Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Series Highlight: Lust at First Sight Plus a Giveaway!

The Idea: I love reading about first time meeting between hot guys in m/m. I love that initial attraction they have when they first see and interact with each other. I think it's sexy and hot to be brutally honest. So when brainstorming one day, I thought about writing a series of shots about just that! Each installment is completely standalone. Each chronicles a couples first meeting and what comes after. You can use your imagination there! So far there are three short stories with more to come. This isn't instalove either. Not that I mind instalove. I think in the right story with right characters it works. This is lust first and foremost. The love comes later. 

Two people will win a copy of Nick & Matchim(Lust at First Sight 3). All you need to do is leave a comment with your email address so I can contact you. 

Check out the blurbs below for each. The series is available from Evernight Publishing, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance, and Barnes and Noble.

Sean & Toby: 

First time meetings can lead to many things, but when you meet the one guy you're automatically attracted to—the chemistry sizzles. Strangers or not, it doesn't matter. It's lust at first sight and anything's game...

Sean's mundane job at a call center leads him to make some changes in his routine life. Getting fit is one of his goals and after joining a local gym, he meets cute and twinky Toby.

Toby nearly knocks the breath out of Sean with not only his cute looks, but also his wit and charm. Their attraction to each other is instant and Sean can't stop thinking about Toby and his perfect butt. 

Things quickly heat up between them, but Toby isn't who Sean thought he was. Looks can be very deceiving. There's another side to Toby's personality. Sean's definitely met his match!

Tyler & Marco: 

First time meetings can lead to many things, but when you meet the one guy you're automatically attracted to—the chemistry sizzles. Strangers or not, it doesn't matter. It's lust at first sight and anything's game...

Shy and socially awkward Tyler has been watching the construction site across from his house secretly lusting for the hot guys that work there, but when he finally comes face to face with the hot and sexy Italian, Marco, it's lust at first sight! Marco is everything Tyler has ever dreamed of in a man, and his complete opposite in every way possible.

Marco's life is all about hard work. From the moment he left home just after high school, he'd forged his own way in the world without ever knowing real love. But when he meets the cute guy who lives across the street from his work, he instantly feels something sizzling between them. But Marco isn't out and not sure if he's ready to tell the world he's gay, or even his own family.

Both guys yearn for something more in life and after a couple rounds of hot sex, and another chance meeting, they come to see that possibly there is something more between them than just lust.

Nick & Matchim:

First time meetings can lead to many things, but when you meet the one guy you're automatically attracted to—the chemistry sizzles. Strangers or not, it doesn't matter. It's lust at first sight and anything's game...

Stuck in a world full of cannibalistic corpses after a mysterious flu-like virus kills off the majority of the world's population, Nick Sparrow has learned to survive in a world where the dead outnumber the living.

Matchim Chase has been surviving on his own for the past couple of weeks. When he's suddenly surrounded by a horde of zombies, he's thankful to have a handsome stranger come to his rescue.

Holed up together in a motel room and subsequently in an abandoned house, the connection they form is instant. They find what they need in each other. In a world torn apart they come together sharing their pasts and hopes for the future. Living in the moment is all they have because tomorrow might never come.


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

What do you like in a romance?

Sitting at my computer today, I was thinking about plot-lines for future stories. I write pretty much everything(MM,MMM,MFM,MMF,MF). Like everyone, I have my likes and dislikes though which I have outlined below:

-Weak females/men. I really dislike female/male characters who only have one purpose in life which is to please their man.
-Alpha Assholes: To me there is a fine line between alpha and asshole. So many books cross that line into an area that makes me wonder why these women/men fall for these guys who treat them like crap. What is that all about?
-Great dialogue. If it's funny and witty, I love it. Flat and unrealistic is a turn off for me. 
-An author writing about something they know nothing about. It really does show at times.
-Strong independent woman/men.
-Good sex scenes. I admire any author that can write a sex scene that takes me into the story.
-Great dialogue. If it's funny and witty, I love it. Flat and unrealistic is a turn off for me. 
-Original plots. 

So, what are your likes and dislikes? What's hot for you as a reader? What's the current trends in romance? I admit to being bad for now keeping up with the what's what. I'm interested in knowing what you think. 


Sunday, June 22, 2014

Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition Giveaway

To celebrate the release of my story, Business or Pleasure in this great anthology, I'm giving away two e copies! All you need to do to enter is leave your email address in a comment. Also reviews are much appreciated. Thanks and good luck. The contest ends in one week.

Blurb: Unleash your naughty side with Evernight’s Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology… 

These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these seven stories have it all. 
Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!
Note: The anthology is one sale at Amazon, All Romance, Barnes & Noble, and Bookstrand for anyone who wants to purchase it.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

When You Least Expect It Giveaway!

To help promote my latest release with Siren Publishing, I'm giving away two e-copies. The winners will be chosen on the day of release which is the 21st! Winners will be contacted through email. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment along with your email address. Good luck!

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Burb: [Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, foot fetish, HEA]
Danny Lyon has never had much luck at romance. After a failed relationship drives him from his hometown, he finds his way into the city only to discover that life doesn't often turn out how you'd like.
Working at a strip club, The Treasure Chest certainly isn't his dream job, but it pays well. Everything is going along fine until he meets Terrence LeBrec, an older man who shows up one night out of the blue. Terrence is rich, laid back, and as the chemistry between them erupts, it also surprises Danny that he's attracted to a man who otherwise isn't his type.
Terrence only went to The Treasure Chest to pass away time. He never expected to meet anyone, but when Danny takes the stage, he's totally taken with the young man who he knows nothing about. He has to meet him. There's something definitely between them. Terrence can't deny it. They have a connection that he can't let go. One hookup leads him to want more.
It doesn't take a lot of time for Danny to realize how different their lives really are. Why would a guy like Terrence who has everything going for him be interested in a guy like him? It doesn't make sense. They come from different worlds—perhaps too different.
Will what brought them together tear them apart? They're opposites in every way possible. Will love conquer all?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Excerpt: He’d had his share of hot guys, but each always came with a hefty price tag. Terrence could easily afford them since money wasn’t an issue. He could afford to support a dozen rent boys if he wanted to. Yet, here he was on a Friday night, alone, gawking at some guy who was at least ten years his junior or more.
Terrence finished the last of his beer. He glanced at his watch. It was a little past midnight. The smart thing to do would be to head home and get a good night’s sleep. The bad thing would be to stay and keep drinking. He decided to stay.

* * * *

Danny readjusted himself and headed straight to the bar after his number ended. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but an ice-cold cola would hit the spot nicely.
“Looking good up there,” Keith, the bartender, said. He handed Danny a cola with lots of ice. Keith knew how he liked it.
A bunch of guys ogled him to his left. He glanced toward them and they giggled like a bunch of schoolgirls. “Twinks,” he muttered to Keith. “Are they even old enough to be in here?”
Keith nodded. “Barely, but yeah, they’re legal. I checked their IDs.”
Danny couldn’t risk the temptation to play it up a little bit. Plus, it was good for business to cavort with the clientele. That’s how the extra cash was made. He walked over to the group of guys. “Having fun, boys?” he asked.
“Lots,” replied a dark-haired, fair-skinned cutie in black-rimmed glasses. “You’re a great…dancer,” he stammered. His eyes strayed to Danny’s crotch. He licked his lips as a rosy glow appeared on his cheeks.
“You’re all muscles,” gushed a blond, his steely green eyes a sharp contrast to his dark, tanned skin. “I adore men with muscles. May I?” he asked, gesturing to Danny’s bulging right bicep.
“Sure thing, sexy,” Danny replied, flexing for him. “Touch away.”
“And that chest,” said a goth-looking guy, the third in the group. “A chest that begs to be stroked and worshipped.” He reached forward and ran his hands across Danny’s chest. “I’m Jax.”
“I’m Danny, boys,” he replied. With three sets of hands exploring him, he had to work his magic. Now if he could lure each of them into having a lap dance, the night would be perfect. He kept telling himself to stay focused on the money and how much he needed it.

* * * *

Terrence looked on with much amusement. It was the cute dancer, the one who grabbed his interest, now surrounded by a bunch of horny guys. This was better than any show onstage.
“And how are you?”
Terrence turned to see another dancer standing next to his table. “I’m good, and yourself?” He wasn’t interested in getting an answer, but it was natural for him to be polite.
“I’m great. I’m Craig. I noticed you sitting here all by your lonesome. I thought I’d offer you my company.”
The dancer was cute, but not his type. He was much too boyish-looking. “Sure, Craig. Can I get you anything from the bar?”
Craig smiled. “That’d be nice. I’ll head over and get a drink. Would you like another?”
“Sure, that’d be great.” Terrence reached into his wallet. He handed Craig a twenty. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing to the other dancer.
“That’s Danny. Cute, isn’t he?”
“He’s something,” Terrence replied.
“But I’m much more fun, trust me. I’ll get you that beer. I won’t be long.”
When Craig returned, it wasn’t long before Terrence felt Craig’s hand on his thigh. His throat went dry as he reached for his beer. It wasn’t that he didn’t find Craig slightly attractive, but Craig set off an alarm within him. This guy wasn’t looking for anything more than an easy ride.
“Like I said, I’m fun.” Craig squeezed his leg harder. “I could do so many awesome things to you. I bet you’d like that.”
“Actually, I’d like you to introduce me to Danny. That’s his name, right?”
“Danny?” Craig looked stunned, and a tad deflated. “I can do that.”
Terrence hated to slight the guy, but he wasn’t interested at all.

* * * *

“Bud over there is looking to meet you,” Craig said, tapping Danny on the shoulder.
Danny, lost in his own twink-induced dream world, turned to Craig and placed one arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Those three are so fucking cute. They want to take me home with them. All three, can you imagine that? I’d never do it, but I’m totally flattered.”
“You wouldn’t.” Craig rolled his eyes. “You being so good and all. So, dude over there wants to meet you. Best of luck.” Craig strutted off without looking back, even though Danny called out to him. He excused himself from the threesome, but promised he’d be back before the night ended.
The stranger greeted him first with a nod. He smiled as Danny approached him. “Hey, I hope you’re enjoying the show.” It was a lame attempt at breaking the ice, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“It’s great. Your dancing’s fantastic.”
The guy looked about thirty-five. His dark black hair grayed at the temples, and a five o’clock shadow adorned his square-cut jaw. He was handsome, without a doubt.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before,” Danny said.
“It’s my first time. I was passing by. I thought I’d drop in for a drink. I’m Terrence.” He extended his hand, and they shook.
“I’d like to request a private lap dance with you,” Terrence said. “I’m assuming that’s done here?”
Danny nodded. “Sure, follow me and we’ll get down to it.”
The room used for lap dances had been sectioned off from the rest of the club to allow maximum privacy. With the dimmed lighting and mood music, it served its purpose well.
“You can sit there,” Danny directed. “The rules are…well, there aren’t any, really.” He smiled. “Relax and enjoy.”
Terrence sat back and looked up at Danny. His steely gray eyes moved up and down Danny’s body. It was obvious he liked what he saw a lot.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Thrifty Me

I'll be the first to admit that me and my husband live on a tight budget. Usually this blog is all about writing. Mainly I post promo and on occasion I have guests authors on here talking about their latest releases. This post however is going to be about something non-writing related.

I love shopping at Goodwill and other thrift stores! I confess that it gives me a thrill because it's really like a treasure hunt. It's the same for me when I also shop discount stores that mainly sell what others stores could not. I also believe in recycling and up-cycling. Below are two pictures of a scrap quilt made completely of fabric scraps, and cotton items that were no longer of use. I also backed the quilt with a cotton curtain panel that I found at a thrift store.

Shopping at a dollar store this weekend past, I also found some great buys such as dish liquid for a dollar. I also purchased underwear for two dollars a pair. The funny thing was that they were better quality than two name brands I've bought in the past that fell apart at the waist shortly after!

This is more so a rambling rant. Waste not want not. That's been my motto for some time now. I'd love to hear from others on how they save money, recycle, and up-cycle. Pass those tips on!


Friday, May 16, 2014

New Cover Art

I have new cover art! I absolutely love it. The artist is Harris Channing. I think they did a wonderful job! Can you tell that I really like it? :)

Look for the first installment in my new series with Siren coming in June 2014. I'll post more info as it becomes available.


Thursday, May 15, 2014

Featuring Kaley Colter

A Fellow Siren author, Kaley Colter has a book out. Check out the blurb and give it a try. It's a guaranteed hot read!

Blurb: Ellie Matthews is a painfully shy caterer whose life has devolved since she was a teenager, when her mother died and her father abandoned her following his remarriage. She was left with no one but her controlling, manipulative stepbrother, Marcus, who has treated her like his personal slave ever since.

Now, Ellie is desperate to get out from under Marcus’s thumb. When she arrives at the engineering firm Novum Energy for a catering job, Nick Richardson, the president of the company, is all too aware of Ellie’s exploitation at the hands of her stepbrother. He is determined to help her and keep her safe. But more than that, he is determined to make her his. And he can only hope that he will be able to help her overcome her past and convince her that she belongs to him—body, heart, and soul.

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, consensual BDSM elements, spanking, sex toys, anal sex, HEA]

Story Excerpt: Calm yourself, girl.
Ellie Matthews looked down at the platters of food she was carrying, took a deep breath, straightened her back, and walked into the conference room. The meeting was apparently over, as everybody was chatting casually and leaning back in their chairs. For that, she was very thankful, because if she had walked into that room in the middle of the meeting and everybody had stopped and turned their heads to stare at her like some kind of intruder, she probably would’ve had a heart attack and fallen right down on the floor.
As she walked towards the center table, she tried her very best to avoid making eye contact with anyone, which turned out to be exceptionally difficult given the fact that she could feel several pairs of eyes staring straight at her. She cringed, knowing they were all looking her up and down. Appraising her. Determining her worth. And, of course, everybody in the room just had to be a man. There wasn’t a single woman—not one potential ally that could deflect some of the testosterone.
Why aren’t there more women in engineering? Somebody should really do something about that.
She quickly set the platters down on the table, then spun around, reminded herself that it might be inappropriate to break into a run, and walked out of the room with what she proudly considered to be a very reasonable speed. As soon as she was through the doorway and out of sight, she leaned against the wall and sighed in relief, reaching up to touch her cheeks and knowing from how warm they were that she must look extremely flushed. She winced when she thought of how all those engineers must see her—a shy little caterer who couldn’t help but blush every time she’s in their presence.
She was shy—she would give them that. But that didn’t mean she was a coward. In fact, she liked to think that she was rather feisty. A couple of her friends in high school had even called her scrappy, and she had very proudly borne that label ever since. And besides, she had never even met any of these hotshot engineers before. This was her first time catering for Novum Energy. Maybe if they hired her again, she would be more confident. Maybe they’d all take back what they initially thought of her and be amazed at how calm, cool, and collected she was. Maybe she wouldn’t even blush.
Doubt it.
Ellie sighed and made her way back to the office kitchen. When she saw her partner standing there waiting for her, clearly displeased, she smoothed her fingers over the black apron tied around her waist and tried to prepare herself for whatever complaint was coming.
“Christ, Ellie, what took you so long? It’s not that difficult of a task. You walk to the conference room. You set the platters down. You come back.”
Ellie gritted her teeth. She had to work very, very hard to restrain herself from calling him a bastard and telling him to go to hell. The unfortunate fact of the matter was that she needed him. He had paid for all the catering supplies and found them the client. That was the deal. He would set her up with the equipment she needed and advertise their business, she would prepare the food, and he would give her a cut of the money. And she needed the money. So for that reason, a mental image of decking him in the face would have to do.
“Look, Marcus, I waited outside for a minute or two because I wasn’t sure that the meeting was over. I didn’t want to interrupt. Because, I don’t know, that would be rude.”
“It doesn’t matter, Ellie. I don’t pay you to think about what would be a polite time to give the clients their food. I pay you to give them their food when I tell you to give them their food. The client requested that the food be brought into the conference room at noon. So that’s what you do. Stop being so goddamn stubborn and do what you’re told.”
Ellie dug her fingernails into her palms, furious. “Why don’t you just deliver the food yourself, then?”
Marcus folded his arms over his chest and smiled. “Because you are part of the service. My clients will come to expect their food to be delivered to them by a decent-looking woman. I like to think that they’ll appreciate it as a display of traditional gender roles. You’re the woman. You serve the food. It’s that simple.”
Ellie looked down at herself. She was wearing a red, satiny dress that fell to her mid thighs and showed an uncomfortable amount of cleavage.
“So that’s why you have me wearing this ridiculous dress?”
He smirked. “Correct.”
“I’m not a piece of meat, Marcus.”
“Oh, I beg to differ. Not the best-looking piece of meat, but a piece of meat nonetheless.”
Ellie swallowed hard and willed herself to hold back her tears.
Hold yourself together. Do not let him see you cry.
She grabbed her sweater and threw it around her shoulders. “Well, now that I’ve delivered the food I hope I’m allowed to put on a sweater and go to the bathroom.”
“Fine, go,” he said, flicking his hand at her contemptuously. “But you better be sure to return to ‘uniform’ when you go back in to collect the trays.”

Adult Excerpt: “You want it hard, don’t you?” Nick asked in that low, deep voice of his as he continued delicately kissing her breast, closer and closer to her nipple.
Ellie nodded vigorously, arching her back to force her breast harder against his mouth and crying out in frustration when he pulled his face away. But before she could even look to see what he was going to do next, he captured her nipple between his index finger and thumb and pinched hard, tearing a moan from Ellie’s lips.
He started rolling her nipple in between his fingers, and the resulting soreness was a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain that put Ellie in a frenzy. When he released her nipple, she almost descended into a panic, needing him to touch her breast, desperate to be relieved of the tight ache at the center. And then he wrapped his lips around the stiff peak and sucked hard. Ellie opened her mouth in a silent scream.
Her pussy was clamping down in a slow, steady rhythm that was making her go wild. Every time he tugged and pulled at her nipple, she felt her sex throb in response, and after a mere few moments of feeling his mouth on her breast she was so wet that her thighs were sticky with her juices.
“Please…” Ellie whispered. “I need…”
“What is it, kitten?” Nick asked, releasing her nipple from his mouth and licking the stiff peak with the flat of his tongue. Ellie moaned and squeezed her thighs together. “Your pussy’s aching, isn’t it?” Ellie nodded, biting down on her bottom lip. “You want me to get rid of the ache, don’t you baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, yes.”
Nick sat up on the bed and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs and tossing them aside. He grabbed her thighs and forced them wide apart, groaning when he looked down at her pussy.
Ellie blushed at being fully exposed beneath his gaze and tried to press her legs together, but Nick would have none of it. He held them firmly apart, barely even noticing her efforts to close them.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered.
When he let go of her legs so he could touch her pussy, Ellie reflexively clamped them shut. Nick jerked his head up and gave her a stern look.
“Spread your legs, Ellie.” She hesitated. “Now.” When she only opened them slightly, he reached out and gave her a sharp smack on the side of her ass. “Wider, Ellie.”
The way he commanded her made liquid fire shoot through her lower belly. She was hurting for his touch so badly that she abandoned her modesty and threw her legs as far apart as they would go, feeling deliciously naughty at completely baring herself under his gaze.
“That’s it, kitten,” he praised. “I’m just going to make you feel good.”
He slid his fingers between the slick folds of her pussy, and the pleasure was so intense that she almost clamped her legs shut again.
“Yes,” Ellie breathed. “Oh my God…”
She was clawing at the mattress as he continued working his fingers between her slippery folds, crying out with pleasure and begging him to keep going. She started jutting out her hips to try and force his fingers into her dripping cunt, but he made her wait longer. He was teasing her mercilessly, rubbing closer and closer around her opening until she was whimpering with need.
“I can’t take it… Please…I need it inside.”
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers, don’t you, baby?”
“How badly do you want it?”
“Real bad,” Ellie cried. She started grabbing at her nipples, desperate to ease her throbbing pussy. “Real bad. Real bad. Please, let me have it.”
Nick rammed his index finger all the way into her pussy. Ellie screamed. He pulled his finger out, added a second, and shoved both of them inside. Ellie screamed again.
She couldn’t remember anything feeling so good. Everything became fuzzy, and the only thing she could focus on was Nick’s fingers plunging violently in and out of her pussy. She wanted more, needed more, and started slamming herself down on his fingers every time he thrust them inside. She could feel something amazing building up inside her—a hot, achy pressure that she wanted to explode through her lower belly.
“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
He was finger-fucking her hard, and at a brutally fast pace. She could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing him, desperate to draw him further inside, desperate to be filled and stretched. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure, and all of a sudden felt Nick pry open her lips with his tongue and delve into her mouth. She was thrashing on the bed, moaning into his mouth and feeling herself getting closer and closer to falling off the edge.
Ellie came hard, screaming. She grabbed the back of Nick’s neck and forced his tongue deeper into her mouth as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body. And through it all, Nick continued his relentless assault on her pussy, steadily thrusting his fingers in and out of her as the walls of her canal clamped down again and again.


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