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Sunday, March 22, 2015

Sunday Snippets with @leebrazil and me :) #booksale #mmromance #mustread

So…are you curious what that *points to title of blog* means? Yeah…so was I.

And that is where a certain Lee Brazil comes in. What can I say? Lee comes up with some fab ideas…he’s so darn cool. :)

So every month (we are starting this late for March…oops) we will have a book of the month of ours…and we’ll discount it (times may vary as allowed by Amazon and whatnot). But during the month we will post enticing snippets from the book every Sunday for you to enjoy.

My first book to be showcased is a Story Orgy Single The Mama’s Boy…from the Story Orgy Bad Boyfriend Collection.

I personally think this collection of three stories from Lee Brazil, Hank Edwards and me are completely terrific…and really, who hasn’t had that bad boyfriend that they really wished would just get boinked over the head and maybe turn out to be the one?

But that never happens, does it? Once bad always bad? Not necessarily true when the Story Orgy steps in…the bad boyfriend has a fighting chance.

Nice thought, right? :)

So…between 3/24 (Tuesday) until 3/30 (next Monday) you can snap up this novella for 99¢ at Amazon US & Amazon UK.


Blurb

Story Orgy Singles brings you...
Bad Boyfriends.
The men your mother should've warned you about, but probably didn't.

Donnell Rastnor can’t wait to get to know his co-worker Jaime outside the office. They share a lot of interests in common, and let's face it, Jaime makes Donnell's body sit up and take notice. Donnell just doesn't realize that Jaime is a package deal.

Jaime Dierdon is a good man. But, at the ripe old age of twenty-six, he sees no reason to cut the apron strings of the woman who raised him on her own. So what if he has to postpone certain things because his mom needs him, surely his new boyfriend Donnell will understand.

One of them believes one plus one equals two…so why does the other always come up with three?


Sunday Snippet

The First Date

Jaime Dierdon stood outside the Cineplex watching all the couples pass to purchase movie tickets. He tightened his hand around the two tickets for the already sold out show, Round Again, the highly anticipated sequel to Round the Bend. Every showing for the rest of that Friday night—and the first two for Saturday—completely sold out in less than an hour.
Hell, he wouldn't even have this set if it not for his terrific mother. She knew he wanted to impress his blind date tonight and had called her best friend, whose husband was the regional manager of this particular movie theatre chain.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the action movie tickets and smiled. Then he blushed and shook his head from the clouds. Damn, if anyone stopped to pay him thirty seconds of attention, they would quickly tag him as a teenybopper on his first date, instead of a twenty-six-year-old college graduate.
He couldn't help it. Technically this might qualify as a blind date, but secretly Jaime wasn't as blind as the man he planned to woo tonight. Call it cheating, but Jaime had daydreamed about going out with Donnell Rastnor for the last six months. That was about the exact amount of time as Donnell's employment for the same company Jaime worked for. When he found out that Donnell shared an area in the same department as Jaime's best friend, he finally got up the nerve to ask Sheila to set them up on a blind date.
"Jaime?" A deep rolling voice broke through his thoughts, and Jaime jerked his head to the left. Standing there in a pair of crisp tan slacks and black long-sleeved tee was the man he fantasized over.
Donnell must've cut his hair, it no longer brushed his ears with perfect black curls, but now was cropped close to his scalp. Jaime's disappointment only lasted seconds when he realized the shorter cut accentuated his high cheekbones and drew attention to those thick pouty lips that he knew would look fabulous wrapped around Jaime's cock.
"Um…you're Jaime from accounting, right? I mean, I know I haven't actually been introduced to you, but I've seen you around the office on the third floor visiting Sheila."
Shit. Jaime realized he hadn't even said hello yet.
"Sorry." He shook his head and offered his hand to Donnell. "Yeah, I'm Jaime. I'm really glad that Sheila talked me into going out on this blind date." It was just a small fib, not even on the level of a little white lie really.
Donnell's grip was strong but not punishing, his skin thick and tough with calluses. Made Jaime wonder what he did outside of work, his position in the order department didn't actually warrant hard work with your hands.
"I'll admit, I was a little taken aback by her subtle request that I should ask you out." Donnell's rich voice morphed into a libido-raising chuckle that had Jaime reaching for his crotch.
Thank God he stopped before making a complete ass of himself.
He raised his eyebrow and smirked. "Subtle and Sheila don't belong in the same sentence. Have you heard the story of how she snagged her boyfriend?"
Donnell smiled and took Jaime's elbow in hand and slowly sauntered to the ticket booth, looking up to see their options.
"Well, damn, Round Again is sold out…" He squinted a bit and studied the board. "Until next millennium it looks like too." He chuckled softly. "I hoped we could catch that one, I own the first movie. It's a surefire way to make me laugh, even though it's classified as an action flick."
Jaime pointed to him and cracked a smile. "I know what you mean! Remember that scene when the entire parking lot blew sky high?" He lowered his voice and added a southern drawl. "Look at the bright side, you didn't remember where you parked anyway."
"Classic line!" Donnell burst into laughter alongside Jaime.
They stood there for a brief time, when one's laughter subsided he'd look at the other and it would start again. The moment, to Jaime, was special and telling; something that many established relationships didn't have the privilege of experiencing. His ribs hurt from the laughing and his face felt stretched from the smiling and he couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed someone's company so much so quickly.
Donnell's long slender brown fingers wiped the moisture from his eyes that crinkled in the corner from mirth. "Oh well, there're plenty other movies to choose from." He stepped toward the stanchion with the red corded rope attached to it.
Jaime opened his mouth to explain that they would indeed see Round Again, but when that bicep flexed in front of him, he couldn't stop his hand from reaching out to touch. He curled his fingers around that hard muscle and squeezed, when the muscle answered him with another ripple Jaime's heart stopped beating for a second.
He quickly raised his eyes to Donnell's brown ones—though calling Donnell's eyes brown equated to calling an Andy Warhol original mildly interesting. The brown interwove with streaks of golden honey and what looked like a pale green too. A thick band of gold encircled the whole beautiful kaleidoscope effect.
Donnell raised his eyebrow but made no attempt to shake the hand from his arm.
"Oh…um…" Jaime stammered and held up his other hand, showing the tickets to Donnell.
Instead of grabbing them from his hand to read them, Donnell wrapped his fingers around Jaime's wrist and held it. Jaime watched his eyes move over the lettering right before the corners of his mouth slowly rose into a huge grin.
"Holy shit…" Donnell's eyes suddenly went big and he blushed. "Crap, excuse my language." He shook his head and laughed. "Excuse that too. Seriously, this is great, how early did you show up to get these?"
"I just arrived about ten minutes ago. My mom plays pinochle with a bigwig of the theatre's wife. She got the hook-up for us. She's good like that." Jaime chuckled, Donnell's excitement fueling his own.
"Well, I think I owe you a very large tub of buttery popcorn and a soda to wash it down." Jaime controlled his breathing when Donnell moved his hand from the outside of his arm and tucked it up and under.

"Sounds great, but oh…I don't drink soda. My mom kinda instilled the whole no sugary drinks thing in me. I'll take a bottle of water instead, though."



So…between 3/24 (Tuesday) until 3/30 (next Monday) you can snap up this novella for 99¢ at Amazon US & Amazon UK. And don't forget to swing by Lee Brazil's blog and check out his deal of the month too! :)

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Book Tour: Sight and Sinners @PridePromo @SusanMacNicol7 #mustread #mmromance #bookcontest

Sight and Sinners

About Susan Mac Nicol: Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…

She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason.  She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.

Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots. 

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.


Susan can run but she can’t hide…find her here:
website: www.susanmacnicol.com
blog: susanmacnicol.wordpress.com
facebook: www.facebook.com/susiemax77
twitter: www.twitter.com/SusanMacNicol7
pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/susiemax777/pins/
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tumblr: http://www.susanmacnicol.com/my-tumblr-blog/

Sight and Sinners
The Men of London #2
(it can be read as a standalone)
Cover Artist: Borough’s Publishing Art Department
Publisher: Borough’s Publishing Group


We've got blurbage: 
THE MEN OF LONDON
From Charing Cross to Waterloo, there’s no escaping love.

SEEING THROUGH…

28-year-old Draven Samuels has a tragic past, but as an investigator with a high-profile London company he now gets what he wants. Tough, sarcastic, and sceptical, he has no patience for lies and even less for people who waste his time. Even if they’re as beautiful as the wild and dark-haired Taylor Abelard. Especially when they’re talking over the body of a murder victim.

THE DARKNESS

Psychic Taylor Abelard is used to people calling him a freak. He can see past events and feel the ghostly vibrations of people close to him who've passed on. It’s why he doesn't get too close to the living. But this time, against his better judgment, despite Draven’s mocking rejoinders, Taylor will get closer than ever before. The mystery surrounding a dead friend will lead the two men down a dark and seedy trail of blackmail and lies. Add in the heartbreak of a family tragedy, and events lead them straight into each other’s arms. By the end of this night, all their demons will have risen—and been banished with the dawn.

Categories: Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance, Mystery


And a sneak peek:
The man Taylor was blowing definitely didn’t know how the hell to keep quiet. Taylor’s lips were wrapped around his dick, while above him a man stood, panting and moaning, turning the air blue with his curses. Taylor stopped what he was doing, causing the blowjob recipient to groan in dismay, and glared at the sweaty face above him.

“For Christ’s sake, Georgie, can you stop it with the fucking porn noises?” He glanced around him nervously. “This is where I work, damn it, and if anyone hears you they’ll come outside to see what all the fuss is about.”

Georgie’s wide eyes cast a quick glance around the deserted alleyway behind ‘Music Mayhem’ where Taylor was employed, then looked down at Taylor kneeling between his legs.

“Sorry, mate, it’s just that you’re so damn good at this and it’s been a while.”

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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Pulp Friction has landed in NOLA #pulpfriction #mmparanormal


It’s finally here! Pulp Friction 2015 is here and taking place in New Orlean’s…



This year we are doing something a little different and basing PF in the Altered States world…that’s right shifters and ghosts and incubi oh my!

Can you tell I’ve been dying to say that…lmao

And who do you think decided to go with an incubus as one of their main characters throughout the Pulp Friction 2015 year? Oh that would be yours truly *bows*…I know – what am I, insane? *heads desk*

So please join my world and meet Laurant


Ain’t he a cutie? You can find him at AmazonARe and Smashwords.

Let’s see if we can drive him completely and totally senseless…doesn’t this promise to be all kinds of fun? lmao


Blind Stud
In a world where supernatural creatures openly exist, who can blame them for coalescing in one of the most fascinating and erotic places on earth? Welcome to New Orleans.

Laurant likes sex...

Maybe that’s an understatement, pleasures of the flesh are more than enjoyment, they’re a necessity. He’d starve without them. Problem is, he isn’t attracted to women, and in his family, if you get your sex from men, you’re the wrong type of demon. The (unfortunate) life of an incubus isn’t all orgies and orgasms.

That life is about to get a lot more interesting, though, when he catches sight of a lost and alone human who definitely needs his help…doesn’t hurt that he’s hot as the NOLA summer with just as many mysteries about him.

A stranger to himself...

What are you supposed to do when you blink your eyes and realize you have no idea who or where you are? Pretty sure the answer isn’t trust a sex demon with your life…all things considered that may be the lesser of two evils…


About Pulp Friction 2015
Lee Brazil ~ Havan Fellows ~ Parker Williams ~ Laura Harner

The Pulp Friction 2015 Altered States Collection.
Four authors.
Four Series.
Twenty books.
One supernatural finale.

Spend a year with the creatures that go bump in the night…fighting for their rights to exist and protecting the innocents of The Big Easy. A diverse group of friends trying to find their place in a world they never had to “fit” into before.

Although each series can stand alone, we believe reading the books in the order they are released will increase your enjoyment.

Round One:
Drawing Dead (Jack of Spades: 1)
Blind Stud (King of Hearts: 1)
The Devil’s Bedpost (Four of Clubs: 1)
Diamonds and Dust (Ace of Diamonds: 1)


Blind Stud
A poker game played as five-, six-, or seven-card stud where all the cards are dealt face down—you are blind to them.
This game is action-packed and exciting, the gamble is exceedingly prominent…paralleling life perfectly.


Chapter One

He blinked.

He swept the landscape in front of him, houses and people and lots of colors—greens, yellows, and purples all over the place…

He blinked again.

Nothing was familiar to him. It wasn't unfamiliar in the aspect that he couldn't remember any of it—more in the realm of he'd never seen this place before in his life. A distinct difference between driving an as-of-yet never ventured into part of town compared to driving through a completely different region with differently styled buildings and a foreign feel.

This was a foreign feel to him.

He turned a hundred eighty degrees and stared at the surroundings previously behind him.

Another blink.

Still nothing.

Where was he? What city was he in? What state? Country?

Someone hurried past him on the sidewalk and roughly bumped his shoulder. The unexpected force twisted him at the waist but his feet were planted firmly in their spots and didn't budge.

"Sorry." The pretty, tall girl smiled coyly at him before the man she was with proprietarily grabbed her elbow and tugged her forward.

He winked at her, enjoying the tinted hue enveloping her cheeks before another jerk on her elbow had her facing front and speed-walking to keep in step with her boyfriend.

Tilting his head, he admired her ass, the perfect shaped globes jutting out on the bottom and tapering up to an hourglass midsection, reminding him of an upside-down heart. His gaze leisurely made its way to the boyfriend's ass, firm, solid and blessedly not flat. It had none of the jiggle the woman's ass boasted. Truly buttocks a man could hold and work into without worry of hurting the sensitive bits.

The woman was cute. The man was hot.

Either one would be a nice distraction, but he had issues at the moment that had to be tended to.

How did he come about standing here, not knowing where here was?

Others walked around him, more considerate than the female. The sidewalk where he stood featured a decent amount of foot traffic, or at least he assumed it did. What was a decent amount of foot traffic? A dozen people every few minutes? Two dozen?

Again, he shook his head, trying to focus on the problem at hand. The number of people forced to step around him would not answer the question of who he was.

Oh my…he didn't know who he was either.

Well, this was inconvenient.

He brought his hand up and ran it through his hair—short and soft. He then gripped his chin and rubbed it. Bristly. Somehow he knew that to be the norm; he suspected he hated shaving.

His stomach growled and he concluded he enjoyed food, and needed some soon. But for food he'd need money…and where there was money there would be identification.

His dunce moment finally ended and he searched the pockets of his jeans. Empty. Well, of course he wouldn’t get lucky enough to have something as important as an identification card or license. That would be too simple. He wondered if his luck always ran in this direction.

So to put this all in perspective, he stood in the middle of an unknown street with no memories, identification, or money?

If he prioritized his situation, his hunger needed attending to first. After that simple task, he could move on to the more complex issues, like who he was and where he came from. Sure, where he stood was important also, but learning where there was seemed relatively easy.

Just to prove that fact to himself, he stepped over to a gentleman who’d been fixated on him quite obviously.

"Excuse me, where am I?"

The man looked him up and down before the corner of his mouth twitched. He stepped closer and ran a hand lightly down his arm. "Where are you trying to go?"

The man tried to maneuver closer but he stared him down, not appreciative of the uninvited attention. Something about this person made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.

He decided this wasn’t the person to help him with his dilemma and turned away.

An unapproved hand grabbed his forearm and the stranger spoke again, “Don’t run away so quick. I can help you.” The words were innocent enough, but the impression behind them made his skin crawl. He didn’t understand, but his gut reaction was to leave this man’s presence now. Since he didn’t have anything he could trust right now but himself, he heeded his gut’s sentiment and yanked his arm back.

As the man reached again another stranger appeared, almost as if from nowhere, and situated himself right in between him and the man.

"Vic, my dear, you have me intrigued." The new stranger winked at him before turning to the man he'd tried to escape. "We're good. Head on down the banquette, sugar."

He expected the man to be upset by the interruption, but instead, his eyes darkened as he looked between the two of them. He didn't move his feet, but his body leaned forward trying to invade their personal space.

"Oh no no no, off wit’ ya now." The new stranger laughed, a deep drawl rolling through his voice that wasn't there mere seconds ago.

The man seemed to respond to it as was evident in the very pronounced bulge of his jeans. Nodding to them both as if in a haze, he turned away and hurried to another small group of people, immediately sidling up and hooking his arm around a shapely woman’s waist.

The new stranger belly-laughed rather loudly before straightening and centering his full attention back to him. "Deities save me from humans that think they’ve got game. This is the place for me to do that voodoo I do so well. Now back to you, Vic…tell me all about yourself. Don’t you be leaving any bits and pieces unexplored, either."

He looked at the new intruder. This one didn’t raise any warning bells in his system yet. The man wasn't much smaller than him physically, yet he had a distinct impression that size wouldn’t be judged in feet and inches with this one.

"Do you know me?"

"Well, not in the biblical sense…yet…" the man quickly responded, dragging his upper teeth over his bottom lip and pulling it tight.

"What's your name?"

“You can call me Laurant…or fate, either or.”

“And my name is Vic?”

Laurant studied his face. “You don’t know?”

He took a deep breath, wondering if this man knew him or was just causing trouble. “You called me Vic. Am I?”

“Well you reek of victim, Vic. That player had you in his sights something fierce.” He nodded in the direction of the hustler and his next mark. “Me being a stand-up kind of”—he cleared his throat—“guy, I couldn’t let that happen, now could I? As for what your real name is, well, it’s customary for the owner of the name to bequeath other people with it, not the other way around.”

Just as he figured, Laurant didn’t know him and they were wasting time standing here chatting. He turned and walked away down the sidewalk.

“Oh hey hey, now now, if it was that easy to escape me, my friends would’ve done it many many years ago…I’ve got legs too, you know.”

“What do you want?” He decided if he could satisfy this Laurant character then maybe the man would leave him alone.

“I’d settle for a good fuck.”

That was just crass enough to make him stop walking. He turned toward the man and really studied his face, looking for some hidden message in his features. Laurant had striking aquamarine eyes that seemed to delve into his very soul, lips with a perfect cupid’s bow, and a chin and cheeks covered with stubble that would rub perfectly against his own.

He jerked, stepping away from Laurant with that thought. Regardless of the other man’s exclamation of wants, he’d meant his perusal of him to be innocent enough…not an inventory of sexy attributes Laurant may or may not possess.

“Oh goodie, you aren’t completely immune to my charms.” Laurant gave him a cheeky smile.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “And what charms would those be, other than your lecherous grin and a curved barbell in your ear?”

“Honey…I’m the man you dream about but can never truly have.” Again Laurant invaded his personal space, leaning in and whispering. “I’m an incubus, cher, and I’ll make all those dreams come true and then some.” His drawl returned with a vengeance.

“I’m not scared of you,” he said in direct response to the stranger’s suggestive proposal.

“Well, that’s a damn good thing, considering you’re a bite-size bigger than me…” The stranger took a half step back and perused up and down his body. “Well, I’ll assume you’re a bite-size bigger, but I think I should investigate, fo’ sure.” That distinctive drawl that played in the background of his voice seeped thoroughly into his words again.

He widened the gap between him and this straightforward stranger with a full step back, resisting the urge to cup his crotch to find out the size of his own endowment. Wasn’t that the sort of thing a man should know? How large—or small—his penis was. Or the color of it…was it severely darker than his—he glanced down at his arm—olive skin or maybe lighter. Were penises always a shade or two darker? Could they possibly be lighter? Did he know the answer to these questions? Shouldn’t he know the answers to these questions? Had he seen a lot of different ones? Did he have a preference for the male body organ over the female’s? What did a woman’s vagina look like? Had he ever been intimate with the fairer sex?

“Having any good thoughts there?” a voice whispered way too close to his ear.

This time he resisted the urge to move away. He wouldn’t show weakness to this nuisance. “What do you know about my thoughts?”