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Guest Today: DH Starr

I'd like to welcome DH Starr to the blog today.  He's the author of Meant for Each Other, which is one of my favorite books.

 I'm buried under edits and stuff with this new release, then there's the whole Story Orgy thing going on, so DH has a new release he's going to share with you today.  He says he'd love to give some lucky reader a copy, so be sure to leave us a comment and I'll stick you in the random draw.  Oh- and make sure I have some way of reaching you, huh?

Dear Readers:

It's with great pleasure that I announce my newest release, Premonition, through MLR Press. This is my first foray into the paranormal, so I kept the extend of the paranormal to a minimum. Martin has the ability to have premonitions, but other than random vision, he's just as normal (or not normal) as you and me. That being said, this is more of a contemporary than a paranormal. I just LOVE fantasy and imagining what life would be like if we had abilities we currently don't have.

What was fun about writing this book is how it breaks away from my typical style of writing books which are driven by the emotional journeys of the characters. I'm accustomed to allowing the character's relationships and the angst they find in their lives to bring you and me on a journey of discovery. 
In this book, it's the action that drives the plot. But rest assured, Martin and Justin experience a great deal of angst and relationship turmoil. What would a good romance be without that?

So, I hope you enjoy this blurb and that it entices you to give the book a shot. I'd love to know what you think once you read it.

Oh, and while I'm here, can I just say Thank you to Lee for allowing me to guest post and for writing the wonderful stories he does. I can't wait fro Dan's story, the next installment in the Truth or Dare series to come out. I've loved the first three so much.

If you want to purchase Premonition the buy links are:
MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=DHSPREMO
Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Premonition-ebook/dp/B0060MG9U2/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1320122418&sr=1-5
All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-premonition-625348-140.html
Thanks and happy reading.

DH Starr


Every detail counts when it's a race against time.

Martin Proctor has been on the Boston Police Force for ten years.  His record is impeccable and he's helped his precinct and captain  maintain one of the best crime records in the city. But no one knows  Martin has premonitions which help him solve cases others find impossible.
Justin Franklin is also on the Boston force. Justin may not have  supernatural abilities, but as an openly gay man, he possesses a courage  that draws Martin in.
When Martin has a premonition about the death of Justin's brother and  fails to save him, their lives become intertwined. As they work together  to discover the truth behind Larry's murder, Martin foresees Justin's  death.
The closer they come to cracking their case, the less time Martin has  to piece together his fragmented visions and save Justin before it's too late.

Excerpt (blow job XXX-rated):
“I thought I knew my brother. I thought I’d fit him nicely into this little box. Our distance seemed more bearable when I thought of him as a bad guy.” A lump formed in Justin’s throat, swelling painfully. It took time for him to swallow it back down. “Now…”
“Now I don’t know. I think I may have been wrong about him. Maybe he was one of the good guys. Sure, he represented a lot of criminals, but maybe he didn’t take the cases for the reasons I allowed myself to believe. If he wanted to expose the people who abused their positions, I guess I didn’t know my brother at all.”
Martin’s hands felt good on Justin’s back. “It must be hard having to let go of anger.”
Justin leaned his head against Martin’s shoulder. “I wish I could just have one more moment with Larry. He may have turned his back on me for being gay, but I turned my back on him as well, made assumptions about him. I wish I could tell him I was wrong about him, even if it didn’t change our relationship.”
Martin’s arms tightened around him. Justin sank against that warm chest, hot tears coating the front of Martin’s chest.
Slowly, Justin pulled away from Martin and glanced up, wiping his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break down. You must think I’m out of my mind.”
“I don’t think that at all. I’m glad you came to me and trusted I would be here for you.” A few moments of silence passed. “This is going to sound totally random, but you have the most beautiful eyes. Each time I stare at them I spot something new that mesmerizes me. Like now, after crying, the green and gold flecks are even more prominent.”
Justin chuckled. “I should be annoyed at you finding something sexy about my crying, but I’m not.” He leaned in for a gentle kiss, cupping one hand behind Martin’s neck while the other slid along Martin’s waist. Martin was a warm weight against him, his strong arms molding them together.
“I can’t believe how my body reacts when I’m around you.” Martin’s voice whispered in Justin’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. “I want to be so gentle with you but I also want to throw you down and take you.”
Justin’s cock lurched. “I know exactly what you mean.” He trailed his tongue along Martin’s jaw line, savoring the faintest rasp of new stubble. When he lowered his mouth to Martin’s neck, he closed his lips around a rope of muscle, nibbling and sucking at the sweet skin. Martin groaned and arched his head, baring his throat further to Justin’s ministrations. Justin scraped the tender skin with his teeth, savoring the way Martin shivered at the small bit of pressure.
When he pulled away, the need to breathe interrupting the far more pleasurable act of tasting the man holding him, a quarter-sized bruise was visible on Martin’s neck. “Oh my God. I gave you a hickey.”
“What? Shit. How am I gonna explain this to the guys?”
Justin laughed. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
Martin laughed as well, but then remembered what had brought Justin to his home in the first place.“Listen. If we’re going to investigate your brother’s death, we have to work together and we have to be smart. If anyone gets wind of what we’re doing, it could bring a shit storm down on us.”
A stray tear trickled down Justin’s cheek as he stared at Martin.
“What did I do now?” The shock and exasperation on Martin’s face forced a half-hearted chuckle out of him.
“You’re just being…incredible. Despite the fact I lied and went to my brother’s, despite the fact I just cried in your arms like a baby, you still want to help me. I don’t deserve your help, but the fact you want to means the world to me.”
Martin pulled Justin towards an open door, his bedroom visible and inviting. “Want you to stay the night.”
“Don’t want to leave.” Justin pressed Martin against the bedroom door with his body and lowered his mouth to Martin’s nipple, taking the nub in his mouth, nibbling gently. He ran his tongue in circles around the sensitive flesh. Tingling pleasure, like needles lightly scraping over skin with just the right amount of pressure, shot from Justin’s mouth where his tongue danced over the hardened nipple, straight to his cock. A low moan echoed like music in Justin’s ears as Martin slid his hand along the back of his head, holding him in place.
Finally, he released Justin, guided them both to the bed, and lay down. When he spoke it was only to issue a single demand. “Straddle my lap.” Martin scooted up the bed and leaned against the headboard, then held out his arms so Justin could maneuver himself into a sitting position on top of him. He began removing Justin’s shirt, undoing one button at a time. As soon as the swell of Justin’s pectoral muscle was exposed, Martin leaned in and kissed it with an open mouth, using his tongue to massage the flesh.
Once he had removed Justin’s shirt, he laid Justin flat on the bed while continuing to undress him, exploring each part of his body. He kissed the ridges of his abdomen, the curve of his hip. Urging Justin to raise his pelvis, Martin slid his pants down, kissing along the lengthy stretch of quadriceps and calf.
Justin squirmed in sumptuous pleasure. “Why’d you ignore my…uh, feels so good…my co…oh my God, your tongue.”Martin’s touches were feather light, but purposeful. Justin had never felt so safe in all of his life, and never so terrified. Martin was quickly stealing Justin’s heart and his mind and seemed to be doing so effortlessly.
As Martin kissed his way up one leg, massaging each muscle as he moved, Justin was helpless to do anything but succumb to the blissful pleasure. When he finally arrived at Justin’s groin, he stopped, nuzzling between Justin’s balls and thigh, teasing him, tentatively flicking his tongue at the sensitive skin. A pungent tang, sweet and salty, filled Martin’s mouth as his nose was assaulted by Justin’s distinctly musky smell.
Justin’s legs started to tremble. He glanced down and was met by Martin’s lust-filled gaze. His request came out as a whispering plea. “Please, take me in your mouth.”
Martin’s attention shifted to Justin’s balls, taking one into his mouth and running his tongue around it. Justin’s head thrashed back and forth against his pillow. “My God. So good.”
Martin wrapped his long fingers around Justin’s thick shaft and rubbed his thumb over the head. Once again, Justin gasped and more precum traveled the length of his shaft and erupted from the tip.
Sliding up Justin’s body until he was peering into his eyes, Martin captured him in a heated kiss. Pulling away, his lips were slick and swollen. “Mmm. You taste sour and your scent…my cock is harder than a rock.”
“Then get back down there and finish the job you started.” Martin had him writhing inside his skin and he burned to feel more.
He hesitated for only a moment, a devilish smile crossing his lips. “I’ll do my best, but you’re…big.”
Placing his hands on Martin’s head, Justin pushed him back down. “You’re doing just fine, now suck my dick!”
Martin’s laugh teased along the sensitized muscle, just before his mouth closed over the head of Justin’s cock. A cold, wet sensation brushed against the inside of his leg at the same time that the heat from Martin’s mouth engulfed him. When Justin glanced down, he saw Martin’s cock, pressed against his calf, shimmering with pearly stings of precum. The sight of Martin stroking his own shaft while his head bobbed up and down, trying to take as much of him into his mouth as possible, made Justin’s pulse ring in his ears.
With each movement of his head, Martin took more and more of Justin into his mouth. He couldn’t take all of Justin in, but he was doing a damn fine job of trying. Justin gasped. The sensation was turning his muscles to putty.
“Uh, God. Getting close.”Justin’s cock lurched and Martin responded by clamping down even harder, his suction increasing with each dip of his head. He gripped Justin’s shaft, stroking in perfect time with his sucking, the combination of slickness and friction driving Justin closer and closer to the edge.
A few more strokes and Justin rewarded Martin’s efforts with a loud moan. His balls pulled up, a tight ball of energy exploding deep inside him, shooting sensation outward. Pulling out of Martin’s mouth, Justin gripped his cock and stoked it a few last times, a blissful rush of hot cum travelling the length and onto Martin’s face. Martin closed his eyes as thick streams coated his lips, cheeks, and nose, the room filling with the pungent scent of sex.
Once Justin’s spasms subsided, he lifted his head to watch Martin push himself into a kneeling position and walk his body forward so he straddled Justin’s abdomen as a hot, welcome weight. Justin gasped as he stared at Martin’s cum-streaked face and finished himself off, rapidly stroking his engorged cock. When Martin came, it was with a loud gasp, his seed spattering warmth onto Justin’s chest.
Justin reached down, scooped a string of Martin’s semen from his chest, and placed his fingers in his mouth. Martin’s sweet, musky taste burst across his tongue. Martin shuddered above him, his body wringing out a few more thick drops of cum. All for him. He then collapsed on top of Justin, the weight of his body encasing him in warmth and safety. Martin hugged him close, and Justin wrapped his arms around him, shifting them so they rolled onto their sides.
Justin nuzzled closer to Martin, resting his head in the hollow between his shoulder and pectoral muscle. “That was incredible.”
Martin rested his hand against Justin’s chest, the other man’s warm flesh capturing his heartbeat. For a moment, Justin felt utterly safe. Content. He wrapped his arms around Martin, squeezing and drawing a gentle hmmmmfrom the man next to him. Closing his eyes, relaxation began to return to his body and his mind.
As minutes ticked by, Martin’s breathing became steady, even, until a gentle purr of a snore vibrated against Justin’s cheek through Martin’s chest. Smiling, Justin moved to the side, resting his head on the pillow and staring at Martin. A silver beam of light ran across his face, giving Martin an ethereal appearance, making him seem almost angelic

It was that image that reminded Justin of what he had done. He had failed Martin the first time he was put to the test. He had broken his promise and gone off alone. As he continued to watch Martin sleep, marveling at the gentle rise and fall of his strong chest, Justin promised himself he would never break his word to Martin again. Not when the man had been so open and honest with him.


Story Orgy Anthology from Breathless Press- Cover Art!

The new Story Orgy anthology releases from Breathless Press on December 2.

The anthology contains shorts form all your favorite Story orgy Authors, Em Woods, Havan Fellows, JR Boyd, Hank Edwards, and myself.

My contribution is The Park at Sunrise.  This is perhaps one of my favorite of all the stories I've written.

Here's the new cover!

Yes! Party

Hey, I nearly forgot- I have a Q & A 

at the Year End Party

You'll have to register to play- but wow its looking like fun! 

My dates are 

 Nov 4

Nov 12

Nov 22

Flash Fiction Friday: The Boys in the Band

Flash Fiction Friday 

The Boys in the Band

They think they know me, think I'm defined by my voice, my hair, the make up and the songs I write.
I’m not.  If it would get me one real look, one honest smile, from him, I'd cut it all off and wash my face.  I'd wear a shirt and tie, I'd spit shine my damn boots.
But he doesn't give a fuck.
Actually, that's all he does give.
I want more.
Until my check writing accountant opens his heart, I'm just a rock and roll whore, paying bills with my voice not my body.

Like it? Check out these other flashers for more fun!

Lisa Worrall: http://lworrall.blogspot.com/
Patricia Logan: http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com/
Erika Pierce http://www.badassbookreviews.com/
Lindsey Gray http://lindsey-gray.blogspot.com/
Heaven Liegh Eldeen: http://heavenliegheldeen.blogspot.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Sara York : http://sarayork.blogspot.com/
Cyril j. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
davee jones : http://finless.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill : http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/
Muffy Wilson http://MuffyWilson.blogspot.com/
Sherri Hayes http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Luna Ella Aldora: http://ellaquinnspirit.blogspot.com/
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/


Crawl in Bed With Kellie Kamryn

Crawl into Bed With Kellie Kamryn

*crawls across bed* Hi, Kellie.  *snuggles under blankets. Brr.

 Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Flannel - it's getting cold here in Canada and I need to 

keep this little body of mine warm

I hear ya on that!  Though I can't claim to be little, I 

guess.What are you wearing?

Satin, pale pink negligee. What? I've got flannel sheets! 

Doesn't mean I can't wear something sexy. I'll still be 


You bet.  We'll all be warm! What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Lindt Peanut Butter Balls - my favorite. Melt in your mouth...mmmm

*mutters to self*  Peanut butter balls... sounds a little... sticky.  *blush* Oh... um... If I open this nightstand 

drawer, what will I find?

Underwear, maybe a toy or two... Wait! Did I say that out loud?

*eye roll* Please.  Doesn't everyone? Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off 

during the night?

Definitely curl up in a ball and wrap the blankies around myself. Spoon with me? I have to keep 

warm, you know ;)

Back to safer topics.  Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Absolutely! I love twining my legs with someone while I'm in bed with them :)

*blinks* I may not leave.  Its cold out there.  And some people won't share body heat.  Can you 

 that? What are we reading? 

Going for Goldrelease date October 8th from Romance Divine. www.romancedivine.com
Blurb: One cheerleading instructor. One male gymnastics coach. The staff Christmas party. One hell of a way to say Merry Christmas.

Excerpt: His balls ached. He contemplated discreetly adjusting his junk to assuage his discomfort but decided against it. It wouldn't help matters. At least not when the reason for it stood across the room, all sleek muscle and pleated, short skirt. She had been taunting him with that cheerleader body of hers since the day she'd come to work at the gym back in the fall. 
Raucous laughter made Grant Howard glance over just in time to see Teena Adams tip her head back, laughing at whatever had caused the uproar. At the sight of her beautiful profile, his cock jumped to attention. Her Christmas attire—red and green plaid skirt, green knee-high stockings, fire engine red heels, and white button-down blouse—was sexy as hell. He wouldn’t be able to endure this torture much longer.
It’s not like he didn’t get any on a regular basis. His reputation circulating as a “ladies man” with his female co-workers hadn’t escaped his attention. He neither perpetuated the myth nor did anything to dispel it. He got his fair share of pussy, but not from any of the women he coached with. Not that they weren’t hot—most gymnasts had a body a man would kill to get his hands on. But it was only common sense that if you wanted a good gym atmosphere, you didn’t fuck around with the girls on staff.

Thank you Lee! xo
Kellie Kamryn


Crawl in Bed with Carol Zampa

Crawl in bed with Carol Zampa

*crawls across bed* Hi, Carol. Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? If you are there? The silk, of course. White silk sheets. Nothing sexier than the pristine innocence of white silk.

Mhm.. *slides barefoot across silk*  Yes, it is! What are you wearing? Aw. I have to WEAR something? Well, if I have to wear something, just a short pink kimono. It’s silk, too.

Wait..I didn't say you had to wear something.  What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? Mocha lattes.

*purrs*  That's perfect.  *hums* Coffe, coffee, coffee.  *looks around* If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? THAT nightstand drawer is locked. So what does that tell you?

That it's the one drawer I'd probably really like to see inside?  *blinks innocently*  Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Is it chilly or warm? If it’s chilly, I roll up like a burrito. Warm, I kick off the covers.

 LOL. It seems pretty warm in here to me, but then I just got a glimpse of that excerpt you sent over. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? 
If you’ve been a good boy and I haven’t bound you to the bedpost.

Lmao- my feet are free.  *winks* we can fuss over who binds whom later. What are we reading? (attach cover art, buy links & excerpt)
Buy link:

Carlos sighed and glanced over his shoulder.
“Thank you, mi querido. This is beautiful.”
I moved closer, circled my arms around his middle, and pulled him against me. Oh, how soft he was all wrapped in sensual silk, how good he smelled. “Are you happy, bebé?” I edged my fingers under the lapels at his neck and tugged the robe away from his shoulders. “Tell me you’re happy.”
He stretched, nuzzling into me. “Sí. I’m happy.”
Gently forcing the robe open, I bared him to the teeming city twenty-two floors below. “And you wouldn’t lie about that, would you, mi corazón?”
“No, never.” Clutching at the lapels, he tried to cover his nakedness.
“No, you wouldn’t, would you?” I forced the robe open even more. “I’m glad, bebé.”
He stiffened. “People can see us.”
“Hmm?” I licked over the small, hard surface of the diamond dove. “Let them see.”
He swallowed hard, resisting me. “It’s… this is indecent exposure.” A feeble chuckle escaped him.
“So?” I slipped my fingers around his erection, fondling it, rubbing the thick hair at his base. “I don’t see a cop anywhere. Do you?”
I smoothed my hands over his chest, my palms lingering over the nipple rings, and I enjoyed the taut but supple muscles rippling beneath satiny, dark skin. I eased the silk down his arms, letting the robe float silently to the floor at his feet. Now he stood, completely naked, with nothing but my arms to cover his body.
“Oh, God,” he whimpered, pressing into me. “Not out in the open, like… oh, fuck….”
“Relax, chico, nobody can see you,” I cooed, and my hand retuned to its favorite spot—his cock.
“But… what if… somebody has… binoculars or just… really good… vision?” He put up a feeble protest, but judging by his fully erect penis that was hot in my fist, he actually enjoyed the titillation of his body, his sex, being exposed to onlookers.
“Then they’ll just see my hands feeling you up, bebé.” I dug my teeth lightly into the slope of his shoulder. “They’ll see you cum for me.”
My tongue lapped at the goose bumps on his neck, my gaze scouring the movement far below on the riverwalk. “You want to cum for me, bebé?”
What if inquisitive eyes could see from the crowd below? I’d never figured myself a sexual extrovert, so my excitement over possibly being seen surprised but also aroused me immensely.
His slender fingers wrapped around mine. “Harder,” he begged.

I thrust from behind while I fisted him and watched his body undulating with my movements. Precum leaked, and knowing how close he was drove me crazy. “Let it go, cariño. Cum for me.”
“Please,” he cried, almost under his breath, his hips pumping, fucking my hand. He groped my arms, and his fingernails dug into my flesh.
He shuddered into his orgasm, and I gently fisted until he was spent, then turned him to face me and enveloped him in my robe.
Sated, he gazed up at me, serenity glowing soft in his brown eyes. He scrunched closer to me and laughed. “You turned me into a pervert.”
“Mmm.” I rested my chin on his mussed hair. “I love my little pervert.”
Squinting, he smirked. “You were getting off to it, too.”
“So I was.” My arms bundled him tighter. “But it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. You came very quickly. So it only seemed like forever.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for, bebé?”
“For coming… so….” Dark lashes lowered over his eyes.
“Listen to me, Carlos.” I touched a finger under his chin, coaxing his gaze to mine. “Oh, bebé, I love how you cum.” I kissed his forehead. “I love how quiet and soft you get off. It turns me on, makes me crazy for you.”
“I never came this fast, Candy, for other men.” He clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip. “It’s just that you….” Glancing off to a chair in the corner of the patio, he murmured, “It’s just that you get to me.” He returned his gaze to mine. “Do you realize that you can even look at me sometimes, and I nearly shoot off in my fucking pants?”
“Really? I didn’t realize I had such powers.
He nodded. “From the first time I saw you.” His attention swung to the chair again. “Fuck. Your eyes, so strong but so sweet, and… damn… your body. And when you first looked at me….” Stopping, he just shook his head.
“I’ve told you a million times, chico, that I wanted you the second I did lay eyes on you. And it’s only gotten stronger.”

“Let me make love to you.” He squirmed deeper into my embrace.
“Nah.” Rocking him in my arms, I said, “You know what? I just want to hold you, look at you.”
“But your—”
“Yeah, my prick is hard as a rock.”
“So—” He shrugged.
“So my hard-on can wait a little. Besides, you wanted to order a banana split from room service.”
Did those words come from my mouth? I needed him, and my dick was rigid, but oddly, I desperately wanted to bury myself in his beauty, not his ass, right then. The night was so good, so right, but the anxiety over Jesse’s information brought out the need to hold Carlos, as though somehow embracing him would make all the doubt go away.


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