Guest Post-The Best Advice I Ever Got
Today I'd like to welcome a fellow Noble Romance Author who has quite a few books under his belt and one of the most interesting bios I've ever read. But you'll have to see for yourself 
. This man has experienced much of life and it shows in his writing. I'll let him tell you—>
DC Juris
Someone recently asked me what was the best piece of advice I'd ever received in my life. I didn't even have to give it any thought.
Stay away from five dollar hookers, and five dollar tequila. That's the advice Chief Cowart, my Airforce Junior ROTC teacher gave me on graduation day in 1996. Actually, that's the advice he gave everyone, all the time. Seriously.
At the time, I took it as a funny little jibe – much like the ones he always made. Now, though, with a lot of experience and fourteen years of living behind me, I realize it was a metaphor for something bigger.
The message wasn't about cheap booze and ladies of the night (though I'm sure that's sage advice, too) but about life in general. It meant never settle. Never put your efforts or interests into things that aren't worth your time. Always look for something better, something of higher quality. Something greater than what's right in front of you.
In 2009, a fellow writer gave me another piece of great advice: fire your agent. Again, at the time I saw only the simple meaning. I had an agent who was taking my money (which I later learned she never should've) and doing nothing for me. So, I fired my agent and never, ever looked back. Two years later, fire your agent means something more to me. It means do it yourself. Don't look to others to put out that supreme effort on your behalf – put it out there yourself. After all, if you're not willing to work the extra hours and go the extra mile, why on Earth would they be? And the rewards you reap are all the sweeter when you know you have been the one to till and sew the soil, tend the seedlings, and watch them grow into strong, thriving plants.
Don't apologize for wanting more. My husband said that to me at a particularly rocky moment in my life in 2010. But this time, I had
learned to look beyond the obvious meaning of the words, and see the deeper one. He meant not to be sorry for what I'd wanted, but he also meant not to be sorry for being me. You see, he has known something all his life that I have only just gotten around to learning: our wants and desires are part of what makes us who we are. What is a chef, without the desire to cook? Or an actor without the desire to make people feel? A comic without the desire to hear laughter?
I guess the moral of the story is, the next time you get good advice – or even bad! – ponder it. Sit with it. Chew on it, suck it dry, and lick up the crumbs. Get everything out of it you can. You never know when it will be relevant later, in an entirely different situation than the one it was offered to you in. 
From male/male romance to a little solo female fun, this anthology of seven stories has just what you're looking
for…and then some.
Blurb: Come watch Amber, whose online adventures
have left her panting and ready. Or maybe you'd rather play with Jason, a sexy
writer who has finally figured out the plotline of his life revolves around his
hot assistant, Paul. And don't forget Chase, the sexy transgender man heading
the right way for some steamy sex with fellow ftm Toby. These are just three of
your options; you've got thirteen playmates at your disposal in these seven
stories—all guaranteed to rev your engine and keep it running. All. Night.
Long.
Excerpt
from "Rub-a-Dub-Dub"
Amber closed her eyes and leaned back in the tub, resting her head on the curved edge. She thought back to earlier in the day, to the website of erotic stories she'd run across at work. She'd been doing a search for a favorite romance author, and had wound up finding one by the same name, with a different spelling. But the stories she discovered weren't romantic at all, but steamy, hot tales of pure, unadulterated sex. Sex for the sake of sex, and, while she had initially turned up her nose, she hadn't been able to suppress a little bit of curiosity.
She'd gone back to the website and was soon opening tab after tab in her browser, pouring over tale after tale of all kinds of sexual acts—anal sex, oral sex, BDSM, even homosexual sex—and then there were the things she'd never even heard of. The story about cock docking had nearly done her in. Such imagery in the authors' words! She had pictured every story in her mind, and by the time the end of the day rolled around, she had worked herself into such a sexual frenzy she'd barely been able to keep her cool when she'd stepped out of her office.
She'd hurried home, fed the goldfish, grabbed up her favorite sex toys, and gone immediately for the bathroom. Now here she sat, hot water up to her shoulders, still just as turned on as she had been when she'd left work.
Excerpt from
"Torn"
Torn's not like any other place you've ever been. That planet has a soul—remember that. She'll demand your respect, and you'd do best to give it.
And in true human fashion, William had dismissed the words of his superior officer. Ten years of living in the barely-describable-as-civilized wilderness of Torn without incident had only served to cement his belief—no, his conceit—that nothing could stop him. There existed nothing that William, indeed any human, couldn't conquer, couldn't bend to their will. Couldn't convert.
Except Torn. She'd proven that, at last, and taken back the land from terraforming, digging, and drilling. Torn had handed down her revenge. The storm—the natives called it The Great Anger—had come on quickly. No preceding black skies, no foretelling howling winds. No time to react. No warning. Nothing.
Crudely built, the wooden shanties they had lived in had splintered and crumbled under the powerful gusting gales. The Great Anger had ripped mighty trees from their roots as if they had not been rooted at all, careened them through the air like they'd weighed no more than twigs. They'd become weapons in Torn's plan, a way of bringing about even more damage as they were slammed through walls and rooftops. Quakes had split the roads open, torrential rains had flooded the cities. In its wake, the Great Anger had left nothing but devastation.
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