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July 8, 2013
Aftermath
Finally almost done with Aftermath–my first novel, my first m/m erotica book 
I’ll have a release date for you within a week, I think.
Before then, here are a few glimpses.
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Austin looked around himself, panic creeping up his spine, but he saw nothing. Not even his hands that were cuffed together in front of him. It was pitch black, and as his senses slowly returned to him, he gagged at the smell of sweat, urine, and vomit.
“He-hello?” he croaked as a furious headache settled in. Judging by how his voice carried, he guessed he was in a small space.
Then there was a response. “Not your lucky day, man.”
Fear shot through Austin, and he automatically pulled his legs closer to his body and raised his arms in case a fight was coming. He was definitely not alone in this small…wherever he was.
“Where am I?” Austin demanded in a rasp.
This time, the man spoke softer. “No idea.”
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“Are you taking your meds?”
Cam rolled his eyes and grabbed a beer. “Who are you—my fucking father? Yeah, I’m taking my meds. Christ.”
Austin sighed.
Still feeling agitated and antsy, Cam chugged down his first beer quickly and then leaned back in his chair, reminding himself that Austin was here now. Nothing had gone wrong. It was just Riley who’d been reluctant to leave her dad.
It sucked that they lived in completely different parts of the city. On opposite sides, even.
“So…big birthday tomorrow.” Austin went for conversation again.
“Not really.” Cam closed his eyes and breathed calmly. “Thirty or forty would’ve been big. Or even thirty-five. Not thirty-four.”
If anyone had a big birthday coming up, it was Austin. In December, he’d turn forty. Cam remembered that from one of the times he’d had an anxiety attack in that metal cage. Austin had calmed his ass down with useless trivia about accounting, childhood stories, and some other personal crap that made Cam focus on something other than his hyperventilating.
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Since Cam had been locked up in here, he had spent his time fighting off anxiety attacks, shouting for help, regulating his motherfucking breathing, and learning the names of the other eight fuckers in here. He’d found out that they were all stuck in small cells two and two—Victor and Chase, Lance and James, Tim and Sean, Pete and Chris. And now Cam and Austin.
They were names he’d remember involuntarily, ’cause it was nothing he gave a flying fuck about at this point. All he cared about was the fact that ten seemingly able-bodied men had gotten themselves kidnapped, and as far as they all knew, only one man was responsible. In other words, shit didn’t look good.
He’d read the papers, of course, so he knew that the first dude had been taken about a week before Cam was kidnapped, too. It was big news in the entire state, and now the number was ten kidnappings in approximately eleven days.
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Cam was in purgatory when someone woke him up. Disoriented and ready to fight for his life, he flew outta his chair and pounced on the fucker touching his arm. Vision blurry, he gripped Psycho by the throat and they ended up on the floor—
“Cam!”
What the fuck?
The sound of Austin’s voice made Cam slow down his movements.
“Jesus Christ, Cam,” Austin growled, and with a force Cam couldn’t compete with, he ended up on his back, his shoulder blades digging into the wooden floorboards of the patio. Shit. Patio. He was back home. Not hell. Not that metal cage. Austin was here. They were safe. The next time Austin spoke, it was softer. “Talk to me, Cam. You’re a mess.”
Cam released a choked breath and tried to relax under Austin’s body. “I’m sorry,” he muttered in a strangled voice. “Fuck. I don’t—” I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It had been like this whenever someone woke him up. At the hospital, it had been his brother. Then, a few days after he’d been released, he had hooked up with one of the chicks who never stopped calling him. He had fallen asleep at her apartment after a mediocre fuck, and when she’d woken him up, she had been on the receiving end of a fist.
He felt beyond shitty. Savannah had been understanding—had even tried to comfort Cam while he took her to the emergency room for her split lip, and she’d offered to drive him to his shrink’s office afterward. Cam had passed on the offer, apologized a hundred times, then ended their casual relationship.
He wasn’t gonna take a chance with Kim or Walsh, the other two he hooked up with from time to time. He’d ended things with them, too. Kim had cried, reminding Cam of how women could get—so much for fucking casually—and Walsh had been oddly quiet.
There was also another reason Cam had already planned on never seeing Walsh again, and that reason was currently lying on top of him. Being with a guy would cause Cam to think about other things than being friends with Austin, a man he needed in his life.
“Have you spoken to Gale about this?” Austin asked as he slowly removed himself from Cam. They went to the same psychologist—all the surviving guys did. “You should. It could be PTSD.”
June 25, 2013
For the love of boys and not-so-much taxes
I think I’ve become obsessed with guy-on-guy lovin’. Whenever I hit up Goodreads, I head straight for the m/m shelves. Ha! Straight for gay shelves…well, at least I crack myself up. Anyway, I didn’t really think my very first novel would fall under the m/m category, alas…
Aftermath is the name of the novel I plan to publish next–or maybe around the same time I publish the next Touch book–and here is the cover
Novel, meaning it’s a hella lot longer than my shorter pieces.
In other news, I’ve finally recieved my tax identification number from the IRS in the States, which means I don’t have to pay double taxes and that the novellas and novelettes I’ve published on my own website will soon be available on Amazon I’ll keep you posted.
Later,
Cara
June 19, 2013
Touch to Surrender!
Touch to Surrender is now available on my website. www.caradeewrites.net
I’m currently in the process of sending out all pre-orders, so if you have pre-ordered but haven’t recieved it within the hour, please contact me.
Hope you like it,
Cara
Some news :-)
Two hours ’til Touch to Surrender is available on my website – www.caradeewrites.net – and, also, there’s a blog dedicated to all things Touch Series now. The basic info is already there, but I’ll add a lot more. Pictures, mini outtakes, character interviews, etc.
You can find the blog here:
http://thetouchseries.wordpress.com/
~Cara
June 6, 2013
Touch to Surrender – Excerpt
I’ve teased my readers in my Facebook group a little, but I realized I haven’t posted anything here on my blog. So, here’s a spanking new excerpt from Touch to Surrender
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Brayden Zeagler
“Let’s leave Donovan and Rory to their warm-up for a bit.” Master decides quietly. “Evangeline, I want you to sit on my cock. Your back to my chest.” My mouth waters, and I wonder what he’ll have me do. “And, Brayden, you’re gonna eat our little girl’s pussy.” Oh, I can definitely do that. “Kneel between my legs, pup,” he grunts as Lina sinks down on him with a needy whimper.
Once she’s lowered onto him, I take my position on the floor, licking my lips at the sexy sight. Not just the way Master stretches my girlfriend’s pussy, but also how she coats him in her arousal. Now that we’re all in a committed relationship and have all been tested, we don’t have to bother with condoms, for which I’m grateful. And technically, Mr. Ford’s office is not in the club, where condoms are a must.
To the sounds of Rory getting finger-fucked and paddled behind me, I place my hands on Master’s knees and lean forward, dropping an open-mouthed kiss on Lina’s swollen clit. Master grips her hips, moving her over him in slow strokes, and it’s goddamn mesmerizing to watch. I’m so close, and I see every ridge of Master’s cock as it fucks Lina. Once again, I lean in, this time licking her instead of kissing, and I’m not going anywhere.
I lap at her soft, smooth flesh, easily getting into their beat. To make Lina moan and cry out, I suck hard on her clit. To make her squirm and gasp, I lick farther down and nibble on her spread lips. So close. Just a couple inches away from Master’s glistening cock. In a moment of surrender—my mind is completely blank, or perhaps overcome with lust—I lick them exactly where they’re joined.
“Fuck yeah, Brayden,” Master moans.
I groan, suddenly frantic with need. My tongue laps around Lina’s hole, snaking around Master’s thick cock. At the same time, my fingers dig into his knees and I move my face even closer, effectively burying myself in their arousal. I devour both of them and notice how Master slams Lina down on him faster and harder. With each slap of Mr. Moore’s paddle, Lina whimpers and tenses her pussy.
I think that’s where her mind is, because she does get a thrill from a little pain.
Then there’s a hand at the back of my head, pushing me against their crotches, and Master not giving me a choice makes it so much easier for me. I pretend I’m only doing it because he wants it, because he silently commands it, which triggers me to go further. For a moment, I leave Lina’s sweet pussy for Master’s cock, and I close my lips over the base of him, sucking on his tight skin. I taste him, I taste my lovely girl. I suck, I lick, I kiss…I go even farther down and tongue his balls.
My own balls are aching, tight and drawn up, and my dick is leaking, causing the silk of my boxers to stick to it.
“Jesus Christ, pup.” Master starts panting, and I redouble my efforts, desperate to give him pleasure. “That’s enough.” He stills all of us, heavy breathing the only sound in the office. Even Mr. Moore’s paddle is quiet. “It’s time to switch positions.”
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Touch to Surrender will be released on June 20th, but it can already be pre-ordered here.
~Cara
June 3, 2013
Touch to Surrender is available for pre-order!
You can now pre-order Touch to Surrender, the third book in the Touch Series, on my website. Just click HERE.
May 4, 2013
Amazon policy and new titles/covers
Lisa, my editor, rock, person, friend, all that…she sent me an article yesterday that basically had me sighing and go, “Well, of course. Another obstacle. Because making it easy for writers would be nice, and we can’t have that.” And after reading the article, which you can find HERE, I went on a blog cruise and found more articles of the same kind.
I have no real issues with adult filters, but in case Amazon takes it further, I’ve made some changes. It’s just a precaution. I’ll stay away from covers with nudity and titles with kink in ‘em. Which means Daddy’s Touch has a spankin’ new name. So does Master’s Touch. I’ve also changed the cover designs.
I figured it was best to do it while I still run this little shindig fairly quietly–before, kink gods willing, the books might become a bit more known
The contents of the books stay the same; I haven’t changed a word, but they now come with new covers/titles/design. You can consider Daddy’s Touch and Master’s Touch as first editions 
and if you want the exact same stories but with new covers, you can always wait ’til I’m on Amazon and the books go free at one point or the other. Most books do that occasionally to bring in more readers, so I’ll go with the crowd!
Stress point: they’re not new books; nothing has changed once you open the file aside from the title. So, don’t go to my site and think another Touch book has been released.
The Touch Series
#1 – Look But Don’t Touch (previously titled Daddy’s Touch.) I changed the title and the cover to get away from too-obvious nudity/kink. But, again, the contents stay the same.
#2 – Twice the Touch (previously titled Master’s Touch.) I changed the title–and it was Lisa who came up with the perfect title!–because Amazon might one day think “Master” is too kinky. Who the hell knows? Better be safe than sorry.
#3 – Touch to Surrender. I only changed the cover design so that it’ll match the new ones Oh, and it’s now the third book in the series. It was previously labeled 2,5 since it was only supposed to be a short novelette about Brayden’s surrender to Master Mark. But, whaddya know, Brayden has more to say FYI, I will have a release date for this book very soon.
#4 – Touch of Trouble. Kayla’s book I changed the cover design so it’ll match the others, and I gave the girl panties, much to Daddy Nicholas’s dismay.
Okay, here are the new covers
Adios for now!
Cara
April 16, 2013
Master’s Touch is now available!
While we keep waiting for the wonderful IRS to give me the green light for Amazon, you can find my original fiction HERE, and as of today, that includes Master’s Touch, the second book in the Touch Series Click on the link for all kinds of info.
Oh, and if you happen to run across the Swedish PayPal by any chance, there’s a couple translation pics on my FAQ–also on my site.
xoxo,
Cara
PS: Everyone who has pre-ordered should already have their copy in the inboxes–if not, contact me and we’ll sort it out right away
April 5, 2013
You can now pre-order Master’s Touch
You can now pre-order Master’s Touch!
For more info, click HERE
It will be delivered to your email on April 18th.
REMINDER: This is a pre-order; you’ll recieve the book on April 18th. It will be sent to the email address that matches your PayPal account. If you want it to another email address, leave a message when you make the payment (there’s a box where you can leave a note.)
Excerpt:
“I want your panties off.” My voice is rougher, huskier now. The hand I’ve had on Evangeline’s back trails toward the clasp of her bra. I flick it off. “Help her, Brayden.” And while he does, I remove her bra and toss it aside. I also pull my T-shirt over my head. “You’ve got beautiful breasts.” I capture her mouth in a kiss, at the same time cupping her tits in my hands, feeling the roundness, the heaviness, and two tight nipples that I pinch between my fingers.
“Damn.” She breathes heavily. “I want more—” she hesitates “—is it Mark or Sir?”
I smile against her cheek. “Still Mark. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know.” And right now I want her mouth on me. “Will you kneel for me?”
As a response, she stands up long enough for Brayden to slide down her panties, and then she drops to her knees between my legs. Fucking gorgeous. So willing to submit.
Keeping our gaze locked, I unzip my leather pants and push them down my thighs, my cock slapping against my lower abdomen. I’m acutely aware of the need in Evangeline’s eyes, but what turns me on even more is Brayden in my periphery, licking his lips. The battle he has within himself will make for the sweetest motherfucking surrender one day. Surrender to me.
“Suck me off, kitten.”
