Thursday, May 30, 2013

Out Now!! Running Hot ~ Track Domination Book 2

Running Hot ~ Out Now from Resplendence Publishing

All work and white-hot play makes this boss very, very happy.

Collin Marshall, owner of Flash Racing hadn’t planned on jumping back into the dating pool. He’s been burned one too many times by guys only wanting his money and relative fame. But even the boss gets the blues and there's one man he'd like to get to know a whole lot better--Sam Richmond.

Sam Richmond loves his job at Flash. Chief mechanic for both truck teams is a sweet job. Having Collin as eye candy? Even better. When a shipment of parts derails the team’s finishes at Iowa, it’s up to Sam to work with Collin to find a solution. Spending time with Collin forces Sam to see his boss in a new light--a sexy, dominant light.

Can these two continue running hot in and out of bed, or will their differences get the best of them?

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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Hump Day Humps with Running Hot

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Hump Day Humping Time with a new release!!!! Running Hot releases today! I'm so excited! Here's a white hot hump from the book.

Running Hot
Track Domination, Book 2


All work and white-hot play makes this boss very, very happy.

Collin Marshall, owner of Flash Racing hadn’t planned on jumping back into the dating pool. He’s been burned one too many times by guys only wanting his money and relative fame. But even the boss gets the blues and there's one man he'd like to get to know a whole lot better--Sam Richmond.

Sam Richmond loves his job at Flash. Chief mechanic for both truck teams is a sweet job. Having Collin as eye candy? Even better. When a shipment of parts derails the team’s finishes at Iowa, it’s up to Sam to work with Collin to find a solution. Spending time with Collin forces Sam to see his boss in a new light--a sexy, dominant light.

Can these two continue running hot in and out of bed, or will their differences get the best of them?


And now for that Hump Day Hump!!!

Collin moaned. Even in his imagination, Sam embodied what he wanted in a man. Sweet, submissive and strong. Sam stared up at Collin, licking and sucking on Collin’s erection while Collin swatted his lover with a riding crop. The click of the crop on skin ricocheted around Collin’s brain.
He squeezed his dick hard, imagining his touch was Sam’s mouth on his body.
“Take me in, boy. Get me off. Show me what you can do with that mouth.” Collin dug his feet into the plush carpet of his sports car and stroked himself. He eased his free hand under his dress shirt and pinched his own pierced nipple. The sting, combined with the euphoric high from masturbating swirled around his brain.
“Fuck,” he shouted to the interior of the car. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His balls ached, and fever rushed down each limb. He rocked his hips in time with his strokes and panted. Holy hell. In his mind, Sam grinned and continued to suck him off, slurping Collin’s pre-cum and rolling his tongue around Collin’s shaft.
The butterflies in Collin’s stomach swarmed, and he couldn’t drag enough air into his lungs.
“Sam,” he cried and spilled his seed all over his hand. The hot mess slid down his knuckles and wrist. He didn’t care. He opened his eyes and puffed. The windows had fogged, and he noticed a ribbon of cum on the steering wheel. He snorted.
He’d never been one to muss his things. Cars, houses, offices, his attire…everything had a place. Sam got him thinking and jerking off. Maybe, it was time for a change. His life wasn’t bad, but it was lonely. Did he want a date or a lifetime? A date worked for the short term and could easily segue into long term with the right person. But who?
He knew damned well who.
Collin unrolled the cuff of his shirt then wiped the smeared mess off the steering wheel. What was that commercial he’d seen this morning during the news…your life starts now?
Time to chase exactly what he wanted—Sam.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Cover Faery Reveals Running Hot

A visit from the Cover Faery and she brought me a great one!!
Running Hot
Track Domination, Book 2
Coming May 29th from Resplendence Ebooks





Monday, May 27, 2013

Racing Quotes of the Week


Fun, fun, fun ones coming up!!

“...in the middle of a three wide...”
Sounds like a good place to be.

“...loose but able to chase it...”
Sounds like a couple of women I’ve heard about.

“...a little rubber on top...”
I think I’d rather a big one. Just sayin’!

“...Fisher Nuts on the hood...”
Is that another way of saying they are fisherman’s nuts on the hood? Or is he just spreading his lover out on the hood? Kinky.

“...look at that actionfour wide, side by side...”
Sounds like a hot time to me.

“...he’s really coming...”
That was permissible on network television? Wow.

And the Doozy of the Week:

“...coming hard from the bottom...”
Just gotta let that one ride all on it’s own. Sounds messy.




Sunday, May 26, 2013

Sunday Snoggin' Vaulting Style!


It's time for the snogs and I've got a great one to share with you. Here's my contribution, Vaulting. Read the other snogs here!




Vault for the gold or fall in love? What about both? 
Available here!
Dylan Parker wants nothing more than to win the gold. He’s worked on his vaults long and hard to be the best. And he is…until the best, Aiden Conrad, shows up at his gym. What’s a guy to do when the object of his affection also happens to be his stiffest competition?
Aiden’s no slouch when it comes to competition. He’s got more than a couple of medals under his belt, but finding love? That’s his one weakness. When he meets Dylan, all bets are off. Dylan might be damn good on the vault, but is he just as good in bed? Aiden’s next goal? Dylan.
Can these two hard-headed men find common ground and passion in each other’s arms or are they destined to fail in the biggest competition of all—the game of love?
Reader Advisory: This book contains lots of gymnastics fun, voyeurism and hot sex in the locker room.

Available here!



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And now for that snog!!

Aiden touched the bruised area on Dylan’s shoulder. “What’d the doc say?”
“I bruised it real good, but it’s nothing I can’t power through.” Dylan shrugged away from Aiden. “He said you two had a thing.”
“Who said?”
“Jerome. Something about you two hooking up or something.” Dylan stared at his hands. God, he sounded just like the drama-queen chicks he dreaded dealing with on the days the girls came to the complex.
“And you believe him?” Aiden tipped Dylan’s chin, then tapped twice. “Give me a moment.” He raced across the room and closed the door. Within a heartbeat, he stood before Dylan again. “I am very careful about who I train with and who I let in my bed.”
Dylan nodded, unsure of where the conversation was going, but he knew for damn sure he’d heard the word bed.
“Jerome Hicks isn’t my type, no matter what he says, and I refuse to hook up with him. Trust me, I wouldn’t get horizontal with him when we were in London and I’m not interested now.” Aiden’s breath skittered across Dylan’s lips. “I’ve got someone better to worry about.”
Dylan’s skin prickled and he longed to run his fingers over Aiden’s stomach. His cock pressed tight against his training shorts. Aiden had to feel the heat from Dylan’s raging hard-on. No way he couldn’t.
“Who are you worrying about?” Dylan regretted the words the moment they left his mouth, but in the heat of the moment he didn’t have time to regret. He fought to breathe, but even the lingering effects of the ice didn’t cool him. “You don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my business.”
“You. I want you.” Aiden bridged the gap between them and thrust his fingers into Dylan’s hair. He swiped his tongue across Dylan’s bottom lip, then pressed his body flush into Dylan’s. When Dylan gasped, Aiden took the kiss further and stroked Dylan’s tongue with his own.
Dylan moaned. Never in his life had he experienced something so freaking hot and never where someone could walk in at any moment. He gripped Aiden’s waist and ground his hips, his cock throbbing against Aiden’s. Aiden smelt of sweat and a rainy morning. Dylan released his hold on Aiden’s waist to cup his cheeks. Smooth, like he’d just shaved. Dylan wondered if other parts of Aiden’s anatomy were freshly shaved, too.
Just as fast as the kiss had happened, Aiden pulled away. A bright fire burned in his eyes. “That,” Aiden murmured, “is just for starters.”
From head to toe, Dylan’s body vibrated. Just for starters? When could they start investigating the rest of whatever Aiden wanted to do?




Monday, May 20, 2013

Wet, Wild and Fun!

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For the hop, I thought I'd post a snippet from my latest novella, Take Me!


Take Me  by Megan Slayer 
BIN: 06265-02013
Word Count: 5K
Page Count: 20
Price: $2.49
Release Date: March 15, 2013
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Copy Editor: Pat Sager
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Ménage, Bisexual and More, Dark Desire, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism

The phrase get me out of here just got a sexy makeover.

Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie. Why? So she can be with her heartthrob husband, actor Ryker Thomas. But she never expected him to kidnap her... or did she?

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And now for a hot excerpt!!

"You wore the coat." Ryker groaned. "God, I've missed you." He kissed along her inner thigh, sending desire spiraling through her system.
Although she wished he'd remove her blindfold, she loved the mystery about it -- more than likely he was the one kissing her leg, but what if someone else watched? She shivered. Was Tristan watching? "Ryker."
"Right here." Hands massaged her thigh. "Want to taste you." Ryker dragged his tongue along her pussy lips, and his nails dug into her skin. "Want you so needy you can't help it." Something hard pushed between her legs and invaded her cunt. The object vibrated. A plug? She wasn't sure, but whatever it was the thing felt like heaven in her pussy.
"I'm there," she panted. At this rate, she'd never be able to hold back.
"Good." All the touches on her body stopped. "Just what I wanted."
She froze. Where was he? No breath on her skin, no hands on her leg and the cool air still swirled around her. The vibrator remained tucked tight in her pussy. "Ryker?" She strained to hear anything other than the hum of the engine. "Ryker?" She trusted him never to harm her. The desire mixed with fear in a heady concoction. Cream slickened her pussy lips and her groin throbbed. Holy hell, he had her turned on.
"I've got you on display just like you said in the challenge."
Talia tipped her head to determine where his voice came from. The challenge. Her heart leapt. She'd admitted she wanted him to whisk her to his side for some sexy bondage play. He remembered.
"Do you like the vibrator?"
The sensations between her legs increased, pushing her closer to coming apart. She balled her fists. "Love it."
Ryker brushed his fingers across her cheek, and his woodsy cologne curled around her. "So hot to see you right on the edge. No coming until I say so." He tweaked her nipple. "Can't wait to fill you with my cock. You've missed me?"
He wanted rational thought? Her brain buzzed and she licked her lips. "Missed you."
Voices registered in her consciousness, but she had no idea who spoke. The vibrator continued to massage her from within. The car door opened, and a pair of arms enfolded her. The chill on her body increased. They hadn't covered her up? Daring!
"Place her on her feet. I want to see her move." The hunger in Ryker's voice registered in her soul. The second set of hands helped her to a standing position. A palm opened on her ass.
"The cuffs are hidden by the coat. I've got the remote."
She knew that voice. Tristan, Ryker's best friend. She and Ryker had discussed a threesome with Tristan, but was he there for that reason? Not just to drive? Oh, God, she hoped so. Wait, did one of them say remote? For the vibrator?
"Hold still, Talia." Hands covered her leg. The scent of something tangy wafted around her. "I'm taping it in place." Ryker wound something around her upper thigh, and the vibrator shifted to the right side a bit. "Won't move now."
The hand on her bottom nudged her forward. "Ten steps, but I'll help you."


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Friday, May 17, 2013

Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia


Hi, everyone! Welcome to my little corner of the Hop! The International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia  is May 17th and you can learn more here: http://dayagainsthomophobia.org/

To celebrate this hop I thought I'd talk about what I'm going to do this summer. Now you're probably wondering what the heck this has to do with the hop. Let me tell you. Grin. 

This summer I get the honor of witnessing a wedding between two of my favorite people - Scott and Ron. Yep. I can't wait. It's going to be a great time. But this post is about breaking through the phobias. I'm all for this wedding, but there are family members who aren't. It's hurtful when those people who are supposed to love these two men can't accept that love comes in many forms and we should accept people for who they are. Sucks, but I'm 100% behind Scott and Ron. They deserve to have the marriage and rights everyone else has. 

I'd also like to talk about an occurence that took place not too far from me. Just outside Cleveland, a young man who was transgender was killed. Why? So far, there's been no reason, but the prevailing thought is because he was transgender. I've always been of the opinion that we have to be who we are and shouldn't have to hide who we are just to fit in. It's sad that this young man was punished for who he was. I hope this doesn't happen to anyone else. Sucks. But you're taking part in this hop, too, so let's all shout it to the rooftops, no more hate!

Now, part of this hop involves prizes! What's the prize you can earn here? A pdf of Permanent, my MM romance from Total-E-Bound. What do you have to do? Easy. Comment on this post. You need to leave an email and your name in your comment so I can get in touch with you if you win. That gets you one entry. Want more entries? Follow the blog. Follow me on twitter. Friend me on facebook. Oh and sign up for the newsletter. That's five chances to win. You don't have to do all five, but hey, more chances are good. Grin. The contest ends on the 27th of May and a winner will be announced on the 28th on this very blog and I'll email the winner as well.

Thanks for stopping by! Here's the link to the main hop page if you get lost or want to continue hopping. 



Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Shira Anthony's Prelude!




I got to sit down with Shira Anthony and talk about her newest book, Prelude. Let's get started with the interview! Where are you from?

I grew up in Cleveland, Ohio, and when I sang opera professionally, I lived in New York City.  I’ve been living in the South for more than ten years now, first in Memphis, Tennessee, and now in Raleigh, North Carolina.  I also lived in France (in the Alps) as a teenager and I write about that experience in some of my books.


Very cool. I'm in Ohio. Tell us your latest news?


I just published my seventh book with Dreamspinner Press last week!  Prelude is the fourth book in my Blue Notes Series of classical music themed gay romances.  It’s a “spinoff” series, so each book can be read in any order, although the secondary characters in one book will show up as main characters in another.

I just found out that Blue Notes, the first book in the series, will be translated into Italian and French!  I can’t tell you how exciting that is for me, since I speak both languages (I’m better at French, but studied Italian for my opera career). 


That's awesome! Do you have a specific writing style?


I think my writing style changes somewhat depending on the sub-genre I’m writing.  I just finished a manuscript for a fantasy story about mermen shifters (to be released by Dreamspinner Press in August or September of this year) called “Stealing the Wind.”  It was the first fantasy novel I’ve written, and I’d just come off of writing half a dozen contemporary romances.  While I think you can recognize all of my books as being written by Shira, the fantasy romances have a different “feel” to them—a bit more formal than my contemporaries, heavier on plot and less character focused.

So what is “Shira’s style?”  Definitely romantic, but clean.  Straightforward.  Heavier on dialogue than narrative, I tend to write very visually.  I imagine a scene in my mind and then translate what I “see” onto paper.  As a former musician (opera singer), I’m also very auditory.  So my writing tends to describe sounds in detail.


Nice! How did you come up with the title?


Prelude, co-authored with the lovely Venona Keyes, is part of my Blue Notes classical music series, so as with the other books in the series, I wanted there to be a musical tie-in.  Prelude fits perfectly, because it’s a prequel of sorts to the other three books in the series.  The main characters in Prelude, conductor David Somers and violinist Alex Bishop, appear in all three previous books.


How much of the book is realistic?


As with all romances, some of Prelude is pure fantasy:  musicians at the top of their careers with an international following, Chicago penthouse apartments with a view of Lake Michigan, the heir to a Wall Street fortune who cares nothing for business but lives for music.  But there’s realism in Prelude as well.  Beneath the high-flying careers are two very real men who have loved and lost much in their lives. 

David, the conductor, lost his parents at a young age and was raised by his grandfather, a man whose temper could reduce even the strongest men to a puddle of insecurity.  David’s gay, but he marries his best friend, a woman who becomes his guide through the discomfort of social occasions.  When she dies, he locks his heart away and surrounds it with a façade of strength.  But underneath, he’s an insecure and lonely man.  Alex, the violinist, grew up on the gritty Chicago streets after running away from his foster placement.  But in spite of his tough childhood, Alex is warm and open-hearted.

Prelude is about letting go and learning to love—both very real challenges for human beings.


What is your favorite character you’ve written (published or not)? Why?


Hands down, David Somers in Prelude is my favorite character.  He’s ultra-talented and apparently in charge of his life, but underneath he’s a mess.  His warm and romantic heart has been hidden away for years.

Why do I love David so much?  I guess it’s more that I loved writing David.  He’s such a complex and multi-faceted character.  And although I struggled to pin him down while writing Prelude, it was a joy when it all finally fell into place!  Complex characters are by far the hardest and the most rewarding to write.


Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

The entire Blue Notes Series has bits and pieces of Shira’s life in it.  From Jason Greene’s background (growing up in France as a teenager) in Blue Notes, to Aiden Lind’s operatic career and struggles with long-distance relationships in Aria, I’ve written what I know.  No, I’m not a gay man.  No, I never had the kind of careers some of my protagonists have.  But the soul of the musicians in the books is in part my own soul and based on my own life as a musician (violinist and later opera singer).


What are your current projects?


I’m always juggling several projects.  At the moment, I’m finishing up the fifth book in the Blue Notes Series, Encore.  And is it a challenge!  The story spans nearly 40 years, from when the two main characters meet in high school in the early 1970s until present day.  The book also picks up threads from some of the other books in the series, including Prelude.

I’m also working on the next book in my merman/shifter series, Into the Wind.  These books are sequel series, and unlike Blue Notes, need to be read in order.  The story is a fantasy set on an Earth-like planet in the Age of Sail and is a romantic adventure with lots of mysteries.  And mermen sex.  Yes.  It’s a bit smuttier than my contemporary romances—the first book in the series starts with an MMM ménage, although the book itself is strictly an MM pairing.
 
How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

Prelude is my 8th published book.  Seven of those are with Dreamspinner Press and are gay (MM) romances.  The first was a smutty self-published heterosexual romance set on the high seas and featuring lots of sex and pirates called, From the Depths.  It’s available on Amazon.

I’m torn when it comes to choosing a favorite.  Of my published stories, it’s a toss-up between The Melody Thief and Prelude.  Both are books in the Blue Notes Series.


Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?


The one thing that’s really worked for me?  Feedback and constructive criticism.  But let’s face it, criticism can really sting.  I ask my beta readers (they are all wonderful writers in their own right) for honest, straight-forward critiques.  And yes, it does sting sometimes, but the end result is that I’m a far better writer now than when I first started out.  And wouldn’t you rather have a friend tell you where you went wrong than read it in a review of your book after it’s published?  Honest. Complete. Criticism.
  Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

I hear from readers regularly in reviews, of course.  But as I’ve become more established in my writing career, I’ve begun to hear more directly from readers in emails and on Facebook and Twitter.  I love it when a reader takes the time to contact me directly and tell me what they enjoyed about one of my books!  Much as I appreciate editorial reviews of my stories, there’s nothing that compares to that kind of reader feedback.

I’ve gotten emails from gay men who have thanked me for writing stories that feature “real men.”  I’ve gotten emails from readers who told me they’ve cried at the end of my books (men and women).  I’ve gotten emails from other musicians and/or former musicians who have thanked me for writing stories that they can connect to.  Even better, I’ve gotten emails from non-musicians who loved my music-themed books and “got” them even though they had no musical background whatsoever.


Thanks, Megan, for letting me ramble on about my writing!  For everyone reading this, please be sure to leave a comment and you’ll be entered in the Blue Notes Blog Tour drawings.  Prizes include winner’s choice of a paperback or ebook of one of the Blue Notes novels as well as a Blue Notes Series t-shirt (winner’s choice of cover) at the end of the Blue Notes blog tour.  I’ll be drawing winners at the end of the blog tour. -Shira

No problem! Glad to have you here!!

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Prelude  by Shira Anthony

  World-renowned conductor David Somers never wanted the investment firm he inherited from his domineering grandfather. He only wanted to be a composer. But no matter how he struggles, David can’t translate the music in his head into notes on paper.

When a guest violinist at the Chicago Symphony falls ill, David meets Alex Bishop, a last-minute substitute. Alex’s fame and outrageous tattoos fail to move David. Then Alex puts bow to string, and David hears the brilliance of Alex’s soul.

David has sworn off relationships, believing he will eventually drive away those he loves, or that he'll lose them as he lost his wife and parents. But Alex is outgoing, relaxed, and congenial—everything David is not—and soon makes dents in the armor around David's heart. David begins to dream of Alex, wonderful dreams full of music. Becoming a composer suddenly feels attainable.

David’s fragile ego, worn away by years of his grandfather’s disdain, makes losing control difficult. When David’s structured world comes crashing down, his fledgling relationship with Alex is the first casualty. Still, David hears Alex’s music, haunting and beautiful. David wants to love Alex, but first he must find the strength to acknowledge himself.

NOTE: Each Blue Notes novel is a standalone story and books in the series can be read in any order.

Want to buy the Blue Notes Series books? You can find them all here: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=54_673  
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In her last incarnation, Shira Anthony was a professional opera singer, performing roles in such operas as Tosca, Pagliacci, and La Traviata, among others. She’s given up TV for evenings spent with her laptop, and she never goes anywhere without a pile of unread M/M romance on her Kindle.

Shira is married with two children and two insane dogs, and when she’s not writing, she is usually in a courtroom trying to make the world safer for children. When she’s not working, she can be found aboard a 35’ catamaran at the Carolina coast with her favorite sexy captain at the wheel. 


Shira can be found on:
Facebook: 
https://www.facebook.com/shira.anthony
Goodreads: 
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4641776.Shira_Anthony
Twitter: @WriterShira
Website: 
http://www.shiraanthony.com
E-mail: 
shiraanthony@hotmail.com

How about an excerpt? Sure!!


Chapter Five
“Maestro Somers,” Paulette Pyée said as she leaned forward to kiss David on the cheeks in the French custom. “I’m so glad you could make it tonight.”
“The pleasure is mine, ma chère.” David handed her his coat, which one of the servers took with a nod. “And I can’t thank you enough for offering the studio up as a symphony benefit.”
“You know I’d do anything for you, David,” she replied. “Besides, I have ulterior motives. I thought I might be able to interest you in another piece for your apartment.”
“Perhaps a small painting for the hallway. It’s been looking a bit bare.” In truth, he wasn’t particularly interested in purchasing more art for the penthouse, but Paulette had graciously offered to donate 10 percent of the profits from the open house to the CSO, and he could well afford to purchase something himself.
“We have some fabulous artists showcased,” she cooed as she led him over to the bar. “I’m sure we’ll find something perfect for you.
“Sazerac,” she told the bartender.
“You remembered.” David touched her lightly on the forearm and smiled.
“Of course.” Slipping into French, she continued, “A good host always remembers a favorite guest’s preferences.”
“You’re too kind.”
“For you,” she said as she took his arm, “I’d do just about anything. You know how I adored Helena. Now if I could only find you someone who could take care of you as well as she did—”
“Mademoiselle Pyée,” one of the gallery assistants interrupted, “I need you to make sure the canapés are all right. They mixed up the order, and it seems they’re shrimp instead of scallops.”
Paulette shook her head and gave David an apologetic smile. “We’ll speak later, David,” she told him. “In the meantime, I suggest you start with the red room. There are a few pieces there that might suit your tastes. I’ll find you later.”
“Of course,” David said, silently relieved not to be forced to discuss his personal life. She smiled once more before she left the room.
David sipped his drink. It wasn’t half bad, with just a hint of licorice from the absinthe. Leave it to Paulette to make sure the caterer had Sazerac whiskey on hand, with its whisper notes of cinnamon, vanilla, and honey. No doubt she had ordered it with him in mind. He’d make a point to thank her again later.
The gallery was beginning to fill with people. Built on the upper floor of a reclaimed warehouse, it was divided into spacious rooms by walls that reached only to about two-thirds of the way to the high ceilings. The original wooden floors had been sanded but retained their mottled, worn quality, and the outer walls of the freestanding rooms were painted in vibrant hues, in sharp contrast to the ecru walls where the artwork was hung. Benches of brushed aluminum covered in sleek leather were scattered in the middle of the rooms, leaving plenty of space for patrons to mill about.
The red room toward the back of the gallery housed the more unusual pieces, as well as the most expensive. On the way, David greeted a number of symphony benefactors, as well as local celebrities and politicians. Paulette’s openings, especially those held in early winter, were always well attended. David came here first with his wife long before he moved to the area to take the job with the CSO. After her death, he’d tried to avoid the gallery, but he knew he could not: Paulette’s regulars were also symphony patrons.
“You will attend the party,” he could almost hear his grandfather say when, at fifteen, he’d asked if he could go to the movies with friends instead of yet another party. He had despised the large gatherings held at his grandparents' estate—they were more business than social occasions.
Strange, how he still remembered his mother tucking him into bed on the night of just such a party. He’d been three or four at the time, and he’d wanted to go downstairs to meet the guests. “You really aren’t missing anything,” Caroline Hayden Somers had told him as she pulled the covers over his shoulders and kissed him on the forehead. “Someday, you’ll long for the days when you could run around the gardens or go swimming in the lake.” He could still imagine her scent—freesia and lilies—and the softness of her lips pressed to his forehead.
“But I want to go with you,” he’d protested.
She’d been right. When he finally was old enough to attend the gala celebrations, he’d quickly realized they were less than satisfying. She, too, disliked parties and was happier to spend time in the tiny rose garden behind the guesthouse. Her sanctuary. Sometimes he wished he had a place he could go where he could just be himself. The closest thing to that garden he’d ever known was the studio in his apartment. Lately, however, he felt none of the peace there that his mother had found among the flowers and trees.
A hand brushed his arm and he pushed the memory away, greeting a symphony patron with his usual polite charm. He stopped several more times to chat with other guests, finally reaching the red room half an hour later.
The room was crowded. Servers circulated with champagne and hors d’oeuvres on silver trays, the scent of expensive perfume mingling with the smell of the food. One of the paintings by the back corner caught his eye, and he moved through the room, making sure to greet some of the guests on his way and thank them for coming out to support the symphony. The painting was rectangular, modern, done in pastels. The description of the piece said it was a depiction of Lake Michigan, although there was little recognizable other than the multicolored hues of the Chicago sunrise. It was more a blur of color, a hint of the original. He stood, staring at it, for several uninterrupted minutes. He decided he would buy it, but not for the hallway, for his practice studio—the place in his home in which he spent most of his waking hours. Inspiration, perhaps, for an as-yet-unwritten composition.
As if. How many times had he hoped for that elusive inspiration? And yet each piece he’d written had been as flat and unremarkable as all the rest. No, his grandfather had been right. Conducting was a far more appropriate career. His overwhelming success was proof enough and his abysmal failures as a composer more so. Still, he’d purchase the painting. It would look lovely hanging over the table near the piano.
Determined to let Paulette know of his interest, he turned to leave the room and nearly walked headlong into another guest.
“Maestro Somers?”
“Mr. Bishop.” Alex Bishop was the last person he’d expected to see. He’d spent the better part of three days trying to contact the man’s agent and had been left utterly frustrated by the effort.
“Please,” Bishop said, offering his hand, “call me Alex.”
“Alex.”
“May I call you David?” Bishop gripped his hand and flashed him a warm smile.
“Of course.” Alex's comfortable familiarity rattled him. Seeing him here, in such an intimate venue, caught David off guard. Not that he’d show it. He was far too well trained in handling just such awkward situations. He’d be pleasant, polite, and then he’d excuse himself to find Paulette.
Alex gestured to the painting David had been admiring. “It’s beautiful,” he said, turning to face it. David couldn’t help but notice that Alex was dressed quite well in a fitted button-down shirt with narrow stripes, a pair of well-tailored wool trousers, and a slim tie. As before, David could see a hint of ink at the other man’s throat. For a moment, he found himself wondering what the tattoos looked like without the shirt.
“I’m considering purchasing it.” David hadn’t intended to admit this.
Alex shifted slightly on his feet and gestured to the small piece of paper that described the painting. “I’m afraid you’re too late.”
David hadn’t seen the silver mark at the bottom. “It’s sold,” he said, doing his best to mask a frown.
Alex appeared to have guessed at David’s disappointment. “Selena has several other pieces in the show. Similar. You should check them out.” When David said nothing, Alex continued, “She’s a good friend of mine. Just sold several of her paintings to a collector who’s commissioned three more. She’ll be having her own show here in a few months. Paulette can’t stop gushing about her.”
Alex knew Paulette? And he knew the artist? “I’ll take a look.” Then, deciding he was already irritated and had nothing to lose, David added, “And perhaps when you have a chance, you can speak to your”—he tried not to grit his teeth—“agent. Mr. Sykes doesn’t appear to be interested in giving me the courtesy of returning my calls.” If it had been up to him, David wouldn’t have called after the first fiasco, but several other association members had called to ask about Alex making a return appearance, and he’d finally given in.
Alex looked genuinely mortified. “I… I’m really sorry about that. Ken is—well, I’m not sure how to put it—a handful? I’ll make sure he calls you.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“No problem.” Alex snagged a champagne flute from a passing server and took a hasty drink. “And if there’s anything I can do to accommodate the CSO’s schedule, I’d be happy to. I really enjoyed the other night.”
David looked down at his drink, then swallowed the remainder faster than he’d meant to. The tension in his neck abated with the alcohol. He couldn’t help but think he should leave, maybe find Paulette—anything but stand here trying to converse with Alex. Instead, he did something he hadn’t intended. “How was your get-together after the concert?”
Alex appeared buoyed by David’s question. “It was great. Low-key. Just a few friends. I’m sure your donors’ party was far more interesting. Someone from the symphony association—Doris Pinkley-something, was it?—called my agent to invite me. I didn’t get the message until the next day. I’m sorry I missed it.”
“Doris Pinchley-Bates. And don’t think twice about it. I’m sure if you do perform with the symphony again, she’ll make sure you know about her shindig well in advance.” Why was he trying to assuage Alex’s guilt? Surely he didn’t really care that he’d missed the party. And yet there was something about Alex Bishop that made David wonder if he’d underestimated the man yet again.
“Thanks. I try to go to those things.” Alex ran a hand through his hair and the corners of his mouth edged upward. “Not that I like them all that much,” he added. “But I understand how important they are. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
David felt his cheeks warm, but passed it off as just the alcohol and the crowded room. For the first time, he realized Alex was wearing his hair down. Long enough that it skirted his upper back, it fell over his shoulders in a cascade, layers curling just slightly at the ends. A hint of a melody flickered through David’s mind, then fled. “I really should be going,” he said, deciding it was time to move on, perhaps get another drink.
“I’m sorry.” Alex offered him a charming smile. “I’ve been monopolizing you. This is your fundraiser, after all.”
“I don’t mind.” It was the truth. In fact, he realized he minded Alex’s company far less than any of the other guests’. He had almost enjoyed it.
He’s right, though. You need to be circulating. He nodded at Alex, who smiled again and turned to leave.
“Mr. Bishop… Alex?”
“Yes?”
David reached into his pocket and handed Alex a business card. “If you don’t mind, would you ask Mr. Sykes to call me? It’d go a long way to placating the symphony association if we could schedule you for next season. This is my home number.”
Alex took the card and their fingers brushed. “I’ll make sure he calls you. And I apologize again for any inconvenience.”
“It’s not a problem,” David heard himself say. What was it about this man that had him forgetting the wasted time spent on the phone? “Enjoy your evening, Alex.”
“You too.”

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Hump Day Humps ~ Permanent!

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It's Hump Day Hump time and my hump is a fun one!! Yeah! Check out more here. And now for mine from Permanent!


Permanent by Megan Slayer
M/M, BDSM, Anal Sex, Toys, Voyeurism
Contemporary Novella
Total-E-Bound
Sometimes love just ain’t enough...
River Cortland trusted the person he loved. His faith couldn’t protect him from the bitter sting of a cold-hearted Domme. If he’s going to learn to trust again, he’s got to deal with his past. His roommate and best friend, Tory, has seen the physical damage and hasn’t walked away. Can he deal with the emotional scars as well?
Tory McClellan wanted the carefree life...until one night with River changed everything. There’s more to the shy art teacher and Tory wants to know everything-how he tastes, the scent of his skin, the feel of his body as they make love. What terror lies behind River’s brown eyes? Better yet, how can Tory make the sadness go away and be in River’s life, permanently?
Reader Advisory: This story contains flashbacks of a rape, anal sex, light bondage and spanking.
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And now for that Hump!!

River smiled at Tory as he unbuttoned his jeans. River had dreamt of swallowing Tory’s cock, of taking him deep in his mouth and loving him until they both lost control. River worked Tory’s pants and boxers down his hips, relishing the sight of his dick. Talk about gorgeous. If Tory gave up television to model nude, he’d be a millionaire. River licked his lips, unsure of where to start.
“No more teasing. I want to feel your piercing sliding up and down my cock.” The words came out in a husky growl. “River…”
River grinned again and took Tory as far as he could into his mouth. The man felt like velvet-covered steel and tasted of spice. River groaned and stroked Tory’s sac, searching for his asshole. Oh yeah, he wanted Tory McClellan to remember his name. If things continued to improve and heat up, maybe he’d even convince Tory to pose nude for him.
After sex.
River pumped Tory’s cock, taking him deep and using suction as he withdrew. Tory’s hips bucked under River’s ministrations. “Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck.”
River released Tory’s cock long enough to spit on his fingers. He had no idea if Tory would enjoy the double action, but hey…never let it be said River wasn’t up for a challenge. River eased one slick digit into the pucker of Tory’s ass, stroking the tense ring of muscle as he mouth-fucked Tory’s cock.
“River!” Tory slammed into his mouth, pushing River to take him to the limit. A tiny part of River wanted to back away. This is my best friend, not a fly-by-night boyfriend. He said he’d experimented, but for all I know, he’s not gay. The better part of River wanted to hold on to whatever he could.
Tory’s panted breaths blotted out River’s rational thought. River needed Tory to take him, to own him.
“Fuck, River.” Tory’s eyes closed and he jerked forward. Hot seed spilled onto River’s tongue and down his throat—salty and a little sweet. Pure heaven. Tory added a couple of extra thrusts and released his grip on River’s head.
River sucked on his bottom lip, licking every last drop of Tory. They’d walked the edge…too damn close to falling off.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Racing Quotes of the Week!

It's time for those wacky, crazy quotes of the week!!

"...giving him a good ride..."

Hee hee. I hope he liked it!

"...go lower across both transitions..."

Sounds like a plan to me.

"...race entry..."

Does that mean they are racing to get in? Hinky!

"...fearless in the middle..."

Works for me!

"...max move..."

He's in control.

"...tight off..."

Then did he get off?

"...3.5 second lead from the foursome..."

Are they running? Or trying to catch him?

"...who he's got behind him--that's what's going to work for or against him..."

Kinky.

And now for the DOOZY of the Week:

"...stay in line or the line won't work..."

Very true. 

I hope you found the quotes fun! More next week!



Thursday, May 9, 2013

Rob and Lou's Wild Weekends by Victoria Blisse



My dear friend, Victoria Blisse, has penned a fantastic novella that should be right up your kinky fancy. Check out Rob and Lou's Wild Weekends!

Robert Nimble is thirty-five years old, he’s tech support for a large Internet host, and loves to play computer games to relax. He’s married to Louise Nimble, who’s a child minder, and a year younger than her husband. She bakes to unwind. Taking the old adage that stressed is desserts spelt backwards to heart.

Robert and Louise are more often known by the shortenings of their names—Rob and Lou. They’ve been married for ten years and have two children: Connor, who is six, and Elizabeth, who’s four.  They live in a terraced house in a suburban outskirt of Manchester. As a family, they enjoy their yearly week-long holiday to Scarborough, and visits to the cinema to watch films that the kids and adults giggle at in equal measure.  In the school holidays, they’ll often be found in museums and parks, enjoying the culture and the beauty of Britain.

They’re a smiley family, although Rob can get grumpy when his tech genius isn’t taken seriously enough, and Lou may have the patience of a saint with children, but more than two hours with her in-laws has her pulling out her hair. The children are mostly well-behaved, with an inclination to the curious, and the mischief that goes hand in hand with that. If they do run into the back of your legs, or scare you with their latest pet insect, they will apologise politely and you’re likely to instantly forgive them.

This book is not about the day-to-day life of this family, but those weekends and rare occasions that Lou and Rob get some time to themselves to indulge their sensual natures. Rob enjoys seeing his darling wife in very little clothing, and likes to indulge in intricate and imaginative role plays. Lou enjoys a bit of spanking, some domination, and bondage. She wouldn’t say she was into BDSM, per se; she just likes to dip a toe in the shallow end of that particularly pervy pond.  They both like to flirt with erotic danger, playing about in public places in hopes of possibly being caught.

Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends are just that, so hold on and enjoy the ride.


Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends.

Hold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.
Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.
Includes a bonus short story Damsel in Distress and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.

Buy links and more info: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/rob-lous-wild-weekends

Individual Buy links:
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/313229
Amazon.co.uk  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00CNZCBQQ/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=sexy00-21
Amazon.comhttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CNZCBQQ/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=sexy00-21
All Romance Ebooks https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-roblou039swildweekends-1190226-149.html?referrer=9d8e54f3ce71ca2554b388837ebb07e6

And now for a hot Excerpt:


Rob and Lou’s Domestic Discipline

It was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the anticipation in moments like this.
Inside was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love hearts.
Wear this tonight and only this xxx
PS Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry.
I recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty lips, and I had to pull him up on it.
“No, Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to pinnies. I can’t help it.”
“Pinnies?” I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re turned on by tiny little aprons?”
“Yes.” He nodded solemnly.  “It’s a terrible affliction.”
“What’s your favourite kind?”
“White ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously.
That night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter, the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled.
“You watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him, my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it. How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.”
I still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I continued my story through groans of pleasure.
“You spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley, the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.”
My words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for Valentine’s, that’s what he could have.

Award Winning Rosy,Raunchy Romance! 

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Hump Day Humps ~ Hard to Resist!

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Hard to Resist by Megan Slayer
Sequel to Valentine’s in the Club 

Shara Azod Publishing
Contemporary, erotic, M/F

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Could the worst day of her life really be the best thing to ever happen to a girl?

Lacey Carmona loves the nightlife. Carefree and happy, she excels in her accounting job at her brother’s club, Club56. One night compromised by lies changes her whole life. Add in an overprotective older brother, and things are bound to get a whole lot worse. She’s not looking for a man, not even the one guy who embodies every one of her fantasies. She helped create the situation, and she’ll work it out—on her own. Too bad Chris Welch is so hard to resist.
Sometimes the best-laid plans need a little tweaking into something more irresistible.

EXCERPT:
“I got myself into this... I’ll get myself out.” Lacey Carmona crossed her legs and curled up on the hood of her car. The overcast sky mirrored her mood. Crappy. The chill seeped to her bones. She’d done a foolish thing by trusting Tate, but they’d been involved. He’d claimed he’d never lie to her.
Bullshit.
He’d lied, big time.
Now she had to deal with the consequences. She mashed the piece of paper in her hand. The words burned into her brain. Pregnant. Two months along. Pre-natal vitamins. She trembled and closed her eyes. Sitting outside the club wouldn’t help her tell her older brother, but then again going inside wouldn’t make explaining much easier.
Footsteps crunched on the pavement behind her. She opened her eyes, then glanced over her shoulder. Chris Welch, the head bouncer, aka the man who embodied sex on legs, strolled over to where she sat. His black T-shirt molded to his chest, giving her more than a tease as to how much time he spent at the gym. Despite her depressed mood, her pussy quivered. She shouldn’t be thinking about him—or any man--right now, but with him looking so fine, so hard to resist...looking away wasn’t going to happen.
“Hiya, Lace. What’s happen—” He didn’t finish his question. Instead he perched on the leading edge of the hood and wrapped an arm around her. “You’re not okay. Want to talk? I can tell Trip you need a couple hours off. He owes me.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here.” She rested her head on his sculpted shoulder, basking in the warmth of his embrace and the easy way he held her tight. “I’m scared.”
“About what, Lace? Tell me. I’m here for you.”
She’d have to tell someone sooner or later. “Remember Tate Blauser?”
“Your boyfriend.”
“Ex.” She sighed and sat up straight. “We split over a month ago. I caught him with another girl in his bed. Things were already so bad between us. Leaving him didn’t hurt. But his parting gift isn’t as...nice.”
“What’d he do?” Chris leaned forward and met her gaze. “If he hurt you, I will kick his ass.”
She’d never noticed the flecks of sapphire and jade in his blue eyes, but up close, the color variations stood out well. A girl could lose herself in eyes like his. Hell, she wanted to.
“He lied to me. Said he’d used a condom. I was on the pill. Somehow something went wrong.” Her voice caught and she couldn’t breathe. “I’ve been throwing up, and my period hasn’t come for two months. I went to my gynecologist.”
“And?” He slipped her hand into his and stroked her knuckles with his thumb.
“I’m pregnant.” The words tumbled out too fast, and the tears slipped down her cheeks even faster. “Trip will kill me. He told me not to get involved with Tate, and he’s not going to let me live this down.”
“Because of an accident?” Chris stood at his full height, then wrapped both arms around her. “He’s not that much of an ass.”
“Have you met him? He’s so overprotective, it’s crazy.” She wiped her cheeks and gasped. From her head to her toes, she trembled. Nothing cut her deeper than having to talk to her brother.
“I’m pretty overprotective, too.” He tipped her chin, looking her in the eye. “I’ll help you.”
“Why? You’re my friend, sure, but you’ve got a girlfriend. Won’t Missy be upset?”
“Missy is my sister. You saw her here at the club because she wanted to dance and meet people. But mostly so I could keep an eye on her.” He rested his forehead on hers. “I’m not afraid of your brother. He’s big and loud, but he doesn’t scare me.”
“You’re nuts.” He had to be. They knew each other from the club and talked from time to time, but to jump in and help her during her time of need? Come on. “I’ll just tell Trip. What’s the worst he can do? Disown me?” She’d gotten herself into the predicament, she’d get herself out.
“People have called me all sorts of things, but that’s the first time someone called me nuts.” He rubbed her shoulders. “What do you want to do?”
“He’ll kill me. I’m the baby. I’m not allowed to screw up. If I tell him it’s Tate’s... At least he likes you.”
“Whatever you want to tell him, I’ll back you up. How about we’ve been dating for two months and we’ve had a happy accident?”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Lace, I already like you. Maybe this is our chance to see if this friendship we share is meant to be something more.”
“You’re a crazy knight in shining armor.” She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. Maybe they could be more.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Cover Faery Visited Again!

She visited me again! And she was sooo nice! Check out the new cover for my 1Night Stand, Everything He Wants!



Monday, May 6, 2013

Racing Quotes of the Week!

Talladega always equals fun, excitement, crashes and some really off the wall comments. Here are some of my favorites.


“...go to the back or stay up front – where do you go...”
This is a fun question. Depends on the mood.
“...rubbed wrong on the right rear...”
Uh-oh. That sounds bad.
“...jumping ahead of the line...”
Naughty. Should wait your turn!
“...stayed near the front...”
Must’ve wanted to see where he’s going.
“...she just aimed for the right hole...”
That’s a loaded statement. Must’ve been wearing a strap-on.
“...how she survived that, I have no idea...”
A lot of luck.

Doozy of the Week - seriously...take out of context, this is bad. :-)
“...really poor job of putting it in the right spot...”
Snicker. And they get away with saying that on television.