Monday, January 26, 2015

Virtual Book Tour: Enticing Hart

Please welcome author Mae Hancock who is here to talk about her new release, Enticing Hart. Mae will be giving away a $10 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly chosen commenter from the Raffle copter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the other stops on her tour, go here. Look for the rafflecopter code at the end of this post.




ENTICING HART
by Mae Hancock

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BLURB:

Hart Emile is tired of cruising for guys, living a soulless existence. He needs a change; so when an acquaintance gives him the number of the gay friendly Red Fox Ranch that’s hiring for staff, he heads south.



Oak Redman is eighteen years old and desperate to explore his awakening sexuality. The moment Hart lays eyes on the handsome young rancher he’s smitten. Not only is Oak hot, spirited and very persistent, he is also the ranch boss’s son and strictly off limits. Hart tries to fight his feelings and to respect his boss and the family who quickly become dear to him, but after Oak's Grandma suggests he gets with Oak he can't deny himself the most exciting and enticing man he has ever met.

Hart’s not the only man to have noticed how sweet and charming Oak Redman is. A family friend, Steve, is also anxious to have the affections of the young rancher. Can Hart work out Steve’s dark secrets before it’s too late and keep his job, his lover and his life?
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EXCERPT:


The following morning, Bay took Hart into town to pick up supplies. The boss had shown a lot of hospitality to him since he’d arrived two days before, and Hart wanted to work hard and prove Bay’d made the right decision in employing him.

Dark sunglasses hid Bay’s eyes, but the look suited him. Hart guessed Bay must be about thirty-five, and then he added a few years to account for Oak’s age. The man didn’t appear gay, but none of the other cowboys on the ranch did either—not even Oak with his pretty, elfin face. Hart had always believed he could spot gay guys, but now he wasn’t so sure.

As they approached town, Bay turned the radio down. ”Understand you and Oak are planning a fishing trip next week.”

Caught off guard, Hart searched for words. “Yeah…we arranged to go huntin’ and fishing sometime. I didn’t know Oak planned on next week, but it’s fine if we can get the time off.” He cringed. He’d only been in the job five minutes, and now Bay knew he wanted time off.

“I need to make one thing clear to you before you go anywhere with my boy.”

Hart glanced at him with caution. “Okay.” He took a deep breath.

“Now, I don’t know anything about you or your sexuality, and I don’t want to know. Those things are your business. I will say this, though. My son…is not available.”

“I understand.”

“I hope you do, Hart. There are few things can make a man angry, and one of ’em’s messing with his family. Same goes for my daughter. She's not available either.”

“Okay.”

“I’m not saying you can’t go fishin’ or nothing, and I know it’s Oak pushing me to give you time off and not the other way around, so I’m not worried about that.  It’s fine if you want to be friends, but remember what I said.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.” Hart swallowed hard, feeling nauseated. He stared out of the window, having second thoughts about going because he didn’t trust himself. He’d intended to finish what Oak had started in the barn, but now? Hart didn’t want to put himself into a situation where something might go wrong—or right, as the case may be.

He’d thought about nothing but Oak since he’d first seen him on the porch, strong muscles moving with easy grace, and with each move Hart had felt the slamming in his chest. He wanted to trace each curve with his tongue and sate the urgent need to satisfy the young man. With his body as powerful and mature as his father, Oak didn’t seem like an eighteen-year old.  Nevertheless, it didn’t make Hart feel any better about taking advantage.

The last thing he wanted was to see an angry Bay coming after him for messing with his son. It would be ungrateful and disrespectful to get involved with his boy. Hart had to try to think of a way to keep the two happy.

Hart loved being in Oak’s company—he was open, trusting, inquisitive, and intelligent—a real turn-on, but an obvious combination for trouble. Oak complemented Hart’s own quiet persona well. At least their friendship could continue.

He admired the actions Bay had taken to protect his kids. His own father had always been distant with him. On the other hand, at almost nineteen years old, Oak should be able to make his own mistakes. Would it be a mistake? The ranch was a workplace, and most employers discouraged relationships between employees.

“How’re you settling in?” Bay asked in a lighter tone.



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I enjoy writing both academic and fiction material. My research interests include focus on people who experience marginalization, both in historical societies and modern. Themes include disability, neurosis, homosexuality, addiction, mental illness, slavery and prostitution. The most important part of my work is creating multi-dimensional, believable characters that are able to build lasting romantic relationships against the odds. I want all my readers to laugh, cry and enjoy the erotic journey towards a happy ending.

Link to my web site: http://www.maehancock.com/


Link to my blog: http://maehancockfiction.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: @Hancockfiction

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008234531718

Buy link http://www.loose-id.com/enticing-hart.html#product_tabs_description




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Virtual Book Tour: The Adventures of Cole and Perry


The Questions
1)      You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
I feel like I’m supposed to say my husband because he’s the love of my life and I’m supposed to want to be with him all the time. But reality is if we were stuck on an island together and that’s it, we’d both die. So I want to be stuck with someone that knows how to make shelter, and fire, and find food. Yup, that person. I’ll call him Bob because he’s a strapping sexy man, who of course understands that I want to be alone sometimes to write since we’ve got nothing but time. But also that snuggling is just as nice of a way to pass the time.
As for the one item, the biggest blank book in existence so I can write. Don’t worry about writing implement. Bob knows how to take a feather, from the bird he killed for our food, and turn it into a pen for me to use. The ink is berries of some kind that are smashed up and put into some kind of fruit gourd Bob fashioned into a jar.
2)      Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
So many good musicals out there. However, I don’t think any of them are as boring as my life. Is there a musical with a character that’s a mom trying to find time to get it all done? And still stay sane as well? That’s pretty much my life. I can just picture the musical numbers now. Dancers in pajamas with bad hair singing about having to wash the same load of laundry four times because they forgot to put it in the dryer. I’d see that musical the second it comes out.
3)      Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scene using them:  stamp, exam, key
Only 100 words? Oh wow. Ok, here goes:
“Where’s the key?”
Joe frantically looked around his office hoping to find the answer key to the final exam he was supposed to grade. He only had two days to grade 500 exams. It wouldn’t be a problem if only he could the stupid key.
Paper flying around the more anxious he got, Joe hoped he didn’t have to create a new one. All those multiple choice answers, true and false, matching. He was going to break out in hives just thinking about it.
With a stamp of his foot he gave up. Nothing for it, he’d just have to start over.
“Baby, are you looking for this?” His boyfriend’s voice startled him and he looked up. The answer key dangled from two fingers.
“Thank you! I’ll figure out why you had it later. Now to start grading all these stupid exams.”
Ok, so that’s more than 100 words. But we’ll just pretend it’s not.
4)      You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?
That’s kind of hard since I’ve got entirely too many book boyfriends to count. I’m going to have to go back to the time when I read het romance and choose David from David’s Angel by Stephanie Beck. He’s the right amount of husband, dad, and Dom that is just what I want.
5)      What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
As long as it’s quiet, and no little one running around, it’s time well spent. If we can cuddle some too, it’s even better.
6)      When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
I tend to begin with a scene. Most of my books come from a vivid scene in my head. It’s also usually the defining scene in the story. It grows from there in the way a story tends to grow.
7)      If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
I’d love to have Melissa McCarthy play me. If I were even a fraction as funny as she is I’d be a happy girl.
8)      Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
I don’t actually watch any horror if I can help it. Gives me nightmares. So I’m going to give my favorite comic book villain, because I’m a nerd like that. Lex Luther for his cunning intelligence and always finding a way to keep Superman on his toes. However the original Catwoman is pretty amazing in her villain-ness as well. She was never truly bad, but played Batman so well. She always seemed one step ahead.
9)      Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Not really a crush, but I’ve always been fascinated by Abraham Lincoln and John Kennedy. Especially all the conspiracy theories surrounding both of them. Wait, is my tin foil hat crooked? *fixes hat*
10)   Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
So far none of my stories are things I don’t think people would get upset about or aren’t ready to read in some way. Some of them are going to be highly emotional that will be, in my opinion, hard to read. But I’m hoping they will be well received. We’ll see how it goes.
Thank you so much for having me on your blog! I loved all the questions
-Amanda






Book Name: The Adventures of Cole and Perry
Release Date: Mid-January
Author Name: Amanda C. Stone
Author Bio:
Armed with her Batman notebook, fourth grade Amanda C. Stone was ready to start writing stories about unicorns, family members, and her imaginary friends Pink Amanda and Blue Amanda. Today, Amanda is armed with a new notebook, along with a laptop, and a never ending supply of caffeine. Her stories are about all kinds of things, but the most important aspect is people falling in love.
Where to find the author:
Website: http://www.amandastonebooks.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/amandastonebooks
Twitter: https://twitter.com/amandastonebks
Newsletter Signup: http://eepurl.com/ZF60L
Email: amandastonebooks@gmail.com
Publisher: Self-published
Cover Artist: Amanda C. Stone
Blurb(s):
It all started when Cole met Perry in a bar. Over three years they had some exciting adventures, and misadventures. The six stories included in this book are all about their journey from bar to wedding.
The Anniversary
Another cancellation of plans by his boyfriend forces Cole out to the neighborhood bar. Not long after arriving he meets Perry. Even as exciting as Perry is, he's unsure how the night will end.

The Fight
Cole and Perry are struggling to make time for each other and constantly at each other’s throats. A fight to the death will decide who is right or wrong in their arguments. But Cole really doesn't want to shoot Perry.

The Threesome
Deciding they want to spice up things in the bedroom, Perry wants to have a one-time threesome. Cole's nervous and doesn't want to ask any of their friends to join them. Perry finds the perfect solution.

The House
After two and a half years together, Cole and Perry want to buy a house. Once they find the perfect house, they get to spend their first morning together in their new space. Perry will have to help Cole decide which room is his favorite.

The Baby
Both Cole and Perry are exhausted. Taking care of a three month old is hard when she's up all night and is always hungry. If only they could find where they put the bottle warmer.

The Wedding
Cole is ready to make his commitment to Perry life-long. After careful planning, they created the perfect event. What could possibly go wrong? If only Cole didn't ask the same question.

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance



Excerpt:
“Cole. I have a surprise for you. I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them.”
Cole looked up from his magazine at the doorway Perry’s voice drifted in from. He put the magazine on his nightstand and closed his eyes.
“They’re closed,” he called out. He wasn’t sure where Perry was in their apartment, but he sounded close.
Rustling and a strange squeaking noise reached his ears. Cole furrowed his brows trying to figure out what Perry was up to and what he was hearing.
“Okay. Go ahead and open your eyes.”
Cole popped his eyes open. He closed them and then re-opened them again. Nope, he still was seeing what was in front of him.
“Perry. Why is there--?”
Perry cut him off before Cole could finish his thought.
“So, we had talked about fantasies and things like that. I told you this was mine. So I’d like to introduce you to Freddy. Freddy, I’d like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Cole.”
Cole smiled at how nervous Perry was. His boyfriend was adorable trying to be brave with his ideas.
“Nice to meet you, um, Freddy. Perry, where did you meet Freddy?”
Perry had a small smile on his face that showed Cole he appreciated he was alright with what was happening.
“Online. I found Freddy on some website. Can’t remember the name now.”
Cole was stunned. His boyfriend didn’t go to those types of websites for any reason. Just meant Perry wanted to have the threesome and was willing to do it without asking one of their friends. Cole was so happy Perry had found a way to have his fantasy.


Pages or Words: Around 17,000 words

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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #30 (6.3)

Hello and welcome to Full Moon Dreaming! It's Wednesday, so it's time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who write a little bit of fiction every week - between 500 and 1000 words - inspired by one of our prompts. Come in and join us for another week!

In last week's episode of Don't Look Back, Marshall had the vibrating butt plug used on him by Lee - and he was a given a special promise in return. Tonight's the night Marshall is gonna get his heart's delight in a night like no other! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers, and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #30 (6.3)


Mid-morning the next day. Both men sat at their respective computers, working. Marshall lifted his ceramic coffee cup, brought it to his lips, only to discover the damn thing was empty. Setting it down, he pushed back in his chair, stretched his arms and flexed his fingers. They cracked with small popping sounds. Guess he’d been sitting there a spell without moving, engrossed in what he was doing.

“I’m getting some coffee, y’want some?” he offered, glancing at Lee.

Lee angled his own cup back and looked inside. “Since you’re getting up, sure, that sounds good. I could use a refill.”

Marshall rose, wincing slightly. He remembered now why he’d been limiting his movements. His ass was more than a little on the sore side, a combination of having worn the plug all day and night, and being gloriously pounded into oblivion by Lee the night before. He’d briefly considered getting one of the throw pillows from the couch to cushion his ass, but decided he’d rather live with the slight discomfort than give Lee fuel for smart comments.

Besides, every little ache was a reminder of last night, and that wasn’t such a bad thing. He shuffled across the room and reached for Lee’s mug.

“What’re you grinning about?” Lee asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about last night. And what’s gonna happen tonight.” Tonight would be his turn, the first time he’d ever topped in their relationship. And oh man, did he intend to wring every bit of enjoyment from it he could—for both of them.

Without warning, Lee pulled Marshall onto his lap. He set Marshall’s cup beside his own, freeing Marshall’s hands even as he wound his own about Marshall’s waist. Marshall laid his hands against Lee’s.

“This will be a first for both of us, you know.”

Marshall realized that, which only served to heighten his anticipation. It seemed only fitting. He’d given Lee his virginity, and now Lee was offering his own. The very thought of being inside of Lee was… intoxicating.

“I hope you know you’re everything to me,” Lee murmured into Marshall’s neck. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, to make you happy, keep you safe.”

“I know that, and I feel the same way.” Marshall sighed and relaxed into Lee’s touch.

They sat together, simply holding on. Marshall’s ass didn’t even bother him in this position. Or else it had gone numb. Reluctantly, he realized he needed to get up when he felt Lee shift beneath him. He turned his head, looking directly into Lee’s dark blue eyes.

“Should we set a safeword for you?” he asked.

“For me?” Lee sounded surprised.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I have one, shouldn’t you?”

Lee chuckled softly. “Darlin’, there’s nothing you can do that’s gonna hurt me. Trust me. Besides, I trust you with every fiber of my being.”

Marshall understood what he meant. Although he had his safeword, he’d never used it, never had to. They knew each other too well to let anything get out of hand. Even in the throes of passion.

“How about that coffee you promised?”

Marshall understood the unspoken words that always lay between them—they were the bedrock of his existence.

“Coming right up, old timer,” he quipped, and was rewarded with a light swat on his rump. But a carefully placed one, at that. Marshall grinned all the way to the kitchen.
* * * *
Marshall spent a great deal of the remaining day focused on the night to come, unable to concentrate on anything but the culmination of his heart’s desire. He wanted tonight to be perfect—for both of them. The question was: how could he do that?

Visions of implements flashed through his mind—an inventory of the toys they’d acquired over the past couple of years. Although much fun was to be derived through improvisation as well. They had a very active sex life, and were not averse to trying new things. But what was appropriate for tonight?
In the end, Marshall decided he wanted nothing more than Lee, himself, and some lube.  Good thing they’d stocked up when they were in San Antonio. Sometimes they ordered it online.  That wasn’t exactly something you could pull off the shelf at the local grocery store. At least not for what they wanted to use it for.  Of course, there was always Tucker Falls, which was a little more sophisticated than Burnham, as evidenced by the existence of Partners, and they sometimes availed themselves of its proximity when they were out on the town.

Marshall was determined this was going to be the best night ever. And not just in bed.

While Lee worked on restoring a hard drive someone had shipped to them, Marshall gave up any pretense of working.

“I’m heading up to the store to pick up something for dinner. What would you like to drink with it?”
“I dunno.” Lee looked up from his work table. “Whatever looks good, I guess.”

Well, that didn’t help.

“Wine or beer?” Marshall tried to narrow the choices down.

“Beer’s good. Maybe see what kind of ale they got in?”

Marshall could work with that. This time of year, they might even have some of the seasonal stuff. He jingled the truck keys in his hand. “Be right back.”

Once at the store, he stood in front of the meat counter, looking over the various cuts of meat before selecting two nice-looking sirloin strips. He could grill those, with some vegetables. He chose asparagus and two ears of corn, then decided against baked potatoes as being too heavy. He found a twelve pack of seasonal ale and carried his selections to the front. Nothing sweet—Lee would be dessert.

“Romantic dinner?” the checker asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes’m,” Marshall replied, unable to keep from smiling at the thought.

“Ah,” the checker sighed, “why are all the good ones taken or gay, or both?”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t know.” Marshall laughed.

to be continued

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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Virtual Book Blast: Wolf's Sacrifice




Book Name: Wolf’s Sacrifice (Pack of Light)
Book two in a series. This title can be read as a standalone.
Author Name: Draven St. James
Author Bio: Draven St. James is a born and raised Oregonian. She has traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill her books.  Her ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories.  Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where she finds her peace.
Where to find Draven:
Publisher: Loose Id
Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs


Blurb(s):

Sean Maddox has one basic goal: to protect the Northwest Pack. That priority helps him stay grounded—until the day the pack rescues Liam. Suddenly Sean is finding any excuse to be around the sweet, blind shifter. But trying to focus his thoughts on keeping Liam safe and not exploring the whole laundry list of carnal fantasies he's been having is anything but grounding. It doesn't help that Sean's wolf makes it damn clear it believes Liam belongs to him.



From the first deep breath of Sean Maddox's intoxicating scent, all Liam wants to do is strip naked for the sexy beta and let the wolf claim him. Hiding away his desires seems like the best plan, given after a lifetime in captivity Liam is just learning what it means to be free. What does he know about being a mate? More to the point, would Sean even want him if he knew the truth? 



As Sean and Liam struggle with their growing craving for each other an old enemy steps out of the shadows. With secrets lurking and fate twisting two worlds together a sacrifice must be made, but can the two mates live with the consequences?



Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal

Excerpt:
“You don’t have to stay here with me,” Liam murmured.
Sean twisted the cap off Liam’s root beer and pressed the condensation-slick bottle to Liam’s hand until his slender fingers curled around it.
“I know,” he responded, studying a drop of moisture slipping off the bottle to make a damp trail along Liam’s hand.
“Guarding me?” After propping the bottle between his thighs, Liam licked the drop that had traveled to the pulsing blue vein of his wrist.
“I can be around you without being part of your protective detail.” Sean swallowed past his suddenly parched throat. The man had no idea how seductive his innocent movements were.
Liam reached out until his hand was on Sean’s thigh. “Just giving you a hard time.”
You have no idea.

Pages or Words: 50,700 words


Tour Dates: January 20th, 2015


Sales Links:

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Book Blast Author questions:

13 – Favorite soup?
Creamy Basil Tomato.

14 – What was the last Halloween costume you wore?

Oregon Duck Superfan.
55 – Dog or cat?
Dog.

56 – You’ve been bitten by something radioactive. What power do you get from it?
Invisibility.

57 – Eat out or dine in?
Dine in.

58 – What is the best gift you’ve ever received?
My first laptop, a friend said he had faith in my writing and the author I could become.

59 – Best gift you ever gave?
Trip to Hawaii.

60 – What’s your favorite cookie?
Chocolate Crinkles. 

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Monday, January 19, 2015

Cover Reveal: Hearts on Fire


This post is part of a virtual book tour revealing the cover of Alison Packard's newest book Hearts on Fire which will be released on February 3. One randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter will receive a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.



Country music star Jessie Grant has it all. An amazing voice, a string of multi-platinum albums, and a sold-out concert tour. But just before her Hearts on Fire tour rolls into Las Vegas, her lead guitarist is badly injured and is unable to play. Desperate to find a replacement before the night of a televised live show, Jessie is forced to accept help from the last person on earth she wants to see again.

Drew Carmichael has earned a well-deserved reputation as one of the best up-and-coming musicians in Nashville, without cashing in on his renowned father’s name. When Jessie’s manager calls and asks him to fill in for her band’s injured guitar player, he agrees to help Jessie out even though she cut him out of her life four months ago.

In Sin City, sparks fly between Jessie and Drew, and it isn’t long before they give in to their mutual attraction. But when the dark past Jessie has successfully hidden for ten years explodes in the media, their tenuous bond is put to the test, and both Jessie and Drew must learn to trust each other if they don’t want their newfound romantic relationship to go up in flames.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Jessie Grant stared at the cheery yellow wall in her dressing room, and fought the overwhelming urge to throw something. Anything. Her agitated gaze fell on the lovely vase of flowers that had been delivered just before the show, and she had to remind herself that violence, especially towards a perfectly innocent bouquet of pink roses and white calla lilies, wouldn’t solve anything.

But then again, it might relieve the tension that was coiled inside of her like a tightly wound spring.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down?” Jessie whirled around and met the exasperated eyes of her manager. “You expect me to calm down when my guitar player, who, unbeknownst to me, was half-wasted during our set, and decided to stage dive into the audience.” She pointed a finger at him. “That broken arm of his isn’t gonna to heal in four days. I need another guitar player, and I need one now.”

“Relax,” Wally Lindell said in a soothing voice. “I’m working on it.”

“How are you working on it?”

She propped her hands on her hips and gave him her best glacial stare. It didn’t faze him. It never did. He’d been her manager since she was fifteen years old, and he knew her better than anyone. So he should have known that she would be totally freaked out about losing her lead guitar player four days before her exclusive gig in Las Vegas, after all, he was the one who had dubbed her a perfectionist.

“I put in a call to Drew.”

Jessie’s already churning stomach lurched wildly. “Drew Carmichael?”

“How many other guitar players named Drew do you know?” Wally shot her a wise-ass grin.

Only one.

“So you talked to him?” she asked, as she moved to the make-up table. She picked up the bottle of water her stylist had left out for her and took a sip. Maybe the simple task would soothe her frayed nerves.

It didn’t even come close.

“What did he say?”

“I left him a message. He hasn’t called me back yet.” Wally shoved his hands into the front pockets of his black jeans and looked her straight in the eyes with an unflinching directness.

She’d seen that look before; the one telling her that while she might be the star, he was the one who’d gotten her there, and before she went off half-cocked, she’d better let him have his say. And of course, she would. She respected Wally far too much not to listen to him.

“He’s the only guitar player we can get on such short notice that knows your set list,” he continued. “I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but whatever it is, you need to put it aside for the sake of this gig, and maybe the rest of the tour.”

“What makes you think something happened?” she asked with feigned nonchalance.

It was best not to let anyone, especially Wally, know how much she cared about Drew.

“Because you two were as thick as thieves last spring, and now it’s like he’s dropped off the face of the earth. Did you have a falling out?”

“No.” Jessie scowled, as she returned the bottle to the table. “We didn’t have a falling out. I’ve been on the road for months now and he…he’s got a life.”

A life that didn’t include her.

About the Author:
Originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, Alison now lives in Southern Nevada where she’s still getting used to the blistering summers and the slot machines in every grocery store.

When not working at the day job that pays the bills, keeps a roof over her head, and supports her book and chocolate habits, Alison spends most of her free time writing. But when she takes a break, she enjoys reading, watching movies, and spending time with her family and friends.

Website: http://alisonpackard.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alison-Packard-Author/368976796492227?ref=hl
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Alleyfics
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Alison-Packard/e/B009JG39XQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_4?qid=1419875275&sr=8-4
Barnes and Noble Author Page: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/alison-packard

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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #29 (6.2)

Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, it  must be time for some flash fiction from the authors of the Wednesday Briefs! We take our inspiration from our prompts - visual and words - and give you flash fiction between 500 and 1000 words! Come on in and see what's going on this week!

In last week's Don't Look Back, Lee plugged Marshall with a vibrating butt plug, then put him on simmer... and man, is this day long! Plenty of fun with your favorite couple! Don't forget to check out the other Briefers, whose links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #29 (6.2)


Marshall thought dinner would never end.
It felt like everyone they knew in Burnham—which was practically the whole town—had decided to eat at Milly’s that night. And every one of them had something they needed to say, a story they had to tell, or a question that just had to be asked.

The situation was exacerbated by random pulses shooting through his ass when Lee touched the remote, which he’d brought with him. Of course, Marshall could have told him to stop that and Lee would have, no questions asked. But Marshall wasn’t about to do that. It was torture, sure, but of the most exquisite kind. And Marshall knew if he endured it, then his reward would be all the sweeter for having done so.

At least when Roy invited them back to his house to shoot a little pool, Lee graciously declined the invitation, citing pressing business that needed to be taken care of. Roy shook his head at them good-naturedly, and just grinned.

Good thing dinner didn’t last any longer than it did. Marshall’s legs were almost jelly by the time they got up to go. His ass was on fire, and every nerve ending he possessed was on high alert, in anticipation of what was to come.  Lee held out his arm to give him something to hang on to, but Marshall stubbornly refused. He saw amusement glint in Lee’s eyes, as well as admiration.

They arrived home in record time, and made a beeline for the bedroom. No more waiting, no more foreplay, no more anticipation. The moment of truth had arrived.

“Undress, boy,” Lee directed, and Marshall wasted no time in obeying, his fingers fumbling at every button, his arousal so intense he could almost taste it. Lee also stripped, down to his own bulging erection, evidence of his desire for Marshall. He pointed to the bed, and Marshall lay down, bending his legs, and spreading them apart for Lee’s benefit.

When Lee removed the butt plug, Marshall felt an emptiness, an ache that demanded to be filled. He bit back the whimper that threatened to spill from his throat, but he was sure his eyes reflected his neediness. Not to mention, Lee could read him like a book.

Lee knelt between Marshall’s legs, laying a tender kiss on either knee, as he inserted two fingers inside of Marshall. “Damn, boy, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Sir, yes Sir,” Marshall agreed. “Aren’t I always ready for you?”

“Hell  yes, you are.”

Lee teasingly licked along the inside of one thigh, down the length of the leg to the crease. He twisted his fingers inside of Marshall, eliciting a moan.

“You did good tonight, boy,” Lee praised him.  “You deserve a reward. What would you like?”

Marshall was conflicted. On the one hand, he’d love to take Lee’s fat dick into his mouth and suck him off until he screamed. But on the other hand, his need to have that cock inside his ass, fucking him hard, was pretty strong.

What he didn’t expect was for Lee to offer him Door Number Three. The chance to do something he’d often dreamed of, but never been allowed to do.

Lee removed his fingers from Marshall’s channel, then stretched himself out on top of Marshall, their cocks rubbing deliciously together, as he murmured in Marshall’s ear, “How about tonight I fuck you to your heart’s delight and tomorrow night, I let you fuck me?”

Well, knock him down with a feather…

Marshall had dreamed about this moment for such a long time, he was sure he must be hallucinating. Hearing what he wanted to hear. But no, those words had actually come out of Lee’s mouth. He’d actually made the offer.

Was there any question what Marshall’s answer would be?

Heart beating almost out of his chest, he responded in a voice thick with lust, “Yes Sir, that sounds perfect.” And then Lee’s mouth crashed down on his, and he was consumed once again with love for Lee.

Marshall arched up into Lee’s embrace. He locked his ankles at the base of Lee’s back, rubbing against him almost frantically, his need growing stronger by the second. When they came up for air at last, Lee moaned, “Roll over and grab the headboard.” Marshall wasted no time in obeying, kneeling on their pillows at the head of the bed.

Lee pressed up against Marshall. He pulled Marshall’s hair back from his ear and sucked the earlobe into his mouth, even as he reached around him, caressing his chest and nipples.

Marshall thought he might lose his mind if Lee didn’t get inside of him right now. He ached to be filled by Lee’s cock. He hungered for him more than he’d ever thought it was possible to want someone.

“Lee,” he moaned, unable to suppress his need.

“Yes, baby,” Lee murmured, as he thrust up inside Marshall, filling him completely.

“Yes!” Marshall cried. “God, yes.” He gripped the headboard tightly, pushing back to meet Lee’s thrusts. 

“Not deep enough,” Lee declared, after several minutes of intense exertion. He slapped one of Marshall’s cheeks. “On your back,” he commanded, withdrawing, to Marshall’s chagrin.

Marshall slid quickly onto his back, his eyes pleading for Lee. Lee lifted Marshall’s leg, placed it on top of his shoulder and re-positioned himself inside of Marshall. The new angle meant he could thrust harder and deeper, and Marshall moaned his approval with every breath he took.

This was what Marshall had been waiting for all day. This was the main event for which the vibrating butt plugs had only been the warm-up bout. All the sweet agony he’d endured every time Lee pressed the remote was worthwhile, justified by this moment in time.  Even sitting through dinner plugged and unable to do anything to ease his agony.

“Goddammit, Lee, I love you so much.”

Lee’s lips made further words unnecessary.

to be continued

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