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TGI Friday

Hey everyone! Today I have Amylea Lyn visiting with me.  So, pull up a chair and join us lol!


~ What was your favorite character to write, and why?
 Think out of all the many characters I’ve written about, my very favorite would have to be Cael from my book Dream a Little Dream. He was my first little, damaged hero and I’ve loved him from the very beginning. J


~ You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have? 
Hmm, If I were marooned on an island I’d have to take at least sunscreen (SPF 80) because my fair skin always burns and a sunburn would suck. LOL.
As for my person, I’d have to take Bear Grylls, from that Man Vs Wild show. Not only is he cute, but he would be able to take care of us both while we were stranded. *winks*





~ Take one of your stories and tell us what you would change about it if you would do it over again.
I don’t think I’d necessarily change anything about my books, but if I could go back and change something, I think I’d add a lot more detail to Nature of the Beast. I feel I could have described things a bit better and more in depth, but other than that I wouldn’t change a thing about what I’d written.


~ When do you do your best writing… morning, afternoon, evening, night?Whenever I can squeeze writing time in? LOL.





I write mostly in the evenings and early afternoons, either before I go to work or after I get off. Most of my best writing is done on my days off from the dreaded “day job” when I can just lock myself away and focus completely on the world of my own making. J





~ Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
Oh, wow…. I actually don’t think I have one, in all honesty. I don’t really watch horror movies. But If I had to pick my favorite villain, it would have to be Maleficent from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. She was just so cool and remember being wide-eyes and terrified of her when I was a kid and watched the movie for the first time.
Plus, I’d love to get a hat just like hers!


~ What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?
I think when someone reads my books and there’s only one thing they dislike, like too much romance or “mushy scenes” so they decide to give the book a bad review and then proceed to write off the rest of the series, or even all of my books as a whole. I get upset because sometimes if feels like they are attacking you as an author personally, but them I remind myself that everyone has an opinion and for every one that doesn’t like my books, there are dozens more who do.
I think the best compliment I’ve received was when someone reads one of my books, then proceeds to go out and buy my entire back-list. They then wrote me an email and gushed over my books, and knowing that I was able to help them escape for just a little while from the real world was the best compliment I’d ever received.  J


Latest release: Solid as Stone (The Brotherhood 1) 

Blurb:
The Brotherhood is seeking their freedom, and one man holds the key. When the father's sins come to light, can one shy doctor and a tough assassin work together or will past scars be too much for them to overcome?

Stone's life is one of ordered control. As a child he was experimented on and turned into something more than human. Now the leader of The Brotherhood, an elite group of soldier assassins, he is given the task of eradicating the man who possibly holds the key to his freedom.

When Dr Wesley Folcomb finds himself targeted by the government group that killed his father, he is forced to seek safety from the very assassin sent to eliminate him.

On the run for their lives, Wesley and Stone grow close but with such different pasts, can they find love? Or will the danger hunting them cause their relationship to crumble before it has a chance to become as solid as stone? 
Excerpt:
Slamming the large metal door shut behind him, he flipped the locks and leaned back against the cool steel. Bending over, he gasped for breath, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. His heart raced, feeling like it would beat right out of his chest given half a chance. Fear and adrenaline fueled him, keeping him from crumbling to the floor in a shaking heap after what he'd just witnessed.

That one had been too close, much too close; he'd almost been caught this time.

Dr Steven Folcomb straightened, pushing a shaking hand through his dark brown hair. He ignored the fact his white lab coat was askew, and gazed about the lab; the place where everything had all began, and ironically enough, about to end.

Odd though, the simple lab didn't look like somewhere the very basis of the human structure had been altered; what with its glass beakers, stainless steel worktops and sterile air filtration system. No, it really just looked like any ordinary laboratory found in just about any university in the country.

Except this one held a dark secret; something so horrifying that it would only be a matter of time before it lead to the death and destruction of all he held dear. He hadn't meant to be the cause of so much turmoil; oh no, all his intentions had been for the best, truly.

He'd only wanted to end the pain his beloved wife, Tonya, suffered from every day, due to the debilitating disease ravaging her body. He'd only wanted his son to have a life where both his parents were whole and healthy, to be able to watch him at ball games and graduate from college, even to marry some day. He'd only wanted to give his loved ones the life they deserved; instead, he'd destroyed every chance of that ever happening.

Oh, don't get him wrong, the formula he'd spent most of his career working on and the resulting serum had worked, very well in fact. The formula just hadn't worked for what it had originally been intended.

He'd thought he had found the cure for Tonya's multiple sclerosis, to rebuild the muscle strength the MS had stolen from the once bright and vibrant woman he loved. Instead he'd created a drug that did nothing to combat the disease, but instead enhanced the physical attributes in the most average of people. Better hearing, eyesight, strength, speed, agility, and healing. It mutated their DNA, making the receivers of the drug more than human.

The formula was science in its finest form.

He'd created a way to better all of humanity and possibly change the world; except he couldn't change anything for the one person he'd really wanted too. He didn't know why the formula had no effect on the test rats that he'd infected with many other disorders to create something akin to MS, no actual explanation could be found. The effects of the formula on the physically healthy and fit subjects had been astounding. The younger the subject, the easier the formula altered the subject's DNA, thus creating the ultimate creature.

The next step in the evolutionary ladder had been born.

What a fool he'd been, to believe the government agency funding his work had the best interest for all involved. When they'd first approached him, wanting to use his formula on soldiers stationed at the front lines, he'd warned them the drug was still in the first stages of testing, and that he'd only had a small batch of serum available. He would create more after additional testing had been completed.

Dr Folcomb hung his head in shame. What a fool he'd been to believe they'd wait for him to be sure the formula was ready. He'd been blinded by his own ambition, and now it was much too late.

But he knew better now, didn't he? He'd seen the small faces of the orphaned children injected with his drug; stomachs gaunt, eyes hollow and empty, working together to become the best, most mindless killers the world had ever seen. He'd counted six, but there could have been more that he didn't know about. Horrified didn't even begin to cover his reaction. Those were children, not soldiers volunteering for assignment! These children had no choice. Good God, they couldn't have been much older than his own son, Wesley!

Those poor babies; and he'd helped in destroying their lives.

Well, no more, the doctor decided, moving away from the door and to the refrigerator filled with hundreds of perfected formula doses. Every small vial waiting patiently for delivery to the very government that could no longer be trusted. Punching in the passcode and opening the door, he shuddered, but not at the cold draft wafting out of the steel box. No, the vials upon vials of milky green substance stacked on ever shelf caused his unease.

He knew he didn't have much time. The ones sent to kill him would no doubt be showing up soon; he'd only gotten maybe an hour head start.

But it was enough time to do what must be done.

Quickly, in what could only be described as a frenzy born of desperation, he began knocking the vials off the shelf; the shattering sound of glass echoing in the empty room satisfying to hear. He had to destroy all trace of the drug from existence, so it could never be broken down and created anew.

So his work could never again be used to harm the innocent.

Closing his eyes, he swayed with weariness at the knowledge of what was to come. But he must. Thank goodness he'd already sent his wife all she would need to know. Information no one but he had, things he knew she would take to her grave. He hoped she hid everything well; no doubt there would be an investigation when this was all said and done.

Reaching over to each of the four separate worktables, he started cranking different knobs; the low hiss of fumes being released hardly noticeable over his harsh breathing. So caught up in the moment, the doctor almost missed the sounds proclaiming he was no longer alone in the building.

What was that? It only took a moment to identify the sound. The rhythm of slow, stealthy footsteps softly thumping down the hall outside the lab, headed his way.

So, the end had begun.

A sense of calm descended over him as he walked to the door and pushed the large red emergency button, the one that was to be used when there was chemical contamination and instantly sealed the lab door to outside forces. He could hear them better now, pounding on the door loud enough to be heard over the emergency sirens, but he hardly noticed. The room was heavy with vapors, and the time had come.

He gave a grim, humorless smile. He hoped he took as many of the bastards with him as he could.

Sparing a quick thought for the wife he would never see again, and the son he would never get to watch grow up, he reached over and lit a Bunsen burner.

Dr Steven Folcomb and his formula went up in flames.

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Author info:
Amylea Lyn is a little odd, a lot weird, and just plain strange. At least that's what everyone tells her. She lives in the middle of a desert, filling her laptop with too many stories to count. Most days, Amylea can be found sitting in her favorite chair after work, bugging those around her for fun tidbits to make her stories more interesting. When she's not writing, Amylea spends her time daydreaming her fantasies while talking to herself without realizing it, experimenting with different baked dishes that she force feeds her family, and plotting ways to get back at her psychotic cat. All in all, she likes to think of herself as pretty normal... even if it's only by her own standards.
Website: www.amylealyn.webs.com
Blog: www.amylealynromance.blogspot.com

Priceless

Happy Wednesday, everyone! Priceless has been released!


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Dreamspinner

Happy Wednesday, y’all! Time for another episode of Wedne...

Happy Wednesday, y’all! Time for another episode of Wednesday Briefs! This week's prompt is: “Pushing the envelope...”   
or the alternate prompts are:
 use: flat tire, cell phone, a type of liquid  
or “You want me to do what?” 
or use: have something to do with food in the story  
or use: ceiling fan, candle, dead plant
I’m using: flat tire, cell phone, a type of liquid  


Shadows in the Night Ch 16
He ran his hand through Chip’s hair, his body stirring. “This time there won’t be anyone to save you, Chip, like at the pond. By the time Jason figures out you’re gone, I’ll have you hidden safely away.”
* * * *
Jason arrived at Chip’s close to eight in the evening. For a moment he sat in the drive, his hands clenching the steering wheel of his antique truck, rage flooding him. Chip’s truck wasn’t there.
“He promised me—promisedme he wouldn’t run. Damn him!”
The human side of him screamed in fury. He had trusted Chip even though every instinct said to haul Chip to the bedroom and just mate him.
Ah, but you haven’t dropped the other bomb on our mate yet, either. You haven’t told him just what exactly is involved in the mating ritual—and how that will change his life… forever.
“Shut up,” Jason mumbled to his cougar.
And you’re the one—the human one—that’s supposed to be so rational.
“Either help out or shut the hell up,” Jason snarled at his cougar as he left the truck and walked to the house. When he found Chip he was going to—
You’re jumping the gun, Jason. You were taught better than this. Now get those human emotions under control and think, dammit.
“Fine.” His eyes lightened, glowing green.
Jason stared at Chip’s house. “You just made this so much harder than it needed to be, Chip. I’ll find you—doesn’t matter where you run to; I’ll find you. And you’d better hope I’ve calmed down by... What’s this?”
Jason had been ready to break in to Chip’s home to see if there were any clues as to where he ran off to… What he hadn’t been expecting to find was the door unlocked. Chip loved and respected his granny too much—he wouldn’t leave what she left him so unprotected. Jason opened the door, walked inside, and sniffed the air. There wasn’t a sense of abandonment to the old home.
He stalked through Chip’s home looking for any clue that would lead to his mate’s hiding place. Anger, and a keen sense of disappointment, warred within him. He knew Chip was anxious about tonight, but he could’ve sworn Chip wasn’t the type to cut and run.
With his beast senses so close to the surface, he could smell the liquid detergent Chip used to wash his clothes from earlier, the cleaning agent he had used to scrub the kitchen counters… The house seemed to be waiting for its owner to return. Frowning, Jason walked to Chip’s bedroom. Clothes were thrown over a chair in the corner, the bed was messy, and a lamp had been left on by the bed.
The first tingle that something was wrong crawled up Jason’s back. He jerked open Chip’s closet. All of Chip’s clothes were still there, and his suitcase was on the top shelf.
“Shit.”
Shit, Jason.
A chill of dread enveloped him. Even if Chip had run with little to no money—yes, he knew of the stipulation of his granny’s will—why would he not take his clothes? That made no sense. Everything in the house said Chip planned to return.
“So, where the hell is he?”
Not here.
“You don’t say.” Jason paced an hour away, frequently calling Chip’s cell. Every time his call went to voicemail. Chip knew Jason would be looking for him if he wasn’t at home, so why was he not answering?
Jason, he loves the outdoors as much as us. Maybe he needed to be outside. Go drive around and look. Maybe he had car trouble or something. His cell battery could be dead. Damn modern world.
Jason flew to his truck and headed toward town. Then his cougar’s words floated through his mind. If Chip had taken a drive to clear his head, he probably wouldn’t want people around him—he’d want quiet and isolation. He’d start searching the countryside and work his way toward town. The problem was there was a lot of countryside, and it was pitch black outside now. Chip could be on any back road, and there were plenty.
Another two hours of driving aimlessly had Jason ready to pull his long, black hair out. He was low on gas, hungry, and it was fast closing in on midnight. If Chip had gone for a drive earlier in the day he damn sure should’ve been home by now.
“Something’s wrong. I feel it.”
Jason’s hunt had ended with him on the older part of town. He’d have to drive into the newer part before he could fill up and grab something to eat. Then he’d park his truck somewhere on the outskirts of town and let his beast take over.
“Time to let the cougar do some hunting.”  His headlights reflected off something in a ditch and Jason slowed down. “What the in… Oh no, oh Gods, no!”
It was sheer luck, and the ability to see well at night, that brought Jason his first break. Slamming his truck into park, he leaped out. There, off in an overgrown ditch, was a truck… Chip’s truck. Jason slid down the bank and raced to the driver’s side. All he saw as a cell phone lying on the seat.
“Damnation! He’s not there.”
Jason walked around the truck. The next thing he noticed was the flat tire. Many scenarios played through Jason’s head: Chip had a blow-out and wrecked, he was hurt and in the hospital, he had crawled off hurt and was lost in the woods…
Half crazy with worry, he ran back to his truck. There was only one hospital in town, so he’d call that one first, then… a smell drifted to him on the breeze.
The Other, Jason! The other was here! By the Great Spirit, he has Chip! ~To be continued.Until next week y’all. Remember to drop by the other Bloggers!
Nephylim m/m
Michael Mandrake m/m
Elyzabeth VaLey m/f
Tali m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m
Lily Sawyer m/m

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Tuesday and Tattoos

Hope everyone is having a great work week! I'll see y'all tomorrow... Jason and his courgar take over the chapter out lol.
~M

The Harvest-The Foursome

Colt just laughed as we walked back into the house. I spent the next hour learning some of the easier moves from the technique he used. Then we started sparing. I hated to admit it, but I let myself go. With all the things that happened, I hadn’t taken the time to work out or even do my daily katas. Colt had me on my ass within seconds. Swear to God, for the first ten minutes I spent eight of those on the mat, watching Colt smirk down at me. 
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I haven’t been practicing. Shut up.” 
“I can tell,” Colt said as he threw me to the ground yet again.  
I took me another thirty minutes before I was able to hold my own with him, and even then I knew he was going easy on me. That damn leg sweep caught me and once again I was flat on my back staring up at him.  
“I give, I give,” I gasped, lying limply on the mat. Colt stood over me with his hands on his hips.  
“Next time you’re here I expect a better showin’. You’re much better than this, Precioso.” 
“Jesus. But you’re right, I’ve let things go too long.” 
Colt held his hand out to me, and pulled me off the floor. 
“Why don’t we get cleaned up? You can use the shower in the playroom. I’ll meetcha in the eatin’ area shortly,” Colt said. 
“You don’t want to take a shower with me?” 
“I’d love to shower wittcha, but we only play when we’re all together. This way there’s no jealously.” 
“That’s probably a good idea,” I said. 
“Take a good hot one, too. I don’t want you sore tonight.” Colt winked at me and walked back to his bedroom.  
Deciding to follow his suggestion I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. So far I felt pretty good, nothing was too sore or hurting. Without a doubt Colt was very gentle with me. I stood under the water letting it sooth my tired muscles until I started to prune up. My stomach growled, prompting me to hurry.  
He had something already thrown together for us to eat, and Ti and Keyno buzzed while I was showering. They were on their way home with fresh meat. In the backyard there was an open fire pit that they cooked the meat over while Colt and I fixed other things to go with the meal. Colt had Ti build an eating area by the pit so we ate out there.  
Evening settled across the land and I was surprised how cool this part of the planet got at night. I made a passing comment about how good S’mores would be and the next thing I knew Colt and I were in the kitchen reduplicating all the needed ingredients. 
“Has Ti ever had these?”  
“Naw. I haven’t either.” 
“Are you kidding me? You’ve never had S’mores? Man, you’re gonna love them. Keyno is nuts about them.” 
“I had other things to worry about when I was growing up.” 
I could have kicked myself over that one. “Yeah, I imagine you did. Sorry about that, Colt.” 
Colt looked at me and shrugged. “Not a problem. My life was different from yours.” 
“I figured, but now you have a different kind of life. A better life.” 
“Yah, much better.” Colt kissed my cheek. “And if you laugh at me while we make these I’ll whip your ass.” 
“Hmm, that’s the second person who’s threatened to spank me.” 
“Now you know what to look forward to tonight,” Colt laughed as we took the stuff outside. 
The next few hours were spent around the fire making S’mores. The twin moons were out and shining down on us. I couldn’t help it; I ended up laughing hysterically at Ti having marshmallows smeared over his lips when he suddenly kissed me. The atmosphere changed from fun to sexual tension in a heartbeat. 
“I think it’s time to take this inside,” Ti said as he ran his thumb over my lips. 
“‘Bout time,” Colt said, snatching things up left and right. 
“Remember, mate, that you said that… later,” Ti said. 
I knew then things were going to be different this time. I shivered in the cool night air. Keyno leaned into me and sniffed, his soft purrs gaining in volume.  
“Excited much?” he asked. 
“This time is going to be more intense, isn’t it?” I asked. 
“Oh yes. I’m going to push your boundaries some this time. We are all.” 
“Oh man.” 
Colt and I finished cleaning while Ti and Keyno went to the playroom. I followed Colt down to where our mates were waiting. The room was softly lit, and the sheets on the bed had been changed. From the ceiling hung two chains close together with arm spreader bars attached at the bottom. Ti stripped Colt while Keyno did the same to me.  
Pulling my hands over my head Keyno cuffed me to the bar. I watched as Ti did the same to Colt. Then our mates turned Colt and me to where we were facing each other. My dick rose immediately as I looked at Colt tied helplessly. Ti and Keyno both knelt at our feet and attached a spreader bar and hooked it to the floor. Colt and I were so close together that our dicks rubbed against each other.  
Colt dropped his head back and took slow deep breaths. That was enough to get me panting. If Colt was trying to regulate his breathing I was in deep serious shit. Ti went to a shelf and removed a box. He dumped what looked like a gelatinous substance into his hand. It was round, clear, and whatever it was retained its shape. 
“What in the devil is that?” 
“Awesome… it’s the most awesome thing you’ve ever had done to you,” Colt said softly. 
Then whatever it was moved.  
“Oh fuck me, is that thing alive?” I squeaked. “Ah, ah… oh damn, I’m not too sure about this, guys.” 
“You’ll love it, trust me,” Colt said faintly 
Okay, by now Colt was freaking me out worse than whatever Ti was holding in his hand. 
“No, it’s not alive. It’s a sex toy but it’s controlled by remote.” Ti strapped a wristband on his arm. “There are micro sensors in the gel-like substance. They monitored your heart rate. This way I can tell when either one of you is getting close to coming… and stop it if I wish.” 
“Gods, I’ve heard of this. It’s called Sinpurmax,” Keyno said as he bent behind me. Lube was smeared around my hole and his finger slipped inside. I wiggled against his finger as he stretched me. “Damn near impossible to find now.” 
Ti held both Colt’s dick and mine together and placed the substance on us. He tapped a button on his wrist and it came to life. It enveloped our dicks, pulling them even closer together. 
“It secretes lube so don’t worry when it starts.” He barely got finished when I felt it. The lube was slightly warm.  
Okay, I thought, I can handle this. 
Then a part of it separated and wound around both our sacks. It tightened up around my nuts, but not too tight. I watched as another tentacle worked its way behind Colt. I stiffened as the same thing was done to me.  
I knew where the damn thing was heading and was grateful Keyno had fingered me earlier. Colt jerked in his restraints as it entered his ass. He hadn’t been lubed. A little prodding and it sunk deep inside my ass. It was very thick, but then it swelled until it filled me up. Now I was jerking against the chains. 
“Is it against your prostate?” Ti asked. 
“Ah… mmm, yes.” 
“I programmed it to our size but it can go much larger, too. Isn’t that right, Colt?” 
“Yah, yah, much bigger,” Colt replied breathlessly.

Priceless Contest

Money may be able to buy a lot of things—except true love. And true love is…


Priceless
Hey y’all! Priceless will be released by Dreamspinner on July 25th and I’m running a contest! The rules for the contest are simple:

~Join my blog. If you’re already a member please let me know.

~Leave a comment. ~Leave me an email address. I must have this so I can send you the ebook! I’ll announce the winner late Tuesday evening and send the book as soon as I get my copies! :)



Blurb:Sparks ignite when Cupid takes aim at two mortals in Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an average guy on a company vacation, looks into Garrett’s eyes at a craps table and time stands still. Throwing aside everything he believes, Randy engages in a torrid two-night affair with Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s fallen in love.
Cynical billionaire Garrett Shiffler has everything money can buy, and most of his dates can’t see past the dollar signs. Life has taught him that innocence and love are figments of the imagination. But when Randy disappears, taking with him feelings Garrett thought he’d never know, Garrett wages the most important battle of his life to win Randy's love—but this time he fights with his heart, not his bank account.
Meanwhile, Cupid wonders what happened. His golden arrows never fail unless the Fates interfere. If Garrett wants to win Randy back, he’s going to have to do it on his own, because the Fates have other plans for Cupid.
Excerpt:They stepped closer and Randy’s body was as tense as a drawn bow. What would a suave, sophisticated guy do in this situation? Suave, right. Randy just hoped he didn’t make an idiot out of himself.
Randy’s breathing increased as he chewed his lip. His heart sped up as Garrett leaned into him. Would the kiss be hard and brutal, his mouth claimed by an onslaught of passion that would leave him breathless and bruised? He moaned in surprise as Garrett’s mouth sweetly moved on his.
From one heartbeat to the next, pleasure exploded in Randy’s mind. He hadn’t expected such gentleness. Throwing caution to the wind, he grasped Garrett’s hips and pulled him closer. Garrett’s tongue explored his mouth, that sinful goatee tickling his chin. When Garrett nudged his head to the side and nibbled a path down Randy’s neck, he willingly bared his throat. And moaned again when Garrett sucked hard on the tender skin near his collarbone.
Randy, squirming from the sensations, rubbed his leg up and down Garrett’s thigh. One of Garrett’s hands drifted down and lifted Randy’s leg higher, palming his ass as he kneaded the firm flesh. The electricity that jumped between them had Randy shaking.
“Garrett,” Randy gasped as Garrett found a particularly good spot, “there’s gotta be cameras in here.”
Garrett held Randy tightly for a moment, their bodies crushed together, before he released him and moved away. He mumbled under his breath about how could Randy think, much less clearly, at that moment. Randy leaned against the elevator wall, eyes closed, and tried to bring his rampaging body under control. The elevator dinged and lurched to a stop, causing Randy to stumble into Garrett.
He slid his arm around Randy to steady him and didn’t let go when the doors parted. Garrett pulled Randy toward his suite, throwing the door open. Once inside he slammed the door shut, spun Randy around, and trapped him against the back of the door. He slammed his mouth over Randy’s, picking up where he left off in the elevator until Randy was gasping for air.
“Let me be very clear,” Garrett panted into his mouth. “I want you in my bed. I want you desperate, wild, and begging.”
“I’m to the desperate phase now.” Randy trembled, trapped between him and the door. “Wild is right around the corner, and begging isn’t far behind.”
Garrett’s thumb traced over Randy’s swollen bottom lip. “That’s what I like about you, Randy, you speak your mind and don’t play games. I can’t tell you what a turn on that is for me.”
“I don’t have the first clue how to play games like you’re talking about, nor do I want to.”
“And thank God for it.” That jaded little devil on Garrett’s shoulder rolled his eyes. This guy either was very good, or very innocent. “Now, let me show you my bedroom. I can’t wait much longer to have you in my bed.”
Garrett ushered him through the living area, not giving him time to admire the softly lit main area. He opened a door to a large room that held a beautifully made bed with a sinfully black silk bedspread. The room was done in dark woods and masculine tones with paintings and photography from some extremely well-known artists. It shrieked authority, money, and power. The curtains were open, letting in the light from the city.
Garrett stepped behind Randy and turned him toward the mirrored closet. Garrett unbuttoned his shirt, parted the fabric, and placed his hands on Randy’s stomach. Taking his time, he ran his hands up Randy’s chest, dragging the pleasure out until he reached those perky nipples that begged for attention. Garrett flicked both hard peaks, making Randy arch in his arms. Then he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger as they both watched their reflection.
“So very hot,” Garrett whispered in Randy’s ear as his fingers teased the nubs until Randy moaned.
Randy reached behind him and wrapped his arm around Garrett’s neck, dragging him closer. That bulge that pressed against Randy’s ass was huge and had his imagination sitting up, tail thumping. It had been a long time since a lover affected him this way. Randy leaned his head back against Garrett’s shoulder and watched, heavy-eyed, as Garrett’s hands drifted down and undid his belt.Visit me at: Twitter @nomoretears00Facebook: M.A. Church http://www.facebook.com/pages/MA-Chur...Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5141393.M_A_ChurchDSP author page: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_650

Interview with Kaytlyn Williams

Hey y'all! Today I have Kaytlyn Williams visiting with me. She's answering some question and telling us about her latest release! So come on in, grab a pretty drink-the blue one is mine lol-and kick back!

Okay, all the drinks are pretty cool looking lol! Now on to the good stuff...



~ What was your favorite character to write, and why?In Hero, Oliver was my favorite character to write because I feel like he evolves the most. He sort of comes to his own and that was a lot of fun for me to write.



~ You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?  I kind of have to pick my husband. I’m pretty sure it’s in the fine print of the marriage license. And as for the item, satellite phone. Duh. So we can call to be rescued!


~Take one of your stories and tell us what you would change about it if you would do it over again.Easy, I’ve already done it. The first story I ever posted on Literotica. I wish it would die. I had it deleted from the site, but my worst nightmare is it popping up again somewhere. I want to kill it with fire.



~ When do you do your best writing… morning, afternoon, evening, night?Definitely at night because the house is quiet and the puppy is asleep in my lap. I don’t function in the morning.






~ Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?I am a horrible person who doesn’t really watch horror movies so I can’t answer that.




~Is there anything you’d like to tell? Maybe something in the works, or already out, you would like to promote?  Feel free!I’d like to encourage everyone to check out my Naughty Fairy Tale through Evernight. It’s not my usual M/M, but I feel like it’s a lot of fun. Seven drag queens. What could possibly beat that?


~ What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?I got called a bitch once on Literotica because I posted a chapter without sex in it. I had to just laugh it off, but I have to say I was shocked because that’s the first time I’ve ever been called a name like that over writing. (Had to chime in here lol. I met Kaytlyn at Lit a while back. I know where she's coming from... I got told I had 'balls down to my knees' for something I posted there LOL. That's still my fav comment!)But I have to say the best compliment came anonymously. Someone told me that every LGBT youth should read one of my stories. I just about cried at that one. That’s how I know I’m doing well. It’s not about money or how many books I can churn out or who knows my name. It’s really about making people feel something.


And now on to the hot cover she has lol!!
Blurb:

Aaron is a soldier preparing to deploy for the first time. During the process, he meets Oliver. There is an instant connection. The entire time that Aaron is overseas, the two continue to think of each other and wonder what could have been. Upon Aaron’s return, fate brings the two together again. Lust ignites a beautiful love.  However, in the Army change is bound to happen and relationships are put to the test. Hero follows the story of a brave couple facing the challenges of a military relationship.
Excerpt:

“Do I get a chance for a second date?” Aaron asked.
Oliver gripped the handle of the driver’s side door of his silver Prius. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Oliver became suddenly aware of how close Aaron was to him. The tall soldier put his hand on Oliver’s hip. “I’m glad,” he said. His voice, eyes, his whole demeanor was seductive.
Oliver didn’t feel like he could breathe. He could feel the heat coming from the man. He wanted Aaron to kiss him. “You…you could kiss me,” he whispered, surprising himself.Aaron smiled and gently caressed Oliver’s cheek. Oliver felt himself getting lightheaded as those full lips approached his. When they kissed, Oliver’s knees went weak. His lips parted and Aaron’s tongue gently probed into his mouth. Being in Aaron’s arms was everything Oliver had imagined it would be. He was sure that if Aaron asked, he would do anything the soldier wanted right there in the parking lot.Aaron pulled away from the kiss and Oliver followed, stumbling forward into Aaron’s arms. Oliver could feel himself blushing. He finally regained the ability to stand on his own and stumbled back against his car door.“You’re damn cute,” Aaron said. He kissed Oliver’s forehead. “Can I get your number?”Oliver rattled off the digits, still feeling a bit lightheaded.Aaron smiled. “You have a good night, sweetheart.”****Aaron kept the mental image of Oliver after their first kiss in his mind as he settled down to sleep. For the first time since returning home, he slept with no nightmares.He felt invigorated the next morning and got in an excellent work out. He was feeling so good that he called his mother. He knew she’d been worrying about him after the week he’d spent visiting on leave. He hoped that she felt better after their conversation. Aaron didn’t want his mother to worry. He didn’t mention Oliver to her yet, feeling it was too soon for that. When he hung up the phone, he was confident that his mom would be reassured.

Aaron took advantage of his good mood and started to run errands. He got his hair cut and went grocery shopping for the first time since getting back. He watched the clock. He didn’t want to call Oliver while the young man was at work and he also didn’t want to appear desperate. He decided that sometime in the evening would be best. It was hard not to stare at his watch as the minutes ticked by. Aaron was anxious to set up another date. His mind was glued on the little moments from the night before, like how his skin tingled when their fingers brushed over the chips and salsa and how Oliver had blushed at that every time, even when it became clear Aaron was doing it on purpose. There was something in Oliver’s eyes and the way he smiled that made Aaron feel like a human being again, instead of just some pawn in a war that was bigger than him.

****
Oliver spent the entire day wondering if Aaron would actually call. After getting off work, he turned the ringer on his cell phone all the way up, just so he wouldn’t miss the call. Around six, he got a little nervous. He felt a bit foolish, waiting for the call like he was. Aaron hadn’t specified that he would be calling today. Oliver knew he shouldn’t get all worked up.
He couldn’t figure out what it was Aaron saw in him. The man was undeniably gorgeous and yet had ignored the advances of the man at the next table to the point that Oliver wondered if Aaron had noticed it at all. Aaron had a way of making Oliver feel comfortable, which was no easy task. Then, there was that wonderful kiss that had absolutely swept Oliver away. He had to admit, he’d had his head in the clouds ever since, but it was time to come down. Oliver didn’t think the call would be coming.
Just when he was about to give up, his phone rang.



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http://www.amazon.com/Hero-ebook/dp/B008CMA5OO/ref=pd_rhf_pe_p_t_1
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Happy Wednesday, y’all! Time for another episode of Wedne...

Happy Wednesday, y’all! Time for another episode of Wednesday Briefs! Just want to let you guys know I'm close to the half way mark on this and will probably pull it in the next few weeks, finish it out, and send it off.

This week's prompt is: “Tough road to hoe...”
or the alternate prompts are: use: wood, fireplace, smoke
or “What do/did you think about this?”
or use: rope, a desk, window
or include a gravel road in your story.


I’m using: rope, a desk, window


Shadows in the Night Ch 15
Chip raised his hand to his lips. “Jesus.”
“Tonight, Chip.” Jason turned and walked out the door.
* * * *
Chip watched the front door close, his mind racing in different directions. Dropping his head in his hands, he whimpered softly. Overwhelmed didn’t begin to cover what he felt. How the hell had he lost control of his life like this?
“Oh my God, what am I going to do?”
Never mind that his granny had basically arranged his whole life—and frankly he was more than a little pissed about that—but now he had this man-cougar… creature… shifter—Jesus God, what the hell did you call someone that wasn’t human—telling him he was going to get fucked tonight. But not only that, this was some sort of ritual that would bind them together as mates. Period and end of discussion. Talk about feeling like the sacrificial lamb.
His thoughts turned inward—he remembered how he responded to Jason the one time they had been together. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and that was overwhelming, too. He had craved Jason on such a deep level. A shiver ran over his body and he looked up. He had to get out of there for a little while—the damn living area was closing in on him. The need to get outdoors had his feet moving. He wanted the wide open spaces of nature to think.
“Yeah, right… think.”
What was there to think about? His choices? There weren’t a lot of choices in the matter, Jason had made that clear. Besides, he was dead broke, and if he ran…
“The son of a bitch would almost certainly find me no matter where I went. I’d probably walk in one evening and find him sitting on my couch.” Chip grabbed his keys and phone off the desk on the way out. He’d take a drive, maybe that would help clear his head. “And God, I don’t want to think about what kind of mood he’d be in either. Besides, I told him I wouldn’t run.”
Chip backed out of the drive and headed out, no destination in mind. With the truck window rolled down and a warm breeze blowing his hair, he finally relaxed. Ten minutes into the drive, his cell rang. As sorely tempted as he was not to look to see who was calling, he did.
“Now what the hell could my realtor want?” Chip frowned as he unlocked the cell. “Hello?”
“Ah, Mr. Sawyer, good to hear your voice. I was wondering if I could drop by your place shortly—”
Chip rolled his eyes. That still hadn’t changed apparently. “Well, as it happens, I’m not at home—”
“Where are you?”
Somewhat taken aback by the forceful tone, Chip answered automatically. “Just driving around. I’m near the old Storm Creek Trucking headquarters right now—the one they closed.”
“Okay, that’ll work.”
“Excuse me?”
“Um, sorry. What I meant was if you’re not busy could you stop by Junior’s Café?”
“For what?”
“I was looking over your property lines, and I found something very interesting. How about you meet me in fifteen minutes. Are you close enough to town to do that?”
“I guess, but—”
“Great, I’ll see you then.”
The phone went dead, and Chip tossed it on the seat next to him. “Great, just great. Like I don’t have enough to deal with, and now this jackass wants to meet. I swear, I don’t know what it is about that dude, but he creeps me out—has from the first time I met him.”
Chip drove toward the city limits, taking his time. This area was on the older side of town and pretty desolate. The sudden growth spurt had missed this part and the woods were slowly retaking the land. There was little traffic, no pedestrians, and hardly any business, which was why Chip was over here. The isolation appealed to him.
So when a huge black SUV with blacked-out windows came barreling up behind him, Chip noticed. He really noticed when the SUV rear-ended him, sending his truck spinning into a deep overgrown ditch.
“Fuck!” Chip fought the wheel as he came to rest at an awkward angle in the ditch. Furious, he slammed out of his truck and stalked up the bank to where the SUV was parked. “Probably a damn kid in his dad’s truck. I won’t lose my temper, I won’t lose my temper... ”
The driver didn’t bother to get out and for the first time a chill ran over Chip. “What the hell? Hey! Come on out of here, man. Shit, you ran my ass off the road and into a ditch. The least you could do is open the damn door and—”
The door flew open. Shocked, Chip stood there speechless.
“I can’t tell you have perfectly this worked out, Mr. Sawyer.”
“You? Whatthe fuck is going—” Chip’s head snapped back from the force of the fist to his jaw.
* * * *
“Yes, worked out just perfectly,” the other said as Chip’s unconscious body crumpled to the ground. Quickly, he loaded Chip into the back of his SUV. He gagged Chip, and bound his hands behind him with rope. He moved Chip’s shirt collar to the side, checking for any signs of a mating mark. “Ah, Jason, you haven’t finished the ritual, have you? That was a mistake.”
He ran his hand through Chip’s hair, his body stirring. “This time there won’t be anyone to save you, Chip, like at the pond. By the time Jason figures out you’re gone, I’ll have you hidden safely away.”
~To be continued.
Until next week y’all. Remember to drop by the other Bloggers!~M

Nephylim m/m
Victoria Blisse m/f
Sara York m/m
Tali m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Tuesday and Tattoos

    
Welcome to another day of sexy men and ink lol! It's only Tuesday, but the work week is counting down. Here's a little something to make it go faster for y'all! ;)











Okay yes, nothing hotter than a hottie on a bike. With tats. And boots! *Fans self* And oh yeah, gloves!






 WEll damn. o.0









I can't decide if he's laying on a bed or up against a wall. *Laugh* and I guess it really doesn't matter!







Okay, back to another bike lol. I've had this a while, but it's still a fav of mine. Hope everyone has a good week! See y'all tomorrow for an update on Chip and Jason. :)

~M