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I write mm romance with Breathless Press, The Story Orgy and Silver Publishing. When people ask why romance, I tell them because falling in love is the grandest adventure anyone can ever have. I'm not going to spend a great deal of time chatting here, I know you've got a lot of blogs to visit and a lot of hoops to jump through. I'd just like to introduce you to my genre, and my work. So, to that end, everyone who comments here with their email address and their favorite genre will receive a copy of my short story, Nothing to Forgive. Additionally, two winners will receive their choice of an e-book from my back list- just check out the sidebar there and make your choice.

Nothing to Forgive

Vic comes back from a business trip and is shocked to find a hot young thing hanging on to his lover. Sure, he and Marc had a fight, but Vic figured they'd work things out. And how could Marc's new someone special be so young, when their fight had been about their age difference...?

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Love is a Many Flavored Thing
Elisa Dane
Kacey's Kreations
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Crawl in Bed With Laura, Tom, Havan

Crawling Into Bed With Laura Harner and T.A. Webb
And a Good Book

*Strolls in, flinging garments aside.* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Tom:  Egyptian cotton. Less sliding around. When it’s just me, it’s all good when I can settle down and read, but if I have company, and Laura brings somebody too…well, somebody always ends up in the floor.
Laura: *giggles* Remember when you had Greg Hogben over? OMG, it was so funny. He came racing into the room wearing nothing but red satin boxers with little white hearts. He hit the silk sheets and just kept on going. I thought we were going to lose him right out the window. He said he went arse over tits for you.
Tom:  Well, you know how these Brits are about their dignity. Thank goodness he was used to being on his back with his legs up.
Havan: mmm...pretty visual *swoons*

Yikes! Tom! Laura! Havan! I wasn't expecting to find ALL of you here! *crawls into bed* *whistles* Here, MJ! Come on up here. So, guys...what are you wearing? 
Tom:  Since I have mixed company, it’s Guiness sleep pants and a t shirt. If it’s just me, it’s MMA sleep pants and a t shirt.  Looks like I’m overdressed.  Hel-LO Lee! Waddayathink, Laura?
Laura:  Uhm…damn, I knew I should have changed. *blushes* I have on my comfy cotton Diamondbacks boxers and t-shirt. And Tom, yeah, you’re over dressed.
Havan:  *whispers to Lee* um...we were supposed to wear both a top and bottoms??? *blushes*

We are? *blank expression* Okay *looks around for flannel sleep pants* I just had bottoms somewhere...Ah, there.  Okay, I’m fit for mixed company now. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Tom:  *reaches under pillow and produces a bottle of Patron Tequila* Does this and lime count as a snack? Or will the real snack be after we have a few shots? *wags eyebrows*
Laura: *snuggles closer to Havan* I love this part…but seeing as it’s your muse and my bear, maybe we should…slip into something more comfortable? Like another room? Unless you wanna…you know…
Havan: *slides hand around Laura and cuddles against my muse...squirming to the right toward Tom* I know there is a way that I can touch all of you at once without being caught...oh wait...snack? Are you offering Lee? *blinks innocently*

Y'all are trying to get me in trouble, I can tell. It's all good though. I have the Great Dane here to protect my virtue...what's left of it. Tequila most definitely counts as a snack. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Tom:  Depends on which side of the bed you look. On Laura’s side, you’ll find a hand-held massager, a few books and, um, looks like a Johnny Hazzard video. Now, on MY side, there’s…Laura? Should I tell the truth?
Laura: I have books? Real books with paper and everything? *scrambles across the bed to look* Huh…didn’t know those were in there. Oh look! I found the piña colada flavored body oil! I wondered where that went after the last time Havan and Lee— *blushes* Never mind.
Havan: *peers over Laura's shoulder* You mean there was some left—even after...??? Well I'll be a swinging monkey's auntie...*giggles*
Laura: What did you ask? Oh, yeah, you should tell the truth Tom. Most of it any way…
Tom:  Another book, my Kindle, a phone charger, lube, condoms, a few old Honcho magazines, and my cuffs.
Laura: *eyes cuffs and scoots back a few inches* Uhm…Tom? You remember, right? Tom?
Tom: Not for you darlin’, not for you.
Laura: *shaky sigh*

You know, we have a date to read, but we should definitely spend some time on the contents of these drawers. I think there's a few things we can add that might come in handy. *pushes Havan back* Quit fondling the drawer contents. That is not your kindle...You aren't...you are.  I hope everything on that kindle is fit for viewing, Tom. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Tom:  Definitely kick the covers off. I get really hot at night.  Haha, yes, I am warm-blooded, and all this fur makes for a snuggly bed partner.
Laura: I get really hot at night, too. We’ve been told sleeping between us is like being in the middle of a furnace. *giggles* Duh!

Oh, that's just awesome, because I get cold.  Scoot, move on over...Ahh... Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Tom:  Sure. But I get to put my hands in your shorts to warm them up. Fair’s fair, right, Laura?
Laura: *nods*
Havan: We've discussed this Lee...*eyes my muse*

Fair? There's a big difference between...Fine. *catches Havan's glare* Nothing cold goes anywhere near...Ahem. So, what are we reading?

He paused and took a swig of beer. Travis sipped the contents of his mug, apparently deep in concentration “The second murder, actually two murders, occurred two weeks ago, also at Number Three, but in a completely different part of the cemetery. Those are the ones I just heard about that I believe link my two cases. Teenaged boy and girl, post coital according to forensic reports, again staked to the ground and left to bleed out. Blood everywhere, so not a vampire attack.”
“Not a traditional one anyway,” Travis interrupted. “Just because he left the blood doesn’t mean it wasn’t a vamp.”
“Point taken, and I can’t really have it both ways if I think the cases are related. And I do.” Danny nodded. He took a bite of his sandwich, thought for moment, then continued. “The third took place last night or rather, early yesterday morning. This murder occurred at St Louis Cemetery Number One—the one near the Quarter. Vincent Jourdain, thirty-three year old man when he was turned three years ago. Again, staked and left for the sun to burn. Preliminary evidence shows he may have been…tortured some first. Which indicates an older, stronger opponent, likely a vampire or a were.”
Danny stopped for a moment, thinking before sharing the rest. “What’s not in the files is that in all three attacks, the fangs were pulled.
The boy and girl obviously had dental implants, but they were pulled out too. And in last night’s attack, a personal message was left. I’m not at liberty to discuss it as of yet, but we need help here. Someone who can think like a cop, but who knows the other side of the equation, too.”
Travis sat back and laughed softly. “You mean a paranormal. And I haven’t been a detective,” he stressed the word, “for over two years. NOPD threw me away like yesterday’s coffee grounds. Why the fuck should I care, much less help?”
Danny narrowed his eyes and studied the man in front of him. He didn’t know what the problem was, but all he had heard about Travis was good. Up until the attack that killed him, that is. But Danny knew Travis could be a valuable asset to the force as a consultant. Pity he couldn’t get his head out of his ass long enough to look around.
“Because you and I both know the backlash here will be huge if people think they aren’t safe from a vampire attack. And trust me, there will be reporters all over this story like flies on shit very soon. Vincent was a known mob enforcer before he was made undead. Probably after, too, and his friends aren’t gonna be happy to know he’s gone. Plus, two of the victims are vamps. Imagine the fear that will be running through your community”—he glared—”when they don’t feel safe either.”
Danny reached out to gather all the contents of the files and shoved the papers and photos back into the folders. He stood, grabbed the remains of his dinner, and threw it, unwrapped, into the bag he brought in and strode to the door. “There are more murders to come. I know it and you know it. Now, when you want to stop the pity party and man-the-fuck up, call me.”
Before he could get the door open, Travis had him shoved up against it, his body pressed tightly against Danny’s. His mouth close to Danny’s ear, Travis spoke so low he almost couldn’t hear him. “Keep your fucking mouth shut and watch what you say, boy. That shit might work with the trash you used to work with, but I could have you spread out under me”—Danny gasped as Travis ground his hard crotch against his ass—”and drain you dry before you know what happened. I’m not a detective anymore, cop. Nor a man. Don’t forget it again.”
Travis backed away and Danny pulled the door open and raced down the stairs, his breath coming in great gulps of air, his pulse hammering. The fact his cock was rock hard didn’t escape him. He needed to regain his focus.
As he fumbled the key into the lock on the SUV’s door, his head began to clear. How had Danny let himself get so distracted? He’d been chasing paranormal crime for the past year and a half, studied supernaturals from the time their existence had been confirmed. He’d never understood the unholy fascination some people had for the undead, for the weres. Up until today, he’d been completely immune. But something about this man—vampire—really got to him.
And that had to stop.
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Crawl in Bed With Patricia Logan (NSFW)

Crawling Into Bed With
____Patricia Logan________
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

What are you wearing?

 Wearing? You mean like PJ's... *grumbles* No one told me I had to wear clothes

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

 I brought you a Dorito's Locos deluxe taco and I have a Burrito supreme

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
 *scrambles to look first and hides something behind her back* Nothing but a notepad, pen and recording device... um, for... the subject of my biography, nothing more

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? 

I need air at night. Give me a fan pointed directly at my face and a sheet and I'm a happy camper

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
 You can put them anywhere you wish, hottie

What are we reading?

 Well, today we have two books... I can never decide... The re-release of "Leather Nights" and my latest book, "Silver Bullets", the first of my "Silvers" series about older guys and their hot young boyfriends.

"Leather Nights" buy link:
"Leather Nights" excerpt:
"Cade..." Jake began.

Cade closed in, backing Jake into the pantry."Jake, I was so worried. God, when I saw the bike... I thought..." Hiseyes filled with tears as he took Jake's jaw into his hand and lowered hismouth.

The instant their lips touched, it was like a fireconsumed them both. Jake grabbed Cade's hips and pulled him forward, stumblinginto the pantry shelves as the towering man took charge of his mouth. Jakepulled Cade's hard body against his straining erection and opened his mouth tothe man's kiss. Groaning, Cade wound both hands into his curly brown hair.

Lust slammed into Jake's gut, hard and heavy, and heinstantly felt an impending orgasm. With Cade's magnificent tongue searchingout every nook and cranny of Jake's mouth, tangling with his tongue, Jakecouldn't speak. He just ground his hips against Cade's, thrusting against theman over and over as he moaned.

Jake's hands ripped at Cade's tight muscle shirt,pulling it from his pants as he dug for the touch of Cade's skin. When hefinally reached Cade's chest, he moaned again. Skimming both hands up underCade's shirt, Jake felt the rippling hardness of his smooth, tight, abs,sprinkled with just the slightest covering of peachy-soft hair. Jake panted, hardlybelieving that he could be this totally on fire for another person, much less aman. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't speak. He was lost in the feeling of thehuge, hard body pressed tightly against his own.

Cade’s cock was straining against his zipper. Theleather pants were tightly filled as his groin humped Jake's hip. He moanedloudly.

Jake panted into Cade's mouth as his fingers pinchedand teased the big biker. "Cade. Cade, oh God Cade... I need, I need."

"Yes, baby, I know what you need," Cadewhispered into his mouth. "I need you too, Jake. You've no idea how much Iwant you. I've been dying to touch you for days, but we can't do this here,baby, not now. The kids..."

Jake stiffened in Cade's arms almost instantly,squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he took deep breaths to calm himself. Heknew he was moments from embarrassing himself and Cade and devastating hiskids. He opened his eyes and gazed into Cade's green ones. His own filled with tears."What is this, Cade? I don't understand it. I never wanted -- I neverexpected -- to feel this way about a man…"

"Silver Bullets" buylink:

"Silver Bullets" excerpt:

“I am fifteen years older than you Michael.”

“And sexy as hell.”Michael reached up and ran his fingers through Tyler’s salt and pepper hair.“Look at those fucking muscles. God, you are one hot cop, babe.” Michaelgroaned as he touched Tyler’s hairy chest.

“It’s sexy, you all dressed up in your uniform. I love it when I see you with your badge pinned toyour belt, knowing that you carry a gun and that you are so fucking powerfuland strong under that suit.” Michael ran his hands through Tyler’s chest hairas Tyler crawled over him and straddled his hips, letting their cocks touch.Tyler grinned down at him, knowing from the twinkle in Michael’s eyes that many men had cop fantasies. Tyler wondered if he was a fantasy for his young lover.He reached down and circled both of Michael’s wrists in his large hands,drawing them over his head as he leaned down to take charge of Michael’s mouth.He kissed him long and deep, learning his mouth well, until Michael humped him and groaned.

“You got cop fantasies Michael?” Tyler growled. Michael nodded his head vigorously and bit his lowerlip.

“Fuck yeah,” he panted.

“Want me to hand cuff you and force you to suck my dick, scumbag? Lick my hot hole and fuck you hard against the bars? Huh scum, that what you want?” Michael was clearly intoTyler’s dirty cop talk and the whole role playing fantasy. He was whimpering and grinding his leaking rock hard erection against Tyler’s.

“Stop manhandling me cop! I’ll have your badge!” Michael screamed. Tyler’s dick throbbed. A second later,he was flipping Michael over on the bed, putting a knee in his back as he leaned over to pull his handcuffs out of his jacket pocket. Michael writhed below him as Tyler cuffed his hands behind his back. Michael laid face first on the sheet, grinding his dick against the bed.

“Shut up, scumbag!”Tyler flipped him back over and took Michael by the hair, making him look him in the face to make sure this was okay with him. The lust that lit his eyes was clear. Tyler found himself pushing Michael to his knees. “Put that pretty mouth to good use and suck my big cock.” Tyler stood on the bed and widened his legs,forcing his cock roughly intoMichael’s mouth. Michael gagged as it hit the back of his throat.

“That’s right, suck me!I love face-fucking punks like you!” Michael groaned again and swallowed as deeply as he could, giving Tyler the friction he needed on the roller-coaster ride to orgasm. Fucking Evie had always been a gentle affair. Tyler would have never been able to play out this fantasy with her. He probably would have frightened her to death. Precome was dripping onto the sheets from Michael’scock which was standing high and thick against his belly. He was obviously not frightened, even after his brush with violence tonight. Tyler was so turned on,watching Michael’s mouth sucking him in deeply, that he was already edging his orgasm. He fisted Michael’s hair harder and slammed in and out of Michael’smouth.

“You like it don’t you man-whore? You like being forced by a big tough man like me.” Michael whimpered sexily, his eyes tightly shut. Tyler could barely hold on. “You’re gonna get amouth full of my spunk scumbag! If you don’t swallow every drop, I’m gonnagrudge-fuck that tight little ass that you’ve been wiggling around me! Yeah?You like that, punk?” Tyler’s orgasm began in the small of his back, tingling through his whole body as Michael rolled his tongue up and down his length,using just a tiny bite of his teeth to draw out his climax.

“Fuck yeah!” Tyler screamed and went wild, jamming his cock in one last time and holding Michael’shead tight against him as he shot his come deeply in to his young lover’smouth. Michael groaned and screamed around Tyler’s cock as he attempted toswallow every drop of Tyler’s enormous load. Tyler felt wetness hit his feet,and he looked all the way down to the sheet to see Michael’s cock going offlike a rocket, spraying rope after rope of sticky hot come all over the place.It was the hottest thing that Tyler had ever seen. With his hands cuffed behind his back, Michael hadn’t even touched his own cock.

“Fuck Michael! Fuck!”Tyler sighed in awe. “You are the hottest mother-fucker on the planet.” Michael looked up at Tyler, continuing to suck and swallow his spunk. Tyler let go of Michael’s hair and slowly pulled out of his mouth. Michael smiled up at him asTyler dropped to the bed, reaching for his jacket to get the handcuff keys. He moved behind Michael and removed the cuffs, coming back around and connecting with Michael’s mouth as he kissed him deeply, massaging his lover’s wrists where the cuffs had reddened the skin.

Thank you kind Sir. It was a lovely reading *clears throat* night! Join me at my blog and visit my naked men :)

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