Tease Me Thursday #42: Don't Look Back

Welcome to the first Tease Me Thursday of 2015! I hope everyone had a very happy and safe New Year's Eve! I know I did. Spent the evening with Sarah, watching Twilight Zone on SyFy and eating snacks. She made the most wonderful guacamole dip! I could hardly stop eating it! And I worked on my cross stitch project. At midnight, we toasted one another with sparkling white grape juice. A very lovely evening!

Tease Me Thursday - 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs, highlighting either a WIP or a finished work.

Tonight's tease comes from my continuing flash fiction, Don't Look Back, which is about the unusual relationship between Marshall and Lee. In today's tease, the two men are concluding a business/pleasure trip to San Antonio with a little bit of pleasure of their own involving an adult toy. Enjoy!

He felt a pressure nudge against his hole. But he realized immediately it wasn’t the warmth of Lee’s flesh. This was a little harder, almost like soft plastic, even if the shape was the same… Ah, Marshall knew now. Sneaky Lee had packed one of their toys, and was going to fuck him with it. Marshall shivered in anticipation.

Lee slowly eased the dildo inside of Marshall, allowing his muscles to relax. The first time Lee had suggested using an artificial phallus, Marshall had wondered what was the purpose, since God had given Lee a rather magnificent cock of his own, so why use anything else? Wasn’t that for horny single women and desperate gay men?

Marshall quickly learned why, and he was suitably impressed the first time he felt the vibrations in his channel. Okay, maybe that was something Lee couldn’t do. He promised to keep a more open mind to new ideas in the future.

Lee moved the dildo in and out at an even pace. Marshall refrained from begging for more, sure that wouldn’t get him further than patience. Sure enough, he felt the vibrator come to life, and he cried aloud from the sheer pleasure of it.

“Like that, do you boy?”

“Oh yes, yes, yes.” Marshall bowed his back again, straining at the cuffs that restricted his hands. His torment was made worse when Lee palmed his cock once more, ratcheting the level of his desire even higher. He wanted to touch Lee, so badly he ached. Wanted to be able to come. If not for the cock ring, he was pretty sure he would’ve blown by now.

And he wanted to look at Lee. Stare into his beautiful eyes when he came.

Tease Me Thursday #36: Don't Look Back

Almost Friday, isn't it? So time for a little bit of a tease! Whether 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs...


Today the tease, and tomorrow, the winners of my Halloween Spooktacular blog hop!

Today my tease comes from my current flash fiction, Don't Look Back. Marshall and Lee are in a sex shop in San Antonio. Enjoy!

They found the remote-control vibrating butt plug Lee had mentioned, and added it to the items in their cart. Then they wandered through the clothing section, where they discovered the assless underwear.

“I can think of a lot of uses for something like this.” Lee held a colorful pair in his hands, openly admiring them. He looked between them and Marshall. Marshall could only imagine what he had in mind… and he loved the idea.

“You know that old saying,” he ventured to say.

“What’s that?”

“What’s good for the goose…”

“So I’m a gander, am I?” But Lee was grinning as he leaned toward Marshall. “And why should I wear something like this?” he questioned in a soft voice.

“So I can lick your hole,” Marshall whispered back, their gazes meeting.

Tease Me Thursday #31: Don't Look Back

When it's almost Friday, and you're itching to do something fun, come on in, and have a tease! It's Tease Me Thursday, and we're going to show you our 7! Whether 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs.

So sit back and relax, think about the weekend, and let's have a little bit of fun!

Lee stood at the stove, his back to Marshall, giving Marshall a full dead-on view of his magnificent backside. Mmm, what a sight first thing in the morning. Marshall’s cock twitched, blood rushing south in a hurry. Lee wore an apron, but that was all. The man was too smart to cook bacon without some protection for delicate parts that would object to being spattered with hot grease, tasty or otherwise.

Marshall padded silently up behind Lee, kissed one bare shoulder then the other, his hands cupping Lee’s ass.

“’Bout time you got up, sleepyhead,” Lee teased. But Marshall knew he wasn’t mad, especially since he pushed back against him, grinding his ass into Marshall’s growing erection.

“You shoulda woke me.” Marshall glanced at the stove and his mouth watered. Just what he’d hoped for—Lee’s famous bacon, eggs, cheese, peppers, and jalapeno breakfast. When he was a kid, Lee used to joke if this didn’t put hair on his chest, nothing would. Marshall would run to the bathroom after he ate and look in the mirror, hopeful to find the same dark chest hair Lee had, but the only thing that greeted him was bare, smooth flesh. Until he hit puberty, anyway. And even then, the hair was fine and red. But by then he didn’t mind as much.

Lee finished stirring and removed the large spoon from the skillet before he moved it to another burner and turned off the heat. “Untie this thing, willya?” he asked, and Marshall gladly complied.

 Lee removed the apron and slung it over one of the kitchen chairs. He pulled Marshall into his arms and kissed him gently. “I had an idea. I was thinking that after we eat, we can go out to the pond and do a little fishing. Weather’s supposed to be good. There’s nothing pressing for today that can’t wait until tomorrow. We can stop by the deli and pick up some of that cold fried chicken you like so much, get some sides to go with it. A cold twelve pack. What do you think?”

“Sounds like a terrific idea.” Just the kind of day to chase the frights away. He pressed closer to Lee, his hand snaking between them, attempting to snare Lee in its grasp. Lee caught the wandering hand and pulled it away with a grin.

Tease Me Thursday #30: Don't Look Back

When it's almost Friday, and you're itching to do something fun, come on in, and have a tease! It's Tease Me Thursday, and we're going to show you our 7! Whether 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs.

So sit back and relax, think about the weekend, and let's have a little bit of fun!

This week, I bring you a snippet from my current flash, Don't Look Back, about a father and son who have an unusual relationship. This story is intended for mature audiences. In this selection, Marshall is haunted by visions of his past. Enjoy!

Marshall’s eyes snapped open, but the darkness persisted, and he knew he was still inside the dream, and he began to scream…

A light clicked on. Strong arms enveloped him, held him close. A soft voice murmured in low soothing tones. Gentle hands stroked down his back, stopped his trembling. “Shhh, shhh, I’m here, I’m here.”

Marshall’s heart raced and his breathing was ragged, but he was becoming aware of himself and the world around him once more. He wasn’t in any closet; he was safe, with Lee, in their bed. It had been nothing but a bad dream, as usual.

He took deeper breaths, calming down, embarrassed at letting a dream get to him like that. He felt like a baby for overreacting. Not that Lee would ever make him feel that way.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, burying his face in Lee’s chest, rubbing his cheek against the familiar softness of Lee’s chest hair. Marshall hated nights like this.

Lee tilted Marshall’s head back so their eyes met. “Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault, not at all.”

Marshall knew where the blame lay, but that name was never spoken between them. Ever.

Tease Me Thursday #29: Don't Look Back

The weekend is almost here, so close I can taste it! So let's have a little bit of a tease, shall we? It's Tease Me Thursday, time for authors to show me 7 - 7 words, 7 sentences, 7 paragraphs. It can be a WIP, or a published story. Are you ready to be teased?

This week's excerpt comes from my ongoing flash fiction, Don't Look Back. Warning: This excerpt is explicit, plus this story has mature themes, not for everyone. In this scene, Marshall and Lee are intimate. Nuff said?

His cock ached from inattention, but he didn’t dare reach for it. That was so against the rules. Although he might, if he got horny enough, just to see what Lee would do about it. Might be fun.

Lee’s tongue was doing the most amazing things to Marshall’s hole, dipping and sucking, but there was more to come. Marshall knew it, and he needed it. Needed Lee inside of him. Soon.

He tried to curb his impatience, but the moan he inadvertently released was heartfelt.

Lee ceased his ministrations, leaning along Marshall’s back until his breath was warm in Marshall’s ear, his cock nestled securely between Marshall’s cheeks.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Lee whispered seductively, his voice sending delicious shivers ranging through Marshall from his fingers to his toes.

It didn’t matter where they fucked, or how often they fucked, Lee continued to take Marshall’s breath away on a constant basis.

“Want you, Lee,” Marshall moaned. “Need you inside of me.”

Tease Me Thursday #24: Crossroads

Welcome to Tease Me Thursday, where authors bring you 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 sentences of their WIPs or completed works, and tease you with them. Almost Friday, time to do a little teasing!

Today I'm going to give you a tease from an upcoming short story in Wayward Ink's Stranded anthology, which will release in October. My story is called Crossroads, and it's about two young men who are each at a crossroad in their lives. This is where they meet, at a rest stop in Missouri. Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop!

Crossroads

The vending machines sat behind a partition at the back of the building, with the restrooms located on either side of the single open room—men to the left, women to the right. He was still debating on whether water would really be satisfactory, especially as he knew he’d have no choice of flavors. Plain it would be, and plain he’d have to live with, whereas if he got lemon-lime soda, at least it’d have flavor...

As he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks, his thought not only unfinished, but completely slammed from his head by the sight before him. A figure stood in front of one of the vending machines, slender legs encased in tight blue jeans that led to the most gorgeous ass Tal thought he’d ever seen in his life, a notion that was seconded by his dick, which twitched its agreement.

Genie who?

The girl had fine blonde hair, so pale it seemed almost white, but maybe that was just due to the harshness of the lights. Tal’s heart was beating a staccato tattoo inside his chest at the way she shifted her weight from one leg to the next. His imagination began to run rampant, as he pictured himself placing his hands on those dainty hips, drawing her to him as he nibbled on her neck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on. A little voice inside his head rejoiced. Genie was wrong—he wasn’t what she’d said he was, and this was proof positive of that. It was all her fault if he found more pleasure in a book than in her bed. See? The proof of his sexuality was here, staring him in the face. Well, her ass, his face.

And then she turned, and in the next moment all his illusions shattered around him.

She... was... a he.

Just damn.

Tease Me Thursday #21: Don't Look Back

This week is flying by! The weekend's getting closer all the time! So it must be time for Tease me Thursday! When Friday's still a day away, but you want to get a little start on the festivities! Join us for a bit of Thursday fun!

This week, I'm giving you a little bit of my ongoing flash, Don't Look Back. This story is for mature audiences only, and has themes some people might not be comfortable with, so be aware of that before you read.  Marshall and Lee have a very hot relationship, let's take a little look! Don't forget to visit the other authors on the blog hop! Their links follow my snippet.

Don't Look Back

“Fuck, your ass is hot,” Lee moaned. “Sweet and tight. So tight.”

Marshall clenched his muscles about Lee’s cock, knowing damn good and well that would drive Lee crazy. And it did.

“Holy Jesus fuck,” Lee swore. “Goddamn, boy, you tryin’ to kill me?”

“No, Sir. I’m not trying to fuck you to death, Sir.” Well, not literally.

Lee shifted his own position, leaning over Marshall’s back, changing the angle of his attack. And now he was able to peg a certain bundle of nerves, and Marshall yelped in sheer ecstasy. Again, and again, in dizzying succession—Marshall lost count. His own dick was puddling the ground beneath him into a wet mess.

Marshall felt Lee’s lips trailing along his spine. He felt Lee’s hand as it snaked beneath him, taking hold of Marshall’s wet cock.

Oh yeah, fist me. Hard.

Tease Me Thursday #20: Revelations

Friday's almost here, can't  you just feel that weekend acoming? So let's get in the mood now with some teasing on Thursday! Authors who want to showcase their WIP's or their published works - all are welcome. Enjoy!

Today I bring you a little snippet from Revelations, my m/m alternate history, where there has been a Second Coming - and more - and Judas is in love with Jesus. In this scene, Judas is watching the Apostles play - the band that is fronted by Jesus, and made up of his disciples, when he is unexpectedly accosted. It is told in Judas' POV.  Enjoy!

At this point in the proceedings, I prefer to remain to myself, simply observing, making sure everything runs smoothly. And let’s face it, when Jesus isn’t on the stage, my attention is not going to be held. An honest observation, nothing more.

            Let the music begin.

            For once, surprisingly, they’ve chosen to open with something that doesn’t blast, snatch, induce nausea, or demand attention. In fact, it’s really rather sweet, and compelling, and I notice more than a few people are swaying on their feet, a simple back and forth repetitive motion, in time to the melody. I admit I’m swaying a bit myself, for the moment relaxing my attention from those around me.

            Until I hear a throaty voice whispering directly into my ear, a warm arm wrapping itself securely about my waist.

            “Judas, you pretty thing, when will you allow me to fuck your delectable body and show you what true ecstasy is?”

            Ladies and gentlemen—the devil does not wear Prada. He prefers Armani, if the truth be told. And here he is behind me now, pressed up against me with a raging erection—not that I haven’t felt that before, many times—and he’s whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

            And it’s taking all my self-control not to elbow him in his gut.

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Tease Me Thursday #19: Don't Look Back

Not quite the weekend, but getting there, time for a little pre-weekend fun with Tease Me Thursday! Whether it's 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs - we have what  you're looking for!

This week I'm offering 7 paragraphs from my current flash fiction, Don't Look Back. This story has a little more sex than some of mine do, and I plan to run it for at least a year, so I hope you like my guys - Marshall and Lee. And I have to warn you , this is for mature readers, and contains adult themes. Don't forget to check out the rest of the blog hop!  Enjoy!

Don't Look Back

“Stop running and face me, boy.”

The words sent chills skittering along Marshall’s spine. He was torn between the desire to obey and the need to provoke punishment. Giving in and turning was his first instinct, but the idea of being stretched out across the other man’s lap, his ass exposed, bared to receive those glorious swipes of his firm hand was too strong to ignore.

On the other hand, he sure as hell wasn’t going to make it easy on him, either.

Marshall stood at the edge of the trees. Lee was maybe a hundred yards or so behind him. He knew without looking that Lee’s eyes held that intense look he got when he was on the hunt. The dark blue became almost purple. God, his eyes were sexy. Marshall’s own eyes were emerald green and slightly tilted, a genetic throwback to some long dead ancestor. As was his long lush auburn hair that fell straight down his back. He could have tied it so it wouldn’t fly into his face as he ran, but he liked the feel of it on his bare back.

Ahead of him lay an open field, and just across that lay more trees. The trick was to get across the empty space. With no cover, he’d be a sitting duck.

Then again, he intended to be caught, didn’t he? Wasn’t that the whole point of this chase? That and keeping fit.

There was no actual decision to be made. Marshall made no response to Lee’s demand. He grinned to himself, his heart beating faster, his blood pressure rising—that wasn’t the only thing rising. His cock was pressing against the material of his jeans. Oh shit, horniness was rearing its ugly head, demanding satisfaction.

Tease Me Thursday #18: When Will I See You Again

It's almost time for the weekend, almost Friday, so let's celebrate by letting me tease you with a little bit from one of my books or WIPs. Today, I bring you a little bit of When Will I See You Again.

This is a m/m paranormal romance/mystery featuring Raoul Marchand and Alexx Jameson. But in today's excerpt, you'll only see Raoul - the wilder side of my love 'em and leave 'em wolf.  In this excerpt, he's picking a partner du jour from the crowd at Charisma. Enjoy! Then don't forget to visit the other authors on the hop!

Raoul stopped just short of his chosen partner, pausing at the edge of the dance floor. The music was speaking to him, and he had to respond. He began to undulate to the strident bass line that reverberated with every beat of his heart. He raised his arms above his head, palms together, and began to turn on an unseen axis, rotating as he gave himself to the music, hips swaying, becoming a part of the cadence.  It filled him to the point where thinking became no longer optional, where instinct overrode intellect. The need to fuck so strong he could taste it.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open. Normally grey, on the night of the full moon they took on a topaz hue the closer the change came. They were almost gold now. He looked into the man’s soul and Raoul knew he was very ready and willing.

Raoul grabbed his hand and pushed a path through the dancing throng. A few foolhardy souls recognized him and attempted to follow, but they were quickly discouraged by two burly bouncers with zero tolerance for stupidity. 

 Once inside the sanctity of his private elevator, they began the process of undressing, even as tongues snaked into open mouths and hands groped and explored. Shoes were kicked off and discarded, buttons popped, and cloth ripped.

By the time they reached Raoul’s office, they’d gotten past the preliminaries. “Call me Louis,” the man said, but Raoul knew he never would. One time was always enough with him; Louis was only a means to an end, an itch he had to scratch.  He didn’t have to give his own name—Raoul was too well known at Charisma to expect any sort of anonymity.

They stripped off their trousers and dropped them onto the white shag carpet. Raoul ached, his body taut with a palpable need.

“C’mere you,” he beckoned in a rough voice, drawing the other into his arms. 

Amazon.com (Paperback and Kindle):  http://www.amazon.com/When-Will-See-You-Again/dp/1611248426/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1404883203&sr=1-3&keywords=julie+lynn+hayes

Barnes and Noble (eBook only):  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/when-will-i-see-you-again-julie-lynn-hayes/1119495811?ean=9781611245479

Amber Quill Press LLC (eBook only):  http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1910-When-Will-I-See-You-Again.aspx

Tease Me Thursday #17: Be My Human

Happy almost Friday! And also Happy almost Fourth of July! For those in the US, that means not just Friday, but a holiday too! So, let's have some fun, it's almost the start of a long weekend!

Ready to be teased? Today I'm offering a little bit of the second book in the Moonlit Skies series by M.A. Church and myself. It's called Be My Human, and features Taz and Reed from Be My Alien. I'd set the scene here, but I think you'll be able to figure it out lol Don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop. And have a great day!

“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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Tease Me Thursday #16: When Will I Be Loved

Happy Almost Friday! This week is flying by! It's never too early to party, right? So, let's get this party started with a little bit of teasing!

Because my current WIP just reached 60k, 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 and let them tease you too!

“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.

Tease Me Thursday #15: To The Max

Friday's almost here, you're feeling frisky and want to have some fun, so sit back and let me tease you with Tease Me Thursday!

Today I'm giving you a bit from a WIP that is also an old book of mine, one that is no longer with Dreamspinner. I'm going to polish it off and send it and the sequel to another publisher. I'm talking about my first published book, To The Max. I'll let Max tell you who he is in his own words. Then don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop!

I have no proof one way or the other of the existence of a divine being, but if there is such a person, he or she certainly has a twisted sense of humor. As if I didn't have enough to contend with being born a member of the lycanthropic order, I am also of the homosexual persuasion. In other words, a gay werewolf! Pretty funny, isn't it? And sometimes it's hard to tell where the one leaves off and the other begins...

I'm not sure why I said homosexual persuasion—it's not as if someone persuaded me to be gay, I just am. It's not exactly a conscious choice. After all, who in their right mind would deliberately choose to be of a sexual orientation that’s not exactly mainstream, and often draws the most scathing and condescending of denunciations from the so-called "regular" people? Not I. But as I said, it's not a choice, it just is, so I live with it, having taken some forty odd years to become adjusted to the idea. Now it's just a part of me, a part of who I am, like the werewolf thing. And my innate fashion sense. All right, maybe I'm feeding a stereotype there. Forgive my warped sense of humor.

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Tease Me Thursday #13: When Will I Be Loved

It's almost Friday, hooray, almost the weekend, time to cut loose and have a little fun, and get teased at the same time!

Some of you may be familiar with my novel, When Will I See You Again, which came out in January, a m/m paranormal romance/mystery. Well, I'm proud to say that I've been working on the sequel for a little while now - and for anyone who likes that idea, y'all can thank Shorty Chelle, who suggested I write a story for Miller. Honestly, it hadn't occurred to me to write any more, but I am thoroughly enjoying it, let me tell you!

So here's just a little bit of When Will I Be Loved. As you remember, Miller is Alexx's friend, the receptionist at the Chronicle, and was  helpful to both Alexx and Raoul in the first book. In this scene, Miller is at Charisma with Alexx and Raoul, and they're on the dance floor together, while he's tapping his foot and looking around for a potential partner. Enjoy! Then go visit the other members of the blog hop, who are listed at the end of my post.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Miller’s neck stood up. Not in a terrifying way, but an electric one. As if something magnetic had just made a connection with him. Or was it someone? What the hell?

Miller forced himself to take a breath, unaware until he did that he’d stopped breathing.

Quit being ridiculous. Wine going to your head already?

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.

And now for the others!

Tease Me Thursday #12: To The Max

The nice thing about a three day weekend is that it makes the following week go by that much faster! Thursday already! Hooray! One more day until Friday and the weekend!

Which of course means it's time for me to tease you!

Today I'm giving you an excerpt from my first published novel, To the Max. It's currently out of print, but don't worry, I'll be subbing it one of these days, along with the sequel, For Love of Max. And I'm also writing the third book in the series, called A Time For Max. In this scene, Max and Richard have just met for the first time, at a disco (it is the 70's after all lol)  and have left together. Enjoy! Then don't forget to check out the other members of the blog hop!

To The Max

It wasn’t until he had started the car, pulling out onto the otherwise empty road, that I realized that we had not even exchanged names. This was not typical of me, believe me, to place my life in the hands of a stranger, even a gorgeous one like him, not knowing something as elementary as his praenomen. I was usually more cautious than that.

Turning my head toward him, I watched as he took another drag of his cigarette, eyeing intently the sexy way he put it to his lips, inhaling lightly and expelling the smoke from his well-sculpted nostrils, the other hand palming the steering wheel, guiding it easily along the deserted road. I sensed he was observing me as well from the corner of his eye. “Richard,” he said, almost as if he could read my thoughts, “Richard Burke.”

“Max,” I replied in turn, “Max Montague.”

“Which side of the river you live on?” he asked.

“Other side. Webster Groves. You?”

“Kirkwood. We’re practically neighbors.” He grinned. If I hadn’t already been in love with him at that point, that smile was the nail in my coffin. It reached from ear to ear and lit up his whole face, mirrored in the starlight reflected in his beautiful blue eyes until he fairly radiated an inner beauty. I felt such a tightness in my chest as I looked at him that, for a moment, I simply could not breathe. “At least for now,” he continued, “staying with some friends.”

“You’re not from around here?” I asked, note of disappointment creeping into my voice at the idea that I might soon lose this angel from my life, when he had only just appeared.

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Tease Me Thursday #9: When Will I See You Again

Yes, I know it's Friday, but last night... well, no sense in going there lol  But here I am with Tease Me Thursday (slightly late). Today's excerpt comes from When Will I See You Again. Alexx and Raoul have gone to lunch at the Moonbeam Cafe, and they're still in that getting to know you phase. Enjoy! Then visit the other members of the hop!

“Have you had enough?” he asked him softly. Did he mean food, or what…?

Alexx nodded, not trusting his voice.

“Shall we continue where we were before?”

Before Alexx could ask if he meant the interview or what, Raoul’s lips had descended on his, and he could think of nothing else, caught up in the moment, and the kiss, and the man…

Until suddenly a strange voice broke in on that moment. “So here you are, Raoul.”

Alexx heard Raoul’s groan vibrate through his lips; reluctantly he drew back, just far enough to respond.

“Yes, I am here, Father.”

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