Showing posts with label Diane Hartsock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diane Hartsock. Show all posts

2/15/2012

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.”

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
The Romance Reviews