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TGI Friday

Hey guys! Romance First is spotlighting Nighttime Wishes on their site.  Hehe, I've never been the focus before. *Smooths hair, applies lipstick*  Okay, I'm all prettied up, lol. Stop by, check it out, and maybe leave a comment. ;)  I got all gussied up, after all.
*wink*
On to the next order of business... THE WEEKEND! Ready ya ready??? WHOOT!!!
Is it me, or did this week fly by? Okay, it may just be me, lol. But I swear, it was just Monday! Hope everyone had a good work week. :) Now brush it off, kick back, and have some sexy guy time. LOL.
~M

Interview with Julie Lynn Hayes

Hey everyone! Today I have Julie Lynn Hayes with me. I've pinned her down and poured a few drinks her, lol! Should be fun *wink, wink.* Pull up a chair, pick out a drink, and join us!  I met Julie several months ago when Romace First signed me. 
After several conversation, and EIC edits, a friendship evoled. She was a godsend, let me tell you. I had questions, and she had answers! But not only that, she opened doors and introduced me to some wonderful authors in our genre. :)          Today I'm highlighting Growing Pains, a book she co-authored in the Southern Comfort Series. This is book #2.                      

Excerpt:  The swimming hole was almost barren at this time of day—the interval between school and dinner. Mark and Todd wasted very little time in stripping to their underwear and diving into the cool water. Mark soaked up the sunlight for a moment before heading toward the shadows. Todd followed. ”I bet this beats waiting for your ride?” Mark was trying not to think about Blake or what he might think when he came out of band practice and Mark was nowhere in sight. He tried to push away the twinge of guilt that said he could’ve left a note. Or just found a way to let him know. What would he have done anyway, caused a scene in front of everyone? Not Blake. Not very likely. Todd chortled. “Who were you riding with?” “Um… Blake.” ”Should have known that.” Todd started swimming away, leaving a startled Mark. He stared after him for ten seconds before he followed, catching him just as he stopped, treading water and shaking his head. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I just meant I know you’re staying at his place, figures he’d give you a ride. Just a shame you have to wait for him every day.” “Yeah, I know,” Mark murmured, his face reddening, not entirely because of the sun. He’d read too much into the other boy’s comment and assumed the worst. That only served to show how paranoid he was about being outed. “Hey, I’m glad you decided to come out here with me. It’s been too long since we hung out together. I’ve missed that.”
Her Links:My blog:  http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.comMy facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=527332074My Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3442231.Julie_Lynn_Hayes Her Publishers:Romance First Publishing: http://romancefirstpublishing.blogspot.com/Silver Publishing: http://silverpublishing.info/index/typefilter/book_authors/book_authors_id/88Dreamspinner Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_222
Now for some fun, lol! *Rubs hands together* I asked Julie to answer her own questions. Yes, I turned them back on her, hehe. I've answered these for her, and while fun, they can sure make you think!
The Questions
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, that one person is Gary Oldman, and the one item is… let me think… a comfortable bed.  Yeah, I’m not planning on living very long, but damn, I’ll be happy!



Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you? That would have to be Man of La Mancha, I think, because I’ve spent most of my life tilting at windmills and taking up the cudgel in defense of someone else. So  that makes me Don Quixote, I do believe.
Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:  weeds, rain, lawnmower     Richard Harris may have left his cake out in the rain, but damned if I didn’t leave the lawn mower. I know, stupid thing to do. Cheap lawn mower—stupid rain. Guess it wasn’t quite the value I thought it was when I plunked down a whole $25 for it at Cousin Jed’s Bargain Barn, huh? Now I’m left standing in weeks up to my ass, and people with metal detectors keep coming come by, like they think they’re gonna find something valuable there. Where’s Jeff Foxworthy when you need him? I think I might be a redneck!
You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why? Wow, what a loaded question! Who to do, who to do, who to do. There are so many wonderful heroes out there, from the angsty Heathcliff to Mr. Rochester, to any of Sherrilyn Kenyon’s hot men. Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot.  But I’ll start with a true Southern gentleman who always knew how to treat a lady, and appreciated her for she is, not who society wants her to. I’ve read the book 17 times, there has to be a reason, so I’m choosing Rhett Butler, from Gone With the Wind.
What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other? Sad but true, I don’t have one, I’m separated from my husband and not dating. But just pretending, I’d probably be the sort that likes to cook a good meal and then cuddles up to watch some TV or a movie. In reality, I am at my computer all the time, writing and editing lol.
When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?Usually character. In my experience, plot follows along once you begin to think about your character, although sometimes they come hand in hand. One of my current WIPS, When Will I See You Again is one such mixture, but I won’t comment on the plot since that would be a spoiler. Sometimes inspiration comes from a prompt, such as those from the Wednesday Briefs, or Silver Shorts, and then it’s usually character driven as he begins to speak in my ear and I scramble to get it down before I lose it  lol.
If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?Wow, I’m torn between Nicole Kidman and Barry Humphries (Dame Edna).   I really don’t know, but my husband used to say I looked like Juice Newton, so maybe her. Or Jan Smithers – she played Bailey in WKRP in Cincinnati.  Glenda Jackson – there’s another thought.  I know – Julianne Moore! Yes, that’s it. I choose Julianne Moore. She’s a great actress and she was a wonderful Clarice in Hannibal.
Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?Wow, that’s a hard on, I do love me some horror films. Dracula is too obvious because I don’t consider Dracula to be a horror film but a romance lol So let’s look at real horror films. Then I’d have to say John Kramer, of the Saw films. He was a man of integrity, and he had reasons for what he did, and he wasn’t the evil guy that he’s oft depicted as being. Of course, there’s Dr. Hannibal Lecter, but again I don’t see him as the villain, rather I find him the hero of his books/films, so let’s just call it a tie, okay? Both of them.
Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?Oh yes, I do, for many years now. Go to my blog and it’s no secret – Cardinal Armand Jean DuPlessis Richelieu.  After him would come Napoleon, but Cardinal Richelieu is first. I admire his intellect and his ability to handle running an entire country from behind the throne of a foolish king. That makes me tres sexy, in my book.

Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it? Yes, but I already wrote it and the world is going to receive it in February – Revelations. It’s a contemporary Biblical story that addresses the question – what if the Second Coming has already happened? And then some? I wrote it in a multiple POV, first person, but the protagonist closest to my heart, the hero of the book, is Judas Isacariot. Thanks for having me on your blog, MA!  It was a blast!Loved every minute of it Julie, lol!
A little about Julie:
Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. Currently unemployed,  she continues to write her books and stories  and reviews which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Romance First Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, and Silver Publishing.  


I hope you guys enjoyed the interview! I had fun doing it, lol. Please make sure to check out her blog and her links. :)
~M

Wednesday Briefs

Happy Wednesday, guys! Time for another episode of Wednesday Briefs! Things are moving along with Chip and Jason, lol. This week's prompt is: "You can't be serious!"
The alternate prompts are: Use: night light, messy bed, TV remote or
"Let the chips fall where they may..." or
animalistic sounds, water, bowl full of apples or
Mention a birdbath in the story.
~I’m using chips fall where they may 


Shadows in the Night Ch 10
Lost between confusion and desire, Chip struggled to grasp what had happened. Was still happening. Something he’d thought could never be real was carrying him to his bedroom. The foundation he’d built his life on had been shattered, and the proof of that was currently carrying him to his bedroom. There werecreatures that walked the Earth and Jason, with his greenish-yellow eyes and long canines, was one of them.
But even as his mind threatened to shut down, his body raged. Never, in all his years, had he experienced such pleasure. And all from a simple act. Jason had done no more than suck him off. By no means was that the first time someone had given him head, but his body acted like it had been. Even now his cock twitched, perking up once again.
“I-I…”
“Shhh,” Jason kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and dropped Chip on the bed. “I won’t hurt you.”
“But—”
Chip bounced, his body falling back on the bed. Seconds later Jason followed him down, covering his naked body. A hungry mouth enveloped his, and rational thought packed up and left the building. Their legs entwined, Chip’s hands roamed over Jason’s naked back.
Sensations of rough denim rubbing against his dick and a busy tongue left no question of who was in charge. Long silken hair caressed his upper body as firm lips nibbled their way down his neck. A sharp nip at his throat, then a scratchy tongue smoothed way the small hurt. He sank his hands into all that luxurious hair as Jason moved down his chest.
“Ah, ah—Jason. Please….”
Jason raised his head, his eyes shining with power and mysteries. “Please what? Tell me what you want.”
“I want-I want…. Dammit, suck’em!”
Jason grinned, his canines flashing. “Gladly.”
Jason moved, his body sliding down, brushing warm skin against skin. A hot, wet mouth settled over a nipple, the gentle suction had the nub hardening. Little darts of pleasure raced through his body, making a beeline to his dick as Jason plucked at the other neglected nub. Chip’s eyes drifted closed, sensations coming at him from all angles. His head kicked back on the pillows, his throat exposed.
“Oh-oh yes, oh yes….” His dick lay trapped against his stomach, trails of his desire streaking across his belly.
Abruptly Jason’s weight was gone. Chip’s eyes snapped as coolness rushed to replace heat—he missed the heavy, comforting weight against him. A small whine escaped as he reached for Jason.
“Easy there, I’m not going anywhere.” Jason smiled down at his mate. Chip’s need shone clearly in his eyes. Jason stood and undid his buttons. The tight-fitting jeans slipped down over slim hips and pooled on the floor. A hard, heavy cock with full balls nestled in short black curls.
Chip’s eyes devoured the maleness in front of him. He wanted this man… cougar… creature. Whatever. He would let the chips fall where they may…
“You are mine, Chip. Mine! Never forget that. Now I’m going to take what’s mine and claim you.”
Jason pulled Chip to his hands and knees, his ass up in the air. Chip grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it. How did Jason know this was his favorite position? His body trembled as Jason moved behind him, his hands caressing Chip’s quivering flanks. His hands clutched the pillow as a finger trailed between his cheeks.
“Tell me you have lube.”
“Table next to the bed. Condom’s there too.”
Jason patted Chip’s ass. “There will be no barriers between us.”
“That’s-that’s not safe.” Chip lowered his ass. He fully intended to stop things now, no matter how badly he wanted Jason.
Jason’s hand gripped Chip’s hips. “I can’t catch human diseases, and you’re clean. If you weren’t, I’d smell any disease’s you had. It’s safe, Chip.”
A were-cougar wouldn’t lie just to get laid… would he? Chip heard the top of the lube open and soon a slick finger teased his hole, rubbing against his opening, getting his channel ready. The tip of a finger entered him, then pulled out, only to return. Each time, Jason’s finger went in farther.
“Such heat and tightness.”
Chip hips pushed back as Jason twisted that one finger in slowly, working it in and out. Chip dropped his head onto the bed, and spread his legs open. His breathing rasped. Sweat bloomed over his body. Once the tightness eased, Jason’s other hand held him open and another finger worked its way in, teasing his hole wider.
“Ah, ah… burns some.”
He jumped at the sudden kiss of coolness when Jason added more lube, making his finger slicker. Now the fingers thrusting in his ass brought only pleasure. Moaning steadily, he pushed back, wanting more.
“Can you take another?”
“Mmm, shit.” Chip nodded. “Yeah, think so. Just, ah, be careful…. I can’t usually take…. ”
Three fingers entered him, curled around, and brushed against that bundle of nerves that made pleasure erupt.
“Oh my fucking God, yes! Right there!” Chip yelped. He turned his head to look back at Jason. “Ah, gawd!”
Jason ruthlessly attacked Chip’s hot spot until he was begging for more and Chip’s cock had drenched the bed in precome. The fingers disappeared and something much larger nudged his hole. The smell of wood burning and soft chanting filled the bedroom.
“Mine!”
“Yes! Yours!”
Jason slammed home, wrenching a scream of pleasurable pain from Chip. Moving fast, Jason pushed him toward orgasm. Pleasure exploded and spread through his body as the burn of penetration receded. Jason’s hands gripped his hips as lights flashed before Chip’s eyes. Pressure built and with a shout, Chip came. His orgasm tackled him as his seed poured forth, stealing his breath. Darkness edged his vision as everything went black and he passed out.~To be continued.Until next week y’all. Remember to drop by the other Bloggers!~M


Nephylim m/m
MA Church m/m
Tali m/m
Sara York m/m
MC Houle m/m
Michael Mandrake m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Tuesday and Tatoos

At one time I debated getting a tat. But with the job I had, and my fear of needles, I chickened out, lol. I wanted to get something small on like my ankle. Problem was when the weather warmed up, and I started wearing shorter pants to work, I'd had to cover it with a band-aid. School policy and all that.

But I've always found tat's sexy and enjoy looking at them. Especially on men. LOL, what can I say? I like'em. ;)

So, on to today's men with sexy tat's...







Hope everyone enjoyed them! Have to say that last one is sweet. Check out what's in the background! Y'all see it? It looks like.... Well, I'll let y'all tell me what that looks like.
*Plot bunny bounces at my feet*
Dammit, if I only had the time!!!
See you guys tomorrow for another chapter of Shadows. Things are heating up with my boys. ;)
~M

The Harvest-The Foursome

“I-I-I… yes. Yeah, I’m ready... Colt.” 
“Eso es bueno.”  Colt dipped his thumb in the glass next to him and rubbed the liquid across my bottom lip. “That’s good. I’m glad.”  The other hand that was still buried in my hair tugged gently, pulling me closer. His lips whispered across mine, a light touch that tickled. Then his tongue snaked out and traced my lips, tasting the tartness of the liquid. Sharp little tingles raced through my body.  Shivering in his arms my cock hardened from the light touch and chill bumps spread over my body. I moaned slightly, trying to get closer, get more. This wasn’t what I expected. Now that I made up my mind to do this, I wanted him to, by God, do it. I didn’t want these little teasing nibbles, I wanted heat. “Mmm,” Colt hummed low in his throat as I opened my lips.  “Colt,” I groaned into his mouth, “kiss me, damn it.” The sexy smirk that slid across his face made me wonder what I just goaded him into. Before I could question my actions Colt’s tongue forced its way inside my mouth. The tartness of the liquor he had been drinking and the special taste that was all Colt exploded on my tongue and I moaned into his mouth. His tongue dueled with mine until, with a breathy sigh, I submitted and let Colt explore. One of his hands slid under my hair, cradling my head. His other hand rested on my hip. My arms wrapped loosely around Colt’s waist, feeling the hard muscles. He raised his head for a second, and stared into my eyes. I panted with desire and need.“Please…” I begged softly.He growled softly, crowding his body into mine. I pressed against him clutching fistfuls of his vest, pulling him even closer. I wanted to feel the heat that his Colt. Feeling my submission and need, he made a pleased sound in the back of his throat. And the gentleness vanished. Forcefully he held me still by my head—his fingers threaded through my hair—and slammed his mouth down on mine. He took over completely.Here was the heat, the aggression I expected and needed. When I rubbed frantically against him, he suddenly turned me around so that my back was against the stone bar. I was trapped by Colt’s body in front of me, the unyielding stone at my back, and my own desire. Through the roaring in my head I heard Keyno whispering, “Lift your arms up a bit chosen, up higher on his back.”I did as I was told, placing my hands on Colt’s shoulders and pulling him closer so that we stood plastered against each other, chest to chest and groin to groin. My hands fluttered on Colt’s back, seeking some place to hold onto, then sank into all his thick, black, sexy hair. I desperately sought the tie that held it under control. I wanted it loose and flowing around us, enveloping us in all that sinful blackness. Finally I found the tie and undid Colt’s hair, moaning again as I ran my hands through that soft silkiness. Again I heard Keyno voice but this time he spoke to Colt. “He likes for you to inhale while kissing. Suck the air out of his lungs, Colt, and don’t stop until you’re told.”Colt nudged my legs farther apart, then leaned into me, our hard dicks rubbing against each other. Slowly he ground into me. Hips rotating, he rubbed our erections together until I thought the pressure would force me over the edge. Then… Colt started to inhale. Passion exploded through my body. I whimpered as lights flashed behind my closed eyes. I thrust against Colt, my hands clutching his hair. Lost in the sensation my mind barely registered the sound of something whistling through the air. WackColt jerked against me and sucked in air harder making me go lightheaded. Again I heard the sound of something cutting through the air…. Oh dear God, one of them was paddling Colt while he kissed me. Opening my eyes, I watched as Keyno pulled his arm back and swung the paddle again. “Stop, now,” Keyno demanded and hit Colt with the paddle. Colt stopped, and released my lips. “Aw yah, pussycat—harder.”Colt moaned loudly as the paddle landed on his ass several times in quick secession. Lowering his head, he stared at me, desire and pain shining brightly in his eyes. I stared back, amazed that his dick felt harder against me. Wildness flickered in his eyes, then he bent toward me and shoved the collar of my shirt out of the way. He bit me right where my neck met my shoulder. I yelled, my head thrown back. Colt sucking frantically as Keyno spanked him, each blow more punishing than the last. “Ah… already… close….” I whispered as Colt writhed erotically against me.“Release him, now, Colt.” Ti’s voice was low and controlled. I knew that tone. Ti used it when he disciplined Colt for throwing his match on Onfre.“Aw fuck, papi.” Colt strained against me for a moment, fighting for control, then stepped back. Panting, his eyes burning, the promise in them was clear. I knew what he would rather be doing and would be doing before it was all said and done. I would be under his control and at his mercy.Keyno smiled as I grasped the bar, trying to hold myself up. I was panting just as hard as Colt and unsure if I had his control. Keyno glanced at Ti. “Nice, huh?”“Very much so,” Ti answered. “I think it would be best to move things to the playroom, though.”“Playroom?” I gasped, struggling to breathe. That one word had me panting for an entirely different reason.Keyno stepped up to me, ran his hand over my hair, and kissed me lightly. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”“I ain’t gonna hurt you, unless you want me to,” Colt said as Ti joined him. “Even then, not too much. Just little bits of pain, but mostly pleasure. I like the pain, but you… not so much. We know that.”“Okay.” I was relieved I could speak without sounding like I was in the middle of an asthma attack. “God, I hope it isn’t too far, my damn legs are shaking.”Keyno laughed and picked me up. “Lead on, Ti.”Keyno followed Ti and Colt down another passageway. We were deep underground by the cool temperature. The thought crossed my mind no one would ever hear me screaming this far underground, and I shivered.“You okay, love?”“Oh yeah, still just a little nervous.”“I know—I can smell it. Dale, a little bit of fear can add an edge, but if you need to slow down or even stop....”Ti turned as we entered the playroom. “I was thinking the same. Colt doesn’t have a safe word, but Dale should have one since he’s new to this, and still a bit unsure.”“Agreed,” Keyno said. “Dale, if you need things to slow down say, ‘yellow’ and if you need to stop say, ‘red.’ Everything stops if we hear that. Do you understand?”“Yes, and thanks. That makes me feel better.”“We want this to be good for you,” Ti said. “So we will do whatever you need to feel safe.”The room Ti stepped into was like the one in his home on Onfre. Bondage furniture was carefully arranged to best effect. The walls were lined with cuffs, masks, whips, and other things, but my focus went to one item in particular—a swing in one corner of the room. I knew before the three days were done I would be in that damn swing. Keyno followed my eyes and grinned. “You’ll love it, I promise you.”“Lord have mercy,” I said softly.TBC...

TGI Friday

Hey guys! Friday's here, yayayya! Another work week nearly over and done; let's get a start on the weekend. It's been really nice down here lately. I hope everyone is enjoying some nice weather where you're at too. *Laugh* I know it's not going to last, escecially down here in the south.

Time for this weeks sexy parade of men, lol! I'm in the mood of for a mix of naughty and nice. ;) Are y'all??? Enjoy, hehe.

I'll see y'all bright and early Monday with another part of The Harvest Foursome. I'm hoping I have some free time so I can add to what's already written.

~M

Happy Wednesday, guys! Time for another episode of Wednes...

Happy Wednesday, guys! Time for another episode of Wednesday Briefs! This week's prompt is: "Is that what you think of me?" 
The alternate prompts are: Use: thyme, energy, railroad or 
"You have trust issues, mister!" or 
blue, turkey, field  
Mention any constellation in your story 
~I’m using blue, turkey, field.


Shadows in the Night Ch 9
Chip’s numb fingers released the glass and pitcher of tea. They fell as everything around him receded—the blue jay screeching outside, the tea that spilled across the floor, the broken glass, and the offer of apple pie was all forgotten. All he saw in his field of vision were the deadly tips of Jason’s canines and eyes that changed from near-black to greenish-yellow.
The word boy screamed through his head, circled back around and then came screaming through again. God help him. That was what he had called the cougar. Every brain cell he possessed shrieked what he was seeing was notpossible. Period and end of story. But the creature standing in front of him, with eerie eyes and long teeth, was hard to ignore, much less deny.
“Shit,” Chip whispered. Turkey that he was, his hands clutched the sink behind him in an effort to keep him on his feet. His knees shook. He didn’t question or stop to think—the rational side of his brain had left the building. He edged away from Jason, one thing on his mind.
Flee.
“Do notrun, Chip,” Jason warned. He saw that Chip’s body was poised for flight. “I’ll just chase you down, and I can’t promise what form I’ll be in when I do.”
“F-f-form?” Chip’s slow progression down the counter stopped.
“Yes, me or the cougar.”
“Holy mother of—” That was as far as Chip got before his body took over. He didn’t remember lurching away from the sink; his feet moved of their own accord. He didn’t stop to consider he was still in his night pants from the night before. At this point he’d run down the drive naked. He was in the main living area before he realized he had moved. Before that thought had time to fully register, he found himself swept off his feet and dumped on the couch, pinned by a hundred ninety pounds of angry man-cougar.
“I told you not to run!” Jason growled, actually growled like an animal, before he covered Chip’s mouth with his own. 
Hands trapped by his side, and unable to move, Chip expected the kiss to be full of teeth, aggression, and pain. Fear had his heart pounding in his chest and his breath coming in gasps. What he got instead was heat—and yes, aggression—as soft lips moved over his, teasing gently as his tongue demanded entrance. Fear receded as a spark of desire ignited.
With a whimper, Chip gave in and opened his mouth to the invader. Jason’s tongue left nothing unclaimed. Every single inch of Chip’s mouth was explored and conquered as Jason settled between Chip’s legs, grinding their groins together.
Stunned pleasure washed through Chip. This sexy guy was hard—for him. This sexy guy that wasn’t human wanted him with a passion he’d never felt before. Moaning, Chip raised his hips so the friction Jason created between them increased. He wanted more, and wanted Jason to know. The harder Jason rubbed against him, the closer Chip came to coming. Finally, before the finality, Jason raised his head.
“Oh Jesus.” Chip bucked under Jason.
“Praying are you?” Jason leaned up, releasing Chip’s hands. “Won’t do any good. My people never believed in the white man’s God.”
Chip swallowed—he believed him. Jason looked like he stepped out of the pages of a history book section on American Indians. All he needed was buckskins, a feather in his hair, and war paint. He was frighteningly sexy, stress on the frighteningly.
“Do notmove.” Jason shifted, moving his body down Chip’s. “Not one inch.”
He pulled Chip’s night pants down below his knees, ignoring the startled squeak from his human. Chip struggled to rise, and Jason’s hand landed in the middle of Chip’s chest. A gentle push, and a low hiss, had Chip falling back on the couch.
Sitting cross-legged, Jason lifted the hard dick that lay against Chip’s belly. Fear hadn’t affected Chip’s hard-on. Greenish-yellow eyes looked up at Chip as Jason leaned closer and sniffed. He wanted to taste his mate’s seed, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before Chip came. He could smell the cum boiling in Chip’s heavy balls and, by the Great Spirit, he wanted it.
Taking his time, he ran his canines up the length of Chip’s shaft. His long deadly teeth caressed the throbbing length in his hand. A small whimper from Chip had Jason patting the inside of Chip’s thigh to reassure him.
“Please….” Chip gasped.
Jason’s tongue ran the length of Chip’s dick, and another moan greeted him.
“Please what?” Jason flicked his tongue over the top of Chip’s cock, searching for more precum. “Please stop?”
Mindful of his canines, he took Chip’s shaft into his hot, wet mouth, bobbing his head up and down. When Chip’s hips thrust up, he lifted his head again.
“Or please more?”
“I-I….”
Jason lowered his head, and sucked Chip’s dick back into his mouth. Up and down he went, making sure to apply plenty of suction. His canines nicked Chip’s shaft and that was all it took.
“Oh… fuck!” Chip yelled as he exploded, a twinge of pain twisted in with an ocean of please. Cum shot from him, flooding Jason’s mouth.
Jason raised his head, licked the trace of blood off his lips, and let some of Chip’s seed rain down on his belly. Running his finger through the milky fluid, he wet his middle finger and thrust it in Chip’s hole.
“Jason!”Chips screamed as his hot spot was nailed, prolonging his orgasm.
“Yes, scream for me.”
Once Jason had drained Chip’s balls, he stood up, pulled his shirt off, and jerked Chip’s night pants off.
“What-what are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed.”
“What?”
“I’m claiming you, tonight. Can you tell me you don’t want this?”
Chip bit his lip.
“Exactly.” Jason lifted Chip in his arms and strode out of the main living area.


~To be continued.
Until next week y’all. Remember to drop by the other Bloggers!
~M

Nephylim m/mTali m/mMichael Mandrake m/mLM Brown m/mMC Houle m/mLily Sawyer m/m Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Nighttime Dreams

Hey guys! I've got good news, LOL!!!


The sequel, Nighttime Dreams, is now under contract with Romance First! The release date is November. 
So yay! And I'm kinda happy with that date because I've got lots of stuff coming in the next few months and don't want it to get lost.

Here's a little excerpt. Remember this hasn't gone through editing with the publisher so it may change. But I wanted you guys to meet Bryan, our country sheriff. :)

~M



Nighttime Dreamsby MA Church


As Bryan opened his truck door he glanced back at the night sky. He ran his hand through his short inky black hair and shrugged. “Maybe I should follow Shawn’s example and make a few nighttime wishes myself. What do I have to lose? Absolutely nothing.”  
He had gone straight to the police academy when he finished high school. At six and a half feet, with a muscular body, he breezed through. After graduation he had worked as an officer in one of the largest cities in the states, quickly moving up the ranks. He fell in love three times during those years—two men and a woman. Each left him. Their excuse was they couldn’t handle the stress of living with a police officer. He had known there were other reasons, especially with the men in his life.
Not long after the last break up he had been called to a bank robbery that went horribly wrong. The fleeing suspects had body armor and armor piercing bullets. The police had done their best, but were out-gunned. Several officers had died, along with many innocent bystanders, before the standoff was resolved. He came away with a gunshot wound to the shoulder. Once recovered, Bryan knew he needed a change. He wanted peace, and the urge to return home was a constant thought. 
By age thirty-two he had returned to his home town. A year later he won the office of sheriff in a close race. He had refused to hide his sexuality, and there were enough narrow-minded people who tried to use that to their advantage. Now, at thirty- four, what did he have to show for all his hard work? Not much outside of a few gray strands in his hair, several laugh lines around his sapphire blue eyes and a metabolism that slowed more with each passing year. He had to work longer in the gym to keep the washboard stomach, trim waist and tight ass.
“Wouldn’t you know it? The first person who’s snagged my attention ends up with an alien,” Bryan said, driving away from Shawn’s empty house. “And not the illegal kind either. I swear my luck sucks, sucks big time. Seriously, why can’t I catch a break? I just want someone to care for me like that, is it too much to ask for?”
Bryan pulled in his driveway and parked. Getting out of the truck he again stared up at the nighttime sky, failing to see the flickering light that followed him home.
“I wish you the best, man. You seemed to know what you wanted. I envy you.”
Locking the truck he went inside, stripped and got ready for bed. Now that the adrenaline had worn off his body was exhausted, but his mind refused to shut down for the night. Tomorrow would be a busy day, and he needed to be one his toes if called to deal with the suits. It wouldn’t be long until it was obvious Shawn was missing. Things were bound to get interesting then.

Tuesday and Tattoos

Crosses are a very popular tattoo design. Crosses made as cross tribal tattoos or cross Celtic tattoos are also very popular.

Cross tattoos can be tattooed as armbands / arm bands, lowerback / lower back pieces, on ankles, shoulders, the upperback area, chest. . . just about anywhere as body art. Anyway, I like the cross tat. :)


So, now for our usual Tuesday tattoos! Enjoy...





                                                                                                        

 









The Harvest-The Foursome

The Harvest-The Foursome 
“Are you sure you don’t mind keeping Szin and Raiden?” I asked Juan once again. “And Takeo?” “I’m beginning to wonder if you think I can’t handle it,” Juan said, arms folded across his chest. “No,” I laughed slightly, “that’s not it at all, Juan. But all these young are a lot to keep up with.”“I have help; you know that. Half the royal staff can’t wait to get their hands on the twins. They’ll be fine. Besides, Hamza will enjoy spending time with all of them. I have Chad and John here to help along with several others… Just relax and enjoy your time with Ti and Cielo.”“We’ll be back in three days,” I said as Juan gently pushed me out of the royal nursery. Keyno and I already said our goodbyes to the young, but it was difficult to walk away from them.“We’ll be here waiting for you. Now stop stressing and go,” Juan said. Keyno tugged gently on my arm. “Come on, love.”“Okay, okay,” I said as Keyno pushed me out of the room. “See you guys later.”We walked hand-in-hand down to the flyer. Keyno waited until I was strapped in, then took off with the practiced ease of a starship captain. “Are the nerves from leaving the twins or something else?” Keyno asked.“Both, I guess,” I murmured.  I stared out the window as the flyer’s modulator transferred from organic to inorganic fuel. With a smooth surge, we shot upwards in a spiral turn as Keyno picked up the Zao34 Skyway.  “Are you sure you’re okay with what’s about to take place?”“Yes. I want to see you being taken by both Ti and Colt. I plan to help them, just so you know.”I shivered in my seat.“I can smell your arousal, love. You want this as much as I want to see it. Good Gods, Colt is nearly frothing at the mouth in anticipation of getting his hands on you. I can’t wait. Can you tell me honestly you aren’t attracted to Colt?”“I told you before he’s attractive, but he scares me. Shit, so does Ti. Ever since the day Colt attacked me on your ship there’s been… something. I know they won’t hurt me, not like what Ti does to Colt, but I’ve never done anything like this, Keyno.” “Let’s see how it goes. If you want to stop, then we stop. You know they wouldn’t force you into anything you’re uncomfortable with, and neither would I.” “I know. I just don’t want this to ever cause a problem between us.” “I will never love another as I love you,” Keyno said, his eyes, my eyes,glowing with the strength of his feelings. “Nothing that we do for pleasure will ever change what’s in my heart, Dale, or what I know in the depths of my spirit.”“And what do you know?” I asked, having to keep my voice low so that it didn’t crack. My throat was suddenly tight.“This will never cause a problem between us. I would share you with Ti and Colt only. No one else, Dale. The four of us – our families – are bound, intertwined. They know it as well.”He met my eyes as we traveled across space toward Aploi.“You are my mate, my one, true chosen, always and forever.”* * * * Ti’s home was built into a small, rocky mountain. A small devise shaped like a box next to the door was similar to a doorbell. Keyno opened it and placed his palm on the screen. The box snapped shut violently, capturing Keyno’s hand, trapping his wrist, and nearly sending me right off the edge of the mountain.  Keyno chuckled. “It’s a security measure, love, a DNA scanner because of the attack on Cielo while he was in estrus. Ti won’t ever allow his mate to be touched again. Take a deep breath, Dale.”  I was already strung tight; any more surprises like that one and I’d pass out cold. The box emitted a warm green light and a hum, clicked twice, then released Keyno’s hand with a hiss very similar to Ti’s language. Moments later the door opened.“Welcome, my friends.” Ti was dressed in black leather pants and a sleeveless vest. “Hey Ti,” I said. Ti gently pulled me into the house, kissed my cheek and inhaled the scent that was uniquely mine. Keyno stepped in behind me, and he and Ti hugged. Ti leaned in and kissed Keyno on the cheek. The sheer strength of purpose of my male always affected Ti.“Should I let Cielo know his bro is here… or should I let Colt know Dale is here?” Ti asked. Ti’s hand skated up and down my back, his touch easy. Whatever I said now would set how things played out, how all of us would treat each other. I could tell that Ti was hoping I mentioned Colt’s name, not Cielo’s. I grasped Keyno’s hand and stared into his eyes needing for him to tell me one last time he wanted this. With a smile Keyno lifted my hand and nipped my knuckles. “It’s your choice, my chosen. I’ve already told you how I feel.”I took a deep breath and faced Ti, my decision made. Really, I knew for a while what my choice would be, but fear of the unknown held me back. “Tell… Colt we’re here.”A big smile split Ti’s face and this time when he kissed me, it was a real kiss with lips and tongue. “Colt will be… very happy.”Keyno snorted. “I’d say that was an understatement.”Ti laughed. “You would be right. I’m happy, too, Dale.”The front door opened into a small room. A hall sloped gently downhill towards the rest of the house. The walls were rock with Onfrevian living crystals embedded within that produced light. A simple voice command would make them brighter, darker or change color.“Colt?” Ti called as they walked down the hall into the house. There was silence for a moment then Colt’s voice drifted up. “Yah?” “Dale and Keyno are here. Colt? Do you understand?” As we waited for Colt to acknowledge exactly what it was that Ti was telling him, that I’d come to offer myself to the two of them, that we were finally going to do this, I stared at Ti. We all knew how badly Colt wanted this; he made no secret of his feelings. I thought, though, that perhaps things moved forward the way they did not merely because of Colt and his impetuous desires. As I gazed at the tall, white-skinned Onfrevian captain, I wondered just how much Ti’s wants and needs played into all of this. I learned to read his body language and the catalog of scents and smells that went along with it over the past months. I knew Ti had feelings for me, but more for Keyno. Ti’s head suddenly snapped to side, his diamond-shaped pupils pinning me. With a start I realized I could feel him inside my head.Then the bizarre sensation was gone, and Colt’s voice drifted up to us again.“Yeah, I gotcha, ya. I’m in the livin’ area.”The hall opened up into a spacious, open floor plan that had plenty of seating and a stone fireplace. Off to the right was the kitchen. Colt was there at a stone bar fixing a drink. He was dressed the same as Ti in dark pants and a sleeveless vest. The tats on his thick arms drew my attention; they always did. He also had his long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail at the base of his neck. I walked over to the bar and Colt turned to face me, placing his drink down with a snap. Colt’s eyes darkened as he stared at me.“Hey Precioso.”  I gulped; Cielo was nowhere to be found. In his place was the deadly gangbanger, Colt. The name he called me was something he started when he made his feelings known to me. He suddenly leaned into me, grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled me to him, just like he did once before. We were close enough that I could feel Colt’s breath on my face.“You ready?”“I-I-I… yes. Yeah, I’m ready... Colt.” “Eso es bueno.”  Colt dipped his thumb in the glass next to him and rubbed the liquid across my bottom lip. “That’s good. I’m glad.”TBC…