Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Guest Blogger ~ Lexi Ander: Keeping Faith

Holidays Traditions 
Around this time of year we all participate in traditions whether it’s an age old activity that has been handed down year after year such as searching for the perfect Christmas tree or baking that one special dish only made at this time of year. My sister puts her Christmas tree up on November 1st. I like making all kinds of candy that I can't possibly eat. (Well, except for the peanut brittle. I'll hoard that all to myself.) One of my brothers follows our parent's holiday traditions. I married and later converted, so we celebrate Chanukah with eight nights of feasting. My nieces and I will sit around and talk while crocheting scarves, hats, and gloves that we gift all the way through January.

Every family has an activity that is special to them whether it's gorging on holiday movies with a vat of caramel corn or volunteering at the local soup kitchen. The list is diverse and vast. What one of your favorite holiday traditions? Can fruitcake be a holiday tradition? I'm one of those crazy people who love fruitcake and every year I sample as many as I can looking for the perfect fruit cake. :)

While writing Keeping Faith, I wanted the Trent, Brock, and AJ to have a tradition all their own. They come from different backgrounds. They've had varying experiences that have had an impact on who they are and what they desire for their future. Plus, they are still growing together, learning what it means to become a family unit.

I probably should say, Keeping Faith is a holiday story that isn't… well… a typical holiday story. Most of the stories set in this time of year are cute and fun. Keeping Faith does have some of the sweet and fuzzy moments but then it shoots down the nail-biting road of, "Holy crap! What just happened?" Hopefully, you'll come out on the other side with a, "Wow," and an, "Aww". Hopefully. *grins*

~ Lexi

Publisher: Firborn Publishing, LLC
Release Date: November 28th, 2014
Genre: Action/Adventure, ADVISORY—Contains moderate violence, Category Length Novel, Comedy/Humor, Contemporary, Family Drama, Happy Ending, HEAT, Holiday-Winter, Male/Male, Ménage, Mystery/Suspense, Part of Series, Romance
Heat Level: 3 Flames


Blurb:
Trent, Brock, and AJ are excited to spend Christmas together in their new home but secrets and dark dealings by Trent's estranged father interrupt their plans. Brock is kidnapped and Trent and AJ scramble to find a way to get Brock back before it is too late.

Several months after Trent Harte was drafted into the NFL, he, AJ Barnes, and Brock Everette are settling into their new home in Miami. Christmas is approaching and they are excited to share another holiday season with each other. Unbeknownst to them, William Harte, Trent's estranged father double-crossed a deadly adversary and then disappeared. To draw William out of hiding, Trent becomes a target. In a horrible twist of fate, the kidnappers grab Brock instead leaving AJ and Trent scrambling to find a way get Brock back. Detectives believe Trent is responsible, and with each passing hour the likelihood of Brock returning home alive dwindles.

Brock traded his safety to ensure his lovers were out of harm's way. He would do it again even knowing he'd end up captured and restrained in a part of town that no one in their right mind would willingly go. The kidnappers are terrifying, but Brock is a fighter, holding onto hope with both hands. He must decide to either wait to be rescued or find a way to escape. Stuck between the wills of a ruthless assassin and an insane mob thug, something needs to happen soon or he'll never see Trent and AJ again.

Excerpt:
Trent puttered around the kitchen waiting impatiently for Brock and AJ to get their butts out of bed. This was Day One of their surprises for the holidays. On the six days counting down to Christmas they gave each other something small, either fun or serious, but always inexpensive. The tradition started the first year they were together in college. With their crazy schedules and limited time, Brock was the first one to hide gifts all over the apartment for them. Most of the presents were gag gifts, or just plain gross, but always meant to give them a laugh or two. Not without manners, unless Trent wanted his mother to track him down and string him up, he hesitantly reciprocated Brock's gesture even though he was unsure how his humor would be taken by his new lovers. He shouldn't have worried.

The first Christmas they went their separate ways for the holidays. AJ flew to Iowa. Trent stayed with his mother, making the obligatory day trip to his father's on Christmas day. That year he'd left his father's in an angry huff. Instead of returning to his mother's Trent went back home to the apartment to be alone only to discover Brock had never left.

Initially, Trent had been angry Brock hadn't told them he had nowhere to go, no family to visit and celebrate with. He'd cleverly deflected questions regarding his holiday travels without him or AJ catching on. Trent called AJ who made arrangements to fly home early and they spent the rest of the holiday break together.

The next year he and AJ joined Brock in the fun of leaving gifts around the apartment for each other, beginning the tradition of six days of surprises before Christmas Day. Trent looked forward to seeing the expressions on AJ's and Brock's faces when they opened what he got them. The holiday seasons with his father had been cold and sterile. His mother did her best to add warmth to the season and Trent loved her all the more for the effort but it didn't compare to what he had here with Brock and AJ, his real family.

Trent poured a cup of coffee, adding some cream and sugar before he wandered into the living room. In the corner stood a real conifer tree lending a piney scent to the room. He plugged in the tree lights and stepped back, watching the tree flicker to life as he sipped his coffee.

Brock had overruled them on what they would be decorating with. The theme was heavily the NFL Dolphins' team colors mixed with other homemade ornaments sent to them by AJ's sister, Susan. Strangely, Brock had latched on to them like they were made of gold. Trent sometimes wondered if Brock's love for the holiday came from the lack of holiday spirit as he grew up in foster care or because he remembered the holidays with his family before the tragedy.

The floorboards upstairs creaked and Trent's heart sped up with his rising excitement. He gulped his coffee too fast, scalding his tongue when Brock somehow skidded down the last four steps of the stairs, closely followed by AJ. Both were shirtless, wearing only PJ pants.

"Good morning, Trent," Brock said absently, not glancing at him but his gaze slowly travelled around the room, searching.

Trent smirked into his cup. AJ followed Brock into the room, looking behind and under things. There were like a couple of kids on an Easter egg hunt. Once the living room had been thoroughly searched, both AJ and Brock glanced back up the stairs at the same time, making Trent laugh aloud.



About Lexi:
Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.


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Guest Blogger ~Lisabet Sarai: Slush

Slush: A Holiday Romance
I’m celebrating the release of my first self-published book, Slush, a heartwarming M/F erotic romance story set in frigid Boston. It’s available now from Smashwords and Amazon, for only 99 cents! Coming soon to iTunes, Kobo, and B&N!

And if you want more holiday reading, I’ve got two free PDF stories—yours just for the asking. Silver Bells is a steamy M/F/M BDSM tale. Last Minute Gift is a M/M story, filled with humor, heat and heart. If you’d like a copy of either one, just email me HERE and let me know which one you want.


Blurb
Hot shot Boston lawyer Ian Pierce has everything but peace of mind. Christmas Eve finds him alone, wading through the slush to his BMW so he can drive back to his lonely luxury apartment. Then everything goes black. He awakens with an aching skull to find himself in a freezing, boarded-up garage occupied by a street kid. At first he blames the dodgy-looking youth for his troubles, but before long he realizes the raggedy girl who rescued him from the gutter may well be a Christmas angel in disguise.

Excerpt
He grasped her pointed little chin with his other hand to draw her closer. She didn’t resist. Now her face was mere inches away, her steel-gray eyes fixed on his. Her lips parted. Her breath came fast, in little sighing pants. He ached for that sweet, enticing mouth, an ache that drowned out the residual throbbing in his skull and even the swollen pulse of need in his groin.

He didn’t dare. He was afraid—afraid she’d pull away, afraid of screwing up something simple and perfect with his selfishness .

In the end, she made the first move, leaning toward him just enough to press her lips against his. That was enough. He released her hand to wrap his arms around her and clutch her to his chest, kissing her with a ferocity he couldn’t control. He needed this so badly—the warmth, the softness the illusion that someone cared...

Daisy returned his kiss with equal desperation. She opened to him without any prodding, sucking his tongue into her mouth to tangle with her own. Her fingernails scored his back even through the undershirt as she tried to pull him closer. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, nipped at the corner of his cold-chapped lips, moaned and writhed in his arms when he slid away to nuzzle the hollow under her ear.

“Ian...please...” All at once she broke their embrace. With one fluid movement, she dragged her tee shirt over her head, baring modest but flawless breasts topped with cranberry-red nipples. She didn’t say anything further, just held his gaze as she hiked up her buttocks and rolled the knit long-johns down over her creamy thighs. A gust of female musk rose from the blond tangle hiding her pussy, masking the scents of charred wood, diesel and rot.   

In two breaths, Ian’s half-erect penis swelled to full hardness. Daisy lay back on the blanket with her knees raised and her moist sex open to his view, tempting him. He yearned to launch his body onto hers, to mash those luscious little tits against his chest and drive his cock into the hot, wet cleft that exuded such a heavenly fragrance. Something held him back, though. I don’t deserve her, he thought. She’s too young, too strong, too good... too good for a nasty, angry son of a bitch like me.

They remained motionless, eyes locked, for long seconds. Daisy licked her lips and spread her thighs wider. “Don’t you want me, Ian?” She gave him a mischievous grin. “The last chance I had to shower was yesterday morning, at the Y—do I smell bad?

“You smell delicious,” he replied, completely sincere. “But...”

“But what? It’s Christmas Eve. Let’s celebrate, while we can.”





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Lisabet has decided celebrate the holidays by writing what’s in her heart. If it sells, great – but all she really wants to do is touch a few readers.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website, along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance, she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors.

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Guest Blogger ~ Willow Brooke: Home for the Holiday’s—A Hoorah Christmas

Hey everyone and thank you so much to N.J. Nielsen for inviting me to visit! With the holidays approaching, I want to take time out to bring attention to our men and women in uniform who won’t be sitting in front of a Christmas tree with their loved ones. Instead, they will be in a dirty tent, in the middle of God knows where, doing their job to give us yet another blessed day with our loved ones. They go without a huge buffet of food and settle for a MRE. They sacrifice sleep, food, comforts, and being with the people they love year after year. Please take a moment and be thankful, say a prayer, and know that they’ve got this shit! Cherish your loved ones, and celebrate not only for you, but for all of our soldiers also. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!


Blurb:
Willow Brooke was born in Northern California and has moved around frequently, currently settling in Colorado. She has three children that are the light of her life and two dogs that insist on taking up half the bed at night. 

When her nose isn’t stuck in a book or her fingers flying away at her computer, Willow loves spontaneously taking off to find an adventure of her own. Whether it be fishing, riding horses or quads, or walking the streets of the city to the local shops and concerts, the world is her entertainment. She is a laid back, take it as it comes and roll with the times kind of girl who knows how to find humor in just about anything. 

So take a seat, hold on tight, and let her take you for one hell of a ride!

Excerpt:
“Ssshhh. It’s going to be okay, sugar. Sit right here for a minute and let me look at Bandit.” She nodded, the streams streaking down her little pink cheeks. Vince reached over and soothed the horse, talking softly. “Easy, boy. That’s it. You took a pretty good jolt, didn’t ya?” He examined the scratches on the horse’s head and noted a few stitches would probably be needed to seal the wound. When he reached for Bandit’s front leg, the horse whinnied. “Whoa, boy. Let me look.” The horse’s leg didn’t appear to be broke, but it’d need x-rayed and treated just the same. Vince pulled out his cell phone and punched a few numbers, sighing in relief when Dave Mars answered. Dave was Doc Mar’s oldest son and had become one of the best vets in Justice for livestock. He quickly greeted him and explained the situation, relieved that Dave was able to come right over. When he hung up, Vince turned back to a still sobbing little girl and smiled. “That was Dave Mars. He’s on his way over to take a look at Bandit. Everything’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. Why don’t you run back to the house and let them know you aren’t hurt, okay?”

“‘Kay. You won’t leave Bandit alone, will you?” She petted the side of Bandit’s neck, the horse nuzzling her little hand in reassurance. 

“No, baby, I won’t leave him alone.”

Heather leaned down and kissed Bandit’s nose, careful not to get near the gash on the horse’s cheek. He looked up at her and rubbed her cheek, his concern for her evident. The animal was more worried about her than the wounds it had. Heather reluctantly stood and stared back toward the house, thanking Vince for helping. “I’ll take Majesty and unsaddle her.”

“Thank you, Heather. You are a very big girl. Once Bandit is patched up you can come out to the barn and say goodnight.”

“‘Kay.” Heather mounted Majesty and walked her back toward the barn, her little sobs fading in the distance. Mac trotted behind them as their own personal bodyguard, intent on seeing her home safe. He was a soldier through and through. 

Vince sat down next to Bandit in an attempt to keep the horse still until the vet got there. If he were to try to stand, it’d only hurt him more. His wait wasn’t long. He heard the sound of a truck pulling up the drive and watched it enter the gate into the pasture, coming toward them. Bandit started to squirm but Vince held his bridle and continued talking to him, relieved when the truck stopped a good distance away. When the driver’s side door opened, Vince gasped. 

Strolling toward him carrying a large medical bag was the Mar’s son he’d secretly fantasized about since the night he’d met him. He'd been dating Nathan, Dave’s brother, for quite some time now but he couldn’t help but drool over the thought of Dave. The two were similar in looks and build, but a roughness in Dave’s icy blue eyes called to Vince in his dreams. He’d never admitted his attraction to himself much less anyone else, but damn if he could deny it now. 

Those muscular long legs strode toward him, his broad muscular shoulders still visible through the thick Carhartt jacket he wore.  Vince tried to chastise himself for looking, but it was undeniable.  Visions of being the meat to a Mars sandwich floated through his mind, twitching his dick to life. 

As Vince’s eyes finally rose to meet Dave’s, he almost fainted.  Dave’s heated gaze stared back at him, melting him from the inside out.  Vince broke out in a sweat.  His palms grew sweaty and his mouth dried out, unable to form a coherent thought.  Dave sat his bag down beside them and kneeled, never breaking eye contact.  A taunting little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes still raking up and down Vince and lingered on the growing bulge in his jeans.  He cleared his throat, turning his attention to Bandit.  “Looks like he fell pretty hard.” 

It took Vince a full minute to regain his composure and drag his eyes from Dave’s crotch.  Yeah, it looks really hard, he thought to himself.  Dave’s eyes flashed knowingly even as he proceeded to evaluate Bandit’s condition.

About Willow:
Willow Brooke was born in Northern California and has moved around frequently, currently settling in Colorado. She has three children that are the light of her life and two dogs that insist on taking up half the bed at night.

When her nose isn’t stuck in a book or her fingers flying away at her computer, Willow loves spontaneously taking off to find an adventure of her own. Whether it be fishing, riding horses or quads, or walking the streets of the city to the local shops and concerts, the world is her entertainment. She is a laid back, take it as it comes and roll with the times kind of girl who knows how to find humor in just about anything.

So take a seat, hold on tight, and let her take you for one hell of a ride!

Find Willow Here

Monday, 8 December 2014

Guest Blogger ~ Eva Lefoy: Love Hurts Series

Sex, Ties and Videotape
Love Hurts 
MLR Press 
GLBT light BDSM/Kink

The Love Hurts series was born when I answered a Valentine’s Day call for MLR Press and the men in the book just kind of took over from there! 

Book 1: Sex, Ties and Videotape, we meet Geoffrey, a man who’s been wronged by his previous lover, Brian, in a most public way. Brian’s friend Paul makes a move on Geoffrey and his life changes dramatically – he’s finally found someone who won’t laugh at his submissive needs! 

Book 2: Kink Club Blues, Brian finds himself secretly turned on by the idea of BDSM and goes to the local kink club to investigate. There, he meets Gar, who shows him how submissive he can truly be beneath that snarky “top” exterior. Also, Paul fights a bout of insecurity. Does Geoffrey love him or his Dom ways? There’s only one way to be sure: ask for his hand in marriage! 

Book 3: Dom of Destruction, we focus on Gar and Brian’s fledgling relationship as they try to work things out. It isn’t easy for them. Once Brian discovers Gar keeps a different sub for every night of the week, he’s beyond exasperated. He acts rashly, and gets himself into hot water with a bad Dom. Gar wants to be there to help Brian through his recovery, but old memories of his former sub, Angel, resurface and Gar must deal with the Dom guilt he’s been carrying in order to move on. Geoffrey and Paul have their first real break-up, showing love is not always bliss.

I hope you check out all three books of Love Hurts. One day, there will be a fourth! (Angel’s story).

~Eva
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Blurb:
Geoffrey begged his ex boyfriend, Brian, for some bondage, not public humiliation on YouTube. On Valentine’s Day, he runs into Brian's best friend Paul, who seems intent on righting Brian's wrongs. But trusting Paul means Geoffrey has to come clean with his needs … and his feelings.

Paul sees Geoffrey in the bar and knows this is his chance to convince him he’s nothing like Brian. He starts slow and safe, setting strict ground rules. But when Geoffrey insists on a reenactment of the same dom-play Brian used to hurt him, is a safeword enough to protect their fledgling love?

Excerpt:
Geoffrey crossed his arms and didn’t pick it up. The suspicion in his eyes was clearer than a rare Seattle sunny day. “So, what are you saying?”

Good old-fashioned fear of rejection had butterflies flying furiously inside him. Did he tell Geoffrey about his feelings, or would it scare him off? To hell with the insecurity. I’ve waited too long for this moment. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

From Geoffrey’s shocked expression, he hadn’t ever thought it possible. The new-found knowledge  had Paul’s hands tightening into fists and tears stinging his eyes. I swear I’m killing Brian. He did this to him. I can’t fucking believe it.

“Me? Right. Paul, you’ve known me for how long?”

Good. A math problem. He could do that. “Ten years.”

Geoffrey nodded. “Uh-huh, and in all that time, you never once indicated you wanted to bone me. So what’s changed?”

“Hell, Geoff.” Paul ran his hand over his hair. “What was I supposed to do? You’ve been with Brian the last two years.” Saying it out loud pissed him off anew, so he hurried to the next subject. “Before that, you were with Andrew,” he ticked the names off on his fingers, “before that, Carl, and then some Asian guy, I can’t remember his name…”

Geoffrey’s demeanor softened, his shoulders relaxing. “Myung.”

“Yeah, and then before him there was …well, it doesn’t matter who else. But it’s not like you’ve been available.” He took the opportunity to close some of the space between them. Getting the upper hand in this conversation helped his confidence.

“Neither have you.”

He nodded and took another step. “I know. It’s true. I’ve been with a string of guys, too. So no, I’ve never had the opportunity to tell you how much I’ve wanted you.” Now he stood mere inches from the man he desired. He tried desperately not to drool.

“Why would you want me?”

“How would you know what kind of guy I really want?” Paul placed a hand on Geoffrey’s lower back and tugged him closer. “If it’s unclear, I’d be happy to show you.” When Geoff didn’t resist, he cupped the back of his head and pressed their bodies together. His cock rubbed against Geoffrey’s thigh, and Geoff’s against his. The perfect bliss of the moment had him eager to spill right in his pants, but convincing Geoffrey he was serious came first. He angled Geoffrey’s head and planted greedy lips over his.

Kink Club Blues:

Blurb:
Paul and Geoffrey return from their special trip to Paris. Paul plans to propose to Geoffrey but first, his urge to protect his lover drives him to close an old loophole. He visits Brian, demanding the original video he made of Geoffrey be destroyed.

Brian doesn't understand what Paul's upset about, or his dominant streak. But the clearer Paul's feelings for Geoffrey become to him, the more Brian desires to have a man love him the same way. Curiosity draws him to the local kink club, and into the arms of a man whose punishment gives him all he secretly craves.

Excerpt:
When Brian opened his eyes he was no longer in the hallway. Anxiety tightened his chest. Where am I? He tried to move and found he couldn’t. Alarmed, he yanked his arm. It wasn’t free. He jerked his head up and gasped when he saw it. The chain came down from the ceiling, attached to a cuff holding him in place. His other arm was restrained too. He jerked his legs and couldn’t move them either. He was trussed up—naked—in an empty, cold masonry room. Alone.

“Welcome back, Brian.”

The low, monotone voice echoed off the walls and seemed to vibrate right through his flesh. He tensed, knowing exactly who it belonged to. Gar. Had the man really meant what he’d said? The idea of Gar seeing to his punishment both frightened and excited him. “Gar, I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I know your type, Brian. You can, and you will.” The man’s footsteps resounded off the walls as he walked to Brian’s right side. “Now, I’ve heard you’ve been bad. Very bad.”

A wooden paddle flashed into his peripheral vision. A hand stroked his ass cheek. The combination of the two ratcheted up his panic. His heart raced until his mouth went dry. “What are you going to do to me?”

A hand gripped his head and yanked it back. The man’s hot breath saturated his ear. “I’m going to punish you, Brian. I’m going to make sure you never wish to hurt anyone again. And you’re going to enjoy it.”

Brian’s nipples peaked, and he flushed warm. He arched his back, swaying from the chains. All of the sudden, he became that blond man in the photo. He was about to be punished just like him, and God, how he wanted it, even though he feared it. “Yes,” he moaned. “Yes. Hurt me. Please.”

Gar let go of his hair and came around his front.

This close, Gar was as huge as a house, and Brain could see every dark black hair on his massively wide chest, smell the man’s musk filling the room, clogging his nose. His cock went hard, and he could swear it leaked. Gar’s gaze dipped down, he smiled, and then he looked up again.

“Brian, it seems you like this idea, don’t you?” Gar licked his lips, heat blazing in his eyes. He caressed Brian’s side slowly, like a caterpillar crawling over it. “I’m glad. I’ll enjoy being your teacher.”

“Please. I-I—”

“My name is ‘Master,’ and I’m going to fuck you, Brian. I’m going to fuck you hard.”

“Oh, God.” Brian trembled at Gar’s words, at the heated promise in his gaze. The shiver ran deep, ending in his balls, threatening to make them explode right then and there. “I think I’m going to come.”

Whack! The paddle landed on his backside.

“Not yet. You’re not going to come until I tell you to. Say, ‘Yes, Master.’”

His cock leaked some more. “Yes, Master.” 

Dom of Destruction

Blurb:
When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel.

Meanwhile, Paul’s uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.

Excerpt: 
Gar’s breathing was heavy and labored. He was obviously turned on and needed to come. But he guided their joined grip, up and down at a slow, even pace. Then he licked a finger and slid it under Brian’s sac, pressing inside his tight hole. Gar massaged his prostate in a firm, vibrating motion. Brian had never felt a touch like it.

“Tell me what you like best about the blond,” Gar panted in his ear.

“I like the fact that he’s helpless,” Brian whispered. “He’s at the other man’s mercy.”

“You want to be at my mercy, Brian?” Gar’s gruff tone resonated through his ear, down his chest, and straight to Gar’s finger buried inside him. “You want to surrender to me completely? Have me command you to come when and where I want?”

“Yes, God, yes.”

“Close your eyes and picture me behind you. You’re ready for me. So eager. So open. You’re begging me to fuck you.”

Brian closed his eyes, spread his legs, and moaned as Gar’s finger continued its little dance.

“Oh fuck. Brian, I want to give you what you want so bad. Just like in the video. I want to make you scream my name around my cock. Come, Brian. Come for me.”

“Gar!” Brian’s hips trembled as another orgasm tore through him. He wasn’t even tied up, but Gar’s voice reached a part of him deep down and gripped it like a vice. Brian surrendered total command of his body, heart and soul to Gar. Gasping for air, speechless, he’d never been so turned on in his life.

Next to him, Gar roared into release. The thick shaft vibrating in Brian’s hand widened and hardened as Gar came. He could feel every pulse of cum up Gar’s shaft, could hear it rise up his length, he released so hard. Brian looked down in time to see Gar spray all over his chest and savored the feel of Gar quivering beside him. The mingled smells of their emissions permeated the air. The spicy scent of Gar’s cum called to him. He wanted to taste it but his arm lay at too awkward an angle to bring it to his lips. “Gar, let me taste you, please.”

“Like this?” Gar swept a finger through his snowy white emission and pressed it to Brian’s lips. He followed up the finger with his tongue, lapping and teasing Brian’s mouth. Then he dipped his finger into Brian’s cum and did the same thing. Their juices merged on Brian’s tongue, salty, spicy, tinged with sweat and need. “You came so good for me,” Gar cooed. “I’m proud of you.”

Author Bio:
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Sunday, 7 December 2014

Guest Blogger ~ Saloni Quinby: Oh My Deer

Release Date: November 2014


Shapeshifters for Christmas
I've always been a huge fan of the paranormal. As a kid I spent lots of time reading books and watching movies about paranormal creatures. Vampires were my favorite, but I also loved werewolves. Back then most werewolves were the frightening kind, not quite as sexy as the ones in stories today. Now many other kinds of shifters are popular too, and not just around Halloween. A few years back I wrote a winter holiday story about a werewolf. This year I wanted to do a different, gentler kind of shifter for Changeling's multi-author Peppermint Twists series.

Fleet, one of the heroes of Oh My Deer, is a reindeer shifter. Though part of him is as rugged as any wild animal, he has a tender side that endears him to his lover, Jake. To create Fleet I read about caribou and used many of their characteristics combined with the old-fashioned magic of Christmas and a bit of science fiction as well. Fleet and his shapeshifting reindeer companions were a lot of fun to write about. I hope you enjoy reading his story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

~Saloni

Blurb:
When Jake rescues a wounded reindeer less than two weeks before Christmas, he doesn't realize he has found one of Santa's reindeer-shifters.

The adorable shifter is willing to show his gratitude in sexy ways Jake never expected, but once he flies away will he be gone forever, or will he return as promised on Christmas day?

Excerpt:
Jake woke early after an uneasy sleep. He'd awakened a couple of times during the night, thinking about the caribou. Soon it would be time to get up anyway, and Jake didn't bother trying to fall back to sleep. He rose, washed and dressed. At this time of morning, he could get some great shots for his book, but after he checked on the caribou. He walked to the shed and entered carefully. Sadly, the caribou was still down. Jake had hoped the animal would be on his feet.

"Feeling any better, boy?" he said, kneeling beside his furry guest. Those calm blue eyes stared at Jake, and an indescribable pang tore through him. He caressed the caribou's muzzle. Glancing toward the bucket, he noticed some of the water was gone. "You must have gotten up to have a drink. That's a good sign. Just rest. I'll be back a little later to see how you're doing."

Jake left the shed and spent the next hour taking pictures. When he returned to check on the caribou, it still hadn't moved.

"You're a shifter all right," Jake said, disgusted at himself for even thinking such a thing. He blamed it on the mystical experience of bonding with a wild animal on a wintry Alaskan night.

Since he still had no intention of killing this creature, he had just one choice left. He walked back to his house and used his laptop to find the phone number of the nearest conservation center. He called and explained his situation. They agreed to send someone to take the caribou.

Jake's stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten since dinner last night, and there wasn't much food around the house. A trip to the general store was in order.

A short time later, he was back in the village. When he stepped into the store, he noticed the latest copy of the local paper that covered this and several other villages.

The headline caught his eye.

Caribou Rescues Teens from Bear

His brow furrowed, Jake snatched a copy of the paper and scanned the article. A day ago, two youths had been exploring the coast when a polar bear attacked. They reported that a caribou rushed between them and the bear, sustaining injuries when it tried to ram the beast despite the fact that it had already shed its antlers.

"Hey, Jake," said the store owner, a plump older man with gray hair and a long moustache. "Do you believe that headline? Since when does a prey animal run to the predator? If you ask me, those boys were drunk or high or something."

"Maybe," Jake murmured, his gaze still fixed on the paper. A weird, tingly feeling almost overwhelmed him. He considered himself a rational guy—or at least he had until last night. The caribou in his shed had wounds consistent with a bear attack—Tina had confirmed it, even though he didn't need her to know it. But the attack happened on the coast. There was no way the caribou could travel all that distance, wounded.

Unless he was a shifter after all. The mystical powers that enabled him to change meant he probably had other supernatural powers too, such as increased speed.

What the hell was he thinking? He was a thirty year old man, not a child to believe in legends spun by his grandfather. Shoot, even Grandpa would probably call him crazy for thinking he had a shapeshifting caribou recovering in his shed.

Still, Jake tugged money out of his pocket and placed it on the counter for the newspaper. After buying some food, he hurried home. Thinking again that he was crazy, he strode into the shed, his heart pounding wildly.

He knelt in front of the caribou and held up the newspaper. "That was you, wasn't it?" he said. Even as he spoke, he felt totally embarrassed by his behavior. Clearly this was nothing more than a beast. Shifters were the stuff of legends. Maybe he had been living out here for too long by himself, with nothing but his photography. Still he went on, "If you're a shifter, give me some kind of sign so I won't think I'm crazy. I'm trying to help you."

Jake closed his eyes for a moment and laughed. "What an idiot I am. I think I have truly lost my—" He stopped speaking abruptly as he opened his eyes. His heart actually skipped a beat and his stomach lurched.

The caribou was gone. In its place lay a sinewy, long-limbed man with wild blond hair and huge, pain-filled blue eyes. His ribs, back and one muscular thigh were covered in bloodstained bandages.

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The child of a painter and a psychic dreamer, Saloni Quinby feels spirituality and storytelling go hand-in-hand. She loves the scent of gardenia, the sound of wind chimes and the taste of honey. By listening to what isn't said, she creates works based on unspoken desires. Saloni prefers blurred gender lines and many varieties of romance. In a world where passion must at times be restrained, she believes erotica is a pleasure to be shared. With her stories she would like to make her fantasies yours and hopes you enjoy the ride. Saloni also writes as Kate Hill.

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