My Sexy Saturday - To Touch the Sky

Welcome to the 85^th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Their Sexy Talk and it’s all about how lovers talk to each other. We know you’ve noticed it. Whenever you get into a room of people, where there are other couples, notice how they talk to each other. Sometimes you can tell when there’s tension, other times you wonder just what makes them so happy and there are others still when their happiness is practically contagious.

For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published. This week I thought I’d do something from my upcoming Dreamspinner release, To Touch the Sky, releasing April 3rd.

Excerpt:

Two hours later he was back up, pacing the floor, beyond annoyed. Why was he doing this now? He knew who his mate was supposed to be, and he wanted no part of it. He was responsible for himself only, and he liked it that way. Too bad the spirit that shared his body didn’t agree.

Really? What about all those people at the bar who depend on you?

“It’s not the same thing, and you know it.” A quick glance out his bedroom window confirmed dawn was about to break.

Freaking A, arguing with you is like arguing with a signpost. Why don’t you go stretch your wings, old man? We’ll chill on the breeze. Shift and we’ll find a nice juicy pigeon or rabbit for breakfast. That sounds dee-lish.

Hawk rolled his neck. His totem spirit’s mentality was that of a fifteen-year-old hopped up on sugar and running on three hours of sleep. The spirit was very old, but damned if it acted its age.

Whatever, dude. Just do something, will ya?

The crazy thing enjoyed talking him into “doing” things, things Hawk wouldn’t normally do, just to have “fun.” Like skydiving. As a bird shifter, one would assume he’d enjoy the activity. They would be wrong. There was nothing fun about falling from a plane miles above the planet in human form. Hawk had been sure they were either going to die as they raced toward Mother Earth, or he’d have to shift and risk exposing all their kind. His totem spirit, on the other hand, had screamed with excitement the whole time.

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My Sexy Saturday - Shadows in the Night

Welcome to the 81^st week of My Sexy Saturday!

This week’s we’re doing something a little different. We hope to do this occasionally and that you’ll like it. Our theme is My Sexy Addiction. It’s an open theme in that we’re not going to say when or how or where. We are going to say – just one thing and that’s about the song – Addicted to Love. You remember it…don’t you? How about the line ‘You might as well face it you’re addicted to love’? And doesn’t that just say it all about us here at My Sexy Saturday?

For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.

For this week, I thought I’d do something from my upcoming Dreamspinner release, Shadows in the Night. It’s book #1 in the Leap of Faith series. Book #2, To Touch the Sky, will release on April 3, 2015.

Excerpt: 

When Eva returned a short time later with her catch, she stopped and watched the huge, black animal and the little boy sleeping next to each other.

“I’m back.” Eva sat down next to the beast. A long black tail rested across Chip’s legs, and greenish-yellow eyes focused on Eva. “You know this can’t go on much longer, my friend. He’s smart for a child his age, and soon he’s going to ask questions about you.”

The creature rumbled in agreement.

“I know it’ll be hard for you. But another year—maybe two—and you’ll have to disappear from his life. The time isn’t right yet for you to make yourself known.”

The creature rumbled again, sadness in his eyes.

Eva ran her hand over the thick black coat. “I know, dear. But the time will come. You and I both know that. It will come, and he’s going to need you. Take care of him for me, okay?”

The beast nodded his head again. His time would come, but not for many years yet. The little boy had to grow into a man first. 

My Sexy Saturday - Priceless

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.This week’s theme is My Sexy Date. Not every couple falls in love at first sight.

Sure, many do know the moment they see someone but what about those who don’t. They go on dates. Sometimes lots of dates. Sometimes not enough dates. Hopefully there is at least one they can consider a sexy date. The type where fireworks goes off from the moment they are picked up. This week is about those dates that turn into that special one.

For this week, I thought I’d do something from my Dreamspinner release Priceless. It was my first published book with DsP and has since been released in French and German.

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Randy snapped his mouth closed and resisted the urge to cover his eyes with his hands. This guy had him stumbling along like an untried kid.

“My name is Randal,” he said, still trying to figure out how to give Garrett back the chip, “but I go by Randy.”

“Ah, so are you?”

“Am I what?”

Randy focused on the chip, not responding to the sexual innuendo. A voice whispered in his head that Garrett was trouble, deep, serious trouble, and he was way out of his league. That same voice also warned him Garrett would chew him up and spit him out before he could figure out what damn day of the week it was.

“Never mind.” Garrett smiled, and Randy trembled from the searing look that flashed in Garrett’s eyes. “Why don’t you let me buy you dinner at N9NE; they have excellent steak. And stop trying to figure out how to give that chip back to me. Many would say I didn’t pay you enough for being in my company for an hour.”

Now what was that supposed to mean? Dinner he could deal with, but what was he going to do with this stupid chip?

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My Sexy Saturday - Trouble Comes in Threes

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published. 

This week’s theme is Their Sexy Thoughts. When characters think about each other in a sexy, exciting way, we as readers adore them.As writers, we love putting those words down and getting them just right. We even love when those characters get into impossible situations and still, they think their significant other is the sexiest thing alive.


I thought I’d do something from my Dreamspinner release, Trouble Comes in Threes.

“I know.” Dolf cut his eyes at an older man who was staring at Tal. He narrowed his eyes, a warning to the human. The other man looked away. Tal, Dolf noticed, didn’t catch the byplay. He never did. “I guess we can get that since we’re here. That’ll save Dad a trip into town.”

“The saws are on another aisle. Let’s get that picked out, and then we can get the commode kit.”

Dolf picked out the saw he wanted, then followed Tal to another aisle. His mate pointed out the different kinds, but Tal’s words had rapidly faded into a meaningless buzz. There, on the air currents in the store, was the sweetest scent. It was light and flowery, reminding him of honeysuckle. He breathed deeply, taking the scent into himself. His cock hardened immediately and his head spun. A yowl threatened to escape.

That scent… that scent was seductive and alluring. It spoke to him, whispering things that made him need. His cat paced frantically in his mind, tail slashing madly. The need to pounce, to sink his canines in and drink that sweet, life-giving blood of his…. His gums tingled and saliva flooded his mouth.

He swallowed, then swallowed again as his head pounded, his heart rate spiking as one thought screamed through his mind: Mate! Another mate! Where was that scent coming from? Or who? And by the goddess, why? He already had a mate. What was their goddess thinking, giving him another? But he couldn’t ignore the reaction. It had been the same when he met Tal.

A quick glance down the aisle showed a fairly tall, forty-something human male who had a few strands of white in his short brown hair. He was muttering at commode kits. Dolf wanted to roll his eyes. Commode kits? Really? The same thing they were looking for? Their goddess must be having a high old time with this. 

“Fuck,” he whispered softly. He rarely cussed, except when aroused. Nothing sent his mate whimpering faster than Dolf describing in frank detail how he planned to fuck Tal. He loved hearing Tal’s voice begging… and speaking of that, only then did he notice Tal had stopped talking. Not only had Tal stopped talking, but now he was growling. It was low, but it was a growl, a sound no human would make.

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My Sexy Saturday - Pure

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.

This week’s theme is our sexy Thanksgiving. So this week show us all the characters love family. Maybe it’s someone who doesn’t have one and suddenly they find themselves with one. It could be about someone who has always looked in and wanted a home with all the trimmings including a family. There are many ways to be thankful and we’d love to hear some of those wonderful stories. 

For this week, I thought I’d do something from my Dreamspinner release, Pure.  It’s book #3 in the Gods series. 

Blurb:

Zygi Wyatt is an intimidating dom, but he yearns for love just like the next man. However, finding a partner who isn’t scared of his size is no easy task. The easygoing Mo seems like the answer to his prayers.

Love is the stuff of dreams. Ask the god Morpheus—he knows all about it. Mo wants Zygi in a forever kind of way, but he has to be sure of Zygi’s love before he claims him for his mate and reveals his true self.

Unfortunately, Zeus is growing increasingly unhappy with Morpheus, and Ares is determined to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Zygi and Mo will have to brave the wrath of the gods to make their dreams come true.

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Mo shifted, stretching as he opened his eyes. Confusion crossed his face as he stared at Zygi. Then Mo did the unbelievable. He rolled onto his stomach and widened his legs, offering himself.

“Please, please, make love to me again,” Mo whispered, rubbing against the silken bed sheets. “I need you so badly. Touch me, oh please, I need to feel you. Oh gods, please, love me.”

Zygi reached out to pull the loincloth out of the way when Mo’s words hit him… make love to me again. Mo believed he was dreaming. Was that the only way Mo thought he could have Zygi now? His heart ached for what he had done and his throat tightened. Mo’s voice was sleepy but full of pain and longing. His need arrowed straight into Zygi’s heart.

“Oh, Mo. Come on, babe, it’s me. I’m really here.” Zygi, straining to speak, stroked Mo’s leg, careful to keep the touch gentle. “This isn’t a dream. Wake up for me.”

Mo’s wings trembled and swept up, the rush of air washing over Zygi as Mo scrambled to a sitting position. Mo tentatively reached out and touched Zygi, his eyes widening as his hand met warm, living flesh.

“You’re real,” Mo said softly. “You’re really real and you’re here.”

Zygi grabbed Mo’s hand and held it tightly as tears flooded Mo’s eyes. “I’m real, and I’m not going anywhere, ever again. Mo, I love you. And I’m an ass. God have mercy, am I an ass! I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’ll sure work my ass off to earn it. I acted like a fool, hurt you beyond belief, and left you all alone. Please, Mo, forgive me.”

My Sexy Saturday - Lust and Ice

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.

This week’s theme is I’m too sexy. We’re not talking about those arrogant boys who really aren’t sexy. We’re talking about those who are and those who are a little over the top about it. Sure, sometimes there is that arrogant hero, or heroine, who will tell you they are too sexy for whatever task put before them. Then comes the fall. And we love to read about the fall. 

So this week show us all the character that is too sexy and knows, whether in a good, bad or indifferent way. We love bad boys, we love good boys…heck, let’s just face it…we love men. And we love the girls or boys that love them. So this week show us the good, the bad and even the hilarious moments that could comprise a hero or heroine that is too sexy. 

For this week, I thought I’d do something from Lust and Ice, book #1 in my Bad Boys series. And yes, they are honestly bad, lol.

Blurb:

They call him Ice. Kain’s a spoiled rich man’s son with money to burn. An endless parade of men through his bedroom has left him empty and wanting. When he and his friends meet at their usual nightclub and place bets on who’ll score for the evening, Kain eyes a sexy stranger. Electricity jumps between them, and Ice decides the handsome man will be in his bed screaming out his pleasure before the night is through.

Dark and deadly desires are Asmodeus’ calling cards. Those that fall to his wicked ways are doomed to an eternity of unfulfilled lust in the second level of hell. This is no man to be played with… because this is no man. He’s the Prince of Lust, one of the seven princes of hell. And he’s been granted the right to take a mate by his master, Lucifer. He’s searched through the ages for the one that will satisfy his sinful needs, but none have made the cut.

Until now.

The Bad Boys club has picked the wrong targets this time -- hell’s come to claim its own.

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Asmodeus toyed with his straw as he glanced over the crowd on the dance floor. There were a few that caught his eye, but nothing that got his blood pumping. His appearance not only fit in at Night Moves, but called certain types to him, preferably men. For the last hundred years he had taken to seducing the males of the human race.

“Mmm, there’s something about taking a strong man and bending him to my will, having him first beg not to be fucked…” He ran a hand down his chest, drawing several pairs of eyes, and shivered. “Then later beg to be fucked.”

Frowning, he glanced over the dance floor again; he damn sure wasn’t going to get lucky sitting on his ass up here. He smoothed his hair behind his ear and a brilliant, sizable ruby stub flashed, as did the ruby in his signet ring on his left hand. He looked down at the tribal tattoo that started on his right wrist and extended up his arm. Thanks to the shirt, no one could see the tattoo snake over his shoulder and unto his neck. It also meandered down from his shoulder and covered the right side of his chest, then continued to his groin.

His dick was thick, but not overly long, and covered in small knots. From there the tattoo crossed over his body and continued down his left ankle. Those that saw the tattoo in its full glory were already doomed, although they didn’t know it. Once his prey submitted to him, the end was never far behind. The fear in their eyes and the frightened begging that came from the lips of his prey as he drained them always excited him, made his orgasm much more intense.

The problem was that once he finished feeding the pleasure was gone, and loneliness bombarded him.

Now the mindless pleasure, the thrill of the hunt and his prey’s fear were no longer enough. He wanted—Satan help him—he wanted a mate. Someone who would belong to him ‘til the end of time. He’d made his wishes known to his lord and was granted the right to take a human, if he found one that fit his needs. So far no such human had been found, and he had looked—extensively.

A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised above wickedly sinful eyes. Several men and women had played the game and fallen for his dark looks—they regretted it eternally. He was no man to be played with… because he was no man.

My Sexy Saturday - The Harvest: Taken

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.

This week’s theme is a sexy first. A sexy first could be anything: a sexy first kiss, a sexy first meeting, a sexy first spaceship ride with that sexy someone. It could be with some awesome billionaire on his yacht, or how about a night of just stargazing for two wonderful geeks who have somehow managed to find each other in this crazy world. We're going to show you the good, the bad, and even the hilarious moments that could comprise a sexy first.

For this week, I thought I’d do something from The Harvest: Taken.

Excerpt:

“Well, hell, kiss me,” I whispered.

Gently he eased over me, his lips softly brushing against mine. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue slid against mine, dueling and exploring me. I moaned deep in my chest as his hand sank in my hair. Finally his tongue subdued mine as I gave way to him. His mouth slanted over mine, urging me to respond to his kiss. The feel of his shaft rubbing against mine had me melting into him.

“So good,” he purred against my mouth, his lips moving down the column of my throat.

A small nip was the only warning I had before he sucked hard at the base of my neck, marking me. The hand buried in my hair kept my head still. “Holy hell, that tongue.”

A soft purr rose from Keyno. He tightened his hold on me, grinding our cocks together. The silkiness of my pants rubbed against my erection, causing more sensations to spread through my body. He nudged at my chin until I tilted my head back, baring my neck to him. He eagerly rubbed his cheek against my throat.

“What—what are you doing?”

“Marking you.”

NOTE: This is a previously published work, but there has been some new material added.

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My Sexy Saturday - Be My Human

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.

For this week, I thought I’d do something from my upcoming Dreamspinner release, Be My Human. It’s book 2 in the Moonlit Skies series.

Excerpt:

“Mmm, babe, your stripes are showing,” Reed panted.

“That’s not all.” Taz’s grin was quick, a flash of joy that turned into a yelp of pleasure when Reed slammed him down hard. Taz’s tail whipped about them, fluttering madly, while soft purrs filled the space around them.

Suddenly Reed held Taz still, holding him tightly so he couldn’t move. Taz meowed pitifully, straining to be released.

“Hold on.” Reed pulled Taz against his chest, his hands leaving Taz’s ass.

“What—?” Taz let out a startled purr of happiness when Reed undid his braid, loosening his hair and spreading it out over his shoulders. Mollified, a grinning Taz shook his head, sending waves of multicolored hair everywhere.

Taz blinked when Reed reached up, his hand holding Taz’s chin so they could look into each other’s eyes. “You are so beautiful, Taz. Stripes, tail, all that sexy long hair…. You mean the world to me, my lovely little alien. You, and only you, complete me.”

“Oh, Reed.” Taz bit his lip to keep the tears back. “I feel the same.”

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday Bloghop - Priceless

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.

For this week, I thought I’d do something from my Dreamspinner release, Priceless. It’s book one in the Gods series, and is about to be released in French on Aug. 5th.

Blurb:

Sparks ignite when Cupid takes aim at two mortals in Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an average guy on a company vacation, looks into Garrett’s eyes at a craps table and time stands still. Throwing aside everything he believes, Randy engages in a torrid two-night affair with Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s fallen in love.

Cynical billionaire Garrett Shiffler has everything money can buy, and most of his dates can’t see past the dollar signs. Life has taught him that innocence and love are figments of the imagination. But when Randy disappears, taking with him feelings Garrett thought he’d never know, Garrett wages the most important battle of his life to win Randy's love—but this time he fights with his heart, not his bank account.

Meanwhile, Cupid wonders what happened. His golden arrows never fail unless the Fates interfere. If Garrett wants to win Randy back, he’s going to have to do it on his own, because the Fates have other plans for Cupid.

Excerpt:

They stepped closer and Randy’s body was as tense as a drawn bow. What would a suave, sophisticated guy do in this situation? Suave, right. Randy just hoped he didn’t make an idiot out of himself. Randy’s breathing increased as he chewed his lip. His heart sped up as Garrett leaned into him. Would the kiss be hard and brutal, his mouth claimed by an onslaught of passion that would leave him breathless and bruised? He moaned in surprise as Garrett’s mouth sweetly moved on his.

From one heartbeat to the next, pleasure exploded in Randy’s mind. He hadn’t expected such gentleness. Throwing caution to the wind, he grasped Garrett’s hips and pulled him closer. Garrett’s tongue explored his mouth, that sinful goatee tickling his chin. When Garrett nudged his head to the side and nibbled a path down Randy’s neck, he willingly bared his throat. And moaned again when Garrett sucked hard on the tender skin near his collarbone.

Randy, squirming from the sensations, rubbed his leg up and down Garrett’s thigh. One of Garrett’s hands drifted down and lifted Randy’s leg higher, palming his ass as he kneaded the firm flesh. The electricity that jumped between them had Randy shaking.

“Garrett,” Randy gasped as Garrett found a particularly good spot, “there’s gotta be cameras in here.”

Garrett held Randy tightly for a moment, their bodies crushed together, before he released him and moved away. He mumbled under his breath about how could Randy think, much less clearly, at that moment. Randy leaned against the elevator wall, eyes closed, and tried to bring his rampaging body under control. The elevator dinged and lurched to a stop, causing Randy to stumble into Garrett.

He slid his arm around Randy to steady him and didn’t let go when the doors parted. Garrett pulled Randy toward his suite, throwing the door open. Once inside he slammed the door shut, spun Randy around, and trapped him against the back of the door. He slammed his mouth over Randy’s, picking up where he left off in the elevator until Randy was gasping for air.

“Let me be very clear,” Garrett panted into his mouth. “I want you in my bed. I want you desperate, wild, and begging.”

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My Sexy Saturday - Be My Alien

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.

For this week, I thought I’d do something from my Dreamspinner release, Be My Alien. It’s book one in the Moonlit Skies series. Book 2, Be My Human, has been subbed.

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Blurb:

A man too busy for love…

Reed owns an upscale men’s boutique with a naughty back room. While making a late delivery to a client, he runs into Taz.

A man on a disastrous date…

When Taz agreed to come to Earth on a date, he didn’t expect to be dumped and left with no way home. Then he falls into Reed’s arms—literally.

A coffee date soon becomes a trip back to Reed’s apartment. But when Taz’s stripes begin to show, Reed discovers Taz comes from a planet far, far away.

Reed never believed aliens existed, but he’s facing one now. What in the world is he going to do?

Excerpt:

“Are you okay? Hello?”

Reed dragged his mind away from those sexy green eyes. “Ah, huh? What?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall on top of you like that. You see, it was like this. I was pushed, and you just happened to be there and….” The stranger grinned at Reed. “And down we went.”

Reed shifted under the body lying so contentedly on top of him. Hell’s bells, the guy fit against him perfectly. From the feel of things, they were both close to the same height. Which also meant certain things were… aligned. “Oh yeah, I’m okay. Banged my head a little, but I’m fine.”

The stranger bit his bottom lip, his teeth worrying the tender skin. Reed debated slamming his head against the floor a few more times in the hopes of rattling his brain back to normal as the stranger rolled off him.

“I really am sorry.”

“No harm done.” Reed sat up and looked at the guy once again. Well, not much harm, anyway. His libido just had to pick now to perk up, didn’t it? But damn, this guy was sexy. Reed struggled to his feet and held his hand out to the man still on the floor, looking up at him. The guy took his hand and let Reed pull him up. “Name’s Reed. Are you okay?”

My Sexy Saturday - Pure

My Sexy Saturday

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.

For this week, I thought I’d do something from my Dreamspinner release, Pure. It’s book three in The Gods series.

Blurb:

Zygi Wyatt is an intimidating dom, but he yearns for love just like the next man. However, finding a partner who isn’t scared of his size is no easy task. The easygoing Mo seems like the answer to his prayers.

Love is the stuff of dreams. Ask the god Morpheus—he knows all about it. Mo wants Zygi in a forever kind of way, but he has to be sure of Zygi’s love before he claims him for his mate and reveals his true self.

Unfortunately, Zeus is growing increasingly unhappy with Morpheus, and Ares is determined to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Zygi and Mo will have to brave the wrath of the gods to make their dreams come true.

Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3886

“Maybe we all have a bit of that green-eyed monster in us. I never approached Morpheus because I knew I wasn’t what he needed. He’s right, you know. I would have played with him for a while, then moved on. He wants a mate—you. He chose you, and yes, it pissed me off. He chose a human over me, the god of all gods. What a blow to my pride. You’d know about blows to the pride, wouldn’t you, Zygi?”

“Look, if you came here…. Wait a minute. You were listening to what Cam and I talked about, weren’t you?”

“Yes, I was. It’s why I’m here. Mo has a cave at Mt. Olympus. He dreams there, on a bed covered in dark silken sheets surrounded by poppy flowers. Not a good place, Zygi. He goes there when he retreats from the world. He sleeps nearly all the time.”

Zygi felt the blood drain out of his face. “Tell me he’s protected. Everyone has hinted about Ares and his fixation on Mo, so tell me he wasn’t left without protection.”

“No one but Cam or I can enter. And now you. I want you to claim Morpheus and mate with him. As much as I would have enjoyed having Morpheus as a plaything, I want him happy more. You are the right one for him.” Zeus brushed his hair over his shoulder. “That isn’t easy for me to admit.”

“Well, I have to say, I’m shocked. It takes a big man to admit he fucked up. Thank you. I’ll do my best to convince him that I’m an ass, but I’m an ass who loves him.”

“I believe you do. I also have something for you. So, here.” Zeus handed a pair of cuffs to Zygi.