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Tuesday Stud!

Nothing sexier than a man with a book

Sunday Snoggin' with the Men from Permanent

This week's Sunday Snog is from Permanent. This was an emotional story for me because of the things River endured. I hope you enjoy the book, too. Here's a snog from River and Tory.



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Here's that snog!

Crimson spread over River’s cheeks. The muscles in his jaw tensed. “Make love to me, Tory. Please?”

“Yes.” Tory inched away from River long enough to rummage through the nightstand. “You’ve taken care of me. Let me learn you.” He tossed condoms and a bottle of lube onto the bed. “I did some hoping of my own.”

River’s eyes widened as Tory settled on his knees between River’s thighs. Tory ran his tongue along River’s sternum. River sighed and his gaze switched between the bed and Tory. “I didn’t know.”

“I don’t like to flaunt my sexuality…even though I’ve been with more than my share of men and women.” Tory slithered up River’s body. He stood and threaded his fingers behind River’s head. “And then a certain man with a penchant for charcoal dust and expensive handmade paper cemented things in my mind.” Fusing their lips, he tasted River and tangled their tongues in a sensual dance he never wanted to end. River’s fingers bit into Tory’s hips. Tory shivered. The feel of skin on skin, cock against cock, kicked his lust into another orbit. He grabbed River’s hand and wrapped it around his dick. He broke the kiss with a gasp. “Damn, that feels good.”

Suit Up Sunday ~ Daniel Radcliffe

Harry Potter certainly grew up nicely.

Friday Fun with Megan!

Thought Since I'm out of Town, I'd leave you today with some yummy man candy from the Movies!

Yes, I liked Will Ferrell in this movie. Stranger Than Fiction rocked.

Murdoch ROCKED!!!

Few things in live better than Gerard Butler in a Loin cloth. Just sayin'

Except four hot guys in very little clothing. Yep, you know where this is going.

Enjoy! And don't forget to head over to the Menagerie next. I've got a poll going about Heroes and their cars. Check it out!

WIP Thursday!!

I'm so far behind today I can see my behind. Isn't that the case often, though? Going to be a rather rambling list. I finished edits on my June release, Here Without You and turned in an Encounter for the same story, entitled, Here Without You: Scenes from a Hotel Room. It's sex. Plain and simple. Grin.

My story posted this past week on the MM Goodreads Group page. You can read it here if you'd like. It's called Bed of My Chevy . I thought it was cute and simple, but I'd love to know what you think.

I've got a couple more irons in the fire, but since none are firm (wow, bad pun), no details yet. I'll get back to you.

Don't forget to check out the Love Hangover Contest - you could win a GC to Changeling (big GC) and if you're in the Cincinnati area on Friday, (West Chester area) come see me. I'll be at the Lori Foster Reader/Author Get Together signing autographs. Grin.

Back to the bat cave. Na na na na na na na na na na BAT CAVE!!!!

Tag and Like Day

Like day! If you’ve read any of my books, would you consider heading to Amazon and clicking like? A review would be welcomed as well. Click the cover or the linky to get there.

Under and Over It





Permanent

Tuesday Stud!!!

Love seeing him rough in the rough.

Sunday Snoggin' With The Boys From Believe

I love a good snog with two hot guys. Nothin' better. For this weeks Sunday Snog, I'd like to share a snippet from M/M, Christmas, Anal sex, shibari, BDSM
novella

Raylan believed himself unworthy of love until he met Chase. Chase brought out Raylan’s natural need to control and the power to force submission. But time and distance make having a relationship hard. Can Raylan prove to Chase they have what it takes for love to last through this Christmas and every other Christmas for the rest of their lives?

Chase found the muse for his songs in Raylan. Each time they touch, kiss, make love, music fills his soul. But working odd gigs to make ends meet while Raylan photographs rock and roll royalty isn’t beneficial to Chase’s creativity. Can he convince Raylan they’re better off together than apart?

And now for that snog!!Chase folded his arms. The tree wasn’t exactly full or decorated very well. A professional would more than likely faint if they saw the crinkled limbs and snarled needles on the second-hand tree. The sad strand of twinkle lights engulfed the two-foot fake pine. The star caused the tree to bow to the right, and the two ornaments didn’t fit on the miniscule branches. Adding candy canes would probably send it the rest of the way over. He cocked his head. “Raylan?”

Raylan eased up behind him, wrapping his arms around Chase and nudging Chase’s ass with his cock. “It’s cute. Not quite what’s expected and a little lopsided, but who needs stale perfection when originality is so much better? I love it. Besides, our originality could be the next big thing in holiday décor. You never know.”

“I don’t know if I want to share.” Chase rested his head on Raylan’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

“Mmm,” Raylan murmured and licked a path of fire along Chase’s neck. “I couldn’t wait to get home. Christmas isn’t any fun alone.”

Groaning, Chase ground his ass into Raylan’s erection. His loins ached. He needed to feel Raylan’s tenderly tough touch. As punishment? Not in the truest sense. He needed to feel wanted and sexy. He turned around in Raylan’s embrace and worked the row of buttons bisecting Raylan’s dress shirt.

“Let me take care of you.” Chase sank to his knees and stared up at Raylan. “Let me remind you what’s here at home.” Chase folded his hands behind his back, waiting for Raylan’s permission to take the initiative. When he felt the touch of a warm hand on his head, Chase took a deep breath, drawing in Raylan’s scent as he kissed Raylan’s cock through his jeans. The motion felt dirty and out of his element and completely sexy.

“Merry Christmas to me,” he groaned and flicked his tongue over the blunt end of Raylan’s prick.

“Oh Chase.” Raylan forked his fingers into Chase’s short hair, tugging the strands.

He moaned, and his hips bucked. Almost as soon as the action started, Raylan stopped.

“Stop.”

Suit Up Sunday ~ Rodrigo Santoro

A little Latin Flavor!

Fine Lookin' Men on Friday

I didn't have a grand, fantastic post for today, but I thought I'd share a couple pics of the men who inspire me. Yep. And I really want to see Magic Mike. Like now. Just sayin'.

Enough said. Le sigh.