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A Hot Man and a Quickie #3 FREE READ (m/m)

First things first. The Hot Man:


Male model John Quinlan modeling for Perry Ellis. You know a man's smokin' when he looks just as yummy clothed as not.
ATTN: Romance writers, John would love to be on top...of your next romance cover. http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/ http://www.johnquinlan.org/ http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan



The Quickie: Excerpt from Using Broken Wings to Fly
 Read this story now! FREE READ Written for the Love is Always Write Event, hosted by the M/M Romance group on Goodreads. Simply ask to join the group, and read the story for free! Send me a friend request while you're there :)

"Help me, George. I need you to come to me."

George curled into a ball. Squeezing his knees to his chest, he dug his fingers into his jeans, unable to close his mind to the horrific visions racing through his head. Not his usual visions, where he saw young soldiers he knew being blown apart by IED's, but every bit as sickening.

"I guess the gay porn channel was asking too much?" he groaned. Then everything went black.
Wanna see the trailer on YouTube first?


In other news, Soft Sounds of Pleasure received a 4.5/5.0 review  from Tyra's Book Addiction.

Bride in Corset ~ another poem by Laura Dominguez

My friend Laura continues to be inspired by corset images and has once again graciously consented to let me post her latest, inspired by the image below.



Quietly sits contemplating, 
Embraced by niveous satin, taut silk ribbons, her center sensually confined Aches to touch but for long laced satin gloves, instead her eyes close, images of her lover to pulsate her..


Future betrothed safely sequestered, nuptials soon to begin ...thoughts of unwelcomed kindnesses invade, interrupted, she stares through the wall.


Lover's fingers secretly approach, erecting her instantly; they tug a sweet greeting at her long ribbon’s tongue, she quivers a response.


She turns to offer him her own, Kisses his lips, she tenderly kisses his eyes too, as all the best lovers do. He breathes her in, "I’ve come to take you.”by Laura Dominguez


Happy 4th of July!

What Made Her Special ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six more sentences from Soft Sounds of Pleasure.
The realization dawned on him then that part of what made her so fucking special was her loyalty to her man. He and his brothers got propositioned by neglected housewives all the time, but Lila's very inaccessibility had fueled his fantasies. The knowledge that she was forbidden and utterly beyond reach made was part of what had made her prime thought-fuck material. Somehow, her brazen offer angered him, because her shamelessness seemed to dull her bright image in his head, but he was damned if he'd turn down this chance to fuck her. Lust overlaid with his ire made his voice ragged.    "If I'm reading you correctly, you'll be the recipient. Where's Pete?" 


Thank you for dropping in, and please follow this link to the Six Sentence Sunday blog where you'll find many more six sentences to enjoy.

4th of July Blog Hop! Win an Amazon G!ft Card, Soft Sounds of Pleasure

Welcome to my stop on the 4th of July Blog Hop!

One lucky commenter will receive a $5 gift card from Amazon US, and another will win an e-book copy of my latest release, Soft Sounds of Pleasure, the first book in the series Those Devilish De Marco Men.
"Who are the De Marco men?" you ask. They're three delicious, dark-haired brothers who operate a family garage. Men so hot and hard-bodied that women in the small southern town where they  live  have been known to disable their own cars just for the pleasure of watching one of these three bend over their engines. Their mother walked out on the family when they were small, so each brother has some sort of, shall we say, commitment issue?
Daniel, the oldest, is the one in charge, partly because of birthright, but mostly because Dan's a natural Dom. He's thirty-six and still single because if he has to settle for vanilla sex, he'll go without. In Book 2, Wildly Inappropriate, due out this fall, Daniel finds not only the woman who tempts him to do something wildly inappropriate in order to have her, but learns the shocking answer to the question of why their mother abandoned them as children. 
Eric is the jokester and the brother who's dated every woman in town. His love life is best described as hit-and-run. He's so sure women will abandon him the way his mother did, he's always the first one out the door. Dan and Colton tease him a lot, and Eric plays the clown to hide his lingering hurt at being left behind with a father who became bitter and angry. Come Christmas time, Eric's going to find a woman he cannot run from, in a short story called Jingle Bells and the Last Oil Filter.
But right now, I'd like you to meet Colton, the youngest. Now twenty-nine, he's had a serious thing for forty-year-old, married Lila Walker ever since he was nineteen. When Colton learns her husband has died, he's prepared to do whatever it takes to convince Lila he can be more than her boy toy. He has a few obstacles. You see, their youngest sister Sarah has been killed and her son Jonah has come to live with Colton, since Sarah was never married and no one--not even Daniel-- knows who Jonah's father is.
When he's not sulking, Jonah wants to play baseball. Lila's only son Charlie played baseball. He even won the state championship before he joined the Marine Corps, so Colton hopes Lila can make room in her heart not only for him, but for the orphaned child that is making life miserable  at the moment . And to hell with the fact that everyone in town thinks Lila hasn't mourned Pete long enough. Colton's decided ten years is long enough to wait to get his hands on the woman of his dreams. 
Blurb:Colton wants a home run with Lila. The bases are loaded against him: one foul nephew, one ogre-in-law, and Lila's loyal heart won't let Colton pinch-hit for her late husband. With the whole town keeping score, it's Game On.
Click here to read Chapter One.
"So, how do I win?" you ask.
This series has four books.  Since there are only three brothers:
1. Leave a comment guessing which character (mentioned above) is the focus of Book Four  2. AND a valid e-mail address.
It's that simple.
Winner will be chosen by via the Draw Straws online application, and the link to the results will be posted here. In round 1, I'll enter every commenter's name, and draw a winner for the $5 Amazon gift card. In Round 2, every remaining name will be re-entered, EXCEPT the winner of the card. So, two chances to win!
This is a huge blog hop, so don't miss visiting each author for more Amazon cards, more books and more fun! Click here to return to the host blog which will list every participating author and the prize they're offering.

Happy 4th of July! 

A Hot Man and a Quickie ~ You Know You Wanna Look #2

First things first.
The Hot Man:

Want to reach out and touch cover model John Quinlan?
http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/ http://www.johnquinlan.org/ http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan

The Quickie:  Using Broken Wings to Fly  Written for the Goodreads Love is Always Write Event  Opening lines: 

How did they expect him to retouch this damaged photo? George sighed and carefully rubbed at a spot. Great, this was one of Lucian LeTour’s rare remaining photos. The restorer hated feeling like he failed in his task. The photo seemed damaged beyond repair. George rubbed around the downcast eyes.


The eyes flicked upward. They stared in terror.
George lunged back in alarm.
“Help me. Please help me. They know where I hide. Help me.” 
“Help you?” Recovering, he tried to sound nonchalant, though his heart hammered louder than the cranky pump in the film-processing darkroom. “I think I’ll pass. I have my hands full right now. My ex-wife calls twice a day, just checking to see if I’ve gotten over being gay, my son ignores me, and my boyfriend, who by the way, just bought a pair of pink leather oxfords, wants a fucking commitment. So, I’m tied up at the moment, but I’ll have my people get back to you.”
Not that he had "people" anymore, since becoming a falling-down drunk led to being fired from his spot on a national news show, but what the fuck, it wasn't as if the angel was real. Since Afghanistan, George saw all kinds of shit that wasn't real.


Have a great weekend, and thanks for dropping in.

A Hot Man and a Quickie You Know You Wanna Look #2

First things first.
The Hot Man:

Want to reach out and touch cover model John Quinlan?
http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/ http://www.johnquinlan.org/ http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan

The Quickie:  Using Broken Wings to Fly  Written for the Goodreads Love is Always Write Event  Opening lines: 

How did they expect him to retouch this damaged photo? George sighed and carefully rubbed at a spot. Great, this was one of Lucian LeTour’s rare remaining photos. The restorer hated feeling like he failed in his task. The photo seemed damaged beyond repair. George rubbed around the downcast eyes.


The eyes flicked upward. They stared in terror.
George lunged back in alarm.
“Help me. Please help me. They know where I hide. Help me.” 
“Help you?” Recovering, he tried to sound nonchalant, though his heart hammered louder than the cranky pump in the film-processing darkroom. “I think I’ll pass. I have my hands full right now. My ex-wife calls twice a day, just checking to see if I’ve gotten over being gay, my son ignores me, and my boyfriend, who by the way, just bought a pair of pink leather oxfords, wants a fucking commitment. So, I’m tied up at the moment, but I’ll have my people get back to you.”
Not that he had ‘people’ anymore, since becoming a falling-down drunk led to being fired from his spot on a national news show, but what the fuck, it wasn't as if the angel was real. Since Afghanistan, George saw all kinds of shit that wasn't real.


Have a great weekend, and thanks for dropping in.

NNP Anniversary Blog Hop

Congratulations to Miss Gina Kincaid and the entire Naughty Nights Press crew for their first year. I'm fortunate enough to count myself among their authors, and delighted to participate in their First Anniversary Blog Hop! As part of the festivities, I'll be giving two random commenters a copy of my latest e-book release, Soft Sounds of Pleasure. All you need do for a chance to win is leave a comment and an e-mail address. Winner will be chosen at the end of the hop by the Draw Straws online application, and the link to the result will be posted. I will notify the winner via e-mail, so be sure to leave one along with your 'hello'. That's all you have to do, easy enough, huh? 



Quickie Blurb: Colton wants a home run with Lila. The bases are loaded against him: one foul nephew, one ogre-in-law, and Lila's loyal heart won't let Colton pinch-hit for her late husband. With the whole town keeping score, it's Game On.

Full Blurb: Lila Walker has batted lead-off in Colton De Marco's fantasies for years, and now that he's stumbled upon her sunbathing in the nude, he decides to take his best swing.
Coping with her ogre-in-law, her inability to collect her late husband's life insurance, and the knowledge the entire town's counting the days she wears widow's weeds, Lila decides some between-the-sheets batting practice is just the distraction she needs—even if their sexy scrimmage won't last the summer.
But is she missing Colton's signals that he's in it to win it? And can Colton knock it out of the park with the attractive widow before his thirteen-year-old nephew's foul attitude gets him thrown out of the game?

Read Chapter One here.


Be sure and visit the other thirty-five participating authors for chances to win other great prizes. The host for this Hop, NNP is giving away  thirteen (13!) total prizes, including a Grand Prize of a Kindle Fire with two e-books from their Amazon back list, along with twelve second place prizes of a randomly-chosen e-book, also from their Amazon back list. This link will take you to the NNP host blog, where you will be able to comment for a chance to win, as well as find links to the other participant's blogs.  Thanks so much for dropping in, and Happy First Anniversary NNP! Here's to many more naughty nights together.

Ode to a Corset

Hips flared into curves so majestic & sweet,
Her chest was high and full, not able to see her feet.Her waist was a sensuous curve of blue,Satin ribbon threads that united the two."Don't stop, please go on," He responded with vigour, While she held her breath to gentlyloosen the threads, the release of endured rigor.As He on the laces his fingers did pull & press,She heard him ejaculate one word, "Success".
By Laura Dominguez

(This was originally posted by one of my friends on Facebook, and I felt it deserved to be shared.)Happy Hump Day!

Seduction ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six more from Soft Sounds of Pleasure:
True to what she probably thought of his damn gender, he hadn't spared much more than a glance at her face. Because he had her face memorized, dammit, but it was the rest of her he'd needed to see. How long had she watched him while he'd let his eyes feast on her?
But his now-jubilant cock was even more perilously close to ejecting his load as the implication behind her words sank in.He whirled around and damned if she wasn't touching herself, one pink-tipped finger slowly circling her clit, making his cock leap in his Levi's. This woman was absolute hell on his self-control.



Thanks for dropping in, and please be sure to check the official Six Sentence Sunday blog for many more sixes!

A Hot Man and a Quickie ~ You Know You Wanna Look

Thanks for checking out a new weekly feature I think I'll call A Hot Man and a Quickie.  Each week you'll get a new hot male image, and a short excerpt--really short--from one of my upcoming releases.

I received a nice e-mail from a male model who's working to break into the romance cover business. (Hawt guys in my inbox, gotta add that to the list of perks for this job.) Male model John Quinlan has done a few generic covers in order to give romance writers a peek at his, um, assets. After you click to enlarge the high-res image, enjoy a quickie from When a Soldier Cries.

First, the eye-candy: 


Find the cover shots on John's official website. (Top left hand corner, second box from the top)
Right now, all you erotica and romance writers, he's offering free use of his stock covers, so if you don't already have a character that resembles John's rugged good looks, get those fingers busy.

Other links for John Quinlan:

http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/ http://www.johnquinlan.org/ http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan


When a Soldier Cries
(Unedited Excerpt)

Major Tanner Caldwell knew the little prison shrink just fucked up his undercover op the instant he heard the first feminine shriek of outrage. Ordering his fellow Juvenile Correction Officer—a real one—to stay with the other inmates, he raced out the door of the residence hall. Running hard across the bucolic grounds of Jackson Detention Center for Boys toward the increasingly furious screams, he inwardly cursed Dr. Victoria Banks. Years in Special Ops made him immune to panic, yet he pushed himself to his limit because the juvenile offender with Dr. Banks, Evel ‘Cotton’ Covington, was a nasty piece of work. The kid was the reason Tanner was in Concord, North Carolina, posing as a JCO. Cotton’s father was the suspected leader of a bunch of home-grown terrorists calling themselves Patriots of the New Dawn. Tanner hoped to learn where the Patriots were stashing the military equipment they were stealing by getting close to the bastard’s incarcerated fifteen-year-old son. If the kid hurt the shrink and she made a report about the incident, Evel would likely be returned to a higher security prison. The little degenerate had already been in a few scrapes since he’d arrived. Undercover at the medium-security juvenile prison since the day Cotton was shipped here, Tanner had worked his ass off to get close to the little prick. It infuriated him to think that twenty-one days work and a damn good idea was about to go up in flames because of one bossy woman. The stubborn shrink refused to remain in the controlled environment of the residence hall to have her bi-weekly session with Cotton today.He didn’t have the authority to contradict Dr. Bank’s troublesome idea. He’d tried to worm his way into the shrink’s good graces, thinking she’d be a good alternate source of information on Cotton, but she treated him like toxic waste. Yeah, that was why. It wasn’t because she was a challenge to everything male in him. It sure wasn’t because she was really cute in a wholesome, girl-next-door way, with an adorable little nose dusted with freckles and odd-colored eyes so big they practically swallowed her face. It couldn’t be because she had a slim figure crowned with small round breasts he’d bet his next paycheck were so sensitive he could make her come from simply toying with them. It wasn’t because she always wore her hair pulled back so tightly and knotted that he’d spent fucking hours wondering how long it would be when he took the pins out and ran his hands through it. No, it was because she was a good source of info. Sure. Cue the sarcastic laughter and thank God his brother Tristan wasn’t here to call ‘bullshit’.Running flat out, the veteran Marine cut around the large stone gazebo anchoring the central yard of the wire-fenced facility and finally sighted the pair, both dismayed and pleased by the scene taking place. Evel kneed the Doc’s legs apart as he yelled at her, using his body to pin her hands. That sight alone made his anger jump ship from the doctor to the kid. Cotton was a rapist.