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April 12, 2013
Newsletter and Golden winner
My newsletter for April 2013 is out. This one has a recipe, some free fiction, the usual stuff, and three contests! It's here.
Congrats to Jess D. winner of my Golden in print contest.
Fiction Friday, coming up next!
Congrats to Jess D. winner of my Golden in print contest.
Fiction Friday, coming up next!
April 11, 2013
Thursday Three
On Tuesday I blogged over at The Rainbow Studio blog.
Today I'm at the TRS Blue blog
And at Torquere's Romance for the Rest of Us blog.
April 9, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday - Imogene Nix
Boxers or briefs?
Hmm, boxers can be very very sexy but to be honest there are times when they just don't work. The boofiest of men seem to prefer briefs in my books and you can write some incredibly sexy scenes for removing them. :)
Favorite position to write?
In my comfy office chair! I know... I can and do like writing in bed, but I only do that at night or when I'm sick, otherwise the pillows keep ending up on the floor. That leads to a bad case of frustration! The rest of the time it's in my office surrounded by resources, technology and "stuff" (That's of course, a highly technical term there!)
Favorite kink to write?
Wow! I don't write kink but I love sexy scenes, particularly in showers... wet, hot... steamy... *ahem* Just give me a minute if you will. Lol!
Tattoos or piercings?
Piercings. I prefer them to tattoos, but having said that, in my first series, I used tattoos to show couples/triples etc were in loving committed relationships... and about 500 years into the future, so marriage no longer existed for the masses. And one of the books I'm working on for Total E-Bound just might have a nice big burly masculine ... author... with a tattoo or several!
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Oh I don't really go into that (gee... I don't even consciously consider it - **ponders for a moment, wrinkles nose and gazes up.**) I guess cut, thanks :)
What's your favorite thing about The Plan?
The Plan? It's so quick and the heroine and hero are both totally clueless! I had so much fun writing it and the initial premise was pulled together in like a couple of days. Then I had to play with it and push it into shape. But the story is light and fun! And I get to dabble a little in suspense. Something I've been looking forward to for ages!
What happens when wrong and right collide amidst indescribable passion?
Jonah Fielding has been brought in to clean up the Department of Authority on Centauri. In the course of his work, he captures Kadie Frost, the young woman who managed to escape his sting operation. Kadie, an orphan , now almost destitute illegal parts runner, is shocked to find herself falling for the man who arrested her.
Jonah’s world is one that Kadie doesn’t understand and fears. When he offers her a deal, she agrees to help him with the investigation. Now they must fight an impossible attraction, find the bad guys, and along the way they’ll even end up getting married…purely for the sake of the case, of course.
In the middle of upheaval they find themselves surprised by the scorching promise of passion while bewildered at how it all went awry. The clock is ticking and anything can happen next. Will they survive when work and pleasure collide?
Content Warning: This book contains a sexy hot man in uniform and a wayward, hotheaded woman, as well as lots of adventure of the futuristic and bedroom variety.
Excerpt:
The man that arrested her, Captain Jonah Fielding, she had heard of. A straight man, everyone agreed. He didn’t associate with the old, corrupt Authorities. But at this point that’s cold comfort. How can I possibly explain that I have nothing else except my little Sugar Plum Fairy and that’s why I took the chance? Her stomach rebelled and she dry heaved right there in the cells as catcalls and laughter from other prisoners filled the air. Thank the Lights at least I am in a single cell. Her head ached brutally and she wavered slightly, waiting for Captain Fielding to send for her.
“Kadie Frost? Captain Fielding wants to see you.” The clank of the cell door told her someone was coming; she struggled to her feet, lifting tired, sore eyes.
A young man, little more than a boy really, with a freshly pressed uniform marched in, unfastened her from the restraint loop, and pulled her out the door and into an anonymous corridor.
Hoots and hollers met her ears as she allowed herself to be paraded down the long walkway. As if cattle in a moon-cow yard, she thought, closing her eyes as the Authority man pulled her toward a heavy, metal door at the end of the corridor. He stopped there and she opened her eyes, reading the sign on the door.
Interrogation Room One. What a great name, she thought snidely. Really inventive.
The door opened slowly and she was quickly thrust inside. The door snapped shut behind her as she looked around the bare room. A table and two chairs sat, scarred and ugly, in the middle of the floor. The metal was cold and glittering in the cool air as the air circulators pushed currents around the frigid room. She made her way over and sat down, waiting for the captain to enter. Her head drooped to the table and she let it rest, seeking the refreshing cool on her overly hot skin.
Her hands stung and her eyes burned. She felt sorry for herself as she thought about the mess she had gotten into, and she turned her stinging hands to check the damage. They were bright red and radiated heat. The deep scratches were swollen and weepy; sticky drops of goop coated the raw skin. Never a good sign, she already knew that.
“Kadie Frost?”
She started. Obviously, the woolly, heavy feeling in her head had overtaken her and she had dropped off to sleep as she waited. Her skin burned against in the coolness of the room.
“That’s me.” Her head hurt viciously, but now she realized her throat burned too.
“Captain Fielding is my name. I believe you and I can discuss BXM parts?” He lifted an eyebrow and she noted the captain had the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen, teamed with long, black hair fastened at the back of his neck, high cheeks, and impossibly chiseled features. He had full, pink lips that would make a woman cry when they moved over hers. Huh? Where did that thought come from?
She blinked, dazed by the thought, and considered her plan of attack. “What? Oh, the BXM parts.” She swallowed and felt the razor blades she was sure were in her neck slashing from the inside which then proceeded to burn. “They aren’t mine. They never were.”
Buy Links: to come
Author Bio
Imogene is a mother of two, compulsive reader, and bookstore owner. She lives in regional Queensland, Australia with her husband, two daughters, dog, cats, guinea pigs, and chooks. She has a particular fondness for vampires, star ship captains, and things that go bump in the night (especially vampire types).
She has tried many varied roles in her working life including kindergarten assistant, teacher, principal, and kindergarten and child care director, but rates owning a bookstore and writing her own novels as the absolute highlight.
In her mother and wife alter ego, she has travelled widely and lived in some very unique places including Far Western Queensland, Cape York, and even Tasmania. She loves to travel and rates China and Hong Kong among her favorite destinations.
She blames Star Trek Voyager, Firefly, and the works of Alexander Kent for her interest in naval activities, which later became an interest in space and futuristic fleets.
Where can you find her?
Website Twitter Blog Amazon Facebook Hotter Than Hades Blog
Hmm, boxers can be very very sexy but to be honest there are times when they just don't work. The boofiest of men seem to prefer briefs in my books and you can write some incredibly sexy scenes for removing them. :)
Favorite position to write?
In my comfy office chair! I know... I can and do like writing in bed, but I only do that at night or when I'm sick, otherwise the pillows keep ending up on the floor. That leads to a bad case of frustration! The rest of the time it's in my office surrounded by resources, technology and "stuff" (That's of course, a highly technical term there!)
Favorite kink to write?
Wow! I don't write kink but I love sexy scenes, particularly in showers... wet, hot... steamy... *ahem* Just give me a minute if you will. Lol!
Tattoos or piercings?
Piercings. I prefer them to tattoos, but having said that, in my first series, I used tattoos to show couples/triples etc were in loving committed relationships... and about 500 years into the future, so marriage no longer existed for the masses. And one of the books I'm working on for Total E-Bound just might have a nice big burly masculine ... author... with a tattoo or several!
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Oh I don't really go into that (gee... I don't even consciously consider it - **ponders for a moment, wrinkles nose and gazes up.**) I guess cut, thanks :)
What's your favorite thing about The Plan?
The Plan? It's so quick and the heroine and hero are both totally clueless! I had so much fun writing it and the initial premise was pulled together in like a couple of days. Then I had to play with it and push it into shape. But the story is light and fun! And I get to dabble a little in suspense. Something I've been looking forward to for ages!
What happens when wrong and right collide amidst indescribable passion?
Jonah Fielding has been brought in to clean up the Department of Authority on Centauri. In the course of his work, he captures Kadie Frost, the young woman who managed to escape his sting operation. Kadie, an orphan , now almost destitute illegal parts runner, is shocked to find herself falling for the man who arrested her.
Jonah’s world is one that Kadie doesn’t understand and fears. When he offers her a deal, she agrees to help him with the investigation. Now they must fight an impossible attraction, find the bad guys, and along the way they’ll even end up getting married…purely for the sake of the case, of course.
In the middle of upheaval they find themselves surprised by the scorching promise of passion while bewildered at how it all went awry. The clock is ticking and anything can happen next. Will they survive when work and pleasure collide?
Content Warning: This book contains a sexy hot man in uniform and a wayward, hotheaded woman, as well as lots of adventure of the futuristic and bedroom variety.
Excerpt:
The man that arrested her, Captain Jonah Fielding, she had heard of. A straight man, everyone agreed. He didn’t associate with the old, corrupt Authorities. But at this point that’s cold comfort. How can I possibly explain that I have nothing else except my little Sugar Plum Fairy and that’s why I took the chance? Her stomach rebelled and she dry heaved right there in the cells as catcalls and laughter from other prisoners filled the air. Thank the Lights at least I am in a single cell. Her head ached brutally and she wavered slightly, waiting for Captain Fielding to send for her.
“Kadie Frost? Captain Fielding wants to see you.” The clank of the cell door told her someone was coming; she struggled to her feet, lifting tired, sore eyes.
A young man, little more than a boy really, with a freshly pressed uniform marched in, unfastened her from the restraint loop, and pulled her out the door and into an anonymous corridor.
Hoots and hollers met her ears as she allowed herself to be paraded down the long walkway. As if cattle in a moon-cow yard, she thought, closing her eyes as the Authority man pulled her toward a heavy, metal door at the end of the corridor. He stopped there and she opened her eyes, reading the sign on the door.
Interrogation Room One. What a great name, she thought snidely. Really inventive.
The door opened slowly and she was quickly thrust inside. The door snapped shut behind her as she looked around the bare room. A table and two chairs sat, scarred and ugly, in the middle of the floor. The metal was cold and glittering in the cool air as the air circulators pushed currents around the frigid room. She made her way over and sat down, waiting for the captain to enter. Her head drooped to the table and she let it rest, seeking the refreshing cool on her overly hot skin.
Her hands stung and her eyes burned. She felt sorry for herself as she thought about the mess she had gotten into, and she turned her stinging hands to check the damage. They were bright red and radiated heat. The deep scratches were swollen and weepy; sticky drops of goop coated the raw skin. Never a good sign, she already knew that.
“Kadie Frost?”
She started. Obviously, the woolly, heavy feeling in her head had overtaken her and she had dropped off to sleep as she waited. Her skin burned against in the coolness of the room.
“That’s me.” Her head hurt viciously, but now she realized her throat burned too.
“Captain Fielding is my name. I believe you and I can discuss BXM parts?” He lifted an eyebrow and she noted the captain had the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen, teamed with long, black hair fastened at the back of his neck, high cheeks, and impossibly chiseled features. He had full, pink lips that would make a woman cry when they moved over hers. Huh? Where did that thought come from?
She blinked, dazed by the thought, and considered her plan of attack. “What? Oh, the BXM parts.” She swallowed and felt the razor blades she was sure were in her neck slashing from the inside which then proceeded to burn. “They aren’t mine. They never were.”
Buy Links: to come
Author Bio
Imogene is a mother of two, compulsive reader, and bookstore owner. She lives in regional Queensland, Australia with her husband, two daughters, dog, cats, guinea pigs, and chooks. She has a particular fondness for vampires, star ship captains, and things that go bump in the night (especially vampire types).
She has tried many varied roles in her working life including kindergarten assistant, teacher, principal, and kindergarten and child care director, but rates owning a bookstore and writing her own novels as the absolute highlight.
In her mother and wife alter ego, she has travelled widely and lived in some very unique places including Far Western Queensland, Cape York, and even Tasmania. She loves to travel and rates China and Hong Kong among her favorite destinations.
She blames Star Trek Voyager, Firefly, and the works of Alexander Kent for her interest in naval activities, which later became an interest in space and futuristic fleets.
Where can you find her?
Website Twitter Blog Amazon Facebook Hotter Than Hades Blog
April 8, 2013
My God It's Monday
Today, in lieu of content, I give you a contest and two publisher sales.
Tax Relief sale from Changeling Press - 10% off your entire order with code TaxRelief2013
April Showers sale from Torquere Press - 20% off your entire order before midnight Tuesday with code showers2013
Contest!
Send an email to me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) before noon on Friday, and I'll randomly draw a winner to receive a copy of Golden in print!
Four years ago, after winning Olympic medals gold, Justin retired from swimming, and he's been floundering ever since. For years swimming was everything, but his Coach waved him off once he'd retired. The Fourth of July finds him contemplating doing something stupid, so Justin calls up Coach. To his surprise, Chris answers.
When Justin retired, Chris cut all ties with the swimmer he'd fallen in love with, wanting to make sure that Justin didn't stay with him as a lover just because it was the easy thing. He's been waiting for a long time for Justin to come back to him, so when Justin calls, he immediately offers to let Justin back into his life, and into his arms.
When he finds out that Justin is lost, drowning in a pool of self-doubt and the belief that his happy years are behind him, Chris realizes maybe he made a mistake letting go so suddenly. He brings Justin to his home, and gives in to the urges they’ve ignored for a long time. Now Chris can love Justin, give him rules and structure that Justin needs. As long as he can convince Justin that it’s really love. Can Justin and Chris put the last four years behind them and find themselves a golden moment?
The ebook is available here.
Urg, it's Monday ;)
Tax Relief sale from Changeling Press - 10% off your entire order with code TaxRelief2013
April Showers sale from Torquere Press - 20% off your entire order before midnight Tuesday with code showers2013
Contest!
Send an email to me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) before noon on Friday, and I'll randomly draw a winner to receive a copy of Golden in print!
Four years ago, after winning Olympic medals gold, Justin retired from swimming, and he's been floundering ever since. For years swimming was everything, but his Coach waved him off once he'd retired. The Fourth of July finds him contemplating doing something stupid, so Justin calls up Coach. To his surprise, Chris answers.
When Justin retired, Chris cut all ties with the swimmer he'd fallen in love with, wanting to make sure that Justin didn't stay with him as a lover just because it was the easy thing. He's been waiting for a long time for Justin to come back to him, so when Justin calls, he immediately offers to let Justin back into his life, and into his arms.
When he finds out that Justin is lost, drowning in a pool of self-doubt and the belief that his happy years are behind him, Chris realizes maybe he made a mistake letting go so suddenly. He brings Justin to his home, and gives in to the urges they’ve ignored for a long time. Now Chris can love Justin, give him rules and structure that Justin needs. As long as he can convince Justin that it’s really love. Can Justin and Chris put the last four years behind them and find themselves a golden moment?
The ebook is available here.
Urg, it's Monday ;)
April 3, 2013
Love is Blindness is out!
Young, cool, laid back professor Kieran is totally captivated by the blind and beautiful Lucien.
Lucien has been around a long time, but he is equally caught by Kieran's sensuality. He believes Kieran might be the man he wishes to spend the rest of eternity with.
Lucien's blindness doesn't turn Kieran off, but will his secret?
Originally published in Eternal Darkness and as a part of All Romance Ebook's 28 Days of Heart Campaign.
you can buy it here
there's an excerpt here
"Do I smell good to you?" He licked at Lucien's jaw, humming at the flavor.
"Yes, Kieran. You do."
"I'm glad." He nuzzled, lips sliding in a long, lazy motion.
Lucien purred, tongue licking his teeth, fingers sliding up to tease his nipples. He moaned, moving in slow undulations, cock hard as stone.
"You're a very sensual man, Kieran. I like that." Lucien's fingers returned to his jeans, popping the top button open.
"What else do you like, Lucien?" His lips found Lucien's ear, tracing the outside lightly.
"Biting," Lucien murmured, nibbling at his shoulder.
He chuckled, skin tingling. "Do you leave marks?"
"If you like." Gentle teeth grazed his collarbone.
"Mmm... Tingles." Oh, he was having fun.
"You want more?" Lucien asked, slowly undoing his zipper.
"Hmm? Yes, please." Of course he wanted more. He hadn't invited Lucien here just to snuggle.
"Excellent. So do I." Lucien's hands slid his pants down off his hips, mouth moving to his neck. Those teeth scraped harder now, up and down, making his skin supersensitive.
He shuddered, eyes rolling, throat working hard. His fingers were tangled in Lucien's hair, caught in the silk of it.
"Undress me, Kieran." Lucien's hand stroked his cock.
"Oh... Sorry. You distracted me." He blushed, grinned a little. "You're very seductive." He started working at Lucien's clothes, embarrassed. He wasn't a selfish lover, he wasn't. He'd just gotten... distracted.
Lucien chuckled, teeth on his neck again. "You're forgiven, Kieran."
"Oh, good." He grinned, hands sliding down to work Lucien's pants open. "I'd hate to screw things up so soon."
"You aren't screwing anything up, Kieran." Lucien stepped out of his pants.
He reached out, tracing the dark tattoo with a light touch, in awe. "You're stunning."
Lucien's belly rippled, the black cat moving on the pale skin. Kieran leaned closer, licking the shape, breathing in the scent of male and want and need.
"Yes," murmured Lucien as he dropped back onto the futon, one hand on Kieran's ass, pulling him in, the other sliding around, holding his head still for that wicked mouth at his neck. He purred, stretching, moaning at the sensation of their skin sliding together. Lucien's cock was hard, full, hot, pressing against his, moving like fire on his skin.
"Oh. You... You're a flame." His hand curled around Lucien's ass, holding them tight together.
"Yes. Are you a moth, Kieran?"
"I hadn't thought so..."
"No? I can feel your heart beating like wings against my lips."
"Such a poet." He shook, gasping, hands gripping Lucien.
Lucien moved against him, touches burning like flames against skin. The scraping was back, making his skin tingle in the wake of Lucien's teeth. It made him ache, made him gasp and twist, made his cock weep.
"Yes," muttered Lucien, purring, moaning, teeth biting, sharp, nearly breaking the skin.
April 2, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday - Jessica Lee
Hi Sean!
Thanks so much for allowing me to stop by. Let’s see what questions you have for me.
Boxers or briefs?
Hmm… how about boxer-briefs? I love the way they cling to a man’s thighs. hehe
Favorite position to write?
Wow. That’s a tough one. It all depends on the character, and especially what type of paranormal creature I’m dealing with. But if I had to choose, I would have to go with standing, face pressed against the wall. Phew!
Favorite kink to write?
I love strong, alpha males in my books. So what I tend to gravitate to is a little D/s in the bedroom.
Tattoos or piercings?
Tattoos…Yes! Piercings, I’m okay with as long as the face isn’t covered with them. But that’s just me.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Oh heck. Now how am I supposed to choice between them? Love them all. J
What's your favorite thing about In the Pride's Best Interest?
In the Pride’s Best Interest takes place in the Smokey Mountains, one of my favorite places in the world to visit. Majestic views, beautiful foliage, peaceful rivers… How could one resist the need—the desire—to fall in love there?
What would be your idea of the perfect place to fall in love? Why?
I’m happy to offer up a $10 Amazon gift card to a commenter.
Eli Novak, lion-shifter and Secretary of Ariel Estates has never been more fulfilled. Or more torn and confused in his life. No male has ever heated his blood or crept into his dreams before. Well, except for one. But that was over long before it ever started. So he’s straight, right? He loves women. Always has. So how can this strawberry-blond human male who stumbled onto their land have him questioning everything he ever thought he knew about himself.
Shayne Matthews is lost in the Smokey Mountains when a light in the distance leads the way to what he thinks could be a potential rescue. But it’s a decision that ends up landing him in a cell. Inside a world he never knew existed, fear turns to lust and a whirlwind of an adventure that puts him in the middle of a battle for dominance and power.
When the thirst for blood at Ariel Estates rears its ugly head once more, Eli is forced into a triangle of options where there is no right move. He must choose between his best friend, the human who’s claimed his heart, and what is in the Pride’s best interest.
excerpt:
“Fuck. Me.”
For the hundredth time, Shayne Matthews stared at the cracked face of the compass in his palm. Frustrated, he shoved it back in his pocket. Why the hell he even kept the thing anymore was a complete mystery. Did he think it was somehow going to miraculously be repaired the next time he pulled it out?
Peeking up through the canopy of pine and maple branches, Shayne watched as the Great Smokey Mountain sky went from blue to streaks of crimson with the setting sun. He shrugged off his backpack and dropped it onto the soft earth. Fatigue had set in, and his back still ached from the fall he’d taken down an embankment two days ago—the somersault that had broken his compass. Shayne pivoted, performing another quick survey of the area. His fingers curled into a tight fist.
Still lost as a motherfucker.
He’d hiked in this general area a few times when he was a kid and was royally pissed that he’d allowed himself to get disoriented.
After unrolling his sleeping bag, Shayne settled down on the insulated surface and pulled out the last baggie of trail mix along with his final piece of beef jerky for dinner. Come morning, he was going to have to find his way to a road and get back on track. The situation was getting serious. He was out of food. Shayne took a sip from his thermos, and shook the canister. He was about two swallows away from depleting his water supply, too. Damn. Things just kept getting better and better.
An hour later, darkness settled around him like a cool fog. He turned onto his side and pulled the edges of the sleeping bag over his shoulder, willing himself to shut down his mind and allow sleep to carry him away. A gust of wind rustled the leaves on the trees, and a light flickered in the distance. He blinked and pushed up onto his elbow. That did not look a star. It was too bright and the color all wrong. Again the wind kicked up, lifting the hair from his forehead and blowing it back. There. The yellowish glow of what looked like a streetlight shone through the trees like a beacon.
Shit. With the forest so dense, Shayne hadn’t realized he was so close to civilization.
He jumped to his feet, stowed his gear back inside his backpack and set out. Traveling during the night on unfamiliar terrain wasn’t the safest thing to do, but he couldn’t be far away from whatever required that streetlight. And as much as he loved the Appalachians, he was ready to go home. Not that there was much to go home to since his mother’s death six months ago. Caring for his mom during her two-year battle with cancer had been all consuming. Shayne had put his life on hold. Yet, if he had to do it again, he would.
In a heartbeat.
Rebecca Ann Matthews had been one hell of a woman. She’d raised him as a single parent without ever once asking for a handout, and he’d never gone to bed hungry. When she’d taken her last breath, he’d been grateful it was in her sleep. She’d peacefully slipped away. Shoving the melancholy thoughts aside, he quickened his pace in the direction of—please God!—a way home.
An hour later, Shayne finally reached as close as he was going to get to his light source. It had been a longer hike then he’d anticipated to get there. Swiping the sheen of sweat from his brow, he sucked in another deep breath. Wherever the hell there was.
He stared up at what had to be close to ten feet of chain link fence, considering he was six-feet tall and the damn thing was well over his head. What the hell were they trying to keep in—or out—of the place?
Shayne peered through the metal loops. A couple of storage buildings occupied the space with their metal siding walls pressed up close to the fencing. The orange glow of the streetlight between them revealed a narrow paved road that ran up to the out buildings.
Roads meant cars.
Cars meant a way out, a trip back to where he started. Yes!
He shrugged off his backpack, allowing it to tap the chain link in the process. The metal rattled but no snap, crackle, and pop. Thank goodness for small favors; at least it wasn’t electrified.
Returning his backpack onto his shoulders, Shayne studied the top edge of the fence. No barbed wire.
Okay.
This was doable.
He’d scaled more difficult cliffs—minus the simple hillside from two days ago. Not his most graceful moment. On the bright side, there were no witnesses, so he had complete deniability. Well, as long as they didn’t get a look at him naked with all the bruises he was sure lined his ass. Shayne almost laughed out loud. Like that was going to happen anytime soon. Caring for his mother over the last couple of years had been his number one priority, and as a result, his sex life became nonexistent. His dick would probably recoil if someone other than his own hand reached for it.
Shayne curled his fingers through the cool metal before hoisting himself up, becoming one with the vertical chain link. Digging the toe of his boot in, he moved upward, the fence bowing slightly with his added weight. Easy. He had this. Up and up he climbed. He reached the top in less than a minute, but it felt like forever, his biceps and quads were seizing up by the time he’d arrived. Fatigue due to his extended stay in nature had reared its ugly head, affecting his endurance.
He grunted and swung a leg over the fence followed by the rest of his body. Shayne dropped to the earth below with a humpf and crouched, assessing his immediate surroundings. Nothing moved, the area remained as quiet as before.
“So far so good,” he mumbled.
After a quick dusting off, he straightened and eased forward. His heart pounded out a jungle beat inside his head. The reality of what he was doing hadn’t escaped him. He was trespassing. All he needed was either a phone or a ride back to where he’d parked his car. He wasn’t looking for trouble. Wasn’t spying. Didn’t give a rat’s ass what was behind the fence unless it had four wheels and rolled.
His boots thumped on the black asphalt as he made his way deeper into the enclosed territory. That’s when it struck him. He was the only thing making any noise at all. The woods around him had suddenly gone quiet.
Cha-ching. The metal on metal sliding sound of a bullet chambering rang in his ear right before the cold steel of a pistol’s muzzle tapped his temple. Shayne froze mid-step.
“You’ve got about five seconds to explain what the hell you’re doing on private property,” a deep, gravelly male voice commanded beside him.
Are you fucking kidding me? Guns? He was in the middle of damn nowhere. What the hell did they have stored up here? Plutonium? Ebola?
“You think we’re playing with you, boy?” A large man dressed in all black stepped into view, the gun still pressed to the side of Shayne’s head. “Let me assure you, this is no game.” He shoved the pistol harder against Shayne’s skull and flashed a sadistic grin. Shayne blinked. Something about the guy didn’t quite look…normal. His teeth appeared almost too large for his mouth. Lips too broad.
“I-I,” Shayne began. “You see…” He licked his lips. The large guy’s eyelids narrowed, and Shayne’s peripheral vision detected movement of a second guard closing in on his other side.
Oh fuck. Me.
Shayne twisted on his heels, knocking the gun away from his temple with his forearm and the first man backward with a sidekick. Shrugging his backpack from shoulders, he whirled, slamming the pack into the next dude’s gut.
To hell with his gear.
Shayne let go and made a run for it, arms pumping, boots chewing up the pavement. His fight or flight instinct had kicked in full force, and at the moment, it screamed fly like a bat out of hell!
His gut told him those guys weren’t going to believe the only thing he’d wanted was rescue. They didn’t look like the Good Samaritan type. More like the kind who’d be happy to get you off their mountain—for good.
He hadn’t made it but a few hundred yards when something rammed him from behind. Shayne hit the road, the side of his face skidding along the rough asphalt. Fire lit up his nerve endings. Air punched from his lungs, and his vision blurred. Son of a bitch!
Before he could kick start his diaphragm back into action, Shayne was flipped over, his wrists cinched in front of him, and yanked onto his feet. Going vertical, he gasped and stared into the pissed-off face of the man who he’d kicked in the chest. The hulk-o-guard leaned in and growled, literally growled, with the whole baring his teeth, chest vibrating kind of action.
Damn. What was up with this guy?
If his face didn’t hurt so damn bad, and add the fact that he was probably about to die, Shayne would have been tempted to laugh from the absurd intensity of it all.
With one man on each side, they dragged Shayne forward. “Where are you taking me?”
“Shut up,” the one on his left snarled.
“I have a right to know what you’re planning to do to me,” Shayne snapped in return.
“You’re on our property now.” Hulk jerked his head in Shayne’s direction. “Subject to our rules. We’ll decide what you do and do not have a right to. Something you should have thought about before you opted to climb over that fence.” He turned his gaze back to their path.
“Who are you people?”
Silence. The twin muscle jocks of the night kept on target, face forward, as if they hadn’t heard the question. Bastards. His head throbbed like a mother. From the impact with the road, aftereffects from his adrenaline rush, or the frustrating assholes talking in riddles…who the hell knew? Shayne was just ready to get the hell out of there.
“Listen, I really just want to go home. I’m not trying to stick my nose in whatever business you have going on here.” He might as well have been communicating with a store mannequin for all the response he got to his pleas.
Moments later, they shoved him onto the back of a golf cart, securing him to the bench seat’s armrest with another zip tie. Shayne glanced over his shoulder as they weaved in and out of the woodlands. Soon, a large home with a massive stone front like something out of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table and outdoor lighting that accented its features snagged his attention. They rolled past, but turned, heading behind the mansion. Before moving out of range, he caught sight of more homes farther down the street, smaller ones, sprinkling the block with a dose of middle class America.
A neighborhood? What kind of neighborhood needed an armed, black-ops team to guard it?
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Buy link for In the Pride's Best Interest
Thanks so much for allowing me to stop by. Let’s see what questions you have for me.
Boxers or briefs?
Hmm… how about boxer-briefs? I love the way they cling to a man’s thighs. hehe
Favorite position to write?
Wow. That’s a tough one. It all depends on the character, and especially what type of paranormal creature I’m dealing with. But if I had to choose, I would have to go with standing, face pressed against the wall. Phew!
Favorite kink to write?
I love strong, alpha males in my books. So what I tend to gravitate to is a little D/s in the bedroom.
Tattoos or piercings?
Tattoos…Yes! Piercings, I’m okay with as long as the face isn’t covered with them. But that’s just me.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Oh heck. Now how am I supposed to choice between them? Love them all. J
What's your favorite thing about In the Pride's Best Interest?
In the Pride’s Best Interest takes place in the Smokey Mountains, one of my favorite places in the world to visit. Majestic views, beautiful foliage, peaceful rivers… How could one resist the need—the desire—to fall in love there?
What would be your idea of the perfect place to fall in love? Why?
I’m happy to offer up a $10 Amazon gift card to a commenter.
Eli Novak, lion-shifter and Secretary of Ariel Estates has never been more fulfilled. Or more torn and confused in his life. No male has ever heated his blood or crept into his dreams before. Well, except for one. But that was over long before it ever started. So he’s straight, right? He loves women. Always has. So how can this strawberry-blond human male who stumbled onto their land have him questioning everything he ever thought he knew about himself.
Shayne Matthews is lost in the Smokey Mountains when a light in the distance leads the way to what he thinks could be a potential rescue. But it’s a decision that ends up landing him in a cell. Inside a world he never knew existed, fear turns to lust and a whirlwind of an adventure that puts him in the middle of a battle for dominance and power.
When the thirst for blood at Ariel Estates rears its ugly head once more, Eli is forced into a triangle of options where there is no right move. He must choose between his best friend, the human who’s claimed his heart, and what is in the Pride’s best interest.
excerpt:
“Fuck. Me.”
For the hundredth time, Shayne Matthews stared at the cracked face of the compass in his palm. Frustrated, he shoved it back in his pocket. Why the hell he even kept the thing anymore was a complete mystery. Did he think it was somehow going to miraculously be repaired the next time he pulled it out?
Peeking up through the canopy of pine and maple branches, Shayne watched as the Great Smokey Mountain sky went from blue to streaks of crimson with the setting sun. He shrugged off his backpack and dropped it onto the soft earth. Fatigue had set in, and his back still ached from the fall he’d taken down an embankment two days ago—the somersault that had broken his compass. Shayne pivoted, performing another quick survey of the area. His fingers curled into a tight fist.
Still lost as a motherfucker.
He’d hiked in this general area a few times when he was a kid and was royally pissed that he’d allowed himself to get disoriented.
After unrolling his sleeping bag, Shayne settled down on the insulated surface and pulled out the last baggie of trail mix along with his final piece of beef jerky for dinner. Come morning, he was going to have to find his way to a road and get back on track. The situation was getting serious. He was out of food. Shayne took a sip from his thermos, and shook the canister. He was about two swallows away from depleting his water supply, too. Damn. Things just kept getting better and better.
An hour later, darkness settled around him like a cool fog. He turned onto his side and pulled the edges of the sleeping bag over his shoulder, willing himself to shut down his mind and allow sleep to carry him away. A gust of wind rustled the leaves on the trees, and a light flickered in the distance. He blinked and pushed up onto his elbow. That did not look a star. It was too bright and the color all wrong. Again the wind kicked up, lifting the hair from his forehead and blowing it back. There. The yellowish glow of what looked like a streetlight shone through the trees like a beacon.
Shit. With the forest so dense, Shayne hadn’t realized he was so close to civilization.
He jumped to his feet, stowed his gear back inside his backpack and set out. Traveling during the night on unfamiliar terrain wasn’t the safest thing to do, but he couldn’t be far away from whatever required that streetlight. And as much as he loved the Appalachians, he was ready to go home. Not that there was much to go home to since his mother’s death six months ago. Caring for his mom during her two-year battle with cancer had been all consuming. Shayne had put his life on hold. Yet, if he had to do it again, he would.
In a heartbeat.
Rebecca Ann Matthews had been one hell of a woman. She’d raised him as a single parent without ever once asking for a handout, and he’d never gone to bed hungry. When she’d taken her last breath, he’d been grateful it was in her sleep. She’d peacefully slipped away. Shoving the melancholy thoughts aside, he quickened his pace in the direction of—please God!—a way home.
An hour later, Shayne finally reached as close as he was going to get to his light source. It had been a longer hike then he’d anticipated to get there. Swiping the sheen of sweat from his brow, he sucked in another deep breath. Wherever the hell there was.
He stared up at what had to be close to ten feet of chain link fence, considering he was six-feet tall and the damn thing was well over his head. What the hell were they trying to keep in—or out—of the place?
Shayne peered through the metal loops. A couple of storage buildings occupied the space with their metal siding walls pressed up close to the fencing. The orange glow of the streetlight between them revealed a narrow paved road that ran up to the out buildings.
Roads meant cars.
Cars meant a way out, a trip back to where he started. Yes!
He shrugged off his backpack, allowing it to tap the chain link in the process. The metal rattled but no snap, crackle, and pop. Thank goodness for small favors; at least it wasn’t electrified.
Returning his backpack onto his shoulders, Shayne studied the top edge of the fence. No barbed wire.
Okay.
This was doable.
He’d scaled more difficult cliffs—minus the simple hillside from two days ago. Not his most graceful moment. On the bright side, there were no witnesses, so he had complete deniability. Well, as long as they didn’t get a look at him naked with all the bruises he was sure lined his ass. Shayne almost laughed out loud. Like that was going to happen anytime soon. Caring for his mother over the last couple of years had been his number one priority, and as a result, his sex life became nonexistent. His dick would probably recoil if someone other than his own hand reached for it.
Shayne curled his fingers through the cool metal before hoisting himself up, becoming one with the vertical chain link. Digging the toe of his boot in, he moved upward, the fence bowing slightly with his added weight. Easy. He had this. Up and up he climbed. He reached the top in less than a minute, but it felt like forever, his biceps and quads were seizing up by the time he’d arrived. Fatigue due to his extended stay in nature had reared its ugly head, affecting his endurance.
He grunted and swung a leg over the fence followed by the rest of his body. Shayne dropped to the earth below with a humpf and crouched, assessing his immediate surroundings. Nothing moved, the area remained as quiet as before.
“So far so good,” he mumbled.
After a quick dusting off, he straightened and eased forward. His heart pounded out a jungle beat inside his head. The reality of what he was doing hadn’t escaped him. He was trespassing. All he needed was either a phone or a ride back to where he’d parked his car. He wasn’t looking for trouble. Wasn’t spying. Didn’t give a rat’s ass what was behind the fence unless it had four wheels and rolled.
His boots thumped on the black asphalt as he made his way deeper into the enclosed territory. That’s when it struck him. He was the only thing making any noise at all. The woods around him had suddenly gone quiet.
Cha-ching. The metal on metal sliding sound of a bullet chambering rang in his ear right before the cold steel of a pistol’s muzzle tapped his temple. Shayne froze mid-step.
“You’ve got about five seconds to explain what the hell you’re doing on private property,” a deep, gravelly male voice commanded beside him.
Are you fucking kidding me? Guns? He was in the middle of damn nowhere. What the hell did they have stored up here? Plutonium? Ebola?
“You think we’re playing with you, boy?” A large man dressed in all black stepped into view, the gun still pressed to the side of Shayne’s head. “Let me assure you, this is no game.” He shoved the pistol harder against Shayne’s skull and flashed a sadistic grin. Shayne blinked. Something about the guy didn’t quite look…normal. His teeth appeared almost too large for his mouth. Lips too broad.
“I-I,” Shayne began. “You see…” He licked his lips. The large guy’s eyelids narrowed, and Shayne’s peripheral vision detected movement of a second guard closing in on his other side.
Oh fuck. Me.
Shayne twisted on his heels, knocking the gun away from his temple with his forearm and the first man backward with a sidekick. Shrugging his backpack from shoulders, he whirled, slamming the pack into the next dude’s gut.
To hell with his gear.
Shayne let go and made a run for it, arms pumping, boots chewing up the pavement. His fight or flight instinct had kicked in full force, and at the moment, it screamed fly like a bat out of hell!
His gut told him those guys weren’t going to believe the only thing he’d wanted was rescue. They didn’t look like the Good Samaritan type. More like the kind who’d be happy to get you off their mountain—for good.
He hadn’t made it but a few hundred yards when something rammed him from behind. Shayne hit the road, the side of his face skidding along the rough asphalt. Fire lit up his nerve endings. Air punched from his lungs, and his vision blurred. Son of a bitch!
Before he could kick start his diaphragm back into action, Shayne was flipped over, his wrists cinched in front of him, and yanked onto his feet. Going vertical, he gasped and stared into the pissed-off face of the man who he’d kicked in the chest. The hulk-o-guard leaned in and growled, literally growled, with the whole baring his teeth, chest vibrating kind of action.
Damn. What was up with this guy?
If his face didn’t hurt so damn bad, and add the fact that he was probably about to die, Shayne would have been tempted to laugh from the absurd intensity of it all.
With one man on each side, they dragged Shayne forward. “Where are you taking me?”
“Shut up,” the one on his left snarled.
“I have a right to know what you’re planning to do to me,” Shayne snapped in return.
“You’re on our property now.” Hulk jerked his head in Shayne’s direction. “Subject to our rules. We’ll decide what you do and do not have a right to. Something you should have thought about before you opted to climb over that fence.” He turned his gaze back to their path.
“Who are you people?”
Silence. The twin muscle jocks of the night kept on target, face forward, as if they hadn’t heard the question. Bastards. His head throbbed like a mother. From the impact with the road, aftereffects from his adrenaline rush, or the frustrating assholes talking in riddles…who the hell knew? Shayne was just ready to get the hell out of there.
“Listen, I really just want to go home. I’m not trying to stick my nose in whatever business you have going on here.” He might as well have been communicating with a store mannequin for all the response he got to his pleas.
Moments later, they shoved him onto the back of a golf cart, securing him to the bench seat’s armrest with another zip tie. Shayne glanced over his shoulder as they weaved in and out of the woodlands. Soon, a large home with a massive stone front like something out of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table and outdoor lighting that accented its features snagged his attention. They rolled past, but turned, heading behind the mansion. Before moving out of range, he caught sight of more homes farther down the street, smaller ones, sprinkling the block with a dose of middle class America.
A neighborhood? What kind of neighborhood needed an armed, black-ops team to guard it?
Jessica's Website
Buy link for In the Pride's Best Interest
April 1, 2013
My God It's Monday
It's actually not that bad today, for a Monday.
Tomorrow I'm over at The Rainbow Studio Blog.
Wednesday Love is Blindness comes out!
Love at first sight…
Young, cool, laid back professor Kieran is totally captivated by the blind and beautiful Lucien.
Lucien has been around a long time, but he is equally caught by Kieran's sensuality. He believes Kieran might be the man he wishes to spend the rest of eternity with.
Lucien's blindness doesn't turn Kieran off, but will his secret?
Originally published in Eternal Darkness and as a part of All Romance Ebook's 28 Days of Heart Campaign.
Latte in one hand, Kerouac in the other. Jamie and Lindsey arguing magical realism next to him, Ben sneaking a joint on the other side, periodically sneaking him long, quiet drags from that soft mouth.
Man, Friday nights were the best.
One of his students -- some heavy-set chick with curly red hair and a whiskey-colored voice -- was up at the mic, doing a damned good job of slamming. The subject matter was a little boring -- how many pre-menstrual, blood-soaked pseudo-prayers to the joys of womanhood and Kali could any man appreciate?
Still, the metaphors didn't suck.
The doors opened, letting in the cold late fall air. It was unusual for anyone to show up mid-slam, so it couldn't be a regular.
Three Goths came in, all girls with a tall man in the midst of them. He was dressed all in black with dark hair and a pale, pale face. Still, there was something about him that set him apart from his black-clad, white-faced companions. As if they were playing dress up and he wasn't.
Kieran watched them move, the maryjane making everything a little ethereal, a little unreal. Fuck, it was sexy, though. Sweet. Sensual.
Mmm... Alliteration.
They headed to a booth near the front, the tall guy stopping them about halfway there. They all listened intently to him, answered him and then two continued on to the empty front table, the third girl coming back toward his table with the man.
"God, Ben... Look at him. He's fucking stunning." His whisper just brushed Ben's ear.
Benny chuckled. "And he's with three girls, Kier. Three. You're not that pretty. Have another hit."
Ben blew sweet smoke into his lips and he took it in, letting it fill his lungs.
The man and the girl kept coming toward the grouping of chairs and sofa he and his friends sat at, stopping only when they were directly in front of the empty chair in front of him.
"Excuse me," murmured the man, voice low, words careful. "Is this chair taken?"
Kier let the smoke go, shaking his head. "No. Go ahead."
If he couldn't have, he could watch.
Ogle.
Fantasize.
Whatever.
“You gonna be okay, Luce?" the girl asked as the man sat gracefully. He had dark eyes, almost black.
'Luce' waved a hand. "Go on, Nela, have your little lesbian hour. I'll order a cognac, sit with these gentlemen and enjoy a different show altogether."
"'K."
She touched Luce’s knee, gave Kier a once over and a half smile and then took off to join her friends down at the front.
Kieran offered the guy a smile, nodding a little, trying not to stare.
The guy didn't really respond, but a moment later spoke. "I'm Lucien. Thank you for sharing your area with me."
"I'm Kieran. This is Ben and Lindsey and Jamie." He held out one hand to shake.
Lucien inclined his head and then slowly held his hand out, too far left before slowly veering right to his. Wow. What was Lucien on? "Kieran. It's a lovely name. Suits your voice."
"Thank you. I was named after my grandfather." The man's hand was cool, strong. Felt good.
"And you smell interesting as well. Is that also after your grandfather?"
"Hmm? No. My grandfather never smoked." He blushed, ducked his head for a second. "The owner's cool, so long as you stay in the shadows."
Lucien chuckled, the sound deep, rich and very sexy. "I have an affinity for shadows myself."
"God, you've got a fabulous voice." He blushed as Ben laughed at him, tickled his belly.
"Kier's shameless. Just ignore him."
"Oh, I don't know about that," murmured Lucien. "Shame is highly overrated." Lucien's voice made what he was saying sound intimate, private.
Kieran's cock perked right up and he dropped his book into his lap to hide it. "Shame is a pride's cloak, yes?"
"Indeed. And do you soar often?" Lucien asked.
He beamed over. Oh, he did love a man who knew his Blake.
"I do, although I must admit to the temptation to soar too high."
"And who defines too high?"
"Oh, you are charming!" He grinned over, abandoning Blake for Pope. "Who knows but He, whose hand the lightning forms."
"From pride our very reasoning springs. And is it not pride from where other things 'spring' as well?" Lucien was smiling, looking as pleased as Kieran felt.
His laughter was warm, bubbling out of him, sweet and pleased. "Indeed, Lucien. Indeed."
"I like the way you say my name."
"Lucien? It's a lovely name."
He squeaked as Ben pinched him. "Flirt."
"Truth. Quit pinching, you'll leave bruises, you ass. When's your lover supposed to show?" No reason to let Lucien think they were a couple, after all.
"How does one acquire a cognac here?" Lucien asked him, leaning slightly toward him.
"Al's the barrista. He'll get you want you need." God, the man was lovely, a mixture of dark and light, luminous.
"Can you hook me up?" Lucien asked.
"Of course..." He arched an eyebrow, a little confused. It wasn't until he stood and the dark eyes didn't blink, didn't notice his motion that he clued in. Oh. Oh, thank God he hadn't said anything stupid.
I had a quiet and relaxing Easter, I hope the rest of you had a good weekend/long weekend, too. Thought about going to a movie, but didn't. There's a bunch that I want to see, I'm just not sure I need to see them in the theatre as opposed to on Blu-Ray.
Jessica Lee is tomorrow's guest for Author Spotlight Tuesday.
Tomorrow I'm over at The Rainbow Studio Blog.
Wednesday Love is Blindness comes out!
Love at first sight…
Young, cool, laid back professor Kieran is totally captivated by the blind and beautiful Lucien.
Lucien has been around a long time, but he is equally caught by Kieran's sensuality. He believes Kieran might be the man he wishes to spend the rest of eternity with.
Lucien's blindness doesn't turn Kieran off, but will his secret?
Originally published in Eternal Darkness and as a part of All Romance Ebook's 28 Days of Heart Campaign.
Latte in one hand, Kerouac in the other. Jamie and Lindsey arguing magical realism next to him, Ben sneaking a joint on the other side, periodically sneaking him long, quiet drags from that soft mouth.
Man, Friday nights were the best.
One of his students -- some heavy-set chick with curly red hair and a whiskey-colored voice -- was up at the mic, doing a damned good job of slamming. The subject matter was a little boring -- how many pre-menstrual, blood-soaked pseudo-prayers to the joys of womanhood and Kali could any man appreciate?
Still, the metaphors didn't suck.
The doors opened, letting in the cold late fall air. It was unusual for anyone to show up mid-slam, so it couldn't be a regular.
Three Goths came in, all girls with a tall man in the midst of them. He was dressed all in black with dark hair and a pale, pale face. Still, there was something about him that set him apart from his black-clad, white-faced companions. As if they were playing dress up and he wasn't.
Kieran watched them move, the maryjane making everything a little ethereal, a little unreal. Fuck, it was sexy, though. Sweet. Sensual.
Mmm... Alliteration.
They headed to a booth near the front, the tall guy stopping them about halfway there. They all listened intently to him, answered him and then two continued on to the empty front table, the third girl coming back toward his table with the man.
"God, Ben... Look at him. He's fucking stunning." His whisper just brushed Ben's ear.
Benny chuckled. "And he's with three girls, Kier. Three. You're not that pretty. Have another hit."
Ben blew sweet smoke into his lips and he took it in, letting it fill his lungs.
The man and the girl kept coming toward the grouping of chairs and sofa he and his friends sat at, stopping only when they were directly in front of the empty chair in front of him.
"Excuse me," murmured the man, voice low, words careful. "Is this chair taken?"
Kier let the smoke go, shaking his head. "No. Go ahead."
If he couldn't have, he could watch.
Ogle.
Fantasize.
Whatever.
“You gonna be okay, Luce?" the girl asked as the man sat gracefully. He had dark eyes, almost black.
'Luce' waved a hand. "Go on, Nela, have your little lesbian hour. I'll order a cognac, sit with these gentlemen and enjoy a different show altogether."
"'K."
She touched Luce’s knee, gave Kier a once over and a half smile and then took off to join her friends down at the front.
Kieran offered the guy a smile, nodding a little, trying not to stare.
The guy didn't really respond, but a moment later spoke. "I'm Lucien. Thank you for sharing your area with me."
"I'm Kieran. This is Ben and Lindsey and Jamie." He held out one hand to shake.
Lucien inclined his head and then slowly held his hand out, too far left before slowly veering right to his. Wow. What was Lucien on? "Kieran. It's a lovely name. Suits your voice."
"Thank you. I was named after my grandfather." The man's hand was cool, strong. Felt good.
"And you smell interesting as well. Is that also after your grandfather?"
"Hmm? No. My grandfather never smoked." He blushed, ducked his head for a second. "The owner's cool, so long as you stay in the shadows."
Lucien chuckled, the sound deep, rich and very sexy. "I have an affinity for shadows myself."
"God, you've got a fabulous voice." He blushed as Ben laughed at him, tickled his belly.
"Kier's shameless. Just ignore him."
"Oh, I don't know about that," murmured Lucien. "Shame is highly overrated." Lucien's voice made what he was saying sound intimate, private.
Kieran's cock perked right up and he dropped his book into his lap to hide it. "Shame is a pride's cloak, yes?"
"Indeed. And do you soar often?" Lucien asked.
He beamed over. Oh, he did love a man who knew his Blake.
"I do, although I must admit to the temptation to soar too high."
"And who defines too high?"
"Oh, you are charming!" He grinned over, abandoning Blake for Pope. "Who knows but He, whose hand the lightning forms."
"From pride our very reasoning springs. And is it not pride from where other things 'spring' as well?" Lucien was smiling, looking as pleased as Kieran felt.
His laughter was warm, bubbling out of him, sweet and pleased. "Indeed, Lucien. Indeed."
"I like the way you say my name."
"Lucien? It's a lovely name."
He squeaked as Ben pinched him. "Flirt."
"Truth. Quit pinching, you'll leave bruises, you ass. When's your lover supposed to show?" No reason to let Lucien think they were a couple, after all.
"How does one acquire a cognac here?" Lucien asked him, leaning slightly toward him.
"Al's the barrista. He'll get you want you need." God, the man was lovely, a mixture of dark and light, luminous.
"Can you hook me up?" Lucien asked.
"Of course..." He arched an eyebrow, a little confused. It wasn't until he stood and the dark eyes didn't blink, didn't notice his motion that he clued in. Oh. Oh, thank God he hadn't said anything stupid.
I had a quiet and relaxing Easter, I hope the rest of you had a good weekend/long weekend, too. Thought about going to a movie, but didn't. There's a bunch that I want to see, I'm just not sure I need to see them in the theatre as opposed to on Blu-Ray.
Jessica Lee is tomorrow's guest for Author Spotlight Tuesday.
March 30, 2013
Suddenly Saturday
I have a recipe up at Romance Cooks today! Check out my old family recipe for yummy brownies.
Love is Blindness comes out next week! This is a reprint, but if you haven't picked it up yet, it's a blind vampire and a hot, sexy professor...
Look for it on Wednesday from Torquere Press.
We are having very beautiful weather happening at the moment. Sunny and warm (compared to how it's been) and it's just wonderful. I wish we had more time with the weather like this -- it never lasts long enough between winter and too hot.
I seem to have spent the entire day today erranding, so I'm hoping to be wonderfully lazy tomorrow and Monday as they are holidays.
Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it!
March 28, 2013
Thursday Three
It's a beautiful day today in the way that only a cool spring day can be after a cold and snowy winter. I love where I live.
I'm over on LM Sommerton's Blog today, answering a few questions and pimping SWAK: Plugs.
I'm craving nachos -- nice and crisp and loaded with beans and meat and salsa, a bit of jalapeno and sour cream.
March 26, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday -- Julia Talbot!
Hey y'all! Sean asked me to answer some questions. I'm Julia Talbot, and I write m/m, mmf and m/f - Heck I even write f/f when folks ask me to!
Boxers or briefs?
boxer briefs. I like soft fabric but tighty whiteys scare me
Favorite position to write?
Hmm. I won't say it's a position as much as an act. I love spanking during sex. When I write.
Favorite kink to write?
Oh. Oops. I may have answered that above, but I also like the pseudo non-con. You know the boy who says no while his wiggling butt says yes please
Tattoos or piercings?
Tattoos. Piercings can look bulky. I mean, tats can be BAD, but if they're good I love them
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
I admit to a cultural bias toward cut. I don't have anything against uncut, but I have nothing for it, either.
What's your favorite thing about Incomparable?
I think that neither boy is perfect, and neither is their solution for their problems. They're very real to me, these guys.
Nikolas is a performer at Club Bloodrose, a paranormal night spot. He's incomparable at what he does, or at least that's what everyone tells bar manager Ashe. Ashe is pretty confident, but Nikolas leaves him tongue-tied. The two of them know chemistry when they see it, and both are willing to break their rule about not dating co-workers for one another. Can they get past their hang ups and make a relationship work?
Incomparable will release 03/27/2013 at www,torquerebooks.com
Thanks so much for having me, Sean!
Boxers or briefs?
boxer briefs. I like soft fabric but tighty whiteys scare me
Favorite position to write?
Hmm. I won't say it's a position as much as an act. I love spanking during sex. When I write.
Favorite kink to write?
Oh. Oops. I may have answered that above, but I also like the pseudo non-con. You know the boy who says no while his wiggling butt says yes please
Tattoos or piercings?
Tattoos. Piercings can look bulky. I mean, tats can be BAD, but if they're good I love them
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
I admit to a cultural bias toward cut. I don't have anything against uncut, but I have nothing for it, either.
What's your favorite thing about Incomparable?
I think that neither boy is perfect, and neither is their solution for their problems. They're very real to me, these guys.
Nikolas is a performer at Club Bloodrose, a paranormal night spot. He's incomparable at what he does, or at least that's what everyone tells bar manager Ashe. Ashe is pretty confident, but Nikolas leaves him tongue-tied. The two of them know chemistry when they see it, and both are willing to break their rule about not dating co-workers for one another. Can they get past their hang ups and make a relationship work?
Incomparable will release 03/27/2013 at www,torquerebooks.com
Thanks so much for having me, Sean!
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