Lea Barrymire's Blog, page 36
February 18, 2013
Tattoo Tuesday- Justin Coale
Please welcome my next inked cutie... Justin Coale
Lea Note: Did you catch the metal in the nipples? No? Look again...
What was your first tattoo? Does it have meaning to you?
My first tattoo was a nautical star on my shoulder blade when I was 16. Not really a meaning to it but I just loved the stars and at that time they were “The Cool Thing” so you could imagine how I felt.
Do you have any that you regret getting?I don’t regret getting any of them because basically all of them have meaning. I have will say I have put more though process into what I get and I’m not so quick to jump the gun to get them.
Do you have any tattoos (hidden or something like that) that haven't been photographed?Funny you ask.. I have two White Tattoos on my wrist. They Say Dream and Believe in Dutch Since my grandmother is Dutch.Lea note: I LOVE finding out what tattoos mean. This is a great idea!
Do you have more tats planned?I have a full sleeve planned and a couple other random ones. Not only do they have to look awesome but places in a good spot.
Do you buy into tattoos being addictive once you start getting them?It’s not so much of an addictive thing but a very unique way to express yourself. I mean once you get inked that first time and see the end result, your physical imagine changes. There are so many things happening in your life year after year what better way than to put a tattoo on yourself to show you and others your story. When I’m 60 my story is going to be completely bad ass.Lea Note: Yes he will!
What's your plans for the immediate future? Long-term? My plan for the immediate future is to just keep my head up and live an honest life. My long term goal is going to own a gym and help as many people get the body they want without ripping people off. I love making people feel great about themselves.
What's something about yourself that most people don't know?Most people would never guess that I am a complete computer nerd! My full time job is a Information Technology Specialist. Working on computers is really relaxing to me, I just put on my head phones and start getting to it!
Where would you like people to find you?
www.facebook.com\justinjtcoale
http://followgram.me/coalealition
Go, follow him, you know you want to!
Thanks, Justin, for being a good sport and being super awesomely easy to interview.
Photography by:
Zeke Hernandez http://www.facebook.com/pages/Zeke-Photography
Jason Jaskot http://www.jtjphoto.moonfruit.com/

What was your first tattoo? Does it have meaning to you?
My first tattoo was a nautical star on my shoulder blade when I was 16. Not really a meaning to it but I just loved the stars and at that time they were “The Cool Thing” so you could imagine how I felt.

Do you have any that you regret getting?I don’t regret getting any of them because basically all of them have meaning. I have will say I have put more though process into what I get and I’m not so quick to jump the gun to get them.
Do you have any tattoos (hidden or something like that) that haven't been photographed?Funny you ask.. I have two White Tattoos on my wrist. They Say Dream and Believe in Dutch Since my grandmother is Dutch.Lea note: I LOVE finding out what tattoos mean. This is a great idea!

Do you have more tats planned?I have a full sleeve planned and a couple other random ones. Not only do they have to look awesome but places in a good spot.
Do you buy into tattoos being addictive once you start getting them?It’s not so much of an addictive thing but a very unique way to express yourself. I mean once you get inked that first time and see the end result, your physical imagine changes. There are so many things happening in your life year after year what better way than to put a tattoo on yourself to show you and others your story. When I’m 60 my story is going to be completely bad ass.Lea Note: Yes he will!

What's something about yourself that most people don't know?Most people would never guess that I am a complete computer nerd! My full time job is a Information Technology Specialist. Working on computers is really relaxing to me, I just put on my head phones and start getting to it!

Where would you like people to find you?
www.facebook.com\justinjtcoale
http://followgram.me/coalealition
Go, follow him, you know you want to!
Thanks, Justin, for being a good sport and being super awesomely easy to interview.
Photography by:
Zeke Hernandez http://www.facebook.com/pages/Zeke-Photography
Jason Jaskot http://www.jtjphoto.moonfruit.com/
Published on February 18, 2013 22:00
February 17, 2013
CBP Presents- Cara Carnes- Menage Weekend
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[image error] Please welcome Cara Carnes!
She's just released Weekend Menage from Ellora's Cave.
I had a moment to sit down with her and ask a few questions.
Cara, are you a plotter or a pantser, or a hybrid?
I’m a plotter. How intensive that plotter mentality is depends on the project. I have incredibly convoluted spreadsheets and story boards that would send a pantser into a sanitarium. I tend to trust my mind to keep things straight for smaller projects though.
What item, or items, is absolutely necessary to your writing mojo?
The notebook where I scrawl all the critical details is essential—or the spreadsheet bible that has all that info. Aside from that, all I need is a keyboard, some time and caffeine.
Do you have any rituals for writing or special locations that you prefer to inhabit when you’re writing?
Rituals? *covers sacrificial altar* No, none at all.
*sighs* Okay, I’m a smidge OCD so I use the same font when I write. My eyes can’t keep up with anything other than Book Antiqua as a type. If I write too late in the evenings I tend to take the world I’m working in to bed with me. (Go ahead, I hear the jokes coming on that one.)
I tend to write early in the mornings in my office, or in the afternoons on my laptop. I always, always edit at my desk with no music, no distractions. I must have my Synonym Finder, dictionary and series bible with me because I’d rather crawl through broken glass than irritate my editors with inconsistencies I could’ve found had I been more careful.
Right now, what items are on your desk that you’d be embarrassed to admit to?
*covers Pinky the Slinky* What? No, no. That’s not a slinky. I swear. It’s a very confused paperclip.
When I’m deep in thought or confused on something—which sadly happens A LOT—I have to be doing something with my hands. (Okay, I know. I can hear certain people reading this cackling right now.) So I have stupid handsy stuff on my desk to occupy my compulsive need to distract my brain with something random and mundane.
Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what type(s) do you lean towards?
Yes, I always have a few tracks that resonate the tone or overall vibe I want to project within the book. I tend to go toward the darker, edgier music for paranormals and more sensual works for my erotic contemporaries.
Right now I’m on an Evanescence kick.
What are you currently working on, or what’s on the horizon?
*narrows eyes* Who told you to ask that? LOL…I shamefully have way too many coals on the fire and sometimes feel as though I can’t get anything finished. I have two different paranormal works, an erotic futuristic and two erotic contemporaries. Those are the ones I’ll confess to.:)
I tend to get easily distracted with plot bunnies as they go scampering through my head. So I pause what I’m working on to “scrawl” the idea down and three chapters later…Well, I think you can get the picture.
They all get done eventually. It’s just a battle for my attention until the end.
I can tell you the 5th Pleasure Brigade is in there at the top of the heap. And a turbo hot futuristic that I’m really enjoying a lot.
Wine or beer? Beer
Beach or mountains? Mountains
Summer or Fall? Fall
How about an excerpt from Weekend Menage:
“I love how sexy your hard nipples look in this nightie,” Joe whispered. “I can’t wait to take one into my mouth and clench it between my teeth until you beg me to stop.”
Her knees buckled, pushing the finger buried in her a little deeper. She thrust forward, into Dillan’s hand. The two men groaned at her acquiescence.
Pleasure streamed from the slow rhythm Dillan set with his digit. Joe cupped her breasts and squeezed. Gratitude consumed her that the men remained silent, allowing her to slip into the spiraling ecstasy traveling her body. Focus gravitated toward Dillan’s ministrations when he added a second finger to the rhythmic pace, drilling her toward an orgasm.
Joe pinched her nipples, then ran his hands down her sides to her thighs. She shivered at the touch and wished the material weren’t separating them. Even though it was thin, it felt thick and heavy on her sensitized skin.
Then he lifted her. She gasped in shock, her eyes opening. Dillan grinned when her thighs were pulled wider apart and she was left dangling in Joe’s strong embrace. Deft fingers fucked, then rubbed her clit—drawing every stroke out with deliberate attentiveness.
Rebecca clung to each burst of pleasure, but Dillan pulled her from the edge each time she came close. “Please.”
The momentum ceased. Piercing blue so dark it’d become black captured her attention. She sighed against Dillan’s mouth when he leaned in and captured her lower lip. He suckled long enough to create a second inferno of need deep within her.
“I’m going to explode.”
Joe chuckled. “That’s the point.”
Dillan lifted her from Joe’s embrace and carried her into the bedroom. She settled into the comforter and looked up at the two men. Her skin heated under their perusal, but neither made a move to remove the thin negligee. Unsure what to do, she closed her eyes and drew her hands above her head.
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Cara is offering a great prize to one lucky winner. Enter below:
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[image error] Please welcome Cara Carnes!
She's just released Weekend Menage from Ellora's Cave.
I had a moment to sit down with her and ask a few questions.
Cara, are you a plotter or a pantser, or a hybrid?
I’m a plotter. How intensive that plotter mentality is depends on the project. I have incredibly convoluted spreadsheets and story boards that would send a pantser into a sanitarium. I tend to trust my mind to keep things straight for smaller projects though.
What item, or items, is absolutely necessary to your writing mojo?
The notebook where I scrawl all the critical details is essential—or the spreadsheet bible that has all that info. Aside from that, all I need is a keyboard, some time and caffeine.
Do you have any rituals for writing or special locations that you prefer to inhabit when you’re writing?
Rituals? *covers sacrificial altar* No, none at all.
*sighs* Okay, I’m a smidge OCD so I use the same font when I write. My eyes can’t keep up with anything other than Book Antiqua as a type. If I write too late in the evenings I tend to take the world I’m working in to bed with me. (Go ahead, I hear the jokes coming on that one.)
I tend to write early in the mornings in my office, or in the afternoons on my laptop. I always, always edit at my desk with no music, no distractions. I must have my Synonym Finder, dictionary and series bible with me because I’d rather crawl through broken glass than irritate my editors with inconsistencies I could’ve found had I been more careful.
Right now, what items are on your desk that you’d be embarrassed to admit to?
*covers Pinky the Slinky* What? No, no. That’s not a slinky. I swear. It’s a very confused paperclip.
When I’m deep in thought or confused on something—which sadly happens A LOT—I have to be doing something with my hands. (Okay, I know. I can hear certain people reading this cackling right now.) So I have stupid handsy stuff on my desk to occupy my compulsive need to distract my brain with something random and mundane.
Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what type(s) do you lean towards?
Yes, I always have a few tracks that resonate the tone or overall vibe I want to project within the book. I tend to go toward the darker, edgier music for paranormals and more sensual works for my erotic contemporaries.
Right now I’m on an Evanescence kick.
What are you currently working on, or what’s on the horizon?
*narrows eyes* Who told you to ask that? LOL…I shamefully have way too many coals on the fire and sometimes feel as though I can’t get anything finished. I have two different paranormal works, an erotic futuristic and two erotic contemporaries. Those are the ones I’ll confess to.:)
I tend to get easily distracted with plot bunnies as they go scampering through my head. So I pause what I’m working on to “scrawl” the idea down and three chapters later…Well, I think you can get the picture.
They all get done eventually. It’s just a battle for my attention until the end.
I can tell you the 5th Pleasure Brigade is in there at the top of the heap. And a turbo hot futuristic that I’m really enjoying a lot.
Wine or beer? Beer
Beach or mountains? Mountains
Summer or Fall? Fall
How about an excerpt from Weekend Menage:
“I love how sexy your hard nipples look in this nightie,” Joe whispered. “I can’t wait to take one into my mouth and clench it between my teeth until you beg me to stop.”
Her knees buckled, pushing the finger buried in her a little deeper. She thrust forward, into Dillan’s hand. The two men groaned at her acquiescence.
Pleasure streamed from the slow rhythm Dillan set with his digit. Joe cupped her breasts and squeezed. Gratitude consumed her that the men remained silent, allowing her to slip into the spiraling ecstasy traveling her body. Focus gravitated toward Dillan’s ministrations when he added a second finger to the rhythmic pace, drilling her toward an orgasm.
Joe pinched her nipples, then ran his hands down her sides to her thighs. She shivered at the touch and wished the material weren’t separating them. Even though it was thin, it felt thick and heavy on her sensitized skin.
Then he lifted her. She gasped in shock, her eyes opening. Dillan grinned when her thighs were pulled wider apart and she was left dangling in Joe’s strong embrace. Deft fingers fucked, then rubbed her clit—drawing every stroke out with deliberate attentiveness.
Rebecca clung to each burst of pleasure, but Dillan pulled her from the edge each time she came close. “Please.”
The momentum ceased. Piercing blue so dark it’d become black captured her attention. She sighed against Dillan’s mouth when he leaned in and captured her lower lip. He suckled long enough to create a second inferno of need deep within her.
“I’m going to explode.”
Joe chuckled. “That’s the point.”
Dillan lifted her from Joe’s embrace and carried her into the bedroom. She settled into the comforter and looked up at the two men. Her skin heated under their perusal, but neither made a move to remove the thin negligee. Unsure what to do, she closed her eyes and drew her hands above her head.
Want to read more? You can buy at Ellora's Cave.
Cara is offering a great prize to one lucky winner. Enter below:
Rafflecopter Code: a Rafflecopter giveaway
Published on February 17, 2013 22:00
February 15, 2013
Author Spotlight- Cassidy Kingston

Kayla Bradley is a witch and she has a problem. She is so attracted to her boss, Ryan Cooper, that she can not control her magic when she is around him. Kayla tries to stay away from him, but her best friend Samantha thinks the only way she can cure her problem is to sleep with Cooper.
Ryan Cooper is a lawyer that helps magical people who have been discriminated against. After many disastrous encounters with Kayla, Cooper contacts his sister who tells him that witches sometimes misfire when sexually attracted to someone. Cooper takes matters into his own hands and seduces Kayla in his office after work one day. Will Kayla fall for his seduction?
Excerpt:
“Kayla, you have to come out.”
“No! I may never come out again.”
“We have to be back in the meeting in five, come on. It wasn’t that bad. I’m sure they didn’t even notice,” Samantha said then quickly covered her mouth to muffle the giggle she let slip out.
“Sam, are you laughing at my humiliation? You’re supposed to be my best friend. I’m sure they all noticed, I mean, I set his tie on fire!”
“Well, it’s funny. Come out I’m tired of talking to the bathroom stall door. Stop acting like a kid.”
Kayla slowly opened the stall door and walked out; her cheeks were still blazing red with embarrassment.
“Kayla, why are you still having misfires? We’ve had our full powers for five years now. You should’ve out grown those years ago.”
“I know; it just seems that every time I’m around Cooper, I get all nervous and things just happen.”
“Ohmigawd! You like him! You’re getting all hot and worked up for him and that’s what’s causing the misfires.”
“Maybe, I mean yeah I’m very attracted to him, way more than I’ve ever been attracted to anyone ever!”
“How long has it been, ya know, since you were with a man? Maybe that is what’s wrong; you have all this pent up energy and it needs to be released…by Cooper.”
“Umm not too long, well maybe a little while.”
“How long Kayla?”
“Two and a half years.”
“Wow! I would die”
“Samantha, stop being so overdramatic. You know that when Brad cheated on me it hurt me badly and I just haven’t been able to get close to another guy ever since.”
“Well if that’s what’s causing you to misfire, you need to get laid before you do some serious harm to the poor guy,” Sam said with a giggle. “You don’t have to jump into a relationship, just the sack. Now come on, we have to get back in the meeting.”
* * * *
The two women walked into the large conference room and sat at the end of the large table. On one side were two older witches and their lawyer. On the other side was Ryan Cooper, head litigator for the “Mortals For Magic” non profit. He specialized in witches and warlocks who had been treated unfairly only because of their magical abilities. Since the magical world let itself be known to the mortal world, there had been a backlash and a new type of discrimination had formed.
Cooper was the mortal son of a magical mother, so he was perfect to run the company even though his mother had long ago shunned her abilities in favor of a rich husband and privileged lifestyle. He was tall, with a dark complexion and short well kept dark blond hair and looked every bit the part of a lawyer. He knew the laws and understood that the magical people were like regular people, just with a little magic.
Cooper sat across from the two older witches, with the top two buttons on his shirt undone and his tie long gone; his collar showing only slight singe marks. He grinned his million dollar smile at the two older witches.
“Ladies, I am honored to give you this check that was sent to us today as severance from your job. The company would like to apologize for the misunderstanding. They are thankful for your years of service and wish you both the best in future endeavors.”
The older of the two ladies took the check, looked it over and said, “Well I’m still pissed they fired us just because we came out about our powers. We worked there twenty-five years. But to tell you the truth, I was getting tired of those idiots. And I’m sure this check will be enough for us to live on for the rest of out lives. Come on Louise, let’s hit the mall.”
The two older ladies stood up and almost sprinted out of the room. Cooper shook hands with their lawyer and walked him to the door then turned to face Sam and Kayla.
“Well that went well, all things considered.”
“Cooper I am so sorry, I guess I must be getting sick. I can pay for your tie and dry cleaning on your jacket.”
“No need to worry Kayla, my sister did worse when she was getting her powers. But she was much younger. I guess you should take the rest of the day off and go see if you can figure out what is causing the misfires. Sam if you could give us a moment alone I need to talk to Kayla.”
“Sure,” Sam said as she turned and walked out of the room, looking back over her shoulder giving Kayla a quick wink when she thought Cooper couldn’t see her.
Cooper walked over and placed a hand on Kayla’s shoulder, looking down at her with his crystal clear green eyes, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah Cooper, I’m okay.”
“We can’t have our best magical investigator sick; go take care of your self.”
As soon as he walked out the door a silver stream shot from her finger and caused a small clap of thunder and a rain cloud appeared over the table.
Sam rounded the corner and stood at the door, looking up at the rain cloud.
“Oh lord Kayla, go get laid,” she said as she quickly zapped the raincloud away.
Cassidy Kingstonwww.Cassidykingston.wordpress.comTwitter: @CassidyKingstonwww.torridbooks.comwww.facebook.com/cassidykingston
Published on February 15, 2013 22:00
Alex Carreras- Arrested Heat
Arrested Heat- Heat 5
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, February 20th.[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Jared Johnson moves to Siesta Key, Florida, for a chance at a new beginning among the sandy beaches, lush, swaying palms, and warm, turquoise water Siesta Key is known for.
Upon arrival, he meets Officer Grant Wilcox, one hot cop with an ex-wife and a ten-year-old daughter with attitude. Their attraction is instantaneous and combustible, but can their carnal passion last longer than the weekend, or will it wash away with the outgoing tide?
If it’s up to Jared, he’d stay wrapped in Grant’s muscular arms forever, but Grant needs a little more convincing since he still has one foot in the closet and fears he has too much to lose if their relationship is discovered.
Between late-night dinners, sunsets on the surf, and dodging a few bullets, two men from very different backgrounds attempt to make a future against all odds. But is love enough to keep them together?
Story Excerpt:
Jared Johnson looked out across the sandy, white stretch of beach unable to keep a smile from forming on his lips.Places like Siesta Key Beach only existed on postcards or television commercials advertising the perfect family vacation. Other families. Not his. His family had never been together long enough to be able to take a vacation, not to mention, afford one.But Jared was no longer that poor kid. He was a grown man attempting to put his troublesome and sometimes dubious past behind him, and moving to the crystal sands and soothing, warm water of Siesta Key was just the way to do it, much like his younger brother, Derek, had done a few months earlier.Derek had left Virginia in search of a better life, to find a fresh start away from the psychological scars and local gossip of Clarke County. He had done just that, finding a handsome boyfriend, Cody Connors, and making a new life amongst the swaying palms and endless, blue skies. Now Jared had done the same, making the move with no regrets.Arriving only two days earlier, Jared promised himself he’d take a few days to familiarize himself with the area and take some well-deserved R and R, something he’d never allowed himself to do. Having absent, alcoholic parents and growing up in foster care with a little brother in tow never encouraged much time for rest and relaxation.With the cool sand pushing between his toes, Jared shook his head and forced away the distant memories, happy that they were just that, memories. “This is my home now,” he whispered into the tropical breeze as if saying it aloud made it even more real. “And I am happy.”Unbuttoning and stripping off his thin, cotton shirt, the October, midday sun warmed his skin, melting away the unseasonably cool fall of Virginia he’d left behind. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the salt air as seagulls screeched and raced along the water’s edge in search of picnic scraps left behind by vacationers and kids playing hooky from school. Reaching into his pocket, he emptied a packet of peanuts onto the sand. “That’s all I got, guys,” he said, shoving the empty wrapper into the back pocket of his cutoffs as the birds scampered for their meal.This is paradise, Jared thought, chuckling at the smallest of the seagulls taking on the largest for the last remaining peanut. Everything was perfect, each grain of sand, each battling bird, and each…Before he could finish his thought, Jared heard a man yelling over the sound of the surf in heavily accented, broken English. “Let go!” A man wearing a two-sizes-too-small, red Speedo, the accommodating fabric stretched to its limits, struggled against another man who resembled a Greek god dressed in a white, ribbed tank top and camouflage cargo shorts worn low on his hips.Jared jogged toward the action, wondering if he should get involved and help break up the fight or keep going and find a soft, sandy spot to settle into and take a nap.His conscience wouldn’t allow him to turn a blind eye. And Mr. Cargo Shorts was surely one hot man, criminal or not.As he approached, Jared saw a pair of handcuffs flash out of the back pocket of the handsome man’s cargo shorts. He stopped dead in his tracks realizing he was witnessing an arrest.A chill ran up Jared’s spine remembering the last time he was arrested, which resulted in a six-month stay in the Clarke County jail compliments of the state of Virginia and the arresting officer, Officer Steven Rodgers, a name he’d never forget.It had been over four years, but it felt like only yesterday. And it was something he didn’t want to repeat, making the decision to remain alcohol- and drug-free the day he was released from prison. Jared wiped away a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he watched, listening to the foreigner claim his innocence and making his case.“I did not expose myself! I thought this was a nude beach,” he yelled, struggling against the officer, the man’s face close to matching the color of his Speedo. “I am European. We are always naked!”The officer rolled his eyes and began to read the perpetrator his Miranda rights as Jared stared at the man with the broad chest, pumped biceps, and the most perfect set of tanned shoulders he’d ever seen, imagining what he’d look like sprawled out naked on the sand.Hot. Sweating. And ready.
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ADULT EXCERPT
Jared let out a measured breath. “I’m sorry, too. I don’t know why I reacted so…strongly.” A smile slid across his handsome face. “I can’t believe you said that about the wrong side of the law thing. Who the hell says that? You sounded like an actor in a spaghetti western. Hilarious.”Laughing and shaking his head, Grant punched playfully at Jared’s arm, the contact with his meaty bicep rekindling his lust. Jared punched back, hitting harder.This is war.Unhooking and ripping himself from the seatbelt, Grant pounced, laughing and wrestling Jared against the door. “I should arrest you for assault.”Jared fought back, his warm breath inches from Grant’s cheek. “You are too much of a pussy to get me. I saw your pathetic moves on that tourist.” He twisted free from Grant’s grasp and wrestled him, landing solidly on his chest, Jared’s bulk noticeable and his strength obvious.Grant stopped fighting back and allowed Jared to slide into his arms. He stilled and stared deep into Jared’s endless, green eyes and did what he had wanted to do from the first moment he’d laid eyes on the man who had made him feel like no other before him. His warm, sweet lips did not disappoint, and his hungry, probing tongue searched for his, wanting the same thing Grant searched out.Ecstasy.Racing his hands over Jared’s strong muscular back, his sense of urgency building, Grant lapped and tangled tongues, wet and warm. His brain exploded, and his body soared with sheer pleasure and delight. This was the man he had been longing for, wanting to appear into his life. Until now, he had been somewhat satisfied with a few fuck buddies and blind dates that had led to more. Jared was what he wanted, this he was sure of. “You feel so good,” Grant mumbled through a heated kiss, almost unable to catch his breath.Feeling Jared’s large and searching hands race down his abdomen heading straight for his hard-as-a-steel-rod cock, Grant moaned, wanting to be handled, but knew this was not the place or the time. The last thing he needed was one of his coworkers showing up with flashing lights, or worse, Cooper, interrupting his lustful, late-night antics on the shoulder of the road. He had arrested people for much less.“Jared…stop,” Grant said, his rational brain forcing away his sex-crazed and irrational thoughts, reining them in. “We can’t do this here although I would love to. But we can’t.”Jared separated his lips but continued sliding his hands southward, finding his intended target. Grant’s breath hitched and his heart slammed against his ribcage. “D–d–damn that feels good,” he sputtered, squeezing his eyes shut. “But you have to stop before I allow you to go on.”“Allow? More like beg.”“Please…” Before he could beg for Jared to stop or to proceed, at this point Grant wasn’t sure which, Jared had stealthily unbuckled and unzipped his pants and had his hard and hungry cock in his hands, massaging his length while peppering soft, gentle kisses along his jaw. Grant was past the point of no return, his lawful mind begging for some rule breaking of his own.“Your cock feels good.” Jared’s words shattered Grant’s brain. “You are one hell of a big boy, just the way I like ’em.”At this point, Grant was thankful he had installed the darkest tint allowed in the state of Florida on his truck windows, making them virtually black and unable to see through, especially at night. Just in case, he slumped lower into his seat, keeping his head and his cock out of view. “I can’t believe we are doing this here. It’s kind of—”“Hot,” Jared finished before landing his mouth on Grant’s slick and spitting cock.Grant bucked under the unexpected but welcomed lingual touch. He craned his neck and stretched his spine, relishing in the pleasures that Jared’s skillful mouth was providing. Anxiety and stress fell to the wayside, and nothing but mounting euphoria overtook his brain and body. “You…are…talented,” he whispered, his voice full of lust echoing back into his ears.
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This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, February 20th.[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Jared Johnson moves to Siesta Key, Florida, for a chance at a new beginning among the sandy beaches, lush, swaying palms, and warm, turquoise water Siesta Key is known for.
Upon arrival, he meets Officer Grant Wilcox, one hot cop with an ex-wife and a ten-year-old daughter with attitude. Their attraction is instantaneous and combustible, but can their carnal passion last longer than the weekend, or will it wash away with the outgoing tide?
If it’s up to Jared, he’d stay wrapped in Grant’s muscular arms forever, but Grant needs a little more convincing since he still has one foot in the closet and fears he has too much to lose if their relationship is discovered.
Between late-night dinners, sunsets on the surf, and dodging a few bullets, two men from very different backgrounds attempt to make a future against all odds. But is love enough to keep them together?
Story Excerpt:
Jared Johnson looked out across the sandy, white stretch of beach unable to keep a smile from forming on his lips.Places like Siesta Key Beach only existed on postcards or television commercials advertising the perfect family vacation. Other families. Not his. His family had never been together long enough to be able to take a vacation, not to mention, afford one.But Jared was no longer that poor kid. He was a grown man attempting to put his troublesome and sometimes dubious past behind him, and moving to the crystal sands and soothing, warm water of Siesta Key was just the way to do it, much like his younger brother, Derek, had done a few months earlier.Derek had left Virginia in search of a better life, to find a fresh start away from the psychological scars and local gossip of Clarke County. He had done just that, finding a handsome boyfriend, Cody Connors, and making a new life amongst the swaying palms and endless, blue skies. Now Jared had done the same, making the move with no regrets.Arriving only two days earlier, Jared promised himself he’d take a few days to familiarize himself with the area and take some well-deserved R and R, something he’d never allowed himself to do. Having absent, alcoholic parents and growing up in foster care with a little brother in tow never encouraged much time for rest and relaxation.With the cool sand pushing between his toes, Jared shook his head and forced away the distant memories, happy that they were just that, memories. “This is my home now,” he whispered into the tropical breeze as if saying it aloud made it even more real. “And I am happy.”Unbuttoning and stripping off his thin, cotton shirt, the October, midday sun warmed his skin, melting away the unseasonably cool fall of Virginia he’d left behind. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the salt air as seagulls screeched and raced along the water’s edge in search of picnic scraps left behind by vacationers and kids playing hooky from school. Reaching into his pocket, he emptied a packet of peanuts onto the sand. “That’s all I got, guys,” he said, shoving the empty wrapper into the back pocket of his cutoffs as the birds scampered for their meal.This is paradise, Jared thought, chuckling at the smallest of the seagulls taking on the largest for the last remaining peanut. Everything was perfect, each grain of sand, each battling bird, and each…Before he could finish his thought, Jared heard a man yelling over the sound of the surf in heavily accented, broken English. “Let go!” A man wearing a two-sizes-too-small, red Speedo, the accommodating fabric stretched to its limits, struggled against another man who resembled a Greek god dressed in a white, ribbed tank top and camouflage cargo shorts worn low on his hips.Jared jogged toward the action, wondering if he should get involved and help break up the fight or keep going and find a soft, sandy spot to settle into and take a nap.His conscience wouldn’t allow him to turn a blind eye. And Mr. Cargo Shorts was surely one hot man, criminal or not.As he approached, Jared saw a pair of handcuffs flash out of the back pocket of the handsome man’s cargo shorts. He stopped dead in his tracks realizing he was witnessing an arrest.A chill ran up Jared’s spine remembering the last time he was arrested, which resulted in a six-month stay in the Clarke County jail compliments of the state of Virginia and the arresting officer, Officer Steven Rodgers, a name he’d never forget.It had been over four years, but it felt like only yesterday. And it was something he didn’t want to repeat, making the decision to remain alcohol- and drug-free the day he was released from prison. Jared wiped away a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he watched, listening to the foreigner claim his innocence and making his case.“I did not expose myself! I thought this was a nude beach,” he yelled, struggling against the officer, the man’s face close to matching the color of his Speedo. “I am European. We are always naked!”The officer rolled his eyes and began to read the perpetrator his Miranda rights as Jared stared at the man with the broad chest, pumped biceps, and the most perfect set of tanned shoulders he’d ever seen, imagining what he’d look like sprawled out naked on the sand.Hot. Sweating. And ready.
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ADULT EXCERPT
Jared let out a measured breath. “I’m sorry, too. I don’t know why I reacted so…strongly.” A smile slid across his handsome face. “I can’t believe you said that about the wrong side of the law thing. Who the hell says that? You sounded like an actor in a spaghetti western. Hilarious.”Laughing and shaking his head, Grant punched playfully at Jared’s arm, the contact with his meaty bicep rekindling his lust. Jared punched back, hitting harder.This is war.Unhooking and ripping himself from the seatbelt, Grant pounced, laughing and wrestling Jared against the door. “I should arrest you for assault.”Jared fought back, his warm breath inches from Grant’s cheek. “You are too much of a pussy to get me. I saw your pathetic moves on that tourist.” He twisted free from Grant’s grasp and wrestled him, landing solidly on his chest, Jared’s bulk noticeable and his strength obvious.Grant stopped fighting back and allowed Jared to slide into his arms. He stilled and stared deep into Jared’s endless, green eyes and did what he had wanted to do from the first moment he’d laid eyes on the man who had made him feel like no other before him. His warm, sweet lips did not disappoint, and his hungry, probing tongue searched for his, wanting the same thing Grant searched out.Ecstasy.Racing his hands over Jared’s strong muscular back, his sense of urgency building, Grant lapped and tangled tongues, wet and warm. His brain exploded, and his body soared with sheer pleasure and delight. This was the man he had been longing for, wanting to appear into his life. Until now, he had been somewhat satisfied with a few fuck buddies and blind dates that had led to more. Jared was what he wanted, this he was sure of. “You feel so good,” Grant mumbled through a heated kiss, almost unable to catch his breath.Feeling Jared’s large and searching hands race down his abdomen heading straight for his hard-as-a-steel-rod cock, Grant moaned, wanting to be handled, but knew this was not the place or the time. The last thing he needed was one of his coworkers showing up with flashing lights, or worse, Cooper, interrupting his lustful, late-night antics on the shoulder of the road. He had arrested people for much less.“Jared…stop,” Grant said, his rational brain forcing away his sex-crazed and irrational thoughts, reining them in. “We can’t do this here although I would love to. But we can’t.”Jared separated his lips but continued sliding his hands southward, finding his intended target. Grant’s breath hitched and his heart slammed against his ribcage. “D–d–damn that feels good,” he sputtered, squeezing his eyes shut. “But you have to stop before I allow you to go on.”“Allow? More like beg.”“Please…” Before he could beg for Jared to stop or to proceed, at this point Grant wasn’t sure which, Jared had stealthily unbuckled and unzipped his pants and had his hard and hungry cock in his hands, massaging his length while peppering soft, gentle kisses along his jaw. Grant was past the point of no return, his lawful mind begging for some rule breaking of his own.“Your cock feels good.” Jared’s words shattered Grant’s brain. “You are one hell of a big boy, just the way I like ’em.”At this point, Grant was thankful he had installed the darkest tint allowed in the state of Florida on his truck windows, making them virtually black and unable to see through, especially at night. Just in case, he slumped lower into his seat, keeping his head and his cock out of view. “I can’t believe we are doing this here. It’s kind of—”“Hot,” Jared finished before landing his mouth on Grant’s slick and spitting cock.Grant bucked under the unexpected but welcomed lingual touch. He craned his neck and stretched his spine, relishing in the pleasures that Jared’s skillful mouth was providing. Anxiety and stress fell to the wayside, and nothing but mounting euphoria overtook his brain and body. “You…are…talented,” he whispered, his voice full of lust echoing back into his ears.
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Published on February 15, 2013 03:00
February 14, 2013
CBP Presents- Ebook Indie Covers
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Bio:
After six years of freelance graphic design work – designing CD covers, book covers, pamphlets, banners and editing videos – Melody Simmons decided to start a website dedicated to her passion - ebook covers. Ebookindiecovers has been running since June 2012 and since this is a fairly new site, the prices are very low for the high quality offered. As the name of the website indicates – the site is meant to especially cater for independent authors. She wants all Indie authors to be able to have the same quality book covers that traditional publishers have, or even better!
Introduction:
The focus is on ebook covers but Melody also offers a few other services to ensure all needs are covered: matching paperback covers - especially for those publishing through Createspace - are available. Facebook banners, 3-D book images and book trailers are also in her repertoire. She does digital manipulation with stock images. Almost all genres are included: romance, erotica, fantasy, SciFi, mystery, thriller, YA, literary fiction, children’s and non-fiction. There are several well-stocked premade cover galleries at her website, and custom covers are designed for very reasonable prices.
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Testimonials:
“Melody Simmons brought my covers to life with her unique and competitive designs. She was fast, responsive, and a pleasure to work with. I highly recommend her!”
- PJ Sharon, YA Author
Contact information:
Website: http://ebookindiecovers.com/
Email: ebook.indie.covers@gmail.com
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Bio:
After six years of freelance graphic design work – designing CD covers, book covers, pamphlets, banners and editing videos – Melody Simmons decided to start a website dedicated to her passion - ebook covers. Ebookindiecovers has been running since June 2012 and since this is a fairly new site, the prices are very low for the high quality offered. As the name of the website indicates – the site is meant to especially cater for independent authors. She wants all Indie authors to be able to have the same quality book covers that traditional publishers have, or even better!
Introduction:
The focus is on ebook covers but Melody also offers a few other services to ensure all needs are covered: matching paperback covers - especially for those publishing through Createspace - are available. Facebook banners, 3-D book images and book trailers are also in her repertoire. She does digital manipulation with stock images. Almost all genres are included: romance, erotica, fantasy, SciFi, mystery, thriller, YA, literary fiction, children’s and non-fiction. There are several well-stocked premade cover galleries at her website, and custom covers are designed for very reasonable prices.
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Testimonials:
“Melody Simmons brought my covers to life with her unique and competitive designs. She was fast, responsive, and a pleasure to work with. I highly recommend her!”
- PJ Sharon, YA Author
Contact information:
Website: http://ebookindiecovers.com/
Email: ebook.indie.covers@gmail.com
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Published on February 14, 2013 22:00
Demystifying the Male- 14

Haven't visited before? Well, you're in for a treat. This is a weekly segment devoted to getting the answers women want for everything male related. Enjoy!
If a woman approaches you what goes through your mind? Is this intimidating or exciting?
Brian: When a women approaches me there are a few things that go through my head. First it's exciting because it makes my job so much easier lol. I know that she digs the way I look. I am thinking to myself is this girl into me, am I getting her number and ohh yeah am I gonna take her back to her place and make her scream. Agressive woman are the best for the most part. They don't play games or mess around. I love a woman who is all turned on by what I'm giving and she takes it.
Vile: I really do not give it much thought, I have been approached before, I am always up for general conversation. Now this is the killer you can read the eyes and tell where things are going. Also women may no notice, but they have this hair thing going on, While talking they will twirl their hair while talking , that is a dead give away. I do like it hen a woman has the courage to come up and strike up a conversation.Hmm I think I got off track a little, my mind is always sexual.. Nothing really goes through my mind, unless I think it is sexual, I just kinda go with the flow, until I get those come fuck me vibes.
Ramrod: I guess it really depends on the situation. Most of the time I am thinking 'does she need help'? No, not mentally but does she need help with something. I don't consider myself the type of guy women would hit on so my first thought is damsel in distress and I am always a sucker for a damsel in distress. If a woman is too aggressive I can be a little intimidated. Believe it or not, I am a little shy but I do prefer a some what aggressive woman to a shy one. Someone has to kick start the conversation.
Jose: I like when a woman approaches me. It shows she isn't shy and knows what she's looking for. It doesn’t matter if she's shy, or aggressive overall, but it's hot when a woman is aggressive.
I just pinched your butt.....what do you do?
Vile: Wow Now this brings up an old story. I had a friend who asked me to deliver a pizza to a hotel. I was driving a cab during spring break this was five years ago.
The Desert Inn Daytona Beach. As the clerk was calling up to the room, a girl pinched me on my ass, there was a guy standing between us, she just looked at me and grinned. ,It turned out to be a longer story, but let your imagination run free. I did pinch back though.
Brian: Now in the last part if I am standing at the bar and you grab my ass the first thing I do is turn to see who pinched it. Now if I am diggin' your look I'll throw a joke out there to see if you were playful. If that goes well we talk and maybe I pinch your ass back lol. Then from there it's the cat and mouse game to see what's what you know.
Ramrod: I am not quite sure, are you coming to RT or Romanticon? We can find out :-)
Lea Note: Okay, perhaps I worded the question wrongly. *clears throat* But, for the love of research I guess I'll be forced to. :P
Jose: You pinched my butt, so I lead it into a sexual convo and try returning the favor in other ways. ha
What's the biggest thing a woman can do while in bed as a turn on?
Vile: I love an open minded woman. To be laying in bed , maybe talking, watching TV, and the female just starts to masturbate for no reason. That is the biggest turn on.
Brian: This turn on i just recentlly was don to me and ohh my god it made me shake. We were having sex missionary and she was clawing my back which is amazing in it self. She then ran her nails all the way down to my ass as i was pounding her pussy hard and fast, She dug her nails into my ass as i'm fucking her making me go harder and faster. Man i loved it lol.
Ramrod: Show she is enjoying herself. Take a simple handjob, if I think you are doing it cause you thing it's only what I want or If I feel like you are not enjoying what you are doing to me, I am not going to enjoy it as much as I could. Don't get me wrong, if you play with it enough, I will get off. But you grab my dick with a sly grin and let me know you are going to milk me for every drop and then some, that is a huge turn on. That goes for anything in bed, there is a difference between just getting off and a mind blowing orgasm.
Jose: For me it's to listen or take control and know what she wants!! The more open the hotter!!
What does a male orgasm actually feel like, from beginning to end? BTW, I've asked this already of the first round of guys, but I'm always looking for more explanations.
Brian: My feeling when I am going to have an orgasm is amazing. It feels different depending how my orgasm is being pushed to the surface. If my cock is being sucked till I cum it's like being tickled to the point you have to go pee. Each time she goes up and down it builds like pressure in a soda bottle till the point I start shaking till I cum. My whole body feels ticklish especially if she is sucking on the head of my cock. I start screaming like a lil girl. Now if it's during sex it depends on the emotion involved. If I'm just fucking to get off it's nothing really at all. Now if I'm enjoying dipping my cone into the the hot fudge. I feel more into the orgasm. I'm like a girl I guess in that sense. I start to shake a bit and I wanna grab her by the shoulder , hair, or whatever body part is closest till I have my release and then I get ticklish hahah. Ohh and after all is done and cleaned up I love laying and having the girl play with me after amazing. Little side note there....
Vile: Wow, this is hard to answer. I can feel a build up a slight tingling a little pressure at the base of my penis., once I start to cum, I can feel it making its way up the shaft, if you have ever stuck your tongue to a 9 volt battery that is the feeling, hmm twice in two weeks with the battery thing. Once it has reached the top I can actually feel the head open up as I squirt. Afterwards I cannot even touch the head for at least two minutes.
Ramrod: Leading up to it I start breathing heavier. Heart beats harder. As I get closer my body tenses up usually trying to push me deeper or harder against you. Once I hit the point of no return I feel an uncontrollable muscle contraction in my groin. The first contractions as I cum are the hardest and fade in intensity and frequency. Even after I am out of ammo, I can still dry fire for 20 or 30 more seconds if it was a hard enough orgasm. After, my breathing is still heavy, like I am out of breath, my heart beats hard as it start to slow down and all my muscles in my body start to relax.
Jose: The whole 15secs it last, it's the greatest sensation on Earth lol....just tingling and then an eruption of heaven. ha
My fearless, mostly permanent men, o' the hour are:
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Jose Da Hood from Ellora's Cave and the Cave Chaos Radio.
DJ Brian Nelson My newest addition. He works for Ellora's Cave as well.
Ramrod Director of Project Management for Ellora's Cave Publishing If it plugs into a wall, battery operated, needs built, rebuilt, lifted, driven, fixed or figured out.........that's me
If you have other questions you'd like to pose, ask your questions by leaving me a comment, shooting me an email or finding me on Facebook or Twitter. I'll make sure your questions are answered. Make sure you come back and visit every Thursday for another installment.
Published on February 14, 2013 04:00
February 12, 2013
Author Spot- Jennifer Denys

Lea: I’d like to welcome Griff, Ford, Max, Callum and Tasha. They’ve graciously agreed to take a few minutes out of their busy schedules to chat with us. Thanks, guys, for stopping by.
Lea: Let’s get started with introductions. Can each of you give me two to three words that would describe you? Tasha, you start us off.
Tasha: Cripes, what do I say? Umm, shy, human, BDSM-newbie. *Tasha turns to look at Griff next who nods approvingly at her*
Griff: Alpha werewolf – need I say more?
Ford: (*To Griff*) Trust you! *The others smile* Um, you can describe me as a deep thinker.
Tasha: And handsome! *Ford smiles at her*
Max: Oh, my turn. Um, empathic, kindly, good-at-tracking. *The others all nod*
Callum: Good-looking *gives the others a grin when they look incredulously at his less than pretty face with nose broken in the past* Okay, how about a hunk?
Griff: How about impatient?
Ford: Bullish.
Max: Childlike-humor.
Callum: okay, okay! Tash, please say something nice about me?
Tasha: My hero. *The others groan and Callum beams at Tasha*
Lea: Tasha, this one’s for you. Give us a quick overview of how you met, and snagged, such a pile of hunky men.
Tasha: Oh gosh. Well, I got an invitation to submissive trials that were being held at The Haunt, the BDSM club that the guys all go to, not realizing it was run by werewolves—or that such creatures really did exist!! So I plucked up courage and went, and for some reason they all seemed to be interested in me.
*Griff snorts at her deprecating attitude*
Ford: Who wouldn’t be interested in someone so lovely and gorgeous?
Tasha: Thank you, Darling. *She looks at Ford and blushes* Anyhow they introduced me to BDSM and it was not bad. *She leans forward toward Lea and holds up her hand to hide her mouth as if pretending to say something secret* It was absolutely fabulous but don’t tell them that!!
Ford *grins*: Besides which we werewolves instinctively know when we’ve met our mate and all of us, Griff included, knew Tasha was meant for us. It just took us a while to convince her.
Tasha: *shrugs* Nobody else would have them, so someone had to take them on.
*Griff growls at her and she giggles and pretends to move away from him. He narrows his eyes and gives her a look of ‘wait until we’re home’.*
Lea: Boys. If you could point to one of you, which would be the ultra alpha of the group? Who’d be the omega?*All three betas turn as one to Griff*
Griff: I’m the alpha of the group.
Max: Cal’s the youngest, so he’s our omega.
Callum: Hey! *He lunges for Max who ducks out of the way*
Ford *chuckles*: We don’t have any omegas in our group. Just our leader, Griff, and the rest of us.
Lea: How hard was it for all of you get along, and learn to share Tasha?
*They all fall around laughing except Griff who makes a face at their antics but has a hard time stopping smiling himself*
Griff: The reason my normally sensible pack are making fools of themselves is because we originally fought over Tasha and it was only when she was kidnapped that we had to work together and realized that, actually, we work very well together. We’ve had our moments since but Tasha deals with it by walking out, so we have to be nice to each other in order to get her back. She might be human, and might have been shy in the past, but she is turning into a right alpha bitch. Bitch as in wolf bitch, that is!
Lea: Tasha, if you could give a woman, who finds herself in the middle of a group of wolves, some advice about keeping everyone cool, what would it be?
Tasha: *Smiling at Griff* I’m not sure if that was a compliment or not?! But I’ll take it as one, sweetheart. Um, how to keep cool when four strong guys all turn into snarling, clawing animals? Well my original instinct was to run. *laughs* But as Griff has indicated, pretending I couldn’t care less what they get up to and making them come and get me seems to work. Besides which I still find them scary when they turn wolf so it helps calm me down by removing myself from the vicinity of those claws and fangs!
Max: *Looking concerned* But you are getting used to us aren’t you? It doesn’t scare you so much you wouldn’t come back?
*Tasha reaches over the strokes his cheek, then pets the others on arm, knee or thigh to reassure them* Yes, my love. Always.
Lea: Well, that about wraps it up for us. Each of you gets a few parting words, and then we’re out of here.
Ford: Actually we have to go anyway. We have a situation at The Haunt involving a werewolf bitch, Evie.
Callum: Dammit! I’d forgotten about that. Her Master, Stefan, is on the hunt for her.
Max: *Looking coy* Yep, and we know where she is!
Tasha: *Looking pale* Oh God, does that mean when he finds out she’s staying with us you’ll all get into a fight – in my house? *Turning to Lea* Can I stay with you, please? Pretty please?.......
Lea: Thanks, each of you, for coming out and answering questions. I wish you much luck in the future and let me know how it goes with Evie.
Blurb: Natasha Talbot, an ordinary human wanting more out of life, ventures into a forest where a club is holding submissive trials, not knowing this is where werewolves practice BDSM.
While at the club Natasha is fought over by two lots of men. Griff Seamer is an alpha werewolf with a reputation for being a rogue. He doesn’t hesitate taking on Ford Chaplin, Max Holman and Callum Lane, three beta wolves who formed a pack as a way of getting the submissive women at the club who normally prefer the alpha men.
During the fight Natasha becomes aware of their shifter natures and runs away. But is she more frightened by the BDSM or their animal aspects? Determined to try again she returns a few nights later, but when she is kidnapped by a pack who like the darker side of BDSM her four men realize they have to work together to rescue her.
Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/collared-by-wolves
Go check out Jenn's other books as well! You'll be happy you did.
Published on February 12, 2013 22:00
Tattoo Tuesday- a look back
I've had the pleasure of corresponding with some amazing models over the last few months. I thought a look back to see who I've already featured would be a good idea.
I have some amazing guys lined up from the coming weeks, but the ones below are some of the first and favs. :)
Joe Marvullo:
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A parting note from Joe:
All in all I am blessed for the life I live today, I am so grateful to have had this opportunity to share this small piece of me with you. May God bless you all! Never give up on your dreams!
Go follow him on Facebook and show him some love!http://www.facebook.com/joe.marvullo.1?ref=ts&fref=tshttp://www.facebook.com/pages/Joseph-Marvullo/490582967654785?ref=ts&fref=ts
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Author, bar-owner, all around great guy! Check out his first book here:
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Garren Luce:
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Garren is a dancer at LaBare in Houston, TX. If you live around there go, give him some love. Tell him Lea sent you! :o)
I have some amazing guys lined up from the coming weeks, but the ones below are some of the first and favs. :)
Joe Marvullo:
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A parting note from Joe:
All in all I am blessed for the life I live today, I am so grateful to have had this opportunity to share this small piece of me with you. May God bless you all! Never give up on your dreams!
Go follow him on Facebook and show him some love!http://www.facebook.com/joe.marvullo.1?ref=ts&fref=tshttp://www.facebook.com/pages/Joseph-Marvullo/490582967654785?ref=ts&fref=ts
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Follow and 'Like' Austin's Facebook pages:http://www.facebook.com/austin.standagehttp://www.facebook.com/austinstandagefitnessFollow and 'Like' Luis Rafael Photography:http://www.facebook.com/LuisRafael4Photos
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Garren Luce:

Published on February 12, 2013 04:59
February 7, 2013
Demystifying the Male- 13

Just to warn you, the guys brought their "A" game this time. :)
Condoms- do they really cause that much desensitization?
Vile: While I agree in today's times Condoms are a must if one is not in a long term relationship. I will admit if I have to use a condom , I am not going to be able to cum. Maybe it is a mind thing, but the feeling is just not there. Better to play it say than to be sorry. It is true though and I wish it were different, most of the time a woman will not push the issue , when it comes to a man wearing a condom. Most are to shy or intimidated to say anything.
Brian: Ok to me condoms really don't desensitize that much. Now I haven't had to use one in awhile so I might be wrong. Honestly I think it's all in the your mind on the feeling. Like for me personally, yeah, I think it helps to keep from coming sooner so she gets to enjoy me more. I don't know if a woman can tell the difference but for us males it is a little different. I'm sorry but nothing is as good as feeling that nice wet pussy on my cock while I'm sliding in an out.
Ramrod: Desensitization yes, is it going to stop me from enjoying if I have to wear one, no. I have been jacked off through my boxer shorts so a thin piece of latex is not going to slow me down. It does change how it feels, you are putting something over your skin so it will change the sensitivity in which you feel. For me it is more physiological, knowing dick is making direct contact deep inside your pussy makes it so much more erotic. Plus if I decide to have a piece of pu-tang pie afterwards, I want to taste pounded pussy not used Trojan.
Jose: They ain't that bad, but once you raw dog you don’t ever want to put a condom back on. It feels so GOOD!
Lea Note: Yes, I have an entire word document going of sayings Jose uses that I've never heard... and raw dog is one of them.
How wet is too wet in the pussy department, or isn't there such a thing as "too wet"?
Vile: I love foreplay, I have a huge pussy fetish, be it just laying in bed and fingering while watching TV, or just talking. I also have a huge oral fetish. There are time I wake up in the middle of the night and I just want to go down south. The wetter the better, I love hearing those wet noises while pumping away. When wet you can feel the heat, as well. Now I just want to fuck.
Brian: For me personally there is no such thing as too wet what so ever.The feeling to know that I am the one making her wet and pulsate is amazing. I love when I bury my face down between her legs and and doing my thing licking & sucking on the clit, my face dripping wet from her. Man, yum. lol The feeling of being inside her while she is that wet is indescribably beautiful. If I had to name it, it's pure heaven.
Ramrod: When I got you so turned on that you're dripping like a faucet, panties so soaked that you have to wring them out before you can put them back on, I would say that's just about wet enough........... maybe. Don't worry, I will gladly lick up the excess. So I would have to say there is wet, really wet and fucking wet, but there is no too wet.
Jose: There ain't never a thing as too wet when “you go diving in a pool”. If that pussy's like a faucet you're doing something right!
Kegals, important or not really? Can you feel a woman squeezing with them during sex?
Vile: The truth is not many women even practice the Kegal exercise. I am not sure why because it brings her that much more pleasure as well. Tish my slave uses her Kegal muscles much better when she is on top. There have been times right before she orgasms, she has pushed me out of her. To answer your question I feel it is important, not only is the woman showing off her talents , but she is more than willing to please...Hmmm, They should have a mouth exercise like Kegal.
Brian: Yes, when a girl has been working on them and does it during sex it's one word, amazing. Now in saying that is it something I yearn for during sex? No but if she can do it and do it right... my god especially if it's when I'm either sliding my cock in or out. Wow, such a turn on.
Ramrod: Yes and YEEEEESSSS! Aside from the health reasons and looking at only the fun factor, yes they are important. They make your pussy go from tight to super tight the stronger they get and can be used to enhance the sex experience. You can squeeze on the in stroke and relax on the out stroke or reverse it and squeeze on the out stroke like you are tugging on my dick. You can pulse them with the right rhythm as I come like you are milking my cock to extend my orgasm. It is not just a benefit to me, It also makes your orgasms more intense which I guess still is another benefit to me cause the more intense your orgasm, the harder you squeeze my dick.
Jose: It’s not that important but if she can do it on demand or in general it's amazing. Squeeze tight as I enter or exit? Nice.
My fearless, mostly permanent men, o' the hour are:
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Jose Da Hood from Ellora's Cave and the Cave Chaos Radio.
DJ Brian Nelson My newest addition. He works for Ellora's Cave as well.
Ramrod Director of Project Management for Ellora's Cave Publishing If it plugs into a wall, battery operated, needs built, rebuilt, lifted, driven, fixed or figured out.........that's me
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Published on February 07, 2013 04:09
February 6, 2013
Love is in the Air Giveaway Hop

I've never been one to celebrate Valentine's Day with much more than a smirk. I know, cynical of me, but my husband and I have just decided that NOT trying to buy something for each other was actually better for our relationship. Now, don't read that and scoff, it's true. How often do people, usually women, complain the days after V-Day because their partner didn't get them enough, the right present, blah, blah, blah. So, we just decided NOT to get anything for each other. It works for us.
This is NOT the type of Valentine's Day that my heroine had, though. In some respects Heather's night of kinky love with her husband is the type of V-Day I'd go for. Valentine Master is a short BDSM-lite story that I totally loved writing. Heather and Mick have been married for a while. She broaches the subject of being submissive and assumes their marriage is in the tank. Mick, the sneaky hubby that he is, takes her on a wild ride one Valentine's night.

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Published on February 06, 2013 21:00
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