Welcome to another guest post today at Michael's!
Today, I have Silvia Violet on both blogs since she has a het and m/m release out. Please see Rawiya's to view her het posting. Also, Silvia has interviewed me on hers. Please visit this link to see it.
The cover for her latest m/m is pretty intense and after I read the blurb, I put it on my TBR!
Please enjoy her guest blog and offer your comments below!
I’ve been reading m/m romance and erotica for about a decade, but it used to make up a much smaller percentage of my reading material than it has lately. And while I’ve written lots of m/m/f, always with the initial relationship being m/m, I’d never written an m/m story until this spring. Now my muse has taken off in this direction in a big way. All this reading and writing in the m/m genre has made me do a lot of thinking about gender and sexuality and why I enjoy m/m books.
One thing I’ve noticed is that the more I read and write m/m, the more I appreciate men, not just sexually, but for what they can bring to friendship or romance. I think one reason for this is that when I write from a male perspective I have to really get into my male characters heads, try to think what they think, feel what they feel. I’ve always enjoyed writing the male POV in my books, but with m/m I’m only writing from the male perspective, and it has challenged me to reconsider a lot of assumptions about how men think.
As an m/m reader, I’ve gotten to read about lots of different types of men experiencing everything from scorching hot passion to dopey, glassy-eyed love to soul-wrenching despair. When I read m/f, I tend to choose paranormal books with similar heroes – alpha males that I love for their strength and dominance. The m/m books I read have a much wider variety of men in both dominant and submissive roles in contemporary, historical and paranormal settings. This is not a reflection on the m/f genre just my own reading choices, but this exposure to men of many different types has made me appreciate the variety of men in my life.
My first m/m release, Sex on the Hoof has two characters who both embody the alpha characteristics I love. They are physically strong, unwilling to back down from a challenge, and uncomfortable when they’re not in control. I enjoyed helping them give into their desire for one another and work out the power dynamics of a relationship between two alphas. And I appreciated all their struggles and their softer sides as well.
Protect and Serve: Sex on the Hoof by Silvia Violet
Deer shifter Jason Fleetfoot has turned his life around. After years of taking chances, he's got a job as a crime lab technician, and he's determined to forgo the risky behavior of his past.
Then he meets Drew Danvers, the only undead detective in the city. Jason hates vampires, or does he? Drew defies all the stereotypes of his kind and something about him has taken hold of Jason and won't let go.
Will Jason take a chance on a man others would label a risk to his health if not his very life?
I’m Jason Fleetfoot. I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life. The stupidest of all was taking a job with some assholes intent on manufacturing illegal chemical weapons.
My sister, Natalie, lost her job when her company folded, and I lost mine because my fucking boss was a bastard. I’ve got authority issues. And control issues. Alright, I’m seriously fucked up, but I wasn’t going to let my sister starve because I couldn’t keep it together.
So I made a deal with the devil and damn near got myself and Natalie killed. She saved me, she and her cop boyfriend, Wolf. The name’s not a joke. He’s a werewolf. Did I mention we’re shifters, Natalie and I. Deer shifters. If you think my human form is impressive, you should see me as a ten point buck. So yeah, a werewolf and a deer shifter. Somehow they’re making it work.
As much as I hate being beholden to Wolf, I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for him. Once the cops cleared me, Wolf helped me get a job in the crime lab where I can use my knowledge of chemistry and computers for the good guys.
As the newest hire, I work nights, babysitting the equipment and working on what comes in during the wee hours. For the most part, I like it. It’s quiet and I get a chance to play around with new techniques and do a bit of programming. There’s only one problem, Detective Drew Danvers.
He works nights too. Not because he’s new, because he’s a God-damned vampire. They say he was Changed against his will. But what the hell was he doing picking up a vampire at a bar? I certainly have no intention of fucking a vampire. No matter how damn fuckable Drew is. Yeah, I like men, what of it? And Drew is a fine specimen of a man, like some Viking warrior. He’s at least 6’3” with sculpted arms and pecs that make him look like he could lift a truck one-handed. Considering he’s a vamp, he probably can.
Getting involved with Drew would be stupid on too many levels to count. And I’m finished with making stupid decisions. So why does my body want so desperately to be impaled on him – his cock, his fangs, anything he’d like to stick in me. Natalie’s right, my dick really doesn’t communicate with my brain. I don’t just want to fuck him, I want to be taken by him, and I never want that. Like I said, I have control issues. But with Drew . . . No, there’s never going to be anything with Drew.
I hear the buzz that signals someone entering the lab. I glance around from behind the mass spec machine. Shit! Speak of the devil or in this case his undead minion.
My pride will not let me hide even though I want to. I’m not afraid of him, even if I should be. I’m just afraid my unruly cock will give away my interest.
His gaze slides up and down my body. He’s looked at me like this before. But I have never been sure whether it’s sexual interest or him salivating over me like I’m a piece of the lush chocolate cake my grandma used to make on Sundays. “You alone in here, Fleetfoot?”
Shit, maybe he does mean to make a meal out of me. No point in lying though. He probably already knows the answer. Aren’t vampires supposed to be damn near omnipotent? “Newton called in sick, and everyone else is out in the field.
“Good.” Danvers smiles, still eyeing me like I’m prey. If I was in deer form I’d bolt, white tail flagging danger. But I’m a man and his ice blue gaze has me glued to the spot. God above, he’s gorgeous when he smiles. My cock is starting to get uncomfortable in my jeans.
My heart pounds as I try to interpret his response. Does he mean “good I’m going to give you to the best fuck of your life” or “good I’m going to drain your blood and leave you for dead”.
You can learn more about Silvia at her website and blog (http://silviaviolet.com) or chat with her on Facebook (http://facebook.com/silvia.violet)