Come along darling…crawl into bed with Liz! Just shove Laya the standard Poodle/muse out
of the way.
*crawls across the bed* Wow... Are these sheets cotton or silk? 1500
Thread Count Egyptian Cotton, a lovely sage green color with about 500
So what are you wearing this evening?
boxers and a cotton cami but will get up in the night and slam the window shut
‘cause I’m cold.
*shivers* It is a bit chilly here. What do you have to snack on?
Snack? In bed?
Ick. But before I came upstairs
for our little chat, I drank a Dogfish Head 90 Minute IPA and ate some nutella
on toast (makes note: Go To Gym
4. Uhhuh. No food in bed. Got it. So, *looks around curiously* What's in this drawer here?
oil, feather tickler, and toys of all shapes and sizes. Wanna see?
I’ve got a new one that needs breaking in…
5.*blushes* I'll think about that option. So- sleep styles. Do you wrap up like a burrito or kick the covers off during the night?
wrap up in blankets and prefer to be spooned from behind, thanks.
6.Cool. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
no. I’m gonna be colder than you
Tap Room, my “choose your romance” novel from our beloved Breathless Press!
Erin Brady is having a Seriously Interesting Year.
Her Alpha banker husband, Bradley, has left, claiming she
pays more attention to her microbrewery than to him and their two
sons. One business partner, Trent, is attempting to re-kindle an old
flame between them. Their amazing success has demanded they hire a new
brewer, Jeff, who takes one look at his new boss and is determined to be
something more than an employee.
The daily stresses of running a small business, plus the
ongoing turmoil in her personal life are more than she can take.
Escaping to Denver for an industry event, she meets Landon, a brewery
rock star turned consultant who has been watching her company--and her--for a
When family trauma requires an early return to Michigan,
Erin is faced with even harder realities plus a thoroughly contrite Bradley,
wishing for a reunion. Then, the ultimate sign of success: a buy
out offer is tendered from a much larger brewery, just as the owners of Winter
Street Brewing are about to be honored by Inc. Magazine as Top Entrepreneurs.
Finally, Erin turns to her other partner, Owen, who has
watched the woman he loves suffer long enough and is determined to step in and
be the one.
Crawling Into Bed
Montague And a
*crawls into bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Actually, I prefer
flannel. They’re nice and warm and cozy.
*Grins* I"m a big fan of flannel myself. What
are you wearing?
Tonight, in honor
of your presence, pajamas. Blue ones. Very nice ones, I might add. I’m also
wearing a fiancé on the other side of me, as you might have noticed.
And a very nice looking fiance at that. That's okay. I'd have brought my SO, but that would have made for a crowd here. What
are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
I was tempted to
make something very gooey and chocolate, but I thought about the sheets, and
compromised on a sort of Mardi Gras mix—toasted oat cereal, M & M’s,
raisins, macadamia nuts, and tiny pretzel sticks. My own concoction.
Dude, no way you're convincing me these sheets haven't seen mess... Though you're probably right. The gooey chocolate might be better saved for when you and the fiance have the bed to yourselves! If I
nightstand drawer, what will I find?
You’ll find a
half-full tube of lube. Actually, assorted tubes in flavors. Richard’s reading
glasses (don’t tell him I mentioned
them) And some toys. But I won’t elaborate on those, you can use your
Yes, yes... I can. *glances contemplatively at drawer* Do
you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the
I hate to be cold,
so I roll up in the blankets with Richard like a burrito. Usually sometime
during the night, we’ll come apart, though, as we roll around. Then get back
together, off and on, all night.
put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
You can. My
werewolf nature means that I’m warm to the touch, so help yourself. (With
Richard’s permission, naturally)
Now, where were we? Oh yes,
Richard and I have our lips locked together like a couple of love-starved
fools, and we're crying and laughing at the same time, and I've just agreed to
Yes, I did say marry, and I
know there are those who will look upon us askance. Gay marriage is far from an
accepted lifestyle in this country, even in this supposedly enlightened day and
age. In fact it is not only frowned upon, but largely banned. And mostly by
people who are afraid of us. Why? Good question. I won't even get into
religious ethics, or a discussion of the Bible, nor Christian precepts. Let me
just say that disliking or hating someone on the basis of their sexual
orientation is just as wrong as hating them for the color of their skin, or for
their religious beliefs. And forbidding people to legally wed for the same
reason is simply wrong. Where do you draw the line? Mixed race couples, mixed
religion couples? What happened to loving one another, regardless of who they
are? We are not sinners, we are simply human….
Anyway, we are here and warm…
and touching, and loving, and all of the bad air has been expelled, and all
that is left is the love in our hearts, the love we bear for one another, which
envelops us and cradles us gently. Now we truly begin….
Principessa, our darling King
Charles spaniel and our only child, is running circles around us now, excited
by our excitement. Her daddies are together again, and very obviously happy. We
break the kiss to bestow caresses on our baby. She clambers in between us and
we manage to cuddle around her.
"Max, I'm so sorry…"
"Shhh." I lay a
finger against his lips. "No apologies, no regrets. Just us and the
future. Our future. Together."
He nods solemnly. "I'll
never leave you again, Max," he swears, "I'll never disappear without
a word, I promise. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me."
"And I am yours," I
echo, "'til death do us part."
Our lips come together with
soft sighs, and sensual shivers that run between us like electrical charges. We
haven't touched at all since the ill-fated night of the last full moon, and the
undischarged desire we bear for one another is enough to jump-start a dead car
"I've missed you so
much," he murmurs into my lips, "I need you, Max, I always will…."
"And I need you Richard,"
I reply softly. "Nights without you are far too long… and lonely…."
He moves closer now, his tongue
seeking and receiving permission to enter my mouth, his fingers winding through
my hair. We are content to let our lips do all the talking. No need to rush, we
have all the time in the world—now that we are together again, never to be
parted. Our eyes locked in mutual admiration. Our hearts bound in mutual bliss.
Our puppy becomes bored with us, and our apparent inactivity, and settles down
for a nap, watching us with those big, brown spaniel eyes. We stretch out
together in the grass, oblivious to what we might be doing to our three-piece
suits. Stains are made to be removed, are they not?
He rolls me over to take the
dominant position above me—I love when he does that, for just between us he
does dominate and I do tend to submit—it's simply the natural order of our
lives. He catches my wrists in his strong grasp, pulling them over my head,
holding them against the soft grass, showing me who’s in control—not that I
don't know that already.
"Tell me what Max
wants." He rubs against me suggestively; the material separating us only
serves to enhance the friction between our hardening cocks in a delightfully
"Max wants Richard,"
I respond promptly, predictably. "Max wants Richard to come back home,
where he belongs… in Max's bed… their bed…."
"Our bed," Richard
echoes, licking my chin softly, squirming against me.
want him so badly.
"And by the way, who's
been sleeping in Richard's bed while he's been gone?"
"Not the wolf," I
chuckle softly, "that would be Rachel. She's been staying with me. I let
her have the bed and I'm in the library, on the couch. All alone…."
"Not tonight, sweet
thing." He moves his tongue along my jaw line, sending chills all through
me. "I hope Rachel doesn't mind, but she is officially dispossessed."
"She won't mind, now she
can go back to Mark. I'm sure he'll be happy, too."
"I'm sure," he
replies. "Max, you wanna take a shower?"
My cock twitches at his
suggestion. "I think we can do that." I attempt to maintain an air of
casualness, but I fail—miserably. I’m far too excited to be suave and detached.
He brushes his fingertips
lightly over my cheeks. "Max could use a shave too," he observes.
"I can do that for him, if he likes?"
If he likes? I purr warmly at
his touch. Max the recluse hasn't been as diligent as he should have been in
keeping the five o'clock shadow at bay. Not that it's much of a shadow, my hair
is too light for that, but being a wolf does have its disadvantages. One of
them is a tendency toward hirsuteness. But this works out, 'cause I love the
way Richard handles a straight razor—deftly, surely, and very, very sensually.
I’m about to tell him so, but Swan Lake
begins. Damn, someone has horrible timing.
I try to ignore it, but some
people don't take a hint.
"Max, go ahead and get it,
they'll just call back," my lover points out, releasing my hands. With a
sigh, I squirm, raising my hips so that I can pull the phone from my pocket.
"Max?" It's Juliet. Interruptus maternus. "You were
supposed to call me…."
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? Silk. Moss-Green silk
What are you wearing? Nothing
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? Chocolate
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? Don't open that drawer!!
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Kick them off
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Only if we're going to do something more than just play footsies.
What are we reading? "Turning Up the Heat".
WARNING: ADULT EXCERPT
“You’re smart. Chock full of good ideas,” said Sylvester, tugging on
her arm and pulling her over to his chair.
He grabbed her hips and settled her on his lap facing him, then slid a
hand down inside her shorts to hold her ass. He pressed his cock up
into her soft core, so she could feel the jewelry on his Prince Albert
piercing through their thin clothing.
Teasing him in return, she wiggled her damp cunt over his cock,
expecting he would feel her heat and wetness. A gasp of breath from
him indicated he did indeed.
Then Noah was standing beside them both, his cock in his hand. “Suck
me while you fuck her,” he ordered.
“Out here? What if someone sees us?” asked Tilly.
“Who could see anything? We’re in deep shade here and no one’s house
overlooks this part of the yard anyway,” replied Noah, shuffling up
close to them both so his cock was level with Sylvester’s mouth.
“Let’s get your clothes off,” said Sylvester, tugging at her shorts.
Tilly didn’t have a lot of clothes left anymore and didn’t want them
ripped. She climbed off his lap and stripped, then watched as he
pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it over his cock.
She never tired of looking at their cocks. Sylvester’s brown and
broad, Noah’s lighter in color and so very long. Both of them
“Climb aboard, baby,” urged Sylvester.
Tilly straddled him and lowered herself over his cock. Sylvester kept
his hand on it as she sank over him, absorbing his length inside her.
She loved the way he stretched and filled her.
As their bodies joined, he stroked his fingers over her clit. She
shivered in delight and felt dampness seep from her pussy, wetting his
hand. He lifted his fingers to his lips, his gaze fixed on hers as he
licked each finger.
“Delicious,” he said.
Then he gripped her hips firmly and used his thigh muscles to ram up
hard inside her. With that one stroke he filled and stretched her
completely, touching every inch of her delicate walls and setting
every nerve ending on fire.
Noah held his cock at Sylvester’s lips and Sylvester sucked him
inside. Tilly’s eyes nearly crossed as she watched inch after inch
disappearing down Sylvester’s throat. When she saw him swallow Noah,
her groan was even louder than Noah’s.
“Whoa, that’s hot,” she whispered, licking her lips and shaking her
head to clear the fog of lust from her brain.
“Damn straight. But watching him fuck you is pretty hot too,” replied
Noah in a breathy tone.
Sylvester let Noah slide out of his mouth and sucked the head of his
lover’s cock like a lollipop as he drove up and into Tilly over and
over again. Then he pressed hard on Tilly’s clit as he tilted his head
back and sucked Noah deep again. Once more she and Noah groaned
together, and Tilly swiveled her hips around, loving the feeling of
Sylvester’s jewelry dancing on her inner walls.
Blurb “Turning Up the Heat”.
Tilly lost her job thanks to the Global Financial Crisis. Running out
of money, she agrees to move in with Noah and Sylvester as a kind of
housekeeper, for free board and lodging. Also free sex. It’s a mighty
hot summer, but what happens in their air-conditioned bedroom is way
hotter than the temperatures outside. Together the three explore the
boundaries of ménage sex.
But Tilly still has no job, no money, and worries what will happen to
her once the men get tired of playing house.
Oh, I know. I have coffee too, but it's five o'clock somewhere and I have two announcements, actually, regarding the Truth or Dare series:
First- for those who've been impatiently waiting- Dan Blake's story- Taking the Dare is scheduled for Release from Breathless Press on February 3, 2012. I was a little surprised by how quickly its coming, but in a good way! And yes, beloved ones- It is m/m. (This date might be altered a bit, but I'll keep you posted. AS long as we meet the editing schedules, etc. It should be good! )
Also, Truth or Dare, books one through three, Keeping House, Telling the Truth and Giving Up will be released Nov. 18 in a single print volume! How exciting is that?
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