The winner of the 5GC and a book from my backlist is
*drum roll*
Lady Unwritten!
Big congrats
And the winner of the grand prize was Shirley Ann
Thanks to everyone who commented!
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Friday, April 25, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Book Cover Reveal Silvia Violet
Book Name: If Wishes Were Horses
Author Name: Silvia Violet
Author Bio: Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary, sci fi, and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully delicious treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading to her incorrigible offspring.
Author Links:
Website: http://silviaviolet.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/silvia.violet
Twitter: http://twitter.com/Silvia_Violet
Goodreads page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21899380-if-wishes-were-horses
Book page on my website (with excerpt): http://silviaviolet.com/book/if-wishes-were-horses/
Twitter: @Silvia_Violet
Cover Artist: LC Chase
Publisher: Self-Published
Blurb(s):
Kenneth Carver had everything growing up except warmth and acceptance. When protecting his family’s name became more than he could bear, he came out as gay, sold his company, and bought a horse ranch.
Andrew Wofford's last undercover assignment nearly cost him his sanity. Now he has another chance of catching the drug runner who killed one of his informants and then escaped, but gruesome flashbacks threaten his ability to function in the field.
Andy’s latest investigation sends him to Ken’s ranch where he poses as a ranch hand. Ken is a prime suspect, but Andy refuses to believe Ken is guilty, in part because Andy is falling for him. Ken knows Andy isn’t who he seems, but he can’t bring himself to push the man away. When Ken hears rumors that someone is using his land to move drugs out of the city, he worries that it’s Andy. Neither man can trust the other even though that’s exactly what their hearts tell them to do.
Excerpts (if needed): (See Silvia’s website)
Tour Dates: April 24th, 2014
Tour Stops:
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Sunday, April 20, 2014
Spring Fling Blog Hop Hosted by Hennessee Andrews - CONTEST
On the right is a picture I selected to represent the new love. Perhaps this is a new couple sleeping together for the first time and they're taking their first trip together in the spring.
I'd say it's pretty romantic. Maybe they rented this camper to go fishing together or just drive somewhere for a long relaxing weekend. Whatever the case, spring to me means new beginnings and heres to this couple as they start a new relationship together.
CONTEST: For this special occasion, lets do a giveaway. I'll do a book from my backlist and a 5GC from Amazon to a lucky commenter. Good luck and check out my latest book below.
Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.
To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.
Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.
Kajika stepped out of the tub, grabbing
the towel nearby to dry off. He’d been looking forward to spending the night
and the early part of the day with his man, but duty called, causing Frankie to
run out the door without saying anything more than ‘I’m gone’ and ‘I love you’.
Damn
job.
Sometimes Kajika wished Frankie worked a
nine to five instead of the dreaded detective position he held at the police
station. They hadn’t had much time with the workload being so large due to shortage
of staff, and it affected their relationship more than Kajika would’ve liked. At
first he thought he could handle it; the excitement of his hot homicide
detective out in the streets solving murders. Such a dangerous career but with
it came nice money and accolades. Although Kajika was scared to death of blood
and dead bodies, he loved hearing about some of Frankie’s cases, including the
more intriguing ones that had yet to be solved. Tonight though, he would’ve
traded all that in for his Frankie to be by his side.
In
bed with me, where he should be.
Kajika finished wiping down and wrapped
himself in his terry cloth robe to get ready for bed. He’d thought about
staying up and watching some television, hoping that Frankie might return
sooner than later, but he knew the truth. When called in, detectives don’t make
it back home within a couple of hours. More like a few hours, or even half the
day, would pass before he’d see his man again. As long as he came home safe,
Kajika would deal with the amount of hours he spent away from their warm bed in
Kenner, Louisiana.
On the way to the bedroom, Kajika
wrapped his hair in the towel, drying his long strands. He glanced at the clock
on the wall and grimaced when he noticed the big and small hand hovering over the
two.
“Shit. Now I know I won’t see you until
breakfast.” Kajika clicked his teeth and stomped on the trail of rose petals,
angered by their night being interrupted. He pushed their bedroom door closed
and leaned against the wood. “Damnit. We haven’t done a whole lot other than
late night cuddling, quickies in the bathroom or on the kitchen floor. I need
more than that, Frankie…I need−”
A long buzz sounded from the dresser,
and Kajika moved quickly to see who was calling.
Frankie.
Frankie, or at least Kajika hoped it was,
calling him with the news he’d be returning home sooner than expected. Although
farfetched, Kajika could still wish his husband to be back early. He gulped
hard and said a little prayer before clicking the connect button. “Hello?”
Silence then a sigh. “Babe, it’s me… I…
I got some real bad news to tell you, sweetheart, but I’d rather you hear it
from me as opposed to anyone else.”
Kajika released a deep breath and
shrugged. “Are you okay, love? Something bothering−”
“Naw, I’m good, boo, but−” Frankie
stopped a moment and blew hard through the phone.
Kajika plopped on the bed and crossed
his legs, wondering what the heck his man was talking about. Bad news? What could it possibly be? Kajika
nibbled on his bottom lip while he toyed with the frayed threads on his
housecoat. “What is it, lover?”
“Babe, the murder I got called in for
was…” Frankie ceased speaking again and sounded a little choked up about it.
Kajika held his breath and blinked twice
in succession. “Who Frankie? Come on, just spit it out, right…who…”
“Lana Miles, babe. Lana’s been strangled
to death.” Frankie spoke quickly to get the words out.
Kajika stared straight ahead, and his heart
caught in his chest. Oh my God!* * * *
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Saturday, March 29, 2014
Welcome Julie Lynn Hayes
Thanks for having me on your blog! Today I’d like to tell
you about my newest release from Dreamspinner Press. Yes, He’s My Ex is a
screwball comedy about Sonny and Tim, two fairly ordinary guys who have rather
un-ordinary things happen to them. They’re not together. But Sonny tends to
forget that, and then... well, I hope you enjoy it!
Blurb:
Sometimes Sonny Scrignoli forgets he’s Tim Mansfield’s ex. He waltzes in and out of Tim’s apartment like he still lives there, driving Tim crazy. Is it really so hard to remember they’ve broken up? Then again, maybe Tim should quit having sex with him. When Sonny disappears for two weeks, Tim can’t help but be concerned. A strange phone call and a mysterious cry for help leads Tim on a desperate search for his ex.
Sonny’s in big trouble, and it’s Tim to the rescue! He’s the only one who can save his ex from a fate worse than death. Bumbling gangsters, a thick-headed former boyfriend, and secretive FBI agents lead Tim and Sonny on a merry chase full of laughs and quirks.
Excerpt:
Sonny’s real name is Mario, but he’s been called
Sonny since he was a small bambino, as his mother puts it, so Sonny it is. Sonny
stands almost six foot tall in his bare feet, which are surprisingly small for a
man, almost dainty. He has chocolate brown hair that grows thick but not long, and
generally looks tousled; blue eyes so dark that sometimes they look purple in the
proper light, framed behind silver wire spectacles; a generous nose and wide sweet
lips which have been known to give the most amazing head this side of anywhere.
Put that with the body of an Adonis, and you have Sonny.
I had
Sonny, but not anymore. He seems not to realize that, though. At least not most
of the time. Hence the part where I see him more often than should be considered
normal for someone who’s my ex. Which is where I began.
Sometimes I think he forgets that he has indeed
attained that past participle ex-boyfriend status. Granted, it’s only been six months.
His mother tells me he just needs time to adjust, please don’t be too hard on her
boy. Yes, I still see her too. On a rather regular basis, in fact. Hard not to,
when she’s my mother’s best friend. Lucky me. Lia’s a nice lady, I love her to death.
But she has this deep-seated belief that Sonny and I are going to get back together
again, a belief he seems to share. Along with my mother. And most of our friends.
No one seems to listen to me when I say snowballs
rolling along the floor of Hell have a better chance of survival than our relationship.
Least of all Sonny. I guess that’s why he keeps coming over here, because in some
strange deranged naïve corner of his mind, there’s still an us, and he isn’t an
ex. So he wanders over whenever he wants. Sometimes he calls, sometimes he doesn’t.
Today he called.
Sometimes I just get tired of telling him no. Some
days I don’t even get that far. Today, I didn’t want to waste my breath, so I just
said, “Fine. As long as you promise to behave.”
By behave, I mean quit assuming we’re going to have
sex. Even if sometimes we do. I know, I know, he’s my ex, right?
Sometimes I just don’t know where to draw that fine
line, I think. No wonder the boy’s confused.
Meet the author:
Julie Lynn Hayes was
reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be
a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty
years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for
introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured
her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never
dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love
and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever
after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books
and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such
as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook.
While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories
and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family
thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's
own drummer is a good thing, after all.
Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Amber Quill
Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books, and coming soon
to Wayward Ink Publishing and Prizm Publishing. She has also begun to
self-publish and is an editor at MuseitUp.
You can find her on
her blog at http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com, and you can contact
her at tothemax.wolf@gmail.com.
My links:
Twitter @Shelley_runyon
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/julie.l.hayes.7?ref=tn_tnmn
Dreamspinner buy link:
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4845
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Saturday Sips - Mon Frere Facing Our Fears
Ryland and Ryder are in danger…
Celebrating their 298th birthday, the Durand brothers are still at an impasse over their third, Dale Mooney, and the cause of their maker Gren DuMont’s death. As they battle personality clashes, Ryland and Ryder set out to slay Gren’s killer as well as conquer their own fears; Ryder’s fear of losing Ryland to Dale and Ryland’s fear of the unknown lurking around their safe haven in New Orleans.
With little help from the demon Valios, the twins travel to Paris to meet the murderer face to face but will their own insecurities impede their goal of slaying the killer? At this point they only have each other to rely on and the fate of all vampires lies in their hands.
“Happy birthday, dear Ryland and Ryder! Happy
birthday to you! Yay!” Dale, Kajika, and Waylon sang the dreaded song for the
twins to celebrate their two hundredth and ninety-eighth year on earth.
Although this was a joyous occasion, Ryder could think of a million other
places he wanted to be.
My
brother doesn’t love me anymore.
Ryder sighed inwardly and thought about
the moment he and his brother had alone a little while ago. Everything was
perfect. They were at the club, inside the office, alone, just the two of them,
as it had always been. Ryder asked for Ryland to let him drink from him while
they made love. Not fucked but made love. No one would satisfy him as much as
Ryland could despite anything anyone had tried to throw at him. Everyone,
including the luscious Kyla, tried to tempt him into bed, but like Ryland, he had
a conscience. A fucking conscience to tell him no, don’t fucking be with anyone
other than your brother and Dale. Why? Why the hell should Ryder care so much
when his brother didn’t give him the same regard? Ryder bristled at the thought of turning down
all those offers to have mindless sex with others while Ryland got his fill of
the human.
Damnit.
Ryder clicked his teeth and glared at
Ryland who shared a kiss with Dale. Of course he wouldn’t kiss him in front of
Kajika. Their nephew had no knowledge of their relationship.
“Happy birthday, brother. Mon frère!” Ryland gently kissed the
side of Ryder’s head. “I am thrilled we made it to this point.”
“So am I.” Ryder shrugged his shoulders
and got up from the table, wanting to get away from the party. He wasn’t in the
mood to celebrate anything right now.
“Unc, what’s wrong, huh? Would you like
a little cake? I know you don’t really eat this, but… I was hoping you and Unc
Ry would for your party.”
Ryder shook his head. “No thanks,
Kajika. I’m good.” Ryder walked to the window, aching to go outside and hunt
for food, but he knew Ryland would be upset if he did. It was the perfect time
to do so too; a perfectly clear night and cool air, meaning there were plenty
of good tasting humans walking around to prey on in the Quarter.
After all, it was almost the end of
summer festival season. Many tourists were still in town, getting drunk at wild
parties, not caring about their welfare. Ryder loved to prey on them because in
his mind, if they were too stupid to pay attention, they didn’t deserve to
live.
“Mhmm, Ryder, come have a little,
please? It is actually very good. Kaj made sure the color was similar to blood,
and it isn’t overly sweet. You must try a little, my dear brother. It’s our
party, Ryder. Come enjoy yourself.”
Ryder only shook his head and kept
looking at the moon, wishing he was outside. Despite the happy time this was
for him and Ryland, he refused to be part of this celebration after Ryland
rejected him earlier. His eyes narrowed, looking out the glass at the bright
full moon in the sky. “Ah, Gren, wherever you are, I wish I was there with you
right now.”
* * * *
Ryland shook his head and stopped eating
the small piece of cake his nephew had given him. Suddenly, he’d lost his
appetite for human food and set the dish down on the table. “I’ve had enough,
Kajika. Thank you very much.”
Kajika nodded and hugged Ryland. “You
sure, Unc? Are you all right? And what’s wrong with Ryder? Did something happen
between the two of you earlier?”
Ryland inhaled and twitched his nose.
“No, nephew, nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” Ryland softly
stroked Kajika’s hair and pressed his lips to his temple. “Why don’t you go and
talk with Waylon a little bit, hmm, and send Dale back over here. There’s something
I want to ask him.”
Kajika flashed him a smile and did as
Ryland asked.
Ryland watched Kajika with interest,
hoping he didn’t read too much into his brother’s poor attitude and lack of hospitality.
It was hard enough to keep things from Kajika and Dale without Ryder acting
like a spoiled brat.
Ryder,
you need to stop acting like a petulant child! You’re making me angry, and you
felt a taste of my wrath earlier tonight. Don’t push me anymore, mon frère.
Don’t fucking test me on our birthday!
Ryland closed his eyes tight, sending
the message to his brother across the room. When he opened his eyes, he noticed
Ryder look back at him with a slightly startled expression but then he looked back
out the window. Obviously Ryland’s threats didn’t concern him all that much.
“Yeah, babe, what’s up? Ready to have
our own little party, hmm? I mean, I’m enjoying hanging out with Kajika and my
older brother, but I want you so badly tonight.” Dale wrapped both arms around
Ryland’s waist and pulled him close.
Dale’s touches caused a tent in Ryland’s
tight leathers. He sighed inwardly. “Just tonight?” Ryland elbowed him in the
chest and flashed him a wicked smile. “Lover, we need to ask Kajika and Waylon
to leave. I have a very upset twin over there that needs our attention. He’s
acting like a spoiled brat, but I need to at least attempt to make him feel
better.”
Dale glanced in that direction before
turning Ryland around to face him. “Oh, yeah? You mean…”
“Yes, that, love. I refuse to allow him
to be the gloom and doom of our birthday celebration. And actually, I might
need to have a little alone time before you come with us. Is that all right?”
Dale’s smile turned down, and he dropped
his gaze. “Aw, shucks, sugar, I suppose. I mean, I know you guys are brothers
and all, but even if I don’t participate at first I’d like to watch, you know?
It’s hot seeing the two of you together.”
Ryland stroked the side of his face and
planted a firm kiss on his lips. “I would agree that it is, but I believe he
needs a little brotherly nurturing first. He thinks I don’t love him anymore. I
need to settle his fears before he goes out amongst the masses and kills
everyone in his path. He can get that way, you know. I’m saving the world
heartache by reeling in his energy and allowing him to unleash it all on me.”
Dale looked sheepish, disappointed. “Oh
damn, man. All right. I’ll wait in the other room or something. You wanna say
bye to Kajika and Waylon right now then?”
Ryland sighed and kissed his lover once
again. He really hated disappointing Dale, but his brother’s mood bothered him
a lot more. He’d read things from his mind and heart that needed urgent
attention, and that meant leaving his lover alone for a while. Ryland leaned
his head against Dale’s and caressed his chin. “Yes, Dale, let’s do that. The
quicker we can say goodnight, the faster I can get to my twin and make him
happy.”
Friday, March 7, 2014
4 Star review for Mon Frere, My True Love
4 star review from MM Good Book reviews.
Very stoked about the twins getting so much attention
http://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/2014/03/06/mon-frere-my-true-love-by-michael-mandrake
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Great review of I Like Em Pretty
Great review of ILEP from
MM Good Book Reviews
http://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/2014/03/04/i-like-em-pretty-by-michael-mandrake/
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
First Review for I Love it Rough
I'm very excited to show off the first review of I Love it Rough
Please read it here
http://headouttheoven.blogspot.com/2014/02/review-i-love-it-rough-by-michael.html
Monday, February 24, 2014
Frankie Choteau Character Interview
Blogtour stop number three is at the Wednesday Briefs site
http://wedbriefsfic.com/2014/02/24/i-love-it-rough-blogtour-stop-3-michael-mandrake/
Today I'm interviewing Frankie Choteau
Monday, February 17, 2014
RELEASE DAY - I Love it Rough N'awlins Exotica Book Two
Happy release day to me
I Love it Rough is now available
Here are the links
Also, take advantage of the reduced price of I Like Em Pretty today through Sunday
Thanks to Sara York for the cover, Elicia Stoll for awesome editing and
Adriana, Eloreen, and Petronella for being very helpful betas!
Friday, February 14, 2014
Power of Gay Love Bloghop - CONTEST
My
topic is the appeal of twin love or twincest which derives from the word incest.
Yeah I know, you think it’s yucky. Sex between family members is totally taboo.
I used to think this and actually some of the “cest” still doesn’t do it for me
but it’s something about twins, especially twin men that makes it hot as hell.
Why?
Two men who look exactly alike in most cases and they’re making love to one another.
It’s like having sex with yourself with a mirror nearby. *giggles* Yes that’s
how I view it. Not that long ago, I didn’t see myself actually writing it but
then, a reader came to me and requested a story. You might know her, Judie S,
who is also known as Honey Bunny. At times she does promo for several authors
and when I started writing as Michael Mandrake almost 3 years ago, she put a
request in the comments on my blog to write a twincest story. I was really
flattered that someone was reading my freebie and asking me to write a story,
then I said, twincest? OMG, how can I do that? I worried about how I’d do it
and what kind of story. Most of all, I was challenging my own moralities sort
of speak because I’d always been taught any kind of incest is wrong. But if
we totally went by the “book” then every erotica book would be banished right?
Seems that way with how retailers are going after erotica authors but that’s
another topic for another day.
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| Mon Frere #1 |
Going
back to my point, it took me awhile to get around to it. Not only because of my
own fears but also the books I was working on. Michael was pretty prolific when
I first started writing under him. Now, he fades back in the shadows and waits
his turn but when me and the muse discussed doing an erotica story, he jumped
at the chance. Although he is usually the least “sexual” muse, he loved the
idea of tapping into a taboo fantasy of twin brothers in love. And when we
finally talked to Judie, Ryland and Ryder Durand were born. Twin vamps who are
identical but with different personalities. Ryland is the more conservative,
stuffy, and timid character while Ryder is ragged, bold, and fearless. In the
story, you can clearly tell by their speech and their dress how different they
are. I’m sure this happens in real life too and being immortal is what makes
them special.
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| Mon Frere #3 |
So
what is the appeal? Love between brothers, hot scorching love and sex. The vampire
thing makes it easy too and even though they aren’t human, they wrestle with
the fact it isn’t accepted but hey, it happens in books and in real life. I
wanted to bring that reality to my tale and I hope I succeeded. Ryland and
Ryder are on their fourth book with one more to go. And thanks to Judie as well as awesome authors like
Lee Brazil and Sage Whistler, I was able to do this series with confidence.
So,
if you’re into erotica, any kind, don’t dismiss some subgenres quickly just
because it seems yucky. I’ve read
some other “cests” since then and I enjoyed a few. I learned to expand my mind
as a reader and author, and because of that, I created a story I’m very proud
of.
What
about you? What are some of the taboos in fiction you’ll never touch? Is
twincest one of them and if so, tell me why. Thanks for listening.
Once again, Sara York has created an awesome cover.
Mon Frere: Facing Our Fears should be released in the next couple of weeks.
To check out a preview, please click this link
And if you haven't read the series, please buy them from ARe and Smashwords. Amazon has banned two of the books, #1 and #3. #2 is still up but you must read all three to follow the series!
CONTEST ALERT Alright then. I do have a contest. A randomly picked commenter wins 10 ARe bucks and all 4 ebooks in the Ryland and Ryder series. So that means when book four is done in a couple of weeks, you'll be the first to have it. So comment away and good luck!
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Thursday, February 13, 2014
Sale for Valentine's Day Weekend!
Looking for some hot twin love?
At ARe, the twins are free for the weekend until Sunday!
So, if you want to read the story of Ryland and Ryder, they're up for free download for 3 days only
Here is buylink!
Also, I Like Em Pretty is on sale for 50% off!
Go grab them while you can. Only on sale until Sunday night!
Power of Gay Love Bloghop is tomorrow!
The Power of Gay Love Bloghop is TOMORROW
And we're featuring twinlove in the post
I'm also doing a contest so please stop by tomorrow morning for your chance to win 10 ebooks from ARe and all 4 books in the Mon Frere series!
Check out the other awesome authors involved!
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Wednesday Briefs #45 - BLMorticia The Wretched
Greetings readers
I'm letting BL have the Wednesday duties this week
One of the pictures caught her eye
Please follow this link to read her story
Monday, February 10, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Saturday Sips - Mon Frere: Facing Our Fears
Unedited Excerpt
Together
we stand, together we fall. I am your brother always and forever.
Ryland tucked the card on the side of
the bouquet he’d handpicked for their birthday dinner’s adornment and set it in
the center of the table. He inhaled them one last time, enjoying the aroma of
freshly cut, red roses. Now more than ever he enjoyed just the simple pleasure
in life, especially with Dale Mooney at his side. If only his brother would
come around and take pleasure in life as he did.
“Ah, Ryder.” He fluffed out the flowers
some more. “I love you more than life itself. Why not enjoy our man as I have
asked?” Ryland took one more whiff and headed for the kitchen to find his human
lover who was busily preparing food for himself. “Mhmm, Dale what are you
cooking my love? Smells scrumptious.” And it did, despite the fact Ryland had
no need to consume anything mortals ate. Ryland sauntered into the next room,
sliding behind his lover, wrapping his arms around his waist.
“Ohh shi−” Dale flinched at the touch
and laughed, turning his head slightly to the side. He met Ryland’s gaze. “Baby
you gotta cut that out, huh? I’m real ticklish I tell ya. At least wait until I
get away from the oven.”
Dale’s southern accent warmed Ryland’s
cold heart. Gently, he planted a kiss on Dale’s right shoulder. “I’ll do more than just tickle you, lover. That
is a guarantee.”
“Mhmm, and I love when you do, sugah.
Just broiling some fish, babe with a little Cajun rice and veggies. Nothing too
much but, I gotta stay healthy so I can give you all the blood you need.”
Ryland cocked an eyebrow, laying his
head on the back of Dale’s neck. He sucked in a breath, enjoying Dale’s manly
scent. Ryland winced, feeling his cock tent in his trousers and immediately, he
stepped back, cursing under his breath about his desires. As much as he wanted
to take his lover up on the offer he wasn’t sure he could control himself.
What
if I turn him before his ready?
Ryland couldn’t bear to think of the
consequences. The last thing he wanted was to take a chance on losing Dale
again.
“Ry?” Dale spun around and threw the
mitts on the neighboring side counter. His wild blue eyes peered into Ryland. “What’s
wrong babe? I was feeling good with your cold body against my back, you know?”
Dale flashed a smirky smile and held out his hands. “Come on back, babe. Wanna
feel ya against me some more.”
Ryland returned the grin but didn’t move.
“What am I your personal air cooling unit?” He chuckled and folded his arms
over his chest. “I knew you only wanted me for that, I just knew it,” he
chided. “And your own bodyguard so no one will hurt or rob you.”
Dale laughed and ran his slim fingers
through his brown locks. “Ah shut it, Ry. You know I want you for way more than that. And like I said, you
need me too so you won’t go killing folks as much anymore.”
Ryland’s smile once again faded and he
nibbled on his bottom lip until it hurt. He loved that Dale was concerned about
him but it still didn’t quell his fear of turning him too soon. “Sweetheart, I
know what you said about me feeding on you but, I…I’m not sure I can control
that yet. I might turn you…”
“So?” Dale stepped closer and cradled
Ryland in his arms, planting a light kiss on Ryland’s lips. “I want that babe.
We been seeing one another like three months now, going on four. I mean, don’t
you want me to be your eternal lover? No doubt, I wanna be yours.” Dale stroked
Ryland’s hair, twirling the strays around his fingertips. “Don’t tell me you’re
changing your mind.”
Ryland closed his eyes, loving the feel
of Dale’s hands in his hair and underneath his shirt, caressing his cold flesh.
“Of course not, lover. I just refuse to turn you before it’s time. I don’t want
it to be a situation where I need to or it is done in the heat of passion…at
least not without your consent.”
“But you have it, Ry.” Dale cut him off
with another kiss, forcing his tongue deep inside Ryland’s mouth. He shoved his
hands down the back of Ryland’s pants, tightly squeezing his buttocks.
“Mmph.” Ryland relaxed into Dale’s
embrace and grabbed onto his back through the denim shirt. His tongue tangled
with Dale’s, causing Ryland to become dizzy with lust. “You are my drug, you
know that? I cannot resist you even if I tried.”
“And why would you want to?” Dale
squeezed Ryland’s sides and moved his hands from inside Ryland’s pants.
“Besides, I feel the same about you, babe. And by the way, when am I moving in?
I mean, I love my older brother but he’s starting to wear on my nerves lately,
my man.”
Ryland wrapped his arms around Dale’s
neck and leaned his forehead against Dale’s. “Soon. I need to make sure Ryder
is perfectly okay with you taking residence here and that it is safe to do so.
We have something to take care of first.”
Dale stepped back and cocked an eyebrow.
“What sugar? Damn man, why don’t you just tell me, hmm? I mean, I’m fully aware
of just about every damn thing about you so tell me about the danger Ryder was
talking about.”
Ryland sighed and moved away from Dale
once again. Immediately he felt the loss of Dale’s warm body. “Lover, I want to
be open with you but, I feel I need to keep this part secret. I don’t want you
walking around, scared or cause you to run away.”
Dale caught Ryland’s hand and pulled him
in. “Babe, I told ya, nothing’s gonna make me run again, you hear? Now,
whatever is wrong we’re gonna fight it together, all three of us. And as far as
that brother of yours, he just needs to spend more time with us that’s all. I
mean, when we all made love together, I swear…” Dale smiled wickedly and
gripped Ryland’s sides. “I ain’t never seen or felt anything like that in my
life. I’m looking forward to being with both of you even though, in reality
you’re all I need.”
Ryland nodded and allowed himself to
fall in Dale’s clutches once again. He desperately wished there was a way to tell
Dale about the soul sucker demon running around, waiting to strike them down at
any moment but there was some things his mortal didn’t need to know.
And how did Dale know about any danger
unless he overheard them talking about it or if Ryder mentioned something to
him?
Despite Dale’s advances and sweet talk,
Ryland wouldn’t give in or hand Dale any keys to the mansion just yet until the
demon had been slayed.
He would never forgive himself if he
lost Dale because of his need to turn him or the soul sucker’s desire to defeat
him and his brother.
Hope you enjoyed. I'm anxiously awaiting the cover art and in the meantime its going to the betas. Look for it towards the end of February.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Wednesday Briefs #44 - Sire and Justice
Greetings folks.
Sire and Justice are really building a story here.
I hope you are enjoying it!
Today's prompt is a character crying.
Character
Crying
“Mmph.” Justice held onto his lover as if
his life depended on it. He sighed deeply, trying to hold back the tears
starting to fall from his eyelids. He’d done it. Justice made himself relevant in
Sire’s life and all he needed to do now was convince his Sire to make that next
step. Though Sire seemed to be backtracking on the agreement they’d made months
ago, Justice was still happy at how much progress they’d made in this short
time period.
Sire’s azure eyes met Justice’ gaze. He kissed
him lightly on the lips. “What’s wrong, lover? Why the tears?” Sire gently brushed
his calloused hand against Justice’ face. “I thought you’d be happy to be with
me long term.”
Justice sniffed and chuckled through the
moisture pouring form his eyelids. He moistened his lips and gulped hard. His
mouth felt like sandpaper. “Oh, of course I am Sire. I’m just in shock. I mean−”
Justice straightened himself on Sire’s lap and laid his head onto Sire’s. “I’ve
been wondering if you’d ever acknowledge the way we feel about one another, I
mean, I know you loved your wife and all and um.” Justice stopped himself a
moment to make sure the thought he was trying to convey didn’t come across all
wrong. “I didn’t want to try replacing her, I just wanted to be important to
you.”
“And you are.” Sire lifted Justice’ chin
and placed small pecks on the trail of tears. “You are very special to me. You’ll never replace anything I had with
Tawnya. What we have is unique and beautiful. I love you just the same but I’m
treating the two loves as very different situations. Tawyna was my life partner
as a young man and now I have you as an older man. I would consider myself very
lucky to have fallen in love with two very lovely people.” Sire ran his hands
over Justice’ silk shirt, tracing the ruffles one by one. “You’re my partner,
my helper, my confidant. You’re my man, Justice. With this bracelet it means we’re
committed and like I said, it doesn’t mean that we aren’t going to make that
next step, I only want you to realize how D/s isn’t the whole thing in our
relationship. It’s only part of it. It’s an enhancement.”
Justice nodded and dropped his head,
somewhat disappointed in Sire’s answer. Didn’t Sire realize that Justice craved for the D/s to be more than just part of their commitment?
He wanted to live it to its fullest. He desired for his Sire to test his
abilities, push him to the limits, take him to new heights that he knew only
Sire could take him in. Going to the munches weren’t just entertainment for him,
they were a learning experience. He wished Sire would take a more active role
in showing him the importance of discipline and authority then coat it with
love. It wasn’t a game to him it was part of what he wanted out of their life
together.
I
hope he sees where I’m coming from.
“Justice? Do you feel better now, love?”
Sire raised his bushy eyebrows and curled his arms around Justice’ waist. “Do
you understand what I’m trying to say?”
Justice reciprocated the small kiss Sire
gave him and rested his hands on his old man’s broad shoulders. He enjoyed that
deep voice with the British accent asking him how he was feeling and being all
nice but not as much as the tough talk laced with expletives that Sire used
when he wanted something right then. It was more than just the way he said it
but how he showed his anger if things weren’t done just so. Until Sire, Justice
had never known this side of him that wanted to be spanked, bound, and forced
to wait to climax. He’d always looked for a more mature man to love him and
Sire was that man who introduced him to a world he never thought he’d take so
much pleasure in.
Recalling the first couple of nights they
played, Justice sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He softly ran his hand over
Sire’s face and kissed the tip of his nose. “I do, Sire, I just want you to
realize how important all this is to me and how I look forward to it being a bigger part of our lives.” And he did
even if it meant doing something wrong on purpose just to see his personal
drill sergeant in action.
Justice felt he was never cut out for
military life since he often thought of himself as a wimp but with Sire as his
lover he could have part of that along with the nurturing lover he’d always been
searching for.
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Hope you enjoyed here are the other authors playing this week
JC Wallace
A.R. Von
Grace Duncan
Shelly Schulz
Sarah Hayes
MA Church
Chris T. Kat
Tali Spencer
Victoria Adams
Cia Nordwell
Nephylim
Rob Colton
Elyzabeth VaLey
Lily Velden
Raine O’Tierney
Andrew Q. Gordon
Julie Lynn Hayes
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