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February 10, 2015
Jane Leopold Quinn`s The Long Road to You
The Long Road To YouThe Brothers Agee - Nickby Jane Leopold Quinnhttp://amzn.com/B00SX7AR5K
My two historical western releases are my homage to the western. Their inspiration came from my love of the TV western, The Big Valley. I was/am a Nick Barkley fan. For a while I monitored a fan fiction site relating to this show. Heath was the big favorite, Jarrod fans were strong, but Nick fans were loyal. That black clothing and especially the omnipresent black gloves were somehow sexy. In Nick's case, a black Stetson didn't make him the bad guy.
My first manuscript written was The Long Road to You, and it starred a hero named Nick. Around the same time, I was listening to an Andrea Bocelli CD, Sogno, and in particular the song, 'O Mare e Tu. Its haunting minor chords, the Spanish/Arabic/Gypsy sounds put me in mind of the Flamenco. A young Anglo woman became my heroine, and she became the Flamenco dancer. You'd think a Mexican or Spanish woman would be the dancer, but I turned it around so the properly brought up and schooled American girl fell in love with the Flamenco, tried to break her bonds of propriety, and flee to escape the threat of an arranged marriage. This book became Jake and Ivy, the first in The Brothers Agee series.
Both heroes Jake and Nick were inspired, in part, by an incident in my husband's youth. The brothers were raised in an orphanage. Nick left when Jake was ten years old, and they rediscovered each other in Jake and Ivy. My heart ached for the young orphan boys.
After Jake and Ivy's happily ever after, Nick realized that he yearned to quit roaming, settle down, and find his own home. His visit to Jake's ranch brings along the discovery of the neighboring ranch owner, Margee McPherson. Margee's feistiness, independence, and beauty make Nick think of the life he needs now and how long the road has been to this place and time.
BLURB
Nick Gabriel, orphan, outlaw, reformed man, yearns for what his brother Jake has—land, a home, and best of all, a loving wife. Nick pulls a woman off a rearing horse, slamming her sexy, lithe body against his, the impetuous action setting him up to lose his heart.
Margee McPherson's whole world revolves around running the ranch her father left her and handling the creepy ranch foreman she also inherited. Years before, she'd made a mistake that ended tragically. Now, she won't allow the drifter cowboy, Nick Gabriel, to get anywhere near her no matter how tall, dark, and handsome he is, and how much she longs to be in his arms.
Both have secrets in their pasts. Will Margee's fear and guilt keep her from moving forward with her life? Nick's fallen in love with the beautiful rancher. Can he prove to her his roaming days are over? And will they survive their past secrets, finding the love they didn't know they craved?
R - RATED EXCERPT
Nick took his turn with the canteen, probably to give himself some space. She watched as avidly as he'd watched her. His lips closed around the top making her remember the feel of them on hers. When he lowered his head, their eyes met as he studied her. They were alone in the shade of a small indentation in the rock formation. There were no sounds, no breath of air, just the two of them. Dan was well out of sight. She struggled against her feelings, her desire. He was still a stranger. She knew Jake and Ivy, but that didn't mean she knew the brother, the man with a different last name.
Absently, he screwed the top back on the canteen and hooked the strap over his gun butt. Looking briefly away, as if for a reprieve, he must have realized he had to come clean. "Margee…all right, I'll tell you." But instead, he grabbed her, whipping her around, wrapping an arm around her waist. "He held her in front of him. Like this."
She glanced down. His muscled arm bound her waist. His chest and thighs pressed against her back. He was hard. Everywhere. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, hardly able to take a breath, her eyes flew wide open when he rocked his hips against her bottom.
His head dipped until his lips touched her ear. "Does this make you fear me, Margee?"
She shuddered. His warm breath flowed over her neck, her fingers clenched in his shirt sleeve.
"If he would use a woman like that, he'd do anything," Nick murmured.
Moist firm lips. She felt them brush her neck. His arm slid upward just under her breasts. His other hand closed over her shoulder. He—his hands—were so large. He staggered her, disturbed her, swamped her feelings. Even demonstrating what evil her foreman had done, she felt completely safe in Nick's arms.
No! Not safe. He could hurt her much more than physically. "Nick," she whispered.
"He squeezed and yanked her." He tightened his grip.
"Rose?" she eked out, hardly breathing.
"Yeah."
His thumb roamed up the side of her breast and brushed over its tip.
She pressed her eyes shut, suspended in the prison of his arms. "And then?"
"He was going to take her upstairs. To the—you know—to the bedrooms."
The rumble of that low, sensual voice aroused her. Shockingly, he was turning a dangerous situation into seduction.
The Brothers Agee Series --
The Long Road To You available now at Amazon - http://amzn.com/B00SX7AR5K
Jake and Ivy available now at Amazon -http://amzn.com/B00OEFC9LK
BioSensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!
My Books
Ellora's CaveLost and Found The Real Deal Indie Valentine's Day His, Hers & His The Keeper Soldier, Come Home Winning Violetta A Promise at Dawn Jake and Ivy Wooing the Librarian Home to Stay The Long Road to You
Jane Leopold Quinn My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality http://janeleopoldquinn.BlogSpot.com + https://twitter.com/jelquinnauthor Amazon Author Page
My two historical western releases are my homage to the western. Their inspiration came from my love of the TV western, The Big Valley. I was/am a Nick Barkley fan. For a while I monitored a fan fiction site relating to this show. Heath was the big favorite, Jarrod fans were strong, but Nick fans were loyal. That black clothing and especially the omnipresent black gloves were somehow sexy. In Nick's case, a black Stetson didn't make him the bad guy.
My first manuscript written was The Long Road to You, and it starred a hero named Nick. Around the same time, I was listening to an Andrea Bocelli CD, Sogno, and in particular the song, 'O Mare e Tu. Its haunting minor chords, the Spanish/Arabic/Gypsy sounds put me in mind of the Flamenco. A young Anglo woman became my heroine, and she became the Flamenco dancer. You'd think a Mexican or Spanish woman would be the dancer, but I turned it around so the properly brought up and schooled American girl fell in love with the Flamenco, tried to break her bonds of propriety, and flee to escape the threat of an arranged marriage. This book became Jake and Ivy, the first in The Brothers Agee series.
Both heroes Jake and Nick were inspired, in part, by an incident in my husband's youth. The brothers were raised in an orphanage. Nick left when Jake was ten years old, and they rediscovered each other in Jake and Ivy. My heart ached for the young orphan boys.
After Jake and Ivy's happily ever after, Nick realized that he yearned to quit roaming, settle down, and find his own home. His visit to Jake's ranch brings along the discovery of the neighboring ranch owner, Margee McPherson. Margee's feistiness, independence, and beauty make Nick think of the life he needs now and how long the road has been to this place and time.
BLURB
Nick Gabriel, orphan, outlaw, reformed man, yearns for what his brother Jake has—land, a home, and best of all, a loving wife. Nick pulls a woman off a rearing horse, slamming her sexy, lithe body against his, the impetuous action setting him up to lose his heart.
Margee McPherson's whole world revolves around running the ranch her father left her and handling the creepy ranch foreman she also inherited. Years before, she'd made a mistake that ended tragically. Now, she won't allow the drifter cowboy, Nick Gabriel, to get anywhere near her no matter how tall, dark, and handsome he is, and how much she longs to be in his arms.
Both have secrets in their pasts. Will Margee's fear and guilt keep her from moving forward with her life? Nick's fallen in love with the beautiful rancher. Can he prove to her his roaming days are over? And will they survive their past secrets, finding the love they didn't know they craved?
R - RATED EXCERPT
Nick took his turn with the canteen, probably to give himself some space. She watched as avidly as he'd watched her. His lips closed around the top making her remember the feel of them on hers. When he lowered his head, their eyes met as he studied her. They were alone in the shade of a small indentation in the rock formation. There were no sounds, no breath of air, just the two of them. Dan was well out of sight. She struggled against her feelings, her desire. He was still a stranger. She knew Jake and Ivy, but that didn't mean she knew the brother, the man with a different last name.
Absently, he screwed the top back on the canteen and hooked the strap over his gun butt. Looking briefly away, as if for a reprieve, he must have realized he had to come clean. "Margee…all right, I'll tell you." But instead, he grabbed her, whipping her around, wrapping an arm around her waist. "He held her in front of him. Like this."
She glanced down. His muscled arm bound her waist. His chest and thighs pressed against her back. He was hard. Everywhere. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, hardly able to take a breath, her eyes flew wide open when he rocked his hips against her bottom.
His head dipped until his lips touched her ear. "Does this make you fear me, Margee?"
She shuddered. His warm breath flowed over her neck, her fingers clenched in his shirt sleeve.
"If he would use a woman like that, he'd do anything," Nick murmured.
Moist firm lips. She felt them brush her neck. His arm slid upward just under her breasts. His other hand closed over her shoulder. He—his hands—were so large. He staggered her, disturbed her, swamped her feelings. Even demonstrating what evil her foreman had done, she felt completely safe in Nick's arms.
No! Not safe. He could hurt her much more than physically. "Nick," she whispered.
"He squeezed and yanked her." He tightened his grip.
"Rose?" she eked out, hardly breathing.
"Yeah."
His thumb roamed up the side of her breast and brushed over its tip.
She pressed her eyes shut, suspended in the prison of his arms. "And then?"
"He was going to take her upstairs. To the—you know—to the bedrooms."
The rumble of that low, sensual voice aroused her. Shockingly, he was turning a dangerous situation into seduction.
The Brothers Agee Series --
The Long Road To You available now at Amazon - http://amzn.com/B00SX7AR5K
Jake and Ivy available now at Amazon -http://amzn.com/B00OEFC9LK
BioSensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!
My Books
Ellora's CaveLost and Found The Real Deal Indie Valentine's Day His, Hers & His The Keeper Soldier, Come Home Winning Violetta A Promise at Dawn Jake and Ivy Wooing the Librarian Home to Stay The Long Road to You
Jane Leopold Quinn My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality http://janeleopoldquinn.BlogSpot.com + https://twitter.com/jelquinnauthor Amazon Author Page
February 9, 2015
Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt
Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
We have a picture prompt this week so the excerpt is written to reflect the image and must be three hundred words or under. Today`s excerpt is the beginning of the chapter nine for Wind in White Birch.
Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!
I was trying to spit clean the dried yolk from my son`s face. It was a lesson in exasperation for me, him, and it seemed the driver as well.
“Dana, just leave the kid alone, okay? We're not going to meet the President,” Jonah huffed. “Turn around and enjoy the ride,” he added in a softer tone.
“Yeah Mom, just leave the kid alone!” Rhett slapped his arms over his chest.
“Two against one isn`t fair,” I said, returning to face forward. The rolling countryside was a canvas of varying shades of white and gray. I imagined a luxurious table setting for two, just like the one Jonah and I shared on our first date. It helped break up the monotony of the view and made me feel fuzzy inside.
“We men have to stick together in the war against mom spit.” Jonah raised his hand for - and received - a very hearty high five from the backseat rider. Rhett cranked his red and white kids MP3 player up to dangerous ear safety levels. Jonah grabbed his travel mug of coffee with his freshly slapped hand.
“You weren`t complaining about mom spit the last time we kissed,” I muttered. The man at my left nearly spewed his mouthful of java across the windshield. I smiled smugly as Mr. Big Deer dabbed at the front of his coat.
“Damn Dana, the things you say,” he teased, reaching over to squeeze my knee. I was proud as punch. Rhett was singing along to 1985 sung by a group of kids instead of Bowling for Soup. He flatly refused to listen to the toddler songs he had loved before he went to kindergarten. I suspect some older kid (probably a third or fourth grader) teased him for his collection of Barney songs. Sometimes I wish he never had to leave my side or the innocence of time before school.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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Tuesday Tales
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We have a picture prompt this week so the excerpt is written to reflect the image and must be three hundred words or under. Today`s excerpt is the beginning of the chapter nine for Wind in White Birch.
Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!
I was trying to spit clean the dried yolk from my son`s face. It was a lesson in exasperation for me, him, and it seemed the driver as well.
“Dana, just leave the kid alone, okay? We're not going to meet the President,” Jonah huffed. “Turn around and enjoy the ride,” he added in a softer tone.
“Yeah Mom, just leave the kid alone!” Rhett slapped his arms over his chest.
“Two against one isn`t fair,” I said, returning to face forward. The rolling countryside was a canvas of varying shades of white and gray. I imagined a luxurious table setting for two, just like the one Jonah and I shared on our first date. It helped break up the monotony of the view and made me feel fuzzy inside.
“We men have to stick together in the war against mom spit.” Jonah raised his hand for - and received - a very hearty high five from the backseat rider. Rhett cranked his red and white kids MP3 player up to dangerous ear safety levels. Jonah grabbed his travel mug of coffee with his freshly slapped hand.
“You weren`t complaining about mom spit the last time we kissed,” I muttered. The man at my left nearly spewed his mouthful of java across the windshield. I smiled smugly as Mr. Big Deer dabbed at the front of his coat.
“Damn Dana, the things you say,” he teased, reaching over to squeeze my knee. I was proud as punch. Rhett was singing along to 1985 sung by a group of kids instead of Bowling for Soup. He flatly refused to listen to the toddler songs he had loved before he went to kindergarten. I suspect some older kid (probably a third or fourth grader) teased him for his collection of Barney songs. Sometimes I wish he never had to leave my side or the innocence of time before school.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*~*
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February 8, 2015
Kathleen Ann Gallagher`s Perfect for You/ Book Giveaway!
Please welcome Kathleen back to our little corner of the interweb. Today she`s here to share some info on her latest release, Perfect for You, as well as give away a copy!
Thank you to my friend Vicky Locey for inviting me today. I’m excited to announce Perfect For Her, book 2 in the City Lights Series is here! Book 2 is Angela Carnes story. She is Savannah’s best friend from book 1, Savannah’s Journey. Have you ever known when the one you're dating is perfect for you? Angela does... http://amzn.to/1CVq9BA
Best friends who work in NYC and live in NJ, work hard, play hard, and love hard. Long buried secrets and family commitment’s make keeping love difficult. The City Lights Series. (City Lights Book 1) amzn.to/YibAcT (City Lights Book 2) http://amzn.to/1CVq9BA
Perfect For Her (Book 2, City Lights Series)Energetic and motivated Angela Carnes landed her dream job in NYC, as an editor for a news show and she loves it. Her career is going much better than her love life. After a break-up with Mr. Wrong she’s determined to leave the past behind. Angela didn’t expect the best man for her friend’s wedding to be so damn hot. Dr. Eric Bradley has a body to die for, a dynamite personality, and he’s recently partnered with a medical team. What not to want? Eric is determined to have it all. He graduated from medical school top of his class, bought and renovated a house, and landed a spot in an established family practice. It is finally the time to get back into the dating world, IF the woman he wants sticks around when she learns about his situation at home. Angela and Eric discover the passion between them during the wedding preparations. Their attraction is hard to deny… Angela finds herself lost in Eric’s passionate embrace. But after the reception everything wilts. Will she be able to step aside while Eric honors his family obligations or will the lonely nights and broken promises force Angela to leave behind the man she knows is…Perfect For Her?
EXCERPT A day that started out in a frenzy had turned out to be unbelievable. Eric picked up the leather case left by the waiter and signed the bill. Angela’s stomach flipped as she anticipated the rest of the evening. She’d already been wrapped in his arms, and she imagined what it’d be like to go a step further tonight. He brought out a side of her she kept under locks with other men. His sensuality came across loud and clear. The way he moved, his intense stare, and his deep voice, aroused her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Angela couldn’t stop fantasizing about running her fingers along his chest, down to his stomach, and around his muscular thighs. He made her feel sexy, and she enjoyed her erotic daydreams. It usually took her longer to be intimate with a man. She’d been shy and reserved. Maybe it was from being burned by a men in the past. There was no denying her urge to be close to Eric. “Are you ready to leave?” She tilted her head and nodded. Angela folded her napkin and stood. Her handsome date got up, put his arm out and reached for her hand. She loved all of the attention. It felt as if she floated on air. Eric’s strong fingers cradled hers as if it was something they did all the time, and she welcomed the gesture. “Do you mind?” he asked. “No, it’s nice.” His touch was gentle and she imagined how it’d feel all over her body. Hoping he didn’t read her mind, she lifted her purse over her shoulder. She’d let him be the one to make the first move and by the way things were going, she had a hunch she’d be in his arms before their date was over. The evening held the possibility of a romantic involvement with Dr. Eric Bradley and she couldn’t remember when she’d had such strong desires. “It’s a great night to take a walk. How about it? My car is in a nearby parking lot.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.“I’d like that.”
You can find Kathleen here.https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKathleenAnnGallagher?ref=aymt_homepage_panelhttps://twitter.com/Kathleenwrites?lang=enhttp://kathleensplacetoreflect.blogspot.com/?zx=a72fe800f947f4d2http://kathleenanngallagher.weebly.com/https://plus.google.com/u/0/117606070036565136137/posts
SAVANNAH’S JOURNEY ~ BLURB
Savannah Mason is a career minded journalist who spends long hours at work, hoping to take the spot as anchor. She continues to fight for independence and refuses to allow her demanding father to take control of her life, despite his wish for her to take over his surgical practice. On her darkest day twelve years ago, she agreed to give her baby up for adoption. On her daughter’s birthday a chance encounter gives Savannah an opportunity to explore a corner of her heart she thought was lost forever.
Rob Sinclair a renowned surgeon and NY Times best-selling author has a new release and needs a promo spot on the television show, The News Stop. When he meets the assertive newswoman, desire and passion awaken his broken spirit. The last thing Savannah wants is a relationship, especially one with a divorced, doctor who happens to have two small children
When Savannah gets to conduct the interview over the senior reporter, a door opens to her future. However, first she must face the unsettled issues in her life, before she is free to accept love. A man, who seems all wrong for her, slowly weaves himself into her heart. Can he accept her when he learns about her past?
Rob’s commitment to climb the ladder of success, keeps him on the road for days at a time. How will he ever be able to trust another woman?
Savannah and Rob’s strong attraction is undeniable as they journey to a place where honesty and the power of forgiveness, can help heal the scars of the past. Will it be enough to allow them another chance for love?
**Excerpt****
She got up and slowly moved toward him. Her chest tightened with each step. As she approached him and admired his broad shoulders, it dawned on her he could be a candidate for People’s sexiest man alive. Control yourself.“I’m happy here,” she admitted. “I love it when the morning light shines on the water and it mimics fine pieces of crystal.”Rob slowly approached her. His gaze fixed on her, sent shivers from head to toe. Afraid of what might happen next, she turned away. They were too close for comfort. An electric energy surged between them. Before she could stop him, Rob reached for her and pulled her up against his chest. “You’re an amazing woman, Savannah.” His lips met hers and he cradled her head in his hands as if she was a precious jewel. It all happened so quickly, she didn’t have time to react. The warmth of his touch sent waves of heat down her stomach and in between her legs as the world stood still. When Rob’s hands moved slowly across her back, it took her to a level of arousal she never expected. She found herself spellbound by the feel of his rock hard body pressed up against her chest. All of the emotions she’d kept inside emerged when Rob held hertight. When they finally parted, she stood frozen in shock with her heart pounding and her ears ringing.His expression made him look as if he broke the law with his eyes practically popping out of his head. He quickly took a step back. “I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry for my rude behavior.”
“You weren’t rude. I didn’t stop you.”
GIVEAWAY I’m giving away an e-book copy of Perfect For Her . Comment to enter and don’t forget to leave your email address. Good Luck!
BIOKathleen is a registered nurse who lives in New Jersey with her husband and their two dogs, Luc and Chaz. Writing has been her passion since she was a young girl. Contemporary and paranormal romance are her favorites. She has three adult children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might find Kathleen on a beach down the Jersey Shore, wearing a straw hat and sipping on an iced tea, as she dreams up her next romance novel.
February 7, 2015
Lynn Townsend`s Blues
I am so excited to have Lynn here today. Not only is she one of the best writers I know, I'm honored to call her a friend. Today she`s sharing some info, and one scorching hot scene, from Blues, the second book in the Rainbow Connection series. This excerpt contains some smoking man on man love, so it is not suitable for work. If this offends, skip on over to the next blog. Lynn and I will not be greatly hurt, I promise.
Now that we have that taken care of, let`s get to two of my favorite college students, Vin and Beau!
Blurb
Rising sophomore Beau Watkins gave up everything to be with his boyfriend, Vin. Beau is disowned by his father, tormented by his brother, is rapidly running out of money, and suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. On top of that, his boyfriend seems to see Beau as little more than a live-in maid. Troubled by word of his missing father and fighting nightmares of his own, Vin Reyes turns to alcohol to drown his pain. What's worse, a handsome transfer student is a little too interested in Beau. Vin throws away everything that's made him happy with both hands, terrified of his own feelings of inadequacy.
When Vin and Beau's happily-ever-after turns into a train wreck of drinking problems, resentment, insecurity, jealousy, and violence, they both try to pick up the shattered pieces of their lives. Their mutual friends, Hector and Ann-Marie, try to help the two young men as best they can, but neither want to listen. Beau accepts a morally questionable job offer to pad his finances and Vin starts a downward spiral of self-destructive behavior that sends him right for rock bottom. Can Vin and Beau win through doubt and guilt, jealousy and recklessness, to find their place in the world?
tagline
Sometimes finding yourself means losing everything else...
Bio
Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn's interests include filk music, romance novels, octopuses, and movies with more FX than plot.
NSFW Excerpt
Vin slid his finger under the elastic of Beau's suspender-strap, using the tension to rub along Beau's chest. He lightly flicked over one nipple, then up to the collarbone. Beau closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair, throat working as he breathed. Vin leaned in, traced the line against the strap with his tongue, skimming butterfly kisses against the sensitive skin near Beau's belly. Beau sucked in a gasp, raised his hips, arching his back, pushing himself at Vin's mouth. Vin took advantage, bracketed his arms under Beau's thighs, holding Beau captive to his desire. He licked across the tender skin, then stuck his tongue into Beau's navel, grinned when Beau shuddered and cursed violently, his hands coming up to twine in Vin's hair.
"God, that feels good." Beau said.
Vin loosened his grip, kissed up Beau's lean chest. He found one nipple, suckled at the hard little bud. He pulled back the suspender strap, blew cool air on the puckered nipple, then shifted, letting the suspender snap back into place.
Beau yelped, his eyes popping open. "Jesus, Vin!" He rubbed fitfully at skin already turning brilliant red, his lower lip thrust out in an exaggerated pout.
Vin smirked, returned his attention to Beau's chest, nipping the other nipple, rolling his tongue over it.
"You are a cruel, cruel man," Beau protested. He inhaled, shivering all over with anticipation for the next stinging snap, his eyes fluttering closed.
"And you like it," Vin stated. Beau didn't respond, his whole body tensed up at the promised sensation. Vin cocked his head, studied Beau's face, the curve of his luscious mouth, the dreamy longing in his expression. At that point, he almost had to do it; he let the suspender go, the sharp smacking sound against flesh sent a jolt of wanting down Vin's spine.
"Yes," Beau hissed. Whatever restraint Beau had broke free. He lunged forward from the chair, knocking them both to the floor. He pressed his body hard against Vin's supine form, catching his hands and pinning them over Vin's head. He ravaged Vin's mouth, bruising, aching kisses. "You have too many damn clothes on."
"So, do something about it," Vin invited. He snuggled himself against Beau, felt the rub of carpet against his lower back, totally relaxing into Beau's care.
Beau squeezed Vin's wrists, then released him, working the buttons down Vin's shirt. Vin lay there, watching him with content, slitted eyes, not moving, not helping. Enjoying every burning touch, luxuriating in pleasure. "Sit up a minute, idjit," Beau scolded him, then tugged the undershirt over Vin's head when he didn't move. Beau squirmed around, sat on Vin's thighs, gazed down at him. "If you get rug burn, it's your own damn fault."
"You are so beautiful when you're worried about me," Vin said. He snagged the suspender straps again, pulled them way back --
"Don't you even!" Beau shrugged out of the straps hurriedly, the gap in his trousers more obvious.
Buy Links
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Author Links
Blog http://paidbytheweird.blogspot.com/Facebook https://www.facebook.com/LynnTownsendwriterTwitter https://twitter.com/tisfanTumblr http://tisfan.tumblr.com/
Now that we have that taken care of, let`s get to two of my favorite college students, Vin and Beau!
Blurb
Rising sophomore Beau Watkins gave up everything to be with his boyfriend, Vin. Beau is disowned by his father, tormented by his brother, is rapidly running out of money, and suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. On top of that, his boyfriend seems to see Beau as little more than a live-in maid. Troubled by word of his missing father and fighting nightmares of his own, Vin Reyes turns to alcohol to drown his pain. What's worse, a handsome transfer student is a little too interested in Beau. Vin throws away everything that's made him happy with both hands, terrified of his own feelings of inadequacy.
When Vin and Beau's happily-ever-after turns into a train wreck of drinking problems, resentment, insecurity, jealousy, and violence, they both try to pick up the shattered pieces of their lives. Their mutual friends, Hector and Ann-Marie, try to help the two young men as best they can, but neither want to listen. Beau accepts a morally questionable job offer to pad his finances and Vin starts a downward spiral of self-destructive behavior that sends him right for rock bottom. Can Vin and Beau win through doubt and guilt, jealousy and recklessness, to find their place in the world?
tagline
Sometimes finding yourself means losing everything else...
Bio
Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn's interests include filk music, romance novels, octopuses, and movies with more FX than plot.
NSFW Excerpt
Vin slid his finger under the elastic of Beau's suspender-strap, using the tension to rub along Beau's chest. He lightly flicked over one nipple, then up to the collarbone. Beau closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair, throat working as he breathed. Vin leaned in, traced the line against the strap with his tongue, skimming butterfly kisses against the sensitive skin near Beau's belly. Beau sucked in a gasp, raised his hips, arching his back, pushing himself at Vin's mouth. Vin took advantage, bracketed his arms under Beau's thighs, holding Beau captive to his desire. He licked across the tender skin, then stuck his tongue into Beau's navel, grinned when Beau shuddered and cursed violently, his hands coming up to twine in Vin's hair.
"God, that feels good." Beau said.
Vin loosened his grip, kissed up Beau's lean chest. He found one nipple, suckled at the hard little bud. He pulled back the suspender strap, blew cool air on the puckered nipple, then shifted, letting the suspender snap back into place.
Beau yelped, his eyes popping open. "Jesus, Vin!" He rubbed fitfully at skin already turning brilliant red, his lower lip thrust out in an exaggerated pout.
Vin smirked, returned his attention to Beau's chest, nipping the other nipple, rolling his tongue over it.
"You are a cruel, cruel man," Beau protested. He inhaled, shivering all over with anticipation for the next stinging snap, his eyes fluttering closed.
"And you like it," Vin stated. Beau didn't respond, his whole body tensed up at the promised sensation. Vin cocked his head, studied Beau's face, the curve of his luscious mouth, the dreamy longing in his expression. At that point, he almost had to do it; he let the suspender go, the sharp smacking sound against flesh sent a jolt of wanting down Vin's spine.
"Yes," Beau hissed. Whatever restraint Beau had broke free. He lunged forward from the chair, knocking them both to the floor. He pressed his body hard against Vin's supine form, catching his hands and pinning them over Vin's head. He ravaged Vin's mouth, bruising, aching kisses. "You have too many damn clothes on."
"So, do something about it," Vin invited. He snuggled himself against Beau, felt the rub of carpet against his lower back, totally relaxing into Beau's care.
Beau squeezed Vin's wrists, then released him, working the buttons down Vin's shirt. Vin lay there, watching him with content, slitted eyes, not moving, not helping. Enjoying every burning touch, luxuriating in pleasure. "Sit up a minute, idjit," Beau scolded him, then tugged the undershirt over Vin's head when he didn't move. Beau squirmed around, sat on Vin's thighs, gazed down at him. "If you get rug burn, it's your own damn fault."
"You are so beautiful when you're worried about me," Vin said. He snagged the suspender straps again, pulled them way back --
"Don't you even!" Beau shrugged out of the straps hurriedly, the gap in his trousers more obvious.
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Tricia Andersen`s Hard Drive
Book ReleaseHard Drive (Prequel to the Hard Drive Series)
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Release Date: January 19, 2015Publisher: Sweet Cravings Publishing ( www.sweetcravingspublishing.com )Genre: Contemporary/Sports/Sweet Romance NovelBlurb:Rising MMA star Max Thomas has it all. When a fight takes a devastating turn, will it all stay the same?
Fast rising MMA superstar Max Thomas seems to have it all for a college student – the beautiful girlfriend, the loyal best friend, the supportive parents and every agent in the area pounding down his door.
But looks can be deceiving. Tori, his girlfriend, is more concerned about his career in MMA than about him. Quinn, his best friend, is jealous of Max’s every move. And is a life in mixed martial arts what he really wants?
When Max suffers a devastating injury in the octagon, will his life and those in it stay by his side as he recovers? Or how fast will his perfect world unravel?
Excerpt One:The expo center was dark, the shadows of bodies mulling around the floor flickering on the bare concrete walls. Everything was dim except for the punishing spotlights that rained down on the octagon in the middle of the cavernous room. Seven fights had already occurred there. The ash grey mat peppered with sponsors’ logos was already smeared with someone’s blood.The whole scene made Max’s stomach churn. He was certain he was going to hurl, which would be difficult since he had hardly eaten anything in the last week so that he could be certain to make weight.He turned as a gentle hand rested on his shoulder. He met his coach’s warm brown eyes.“How are you doing, Max?”Max exhaled slowly. “Nervous as hell, Chuck.”Chuck laughed as he patted Max on the back. “Understandable. But you’ve got this. You’re more than ready.”Max looked down at his taped hands, glancing briefly at his brand-new fight shorts. “I hope you’re right, Chuck.”“Of course, I’m right. Once you get done in there, you’ll want to go back. You won’t ever want to stop fighting. Trust me. Just relax. You’re up, right after intermission. You’d better get your gear on.”Max nodded then stooped over his bag. He pulled free a pair of fingerless MMA gloves lying on top and tugged them on. He examined them briefly, silently grateful the athletic commission approved them. Any little thing was making him anxious at this point.Rustling through the rest of his belongings, he scooped out his mouth guard case and popped it open. Max slipped the chunk of rubber indented with his teeth marks into his mouth and nudged it into place with his tongue. Following Chuck, he approached the curtain and held his breath.The thudding beat of Saliva’s “Ladies and Gentlemen” echoed off the walls of the building. Max’s heart thundered along with the bass. He’d always loved this song. And now, he was walking into the cage to it. He didn’t turn as he heard the rustling of his teammates gathering behind him to escort him to his fight. Knowing they were there was enough.The quick trip from backstage to the octagon seemed to take an eternity. The officials patted Max down from head to toe then asked to see his mouth guard. He popped it between his teeth obediently then sucked it back into his mouth. Once they were satisfied, Max turned to Chuck and closed his eyes.He shivered a bit as his coach rubbed the cool petroleum jelly on his face while barking final instructions over the loud music. “Keep your hands up! Don’t stop moving! Fight smart!” Max hardly heard a word Chuck said over the pounding of his pulse. His thoughts were focused solely on what was about to happen.His stomach lurched once more. Max opened his eyes, shooting one last glance at his teammates before stepping into the metal structure. The smile from his best friend, Quinn, boosted his confidence a little.The announcer drew out the introductions a little longer than Max liked. The crowded cheered louder for his opponent than him. It didn’t surprise Max. The guy had a three-and-oh record. Max wasn’t supposed to win.Finally, the fighters were called from their respective corners to go over the rules with the referee. Max listened intently. He ignored the fact that the bald, heavily tattooed guy he was about to go to war against was staring him down, trying to psych him out. Let him try. I’m not falling for it.The ref sent the fighters back to their corners. Max bounced from the ball of one foot to the other. It was time. His heart leaped in his throat as the official shouted out, “Fight!”Max approached the center of the mat hesitantly, scanning his opponent as he did. The steel-gray eyes that met his glared as the bald fighter threw a jab. Max blocked it, readying himself for the following cross. It never came. Max frowned for a split second as the other fighter danced around. This is how he wants to do it? I don’t think so.Launching off the balls of his feet Max charged after the bald man with his fists flying. He threw jabs and crosses with lightning speed, catching the retaliation shots on his cheek and temple. None of them were enough to daze him.As his opponent raised his hands to block the blows to his face, Max dropped to one knee and lunged, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist and burrowing his head into the other fighter’s stomach. Lifting, Max dropped him onto the mat, instantly scrambling into side control. The bald man struggled for all he was worth, bucking his hips to throw Max off.It was all Max needed.He grabbed his opponent’s arm, wrenching it into a Kimora behind the fighter’s back, who tapped to the submission in seconds. Being tugged off the man by the referee, Max rocked back on his heels in disbelief.His first fight had resulted in his first win. It was amazing. Chuck was right. He already wanted more, and he hadn’t even stepped out of the octagon yet.Max’s head snapped up as he heard Chuck’s voice calling him back to the corner. He hopped to his feet and returned to the wall, watching the officials make the final decisions. It was only a matter of minutes before the ref called him back to the center of the ring and raised his arm in victory. It was an incredible feeling.
Excerpt Two:While Max devoted his time to Quinn and his own training, Tori was either nowhere to be found or content to sit on the sidelines. She never spoke a word of protest when he was too tired to come over to her place to spend the night. She actually encouraged him to rest and sleep instead of spending time with her.Max understood, but didn’t like it. He was training for his next fight. Knowing he was going to fight made her excited. He certainly didn’t want to disappoint her, even though he wished she saw him for more than his MMA skills.Between classes and rigorous training, the ten weeks of fight camp flew by. The evening before the fight, both Max and Quinn weighed in on the dot. Not that Quinn had any words of thanks for Max continuously hounding him. Instead, Quinn showed off to the rest of the team then led them away to get something to eat, leaving Max behind.It didn’t matter, though. Tori had spent the whole week making plans to pamper Max all night. She made him burgers for supper then snuggled with him as they watched his favorite comedy movies. He woke up at the crack of dawn for a jog to settle his already churning nerves, returning to Tori’s for a breakfast of eggs and bacon. Then, giving her a quick peck on the lips, Max hurried off to join the team at the fitness center to warm up before the fight.Even though Max had a record and Quinn didn’t, Max was first on the card. His stomach erupted with butterflies. Glancing over at Quinn, Max growled. Quinn was laughing and joking it up with the other guys like he didn’t have a care in the world. Max huffed as Chuck shooed him toward the curtain. It was showtime.Like before, Chuck attempted to shout to Max over the thundering music. It was the same message. “Keep your hands up! Keep moving!” And once again, Max never heard a thing the coach said. He glanced warily into the octagon. At least this guy was smaller than the last. He quickly hugged Chuck and jogged into the cage.The other fighter stared Max down as the referee barked out instructions. Max fought to roll his eyes. Not again. He hopped back to his corner as he waited for the word he was dying to hear.“Fight!”Max slowly circled his opponent, waiting for the moment to strike. Suddenly, the other fighter charged with a few blinding combos. One jab connected squarely on Max’s chin. He shook it off, ducking another cross. Sinking to his knee, he lunged for the man, wrapping his arms around the guy’s waist and dropping him to the mat.Max quickly hopped on top of his opponent. He punched at the guy, watching as the fighter covered up and rolled to his side to protect himself. Max wasted no time, catching the other fighter’s arm and hugging it tight to him. He threw his legs over the man’s side and, holding tight to the arm, lay back on the mat. Max had barely arched his back before the other fighter tapped out to the armbar.The referee separated the two men and sent them back to their corners. After a brief deliberation among the officials, Max’s arm was raised in victory.Max hurried to the back to free his hands from the tape. Quinn’s fight was up next, and he didn’t want to miss it. Throwing his hooded sweatshirt over his head and tugging it into place, he raced to join the rest to walk Quinn in. As Welcome to the Jungle blared through the exhibition center, they followed Quinn to the octagon.Watching from the curtain, Max cringed through the fight. It didn’t go well. Quinn took heavy strikes to the face and body. He was nearly choked out at the end of the first round, only surviving by the mercy of the bell.In the second round, Quinn got his lucky break when he kicked out as his opponent escaped his guard, catching the guy under the chin. The blow somehow knocked the fighter out, his body dropping unconscious to the mat long enough for the referee to call it.Max breathed a sigh of relief. His best friend had won, but Quinn looked like he had been through hell.Once they returned to the back, Max packed his bag and slipped out into the exhibition center. It didn’t take long to find Tori. She nearly jumped into his arms the second he stepped past the security guard. He melted into her embrace. “You won!” she gushed.“I shouldn’t have pushed Quinn’s fight,” Max muttered.“What? Why do you care? You’re the superstar, not Quinn.”“Because Quinn is my best friend.” Max pulled from Tori’s arms and crossed his over his chest.“Max, what is it?”“For once, Tori, I wish you would see me. Not the fighter. Me.”She stared at him for a long, hard moment. Then, she wrapped her arms around him again. For the first time since they had started dating, he could see the soft gaze of love in her eyes. “I’m sorry. He’s going to be all right. You were just trying to help. You know he appreciates you sticking up for him.”Max hugged her right this time. Smiling, he kissed her on the forehead. Finally, they were in love.
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Author’s Bio:Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex. She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations. Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children's activities.Tricia is the host of the Blog Talk Radio show Freshly Booked, a part of Writers Online Network.
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February 5, 2015
Jamie Salisbury`s Choice Affairs
Please welcome fellow Secret Cravings author, Jamie Salisbury, back! She`s dropping by to tell us all about her new release, Choice Affairs.
Choice Affairs (Book #2-Southern Heat Series)
BioWriting romance stories with passion and sass, Jamie Salisbury has seen several of her books soar to #1 on Amazon. Her novella, Tudor Rubato was a finalist in the 2012 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) awards. The cover won for Best Contemporary Cover. Now in 2014, her novel, Life and Lies was nominated for a RONE in the Erotica category. Her books are both self published and now include several published through Secret Cravings Publishing.Music, traveling and history are among her passions when not writing. Her previous career in public relations in and around the entertainment field has afforded her with a treasure trove of endless story ideas.
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Choice Affairs - Blurb Political intrigue, new marriage, dark secrets.How will Apolo and Caitlyn face the Washington fishbowl?How far can Apolo push his bride in the sensual arena?
Encore! - Excerpt Excerpt #1"Apolo, who are you calling?" I inquired, as though I didn't know."Your mother! I've been more than patient with the woman. I've overlooked things she has said or done that ordinarily I wouldn't. She was the entire reason we waited to start preparations. So that she would be safely back in Ireland. Now, less than a week out, she decides to ignore everything we implored upon her not to do. She's selfish, Caitlyn. The woman thinks of no one but herself, and it stops now."I bit my lip, trying desperately not to smile. That wouldn't be a good thing to do right now. Apolo Choice did not tolerate anyone, not even family, doing as my mother just had.He caught my amusement anyway. "What?" he bellowed, his eyes dark and menacing."Are you done ranting?""No! I'm just getting started. She has to be taught a lesson, and I know the perfect way to get her attention. While I'm doing that, I want you to get Izzie and Eloise on the line. The four of us have some meddling-mother-of-the-bride counter attacks to plan out.""What are you up to, Apolo?" I gazed warily at him as he found my mother's number and let the games begin."You'll see."That's what I was afraid of—Apolo Choice and my mother, Susan Pickett White, having a blow up mere days before our wedding. I sat, grimacing, waiting for her to pick up. Or would she? As savvy as my mother was, she was probably screening her calls, anticipating Apolo's response."Susan," he bellowed into the phone. "What in the name of hell were you thinking this morning? Going on some gossip show and telling the world every detail of our wedding. How dare you! Now, I’ve called to tell you that the ceremony is off. Thanks to you, the one day we asked for privacy has been ruined."He stood, facing me, listening to my mother pleading. He was obviously having great fun toying with her."No, you may not speak to Caitlyn. Your daughter is too distraught by your selfishness to talk to anyone at the moment. I merely thought I'd let you know first-hand that the wedding has been cancelled. But you know, come to think of it, perhaps I should have gone on one of those shows you seem to relish and announced it to the entire world. Now, if you'll excuse me."He hung up on my mother. Not many live to tell about doing that.
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February 4, 2015
Throwback Thursday Tunes
Time to punk it up! And what better band to help get us in the mood than The Ramones?
February 2, 2015
Tuesday Tales - Ring
Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!
It's time for more romance. Today we have issue eight of my multicultural romance serial Wind in White Birch. Our word prompt this week is 'Ring' Please check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!
Wind in White Birch
The next morning found me curled up with one of the handsomest men I know. He smelled like chocolate milk and sweaty boy. I hugged Rhett close and watched the sun waking up. Pinks and purples tinted the frosty pane. I didn`t recall my son crawling in with me after Jonah had left for his place across town. Andy had gotten me settled into a spare room then retired. Rhett had been placed in a bedroom that Andy`s young grandson`s used when they were here, complete with bunk beds. Must be my son woke up in a strange room and wandered around, peeking into rooms until he found me. A wonderful smell crept in the door standing ajar. I couldn`t resist. I slid from the covers and pulled a thick blue robe over my flannel pajamas. A quick trip to the small bath attached to the guest room and then I headed out, following the tendrils of freshly brewed coffee like a bloodhound on the trail of a convict. Andy was sitting at a round kitchen table sipping at coffee in a heavy ceramic mug. “Morning,” he said with a smile that showed perfect teeth. “Coffee`s ready,” he motioned at the maker on the counter with his cup. I didn`t delay in accepting his offer and soon had my own green ceramic mug of creamed and sugared. I took care to not place my mug to the table and leave a wet ring on the smooth wood.“This is delicious,” I sighed, sitting down across from him. “I mix two different kinds of roasts, but what they are is a secret,” he said with a wink. I smiled and sipped, enjoying the calm serenity of a winter morning with an old friend. “So, you and Jonah are hitting it off good?” he asked nonchalantly, his thick silver eyebrows trying not to climb up in curiosity and give him away. I swallowed and blushed, nodding gently as the heat ran to my ears. Andy seemed pleased with my reaction. “Good, good. I`m pleased he and you are seeing each other. I want you to know that there are some who will look down at you and him dating.”“Oh we`ve run into one of those already,” I frowned then relayed what happened with Rhick the previous night. Andy leaned back in his chair, saying little as the story unfolded. His robe was dark blue and as furry as his eyebrows. “Glad to hear he kept his temper mostly in check,” he said, running a hand over a face deeply etched with life. “You won`t just get that from the whites though. You may run into resentment from Native`s as well. There are lots of people that think we shouldn`t pollute our genes with white blood.”I blinked at him. “I never knew that,” I whispered into my coffee mug. “Intolerance isn`t limited to just one race,” Andy said then tipped his head when the crunch of tires could be heard out front. From somewhere under the table the pug exploded. A moment later Jonah filled the doorway, his grandfather`s dog attached to his pant leg.“Yeah, want to call off Achilles here?” Jonah grumbled, jerking his open palm at the dog tugging on him. A giggle broke free that I quickly buried in a gulp of coffee. One dark eyebrow crept up Jonah`s brow. Andy exhaled dramatically then rose with the help of his cane.“Release,” the elder Big Deer said. Achilles did as asked, his tiny tail curled up over his back saucily. Off Andy went, followed by his attack pug. I followed Jonah with my eyes as he cruised across the kitchen, his goal the coffeemaker. He was a sight to please any woman`s eye. His hair was neatly braided, his coat was on the back of Andy`s seat, his jeans were snug across his ass and thighs, and his long-sleeved blue and grey tee hugged his barrel chest nicely. I had to make myself stop staring at his backside while he poured a mug of special Big Deer brew. I focused on my coffee. His fingertips tickling across the nape of my neck made me leap.“Damn it, stop doing that!” I squeaked, coffee slopping over the side of my mug. He chortled impishly as I rose in a tiff and stalked to the sink. “Just how the hell does a man as big as you sneak around so quietly?” I asked, rubbing at my right breast with a wet sponge. “Seneca warrior blood,” he purred, one arm sliding around my waist. The sponge flew from my hand. Jonah chuckled as I sputtered in aggravation. He then ran his lips over my jugular. My fingers clamped onto the edge of the sink. “You taste good.” His words vibrated through the throbbing vein. My legs grew rubbery. “Jonah,” I whispered weakly in warning. His left hand splayed over my trembling stomach.“Dana,” he responded playfully, the edge of his teeth scraping over the delicate skin of my neck. “So sexy,” he added, licking a fiery path to my earlobe then taking the dangling little nub between his teeth. He suckled. I melted. The dots of coffee on my robe were forgotten when his hand massaged my abdomen. “You think it`s funny the man you`re dating gets attacked by a watch dog?”“A watch pug,” I corrected. “A pug is still a dog. He could have torn my ankle off.”“Good thing Andy was here to save your ankle,” I commented, leaning back into his embrace. He cinched me close into the ring of his arms. It was a lovely moment, standing at the sink, watching the sun breaking through the naked trees to turn the snow-covered yard into a shimmering blanket of diamonds. “You ready to go see what I want to show you?” he asked a few moments later. My hands were resting on the thick forearm holding me close. I shook my head. He made a boyish sound of impatience.“I haven`t even showered or had breakfast yet,” I chided, smiling at the new day. It had been far too long since I greeted a day happily held in a man`s arms. Jonah pecked my cheek before stepping away. I turned to quirk an eyebrow at him.“Go get a shower. I`ll make breakfast and wake Rhett up,” he said, already at the fridge. “Rhett should shower too,” I said, recalling the somewhat sour aroma of the bundle in my bed. Jonah waved his hand at me dismissively, his head inside the Frigidaire. “Nah just wet his head and call it good. He`s a little boy. They don`t bathe for weeks if memory serves,” he said. I wanted to argue but the view of that tight ass of his negated my maternal protests. Also, if I was being honest, I was really curious to see this big exciting secret of Jonah`s. “Okay, but he must take a bath tonight or he`s not sleeping with me,” I announced with proper motherly conviction.Jonah jerked his upper half out of the refrigerator, a carton of eggs in his big hand. “Is that one of the prerequisites for being able to sleep with you, Dana?” he inquired, his black eyes igniting as he spoke. My brain slid into the naughty zone. My tongue suddenly felt knotted. I suspected this was a game that Jonah liked to play to see just how flustered he could make me. Well, two could play at this little verbal competition.“Yes it is, why? Do you go to bed dirty?” I countered smoothly. I was so proud.“No, I`m always clean when I crawl into bed,” the man responded. “It`s what happens after I get between the sheets that makes me dirty.”Oh dear. I searched my mind for the witty repartee file. All I located was the smutty fantasy file. It was a fat file with X-rated images of Jonah and I having wicked sex wound in a damp sheet. “Part of the art of dialog is that the other person responds verbally and doesn`t just stand there, hand at throat, lips parted slightly, staring at the ceiling,” Jonah remarked a moment later. My hand fell to my side. My mouth opened and closed three times. I spun around and stomped back to my room, Jonah`s hearty laughter nipping at my heels like Achilles the watch pug.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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It's time for more romance. Today we have issue eight of my multicultural romance serial Wind in White Birch. Our word prompt this week is 'Ring' Please check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!
Wind in White Birch
The next morning found me curled up with one of the handsomest men I know. He smelled like chocolate milk and sweaty boy. I hugged Rhett close and watched the sun waking up. Pinks and purples tinted the frosty pane. I didn`t recall my son crawling in with me after Jonah had left for his place across town. Andy had gotten me settled into a spare room then retired. Rhett had been placed in a bedroom that Andy`s young grandson`s used when they were here, complete with bunk beds. Must be my son woke up in a strange room and wandered around, peeking into rooms until he found me. A wonderful smell crept in the door standing ajar. I couldn`t resist. I slid from the covers and pulled a thick blue robe over my flannel pajamas. A quick trip to the small bath attached to the guest room and then I headed out, following the tendrils of freshly brewed coffee like a bloodhound on the trail of a convict. Andy was sitting at a round kitchen table sipping at coffee in a heavy ceramic mug. “Morning,” he said with a smile that showed perfect teeth. “Coffee`s ready,” he motioned at the maker on the counter with his cup. I didn`t delay in accepting his offer and soon had my own green ceramic mug of creamed and sugared. I took care to not place my mug to the table and leave a wet ring on the smooth wood.“This is delicious,” I sighed, sitting down across from him. “I mix two different kinds of roasts, but what they are is a secret,” he said with a wink. I smiled and sipped, enjoying the calm serenity of a winter morning with an old friend. “So, you and Jonah are hitting it off good?” he asked nonchalantly, his thick silver eyebrows trying not to climb up in curiosity and give him away. I swallowed and blushed, nodding gently as the heat ran to my ears. Andy seemed pleased with my reaction. “Good, good. I`m pleased he and you are seeing each other. I want you to know that there are some who will look down at you and him dating.”“Oh we`ve run into one of those already,” I frowned then relayed what happened with Rhick the previous night. Andy leaned back in his chair, saying little as the story unfolded. His robe was dark blue and as furry as his eyebrows. “Glad to hear he kept his temper mostly in check,” he said, running a hand over a face deeply etched with life. “You won`t just get that from the whites though. You may run into resentment from Native`s as well. There are lots of people that think we shouldn`t pollute our genes with white blood.”I blinked at him. “I never knew that,” I whispered into my coffee mug. “Intolerance isn`t limited to just one race,” Andy said then tipped his head when the crunch of tires could be heard out front. From somewhere under the table the pug exploded. A moment later Jonah filled the doorway, his grandfather`s dog attached to his pant leg.“Yeah, want to call off Achilles here?” Jonah grumbled, jerking his open palm at the dog tugging on him. A giggle broke free that I quickly buried in a gulp of coffee. One dark eyebrow crept up Jonah`s brow. Andy exhaled dramatically then rose with the help of his cane.“Release,” the elder Big Deer said. Achilles did as asked, his tiny tail curled up over his back saucily. Off Andy went, followed by his attack pug. I followed Jonah with my eyes as he cruised across the kitchen, his goal the coffeemaker. He was a sight to please any woman`s eye. His hair was neatly braided, his coat was on the back of Andy`s seat, his jeans were snug across his ass and thighs, and his long-sleeved blue and grey tee hugged his barrel chest nicely. I had to make myself stop staring at his backside while he poured a mug of special Big Deer brew. I focused on my coffee. His fingertips tickling across the nape of my neck made me leap.“Damn it, stop doing that!” I squeaked, coffee slopping over the side of my mug. He chortled impishly as I rose in a tiff and stalked to the sink. “Just how the hell does a man as big as you sneak around so quietly?” I asked, rubbing at my right breast with a wet sponge. “Seneca warrior blood,” he purred, one arm sliding around my waist. The sponge flew from my hand. Jonah chuckled as I sputtered in aggravation. He then ran his lips over my jugular. My fingers clamped onto the edge of the sink. “You taste good.” His words vibrated through the throbbing vein. My legs grew rubbery. “Jonah,” I whispered weakly in warning. His left hand splayed over my trembling stomach.“Dana,” he responded playfully, the edge of his teeth scraping over the delicate skin of my neck. “So sexy,” he added, licking a fiery path to my earlobe then taking the dangling little nub between his teeth. He suckled. I melted. The dots of coffee on my robe were forgotten when his hand massaged my abdomen. “You think it`s funny the man you`re dating gets attacked by a watch dog?”“A watch pug,” I corrected. “A pug is still a dog. He could have torn my ankle off.”“Good thing Andy was here to save your ankle,” I commented, leaning back into his embrace. He cinched me close into the ring of his arms. It was a lovely moment, standing at the sink, watching the sun breaking through the naked trees to turn the snow-covered yard into a shimmering blanket of diamonds. “You ready to go see what I want to show you?” he asked a few moments later. My hands were resting on the thick forearm holding me close. I shook my head. He made a boyish sound of impatience.“I haven`t even showered or had breakfast yet,” I chided, smiling at the new day. It had been far too long since I greeted a day happily held in a man`s arms. Jonah pecked my cheek before stepping away. I turned to quirk an eyebrow at him.“Go get a shower. I`ll make breakfast and wake Rhett up,” he said, already at the fridge. “Rhett should shower too,” I said, recalling the somewhat sour aroma of the bundle in my bed. Jonah waved his hand at me dismissively, his head inside the Frigidaire. “Nah just wet his head and call it good. He`s a little boy. They don`t bathe for weeks if memory serves,” he said. I wanted to argue but the view of that tight ass of his negated my maternal protests. Also, if I was being honest, I was really curious to see this big exciting secret of Jonah`s. “Okay, but he must take a bath tonight or he`s not sleeping with me,” I announced with proper motherly conviction.Jonah jerked his upper half out of the refrigerator, a carton of eggs in his big hand. “Is that one of the prerequisites for being able to sleep with you, Dana?” he inquired, his black eyes igniting as he spoke. My brain slid into the naughty zone. My tongue suddenly felt knotted. I suspected this was a game that Jonah liked to play to see just how flustered he could make me. Well, two could play at this little verbal competition.“Yes it is, why? Do you go to bed dirty?” I countered smoothly. I was so proud.“No, I`m always clean when I crawl into bed,” the man responded. “It`s what happens after I get between the sheets that makes me dirty.”Oh dear. I searched my mind for the witty repartee file. All I located was the smutty fantasy file. It was a fat file with X-rated images of Jonah and I having wicked sex wound in a damp sheet. “Part of the art of dialog is that the other person responds verbally and doesn`t just stand there, hand at throat, lips parted slightly, staring at the ceiling,” Jonah remarked a moment later. My hand fell to my side. My mouth opened and closed three times. I spun around and stomped back to my room, Jonah`s hearty laughter nipping at my heels like Achilles the watch pug.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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Evelise Archer`s Veiled Dominance
Blurb
Shane Wise is a Dom and part owner of a popular BDSM club in Rittenhouse Square, Club Rebellion. A tumultuous past has led him to an almost perfect present, except Shane has a secret. A secret that could destroy his reputation in the world in which he loves to live-BDSM.Deacon Archer is also a Dom and part owner of Club Rebellion and he is in love with Shane Wise. Together Shane and Deacon must decide if the love they feel can withstand the scrutiny they fear, if their relationship is revealed.Can two dominants truly forge a relationship? Will secret desires open up a new world and allow Shane to be the man he was intended to be or will veiled dominance get in the way?Excerpt (Adult) Shane freed his body and mind of outside influences and absorbed the sensation. He rocked into the hits as Deacon’s strikes became more intense.Strike after strike created a feeling of euphoria. Lost in the sensation floating over his body, he couldn’t see Deacon flogging him, but he could feel it; the touch too pleasurable to tell Deacon to stop. His back and ass were on fire, a sense of desperation filled him, a slight panic churned. Yet, safe wording never crossed his mind. He needed this.His sense of sight had been taken away, he had no knowledge of where Deacon would strike next, but he knew wherever it would be, Deacon would make sure he achieved the most satisfaction.Weightless. Absorbed in the sensations that were given to him. He loved Deacon and loved how the man made him feel. Shane needed to feel, to let all his inhibitions and worries escape him.Detached, above his own mortal body, Shane began to replay his life, a movie that included fear, abandonment, friendship and love. His life had been a black and white picture show until a select few people had entered it. Deacon being one of those people that changed his world into color.The flogging stopped, but Shane still had no words. A small smile crossed his lips as Deacon soothed him with ointment; his back, ass, and the back of his upper thighs. Still suspended, his body slumped in relaxation. Shane knew Deacon would take care of his needs, he always did.Sprawled on the queen sized bed in the playroom, Shane had no recollection of Deacon carrying him, his body a puddle of goo. Although Deacon was more slender and a tad bit shorter than Shane’s six foot three inch frame, he was one strong son of a bitch. Shane relished the ache on his back and ass, but what he really looked forward to–the touch of a slippery finger probing his nether hole. Oh hell yeah, I’m about to get fucked.Shane laid on his right side with Deacon behind him as the man opened and stretched him. Fingers caressed his inner passage, massaging him. His body ached so good, the thrust of fingers sent shivers down his spine.“Please, Deacon, more.”“Patience, babe, I’ll give you what you need,” Deacon spoke softly against Shane’s neck, while gently stroking his prostate. “Nice and loose.”Shane pulled his left leg toward his chest and opened himself up to the ministrations of Deacon’s fingers, pushing his ass backwards.Deacon pulled his fingers out and Shane sighed at the emptiness, but not for long. The blunt head of Deacon’s cock probed his hole and then, pop. Deacon slid in, one smooth glide filling Shane’s channel. Shane loved the sensation of Deacon pulsing in his ass, a heartbeat in time with his own.Shane didn’t know how long they stayed in this position, but it felt like an eternity until Deacon began to move. Slowly, Deacon slid in and out, his cockhead brought to Shane’s entrance and then, with more force, back in. Shane was alive; every nerve erupted with energy as Deacon worked him over. His prostrate was stimulated, pegged on every slide in. How could he ever feel ashamed of this desire? Especially with the man who was the most important person in his life?“You need to let go, babe,” Deacon whispered. “I need you to just relax. Feel me in you, to the core, sliding in and out. Making you feel so good that nothing else matters. Nothing.”Shane moaned as he listened to Deacon’s word of encouragement. Close but still nothing. His balls churned with seed. His ass clenched as he grasped for purchase, Deacon’s dick far in him. He reached in front of himself to tug and pull, but the cock ring that Deacon had previously placed on him prohibited the desired motion.“Can’t Deacon, I need. I don’t know, but I need.” Shane sounded incoherent with a desperation that only Deacon could satisfy. He needed Deacon to release his bonds and send him over the edge.Shane thrust his head back on Deacon’s shoulders as Deacon reached for the leather strap and unbound his dick with one hand sliding up his rod and he tugged on the Prince Albert.“Come!” Deacon commanded.Shane’s animalistic cries echoed as he shot forth his seed, spewing on his chest and Deacon’s hand as the man pumped every drop out of him. Deacon thrust once, twice, three more times and spilled into his depths, reaching the very breadth of his soul. Deacon claimed him from the inside out, marking Shane once again as his, making him come alive. His friend, his lover, his life. Shane relaxed, content as his body came down from the euphoric high and the trembles subsided.This fighting had to stop. The inner turmoil damaged him physically and emotionally. His nature to be both Dom and sub, even if it was far from common, had to be reconciled. Suck it the fuck up. He could not keep fighting this shame and insecurity. Shane would discuss this with Deacon. Later. After sleep.
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February 1, 2015
Realism in Romance
Sometimes you read things that just twist your knickers. All you kind folk who visit me here know that, overall, I tend to be rather easy to get along with. I don`t fly off in rages and/or rants often However, every once in a great while, something pops up that irks me. This article, which has been floating around for a couple months in my Facebook writing and author groups, has vexed me.
25 Erotica Tropes . . .
Let me explain where I come from as an erotic romance author and reader. I don`t think those tropes need to die. I like those tropes. When I sit down to read, or write, I want fiction. I want hot, sweaty, so-amazing-the-stars-weep sex in my romance books. If I wanted cold facts and realism, I'd go read the instruction manual for my printer.
Now I am not saying that romance novels should not be factual. Hera knows that I spend hours sometimes reading over boring NHL rules, or flipping through tomes written by dead Greek poets, to ensure that my facts are straight. But we're not talking about by-laws or epic sonnets, we're talking about sex.
As a reader and writer of erotic fiction I really do want a man who is hung like a Russian racehorse, who knows how to touch, lick, fondle, and caress a woman`s body, who does not fart under the covers, roll off of me and fall instantly asleep, or insist on leaving ESPN on while receiving fellatio. We live with reality all day long. When I curl up with a book, or place my rump down to write, I want to escape the bills, barking dogs, cruel neighbors, mean in-laws, whining kids, rotten boss, cats horking up hairballs, and complaining husbands.
Whisk me away to a romantic locale. Deliver me into the arms of a man wide of shoulders and lean of waist who is always ready to rock my world. Give me a hot goalie with a thick accent and a need to ensure I am always pleased first. Fill my ears with words of passion whispered in a thick Scandinavian accent. Show me a man that makes my sex clench, my stomach flutter, my pulse quicken and my . . .
Excuse me while I step out into the snow to look at cows for just a moment.
Okay. I'm back in control. That is what I want from my erotic fiction. Maybe it`s just me. Maybe some people really do want reality in their sex scenes. What do you want from your romance novels?
25 Erotica Tropes . . .
Let me explain where I come from as an erotic romance author and reader. I don`t think those tropes need to die. I like those tropes. When I sit down to read, or write, I want fiction. I want hot, sweaty, so-amazing-the-stars-weep sex in my romance books. If I wanted cold facts and realism, I'd go read the instruction manual for my printer.
Now I am not saying that romance novels should not be factual. Hera knows that I spend hours sometimes reading over boring NHL rules, or flipping through tomes written by dead Greek poets, to ensure that my facts are straight. But we're not talking about by-laws or epic sonnets, we're talking about sex.
As a reader and writer of erotic fiction I really do want a man who is hung like a Russian racehorse, who knows how to touch, lick, fondle, and caress a woman`s body, who does not fart under the covers, roll off of me and fall instantly asleep, or insist on leaving ESPN on while receiving fellatio. We live with reality all day long. When I curl up with a book, or place my rump down to write, I want to escape the bills, barking dogs, cruel neighbors, mean in-laws, whining kids, rotten boss, cats horking up hairballs, and complaining husbands.
Whisk me away to a romantic locale. Deliver me into the arms of a man wide of shoulders and lean of waist who is always ready to rock my world. Give me a hot goalie with a thick accent and a need to ensure I am always pleased first. Fill my ears with words of passion whispered in a thick Scandinavian accent. Show me a man that makes my sex clench, my stomach flutter, my pulse quicken and my . . .
Excuse me while I step out into the snow to look at cows for just a moment.
Okay. I'm back in control. That is what I want from my erotic fiction. Maybe it`s just me. Maybe some people really do want reality in their sex scenes. What do you want from your romance novels?
