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June 30, 2014
Picture Capture – Flash Fiction Event! 12 Authors + 1 Photo = 4200+ words of Sexy Magic!
Another fun month of Flash Fiction over at Lori King’s blog!
Originally posted on Lori King Books:
Capturing the moment is every authors goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph to inspire a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words.
As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…
This months picture prompt
Use the prompt to write a 350 word scene.
No limitations.
No restrictions.
Let your imagination go wild.
Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.
If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!
So, here is what the authors came up with this month….
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June 25, 2014
Author Spotlight: Jennifer Denys
Jennifer Denys stopped by today to share a bit about her new release Torn Between Two Lovers.
A little bit about the story:
The mysterious werewolf entity from “Collared by Wolves” is called on again when lovely submissive shifter Evie Pierce runs out on her alpha werewolf Dom, tall and hunky Stefan Russell. A handsome human, Jace Talbot, a visitor to the area, who doesn’t know that werewolves exist, rescues her from malicious rogues who attack her in the forest.
As she recovers they begin to fall in love, but Evie has a dilemma. She is torn between Jace and his sensual, romantic ways and her old BDSM life with Stefan, and all the excitement that brings.
A confrontation between the two men leads to a stark realization, horror, and betrayal. This changes all their lives as they struggle to understand what has happened, and then a natural disaster means the two men have to work together. But what will happen once it’s all over? Whom will she choose? Human or werewolf? Gentle or rough?
STORY EXCERPT
The rain lashed at Evie’s face as she exited her car, hitting her cheeks like pinpricks, and she turned away, causing her hair to blow into her eyes. Irritated, she swiped it away with a growl.
“Dammit!”
Like members of her wolf family, she abhorred storms. It didn’t matter when she was in her wolf self as her fur was thick and waterproof, but when it was turning into a gale like this one was, she instinctively wanted to find her fellow wolves and curl up under the pines, noses tucked in, sharing heat, staying safe.
Instead she was in her human form about to visit Jace.
Things had gotten better with Stefan. In the last week, he had worked hard to refresh her submissive training, and it had been successful. She seemed to have gotten past her fears. In the meantime, he was somehow gentler than he had been before, more caring. It was a welcome surprise. Evie wondered if it was because of the attack or because he feared her leaving him for Jace.
But whether to marry him or not was still up in the air, and she knew he desperately wanted an answer from her. He had even gone as far as telling her that he would take no other submissives if she was his mate as well as his sub.
“Really?” She had been skeptical.
He had cupped her face. “If that’s what it takes for you to be my mate.”
Evie believed him, but somehow, her past jealousies didn’t matter that much—except Brenda. She would always be the thorn in Evie’s side. The issue instead was which of her lovers she would miss more if she had to give one up. That was why she was now standing outside Jace’s front door—to make a decision one way or another.
Meanwhile, part of her was apprehensive that Jace wouldn’t want to see her or his leave was about to come to an end. She wondered if she had told him she loved him when they’d been together if it would have made a difference.
Evie gave a wry grin. The ideal situation would be to have both men, like Tasha had her four. She’d have the best of both worlds then, Stefan and the BDSM, Jace and the romance—except that Stefan would never allow it. She was also concerned what Stefan would say if he found out where she was now.
The wind changed direction at that moment, and a huge gust blew her forward just as Jace opened the door. Bracing herself for hard wood, instead she landed in a pair of soft arms. A welcoming embrace, she thought. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.
“Whatever are you doing out here, Evie? For God’s sake, come on in.”
He ushered her inside and then struggled to close the door against the wind before turning around to face her.
Evie didn’t say a word, just drank in the gorgeous sight of him. His dark hair glittering with raindrops, eyes that seemed confused, yet pleased to see her.
“It’s hell out there!” He smiled and shook his head to rid himself of the water in his hair.
Her heart fluttered. It was such a wolf thing to do, she had to remind herself that he was human.
Clearing her throat, she finally responded. “It certainly is.”
Jace stood for a moment. “Um, as much as it’s wonderful to see you, Evie, why are you here?”
Evie shrugged. “I missed you,” she said in a quiet voice.
He thumbed over his shoulder, indicating outside, and grimaced. “And is the big guy, Mr. Rock-hard-muscles-who-will-smash-me-to-pieces-or-tear-me-limb-from-limb, gonna turn up next?”
She chuckled at his description of Stefan. Poor Jace had yet to see Stefan’s softer side. “Probably not.”
Jace lifted an eyebrow. “I was hoping it would be a ‘definitely not.’ I adore that you are here, but I also value my life, sweetheart.”
Closing her eyes, she bowed her head, trying to blink back tears. She had to make a decision. And make it now. Stefan or Jace? Rough or smooth? Dominant or submissive? Werewolf or human?
ADULT EXCERPT
Standing up, Stefan used his feet to tap Evie’s ankles, indicating he wanted her to widen her legs further so he could get up close. Clasping her butt cheeks in both hands he fondled them hard as if he was giving her a massage.
“I think it’s time I took my own reward. Let’s see, what shall it be? Some cock sucking? Hmmm. I’ve always thought you are far too much in control when we do that, my young submissive. No, I need to be deep inside you. The question is shall it be pussy or ass?”
Stefan grinned over to Rafe, who was watching everything with relish.
“What d’ya reckon, Rafe? What would you have?”
“Ass, most definitely. I’m an ass man.”
Briefly considering this, Stefan then made up his mind.
“I might be able to do both. Would you like that, Evie?”
Her trembling voice indicated her slight fear. “Both?”
She was probably thinking he was going to invite someone else to join them. But not on this occasion.
“Yep. You’ll see what I have in mind. But let’s start off with the lovely moist pussy that I can feel. Oh yes.” Stefan slipped on a condom, always a necessity as he’d often played with several subs in the past. Easing his cock inside her vagina, he felt her inner muscles clenching around him. It almost made her too tight.
Stroking the small of her back, he stood still a few seconds waiting for her to un-tense. There were times when he loved thrusting hard up her, but this wasn’t the occasion. She wasn’t relaxed enough.
After he felt her tension decrease as her body settled down on the table, he started small plunges, in and out, increasing the depth each time when Evie’s body started to tremble, and she moaned.
Grinning at Rafe over her head, Stefan suddenly pulled completely out, the tip of his cock quivering at the entrance to her pussy, almost with a mind of its own, eager to get back inside her lovely moist warmth.
Evie cried out.
“Did you like that, my love?”
“Yesssss!”
He chuckled. “Always so impatient, little sub. There’s more to come.” Waving a hand at Rafe, he requested, “Hand me that beer bottle.”
Stefan saw Evie try to turn her head to see what he was doing. Rafe held her too tightly with his other hand. She’ll see.
But he knew he needed to say something. Stefan was worried she would start panicking again, and in front of everyone.
“Evie.” She didn’t say a word, but was trembling hard. “Evie. Answer me!”
“Y–yes, Sir.”
“We’re going for double penetration. You’ve had me inside you before with a plug in your butt. It’s time for a bottle.”
Rafe frowned at him. “Isn’t it rather, well, unhygienic?”
He raised his eyes to the ceiling, and tipping his head back, he drank down the last of the beer, emptying the bottle. “It’s not long come out of the cooler. So it’s clean, if a little cool. Besides which, she is used to my saliva around her butt.” Stefan placed the side of the bottle on Evie’s butt.
“Youch!” Evie’s scream resounded around the room, and several alphas chortled, while the subs who were watching seemed glad it wasn’t them.
“Just getting you used to the cold, my love. You’ve had ice inside you before. This won’t be that bad. All right?”
She was silent for a moment, and Stefan waited. She would say yes. He knew her too well.
A few more seconds went by while Evie took some deep breaths, and then she nodded. Rafe confirmed her readiness. Rimming her anal opening with the neck of the bottle, Stefan then scooped some water from a nearby glass to lubricate the opening a bit more before he started inserting the bottle very slowly, putting enough pressure on it to open her up until her sphincter swallowed the end.
“Ahhhh!” Evie was panting heavily.
“Good girl.”
Stefan’s intention was never to insert the whole bottle. He was content for just the top of the neck to go into Evie’s backside, and then he rested the flat end against his stomach muscles, wincing a little at the cold. Taking her hips in both of his large hands, Stefan pushed forward, pressing the bottle into her backside while his cock went into her lovely welcoming wet pussy.
When she started crying, “Yes, yes, yes. Oh God, more,” as her body started bucking beneath him, Stefan knew he had his submissive back.
June 10, 2014
Unexpectedly Yours, my new and improved site, and various other things
Hey there guys! It’s been a little while since I’ve written. The last few weeks have been spent knee deep in promo for Lip Service and Just a Taste. I’d love to tell you I’ve written a ton, but that would be a filthy dirty lie. I’ve been so wrapped up in promo, school, work, and moving that I’ve written less than a page.
This weekend marks the last of my huge obligations though, so far as the move goes. I should be able to get some words on the page for my next endeavour, In Full Bloom. Think super sexy Irishman with a penchant for domination and a shy, slightly nerdy girl just out of grad school. It promises to be delicious.. (If I could ever write the damn thing.
I’ve been waiting for the first round of edits on my third book, Unexpectedly Yours. I’ve got an official release date of July 29th. All of you Jim and Elle fans should get excited! It’s almost here!!
Here’s a little teaser.. :-D
BUT FIRST!!! I forgot to mention.. my first book Just a Taste, hit Amazon. Go buy it for 20% off the cover price if you haven’t read it yet.
Ok, no more kidding. Here’s the teaser for Unexpectedly Yours…
Reaching out with her other hand she turned the water off and said, “It’s fine now. I promise.”
“You’re sure?” he asked, concerned.
Rolling her eyes now, she said, “Yes. I’m sure. I’m totally fine. I burn myself quite frequently. It’s part of the job.”
He eyed the red blotch on her hand and frowned again, unconvinced.
“Would it make you feel better if I put something cold on it?” she asked.
“If it’s not a lot less red after we eat, then yes,” he said.
“We?” she asked.
“Yeah, we. I’ve tried to get you to go out with me a couple of times now. I figure this is the only way you’ll let me buy you dinner,” he said with a grin.
She smiled now. He was such a flirt.
“You know. If you keep asking, one of these days I’m going to think you’re serious, Jim,” she said, moving towards the food he’d set on the counter. Then she asked, “Which one of these is mine?” as she rifled through the brown paper bag.
When she looked up, he was staring at her like he was trying to solve a puzzle. He finally asked,.“What makes you think I’m not serious? I’ve been flirting with you for months.”
Elle blinked, confused for a minute, and said, “Honestly, I thought it was a proximity thing. When everyone gets together, we’re the only two single people. I didn’t realize you were serious.”
“I see that,” he said. “Proximity? You don’t give yourself a lot of credit, Elle.”
Reaching for one of the containers, he opened it then passed it over to her.
Picking up her fork, she shrugged at him and said, “I’m just a realist.”
He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, then said, “Elle,” and sighed.
They moved into the office and sat on the couch. Digging into their food, they were both silent for a few minutes.
Finally, Jim asked, “What did you mean, you’re a realist?”
Elle snorted and said, “Come on. You know you’re ridiculously hot. I just didn’t think you’d be interested.”
Jim grinned and said, “Thanks, but why wouldn’t I be interested in you?”
“You could be dating willowy models. I’m not saying I’m ugly, but I’m pretty average. Not willowy in the slightest,” Elle said, shrugging.
“The willowy model types you think I should be dating don’t have much substance in my experience. They’re usually looking for a leg up in the entertainment industry or they’re after my money. I prefer my women… real. You’re very much my type,” he said, looking her directly in the eye now.
I hope that’ll hold you guys until next time.. ;)
May 25, 2014
Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)
It’s official, you guys. My third book was picked up by the publisher earlier this week. I’m super excited! This one details the story of Jim Conroy and Elle Thomas. Here’s a little bit of the back cover blurb to whet your appetite.
It’s set for release in August 2014 (Date presently unknown).
Elle Thomas has had a crush on Jim Conroy for months now. Among their small circle of friends, they’re the only two single people left. It makes sense that he might gravitate toward her at social events, and maybe even flirt a little bit, right? Elle can’t help but want more, though.
Jim may be going insane. He’s been chasing Elle for months. He’s flirted with her, asked her out, and done everything else he could think of to get her attention, short of skywriting his feelings. So when Elle finally agrees to go out with him, things quickly heat up between them.
What starts out as a single spark of attraction between them quickly burns out of control. As they settle into the beginnings of a relationship, one moment will change their lives forever. Is their relationship strong enough to survive when reality sets in?
In the meantime, if you’d like to take a gander at my character inspirations:
Jim Conroy is:
Elle Thomas is: (PS – this is the closest I could come up with. Think curvier and 30 something.)
May 15, 2014
Lip Service – Let there be promotional excerpts!
The release of my second novel, Lip Service, is just around the corner (May 28th) and so I thought now would be an appropriate time to give a couple sneak peeks. Without further adieu..
Safe for Work – General Excerpt
Not at ALL safe for work unless your boss is ridiculously open minded – Filthy Excerpt
Let me know what you think!
XOXOX,
Michelle
May 12, 2014
Introducing.. the fablous Ms. Kelsie Belle
It’s that time again! I’ll be featuring another awesomely awesome Siren author. Ms. Kelsie Belle. She’s got a new release out tomorrow May 13th called Sweet Serendipity. If these excerpts are any indication, I’ll be reading this one and fanning myself profusely! This post is very, VERY NSFW. Enjoy. ;)
Available for pre-order at bookstrand.com/sweet-serendipity
Blurb
Running from a past that threatens to haunt her for the rest of her life, Rayne Carrington finds herself in Eden’s Ridge by chance. She promptly makes the tiny, serene town her home and finally finds some semblance of peace. Six months later, she encounters a dangerously alluring stranger, who turns her world upside down with his mere presence. Soon she is caught in a web of temptation that is too overpowering to deny. But how does she handle a man who is hell bent on resisting her at all cost?
Christian Stockwell returned to his hometown of Eden’s Ridge, to find a beautiful stranger living under his roof. He is instantly bewitched by her loveliness but he knows that he cannot allow himself to have her. He struggles to rein in the lust he feels for her but how long will he be able to resist such sweetness? It won’t be long before he must surrender to sweet serendipity.
Story Excerpt
Rinsing off quickly, Rayne reached for her towel as she stepped out of the shower, toweling the moisture from her hair and skin vigorously. She wrapped the large, soft towel around her slender body and went about brushing her teeth. Finally satisfied that she was good and clean, she reached for the handle of the door and swung it open.
Suddenly she was staring down the barrel of a handgun and a hard, cold voice grated, “Don’t move, motherfucker.”
The scream that ripped from Rayne’s lungs was almost deafening, even to her own ears. Terror coursed through her body as she stood rooted to the spot, clutching the towel to her chest, eyes huge like satellites in her stricken face, screaming like a banshee.
“What the fuck? Cut it out! Jesus Christ, you could wake the dead with that thing!”
The sound of the voice coming from behind the gun brought her screaming to an abrupt halt. The stranger lowered his gun and her eyes jerked up to meet his. Another jolt of shock ripped through Rayne at the sight of his face. She was pretty darn sure that she had never seen this man before. She surely would never forget such a beautiful face.
He had jet black hair, cropped moderately short on his head, the top slightly higher and arranged in random spikes. His eyes were a deep blue or rather violet. They were so dark, they appeared almost black. He sported a five o’clock shadow along his strong jawline that enhanced his rugged edge, making him look almost too delectable for words. Her breath caught painfully and she swallowed hard as a totally unexpected yearning swelled in her nether regions. Strangely, she felt no fear now, but her interest was definitely piqued. Who was this beautiful stranger and what the hell was he doing here?
“Okay, who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?” he clipped, and Rayne almost smiled at the irony highlighted by his words—it would seem her stranger could read minds.
“Don’t you think you’re stealing my line?” she asked sassily when she finally found her voice. “Last I checked you broke into myhouse while I was taking a shower in my bathroom!”
Christian’s eyes narrowed slightly and he cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t break in…I have a key. This. Is. My. House,” he bit out, annoyance radiating from his every pore.
“There must be some mistake then. Because this is my house, I’ve lived here for almost six months now,” Rayne told him, her brows creasing with bewilderment.
“I didn’t buy it. I have a lease…one year. Well there’s only about half of that left now but I do plan on renewing it when the time comes. I have a contract and everything. Feel free to look at it if you want,” she responded matter-of-factly, folding her arms saucily. “Besides, this can’t be your house. I leased it from the owner, Isabelle Sutherland.”
Rayne was hard-pressed to note the comedy of the situation. She was standing in her bathroom doorway, naked beneath the towel wrapped around her body, her hair dripping rivulets onto the wooden floor and arguing property rights with a complete stranger who had just pulled a gun on her. Downright hilarious. “Aunt Belle!” Christian muttered, more to himself than to her. “Leave it to you to do something like this.” He shook his head in exasperation.
“You know her?” Rayne asked, her brows knitting again.
“Like I said, she’s my Aunt Isabelle. My mother’s younger sister and caretaker of my house,” he responded drily.
“Oh! Oh wow…” Her eyes popped wide, forming saucers in her face, and her mouth forming a huge, dubious O. So that would mean she had leased a house from a woman who was not the actual owner of said house? Yikes!
It took her several seconds to regain her composure enough to reply, “I had no idea. I mean she never said anything about…Oh wow!”
Christian folded his arms across his solid chest and he cocked his head, observing her for a long moment. Rayne tried not to squirm under his intense scrutiny but she could feel beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead despite her best efforts.
Finally he extended his hand, giving her a devastating smile, though it didn’t quite spread to his hard, dark eyes. “Christian Stockwell. That would make you…?”
“Ah, I’m Rayne…I mean, Mackenzie Carrington. But Rayne is fine, I prefer Rayne…” She swallowed hard against the lump suddenly forming in her throat.
Christian’s lips curled in a cocky smile and he gave a slight nod. “Rayne it is then,” he said slowly, the words rolling off his tongue in a low seductive drawl. She took his proffered hand, surprised by how large and strong it was. Long fingers enveloped her much smaller ones, sending an unfamiliar tingle running up her arm. Startled by the sensation, she quickly pulled her hand way.
Adult Excerpt
“Do you want to know how many women I’ve been with, Rayne?” he asked her, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. She whimpered and looked up at him with wary eyes, shaking her head slowly.
“Good…’cause I really couldn’t tell you. And that’s because I have no fucking clue, sweetheart. It would’ve been impossible for me to keep track of them all.” Christian’s words were deliberately harsh and he was grimly satisfied when he noted her discomfited wince in response.
He continued, determined to press home his point. “At the risk of sounding like a total asshole, I’m letting you know that I’ve been with so many women, I can’t possibly remember all their names or their faces. Women of all ages and races. Women from all walks of life.” He watched the play of emotions tarnishing her features as he spoke, satisfied that he was getting under her skin when she twisted uncomfortably in her seat.
“But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside my field of experience, do you understand me?”
He knew the exact moment her hackles rose, felt her stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you think I’m so sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been banging every guy that crosses my path…”
“But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside my field of experience, do you understand me?”
He knew the exact moment her hackles rose, felt her stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you think I’m so sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been banging every guy that crosses my path…”
Christian pressed a finger to her lips to silence her flow of venom. “Shhh. Just listen to me. I’m giving you an out here…take it. I’ve told you before to stay away from me—that was for your own good. If you take my advice, we can just go on about our business from here, pretending this morning never happened.”
Rayne’s chin jutted up in defiance and she rose from her seat so that her luscious body pressed up against his hard muscled frame, causing his cock to jump with delight. “What if that’s not what I want?” she whispered, licking her lips. “What if I want you to show me what it’s like to not be so sweet and innocent?”
Christian squeezed his eyes shut to block out the tantalizing image of her soft pink tongue wetting those full, perfect lips and groaned. “Don’t. Tempt. Me,” he told her through gritted teeth. “’Cause right now I’m about a heartbeat away from spreading you across this goddamn countertop and fucking you till you can’t see straight!”
Rayne whimpered softly and her eyes turned to liquid fire. In one swift motion she stretched up and pressed her lips to his in a hot openmouthed kiss. Startled, Christian was powerless to resist her. His lips parted involuntarily and his tongue thrust out to engage in a primitive dance with hers. Her delicate hands slid around his waist, pulling his hips closer so that his pulsing, needy cock lodged fully against the jutting mound of her cleft.
Her dress rode up around her hips as they kissed ardently, and the heat from her thinly covered sex almost brought him to his knees. Dragging his lips from hers, he pushed the dress up further so it bunched around her waist before grabbing her small waist and lifting her up unto the countertop. “Innocent my ass, you’re a fucking minx!” He growled almost angrily, planting hot kisses just below her breasts and on her taut stomach. His lips traveled even further down to where he could smell her potent desire for him.
Her fingers jammed in his hair and she gripped his head firmly, writhing with pleasure under his touch. “Oh hell, Christian…God, I need you!”
Her words fueled the fire coursing through his loins and he grabbed both her legs, pushing them up until her knees were fully bent and her feet rested on the counter beside her. Her soaked crotch was now deliciously spread out before him.
“Fuck, you smell fantastic…goddammit! I bet you taste like sin.” He growled, then ripped the seat of her panties aside so he could clasp his mouth over her hot, wet cunt.
“Ahhh…mmm…Oh God!” Rayne’s hands released his head to grip the edge of the counter, balancing herself as Christian devoured her pussy like a hungry beast.
He ran his tongue through the slick folds of her cunt, licking up her leaking juices. He slid his tongue along the slit repeatedly, back and forth, back and forth until she cried out, hips bucking up to meet his mouth. His tongue darted inside her opening, undulating briskly before he turned his attention to her jutting clit. His mouth closed over the nub, sucking hard and Rayne’s hands immediately came up to clutch his shoulders, fingers sinking into his flesh as she ground her hips into his mouth.
“Oh God…Oh God…Oh my God! Yes!” she panted.
She leaned back and spread her hands flat on the counter behind her, opening herself even more to his greedy mouth. Christian reached between her legs to sink two fingers into her sopping cunt and began to lick her clit in swift, steady strokes of his tongue while his expert fingers worked her over.
As the first convulsive clench of her tight pussy walls gripped his fingers, the doorbell rang. He froze for a fraction of a second, before continuing to lick at her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her hole. By the time the bell rang a second time, Rayne’s hips were bucking uncontrollably, her pussy clenching in vicious spasms as she came with the force of a fucking freight train on his face.
Available for pre-order at http://www.bookstrand.com/sweet-serendipity
A little bit about the author:
Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few. But the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life in her head every day. She’s been writing down her sweet romances ever since she was a teenager but in her early twenties, Ms. Belle became interested in erotic romance novels and her own stories took a turn for the sensual since then.
Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.
Get in touch with her here:
twitter: @mskelsiebelle
Facebook: facebook.com/kelsiebelleplaying
website: kelsiebelle.wordpress.com
email: kelsie.belle@yahoo.com
May 6, 2014
Just a Taste: Available Exclusively on Bookstrand.com
My steamy debut novel, Just a Taste, is now available for purchase exclusively on Bookstrand. Get 10% off the retail price if you purchase before May 13th, 2014 at midnight CST.
When Sara Westing needed signatures for a new catering contract, she had no idea that Deacon James would be the man holding the pen. Thrown into a last-minute meeting together, they both very quickly realize this isn’t the first time they’ve met. They’re left to negotiate the final details of a contract while pretending they didn’t share a night of incredible passion, followed by a decade of awkward radio silence.
Despite everything working against them, the attraction between them is still stronger than ever. Deacon will have to lay his heart on the line in order to convince Sara that he is a risk worth taking. Sara will have to let her guard down and learn to trust him.
Together, can they navigate their way through a maze of professional risk, blazing passion, and personal baggage to prove the old saying wrong? Maybe with the right incentive people can and do change.
May 4, 2014
Meet Andrew Jericho!
This week’s author spotlight falls on Andrew Jericho, another one of my fellow Siren authors. Get to know a little bit about him and read a blurb and two excerpts from his latest release, Something Beautiful. Fair warning, the adult excerpt is super steamy!
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, transgender hero, HEA]
Transman, Reed Collins and his partner, Levon Kruger, an openly gay drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, have been in a committed relationship for eight months. The couple is continuing to explore the love and passion that began in an online chat program a year ago. Recently, they further defined that commitment as a marriage.
While on their honeymoon, Avery Gaines walks into their lives in what he calls, “a chance meeting.” The couple is immediately attracted to the tall, dark-haired stranger, with deep green eyes. Reed is the first to admit his love for Avery, but Levon holds his emotions in check. Avery wants the trio to share love and a commitment, not readily understanding Levon’s reservations.
The romantic triangle goes through a period of conflict and turmoil, until Levon finally reveals a promise that he made to Reed, and how loving Avery would call into question the very foundation of the marriage he shares with his partner.
Find this and other steamy novels by Andrew at: http://www.bookstrand.com/andrew-jericho
Learn a little bit about Andrew Jericho:
Q: Who is Andrew Jericho?
A: I am a gay transman, partner, parent, ManLove erotic romance author, and LGBTQ rights activist.
Q: Since you write about love and erotica, what about those aspects in your own life?
A: My partner and I committed when I was 18, and have been together for over 20 years. I consider love and erotica to be a journey, a traveled path where souls converge together. As with the pairing of myself and my partner, I would hope that my characters give readers a glimpse into the erotic and romantic nature present in all human beings.
Q: How do you explain your relationship with the characters that you write about?
A: My characters write their own lives, or so to speak. While I provide them with literary direction, they ultimately make their own decisions. Once an idea for a book begins to form, I feel compelled to see it through to completion. The characters that I write about demand that their stories be told as uniquely as they are forming in my memory.
Q: Is there a special criteria that you base your characters on?
A: I wouldn’t say that I have any one formula for character development. A character can be a compilation of many, or the product of a few. For example: a voice from one, or a personality from another is often woven into my literary figures.
Q: Explain why you write?
A: If I didn’t, I would get very little sleep and be perpetually in a state of anxiety because my characters would not let me rest.
Q: Do you have any quirky habits as a writer?
A: Yes. I actually keep a small notebook nearby at all times to record random thoughts. I have been known to include unusual names, characteristics, and personality traits from individuals that I come in contact with that I think would add substance and depth to future characters. My notebook is considered classified by all who know me.
Q: Why do you write ManLove erotic romance?
A: I write ManLove erotic romance because love is the same regardless of gender. Love is love…period. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, I am thrilled to be able to reflect this in my writing.
Q: What are your plans for future projects in general?
A: I usually have three or four ideas for manuscripts floating through my brain at any given time. I am always writing.
Story:
Watching as Levon moved towards the front desk, Reed’s eyes became fixated on a sketch that stood alone in the corner. Unlike all of the other framed drawings, this one rested on a golden easel. Breathtaking. Smiling at his thought, Reed moved closer to the image of what looked like three pairs of hands intimately twined. There weren’t any faces, just arms that seemed to appear from the edges of the paper. Reed felt himself flush, when he realized that the three pairs of hands were masculine. Amazing detail. Such tenderness. Moving his hand towards the glass of the frame, Reed ran his fingers across the image.
“That sketch is one of my favorites. However, it’s not for sale.”
Hearing a smooth mellow voice next to his ear, Reed turned to stare into deep green eyes. Mesmerizing. Feeling himself blush again, he quickly looked back at the drawing, trying to rid his mind of the thought. Hating the fire he felt in his cheeks, Reed knew this time it wasn’t from the entwined hands.
The man standing behind him was at least as tall as Levon, maybe an inch or so taller. He had straight, dark brown hair, cut in a shag, which fell almost to his shoulders. A few bangs hung on his forehead, stopping right at the top of his eyebrows. The haircut perfectly framed the angles of his face. To add to the effect, he was wearing a pair of black slacks with a forest-green dress shirt. The combination only further highlighted those mesmerizing eyes. Feeling a twinge of guilt for the romantic attraction he felt, Reed was thankful when Levon returned from the front desk, draping an arm around his waist.
“Is this man bothering you?” Levon asked, as Reed felt him hook a few fingers through the belt loops of his pants.
Before Reed had a chance to reply, the stranger spoke, looking at Levon, “I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself to your partner.”
“Husband,” Levon quickly spoke. “I’m assuming that you are Avery Gaines?”
Reed watched Levon decline the hand that was offered to him. Instead, Avery crossed his arms across his chest.
“Mr. Gaines, are you aware of who I am?” Levon asked, tightening his grip around Reed’s body.
“Yes, you’re Levon Kruger, drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, and this is your husband, Reed Collins. I have fairly eclectic tastes in the arts, and one of those is rock music. Besides, both of your faces have been plastered on a few tabloids in the last week or so with rumors that you have quit Hardcore.”
“Then you know that I’m a transman?” Reed cut in.
“I know you’re a very handsome gay male, if that’s what you mean?” Avery responded, as Reed caught his gaze once more. “Levon, you are quite lucky.”
“Quit flirting with my husband!” Levon spoke sharply.
“I know Reed belongs to you, and likewise. I see the love that you both share, and I’m not trying to come between that, nor would I ever. I was not flirting, merely stating a fact. Levon, if you weren’t so worried about establishing your relationship to your husband with me, then you would have noticed my eyes subtly expressing that fact about you as well.”
“Okay, stop it!” Reed cut in. “What’s wrong with you, Levon, and frankly you too, Avery? I’m assuming that I can call you that, Mr. Gaines, after this episode. My husband and I came here to thank you for buying our meal this morning, and to find out the reason.”
“To be quite honest, I am surprised that both of you are here. Whose idea was that?” Avery asked.
Reed stood quietly, watching as the artist looked directly at Levon’s face.
“The idea was mine,” Levon replied, staring at Reed instead.
“I see.”
“I like to be careful when it comes to who I have contact with, particularly now, since I am responsible for more than just myself.”
“I haven’t been completely truthful. While I didn’t know whether or not I would see the two of you again, I was hoping that I would. That’s why I left my card with the waitress. I bought your meal because it’s not every day that someone sees two men so openly in love, and outwardly expressing those same feelings. I think your husband has already figured out that I am gay, based on his interpretation of my sketch.”
“I didn’t make any type of interpretation.”
“Yes you did,” Avery replied. “I saw the expression in your eyes, and your fingertips tracing the image beneath the glass.”
“I told you to quite flirting with Reed! That’s the last time I will tell you! The next time my fist will make the point!”
“I don’t believe you really want to do that. My day job as a forensic and police sketch artist requires me to be acutely aware of the human body. As part of my training, I studied facial expressions, mannerisms, in additional to the anatomy and physiology of the human body. The body language from you speaks otherwise.”
“Oh really!” Levon said sarcastically, moving within an inch of Avery’s face.
Stepping between the pair, Reed realized that both men were oblivious to his presence, as he watched his husband’s gaze lock with Avery’s eyes.
“The other reason I paid for your breakfast was because I felt an instant attraction to both of you, not just Reed, as you so wrongly perceived. Now, before that statement is misconstrued into something cheap and ugly, I am not in the habit of paying for other men’s breakfast in the hopes of returning them to my studio for a quick seduction! In fact this is the first time I have done anything like this.”
Adult:
“Keep kissing him, sexy,” Avery spoke.
Avery finally released his legs from his forearms, wrapping them instead around his waist.
“I love you, too, Avery,” Reed finally replied.
“Sweetness, I love you…damn, how I love you.” Avery groaned. “I’m all the way inside you, sweetheart.”
Reed released Levon’s mouth. For just a moment, he lost himself in the touch of the man with the mesmerizing green eyes. His hands tangled in Avery’s hair as their lips moved in sweet passion against each other’s mouth. Next Reed’s hands began to explore the artists’ back, moving quickly to his buttocks. He was matching each of Avery’s gentle trusts with rocking movements of his own.
“Don’t make me come inside you, Reed,” Avery said. “I’ve still got to bond with Levon.”
Reed protested when Avery withdrew his dick. The artist now had his husband beneath his body, as Reed saw the passion unfolding between the pair.
“Hi,” Avery whispered sensually against Levon’s lips.
“Hi yourself, Gaines,” Levon replied.
Reed was so close to release. His groin ached and he felt his cock throbbing. Seeing Avery and Levon’s passionate kissing only fueled his fire.
“Suck your husband, Reed,” Avery said.
At Avery’s command, Reed’s mouth went flush with Levon’s body, as he took his husband’s entire length into his mouth.
“Reed, dammit! That’s how to suck a dick!”
“I love you, sexy, so much,” Avery murmured against Levon’s lips.
“Honey, I love you, too,” Levon replied.
Hearing their whispered words of love flooded Reed’s heart with a passion unlike any he had ever experienced before. Levon’s cock was filling his mouth full of pre-cum, as he used his tongue to slowly lick the shaft from its base upwards to his husband’s swollen cockhead.
“Do you want me inside you, sexy?” Avery asked.
Reed watched as the artist gently brushed strands of damp hair away from Levon’s face. When Levon nodded, Reed saw the artist reaching for the lube. As Avery gelled two of his fingers, he used his other hand to push Levon’s thighs wide open.
“Gaines, my god!” Levon groaned.
“So tight,” Avery murmured.
Reed had a front row seat to the erotic foreplay that Avery was giving his husband. With each stroke of the artist’s fingers into Levon’s anal opening, Reed watched the skin open and then grip the digits inside him. While Reed continued the blow job, he also slipped two of his own fingers next to Averys’ inside Levon’s body. The sensation caused his husband to moan and buck his body upwards. Just as soon, as his fingers had slipped inside Levon’s body, Reed felt Avery removing them.
“Kiss your husband, Reed. Let him know we love him…that we care about his pleasure, too.”
“Aww, shit, Gaines!”
Reed glanced down to see Avery’s lips moving slowly down his husband’s hard dick. Levon was groaning against his lips. Seeing and hearing his husband’s pleasure had Reed insane with desire.
“His tongue—”
Hearing Levon groan again, instead of finishing his sentence, Reed asked, “His tongue, what?”
“Gaines’s tongue feels so good inside my ass.”
“He’s more than ready now, too,” Avery said.
Lying next to Levon on the bed, Reed spoke softly into his husband’s ear, “I love you, metal man. Let Avery make love to you, too.”
Avery was now topping Levon’s body, pushing the drummer’s legs back.
“I do understand, sexy, why you held your heart from me.”
“I had to be sure, Gaines.”
“Are you sure now, baby boy?”
Reed heard Levon’s sensual moan in reply. Avery’s cock was slowly slipping inside his husband.
“Damn…you feel just as good as Reed!” Avery said.
Avery had secured Levon’s right arm above his head, as his other hand was gently cupping the drummer’s left hip.
“That’s it, sexy. Meet my thrusts. Make love to me, baby boy.”
Reed was kissing Levon’s neck, listening to the pleasurable sounds escaping his partner’s mouth. The sound burned desire through his body, as it made his release all the more urgent. Reed felt restless, almost desperate in a sense, to bond his heart to the commitment that the three of them were creating.
“Reed, get your strap-on,” Avery spoke tenderly. “We’re ready to make love as a ménage of love.”
Reed rolled away from Levon’s body and retrieved his strap-on from the nightstand. Securing the dildo, with a harness, around his waist, he cuddled close to the drummer’s body once more.
“Good boy,” Avery replied, staring sensually into Reed’s eyes. “I’ve thought a great deal about tonight, and how I would be able to join three bodies at the same time. One of us has to be double penetrated. That man is going to be you, Levon. Reed and I will be inside you. Three bodies kissing, caressing, their groins pressed so tight. Three hearts forever bonding.”
“Oh, Avery!” Reed murmured.
“That’s right, sweetness, just the three of us.”
Accepting the tube of slick from Avery’s hands, Reed applied the cool gel to the shaft of his dildo, rubbing the remainder in his palm against Levon’s opening. His eyes had not only seen Avery’s cock stretching Levon’s anal cavity, but now his fingers could feel the penetration. So damn erotic. Reed’s thoughts were quickly cycling from romantic, to sensual, and finally lingering in a world of eroticism, only to repeat the process.
Feeling Avery’s hard dick stretching his husband’s flesh caused Reed to linger a bit longer than he should. However, Avery said nothing, as Reed continued to rub his fingers erotically against the connection. Finding the artist’s sac, Reed caressed the swollen nuts.
“Reed, are you turned on by the fact that I’m inside your husband?”
“Yes, I can’t believe how much.”
“Neither can I,” Levon groaned. “Thrust, Avery, dammit!”
Reed watched as Avery slowly ground his hips against Levon’s pelvis. The drummer’s hands were clutching the artist’s buttocks.
“Babe, I want you inside me, too! We need this commitment with him.”
“Sweetness, you heard our bottom boy…put your dick in his ass.”
April 26, 2014
Author Spotlight: Suzy Shearer
Learn a little bit about Suzy and her debut novel with Siren Publishing!
BIO:
Single, all alone and fancy free; I live in Sydney Australia’s Western Suburbs with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats to keep me company.
I am a Buddhist, an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. I have a penchant for crazy coloured hair – pinks, purples even rainbowed …. it changes every month - oh yes, and for tattoos!
My books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. Just because we are older doesn’t mean we aren’t sexy, intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. I want my readers to understand that sexy isn’t just for the under 30s … lol
When I am not writing, I am usually painting – I am a watercolour Artist. My subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.
I am still looking out for that once in a lifetime head over heels experience… you know the one – makes your toes tingle when you kiss ….. lol … maybe that is why I write romance books with sexy heroes.
I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I have enjoyed writing them.
BOOK BLURB:
The Club: Bound – Book one in The Club series – Erotic BDSM Romance available at http://www.bookstrand.com/the-club-bound
Lisa Day’s first experience in The Club excites her—until she discovers she performed in front of an audience with a stranger, all as a result of a lost bet. How could this attractive man just walk away after he bound her and had sex with her?
Will Lisa be able to forgive Paul Rowley for leaving her in front of the entire Club, or will she turn her back on the one man who has the ability to make her lose all inhibitions and drive her to amazing sexual heights?
Can Paul convince Lisa that she is the only woman for him? That he was a fool and if she will just give him one chance he will prove his love for her?
For more excerpts and a chance to win a copy go to http://suzyshearer.wix.com/suzy
April 24, 2014
Just a Taste: Available for Pre-Order Exclusively on Bookstrand.com
My debut novel, Just a Taste, is now available for pre-order exclusively on Bookstrand. Get 10% off the retail price if you purchase before May 13th, 2014 at midnight CST.
When Sara Westing needed signatures for a new catering contract, she had no idea that Deacon James would be the man holding the pen. Thrown into a last-minute meeting together, they both very quickly realize this isn’t the first time they’ve met. They’re left to negotiate the final details of a contract while pretending they didn’t share a night of incredible passion, followed by a decade of awkward radio silence.
Despite everything working against them, the attraction between them is still stronger than ever. Deacon will have to lay his heart on the line in order to convince Sara that he is a risk worth taking. Sara will have to let her guard down and learn to trust him.
Together, can they navigate their way through a maze of professional risk, blazing passion, and personal baggage to prove the old saying wrong? Maybe with the right incentive people can and do change.
