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Monday, December 31, 2012

Starting Anew

Whenever I come to the end of a year, I look back and contemplate the events of my life over the past twelve months. The great moments take center stage like actors battling for the spotlight. I settle in and watch the show, grateful for the experiences that have made the year so special.

I know, however, that the hard times of the year are waiting in the wings to chase the greater moments of the year offstage. They, too, want to be remembered, and like all actors in a play, they deserve their time in the spotlight.

When those moments finally play out in the stage of my mind, I don’t lament their existence or boo them till they finally give up and slink offstage in defeat. I embrace these moments and learn from them, and I promise to do better and to be better in the next year.

That’s why New Year’s Eve means more to me than just ringing in a new year at a grand party with fireworks and good alcohol. It’s about the potential for renewal. It’s a symbolic day in life, when we are reminded to cherish those we love and who love us and to look forward to the potential of the new year.

That’s one of the reasons I set New Year’s Eve as one of the major settings for the characters in my novel 3. For Justin, Spencer, and Dutch, the day holds special significance that is both romantic and bittersweet. For on that day, love magically brings a couple together, plucking them from a sea of horny partygoers and depositing them into each other’s loving arms. Ten years later, the events on New Year’s Eve profoundly rewrite the lives of three men, and Justin, Spencer, and Dutch must decide to either embrace or discard the universe’s plans for them.

The main characters in 3 have a lot of growing to do, and a lot of crap that they must clean up in their lives and with each other before they can ever hope to be happy, if that’s still even possible.

But on New Year’s Eve, anything is possible!

Justin Jimenez has loved his partner, Spencer Harrison, for ten years. He’ll do anything for him—including bury his feelings for a man he met while he and Spencer were separated last year. Justin never planned to fall in love, and he certainly never planned to tell Spencer about it—but when a phone call wakes them in the middle of the night to inform Justin that his former lover, Dutch Keller, has been in an accident, he doesn’t have a choice.

Justin’s revelation shatters the fragile relationship he and Spencer were trying to rebuild. The weight of his guilt—both for hurting Spencer and for leaving a heartbroken Dutch to find solace in a bottle—crushes him. But what Justin doesn't know is that Spencer and Dutch guard an explosive secret of their own. All three men are tangled in a communal web of lies, and unless they find the events in their lives that ultimately led them to friendship, passion, and betrayal, they won't see the love at the heart of the pain.

Justin scanned the crowd and saw him, leaning against the far wall with a pink Cape Cod in his hand. He was muscular and rugged, and way out of Justin’s league. Well-sculpted arms and shoulders framed the black shirt. Even at a relaxed stance, his biceps and triceps were clearly defined. Justin hated him for that. He had been working on his arms for months and had yet to develop such muscle tone.
The muscle shirt also clung to his body as if the fabric was wet, and it revealed an absence of love handles on his tightly packed form. Small, perky nipples poked out from the cloth, and the shirt’s fabric ended about an inch before the jeans began. A treasure trail of hair started at his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of the jeans. Just below the waistband was a package ready to be delivered.
“Do you see Puka Shell Boy?” Xavier asked.
“Yup,” was all Justin could say.
“Then go get him.”
Justin swallowed hard. This wasn’t going to end well. The image of a B-52 going down in flames flashed before him.
Then he noticed Puka Shell Boy’s friend.
His friend was a few inches taller than both Puka Shell Boy and Justin. If he had to guess, he would put him at almost six feet tall. Sandy-blond hair lay perfectly manicured and parted to the left. Longer strands of hair curled inward at his cheekbones and lightly kissed the most unbelievable alabaster skin Justin had ever seen. His skin looked smoother than silk, as if a sculptor had spent hours chiseling the precious stone into perfection. Draping his skin was a green short-sleeve button-down, neatly tucked into his dark-blue denim jeans. The shirt was fitted but not painted on him like Puka Shell Boy. His lean body resembled a dedicated runner and was neither waifish nor frail.
Then Justin noticed his eyes. Dark-green tinted eyes decorated his features, magically cutting through the dimly lit bar and outshining the sparkling disco ball. They weren’t a green he had seen before. He had seen light green and even olive green eyes, but these eyes looked to be made of jade. They were a deeper, richer green hue than he had ever seen before in his life. They looked exotic and expensive, found only in jewelry from a faraway Asian country like China or Japan.
They were breathtaking. Justin didn’t understand how people were walking by him and not staring into those eyes. He could stare at them for the rest of the night.
“What’s the matter with you?” Xavier asked. “You’re standing there with your mouth open like a fucking retard.”
“He’s so beautiful.”
“No shit!” Xavier exclaimed. “Think of him as my New Year’s present to you. You just have to close the deal.” Xavier put his arm around Justin’s neck, Xavier’s sign of friendship and love. “By the end of the night, Puka Shell Boy will be on his back looking up at you, or you know, looking down at you on your back.” Xavier then pushed Justin forward. “Now, hurry up. It’s almost midnight.”
Justin didn’t know what came over him. All it took was a simple shove, and he was crossing the room toward the stranger with the perfect skin and the amazing green eyes. He felt drawn to him, as if he were caught in an unbreakable gravitational field.
Puka Shell Boy noticed Justin coming first. He elbowed his green-eyed friend and flashed a disinterested grin, most likely thinking Justin was coming to talk to him. He wasn’t. Puka Shell Boy no longer existed in his world.
As he approached, the crowds around him got louder. Apparently, the stroke of midnight was approaching. Someone was speaking on a microphone, most likely the drag queen hostess for the night’s festivities, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying. All he could see were the green eyes and the white skin pulling at him like the moon pulls on the ocean.
“Ten, nine, eight…”
Closer still he drew, passing by couples with their arms around each other, preparing for their New Year’s kiss.
“… seven, six, five, four…”
Six feet from the most beautiful man he had ever seen, Justin found he was holding his breath. He had to remind himself to breathe for fear that he would pass out only a few feet away from his intended. Up close, his eyes were more radiant than from across the room. Flecks of gold glinted within the green irises.
“… three, two…”
Then he was standing before him. Puka Shell Boy leaned next to his friend, amazed that he wasn’t the object of Justin’s attention. He whispered something in his friend’s ear, but his friend wasn’t paying attention. He, too, was staring straight at Justin.
“… one ….”
Justin reached up and put his left hand around the green-eyed beauty’s neck. Pulling his head toward him, Justin crossed the remainder of the distance.
Their lips met, and the world suddenly came crashing back to life. Noisemakers exploded throughout the club. People were yelling “Happy New Year,” and confetti and glitter were tossed about. The DJ began playing “Auld Lang Syne.”
Through the noise, the revelry, and the singing, the two never stopped kissing. Their tongues jostled in each other’s mouths as they each inhaled the other’s hot passionate breaths.
Never had Justin been more excited about a new year.

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Friday, December 28, 2012

Here's something to help you host this holiday season

Greetings Guys Like Romance, Too! Followers!

Jaxx Steele back one more time to share my last Christmas season book, Hosting for the Holidays.

First, I want to take a moment to give props to sexy men over forty-five in the world, my inspiration for the book I am going to speak on today. The men we get to ogle when they are on the big and little screens we are glued to. The ones that are aging like fine wine and getting sexier as time passes. You know the ones I’m talking about: the Sean Connerys, Mark Harmons, Samuel Jacksons, Denzel Washingtons, Antonio Banderas’ and one of my favorites, the late Ricardo Montalbans in the world. I raise my glass to your awesomeness.

Now, back to the blog…

I write romances and work really hard trying to bring out my characters inner as well as outer beauty. Although most of my characters are in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties, I personally adore older men. I have nothing against a young man, I just prefer an older man. Continue reading and I will share a few reasons why.

Disclaimer: These are the personal opinions of Jaxx Steele and not necessarily shared by the good people at Guys Like Romance, Too!

Now, that the legalities have been observed….

The physical beauty of a young man is one of his assets to be sure and surely one of his prize possessions. I mean, who doesn't walk along the beach just to see those lovely hard bodies, burned to a golden glow by the sun, glistening with a sheen of perspiration, flexing beautifully in the bright July heat? 0-0 *ahem* Sorry about that. I was lost in the visual of all that.

Anyway, as I was saying, that's all good, but it takes more than a pretty face, doesn’t it? I am not trying to bash younger men, but if physical beauty fades with time and that’s all you have, well… An older man who is healthy in mind and conscience of his physical health can be just as beautiful! He appreciates the days he has and lives them to the fullest. His graying hair looks distinguished on him and ups his sexiness tenfold.

As far as physical beauty goes, Father Time has been kind to his body because he remains active. He may not possess that six pack he used to at twenty five, but as he hovers around fifty he is in good shape and shows appreciation for your six pack! And Lordy! Let’s not forget there are still a few out there who do have the body they had at twenty five!

There is also the matter of 'finding one’s self'. A young man is still searching, trying out new things, figuring what he wants in all levels of his life. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. We all change as we grow into the people we are going to be. It's a fact of life. When dealing with a younger man you have to be prepared for that and be willing to be flexible enough to ride out the changes and deal with the ones that you may not like. But! older man has gone through most of the transformations. Therefore, he is less likely to change on you. They have already been educated so they are intelligent, worldly and confident in who he is as a man. He has no problem teaching you what he knows and welcomes the challenge of learning new things from you.

Here is a sneak peek into Hosting for the Holidays available now at Muse it Hot. I hope you enjoy it.

Hector had chosen the Christmas time for his young lover, Chad, to meet his best friends for the first time. Christmas Eve dinner went well and Chad felt he had made a group of new friends. To celebrate New Year's Eve Chad made special plans for him and Hector, but will the impromptu appearance by their friends threatened to ruin his big surprise?


Chad watched him soap his body generously, moving the dark green puff over his skin slowly. Hector soaped the mixture of black and grey curls on his chest and the still strong muscles of his stomach. Chad bit his lip as he watched the puff move even lower circling the long and hard rod between his legs. Just watching Hector move his cock up and down cleansing it made his own bob in response.

“You do know that I can see you, Chad?”

Hector’s voice broke his trance. “I was just waiting until you were done, Daddy.”

“Well, if I'm taking too long, why don't you come in and help me finish up.”

The smile that came to Chad’s face could have lit the room. “Of course, Daddy. My pleasure.”

Chad moved quickly across the large bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he took the puff away from Hector and started on his back. His hands moved in slow circular motions, loving the way the white soap looked against Hector’s dark Latino skin. Hector was in excellent shape for a man two decades older than he was. His body was visual dessert. It looked even better wet. Not only was Hector old enough to be Chad’s father, he was his physical opposite.

Hector’s body still showed the years of the conditioning the Army had done to it. With a wide, muscular back, a firm core and strong, solidly build built legs, he was in better shape than many men half his age. Chad’s frame was lean and slender. He loved the way their bodies fit perfectly like two puzzle pieces when they lay together after making love.

Chad took his time cleansing it all, but especially between his butt cheeks. Hector moaned at his efforts and the sound sent a tremor down his back. Only on nights Hector deemed special was Chad allowed to kiss or lick him in the sweet spot found there. In their time together he had only been given that privilege on birthdays and anniversaries. He hoped his love decided that this was one of those exceptional days.

Sooner than he wanted, Hector stopped Chad’s hand and stepped under the water. Chad watched the cascade of water rush down the curvature of Hector’s wide back and run off his ass.

Hector turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. From his position, Chad could see Hector in the bedroom. As he briskly whipped the towel back and forth over his back he sent a simmering look over his shoulder. Chad jumped to answer the silent summons.

Hector lay back on the bed they shared and closed his eyes. Without a word, Chad sat next to him and took a tall bottle of oil from the night stand dispensing some in his hands. Slowly, moving side to side, Chad started to massage the oil into Hector’s shoulders. The sweet aromas of the light-colored lubricate wafted up to his nose and he smiled at the memories the scent brought to mind. Reapplying the oil Chad kneaded the muscles in Hector’s chest careful not to tug on the hair as he moved from one pec to the other.

Playing lightly in the salt and pepper curls, Chad’s grin widened. He loved doing this for his lover. The smell of the almond oil he used made him want to lick him all over.

Chad’s oiled fingers slid across Hector’s skin gliding effortlessly over the muscles of his chest and then his abdomen. His eyes lifted to look into Hector’s face. Hector’s lids were lowered, fluttering. The full lips of his mouth hung opened as he moaned softly in obvious pleasure. His head turned side to side when Chad's fingers slid over his erect nipples. Goose bumps rose beneath his hands and he smiled. The expressions on Hector’s handsome face made his cock throb with its own need and desire. This was the only time when his lover's confident and commanding demeanor was ever shaken. It gave Chad an exciting sense of power knowing he could do that.

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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Win "Yours to Cammand" set from Cameron Lawton!

With the release of Cancel Christmas, the second in the series, I immediately thought of approaching Guys Like Romance, Too because Slave gave me such a wonderful review of Yours To Command. They very kindly offered me a blog-spot! Whooo – best present I'll get this year!
Thank you guys!
Cancel Christmas just had to be written because Captain Rory Sumner and Staff-Sergeant Jack (Joachim) Jones wouldn't leave me alone...and I'd sort of fallen in love with them as well.

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In Yours to Command they finally got together, having pined after each other and worked in the same section of the Royal Military Police for three years. Was this a HEA or a HFN ending? People needed to know. And MLRPress had already asked me to do a full-length sequel so when the submissions call for the Holidays arrived, we were all set to go. I've missed the Holidays myself when I was in the military so this situation appealed to me and for Jack, who has a loving and supportive family, it would be devastating to have to let them down (again).
We are now three months down the line from that first night when virgin Jack seduced his reluctant boss. Although a novice, Jack is beginning to want to experiment and his decidedly Dom tendencies may not go down well with Rory, who is used to being in charge. They still have to be firmly in the closet at work but are managing to spend some time together off-base.
They're called to investigate a brutal murder on a British army base in Germany. The MPs on-site can't handle it because the victim and the probable suspects are all MPs too. Independent outsiders will have to solve this one. They'll have to go together and they'll have to stay in a hotel, so the chance of some midnight bedroom-hopping is definitely on the cards.
With their plans screwed up they face a complex situation. Who killed the interpreter and was it because he was gay or because he was Muslim? Is there any connection with a fatal incident in Afghanistan just before this group returned from their tour of duty? Why would anyone want to kill someone in this grisly manner when they could just as easily shoot him?
Throughout the novel, the facts of the case are untangled, Jack and Rory do what they do best, they solve crimes...and their relationship deepens and develops as they are away from the prying eyes of their colleagues back home. The secret of why Rory was disgraced and busted down the ranks are finally revealed and it becomes obvious to both of them that this is more than an “office romance”, this is for keeps.
I'm not going to give away spoilers – but despite everything, they get to enjoy the festivities eventually.

I'm giving away the set – “Yours To Command” and “Cancel Christmas” to one lucky commenter and I'm throwing in a challenge – the next book in the series will feature the boys going to France, Spain and America, travelling by car, motorcycle, plane and if you can come up with a really good title for Book Number 3, you will win a copy of the novel when it is published and a dedication! Good Luck!
And now for the excerpt:
“How about a long hot shower together, Rory?”
The older man needed no encouraging and in no time they were in the bathroom, pushing each other into the shower cubicle, giggling and shoving like schoolboys. Rory gazed at Jack’s tall, slim body; his arms well-muscled from competitive swimming; his close-cropped blond hair, so soft and downy under Rory’s fingers when they made love, he shivered with anticipation. Tonight, for once, Jack would be able to stay the night; they would wake up in each other’s arms. He compared his own, stockier frame, covered in dark hair with Jack’s smooth pale skin. They were like chalk and cheese but they were in love.
“Here, let me wash your back,” Jack offered and Rory obediently turned, luxuriating in the hot water cascading over his body and his sergeant’s hands, slippery with shower-gel, gliding over his skin.
They had both been trained in “restrain and detain” techniques but Rory wasn’t expecting it so when Jack expertly flicked Rory’s hands up behind his back, pushing him forward, there was no resistance. The captain found himself with his face up against the hard tiles, unable to move and with Jack whispering in his ear, bending forward, his erection already nudging Rory’s buttocks.
“It’s my turn this time…sir. You’re going to take and I’m going to give and if you struggle, I’ll break your fucking arms, you know I can. I’m going to give you something to remember me by when I’m on leave.”
Rory had never known this side of his lover before. Jack had taken control big time and Rory didn't like it at all, but there wasn’t much he could do about it because the sergeant was right—he could break his arms as easily as blinking in this position, although Rory didn’t think he would.
It was a game, just a bit of rough stuff … wasn’t it?
Jack’s soapy fingers were exploring and penetrating, while the other hand kept Rory immobilized in a grip of steel. The younger man was inexperienced but eager and the situation was exciting him intensely; Rory could tell by the increasing ferocity of his fingering.
“Take it easy, laddie, you’ll split me at this rate!”
“Oh you don’t know the half yet, sir. Who’s a lucky man then? Nice boyfriend with a big dick to screw you senseless? Eh? Don’t worry, I’ll be good to you afterwards but it’s my turn now.”
He was panting as he removed his finger and then thrust hard into Rory, who bit down hard on his lip because Jack was hurting him and he was sure that shouting out would only excite him even more. The younger man was in an ecstasy of domination and came very quickly with a howl of pure triumph, releasing Rory’s wrists as he did so.

Rory turned around slowly, rubbing his aching arms and slapped Jack across the cheek, not too hard but enough to show that he was mightily displeased.
“On your knees, laddie,” he hissed.
Jack slumped to the floor of the shower-cubicle and gazed up at his captain. Despite the pain, Rory was aroused so he guided his cock to Jack’s mouth. Obediently, the blond man opened up but just as his lover was sliding in, an alarm sounded from the living room.
“God-damn and sodding blast it!” Rory recognized the sound. It was his “squawk”, a special cell phone to be used only in emergencies. This meant trouble. He blundered out of the shower and answered the call.

Cancel Christmas is available from MLRP and you can contact me through my website where you can catch up on other competitions, short stories and WIPs.
Wishing you all a very Happy Holiday – even though Christmas can be murder, sometimes!

Monday, December 24, 2012

Celebrate the holidays no matter your culture!

Hello! I’m Kim Fielding. Like many families nowadays, mine is multidenominational and multicultural. It’s also spread over hundreds of miles. This means that this time of year can be a little chaotic—the fact that I’m an academic in the midst of final exams and term papers doesn’t help—and more than a little exhausting. For example, on three consecutive days next week I’m going to have to drive first 200 miles, then 400, then 100—and then fly almost 1000. Dammit, I am earning that vacation by the beach (which will, I am hoping, involve multimargaritas).

But there are upsides to having a complex family as well. We get to celebrate extra holidays! Really, sometimes it feels like we’re celebrating all the holidays, occasionally in mish-mashed sorts of ways. Turkey and latkes? Done. Star of David atop the Christmas tree? Also done.

And this year I’m celebrating multiple holidays in a particularly festive way: with the release of a Hanukkah story and a Christmas story (Kwanzaa, Yule, Eid, New Years and the others will have to wait until 2013). The Hanukkah story, released by Dreamspinner on December 1, is called A Great Miracle Happened There. The Christmas story, released by Silver on December 13, is Joys R Us.

Both stories feature protagonists who are reluctant to celebrate the holidays, albeit for different reasons. Jude Bloch of Miracle is an introvert, estranged from his family and maybe a little obsessed with finishing his dissertation. Reece of Joys is simply a very practical man, the type who thinks college fund contributions make excellent gifts for 8-year-olds. As their stories begin, neither of them is finding much happiness in the holiday season.

But what better month for miracles than December? And both Jude and Reece are about to experience their own miracles. In Jude’s case, a one night stand with a handsome chef just might last eight days… or more. And when Reece is forced into standing in line for the season’s must-have toy—and gets trampled by the crowd in the process—he meets the aptly-named Angel. Angel’s no Marley, but he’s going to do his best to de-Scrooge his new friend.

This time of year a lot of us are schlepping our way through holiday traffic, we’re taking or grading exams, we’re worrying about money or difficult relatives or whether we’ve sent holiday cards to everyone we should have. Maybe we’re stressing at the memories of past disappointments and disasters, worrying whether we can get some time off work—or whether we’ll have a job to return to, trying to find perfect gifts, cooking, cleaning…. Some of us are lonely. Some of us are missing people who live too far away, or who we’ve lost touch with, or who are no longer with us.

Still, I hope every one of us can take a little break. We can curl up with an appropriate beverage, with a story or two, and we can find a little peace as we remember that miracles do happen.

Whichever holidays you celebrate, here’s wishing you joy, serenity, and love.

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A Great Miracle Happened There available at Dreamspinner Press:

This winter, Jude Bloch can't decide what bothers him more—the crowds of people or the holiday revelry. Even meeting handsome chef Mac Appel fails to cheer him up because Jude knows the most he could hope for is a one-night stand. But one night turns into two and then more. Maybe Mac can bring some warmth into Jude's holiday season.

Joys R Us At Silver Publishing:

Reece is a practical, orderly man, a financial analyst who considers most holiday events wasteful. But his sister coerces him into standing in line overnight for this year's must-have toy. Supplies of Daredevil Danny prove smaller than expected, and Reece gets trampled in the resulting stampede. Toy store manager Angel tends to Reece's wounds. When Angel discovers Reece's cynical attitude, he invites Reece to spend Christmas Eve with him. Over the course of the day, Angel shows Reece what Christmas means to him. With Angel's guidance, maybe Reece can finally understand the joy of the holiday--and maybe even find love as well.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Goddess Fish Tours presents: Breathless Press!

Greeting followers!

We take a break from our partying and gift giving to let you know that Breathless Press has some wonderful books coming for us to read, buy and give as gifts this Christmas season! So, without further delay...Breathless Press!

Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.
Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.
Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.
Our Goal?
Breathless Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance, releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of downloadable formats. It is Breathless Press' mission to provide readers with quality romance books in electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.

Breathless Press will be awarding a $20 Breathless Press GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a $10 Breathless Press GC to a randomly drawn host from the tour.

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Finding love in a new town had not been in Seb's plans. But life has a tendency to throw you curveballs – like Ruari.
When the new head teacher walks into his bar, Ruari knows he has to have him, and damn the consequences. When lust turns to love, nothing else matters. Together they will overcome, no matter what. Or will circumstances drive them apart?

Ruari's head was spinning, his arms were stiff, his cock ached, and he wanted to be alone with Seb. It seemed like hours, but was probably no more than forty-five minutes, before he judged they could leave his bar staff to finish off. He swung behind the bar, grabbed a surprised Seb, and kissed him full on the lips. Cheers and catcalls sounded from the people around the bar.
"You." He finished off with a squeeze to Seb's ass, "are a fucking star. Definitely, a fucking star."
"Too much info boss." Dave was smirking at him.
Oh fucking shit. He realized where he was. Bollocks and buggery and any other appropriate epithets. How the hell was he going to sort this monumental cock-up out? He chanced a look at Seb's expression, and sighed inwardly with relief. Seb was laughing.
"Feet. Mouth into?" Seb asked him.
He nodded. "As Ever. Okay we're finished here. Coffee?"
Seb nodded. Kizzy, who had walked up to them unnoticed made a face, and sniggered. "That is the most pathetic euphemism I've heard boss. Coffee. Hah!" She carried on past them, still sniggering.
"Gotcha there, Boss." Dave patted him on the back. "Take yourself off for er coffee. Don't forget the Swiss roll with it."
"Hells bells." Ruari almost pushed Seb through the door and into the stairwell of his flat. "Are you sure you still want to take a chance on me. I shouldn't be let out without a keeper. And my lips sealed."
Seb pulled him tightly towards his body. Cock found cock and reacted in the best possible way. "Oh, you're not reneging now, boss man." Seb moved so his cock surged upwards. "All that is so easily arranged."
"Huh?" He was so caught up in the sensations of Seb hard against him, he'd lost the thread of the conversation.
"Lips sealed and a keeper. I'll be happy to be in change of all that. Soon." Seb said.
"Okay, so, first we have coffee."
Seb smiled and squeezed Ruari's arm. "Coffee, where's your car?"

His lover's death filled Nate Hawthorn with rage. From that time were born legends of bloodthirsty cats and killer bears, of humans entering the woods and never leaving.
Legend exaggerated, and he had calmed down and accepted the transiency of human life. Fragile, defenseless, but curious, brave, and loving. He'd allowed their presence in his valley in the beginning because they intrigued him with their resourceful cleverness in turning their fragile bodies into a strength rather than the weakness he'd taken them for.
When Daniel died, he'd chosen to live among them for simple reasons. He felt closer to his lover walking among his descendants. He took a warped pride in the growth and the progress of the town Daniel had started, in the prosperity of Daniel's people even as their growth and progress had overtaken his woods. Perhaps some fatalistic part of him believed that the circle of life would one day claim him, had known that they would one day kill him.
When Seth Greenwood, a junior architect with a local firm who dreamed of bigger things, pinned his hopes for career advancement on a project that required the use of Nate's land, Nate realized how much he wanted to live. And how very much he wanted Seth.

"Relax, hero. There's a hunting cabin near the grove. I thought it was abandoned. It was pretty old and empty when I was here yesterday, but maybe someone's come out for the weekend. Good news is, if that's the cabin, the grove is right here." Gerry swung to the left and burst into a clearing. In the center of the clearing small trees stood surrounded by lush grass.
Seth froze. The skin on his nape prickled and tiny hairs rose. It felt like someone was watching them. "Gerry? There's something weird about this clearing."
"Cut it out. Jeez, if I'd known what a pansy you were going to be, I'd have done this differently." Gerry clamped his flashlight in his mouth while digging through his back pack. He pulled out an envelope and spit out his flashlight. "Here. These are your instructions. I better backtrack and find those dumb asses before they get lost. Hurry!"
Seth opened his mouth to protest, but Gerry was gone. He slid a finger under the envelope flap. His heartbeat seemed to echo in the open space. That's when it hit him. The difference here was that he couldn't hear a damn thing. All those crunches and whispers, crinkles, and even the whistle of the damn wind had disappeared. It was eerily silent.
Icy sweat trickled down his brow. He played the flashlight over the clearing again, freezing in place as it picked up a glint of red. Assholes. Playing a trick on the stoners indeed. "Not funny, Gerry!" he called out and stepped further into the clearing, toward the red 'eyes'. "I'm not buying it. Save your trick for someone more gullible. Gerry?"
Adrenaline pounded through his veins as he stepped even closer and a deep, dark shadow rose from the darkness surrounding the base of the tree. A vicious snarl ripped through the silence. His flashlight bypassed the red eyes to glance off white teeth.
"Oh. My. God! Gerry!" He screamed as he stumbled backward. If this was a trick it was a damn fucking good one. He made it to his feet just as the majestic beast pounced and retraced his path out of the clearing as fast as he could. The eerie silence seemed to precede him as he crashed and bumbled his way along. The beast was behind him; he could hear it. Hell, he could practically feel its hot breath on the back of his neck.
The cabin. The lights. He caught the flicker out the corner of his eye as a claw nicked his jeans. A burst of adrenaline increased his speed and he burst through the door of the cabin, slamming it behind him.
Heart pounding, gasping for air, he whirled around. "Sorry. It was after me. I'm sorry, but I can't go back out there."

Justin can usually satisfy Toby's diverse erotic desires, but when Toby craves something only another man can provide, will this test the limits of Justin's love?
One key to the success of Justin and Toby's marriage is plenty of sexual variety, sometimes with other men they meet at the local BDSM club. While Toby assumes the submissive role in their power exchanges, it's more often Justin who generously caters to Toby's erotic appetites. Toby's interest in flirting with a salesman should be trivial in comparison to his other desires. Instead, it sends both men down uncomfortable paths.
Toby manages to assure Justin that it was harmless fun, or so it seems at first. More troubling than Justin being unconvinced is that Toby doesn't entirely believe his own story. When Toby finally figures out he wants something only another man can give him, he knows it won't be easy to tell Justin. More importantly, is realizing a fantasy-- even an exceptionally compelling one -- worth the risk?

They joined my wrists behind me with a simple clip. Bound, blindfolded, and kneeling, I awaited my next orders. They whispered to each other. The bed dipped, and I could tell by the sound of a zipper Paul went for his toy bag on the floor. Justin was doing something too. My desire to know warred with the thrill of erotic darkness.
"Suck me," Justin said.
If he expected me to remove his jock without my hands, it wouldn't be quick. I hoped he remembered I felt foolish the last time we tried that. Thankfully, he'd just done it himself. I lapped at the trickle of pre-cum I found on his magnificent cock. Apparently uninterested in my reverent attitude, Justin pulled me down, leaving me with my face in his pubes as my main support, his cock nearly gagging me at first.
Justin lifted my head with fingers tangled in my hair. That's such a turn-on. I keep it long enough to allow a good handful. "Having a little trouble, Toby?"
"Just enough, sir."
"Slut." He pulled me back down and kept his hands on my neck, more for symbolism than instruction.

Paul smacked my upturned ass, slowly at first. It warmed and tingled under his masterful care. At some point he switched from bare hands to a fingerless glove that had studs or something, but not sharp like vampire gloves. The combined sensations of leather, studs, and bare fingers made it difficult to focus on Justin's cock. That divine balance of pleasure and pain could transport me to subspace if I weren't trying to do a decent job. Despite my best efforts, I lost my rhythm a few times.
"Pay attention, boy. You've gotta work for it," Justin said with his typical "amused Dom" tone, the friendly taunt that showed he got off on my predicament.
Meanwhile, in contrast to the delight of the sensuous spanking, my unattended boner was threatening to become painful. I probed the surrounding space, not expecting to find relief, but I had to try.
"And no coming without permission," Paul reminded me. He gave me a few hard swats.
Despite these distractions, I soon had Justin moaning and grasping my hair. I anticipated my creamy reward for a blowjob well done.


Oscar is excited to meet Derek's family. But Derek's mother is transphobic. Can Oscar help Derek's mom to accept Derek, or will the family split for good?
Chains? Check. Lube? Check. Popsicles? Check!! Oscar and his transgender lover, Derek, are all set for a long weekend of some much needed—and more than a little bit kinky—alone time. When Derek gets an invitation to a get-together from his mother, Oscar is excited for the chance to finally meet Derek's elusive family, even if it'll cut their "festivities" short. But he soon learns the reasons why he hasn't met them yet - the majority of Derek's family, including his mother, are transphobic. Oscar and Derek attend the function anyway, but the stress sends Derek into an all-night migraine, and Oscar is forced to look for help from the last person he wants to: Derek's mom, Beverly. Can Oscar convince Beverly that Derek is her child, regardless of gender? Or will Beverly's narrow-minded ways split her family apart for good?

Oscar looked up from the newspaper and nearly spit his morning coffee all over himself. "What the fuck are you wearing?" Derek stood just outside their bedroom door. In a dress. A frilly lavender dress, pantyhose, and a pair of shiny black heels. Derek hung his head. "I told you we were going to my family thing today."

"My mother hates Derek. She wants me to be Amy." Derek's shoulders sagged. "So I'm Amy."
"Fuck that! Go change." Anger flared in Oscar so intensely that he was forced to put his mug down or else spill the contents with the shaking of his hand. Derek had said his family didn't approve, but this? Criminal. How dare anyone make Derek feel like he wasn't good enough! How dare anyone demand that he change, that he apologize for who he was!
"I can't." Just a whisper.
"Then we're not going. Or I'm not. I'm not going to watch you play dress up and parade around for their approval. That's fucking bullshit! There's nothing wrong with the way you are, and if those assholes can't see that then fuck them, wubby bear. Fuck every last one of them."
"My mother hates Derek," Derek repeated. He stood stiffly, an air of uncomfortable tension radiating from him.
"Your mother ought to be glad her kid's still alive," Oscar spat, thinking of his childhood friend Maria, who'd been unable to handle the pressures of her gender confusion, and had killed herself.
"I think she'd prefer dead Amy to live Derek."
Oscar's face flushed with the red heat of rage. He stood, shaking his head, and took Derek by the elbow. "Come change. Now."

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Behind the Wonderful Life series!

My mother asks me every time what on Earth motivated me to write each book every time a new one releases. Now, she’s a little confused by why her daughter writes about gay men at all — supportive, just befuddled — but I think it’s a question a lot of people wonder. So, why did I write these two books?

I wrote EVERY TIME A BELL RINGS last year in response to a call from one publisher for unconventional Christmas stories. The definition of “unconventional” was left wide open, but the deadline was too soon for me to get anything written in time. Brian Bailey sitting in a living room not his own and watching Christmas shows on TV while trying hard not to give in to depression wouldn’t leave my head, though. Deadlines be damned, I had to write him back to happiness again and see if another publisher would accept his story. (They did!)

Even without losing your parent, your job, and your home, the holidays have a way of bringing out depression in even the most jolly people. I succumb to some pretty dark moods then too, but the one thing that helps is having just one person be glad to see me. So Brian got a very good friend in Mike, who then got Brian a little Christmas hook-up in the form of his sweet and supportive (and artistic!) neighbor Trent. Add a cute kitten with a possible agenda of her own and there was no way Brian could avoid finding some holiday cheer.

Meanwhile, in Arkansas… The main reason I wrote AN ANGEL GETS HIS WINGS was because readers of Brian’s story now wanted more about Mike. And, really, I wanted more about Mike too...and his cousin. I just had to play with that idea! Enter George Whitlock, a little caramel-skinned “godlet” as Mike calls him, who has his own set of devastating problems he’s still trying to overcome.

See, Mike’s had it kind of easy because he lives his life on his own terms, though he does do so far away from his family. He does love that crazy bunch, but he believes he can’t be out around them or he’ll lose them completely. He’s also worried about what he’d do to appease and keep them if they did find out he’s gay. So, he’s got issues, but not like George does.
George lost his mother to illness, then his father and home to hate, and then thought he wanted to die to escape the pain of his so called life. I’ve read about way too many young LGBT people thinking suicide is the only thing they can do to end how much they hurt, so this little story was my way of saving one of them. Maybe it’s simplistic and silly of me, but yeah, that’s why.
So Mike is overwhelmed by George’s strength and it’s what gives Mike the strength to come out too. Though their ending is HFN, I imagine them slowly building their life together, Mike making sure George smiles a lot every day. Honestly, I have this scene of George running through the baggage claim area of an airport with a giant smile on his face before he tackles Mike to the ground where they roll around laughing and kissing. Maybe their story isn’t done being written… ;-)

EVERY TIME A BELL RINGS — Brian dropped everything last year when his mother became ill so he could take care of her until the day she died. People he thought were friends didn’t stick with him and he’s somehow become kind of a recluse without meaning to be. Only Mike, his best friend since they were kids, has stuck by him and is now saving him from homelessness after a fire destroys Brian’s apartment building days before Christmas. Though Mike has to go down South for the holiday, Brian stays in Mike’s apartment with his slightly singed kitten Oreo.
Brian’s only goal is to set his affairs back in order before everything shuts down for the holidays and then make it through those holidays in one piece. He’s lost so much–his only real possession is a photo album of his mom that he risked death to save from the fire–and he’s feeling lost and very alone…until Mike, his hot neighbor Trent, and even little Oreo conspire to give Brian the best Christmas possible and a future that looks a lot brighter.

AN ANGEL GETS HIS WINGS — Mike Sharp is in Little Rock, Arkansas, visiting his family for Christmas while his best friend Brian Bailey’s up north walking right into Mike’s plans to hook him up with his neighbor Trent.

Unfortunately, it seems like someone’s conspiring to get Mike panting after his third cousin, twice removed (or something like that) named George Whitlock. George who keeps sneaking up on him, being all shy and cute, and then having the audacity to give Mike great big calf eyes that are just begging Mike to drop to his knees.

Mike will not give in because, if he does, he could lose his entire family when they discover he’s gay.

Romance has always been the main theme of Missy Welsh’s writing, even when she was twelve and concocting little tales for her friends. She grew up watching tough-guy action movies with her dad and stealing her mom’s romance novels, so it seemed perfectly normal to pair up the two and see what happened. As long as there are men being brave and falling love, Missy plans to fantasize about them— Um, she means write about them. Visit Missy at, Facebook, Twitter and Goodreads.

Would you like a copy of Brian’s and Mike’s Christmas stories? Well, you’re in luck because I’m offering a GIVEAWAY! :-D
I’m giving away BOTH stories in this little series to one lucky commenter! Just leave a message below with your preferred file type, and I’ll randomly choose one person. (If you already have Brian’s book from last December, you can choose any individual short story from my backlist instead.)

Want one additional entry to increase your chances? Tweet the link to this post and include @MissyWelsh81010. The giveaway closes Midnight tomorrow night (12/20/12 EST)
So get those comments in and tweets out now! I’ll contact Friday morning and then leave a comment here announcing who it is. Good luck!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Time to Feel the Winter Heat!

Hi everyone!
It's Raining Men is back with Winter Heat. Some of you may remember when It's Raining Men stopped by earlier this year to show us their Summer Anthology. They have returned to share their winter anthology, Winter Heat.

Daniel B. Johns - Mirrors In The Attic 
My name is Stanley Nelson and I am a psychic working with the Boston Police. My notoriety comes from a voice in my head. When evil threatens my life I run to free the only person who can help me, Luchien. Along the way, I meet Deke Bridges, a Nantucket handyman who harbors a secret that ties us together. Will good win out over evil? Can love survive no matter what the cost? My name is Stanley Nelson...wish me luck.

Kimber Kahn - Fated 
Home. Family. To most, those words bring thoughts of safety and joy. To Ryan Daniels, they bring guilt and pain. Returning to the place he grew up, the place he left behind, he finds something he never bargained for and didn't know he was missing until the afternoon he bumped into Stuart Vaughn. Can Stuart be what Ryan needs to rearrange his perceptions? Are some things truly Fated?

CR Guiliano - Unexpected Winter 
Abbott Wilson couldn’t believe he’d finally made the trek into the Arctic, above the Arctic Circle, in the dead of winter. A dream come true, a challenge to himself that he finally mastered. What he hadn’t counted on was getting trapped in a deep ravine and the masculine and gorgeous man that saved him.  But Iluak was as quiet as he was beautiful. Abbott was strangely drawn to Iluak, but the closer he tried to get, the stranger Iluak’s behavior became and Abbott wasn’t sure what to make of it. Then, Abbott pushed too hard and found himself in a waking nightmare. Or was he?

Julie Lynn Hayes - Son of a Preacher Man 
Levi Thornton is the closeted gay son of homophobic televangelist Marshall Thornton. So what’s the perfect gift for the father who never cared? Levi’s going to find a yummy young man on Christmas Eve, fuck him all night long and six ways to Sunday. And then he’s going to out himself on live national TV on Christmas Day in front of his father and God and everyone else. The problem is he’s having no luck at finding that special someone to share this moment with. Just when he thinks his quest is hopeless, in breezes Darjeeling Crane, and it’s off to the family hideaway for a night of fun. This will be a Christmas to remember, if Levi has anything to say about it.

Patricia Logan - Over the Road 
When Trace Martin, Kyle Kincaid and Ryan Harris plan to take a winter getaway, they decide to try out RV camping. What better location to go in the dead of winter than Aspen, Colorado to hit the slopes. What they didn't count on was what it would be like to be crammed into a tiny bed with a generator that doesn't work. The boys have to resort to making their own heat and what better way than what works best. Join the lovers for the fun, sex-filled adventure into the snows of the Rockies and all the twists and turns of driving over the road.

Donya Lynne - Snowed In Truth or Dare 
Rick's life isn't what he had imagined it would be in his mid-thirties. His wife is cold and resentful, his children treat him like a figurehead instead of a father, and his sex life is nonexistent. A hunting trip with the guys the weekend after Thanksgiving is just what the doctor ordered for him to reclaim his man card and give him back a sense of dignity. But when a blizzard snows in the four men, a game of poker turns into a game of Truth or Dare that's anything but kid stuff. When the dares grow out of hand and the truth comes out about his three companions, will Rick succumb to temptation, as well as to his new feelings for his best friend? Or will he decide that his joyless marriage isn't all that bad, after all?

Ike Rose - December's Dilemma 
The Master of My Passion series started in the story A Midsummer's Night Pickup in the Hot Summer Fun anthology, continues. On their first Thanksgiving together as a couple, actor and singer Hans Rath discovers that complications can result from his being of a different faith than his older lover, world-famous playwright and author Theodore (Teddy) Behr. Pappa Bear is very proud of his Jewish heritage, and reluctant to celebrate Christmas in his home - the one he's told his beloved Goldilocks is their home. Can they compromise?

T.A. Webb - His Name was Harley Manfield 
They were the Three Musketeers and friends for almost twenty years. But when tragedy strikes the group, how will they be able to move forward this Christmas?

A.J. Llewellyn and Serena Yates- Cat vs Dog 
C.A. Tallus has gone to Gay Ski Week in Aspen in search of snow, sex and...a dog? No. No. No.
C.A., or Cory to his friends, hates dogs. Hates them. Especially little ones, which are usually smarter than big dogs and know there's something...unusual about Cory. And of course there is. He's a cat shifter longing to get back into his natural state and run with the wind on top of the Aspen peaks.
When he meets Bryan Braun he senses something different about him, as well. Bryan's no ordinary ski fanatic who's been working too hard and in need of a break. Cory is certain Bryan is a werewolf. His natural enemy! Can a cat and a dog get along? Can they have fun in the snow? And beyond?
And what about the mysterious, big dumb dog accompanying one of the skiers for the raunchy week in the western slopes of the Rockies? What, or more to the point, who is Tank the dog and how did he and his human companion James become involved with deadly Scrimpers?

Sara York - Changing Currency
When Max put's on his evening gowns and high heels, stripping away his masculine identity, changing into the gorgeous drag queen, Maxine the Devilicious, the fun begins. When he runs into his boss from the bank the game changes. Max has a secret and it's about to come out, changing his life, changing his work, changing his everything.