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Friday, December 30, 2011

Who wants to spend Christmas with a House Elf?

Hi all! Hope everyone isn’t already frazzled by the Holiday’s yet. LOL! And a big thank you to Jaxx and Carson for having me here. Being a relatively new author, I’m still trying to get my name and my work out there, so any kind of promo is a godsend. You guys are great! Huggles!
Now, about my new release. It’s a M/M Christmas short (6900 words) from Cobblestone Press called My House Boy Elf. Its conception was actually due to pure coincidence and a funny conversation I had on Facebook with another author.
You see, I hate housework. I absolutely loath it. So when the writing starts to get deep, invariably, so do the chores. And since it’s just me, the DH, and the dog, well, not many options remain for who is going to do what. Been trying to train the dog, but being male, well, he’d rather lick himself than keep his toys from underfoot.  Anyhoo, the chores pile up, the DH complains, and the dog keeps right on licking. Not very conducive for my Muse, I can tell you. Especially when you have a fantastic love scene planned and you have dishes to wash and laundry to do. A real mood killer, that. *sigh*
So, there I was, elbow deep in dirty dish water and working out the scene in my head. It wasn’t working. The scene or getting the dishes done. I needed a break.  Drying my hands, I got online and went to my Facebook page. There, I ranted a bit saying that I wish I had someone to do my housework and wouldn’t it be great if it was some gorgeous guy. Preferably naked. You can imagine the comments. Everything from naked twins to houseboys. Then a fellow author, Adonis Devereux, said wouldn’t it be nice if they were houseboy elves. Of course that gave me all kinds of ideas for a book. I just didn’t know how much until a couple days later when my pub contacted me about a new line for Christmas. Gawd, I thought my eyes were going to bug out of my head after I read that e-mail. LOL! It was Fate, had to be. I began coming up with different ideas that night and finally settled one a couple of days later. Unfortunately, it won’t be for the new line because I went over the word count, but my pub loved it and put it in their Wicked line. It’s all good though. The story turned out well and I couldn’t be happier with the response I’ve had so far.
The story has different elements in it. Christmas themed, of course, with a little paranormal and lots of hot man loving. You see, two of Santa’s elves (who are lifemates) are the guardians of a powerful artifact that can give the owner anything they desire. But the power can only be used at Christmas. Being elves and deeply in love, they want to share that good fortune with others. They also own a business called House Boy Services. Perfect for finding the right recipient for their gift. This year, it’s an old friend and former employee, Donovan Eliot. He owns a gay club and hasn’t had a lover since his died from prostate cancer three years prior. He’s alone and in deep need of someone to love. The artifact chooses House Boy Services newest employee, Trace Moore, as Donovan’s True Love. Young and on his own, his parents kicked him out at the age of seventeen for being gay. He’s not had it easy and has been notified that he has two weeks to find another place to live. The perfect Christmas gift, right? But Fate and two of Santa’s elves have plans for these two. Plans that involve letting go of the past and pushing aside insecurities to find a love to last a lifetime. Oh, and lets not forget about the really steamy man lovin’. *wink*

It's the Christmas season and two of Santa's elves have a very special mission. Bring two deserving souls together for the ultimate gift ~ True love.

                 Trace Moore has been alone and on his own since his parents kicked him out at age seventeen. Now 22, the only thing he wants for Christmas is a new place to live since he's being evicted.

                 Donovan Eliot has wealth, respect, and security. What he doesn't have is someone to share it all with. But losing his lover and best friend to prostate cancer three years prior has made Donovan wary of getting back into the dating pool.

                 That all changes when he spies a gorgeous little man dressed as a sexy elf working in his club.

                 The attraction is instant for these two, but can old wounds and insecurities be overcome?

                 With a sprinkle of Christmas magic, anything is possible.

Thank you again to Jaxx and Carson. Had a great time telling about the conception of My House Boy Elf and I hope those who read it enjoy it for the escape it is. And a very, Merry Christmas to everyone. Hope your Holidays are warm and filled with love. Hugs!

Kimberly Hunter

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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Vampires and Werewolves in The Big Easy? Why not!?

The Vampire & The Werewolf: A New Orleans Christmas

Vampires and werewolves don’t mix … or do they?
Before there were three, there were two. When a vampire swoops in to save Trevor from a rogue gang’s blood sport, the werewolf must fight his own inhibitions. The magic of New Orleans and the holiday season bring together these two unlikely lovers.

Such a pleasure to be visiting with Guys like Romance, Too! Do you have your hot cocoa with marshmallows? All snuggly by the fire? It’s hard to believe that 2012 lies just around the corner. Sigh. The year’s passed by incredibly quickly.

As a writer, there is some trepidation when delving into new territory. My holiday novella The Vampire & The Werewolf: A New Orleans Christmas serves as my first foray into the m/m genre. Yes, that means I’ve lost my m/m virginity.

Honestly, I’ve gotten to know my characters Lawrence and Trevor so well over the past year that they told me their story and I’m merely the scribe. All of my published work so far crosses boundaries. I’ve written m/f, f/f/f and m/m/f. (It’s an erotic alphabet!) The first book in this series, The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf: A New Orleans Threesome starts off with Trevor and Lawrence’s relationship already established. We learn a little bit about their history, and how they met but there are five years that they spent together. After receiving a few letters from readers and feedback via reviews, I decided to share some of their backstory.

Researching Christmas traditions in the Big Easy was entertaining. While I’ve visited New Orleans a few times, it hasn’t been around the holidays. I consulted a few friends from the area, combed through local event websites and watched videos to capture the magic of Christmas at the Oaks. Although, I did take liberties with the twosome’s romp through the park.
Here’s a little appetizer of the tale:

Excerpt (unedited):

His limbs tensed with anticipation. The scent of pine needles and moist earth tingled his senses. Trevor flexed his muscles, loosening up, and trying to relax before they took off. Lawrence had suggested trekking out to The City Park for their escapade. While living in the city, Trevor had heard of the extravagant displays at Christmas at the Oaks, he’d never seen it for himself. He never had someone to share the moment with, let alone someone he loved.
Love. Yes, just thinking about the emotion used to set his heart to aching, wishing for a place to belong, and a family to call his own. Now, it made him think of Lawrence, and what they’d shared together. If anyone would’ve told him a month ago that he’d be living with a man, a vampire at that, in the French Quarter, well, who knows what he would have done.

As they drew closer to the park, the magnificence of the lights and rounded lanterns hanging from the trees drew Trevor’s attention. So bright that they blocked out the illuminations of the night’s stars. He marveled at Santa’s sleigh in red lights being pulled by a team of alligators. A surprised bark of laughter burst from his chest, and he covered his mouth, embarrassed at his outburst.
“Only in New Orleans would Santa enlist the help of gators,” Trev said.
“Helps him get through those soggy marshes in the bayou,” Law joked back.

Hope you enjoyed that little taste of The Vampire & The Werewolf: A New Orleans Christmas. Once again, thanks for the warm welcome. Happy Holidays!
Louisa Bacio

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Monday, December 26, 2011


     Did that grab your attention? And notice I say plural. I personally love my men in all flavors and tastes and those who know my writing know I write about almost anything. From BDSM to ménage and all levels of kink, there’s little I don’t enjoy. BUT…my favorite my far is writing m/m pieces. I find I achieve more satisfaction than writing almost anything else. Let’s face it – passion is passion and it doesn’t matter whether you’re in a hetero or homosexual relationship we all crave being the center of attention and getting that look from our significant other. You know the one I mean. It’s the one where a single look can steal your breath and make you crave one too many naughty things – whether above the covers or beneath. It’s the one that makes you want to drop to your knees and…
     Whew! Is it hot in here yet? You know I don’t necessarily consider myself romantic but as I was writing a couple of blogs this morning I realized  - eh, I’m hopeless. I think there’s a little bit of that in all of us and there’s something about the holidays that brings out not only the need to share moments with friends and family but also the very wicked side, right? Don’t you have those rather shameless fantasies about finding your significant other under the Christmas tree in nothing else but a large red bow and perhaps a thick hard on? Oops, I’ve done it now.
     When I was thinking about penning a holiday piece I wanted to not only combine a touch of the naughty in my hot m/m piece but a lot of angst at worrying about being alone and what the family think – especially one who’s been trying to hook you up with the “right” girl for years. What would you do? Fake it or try for something else? Well, there’s a twist in this one of course. It wouldn’t be Christmas after all if there wasn’t. Tell me this - have you been a very good boy or girl this year? I haven’t and I’m proud of it. Nope. Call me the original wicked girl and you got my number. Are you willing to confess to something yourself? Purr-haps?
     Take a taste of Mr. Mistletoe and see what you think.


Just what are you hoping for this Christmas?

Brendon Cannon was ready to make a New Year’s Resolution early and it included seducing one hot chocolate bartender under the mistletoe. Making a proclamation in the middle of a bar to his best friend, too bad Brendon didn’t have to guts to follow through. Recently divorced and hiding behind a mask he was unable to admit to himself he was gay let alone to his family and the big Christmas event was just days away. But after a flirtatious night Brendon found himself embroiled in a moment of heated passion that set him on fire. Terrified of his reckless behavior he pushed away from Kris completely.

More than intrigued by the man Kris had no idea what to do until a little elf decided to intervene. A plan formulated it was going to take more than a bit of Christmas Magic to give Brendon the courage he needs to be himself. But as luck and bit of holiday spirit wraps around Brendon reminding him of what he desires the most, he’s given a special gift and one he will never forget.


Eyeing the stunning bartender Brendon sighed and closed his eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the fluttering sounds of Christmas music and laughter as people enjoyed a festive party and yet he only had shameless thoughts and sinful cravings in his mind. Smiling, he lifted his drink and licked the rim of the glass as he envisioned the very same dark skinned bartender as the tasty entertainment for the night stripping, his long, naked legs wrapped around a tall steel pole. Then sometime after the stud performed to the jazzed crowd he selected a person from the audience to drag underneath the mistletoe. Brendon could clearly see fantasy man beckoning to him with the crook of his finger as he grinned and licked his lips.
And he could imagine the way the man tasted like peppermint candy canes freshly yanked from the twinkling Christmas tree. Somehow Brendon could almost feel the touch of his skin as the carved flesh sizzled beneath his fingers. Inhaling deeply he savored the real scent of the man, musky and full of such sex appeal his cock begged to be freed. Sliding his hand down to his crotch he cupped his groin and let out his breath.
“Wow. That must be some wet dream, my friend. Given your rather heated reaction to whatever you have to tell me what you’re thinking about so that I can have the same sexy fantasy. Please. I’m your best friend here.”
Brendon allowed his breath to escape as he opened his eyes and focused on the bartender and somehow could imagine him lying naked on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire. “Jay, I’m making my New Year’s Resolution early. I’m going to fuck that hunk of a man for Christmas if it’s the last thing I do. I swear to God,” Brendon Cannon breathed as he his leg thumped aimlessly against the bar and eyed the stunning chocolate-laced man bartending behind the long mahogany bar.
Choking, Jay slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from spewing his drink. “Shit! That threw me. You never talk like that. Granted he’s hot and you have to be horny given your lack of sex latterly, but lord. Hell, you have me all hot and bothered and I’m not even into men.”
“Yeah well maybe it’s the desperate craving and the wet dreams I’ve been having every night since we first came into this hoppin’ joint.”
“Or maybe it’s the third bourbon and coke.”
Brendon resisted giving his best friend the finger. One of the only friends he’d allowed to know he was bi-sexual, Jay had never judged him. It could be because they’d seen each other through failed marriages and less than lackluster sex lives over the last several years. Alone and lonely he wasn’t sure he could face the damn holiday season going to his sister’s house which would be filled with family, holiday decorations and good spirits all the way around. Being the only unattached brother he was usually nailed to the wall with questions. Why don’t you have a girlfriend? Why don’t you let your sister fix you up with someone? Why do you like being single?
“I can see that look in your eye. Why don’t you talk to him? If I weren’t straight I might do him.” Jay gave Brendon a sly smile.
“How very cave man of you.” Brendon licked the rim of his glass and watched the man move in his tight black jeans and body hugging crimson tee shirt and his cock ached. Dear God he had it bad for the chiseled hunk with twinkling midnight eyes. “Talk? What the hell would I have to say? Hi, I want to fuck your brains out?”
“How about, hi I’m Brendon and would love to invite you out for a drink?”
“I doubt he’s gay.” But the thought had crossed his mind. He’d caught the hunk of a man gazing at him more than once.
“Well we could always get the two of you under the mistletoe down there and find out,” Jay teased as he pointed to the hanging plant tied in scarlet string.
Brendon slapped him on the arm and cringed yet the thought was indeed beguiling. “We’ll see what happens.”
“Jesus Christ you’re pathetic. You’re finally at a point in your life you can let people in on your little secret so you can enjoy going out and engaging in an actual relationship and you find a guy you’re interested in and attracted to but you won’t do anything about it. What’s wrong with you?”
Brendon snorted. “My family and the rest of our friends who won’t get it.”
“I swear to God I’m going to call your sister right now and tell her myself.” Pulling out his cell phone Jay turned it on and inched away from Brendon.
“You do and I castrate you!” Yet Brendon knew his friend was right. It was time to come clean. If his family didn’t like it oh well. Puffing out his chest he could envision the look of horror on his sister’s face and his brothers shying away. There was nothing like being from a huge Catholic family to stop you in your tracks. Nibbling on the freebie peanuts he shook his head. Not going to happen.
“Have it your way but I’ve heard Santa does grant wishes such as these.” Holding up his not quite empty drink he caught the bartender’s eye. “So we play a little. So we tease.”
Tease? Goddamn he’d love to wrap his mouth around the guy’s cock and suck until his cum filled the back of his throat. Narrowing his eyes Brendon couldn’t keep his gaze off the gorgeous man and he didn’t even know the bartender’s name. But as the six foot something all sculpted male sauntered in their direction Brendon wasn’t sure he cared if he ever knew the sexy hunk’s name. Thrill me, fuck me, fill me… Admonishing his ridiculous thoughts Brendon cleared his throat as the stud sauntered toward them.
“Another of the same or are you ready for something a bit saucier?” His deep voice reverberated across the bar.
Brendon opened and closed his mouth fearful the guy could read his thoughts. “Whatever you suggest.”
“Then I suggest a flame thrower for two sexy men such as yourselves,” the bartender cooed.
“A flame thrower?” Jay asked as he stole a glance in Brendon’s direction, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
“Something to warm not only the cockles of your heart but somewhere much lower.”
Brendon swallowed hard as a trickle of perspiration slid down the back of his neck. Suddenly hot in the bar he was afraid he was going to pass out.
“I’m Kris by the way,” the chocolate hunk leaned over the bar, his voice dripping with sensuality.
“Chris with a C?’ Brendon squeaked. Why the hell did he care?
“With a K like Kris Kringle and I’m much naughtier,” Kris cooed as he cocked his head.
“We’ll take two,” Jay croaked as he brushed his hand through his hair.
“Good choice. Comin’ right up,” Kris said and eased back from the bar. Whistling Santa Claus is Coming to Town he grinned and swayed his hips back and forth.
Talk about full court press. Was Kris actually coming on to him?
“Shit! That was a blatant come on if I ever heard of one,” Jay said through clenched teeth.





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Friday, December 23, 2011

Spend Christmas with Johnny and Grissom!

Believe it or not, Johnny and Grissom are back! I've had a number of people ask me to bring back these two hotties from A Change of Tune.

In Winning In a Landslide, Johnny Rayne and Sheriff Virgil Grissom return in a story where Johnny seems to have gotten everything he wanted. When he decided to walk away from his rock band at the top of the heap, when he decided to leave Los Angeles, when he decided he wanted to be a dad... did he really know what he was getting into?

Sheriff Grissom has just won re-election, and the campaign got nasty. Johnny is now realizing just what their relationship could cost his lover. They've established a good life together, and they now have a family. Plus, they're breaking in a new housekeeper. What's she going to think about working for two daddies?

I had a lot of fun visiting with these two guys, and with the friends they've made in West Virginia. They live in such a gorgeous part of the country, and the calendar's coming up on Christmas. Are they going to figure out what's important in time to celebrate the holiday?

I like to write stories that make people laugh, and maybe bring a tear or two -- mostly laugh, though. Life is funny, and poignant, and exhilarating and frustrating. I try to bring all of those factors into play in my books. Our time is too short not to enjoy what we read. I hope you find my books enjoyable, and that you'll re-read them for years to come. That defines my success as a writer. 

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Join me - and find yourself smiling for no reason.

Winning In A Landslide available now at Torquere Press
Sheriff Grissom has just won re-election, but the campaign got nasty. Johnny and Grissom are at odds with each other, the reality of their world sinking in for both men. Johnny's frustrated and Grissom's patience is stretched to the limit.

Johnny's come to understand exactly what their relationship could cost Grissom, and he's having second thoughts. But the two men have established a family, and a life together - a good life, despite their differences. Plus, it's almost Christmas - and they're breaking in a new housekeeper. How will she like working for two daddies?

Can they really make it work in small-town West Virginia? Join the boys from A Change of Tune and find out.


"I take it you've had one of those days?"
Johnny's famous throaty voice wrapped around him, and he was almost too tired to feel
the thrill that went down his spine. The former singer stood in the kitchen doorway,
leaning on the jamb. Wavy blond hair was shoved behind the ears that stuck out just a
little, and the lean body was clad in boot-cut Wranglers and a black cashmere turtleneck.
LA rocker meets country gentleman.
Grissom finished half the glass before he set it down. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned softly.
"My eyes are so dry." He flopped down on the banquette seat in the corner, jerking when
Johnny's big dog Gershwin stuck an inquisitive nose into his ribs. Frowning, he looked
down at the shaggy black head. "What's up with you? Why are you being nice?"
Snorting a laugh, Johnny slid a knee onto the bench. "Slide over a bit." Digging his hands
into Grissom's shoulders, he began massaging some of the tension away. "Maybe he's
starting to like you. Or maybe he can tell you've had a crappy day. Although I don't know
why, since you just won the day before yesterday."
"Gawd, that feels good." He exaggerated his West Virginia drawl. "You do have magic
fingers, Johnny Rayne. Playing that piano surely does pay off, don't it?"
"Hah. I know when you start that shit-kicker stuff that you're going to try to play me."
Johnny's tone was knowing.
"What do you mean?" Grissom kept his eyes closed. He hated it when Johnny called him
on stuff. "Where are the kids?"
With one last firm dig of his fingers, Johnny moved around the table, dropping onto the
opposite bench. "I left them upstairs with Mary. Ashlynn had a little temperature, so she's
in bed already, and Henry's getting his bath. What's happening, Virgil? I thought the
pressure would be off now that the votes have all been counted. It is official, isn't it?"
When Grissom looked at him but didn't answer, Johnny edged forward on his seat. The
blond curls shifted on his brow as he tilted his head. "What's going on?"
The concern in Johnny's expression was tinged with impatience. Grissom shook his head
slightly, amused despite the gravity of the situation. So like his volatile lover. "Boden
filed suit today."

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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Christmas Nick for Everyone!

Greetings Readers!
Jaxx Steele is back wishing you Happy Holidays! Of my 3 Christmas stories available for your reading pleasure this blog will be focusing on Christmas Nick for Everyone!
Evan is home with his sister helping her with a charity function as he always has. When she asked him to close up the diner so she could get ready for her date with her boyfriend Nick, he doesn’t hesitate. When Evan is almost done an old man shows up and requests some food. Because Evan is a genuinely good person he could not turn the old man away. With all the food put away and the place already closed, Evan offered him something to drink and his own food. Grateful, the man offered to give Evan what he wanted most then left the establishment without a backwards glance.

You ever been at the the party talking to friends, having a great time, but because you've had way too much 'Christmas cheer' you hear something totally different than what their saying? You completely jump the gun and freak out. Now you're the crazy person at the party. No? That's never happened to you? Hmm, maybe it was just me. Well, anyway. mix in a case of mistaken identity and boom! You've got my story. I wanted to do a story that would hit home with most people to make you laugh and feel good at the end. I hope I succeeded with this one.
Christmas Nick for Everyone is one of those feel good stories with Christmas spirit floating around so that everything turns out for the best.  Have a peek and I hope you enjoy.

It was Christmas time again and Evan was celebrating the same ole way. Not hanging with the fellas or enjoying a secret Santa exchange at a party, but back at his sister's house. This year, however, would be a little different for Evan. This year he would learn that being a Good Samaritan had tangible benefits as well.
“Holy shit!” Evan said in a shushed whisper as his cup made a thud on the counter. “That’s Mimi’s boyfriend? Hell! Ray wasn’t even that cute.” He opened the cabinet and shifted the contents about until he found one that resembled his own. “She said she was going to see him tonight, so why would she leave before he even got here?” He snatched a paper towel from the nearby spool to remove any water spots. “What the hell am I supposed to do with him until she gets back?”
Evan moved to the freezer and dropped two ice cubes into the glass.
He grabbed the other ingredients from the refrigerator to make the man’s drink and retrieved a fresh bottle of cognac from an adjacent cupboard to finish it off. Before leaving the kitchen, Evan refilled his cup and gulped down the amber liquor, then poured more. The swing door leading to the living room was only partially open when Evan reversed and went back to the counter. He put the drinks down and pulled his phone from his pocket.
“You have reached Mariah. I can’t get to the phone, but if you leave your name and a brief message—”
Evan closed his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket before the message finished. He shook his head and left with the drinks. “Sorry it took so long, Nikolai. I had to find something to mix your drink with. I hope eggnog is all right. I even added some extra cinnamon to it to boost the flavor,” Evan explained handing him one of the snifters.
“Yeah, nog is fine. Thank you.”
Nikolai sat in the other high backed chair. He had taken off his coat, and seemed relaxed with his right boot resting on his left knee. Nikolai’s position gave Evan a good view of his the bulge in front of his jeans. The blue button down shirt he wore tucked neatly into the waist was separated
by a large belt buckle with a Batman symbol on it. Small tuffs of blond curls peeked out the top of the collar. The same blond hair covered his head in a short neat cut that gave him a sweet boyish look. Evan turned away from him and returned to his chair.
“This is really good. Thanks, uhh...”
“I’m sorry, Nikolai. My name is Evan. I’m Mariah’s brother.”
Evan leaned forward and the tingle in his hand intensified when Nikolai grasped it in a firm handshake. He looked up from their hands and Nikolai’s gaze locked onto his. Nikolai’s eyes were blue and extremely intense. They bore into his core, pulling on something very primal deep inside of him.
“Nice to meet you, Evan. I didn’t even know Mariah had a brother.”
“Well she just told me about you, so she probably just hasn’t had the chance to mention me.”
“Yes, I guess so. But you know,” he paused to pull Evan closer to him, “now that you’ve said something I do see a family resemblance.”
“Really? Most people who knew our parents said Mariah looked more like our father and I resembled our mother.”
“Well I don’t know about that, but I do see that you guys have the same beautiful eyes. Whose feature is that?”
“Uh, well, that would be my father. He was the one with the dark eyes.”
“Dark? I’d say that was an understatement.” He ogled Evan further.
“Your eyes are as dark as the night sky. They even sparkle when you speak, as if there were stars there.”
Evan looked down at his hand. Nikolai had squeezed it gently as he spoke. The pressure sent a shock to his loins awakening them immediately. Slowly he pulled his hand out of Nikolai’s and sat back in his chair. Evan reluctantly took a closer look of the man out the corner of his eye. Nikolai had leaned forward to rest on his knees as he indulged in his drink.
The fire lit the room enough for him to get a good look at him. The man was fine as hell and the crackling light emphasized his handsome features. Red, blue and green Christmas lights flashed on and off over his white skin accentuating his strong Russian nose, angular jaw line and slender lips. Flames danced invitingly in his gaze. Evan could have sworn he saw a spark of lust in those brilliant blue eyes that focused on him. He hid a disbelieving snicker in his glass.
Must be the liquor talking to me. Why would Mariah’s new boyfriend be looking at me with interest in his eyes?
Evan cleared his throat and tore his eyes away. He sipped from his glass then gestured toward him. “So Nikolai, tell me a little about yourself.”
“Well, I just recently moved to this pleasant little town of yours, and I think I like it. It’s big change from Chicago, but I’m getting used to it. I’m thirty-three years old, six foot two and a hundred and eighty-five pounds. My favorite color is brown, my favorite food is homemade macaroni and cheese with bacon bits in it and I’m a Leo. Did I leave anything out?”
Nikolai asked with a laughing grin.
Evan chuckled in his cup before taking a drink. “That’s funny, but I meant stuff like, where did you and my sister meet or what do you guys like to do together. You know, stuff like that about you.”
“Oh. Well, when you ask me a question you need to be more specific and less sexy. It distracted me.”

Christmas Nick for Everyone is available now at Phaze
Until next time…
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Monday, December 19, 2011

A Christmas gift for the readers!

Now Who Doesn’t Like a Free Read!

Merry almost Christmas, everyone! *waves, then looks around* Isn’t this a lovely site? I’ve already added new authors and books to my TBR list. Come on, who can resist these sensual, sticky sweet, hot romances? Like cotton candy melting on the tongue; a sugar rush that leaves you panting for more.

But if you’re like me, your To Buy list far outweighs Santa’s pocketbook. That’s why I’d like to offer you a Free Read for the holidays, a sweet zing of flash fiction to warm your heart and have you pulling that special someone into your arms.

My erotic romance Eran’s Release will be out from Breathless Press in April, 2012 as part of their Ad-dick-tion Anthology. Raised by an abusive father, Eran shies away from intimacy until a lovely stranger walks into his life. Paul, intensely attracted to the shy, sensual young man, wonders if he can risk his heart one more time to be the friend and lover Eran obviously needs.

 In this story, Paul is stood up Christmas Eve by the beautiful Eran. He returns to the coffee shop where Eran works to demand an explanation, only to have his anger dissolve in a flood of compassion when he finds Eran bruised and hurting from stepping between his sister and her abusive husband. It’s only through tenderness and love that Paul coaxes the shy man out of his shell and into his heart and arms.

The story I’m offering today, Paul’s Midnight Kiss, takes place in the last half hour before the New Year. Paul's waiting impatiently for Eran to close up the coffee shop so they can make a friend's New Year's Eve party. But as the minutes tick away Paul's afraid he'll never get the midnight kiss from his sexy new lover he's aching for. Enjoy!

Dianne's free read.

Happy Holidays!

Dianne Hartsock
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Friday, December 16, 2011

Are you a Romance Purist?

I’m delighted to be part of the launch of Guys Like Romance, Too! 
And I have a question for the guys and girls who do like romance. Do you only like books that are pure LGBT? No girl cooties?  LOL. Be honest. When I started writing novels I was told “don’t mix up your females in your male/male books because LGBT readers don’t like it”. I understand. I do like my beautiful guys. But in real life, gay guys know women and even have relationships with them. Some men who identify as gay have been married and had children. Or had girlfriends. And certainly, gay men and straight women are great friends. I can attest to that. So, how do you feel about books that include women? Or straight men as well as gay men?

I came to romance novel writing late in my career after many years of writing non-fiction so I tend to just write what I like and the stories that fill my head. I’ve been delighted that other people seem to like them too. Sometimes these stories aren’t pure anything (yep, pun intended). I’m interested in the fluidity of sexual identity and in people finding true expression for themselves. And I love stories that mix things up a bit. While some of my books are pure LGBT, I’ve also written two M/M/F ménages both of which include men who consider themselves gay. I’ve written M/M and M/M/M books including characters who had always thought of themselves as straight. And my ultimate mixup to date is my new holiday romance called Mistletowed.  

Mistletowed is definitely M/M. In fact, I would even call it LGBT although it starts with five friends, two male/female couples and their gay best friend. Then two more guys get thrown into the mix -- men who would probably call themselves bisexual. Add a dash of magic and a piece of mistletoe and poof, we end up with a book that is M/M, M/F and M/M/F with BDSM. It is an ensemble piece that defies categorization and yet I think it will be fun and satisfying for fans of LGBT romance. That’s my hope. My intention. Let me know if I succeed. 

Would you like to win a copy of Mistletowed? (Or my other new release, Deceptive Attraction?) 

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GOOD LUCK! And thanks again to Carson for being such a great host.  :)

Available December 13 from Loose Id.

Five friends, one piece of mistletoe. Christian Elliott has the perfect life -- right girlfriend, right job, right house and car. How come he’s only really happy when he’s with his best friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrell has everything she wants. Why can’t she stop cheating on her boyfriend with her yoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adores her stable life with Winston.  But she can’t give up her secret desire for BDSM. Stir them all together at a holiday party with a beautiful rock god and a submissive stockbroker and what do you get? It could be love and it could be magic.
He turned back to Andy, who had remained silent while the exchange was going on.
Donnie got that shy grin in return. “So, how do you know this group, Donnie?”
“I shop at Buttercup’s place a lot. I think she’s really pretty, and I thought I was being all macho to impress her, but she saw pretty quickly that I’m not exactly Daniel Craig, ya know?”
Andy glanced down and smiled.. “I hear he’s bisexual.”
“Then we’d have a lot in common. Anyway, she’s the one who gave me Jason’s number.”
“Jason seems very nice.”
“He is, actually. I think we’ll probably be friends forever, or at least a long time.”
“Yeah.” Donnie really looked at Andy. He resembled his cousin and was just about as pretty, but the guy was wearing khakis for crap’s sake. Donnie wanted to walk him into his room and change his clothes.
“What do you do for a living, Andy?”
“Portfolio manager. You know, stocks..”
Really? This sweet guy hung out with the sharks? That explained the khakis, though.
Pretty Face smiled at him. “What do you do?”
“Musician.” He looked at him again. Shoot. The guy was too pretty for this crap outfit. “Do you have any jeans?”
“Jeans. Do you have any with you or just those things?” He flicked a finger at the khakis.
The big dark eyes cast down. “I have jeans.”
“Good. C’mon.” He stood up, pulling Andy with him.
“What? Why?”
“Let’s just say we’re about to up your self-expression.” He looked at the others, who were staring at them in surprise. “Excuse us a minute. Going to slip into something more comfortable.” He saw Christian glance at Jase. The cutie mathematician looked over and then straight back at Winston, as if he hadn’t a care. Donnie grinned again. Keep guessing, Mr. Newport.
He led Andy toward the bedrooms. When they got to the hall, he said, “Which one?”
Andy pointed. “There.”
Inside, the room was neat as the proverbial pin. Two pairs of khakis hung in the guest closet and a number of button-down shirts. “Andy, baby, you can do better than this.”
“I, uh, can?”
Donnie opened the top dresser drawer. Some neatly folded boxer shorts. He looked up at the beautiful guy. “Better than this too.”
“Sometimes I go commando.” The guy blushed. A-fucking-dorable.
He opened the second drawer. “Eureka!” Donnie pulled the perfectly worn jeans with ragged hems out of the drawer.
“Those, uh, are just for chores and stuff.”
“This is stuff, baby. Now take off those damned pants and whatever ridiculous thing you have on under them and put these on.” Andy didn’t take the jeans. Donnie thrust them forward. “Just do it.”
“Yes, sir.” Without another word, he removed his belt. Shit. Andy likely had a year or two on Donnie’s meager twenty-four, but the guy liked to take orders. And yet Donnie had talked to him about his work. He was some big fucking financial whiz kid.
Donnie went back to the drawers. Ah, a long-sleeved T-shirt with a tribal pattern on it. Kind of cool. “Here, put this --” He turned in time to see Andy pulling up his jeans over the biggest damned cock he’d ever seen on a small guy. “Shee-it, baby, that is a dangerous weapon.”
Andy stopped in midaction, seemingly unsure whether to go forward or back.
Donnie laughed. “Go ahead, dress. You need to be careful about swinging something like that around a gay man.”
“What if I want to?”
Donnie snapped his eyes up to the big brown gaze, not wavering now. “I’d say bring it my way again when we don’t have a room full of people waiting for us.”
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Check out What you will this holiday season.

Title: What you Will
Author: Charlie Cochrane
Release date: 20th December from MLR, e-book only.
Blurb: They say there’s no fool like an old fool. Antonio didn't count himself as old but he was more fool than any man ought to be who’s flown around the world and back again so often he might as well have just been going from Deptford to Dartford. There was a lad involved. There’s always a lad in the tale, for such as him.
And was there a happy ending? Now that depends on whether you believe what a certain playwright wrote, or whether you want the real story.


Twelfth Night is, according to the Oxford Dictionary, “the evening of the fifth of January, preceding Twelfth Day, the eve of the Epiphany, formerly the last day of the Christmas festivities and observed as a time of merrymaking”. Back in my childhood (no, not Medieval times, thank you) the Christmas frivolity really did last for all those days, up until New Year and January sales. At least in the UK, there was very little in the way of a long run up (not like now with Christmas cards in the shops in September!) and everything started to kick off, it seemed, when December hit the 20somethings in terms of date.

There are lots of traditions about that time of year. I was always told you never took the Christmas decorations down until Twelfth Night has come or it would be bad luck. Special cakes are baked and eaten, edible decorations used to be consumed, Kings and Queens of the night are chosen. And the next day we remember the magi, which heralds the arrival of another whole raft of customs.

So I love the significance of Twelfth Night, and I love Shakespeare’s play of the same name. It has a wistful quality, happy ever afters set against a background of great sadness and cruelty. It’s full of strange sexual politics and confusion, and the most recent version I saw (at Chichester, with Patrick Stewart as a brilliantly funny Malvolio) didn’t pull its punches in terms of depicting the homoerotic elements. And it has a pair of characters I’ve always wanted to write about – Antonio, the sea captain, and Sebastian, the young man he rescues.

Why them? Simply because they (along with Antonio and Bassanio in The Merchant of Venice) seem to be the Bard’s most overtly gay pairings. They talk of love they bear each other, Antonio deliberately risks his neck for Sebastian, he’s distraught when the man appears to deny knowing him...all sorts of material out of which to breed plot bunnies. So, when MLR announced they were looking for seasonal stories, I decided to make some of those bunnies bounce.

Rewriting Shakespeare (and putting it in a steampunk setting) was either a really brave or really stupid thing to do, but I hope it’s turned out to be the first of the two. Antonio was really interesting to write about – what makes a hard edged ex-pirate go all gooey over a hardnosed and callous young man? I’ve had to take some liberties, and make Sebastian more sympathetic than in the play, and I’ve had to give it a slightly different ending from the one the Bard wrote. I like to think it’s the real ending.


How on earth had people managed in the days when the only route back to England from the Indies was by water? Over the Indian Ocean, beating round the Cape and back home only as fast as the wind would let you—it seemed another world, now.

I’d flown these routes before, back in the days when I was still a poacher. Rich pickings. What did they call the trader my speedy little privateer took, these five years past? Phoenix; that was it. Phoenix, treasure-trove full of jewels the size of quails’ eggs and spices so fresh you’d have sworn they were new picked. By God, we’d filled our purses that day.

Now that I’d “turned gamekeeper” I had legitimate cause to be flying over here but Illyria was still a name to bring out the sweat on the back of my neck. I’d not dared to land there those past few years, no matter how lucrative a trade contract I’d been offered.

I guess I should have stopped flying back then, when my pockets were full of Phoenix’s profits. I could have given my Letter of Marque back to Her Majesty’s men, then gone home and settled down, but the smell of the chase was always calling me and there was always another ship to hunt down. Tiger, my last prize was called. We fell on her out of the sun; might have got away with it if she’d hauled her colours and just let us strip her of her cargo, but it came to a fight. Nasty, brutal fight, and all—Count Orsino’s nephew lost his leg and I was left a marked man. Set foot in Illyria and I was dead, the Count would see to that.

Still, I’d made a success of myself since those days, making plenty of money to see me through a comfortable old age, once I’d had enough of flying or it had had enough of me. All I lacked was someone to spend that time with.

I was never one for spending ages staring into my glass, although if I caught my reflection in the helm’s fiercely polished brass I saw a presentable enough face looking back, and I knew I’d still be counted handsome, despite the scar across my chin. The looks I got from the women of London, painted whores up to finest ladies, reassured me that didn’t make a scrap of difference. Not that any amount of looking or sighing from them was going to make a scrap of difference to me as far as my affections were concerned.

Oh, I’d had my moments with men, but none of them had lasted long and I was still foolhardy enough to think that one day he’d come along, my soulmate, and I’d be made up. A man can dream.