Crawling into Bed With Max Montague

Crawling Into Bed With Max Montague And a Good Book

*crawls into bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Actually, I prefer flannel. They’re nice and warm and cozy.


*Grins*  I"m a big fan of flannel myself.  What are you wearing?

Tonight, in honor of your presence, pajamas. Blue ones. Very nice ones, I might add. I’m also wearing a fiancé on the other side of me, as you might have noticed.


And a very nice looking fiance at that.  That's okay.  I'd have brought my SO, but that would have made for a crowd here.  What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

I was tempted to make something very gooey and chocolate, but I thought about the sheets, and compromised on a sort of Mardi Gras mix—toasted oat cereal, M & M’s, raisins, macadamia nuts, and tiny pretzel sticks. My own concoction.


Dude, no way you're convincing me these sheets haven't seen mess... Though you're probably right.  The gooey chocolate might be better saved for when you and the fiance have the bed to yourselves! If I open this 

nightstand drawer, what will I find?

You’ll find a half-full tube of lube. Actually, assorted tubes in flavors. Richard’s reading glasses (don’t tell  him I mentioned them) And some toys. But I won’t elaborate on those, you can use your imagination.


Yes, yes... I can.  *glances contemplatively at drawer* Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

I hate to be cold, so I roll up in the blankets with Richard like a burrito. Usually sometime during the night, we’ll come apart, though, as we roll around. Then get back together, off and on, all night.


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

You can. My werewolf nature means that I’m warm to the touch, so help yourself. (With Richard’s permission, naturally)

What are we reading?  

For Love of Max

https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/glbt-paranormal-c-53_56/for-love-of-max-p-287

EXCERPT

Now, where were we? Oh yes, Richard and I have our lips locked together like a couple of love-starved fools, and we're crying and laughing at the same time, and I've just agreed to marry him….

Yes, I did say marry, and I know there are those who will look upon us askance. Gay marriage is far from an accepted lifestyle in this country, even in this supposedly enlightened day and age. In fact it is not only frowned upon, but largely banned. And mostly by people who are afraid of us. Why? Good question. I won't even get into religious ethics, or a discussion of the Bible, nor Christian precepts. Let me just say that disliking or hating someone on the basis of their sexual orientation is just as wrong as hating them for the color of their skin, or for their religious beliefs. And forbidding people to legally wed for the same reason is simply wrong. Where do you draw the line? Mixed race couples, mixed religion couples? What happened to loving one another, regardless of who they are? We are not sinners, we are simply human….

Anyway, we are here and warm… and touching, and loving, and all of the bad air has been expelled, and all that is left is the love in our hearts, the love we bear for one another, which envelops us and cradles us gently. Now we truly begin….

Principessa, our darling King Charles spaniel and our only child, is running circles around us now, excited by our excitement. Her daddies are together again, and very obviously happy. We break the kiss to bestow caresses on our baby. She clambers in between us and we manage to cuddle around her.

"Max, I'm so sorry…"

"Shhh." I lay a finger against his lips. "No apologies, no regrets. Just us and the future. Our future. Together."

He nods solemnly. "I'll never leave you again, Max," he swears, "I'll never disappear without a word, I promise. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me."

"And I am yours," I echo, "'til death do us part."

Our lips come together with soft sighs, and sensual shivers that run between us like electrical charges. We haven't touched at all since the ill-fated night of the last full moon, and the undischarged desire we bear for one another is enough to jump-start a dead car battery.

"I've missed you so much," he murmurs into my lips, "I need you, Max, I always will…."

"And I need you Richard," I reply softly. "Nights without you are far too long… and lonely…."

He moves closer now, his tongue seeking and receiving permission to enter my mouth, his fingers winding through my hair. We are content to let our lips do all the talking. No need to rush, we have all the time in the world—now that we are together again, never to be parted. Our eyes locked in mutual admiration. Our hearts bound in mutual bliss. Our puppy becomes bored with us, and our apparent inactivity, and settles down for a nap, watching us with those big, brown spaniel eyes. We stretch out together in the grass, oblivious to what we might be doing to our three-piece suits. Stains are made to be removed, are they not?

He rolls me over to take the dominant position above me—I love when he does that, for just between us he does dominate and I do tend to submit—it's simply the natural order of our lives. He catches my wrists in his strong grasp, pulling them over my head, holding them against the soft grass, showing me who’s in control—not that I don't know that already.

"Tell me what Max wants." He rubs against me suggestively; the material separating us only serves to enhance the friction between our hardening cocks in a delightfully maddening way.

"Max wants Richard," I respond promptly, predictably. "Max wants Richard to come back home, where he belongs… in Max's bed… their bed…."

"Our bed," Richard echoes, licking my chin softly, squirming against me.

God, I want him so badly.

"And by the way, who's been sleeping in Richard's bed while he's been gone?"

"Not the wolf," I chuckle softly, "that would be Rachel. She's been staying with me. I let her have the bed and I'm in the library, on the couch. All alone…."

"Not tonight, sweet thing." He moves his tongue along my jaw line, sending chills all through me. "I hope Rachel doesn't mind, but she is officially dispossessed."

"She won't mind, now she can go back to Mark. I'm sure he'll be happy, too."

"I'm sure," he replies. "Max, you wanna take a shower?"

My cock twitches at his suggestion. "I think we can do that." I attempt to maintain an air of casualness, but I fail—miserably. I’m far too excited to be suave and detached.

He brushes his fingertips lightly over my cheeks. "Max could use a shave too," he observes. "I can do that for him, if he likes?"

If he likes? I purr warmly at his touch. Max the recluse hasn't been as diligent as he should have been in keeping the five o'clock shadow at bay. Not that it's much of a shadow, my hair is too light for that, but being a wolf does have its disadvantages. One of them is a tendency toward hirsuteness. But this works out, 'cause I love the way Richard handles a straight razor—deftly, surely, and very, very sensually. I’m about to tell him so, but Swan Lake begins. Damn, someone has horrible timing.

I try to ignore it, but some people don't take a hint.

"Max, go ahead and get it, they'll just call back," my lover points out, releasing my hands. With a sigh, I squirm, raising my hips so that I can pull the phone from my pocket.

"Hello?"

"Max?" It's Juliet. Interruptus maternus. "You were supposed to call me…."

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Crawl into Bed With Berengaria Brown

Crawling Into Bed With Berengaria Brown 

And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Silk. Moss-Green silk

What are you wearing?
Nothing

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Chocolate
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Don't open that drawer!!

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

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Only if we're going to do something more than just play footsies.

What are we reading?
"Turning Up the Heat".

WARNING:  ADULT EXCERPT

“You’re smart. Chock full of good ideas,” said Sylvester, tugging on
her arm and pulling her over to his chair.
He grabbed her hips and settled her on his lap facing him, then slid a
hand down inside her shorts to hold her ass. He pressed his cock up
into her soft core, so she could feel the jewelry on his Prince Albert
piercing through their thin clothing.
Teasing him in return, she wiggled her damp cunt over his cock,
expecting he would feel her heat and wetness. A gasp of breath from
him indicated he did indeed.
Then Noah was standing beside them both, his cock in his hand. “Suck
me while you fuck her,” he ordered.
“Out here? What if someone sees us?” asked Tilly.
“Who could see anything? We’re in deep shade here and no one’s house
overlooks this part of the yard anyway,” replied Noah, shuffling up
close to them both so his cock was level with Sylvester’s mouth.
“Let’s get your clothes off,” said Sylvester, tugging at her shorts.
Tilly didn’t have a lot of clothes left anymore and didn’t want them
ripped. She climbed off his lap and stripped, then watched as he
pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it over his cock.
She never tired of looking at their cocks. Sylvester’s brown and
broad, Noah’s lighter in color and so very long. Both of them
beautiful.
“Climb aboard, baby,” urged Sylvester.
Tilly straddled him and lowered herself over his cock. Sylvester kept
his hand on it as she sank over him, absorbing his length inside her.
She loved the way he stretched and filled her.
As their bodies joined, he stroked his fingers over her clit. She
shivered in delight and felt dampness seep from her pussy, wetting his
hand. He lifted his fingers to his lips, his gaze fixed on hers as he
licked each finger.
“Delicious,” he said.
Then he gripped her hips firmly and used his thigh muscles to ram up
hard inside her. With that one stroke he filled and stretched her
completely, touching every inch of her delicate walls and setting
every nerve ending on fire.
Noah held his cock at Sylvester’s lips and Sylvester sucked him
inside. Tilly’s eyes nearly crossed as she watched inch after inch
disappearing down Sylvester’s throat. When she saw him swallow Noah,
her groan was even louder than Noah’s.
“Whoa, that’s hot,” she whispered, licking her lips and shaking her
head to clear the fog of lust from her brain.
“Damn straight. But watching him fuck you is pretty hot too,” replied
Noah in a breathy tone.
Sylvester let Noah slide out of his mouth and sucked the head of his
lover’s cock like a lollipop as he drove up and into Tilly over and
over again. Then he pressed hard on Tilly’s clit as he tilted his head
back and sucked Noah deep again. Once more she and Noah groaned
together, and Tilly swiveled her hips around, loving the feeling of
Sylvester’s jewelry dancing on her inner walls.


Blurb “Turning Up the Heat”.
Tilly lost her job thanks to the Global Financial Crisis. Running out
of money, she agrees to move in with Noah and Sylvester as a kind of
housekeeper, for free board and lodging. Also free sex. It’s a mighty
hot summer, but what happens in their air-conditioned bedroom is way
hotter than the temperatures outside. Together the three explore the
boundaries of ménage sex.
But Tilly still has no job, no money, and worries what will happen to
her once the men get tired of playing house.


Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/Turning-Up-The-Heat-by-Berengaria-Brown.html

Berengaria Brown
http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
http://berengariabrown.webs.com/

Truth or Dare Announcement: Release Date

*pours the wine*

Oh, I know.  I have coffee too, but it's five o'clock somewhere and I have two announcements, actually, regarding the Truth or Dare series:





First- for those who've been impatiently waiting- Dan Blake's story- Taking the Dare is scheduled for Release from Breathless Press on February 3, 2012.  I was a little surprised by how quickly its coming, but in a good way!  And yes, beloved ones- It is m/m.  (This date might be altered a bit, but I'll keep you posted.  AS long as we meet the editing schedules, etc. It should be good! )

Also, Truth or Dare, books one through three, Keeping House, Telling the Truth and Giving Up will be released Nov. 18 in a single print volume!  How exciting is that?

Reader's Responses: Giving Up*

Giving Up

Truth or Dare #3

Available from

Breathless Press

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Amazon 

BookStrand 

1 Place for Romance

Can Dr. Arden Grey teach Brandon Blake that giving up control is worth while, with the right woman?

 Readers from Goodreads, Amazon, and elsewhere had this to say:

"Loved this book! Loved the connection between Arden and Brandon - they complimented each other nicely and straightened each other out wonderfully"  Read More at Good Reads

"This is a lovely addition to the Truth or Dare series (even if it does have girly parts)" Read More at Good Reads

and

"I Love The Blake Brothers! This was a great addition to the series!" Read more at Amazon

Blurb:

Brandon Blake has a problem.  His family is fed up with his controlling ways. They don’t need him managing their affairs any more.  Brandon doesn’t want to lose his connection with his brothers, but he doesn’t know any other way to live.   He’s been in charge for a long time. Now his brothers are leaving home and making families of their own, and Brandon’s interference has caused some serious rifts. Brandon’s’ stressful job as CEO of the family production studio and his concerns for his brothers have contributed to the ulcer his doctor recently diagnosed. Therapy is supposed to help Brandon learn how to let go and give up the need to control every thing.  Brandon finds the counselor he’s been sent to intriguing, if a bit intimidating, though she has absolutely nothing in common with the women he’s dated in the past.

Dr. Arden Gray knows about control.  A survivor of marriage to a dominant, abusive partner, she’s spent the last twenty years turning her life around.  She’s learned to take control and has made a career of teaching others to do the same.  Brandon Blake is a surprise.  When his doctor sends Brandon to her, Arden isn’t sure how she can help the man.  But after a few sessions, she sees something intriguing hidden inside Brandon Blake, something that tells her he just might be the man she’s been looking for.  If only she can convince him that giving up control to the right woman will solve all his problems!

Crawl into Bed with GA Hauser

Crawling Into Bed With Mark Antonious Richfield & GA Hauser's Down and Dirty.


Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Cotton. Steven's cum stains everything!


What are you wearing?
Nothing. Oh, If you can call it 'wearing', Steven is attached to my cock with his mouth.

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

Steve is snacking on my nuts. He's made me read the same line three bloody times!

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

All our toys. Let me see, Steven's handcuffs from his LAPD days, my dildos, lube...oh dear, don't look. It's overloaded with naughty bits.


Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I roll it up, but Steven is an inferno and kicks it off. 

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Oh, bloody hell no! I put my feet on Steven.
What are we reading? (attach cover art, buy links & excerpt) 

Down and Dirty by the naughty GA. She's really gone over the top in this one. Lord knows what she'll come up with next.

Excerpt:

Blurb for Down and Dirty:

UCLA art history professor Jean DuLac enjoyed his life. He was happy with his career and traveling the world searching for masterpieces to photograph first hand for his students.

When Jean decides to use one of his own art designs for a tattoo, he meets tattoo shop owner, Harry Callahan. Jean finds out the shop is called, Down and Dirty Harry’s Tattoos for a reason.

Harry Callahan loves his work. His reputation for being the best tattoo artist in LA is well earned. Harry and his older brother ‘Clyde’ have a lot in common. Clyde is an erotic dancer by night, firefighter by day, but he and Clyde share the same taste in men…as well as the men themselves.

The night Jean decides to get his skin inked, he meets Harry and can’t help but be smitten with a man as big, brawny, and handsome as ‘Dirty’ Harry. Jean has no idea the dark delights he is in for Friday night after class.

What Jean discovers is how intense being the object of two men’s desires can be and how pleasure with the Callahan brothers, means getting Down and Dirty.

Sample chapter for Down and Dirty:

“Clyde and Sam are going to be at the competition later,” a big man with tattoos running up his neck said to another man with large tribal plug earrings, as he sat on the couch with him.

“I’ll go with you. I can’t pass up the opportunity to see cock.”

Jean glanced up, meeting one of the man’s stare. A wry smile curled Jean’s lip. If they were trying to shock him, they’d have to do better than that.

“Jean?”

Jean raised his head from his form and his jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a man he had only spoken to on the phone. “That’s me.” Holy shit, you’re incredible.

“I’m Harry.” The handsome man approached, reaching out his hand.

Jean rose off the stool and received the shake. “Nice to meet you.” Very nice! Jean thought he had a mental picture in his head of Harry when he talked to him on the phone. Yes, he imagined he’d be big and masculine, but not this gorgeous. “Wow. I love LA.”

Harry’s blue eyes sparkled when he smiled. “That’s why we live here.” Harry glanced at the other men in the room. “What the hell are you looking at?”

Jean spotted them hastily turn back to the television set which was airing a show on building custom bikes.

“Do you need more time on that?” Harry pointed to the form.

“I think I finished most of it.” He handed it to Harry.

“DuLac? French?”

“French Canadian. Quebec.” Jean began inspecting the art on Harry. He wasn’t overly done like some men whose top half was pure color. Harry had one tattoo on each shoulder, exposed from his sleeveless t-shirt. Tasteful. Jean imagined chewing on them.

“You don’t sound French Canadian.”

“Sorry. Do you want me to speak French?”

“I might swoon.”

“Mais oui!”

“You’re giving me a hard-on. So? Where’s the tat going to be?”

Jean pointed to his crotch.

“Sweet. I was hoping for some skin. Come on, pretty boy.”

Harry led him to a private booth with a teal colored curtain. As Jean followed him, he spotted through the gaps in the curtains, several men getting tattoos in each booth…in ‘private’ places.

The buzz of machines competed with the deep voices and laughter, which competed with the loud television set.

Harry gestured to a mechanical chair and sat on a rolling stool beside it. “What have you got in mind?”

Jean took off his jacket and hung it on a hook on a wall hook. He removed his wallet and a piece of paper from it. “This.”

Harry took it from him. “Very nice. Who did it?”

“Me.” Jean sat down on the side of the chair so he could face Harry as they spoke.

“Are you an artist?”

“Yes.”

Harry connected to Jean’s gaze, as if he were digesting the information.

“I wanted it to look tribal, but not cliché.” Jean pointed to the art.

“Where exactly do you want it?”

“Here.” Jean pointed to his pelvis.

Harry smiled. “That’s going to look hot as hell.”

Jean began to get excited. Harry was too sexy for either of their goods. “Now I’m afraid to pull my pants down.”

“Be afraid.” Harry laughed.

“It’s like being with a movie star doctor who’s about to give me an anal exam.”

Harry broke up with laughter. “I’d be happy to give you anything anal.”

Jean’s cock throbbed, wanting whatever Harry had in mind.

“I have to make this into a stencil.”

“I’ve got time.”

“You want a cup of coffee or anything?”

“I’d love a cup of coffee. Is yours better than the fast food joints?”

“No one’s complained.” Harry stood. “Stay there. How do you like it?”

“Hard and fast.” Did I say that? Jean felt his cheeks blush.

Harry stopped short.

“Black.” Jean knew he was being inappropriate.

“Be right back.”

Once Harry left, the curtain swinging behind him, Jean rubbed his face and sighed. He reclined on the seat and looked at the photos of tattoos on the wall. There were several pictures of Harry with celebrities, sporting fresh ink.

I don’t even know if he’s gay. I think he is. He certainly is comfortable talking about anal. Yes, he’s gay. He’s got to be.

Jean looked at a photograph of Harry shaking a pop star’s hand. His biceps and deltoid muscles looking edible. The man wasn’t even flexing. He was so buff Jean was in heat. He rubbed his cock through his pants.

“Here’s your coffee.”

Jean spun around to another man, holding out a cup. He sat sideways again, taking it. “Thanks. Hey…”

The man paused.

“Did Harry mention anything to you about me?”

“Yes.”

Jean felt horrible. “What did he say?”

“He said you wanted black coffee.” The man waited. “That it?”

“Yes. Thanks.” Jean watched the man leave. Jesus. Is this where all the gorgeous biker gods are hiding? Why don’t all of you tie me up and fuck me? He blew on the coffee and took a sip. It was excellent. Smooth, not bitter, and nutty, like an espresso roast.

A moment later, Harry returned, holding up both his drawing and a second identical one. “How’s this?”

Jean set his cup aside on a table and held the two to inspect. “It’s perfect.”

“Thanks.” Harry took his stencil and placed it on his work area. “Show me where on your crotch you want it.” Harry closed the curtains.

As Jean unfastened his belt he said, “Look, about my stupid comment.”

“Which comment?” Harry sat on the stool and scooted closer.

“Earlier.” Jean tugged his zipper down. Harry appeared confused. “Never mind.” Trying to keep from being completely unprofessional, Jean lowered his pants to his thighs. “Here.” He pointed to an area under his briefs.

“You want a tattoo on your underwear.” Harry kept a straight face.

Jean inhaled a deep breath and tugged the side of his briefs down with his pants, hiding his erection with the other half which was still high on his hip.

“Sweetheart.”

“Yes?” Jean felt the gooseflesh rise on his arms.

“I’ve seen cocks before.”

“I don’t know why I’m so excited.” Jean laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry.”

Jean tugged his slacks down his thighs, using his left hand to cover his throbbing dick. “Here.”

“I have to shave you, good lookin’.”

Trying to stop from panting, Jean lay back on the chair as Harry reclined it slightly. Holding his own cock was making him want to jerk off. And looking at Harry, he was about to.

Harry put on gloves with an erotic ‘snap!’ and opened a drawer. A box of new razors and anti-bump shaving gel were placed on his work area.

Jean couldn’t stop huffing for breath he was so hot. As Harry squeezed the tube of shaving gel onto his fingers, Jean tugged his shirt up his body.

“Keep going. I’m enjoying the view.” Harry winked.

“I…I can take it off.”

“You can. I’m not stopping you.”

“Do…do you want me to?”

“Up to you.”

Jean rolled the material under his fingers, exposing a nipple, which was as hard as his dick.

The first touch of Harry’s slick fingers on his body made Jean groan. He bit his lip to shut up. Harry massaged the gel around the area between Jean’s right hip and the base of his dick. Jean’s cock throbbed under his hand, making it move up and down.

“If you turn me on just by shaving me, what the hell are you like in bed?” Jean tried to make a joke.

“I’d be master of all your domain.” Harry kept smoothing the gel in circles on Jean’s body.

“Yeah? Really? Master?” Jean’s cock throbbed and he felt his sticky pre-cum emerge. “Are you why they call this shop, Down and Dirty Harry?”

Harry’s blue eyes narrowed on his.

Jean thought he was about to shoot his load at the delightful leer.

“What do you think?” Harry said, bringing his attention back on the task.

 BUY LINK;
http://www.amazon.com/Down-Dirty-BDSM-ebook/dp/B005I6B2YE/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&qid=1314468867&sr=1-73

Refreshing Summer Drinks: Mango Margarita

I've said it before, and I'll say it again-- 

There's not a lot of ill in the world that a mango margarita won't cure.  

On the personal level that is... 

Try this recipe:

Mango Margarita

1 1/4 ounces silver tequila

1-ounce triple sec

1 1/2 ounces freshly squeezed lemon juice

2 ounces simple syrup or sweet-and-sour mix

3/4 cup partially frozen mango, unsweetened (prefer individual quick frozen or fresh)

Directions

Place all of the ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth. Pour the mixture into a hurricane-style glass

Crawl into Bed With Sara York

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? Has to be cotton. It's just way too hot where we are for silk. I also don't think I could get used to silk since I've slept on cotton my entire life. 

 What are you wearing? Maybe that should stay a secret...But no, I'm wearing a t-shirt and that's all.


What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? No snacks in bed, sorry I'm a no crumbs in bed kind of girl.


If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? Bras, panties, scarfs and books. You'll also find earplugs too and a few batteries.


Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? I kick all the sheets off unless it's super cold. I love sleeping in the cold.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Oh yes. I don't mind keeping my bed partner warm. And we can do other things to make the cold night hot. I love to snuggle close and keep my lover warm.


 What are we reading?  Working It Out
http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1324

Website - http://sarayork.com
Blog - http://sarayork.blogspot.com

Excerpt:
A massage, seriously, why had he suggested that? Already his dick was anticipating his hands touching Jake’s body. It’s just a massage. I’ve done this thousands of times.  

“Take off what you feel comfortable with.” Lance couldn’t look at Jake as he placed clean sheets on the table and threw an extra blanket over the end. “I’ll be back in a few. Head down first then we’ll do some front work if needed.” 

Lance stepped into the hall and squatted, breathing deeply as he tried to concentrate on the basic anatomical process of massage. This was nothing. He’d worked as a therapist for years, never once having sex with any of the guys he’d worked on. 

But none of them made your body heat and your dick hard like this guy. 

Shit, he was screwed. He blocked all emotion from his thoughts. He couldn’t think about how great he’d feel to be touched by another man. Wouldn’t think about the way his heart clenched in his chest when he looked in Jake’s eyes. No feelings, this is work. 

Lance stood and knocked on the door. “You ready?” 

“I’m good.” Jake’s muffled voice sounded through the door. 

Lance opened the door, ignoring the massage bed and the man on it. His hands shook 
as he pulled a bottle of massage lotion from under the sink. He warmed the lotion, taking 
longer than needed. Finally he focused his attention on Jake, and had to stop himself from 
groaning. Lance would bet that Jake hadn’t kept a stitch of clothing on with the way the sheet was hanging over his ass. 

Lance cleared his throat. “I’m going to start on your back then work around. You don’t have anywhere to be later?”

“No, I’m all yours.” 

If only that were true. Lance’s heart stalled. He slid his hands up Jake’s back. Muscles bunched and puckered under his firm pressure. There were knots upon knots. “You get massaged often?” 

“No.” Jake’s answer was terse, almost angry. 

“You should.” 

“I used to, but haven’t in a few months.” 

Lance spread more lotion over Jake’s shoulders, pushing with firm pressure. He imagined what it would be like to touch those muscles while being inside Jake. Shit, stop thinking that way. 

Flash Fiction Friday

The Job Interview

"Kevin? Phạm?" I tugged the bindings so hard the bed frame rattled.  "Untie me. This shit isn't funny."

A smothered chortle was my answer. Kev stepped from the bathroom,  smiling broadly.  I swallowed hard, fighting arousal now.  Smirking, he blew me a kiss, spun on his heel and left. 

My jaw dropped and I surged again, fighting the ropes that held me fast.  The door slamming was followed swiftly by the thud of feet descending the stairs to the parking lot

On one hand, I'd be missing my interview.  On the other, the make up sex was worth it. 

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Lisa Worrall : www.lworrall.blogspot.com

Benjamin Russell : www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com

Bonni Sansom : www.bonnisansom.blogspot.com

Patricia Logan :  www.naughtypassions.blogspot.com

Lani Rhea : www.lanirhea.blogspot.com

Sara York : http://sarayork.blogspot.com

Muffy Wilson  :  http://muffywilson.blogspot.com 

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Reader's Responses: Telling the Truth

 Telling the Truth

Truth or Dare #2

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The Blake brothers have upped the ante in their weekly poker game. The week Terry loses, he finds that paying his debt of telling the truth sets him free to pursue a fantasy he never dreamed could be reality.

What are readers saying?

"i really like the blake brothers and terry's story was great." 
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"I loved this book...The Twins are adorable and exactly what Terry needed to break free of his shell."
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Terry has lived his life according to the guidelines, by studying accounting, getting an MBA, and working for the family business. And while his work has its own rewards, something has been missing, and his eyes have only just been opened to what--or rather who--that could be.

Terry's brothers have upped the ante in their weekly poker game. A Truth or Dare challenge.  Terry can handle any dare his brothers dish out, but the demand for Truth is a different matter. Unable to hide behind his pristine reputation and fancy business suit, Terry is honor bound to divulge secrets he’s been ashamed to admit even to himself in the privacy of his own bedroom.

Twins Dex and Trick have finally found acceptance for their relationship in the homes of their friends. They would never do anything to jeopardize that newfound sense of belonging. Fooling around with Mischa’s prissy, domineering, oh-so-sexy older brother is risky. A one night stand might be okay, and the boys happily indulge, but then close ranks afterward, pushing Terry aside.

Terry isn’t going to back down without a fight. He’s convinced that Dex and Trick are meant to be his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make them realize all the safety and protection they need can be found in his arms.

Crawl in Bed with

Crawling Into Bed With Dirk Tyler And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Cotton all the way, silk is just too slippery when you are covered in sweat and need traction <grins>
 What are you wearing?

Nothing but a loose pair of cotton boxers and a smile.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Fresh movie theater style popcorn with extra butter salt. Did I mention that I have an old fashioned popcorn machine and that the smell of fresh popcorn reminds me of fooling around in a dark theater? Well, I did now <grins>

4.  If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Be careful, it's bursting at the seams. That is our special "toy" drawer. <winks> I think it's time we invest in a nice big chest to store all of them in. Not to mention that gives us another excuse to visit our favorite adult toy store, you know, with all the room for new toys.

  Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I kick all the covers off, I like to let it all hang out at night! And by that, I mean "all" as is I don't button the front of my boxers <grins>

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

Sure, I'm a hot-blooded kind of guy. I always bring the heat with me <smiles>

 What are we reading? 

My first release "Voyeur". It's a smoking hot read, if I do say so myself. It features a couple of hotties named Nate and Jay.

Nate meets Jay over drinks after a long day at a business conference. Then Brooke, Nate’s wife, gives him a devilish idea. 

What happens next is beyond anything Nate could have imagined. Brooke’s sexy, playful mind sets the stage for an 

encounter Nate and Jay will never forget.

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Crawling into Bed with Jambrea Jo Jones

    *crawls into bed* So, let's go over the important things first. Are these sheets silk or cotton? Cotton, they don't stain as easy as silk...what?  lol

*nods soberly* staining is certainly a consideration when selecting bed coverings.  And sofas.  And carpeting... But I digress.  What are you wearing? I thought it was clothes optional? heehee

 It certainly can be, but I would never presume such.  What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? hmm....I like strawberries. You can feed them to me while you read out loud to me.

Oh, fresh strawberries are delicious.  And the color... so vibrant... so sexy.  If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? Um...that would be Marco...let's just close that.... heehee

  

I'm going to venture a guess that Marco isn't the cat, and leave the drawer closed.  Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Both? I like to be nice and warm. Then I'll kick them off until I get cold and then it is back to burrito baby.

  

Awesome.  I'm always cold, so can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Of course. :)

  What are we reading? Alliance Volume 1 

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 Excerpt From: Retribution

“Commander Rave Anders, a panel of your peers has found you guilty of theft of government property. You are hereby dishonourably discharged and sentenced to thirty days on the penal colony Devil’s Island.”

Rave fell to his seat in disbelief as the panel left the room. Just like that, his military career was gone, like so much smoke. Most would think that was the worst thing, but it wasn’t. The worst was Rave’s lover, Kain, couldn’t be found.

A hand landed on his shoulder. He turned, hoping to see Kain. His stomach sank when he saw his friend, Sela instead.

“It’s no use, Rave. It’s as if he’s disappeared. His parents don’t know where he is, either. I’m sorry.”

He rested his head in his hands. “I can’t believe it, Sela. He’s out there, somewhere, hurt. He’d be here if he was able.”

Rave looked up at Sela and saw the guards approaching behind her.

“I’ll do what I can to find him, Rave.”

He gave a sharp nod and turned to follow the guards to the pod waiting to take him to Devil’s Island, his thoughts in turmoil. How would he survive the next thirty days? Being in the military put a target on his back and Devil’s Island was one of the worst prison colonies in the universe. His heart ached at the thought of Kain, alone and hurt while he could do nothing about it. Nothing really mattered if Kain wasn’t safe. The guard shoved him into the craft and shackled him to the seat.

After the criminals were processed, the ship started the journey to Devil’s Island.

“Hey, you’s that military thief? Yep, you is. You’s the guy whose got fucked up the ass, but then, I hear ya like that, don’t ya?” The passenger beside him snickered. “I’m sure you’ll get plenty of action on DI.”

Rave leaned over and yanked him close enough that Rave could smell the man’s putrid breath. “Shut the fuck up.”

“No need to gets with the rough stuff. I ain’t after that pretty ass,” the man mumbled as Rave shoved him back into his seat.

Rave closed his eyes to block out the upcoming nightmare. He had two hours to devise a plan that would keep him from getting killed while being detained. He had a lover to find.

One step at a time.

His thoughts drifted.What had happened?

That question played over and over in his mind. One minute, Kain had left the ship. The next, the Alliance had boarded the ship and arrested Rave. Two days before the ship docked, the crew had conducted an inventory and those government boxes hadn’t been there. The Alliance had shown up, and suddenly, there the boxes had sat, pretty as you please. Something wasn’t adding up.

Rave didn’t do suspicion. He placed his faith in all his crew and expected their trust in return. Kain had never given him a reason not to trust him. Hell, Rave loved the man. He couldn’t love a traitor, could he? Focus, Damn it! Worry about now.

The force of take off glued him to the seat. He swallowed then bit his lip. He wasn’t prepared, not really. All the training in the world couldn’t prepare a person for a prison colony—an open world full of the worst criminals in the universe. He couldn’t figure out why the Alliance wanted to send him to a high security planet. He should have been shipped off to one of the minimum security colonies.

When the flight smoothed out, Rave forced himself to relax. He had to get some sleep. He wouldn’t get much on DI. Rave prayed he would wake from this nightmare, wrapped in the comfort of Kain arms, ready for their morning romp.

Kain, where are you?

Excerpt From: Salvation

“What the fuck?” Rock stumbled as the ship shuddered. He looked up as Sela ran onto the bridge. “Hold on to something. A ship just exploded in our path.” He focussed on steering the Salvation out of the flames but something caught his eye. “Se, there’s an emergency pod! See if you can find their frequency and hail them,” Rock said over his shoulder, fully expecting her to jump to it. She was efficient that way. He scanned the area to see if there were any other emergency crafts, but didn’t see any other pods in the aftermath of the explosion.

“I’m supposed to be on vacation. I didn’t sign up for this,” Se grumbled.

“You didn’t have to come, you know.” It came out more harshly than he’d intended, but they were in crisis mode right now.

“Rave wouldn’t have forgiven me if I’d let you go on a gun run on your own,” she said clearly, then he thought he heard her mumble, “Stupid libido.”

“I’ve been doing this solo for a while. I don’t need my hand held by Rave and your cousin. Or you for that matter. Shit. Someone’s shooting at the pod. You get a frequency yet?” Rock threw back at her.

“I’m going as fast as I can.”

“Go faster,” he snapped. He wasn’t irritated with her but he needed to get to the pilot of that pod. He’d apologise later. Maybe.

“Damn it, Rock. If you don’t like my speed, do it yourself.”

“Stop arguing with me. I’d like to find out why my gun sale went south.” He didn’t understand her need to fight him at every turn. Most days it was a turn-on, but this wasn’t the time or the place for his cock to take charge.

“What are you talking about?” Se sounded peevish.

“That ship was my contact. Maybe whoever escaped in the pod has the answers I need.”

“Put more pressure on me, why don’t you?” Se said under her breath.

“Se!” He was about to lose what little sanity he had left. Didn’t she know that?

“It isn’t the fate of the world. It’s one gun sale.” Se sighed, pushing her hair out of her face.

“Those guns were going to a planet being overrun with marauders. The inhabitants need to protect themselves or they’ll be enslaved. So, yeah, the fate of someone’s world could be at stake. We need that pod.” They were going to have to do something about the sexual tension between them soon because he couldn’t take the fighting anymore. He’d rather be fucking. And now wasn’t the time. Damn.

“Stop it with the bleeding heart stuff. I’ve got them,” Se mumbled almost to herself.

“I’m the bleeding heart?” That made him smile. He’d never been known for his sympathy. Not that he wasn’t sympathetic, but money was a bigger motivator.

Se laughed. “Just talk to the pod. You’re keyed in.”

And just like that, his sanity was back. They really did work well together.

“Emergency pod, this is the captain of the Salvation. Do you need assistance?”

There was no response. Fuck. That couldn’t be good.

“Are you sure this is right?” He looked over at Se.

“Yes. They probably don’t know if we are friend or foe. They did just come off an exploding ship and who knows who’s there or what shape they’re in.” Se shrugged.

“This is the captain of the Salvation. We will shelter you. Please acknowledge,” Rock tried again, realising that Se was correct—anyone could be in there and only a handful of people had known he was meeting up with the ship.

“How do you use this thing? Hello? Hello?” A masculine voice floated over the airwaves.

Rock bit back a shout of relief. “I hear you. Do you need us to bring you in?”

On screen, another shot hit the pod. Rock couldn’t look away—it was like a bad vid streaming in 3D, and he had front row seats.

“Rock, you need to get that ship in here or it’s going to fall apart.” Se’s worry coloured her voice.

“Emergency pod, we’ve got a lock on you. Don’t touch anything. We’re bringing you in.” Rock manipulated the controls and the pod slowly inched its way towards the Salvation.

Come on, come on.

It was taking forever. Or seemed to be. He needed to upgrade his fucking equipment.

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