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Pure has been released!

Yay! Pure, the final book in The Gods series, is now out.     Blurb: Zygi Wyatt is an intimidating dom, but he yearns for love just like the next man. However, finding a partner who isn’t scared of his size is no easy task. The easygoing Mo seems like the answer to his prayers. Love is the stuff of dreams. Ask the god Morpheus—he knows all about it. Mo wants Zygi in a forever kind of way, but he has to be sure of Zygi’s love before he claims him for his mate and reveals his true self. Unfortunately, Zeus is growing increasingly unhappy with Morpheus, and Ares is determined to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Zygi and Mo will have to brave the wrath of the gods to make their dreams come true.   Buy link: Dreamspinner: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3886 ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-pure-1220190-147.html    Excerpt: “Zygi.” Mo was breathing heavily. “Can we go, please?” “Where do you want to go?” Heavy-eyed and breathless, Mo struggled to speak. “My place, your place—I don’t care. I just want to go… somewhere private. Can we go to your home? Can we do that?” “Look at me,” Zygi demanded, his voice low. “What exactly are you saying? I need to be absolutely sure I know what you want. Are you asking me to take you to bed?” “I—I… can we just play? Explore some more? Please?” “But not go all the way, right? You’re not ready to fuck.” Mo wanted to beat his head against the thick ice table. He couldn’t go to bed with Zygi until the man knew who Mo was. He wouldn’t give his virginity to anyone but his mate. Zygi had to know, to understand that, before Mo went to bed with him. Zygi would need to claim him when he made love to him that first time. He needed Zygi to look in his eyes and say the words “mine” as his dick traveled up his channel. “I’m sorry, Zygi, I’m not—I’m not ready, yet. But I want you to take me to bed, that awesome bed of yours, and play.” Zygi set a new record getting their heavy coats off and pulling Mo out of the bar. Mo was impressed. He had no idea such a big man could move so fast. In no time flat, Zygi had him in his truck, buckled in, and on the way to the casino. The drive was silent except for a few moans from Mo. Once Zygi parked, Mo scrambled out of the truck. Zygi waited for him, and they walked to the elevator together. As soon as the door slid shut, Zygi pulled the remote from his pocket and held it up for Mo to see. Zygi made Mo watch as the remote was switched on low again. With a soft gasp, Mo grabbed hold of the railing and shot Zygi a desperate look. Zygi kept the vibrations on low so Mo could handle it, but Mo still watched the floors change with an urgency that had Zygi chuckling. After a few seconds, he shut the plug off, and Mo sighed. As soon as they were through the front door of his penthouse, Zygi guided Mo straight back to the bedroom with a persistent hand to his back. As they walked through the bedroom door, Zygi turned the plug on to a higher setting. “You remember your safewords?” “Aaah, yes. ‘Yellow’ to slow down and ‘red’ to stop.” Mo jerked from the vibrations. “Right. Use them only if you need to.” Zygi laid the remote on a nearby table. “Strip, now.”

Wednesday Briefs

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:
The game is afoot!"
or "Feet don't fail me now"
or a feat of strength
or alligator, clip, residue
or use a storm in some way
or "You are the wind beneath my wings"
or "Come sail away"
or "Please pass the ..."
or find a creative use for mayonnaise
or make a My Favorite Martian reference.
 
All That He Desires #23
Another week passed as Anslee and Jules danced around each other. The sexual tension was thick, but Anslee kept to his promise not to force Jules. The one thing Anslee did demand was Jules’ company. So Jules was expecting an all-out fight when he reminded Anslee about his classes. Jules had invested too much in getting his degree to just drop out now. Surprisingly, there wasn’t an argument from Anslee.
Instead, Anslee had taken Jules into his multi-car garage and told him he could drive any of the vehicles to the campus. He agreed Jules needed to finish college. The only problem that cropped up was Jules couldn’t find one single vehicle to borrow that didn’t cost as much as a small house. After making Anslee tell him the cost of each vehicle, Jules settled on the cheapest one Anslee owned.
Friday evening rolled around once again and Jules found himself on the tennis court, trying to hit a small yellow ball back to Anslee. No one was more relieved than him when dark clouds moved in and halted the game. As lightning flashed, both men hurried off the court, to cover. There was a little storage building near the courts. They both ducked under the awning.
“Saved by the bell.” Jules glanced at the sky. “Well, in this case… saved by the rain.”
Anslee glanced at the darkening sky too. A strong breeze swirled around them. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you somehow planned this.”
Jules shrugged. “Hey, I managed to hit that stupid little ball a few times. What can I say? Tennis may not be my game.”
“You did well for a beginner. We’ll have to keep practicing.”
“Oh goodie.” Jules wiped his sweaty forehead, then pushed his hair out of his eyes. “The wind’s really picking up. I don’t like this funny greenish color the sky is, either. Maybe we need to make a run for the house before this gets really bad.”
The trees whipped back and forth, leaves swirling in the howling wind. Thunder boomed ominously nearby. Jules shivered. The sky had darkened so much it looked as though night had fallen.
Anslee pulled his cell out of his pocket. “Let’s just see what’s coming at us.”
“Good idea. Better yet, let’s get inside then check the radar. I don’t like this. It looks scary out here.”
Anslee frowned as lightning flashed. Both men hurried off the court to find cover. Lightning skipped from cloud to cloud in a macabre, deadly dance. “There’s a big red glob headed in our direction. Says we’re under a severe thunderstorm warning. Yes, it might be best to get indoors. I’ll be right behind you.”
No sooner than Anslee spoke, the skies opened up and the rain came down with a vengeance. Jules raced toward the house. The wind ripped at him as the rain drenched him to the skin. He wiped at his eyes as he ran, his vision blurring.
He was nearly to Anslee’s house when something heavy hit him, knocking him forward. Jules barely had time to get his hands up to break his fall. With a loud grunt, he hit the rain-soaked ground as something heavy landed on his back.
Air knocked out of him, all Jules could do was think the nasty words that rushed through his mind. Whatever was on him moved and Jules was jerked onto his back. Anslee was above him, shouting. Jules couldn’t make out much of what he was saying thanks to the shrieking wind and thunder. What few words he could catch were in another language, something he’d never heard before. Anslee’s long wet hair was plastered to his head and his eyes were bulging. For the first time ever, Anslee looked dangerous.
Before Jules could draw enough air in his lungs to ask what the hell was going on, Anslee yanked him up and Jules stumbled to his feet. It was then Jules saw the dead branch that lay so close to them. The thing was as big as his torso… and was so damn close to… him. As in, right where he had been just a moment before. Jules swayed where he stood. If Anslee hadn’t knocked him forward…
“House! Get to the house!”
Anslee grabbed Jules and propelled him the last few feet. He yanked the door open and practically threw Jules inside. The wailing wind flew through the house as Anslee battled to close the door.
Jules stood stunned, unable to move or think, as Anslee turned to look at him.
“Are you okay?” Anslee rushed to Jules. His hands moved over Jules’ body, searching. “Little one, speak to me. Are you hurt? Did I hurt you when I pushed you down? Jules!”
Jules stood trembling, partly from being wet and partly from shock. “That limb… Anslee. That thing was huge. It was as big around as me. If it had hit me…”
“Easy now.” Anslee wrapped his arms around Jules. “I know. I saw it falling. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared. Never in my life have I felt such fear. I knew it was going to hit you. It was like everything slowed down and I could plainly seewhere the damn thing was going to land…. right on top of you.”
Jules’ teeth were chattering. “It… it… oh my God, it could have killed me. Anslee, it could have killedme!”
Anslee rocked Jules gently. “I know. I never want to feel such helplessness again. I was afraid I wouldn’t get to you in time.” Anslee rubbed his hands up and down Jules’ back. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into something warm. Then I think a good stiff drink would be called for, don’t you?”
Jules leaned back so he could see Anslee’s face. “I could have died without… without ever…”
“Without ever what?”
Jules gazed into Anslee’s eyes. “Without ever knowing you.” 
TBCMake sure to visit the other Briefers!
BL Morticia Lily Sawyer Cia Nordwell A.R. Von Victoria Adams Elyzabeth VaLey J.A. Harmon Andrew Gordon Julie Lynn Hayes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Remember, I plan to finish this up at the end of June and start Nighttime Promises.   

Sexy Snippets - Pure

Hey everyone! Welcome to Sexy Snippets. This is seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, and brought to you every Sunday. For this week, I thought I’d do something from my June 12th Dreamspinner release, Pure. This is the last book in The Gods series.    
Overpowered and overwhelmed, Mo trembled as Zygi took control. He opened his mouth when Zygi’s tongue teased his lips. His dick plumped up as Zygi thrust inside, tasting him. Mo touched his tongue to the one exploring his mouth and moaned again when Zygi’s tongue dueled with his own. Mo grasped Zygi’s arms, clutching desperately as he tried to anchor himself in the storm of sensations washing over him. Finally Zygi pulled back and released his lips. Lost in his emotions, Mo’s head fell back against the door.

Cover reveal for Shadows in the Night!

Man, do I love that cover! The CA is LC Chase. She also did the Be My Alien cover. Shadows will be released in print when it's released as an ebook with Dreamspinner. I recieved the galley this moring and the release date on that said July. Don't have anything more, but when it hits the Coming Soon page I'll blog about it.

There will also be twenty print books that have my authgraph. I got the vellum sheets for that yesterday. How cool is that lol? Never signed something like vellum before lol, so that's new!

Shadows is my first print book. Yes, Carved in Flesh is out in print, but that's an anthology. Shasowns is all mine lol. This is the book that I'll be taking to GRL in October.

~M

Winner of The Yellow Rope giveaway!

   Kenyetta Brown  I'll be sending out the email shortly lol. Big thank you to everyone that entered! :)  ~ ~  The next giveaway will be for Pure, which releases June 12th from DsP. After that I have a bloghop coming in July and also the release of Shadows in the Night, my print book from DsP.
*grin* Then The Harvest: Taken, which will be in print  too, will come out in October from Storm Moon.

Oh yeah, Nighttime Wishes and Nighttime Dreams will be coming out in print soon. There will be giveaways on all the print books. *hint, hint*

Busy, buys couple of months lol. So keep your eyes peeled, lol.

~M

Wednesday Briefs

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: 
"You can't always get what you want..."
or use a birthday cake or have a scene in a fast food restaurant
or use: goat, hanger, whisper
or "I thought that you loved me until you said..."
or "I spy with my little eye..."
or use socks in a fun way
or introduce a new character who is a model 
 
All That He Desires #22
Anslee was a pretty good cook, as Jules found out. He asked what Jules’ favorites were and whipped up a meal that was worthy of a top chef. Jules ate every bite and even asked for seconds. Had Anslee been a chef at some point in his life?
After breakfast, Anslee showed Jules around his home. Once the tour was over, Anslee picked up Jules’ suitcase and motioned for Jules to follow him. Sure enough, Anslee headed to what looked like his bedroom.
“Um, while this room is nice and all, I thought—”
“Never a good thing.”
Jules scowled at Anslee. “Funny. What I was going to say was maybe I should stay in the guest room.”
“Why in the world would you do that?”
Why, indeed? “I just thought—”
Anslee shook his head as he hauled Jules’ suitcase into the room. “You think too much. Besides, I want you here, with me.”
“Well, you know what they say: you can’t always get what you want.”
“Actually, I can.”
The scowl on Jules’ face deepened.
Anslee held up his hand. “But instead of forcing the issue, I’ll ask instead that you stay in here with me.”
Jules blew out a breath. He knew Anslee wanted him close, and he also knew this could turn into an all-out fight if he pushed. Truth be told, he didn’t know why he was even making such a fuss. They had slept together in his bed, after all. God, he was tired of everything being a fight, but he also knew Anslee would walk all over him given half a chance. Plus, Anslee had given his word he wouldn’t force the issue of sex between them, and he trusted Anslee.
It was possible he needed his head examined, but there you go. He did trust Anslee. What Jules was more worried about was Anslee saying he fully intended to seduce Jules… and his own resolve not to let that happen. Anslee had to learn to treat Jules as an equal. Start off as you mean to go, and all that.
Wasn’t he just full of old sayings today?
Jules looked around. Thing was, he couldn’t teach Anslee if he wasn’t with him. So he’d have a good case of blue balls. Jules mentally shrugged. It would be worth it, he hoped. “Okay.”
Anslee’s head snapped around. “Really?”
Jules rolled his eyes. “Do you want to fight about me staying in here?”
“Absolutely not.”
Jules opened his suitcase. “Got some extra hangers or drawer space? I need to hang a few things up or they’re going to be wrinkled.”
Anslee was pushing his clothes out of the way to make room in the closet before Jules finished the sentence. Then he focused on drawer space. Jules bit his lip to keep from laughing at the eagerness Anslee showed as he shoved his own personal things out of the way.
“Need any help?” Anslee asked when he was finished.
Jules looked at what Anslee called a closet. Damn thing was huge and went on forever. There were shelves all over the place, lights down the center of the room, racks, bins… dear God. He’d seen some fancy closets on those TV shows about the rich and famous, but he never dreamed he’d actually be standing in a closet you’d need a map for.
“Yeah, maybe you should tie a string around my waist so I can find my way back out of this thing. Jesus, Anslee, a family of four could live in what you’re calling a closet.”
A slight hint of red covered Anslee’s cheeks. “I like nice things… and room. Plenty of room so you don’t feel hemmed in.”
Whatever smart remark Jules was about to make died on his tongue. There was a story there, one he’d have to get Anslee to share one day. It dawn on him he didn’t know anything about Anslee’s life after the Great Fall or since. Who knew what Anslee been through? He’d even wondered earlier if Anslee had once been a chef.
Jules unpacked some of his things and placed them in the drawers Anslee had cleared for him. “Well, you certainly have nice things. You know, I’m kind of jealous. Every since I left home I’ve had to watch what I’ve spent and do without. Hope you don’t think bad of me, but I’m looking forward to being a little spoiled.”
Anslee pulled Jules around to face him. “It would be a pleasure to spoil you, little one. All these things really have no meaning unless there’s someone to share them with. I’ve learned this as time has passed.”
Jules rested his head on Anslee shoulder. Dammit, when Anslee said things like that he just wanted to melt into a puddle, preferably on a bed. With Anslee looming over him. Undressed.
Shit.
Jules patted Anslee’s back. “One day we need to sit down and have a long talk. I’d like to know what you’ve seen and done all this time—both the good and bad too. Can you do that for me? I mean, I really don’t know much about you, the person.”
“One day? Can I take that to mean you plan on sticking around… freely?”
Jules leaned back to look at Anslee. “I guess so. As long as you don’t hit me or force me to do something against my will… Then yeah, I guess I’m saying I’m willing to stay with you and see where this goes. There’s going to be some work involved, but I think you may be worth the effort.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”
TBCOkay, probably at the end of June I'm going to wrap this up. That'll put me close to 30K. The guys will have sex, lol, and an ending of sorts. I'll go back and expand... then decide if I want to send it off to a publisher. I have some clean up to do, for sure. Until I decide, it'll stay on my blog.I've been asked if the last book in the Nighttime series is going yet, and the answer is no. I'm having trouble with it. So, I thought I'd do it here. I won't put the whole thing up and y'all know why. There will be areas I skim over then go back later after I pull it and expand. I want to be clear: It *will* be pulled since it's the 3rd in a series with Romance First. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet. I hate pulling things because some folks get mad. Last thing I want to do is make folks mad, but I also don't want to get ripped off like Tali did, either. Plus, the comments and suggestions you guys make are very helpful. They get me to thinking. :)So... what do y'all think? Should I or shouldn't I?
 And make sure to visit the other briefers!
BL Morticia Elyzabeth VaLey MA Church Nephylim Lily Sawyer Cia Nordwell Andrew Gordon Renee Stevens Julie Lynn HayesVictoria Adams   

Nephy is here with Christmas in July, and a contest!

Christmas in July

 
On July 1st I will be pleased to present a Special Edition incorporating Book I and II of the Enigma series. The Special Edition will be available for one month only and will contain original artwork as well as a brand new short story Silver’s First Christmas. 
Let me introduce you to my lovely Silver in all his glory, the unique enigma that he is. I have written about him in what, so far, is a series running to five books, of which the first two have now been released as Enigma and Enigma II – Fighting the Man.   In all, there are five blog posts celebrating the conception of Christmas in July. On each blog there is a question. If you answer all three questions correctly you will be put in a drawer for a free copy of the book and signed poster. 
Enigma I
SynopsisRiver wants to be a nurse. He is working towards the fulfilment of his dream by working as a carer is a Care House. Residents come and go and River learns to keep a professional face no matter how difficult the resident might be. Then Silver arrives and turns his world around. 
After six months in a coma following an apparent attempt on his life, Silver is locked inside his own mind, interacting with the outside world on only a very basic level. Right from the beginning River struggles to keep his feelings for the beautiful and enigmatic, Silver on a professional footing. 
As Silver slowly opens up it becomes more and more difficult for River to look on him with purely professional eyes. As their love grows River becomes more and more suspicious that Silver’s mental health problems may arise from a past more horrific than anyone had previously imagined and when that past explosively catches up with them he is caught in a nightmare that threatens not only to destroy but to end both of their lives. 
Escaping from an impossible situation thanks to River’s quick thinking and a professionalism he thought he had lost, they think they have finally laid the past to rest and can face a future where they can openly declare their love and live a live free from fear.
But the past is not going to let them go that easily and once again catches up with them. With danger facing them down the barrel of a gun River, once again, saves them with explosive and tragic consequences. 
Still the past will not leave them alone and, as Silver slowly grows more and more distant and their love seems doomed River makes a final attempt to lay the past to rest once and for all. 
Will Silver be able to finally break away from his past and make a future with River? That depends on a priest, a painting and a long walk through a churchyard. 
EXCERPT
Silver turns his eyes on her impassively, seeming to be perfectly at ease but completely detached. 
“Do you want some coffee?” 
Silver turns to Max and gives him the same empty look. “Coffee?” Max holds up a mug and Silver stares at it. 
“Try him with some, Max.  I don’t think he’s good at making decisions.”
Max nods and pours a mug of coffee, putting milk and sugar in it.  He hands it to Silver who takes it and stares at it for a while before releasing it with a cry so that it falls to the ground smashing on the tiles and splashing everyone, who jump back; everyone except Silver. 
“Fuck! What the hell are you doing?  Be careful, that’s hot.” 
“Hot?” 
“Yeah... fucking hot.”  Max sounds annoyed, brushing at his soaked trousers.  “Fuck!  I am going to have to change.  Come on Julia; we don’t have time for breakfast: I am going to have to call in at home for clean trousers.  We can eat at the college, they do good breakfasts; my treat.”
Julia laughs and slips daintily off the table.  Silver’s eyes swivel to her and she reaches up to touch his face.  He is tall, taller than me by a couple of inches and she has to reach up high. 
“Don’t worry.” She smiles her beautiful, sweet smile and it is almost reflected on Silver’s face. “Max’s bark is worse than his bite.  Remember though; coffee is hot; okay?”  Silver nods, blinking and Julia takes his hand, stroking the palm with her small delicate fingers.  I note with some surprise that his hands are not much bigger than hers, although the fingers are long and look dextrous. 
“Does it hurt?”  When there is no response she puts one hand on his face again, smiling into his eyes. “Does it hurt, Silver, beautiful Silver?  Did the cup burn your hand?”  Slowly he nods and looks down at his scarlet palm.  There doesn’t seem to be any pain in his eyes.  There doesn’t seem to be anything much at all. 
Julia leads him to the sink and turns on the cold water drawing his hand, palm upwards, under the stream.  He doesn’t try to pull it away although I know it must be stinging like hell. 
“Fuck.” We have all been so riveted by the interaction between Silver and Julia that we completely forgot about the coffee mug, which smashed when it hit the tiled floor. Silver had walked over it when Julia had drawn him to the sink and now there is blood mixing with the coffee on the tiles. 
Ronya quickly scoops up the remaining china and I gently steer Silver away from the sink again and into a chair.  Lifting his foot it is a relief to see that there is only one small sliver of china embedded in the ball of his foot.  I pull it out as gently as I can but he doesn’t even flinch.  I look up and meet his eyes; they are as impassive as ever. 
“What the hell?” Max exclaims. 
“Don't sound so surprised. Haven’t you read the file?” 
“No; he’s your baby.” 
“Ah. Well, welcome to our happy home, Silver.  Shall we try again with the coffee?” Silver shakes his head. 
“No coffee... hot.” 
His voice is like a gentle rain shower on a hot day, cool and refreshing to the ear and the mind.  God is there no end to this boy’s beauty?  He must have been a really nasty piece of work: no one can look and sound as good as this and be nice. 
Ronya, finishing cleaning up the glass, hands me the first aid box from under the sink and I swab Silver’s foot with an antiseptic wipe, although the bleeding has already stopped.  I put a plaster on it and then release him.  He simply sits and looks blank. 
“What is it with him?  I have to admit I am finding this a little spooky now.” 
“Read the file, Max.” 
Julia crouches at the side of the chair and looks into Silver’s eyes, pushing the heavy tangle of hair out of the way.  She smiles and he mirrors it.  “He’s just hiding.  We all have our own ways of doing that.  He’ll be alright, won’t you sunshine?” He smiles uncertainly and his eyes follow her as she bounces to her feet and out of the door calling back.  “Come on, Max; you’re going to make us late and then you’ll have to shout for lunch too.”  
Enima II – Fighting the Man
Silver has been freed from sexual slavery and settled down with River, who adores his lover and former patient, yet cracks begin to form when it becomes increasingly obvious that the stress of constantly having to care for Silver, begin to tell on River. When River’s parents die, leaving him to care for his 12 year old brother it, at first, seems that the introduction of the lively twelve year old into the mix was going to do them all the world of good. However, when spiteful relatives involve Social Services, the previous flaws nearly rip them all apart. 
Faced with the dilemma of keeping either Ben or Silver at home and sending the other to stay with Sam, a personal friend, River chooses responsibility for his brother over his love and concern for Silver. Things come to a head when a series of misunderstandings lead Silver to believe River doesn’t love him anymore and that everyone is secretly ashamed of him because of his past. After running away, Silver reasons the only place he can fit in is with his own kind and he sets out to search of a new “home.” 
At the Theatre de la vie he meets Tony, a club owner with big ideas, who ‘looks after’ a group of young men who dance and “entertain” patrons of the club. There, among others, Silver finds Ariel, an ephemeral little minx with a knack for getting into trouble, and Asher, a former sex slave like Silver, he finds a kindred spirit and soon, finds himself falling for the beautiful, broken boy. 
Together, Ariel and Asher show Silver a whole new way of looking at the world, a transformation echoing the sleeping chrysalis of his soul, and soon his inner self emerges as the beautiful butterfly he was always meant to be. Yet as happy as he is with his new friends, Silver eventually realises he truly misses River and intends to return to his side, but a dark figure from his abusive past returns to threaten both a possible reunion and the new friends who would protect Silver. River learns of the danger, and hurries to add his own support of Silver and reaffirm their love, but is it too late for a chance at happiness together? At the emotional climax to this suspenseful story of love and loss, Silver and River reach conclusions that will either save them both or drive them apart forever.  
 Excerpt
“It... it was the hospital. My parents have been in an accident. They... they’re dead.” 
“Oh, God. River I’m... I... don’t know what to say. It’s so terrible.” 
“Yeah. I... wasn’t close to them, at least not for the last few years. They didn’t exactly disown me when I came out to them but they didn’t take it too well either.” 
“Came out of what?” 
I smile. I can’t help it. He’s so sweet. “’Coming out’ means telling people, usually people close to you, that you’re gay.” 
“Oh.” I can see he doesn’t understand. 
“There’re a lot of people who think it’s wrong, even evil for a man to love another man.” 
“Why?” He looks really confused now. I sigh. I wish we’d never got into this conversation. It’s a wonder we’ve never had it before, but Silver’s so innocent, so accepting the whole concept of prejudice is alien to him. He’s kind of got his head round racial prejudice. Although, I don’t think he really understands the concept that one person could hurt another because of where they live or what colour their skin is. There’s no way he is going to be able to understand why they’d do it because of who we love. 
“I can't really answer that. There are some, religious people, who say that it’s banned in the Bible and is vile and an abomination to God.” 
“I’ve read the Bible. It isn’t very nice.” 
“In some places it isn’t, no.” 
“I don’t remember reading where it says that love is evil. Doesn’t it say that love is holy?” 
“Only some kinds, it seems.” 
“But...” 
“Silver,” I say gently, knowing what he’s like. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can have this conversation right now. I’ve got a lot on my mind.” 
“I’m sorry, River. I know I get carried away. You must be feeling awful.” 
“I am but... but that’s not all. My brother was in the car with them.” 
“You have a brother?” 
“Yes, he’s twelve.” 
“Is he going to die too?” 
“No. He... I don’t think he’s badly hurt but, with my parents gone, he’s alone.” 
“But he can’t be, River. He’s the same age as I was… as Matthew was. You can't let something bad happen to him like it happened to me. Can’t you bring him home to live here, with us?” 
My beautiful, beautiful boy keeps on surprising me. I was paralysed with pain and fear and Silver, ever the pragmatist, went straight to the heart of the problem and found a solution, without even trying. 
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Today’s question is – How did River’s parents die Here are the rest of the blog tour stops:

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The Yellow Rope and a giveaway!

 
http://www.extasybooks.com/the-yellow-rope/

What are the three words that can get the heart thumping, send blood pressure though the roof, and make the very breath in your chest freeze? That can make a grown person yell with unabashed joy, have their hands shake with excitement, and bring tears to their eyes in relief? What are three little words that are worth their weight in gold?
That’s right… a long weekend.
Those three little words are some of the mostimportant in our vocabulary, aren’t they? I no longer work, but when I did… I lived for three-day weekends. Yes, yes, I had summers off because I taught, but those weekends made the other ten months somewhat bearable.
This story is about life getting in the way of a relationship and two men who refuse to continue to let that happen. It’s about reconnecting and the joy of finding themselves once again and meeting their needs. And yes, there is humor, lol. Sometimes, a three-day weekend can be a life savior, lol.Cover by Angela Waters. And can I say just how much I love it??? ;)



Giveaway: Just leave me a comment and a email addy. :) I'll pick a winner for the PDF copy on Thursday.







~Side note:

Some of you may remember a short version of The Yellow rope ran on my blog as a Wednesday Brief. The ebook has stuff added, so it’s not the same as before. Now you get to know Gage and Luke better. There’s more background. J
But… the scene at the cow pond is still there, lol. Gage had a run-in with a bull. Well, life can be stranger than fiction because there *was* a bull who went after my hubby while we fished at a cow pond about twenty years ago. I made it to the truck, the hubby didn’t. The bull and hubby had a stare off… Bull at one end of the truck and hubby at the other, lol.
*grin* I still pick on him about that!  Blurb:A cranky submissive...Luke Walker is tired. He spends long hours between his job as a teacher assistant at an elementary school and helping out his family at their restaurant. Coupled with the fact that his degree is going to waste, he’s discouraged and fatigued by too much work and endless southern heat, and not enough time spent with his live-in partner.An understanding Dom...Gage Holt has been on both sides of the fence. He believes that in order to be a good Dom, one has to understand being a sub. Unfortunately, he’s had some bad experiences in pursuit of that knowledge, and suffered a great deal. But that’s in the past now.A long weekend...Three little days... Gage is determined to see that his man gets what he needs in every way he can give it to him. Anything to remove the dark circles from beneath his beautiful eyes. For the next seventy-two hours, he’s going to pamper his boy—in his way. He’ll fight a bull that hates him, battle with a crusty old woman at a gift shop who snubs him, and deal with the never-ending lack of money just to bring the shine back to Luke’s eyes. Luke willrelax and have some fun, even if Gage has to tie him to whatever flat surface happens to be handy. Excerpt:Luke, knowing that tone, opened his mouth as Gage demanded. Gage fed him, also taking time to tease the hard shaft trapped in his night pants that trembled with need, or flick nipples that begged to be touched. Good grief, the man had more hands than an octopus.Luke stayed quiet as he ate, but made a point to swirl his tongue around the fork or nip Gage’s fingers when they fed him pieces of bread. He knew he was driving Gage insane—he could see the lust shining in Gage’s eyes.“I’m tempted to chuck the rest of the night’s plans just so I can have that mouth on my prick—now. Damn, I’ve had never had anyone who can deep throat the way you can, boy.” The more Luke licked the fork, the more pronounced the bulge in Gage’s pants became.Just when he thought he was getting the upper hand, Gage leaned in and kissed him. So much for that. He should’ve known better. Luke moaned as Gage occasionally kissed his lips, his tongue tracing the seam, then flitting away before Luke could do anything. The endless teasing continued through dinner. Luke was actually surprised when he looked down and saw his plate was nearly empty.And Gage looked like he was ready to push Luke to his knees and fuck his face. “By the time you go back to work, I promise you’ll be rested and totally relaxed—and possibly walking funny.”A small smile played around Luke’s lips. “Walking is overrated anyhow, Sir.”Gage stood, holding his empty plate and Luke’s. “Remember you said that, boy.”“I know that look. Can I ask what you’re planning?”Gage walked toward the kitchen with the empty plates. “You can ask, don’t mean you’ll get told.” Gage returned with a long black cloth and a smirk. “But I’m willing to bet you’ll like it. I know I will.”“Oh, boy.”Soon there was nothing but darkness as Gage tied the blindfold around his head. Luke’s other senses heightened—the musky smell of aroused man, the soft breath that whispered across the back of his neck, his own body waiting in anticipation of being touched, cool air that caressed his heated skin, the hardness of the chair under him, movements nearby…Then Luke’s hands were gently grasped and pulled behind him. Ropes tied each wrist to the chair. He couldn’t see, but he’d bet money the rope was yellow. Fingers opened his night pants and pulled out his soft shaft.“Ohhh, boy.” Luke groaned again as he heard Gage sit down next to him.

Winners of the Backlist Bloghop!

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~M

Sexy Snippets

 Hey everyone! Welcome to Sexy Snippets. This is seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, and brought to you every Sunday. For this week, I thought I’d do something from my June 1st release, The Yellow Rope, from eXtasy. 



 For a moment, they stroked Luke’s length together. 
“Told you to mind those hands,” Gage whispered gleefully in Luke’s ear. “Dammit, what did you expect?” Luke shuddered at the deep, sinful promise and the warm breath that tickled his ear. “Oh, just that.” Gage smiled at the lapse, but didn’t call Luke on it. He pulled a length of yellow rope from his jean pocket and dangled it in front of Luke’s face.   http://www.extasybooks.com/the-yellow...