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Digging for Gold now out!

Olympic beach volleyball hopeful Kenn Majors took out his shoulder during a surfing charity event. Now the whole world's on his back, from his teammate to his father, to get back into shape in time for the Worlds, and then the Olympics. Kenn's new trainer, Dusty, is just one more change that's happened since he injured himself, and he's not sure if he's coming or going. What's more, Dusty's a hot guy who's also gay.

Will Kenn be able to keep his attraction under control and manage to get his shoulder back to where it needs to be in time to win at the Worlds? Or does the whole situation have disaster written all over it?

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...Dusty parked his car at the beach and headed out toward the waves. He loved the beach in the early morning. The sand underfoot, the sound of the waves. The only people around were the hard-core surfers and a few runners. It was great. He walked down by the waves for ten minutes or so, before he started looking for his appointment.

Stephanie Connor had called him a week ago, frantic about one of her athletes—Kenn Majors. Everybody in the scene had heard what had happened to him over Christmas, but Dusty, just like everyone else, assumed the man was out for the year. Apparently Kenn and Stephanie thought that was a bad idea.

Dusty saw the man in the sling, jogging at the edge of the surf, solid and stacked. Working hard despite the injury. It was a good sign. As long as the guy didn’t overdo. It’d be a shame for that beautiful body to be injured any longer than necessary.

“You Dustin, man?” Sun-bleached blond hair, huge green eyes—damn, that was a pretty man.

“I am. And you’re Kenn Majors.” He held out his hand.

“You know it. Thanks for meeting me.” The shake was strong, sure.

“It’s my pleasure. I’ve seen you play—you’re great.” They started walking together along the beach. “Frankly, I was surprised when Steph called me with the news that you wanted to be back in shape by Worlds. You ready for the work that’s going to take?”

“I don’t have any classes this semester. I don’t have anything else to do. Moved out of the dorms and everything.”

“Girlfriend?” They could be huge distractions, and if Kenn was going to make it to the Worlds, there could be no distractions.

“That’s between me and my coach.”

“Sorry, Kenn, but if I’m going to be your trainer, I need to know what else is going on in your life.” Food, social life, sleep—how long and when—as well as exercise and training routine; he was going to be in all of Kenn’s business, and if the man couldn’t take it, then it wasn’t the right partnership.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” There was a story there, he’d bet.

“If we work together, I’ll be setting your schedule, your diet, your regimen.”

“Whatever I have to do. I have to play.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He believed it, too. You didn’t get to where Kenn was before he’d gotten hurt without having a lot of dedication.

The guy shrugged. “I have to play. When do we start?”

“Right now works for me. How long have you been jogging?”

Kenn’s lips twisted. “Two miles or so. I parked at Volente.”

“How long do you usually do?” From what Steph had said, Kenn had only just been given permission to get back into training. That didn’t mean he’d been following doctor’s orders, though.

“I haven’t been cleared. I was just running.”

“You always do things you haven’t been cleared to do?” He just wanted an idea of whether or not Kenn was likely to overdo.

“They said I couldn’t work out. No one said I couldn’t run.”

His lips twitched. “So you’re following the letter of the law, if not the spirit.”

“Nothing wrong with my legs.”

Kenn was into rationalization. Good to know.

Kenn started walking. “So, what do we do first?”

“I’d like to get you in the gym and assess you. See what’s still working, what isn’t, where we need to focus. I’ll be putting together a meal plan for you along with the exercise regimen. Can I ask what your living arrangements are?”

“I’m staying with my folks until I find an apartment.”

“Then I have a proposal for you. Come live at my place. I’ve got the equipment, a pool, a hot tub, I can keep an eye on your diet that way, make sure you stay focused until the Worlds.” He’d done it before, with folks who needed intense, full on immersion.

He got a curious look. “Did you clear it with Stephanie?”

One of his eyebrows went up. “She’s putting your training in my hands for the next six months. We’ll get better results this way.”

“Okay.” Kenn didn’t look too worried. “I just want to do what I need to.”

“Total access means I can monitor your eating and sleeping, as well as your training. It just makes things easier. And if you haven’t got a place of your own anyway…” He shrugged. It just made sense...

Three to Heal now out!

Three to Heal, a Velvet Glove story is now out.

Jean is a broken man. He's been practically blinded and terribly scarred by an accident. Alone and angry, he turns to the Velvet Glove to take him out of himself for awhile. Club social director Kestrel introduces Jean to committed pair Noel and Richard. Can these two devoted men find a place in their heart for Jean? And can Jean accept them in return?

Originally published on Turn of the Screw and in the print book Velvet Glove, V.

You can buy it here.

Two on Tuesday

Rainbow Studio blog post up!

I love thunderstorms. We were supposed to have one this afternoon, but it never happened. Just rain.

My God It's Monday!

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Tomorrow I will be on the Rainbow Studio blog.

Three to Heal, a Velvet Glove story comes out on Wednesday. It's from the print volume Velvet Glove, Volume V.

Jean is a broken man. He's been practically blinded and terribly scarred by an accident. Alone and angry, he turns to the Glove to take him out of himself for awhile. Club social director Kestrel introduces Jean to committed pair Noel and Richard. Can these two devoted men find a place in their heart for Jean? And can Jean accept them in return?


Jean wasn't interested in dinner. He was perfectly happy in the weight room, doing reps, working out. He was even less interested in having Kestrel pout and Mal bitch incessantly, though, so he took a shower, dressed, put on his glasses and headed to the second floor.

At least they weren't meeting on the main floor where all the gawkers were. He hated the stares, the way people watched him. Hated it.

Jean checked his commlink and verified the room number, then went. Dinner, polite chit-chat, and then he was done and neither Kes or Mal could complain.

The door was opened by a young man with a sweet face. The boy bowed to him and held the door open, ushering him in.

He nodded to the boy, moving slowly and steadily toward the table, dark glasses clicking and flashing, adjusting to the low light and assisting his eyes. "Hello. I'm Jean."

The man at the table stood and held out a hand. "Hello Jean, I'm Noel, it's nice to meet you." Noel was handsome and smooth, well-dressed. "This is Richard."

The young man smiled at him and took his other hand, shaking it softly.

"Thank you for the dinner invitation." He nodded, offering them a half-grin, scars pulling. "Kestrel can be very persuasive."

"So I'm discovering. Richard and I are new here, but he's made us very welcome." Noel pointed to a chair, obviously waiting for Jean to sit.

"He is exceedingly good at that, too." Jean settled, looking around the room with its aqua decorations, a vid of an unspoiled beach playing against one wall.

Richard sat after Noel did, blue eyes shinning at Jean. The boy was beautiful, happy, laughing. Lovely. Leaning forward, Richard reached up, fingers hovering near Jean's scars.

"He wonders what happened," Noel asked, voice soft and deep.

"I was in a ship fire. There was a bomb in the cargo area." Jean turned his eyes toward Richard. "Are you mute?"

Richard shook his head, smiling shyly at Jean.

"He doesn't speak much. He never has."

"Oh." Jean nodded, offering the pretty one another half smile. "There's stuff to be said for quiet."

Oh, Richard like that, just beaming at him.

Noel chuckled. "Yes, indeed there is."

Jean didn't know what to say next, so he went with the tried and true. "Have you been here at the club long?"

"Just a couple of days. I've transferred in from Seria. How about you?"

"A little less than a season. After the critmedunit let me go." Mal had brought him here, Mal and Kes.

Richard shifted his chair a little closer, fingers gently stroking the back of Jean's hand.

"What did you do before the fire?" Noel asked him.

"I was a mechanic on the big interplanet freighters. Fixed the engines, the insides." He'd loved it too. Could have done it forever. "What do you do?"

"I design ads -- you know those big billboards you see everywhere? Most of them are mine."

Their meal was brought then, the club's waiters quiet and efficient.

Interesting. Jean carefully unwrapped his silverware, blessing Kestrel silently as he found oversized flatware waiting for him. "Sounds like fun."

"Some days. It's a job. Oh, this smells good."

Richard nodded, eagerly digging in.

The food was spicy, warm, but not overly so, and he enjoyed it, the conversation stilling as they fed. Every now and then Noel would feed Richard a bite of something, their movements easy and sensual together. He watched them with a touch of quiet envy, but also pleasure.

When the dessert course came, Richard was practically bouncing.

"Kestrel promised him ice cream," murmured Noel with a soft chuckle.

"Ah. I like the kind with nuts."

Richard smiled at him and offered a spoonful up to him.

"Thank you." He leaned down and took a bite, humming at the flavor. Richard reached up, stroking his bottom lip.

"Ah, yes," said Noel. "You dripped."

He blushed, head ducking. "Oops."

Richard giggled, fingers sliding to trace the scars on his face.


Digging for Gold comes out on Sunday from Amber Allure!



Olympic beach volleyball hopeful Kenn Majors took out his shoulder during a surfing charity event. Now the whole world's on his back, from his teammate to his father, to get back into shape in time for the Worlds, and then the Olympics. Kenn's new trainer, Dusty, is just one more change that's happened since he injured himself, and he's not sure if he's coming or going. What's more, Dusty's a hot guy who's also gay.

Will Kenn be able to keep his attraction under control and manage to get his shoulder back to where it needs to be in time to win at the Worlds? Or does the whole situation have disaster written all over it?

And that's it for me today. It's Labor Day so I have an early beer on tap ;)

The Briar Rose: Hoarse Play now out!

Having moved out east, Matt and Adam have renovated the big old house they bought, turning it into The Briar Rose, a BDSM B&B. With Adam's experience as a professional sub and Matt's patience and knowledge, they hope to help other couples find their way in the BDSM lifestyle.

Their first guests are Jackson and Burger, a well-known singer and his manger. The couple are not exactly what Adam and Matt expect, but they do what they can to help the other men learn to communicate and find trust.

Singer Jackson has just had an operation on his vocal chords and has been ordered not to speak for at least two weeks, something he's having a hard time doing. Burger brings Jackson to the Briar Rose in the hopes of not only keeping the singer resting and quiet, but in rekindling their on-again-off-again love affair and making it on-again, permanently. Can they find what they need at The Briar Rose?

Matt and Adam first appeared in Sold, a Hammer novel, and are the foundation for the new Briar Rose series by Sean Michael.

You can buy it here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=78_85&products_id=3655

Contest Winner

Congrats to Andrea Grendahl, winner of the ebook of her choice from my back catalog, my prize for the Rainbow Ebook Reviews Blog Hop.

Thanks to everyone who participated!

August Newsletter done!

I got the August newsletter done before the very last day of August!

It's here.

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy, Chapter 28


Riptide kept the bike zipping through the city, and they moved faster as they got to the outskirts. Danny managed to hold on and not come yet, but he felt like he'd been on the verge of it for what felt like ever.

All he could hear was the noise of the bike's motor and the beating of his own heart. It thumped loudly, vibrating in his ears as the motorcycle vibrated between his legs. The air was cold as it whipped past him, but Riptide's body was throwing off heat, keeping him warm. Keeping him hot.

Danny thought maybe he could do this forever, just hold onto Riptide and ride through the night. It was so good, like the best feeling ever.

They went over a bump and he cried out, his cock rubbing against Riptide's ass, the denim and leather of their pants no match for the fierce heat generated between them. He wondered if he could ask Riptide to make sure he hit all the bumps the city streets had to offer. They went over another one and he nearly sobbed.

He thought he could hear Riptide's low moan; he knew he could feel that tight ass, rocking against his cock in a parody of fucking. Danny didn't think he could hold back for very much longer. He squeezed tighter with his arms and his legs, and he could feel Riptide's stomach muscles flexing beneath his palms.

They rode for a long time before they eventually pulled into a deserted set of warehouses, the shadows deep, the parking lots empty. Side to side they leaned as they rounded corners; Danny's body, plastered close, easily followed Riptide's movements.

Eventually they stopped and Danny whimpered as the bike vibrated while they idled, the sensation shooting along his balls, straight to his cock. He thought the top of his head was going to come off.

One big hand landed on his thigh and Riptide shouted to him, "You wanna fuck, man?"

There was only one answer to that. "God, yes."

Just the words... he moaned and began humping against Riptide's ass.

Riptide cut the engine, hit the kick stand, and then turned, straddling the bike and facing him.

"Not gonna take long," Danny admitted. He felt like he was on fire and everything about Riptide fanned the flames: the huge, muscled body, the man's bike, his leathers, the low growly voice.

"This ain't the place for long." One of Riptide's hands wrapped around his waist and tugged him close. He slid his legs up over Riptide's so they could get even closer.

"Will you do me over the bike after I come?" It was his fantasy, right? He figured he might as well lay everything he wanted out there. If he didn't, then it was his own fault if he didn't get everything he wanted.

"We'll go to my place. I have a garage there." He got a slow, wicked smile. "Rope."

"Rope? Oh!" Danny whimpered and started humping again. This was even better than he could have imagined.

"Unzip. Hate riding all gooey." That smile widened.

Danny made a sound deep in his throat and he fumbled with his zipper, trying not to go off as soon as his prick hit the air. Then he opened the snaps holding the front of Riptide's leather pants closed.

They slammed together, the bike rocking, creaking a little bit. Riptide's leathers creaked, too and they were cool and smooth against his cock. He lifted his face, wanting a kiss.

"Mmm. You kiss?" Riptide leaned down, mustache tickling his lips.

Moaning, he closed the short distance between their lips. Riptide's mustache tickled, but the lips against his were warm and soft and felt so good.

When Riptide's tongue pushed between his lips, Danny cried out and came. Riptide didn't back off at all, tongue fucking his lips, hips moving faster and harder, bouncing on the Harley.

Danny didn't even go soft.

He reached, finding Riptide's cock -- God, it was huge like the rest of the man -- and wrapped his fingers around it.

Riptide groaned into his mouth, that prick throbbing in his palm. He dragged his hand all the way to the tip, the smooth ring embedded in the flesh there surprising him. He gasped into their kiss and then tugged on the ring.

Bingo!

Those thick hips bucked up. "Oh, hell yeah. Do it again."

So turned on by the fact that he had made Riptide buck like that, Danny tugged on the ring again, twisting it a little this time.

"Fuck." Sharp teeth nipped his bottom lip, stinging a little and making him jerk. He tugged that ring again as he reacted to the bite.

"Gonna come, pretty baby. Gonna come on you and then I'm gonna take you home, tie your hands to my fucking handlebars and ream your ass 'til you beg for mercy."

"Oh, God." Danny whimpered and squeezed Riptide's prick tight. "Please," he whispered.

Heat sprayed over his fingers, the scent of sex making him feel a little dizzy.

He pushed up to take another kiss, groaning. He was still hard and needy and the picture Riptide's words had painted was better than any fantasy he'd had. Ever.

"Yeah." The kiss went on and on, burning him to the bones.

"Are you real?" he asked when their mouths finally parted. He could hardly catch his breath, but he managed to get the words out. He had to know because this was too good to be true.

"Yeah. You?"

Danny laughed. "I am!"

He got this wicked, lazy, wonderful grin. "Fucking cool, pretty baby. Let's hasta."

"Uh-huh." He nodded. He was so up for that. Literally.

Laughing again, he tucked himself back into his jeans and managed, somehow, to do them up without doing any damage to anything important. Then he did the same for Riptide, letting his fingers linger over the task.

Once it was done, though, it didn't take but a second before Riptide turned back around and started the bike up, the motor vibrating under him.

Moaning happily, Danny reached around the man's waist again and pressed up as close as he could.

They headed back out into the night.

This was the best fantasy.

Ever.

random friday

Participating in the Rainbow Book Reviews Blog Hop today through Sunday. Get your comment in on my last LJ entry for a chance at the ebook of your choice from my back catalog.

I'm on the torquere_social LJ today -- talking about The Briar Rose: Hoarse Play, which comes out next week. I've got an excerpt up already and have two more planned.

Almost done with the August newsletter. I hope to have it out by Monday.

The next Club Fantasy chapter will be up later today for Fiction Friday.

I have a craving for Chinese food, which might be why a pair of characters are currently enjoying Chinese take out... of course Justin is currently naked and plugged for the very first time, too:


Chris started taking stuff out of the take-out bag.

Justin shivered. "I don't know if I can eat."

"It should make everything taste even better. All your senses are on alert."

"Have you done it before?"

He couldn't help but tease. "Eaten Chinese food?"

"Butthead." Justin stuck his tongue out.

Chris laughed and settled with Justin. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and opened up the sesame chicken. He knew it was Justin's favorite. Justin licked his lips, actually moved closer. He snagged a piece of the chicken and held it up to Justin's lips.

Justin opened for him, ate the bite. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. How does it stack up?"

"It's cool. Salty. Spicy."

"Good."


Oh yes, I've definitely got a yen for it...

Rainbow Book Reviews Blog Hop

I have to admit that what writing GLBTQ fiction means to me isn't something that I think about an awful lot. I love writing what I write, it's a joy and a passion as well as the best job in the world and you know me, I'm all about the shallow end with the pretty and the hot and the lovely men rubbing against each other to make sparks.

But the truth is also that everyone deserves a happy ending, no matter who you love. No matter your gender, your race, your religion, your favorite ball team, you deserve to find love and happiness -- to love and be loved in return. For me, writing GLBTQ fiction means that I get to give that happy ending to my characters and hope that one day the world will be satisfied with letting real men and women love who they want without penalty.

As a part of my participation in the hop, I'll be giving away an ebook from my back catalog of the winner's choice. Just leave a comment on the post between now and Monday morning, and I'll draw the winner on Monday afternoon.

Click here to check out the other authors participating in the hop!