Saturday, May 31, 2014

#MySexySaturday {44}: Getting that lovin' feeling....again.


So this week we're talking about characters who have lost that loving feeling but suddenly find it again...whether it's in the arms of their mates or a new lover.  For my contribution this week I'm taking seven-ish paragraphs from my MM Romance Goodread's story, A Sonnet for His Cowboy.  It will be apart of the group's upcoming Love's Landscapes Event.  So grab a chair, enjoy the spark of chemistry as desire reunites...and don't forget to stop by the rest of the contributors.






Snippet:

Benji pushed him away. “Look, I…” He raked his hand through his hair. A look of disgust crossed his face. “I don’t think this is going to work. I’ll see if I can put a few calls in and find you another hand.”

“What? No! I don’t want another hand.” Panic built in Alejandro’s stomach. Even in the short time Benji had been at the ranch he’d enjoyed the man’s company. And today had proved how well they could work together. He didn’t want to start over with another hand. “Look, I swear being gay isn’t contagious— and I’ll keep my hands to myself. Just don’t leave. You have so much experience to share with me.”

Benji scowled at him. “I’m not your fucking father.”

Alejandro pulled back, stung. “I had a father, thank you very much. And I don’t want another.”

Benji began to pace. “Fine, older brother, or whatever relation you want to stamp on me. I can’t be what you need.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “And what exactly do you think I want?”

“Fuck, I don’t know! At times you treat me like an older brother, like fucking around at the pond today. At other times, like this morning when you fed me and commiserated about my mom having cancer, I swear you were feeling sorry for me.” Benji growled, and tossed his hat on the table. “But what just confuses the hell out of me is the instances when I can see the lust rising off you. Like you want to rip off my clothes and do mean things to me.”

Alejandro sank back into his chair. “So? You’re an attractive man and I happen to love older men. There’s no crime in looking.”





Friday, May 30, 2014

TGIF SINS-pirations {16}: The Eyes Say It All


They say the eyes are windows to the soul...


...and his have plenty to tell. 


Monday, May 26, 2014

2014 HAHAT Winners Announced!


So it's that time! Time to announce the winners from my stop on the wonderful HAHAT blog hop. I hope all of you enjoyed the stops as much as I did. Such a wide variety of totally awesome writers, reviewers and publishers this year - and all for such a good cause. I had a total blast and look forward to next year's event.  But before we can look toward that I need to let two lucky winners know they won.    So drumroll please....


Congratulations to  Caddy Rowland and Lena Grey!  

I will emailing you shortly about your prizes: 2 delicious m/m books from my alter-ego's (Dakota Trace's) backlist - Healing Hark (mmm bdsm) and His Just Desserts (mm foodie romance)  



Saturday, May 24, 2014

Seductive Studs & Sirens {16}: Off limits...maybe


Once again it's time for Seductive Studs and Sirens. This week I'm going to share a short snippet of a flash piece that I wrote for the House of Manlove's  Hot Summer Flash blog hop. The rules were fairly simple.  Write a 1200 word flash that revolves either around Freedom to Marry concept (the idea of a committed couple taking it the final step and marrying) or MidSummer Madness (a summer fling.)  Of course my alter ego picked the Freedom Marry concept but I went all out for the Midsummer Madness.    And below is the opening lines for Off Limits, a flash about two men who shouldn't be together, but can't seem to resist the lure of one another.  


Snippet:

“We promised we wouldn’t do this anymore.” Kenneth groaned, his hands fisting in Lucas’s dark curls. He spun the smaller man around, trapping him between his hungry body and the brick wall of the alley separating DiAngelo’s Pizzeria and Shoney’s Dry-cleaning. Around them 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…” Lucas grounded his erection against his thigh. “I can’t forget. I need you to fuck me again. Forget about all the reasons we shouldn’t be, and focus on this…” His tongue thrust past Kenneth’s parted lips. 

Lust fogged his brain and his body begged him to give into the other man’s allure. His reasons to stay clear of Lucas Di’Angelo were solid, but at the moment his little head was overriding them. 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 thought hazily, later he would remember why screwing his boss’s son was a bad thing.


#MySexySaturday {43}:Longing...

I truly love the #MySexySaturday fun we have. It's such a fun and simple blog hop.  You pick seven words, seven sentences or seven paragraphs from one of your books, published or WIP and post it for the enjoyment of others.  I'm so happy to see that it's back. I find the most delicious books to buy. 

This week we're supposed to tailor our posts about those heros or heroines that don't know exactly how attractive they are, but the strength they find to go after what they want, is sexy within itself.  Which is the case with one of my heroes from my Beyond Fairytales submission, Don't Call Me Iron Man.  Lucero, a cybernetic man, has been never been treated as anything more than a fancy can opener by nearly all the members of his clutch. (aka his village) At least until a visitor from another realm seeks him out. 
Enjoy!  And don't forget to stop by the rest of the contributors. 

Inspiration for Ivan. YUM!
Snippet:

Lucero couldn’t help but stare. Shirtless with his hands clasped over his lean stomach and his dark hair mused, Ivan reminded Lucero so much of Vihaan that he had to pinch himself to keep himself from doing something he’d regret. Even the brief pain wasn’t enough to temper the sudden surge of lust in Lucero’s groin. Forget about how long it’s been since you’ve touched another. He sees you nothing more than a fancy machine. But even as he mentally scolded himself, he couldn’t stop his longing for the brush of another’s hand against his. His solitary existence normally didn’t bother him much, but with Ivan sitting so close, it reminded him of all he’d given up when he’d left the clutch. And now he wants me to return, but do I dare knowing what awaits me?


Friday, May 23, 2014

TGIF SINS-pirations {15}: Unbearable teases...



Sorry for the short hiatus last week. I was out of town because my dad was in the hospital recovering from major surgery. It's been a very up and down week for me, so I most definitely need some yummy eye-candy.  And seeing as my alter ego, Dakota was hosting part of the Naughty Book Club's One Year Anniversary Bash last night...I got exposed to lots of it.  So today...to make up for last week's miss, I offer up two yummy men who I just wish I could either nudge away a hand or tear away a scrap of silk.   (Well, that and I couldn't choose between them...both are hot!) 


See what I mean? 


Saturday, May 17, 2014

Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia 2014 - May 17th-24th

Once again I'm happy to be a participant in this wonderful hop celebrating International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia (May 17th) Even though I am straight, I have family and close friends that who deal with these issues on almost a daily basis. By participating I hope to shed a little more light on the subject matter.  And bring some yummy reads.   Of course I also would like to thank the creators the  HAHAT for allowing me to participate. Erica Cherie, Norma, K-lee and Embry...you all rock! 

But today I don't want to focus on the negative, but instead focus on the fun - more light hearted side of gay and how my life wouldn't be the same without these peeps.   


For instance....
Without Tchaikovsky...my daughters wouldn't be driving me insane by running around and humming the themes from the Nutcraker, Swan Lake or Sleeping Beauty.  


Without...Greg Louganis...I'd have never learned how to swim or did my first belly flop. (I know I'm dating myself, but I was glued to the set during the Summer Olympics of 84 and 88 just to watch him dive!) 


Without...Rock Hudson...I wouldn't have spent hours with my dad, glued to the TV as we watched the McMillian & Wife every week. 

Without...Elton John and Freddy Mercury,...I wouldn't have sang hours upon hours of Crocadile Rock and Bohiaman Rhapsody with my younger sister.  

So what's so important about these people? Other than the fact they are gay celebrities? The fact they are human. They chose to succeed at their chosen professions and offer something wonderful back to the world. Which is why I get so angry when I hear people talking trash about gays, lesbians or transexuals.  And why regardless of their sexuality these wonderful people have influenced my life in ways that may seem minor to some, but have helped shaped me into the woman, mother and wife I am today.  So lets remember...no matter who you find yourself attracted to man, woman or transexual...we are all human and should love each other.   

And to celebrate this....I'm giving away a copy of two of my alter ego's books, His Just Desserts (a m/m foodie romance) and Healing Hark (a m/m/m BDSM romance) to a lucky commentor.  Just be sure to commet below with your name and an email address which you can be reached at.  

Oh and don't forget to stop by the rest of the contributors.






MySexySaturday {42}: Claiming What He Wants...

Wow...its great to be participating once more in #MySexySaturday. I've been quiet as of late but with my father having surgery and everything I've been barely able to take the time to shower let alone anything else. So I apologoze for the delay on posting. I want to also say to Lynn its great to have you back. We've sure missed you!
With that being said...let's move on to the sexy fun. This snippet is around sevenish paragraphs and from my Love's Landscape story, A Sonnet for His Vaquero. Told from Benji's POV it is after he returns from making funeral arrangements for his mother to find Alejandro pouring over his father's love letters to Ian. This is when Alejandro lays it all on the line. He's decided he wants Benji and isn't going to let their temporary situation keep him from taking what he wants. Enjoy and be sure to stop at the rest of the blogs.

Snippet:
(Alejandro has cornered Benji in the kitchen...trapping him against the counter.)

Alejandro gave a laugh. "Funny thing about that-Ian stopped by the ranch today. We had a nice long talk and let me assure you Ian has never held a loan on Rancho de la Luna. Dad and him were lovers though."

Benji kept his face straight. "After talking to him the day he left the letters, it doesn't surprise me."

Alejandro nodded, before running his fingers up the front of Benji's shirt. "We had a very enlightening talk too."

Distracted by Alejandro's touch, Benji fought to focus on their conversation. "And?"

"And he made me realize something." Alejandro's hands drifted back down over his abs, until they rested mere inches from Benji's groin.

His breath caught in his throat. "Yeah?'

"Yep." Alejandro curled two fingers through Benji's belt loop to tug him forward. "That if I found a man who lights up my world, I should hang onto him as long as I could-whether it's twenty years or twenty days. Well, I've found that man."

Benji swallowed hard. Was the man saying what he though he was?

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Friday, May 9, 2014

TGIF SINS-pirations {15}: Bound Temptation


It's no secret I love shibari. Something just sinful about seeing a man in it... Enjoy!

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Seductive Studs & Sirens {15}: Hell hath no fury...


Okay I bet all of you are thinking: "...like a woman scorned," but this time it should be: "...like a man accusing another of something said party didn't do."  Want to know more? Well read on. Poor Benji from my Love's Landscape story, A Sonnet for His Vaquero, has really stepped it in this time.   And while you're at it don't forget to stop by the rest  of peeps blogs for more seductive studs and sirens fun.

Snippet:
(set up:  Benji has come in from a night on the town to find Alejandro trying to dephifer his father's ledgers. An arguement insues when Alejandro tries to hug his new cowhand after accepting an offer to teach Alejandro to read the ledgers. Enjoy!)

Benji scowled at him. “I’m not your fucking father.”

Alejandro pulled back, stung. “I had a father, thank you very much. And I don’t want another.”

Benji began to pace. “Fine, older brother, or whatever relation you want to stamp on me. I can’t be what you need.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “And what exactly do you think I want?”

“Fuck, I don’t know! At times you treat me like an older brother, like fucking around at the pond today. At other times, like this morning when you fed me and commiserated about my mom having cancer, I swear you were feeling sorry for me.” Benji growled tossing his hat on the table. “But what just confuses the hell out of me is the instances when I can see the lust rising off you. Like you want to rip off my clothes and do mean things to me.”

Alejandro sank back into his chair. “So? You’re an attractive man and I happen to love older men. There’s no crime in looking.”