3/16/2013

And The Prompt Is- FREE!


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And The Prompt Is for free at ARE 

This is Story Orgy's first official anthology, and contains five fabulous stories by Em Woods, Hank Edwards, Havan Fellows, JR Boyd and myself. 



Here's a bit of my story.... The Old Soda Shop


Former college roommates Matt and Sam have a history. 
Will a chance encounter in the street lead to a second chance at love?

Mini EXCERPT 

Offerings in hand, he headed across the red brick walkway, grateful once again that the city bylaws forbade motor vehicles on these quaint old streets. The air had a fresh quality that other parts of the city lacked. He walked up to the guy scraping paint, admiring the sheen of sweat on thick muscles and the glint of sunlight on scattered golden hairs.
“Hey,” he ventured. “It’s hot out here. I brought you and your buddy some lunch and a cold drink.”
The man swung around to meet his eyes, and panic flared as he took in the green eyes, golden tan skin, and a face that looked very familiar under it all. The man pulled a rag from his pocket and wiped his brow, squinting at Matt. “Matt?”
Oh, yes, definitely Sam. Matt stepped back a bit, forgetting about the food and drinks he held. “Sam?” He whispered, heart pounding in panic.
“Yeah. It’s me.” Sam seemed as stunned as Matt.


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3/15/2013

Cover Reveal- Setting The Trap



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SETTING THE TRAP

Due April 12, 2013 
from Breathless Press




Are Jesse and Jay going to be able to keep their man, or will Drake Fallon decide he's had enough of being third wheel in the twin's relationship?













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3/14/2013

Crawl in Bed With Vicktor Alexander


Crawling Into Bed With Vicktor Alexander
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? Well silk feels better against naked, sweaty skin, the kind you get from many bouts of vigorous “exercise” but cotton sheets breathe. But hey, I’m a sucker for doing what feels good so they’re silk sheets. Red silk sheets.

What are you wearing? I sleep in the nude so…. Nothing. Though if I have to wear something for propriety’s sake (and for the sake of this interview) I have this cute pair of Mickey Mouse boxers that my goddaughter just bought me, so that’s what I’m wearing. 

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? I love fresh strawberries and I’ve just discovered the amazingness of eating them with powdered donuts. So Entenmann’s powdered donuts and fresh cut strawberries. All powdered sugar and strawberry juices will be cleaned up in the most deliciously naughty way imaginable. 

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? Don’t open that drawer! –Buzzing sounds- Told you. Ummm… that drawer is filled with butt plugs, a flogger, a whip, restraints, blindfolds, cock rings, ball stretchers and Shibari rope, as well as condoms and lube because it’s all about safety first.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? I roll up in the blankets like a burrito, it’s like being wrapped in someone’s arms all night.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Bring your cold feet over here sexy, although I have a better way of getting your whole body warm… or rather hot.

What are we reading?My newest release is The Besties from Rooster & Pig Publishing.

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Here's the cover, blurb and excerpt from The Besties:
Blurb:
Kelly Jeter is a 30-year old virgin who suffers from an acute shyness and extreme anxiety. He lives in Manhattan and collects lighthouses. He is the quintessential nerd. He also doesn't see how gorgeous he is, so when he meets Hawk Caliarchi, a friend of his besties, Krystal and Amy, he can't believe the hulking Greek man wants anything to do with him. So when Hawk shows an interest in him, Kelly does the only thing he can do... he has an asthma attack and almost passes out.
Hawk finally gets Kelly to agree to a date but before these two completely opposite men can settle down into a relationship, Hawk must face his past and Kelly must face his insecurities, fears and overcome his low self-esteem. Will he be able to conquer his battles before he loses Hawk for good and will he be able to thank his besties for introducing him to the love of his life?
Excerpt:
I had my arms around Amy, and Krystal stood cuddled up in Joel's arms when it happened. He walked over. I didn't know who he was at the time. All I knew was that a Greek god had descended and was now walking towards me, a gorgeous smile on his bronzed face and thick black hair blowing in the wind, ruffling his business-cut hair, his light brown eyes shining as he got closer to us. I saw Krystal look at me out of the corner of my eye before following the direction of my gaze. She let out a loud squeal and dashed out of Joel's arms towards the gorgeous stranger.
"Hawk!" she whooped before launching herself into his muscled arms. Amy shoved me away before dashing after Krystal and throwing herself into Hawk's arms as well. I watched in wonder as the tall, thick-muscled man lifted both of my friends into his arms and bounced them up and down, causing them to giggle like children before placing them back on their feet. What I wouldn't have given to bounce in his arms as well—though I'd prefer his cock to his arms.
"Wipe your face, you're drooling," Joel teased me, and I hurriedly wiped my chin, not surprised to find saliva there. "Holy shit, you really were drooling!"
I chuckled and could do nothing except nod my head. All of my brain cells had melted in the direction of my cock, which was even now jerking and leaking in my boxers. "He's just so fucking hot," I breathed, my breath catching in my lungs as Hawk walked towards us, his hands resting on Krystal and Amy's shoulders. They both only came up to his pecs, which meant I only came to his pecs as well. My ass clenched at the thought as I realized how much taller and broader that made him than me.
I was frozen in place, his gaze locked on mine as Krystal and Amy walked with him over to Joel and me. They couldn't be bringing him over to introduce him to us, could they? They wouldn't do that to me. Not when they both knew how shy I was, how I practically ended up in the hospital every time I tried to talk to a gorgeous man. Hawk was beyond gorgeous, however. He was a fucking god, and rather than wind up in the hospital from not being able to breathe, I would probably turn into a pillar of salt just from looking at him with lust.
Wait, I was thinking about biblical stories now? Yeah, my brain had completely melted.
I watched warily as Krystal and Amy brought Hawk directly to me with mischievous grins on their faces. "Kelly, this is Hawk Caliarchi. Hawk, this is our best friend Kelly Jeter, no relation to Derek," Krystal introduced us with a glint in her eyes.
"Hello, Kelly. It's nice to meet you," Hawk's voice was thunder wrapped in velvet and dipped in chocolate. I shivered and opened my mouth to respond. A squeak came out and my eyes snapped to Krystal's face. I felt my face flush in horror even as embarrassment and panic began to set in. What if Hawk was the one and I was too chicken shit, too nerdy, too... me, to grab onto him with both hands?
"Kelly? Calm down, honey. It's okay. Just don't freak out," Amy's voice came to me as if through a fog. Her tone was calm, peaceful, and soothing, but although it had worked when we were kids, now it only managed to heighten my awareness that I needed to be calm before I could speak like a normal human being.
My chest tightened and I struggled to pull air into my lungs. I could hear myself wheezing, feel my face flushing hot, and I mentally waved goodbye to ever having a chance with Hawk. Joel grabbed my arm and spoke frantically in my ear.
"Kel? Hey, buddy, where's your inhaler? I need to give you a puff of Albuterol."
That was Joel for you. Krystal and Amy would try and soothe me with their words, rubbing their hands on my arms and back, through my hair, trying to calm me with human touch while Joel went instantly for the medicine that would save my life. We were a well-oiled machine, and I wondered, briefly, what we looked like to Hawk. Would he see a family that had done this time and again and had all of the steps worked out, or would he see nothing but a short, skinny nerd who couldn't even talk to a man without almost collapsing from lack of oxygen?
"Kelly, I want you to listen to my voice," Hawk's voice penetrated the haze and I looked up, up, up into his gorgeous eyes. When had he moved to stand in front of me? Why was he trying to help? "Breathe with me, Kelly. When I inhale, I want you to inhale; when I exhale, I want you to exhale, alright?"
I nodded my head frantically, because it seemed the only thing I could do, and felt my friends step away as Hawk stepped closer to me. He cradled my face in his hands and stared down into my eyes.
"Ready? Inhale," Hawk instructed me before placing his hand on my chest. I inhaled with him, a deep inhale, and when he exhaled so did I. I was enraptured by him, by his strength, and I felt as if my lungs were connected to his as the tidal wave of panic began to recede and my breaths came easier. I continued to breathe with Hawk, who didn't stop breathing even when Joel came rushing back from the car with my back-up inhaler. My walking inhaler was in the pocket of the purple hoodie that I wore, but I'd been too distressed to tell him.
"Take two puffs of your inhaler," Hawk commanded, and I nodded that I understood before shaking the inhaler, pulling off the top and placing the puffer between my lips. Squeezing down on the barrel, I pulled the medication into my lungs and held it for twenty seconds before exhaling. Waiting thirty seconds, in which I continued to breathe with Hawk, I took another puff of my inhaler and finally, finally felt my lungs open fully, the panic all but disappear, and my embarrassment rush full-throttle over me.
"Nice to meet you, Hawk. My name's Kelly and I'm beyond embarrassed right now because I really wanted you to think I was sexy, not needy. You know, if you’re gay—"

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3/13/2013

Favorite Winter Recipes: Italian Sausage Soup

Italian Sausage Soup 

Ingredients 

1 pound Italian sausage 
1 small head of cabbage - chopped 
1 onion, diced
2 carrots, peeled and sliced 
32 oz beef stock 
1 can of Italian seasoned diced tomatoes 

Directions:

Brown the sausage in a pot over medium heat. Drain off the excess grease. 
Return the pot with the sausage to the heat. Add onions and carrots. Cook about 3 minutes until onions are translucent. 
Add remaining ingredients. Reduce heat and let simmer until cabbage is tender. 

Serve with Parmesan cheese and crusty bread for a hearty meal. 

Now, this is a very versatile soup- for us the sausage adds plenty of seasoning, but if you like you can switch it up with other seasonings and vegetables. We've done it a variety of ways, including swapping out the cabbage with spinach, adding tortellini or mini ravioli, white beans, or diced celery. Let your imagination adn taste buds guide you! 

What kind of soups do you like during cold weather? 



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3/12/2013

I'm not Procrastinating...not much anyway


This was me- trying to figure out my blog posts on Sunday... 

I got it sorted, though... 

and even made it beyond the planning stage! 

I made a list of the things I need to do this week, and Abby promptly decided it would make an excellent napping place. 

I'm sure it was completely innocent and not at all designed to emphasize her rank as #1- ahead of work, and all other demands on my time. 







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3/11/2013

Top 5 Songs That Got Me Through Senior Year...1985


Top 5 Songs That Got me Through Senior Year…1985

1.        I Want to Know What Love Is – Foreigner
2.       Take on Me – Aha
3.       Don't You Forget About Me- Simple Minds
4.       The Wild Boys- Duran Duran
5.       Never Surrender- Corey Hart



What's your go to song to get you through the tough times? 







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Don't Miss This....Love You Like a Romance Novel


Don't Miss This...Post a link with a snippet of a book, blog, new release, award...anything, as long as it is NOT ABOUT YOU. Include anything about the book: why you liked it, favorite character, great cover...whatever you want.

I'm barely restraining myself from stalking the author for more books in this series- ..and God! It just HAS to be a series! I loved Jet and Jason- they were an awesome couple, but the story was chock full of intriguing secondary characters. I have my fingers crossed for more from Megan Derr in this world.

LOVE YOU LIKE A ROMANCE NOVEL 

 Jet gave up everything to make it to the top of rock. On track to take over his family’s business and wealth, he defied everyone to start at the bottom and work his way up to become drummer of one of the world’s most popular bands, Forever and a Dai. And his family might have forgiven him if he hadn’t taken his cousin Dai with him.

Jason is everything Jet chose not to be: an obedient son, a powerful and respected lawyer, wealthy, established, and set to inherit the family kingdom. Dai’s brother, and Jet’s cousin, he is a constant reminder of everything Jet should be and is not.

But everybody has secrets, and those secrets are all about to come out.

EXCERPT 
Jet rolled his eyes. “According to the world and his mother, there are already more than enough reasons to murder me. Also, fuck you.”

Love You Like a Romance Novel“Fuck you,” Dai retorted, raking a hand through his hair in frustration, sending the gold-sparkle spikes in every direction. Jet thought about telling him he looked like Metro Ken, then decided against it—for the moment, anyway. “What’s with you, anyway? You’ve been bitchier than usual today.”

“I have not,” Jet said, even though he knew very well he had but he would sooner give up music forever than tell Dai that he was fucking Dai’s much-despised big brother. It was not Soap Opera day, and would not be for a long damn time.

He rubbed irritably at his aching head and tried to remember where he’d put his aspirin, half-suspecting he’d already polished off what was left of it. Jet dropped his hand and looked up, and inwardly winced at the pensive look on Dai’s face. “Look,” he said, before Dai could start to prod him about his goddamn feelings, “It can’t be that fucking hard to rhyme ‘bird’.”

“Which is why we’ve been sitting here for three hours not rhyming bird,” Dai said, giving him a look that said Jet was fooling nobody. “We’d probably do better if you’d stop moping.”

“I’m not moping,” Jet muttered. His fingers twitched as he fought an urge to seek out the bruises on his hips, suddenly feeling too hot as he remembered the way Jason’s fingers had felt putting the bruises there as he fucked Jet so hard he forgot how to speak, left him breathless and sore and desperate for more.

The way he’d been gone when Jet woke up a couple of hours later, only the mussed sheets and the lingering scent of Jason’s expensive, I’m a goddamn lawyer cologne to prove anyone else had been there at all. “I’ve got it,” Jet said sourly. “Turd. That rhymes with bird.”

Dai rolled his eyes that Jet was surprised they stayed in his head. “You are—” A deep laugh cut off whatever Jet was, and their attention snapped around to the door. Dai shouted in surprise and shot from his seat, dashing across the room to throw himself into the arms of his lover, Cooper Stone. “Coop!”

Jet turned away, an ache in his chest, jealousy coiling in his gut. No one was happier for Dai than he, but he wouldn’t mind a lover of his own he could greet like that. He and Jason were way too complicated for that—and also vaguely illegal, depending on the state, but law-breaking was the least of his concerns.

Lover. He almost laughed. Jason would never call Jet a lover, and most days Jet was able to ignore that and keep positive—keep trying. But he was wrung out from the European tour, ready for a real break, and whatever equilibrium he’d managed had shattered last night when Jason had shown up on his doorstep at two in the morning and fucked him hard without even going through the usual rigmarole first.

It made Jet wonder what the hell was really going on, but it was nearly five o’clock and—

He yelped in surprise as someone pounded on his front door. Dai cast him a look. “Shut up, Metro Ken,” Jet muttered, and fled amidst squawks of outrage to open his front door. He stared, surprised and resigned all at once.

Jason was beautiful, and it was the part Jet hated most about him. Tall, collected, black hair and blue eyes, wearing a black three-piece suit with a green paisley tie that glinted with silver threads. He had Dai’s face, but older, sharper, cooler. Dai tended toward pretty; Jason was flat out beautiful. “What the hell do you want?” Jet asked

Ignoring him, Jason stepped inside, brushing up against Jet until he was forced to step back. Inside, Jason closed the door and looked at him, then at Dai. “We need to talk, now.” He didn’t wait for them to reply, just strode off like a lawyer leading his paralegals to the boardroom.

In Jet’s living room, he navigated around the luggage and equipment dumped there the previous day. He stopped in front of the fireplace, then turned sharply and faced them, eyes locked on Jet.

Jet felt suddenly cold, because Jason had never looked at him like that—seriously, somberly, like he was actually sorry about whatever he was going to say. “Your father died yesterday,” Jason said. “I’m sorry.”

“Uncle Matt is dead,” Dai demanded, then winced at his own outburst as Jason glared witheringly at him. “Jet—” he said, stepping toward him. Jet jerked away, turned on his heel, and slammed his fist into the nearest wall.

Dead. His father was dead. The bastard—

He couldn’t think. Jet raked his hands through his hair and fled the living room, making a beeline for his bedroom, nearly killing himself as he took the winding stairs to the second floor three at a time. In his room, he slammed the door shut, then collapsed on the nearby couch and buried his face in his hands.

The smell of Jason’s cologne lingered still, and it was—however stupidly—all that kept him from screaming. His stupid fucking father was dead. Jet made a rough noise. That was fucking cheating. “You stupid goddamn bastard,” he said to the carpet, and refused to cry, because he wouldn’t give his father that much satisfaction.





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3/10/2013

In the mood for hot?


In the Mood for something Hot? 

Check out my A Rake in London series

These Heated Exchange stories are just that- short and hot and just the right length for a quick lunch break read. 

Book 1

Gavin, Baron Stephenson is an aristocrat accustomed to taking his pleasures where he will, but he always comes home to his oldest friend, his dearest lover, his servant Marcus.

The Aristocrat & His Servant is a 5,500-word erotic story of lovers indulging in light-hearted banter and little afternoon frolic. This is Book One in a Series recounting the sensual adventures of Baron Stephenson and his lover, Marcus Jennings.

Contains explicit, consensual sex. Not for those under 18 years of age.

EXCERPT

The heavy velvet bed curtains muffled the noises in his chamber, but Gavin found himself dragged into wakefulness just the same, although he'd had all too few hours of sleep. He kept his eyes closed, attempting to keep hold of the tempting visions that had anointed his sleeping hours. He'd stumbled home as the sun rose in the sky, ebullient and more than a little tipsy after a night of cards in the gambling hells of London with his friends. Lady Luck had smiled upon him the night before in more ways than one. He'd come home with pockets full of coin, and a handful of scraps of paper that proved that luck at the card tables didn't of necessity mean no luck in the boudoir.

Yawning, Gavin reluctantly left behind sensual dreams of guinea gold curls and liquid blue eyes, of plump rosy lips wrapped around his aching length. Dreaming of the young man who'd lost hand after hand of cards to him the night before was hardly satisfying, not when he had the means to achieve a much more solid sort of repayment of the debt at hand. Stretching, Gavin kicked aside the thin bed covers. His fine lawn nightshirt rode up, baring his thighs and throbbing erection to the air. He didn't recall undressing the night before, and rather hoped he'd managed to do more than drop his clothing in a pile on the floor. Marcus never liked it when he was careless, and he'd be in for a few difficult moments if he'd destroyed any of his clothing in his drunken state. It wasn't the location of his garments that brought him awake though. It was the whereabouts of those all-important bits of paper.

The burgundy velvet drapes rattled as they were pulled aside. "Good afternoon, My Lord." Jennings's ruthlessly cheery voice pried his eyelids open and Gavin let go of the remnants of his dream seduction. Bright searing light from opened windows declared the accuracy of Marcus's assertion. It was indeed past noon. Squinting into the appalling light, Gavin spied his clothes neatly draped upon a brocade chair by the fireplace. His winnings appeared to be heaped upon the side table next to the chair, near a stub of a candle in a silver holder, an empty port decanter and a half-filled glass. Relieved, he turned his head from the sunlight streaming through the windows. Marcus had a bit of a cruel streak that surfaced at inopportune moments. No, not cruel, perhaps he'd be better to say his lover's sense of humor was just a bit off. Ordinarily he'd have chided the man for his mirth, but this day... He was inclined to allow his oldest friend his prank, especially as last night's drinking left him muzzy headed. He'd had just enough it seemed to make him malleable without causing the devilish headache of overindulgence. The young man from the gambling hell with his sweet limbs and complete innocence of the wicked ways of the ton would be his soon enough. Meanwhile, there were more urgent matters to take care of.

"Jennings," he paused, letting his desire show, revising the formality of his approach. The man might be his valet and trusted personal servant, but more than that, he was Marcus, Gavin's first lover, best friend and most cherished companion. "Marcus. Attend me." His voice was a combination of hoarse lust and alcohol induced huskiness that grated on his own ears, but Marcus didn't seem to mind. Twisting sinuously on the silky sheets, Gavin dragged a finger up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, smiled at his valet's sharp intake of breath, and stretched again, arching his back until his vertebrae cracked.




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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