Crawl in Bed With Mick from Blown Hard

Crawling Into Bed With Mick

And a Good Book Blown Hard

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

I sniffed them earlier and they seem clean, isn't that enough?

*blinks* Um… well, I guess. *eyes bed askance* Now, I’m kind of wondering though…What are you wearing?

What're you wearing? Nah, kidding, kinda...this is my bed so welcome to my buck-assed nakedness. So really, what are you wearing?

*shields eyes* Why don't you…um … cover that thing up? Me? I'm wearing levis and a t-shirt. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Beef jerky. Yeah, don't ask, I know it wears out your jaw chewing the shit but there's this guy and...well, it grows on ya. Not to mention the sore jaw reminds me of other fun things to snack on.

I'll er…pass. I brought tequila and it doesn't go well with beef. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Look for the bare necessities. We are in the jungle...well woods—hell they look the same when you're running through them all the time, you know what I mean. Oh, you're being serious? Damn lighten up a bit...lube, condoms, toys that take and don't take batteries—depends on the mood, right?

Oh you're bold all right. Most people get a little coy about the contents of their drawers. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

Depends on how much sweating goes on before the snoring starts. Not that I snore—hell I don't even know if I do, I'm asleep when it happens. I might...not like Sugartree and I have ever or will ever get to that point (god I hope we do) but...yeah. Hey, if you wanna stay the night you can tell me in the morning...but just be careful, Sugartree seems to know all the comings and goings around here and is damn good with a bow and arrow...just saying I think he's a little sweet on me whether he likes it or not.

*whispers* Sugartree? *eye crazy man* Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

The warmest place on my body is behind my balls and up the crack of my ass...you sure you wanna settle for my calves?

Well, I've never actually been invited to shove my foot up someone's ass before. Threatened to, but not invited to. What are we reading?

Well, there're some awesome readers who decided Havan didn't tell enough of my history in her first two Pulp Friction Whispering Winds books...so here's book three and all you'll never want to know about little ol' me—Blown Hard.

Oh, and by the way Lee, I just want to add a side note before we get to the heart of this little chat. I loved your instructions about including all the pertinent information...but I seriously love the fact that you don't think length is an issue. Nice to know you're not a size queen.

*snort* Right. Get on with the reading.

So let's continue shall we? Come on, get comfy...take your clothes off and put your cold feet where you think they'll warm up best...ahhhh, yeah, that's nice. I'm a good host, aren't I?

*eyeroll* Don't be giving these people the wrong idea. I'm still dressed, and my feet are on the ground. It's going to take a little more than a silver tongue to get me compliant. Start reading.

Blown Hard

Blurb:

Today's the day, Rowen and Mick finally have their date. At least that’s Mick's plan, but plans are meant to be broken.

What could possibly go wrong when Rowen and Mick get together to enjoy that dinner Mick's been pushing—shoving, threatening, begging—for? Well, Mick could try to make small talk—that’s never good.

Miscommunication between the two leads to a very different outcome than expected. But that’s nothing compared to what happens once danger blows in from the west. The winds of change hit with all the gentleness of a cyclone. A disastrous dinner date, midnight marauders, enigmas exposed.

When the winds die down, who will be left standing?

Excerpt:

Mick bolted upright in his bed. Something was wrong. What the fuck woke him up?

There it was again, a scraping sound over by the window. No, that wasn't right…not by the window, outside the window.

Rowen?

Even before his bare feet hit the wooden floorboards, Mick knew it wasn't Rowen. The man couldn't even enter his cabin when invited through the front door. He damn sure wasn't going to try and break in after avoiding Mick all night since their encounter yesterday afternoon.

Knowing it wasn't Rowen slowed his roll a little. If not his lover trying to bust into his bedroom, then who the hell was it?

He couldn't see out the window thanks to the heavy drapes he hung immediately after he leased the place for a year. That worked both for him and against him. Sure, the intruders couldn't survey the room and react to Mick's movements, but Mick couldn't look out at them either.

Oh shit, what if it really was a them…as in more than one?

Mick's eyes widened as the realization of the situation slammed into him. Instantly he knew, had no doubt in his mind, who was trying to break into his house.

And he needed to get the hell out before they got in.

He grabbed a pair of faded jeans off the floor and sniffed them. In the process of making sure they didn't stink, he shook his head. Now was not the time to worry about personal hygiene. He slammed his legs in them and carefully zipped the jeans up, his head already whipping around looking for a shirt. His long-sleeved black tee lay strewn next to the bureau's legs, and he dipped down quickly to snatch it up. His eyes landed on his reflection in the mirror on top of the piece of furniture and he froze like a deer in the headlights.

This was it, what he'd feared in the back of his head for the four months he'd been here.

Arturo's goons had found him.

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The Pulp Friction 2014 Collection. Four authors. Four Series. Twenty books. One fiery finale. Spend a year with an eclectic group of strangers brought together through circumstances, as they are tested by life, and emerge as more than friends.

The strongest bonds are forged by fire, cooled in air, smoothed by water, grounded in earth.

Although each series can stand alone, we believe reading the books in the order they are released will increase your enjoyment.

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Crawling Into Bed With Rebecca Cohen

Crawling Into Bed Rebecca Cohen And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Cotton…cool against the skin and prevent things sliding around.

What are you wearing?

Super-soft pajamas, in a midnight blue.

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

Finest Swiss chocolate – a selection of Sprüngli’s best pralines, and we’re sipping a very fine Dôle des Valais pinot noir. Cheers!

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

Alas now my son is a toddler, the only toys in easily accessible drawers are those of cuddly or chewable nature. A square plastic penguin or an abandoned teddy are lying in wait.

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

I like to snuggle down under the blankets, but prefer to have my feet out of the bed, even if it’s cold.

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

Feel free… as long as I can reciprocate. Always good to share body heat.

What are we reading? 

Forever Hold His Peace, Book Three of the Crofton Chronicles. The final installment of my historical series set in Elizabethan England.

In this excerpt Anthony (the Earl of Crofton) has some explaining to do to Sebastian (an actor playing the role of his twin sister, Bronwyn, Lady Crofton) about a certain guest at Crofton Hall. Anthony hasn’t exactly been open with his past dealing with Lady Florin….

“Do I hear my name being taken in vain?” Anthony joined them, a goblet of wine in hand.

“No more than usual, Crofton,” said Lord Ashton. “Wives are prone to make their husbands the devil.”

“Some wives do not need much help in doing so.” Sebastian glanced at Anthony, who looked a little surprised at what Sebastian had said.

“Then let this devil lead you to dinner, my lady.”

Sebastian let Anthony lead him and the rest of his guests to the dining table. Lady Florin was a few seats away, and she was engrossed in conversation with Roland Parson, the local sheriff, and a man who was the son of a local noble. Sebastian made no move to sit anywhere other than next to Anthony, which caused another troubled look.

Anthony leaned in and asked quietly, “What is wrong?”

“Why should there be anything wrong?” he whispered back, taking a sip of wine to cover his words.

“My lady?”

“I understand I have been misled about the true nature of the seriousness of my husband’s dalliance with a particular guest.”

Anthony knocked back the remainder of his wine with one swallow. “I would say that you have been misinformed. Although, given the way you would act in the face of such a revelation, it would hardly be surprising if your husband chose to not mention any imaginary association.”

Sebastian scowled at Anthony, and if they weren’t surrounded by guests, he’d have thrown his wine over him. “If I be waspish, best beware my sting.”

Anthony’s eye sparkled with amusement. “I know I’m in trouble when you quote Shakespeare at me, but remember, Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.”

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Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.

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Crawl in Bed with SJ Thomas #mmromance #crawlinbed

Crawling Into Bed With SJ THOMAS

And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Well, I'd love to say silk, but in reality they would be cotton.

What are you wearing?

Hmm, I wish I was draped in some clingy sheer negligee that hugs my curves in all the right places, but my favorite pair of Disney pj's are much more likely.

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

Peanut butter M&M's

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

Spare inhalers, assorted hairbands, nail files and make up, and stashed at the back paperback copy's of Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty trilogy!

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

Definitely roll up, as I feel the cold and I have to hug a pillow to be comfortable.

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

Well, only if I can put mine on yours too as I always have cold feet! We'll have to take turns.

What are we reading?

My Business, Your Pleasure, which is my first paranormal MM published as part of Evernight's Romance on the Go line.

If you cast your mind back you very kindly beta read an earlier version for me. The version we are reading tonight is slightly different as the original was aimed at another line.

I have had some really lovely reviews for this one and I just love my two smoking hot heroes, especially my deliciously wicked sex demon Elliot.

Blurb:

Justin has one rule: never get involved with immortals. It's bad for business and dangerous. Trouble is his business partner Elliot—an immortal being with undeniable sex appeal—makes him want to break that rule.

Hoping a night with an immortal will get this infatuation out of his system, Justin visits a rival club looking for a one-night stand. Elliot has wanted Justin for ages, but despite his best efforts has gotten nowhere. So when he learns about Justin's plans, he turns up at the club, hoping one night will turn into many more.

Will Justin let down his guard and let Elliot become his partner in more than just business?

Excerpt

"Looks like you've got this all planned out."

Elliot ignored the bitter accusation in Justin's voice, shrugging out of his jacket before he closed the curtains. When Elliot faced him, Justin stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his tousled dark blond hair falling across his brow, his usually calm, almost delicate features brimming with anger. Elliot suddenly found his courage failing him.

When he didn't speak, Justin narrowed his eyes. "Well? You wanted to talk, so talk. How did you find out about this tonight?"

As he looked at the man he wanted, Elliot knew he needed to be honest with him. "Kara helped me."

"Kara."

"Yeah, she figured out your plans and clued me in."

"She what? I can't believe this. She is so fired." Justin paced back and forth for a few seconds, and then stopped, his head jerking toward Elliot. "How did she know what I was up to?

"Kara's smart and she knows you too well. Plus she worries about you. She thinks you work to hard and worries that you're lonely."

Justin's brow furrowed as he shook his head. "But why did she tell you?"

"She's a good friend, and she knows how I feel about you."

A sharp intake of air was Justin's only reaction, and Elliot forced himself to carry on. "I've wanted you for ages, Justin, but I knew you'd never go out with me. Your damn rules about not getting involved with immortals would stop you. She thought if I got you away from work, then you might admit your feelings for me. If I could get you to see me as something other than your business partner." He gestured down at himself.

Justin followed the movement, his gaze sweeping over Elliot. His full lips parted, eyes darkening with obvious lust and Elliot's cock swelled in reaction, body growing hard with desire. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Elliot stifled a groan.

Justin spoke in a husky voice. "I'd have never thought you could pull that look off."

Elliot shrugged. "I've had many different looks in my life." He offered a cocky smiled. "And I've rocked them all."

Justin's mouth twitched and hope flared within Elliot, until Justin shook his head. "This," Justin gestured to the champagne, "and you," he nodded toward Elliot, "doesn't change anything. Why would you think it would?"

"I know you are attracted to me, but you've never acted on it. I tried so many times to take our relationship further, but you always shut me down."

Justin's brow furrowed, his expression turning pained. "You know why I have my rules. The club runs better if we don't get involved with the clients—"

"I'm not a client." Elliot's voice was harsh in the snug confines of the booth.

"No, but you are an immortal. How can I tell our staff to keep their distance if I can't myself?"

"So, what is this all about then?" Elliot tilted his head toward the club. "You came here for a one-night stand with an immortal, a stranger. Is that keeping your distance?" Anger and frustration flowed through Elliot. The thought of Justin fucking some random immortal who'd do God knows what to him, filled Elliot with rage. Vampires bit, werewolves clawed, and some breeds of demons tasted their lover's souls. Image after image of immortal creatures hurting Justin flitted through Elliot's mind.

"I was doing it to get over you!" Justin shouted, and that nasty little creature called hope once again flared inside Elliot.

"You do want me then." Elliot spoke it as a statement, not a question.

Justin ran his fingers through his hair. "Maybe I do, but I'll never act on it. I am not going to risk our relationship for one night of sex. And I couldn't face myself if I was such a hypocrite." Justin shook his head. "This isn't what I wanted tonight."

Despair and frustration fueled Elliot's next words. "No, I know what you wanted. A night of make-believe with some random guy. Well, get this straight, if you aren't going to be with me then you're not going to be with anyone else, mortal or immortal. I'm not letting any other creature get his hands on you."

Justin's lips parted, his eyes going wide. "Tell me you didn't just say that?"

Elliot didn't answer. He just lifted his chin and set his lips in a stubborn line.

Justin laughed bitterly. "You immortals, thinking you own the world. This is exactly why I don't want to get involved with your kind. I see the possessiveness, the control you want over your lovers." He stomped over, getting right up in Elliot's face, sexy as hell in his anger. "No man, mortal or immortal, owns me. No man will control me, got that?"

He'd never seen Justin so angry, so forceful. All Elliot wanted to do was take Justin in his arms and crush their lips together. "You're sexy when you're angry, you know that?"

Justin's lips parted and he gave a sharp exhale. "You are unbelievable. And I am not going to do this."

He went to step away, but Elliot gripped his arm, stopping him. The look Justin gave his hand would have sent an enraged demon running, but Elliot refused to be frightened off that easily. "Justin, please. Don't walk away from this. You have no idea how good this could be."

Justin’s gaze flicked up to Elliot's face, and for the briefest second Elliot saw indecision in those hazel depths. Then Justin's jaw tightened, and with a methodical movement he took Elliot's hand and forced it away from his arm. "I can't do this with you." Justin's voice was strained, full of anguish, and as he yanked aside the curtains and walked away, pain speared through Elliot's chest.

Elliot let out a ragged breath, his gaze tracking Justin as he weaved his way across the dance floor. Shit, that couldn't have gone any worse. He stood for a moment, unsure whether to follow or just let Justin go.

No. This might be his only chance to have Justin, and even if all he got was a single night, Elliot wanted it too much to give up without a fight. Elliot squared his shoulders and stalked across the dance floor.

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Crawl in Bed With JJ Black #mmromance #authorinterview

Crawling Into Bed JJ Black And a Good Book July 17

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Always cotton. I love the way it feels against my skin.

What are you wearing?

Just panties. Gotta keep the downstairs covered but I like to let the twins be free J

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

I’m not a big fan of snacking in bed but I will always make an exception for dark chocolate. **licks lips hungrily**

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

Pens, a television remote, army guys, a handful of change, AA batteries (hey, I was looking for those the other night!), a notebook, a Barbie shoe, wait…is that the Holy Grail?!?!

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

A little of both. I always have to have at least a sheet on, pulled up to the chin, but I like to have one leg sticking out. I like to be able to wiggle my toes J

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

You can try but I’m pretty sure my own cold feet and legs will scare you away. Can we say, icicles?

What are we reading?

Our Omega (Great Lakes Wolves #2)

Excerpt: 

Dax cleared his throat, his feet nervously shuffling side to side. “I’m not sure if you remember me. I’m Dax Marshall, Kellan’s cousin. I was there the night Carl—well—the night we got you back. I’ve been meaning to come by and see you. I just wanted to check in and see how things were going. I wanted to stop by sooner, but I’ve been out of town a lot lately.” Dax’s gaze dropped to his feet as an enticing blush stained his cheeks.

Noah had to fight the strong desire to brush his fingers along that faint line of pink. He knew if he allowed even that small touch, he’d lose his resolve and take his mate where he stood. From the bits and pieces of information he’d managed to glean about the other man over the last few months, Noah was confident that Dax was a good-hearted, kind man. He deserved the best mate the gods could give him, which was why Noah knew he couldn’t allow himself to touch the stunning Beta. He wasn’t worthy.

Noah straightened his shoulders. He tried for his best impression of cold indifference and prayed it was believable. “Thanks for the concern, but, as you can see, I am fine. Please save your worry for someone who needs it.”

Turning his back on Dax’s open-mouthed shock, Noah scanned the room for an alternate exit but came up empty. He resigned himself to the fact that the only way out was behind his mate. When he tried to push his way past, Dax grabbed his wrist, halting his progress.

Noah quirked his brow and gave him an imperious glare. “Excuse me?”

Dax looked down at his hand, realized it was still wrapped tightly around Noah’s wrist then immediately let go, like the appendage was on fire. He drew in a sharp breath, remorse forefront on his face.

“Jesus, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had…” His voice trailed off as he stared at Noah, like he was seeing him for the first time and Noah was the most amazing thing in the entire world.

“Do you smell—?” Dax muttered, his voice filled with a warring mix of wonder and confusion.

“I don’t smell anything,” Noah replied, panicked. With the scent of his own arousal perfuming the air, it was just a matter of time before Dax picked up on it. He needed to get away—fast. “If you don’t mind, I need to get past you. I have things to do.”

A large hand shot out and grabbed the front of his shirt as he made to go around the big Beta. “Will you just wait a minute? You know, you’re kind of being an ass right now.”

Dax flashed Noah a devastating smile that should have been illegal and did ridiculous things to his libido. It took every ounce of control Noah had not to respond to it.

“From what my brothers tell me, being an ass is one of my major talents. Now that you’ve confirmed the rumor, I really do need to get going.”

Noah tried to pull away, but Dax held firm. He wasn’t going anywhere unless he jerked away hard enough to rip the shirt from his body. While it might get him his freedom, it would be pretty suspicious and was sure to garner him way more attention than he wanted.

Dax took another step toward him, bringing their bodies flush. There was no way Dax could miss the state of his arousal. The answering bulge that prodded his thigh just served to make his own cock that much harder. He held his breath when Dax leaned in, burying his face in the curve of Noah’s neck, drawing in a breath then releasing it on a sigh. At that moment, Noah knew all his work to distance himself from Dax had been wasted. The mate was out of the bag. He expected questions, but they never came. Dax leaned more fully into Noah, nosing his way behind his ear where he drew in deep lungfuls of Noah’s scent.

“You smell so good,” Dax practically purred.

They stood frozen there for what could have been hours. Noah knew he should pull away, but with the man he’d longed for finally in his arms, he couldn’t fight the instinctive need to keep him close. He allowed Dax to settle against him, his weight a comforting presence after so much time spent in his self-imposed seclusion.

When Dax finally lifted his head, his eyes were wide, brimming with a combination of need, confusion and such overwhelming happiness that it nearly stole Noah’s breath. To be on the receiving end of a look like that was both humbling and terrifying. Dax scanned Noah’s face, his focus alternating between Noah’s eyes and mouth, before lowering his head back into the curve of Noah’s shoulder.

There was hot, moist breath on Noah’s neck then the press of soft lips skimming up the side of his throat. A guttural moan tore free of Noah’s chest as Dax’s wet tongue traced up the cord of his neck before nipping a path back down. What was left of his control snapped, leaving him powerless to fight his building lust. Grabbing Dax’s hips in a punishing grip, Noah ground his swollen cock against Dax’s equally hard shaft. They settled into a grueling pace, Noah could feel himself getting closer to release with every thrust of his hips.

Pulling away from Noah’s throat, Dax tilted his head and brought his mouth down on Noah’s in a brutal meeting of teeth and tongues. There was no gentleness in the kiss, and that was just fine with Noah. For months, he had imagined what it would be like to kiss this man. Now he knew and it was more than he’d ever imagined. It was mind blowing. It was amazing how something so simple could shake his world so completely. The kiss was bruising and rough but also full of care and passion. Noah had never experienced anything like it and was loving every second.

It took them a moment to get in sync, both men struggling for control, but they soon found a rhythm that allowed them to share the dominant role seamlessly. Give and take took on a new meaning when describing their intimacy. Noah lost himself in the pleasure of their coupling, too far gone for the outside world to even register. The need for oxygen finally became too great. He jerked away, heaving and gasping for breath as he tried to drag air back into his depleted lungs.

Noah was at a loss for what to say. He couldn’t believe he had allowed himself to lose control so completely. His plan to give Dax the freedom to find a more deserving life partner was becoming less and less likely by the minute. It would have been difficult to let the man go before. Now that he knew what his hard body felt like, pressed tight against his own, Noah wasn’t sure it was even still possible to walk away.

Daring a glance in his mate’s direction, Noah took in his wide eyes and lust-blown pupils. A smug sense of satisfaction filled him as he realized that he’d been the one to cause such a reaction in the powerful Beta. A smile quirked the side of Noah’s mouth as he licked his kiss-swollen lips, savoring the sweet flavor of his mate on his tongue. Dax, on the other hand, looked shell-shocked.

Quirking a brow, Noah met his mate’s eyes. “Dax?”

Dax swallowed, eyes wide with confusion. His quietly murmured answer barely reached Noah’s ears.

“Mate?”

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