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Monday, January 30, 2012

Is it odd to finish the month with ODD?

Hello, everybody!

I am pleased to announce my upcoming release, ODD, is part of the All Romance Perfect Strangers Series. Now in it second year, the Perfect Strangers series delivers sexy stories of strangers encountering instant passion, and perhaps a happily every after. I think ODD fits well with this month's theme because it highlights one hero's first time engaging in a lust at first sight situation. If you've ever experienced that feeling, hopefully you'll relate to ODD and enjoy it!

I'm happy to share a preview of the story with you, and to offer one free download from my backlist to a lucky commenter. Good luck!


ODD will be available exclusively through AllRomance.com in February.

Synopsis: Greg Hargrove has a ticket to the hottest party in town: Drew Bradley's annual Odd Ball. Dressed for the theme as one half of a popular sitcom duo, Greg doesn't expect to meet his match and engage in a secret night of passion while the festivities rage on. When handsome Rick Wade falls on his radar, however, Greg decides to partake of more explicit party favors. Is Rick more than a one-night stand, though, or can Greg look forward to many passion-filled reruns?

Excerpt:

“In here.”

They found a door that led to stairs, which opened to a second floor of more rooms. Sconces of soft light illuminated yet another hallway, leaving Greg to wonder about the exact size of Drew’s house. Every turn seemed to extend the building, like something out of a Lewis Carroll fable.

Rick gestured him into a guest bedroom—a simple layout and d├ęcor with a double bed and windows overlooking Drew’s expansive backyard—and turned on a small bedside lamp. Greg gazed out to see thick-topped trees bordering an outdoor pool and greenhouse.

“You suppose maybe he’s growing weed in there, and that’s where he gets all his money?” Greg asked, still gazing out the window.

Rick laughed. “I told you, he owns a travel agency. Lots of huge corporate accounts.”

Greg snorted. “Then maybe it’s his private stash.”

The unmistakable rip of a zipper caught his attention, and he turned to see Rick’s pleated slacks now pooled at the ankles. Two awkward steps, with Rick grasping a bedpost for support, and he was free of them altogether. The tails of the Oxford shirt, however, covered Rick’s slim thighs and hid any hint of underwear.

Still, the man looked fit and Greg appreciated the view. “Nice,” he said. “Still don’t see any thong.”

Rick offered him a withered look, masked briefly when the sweater vest flipped up and over his head. It joined the pants, followed almost a minute later by the shirt, which Rick had slowly pulled apart button by button. If Rick had intended this as an attempt at seductive striptease Greg might have told him to move more quickly. The idea of seeing the man naked had already aroused him, and now the sight of nearly nude Rick at the cloth bulge between his legs hardened his own cock.

Greg eyed the silken blue crotch, supported by a barely-there string band. He twirled his fingers in a silent request for Rick to turn and the other man obliged. Greg sucked in a breath on seeing a perfectly smooth ass, tight and delicious. Even in the dim of the room, he clearly made out every curve and dip of the man’s body. No doubt he’d fit snug against Rick, and enjoy pounding into the man’s hole.

“Do I get to see yours?” Rick gripped the bedpost with both hands and pushed his hips upward in invitation. He craned back to smile at Greg, making Greg wonder if the man might try an impromptu pole dance. He bit his lip and tried not to laugh—he didn’t want Rick thinking he wasn’t interested, or that he considered this moment funny.

“I’m not wearing a thong,” Greg said, tilting his head, gaze fixed on that ass.

“Wasn’t talking about undergarments.” Rick’s voice pitched low to match the change in his expression. Heavy-lidded and groaning, he licked his lips and waited. Greg hoped the man liked to receive—the position he held seemed to indicate that.

“Get on the bed and I’ll show you.”

He received a wide grin in response, and as Greg loosened the pull-string on his sweatpants he watched Rick inch forward onto the bed on hands and knees. The plaid comforter underneath dented and bunched with every movement, and Greg heard little disturbance in the mattress. Drew must have invested in memory foam all around, which suited Greg fine. Easier to fuck on that, more traction.

He took his wallet from a front pants pocket and plucked out his emergency condom before slapping both on the night table. He also didn’t waste time undressing, given the way Rick grabbed for the Queen Anne headboard and assumed a doggy position. One hand curled around the smooth, curved wood while the other reached behind him to prepare himself.

Mmm. Greg stepped to one side, out of the sweatpants puddle, for a better look. Watching Rick tug off his thong to play with his hole excited Greg, especially when the other man managed to dip three fingers inside without batting an eye.

“You’re eager to get started,” Greg observed.


BIO: Leigh Ellwood is an award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance fiction. Following the release of her first novel, Truth or Dare, in 2004, Leigh has since written several novels, novella, and short stories. She is an EPIC Award winner and has been nominated for many reviewers awards for her works.
Leigh welcomes reader mail at kspatwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com.

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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Play Along with Chancellor!

Greetings everyone!


Today I’ve been given the opportunity to talk about my book PLAY ALONG, the first book in my AT PLAY series. I’ve spent a lot of time since the release of PLAY ALONG talking about Mark. He’s the first character I introduce you to, the character with the most history and the one I put in situations I’ve been in myself. In fact, I wrote his story as a way to heal from similar bad experiences in my own life. He is easy for me to talk about, and so I’ve done it frequently. Unfortunately, my focus on Mark has left Chance in the background- until now.

Because it is January- and here on the GUYS LIKE ROMANCE, TOO! Blog the theme for the month is “The Jump Off” - or ‘first time’ stories!

And PLAY ALONG is brimming with ‘firsts’ for Chancellor Marshall.



Chance experiences his first heartbreak, his first break-up and for the first time, he finds the courage to stand up to his domineering father. After walking in on his boyfriend, Alex, sucking off his father, Chance decides it is time to try something new. Fueled by hurt and rage Chance makes his way to his very first gay bar where he picks up an older stranger and loses his virginity- and his heart- to his first ever ‘one night stand!’

And here, for your reading pleasure, is just a glimpse of their encounter!

***

Not even the surprise of climbing out of the cab in front of his father's hotel dampened his desire for the big, sexy man. If anything, the possibility of being spotted or recognized only added to his excitement. Giving his ass up for the first time right here under his father's own roof only added to the irony. Even though he didn't recognize the clerk behind the desk when they crossed the lobby to the elevators, it felt good to flash him a smile and a wink before the doors slid shut.

Mark pressed him against the elevator wall, claiming his lips and kneading his ass hard with both hands. Mark's teeth sank into his bottom lip, biting and tugging on the tender flesh. Chance wrapped his arms around Mark's neck, vibrating with excitement. He knew they were putting on a show for the security guys, and that he might even be recognized. It was an unexpected thrill, the risk of getting caught.

Too soon the elevator came to stop on Mark's floor, the doors sliding open with a soft ding. Both men groaned and reluctantly tore out of the embrace. Mark tugged Chance out of the elevator and into the hallway, grinning back over his shoulder while he dragged Chance toward his room. "Come on, baby. Just a little farther and we can try it again without clothes in the way."

Chance hurried into the room after Mark, and before the door even closed behind them, Mark was pulling off his leather vest and tugging the tee shirt out of his jeans. Chance reached for the buttons on his own shirt, but stopped and stared, watching while Mark bared his chest and abdomen to Chance's hungry gaze.

"You too." Mark stalked over and Chance reached out, running his fingers through the soft hairs that covered that broad, ripped chest. He hardly noticed his own shirt being tugged up out of his dress slacks. Mark fumbled over the buttons briefly before he lost patience and yanked the shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room.

Chance shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor before attacking Mark's mouth with his own. A moment later, he was pressed up against the door with his legs wrapped around Mark's waist and his face buried in the wiry hair on Mark's sweaty chest.

Mark's musky scent, combined with the feel of skin against skin made Chance tremble with need. The hot, hard pressure of Mark's erection against his own was enough to send Chance over the edge.

With a cry of surprise he convulsed in Mark's arms, coming hard and flooding his underwear with the unexpected release. The aftershocks wore off, and Chance struggled for breath, burrowing his face more firmly into Mark's chest and clinging to his broad shoulders. Soft lips and sharp teeth nibbled at the lobe of his ear while the quiet rumble of Mark's laughter vibrated under his cheek.

That was twice tonight he'd given Mark reasons to laugh at him. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what, baby? Hell, that was hot!" The laughter was replaced by a more needy sound and Mark began rocking his own erection against Chance's groin. The lips and teeth backed off from his ear, replaced by a soft, wet tongue that danced to the same rhythm as Mark's cock, bumping against Chance's balls. "You make this old man feel young and sexy again."

"Yeah?" Chance finally looked up and saw a blissful expression on Mark's face. Anything else he might have said got cut off when Mark's mouth crashed over his, Mark's tongue invading his mouth. When Mark pulled back for breath, Chance used the space created to slide back onto his feet.

But he didn't stop there. He grabbed Mark's arms and reversed their positions, pushing Mark against the door and sinking down onto his knees. His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper hiding the impressive bulge of Mark's sex from his eyes. Within seconds he had Mark's erection in hand, the older man's jeans and underwear pulled down to mid-thigh.

Mark responded with a strangled gasp, pushing his massive organ through Chance's hold, shuddering when Chance tightened his grip and began to pump up and down the hard length. The tip of Mark's prick was dripping pre-come, and the sight and smell made Chance's mouth water. Unable to resist, he leaned forward, darting his tongue out to swipe quickly across the spongy end of Mark's cock. He pressed the tip of his tongue into the slit, looking for more of the intoxicating flavor.

"Oh, shit, baby! Good. So good…" Mark's fingers threaded into his hair and gently tugged him forward, wordlessly begging for more.

Chance obliged and parted his lips, inviting Mark into his mouth. Humming around the welcome intrusion, he let his tongue flutter along the prominent vein throbbing along Mark's length. With a quick breath he surged forward, taking Mark down the back of his throat and swallowing before backing off again to suckle gently at the tip.

Mark doubled over him, pressing his face into the back of Chance's neck and cursing softly. Chance ran the tip of his tongue along the indention below the head of Mark's cock and smiled around the mouthful. He and Alex hadn't progressed to fucking, but blowjobs? He was a genius. It was a heady feeling, getting so strong a response from someone new, someone as hot as Mark.

Chance gave Mark a few moments to recover, waiting until he straightened back up before sucking again. Turned on more than he could ever remember, Chance reached for the front of his own pants. He worked them open and shoved his hand into the sticky mess under the waistband of his boxers, fisting his own needy cock as he pleasured Mark with his mouth. He redoubled his efforts, wanting to give the incredible man his best blow ever, wanting Mark to enjoy it as much as he was.

He used every trick he knew, bobbing his head quickly along the hard length, sucking in a steady rhythm as his tongue danced in random patterns. His efforts paid off, and after a few moments Mark's hands gripped his hair tightly and held him while he thrust into his mouth. Chance stilled and hummed, allowing Mark to take what he wanted until the movements began to stutter and became jerky. At that point he pulled off and squeezed hard against the base of Mark's prick in an effort to hold off his orgasm. It was cruel, he knew, but he didn't want Mark to come yet, not like that. He had bigger plans.

Chance pressed against Mark's hip to still his desperate movements. Mark's hands tugged softly at Chance's hair and his body sagged back against the wall before he let out a long groan of frustration.

Chance had half expected him to protest, to force himself back into Chance's mouth and finish off the way he wanted to—the way Alex would have done. But no, Mark allowed Chance to take the lead, petting his hair soothingly while he gulped for air.

Chance pressed a kiss against Mark's thigh and released his prick, digging into his back pocket for a condom. Catching the edge of the foil packet between his teeth, he tore it open. Mark stared down at him through heavy lids and Chance met and held his gaze, quickly working the condom onto Mark's straining erection.

"I asked you to fuck me, remember?" Chance tugged at Mark's pants, pulling them down below his knees. "Off, please?"

Mark laughed and smoothed his hand along Chance's cheek before nodding and lifting one foot. "Yeah, okay. Off." He allowed Chance to pull off the heavy boots and socks before stepping out of his pants legs.

Chance sat back on his heels once the job was done and took in the glorious sight of Mark's nude body. A fine sheen of sweat glistened across his chest and belly, beading in his dark hairs and drawing attention to his undeniable masculinity. Chance leaned forward and swiped his tongue through the line running down from Mark's navel, following the treasure trail back down to his sheathed erection.

Now that they were headed for the fucking Chance had been longing for, he felt nervous. Nuzzling the impressive organ between Mark's thighs, Chance tried to calm himself, nipping at Mark's pubic hairs and tugging gently, looking for any available distraction.

Instead of putting things off, it seemed to fuel Mark's lust. In one quick move he hauled Chance onto his feet and pulled him flush against his body, taking his mouth in a fierce kiss, Mark's tongue pushing between his teeth while his hands slid into the back of his pants. Those hands squeezing his bare ass made Chance's head spin, and he nearly came again when Mark's strong fingers pushed between his cheeks and rubbed against his hole.

Chance groaned and pushed away from Mark, needing to put space between them before he really embarrassed himself. He had to keep it together or he would never make it to the main event. Mark stood watching him, panting for breath, his entire body flushed and his eyes eager. Well, of course—unlike Chance, he hadn't come yet.

Chance smiled shyly, trying to appear confident as he toed off his shoes and dug into his pocket again, fishing out a small bottle of lube. "Here, you know what to do with this, yeah?" He tossed the bottle over to Mark before pushing his pants and underwear down and off his legs. Naked, Chance turned away from Mark and crossed the room to the bed. He slowly crawled onto the center and positioning himself on all fours, hoping the move appeared seductive rather than scared.

He must have pulled it off, because Mark joined him quickly, one warm hand on Chance's ass and his mouth on the small of Chance's back. "Damn, Chance! So eager, that's so sexy!" Mark mumbled against his back before snapping the cap on the lube open. The sound seemed loud as a shot to Chance's ears and he tensed, then grimaced, hoping the older man wouldn't notice his reaction.

Mark squeezed one of his ass cheeks and rubbed a slick finger around his exposed hole. Chance dropped his head onto his arms and spread his legs wider, giving Mark better access. When Mark's finger pushed into him, fast and deep Chance hissed and bit the soft skin on his forearm to keep quiet. The stretch and the burn weren't bad, but unfamiliar, and knowing where this was leading made him nervous again. By the time Mark had worked a second finger into him, scissoring them and stretching him in earnest, Chance couldn't help tensing back up.

"Damn, baby, you're tight. Real damn tight—has it been a while?" Mark ran his free hand up and down Chance's spine and nibbled gently on the tender flesh of Chance's ass cheek. The concern in his voice sounded genuine, and he'd been nothing but kind. He deserved to know the truth.

Chance looked back over his shoulder and met Mark's eyes. Before he could change his mind, he swallowed back his panic and blurted it out. "It's been never, Mark. You're in uncharted territory back there… Where no man has gone before."

***

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Monday, January 23, 2012

What makes a character real?

Corbin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been late getting to the office….Lately, though, his work didn’t satisfy him. He’d had to drag himself out of bed then force himself to drive thirty minutes into the city.
This is an excerpt from my new release, Starting Over, from Decadent Publishing. In this introduction to one of the main characters you get a glimpse of a frustrated man. Many of us in the “real” world suffer such a frustration: running late, not being satisfied with what we do, going to the job anyway.

With a glance out the wall of windows overlooking the city on this cloudless, June day, he set his briefcase on the desk. He spared a smile as he noted Hazel had straightened his workspace. She liked things neat and tidy to the extreme; he settled for not a disaster.
In this excerpt we get another bit of characterization about this man. We learn Corbin is important enough to have an office with a view and that he isn’t a neat freak. Again, this last part shows a commonality with many people in how they keep their desktop, even handle their life.
Even after months of salvaging a friendship with his ex-wife, he (Corbin) still felt bad about failing her. He’d honestly tried to shove his secret desires aside and make the marriage work….She’d tried, too, even after she came to accept his bisexuality. Finally they both accepted that he really was more flat out gay than bi. They still loved each other, but they couldn’t be man and wife.
Now we are learning about his internal conflict: finally admitting to others that he is a gay man. And we see the external conflict: that he’d been in a m/f legally binding relationship, which had failed. A reader can sympathize with both Corbin and his ex-wife. He clearly didn’t want to hurt her because he loved her, just not as much as she deserved. He feels badly about letting her down and is also struggling with where to go now in his life.
I’ve given you a brief example of how a writer tries to bring a character to life, tries to make that character believable and seem “real” to a reader. By giving Corbin identifiable personality traits (dreading his job, forcing himself to do something anyway, being a bit of a disorganized office person), the reader can understand him to a certain extent.
When I decided to write this story, I wanted to focus on two strong personalities, both with having suffered obvious difficult moments in their lives. I also wanted to write about a man finally ready to take that big step, his first real step, into a lifestyle completely different from what he had lived for years. And, of course, I wanted to match him with a man truly worthy of being his first male lover.



Corbin was finally trying to ease into his new lifestyle. He was scared shitless, wondered what had possessed him to agree to this 1 NightStand arrangement. He’d spent years fantasizing about this. As he neared the long, lean man with graying hair a bit shaggy, a hard on pushing at the front of his swim trunks, and a sexy-as-hell grin, the dreams paled in comparison.
Matt had considered changing his mind about this one-night arrangement. But as the tall, well-built man walked across the pool area toward him, all thoughts of that fled. Those broad shoulders, the amazing pecs, the spattering of dark hair on his chest…all of it called to him. He wanted to touch it, play with it. He forced himself to calm down. This was a virgin gay man. He would be his first male lover and he would have to find the inner strength to take his time. Could he?

Excerpt:

Matt sat on a chaise lounge near the poolside bar, sipping on some fruity island drink the bartender had insisted he try. Not bad really, but he preferred beer. He’d been out here almost an hour and already had two women and a young stud make advances. He’d politely turned them all down, saying he was here with someone. Now he wished that someone would join him before he had to make excuses again to the Barbie-doll shaped woman heading in his direction.
She had no sooner wobbled up on her ridiculously high-heeled sandals than he spotted Corbin Bradley walking into the pool area. Well, well, well. Prime male and mine for the night. The thought surprised him, but he couldn’t deny the way his pulse raced and his body went on high alert. He grinned, glanced past the twenty-something blonde, and waved at his roomie. “Over here.”
Frowning her disappointment, the blonde walked off, muttering, “What a waste.”
He’d heard that kind of comment many times over the years and didn’t care a bit. He was comfortable with his homosexuality, even if others couldn’t easily see it until he revealed it. Unconcerned with her reaction, he studied the tall, well-built man making his way across the pool area. The photo he’d seen of Bradley didn’t do him justice. It seemed so wrong to ever hide those broad shoulders, the amazing pecs, and incredible six-pack beneath a suit, even an obviously expensive, tailored one. He longed to smooth his hands over what he saw, feel the muscles beneath his palms, play with the nipples and the spattering of dark hair on his chest. He wanted to…. God! Get it together. Stop salivating and be cool.
His cock had hardened and pressed the front of his trunks, so he lowered the hardback book he’d been reading and tented it over his erection. “Any trouble getting here?” A lame question, he knew.
“No.” He looked down at him and Matt saw uneasiness in his eyes. Yet he’d come all this way in spite of his rigid posture, the tightness in his jaw. He stretched out a hand. “Corbin, but I guess you know that already.”
Matt gave him a reassuring smile and shook it. Their hands, like their overall size, appeared similar, except his was callused from work. “Matt.”
With a slight nod of acknowledgment, Corbin eased onto the chaise lounge next to him, turning his head to take in the scene, the dozen sunbathers, the few people enjoying the pool. “I guess you can tell how nervous I am. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
Matt relaxed. “I didn’t come here with a lot of expectations other than getting away, seeing someplace new, sharing the experience with someone.” He held Corbin’s gaze and said, “I’m a little nervous myself, but I think we’ll be fine together.”
His dark brown eyes looked hopeful. “As long as you understand….”
“Don’t worry about it.”
As if he needed to make sure Matt knew what he’d meant, Corbin leaned closer and said so only he would hear, “I’ve never…well, never been with a man.”
The admission took guts. Until that moment, Matt hadn’t really intended to actually have sex with the date he’d been matched with, although he’d toyed with the idea. Now he intended to be Corbin’s first male lover. He would guide him into what could happen between them.

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Friday, January 20, 2012

Carson's first

Hello friends of Guys Like Romance!
Carson here to say I hope your new year has started off on the good foot and may everyone here get paid off their books this year! :)

I know this month's theme is firsts, whatever that first is for your characters, but we had an open spot when January 1st came in so I decided to pick an author in the gay romance genre that means something to me. He doesn't have a 'first' to share with us, but he was my first . The first gay romance I ever came across was back in 2007, All I want for Christmas and he wrote it. It was my first, but far from my last and I have been hooked ever since. Not just on his, but all of it!

So without further delay...multi-published, gay romance author, Remmy Duchene!  Take it away Remmy!

Oh...new shiny place! I can be all bad and play with fire and everything *flics lighter*

Anyways, thank you my dear for inviting me here. I will try my very best not to burn the joint down. Though if I do, it's Jaxx Steele's fault *smirks* Before I did into my blog I would like to wish you all a very happy new year. I hope it brings you joy, booteh and laughter. It is a new year. 2012. I remember when I was just a little one running around, bare-footed in Jamaica and time seemed to go so slowly. Then I move to Canada, got to 16 and it was all down hill from there. Can you believe its 2012 already? Where did the past five years go?

Anyways, to the reason I'm posting. This post is about international locations used in my stories--the flavor if you will. For the most part, I've used Canadian and Jamaican locations as well as some exotic fictional places.

I LOVE cultures. I adore everything from the language to the foods to the mannerisms--everything that gives me a peek into far away lands. The internet is a wonderful place to research because you can sometimes speak with people from these places via webcam or microphone and even with the language barriers the wonderful thing is most computers come with a nifty translator. So viola! Problem solved!

My habit when I write in different countries is to use these tiny, remote places most of our culture has never heard of. I mean using a big city is easy--using a remote place is fun...exhilarating... A few years ago I started a story that takes place in China--it's a secret agent, espionage kinda deal...sort of like...Mission Impossible meets The Rundown. I still have it in my WIP pile because researching China isn't as easy as one would think and those maps--forget about it.

In the upcoming year, my releases take place predominantly in fictional towns. But I have two stories I'm researching right now, LEAKED and TAKA's FLIGHT.



LEAKED takes place in China, with two Secret Agents from CSIS on the run after they were burned (Idea came to me from watching Burn Notice). Actually, Chaz got burned. Leo who has always been in love with Chaz offers to go get Chaz and bring him home knowing any other agent who goes after Chaz would kill him. Now they are both on the run.



TAKA's FLIGHT takes place in Japan, along the Wangan Trail aka Route B and the Shuto, that same stretched of highway from Fast and Furious. It's about a street racer who after being disowned by his parents, and forced to repay his parents for dishonoring them (he's gay of course). And a business man accidentally came across his racing video on an underground website and decides to court Taka to be his new drifting team's driver. This one isn't as complicated as the one that takes place in China, but it still a problem.

Countries are huge, complicated places--especially if you've never been to said country. I've never been to China. But I looked it up and there is a ghetto in Shanghai--parts of Hongkong. This was a place some Jewish refugees ran to during the war from Germany. Who knew there was a Jewish community in China? Parts of this place, if you want to get lost and stay that way, this is the place to go.

These tales take a lot longer to write than others. My advice to you is do your research before you start the story--use google earth to plot things out. I probably should advise you NOT to use google earth when researching China. I may be a bit paranoid but just don't do it.

I have gotten emails requesting more of my Jamaican men. I adore writing these men. But the thing about Jamaica is, they aren't very open to the GLBT world. It is rampant in our music that homophobia is there. The thing is, even though I know this is everywhere, I find it really hard writing a happy story there. I've tried to ignore the rest of the bad--but so far the story is not coming out right at all. I could create a fictional place like Maroon Town where Gays are safe and allowed to be left alone, but what fun would that be? I don't know, I will write more of "Remmy's Jamaican Yumminess" (as one reader put it) but we will see how it all ends lol.


SLOW BURN will take place mainly in Jamaica. It is my second non IR but it will probably span to Martinique as the story goes along, who knows, right?

The truth is, writing IR is fun and putting in a foreign country is even better...I wonder what would happen if I wrote a sexy, Brazilian Capoeira dancer?

Thanks gang for letting me crash here...*hugs*

Remmy Duchene

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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Lust in London


 Alex, who'd never been out of Kansas, jets across the pond to merry 'ol London. He's there for studying and working, but never planned on meeting Mason. The tall, handsome blond loves the attention of this young man and they form a quick, steamy relationship. But is it all a shill for Mason's secret passions? Is his heart already taken? Will Alex remember this trip as just lust in London or a lasting relationship?


In the same vein, this book is partial first love. Alex is a virgin and has never had a boyfriend, until he has an opportunity to jet across the pond from his native Kansas to merry 'ol London for a study trip. There he meets Mason, who catches his attention immediately. Mason is older, experienced, and has been in love before... whom he still talks about. He also meets two roommates...one who's never home, but another why is a homebody and takes care of the other two.  But Alex is determined...he falls for Mason and after a few dates, he is deep into his world of lust, passion, jealousy, all things he's never lived before. It's a tug of war to the very end with a surprise ending and twist!

Again, love the young adults theme, college age. Alex is 21 years old, an adult, but still very young. He's still learning and growing... and finds out where true love lies, somewhere he dared not to even expect!  A joy to write.
This story was inspired by a real-life friend of mine who went across the pond for a study trip...I teased him before he went wouldn't it be fun if he had an adventure? The rest...I made up and the story was born. He loved it!
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Monday, January 16, 2012

Witness Brandon's first touch

Lt. Seth Morrison has plenty of experience, but he's never been with a shifter before. He's wondered what it would be like. Who hasn't? How much of the animal would come through in the heat of passion? Would the hint of danger make the sex all that much hotter? He's curious, but he's never sought a shifter out. As a big man whose job forces him to stay fit and strong, Seth isn't sure how he'd like being with someone stronger than him, someone he couldn't easily pin down.

Then he meets Brandon, a bear shifter who runs a club and seems far too young and cool for him. But Brandon is interested. Really interested. Brandon introduces Seth to the pleasure of having sex with a man who is truly a bear, a man who could grow claws and rip him apart, a man he can't easily dominate.

A little taste of Brandon's first time with a shifter…..



Blurb:
Lieutenant Seth Morrison loves being a cop, but with budget cuts and crime both on the rise, he’s stopped making time for anything but his job.
On the outside, Brandon Lord is an easy-going, flirtatious club owner. On the inside he’s a man trying to overcome a difficult past.
When a murder investigation brings the two men together, passion roars to life. They’re both willing to break the rules to be together. Because as mismatched as they might seem, each man is exactly what the other needs.
Excerpt:
“How’s your leg?” I mean to distract myself but as soon as I ask, I wish I hadn’t. I remember the feel of his thigh under my hand, hard muscles, soft flesh, coarse hair. So many textures to think about. Such a deep abiding need to lick and bite. Fuck. I can’t let him stay here.
“Better. By tomorrow I probably won’t feel much.”
“Good. I need to talk to you about the case. Maybe we should move to the living room.”
He looks so disappointed I almost change my mind, but I can’t let the longing in his eyes distract me. He sits up and swings his legs off the bed. The bandage catches on the sheet and rips loose, tearing away part of the scab and plenty of hair. “Shit!” he yells. Blood wells up and trickles down his leg.
Later, I can’t decide why I ran across the room. It wasn’t like he was going to bleed to death. Did my subconscious push me to make a move that would get us in bed together? Surely I understood where touching him again would lead. We reached for the bandage at the same time. My hand lay on his as we used pressure to stop the bleeding.
“That was dumb. I should have been more careful. I…” His words trail off. I look up. Our faces are inches apart. My heart pounds. I know how supremely stupid I would be to kiss him, but I can’t help it. His lips beg me to take a taste. I close the distance between us and swipe my tongue across his lips, savoring his woodsy flavor. “I need this,” I mumble against his lips.
“God, yes. So bad.” He opens his mouth, and we devour each other. I forget who I am, where I am. I forget that his leg is bleeding, and I’m supposed to be holding the bandage on. I sink to my knees between his legs and cup his face with my other hand, pulling him down so I can explore every inch of his mouth. I slide my tongue along his, growing more desperate for him every second. My hand tightens on his thigh, and he flinches, forcing me back to reality. I let go of him and sit back, breath coming in pants. “Fuck, this is so wrong.”
Brandon shakes his head and cups me under the chin, forcing me to look at him. “I don’t know if I’ve ever done anything this right.”
The intensity in his eyes scares me. I start to pull away. What am I doing? Wrecking everything I’ve worked for? I can’t fuck a man who’s involved in my case.
Brandon squeezes my arms, immobilizing me. “Stop thinking. Stop analyzing everything with that fucking cop’s brain. Just feel.”
I’m not used to being with anyone stronger than me. But I like the way he’s holding me, refusing to let me go. Having a man like him -- young, hot, cool, seductive -- wanting me goes to my head. He makes me forget all the rules, makes me let down barriers I’ve held in place my whole life. I can’t stop.
I kiss him again. My mouth is brutal in its assault. He could easily take control, but he opens to me, letting me have him my way. He tastes rich and smoky like a campfire, like fall. I suddenly want to do more than kiss and fuck him. I want to take him to my favorite restaurant, introduce him to the best coffee in the city, take him boating on the river. I want a fucking relationship.
The thought nearly frightens me into backing away, but he tastes and feels too damn good. I run my hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his fur. I release his mouth and nibble his throat, his collarbone, his shoulder. I sink my teeth into one of his muscular pecs. He growls and pushes his hands into my hair, pressing my face against his chest. “More.”
I bite him again, harder this time, sucking at his flesh, wanting to mark him. He digs his fingers into my scalp, groaning and rubbing his body against mine. I circle his wrists with my hands as I lick at the bruise I made. He lets me pin his hands to the mattress and keep them there. I slide lower and rub my face against the thick hair covering the center of his chest, loving the feel of it brushing my face and catching in my beard. I take a deep breath of his musk.
Then I drop to my knees. “Don’t move.” I release his hands.

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Monday, January 9, 2012

The Stuff of Dreams

The title for this blog post comes from the quote at the beginning of my novel Cat's Quill:


We are such stuff
As dreams are made on.

These words are spoken by Prospero in Shakespeare's The Tempest and work so well for not only for the characters in Cat's Quill but their story which is one of first love and the chance of a new life together.
Tomas Kemp has two successful novels to his name and the true belief that a successful sequel is only a matter of a little inspiration. When Tomas meets a mysterious stranger under the branches of an old oak tree, he feels compelled to tell him about a book he holds dear and the sequel he wants to read. But Cathal doesn’t share that deep belief that the sequel Tomas seeks ends happily. Cathal has seen enough of a world where stories are real to know that happy ever after is sometimes the dream that won’t come true.
But stories have never let Tomas down, and as he follows Cathal across the reality shift between their worlds, he learns that Cathal is right: Happy ever after is never just given—but sometimes, it can be fought for and won.
Tomas's search for answers also explores the fine line between imagination and reality, and between fiction and fantasy.  What is reality, and do happy endings really exist, and more importantly will he be given the chance for one of his own? In order to try and make his own reality he has to find the courage to question not only himself, but what he wants of life. Tomas is not always a particularly pleasant character, due to his fear of being hurt but after meeting Cathal he finds himself beginning to thaw, as the realisation dawns that not only has he fallen in love, but there is a chance that it is returned. This is one of the facets of first time romance which I love, both as a writer, and reader – that chance the characters take, hoping that those feelings are mutual and finding out that they are. For Tomas and Cathal it's not just the emotional journey that goes with that but also taking a leap of faith to follow their dreams into another world and to grab the future you want with both hands and hold onto it.

To finish, a sneak peek at Tomas and Cathal's first kiss, as they show the magic of everything that comes with that far better than I can explain it:

Cathal wiped his palms on his trousers and then turned the page of the journal back and forth, his eyes scanning the words again. “Maybe I could help?” he suggested. “Can you tell me what the story is about so I can get more of an idea of what this kiss should, er… involve?”
“Involve?” Tomas’s voice sounded strained to his own ears. He coughed, clearing his throat before speaking again. “Umm, it’s about a writer who meets someone he thinks might be a muse.”
“I see.” Cathal nodded slowly. “Why does he think that?” He edged closer to Tomas, the book still balanced carefully on his lap.
“He’s drawn to this person he’s not long met.” The explanation sounded somewhat weak now that Tomas had to actually explain it to someone else. “It’s like they have a connection….”
“Like Alan and Roger in your other book?” Cathal frowned. “That doesn’t explain why—” He checked the name. “—Deimos might be a muse though, but then I haven’t read enough.”
Tomas opened his mouth to explain more, how Deimos seemed to appear and disappear out of thin air, how he seemed otherworldly, how Mark kept thinking about him all the time. Cathal placed one hand on Tomas’s knee, his breath warm against Tomas’s face. “Cat? What are you doing?”
“I’m getting into character.” Cathal reached over and brushed Tomas’s hair from his face. “You’re a writer, so you need to be Mark. That leaves me the role of the muse.” His voice was barely a whisper. “This scene is too good for it to be abandoned like the other one.” His eyes dropped to the page and back again. He licked his lips, his fingers tightening on Tomas’s knee. Tomas’s breath hitched.
“Yes, it is.”He swallowed again, reaching out his own hand to caress Cathal’s cheek, echoing Mark’s actions in his book. “I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered, his words following the script, his heart speeding up.
Cathal closed his eyes as he followed Tomas’s cue, slipping into a role that could have been written for him. “I think I’m in love with you,” he murmured.
Their lips brushed together, tentatively, awkwardly. Tomas pulled away, unsure, his breathing growing ragged, Cathal’s skin warm under his fingers, soft but for the slight stubble across his lower cheek, blond facial hair almost invisible. Tomas leaned in again, his lips parting this time in invitation as he pressed their mouths together. Cathal moaned softly, opening his own lips, leaning into it, his fingers threading through Tomas’s hair.
Wet skin, soft and inviting, tasting of coffee and something else Tomas could only describe as uniquely Cathal. It felt right, better than anything Tomas could have imagined. He whimpered, pulling Cathal to him, convincing himself for that moment they weren’t play acting, that this was real, that the man in his arms was someone who loved him.
The need to breathe drove them apart. Cathal’s eyes opened with a start, searching Tomas’s. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t be.” Tomas traced Cathal’s lips with his fingers, committing the scene to memory, allowing himself a photograph he realized he wanted frozen in his mind forever. “I’m not.”

Cat's Quill is available at Dreamspinner Press

I'd like to give a big thanks to Carson and everyone at Guys Like Romance Too for this opportunity to blog and share some of my work.









Friday, January 6, 2012

Established relationships can still have firsts!


Hi, everyone I’m Pender Mackie, an author of contemporary gay romance. I’m excited to be here promoting my short story, Wishful Thinking.

January is the first month of the year and appropriately, Guys Like Romance, Too! chose “firsts” for January’s theme: first date, first kiss, first lover, first “I love you” first…anything.    

I have a friend who’s been in a stable relationship for years. Sometimes he’s a bit of a pessimist. One day, while we were out for a walk, he complained that being in a long-term relationship meant he’d never get to have another first.

I stood there with my mouth open as he tried to explain. After I got over the urge to smack him, I understood what he meant. He’d never get to experience the anticipation of that first kiss with a new lover.  
  
It’s true, some firsts can only be once—I’m not trying to paraphrase Highlander, here—but there is only one first kiss ever, even if it wasn’t so great. Maybe you don’t remember that kiss. Or maybe you remember it only because the guy slobbered all over your chin.

But here’s something to think about.  Even with firsts, sometimes we get a mulligan, a do-over.

If you’re not with someone right now, then you still have that first kiss with a new lover to look forward to—the racing pulse, the quick intake of breath, the almost physical jolt as lips touch for the first time. As long as you’re single, the possibility is there. Even if that kiss seems like it might be a while in coming.

If you’re in a relationship then you get the first kiss of the day. Pressing your lips to sleep-warmed skin, or against a damp, soap-scented nape as your partner dries off from the shower. You can have that everyday.

First kiss ever, first kiss with a new lover, first kiss of the day: they’re all something to look forward to. (I’ll climb off my soapbox now.)

When I wrote Wishful Thinking I tried to capture that “first” feeling. I’m happy with the way it turned out. It’s one of my favorites. Here’s the blurb and excerpt.



Quiet, reserved Derrick has never had a date. That doesn’t stop him from wishing and dreaming, especially when he’s working a boring shift at the coffee shop. On a cold, rainy evening, the shop is deserted, and Derrick daydreams about his fantasy boyfriend, Rory, a fellow university student. Derrick doesn’t know much about Rory. They’re not in the same classes. They’ve never even talked.

When Rory is his last customer of the night, Derrick comes face to face with the man of his dreams. The real Rory is even better than the fantasy and he wants more than coffee… he wants Derrick. By the end of his shift, Derrick will find out if all his fantasies can come true.

Excerpt

I looked up automatically when a figure walked past the front window of the coffee shop. The person kept going—head down, huddled under an umbrella—thank God.
I didn't want any more customers this near to closing time. My current customers looked as if they were finally getting ready to leave.

They were a young couple that had probably just started dating. They'd spent their entire time in the shop sitting quietly, holding hands, and staring dreamily into each other's eyes. They were so wrapped up in each other, I could have tap-danced on the counter and they wouldn't have noticed.

Not that I'd be likely to dance on the counter. I'm too introverted to draw that kind of attention to myself.

I'd be relieved when they left and not just because it was almost time to close. That level of mutual adoration is hard to take when you're single. Especially when you're pretty sure you're going to remain single, at least for the foreseeable future.

I pretended not to watch as the girl reached up and gently touched her boyfriend's face. He turned his head and kissed her palm. I envied them. I wanted that kind of intimacy with someone special.

I hadn't actually ever been on a date. The closest I'd been to dating was sneaking into the dugout at the neighborhood baseball diamond with Jaden Agostini a few times, back when we were both fifteen. I didn't think a couple of fumbling kisses and a quick mutual grope session met the official definition of a date. Even if it did, that had been over four years ago.

Four years without a date is a pretty sad state of affairs for anyone, but I'm kind of shy until I get to know someone. If I didn't feel so awkward around new people, it would be easier to meet a guy, talk to him, get to know him, maybe work up the nerve to ask him out.

I had a particular person in mind, but that was wishful thinking. It would never happen. Even if I had the confidence to talk to him, to dazzle him with my knowledge of obscure sci-fi trivia or my unusual sense of humor, he was far too friendly and outgoing to be interested in someone quiet like me.

The shop's door opened. A current of cold, wet air and a few aggressive raindrops escorted a last-minute customer across the threshold. The heavy rain had kept most people home tonight. I hadn't had any customers other than the lovebirds and now this guy, dripping his way across the floor.

Damn. Now that he was here, even if the couple left, I wouldn’t be able to close up a few minutes early. I'd be stuck here right up to the last minute. That would suck because I'd miss the ten o'clock bus and have to wait a half hour for the next one.

I didn't normally try to cut out early, but I had a paper due before the weekend and I was scheduled to work almost every night this week. I'm not supposed to be doing homework when I'm working, even if the place is completely devoid of customers, but if I'd ignored the rules and brought my computer, I could have at least proofed the completed part of my paper. I'd left my laptop at the dorm though, so instead of being productive, I'd spent almost my entire shift hoping for diehard coffee addicts to keep me busy, and daydreaming about my fantasy boyfriend.

Of course, now, when it was least convenient, I finally had the customers I'd wished for.

I leaned on the counter and watched resignedly as my latest patron took his time getting settled at the table in the corner—the big one with the L-shaped bench and all the cushions. Even though he was short and slim and wearing a hooded raincoat, which hid his face, I knew it was a 'he' and not a 'her' by the clothes and the build. He had a backpack too, so it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he was a student.

Double damn. The coffee shop was close to the university. I'd served lots of students. They always ordered something inexpensive and then sat for hours pretending to study or reading the out-of-date magazines. Now I'd never catch the ten o'clock bus.

He took off the backpack and casually slung it onto a chair on the far side of the table, across from the bench. He peeled himself out of his sopping-wet jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. Then he straightened and shook his hair out as if he were a wet dog.

As I stared at my customer my heart stopped, then started up again. It raced along as if I'd just guzzled a triple espresso.

I knew him. Well, technically I didn't know him, but I knew who he was. I'd seen him around. Seen him on the university's campus, hanging out, talking and laughing with his friends in the cafeteria or walking to class.

He was my fantasy boyfriend.


Thanks for reading and thanks, Carson for letting me do a little shameless promoting. J


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Young Love for the New Year

Ah, young love...

First love is the sweetest of all. Especially when it comes upon you unexpectedly. For Scott, he doubts he'll ever find love at all in his life. He's low on the self-esteem meter and has no friends. That is, until his math teacher pairs him with the worst student, jock Jared. He's drooled over the hot blond silently, but has said nothing. Now is his chance! Amazingly, (in Scott's mind) they get along great and form a wonderful friendship, but hold on...not everything is black and white...Jared hides a secret. Scott needles him to find out what it is, but he won't budge. Their friendship grows and grows, but the trust factor needs to also. Things progress and they find out each other is gay, which leads to Scott's first kiss! But there's still the secret...and Scott's insecurities. Will it last? Stay tuned to the twists near the end for this one.
Young love is one of my favorite topics to write about, which is why YA and teens are my favorite group. They are fickle creatures and can cause heartache, but that adds to the drama I crave as an author.  I hope you enjoy Love by the Numbers!

Scott was the brainy geek with a heart of gold no one bothered to find. Jared was the school baseball star with a horrific home life no one else knew about. A twist of fate made them tutors... math. They discover friendship, then love... but is it enough?


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Monday, January 2, 2012

The first in the month of Firsts!

Hey everyone and welcome to the month of Firsts!

*insert applause here*
Jaxx Steele back atcha to to kick off the year and the month with my first ski trip.
I always had the desire to ski. It looked like so much fun. Skiers look so cool swooshing down the snow covered slopes in those sleek looking outfits and the large shaded goggles over your face. I even fantasized about me rushing down with no poles speed skiing because it looked so cool when I watched it on the winter Olympics every four years. Let me tell you guys right now, all that came to a screeching halt when I actually tried it.

One of the things that attracted me to my boyfriend was he was a was a skier. He had the great skier body, strong, lithe and graceful. I had these grand visions of us dancing down the slopes side by side like I had seen people do when they roller skate. *shaking my head* Don’t ask. I have no idea how I even connected the two. Anyway, we had been together for almost two years when I had the bright idea to accomapny him skiing. He leaped on the thought because he hadn’t gone at all since we were together opting to spend the time with me doing other winter sports since I didn't ski. 

Hou always took a long weekend visiting his family in southern Indiana when he went skiing. So the plan was set. We went to see his family for Thanksgiving that year and took a day trip to a resort with his cousins.

So there I was all keyed up looking forward to the idea all the way up the hill. When I looked down the other side my whole world started to spin. And this wasn’t even the real hill. It was the beginner slope. Elementary age children were buzzing pass me rushing excitedly down the hill and there I was--the only grown ass man on the kiddie hill--standing there with my knees shaking, trying not to throw up in the snow as I looked down the side. As I stare down this mountain all I hear is giggling all around me and screaming kids saying, "Go Mister, your holding up the line!"

the little demons
So, completely not ready, but refusing to be punked by this little kid, I decided to go for it. I did my fifteen minutes of ski class. What could happen, right? So, ignoring the caution signs in sweetheart's expression, I took the plunge. Remembering my teaching, I bent my knees, pushed off the poles and I was off. I even managed not to scream. The next thing I remember was realizing how blue the sky was and the air around filling with a crescendo of giggles and full blown laughter.

Yup. You guessed it. I wasn't on the slope a whole minute before I lost my footing and rolled down the hill head over feet landing on my back. Hou said it looked like I was purposely cartwheeling over the snow to get to the bottom. I’m convinced the only thing that stopped me from breaking my neck was that my tumbling ended quickly, but had the hill been bigger and had I gotten a little more momentum... Yes, well, that may have saved my neck and possibly my life, but it sure didn’t save my leg. I was broken in two places thus ending my skiing career.

I still watch the skiing and ski jumping competitions on the winter Olympics every four years, but that is the closest I ever want to get to it again. When Hou gets the itch to go skiing I continue to accompany him to Paoli Peaks or wherever else he wants to go. He hits the slopes having a fantastic time and I hit the club house with my hot chocolate and my Nook. He comes back all excited regaling me with his triumphs over this hill and that hill and telling me how good it feels swooshing through the brisk clean air. I nod my head attentively loving his excited expressions and the sound of happiness in his voice as I add another splash of cognac to my drink.

Because my first ski adventure didn’t quite turn out the way I planned it, I decided to write about Greg’s first ski trip to Lake Tahoe. His didn’t turn out the way he planned either, but it was a hell of a lot better than mine! LOL Enjoy!



Blurb:
Gregorio Santos was not like his co-workers. They rushed to the warm temperatures and white sand beaches of the Caribbean for vacation. He preferred the white cold of the ski slopes. Greg is single and determined to remain that way despite his loneliness. While on vacation at Lake Tahoe, an accident strands the sexiest man he had met in years at his cabin. Will his resolve to stay single outlast being trapped with a man that gives the term 'bringing sexy back' new meaning?
Available at Freya’s Bower


Excerpt:
Greg looked over into a grin on Thomas sensual lips that spoke volumes. He opened his mouth to say something, but another voice interrupted them.
“Tom! Tom, its Stephanie! Are you there?”
Tom chuckled at the startled look on Greg’s face. “That’s the radio in the other room. All of the cabins have them in case of an emergency,” he explained.  He put his mug on the coffee table and rushed by him.
Greg shook his head and watched Thomas’s his long strides take him into a small room beneath the stairs.
“Yeah, Stephanie, I’m here.”
Greg followed and when he appeared in the doorway found Thomas sitting at a small desk, talking into an old hand radio. His soft blond hair fell forward as he leaned over to speak. When he turned his head to acknowledge Greg’s presence in the doorway, his profile was devastatingly handsome.
“Tom, the snow doesn’t seem to be letting up! It will probably snow throughout the night! What cabin are you in?”
“Number twelve.”
“Oh! Then you’ve met Mr. Santos. He’s a very nice man, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you stay there until morning.” The static filled announcement came, “We will not be able to dig you out until the snow stops.”
“Okay, Steph. Keep us posted on the weather, in case it stops some time tonight, will you?”
“Sure thing, Tom. Good night.”
Thomas released the connection button and turned to Greg. ”Well, its official,” he said throwing his hands up. “I’m broke down and snowed in.”
“You don’t say?”
He chuckled. “And you’re Mister Santos, huh?”
Greg smiled. “Oh, I never did tell you my name, did I?” He chuckled and left the room. “Sorry about that. My name is Greg, well it’s Gregorio, but I like Greg.”
“Then Greg it is. Nice to meet you, Greg. So, is it okay?”
“Is what okay?”
Thomas grabbed his hand, stopping him and turned him around. “Can I spend the night with you?”
Damn. Talk about your loaded question.
Greg slowly pulled his hand out of Tom’s. It had already started to tingle uncomfortably from his touch.
“Of course. What kind of person would I be to throw a man out in the snow with no way home?” He turned quickly and headed for the kitchen. “I came down to make something to eat. Are you hungry?”
“I’m hungry for a lot of things.”
Greg raised an eyebrow, but chose to ignore Tom’s statement. “Well, I hope one of those things is hamburger.”
Thomas sat back down on the sofa with a chuckle. “Love them.”
“Good because that’s what I’m making for dinner along with some half decent tasting microwave fries. I wasn’t expecting company so….”
“Hey, you won’t hear me complaining. I will be grateful for whatever you decide to share with me.”
Greg sent a questioning look across the room and their eyes met. Tom’s crystal blue eyes were smiling at him over the mug while he drank. Greg lowered his gaze and flipped the burgers he put on earlier.
Easy Gregorio, calm down. No need to jump the gun. You just met this man. You are only together by sheer happenstance. Tomorrow when they come to dig out his truck, you will continue your vacation as planned and you’ll probably never cross paths again. That’s usually what happens when you meet fine men like Thomas.

Jaxx Steele