Reader's Responses: Giving Up*

Giving Up
Truth or Dare #3
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Can Dr. Arden Grey teach Brandon Blake that giving up control is worth while, with the right woman?

 Readers from Goodreads, Amazon, and elsewhere had this to say:

"Loved this book! Loved the connection between Arden and Brandon - they complimented each other nicely and straightened each other out wonderfully"  Read More at Good Reads

"This is a lovely addition to the Truth or Dare series (even if it does have girly parts)" Read More at Good Reads


"I Love The Blake Brothers! This was a great addition to the series!" Read more at Amazon


Brandon Blake has a problem.  His family is fed up with his controlling ways. They don’t need him managing their affairs any more.  Brandon doesn’t want to lose his connection with his brothers, but he doesn’t know any other way to live.   He’s been in charge for a long time. Now his brothers are leaving home and making families of their own, and Brandon’s interference has caused some serious rifts. Brandon’s’ stressful job as CEO of the family production studio and his concerns for his brothers have contributed to the ulcer his doctor recently diagnosed. Therapy is supposed to help Brandon learn how to let go and give up the need to control every thing.  Brandon finds the counselor he’s been sent to intriguing, if a bit intimidating, though she has absolutely nothing in common with the women he’s dated in the past.

Dr. Arden Gray knows about control.  A survivor of marriage to a dominant, abusive partner, she’s spent the last twenty years turning her life around.  She’s learned to take control and has made a career of teaching others to do the same.  Brandon Blake is a surprise.  When his doctor sends Brandon to her, Arden isn’t sure how she can help the man.  But after a few sessions, she sees something intriguing hidden inside Brandon Blake, something that tells her he just might be the man she’s been looking for.  If only she can convince him that giving up control to the right woman will solve all his problems!


Crawl into Bed with GA Hauser

Crawling Into Bed With Mark Antonious Richfield & GA Hauser's Down and Dirty.

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton. Steven's cum stains everything!

What are you wearing?
Nothing. Oh, If you can call it 'wearing', Steven is attached to my cock with his mouth.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Steve is snacking on my nuts. He's made me read the same line three bloody times!

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
All our toys. Let me see, Steven's handcuffs from his LAPD days, my dildos, lube...oh dear, don't look. It's overloaded with naughty bits.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I roll it up, but Steven is an inferno and kicks it off. 

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Oh, bloody hell no! I put my feet on Steven.
What are we reading? (attach cover art, buy links & excerpt) 
Down and Dirty by the naughty GA. She's really gone over the top in this one. Lord knows what she'll come up with next.

Blurb for Down and Dirty:

UCLA art history professor Jean DuLac enjoyed his life. He was happy with his career and traveling the world searching for masterpieces to photograph first hand for his students.
When Jean decides to use one of his own art designs for a tattoo, he meets tattoo shop owner, Harry Callahan. Jean finds out the shop is called, Down and Dirty Harry’s Tattoos for a reason.
Harry Callahan loves his work. His reputation for being the best tattoo artist in LA is well earned. Harry and his older brother ‘Clyde’ have a lot in common. Clyde is an erotic dancer by night, firefighter by day, but he and Clyde share the same taste in men…as well as the men themselves.
The night Jean decides to get his skin inked, he meets Harry and can’t help but be smitten with a man as big, brawny, and handsome as ‘Dirty’ Harry. Jean has no idea the dark delights he is in for Friday night after class.
What Jean discovers is how intense being the object of two men’s desires can be and how pleasure with the Callahan brothers, means getting Down and Dirty.

Sample chapter for Down and Dirty:

Clyde and Sam are going to be at the competition later,” a big man with tattoos running up his neck said to another man with large tribal plug earrings, as he sat on the couch with him.
“I’ll go with you. I can’t pass up the opportunity to see cock.”
Jean glanced up, meeting one of the man’s stare. A wry smile curled Jean’s lip. If they were trying to shock him, they’d have to do better than that.
Jean raised his head from his form and his jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a man he had only spoken to on the phone. “That’s me.” Holy shit, you’re incredible.
“I’m Harry.” The handsome man approached, reaching out his hand.
Jean rose off the stool and received the shake. “Nice to meet you.” Very nice! Jean thought he had a mental picture in his head of Harry when he talked to him on the phone. Yes, he imagined he’d be big and masculine, but not this gorgeous. “Wow. I love LA.”
Harry’s blue eyes sparkled when he smiled. “That’s why we live here.” Harry glanced at the other men in the room. “What the hell are you looking at?”
Jean spotted them hastily turn back to the television set which was airing a show on building custom bikes.
“Do you need more time on that?” Harry pointed to the form.
“I think I finished most of it.” He handed it to Harry.
“DuLac? French?”
“French Canadian. Quebec.” Jean began inspecting the art on Harry. He wasn’t overly done like some men whose top half was pure color. Harry had one tattoo on each shoulder, exposed from his sleeveless t-shirt. Tasteful. Jean imagined chewing on them.
“You don’t sound French Canadian.”
“Sorry. Do you want me to speak French?”
“I might swoon.”
Mais oui!”
“You’re giving me a hard-on. So? Where’s the tat going to be?”
Jean pointed to his crotch.
“Sweet. I was hoping for some skin. Come on, pretty boy.”
Harry led him to a private booth with a teal colored curtain. As Jean followed him, he spotted through the gaps in the curtains, several men getting tattoos in each booth…in ‘private’ places.
The buzz of machines competed with the deep voices and laughter, which competed with the loud television set.
Harry gestured to a mechanical chair and sat on a rolling stool beside it. “What have you got in mind?”
Jean took off his jacket and hung it on a hook on a wall hook. He removed his wallet and a piece of paper from it. “This.”
Harry took it from him. “Very nice. Who did it?”
“Me.” Jean sat down on the side of the chair so he could face Harry as they spoke.
“Are you an artist?”
Harry connected to Jean’s gaze, as if he were digesting the information.
“I wanted it to look tribal, but not cliché.” Jean pointed to the art.
“Where exactly do you want it?”
“Here.” Jean pointed to his pelvis.
Harry smiled. “That’s going to look hot as hell.”
Jean began to get excited. Harry was too sexy for either of their goods. “Now I’m afraid to pull my pants down.”
“Be afraid.” Harry laughed.
“It’s like being with a movie star doctor who’s about to give me an anal exam.”
Harry broke up with laughter. “I’d be happy to give you anything anal.”
Jean’s cock throbbed, wanting whatever Harry had in mind.
“I have to make this into a stencil.”
“I’ve got time.”
“You want a cup of coffee or anything?”
“I’d love a cup of coffee. Is yours better than the fast food joints?”
“No one’s complained.” Harry stood. “Stay there. How do you like it?”
“Hard and fast.” Did I say that? Jean felt his cheeks blush.
Harry stopped short.
“Black.” Jean knew he was being inappropriate.
“Be right back.”
Once Harry left, the curtain swinging behind him, Jean rubbed his face and sighed. He reclined on the seat and looked at the photos of tattoos on the wall. There were several pictures of Harry with celebrities, sporting fresh ink.
I don’t even know if he’s gay. I think he is. He certainly is comfortable talking about anal. Yes, he’s gay. He’s got to be.
Jean looked at a photograph of Harry shaking a pop star’s hand. His biceps and deltoid muscles looking edible. The man wasn’t even flexing. He was so buff Jean was in heat. He rubbed his cock through his pants.
“Here’s your coffee.”
Jean spun around to another man, holding out a cup. He sat sideways again, taking it. “Thanks. Hey…”
The man paused.
“Did Harry mention anything to you about me?”
Jean felt horrible. “What did he say?”
“He said you wanted black coffee.” The man waited. “That it?”
“Yes. Thanks.” Jean watched the man leave. Jesus. Is this where all the gorgeous biker gods are hiding? Why don’t all of you tie me up and fuck me? He blew on the coffee and took a sip. It was excellent. Smooth, not bitter, and nutty, like an espresso roast.
A moment later, Harry returned, holding up both his drawing and a second identical one. “How’s this?”
Jean set his cup aside on a table and held the two to inspect. “It’s perfect.”
“Thanks.” Harry took his stencil and placed it on his work area. “Show me where on your crotch you want it.” Harry closed the curtains.
As Jean unfastened his belt he said, “Look, about my stupid comment.”
“Which comment?” Harry sat on the stool and scooted closer.
“Earlier.” Jean tugged his zipper down. Harry appeared confused. “Never mind.” Trying to keep from being completely unprofessional, Jean lowered his pants to his thighs. “Here.” He pointed to an area under his briefs.
“You want a tattoo on your underwear.” Harry kept a straight face.
Jean inhaled a deep breath and tugged the side of his briefs down with his pants, hiding his erection with the other half which was still high on his hip.
“Yes?” Jean felt the gooseflesh rise on his arms.
“I’ve seen cocks before.”
“I don’t know why I’m so excited.” Jean laughed nervously.
“Don’t worry.”
Jean tugged his slacks down his thighs, using his left hand to cover his throbbing dick. “Here.”
“I have to shave you, good lookin’.”
Trying to stop from panting, Jean lay back on the chair as Harry reclined it slightly. Holding his own cock was making him want to jerk off. And looking at Harry, he was about to.
Harry put on gloves with an erotic ‘snap!’ and opened a drawer. A box of new razors and anti-bump shaving gel were placed on his work area.
Jean couldn’t stop huffing for breath he was so hot. As Harry squeezed the tube of shaving gel onto his fingers, Jean tugged his shirt up his body.
“Keep going. I’m enjoying the view.” Harry winked.
“I…I can take it off.”
“You can. I’m not stopping you.”
“Do…do you want me to?”
“Up to you.”
Jean rolled the material under his fingers, exposing a nipple, which was as hard as his dick.
The first touch of Harry’s slick fingers on his body made Jean groan. He bit his lip to shut up. Harry massaged the gel around the area between Jean’s right hip and the base of his dick. Jean’s cock throbbed under his hand, making it move up and down.
“If you turn me on just by shaving me, what the hell are you like in bed?” Jean tried to make a joke.
“I’d be master of all your domain.” Harry kept smoothing the gel in circles on Jean’s body.
“Yeah? Really? Master?” Jean’s cock throbbed and he felt his sticky pre-cum emerge. “Are you why they call this shop, Down and Dirty Harry?”
Harry’s blue eyes narrowed on his.
Jean thought he was about to shoot his load at the delightful leer.
“What do you think?” Harry said, bringing his attention back on the task.


Refreshing Summer Drinks: Mango Margarita

I've said it before, and I'll say it again-- 

There's not a lot of ill in the world that a mango margarita won't cure.  

On the personal level that is... 

Try this recipe:

Mango Margarita

1 1/4 ounces silver tequila
1-ounce triple sec
1 1/2 ounces freshly squeezed lemon juice
2 ounces simple syrup or sweet-and-sour mix
3/4 cup partially frozen mango, unsweetened (prefer individual quick frozen or fresh)

Place all of the ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth. Pour the mixture into a hurricane-style glass


Crawl into Bed With Sara York

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? Has to be cotton. It's just way too hot where we are for silk. I also don't think I could get used to silk since I've slept on cotton my entire life. 

 What are you wearing? Maybe that should stay a secret...But no, I'm wearing a t-shirt and that's all.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? No snacks in bed, sorry I'm a no crumbs in bed kind of girl.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? Bras, panties, scarfs and books. You'll also find earplugs too and a few batteries.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? I kick all the sheets off unless it's super cold. I love sleeping in the cold.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Oh yes. I don't mind keeping my bed partner warm. And we can do other things to make the cold night hot. I love to snuggle close and keep my lover warm.

 What are we reading?  Working It Out

Website - http://sarayork.com
Blog - http://sarayork.blogspot.com

A massage, seriously, why had he suggested that? Already his dick was anticipating his hands touching Jake’s body. It’s just a massage. I’ve done this thousands of times.  

“Take off what you feel comfortable with.” Lance couldn’t look at Jake as he placed clean sheets on the table and threw an extra blanket over the end. “I’ll be back in a few. Head down first then we’ll do some front work if needed.” 

Lance stepped into the hall and squatted, breathing deeply as he tried to concentrate on the basic anatomical process of massage. This was nothing. He’d worked as a therapist for years, never once having sex with any of the guys he’d worked on. 

But none of them made your body heat and your dick hard like this guy. 

Shit, he was screwed. He blocked all emotion from his thoughts. He couldn’t think about how great he’d feel to be touched by another man. Wouldn’t think about the way his heart clenched in his chest when he looked in Jake’s eyes. No feelings, this is work. 

Lance stood and knocked on the door. “You ready?” 

“I’m good.” Jake’s muffled voice sounded through the door. 

Lance opened the door, ignoring the massage bed and the man on it. His hands shook 
as he pulled a bottle of massage lotion from under the sink. He warmed the lotion, taking 
longer than needed. Finally he focused his attention on Jake, and had to stop himself from 
groaning. Lance would bet that Jake hadn’t kept a stitch of clothing on with the way the sheet was hanging over his ass. 

Lance cleared his throat. “I’m going to start on your back then work around. You don’t have anywhere to be later?”

“No, I’m all yours.” 

If only that were true. Lance’s heart stalled. He slid his hands up Jake’s back. Muscles bunched and puckered under his firm pressure. There were knots upon knots. “You get massaged often?” 

“No.” Jake’s answer was terse, almost angry. 

“You should.” 

“I used to, but haven’t in a few months.” 

Lance spread more lotion over Jake’s shoulders, pushing with firm pressure. He imagined what it would be like to touch those muscles while being inside Jake. Shit, stop thinking that way. 

Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955