Saturday, June 21, 2014

Seductive Studs & Sirens {18}: You will obey...

Today I'm going to give you a little snippet from A Sonnet for His Vaquero. This little may/dec mm erotic romance should be soon finding it's way up and onto the MM Romance Goodreads site. Here's a sexy snippet between Alejandro and his older lover Benji.  Enjoy and don't forget to join the rest of the contributors.  


“Hang on and don’t let go— you hear me?” Benji’s tone was harsh, but the lust in his hazel eyes assured Alejandro that he wasn’t angry.

“Yeah.” Alejandro wrapped his hands around the slats in the headboard. He hissed when the thick pelt of Benji’s chest hair rubbed over his bare skin, as the older man moved back. Watching Benji through narrowed eyes, Alejandro marveled at the intensity of the other man’s need. It seemed once Benji decided to take him up on his offer, there was no hesitation. He’d stripped Alejandro down to his boxers before they’d even made it out of the kitchen. By the time they’d reached Alejandro’s bedroom, Benji was down to nothing more than his socks.

“Damn…” Alejandro moaned when Benji knelt between Alejandro’s spread thighs, his sex full and rigid from a nest of silvery hair. “I don’t think there’s anything sexier than a man who goes commando.” He tightened his thighs around Benji, loving the contrast between his lighter skin and Benji’s slightly darker tone.

#MySexySaturday {47}: Timeless love...

We're talking about timeless love today and while I don't have a ton of stories under this name, I do have one little section of my Love's Landscapes story, A Sonnet for His Vaquero, where my main character, Alejandro gets some love advice from his father's lover, Ian. Pretty sound I think...


Ian nodded. “It wasn’t something either of us wanted. When he told me he was married and had a child, I tried to make a clean break of it. I stayed away.”

Alejandro leaned back in his chair. “You didn’t know he was married? I find that hard to believe.”

Ian stiffened. “Well it’s the truth. I’ve been with the bank for thirty-five years. I knew your great uncle when I was a young man. When Oleksa died there were rumors of a distant relative claiming the land, so I naturally assumed that your dad was his heir— never thinking that he was married to Oleksa’s niece.” He sighed. “When I found out, we had a huge fight.”

“Well it’s obvious you must’ve made up, because my father and mother ended up divorced. Then Mom moved me halfway across the county.”

“I can never tell you exactly how sorry I am for that. I tried to end things. I told your father to go back to his wife and child, I absolutely refused to break up a family. I’m an orphan myself and I wasn’t about to let Kemen throw away his family.” A flash of guilt crossed his face. “That’s when he told me it was too late— that he loved me and whatever romantic feelings he had once for your mother were long gone. I tried to talk him out of it— we weren’t lovers then, just good friends who happened to be attracted to one another. But your father was a determined man. Once he put his mind to something…”

“…it happened.” Alejandro nodded. “If there’s anything I remember clearly about Dad, it was his unwavering determination.”

Ian propped his elbows on the table. “Along with his love of you, those were the two things that made me love your father the most. Sure, he had that handsome, dark, swarthy look that many Latinos have, but it was his heart that won me over.” He sighed. “Looks fade. Time goes on, but when you find a man who lights up your world, you hang on to him with all your might. I had twenty-two wonderful years with Kemen, but even if it had only been twenty-two days, I would’ve counted myself lucky.”

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Seductive Studs & Sirens {17}: Reality Checks can be a bitch...

Once again it's time for Seductive Studs and Sirens. And I'm going to give another short snippet from my House of Manlove's Flash.  This will take up from where I left off two weeks ago.  Enjoy!


“More…” The whimpered plea slipped free as Luciano hooked his leg around Kenneth’s. 

Catching the smaller man’s leg under its knee, Kenneth drew it higher until he was essentially riding his thigh. Each squirm his lover made, every twitch as Luciano tried to get closer was slowly driving Kenneth insane. He wanted to strip the man of his stained apron. He needed to tear off the snug white t-shirt with DiAngelo’s Pizzeria logo stenciled over one well-defined pectoral. Then he would drop to his knees and peel open the tight jeans that cupped what he knew was impressive dick. Memories of how it felt against his tongue, rubbing against stomach as he hammered in Luciano’s ass only added fuel to the flame. 

The sudden slam of the back door barely registered, but the harsh bark of Antonio DiAngelo as he hollered for his son had Kenneth ripping his mouth free and stumbling 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. 

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#MySexySaturday {46}:Unexpected Delight...

It's that time again! Time for some Sexy Saturday fun.  This week we're talking about long sexy afternoons spent in your lover's arms.  This snippet is from a WIP that I had buried on my thumb drive called, Making His Move.  It is from the first m/m story I ever penned. It probably needs some work - okay a lot of work, but it fits the theme for this week. This little snippet is taking place in the late afternoon after Ethan gets off work. He comes home to find a rather tempting sight in the form of his very naked best friend, Shane. 


When Shane had asked at lunch if he could stay with him at his condo, ‘just until his own was ready,’ Ethan had caved. It seemed that Shane’s dad, the CEO of McCormick Construction, wanted Shane to oversee all the work being done in Cedar Rapids and ordered his son to relocate there until the project was done. Unfortunately, the realtor wouldn’t have his condo ready for another couple of weeks. He’d missed his friend and in a moment of weakness over a delicious pot roast he’d agreed to let him stay. Hell, he’d even given the man his house key, since Shane’s meetings with the city officials were going to be done before his own meetings. 

I know I told him to make himself at home, but I didn’t expect him to find him sprawled across my bed naked like present for the taking. He wet his lower lip. His dick began to throb against the zipper of his slacks.

All Shane’s time in the sun at the job, had given his skin a golden tan. And dear lord am I tempted. From the top of his midnight hair to the high rounded globes of his ass, Shane had been driving him crazy since adolescence. His gaze drifted down to his friend’s ass. Ethan wanted nothing more than to test its resilience with his teeth.

The only thing holding him back was the fact that while he was definitely a hundred percent bona fide gay, his best friend since nine grade was straight as they came. And such is my fucking luck. Always to want what I can’t have. Even if he was gay, what would be my chances of him being a Dom? Not a prayer in hell. Pressing a hand hard against his straining cock, he turned away, only to freeze at the sound of his name. Glancing over his shoulder, he nearly choked. Shane was no longer on his stomach. 

His eyes met Shane’s electric blue gaze. They were slumberous and it was all Ethan could do keep his gaze above his friend’s chin. It was one thing to ogle his best friend when he was oblivious to the world and entirely another to when Shane was wide awake.

“I thought I heard you come in, man.” Shane’s hand rubbed across the broad expanse of his chest before he languidly stretched.

Ethan’s face flushed even as he watched every liquid move Shane made. He was glad the hall light at his back kept his face in the shadows. He’d never live this down if Shane realized what affect he was having on him. “Sorry. If I’d known that you were sleeping, I’d have been quieter when I came in. I’m sure all the travel has made you tired.”

Saturday, June 7, 2014

#MySexySaturday {45} Pity isn't an option...

So this week we're talking about the 'boss' of our stories.  In the case of my Love's Landscape novella, it happens to be Alejandro, a young fresh faced college graduate who has returned to take up the reins of his father's failing ranch.  He's got determination, grit and all those other wonderful qualities that made me fall in love with him.  Of course, he takes care of all those around him, including Benji, his much older and more world-weary hand who has come back to watch his mother die.  This week's snippet comes from a scene directly after Benji's mother passes away.  Alejandro has offered to take Benji into town - since he doesn't want his grief-stricken hand to drive.  


Keeping his emotions under tight control was difficult, but Alejandro managed. With his back to Benji, he busied himself with loading the dishwasher, and waited for Benji to head outside. It was their routine. The older man would scatter the chicken feed while he cleaned up the breakfast dishes. But, as the man continued to sit and watch him, even after he’d made a joke about jumping him, Alejandro felt like a bug under a microscope. He probably shouldn’t have kissed him, but he’d had such a lost look on his face, and then he’d tried to warn Alejandro off taking him into town. When would the man learn that, despite his age, Alejandro didn’t run from a confrontation?

The sudden scrape of a chair being pushed away from the table had him sighing in relief. Soon he’d hear the snap of the screen door, but instead there was a sudden heat against his back and Benji’s arms appeared on either side of him as the larger man crowded him closer to the counter.

“If I don’t remember to say it, thank you, Alejandro.” His voice rumbled over Alejandro. Every muscle in his body trembled with anticipation.

“You’re wel—” He found himself suddenly spun around to face Benji— or rather Benji’s chest. Even as big as Alejandro was, his hand still stood a good eight inches taller than his respectable five-foot-ten height.

“But the next time you kiss me, it’d better not be because you feel sorry for me.” He wrapped a hand around the back of Alejandro’s neck to pull him up on his tiptoes. “Because I’d hate to have us end up in bed for that reason. Especially when I want you squirming under me because you want me as much as I want you.”

Then Benji laid a kiss on him that rocked Alejandro to his toes. Clinging to Benji’s wide shoulders, he was panting by the time the older man lifted his head. Benji didn’t seem to be in much better shape, his cheeks ruddy and his breath fast.

“Just remember that, boss.” He warned before stepping back.

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