10/15/2011

New Release: Loving Jacob


Loving Jacob

coming from Breathless Press

November 4

Blurb



When Malcolm Jenner’s sex-on-the-side turns into more, he isn’t above begging for a second chance.





High profile attorney Malcolm Jenner is looking for a bit of fun, nothing serious. He's got duties and responsibilities, after all. He doesn't usually choose his lovers from the office, but his attraction to Jacob Renault is too compelling to resist.

However, Jacob isn't interested in temporary. He wants it all—Prince Charming, the castle, the happily ever after. There's no rule that says the younger man can't have fun while he's searching for his prince, though…

At first neither is willing to compromise on their stance, but an agreement is reached, with each man planning to do his best to subvert the other to his viewpoint. Lust turns to love, and what’s impossible becomes merely improbable, but is it going to be enough?

10/13/2011

Crawling into Bed With Nevil (Diane Hartsock)



*crawls into bed* So, Nevil, you're standing in for Dianne tonight.  That's pretty cool.  Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

They're silk, tonight. A sensual delight in themselves, I think.

I'm more a fan of cotton myself, but yeah.. the glide of the silk on skin is... interesting.  What are you wearing?

I usually sleep unencumbered, but since this is our first time, I'll keep the black bikini briefs on.

 *chuckles*  First time? You're sure you'll be invited back?  Just kidding.  Confidence is sexy, you know. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

I thought a variety of chocolate and cheese with Bollinger Champagne. Let's make an occasion of it!


*Quirks brow* Are we celebrating? You had me at chocolate. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Oh, let's not spoil the surprise, darling! But seriously, Shelton would have my balls if I let you play with anything in there.

*eyes drawer*  Now you know I'm super curious! Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

Shelton rolls in the blankets and I curl up against him. I'm sorry, I mentioned him again. What a bore. I'm sure you don't want to talk about my lover when we're getting so cozy with this book.


 Awww.  It's actually kind of sweet.  He's not going to get all possessive and want to kick my butt, is he? Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Any time you'd like! I have a thing for feet. And socks…

What are we reading?

Shelton's Promise http://diannehartsock.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/sheltonspromisesample.jpg

Shelton's Promise
Breathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/345

Excerpt:

Shelton felt an unaccustomed thrill of power that this gorgeous, virile man wanted him only. Shelton put a finger under Nevil's chin and raised his face for a tender kiss. Nevil sighed into Shelton's mouth, warm hands sliding up Shelton's back to urge him closer. Shelton gave in to Nevil willingly, molding his body against Nevil's enticing heat. Desire flared through Shelton when he felt Nevil's erection against his hip bone.
He imagined them naked, Nevil's glorious penis twined with his in an erotic, sensual dance and the friction of their balls making Shelton weak with pleasure.
"Let me love you," Shelton whispered, wild with the thought, but Nevil grabbed his wrists, not letting Shelton touch him.
"Not yet," Nevil murmured in Shelton's ear, trailing passionate kisses along his chin and licking the pulse in Shelton's neck.
"But Nevil…" Shelton pleaded, wanting that hot, silky shaft that was rubbing against his hip inside his mouth.
"No," Nevil said then laughed and deftly undid the button and zipper of Shelton's pants.
"Nevil!" Shelton looked quickly at the door. "If I can't—"
"Shut up." Nevil kissed him, then with a strength that always surprised Shelton, lifted him onto the dryer. He whisked Shelton's pants and boxers below his knees.
"I don't think—" Shelton protested half-heartedly then lost coherent thought as he felt Nevil's mouth engulf his penis. Shelton had no chance. Usually they drew out their lovemaking as long as possible, taking and giving pleasure with abandon and inventiveness. But this was too sudden. Shelton's head swam with alcohol and pleasure as Nevil sucked on him. Their intimacy was interrupted when someone banged on the door.
Nevil pushed Shelton's back on the dryer, continuing to suck him, kneading Shelton's balls, and then sliding a finger up inside him. God! Shelton came in a few short, frenzied thrusts, feeling the muscles of Nevil's throat constrict around him as Nevil swallowed his cum with a hum of wicked glee.
Bliss crept over Shelton as he stared at the flat ceiling over his head while Nevil continued to nibble on him.
"You're too good to me," Shelton murmured, noticing that the banging had stopped on the door. Good. It had been annoying. Nevil licked his way up Shelton's body to his lips, and he gave Nevil the slow, deep kisses that Nevil enjoyed so much.
Shelton moved his lips to Nevil's ear. "Come inside me," he urged, aching for the fulfillment of Nevil pushing inside him. Nevil groaned, enfolding him in his arms and helping him sit up on the dryer.
"Not yet," Nevil whispered, though Shelton could see the arousal straining against the fly of Nevil's pants. "Good God, Shelton, I love the way those men stare at you! I know they're curious, dying to know how you keep my interest."
Nevil's eyes gleamed as his gaze traveled Shelton's body to his softened penis, and Nevil slid his hands around to caress Shelton's bare ass. "I don't dare tell them how your lovemaking intoxicates me. How the feel and taste and smell of you drive me wild. It excites me every day, knowing we'll spend the night together."
Shelton stared into Nevil's eyes, seeing the love there that Nevil hardly ever spoke of. Shelton's throat tightened, and he put his arms around Nevil's neck. "I love you," he said and gave Nevil a tender kiss.



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10/12/2011

~Words Hurt, by Danielle Madrigal

Find this and other artwork expressing the impact of bullying at 




Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

10/11/2011

Crawling into Bed with Lisa Worrall


*crawls into bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Cotton definitely.  Not quite as classy or sexy as silk, but I like the feel of the coolness of the cotton against my skin.  Maybe I have a cotton fetish…

Silk is a little too slippery for my tastes, as well.  What are you wearing?

A smile.

 And a very pretty one it is, at that! What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Hmmm…it can’t be too crumbly, ‘cause then we’d have to get out of our cozy little pit to brush the crumbs off.  But it has to be decadent enough to be worthwhile…Belgian chocolates, which I will of course hand feed you…

Mmmm.  We can feed them to each other.  If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

OMG this is so sad, but I’m out and proud, I’m not ashamed *takes deep breath*.  Every official Supernatural magazine to date, bar the first one.  There I said it.  It’s out there.  Woooh, feels great to say it out loud.
I don’t think there’s anything else…oh apart from an eight inch, double eared rabbit…and spare batteries.

LOL.  I love the blaise way you say that.  Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

I can’t stand to get too hot, so I kind of sleep half in and half out of the covers.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Honey, you can put them anywhere you like ;)

What are we reading?

We are reading the Chasing the Dream Anthology which is due for release on the 17 September 2011.  It’s a collaboration between Patricia Logan, Sue Brown, GA Hauser, SammyJo Hunt and myself around our own interpretation of Chasing the Dream.  Here is a snippet of my contribution…

Dreaming of You.
1861
Sebastian looked out of the dirty window again. He pulled on the chain at his waist and opened his pocket watch. Thomas should have been here an hour ago. Panic began to unfurl in the pit of his stomach. Where was he? Ambrose, Thomas' manservant, had delivered a frantically scribbled note in the wee hours, instructing Sebastian to meet Thomas at ten. It was now past eleven and Sebastian was growing increasingly anxious. Thomas was never late. Every minute they spent together was too precious, and his love would never keep him waiting. Unless someone was preventing him from leaving? Sebastian closed his ears to the inner voice and its panic filled mutterings. "No," he snarled aloud. "He's coming."
By a quarter after twelve, Sebastian was frantic. He strode across the room and grabbed his gloves from the broken chair in the corner and shoved his fingers inside the leather just as he heard the sound of an approaching horse. Thank God! Dropping the gloves, he ran to the door and threw it open, lunging through it to catch Thomas as he all but fell from his steed.
"My love? Thomas?" Sebastian ignored Thomas' protests and picked him up in his arms, carrying him into the shack and kicking the door closed behind them. "What is it? Thomas, you're scaring me." He lowered the smaller man to the makeshift bed they had constructed before the fireplace and sank to his knees beside him. "Thom —?" His words stilled in his throat as he removed Thomas' hat and it fell to the floor from his suddenly numb fingers. A white hot anger, the like of which he had never experienced, rushed through his body like a stormy sea onto the rocks. Lifting his hand, he touched his fingers to the tufts of white-blond hair that clung to Thomas' shorn head, hair that had been hacked off by a violent hand. His touch was gentle, but his voice was ice cold. "Who did this?" He cupped Thomas' face in his hands and lifted so that he could look into his beautiful green eyes. "Who did this?"
"Father," Thomas mumbled, his fingers pulling at Sebastian's wrists as he tried to turn away from his searching gaze. "Please…don't look at me."
"Don't be foolish," Sebastian urged gently, holding the man's face in place and refusing to let him go. "What was his reasoning for this?"
Realizing that his struggles were futile, Thomas curled his fingers around Sebastian's and held on tight. "He found my journal. He knows about us." His green eyes filled with tears. "He had two of the servants hold me down and he cut off my hair. All the while he yelled obscenities at me. Called me filthy names. Said you wouldn't want me when he'd finished." His voice broke on the last and a sob fell from his lips. "My love, he's sending me away."
"What?" Sebastian hissed, thumbing at the tears spilling from beneath long pale lashes. "He can't do that. I won't allow it." He pulled Thomas into his arms and held him tightly against his chest. "He'd have to kill me first." Burying his face against Thomas' neck, he inhaled the scent of soft skin and pressed his lips to Thomas' fluttering pulse. "I'll never let him take you from me."




Cover Art: Word Play

Story Orgy 

( Em Woods, Hank Edwards, Havan Fellows, JR Boyd, and myself)
is releasing 

our second Anthology

Word Play

from Breathless Press

December 2

Just got cover art and had to share! 


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