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And the Romancing the Valentine Goes to...

And the pdf from my back list goes to...
:::throws confetti:::

TEE!!!!
I've emailed you off list and hope to hear from you soon. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented. I hope you'll stick around for the rest of the ride. I've got some great things in the works and can't wait to share them with you.

Valentine Music to Make Whoopie To

Valentine Music to Make Whoopie To

Valentine Music to Make Whoopie To

Hey, I thought I'd gift to you tunes that are rated whoopie-inducing. Why not? They are my list, so if you have thoughts or arguments, let me know. But above all, Happy Valentine's Day and Enjoy!

And Megan's Big Blisse Kiss Goes To....

And the winner is....
:::throws confetti:::
Caity Mack!!!
Congrats! The email to you is on the way. Thanks to everyone who stopped by and commented. I hope you enjoyed the book and the blog. I hope you'll stick around. I've got lots of great things coming up!

Big Blisse Kiss Sunday Snoggin' Permanent Style!

Comment on the snog below and you're entered to win a copy of Permanent . Read on!

Permanent
Total-E-Bound
contemp, m/m, anal sex, bdsm, voyeurism
novella
available here!

Sometimes love just ain't enough...

River Cortland trusted the person he loved. His faith couldn't protect him from the bitter sting of a cold-hearted Domme. If he's going to learn to trust again, he's got to deal with his past. His roommate and best friend, Tory, has seen the physical damage and hasn't walked away. Can he deal with the emotional scars as well?

Tory McClellan wanted the carefree life...until one night with River changed everything. There's more to the shy art teacher and Tory wants to know everything-how he tastes, the scent of his skin, the feel of his body as they make love. What terror lies behind River's brown eyes? Better yet, how can Tory make the sadness go away and be in River's life, permanently?

Reader Advisory: This story contains flashbacks of a rape, anal sex, light bondage and spanking.



And now for the snog!

"You're not really gay." Oh, that sounded smart. Damn it. River shifted as Snowflake sniffed the air and stretched. She scampered onto the floor, flicked her tail in the air in her silent 'screw you' and left Tory and River alone on the couch. Even she thought he sounded stupid.
He turned back to Tory and gasped. Cocoa glittered in the depths of Tory's eyes as he licked his lips. If he moved a little closer, River would be able to feel the texture of Tory's lips against his.
"You never asked," Tory murmured, swiping his tongue over the peachy skin. "And I wasn't about to make a move that night."
Jerked from his more than too personal appraisal of Tory's mouth, River stared. "Huh?"
"You suck at subtlety. I know you look when you think I don't see and I remember the way your body reacted when I held you. I liked it." He closed the gap between them until only a breath kept them apart. "I'm not innocent and I have done some experimenting." He inched closer, his arm and knee bumping River's. "But I've waited too long for you to make a move."
Not innocent? Experimenting? Make a move? If River didn't know him better, he'd think Tory was attracted to him. The guys who tried to pick River up weren't nearly as handsome as Tory. Most of the women hardly held a candle to Tory's natural charisma.
"River?"
River opened his mouth to reply, to tell Tory he had no idea what he wanted him to say. This will change our friendship? Duh. Being with me will seriously screw up your reputation at the station? Without a doubt. I'm head over heels in lust with you? Oh hell.
Instead of answering, River fused his lips to Tory's. The guttural moan erupting from Tory's throat spurred River on. He fisted the sleeve of Tory's T-shirt in his hand. Holy fuck.
The more River tasted Tory, the more he wanted from him. River cupped Tory's jaw, the rough stubble prickling his palm.
Tory broke the kiss long enough to click off the television. His eyelids drooped. "Take off my shirt."
Holy shit.
River didn't think. He acted. He'd guessed right about Tory—the guy really did have a deep-down need to dominate. Now was the time to take his chance and live out his fantasy with Tory. River yanked the hem of Tory's shirt up over his head and tossed the discarded clothing into the hallway. His nipples beaded. Cold air? Or arousal? River wasn't sure.
"Taste me."
Yes, sir. River feathered kisses over Tory's jaw, rubbing his hands against Tory's chest. He couldn't get close enough to him. With a gentle, but firm nudge, Tory directed River to his pecs. River loved the firm texture of male nipples. Women's were soft and forgiving. Men's were more sensitive and needed care. Tory's fingers twined into River's hair, tugging the strands. River wasn't into hardcore kink, but he needed the pleasure-pain. Needed to know he was responsible for Tory's enjoyment.
"Fuck…want to fuck you."

With Love, Valentine!

For the hop today, I thought I'd share one of my favorite Valentine memories. Leave a comment and your email and you'll be in the hat for a $5 GC to Changeling Press. And because the hop is worth following...if you want to follow the rest of the hop, click here!

So about that memory.

My favorite Valentine memory came from college. I'd been dating my BF at the time for about three months. Not a really long time. But he was a good guy and I was happy, so it was a great three months. We didn't have a whole heck of a lot of money, so we planned a small little celebration in his dorm room. Kentucky Fried Chicken and twinkle lights. Now I hadn't planned on getting him anything big mostly because I didn't have the ready cash.

You're reading along and thinking, well, gee, this isn't really romantic. I'm getting there.

For my gift, he bought a balloon with a bunch of ribbons. The balloon had a bear in it - which I still have. In the balloon. I'd never seen the like. He kept pointing to the ribbons and saying they were so pretty. I thought, big deal, ribbons.

"No, look at the ribbons."

Again, Big Fat Deal.

He then tugged on one of the ribbons. He'd attached a ring to the ribbons. It wasn't an engagement ring, but it was a pretty silver ring with clear stones in the band. I still wear the ring with my wedding ring, even though it wasn't expensive, it was the thought behind it. Every time I look at the simple ring, I think of that Valentine's day.

What about you? What's your favorite Valentine memory? Tell me about it and don't forget to comment!

Guesting with Maria-Claire Payne!!

I'm hanging out over at Maria-Claire Payne's blog today doing a challenge! 169 words for the post. That's IT! Yeah, it was tough! Come see!

I'm on Goodreads!

I jumped into the great big blue and put my name in the goodreads hat. I've had books on there for a while now, but I didn't realize it. If you rate one of my books or leave a review, I will try to comment back. I appreciate all the reviews and ratings, even if they aren't always so high. Why? I do learn from them. I take them all, good and bad, into consideration. So thank you.

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In other news... I finished Pan today. I've read it through a bunch of times and had other eyes on it. I'm feeling good about it. It's not Pan the first time around. Sorry. I had to make it a second time Peter and Wendy get together. Making it the first time just seemed off to me.

I'm going to work on the final Glow book and a story for Roddy and Kane, since my short Take Me Home garnered so many comments. :-)

That's all for now. I've got to write a blurb!

Tuesday Stud!

Anyone want a ride? Nice and slippery!