Friday, June 28, 2013

Fantasy Friday: Jana Downs





Jana Downs lives in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina with three cats, one dog, several dozen fish, and a very understanding partner-in-crime who hates to read but makes exceptions for her stories.

You can usually find her either watching bad reality TV, buying way too many books on Amazon, or dreaming up another man or two to occupy her time because life is good but several drop-dead gorgeous nonexistent men is just better.


Adult Excerpt
Holy cow. Oh my. I wanna touch it. He strained against the cuffs that held him suspended in the air. His mind still wasn’t wrapping around that nifty little trick. He tried to ask how it worked, but he couldn’t. Maybe Elia was onto something with this whole restraint thing. It was making his head spin and his body tighten impossibly. He swore he’d leaked more pre-cum in the last five minutes than he had in the past year. The fact that later they would be watching this, like he and Elia were some sort of very X-rated porno stars, turned his buttons like nothing else. He didn’t know why the idea appealed so much, but it did.
It was good in the beginning with David, too. The insidious voice in the back of his head was unwelcome in this moment of pleasure. He didn’t want to think about his ex or the fact that he’d once called the man Master. He’d never been good enough for him and had failed continuously in their relationship. David had turned to violence in his frustration. It hadn’t been Alexis’s fault. He saw that now, and wouldn’t accept abuse from anyone else again. There was a difference between a kinky bedroom spanking and an ass kicking. However, he couldn’t help but think he’d been the root cause of everything when it came right down to it. He’d asked David to play Dom, after all.
Elia’s eyes burned into him as he wrapped his hand around Alexi’s erection and tugged. “I do like the way this feels in my hand.” Alexis’s eyes rolled, and he tried to buck up into the touch. “It’s different from mine, though it is similar.”
Yes. Please. God. Want to come really bad. He screwed his eyes shut and squirmed. The device held him tightly. Fuck me. Please, fuck me. His toys hadn’t been enough in the intervening months since his last lover. He wanted flesh and blood against him, inside him. He’d never had two cocks before. He didn’t know if he could accommodate, but he sure as fuck wanted to try.
“Platform,” Elia commanded. The room obeyed, and a shimmering white surface appeared just in front of Alexis. Wow this place is handy. He remembered the flashes from the tutor. The thought of Elia’s hands spreading his cheeks and fucking him while spanking his ass raw just made him want to come right then and there. The platform had been what the Eoean had used on the tutor’s images to achieve that particular end. He wanted it, craved it.
Elia gently pressed on Alexis’s back and bent him forward so that he was ass up for his pleasure. Alexis’s palms pressed against the platform’s warm surface, and he wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t move them from the position. His cheek rested there as well, and his breath created a smear of condensation on the clear surface.
As something warm and wet was dribbled between the valley of his buttock, he shivered. His hole was begging to be filled. He was surprised when something inorganic pressed against his opening. He relaxed into the sensation, trusting Elia. He’d said he wouldn’t hurt him. Whatever he was pressing inside him filled him in gradual increments, taking up the space inside him with timed pulses. The vibrations began, and he couldn’t help but scream around the weird gag in his mouth. Talk about being probed by a horny alien. He chuckled a little at the thought, but it skated away as the pulsing flexible thing started to do some major stretching.
He managed to raise his eyes to check out the view screen and was supremely pleased by what he saw. Elia’s cock had turned a deeper shade of blue down and a cotton candy colored drip of pre-cum was lubing the plum tip. The second cock was rippling faster on the other one, milking more. Elia’s expression told Alexis that he better stretch soon because he was nearing the edge of no return. Lust had transformed his face into a mask of pleasure mixed with the pain of denial. Alexis understood the feeling all too well.
“Raise platform two units.”
Alexis’s body rose higher. What was he doing? The thought had no sooner ghosted through his mind when he got his answer. Elia dropped to his knees and sucked Alexis’s cock into his mouth. Alexis screamed as the toy fucked his ass, spreading him as Elia clumsily bobbed his head on his cock. It wasn’t practiced, but it was certainly enthusiastic. It made Alexis wonder if he’d ever given a blow job before.
He shut his eyes, unable to take the image of Elia on his knees for him. His ass stretched wider than he’d ever had before. The toy slid over his pleasure spot over and over, fucking him better than any of his own toys ever had.
“All Father above, you taste good,” Elia murmured as he pulled off his cock. “I can’t take anymore, Alexis. Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable, my honor.” He gave the head of his dick one last lick before getting to his feet and circling around behind Alexis’s prone body.

Alexis squirmed as much as he could. The toy in his ass was removed, and his cheeks were spread wide. Yes. Take me. Elia.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Thursday's Thirty: Iyana Jenna




 Please welcome the lovely Iyana Jenna to the hot seat as she answers todays Thursday's 30!

1.      Sinful or Sweet? Sweet

2.      Night or Day? Night

3.      Coffee or Tea? Coffee

4.      Leather or Lace? Leather

5.      Chocolate or Sex? Chocolate :D

6.      Pajama movie night or Cocktails at the bar? Pajama movie night

7.      Happily Ever After or Happy For Now? All!

8.      Reading: Ebook or Paperback? Paperback, so far

9.      Star Trek or Star Wars? Superman! Oops…

10.  Dogs or Cats? Cats

11.  Fruit or Chocolate? Chocolate

12.  Hero or Heroine? Hero

13.  Twilight or True Blood? Neither :(

14.  Fantasy or Sci-Fi? Fantasy

15.  Writing: Plot or Not? Plot

16.  Sweet or Savory? Savory

17.  Gold or Silver? Gold

18.  Vampire or Werewolf? Werewolf

19.  Werewolf or Shifter? Err, both?

20.  Reading: Contemporary or Paranormal? Contemporary

21.  Love or Lust? Love

22.  Naughty or Nice? Nice with naughty sprinkles

23.  Christmas or Halloween? Eid :D

24.  Beer or Wine? Wine

25.  Games Of Throne or Spartacus? *shakes head* neither

26.  International or Home Grown? Uh?

27.  Movie or TV Show? Both

28.  Brains or Brawn? Brawn with brain

29.  City or Country? City

30.  Piercing or Tattoos? Nah…


Release Me


Taking a break from dealing with his father’s clients on legal matters, Nicholas Haynes went out to the sea on his yacht—only to find a man floating in the water. The man was still alive, much to Nicholas’s relief.

Gregory Phillips was a private investigator and his last job almost turned him into fish food if not for Nicholas. Little did he know that the main suspect in his case was one of Nicholas’ father’s clients. When Nicholas insisted on taking care of Gregory after the incident that almost killed him, can he trust Nicholas enough with his life?

Available Tomorrow From Evernight!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Featured Author: Isabelle Rowan




BIO

I teach by day and write by night – or whenever I can escape to fit in a few words. I’m a woman of ‘a certain age’ who lives in a seaside suburb south of Melbourne, so my stories are usually based in the country I know and love, Australia. Most of my writing is m/m romance with a slightly gritty edge, but I do venture into horror now and then.

Although the book I’ve chosen to highlight is not my most recent, it might give readers a taste of the people and places I like to write about. A Note in the Margin is set in Melbourne, but I believe the situation the characters find themselves in could apply anywhere in the world. My hope is that people not only enjoy it, but it might encourage them to look at the homeless in a different light. It is a heart-warming story that might just make you shed a tear or two.


THIS WEEKS FEATURED AUTHOR


Author Questions:

Are you plot or character driven?

Almost everything I’ve written is character driven. I have a basic plot idea, but that often changes once the characters take on life in my head. I’m not a writer who can plan and plot out every aspect of their stories – I’ve tried and failed miserably – so I have to trust my characters.

I love a good story with twists and turns, but I find the journey a character so much more satisfying. You become invested in their emotions, feel their loves and fears, and hopefully can relate to happy or happy for now ending.

Do you listen to music while writing? If so, what kind?

Every piece of writing has a soundtrack and individual characters often do too. Putting on my headphones is the easiest way to get into the mood for a particular piece of writing. I’m currently writing the third installment in the A Note in the Margin series and needed to get back into that mindset. I put on the VAST track ‘Flames’ – John and David were instantly there with all their love and need for each other. Daniel in The Red Heart came to life with the Goth sounds of Sisters of Mercy. Often I just have the hum of café traffic, but the music is still there in the back of my mind.

Tell us about the different types of characters you like to write about? Why are these types so appealing to you?

Perfect people aren’t very interesting are they? Or very realistic! The most interesting characters to write about have flaws, issues, and journeys to take. David is probably my most broken character at the start of A Note in the Margin; we find him homeless and unable to deal with the realities of a ‘normal’ life. He is still my favourite because he had so far to go and allowed other characters to grow around him.
Even a villain like my vampire Galen in Ink wouldn’t have interested me if he’d simply been evil. Galen had weaknesses and was also quite broken – he actually made me cry near the end of the book, a bit embarrassing when I write in cafes.


Reader Questions:

What are your favourite genres to read from? Who are some of your favorite authors and why?

My favourite genre to read is supernatural/horror – not the hardcore gory stuff, but something that is more atmospheric. Obviously I love vampire books and one of my early passions was Anne Rice - Ignore the movie and forget that portrayal of Lestat. Her books were always so rich in detail and ‘The Vampire Lestat’ totally suckered me in. However, my absolute favorite vampire novel would have to be ‘Lost Souls’ by Poppy Z Brite. Sure many of the music references are dated now, but Zillah and his gang sang to me as they drove around in their van.

Do you have a favourite character from another author?

In her novel ‘Lost Souls’, Poppy Z Brite wrote a character called Ghost. I read this book many years ago, but Ghost stays with me. He is an ethereal character who, although human, seems to exist between worlds. He is a true innocent and for some reason that really struck a chord in me.

What are your comfort reads when you are sick or feeling low?

Don’t laugh, but I love to revisit The Wind in the Willows. It is the most special book from my childhood and the adventures of Ratty, Mole and Mr. Toad still make me smile. I included my love of this story Twelve Days, the second book in the A Note in the Margin series and plan to have it play a role in the third.



Quickies:

Night or Day?

It’s winter right now in Melbourne so day – cold with winter sunshine.

Coffee or Tea?

Coffee - although I drink more peppermint tea.

Leather or Lace?

I’m a black lace girl, especially when teamed with velvet.

Chocolate or Sex?

Can I have both? If I have to choose… nah, still want both.

Pajama movie night or Cocktails at the bar?

Love a night in with a movie!

Formal or Casual?

Casual – high heels would make me about 6ft tall!


A NOTE IN THE MARGIN

John McCann, a man who judges life by the tally of an accounts ledger, has a supreme goal in life: To achieve, live, and enjoy the rarified executive lifestyle. But he's encountered one problem: The migraines are going to continue to get worse unless you make some major changes in your lifestyle. What you need is a 'sea change'… Perhaps buy a nice little business in the country, settle down, something easier to occupy your time…
 While John knows the doctor is right, he just can't resign from the job he's fought so hard for. He decides the sacrifice of taking a year's leave of absence won't interfere too much with his plans, and so he finds himself running Margins, a cozy little bookstore, with the help of the former owner's son, Jamie. John expects to put in his year, get his stress under control, and then get back to business.
 What John doesn't expect is how Margins and its denizens draw him in, particularly the quiet, disheveled man who takes refuge in the old leather chair in the second-hand book section. John's plans for an unattached year of simple business crumble when he meets David and is forced to re-evaluate life, love and what he really wants from both. John and David are forced to come to terms with their pasts as they struggle to determine what possible future they might build together.




EXCERPT

“It’s a cold night, John, and it’s late.” When it was obvious John didn’t get the intent of his words Jamie continued. “It’s late, John. The shelter will be closed. David knows that and he has nowhere to go.”
Then why didn’t he fucking say so?” John rolled his eyes and growled. “Why didn’t he ask…?”
Jamie shot John a withering look and said, “Would you?”
John felt the air leave his lungs. Of course he wouldn’t. His fucking pride wouldn’t let him, but he still tried to reason. “Look, he’ll find somewhere.”
“Yeah, John… and he can always call the hypothermia emergency line if he can find a phone that hasn’t been vandalized!” Jamie spat out.
“Come on, Jamie. I’ll drive you home,” John said quietly, wondering if there was such a thing as a hypothermia emergency line.

It was bitterly cold and had started to rain by the time they reached the car, but neither man acknowledged it. They sat in silence while John peered through the fogged window waiting for the demister to clear the glass. They were several blocks down the main road when John pulled sharply into the curb. He hit the button that lowered the electric windows, leaned across Jamie’s lap, and shouted, “Get in!”
The icy wind rushed in through the open window, making Jamie’s eyes water, but he was still able to make out the somewhat surprised and confused expression on David’s face. He just stood there staring at John unsure what to do. Jamie had no clue what John had in mind, but he mentally willed David to walk to the car. He could feel John growing impatient when David didn’t move so he called, “Come on, Davey. Please get in.”
Jamie held his breath for what seemed an age until he saw David start to walk toward them; he quickly twisted around in his seat to open the back door. David lowered himself into the car and didn’t say a word. He just sat and waited for John to explain the invitation. John hadn’t really thought that far ahead, but managed to come up with, “Look, it’s fucking freezing and um… you may as well crash on the couch tonight. After all, you did help move it.”
Jamie knew it sounded pretty lame, but he gave John an appreciative smile when David closed the door and mumbled his thanks. He chattered happily the rest of the way to his apartment making sure to cover up the silence in the rest of the car. When John pulled up out front Jamie mouthed thank you to John before making a dash through the rain to his front door.
John could feel David sitting quietly behind him and wondered what the hell he was doing taking this man home. After a moment or two he turned around and asked, “Want to sit in the front? That way I’ll feel less like your chauffer.”
David looked at him before giving a small nod and stepping out of the car to swap seats. He wasn’t totally sure what was going on here but John seemed okay, and Jamie liked him.
Once the car was in motion John commented on how quiet it was now that Jamie was gone and went on to tell David about Jamie’s ability to talk nonstop without taking a breath. David visibly relaxed and smiled at John’s observations.
They were nearly back at John’s when he stopped outside a pharmacy and said, “Need some supplies if you’re staying over. Not be a minute.”
David felt his stomach plunge as he watched John jog into the store. There’s always a cost…. Even for a night on the couch. He squeezed his eyes shut and contemplated just getting out of the car, but was too tired and simply didn’t have enough energy to move. He didn’t look at John when he got back into the car but eyed the small paper bag warily before it was tossed onto the backseat. He spent the rest of the trip in sullen silence despite John’s attempts to make conversation.
When they got to the apartment he walked quietly behind John and stood still as the door was closed behind him. David felt the familiar wave of helplessness as he waited for the inevitable rough touch.
John was confused by the change in David. He’d not moved since John closed the door and his entire body language radiated fear. John knew he was out of his depth with this man; he hadn’t meant to make him feel so uncomfortable. He passed the bag over and said in a hesitant voice, “I didn’t know what you had so I just got some of the basics.
Look, I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, but… oh fuck, I don’t know….”
John’s sentence trailed off as he closed his eyes and wearily rubbed his hand across his forehead.
Slightly stunned by John’s words, David looked down at the paper bag in his hands. He cautiously unfolded the neat crease to find a toothbrush, bar of soap, and a razor. He felt a rush of both relief and shame; relief that he was wrong and shame for not trusting John’s intentions.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Fantasy Friday: Lexi DeHalo



L E X I  D E H A L O


Lexi DeHalo lived in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina until she left for college to study Chemistry and Forensic Science. Despite her love for science, Lexi’s heart has always belonged to the arts. So, after moving to the big city, she decided to pursue her creativity by writing hot stories about hot men who love other hot men.
She welcomes questions and comments from her readers on Facebook, Goodreads, or her website.


Forbidden Moon [Be-Were 2]
Adam Anderson must put aside his broken heart for his Pack. Taking on a dangerous mission deep within the mountains is a step in the right direction. When Adam is severely injured, he is rescued by a lone shifter with a past as troubled as his own. What evolves from there is a romance that awakens feelings he hasn’t had since the death of his mate.

After his pack’s betrayal, Cersin Everett swore never to trust again. He resigned himself to a solitary life far away from both pack and past. However, a hunting trip turned rescue mission brings him a man who can teach him what it means to hope again.

As Sin shows Adam his world, it becomes harder for them to deny their growing feelings. But theirs is a forbidden match, an unmated pairing. They will have to either surrender their newfound love or be torn apart by the world outside the sanctuary of Sin’s home.

Interview with Cersin Everett

Name: Cersin Everett (Sin)
DOB: August 8
Height: 6’2”
Eye Color: Turquoise
Occupation: Alpha
Bio: Sin was born an Alpha. Growing up, he’d always admired his father and when the time finally came for him to fill his shoes, Sin was determined to make him proud. However, his time as Alpha was short lived and Sin is left to deal with his Pack’s betrayal. Isolating himself form the rest of the world, Sin has come to enjoy his life of solitude, taking in pleasure in the small things. His favorite past time is sitting around the fire, reading poetry.
Favorites
Poem: “The Clod and the Pebble” by William Blake
Color: Orange
Author: Edgar Allen Poe
Song: Forevermore by Broken Iris
Quote: "Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.”

Q: Do you have any scars? How did you get them?
Sin: I have many scars that cover most of my body. Majority of them came from my Beta when he betrayed me and my family.

Q: What is your biggest fear?
Sin: Being a failure in my father’s eyes.

Q: When is the last time you really laughed out loud? What made you laugh?
Sin: *grins* It’d definitely have to be when Adam burned the turkey at Thanksgiving. I told him to just let me handle things since I’m usually the one to cook, but he insisted, and I’ll never forget the look on his face when that fire alarm went off.

Q: What is your favorite thing about Adam?
Sin: I love the way he begs for more. Adam is such a responsive submissive, I just can’t tell him no.

Q: What are your plans for the future?
Sin: I didn’t really think too much about the future until I met Adam. Right now, I’m just happy being by his side.

Q: Who was your first love?
Sin: My first love? I didn’t really have a first love, but I did have a crush on one of my guards when I was younger. It never developed into anything serious, though.

Q: How has your opinion on love changed since meeting Adam?
Sin: I didn’t believe in love. Sure, I read poetry and as a romantic at heart, but love for me didn’t exist. As an Alpha I was born without a mate to ensure that when the time came, I could choose from the best females to produce heirs. Since that never happened for me, I had assumed love was a lost cause. Then I met Adam. I had never experienced the emotions he stirred inside me and now I can’t picture my life without him.

Q: What is one thing that annoys you about Adam?
Sin: His stubbornness. When Adam puts his foot down, I know he’s about to get his way.

Q: Can we expect to see you in future books?

Sin: Definitely. Both Adam and I make an appearance in the next book as a matter of fact. Moon Resonance [Be-Were 3] will be available in July.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Thursday's Thirty: Imogene Nix



imogene@imogenenix.com


Imogene Nix is back with us today, to answer our Thursday's Thirty.


1.      Sinful or Sweet?
Gotta be sinful...

2.      Night or Day?
Day!

3.      Coffee or Tea?
Coffee

4.      Leather or Lace?
Lace

5.      Chocolate or Sex?
Sex (but only just)

6.      Pajama movie night or Cocktails at the bar?
PJ’s!

7.      Happily Ever After or Happy For Now?
I want my Happily Ever After!!

8.      Reading: Ebook or Paperback?
Paperback... Satisfying

9.      Star Trek or Star Wars?
No option... Star Trek thanks

10.  Dogs or Cats?
Dogs!

11.  Fruit or Chocolate?
Chocolate.  Didn’t know there was any other option!

12.  Hero or Heroine?
Heroine J

13.  Twilight or True Blood
I’d like to say neither (but that would be a lie Twilight

14.  Fantasy or Sci-Fi?
SciFi!!!

15.  Writing: Plot or Not?
Nope. Never

16.  Sweet or Savory?
Sweet

17.  Gold or Silver?
Silver

18.  Vampire or Werewolf?
Vamps please

19.  Werewolf or Shifter?
Shifter

20.  Reading: Contemporary or Paranormal?
Paranormal

21.  Love or Lust?
Can’t I have both? (whines)

22.  Naughty or Nice?
Naughty – more fun that way

23.  Christmas or Halloween?
Christmas

24.  Beer or Wine?
Wine

25.  Games Of Throne or Spartacus?
Spartacus

26.  International or Home Grown?
International

27.  Movie or TV Show?
TV

28.  Brains or Brawn?
Brains

29.  City or Country?
Country

30.  Piercing or Tattoos?
Umm neither?

 

Blame The Wine

Cara and Dillon, two clueless lovers are on their last chance get a little a little help…of the supernatural kind.

Cara is stuck. A job going nowhere and a hankering for the sexy gorgeous boss who doesn’t even know she exists. Fate, in the guise of a temp position arrives…Where will it lead?

Dillon is a geek. No other word could possibly describe him. He may be sexy and super brainy, but he’s totally clueless with women and especially the sexy plus size Cara. But when his PA takes emergency leave before her wedding, the luscious Cara is the best applicant for the position. It’s an opportunity he can’t pass up.

What will happen when two clueless, wannabe lovers get a little divine intervention?