his hands on Rhodes’s butt, yanking Rhodes against him. Taggart rocked against the bulging erection pressing against him. Rhodes widened his legs, rubbing his erection against Taggart’s. Suddenly Rhodes stopped their kiss, lifted his head, and pressed his forehead against Taggart’s shoulder. Harsh breaths came from him. Confused, Taggart rubbed his hands along his back. Soon Rhodes lifted his head again and met Taggart’s gaze. Taggart licked his lips at the stark desire in Rhodes’s eyes.
Copyright © Talia Carmichael, 2013.
All Rights Reserved.
Bio: Talia Carmichael is a romantic who believes that family, no matter if it is by blood or those you choose as family, is integral to who you are. She is an author who writes sexy stories in a variety of genres. She believes in creating stories that encompass all that falling in love or lust entails, from the highs of that first blush of attraction to the lows of not knowing if you can make your coming together as a couple work, and then finally to the acceptance of the reality of making a life together. It's all about the journey.
Among her books you'll find contemporary, futuristic, fantasy, and paranormal settings with M/M themes that will have a happily-ever-after. Her books are passionate, intense, and real… to fill the craving.
Here are some places you can find Talia:
Talia Carmichael site – http://taliacarmichael.com
Blog – http://taliacarmichael.com/blog
Contact: http://taliacarmichael.com/blog/contact
Facebook –https://www.facebook.com/pages/Talia-Carmichael/247134751977720
Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/taliacarmichael
Boxers
Favorite position to write?
Curled up in a comfortable chair with my laptop.
Favorite kink to write?
The kiss. There is so many levels to kissing and places to kiss. LOL.
Tattoos or piercings?
Both.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
I love the all! :)
What's your favorite thing about Magnetism?
Two alpha males who know what they want.
Magnetism
By: Talia Carmichael
Dreamspinner Press
Available Now
ISBN: 978-1-62380-445-9
Genre: Contemporary
Series: Something in Common– Book 7
Format: E-Book
Buy here: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_403
Taggart Monroe wants to know what makes Rhodes Winslow tick. Rhodes finds the friendly barbs he and Taggart exchange intriguing, fun, and sexy. He wants Taggart and knows Taggart wants him even though he won’t admit it. Taggart studies people the way he studies the details of his cases, so he’s drawn to a man who is an enigma. Getting to know Rhodes is an adventure Taggart can’t resist, just like the magnetism between them.
Excerpt from Magnetism
Taggart exited his car and waited for Rhodes by the open door. Rhodes stopped in front of him, a small smile on his face.
“What?”
“It wasn’t such a bad date after all.” Rhodes leaned closer.
“I would say something, but my momma taught me to behave.” Taggart leaned toward him. “It stuck some of the time.”
“And others?”
“I forget all I was taught.” Taggart chuckled. “It comes and goes.”
“Losing your mind, huh? That comes with old age.”
“We’re the same age.”
“You’re a few months older.” Rhodes clicked his tongue. “Older men are so sexy.” “Smart-assing even at the end of the date. The correct way to end a date is to be kind, gentle, and sweet.” Taggart’s lips twitched.
Rhodes snorted and they both started to laugh. They leaned against each other, chuckling. Taggart thought of their date. They had laughed a lot. He found he enjoyed hearing Rhodes laugh.
“You like my laugh, huh.” Rhodes smirked.
Taggart blinked, not realizing he had said the words out loud. He shifted, sliding his arms around Rhodes’s waist and pulling him closer. Rhodes moved, Taggart knew, just like himself. If Rhodes didn’t want to, he’d have never gotten him to. His giving in made Taggart’s cock harden. Taggart sensed the strength within Rhodes and knew it would be a formidable match to his own. His mind filled with images of Rhodes pinned below him as they sparred. Taggart moaned, pressing his lips against Rhodes’s. He opened and Taggart licked inside his mouth. The taste of the coffee they’d had before he brought Rhodes home filled his mouth. Pulling him flush against his body, Taggart slid his hands down to cup Rhodes’s ass. Rhodes released a harsh exhalation, his breath filling Taggart’s mouth. Taking the sound in, Taggart lifted his head, leaving a miniscule gap of space between their lips.
“I like your sounds too. Even when you snort.”
“I like your snotty know-it-all tone. Like you’re using now,” Rhodes whispered against his lips. “But there is time for kissing and talking. Shut the hell up.” Rhodes gripped his hair and closed the space between them.
He pushed in his tongue, moving it aggressively against Taggart’s. Not one to back down, Taggart met him lick for lick and suck for suck. He didn’t give in and neither did Rhodes. The hard hold Rhodes had on his head made Taggart want to strip him bare and fuck him. He clenched his hands on Rhodes’s butt, yanking Rhodes against him. Taggart rocked against the bulging erection pressing against him. Rhodes widened his legs, rubbing his erection against Taggart’s. Suddenly Rhodes stopped their kiss, lifted his head, and pressed his forehead against Taggart’s shoulder. Harsh breaths came from him. Confused, Taggart rubbed his hands along his back. Soon Rhodes lifted his head again and met Taggart’s gaze. Taggart licked his lips at the stark desire in Rhodes’s eyes.
Copyright © Talia Carmichael, 2013.
All Rights Reserved.
Bio: Talia Carmichael is a romantic who believes that family, no matter if it is by blood or those you choose as family, is integral to who you are. She is an author who writes sexy stories in a variety of genres. She believes in creating stories that encompass all that falling in love or lust entails, from the highs of that first blush of attraction to the lows of not knowing if you can make your coming together as a couple work, and then finally to the acceptance of the reality of making a life together. It's all about the journey.
Among her books you'll find contemporary, futuristic, fantasy, and paranormal settings with M/M themes that will have a happily-ever-after. Her books are passionate, intense, and real… to fill the craving.
Here are some places you can find Talia:
Talia Carmichael site – http://taliacarmichael.com
Blog – http://taliacarmichael.com/blog
Contact: http://taliacarmichael.com/blog/contact
Facebook –https://www.facebook.com/pages/Talia-Carmichael/247134751977720
Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/taliacarmichael
June 28, 2013
Today is Friday
Today actually is Friday so, TGIF!
I'm over at
torquere_social
. The plan is new release info, upcoming release info, the hammer club info, and a contest!
Amazingly, I have three books on the All Romance Ebooks best seller list: Obedience Classes is #33, Renew, a Hammer story is #25, and SWAK: Pushy Bottom is #13!
It's the last day to get your comment in for a chance to win a copy of SWAK: Plugs over at the Purple Rose Tea House. I'll be pulling a winner at the end of the day.
I hope everyone has fun plans for the weekend! (or at least more fun than my current plans which at the moment are clean the basement...)
I'm over at
torquere_social
. The plan is new release info, upcoming release info, the hammer club info, and a contest!Amazingly, I have three books on the All Romance Ebooks best seller list: Obedience Classes is #33, Renew, a Hammer story is #25, and SWAK: Pushy Bottom is #13!
It's the last day to get your comment in for a chance to win a copy of SWAK: Plugs over at the Purple Rose Tea House. I'll be pulling a winner at the end of the day.
I hope everyone has fun plans for the weekend! (or at least more fun than my current plans which at the moment are clean the basement...)
June 27, 2013
Not Friday
I have a bad habit of always feeling like it's Friday only to discover, it's actually Thursday. It happens, oh easily four weeks out of five. Maybe more.
At any rate, today is not Friday.
Congrats to Cyndy, winner of an ebook of her choice from yesterday's impromtu contest to celebrate the demise of doma and prop8.
I'm at the TRS Release Party today -- there will be a couple of general excerpts, two not work safe ones later in the day and a little wedding invitation later this evening... ;)
Tomorrow I am on
torquere_social
for lo, it is the end of yet another month. Man, 2013 is just flying by.
I am pondering whether to do a big summer newsletter that covers July and August and then not have to worry about it until September or to do two... the advantage of doing two and posting it mid-July or so is that then I can maybe have a bit of time off in the summer. It's tempting... ;)
So I wrote a story for the Scoring anthology call put out by Torquere. Short story, right? Guess who is now demanding they have their novel of how they met written? Yes, the two porny major league baseball players who star in my scoring story. Naughty boys. (they were very naughty indeed, too)
And as if you hadn't noticed, I just cannot focus today, I am all over the place. I think it might be time to call it a day and find a nice cold beer.
At any rate, today is not Friday.
Congrats to Cyndy, winner of an ebook of her choice from yesterday's impromtu contest to celebrate the demise of doma and prop8.
I'm at the TRS Release Party today -- there will be a couple of general excerpts, two not work safe ones later in the day and a little wedding invitation later this evening... ;)
Tomorrow I am on
torquere_social
for lo, it is the end of yet another month. Man, 2013 is just flying by.I am pondering whether to do a big summer newsletter that covers July and August and then not have to worry about it until September or to do two... the advantage of doing two and posting it mid-July or so is that then I can maybe have a bit of time off in the summer. It's tempting... ;)
So I wrote a story for the Scoring anthology call put out by Torquere. Short story, right? Guess who is now demanding they have their novel of how they met written? Yes, the two porny major league baseball players who star in my scoring story. Naughty boys. (they were very naughty indeed, too)
And as if you hadn't noticed, I just cannot focus today, I am all over the place. I think it might be time to call it a day and find a nice cold beer.
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