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Saying Goodnight!
Thanks to everyone for the comments today
I’ll be back for another release party on 5/24 with a new cover or 2 i’m sure!
LOL
The next two releases are Michael Mandrake’s Under the Gun 2, The Prince and the Penis for BL, and a personal book for my cousin who died almost two years ago.
I’ll tell you more on that day.
In the meantime, today’s winners are
Tawania for One Shot
and
Nancy for I Like Em Pretty
Congrats to you both and thanks again for all the lovely comments
Have an awesome night!
I Like Em Pretty M/M Hot Excerpt
And now, the m/m under my male pseudo Michael Mandrake! It’s the first in the N’awlins Exotica series. Here’s a little hot bit from Frankie and Kajika!
New Orleans is supposed to be the big easy. One night changes everything for Frankie Choteau.
New Orleans. A city rich in tradition, diversity, and on the comeback trail from hurricane Katrina. Francois “Frankie” Choteau, a resident of this town, a cop with a hot temper and low tolerance for bs. Kajika Fortier, a transplant from Oklahoma came here looking for a dream and unfortunately it’s turned into a nightmare. On a hot summer night, they meet and cross paths during a very difficult situation. Despite this, the attraction between them is evident and loneliness for both men is a fate worse than death. They’d both like a chance at happiness but will the circumstances and Frankie’s uneasiness prevent their happy ever after?
“Mhmm, I agree.” Frankie stopped him and pulled him back before pinning Kajika against the wall.
“Mhmm, hey.” He grinned and wrapped his arms around Frankie’s waist. “Ooh, detective, ya getting frisky?”
“Uh huh. I think I might want a little loving right now, chère. ‘Sides, it might add some spice to your performance.” Frankie buried his face into Kajika’s neck and lightly bit the side of his throat. He had to remind his man who he belonged to.
“Ohhhh… I love the way ya think, Frankie Choteau. Mhmmm…” Kajika slinked his leg around his calf and rubbed his crotch against Frankie’s. “Damn, Frankie, I want you right now, babe.”
“I want you too, love. You think the dressing room is still empty?”
“If not, we’ll make anyone in it become scarce!” Kajika collapsed his lips on top of Frankie’s and pushed two hands down the back of his jeans, gripping his thighs through his boxer briefs.
Frankie sighed into his embrace. His cock was hard as a rock right now, wanting to burst at the seams due to Kajika’s movements. Frankie usually didn’t like to chance having sex in a public place, but tonight he’d make an exception. He just couldn’t wait to have Kajika alone, and watching him dance would only prolong his suffering.
“Come on, Frankie. Want you right here and now.” Kajika guided him toward the dressing room.
Frankie followed, like the lovesick puppy he was. Kajika Fortier was his man, all his, and not going anywhere. They’d made the promise only a week earlier over a nice quiet dinner alone. They hoped to tie the knot and make it official someday. He wanted Kajika to have the Choteau name, along with his own. Perhaps, someday, they’d make that a reality.
“Shoo, shoo, ladies. Need like twenty minutes.” Kajika waived his hands and his coworkers patted him and Frankie on the back before heeding the word.
Kajika chuckled with the girls then closed the door behind them. “Now.” With a wicked gleam in his eye, he leaned against the door and pushed his pants down from his waist.
“Baby…” Frankie’s mouth gaped open while he unzipped his pants. “Damn, damn… sugah. Ya don’t know what kinda power you have over me.”
Kajika grinned wider, stepping out of his shoes and pants while he yanked his T-shirt from over his head. “Yeah, I do. Like magic, right? I know how to work this mojo, love.”
“Mhmm, ya sure do. Got me hook, line, and sinker.” Frankie ogled his man’s cock, erect, leaking precum from the slit. He pushed his pants down and fondled his own dick, toying with his swollen balls. His breaths quickened and adrenaline flowed through his veins. Frankie spat into his hand and stroked himself again to prepare.
“Mhmmm…” Kajika strolled over and shoved Frankie lightly into the chair behind him. Once he had him seated, he pulled Frankie’s trousers off, along with his shoes. “We’re skipping the foreplay, right?” Kajika straddled his lap, rubbing his pucker against Frankie’s swollen head.
Frankie gulped hard and repeatedly tapped his ass with his shaft. “Uh huh.”
Kajika leaned in, covering his lips with his own, sucking on his tongue and lightly nibbling on the tip.
Wanting to be inside him, he spread Kajika’s hips, attempting to get a good angle to penetrate him.
“Mhmm, yeah… right…ohhh…” Kajika found the right spot and lowered himself onto Frankie’s length. While he hugged Frankie around the neck and continued to kiss him passionately, he moved vertically on Frankie’s thickness, clasping his legs together to make it a tighter fit.
“Jesus, Kajika. Yes!” Frankie threw his head back and gripped his man’s ass in his hands. As much as he wanted to make it last, he could feel the pressure in his groin building quickly. Desiring Kajika to be closer, he pulled him in and buried his head into Kajika’s neck once more, sucking and biting, leaving a mark on his tanned flesh.
“Fuck!” Kajika loosened his ponytail and picked up the pace of his ride. “Oh God, Frankie, I’m so close, ohhh shit!”
Frankie didn’t say anything more. He had nothing coherent to add. Wanting his lips, he moved slightly in order for their mouths to connect once again. He met his movements, thrust for thrust, shoving his cock further inside of Kajika. Preparing for the explosion, he grabbed onto Kajika’s back and slowed his motion down while he held Kajika in place. Frankie’s eyes watched his man in ecstasy. In moments, Kajika’s cock spurted creamy white liquid on Frankie, and on Kajika’s own midsection. “Ooh Frankie… God, yes…”
Frankie followed not too long after, filling Kajika with warm cum. He massaged Kajika’s back muscles while he continued to push into him. The shudders began and he braced himself once again. “Damn, Kajika… whew…”
“Mhmm, that was amazing babe!” Kajika pressed his lips on top of his once more.
“Yeah, it was, baby. As always. You ready to entertain the masses, now?”
“Sure am, love. And I know just the routine I’m gonna do!”
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Just a side note. CBLS is having a book barrage for ILEP! You can win a box full of Nola/N’awlins Themed Goodies from the muses
It’s 2nd day is today. Visit the following blogs for your chance at winning
One Shot by Rawiya HOT EXCERPT
Here’s the steamy excerpt I promised. I’ve already had a couple of comments from readers about how much they love Del. A sequel is on it’s way!
Blurb: Coffee fanatic, Evie Langston has taken great shots of rock stars in her life and none has intrigued her like the picture she took of star guitarist Del Vanz of the heavy metal band, Blood Reign. Evie is more than interested in finding out more about the mystery man behind the makeup but can’t get over being intimidated and afraid of rejection.
Tightly wound but a dog lover, Del Vanz, Blood Reign’s head axeman, never saw such a beautiful lady in the pit taking pictures and he wants to know more. However, he’s not sure how she’d accept his career choice. If so, would she be interested in the man behind the white paint?
Sun beamed from the window woke Del up from his best sleep in days. He shifted under the covers and scooted closer to the woman he’d had his eyes on for a little over a year. Del lightly planted a kiss on her bare shoulder before making a trail around the back of her neck, inhaling the sweet flowery scent of Evie. All Evie. Immediately, his morning wood became stone and slipping inside of her was all he wanted to.
Although he didn’t want to disturb Evie, he wished to be in her arms right now and do what they discussed. At first he didn’t want to rush things but once they got their feelings out in the open, he no longer concerned himself with doing the deed on the first night.
“Love?” Del pressed his lips onto the back of her neck and nuzzled the small spot underneath her hairline. “Evie.”
“Hmm?” She moaned in a sweet voice and turned to look at him. Her brown eyes met his and he swore he might’ve spurted just from that expression on her face. Even without the glasses, Evie was hot. Her light brown skin shimmered in certain spots from sweat. The champagne colored gown she wore glistened along with her skin tone, offsetting the color of her eyes and flaming red hair. Damn. Del ran his fingers over the front of her bodice, tracing her bosom until she slipped the straps from her shoulders, giving him full access. Instantly, his cock swelled underneath the covers and he reached out, dragging his nail across her neckline until he reach her collarbone.
While his hand continued its descent, he covered her slim lips with his own, taking pleasure in the taste of minty mouthwash. No question, she hadn’t been in bed long since she didn’t have morning breath. In all actuality, he wouldn’t have cared if she did. He still would’ve kissed her with fervor without batting an eyelash.
“Del…” Evie moaned into his embrace.
Once his hand reached her shaven mound, he moved his thumb on top of her clit while another finger, pressed inside her sopping wet pussy. He wiggled it around, stretching her for him while he languished in her tongue. “God, Evie…want you…damn…I…” Del could barely get the words out. His shallow breaths turned into pants and his chest tightened. Wanting to make sure, he added another finger inside her, probing her for his invasion.
“Ugh…” Evie thrashed on the bed and gnashed her teeth. She bucked against his hand, clenching onto the sheets, and pulling off the corners.
She was so beautiful when completely aroused and Del desperately wanted to experience that feeling right along with her. “Lovely, Evie but wait for me. I wanna be inside you right now. Wanna make you come, baby.” Del captured her lips in another intense kiss and pulled his fingers out of her.
Evie whimpered into his mouth and let go of the sheets. She reached into the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a condom.
Del yanked the cover off and hovered over Evie. He nodded and accepted the latex with a grin. Good thing it was just the right size since he didn’t have any on him. Unlike his fellow band members who carried them in their wallets and such, Del only left a small supply on the bus for just-in-case situations. He honestly didn’t think he’d get this far with Evie this soon so he left them behind.
To prepare, he rolled it on his cock and rubbed it while he toyed with her clit a little more. “God Evie, you’re so wet, very wet. I can’t wait to taste you, love.”
Evie reciprocated the smile and opened her legs wider for him to have the right angle.
Del ceased playing with her pussy and brought her feet up to his lips, tracing the bottom with his tongue. God she’s so perfect. From head to toe, the woman was a walking piece of art to him. He licked her toes, making her giggle repeatedly. “Mhmm, so good. Ready for me babe?” Del pressed the head of his dick at her moist entrance and moved slightly against it.
“Yes Del. Oh puhleeze…” Evie begged and squirmed on the sheet.
Del bowed his head in her direction and slowly pushed his length in between her thighs. He threw his head back while he wrapped her legs around his waist. The moment his cock slid inside her, every nerve woke up, as if he were receiving some sort of electric shock. Adrenaline flowed through his veins and his groin filled immediately on contact. No way did he want to come right now but just being inside her made him want to climax instantly. “God yes, Evie!” To kiss her, he leaned over her body as he began building a rhythm. Again, their tongues tangled in a wild fight for position. Del clutched the sheet underneath his hand, attempting to hold off the impending orgasm.
“Oh God, Del…” Evie screamed at the top of her lungs, clawing his back with her nails. One hand moved up his back, grabbing the bottom portion of his hair.
“Yes, Evie, I love that. God yes.” Del continued to move within her and crushed his lips with hers. He nuzzled the space under her ear and inhaled her scent. Del knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d explode inside of her. Evie fit like a glove, a snug one and he wouldn’t mind feeling it around him for the duration of his days.
He’d never be cold at night again.
Good morning TRS
Good morning TRS!
Hope everyone has a great day.
I was just here right? Only days ago.
Still, I don’t mind taking the time to share some excerpts from my books.
Today, I’ll do a couple of hot ones from the latest: One Shot by Rawiya and I Like Em Pretty from Michael Mandrake
I’ll also do a giveaway. One of each to 2 lucky people.
Sound good?
Great.
I’ll be back with a R excerpt from Rawiya!
Saying Goodbye and Contest Winners!
Wow, it’s that time, huh?
These days flew by but me and the muses enjoyed it immensely
Why not giveaway the prizes now?
The copy of ILEP and the 5GC is Colleen
The copy of Mon Frere My True Love goes to Laurie
Sydney wins one of the copies of One Shot which means there’s another up for grabs!
I’ll give it a night then pick the winner from THIS post or from the list!
Thanks so much for stopping by with great comments and hope to see you soon!
BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. She entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military servicemen and women! She also writes a biweekly column on Blak Rayne Books and blogs on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark
RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. She loves multiracial characters who overcome obstacles other than race. Sweet, sassy, and spicy would be the best way to describe her work. Happily married mother of two, loves music, computers, and travel. She blogs regularly at Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiya’s blog on WordPress.
Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.
Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens. She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.
For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com as well as her Facebook fanpage, The Literary Triad.
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The Plot Bunny – The Good and the Bad
Greetings! It’s May already? Good grief! 5 months are already gone, quite unbelievable that 2013 is flying by but we say that about every year. And here I sit at my computer with deadlines as per usual as well as the plot bunnies that continue to pop in my brain.
No, no, wait! I’ve got deadlines! Don’t you see? A story due 6/15, a short, another one in August and yet these little buggers don’t give a damn. They come when I write, when I sleep, sometimes while driving and I have to focus or else I might have an accident. What the hell? Do they plan these attacks? I certainly think they do. When I least expect it, I’ve got ideas from a photograph, a song, scenario, a sentence or word, and if it’s really good It’s ready to be written in synopsis form with a couple of pictures for inspiration. If not, the thoughts are scribbled in my notebook until they become full ideas.
Do those ever develop into stories? Yeah they do. My Lieutenant for one, started out as a very small idea that I wrote in my notes; an interracial couple that meets when one man notices the others apartment getting burglarized. That turned into a full fledged book with a sequel and now they have another book they’d like me to write. When will I have time for this? Dunno!
Yes when will I have time to write about the one plot bunny that haunts me because of this picture:
An m/m story, penning my muse named Jayden becoming the obsession of his coworker who’s happily married but doesn’t seem to care about the consequences. Yeah some tension there! Something About Jayden has been on my mind since like last August but because of deadlines and stories that push ahead a little more, I keep putting it off. Someday or this bunny will eat me, I’m sure of it.
The things multiply and can become vicious, but tell me, where would we writer’s be without them? When in a slump, some call it writer’s block, other’s call it, well, a slump, they need these to jumpstart their writing. If you’ve been devoid of ideas then they’re good to look back on. This has never happened to me. I think I may have enough stories to last me quite a while but if it ever did, all I have to do is look in the book and my ever growing synopsis folder which currently has 16 ideas in there. Oh and don’t even mention the ones that are started and unfinished. Those just need serious edits and would probably be ready if I took the time but again, when will this be?
Hopefully this summer! I purposely decided not to answer so many subcalls so I can feed some of those bunnies and give them their just due. Some of them, like the Jayden story are amazing. Others need serious work and maybe just maybe I’ll be able to get to those later on.
What about the rest of you? Authors, what do you think about the plot bunnies? Do you hold on to them? Have little scraps of paper waiting to be read? Tell me. Thanks for listening.
Official Blurb: Nathan Ellerby’s apartment has been ransacked by his ex who didn’t like the fact Nathan dumped him. Trouncing through the debris uttering a string of obscenities, Nathan’s shocked to see Lieutenant Bryant Duncan at his door claiming he’s already caught the offender. Sensing an instant connection, when Nathan finds out Bryant’s divorced and he’s straddling the fence between being gay or bisexual, Nathan finds himself in a quandary.
Although the Lieutenant does everything in his power to prove to Nathan he’s worthy, Nathan is afraid to lower his defenses which leaves both men wondering if Nathan will allow love into his life even through his doubts.
Read an excerpt here
Buylinks
ARe http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mylieutenant-625417-148.html
Bookstrand http://www.bookstrand.com/my-lieutenant
Amazon http://www.amazon.com/My-Lieutenant-ebook/dp/B00628S0TM/ref=pd_rhf_dp_p_t_4
Booktrailer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i62rSF-wr1w&feature=player_embedded
The Fear of Homoerotica
When you think of how people feel about things related to the GLBT community it often comes from fear. People are scared of what’s not “normal” around them even if it has nothing to do with them directly.
Think about the word homophobe. A phobia means you’re afraid of something. For example, arachnophobia means scared of spiders, the creepies that have legs. Bleech. *laughs* What’s a homophobe? According to the dictionary, a person who fears or hates homosexuality. Interesting that fear and hate are used synonymously. The person hates and or fears homosexuals.
Why on earth would someone be AFRAID of a homosexual or anyone part of the GLBT community for that matter? They aren’t like spiders, not monsters with three heads so why on earth would you hate another human just because you’re afraid? In fact, I’ll take it a step further, why should you care when someone else’s lifestyle has nothing to do with you? If you’re straight and don’t really agree with anything as far as the GLBT community then why not live your life and leave them alone?
*breathes*
It’s totally silly to me and that slightly took me off my topic. It wasn’t meant to be a soapbox box which actually my pseudo Michael Mandrake usually does. It was meant to tell you a funny story.
Ready? So, not that long ago I spent time with my husband watching a movie. In truth, we have such different tastes in film we rarely do this but we decided to take advantage of being alone together. Anyways, we loaded the Netflix and he spoke about a movie I’d never seen or heard of called Dorian Grey.
Dorian Gray in short is a movie about a man who becomes so enamored by himself when an artist paints his picture he sells his soul to stay young and gorgeous.
Hubby saved it in the queue for us to watch together so we did. Without giving everything away about the picture, there’s a part in the movie where the main character has a homoerotic scene. There is a kiss that lasts about 15 seconds and then the main character pushes the other man down on the floor implying oral sex and then it shows him unzipping. Then the scene shifts.
My husband’s reaction? As soon as the kiss was up, he covered his eyes and when it deepened a little which was by the way very hot, he left out the room. *laughs* Now, eventually he came back after the scene was over but when the movie finished, we talked about it a moment. I asked him, what was he so afraid of when he saw two men kissing on screen. He said, I was afraid of it going further and didn’t want to stick around to see what happened next. I rolled my eyes and said, really? I mean, it’s true, some movies especially some foreign films do go much farther than American films especially when it comes to a male/male scene but I told him, even if it did, it’s only a movie!
GOD! It’s a movie! You yourself aren’t on screen kissing the other man. Why should you care or be concerned? His response? “Oh c’mon, Sharita, I just don’t want to see that. I’m not a homophobe.” Oh but my dear hubby, according to the dictionary yes you are.
Tolerant means you’re able to tolerate the beliefs and actions of others. When you look that up, it doesn’t have an asterisk about sexuality. So, if you can’t even sit through a film that shows two men kissing, you are indeed a homophobe. You’re afraid of what you see just because you yourself don’t do it, don’t like it, and or don’t think it as normal.
So if I could change my husband’s thinking, I would say to not be considered a homophobe you can’t be disgusted even by something on the screen. Sure you have the right to leave the room but don’t say I’m not a phobe. Right? You might not be out there actively protesting but in a small way you’re contributing to the cause.
Everyone is born different, not cut from the same cloth. Even though we’re all human, no two people are exactly the same, not even in the case of twins. We’re all unique and it’s time for all of us to respect each other’s differences even in regards to sexual orientation. Tolerance is the key. Maybe you might not agree with how people are or choose to live their lives but the key is to accept it and move on with your own life.
Accept everyone, “normal” or not in your eyes. Respect and tolerate! In real life and otherwise.
After losing his lover to mental disorder, Dr. Hayden Curry throws himself into work, silently wishing he could experience something extraordinary in love. He finds his match in David, a creature Hayden revives after discovering him and hauling him back to his lab. Upon awakening, David asks Dr. Hayden’s help in discovering more about himself. Hayden agrees but senses secrets in David. Will he get to the bottom of things and be able to continue the special relationship he and David have, or will the secrets that come forward tear them apart?
Read an excerpt here
Good Morning – Writing About Manlove
Good morning! It’s the last day of the party. *sobs* But I’m here anyway with a few posts and I’ll announce the winners of my contests.
First off have you wondered why I write m/m?
Women writing about men in love! Some people might find it strange that females love creating stories about hot men having sex and getting emotional but really, these days, it’s no longer uncommon to find a great deal of m/m authors who are not gay males. With some of the best writers, you’d never know this unless you knew them personally or they made it public knowledge.
Since I have no secrets, I confess, I’m a woman. *shrug*
I, Michael Mandrake/Rawiya/Blmorticia, write m/m in addition to m/f, m/m/f, m/f/m, ménage, group sex, and everything in between. As much as I love a great hetero tale, I enjoy m/m erotica romance the best. There’s just something more intriguing than the vanilla or as I call it “safe” kind of story. Even in this day and age when we should be more tolerant towards people’s sexual orientation, it’s still very much taboo to read or write about same sex copulation. That fact is really a shame but I won’t use this space as a soapbox.
What is it about men having sex that just gets me all hot and bothered?
It is the thought of two rock hard bodies, sweaty, maybe a bit dirty, getting together. A kiss between two men when their tongues intertwine, their facial hair rubs against each other’s cheeks? The vision of two beautiful specimens enjoying a shower or even more sexy, a ménage or foursome, pleasuring one another with a hot session of fellatio or mutual masturbation.
You’re not hot yet? Well, if you’re a quote “macho man” or woman who’s not into that, fine, but truly, nothing inspires me more than dreaming of scenarios I most likely won’t be able to witness in person. Such is the reason I write about it because my imagination is chock full of ideas of what my ideal m/m relationship is. A hot and sweaty romp with some tension, emotion, and sometimes, even a happy ending.
So again, why do I write m/m stories? It’s arousing, it’s different, and right now, more people are interested in reading about the so called “left” side and as long as that happens, my-selves, along with my fellow male and female counterparts will be able to entertain the masses.
Promo for My Lieutenant 2 In His Arms, The Grinch and Irish Kiss
Nathan Ellerby and Lt. Bryant Duncan are at it again. This time, the narration shifts from Nathan to Bryant who’s looking to solidify his relationship with his favorite artist. The Lieutenant wants to take Nathan to visit his naval friends, his parents who still aren’t happy about his decision to come out, as well as his best friends bachelor party. Bryant refuses to hide his man from the masses and despite his man’s insistence on the unimportance of the matter, Bryant pushes on.
Excerpt
Due to our activities that lasted well into the morning, I skipped the jog at dawn to stay in bed. It had been a while since I’d done that and for the first time I didn’t regret it.
Like clockwork, I lifted my head up from the pillow and looked over at the digital display. “Damn.” Wincing, I felt the soreness in my legs and buttocks. I rubbed my neck and glanced at Nathan, sleeping on his stomach. “Babe, you want me to make breakfast?”
Not even turning over, he responded with a nod. “What are you makin’?”
“Whatever you want, sweets. We can have a light meal, or—”
The sound of the phone interrupted my statement. Again the hip hop ringtone meant Mike was calling. What for, I didn’t know, but because it was twice within the last twenty four hours…. I guess it might be important. “Hold that thought, hun.” I leaned down and pressed my lips against the small of his back while I grabbed the handset. “Hey.”
“Damn, you’re a hard man to catch up with. Why doncha pick up ya damn phone sometime?”
Surprised at that answer, I cocked an eyebrow. I had to put on my best Nathan impression. “Besides last night, I don’t recall the last time you called me. You haven’t exactly been blowin’ up my phone with well wishes in my new life.”
Nathan chuckled.
“I been busy, man. I got some important news for ya.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” I leaned against the headboard and Nathan shifted to lie on my chest. My morning wood stood proudly under the covers and he cupped my balls in his hands, distracting me from this conversation even further.
“I’m gettin’ married, man! Me and Jenea.”
“Whoa! Damn, man, congrats.” Jenea Strong was one of the gals that hung around us a lot as kids. Unbelievable the same tomboy that wanted nothing to do with Mike would now be taking his last name. “Dude, I wasn’t ready for that.” I glanced at Nathan who gave me a confused look.
“Yeah, I know. We been seein’ one another for quite a while now, tho. I’m havin’ a bachelor party, too. I wantcha to come man. The guys wanna see ya!”
“You sure about that? I mean, did ya let em know about me and my man?” I wanted to hear this one. Really I hoped he didn’t, because it had become fun for me to see people’s reactions to my sexuality.
“Naw, um… I haven’t and well, I kinda hoped you’d come alone, ya know? Not that I don’t like Nathan, but…”
What the fuck? “I’m sorry? Did I just hear you say what I thought you did? I’m not going anywhere without him, Mike. Not to the bachelor party, the wedding, nowhere.”
At the sound of that, Nathan stopped tracing my chest and looked up at me. He mouthed, “It’s okay.”
Frowning, I shook my head and gave him a stern look. “No, it’s not okay, baby. Mike, I’m not attending if Nathan isn’t invited. How could you say such a thing, man? Why would I want to come without him?”
“Well, damn man, wouldn’t he be uncomfortable there? I mean, there will be strippers and…”
I scoffed at that. “What? How do you know I won’t be uncomfortable? That’s the stupidest statement I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“How do you think so? You’re newly turned. It might not bother you as much as it does him.”
I’d never heard such an ignorant thing for anyone to say. I wanted so badly to hang up on him and tell him to kiss my ass. Still, this was my childhood friend and even if it meant missing his wedding and all the celebrations that went along with it, I wouldn’t be going without Nathan. “Look here, Mike. If you think I’m coming to the party or wedding without the love of my life, you’re sadly mistaken. Yeah, you’re my buddy and all, but I won’t keep my man under wraps because you can’t accept us as a couple. Give Jenea my regards and when you get some more sense, call me back.” The minute I finished, I pressed the disconnect button.
The nerve of him to ask me to go anywhere without Nathan.
Nathan got up and met my gaze. “You didn’t hafta do that, love. It isn’t that big of a deal.”
“Yeah, it is, babe. Again, here we go with the discrimination bit. If I had a girlfriend, this wouldn’t be an issue, but because I have a man…”
Nathan dragged his long finger over my chin. Trying to soothe me, he stroked the underside of my cock. “Well, we already spoke of this earlier, Bryant. It’s not the norm, so it freaks people out. They can’t get used to it or accept it.”
I drew up my lips at his response. “And you wanna add fuel to the fire by agreeing with him?”
“Only so you can attend your friend’s wedding, love. I’d hate to see you miss it because of something so small. You’ve got to give him a chance to accept us, just like you’ve given your Navy buddies.”
“I get that, love, but they aren’t my best friends either. Yeah, I care about them, but Mike and I have been pals since grammar school and Jenea was our running buddy so of course I wanna go, but I won’t if he doesn’t allow you to come.”
Nathan rolled his eyes and playfully smacked my chest. “God, you’re so pro gay, but I love it. Your transition has been better than I expected. Still, I don’t wanna come where I’m not wanted.”
“And if you’re not wanted, then neither am I. Pro gay huh?” I chuckled and lightly kissed his lips. “You’ve given me every reason to be proud, Nathan. I don’t think I would’ve had so much incentive to finally come out until I spotted you. I knew from the first moment I moved in this building I wanted to get to know you better, I just needed you to realize what I was after.”
Nathan hovered over me and rubbed his groin into mine. “And I did, eventually.”
Immediately, I wanted to forget that silly conversation and have sex. My nipples hardened under his touch and his heated gaze made me sweat. While I tried catching my breath, I blurted out, “Not without prodding and convincing…”
“You mean mind control,” he added and pressed into me again. He reached in between us and stroked both of our cocks in his palm. The moment his foreskin met mine, the pressure built in my midsection.
“And body, baby. You couldn’t resist me from the moment we locked eyes that night. I caught the fools that ransacked your place and you’re my reward.”
“So I’m your prize for doin’ somethin’ good?”
“I can almost go so far as to thank the fools for giving me an in…”
“Bryant!” He hit my chest.
“Ow…” I laughed and wrestled him onto his back. “I wouldn’t have come to you so easy without a reason, Nathan. I was a lil shy, plus I was newly over the fence. That robbery gave us a chance.”
“We would’ve met eventually.” Tightly, he gripped my neck and brought me closer.
“Not soon enough, babe.” Our lips locked and I explored his mouth with my tongue. “Let’s forget all about the conversation I just had and make love again, huh?”
“Sounds good to me, Bryant. I still say…”
“Noo… I’m not goin’ anywhere without you, okay? That’s final. I don’t care if Mike’s my friend. If he can’t accept you and me together than fuck him!”
“Ooh you’re sounding more like me every day, Lieutenant. I’ll make a more vulgar man outta you yet!”
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Also, the St. Patrick’s Day story for my hot couple!
Blurb: Featuring my characters from My Lieutenant Nathan Ellerby and Bryant Duncan are celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, New Orleans style.
Work in Progress – Closely Guarded
Alrighty before I say goodnight, a little snippet of the next book outside of N’awlins Exotica I’m working on. Closely Guarded is my gay spy book I’m subbing to a publisher next month. *crosses fingers*
This is my muse on the left. Model Ryan Peavey as my spy, BA Pointe for a group called PROTEKT. His everyday name is Darien Mosely and you can usually find him behind the drum kit for E-muse, an eccletic jazz four piece. Darien and his group have been called upon to protect the son of a slain dictator as well as find the people responsible. To add the tension, enter in the fact Darien is alone, looking for a lover, has a crush on his partner, Kimball (pictured Jason Momoa) and whew, we have a story. 
This was my nano story from 2010 and after some edits and tweaking, it’s almost ready to go. I hope to see this book as well as it’s sequel at a publisher someday soon!
Thanks for listening to me the stuffy muse today and enjoy the rest of your evening!
Mon Amour Forever More – Sequel to Mon Frere My True Love
Next up, the sequel to Mon Frere My True Love. Surprisingly, the first book did really well. I mean, I really wasn’t expecting the taboo trope of twincest to be a hit but it was. Triple digits in its first 2 weeks of release. Not too shabby!
Now my twins, Ryland and Ryder Durand return to tell you more of their back story. They’ve accepted their love for one another and have discovered in these recent months of their passionate relationship, they’ve adopted one another’s traits and quirks. Ryland has become more of a flirt, dominating, and less of an introvert while his normally ragged and rebel brother has started to have more of a conscience.
This book delves more into the twins past. How they became vampires, their family life before their were changed and tells more about their Sire. I hope to release this one in August and this part of the series has one more to go before the twins join the regular cast of N’awlins exotica.
Look for it and again, thanks to author and brilliant cover artist Sara York for all the N’awlins Exotica covers!
