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In the Spotlight - Alicia Nordwell

    Hey everyone! Today I'm spotlighting Alicia Nordwell, an author I've know for a while now. I first met her when she commented on The Harvest long ago. ;) Since then, we've become friends. She's offering giveaway today too! To win a free copy of Pricolici leave a comment and your email address. One winner will be picked randomly and announced at 8 pm PST.
 
Title: Pricolici 
Publisher: Romance First Publishing 
Genre: MM Paranormal Romance 
Buy Links:AmazonAll Romance EbooksSmashwords 
Blurb:Forced out, Tucker was vulnerable and alone. Betrayed by his haitas, he unknowingly drove straight for Pricolici territory. Their alpha claimed him, as a hultan and his mate. Tucker didn't believe him ... at first. Facing an attack from Stelian's ancient enemy, Tucker found out what he truly was.  
Powerful.  
Excerpt:
Stelian moved faster than Tucker could see. He pushed Tucker against the wall and pinned him there with one leg on either side of him. His growls vibrated against Tucker’s bare chest, and the soft leather of Stelian’s vest made his nipples harden painfully. 
He was so damn big! Tucker froze as he stared at the lupe's chin. He didn't raise his eyes and kept his chin tucked; he wasn't offering his throat to the male. 
"Do you really want to go?" Stelian asked huskily. 
"Yes." Tucker was panting. The second their skin touched, Stelian's lust hit him as hard as it had earlier. It tightened things in his stomach, but instead of hurting him or making him feel sick like the bartender had he felt… he felt ….  
Shaking his head, Tucker put his hands on Stelian's shoulders. He shoved, trying to push the lupe away, but the large male didn't move. "I do want to leave. Alone. I won’t come back." 
The snarl was loud in his ear. “Unacceptable. I think you want a lot of things, little lupe, but leaving here without me isn't one of them. I can smell your lust, your need. You will be mine and you know it."  
He was half against the door and half against the wall. The small pain of the hinge biting into his lower back barely registered. Tucker’s cock was rigid, almost painfully hard, inside his tight pants. He felt none of the revulsion the other lupes who’d pinned him had made him feel. If anything, he wanted to rub Stelian’s spicy scent all over his body.  
Stelian shoved his face against Tucker's throat, and then ran his nose up the smooth column. The smaller male's head fell back. Tucker didn't realize it at first, but his hands had gone from pressing flat against Stelian's shoulders to curling around them to pull the hot male closer. 
Stelian chuckled, and the sound vibrated against Tucker's skin and made him whimper. One large hand buried in Tucker's reddish gold hair.  
"You want me." 
"No," Tucker moaned.  
"Then why are you rubbing your cock against me?"
 
Bio:  Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find something interesting to read one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started ... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out. Fortunately for readers, with the encouragment of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published! Oh yeah, she's a wife, mom of two, and lives in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!  
Contact Me:
Email: anordwell@live.com
 My blog: Cia's Stories  
Goodreads: Alicia Nordwell
 My Facebook: Alicia Nordwell Author Page 
 

Wednesday Briefs

 


*For this month my flashes will be about brothers. If that doesn’t appeal, you might want to skip this round. 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.


Either use word prompts or pic prompts. The word prompts for this week are: "If bread is the staff of life..." 

or use: cowboy, whistle, pleasure

or "My other boyfriend is a ..." 

or use: ten, banana, mummy 

or use: sky, felicitations, generosity


I’m using cowboy, whistle and pleasure.


Choices #3
Cooper dragged Sandler along, whistles accompanying them. He nodded to someone named Cowboy as they entered a maze of stairs that led above the club.
Sandler panted as he was led along. Oh God, what have I agreed to? A collar? Draped in chains? His name basically tattooed above my ass? And fuck, being on that stage with Cooper while he…
Sandler found himself in a small apartment. One huge room contained the bedroom, living area, and kitchenette. The place was dark and sensual, but Sandler didn’t know why Cooper lived there, of all places.
The door slammed shut and Cooper was pushing him toward the bed. Sandler’s body shook. He was sweating, and his stomach hurt. And oh God, Cooper was a looming shadow coming at him. Sandler wasn’t sure if he was going to pass out, throw up, or bust out crying.
“Sandler? Hey, what’s the matter? Jesus, you look like you’re going to be sick. Fuck, you’re having second thoughts, aren’t you?” Cooper swore. Sandler was pale as milk and shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Dammit to hell, sit down. I knew you weren’t ready.”
“I-I-I…” Sandler swallowed hard as Cooper’s arms came around him and helped him sit down on the bed. “Too fast, just too fast. P-please Cooper, don’t be mad. I-I’m sorry for being a dork, but I’m overwhelmed. You threw too much at me.”
Cooper wanted to punch the wall, he was so angry at himself. He’d waited yearsfor this, and look at what he’d done. “That… that was… I shouldn’t have—me telling you everything I want to do to you was wrong. I should have waited.” Cooper swore loudly again. “Now you’re scared of me and what I want from you.”
“Not scared of you, just—”
Cooper pulled back from Sandler. “Fuck, you want to leave, don’t you? I shouldn’t have—”
Sandler lifted his hand to Cooper’s lip. He had to do something to stop this train of thought because Cooper damn sure wasn’t listening to him. “I’m a virgin, Cooper.”
For a moment, Cooper’s mouth hung open. His world stopped turning and time screeched to a halt. One thing was for damn certain—his reality just got turned on its head. There was no way what he heard could be right. “W-w-what?”
Sandler hid his face in his hands. Now Cooper wouldn’t want him. Who would? He was an eighteen-year-old dorky virgin. What the hell was he thinking blurting something like that out? Cooper probably wanted someone who was as experienced as him. He’d ruined it, ruined it all. Why couldn’t he do anything right? A low, harsh sob escaped him.
“Oh, Sandler.” Cooper clasped that trembling body close, his mouth right next to Sandler’s ear. He was stunned, yes. Stunned and overcome with what Sandler had admitted. He breathed in Sandler’s ear as he spoke. “My sweet little brother, you really are innocent, aren’t you? God, the nerve it must have taken to come to me.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Sandler’s cries were muffled by his hands.
Cooper wrapped his arms around Sandler, rocking him gently as he cried. “Sorry? For what? Being a virgin?”
“Y-yes…”
“Oh Sandy, don’t cry.” Cooper pried Sandler’s hands away for his face, making his brother look him in the eye. “Listen to me. I can’t tell you how pleasedI am to hear you’re untouched.”
“You—you are?” Sandler sniffed, rubbing his nose. “But… but I thought you’d prefer someone who… I have no experience with—”
Cooper pushed Sandler back on the bed, and lay on top of him, his hard-on poking at Sandler through their clothes, his pleasure building at having Sandler in his arms, finally. “You’ve never done anal, right?”
“Well, right… but….”
Cooper grinned, and kissed the tip of Sandler’s nose. “We’ll get to your butt in a minute. Have you jacked someone off, or done a blowjob? Maybe had those done to you?”
Sandler’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. They’d get to his butt in a minute?
Cooper was tempted to stick one of his ball gags in that sexy mouth of his brother, but he held off. They needed to talk right now. Later, he’d gag Sandler. Much later, from the sounds of things.
“Sandler? Answer me.” Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t start training his little brother now… albeit very gently.
“Y-yes. I’ve done both. Been on both ends of things. I just…” Sandler blushed and lowered his eyes.
Cooper’s hand nudged Sandler’s chin up, making Sandler meet his eyes. “Just what?”
“I only did those things with other guys because I was curious and… well… horny. I wouldn’t let them at my ass, though.”
A big grin crossed Sandler’s face. “And why was that, little bro?”
“It—it’s… oh, man.”
“Yes?” Cooper leaned down and nipped Sandler’s bottom lip. “It’s… what?”
“Yours,” Sandler whispered. “My ass is yours. If you want it, Coop.”
The grin slid off Cooper’s face, and the intensity was back. “You better believe I want your ass… and the whole of you too. Do you have any idea what it does to me, knowing no one’s had you?” Cooper leaned closer. “And no one ever will, no one but me will ever fuck you. You’re mine.”
Cooper slammed his mouth down on Sandler’s, forcing his tongue into Sandler’s mouth, tasting the sweetness and forbidden delight that was his little brother. As soon as he started, he stopped and lifted his head. “But I can go slowly. I am going to do all those things I said. But now that I know you’re a virgin, I can be gentle and give you time to adjust.”
Relief flooded though Sandler and he wrapped his arms around Cooper’s shoulders. “That’s all I ask.”
“Come morning, you won’t be a virgin any longer.”
TBC Make sure to visit the other flasher!~M 
Cia Nordwell m/m
Sara York m/m
LM Brown m/m
Nephylim m/m
Michael Mandrake m/m   
Tali m/m
Lily Sawyer m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

In the Spotlight - Rawiya

        Hey everyone! Today I'm spotlighting Rawiya, an author I met through IRM author group. :)    Inspiration for Sugar Daddy
Rawiya
 

 
Good morning! I’d like to thank M.A. Church for having me on today. My new book, Sugar Daddy is the fourth book in the Something New on the Menu Series from Naughty Nights Press. I’m doing this collection with fellow muse, BLMorticia and let me tell you it’s been fun. So much I don’t want it to end but when BL’s book, Candyman comes out soon, it will be finished.
 
Well okay somewhat. There are sequels in the works for Latte, Sugar Daddy, and Candyman since the exterior characters want happy endings. That’s for later though. Right now, let’s talk about this book, Sugar Daddy.
 
How did I get the idea? Well, it actually came from a short of the same name I did for the Who’s Your Daddy anthology for STARbooks Press. I took those characters, changed around the setting a tad, and came up with this longer story about a young culinary student who wants an older man to love and take care of him.
 
Since I do only interracial stories, I felt it fitting my younger man wanted an established black male to be his lover. There is a little tension also, since Antwon Bantu, my older gent is a married to a woman. That presents a problem, but will it get in the way of their happiness?
 
Antwon also has a few hang-ups that you’ll learn more about in the story. Surely being a gay man in a high position is something relatable and this I wanted to bring out in my tale.
 
Hopefully you’ll check it out. Again, it’s book four in the series. The books don’t need to be read together or in order. They’re 4 separate books. If you haven’t checked out any of them please make sure to give them a look.
 


 
      Something New on the Menu Series
 
Sugar Daddy Book Four
 
Blurb: Matthew Davidson wants a MAN! The setting shifts away from the America’s to Britain where Matthew and his childhood friend, Devon Peartly attend a cooking school to obtain their cooking certificates. The young man wants a partner so badly, he decides he’ll try an online dating service in hopes of finding a black man that can take care of and satisfy him romantically.

He finds that man, Antwon Bantu on an online dating site and is instantly intrigued. Little does Matthew know that Antwon is involved in a “convenient” marriage and is seeking a younger partner so he can finally get on with his life. Instead of confessing the truth, he decides to hide it, fearing he’ll lose the chance with Matthew if he informs him. To complicate things, Antwon’s wife claims to be in love with him. Antwon must choose what’s more important; loving Matthew or saving his impeccable reputation as a top barrister in the London courts?

Which will he choose?
 
Amazon, Are, Smashwords
 
In this scene, we meet Matthew and his friend Devon
 
The morning sun came too damn soon for culinary student, Matthew Davidson. He’d been spending most of his evenings studying for exams, stressing himself out, and wondering what the future held for him. He couldn’t decide on the career path he wanted to take. Just something in the food and culinary business.
With a heavy book bag on his back and two more books in his hand, he drudged through the halls of Westminster Kingsway, fighting off the impending yawns coming over him. In reality, he wished he’d stayed in bed. Midterms were coming up fast, too quickly in fact, and he hadn’t been getting a lot of good rest. Not only that, he hadn’t been enjoying himself either, considering he was alone.
Boring and lonely!
Life had been rather uneventful as of late. No one at the school remotely interested him. Matthew didn’t want just anyone. He sought someone a little different than anything the place had to offer. Unless he wanted to date a teacher, which he felt wasn’t a great idea.
A definite conflict of interest I’d rather not have!
Already tired, he threw his knapsack on the floor and leaned against the wall. Taking a look at his phone screen, he blew raspberries as he discovered class was less than a half hour from beginning. “Damn, I should’ve faked a fever.” Even though that seemed like a great excuse, he knew once his grades started to drop, his mum and dad would ask him to come back to live at home. Not something he wanted to do. He loved the freedom away from the parental units.
Besides, he loved being roommates with his good friend. The young man who’d stuck by him through thick and thin and always showed him more support than not. Devon Peartley.
They’d been best pals for years; attending middle school together when Devon moved from Liverpool only a few years ago. The two were basically inseparable and they’d grown closer when they discovered they both were gay.
The young men convinced their folks they’d take care of one another while in college. All of them weren’t very happy that both their sons were benders but loved them nonetheless and thus, financed living arrangements for them once they graduated and went to Westminster, on the condition they’d keep up their grades.
In actuality, the fathers couldn’t bear to think of their sons coming home with other males as their dates. No question their dads didn’t take the news as well as the mums.
Matthew rolled his neck and gripped it tightly attempting to work out the kinks.
“Where are you, slut?” While straightening his crisp collar on his purple Polo Sport shirt, he searched for Devon to meet him across from their first class. Unlike Matthew, Devon was seeing someone regularly. He’d had a rendezvous with his man last night and Devon had informed Matthew he’d go straight to school from the man’s house and meet him there. Devon was dating an instructor.
Matthew grinned when he noticed him coming down the hall, dressed to the nines in a long sleeved white oxford and starched blue jeans. He raised an eyebrow, nodding his head in Devon’s direction.
“Got out of bed in time to iron, I see,” Matthew chided and gave him a wry smile.
“Yeah, hiya…” Devon waved halfheartedly and grinned, brushing a lose hair from Matthew’s shoulder.
“How was the date?”
 “Fantastic! The man is an excellent cook – in and out of bed. Did my parents call?”
Matthew grabbed a chocolate bar from the side of his bag. “For once,” he took a big bite of his favorite breakfast, “they didn’t, but I had an excuse all prepared just in case.”
 “Oh yeah, what was that?” Peartley slid to the floor, pulling on Matthew’s pants leg to come down with him.
Matthew rolled his eyes; Devon knew how much he hated to sit on the floor. Instead, he propped himself against the wall and squatted while he finished his makeshift meal. “I would’ve told them you were being tutored,” he laughed, “which, for the most part, would’ve been true.”
“Yeah, I definitely was. He showed me a lot of new tricks. I loved every minute of it.” Apparently thinking of his date, he stared straight ahead while licking his lips.
“Uh huh, well at least one of us is enjoying life.”
“Hey, I told you to lower your bar a little bit. You might not be able to find a man that wants to take care of you and be a good lover.”
“Yes I will. Obviously, I’m searching in the wrong places.” Matthew pouted and lightly slapped Devon’s arm. “He’s out there somewhere, Devon. He’s gotta be.”
“You’re dreamin’, babe. Lower your standards a little or look forward to a life of loneliness.” He looked at his phone. “Shit, time for Professor Vincent’s class.” He jumped up and dusted himself off.
Matthew sighed, “Lemme ask you. Has class ever been hard to concentrate on knowing that you’re banging the teacher?”
“Yep, but he’s a professional and you know me; I gotta great poker face.”
Matthew grinned at his response and shook his head. They took the slow stroll towards the classroom.
“And no one has ever noticed you getting out his car or making any gestures.”
“Nope, not at all.” Devon opened the door for his good friend.
Matthew went in as he nodded. He really didn’t think Devon was that cool about the relationship with their English instructor. “I seriously don’t believe that, Devon. I mean,” he sat at the desk in front of his roommate and turned to face him, “it’s the reason I’ve never done it. I’d be nervous about someone picking that up. Plus, I like to make kisses and wild gestures to my man.”
“Well that’s you, hun. I’m handling it.” Devon stopped talking a moment to blow a kiss at his boyfriend who acknowledged it with a wink.
Matthew chuckled and drew up his slim lips. “Oh yeah, you’re handlin’ it alright.”
Devon playfully shoved his shoulder and clicked his teeth.
Matthew giggled to himself. He knew Devon was downplaying the affection he’d been showing the professor.
When their teacher came around handing out papers, he quickly collected himself, cleared his throat, and glanced at the document on his desk.
Fuck. Did I study enough for this?


RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first sole author book, “Time to Make the Donuts” is now available in multiple digital formats through online vendors and her first MMF Living In The Now was released in April from Naughty Nights Press.


Rawiya loves multiracial characters who overcome obstacles other than race. Sweet, sassy, and spicy would be the best way to describe her work. Happily married mother of two, loves music, computers, and travel. She blogs regularly at Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiya’s blog on Wordpress.

Drum roll please...

Are you ready to know who won? I'm creeping up on you guys... hear the stairs squeak?

What's that loud breathing?

Why are the lights out?

Damn, is it cold in here?



*Snort* Okay, I'll stop, lol. ;)


Since I had so many comments I picked two winners. :) Emails are being sent out too. Respond and let me know I have the correct email addy, then I'll send the PDF on to ya.


And the winners are:


Alectra- KellySchmid28@yahoo.com 
Yanxfan24- moragmckell@blueyonder.co.uk Thanks everyone for sharing your stories. You guys always step up and share when I ask, and that means a lot to me.

Two years ago I would've said no I don't believe in ghosts. I'm not sure I really do now... but since Mom died I've smelled the body lotion she always bought from Victoria Secrets at odd times. No one, and I mean no one, in this house wears perfume or cologne--and they sure as hell don't wear what she wore.

I'm allergic to the most perfumes and the older kiddo has asthma. Candles, air fresheners... anything with a scent I'm very careful with because I never know what'll set me or the older one off. All the kiddo's friends know better than come in my home and spray perfume.

So... can't explain why sometimes I smell what Mom wore. All I can tell you is that I do. Is it memory? My brain playing tricks? Wishful thinking on my part? I don't know. And no, it doesn't freak me out. Two years later I still miss her, and if that is her in some sort of form or fashion... then I'm cool with that. :)


I want to thank everyone for taking part in the contest. I hope the winners enjoy the story. It's not the scariest thing I've ever written; I was aiming for more spooky. ;)

I will say this... If you really want dark and scary then my next Halloween release should hit the spot, lol. Lust and Ice is one of my dark stories. A very dark, sexual, and truly a lesser of two evils type story. Hehe. Yes, there will be a contest starting for that this week. Then I have the Halloween Blog Hop coming soon.

~M

Spooktacular Giveaway

DO YOU BELIEVE IN THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT?Does your relationship have more cracks than a witch’s cauldron?
Want to put the magic back into the bedroom? It’s couples therapy weekend at hotel BJ, a vacation resort that’s so far South that you can’t help but hear the banjos dueling! And it’s Halloween weekend…
Will more than damaged relationships be brought back from the dead? Anything’s possible on this magic night! Let the authors of the Haunted Hotel anthology show you how it’s done!
A Multi-author M/M anthology from the writers of Wednesday Briefs, who bring you prompt induced Flash fiction every Wednesday. Bigger Briefs is an anthology we began to showcase our slightly bigger briefs. Er, flash fiction. We invite you to take the journey with us!
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hauntedhotelmm-973748-140.html
 
Hey guys! Guess what’s out in time for Halloween? That’s right, the Bigger Brief anthology Haunted Hotel. And guess who’s returned this time too… Zane and Neil! Yay, my boys are back for another story.   
CONTEST TIME:
Now for the fun part, lol. I’m giving away an ebook copy of the anthology. The contest ends Sunday evening.
~Leave me a comment with an email. Please remember to do this!
~Tell me if you believe in ghosts. Bwauuuahhhhha.   
A Ghostly Whisper
By M.A. Church
“Surely you’re not saying you think this place is haunted? There’s no such thing as—”
“Oh my God, don’t you dare say it!”
Neil shrugged as he walked back to the kitchen.
“All this can be explained, babe. The lights flickering from the wind, faulty wiring on the hot tub—and isn’t that a nice thought—plus this is Halloween weekend. Maybe the owners of this place thought it would be funny to rig up one of the cabins. Did you check those brochures to see if they planned any activities for the holiday? Maybe a haunted cabin type thing? Bet this is nothing more than that. It’s all for fun, a joke.”
“Do I look like I’m fucking laughing?”
“That’s not your happy face?” Neil held up a hand. “Sorry. How about we go back to the lobby and ask to be moved. Would that help?”
“I’m all for leaving.”
“Come on, babe. We’re on vacation. Let’s just ask for another cabin.”
“Fine. Whatever. I’m still not laughing.”
“So I see. And babe? There’s no such things as ghosts.
Before Zane could open his mouth the lights flickered in the cabin, flashed back on, then went out. Off in the woods something howled—a long mournful cry of loneliness that was answered by another call. Zane was across the room, flinging himself at Neil before the last wail ended. A soft laugh echoed through the cabin.
“Stop laughing at me!” Zane reared back to glare at Neil.
“Um, that wasn’t me—”
A sharp, low mournful cry echoed around them.
“Shit! Shit a brick! Fuck this, I’m out of here!” With a screech, Zane flung himself away from Neil. “Explain that! That was some sort of ghostly laugh!”
Neil grabbed at Zane’s wrist. “Would you just wait a minute? Dammit, Zane. You can string fishing line, strum it, and it’ll make that exact type of noise. Trust me, I pulled that stunt on my roomies in the past.
“I… am…. leaving.” Zane jerked his hand away from Neil. “Right fucking now. If you care for me at all you’ll get your ass in the truck.”
 “Damn.” Neil rubbed his hands over his face. “All right, babe. Let’s go upstairs and pack—”
“Only place I’m going is to the truck. Leave the damn clothes... They’re just clothes. We’ll buy more damn clothes, tons of clothes, but I’m out of here.” Zane glowered at Neil, then turned and left the cabin. The truck was close enough he could see Zane clearly in the moonlight as he opened the door and sat down.
“Well, alrighty then. Guess I’m doing the packing and then we’ll be leaving. And I didn’t even get to finish my sandwich.” Neil shook his head at how Zane had reacted. He spied a rechargeable flashlight hung nearby and clicked it on.
 “Ah well, as long as there’s a bed somewhere along the way we can still have a nice vacation.”
Neil turned back to the kitchen. He placed the flashlight by the sink and picked up their plates. He’d clean up then go upstairs to pack. He’d just finished dumping his food when the air temperature dropped suddenly. The air turned frigid—he could actually see his breath.
“What the hell?”
As he reached for the flashlight, the battery went dead.

Feature and Follow Friday #4

TGI Friday, y'all!

  
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Q: What book do you think would make a great Halloween movie? Please explain in graphic detail of goriness...  
This was a hard one for me. The only thing I could come up with was Haunted in Death by J.D. Robb. There isn’t *that* much gore in it, but there is a ghost of a rock star from eighty-five years ago and the club, Number Twelve where the singer performed, has since turned into a urban legend.
Eve Dallas, the MC, isn’t having any of that BS *lol, does she ever???* as she investigates a murder that took place in the now deserted building. I love Dallas, lol. She really gets her views changed up on her in this book lol.

~edit to add: J.D. Robb is a pen name for Nora Roberts. If you like Nora Roberts, chances are good you'll like her when she writes as J.D. Robb. Her on-going series is titled something or the other... then...  In Death. Ex: the first book in the series is Naked in Death. This is one of my fav authors. :)~M

In the Spotlight - S.L. Danielson and Nephylim

Hey guys! Today I'm spotlighting two for the price of one, lol. I met Nephy a while back through Literotica when she emailed me about The Harvest. We became friends and the rest, as they say, is history! Nephy is also part of the Wednesday Briefers.

S.L. Danielson I met when I sent Nighttime Wishes to her publishing company, lol. That's right *grin* she's one of my publishers. She owns Romance First Publishing. How cool is that?


Series Name:  Upstaged
Book Name:  Opening Act
Genre:Young Adult
Authors:  S.L.Danielson and Nephylim   Coming Soon: Nov 9th
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:"Dude! What the fuck's wrong with you? You're interrupting our song!" He pointed behind him to the band members, all of whom had angry faces. Daisy pursed her lips and shook her head at her brother. Erik was clearly not happy. "You gonna answer me or what, man?" Asher blew another bubble and popped it loudly. The big American jerk was going red in the face. Good. He shrugged then, glancing over Erik's shoulder at Daisy's face, he sighed. "Maybe if the band was better I wouldn't be so bored."  He blew another, bigger, bubble which popped with a satisfying bang. If he tried hard maybe he could make him turn purple. Nah, who wanted to work that hard? He couldn't be bothered. Taking the gum out of his mouth, he stuck it on the garage wall.   A blond brow went up as Erik crossed his arms tightly against his chest and harrumphed. "You sayin' something about my band? The one your own sister’s in?" He shook his head and inched closer to him. "Maybe, if you can't appreciate our music, you should get your ass outta here, Dasher. Or is it Ghostboy?"  Erik laughed at his own wit but was disappointed when it didn't seem to shake this guy one iota. "Just because my sister wants to hang around with a bunch of losers, doesn't mean they’re any good, only that she has really bad taste." Erik felt his temper rising; his blood nearly at boiling point. "Who the hell are you callin' a loser, you... you... emo! You gothic, whiny weirdo... freak!" Asher looked around, slowly, and then their eyes locked again. "I didn't hear anyone whine. But I did hear something squeak.  Was it you, little mouse?  If I'd closed my eyes I could have imagined I heard a creaky old gate up there on the stage, swinging in the breeze." * * *Rage now coursed through Erik's veins; his Viking heritage coming to bear. He balled his fists and snorted, like a bull ready to spear the matador. Daisy tried to intervene. "Asher! Stop it right now or you'll be sorry!"  "Not as sorry as this sorrylooking 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. He lunged forward to deliver the blow, when a hand stopped him. He paused, shocked and amazed; 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 and 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 the coldness of the ring, it 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.  All too soon, the kiss ended, and Asher pulled away with a loud smacking sound. Erik stood in silence, his mind in a whirlwind, then he backed away slowly.  His lips opened and closed as he fought for words but, before he could utter any of them Asher's cool hand patted him on the side of the face in an almost patronizing manner and, with a cheeky wink he turned and walked away, calling over his shoulder to his sister. "I'm off, Dayz. Can't stand the boredom. Give me a ring when you're ready to be picked up. Try not to die of excitement." 
Bios: ~Nephylim Nephylim was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean. Nephylim has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play. Later in life, Nephylim became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.In present times, Nephylim lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest, and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.
Nephylim can be found at: Twitter- https://twitter.com/
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~S.L. Danielson S. L. Danielson began writing at the tender age of seven. She knew it was her calling from the moment she put pen to paper. In her teens she began writing alternative works and the genre stuck. She also wove more elaborate tales and finally in her college years began to her new love of male romance into long novels.

She is classically trained in business and accounting, and is currently a graduate student. Her other hobbies including cycling, gaming, and spending time with her husband and two cherished cats.


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Wednesday Briefs

*Just a reminder: For this month my flashes will be about brothers. If that doesn’t appeal, you might want to skip this round. 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.

So, something new this week! The word prompts for this week are: "Between you and me..." 

or use: kitchen, flame, grimace 

or "When did I ever say..."     
 

Or use one of these as a picture prompt instead. 
 
      I used between you and me... Choices #2
It was the longest week of his life. Really, time just crawled. Cooper had told him to go home and think about his choices—to be in a relationship with his brother or not. It was Saturday and Sandler wished the night would hurry the hell up and arrive already. He snorted. Did Cooper really believe he needed to think about this? He’d thought of nothing else for years. Thought about—and waited—for the day he turned eighteen.
Okay, yeah. Cooper didn’t look the same. There was a dark edge that hadn’t been there before. That boy-next-door look was gone. But Sandler was pretty sure Cooper was still the same on the inside.
Night finally came, and Sandler headed out. He’d googled the address earlier in the day and knew where the club was located. He’d told his mom he was spending the night with a friend. She was so concerned with getting ready for her date, she didn’t question him.
An hour later, he’d arrived and parked. The club was huge; huge like the size of a Walmart. There was a line of people waiting to get inside. Sandler pulled his jacket closer to his body. Just by looking at the people in line, he knew he didn’t fit in—he’d never seen so much leather, chains, long black hair, eyeliner, and piercings. Good God, he looked like a model for American Eagle or something compared to them. Remembering what Cooper said, he walked straight to the bouncer and held out the card. Or rather, held the card up. The bouncer towered over him. At nearly seven feet and three hundred pounds, he positively dwarfed Sandler.
“Ah, yes. Someone’s certainly been waiting on you.” Razor, the bouncer, rumbled as he looked at the kid standing in front of him. Fucking hell, he’s got ‘fresh meat’ stamped all over him. Now I see why Coop demanded his guest be met right inside the door. This crowd would tear such wholesomeness apart. He can’t be more than 5’8 and maybe a hundred thirty pounds—twink all the way. Wonder what the kid’s kink is? Not Coop’s usual style, this one. Cute kid with all that light brown hair parted down the middle and the sides hanging in his eyes. And those eyes! Never seen that deep a brown except on Coop.
Razor called and made sure someone could meet and escort the kid to Coop’s table. “Okay, Edge is waiting on you. He’s the blue-haired guy right inside the door. Listen, kid, stay with him—go where he says and nowhere else. All the tops are gonna shit when they see you. Stay at Coop’s table and you’ll be safe.”
“Okay, yeah.” Sandler looked down at the ground. “I know I look different.”
Razor, gruff man that he was, wanted to promise he’d knock anyone’s teeth down their throat that made fun of Sandler. Which surprised the hell out of him. He reached out and ruffled Sandler’s hair. “Anyone hassle you, let me or Edge know. We’ll take care of it.”
The smile that touched the kid’s lips made Razor’s hardcore-top heart melt. He sincerely hoped Coop knew what the hell he was doing with such innocence.
* * * *
Sandler was led to a table that was roped off from the dance floor, off to the side of an enormous stage. The lights focused on the stage were dim, and fog creeped across the dais. An air of danger, wickedness, and sex of the kinky kind surrounded Sandler. A low, sinfully enticing voice spoke the opening bars of a song, then the lights came up. Two men were strapped to Saint Andrews Crosses; others danced on the stage dressed in little to nothing. And, in the middle of it all, there was Cooper… singing about sinful desires and dark needs.
The crowds went wild as he sang and Sandler sat stunned. Cooper was dressed like he was the other night, but this time there was no mesh shirt under the vest and there were chains all over his body. There was little doubt what Cooper was into, and what kind of place Sandler found himself at. Sandler swallowed hard; he’d heard about places like this, and that kind of lifestyle, but he had zero experience with it.
Jesus, Cooper’s voice made him hard. The set finished and Cooper bounced off the stage and came straight to the table.
“You’re here.” Cooper stood over Sandler, staring at him. Panting and slightly out of breath, he fought against his natural urge to drag Sandler up to his room.
“Yes. I told you I’d be here, Coop. But between you and me… I don’t fit in.”
Cooper closed his eyes. Sandler was right, so he had to give him a chance to run. “Do you understand what I’m into, little brother? This kind of lifestyle? If you stay with me, I’m going to drape you in chains, tie you to my bed—among other things—and push every fucking boundary you have. Oh God, Sandler, I’m going to give you five minutes to get the hell out of here… then it’s too late.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Cooper. I know what you’re into. All I ask is give me a chance to adjust.”
“Four minutes. Eventually I’ll have you up there on that stage with me, bro. Helpless and waiting for me to do whatever I want as I sing.”
“Okay.”
“Fuck. Three minutes. You’ll wear my collar.”
“Okay.”
“Fuck. Two minutes. You’ll have my name tattooed across the lower part of your back so everyone knows who you belong to.”
“Okay.”
“Oh sweet God. One minute. Sandler, I love you. You better be damn sure about this.”
“I am. I have been.”
“Five, four, three, two… one.” Cooper jerked Sandler out of his chair. “Too late now, little bro. You’re fucking mine.”
Cooper dragged Sandler to his room.
TBCOkay ya'll, make sure to hop on over to the other flashers! We got a great group of author's here. :)

Lily Sawyer m/m Cia m/mMichael Mandrake m/mNephylim  m/m   Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

In the Spotlight - Meet Jennifer Labelle

Hey everyone! Today I'm spotlighting Jennifer Labelle, a multi-published author I met not long ago. She's the one that did my Timeline and my blog header. :)

She has a new release called Friends with Benefits that's on my TBR list, lol. Please make sure to check out her latest ebook and her blog too. It's a cool blog!

~M


Title: Friends with Benefits
Series: The Edge Series
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Genre: M/M Erotica (glbt)
Buy Link: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-friendswithbenefits-968570-145.html
 
 
Blurb:
Collin Harrison is loving life as a bachelor, but can’t convince his meddling mother to back off. To make matters worse, he’s confused by his attraction to his new neighbor, Devin. But Collin has never been with a man before.
Devin Hardy is no stranger to fulfilling his intimate desires—desires which include his hot neighbor. Good things come to those who wait, but Devin is getting tired of waiting to turn their friendship into one with scorching hot benefits.
 
Excerpt:
“What’s on your mind?”
“It’s nothing.” Collin sighed. “Or maybe it is. But I’ll figure it out, I guess.”
“Like what?” Devin flicked the TV off with the remote and waited.
“My social life has slowed down since I began hanging out with you.” Here we go, breathe, take the plunge and just breathe.
“Gee, thanks.” Devin grimaced. “Way to make a guy feel welcome.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.” He laughed and moved a little closer to him. “I just meant that I’ve had fewer dates recently, that’s all.”
“So you need to get laid.” His friend shrugged. “That sounds simple enough. You don’t need me to help you out with that, do you? I mean….”
Hell, yes, I do. “I guess it is, but my appetites might be changing, and I’m a little unsure about it. It also doesn’t help when you have a mother who likes to meddle. I’ll be hitting thirty soon, and she wants me to settle down.” Collin grimaced before continuing. “I’ve got to love the woman, and so help me God I do, but she’s now got a list of potential candidates.”
“Potential candidates?” Devin’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “For a future wife? Well, I’m not sure I can help you there, buddy, but I can get you laid if you want. I know a couple of girls who are pretty open-minded and would help you with your—” He made air quotes with his fingers and grinned. “Appetites. That is of course, if it’s a woman you’re hungry for.” He watched Collin’s reaction to his offer, starting with his face then downward to rest on the boner straining to get out and play.
He blushed. Shit! “Uh….”
Devin licked his lips. “Have you ever had a friend with benefits?”
“Sure, but not in awhile.”
“How about with a man? Have you ever experimented?”
Speechless, and completely turned on, Collin couldn’t form the words to answer. His fantasy was finally within reach, and like a dumbass, he choked. He shook his head no but prayed Devin would continue his pursuit.
“Would you like to?”

 Bio:
Jennifer Labelle resides in Ottawa, Ontario Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance (especially historical), mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she's decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.



Author Links:
Website: http://www.jenniferlabelle.com
Blog: http://labellebooks.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/1JenniferLabell
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Jennifer-Labelle/168414043184292#!/pages/Author-Jennifer-Labelle/168414043184292
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4649930.Jennifer_Labelle

The Harvest-The Next Generation

Szin's Story 
Takeo pulled Szin along behind him to Ti’s old place. Ti’s first home wasn’t far, but Szin was already panting. Takeo knew part of that was fear. But Szin hadn’t eaten in a while also. That was first on the list of things to take care of.
Takeo led Szin inside, and flipped on a light. The place was just as he remembered, and the memories Takeo had were good. He’d enjoyed coming here as a child. The front door opened into the living area, and a small kitchen was off to the side. A bed and bathroom were down a hall, near the back of the house. Down another hall was what Ti called his playroom. They’d get to that later. Right now Szin’s body shook so violently Takeo was worried he’d pass out.
Takeo sat Szin down at a table in the kitchen. “Cheese pizza still your favorite? And Coke to drink, right?”
“Um, yeah. Takeo—”
Takeo pushed a few buttons on the reduplicator. “Eat first, Szin. Then we’ll talk.”
Szin’s mouth snapped shut. He wanted to talk now, dammit. He could talk and eat at the same time. He waited until Takeo put the pizza in front of him before he tried again.
“Takeo, I really think that it would be best if you returned—”
“Open up.” Takeo held up a piece of pizza.
“But I’m trying to talk to you about—”
“And I’m trying to feed you.” Takeo waved the slice of pizza in front of Szin. “Open up, Szin.”
Szin huffed out a breath. Okay, the pizza did look good, and yes, his stomach was growling. The smell alone had his mouth watering.
Takeo brushed the very tip of the pizza against Szin’s lips, and his voice dropped to a sexy whisper. “Come on, open for me.”
Szin blushed. Unable to help himself, he reached for a piece of pizza on the table. Would Takeo let him feed himself?
“No.” Takeo’s other hand shot out and landed on top on Szin’s.
Well, that answered that, now didn’t it? Szin opened his mouth.
“Good.” Takeo brushed the pizza across Szin’s lips again, watching as Szin’s tongue flicked out to taste. Oh, the things he planned to do with that tongue later. He eased the pizza into that sexy mouth and let Szin take a bite while holding Szin’s other hand trapped on top of the table, their fingers entwined.
Testing Takeo, Szin raised his other hand for a second time.
Takeo’s eyes narrowed, his gaze full of heat and promise as Szin chewed. “That hand comes anywhere near the food and I’ll tie it to the chair.”
Szin quickly dropped his hand to his side. Takeo wasn’t playing; he could hear it in his voice. “Takeo—”
“Shh. Just enjoy.” Takeo allowed a small smile to cross his lips, the tips of his fangs showing, and lifted the pizza back to Szin’s lips. “Take more.”
Their gazes trapped, Szin opened his mouth for another bite.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
Szin, his mouth full, nodded.
Takeo waited until Szin finished eating, then lifted the drink to his mouth. “Now, take a drink and wash it down.”
Szin understood what Takeo was doing—he’d caught the double meaning to the words.
A hard blush rode Szin’s cheeks making Takeo burned with desire. He wanted to see that lovely pink color cover Szin’s body as he… did things—things that would make Szin moan with pleasure under him, calling out his name in desperation. Gods, he was so hard; his dick ached from the constraints of his pants.
Once Szin had finished the bit of pizza he had been feeding him, Takeo picked up another piece and held it away from Szin. “More?”
Szin fought the urge to wiggle in his chair. His dick was stiff and trapped off to the right in his pants—the angle uncomfortable. Who knew being feed from someone’s fingers could be so erotic? He nodded his head in answer to Takeo’s question.
An evil gleam came into Takeo’s red eyes as his thumb rubbed the inside of Szin’s palm that was trapped on the table. He wanted Szin to know he could be as gentle or as rough as Szin needed. “You want more, yes? Then say it, Szin.”
Szin gulped, shivers running through his body from the light caress.  
“Tell me what you need, Szin. Let me hear it.” Takeo leaned closer. “You can do it.”
Those eyes of Takeo’s held Szin ensnared. “More,” he finally whispered.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Takeo picked up another piece of pizza and brought it to Szin’s mouth. “I’ll always give you what you need.”
Szin took another bite of the pizza. After he swallowed, he cleared his throat. “Drink?”
Takeo was pleased Szin asked for what he wanted. Progress was being made. “Absolutely.” Takeo held the Coke up to Szin’s lips. “Take as much as you need.”
Szin tool several sips and closed his eyes. This was getting to be too much, too intimate. He needed a chance to get his thoughts in order, to remember why this wasn’t a good idea. Oh God, he could hear them in bed together—Takeo saying the exact same words as he made love to him.
“No you don’t. Open those sexy eyes and look at me, Szin. Seeme.” Takeo squeezed Szin’s fingers.
Szin’s eyes fluttered open and the need and desire in Takeo’s eyes slammed into him. “I see you, Takeo. All too clearly.”
“No, you see what you think I need. Don’t place your beliefs on me. I know what I need, and I need you. Now, keep those eyes open.” Takeo placed the pizza against Szin’s lips again. “Let me feed you some more.”
Szin determination slowly slipped under a wave of desire. How could he fight both Takeo and himself? He opened his mouth, the wicked promise in Takeo’s voice taking over his senses yet again.
“Good,” Takeo praised again, then took a bite and offered the pizza to Szin.
Szin grew warm as he took a bite from where Takeo’s mouth had just been. Oh, how he wanted that praise he heard in Takeo’s voice. Why did it made him feel so wanted? The satisfaction he saw in Takeo’s eyes made him feel… good? Szin ate and drank from Takeo’s hand until he was full. Once the pizza was gone Takeo stood and walked to where Szin sat and pulled him up.
“What…?” Szin stuttered to a halt as Takeo swept him up in his arms.
“Bath time.” Takeo carried Szin to the bathroom. “Just relax.”
“But—”
Takeo lowered Szin to the floor. “Shh. Trust me.”
“But—”
“Szin, I will gag you if needed. So, unless you’re ready for that, be quiet and let me take care of you.” Takeo’s hands landed on Szin’s shirt.
TBC
I know this is very short, but I’m just buried under deadlines and upcoming release right now... along with high school senior stuff for the kiddo. This wasn’t edited by my beta’s either, so please excuse the mistakes. I didn’t have time to get it checked before posting. In a few weeks things should get back to normal, lol. I hope. J~M