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October 6, 2012
Yet More Ink, Sweat and Tears - Release Day!
Hi everyone!
Today is the release day of Yet More Ink, Sweat and Tears, the last book in my Ink, Sweat and Tears series about sexy tattoo artist Caelan and hunky tax accountant Dean! And it’s currently offered at a discount – good, eh?
Here’s what happens in this part of Caelan and Dean’s story:
Yet again, Caelan and Dean’s relationship is put to the test as old dreams get shattered, new dreams are built, and loose ends are tied up.
Caelan and Dean’s relationship is yet again put to the test by the ups and downs of life. Caelan is forced to take an extended time off his beloved job as a tattoo artist due to an injury and Dean finds his dreams of a quiet office job and a peaceful suburban home about to be shattered once and for all. While Caelan is struggling along on the road to recovery, Dean seizes his chance and snatches him away on a long-overdue holiday. Although he is hoping that this change of scenery may just be what his husband needs to tie up a few loose ends in his life, Dean is surprised by the outcome.
Back home, they find that there are yet more pieces waiting to fall into place and that sometimes, when dreams get shattered, new dreams can be built on the ruins of the old ones.
Click here to go directly to the publisher’s site www.bookstrand.com/yet-more-ink-sweat-and-tears
Or keep reading and enjoy these two excerpts:
Story Excerpt (G)
Dean sighed. Strange what you started thinking about when your thoughts were left to roam freely. He got up and went to the kitchen to check everything once again. The food smelled delicious and a well-chilled bottle of fruity Chardonnay sat in its cooler. Beads of condensation were collecting on its sleek outside, lending it a glossy wet sheen like the perspiration on a lover’s exhausted body after a night full of passion. Dean huffed sarcastically. If only.
The table was laid and he’d even dug out the pristine white table cloth his mother had given them—as a wedding present, no less. It had never been used and, in all probability, would never have been used, but the sight of the polished kitchen table had become a painful reminder of what had happened on it during that significant evening a couple of weeks ago. Not that it was to blame as such. The disc in Caelan’s back could have herniated any time, but now the connection was there in both of their minds.
Of course, Dean could have chosen their formal dining room as the setting for his plan instead, but the big, carefully decorated space was just too…well, formal. It would serve well to host a group of friends or, more likely, Dean’s parents when they came to visit, but it wasn’t the place for an intimate, candlelit dinner that was supposed to set the mood for delightful things to come.
Just as he was stirring the sauce once more, Dean heard the scratching of a key in the front door. The sound sent a little jolt of hopeful excitement through him and yes, his cock actually gave a little twitch of anticipation. The poor thing hadn’t had much fun lately and was beginning to be frighteningly easy to stir. So much so that Dean had even taken it out to play an hour earlier, just so he wouldn’t be running the risk of putting an untimely end to the evening. But touching himself just wasn’t the same as doing it with Caelan, his sinfully sexy and delightfully naughty husband. And what a sight he was.
Previous relief or not, Dean’s cock gave another curious twitch when Caelan’s slender shape appeared in the doorframe. Leaning his shoulder on it, he hesitated, sniffing the air carefully with an expression that was half-amusement, half-pleasant surprise on his beautiful face.
“Something smells nice here,” he observed. The corners of his mouth were tilted up in a faint smile and suddenly, Dean was so turned on, he could have happily forgotten all about dinner and just taken Caelan right there and then.
Instead, he cleared his throat a little awkwardly. “I was hoping it would.”
“What is it?”
“Chicken filet in a creamy lemon-and-coconut sauce with asparagus and rice.”
Caelan raised his eyebrows. “Wow. You’ve gone all out, haven’t you? What’s the special occasion?”
Dean shrugged and took a step closer to Caelan. “Nothing special,” he said quietly. “Apart from the fact that every day I get to be with you is special.”
“Oh.” Caelan looked a little surprised and self-conscious, as always when openly praised, but the soft smile was still there.
“I’d just like us to have a nice evening. Eat, drink a glass of wine, chat and relax. Think you’re up for that?”
Caelan’s gaze flicked to the stove for a moment before he looked at Dean again. This time, a hint of discomfort had crept into his striking grey-green eyes. “Well, I am quite exhausted, to be honest. Therapy was hell and I’m longing for a soak in the bath ‘cause my back aches and—”
“Caelan,” Dean said gently and closed the distance between them. Raising his hands, he cupped Caelan’s head and made him meet his eyes. “It’s just dinner. I know you’re not… comfortable with the way things are right now, but you can’t keep your distance from me forever. I love you. I don’t care if you’re a little damaged or not. Well, I mean, obviously I do care, but…Oh, you know what I’m trying to say, right?”
“Dean…” Falling silent, Caelan dropped his gaze. He didn’t quite pull away, but had gone rigid in Dean’s hold.
“Please, love. I know you’re having a hard time adapting, but avoiding me isn’t going to change anything. And it’s not as though you are disfigured or scarred or something like that.”
Caelan heaved a sigh. “No. No, I’m not disfigured, that’s right. But…” He trailed off again, biting his lip and looking troubled.
“But what?” Dean prompted.
“But I’ve changed. It won’t be like what we’re used to,” Caelan blurted out. “Hell, I’m having a fucking hard time just moving my legs and…” He closed his eyes and his voice had dropped to a shameful whisper when he added, “It… doesn’t quite work the way it used to.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t…?” Dean started but, understanding, shut up. “Oh,” he said after a moment. “You mean you…?”
Uh-huh.” Caelan nodded gravely.
Adult excerpt
“That’s my boy.” Dean grinned and sat up, leaning forwards once more to kiss the pout right off Caelan’s mouth. By the time they surfaced from an increasingly passionate tangling of tongues, Dean was feeling more than a little turned on himself. The relaxing effect of the climax he’d given his body earlier was wearing off, it seemed. He used some of the lube to slick himself up, then spread the rest of it in and around the entrance to Caelan’s body.
Caelan looked a little put out at being handled so unceremoniously, but he seemed to enjoy the touch anyway and it wasn’t as though they always took the time for a thorough foreplay either. Sometimes it was all just about a quick fuck, and right now, it was going to be about only that. Just a fuck, but there was so much more to it.
Pushing Caelan’s legs further apart, Dean made room for himself. He didn’t bother preparing Caelan any more than he already had by dipping two lube-coated fingers into him and making sure everything was nicely slick to let him slide easily. After a month, Caelan’s muscles were not quite as welcoming as they usually were, but the increase in friction would hopefully heighten the effect the stimulation had on Caelan. Besides, it would be simply cruel to tease him and make him wait even longer.
Dean gave his cock a few long, leisurely strokes to brace it for the task ahead. It was fully erect now, heavy and hot in his hand. Hard as steel, but smooth as silk to the touch. A tool designed to bring his lover the pleasure and relief he craved. Dean could only hope it would be enough.
Lowering himself, he entered Caelan’s body. There was the brief resistance of unwilling muscles, then the usual sudden jolt forwards when they yielded. Caelan gasped and twitched underneath him, readjusting his position. Dean didn’t need to ask to know why and he was only too happy to comply.
Tilting his hips, he changed the angle a few times, rubbing the sensitive head of his cock along Caelan’s insides as he singled out the right spot. He could feel the ring embedded in his flesh shift, intensifying the sensations for both him and his lover. He knew he had the position right when Caelan jerked as if electrified and let out the adorable little whimper he always seemed to make when his prostate was stimulated. After well over a year of frequent sex, Dean knew the noises Caelan made when they were at it. And he knew just what to do to draw the sounds from him he was longing to hear.
Grabbing Caelan’s hips, Dean dug his fingers into the lean-muscled flesh to hold him in place. He pulled back, almost all the way out, then slammed right back in, nailing Caelan’s gland full-on. Caelan screamed. Dean pulled out once again, repeating the motion, once, twice, then over and over again, fucking Caelan with firm, fast thrusts that had him pant with the effort it took him to keep the pace up. But it was good. So hard it nearly hurt and certainly nothing he would be able to be doing for much longer, but apparently that wasn’t necessary. Slowing down a little, he took a moment to catch his breath and watch Caelan.
Covered in sweat, Caelan was moaning almost constantly now in between snatching shallow, ragged gasps of air. His eyes were screwed shut and his head was tilted back as he was clawing the sheets in raw need, meeting each of Dean’s thrusts eagerly. For the second time that night, he was on the verge to orgasm and Dean, despite what he had planned, was right there with him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. The sights and sounds and above all, the feel of Caelan’s body throbbing with arousal underneath him were too much to bear and he could only hope that Caelan would be there with him when he went over the edge. His cock and groin were already tingling with the bittersweet burn of a beginning climax. He was faintly aware of Caelan’s dick, trapped between their bellies, spasming in a way that gave him reason to hope, then his own body required all of his attention.
Or rather, the sensations it was experiencing blocked his mind to everything but the pure, near-painful explosion in his groin that sent liquid fire through his veins and caused supernovas to burst behind his closed eyelids.
Afterwards, caught in the blissful, cleansed twilight only a strong climax could bring, Dean needed a moment to come to his senses. In fact, he could have happily just lain there forever, wrapped up tightly in Caelan’s strong arms, his face buried in the crook of his lover’s neck. He was inhaling Caelan’s warm, spicy, scent with every breath he took, and what a delicious smell it was. The smell of the man he loved, tinted with the sharp tang of male sex, sweat, and semen. Only now there was something in it that he’d never noticed before, something…
“Oh, fuck!” Caelan yelled suddenly, jerking underneath him and frantically pushing against his shoulders to make him get up.
Want more? Get it here: www.bookstrand.com/yet-more-ink-sweat-and-tears
Today is the release day of Yet More Ink, Sweat and Tears, the last book in my Ink, Sweat and Tears series about sexy tattoo artist Caelan and hunky tax accountant Dean! And it’s currently offered at a discount – good, eh?
Here’s what happens in this part of Caelan and Dean’s story:
Yet again, Caelan and Dean’s relationship is put to the test as old dreams get shattered, new dreams are built, and loose ends are tied up.Caelan and Dean’s relationship is yet again put to the test by the ups and downs of life. Caelan is forced to take an extended time off his beloved job as a tattoo artist due to an injury and Dean finds his dreams of a quiet office job and a peaceful suburban home about to be shattered once and for all. While Caelan is struggling along on the road to recovery, Dean seizes his chance and snatches him away on a long-overdue holiday. Although he is hoping that this change of scenery may just be what his husband needs to tie up a few loose ends in his life, Dean is surprised by the outcome.
Back home, they find that there are yet more pieces waiting to fall into place and that sometimes, when dreams get shattered, new dreams can be built on the ruins of the old ones.
Click here to go directly to the publisher’s site www.bookstrand.com/yet-more-ink-sweat-and-tears
Or keep reading and enjoy these two excerpts:
Story Excerpt (G)
Dean sighed. Strange what you started thinking about when your thoughts were left to roam freely. He got up and went to the kitchen to check everything once again. The food smelled delicious and a well-chilled bottle of fruity Chardonnay sat in its cooler. Beads of condensation were collecting on its sleek outside, lending it a glossy wet sheen like the perspiration on a lover’s exhausted body after a night full of passion. Dean huffed sarcastically. If only.
The table was laid and he’d even dug out the pristine white table cloth his mother had given them—as a wedding present, no less. It had never been used and, in all probability, would never have been used, but the sight of the polished kitchen table had become a painful reminder of what had happened on it during that significant evening a couple of weeks ago. Not that it was to blame as such. The disc in Caelan’s back could have herniated any time, but now the connection was there in both of their minds.
Of course, Dean could have chosen their formal dining room as the setting for his plan instead, but the big, carefully decorated space was just too…well, formal. It would serve well to host a group of friends or, more likely, Dean’s parents when they came to visit, but it wasn’t the place for an intimate, candlelit dinner that was supposed to set the mood for delightful things to come.
Just as he was stirring the sauce once more, Dean heard the scratching of a key in the front door. The sound sent a little jolt of hopeful excitement through him and yes, his cock actually gave a little twitch of anticipation. The poor thing hadn’t had much fun lately and was beginning to be frighteningly easy to stir. So much so that Dean had even taken it out to play an hour earlier, just so he wouldn’t be running the risk of putting an untimely end to the evening. But touching himself just wasn’t the same as doing it with Caelan, his sinfully sexy and delightfully naughty husband. And what a sight he was.
Previous relief or not, Dean’s cock gave another curious twitch when Caelan’s slender shape appeared in the doorframe. Leaning his shoulder on it, he hesitated, sniffing the air carefully with an expression that was half-amusement, half-pleasant surprise on his beautiful face.
“Something smells nice here,” he observed. The corners of his mouth were tilted up in a faint smile and suddenly, Dean was so turned on, he could have happily forgotten all about dinner and just taken Caelan right there and then.
Instead, he cleared his throat a little awkwardly. “I was hoping it would.”
“What is it?”
“Chicken filet in a creamy lemon-and-coconut sauce with asparagus and rice.”
Caelan raised his eyebrows. “Wow. You’ve gone all out, haven’t you? What’s the special occasion?”
Dean shrugged and took a step closer to Caelan. “Nothing special,” he said quietly. “Apart from the fact that every day I get to be with you is special.”
“Oh.” Caelan looked a little surprised and self-conscious, as always when openly praised, but the soft smile was still there.
“I’d just like us to have a nice evening. Eat, drink a glass of wine, chat and relax. Think you’re up for that?”
Caelan’s gaze flicked to the stove for a moment before he looked at Dean again. This time, a hint of discomfort had crept into his striking grey-green eyes. “Well, I am quite exhausted, to be honest. Therapy was hell and I’m longing for a soak in the bath ‘cause my back aches and—”
“Caelan,” Dean said gently and closed the distance between them. Raising his hands, he cupped Caelan’s head and made him meet his eyes. “It’s just dinner. I know you’re not… comfortable with the way things are right now, but you can’t keep your distance from me forever. I love you. I don’t care if you’re a little damaged or not. Well, I mean, obviously I do care, but…Oh, you know what I’m trying to say, right?”
“Dean…” Falling silent, Caelan dropped his gaze. He didn’t quite pull away, but had gone rigid in Dean’s hold.
“Please, love. I know you’re having a hard time adapting, but avoiding me isn’t going to change anything. And it’s not as though you are disfigured or scarred or something like that.”
Caelan heaved a sigh. “No. No, I’m not disfigured, that’s right. But…” He trailed off again, biting his lip and looking troubled.
“But what?” Dean prompted.
“But I’ve changed. It won’t be like what we’re used to,” Caelan blurted out. “Hell, I’m having a fucking hard time just moving my legs and…” He closed his eyes and his voice had dropped to a shameful whisper when he added, “It… doesn’t quite work the way it used to.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t…?” Dean started but, understanding, shut up. “Oh,” he said after a moment. “You mean you…?”
Uh-huh.” Caelan nodded gravely.
Adult excerpt
“That’s my boy.” Dean grinned and sat up, leaning forwards once more to kiss the pout right off Caelan’s mouth. By the time they surfaced from an increasingly passionate tangling of tongues, Dean was feeling more than a little turned on himself. The relaxing effect of the climax he’d given his body earlier was wearing off, it seemed. He used some of the lube to slick himself up, then spread the rest of it in and around the entrance to Caelan’s body.
Caelan looked a little put out at being handled so unceremoniously, but he seemed to enjoy the touch anyway and it wasn’t as though they always took the time for a thorough foreplay either. Sometimes it was all just about a quick fuck, and right now, it was going to be about only that. Just a fuck, but there was so much more to it.
Pushing Caelan’s legs further apart, Dean made room for himself. He didn’t bother preparing Caelan any more than he already had by dipping two lube-coated fingers into him and making sure everything was nicely slick to let him slide easily. After a month, Caelan’s muscles were not quite as welcoming as they usually were, but the increase in friction would hopefully heighten the effect the stimulation had on Caelan. Besides, it would be simply cruel to tease him and make him wait even longer.
Dean gave his cock a few long, leisurely strokes to brace it for the task ahead. It was fully erect now, heavy and hot in his hand. Hard as steel, but smooth as silk to the touch. A tool designed to bring his lover the pleasure and relief he craved. Dean could only hope it would be enough.
Lowering himself, he entered Caelan’s body. There was the brief resistance of unwilling muscles, then the usual sudden jolt forwards when they yielded. Caelan gasped and twitched underneath him, readjusting his position. Dean didn’t need to ask to know why and he was only too happy to comply.
Tilting his hips, he changed the angle a few times, rubbing the sensitive head of his cock along Caelan’s insides as he singled out the right spot. He could feel the ring embedded in his flesh shift, intensifying the sensations for both him and his lover. He knew he had the position right when Caelan jerked as if electrified and let out the adorable little whimper he always seemed to make when his prostate was stimulated. After well over a year of frequent sex, Dean knew the noises Caelan made when they were at it. And he knew just what to do to draw the sounds from him he was longing to hear.
Grabbing Caelan’s hips, Dean dug his fingers into the lean-muscled flesh to hold him in place. He pulled back, almost all the way out, then slammed right back in, nailing Caelan’s gland full-on. Caelan screamed. Dean pulled out once again, repeating the motion, once, twice, then over and over again, fucking Caelan with firm, fast thrusts that had him pant with the effort it took him to keep the pace up. But it was good. So hard it nearly hurt and certainly nothing he would be able to be doing for much longer, but apparently that wasn’t necessary. Slowing down a little, he took a moment to catch his breath and watch Caelan.
Covered in sweat, Caelan was moaning almost constantly now in between snatching shallow, ragged gasps of air. His eyes were screwed shut and his head was tilted back as he was clawing the sheets in raw need, meeting each of Dean’s thrusts eagerly. For the second time that night, he was on the verge to orgasm and Dean, despite what he had planned, was right there with him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. The sights and sounds and above all, the feel of Caelan’s body throbbing with arousal underneath him were too much to bear and he could only hope that Caelan would be there with him when he went over the edge. His cock and groin were already tingling with the bittersweet burn of a beginning climax. He was faintly aware of Caelan’s dick, trapped between their bellies, spasming in a way that gave him reason to hope, then his own body required all of his attention.
Or rather, the sensations it was experiencing blocked his mind to everything but the pure, near-painful explosion in his groin that sent liquid fire through his veins and caused supernovas to burst behind his closed eyelids.
Afterwards, caught in the blissful, cleansed twilight only a strong climax could bring, Dean needed a moment to come to his senses. In fact, he could have happily just lain there forever, wrapped up tightly in Caelan’s strong arms, his face buried in the crook of his lover’s neck. He was inhaling Caelan’s warm, spicy, scent with every breath he took, and what a delicious smell it was. The smell of the man he loved, tinted with the sharp tang of male sex, sweat, and semen. Only now there was something in it that he’d never noticed before, something…
“Oh, fuck!” Caelan yelled suddenly, jerking underneath him and frantically pushing against his shoulders to make him get up.
Want more? Get it here: www.bookstrand.com/yet-more-ink-sweat-and-tears
October 2, 2012
Wednesday Wisdoms
This one is for all the writers out there - you are not alone ;) After all, we're the ones who not only hear voices in our heads, we even write down what they're saying... “Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.”
E.L. Doctorow
E.L. Doctorow
October 1, 2012
Tuesday Teaser - Lover's Tussle by India-Jean Louwe (guest)
India-Jean Louwe starts off my new guest blog series called "Tuesday Teasers" with a seriously hot-hot-hot excerpt of her latest release Lover's Tussle - enjoy! Oh, and you might wanna keep some ice cubes within reach...
Lovers' Tussle (MFM)
Word Count: 43,905
Heat Level: SEXTREME
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Historical Paranormal Ménage a Trois, werewolves]
Being torn between a suave gentleman rogue and a dangerous unholy knave can turn any woman traitor.
Tienna Sterling is forced into a choice that is tearing her apart. Aiden James Marquis of Kendrick, the dapper gentleman cloaked in soft, dashing, pure-white fur, will steal her body and soul with sensual, sweet kisses and tender caresses. Roth Demount, the blackguard and beast, a compelling Alpha male beneath a lush gray feral coat, will force his will, demanding and conquering her passions in one fell swoop. She will have them both but the cost is high. She must uncover their secrets, defy convention, forsake her family, and eventually turn traitor.
***adult alert***
ADULT EXCERPT
He grabbed her waist and lowered her over his cock. Her pussy clenched as she was slid each delicious inch to his base. Roth held on to her, lifting her up and down until she comprehended. Her body took over as her mind went reeling toward a distant edge. But before she could take the final plunge, Roth grabbed her nipples and tweaked the tips. He rolled and pulled at the taut buds until she was forced to lower her head to his awaiting mouth.
Her annoyance at the interruption of her pumping evaporated as his tongue plunged into her mouth. The scent of her sex, the taste lingered on him. She purred deeply as she lapped at him greedily.
Aiden’s deep baritone grated across her mind like rough sand just before she felt his hands on her ass. Tienna stiffened. Her behind was open and vulnerable due to this position. As she tried to right herself, Roth’s arms looped around her. “Stay.” His command was a clear warning. “You wanted us both, Tienna.”
Panic had her rearing against his hold.
Aiden’s voice was soothing. “Hush, Tienna. You will enjoy this.”
Roth cut in, “Know what it is to have your pussy and ass filled by two cocks.”
The words were like magic. She wanted to experience this new delight. And she trusted her lovers. She melted against Roth’s hard chest, willing her heartbeat to a tamer beat.
Her action was taken as her surrender. Roth stroked her hair tenderly. “That’s a good puss. We won’t hurt you. That’s why Aiden has the honor again.”
Tienna swallowed down her tears of gratitude. Yet again her hard, unbending lover was forced to turn over the reins of his dominance for her pleasure, fearing he would hurt her. She whispered softly against his lips, “Thank you.”
The words ended on a hiss as Aiden fingered the opening of her anus. He spread her sticky moisture and massaged the stiff muscles patiently. He worried the tender tissue into pliancy before slowly sliding a finger into her. Tienna whimpered in Roth’s mouth. He fed her gentling words. “Relax, sweetheart.” His hands pulled her thighs higher against his sides, opening her further to the invasion behind.
The tip of Aiden’s cock was suddenly huge at her sensitive entrance. She cried out as he slipped the swollen tip in. Roth quickly squeezed his hand between their bodies and fingered her weeping clit. He rubbed the folds until he latched on to her tiny bud. Tienna moaned as he teased it into tautness.
Aiden used her distraction and slipped further in. Tienna froze. Her shout echoed through the dark woods. Aiden was panting hard against her nape. “Almost there, love. Just a little more.”
It was a lot more. She felt torn apart as he pushed the remainder of the way in. He held perfectly still, as did Roth. Tienna’s breath whistled out between her teeth. Her senses dipped and swayed even more alarmingly than when she’d been upside down. The burning around her impaled ass made her dizzy. She did not think she could bear any more.
But Roth lifted his hips, and his cock pumped slowly. Aiden remained motionless as Roth picked up the pace. Moisture rushed to greet his plunging cock, and Tienna was once again overwhelmed by the tide of passion.
Her eyes widened as Aiden made his first move. It was extraordinary. It was amazing. Roth’s lips curved in a devilish grin. “Does my pet like being fucked by two cocks?”
His crude words flamed the fires of desire within her. She loved it. Words deserted her, so she pushed against Aiden in need. He did not disappoint. His arms corded at her sides as he thrust into her ass with long, even strokes. Roth held her hips slightly elevated to aid his own lusty hammering.
Tienna growled and sank her teeth into Roth’s shoulder. All sense of time and purpose slipped away. All that existed was need and fulfillment. She raced with them, like predators on a hunt. Their breaths and sweat mingled as they ground against each other selfishly. Each stroke of Roth’s cock in her pussy had Tienna’s lining contracting. Every plunge of Aiden’s savage thrusting had her ass burning with fever. She yelled her delight as they rammed into her welcoming body in unison. “Oh, God, yes!”
More snippets: http://www.bookstrand.com/lovers-tussle
All India-Jean's books: http://www.bookstrand.com/india-jean-louwe
Lovers' Tussle (MFM)
Word Count: 43,905
Heat Level: SEXTREME
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Historical Paranormal Ménage a Trois, werewolves]
Being torn between a suave gentleman rogue and a dangerous unholy knave can turn any woman traitor.
Tienna Sterling is forced into a choice that is tearing her apart. Aiden James Marquis of Kendrick, the dapper gentleman cloaked in soft, dashing, pure-white fur, will steal her body and soul with sensual, sweet kisses and tender caresses. Roth Demount, the blackguard and beast, a compelling Alpha male beneath a lush gray feral coat, will force his will, demanding and conquering her passions in one fell swoop. She will have them both but the cost is high. She must uncover their secrets, defy convention, forsake her family, and eventually turn traitor.
***adult alert***
ADULT EXCERPT
He grabbed her waist and lowered her over his cock. Her pussy clenched as she was slid each delicious inch to his base. Roth held on to her, lifting her up and down until she comprehended. Her body took over as her mind went reeling toward a distant edge. But before she could take the final plunge, Roth grabbed her nipples and tweaked the tips. He rolled and pulled at the taut buds until she was forced to lower her head to his awaiting mouth.
Her annoyance at the interruption of her pumping evaporated as his tongue plunged into her mouth. The scent of her sex, the taste lingered on him. She purred deeply as she lapped at him greedily.
Aiden’s deep baritone grated across her mind like rough sand just before she felt his hands on her ass. Tienna stiffened. Her behind was open and vulnerable due to this position. As she tried to right herself, Roth’s arms looped around her. “Stay.” His command was a clear warning. “You wanted us both, Tienna.”
Panic had her rearing against his hold.
Aiden’s voice was soothing. “Hush, Tienna. You will enjoy this.”
Roth cut in, “Know what it is to have your pussy and ass filled by two cocks.”
The words were like magic. She wanted to experience this new delight. And she trusted her lovers. She melted against Roth’s hard chest, willing her heartbeat to a tamer beat.
Her action was taken as her surrender. Roth stroked her hair tenderly. “That’s a good puss. We won’t hurt you. That’s why Aiden has the honor again.”
Tienna swallowed down her tears of gratitude. Yet again her hard, unbending lover was forced to turn over the reins of his dominance for her pleasure, fearing he would hurt her. She whispered softly against his lips, “Thank you.”
The words ended on a hiss as Aiden fingered the opening of her anus. He spread her sticky moisture and massaged the stiff muscles patiently. He worried the tender tissue into pliancy before slowly sliding a finger into her. Tienna whimpered in Roth’s mouth. He fed her gentling words. “Relax, sweetheart.” His hands pulled her thighs higher against his sides, opening her further to the invasion behind.
The tip of Aiden’s cock was suddenly huge at her sensitive entrance. She cried out as he slipped the swollen tip in. Roth quickly squeezed his hand between their bodies and fingered her weeping clit. He rubbed the folds until he latched on to her tiny bud. Tienna moaned as he teased it into tautness.
Aiden used her distraction and slipped further in. Tienna froze. Her shout echoed through the dark woods. Aiden was panting hard against her nape. “Almost there, love. Just a little more.”
It was a lot more. She felt torn apart as he pushed the remainder of the way in. He held perfectly still, as did Roth. Tienna’s breath whistled out between her teeth. Her senses dipped and swayed even more alarmingly than when she’d been upside down. The burning around her impaled ass made her dizzy. She did not think she could bear any more.
But Roth lifted his hips, and his cock pumped slowly. Aiden remained motionless as Roth picked up the pace. Moisture rushed to greet his plunging cock, and Tienna was once again overwhelmed by the tide of passion.
Her eyes widened as Aiden made his first move. It was extraordinary. It was amazing. Roth’s lips curved in a devilish grin. “Does my pet like being fucked by two cocks?”
His crude words flamed the fires of desire within her. She loved it. Words deserted her, so she pushed against Aiden in need. He did not disappoint. His arms corded at her sides as he thrust into her ass with long, even strokes. Roth held her hips slightly elevated to aid his own lusty hammering.
Tienna growled and sank her teeth into Roth’s shoulder. All sense of time and purpose slipped away. All that existed was need and fulfillment. She raced with them, like predators on a hunt. Their breaths and sweat mingled as they ground against each other selfishly. Each stroke of Roth’s cock in her pussy had Tienna’s lining contracting. Every plunge of Aiden’s savage thrusting had her ass burning with fever. She yelled her delight as they rammed into her welcoming body in unison. “Oh, God, yes!”
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September 30, 2012
Manic Monday - Social Media
Welcome to my first Manic Monday. MMs (read "Manic Mondays" for once, not male/male - gosh, you've got a one-track mind *rolls eyes*) are my space to vent my spleens from now on. Not that I'd do that often. Hell, no - I do it very often. And one of the best ways to get me started is usually connected to the internet in one way or other, which is why you can expect to read a lot about website construction and the use of various software (Yes, Blogger, there will be a post just about you!), electronic gadgets and the likes.
But today, it's going to be all about social media, and here's why:
Up until very recently, my working day would look like this:
Sage snatches laptop, opens lid, presses on-button and sits down. Waits impatiently for computer to boot. Waits for Internet Explorer to launch. Waits for Yahoo! home screen to open. Checks email - you get the gist.
So far, so good. The next step would be accesses word-files and starts working on latest WIP / edits / cover questionnaire - but not anymore, no-ooo! And you know why? Uh-huh. I'm on Facebook, so for the past couple of weeks, there's been a lot of switches windows to check Facebook updates. Scribbles frantic messages on other people's walls. Ogles hunky guys and sometimes even drools a bit. Tries to figure out which one of the roughly 500 entries for Matt Bomer is the real man. Concludes he isn't on FB after all and decides to stick within the author circle. Oops, sorry, I might have got a bit sidetracked there but, uh, if you happen to know which profile page is his, you'll tell me, right? Pretty please?
So that's me and Facebook. Against my expectations, I like it. I really, really do. I enjoy the easy exchange with people, I like finding friends I would never have met in real life and I'm still in awe of the fact that some of the authors I used to secretly admire are now on my friends list. Love it. But all this chatting and keeping up-to-date, not to mention the drooling over piccies is also a huge time suck and to make matters worse, I've finally taken the step to open up a Twitter account. And you know what? I'm beginning to feel REALLY overwhelmed. How can people keep track of all the information floating around? Honestly, CAN people keep track of all the information floating around? While still getting some work done, I mean.
What's it like for you? Are you into social media and what's your playground? Facebook? Twitter? Or any of the others I have yet to explore, like Pinterest and all those I have never even heard of?
But today, it's going to be all about social media, and here's why:
Up until very recently, my working day would look like this:
Sage snatches laptop, opens lid, presses on-button and sits down. Waits impatiently for computer to boot. Waits for Internet Explorer to launch. Waits for Yahoo! home screen to open. Checks email - you get the gist.
So far, so good. The next step would be accesses word-files and starts working on latest WIP / edits / cover questionnaire - but not anymore, no-ooo! And you know why? Uh-huh. I'm on Facebook, so for the past couple of weeks, there's been a lot of switches windows to check Facebook updates. Scribbles frantic messages on other people's walls. Ogles hunky guys and sometimes even drools a bit. Tries to figure out which one of the roughly 500 entries for Matt Bomer is the real man. Concludes he isn't on FB after all and decides to stick within the author circle. Oops, sorry, I might have got a bit sidetracked there but, uh, if you happen to know which profile page is his, you'll tell me, right? Pretty please?
So that's me and Facebook. Against my expectations, I like it. I really, really do. I enjoy the easy exchange with people, I like finding friends I would never have met in real life and I'm still in awe of the fact that some of the authors I used to secretly admire are now on my friends list. Love it. But all this chatting and keeping up-to-date, not to mention the drooling over piccies is also a huge time suck and to make matters worse, I've finally taken the step to open up a Twitter account. And you know what? I'm beginning to feel REALLY overwhelmed. How can people keep track of all the information floating around? Honestly, CAN people keep track of all the information floating around? While still getting some work done, I mean.
What's it like for you? Are you into social media and what's your playground? Facebook? Twitter? Or any of the others I have yet to explore, like Pinterest and all those I have never even heard of?
September 28, 2012
Snippet from More Ink, Sweat and Tears
Here's another snippet from "More Ink, Sweat and Tears". An unspectacular moment that is still heart breaking.
“I suppose a goodnight kiss wouldn’t be appreciated?” Dean asked uncertainly several minutes later. They were lying in bed, side by side with that little, but undeniably present, space between them. Caelan turned his head with a half-resigned, half-irritated sigh and offered Dean his mouth. He so obviously didn’t want to kiss, or in fact probably any kind of further contact, be it physical or emotional, that Dean didn’t want to impose himself on him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered sadly. “I just thought maybe knowing would help you come to terms with…everything. I’m sorry I got it so wrong.” Caelan continued taking slow, deliberate breaths for a while before he answered, and when he finally spoke, his voice was hollow with carefully suppressed emotions. “You meant well.” He sighed. “I can see that, just…” He rubbed his hand across his face, pressing his thumb and index finger into the corners of his eyes. “Let’s just never talk about it again, okay?”
“I suppose a goodnight kiss wouldn’t be appreciated?” Dean asked uncertainly several minutes later. They were lying in bed, side by side with that little, but undeniably present, space between them. Caelan turned his head with a half-resigned, half-irritated sigh and offered Dean his mouth. He so obviously didn’t want to kiss, or in fact probably any kind of further contact, be it physical or emotional, that Dean didn’t want to impose himself on him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered sadly. “I just thought maybe knowing would help you come to terms with…everything. I’m sorry I got it so wrong.” Caelan continued taking slow, deliberate breaths for a while before he answered, and when he finally spoke, his voice was hollow with carefully suppressed emotions. “You meant well.” He sighed. “I can see that, just…” He rubbed his hand across his face, pressing his thumb and index finger into the corners of his eyes. “Let’s just never talk about it again, okay?”
September 25, 2012
Wednesday Wisdoms
Welcome to my first Wednesday Wisdom!
This is the space where from now on I will post quotes I like. They can be anything from brilliant things famous people said to funny remarks and possibly also some of the stuff my characters have come up with.
So, here's the first one, which is special to me because I've come across it around the time the first book in my Phoenix-series, Catching a Phoenix, released, and it's just so fitting.
“In order to rise From its own ashes
A phoenix
First
Must
Burn.”
Octavia E. Butler,
Parable of the Talents
This is the space where from now on I will post quotes I like. They can be anything from brilliant things famous people said to funny remarks and possibly also some of the stuff my characters have come up with.
So, here's the first one, which is special to me because I've come across it around the time the first book in my Phoenix-series, Catching a Phoenix, released, and it's just so fitting.
“In order to rise From its own ashes
A phoenix
First
Must
Burn.”
Octavia E. Butler,
Parable of the Talents
Tuesday Teaser - Official excerpts from "More Ink, Sweat and Tears"
What? What do you mean I never published the official excerpts from "More Ink, Sweat and Tears"? Hmm. Methinks you might have a point there, so here you go - enjoy!
More Ink, Sweat and Tears
Tattoo artist Caelan and tax accountant Dean finally tie the knot, but is their love strong enough to last?
One year into their relationship, tattoo artist Caelan and tax accountant Dean make their love official and tie the knot—er, insert the rings. Things couldn't possibly be running any better for them, but the first crack in their picture-perfect married life appears soon when Dean tries to make Caelan face his past. Abandoned by his biological parents as a baby, Caelan is far from wishing for a reunion and is extremely upset when he learns that Dean has tracked down his birth mother.
Shortly afterwards, a silly mistake costs Dean his job. His resulting feelings of inadequateness and depression are beginning to take their toll on their relationship, and Dean and Caelan have to ask themselves if the love they built on ruins is strong enough to withstand these trials. But even as they struggle along, a blow of fate neither of them saw approaching could put an end to life as they know it.
Story excerpt:
Caelan looked up from the tattoo—and the client—he was working on. When he recognised Dean, his expression lit up and the frown of total absorption that always seemed to sneak onto his face when he was working disappeared.
“Hey, love!” he greeted cheerfully and blew Dean a kiss across the room. “What a lovely surprise. I wasn’t expecting you to show up just yet. Did you take an early lunch break?”
“Hi.” Dean didn’t need to say more than the one syllable for Caelan to catch up with his mood. The smile on Caelan’s face froze and faltered, and then the frown was back on, deeper now, and born of concern, not concentration.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in a tone that had his customer, a cute, voluptuous brunette of around forty, start and look up in bewilderment.
“Nothing.”
“Uh-huh. Try telling that someone who doesn’t know you better than that. Do you want me to take a break?”
“Na, it’s okay,” Dean said, trying to sound carefree. He didn’t even know why he had come to see Caelan. Well, of course it had been the obvious thing to do. Talk to Caelan and tell him what had happened. He needed to know and after all, it concerned him as well.
But now that Dean was standing there, looking at his partner and reading apprehension written all over that beautiful face, he suddenly wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Maybe that way he could still save him from the disappointment.
“Tara, I’ll be back with you in a few minutes, okay?” Caelan told the brunette as he put the tattoo gun away and slipped off his gloves without further consideration. He winced a bit as he got up from his chair, and his movement wasn’t quite as fluent as it should have been. His back had been causing him trouble once again for quite some time now. Just as well. If it turned out that he was no longer able to do his job, they could be sitting around at home killing time together.
Caelan’s hand tightened around Dean’s elbow, making him realise that he had apparently forgotten that he was supposed to follow Caelan out of the room. Maybe that would be the solution. Refuse to go somewhere with Caelan where he would have to talk and confess to the whole, fucked-up truth.
Apparently that wasn’t an option, though. Caelan’s fingers dug into Dean’s flesh, making him wince, and his voice was sharp in Dean’s ear as he whispered, “For fuck’s sake, Dee! Stop being a baby and just move. And then tell me what happened, will you? You’re giving me the creeps!”
Half pulling, half frog-marching Dean, Caelan walked him out of the room and across the short aisle that separated the individual sections in the back area of his tattoo studio. Predictably, he took him into his small office, the only room which was equipped with a door, and made him sit on a chair.
“Talk,” he ordered, surprisingly sternly given his natural sweet-temperedness.
One word. Just one syllable, and its meaning was simple enough. And yet, Dean found it impossible to obey. His mouth had gone dry and his tongue felt like a lump of wool inside it, limp and useless.
Caelan stared at him wordlessly, confusion and helplessness mingling with the concern on his face. Eventually he raised his hands in a gesture of defeat and let out a resigned sigh.
“Fine. Have it your way. If you don’t want to talk, don’t.” Dropping to one knee in front of Dean, he took both Dean’s hands in his and looked up at him imploringly. “Just please, sweetheart, don’t act like the world is about to end, okay? I love you, and whatever has happened, we’ll see it through. I promise.”
All of a sudden, there was a second lump inside Dean’s mouth. Or rather, a knot in his throat. He tried to swallow it down, but it wouldn’t move. He tried to swallow again and ended up nearly choking on it. To his horror, he found that the lump seemed to climb up, right through his skull to the backs of his eyes where it began to sting. Badly. He watched Caelan’s beautiful face distort into a grimace of alarm and compassion. It was strangely blurry behind the veil of tears that were brimming in Dean’s eyes.
“Oh, fuck, Dee!” Caelan groaned. Still kneeling, he straightened up to wrap his arms around Dean and pull him close. “What on earth is wrong with you?” he whispered into the hair somewhere behind Dean’s ear. His voice had gone rough, and it took Dean a moment to realise that the wetness on his neck couldn’t come from his own tears.
***adult alert***
Adult excerpt:
Somehow they made it up the stairs and into their bedroom, scattering garments in their wake. Peeling Caelan out of his clothes never failed to excite Dean. He loved uncovering all those long stretches of pale skin and the black ink ornaments in it. He had traced every inch of them with his fingers and tongue, had come to know every single line by heart, but it was still alluring.
Caelan was lying in front of him, stretched out on his back. Naked and in all his tattooed glory. Kneeling between his legs, Dean devoured him with his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, hearing the awe vibrate in the deep, throaty sound of his voice.
A light frown flickered across Caelan’s face. He seemed a little self-conscious, but Dean knew that he liked flattery as much as the next guy. Except it wasn’t flattery—it was the truth. Caelan was an exquisite creature. Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, sensuous, naughty… There weren’t words enough to describe him, but best of all, he was Dean’s now. And Dean fully intended to assure them both of that fact.
Reaching out, he placed his hands on either of Caelan’s knees and followed the strong, sleek-muscled thighs upwards. Enthusiastic as always, Caelan tilted his hips. As if Dean needed reminding where Caelan wanted his touch. His rock-hard, proudly straining cock alone was waving for attention with the quiet intensity of a flag pole and Dean was tempted. Very much indeed. He noticed the beads of pre-cum glisten on the head of Caelan’s handsome cock, and already he could almost taste Caelan’s unique flavour on his tongue.
Not yet, though. He was far too excited to take Caelan so early. Chances were that he would lose the grip he’d been struggling to keep on himself for so long and topple over the edge like a randy teenager. No way was he going to risk the perfection of their wedding night by coming prematurely.
Gently stroking the smooth skin under his hands with barely more than his fingertips, Dean bypassed Caelan’s groin. Caelan promptly moaned his protest.
“Shh. We were going to take it slowly, remember?” Dean soothed and trailed his hands along the flat, hard plane of Caelan’s stomach. Those abs were really something worth lingering over but Dean let his fingers climb higher, briefly tracing the curve of Caelan’s ribcage, then he closed in on Caelan’s nipples. He pinched them simultaneously. Hard. Caelan let out a little scream of pleasure. Both small nubs filled instantly under Dean’s touch. Well, the right one did, anyway. The left one never had much choice as it was forced to always stand to attention by the metal stud in it.
Sitting up, Dean lowered his head over Caelan’s chest and flicked his tongue across the three tiny beads. Metal bead, nipple, metal bead. Caelan sucked in a breath. He loved having his nipples teased, and Dean loved playing with them. Biting down, he carefully intensified the pressure until Caelan jerked and let out a warning hiss. Dean soothed the assaulted flesh with generous caresses of his tongue, then moved on to the other nipple. That one was easier to play as it required less attention, but the effect it had on Caelan was much the same. Dean could have kept going on for much longer. And he did, alternating the gentle strokes of his tongue with the sharp grazing of his teeth, slowly but surely driving Caelan out of his mind.
“Fuck, Dee, please,” Caelan pleaded huskily after a while. “I’m too close, baby. I still want to feel you inside me—please.”
“Hmm, I think I can do that.” Dean grinned and sat back, once again enjoying the sight. Caelan’s arousal was so obvious and he looked all the more enticing for it. His fingers were clasping the sheets, desperately clinging on, and his head was tilted back as his body arched up in a long line of excitement begging to be satisfied. The truth in his words was easy to spot. He was too close already. No way could Dean prepare him for a fuck without risking to tip him over the edge. He seemed barely able to fight his orgasm as it was, so maybe a slight change of plans was required.
Wriggling down on the bed, Dean brought his head to Caelan’s groin. He wrapped his fingers around the heavy, throbbing shaft and carefully squeezed it right at the base. Caelan groaned. He didn’t like that treatment much, but it helped him hold back. At least for a few more, precious moments.
Dean flicked his tongue across the head of Caelan’s cock, gathering up those tantalising, glistening pearls of pre-cum. He was still a little hesitant, but dared himself to touch the ring. It shifted a little. Caelan’s breath hitched and Dean gathered confidence. He carefully threaded the tip of his tongue under the ring and tugged at it, lightly at first, then, when Caelan let out a long, ragged moan, a bit harder…
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More Ink, Sweat and Tears
Tattoo artist Caelan and tax accountant Dean finally tie the knot, but is their love strong enough to last?
One year into their relationship, tattoo artist Caelan and tax accountant Dean make their love official and tie the knot—er, insert the rings. Things couldn't possibly be running any better for them, but the first crack in their picture-perfect married life appears soon when Dean tries to make Caelan face his past. Abandoned by his biological parents as a baby, Caelan is far from wishing for a reunion and is extremely upset when he learns that Dean has tracked down his birth mother.
Shortly afterwards, a silly mistake costs Dean his job. His resulting feelings of inadequateness and depression are beginning to take their toll on their relationship, and Dean and Caelan have to ask themselves if the love they built on ruins is strong enough to withstand these trials. But even as they struggle along, a blow of fate neither of them saw approaching could put an end to life as they know it.
Story excerpt:
Caelan looked up from the tattoo—and the client—he was working on. When he recognised Dean, his expression lit up and the frown of total absorption that always seemed to sneak onto his face when he was working disappeared.
“Hey, love!” he greeted cheerfully and blew Dean a kiss across the room. “What a lovely surprise. I wasn’t expecting you to show up just yet. Did you take an early lunch break?”
“Hi.” Dean didn’t need to say more than the one syllable for Caelan to catch up with his mood. The smile on Caelan’s face froze and faltered, and then the frown was back on, deeper now, and born of concern, not concentration.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in a tone that had his customer, a cute, voluptuous brunette of around forty, start and look up in bewilderment.
“Nothing.”
“Uh-huh. Try telling that someone who doesn’t know you better than that. Do you want me to take a break?”
“Na, it’s okay,” Dean said, trying to sound carefree. He didn’t even know why he had come to see Caelan. Well, of course it had been the obvious thing to do. Talk to Caelan and tell him what had happened. He needed to know and after all, it concerned him as well.
But now that Dean was standing there, looking at his partner and reading apprehension written all over that beautiful face, he suddenly wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Maybe that way he could still save him from the disappointment.
“Tara, I’ll be back with you in a few minutes, okay?” Caelan told the brunette as he put the tattoo gun away and slipped off his gloves without further consideration. He winced a bit as he got up from his chair, and his movement wasn’t quite as fluent as it should have been. His back had been causing him trouble once again for quite some time now. Just as well. If it turned out that he was no longer able to do his job, they could be sitting around at home killing time together.
Caelan’s hand tightened around Dean’s elbow, making him realise that he had apparently forgotten that he was supposed to follow Caelan out of the room. Maybe that would be the solution. Refuse to go somewhere with Caelan where he would have to talk and confess to the whole, fucked-up truth.
Apparently that wasn’t an option, though. Caelan’s fingers dug into Dean’s flesh, making him wince, and his voice was sharp in Dean’s ear as he whispered, “For fuck’s sake, Dee! Stop being a baby and just move. And then tell me what happened, will you? You’re giving me the creeps!”
Half pulling, half frog-marching Dean, Caelan walked him out of the room and across the short aisle that separated the individual sections in the back area of his tattoo studio. Predictably, he took him into his small office, the only room which was equipped with a door, and made him sit on a chair.
“Talk,” he ordered, surprisingly sternly given his natural sweet-temperedness.
One word. Just one syllable, and its meaning was simple enough. And yet, Dean found it impossible to obey. His mouth had gone dry and his tongue felt like a lump of wool inside it, limp and useless.
Caelan stared at him wordlessly, confusion and helplessness mingling with the concern on his face. Eventually he raised his hands in a gesture of defeat and let out a resigned sigh.
“Fine. Have it your way. If you don’t want to talk, don’t.” Dropping to one knee in front of Dean, he took both Dean’s hands in his and looked up at him imploringly. “Just please, sweetheart, don’t act like the world is about to end, okay? I love you, and whatever has happened, we’ll see it through. I promise.”
All of a sudden, there was a second lump inside Dean’s mouth. Or rather, a knot in his throat. He tried to swallow it down, but it wouldn’t move. He tried to swallow again and ended up nearly choking on it. To his horror, he found that the lump seemed to climb up, right through his skull to the backs of his eyes where it began to sting. Badly. He watched Caelan’s beautiful face distort into a grimace of alarm and compassion. It was strangely blurry behind the veil of tears that were brimming in Dean’s eyes.
“Oh, fuck, Dee!” Caelan groaned. Still kneeling, he straightened up to wrap his arms around Dean and pull him close. “What on earth is wrong with you?” he whispered into the hair somewhere behind Dean’s ear. His voice had gone rough, and it took Dean a moment to realise that the wetness on his neck couldn’t come from his own tears.
***adult alert***
Adult excerpt:
Somehow they made it up the stairs and into their bedroom, scattering garments in their wake. Peeling Caelan out of his clothes never failed to excite Dean. He loved uncovering all those long stretches of pale skin and the black ink ornaments in it. He had traced every inch of them with his fingers and tongue, had come to know every single line by heart, but it was still alluring.
Caelan was lying in front of him, stretched out on his back. Naked and in all his tattooed glory. Kneeling between his legs, Dean devoured him with his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, hearing the awe vibrate in the deep, throaty sound of his voice.
A light frown flickered across Caelan’s face. He seemed a little self-conscious, but Dean knew that he liked flattery as much as the next guy. Except it wasn’t flattery—it was the truth. Caelan was an exquisite creature. Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, sensuous, naughty… There weren’t words enough to describe him, but best of all, he was Dean’s now. And Dean fully intended to assure them both of that fact.
Reaching out, he placed his hands on either of Caelan’s knees and followed the strong, sleek-muscled thighs upwards. Enthusiastic as always, Caelan tilted his hips. As if Dean needed reminding where Caelan wanted his touch. His rock-hard, proudly straining cock alone was waving for attention with the quiet intensity of a flag pole and Dean was tempted. Very much indeed. He noticed the beads of pre-cum glisten on the head of Caelan’s handsome cock, and already he could almost taste Caelan’s unique flavour on his tongue.
Not yet, though. He was far too excited to take Caelan so early. Chances were that he would lose the grip he’d been struggling to keep on himself for so long and topple over the edge like a randy teenager. No way was he going to risk the perfection of their wedding night by coming prematurely.
Gently stroking the smooth skin under his hands with barely more than his fingertips, Dean bypassed Caelan’s groin. Caelan promptly moaned his protest.
“Shh. We were going to take it slowly, remember?” Dean soothed and trailed his hands along the flat, hard plane of Caelan’s stomach. Those abs were really something worth lingering over but Dean let his fingers climb higher, briefly tracing the curve of Caelan’s ribcage, then he closed in on Caelan’s nipples. He pinched them simultaneously. Hard. Caelan let out a little scream of pleasure. Both small nubs filled instantly under Dean’s touch. Well, the right one did, anyway. The left one never had much choice as it was forced to always stand to attention by the metal stud in it.
Sitting up, Dean lowered his head over Caelan’s chest and flicked his tongue across the three tiny beads. Metal bead, nipple, metal bead. Caelan sucked in a breath. He loved having his nipples teased, and Dean loved playing with them. Biting down, he carefully intensified the pressure until Caelan jerked and let out a warning hiss. Dean soothed the assaulted flesh with generous caresses of his tongue, then moved on to the other nipple. That one was easier to play as it required less attention, but the effect it had on Caelan was much the same. Dean could have kept going on for much longer. And he did, alternating the gentle strokes of his tongue with the sharp grazing of his teeth, slowly but surely driving Caelan out of his mind.
“Fuck, Dee, please,” Caelan pleaded huskily after a while. “I’m too close, baby. I still want to feel you inside me—please.”
“Hmm, I think I can do that.” Dean grinned and sat back, once again enjoying the sight. Caelan’s arousal was so obvious and he looked all the more enticing for it. His fingers were clasping the sheets, desperately clinging on, and his head was tilted back as his body arched up in a long line of excitement begging to be satisfied. The truth in his words was easy to spot. He was too close already. No way could Dean prepare him for a fuck without risking to tip him over the edge. He seemed barely able to fight his orgasm as it was, so maybe a slight change of plans was required.
Wriggling down on the bed, Dean brought his head to Caelan’s groin. He wrapped his fingers around the heavy, throbbing shaft and carefully squeezed it right at the base. Caelan groaned. He didn’t like that treatment much, but it helped him hold back. At least for a few more, precious moments.
Dean flicked his tongue across the head of Caelan’s cock, gathering up those tantalising, glistening pearls of pre-cum. He was still a little hesitant, but dared himself to touch the ring. It shifted a little. Caelan’s breath hitched and Dean gathered confidence. He carefully threaded the tip of his tongue under the ring and tugged at it, lightly at first, then, when Caelan let out a long, ragged moan, a bit harder…
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September 24, 2012
I can feel a change a-coming!
...or maybe even more than one.
Those of you who have visited me on my domain www.sage-marlowe.com before have probably noticed that my webspace looks quite a bit different now - again. Yep, I've moved it. Again. My blog, which has been criminally neglected lately - again - now doubles as my website and it's going to be filled with lots of info, newsy and fun bits, so make sure to keep checking in.
The easiest way to do that of course is to subscribe by email. There's a lovely little widget which I've included on the left to help you do that. Go look and see if it works ------------------------------->>>>
If you're on Facebook, you can find me at www.facebook.com/sage.marlowe0 or www.facebook.com/sage.marlowe1
Now to the changes:
I'm going to run a bunch of theme days. Among the most exciting ones, at least for me, will be the Tuesday Teasers, starting in October. I'm hosting some of the romance world's hottest authors, so step by for sexy excerpts, nosy interviews and general ramblings of established and new authors - it's going to be fun, promise!
Of course you'll also find regular news updates on me and my WIP, as well as loads of snippets from my work which you will get only here.
So, I hope I'll get to see you around here often!
Lots of (man)love,
Sage
xxx
Those of you who have visited me on my domain www.sage-marlowe.com before have probably noticed that my webspace looks quite a bit different now - again. Yep, I've moved it. Again. My blog, which has been criminally neglected lately - again - now doubles as my website and it's going to be filled with lots of info, newsy and fun bits, so make sure to keep checking in.
The easiest way to do that of course is to subscribe by email. There's a lovely little widget which I've included on the left to help you do that. Go look and see if it works ------------------------------->>>>
If you're on Facebook, you can find me at www.facebook.com/sage.marlowe0 or www.facebook.com/sage.marlowe1
Now to the changes:
I'm going to run a bunch of theme days. Among the most exciting ones, at least for me, will be the Tuesday Teasers, starting in October. I'm hosting some of the romance world's hottest authors, so step by for sexy excerpts, nosy interviews and general ramblings of established and new authors - it's going to be fun, promise!
Of course you'll also find regular news updates on me and my WIP, as well as loads of snippets from my work which you will get only here.
So, I hope I'll get to see you around here often!
Lots of (man)love,
Sage
xxx
September 22, 2012
Exclusive excerpt from "More Ink, Sweat and Tears"
To celebrate the release of "More Ink, Sweat and Tears", I have a little treat for you:Here's an exclusive excerpt which you will find only at this spot. Enjoy Caelan and Dean doing what they're best at - cranking up the heat with their love and passion!
*** Adult content alert***
“Mmh, don’t scowl,” Caelan purred while nibbling Dean’s neck. “I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.” Trailing a hand down Dean’s stomach, he gently squeezed the enthusiastic bulge at his groin, making Dean groan with sudden need.
“I just hope this isn’t part of your regular employee motivation programme,” he grumbled, trying to stifle the moan that wanted out. Caelan’s hand on him felt good, so good. It reminded him that they hadn’t exactly been doing it a lot lately. Rekindling their passion here, in Caelan’s studio, which had been one of the first places they had ever done it in, was suitable somehow. Caelan’s mouth closed on his, caressing his lips, just as that capable hand fumbled with his fly.
“I can assure you, it’s not,” Caelan drawled huskily, lips brushing Dean’s as he spoke. “This is part of my regular making-my-husband-happy programme.”
“Oh, uh, it seems to be working,” Dean panted when Caelan dropped to his knees, eagerly undoing Dean’s fly.
“Mm-hmm, I can see that. This looks very, uh, motivated.”
Caelan’s mouth around the head of Dean’s cock felt like bliss become flesh. He would have loved to enjoy it longer, appreciate it in full, but he just couldn’t resist the urge to thrust in. Caelan took him in, let his cock slide past those sinful lips, caressing the underside with his tongue. Dean pushed in as deep as he knew Caelan could handle before he pulled back to give a careful thrust. Grunting a little, Caelan closed his lips around Dean’s shaft, applying enough suction to create a soft popping sound when Dean pulled out again.
“Let me fuck your mouth,” Dean panted, already clutching the hair on the top of Caelan’s head with the fingers of one hand while cupping his nape with the other to hold him in place. The only answer Caelan gave was to open his mouth and reach up to grab Dean’s buttocks with both hands. It wasn’t gentle, and Caelan was close to choking a few times, but it felt indescribably good. Caelan opening up like this, letting himself be used that way, made Dean shiver with lust. He’d make sure Caelan got his share of fun out of this, too. Afterwards. Now he just needed to take care of that explosive, ever-increasing pressure in his own groin.
More Ink, Sweat and Tears
MM erotic romance, contemporary / novella
release date September 22nd, 2012.
www.bookstrand.com/more-ink-sweat-and-tears
July 28, 2012
A Different Kind of Coming Out
Funny how, until very recently, I’ve never given the issue of coming out much thought although it is such an incredibly important one for so many people. Lately however, I find myself wondering what it must feel like for a queer (queer as in umbrella term for any kind of sexual orientation that is not “plain hetero”…) person to be faced with the matter of coming out to their families and friends. But there is also a different kind of coming out, which is what I’m looking at a bit more closely.
You see, I write all-male erotic romance books. To me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. It’s what I like, it’s what I’m comfortable with, so you could say, it is a part of who I am. So far, so good. Now here’s the crux. I live in a very rural area. Just to give you an idea of what I’m talking about: it took our local newspaper until last week to pick up on the success of Fifty Shades of Grey (You know, that book). The article summed up the story line in brief and, rather shamefacedly, explained a little about BDSM and a bit more about e-books, making it sound as though either was rather obscure and not altogether morally acceptable – just what I imagine the mini-skirt to have been considered as back in the days.
In other words, these are things and inclinations that exist somewhere out there, but not in this little quiet corner of the world. Needless to say, that this is the same attitude homosexuality is perceived with. Discreet looks, a whisper behind a shamefully raised hand, but not something that is accepted as just another flavour of life.
This short newspaper article reminded me all over again of what it’s like to write – and read – MM erotic romance in such an environment. I’m using an e-book reader obviously, so no-one knows what I’m up to behind the sleek black cover of that little reading device. Mind you, it’s not as though I’d be able to just walk into a bookstore around here and buy a print book of thatgenre. I’m not sure how people would react if I ordered one. Hmm, might be worth a try, just to see.
Well, anyway, I’d been reading those books for a few months before I wrote the first of my own, and contrary to what I expected, submitting to a publisher and exposing that part of myself to the eyes of complete strangers, was blissfully easy. It still is. But telling my family about what it is exactly that I’m writing about? Friends? Phew. That is a different matter entirely and yes, this is where I’m beginning to understand what it must be like for a queer person to come out. I’m also beginning to relate to my characters and what they must have been through at some point in their lives, although the matter of coming out has, until recently, never been much of a topic in my stories. It may be a smite naïve, but I don’t perceive homosexuality – or queerness – as anything other than just a way to live, so I’m finding it hard to relate to the issues some people still seem to have with it.
I have finally tackled that topic in Harlequin, which deals with a closet case. It releases today and you can find out more about it at the bottom of this post, but before you rush off to look at it, I’d love for you to linger and share your thoughts on this topic. Since you’re reading this, chances are that you enjoy the MM genre, too. What’s in it for you? How do you handle your… inclination to reading that kind of books? Do you hide behind the neutral cover of your e-book reader or would you be happy sitting on the bus or underground, or say, in your doctor’s waiting room holding a print copy in your hand with two (or more) sparsely dressed hunks on the cover? What are your thoughts as readers and how do other authors deal with this?
Harlequin - Out today on www.bookstrand.com/harlequin-sage-marlowe
How can you become a family without admitting to being a couple in the first place?
They're an unlikely couple—Harley Sinclair, pilot and openly gay, likes fast cars, easy boys, and late nights. Quinn Lancaster, lawyer and deep in the closet, likes his life quiet with just that little bit of extra spice that engaging in a ménage with his wife, Miranda, and Harley adds. Neither of them can admit that there might be more to this affair than just indecently hot sex. A lie soon breaks them apart, but when Miranda dies in an accident, Harley and Quinn are reunited by an even more unlikely couple—twin sons with different fathers. While Harley is willing to commit to the responsibility of having a family, Quinn's fear that accepting Harley at his side will destroy everything he has worked for keeps them apart. But when Harley makes the ultimate sacrifice, Quinn realizes that sometimes, what appears to be the worst case isn’t quite so bad after all… [Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, with M/F and M/M/F elements, HEA] This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, August 4th.
You see, I write all-male erotic romance books. To me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. It’s what I like, it’s what I’m comfortable with, so you could say, it is a part of who I am. So far, so good. Now here’s the crux. I live in a very rural area. Just to give you an idea of what I’m talking about: it took our local newspaper until last week to pick up on the success of Fifty Shades of Grey (You know, that book). The article summed up the story line in brief and, rather shamefacedly, explained a little about BDSM and a bit more about e-books, making it sound as though either was rather obscure and not altogether morally acceptable – just what I imagine the mini-skirt to have been considered as back in the days.
In other words, these are things and inclinations that exist somewhere out there, but not in this little quiet corner of the world. Needless to say, that this is the same attitude homosexuality is perceived with. Discreet looks, a whisper behind a shamefully raised hand, but not something that is accepted as just another flavour of life.
This short newspaper article reminded me all over again of what it’s like to write – and read – MM erotic romance in such an environment. I’m using an e-book reader obviously, so no-one knows what I’m up to behind the sleek black cover of that little reading device. Mind you, it’s not as though I’d be able to just walk into a bookstore around here and buy a print book of thatgenre. I’m not sure how people would react if I ordered one. Hmm, might be worth a try, just to see.
Well, anyway, I’d been reading those books for a few months before I wrote the first of my own, and contrary to what I expected, submitting to a publisher and exposing that part of myself to the eyes of complete strangers, was blissfully easy. It still is. But telling my family about what it is exactly that I’m writing about? Friends? Phew. That is a different matter entirely and yes, this is where I’m beginning to understand what it must be like for a queer person to come out. I’m also beginning to relate to my characters and what they must have been through at some point in their lives, although the matter of coming out has, until recently, never been much of a topic in my stories. It may be a smite naïve, but I don’t perceive homosexuality – or queerness – as anything other than just a way to live, so I’m finding it hard to relate to the issues some people still seem to have with it.
I have finally tackled that topic in Harlequin, which deals with a closet case. It releases today and you can find out more about it at the bottom of this post, but before you rush off to look at it, I’d love for you to linger and share your thoughts on this topic. Since you’re reading this, chances are that you enjoy the MM genre, too. What’s in it for you? How do you handle your… inclination to reading that kind of books? Do you hide behind the neutral cover of your e-book reader or would you be happy sitting on the bus or underground, or say, in your doctor’s waiting room holding a print copy in your hand with two (or more) sparsely dressed hunks on the cover? What are your thoughts as readers and how do other authors deal with this?
Harlequin - Out today on www.bookstrand.com/harlequin-sage-marlowe
How can you become a family without admitting to being a couple in the first place?They're an unlikely couple—Harley Sinclair, pilot and openly gay, likes fast cars, easy boys, and late nights. Quinn Lancaster, lawyer and deep in the closet, likes his life quiet with just that little bit of extra spice that engaging in a ménage with his wife, Miranda, and Harley adds. Neither of them can admit that there might be more to this affair than just indecently hot sex. A lie soon breaks them apart, but when Miranda dies in an accident, Harley and Quinn are reunited by an even more unlikely couple—twin sons with different fathers. While Harley is willing to commit to the responsibility of having a family, Quinn's fear that accepting Harley at his side will destroy everything he has worked for keeps them apart. But when Harley makes the ultimate sacrifice, Quinn realizes that sometimes, what appears to be the worst case isn’t quite so bad after all… [Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, with M/F and M/M/F elements, HEA] This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, August 4th.
