11/22/2012

Crawl in Bed WIth DH Starr & Sedonia


 


Crawling Into Bed With
Sedonia Guillone and D. H. Starr
And a Good Book




Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Sedonia: Cotton. J

Doug: Cotton


Cotton is the popular choice here, it seems. What are you wearing?

Sedonia: My writing uniform: Hello Kitty t-shirt and pajama pants.

Doug: Boxer briefs and a white t-shirt
  

Would you believe some people show up for these things naked? True story. I swear. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Sedonia: Rice cakes and prunes – I am NOT lying. I love both.

Doug: Oh Sedonia, even if it’s the truth, did you have to admit it? Generally I snack on frozen Milkyway Mini’s at night.


Rice cakes, prunes and frozen Milky Ways? Um...I'll have what he's having. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Sedonia: Mine is a cabinet, actually and you would find: cordless phone, DSL modem and router, lip balm, vitamins and a couple other items that will remain nameless.

Doug: I please the 5th.


You know, all those readers are out there groaning in disappointment over you discretion? Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

Sedonia: Burrito

Doug: I kick off the covers, then kick my legs into the air so the material folds under my body, then I roll to the left and right until I’m snuggled like a newborn baby.


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

Sedonia: Do and I will scream. I need heat! I sleep with a heating pad.

Doug: Hell YES! I sleep with a fan on me in the middle of winter.

And here I ws thinking other than the prunes you all were two peas in a pod. Awesome. So, what are we reading? 
Friends to Lovers

Excerpt: Blind Love by Sedonia Guillone

The town was ripe for employment, even in these times when the swelling population of unemployed ronin made gainful work ever scarcer. He could probably even procure several employers all at once, shopkeepers and other private citizens who would want him to stay on their property, guarding them against this current threat. He would have food, shelter and steady work all at once. A welcome rest from endless roaming.

Hirata stood a few moments, staring at the noren curtains hanging in front of the entryway to the dice hall. He had no desire to offer protection services to a bunch of bakuto throwing dice. He’d even heard that Shogunate officials sometimes hired the dice players to win back laborers’ earnings from them. What the laborer broke his back earning all day, he ended up losing at night. Best to go back into town, get something to eat, and then see who was hiring protection.

Shaking his head, Hirata started to turn.

And froze.

An anma had just rounded the corner and trudged in measured steps, using his cane to guide him, right toward the entrance of the dice hall.

Hirata stared at him. The anma was young. But not very young. Old enough to have reached his twenty-seventh year.

Heartbeat rising, Hirata took a few steps. The anma had nearly reached the front platform. Up this close, Hirata could see his face quite clearly. His breath hitched. His heart lurched.

It was Sho.

Hirata was certain of it. Seventeen years had not erased the delicately chiseled structure of Sho’s face, his high forehead, arched brows, and aristocratically rounded cheekbones and lips. Even though Sho’s hair was shaved to a mere shadow over his scalp, Hirata could envision him with the long sleek hair of his childhood and see his long lost friend.
Before Hirata could speak, the anma halted. He tilted his head first one way then the other, just the way he used to do when they were children and he was listening to a sound far away. Hirata’s breath caught. He stood, frozen, as if Sho were a deer he’d been hunting and was afraid to frighten off by the slightest movement.

The anma turned slowly in Hirata’s direction. “Who’s there?” he asked in a low tone. Suspicion emanated from him.

Hirata approached him cautiously. “Sho, is that you?” Suppressed joy made his voice tremble. “It’s Hirata. I’ve…been searching for you.” He watched Sho’s face for signs of recognition, for the joy of reunion to sweep over his beautiful features.
None did.

The anma stood, his head still cocked. His brow furrowed and then he straightened his posture. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, “You must be mistaken. I don’t know anyone named Hirata.” Tapping his cane in front of him, he found the step up onto the porch of the building, passed between the hanging curtains and disappeared into the shadows of the dice hall.

***

Hirata nearly dropped to his knees. The emotional blow was as painful as a sword through his middle. Panting, he stared in the direction the anma…no, Sho…had just gone. That man was Sho. Hirata knew it. Even after such a long separation, Sho was so deeply a part of him, he could have been blind himself and known that man was his dear childhood friend.

And yet, for a moment, he doubted his own perceptions. Was it possible he was wrong? That his desperation to find Sho would actually fool his mind into believing that anma was Sho? Would Sho have become a gambler?

His need renewed, Hirata steeled himself and strode toward the entrance of the dice hall. Dark coolness met him as soon as he passed through the divide in the curtain and stepped under the eaves.

The gambling was already in progress. An assortment of samurai, laborers and merchants knelt on one side of the hall, the bakuto running the dice game on the other. The dealer, a skinny man wearing only a loincloth and wrist-to-ankle body tattoos, shook a bamboo cup with the dice clattering inside. He slapped the cup down and held it, waiting for the gamblers to make their calls.

Hirata studied the assembled gamblers. And spotted his friend immediately.

Sho knelt right in the center, his cane on the floor at his side, a small stack of coins pushed forward on the tatami-covered floor in front of him. Hirata’s insides jumped. He still couldn’t imagine Sho gambling.

The dealer pointed to Sho. “Your bet,” he barked.

“Even,” Sho said.

The dealer lifted the cup. “Even.”

Excitement trilled through Hirata as he watched Sho put out another stack of coins. A murmur rippled through the hall, a sound that conveyed disbelief at a blind man’s placing a winning bet.

The dealer tossed the dice back in his cup, shook and slapped it down again.

Hirata watched Sho, whose head was tilted in the direction of the cup. When it was his turn to call, he said, “Odd.”

The dealer lifted the cup. “Odd.”

Hirata’s heart pounded. Each time the dealer called the round, Sho put out a couple more coins and each time his turn came, he called the dice correctly until a sizeable pile of money pieces were stacked on the floor in front of him. Hirata suppressed a bark of laughter. Sho’s intensely sharp hearing actually enabled him to hear how the dice landed!
The game continued and Hirata looked forward to witnessing another feat of incredible hearing from Sho, but instead of putting in another bet, Sho pulled his earnings toward him, piled the coins into a small sack which he tied around his torso, gathered his cane and left. Hirata followed him out, trailing him as far behind as he dared. He wasn’t letting this man out of his sight until he knew for sure this was Sho. And then, he wouldn’t let Sho out of his sight until he understood why Sho had denied him.

Up ahead, Sho turned a corner, heading in the direction of the town’s tiny pleasure quarter near the theater. Hirata followed. But when he turned the corner, Sho had disappeared.

Hirata gasped.

“Why are you following me?”

Hirata froze in his tracks. He turned just as Sho emerged from behind a stack of barrels. Sho faced him, his head tilted to the side, his sightless eyes staring downward.

Hirata’s gut lurched. “I—“

“What do you want with me?”

Hirata cleared his throat. “I’ve been searching for my friend for ten years,” he said. He swore he could see the other man flinch slightly and then compose himself. But the response could just as easily been in his imagination. “You…look so much like him. I was sure you’re him.”

The anma stood quietly for several moments. “My name is Jiro,” he said finally. “I’m…sorry to disappoint you.” Then he turned and trudged on.

Excerpt: It Was Always You by D. H. Starr

Doug: Sure. This is a snippet from It Was Always You. In this scene, Caleb, who’s been in love with his best friend Kevin for as long as he can remember, is walking away from Kevin and his new man, Jason. Devastated he’d waited too long, Caleb goes to get a drink and take a moment to recompose himself.

Just before he was swallowed by the crowd, Caleb turned back to face Kevin and Jason. Their heads were close together, both deep in conversation. When Kevin looked up and saw Caleb looking at them, he immediately placed his arm around Jason’s waist and pulled him closer.
Turning away from the happy couple, Caleb forced his way through the tightly packed room. More than one hand ran across his back or landed on his ass along with a few cat-call compliments, but Caleb was too focused on what he’d just heard and seen to gather any pleasure from the attention.

Elbowing two larger guys to the side, Caleb placed his glass on the table with greater force than he’d intended, causing the bartender to turn from the register. “Just a minute, hon.” He then turned from Caleb giving him a glorious view of a well-rounded ass pushing mercilessly at the fabric of worn-in jeans. The guy was shirtless and his back muscles undulated under smooth skin. The line running down the middle of his back was bordered by long ropes of muscle which rounded into square shoulders. All he could see of the man’s blond hair was the tight, stubbly buzz cut. As the man moved, the symmetry of his body drew Caleb’s eyes in like a magnet.

When he turned around, the bulge in the front was just as prominent as the rear view. “What’ll it be, doll?”

Caleb had to forcibly drag his eyes from the sizable bulge he’d been staring at. Unfortunately his eyes had to pass over a rippling torso until they rested on deep brown eyes. The guy’s smile revealed he was entirely aware what Caleb had been doing. Heat flooded Caleb’s cheeks, which must have amused the bartender since he reached across the bar and placed his hand on Caleb’s face for a moment. “Don’t be shy, babe. You’re a hot piece too.”

“Uh, er, thanks.” How long had it been since someone had flirted with him?

They continued to stare at each other until Brown Eyes broke the silence. “So, what can I get you?”

“Right. Sorry. Could I have a Stoli-O Madras?”

“Sure thing, sweetie.” He turned to the bar, and Caleb’s eyes fell directly back to the ass he’d been admiring moments earlier. This guy was hot. Really hot. And he was flirting with Caleb. Come on. He’s a bartender. That’s how he makes his tips.

It had been far too long since Caleb had been out in the scene, surrounded by men. Long enough he’d forgotten that he could still turn a few heads his way. What with the looks, the gropes, and the flirting he’d experienced in the past few minutes, there was no telling what lay ahead if he put himself out there. Maybe that’s exactly what he should have been doing all along. Clearly Kevin wasn’t waiting around for him.

The bartender returned with his drink. “Here you go. What’s your name? I can’t keep on calling you doll, honey or sweetie.”

This couldn’t be happening. A hot bartender wanted his name? “It’s Caleb?”

His response was greeted with a heartfelt laugh. “Are you telling or asking?” As he slid the drink across the bar, he encircled Caleb’s hand with his own, the slender yet strong fingers cool against Caleb’s hot skin. “My name’s Josh.” He pressed a slip of paper into Caleb’s hand. “And the drink’s on me.” With a wink, Josh moved to the next person, flashing his wide smile.

Taking a sip from his drink and one last look at Josh, Caleb turned from the bar and headed back toward Kevin and Jason. He glanced at the slip of paper. Josh had written his number and a request. Call me. It had been too long since someone had shown Caleb this kind of attention. Too long since he’d felt attractive and desired. For once, Caleb took notice of the eyes of club-goers turning his way. Flirtatiousness and stray hands continued to greet him as he walked, each interaction boosting his self-esteem.

With each step, he could feel his feet landing more confidently on the ground, his shoulders pulling back, his head lifting. The recognition he was receiving, something he’d given little thought to over the past few years soaked into him like water into a dry sponge. What perplexed him is how he hadn’t even known he was craving this kind of attention. How had he allowed himself to sink to a place where Kevin’s behaviors defined whether he was happy or not?

By the time he reached Kevin, he’d almost forgotten about Jason. One look at the two of them standing next to one another, leaning together, clinking their glasses and laughing and Caleb’s confidence blew out of him like a balloon deflating. No matter how many men found him attractive, no matter how many hands groped him, they were strangers. There was only one man who held any real attraction for him.

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Sedonia
Facebook (please friend me!): http://www.facebook.com/sedonia.guillone


Doug
You can find me at www.dhstarr.com,
Twitter @dhstarrontwtr, and


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11/21/2012

Happy Thanksgiving!


Happy holidays to you! I hope today finds you in good health and enjoying the bounty of the season. I'm super late posting this because I was caught up reading some really interesting and relevant posts re the genre I write in. Three hours and a bit of a migraine later- I can tell you this much. 

To each his own. There are no rights or wrongs or absolutes, and anyone who says there are is delusional. 

Case in point. Cranberry salad. My SO and I both have family recipes for cranberry salad for the big feast. 

Here's my family recipe. 

1 pound fresh cranberries. 
1 cup water
1 cup sugar.

Bring water to a boil. Stir in sugar until dissolved. Add cranberries. Return to boil. Boil ten minutes. Remove from heat. Chill. Serve. 

Easy. Done. Delicious. 

Here's my SO's family recipe. 

3 pkg. raspberry or strawberry Jello
2 c. boiling water
1 pkg. frozen sliced strawberries
1 can crushed pineapple 
2 cans whole berry cranberry sauce



Dissolve the Jello in the 2 cups boiling water. Add the frozen strawberries, crushed pineapple and cranberry sauce. Stir smooth. Pour into mold or other serving dish. Refrigerate until set. 



Ain't a damn thing wrong with either of those salads. Just depends on what you fancy. Some people like the simple tart/sweet flavor of my family recipe. Some people like the more complex flavors of the other salad. 

They're both good. Personal taste dictates which one goes on your plate. Heck, some people even try them both. That's just fine too. 


Willow November 16, 2012
BUY LINKS

REVIEWS
BLURB
Making decisions is sometimes difficult for Willow Shaw, but loving Cade Lawson comes easily. Too bad Cade regards him as too young to know his own mind.

As a favor for an old friend, cop Cade Lawson is keeping a watchful eye on his young neighbor, Willow Shaw. He'd thought that would involve some hanging out, watching movies and heart-to-heart talks on college life.

But the Will who moved into his apartment building wasn't the same little boy who'd worshipped his father's friend. No, this Willow is rowdy, defiant, challenging, and alluring. He stirs feelings that Cade is uncomfortable with.

Cade might be uncomfortable, but Willow Shaw is desperate. He's had a crush on Cade for years, and he'd hoped it would fade away one day. Hiding his growing feelings is his top priority, even if it means acting like a prick, because there is absolutely no way a man like Cade—strong, decisive, handsome, and experienced—is going to be attracted to him.

Mini EXCERPT #1

Cade nodded, sat in the only remaining chair and pulled Willow onto his knee. "No problem. Sorry to steal your seat, but I've been on my feet all day. You don't mind?"
And to his surprise, Willow didn't. Cade was being nice, and he didn't have to worry about Slim because Andre had him occupied. The band bounced their way back on stage for the second set. He sipped his drink again, and nodded at Cade. "It's cool. Just shove me off if I get too heavy."
Cade chuckled, and Willow found himself smiling. Liquid warmth spread through him. It wasn't alcohol, so it must be just Cade affecting him like this. As the band played he relaxed back, leaning against Cade for support, and let his mind follow the music. He looped an arm around Cade's neck and played with the man's neatly trimmed brown hair, blew lightly in his ear, and giggled a little.
Cade turned his head, and met his gaze. There was warmth there, desire. "Will, have you been drinking?" His voice was soft and urgent. "Be honest now. I'm not angry, and I won't lecture. I just need to know."
Willow giggled. "No. Just soda. That's all."

11/20/2012

Crawl in Bed With Barrett Michaels


Crawling Into Bed With Barrett Michaels

And a Good Book 
"The Hero Sandwich"

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton all the way. 600 thread count Egyptian cotton, in fact. Aside from my baseball gear, these sheets are my only extravagance. Okay, I confess, I have a set of San Francisco Giants sheets I’ve kept since I was a kid. I slept on them all during the 2010 playoffs for good luck. I’m the reason they won the World Series. *smiles*

What are you wearing?
*chuckles while placing his arms behind his head* Not a damned thing. I sleep commando. Although, some chilly nights, boxer briefs will do. I could say a beautiful woman wrapped around me like a quilt will keep me just as warm, but, I’ll be honest, most nights, I sleep alone. What was the question again?

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
I don't snack in bed but if I have a lady with me I may have fresh berries, honey, whipped cream. *grins* I’m teasing. Seriously, I have to try and stay in shape, for baseball, you know. But once in awhile for a special treat, I’ll splurge on Jif peanut butter and crackers. I’m a cracker hound. *winks* Also love to wash it down with gallons of Pepsi Max.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
That drawer? Let's see--"The Science of Hitting" by Ted Williams, some condoms, and letters from a special woman. *digs deeper* Hmmm, a fuzzy cough drop, nail clippers, my iPod, notepad, pen that doesn’t work, birthday card from my parents, small package of Kleenex, duct tape (!?) *grumbles* I’ve got to clean this drawer out—
 I also keep the baseball bat I got my first hit with next to the bed. Also comes in handy if someone breaks into the house.

 Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I like having the sheets over me from the waist down although I usually get the sheets tangled between my legs. I move around a lot during the night, restless sleeper. Burrito, now there’s something I haven’t eaten in bed...

 Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Not unless you want to piss me off. I will however, let the ladies do it if I can put something hot up against them. *winces* Sorry, can’t help myself.  Really, cold feet skeeve me out.

What are we reading?

 
Blurb:
A wild night of meaningless sex is all best friends Connie Hollingsway and Nicci Sullivan have in mind when they approach a beyond handsome, younger man in 'The Cougar Cave' bar. They soon realize they have taken on more than they bargained for.

Barrett Michaels just found out he was cut from the Double A baseball team he played for. To drown his sorrows and ease his pain, he goes to 'The Cougar Cave' looking for a one-night stand with an experienced, older woman. Imagine his surprise when not one, but two women suggest a night of mind-blowing, sensual pleasure, with no strings attached.

Can three lonely people keep pain, bitterness, and grief at bay or will emotional fireworks tear down the walls surrounding their hearts?

Excerpt:
As far as Connie Hollingsway was concerned, she'd just found the meat filling for her hero sandwich. She cast a quick glance to her best friend, Nicole Sullivan, and amended her statement to our hero sandwich.

Bass from inane techno music reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the club called the Cougar Cave that she and Nicci were at tonight. Connie's gaze slid back to the man sitting alone in a booth directly across from them and further down the wall. The man, in a word, was perfect. Ascertaining his age was difficult under the flashing strobe lights, plus he sat directly underneath a neon sign for Budweiser, which cast a reddish glow over a stunningly rugged, handsome face. The layered and tousled hair looked as if he had just rolled out of bed. Milk chocolate would be the way she'd describe the color. Like all young guys, he had a scruff of facial hair, but Connie's keen eye could make out the sexy cleft in his perfectly shaped chin. There were six empty beer bottles in front of him, and he'd just waved his arm to the waiter for more. A sly smile curved about Connie's mouth. If man-meat was drunk enough, he may be open and willing to consider her suggestion.

Leaning toward Nicci to talk about her idea, the words died in her throat when man-meat stood, shook off his leather jacket, and hung it on the coat rack attached to the back of the bench seat. He was taller than she first imagined, a few inches over six feet to be sure. A skin tight black T-shirt hugged every valley and plane of his powerful physique. Man-meat was cut, chiseled, honed, and sharpened into hardened precision, enough to rival those marble statues of Greek gods. The T-shirt, tucked into a pair of incredibly tight blue jeans, showed his torso to sculpted perfection. Fabric strained across rock hard thighs, a muscular ass and—Connie's held breath whooshed out in a moan—showed off his impressive package to perfection.

She had to get a closer look.

While his build and his aura evoked a certain maturity, there were no telltale lines fanning out from the eyes to show he may be in his thirties, nor were there heavily cut lines around his mouth. Damn, how young was he? Who cared? He was getting drunk at the Cougar Cave so naturally the man would be interested in an older woman.

Wonder how he would feel about two women?

Karyn Gerrard and Gayl Taylor co-wrote The Hero Sandwich. You can find them at the following places:

Karyn Gerrard

Goodreads - http:// goodreads.com/author/show/4848577.Karyn_Gerrard

Gayl Taylor

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