My Sexy Saturday #30: Civil War and Broken Hearts

I know I haven't done this in a while, but I decided to join My Sexy Saturday today so I could show off a little bit of my upcoming release, Civil War and Broken Hearts, which comes out on August 24th, from Dreamspinner, and is the second book in my Rose and Thorne series.


This week's theme is reunion, so I chose a scene in which Vinnie and Ethan have been separated but find a way to come together. Enjoy!

Realizing I was risking exposure, I darted inside the room and closed the door, suddenly nervous for no reason I could think of. It was Ethan I was expecting, the man I’d been with for almost five years. So why was my heart beating like conga drums on steroids?

The door opened suddenly, and for one horrible moment, I thought maybe I should have locked it in case the maid came by. But then I realized it was Ethan, and he was running toward me, and I was running toward him, and his lips met mine as he lifted me from my feet and kissed me like there was no tomorrow, and in that moment nothing else mattered.

I wrapped my legs about him as he carried me farther into the room, never breaking our kiss. By the time we reached the sofa and parked our asses on it, we were forced to come up for air. But it was a happy breathlessness. We sat facing one another, our hands joined.

“I was worried about you,” Ethan admitted. “I almost came running after you when you left….”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t. That wouldn’t have been the best idea.” Surprise, surprise, I was being the practical one for a change.

“But you don’t deserve suspension,” he protested, and I kissed him again just to calm him down. And because I wanted to.

“I’m not really suspended, it’s okay,” I assured him, pushing a stray lock of blond hair back behind his ear.

My Sexy Saturday #29: Don't Look Back

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday - we bring you 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs from our writing.

This week's theme is Talk Sexy to Me. Lovers often have their own language, a certain way of talking to one another. Sometimes with words of love, other times with humor. Like they're in their own little world. The couple I chose to show today are Marshall and Lee. They understand one another very well, despite the difference in their ages. I have a cover for them now, and will be posted the book soon as a free read. I'll keep you posted.  Enjoy!

Don't Look Back by Julie Lynn Hayes

“Like what you see?” He gave Marshall a slow, seductive smile that took his breath away every time he flashed it.

“You know I do,” Marshall breathily replied.

“Then come and get it,” Lee invited, and Marshall dropped to his knees, prepared to dine.

Marshall found himself transfixed by the sight before him—Lee’s perfect pucker. Generally it was Lee who feasted on Marshall’s hole, but when Lee was in the mood, he allowed Marshall the privilege of tasting him there.

“Come on, buttercup, I don’t have all night.”

Marshall knew Lee was only teasing. He glanced up to see that slow, lazy smile that went straight to his heart, and he had to grin himself. “Don’t think you can last that long, old-timer?” he taunted him.

Lee snorted. “I’m no punk kid, like certain people I could name. I last as long as I choose to last, and not a moment longer. You’d do well to remember that.”

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My Sexy Saturday: To the Max

The theme for today's My Sexy Saturday is Keeping It Sexy - the things that lovers do for one another. I thought I'd turn to my first published novel, To The Max, for inspiration. Max and Richard are a very devoted couple, and they do enjoy doing things for one another.  In this scene, Richard has taken Max away for the day to the country, to a little land they own along a river. Just the two of them, and fun in the sun. Enjoy! As we peek in on our lovers, Richard is about to put suntan lotion on Max, who burns easily. (Btw, he's also a werewolf).

I do as he asks, of course.  I'm a rather obedient wolf, I must admit.  "Back or front first?" I ask.

            "Back first," he responds, squirting the thick white fluid onto his long, slender fingers in preparation.  This particular brand is supposed to be good for the skin as well, filled with vitamins and emollients and such like.  It has a pleasant silky texture, and a nice smell, and we've discovered that it works well for other purposes too.  I flip onto my stomach, lay my head onto my interlaced fingers, and relax.  Richard settles himself on me, straddling my legs as he spreads the lotion, beginning with my shoulders, not just troweling it on but actually using the flat of his hand to work it into my skin, where it will do some good.  I like the feel of him on top of me, the comforting solidness of his body on mine.  His gentle touch.  He gives good back rubs, too.

            He makes sure that he covers my back, his hands moving lower and lower as he massages the goo into my skin.  When he reaches my ass, his slides his fingers teasingly between my cheeks, brushing lightly across my pucker, which produces a moan from me.  So, for good measure, he does it again. 

            "Quit teasing unless you're serious," I warn him.  He only laughs, slaps my butt and tells me to roll over so he can do my front.  Of course I am now sporting an erection.  "Grease that up and I'll show you what I can do with it," I offer.

            "We have all day, sweet thing," he grins, "I think we'll find time for you to show me a thing or two."

            Pouting isn't working, so I have to content myself with that thought for the moment, as he covers my chest.  The little devil!  He tweaks my nipples, supposedly in the cause of applying sunscreen, but I know better.  I try to reach for his cock, which isn't easy considering the angle at  which he is to me, but he merely slaps my hand away again.  "Slow learner, are we?" he asks smugly.

            "You're a cock teaser, is what you are," I growl, and he only smirks all the more.

My Sexy Saturday: When Will I Be Loved

This week's theme fits perfectly with my upcoming release, as you can tell by looking at the title. 'When Will I Be Loved was a Linda Ronstadt song, and it also characterizes Miller's search for the man who is meant for him, assuming he even exists.

In this excerpt, Holt has sent flowers to Miller, and asked Miller to call him.

Miller was in imminent danger of coming undone. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and tried to keep his voice from jumping an octave. “Good morning... Holt.”

“I was hoping you’d call.”

“Me too. I mean, of course. I mean, I’m sorry to take so long. I’d have called sooner, but...” Damn, he could barely string two coherent words together today. Let’s try this again.

“I understand entirely. You’re at work, you’re busy...” Holt’s soothing voice, rather than calming Miller, poured oil on the flames of his desire. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, grateful he was alone at reception for the moment. Although it would be a while before he attempted to stand.

“The flowers are beautiful, thank you very much .I didn’t expect them. They’re... they’re simply beautiful.” He probably has no idea what they mean.

“They mean love at first sight,” Holt murmured. “Each shade has its own meaning. I chose those for a reason.”

Damn. He does know.

My Sexy Saturday - When Will I Be Loved

This week's theme is Sexy Forever. What does that bring to mind? Eternal loves? Eternal lives? Eternal flames? Maybe all of the above!

This week  I'm giving an excerpt from my soon-to-be released novel, When Will I Be Loved, which comes out on June 7th, from Amber Quill. It's the sequel to When Will I See You Again.

In this scene, Holt is the vampire in question, while Miller is quite human. But together, they combust. Enjoy!

He could feel Holt visibly relax, as if he’d been unsure of Miller’s reaction. Miller realized Holt wasn’t near as tough as he let on he was. He was reminded what Sarah had said to him—“He has a heart as big as the universe.” Never had true words been spoken.

“You’re everything to me, Miller. I want to spend eternity showing how just much I love you.” He pressed their lips together, and everything else became immaterial in the face of their love. Miller felt a flame inside of him flare to life with the mere touch of Holt’s body against his. He wanted to lose himself in that flame and feel it grow.

“Car...” he murmured into Holt’s mouth.

“What...?”

“Car. Let’s go to the car. Now.” He rubbed himself against Holt, felt a quickening response in Holt’s body, felt his cock begin to harden. “Right now,” he repeated, looping a leg about Holt’s and pressing against him even more tightly, with a growing urgency.

Holt slid his hands beneath Miller’s ass. Lifting him easily, he retraced their steps through the trees, never releasing Miller’s mouth until they found themselves standing beside the sedan. Holt reached for the door handle, but Miller grabbed his wrist.

“No. Right here. Take me here. I don’t want to wait.” He crushed their lips together, his hand snaking between them. He felt Holt’s erection, felt its fullness. He wanted that... inside of him. In the worst possible way.

My Sexy Saturday - When Will I See You Again

Hello again, and welcome to more My Sexy Saturday. Today I'd like to give you a little taste of my m/m paranormal romance/mystery, When Will I See You Again, which comes before When Will I Be Loved. Make-up sex can be damn hot, but I'll let you be the judge as we get a glimpse of Alexx and Raoul. If you like what you see, look for it at Amber Allure. Looks like it's half off, but I'm not sure for how long.

Raoul kissed Alexx with a feverish intensity, moaning his name into his soft flesh. They stripped one another in record time. Raoul laid the pieces of clothing beneath them as protection against the rocky sand. Their tongues tangled in wordless communion, their hands caressing, stroking, inflaming one another’s lust.

They rolled back and forth, limbs entwined, cocks rubbing together in the most exquisite torture. When Raoul tried to take the bottom position for himself, Alexx slid beneath him instead.

“Make love to me, Raoul,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers that shot straight down Raoul’s spine. There was nothing Raoul wanted to do more. But he wasn’t prepared for this eventuality, hadn’t anticipated it. Certainly not in this place.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he confessed, a note of frustrated chagrin in his voice, compounded by his desire for Alexx.

“We don’t need them.” Alexx traced the contour of Raoul’s lips with one finger. “You’re the only man I’ve ever been with, the only one I ever want to be with. Please, I want to feel you, only you, inside of me…”

Raoul melted at his words, berating himself internally. How could he not have known, not have realized that Alexx was an innocent, an untouched virgin until Raoul came along? In all fairness, Alexx had not reacted as he would have expected. It didn’t matter, not now, but the knowledge only served to reinforce the idea that they were meant to be together, for they fit together as perfectly as if they’d been made for one another.

Raoul continued to protest, but his heart was not in it, and he felt himself surrender as Alexx claimed his lips, stifling his words with his mouth. Their tongues fought for supremacy in a mock battle of wills that ended when Alexx lightly nipped Raoul’s lower lip. The simple bite sent an erotic shiver coursing deliciously through his body.

My Sexy Saturday: When Will I Be Loved

Good morning and Happy Sexy Saturday! Last week, I gave you a peek into When Will I Be Love, my m/m paranormal romance/mystery sequel to When Will I See You Again. Today I am going to give you a different glimpse of Holt and Miller, and tell you that When Will I Be Loved has been contracted by Amber Quill, and will be released on June 7th!  Hooray!

In this scene, Miller and Holt have left Charisma for Miller's apartment. I think the rest is self-explanatory. Enjoy! Then visit the other authors on the hop, whose links follow my tale!

Slowly but surely, the blond unfastened every button on Miller’s shirt. As each bit of bare flesh was revealed, he kissed it, tenderly. The care he took with Miller’s disrobing was without a doubt the sexiest thing Miller had ever seen in his life, and it took his breath away. Passion and desire flamed together inside of him, creating something new, something unrecognizable.

And what was he saying that sounded suspiciously like mine?

Finished with the buttons, the shirt was gently removed and allowed to flutter to the floor. The blond turned his attention to Miller’s jaw line, kissing a slow tender trail along his neck. Miller felt his skin warm at the contact, a white-hot heat that did not burn. He found himself turning his head to allow for better access. The blond’s tongue sucked lightly at the tender hollow just beneath Miller’s collarbone. Miller’s nostrils filled with the scent of the other man. A most intoxicating bouquet, earthy and musky, with slightly floral undertones, like freshly pressed wildflowers. The earthiness reminded him of the sensual aroma of cumin. Somehow he knew he’d never look at that particular spice in the same way again.

“Let’s get you comfortable,” the blond suggested, casting an incredibly sexy, half-lidded look up at Miller. It took him half a second to react as a strong shiver coursed through him, but Miller managed to nod, and once again he was lifted up in those powerful arms, this time carried the short distance to the bed and gently laid upon it. He leaned over Miller, nuzzling Miller’s neck. Miller took advantage of his proximity to plunge his fingers into his honey blond hair, marveling at the soft texture. The blond drew back, and Miller’s hand flopped back to the bed, empty.

“Soon,” he promised, as if sensing Miller’s disappointment, and the smile he gave Miller was dazzling. He turned his attention to finishing what he’d started, this time beginning at the bottom, with Miller’s feet. He carefully removed Miller’s dress shoes and they joined the shirt, followed by his socks. Next, Miller’s belt was unbuckled and unthreaded from the loops, before he turned his attention to the zipper, against which Miller’s erection bulged, begging for release. The blond’s fingers were gentle as he undid the single button, then pulled on the zipper, careful not to catch the fabric beneath in their teeth.

“Raise your hips,” he directed, and Miller obeyed, which facilitated the removal of his trousers, and then his dark blue boxers.

And now Miller lay completely naked, exposed to the view of this exquisite man. One of them was definitely overdressed, and it wasn’t him.

My Sexy Saturday: When Will I Be Loved

It's been a while since I've done this, but here I am with My Sexy Saturday again. This week, I thought I'd showcase a little excerpt from When Will I Be Loved. It's the sequel to When Will I See You Again, and it's actually finished, just looking for the right publisher.

Miller Fenwick wants the kind of love his friend Alexx found with Raoul Marchand. But so far, he's had no luck. After a date that fizzled more than sizzled, Miller ends up at Charisma, and he thinks he might dance. Just see what happens when he's standing at the edge of the dance floor, and he thinks he's being watched...

But he’d only had the one glass. And he hadn’t even finished that. He wasn’t such a lightweight, when it came to holding his alcohol, and he knew it.

He told himself it was just his imagination. But just to be safe, he began a slow cautious turn, looking around him, without appearing to be searching for anything—or anyone.

And there he was.

Standing a heartbeat away from Miller was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen in his life. A man every bit as sexy as Raoul Marchand, although not in the same feral way as the werewolf.

This man was light where Raoul was dark. His hair was a honey blonde which stood out by virtue of being obviously natural, in a place where most blondes were either created by the sun or came from a bottle. He stood a little taller than Miller, exuding a presence that went beyond the merely physical, possessed of the bearing and mien of a veritable god.

But it was his eyes that drew Miller in and held him spellbound. Blue and green, like staring into tropical waves, flecked with bits of pure molten gold. And the way he was staring at Miller was sending the most delicious shivers traveling up and down his spine.

The man took a step toward Miller, his hand outstretched. Before Miller quite realized what had happened, he’d placed his own hand inside of the other man’s, and he found himself being drawn onto the dance floor.

My Sexy Saturday #22: Leonardo DiCaprio is a Vampire

Today's My Sexy Saturday has a Halloween them, so I thought I would show a little bit of my Halloween story, Leonardo DiCaprio is a Vampire.

Hunter and Fisher have been friends forever. Fisher has feelings for Hunter he's afraid to admit to. But somehow he finds himself in a position where the truth might just come out, wish it or not.

And yet the very next moment, the most incriminating words in the world had left his lips, albeit in a very small, very tight voice. "Did you have sex with him?"

He felt the movement before he saw it. Hunter's face was closer to his than ever, those light blue eyes boring into his own. Fisher could do nothing but look back, speechless, as Hunter seemed to dive into his very soul through his eyes. "Never," he replied softly, his voice a husky whisper. "I could never do that to you."

Fisher trembled, waiting for something to happen. He didn't have to wait long. Suddenly those beautiful lips were touching his, and then they were kissing, truly kissing. No, it wasn't Fisher's first kiss, but it was his first with a man. His only kiss with a man. And he was amazed at what a difference there was between this kiss and the others. Not because of gender, but because it was with Hunter.

He felt himself giving in to those lips, melting into that touch, with a heat that penetrated his entire body, vibrating in its intensity. Now Hunter was nibbling at his lips, soft tender kisses that shook him to his very foundation. His head was reeling, and he was on the verge of losing all sense of self when he felt the first raindrops splash upon his upturned face.

What the hell. He pulled back at this sudden insertion of reality into a very unreal scene, his mouth forming a large "O" of amazement, his eyes going into saucer-plate mode. But even as he did, Hunter moved forward, sliding closer until their knees touched. From this position, luckily, they couldn't get much closer, or Hunter would realize what else he had raised, besides Fisher's blood pressure.

He was going to do it again. Fisher just knew it, he could feel it, and oh God how badly he wanted it, as he felt a whimper rise in his throat, indicating a neediness he wasn't aware he even possessed. But the drops were turning thicker now, more of them, and they were brutally cold. A definite shock to the system. His brain was screaming to him to get out, get out now.

Even though this was what he wanted, exactly what he wanted. So what was the problem? What did he think would happen if he gave in to his feelings? He didn't know. He was afraid of things that he couldn't even explain to himself.

Now available at Torquere Press!

Blurb:  

‘Tis the night before Halloween, and Fisher Roberts wishes it was over, not being a fan of this or any other holiday.  But he tolerates it because his roommate/best friend Hunter Long takes a childish glee in all things Halloween.  And Fisher has a vested interest in keeping Hunter happy.  If only he could find the nerve to tell his childhood friend that he loves him, and has for a very long time.

Fisher thinks Hunter is carrying things a bit far this year, though.  First Hunter claims to be a vampire, and he just won’t let the silly joke go.  Then he forces Fisher to go to a costumed Halloween party which Fisher would rather avoid, especially when he realizes where it’s being held, and whose house it is. Things at Fisher’s job might just be going south, too, when he receives a mysterious summons to report to the editor’s office the next morning.  And then Fisher goes and does something stupid—like kissing Hunter!

Bad leads to worse when Fisher ends up at the Halloween party from Hell, and he learns something that threatens to destroy his and Hunter’s relationship forever.  Running from his fears, Fisher encounters a strange young man with an unusual resemblance to Leonardo di Caprio, who shows him things he never realized before, truths about his life and the people in it.

Can Fisher find his way back to Hunter, and can he find the courage to do what his heart wishes?

My Sexy Saturday #21:

This week's Sexy Saturday has to do with sci fi romance, so I thought I would bring you a little taste of Taz and Reed. You  may remember them from Be My Alien, which M.A. Church and I wrote together. Now they're back, in Be My Human, coming out with Dreamspinner on October 31. Taz is an alien with some unusual qualities, and Reed is his human lover. Enjoy!

Be My Human

“Reed, when can we get the swing you told me about?” He ran his tongue up the inside of Reed’s thighs, over the lightly haired delicate skin.

Reed thought he might lose it then and there. The very thought of having Taz in a swing stirred his imagination and his libido. But that was in the future, certainly not now. “We can’t. Not yet,” he panted. “I don’t think this ceiling… will hold… oh shit…” Before he’d even finished speaking, Taz had pushed him down into one of the two chairs in the room.

“Want to ride you,” Taz moaned. He turned about and bent over, presenting Reed with his plugged ass. “Pull it out, please. It’s time for you to be inside me, not that…”

It was time, Reed agreed, as he carefully removed the toy. He couldn’t help but think of its expensive counterpart, the overindulgent model that had originally brought them together, and he had to smile. This particular version, while not nearly as costly or sparkly, was perfect for their purposes, and had done its job well, keeping Taz simmering all day long. Of course, to be honest, that wasn’t hard for Reed to do.

“Lube, babe,” he murmured. “We need the lube.” He couldn’t resist lightly slapping that magnificent backside, remembering just how wonderful his lover’s dark place tasted. “Hurry,” he added, not sure how long he could keep himself under control. Taz lunged across the bed, not bothering to walk around it. He yanked out the drawer to the side table, spilling the contents on the carpet. Not taking time to pick anything up, he grabbed the tube of lube, rolled over and returned to Reed’s side, holding it out for his use.

God, but Taz was gorgeous… that was the last coherent thought he had as he teased Taz with the plug, sliding it between his legs and rubbing against his balls, before tossing it aside on the table next to him. He spread the slick, cool lube on his dick, hoping the sudden cold would dampen his need to come, and grasped Taz’s hip with one hand. Oh, Taz would ride all right, but he’d do it this way—facing away from him. Reed wanted to see his dick sliding in and out of that quivering hole.

“Straddle me, Taz.” Reed held his dick as Taz scooted back, his legs on either side of Reed’s. “That’s it, babe. Slide down on that dick.”

My Sexy Saturday #20: To The Max

Seven words, seven sentences, or seven paragraphs. Welcome to My Sexy Saturday!

This week My Sexy Saturday is giving a nod to historical authors and challenging us to show them our carriage rides. But that doesn't have to mean literally, after all. In fact, there's quite some leeway there. So I'm going to go with something from To The Max, my first published book.

This scene takes place years before, when Max first met Richard at a disco in Illinois, and they head out to the parking lot, where Richard has a muscle car. Well, it's not his, he borrowed it, but that's beside the point. They're about to take their first "carriage ride", so to speak... and history is about to be made. It all starts somewhere, right? Enjoy!

We exited the disco for the parking lot, the receding refrains of 'Stayin' alive' soon becoming lost behind us—a completely other world we were no longer a part of. The gravel scrunched beneath our feet, sounding overly loud in my ears, as I closely followed this exquisite man. Our hands were still clasped, by mutual consent. We wove our way between rows of silent vehicles. For the most part these were unoccupied as their owners shook it for all it was worth on the illuminated dance floor within. But occasionally we could see entwined silhouettes, and a bobbing head or two. And once I caught a glimpse of pale buttocks pumping furiously in an unseen rhythm. I blushed at this, even as I wondered to what purpose he’d brought me here. Not that it mattered, I realized, my heart thumping so loudly I was tempted to muffle the sound lest it betray my nervousness.

He led me to the far corner of the parking lot, away from the other vehicles; a lone car sat in the darkness. From what I could see, it was some type of muscle car, and he’d probably parked it at this safe distance to prevent drunken drivers from carelessly flinging open their doors and inflicting painful scratches on what was no doubt a highly polished finish. "Yours?" I asked, gazing up in admiration at that splendid profile. His, not the car’s.

"I wish!" He laughed. Reaching inside his jacket, he pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes held it out to me. "Care for one?"

"No thanks, it's bad for my health."

"You have poor health?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. I merely shook my head, not wanting to get into particulars quite so soon—but I knew I couldn't avoid the question forever.

"No, the car belongs to a friend," he answered my question, striking a match. It flared briefly in a burst of sulfurous light while he touched it to the end of his smoke.; I caught a flickering glimpse of his beautiful face, and God, how I wanted him then. He knew it, too. It was something palpable that hung on the air between us. He pursed his lips into an exaggerated bow as he blew out the flame, and I knew it was done for my benefit. "It's a '69 Chevelle. A real beauty. Care to see her in action?"

"Sure," I replied with an attempt at being calm, cool, and collected—which failed miserably. I was obviously no Sean Connery, and I was definitely a far cry from being James Bond either. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying to hide what was blatantly and painfully obvious. At least to me.

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My Sexy Saturday #19: When Will I Be Loved

Because my current WIP just reached 70k, I think I'll tease you with a little of that. It's the sequel to When Will I See You Again, and it's called When Will I Be Loved. In this scene, we have our heroes, Miller and Holt. I think  you can figure out the rest lol  Don't forget to visit the other authors on the hop!

“Of course,” Holt continued, “I can slow down, if you think I’m moving too fast...” Despite his words to the contrary, he nuzzled Miller’s neck, his tongue lapping at Miller’s skin, producing shivers. “I promised... myself I’d court you the proper way. Take things in the right order, which I neglected to do when we met.” And now Miller was even more aware of that hard cock poking him in the ass.  “I want you to know how serious I am about you, Miller. Please never doubt that for one minute. So maybe we should think about putting on the brakes... for now?”

“Oh hell no!” Miller blurted out. He spun to face Holt, scanning his eyes for some sign he was kidding. Did he really just build him up to a fever pitch and intend to let him burn in misery? Oh please God, no.

Holt seemed too serious for his taste. He had to do something about this. Quick, change the subject. Or just change his mind.

“Holt, I’m all yours,” he swore, taking a half step toward him, which brought them chest to chest and cock to cock. “Look, we’re not exactly kids, and while I appreciate the sentiment...” He reached between them, pressing the palm of his hand against Holt’s hardness—wasn’t turnabout considered fair play? “I see no reason why we can’t still do the whole courtship thing... by the book, by the numbers, by your leave... any damn way you want to do it...just as long as it gets done.” He began to rub against Holt in earnest, felt the moans that shook the other man’s body. “But there’s no reason to give this up. Is there?”

He dared a glance into Holt’s eyes, wondering what he’d find there. Annoyance? Disappointment? Anger? No, what he saw was approbation. And agreement. He also felt waves of desire emanate from his lover, marveling anew at the bond between them.

“No reason in the world,” Holt replied in a lust-laden voice. “But if you don’t stop that now, we’ll never make it back to the hotel, I’m afraid.”

Miller could accept that. He could wait just a little while, knowing that it would happen. Anticipation wasn’t a bad thing. Quite the contrary, it was the most delicious form of foreplay. But, before he had to take a step back and let things cool down...

He reached for Holt’s head, pulled him down and kissed him long and hard. He was certainly growing bolder where Holt was concerned. More comfortable with their relationship. That kiss would have to do for now.

My Sexy Saturday #18: Revelations

Good morning and Happy Saturday!

This week's challenge was to show our readers some sexy love. How our characters fell in love and how they plan to stay in love.Special moments from the time they first meet their significant other. I thought I would concentrate on the first hot kiss.

My book Revelations is about Judas and Jesus, although set in modern times. How does that work? Good question.  I'll post the blurb, but first my snippet with their first kiss, 2000 years in the making.

In these scene, told from Jesus' POV, he and Judas are taking some fresh air, before the show, but their tete-a-tete is cut short and Jesus has to go.

           “Thank you, Simon, I’m coming.” He envelops me in a great bearlike hug, before returning to the building behind us. I can’t afford to linger now, and perhaps it’s wisest that I don’t.

            I have to go in now. Yes, I truly do. Now. Go. In.

            But before I do…I move toward my irritable Judas without pausing to think about what I’m doing, impelled by something I don’t truly understand. Something inside of me is urging me, and I find I cannot do other than obey… I put my hands on either side of his lovely face, pull him toward me and…

…and I lock our lips together in a kiss. Not just any kiss, but the kiss to end all kisses. Not that I’ve not kissed Judas before, I have, and others as well. But this is different and I very well know it. My lips are afire from this kiss, and I suspect his are as well. He’s trembling in my grasp.

            And as quickly as I began it, I end it. And coward that I am, I draw back from him, noting the very confused expression in his beautiful eyes. “I have to go,” I whisper, and before he has a chance to react, I’m safe within the confines of the tent once more, trying to hide the fact I’m trembling from head to foot.

            What did I just do, and why? And why do I want to still be out there, doing it again?

            Father, please, talk to me?

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Blurb:

Judas has never been very popular, not in any incarnation that he and Jesus and the others have lived through. But he doesn't care about that. All he cares about is following the instructions of God as set forth in the script that they follow. And Jesus. For Judas has secretly loved the son of God for over two thousand years.

 But now he decides that enough is enough, and he's tired of watching Jesus die far too early, and for what? This time Judas is determined to see that Jesus lives a long and happy life, no matter what price he has to pay to accomplish it...no matter if he has to make a deal with the devil himself.

 Revelations is a story of what could be, told by those who play it out, time after time after time, unbeknownst to the rest of mankind.  They've come back again, for yet another round.  But this time is going to be different.  

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My Sexy Saturday #17: When Will I Be Loved

Good morning and Happy Saturday!

This week's challenge said: Share with us this week those characters who aren't afraid to show that they love someone. 

When Will I Be Loved

 I thought of Holt Wynne. He's a vampire in my WIP, When Will I Be Loved, sequel to When Will I See You Again. Vampires have a special love, one that is meant to last forever. Such a love is hard to find, so when you find him or her, you hold on tight. Holt's eternal love is Miller.

In the scene I am sharing today, Miller has gone to a meet and greet for the new owner of the Crescent Bay Chronicle, and he sees Holt, and Holt sees him, and the result is... well, see for yourself.

Standing mere feet away was the blond from the night before. Looking every bit as enticing as he had then. Maybe even more so, since now Miller knew what he looked like beneath those elegant clothes.

He seemed to be... agitated? Was that even the right word? And how could Miller even tell that from where he stood.

And why was this girl leading him right toward him?

“Holt, oh Holt,” she cried out in a lilting voice.

Holt? What?

The blond turned his head and his eyes locked with Miller’s, and something quite electric passed through the air between them. But before Miller had a chance to think, to react, to formulate even the hint of a thought, the blond had crossed the space between them more quickly than Miller would have thought possible, put his arms about Miller, lifting him off his feet and into his arms, until their lips met...

And suddenly Miller wasn’t thinking anything anymore.

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My Sexy Saturday #16: When Will I Be Loved

Welcome to more of My Sexy Saturday! Today's theme is shifters, and I just happen to have a hot one named Raoul Marchand, from my novel When Will I See You Again. The seven I am sharing with you today is a scene between a  young Raoul and Jamie, in their private spot on the beach, on Halloween night, after they left the party behind. Enjoy! Don't forget to see who else is sharing this week!

When Will I See You Again

Raoul slid both fingers in up to the first knuckle, scissoring them, stretching the guardian muscle in order to relax it. They’d done this so many times, he could easily have mapped the interior of Jamie’s body, blindfolded.  The process of making Jamie ready for him never took long; he knew just how much Jamie needed to be stretched in order to accommodate his wolfen girth. Neither one had ever had another lover; from the beginning, they’d been a perfect fit.

 He bent his long fingers, inserting them all the way, reached for Jamie’s prostate. Jamie arched his back in pleasure, pre-cum seeping from his cock; the blond shivered with expectation.

“You feel ready, baby, are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” His breath came in ragged gasps as he situated himself, using his thigh muscles to hold him steady as he maneuvered over Raoul’s shaft. He grasped it, positioning the cockhead by his opening.

Jamie paused. Raoul looked up at him, their gazes locking.  “I love you,” Jamie murmured in a voice that shook with emotion, just before he impaled himself.

Raoul gasped, feeling himself sheathed in the warmth that was Jamie. Tightness and heat and everything that made life worth living—Jamie was all of that and more.

“God, I love you,” he blurted out in reply. He reached for one of Jamie’s hands, twining the fingers together as Jamie began to rock on his cock. Back and forth he rocked, with a heated urgency. “Oh yeah, just like that… keep going, just keep going…”

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My Sexy Saturday #15: Be My Human

Happy Weekend, everyone! And welcome to more of My Sexy Saturday, where we showcase WIP's or published works and show off our sexy couples!

This week, I'm offering a little snippet from a book that will be published this fall by Dreamspinner Press. Be My Human is the sequel to Be My Alien, and it's the joint effort of author M.A. Church (The Harvest, Nighttime series) and myself. Our couple is Taz and Reed, and I think the excerpt speaks for itself.  Enjoy!

“Gok,” Reed grunted, then cleared his throat. Fuck, Taz had sucked the ability to speak right out of him, through his cock. It had been much too long since the last time he’d gotten a blowjob. “I mean good. That’s good. Straddle me, babe.”

Taz stole a quick kiss, then swung a leg over Reed’s lap, balancing himself over the cock that pointed directly up at his ass. “As sexy as I think it is to be undressed while you’re still clothed, I think we might need to get your shirt out of the way.” What a time for his kitten to be practical.

“Just shove it the fuck out of the way then,” Reed growled. The head of his dick brushed Taz’s hole. He was going to start foaming at the mouth if he didn’t get in there and damn soon. How the hell Taz was still able to make any sort of sense was beyond him. His own thought processes were shot to hell. Reed tightened his hand around Taz’s slim hips and grunted when Taz finally pushed his shirt out of the way. “Taz… please.”

Taz impudently flicked his nipples and Reed saw stars. Another odd sound exploded out of him. He bit his lip when Taz wiggled then began the slow descent down his shaft. The need to just sink his fingers into Taz’s hips and slam him down was nearly overwhelming. He wanted to thrust, God he wanted to thrust… almost more than he wanted his next breath. The only thing that stopped him was how much that would hurt his lover. That, and the fact Taz would probably rip him to shreds with his claws. Which he would fucking well deserve since they were only using spit as lube. Rough was fine, bloody wasn’t cool—he knew that firsthand.

“Oh babe, God, you’re so tight. Does it hurt?”

Taz slipped down a little farther. Reed felt his tail make an appearance, jerking behind him. “Burns a little, but it’s not bad.”

“There’s that tail.” Reed flexed his hands on Taz’s hips. “Take your time. I want this to be good for both of us.”

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My Sexy Saturday #14: Captivations

The challenge this week was to come up with something about a kick-ass heroine. While I write primarily in the m/m genre, that doesn't mean I don't have some of those sexy ladies lurking in the corners!  So, here goes!

Today's excerpt comes from a WIP called Captivations, which was being serialized at one time, but is on hiatus now. The main story is about two vampire brothers who own a night club in New Orleans - Avery and Ben Deacon. Jillian is sent by the Church to be their new daykeeper, which doesn't sit well with Avery. Let's just say these two are at loggerheads with one another. Until this scene.  Jillian has left the club and taken refuge in an old French bakery. Avery goes out in the rain, seeking her. Enjoy! Don't forget to check out the other authors in the blog hop!

Her logical mind made the leap, damning her treacherous heart for having dared to hope. Something must have happened, something he needed her help with. That had to be it. She masked her disappointment with difficulty, waiting for him to instruct her to come with him, to tell her she was needed back at the club. If she’d been thinking more clearly, she’d have realized that a phone call would’ve taken care of that a lot more easily than chasing after her in the rain.

He said nothing of the sort. Instead he took a step toward her and she heard the last words she’d ever expected to hear coming from his mouth.

“Jillian, I’m sorry.”

And then he held his arms open to her, and she followed her instincts and her heart, rather than her common sense, and she fairly leapt across the distance that separated them—to him.

Jillian was surprised at the tenderness of his touch, his lips caressing rather than consuming, his arms wrapped about her in a protective embrace.  Their breaths mingled as they drew back just enough to look into one another’s eyes.

She didn’t know exactly what was going on between them, but Jillian knew that there was no place that she’d rather be but here, in Avery’s arms. When her brain tried to insert logic into the equation, protesting that she’d only known him a day, and a short day at that, and she was just here to do a job for him, she shut it off. As well as any anger she’d been holding at him.

“We need to talk,” he whispered, his fingers ghosting over her cheek, stroking her ear, his beautiful dark blue eyes intent upon her.