Friday, February 28, 2014

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Seductive Studs & Sirens {5}: WIP (Don't Call Me Iron Man)


Once again it's time to do our blog hop....and this week, I'm going to give you a glimpse of how persuasive Lucero can be when it comes to negotiating what he wants from Ivan.  This scene is from after Ivan agrees. Lucero has left him alone to bathe, and now our hero is having second thoughts.  After all he just made a deal that will require him to be sexually submissive to Lucero for 72 hours - in exchange Lucero will return to the royal clutch with Ivan. (this is just before what happens in my previous post.) Enjoy and be sure to visit the rest of the stops!





Snippet:
Standing naked in the middle of the main room with nothing more than a small swatch of cloth wrapped around his lean hips, Ivan couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t made a mistake by agreeing to this. What man in his right mind trades his body in exchange for something a human would give willingly? A desperate one who was dealing with a being that was no longer human – if it ever had been. 
He shivered as the air flow through the room was disrupted. He was no longer alone, but he didn’t turn. There was only one being that would be in this remote location with him. Lucero had returned from where ever he’d gone. Ivan didn’t know if he should be relieved or angry about it. Although one thing was certain, he didn’t trust himself to not chicken out at the last second. Would Lucero, as the machine insisted upon being called, force him?
Ivan jumped when hands that should’ve been cold but weren’t, settled on his shoulders. The heated brush of what felt like lips across the back of his neck sent a jolt of awareness down his spine. He stifled the moan that tried to break free. How had Lucero known his neck was sensitive? 



#MySexySaturday {37}: Can Ivan submit...



So this week is going to revolve around kisses...or so Lynn suggests.  Well, considering I'm still in the opening chapters of my Beyond Fairytale submission, Don't Call Me Iron Man, I haven't gotten to their first kiss, but if I had...I imagine it would go something like this....






Set-up: Ivan has just returned from the bathing chamber and is waiting for Lucero (a cyborg he's bargained with to return. The bargain is a simple one. Three days of sexual submission in exchange for Lucero's return to the capital.) 


Ivan jumped when hands that should’ve been cold, but weren’t, settled on his shoulders. The heated brush of what felt like lips across the back of his neck sent a jolt of awareness down his spine. He stifled the moan that tried to break free. How had Lucero known his neck was sensitive? 
“Hmm…” the husky approval from behind him surprised Ivan. “You taste better than I dared to hope.” 
Ivan gritted his teeth, when the tormenting mouth slid down between his shoulder blades, his body responded despite his brain’s protest that the man touching him wasn’t real. He’s a machine. “Don’t...” He shivered as moist heat flicked over his skin. His body hardened in a rush. It was all too easy to imagine what Lucero’s tongue would feel like on other…parts of his anatomy. 
“Don’t what, amica mea?” Lucero moved further down, until the hot brand of his tongue teased the base of his spine. “You agreed to this. No one is forcing you.” 
He hissed when Lucero nipped at his hip, just above the towel. “You never said you were going to…”
“…to what, Ivan?” Lucero stood suddenly, his clothing brushing against Ivan’s back. “To touch?” His fingers peeling away Ivan's towel. The room whirled as Ivan found himself face to face with the cyborg. “That I wouldn’t want to explore all you have to offer?” His eyes glittered in the dim light. “For a man who’s been alone too long, you should expect nothing less. I’m starving...” His thumb rubbed over Ivan’s lower lip. “…for you.”

Then his head dipped and the full lips Ivan had admired earlier covered his own. All he could think of was how he hadn’t agreed to this, but the protest died in his throat as Lucero’s tongue thrust deep inside to lick at his. Ivan was helpless against each flick. It tormented and beckoned until he was returning the intimate caress with every ounce of desire flooding through his body. He no longer cared why this was wrong.
Don't forget to stop by the rest of the peeps for more sexy yumminess!

Friday, February 21, 2014

TGIF SINS-pirations {4} - Ivan


This week, I thought I'd bring you my inspiration for the lead character of my current WIP, Don't Call Me Iron Man.  Meet Ivan - isn't he just sexy?


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

House of Manlove: Valentine's Day Hop: Mission of Love

[phil h] via photopin cc

Originally when I sat down to write this piece of flash for House of Manlove Flash, I wasn't sure which way to go. Primarily because I don't have any books out under this particular name as of yet. However I decided I wouldn't let this stop me. So what you see below is actually more of prequel (or behind the scenes) of how the two main characters of my short, Dead Man's Hand, ended up playing poker one fateful night.  So pull up a chair and settle in, while I introduce you to Dante's younger brother, Javier and his lover, Rico.  Hopefully you'll enjoy them as much as I did. 




Mission of Love

Javier and Rico
Javier shifted in his lover’s arms. On the other side of the smoky hole in the wall bar named Paddy McFees, his brother sat in front of an old battered upright piano preparing to start his nightly set. Wearing his normal attire – neatly pressed charcoal pants, ivory dress shirt, undone bow tie and black fedora, Dante’s nimble fingers tinkled the ivories. Patrons chatted softly at individual tables while the old familiar tune of “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling” filled the air.

“Damn, again?” Rico tugged him closer. In front of them were the remains of Shamus’s world famous wings and potato skins. “Your brother is a beautiful player, but doesn’t he know any other tune? I swear he opens his set every night with that song.” 

Dropping his head to his lover’s shoulder, Javier sighed. “It’s this kid, babe.”

Rico rubbed small circles on his back. “The one from the college?” 

Javier nodded. “He’s obsessed with him – has been since the night that he saved his ass. Not that I understand why. Dante has always been a hard man – after that pendejo left mami with no way to support us, he had no choice but to grow up fast. Sometimes I think his love of music is the only thing that kept him sane.” 

Rico rested his forehead on the top of his head. “You know the idea of your brother, the bad ass, saving some college kid who walked into the wrong bar, just mystifies me. Not saying he’s evil or anything but the only thing he cares about is you, your mom, and music – in that order. At times I just think he merely tolerates me.” 

Javier gave him a reassuring squeeze. “He knows I love you, Rico, and wants me happily settled.” 

“Settled huh?” Rico ran his thumb over Javier’s collarbone. 

A shiver worked its way down his spine. “Yeah. Settled is a good thing.” Javier ran his hand up the inside of his lover’s thigh. “It means I get to come home and feel up your tight ass every night.” 

A rumble vibrated under his ear as Rico growled and captured his wandering fingers. “You promised, Javier. I get my romance tonight.” 

He sighed. Dinner and dancing. “So I did. What the hell was I thinking?” 

Rico tipped his chin up to brush a kiss across his lips. “That if you behaved tonight, that I’d take you home and let you screw me eight ways from straight?” He nibbled at Javier’s lower lip. “And maybe even go for a quickie tomorrow at work. Didn’t you say you wanted to bend me over your tool box at the shop?

“Hell, yeah.” As usual Javier’s body stirred, readying itself for his lover when Rico tugged the abraded flesh into his mouth – sucking on it softly. He felt each tug all the way down to his cock. He resisted the urge to nip him, to take control of the kiss while he tangled his fingers in his lover’s shaggy brown hair. It looked like the night of romance he’d promised his lover would be harder to deliver on than he’d thought. He hadn’t planned on having to fight his natural urge to take. Much like his bad-ass brother, he was rough around the edges and took what he wanted. Always had. “Damnit, you keep doing that, I’m going to forget my promise and bend you over the table.” 

Rico’s dark blue eye’s filled with mischief. “Well, we can’t have that.” As the song faded away to something smoother – something a bit more jazzy, Rico freed himself from both the booth and Javier. His lover raised his arms and stretched. 

Tall and slender, the full body roll Rico executed showcased not only his tight abs and well defined chest but also gave Javier a glimpse of the bubble butt he loved so much. Was his lover trying to drive him insane? 

Rico’s voice was soft as he held out a hand. “Come dance with me, my love.” 

Sliding across the booth, Javier slowly stood, his body already aching for more. “You’re evil.” He whispered as Rico led him out into the small area that Shamus, the owner had cleared for the night’s festivities. 

Rico chuckled and pulled him flush against his body. “Not as evil as you are.” He nuzzled the top of Javier’s head. “Don’t think for a moment, I don’t know about that poker game you arranged for next week – even after you promised no more cards.” 

Unease rolled over Javier. The only bone of contention between his lover and him was the gambling problem Javier had been battling to overcome since they’d been together. It have nearly two years since he’d touched a deck of cards. It was hard, but to come home to Rico every day, made his sacrifice worth it. “It’s not like that, babe. I swear! It’s for-”

“Dante.” Rico’s hand caressed the hair at the nape of Javier’s neck, before tightening. In an aggressive move he used Javier’s hair to tip his head back while anchoring an arm around his waist. The move plastered Javier against his tall form. “Which is why I haven’t shoved my size ten up your ass.” 

Relief coursed through him. “It was the only thing I could think of to get them together. Dante didn’t make the best first impression on Ronan, so when he told me he didn’t have the money to fix his alternator, I made up this damned poker game. I’m lucky Dante went along with it.” 

“Like he wouldn’t jump at the chance to spend time with Ronan.” He bent his head until his nose almost touched Javier’s. “And the idea you risked my wrath to set it up, is probably one of the most romantic things you could’ve done.” 

“Ah…I wasn’t…” Javier’s cheeks flushed. He hadn’t done it to score brownie points with Rico. In fact, he’d hoped his lover wouldn’t find out. 

“I know.” His hand dropped to Rico’s ass. Squeezing it, he pressed their hips together. “Which is why, to make it up to me…you’re going to take me to Navy Pier.” 

Javier groaned as their cocks rubbed together when Rico turned him around the floor. Would this night ever end? “I am?” 

“Yeah. Then we’re going home.” He rubbed his nose against Javier’s. “And you’re going to fuck me all night long. Comprende?” 

“Fuck, yeah.” He gave Rico fast hard kiss, waved good-bye to Dante, and dragged his man out of the bar. He was a man on mission – one of love.



February 2014 ©N.D. Wylders All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Seductive Studs & Sirens {4}: WIP (Don't Call Me Iron Man)

Okay peeps this snippet is from my WIP called Don't Call Me Iron Man - a story I'm hoping to have published with Decadent's new Beyond Fairytales line. This work will be my twisted version of Iron John, a classic Grimms Fairytale. Enjoy!


Snippet:
Already on edge with adrenalin pumping thorough his veins, Ivan jumped. Then he was dragged back against a hard body. A man who didn’t struggle under Ivan’s substantial form. A man whose arm wrapped around him, holding him close while managing to wrap a cloak of some type around their combined bodies. The same man who held him with ease even as Ivan tried to twist away. He refused to let him go, even when Ivan’s bucked against him, grinding his ass against the stranger’s groin. Within moments, he could feel the man’s cock harden and grow until it was wedged between the cheeks of his ass. 

A hand clamped over his hip. “Stop. Now is not the time to be luring 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 not only an unshakable thirst for human blood, but has razor sharp hearing. Our only chance of surviving is to be still. It has very poor vision and cannot see us - unless you move.”   


2. Thianna D 

#MySexySaturday {36} Don't Call Me Iron Man (WIP)


So once more we are hopping on a Saturday. This week I bring you seven sentences to my new WIP called Don't Call Me Iron Man. This is the first time that our hero gets to meet not only the object of his mission, a sexy cyborg by the name of LT-1789, but a sexy as hell man. And how danger can morph into lust at the drop of a hat.  Enjoy and keep hopping! 






Snippet:
Already on edge with adrenalin pumping thorough his veins, Ivan jumped. Then he was dragged back against a hard body. A man who didn’t struggle under Ivan’s substantial form. A man whose arm wrapped around him, holding him close while managing to wrap a cloak of some type around their combined bodies. The same man who held him with ease even as Ivan tried to twist away. He refused to let him go, even when Ivan’s bucked against him, grinding his ass against the stranger’s groin. Within moments, he could feel the man’s cock harden and grow until it was wedged between the cheeks of his ass.   






Friday, February 14, 2014

House of Manlove's Valentine's Day Hop: Roster



Will all the ManLove Authors stand and be accounted for?  *looks around* What?  You don't want to know which authors will be posting when? Sure you do. :D

February 14th-20th






19th: JT Hall and ND Wylders

TGIF SINS-pirations {3}



Welcome to TGIF SINS-pirations. This week's yummy man is the inspiration for one of my alter-ego's supporting characters.  Meet the yummy Easton Kinga, VP of New Products at Sterling Foods. (And Bryan's right hand man.)  Isn't he just delicious?

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Cover Reveal for Awaken the Elements by Ellie Potts

Today I have the pleasure of posting the brand spanking new cover for Ellie Pott's new mmf book, Awaken the Elements.  And let me tell you not only is the cover snazzy...the blurb sounds pretty good too.  The wonderful Ms. Potts will also be doing a giveaway to one lucky winner - a $15 gift card to either Amazon or B&N.   So be sure to enter via the rafflecopter form at the bottom. 


Awaken the Elements-Book 1 of The Elemental Trilogy
By Ellie Potts
Release Day: February 14, 2014
Dark Erotic Fantasy-f/m, m/m/f ménage, m/m

Blurb:
Autumn has tried all her life to be normal, and it worked mostly. But Autumn is not normal. She doesn’t know exactly what she is or why she is so different. She does know that she can make plants grow without water or dirt, she can talk to trees, and when she is mad she can make the earth move around her. There is one other person who is different like her, Anatha, her cousin. But the two have never really gotten along.

As a virus sweeps the globe, making people seek government sanctioned safe houses. Autumn and Anatha’s family find themselves in an unlikely safe house. But they are not alone; there are friends, ex-friends, ex-boyfriends, a reunited boy band, and a wannabe rapper. Friendships grow and jealousies run crazy, as two men spark a passion in Autumn she had never felt before.


During their first summer, Autumn and Anatha, perform a summer solstice ritual which awakens the magic inside them, leading them on the path towards their destiny. But first they need to learn to control the magic that is in them as well as learn to get along, or they will destroy everything around them. 

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Seductive Studs & Sirens {2}: Dead Man's Hand

Sorry for the delay folks, my other pen name has been totally swamped in the edits, so she totally forgot last night before bed to post this.  Want me to kick her butt?  Rumor has it though...she might just like it. Okay, but before I digress anymore and get accused by a certain muse of screwing off... *looks around uneasily* ...here's this week's contribution to Seductive Studs & Sirens.  It's from my short Dead Man's Hand. Enjoy and don't forget to hit up the rest of the peeps. Now I'm off  to go hopping :)

Snippet:
“I said call.” Dante’s tone gave away nothing. “Unless of course, you’re folding.”

Glancing up from his cards, Ronan glared at the bane of his existence. A few years older than him, Dante was everything he wasn’t. Street smart and tough, all the man had to do was sit across from him, his white dress shirt parted at the throat with its black silk tie undone, and fedora tipped at a rakish angle. It almost made him sick how easily Dante pulled it off. He was the epitome of dark and dangerous. But at the moment, Ronan couldn’t let the man’s sinisterly good looks sway him. Even if he was a sucker for a man with a heavy five o’clock shadow, Ronan had to win this hand.

1. Rose Anderson   2. Thianna D   3. Alex Jones    4. Laurie Terson  5. Joelle Casteel 

#MySexySaturday {35} - Sneak Peak at Mission of Love

So I thought I'd do something a little different this week for my contribution to #MSS. Since Lynn this week asked us for a something little different with her question: "Have you ever had characters that just couldn’t wait to be all over each other?"  Well that got me to thinking of a recent flash I wrote for an upcoming Valentine's Blog Hop.  My men (Javier and Reno) had just exactly this issue...particularly Javier.  So please enjoy seven-ish sexy lines from Mission of Love this week and come back next week for the full tale  :)   Now that  I've done this shameless plug, I'm off to read the rest of this weeks contributions.




Seven Lines from Mission of Love
"Hell, yeah.” As usual Javier’s body stirred, readying itself for his lover when Rico tugged the abraded flesh into his mouth – sucking on it softly. He felt each tug all the way down to his cock. He resisted the urge to nip him, to take control of the kiss while he tangled his fingers in his lover’s shaggy brown hair. It looked like the night of romance he’d promised his lover would be harder to deliver on than he’d thought. He hadn’t planned on having to fight his natural urge to take. Much like his bad-ass brother, he was rough around the edges and took what he wanted - always had. “Damnit, you keep doing that, I’m going to forget my promise and bend you over the table.”






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February 2014 ©N.D. Wylders All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Friday, February 7, 2014

TGIF SINS-pirtation {2}

Once again it's time for TGIF SINS-piration.   This week I have found not one yummy man but two. This picture actually sparked the first m/m/f book I wrote. While their third, a sexy little wolf shifter named Colleen isn't pictured - I wouldn't kick Matthias or Andy out of bed.  


Saturday, February 1, 2014

Seductive Studs & Sirens {1}: Deadman's Hand

This is my first time joining the Seductive Studs and Sirens, but looking around I think I'll enjoy the company.  Today I'm doing 150 words or less of my current work in progress, Dead Man's Hand.  Enjoy and don't forget to keep hopping ;) 

ND

Snippet:
A slow grin creased Dante’s face. Taking the cigar out of his mouth, he set it on the ashtray at his elbow. “The Dead Man’s Hand?” He ran his finger over the gilded edges of his cards and seemed to contemplate Ronan for a moment. “Some consider such a hand unlucky…
Ronan shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “Unlucky? I doubt that. What happened to Doc Holiday was a coincidence, nothing more.” The clock on the mantel struck midnight – each chime resonating within him. It was time to finish this. Either he won the money he needed or he didn’t. He was tired of Dante toying with him. “Look, either fold or show me what you have. I have class in the morning.”

Dante lifted a dark brow. “Yet here you are…such a naughty boy.”

Ronan’s hackles rose. This was one of the reasons that he didn’t like the other man. He was too arrogant, too in-your-face, too condescending. And too much temptation for a guy who hasn’t been laid in over six months.

2. Thianna D  

#MySexySaturday {34}

This is the first time I've joined #MySexySaturday, but the concept is easy.  You pick seven words, sentences or paragraphs out of work in progress or published work that showcase sexiness.  For my first week I'm going to share a snippet (well seven sentences) from my current WIP that I'm working on for an anthology that Beth Wylde is putting together.  Dead Man's Hand is more than just a hand of cards in Poker - as Ronan will find out when he wagers against Dante, his arch-nemesis.  And since I featured a picture yesterday of Dante....today here's some eye candy for Ronan. :)  Enjoy and don't forget to keep hopping!



Snippet:

Glancing up from his cards, Ronan glared at the bane of his existence. A few years older than him, Dante was everything he wasn’t. Street smart and tough, all Dante had to do was sit across from him, his white dress shirt parted at the throat with its black silk tie undone, and fedora tipped at a rakish angle. It almost made him sick how easily Dante pulled it off. He was the epitome of dark and dangerous. But at the moment, Ronan couldn’t let the man’s sinisterly good looks sway him. Even if he was a sucker for a man with a heavy five o’clock shadow, Ronan had to win this hand.
Ronan