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Ten Line Tuesday!

Here's a white hot story for those chilly winter nights when you need something yummy to read!
Enjoy!

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Then let’s forget him for now.” Chase stood and offered his hand. “We’ve got a tree to find in the closet and decorations to put on it. And I hear twinkle lights are a libido boost. Want to help me find out?”

“You’re corny.”

Chase yanked Raylan tight into his arms and kissed Raylan’s temple. “I’m your corny.”

It wasn’t the grand confession or makeup session Raylan had envisioned, but it had to do. He had his time with Chase and could work on the rest of what he needed to tell Chase.

Monday Moan ~ Here Without You!

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Since I forgot to write a Sunday Snog, I'm bringing back my Monday Moan. Grin. Here's one from from Here Without You . Grin!

BIN: 05775-01851
Word Count: 21K
Page Count: 69
Price: $4.49
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Action-Adventure/Suspense, BDSMv Themes: Gay

Love doesn’t always happen according to plan.

Some guys have all the luck and some guys love the pain. Slash Gunderson knows that feeling well. His place behind the drums for Glow is a dream come true. Can he accept his need for kink and the man who makes his heart beat?

Hiram Moline loves his job as the head of security for Glow. He’s also in love with Slash. There’s one major glitch -- someone has been sending Slash threatening letters. Hiram’s not about to let anything happen to Slash. Can he convince Slash they’ve got something strong before the stalker gets the upper hand?

Available here!

Here's the moan!

Well, fuck in a basket. The little shit. Hiram growled. "I don't want to change you, Leo. I like the piercings and the crazy hair. The eyeliner is hot as hell, but sometimes I want to just see you." Time to take control. Hiram twisted the knob in the shower stall and flicked his fingers in the falling water. "Arms."

Without giving him time to complain, Hiram yanked the shirt up over Leo's head. Leo drove him to the brink, but damn, he was sexy. He loved when Leo's hair stuck out at all angles. He loved the natural blond in the caramel-colored strands, not the black spray Leo insisted he needed to wear to look tough. If Leo wanted, he could run with the innocent look. Hell, he might get more ass that way. Hiram groaned. He didn't want to share Leo with anyone. But the way Leo acted, he wasn't terribly interested in having a relationship with Hiram, either.

Hiram locked his heart tight behind the protective walls. If Leo wanted no strings, then fine. He'd get no strings. For now.

"Drop your pants." Hiram flicked his fingers. "We're going to play."

The petulance in Leo's eyes melted into fear then passion. The corner of his mouth kinked. He shoved his pants and briefs to the floor, then kicked the pile of discarded clothes to the side.

"Good boy." Hiram nudged Leo under the spray. Black streaked down his back in a spider web pattern from the temporary dye in Leo's hair. The eyeliner smeared from the corners of his eyes.

Hiram's cock throbbed. He needed to touch Leo, to caress him, and fuck him -- once he found a rubber. He trusted Leo, sure, but they still needed condoms. He found the box in the vanity and grabbed one foil packet.

"Soap yourself." Hiram pulled his shirt up over his head with one hand. When the T-shirt cleared his head, he caught sight of Leo. Water droplets flew from the blond spikes. His lips parted and a faraway look lit up his eyes. One hand palmed the soap, but his other hand worked over his cock in long strokes.

So he wanted to play with himself? Good. Hiram kicked out of his pants and stepped into the shower stall. The shower wasn't large, and with two bodies, it got damned snug. Hiram loved the confined feeling. He squirted shampoo into his hands and worked the slippery lather into Leo's hair. Leo backed into Hiram and groaned. Hiram's cock moved up and down along the seam of Leo's ass.

"Rinse, but don't you dare come without me."

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Five Sentence Friday!

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I love Five Sentence Friday. It's short and gives the readers, you, the taste of what I'm working on. Nothing too filling, but something to give a hint. I hope you like what I'm cooking up!

Daniel expected the harsh tone. Hell, if Kelsey hadn’t shown some emotion, then he’d be worried. Might as well start at the beginning. “Fifteen years ago I thought I knew everything. The world was mine to control and nobody was going to tell me what to do. I knew my limits and didn’t care what anyone said.”

Sara Jay's Here with Nobody Rides For Free!

I'd like to introduce one of my writing friends and a fantastic writer, Sara Jay. If you haven't read her latest book, then be sure to read her interview here, then grab a copy. The info is at the end. But first, welcome Sara Jay!! Describe yourself in three words.

Ambitious bookaholic creativore. It’s okay that I make up some of the words, right?




Works for me. I make up words all the time. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

Ooh, I could get so evil here. I have a crush on Rosario Dawson, so I would naturally want her to play Sinn, my seductive yet bloodthirsty faery in Nobody Rides for Free; on the other hand, she may not be scary enough. Her green-skinned soulmate, Daka, would be Mark Salling, AKA Puck from Glee. Hot!

As far as the biker trio, I would pick Owen Wilson as Cowboy; he’s a natural pick. For Stubble, I’d go with Sam Worthington, if he were just a bit shorter … And for Green Eyes, I’d pick someone I wouldn’t mind seeing punished, like Chad Kroeger. As for the queen, I’d choose my other big girl-crush, Uma Thurman, hands-down.

Great choices! What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?
I love every love scene in The English Patient, which to me is the perfect, tragic romance. I love tragedy; I just can’t help it! I’m also a sucker for mawkish, fluffy romances. John Travolta buying chairs in Phenomenon? Tom Cruise telling Renee Zellweger “You complete me”? “Bouquets of sharpened pencils” in You’ve Got Mail and that do-me grin on Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s face in the pub in PS I Love You (not to mention every scene with Gerard Butler in it)? Yeah, I love them all.

I'm all for Will Ferrell giving Maggie Gyllenhal the flours. Yep, bags of flours in a bouquet. So strange but perfect. What’s your wildest fantasy?

My current fantasy is to travel the world with my family, just the three of us… Sexually, I have a thing for superheroes. You can bet my husband’s gonna get some after we watch a superhero movie!

Perfect. I've got a thing for Captain America. It's not much of a secret though. Yes, I'd tackle hug Chris Evans ANY day. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

Taste, definitely. I love food, but I couldn’t stand to not hear, see, feel, or even smell my little girl. Ask me in another ten years and I will probably trade the answer for smell!

I like the taste of steak too much. For me that's a hard question. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?br />I flipped off the ice cream truck driver—“the ice cream man,” as we called him—for no reason! I guess I was mad that I could never get an ice cream, but I was probably really just showing off for an older friend. But the joke was on me. He screeched his tires and chased me home and told my mom what I did! If I had been smart I would have went to the wrong house. She made me apologize and told my father, who just laughed and shook his head.

Could be a lot worse, but yeah, I can see where that could get you into trouble. Now it's time for those fantastic questions, the fast, the furious, the...Quickies!

Boxers or Briefs?

Boxers!

Top or Bottom?

Bottom!

Pajamas or nude?

Jammies—but super sexy ones.

Hairy chests or smooth?

I like both. Depends on the guy.



Alpha or Beta?

Depends on the book! I really like Alpha heroines, though.

And now a little more about Nobody Rides for Free:

You can meet my Alpha Faery Sinn and the three human bikers she seduces in Nobody Rides for Free, available from Razor’s Edge Press. You can also meet me at my website, Facebook, and Twitter page.

Ten Line Tuesday!

This is from one that just sort of showed up. It's copyright of Megan Slayer, so please don't steal. But do read!!

Daniel.

Few people got under his skin like Daniel. The man was impulsive and full of life. But his drinking had been his undoing. Kelsey couldn’t handle when Daniel came home drunk and verbally abusive. He missed his former lover. Each time he stepped into the bedroom was like a step back in time to when they made love and talked all night long.

Thinking about the past wasn’t going to get the house clean. Not by a long shot. Kelsey sighed and grabbed the rag. The song on the CD player changed to another that reminded him of Daniel, “Mr. Bad Guy”.

“I really need to update my CDs.” He wiped more mildew off the window sill, then dunked his rag in the solution. Footsteps padded on the carpet. Probably the realtor. Without a partner, he couldn’t keep the house. Damn it.

“Don’t tell me you let this place go to hell.”

A shiver ran up Kelsey’s spine and his ears perked. He knew that voice—Daniel. He whipped around and fell on his backside. “Daniel?”

Sunday Snog With Christmas Glow!

I love Christmas time and it's time for my uncoming novella and a fun addition to the Glow series, Christmas Glow. Enjoy this nice little snog to get you ready when the book releases in two weeks!

Christmas Glow

Glow Band Book 6

Changeling Press

One concert changed her mind, but can one night truly change her life?

Pixie Elf’s days of designing punk teddy bears just isn’t cutting it. She wants more, including the sexy radio jockey she met at a Glow concert. That is, if he’s up for grabs.

Nitro Hicks loves playing the latest rock tunes, but he can’t get a certain elf off his mind. Does he have what it takes to rock her world for the long haul?

Magic happens in the Christmas Glow.

Available here!

And now for that snog!

Nitro shut the door. “You’re here. I’d be lying to say I’m disappointed.” He crept to where she stood and debated his next move. Touch her? Kiss her? Considering the heat in some of their web chats, he wasn’t sure what to do. He smoothed a lock of her dark hair between his fingers. Like spun silk.

“My Christmas wish was to spend it with you,” she murmured. She stared up at him with shining eyes. Brown and amber flecks glittered in the green orbs. “Merry Christmas?” Her words sounded happy, but tension radiated from her. She licked her bottom lip, not in a sexual gesture. She lowered her head. “So this was a bad idea. I’m sorry. We’ve got great chemistry, and when we chat it’s like were not a zillion miles apart. It’s hot and seems right. Maybe I’m wrong.” She started to pull away from him, but Nitro slid his hand down her arm to link their fingers.

“I’m still getting over the shock.” He wrapped his free arm around her waist and tugged her to his chest. “Chat sessions -- no matter how hot -- do not compete with the real thing.” Nitro kissed her knuckles. “I wasn’t sure what I wanted for Christmas, but I’m pretty sure my wish came true, too.”

~~~~~~

“I’m glad.” Well, glad until her time ran out. Pixie flattened her hands on his chest. His wish had come true. She couldn’t hold back the smile any longer. She pushed that thought aside. She’d worry about the deadline later.

“This sounds crazy, but I’ve dreamt of this moment.” Nitro cupped her cheek. “More nights than I care to admit.” He lowered his lips to hers.

Pixie huddled against him and melted into his kiss. Sparks shot along her nerve endings. Heat from his touch seared her from within. She inched closer to him and raked her fingers down his back. A whimper escaped her lips.

Nitro swallowed the whimper, but broke their connection first. He rested his forehead on hers. A thin band of brown ringed the black in his eyes. Pink tinged his cheeks. “I want to strip you down and learn every inch of you.”

“We’re supposed to be somewhere.”

“In my room,” he replied.

HeartThrob Haven!

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Ten Line Tuesday!

Here are ten more lines from my football story, Crossing the Line. Enjoy!!

The hot water sluiced over Ryan’s body and took away the sting from overexerting his muscles. Eight kicks in one game wasn’t his usual. But with Jason Eckles, the normal punter out with a broken toe, Ryan picked up the punts and his usual point after kicks. Thankfully the Dragons won. He had something to be happy about. They creamed the Griffons, beating them by more than twenty points.

He turned off the spray, then shook the water out of his hair. His thoughts wandered to Paul. Every time he looked over at the Griffons bench, Paul sat staring in his direction. Ryan covered himself with a towel, then palmed his crotch. The nice thing about being the last one in the showers meant the rest of the team vacated the locker rooms by the time he finished. The alone time gave him time to settle down after the game and plot out what he wanted to do for the next game.

Book Blast ~ Proving Santa Exists with Victoria Blisse!

When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

* Includes the Full Seasonal Recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.

Amazon.co.uk
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21

Amazon.com
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And this link on my website covers both links and has a blurb/excerpt for people too:
http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/blissemas-tales-proving-santa-exists


And now for a hot excerpt!

"How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?" I ask, the film credits fading into the background.

"It's been amazing," Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. "Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard."

I tut and shake my head.

"The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn't real, just a man dressed as Santa. He'd bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it."

"How come you knew it wasn't the real Father Christmas?"

"Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn't exist and wouldn't bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve."

“What?" I'm outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. "Santa does exist."

"You don't believe that, do you?" He shakes his head, his eyes wide.

"Yes, yes I do." I nod my head emphatically. "Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It's all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists."

Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing.

I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.

His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck.

Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he's on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I've only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper.

I can't believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn't move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He's hard and hot and very willing.

And now a little about the author, Victoria Blisse!

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisse