Welcome Guest: Diane Hartsock

A Gorgeous Set of Eyes

Hi Lee! Thanks for having me as a guest on your lovely blog today. But what better place to be during this month of romance than here? Don’t you all agree? When you’re done with my post, be sure to take a few minutes to look around. Lot’s of yummies to be found here.

Now grab a coffee and sit down. I have the most delicious story to tell you! Oh, and there’s a give-away. I’ll get to that later.

I was at work messing with the flowers, as usual—minding my own business, I might add!—when they walked in, the most gorgeous set of eyes I’ve ever seen. I’d never thought it was a true expression before, but my jaw actually dropped. I think I grinned like an idiot, too, but I don’t think anyone saw me.

See, I’m all flustered again! Let me start at the beginning. I’m the floral designer for a novelty garden and gift shop. I’d just finished an arrangement for a customer and was cleaning up my mess when this sexy six foot gorgeous hunk of a blond walks up to my counter. I blink, dazzled, when he flashes me a thousand watt smile, you know the kind that makes you forget who you are for a second?

He explained that he and his partner were looking for a gift for a friend. Partner? I didn’t see… But then I did and lost track of mister blond-god for a minute. His boyfriend wasn’t much taller than my 5’ 8”, but his blue jeans hugged him, oh so nicely! And the dark grey sweater molded lean muscles and a smooth stomach.

I groaned in silent frustration. The silky black hair that swept his shoulders also hid his eyes. I have a thing for eyes. His glance at me was too quick to see their color, and I had to be content with watching his lips as he handed blondie a cup of tea from the tea bar. They spoke softly while I contemplated the contrast of white skin softly blushed from the cold outside and full, pouty pink lips you want to kiss just to see if they’re as soft and sweet as they look.

They came to a decision and ordered the flowers they liked, then wandered the store for a gift while I put their selection of tropicals together in a vase. I couldn’t help but watch them. They were adorable! I don’t want to say the sexy blond hovered over his man, but they were never more than six steps apart. It was more like the dark beauty was the most precious thing in his life. He’d bring over things for his lover to look at. Touch his shoulder and reach something off a high shelf for him. Ah me, true love is beautiful to see, isn’t it?

When they came to collect their flowers, the dark haired dream finally looked at me. God…damn! His eyes were a clear sapphire blue, intense, amazing eyes that flashed across the room and nailed me to the floor. Wild fancies filled my head. What would those eyes be like blazing with passion; or soft and sated, dark hair spilled on the pillowcase… I tell you true, if I were twenty years younger and a man I would have given blondie a run for his money! I no longer blamed him for hovering. If those eyes affected me like that, what must they do to anyone who stood a chance at him? Wow.

I told you I had a thing for eyes! And that’s my segue into the reason for my post. In my m/m erotic romances, Nevil has just such a pair of gorgeous eyes and Shelton finds them just as irresistible. And what better way to spend this special month than curled up with your lover reading a sweet romance?

To help you do that, I’m giving away a PDF copy of any book in my ‘Shelton’ series to a commenter who tells me who, in their life, has the most beautiful eyes they’ve ever seen. I don’t need names! Just describe them to me.

Thanks so much for stopping by! Feel free to contact me any time.

Dianne Hartsock

Shelton in Love

Shelton is falling hard for his best friend and roommate, finding Nevil’s dark good looks and moments of gentleness almost impossible to resist. But Nevil is more interested in affairs of the body than the heart. As Shelton’s desire for the man grows, he wonders if he can change Nevil’s mind. But does he even want to? Nevil might not stay, once he learns Shelton’s secret, and then his loneliness would be complete.

Shelton’s Promise

Shelton has a gift he’s eager to give to Nevil. At a party, Nevil flirts with one man after another, keeping Shelton on his toes. Then Percy, an ex, shows up to complicate things. Despite his best efforts, Shelton can’t find the right moment to give Nevil his gift. Will Nevil ever let Shelton get close to him, or will Shelton have to keep the gift in his pocket all evening?

Shelton’s Choice

After a year of bliss with Nevil, Shelton is offered the promotion he's been working toward at the bank. Unfortunately the new position is in another state, and Nevil doesn't want to move. As tension mounts between them, Shelton is given another challenge in the form of a besotted coworker. Torn between the pressures at work and at home, Shelton has to choose his future. That is, until Nevil takes the decision out of his hands.

Excerpt from Shelton’s Choice:

"What's that?" he asked sharply when a soft burr filled the room. He bit his lip. He knew that sound. He'd been mesmerized the times he'd watched Nevil use one. He'd even participated a time or two, holding Nevil's shuddering body in his arms as Nevil came with a shout of abandoned pleasure.
He'd been hesitant to try it himself, though. He sighed, embarrassed by his timidity. Nevil caressed his hot face and leaned close for a sweet kiss.
"You're such a delight to make love to," Nevil murmured as if reading his thoughts. "Trust me. This'll blow your mind."
Shelton drew in a lungful of air and let it out slowly, relaxing his muscles. He heard a click, and the humming of the vibrator stopped. Nevil's quick breathing filled the room, and Shelton smiled at the sound of his excitement.
"Now where did I put the lube...? Oh, yes."
Nevil moved on the bed, and Shelton heard him fumble with the nightstand. The mattress sagged again, and Shelton held his breath as Nevil blew cool air over his penis, hard and ready for their games.
"God, Nevil," he groaned as Nevil continued to tease him, flicking his tongue along his aching shaft. He cried out in surprise when Nevil licked the tip. Slippery fingers pushed against his hole and slid inside him. Shelton squirmed blissfully as Nevil stroked the sensitive tissue.
The fingers withdrew, and Shelton caught his bottom lip with his teeth as he felt a strange pressure against his hole—not unpleasant, just different. Nevil must have used plenty of lubricant, because there was little resistance as he carefully inserted the head. A tingle spread through him as Nevil pushed the vibrator in deeper, creating little ripples of pleasure.
Nevil slid the device in and out several times, then rotated it. God! "Nevil! I can't..."
"I think we found the spot," Nevil murmured gleefully. "Do you like it there?"
"I don't..." Shelton groaned loudly, arching his back as Nevil nudged the vibrator in farther, then turned it on. Intense pleasure instantly swamped Shelton's senses.
"A little faster?" Nevil urged, his voice sounding thick.
Shelton helplessly tossed his head. "I don't know."
Nevil did something, and a feeling bordering on ecstasy burst in Shelton's brain. He couldn't think as waves of bliss danced along his nerves.
"Nevil," he whimpered as his balls tightened, the pressure building toward climax. His body twitched, and he pushed his hips downward against the vibrator. He cried out, on the verge of coming, the exquisite pleasure of the vibrator almost painful against his prostate.
Then Nevil's hot mouth engulfed his penis, and it was all over. Shelton came in one quick thrust, his hips rising off the pillow. The orgasm went on and on, shattering him. He panicked slightly as a buzzing grew in his head. His lips tingled then went numb.
"Take a breath, dear.”


  1. Green eyes are a weak point to me. My old college boyfriend had the best. They were like emeralds dropped in water or rubbed with oil. He looked like he was piercing your soul when he smiled at you and in the throes of passion awesome. Loved the blurbs to your books.

    1. Green are hard to beat! But those deep blue ones...yum. :) Thanks for coming by!

    2. Green eyes are pretty yummy, but those deep blue one... :) Thanks for coming by, Cinderalla!

  2. You know, I'd love to be all romantic and say it's Hubby (he does have lovely eyes) but the most beautiful pair of eyes I ever saw were squarely in the head of an almost boyfriend. My god his eyes were beautiful! I swear they were turquoise and just absolutely bright and shining. His name was Clarke, and he had a head of curly hair - you know the kind you want to play with? And these intense, brilliant eyes. He was an ass, of course - aren't they usually? But I still remember those eyes and to this day, if I mention him, I mention his eyes. Hubby has soft green eyes - very expressive, very emotional. They're beautiful, truly, but Clarke had those kind of eyes you just knew would lead you somewhere dangerous and make you like it. ::sigh::

    1. Hi DC! Thanks for stopping in. I'd often been led astray by dangerous eyes, in my younger days. Now I behave myself...mostly.

  3. I don't know his name (although I wish I did!). He is the banner model on the Coffee and Porn in the Morning blog sight. (If you want to see him, go to http://cupoporn.net/) He has the most beautiful blue eyes set against fair skin and dark hair. He was also the cover model on Silver Publishing's Christmas series. I could just bask in those eyes all day long! And if he winked, I think I'd actually swoon!

    1. *waves quickly* Off to check out those eyes! Thanks for coming over, Marissa.

  4. I love how a persons eyes draw me into them. I love blue eyes and over the years have seen some stunning ones. But the most awesome beautiful blue eyes belong to a young soldier who comes into the deli where I work. He comes in every Wednesday around 11 am. He always ask for the same thing...*S* But he has thee amazing blue eye that are so deep azure blue. I've told him a couple of time that his eyes are stunning, and teasingly told him that my daughter is single...lol He is a sweety, and ever so polite.
    But these pictures of yours are awesomely unique. I love them...*s*
    Thank you for the giveaway!

    pommawolf AT hotmail.com

    1. Those eyes sound beautiful, Darcy! The couple I wrote about came in again for V-Day. I ran a thorn through my thumb and nearly cut off a finger putting their flowers together. :)

    2. Hey Darcy, the number generator just chose you as my winner. Yea! I'll send you an email shortly. So glad you came by!

  5. Well my daughter does--her eyes are a pale blueish grey!! and slantedsoftly she is reeally pale with curly red hair--Nd of course Ian sommerlan from vampire diaries and no im not just gagga over blue eyes!! I love dee dark brown eyes!! guessI am a eye girl too since i mention it also in my M/M romance lol-- oh by the way love all thse eyes *points up at the eyecandy* mmmmmmmm

    1. Hi Cathy! Your daughter sounds lovely. And yes! Those rich warm brown eyes can make me melt. :)

  6. First of all, the pictures you have posted here are gorgeous. My description of the most beautiful eyes actually belong to family members. Sorry, no sexy stories here. They both have blue eyes. One is my young nephew. I hadn't seen him since Christmas until last night. I was holding him and he looked up at me and I had to do a double take. His eyes are literally that kind of blue of the sky on a cloudless day. His blonde hair makes them stand out even more. He is going to be a handsome young man.

    The other is my husband's grandfather. He also had the most piercing, beautiful sky blue eyes. Every time I talked to him, I couldn't help but notice them. We have a picture of him as a young man in the Air Force with his dress uniform and hat on. OMG! He looks like a movie star. I always think of Errol Flynn when I look at that picture (not sure what color his eyes were).


    1. My dad had sky blue eyes and auburn hair, a startling contrast. I could never get away with anything! He could see through any story I tried to tell.

  7. green with gold flecks, perfectly shaped, long long lashes ...beautiful!

    chellebee at gmail dt com

    1. A friend of mine has hazel eyes with the longest lashes I've ever seen on a man. Stunning. Thanks for stopping by!


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