Saturday, December 27, 2014

V.S. Morgan Stops By

Welcome everyone!  I have the absolute pleasure today of hosting my fellow Beyond Fairytales author, V.S. Morgan and her follow up book to The Gift, Sam's Temptation. Personally I can't wait to read this sucker.  So please join me in celebrating V.S.'s newest creation.  And don't forget to enter her rafflecopter drawing.  She's giving away a $20 gift certificate! 

Sam’s Temptation
V.S. Morgan

Decadent Publishing
Length: 77 pages, ~20,000 words
Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic Multicultural Western Foodie Rubenesque

On a working vacation in Montana, Chef Gabi Inez’s schedule allows her to enjoy planned activities and hangout with her cousin and his new family. She’s not looking for love, but spending time with a hunky cowboy sounds perfect. Gabi works hard, but every girl needs some fun. What if flirting leads to something more?

Sam Malone is the brains behind Blackbird, a guest and working ranch. Since his parents’ death, his sole purpose has been family and the ranch’s survival. Burned by love in the past, he avoids the distraction that comes with beautiful women. But what’s a cowboy to do when a sweet and sassy chef gets under his skin, only to be told by her overprotective cousin she’s off limits?

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Hot anger rolled over him. Damn his stupid ass brother for scaring her. He grasped her hand and gently rubbed his thumb over the back of it, wanting to erase her long-ago hurts.
She wore a T-shirt with Come to the Dark Side, We Have Cookies emblazoned across the chest and boxer pajama bottoms with cookies on them. Her knees brushed his hips. He was suddenly aware he wasn’t wearing much. Hell, he hadn’t even buttoned his jeans. Sam released her hand and crossed his arms over his chest. In the background, Katy Perry warned about playing with magic.
“Sorry, my brother’s an immature jerk. I can superglue his butt to his chair or something.” A headlock followed by a noogie sounded really good right then.
“I appreciate the offer, but it’s not necessary.” She peeked up at him with a rueful expression. “I bet you aren’t afraid of anything.”
He shook his head. “I’m scared of spiders. The little bastards creep me out. I make Wyatt kill them as part of his big brother responsibilities.”
Her face lit up with her smile, and his pulse quickened in response. So damn sexy, and she wasn’t even trying….

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About the Author:
V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/f and m/m with heart.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.

Facebook and Goodreads: V.S. Morgan
Twitter: @vsmorgan1.  

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Beyond Fairytales Blessings Blog Hop - Nov 10th -15th

So what happens when you give too much coffee to an author, then let her talk to another crazy writer?  Wacky ideas! That's what!  But that's exactly what happened one fine fall morning.  I was minding my own business when TL Reeve, one of my bestest writing buddies in the world, went hey Dakota...I got this super idea...wanna hear, wanna hear...."   That's when I knew the little wench had been into the sause...or in this case coffee. And for those of you who know TL personally, you know how dangerous that can be.   

Anyway I said yes, and Beyond Fairytales Blessings was born.  Instead of another Christmas hop, we decided to do a Thanksgiving one - you know that holiday that always seems to get overlooked in the commercial madness of Christmas?  Blessings just seemed to fit - especially after we contacted a bunch of our other Beyond Fairytale writers and told them wanted to do a scavenger hunt that featured what their characters were thankful for.   Imagine our surprise when we ended up with ten other authors who jumped on board. 

And hence this blog hop was born.   So be sure to check all the posts out.   Now on to the show....

What are Lucero and Ivan, my characters from Don't Call Me Iron Man, thankful for? 

I had to stop and think.  My smart ass muse said it should be Nicodemus, the storyteller who appears throughout all our tales, or perhaps finding love.   But I nixed both her ideas.  I know what my sexy men are thankful for.  


Well, more than anything he's got - his money, his good looks, even his smarts - none of it seems to matter if no one is around for him to share it with.  So even at his lowest point in the story, he knows he can rely upon one consistent in his life.  His friends - and more specifically Dante, a wise-cracking piano player from Ivan's favorite place to hang out - Paddy McFee's.  He's the only man who can actually get away with calling Ivan Iron Man - with out dying. 

And Lucero?  

He was a bit harder to figure out at first.  Not only does he live in distant realm where he's hiding out from a vindictive queen, he's a bit of a loner.  He lives alone, sleeps alone, eats alone, even works alone.  He lives a solitary existence - by choice.  Of course, that all changes when an off-worlder shakes his world up.   In the end, despite the wild animal attacks, the near misses and an ancient mating ritual, Lucero knows that he's been blessed - with a second chance.  


So now you know what my heroes are thankful for, don't forget to check out the rest of the peeps and enter the grand prize contest.   After all, wouldn't you be  thankful if you won a mega bundle of Beyond Fairytales stories?   

Also don't forget, the twelve us are hosting a party on Facebook on the 17th.  We'll be announcing the winner at the end, but will have plenty of steamy covers, sizzling excerpts and some down right naughty fun as we discuss our Beyond Fairytales.

Here's the rest of the gang....


Once upon a time...there was this guy. A man who had an IQ out of this world and was arrogant enough to give the legendary Tony Stark a run for his money. He had everything he could ever want - a good job, more money than he knew what to do with, and all the sex he wanted - no strings attached. But that all changed on one fateful night...

The last thing Ivan Chugunov expected when he dropped by his favorite haunt for a few brews was to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listened to the man's tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he found himself lost in the story...only to awaken in another realm - one with a quest - for him. Repair the purifier vital to all those who lived and retrieve a medical unit. Seemed simple enough and a small enough price to pay to return to his own time. Well, until he finds out that said 'LT-1789 unit' is actually a reclusive cybernetic man. One who will demand his own price of Ivan - three nights of unbridled sexual bliss...with Ivan at his mercy. Only then will he return to the royal clutch. Can Ivan, a man who relishes control above all else, submit to a man who may be more machine than human?

Saturday, November 8, 2014

#MySexySaturday {67}: Danger is an aphrodisiac....right?

So once again it's time to do a little #mysexysaturday fun.   I've been remiss as of late in joining - mostly because my real life got in the way, but I'm back and happy to join in once more.  And what a great week to join. This week, we're talking about sexy firsts.  It could be the first kiss, the first meeting or as our wonderful founder, Lynn Crain says "sexy first ride in a spaceship with that sexy someone."  Which of course makes me giggle.   But I digress, so lets get on with the show. This week, I have the pleasure of sharing seven sexy paragraphs from my upcoming release from Decadent Publishing.  As part of their Beyond Fairytales line, Don't Call Me Iron Man has made an appearance more than once on #MSS.  So enjoy as I reintroduce you to Ivan and his sexy cyborg, Lucero - and their first meeting!  (Oh and also check out the sexy cover the talented Syneca Featherstone made for it!) 


Caroc’s scream pierced the night as razor-sharp talons raked open the man’s vulnerable stomach. Blood spurted and Ivan stumbled back. The flight instinct was riding him hard. Nothing could’ve ever prepared him for the brutality of the attack. Or the grim reality that he most definitely was not in Kansas anymore.
“Be still.” The sudden harsh whisper filled his ear.
Already on edge, Ivan jumped. A soft curse passed his lips as he was dragged back against a hard body. His penlight revealed the planes of an almost perfect face before it was knocked out of his hand to the ground. Surprise warred with apprehension as the other man held him with ease then closed a dark cloak of some type around their combined bodies. Ivan tried to twist away, but his captor refused to let him go, even when he arched backward and ground his ass against the stranger’s groin. Within moments, the man’s cock stiffened then wedged between the cheeks of Ivan’s ass.
A hand clamped over his hip. “Stop. Now is not the time to lure me with your wicked ways. I don’t care what the queen has promised you. It will matter not if we don’t survive. The morte’metentis has an unshakable thirst for human blood, but has poor vision. Our only chance to survive is to remain still. It may not be able to see us, but it has sharp hearing.”
“It does?” He cringed at the sound of bones crunching when the beast tore an arm from the guard’s mangled, limp body. Even though he didn’t care for Caroc, he wouldn’t have wished such a fate on him.
“Yes. Now be still.  I do not wish to be its dessert.” Then as if the mysterious stranger could read his mind, the man spoke again. “There is nothing we can do for him. Even a drop of its venom is fatal for humans. He was dead from the moment it tagged him.”
Ivan had no choice but to stand still in the man’s arms, as the morte’metentis devoured the last of its late-night snack. Each growl as the beast shredded its feast seared into his memory. His utter helplessness warred with desperation. There would be no escape for him. He didn’t know how it had happened, but he wasn’t on Earth anymore. And he would have to play Queen Theria’s game if he wanted to go home. But without his guard, how could he even find the missing medic unit or return to the clutch? I’m so fucked.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Cover Reveal Hop: Don't Call Me Iron Man

So by glancing at the title you all might think I'm hosting of my wonderful author friends.  But nope not this time. This time the reveal is all about my first published book with Decadent Publishing under this pseudonym.  I'm so excited and wanted to show off the cover, but I also didn't want this to be another promo blast.  So while you'll get to see the beautiful cover that Syneca Featherstone created for me, you'll also get a glimpse either behind the scenes or learn more about the characters of the story.   

So instead of me showing off the cover.  Go check out the links below. I promise you'll have fun reading about our heroes, Lucero and Ivan, the slippery storyteller, Nicodemus, the villainess of my story, Queen Theria, and of course how I came up with the Third Realm of Sisera.   And did I mention there is a different snippet on each site?  Nope, well that was remiss of me.  

So what are you waiting for? 

                     KATE RICHARDS  V.S MORGAN  A PASSION FOR ROMANCE          

Monday, October 27, 2014

Haunted House of Manlove Flash Blog Hop

Once again it's time to celebrate with a House of Manlove's blog hop.  This time we're celebrating the fun time of All Hallow's Eve.  Or Halloween as my kiddos call it.  As an author who is scared to death of things that go bump in the night this was challenge for me. I don't do forgive me if my tale isn't frightening enough. Instead I wanted to give you a sexy story about an alpha who longs for a mate, until he's given up on ever finding him.  The say love will find you at the most unexpected time, in the last place you'd expect, and with the one person you'd never dreamed would fall for you - as Afran is about to find out!  So enjoy this little all Hallow's Tale and be sure to stop by the rest of the peeps for some more spooktacular fun.  (And yes I did just go  there!) 

Claiming His Mate by ND Wylders

“Be careful what you wish for brother.” 

His sister’s words echoed through Efran’s head as he slid to a stop in the pile of wet leaves. In his wolf form, he lifted his nose. The most intriguing scent filled the air. 

Nana’s gingersnaps? But Nana has been gone for nearly five years. 

With his curiosity aroused, he put his nose to the ground, surprised at where it led. He hadn’t expected to find a camp this deep in the Great Smokey Mountains National Park. Most humans kept to the well-maintained campgrounds. 

Cautiously approaching the small one-man tent, he sniffed. The aroma of ginger grew stronger and arousal hit him - hard. 


Sinking down on his haunches, he growled at the closed zipper. In wolf form, the only thing he could do was shred it. Which wouldn’t be a great first impression on his mate. But did he trust himself? On All Hallow’s Eve, his wolf was dominant. Perhaps he should wait? The last thing he wanted to do was scare his mate. Even with the growing acceptance of his kind, there were still humans who preferred to shoot first, then ask questions. 

He was jerked out of his musings when the zipper lowered and a slender bookish blond slipped through the opening. His dark eyes devoured Afran’s form. “More beautiful than I expected, Alpha” 

The familiar voice, one he’d only heard over the phone, sent another surge of lust through him. His pack accountant was his mate? It couldn’t be. He didn’t fuck nerdy, preppy men. His wolf loved big strapping men, bears like himself, who wouldn’t break if he touched them! He backed away. 

“Wait!” Avery held out his hand. “Don’t leave.” 

He stopped. Avery’s plea and the damned intoxicating scent held him captive. So he watched instead as the man straightened. Relief filled him. His mate might be slender but he was tall – almost as tall as his own six four height. What else did his mate hide behind his clothes? Sleek but well-defined muscles? 

Avery quickly unbuttoned his shirt. “At least let me show you what you’ll be throwing away, Alpha, if you deny me. Give me a chance to prove I can be what you need – in a man, as a lover and maybe a mate.” 

He watched Avery unblinkingly. He supposed the man deserved that. It wasn’t his fault that Freya could be a persnickety bitch at times. Or that she’d picked a man who was completely wrong for the Alpha of the Morristown Pack.

“Thank you. You won’t regret it, Alpha.” Avery tore at the remaining buttons, then jerked the shirt off his shoulders, exposing ivory skin to the moonlight. 

Efran’s wolf demanded they pounce - claim the beautiful man before them. It didn’t need to see more than the supple rounded shoulders, and taut planes of Avery’s chest to know its mating mark would look perfect just to the left of Avery’s heart, it would proclaim to one and all that the accountant was his. Under his belly, his lupine shaft stirred. He needed to shift – he couldn’t claim his human mate in this form until his claiming bite jump-started Avery’s transformation. 

The mere idea of Avery in wolf form, stretched Efran’s control to the breaking point. As Avery struggled with the cuffs, he shifted. He couldn’t wait any longer to have his mate.

“Hold.” He rose to his feet. 

Avery froze as Efran approached him, naked – his cock leading the way.

“Good boy.” Efran let his long, razor sharp nails caress the planes of his mate’s chest. Even in human form, his wolf still insisted he be present. “Stay still, so I don’t nick you.” 

“Yes, Alpha.” Avery shivered, gooseflesh rising along his arms as Efran flicked one pink nipple, then the other. 

“So responsive.” Efran moved closer, his lips nuzzling Avery’s temple. “Makes me wonder if I can make you come from touch alone.” 

“Please.” The sudden press of his mate’s warm body of his mate against his, nearly stripped him of what little control he retained. 

“I intend to.” He sank to his knees in front of the other man. “But first I want to see what it is you’re hiding behind those slacks.” He reached out to tug the slender leather belt free of its loops. “But you have to remain completely still,” he reminded the smaller man. 

Avery nodded. “Yes, Alpha. No matter what you do to me.” He took several deep breathes. “I’m ready.”

“We’ll see.” Efran slipped the button free and tugged down Avery’s zipper. He groaned as Avery’s surprisingly long shaft popped free. Wrapping his hand around the girth, he lapped up the juice coated tip. The tart flavor burst over his tongue. It tempted him, but this first time he had to had to claim Avery – to appease his wolf. 

“Tell me you have lube, boy.” He lifted Avery’s shaft to nuzzle his mate’s balls. He hadn’t come prepared to mate. He’d wanted nothing more than to run.

“Something better.” Avery gasped. “Plug. Ready for you.” 

Efran surged to his feet. He tore the button off Avery’s pants, before shoving them down and bending him over a nearby fallen log. The base of black anal plug appeared as he spread Avery’s cheeks, exposing the man’s dark crevice. How the fuck had he gotten so lucky? 

“Take me. I’m yours, Alpha.” Avery pleaded. 

“Fuck right.” He tried to be gentle – Freya knew he did, but once he freed the plug, he plunged his cock inside heaven – his mate’s tight but slippery ass. Under him, Avery cried out. He stilled. Had he hurt him? 

“More. Fuck me!” 

Like the beast he was, Efran obeyed his mate’s command, thrusting at first hard and deep, then faster as his control slipped. 

“Yes!” Avery dug his fingers into the log. 

“Mine.” He slapped one side of Avery’s ass, his movements becoming brutal. “Come, mate. Give me my due.” 

Avery’s hand slipped between his thighs, his fist frantic. Efran ha never witnessed anything as quite as erotic. But as his peak approached, Efran pulled out. He needed to place his mark on Avery’s chest. 

“No! Don’t stop.” Avery cried out. 

“Shut up.” Efran couldn’t stop the words as he manhandled his mate until he was on his back. Then Efran shoved inside again. “Masturbate. I want your seed all over me when I come.” 

Avery screamed as the new position had Efran hitting his prostrate. He worked his cock hard.

“Fucking mine.” Efran struck fast, sinking his fangs deep, marking his Avery. Between them the scent of ginger snaps grew strong as Avery climaxed. Efran arched and howled around his mate’s flesh as he filled Amery’s ass. 

“So good.” Amery whimpered when Efran finally pulled free. “Thank you, Alpha. Your sister said I might have a chance if I waited…” Avery swallowed hard. “I mean, I know it’s only for tonight…” 

Efran hauled Avery up against him. “You know nothing. You’re mine – until death. Now get your ass in the tent. We’re going to try that again, mate, but much slower.” 

Avery nodded, but a smile tugged at his lips. “Yes, Alpha.” 

Hop Schedule: 

October 26: Jenna and Dakota

October 27: ND Wylders and Amelia 

October 28 Alexis and Evelise

October 29: Kimber and Jennah

October 30: JT Hall and Chris

October 31: Kate W., Skye, and Heloise 

Saturday, September 20, 2014

#MySexySaturday {60}: It all started with a spilled frappuccino..

So this week we're supposed to be focusing on love, no matter the location. Well, in my new WIP, The Master Challenge*, Dominant Agustin has found the man he wants, in a coffee shop of all places. Although it may take a little deception and a whole lot of planning to get Joaquin to agree to give him a chance.  Enjoy my sexy seven paragraphs and be sure to check in with the rest of the peeps. 

*this is a kinky retelling of the Celtic Tale, Jack and the Master for Decadent's Beyond Fairytales line. 

Joaquin, bratty coffee bartista

“Refusal isn't an option, my sweet boy. I will have you.” Agustín Barahona leaned in, taking in the scent of dark Arabica coffee, cinnamon, and just a hint of nutmeg as his server set down his latte. It wasn’t just the wonderful smells emanating from his drink, which had his mouth watering. The young Latino in front of him had his cock hard and throbbing behind sharply creased pants of his Armani suit. Ever since the bratty boy had spilt his iced Frappuccino on him nearly eight weeks ago, Agustín had been determined to claim him. He would have sexy boy in his bed, under him, and begging for release, even if he had to resort to blackmail. 

Joaquin, if his nametag was correct, only smirked at his words. With his legs shoulder-width apart, one hip jutted forward, and his ‘what the hell ever’ attitude, the barista issued a challenge that Agustín had no intention of refusing. 

Shrugging, the boy didn’t seem even the least bit concerned. “Maybe? Maybe not. I guess it will depend upon how well you play the game.” Then he slung the white towel, he’d been using to wipe off tables, over his shoulder and sauntered away. As if he hadn’t just turned his back on one of the most powerful brokers on Wall Street. 

Agustín wrapped his hands around his latte, then prayed for patience. He had money, power, good looks and above all else, he was a sought after Dom. He had all the necessary skills to make a slave of Joaquin. All it would take is a little bit of time, and a whole lot of fast-talking. But first he needed to find the boy’s weakness. Surely, there was something he could exploit? Some hidden kink in the armor Joaquin wore around him. 

As Joaquin stalked away from him, his tight little ass flexing under the tan chinos, Agustín settled back into the corner of the booth he’d commandeered for himself. Then did what he did best. 

Watched. Watched as his prey fluttered from table to table. Watched as he refilled cup after cup with a smile. Watched as the boy flirted with everyone, but him. Watched as the customers responded in a way that made him want to rip them to shreds.

Like the average looking joe dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans on the other side of the room. A low growl built in his throat as the trucker laid his hand on Joaquin’s arm, and touched what Agustín already considered his. His fingers tightened around his drink, nearly crushing the paper cup. Not yet. You can’t punish him until he wears your collar. Let it slide for now, but remember it for latter. For when you have him at your mercy.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Oops, I did it again...

I bet you're now all humming that annoying Brittney Spears song, right?  Sorry about that.  But the truth of the matter is, yup I did it again. Last night I contacted the wonderful D.L. Jackson at Decadent Publishing and asked for another Beyond Fairytales. Evidently I had so much fun writing the first one, that I decided to give it another whirl.  Crazy, huh?   

I must love insanity however, because I squealed like a little girl when she emailed me back. I get to put a kinky twist on the Celtic Tale: Jack and His Master.  CLICK HERE to read about the original.   

So after reading up on the tale, this what I came up with this idea...

The Master Challenge 

Once upon a time, there was a set of identical triplets…

As the youngest triplet, Joaquin Vargas has long given up on fairytales.  What had believing in Prince Charming given his pobrecita madre?  Nothing but more bills than she could pay and three more mouths to feed.  Unlike his older brothers Luiz and Ernesto, who have tried everything from menial labor to just short of whoring themselves to the powerful and wealthy of New York City, Joaquin has decided he’s willing to do just about anything to secure his family’s future. Including becoming a sex slave to the rich.  But if he’s going to give up his virginity, it will take more than mere money. For a man to claim him, he will have to outsmart Joaquin.  Then he meets Agustín…

…and a man who lusted after one of them…

Agustín Barahona, one of the wealthiest stockbrokers on Wall Street, has it all - more money than he knows what to do with, a penthouse in the sky, servants, and an insatiable appetite for sex.  The kind of hard, rough, OMG make you scream sex that can only be found in the darkest leather clubs in the city.  So what is he doing matching wits with the snarky innocent who’d spilled coffee all over his newest pair of Dolce Cabanas?   Damned if he knows, but once he inhales Joaquin’s sweet scent and touches his even softer skin, he isn’t going to stop until the boy calls him Master…

With the terms set, and the challenge accepted only time will tell if love will be the victor…

So what do you think?  Interesting or not? 

My fingers are itching to start...and this yummy inspiration doesn't help.   (I really should say off the stock sites....) 
Inspiration for Joaquin Vargas
Coffee Bartista by Day,
Bratty Sub all the time...

Inspiration for Agustín Barahona,
Wealthy stockbroker by Day,
Horny Dom by night...

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Seductive Studs {22}: Two determined men...

Once again this week, I'm taking a snippet from Don't Call Me Iron Man.   Here's approximately 150 words of the lovely power struggle between Ivan and Lucero as they begin their journey together on a mating ritual which will change their entire way of seeing things.  Enjoy.


“Release me, Ivan.” He kept his voice low but firm, as he paused, his mouth mere inches from the pebbled nub of Ivan’s nipple. The other man’s submission to him was given. There could be no other outcome. He needed it. 

A puff of air passed Ivan’s lips, but he obeyed and relaxed his arm. 

“Good boy.” He laved the flesh just to the side of Ivan’s sternum, then traced a figure-eight pattern, his tongue grazing the edge of the hardened peak. Above his head, Ivan hissed. 

“I’m no boy.” Ivan’s protest was hoarse, even as a tremor shook his frame. 

Against his stomach, the hard ridge of Ivan’s cock teased Lucero. His left hand abandoned Ivan’s hipbone to wrap around the erection, his thumb rubbing over the fluid weeping from the flared head. Ivan cursed, and Lucero smiled. “You’re no boy with a weapon like this between your thighs.” He tightened his grip around the shaft. “But make no mistake, you’ll be my boy before we leave.”

#MySexySaturday {55}: The Tactus...

So it's time for a bit of #MySexySaturday fun. While I'd love to keep with the theme of coaches or other modes of transportation, I find myself sorely lacking in that department. (This is what happens when you write a sci-fi piece where the hero ends up stuck in a forest with a sexy cyborg and they are traveling on foot the entire time)  Anyway, since I still wanted to share with you a snippet with you, I hope you'll forgive me for the lack of theme.  With that being said please enjoy this little excerpt from Don't Call Me Iron first contracted book under this pen name with Decadent Publishing.  Enjoy!

Snippet:  From the first night of the mating ritual, Lucero is determined to tease Ivan...

“It’s a ritual of sorts.” Lucero’s amber eyes now resembled molten gold. “The night of the touch has been a sacred rite of the Krontos people for eons. It’s used as a gateway to our mating.” His fingers left Ivan’s lips to trace over his chin, then continued down his neck to his shoulder. “It allows a couple to explore each other without committing to one another.”
“Explore?” Ivan croaked, while an all-over body shiver racked his frame as the light touch grazed one of his nipples.
“Yes. With our fingers…” He plucked at the hard flesh he’d been teasing.
Ivan hissed as the slight sting pooled in his groin.
“With our lips…” Lucero wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted Ivan with ease. It had to be Lucero’s cyborg strength, but Ivan didn’t have time to contemplate the feat however. Lucero’s mouth brushed over the swell of his chest.
“Ah, shit…” Ivan buried his hands in Lucero’s hair as the other man nuzzled his chest.
“And, of course….” A low rumble escaped Lucero. “…our tongues.”
Ivan whimpered as wet heat washed over his skin before it curled around the nub of his nipple.

And don't forget to join the rest of peeps. 

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Seductive Studs and Sirens {21} : Multi-tasking at it's finest...

So today I got some pretty awesome news. For those of you who don't know,  I finally finished Don't Call Me Iron (my submission for the Beyond Fairytales line) and submitted it to Decadent Publishing. And with that being the case, I awoke this morning to a wonderful email from them.   They loved the story and offered me a contract for it.  I was absolutely ecstatic about it.  This will be the first book that will be published by a royalty paying publisher. *does snoopy dance*  

Anyway with that being said, I thought I'd give you a glimpse inside of Lucero's world in just words this week but pictures as well.  Isn't it beautiful? 

Lucero's home world of Sisera 

Okay and now on to the lovely snippet. How the devilish Lucero can multi-task while claiming his mate is totally beyond me. 


“Look at me, amans. Before we finish this, we have one last thing to do.” 

Focusing on Lucero took some doing, but Ivan finally managed. And was glad he had. Nothing was sexier than his Sir with flushed cheeks and determination stamped on face. In his palm, Lucero cupped several small pieces of what looked like silver rods and even a disk. Ivan’s lust-dazed mind tried to wrap around what his lover was holding. 

“It is customary for the praesul to mark his mate. It’s a sign of honor and lets everyone know that you are taken. Will you allow me to place this shield…” He held out a silver disk with the center cut out of it. “…around your nipple and close to your chest?” 

Blinking, Ivan glanced between the shield and Lucero. “I’d love to wear it, but I don’t know if it will stay…” 

An amused grin crossed Lucero’s face. “True…which is what these are for.” He pinched two slender rods between his fingers. “I will have to insert these through your nipple.” 

Shock warred with surprise. He’d toyed more than once with getting his nipples pierced at home but had never gotten around to it. “You want to pierce me? While you’re balls deep in me?”

Okay now that I'm done teasing you, be sure to stop by the rest of the hops. You'll be glad you did!

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Seductive Studs & Sirens {20}: turning the tables...

Sorry that I've been MIA as of late.  I surely miss this wonderful blog hop. Just been super busy with three hellious rounds of edits for my upcoming mmf paranormal book. I haven't even been able to do any new writing for a while - which frankly sucks.  However this past week changed that. I've been able to actually write on my mm submission for Decadent's Beyond Fairytales, and want to bring you a new snippet.  One where Ivan actually strips away control from Lucero.  Enjoy and I look forward to reading the rest of yours.


Using the sound of the frothing water to cover his movements, Ivan slipped into the pool behind Lucero. He bit his lower lip to keep from moaning when the hot water stroked over the welts on his ass and upper thighs. He pushed away the sting and focused instead on the man in front of him. Close enough to now lick up the bead of sweat that ran down Lucero’s cheek and inhale the heady scent of his arousal, Ivan hovered behind him and waited for the right moment to touch the cyborg.

“Fuck….I can’t.” With his eyes still closed, Lucero’s hand dropped away while a tremor shook his frame. 

“But I can.” Ivan whispered the word against the skin below Lucero’s ear, before wrapping his fist around the broad shaft. 

“What…” Lucero jerked against him, but stilled when Ivan sank his teeth into the thick muscle across the top of his shoulder. It was a warming, pure and simple. 

Using the rhythm he himself enjoyed, Ivan alternated fast and slow strokes up and down Lucero’s length.

“Stop!” The order came out hoarse as Lucero grabbed his wrist. “I can’t do this. I don’t —”

Ivan growled his displeasure, then lifted his mouth. “I’ll fucking sleep with you.” 

“Why?” The question barely reached his ears. 

“Because this one-sided shit is gonna come to a stop.” He nipped the crook of Lucero’s neck. “Now, let go. I want to find out what you look like when you come.”

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Seductive Studs and Sirens {19}: His Choice...

Today I'm going to give you a little snippet from Don't Call Me Iron Man. This is part of the scene happens right after what I posted in my "MySexySaturday" post. Hopefully you'll enjoy it.  

“In a fashion. The same sensors that allow me to diagnose illness pick up things like elevated heartbeat and heavy breathing.” Lucero crossed his arms over his chest. “So it’s simple. You find me attractive and I’ve been alone a long time. You need me to go back to the clutch, and I find myself yearning for what I’ve been so long without – a lover. Agree to this and I’ll return to the clutch with you at the end of the three days.” 

“Just like that?” Suspicion colored Ivan’s words. 

Lucero nodded. “If you make it through all three days, Ivan. Something tells me what I view as sexual pleasure may be more than what you’re used to.”

Ivan’s eyes widened. “What exactly are we talking here? You tie me up and beat me?” 

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Eventually, but I assure you, that the dolore voluptatem doesn’t come until the second night, and will be quite pleasurable for both of us.” Lucero slowly stood. “What I’m asking for is your submission. Give over to me and if you make it the entire three days, I’ll have not only shown you pleasure like you’ve never known before, but I shall also return with you to the royal clutch.” He moved to the doorway. “Outside this hall, there is a door that leads down to the hidden hot springs. You may bathe there. If you’re willing, when you’re done, return here wearing nothing other than a towel.” 

Ivan clenched his jaw. “And if I’m not?” 

Lucero ran his gaze over the man, noting everything from the thick ridge at the apex of Ivan’s thighs to the tense set of his shoulders. “If not, then use my hot-springs for cleansing, dress, and return here. I’ll take you back to the clutch in the morning. The choice is yours, Ivan.” Not trusting himself, he left the room.

#MySexySatuday {49}: The Offer

So today we're supposed to talk about those women aren’t afraid to show that they love someone. From the moment our sexy lady meets their significant other, their first hot kiss, to the fulfillment of a dream, show us the wonders of finding, falling in love and loving your significant other.

*taps chin thoughtfully*  Well, considering I write m/m, I'm sure the lovely Lynn won't mind if I chose one of my sexy heroes? With that being the case, here's a snippet from Don't Call Me Iron Man, my current WIP. This is a pivotal point in story - where Lucero sets in motion what will end up sending him sliding down the slippery slope of love. (oh, and I should probably mention that Lucero is a cyborg, right?)

Enjoy and make sure to stop by the rest of the peeps.


“Until the Queen sent me into unclog the purifier again.” Ivan rolled onto his back, his limbs sprawled out in a way that was so reminiscent of Vihaan, Lucero wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry or jump the man. “After losing your lover there’s probably nothing I could say that would convince you to return to the royal clutch, is there?” 

Lucero surprised himself when the words flew out of his mouth. “Give me three nights of pleasure.” 

Ivan frowned and pushed up on one arm. “What do you mean three nights of pleasure? You’re demanding I sleep with you, in exchange for something you’ve done before?” 

He gave a hoarse chuckle. “No, you’re asking me to return to a life of watching those around me die, of being under the thumb of a Queen who cares more for land than those who live on it. Well, I’m not going to just go back to that kind of hell without being compensated.” 

“And forcing me to have sex with you is your way of being paid? How do you even know if I’m into men?” 

Lucero continued to rock. “I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want, Ivan. I was designed to care for others. However, the same thing that tells me that you’re approximately two hundred and sixty five pounds, and six foot five, assures me that you are more than just attracted to me." He paused, deliberately letting his gaze run over Ivan's form. "When I get close your heart rate accelerates, your breathing becomes faster, and your blood pools in your groin.” 

Ivan sat up with a surge of powerful muscles, his face reddening. “You scanned me?”

Friday, July 4, 2014

House of Manlove's Hot Summer Flash: Off-Limits

Once again I've joined forces with fellow mm authors from the House of Manlove to bring you some fun and sizzling reads to celebrate our American Independence from Britain in 1776.  Yes I'm a history osmosis. The DH loves the history channel - so you can imagine what I've been listening to in the background this week.

Anyway unlike my alter-ego...who choose to do the Freedom to Marry (established couples) aspect, I choose to do Midsummer Madness (summer fling) and let me tell you...Luciano and Kenneth rocked my world...of course what they assume will be fling may end up developing into something more.  

I hope you enjoy Off-Limits and are able make your way around to the rest of the author's contributions.  Their links will be at the end of the post.

Off-limits by N.D. Wylders

“We promised we wouldn’t do this anymore.” Kenneth groaned, his hands fisting in Luciano’s dark curls. He spun the smaller man around, trapping him between his body and the brick wall of the alley separating DiAngelo’s Pizzeria and Shoney’s Dry-cleaning. It was the Fourth of July and the pizzeria was hopping. The midsummer night air was humid, and the darkness was sultry. Much like the memory of their one night together.

“It wasn’t e-fucking-nough…” Luciano ground his erection against him. “I can’t forget. I need you to fuck me again. Forget about all the reasons we shouldn’t. Kiss me…” His tongue thrust past Kenneth’s parted lips. 

Lust fogged his brain and his body begged him to give in. His reasons to stay clear of Luciano were solid, but at the moment the need to taste more, to feel every inch of the other man’s body under his and ride out every ounce of pleasure, was all-consuming. Later he would remember why screwing his boss’s son was a bad thing. 

Slanting his head, Kenneth devoured the pliant mouth under his. Luciano tasted of spicy sausage, tangy tomato sauce and the creamy homemade mozzarella. Figures. He has to taste like my favorite pizza. 

“More…” Luciano hooked his leg around Kenneth’s. 

Catching Luciano’s leg under the knee, Kenneth drew it higher until Luciano rode his thigh. Each squirm his lover made, every twitch as Luciano tried to get closer, drove Kenneth insane. He wanted to strip the man of his stained apron. He needed to tear off the snug white t-shirt. Then he would drop to his knees and peel open the tight jeans that cupped Luciano’s impressive dick. Memories of how it felt against his tongue, rubbing against his stomach as he fucked Luciano, only added fuel to the flame. 

The sudden slam of the back door barely registered, but was enough. Kenneth stumbled back. His driving need to be inside Luciano morphed into panic. He couldn’t let his boss find him groping his in-the-closet son. 

“Luciano, boy, you out here! The Carlotti’s are here.” 

Luciano cursed softly, yanked Kenneth’s head down, then pressed a hard kiss against his lips with a promise of later, before yelling something back at his father in Italian. 

Slumping against the wall next to his motorcycle, Kenneth watched as Luciano joined his father. The two bickering men disappeared inside the pizzeria – one of them being the man he loved. “What the hell am I gonna do?” 

* * * *

“Damn, amante, you shouldn’t tempt me so.” 

Fresh from the shower less than an hour later, Kenneth was drying his hair. He froze in place as his dick hardened. He should’ve had at least a couple of hours before the Luciano had finished his shift. The fact he’d shown early had Kenneth on edge. “I wasn’t trying.” He wrapped the towel around his waist. “Why aren’t you still at work?” 

Leaning against the jamb, Luciano gave a sexy shrug of his shoulders, not looking at him. “Had a fight with Pops and took off early.” 

Kenneth studied his lover’s profile. Something was off, but at the moment, worry chased away concern. If Antonio found out Luciano was visiting his openly gay delivery guy’s apartment, all hell would break loose. “And coming here is a good idea? What if Tia Leoni saw you?” His neighbor was a notorious gossip. 

“Can’t a guy visit his friend?” Luciano entered the room.

Kenneth headed toward his dresser for clothes. He didn’t trust himself. Given the opportunity, he’d be buried balls deep in Luciano. The sudden heat against his back when Luciano’s arms wrapped around his waist sent a surge of lust through him. “You’re not visiting a friend. You came to get fucked.” Anger at Luciano’s cavalier attitude annoyed him. 

“So what? I love what you do to me, and you can’t deny you enjoy it. How many times have you relived it since we agreed it could only be a fling? As many times as I have?” The question was mumbled against his shoulder blade. 

Too many. But he wasn’t about to admit it to Luciano. It would give the man an edge he didn’t need. He’d barely been able to walk away the last time. Kenneth shivered at the moist trail of his lover’s tongue against his skin. He gave a muffled moan as one of Luciano’s hands slipped under his towel to caress the taut skin just above his erection. The slight tug as he pulled on Kenneth’s pubes nearly sent Kenneth to his knees. “Please…” He couldn’t stop the plea. 

“Please, what? Stop or give you more?” Luciano spun him around and Kenneth got a good look at his friend’s face for the first time. The swelling and slight discoloring around his left eye surprised Kenneth. 

“What the hell happened?” Kenneth reached up to touch, but Luciano pulled back.

“Let’s just say, I’m not in-the-closet anymore.” He pinned Kenneth against the dresser, pressing his leg between Kenneth’s. 

“Since when?” His mind was a whirl of desire and confusion as Luciano rocked against him, rubbing their pelvises together. 

“Since I decided I was tired of denying what I want.” Luciano speared his hand in Kenneth’s hair. “And it wasn’t some prim Italian girl.” He nipped Kenneth’s lower lip. “It’s you.” 

“So your dad hit you?” Elation warred with anger. His accusation was muffled by Luciano’s kiss. He groaned, his tongue entwining with his lover’s. The ever-present passion threatened to consume him, until there was nothing left but a pile of ashes. 

“Fuck.” Luciano ripped his mouth away and rested his forehead against Kenneth’s. His free hand explored Kenneth’s ass, cradling him against his denim-clad erection. 

Kenneth tried to focus, but his world tilted as he found himself pushed toward his bed. He landed with a thud, his towel falling free. 

“Stay right there.” Luciano reached for the snap on his jeans. “Don’t move.” 

“But –” Kenneth licked his lips as Luciano lowered his zipper. The tantalizing strip of skin and curls peeked from the opening. “We need to talk about this.” 

“After.” Luciano promised, his hand disappearing under his cotton boxers.

Kenneth’s breath caught in his throat when Luciano freed his cock. The captured air whooshed from his lungs as his lover stripped, then crawled up to straddle him. When Luciano hung over him, his thick length trapped against Kenneth’s abs, he cupped Luciano’s ass in his palms. “After what?” 

“After you...” Luciano nipped the curve of his jaw. “…fuck my ass…” He laved away the sting. “…until we both come.”

“Shit...” He tilted Luciano’s face up to gaze into his lover’s eyes. “If I do, there will be no more hiding. You’ll be mine - forever.” 

“I’d expect nothing less from the man I love. No more hiding.” His expression softened and he pressed a kiss to Kenneth’s lips. He lingered for a moment before he pulled back. “Now, make love me to me, amante.” 

With a groan, Kenneth rolled Luciano under him. In the distance, the clap of the Fourth of July celebration could be heard. But he ignored them, he was too busy creating his own fireworks.

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