AND THE WINNER IS....
drum roll...I'm loving my 'Tweeners Hop so much I'm gonna give away TWO Turkish trinkets!
Winners:
Rene Bennet
Kathryn Merkel
I'll contact you chicks by email but wanted to say THANKS and congrats!
CALENDAR NOTE:
My brewery is one year old tomorrow. In my other personna I've put up a funny post about it ...
check it out here. www.a2beerwench.com
Also, Blue Cruise, the 2nd in the Turkish Delights series will release NOVEMBER 15 NOT NOVEMBER 8. It's a very hot, very emotional and tear inducing m/m love story.
And because I love you guys so I'm gonna give you a teensy taste of some of the extreme hotness:
ready?
You've met Emre Deniz. He of the hawt cougar action with Elle from the first Turkish Delights tale. Now lets let his twin brother Tarkan have some fun with Caleb, Elle's personal assistant....
The boat trip had only been the two of them, to his pleasant surprise. In the powerful fancy speedboat, Tarkan had torn away from the shore, one hand on the wheel, the other in the air waving to the dockworkers. Caleb sat and watched the man's body, covered only in khaki shorts and a tee shirt, and tried to will his cock down from its compromising position of extreme hard, bordering on agonizing. They cruised down the shore line slowly. Tarkan pointed out various historical views and regaled Caleb with stories of growing up with a proud Turkish father and stubborn American mother. By the time they reached a spot about an hour down the coast and had pulled into a dock that looked to be an historical relic on its own, Caleb was drunk with lust. Tarkan lead him up a steep grassy hill, dotted with the odd remnant of ancient temple or church or whatever, Caleb had no idea. History was not his thing. The man in front of him was though. He guided Caleb into what looked like a small, elegant restaurant on the outside but was obviously a private home. One table was set, in front of a blazing fire, for two. A few people appeared, poured wine, put some food down and disappeared. Caleb was nervous again. He knew better, but wanted Tarkan so badly at that moment he didn't know if he could control himself. And he knew damn good and well Tarkan felt the same way. "Afiyet olsun," Tarkan gestured to the food, which was a delicious simple meal of lamb, rice and fresh vegetables. Caleb stared at him, not sitting, not moving any closer. The room hummed with chemistry, electricity, and primal need. "Are we alone," he ground out. "Because if we aren't we should be, and soon."He was thrilled to see Tarkan finally appear unsettled. The guy was one cool customer for certain. Calmer than anyone had a right to be. He glanced around, motioned with one hand, and the lights were dimmed, leaving the room lit by a single candle and the flickering flames in the grate. He took a step toward Caleb, ran a finger down his face, palmed his cheek. Caleb's entire body broke out in a chill and if it were physiologically possible, his cock got even harder. "We should eat.""I'm not hungry," Caleb growled and reached for him, yanking his face close, covering his lips with his own, hungry beyond imagining for the Turkish treat in his arms. They melded together, nearly identical in their six foot two inch bodies, arms wound around each other, tongues colliding with passion. Caleb groaned into Tarkan's mouth as the other man's hands slid down his arms, around to his ass and pressed their bulging groins together, grinding into him so hard Caleb nearly came in his shorts. He yanked his face away and stared into the dark skinned man's eyes. "I am one pent up guy, I have to warn you. I...oh, shit..." Tarkan dropped to his knees and tugged Caleb's zipper down in one fluid motion, releasing his throbbing cock to the air. "Lovely," Tarkan murmured before dipping his tongue into the weeping slit, licking his way around the edge of the head and finally swallowing Caleb's shaft all the way down, pressing his nose into the curls at the base. "Jesus, I...oh…." Caleb bit it back, cocked his hips and held onto Tarkan's hair, fucking his lovely mouth like an animal, making noises he didn't know he had in him. The man moaned, clutched his ass and deep-throated him, again and again, sucking and tugging until Caleb saw stars at the edge of his vision, felt the orgasm gathering at the base of his spine. "Baby, I'm gonna blow." His voice was a whisper in the nearly dark room. "I can't hold back."In response, Tarkan pulled his mouth off with a final bit of suction, stood, and yanked his own shorts down. He possessed Caleb's mouth, sweeping his talented tongue in and through, owning him with his lips. Their erections pressed together, the hot, hard sex between them beautiful and urgent.
Whew.....is it HOT IN HERE???
STAY TUNED...this is an amazing story that will cause you to reach for the tissue box...for various reason.Don't forget the In Between Days Blog Hop!on Monday, the amazing and talented Desiree Holt has her say!here are all the linkies to the Decadent Writers!
GREAT WRITERS! GREAT BOOKS GREAT PRIZES!keep checking back!Liz
Winners:
Rene Bennet
Kathryn Merkel
I'll contact you chicks by email but wanted to say THANKS and congrats!
CALENDAR NOTE:
My brewery is one year old tomorrow. In my other personna I've put up a funny post about it ...
check it out here. www.a2beerwench.com
Also, Blue Cruise, the 2nd in the Turkish Delights series will release NOVEMBER 15 NOT NOVEMBER 8. It's a very hot, very emotional and tear inducing m/m love story.
And because I love you guys so I'm gonna give you a teensy taste of some of the extreme hotness:
ready?
You've met Emre Deniz. He of the hawt cougar action with Elle from the first Turkish Delights tale. Now lets let his twin brother Tarkan have some fun with Caleb, Elle's personal assistant....
The boat trip had only been the two of them, to his pleasant surprise. In the powerful fancy speedboat, Tarkan had torn away from the shore, one hand on the wheel, the other in the air waving to the dockworkers. Caleb sat and watched the man's body, covered only in khaki shorts and a tee shirt, and tried to will his cock down from its compromising position of extreme hard, bordering on agonizing. They cruised down the shore line slowly. Tarkan pointed out various historical views and regaled Caleb with stories of growing up with a proud Turkish father and stubborn American mother. By the time they reached a spot about an hour down the coast and had pulled into a dock that looked to be an historical relic on its own, Caleb was drunk with lust. Tarkan lead him up a steep grassy hill, dotted with the odd remnant of ancient temple or church or whatever, Caleb had no idea. History was not his thing. The man in front of him was though. He guided Caleb into what looked like a small, elegant restaurant on the outside but was obviously a private home. One table was set, in front of a blazing fire, for two. A few people appeared, poured wine, put some food down and disappeared. Caleb was nervous again. He knew better, but wanted Tarkan so badly at that moment he didn't know if he could control himself. And he knew damn good and well Tarkan felt the same way. "Afiyet olsun," Tarkan gestured to the food, which was a delicious simple meal of lamb, rice and fresh vegetables. Caleb stared at him, not sitting, not moving any closer. The room hummed with chemistry, electricity, and primal need. "Are we alone," he ground out. "Because if we aren't we should be, and soon."He was thrilled to see Tarkan finally appear unsettled. The guy was one cool customer for certain. Calmer than anyone had a right to be. He glanced around, motioned with one hand, and the lights were dimmed, leaving the room lit by a single candle and the flickering flames in the grate. He took a step toward Caleb, ran a finger down his face, palmed his cheek. Caleb's entire body broke out in a chill and if it were physiologically possible, his cock got even harder. "We should eat.""I'm not hungry," Caleb growled and reached for him, yanking his face close, covering his lips with his own, hungry beyond imagining for the Turkish treat in his arms. They melded together, nearly identical in their six foot two inch bodies, arms wound around each other, tongues colliding with passion. Caleb groaned into Tarkan's mouth as the other man's hands slid down his arms, around to his ass and pressed their bulging groins together, grinding into him so hard Caleb nearly came in his shorts. He yanked his face away and stared into the dark skinned man's eyes. "I am one pent up guy, I have to warn you. I...oh, shit..." Tarkan dropped to his knees and tugged Caleb's zipper down in one fluid motion, releasing his throbbing cock to the air. "Lovely," Tarkan murmured before dipping his tongue into the weeping slit, licking his way around the edge of the head and finally swallowing Caleb's shaft all the way down, pressing his nose into the curls at the base. "Jesus, I...oh…." Caleb bit it back, cocked his hips and held onto Tarkan's hair, fucking his lovely mouth like an animal, making noises he didn't know he had in him. The man moaned, clutched his ass and deep-throated him, again and again, sucking and tugging until Caleb saw stars at the edge of his vision, felt the orgasm gathering at the base of his spine. "Baby, I'm gonna blow." His voice was a whisper in the nearly dark room. "I can't hold back."In response, Tarkan pulled his mouth off with a final bit of suction, stood, and yanked his own shorts down. He possessed Caleb's mouth, sweeping his talented tongue in and through, owning him with his lips. Their erections pressed together, the hot, hard sex between them beautiful and urgent.
Whew.....is it HOT IN HERE???
STAY TUNED...this is an amazing story that will cause you to reach for the tissue box...for various reason.Don't forget the In Between Days Blog Hop!on Monday, the amazing and talented Desiree Holt has her say!here are all the linkies to the Decadent Writers!
GREAT WRITERS! GREAT BOOKS GREAT PRIZES!keep checking back!Liz
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