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I'm over on torquere_social today -- just posted the top ...

I'm over on torquere_social today -- just posted the top five ways Hammer men are born.

Thursday Three

Today's three are all about where I'll be the next three days.

today I am at the TRS Release Party
tomorrow I am on torquere_social
Saturday I am at the Torquere TRS Release Party

Wow, it's Wednesday

It's been a long week and a half working on getting a story finished and in to the publisher, and I did it! So I get to take the rest of the day off and relax with a beer as a reward.



I mentioned last week I'm taking part in EM Lynley's The Backlist Strikes Back. A whole bunch of authors have each done a post about one of their backlist books. I did mine on Between Friends, as it's an oldie, but one that spawned many more books so it deserves some love. I'm running a contest for one of my backlist books there as well. It's up now and it's here.

In the tooting my own horn department...

Shibari Auction House: Jack is still on the Top Ten List at ARe, which is very cool. I hope Shibari Auction House: Alec does just as well when it's there, because I think it's better than the first one. I'm currently working on the third one -- this one will be Ben, who is the bartender who told Jack about the Shibari Auction House in the first place.

Tust is also on the top ten list at ARe, and it's also number 10 at Bookstrand. Kerry was such a sweetheart and he and Bellamy were a joy to write, so it's especially nice to see them doing well.

I need to get my April Newsletter written and sent out, and I have a couple stories to give a final look-over and get to the publishers. Of course the new and shiny boys are much more fun to play with -- there's the aforementioned Ben, and two new Hammer men, and Billy and Tanny (Tanny really -- he's the pushy one and in cases like this, Billy's happy to let him be the pushy pushy boy) have demanded a short, just to check in kind of thing. Now I can give them my full attention.

I hope you're having a good hump... day!

Definitely time for that beer and some relaxation.

Trust, a Hammer story is out!

Submissive Kerry has returned from Florida, broke, broken-hearted, and defeated after his master kicked him out. Lucky for him, private detective and old friend Frank finds him and drags him back to the Hammer where he gets a job washing dishes. He's doing the best he can when Top Bellamy sees him and is utterly charmed. Bellamy can tell Kerry's got trust issues, and he takes it slowly, befriending Kerry first, but he's determined to show Kerry that not all Doms are bad.

As the men fall in love, will they be able to overcome Kerry's past, or will Kerry find himself unable to trust?

There's a sample here.

You can buy it here.

My God It's Two on Tuesday

How's that for combining yesterday and today's themes?

Here's the two for Tuesday: Guest Blogging on Guy's Like Romance, Too -- talking about Bite for Paranormal Month.

Guest Blogging on the Rainbow Studio Blog -- talking about Trust

Tomorrow Trust comes out from Torquere Press. Trust is the next Hammer book and you can read about how it came about on the Rainbow Studio Blog post linked above.



Congrats to Vickie R. who won my newsletter contest for a copy of Trust and to Allison L. who won my website contest, also for a copy of Trust.

I'm taking part in a blog event that starts tomorrow: The Backlist Strikes Back!

Join me and a dozen other LGBT authors as we talk about our favorite older releases. We'll be at EM Lynley's blog for a week of time-traveling fun, starting April 18. Other participants include Claire London, L.C. Chase, Victor Banis, P.D. Singer, Shira Anthony, Trina Lane, Kiernan Kelly and more!

All the posts will be gathered here and I'll let you know when mine's up.

That's it for today (and yesterday!)

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy, Chapter 14


"Fucking hell. You're kidding." Chad stared at the bells and whistles going off, the machine screaming "Jackpot! Jackpot! " Oh, too fucking cool!

He looked over to Brian, eyes wide. "Dude! Look!"

Shit, what was the chance? He'd finally gotten the time to go out with his new neighbor, the guy was hot, gay and fine and he won a jackpot.

The bright blue eyes lit right up for him, Brian laughing, putting the most amazing crinkles at the corners. "Oh, man, go you! What did you win?"

"I don't know. The damn thing says 'Fantasy'. What is that supposed to mean?"

"Maybe some hunk comes out and hits on you?" Brian gave him a wink.

"Are you offering?" Because he'd be all over that. Damn. Brian had the type of hard-body that a guy dreamed about -- sleek, tanned, fine.

Brian leaned against the slot machine, eyes warm. "You sure you don't want to wait for a better offer?"

"I'm sure."

A dark headed guy came over, turned off the sirens and shit. "Congratulations. Your prize is ten thousand dollars and a night in our room of fantasy for you and a guest."

"Ten thousand dollars?" Fucking A.

Brian whooped and clapped him on the back. "Way to go!"

"Well, man? You interested in a room of fantasy?" He waggled his eyebrows, grinned. A gay-friendly fucking casino. Here. Who'd have thought?

"With you? You bet." Brian's hand ghosted across his ass.

"Well, then. Fantasy ahoy!" The dark haired man chuckled at his words, handed him a weird-ass key dangling off a crystal-looking keychain.

Brian's eyebrows went up. "So where do we find this fantasy room?"

"Put the key in the slot in the elevator. It'll open up into your fantasy."

Dude.

Too fucking cool.

Brian laughed. "Oh, man, this sounds like fun. Let's do it."

He nodded, looked over into those eyes. Man, the things he'd like to do, that he'd like Brian to do to him.

Brian looked back, smiling. "You coming up with some fantasies, man?"

"You know it." He wrapped one arm around Brian's waist, heading them toward the elevators, key swinging from his fingers. Brian's arm landed on his shoulders, solid and warm. It felt fucking good.

"So, do you have a certain fantasy?" Whatever Brian was into had to be less weird than him.

"Oh, no, Chad. This is your prize. I won't take it from you."

The elevator pinged softly, the doors opening.

"I'm just curious. I'll share mine." A safe one.

"I might have one or two.' Brian's cheeks flushed a little.

"Yeah? Share?" He put the key in the slot, the elevator starting to move.

"Yeah, well... I've seen pretty interesting looking dildos that vibrate and shit. Always thought that might be fun with a partner, you know?" Brian glanced up at him.

"Mmm. I know. Being filled is... fine." He caught himself leaning down, lips brushing against Brian's.

"Oh." It was almost a sigh, Brian leaning closer. Their lips touched again, a little firmer this time.

He moaned into the kiss, tongue slipping out to taste Brian's lips, slide inside, just a bit. The tip of Brian's tongue touched his, hot and quick before darting away.

"Oh..." He stepped close, thanking God that it was a slow motherfucking elevator, and rubbed a little.

Brian's moan was low and good, the sound filling the elevator. One of the man's hands landed on his ass. His hips bucked, he couldn't even stop them, he wanted that hand, the heat on him. Of course then he pushed back against Brian, against that heavy, fat, hard cock.

Oh, God.

"Ever have a fantasy about doing it in an elevator?" Brian asked him, eyes hot.

"You know it." He nodded, lips clinging to Brian's, heart just pounding.

"Then I think your fantasy is about to come true." The hand on his ass climbed slowly up his spine.

"Fucking A." He let his own hand slid downward, fingers curling to cup Brian's balls, rub a little more.

"Oh, you've got a great touch." Brian's mouth latched onto his, tongue fucking his lips.

Thank God, because he was about to start babbling about how long he'd watched and how much he'd wanted and shit and now. Now he could just focus on that kiss and how the pleasure went right to his balls.

His shirt was tugged out of his jeans, Brian proving he had a good touch as well, hands warm on his skin. He tried to work Brian's zipper down, part of his brain wondering where the fuck this elevator was going. The other part was just rejoicing.

"Shit, yeah. Please." Brian groaned, pressing kisses over his face.

"Want to suck you, so bad." He got one hand around Brian's cock, weighing it in his hand and moaning in pure fucking bliss. Fat. Heavy. Thick. Oh, please God, yes.

"Yes. Do it. Chad." Brian begged softly.

"Here?" He was already dropping to his knees, lips parting as he dragged down Brian's briefs.

Brian bucked, cock sliding against his cheek. "We're alone, and it's your fantasy, right?"

"Right. Right, mine." He licked all the way up along that heavy cock as soon as it popped free.

Brian's hands slid into his hair, stroking over his head. "Uh-huh. Yours."

He shuddered, mouth opening, tongue wrapping around the tip of Brian's cock to pull it into his lips.

"Oh, fuck." Brian's voice sounded raw. Needy.

"Mmmhmm." He closed his eyes, starting to pull and suck, humming around the flesh that filled his mouth.

"Chad! Fuck!" Hot drops slid from Brian's cock onto his tongue.

He nodded, head bobbing, heart slamming in his chest. Yeah. Yeah, fuck. Thick and hard, spreading his lips wide, Brian's cock felt so good in his mouth. He took it down to the root, pulling hard, swallowing around the tip.

"Fuck." Brian kept muttering that, over and over. Then his hips started to move, sliding the solid prick in and out.

Chad grunted, relaxing down deep, letting himself feel it, letting Brian in deep. Moving faster and faster, Brian pushed into his mouth. He knew when the man was going to come, could feel it in the way Brian's cock got even harder. Reaching up, Chad cupped Brian's balls, rolling them hard.

"Chad!" His name echoed around the elevator as Brian shot, filling his throat with spunk.

He drank the fine son of a bitch down, holding on tight, swallowing hard. Oh, fuck. That was... Yeah. Fuck, yeah.

Brian collapsed back against the side of the elevator with a soft moan. "Shit, Chad. That was amazing."

"Uh. Uh-huh." He stood up, resting against Brian, breathing hard. The elevator 'door open' button was blinking, waiting for them.

Brian did himself back up one handed, free arm coming around Chad holding on. "If that was a preview of your fantasies, babe, I can't wait to see what else comes up."

"You and me both, beautiful. Let's go see." He licked his lips, pushed the button.

The door opened to a... a...

A giant room with dark walls, a huge bed and some weird-assed contraption hanging from the ceiling.

"Good lord."

Hammer Time!

Joining Shibari Auction House: Jack on ARe's Top Ten list is Solitary, currently at #10!

Bent was the first Hammer book and still the one that I think makes the best first one to read, though it turns out that it isn't the first chronologically.

Oliver and Jack do not have their own story. They seem to be happy to appear in other Hammer couples' books, pony up for ficlets for Smutty Advent, but have thus far been totally silent on the subject of their own story.

Treat and Killian do have a story started, but it's not an easy thing to write and so far I've only got a few thousand words done on it.

Trust, staring Kerry and Bellamy, comes out next week!

Two on Tuesday

Shibari Auction House: Jack is #7 on ARe's Top Ten List!

Shibari Auction House: Alec is now available at Changeling Press.

My God It's Monday

Congrats to Patricia W., winner of my Hoppy Easter Blog Hop Contest.

Today was a cranky feeling day -- Monday strikes again ;)

That is all today.

Fiction *ahem* Friday

Club Fantasy, Chapter Thirteen


Jesus fucking Christ and all the unfallen angels in heaven, his head hurt.

Michael cracked open an eye and whimpered as the light attacked his skull immediately with jabbing, jagged stabs. He shut both eyes tight and buried his head beneath the covers.

Happy New Year to him.

He wasn't as young as he used to be and, obviously, staying up until dawn was no longer a viable option. Of course the real problem was possibly the half dozen Tangerine Sunrises he'd had. Or the four body shots he'd done off Seth's magnificent abs. Or had that been five shots?

It could even have been the champagne at midnight. It had been flowing rather freely and nothing made his feathers ache the next morning like champagne did. He'd been drinking out of Seth's glass, too, and that horny little devil liked his booze strong and usually straight.

Not that the why really mattered. All that did matter was that Michael was not coming out of his cocoon until... well, possibly ever. Surely nothing that hurt as badly as he did was even really alive.

"Good morning!" Seth came bouncing in and Michael peeked out to see his demon lover dressed in black leather, tail flicking happily from side-to-side. "Bloody Mary?"

"Oh, fuck." How did Seth do it? Wait. "Did you say Bloody Mary?" he asked, eyes slitted. Fuck, he'd risk those jagged stabbing pains to get a look at that. Seth was fucking sex personified, with a tail.

"Yup. Spicy. Cold. Hair of the dog." Those horns were visible, almost pulsing in the light. Someone had woken up horny.

Which, under normal circumstances, he'd appreciate greatly. Today, not so much.

He managed to get his elbow under him, propping himself up as he reached for the drink. His fingers brushed against Seth's and even hurting as he was, it made him moan softly. He took a breath, held it, and downed the drink in one go.

"Mmm." Seth's fingers stroked his throat. "Pretty, pretty."

He nuzzled into the touch, Seth's fingers so fucking warm. "How come you aren't hung over?" It wasn't fair. Of course if Seth's touch made him feel this much better, maybe it was just as well his demon never seemed to be affected by alcohol's aftereffects.

"We don't get hung over. Biological benefit." That tail slid up his leg.

He groaned, and then moaned -- he loved Seth's tail. "That's not fair." And then, just in case Seth thought he meant the tail thing, he was quick to add. "The hangover thing."

"Mmm. I know." That tail started flicking against his inner thigh.

Michael gasped, folding his wings beneath him as he lay back, and letting his legs spread open. "Seth..."

"Yes, beloved?" Seth settled on the edge of the bed, pretending to ignore him, tail slapping his skin periodically.

"You know what that does to me." Indeed, his prick was filling rapidly.

"Know what what does to you?" Seth wasn't terribly good at innocent.

Of course if he let Seth play innocent and didn't mention the tail thing, it just might continue. It just might get better. "You know..." he said vaguely.

"Are you sure?" It inched up and up, stroking his ball sac.

He shivered, trying fruitlessly to push into that magic touch. He hoped it never stopped. Wait. Seth had asked him something. "Am I sure? About what?"

"That I know." Seth chuckled, leaning back a bit, that tail moving endlessly.

His eyes rolled back in his head, hangover forgotten in the wake of this pleasure. His cock and balls were slapped and stroked and tickled by that amazing appendage. Gasping, he spread wider and tilted his hips, making the offer as clear as possible.

His Seth teased a minute longer, then that tail tapped his hole, tickled it.

"Fuck!" He jerked, his hips bucking hard. His fingers curled into the sheets. "Love! Again!"

"Perverse Angel." That wicked, nearly sharp flick came again.

"Yours." The word came out husky, broken. "More," he begged, heels digging into the mattress as he humped the air.

That naughty, biting kiss came to him, over and over, not enough to fill him, but enough to make him jerk, make him ache for it.

"Love. Seth. Please." He wasn't even sure what he was begging for -- more, harder.

Seth spun around, glass shattering on the floor as his demon spun, pounced on him, that thick, long cock already freed from the leather, hard for him. Dripping for him.

He wrapped his arms and legs around Seth, tilting, trying to get that fat prick into him. "Don't tease, love."

That heavy cock spread him, pushed in with a deep thrust, not giving any quarter. He hooked his ankles together behind Seth's back, pulling his lover in deeper.

Seth grinned, the sharp little teeth glinting in the light. "Hungry."

"Fucking starving for you, love." And he'd thought he didn't care whether or not he was alive. He cared. He so did.

He reached up, stroked his palm over one of Seth's horns. He felt the heat in the room ratchet up, felt Seth's cock throb inside him at his touch. "Michael."

"Right here, lover." He stared into Seth's eyes. Oh, he could smell the scent of smoke, of sulfur start to fill the air.

The thrusts inside him came faster, harder, Seth slamming inside him, filling him up.

He arched up into each thrust, body singing now. "My cock, Seth. Your tail. Please."

That burning tail wrapped around his cock, stinging and tugging.

"Yes!" He shouted, bucking up hard. He grabbed a horn in each hand, sliding his fingers around them, tongue sliding out to touch Seth's lips.

Seth howled, hips slamming, jerking into him with desperate pulses. So fucking sexy. He kept petting, gasping with every touch, his body flying, his wings trapped beneath him.

"Come for me. Come, beloved." The tip of Seth's tail slapped the slit of his cock.

He shouted, calling out his lover's name as the seed poured from him, his ass clamping down tight around Seth's prick. Seth snarled, incredible heat filling him, making him moan and twist, pulling every drop from his demon.

He went limp against the mattress, fingers sliding over Seth's horns, over the leather covered body. "Fuck, that was amazing."

"Mmmhmm. Demon sex is an exceptional hangover remedy."

He laughed softly. "It is." He brought Seth down for a kiss, licking at the hot, smoky tasting lips. "Happy New Year, Seth."

"Indeed, beloved. Most definitely."