A Gay Man Inside a Female's Body

Celebrate the Little Things - Sharita Lira

2012-02-23T11:30:00.001-06:00

Good morning. Almost afternoon here but I've been squeeing part of it due to Rawiya's new release and well... goofing off a little.

The certificate you see above is one of the reasons I love writing. Not for the accolades, really but the little things that come from your readers and or publisher(s).

*grins*

I received this in the mail yesterday, the day before, my author print copy of My Sexy Valentine, days before, my note from my other pub, Rebel Ink that I was in the top 10 in sales for 2011. Mind you, I only had one book from Rebel and I was part of an anthology.

Last week, a couple of heartwarming notes from readers, a review for Vertigo on Goodreads, and a few nice words from peers every other day.

This, my friends, is the other reason I keep writing. Other than the fact that I love to write, creating scenes for my characters regardless if they're the tension filled scenes from BL, the sensual from Rawiya, or the literary style from Michael, I truly enjoy being an author.

Am I making the Amanda Hocking bucks? Hells no, not even a fraction. Maybe 1 millionth, *laughs* but I'm really not complaining.

Sure, I'd like to make more sales and I know that will happen as I improve as a writer and continue to get my name out there but I cannot let it be my prime focus. Sure, I believe all authors want more sales but it does depend on the market, what readers are looking for, and so forth.

What's the trends? Seemingly the really dirty or the really sweet. I can write a little of both to an extent. Is this important? Yeah, but I can't let the trend dictate what I love to do.

What I can focus on is creating the best stories I possibly can. I'm learning from author writers, I've been taking classes, and I have a helluva beta in fab author Julie Lynn Hayes.

Why I never asked her to beta for me sooner, IDK. Still, better a little late than never and I can fully appreciate an author who's as good as her to help me.

So again, I say what's the best thing about being an author? Being able to create for an audience and be recognized by readers, publishers, and or peers. Writing is a lonely business. To give kind words and or encouragement can go a long way!

My Sexy Valentine in PRINT!

2012-02-22T06:00:00.000-06:00

Lookie, Lookie. I received my author copy of My Sexy Valentine in print. Gorgeous right? Its a beautiful book with 4 wonderful stories by Ike Rose, Em Petrova, Daisy Harris and me Michael Mandrake.

If you recall, the story I did was Only When I Lose Myself, an m/m tale about a man suffering from AHAD who falls in love with one of the hottest singers in music. I patterned the singer after hot openly gay star, Adam Lambert but my model was a bit different. *giggle*

Here is a blurb and a snippet

Amazon

Overall Blurb: Unexpected surprises and four very special carnal adventures lie in wait for four sets of lovers on Valentine’s Day. These short novels will make you laugh, cry, smolder, and send you running for a cold shower. In the first novel, “Bachelorette” by Em Petrova, a spirited woman is deserted by her fiancé, but five delectable Frenchmen have a plan to comfort her out of her Valentine’s Day blues—and bridal garments. In the second novel, “Only When I Lose Myself” by Michael Mandrake, Adrian is in need of someone to be his special Valentine and discovers that in Matthew Gianopolis, a janitor with superior intelligence but poor social skills, he has found it. In the third, “My Valentine Prince” by Ike Rose, a blue-collar college educated hunk who fought class prejudices to raise up the corporate ladder must choose which of two men is to be his Prince Charming: his rich ex-boss boyfriend, or the sailor who gave up his career to love him forever. In the fourth, “Cupid’s Arrow” by Daisy Harris, the god Cupid swears off love, but when a girl he shoots doesn’t swoon as expected, he learns that to woo her he’ll have to break his rule and fall in love with her himself.

Only When I Lose Myself M/M erotica romance by Michael Mandrake – Blurb: Adrian Vanderguard is the hottest singer in the music business right now and is currently on tour supporting his third album. Now that the long journey is coming to a close, he is visiting his home away from home in New York City to play a string of six exclusive shows at New York’s famous Falcon Theatre in front of sellout crowds that include top celebrities.

Adrian is also a loner who is in need of companionship. While on this lengthy trip, he has made up in his mind that he would like to be dating by Valentine’s Day of the following year, and he will stop at nothing to accomplish this.

Matthew Gionapolis is the Falcon’s environmental engineer. A young, healthy, twenty- something, that takes his work very seriously. Matthew is one person who likes everything to be in place, and really is not into having much contact with people unless he has to.

Not knowing this, Adrian decides that he would like to get Matthew to be his assistant despite the fact that the young gentleman was rather rude to him when he tried to introduce himself. Undeterred, Adrian even goes as far to point out the fact that Matthew must do as his managers say or else it could mean his job. This upsets Matthew but because he would like to be employed, he goes along with Adrian’s ploy, and while all this is going on, he develops a soft spot for the kind hearted, gorgeous crooner that may change his mind about wanting to be alone for the duration of his existence.

PG Excerpt

Matthew went to finish a few things for Diana while Adrian got ready for his big performance. He was very excited that Matthew had let his guard down, giving him confidence that Matthew would indeed be the man to be his Valentine’s Day date. Still, he was concerned about Matthew’s disorder. Despite the fact that he told his new friend that he wasn't worried, he wondered if it was something he should just dismiss.

Since there was two hours left before he was supposed to go onstage, he decided that he would call his psychologist to ask him some questions about the dysfunction. Once he dialed the numbers, his physician, Doctor Ben Delaney answered on the third ring.

“Hello, lover…” Ben answered, his smile coming through the receiver. “When are you coming to see me?”

Adrian chuckled to himself, “Hiya Ben, listen, I need you to clarify something for me.”

“What would that be, my favorite patient, a question about the pills I’ve been giving you. I told you they are really good when you feel like you’re panicking…”

“No, no, it’s not that, Ben. I want to know about a form of ADD that a friend of mine claims to have. I want to know if it’s real.”

“Adrian, don’t be coy with me. If you think you may need my actual help, professionally.”

Adrian sat up in his chair. “Ben, no, really, I do have a friend that claims to As…aspb…”

“Asperger’s?”

Adrian looked up at the ceiling. “Yeah, I think that’s what he said, something where he’s kind of shy, and sort of defensive when someone tries to approach him.”

“Yep that sounds like a part of the issues. Who is this friend?”

Adrian heard jealousy in Ben’s voice, he raised an eyebrow. “Oh come on, Ben. Don’t start getting all envious now. You’re a married man, how long do you expect me to wait on you while you continue to deny your sexuality?” Adrian tapped his fingers on his knee waiting for a response from Ben.

“Look Adrian, you know that I can't come out like that. I have a wife, a career…you know it would hamper my reputation by admitting that I’m gay.”

“Well, that is the reason I am moving on with my life, Ben. I plan to have a man by Valentine’s Day.”

“And you are that desperate that you are trying to date someone with Asperger’s? Adrian, this is not a joke. People with this disorder can become quite distant, they are the wrong people to get involved with if you want someone sensitive to your needs.”

Adrian rolled his eyes, “Oh bollocks, Ben. I can be pretty mean and insensitive as well and I haven’t been diagnosed with anything. Such is the reason I am paying you a large heap of my money, to keep me sane.”

“And here it was I thought that you were giving me the cash because you loved the way I fucked you…”

“I do, you are given that extra loot because of the magnificence of your services, doctor but, that’s all they are, something that I have bought, used, and no longer need or want…” Adrian looked at his fingernails.

There was silence on the other end. “Listen babe, I know I can't do anything more but what I am doing…I don’t want to lose you completely.”

“Oh, you won’t, Ben. You can still be my shrink but you can only enhance my thoughts, nothing more. I’m in need of something more real, something concrete. I deserve a man that can be with me at all times, not a closeted doctor who’s married. You have always said that you would leave her for me, of course you never did. You have known for the longest time that I wanted more and yet, because of your insistence on protecting your rep, I have decided to move on, my dear doctor. There will be no more of this I’ll see you whenever bullshit. I need more, doctor and since I’m not getting it from you, I’ll get it from somewhere else. Thank you for your advice; that is all I will require from you for now on.” Adrian pushed his disconnect button, slipping it in his pocket.

Adrian let out a primal scream. “Oh God, Matthew. I just got rid of one of the best fucks of my life. You better be worth it.”

Wow Wednesday Installment Number Forty Eight Sexy Pics NSFW

2012-02-22T00:00:00.000-06:00

Man with a gun on Menspirations

New Cover for Under the Gun

2012-02-21T18:26:00.000-06:00

Woohoo! Look at my new cover for Under the Gun! Pretty right? From No Boundaries Press to come in March.

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!

Camdyn drove back to his apartment, a wide smile on his face. The man he’d been searching for was right there for the taking. Camdyn only needed to get him where he wanted him.

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.

Vertigo - M/M Paranormal Romance

2012-02-20T06:45:00.000-06:00

Good morning!

Here is a little blatant promo for you. I had my blogtour for Vertigo at the beginning of February. Response has been awesome but just in case you missed it, I've provided the blurb and another excerpt from my precious novella that will have a sequel coming soon.

After losing his lover to mental disorder, Dr. Hayden Curry throws himself into work, silently wishing he could experience something extraordinary in love. He finds his match in David, a creature Hayden revives after discovering him and hauling him back to his lab. Upon awakening, David asks Dr. Hayden’s help in discovering more about himself. Hayden agrees but senses secrets in David. Will he get to the bottom of things and be able to continue the special relationship he and David have, or will the secrets that come forward tear them apart?

I gasped at the sight of his body, shocked at the specimen strolling towards me. So firm and perfect were his muscles. The flesh between his legs, large and uncut so gorgeous I could not stop gawking. This was the first time I had seen anyone fully nude in over a year. My own manhood stirred just observing the lovely sight in front of me.

"Erm, David, really, you are unclothed. No need to come over here in that state," I shuddered and gulped hard.

He inched closer. "Doctor, you have seen things and humans without garments before, what is the issue now?" Within seconds, he kneeled down in front of me, again and reached his hand out towards me.

"David I…" I stuttered and moved slightly away from his grasp.

David placed his warm finger on my lips.

"Doctor, I want to prove to you that I am just as human as you are. I swear I will not harm you. Please sir, help me discover myself; how I came to be this half human, half monster."

My eyes did not leave his. "And how do you suppose I could do that?" I pulled my flask out of my side pocket and gulped a large portion.

"You are the Doctor but we can help each other. Something tells me, you need to find yourself too, right?"

"How do you know what I need to do, David?"

David chuckled, "I have heard from someone I know very well that you may need to rediscover who Dr. Hayden Curry is."

Whom is he speaking of?

At that moment, not much space remained between us. As much as I wanted to get up off the floor, I sat there still staring into the pupils of this creature. How did he know I needed to find myself?

"Doctor, you are still perspiring, shall I fetch you some water," David peered at me with longing eyes.

"Erm, that will be quite appreciated thank you." Although I answered, David still sat there gawking at me. "Uh is there a problem, David?"

David smiled nervously, "Um Doctor, I am noticing the sweat collecting on your forehead. Do you mind if-" he paused, wrung his hands, and glanced in the other direction. "I want to consume it if that's alright with you."

At the finish of his admission, his blues met my terrified hazels. "What do you mean, 'consume'? As in…"

"Doctor, your sweat is what brought me out of my death–like sleep. In order to survive, I must have something from a human, whether it be sweat, flesh, or things of that sort, to wake from a stiff slumber."

Shocked by his explanation, I took another drink. "So you are saying, if I let you taste my perspiration, you will stay alive?"

Seemingly worried about my reaction, he only nodded to answer my question.

What kind of creature was this?

"Very well, I suppose it should be alright. Should I try putting it on a cloth or…" I grabbed the handkerchief out the pocket of my apron.

"No Doctor, I just want to place my tongue there and take it into my mouth, if you would allow me to, that is."

What?

"David, I don't think so."

"Please doctor, with all due respect, it is much healthier for me that way." David looked at me with apologetic eyes.

"Erm, well I guess, as long as you…"

The minute I said that, he leaned forward, dragging his tongue across my head.

"Okay David, I think you have gotten it all off there now," I chuckled while feeling a stir beneath my trousers.

"Mmm," he moaned and continued to lap the moisture from my brow.

"David, please, that will be enough." I pushed him slightly as I thought I felt him gently nipping at my flesh.

"Mmmrrr," he growled, holding my hand against his chest. The heart rapidly beat.

I shuddered at what my perspiration did to him. "Ugh, David!" I screeched. David sampled the skin right under my hairline.

With all my might, I shoved him away.

He grabbed my hands.

I looked into his eyes that had flames burning in his pupils. Terror struck me.

"Doctor Curry, you will be mine, yes?" His smile matched the expression.

"What, no, I… let me go!" I attempted to get him off of me. I pushed and struggled.

He held on. "You are mine, Dr. Hayden Curry. I have tasted you; I am part of you, as you are a part of me."

Within seconds, he brought me into him, taking my lips inside his. Literally and physically, he started devouring my mouth.

Although fear ran through me, my loins enjoyed the feeling of another being. His mouth tasted like a sweet fruit and when his tongue met mine the stir down below turned into more of disruption.

"Uh, David, what are you doing, let me go," I tried to unleash myself from his grasp.

We fought.

He overpowered me and pushed me down to the floor. When he lay on top of me our crotches met. I felt myself weakening. I could not fight him off anymore.

What a fool I would be to trust him.

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Saturday Sips - Under the Gun

2012-02-18T06:00:00.005-06:00

Good morning! Welcome to Michael's

Today I'm givig another taste of my next book due to release in March. Under the Gun from No Boundaries Press.

No cover yet but I've substituted this lovely pic of one of my fave models, Lee Kholafai who I'm sure might find his way into an episode since this has become a series.

Please read more about it here

Here now is the sip!

When Malik arrived, he noticed Camdyn leaning against his car, his arms folded. His breath hitched, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the protruding muscles underneath his tight shirt.

Damn, baby.

The place hadn’t changed at all since the last time Malik had visited. The same brick walls and tall tables with stools. Television in the back corners as well as the make out booths with dimmer lights in the rear. He recalled many a night he’d come here and met his partners for the evening. Maybe Camdyn would give him a chance.

Once they slapped hands with some familiar faces, they made their way to the back of the establishment. They both decided on boilermakers to calm themselves down. Malik was especially tense, his last dating experience fresh on his mind. Maybe he knew he was over thinking the situation, but he really wanted to make a good impression on Camdyn. He hoped hearing about his being discharged hadn’t scared him off. Unfortunately, some people actually took issue with the fact he didn’t finish his tour of duty.

Camdyn pulled out the chair for Malik and the taller man accepted it. “Thanks.”

“No problem. And relax.” He patted him on the shoulders. “I’m not grillin’ ya. Only tryin’ to get to know you better.”

Malik jumped when he felt the man’s touch. He tried hard to do as Camdyn had suggested, but his nerves made him perspire. He rubbed his hand over his smooth head. “I know, I know, I… man,” he laughed, “It’s just been forever since…”

“Since you talked with another man like this? I get that. How long did you serve?”

Malik nodded and squirmed a little in his chair. “I… um…They discharged me a little early…under DADT so…only three years.”

“Really?” Camdyn swallowed his drink faster. “That sucks man. Who outed you?”

“I kinda did it myself. I defended another soldier. He was gettin’ his butt beat, and the two fucks needed to be taught a lesson. The Drill Sergeant knew my status too, so he just took advantage of the opportunity to get rid of my ass.” Just thinking back on the situation made Malik hot under the collar. He threw the Jim Beam down his throat and moistened his lips. The drink burned going down, but it wasn’t as hot as the blood that ran through his veins.

“Damn, that really blows, soldier. Well, think of it like this. Now you don’t have to hide who you really are and maybe, just maybe you’ll be able to get back in once it goes into full repeal.”

Malik sighed and took a swallow of his beer. “Yeah, maybe, but in all reality, I’m not feelin’ all that patriotic since this happened. Plus, I’m thinkin’ it will be even harder to coexist with straights once they do let us openly serve. It might do more harm than good, but that’s just my opinion.” Malik felt a little better knowing Camdyn wasn’t deterred about his discharge. He turned up the bottle again. “Hey,” he patted Camdyn’s back. “Enough about me, let’s talk about you. What’s your story?”

Camdyn flashed a cocky grin. “Not as exciting as yours Malik. I’m a private investigator in San Francisco. Got my own business too.”

“Yeah?” Malik’s ears perked. Was Camdyn looking for someone to join him? A partner? Naw, he probably had a full staff already. Would it be too pretentious of Malik to ask? He didn’t want to sound desperate.

Camdyn seemed like he wouldn’t mind, but he didn’t want to take any chances. Besides, they’d just met one another. What would he look like asking this man who he’d only known for about an hour if he could be interviewed for employment?

Hope you enjoyed. Here is Rawiyas Sip

What's to Come for Michael

2012-02-17T06:00:00.001-06:00

Good morning!

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

Wow Wednesday Installment Number Forty Seven - NSFW Sexy MM Pics

2012-02-15T11:23:00.000-06:00

I love the Kissing Paul Series from Beautiful Mag!

Its hot as hell and has given me an idea for a book...

Of course it did!

Look at Menspirations for more pics

Happy Valentines Day NSFW Sexy Pics

2012-02-14T10:29:00.000-06:00

Happy Valentine's Day everyone. Celebrate love in it's many forms!

Sheila's Monthly Post

2012-02-11T06:00:00.000-06:00

Here is Sheila's monthly post!

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A Quest

I love reading the classics. There has been a plethora of fairy tales rewritten with an erotic edge. Beauty and the Beast comes readily to mind. Partly because it is my favorite fairy tale but also because there are so many ways it can be retold. There has also been many rewritings of Pride and Prejudice (my favorite Jane Austen book) and spin-offs of it. Most recently has been Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Other of Jane Austen stories have also been given a horror edge to them. I haven’t read them since I hate being scared and horror stories scare me.

But I started thinking what classics have been rewritten within the m/m romance genre. I just finished reading Deanna Wadsworth’s Legend of Sleepy Hollow based on Washington Irving’s story of the same name. (See my Author’s Spotlight this month for a conversation and giveaway with Deanna.) I enjoyed it. I liked how it became a m/m romance because in the original story there was conflict between Ichabod Crane and Brom Bones over Katrina but let us imagine if Katrina was not the bone of contention between them but their feelings for each other.

I have found a m/m romance of The Three Musketeers (my favorite classic) and a sequel but I’ve yet to read them. When I do I’ll let you know how they are. So I am going to begin a quest to find more classics that have been retold as a m/m romance. If you know of any, let me know. When I find them, I will let you know. So stay tuned. My quest is only beginning.

Welcome Back Remmy Duchene

2012-02-10T06:00:00.001-06:00

Good morning! Welcome to Michael's!

I'm happy to welcome back one of my favorite writers to my blog. Remmy Duchene. Please give Remmy your undivided attention!

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I have acquired a taste for all things naughty. I am into the taboo of our day--man love. There's nothing better than it, right? To each their own. Here's some music to slow things down--get you in the mood. I am Remmy Duchene and this...is Kylie Minogue.

Desires. What do they mean to you? At this point in your life, what are you looking for? Some love, some lust, some a little of both. What's your catch? Do you want vanilla or chocolate? Do you want it from behind, or eye to eye? There are many forms of desires--many ways to get what you want. When you're with someone you click with, there is no need to be shy. There's no need not to show what you want--take what you want. Here's what I want you to do. There is no need to be scared--no need to be shy. With a lover, the situation is ideal but if you're alone, it could still be fun. This is only if you're with a lover.

Stand across the room from your lover. Make make sure he's naked and laying with his back against the headboards. He cannot touch you, all he can do is watch. Make his mouth water as you strip slowly. To heighten the fun, do it with your back to him. If he touch you, punish him--spank him, put a cock ring on him--whatever the punishment, it must be sexy and leads to his orgasm.

Show him from across the room what he's about to have--make him wait as you tease him. Lick your lips, stroke your cock, pinch your nipples. When he starts squirming, walk over to him, kneeling, facing away from him.

Tell me--what's sexier than craving your man? What's sexier than seeing the desire burn in his eyes as he looks at you, making you feel like the sexiest piece of ass on earth. Trust me, dear, readers, it will work.

Now, class, homework for next class--I want you to write me--tell me about your sexiest, must scandalous affairs. Because lets face it--we all love other people's dirty laundry.

I am Remmy Duchene...Can you keep a secret?

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Author Spotlight Deanna Wadsworth

2012-02-10T00:00:00.000-06:00

Sheila has a nice vitual sitdown with Deanna Wadsworth.

Link to interview

Vertigo Book Tour Winners!

2012-02-09T21:59:00.000-06:00

The Vertigo book tour was a big success! So many comments and now I've picked the winners!

Here they are

Ayana R

Melanie T

Tore

Mary P

Darcy

Catherine

Debby

Gardemarin

Savannah

Juliana

Michelle

Emiliana GC Winner $25

Thanks so much to everyone for your interest and for the visits. No worries, I'll be doing more contests in the near future.

Congrats to all the winners!

TRS Winners

Tammy

Cathy M

Joanne GC $10

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Today - Vertigo Blog Tour Wrap Up!

2012-02-09T07:44:00.000-06:00

I'm at TRS and I'll be announcing the winners from my Vertigo Blog Tour this evening 8pm CST!

It really has been fun. Please stop by and comment.

http://trsparties.com/

Wow Wednesday Installment Number Forty Six - Jesse Pavelka (Sexy Pics)

2012-02-08T06:45:00.000-06:00

Just a hot blonde today for the Wow.

Check out more of Jesse

and don't forget to stop by Rainbow Studio for the final day of the Vertigo Book Tour

Vertigo Blog Tour Stop 7 at Sex Marks

2012-02-07T05:33:00.000-06:00

Today, I'm at Sex Marks with a post about Finding the Right Voice. Still chances to win a copy of Vertigo, The Power of Muse and a $25 GC from Amazon.

and BL has a contest going on too at Romancing the Book! Win a copy of You Don't Ask, We Don't Tell: Basic Training.

New Cover! True Meaning 2 The Complete Portrait

2012-02-06T13:51:00.000-06:00

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

Vertigo Blog Tour Stop 5

2012-02-05T08:48:00.000-06:00

Today, I'm over at Goddess Fish for the 5th day of my book tour.

Come comment and be entered into the drawing for copies of Vertigo, The Power of Muse, as well as a $25 Amazon GC

Goddess Fish

Vertigo Blog Tour Stop 4

2012-02-04T06:14:00.000-06:00

Please make sure to stop in at Raine Delights Blog today for the tour!

http://authorrainedelight.wordpress.com/2012/02/04/blog-tour-stop-with-michael-mandrakecontest/

Welcome PK Morris

2012-02-03T04:00:00.000-06:00

Greetings fans. Welcome to Michael's. Hope you're enjoying my blogtour but while I'm out, please welcome, Rebel Ink writer, PK Morris with an interview!

Let's hear what she has to say

How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing in some form or another since I was about six or seven. But when I got to high school, I really started getting into it. I wrote in notebook after notebook, filling pages upon pages with words.

Before you started, had you done any fanfiction? If so, what fandom?

Fanfiction was basically how it all started in high school. A friend linked me to a story she was reading and then I decided to write my own. I’ve done many different fandoms, but my favorites to write about are bands and the one I’ve been writing the longest is Hanson.

Are you in agreement that writing fanfiction is a great way to practice ones craft, why or why not?

I’m definitely in agreement with this. Fanfiction gives you a base, a starting point to jump off of. You’ve got your characters all at hand, you just need to write them out and make people believe that what you’re writing is what these characters would really do. It’s kind of an art form all on it’s own.

Would you ever write a hetero romance? Why or why not?

I’ve actually written hetero pairings before, but I feel like these stories all come out very cliché sounding and the sex scenes awkward. So I probably wouldn’t try to get those published. I’m very comfortable with the m/m pairing and will probably stick with that.

Your first published book?

I don’t have a full-length novel as of yet, but I do have a short story called A Single Man’s Valentine that is being released today in a Valentine’s themed anthology entitled Tempting Cupid. It’s sweet and spicy and I’m very proud of it.

What books are you reading at the moment? Its okay to give a fellow author a plug!

Right now I’m reading the third installation of The Hunger Games trilogy, Mockingjay. I’m also in the middle of Dog the Bounty Hunter’s second book, Where Mercy is Shown, Mercy is Given.

What are you working on now?

Right now I’m working on a full-length novel that’s a romance and sci-fi all in one. It’s unusual, but I really enjoy working on it. It’s fun to write.

When creating your characters, do you have models in mind or are they totally fictional?

Most of the time I have a model in mind when writing a character. It helps me to develop their personality and to visualize their body language.

If you write gay romance or erotica, just how descriptive are you in their sex scenes?

I tend to be pretty graphic when it comes to my sex scenes. But of course, not all stories or even scenes need complete description, so it depends on the story. Typically though, I’m pretty darn descriptive.

I read a blog about gay fiction writer’s losing their imagination because they are writing the same subjects repeatedly, what are your thoughts? http//www.reviewsbyjessewave.com/?p=42883

I don’t think this just applies to gay fiction writers. I think that this can apply to every writer who sticks with one genre only. It’s good to branch out a little even if you’re not going to publish in a different genre because it can help generate new ideas, give you new twists on old run-of-the-mill romance or what have you.

What is your stance on issues in society like same sex marriage, DOMA, etc?

I think love is love. I don’t see the difference between a heterosexual couple wanting to get married or a gay couple wanting the same thing. I think in the end, we all want someone to love us unconditionally for the rest of our lives. Why should the government have the power to tell someone they’re a second class citizen therefore they can’t marry who they love and cherish? I think the fact that not all people can get married is just silly and unconstitutional.

As an m/m romance author or gay fiction author, should there be more m/m or gay YA novels? Why or why not?

I definitely would say there should be. I think that young gay men might rather read about a relationship that is true to them than some boy-meets-girl novel. Growing up, kids like to read about stories they can relate to even if it’s in a fantasy world. And I think that gay, lesbian and bisexual kids would love reading stories that are more relatable to their situation.

Fun questions pick at least 3

Name one celeb that you wish was gay and why?

Taylor Hanson from the band Hanson. The only reason I say this is because sometimes he makes you wonder if he really is gay.

Name two male celebs that you’d like to see in a hot make out session?

Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. Definitely.

Your favorite gay tv show or movie?

I really liked “Brothers and Sisters” even though the gay piece wasn’t the main focus. I just really liked Kevin and Scotty.

Your favorite gay celeb?

ADAM LAMBERT! He’s an amazing singer that blows me away and his songs hold so much meaning for me. He’s just wonderful.

Do you feel that celebs who are gay or bi should come out the closet?

I think that celebrities that are gay or bi shouldn’t be in the closet, but I don’t think they have to make a big announcement or flaunt it. I think that, for celebrities, being in a relationship is a part of their world that they’d want to keep for themselves, the one thing that’s all theirs. And I think that people, no matter their celebrity status, shouldn’t be judged for who they love and should be able to be out without judgment.

Are you tired of Lady Gaga yet?

Nope and even if I got tired of her music, I’d still love what she stands for.

For the men in your books, commando or underwear?

Depends on the character. But as for my men in A Single Man’s Valentine, Jake is either commando for when he wears those too-tight pants or boxer-briefs. And Kris is always wearing boxer-briefs.

Favorite character in one of your books?

I’d have to say that I honestly love them both but if you’re going to make me choose, it’s definitely Kris.

The character you identify with?

I identify with Kris because he’s got this huge crush on his friend that he doesn’t know what to do with and he’s not as straight as everyone believes.

Have you attended a pride parade? If so, where you inspired when doing so?

I’ve never been, but I’d love to go to one someday.

If you’ve watched gay porn, tell me your favorite movie and or star.

Oh boy! Haha! I’m not telling! …..no one would recognize the video!

A Single Man’s Valentine Blurb:

Kris Goodwin wants to spend his first Valentine's Day since his divorce alone in his apartment with a case of beer. But his best friend Jake has other ideas and shows up unannounced. Jake has brought supplies for what he calls the perfect single man's Valentine's Day; take-out, flowers, romantic comedies and a box of chocolates.

As the evening progresses, Jake admits the harmless crush he's had on Kris isn't quite as harmless as he's made it out to be. He's actually in love with Kris. Then Kris tells Jake the real reason behind his divorce.

Excerpt:

Jake leaned his mouth close to Kris’ ear and began to sing quietly.

When the most romantic lines of the song came about, Jake tilted Kris’ head back so he could look into Kris’ eyes as he sang about loving Kris and needing him. About how Jake wanted him to stay now that they’d found each other and Jake wanted Kris to just let Jake love him. “I mean it, Kris,” Jake murmured. “I love you.”

Kris smiled gently. “I love you, too, Jake.”

The older man shook his head. “No, Kris. I mean, I love you. It was never just a harmless crush. Why do you think that last guy and I split up?”

“I know it isn’t a harmless crush,” Kris replied.

“You… you do?” Jake was shocked.

Kris nodded. “I love you too. Why do you think Jill and I are divorced?”

“I thought it was because she didn’t like how much you had to travel for your music,” Jake said confused.

Kris shrugged. “That’s just what we told people. It was really you. It was always you, Jake.”

Jake brushed his fingers through Kris’ hair. “Then why did you want to drink yourself into oblivion tonight?”

“Because,” Kris sighed. “I thought I was going to be all alone on Valentine’s Day.”

“Then why were you grumpy when I showed up?”

Kris shrugged and averted his eyes. “You showed up and you kept saying how this was the perfect single guy’s Valentine’s Day. I’ve never known how to make the first move, I always waited for you to do it. I guess it just kind of annoyed me that you showed up on Valentine’s day as just my friend.” He shrugged and looked down his hands.

Jake tilted Kris’ face back towards his so they were eye to eye, brown to blue. “I’ve never been just your friend,” he murmured.

“No?” Kris asked.

Jake shook his head. “It’s always been you. But you were always one hundred percent straight.” A small smirk turned up the corner of his mouth and Kris grinned back.

“Well, that’s obviously false,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been a hundred percent straight. Especially after meeting you, because really, it was love at first sight for me.” Kris blushed a deep shade of red. He couldn’t believe he actually admitted it out loud.

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Thanks for having me!

Welcome Xavier Axelson!

2012-02-02T04:00:00.000-06:00

Good morning! Welcome to Michael's!

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

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.

Buylink:

http://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/lily-ebook-p-714

Book Trailer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SY8R3kX2B0

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.
* * * * *

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.

Where to find Xavier Axelson:

http://www.facebook.com/xaviersaxel

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http://www.examiner.com/la-in-los-angeles/francis-xavier

http://www.xavieraxelson.com

Book Tour Event Day 2 VERTIGO

2012-02-02T00:00:00.000-06:00

Book your is at Sweet and Sexy Diva's today.

Have a chance to win a $25 GC from Amazon and copies of the book as well as

The Power of Muse and Inspiration

Wow Wednesday Installment Number Forty Five NSFW XXX

2012-02-01T06:39:00.000-06:00

Check out today's Wow Wednesday

Menspirations

Being a Multi Faceted Writer

2012-01-30T04:00:00.008-06:00

Now, those that know me are aware I primarily write m/m but I’ve also delved into hetero as well. I think it’s important for authors to have a variety to what they write so their readers stay interested and even though the M/M has been my primary focus, I do intend to publish my series with hetero elements entitled African Sun. I'd say the M/M is my preference because I enjoy creating stories about manlove and romance but I realize that the backbone of romance is still the vanilla and until that changes, I feel there might be a need to have a few in my repertoire.

In my opinion I'd like to see my favorite writers try something new. If you’re an M/M author and like sticking to it, then try writing a historical instead of a contemporary or dip into paranormals. Maybe do an MMF which I actually enjoy almost as much as m/m.

With my story, Vertigo from Sizzler, I wrote a tale of a young doctor in the early 1900’s who’s looking for something new in his love life. I’ve also done a story called, “Jude’s Gift for Valentine’s Day,” for the XOXO Valentine’s Holiday, Love Tells All 2011 collection. It’s a vampire story about a man who’s decided to give his 300 year old immortal lover a special gift for Valentine’s Day. This story turned into the full length, The Power of Muse and Inspiration.

Of course, doing new genres or subgenres comes more research but that’s part of the fun. For my upcoming novel series, African Sun, I did a lot of research on the continent of Africa. I found out many interesting facts about the country of Tanzania where the story is set as well as tribes and healthcare organizations that have served in the rural regions. It was fascinating what I’d read and as I continue doing the series there will be more. All this because I love to give my readers a different look from me. I'd rather not be predictable but give readers a fresh take on the genre and or plot line I've chosen.

I’d like to thank you for giving me a listen. Readers, I would like to know if you agree. Would you like to see some of your favorite writers try something new?

Six Sentence Sunday Vertigo

2012-01-29T00:00:00.002-06:00

Good morning. Here is my six!

Still not able to stand, I slid down the length of the partition. "Help you in a quest, for what exactly?"

"To find out whom I am, what I am; don't be intimidated Doctor, I swear I won't hurt you, unless, you try to harm me."

"Erm, David, I think I'll just sit here, I am a bit too weak to walk over there at the moment."

"Then I'll come to you, Dr. Curry," David hopped off the silver table and the sheet dropped to the floor.

Oh my.

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Saturday Sips - Closely Guarded

2012-01-28T06:00:00.006-06:00

My muse for Nicolay, Nick Rhodes

Greetings all.

Here is a little from my novel that's yet to be finished but I'll be getting back to it soon.

Agent Darien Moseley leads a double life. A musician by day and when not playing, an agent in a special organization called PROTEKT. He’s called upon to travel to Russia where he is to investigate the death of a dignitary as well as protect the son from harm.

That dignitary’s son is intrigued by the prospect of meeting an American. His boyfriend, Ivan is jealous about this and due to his behavior, Darien is suspicious about his involvement.

The two square off for Nicolay’s love while trying to catch the killer and keep him safe from harm.

Here is the Sip

Moscow

Son of the fallen leader, Nikolay chose to spend the evening after viewing the body of his father alone till his man got through with his security meeting. Many of Alexander’s comrades offered to stick by and keep him company, even Borvetta who he couldn’t stand had said she’d stay and talk with him while he grieved.

Of course he declined. No way would she be any source of comfort to him at this difficult time. The only person that would make him feel better other than his father or mother would be Ivan. Nikolay concluded he much rather spend this time looking through old pictures and thinking of the good times he enjoyed as a child.

A stack of five albums sat on the coffee table in front of him along with a bottle of Scotch that he continued to sip on with Coca Cola as the chaser. The box of tissues sat next to him on the couch while he perused the photos of happier times with Mom and Dad alive.

A colorful picture of him and Dad in the gardens behind the house, playing catch while Nikolay was in his teens, another with his mom wading in the family pool as she tried to teach him how to swim. He never finished learning either since not too long after, she found out about the pregnancy of his younger brother and died shortly thereafter.

The young man wiped his face of the moisture while rubbing his already irritated nose. His head throbbed from all of the sobbing and the vision of the holes in his father’s skulled popped in and out of his mind’s eye.

“Curse you God!” He threw the book across the room, upset about not being able to enjoy more time with his dad; the only man that understood him other than Ivan, who appreciated him for his talents in photography and poetry without using his sexual orientation against him.

Everyone in the party knew of their relationship and they used this against him repeatedly saying no ruler of Russia can have a gay heir. For this, young Nikolay resented them and vowed never to be close with any of this people. He’d already informed his dad that he wouldn’t be taking his place as the leader which saddened him but he knew why. What would possess him to work along with these mongrels who thought a man loving another man was a mental disease?

At the tender age of twenty-three, Nikolay Chereskov, full of rage and hatred would be responsible for carrying on his father’s legacy in some capacity. He hoped the Americans that were on their way to the country would be able to catch the enemies that killed his “poppa.”

To lessen the pain of his loss, he fixed another drink and sipped it slowly. The burn, felt in his throat made its way to his chest, making him feel warm inside while causing him to wince. Not wanting to look at anymore photos, he got up from the sofa and made his way back over to the window to watch for Ivan’s car to pull up in the driveway. He really did think seeing the family in times of joy would soothe the pain but now Nikolay knew it only worsened it. Bottom line, he wanted his father back and since that wasn’t possible, he’d be better just recounting the memories.

“Father.” The son’s heart ached and his eyes still full of tears. The first notification of the news seemed to be a lot easier but with the body back home in Mother Russia, the grim reality came to the forefront. “You were such a great man.” The young man’s hand trembled and he steadied his glass with the other. “Whoever has done this to you, I wish them hell for the rest of their existence. It will take a lot for me not to do what is needed to avenge your death, my poppa. I hope the American’s are competent enough to find your killers. He finished his beverage and closed his eyes while he tapped his feet on the hardwood floor beneath his feet.

“Смерть вам отморозки!” (Death to you scumbags!) Quickly he turned and threw the tumbler glass into the fireplace, sending the flames to rise in the hearth.

He made a fist until his fine manicured nailed pierced his palm. Nikolay grit his teeth, suddenly feeling more anger than grief. “Argh!” He gripped his blond strands and began to pull at them, causing himself anguish. Again, he tightly lowered his lids and allowed the tears to flow from them.

“Nikolay!” Ivan called out and rushed into the study.

Only then did the man open his eyes to behold his lover. He held open his arms and cried openly. “Ivan! Oh Ivan, Моя любовь, мой герой.” (My love my hero.)

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Friday Read - Inspired by a Photo

2012-01-27T06:00:00.001-06:00

Greetings. I've been so busy writing and promoing it slipped my mind that I had no more Out in Left Field to post. So, I'm doing a little impromptu fic on the picture at left.

I'll start taking requests again by the way for Friday Fics. Send me an email at michaelmandrake71@gmail.com

Okay here we go!

* * *

Bryant showered to my left, soaping up his hard body as the water cascaded down his back. His muscles glistened with the drops and fine black hairs clung to his pale flesh. Seeing that, my cock jolted and gave me a painful reminder of just how long it had been since I'd had sex.

As I continued to stare, he glanced over at me. Blue eyes, similar color to the Pacific. His short black locks looked painted on from the large amounts of water running on the top of his scalp. Bryant stopped rubbing himself and strolled in my direction.

My breath caught in my chest and I gulped hard. What could he be thinking? Will he be mad because I can't seem to get my eyes off him? What if...

In moments, Bryant roughly grabbed me by my neck and yanked me in for a rough kiss. The force in which he pulled me in hurt slightly but I was a happy man nonetheless.

Maybe both of us had an affectionate moment on our mind. One could never tell.

***Hmm, another plot bunny is brewing. Hope you liked that little fic.

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Live and Learn

2012-01-26T06:00:00.001-06:00

Good morning.

Another Thursday post here with me, Sharita. Today, I wanted to express how I’ve learned something new while being a new author to this genre. I’ve always been one of those people who feel that you can never stop learning anything regardless of how old you are. I appreciate when someone can set me straight and tell me if my thinking might not necessarily be correct.

With being an author, in my opinion, this is especially important when writing outside of what you already know. I’m a female writing in the m/m romance genre so in reading other authors and “listening” to what gay male writers have said on, for example Facebook, I like to pay attention to what’s been discussed and learn from it.

So what have I learned? The biggest differences between gay fiction and romance. What is it? Gay fiction is stories by gay males who write about their experiences in coming out or any growing up, etc while m/m romance or m/m in general is more about the relationship side and can include anyone writing about those situations. Also, this can encompasses genres like paranormal, urban fantasy, etc. Does that make sense? Maybe I didn’t say it right. Basically, I don’t write gay fiction but m/m which I have no problem with.

At first, I thought m/m was just a cutesy term that publishers use just so they don’t have to say gay but that’s not a fair statement. There is a big difference in those and while reading blogs from authors who’ve been in the genre a lot longer, I’ve picked up these ideas and emblazoned them in my brain. You may think I take issue with this but I truly don’t. I’ve never claimed to know it all and still won’t. Being a writer is about learning and growing so I’ll never know everything and I’m okay with that. In my opinion, if you don’t pick up things from your peers in regards to anything, you’re being stubborn. More so in writing, when tackling a genre such as m/m, you have to know what you’re talking about. What do I write; m/m romance and m/m erotica.

Okay! *smiles*

So, any other posts I’ve made about Call it what it is, Gay Male Fiction, scratch that. I write m/m romance/m/m erotica and I’m proud to say, I learned that from my gay male peers.

Thanks for setting me straight and hopefully I’ll continue to try improving at it.

Wow Wednesday Installment Number Forty Four

2012-01-25T08:00:00.000-06:00

Some very hot Cowboys await on Menspirations.

http://menspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/wow-wednesday-installment-number-forty_25.html

Michael Mandrake Post - Writing from the Muse

2012-01-23T07:00:00.001-06:00

I’m one of the muses that came from the wild imagination of this multi faceted author. Interestingly, I’m only one of three personalities that Sharita considers to be the voices who assist her as she writes stories of love and romance through many genres and subgenres. BLMorticia, just sat in this virtual chair yesterday.

Inside this black woman from Chicago, Illinois is a middle aged, gay white British male who tells tales of men in love as they struggle to gain acceptance among their families and peers. In most of my stories, the men are already comfortable in their own skin and no longer have the issues with the “coming out phase.” The characters in a Michael Mandrake story want love, open communication, commitment, and a healthy sex life. *grins* How they achieve this is all up to the plot Sharita and I come up with and most of the time, it takes them a while before they achieve this.

Why you ask? Well, Sharita and I love to torture our characters. In the first story we did, True Meaning of Love, it was sort of, for lack of a better word, incomplete. There was only one major scene where you got to view that struggle between London and Brandon from the sidelines. I assure you in its sequel you’ll see more since what we aim to achieve is taking our characters “through the wringer” before they get their desired result. Of course, that result is mind-blowing sex and mutual understanding. Now, it might take ten thousand words or more before they get that climax. And oh when they get that, they respond. Nothing is more satisfying than to see them in the afterglow and once they get done, they move on to a new challenge or the story will get ready to end.

What about our characters? They might be visually appealing to the eye but are severely flawed. Matthew in Only When I Lose Myself has Attention Deficit Disorder, his partner, Adrian, is a singer who in my editor’s words was a selfish git. He also had his own demons he was battling which would be the reason he had a shrink. That one psychiatrist was only one of the reasons they got together.

Another would be my doctor in new novella, Vertigo. Hayden Currie is a gorgeous man, tall, well-defined, and very rich but his need for the new and unique drives him literally mad and he desires a lover who will take him on an interesting ride. He finds him, a “shifter” by the name of David, who turns out to be more than a science experiment. When they finally find out things about one another, the union is bliss but to achieve it, one has to pay a hefty price.

Those are only three examples of the characters I create. Usually, the models are the beautiful men Sharita has found on the net or ones she admires from afar or is it the ones she obsesses over. *winks* The plots come from headlines, song titles and lyrics or any number of challenges she deals with in daily life. Whatever she’s infused her head with there most likely will be a story behind it. Why? Because me, BL, and Rawiya force her to have one. *giggles*

So in conclusion, I, one of the Sharita Lira muses, do exist in her head. Hopefully as we get better at honing our craft, I’ll be one of those that will become a well known name in romance erotica along with BL and Rawiya. That’s our ultimate goal and since we control Sharita or the head as we’ve aptly named her, we expect to achieve this sooner than later.

Vertigo Release Day!

2012-01-21T16:11:00.002-06:00

Buylink

After losing his lover to mental disorder, Dr. Hayden Curry throws himself into work, silently wishing he could experience something extraordinary in love. He finds his match in David, a creature Hayden revives after discovering him and hauling him back to his lab. Upon awakening, David asks Dr. Hayden’s help in discovering more about himself. Hayden agrees but senses secrets in David. Will he get to the bottom of things and be able to continue the special relationship he and David have, or will the secrets that come forward tear them apart?

Before I went to my haven, I glanced outside my window. Outside, the rainfall reduced to a drizzle, coupled by slow moving clouds over the moonlight. The trees blew after only a few gusts of winds, ripped the leaves off and made quite a mess on the grass underneath.

These would be the nights I would cherish with him most. After relishing in the afterglows of new inventions and glasses of wine, there were mind blowing affections to follow.

Such a good lover…

Once I got to my place of work, I immediately began searching for the vials I had for the latest concoction. When I did not see them, I lost my head rather quickly.

“Where on God’s green earth,” I screamed and walked from one end of my laboratory to the other. "Where are those samples I just had? Libertina!"

Immediately, the pale and slim maiden with dark hair ran to my aid.

"Yes sir, have you lost something again, sir?"

"I have Libertina. The tubes I examined the night before. They seemed to…oh."

Within moments, my dearest uncovered the missing necessities I searched for, right underneath my novel, The Bounded Scientist.

I shrunk back and smiled wryly. "Thank you Libertina, ahem, that will be all my sweet."

"Yes sir, if there is anything you need, I'll be tending to your clothes, sir." Quickly, she curtsied and scurried off, closing the door behind her.

Ah, what a fine young maiden I have. If I were more attracted to the ladies, then I might give her go, but only gentlemen tickled my fancy these days.

I could not be that upset even in this pitiful state. Not that many people understood me when they came to know me. Throughout the years, many thought they should have thrown me in the local mental ward because of the ideas I'd had.

Nevertheless, my determination and visions had made me one of the most recognizable names in London, apart from the fact I inherited my father's large fortune.

Still, even with all the money and notoriety, I had always felt something was missing from my life. I longed for something new to happen. Whether it was a new discovery or invention it had to be different from what I had already seen.

I looked at the experiment I had been working on for seemingly weeks in disgust. Things hadn’t been the same anyway since Lawrence departed but I was determined to move on with my life’s work despite what happened to him. I had to hold on to the hope he would return.

After around the fifteenth trial of not receiving my desired result, I retreated to my bedroom to sleep. Unlike times before, I decided not to read before bed but instead lay there until my eyes got too heavy.

I hoped the nightmares would not start again since after they occurred I stayed awake staring at the ceilings of my room, often needing a drink of the alcoholic variety to put me to rest. I felt myself becoming rather dependent on the beverages. Certainly, doing this sort of thing would cloud my senses and not allow me to function properly. Many men of science I knew had become like this and I refused to become one of them.

I’ll never.

I always reassured myself that I wouldn’t continue to down this dangerous path, however, everyday, being alone with only yourself to talk with could be a detriment to one’s mental state.

Although fully capable of doing everyday things, I’d come to accept that I was different. After all, for one, I wasn’t attracted to women. Two, I enjoyed reading more than being outside playing in games.

In fact my mom would frequently say that she wished I’d be like “normal” boys and go play ball instead of reading. This from the same woman who didn’t know how to read until after she birthed me. With the help of my caregiver, I taught myself how to read the written word thus showed my mum in the process. Still, even afterwards, she didn’t consider it as an important skill. “I’ve always had people to do things like read for me,” she said, giving illiteracy credence. Totally absurd but true.

If I wasn’t able to read and learn I might die.

Such is true of me, Doctor Hayden Curry. I preferred to have my mind stimulated before anything else. This isn’t saying that I didn’t enjoy the sins of the flesh because I did, but, books were like gold to me, more important than any penny I owned. I’d inherited most of it which allowed me to live the lavish lifestyle and work on experiments instead of seeing patients to cure their ailments. I wasn’t interested in short term solutions anyway. I wanted results that could change the world and mankind forever.

Hope you like it if you decide to give it a try.

I'll be giving away a few copies on the blog tour.

VERTIGO Book tour

2012-01-20T18:06:00.003-06:00

My new book Vertigo will go on a 7 day book tour Feb 1st thru 8th. On the 9th I'll be at TRS as well promoing that and the next books, Under the Gun and True Meaning 2.

I almost have all the stops confirmed. There's one more and once that's filled I'll post my stops.

The book shall be released hopefully before that date.

I'll be giving away copies of the book, The Power of Muse and Inspiration, as well as a
$25 GC from Amazon.

UPDATE

Dates have been booked

Feb 1 Top2Bottom
Feb 2 SweetNSexyDivas
Feb 3 Lucy Felthouse
Feb 4 Dawn Roberto
Feb 5 Goddess Fish
Feb 6 Its Raining Men
Feb 7 Sex Marks the GSpot
Feb 8 The Rainbow Studio
Feb 9 LAST CHANCE TRS and Winners Announced

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Friday Read Out in Left Field

2012-01-20T06:00:00.002-06:00

Morning! Here is the end of my free read. I hope you enjoyed it!

*smiles* Next week I'll need to come up with another story. ;)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Chapter Nine

After practice, I sat by my locker thinking what I should do.

I knew I didn’t want to admit being bisexual and I needed to keep my longing for Nathaniel under control, but how?

After only one night, I was starting to feel different. My want for Nathaniel was turning into need really fast.

As much as I wanted to deny my desires, all I could think about was that time we spent in bed. How good his body felt next to mine. The snogging, kissing.

“Mmmhhh…” I breathed while closing my eyes, envisioning it.

“Madden, earth to Roger. Did you have plans this evening?” My eyes were still closed as heard Nathaniel waltz in.

“No I didn’t, anything you had in mind?” I opened my eyes before standing up in front of him.

“Well, yeah. I thought you might want to come back over and have a few bitters or…” Nathaniel smiled wryly as I walked closer.

“Yeah I’d like that a lot actually.” I took his hand pulling him close to me.

Fuck, I need this, now!

“Ah Roger, I knew you’d see it my way.” As soon as he finished speaking, I took his lips into my own forcing my tongue into his mouth.

“Mmmhhh…,” I moaned while he dropped my towel then his to the floor.

I put my hands on his shoulders making my way down to his tight ass.

“Roger…,” he whispered.

Nathaniel caressed my buttocks while flicking his tongue on my teeth.

“Nat, tell me you want this, now yeah,” I released his hips to reach inside my bag for the necessities.

“Yes Roger, now baby,” he growled while he sat on the bench.

I can’t live without him or this.

Once I gazed into those beautiful browns, he reached for my cock. I stood straight up so he could easily take it all.

“Mmm, Roger. I knew this would be a lot more fun, huh?” He chuckled before grinding his face into my crotch.

“Oh Nat, sh…i…ttt…FUCK,” I screamed as his nose nuzzled my jewels.

“Mmm…” he hummed while sucking my dick, invoking the pre cum out the mushroom head.

“Ooh…Naaattt…” I breathed as he slurped me dry.

As he continued to engulf me, he placed my hand atop his hair. Instinctively, I pressed his head in further suffocating him with the hard flesh between my legs. Wrapped tightly was his mouth around it causing the fluids in my groin to build.

“Shit…oohhh...baby,” I forced his head to move on my length.

Slowly he rose, looking into my eyes. While licking his lips, “Mmm Roger, come for me love, now baby.” Again, he kissed me before swallowing me whole.

“Uh…oh God, I’m ohhh…” I moaned, as I could no longer hold on.

Once more, I rested my palm on his head pulling him into me. “Oh Nat…FUCK yess!”

Within seconds, I flooded his mouth with my natural wine.

“Mmm, that was good. Roger as much as I want this now, let’s go yeah?”

He was right, why get caught doing this in the locker room? We’d never be able to live that down.

After locking lips with him once again, I put the necessities back in my bag. I sprinted over to my locker grabbing my clothes.

While I dressed, Nathaniel gave me looks that made me want to jump him.

“Stop that Nathaniel or I’ll tackle you right here and now.” I zipped my fly.

Amused, he chuckled as he slipped into his shoes. “That’s what I want you to do, Madden. I can’t wait till we get back to the flat!”

Once we finished, we ran out to our respected cars.

God’s I want him.

In a hurry, I drove out behind him to his place. Never had I been in such a rush to have sex with someone. The fact it was another man sort of scared me. However, it didn’t make me change my mind. Although I still had my reservations about this, I wanted nothing more than to have Nathaniel Terry’s ass tightly wrapped around my shaft.

I desired to be closer than we’d ever been.

Friends, teammates, lovers both out in left field.

END

Welcome CR Guiliano

2012-01-19T06:00:00.003-06:00

Greetings! Welcome to Michael's. Today I have on CR Guiliano for an interview today. Please enjoy our fun sitdown!

How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing since I was a child. Silly stories about knights, dragons and princesses. Then poems in junior high and high school. Even had one published. Had to take a break from writing after getting married and raising kids. Have been seriously writing (and publishing) for about a year and a half now.

Before you started, had you done any fan fiction? If so, what fandom?

I sure did. Was a member of 8 fan websites, moderator of one and owner of one. All roleplaying based on Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern.

Are you in agreement that writing fan fiction is a great way to practice ones craft, why or why not?

I completely agree. Because you are, essentially, playing a character (completely first person) and have to ‘become’ that character, it gives you room to be detailed and grow as a writer. I know my fan fiction helped hone my skills as a writer.

What is your opinion on the “chicks with dicks” analogy? In your opinion, is it wrong for your males to be emotional or romantic?

Good question. I’ve read so many different opinions on this subject. I, personally, don’t think it’s wrong for my male characters to be emotional or romantic. They are human after all. All humans have emotions, whether they show them or not. Men are no different. And if a straight man can be romantic with a woman he cares for, why not a gay man?

Your first published book?

A Mechanic’s Dream – The main characters, Croy and Kagan, will forever hold a special place in my heart. They also are in the rest of the series as well.

I’m of the opinion that erotica doesn’t have to be real all the time to make a good story, what are your thoughts?

That’s a tough question. I’ve been given advice to make my stories as lifelike as possible. But it is fiction after all. So, some of my stories might seem a bit ‘out there’, but I try to make the situations as close to realistic as possible. Yes, love/lust at first sight is rare, but it does happen, so I try to make it seem plausible is an example

Who are the authors that you look up to?

*blushes* I couldn’t possibly name them all. There are too many. I adore my fellow erotic authors.

What books are you reading at the moment? It’s okay to give a fellow author a plug!

Right now, I am in the middle of An Unsettled Range by Andrew Grey. The third in his Stories from the Range series. And yes, a shameless plug, I love his cowboys and their lives. J

When creating your characters, do you have models in mind or are they totally fictional?

I have a mixture of both. I have to discipline myself, because I’m partial to dark hair and light eyes (especially green), so have to consciously make characters with different looks, and make sure I include faults, quirks, and imperfections.

*Do you believe it’s important for you to know the gender of the author?

No, I don’t believe it’s necessary. A good author, whether male or female, is just that, good. I’m a female author writing m/m erotica. Does that mean I’m less able to understand the male psyche? No. I may have to research more, ask questions, but the bottom line is to entertain, not dissect what men do and how they act.

What are your thoughts on the fact that some gay male writers discriminate against women?

That is a soapbox question for me. It’s all over the news, and in most media that no one should be discriminating against the gay community. Why then, would I tolerate being discriminated against by that same community? No, I’m not a gay man, but that shouldn’t be the basis for discrimination against what I write.

What is your stance on issues in society like same sex marriage, DOMA, etc?

Oh, yeah, an easy question. My stance is simple. Society needs to get its head out of its ass and treat everyone, no matter their race, religion or sexual orientation as equals. Not rights, but EQUALS. Example, it’s not ‘gay’ marriage that should be an issue, but marriage for all, regardless of gender.

Do you feel authors should be held responsible for the covers or pictures they post on FB or other social media sites? Why or Why not?

I’m not sure that they should be held accountable. It’s a cover. If it becomes an issue, then we, as a society, have slipped back into the realm of book banning. Books that were banned years ago, no one blinks an eye about now. So, covers should be considered along the same lines. It’s a picture. What damage can a picture do?

As an m/m romance author or gay fiction author, should there be more m/m or gay YA novels?

Why or why not?

I do believe there should be more YA novels. After all, most people struggling with coming out and their confused emotions are teenagers. Yes, people come out in all age groups, but teenagers are already dealing with hormones, independence issues, life pressures (like college) and peer pressure. If there were more m/m or gay YA novels, there would at least be an outlet for them. I also believe that sex education should cover ALL types of sexual contact, not just m/f which is perceived as ‘normal’. (Psst, I have a character in a WIP that is challenging that neglect).

As an m/m romance or gay fiction writer, what stereotype of gay men bothers you the most?

Another easy question. I think what bothers me the most is that, stereotypically, gay men are perceived as less than a man. Really? On what grounds? They have the right parts, therefore, they are men! Just because they are attracted to the same gender does not make them any less a man than a straight one. In all honesty? It makes them more of a man, because they prefer men.

Your favorite gay celeb?

I would think I’d say Neil Patrick Harris. The man is bright, funny, talented and out. He has not let his orientation stop him from being a success. I, personally, think he has paved the way for many gay celebrities.

Do you feel that celebs who are gay or bi should come out the closet?

That is absolutely not for me to say. That is very much a personal choice. I am not them. I don’t have their life or challenges. Do I think they should be true to themselves, yes. Do I think they should be happy, of course. I think they should do what is right for them.

For the men in your books, commando or underwear?

Ok, *blushes* ‘most’ of my men go commando and the ones that don’t generally wear boxer-briefs. I think going commando is very sexy and if they ‘have’ to wear underwear, then by all means, boxer-briefs because they hug the package so well. lol

Favorite character in one of your books?

Kirk Matheson from Unlawful Protection which is a WIP at this time. Kirk has ended up with depth that surprised me. He is blossoming into a very detailed and intriguing character.

Please give us your links to website, blogs etc as well as the cover of your latest book, blurb, excerpt and buylink.

Blog: http://crguiliano-author.blogspot.com/?zx=d3bf104f7108d87

Blurb for Phoenix: Thad’s world crumbled the night he said those three little words to his best friend, Haydin Rivers. But he couldn’t, wouldn’t take them back. His heart turned to ashes at the rejection of Haydin…and his own parents. Thad fled the small town of Maysville. He wouldn’t stay where he was not wanted. He made his way from Kentucky, across America to California.

Thirteen years later, Thad had to return to the town that caused him so much pain. A little sister waited for him, and unknown to him, so did Haydin. But Thad saw Haydin, the CEO of Thad’s father’s corporation, and more importantly, saw the lover now with Haydin. The ashes of Thad‘s heart burned painfully all over again.

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Haydin missed Thaddeus Carmichael. He knew he’d destroyed Thad when he’d rejected him…violently. But Haydin didn’t want to admit who he was. Wasn’t even sure who he was supposed to be. Thad made it easy…and hard, to be open and honest. Ten years later, Haydin finally came out of the closet and after another year, had a lover. A lover that was soon forgotten when Thad came back to town two years later.

Haydin had every intention of winning Thad’s heart again. Making it whole from the ashes he‘d created. Repairing the damage he’d done thirteen years ago. And this time around, he had help. Thad wasn’t the only one who returned to Maysville. Shea Rivers, Haydin’s brother returned too. And Shea was determined to have Thad’s little sister, Clarissa. Haylee, Haydin’s twin sister, the one person who’d been there through Haydin’s torturous journey to coming out, wanted her brother happy. And the only one who could make Haydin happy…was Thad.

Excerpt from Phoenix: Thad hung up with Stevie with the promise he’d call every day. A promise he knew he wouldn’t keep. He called his editor and was told to take his time and feel free to send in any juicy stories about small town life. He’d given a strained laughed and said he’d do what he could. Sandra was well aware he wouldn’t want to go, didn’t want to go. She’d heard enough from him about his distaste for Maysville over the last ten years working for her. He dug out his suitcase and began to pack, his mind sinking back to the night he’d left.

“You’re a fag? What the hell Thaddeus?!” Haydin yelled. Thad cringed at Haydin’s booming voice and the fact that Haydin never called him Thaddeus. “Son of a bitch! How could you do this to me? We’re best friends, and you go all queer on me!” Haydin continued. Thad had never seen Haydin so angry before. At least not directed at him. But it was the disgust and revulsion on Haydin’s face that ripped Thad’s heart into pieces. “I’m sorry, Haydin.” Thad said in a small voice. He reached towards his best friend, but Haydin jerked back, swung and hit Thad in the jaw with his fist, snapping Thad’s head to the side, knocking him to the ground and making Thad’s jaw bloom in pain. “Don’t touch me. Don’t ever touch me again!” Haydin said in a low voice and then whirled around and took off, leaving Thad alone in the high school football field where they’d been tossing a ball and sneaking a few beers. “Haydin!” Thad called, but Haydin never turned around. Thad was sick to his stomach as he felt the already bruising bone. He never should have revealed his feelings. Never should have told Haydin that he loved him. Now, he’d lost him forever.

Thad scuffled back home only to be confronted with both parents at the late hour. He was hurting and sick at heart and didn’t need this. “Jesus! I’m only an hour late! I’m eighteen. This is bullshit! I just got kicked to the curb for being in love with my best friend. I don’t need your crap on top of it!” Thad said, nearly screaming. It was the shocked look on his parent’s faces that made him realize what he’d just said. “Oh no.” he moaned, feeling even worse. “Thaddeus Sean Carmichael! Did you just tell us you are…homosexual?” Thad’s father said in a very controlled voice. Thad stared at his parents. Thad’s dad’s face was so ruddy, his eyes blazing, that for a minute, Thad was afraid he was going to get hit…again. Fearful, he turned to see the sad and disappointed look on his mother’s face. She didn’t look him in the eye, but instead looked up at his dad, shook her head and walked away. Thad turned back to his father. “You are no son of ours. You get your belongings together and get the hell out of my house!” His father snarled. Thad was stunned. He’d no idea his parents would react like that. Without a word he turned to go to his room and start packing. His eyes landed on a tiny little girl peeking around the hall. Clarissa. Her green eyes, exactly like his own, were round in fear. He started to go to her to comfort her when his mother came down the hall and scooped up Clarissa, holding her away from him as if he were diseased. That hurt more than his parent’s rejection. Hurt almost as much as losing Haydin. He would never do anything to hurt his baby sister. Hadn’t meant to hurt Haydin either. He couldn’t stop the tears that flowed as he shouldered his duffel bag and left his childhood home.

New Cover for VERTIGO!

2012-01-18T08:03:00.003-06:00

Greetings fans.

I'm excited to see my new book cover from my longest novella.

Vertigo, the long version of Longing for a Normal State has arrived.

Here is the blurb and my pub tells me it should be out by the end of the month or earlier.

These would be the nights I would cherish with him most. After relishing in the afterglows of new inventions and glasses of wine, there were mind blowing affections to follow.

Such a good lover…

Once I got to my place of work, I immediately began searching for the vials I had for the latest concoction. When I did not see them, I lost my head rather quickly.

“Where on God’s green earth,” I screamed and walked from one end of my laboratory to the other. "Where are those samples I just had? Libertina!"

Immediately, the pale and slim maiden with dark hair ran to my aid.

"Yes sir, have you lost something again, sir?"

"I have Libertina. The tubes I examined the night before. They seemed to…oh."

Within moments, my dearest uncovered the missing necessities I searched for, right underneath my novel, The Bounded Scientist.

I shrunk back and smiled wryly. "Thank you Libertina, ahem, that will be all my sweet."

"Yes sir, if there is anything you need, I'll be tending to your clothes, sir." Quickly, she curtsied and scurried off, closing the door behind her.

Ah, what a fine young maiden I have. If I were more attracted to the ladies, then I might give her go, but only gentlemen tickled my fancy these days.

Nevertheless, my determination and visions had made me one of the most recognizable names in London, apart from the fact I inherited my father's large fortune.

I’ll never.

I always reassured myself that I wouldn’t continue to down this dangerous path, however, everyday, being alone with only yourself to talk with could be a detriment to one’s mental state.

If I wasn’t able to read and learn I might die.

Will be at Sizzler and Amazon soon!

Wow Wednesday Installment Number Forty Three

2012-01-18T06:00:00.002-06:00

Comment on today's hotties. Two of the world's most beautiful men

Andrei Andrei and Leo Corredor

Menspirations

Welcome Ellis Carrington

2012-01-16T06:00:00.002-06:00

Good morning!

Welcome to Michael's

Today, I'm happy to have Ellis Carrington on the blog today with an interview. Please enjoy our virtual chat!

How long have you been writing?

As I can remember, but mostly just the "for fun" kind like composing silly stories and poetry in English class because it was more fun than literary symbolism. As far as m/m goes, I only started a couple of years ago after I got a kindle for Christmas and I found Marie Sexton's Promises on Amazon. I fell in love with the genre immediately and it was off to the races from there.

What is your favorite subgenre to write?

I love paranormal that has a little urban fantasy mixed with it. I like the idea that mystical, magical, sensual creatures exist right under our noses that the rest of society manages to not quite be aware of. Lately I’ve also gotten into contemporary more, as well. The next thing after I finish my current project will be a contemporary novel.

What is your opinion on the “chicks with dicks” analogy? In your opinion, is it wrong for your males to be emotional or romantic?

I don’t claim to be an expert, but I don’t see it as necessarily being about men who are emotional or romantic. I think it’s about relationship dynamics that are realistic the way men would handle them. My husband is more emotional than I am. But even though he cries more than I do, he still tends to go into fix-it mode when there’s a problem. A woman, generally speaking, wants to talk things out. It’s probably a subjective term to some extent, but it’s also the reason I make sure to have male beta readers. I’ve never dated a guy as a guy. I try to compensate for that.

What books are you reading at the moment? It’s okay to give a fellow author a plug!

I just finished Take Me Home by Sloan Parker and am getting ready to start it all over again, because I can never read her books only once. The sex scenes are hot, the emotions are raw, and then she always throws in a good suspenseful plot to keep things interesting. I really enjoy her writing.

What are you working on now?

Right now, I am wrapping up edits on a Valentine's Day boy-meets-vampire novella called Immortal Valentine.

If you write gay romance or erotica, just how descriptive are your in their sex scenes?

I definitely classify what I write as erotic romance. The story focuses on the romantic journey between the two characters, and there’s always a happy ending. I also write very explicit love scenes.

What is your opinion as to why publishers only want to group all manlove stories under erotica? Do you feel this is a hindrance to our genre?

I suspect they file it that way because gay sex is still seen by many as something naughty and taboo. I do think this does a disservice to our genre. Among other things, it is a very basic inaccuracy in labeling. I can write a gay romance that isn't erotic, for one thing. Erotica focuses primarily on sex, whereas in a romance the focus on the love story between the. In romance the sex, regardless of heat level, should only be there if it is key to moving the plot along. There must be a happy ending, which is why I write romance and why I read it. Not so, with erotica.

*What is your opinion about some review sites not accepting m/m books?

It’s a bummer, but they’re free to review or not review any book they choose. I don’t want a site to review m/m if their reviewers aren’t fans of the genre, because that’s going to result in a poor rating no matter how well the book is plotted, or how strong the writer’s voice.

*Your favorite gay fiction author not m/m romance writer.

David Pratt! His Bob the Book will truly change the way you think about what you keep on your shelves. Although, he is a very cerebral writer of gay literary fiction, his book has romantic elements story lines. You can't really get me away from romance.

*As an m/m romance author or gay fiction author, should there be more m/m or gay YA novels? Why or why not?

I absolutely applaud people who are lead to write YA, and I think that books geared toward gay teens—especially ones with a happy ending—are definitely a good thing.

Fun questions pick at least 3

*Your favorite gay celeb?

Adam Lambert. Say what you will, the glitter totally works for me.

*Are you tired of Lady Gaga yet?

I actually kind of dig Gaga. I’d kill for those legs of hers.

If you’ve watched gay porn, tell me your favorite movie and or star.

The one porn star who stands out for me is Chad Brock. I love his eyes. And uh…the rest of him isn’t too bad either.

Please give us your links to website, blogs etc as well as the cover of your latest book, blurb, excerpt and buylink.

You can find me at EllisCarrington.com, on Facebook, or on Twitter.

My latest is a contemporary short story from Dreamspinner Press called Feeling Neighborly:

Teagan Matthews is thrilled to discover his new townhouse comes complete with a sexy new neighbor, but plans go south when Teagan realizes that Matt has a child. While that’s normally a dealbreaker for Teagan, his conviction wavers when he and Matt have a run-in that turns hot and steamy. After a sweaty one-night stand, Teagan and Matt agree to be just friends…with benefits. Over time, hanging out turns into occasional dinners that kind of seem like dates, and soon friends-with-benefits is starting to feel an awful lot like… a relationship.

Thank you for being a guest on Tabooindeed or IRM!

Thank you for having me!

Saturday Sips - Under the Gun

2012-01-14T06:00:00.001-06:00

Greetings fans!

Welcome to the Saturday Sips, actually a day late but hey, we stay busy.

Only me and Rawiya are sipping this week.

She just got done with first draft of her longest book, Smooth like Latte and I am about to finish Under the Gun for NBP.

To look at the synopsis, please click here

Here is another excerpt

Subject to change due to edits

It had been two weeks since they sent Malik home on general discharge under the DADT policy that should’ve been demolished, but since the government took their own sweet time fully abolishing it his drill sergeant got what he’d wanted.

In all reality, the guy feared for his job. He not only hated that Malik was gay but also that he was so good at being a soldier. Malik had passed every test with flying colors and well on his way to being promoted. Now, because of what had happened, he wouldn’t be able to fulfill his dream of being a high ranking officer. Doing right was only good for one thing. They couldn’t discharge him dishonorably which meant he wouldn’t lose most benefits. He just wouldn’t be able to serve. There was a silver lining to this though. He’d be able to pursue the alternate career of being in law enforcement or a private investigator. At least he’d be able to have access to a gun. That remained rather important to him since he loved the feel of steel in his hands.

Because he hadn’t found work yet, he had to move in with his parents who weren’t happy about his discharge but were relived he wasn’t deployed. Still, they made sure they let him know that his “choice” to be a gay man was a detriment to him and he should shed his devilish ways in order to be the son they expected him to be.

These fourteen days had been hellish too. Malik couldn’t wait to get his own place in San Diego or another part of California. He had money saved but not enough to move to San Fran so he preferred to at least stay with his folks till he found employment. He hoped the discharge wouldn’t be an issue. He’d been talking to his lawyer and he promised him that if it did, there would be a call to Malik’s old superiors.

After he finished folding his laundry, he thought about going somewhere to let off some steam and get all the violent thoughts out of his head.

Why not a trip to the range?

He could pretend the targets were those idiots that beat that kid and his old drill sergeant. Why not? Who would that harm? It’s the safest way to let out some aggression without landing in jail.

Just as he was about to leave his room, his mother came in. “Son, why don’t you come to bible study with me today? It might do you some good?” She stood by the door and held tightly to her purse.

Malik sighed and shook his head. He really did love his mother but the last place he needed to be was at a bible study. He cleared his throat. “Mom, I’m on my way somewhere to get a clear head. Maybe I’ll join you the next time you go okay, just not today.”

“That’s what you said last week, Malik and the week before that,” She interrupted and tilted her head. Mrs. Day stared him down.

“Mom, really, I don’t wanna-”

“Malik, you listen to me. If you would care more about your religion, you wouldn’t be in this kind of situation in the first place. You need to start puttin’ God first in your life. Bein’-” she stopped and stuttered. “Desiring a man is against God’s word. You don’t wanna go to hell do you?”

Malik rolled his eyes. He had answers for that but she was up in age and he didn’t want to cause a heart attack. He bit his lip and shifted weight onto his left foot. “Mom, please don’t lecture me. I was born this way, okay? I love men, I never will…”

“Don’t…don’t…” Mrs. Day closed her eyes and put up her hands. “I don’t wanna hear those words in my house. It ain’t right, Malik. That is the choice you made and…I mean, you never tried to look for a woman.”

“Mom, I’m not attracted to women. Never have been. Listen, mother, with all due respect, I was born this way and my choice to act on it. I could’ve stayed closeted but why hide who I am in order to make you or Dad happy? If God’s gonna judge me because I like to lie with other men then so be it. For now,” he grabbed his keys for the rental car, “I’m gonna live my life the way I want to. Bye Ma.” He walked passed her and out the door.

“Malik! Malik, you come back here!” She yelled from atop the staircase.

Former Lieutenant Day didn’t bother to turn around. He’d never just flat out ignored his mother until today but he felt this to be as good of a day as ever. She got on his nerves and if he would’ve stayed there, it would’ve been an argument. Malik blew raspberries after he closed the car door. “Fuck… I need a drink but to the range first to let out some mad energy.”

Hope you enjoyed. Look for it to come out in March.

Please check out Rawiya's Sip

Friday Read Out in Left Field

2012-01-13T06:00:00.002-06:00

Good morning! We're almost done with the Out in Left Field Friday read. This means I'll need to write something new. I'm up to the challenge.

Anyway, here it goes, some more of my small serial read.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Part Seven

Chapter Eight

The rest of that day, we stayed in bed watching tv, talking, and shagging. Although I still wasn’t all the way comfortable with the idea of being with him, I gave in because again, I realized how much I liked our experience.

The morning after, the team met for breakfast. Nathaniel and I sat on either side of Charlie, who was telling jokes at that moment.

While we ate, I kept looking over at Nathaniel who was biting down into a muffin when he caught my gaze.

Shit, what the hell has come over me?

Wryly, he smiled then winked. Even though I said I didn’t want to revisit our lovemaking, that second I desired that tight ass around my dick.

As I gulped down the last bit of coffee in my mug, my thoughts drifted to our session the day before. How good the sex felt each, and every time we did it, I'd lost count by nightfall.

He made me scream out his name repeatedly. Especially when he took my cock into his mouth. Damn he was so good at that. His mouth tightly wrapped around my shaft.

Again, I gawked over at him drinking some juice. He found me looking at him once more and intentionally let a drop run from the side of his mouth.

God’s he’s torturing me. He’ll make me eat my words about not wanting anything more.

Charlie stopped eating and looked at me. “What on earth are you staring at Madden?”

Embarrassed, I put my head down. “Aw nothin’ just erm…just the watermelon on the table, it looks a little rotten.”

That was the first thing I could think of since it sat directly in front of Nathaniel.

Charlie snickered while picking up a piece. “Madden, it looks fine to me. Looks to me that you were givin’ an eye to Terry over ‘ere.”

Yeah I am, I can’t help myself.

The table jeered as Charlie turned towards Nathaniel. “What’s goin’ on between you two?”

“Nothin’ Charlie.” Nathaniel glared at Charlie while taking a piece of toast biting into it quickly.

I cleared my throat before gulping down a glass of orange juice.

Everyone was eerily quiet since Charlie asked the question.

This is what I was afraid of.

Exactly the reason why I didn’t want to continue this “thing” we had. I was starting to become drawn to Nat. I wanted him more than any female at this point.

“Right you two, I’m thinkin’ you had somethin’ goin’ on. You know in the campy sense, but if you say it’s not the case…then so be it.” Charlie sipped some of his coffee.

Campy indeed, more like bender.

I couldn’t believe I was feeling this way. I’m straight. I like girls. I just wanted that moment with Nathaniel. That’s all.

Now, it seemed I wanted more and it showed on my face.

Enjoying Short Stories

2012-01-12T07:00:00.001-06:00

Michael's first book, True Meaning

When you read something new, do you have a preference for short or long stories? I know sometimes when I read, I like a short and tantalizing read to enjoy before bed. Or maybe when you’re traveling and are on public transportation, in a cab, or just relaxing in your room you might pick up something short.

For writers, a lot of them are short story artists, sometimes never going over a certain word count or if they do write a long novel length it isn’t very often. Besides that, perhaps the author is a newbie and still developing their craft. That’s where you’d put me and the fellow muses.

As we learn more from editors and fellow writers all the releases have either been in an anthology with other authors or short stories below one hundred pages. Is there anything wrong with this? In my opinion, no. When sitting down to write a story especially when you’re a panster, the characters might only have so much to tell. Other times however, the story needed more and we didn’t recognize till after it was done.

I know this has happened to other writers too and they've either decided to feed their muse or characters with a full book like Michael is doing with True Meaning of Love and Vertigo or you can turn it into a series like what BL is doing in You Don’t Ask. Hers has more characters though that all have their own stories. Sure that might’ve been able to be released all in one book but something tells me it works better as standalones.

Either way, the author must do the job to tell the complete story. Did the characters achieve their goal and did we satisfy them and the person who might read it. Hopefully so with whatever way we decided to write the story.

Still, I enjoy a quick read especially a collection of them to find authors I’m not familiar with. Is there any shorts under 100 pages you’ve enjoyed. Leave your thoughts.

Wow Wednesday Installment Number Forty Two

2012-01-11T07:47:00.000-06:00

Inspired by my friend Jade, manlove in Black and White!

Welcome Kharisma Rayne

2012-01-10T06:00:00.000-06:00

Good morning! Welcome to Michael's where I'm happy to have on my boss at No Boundaries Press who is also a writer herself, Kharisma Rayne. *nervous* Anyway, she has a hot book coming out and she'd here to sit down with me.

Please enjoy this interview!

What made you decide that you wanted to put yourself out there to publish? I’m not really sure. I’d been writing forever and always enjoyed it. One day I just took something I had and sent it off to several publishers (assuming everyone would say no).

Would you ever write a hetero romance? Yes. Why or why not? Because I have (and do) :D I love writing and reading everything. I just can’t seem to restrict my imagination to one genre.

What is your opinion on the “chicks with dicks” analogy? In your opinion, is it wrong for your males to be emotional or romantic? I like my men to be men. Most aren’t overly mushy or romantic, but it does come out here and there. After all, everyone seems to enjoy the love at first sight or the *earth moved when he saw “other character name”*

I’m of the opinion that erotica doesn’t have to be real all the time to make a good story, what are your thoughts? I agree. Sometimes imagination is the best way. Besides, we all want to escape reality now and then. Vampires and Shapeshifters, etc – give us that option, with ideas of men we normally wouldn’t find at the grocery store.

What are you working on now? I think the easier question is what am I not? I have several series’ that are m/f that I’m working on. Several that are m/m, one that is fmm and still others that will combine a lot of m/f with a lot of m/m within the same work (as well as also including mfffff and so on).They cover all the genres too (well, all right, maybe not all of them)…contemporary, Viking, Highlander, Native American and so on. Some are erotic, some are romance, some are BDSM :D

When creating your characters, do you have models in mind or are they totally fictional? Generally mine are totally fictional. I get this idea in my mind on who they are, what they do, how they look. Then I have a very difficult time straying from the image in my mind (as generally there’s no 100% fitting cover model)

Do you believe it’s important for you to know the gender of the author? No, if I like the writing, I don’t care if a purple, pink and orange mutant with 13 horns wrote it.

(If female)As a fellow fem in the genre, what is your stance on the difference between male and female gay writers? I really don’t think there is one. I think it’s the writing, the style and the quality that speaks more than if the person writing it is male or female.

*What is your stance on issues in society like same sex marriage, DOMA, etc? I fully back anything that doesn’t harm anyone else (or that’s illegal). Happiness is so hard to find. If you are lucky enough to find it…you should be able to express it (marriage, etc).

*As an m/m romance author or gay fiction author, should there be more m/m or gay YA novels? Why or why not? Yes, there should be. Avoiding it won’t fix any issues they think they’re fixing. People are who they are. No Boundaries Press is bringing a YA Gay line that they hope becomes active. Teens already have so much to deal with. These books may assist them in being comfortable with who they are.

*As an m/m romance or gay fiction writer, what stereotype of gay men bothers you the most? That they can “fix” themselves and become “straight.”

Fun questions pick at least 3

Do you feel that celebs who are gay or bi should come out the closet? They should be out of the closet. There’s no need, celeb or not, to have to hide who you really are.

*Are you tired of Lady Gaga yet? Yes, yes, yes, yes. Did I say yes?

For the men in your books, commando or underwear? Underwear

Favorite character in one of your books? Kieran. He tries so hard to make everyone else happy that he eventually needs to escape everyone. Some days, I can totally relate.

Website: http://www.kharismarhayne.com/

Blog: http://kharismarhaynebooks.blogspot.com/

Buy Link: (don’t have the direct link until it’s released in Jan): http://noboundariespressstore.com/

Blurb:

Nigel is a professional sports player with a wonderful boyfriend at home. Their sex is always hot and Lance is always willing to do whatever it takes to keep Nigel happy. But, what has Nigel been hiding?

Excerpt:

He grabbed Lance’s arm, “Lance, come on. Let’s just try to enjoy the rest of our day.” He let his other hand slide down his back and onto his ass.

As much as Lance tried not to respond, he knew fighting it was useless. Every time Nigel touched him his mind turned into much and his cock got hard. All he could think about was having him.

Giving in, he pushed himself against Nigel, feeling his arousal against his own. He heard a gasp as Nigel leaned over and brushed his lips against his. Realizing it was him that made the sound he knew, without a doubt, their conversation was over.

As Nigel felt Lance’s body relax, he knew they could enjoy the rest of their day. They could now enjoy each other.

It felt like forever had passed since they were in each other’s arms last night. Surprisingly, the longer they were together, nothing ever got old. Everything stayed new. Nigel desired Lance as much now as he did the first day they met.

Reaching to the back of his shirt, Nigel pulled it over his head and let it fall to the floor.

Instantly Lance latched onto a pierced nipple with his mouth. He loved Nigel’s bad boy look, the long hair, the pierced nipples and cock, the tattoos. It’s what made Nigel stand out. He had first been attracted to him when he saw the huge dragon tattoo that spanned across his back. Well, the muscles didn’t hurt anything either.

He ran his hand down Nigel’s muscular abs and heard him moan as his hand grazed the top of his cock. Urged on by the sound, Lance unfastened Nigel’s jeans, pulling them down as he dropped to his knees in front of him.

Welcome Ella Jade

2012-01-09T06:00:00.004-06:00

Morning! Welcome to Michaels!

Today, I'm happy to have Ella Jade here on my blog with an interview. Please enjoy our virtual sitdown.

How long have you been writing?

Probably all of my life. For as long as I can remember I've always had a pen and paper in my hand.

What made you decide that you wanted to put yourself out there to publish?

The characters and plots have always played out in my head but I never knew what to do with them. When I stumbled onto the eBooks industry, I figured, why not try it?

Before you started, had you done any fanfiction? If so, what fandom? Yes, I came from the Twilight Fandom. I was an alternate shipper though, mainly Jasper/Bella.

Are you in agreement that writing fanfiction is a great way to practice ones craft, why or why not?

Yes, I personally leaned so much about my writing during the years I wrote fanfiction. Writing in that forum, learning to take constructive criticism and making the on-line friends I did gave me the courage to branch out.

Since you write, m/m, m/f, do you find it difficult to switch back and forth?

I've only written one m/m and I almost didn’t go through with it because I was afraid I only knew how to write m/f. Once I got out of my own way, I figured it out. My next three pieces are m/f, so I haven't had any issues with switching back.

Is there one genre you haven’t tried that you see yourself doing in the future?

I'm embarking on a ménage story. Hopefully it goes as well as it sounds in my headJ

What is your opinion on the “chicks with dicks” analogy? In your opinion, is it wrong for your males to be emotional or romantic?

I like a strong, hot domineering hero most days, but I also like to see him tap into that softer, emotional side. I like a character who can grow and develop throughout the story.

Your first published book?

Jocelyn's Choice – its categorized as YA, but it has some steam. I think it's really marketed for the 18-24 crowds.

I’m of the opinion that erotica doesn’t have to be real all the time to make a good story, what are your thoughts?

I agree. I read and write to get lost for a few hours a day. There's enough "real" in my own life, so if the HEA is too sweet and unrealistic sometimes, I don't mind. I want to be left feeling satisfied and happy.

What are you working on now?

I try to write one story at a time, but lately that doesn't seem to be happening. Too many plot bunnies hopping around. But, a short contemporary, light BDSM popped into my head the other day, so I'm focusing on that right now. It's called Make Me Stay.

When creating your characters, do you have models in mind or are they totally fictional?

Totally fictional. I know what they look like, but I don't really base them off anyone. Most times I'm thrilled when I get the cover art because then I have a face. Lol

If you write gay romance or erotica, just how descriptive are your in their sex scenes?

Well, because I'm not a gay male, that was part of my fear of pulling off an erotic gay book. I researched as much as I could, but at the end of the day I had to use my imagination. I wanted the scenes to be erotic, but I also wanted an emotional connection between my two characters. I wanted the love to come through.

Recently, a writer sabotaged her career by answering a bad review on a blog. How would you have handled this and do you think authors should answer their reviews?

Reviews can be tough. I'm extremely sensitive so I stress over them much more than I probably should. I try to remember that a review is an opinion and not everyone is going to like everything. I can't speak for every writer, but I don't answer back. I respect people's opinions and try to move forward. I'm appreciative for the opportunity I have of getting my work out there. And reviews, good or bad, come with the territory.

Do you think it’s important as a writer of both to do your research on the genre you are least familiar with?

Yes, imagination can only get you so far. I'm not saying you have to be an expert on every subject, but knowledge is good.

What do you enjoy most about writing in the genre you don’t do as often? Ex if an m/f writer, would do you like about m/m?

I loved the characters I created in my m/m Embracing the Unexpected. Jace is openly gay and Parker has always been straight. So when he develops feelings for Jace he doesn't get it. I enjoyed being able to explore those particular feelings.

Do you write under a different pename because you switch?

No, I kept the same pen name. Maybe down the line, if I choose to do sweeter romances, I may use my real name, but right now my next few stories are all of the erotic nature.

What’s it like talking to family or friends about writing romance and or erotica?

I don’t usually broadcast it. They know what I do, but most of my friends and family don't read my work and I'm fine with that.

Have you ever thought about doing a ménage story? If so tell us why and your idea?

Why yes, lol, I'm working on a vampire/human m/m/f. It's in the early stages, but I like where I'm going with it. It's a very erotic, sensual story with a deep emotional vibe throughout. It's called True Companions.

For you, what works in promotions?

I try to get my name out there as much as I can. I'm still new to the industry, so it’s a slow process, but I think with some patience and persistence I'll figure it out.

What promotional methods work best for you?

I'm thinking visiting different blogs, participating in blog hops and stopping by chats on various groups help to pick up new readers. I've also done two blog tours through a PR company.

Do you think we should be held accountable for the pictures and or covers we post on social media ie Facebook when we promo? Why or why not?

Yes, I think we should be responsible for our content. We are in the business of promoting erotic material, but I think we can try to tone it down for places like FB where an underage reader could stumble upon our stuff. (That's the mom in me). But, on a blog or a site that specifically states they are an 18+ site shouldn't have to worry about content.

Do you have any advice you could give to new writers?

Don't give up and don't get discouraged. My favorite quote and I use it on my kids all the time is…

"Life will knock us down but we can choose to get back up." Mr. Han, The Karate Kid Movie 2010

Fun Questions

Boxers or Briefs? Briefs

What celebrity man or woman do you wish you could have but can’t? I'd feel like a cougar if I told you.

A perfect date with my husband…

The kids go to my mom's house once a month over night, so me and the Mister go out to dinner, and then we get to come home to a quiet house where no one interrupts us ;)

Give me a sweet romantic scene off the top of your head in 5 sentences or less.

The waves crashed along the shoreline as Josh gently kissed Miranda. She shivered under his touch as the cool night air swept over them. She'd waited months to be with him and now her wish was finally coming true. He was going to make her his.

The character in one of your books that you identify with?

Lilli from Passion's Pain (not yet contracted).

Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla

Bubble bath or shower? Hot, steamy shower

Lights on or off? Off

Favorite way to relax. Don’t say write! Going to the movies all by myself.

What is one sentence to sum up Ella Jade.

A shy, sensitive woman with an unbelievable imagination who has only just begun.

http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com

Embracing the Unexpected

http://beachwalkpress.com/embracing-the-unexpected/

Blurb…

Sometimes love can be found where we least expect it.
When Parker Phillips, a successful attorney, has a confrontation with his friend Ava's abusive boyfriend, he finds himself facing assault and battery charges, and he's ordered to attend an anger management course. Parker, who has never been attracted to a man, is drawn to Dr. Jace Cross, the psychiatrist leading the class. But how can that be, since Parker is straight?
Jace accepted the fact that he was gay many years ago, and he's comfortable in his sexuality, but he's been single for some time now. He throws himself into his work to fill the lonely void.
Although sparks fly whenever they're together, Parker's reluctant to embrace these feelings he has for another man.
Can the sexy doctor help him discover who he truly is?
Content Warning: Strong language, graphic sex

Excerpt…

How far was Jace willing to take this? He was comfortable in his sexuality and had known he was gay ever since high school. He had no problem exploring this relationship, but he wasn't sure what Parker wanted. Up until now, Jace only had relationships with men who were open with their sexuality. He'd never had to ask a potential partner if they were into men.
Jace sat on the edge of the chaise lounge, but never expected Parker to sit in the small space with him. He could have sat anywhere else in the room. That had to mean something, didn't it? They were close enough that their thighs were pressed against one another and their shoulders were touching. Parker had his hand in his lap, so Jace reached out and placed his hand on top of it. Parker looked down at their joined hands, and Jace could feel how tense his body was.
"Jace," he said. "This is all new to me."
"I know." He tilted Parker's chin up with his free hand. "But you can feel it."
He nodded and Jace felt a sense of relief. If Parker realized there could be something between them then that was half the battle.
"I've been trying to fight it all week," Parker said. "But when you're close to me, I forget why I'm trying to fight it."
"Maybe you should just go with what you're feeling." Jace wanted to encourage him, but he didn't want to push.
"I had a really good time tonight," Parker admitted. "And I want to see you again."
Jace leaned closer, never taking his eyes away from Parker's or removing his hand from his. He could feel Parker's warm breath on his mouth and his eyes looked so inviting.
"You're going to have to go slower than you're used to," Parker said.
"Slow can be good." Jace smiled as he brushed his lips against Parker's jaw, moving toward his mouth. Parker looked down and Jace sensed his embarrassment, but he couldn't help himself, so he slowly moved his lips against his. They were so soft and warm, and he wanted to explore more of him, but he didn't want to rush him.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had to deepen the kiss. He needed more, so he moved his hand over Parker's shoulder and up to the back of his head, pushing him closer to him as he slipped his tongue inside his mouth. Parker briefly reciprocated and Jace thought he'd blow his load from the taste of him, but then Parker pressed his hand against his chest and tried to push him away.
"I don't—" Parker was breathless, and although the man looked conflicted he didn't move his lips away from Jace's.
"You don't what?" Jace whispered against his mouth as he pressed his forehead to his and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"It's just different," Parker said. "But I like it." He shifted in his seat, and Jace knew exactly what he was feeling. He was sure Parker was just as hard as he was.
"Parker," he mumbled against his lips. "I'm willing to wait for you, so why don't you relax and let's see where this goes?"

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Saturday Sips - Vertigo - Michael Mandrake

2012-01-07T08:51:00.000-06:00

Good morning,

Welcome to the Saturday Sips

Today I'm presenting a little from my next novella, Vertigo which is the long version of the short on the Riding the Rocket anthology.

I sis a sip on it here before edits. Now that its gone through my editor and on to the proofreader, we have a much improved books.

Here is the blurb

After losing his lover to mental disorder, Dr. Hayden Curry throws himself into work, silently wishing he could experience something extraordinary in love. He finds his match in David, a creature Hayden revives after discovering him and hauling him back to his lab. Upon awakening, David asks Dr. Hayden’s help in discovering more about himself. Hayden agrees but senses secrets in David. Will he get to the bottom of things and be able to continue the special relationship he and David have, or will the secrets that come forward tear them apart?

Here is a little from the story

I’ll never.

I always reassured myself that I wouldn’t continue to down this dangerous path, however, everyday, being alone with only yourself to talk with could be a detriment to one’s mental state.

If I wasn’t able to read and learn I might die.

After removing my clothes, I moved the coverings on the bed and sat on the cottony mattress. I shivered and my toes curled at the feeling of the chill from the surface. Once I got situated, I diffused the gas light and turned onto my side. I closed my eyes tightly, attempting to forget my failed experiments and loneliness to get much needed rest.

Surely, they wouldn’t be moving alone without me. Sometimes I wished they would.

The following day, I dressed and ate, following the same routine until I strolled to my laboratory. As I suspected, my vials were still in the same place as my books as I’d left them. The place was slightly in disarray or an organized mess as I called it. Thankfully, Libertina always helped me with things like this since I wasn’t the tidiest person in the world. What on earth would I do without her?

I had mixed samples and looked over notes until the wee hours of the evening with no successful things to report. Just as I felt myself weary from the overanalyzing, that blasted thing called the telephone interrupted me.

"Dr. Hayden Curry here." I answered and wiped my brow with my handkerchief.

A person from the city morgue called and spoke of something I should come have a look at in Tralfalgar.

I placed the receiver back on the handle and thought about the description I just heard. The man on the line said it looked like a cross between a human and an animal.

There had been reports of such beings around the area, but I never took any of them that seriously; too busy trying to come up with the next great discovery.

"Libertina, Liber…" Before I had finished my sentence, she walked back in carrying my hat and topcoat.

"Your things sir. The carriage is waiting for you. Here is your scarf as well. It's a bit chilly out in the night air." She put on my neck accessory.

"How did you?" I slipped into my coat.

She smiled widely, putting my hat on top of my long mane. "I heard the phone, sir. I take it you have another interesting request by the tone of your voice?"

"Yes I do, Libertina. Keep supper warm for me. I'm not sure when I will be back." I grabbed my cane.

"Yes sir, I'll leave it on the burner." Again, she bowed before marching to the doors of my laboratory and opening them.

Hope you are intrigued. Check out BL's Sip

Lucky Peeps from the NYE Blog Event

2012-01-06T08:09:00.000-06:00

Congrats to the winners from the blog hop on Wednesday.

Woot

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Friday Read Out in Left Field

2012-01-06T07:45:00.005-06:00

The holiday's are over, whew, so lets continue with our free read.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Chapter Seven

After falling asleep once more, I awoke to the sounds of a television. When I rose, I searched for Nathaniel who wasn’t lying next to me.

Now what?

I got up, looking for my clothes when Nathaniel came in with a tray of food.

“Allo gorgeous,” he said with a grin. He sat down next to me, pulling me in for another embrace.

Although I enjoyed it, I was thinking about how our relationship would be that we’d slept together.

“Uh allo, Nathaniel…um.” I stammered as he put a croissant with sausage to my lips.

I took a bite while looking into those beautiful eyes once more. “We need to chat, mate.”

Nathaniel put the sandwich down on the plate and inhaled. “I know love, I’m not gonna try to run away from what happened. I wanted that Roger, and I wanted you…”

“Yes, as did I but can we function as friends now that this has happened? I mean, can we get past this and allow things to return to normal?” I said while taking another bite.

Nathaniel looked miffed at my statement. “What do you mean Madden? You want to pretend like it never occurred?”

“Um, well not that drastic but…” I looked for something less negative to say.

“Oh? It sounds like you do. You said you want things to go back the way they were before we shagged this mornin’.” His eyes narrowed as he finished his sentence.

That’s exactly what I wanted but I didn’t want to upset him more than he already was.

“Nat, I…I’m a straight man that wanted to experience gay sex. Now that I have…”

“Oh so that’s all it was to you huh? We’ve been friends for years, Roger. I thought you wanted me. You took me away from Charlie!”

I had angered him now; I saw the redness in his cheeks.

“Yes Nat, it’s true I wanted you and now that this happened…I…want to go back to being the way I was. It doesn’t mean it wasn’t special to me. I just…I’m not homosexual okay?” I got up from the bed leaving him there.

While I started dressing, I felt his eyes on me. “Oh really? Here’s a news flash for you Roger, you slept with me. It means you’re not straight chum.”

“Yes I am. I was curious is all. I’m rather happy you were the one to fulfill my longing. Besides, we’re athletes Nat. The climate we work in won’t permit us to be together, you know that.” I slipped into my shoes whilst putting on my shirt.

“Yeah, I know but Roger we connected this mornin’ love. I know you want to be with me. No one has to know.” He pulled my waist trying to get me back in bed.

“Nat, please…what…what are you sayin’? I just told Irene that I didn’t want a relationship, what makes you think I’d get into one with you?” I fell down on the mattress where he wanted me.

He rolled his eyes. “Roger, it doesn’t have to be that. As long as you acknowledge we have this, that will be good enough for me. Hey, you may not consider yourself gay but you’re definitely bisexual. I am. I admit that proudly.”

“Only to me and Charlie you would, not to anyone else.”

“True but isn’t that all that matters? I’ll play the straight game only to keep up that appearance. It is a necessity that we do that, Roger. Believe me, I hate doing it but I know it’s the only way to avoid scrutiny.”

I knew what he was saying but I still didn’t want any part of this. I had my fun, now it was time to look for someone that was even more attractive than him; a female. “Look Nat, I enjoyed it but I’m not sure I’m ready to acknowledge that I’m bisexual. Let’s just move on and keep it between us alright?” I patted his leg before attempting to get up.

Quickly, he caught my hand, putting it on his bare chest. It was only then I realized that he was still nude. “No Roger, you’ll recognize now who you are and what you are. You want this, I know you do.”

“Nat…please,” I said as he engulfed my lips with his own causing me to lose focus.

“Mmmhh Roger, I want you inside me now. Understand what I’m tellin’ you mate.” Nathaniel began taking my clothes right back off. I didn’t stop him because deep down I did want to fuck him.

“We can still be with the ladies Roger,” he whispered while pulling my pants down. “I just want us to have this, chum. We’ll be fuck buddies is all, then we’ll see where it leads us. No one will know.”

Once he had gotten my trousers and underwear down around my ankles, I used my feet to finish the job. Right then, he kneeled down taking my cock into his mouth.

“Shit Nat…AHHH!” I yelled while he swallowed me completely.

After a couple of minutes, he moved the tray from the bed before pushing me down to straddle me. I rose up a little, lifting my shirt over my head.

“I want you Roger…” he breathed while stroking my dick.

At this point, I was ready to take him as he wanted. Slowly, I reached for our “necessities” from the side table.

“Oh Nat, fuck…” I panted while he kissed my neck. My body was on fire. My nipples hard as pebbles.

Nathaniel sheathed me before using the lube to prepare his tight puckered spot.

“Ah Roger, I want to ride you baby. Please, yeah,” he begged while jerking my man meat with his lubed hand.

“Uh…yesss Nat, ah.” Before I could respond, he lowered himself on top of my erection, gasping as I filled him completely.

“Roger, fuck…ugh…,” he moaned while moving vertically on my shaft.

I reached upward, pinching his nips, gazing into those gorgeous brown eyes.

“God’s Nat, your ass…FUCK,” I yelled loudly as went faster, pounding me into his mattress.

I moved my fingers from his pecs to the sheets on the bed, gripping them to hold on for dear life.

“Mmm…Roger, damnit baby. Are you ready to come,” he said as he leaned forward kissing my neck once more.

“Yes…,uh fuck!” I screamed before I could finish my sentence.

My body shook as he slowed down, bucking against my pelvis as if he were on horseback.

“Oh Roger…yesssss…” he screeched, throwing his head back.

After the shocks were done, I gazed into those eyes once more noticing the lust in his eyes.

Nathaniel really does want me.

When I tried to move once more, he pushed me back down. “Roger, I want you, damnit don’t you get it?”

“Yeah I do Nathaniel but I…I’m just not ready for this now. I cannot deny the heat between us but…”

Suddenly, he kissed my lips again. “Then don’t, you idiot. Acknowledge it, embrace it. I won’t tell anyone.”

Once more, he invaded my mouth with his tongue.

Could I be in this fuck buddy relationship and still shag a woman? I wasn’t sure but I had the feeling Nathaniel would not allow me to get too far away.