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New Release: A Beautiful Lie: Already an Amazon Best-Seller

     I usually prefer pimping other author’s books, but today, I get to pimp my own, and I’m extra excited because this one has already made the best-seller’s list on Amazon for GLBT books. I’m just over the moon about it!!      With this release, my pseudonym, Tyler,  officially has the three examples of M/M romance that will be offered in the months to come: a little military soldier-boy love, a smidgen of paranormal carryin’ on, and a whole lot of two-steppin’ southern boys will be on hand to warm up the pages.      If you’re squeamish when it comes to gay romance, you might wanna hightail it out of here before you get to the excerpt below, because I guarantee, it’s NOT for the faint of heart!     Check out A Beautiful Lie and fall in love with Jesse and Trip, just like I did!!
           Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.     When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.     Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.      Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?
     Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.
Very Adult Excerpt
    Trip sat down, and Jesse stood over him, his hips aching to roll the second Trip took hold of his pulsing cock. Jesse’s eyes rolled instead. “Oh, God.” Heat blasted his balls, and they tightened as Trip’s fingers gently glided over the tender flesh.     “You’re hung like a fuckin’ horse.”    Jesse chuckled. “Everything’s bigger in Texas, remember?”    Trip glimpsed up at him with a shit-eatin’ grin. “Please tell me you’ve thought about this.”    Jesse bristled. His every nerve tingled at the pleading inflection in Trip’s voice. He cleared his throat and tried his best to free his cluttered mind.     “I’ve imagined this too many times.”     “Excellent.” Trip’s amusement resounded in that one simple word. He flicked the head of Jesse’s cock with the tip of his tongue, further solidifying his confidence.    Jesse’s heart raced, and he bit his bottom lip, struggling to remain standing as his knees threatened to buckle. “Feels … so … good.” His eyes fluttered closed, but he opened them quickly. Afraid he’d miss something.     Trip gripped the base of Jesse’s shaft, and warmth engulfed every inch as his cock disappeared inside Trip’s mouth.      Jesse watched his prick dip in over and over as Trip sucked him off. Pressure built with each slow, sensual bob of Trip’s head. Jesse gasped when Trip’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, and toyed with his anus. “Oh fuck.”     Trip scooted to the edge of the sofa, taking in even more of Jesse’s engorged cock. Slurping sounds reverberated throughout the room, and a cool, wet sensation tickled the inside of Jesse’s thigh from Trip’s saliva.      “So fucking sweet.” Trip flattened his tongue on the underside of Jesse’s dick and lapped up the clear-pink pre-cum bubbling from the tip.      Jesse wanted more. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Trip’s mouth, and moaned from the pure pleasure scattering throughout his body.   “I wanna fuck you so bad.” No statement had ever been truer.     As if compelled by Jesse’s words alone, Trip leaned back and spread his legs. He moved his hand to his own shaft and stroked himself slow and purposefully.     Hell yeah. Jesse licked his lips, enjoying every second of Trip’s erotic endeavor. He lowered himself to the floor, wedged his body between Trip’s legs. His hard cock jammed against Trip’s balls.      Trip took Jesse’s cock and rubbed it against his own, jerking them both off at the same time.      Jesse’s cock was a little larger, but the girth of Trip’s made up for the difference in length. “Mmm,” Jesse moaned again, seeing their cocks sliding into each other. His need to touch Trip overwhelmed him. He ran hungry fingers up Trip’s stomach and chest, lightly plucking the flesh around Trip’s beaded nipples, provoking a quick jerk from the other man.      Trip sat up, and grabbed the back of Jesse’s neck, and kissed him hard. “Playtime’s over.” He nudged Jesse back, and got up, leaving Jesse kneeling on the floor alone, his cock throbbing with only one way to relieve it.


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Tuesday's Tidbits from Kastil Eavenshade's novel, Talbot's Seduction

This week is gonna be so much fun. I hope you’ll stick around, come back, and see all the goodies coming up.Today, I'm welcoming a fellow Evernight author, Kastil Eavenshade and can’t wait to check out her new book, Talbot’s Seduction. Kastil, take it away…
When I created Talbot's Ploy, I never suspected anything would come of the main character. As a writer, I just don't think that far ahead. Too many squirrels in my rafters. So I spun the tale but thought in the back of my head as these minor characters spilled on the pages…what about them? How had they shaped Talbot into the man he was in Talbot's Ploy?So I got about 10k worth of words out, planning to throw it to the anthology gods as a goodly sacrifice. It got coughed back like a cat barrage of fur balls. Potential to be more. After I calmed my whining muse down, we started making quick notes on where Talbot started in his journey. How did he discover his unbridled passion for the wiles of men over women?Taking cues from Talbot's Ploy, I did a prequel…and it ended up being much bigger than I ever thought. Talbot's Seductionis nearly twice as long as the first book I wrote containing Talbot. I think my favorite part in writing it was the time period. I'm just a regular research whore, especially with historical. Heck, I use a lot of old world references in my fantasy books too.Without further ado, I present some lovely cover art and blurb for you to peruse. Rawr.

Talbot Sauvageot is a young Lord living in Paris, France, in search of anything but the duties of his station. He spends his time drinking and whoring, his memory of the last evening always a blur. When he is tricked by his betrothed’s father, Talbot realizes his heart beats not for the velvety folds of a woman but the hardened shaft of a man. Now he must find a balance in a world that condemns a man to death should he dabble in sodomy. His desires are unleashed tenfold when his Friend Tyeis shares his same interests in a bedmate.




Warning: m/m sex, multiple partners, forced seduction, sex toys, spanking, public exhibition, rimming
His gaze wandered to the window, and he strode over. The scenery hadn't changed much. Frolicking in the pool below had turned into a festive event. Many more students—including Tyeis—dove into the crystal water. Clothes lay scattered on the marble tile surrounding the area. Talbot's cock stirred at the sight, and he stepped back.Back in Paris, when his father treated him to a maison, Talbot had been unwilling to shed his clothes in front of Delphine. She had instructed him on pleasing a woman after their flight from her brothel, but he'd felt clumsy and awkward. She praised his skill, vowing to have her girls spread the word of his prowess. His trust in Delphine came with no reservations. Their need for secrecy was mutual.His need grew in his breeches, and Talbot turned his parents’ picture face down. What he was about to partake in was the very reason his father took him to the maison over and over again. The heat rose in his cheeks as he peered out the window again, his eyes fixed on the majestic beauty of the chiseled specimens below.Talbot's head hung low for the wicked images circling in his head but he couldn't deny his want. His manhood sprang out of his breeches as the laces unfurled. "Forgive me, Father," he murmured. His fingers grasped his throbbing member, sliding along the shaft. The more he honed in on the nakedness below, the thickness grew within his gliding palm. His forehead pressed against the glass as his breathing grew heavy. Heady illusions of his fellow brethren wrapping their lips around his girth excited him more. Talbot's scrotum contracted and the pressure built.The click and turn of his door had Talbot scrambling to cover his erect cock. At full mast, its size could not be contained in his pants. He reached for the coverlet on the bed to mask his state. Perspiration ran down his cheeks, and his embarrassment grew.Professuer LaVigne stood in the doorway. Without a word, he closed the door behind him and walked over to Talbot. He yanked away the blanket, and Talbot desperately tried to hide his engorged cock behind his hands."Remove your hands, Talbot.""Monsieur, s'il vous plait." Talbot could not met his eyes nor tame his cock."Now or should I write your father on your behavior?"As if touching an open flame, Talbot snatched away his hands. "I will not happen again, Professuer. I swear.""I doubt that." LaVigne snorted. His finger thrust under Talbot's chin, forcing him to gaze into the eyes of his teacher. "Pray tell, Talbot, what was your inspiration for such acts?"Talbot's eyes betrayed him, casting a glance over at the window. His chest seized, the fear of his lust being discovered chilling his skin.LaVigne half-smiled and adjusted the front of Talbot's waistcoat before dancing his fingers lower. Talbot's eyes widened as his teacher stroked the underside of his hardened manhood."Your tastes are sinful, Talbot, and should you be caught, your parent's shame will be the last of your worries." LaVigne continued his deviation. "May I suggest you wait until night consumes the land for such indulgences and, if it pleases you, my door is open to relieve you of your guilt." He swiped the liquid from the purple tip and suckled it from his finger.Talbot trembled, the shock of his teacher's bold actions unnerving him. LaVigne could never know his act quickened Talbot's breath."It is wrong," Talbot said, yet his cock did not agree with his words. He'd dabbled with an older man once before, and it ended in death for the Comte. He could not entertain that thought again."Only if one gets caught. Be careful, Talbot, and I will show you how to keep you and whatever lover you choose safe. Even in Paris." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a card. It fluttered onto Talbot's bed. LaVigne left, a smirk on his face.Talbot shifted his shaft into his pants and laced them in haste. His hand wiped away the sweat still pouring from his brow. Far away from his home, Talbot shivered from his arousing encounter with LaVigne. His cock begged for release yet, and the temptation to seek out his teacher after dark called to him.Talbot shook his head. He could not give in to his carnal lust. It was not the right of the world. His secret needed to be buried below, never to be acted upon again. He had left Paris behind but the sin he washed himself in followed close.

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A-Musing Tips for Understanding Your Muse

           
      I decided to hang out with my favorite peeps today, YOU!!!     I'm hope to share some well-earned, 'gray-haired' wisdom, and give you a peek at my upcoming release, A Beautiful Lie.      I hope you're all ready for a little fun. So smile, you're all too beautiful for frown-lines!! *wink    
    Some wonder how a 40-something female author could ever be so bold as to write gay romance…especially with two, and sometimes even three, heroes.     While I don’t have an eloquent explanation, I do have a reply…my muse made me do it!!    At first, I was intimidated by the idea, but that soon turned into excitement. Before I knew it, my muse’s interest, having been piqued, swiftly argued, ‘Who better to tell a story about men than someone who loves them?’   Yes, my muse speaks to me, and yes, he is male. Weird, I know, but that’s how it worked out. Who am I to argue?    I must admit, I have very few gay (male) friends, though the ones I do have, I consider near and dear to my heart.     I do, however, have a plethora of lesbian friends—always have, always will.       Whether or not any of that had anything to do with taking on the challenge of writing gay romance is neither here nor there, but it did give me an advantage when it comes to perspective...and THAT can be important when writing about such controversial issues as bigotry, equal rights and everything else that goes along with the subject. I tackle those things as often as possible, and try to work these issues into each and every story.   Not one to shy away from expressing sexual freedoms, and exploration of new experiences, my thoughts of the endeavor were, why the hell not?   The venture has taught me a few things, so I decided to impart a few words of wisdom to anyone wondering how to read between the lines when dealing with a clever and sometimes rebellious muse:

1.  If said muse begins to dig in his/her heels, let them. Stop writing, and play a game of Mahjong or something. They aren’t much different than children really, so when they get hungry enough, they’ll be more receptive to compromise, and will usually play nice.


2. Not every instance of writer’s block can be cured with porn. No matter how many times your muse tries to tell you otherwise. Remember who you’re dealing with and firmly, but gently limit them to only one hour of porn a day. Sometimes, less is truly more. J

3. No matter what your muse tries to tell you, writing does not require carbs. You’re the one sitting all day at a computer, not your muse, so those Lays, Pringles, Doritos, or whatever your muse insists you need, aren’t going to be worked off anytime soon—step away and nibble on some grapes instead.



4. Chocolate, however, is not only your muse’s friend, it can also be yours, especially during those times when writing love scenes become repetitive or boring. Yup, a sinful piece of quality chocolate can bring the sexy back.




5. *for female writers*— When writing m/m love scenes, take into account your own experiences with the male gender of our species. Weigh your expertise against your muse’s, and settle on a happy medium. Come on, you know you know how the puzzle fits together, so have your muse pass the lube, then write whatever comes naturally.



6. Your muse can be your best friend, or your worst enemy. Either way, listen to them, even if you’re not sure. Most times they do know what’s best, and for the times they don’t, see tip #2, and figure it out yourself.


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      Keep an eye out for my next m/m erotic romance, A Beautiful Lie,  releasing from Evernight Publishing on April 30th.    Here’s a little taste for those looking for a little somethin’ somethin’ to add to your reading list:
    Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it. Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?
Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.


Adult Excerpt:
    Trip could feel the tension radiating from the other man. Following his instincts, he gripped Jesse’s shoulder and squeezed. “You’re not alone you know. If you ever want to talk or need help with anything, let me know.”    Jesse turned his head, shocking the hell out of Trip by leaning in to where Trip held his shoulder, slightly brushing his cheek against Trip’s fingers.    Trip tightened his grip, savoring the feel of Jesse’s skin touching his. Was he imagining it?    Jesse slowly lifted his chin as his green eyes, darkening by the second, settled on Trip.    Trip’s heart raced, and his hardening cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Was this really happening?     He inched closer, inhaling deep, losing himself in the aroma of Jesse’s quite memorable cologne. He swallowed hard, his lips tingling at the thought of Jesse’s mouth on his.    Jesse’s chest rose and fell, his breathing grew louder by the second, infiltrating Trip’s mind until his own breaths caught up, matching Jesse’s pants breath for heated breath. Jesse’s eyelids lowered to half-mast, his desire obvious as fuck.     Trip reacted on instinct alone, no thinking, just doing. He pulled Jesse closer until their lips were centimeters apart. Jesse’s exhales warmed Trip’s skin.    The night went silent the instant Jesse’s soft lips grazed Trip’s.    Seconds felt like hours until Trip engulfed Jesse’s mouth all together. With hungry sweeps, Trip dove deeper, sucking, and tangling his tongue with Jesse’s. He cupped the back of Jesse’s neck, and held on as their mouths warred for dominance over the other.     Trip gasped when Jesse’s wandering hand discovered his erection through his jeans. “Fuck.”     Hot air poured over Trip’s neck as Jesse’s kisses blanketed his throat.     “I’ve wanted to do that all night.” Trip splayed his fingers through Jesse’s silky, black hair, hoping against hope Jesse would move his mouth lower.    Jesse fumbled with the buttons on Trip’s shirt, and plucked the first few open. He worked his way across Trip’s chest, circling Trip’s erect nipples with his warm, wet tongue.     “Shit, Jesse.” Trip struggled to catch his breath. Everything was so intense, moved so fast, Trip could hardly tell if it was real.     He leaned Jesse back, seizing the few stolen moments he hoped were actually happening. His kisses grew heavier, and his need increased. He’d take it as far as Jesse would let him. He had no choice. Please let this be real
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Evernight's Book Boyfriend Blog H0P!

April 15th - 21st!!
Book Boyfriends...
They can be strong and sexy, dark and dangerous, rebellious and reckless or cute and quirky. We love to fall in love with these irresistible heroes and Evernight Publishing has them all!
The authors of Evernight invite you to a Speed Date challenge. Their cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, shifters, even steam-powered heroes are waiting to meet you on each author website. 50 heroes in 7 days! Are you up for the challenge?
Pull up a chair and get to know every
single one. 

      I'd love to introduce you to my hero ... Jared Prophet from Beyond Honor!

     It's kind of hard not to become intimate with a man you’ve created. So, naturally, Jared said all the things I wanted to hear, and looked exactly how I'd imagined.
     Too bad for me, he had a mind of his own and fell in love with an equally sexy man named Michael Crest.     Although Jared was a reluctant hero, had more issues than an MTV reality show, he was my hero and he was the first gay man I ever fell head over heels for… boy can I pick ‘em!!       Jared's here for a little chat, so let's get started!

Tyler: First of all, Jared, it’s great to see you. Thanks for being a good sport. I’ve missed you and I’m dying to know how you and Michael are doing.Jared:Nice to see you again, too, Tyler. Michael’s great. Sexy as hell and keeping me happier than any man deserves.
Tyler:So things are pretty good, huh?Jared: *smiles widely … Things couldn’t be better.
Tyler:That's wonderful. The bird’s eye view of your tumultuous beginning had me on pins and needles, so knowing all is well in the land of love makes it all worth it.Jared: Yeah, I kinda gave Mike a tough time. I had some stuff to work through, but when you have a man like him in your corner…well let’s just say, he left me no choice but to man-up and face reality.
Tyler: How’s it been going now that you’re officially “out” of the military and “out” as a gay man?Jared: *chuckles… I miss living on base and training new medics, but comin' home to Michael every night makes up for it. 
     As for being out of the proverbial closet in my personal life, well it is what it is. I’ve lost some friends, but I’ve gained some new friends, or should I say real friends. Michael and I can manage if we stick together and surround ourselves with people who love us.
Tyler: I’m so happy to hear that. I know from getting to know the two of you that you’re quite passionate about your feelings for each other and for those people you care most about. Jared:Passion is a term I’ve come to embrace, especially where Michael's concerned. *rubs his jaw and grins wickedly. What can I say, he really knows how to make my toes curl. *wink
Tyler: I saw that twinkle in your eye. I take it you're thinking about Michael?Jared: That obvious, huh? People say I'm Michael’s knight in shining armor, but to me, he’s the one who rode in and saved me, not the other way around. Do you think I’ll lose my man card for saying that? *cheeks flush red as the grin grows wider
Tyler: I think you rock the man card quite nicely. So, are you guys planning to take the relationship a step farther?Jared:Just between you and me, if I were going to take the plunge and make our relationship official, I would. As it stands now, that’s not possible in Texas. I will say that if Michael would like a small ceremony, I’d definitely be willing to put a ring on his finger.

Tyler:Holy crap! I hope I’m not hearing about this before Michael.Jared:No, we’ve talked about it. All that’s standing in our way is timing. We really just need everything to fall into place and it would be a done deal.
Tyler: Well, if and when it happens, I could definitely help you with the honeymoon.Jared:I bet you'd figure a way to make sure Mike and I enjoy every minute of it.
Tyler: You two are at your best in the heat of things. Those hot and steamy nights have been some of my favorite. I hope you and Michael continue to have many more passionate moments.Jared: That'll never be a problem. Mike has a way of getting what he wants out of me and has even talked me into to some pretty kinky stuff. *looks around, cheeks flushed red. Am I saying too much?
Tyler: Not at all. My readers and I like it naughty. Jared: Then I’ll just say naughty is only the tip of the iceberg and leave it at that.
Tyler: Damn, you sure know how to tease a woman.Jared: *laughs  Tyler, you of all people should know about my experience with that.
Tyler: True, but I must say, I think you’re a lot more comfortable with Michael than you ever were with any female.Jared: I agree, but only because I should have stepped up and followed my heart from the start. I’m just glad that I did and that it led me to Mike.
Tyler: You and me both, Jared. I’m grateful you two let me tag along for the ride. Thanks for that.Jared:You’re very welcome, but I should be thanking you for sharing mine and Michael’s story with everyone. You helped us find each other and that’s something neither of us will ever forget.
Tyler:Jared, it was my pleasure. I’ll let you get back to your man. Give him a hug and a kiss, and tell him we wish you both the best.Jared: I sure will, and we both wish you the best with your future stories. Keep up the hot romance and the man-love. Just don’t forget that we were your first!
Tyler: That, my friend, would be impossible to forget!!
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Am I writing to please the world? Um, maybe not so much...

Hello my lovelies!
      I've decided to do something a little different today. I usually promote other authors or my latest releases, but while browsing the internet for romantic pictures for my publisher's GLBT day on Facebook, a random thought occurred to me...
      I spend far too much time apologizing for the genres I write. 
      Sometimes I'm apologizing for the M/M stories, but sometimes it's because my books have become hotter over the last couple of years, and I've discovered that other authors, who at one time were my peers, my equals, now seem to look down on me, and that hurts. 
      Although I may endure the sting, I still can't help asking myself why I feel the need to apologize at all. 
     After all, I don't write erotic stories for the sex, even though sex is essential for the kind of passion I prefer to express. 
     I, personally, am a very passionate person and guess what? I can be a little kinky, too. Shocker, I know. 
     I spent over fifteen years in a marriage where I behaved accordingly as a mother and wife, but in all honesty, passion wasn't always there, though the desire to be passionate definitely was.
     In later years, when I had to start over from scratch, I was able to express my inner kink and experiment. 
     In doing so, I proved what I knew all along... SEX is awesome, and it's even better when desires are freely expressed and one takes advantage of all the beautiful ways  to please and be pleased. 
     So, if I've had the opportunity to be true to myself, why wouldn't I try to be just as true to the characters I write, whether they're straight, gay, lesbian or bi? 
     Being a little freaky, or more open about sex doesn't mean I don't believe in the sanctity of marriage, the seriousness of a committed relationship, or the equal rights of any couple in love to be together in whatever way they choose or with whomever they choose. It just means that I feel a little freer to express it, and I try to do so tastefully.
     Yes, the language tends to be a little rougher with my male/male stories, but in all fairness, men are different than women. 
    Men can, and do, say things to each other they might not say to a woman simply because most were raised to treat women differently. That's particularly true in my neck of the woods where women are southern belles and men are expected to be gentlemen. 
     When I write a m/m story, I prefer to let men be men and try not to mold them into the perfect mate for a woman,  but instead, the perfect mate for another man. No false pretense or over-politeness for the sake of being gentlemanly. I prefer an alpha to stay alpha and it's even better if both men vie for that coveted spot of "top dog." That's just nature, folks! 
     When a woman is involved, she can be strong, but the man always needs to be a true hero or he loses favor with the reader and could even lose the interest of the heroine in the process, so there isn't much of a power struggle.
     Whereas with two heroes...well, now you're talking a true blue, no holds barred, fight to the finish and that's hot. 
     So how can I apologize for something that comes naturally to me as a writer? How can I try to 'explain' my position on equal rights for everyone, especially where love is concerned? How can I expect others feel the emotion in my books, if I am untrue to the emotion I create between two lovers?(or 3 where Immortal Thirst is concerned)
     And more importantly, how can I apologize for passion, no matter how naughty it gets? 
     The simple answer is....I won't. Not anymore.
     If someone prefers reading behind closed doors sex...so be it. I'll not think less of them or consider them a prude or uptight or in any other negative way. 
by Pablo Picasso     And I won't have my feelings hurt if they don't read my books either. In fact, I would feel more at ease for their sake if they didn't, simply because I want my readers to feel comfortable with the emotions they experience while reading my books. If they're feeling antsy, I'll feel antsy too, and where's the fun in that?
    In return, all I ask is for the same respect to be extended to me, especially from other authors. It's no fun feeling like a outsider just because my taste in writing tends to fall outside the "box". 
by Leonardo Di Vinci     Besides, should Picasso apologize to Di Vinci for seeing the world differently? I would hope not. 
     Our differences are what makes us all so special, whether it be the way we worship, the way we raise our children, or the way we express our desires. 
     Someone once told me when I first began to seriously pursue writing..."Write like your mama's already dead."
     Now, that piece of advice wasn't meant to be a death wish for my mother, by any means. 
     

Instead, it was a reminder to give myself permission to write in a way where I can remain true to my muse and to my heart without fear of what others would say or think.
I'd forgotten that somewhere along the way, but now I'm back on track. 

Sexy ex-Marines, Faeries, and "A Boon By Moonlight"- Nicola Cameron has it all!!

Tyler's Naughty Notions has seen a lot of things, but this will be our first "Faerie" Tale and I couldn't be more thrilled!!I had to do a little research on the Sidhe (shee), and I must say, I found it all very intriguing. Throw in two super sexy heroes, and well... that's a recipe for one high calorie snack! Hope you enjoy the tasty morsels, Nicola Cameron has prepared for us today as we dig into her new release, A Boon By Moonlight!!Just look at that cover... now you know it's gonna be yummy for sure!!




Ex-Marine Zach Mayhew is willing to do anything for his dying grandmother, even find a fairy ring and beg that she be allowed to spend her last days in Faerie. But when a gorgeous Sidhe noble demands a night in his bed in return, Zach learns that a boon asked by moonlight can have unexpected consequences for his heart.










·        Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-boon-by-moonlight-by-nicola-cameron/·        Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Boon-Moonlight-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00BN0S1LQ
BOOK TRAILER:http://youtu.be/7sP6kI7hi1o
 PG EXCERPT
"You called, mortal?"Zach spun and dropped into a defensive crouch, groping for an assault weapon that wasn't there. After a moment, his brain finally registered that he wasn't in the desert, this wasn't an ambush. Heart hammering, he yanked the flashlight out of his jacket pocket and thumbed the switch, aiming the beam at the faerie ring.And the tall figure that now stood within it. It held up one hand, shading its eyes. "Put away your light. I mean you no harm," it ordered."Oh, fuck that noise," Zach croaked. "Who are you?""You summoned me, mortal. I might ask you the same question."Slowly, Zach lowered the beam. And felt his mouth go dry at the man who now stood in the faerie ring, giving him an irritated look.It didn't help that he was one of the most gorgeous men Zach had ever seen. Tall and lean, he had model-perfect cheekbones that were complimented by huge eyes overhung by thick, well-shaped brows, a straight, slightly pointy nose, and a mouth made for kissing. A mane of thick hair that looked black in the moonlight hung well past his waist, and seemed to move independently of him. He wore something that could have been one of Tom Hiddleston's costume rejects from The Avengers, and a curved sword hung at his right hip.The faerie ring was empty thirty seconds ago, Zach thought dazedly, and there was no way someone could have snuck through the woods and jumped into it, not without him hearing them. Son of a god damned bitch. It worked, it really worked. He'd summoned a Seelie sidhe, a Shining One. Who was now raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. He licked his lips, feeling massively underprepared. "Hi," he said after a cough. The eyebrow rose another millimeter. "Yeah, sorry. Um, my name is Zach Mayhew, and I want to ask a boon," he forged on. "Of you. Please."The other eyebrow came up to join its mate. "A boon," the sidhe said in a rich tenor, sounding somewhere between exasperated and amused. "Now that's a word I haven't heard from human lips for many a year. Well, then, what boon do you request, mortal man?"
ADULT EXCERPT
Growling under his breath, Zach went back upstairs and yanked his bedroom door open. "Oh."Jerrek was already in bed. His outfit had been neatly folded over the old straight back chair in the corner, and the sidhe himself was nude and stretched out over Zach's faded blue bedcover. His long, shining brown hair filmed his body just as Zach imagined, revealing tantalizing glimpses of corded arms, a firm chest, and a set of abs that looked like cobblestones. Zach's gaze continued down, falling on the long, slim cock that was already starting to harden, laying in a graceful curve over one muscled thigh.The sidhe propped his head up on one hand. "It took you long enough. I was starting to worry that you'd forgotten me," he commented with a smirk."Just -- just wanted to get Gram to bed," Zach managed. "Make sure she was asleep.""And is she?""Yeah."Jerrek reached out to him. "Well, then. Come to me."Wondering if he was in a dream, Zach stepped forward and took the proffered hand. Suddenly he found himself pulled over the sidhe like a human-shaped blanket. "Since you prefer to top and all," Jerrek purred.Zach could feel the heat rising from the other man's body, warming him through. Jerrek's smirk shifted, turning into a smile. It was both challenge and invitation, and Zach lowered his head until he could just brush his lips across that curved mouth. A tingling jolt went through him, dancing across his nerve endings and grounding out in his groin. He gasped and Jerrek took advantage of that, kissing him back and running the tip of his tongue around Zach's lips. The kiss softened, deepened, until their tongues were dueling slickly against each other.With a soft growl, Jerrek pulled back, sucking in a breath as he did. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes," he said, rubbing his naked groin against Zach's still clothed one. "Take them off at once."Zach couldn't help grinning at the order. "Are you always this bossy?""I prefer to think of it as authoritative. What part of 'sidhe lord' didn't you grasp?""Well, now that you mention it—" Zach slid a hand between their bodies, curling his fingers around the other man's shaft and squeezing gently. Jerrek's mouth opened in a soft groan and he squirmed, bucking into Zach's grip."I've never had anyone talk back to me the way you do," he breathed. "It's really very refreshing."Zach grunted at that, focusing on what was in his hand. Skin so soft it almost didn't register against his fingertips, and beneath that hardness and a heat that pulsed against his palm. He stroked up, letting his thumb brush across the tip, and felt a bead of wetness there. "I think you like it," he murmured. "You need someone who isn't going to stand still for your shit.""I would hardly call it—" Jerrek's complaint was cut off as Zach kissed him again, luring his tongue out and sucking on it. Jerrek moaned into his mouth, then again as he pulled away, laying a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the sidhe's jaw and down his neck. "Oh, that's nice. Don't stop."
A little about Nicola...
Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.
Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).                                    ·        Where to find Nicola Cameron and her books...          Website /Blog:http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com ·        Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nicolacameronwrites·        Twitter: https://twitter.com/YesItsNicolaC·        
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Tyler Robbins' new M/M/M release, Immortal Thirst!!

An immortal thirst can never be denied,  especially when it’s a thirst for each other!!
It's finally here! My latest GLBT story, and this one not only has a sexy ex-Navy SEAL, but it's teaming with vampires and vampire hybrids!! 

AND it just made the TOP 100 Paid in Kindle sales list on Amazon!! 

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I promise not to keep you waiting a second longer! So, enjoy this snippet from, Immortal Thirst!!
Vampire, Tristan Deveraux, savored the night with his young progeny, Caleb, by his side. Satisfying his shameless desires, he took what he wanted without reprisal or regret, until Gauge Roberts darkened his door. Gauge, an ex-Navy Seal, offered more than muscles and brawn when he became Tristan’s personal security coordinator. Surrendering to an undeniable attraction, the dominating soldier scratched an itch both had ignored far too long. A remarkable bond is quickly formed between the three very different men, allowing each to fulfill individual needs while maintaining separate but equal relationships, until a surprising enemy threatens to destroy it all. Will they survive the deadly fight, or is heartbreak the only price for satisfying their kind’s immortal thirst?
ADULT EXCERPT:     Unable to stand another second of the incredible orgasm, Tristan withdrew then collapsed onto the sofa. His mind whirled with warring thoughts of Gauge and then of Caleb. How would his protégé react to Tristan’s desires for the other man? Did he owe his creation an explanation at all?           They’d shared lovers before, but this was different. Tristan didn’t want Gauge for a kinky romp. Part of him wanted to keep the hybrid around for a while, and that was quite a contrast from the current arrangement he shared with Caleb.         Now, if Tristan could only get past the fact that Gauge intended to kill his brother. Wrapping his head around that information would take a little more time.       Caleb got up and stood before Tristan, his spent cock dangling in Tristan’s face.        “Sorry I didn’t return the favor.” Guilt weighed heavily on Tristan’s mind, knowing all too well he’d only reached orgasm this time because he’d been fixated on his lust for Gauge.       “You always satisfy me, sire.” Caleb’s sweet smile encouraged one in return from Tristan.        He took his lover’s hand in his and caressed his fingers. “Stay with me tonight?”          “As you wish.”Tristan rose from the sofa and headed for the door while Caleb remained behind to oversee the removal of the food he’d prepared for their guest, and to make sure any remnants of their own meal hadn’t been left behind. Caleb was quite thorough with his duties.          As Tristan entered the hallway, he found Gauge leaning against the wall a few yards away from the door.       When their eyes met, Tristan’s stomach fluttered with excitement. He sauntered toward him, his body reacting to Gauge in ways he’d never experienced with other men, not even Caleb. “Been here long?”       Gauge drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “Long enough to know Kathryn Guthrie knew what the fuck she was doing after all.”Though intrigued by the reply, Tristan fought hard not to let on. “How so?”       Gauge started toward him until they met in the middle. His scent had deepened, adopting a musky, feral aroma that made Tristan’s balls tighten and pulse with need.          Tristan backed against the wall.     Gauge towered over him, muscular arms settling on both sides of Tristan’s head as he pinned him in. “Make no mistake. When I decide to give you what you want, you need to know that I won’t settle for anything less than all of you.”          A worrisome pinch irritated Tristan’s side. “Caleb is my—”       “I’m not talking about that. Caleb serves his purpose well, and I’m sure I’ll find use of his talents quite pleasing myself, but where our business is concerned, your head better be in the game or I’ll make you regret it.”Tristan swallowed hard and nodded.         Gauge leaned in and barely skimmed his lips across Tristan’s.        Just as Tristan responded and moved in for more, Gauge pulled back and walked away without a second glance.
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Rebecca Brochu's Back With, The Baker Gets His Man!!

   It's been a minute since the adorable Rebecca Brochu visited last, but we're so glad she remembered how to get here.    In case you haven't met her, or have yet to discover her wonderful books, let's catch you up!

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     Rebecca Brochu is a fellow Evernight author who lives in a small town in North Carolina, surrounded by fields and fresh air. Naturally, she spends most of her days crouched in front of a keyboard or curled up with a book.  As an avid video game and anime enthusiast, it would be an understatement to say that Rebecca has a vivid imagination. With a collection of games, dvd's, and books that number too many to count, she’s often neck deep in some fantasy world.  Rebecca is also the proud owner of two haughty cats and one encouraging dog.
     Now, let's take a peek at what Rebecca's brought to share with us...
     Jacob Stine, one of the owners of the town’s bakery, has wanted Race Carroway since the moment they first met much to the amusement of his best friend Kyle.  Despite the obvious tension between them he’s always assumed that the hunky mechanic would never be interested in him.  Jacob’s contented himself with admiring Race from a distance until the day he’s forced to call him for help.     When the encounter turns steamy and then ends with Race running off without an explanation Jacob is torn between hurt and confusion.  He has to make the decision between finally moving on and trusting Race with one more chance.  Will the baker have what it takes to get his man?
Adult Excerpt:
     The wet heat of his mouth was almost torturous, and Jacob scrambled to find something to hold on to.  His hands skated over the top of Race’s buzzed hair for a moment before he forced them away to claw at the wood behind him.  Race reached up and grabbed one of Jacob’s hands, placing it on the back of his own head and pressing in silent permission.
     Jacob felt his heart skip a beat, but then it was back to racing hard and fast in his chest as he cupped the back of Race’s head in his palm and gave a short, shallow thrust of his hips.  Race hummed low in his throat, and the vibration sent chills down Jacob’s spine. He pushed forward harder, forced his cock farther down Race’s throat.  Race swallowed, and Jacob couldn’t help himself after that.  
     His free hand went up to clutch at his own hair as he used the other to maneuver Race on his cock.  One minute he pressed in deep, could feel the heat of Race’s breath on his hair and his tongue lapping at his base, and then he would pull him back, let him suckle at the head for a second before doing it all over again.  Jacob was intoxicated by the very idea of having Race, strong muscular Race, even a tiny bit under his control, even when it was painfully obvious that Race allowed it to happen.
     He’d been so on edge around Race for so long that he knew he wasn’t going to last long, couldn’t last long, not with the way Race sucked him hard and fast and then soft and slow.  Not with the way Race took him deep and hummed around his shaft, only to pull back and lave the head of his cock with his tongue.  Jacob could feel it building, could feel his balls drawing up and tightening, and the hand on the back of Race’s head moved to his shoulder to push frantically in warning.
     Race’s mouth came off of his cock with an obscene noise and then his hands were in its place, trailing up and down his shaft, stroking him fast and confident as his thumb flirted with his slit.
     “Come on, Jacob.  Want to see you.  Been wanting to see you for months.”  Race practically crooned at him, and the sight of him there, normally taciturn and dour-looking Race on his knees, eyes blown wide from desire and lips red from sucking his cock, was too much for Jacob.  His eyes slammed closed of their own accord, and he felt the orgasm punch its way through his body as he spilled over the tight circle of Race’s finger while Race continued to croon at him almost sweetly.

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Michaela Rhua drops by to play a little "Truth or Dare"!!

Welcome back everyone!!Last post was all about the guys thrilling a girl, but today we're in for a lovely treat!! This post is all about the ladies!! Please help me give a warm welcome to my fellow Evernight author, Michaela Rhua as she dishes all the yummy deets about her new release, Truth or Dare!!!
Here's what we know about Michaela:
Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing, but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she loves writing!She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.Michaela is a multi-published author with Breathless Press, Evernight Publishing and a self-published anthology with authors from The Nuthouse Scribblers.

Welcome Michaela, take it away...
May I just start by saying thank you for letting me visit your blog.
I am really excited and nervous with this release. It is my first solo book with Evernight Publishing and my first Alternative Erotic story. It is called Truth or Dare and centres around two friends who one day go beyond friendship but all is not roses the next day.



Here is the blurb for you all to give you a flavour.Leah and Jess have been friends for years, and having set up business together, they are even more aware of the need to keep things strictly professional. However all that changes after one drunken dare leads them to discover unbelievable passion. Who knew when friends become lovers the result would be so explosive and life altering, even if things seem different in the cold light of day. Can two friends face the truth and find happiness or was it a dare too far?



Ready for a little taste?Leah sat shocked as Jess threw herself into an impromptu sexy routine. She began with seductive hip swinging. She threw her head down in front of Leah, and then quickly back so her golden locks fell messily around her face. Oh hell, she looked so hot. Next came a slow unbuttoning of her shirt and Jess took her time in revealing a purple lace bra holding those full breasts in place. Leah took a gulp of wine not believing her eyes. Jess grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together as the song continued with its sensual lyrics. Leah licked her lips, wanting to lick those fulsome breasts. Jess took hold of the chair nearest to Leah. Standing on it, she began to unbuckle her belt, which she threw dramatically across the bar. Leah's mouth went dry at the vision of pure sex on legs in front of her. Moisture leaked from her pussy, wetting her panties. She leaned forward in her chair. The movement created friction against her pussy. The vision before her combined with the spinning light, sensual music, and the friction of the chair was driving her to the brink of orgasm.  Jess grabbed her crotch and rubbed the area, biting her lip and closing her eyes. She began to unzip her jeans slowly, not taking her eyes off Leah. That eye-to-eye contact sent shivers of arousal through Leah, but the combination of actions caused the sexy blonde bombshell to lose her balance. Suddenly Leah saw Jess tumble. She shot out of her seat, but she was too late to catch Jess, who hit the floor."Oh my God. Are you okay, Jess?" Leah looked down at her friend, who lay with eyes closed and body motionless. Panic rising inside her, she looked round to see where her phone was to call an ambulance.Suddenly the other woman erupted into a fit of giggles, much to Leah's relief."Seriously, Jess, I thought you hit your head or something!"  Leah moaned, letting relief wash over her now that she realized her friend wasn’t hurt. Her heartbeat was just returning to normal.Jess held out her hand to Leah. Their fingers meshed together and Jess pull her down to the floor. As blue eyes held her own, Leah knew her breathing had become uneven. Was this the dream she had longed to come true for so long? The club was silent. The track had finished. The disco lights spun, a shower of multi-colored lights creating a magical space around them.Leah lowered her head down. It was a now or never moment. She looked at her friend with her halo of golden hair spread around her. She looked like an angel on the midnight floor. Jess' eyes softened the closer she got. Leah's lips hovered over hers. She licked them slowly before kissing Jess passionately. She felt Jess' hands in her hair, holding their lips together. She wants this as much as I do. Leah stroked Jess' hair while her other hand went to her breast, squeezing and massaging. Jess spread her legs under Leah and wrapped them around her, drawing her closer. Leah ground her hips into Jess, enjoying the friction. She pinched a nipple, eliciting a groan from the woman beneath her. She moved from her lips to her neck, licking and biting the delicate skin down to her breasts. She sucked the hardened nipple though the lace and Jess' moans became louder, her hands holding the back of Leah's head to her breast. Leah took her time enjoying the body she had longed to make love to. Her pussy was wet, but she wanted to focus on Jess' needs not her own. She went from one nipple to the other before pulling the bra up to reveal full breasts with pink, wet nipples. She squeezed the breasts together, drawing both nipples into the center, then licked a trail from one to another. Jess squirmed under her, gasping with each lick. Leah kissed down her flat stomach to her hips. Her zipper was halfway down so Leah unzipped it completely, revealing matching lace undies. She pulled at the jeans. Jess sat up a little to help ease them off, removing her shirt and bra at the same time. She lay down and Leah drank in the sight of her creamy skin, pink in places where she had sucked or gently bitten. She buried her head between Jess' legs, and she found the lace was wet with the other woman's juices. Leah sucked her clit through the lace, enjoying the taste of her.
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Welcome author Silvia Stancil and Double Vision

Hold on to your knickers boys and girls, it's about to get hot up in here!
Please help me welcome our first M/F/M menage to Tyler's Naughty Notions, with Silvia Stancil's, Double Vision!!
But first, let's get to know a little about Silvia!
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Silvia Stancil lives in beautiful South Carolina with her husband, young son, and all the characters in her head. She holds a  degree in English and spends her free time writing, running by the  ocean, and wearing too much eye makeup. Silvia writes erotica,  mainstream romance, horror and YA under multiple pen names.


Independent bartender Kit Blank has a problem lately, and it comes in the form of Jax Heart, the sexiest and most sophisticated vampire in the entire city. While she’s more than happy to hit the sheets, chat it up, and spend all her free time with Jax, the thought of actually committing to him leaves a bad taste in her mouth. Worse yet, as much as she digs Jax, he’s been completely turning her off lately by pushing her toward a real commitment…the kind that comes with fangs. Kit is torn. Does she really love Jax, or is she truly only ready for a boy toy?But it appears she may have underestimated Jax, who shows up at Club Heat to surprise her in a whole new ensemble…leather jacket, hand ties and all. The only problem is, when Kit’s ready for round two, Jax doesn’t actually remember any of it.  Is Jax lying? Has Kit gone crazy? Or are they both suffering from a mysterious case of double vision?
BLURB:“Is that a vampire down here?” one of the wolf shifters asked. He cocked his brow and emitted a little growl. “Don’t they know Thursday night is...”“Yeah, yeah,” Kit said with a sigh. “Thursday night is Shifter Night, but he’s a friend of mine, okay? Oh, look. There’s Janika.”The young blonde girl at the door was Kit’s close friend as well as co-worker. She had been working at Club Heat for two years, almost as long as Kit had. Janika certainly knew the ropes well enough to take over the bar for a while, even if Kit was technically the supervisor. More than likely, she wouldn’t have an issue with Kit taking some time off for some hanky-panky in the utility room with Jax. Janika was a fun sort, if not a little bitchy.“Janika!” Kit greeted her co-worker with a smile. “A pleasure to see you. You mind taking over for a little bit wile I spend some time with a friend of mine?”Janika turned up her nose. Her former sorority girl facade must have been a hard thing to kick, after all. But, she was cool enough. Kit gave her friend a goofy smile as she waited for an answer.“Jax?” Janika asked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What’s a vamp doing down here on...”“Yeah, on Shifter Thursdays,” Kit said. She put her hands up and shrugged. “He came to see me. Can you hold the bar down for awhile or what?”“Yeah, sure.” Janika pulled a washrag from her apron to wipe down the bar. “Missed a spot, Kit.”Kit laughed and flipped her co-worker off as she hopped over the bar. She practically dragged Jax off his barstool. There was something different about him tonight, something animalistic that just begged to be unleashed. He was almost like a shifter, seemingly fitting for Shifter Thursday.“Back here, back here.” Kit pulled him to the area behind the bar and scrambled to unlock the door to the utility room. “I can’t believe you’re up for this. This is so unlike you.”“Yeah, well.” Jax shoved her into the closet and slammed the door behind him. “I’m up for all kinds of new things, lately,” he told her. Jax reached up to pull the string that turned the light on. “Are you, baby?”“Y-yeah.”Jax was certainly being weird, but it would do. Already, her skirt had slid around her ankles. His hands weren’t shy as he examined her and fondled two fingers into her pussy. Kit had already gotten wet from the thought of Jax lightening up. She missed their kinky no-strings attached sex.“There we are,” he growled.She realized the tip of his pinky finger had penetrated just a little bit into her asshole. Kit shuddered, going to protest. She had never done such a thing. He slapped her on the ass, hard. Kit’s felt her eyes widen in both shock and pleasure.“Don’t talk,” he commanded. Jax grabbed her wrists. He tied a black, silk scarf around them, binding her hands together.“Oh, Jax...”Another slap on the ass, hard enough to make her squeal.“I thought I told you not to talk. Now, you may answer my questions if I address you. Yes, sir?”“Y-yeah.”Slap. That one had been so hard it reverberated into her legs. Kit bit her lip. This was too hot. This wasn’t Jax. But it was. “Yes sir,” she purred.“Excellent,” he said. “Do you know what I have in my hands, Kit? What I’m about to put somewhere we’ve never played before?”“No, sir.”“Good.”Kit held back a squeal as the sensation of tiny beads slid inside her ass. Jax slid his hand down neatly between her parted lips. He easily used her soaking wet pussy to lube up her asshole. The little beads slid in and out fast. They twisted in different directions and caused sensations inside Kit that she hadn’t known possible.“Oh, shit,” she muttered. Another slap rang on her bare ass, causing her to let out a little squeak. The sound bought her another slap.“There we go,” he said. Jax gently pulled back the beads. He left just a few of them inside of her and brought it from one side to another with a firm pressure. He pulled her lips apart again. The next thing she knew, he was inside her. The beads jiggled back and forth as he grunted his way into her insides. The vampire jammed up so far inside of her that it hurt for a minute.“What has gotten into you?” she gasped. Kit tried to grab at the wall for support before she remembered she was tied up.“What you said to me last night got into me,” he said in a low voice. He slapped her good on the thigh, hard enough to make a red mark. “That’s for talking. You said I was emo, Kit. Emo kid. I’m here to show you I’m not.”


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