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My God It's Monday

Today started out as a typical Monday, but I'm getting stuff done and feeling less, uh, mondayish ;)

I have a new Hammer book coming out on June 19 and I just got the cover for it and I love it!





You can get your first taste of the story tomorrow on the TRS Blue blog, along with a taste of SWAK: Pushy Bottom, which comes out on June 26 (and yes, mentioning it here is a good excuse to use the cover again so I will be over here, drooling.)





I'm working on the June newsletter. It should be ready to go out today or tomorrow. And then I really need to work on the webpage updates, I am so behind it's not even funny...

Tomorrow's Author Spotlight Tuesday author is Pelaam

Torn and Fever now out!

I have a story in the Fever anthology that is also available on it's own:



Pistol loves nothing more than the adrenaline rush of riding broncs; well, almost nothing. He loves Bender the most. Injured and tired and not sure if he's going to be able to ever ride again, Pistol comes home from the rodeo circuit, just hoping that Bender will welcome him with open arms after yet another long absence.

you can get just my story
or the whole Fever anthology

there's a sample of Torn here

And a less than worksafe one here.

Author Spotlight Tuesday - Donna Gallagher

Boxers or briefs?

I’m more of a meet you in the middle type of woman, I like the body hugging boxers like the ones my hubby wears.

Favorite position to write?

Sitting at my desk with the sports channel blaring in the background. Rugby League, Baseball, Cricket I don’t mind ;)

Favorite kink to write?

I struggle with kink, must be my sheltered background! I like to write passionate, steamy love scenes.

Tattoos or piercings?

Tattoos and lots of them – think Benji Madden from Good Charlotte.

Or those Polynesian footy players with all those muscles decorated with tribal tatts. So did you hear the story about my tattoo, Sean? I decided at 45 to finally get that tattoo I’ve always wanted. Hubby doesn’t share my passion so he offered to buy me a BMW convertible, sexy little black number with deep purple leather upholstery…So yes, I’m still a clean skin but I’ve got a gorgeous car.

Cut, uncut or I love them all?

Well…I try not to discriminate. Lol!

What's your favorite thing about Sarah's Soldier?

This book the main character Sarah is a digi-chick – which means she handles the social media for the Jets rugby league team. I love female involvement with male sport, my sister is a sports journalist and I have a couple of friends who are real life digital and social media managers. Also a young man my children grew up with is a soldier, although he is not like Dylan it did give me the idea to highlight the sacrifices young men and woman make when they join the services.



Book six in the League of Love Series

It’s what they have in common that drives a wedge between them—childhoods tormented by loss and heartbreak that have hardened their hearts.

When Sarah, digital and social media coordinator—or ‘digi-chick’, as she’s been called—is asked to babysit the special guest at the Jets Rugby League Club’s annual Anzac Day clash, she’s hesitant. What will the returning war hero, wounded from battle, think when he lays eyes on her dyed, flaming red hair and her face full of metal piercings? More than likely, the rule-following, uniform-wearing conformist will take one look at her and double-time it away from her feral-looking behind.

But the sexual attraction that sizzles between Sarah and Dylan is evident from their first touch, and despite both having built walls around their hearts, as protection from childhood loss and pain, they are keen to take advantage of the sheet-scorching, orgasm-exploding sexual tension that is simmering between them.

Of course, falling in love was never part of the plan.

Buy link for Sarah’s Soldier.

Excerpt

Every time Dylan made love to her, it was better than the time before. This time was no exception. Sarah could sense the change in him, the way he loved her, the passion and intent in every hard thrust of his rigid shaft. She believed beyond a shadow of a doubt that Dylan Mackenzie loved her, as he had said. She rode her orgasm with such happiness and completeness that she now floated in a haze of contentment, one she’d never experienced before. Could this be it? Had they just turned a corner in their relationship? Could she have found a person to believe in, one who would stay with her forever?

When Dylan rolled his body off her, stretched his long legs over the side of the bed and stood, Sarah thought he was just disposing of the used condom. She didn’t even open her eyes, expecting him to rejoin her so she could snuggle in next to his body and drift off to sleep.

Hearing the rustle of clothing, not feeling the dip of the bed as she had been expecting, made her open her eyes. Dylan had dragged on his jeans and was in the midst of pulling a jumper over his head.

“What ya doing, sexy?” she whispered drowsily. “I want to go to sleep in your arms. Come back to bed.”

Sarah waited a few moments, wondering what was taking Dylan so long, then finally, as if a light bulb had come on in her head, she became aware of the situation. It was in his eyes. Dylan was leaving.

Just waiting to say the words to her.

Sarah had failed. There was no magic corner—she hadn’t managed to break through and discover Dylan’s fear, what fuelled his anxiety. She’d had enough trouble getting him to talk about anything more meaningful than what he wanted to watch on TV or felt like for dinner, let alone the reason or events that had led him to the belief that he didn’t deserve to be happy. Meeting his mates, going to the base… None of it had meant anything.

She didn’t move, couldn’t move. She was frozen, waiting and yet despising that she had to hear the words he was so close to saying. She didn’t want to hear them, wished he wouldn’t do this to them.

To no avail.

“Sarah, I have to go. I can’t do this anymore—pretend that everything will work out. I’m a soldier. I can’t have the pressure of knowing I’m leaving someone at home next time I’m deployed. I’ve seen how much it tears others apart. I don’t want that for you. I’ve got to report back soon anyway—I’m being stationed in Darwin, awaiting further orders. That’s what today’s meeting was all about. I’m sorry. I wish it could be different…I could be different.”

Sarah felt the exact moment her heart broke. The jagged pain was so intense, the rip so profound that she placed her hands on her chest just to make sure it hadn’t torn open. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming that she could not take a breath. Perhaps she did not want to.

He was gone before she could manage to force air back into her lungs. Before she could throw herself at his feet and beg for him to give them another chance. Beg him to try to change. Tell him that she loved him, didn’t think she would survive without him. But she had no chance to do any of those things—to plead and grovel with no thought for her pride—because Dylan had gone.

The sound of her front door closing was a death knell in her ears.

His words echoed in her head, bounced around inflicting wound after wound. The ‘I can’ts’ and the ‘I won’ts’. It was all about him. His pain, his fear, his decision, yet she was left with her heart splintered, her soul destroyed. She should have known better. But I love him.

Her wail was so distraught—the sobs that wracked her body so filled with grief that she thought she would never regain control of her emotions. The despair she felt sucked all the light from the room, and Sarah was afraid it would never return.

My Bio and Contact Addresses

Sydney-born Donna Gallagher decided at an early age that life needed be tackled head on. Leaving home at 15 she supported herself through her teen years. In her twenties she married a professional sportsman, her love of sport -- especially rugby league -- probably overriding her good sense.

The seven-year marriage was an adventure. There were the emotional ups and downs of having a husband with a public profile in a sometimes glamorous but always high-pressure field. There were always interesting characters to meet and observe and even the opportunity to live for a time in the UK.

Eventually Donna returned home a single woman, but she never lost her passion for watching sport, as well as the people in and around it.

Now happily re-married and with three sons Donna loves coffee mornings with her female friends, sorting through problems from the personal to the international. But she's on even footing with the keenest man when it comes to watching and talking rugby league.

Donna considers herself something of a black sheep in a family of high achievers. Her brother has a doctorate in mathematics and her sister is a well-known sports journalist.

An avid reader, especially of romance, Donna finally found she couldn't stop the characters residing in her imagination from spilling onto paper. Naturally rugby league is the backdrop to her League of Love Series, published through UK publisher Total-E-Bound, spicy tales of hunky heroes and spunky heroines overcoming adversity to eventually find true love.

http://www.donnagallagherromance.com
http://facebook.com/donnagallagher63
https://twitter.com/donnag63
http://donnagallagherromance.wordpress.com/

I will give away an e-Book of Sarah’s Soldier (from Amazon or ARe) to a randomly chosen commenter.

Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia winners!

Congrats to Meike Durr, Peggy Clark and Brenopa, winners of my HAHAT prizes. Winners have been contacted via email.

Thank you to everyone who left a comment and who participated in the hop.

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My God It's Monday

It sure is Monday today, isn't it? Funny how some Mondays are great, some are neutral and others are Mondays dun, dun dun daaaa. Today is a cross between one of those and neutral.

Today I'm blogging about smut over on ARE Cafe

Tomorrow I'm on the Rainbow Studio blog. You can get your first peek at Torn (see below) there tomorrow :)

I'm taking part in The Romance Review's Sizzling Summer Reads this month. My post will be up toward the end of the month. You do have to scroll down the page and login to participate.

I have a story in the Fever anthology that's coming out on Wednesday from Torquere Press. My story will also be available as a stand alone.



Pistol loves nothing more than the rush of riding broncs, well, almost nothing -- his loves Bender the most. Injured and tired and not sure if he's going to be able to ever ride again, he comes home from the rodeo circuit, just hoping that Bender will welcome him home after yet another long absence.

Tomorrow's Author Spotlight Tuesday is Donna Gallagher.

Merry Month of Masturbation #18

"You only do it in the bedroom?" Billy asked.

"Call me old-fashioned. I draw the curtains, too." Gordon winked and went back to nursing his beer.

"So Frank must know what you've been up to."

"You think Tanny doesn't know when you do it?"

"I don't." Billy shrugged when everyone looked at him. "Tanny isn't allowed to, so I don't, either."

Marcus grinned. "See? We're all in their thrall."

Merry Month of Masturbation #17

Frank was on a case, had been all week. Gordon didn't know why the sleeze balls always conducted business at night. Well, okay, he did, but still. It made him grumpy when Frank was on stake outs night after night.

So four nights in he was bored, lonely and horny. And only one solution presented itself.

He headed for the bedroom for a little one-handed distraction.

Merry Month of Masturbation #16

Billy chuckled. "You're stupid for your sub."

"Like any man here isn't." Marcus gave Billy a pointed look.

The man nodded, not disagreeing at all.

"We're supposed to be stupid for them." Gordon leaned back, nursing his beer.

"It's what being in love's all about, isn't it?" He waited for Gordon's nod before asking the man. "So what's your best masturbation story?"

"Oh, I'm too old for that kind of thing."

Marcus just snorted; they all knew better.

Author Spotlight Tuesday - Suzanne Graham

Boxers or briefs?

Briefs are by fair the best. Gotta love the way they curve over a nice tight ass and of course, mold themselves so well over what a man's got up front. Boxers just seem a little too loose, not sexy at all.

Favorite position to write?

On my back on a bed...which also seems to be one of the favorite positions for my characters having sex. Though with menage scenes, positions can get quite creative, especially when mixing the genders of the lovers. In my upcoming release, Faith's Revenge, having sex on office desks seems to be a favorite position for the hero and two heroines.

Favorite kink to write?

By far, I love writing menage. So much attention is given to a character when he or she is being loved by multiple people. Who wouldn't want to be the focus of that kind of concentration? And I always like to include a power dynamic, whether it's actual BDSM or simply two lovers negotiating their positions in the relationship. Having one partner more dominant than the other is always a turn on when I write.

Tattoos or piercings?

I don't think I've ever written a pierced hero, not that I'm opposed to it. It just hasn't fit any of my hero's profiles yet, but I love tattoos on muscular men.

Cut, uncut or I love them all?

Hmmm...once he's erect, does it really matter? Give me a thick one and I don't care about the rest.

What's your favorite thing about Faith's Revenge?

Faith's Revenge was a new experience for me. I've never worked with a co-author before, and it's been great. The "voice" of this story is much different from my previous titles, as it is a combination of Michael and me. I'd say it has a rougher tone than my other stories. I guess that's because of the addition of a writing partner with a heck of a lot more testosterone than me. *grin*




Faith Daniels is experienced with using her body to ensure survival for her and her brother, even finding her own pleasure in her encounters with both men and women. When her brother is imprisoned as a Resistance member, Faith will use her talents in exchange for information to rescue him, even at the expense of losing the first man she’s ever loved.

Trake Forrester, a dark-skinned Aristos of New Washington DC, has had his eye on his blonde assistant since Faith started working for him. Her curvy build entices him, but it’s her innate kindness that draws him to her. When he has the opportunity to help her rescue her brother, his complicated relationship with his fiancée, Deja Cain, is useful as well as a hindrance to pursuing his feelings for Faith.

Faith's Revenge will be available for purchase on June 5 at Resplendence Publishing

Excerpt:

Faith carefully, yet casually, placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned over, giving him ample opportunity to smell her pheromone laced perfume. Her blonde hair slowly fell forward and brushed against his dark skin as she arranged the document flimsies on the desk in front of him.

Deputy Director of Military Transportation for New Washington DC, Trake Forrester, stiffened slightly at the unnecessary contact from his office assistant, but otherwise acted as if there was nothing unusual happening.

Faith smiled to herself; she was not done yet. “As always, if you need anything...” she said as she straightened.

Silence settled between them. Then Trake glanced up at her.

Acting as if she were distracted by other thoughts, Faith tossed back her shoulder-length hair and tugged down her blouse, stretching it tight across her D-cup breasts. She smoothed her short black business skirt over her ample hips as she met his brown eyes with her cool blue ones.

Yes, he got all that. She couldn’t tell for sure from where she was standing, but she was nearly certain he was getting an erection.

Some women might be uncomfortable in her body, but at twenty-eight years old, Faith had the confidence of a woman who had pleased many men who desired her curvy build. Soon, Trake would be her lover, and she would have what she wanted. She’d be one step closer to freeing Collin.

She would do anything to get her brother released, but she had to admit this plan didn’t require her to do something she wouldn’t otherwise want to do...eagerly. Anticipating what was sure to happen soon, she exited Trake’s office with an extra sway to her hips.

Hard and irritated, Trake ran a hand over his short hair. Only in his early thirties, he absentmindedly noticed his hairline was showing signs of receding, but why should it matter? Just this very morning, he’d thought of placing his service pistol in his mouth and pulling the trigger. When he’d tried to come up with something to look forward to in his miserable day, he’d thought of her...Faith.

She always had a smile for him, and due to her warmth and affection, she was well liked by everyone in the office.

Was he fooling himself into thinking she had a bit more affection for him or was it just because he was her boss? He knew he was attracted to her, even though he could never have her.

As she walked out his door, he noticed yet again how she carried her body with confidence. He liked her womanly build. Yes, he liked his women thick, but it wasn’t just that; he liked her bearing.

She was a bit younger than him, but her eyes seemed twice as old, even as they shone with her innate kindness. That was Faith’s way, concerned about others. Most days she would see how stressed he was and try to cheer him up with a small comment or a compliment, and it usually worked. She was willing to listen when he couldn’t hold back and vented his frustrations.

Yesterday, she’d asked for a favor, and now, she awaited his reply. He knew he’d give in to her request because she was concerned for her brother, which further strengthened his resolve to not hurt her.

The problem wasn’t when, but how. How could he find information on her recently arrested brother’s whereabouts without raising suspicion?

Glancing out his office door, he watched the answer to the question come strolling into the large government office--Deja Cain of the Cain dynasty and Senior Director of the Marshall’s office--in her sexy skirt and glittering jewels. As usual, the expression on her beautiful dark brown face was confident and fierce.

“Hello, fiancée,” Trake said to Deja in a singsong voice as she palmed his office door closed.

He glanced down at his desk. The flimsies were untouched, exactly where Faith had left them. This is not the way to ask for something. He chided himself. When he raised his head to meet Deja’s eyes, her usual, fierce gaze didn’t surprise him.
But something had changed in him this morning. He was tired, tired of being tough, of acting tough. He was also tired of his fake engagement with Deja. However, now was not the best time to end it.

“Are we going to do this, Trake?” she asked in a silky, cultured voice as she glided toward a chair facing his desk.

Saying his name was a nice touch, he thought. It still moved him deep inside. There had been a time when he’d loved her...that was before.

“What, your request?” he said in a mocking tone as she regally sat. “Why, Deja, we would be arrested as deviants and given an unlimited sentence in the labor camps.” He leaned back in his seat and considered her.

She adjusted her position in her chair as if she didn’t plan to leave until she was ready. “I can make the arrangements, if you...can’t,” Deja said, contempt dripping from her words.

Trake stood suddenly and walked around to the front of his desk. Leaning against the edge, he bent down close to Deja’s face.

She turned her cheek to him as if she expected he was about to slap her. A smile quirked her lips. Prove to me you’re not weak, she seemed to say.

In New DC, to be weak was to die. Since the last great nuclear war over a hundred years ago, New Washington DC had survived mostly due to its harsh military monarchy.

Trake considered Deja for a long moment, then straightened with a sigh. “As your luck would have it, you have something she wants.”

Startled, Deja leaned forward. “Huh?” she asked uncharacteristically with a frown.

Trake and Deja had played many times over the years, always at her insistence. Many inducements had been made, sometimes money, sometimes blackmail. Mostly money and Trake always handled it. Never had there been something Deja could personally provide.

“Let’s have her ask you herself, shall we?” he said, enjoying Deja’s discomfort as he touched his ear and engaged his personal comm bud to summon Faith.

Merry Month of Masturbation #15

The smell of leather got him going, if he let it, and more than one afternoon had been spent downstairs at his workbench, as he worked his own cock while Jim wrote up in his office.

Of course his baby was never very far from his mind.

His stunning boy.

He loved being wrapped in the scent of leather, of sex, thinking of his gorgeous boy.

Pretty in ink, piercings catching the light...

Moaning for him, needing him...

He worked his cock, imagining that Jim was sucking him.

"Master? Lunch is ready." That voice was all it took to send him over the edge.

"Coming, baby."