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Zombies Rule! Humans Drool! — Dead New World by Ryan Hill

I am excited to share a new venture from my buddies at Definition House, a forward thinking and innovative new Publisher. This is their first project and they are taking on the undead! And the most exciting part is that anyone can invest in the project through an online investment group called Kickstarter!

Dead New World by Ryan Hill

Zombies aren’t mindless anymore.

They follow orders. And if Holt and Ambrose want to kill some undead, they’ll do the same. But when a routine mission goes horribly wrong, the best friends’ lives are flayed to the bone.

Now there’s only one light in the darkness of Holt’s life, and when she’s taken, he’ll do anything to get her back. Even if that means defying orders and using his best friend as a weapon. Holt and Ambrose risk all to save her, but what they discover among the hordes threatens to remake humanity. Again.

In the end, will there be anything left to live for in this dead new world?

The Campaign:

The Kickstarter campaign will run from November 14 to December 14. And we are so excited! We believe that by using crowd-sourcing we will be able to generate buzz and interact with readers even before the book is published. It also brings authors and readers together so that they are both part of the publication journey. And as the publisher, we look forward to strengthening that bond. We’ve chosen Ryan Hill’s Dead New World as our first project and are looking forward to sharing it with you. Thank you for spreading the word. Now let’s make beautiful zombies together!

Definition House

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DefinitionHouse
Twitter: https://twitter.com/DefinitionHouse
Website: http://www.definitionhouse.com/

Ryan Hill

Ryan Hill’s bio:

Ryan Hill likes to keep zombies in a safe place—his head. If zombies ever do take over, the thought of living off canned beans is not enticing. At all.

Ryan uses a healthy dose of real life and imagination to come up with stories, and typically spends his time, reading, writing, and watching movies or TV shows…anything involving a good story. Drop him a line on Twitter @J_Ryan.

Ryan Hill

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ryanhillwrites
Twitter: https://twitter.com/J_Ryan
Website: http://www.ryanhillwrites.com/

To learn more about the project and how to invest follow the link to kickstart:


Sexy Excerpt from Prophecy’s Child by Brenda Dyer

I’m so excited!!! And I just can’t hide it. I’m about to lose control and I think I like it!! I’m getting my Pointer Sisters on today because:

My good friend Brenda Dyer is here and she has kindly provided us with a little panty-melting scene from her newest release, Prophecy’s Child.

 

For those of you who have never read Brenda Dyer, please let me introduce you to a new favorite author. You have to read her sexy vampires, because, let me tell you, the love scenes are molten, the action is nail-biting, but those aren’t the best parts of her stories…oh no. The best part of her stories is the depth of character, the romantic chemistry and pure love her characters share.

Love’s Prophecy, the first book in The Prophecy series is the best Vampire Romance I’ve ever read and Prophecy’s Child is even better because I’ve got a serious crush on Kal, the hero in the second book.

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Here is the steamy excerpt from Prophecy’s Child — Be careful if you’re at work. You don’t want to overheat.

Katherine stepped back and undid the button on her jeans. Kal’s wild stare lent her courage. The zipper came next. She shoved the soft denim down her legs.

Pure male desire gleamed from his eyes. “You’re more beautiful then I remembered.”

Sexual power coursed through her. His words, coupled with his look, answered her earlier question of whether he still found her attractive.

He knelt down and ran his calloused palms up her calves, the back of her thighs, then massaged her butt. “I’m going to taste you now.”

Kal’s words cranked her arousal up another notch. He was simply stating a fact, not asking for her permission.

His fingers hooked the top of her panties, and with slow, torturous tugs, he peeled the red satin down her legs.

“Sweet perfection.” He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder, exposing her most private area to his burning gaze.

Hurry. I can’t take this much longer. His warm breath fanned over her moist sex. She trembled, waiting for his next move—for his tongue and lips.

And she didn’t have to wait long. The next second, his tongue dragged across her aching clit. Intense pleasure exploded through her nerves. She grabbed onto his head to hold herself up.

His silky blue and black hair brushed her thighs as he nuzzled deeper, stroking, licking. “Oh fuck, yeah. You’re so sweet,” he said in a low, rough voice.

Katherine glanced down. Eyes closed, nose and mouth buried in her folds, he sucked her swollen flesh. Pressure built, climbing, higher and higher. Her breathing turned to shallow gasps. She gripped handfuls of his hair, anchoring herself to Earth. “Kal…oh yes…don’t stop.”

His soft groans vibrated her clitoris. She closed her eyes and focused on his mouth and tongue.

All too soon, her body tightened as an orgasm roared through her. Her head tipped back. “Oh God, yes, yes.”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

He resumed feasting, drawing out her pleasure. Wave after wave, tremor upon tremor wracked her body. On and on, they crashed over her until her legs quivered and she feared she’d faint.

 

Well, that got my blood pumping! Thanks for stopping by and reading.

 

Blurb for Prophecy’s Child

His secret will shatter her world.

Katherine Colby’s life splintered ten years ago when her lover suddenly vanished, leaving her with more than a broken heart. But when Kal unexpectedly makes an appearance, her safe, dependable existence is shattered once more. Drawn into Kal’s deadly world of vampires and demons, she must now put aside her hurt and anger and learn to trust him. Can she forgive past deceptions and find the courage to love again? Or will she turn away the one man who owns her heart and soul?

Her secret will change his life.

Powerful, and lethal, Kal is a vampire warrior, sworn to protect humans from demons. Loving Katherine too much to pull her into his dangerous world, Kal deserted her, believing his decision was best for them both. But not even time could assuage his yearning for the woman who has captured his heart. As fate tosses them together once again, Kal must fight to win Katherine’s trust and forgiveness before evil separates them forever. But is he ready to become the man she needs him to be? Or will he lose the one woman he can’t live without?

 

Brenda DyerYou can buy Prophecy’s Child at:

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E0R4230

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/337666

 

And you can find Brenda at:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BrendaMDyer

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BrendaMDyer

Website: http://www.brendamdyer.com

Blog: http://www.brendamdyer.blogspot.com


Romance and the MC with a Disability by Tempeste O’Riley

Welcome, Tempeste! Glad to have you today!

Designs-of-Desire-200_zps7be4a6f0Hello and thank you Casea for hosting Designs of Desire, and me, the author, lol. Today I’m going to tackle an oft ignored topic… the disabled MC. It’s a topic that many don’t think about or concern themselves with—almost like if someone has a disability they aren’t a whole sexual being…Seriously!??

Everyone can have a fully enriching life despite physical or mental limitations. That said though, when I sat down to wrote DoD I didn’t say “Oh, I want to write a story where a disabled guy finds love.” No, what I thought about was how frustrated I get about how others perceive me and often treat me because I use forearm crutches and can’t walk much—or stand long without serious pain. The pity, anger, or out right dismissal of my existence. And so, James Bryant was born!

For James part of his disability is genetic (same as mine) and part is thanks to an ex and the damage done by him, but where a disability comes from has nothing to do with who the person is inside. Too often, in my opinion, the person that isn’t “perfect” gets passed over and ignored both in real life and in romance. I wanted James to find his “prince” and get his HEA, despite what the hate and/or pity of others had taught him about himself and his possibilities for love.

I’m not the only one to think this way, though maybe not always from a personal view point. Books such as Andrew Grey’s A Helping of Love or Love Comes Silently; Play It Again, Charlie, by R. Cooper; or Fix This, Sir, by Jaime Samms, do a wonderful job of depicting various disabilities and showing how, even when they don’t fit the masses “ideal of perfection” so many strive for, love and HEA’s are obtainable. And yes, these are fiction, but believe me; it’s just as possible in the real world, if only you open your eyes to the blessing and beauty within others and not just their wrappings.

Designs of Desire

by Tempeste O’Riley

M/M Erotic BDSM/Kink Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: July 29th 2013

Length: Novel / 200 pages

 

 

Description:

Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.

As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is unobtainable—including James—if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.

James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t survive?

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667, 668, 669….

A file slapped the desk in front of James, distracting him from his attempt at counting the dots in the ceiling tiles above him.

“I know you’re busy and all,” Brian said, his usual sneer in place. “But do you think you’ll have time to help a new client?” The man just lived to give him a hard time.

James took a deep breath. He desperately hoped his hatred of the man towering over him didn’t show. James Knew open displays of boredom pissed Brian off, but James hadn’t had a prospective or existing client call in two days. He’d finished his purchasing reports, sent the work orders and e-mail. All calls done. What else was he supposed to do?

“Sure, Brian. Let me see what we’ve got, and I’ll head right out,” James replied. He tried to sound upbeat. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his job; he did. But Brian hated him, and he always got the leftovers—usually clients the other designers did not want for one reason or another.

“I’m sure this one’s right up your—” Cough. “—alley,” Brian finished with a snicker.

James never figured out how someone so hateful and narrow-minded as Brian stood working in their field, much less kept his job. In James’s opinion, art, even corporate branding and design, should attract people with a bit more open-mindedness. He had a few ideas on the latter but kept his opinions, and gutter-mind, to himself.

Forcing a smile across his face as he opened the folder in front of him, James called out to Brian’s retreating form, “No worries, boss.”

Brian paused and turned to look over his shoulder and with a nasty smile added, “Oh, and the guy’ll be here in about ten minutes. Don’t screw up.”

Ten minutes? Seriously?

He started to peruse the new client information, pleased that at least the file seemed to be complete—charts, images, budget, etc.—and his phone rang. He answered on the second ring. “Good morning, James Bryant speaking.”

“Ah, Jamie, got the file yet? ’Cuz let me tell you, this one’s something else,” came the disembodied voice of his best friend and co-worker, Chase Manning. “He’s not like most of the scraps Brian-the-dick tosses you.”

“I’m sure I can handle whatever he sends my way. The clients aren’t usually as difficult as Brian and the others make them seem. They just don’t want to deal with high maintenance or quirky. Which, when you consider the job, makes no sense. But—”

“Jamie, dear,” Chase said, cutting him off. “That’s not it at all. This guy’s hot, and I mean H-O-T, hot. He’s waiting for you already and man, I so wish I had your job today,” he practically squealed. “So hurry up and get your sexy ass down here. Now.”

“Shh…. Don’t be so loud. The last thing I need is you to offend a new client. Now, go back to work and let me read over the file, would ya?” He shook his head and clicked off his Bluetooth. James glanced over the information for his new client. Seth Burns? Carl, their senior manager, had been trying to get Mr. Burns of Carrington Enterprises as a client for years. Wonder what he’s looking for and how this project slipped past Brian to me?

Setting it aside, James pulled out his messenger bag and loaded it with the folder. He already had all his staples in there: pens, pencils, a notebook or two, and a couple of sketch pads. He carefully hung it across his neck and shoulder so the bag wouldn’t slip. He preferred his backpack, but his boss frowned on “casual.” James gathered his forearm crutches, the plain black ones he only used for work, and he began the arduous task of getting up before he slipped his arms through the cuffs.

Once satisfied he wasn’t forgetting anything, James slung himself down the hall to the elevator, where he waited. He hated standing there, given Brian’s office faced the hall.

When James reached the main floor, Chase seemed to vibrate as he waited for him. His face reminded James of a child at Disney World instead of the twenty-five-year-old man he actually was.

“Do you want to meet with him down here in one of the conference rooms?” Chase pleaded, batting his eyes for full effect. He knew better than to act like that, but, oh well.

“Relax, Chase,” James said with a smile. Chase, his sometimes assistant and best friend, always worried about James walking too much, but then he never managed to understand the idea of limitations versus inability. James could walk, though he couldn’t walk far or carry much of anything. He simply needed his crutches. Limitations James loathed but had learned to accept.

“I just hate you traipsing up and down the halls. I wish—”

“Don’t,” James snapped harder than he’d meant to. “Sorry. You know I appreciate your concern, but I’m a big boy and can manage fine. Now, go back to your desk and do your job so I can do mine.”

With a huff, Chase flounced back to his desk. “Fine,” he called over his shoulder. “Be that way.”

James ignored him and pushed on, maneuvering himself around to reception to meet his new client.

TO-logo-250-transparent_zpsb765d2b8About the Author:

Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud omnisexual / bi-woman whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what she couldn’t–defy the hate and come out. He has been her hero ever since.

Tempe is a hopeless romantic that loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.

Tempe is also a proud member of Romance Writers of America® and Rainbow Romance Writers. Learn more about Tempeste and her writing at http://tempesteoriley.com.

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Blurb:

Melody Manning’s workaholic ambition, coupled with a slave-driving former boss, has made her the youngest market analyst in her firm. It’s also killed her personal life, including losing her fiancé. When she receives a message from him on New Year’s Eve announcing his engagement to another woman, Mel loses it. Her new, more compassionate boss has the perfect solution for her—get laid. Good and laid.

At his suggestion, she signs up with the 1Night Stand service, listing her deepest sexual desires on the application.  A speedy response from Madame Eve has Melody on her way to Sonoma Valley wine country and a one-night stand with a mysterious Dom.

The sexy, masked Master promises to get to the bottom of her guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand. After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?

Excerpt

The following excerpt has been bleeped out to make it a PG-13 excerpt. Please keep in mind that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not suitable for minors. Thank you.

Mel sucked in a breath, and opened the door. The darkened room flickered with the light of at least a dozen candles. She squinted as she walked in. The smell of incense and roses wafted in the air. Her sight adjusted, and the darker shadows of the space became visible. She scanned the scene.

In the middle of the room sat an oversized bed covered in black velvet and satin. Her arms and legs quivered. A roughly made wooden table stood with two straight-backed chairs in the corner, and a tray of appetizing food awaited.

She stood frozen, anticipating his appearance. Her heart thumped in her chest. Was he hiding? She began to turn—

“Do not turn around, Miss Manning.” His voice whispered against her ear.

She jumped at the husky sound, but didn’t try to move away.

He ran his hands across her shoulders and trailed his fingers down her bare arms. “Are you frightened, kitten?”

Her skin tingled at his simple, but intimate touch. The heat from his massive body radiated against her back though he never made contact with it. Although she couldn’t see him, his presence filled the room, and the walls seemed to shrink at his closeness. “I’m a little scared. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I guess you do—”

His finger glided up her shoulder to press against her lips and his whispered rebuke filled her ear. “Silence.”

Her eyes fluttered closed. Pleasure and fear mingled in her mind and over her skin. She wanted so bad to turn her head and look at him, but somehow she knew she shouldn’t.

The spicy masculine scent of him filled the air, and his moist, heavy breath sent waves of heat  down her neck. “During this portion of the evening you will only speak when asked a direct question, and you will address me as ‘Sir’. Understand?”

Concentrating on his words, she had to strain to hear him over her pounding heart but nodded. In the dim light of the candles, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Excitement and fear zinged to her extremities and every place in between.

“There’s nothing to be frightened of.”

He trailed his tongue from her earlobe down to her nape. She gasped and tensed her shoulders as he nipped and sucked the sensitive skin. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and throbbed. The mystery of him enticed her as much as his touch and scent.

He swept his hand slowly over her stomach. She melted back against him, the heat of his body wrapping around hers, instant, carnal and very real. Throbbing need pulsed between her legs, replacing the chill of fear.

“I’m going to remove your dress.”

“Okay.” The word whooshed from her. Dizziness caused her to sway. Is this really happening? His velvet baritone held a familiar lilt she couldn’t place, but surely if she’d heard that sexy sound before, she’d remember. Right now she was so aroused, it could be her high school boyfriend and she wouldn’t know—or care.

“Okay, what?”

Her body tensed at his rebuke. “Okay, Sir.”

“You have enough discipline coming this evening for past transgressions, Miss Manning. Let’s not complicate matters by increasing their number. All right?”

“All right, Sir.” She sucked in a breath at the mention of punishment. What would he do to her? She had stipulated mild discipline, but what did that mean to him?

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Blurb:

Melody Manning’s workaholic ambition, coupled with a slave-driving former boss, has made her the youngest market analyst in her firm. It’s also killed her personal life, including losing her fiancé. When she receives a message from him on New Year’s Eve announcing his engagement to another woman, Mel loses it. Her new, more compassionate boss has the perfect solution for her—get laid. Good and laid.

At his suggestion, she signs up with the 1Night Stand service, listing her deepest sexual desires on the application.  A speedy response from Madame Eve has Melody on her way to Sonoma Valley wine country and a one-night stand with a mysterious Dom.

The sexy, masked Master promises to get to the bottom of her guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand. After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?

Excerpt

The following excerpt has been bleeped out to make it a PG-13 excerpt. Please keep in mind that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not suitable for minors. Thank you.

Mel sucked in a breath, and opened the door. The darkened room flickered with the light of at least a dozen candles. She squinted as she walked in. The smell of incense and roses wafted in the air. Her sight adjusted, and the darker shadows of the space became visible. She scanned the scene.

In the middle of the room sat an oversized bed covered in black velvet and satin. Her arms and legs quivered. A roughly made wooden table stood with two straight-backed chairs in the corner, and a tray of appetizing food awaited.

She stood frozen, anticipating his appearance. Her heart thumped in her chest. Was he hiding? She began to turn—

“Do not turn around, Miss Manning.” His voice whispered against her ear.

She jumped at the husky sound, but didn’t try to move away.

He ran his hands across her shoulders and trailed his fingers down her bare arms. “Are you frightened, kitten?”

Her skin tingled at his simple, but intimate touch. The heat from his massive body radiated against her back though he never made contact with it. Although she couldn’t see him, his presence filled the room, and the walls seemed to shrink at his closeness. “I’m a little scared. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I guess you do—”

His finger glided up her shoulder to press against her lips and his whispered rebuke filled her ear. “Silence.”

Her eyes fluttered closed. Pleasure and fear mingled in her mind and over her skin. She wanted so bad to turn her head and look at him, but somehow she knew she shouldn’t.

The spicy masculine scent of him filled the air, and his moist, heavy breath sent waves of heat  down her neck. “During this portion of the evening you will only speak when asked a direct question, and you will address me as ‘Sir’. Understand?”

Concentrating on his words, she had to strain to hear him over her pounding heart but nodded. In the dim light of the candles, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Excitement and fear zinged to her extremities and every place in between.

“There’s nothing to be frightened of.”

He trailed his tongue from her earlobe down to her nape. She gasped and tensed her shoulders as he nipped and sucked the sensitive skin. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and throbbed. The mystery of him enticed her as much as his touch and scent.

He swept his hand slowly over her stomach. She melted back against him, the heat of his body wrapping around hers, instant, carnal and very real. Throbbing need pulsed between her legs, replacing the chill of fear.

“I’m going to remove your dress.”

“Okay.” The word whooshed from her. Dizziness caused her to sway. Is this really happening? His velvet baritone held a familiar lilt she couldn’t place, but surely if she’d heard that sexy sound before, she’d remember. Right now she was so aroused, it could be her high school boyfriend and she wouldn’t know—or care.

“Okay, what?”

Her body tensed at his rebuke. “Okay, Sir.”

“You have enough discipline coming this evening for past transgressions, Miss Manning. Let’s not complicate matters by increasing their number. All right?”

“All right, Sir.” She sucked in a breath at the mention of punishment. What would he do to her? She had stipulated mild discipline, but what did that mean to him?

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Book Spotlight: Don’t Ask Don’t Tell by Melissa Kendall

dadt2Sergeant Jason Holt and his boyfriend Sergeant Patrick Wentworth have been in a secret relationship for almost ten years. When the daily paper brings news of the repeal of the military’s ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ policy, they think their prayers have finally been answered. Yet things aren’t always as easy as they seem, with not everybody at work supportive of their lifestyle and even their parents skeptical. Will they finally be able to be out and proud?

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About The Author:

Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world. 

She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.

She writes a little bit of everything but contemporary erotic romance is her favourite genre. Check out the links below for details on her other works.

Website: http://www.melissakendall.net

Blog:http://mkendallauthor.blogspot.com.au

Twitter: @mkendallauthor

 http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Ask-Tell-Romance-ebook/dp/B00BVRQTR4/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1363607704&sr=1-5&keywords=melissa+kendall

Excerpt (adult):

My mind filled with images of when Patrick came into my life.

We met our first day at the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York. I was a Texan boy following in the footsteps of a long line of military men, Patrick a local New Yorker escaping a troubled life. Drawn to each other right away, it didn’t take long for us to become the best of friends. Only after we graduated from West Point did we both recognize our feelings were more than platonic.

Together, we shipped out to the 504th BFSB at Fort Hood. We bunked together for the first year, and everything was great, until one night about three months after we arrived, things changed.

I jumped in the shower while Patrick went to get takeout for dinner. When I finished getting clean, I headed out of the bathroom to get dressed. Not expecting anybody to be about but me, I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist. A gasp and the thud of paper bags meeting the floor made me realize my roommate had returned.

I looked up, not expecting to see the expression of pure lust on Patrick’s face. I went from flaccid to erect in all of a second, my body’s reaction unmistakable. In two large strides, Patrick closed the gap between us, his lips colliding with mine in a passion-filled kiss. When my brain caught up with my body, I threw my arms around him, pulling him against me in a tight embrace, all the while our lips and tongues danced.

Years of pent up sexual tension seemed to explode from both of us. Our hands caressed everywhere, unable to get enough.

Feeling fabric under my fingertips instead of skin I pulled away from the kiss and set about trying to get him naked as fast as possible. I unbuckled his belt, and then unbuttoned his fly. As I pulled his jeans open, my heart skipped a beat as his dick sprang out at me. I cocked my eyebrow at him, questioning his choice of commando. He just shrugged. Since he’d given me such easy access, I wasted no time taking full advantage. I pulled his pants down until they were around his ankles, placing my mouth around the head of his cock before he even got a chance to step out of them.

 “Holy fuck!” Patrick moaned. “Jesus, Jason … so … fucking … good.” He placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my movements.

I’d been on the receiving end of having my dick sucked many a time, but never given it. On my knees in front of him, I appreciated the comforting weight of his guidance. Unable to fit more than half his length in my mouth, I wrapped my hand around the base and moved it up and down in time with my mouth. The cacophony of grunts and groans coming from Patrick made my dick ache. I wrapped my spare hand around my own cock and moved it in time with my ministrations on his erection.

I glanced up and noticed him staring at me, lust written all over his face, and I almost came on the spot. I’d always hoped someone would look at me in such a lascivious manner, and for at least a year, I’d been hoping it would be Patrick. However, to see the expression on his face directed at me made my heart beat a million miles an hour. I moaned around his cock, knowing it always got me close to coming. All of a sudden, his cum shot down the back of my throat as he let out a feral sounding growl. The combination of hearing him come and knowing I brought him that pleasure sent me over the edge, my release spilling all over my hand and the floor.

Collapsing in a spent heap on the floor, we remained there for quite a while, the reality of what we’d done sinking in.

The military did not accept gays. I’d known when I enrolled at West Point, the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy meant I’d have to hide a side of myself. Raised in an army family, I understood I could never fully be myself by joining. I’d thought I could do it, no problem. Meeting Patrick, I realized hiding my sexual orientation wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d thought.

Once we both got our breath back, we crawled into Patrick’s bed and curled up together, dinner lying forgotten on the floor. We had many firsts that night. For the most part, however, we talked about what happened and what we wanted to happen.

It shocked both of us to find out we’d been harboring feelings for one another for at least a year. We’d also each chosen careers in the military even though we were both well aware we were gay.

Patrick’s hand waving in front of my face brought me out of my memories.

“Where did you go, babe?”

“Sorry, darlin’, I was just remembering the first time I gave you a blow job.”

A smile reappeared on his face. “Mmmm, I remember that well.”

“Me too. How about a do-over?” I asked with a cheeky grin.

“Sounds like a plan.”

 

 


Guest Post: Quick Love by Jessica Subject

Ladies and Gents, please welcome my favorite author of Sci-Fi Romance, Jessica Subject. This is one outta-this-world Chick and I’m so happy to have her on the blog today.

AlienLoverFinalMedQuick Love Stories

Hey everyone! I’d like to thank Casea for having me on her blog.

I’m here to talk about quick love stories, as is my latest release, Alien Lover. These are stories you can read in a half an hour or less. Why are these great? Well, we can read them over lunch, while waiting for appointments or the kids, and even right before bed. As a reader, we get the satisfaction of finishing a story in a short period of time.

Now, as a writer, these stories aren’t always the easiest to pen. You have to fit so much into a limited amount of space, and readers almost always say they wish the story had been longer.

When I first started writing, I didn’t think I could write anything shorter than 50,000 words. But, I had to try. One of my critique partners told me that these shorties don’t tell the entire story. They’re only a glimpse into the characters life, and don’t contain much back story, so leave anything unnecessary out. So, that’s what I did with the three erotica stories that I have in Decadent Publishing’s The Edge line. All three are super hot and super short. Unlike some erotica stories though, I have to at least have a happily-for-now ending, even if there is no happily-ever-after. I’m programmed that way, I guess.

I like the books I read to be the same way, too. I am satisfied knowing the characters are at least going to be together for now.

What about you? Do you read short stories? If so, are you left satisfied at the end, or wanting more?

Alien Lover Blurb:

Unconvinced of her fiancé’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancé. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?

Now available from Decadent Publishing and other ebook retailers.

More information and Buy Links here: http://www.markofthestars.com/wp/?page_id=11774

Book Trailer:

http://youtu.be/p1Wr59y9F5I

Excerpt:

ThePowerOfThreeFinalMed“Incoming message,” the computer chimed. “Source located one nautical mile away, starboard.”

She brushed her hands across the console and brought the video feed from the ship’s right hand side onscreen. The image quivered, and she groaned when it finally became clear. A Moloxian starcruiser.

Shit! I just want to go home. During her search, the crews of the few Moloxian scavenger ships she’d come across had been willing to let her pass if she traded with them. But she had nothing left, only enough food and fuel to reach Earth, and even then she’d be hungry during the last leg of her journey.

“Play.” She decided to listen to their demands, give them what they wanted, and move on. She had no other choice. Starvation was a better alternative than providing the sexual services they’d always hinted at. The Moloxians, though humanoid, had scale-covered bodies. So incompatible with her own. She wouldn’t survive unscathed and didn’t sleep around anyway.

“Prepare to be boarded.” The deep computerized voice shook her. No slur, and therefore not Moloxian. Who the hell was he?

She didn’t have time to contemplate. Her blood boiling, she gripped the arms of her chair. The creature, whatever species he happened to be, planned to come onto her ship. No one boarded without her permission, which she would not grant. At the sound of her transporter, like the pitter-patter of rain on Earth, she leaped from her seat and spun around. She grasped her bolt stunner and pointed it at the figure materializing into solid form before her eyes.

With a huge outline, the male boarding her ship would only bring her trouble. If his strength matched his size, she had one option: to kill him. She took in his bare, broad chest, sculpted abs, and muscled arms. His tanned skin shone with brilliance, as if the sun rested behind him. She gazed up at his dark hair and warm brown eyes. He studied her with an intense stare while his soft lips curved into a smile.

She gasped. “Diego?”

Givewaway!!

Answer my above questions about short stories for your chance to WIN swag from Alien Lover, CrashLandingFinalMedCrash Landing, and The Power of Three. Please leave your email address in the body of your comment so that I can email you if you win. Winner will be drawn December 15, 2012. Good luck!

Bio:

Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who has enjoyed her stories.

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WINNERS for the ARC Copies of my new story — The Driver’s Seat

Here are the winners of the ARC copies of my new contemporary erotic romance titled,

The Driver’s Seat.

The contest is now closed but if you left a comment as of October 13, 2012 — You won a copy! If you didn’t win — stay tuned because The Driver’s Seat releases in only FIVE days!!!

Seattle Attorney, Belenda “Len” McCreevy has had one hellacious week, but when her battery dies during an ice storm in backwoods Wyoming, it only gets worse. The resort-bound Len is rescued by Jack, local mechanic with a Matthew McConaughey smile and a truck load of dominate appeal that has her hormones raging. It soon becomes clear he’s looking to service more than just her car, but while the man might be good with his hands, Len’s determined to maintain control and be on her way.

Against his better judgment, Jack agrees to let the stubborn woman drive off in the middle of the winter squall with the understanding that if he has to pull her out of a ditch, he’ll also spank her ass.

When Len careens off the road, more than just her car crashes at rock bottom. She swallows her pride and calls the only man who can help.

Stuck in the storm, the two find they have more in common than lust. But will Jack’s secret destroy their growing love and take him out of the driver’s seat?

EXCLUSIVE Excerpt:

She studied his handsome features up close, tracing them with her gaze. Full lips, strong jaw dusted with a day’s growth of stubble, slimline nose and those glinting blue eyes. Gorgeous.

He rubbed his palms together and smirked. “Speaking of taking a hand, are you ready?”

Excitement whipped through her like a mountain gale. Or maybe it was the wine she’d consumed too quickly. Either way, her body was ready for him even if she wasn’t.

His hands flexed and fisted at his side, and his breath came in soft pants. She glanced down at his crotch. His jeans were stretched to capacity. A satisfied smile fluttered over her lips. She wanted him. He obviously wanted her. Why couldn’t she have sex with him?

He stood and pulled her up into his arms. A look of mock remorse covered his face. “You realize this is not what I want to do.”

Spanking her ass wasn’t what she wanted him to do either, and she had no intention of letting him. Her eyes met his with a passion flaming as hot as the logs in the fireplace. “Then what do you want to do?”

He cut his gaze to the front of the hearth and back. “I want to throw you down on that bearskin rug and fuck you into tomorrow.”

His words seared her like molten coals from the grate, and her knees almost gave way.

Oh God, yes!

Within the confines of his strong arms, she evened her breath and purred, “Then why don’t you?” Her heart thundered.

“Quite the negotiator, aren’t you? But if I let you off scot-free, you might really hurt yourself next time. And what does that say about me and my word?”

She dropped her gaze and looked up from under her lashes, trying to appear contrite. “I think I’ve learned my lesson, but you could always punish my body in other ways.” She flashed her sexiest smile and pressed closer to whisper against his lips, “Whaddaya say, cowboy?”

The look on his face said it was a done deal and then some. He cupped her breast and his thumb brushed the nipple. Desire burned all the way to her core. He feathered his lips against hers, and a mutual shiver ran through them, beginning at the point of contact and rippling downward. Softly his mouth slanted over hers, hot and moist. She sighed and parted her lips. He slid his tongue inside. A slow buzz of desire became more urgent as he deepened the kiss. His hand brushed down her side and around to caress her ass. His touch felt so good. She laced her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed into one another.

He pulled gently from her lips to look into her eyes. Desire flamed there and mirrored what she felt.

She was lost in lust, drowning in it. “I want you.”

He groaned. Then his eyes darkened. “I’m afraid not yet, darlin’. Not until we settle this piece of business. You’ve got more than one lesson to learn, and the first is that I always keep my word.”

She bristled at the thought, but the set of his jaw and the alcohol clouding her mind kept her from making a convincing argument. Threading her fingers in his hair, she let her mouth do some negotiating of its own, drawing in his sumptuous bottom lip and sucking it gently. She slipped her other hand to his crotch and massaged the bulge in his jeans.

Whoa.

She’d been wrong earlier, thinking he’d overcompensated. Way wrong.

A resonating growl spilled from deep in his chest, and he whispered against her lips, “As good as that feels, I’m afraid you can’t negotiate your way outta this one.”

Damn.

She dropped her hands and stepped away. Desire rolled between her thighs. She propped her hands on her hips. “You’re not serious?”

His face clouded and a wall of impassivity fell over his features. He sat on the couch and stared at her. “Pull your panties down and lie over my lap.”


Jennifer Lowery and Sex in the Jungle

I have my friend and fellow author with me today and boy, does she have a fun topic. In her resent release HardCore, Jennifer’s characters meet and fall in love (among other things) in a jungle. She’s talking a little bit about that.

Hi Casea and all you fabulous readers out there *waves* Thank you so much for having me today! My debut book, Hard Core, released this week so I’m very excited to be here! Thank you so much for sharing it with me!!

In honor of my release I am offering a copy of my debut romantic suspense, Hard Core, in either ebook format or signed print copy to one lucky commenter so please leave me a comment with your EMAIL and gift choice to be entered to win!!

I had fun writing the love scenes in Hard Core! Did I shock you, lol! What’s hotter than a mercenary in a jungle—pun intended J The heat between Cristian and Alana caught me by surprise, I’ll admit, I’d never written a book this steamy! I’m a suspense writer, but these two heated up the pages for me! I’m sure the heat level is tame for most, but for me it was HOT!

At first I thought they’d have to do it in a tree because you can’t make love on the floor of the jungle! Too many icky, creepy-crawlies! Eeek! Imagine trying to do it on a tree limb! Hmmm…

Well, they didn’t have to do it in a tree, but boy did things get interesting when they got together the first time!! I won’t spoil it for you, but let me just say it didn’t go the way you expect…

How about you, my wonderful readers? Do you have any favorite love scenes that you’ve read? Please share!! And don’t forget to leave you EMAIL for a chance to win a copy of Hard Core!

Thank you for having me today, Casea!! I just want to send out a big THANK YOU to all my readers out there! Without you I wouldn’t be here. My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can personally thank you for your generosity and support!

All my best,

Jennifer

Hard Core/Romantic Suspense Blurb:

He takes lives. She saves them.

 A supposedly hassle-free job for mercenary Cristian Slade becomes a mission of mercy when he saves a life instead of taking one. Slade’s new mission might be his most dangerous yet, because the danger is to his heart.

Tragedy has sent esteemed surgeon Alana O’Grady to a remote a remote Nicaraguan island where she immerses herself in the lives of a native American tribe, using her talents for goodwill instead of wealth and prestige. But life turns upside down when her work requires she protect a rugged mercenary who commands her attention when she’s awake and dominates her dreams while she sleeps.

Doctoring Cristian puts her entire tribe in danger from the man who’s hunting him. Is it her professional oath or her unprofessional attraction to him keeping her from sending him away to heal on his own? Alana’s fire warms Cristian’s heart, but he’s a hardened assassin and has no business falling for someone like her. Can they fight hard enough to keep what they might have together?

Content Warning: Sexual content.

Excerpt:

 

Prepared to start an IV, she picked up a needle. She had it in position when his other arm shot out and he clamped her wrist in a bone-crushing grip. Startled, she met his panicked gaze.

“I said no needles.”

Her heart banged against her ribcage as she let the needle slip out of her hand. It hit the floor with a small ting. Alana opened her hands in surrender, her patient’s fingers digging into her flesh. For a man half-dead, he had amazing strength.

“Okay,” she said to placate him. “Relax, I don’t have it anymore. It’s your choice, but I recommend you let me start an IV for meds.”

“No. Just fix me.”

Alana pinned him with a no nonsense stare. “I’m not impressed with Superman heroics.”

Face pale and drawn, he said gruffly, “I’m not Superman. Learned not to trust people with needles.”

Her fingers were going numb. “If I remove the bullet without pain medication or anesthetic, you’re going to be sorry.”

He studied her. “You’re really a doctor?”

Alana bristled. “Technically, yes.”

“Technically?”

She didn’t have time to explain herself with the amount of blood seeping from his gunshot wound. “I went to med school. You can let go of my arm now. I won’t use any needles.”

He looked down and immediately released his grip. She rubbed her wrist to soothe away the ache. “Can I get to work now, or do you want to question me more about my credentials while you bleed to death? I don’t have a blood bank, so you’re screwed if you lose too much.”

Her blunt statement received a curt nod. She normally didn’t talk to her patients like that. Her patients didn’t normally countermand her either.

“Do it,” he said.

“Without anesthetics?”

“I don’t need them. Just get it over with.”

Stubborn, stupid, or both? Insane, yes, but there wasn’t time to argue with him.

“Okay. The offer stands if you change your mind.”

“I won’t.”

She doubted that, but didn’t comment. Instead, wiped her forehead with her forearm, and picked up gauze pads to clean the wound.

“Here goes,” she warned and dabbed his skin.

Her patient didn’t move or even wince as she cleaned the angry wound. Either he had a will of steel or he’d passed out again. Hopefully, the latter. Sweat rolled down her back as she finished cleansing the area around the bullet entry. Red flesh puckered with the first signs of infection. In this environment infection was guaranteed.

With a steady hand that would have made her father proud, she picked up her instruments and took a deep breath.

“You still with me?”

He murmured a response, turning his head slightly so he could see her. The stark beauty of his profile, despite the bruises, struck her again. The lines of his face were chiseled, unforgiving. The kind of man she’d glance at twice if she passed him on the street.

A man associated with a criminal.

“Still here, Doc. What are you waiting for?” Husky with pain, his deep voice brought her out of her thoughts.

She gave herself a mental shake. “Want something to bite down on?”

A small, wry smile touched his lips and his lids closed. “You won’t hear a peep out of me. Just fix me, Doc.”

“I can hit you so you’ll sleep through it,” she muttered.

That drew a low chuckle from him. She didn’t expect him to have a sense of humor. He seemed too…hard. His chuckle turned into a grunt of pain. “You probably hit like a girl.”

Alana grinned. “Yes, I do. Rest assured it won’t feel like it.”

“Appreciate the offer, but, no.” His words slurred together, his muscles tense as he fought his body’s demands.

“You got a name, Superman?”

His head rolled to the side, his chest rose and fell slowly. She thought he was out but he murmured, “Cristian.”

“Nice to meet you, Cristian.”

Then she dug into the wound for the bullet.

Author Bio:

Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side.

Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.

Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and three children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.

Find Jennifer:

Author Website   Facebook   Twitter   Romance Recipes

Buy Hard Core:

Amazon

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Giving Away Five ARC Copies of my new story — The Driver’s Seat

I am so excited!!! Just got the ARC copies of my new contemporary erotic romance titled,

The Driver’s Seat.

Leave a comment for your chance to win one!

The Driver’s Seat is scheduled for release in October 19, 2012, and the smoking hot cover is the artistry of the lovely, Danielle Fine.

Blurb:

Seattle Attorney, Belenda “Len” McCreevy has had one hellacious week, but when her battery dies during an ice storm in backwoods Wyoming, it only gets worse. The resort-bound Len is rescued by Jack, local mechanic with a Matthew McConaughey smile and a truck load of dominate appeal that has her hormones raging. It soon becomes clear he’s looking to service more than just her car, but while the man might be good with his hands, Len’s determined to maintain control and be on her way.

Against his better judgment, Jack agrees to let the stubborn woman drive off in the middle of the winter squall with the understanding that if he has to pull her out of a ditch, he’ll also spank her ass.

When Len careens off the road, more than just her car crashes at rock bottom. She swallows her pride and calls the only man who can help.

Stuck in the storm, the two find they have more in common than lust. But will Jack’s secret destroy their growing love and take him out of the driver’s seat?

EXCLUSIVE Excerpt:

She studied his handsome features up close, tracing them with her gaze. Full lips, strong jaw dusted with a day’s growth of stubble, slimline nose and those glinting blue eyes. Gorgeous.

He rubbed his palms together and smirked. “Speaking of taking a hand, are you ready?”

Excitement whipped through her like a mountain gale. Or maybe it was the wine she’d consumed too quickly. Either way, her body was ready for him even if she wasn’t.

His hands flexed and fisted at his side, and his breath came in soft pants. She glanced down at his crotch. His jeans were stretched to capacity. A satisfied smile fluttered over her lips. She wanted him. He obviously wanted her. Why couldn’t she have sex with him?

He stood and pulled her up into his arms. A look of mock remorse covered his face. “You realize this is not what I want to do.”

Spanking her ass wasn’t what she wanted him to do either, and she had no intention of letting him. Her eyes met his with a passion flaming as hot as the logs in the fireplace. “Then what do you want to do?”

He cut his gaze to the front of the hearth and back. “I want to throw you down on that bearskin rug and fuck you into tomorrow.”

His words seared her like molten coals from the grate, and her knees almost gave way.

Oh God, yes!

Within the confines of his strong arms, she evened her breath and purred, “Then why don’t you?” Her heart thundered.

“Quite the negotiator, aren’t you? But if I let you off scot-free, you might really hurt yourself next time. And what does that say about me and my word?”

She dropped her gaze and looked up from under her lashes, trying to appear contrite. “I think I’ve learned my lesson, but you could always punish my body in other ways.” She flashed her sexiest smile and pressed closer to whisper against his lips, “Whaddaya say, cowboy?”

The look on his face said it was a done deal and then some. He cupped her breast and his thumb brushed the nipple. Desire burned all the way to her core. He feathered his lips against hers, and a mutual shiver ran through them, beginning at the point of contact and rippling downward. Softly his mouth slanted over hers, hot and moist. She sighed and parted her lips. He slid his tongue inside. A slow buzz of desire became more urgent as he deepened the kiss. His hand brushed down her side and around to caress her ass. His touch felt so good. She laced her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed into one another.

He pulled gently from her lips to look into her eyes. Desire flamed there and mirrored what she felt.

She was lost in lust, drowning in it. “I want you.”

He groaned. Then his eyes darkened. “I’m afraid not yet, darlin’. Not until we settle this piece of business. You’ve got more than one lesson to learn, and the first is that I always keep my word.”

She bristled at the thought, but the set of his jaw and the alcohol clouding her mind kept her from making a convincing argument. Threading her fingers in his hair, she let her mouth do some negotiating of its own, drawing in his sumptuous bottom lip and sucking it gently. She slipped her other hand to his crotch and massaged the bulge in his jeans.

Whoa.

She’d been wrong earlier, thinking he’d overcompensated. Way wrong.

A resonating growl spilled from deep in his chest, and he whispered against her lips, “As good as that feels, I’m afraid you can’t negotiate your way outta this one.”

Damn.

She dropped her hands and stepped away. Desire rolled between her thighs. She propped her hands on her hips. “You’re not serious?”

His face clouded and a wall of impassivity fell over his features. He sat on the couch and stared at her. “Pull your panties down and lie over my lap.”

Stay tuned for more updates! I’m so looking forward to sharing more of this story.