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May 15, 2013
Guest Author Wednesdays ♥ Vona Logan
Hello everyone. Today I’m thrilled to have Romance Author Vona Logan stop by. She’s sharing a little from brand spankin’ new DSP release, Tats of Honor, and some about herself. Don’t forget to leave her a little love below!
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Vona Logan grew up in South Africa and has always been a romantic at heart. Then one day a whole new world opened up to her when she sneaked off with one of her mother’s Mills & Boons. Her love for reading was born and continued to grow until about two years ago when she discovered the world of m/m writing for the first time. Always on the backburner, her desire to write her own love stories ignited and wouldn’t be silenced. So, she wrote her first short story in 2012 and her dream became a reality.
Vona lives in stunning New Zealand with the man of her dreams, a bunch of busy kids, four cats, a dog, and too many guinea pigs to even start counting.
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Tat’s of Honor
by Vona Logan
Kegan Andrews wears his heart on his sleeve, or rather his skin—his tattoo is a testimony to those he’s loved and lost. The losses are piling up—like his young cousin’s suicide and his fiancée’s betrayal. He needs perspective, and the New Zealand trip he planned months ago seems to promise him that. Then Kegan meets Dominic, a man wrapped in so much grief and guilt it’s as if his own heart died two years ago with his long-time partner.
Dominic can’t move on—can’t even imagine it until Kegan jumpstarts his frozen heart. Dominic knows Kegan isn’t gay, so he fights his growing feelings, but Kegan embraces his new self-knowledge about whom he might love. Will Dominic stay mired in the safety of past heartbreak and become a distant memory etched into Kegan’s skin, or will he risk himself for the promise of a new beginning?
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What do you find the hardest part of being an author?
Putting what’s in my head into the right words to convey what I’m seeing. When I have a scene in mind there’s a feel, a smell or atmosphere about it and I always hope to make the reader see what I see and feel what I feel.
What’s you favorite thing about writing?
The surprise of a character’s development. You think you know the character and who they are, but they sometimes surprise you with not reacting at all the way you think they’re going to. As much as those twists and quirks surprise the reader, they delight me when they happen.
Just how H.O.T. are most of your books?
Well, I think they’re sizzling. For someone who grew up pretty conservative (blushes) they’re explicit. However, compared to some books I’ve read from some of my favourite authors, they’re sometimes a bit tamer, but I’m learning and so far, every new books has stepped up the heat levels. In Hard ‘n Deep I made myself blush, all the time.
How sweet or romantic do they tend to be?
Combinations of all three, but one of my main characters always push the boundaries a bit – whether they’re cheeky, obstinate, pushy or liking it rough. There’s usually a character who is steadfast and solid – the rock as I call it. The second character is always a bit wild or untamed with the need for a strong hand. So, usually after the hotness there’s some sweet and romantic bits too
Do you have a specific writing style?
Oooh. Do I? I’m not sure. I just write as the scenes play off in my head. I usually have a spark of a plot bunny (usually at the strangest times) and determine where to start. Then it flows from there.
I’ve been told I write as I speak – to the point, no fuss lol. Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing though. So far I’ve written in 3rd person narrative only, because I’ve heard how hard 1st person can be, so I’m keeping it simple. In my stories I also like writing from both main characters’ point of view so the reader can see and feel with both of them and it can be tricky, but so far it’s been good.
Which is you favorite storyline/angst situation and why? What inspired you to write about it?
For me there are two: When Michael has to decide if he’s willing to pay the price to go back in time to be with Wade after he’d messed up. The other is from Hard ‘n Deep, where Matt leaves Aidan because of his insecurities. Those two belong together so bad and even writing them as separated just about broke my heart.
Boxers or Briefs? I know which I prefer . . . *wink*
Soft, clingy boxers can be so sexy, but I prefer commando. It makes things so much easier and more . . . . accessible. (naughty grin)
Favorite author?
That is so hard to answer, because there are so many. Mainstream authors I enjoy are: J.R. Ward, Lorelei James, Lora Leigh, Maya Banks, Nalini Singh. Amongst my own genre and Indie publishing I enjoy: Marie Calmes, Marie Sexton, Clare London, S.E. Jakes, Hayley B. James and Abigail Roux. This is just a few of them, I have many more.
Favorite quote?
“Do unto others what you would have them do unto you.” Now don’t take that out of context you naughty ones. **wags finger**
Now that’s no fun, Vona, lol.
So, what’s next for you?
The sequel to Tats of Honor, Skye and Levi’s story in the Hard Hot & Sweaty Series and the sequel to Return to Destiny. I also have plans to co-write a cowboy story with my friend, Lexi Ander and a plot bunny has been screaming at me in my head about writing a Kiwi farm boy. So, I have lots of work coming up
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Excerpt
Prologue
THE minister’s final words drifted to his ears on the cold autumn breeze as he stood there on the outskirts of Southampton, England. The hollow syllables offered Kegan Andrews no comfort. How could they? The minister hadn’t known the man in the casket, so to him it was just another person passing on.
Distraught family members huddled close in grief, hopelessly trying to console one another. A few individuals stepped forward, laying down long-stemmed red roses on the lid of the casket as it was slowly lowered.
Gradually the group of funeralgoers dispersed, but Kegan sensed his fiancée, Helen, still standing behind him. Moving forward, he pulled an engraved silver necklace from his pocket and draped it over the flowers crisscrossing the dark mahogany.
He watched and waited until the casket reached the bottom and gently settled into place on the moist, dark soil. From out of nowhere the gravedigger silently stepped forward, but Kegan intercepted him.
“May I?” His voice was hoarse and didn’t sound like his, which was fitting because he was at a loss as to who he really was.
“Sure.” The man held the shovel as Kegan stripped off his suit jacket and rolled up the pristine white sleeves of his dress shirt.
“What are you doing?” Helen said with an annoyed, shocked whisper.
Determined, he ignored her as he methodically started shoveling the soil into the hole. The gravedigger leaned against a nearby tree, close enough to help but far enough away to offer complete privacy.
Several minutes later, Kegan straightened to wipe the tears and sweat off his face and belatedly noticed Helen had left. She would probably get a lift with someone to the funeral luncheon. He hoped she had a ride back home too, because he wouldn’t be following her. There was no way in hell he could be jovial, eat food, and plaster a smile on his face, pretending he wasn’t busy dying inside because his best friend was gone.
Slowly but surely the grave started to fill up. It felt like hours later when the soil reached the edges at the top. Satisfied, he dropped the shovel in exhaustion and wiped his soaked skin with his forearm again. His knees gave out, taking him to the ground. He leaned forward, resting his arms on top of the soil, and surrendered to grief—broken glass slicing his heart to shreds.
Kegan wept for the lost friendship. As far back as he could recall, he’d known Justin. They’d been cousins, in diapers together, sharing potties and clothes. And pretty much everything else since.
The regret threatened to consume him—for not seeing the signs, not being aware his cousin was in trouble and struggling with depression. Kegan had been so busy with his own life, he hadn’t noticed Justin needed him. And now it was too late. Justin was dead. Suicide. Justin had no longer wanted to face this life. The reasons behind the horrific deed would most likely always remain a mystery.
Kegan heard the scuffle of shoes and wearily looked up as the digger picked up the shovel, nodded in respect, and walked away. Rising up from the soil, Kegan pulled on his jacket and walked to where he’d parked his car.
Luncheon was not on his agenda for the next couple of hours. His plans were a bit more unconventional, and ten minutes later, he pulled up in front of the shop. He opened the door and approached the front desk, where a tall, largely muscled, pierced brick house of a man watched him carefully.
“Kegan? What are you doing here today, buddy?” Concern flickered in Carl’s solemn blue eyes.
“Hey, Carl. Do you have time for me now?” Carl’s gaze flickered over Kegan’s bedraggled, dusty state. He must look pretty haggard.
“Sure.” Carl looked down at the appointment book lying open in front of him. “I’ve got the next hour and a half free. What did you have in mind?”
An hour later Kegan walked out of the shop, the new addition to his sleeve tattoo inked underneath the white bandage on his bicep.
“Justin, this one’s for you, bro.”
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April 24, 2013
Guest Author Wednesdays ♥ Lex Chase
Hello everyone. Today I’m thrilled to have Romance Author Lex Chase stop by. She’s sharing a little from her hot, superhero story, Rook Takes Pawn, and some great music. Don’t forget to leave her a little love below!
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Lex Chase is a journalist by day and a writer by night. Either way you slice it, she makes things up for a living. Her style of storytelling is action, adventure, and a dollop of steamy romance. She loves tales of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. She believes it’s never a party until something explodes in a magnificent fashion, be it a rolling fireball of a car or two guys screaming out their love for one another in the freezing rain.
Lex is a pop culture diva, an urbanite trapped in a country bumpkin’s body, and wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse. She has learned that when all else fails, hug the cat.
She is a Damned Yankee hailing from the frozen backwoods of Maine residing in the ‘burbs of Northwest Florida where it could be 80F and she’d have a sweatshirt on because she’s freezing.
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Hello, hello, turn your radio on! This is Lex Chase coming to you live from Tempe O’Riley’s blog. Major shout out for Tempe having me here today. I’m the author and brainchild behind the superhero romantic comedy Pawn Takes Rook, the first installment of the Checkmate series for Dreamspinner Press. I’m one of those writers that is constantly listening to music, buying new music, and seeking out new sounds and lyrics that represent the feel of the story and the motivations of the characters.
When I wrote Pawn Takes Rook, I wrote it in such a blinding flash (over four days. True Story!) I never took the time to make a proper playlist. I alwaysmake a playlist for my projects. And with as much music as I have chilling out on my laptop, these playlists are usually hundreds if not a few thousand songs long. My playlists often have a few things that cross over (Like everything Hans Zimmer ever composed) but there’s some bits that are distinctly all their own. For Pawn Takes Rook, I listened to a playlist for a different project that had a similar light and fluffy feel. The odd thing, while it was specific to the other project, the playlist pretty much had Bon Jovi for days. So I had a lot of Jon Bon for a while running though my head all the time.
The playlist I offer here is by no means definitive, but it is the general feel of the book. Some things are a wink and a nudge to the absurdity of the superhero tropes—such as “Ultimate Showdown of the Ultimate Destiny” by Lemon Demon, and “Cartoon Heroes” by Aqua. Some things are specific to the characters such as Hans Zimmer’s glorious “A Watchful Guardian” from The Dark Knight is very Rook, and “Still Alive” by Jonathan Coulton from the videogame Portal is a bit of a smirk about the events in the story. There’s sprinkles of Hogarth throughout the playlist, “Catch My Disease” by Ben Lee is my perky Hogarth song, as well as “Pure Morning” by Placebo when he thinks he’s being a badass or just ‘model-walking’ through his shoebox apartment in his Nyan Cat jammies. For my go to whoopass scene music there was Hans Zimmer with “Bombs over Ibiza” from Dark Knight Rises and it is pretty much ridiculous how many times I’ve listened to it on loop. I’ll just say it’s a number over a hundred. Another song that makes me want to WRITE ALL THE SCENES of saving the day is Lacuna Coil’s cover of “Enjoy the Silence.”
Now it begs the question, “Lex! What the hell is up with ‘One Night in Bangkok?’ Bangkok isn’t even in the story!” Two reasons!
One: Rook is a dork for the ‘80s. Hence the other ‘80s songs as well.
Two: It’s from the movie Chess.
The book is called Pawn Takes Rook.
The series is called Checkmate.
Well… I thought it was funny. And you know “One Night in Bangkok” is not at all about the city right? Right?
Anyway. Give a listen. I hope you enjoy. 
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Pawn Takes Rook: Blurb
The first time Hogarth Dawson sees superhero Memphis Rook, he comes to Hogarth’s rescue by cracking the heads of two thugs like eggs into a skillet. Hogarth is utterly smitten, but he soon discovers the superhero Power Alliance has ejected Rook for failing to protect a civilian.
Hogarth devises a plan that will reinstate Rook and might even earn Hogarth a place in Power Alliance roster. But what he expects to be a simple few missions rescuing kittens and helping little old ladies cross the street turns into a shocking reality of citywide chases, foiling robberies, and facing his ex. Then Hogarth discovers the beating Rook saved him from wasn’t a chance attack. It’s possible Hogarth is just a pawn in Rook’s game….
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Excerpt
When I first saw Rook, he was cracking the skulls of two goons like eggs into a skillet. I sat there like a freaked out choir boy on my butt between the trash cans lining the alley behind Ted’s TV Tabernacle, gazing in awe and wonder. Rook had hands that could mold steel like Dollar General Play-Doh. He did just that by wadding up Random Thug Number One’s Louisville Slugger into a sadistic snowball and beaned the guy right in the ear. Getting snow in your ear has to be the most excruciating sensation in existence. I can’t imagine getting
Kentucky’s finest steel shoved into your noggin.
I don’t remember if I screamed. I likely did. Totally did.
Random Thug Number Two went flying past me in an expert over-the-shoulder throw, his open mouth smacking wetly into the bricks. Broken teeth bounced over the sidewalk. Random Thug Number Three ducked behind the trash cans opposite me. He popped up once in a while, hidden behind the mound of bags and cans. His alligator eyes inched over the unfolding scene from the safe vantage point of the trash bag swamp.
Rook surveyed the alley, making sure he had gotten them all. He snorted a puff of steam with menacing satisfaction at seeing one guy out cold and another on the fast track for full dentures before sixty. Then he came to me. Now, when I say he was smoldering, that’s totally what he was doing. Smoke rose off his tattered trench coat in ethereal coils. Rook’s smoking frame could have been caused by the chill of the oncoming winter and the steam of sweat, but it definitely added to the sexy first impression.
His eyes, oh my Christ on a cracker…. They were not quite blue, not quite green, but like that girl on the National Geographic cover. Those haunting Afghan eyes.
“Are you okay?” Rook rumbled in a perfect antiheroic growl while reaching for my hand. His fingers, broad, callused, and strong, hung there long enough to cue the musical montage in my head. I couldn’t believe it. The one and only Memphis Rook had swaggered into my mugging, ready to bust heads. It was like he planned it, really. Or our universes collided in some awesome poetic way that I can’t think straight at the moment because holy crap, those hands are huge!
That’s when Random Thug Number Three opposite me decided to ruin the amazing moment,popping up like a spring-loaded Halloween skeleton and launched at Rook.
Rook turned in a smooth whoosh of muscle and fabric, and I shrieked as the knife skewered into his gut. He latched onto his killer’s knife hand in surprise.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I screamed. I knew in that infinitesimally dark moment, I was going to die alongside the guy who fought in vain to save my life.
Confused, the thug glared at him, then to his captured wrist, and back again. “W-what are you?” he stammered as courage ran down his pants leg.
Rook released him. The thug held up the knife with the blade crumpled onto itself like a bullet impacting a Kevlar plate. The thug backpedaled, falling backward over a black plastic trash can after slipping on a greasy Five Guys burger wrapper. He screeched, twisting in an about face, and ran like a kid who had spilled orange juice on his dad’s vintage Playboys.
Then Rook turned those Afghan eyes on me, and the musical montage returned. The sleepy, sultry lyrics to “Dream Weaver” crooned in my head along with the accompanying halo of sparkles. His hand, those powerful, thick fingers, reached for mine….
And then he flat fuck fell over in my lap like a Buick dropped from low earth orbit. Steam rose from his body in the not so sexy eau de parfum of burned rubber and gasoline. He lay there, crushing my pancreas while out cold.
And that’s how Memphis Rook fucked up my life.
By coming into it.
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April 16, 2013
Guest Author Wednesdays ♥ Brita Addams
Hello everyone! I’m ecstatic to have Romance Author Brita Addams with me. Please say hi and leave her a comment or two below.
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Born in Upstate New York, Brita Addams has made her home in the sultry south for many years. Brita’s home is a happy place, where she lives with her real-life hero, her husband, and a fat cat named Stormee.
She writes, for the most part, erotic historical romance, both het and m/m, which is an ideal fit, given her love of British and American history. Setting the tone for each historical is important. Research plays an indispensible part in the writing of any historical work, romance or otherwise. A great deal of reading and study goes into each work, to give the story the authenticity it deserves.
As a reader, Brita prefers historical works, romances and otherwise. She believes herself born in the wrong century, though she says she would find it difficult to live without air conditioning.
Brita and her husband love to travel, particularly cruises and long road trips. They completed a Civil War battlefield tour a couple of years ago, and have visited many places involved in the American Revolutionary War.
In May, 2013, they are going to England for two weeks, to visit the places Brita writes about in her books, including the estate that inspired the setting for her Sapphire Club series. Not the activities, just the floor plan. J
A bit of trivia – Brita pronounces her name, Bree-ta, like the woman’s name, and oddly, not like the famous water filter.
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We’re going to Britain
Three things in my life have gotten me to the point of more excitement than one person should possess – marrying my husband, having my three children, and getting ready for our trip to Britain.
For many months now, we have planned, scheduled, reserved, and purchased, all in expectation of spending two weeks in England, Scotland, and Wales. We now have spreadsheets with our itinerary, a dining room table full of new must haves, and our guest room is the official staging area for packing.
On May 2, we take our cat and his possessions to our youngest daughter’s home, where he will spend two blissful weeks with Fiona, our darling grandpuppy, and Stormee’s nemesis. Let’s just say that she never fails to sniff him, all over, when she visits, and he complains endlessly.
Then on May 3, our oldest daughter will pick us up and take us to the airport. We arrive in London on May 4, at 9:45am, hopefully with some sleep, because we hit the ground running with a visit to Portobello Market, after we drop our luggage at our B&B.
My husband and I love history and have spent many a vacation in museums and battlefields in the US. We also love British history, so this is a trip of a lifetime for us. We’ll visit the usual places—the Tower of London, Westminster, St. Paul’s, Hyde Park to see the Serpentine and Princess Diana’s Fountain. We hope to see the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace as well.
I‘m excited for each of those things, but maybe more so when I think about visiting Doughty Street, where my heroine, Desiree Huntington from Lord Decadent’s Obsession lived. I want to go to Green Park where I placed a duel in Her Timeless Obsession (written under my real name.)
After we leave London, we will visit Holkham Hall, which, when I looked for an estate that fit my vision of the Sapphire Club, that was it. Perhaps I am most excited about that, because I remember scouring the internet for English estates and I fixated on that one, particularly because it had deep niches in the walls and I had a very naughty and delicious idea of what to do with them. In Serenity’s Dream, I did just as I planned.
We will also visit Wales because we are huge Dr. Who and Torchwood fans. The Dr. Who Experience is something we are truly looking forward to.
In Scotland, Edinburgh is our main destination, though will see a bit of the countryside. Some years back, I was in Scotland on a tour. My son was very young at the time, a baby in fact. We went to Stirling Castle, but he was asleep and was difficult to put down, so I sat in the bus and thought that I would see Edinburgh Castle and that would suffice. Sadly, by the time we reached the parking lot in Edinburgh, the castle had closed for the day. L Not so this time. We are going to stay a night in Edinburgh, and I will immerse myself in the city.
Gretna Green requires a stopover, as that was where many Regency couples hied off to when escaping the glaring eyes of their parents. Weddings over the anvil was what made Gretna Green famous. We hear there is a blacksmith shop there where the weddings were conducted. We shall see.
I’ll be snapping pics from the London Eye, and Canary Wharf, in the Tower (if they permit,) and at each of the locations on our vast itinerary. I will also be posting said pics on my blog, every day, so anyone who wishes can join me, albeit vicariously.
Starting May 4, look for my running travelogue at Brita’s blog. I’ll include commentary and some interesting historical tidbits.
For a peek into some of the places I write about, check out my backlist.
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My newest release, Tarnished Gold, is set in Old Hollywood.
In 1917, starstruck Jack Abadie strikes out for the gilded streets of the most sinful town in the country—Hollywood. With him, he takes a secret that his country hometown would never understand.
After years of hard work and a chance invitation to a gay gentlemen’s club, Jack is discovered. Soon, his talent, matinee idol good looks, and affable personality propel him to the height of stardom. But fame breeds distrust.
Meeting Wyatt Maitland turns Jack’s life upside down. He wants to be worthy of his good fortune, but old demons haunt him. Only through Wyatt’s strength can Jack face that which keeps him from being the man he wants to be. Love without trust is empty.
As the 1920s roar, scandals rock the movie industry. Public tolerance of Hollywood’s decadence has reached its limit. Under pressure to clean up its act, Jack’s studio issues an ultimatum. Either forsake the man he loves and remain a box office darling, or follow his heart and let his shining star fade to tarnished gold.
Read an excerpt and purchase the Tarnished Gold ebook or print, signed by the author (if one of the first twenty sold.)
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I also have For Men Like Us, which takes place during the Regency in England. You can find it at Dreamspinner Press. Just click the title to be magically transported.
After Preston Meacham’s lover dies trying to lend him aid at Salamanca, hopelessness becomes his only way of life. Despite his best efforts at starting again, he has no pride left, which leads him to sell himself for a pittance at a molly house. The mindless sex affords him his only respite from the horrors he witnessed.
The Napoleonic War left Benedict Wilmot haunted by the acts he was forced to commit and the torture he endured at the hands of a superior, a man who used the threat of a gruesome death to force Ben to do his bidding. Even sleep gives Ben no reprieve, for he can’t escape the destruction he caused.
When their paths cross, Ben feels an overwhelming need to protect Preston from his dangerous profession. As he explains, “The streets are dangerous for men like us.”
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And the book that started it all. Serenity’s Dream
Serenity Damrill has returned to her husband, Lucien after a ten-year absence. She carries with her a secret that could destroy her life and possibly all that Lucien has built.
Lucien was quite happy in his life running the Sapphire Club and has no need for the frigid wife who deserted him the day after they were married.
Can Lucien teach Serenity that her fear of the marriage bed is unfounded? Will Serenity’s secret be the death knell for their marriage?
You can purchase Serenity’s Dream – Lucien and Serenity at Amazon
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April 11, 2013
The Sultry SoCal Series by Taylor Brooks
Thank you for having me here today, I’m very excited to tell everyone about my new Sultry SoCal Series and welcome everyone to join me on the wonderful journey these men take with one another. There is heat, passion and a whole lot of sleepless nights.
Also, don’t forget to enter the contest below for your chance to win 1 of 5 – $5 eGift Cards to Bookstand.com or 1 of 3 eBook copies of Book 1 in the Sultry SoCal Series, Take Me.
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This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, April 15th.
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Clint Rodham has spent years being a loyal employee to Elite Imports. Despite being one of their top salesmen, his boss no longer sees him as the golden boy. Now being ostracized for his sexuality, he fights to keep the job that he not only loves, but is a natural at.
Rick Tanner just moved to Southern California from Kansas. Being a homosexual personal trainer in a small town filled with old-fashioned people who didn’t understand his way of life left him with little career opportunities.
One hot summer night, Rick is locked on the rooftop and Clint comes to his rescue. As a thank-you, he offers his hero a cold beer. With the California heat rising and desires building, the two find themselves in a storm of passion. Neither of them are able to resist. Neither of them want to. They both want to take what is within their reach, just beyond their fingertips.
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Excerpt (EROTIC)
“Lie down on the bed. Put your head on that pillow.”
He waited for Rick to do as he’d said. It always turned him on to have someone be obedient in the bedroom. He had a dominant streak in him to a certain extent and loved to be able to exercise it.
Once he was lying down, Clint climbed on the bed and hovered over Rick. He wanted to explore his body, but first things first. He wanted to taste his kiss again. Dipping his head down, he crushed his lips against Rick’s and slid his tongue inside.
He felt an instant punch in his gut. The pungent taste of his own cock still lingered inside his lover’s mouth. It was such a succulent tease to his taste buds, enticing him to take all that he wanted.
A moan came from Rick as Clint reached down and took his lover’s cock in his hand. He stroked it slowly, learning the feel of it while continuing to kiss him. The skin moved so freely up and down his length. It almost felt like silk, except for the numerous thick veins which protruded from beneath his skin. A droplet of pre-cum hit his palm as he continued stroking him. He pulled his hand up and licked the mixture off of his hand. It tasted better than he imagined and only made him crave the taste of Rick’s cock more and more.
He broke away from their kiss and ignored the whimper he heard while quickly turning himself around. There was no room for words, he just wanted to feel and get lost in doing so. He hadn’t been turned around for a fraction of a second before he felt the warm glide of Rick’s tongue against his balls.
Like a wild animal, Clint forgot everything around him and focused on the erection staring him in the face. He dipped his head down and closed his lips over the head. With one quick movement, he had Rick exactly where he wanted him, buried deep in his throat.
The taste that filled his mouth was an aphrodisiac. It had been far too long since he’d had the pleasure of sucking a good-looking and tasty cock. So long that he almost forgot how much he loved it. Quickly, he was being reminded of just how much he ached for the rich taste it provided.
He inhaled through his nostrils and let the aroma of sex fill his entire being while Rick continued sucking him off. The passion of going down on one of his lovers while the same was done to him always got him hot. This was more though. There was something so sweet about the way Rick’s lips and tongue worked him so expertly.
Bringing his lips up to the very tip of Rick’s cock, he played with it, trying to see how crazy he could make him. Flicking it with his tongue, he worked himself around his entire length until he had him moaning and bucking his hips up at Clint’s mouth.
He grabbed his dick and proceeded to stroke it while he dropped his head low to tease his balls in the same way. Rick kept himself shaved, which was exactly what he liked. There was nothing like smooth skin against the tongue and lips when getting someone off. It was all he could do to keep his composure and focus on what he was doing. Rick’s mouth was sucking him like a pro. Somehow it was better than it had been just minutes before in the living room.
Rick’s moans were getting louder. His hips were moving faster and wilder with every second that passed. He was obviously getting close, and if there was one thing that intensified an orgasm for Clint, it was swallowing his partner’s cum right as he lost control.
He thrust his hips down against Rick’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat as he heard him gag. The head of his cock was always sensitive, and he never could quite find something as good as feeling the back of a hot throat enveloping him.
Rick didn’t hesitate as Clint continued to thrust and fuck his face. From the way his body was reacting, and the noises he was making, he would almost place a wager that his new lover liked to be taken in such a way.
For several seconds, Clint continued to thrust himself hard and fast into the deepest parts of Rick’s throat. Each time he hit the back of his throat and felt his lips close tighter around him, it wreaked havoc on any remaining control he had.
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Giveaway
TAKE ME
[Sultry SoCal 1]
Available 4/8
HYPNOTIZE ME[Sultry SoCal 2]
Available 4/22
EXCITE ME
[Sultry SoCal 3]
Available 5/6
SEDUCE ME
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