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Welcome Michael Mandrake to the blog!!

Thanks to JC for hosting me today for my I Love it Rough Blog tour. I’m happy to be here to speak about the sequel to my gay romance I Like Em Pretty, I Love it Rough, the second book in the N’awlins Exotica series.

The first book was more of a hot romance, a story of newfound love during a crime scene in the Garden District. It occurs between a detective and a stripper who might also be a possible murder suspect. Detective Frankie Choteau is called to investigate the possible murder of successful businessman, Bob Kales. Along with the dead body, he finds the victim’s exotic Native American fiancée, Kajika Fortier, an exotic dancer at N’awlins Exotica complex. From the moment they meet, sparks fly between the two, sending poor Frankie into a tizzy. And since the feelings are mutual, the two are instantly drawn together and so becomes the base of this 6 book series. Seemingly from their romance breeds some chaos around them, starting with the brutal attack of Frankie’s partner Kenina Porter to the sudden heart attack of Frankie’s long time mentor Frank Ballard.  
Now in book two, more trouble is ahead. Frankie and Kajika face challenges in their new relationship. Frankie has come out to his peers and some of them aren’t treating him the same. The tragedy of young black men being killed In the inner city is mounting and pushing Detective Choteau to the brink of exhaustion. He thinks about quitting and wants Kajika to be by his side a lot more often, but Kajika balks at this and the two separate.
Added into this book is a serial killer looking for his next victim, sexual tension between supporting characters Vance Morain, the aforementioned Kenina Porter, and Orrin Daugherty as well as Kajika’s new found “family members.” This is what I wanted book one to be; more of a mainstream book with the romance supporting the main plot. Still I’m very happy how both books have moved along; never a dull moment in either book.
In this one there are some twists and surprises as well as a little violence. I feel I pushed the limits with this book to add more intrigue into this already complex collection of stories. 
If you haven’t picked up the books yet they’re available at Amazon, All Romance, and Smashwords. Thanks for listening to me today. Please enjoy a blurb and snippet form the newest book and don’t forget to enter the contest!
 
 Blurb
 Livin’ in N’awlins ain’t all that easy…
Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.  
To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.  
Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on. 
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Excerpt TwoKajika stepped out of the tub, grabbing the towel nearby to dry off. He’d been looking forward to spending the night and the early part of the day with his man, but duty called, causing Frankie to run out the door without saying anything more than ‘I’m gone’ and ‘I love you’.

Damn job.
Sometimes Kajika wished Frankie worked a nine to five instead of the dreaded detective position he held at the police station. They hadn’t had much time with the workload being so large due to shortage of staff, and it affected their relationship more than Kajika would’ve liked. At first he thought he could handle it; the excitement of his hot homicide detective out in the streets solving murders. Such a dangerous career but with it came nice money and accolades. Although Kajika was scared to death of blood and dead bodies, he loved hearing about some of Frankie’s cases, including the more intriguing ones that had yet to be solved. Tonight though, he would’ve traded all that in for his Frankie to be by his side.
In bed with me, where he should be.
Kajika finished wiping down and wrapped himself in his terry cloth robe to get ready for bed. He’d thought about staying up and watching some television, hoping that Frankie might return sooner than later, but he knew the truth. When called in, detectives don’t make it back home within a couple of hours. More like a few hours, or even half the day, would pass before he’d see his man again. As long as he came home safe, Kajika would deal with the amount of hours he spent away from their warm bed in Kenner, Louisiana.
On the way to the bedroom, Kajika wrapped his hair in the towel, drying his long strands. He glanced at the clock on the wall and grimaced when he noticed the big and small hand hovering over the two.
“Shit. Now I know I won’t see you until breakfast.” Kajika clicked his teeth and stomped on the trail of rose petals, angered by their night being interrupted. He pushed their bedroom door closed and leaned against the wood. “Damnit. We haven’t done a whole lot other than late night cuddling, quickies in the bathroom or on the kitchen floor. I need more than that, Frankie…I need−”
A long buzz sounded from the dresser, and Kajika moved quickly to see who was calling.
Frankie.
Frankie, or at least Kajika hoped it was, calling him with the news he’d be returning home sooner than expected. Although farfetched, Kajika could still wish his husband to be back early. He gulped hard and said a little prayer before clicking the connect button. “Hello?”
Silence then a sigh. “Babe, it’s me… I… I got some real bad news to tell you, sweetheart, but I’d rather you hear it from me as opposed to anyone else.”
Kajika released a deep breath and shrugged. “Are you okay, love? Something bothering−”
“Naw, I’m good, boo, but−” Frankie stopped a moment and blew hard through the phone.
Kajika plopped on the bed and crossed his legs, wondering what the heck his man was talking about. Bad news? What could it possibly be? Kajika nibbled on his bottom lip while he toyed with the frayed threads on his housecoat. “What is it, lover?”
“Babe, the murder I got called in for was…” Frankie ceased speaking again and sounded a little choked up about it.
Kajika held his breath and blinked twice in succession. “Who Frankie? Come on, just spit it out, right…who…”
“Lana Miles, babe. Lana’s been strangled to death.” Frankie spoke quickly to get the words out.
Kajika stared straight ahead, and his heart caught in his chest. Oh my God! Unable to cope with what he’d just heard, he dropped his phone and immediately the tears welled under his eyelids. Lana? Oh my God, who killed her? She was a good person…she…
“Kajika? Babe, you there? You okay, love? Talk to me, honey.”

 
Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.

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Goordreads Don't Read in the Closet: Love's Landscape - Yes I am participating!!!

It's time for the Goodreads' annual Don't Read in the Closet event, Love's Landscapes. It all starts with prompts submitted by members of the M/M Romance Group. Prompts include a picture and written letter to an author. Prompts are claimed by those of us who fancy ourselves gay romance writers. Prompts go to the first person to claim it.

So what happens with these prompts you may ask? Well, stories...Awesome stories. There is no word limit and the author is only asked to follow the prompt as closely as possible. Stories will be released throughout June, July and August to the group. To sign up to be a member of the M/M Romance Group click here.

Below is the prompt I've chosen. It is beautiful and well written and I just had to write Greg a story where he gets his happily ever after.





Dear Author,

This is my roommate and best friend, Greg. He’s been depressed, and maybe even suicidal, ever since his boyfriend found out that he likes to wear feminine underwear, especially the sheer styles like the one in the picture above. He was so in love with that loser. He even told me that he was holding off from having sex until they got to know one another, because he wanted it to be perfect. He’s old-fashioned that way— a history major who’s enthralled with the history of dating and romantic relationships throughout the centuries. He believed he could find his own Prince Charming and have a Happily Ever After romance. Because he’s a bit embarrassed and unsure of himself about his underwear fetish, he’d always wear “tighty whities” when he was with Simon, or Simple Simon as I like to call him in my mind. Why Simon never questioned that a flamboyant gay man like Greg would wear simple white briefs, I’ll never know.

When Greg started to feel comfortable in their relationship, and was ready to go all the way, he finally got up the nerve to wear his favorite pair of undies—a silky smooth, sheer lace, pink bikini with tiny embroidered roses. He was hoping to please Simon, but when he saw them, Simon became enraged, smacking Greg in the face, calling him sick, and storming out the door.

Now, there’s Greg standing at the railing, looking at nothing in particular, lost, forlorn, sad, all the things that I don’t want him to be. I love him— as a friend, and maybe even more, though I’ve never told him. I’m straight, at least I think I am, but when I first saw him in a pair of pretty powder blue panties, I swear my heart skipped a beat, and I think I even drooled a little. My reaction made me question my own sexuality, but I haven’t explored anything further with him. I’m happy that he trusted me enough to reveal his secret to me, but now my heart is broken for him due to Simon’s rejection.

Greg is so special, so wonderful, please dear author, give him a love story, even if it can’t be with me. He deserves to find happiness with someone who loves him unconditionally and appreciates all the facets of his personality.

Sincerely,

Barb ~rede-2-read~

Weds Briefs #24 Diventando: Becoming

Copyright JC Wallace 2014
Welcome to another installment of Diventando: Becoming. Each week a group of authors participate weekly in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. Each installment is 500-1000 words long and is posted to our blogs each week. After you read the latest in my story, click on the link at the end to visit other flashers. 
If you are new to Diventando: Becoming and haven’t read the previous chapters, click on Wednesday Briefs in the left hand column and start with #1. Enjoy and leave a comment to let me know what you think.
 
“Hey,” Turk said on an exhale, his eyes, lust-filled only seconds ago, softening. He raised his hand, intent on touching Owen's face, but Owen knew that touch would be too gentle, too intimate, too much like that of a lover. No matter how desperately Owen desired that touch, craved affection after weeks of captivity where touches had been clinical and rough, he couldn’t allow Turk get close again. Not when that closeness would result in misplaced mercy. Not when this man should plunge a sword into his chest.
With one last gaze, Owen braced his hands on Turk's chest and pushed back, reeling and stumbling then recovering his balance. He snatched the IV bag and backed up, dropping onto a chair in the corner. Turk was off the bed, heading his way when Owen barked, “No!” I can’t. “Please don’t touch me.” The last words escaped as a choked whisper, barely surviving to see the light of day.
To have those hands hold him, to have the possibility of love was no longer an option for Owen. No sense in pretending.
"Owen, please, I..."
Owen shook his head violently. He drew his knees to his chest, hugging his legs. "The demon...the I-Incubs, does he have a name?"
The blank stare returned by Turk might have been amusing at any other time. Definitely not now.
"Turk! What’s his name?" Owen insisted.
The force in Owens voice registered somewhere in Turk’s mind because he muttered through gritted teeth, "Loquis."
"Then call me that. Don’t...just don't call me by my name again." Remind Turk who Owen really was—a demon who’d killed his father and who wanted him dead.
The roar from Turk was deafening and a flare of rage glinted in his eyes. Owen tried not to cringe and set his face to a stony exterior. Inside that roar vibrated across his nerves like a tuning fork.
“What the fuck? I will never call you by that demon’s name! Not as long as I have breath in my lungs and the ability to something about this, I will never, never call you buy that name, Owen!”
“But I am Loquis! A drug cocktail away from him! He’s in here”—Owen stabbed at his temple with his finger—“waiting, prowling. Sometimes I swear I can feel him pacing like a caged animal, rubbing against the bars, testing the latch. He wants out and eventually he’ll tear me apart do it!” Owen yelled, his voice drying up in his throat. He gasped, struggling to remain intact, struggling to remain whole instead of fracturing and splitting. “He’ll be in control and there will be nothing either you or I can do about it. You have to end this now because I will kill you and I can't do that...I can't.” He raised his chin, eyes riveted on Turk, his resolve hardening. “You can't put me through that. You have to end this now, Daniel.”
Turk winced at the name. “You’re not the demon. He may be in there but he's not you. I knew that the moment you looked at me in that hallway and begged me to kill you. God, Owen, I was ready to blow your brains out. Thank god you said that when you did.” Turk yanked at his curls, the distress clear on his face, the anguish immeasurable. “I can’t believe I almost killed you.”
Owen should have cared, should have told Turk how his admission practically stopped his heart from beating but that would be selfish. Instead, he jumped up from his chair, clutching the IV bag in his arms, legs shaking, threatening to tumble him onto the floor. “Why didn't you? This would all be over and I wouldn't be putting everyone I care for in danger. You're the Hunter. You're supposed to kill demons!” Owen screamed. “So kill me!”
Shit, what was he doing? Begging Turk to kill him, that’s what. Practically pushing a person he cared for immensely to end his life. Owen’s stomach twisted and coiled into knots never to come undone.
Before Turk could fathom a response, the door busted open and Wayne flew into the room followed by Malcolm. Owen’s chest heaved as he fought to show some semblance of control. The raging scowl Wayne aimed at Turk brought out a protective streak in Owen and he had to force himself not to act on it.
“What the hell is going on? Owen, did he hurt you?” Wayne growled.
Turk sank down into the bed and let out a low morose chuckle. Damn, he looked defeated three times over. “No, I didn't hurt him but apparently that's the problem.” His rounded shoulders and forlorn expression, kicked Owen square in the chest. Bile rose into the back of his throat, a bitter, acidic taste he was certain would never leave.
“Shit,” Wayne muttered, resting his hands on his hips and lowering his head.
Turk shook his head slowly. “I can't kill you, Owen. I won’t.”
“I can,” Malcolm volunteered.
Rex jumped up from the bed, fists in the air, brow furrowed, ready to pummel Malcolm. Wayne wrapped his arms around Turk, stopping his advance as Malcolm skittered back against the door.
“No one here is touching a hair on his head!”  Turk pushed against Wayne who pushed right back.
An icy chill danced over Owen’s spine. “I shouldn't be alive. All of this,” Owen waved his arm around the room, “and the effort to rescue me are acts of futility. Having a demon in me that will eventually use me as a meat puppet is worse than any threat my supposed cancer had over me. At least the cancer wasn’t going to push me out of my mind and force me to as it did vile things to other people.” No, just eat away at his insides but even that was more palatable than his current reality.
Owen turned his attention to Wayne with an expectant expression, a silent request for his cousin to answer the question currently on the table.
Wayne’s eyes widened, and his head drew back, and Owen could see his decision without having to hear the words. Wayne wouldn’t be killing Owen either.
“Well, fuck me.” Owen barked a laugh. “Malcolm, I guess you win by default.” Probably be glad to get even with the demon for fucking his boyfriend.
“No!” Turk bellowed as Wayne turned and told Malcolm in a mighty convincing tone to stay where he was. Yeah, that offer didn’t go over well.
“You really want me to suffer?” Owen asked both Turk and Wayne. The exhaustion of trying to stand tall and proud and brave had worn him down quick. His legs visibly shook, his mind wandered allowing the fears to settle in, the need for someone to help him dug deep. He couldn’t allow...
“Owen?”
Turk’s melodic tone pierced the grey clouding his mind. Owen chanced meeting Turk’s eyes. He didn’t advance, just enveloped Owen with his warm gaze, warming his skin slightly.
“Owen, I can’t kill you...” The wispy softness of Turk’s voice filled Owen’s ears and lulled him further. Please, never stop talking to me. “We won’t kill you because there may be a way to stop this. We may have found a way to exorcise the demon.”
Owen swayed as white spots sparkled at the edges of his vision. Weeks, no years, of fighting and losing and winning only to lose again, weighed heavily on his soul. How much was he supposed to take? How much hope was he supposed to spend only to see nothing in return? When would it all be too much?
“Please, Owen. You’ve fought so hard. Let me take up the fight for you, even if for a little while?”
Owen closed his eyes and when he opened them, Turk stood before him, a wall of strength and fortitude and, yes, hope. Owen sighed and nodded. Turk tentatively wrapped his arms around Owen, drawing him in, guiding Owen’s head to his chest. Only then did Owen allow himself to relax and share the fight.
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Welcome Chris T. Kat and her upcoming book The Wolf and His Diva!!

The Wolf and His Diva—birthed as a Wednesday Briefs
flash fiction story     JC, thank you very much for having me. I'm here to talk about my new release, The Wolf and His Diva, a m/m shape-shifter romance which will be published by Dreamspinner Press on March 12th.

The Wolf and His Diva started its life as a free story early in 2013. At that point I joined a group of flash fiction writers (you can find us at http://wedbriefsfic.com/) and the story was called “To Love a Fox”. I had to stop writing the story because of several books in the production line as well as an increased workload in real life.
 But—irritating how there's always a but, isn't it?—the story wouldn't let go of me. So, in only a few weeks time, I wrote the whole story and voila! Here you have the full novella about George and Billy.
Let's talk a bit about the flash fiction group I belong to. Every week Julie Lynn Hayes sends out an e-mail with prompts (words, lines, pictures) and the group members decide on a prompt they want to use, then they set out to write a flash fiction story (500 to 1000 words). Most of us write a serialized story and keep posting a new chapter every week. Some of us write in the m/m genre, some write in the m/f genre and I love the diversity in the Wednesday Briefs. :)
Our group has grown a lot in the past few months and now we even have our own website. If you're interested in reading free stories, I'd suggest looking at our site every Wednesday and checking out the new chapters/stories.
The members of our group support each other and I made some very good friends there. Everyone is nice and welcoming and sometimes quite interesting discussions take place. Most of these discussions aren't serious, but great fun to read.
As I said before, I couldn't finish George and Billy's story due to lots of obligations. However, I missed the group and rearranged my writing schedule so I'm now able to participate again. At the moment I'm writing a paranormal m/m story, called Hope(http://christikat.blogspot.de/p/blog-page.html).
George and Billy were special to me because they share a bond that intensifies as the story unfolds. It was fun to write about their connection and how they perceived it. George is older, calmer than Billy, who is the diva of the house. Even though there doesn't seem to be a lot of common ground between them, they are deeply attuned to each other.
I hope you're curious to find out more about George and Billy's love story!
 

Pre-order link:
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Blurb:
George Owens is comfortable with his life just the way it is. A wolf- and fox-shifter, George leads a reclusive lifestyle with his energetic and diva-ish mate Billy, a fox-and squirrel-shifter.
George has no desire to take over leadership of the pack, despite his father’s wishes. Edward Owens is feeling his age and wants to make sure the pack is in good hands should he not be able to win his next challenge. However, George is adamant that he wants no part of it.
 But events rock George from his complacency, and he realizes he has to take a stand and fight for what he cares about. If he remains in the past and cannot change in order to do what he must, he risks losing everything he loves. 
Excerpt:
Billy pushed George’s face away and stepped aside. For a moment, George watched him nose the ground and paw at the snowflakes sticking to his snout. George sighed inwardly before turning his gaze back to their house, gauging how long it would take them to clear a path until they could open the front door.
 Paytime! Billy squalled.
George jerked his head around, but before he could do anything, Billy had already tackled him to the ground. He oomphed but played along, relieved Billy obviously wasn’t too put out by the prospect of snow shoveling.
They tussled in the snow, enjoying their time together. When Billy’s playful bites became too much for George, he shook him off easily.
It’s not fair that you always win! Billy complained.
But I’m the big bad red fox!
Uh, big bad red fox? You got something wrong there. Isn’t it the big bad wolf?

George growled in response and shifted into his other animal form—a large, dark-gray wolf. It always amused him to see Billy’s reaction—a surprised yelp and a jump backward.

This time Billy’s yelp turned into a helpless gasp. George blinked several times, trying to clear his vision. For whatever reason, shifting from one animal to another played havoc with his eyesight. When he finally had a clear view again, he stared ahead, trying to understand what was happening.

Billy scrabbled for purchase on the frozen ground, his eyes wide in fear. Nothing he did stopped him from sliding down the slope of the hill faster and faster. George gasped when Billy gave up the fight against gravity, curled himself into a tight ball and shot down the steep hillside.


About Chris T. Kat
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.

Links:
Blog: http://christikat.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/christi_kat
GoodReads:http://www.goodreads.com/ChrisTKat
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ChrisTKat
 Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Chris-T.-Kat/e/B008FQQH2Q

Wednesday Briefs #23 Diventando: Becoming

Copyright JC Wallace 2014
Welcome to another installment of Diventando: Becoming. Each week a group of authors participate weekly in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. Each installment is 500-1000 words long and is posted to our blogs each week. After you read the latest in my story, click on the link at the end to visit other flashers. 
If you are new to Diventando: Becoming and haven’t read the previous chapters, click on Wednesday Briefs in the left hand column and start with #1. Enjoy and leave a comment to let me know what you think.
Owen groaned and stretched his limbs, his muscles and bones aching worse than any collateral pain caused from overexertion. Damn, if he had to feel like he’d run up a mountain carrying a forty pound pack, at least it could have been because he’d actually had done it. One complaint he didn’t have was that he was cold...Actually, he was a little too warm, and the source of heat coming from behind him. When he tried to roll over, he hit a wall. Not a wall a person. Owen froze, his breath caught somewhere in his throat. Oh, shit! Who had the demon attacked this time? Why couldn’t he remember any of it? Why was he still in control of his body?
Flashes of their escape from the hospital, the bullets, Wes and Malcom, the broken IV bag...attacking Turk, trying to choke the life from him, his fingers digging mercilessly into the flesh of his neck, were all too much. The memory clawed at the inside of his skin and he bolted upright. A hand grabbed his arm and Owen squealed like a little girl.
“Hey, it’s okay.”
Owen twisted to find Turk lying behind him. Owen’s lips moved but nothing coherent came out. A gentle smile caressed Turk’s lips, and he looked relaxed, as if they’d woken in bed together hundreds of times before. As if Owen didn’t have a demon inside of him with a hard on to kill Turk.
Not Turk...the Hunter.
“What...what are you doing? It’s not safe here.” Owen glanced down at his unbound hands and legs. Despite the IV once again suppressing the Incubus, Owen still feared for Turk.
Turk sat up, yet his hand still gripped Owen’s arm, as if he knew Owen would bolt. And he was right. The further Owen could get from Turk, from everyone, the better.
Soft, brown eyes, reminiscent of when they’d first met, brought a blush to Owen’s cheeks. The heat in his face matched the heat in his groin courtesy of his close proximity to Turk. That rich, manly scent tickled Owen’s nose, flashing him back to that first kiss next to Otter Creek. Owen’s eyes flicked down to Turk’s lips, a pale blush of pink. How he wanted to taste the sweetness again. Feel Turk's arms close around him and suck and bite and own Owen’s lips.
A low whiskey-laced chuckle escaped Turk. His smile was a gift that Owen had been sure he’d never receive again.
“Really, it’s okay. You’re hooked back up to the IV.”
Owen glanced at the tube pumping fluid into his vein, giving him a temporary reprieve from his permanent resident. Silent for now but not forgotten.
Owen frowned. “He tried to kill you. He’s inside of me. Who knows when he’ll pop back up and finish the job?” An icy panic wended its way from the darkest corners of his mind. His greatest fear had almost come true last night.  “He’s not going to stop. He will never stop until he’s shoved me aside in my mind and take over and killed you!”
Owen tried to yank his arm free from Turk’s grasp, desperate to put distance between the man he wanted more than anything and the Incubus. He wouldn’t survive knowing he’d put Turk in harm’s way.
The hand on his arm tightened. “Owen, just listen.”
Listen? No running was the only plan, the only way to protect Turk.
“I have to get out of here. Get away from you!”
Owen jerked at his arm again but damn, Turk was strong.  It didn’t help that in the past two weeks of being strapped to a bed, Owen’s muscles had atrophied.
“And where are you planning on going?”
He hadn’t thought that much ahead. He wouldn’t get far dragging an IV pole but despite that, at least Turk would be safe. Hey, Owen wouldn’t have claimed it to be a rational plan. “Just let me go!”
Owen kicked his legs over the side of the bed but Turk yanked him backward. Before Owen could utter a protest, Turk leapt up and straddled his hips. With a solid grip on both of Owen’s upper arms, Turk had him pinned to the mattress. That didn’t stop Owen from weakly fighting back.
“Please, get away from me! Tie me up...It’s not safe for you! For anyone!”
Owen’s attempts to buck Turk off were fruitless. The mischievous glint in Turk’s eye kindled Owen’s growing ire at Turk’s lack of self-preservation.
“Are you fucking crazy? He wants you dead!”
Turk nodded and with a smirk said, “I got that memo.”
Owen went still, puzzling over the drastic change in Turk. No longer the Hunter from the hospital, Turk was once again that playful and charming man Owen had first met, the one who’d flirted with him as they’d sat in the Mustang. The only plausible explanation...Owen had died and this was his twisted version an afterlife.
Turk’s smirk morphed into a grin. Sexy. “You look confused.”
Owen’s raised his eyebrows. He was past confused and well into a bad case of bewilderment. Although, his attention was continually forced to his groin where Turk’s ass currently rested.
Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Old saggy balls. Nose hairs. Beer bellies.
Nope, not working.  Turk’s gaze was unyielding. Flecks of bronze in his brown irises caught in the eastern sun radiating through the window, flushing his face with a golden glow. White teeth peeked between those luscious lips. Owen minutely shook his head. This was the worse idea in the history of bad ideas.
Stop noticing his beautiful eyes, his strong chin, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners...the memory his lips soft against yours...
Turk leaned down, bending his elbows so he could continue to capture Owen’s arms. As he brought his face closer, Owen tensed, praying this wasn’t a game and Turk would spit in his face or something worse. No matter what, Owen had to stop this insanity.
“Don’t,” he whispered, totally unimpressed by the lack of effort but not surprised. If his dick were any indication of his desire to kiss Turk, he’d give it a ten out of ten.
Without input, Owen closed his eyes as soft lips brushed his.
Don’t kiss him. Don’t—
Owen groaned as Turk’s tongue snaked out and entered his mouth.
Way to resist. Open up and invite him in.
The gentle glide of lips intensified and Owen pushed his head up to increase the pressure. A hot tingle pulsed from Owen’s lips, zipping along his nerves and shooting into his cock, which Turk’s ass currently rubbed against. Oh yeah, nothing could have stopped Owen from bucking up against that luscious hard ass.
Turk snarled and pulled away from the kiss, chest heaving, his heated breath fanning Owen’s face. The liquid heat filling his eyes clenched at Owen’s gut.
“Fuck.”
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Welcome Elyzabeth M. VaLey and her new story Blind Beauty!

Thank you for having me!
I’ve been asked several times to explain my inspiration for Blind Beauty. How does a fairy tale become something naughty? How did Blind Beauty become the second book in a series? Well, there were several factors involved.
1.       I love fairy tales. Anything that involves magic and fantasy is at the top of my list, add to that romance (and some sizzling scenes) and you’ve got me enthralled.

 2.      The Golden Cock. Have you read it? The Golden Cock was my first Naughty Fairy Tale and is now book 1 of The Witches’ Mischief Series. Initially, it wasn’t created to be a series, but the muse jumped in and started whispering naughty things in my ears.

Loosely based on The Golden Goose, it introduces the witch Soussanna (which you’ll see again in Blind Beauty) and tells the story of Brielle and Vincent, a man with a very –er- special gift between his legs.



3.      A review. Yep, a reviewer (this one to be exact) was curious to know what happened to the baby girl at the end of The Golden Cock.  That got my wheels turning.



4.      Many of my stories start out with a single scene and the birth of The Witches’ Mischief series was no different. Shortly after reading the review mentioned above, I witnessed a scene between Soussanna and her daughter. I’m not going to go into details because that particular scene takes place in the future, but suffice to say, some things I didn’t know about Soussanna were revealed and the characters from Blind Beauty were mentioned. Questions arose. Who were they? What did they do? How did they meet Soussanna and her daughter? What was their story?



5.      Research. I knew there were two men that needed their story to be told, but what was it? There are many fairy tales circulating around the world, but only one matched James and Richard. (Can you guess which one? I’ll give you a hint, though it’s titled Blind Beauty it has nothing to do with Beauty and the Beast.)

Furthermore, The Witches’ Mischief series takes places in fictional England during the Regency period, so that also required some investigation.



6.      The Muse steps in. I had the historical basis, the fairy tale that ran parallel to James and Richard’s story… all that was missing was for me to open my ears and let the boys tell their tale…
Note: Both Blind Beauty and The Golden Cock can be read as standalone novels!
 

 
Blurb:
James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He is ready to start a secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child, mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path than the one he had originally envisioned.
Richard Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping muscles and brute strength.  Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.
Will both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the possibility of happiness?
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Author Bio:
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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Excerpt:
 He climbed atop his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s, his body betraying him as it molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard pulled him hard against him, his body enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug.
“Go,” he whispered huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it. James pressed his thighs against Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would understand, considering the strange position she was in. She did, for she set off at a trot in the direction Richard indicated. They galloped in silence, trees whirring past them, snow flying when they swept past. James eyes widened and he barely controlled the urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their impasse.
“Richard, the hoof prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible trail. “They’ll track us down as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”
Richard’s breath was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple and James had to suppress a shiver.
“I know.” Richard chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides wishing that they’ll wake up during the night and we’ll be miles away by then or that it snows heavily again.”
James wished he didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The problem wasn’t so much the thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but the man behind him. He was too close, too comforting, and all too desirable. James shifted in his seat again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in which he wasn’t pressed up tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he didn’t imagine he felt the length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was convinced it was his imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be interested in him? It didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like Richard were ladies’ men. They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a woman and he’d been rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need more pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the fingers digging into his flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every centimeter of his flesh.
“What got you into thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how close their bodies were.
Richard grunted in reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his mind for a topic of conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking Richard to stop. Faith was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and surely, they were safe by now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he couldn’t. He was losing his mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was consuming him inside and outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he was. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by Richard flashing through his mind every time Faith bounced.
What would it feel like?
Flesh both silky and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate caress, deep and longing. They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning. James’ breath hitched, the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut into his hands. He scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was with and what had occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but neither could he trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely the thief didn’t want him. The thief. That’s right, Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James groaned as Faith skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against him, the erection he was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.

About JC

Hey everyone! JC here, and welcome to my blog. I kept getting asked "Why don't you have an 'all about me page'? *shrugs* I dunno, but here it is finally! Believe me I'm not that interesting! Here it goes....
 
I have been writing all of my life. After reading Pet Cemetery by Steven King when I was 16, I decided I wanted to write, too. Well, what I wrote wasn't a best seller and was never read by another person but that didn't stop me from writing. In my late teens and early 20s, I wrote several YA book length stories, but never sought publication with those either.


Then came work and marriage and kids and then college (in that order). While in college, I put away most of my writing. Initially I was an English Literature Major with an emphasis in Creative Writing. And what could you do with that but become a teacher so that was my plan and, of course, write on the side. Well, that major morphed into a degree in psychology. I received a BA in Psychology and went on to get a MS in Counseling Children and Adolescents. During that time, the only thing I was writing was school papers and my thesis.


Since graduating, I have had many different positions in the mental health field including administration. After I unexpectedly lost a job about 5 years ago, I returned to college and got a second Master's in School Counseling. Unfortunately during my internship, I decided that wasn't for me (wish I'd known before I spent the money!). During that time, I also started taking classes on Applied Behavior Analysis and loved it! After two years of classes and experience, I recently sat for the exam to become Board Certified Behavior Analyst. I currently work for an agency that serves individuals with autism and behavior problems. And now, once again, I am writing!


It was just this year that I ventured out to be published. My first short story, "Waiting for Snow" was selected for publication in Love Lane Books' anthology, Christmas Delights.


My first novel, Curiosity Killed Shaney, will be published with R&P Publishing in March of 2014.


So, for now in my day job, I am a behavior analyst. At night and on the weekends, I write about all things men. I believe there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, I love a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.


PS. I am owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. I live in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.


Yup that was BORING so.....More about JC???
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If YOU have a question you'd like answered, you can ask through my Contact JC Form (can't guarantee I will answer EVERY question but I will try).

Wednesday Briefs

Welcome to Wednesday Briefs! Each week I participate in a group of authors and we post flash fiction on our blogs. Each installment is 500-1000 words and uses prompts sent out by our fearless leader.

My current flash fiction is Diventando: Becoming. In short, this is a paranormal gay romance about Owen who has been sick over half of his life. Owen finds out that what he thought was slowly killing him is really nothing close to what he ever could have imagined!

Check back each Wednesday for a new installment!

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Contests and Prizes!

Prizes and Prizes and More Prizes!!

 
Welcome to the JC Wallace prize page.
 I LOVE to give things away! Gift certificates, books and other prizes - anything! Check here for future contests and giveaways. Make sure to check out the rest of the blog for by current books and stories.

First look at the current giveaways and then see who has won in the past! Good Luck!



Current Giveaways and Contests  Monthly $10 Amazon Gift Card Drawing Each month I give away a $10 Amazon Gift Card. How to win:Sign up to receive email notices for blog posts and updatesThat's it! Everyone who signs up will be entered into the monthly drawing. Winners will be drawn at random at the end of each month. Winner's will be notified by name and will receive their gift card by email.  Curiosity Killed Shaney Book Release!Win a free eBook copy of my new release. Coming in March!


Past Winners!!!

NameContestPrize Dakota Dec 2013 Monthly Giveaway $10 Amazon Gift Card Gary Jan 2014 Monthly Giveaway $10 Amazon Gift Card Wendy Power of Love Blog Tour $10 Amazon Gift Card Cory Be Our Prism Valentine Event $10 Amazon Gift Card

COVER REVEAL!! for Curiosity Killed Shaney!!

Here it is! The awesome cover for my first novel being published on March 14th!  
 with Rooster and Pig Publishing.  To get up to date info on releases and blog posts, sign up for email alerts by entering your email in the box at the top of the right hand column. Also, you will be entered into the monthy drawing for that month.