Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Halloween Treat (Weds Brief)

Here is the photo prompt I've chosen for this week's Weds Brief.  Since it is Halloween it's fitting.

Let's see how Tom and Ben spend their Halloween

Halloween  Tricks- by Lily Sawyer

If there was one holiday that Tom and Ben loved more than anything, it was Halloween.  Tom remembered going out trick or treating with his siblings and friends.   But when he got to be an adult, he’d thought he left all that ‘fun’ behind him.  And it felt like he had; at least the few partners he’d had would rather not be around for the trick-or-treaters.  All that ended when he met Ben. The man looked forward to decorating. It was infectious; so much so, he’d gotten into the spirit.  

Like right now they were in a Halloween store looking for decorations for the outside of their home.  Each year, they’d pick out something new.   It was exciting how the manufacturers would come up with something scarier than the year before.

“Tom, come here, you just gotta see this!”  There was his man now, sounding like a little kid in a candy store.

“Hold your horses, I’m coming.”  Tom had been looking at costumes. He and Ben loved to dress up to surprise each other and the little trick-or-treaters.    Tom found Ben standing in front of one of the many displays scattered throughout the store.  “Step on that.”  Tom looked down at the orange square sitting on the floor.  He obliged his husband and stepped on it.  A very large, hairy spider started to slowly rise straight up thensuddenly pounced forward and let out a scream.   Tom jumped back for a moment then started laughing.   

“I think that would be perfect for behind that small boxwood.  It’ll scare the kids so much!” Ben had almost jumped up and down with glee when he saw Tom’s reaction. 

“Can I help you?”  One of the workers came over and asked.

“Yes, I’d like to get one of the spiders, please.”   Ben pointed at the item he wanted.

“Of course, sir.  I’ll get one from the back. He’ll be waiting for you at the register.”  The dark-skinned man walked towards a curtain and disappeared behind it.  Apparently they kept all the big items in the back and retrieved them for each order.

“Do you know what costume you’re going to get, Tom?”  He and Ben had developed a tradition between them.  They dressed up for Halloween but didn’t reveal what they were going to be until that night.   A few years ago they surprised each other by dressing up as Ennis and Jack from Brokeback Mountain.  They both loved that movie; they must have used up a box of tissues at the end.  Hugging and swearing they’d never quit each other.

“Yeah I found something I think will ‘scare’ you.”  Tom put his hands out like claws and used his most scary voice. 

“Oh you!”  Ben laughed.  “I found my costume too.  Are you going to get yours now?”

“No, I’ll come back here tomorrow and pick it up.  You do remember our tradition, right?”

“Yes, I know. We don’t get to see what we’re wearing until Halloween.”  Ben sounded disappointed, but a smile quickly lit up his face again.  “I’m going to buy mine now, so I’ll have to ask you to wait for me at the car.”

Since Tom had driven them there, it was no problem.  He kissed Ben and then went out to his car and sat waiting in the parking lot.   He opened up the trunk so he could put his bag and the box the spider came in into the rear.

Then they drove home and set up the spider among the other various decorations they’d laid out last weekend.

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“Oh Tommmm”   Tom could hear Ben calling to him downstairs.   He’d been waiting for him to finish putting his costume on. 

When Tom came down the stairs he had to stop for a moment when he saw that Ben was dressed in a chef’s outfit, complete with a toque, the white hat they wore.

“Uh, maybe I should change.”  Tom tried to make a fast getaway but Ben had a strong grip on his arm that made escape impossible. Well, unless he really truly wanted to escape his chef, and he didn’t.

“My, my talk about a perfect costume, good enough to eat.”     Ben walked around him and then kissed him.    Tom had dressed up as a piece of candy corn.

“Should I be afraid?”  Tom feigned terror.

“Yes, be afraid.” Ben kissed his lips. “Be VERY afraid.”  They were interrupted when they heard their spider go off and the kids screaming.

“Looks like our first victims. I mean trick-or-treaters are here.”  Ben smiled as he grabbed the bowl he’d filled with little trick-or-treat bags loaded with candy.  Including his favorite, candy corn.

“So am I spared from getting eaten?”

“Oh no, I’ll be eating every bit of you later.”  He laughed devilishly, licked Tom’s ear. The doorbell rang and he opened it. 

While Tom enjoyed giving out candy to all the kids, he couldn’t wait to receive his own treat from his own trickster later.

my fellow flashers
Elyzabeth VaLey      m/f
Nephylim    m/m
Cia Nordwell    m/m
MA Church     m/m
MC Houle      m/m

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Winner of the Howloween Blog Hop

Well we never lost power during the storm. But we did lose internet, cable and the phone.  We have 'the bundle.'    Luckily we had a service man come and we're up and running.  

The storm seems to have passed,  no more wind and little rain. Though we might get more rain later.  I hope that Halloween will go on as usual (and that the kids will have school)

Anyway I have a winner for the Howloween Contest.

The winner is....(drum roll please )  MA Church!       I will be e mailing you in a moment


And thank you to all who entered. 

have a great day

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Storms a comin'

Hello everyone,

I am sure those living on the East coast know there is a hurricane, named Sandy (sounds like a friendly name doesn't it, but it's far from a friendly storm)  that will be coming up the east coast sometime this weekend. 

I just wanted to let everyone who enters my contest (Howloween Blog Hop) that there might be a delay on my awarding prizes.   I don't know if I will still have power or when it would be restored if I do lose it.

All I can say is please be patient.    I can say this storm is scaring me right now, and I don't usually feel that way.


Friday, October 26, 2012

Halloween Blog Hop

Hello to the ghosts and ghouls and all those who love things that go bump in the night.    It's that time of year when the undead walk the Earth.   My favorite holiday is Halloween and what better way to celebrate than to party.   I'm doing the Howloween Blog Hop.   

I am offering all you poor unfortunate souls the chance to win a copy of one of my books.  Your choice.

All you have to do is leave your name and contact info.  I'll be awarding a copy of my book on Tues Oct 30th. 


And if you'd feel really adventurous you can visit the other blog hoppers sites....if you DARE!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Wednesdays Brief

I chose this photo for this week's prompt (there were 4 to choose from)  Tom and Ben are having an end of the season party.  

Gooseberry by Lily Sawyer

Fall was Ben's favorite season; he loved the cooler temperatures and loved looking out their back picture window at the myriad of colors Mother Nature painted on the woods behind their home. He loved taking pictures of it all.

The weather usually cooled down by the middle of October in Lancaster, but this year it stayed on the warm side. Ben was taking advantage of the unseasonably warm weather. He decided to throw an end of the season party in their backyard. Tom found him in the kitchen, preparing some of the dishes he'd be serving.

"Mmm, here’s my favorite chef. I was wondering where you were at. I should have known I'd find you in your favorite spot—in the kitchen." Ben felt Tom wrap his arms around him and kiss the back of his neck. He put his knife down long enough to turn his head to kiss his man.

"Second favorite spot. The bedroom is my number one spot."

"Hey, what’s that?" Tom looked down at the cutting board in front of Ben.

"That? It's kiwi fruit. I'm cutting it up to put into my fruit salad." Ben showed Tom the bowl containing cut-up strawberries, pineapples, and grapes. He added the kiwis he’d just sliced into the bowl and mixed it with a large spoon.

"Kiwi? I've never seen them before."

"Here, try some." Ben took a slice and fed it to his husband.

"Mm, they taste kind of like strawberries."

"Yeah, they do. Kiwis are also known as Chinese gooseberries...Oh!" Ben felt Tom pinch his butt. "Silly." He swatted at him. "Not that kind of goose."

"I like my kind of goosing better." Tom's lips found his and they kissed.

"Tom, I'll never get this done, and our guests will be here in about half an hour. I have hamburger patties and chicken marinating in my special BBQ sauce."

"The one I can't get enough of?" Tom licked his chops just thinking about it.

"Yeah, that's the one. Now, go get the BBQ ready."

"But I'll get a rain check on the goosing, right?"

"You bet." Ben smiled as he watched his man make his way out the door. They’d made an arrangement that they'd share the cooking. Ben loved to cook and so did Tom. Tom had to take a turn cooking at the station.

Tom was such a good cook, he’d won the local chili cook-off two years in a row.  He’d also laid claim to the title of Grill Master, and Ben was only too happy to watch Tom in his element, firing up the BBQ.

Their guests arrived; three couples they’d known for years.

“You just have to give me the recipe for this marinade, Ben, it’s out of this world.” Georgia told Ben. She was married to Frank, who worked with Ben at the real estate office.

“Of course. I’ll make sure you get it before you leave.” He’d gotten a few more requests. The fruit salad bowl was empty. Tom, who told him he would take care of the dishes, took the empty plates inside.  

After dinner was done and their guests had left, Ben joined Tom on the sofa in front of the fireplace. 

“I don’t know when I’ve been this happy,” Tom admitted to Ben.  Smokey had joined them on the sofa; he was laid out on Ben’s lap, fast asleep. Ben’s head rested on Tom’s shoulder; the firefighter had his arms wrapped around him. They fell asleep on the couch, smiles on their faces.


Here are the links to my fellow flashers

Tali      m/m
Nephylim     m/m
Michael Mandrake     m/m
Cia Nordwell    m/m
Michael Barnette     m/m    flash virgin!!!!!!
Elyzabeth VaLey      m/f
MA Church     m/m

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

today I'm featuring my book "Love on the East End."
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  “Everything was so good.”  William caressed Gabriel’s hand.  “Thank you.”

Gabriel smiled.  “My pleasure.”

“How about you come back to my place and I’ll show you how thankful I am.” William leaned forward and kissed him.

Links to other Six Sentence Sunday authors

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Saturday, October 20, 2012

Featured Book

I thought I'd feature my very first book I'd ever got published "The Finest Thing."  They say you never forget your first.

 Available from Dreamspinner Press
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This scene is from the wedding reception.  you know sometimes it's a great place to meet that special someone.  Let's fine out how Aidan and Paul do.

"You again?" Aidan looked right into the blue eyes of the stranger he had run into on his walk earlier. "are you following me?" he joked.

"I should be asking you that same question. I'm here for my cousin's wedding."

"Your cousin?"

"Yeah, Peter. Do you know him?"

"I'm friends with both him and Elliott.  I've known them for a long time."

"I'm Paul. You haven't told me your name."  Paul smiled at him.

"Aidan," he held out his hand and Paul shook it.  "Aidan Mason."

"Aidan. That's an unusual name."

"It's an Irish name; my parents are from there. They immigrated here during the late sixties."

"Irish, huh? I should have known with all those freckles on your face and the red hair." Paul smiled at him again,  causing Aidan's stomach to do a couple of flips.

"So why is it that this is the first time I'm meeting you?" Aidan asked him.

"I was away at school at Oxford. I'm one of those Rhode scholars.   I liked England so much that I decided to settle down there. I moved back to Connecticut four years ago to start my practice."

"Your practice?" Aidan inquired.

"Hi, guys. I see you two have finally met," Peter interrupted.  "I was coming over to see how you were doing."

"Hey, honey, I was wondering where you got off to,"  Elliott said, walking over and putting his arm around his new husband.  "So you finally introduced them."

Peter slapped his spouse on the arm.  "Shh," he said, shaking his head.

"Wait a minute. Were you trying to set us up?" Paul asked his cousin.

"Please don't get mad. We just thought since you're single and Aidan's single that maybe you two should meet."

"You thought you'd play matchmaker." Embarrassed, he turned to Aidan.  "I'm sorry, Aidan. I didn't know that this wedding was going to be another excuse for my cousin to meddle."

"It's okay. No harm done."

"Hey, from the looks of things it seems you two didn't need our help after all." Elliott waggled his eyebrows suggestively at them.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Weds Brief-Rocket's Red Glare

Well it's that time of week again.    And Tom and Ben are shooting off fireworks,  well in their own way

Here is "Rockets Red Glare."

Rocket’s Red Glare

“What the hell, fireworks?  It’s the middle of October.”  Tom noticed the lights flickering across the lake. Their dazzling colors brightened the sky above the tree line.
He and Ben decided to take an evening stroll after dinner and ended up by the water they both loved so much.
They stopped by the water’s edge and admired the rockets red glare.
“The Elks club is holding a fall festival. I saw it online on the Lancaster Patch site. I didn’t know they were going to have fireworks.” Ben leaned against his side and Tom wrapped his arm around his husband and pulled him tightly against him.
“It kinda reminds me of our honeymoon,” Tom murmured. A smile broke out on his face at the memory.
“Our honeymoon?” Ben pulled out of his arms and gazed at him quizzedly.  “How so?”
“Well, it felt like there were fireworks that night when we, well you know…”
Ben smiled at him shyly, the memory of that special night of lovemaking evident on his face. “Yeah, we did set the place on fire.”
“Hey, look Tom. It’s a shooting star.”
Tom followed Ben’s finger where he was pointing. Sure enough, in the sky behind them Mother Nature was putting on her own show.
“Quick, make a wish.” Both men held hands and made a wish.
“What did you wish for?” Ben asked him. 
“What do you think?”  Tom smiled devilishly at him.  They made it back to the car, which was parked at a lot looking over the lake. They could still see the fireworks going, and they started to make their own fireworks.
Tom started to put the key into the ignition when he felt Ben’s hand stop him.  “What is it, honey?”
“Tom, I know we’re not teenagers anymore, but we’re in the car and we’ve got a beautiful view and…” Ben showed that shy smile that turned Tom on. 
“Oh, so you want to get this car rocking, huh?”  
“Uh huh.”  Ben reached out and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him over for a kiss.  He felt Ben’s tongue get all personal with his. 
“Ben, darling, you’re so beautiful, let’s move to the backseat where we’ll be more comfy.”  Tom looked into his man’s eyes as they got out and got cozy in the back. He was so lucky to find his soul mate and not only that but to get married too. It didn’t matter that Pennsylvania didn’t recognize their union.  Maybe one day they would.  Right now all that mattered was they were going to show some loving to each other.  Tom pulled Ben’s jacket off. He wore a long sleeve shirt, which Tom quickly pulled off his body.  
“It’s chilly, brrrr,” Ben complained, knowing what effect he’d have on Tom.
“Oh yeah?  Well, let me warm you up.”  He moved Ben so he was underneath him and started kissing him from head, then neck, then chest, stopping to suck on his nipples.
“Tom!” He arched up against Tom.
“You want me to stop?” Tom teased; knowing the only answer Ben would give him.
“Hell NO! Don’t you dare.”  Ben was panting and he leaned up against the seat and encouraged Tom to go on.
“Didn’t think so.” Tom got right back to business. Kissing his way down to Ben’s naval, lapping on his belly button.  “Oh these have got to go.”  Tom pulled up Ben’s shoes and pants and then his boxers.  Ben’s cock stood at attention, all wet and wanting.
“Wait.” Ben’s command made Tom stop and look curiously at his man.
“I want to please you too.  Let’s do this together.”   Ben had Tom naked in no time and they went into the six-nine position and began sucking on each other’s cocks.
“So good.”  Ben whispered between sucks.   It wasn’t long before the two hot, sweaty and loving men both shot off.
It took a few minutes before they were able to move but they wrapped their arms around each other and caressed their cheeks.
“Never thought I could love someone so much like I do you, Tom.”
“Neither did I, hon.”
They looked out the car windows at the continuing fireworks that lit up the sky and was made more brilliant as it was mirrored on the water.
“They are lovely, but I prefer our own kind of fireworks.”  Tom admitted to Ben.
“Me too.”
They stuck around a while longer and then drove home to their love nest.

Here are my fellow flashers
Cia Nordwell    m/m
Sara York     m/m
LM Brown    m/m
MA Church     m/m
Nephylim     m/m
Michael Mandrake     m/m
Tali      m/m

Monday, October 15, 2012

And the winner is....

First I'd like to thank all the participants in my contest.   And thank you for the birthday wishes, I had a great day.

I'd like to announce the winner of the blog hop.

The lucky winner IS! (drum roll please)    MA Church.

You'll be receiving a copy of "Somebody to Love."  in just a few mins.

Thanks again to all of you.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Back list Blog Hop

I'm participating in a blog hop hosted by Michael Mandrake. The hop runs from Oct 12-14th  My birthday is Oct 12th, but instead of me getting a gift I'm giving a gift to one lucky winner.   A copy of my book "Somebody to Love."

To enter just leave your name and contact info.  I'll be awarding a winner on Mon the 15th.
Good Luck!  

Sam Warner is busy working in his flower shop creating beautiful arrangements to celebrate all the happy moments in his customer's lives. He only wished he had something joyful to celebrate.
He was in a relationship until the day he came home to an empty apartment and a 'Dear John' letter. Hurt and alone he decides he doesn't want to be in another relationship ever again. But fate has stepped in and he meets Matt Doyle, the bartender at a local bar.
Can Sam give love a second chance?

Here is the link to the other participants blogs

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Wednesday brief

This week's prompt is based on this photo prompt.

Sushi Barred

Ben knew that sacrifice was a part of any relationship, but there were limits as to how far anyone should be expected to go. 

Like being dragged to a sushi bar should be considered cruel and unusual punishment. But then he looked into Tom’s gorgeous eyes and he knew he’d follow him to hell and back, just like that Meatloaf song said. “I would do anything for love.”

He never thought he could love anyone as much as he loved Tom. Why else would he subject himself to the plate of seaweed-wrapped fish in front of him?

“Come on, honey, you said you trust me. Just try it.”

Ben knew nothing about ordering sushi so he let Tom make a selection off the menu, but nonetheless he couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose at the food set before him.

“I do trust you, baby.” He ran his hands over Tom’s and their fingers intertwined.  

“Try the California roll.  It has vegetables in it.”

Ben used the skills he learned while eating Chinese food, his favorite, to deftly use the chopsticks to pick up the roll. He dipped it into the small bowl of wasabi, just enough to coat the end, and placed it into his mouth.  The warm, spicy sauce added just enough heat to the dish and made it even more palatable.

“Mm, this is tasty.”  He smiled at Tom, who in flashed him a smile in return.

“Try the smoked salmon next.”   Tom had snatched the salmon off his plate and added some wasabi and fed Ben.

Tom held the food in front of Ben. He was reluctant at first, but he thought about all the times Tom had tried one of his recipes without making a fuss.  ‘Okay, here it goes’ 

Ben opened his mouth and let Tom feed him. The salty fish added flavor to the rice, Ben actually found the taste very pleasant, and he must have had a smile on his face.


“You like it?” Tom flashed a knowing smile at him.


“Yeah, this is really good.I just thought sushi was raw fish.”

“Well, I’m glad you were willing to come here with me. I’ve been here with the guys from work many times and I just kept wishing you were with me.”


Ben was so touched he reached out and touched Tom on the arm.

“Thanks, Tom.”

“No, thank you, honey.”  Tom took Ben’s hand and kissed the top, not caring if anyone in the restaurant saw the gesture.

“I love you, Ben.”

“Love you, too,” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Tom’s lips.  “You know what I heard?”

“What?” Tom said, his face flushed a rosy pink hue.

“I heard seafood is an aphrodisiac. Wanna go home and find out?”

They finished lunch and paid the bill in record time.




“I want to go fishing,” Ben said, lying in bed with Tom’s arm wrapped around him.

“I’ll have to get us some poles.”

“We don’t need any poles.” Ben rubbed Tom’s muscular chest.  “I’ve got these.” He reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Tom’s cock.

“Ben.” Tom’s hand reached up and lovingly caressed his cheek.

Ben wrapped his hand around both their cocks and stroked them together.

“Uh… oh…  ah.” Both men were pretty articulate except when they loved on each other.

Tom’s hand joined his and it wasn’t long until they reached the mountain together.


Ben was happy beyond belief. 

“How did I get so lucky?” Ben whispered to his husband.

“I’m the lucky one.” Tom combed his fingers through his hair and pulled him forward till their lips met.

“Mmm.” Ben snuggled against Tom’s chest, the best pillow in the world.


 my fellow flashers
Cia m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m


Sunday, October 7, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

My Six sentences are from "Catch of the Day."     I just love my merman

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I'll have you know I was a pretty good chef before the merman thing happened."

"Really, well how come you never opened a restaurant?"

"Oh it was on my `to do' list."

"Oh was it?" Kellan said as he took the last bite of egg and finished his

"What else is on that `to do' list?"

Here is the link to the main site for Six Sentence Sunday so you can view fellow author's six

Six Sentence Sunday

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Welcome author Nicole Morgan

I'd like to welcome Nicole Morgan to my blog today.  Let's find out more about her and her book "Entice Me." 

1. How long have you been writing?
I started writing in the winter of 2008 and it's been a whirlwind of excitement and adventure ever since. :)
2. What is your favorite genre to write?

I love so many genres it's not easy to decide. But, I do gravitate toward hot romance with suspenseful back stories. Most of all of my books have a hero (or even heroine sometimes) who wear a uniform of some type. There's something about the OMG Who is the bad guy? type of books that draw me in.
3 What are you working on now?

I have 3 works in progress. 2 military related and 1 about a couple trying to cope and find each other once again after tragedy strikes.
4.When you start a new story do you begin with a character or plot?
Both! LOL. I have a hard time sticking to one particular way to tell a story. My muse leads me, I just follow. :)
5.Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?
My latest release is Entice Me, and was inspired by - as well as dedicated to - my fiance, Zac. He is my true prince charming and I find myself waking up feeling like a princess every single day. I won't say which parts of the book aren't exactly fictional. I'll let the reader's mind figure that out all by themselves. :-)

Jace Walker served his country for ten years in the Army. Years of combat and war left him with invisible wounds which bring him to the lowest point in his life. In a moment of crisis, he meets his angel.
After years of being an attentive and loyal wife, Alexis Foster catches her husband’s infidelity. Her life changes as she gets divorced and becomes a single parent.
Years pass and Jace finds his angel once again. Only this time she’s no longer married. He vows to do anything in his power to sweep her off her feet and make the angel he remembered from all those years before become his. Despite her insecurities, the two find an attraction stronger than either of them anticipated.
Will he entice her into letting down her walls? Or will she entice him into finding a true and unrelenting love?
“Undo your jeans.”
His demand startled her, and she turned to see a look in his eyes that scared and excited her all at once. She could’ve asked questions. She could’ve stopped to think about what she was doing or even protested just a little. That wasn’t what she wanted though. She wanted him. Whatever Jace was willing to give her, she would take.
Unsnapping her jeans, she stared at him as his eyes gazed at her movements. Once the zipper was down she was left with a moment of embarrassment. The paunch in her belly was showing, and she pulled her T-shirt down to cover it in hopes he didn’t see it.
“Pull them down.”
Her eyes grew wide, and she looked to him, certain she hadn’t heard him right. “I’m sorry?”
“Pull your jeans down to your ankles.”
His voice left no room for argument. She didn’t know what turned her on more. His kiss, tongue, and taste had been driving her crazy just moments ago, but now his dominant instructions were fueling the fire which raged inside her.
“The panties, too,” he added.
She lifted her hips and pulled at the sides of her jeans and panties. Working them down little by little, she finally got them to her knees, and they started to fall more freely until she was sitting in the front seat naked from the waist down. She felt like a teenage girl on a hot Friday night with her boyfriend.
“Kick them off,” he told her.
Her chest was pounding, and her once still breaths were now replaced with heaving as she struggled for calm, but could find none.
Jace reached his hand down and pulled a lever. In slow motion she watched as his seat went backward into an almost flat position. He didn’t say anything, instead reached his hand out to her and waited until she took it.
A moment later she was straddling him, nothing separated the two most intimate parts of their bodies as his hard cock lay against her wet pussy. She wanted to move, slide, and rock her hips until he was inside her, but waited for his direction. The way he spoke to her and told her what to do excited her. She had no idea why, but it did.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
Both! LOL. I have a hard time sticking to one particular way to tell a story. My muse leads me, I just follow. :)
Biting on her lower lip, she nodded her answer.
“Tell me.” He swiped his tongue along her lips and nibbled on her lip, pulling it free from her bite. “Tell me what you want, where you want me.”
She stopped herself before the words came out. How could she tell him what she was honestly thinking? Everywhere would have been her answer, but what would he think? She wanted him inside her pussy, she wanted to feel him thrusting inside of her, but more than anything she wanted to finish what she started. She wanted to take him in her mouth and not stop stroking and sucking on him until he exploded into her. That was what she was dying for.
“Jesus, look at you. You’re so beautiful. There is nothing I wouldn’t give you. Nothing at all. So tell me, what do you want?”
Her pussy was dripping with lust for him. So much so that she forgot about her fears and just allowed the words to be said.
“I want you in my mouth.”
“Oh God. Yeah?”
“Yes. That’s what I want.”
He placed his hands on her waist and helped lift her a little. “Turn around. If you’re going to get what you want, so am I.”
A moment of adulthood hit her, and she hesitated. Looking around the car for signs that anyone was around, she stopped. “Maybe we should stop until—”
Quickly Jace interrupted her, “Turn around. I am going to eat your pussy while you suck on my cock. Do it now.”
A tremor wracked her body when his demanding words hit her. She wanted to do whatever he said. She wanted to listen to his requests, follow through, and please him.
Jace helped her as she struggled to turn in the confines of the front seat of the car. A few bumps of her head and an adjustment of him lying on the seat and she was now hunched over him, her mouth an inch from that beautiful cock which she sucked on so hungrily minutes before.
“Take it in your mouth, baby. Suck me off.”
Just as he said it, she felt the warm glide of his tongue swipe across the outside of her pussy lips. Then his hands grabbed onto her ass and pulled her down to him. In a tornado of sensations he slid past her wet slit and started to work his tongue in and out of her pussy.
Her mouth opened, and she gasped in pleasure while he thrust his hips up and slid his cock inside until it hit the back of her throat. Her lips closed over his shaft and began sucking with adoring attention. He fit so perfectly inside her mouth. She wanted to keep him there, so hard, thick, and full while she gave him pleasure with nothing more than her mouth and tongue.
He flicked his tongue across her clit and a jolt shot through her body. Her hips started to move of their own accord as he teased the area around her sensitive nub. She wanted that again, needed to feel the friction once more.

Happy Reading,
Nicole Morgan

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Welcome author Jane Toombs

I'd like to welcome author Jane Toombs to my blog today.  Let's find out more about her and her book "Thirteen West." 

Also Jane is giving away a copy of her book to one lucky winner.

How long have you been writing?

 Since I was seven and asked my father, who was a published non-fiction author to show me how to use his old L.C. Smith typewriter.  He agreed to, but said I’d have to write him a story every time I used it.  Hey, I read stories, how hard could it be to write one?  So he taught me how to hunt and peck, which I still do, and in due time I wrote him a story.  He praised it, but pointed out ways I could make it even better.  I trusted his advice and, though I didn’t yet know the right term, I revised it.  He was my first critiquer and did the same with every story I wrote for him. In effect, he was also my first editor.

What is your favorite genre to write? 

Influenced by E.A. Poe, who I read at an early age, I enjoy taking walks down the dark paths of life when I read, so it was natural that gothic tales appealed to me.  When I finally decided to write a novel instead of fooling around with short stories I never sent anywhere. It’s no surprise that gothic was my genre choice for Tule Witch, my first attempt at a full length book.  About this time we moved to San Diego.  I’m married with five kids--all in school. So I decided to take an off-campus class from a published older mystery writer.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but since he critiqued everyone’s stories in class, I now understand that I was the only one writing anything even remotely salable. No doubt this was why he told me privately that if I finished the book, rewriting it according to his critiques, he’d send it to his agent.  I had no idea this was unusual.  But I did my best and off he sent it. His agent sold it to Avon. Just like that I was a published author! 

What are you working on now?

Since the gothic genre is, as I write it, actually paranormal suspense romance, That’s what I’m writing now.  I have a series going at Eternal Press called The Underworld Series.  The first two books Unwise and Unwanted are already available.  I’m writing the third book, Uncanny, now.  The Underworld has nothing to do with Satan, but is simply an alternate world reached from Earth and other civilizations by gates which continually shift, so might be encountered anywhere. Once you fall through a gate you’re stuck in whatever world it is permanently.  Unless, that is, you can find a guide--and they’re very rare.
Unwise was a fairy tale that introduced the reader to one of the alternate civilizations. 
Unwanted  was the story of a redhead with green eyes who falls into the a different
country in the Underworld only to find she’s in danger of death since red-haired women with green eyes aree considered evil witches. 
Uncanny takes place in still another country in the Underworld where women with silver eyes are consider to be uncannies and can be put to death.  Of course the heroine has silver eyes. 

When you start a new story do you begin with character or plot?

Actually, neither. I learned the hard way that I was a plotter, not a pantser, so I begin with a synopsis.  And, no, this doesn’t mean I start with plot because the right  characters (to me, anyway) are fitted into the synopsis as I write it. This is my working synopsis.  Though I may deviate from it here and there, I pretty much stick to it.  I have to write this way because otherwise I have a tendency to explore byways that have nothing to do with the story I’m writing.  As I said, I learned this the hard way. 
Tell us about your latest release.  What inspired it?

Thirteen West is my latest release as an ebook.  I wrote it years ago, but it wasn’t right, even though it got published.  So, since I had the rights back, I changed the entire focus of the book to a woman meeting a derelict drunk on a San Diego street and recognizing him as the man who once was an RN Supervisor when she was a student nurse undergoing her psychiatric hospital affiliation. They had an extremely stormy relationship during that time. Now she feels a deep need to try to rehabilitate him, upsetting her adult daughter.  This story runs side by side with the story of what happened at that hospital when they were both much younger. 
I was once a student nurse at a psychiatric hospital and never forgot what I saw there.  So , in a way, this was my way of turning those  memories into a story of rehabilitation.

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Blurb: To her adult daughter's horror, her mother insists on picking a drunken derelict off the streets of San Diego to try to rehabilitate him. When the daughter protests,  her mother hails a cab, shoves the man into it and rides away . What the daughter doesn’t know is that her mother and this man share a dark history from the past, from the time her mother was a student nurse taking her psychiatric affiliation at the state hospital where this man was once an RN Supervisor. She also doesn't know her mother has no idea why she's doing this...

"Mother, will you please stop staring at that crazy!"
          Sarah Goodrow Fenz ignored her daughter's plea as well as Linda's frantic tug at her arm.  Her feet firmly planted on the southwest corner of Horton Square in revivified downtown San Diego, she peered at the stumbling, mumbling derelict weaving his way toward them.
He was no novelty--all cities had their quota of drunks, druggies and dippity-dos--but something about him triggered a warning flare of memory.  She shook her head, but the long-ago and unwelcome memory persisted from a time she didn't care to dwell on.
"Moth-er!" Linda cried, giving her arm a hard yank. "Let's go!"
As Sarah freed herself, the man's blurry gaze met hers and she noticed the wedge of yellow in the brown iris of his right eye.  The bottom fell out of her world.  Frank.  Almost unrecognizable but Frank, all the same.  The one man she'd thought she'd left forever back in the past.
After a moment she recovered enough to realize there'd been no flare of recognition in his expression.  He obviously hadn't a clue who she was.  Thank heaven.  She'd simply walk on by and that would be the end of it.  But her feet wouldn't move.
          "Frank Kent," she said when he drew even with her.
He blinked, stumbling to a stop, looking around, apparently unable to believe she was the one who'd spoken to him.
"Frank," she repeated, understanding with dismay that whether she wanted to or not, she'd made up her mind what must be done.  Reaching out, she grasped his hand.  "Come with me."
"Are you out of your mind?" Linda protested.  "You can't do this.  These people are dangerous."
"Not Frank," Sarah said.  "Not any more."
Linda stared at her.  "You can't be serious.  Even if you know him, just what do you intend to do?  Remember, you're staying with us and Darrin will have a fit if you try to bring him to the house."  She gave Frank a shuddering glance.  "I don't even want him in my car.  I'd never get the smell out."
Head down, looking at no one, Frank left his hand in Sarah's, apparently oblivious to what Linda was saying.
Sarah eyed her daughter.  "Don't worry, I'll take a taxi to a motel.  And I won't bother Darrin about this unless I need a medical opinion."
Linda's expression changed from worried to horrified. "You don't mean to stay with this--this street bum in a motel!"
"You know as well as I do that no hospital will admit him.  Where can he go to be taken care of?  There is no place for street bums, as you call them.  I have no choice but to try to take care of him myself.  After all, I'm a nurse."
"Be reasonable, mother.  You haven't done any nursing in years.  He's filthy.  He probably has lice and God only knows what awful diseases.  AIDS, for one."
Sarah shot her daughter an exasperated look.  "Either help me or leave me alone.  I'm doing what I have to do."  She waved her hand at an oncoming taxi and it pulled to the curb.  "I'll call you from wherever I go and you can bring me my things." Leaving her still protesting daughter, Sarah loaded a passive Frank into the cab and climbed in after him, wrinkling her nose at the stink of dirty clothes, unwashed male, old vomit and second-hand wine fumes.
"Take me to a motel where they'll accept this man, but make sure it's one where I won't be in any danger," she told the cabbie.
His over-the-shoulder glance was dubious, but he nodded. Frank hadn't looked at her except for the one time on the street.  He not only had no idea who she was but no concept of where he was headed or what she intended to do with him.  He was as helpless in her hands as she'd once been in his.
Jane Toombs, the Viking from her past and their calico grandcat, Kinko, live across the road from Lake Superior’s south shore.  Jane has nearly ninety published books in all genres except men’s action and erotica from many different publishers.  Her favorite genre to write is paranormal suspense romance, while her favorite genre to read is mystery, mostly Michael Connolly or Lee Child.     


Wednesday, October 3, 2012

My new book

I am happy to announce my new book "From the Depths"  being published in Silver Publishing's anthology "A Special Kind of Love"   available on Nov 17th

Here is a synopsis

To the rest of the world Harry Goldberg appears to be a normal, happy go lucky man.  He has a great job working at Nosh Deli on Long Island, his co-workers and customers love him.   But Harry has a secret, he suffers from depression,  no one understands what it is like to live life on the edge most of the time and not to be able to let anyone know for fear of driving them away.  That is how Harry has led his life,  alone except for his faithful cat.   But things change when a new delivery man shows up at the deli, one that he finds himself attracted to.  But there is no one who can love someone who has so much emotional baggage like him,  or is there?