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Welcome LM Somerton and Giveaway

Hey everyone! Today I have LM Somerton visiting with me, and boy, do I have a treat for you guys. *Rubs hands together* She’s giving away a PDF copy of her release The Portrait.


Now, some of you may remember her as Amaranthya from Literotica. And yes, I’m a big fan of her work, lol.



To enter the giveaway, please comment and make sure to leave me an email addy. The contest runs from now until Monday noon CST. I’ll use random.org to pick a winner and email them. Once they email me back, I’ll send the PDF copy. I’ll make the announcement in all the usual places. If I don’t hear back in 48hrs, I’ll pick another winner.



So, join us around the fire while we get to know LM a little better!

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~So tell us about yourself. What got you interested in writing? 


Well, I’ve always loved it but it was a challenge from a friend that made me take it more seriously. He said there was no way a straight female could write for a gay male audience. Red rag to a bull! Have to say he’s been very gracious in defeat…       ~Do you prefer hot or cold weather and why?

Cold. I’m English so I don’t have much choice! I love rain, thunderstorms, frost and chilly autumn sunshine. Could do without snow though.






  ~How do you come up with a title?

I try to aim for something that reflects the core of a story, but it’s not a very scientific process. I haven’t yet struggled to come up with something, there always seems to be a natural choice.



 ~ Of all the modern conveniences, which one would you most likely say you couldn't live without?

Excluding the Internet and my laptop (cos that would be obvious and boring) it would have to be a toss-up between my electric blanket (just think English weather) and my SatNav – my sense of direction sucks.



~Out of all the stories you’ve written which one are you most proud of?

I hope that everything I write gets better as I gain experience, but I’m especially proud of Stroke Rate, which will be published in 2013. 
 


 ~Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?

I’m a complete wuss when it comes to horror so I don’t really watch or read much in that genre. My favourite villain would be Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes’ nemesis; there’s something extra-scary about villains who see crime as an intellectual challenge.




 
~ What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

My editor is tough! She has a thing about independent body parts, a very bad writing habit that I’m trying to grow out of. On the other side of the coin, and I’m not sure if it was meant as a compliment, I had a reader contact me to say she couldn’t read some of my stories because they were too much for her heart condition!





~Is there anything you’d like to tell? Maybe something in the works you would like to promotion? Feel free!

The Portrait is my first published work and the sequel, Black Dog, will be available in January. I also have several other titles that will appear next year. 



 Blurb:
Can shy, submissive Tristan become dominant enough to rid himself of a malevolent ghostly rival and find his happily ever after?


When Tristan Lindsay takes a job cataloguing the library at Faversham Park, home of rock star Marcus Balen, he also accepts a role as companion to Balen’s artist son, Garrick.


Garrick is beautiful and talented. He’s also demanding and infuriating. He uses Tristan as an unwilling model, shamelessly manipulating the shy boy’s emotions to draw out his submissive tendencies.


Drawn into the enigmatic artist’s world, Tristan discovers a side of himself that he didn’t realise existed. Although afraid of his own feelings, he learns to trust Garrick and falls deeply in love.


But Garrick has a secret that could tear them apart. A ghostly rival objects to Tristan’s presence in Garrick’s life. As the spectre’s malevolence increases, the young lovers must search for clues to the haunting and find a way to exorcise the jealous ghost. What they find leads them down a path that challenges the dynamics of their relationship. Will their love be strong enough to overcome its supernatural opposition, or will there be no happily ever after?


Excerpt:
Tristan was buried in old papers when the library door opened at around eleven. First in was Merlin the cat, who headed straight for the armchair and spread himself across the deep cushion with a contented purr. The cat was followed by Garrick, who leaned over Tristan’s shoulder then began to massage his neck with deft strokes.


“Do you want to take a break? Come and get some coffee.”


Tristan cursed as the sensation of Garrick’s hands on his skin ignited the one part of his body that he seemed to have absolutely no control over.


“Is something wrong?” Garrick’s voice was innocent, but his eyes revealed his amusement and his intent.


“Coffee would be good.” Tristan spoke through clenched teeth. He stood and pushed his chair back, but could go no farther as Garrick pressed against him. Garrick moved his hands from Tristan’s neck to his shoulders, then trailed them down his spine to rest against his arse. Tristan could feel Garrick’s cock pushing against him through the fabric of his jeans. His pulse quickened as Garrick slid his hands around him and undid his waistband.


“Bend over.”


Garrick didn’t wait for him to obey. He pushed him down onto the table, scattering books and papers. Tristan braced himself. Garrick pushed his jeans down and slid cool hands beneath his shorts to massage his balls.


“Oh, Christ!” He pushed back impatiently as Garrick held him down with one hand and fumbled with his own fly with the other.


Suddenly there was a loud banging that echoed through the house. Someone was at the front door.


“Fuck!” Garrick sagged against him, then took a step back. “Who the hell can that be?”


He looked regretfully at Tristan’s exposed arse and placed one hand against his firm cheek.


“Later.” 

© L M Somerton 2012



Buy link:
http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1902

 

My link:
http://lmsomerton.wordpress.com



My bio:
Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.


She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM. 

Michael Mandrake Celebration Bash and Giveaway!

Michael Mandrake is celebrating 70K views on his blog! In honor of this, Michael is having various authors' stop by and do giveaway's. Today Julie Lynn Hayes and I take over Michael's blog to talk about a co-authored series we are doing. I'm running  mine and Julie's post here also.

Please stop by A Gay Man inside a Female Body and comment for a chance to win any of the authors' giveaway.

I'm giving away a PDF of Nighttime Dreams as my prize! Make sure to comment on Michael's blog for a chance to win, not here. All winner's will be announced Friday. :)

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Thanks so much, Sharita, for having us here today! We love visiting with you, even if Chicago is chillier than we’re used to. Poor M.A., her blood is really thin from being down there in Mississippi. Me? I just have low tolerance for the cold. Oh wait, who are we, I can hear some of you ask? Let me back up a mo and start again.
I’m Julie Lynn Hayes, she’s M.A. Church, heretofore to be known as Michelle. Just call me Julie. We’re here today to talk about our first joint project. To be honest, it isn’t published. Not yet. But we’re excited about it, so we’d like to tell you about it. And since it hasn’t been accepted yet, we’d like to offer something else in our giveaways, namely a selection from our backlists.
Let’s start at the beginning. I totally blame Michelle for hooking me on aliens.
Michelle: *snort* I corrupted her, or so she says.
Julie:  *laughs* That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. It wasn’t until I read your most excellent book, Nighttime Wishes, that I first encountered your fixation on beings from other worlds, and… wait, hold on a second. What are you two doing here?
Reed: Don’t blame me, I was just following Taz. He said we needed to come here, and I guess he’s right. Look, you’re talking about us. That’s a bit cheeky, don’t you think?
Julie: What? Cheeky? Hey, Reed, I was going to say nice things, how does that make us cheeky? Michelle, a little help here?
Michelle: Oh no, don’t drag me into this. Besides, I think you’re doing just fine on your own, Julie.
Julie: Gee, thanks. *sneaks a peek at these two lovely men* Wow, what gorgeous guys we’ve created, I have to admit.
Taz: Reed, I appreciate these two humans and their efforts to talk about us, but I feel that we can handle this ourselves, don’t you?
Reed: Indeed I do. So why don’t you two ladies find something else to do? Maybe go to a strip club or something?
Julie: *look at Michelle, and she shrugs *
Michelle: Well, if they screw this up, it’s on them. I say we go look at pretty men. You’re driving, though.
Julie: *walks out door mumbling under her breath* Don’t I always?
Michelle: *pokes Julie in the back* But you like driving. Am I going to have to listen to this all the way to Atlanta next year???
Purses are grabbed and a door slams shuts.
Reed:  *whispers* Good Lord, are they gone?
Taz: *looks around the corner* Yes, thank the stars. I swear, those two… So… *Taz rubs his hands together, a gleam in his eye* Looks like we got free rein now. You ready to start?”
Reed: Yes, more than ready. They’ve gone about things the wrong way. Did you even hear mention of the title?
Taz: No, not a word.
Reed: *shakes his head* Women!
Taz: *cocks his head and regards Reed* My mother is a woman, Reed.
Reed: *snorts* I know, I met her, remember? So’s mine, by the way, and thanks for asking…
Taz: But I didn’t ask?
Reed: *sighs* It’s just an expression. *mumbles under his breath* Damn, need to get that book. Bad. Hey, babe, where do you think we should start?
Taz: How about like this? *he climbs onto Reed’s lap and lays his head on Reed’s shoulder, purring*
Reed: Oh damn, seriously? *takes a deep breath* I thought we’re here to talk? You know, about us?
Taz: *purrs louder* Go ahead and talk. I can hear you. *begins to rock in Reed’s lap*
Reed: Oh jeez louise, that’s distracting… *clears throat* Um, okay… we met… we met… oh yeah, it was almost Valentine’s Day. I was working late ‘cause I didn’t have anything better to do. You know how it is when you’re single and it’s been a while… that day means less than nothing.
Taz: It didn’t mean anything to me either.
Reed: Well, to be fair, you never heard of it ‘til you got here.
Taz: Oh yeah, I guess that’s true.  *squirms a bit on Reed’s lap* I’m just lucky I was in the right place at the right time.
Reed: I think I’m the lucky one, babe. That’s what they call karma.
Taz: Karma? What has this to do with driving?
Reed: *groans* Later, I’ll explain later. So anyway, I had to meet a customer at the Empire State Building after work, and that’s where I met Taz. He knocked me off my feet, literally.
Taz: What can I say, you caught my attention? My night hadn’t been going very well. I had just been dumped, then I saw you. I really didn’t mean to knock you down, you know.
Reed: Oh, I wasn’t complaining. I ended up on the floor with an arm full of sexy male. *blush* Well, at the time I thought I had an arm full of sexy male. Little did I know just what I was holding.
Taz: *giggle* You should’ve seen the look on your face the first time my stripes showed up! I mean, you freaked out, but still, for a second there… I don’t have the words!
Reed: *shakes head* It was probably the same kind of shocked look I had when that tail of yours put in an appearance.
Taz: *rubs cheek against Reed’s jaw* That reminds me, when are you going to let me—
Reed: Whoa now. Let’s not go there, babe. You give that away, Julie and Michelle will both want to skin you. It’ll be a race to see which one of them gets you.
Taz: Silly women. Neither one of them gets me. I’m all yours… *licks his way up Reed’s neck*
Reed: All mine, you’re right. Um, um…. Oh yeah, the title. Be My Alien. Pretty cute, don’t you think?
Taz: Mmhmmm, you’re very cute.
Reed: Not me, the title *blushes*
Taz: Oh, that’s not bad. Those two earth women seem to be able to put words together rather nicely, don’t they?
Reed: Better than me at times. Oh babe, you gotta quit that, or I might…
Taz: I’m wearing those special—
Reed: Oh lord, from the shop? *groans* Oh yes, my shop. I have my own business, I should mention that. A Touch of Class. Here in New York. I mean there… I mean… Taz, please be careful, you’re right over my—
Taz: I know, Reed…  I know… *silences him with a kiss*   ****Julie is giving away a PDF copy of Sex on The Beach. She says: Under 25 comments, 1 winner, between 25 and 50, 2 winners, over 50 4 winners, anything from my backlist. 100 comments and someone gets a $15 Amazon GC. Sooo leave your email and tell EVERYONE you know to comment!  Now available at Amazon, Smashwords, and ARe   Julie's Links: My blog: http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.comMy facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=527332074My Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3442231.Julie_Lynn_Hayes
 Her Publishers: Museit Up Publishing: http://museituppublishing.com/Dreamspinner Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_222 
End of part one, to be continued…  Hey y’all, and welcome back for part 2 of Taz and Reed’s interview. My name is M.A. Church, but call me Michelle. Julie Lynn Hayes and I are writing a series of books that start with our novella Be My Alien. We’ve subbed the book and are just waiting to hear something. *fingers crossed* We plan for the rest of the series to be novel length.   So, when we left last time, Taz and Reed were… what? *looks at Sharita* Oh my God, they did what? Are you kidding me? Oh man, Sharita, I’m sorry! I knew Julie and I shouldn’t have… huh?   Julie: Damn, we missed it. I bet nothing we saw was as hot as them two.  Michelle: *grins at both Sharita and Julie* So you got to see the stripes, Sharita? *snort* Yeah, I know.  Hehehe. Love me some sexy aliens. And oh, look who finally decided to show up. Hey boys, come on in. We were just talking about y’all.   Reed: *looks at Taz* Michelle has that look in her eye.  Taz: So does Julie. *whispers* Do you think they know?  Reed: *shrug* So what if they do?   Taz: You’re right, let them know. I think they know everything about us as it is, don’t they?  Reed: They know stuff about us you wouldn’t believe… *shakes his head*  Taz: *coughs discreetly* Maybe they should go to another strip show? Take her with them? *points at Sharita*  Michelle: *glances at both Sharita and Julie* I think we can take a hint, can’t we, ladies? C’mon. Oh wait. *turns back* First round’s on you. *holds out her hand*  Taz: *turns to Reed* I don’t see anything on you?  Reed: *grumbles as he reaches for his wallet* Later, babe. *hands them a few bills* Stuff some g-strings for us, willya?  Julie: You got it, tiger.  Taz: Wait, he’s not—  Reed: Let it go, babe, just let it go. Wave bye-bye to the nice ladies.  Taz: *waves even as he climbs back onto Reed’s lap* Now where were we?  Reed: Talking to the readers. That’s where we were. Remember?  Taz: Oh yes. We told them how we met. Did we tell them about ourselves though?  Reed: What do you mean?  Taz: Well, I’m from the planet Trygos, the most important planet in the Trygos galaxy, and only one of two planets capable of sustaining life. The other planet is Haatmiess. When Trygosheans put someone down, they say they’re like a Haatmiess, which is considered a major insult. My full name is Fabrintazo, Taz for short. I’m about 5'11" in your earth measuresments, and I have a wiry, muscular build. My hair is a mixture of red and orange and brown and it’s long and luxurious, and reaches below my shoulders.   Reed: That’s very true. He often twists it into a braid and lets it flow loose over his back. He’s very acrobatic and he loves heights. Which scared the hell out of me at one point in the book. Taz has cat green eyes and purrs when he's pleased. *smiles* I make him purr often.  Taz: Yes, you do. Reed’s full name is Reed Hatcher and he’s about my height and build. He has very light brown hair that tends to bleach out in the warmer months and he has the most beautiful hazel eyes. Oh! And he has this cute little dimple in his cheek too. The one on his face, not the other one. Though that’s cute, too.  Reed: *blushes* Babe, too much information.  Taz: *grins* And he’s a business owner, too. A very important man in his world.  *nods head* And in his business, he has a back room that sells very special things. I like the back room.   Reed: I actually have a degree in elementary education, but I never taught. My parents moved to Florida and I ended up here in New York.  Taz: Thank the stars you did! *frowns* Should we tell them about Vorlod?   Reed: What’s to tell? The bastard’s no longer here on Earth and can’t bother you anymore.   Taz: Well, he was the reason I was here on Earth to begin with.   Reed: We should save that story, though, don’t you think? Can’t spill all the beans, now can we?  Taz: *glances around the floor* I don’t think we spilled anything.  Reed: *rolls his eyes* You’re right, we didn’t. What was I thinking?  Taz: *eyes him suspiciously* Are you having fun with me?  Reed: Not yet, babe, but I intend to, I promise you. Should we leave or wait for the ladies to get back.  Taz: That depends. Are we going to make love?  Reed: You betcha.  Taz: *grins even broader, stripes appearing on his neck* Then let’s go now and, how did you put it, avoid the rush hour?  Reed: *tries not to laugh* Close enough. *fastens their lips together, he rises, Taz clinging to him, and they make their way from the room. Moments later, the ladies return*  Michelle: Oh shoot, they’re gone.  Sharita: Where do you think they went?  Julie: *laughs* I can guess, I bet you can too, eh, Michelle?  Michelle: *laughs too* Three guesses, and the first two don’t count. I swear, keeping those two supplied in lube…  Julie: Is a full time job.  Michelle: Oh well, I guess we’re done here now, right? *waves* Bye everyone! * * * * Hope y’all enjoyed meeting the characters from Be My Alien! For my giveaway I’m doing a PDF copy of Nighttime Dreams, my latest release. The first book is called Nighttime Wishes. https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimewishes-790160-143.htmlThe second book is Nighttime Dreams, and there is one more book in the series coming soon: Nighttime Promises.    Smashwords buy link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/253161 ARe buy link: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimedreams-994823-144.html Amazon buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Nighttime-Dreams-Wishes-ebook/dp/B00A4DKP3U/ref=sr_1_24?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1352488594&sr=1-24&keywords=nighttime+dreams  Blurb: Bryan, a simple country sheriff, is ready to shoot someone and hide the body. One particular homophobic FBI agent is really pressing his buttons. Along with that he finds himself in the middle of an FBI investigation revolving around a recent UFO crash landing, is questioned about a missing friend targeted by the FBI, and makes first contact with the very alien the FBI is hunting. Daroshi, a Ma’Rairan warrior, has fulfilled his obligation to his species, and is ready to mate. As second in command he monitored the rescue of his captain who crashed on Earth while collecting his mate, and witnessed the confrontation between a country sheriff name Bryan and his captain. Impressed by how courageously the brawny human male handled meeting a fully armed alien warrior, Daroshi asks permission to take Bryan as a mate. Neither male is ready for the problems that come with Daroshi’s decision, nor the passion that explodes between them.  Excerpt: Ziang and Daroshi transported down into Bryan’s backyard. The night was pitch black, the moon hid behind layers of fluffy clouds. Branches in the trees danced soothingly to gentle breezes. An abundance of shrubs moved silently in the quietly swirling wind. Bryan’s small house was set away from the main road and deep in the woods, alone and isolated. Much like the owner. “Interesting set-up he has.” Daroshi looked around. “Bit cut off, though.” “That’s good for us. The last thing we need is more attention, and that FBI agent showing up,” Ziang said. “I want this to go clean and fast.” “True. Of course, if he did show up, we could give him to Haya.” “I don’t like the human, but I wouldn’t do that to my worst enemy.” Ziang tapped the communications device on his wrist, loading in their landing coordinates. “Since Bryan is a law enforcement officer, set your weapon to low stun, just in case.” “Ziang, I don’t want to stun him if it can be avoided.” “Neither do I, but Shawn’s words keep replaying in my head. Most bullets won’t hurt us, but then, Bryan isn’t most humans. I’m sure he has other weapons in his house that could be dangerous.” “But their weapons are so primitive.” “That may be, but primitive can wound just as easily as advanced. Set your stunner to low, and use only if needed.” “Yes, sir.” “I’ll distract him, and you unarm him, if necessary. I know you don’t want me touching him.” “No more than you’d want my hands on Shawn.” “Understood. And no, I wouldn’t.” “Should we activate our invisibility?” “No, it’s dark enough. If we just appear, we may scare him even more.” They crept around the house, moving carefully though the darkness. Both activated their face shields for night vision. They blended with the night, silent hunters that became one with the darkness and shadows; predators with a mission. The prey was inside, unaware of what was closing in on him. Ziang opened his wrist weapon and pinpointed Bryan in the house by his body heat. He motioned for Daroshi to follow him to the back of the house. They’d enter through the back door in the kitchen. As they passed the open window, Daroshi came to a stop when he heard Bryan’s comment about his hand and a big red dildo. His body came alive and his tentacles jerked against his back. A low growl of desire slipped out. Ziang immediately sliced his hand through the air, calling for silence. Daroshi couldn’t help himself; the very image of Bryan working a dildo up his ass inflamed him and sent his desire for the human spinning out of control. Daroshi respected this human’s bravery and his dedication to an often thankless job, but now there was more. He could scent Bryan’s arousal. The scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled, sharp and musky. From the depths of his soul the word mine exploded in his head. He wanted Bryan with a passion he hadn’t felt, ever, and he’d do whatever it took to ease him into his new life. In his excitement, he made a rookie mistake. As he passed the window, he didn’t bend down low enough to conceal himself. * * * * Bryan sat at the table, waiting for the cookies to bake, when he heard a low growl, quickly smothered, outside the window. He’d heard something very similar, and not long ago. It wasn’t a sound he’d ever forget. Every hair on his body stood up, adrenaline spiked, and his heart kicked into high gear. A cold flush spread though his body. From the corner of his eye, he caught the blurry shape of something moving under the window. He glanced at the back door and his stomach cramped. It was unlocked. There was no way he could lock it before the intruder busted through. And if he was right, and what was out there was what he thought it was, a wood door wasn’t going to stop it. Plus, the window was open. Calmly he stood and reached for the drawer by the stove. His off-duty weapon was stored there. He grabbed the taser, too. Why was the alien back and sneaking around his house? If it was the alien that Shawn left with, why not just show itself? He’d seen it before, so why act like this? He’d seen lights in the nighttime sky shortly after Shawn left with his alien, but he assumed they were monitoring the situation, to make sure all was okay before they left. It never crossed his mind they were watching him. Why would they be watching him? Another unsettling thought hit Bryan. Had something bad happened to Shawn? If that was Shawn’s alien, and he wasn’t sure it was, had it returned to let him know? But that was silly; he couldn’t communicate with it like Shawn could. What the hell was going on? The handle on the back door turned slowly. Bryan tried to slow his breathing; he was sucking air and that wasn’t good. The door eased opened, an inch at a time. He held his ground as the door opened and he found himself staring at a seven and half foot alien… again.   Links: Twitter @nomoretears00 Facebook: M.A. Church http://www.facebook.com/pages/MA-Chur... Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5141393.M_A_Church Dreamspinner page: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_650 Storm Moon Press page: http://www.stormmoonpress.com/authors/MA-Church.aspx Romance First Press page: http://romancefirstpublishing.blogspot.com/p/author-ma-church.html Changeling Press page: http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=177

1 year old!

That's right, Romance First Publishing (RFP) is a whole year old!

We want to thank all of the wonderful authors, editors, artists, and of course the fans for making this possible!

To show our appreciation, from now until December 2nd, we are running a contest! That's right, that means prizes and a chance at a $10 Amazon gift card! To enter, please comment on RFP's home page. Just click on the blue link. Commenters have a chance to win the gift card or a copy of either Pricolici, Nighttime Wishes, or The Unfairness of Life.

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Black Friday Sale at Storm Moon Press

Black Friday Sale at Storm Moon Press!
So, in honor of the Black Friday sale, I'm putting up the excerpts for the Carved in Flesh Anthology. Make sure to check out the sales Storm Moon has going on!Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. :)~M 
  People often say that the true perfection in the human form is in its imperfections. Scars are visceral reminders of a person's past, a sign of an event that can never fade. Whether it was gained in combat, a traumatic experience, or part of a ritual with a lover, scars are the ultimate labels. They leave a permanent mark on the body and spirit that, one way or another, change a person forever.
http://www.stormmoonpress.com/books/Carved-in-Flesh.aspx
 
  Excerpts:
From "Oren's Right" by Blaine D. Arden
My head bowed, my hands folded within the sleeves of my cloak, I hummed along with the Prayer of Death as I followed the procession. I kept my head down, even though I walked behind Oren. As long as I didn't look at him, I didn't think about having to bear seeing him in mourning, didn't have to think about how the minute I'd catch the sorrow in his eyes, my feet would be taking me to him, my hands would be reaching out. I couldn't let myself lose control. He wasn't mine.
I didn't even look up when Oren suddenly stopped. I chalked it up to nerves, emotions. Any minute now, we would round the corner to lead Haram's body through the center of the village. There, everyone could wish his departed essence farewell one last time before we led him to his pyre.
The shuffling of Oren's feet seemed at odds with his mood, though, and, in the end, I just had to look up. I only barely kept my jaw from dropping. Oren had taken his shirt off. Before I had time to process his actions, we moved on. With great reluctance, I dragged my sight away from Oren's gorgeous, broad back. I had no right. He wasn't mine.
My resolve lasted as long as it took for us to reach the center, and a collective gasp greeted us. Everyone looked away from Oren. Everyone but me and Oren's sister, Ajuna, who walked next to him, her hand firmly planted in the small of Oren's back to support him. I swallowed, clenching my hands within my sleeves. As much as I wanted to reach out, I couldn't. He wasn't mine. Ajuna would have to be the pillar Haram had always been for Oren.
 
From "Tiocfaidh Ár Lá" by Angelia Sparrow & Naomi Brooks
Joe wrapped himself in the night, letting the darkness fall around him and caress his scarred face with velvet softness. No lover would ever touch him so again. None had in the twenty-five years since the black-and-tans had sliced him from mouth to ear and then made him scream to tear the gashes wider. The Unionist soldiers, traitors to their homeland, had marked him so he'd be easy to spot, easier to arrest the next time. He'd fled instead of taking that chance. He pulled his uniform hat lower and walked on, not wanting to think about the nightmare he'd left behind in Ireland.
He loved winter best. The high collar of his uniform coat and a scarf hid the worst of his face. Summer was a trial, bringing short-sleeved uniforms that showed the other scars as well. He finished his rounds, everything was safe and secure at Amalgamated Conglomerated Incorporated tonight. Joe Colson was on the job.
He made his way to the break room and saw the night programmer was already there with a cup of coffee, a sandwich, and a fat paperback with a woman in armor on the front. He never knew how someone would react to the first sight of him. He liked it when he cornered some problem person and saw their terror as they stared at his mangled face. But ordinary people gawked. They looked away. They asked awkward questions.
Joe squared his shoulders. He had as much right to a break as the kid did. He strode in, pretending he looked normal, acting like he was supposed to be there.
 
From "Faded Love" by M.A. Church
Naked, Ashley dropped to his knees and pressed his face against the bulge looming in front of him. The rough denim of Will's jeans scratched his face. Cutting his eyes up, he moaned as Will unbuttoned his shirt, showing off hard pecs and a washboard stomach. The man was definitely put together. Ashley ran a shaky hand over Will's muscular chest and pinched a nipple. A grunt from above made him smile. So, Will liked his nipples played with, huh? Good to know. He tweaked the nipple again as he mouthed at the bulge near his face.
He lowered his hand and opened Will's jeans, smoothing the sides back. Ah, no underwear. Nice. A hard, smooth dick jutted out, curving up slightly, with pre-come leaking from the tip. Humming deep in his throat, Ashley teased the tip of Will's dick, licking and nibbling at the mushroom head. He couldn't wait to have that buried down his throat. Will had more than a mouthful, and he yearned to choke on that thick piece of meat.
"Mmm, yeah." Will buried his hands in Ashley's long, silky black hair.
"Let's get these jeans off, Will. Need to see all of you."
"In a minute. I like having you on your knees in front of me, naked." Will pulled Ashley's head back by his hair, carefully, so he could see those unique eyes. "Suck me first."
 
From "Scar Therapy" by Logan Zachary
"Hi. I'm Larry, and I'll be your occupational therapist. My primary focus is seeing how your scar is doing." My new patient, Tim Weston, sat down in the chair across from me. He had been involved in a robbery at knife point, and he had been stabbed multiple times. I picked up my pen and clipboard, ready to take notes on his injury. "How long have you had this scar?"
My twenty-one year old patient squirmed in his chair and covered his arm with his other hand. Tim had been in the intensive care unit for two months, and he was finally out and coming in for outpatient therapy. He looked down at the floor as his foot tapped a steady beat. His long, brown hair hung across his face, hiding both of his eyes, shielding him from me. As he tipped his head back, two dark eyes peered up at me, but they avoided eye contact. His whole body read extremely nervous. He looked ready to jump out of his skin.
Before he could answer, his pinched-faced mother commanded, "Answer the man." She sat in a chair pushed up against the wall directly behind Tim. Deep wrinkles surrounded her eyes and lips, showing how often she had an angry scowl on her face.
I smiled at him as I tried to ignore her. "It's okay if you don't remember the exact date. I can always call the hospital for records. I just need the month..."
"March 13th, two o'clock in the afternoon." His voice was hard to hear, but he answered. His hand rubbed over the scar, stopped, covered it, and then started rubbing it again.
 
From "Gift of the Goddess" by Kaje Harper
It hurt like hell! He'd thought he was prepared for anything, but this was like a shower of molten iron on his skin. Garvin clapped his hands over his eyes, pressing hard until he saw flashes of light. He froze in that position, unwilling to move. It was as though his body was being scorched and charred, up both arms and across his chest, but there was no sound and no smell of burning flesh. He didn't dare look at himself. He'd begged for help, implored Rima for guidance, something, anything, without really expecting his prayer to be answered. Clearly, he'd gotten attention from the goddess herself. But by all the gods, it hurt!
Somehow, he forced his lips to complete the ritual blessing. "All thanks, Rima Who Made the Stars, for answering my prayer. All hail, Rima Who Made the Earth, to your power. All praise, Rima Who Bore the First Man, for your love toward your creations."
As he spoke the final word, he felt a touch like a cool hand on his burning forehead. After a moment, the sensation faded and was gone. There was only silence and the near-unbearable fire that spread across his skin.
Garvin drew in a ragged breath. He'd never dared approach Rima before. He wasn't one to petition the gods for anything. He preferred to live his life, do his work, keep to himself, and take the arrows of fortune as they came. But this had been for Nyle. For Nyle, he would storm the very gates of the heavens. It hurt like hell! He'd thought he was prepared for anything, but this was like a shower of molten iron on his skin. Garvin clapped his hands over his eyes, pressing hard until he saw flashes of light. He froze in that position, unwilling to move. It was as though his body was being scorched and charred, up both arms and across his chest, but there was no sound and no smell of burning flesh. He didn't dare look at himself. He'd begged for help, implored Rima for guidance, something, anything, without really expecting his prayer to be answered. Clearly, he'd gotten attention from the goddess herself. But by all the gods, it hurt!
 
From "Sojourn Home" by T.C. Mill
Any one of those ships might be carrying Kanovan, but I didn't try to pick the one out. Last I'd looked, the screens reported he'd be landing in an hour or so. But, after all the years we'd been together, I still was never certain he'd be back when he said he'd be. Anything could have happened in the week since his message reached me, and I'd have no way of knowing. Something could happen on the other side of the world and I'd know in minutes, that sort of technology had been in place for centuries, but if it happened off this world... Sometimes, I felt like one of those sailor's spouses in ancient days, standing on the seashore with eyes aching for the sight of a mast. At least then there had been the comfort of sharing the same sky.
I didn't look at the screens again. I just waited, humming bars, sometimes practicing my fingering subconsciously. If I'd brought my guitar with me, I could have cheered the waiting room crowd up a bit.
He found me even with my face turned to the window.
"Mirin." The air seemed to echo behind me with the force of his voice. To other people, it might have lacked such intensity; he was otherwise soft-spoken, with a low voice that rolled words out smoothly with an occasional hitch, as if it came to the verge of cracking.

Happy Thanksgiving!

  Hope everyone had a lovely time today. :) I meant to get this done sooner, but it's been a busy day! I ate way too much, fell out on the couch, and watched football all day. I can't think of anything much more perfect than that, lol.  Happy Thanksgiving, guys. :) ~M 

Welcome Elyzabeth M. VaLey

 Thank you for having me at your blog today! The Lost Mercenary is book 3 in The Mercenary Tales series.
After publishing The Mercenary Knight (book 1), I had no intention of continuing the other men’s tales, but Wybert and Gregorii started to demand I tell their story.
After showing what happened to Wybert in The Mercenary Slave (book 2), it was time for Gregorii to steal the spotlight…


 

Blurb:

All he ever wanted was a family and some land for farming. Instead, his dreams were ripped at the seams by a ruthless king. Choosing to become a mercenary, Gregorii has roamed the land clinging to a past he thought long gone—until Emmeline stumbled onto his path. Now, his dreams resurface and hope reemerges. The only problem is Emmeline’s defiance.

Emmeline has a secret. An important secret. A dangerous secret. Few know her mission. Fewer know her past. When Gregorii turns up in her life, past, present and future unite and her whole world threatens to crumble.

How long will she be able to hide the truth from him? How long will her heart resist the inevitable?


Excerpt:

Sharply taking hold of her hands, he tied her wrists together. Pulling her to her feet, he bound her to the lowest branch, forcing her to almost stand on her tiptoes. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright and her hair disheveled, the taut braid she wore earlier practically gone. Gregorii swept his gaze over her body and he felt his cock ooze in appreciation. She was truly gorgeous. Curvy, with toned legs and breasts with large hard nipples begging to be touched and tasted.


“Grearióus, release me or I will kill you,” she threatened in a low murmur.


He lifted his eyes to her face and licked his lips. He was anxious to kiss her again, yet he knew it would not be an easy task at the moment. “I believe your position is not exactly one of ease for killing, though I do not doubt your capabilities. You have a nasty right hook,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “And incredibly strong legs, not to mention a delicious tasting pussy. No wonder you became mistress of the brothel.”


Emmeline spat at his feet and he grinned.


“Tell me what I want to know and I will release you and no one will know the better. We can even have a peaceful fuck afterwards. I know you want it as much as I do.” He glanced into her eyes, but she spat again, this time the dribble landing on his face. Chuckling, he brushed it off like a bothersome fly.


“I’ve been submitted to worst torture than this. You don’t have it in you to hurt me. You were never good at hurting others.”


“It’s been ten years, Avalina, I have changed.”


“No, you haven’t. You are still the gentleman, the kind hearted soul who will help maidens in distress. You might be a mercenary, but that is only on the outside. Inside, you are still that playful boy with a heart of gold. I have seen you fight before and it was not what we just did here. You didn’t want to hurt me,” she accused.


“You didn’t want to hurt me too badly, either. You killed that man in the woods without contemplation. Right now, you doubted your moves or we would both be very badly injured. In truth, you’re still that vulnerable child challenging everyone because she’s scared of the world.”


“No.”


“No?”


“No, Grearióus. I lost my vulnerability the moment Ragnahall burned down. I admit I am scared of the world. You have no idea what is out there, Gregorii,” she whispered anxiously. “But now, I challenge for survival.”


“You don’t always have to fight against everything, Ava,” he murmured. “You don’t have to fight me.”


He watched Emmeline carefully as she lowered her lashes and chewed on her bottom lip, mulling on his words. In two strides, he stood inches away from her, his fists clenched at his sides so he wouldn’t touch her. She glanced up at him with large brown eyes full of fear, causing his heart to flutter nervously. “Why won’t you tell me why you’re really going to Karpathian?” he asked softly.


Emmeline squared her jaw, her lips thinning and her eyes growing hard. “There is nothing to tell, Gregorii.” 


“I think there is.”


She shook her head, lose strands of her long hair falling over her face, framing the pink lips he itched to kiss.


“You will tell me.”


“Like I said,”—she lifted her cool gaze to his eyes—“there is nothing to tell.”


“I will torture you for information.”


“I am no stranger to pain.”


Gregorii grinned and laughed. Reaching out, he roughly cupped her jaw. She inhaled sharply. “The torture I have in mind for you, Emmeline, my sweet Avalina, is quite different.” Dropping his head, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before opening her mouth to him and allowing his tongue to brush hungrily against hers. Gregorii pressed the length of his body against hers, wanting her to feel the need between his legs. He dropped his hands to her ass, caressing and squeezing the firm, round globes. Emmeline whimpered, the sound fueling his desire to new heights. His fingers brushed against the apex between her thighs, the heat there blazing. Panting slightly, he pulled away. 


“I am no stranger to sex,” she said huskily.


Gregorii grinned. “I know, but I believe that like most whores, you are a stranger to soul weakening desire. The kind of attraction we feel for each other is as strange to you as it is to me.”
 
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Welcome Lily Sawyer

"From the Depths" by Lily Sawyer 
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Blurb:

To the world, Harry Goldberg appears to be a ordinary, happy-go-lucky man. He has a great job working at Nosh Deli on Long Island. His co-workers and customers love him. But Harry has a secret--he suffers from depression. No one understands what it's like to live life on the edge and not to be able to let anyone know for fear of driving them away. That is how Harry has led his life, alone except for his faithful cat.

But things change when a new delivery man shows up at the deli; one
that he finds himself attracted to. But there is no one who can love
someone with so much emotional baggage like him--is there?


Excerpt:

Harry had a wonderful job; he worked at a deli on Long Island. He loved to watch the looks customers gave him when he served them his special mile-high sandwich. Despite the huge piles of hot pastrami and corned beef on ryewith a pickle and coleslaw on the side, they somehow left a clean
plate.

The people around Harry told him that he was a likeable kind of guy with a great sense of humor. All his co-workers loved him. Truth was, he had them all fooled. When he left the deli at the end of the day he went home to an empty apartment; his only company, aside from assorted houseplants, was
his cat. Tom was a grey and white shorthair Harry had rescued from the local pound. No one knew about Harry's lonely existence, just like they didn't know he suffered with depression. The only ones who knew, aside from his immediate family, were his counselor and a support group he went to from time to time.

Most people thought it was just the blues; at least that was what his parents thought at first. His mom was the worst. When Harry was fifteen, he'd buried himself in his bed and wouldn't come out. She kept telling him stop being lazy, get his ass out of bed, and snap out of it.

Unfortunately, they didn't understand what it was like to feel as he did. No one knew how much Harry wanted to be normal; he didn't want anyone's pity. No one could know the deep pain he felt. Some days it got so bad he just wanted to lie down, go to sleep, and never wake up.

* * * *

Nicholas could never stand being cooped up inside some stuffy office building. Nope, that was never going to happen. So when his uncle offered Nicholas a job with his delivery company after he graduated high school, he jumped at the chance. That was almost ten years ago—driving a truck
was in his blood now.

Stern's trucking specialized in delivering kosher food to all the Jewish delis and kosher markets on Long Island and in the five boroughs of New York City.  He checked the manifest; there was a new restaurant on the list. He'd been to Carle Place before but never to Nosh Deli. But a job was a
job. He'd done so many deliveries he could do them in his sleep. He loaded up his truck in Queens Village and headed east to Long Island. He took the local roads, completely avoiding the Long Island
Expressway.

* * * *

Harry was handling the lunch-hour-rush crowd. He'd lost count of how many pastrami and corned beef sandwiches he'd made and how much homemade coleslaw and potato salad he'd scooped out onto the plates.

"Can I have a chicken on whole wheat bread, please?" Harry stopped his automaton-like movements, taking notice of the customer behind the voice—a blonde woman who appeared to be in her thirties,
dressed in business attire.

"Bless you. Thanks for breaking the monotony." She laughed.

"You must get tired of the same old orders every day."

Harry was on the receiving end of that brilliant smile. The woman seemed to be flirting with him. He had to admit she was an attractive woman. He noticed there was no ring on her left hand. There was one problem, though—Harry was gay. He'd known that girls didn't do anything for him that way since he was fourteen. It was one more thing his mother had nagged him about—dating women—until he came out to his parents.

He couldn't say they were thrilled, but at least they didn't throw him out of the house. They just didn't talk about it. Besides, Harry hardly ever went out. He had one experimental encounter with a buddy in high school. They had given each other a hand job and that was that. Harry's self-esteem was in the basement. Who in their right mind would want to date a guy who was a killjoy? Depression robbed Harry of being able to really enjoy life. He was glad no one at work was aware of the sad sack in their midst—and no one would find out if he could help it. He buried himself in work, fixing orders for people like the woman who stood before him—he wouldn't let anyone get too close.

* * * *

Nicholas was only too grateful to the person responsible for inventing GPS. That gizmo on his dashboard had just saved him from sitting in traffic for what would seem to be forever and he'd consequently managed to arrive early in the parking lot of the shopping center where Nosh Deli was
located.

He parked his vehicle, got the hand truck out, and started unloading the order. It would take more than one trip to restock the deli's fridge. He pulled the heavier items in first, only too glad when a customer held the door open for him.

"Thanks," he told the man, with a sincere smile and a nod of his head.

The number of diners at Nosh Deli had thinned out after the lunchtime rush. A lull had settled in—the perfect time for Nicholas to do his delivery and get back onto the road. He had one more delivery after this—to a deli in Lynbrook—and then back to Queens and home. He lowered the hand truck and looked at the order. Morris Klein was listed as the contact person.

"Excuse me. Is there a Mister Morris Klein around?"

"Hello." A dark-haired man approached Nicholas.

Nicholas couldn't help but notice how handsome he was and he ignored how his cock twitched when he shook the man's hand.

"I'm Harry Goldberg. Morris isn't here right now; he's at the hospital."

"Oh, nothing serious I hope?"

"No, just welcoming his first grandchild into the world. His daughter went into labor this morning and he rushed over to Long Island Jewish."

"Mazel tov. Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A boy. Morris was beaming from ear to ear before he left, which is probably why he forgot about the order delivery."

"That's totally understandable. Where can I put the stuff?"

"We have a storage room right next to the freezer—I'll show you."

Nicholas couldn't help staring at Harry's ass as he followed him to the back. It had been too long since he'd been in a relationship. He had put his focus into work and was really beginning to feel lonely. Harry certainly had gotten his attention and Nicholas wondered if he should take a
chance and make a move. Is he gay? Is he into guys like I am? But if he isn't, I could lose my job. He briefly weighed the pros and cons before he finally decided that life was too short.
Nicholas figured he should go for it.

He unloaded what he had and went back out to the truck for the rest. He was moving more slowly than usual, trying to figure out how he could make this visit last a little longer so he could find out if Harry was interested in getting together. As it turned out, Harry solved that problem for
him.

"Are you hungry? I could make you a sandwich."

Harry smiled shyly at him when Nicholas gave him the receipt to sign.

"Sure, I'd love some pastrami on whole wheat and a potato knish on the side," Nicholas told him. "I'm afraid it will have to be a to-go order, I have another delivery I have to make."

"Oh, okay."

Was that disappointment he heard in Harry's voice? He'd never been to Nosh Deli before but he was beginning to realize that this wouldn't be his last trip. In fact, this may be my new favorite stop.

Welcome S.L. Danielson and Nephylim

Hey guys! Ya'll ready for a little rock and roll, lol? Today I have S.L. Danielson and Nephylim visiting with me. They're here to talk about their new release, Upstaged: Opening Act.


Good morning! We thought we’d give some insight as to how this first volume of our new series came about… what we call the US/UK collaboration.
1. Where'd the idea for Upstaged come from?
 
Steph: The idea, for me, came from a photo sent to me from Mika. She said doesn't he deserve a story? That put the juices of inspiration to work. I'd always wanted to do one about a band too, and love young adult, so why not?
 
Nephy:  I can't really remember where the idea came from. It just happened. Didn't we start off talking about the characters? You made up Erik and I made up Asher. Then we found the wonders of One Note and brainstormed the sketch of the first book.
 
Steph: Yeah, I think so; we named Erik and Asher right off...
 
Nephy:  I think right at the beginning we were talking about the rabid fan and the stalking thing
 
Steph:  Ha, yeah, which was a great thought; but not in practice. We planned on Vince being the stalker; but as soon as I wrote him, he changed. He didn't feel like that to me.
 
Nephy:  It was after that 1st party scene, where he had dialogue. Asher was feeling really down and he comforted him. I think it was when he and Asher had that moment. That’s when we first started talking about him changing.
 
Steph:  Yes Then when he took Asher back to his place and he was so sweet and shy. You said he was being so lovely, it'd be a shame to make him a stalker - so we didn't..
 
 
2. What was it like with one author in the US and one in the UK? Any continental clashes?
 
Nephy:  There were a few idioms and local saying that threw us sometimes.
 
Steph:  Same here, some phrases I had to ask what they meant and a lot of 'u' usage.
 
Nephy:  And 'z's.  I don't think we clashed at all.
 
Steph:  No clashes at all.  It was just a matter of clarification otherwise it went swimmingly brilliant. I now understand UK lingo.
 
Nephy:  And as we had one character who was American and one British we could each use our own languages in the characters.
 
Steph:  Exactly I never wrote for Asher or Daisy; I couldn't do them justice.
 
Nephy:  The one I had the most problem with was ‘book it’. I could never get to grips with that one. Oh and carry out instead of takeaway.
 
Steph:  Connor was another matter altogether, lol. He’s pure blood Irish.
 
Nephy:  Haha Yeah he started as mine and migrated.
 
Steph:  (blushes) I adopted him after book #2...so you'll see that later on. I have Irish blood in my ancestry.
 
Nephy:  Yeah, Asher was a bit confused sometimes by the lingo the culture and he hated Erik's Americanisms.
 
Steph:  So was Erik, and Vince, and Billy. Erik was very brash and harsh; not subtle at all. Hehe.
 
Nephy:  Well, neither was Asher really
 
Steph: (snorts) Not at all.
 
Nephy:  He was just non subtle in a different way
 
 
3. So how did you two meet? What spawned working together?
 
Steph:  I met Nephy when she subbed to my company, RFP.
 
Nephy:  You published my book.
 
Steph:  We got on so famously, we decided to make a go of it ourselves. We’d talked quite a bit about her book and found we had a good friendship and similar outlooks.  
 
Nephy: It came up in discussion that I'd never co written and we thought we'd try it, see how it went.
 
Steph: It was wildfire after that. I've never written so fast. the ideas flowed out like a flood. It was crazy.
 
Nephy: we'd finished the first book in what three weeks we had seven in five months
 
Steph: It was wild. our families were tugging at us to slow down.
 
Nephy: But we couldn't. we were compelled to do it; it took over.
 
Steph: Oh yeah.
 
Nephy: It was like an addiction but in a very good way.
 
Steph: Lol...definitely. But it was wonderful. and we're not done yet.
 
Nephy: Nope.
 
 
4. Where do you see the collaboration going?
 
Steph: I see it going to 10 books...which is amazing to me.
 
Nephy: Well, we have another Upstaged in the works. Plus another series we just started. I persuaded you to dip your toe into science fiction.
 
Steph: Hehe, yes. Fantasty...the fae world. That's totally new to me; still getting used to it.
 
Nephy: But it's sexy as hell.
 
Steph: I dunno what's after that one, but I'm sure we'll think of something. Yes it is. I love Crow and Frank.
 
Nephy: It has the potential for another series. Crow is the sweetest thing... although he shocks the hell out of Frank sometimes.
 
Steph: (nods) That he does.
 
Nephy:  He seems so sweet and clueless.
 
Steph: Frank doesn't know what to think sometimes.
 
Nephy: But then doesn't turn a hair at the thought of killing someone.
 
We hope you pick up the first volume of Upstaged: Opening Act, available at Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and Smashwords for $5.99 J
 
Cheers!



Blurb:

Erik is lead singer with The Von, an up and coming grunge band. He’s a big, brash American with the world at his feet and is so far in the closet he’s in Narnia. Then along comes snarky Brit, Asher and turns his world on its head. Well and truly upstaged, can Erik overcome his fear and is Asher just too damaged to be saved?
 
 
 
 
Excerpt:

As the harmony finished its bar, Erik opened his eyes mid-verse and saw that the pale kid in the back was staring him down like no tomorrow. What the hell is that's guy's problem? It's like the gaze of death over there. Whatever. He shut his eyes and made the image leave his mind; music was all that mattered. As the lyrics slowly left his throat, another noise interrupted his flow. Pop! Pop! He fairly jumped away from the microphone, fearing a shortage. He glanced at his band mates.

"Dude. what the fuck?"

Joey and Billy both shook their heads. When he came to Daisy, she looked near tears. She shuffled her feet, making her black dress shift with her.

"Dammit."

Erik touched her arm. "What is it, Daisy?"

She pointed to the pale kid and made a fist at him. "It's Asher. He's blowing bubble gum bubbles to throw us off!" She gave him a look like no other; one he hoped never to see aimed at him for any reason. But his ire was up. He hopped off the stage and stared the irritating teen down. Just as he walked up, a large pink bubble had been blown; Erik burst it with his fingers.

"Dude! What the fuck is wrong with you? Popping bubbles while I'm singing? That's just so wrong and rude, man. Course, you snobby Brits think you're just too damn good to sit here and listen to us angsty Americans aren't ya? What the hell are you even doin' here?" ...

... Rage now coursed through Erik's veins; his Viking heritage coming to bear. He balled his fists and fairly snorted, like a bull ready to spear the matador, when Daisy tried to intervene. "Asher! Stop it right now or you'll be sorry!"

"Not as sorry as this sorry looking excuse for a singer. More like a fifty year old karaoke singer after a packet of Woodbines."

"That's it, you asshole! You're goin' down!" Erik yelled as he threw his full weight behind a huge, pale fist that packed the wallop of a freight train, just ask Billy. He lunged forward to deliver the blow, when a hand stopped him. He paused, shocked. Was it.... wtf? Who could stop his fist? Asher had. Somehow this waif had managed to stop him at full throttle... not an easy feat.

His lips were open, his eyes wide as he took in his fist in Asher's small hand. Words escaped him as he was lost in the scintillating beauty of the teen's violet eyes. They were beautiful, haunting, yet seemed to hide a deep pain that no one could get near.


Erik paused, his breath taken hostage by the moment. His eyes blinked, and he was shocked to find another sensation had taken center stage. He was being kissed! By Asher! He wanted to pull away at first, especially since they had an audience; yet he didn't. He wanted to stay. The lips were so soft and, despite its coldness the lip ring didn't stop him. His demeanor softened and his fist uncurled in Asher's hand. Other parts of his anatomy made notice too; though he'd not dare say a word in front of this group.
 


 
 
Links:
S.L Danielson www.ladyauthorsld.blogspot.com
Nephylim  www.nephylim-author.blogspot.com 
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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/255545

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-upstagedopeningact-1002874-145.html

http://www.amazon.com/Upstaged-Opening-Act-ebook/dp/B00A88SZS8/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1353209843&sr=1-1&keywords=upstaged%3A+opening+act

Heeeeeelp...

LOL. Actually, yes. Need a little help here, guys. I need to set up a couple of promo files (should've already done this *sigh*) for Nighttime Dreams and I'd like to do an interview with the character Bryan. This is just one promo I'll be sending out to other blogs for my new release.

So, interested? *eyes everyone* Anybody got questions they want to ask Bryan? If so, hit me with them lol. I need about five to seven questions so I can work up an interview. If there are lots of questions I'll save those and maybe make two promo files and possibly do an interview for on here too. Hey, the more the better, right!?!?

Now I'm going to crawl back in my writing cave and work on Chaus, Jordan, and Allen some more lol. *head/desk*

Thanks ya'll!

~M


I'll check back in a few hour. :)

The Bad Boys Club

Well, it official! It's signed, sealed, and delivered. Book #2 and Book #3 are under contract with Changeling Press as of last night. :) So, here's what we got:



  Title:  Into the Darkness – The Bad Boys Club

Release date: Jan.

Genre: M/M, Dark Desires

Blurb: Pounding music and writhing bodies fill the dance floor at Night Moves. Brothers Jordan and Allen share everything, and are part of a very small, very elite group of friends. What do they have in common? More money, power, and connections then most people can even fathom. These young men consider themselves above the law. Spoilt, powerful, and totally amoral, they use men without a thought for the consequences of their actions. Tonight the brothers have their sights set on a sexy redhead—they’re determined to have him in their bed!
Chaus is an ancient vampire with a taste for kink, one who is as cold as his deadly kiss. For centuries, he’s searched for someone as debauched and sinful as he is, only to be continuously disappointed by humans and nonhumans alike. One desire drives him: a pet to call his mate that he can torture and pleasure with his lethal desires. His hunt has brought him to Night Moves, and he’s on the prowl.
A bet is placed, but little do Jordan and Allen know that they are the prey in a deadly game—and a dark, hidden secret that the brothers possess will be the catalyst that brings Fate down on them.
The Bad Boys Club has once again picked the wrong target to play with.
~~   Title: Haunting the Night - The Bad Boys Club Release date: March Genre:M/M, Dark Desires  Blurb: The name of the game is control—and Hugh doesn’t even have it in his own life. He’s a lawyer for a well-known defense firm, one that represents wealthy clients all over the country. That was Daddy’s choice—as well as his law firm. His father dominates Hugh, and so does the wealthy society he moves in. But appearances can be deceiving. Blond hair, cornflower blue eyes, and a cute face and boyish charm belie the shark within… You see, Hugh has a need… a yearning he must keep a tight rein on: the need to relinquish control, to chuck the chains that bind him. He dreams of cutting loose, of living life on his own terms. He envies the simple things that common folk take for granted. He wants to get a tattoo, a body piercing, to dress sinfully sexy… and to not have to make life and death decisions. His other obsession? Small, blond twinks. On one fateful evening at his favorite club, Night Moves, the last remaining member of the Bad Boys Club draws the attention of Tobis. The trouble is this small, young-looking, sweet twink isn’t what he appears to be. He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing… a werewolf. Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, Tobis is one of the strongest weres around. He’s a cold, controlled non-human who’s searching for the one—the one who will be his mate and his submissive. Tobis’ obsession? Leather. Particularly on his submissive mate. Tobis and Hugh clash in a battle of wills that has the Alpha howling at the moon. Control changes hand, and the last of the men who have drawn the attention of some of the most wickedly devious non-humans around falls prey to his own dark desires. And then there were none…~~ The blurbs may change a bit once the books go through the editing process, but this gives ya a good idea of what's coming, lol!  Lust and Ice is the first book in the Bad Boys Club series. And this morning I was told of a nice review done by Kinky Book Review on Lust and Ice. :) ~M