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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.
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My wekend is coming to a close and what a wonderful Party this has been thanks to TRS:)
I am going to post a couple more excerpts, I hope you will enjoy the stories and take advantage of the sale at Coffee Time Romance Bookstore: for the books I’ve put up on the bookstore,.20% off my books is what you receive at the Coffee Time Romance Bookstore.Do you know that CTR have been around nearly as I have been on the net
I used to give my book for free on the internet, I’d send out so many chapters at a time to the people that signed up. It is hard to realize how long ago that was.
Please enter the contest to get one of my books for free by making a comment on the posting.. I just love to send my books our to someone who has not experienced my writing style
Don’t forget to post a comment
Hi everyone, I wanted to make sure and remind you to comment on my postings to be entered to win one of my books. Just click my name to go to all of them.
Oh and don’t forget to go to my new website and enter the contest there!
Big Cheer to TRS for the Stay at Home Party!
I will give away an ebook of each book I post an excerpt on so make sure and make a comment on the post to enter the drawing. If you can’t post than please email me, my addy is on my website: www.author-jeweladams.com and do go to the website and please enter my contest for the new website. I will be giving away two autographed print books, Do You Believe in Magic? and Ice Maiden.
Enjoy the reads!
Since the sun will just be coming up where I am, I thought I’d start the tour with this lovely photo of a Louisiana sunrise. The hubs has this to say about this photograph:
“I figured out a long time ago I liked to fish because I liked being outdoors and seeing scenes like this. Now I no longer take a pole, just a camera and a tripod. My son on the other hand is a born fisherman…he takes a pole. And if he hadn’t made me take him fishing, I would have missed this shot.”
Do you like to meet the sunrise or do you hide from it?
Nell Whitby is starting over in New Orleans, meeting with a publisher for her children’s book, sketching tourists in the French Quarter, and leaving the tragic death of her parents behind. When a handsome detective asks her for a date, her fresh start seems perfect…until a dangerous family secret bubbles up from the past and puts her life in jeopardy.
The oldest of thirteen children, detective Alex Baker has two goals in life: solve murders and avoid anyone under the age of ten. That is, until the day the quirky children’s book author foils a carjacking, becomes a target for the mob, and makes his libido sit up and reconsider the whole no-kids thing. If he doesn’t protect her, she’ll be the next body to turn up in his homicide investigation.
As bullets start to fly, Nell can’t resist her sexy bodyguard or ignore her past, and Alex must protect the irresistible kid-magnet who has them both in the crosshairs.
I’m new to Shara’s group of miscreants, although I’ve known Shara and Teeka for a long time. This is my first Shara Azod LLC title, and I think it’s the first m/m Shara’s published. Therefore I am a special snowflake and you should be extra nice to me.
My story is Valentine’s Special, but you can still read it after Valentine’s Day. It’s about Dallon, a Dom who wants to walk on the other side, and how he gets his wish.
The wait wasn’t long, by Dallon’s watch, but it seemed like hours. When the door finally creaked, signaling it was about to open, he fairly leapt out of his skin.
The man who entered was large—an inch or two taller than Dallon—and bulky. He wore all black, from the tight jeans encasing his legs to the mask covering the upper half of his face. It was hard to make out details in the half dark. Dallon saw light glint off the man’s eyes, off a button on the dark shirt. He wore gloves.
“Can we turn on a light?” Dallon asked in the tone he used that wasn’t really a question.
But the man seemed impervious to Dallon’s authority. “No,” he replied simply. The voice was very deep, and carried the burr of an accent Dallon didn’t recognize, even in that single word.
“Well, okay then.” Dallon held out a hand. “I’m—”
“I know who you are, Dallon Tiber.” The man didn’t accept the handshake, instead clasping one hand over the other in front of him as he shifted back slightly on his heels. He had the intimidation factor down pat, that was for sure. And Dallon wasn’t easily intimidated. “I know who you are, and I know what you want.”
“You’re sure about that?” Dallon spoke the words without considering the implications.
The man took a single step forward. Dallon quailed. Actually quailed. He’d never quailed before in his life. In fact, until just that moment, he didn’t think he’d even known the meaning of the word. “Until I leave this room, you will do exactly as I say, with no question and no hesitation. You will refer to me only as ‘sir’ or ‘Master.’ For the next two hours, I own you. Do you understand?”
The words were delivered firmly, in a tone that brooked no argument. Dallon froze for a moment, flashing on a scene: the day he’d said something very similar to Avery. He lowered his head, feeling something shift inside him, something fundamental. Almost like a switch had flipped in his brain. Was this how Avery felt?
It didn’t matter, mostly because he could no longer think clearly at all. “Yes, sir,” he said.
“That’s a good start.” The man took a small step back, not standing as far away as he had, but easing the sense of intimidation significantly. “Now,” he went on, “you will remove your jacket, and then your shirt.”
Dallon shrugged off his jacket and laid it aside, then his hands moved to his shirt buttons. He had unbuttoned the first one before he hesitated. He could feel words damming up the back of his throat, words of denial, rebellion. Then he met those eyes through the mask, saw the narrow regard judging him. Waiting.
He unfastened the buttons. Undid his cufflinks slowly, keeping his eyes on the silent Dom. His shirt fell to the floor behind him with a whispering sound. He squared his shoulders and faced his partner. Part of him wanted to ask what was next, but he knew that would be unacceptable.
“Now your trousers. Underwear, too. I want you naked.”
Just as slowly, fighting his instincts to rebel, Dallon undressed. With his clothes in a pile, he stood facing the other man squarely, fighting every urge to hide himself. The cool, evaluating gaze moved over him like hands.
“Turn.” The low voice rumbled deep in the other man’s throat. That accent—what was it?—added a burr and an almost feral sound to the deep voice.
Dallon turned, spine straight, head erect. He was facing a wall now, a set of leather bindings hanging from the ceiling in front of him. He heard the man take a step toward him, felt the slight shift of air in the room. Still, he flinched as a hand closed on his shoulder. The leather of the gloves was cool against his skin.
Fingers trailed over his back, traced the groove of his spine, the indentations between his ribs. The touch was not arousing; Dallon was all too aware he was being evaluated.
“Your skin is lovely.” Fingers traced the backs of his arms, the rounded shape of his triceps. “You have someone at home, yes?”
“Then I shall try not to mar it.”
“That would be appreciated.”
The dark chuckle made Dallon’s skin crawl. “This is going to be difficult for you.”
Dallon said nothing. He hadn’t thought it would be as difficult as it had already been. He wanted this. Why was it so hard for him to let go and let it happen?
The Dom, though, seemed to be taking it in stride. He continued to speak, his voice thoughtful. “You will fight every step of this, I can tell. I think it would be best to bind you.”
“Bind me? Bullshit.” He started to turn, but a sharp slap on his ass made him stop. It also made him jump.
“You asked for this, Mr. Tiber. If you didn’t want this experience, you should not have come.”
“Maybe I thought the Valentine’s Special was a box of chocolate and some wine.”
“Maybe…” The man’s voice was edged now with irritation. Dallon wished he could identify the accent; it didn’t sound like anything he’d ever heard before. Yet something about the voice sounded vaguely familiar. “Maybe a ball gag would be in order.”