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Mike and Jessy short story now out!

Ramping Up, a Personal Best story

Mike and Jessy, from the Personal Best series, are back just in time for the Olympics. With it being an Olympic year, all of Mike's sponsors want a piece of the gold-medalist for their ad campaigns, but Mike just wants to train. He's only got a few weeks left before he and Jessy are off to London. Can Jessy find time for all they have to do, and make sure they make time for each other, too?

excerpt here
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And it's O-9! Only 9 more days to the opening cermonies!

My God It's Monday

O - 11!!

Ramping Up coming out on Wednesday!

Dirty Kisses is on Amber's Top Ten bestseller list for June! Which is definitely worth another drool look at its cover ;)



Weather is hot and humid with more of the same expected ad infinitum. Send beer. ;)

Breaking Cover #1

Breaking Cover is #1 on All Romance eBooks!

Wow it's Wednesday

I'm having one of those weeks... but hey, it's O - 16 -- that means it's just over two weeks before the Olympics start! It means my Olympics short story staring Jessy and Mike from the Personal Best books will be out in a week!

Just got the edits on my other Olympics story -- Digging for Gold, which is coming out with Amber Allure on September 9. A little (okay a fair amount of) kink, a little beach volleyball, a little conflict with the coach... it's a fun read.

Breaking Cover is number 2 on All Romance Ebooks! How cool is that?

I've got a short story in the Masks Off! anthology coming out August 1 from Torquere Press. I just got a copy of the cover:

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy, Chapter 22


"Mmm." Tank gave good hugs and Mickey pushed in close, cock full, the taste of their new friend still on his lips. "Hey."

"Hey." Tank grinned. "Somebody pinch me. No, wait. Don't. If I'm dreaming, I don't want to wake up."

"Not dreaming, I swear." Mickey chuckled, then leaned to give his Rick a kiss, tongue pushing in to spear the hot, familiar mouth. Rick moaned for him, both of them fighting for control of the kiss.

"Oh, fuck. That's so damn sexy."

He grinned, wiggling his ass, showing off a little, kissing Rick harder.

A big hand grabbed his asscheek, solid and warm, squeezing. "Damn sexy."

He bucked, rubbing against Rick, forcing their cocks together. His twin rubbed back, humping against him. And he knew that Tank's other hand was on Rick's ass. Mmm. Sexy. Hot. He loved seeing someone play with Rick.

"I'm one up on you two." Those hands slid around their hips, cupping their cocks.

He bucked up, hips rolling to get more friction. Tank took a kiss from him and then one from Rick, tongue pushing in for tastes. Rick moaned and he reached out, tweaked one of Rick's nipples.

"I think we need more naked here. Either of you have any objections?" Tank asked.

"Mickey and me," Rick stared.

"Are fans of naked," he finished.

Tank chuckled, the sound warm, like a tickle down his spine. "Have you guys always done that?"

"Done what?" they asked.

"The finishing each other's sentences thing. It's... cute." Tank tugged Rick's T-shirt off, fingers lingering on Rick's skin.

"We're not cute." Rick arched a little.

"I'm cute. You're a stud." Mickey leaned over, joining his touch with Tank's.

"I'll call you anything you want," rumbled Tank, bending to close his lips over Rick's right nipple.

Rick cried out, the sound echoing, ringing out. Oh. oh, so pretty. Tank sucked for a moment or two, big hands on Rick's waist, fingers spread wide.

"Fuck. Fuck me. Mickey... So good."

"You want to see for yourself?" Tank asked, already working on getting his T-shirt off.

"Yes." He wanted. He wanted everything.

Once his T-shirt was gone, Tank took one of his nipples between warm lips and tugged. Tank's hands slid around his waist, fingers warmly stroking his back.

"Mmm. Oh, damn. Damn. Honey. Rick. His mouth."

He could feel Tank's smile against his skin, a wicked tongue flicking back and forth across his nipple.

"Use your teeth." Rick's eyes looked wicked, shining, dancing. "He likes it."

Tank gave him an experimental chomp, teeth closing over the hard little nub.

"Oh." His eyes rolled, his muscles going tight. "Again."

Rick chuckled. "Slut."

"Asshole."

"Dramaqueen."

Tank reached up and tweaked one of Rick's nipples at the same time as he bit again, harder this time. The little teases disappeared, he and Rick both grunting.

Tank straightened up, fingers sliding on their bellies. "Maybe we could take this to the bed?"

"Mmmhmm." Rick nodded for both of them, leading them to the bed.

Tank shed his clothes on the way, exposing an amazing body with huge muscles. The thick cock was beginning to fill again already.

"Look at that." He sat, ending in Rick's lap as they both stared. "God."

Rick nodded. "He's stunning."

A light blush travelled its way up Tank's chest and rushed into his cheeks. "Your turn"

Rick started stripping him, hands smoothing over his chest, his belly. His cock.

"I love watching the two of you touch each other." Tank's voice was rough with arousal, his gaze heavy, like a touch.

Rick opened his jeans, eased them down his hips, baring him.

Groaning, Tank reached out, hands hot as they touched him. "Look at you."

"Take his jeans off, Tank?" Rick's voice tickled his jaw, hand wrapping around his cock.

Tank's fingers were warm against his skin as they dragged his jeans off. "God, I can smell you."

"He smells good, doesn't he?" Rick's free hand cupped his balls, tugging enough that he felt it in the pit of his belly.

"Yeah. Yeah, he does." Tank actually leaned in, nuzzling his balls, Rick's hand, the man breathing in deeply.

Mickey arched a little, Rick's fingers tightening, offering him to Tank's mouth. Tank's lips closed over one of his balls. It was rolled in the man's mouth, sucked and licked. Oh. Oh, god. God... He couldn't stop moving, shifting and sliding on Rick's thighs.

Tank let his ball go and Rick fed the other one into that hot mouth. Tank's tongue lapped and slapped at him, the harder touches making him jerk, but still so good. Then Rick's fingers wrapped tight around his prick and started tugging and things went from good to fucking amazing. When Tank finally let his ball go, the man shifted to lick at the head of his prick, tongue lapping away the leaking drops of pre-come as Rick slowly jacked him.

"Oh. Oh, Rick. Rick, don't stop."

"We're not stopping, honey." Oh, Rick was so good to him.

Then Tank's lips wrapped around the head of his cock, mouth sliding down to meet Rick's hand. He would have screamed, if that wouldn't be stupid and overwrought and take away from watching this. Tank's head bobbed, mouth hitting Rick's hand as the two of them worked his prick.

"Fuck." He grinned as Rick bit his shoulder.

"Language."

"Fucker."

Rick bit harder.

Tank's laughter vibrated around his cock. He jerked, moaning low. That felt good. Tank hummed, tongue dancing across the head of his prick, pushing against his slit.

"Oh. Oh, fuck. More. More. Please." He felt it -- a heat shooting down his back, then flooding his balls.

Tank hummed louder, at least the vibrations got stronger, and that wicked tongue started fucking his slit.

"Close." He bucked up and up, eyes rolling, Rick's teeth on his ear.

Tank's hand landed on his ass, the sound loud, the long fingers squeezing.

"Do it again. Can you imagine his ass, over your knee, hot and red?" Rick's voice was deep, husky.

"Can you imagine Rick's?" Two could play that game.

Tank made another noise around him, hand landing on his ass with another loud smack.

Keening, Mickey shot hard, the little sting sweet as fuck. Tank jerked a bit, but stayed on him, swallowing him down.

"Oh. Oh, damn. Oh, that was..."

"He means, thank you." Rick sounded amused.

Tank kissed the tip of his cock and then his belly, breath hot on his skin. "You're welcome. I figured turnabout was only fair."

He could feel Rick's prick, hot as a flame against his butt. "We're big fans of fair."

Tank smiled, his eyes twinkling with wickedness. "I'd say it's not quite fair yet. And Rick -- you said something about spanking. Was that an invitation?"

He felt Rick's jerk, moan. Oh. Oh, he thought maybe it was.

Man, they were going to have some fun.

random Friday is random

O-21 -- that's 21 days until the opening ceremonies of the Olympics!

It's hot today with a humidex advisory. We've hit that point in summer where it doesn't get much cooler at night, stays humid and we aren't likely to get a break until sometime in August. Mid-month if we're lucky. I'm looking forward to September and October and November... basically everything up until May or June next year, depending on how early summer hits us then..

20% off at Torquere Press through to end of day Sunday with code july42012 -- a great time to pick up Two Men for Two Brothers, a Velvet Glove story.

Had three new releases this week, all with different Publishers! That's a first for me.

Had two stories accepted recently by Amber Allure -- Digging for Gold, my beach volleyball player and his new trainer is set for September 9, and Carvied in Wood, my city wolf/country wolf werewolves is set for October 7.

Chatting tomorrow at Love Romances' Cafe.

There's a contest over on my webpage, runs until July 15.

Okay, must go get today's fiction friday ready and then maybe I'll sneak a beer in early ;)

Shibari Auction House: Ben out!

Hurt in the past, Ben doesn't like subbing for the same man more than once. Three years ago, he let Master Lukas buy him over multiple evenings, only to cut and run when he felt himself beginning to fall for the perceptive and handsome Master. Returning to the Shibari Auction House stage, is he ready to pick up where he and Master Lukas left off? Is Lukas?

It's here!


Ben looked at himself in the mirror, straightened his hair, his tie, and headed out to the auction floor.

No one fluffed him.

No one primped him.

He was who he was and if someone wanted a night of his time, his skill, they could pay for it.

One night. One chance. In years, he'd only agreed to repeat engagements with one man, and Ben wasn't one hundred percent sure that hadn't been a mistake. Hell, he didn't even know if Master Lukas was still a member of the Shibari Auction House. And if he was, that didn't mean the man was in attendance.

And it didn't mean Master Lukas would bid on him. Again.

Yves, the auction house manager, gave him a smile at the curtain and mouthed, "Ready?"

Ben winked and strode in, dressed in Dolce and Gabbana, knowing how good he looked. He knew how to work the catwalk, how to make the masters drool for him.

The big screen at the end of the runway showed the first bid. A thousand dollars. Not a bad start for one night. He could get better. He was worth it. He stood, knowing his credentials were being shown.

The bids rose rapidly, quickly hitting ten thousand dollars. Fucking A. For a night. A night with him, no holds barred. He'd take a week off from bartending, just to recover.

The bid moved up to eleven thousand, and then twenty-five thousand flashed. Twenty-five thousand. Holy fuck. Ben blinked; he couldn't believe it. It simply was unreal.

The bidding stopped there, the clock counting down the last few seconds. He stood there, stunned, even as the clock ran out. So much, just for him. Just for one night.

The bidding closed, the winner's number flashing for a moment, and the lights changed. Yves looked around the curtain and nodded for him to come back into the staging area.

Twenty-five thousand dollars. Jesus.

Yves shook his hand. "A very nice result, Ben."

"Yeah. Yeah. Do you think it was a mistake?"

"Absolutely not. There were quite a few bidders who came just for you tonight."

His cheeks heated. "Thank you for saying so."

"If you're ready, I'll show you to your room and bring in the winning bidder once everything is signed."

"Of course. I know the drill. I can find my way." Ben kissed Yves' cheek. "Thank you."

"You're always welcome here, Benny. You're good business."

"I am." He winked and headed down the hall, using the facilities and having a long drink of water while he waited. Twenty-five thousand dollars. The money hadn't been the only reason he'd come back, but it was definitely a part of it, and the night had already proved to be fruitful, like whoa, in that department.

The knock came at the door and it opened, revealing his highest bidder. Master Lukas.

Oh.

His cock throbbed, filling at the sight.

Master Lukas was the one man who'd bought him more than once. Maybe the reason why he'd stopped coming here. And possibly the main reason why he'd come back.

"Master." His eyes trailed over the amazing body.

Lukas was tall and broad -- the man had muscles that just wouldn't quit -- and dark, intense eyes beneath warm brown curls. The man smiled at him. "I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw you were back."

Ben couldn't help returning the smile. "It's good to see you, Sir."

"And you. Even if you are overdressed." Lukas gave him a wink. In all their nights together, Lukas had never allowed him to wear clothes once the scene began.

"Yes, Sir. Would you like to begin now?" He was ready, eager even.

"Yes. I don't want to waste a moment of our time together."

"Of course, Sir." He unfastened his tie, his cufflinks and found a hanger for his suit jacket.

Lukas' gaze never left him.

His shirt went next, then his undershirt. Shoes, socks. Slacks.

"Mmm. You still have it, boy."

He stripped off his boxer briefs, carefully folded and hanged everything, then turned to face Lukas. He knew his body was toned, tanned, his nipples pierced with tiny gold rings, his pubes carefully trimmed so that the black curls just crowned his cock.

Lukas made a noise that made every push-up Ben had ever done worth it. He stood, proud and as tall as his frame would let him. Lukas walked slowly around him. One hand dragged along his belly, then his back. Ben didn't react, allowing Lukas to admire, touch, explore.

The walk-around ended with Lukas right in front of him, and all he could smell was leather from the tight pants Lukas wore. "On your knees, Ben."

Two Men for Two Brothers out!

Can two brothers and two damaged young men find a family in each other?

Kytan and Rivan love what they have, but they know they need more. When two emotionally damaged young men find their way into Ky and Van's lives, they decide they've found the perfect family. Can they convince Hinton and Jewel they know what's best?

Originally on the Turn of the Screw Subscription Service and in the print volume Velvet Glove: Volume 2.

It's here!

Happy 4th!

Happy Fourth of July to my US readers!

Two on Tuesday

24 days until the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics aka O-24. Got some new Hammer boys to play with -- a former Olympic swimmer and his coach. I'm having a lot of fun with it!


I'm also currently working on a second submission for Resplendence. Hot cops, kinky sex and pie a la mode!