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Monday, October 12, 2015

A Naughty Excerpt - #promotion #gayromlit #mustread #mmromance

The Ideal Side of Life

‘Imperfect, but inescapably a love worth saving.’

Self-made entrepreneur Stephen Pritchard was given a second chance at life and love when he met Carson. However, as of late, their marriage has been anything, but ideal. Aside from the usual occupational hazards and Carson’s inability to communicate emotionally, Stephen’s learned marriage to a police officer, especially an attractive one, comes at a price.
While shopping in the city, Stephen and Carson unexpectedly run into Stephen’s former college buddy Dudley Kramer. During the conversation, Dudley insists they attend an upcoming party at the art gallery he owns. Believing the invitation to be harmless, Stephen convinces Carson to go. But part way through the evening, he realizes Dudley’s developed an unhealthy liking for his husband and the party isn’t as it appears. Illegal drugs and partner swapping isn’t something Stephen bargained for, and neither is the chain of events that follow. Disenchantment over the past, arguments, and a near fatal car accident suddenly puts his life into perspective.

Later that night, subsequent to the consumption of a homemade seafood dinner that consisted of stuffed cannelloni and a Caesar salad, we decided to hit the hay early. We’d both had a long day.
Carson stripped, tossed his clothes in the hamper, and flopped out on his stomach, bunching a pillow between his head and arms. After the mattress stopped bouncing and he’d found his comfort zone, he muttered drowsily, “Can you cover me with the sheet?”
“Sure.” Ogling his ass, I removed my tie; no matter the temperature, he always slept in the nude. As for my preference, I was a pussy; anything below sixty-five degrees and I wore pajamas. Grabbing a corner of the blanket, I separated the gray linen sheet from underneath and draped it over him.
“Thanks, baby.” He yawned, hugging the pillow tighter.
“You’re welcome.” Removing my shirt, I dropped it on the chair. Then I kicked off my shoes and unclasped my belt buckle. I couldn’t wait another second—the smooth, muscular curve of his ass under the thin sheet and the way he lay with his legs spread; he was begging to be molested. Crouching like a tiger, I moved in silence toward my target and the edge of the bed, preparing to pounce.
“If you’re going to fuck me, do it quick before I fall asleep.”
“Oh come on!” I exclaimed loudly, throwing both hands up. “How did you know? What—do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
“I didn’t know,” he murmured, shooting a weary glance over his shoulder. “Other than you’re taking too long to undress.”
“You know you’re a frustrating man. Every time I try to be sneaky, you ruin it.”
Snuggling the pillow again, his chuckling was muffled. “That’s because you couldn’t sneak if someone paid you. You’re too obvious.”
“I’m not obvious.”
“You are. The whole point of sneaking around is to avoid getting caught.”
“Why thank you for that useless tidbit of information.” Sitting down hard on the bed, I pulled off a pant leg and caught the other on my heel. “Now I know I’d be a lousy jewel thief.” I frowned in disgust, tossing my pants with the intention they’d land on the chair, but they hit it instead and slid to carpet. A dreary sigh seeped from my lips. I was too damned lazy to pick them up.
“Don’t get upset.”
“I’m not.”
The bed shifted and when I looked, he’d switched around to lie on his back. The sheet did little to hide his thick erection that lay slightly bent against his left thigh. The image triggered a glorious memory of Greece...and the beach. God, we needed to fuck—no romance, just a good old-fashioned fuck.
“I ruined your fun, I’m sorry. How about I pretend you’re not here?” He bent an arm over his eyes, sliding toward the end of the bed, and sank into the bedding, getting more comfortable. “How about something like this?”
When he’d moved, the top sheet had fallen away completely and his muscular torso blanketed in soft, dirty-blond hair appeared. Taking a moment to admire his body, I didn’t readily answer. My cock started to swell.
“Baby, are you still there…?” he asked, the apprehension lingering in his words.
Pressing my hand into the bed, I got down low and put the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked, the tangy mix of perspiration and urine sharp on my tongue. He grunted, rutting his hips, and I dug the tip into his slit. He grunted louder, and I suckled then mouthed his balls, one after the other. Working my tongue farther down, I pried his buttocks apart, digging my chin in while moistening his perineum and rimming his hole to a sloppy wet. His reaction was instantaneous; he grinned and his cheeks flushed scarlet. Putting my other hand flat on the mattress to brace my upper torso, I inched a tad higher and kissed the trail of tapering, curly pubic hair to his belly button, his erection rubbing floppily under my chin. Letting the moisture from my lips caress his stomach to chest, his flesh became dappled in goose bumps and his nipples hardened to tiny pebbles. I flicked and nibbled on the right then switched to nip the left. When I’d finished revving him up to a satisfactory level of arousal, I reached in the nightstand drawer, felt around for the bottle of lube then shook it and squeezed a little onto my open palm.
After I’d made my cock slick, I slid two lubed fingers along the tightening crease of his sac to his hole, and carefully inserted them. His thighs spread wider and he groaned. I played for a while, gentle then rough, ramming deep. When his groans transformed to harsh growls of uncontrolled pleasure, I knew he was teetering on the threshold. Kissing his throat, I removed my fingers, settled on top of him, touching his cock with mine.
“Just do me, baby,” he urged, slapping the right side of my ass, then squeezed. “I want to feel you.”
Rising above him for a split second, I glanced down to guide my shaft. Carson tensed somewhat, pinching his buttocks against the intrusion. But once I penetrated as deeply as possible, he relaxed, melting into a curve, and embraced me.
Normally, I was a great deal calmer, a regular Casanova, but that night I wanted straight ecstasy—to get off as fast as possible. Moving strongly, in and out, I breathed harder and faster. Our bare, sweat-coated skin slapped on contact. Minutes in, we both grunted and an extreme heat almost flash-burned my stomach. We’d both blown our loads simultaneously and his spunk had made a trail up my chest. Putting his hands to my back, he hugged my upper body and I fell onto the bed with him.
“I love you.” He kissed me everywhere excitedly, pushed me backward into the comforter, pinioned my wrists above my head, and lifted a dense, muscular leg to straddle my lap. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Huh,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath and wits. I was dazed, enjoying the fleeting tingle of euphoria.
While maintaining his vice like grip on my wrists, Carson snatched the tissue box from the nightstand. He fumbled with it, yanking out the white squares. “I’m going to make love to you,” he said, wiping us both clean with the massive wad. Then he stuffed the used tissues inside the empty box and tossed it over his shoulder.
The lust ended with Carson sleeping soundly while spooning me, and me thinking about what the notary had said. I have no idea why the living wills came to mind. After the jungle sex, I should’ve been exhausted and collapsed into a peaceful nothingness. But I couldn’t. I lay there for over an hour, staring into the dark, contemplating everything from our anniversary and Christmas, to what breed of dog I preferred, and whether I should purchase Carson a newer vehicle. Then I awoke to the alarm clock beeping.

While Carson was at work, I assembled the targets I’d bought for practice in the backyard. Robin Hood. Eat your heart out! Life was uneventful, for the most part. Then, something weird happened, causing a chain of events to unravel that put my fortitude to the test and altered our life together as a couple forever.

Blak Rayne
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Friday, October 9, 2015

Know Your Style and Own It #article #writing #voice #mustread

Know Your Style and Own It

Welcome to BRB, everyone! It’s been a very long time since I’ve written an actual article. Lately, I’ve only posted reviews and promotional material. Anyway, not this time and, no, the article isn’t about fashion. Style is in reference to an author’s syntax, the way in which he or she creates sentence structure. Some prefer more description, while others use more dialogue. And drawing on a finer point, some authors go as far as to hate adverbs, while there are those who embrace them. Another preference is POV. All these choices and many more vary from author to author, which is what makes literature such an exciting linguistic medium.
My interest in writing took a serious turn in 1997 when I started to pen my fantasy series. I wrote by hand, literally, and I’ve got drawers full of paper that I’ve spent years transferring to computer. At the time, I really didn’t understand more than the basics I’d learnt in English class during high school. But it was the first stepping stone to finding my own style. I read a lot, everything from textbooks to novels, and my favourites genres were and still are fantasy/sci-fi and mysteries. I gobbled up every book I could lay my hands on. In the beginning, in particular with my fantasy stories, I wrote in what would be classified today as third-person omniscient with an objective narrative, switching with ease from paragraph to paragraph between different characters thoughts and emotions. The POV came naturally to me, and from what I’ve researched this seems to be the norm for most fledgling authors. Whenever I work on my fantasy books it automatically comes back to me. Since then my writing style has improved drastically, and with improvement comes change. 
Even though I’ve written from a third-person perspective, I prefer first person, and have published both. I think first person is the most difficult because the main character has to speculate what everyone else around them is thinking and feeling. This point of view is more personal, but also restricted by a solitary opinion, which can easily be used to mislead the reader, and more than one crafty author throughout the years has accomplished it.
I think the author should stay true to what he or she is more comfortable writing, and strive for perfection. I also believe that in order to maintain a realistic feel personal experience is key along with proper research. But, of course, it all depends on what genre. Generally, I don’t read too much of what I write, for fear of influence, but at the same time it helps keep my own stories fresh by providing a new perspective. And I try to stick to what I enjoy the most, while constantly seeking to improve in areas where I lack: structural abilities such as grammar and tense. And the more I write the better I get, and now I can honestly say I’ve grown into my own sense of style. My romance differs vastly from my fantasy, but both work. That’s the beauty of writing in multiple genres you can experiment and literally swap styles.

Blak Rayne

Monday, October 5, 2015

Love and Sex in Spades! Cheerleaders in Heat 99c! #sale #ebook #raffle #erotica

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Stories about Love, Sex, Hope and Passion

Live, Love, Laugh with Passion

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Cheerleaders in heat is reminiscent of the finest in Erotica, from Terry Southern in "Candy", through Hustler's "letters to the editor" by Flynt in the '70's and 80's. Humor and heat, all tumbling together in a wild sensuous ride, with all the thrills, turns, unexpected dips and curls of a wild amusement park roller coaster. If you enjoy contemporary erotic reading., I would recommend enthusiastically and without reservation.
~ Roger Dunn

Internet dating anyone?

Internet dating opens the door through to the Gates of Hell, otherwise known as the South Miami nightlife. This book examines what happens when you have that last Tequila Sunrise that pushes you over the precipice into the dark abyss of the shadow self —degradation, indulgence, humiliation—everything but self-denial.

The prurient journey of self-discovery is Cherie’s with her very colorful friends on the pleasure-seeking periphery. Mix in the drugs (not a subject taken lightly nor presented in a positive light), sex (in all forms—good, bad, ugly), BDSM, even a Tranny. It is a roller-coaster ride that ends in self-reflection and love—just what Cherie always wanted but was the only thing she thought she was ever denied. The ending is a clever surprise!

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A Near Physical Experience!
Wow! I knew I was in for an exciting read when I saw the dedication – 
“This book is dedicated to the free spirit that resides in all of us with a desire to live our lives as we want…”
Cherie and the other Miami Rattlers cheerleaders are beautiful, but lonely. Cherie decides to take matters into her own hands and look for love on the internet. Her search takes her—and us—on a wild ride of drugs, sex, and ultimately love. The characters are unforgettable, the plot is lively, and the sex is scorching hot. Reading this book is a near-physical experience. Well done!

Hot, Hot, Hot!!!
"Cheerleaders in Heat."  Who wouldn't be attracted to that title and cover? Luckily I was gifted this sizzling read in exchange for an honest review. There are many exciting and arousing sex scenes to be had in this read; well written and explicit. Sex, drugs, and football!! Not one to give out spoilers, I highly recommend for lovers of hot sexy women and their sex-ploits.
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Thursday, October 1, 2015

Calm Assurance - Orlosian Warriors Bk.1 - Dariel Raye #adultfiction #promotion #fantasy #erotic

Welcome to BRB, everyone! Dariel Raye, a lovely lady and talented author, is my guest today. She's got a brand new release to share it with you. Love the cover, Dariel! Enjoy!

Calm Assurance
(Orlosian Warriors Bk. 1)
Assurance synopsis
hearts, two different worlds, uncompromising love.

A straight-laced Nephilim-descendant and a human trouble-magnet?

When Asriel - Orlosian Warrior, descendant of
Nephilim, law enforcer – is sent to guard Malina, a human with a penchant for
drawing trouble like a tornado, she becomes his obsession.

With no hope of finding love in his dimension, he
breaks the cardinal rule, leaving his home to protect her, but she has also
drawn the attention of his enemies, and he is forced to face demons from his
Asriel chooses to stay with Malina, not only does he risk forfeiting his right
to ever return to his dimension, but he will need her blood to survive.

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