Shar just uploaded Mon Frere
Here are the links.
I'll share a snippet for Saturday Sips
and thanks again to Sara York for the cover
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Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Welcome MA Church!
Good morning. Its been a while since I had guests. Please welcome MA Church to the party.
Jase Taylor’s auto repair shop and the BDSM club, Wrapped Up, keep him busy while he waits for Mr. Right, instead of Mr. Right Now. He’s a Dom, but playing with the club’s submissives isn’t providing the usual stress release. After a day from hell, he deserves a good meal at his favorite steak house.
Toshi and Jase find a mix-up with their reservations: a table for Baylor, not Taylor. When Toshi invites Jase to dine with him, they discover a mutual affection for leather and a shared belief that trust must be earned.
Before they can explore their common interests, Toshi suffers a series of attacks by vandals. Jase’s protective instincts kick in, but both wonder if it can lead to anything permanent.
Wrapped in
Leather #5 Love of Leather
Fear can be a potent aphrodisiac.
~ Kele Moon
The distinct smell of leather has
many traits. It can evoke memories of the best moments in life. Scent is a
well-known trigger for memory. Leather can also be soft, yet exciting. Enticing.
The richness of its scent can tease the senses, drawing out primitive reactions.
The smell is alluring, beguiling. The strength of leather, the comfort it
offers by its proximity to the body, can be reassuring, even while shivers erupt
along the skin as it wraps around a wrist, ankle, or neck. Need floods the body
as thick cuffs are secured, triggering that sense of helplessness and
immobility. Leather can excite… being so natural, and again, so very sensual. Warm.
The scent of leather falls
somewhere between masculine and feminine tones. Leather is one of the earliest
notes in perfumery, rooted in the tradition of Gantiers Parfumeurs, a guild of
Parisian glove makers who made leather gloves for the aristocracy. Scents like
oils, musk, ambergris, and civet were used to mask the nauseating smell of dead
animal skin. This re-odorized scent is actually what today describes our notion
of the smell of leather.
~Photo courtesy of Gregory Anton http://rav-photography.com
Many thanks to the model, Ben. J
Release date: January 3rd
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Blurb:
Jase Taylor’s auto repair shop and the BDSM club, Wrapped Up, keep him busy while he waits for Mr. Right, instead of Mr. Right Now. He’s a Dom, but playing with the club’s submissives isn’t providing the usual stress release. After a day from hell, he deserves a good meal at his favorite steak house.
Toshi and Jase find a mix-up with their reservations: a table for Baylor, not Taylor. When Toshi invites Jase to dine with him, they discover a mutual affection for leather and a shared belief that trust must be earned.
Before they can explore their common interests, Toshi suffers a series of attacks by vandals. Jase’s protective instincts kick in, but both wonder if it can lead to anything permanent.
Excerpt:
What a day from hell it’d been.
Toshi glanced through his windshield. Storm clouds, thick with rain, rolled across the heavens, rapidly blocking out the sun in their bid for ownership of the skies. Strong winds battered the car, shrieking viciously as they slammed against the small vehicle. Lightning streaked across the sky. The bolt jumped from cloud to cloud as trees swayed, limbs reaching out in morbid submission to the howling winds.
And it looked like hell wasn’t quite through slinging shit, either.
Boy, the weatherman sure missed the mark for today. A small chance of rain had turned into “going to rain its ass off” at any moment. That was the joy of living in the South—if you didn’t like the weather, just wait a moment and it would change.
“Hold off just a little while longer, just a few minutes longer. Please. I just had my car detailed.”
Toshi exited the interstate, heading toward the less populated area of the city where he lived. As city gave away to country, Toshi checked the skies again. When this hit, it was going to be nasty. Which was fitting—nasty weather for a nasty day. He loved spring, but he didn’t love this kind of weather. Frankly, he was ready for some warmer temperatures—and it was only the middle of March. Guess the kids were lucky Spring Break was last week.
Toshi stopped at his mailbox. He stepped out of his small car and grabbed whatever was inside, not bothering to look. The first splatter of raindrops hit him. He jumped back in his car and slammed the door before the wind could tear it off and hurl it away. Toshi pressed on the gas and hurried down the long drive to his house. The garage door creaked its way up, each passing second bringing the threat of rain closer. Just as he pulled in, the skies opened up and the rain came down with a vengeance.
“Ha! And with seconds to spare.” Toshi turned the car off and gathered his stuff. At least he’d managed to avoid getting his car wet. It was a small victory, but after the day he’d had, he’d take what he could get. Toshi let himself in, mail in hand.
“Junk mail, junk mail, bills… and—oh joy—more bills.”
Toshi threw the stack of mail on the kitchen table, along with his briefcase, and loosened his tie. I’m so glad this day’s over. First, he’d had to rush since he’d overslept—meaning he’d only had one cup of coffee before he left the house, which was never a good thing.
The next crisis involved tracking down his keys, then hurrying to work, only to end up behind someone going ten miles under the speed limit. He arrived at the high school parking lot, parked, and clocked in. He'd hurried to his hall, and the first thing he heard was the wave of noise coming from a classroom… his classroom, as it turned out.
Another teacher was standing in the hall, trying to watch his class and hers until he arrived. The temptation to turn around and walk right back out of the building was great. He was only thirty minutes late, but his students were already climbing the walls. After calming the kids down, he started them on their assigned reading and finally managed to sit—only to knock his coffee over some papers he had yet to grade.
That was all before nine in the morning. The day could only get better. Or so he'd thought until another teacher reminded him they had an after-school meeting. He wanted to scream. The meeting, of course, lasted much longer than needed.
Now he was standing in his kitchen trying to figure out what to cook for dinner. Nothing looked good, and he was tired, dammit. Gods, would this day never end?
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Tuesday, June 18, 2013
RELEASE DAY Mon Amour, Forever More
Release Day for Mon Amour, Forever More!
Blurb: Identical twins, Ryland and Ryder Durand have consummated their relationship but jealousy and concern about their personality clashes have brought problems to their seemingly perfect union. Will the brothers stay together despite the challenges?
Monday, February 18, 2013
Only THAT Night Antho RELEASED!
After returning from NOLA, Only THAT Night anthology has been released.
Only THAT Night Anthology is a collection of short m/m stories by the Triad of BLMorticia, Rawiya, and Michael Mandrake that will be converted to full sized novellas at a later date.
Overall Blurb: Fate has given you one night with someone from your past, giving you a chance at relationships, but as with everything else there is no guarantee of happiness.
One Helluva First Date Blurb: Bobby Leslie has returned home to Amarillo only to meet up with the man he’s loved for over a decade, Cade Spencer. Their first meeting isn’t exactly what either of them had in mind.
Demon Be Mine Blurb: Valios, the soul catcher demon, is searching for his longtime companion and meets him at his club that same evening. This someone isn’t a complete stranger. What will happen when he finds out who his newfound friend is?
Unforgettable Valentine Blurb: Rhett Vorhees is looking for a date just to enjoy Valentine’s day with and instead gets a lot more than what he’s bargaining for.
Monday, December 31, 2012
The Year in Review and onto 2013!
Hi there!
It was a wonderful year for the muses and I. I...ahem, I mean, we can't thank you enough.
14 new books were released this year and the threesome appeared in 10 anthologies.
460, 221 words of fiction were written and countless blog appearances and promo in 2012!
What's to come in 2013?
The goal for me and the muses is 500k in the year, 10 50k novels contracted in 2013, 3 of which will probably be self pubbed.
At the moment, we have 4 series going on...
Under the Gun
Metalrotica
Nola Series
Something New on the Menu
We plan to do a baseball series in April with a book to come out in April, May, June and then a BDSM series called Safe.
There are also sequels planned for Losing My Inhibitions, Smooth Like Latte, Sugar Daddy, Candyman, and Vertigo. You Don't Ask will be revised and re-released under Triad Literary at the end of the year.
There are also free stories and single ebooks planned so just stay tuned to the Literary Triad page.
Thanks to all the readers for supporting me... ahem... us and have a safe new year and good luck in 2013!
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Thursday Spotlight Nikki Prince
How long have you been writing?
I’ve
been writing off and on since the age of 12.
I got really serious about it again last year 2011 and then in the
middle of that year got a bit discouraged and restarted again in March of 2012
when I got my first contract for a book that I co-wrote with friend and fellow
author Bella Rosso called Hot For the Teacher.
That book just came out November 29, 2012.
When did you decide that writing erotic
fiction was for you? When
my tastes turned from closed door sex to wanting to know all. J
Are you comfortable with writing the sex
scenes? I love writing sex
scenes so I’m not in the least uncomfortable doing them.
Is there anything that inspires you to
do these? Other books, porn…*grins*
What is the maximum heat level in your
books? I’m hoping
that with each book I bring another level of heat. Demon Tempted is the second book in the
Karmic Lust series and that one is my hottest by far. It will have M/M sex in it, anal and
toys. Each time I write I try to bring
the heat. I will let the reader be the
judge of that.
Do you believe the trend that sweet
romance is now more popular than erotica? Why or why not? I think each genre has its own
niche. There are those who will want to
read both, or one or the other. I don’t
think either will truly die out.
Do you think it means that people are
tired of just in your face erotica?
Do
you write for the love or the money or both?
I write for the love of writing.
Don’t get me wrong the royalty checks will be great. But I really write because I love it and I
want others to enjoy the stories that have been screaming to come out.
Would you ever consider doing erotica or
even jumping to m/m or f/f? Oh
yes I’m considering it and like I said above I dabbled in M/M in my story Demon
Tempted.
As an author, do you feel it’s important
to be part of the national writer organizations like RWA? It is for me. I joined in April of this year and I love
it. In fact next year I will be
co-programs director for my local chapter OCC/RWA. I love being able to talk to others who know
what I’m talking about when I mention my muse or my characters talking to
me. Other romance writers get “me.” It may not be for everyone, but I love it and
I recommend it.
Recently, an author went after a blogger
for a two star review. How would you have handled that and what is your stance
on authors answering their critiques. My
stance is this; I won’t ever disrespect someone else about their opinion on my
book(s). I may not like what they say,
but as my grandmother always said, “Opinions are like belly buttons everyone
has one.” There is no way everyone will
like what I’ve written. No matter how
much I would love them to. But my stance
is let them have their say and keep on writing.
Tell us a little about your latest
projects and what books you have coming out next. I’m pleased to say that my NaNo
project Demon Tempted got picked up by Evernight Publishing. As I said above it is the second book in the
Karmic Lust series. It’s great because
this is the longest book I’ve written to date. 50k. I’m working on several other pieces.
What advice do you have for writers to
be or those new to the industry? Never
stop, keep going no matter what happens and follow your dream. Also remember you can’t trust everyone with
your baby (writing, MS).
What promotional methods work best for
you? Blogging, blog hops, word of mouth, Facebook and Twitter.
Where can we find you?
Http://www.nikkiprince.blogspot.com
twitter:@authornprince
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorNikkiPrince
http://www.goodreads.com/AuthorNikkiPrince
Http://www.nikkiprince.blogspot.com
twitter:@authornprince
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorNikkiPrince
http://www.goodreads.com/AuthorNikkiPrince
Email: NikkiPrince@writeme.com
Boxers or Briefs? Boxer briefs. I love those on a man. So damn sexy.
What celebrity man or woman do you wish
you could have but can’t? I
love Oded Fehr. I love his look most
especially when he had his long hair in Deuce Bigalow and the Mummy movies as
the Magi.
The character in one of your books that
you identify with? In
Mocha Kisses and Hot For the Teacher I can identify with both heroines because
they are both cougars (in relationships with younger men). I myself married a man 11 years younger than
me. So I can identify with Dyani and
Meredith for that reason.
Chocolate or Vanilla? I’m a victim of the Swirl…so I want
both. J
Bubble bath or shower? Shower,
though the occasional bubble bath is nice when I need to unwind.
Lights on or off? Depends on when you mean. Sleeping long as I haven’t watched a scary
movie, lights off. During sex…hell yeah
I want those lights on so I can see everything.
Favorite way to relax. Don’t say write! I’m a gamer. I love to play Call of Duty, The Sims, World
of Warcraft and other games. For those
who play WoW I’m horde all the way. I’ve
played alliance but prefer the bad side.
Blurb:
Alexa Gray has had more than one tragedy strike at Christmas. The thought of moving on makes her feel she's staining the memory of the love she shared with her dead husband and child. Can guardian angel Angelo show her she has more love inside her to give?
Excerpt: ((Be warned its HOT-EROTIC))
He placed her hand at
his pants then released her. She knew what he wanted just with that gesture.
Undoing them, she jerked them down his hips and freed him. Unable to stop
herself, she glanced down and at his cock. God, it was beautiful. He was
beautiful. She knelt before him, taking his cock in her hand and stroked him
slowly.
“Alexa…aren’t I supposed
to be taking you to bed?”
“Yes, but it’s my turn.”
The head of his cock had
a pearly bead of pre-come and she couldn’t resist giving it a swipe of her
tongue. She peered into his eyes as she licked the head of his cock again and
then placed the tip in her mouth, slowly suckling.
He arched into her and
gripped the back of her head. With short and shallow thrusts of his hips, he
slid his cock all the way into her mouth and she moaned around it. She placed
her hands on his thighs, feeling the power there as he fed her his cock. His
taste hit her tongue, and she purred as a swirling hunger hit the pit of her
stomach and went straight to her throbbing clit. Pulling back a bit on his
cock, she licked around the head, swiping underneath with quick little flicks
that produced a growl from him.
She was just getting
started, and he slipped from her mouth. Alexa grumbled in protest, then he
picked her up into his arms and settled on the bed with her in front of him,
face to face. She gazed at him and leaned up to kiss him lightly, before she
lay back against the pillows.
“I guess now you’re
actually taking me to bed.” She winked at him and he chuckled.
“Yes, I guess now that’s
exactly what I’m doing.”
He reached for one of
the condoms they’d left out on the nightstand opened it, donned it, and put the
wrapper on the same nightstand. Turning back to her, he smiled and positioned
himself over her, nudging her legs open with his own. Taking his cock in hand,
he set it at her entrance and thrust forward, seating himself into her fully.
Her breath caught and
she placed her hands on his shoulders, wrapping her legs up high around his
waist. She whimpered as he hit so deep within her she could swear he touched
her cervix.
“Oh!”
Buylink:
Other
works include(they can be found on http://www.Amazon.com
and http://www.Allromanceebooks.com
Mocha
Kisses released July 16, 2012
Demon Mine released September 12, 2012
Demon Mine released September 12, 2012
Cauldron
of Tales Anthology released date October 1, 2012
Hot For the Teacher released November 29, 2012
Milf and Cookies Anthology release date December 15, 2012
Hot For the Teacher released November 29, 2012
Milf and Cookies Anthology release date December 15, 2012
Bio:
Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who's always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn't appropriate. She’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Welcome Vastine Bondurant
Blog Site:
How I got inspired to write this story:
The inspiration for this story came, as usual, out of nowhere…just a name dropped, as seed that turned into a story.
A man at work was sharing a daily story about his late grandfather. For the first time, he mentioned his grandfather’s first name. It was Purler. Well, I love unusual, unique names and this one grabbed my imagination. Somehow it turned into Purlman, and…in search for a nick name, Purly popped into my mind…then, oh, no….it evolved into Purly Gates.
But I needed a story. I spotted a quote by a poet, Robert Brault, that read, Eventually soul mates meet, for they have the same hiding place. Immediately, the beach came into my head. Secluded. A hiding place. And the story grew from there.
Boring, aint’ it? LOL…But for each author, these story births are as explosive and happy to us as actual childbirth.
Blurb:
A lonely stretch of beach becomes a hiding place for two men who, when their paths cross, are determined not to be ships just passing in the night.
Purlman “Purly” Gates—dark, brooding, mysterious, hiding from his past and the hefty price on his head—is hopelessly attracted to the young man who strolls the beach every morning. At the risk of his own exposure and its deadly consequences, Purly succumbs to his desire and sets out to lure the beautiful enigma into his lair.
Lucky Cleary wants the swarthy stranger who watches him from the shadows of the cottage deck, and his morning promenades finally pay off when the man steps out onto the beach and into Lucky’s life in a move to bring their paths together.
But Lucky has a secret as well—a past mistake following close behind him, promising certain death if it catches up with him.
When each man discovers the other’s identity, the truth forms a powerful bond between them and fans the flame of their passion.
But is the meeting of these two lonely souls a beautiful destiny or merely a cruel twist of fate in which their desire is nothing more than the kiss of death for them both?
Excerpt:
Summer, 1930
Purly
Even to take a long draw on his cigarette, Purly didn’t shift his gaze from the scene just beyond the deck.
It should have been nothing unusual, really, just a young man strolling the beach. Except it was remarkable as Purly had been told this stretch of shore was secluded, that all its inhabitants had left long ago.
The object of Purly’s study cupped a hand over his brow and squinted ahead at two white Siberian huskies—almost camouflaged against the sparkling crystal sand—accompanying him.
His whistle brought the exquisite beasts dashing to his side to zip frenzied circles around him and spray the shimmering powder against his calves.
For a week now, this man and his canine companions walked the shore every morning precisely at ten.
And every morning, precisely at ten, warmth—pleasing, agonizing, relentless—radiated from Purly’s belly to his groin at the sight of the beautiful passerby.
To call the fellow beautiful, though, was an understatement. Or was it an exaggeration? Purly couldn’t decide. The young man wasn’t conventionally handsome; in fact, if analyzing his looks in one big picture, he might even fall just south of ordinary. And yet something about him twisted Purly into a huge, sweet aching knot of longing.
A snug black swimming suit molded to the man’s fluid form—to the elegant slope of his shoulders, his long, lean torso and smooth ass. A nice body, not athletic by any means but delicately toned.
But his face. Goddamn, his face. Features too perfectly imperfect to be real. Dark lashes offsetting sleepy, pale green eyes—green like Purly had never seen before. Full lips parting in a near kiss, offering the promise of a dazzling smile and a glimpse of not-so-straight teeth.
Luxurious curls, the color of warm, dark honey crowned his head. As the breeze teased stray locks across his brow, he brushed them back with his fingers.
Yes, Purly concluded, the man could be considered beautiful. And what unusual beauty. Arousing, hypnotic. Yet an odd innocence, only vaguely aware of its own attraction, lurked in those green eyes, in that hinted smile. Angelic, almost.
Attraction for other men was hardly new to Purly but it had only existed until now as a very secret, very tightly capped bottle of potential danger.
He’d always kept company with dames—wining, dining and fucking them—and therefore had no explanation for the lure of men’s bodies or the very private quickening in his gut at how beautiful some of them were. But one thing he did know. The annoying preoccupation did not mean he was queer for he’d never considered acting on the draw of a masculine physique.
Until now…
Into his life walked the first man to ignite the desire to do the forbidden.
Love at first sight belonged only in fairy tales as far as Purly was concerned, so he knew his unexplainable infatuation with this person wasn’t some sort of instantaneous amour. Nonsense. Call it obsession, for maybe it was. But it was not love at first sight or anything resembling it.
Instead of sleeping, he did helplessly drift to erotic imagery of the stranger every night. He did imagine touching him, holding him, burying himself deep inside that gently curved ass. He even sensed the need to protect him. Protect him from what, he hadn’t an inkling, only a strong twist of heart advising him that the young man was vulnerable, very afraid of something.
Yes, the almost-Adonis whose eyes matched the ocean right before a storm did perform a morning promenade every day. Never once, though, did he glance up to meet Purly’s eyes though he surely had to be aware Purly so very intently registered his daily passage
But today, just as he reached the deck, he tilted his regal head, met Purly’s gaze and offered a brushstroke of a smile—so slight, did it even count as smile?—and his lips moved to form one solitary, inaudible word.
That nod and the whisper of a word on the traveler’s lips—only God read what he’d said, for Purly couldn’t—triggered Purly’s pulse into a riotous but luscious sprint.
Careful not to expose his pleasure or the newborn erection developing in his trousers, Purly leaned into the wooden railing and took a drag on his cigarette.
For Christ’s sake, the guy had probably only said hello or morning. And, yes, Purly knew it was silly to allow his libido to go off half-cocked just because of a smile—a barely-there smile at that—and an indecipherable word.
Just as quickly as the man’s smile had appeared, though, it faded.
The dogs had tarried behind to investigate a crab and their master turned to whistle at them, waving them to keep up with him.
The stunning dogs ran ahead then returned to gallop circles around him.
Throwing back his head, the lustrous curls jostling with his movement, the stranger let out a pleasant laugh while playing with his partners. Then he stretched for a moment and continued on the path he’d begun. His legs—those smooth thighs—moved in perfect rhythm like the wheels of a very pretty locomotive.
Once the fellow passed the deck, Purly tossed his cigarette into the sand and gazed as the orange glow slowly sizzled from the tip.
He cast one last glance at the man’s retreating figure then crossed the gritty wood planks to the cottage door. Never, during this entire week, had he lingered to observe the morning stroller’s return path past the deck. Somehow, Purly figured, to still be watching at that point would appear a bit creepy.
The recording on the portable phonograph had finished playing by the time Purly entered the house. He closed the screen door, cranked the handle to start the machine up once more and gingerly placed the needle arm on the spinning disc.
The strains of Haydn’s 101st symphony—warbling and tinny but still pleasing and soothing—filled the small space.
Purly lit a cigarette, sank onto the wrought iron bed and allowed his mind to drift with the music and the cool breeze from the rattling little fan on the windowsill. Soon, though, he found his thoughts had returned to the stranger. How absurd to spend so much time thinking on this person, but what else was there for Purly to do while here on this beach but…think? And he had no control over the path his muse took, did he? Absolutely not.
One thing was certain, though. He wanted—no, needed—to meet the green-eyed being who so curiously intrigued him, who had to do nothing but parade the shore to
touch a match to Purly’s once-dormant lust. Even if it was only to hear a voice from the full lips, then so be it.
Purly would find a way.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
New Cover for Under the Gun
This is just the beginning for my characters too so I hope you like the story. They have a series coming. They're private eyes who live, love, and work together. Two alpha's? How can this work?
Camdyn Hardy is a former cop who has his own private investigator business. Due to a misunderstanding from a client, he gets into an argument with his lover Tay. Right after, they breakup Camdyn is left alone to think about his future as a PI and his love life.
Malik Day was recently discharged under the DADT policy and is looking to get his life on track The main reason he joined was because he dreamed of being a ranking officer. Now that it’s been taken away, he desires to start his life anew and find someone to share it with.
After two weeks the men meet at a shooting range and find out they have a lot in common. Once they engage in a one on one match, they proceed to a bar to have drinks and get to know one another better. They both discover their affinity for guns as well as Camdyn’s need for a new partner at Camdyn & Associates. Malik is intrigued but afraid to ask him and decides to wait till they are closer. Camdyn is excited about this prospect as well but waits for Malik to say the word. Finally, in an erotic encounter, true feelings are revealed.
The story continues where the twosome began their work and love relationship. Together they’ll take on cases investigating cheating husbands or wives, companies with defector employees all the while trying to maintain their newfound commitment to one another as well as having a little fun in the process.
Here is another excerpt!
Did he want to work and play?
Private investigator Hardy had a moment of indecision. No question, he desired his partner to be someone he could love and trust. If he didn’t, he’d be hiring some homophobic idiot he’d most likely want to kill. At this point in his life, that wasn’t an option.
Malik was a godsend. A former soldier, tough, loyal, and if he’d help out a stranger, surely he’d assist his partner if he were in trouble, but what if he didn’t wanna work with his lover? How would Camdyn ask him without scaring him away?
He appeared to be the perfect addition, not only to Camdyn’s investigation firm, but also to his bed, naked. “Damn.” In disgust, he hit the steering wheel while he waited for a light change. Home was close by, but without a man there it couldn’t have been farther away. Too bad he’d met Tay instead of Malik; Tay, who remained uncomfortable with being out. Obviously, Malik was proud to be gay and didn’t mind sticking out like a sore thumb. Too cute to hide. Who’d want to keep the good looking former soldier under wraps? Camdyn didn’t.
After a couple more turns, Camdyn finally made it home. He sat in the car a few moments, staring at the door, at the brightness of the porch light. Going inside an empty house was definitely the worst part of the day. “Malik, you gotta be that one, don’t you? You don’t wanna live at your folk’s house forever.”
As he walked in, he continued to hold on to his jacket, still smiling from the scents of Mr. Day. “Mhmm…I can’t wait to smell that on the regular.”
Camdyn was completely confident he and Malik would be more than just friends, or was it because they had to be? They’d spotted each other immediately in the most unlikely place, and then went to Manshack for conversation and drinks. It had taken everything for Camdyn to let Malik go. Honestly, he didn’t mind putting out on the first date. Maybe that was part of the issue.
After he hastily tossed his coat on the couch, he strolled into the kitchen and turned on the lights. Its bland off white color resembled his mood ever since Tay left him, but now, seeing Malik, he expected that to improve.
Camdyn grabbed a beer and ogled the leftover Chinese before he closed the refrigerator door. He was only slightly hungry, but it really wasn’t for food. More so for the officer he’d just left. He could feast on that all night.
He proceeded to his front room and sighed. How could he want this man so badly after one day? Unbelievable. That had to mean something, right? Was he the one, his soul mate? The man Camdyn had been waiting for his whole life for after years of loneliness and bad tricks? “Damn…” He took a sip of the beer and relished the feel of the cool drink going down his throat. He would’ve preferred something warm, but only Malik could provide that; and his house was over an hour away. “Shiit… I need to go to bed.” Camdyn gulped down half the bottle and sat it on the table. It had been forever since he’d spent so much time gushing over a man. He picked up the jacket again and sniffed. As he lowered his lids, he pictured the soldier nude in his bed, gesturing Camdyn to join him. “Do you wanna play with me, Malik Day? Just say the word, baby.”
After a restless sleep, Camdyn headed into his office with a tall latte he’d picked up on the way. The scattered papers from his last case remained on his desk. “Damn, I need a secretary and a partner. On the to-do list.” He plopped down in the chair and gathered them to be filed away without looking at the header. Camdyn didn’t need to see Tay’s name at the top. He knew it would do nothing but bring back memories of their argument from two weeks ago.
However, he also knew something good was on the horizon. The man he’d met yesterday at the shooting range, Malik Day. Surely he’d make all thoughts of Tay disappear. “Tay who?” The soldier was a lot cuter than Tay and appeared to be more intelligent. Camdyn loved the way his ass looked in the camouflage pants and those muscles—to die for. “Umph.”
Smiling to himself, he picked up his phone to collect his messages. “A new case to work on.” The person who’d left the voicemail wanted a background check on a potential new hire for his new business. That would net him a nice wad of cash; take maybe a week or so. Being a former police officer had its perks. He still knew people who worked at the department who would push his inquiries through the system faster than if he did it on his own.
Friday, February 17, 2012
What's to Come for Michael
Whew since taking a part time job I've barely been able to write but I thought since I'm getting up a little early this morn, I'd update you on Michael's upcoming projects.
The left cover is Michael's first print, True Meaning Two which I'm still editing for a Spring release from XOXO Publishing. My lovely beta, fellow writer Julie Lynn Hayes took the time to go through it and several other of my stories with me. This one, she worked the hardest on and I'm also taking my time to turn it in since I'd like it to be the best it can be.
In March, No Boundaries Press will be releasing Under the Gun. The story is the prequel to the series of Hardy and Day which will be several subsequent books with cases the two will solve while still growing as a couple. At the moment, 5 books are on the docket.
On the WIP front, as you can see, Closely Guarded is waiting to be done. Also for Michael, revisions and edits on The Professor, Lessons in Ink, Captain of his Heart, as well as sequels, Vertigo 2, A Second Chance, and the full version of Binding Justice.
These are all in the works but I must admit, the other two muses have more planned so Michael will be stepping back a little to allow them the space.
Look for snippets of these to come and in the meantime, make sure you keep up with all of the latest here and on the FB Triad Page
Monday, February 6, 2012
New Cover! True Meaning 2 The Complete Portrait
London Davies, successful British businessman, tired of one night stands and empty relationships, seeks a partner he can mold and mentor as well as love. Brandon McFerry, an artist, down on his luck, looking for one chance to be with the target of his obsession. When the two meet at a gala, the sparks fly immediately but will the two men be able to carry on a satisfying relationship, despite being from two very different worlds?
Coming to XOXO publishing
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Welcome Xavier Axelson!
Today I'm happy to have on Xavier Axelson with a blogpost about his latest book! Let's see what he has to say.
The Horrific and the Erotic
By
Xavier Axelson
I recently re-introduced my fickle muse to my horror side, at first, she was amused. I reminded her that erotica was not my first genre, and after much cajoling, she met me half way and I was off and running down unchartered territory. I say unchartered not because I haven’t written horror before, but because I never wrote a story about zombies before.
Could I do it? Could I really infuse my style into a sub-genre I knew nothing about? The only zombie movie I’d ever watched was Dawn of the Dead (the new version) Is there even an older version? I wasn’t intimidated at the idea of writing a zombie piece, but I was curious if I could pull it off.
Let’s back track. I may not have ever considered writing erotica as a published writer, but I had always written erotic stories. I have folders full of naughtiness; remind me to tell you about my submission called aptly titled, Team Player sometime. Sadly, it was rejected. I have stories with centaurs, male pleasure gardens where all manner of M/M action took place and many other stories; hetero and Gay, maybe one day I will get around to working on them. Hopefully, my writer has evolved a little bit since Team Player, but I doubt it.
Horror, on the other hand, came later. It also came with a bit of magical realism and dark fantasy thrown in for good measure. If my writing is hard to classify now, I only wonder what will happen when I return to my horror-realism roots. One of my last professors called my writing, “psychological horror,” saying, “it’s not straight horror, there’s something else going on.” What that something else, I have no idea. It may the part of me that finds horror in the everyday, as equally as I find beauty. I’ll have to get back to you on that. After writing The Birches, I found myself editing the first book of a M/M horror-contemporary series I had written and heard the voices of nightmares calling me home. The edit came fast and furious as if it had been waiting for me and right behind this edit came the release of Lily, my first paranormal romance. It could not have been more perfect timing.
Lily was a perfect excuse to delve back into the darker waters of my heart and so I didn’t give up the ship, I plowed head long into a zombie (non erotic) story and believe I wrote an eerie, crazed and short story and submitted it to a horror anthology. Now the waiting begins. Talk about scary.
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Blurb:
When Pryor's daughter Lily is taken by a wolf, Pryor is convinced she has turned into the creature he sees lurking in his woods. He swears she promises to return to him. But is it his despair and desperation making him see things or is there something more lurking in the shadows of the forest? When he meets Ned, a silversmith who helps him with a plan to bring his daughter back into his life, he begins to live again. But can his newfound love help ease the horror that may be waiting? What if the ultimate horror isn’t when Lily was taken but it’s when Lily returns and he realizes his nightmare has only just begun...
Excerpt:
LILY
I am Lily's father, my name is Pryor. It was a year ago last Father's Day when she was taken from me. I still believe being Lily's father is the most important thing in this world.
Unfortunately, my daughter dwells in another world.
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I glanced at the necklace. Ned's pressed close to me, but the necklace I hoped would bring Lily back to me felt closer. Ned was soft in his sleep; not the bull of a man he was when he's awake. I loved him soft and I loved him hard. It was his hardness that grounded me, that brought me in from the darkness. The necklace caught the light of the fading moon and I wondered where Lily was tonight.
The old clock on the nightstand hummed quietly; its vintage florescent glow a pale mockery of the necklace that lay beside it and yet I heard the clock, it won in that department. Time always does.
Ned moved against me, I could feel his arms pull me close, felt the bulge of his muscles, his arms thick and powerful. He had never loved a man before me. I had only loved Lily. Once she changed, I had little left to love; in fact, I was certain love had disappeared from my life all together.
The clock still hummed, never quiet; it's old and made noise as if time itself wanted us all to know that it was passing and with each minute Lily fell farther and farther into the darkness. The tears came then and at the same time Ned's cock pushed more firmly against my back. He grumbled, pulled me even tighter so that I could truly feel his penis--not hard, not entirely soft--on the edge of wanting. A tear fell and I gasped a little. Seeing the necklace; hearing the clock, feeling Ned's cock, his muscles, I fell away into him and closed my eyes.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I was," I replied softly.
"No you weren't," his voice was sleepy; distant and yet he knew things, he knew I was awake, thinking about my lost daughter.
"It's Father's Day," I answered, skipping over my lie. "Do you think she will come?" I felt him nod and nodded in return against my pillow. Another tear fell.
"Come closer," he whispered.
"How much closer could I get?"
"Closer," he said again, a growl, a grunt; there was the bull I knew.
His lips brushed on my neck, a hand on my thigh stroking, touching, pulling a sigh from my mouth. I wiped a hand across my face.
"I never get sick of touching you," he whispered wetly, his tongue tracing my ear.
Smiling, I turned in his big arms and I could feel my thoughts ease. Ned had that way about him. 'Magic arms' I called him because he had this way of holding me that made me feel completely safe and for one man to be able to do that for another was amazing.
I kissed him and was happy to discover his breath was not bad but sweet, the trace of his toothpaste before bed still there and I smiled even as I kissed him. Ned sighed gently, his cock fully hard now, urgent, pressing. I reached down and stroked him through his boxers; he was already wet. I tried to pull my tongue from his mouth but he only pulled me closer, deeper; at one point I was almost certain one of us was going to stop breathing.
He finally relented but only because I jokingly squeezed his balls a little too tightly.
"Fuck, you make me nuts," he grumbled, we both laughed at his joke.
His hand reached for my cock; I slept naked so there was no flimsy cotton between his rough hands and my skin.
"You like that?"
I nodded, I did like it, I'd thought I wouldn't ever be able to like sex again, or any intimacy after Lily disappeared.
His hands were rough but I relished his edges; he touched me as if he knew me and, after a year, I guess he kind of did.
"You want me to suck it?" His voice was hoarse with his question; there was still a shy embarrassment behind it, as if he couldn't really believe he was going to suck cock.
"What do you think?"
My response excited him. I could see it in his eyes, even in the dark; the fading moon told me just enough.
When you had a daughter like mine, you learned a lot from the moon.
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