Friday, November 30, 2012

Welcome LM Somerton and Giveaway

Hey everyone! Today I have LM Somerton visiting with me, and boy, do I have a treat for you guys. *Rubs hands together* She’s giving away a PDF copy of her release The Portrait.

Now, some of you may remember her as Amaranthya from Literotica. And yes, I’m a big fan of her work, lol.

To enter the giveaway, please comment and make sure to leave me an email addy. The contest runs from now until Monday noon CST. I’ll use to pick a winner and email them. Once they email me back, I’ll send the PDF copy. I’ll make the announcement in all the usual places. If I don’t hear back in 48hrs, I’ll pick another winner.

So, join us around the fire while we get to know LM a little better!


~So tell us about yourself. What got you interested in writing? 

Well, I’ve always loved it but it was a challenge from a friend that made me take it more seriously. He said there was no way a straight female could write for a gay male audience. Red rag to a bull! Have to say he’s been very gracious in defeat…
 ~Do you prefer hot or cold weather and why?

Cold. I’m English so I don’t have much choice! I love rain, thunderstorms, frost and chilly autumn sunshine. Could do without snow though.

~How do you come up with a title?

I try to aim for something that reflects the core of a story, but it’s not a very scientific process. I haven’t yet struggled to come up with something, there always seems to be a natural choice.

 ~ Of all the modern conveniences, which one would you most likely say you couldn't live without?

Excluding the Internet and my laptop (cos that would be obvious and boring) it would have to be a toss-up between my electric blanket (just think English weather) and my SatNav – my sense of direction sucks.

~Out of all the stories you’ve written which one are you most proud of?

I hope that everything I write gets better as I gain experience, but I’m especially proud of Stroke Rate, which will be published in 2013. 


 ~Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?

I’m a complete wuss when it comes to horror so I don’t really watch or read much in that genre. My favourite villain would be Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes’ nemesis; there’s something extra-scary about villains who see crime as an intellectual challenge.

~ What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

My editor is tough! She has a thing about independent body parts, a very bad writing habit that I’m trying to grow out of. On the other side of the coin, and I’m not sure if it was meant as a compliment, I had a reader contact me to say she couldn’t read some of my stories because they were too much for her heart condition!

~Is there anything you’d like to tell? Maybe something in the works you would like to promotion? Feel free!

The Portrait is my first published work and the sequel, Black Dog, will be available in January. I also have several other titles that will appear next year. 


Can shy, submissive Tristan become dominant enough to rid himself of a malevolent ghostly rival and find his happily ever after?

When Tristan Lindsay takes a job cataloguing the library at Faversham Park, home of rock star Marcus Balen, he also accepts a role as companion to Balen’s artist son, Garrick.

Garrick is beautiful and talented. He’s also demanding and infuriating. He uses Tristan as an unwilling model, shamelessly manipulating the shy boy’s emotions to draw out his submissive tendencies.

Drawn into the enigmatic artist’s world, Tristan discovers a side of himself that he didn’t realise existed. Although afraid of his own feelings, he learns to trust Garrick and falls deeply in love.

But Garrick has a secret that could tear them apart. A ghostly rival objects to Tristan’s presence in Garrick’s life. As the spectre’s malevolence increases, the young lovers must search for clues to the haunting and find a way to exorcise the jealous ghost. What they find leads them down a path that challenges the dynamics of their relationship. Will their love be strong enough to overcome its supernatural opposition, or will there be no happily ever after?

Tristan was buried in old papers when the library door opened at around eleven. First in was Merlin the cat, who headed straight for the armchair and spread himself across the deep cushion with a contented purr. The cat was followed by Garrick, who leaned over Tristan’s shoulder then began to massage his neck with deft strokes.

“Do you want to take a break? Come and get some coffee.”

Tristan cursed as the sensation of Garrick’s hands on his skin ignited the one part of his body that he seemed to have absolutely no control over.

“Is something wrong?” Garrick’s voice was innocent, but his eyes revealed his amusement and his intent.

“Coffee would be good.” Tristan spoke through clenched teeth. He stood and pushed his chair back, but could go no farther as Garrick pressed against him. Garrick moved his hands from Tristan’s neck to his shoulders, then trailed them down his spine to rest against his arse. Tristan could feel Garrick’s cock pushing against him through the fabric of his jeans. His pulse quickened as Garrick slid his hands around him and undid his waistband.

“Bend over.”

Garrick didn’t wait for him to obey. He pushed him down onto the table, scattering books and papers. Tristan braced himself. Garrick pushed his jeans down and slid cool hands beneath his shorts to massage his balls.

“Oh, Christ!” He pushed back impatiently as Garrick held him down with one hand and fumbled with his own fly with the other.

Suddenly there was a loud banging that echoed through the house. Someone was at the front door.

“Fuck!” Garrick sagged against him, then took a step back. “Who the hell can that be?”

He looked regretfully at Tristan’s exposed arse and placed one hand against his firm cheek.


© L M Somerton 2012

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Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM. 

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Michael Mandrake Celebration Bash and Giveaway!

Michael Mandrake is celebrating 70K views on his blog! In honor of this, Michael is having various authors' stop by and do giveaway's. Today Julie Lynn Hayes and I take over Michael's blog to talk about a co-authored series we are doing. I'm running  mine and Julie's post here also.

Please stop by A Gay Man inside a Female Body and comment for a chance to win any of the authors' giveaway.

I'm giving away a PDF of Nighttime Dreams as my prize! Make sure to comment on Michael's blog for a chance to win, not here. All winner's will be announced Friday. :)


Thanks so much, Sharita, for having us here today! We love visiting with you, even if Chicago is chillier than we’re used to. Poor M.A., her blood is really thin from being down there in Mississippi. Me? I just have low tolerance for the cold. Oh wait, who are we, I can hear some of you ask? Let me back up a mo and start again.

I’m Julie Lynn Hayes, she’s M.A. Church, heretofore to be known as Michelle. Just call me Julie. We’re here today to talk about our first joint project. To be honest, it isn’t published. Not yet. But we’re excited about it, so we’d like to tell you about it. And since it hasn’t been accepted yet, we’d like to offer something else in our giveaways, namely a selection from our backlists.

Let’s start at the beginning. I totally blame Michelle for hooking me on aliens.

Michelle: *snort* I corrupted her, or so she says.

Julie:  *laughs* That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. It wasn’t until I read your most excellent book, Nighttime Wishes, that I first encountered your fixation on beings from other worlds, and… wait, hold on a second. What are you two doing here?

Reed: Don’t blame me, I was just following Taz. He said we needed to come here, and I guess he’s right. Look, you’re talking about us. That’s a bit cheeky, don’t you think?

Julie: What? Cheeky? Hey, Reed, I was going to say nice things, how does that make us cheeky? Michelle, a little help here?

Michelle: Oh no, don’t drag me into this. Besides, I think you’re doing just fine on your own, Julie.

Julie: Gee, thanks. *sneaks a peek at these two lovely men* Wow, what gorgeous guys we’ve created, I have to admit.

Taz: Reed, I appreciate these two humans and their efforts to talk about us, but I feel that we can handle this ourselves, don’t you?

Reed: Indeed I do. So why don’t you two ladies find something else to do? Maybe go to a strip club or something?

Julie: *look at Michelle, and she shrugs *

Michelle: Well, if they screw this up, it’s on them. I say we go look at pretty men. You’re driving, though.

Julie: *walks out door mumbling under her breath* Don’t I always?

Michelle: *pokes Julie in the back* But you like driving. Am I going to have to listen to this all the way to Atlanta next year???

Purses are grabbed and a door slams shuts.

Reed:  *whispers* Good Lord, are they gone?

Taz: *looks around the corner* Yes, thank the stars. I swear, those two… So… *Taz rubs his hands together, a gleam in his eye* Looks like we got free rein now. You ready to start?”

Reed: Yes, more than ready. They’ve gone about things the wrong way. Did you even hear mention of the title?

Taz: No, not a word.

Reed: *shakes his head* Women!

Taz: *cocks his head and regards Reed* My mother is a woman, Reed.

Reed: *snorts* I know, I met her, remember? So’s mine, by the way, and thanks for asking…

Taz: But I didn’t ask?

Reed: *sighs* It’s just an expression. *mumbles under his breath* Damn, need to get that book. Bad. Hey, babe, where do you think we should start?

Taz: How about like this? *he climbs onto Reed’s lap and lays his head on Reed’s shoulder, purring*

Reed: Oh damn, seriously? *takes a deep breath* I thought we’re here to talk? You know, about us?

Taz: *purrs louder* Go ahead and talk. I can hear you. *begins to rock in Reed’s lap*

Reed: Oh jeez louise, that’s distracting… *clears throat* Um, okay… we met… we met… oh yeah, it was almost Valentine’s Day. I was working late ‘cause I didn’t have anything better to do. You know how it is when you’re single and it’s been a while… that day means less than nothing.

Taz: It didn’t mean anything to me either.

Reed: Well, to be fair, you never heard of it ‘til you got here.

Taz: Oh yeah, I guess that’s true.  *squirms a bit on Reed’s lap* I’m just lucky I was in the right place at the right time.

Reed: I think I’m the lucky one, babe. That’s what they call karma.

Taz: Karma? What has this to do with driving?

Reed: *groans* Later, I’ll explain later. So anyway, I had to meet a customer at the Empire State Building after work, and that’s where I met Taz. He knocked me off my feet, literally.

Taz: What can I say, you caught my attention? My night hadn’t been going very well. I had just been dumped, then I saw you. I really didn’t mean to knock you down, you know.

Reed: Oh, I wasn’t complaining. I ended up on the floor with an arm full of sexy male. *blush* Well, at the time I thought I had an arm full of sexy male. Little did I know just what I was holding.

Taz: *giggle* You should’ve seen the look on your face the first time my stripes showed up! I mean, you freaked out, but still, for a second there… I don’t have the words!

Reed: *shakes head* It was probably the same kind of shocked look I had when that tail of yours put in an appearance.

Taz: *rubs cheek against Reed’s jaw* That reminds me, when are you going to let me

Reed: Whoa now. Let’s not go there, babe. You give that away, Julie and Michelle will both want to skin you. It’ll be a race to see which one of them gets you.

Taz: Silly women. Neither one of them gets me. I’m all yours… *licks his way up Reed’s neck*

Reed: All mine, you’re right. Um, um…. Oh yeah, the title. Be My Alien. Pretty cute, don’t you think?

Taz: Mmhmmm, you’re very cute.

Reed: Not me, the title *blushes*

Taz: Oh, that’s not bad. Those two earth women seem to be able to put words together rather nicely, don’t they?

Reed: Better than me at times. Oh babe, you gotta quit that, or I might…

Taz: I’m wearing those special—

Reed: Oh lord, from the shop? *groans* Oh yes, my shop. I have my own business, I should mention that. A Touch of Class. Here in New York. I mean there… I mean… Taz, please be careful, you’re right over my—

Taz: I know, Reed…  I know… *silences him with a kiss* 
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End of part one, to be continued…
Hey y’all, and welcome back for part 2 of Taz and Reed’s interview. My name is M.A. Church, but call me Michelle. Julie Lynn Hayes and I are writing a series of books that start with our novella Be My Alien. We’ve subbed the book and are just waiting to hear something. *fingers crossed* We plan for the rest of the series to be novel length.
So, when we left last time, Taz and Reed were… what? *looks at Sharita* Oh my God, they did what? Are you kidding me? Oh man, Sharita, I’m sorry! I knew Julie and I shouldn’t have… huh?
Julie: Damn, we missed it. I bet nothing we saw was as hot as them two.
Michelle: *grins at both Sharita and Julie* So you got to see the stripes, Sharita? *snort* Yeah, I know.  Hehehe. Love me some sexy aliens. And oh, look who finally decided to show up. Hey boys, come on in. We were just talking about y’all.
Reed: *looks at Taz* Michelle has that look in her eye.
Taz: So does Julie. *whispers* Do you think they know?
Reed: *shrug* So what if they do?
Taz: You’re right, let them know. I think they know everything about us as it is, don’t they?
Reed: They know stuff about us you wouldn’t believe… *shakes his head*
Taz: *coughs discreetly* Maybe they should go to another strip show? Take her with them? *points at Sharita*
Michelle: *glances at both Sharita and Julie* I think we can take a hint, can’t we, ladies? C’mon. Oh wait. *turns back* First round’s on you. *holds out her hand*
Taz: *turns to Reed* I don’t see anything on you?
Reed: *grumbles as he reaches for his wallet* Later, babe. *hands them a few bills* Stuff some g-strings for us, willya?
Julie: You got it, tiger.
Taz: Wait, he’s not—
Reed: Let it go, babe, just let it go. Wave bye-bye to the nice ladies.
Taz: *waves even as he climbs back onto Reed’s lap* Now where were we?
Reed: Talking to the readers. That’s where we were. Remember?
Taz: Oh yes. We told them how we met. Did we tell them about ourselves though?
Reed: What do you mean?
Taz: Well, I’m from the planet Trygos, the most important planet in the Trygos galaxy, and only one of two planets capable of sustaining life. The other planet is Haatmiess. When Trygosheans put someone down, they say they’re like a Haatmiess, which is considered a major insult. My full name is Fabrintazo, Taz for short. I’m about 5'11" in your earth measuresments, and I have a wiry, muscular build. My hair is a mixture of red and orange and brown and it’s long and luxurious, and reaches below my shoulders.
Reed: That’s very true. He often twists it into a braid and lets it flow loose over his back. He’s very acrobatic and he loves heights. Which scared the hell out of me at one point in the book. Taz has cat green eyes and purrs when he's pleased. *smiles* I make him purr often.
Taz: Yes, you do. Reed’s full name is Reed Hatcher and he’s about my height and build. He has very light brown hair that tends to bleach out in the warmer months and he has the most beautiful hazel eyes. Oh! And he has this cute little dimple in his cheek too. The one on his face, not the other one. Though that’s cute, too.
Reed: *blushes* Babe, too much information.
Taz: *grins* And he’s a business owner, too. A very important man in his world.  *nods head* And in his business, he has a back room that sells very special things. I like the back room.
Reed: I actually have a degree in elementary education, but I never taught. My parents moved to Florida and I ended up here in New York.
Taz: Thank the stars you did! *frowns* Should we tell them about Vorlod?
Reed: What’s to tell? The bastard’s no longer here on Earth and can’t bother you anymore.
Taz: Well, he was the reason I was here on Earth to begin with.
Reed: We should save that story, though, don’t you think? Can’t spill all the beans, now can we?
Taz: *glances around the floor* I don’t think we spilled anything.
Reed: *rolls his eyes* You’re right, we didn’t. What was I thinking?
Taz: *eyes him suspiciously* Are you having fun with me?
Reed: Not yet, babe, but I intend to, I promise you. Should we leave or wait for the ladies to get back.
Taz: That depends. Are we going to make love?
Reed: You betcha.
Taz: *grins even broader, stripes appearing on his neck* Then let’s go now and, how did you put it, avoid the rush hour?
Reed: *tries not to laugh* Close enough. *fastens their lips together, he rises, Taz clinging to him, and they make their way from the room. Moments later, the ladies return*
Michelle: Oh shoot, they’re gone.
Sharita: Where do you think they went?
Julie: *laughs* I can guess, I bet you can too, eh, Michelle?
Michelle: *laughs too* Three guesses, and the first two don’t count. I swear, keeping those two supplied in lube…
Julie: Is a full time job.
Michelle: Oh well, I guess we’re done here now, right? *waves* Bye everyone!
* * * *
Hope y’all enjoyed meeting the characters from Be My Alien! For my giveaway I’m doing a PDF copy of Nighttime Dreams, my latest release. The first book is called Nighttime Wishes.
The second book is Nighttime Dreams, and there is one more book in the series coming soon: Nighttime Promises.
Bryan, a simple country sheriff, is ready to shoot someone and hide the body. One particular homophobic FBI agent is really pressing his buttons. Along with that he finds himself in the middle of an FBI investigation revolving around a recent UFO crash landing, is questioned about a missing friend targeted by the FBI, and makes first contact with the very alien the FBI is hunting.
Daroshi, a Ma’Rairan warrior, has fulfilled his obligation to his species, and is ready to mate. As second in command he monitored the rescue of his captain who crashed on Earth while collecting his mate, and witnessed the confrontation between a country sheriff name Bryan and his captain. Impressed by how courageously the brawny human male handled meeting a fully armed alien warrior, Daroshi asks permission to take Bryan as a mate.
Neither male is ready for the problems that come with Daroshi’s decision, nor the passion that explodes between them. 
Ziang and Daroshi transported down into Bryan’s backyard. The night was pitch black, the moon hid behind layers of fluffy clouds. Branches in the trees danced soothingly to gentle breezes. An abundance of shrubs moved silently in the quietly swirling wind. Bryan’s small house was set away from the main road and deep in the woods, alone and isolated. Much like the owner.
“Interesting set-up he has.” Daroshi looked around. “Bit cut off, though.”
“That’s good for us. The last thing we need is more attention, and that FBI agent showing up,” Ziang said. “I want this to go clean and fast.”
“True. Of course, if he did show up, we could give him to Haya.”
“I don’t like the human, but I wouldn’t do that to my worst enemy.” Ziang tapped the communications device on his wrist, loading in their landing coordinates. “Since Bryan is a law enforcement officer, set your weapon to low stun, just in case.”
“Ziang, I don’t want to stun him if it can be avoided.”
“Neither do I, but Shawn’s words keep replaying in my head. Most bullets won’t hurt us, but then, Bryan isn’t most humans. I’m sure he has other weapons in his house that could be dangerous.”
“But their weapons are so primitive.”
“That may be, but primitive can wound just as easily as advanced. Set your stunner to low, and use only if needed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll distract him, and you unarm him, if necessary. I know you don’t want me touching him.”
“No more than you’d want my hands on Shawn.”
“Understood. And no, I wouldn’t.”
“Should we activate our invisibility?”
“No, it’s dark enough. If we just appear, we may scare him even more.”
They crept around the house, moving carefully though the darkness. Both activated their face shields for night vision. They blended with the night, silent hunters that became one with the darkness and shadows; predators with a mission. The prey was inside, unaware of what was closing in on him. Ziang opened his wrist weapon and pinpointed Bryan in the house by his body heat. He motioned for Daroshi to follow him to the back of the house. They’d enter through the back door in the kitchen. As they passed the open window, Daroshi came to a stop when he heard Bryan’s comment about his hand and a big red dildo.
His body came alive and his tentacles jerked against his back. A low growl of desire slipped out. Ziang immediately sliced his hand through the air, calling for silence. Daroshi couldn’t help himself; the very image of Bryan working a dildo up his ass inflamed him and sent his desire for the human spinning out of control. Daroshi respected this human’s bravery and his dedication to an often thankless job, but now there was more. He could scent Bryan’s arousal. The scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled, sharp and musky. From the depths of his soul the word mine exploded in his head. He wanted Bryan with a passion he hadn’t felt, ever, and he’d do whatever it took to ease him into his new life.
In his excitement, he made a rookie mistake. As he passed the window, he didn’t bend down low enough to conceal himself.
* * * *
Bryan sat at the table, waiting for the cookies to bake, when he heard a low growl, quickly smothered, outside the window. He’d heard something very similar, and not long ago. It wasn’t a sound he’d ever forget. Every hair on his body stood up, adrenaline spiked, and his heart kicked into high gear. A cold flush spread though his body. From the corner of his eye, he caught the blurry shape of something moving under the window. He glanced at the back door and his stomach cramped. It was unlocked. There was no way he could lock it before the intruder busted through. And if he was right, and what was out there was what he thought it was, a wood door wasn’t going to stop it. Plus, the window was open.
Calmly he stood and reached for the drawer by the stove. His off-duty weapon was stored there. He grabbed the taser, too. Why was the alien back and sneaking around his house? If it was the alien that Shawn left with, why not just show itself? He’d seen it before, so why act like this? He’d seen lights in the nighttime sky shortly after Shawn left with his alien, but he assumed they were monitoring the situation, to make sure all was okay before they left. It never crossed his mind they were watching him. Why would they be watching him? Another unsettling thought hit Bryan. Had something bad happened to Shawn? If that was Shawn’s alien, and he wasn’t sure it was, had it returned to let him know? But that was silly; he couldn’t communicate with it like Shawn could.
What the hell was going on?
The handle on the back door turned slowly. Bryan tried to slow his breathing; he was sucking air and that wasn’t good. The door eased opened, an inch at a time. He held his ground as the door opened and he found himself staring at a seven and half foot alien… again.  
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Sunday, November 25, 2012

1 year old!

That's right, Romance First Publishing (RFP) is a whole year old!

We want to thank all of the wonderful authors, editors, artists, and of course the fans for making this possible!

To show our appreciation, from now until December 2nd, we are running a contest! That's right, that means prizes and a chance at a $10 Amazon gift card! To enter, please comment on RFP's home page. Just click on the blue link. Commenters have a chance to win the gift card or a copy of either Pricolici, Nighttime Wishes, or The Unfairness of Life.


Friday, November 23, 2012

Black Friday Sale at Storm Moon Press

Black Friday Sale at Storm Moon Press!

So, in honor of the Black Friday sale, I'm putting up the excerpts for the Carved in Flesh Anthology. Make sure to check out the sales Storm Moon has going on!
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. :)

People often say that the true perfection in the human form is in its imperfections. Scars are visceral reminders of a person's past, a sign of an event that can never fade. Whether it was gained in combat, a traumatic experience, or part of a ritual with a lover, scars are the ultimate labels. They leave a permanent mark on the body and spirit that, one way or another, change a person forever.



From "Oren's Right" by Blaine D. Arden

My head bowed, my hands folded within the sleeves of my cloak, I hummed along with the Prayer of Death as I followed the procession. I kept my head down, even though I walked behind Oren. As long as I didn't look at him, I didn't think about having to bear seeing him in mourning, didn't have to think about how the minute I'd catch the sorrow in his eyes, my feet would be taking me to him, my hands would be reaching out. I couldn't let myself lose control. He wasn't mine.

I didn't even look up when Oren suddenly stopped. I chalked it up to nerves, emotions. Any minute now, we would round the corner to lead Haram's body through the center of the village. There, everyone could wish his departed essence farewell one last time before we led him to his pyre.

The shuffling of Oren's feet seemed at odds with his mood, though, and, in the end, I just had to look up. I only barely kept my jaw from dropping. Oren had taken his shirt off. Before I had time to process his actions, we moved on. With great reluctance, I dragged my sight away from Oren's gorgeous, broad back. I had no right. He wasn't mine.

My resolve lasted as long as it took for us to reach the center, and a collective gasp greeted us. Everyone looked away from Oren. Everyone but me and Oren's sister, Ajuna, who walked next to him, her hand firmly planted in the small of Oren's back to support him. I swallowed, clenching my hands within my sleeves. As much as I wanted to reach out, I couldn't. He wasn't mine. Ajuna would have to be the pillar Haram had always been for Oren.


From "Tiocfaidh Ár Lá" by Angelia Sparrow & Naomi Brooks

Joe wrapped himself in the night, letting the darkness fall around him and caress his scarred face with velvet softness. No lover would ever touch him so again. None had in the twenty-five years since the black-and-tans had sliced him from mouth to ear and then made him scream to tear the gashes wider. The Unionist soldiers, traitors to their homeland, had marked him so he'd be easy to spot, easier to arrest the next time. He'd fled instead of taking that chance. He pulled his uniform hat lower and walked on, not wanting to think about the nightmare he'd left behind in Ireland.

He loved winter best. The high collar of his uniform coat and a scarf hid the worst of his face. Summer was a trial, bringing short-sleeved uniforms that showed the other scars as well. He finished his rounds, everything was safe and secure at Amalgamated Conglomerated Incorporated tonight. Joe Colson was on the job.

He made his way to the break room and saw the night programmer was already there with a cup of coffee, a sandwich, and a fat paperback with a woman in armor on the front. He never knew how someone would react to the first sight of him. He liked it when he cornered some problem person and saw their terror as they stared at his mangled face. But ordinary people gawked. They looked away. They asked awkward questions.

Joe squared his shoulders. He had as much right to a break as the kid did. He strode in, pretending he looked normal, acting like he was supposed to be there.


From "Faded Love" by M.A. Church

Naked, Ashley dropped to his knees and pressed his face against the bulge looming in front of him. The rough denim of Will's jeans scratched his face. Cutting his eyes up, he moaned as Will unbuttoned his shirt, showing off hard pecs and a washboard stomach. The man was definitely put together. Ashley ran a shaky hand over Will's muscular chest and pinched a nipple. A grunt from above made him smile. So, Will liked his nipples played with, huh? Good to know. He tweaked the nipple again as he mouthed at the bulge near his face.

He lowered his hand and opened Will's jeans, smoothing the sides back. Ah, no underwear. Nice. A hard, smooth dick jutted out, curving up slightly, with pre-come leaking from the tip. Humming deep in his throat, Ashley teased the tip of Will's dick, licking and nibbling at the mushroom head. He couldn't wait to have that buried down his throat. Will had more than a mouthful, and he yearned to choke on that thick piece of meat.

"Mmm, yeah." Will buried his hands in Ashley's long, silky black hair.

"Let's get these jeans off, Will. Need to see all of you."

"In a minute. I like having you on your knees in front of me, naked." Will pulled Ashley's head back by his hair, carefully, so he could see those unique eyes. "Suck me first."


From "Scar Therapy" by Logan Zachary

"Hi. I'm Larry, and I'll be your occupational therapist. My primary focus is seeing how your scar is doing." My new patient, Tim Weston, sat down in the chair across from me. He had been involved in a robbery at knife point, and he had been stabbed multiple times. I picked up my pen and clipboard, ready to take notes on his injury. "How long have you had this scar?"

My twenty-one year old patient squirmed in his chair and covered his arm with his other hand. Tim had been in the intensive care unit for two months, and he was finally out and coming in for outpatient therapy. He looked down at the floor as his foot tapped a steady beat. His long, brown hair hung across his face, hiding both of his eyes, shielding him from me. As he tipped his head back, two dark eyes peered up at me, but they avoided eye contact. His whole body read extremely nervous. He looked ready to jump out of his skin.

Before he could answer, his pinched-faced mother commanded, "Answer the man." She sat in a chair pushed up against the wall directly behind Tim. Deep wrinkles surrounded her eyes and lips, showing how often she had an angry scowl on her face.

I smiled at him as I tried to ignore her. "It's okay if you don't remember the exact date. I can always call the hospital for records. I just need the month..."

"March 13th, two o'clock in the afternoon." His voice was hard to hear, but he answered. His hand rubbed over the scar, stopped, covered it, and then started rubbing it again.


From "Gift of the Goddess" by Kaje Harper

It hurt like hell! He'd thought he was prepared for anything, but this was like a shower of molten iron on his skin. Garvin clapped his hands over his eyes, pressing hard until he saw flashes of light. He froze in that position, unwilling to move. It was as though his body was being scorched and charred, up both arms and across his chest, but there was no sound and no smell of burning flesh. He didn't dare look at himself. He'd begged for help, implored Rima for guidance, something, anything, without really expecting his prayer to be answered. Clearly, he'd gotten attention from the goddess herself. But by all the gods, it hurt!

Somehow, he forced his lips to complete the ritual blessing. "All thanks, Rima Who Made the Stars, for answering my prayer. All hail, Rima Who Made the Earth, to your power. All praise, Rima Who Bore the First Man, for your love toward your creations."

As he spoke the final word, he felt a touch like a cool hand on his burning forehead. After a moment, the sensation faded and was gone. There was only silence and the near-unbearable fire that spread across his skin.

Garvin drew in a ragged breath. He'd never dared approach Rima before. He wasn't one to petition the gods for anything. He preferred to live his life, do his work, keep to himself, and take the arrows of fortune as they came. But this had been for Nyle. For Nyle, he would storm the very gates of the heavens. It hurt like hell! He'd thought he was prepared for anything, but this was like a shower of molten iron on his skin. Garvin clapped his hands over his eyes, pressing hard until he saw flashes of light. He froze in that position, unwilling to move. It was as though his body was being scorched and charred, up both arms and across his chest, but there was no sound and no smell of burning flesh. He didn't dare look at himself. He'd begged for help, implored Rima for guidance, something, anything, without really expecting his prayer to be answered. Clearly, he'd gotten attention from the goddess herself. But by all the gods, it hurt!


From "Sojourn Home" by T.C. Mill

Any one of those ships might be carrying Kanovan, but I didn't try to pick the one out. Last I'd looked, the screens reported he'd be landing in an hour or so. But, after all the years we'd been together, I still was never certain he'd be back when he said he'd be. Anything could have happened in the week since his message reached me, and I'd have no way of knowing. Something could happen on the other side of the world and I'd know in minutes, that sort of technology had been in place for centuries, but if it happened off this world... Sometimes, I felt like one of those sailor's spouses in ancient days, standing on the seashore with eyes aching for the sight of a mast. At least then there had been the comfort of sharing the same sky.

I didn't look at the screens again. I just waited, humming bars, sometimes practicing my fingering subconsciously. If I'd brought my guitar with me, I could have cheered the waiting room crowd up a bit.

He found me even with my face turned to the window.

"Mirin." The air seemed to echo behind me with the force of his voice. To other people, it might have lacked such intensity; he was otherwise soft-spoken, with a low voice that rolled words out smoothly with an occasional hitch, as if it came to the verge of cracking.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hope everyone had a lovely time today. :) I meant to get this done sooner, but it's been a busy day! I ate way too much, fell out on the couch, and watched football all day. I can't think of anything much more perfect than that, lol.
Happy Thanksgiving, guys. :)

Welcome Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Thank you for having me at your blog today! The Lost Mercenary is book 3 in The Mercenary Tales series.

After publishing The Mercenary Knight (book 1), I had no intention of continuing the other men’s tales, but Wybert and Gregorii started to demand I tell their story.

After showing what happened to Wybert in The Mercenary Slave (book 2), it was time for Gregorii to steal the spotlight…



All he ever wanted was a family and some land for farming. Instead, his dreams were ripped at the seams by a ruthless king. Choosing to become a mercenary, Gregorii has roamed the land clinging to a past he thought long gone—until Emmeline stumbled onto his path. Now, his dreams resurface and hope reemerges. The only problem is Emmeline’s defiance.

Emmeline has a secret. An important secret. A dangerous secret. Few know her mission. Fewer know her past. When Gregorii turns up in her life, past, present and future unite and her whole world threatens to crumble.

How long will she be able to hide the truth from him? How long will her heart resist the inevitable?


Sharply taking hold of her hands, he tied her wrists together. Pulling her to her feet, he bound her to the lowest branch, forcing her to almost stand on her tiptoes. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright and her hair disheveled, the taut braid she wore earlier practically gone. Gregorii swept his gaze over her body and he felt his cock ooze in appreciation. She was truly gorgeous. Curvy, with toned legs and breasts with large hard nipples begging to be touched and tasted.

“Grearióus, release me or I will kill you,” she threatened in a low murmur.

He lifted his eyes to her face and licked his lips. He was anxious to kiss her again, yet he knew it would not be an easy task at the moment. “I believe your position is not exactly one of ease for killing, though I do not doubt your capabilities. You have a nasty right hook,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “And incredibly strong legs, not to mention a delicious tasting pussy. No wonder you became mistress of the brothel.”

Emmeline spat at his feet and he grinned.

“Tell me what I want to know and I will release you and no one will know the better. We can even have a peaceful fuck afterwards. I know you want it as much as I do.” He glanced into her eyes, but she spat again, this time the dribble landing on his face. Chuckling, he brushed it off like a bothersome fly.

“I’ve been submitted to worst torture than this. You don’t have it in you to hurt me. You were never good at hurting others.”

“It’s been ten years, Avalina, I have changed.”

“No, you haven’t. You are still the gentleman, the kind hearted soul who will help maidens in distress. You might be a mercenary, but that is only on the outside. Inside, you are still that playful boy with a heart of gold. I have seen you fight before and it was not what we just did here. You didn’t want to hurt me,” she accused.

“You didn’t want to hurt me too badly, either. You killed that man in the woods without contemplation. Right now, you doubted your moves or we would both be very badly injured. In truth, you’re still that vulnerable child challenging everyone because she’s scared of the world.”



“No, Grearióus. I lost my vulnerability the moment Ragnahall burned down. I admit I am scared of the world. You have no idea what is out there, Gregorii,” she whispered anxiously. “But now, I challenge for survival.”

“You don’t always have to fight against everything, Ava,” he murmured. “You don’t have to fight me.”

He watched Emmeline carefully as she lowered her lashes and chewed on her bottom lip, mulling on his words. In two strides, he stood inches away from her, his fists clenched at his sides so he wouldn’t touch her. She glanced up at him with large brown eyes full of fear, causing his heart to flutter nervously. “Why won’t you tell me why you’re really going to Karpathian?” he asked softly.

Emmeline squared her jaw, her lips thinning and her eyes growing hard. “There is nothing to tell, Gregorii.” 

“I think there is.”

She shook her head, lose strands of her long hair falling over her face, framing the pink lips he itched to kiss.

“You will tell me.”

“Like I said,”—she lifted her cool gaze to his eyes—“there is nothing to tell.”

“I will torture you for information.”

“I am no stranger to pain.”

Gregorii grinned and laughed. Reaching out, he roughly cupped her jaw. She inhaled sharply. “The torture I have in mind for you, Emmeline, my sweet Avalina, is quite different.” Dropping his head, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before opening her mouth to him and allowing his tongue to brush hungrily against hers. Gregorii pressed the length of his body against hers, wanting her to feel the need between his legs. He dropped his hands to her ass, caressing and squeezing the firm, round globes. Emmeline whimpered, the sound fueling his desire to new heights. His fingers brushed against the apex between her thighs, the heat there blazing. Panting slightly, he pulled away. 

“I am no stranger to sex,” she said huskily.

Gregorii grinned. “I know, but I believe that like most whores, you are a stranger to soul weakening desire. The kind of attraction we feel for each other is as strange to you as it is to me.”

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