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My Sexy Saturday - Faded Love

   Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published. For this week, I thought I’d do something from Faded Love, a single release from the Carved in Flesh anthology.Enjoy! And don’t forget to visit the rest of Blog Hop! * * * * In a society that worships beauty and is filled with everyday images of what’s ideal, what would happen to an internationally well-known model who ends up scarred? Can his lover prove that scars fade, but love doesn’t?
 Faded Love – single release from the Carved in Flesh anthology 
Blurb: One moment in time can change your life, especially a life that revolves around your face. A near-fatal car accident leaves a world famous model’s face scarred and his career in a tailspin. The life Ashley knew is over and he wants to do nothing but fade away into nothingness. Only his lover, Will, can pull him out of his dark depression and make Ashley see even scars can be beautiful.    Buy Link: http://www.stormmoonpress.com/books/Faded-Love.aspx
It was just like that doctor at the hospital said. He asked if Ashley was important to him. When Will said yes, the doctor gave Will the number to a shrink. He warned Will to let Ashley grieve for a while, and then—as hard as it would be—to act. To do whatever needed to be done. That time had come. Will walked to Ashley’s room, took a deep breath and opened the door. Let the fireworks begin.
Will switched on a desk table lamp and the room flooded with light. “Time to get up.”
A pillow flew by Will’s head. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Turn that off—now. Then get out.”
Will crossed his arms over his chest. “No. You’re getting up, one way or the other. The room smells. Hell, you smell. You need a shower.”
Ashley glared at Will. “If I reek that bad, feel free to leave. You know where the door is.”
Will walked to the edge of the bed. “Again, not happening. Either get up, or I’ll get you up. Your choice. But you will take a shower.”
Ashley stuck his middle finger up.

Wednesday Briefs - Nighttime Promises #12

[image error] Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompts for this week are:

"my kingdom for a horse" 

or "open wide for chunky"

or "Singing in the rain" 

or "Damn me, but that's awfully large!" 

or use something stolen 

or have a miracle in your story 

or have a character who feels like he/she's getting ill 

or use: a condom, a wing, and a prayer. ~ ~ ~
~Nighttime Promises is the 3rd book in the Nighttime series, which is published by Romance First. I'm using the prompts to help me get going on this book. Yes, this is a tentacle story lol. Fair warning! I'm going to pull this about 3/4th of the way through, expand it, and send it off. Most of the story will be shown on here though. I'm giving this warning so no one will be caught off guard when I pull the story.
 
Nighttime Promises #12
Daroshi crawled over Bryan. He’d take this stolen moment of pleasure then deal with Bryan adapting to his way of life. Two of his tentacles lifted off his back and wrapped around Bryan’s wrists. The tentacles jerked his mate’s hands up over his head. A soft sound of need sounded from the man trapped under him. Bryan stared up at him, those blue eyes so alien but beautiful. Daroshi eyed the thick cock that leaked precome, the fluid smearing across Bryan’s belly. So thick, so hard… so beautifully formed.
His fingers rolled Bryan’s stiff nipples, pulling and tugging. Bryan arched, his head thrown back. Mine, all mine, and so responsive. A soft gasp rose from Bryan as Daroshi’s lips brushed across a hard peak. Breathless moans encouraged Daroshi as he sucked the nub into his mouth, his teeth worrying the nipple, while his other hand twisted the neglected nub.
As satisfying as that sexy chest was, Bryan’s treasure trail beckoned to him more. His fingers drifted down and followed the path, gently tugging the hair. Their kind had no hair, but he was fascinated by Bryan’s. As his fingers drifted closer to Bryan’s cock, another small sound greeted him. He clicked in pleasure as he studied Bryan’s dick. It was hard against his stomach and angry red. Daroshi feathered his fingers across Bryan’s shaft and took hold, stroking slowly.
“Yessss…” Bryan hissed.
Does he really think I’m going to bring him off so quickly? He’s going to scream for me first. Daroshi leaned down and kissed Bryan’s belly, weaving his way down, leaving a wet trail of kisses. His tongue flicked out to taste the precome leaking from the tip of Bryan’s dick, his hand stroking the smooth, hot skin.
“Please, Daroshi, please… more.”
Bryan’s cries of pleasure, mixed with pleas for more, inflamed him, but he was nowhere close to letting Bryan come. Yet he did like hearing Bryan so needy. And Gods, so quickly. He wanted to hear more of those sweet sounds. Daroshi’s mouth covered Bryan’s dick. His tongue curled around the hard, pulsing flesh, moving up and down the throbbing shaft. It had taken him a bit to get used to Bryan’s secretions—they were not as sweet as his, more of a salty flavor—but he liked the taste now.
When his tongue slithered across the head of Bryan’s dick, his human nearly came off the bed. His chest heaved and his body thrashed as Daroshi bobbed his head. His hand slipped down and rolled Bryan’s balls, separating the fragile orbs. His finger teased the puckered flesh that twitched, begging to be entered.
He rubbed Bryan’s hole as he sucked, but he didn’t try to enter that sweet place. Bryan needed something to ease the way, since humans didn’t self-lubricate. Besides, he liked this activity, and before long, Bryan’s dick swelled in his mouth. 
“Daroshi, please, I’m close. I’m there, man. Stop, or it’s going to be over before it begins.”
No, it won’t. Daroshi sucked harder. Bryan groaned, his body stiffening. Moments later, Bryan came in his mouth. Several shots went straight down his throat before he eased back. Daroshi flicked his eyes up Bryan’s trembling body, enjoying the way his head twisted on the pillow. When there was nothing left, he released the soft flesh. Bryan’s dick flopped down. Daroshi studied this human he’d chosen as his mate. He truly was exquisite in the aftermath of his pleasure.
His tentacles released Bryan’s wrists. Quick as a heartbeat, Bryan threaded his hands through Daroshi’s tentacles and jerked his head down until their lips met. Daroshi let Bryan explored his mouth, tasting his seed. With a grunt, Daroshi finally raised his head. Bryan’s lips were swollen and he was flushed.  
“You know what I want,” Bryan whispered.
For several moments, Daroshi let his tentacles roam over his mate, touching then moving on. A sharp wheeze caught his attention, and one tentacle moved down to hover over Bryan’s lower stomach. Daroshi felt Bryan jump as his tentacle wrapped around Bryan’s dick, slowly jacking him off. The sharp scent of Bryan’s need drove Daroshi mad and Bryan’s breathing picked up as more tentacles moved over his body. Other tentacles fondled Bryan’s arms as they pulled them again above his head. Daroshi stretched over Bryan and blew in his ear. He rumbled tenderly with pleasure when Bryan moaned. His tentacle working Bryan’s dick sped up. Bryan wiggled in Daroshi’s arms, small sounds escaping as more tentacles slithered across his stomach, teasing and petting.
“Oh… oh Daroshi, yeah.”
Hungry now, more tentacles draped over Bryan’s legs, pulling them apart. Bryan squirmed in Daroshi’s arms. It wasn’t enough. Daroshi had promised he would scream with pleasure. Another tentacle bumped against Bryan’s lips.
“Suck it, mate.”
The tentacle hovered near his mouth, waiting, and Bryan licked his lips. Daroshi decided to add incentive to why Bryan should do what he said. Another tentacle covered the head of Bryan’s dick while the others continued to stroke him. One tentacle rolled his mate’s sensitive sac, separating the balls and rolling them. Bryan strained in his arms and his mouth fell open.
The waiting tentacle slipped inside.

TBC
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My Sexy Saturday - To Touch the Sky

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
For this week, I thought I’d do something from a WIP I'm working on called To Touch the Sky. It's the second novel in the Leap of Faith series. In our day and age, this Native American shifter is called Hawk. The excerpt takes place before the white man arrived. During this time, Hawk went by the name Chetan. Oh, and he's a red-tailed hawk shifter.
Enjoy! And don’t forget to visit the rest of Blog Hop! * * * “Oh Spirit,” Chetan whispered. He’d let his attention drift from his nephew and now… His own cries joined the madness as a monstrous bull darted from the stampede and charged Isi. Several spears protruded from the maddened bull. The night was cool, and steam blew from its nose. The rank smell of the animal nearly gagged him. As reality slowed to a crawl, he saw Isi standing still, his hands by his side… doing nothing. Sound distorted and warped as he yelled, his voice hopelessly lost in the pandemonium raging around him, for Isi to move, draw his bow… do something. Isi stood frozen as Chetan continued to yell, running toward the young brave, waving his arms frantically. If he could just get the bull’s attention… If he could just get to Isi’s side before… He saw a black cougar casing the buffalo, gaining rapidly. More cat shifters landed on the buffalo’s back and attacked, sinking their great canines into the animal. It still wasn’t enough. The bull was now a short distance from Isi and bearing down, the young warrior in its sights. Oh Wha-tay, I’m not going to make it!His legs pumped, his breath wheezed… and it didn’t matter. Oh please, Great Mother, no. Not this young one. Please. It’s my fault. I let myself get distracted. Don’t let him… Take me, instead.The black cougar raced besides the buffalo then darted in close as it latched on to the throat in an effort to suffocate the massive beast. The danger was immense; the buffalo would trample the black cougar if given the chance. The bull was too close and still Isi stood unmoving. Why is he just standing there? There was no way, no way for him to get to Isi in time. Chetan stumbled to a stop and raised his bow, carefully taking aim. Please, please, let my aim be true. The arrow struck the buffalo dead in the face, but it was too late. It plowed into Isi with its mighty horns. Isi’s body flew high into the air, blood spurting form the terrible wounds in his body. A scream filled the air. Was that Isi? Isi’s mother? Or the bull?“No. No!” Chetan’s own scream joined the ones around him.

 

Welcome Chris T. Kat - Hunter's Hunt release from Torquere

Hey everyone! Today I have my good friend, Chris, visiting with me. She's here to talk about her first release from Torquere and it sounds like a goodie. :)




Finding a fitting Book Cover  
Michelle, thank you very much for having me. I'm here to talk about my new release Hunter's Hunt, which was published by Torquere Press on September 18th. It's my first book with Torquere and I'm excited about it.
I'm a big fan of drawn covers and usually not very keen on covers with headless torsos. I admit that I've thought twice about buying books with these kind of covers because in most cases they don't do a thing for me.
When I got the form I had to fill out for Torquere regarding the cover for Hunter's Hunt I originally had a certain scene in mind. I wanted a bar in the background with Hunter holding a wet Adrian in his arms. Sounded easy in my imagination and would have been a perfect fit.
Yeah, and then reality crashed into my nice imaginary bubble. Very inconsiderate of it!
Brandon Clay, the cover artist responsible for the cover, informed we he couldn't find any fitting photos. So we mailed back and forth and I told him I'd look for images on http://www.shutterstock.com/. And off I went to this site. Little did I know that I'd get lost there for several hours...
At first I thought it must be easy—just type in a word in the search function and the right image will pop up. Let's say I scrolled through lots of interesting photos but it took me a while to phrase my search in a way the results suited me. Once I managed my day brightened up considerably. While I don't usually like headless torso covers I do like to look at naked or half-naked men. Oh, and there were lots of them. :)
In the end I settled for a few images but the one that's adorning the cover for Hunter's Hunt was my favorite because it depicts a thoroughly drenched young guy. Not only that but his body fit exactly to the way I described Adrian, who becomes Hunter's love interest.
Without further ado here's the cover! What do you think?
 


Buy links: Torquere Press: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=78_85&products_id=4016All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hunter039shunt-1297338-147.htmlAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hunters-Hunt-ebook/dp/B00FA0ATTW 
Blurb:
Wanted: one bear. Must be burly and hairy, and strong enough to paddle. Hunter Bell is on the prowl, and he knows just where to find his prey: at the Bear Trap, a gay leather bar he’s more than a little familiar with. So many men, so little time. He’s just about to pounce on his choice of the evening when a newcomer enters the bar, turning everyone’s head. Adrian Michaels is everything Hunter despises in a man. He’s lean and boyish looking, and he has the deepest dimples Hunter’s ever seen.


And yet there is an immediate attraction, one that neither man can deny. They’re both too astonished to do anything about this apparent interest in one another, and they waste their opportunity. Now it’s up to Hunter to forget about his stereotypical preference and go for the guy that’s just entered his dreams. If only he can admit to himself that Adrian’s what he really wants...
 
Excerpt:
It took a moment for the newcomer to absorb his surroundings and, when he did, he flinched. A few men chuckled upon discovering the baffled look on the guy's face, which proved that he indeed hadn't known about the nature of the Bear's Trap. Hunter watched him shift from one foot to the other while most men turned back and resumed their conversations. The new guy remained rooted to the spot, dripping water all over the floor, before he squared his shoulders and pushed through the mass of bodies. At last he reached the bar, where Hunter was still standing, for some unknown reason interested in this guy.
 
The newcomer waved at the bartender. "Is there a phone anywhere?"
 
"You don't have a cell phone?" another guy asked, perplexed.
 
The newcomer shot him a 'drop-dead' look, startling Hunter into a laugh. The new guy turned toward him with a quizzical look. Hunter was face-to-face with an irritated man, whose dark blue eyes were blazing.
 
"Bad day?" Hunter heard himself ask.
 
"Craptastic."
 
Hunter pulled his cell phone from his pocket and held it out to him. "You might better go to the back. Otherwise, you won't be able to understand anything."
 
Baffled, the other man took the phone. "Thank you, uh, what's your name?"
 
"Hunter." He held out his hand for the other man to shake.
 
"Last name or first name?"
 
"First."
 
"Thanks, Hunter. I'm Adrian."
 
"Hey, Adrian."
 
Adrian gestured with the phone toward the end of the bar and raised one delicate eyebrow. "This way?"
 
Hunter nodded and beckoned Adrian to go past him. Adrian only made it a few feet before one of the other men groped him, drawing out a surprised yelp from Adrian. He shoved the guy aside then proceeded farther into the back. On his way, he struggled with advances from more guys than Hunter could count. At some point, Adrian whirled around and, even from that distance Hunter could see the fast heaving of his chest, the free hand balled into a fist, and the stressed look on his face.
 
With a sigh, Hunter pushed away from the bar and strolled after Adrian. He caught up with him right when another man, a regular customer called Dean, made a pass at him.
 
"Hey, knock it off. He's with me, Dean."
 
"With you? Since when are you going for his type, Hunter?" Dean asked with a sneer.
 
Hunter shrugged while he sent a dark glower toward Dean, which caused the other man to drop his eyes and inspect the contents of his glass thoroughly. Hunter laid a hand on Adrian's shoulder and pushed him ahead. Adrian cast him a worried look but walked where Hunter steered him. After opening a door to a private room at the end, he ushered Adrian through and switched on the light.
 
"Go ahead."
 
Adrian clutched the cell phone in his hands, staring at Hunter with an apprehensive look. Hunter noticed that Adrian's eyes were of a dark, almost navy, blue. He swallowed. Even behind the glasses, Adrian's eyes seemed large and expressive. He had to concentrate on listening to Adrian's question. "Is this... is this some kind of leather bar?"
 
"Yeah. Never been in one before, have you?" Hunter asked.
 
"No. No offense and all, but I'm not very fond of it."
 
"Scared?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Need a bodyguard?"
 
Adrian eyed him before he obviously came to some kind of decision. "You free for bodyguard duty for maybe an hour?"
 
"Sure." Hunter grinned. "I won't even try to molest you."
 
 
Chris T. Kat
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.
 
 
Links:
Blog: http://christikat.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/christi_kat
GoodReads:http://www.goodreads.com/ChrisTKat
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ChrisTKat Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Chris-T.-Kat/e/B008FQQH2Q

Wednesday Briefs - Nighttime Promises #11

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompts for this week are:
 “He's mine to do with as I please”
 or “welcome to the grand illusion”
or use: cabbage, rose, napkin
or have a character that is being followed
or “She's a slut with a capital S!”
or use a hopscotch game in your story
or “tiptoe through the tulips”
or “Who are you?”
~ ~ ~
~Nighttime Promises is the 3rd book in the Nighttime series, which is published by Romance First. I'm using the prompts to help me get going on this book. Yes, this is a tentacle story lol. Fair warning! I'm going to pull this about 3/4th of the way through, expand it, and send it off. Most of the story will be shown on here though. I'm giving this warning so no one will be caught off guard when I pull the story.  
Nighttime Promises #11
Bryan smothered the grin that threatened to break loose. Daroshi dragged him through the house, not even bothering to point out things. What little he saw was nothing more than a blur of shapes, endless hallways, and lack of color. Even from the speedy trip, Bryan had the feeling the place was rather large.
Finally Daroshi stopped, threw open a door, and pulled Bryan inside. Once he caught his breath, Bryan took stock of the room. There was an ugly white structure that might pass for a bed—if it was a bed in a medieval torture chamber—and a few more oddly shaped containers in a matte black finish. Like a chest of drawers that Bryan assumed held clothes or other objects. There was the usual blank screen on a wall… a weirdly colored gray wall. Of course… gray, black, and white. Why am I not surprised? More ugly on ugly. For a split second, Bryan had the crazy urge to grab some neon colored paint and just go wild. He was so sick of these drab colors.
Daroshi whipped around, mouth open to say something… then frowned at the look on Bryan’s face. “Okay, I know it looks like my quarters on the starship—the quarters you hated. But remember, I wasn’t expecting to take a mate, much less a human mate, and I haven’t had time to—”
Bryan reached up and tapped Daroshi on the lips. “I didn’t say anything.”
Daroshi rolled his eyes. “You didn’t have to. I’m beginning to recognize that look on your face.”
Bryan patted Daroshi on the arm as he looked around. “I was expecting this, Daroshi. It’s not that big of a deal. We’ll just have to—” Bryan waved his hand at the thing Daroshi called a bed “—do something with that. I like my comfort, man, and I’m not sleeping on a rock. That thing looks really hard. Looks like concrete. Do you still have the schematics for the bed you made on the ship? Just double the size. That should work. And thank God this bed is bigger. Not a lot of room on the one we were sleeping on.”
“I do, yes. And yes, this bed is bigger. I’m large, but the ship only has so much room to spare, so my sleeping space was… limited. But, you should know, my quarters were larger than most. Anyway, now we’ll have more… room.”
“Room is good.” Bryan nodded at the bed. “So is something soft to roll around on. Hint, hint.”
Bryan checked out the room as Daroshi replicated the needed bedding. Sparse described the place well, alien too. But what surprised him was there were no little… things to represent Daroshi’s life. Bryan kind of figured there would be… something, mementos at the very least. There was nothing. The damn walls were bare. Right then, he made up his mind he’d do something about the lack.
“Mate, the bed is ready.”
Heat speared Bryan. He turned slowly, his eyes traveling over that big body, the strength contained there that could lift him off his feet easily. He was six and a half feet tall; no one had ever picked him up. Nor had anyone wanted to, until Daroshi. Daroshi was the only male that had ever seen the need Bryan ached with. So he had to step out of his own species to find such a male. He could damn well live with that.
“So I see.”
Bryan noticed Daroshi’s tentacles shift on his back. God, I can’t wait to feel those wrapped around me, holding me still while he… Shit, who would’ve thought tentacles would be such a freaking turn on? I’m so hard I hurt.
“Are you… Are sure you feel up to this? I don’t want to overtire you. Maybe we should wait—”
Oh, fuck that. “Look, I’m not in the mood to tiptoe through the tulips here. I want to fuck. I want you to take me over, blow my mind… and make me… make me yell, Daroshi. Hell, we can nap after, but trust me, if there isno ‘after’ I’m going to—”
Bryan gasped. In two steps Daroshi stood in front of him. Daroshi jerked Bryan to him, his hands pulling the shirt off. Damn, he moves fast. Before he finished that thought, Daroshi pushed him down on the bed—the now very soft and comfy bed—and tugged off his boots. Then Daroshi made quick work of Bryan’s pants. Bryan sprawled on the bed, completely nude and hard as steel.
“Fuck,” Daroshi breathed. Bryan raised an eyebrow. Sounded like someone had picked up a few human sayings. “You are so—”
“Yeah?” Bryan stroked his hard on. “Don’t know how you planned to finish that, but I have an idea. Why don’t you come on over here and take care of this for me. But first… ditch the clothes, man. You’re overdressed.”
Bryan had barely finished speaking before Daroshi had stripped himself. Bryan trembled—all those hard muscles, that strength just hiding below the surface, the fierceness that lurked. Daroshi was his dream man, even if Daroshi wasan alien. Bryan stroked his cock harder. God, he needed.
Daroshi climbed on the bed, stalking toward Bryan. “You want me to make you scream? I’m going to do more than that, mate—I’m going to make you beg. Now get your hands off that… it’s mine.”
Oh fuck, yes. Yes, yes, yes. 
TBC. Make sure to check out the other briefers too!

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Goddess Fish presents All the Colors of Love by Jessica Freely

 

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All the Colors of Love
by Jessica Freely
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  A Harmony Ink Press Young Adult Title. Make sure to check out this bestseller at :
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-allthecolorsoflove-1269844-176.html
http://harmonyinkpress.com/new-release-all-the-colors-of-love-by-jessica-freely/   
BLURB:
 It sucks being the son of a super villain. At home, Harry spends half of his time getting medical treatments and the other half tied up in his father's underwater lair. It was different when his mother was alive, but she disappeared when Harry was six. He can't seem to stay out of trouble at school, and his new roommate, Antonin, thinks he’s a spaz, but somehow Harry has to find a way to stop his father's evil plans.

Antonin Karganilla wants to become a comic book artist, but other than that, being gay is the most normal thing about him. His uncle is an aquatic plant man, his aunt is a molecular biologist back from the dead, and his mom is an overprotective pain in the butt. Antonin's in boarding school and it's starting to look like he and this Harry kid might have a lot in common... and that means a whole new set of problems.
    EXCERPT:  THE first thing Antonin noticed when he opened the door to his room at St. Bart’s was the punching bag. When had Jason gotten a punching bag?   An action figure stood on top of it. Antonin recognized his green-and-purple outfit and his golden cape. It was Captain Invincible.   “Cool.” He picked up the figure. Since when was Jason into superheroes? Antonin glanced around the room. Jason’s desk and his bookshelves were bare. A duffel bag lay on the lower bunk, unzipped and spewing forth clothes. Something was wrong. Jason always took the upper bunk.   From out of nowhere, an arm wrapped around Antonin’s neck. Another hand pushed his head to one side, locking him in a chokehold.   “Shit!” Mom was right. I am going to be kidnapped by organ-leggers.   “Drop it,” said his assailant. It wasn’t Jason.   Antonin brought his heel down on his attacker’s foot and threw his head back. He connected with something he hoped was a face.   His attacker groaned. The grip around his neck loosened. Antonin broke away.   He turned to face a boy about his age, though taller, with short blond hair and a muscular build. A little blood trickled from his right nostril, but he didn’t seem particularly fazed by it. He wore jeans and a black T-shirt that said “Maniac” in big white block letters.   Fair enough.   

AUTHOR Bio and Links: Jessica Freely can't resist a wounded hero. As a reader and a writer, her favorite stories are of soul mates finding redemption in each other's arms. Married to the love of her life in a beautiful relationship based on mutual goofiness, Jessica also warps minds as an instructor in Seton Hill University's Writing Popular Fiction MFA program. Her dog, Ruthie, doesn't seem to care that Jessica's an award-winning and best-selling author in multiple genres. She just wants to play tug of war with Jessica's pages. Jessica Freely Online:Website & Blog: http://jessicafreely.com Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/jessicafreely Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jessicafreely Facebook: http://facebook.com/jfreely Twitter: http://twitter.com/jessicafreely  



 

My Sexy Saturday - Wrapped in Leather

 My Sexy SaturdayHappy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.  For this week, I thought I’d do something from Wrapped in Leather, which is contracted with Dreamspinner and has a release date of Jan/Feb 2014. Enjoy! And don’t forget to visit the rest of Blog Hop!  Wrapped in LeatherHe set his clothes on the chair in his room and walked back to the end of the bed. Slowly he reached out, his fingers itching, and caressed the leather cuffs. They were fine grain black leather with a pebbled surface. They were thick, like a good quality leather belt, and looked heavy. The inside was lined with white sheepskin. The buckles reflected the light. Gods, they were gorgeous. He couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around his wrists, his body quivering. Toshi took a deep breath and lowered himself to his knees and put his hands behind him.  What a view Jase would have when he entered the room. Kneeling at the end of the bed put his back to the door of the bedroom. Toshi tried not to fidget. How long would Jase make him wait? He already felt like he was going to explode. “Mmm, very nice.” Toshi jumped. He was so lost in his head he hadn’t heard Jase enter. Jase’s hand smoothed over his hair then down his naked shoulder, his fingers tracing the tattoo on Toshi’s back.  “This tattoo you’ve got on your back is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Toshi. I’m going to enjoy watching it move when I fuck you. But not tonight. Tonight I’m taking you while you’re still bound. Another night I’ll put you on your hands and knees.” “Oh gods, Jase.” Toshi licked his lips. He wished he could see Jase, dammit. “Ah, do I call you Jase or something else? We never decided, and I’m not sure—” “In the bedroom, call me Sir. You can stand up too.” Jase helped Toshi stand, but kept Toshi facing away from him. “What do you think of the toys on the bed?”   

Faded Love (from the Carved in Flesh anthology) released from Storm Moon

http://www.stormmoonpress.com/books/Faded-Love.aspx  Faded Love  A drive home in the wee hours in the morning after a modeling job… then a moment’s distraction and a twist of Fate puts an end to one way of life for Ashley and opens the door to another.     Hey everyone! If y'all remember I was part of the Carved in Flesh anthology from Storm Moon Press that came out a year ago. Now my story, Faded Love, has been released as a single title. This anthology caught my eye because of the subject matter. In a society that worships beauty and is filled with everyday images of what’s ideal, I had to wonder what would happen to an internationally well-known model who ends up scarred. Then throw in his lover, Will—who is a sports model. To make matters even more interesting, Will just happens to have given Ashley an ultimatum before the car accident: he wants an exclusive relationship with Ashley. The mere thought of a commitment sends Ashley into a tailspin. And there you go, lol, a swirling brew of pain, anger, fear, regret, and… one man’s determination not to give up on the man he loves. In other words, Will has a hot mess on his hands, lol. Can he prove to Ashley that scars fade, but love doesn’t? This anthology, in a lot of ways, strikes very close to home for me. Twelve years ago I had back surgery, and I have a pretty big scar on my back. Granted, over the years it’s faded, but when I tan in the summer, it’s noticeable. In my late teens and early twenties I also modeled regionally. *Laugh* It wasn’t anything to write home about, but modeling did teach me one thing. The old saying that models are nothing more than ‘coat hangers’ is so very true. So imagine how a world-famous model would react to a scar on his face—the very face that made him a living, that he was known by. Yeah, Ashley’s emotions run the gamut from disbelief, anger, and self-loathing to fear—fear that without his looks, he’s worth nothing. Thank goodness for Will  and his stubborn nature. Not long after the accident, Ashley learns Will has been offered an opportunity that’s the chance of a lifetime… on the opposite coast. Ashley, my spoilt little diva, has a hard choice to make. My favorite scene in the story is where Will and Ashley kiss on a beach near the end. The message that comes through by the end of the story is Scars fade, but love does not. There's so much truth to that. The harder times of life might stick with us, but the ache of them usually fades over time; true love doesn't fade away. I wholeheartedly believe that, and it's where the title of my short story came from too. ~M                                Blurb: One moment in time can change your life, especially a life that revolves around your face. A near-fatal car accident leaves a world famous model's face scarred and his career in a tailspin. The life Ashley knew is over and he wants to do nothing but fade away into nothingness. Only his lover, Will, can pull him out of his dark depression and make Ashley see even scars can be beautiful.   Excerpt: The first thing Ashley noticed when he woke was a feeling of disconnection. He was floating, drifting. His eyes weighed a ton, as did his body, and his faced itched. Trying to lift his hand to scratch at the insistent itch, he struggled to get the limb to function. Nothing seemed to work right. Was he home in bed? He didn’t remember getting home. A soft beep caught his attention. What was that annoying sound? His mind was fuzzy and his mouth was as dry as cotton. Seriously freaked out, he fought to open his eyes, and his body jerked as he twisted. Pain exploded, greeting him unmercifully, biting at him. “Ashley? Can you hear me?” That voice. He knew that voice. With a herculean effort he opened his eyes. Or tried to. One side of his vision was pitch black, and the other side was blurry. Sickly fear coated his body. He flung his hands up, searching. What the hell was covering the left side of his face? Clawing at the covering, he whimpered as an out of focus face bent over him. “Hey, hey now, ease up there. It’s okay.” “Will?” Ashley’s hand was gently held and pulled down. Why did Will’s voice sound so funny, like he was hoarse? “Will? What’s going on? Where am I? What’s on my face?” “Listen to me. You’re in the hospital.” “Hospital? Why the hell am I in the hospital?” Straining, he was finally able to make out the pale walls, and smell a scent he had always associated with hospitals: cleaners and sickness. “You don’t remember… anything?” Will bent over Ashley, still holding his hands. God, Will’s skin was so warm, and his was so cold. “Tell me what you remember.” “Was on my way home from that shoot. You called. I was going to call you back… Will?” Ashley’s voice rose and cracked. “Then, nothing until now. What—what… Will?” One of Will’s strong hands managed to loosen itself from Ashley’s death grip and brushed Ashley’s hair back from his face. “You’re in the hospital. There was an accident, a bad accident. You were hit on the way home two days ago.” “Fuck me! Two days ago?” Ashley bit his lip as pain spiked in his ribs. “How bad? Who hit me?” “It was pretty bad. You have bruised ribs from the impact with the steering wheel, your arm is bruised—not broken—and more bruises over your body. I forgot the driver’s name. They hit you on the passenger side, slammed you into a street light. Two people in the other car died.” “Died? Jesus.” Every time Ashley tried to lift his hand to his face, Will stopped him. “What’s wrong with my vision? Why can I only see out of one side?” Gripping his hand, Will hesitated. “You were struck so hard your head hit the driver side window.” Ashley gripped Will’s hand. There was more, he just knew it. What little he could make out of Will’s concerned face told him that. “And? Tell me, dammit!”  “The window busted. There was glass everywhere. Oh God, Ashley, I’m so sorry. You were cut. On your face… and—and… there’s going to be a scar.” “A scar?” Ashley whispered, and then his voice gained in strength as horror stabbed at him. “A scar, on my face? My face? No! Oh my God, no! How bad, Will? How fucking bad?” Tears soaked Will’s voice. “From the hair line to under your chin. Jesus, Ashley. I’m so sorry.” The screams from Ashley’s room brought most of the nursing staff at a dead run.

Wednesday Briefs - Nighttime Promises #10

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompts for this week are:
use a bowling alley in some way
or "my mind is racing but my body's in the lead"
or "when did we fall apart?"
or use: a mouse, a cat, a bell
or make a Supertramp reference
or "why shouldn't we fall in love?"
or "hot child in the city"
or "why do fools fall in love"
or have a character appear on a runway
or use popcorn in some way. ~ ~ ~
~Nighttime Promises is the 3rd book in the Nighttime series, which is published by Romance First. I'm using the prompts to help me get going on this book. Yes, this is a tentacle story lol. 
Fair warning! I'm going to pull this about 3/4th of the way through, expand it, and send it off. Most of the story will be shown on here though. I'm giving this warning so no one will be caught off guard when I pull the story.  
Nighttime Promises #10
Daroshi hugged Bryan tightly then stepped back. “Both Ziang and I have our own homes outside of the main city. Let’s leave this place, shall we?”
 More than willing. “Well, then, lead the way.”
Daroshi lead Bryan through the Council building. Daroshi pointed out the Council Meeting Chamber where he and Ziang had just come from. That reminds me, I need to ask him about what happened with Haya.
Daroshi didn’t dally. He quickly escorted Bryan to some sort of personal flying vehicle. Damn thing was black and sphere-shaped with a large glassed area in front of them—he guessed that would be called a windshield—and it had four seats. One whole side of the sphere was nothing but gadgets and buttons. Bryan assumed that was how Daroshi would fly the vehicle. Anything was better than that transporter thing they had used. The idea of his atoms being disassembled then put back together freaked him out.
After they were seated, Daroshi helped Bryan buckle-up. He kept his amusement to himself. Seems this was universal, and the cop in him was glad. A light came on and the funny looking thing made a deep humming noise as it started. A holographic image appeared in front of Daroshi. Bryan had seen that before, so it was becoming old news now. Daroshi touched the screen and they lifted off.
Bryan was glued to the window, drinking in the sights below them as they slowly left the more populated areas. City gave way to a rougher, harsher terrain. The buildings were scarcer, but the land… Bryan shut his eyes. It reminded him of the pictures he’d once seen of the moon. The landscape was barren and rocky… like a desert. Their ‘trees’ were twisted growths that shot up into the sky, but there were no leaves. Instead, they had ‘spines’; some were the color of dried mud. Of course, there was no grass.
Jesus, it’s all just fucking ugly.
“We’re about there. Our home is over the next rise.”
Finally, Daroshi’s home came into view. It was round too, and the color of piss, to be honest. At least it wasn’t gray. It was large too, which Bryan was glad to see.
“Well, it’s… interesting.” Fuck, it was more like something out of a grade B horror movie. Now all he needed was a Coke and a tub of popcorn. Problem was, there was no leaving once the movie was over. This was his home now.
Fuck me running.
“You don’t like it.”
Bryan could hear the hurt in Daroshi’s voice. Shit, shit, shit. “It’s not that I don’t like it, Daroshi. It’s just so… alien, weird, eerie… different from what I’m used to. Give me a chance to adjust, man. Up until I laid eyes on Ziang, aliens didn’t exist for me except on the Syfy channel.”
“I… I know this is hard for you. Space travel, worm holes, new species—all that is nothing new for my kind. I didn’t stop to think how this would affect you and I’m…” Daroshi took a deep breath, a low growl sounding. “I’m… Gods! I’m sorry for not taking into consideration how this would change you.”
Bryan couldn’t stop the snicker that burst out of him if his life depended on it. “Apologizing is really hard for you guys, isn’t it?”
Daroshi touched a few knobs next to him and brought the thing they were in down next to his home and parked it in a structure next to the house. “It’s a sign of weakness, and weakness will get you challenged. And that can get you killed or result in a loss of honor. So no, it’s not something you’ll hear from me unless we are alone. I won’t take the chance of leaving my mate unprotected.”
Crap on a cracker, he isn’t kidding.
Daroshi waited until Bryan was out of the machine, then took his arm. Together, they walked to what Bryan figured was the front door. “Welcome home. Understand, Bryan, I wasn’t expecting to take a human mate, so the inside will resemble my quarters on the starship. We’ll make any changes you feel are necessary. I want you to be happy here with me.”
Bryan turned to face Daroshi and moved closer. He hugged the big alien, again secretly thrilled with how much bigger and taller Daroshi was than him. “Thanks. That helps. So let’s get in there and see what I just can’t live with, okay?”
Daroshi snorted, a soft sound of amusement. He tilted Bryan’s face up and gently feathered his lips over Bryan’s. “We’re going to be very busy, I can see. Are you sure you feel up to redoing our home? I don’t want you to have a relapse.”
“I feel fine, just a little rough around the edges. I really don’t want to just sit around doing nothing, you know?”
“Then let’s get busy.”
Bryan choked, trying not to laugh.
“What? Oh… I see.” Daroshi grinned, a tentacle coming up to caress Bryan’s cheek. “That works too, my mate.”
Heat flooded Bryan as he remembered what those tentacles could do to his body. “I, ah… I’m actually feeling better than fine. I think we need to start making changes in the… bedroom. Yeah, that’s the first thing we need to do... like getting us a real bed, so we can—”
Daroshi yanked Bryan into the house.  
TBC. Make sure to check out the other flashers!

Cia Nordwell Lily Sawyer Tali Spencer  
A.R. VonRob Colton Victoria AdamsShelly Schulz Andrew GordonElyzabeth VaLey Julie Lynn Hayes

Giveaway for Shadows in the Night at Reviews and Ramblings

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