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Tuesday, February 7, 2012


Welcome to 'author interview' Wednesday @ BRB, sweeties. Todays guest enjoys penning homoerotic mystery as well suspense. And, he has a number of excellent titles under his belt. Thanks so much for stopping by, James!

What made you chose to write homoerotic romance in particular? 
I think sex is when people are more honest. It is a very powerful emotional and physical dynamic that strips characters to their most basic core. When you are allow to explore character’s responses to themselves and to others when they’re that open you can develop a very strong sense of who this person is, what drives them, what do they need most in their lives. When you close the bedroom door an author closes that aspect of the character’s personality off from the reader.

Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title? Characters usually. They start talking in my head. I always joke that the difference between a writer and being schizophrenic is that I know those voices aren’t real. If I have characters I’ve worked with before in another book, then the plot may come first.

Has your own life influenced your novels? And if so, how? 
I have lived through some very scary shit in my life. I have accomplished things I was told I was not capable of.  What this means, at least in terms of my writing, is I’m willing to take risks, go the step beyond what I’ve done before. If you don’t take risks you’ll never know if you can succeed.  Sometimes things don’t work as well as I’d hoped, however other times that risk creates the perfect scene that crystallizes everything about the character or the book. Also, because of my evil day job as a trial attorney, I am used to trying to intimately understand everything going on in a case, researching, nit picking and dragging  out all the salient points. I also understand, however, that once I have that, it may not all need to go on paper. I do that when I create my characters, decide on their careers and hobbies and create their past life. All that detail may not make it into the finished book. While the reader sees that a character like Brandon Carr (the Taking the Odds Books) is a motorcycle fanatic and that’s enough, I know, in my head, why and how that particular preference established itself.

Do you have a method you use to write the sensual parts? Do you prefer the sex to be open and bold? Or left to the imagination? 
I have no particular method, really.  However, I prefer open, honest and raw sex. As I said, it’s where you really get to see into the character’s head.  And it’s part of the tell not show aspect of writing. I can tell you that Deputy Joe Peterson is a BDSM Dominant, and very into impact and pain play. It is much more powerful if I let you into his head and let you feel the sting on his own palm as his flesh collides with the skin of his boy, Kabe, what that does to his senses.

Just for fun–

What is your favourite colour(s)?  
Black and purple. The colors of bruises.

Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain? 
A great villain -- especially if he’s an anti-hero. Villains are always far more fun. Thor may have been one sexy hunk of man, but Loki smoked. Sensual and sexual and predatory. Heros are like big German Shepards. They’re lovable and beautiful, but it’s all right there. A good villain is like a wolf or panther. Mysterious, secretive with layers of sensuality coating their movements.

What is your favourite movie? And why? 
Silence of the Lambs. It has not only a great villain in Jame Gumb (Buffalo Bill) but also, in Dr. Hannibal Lecter, an anti-hero who is even more intense and deep than any hero could be.

If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?  
Actually, I like being me. I’d like to be a richer version of me, there are some issues in my life I’d fix, but all in all, I have a pretty good life. I have two good careers. Even if I call law the “evil day job” because I don’t have as much freedom to just drop everything and write when I want to, I like getting out there, being on stage and winning cases. I’m successful as a writer. I’m not on the New York Times best seller list, but that doesn't necessarily equate to my version of success.

Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years? 
I may try and write a mainstream mystery. While I have a lot more stories to explore in erotic romance, I think it would be a challenge.  

Spin Out


Right guy. Wrong time.

Deputy Joe Peterson understood the risks when he got involved with ex-con Kabe Varghese. He didn't, however, see fit to warn Kabe. Now, in the middle of searching for the killer of a local boy, he has to contend with his career and his relationship spinning out of control. Solving the case may be easier than repairing broken trust.


Ain't nothing like the mountain air first thing in the morning. As I swung out of my new department issue Explorer, I could almost taste the first touch of snow on my tongue. Wouldn't be long before winter hit. That meant skiing, Christmas and snuggling up next to my Kabe's fine body under a layer of quilts. Not that I needed much excuse to do that. Three, sometimes four, nights a week he spent over at my place...and boy didn't the gossips like to pass that bit around.

No sense ruining my day thinking on that.

I headed on into the oldest dinner in Panguitch, nodding as I walked into the cafe and getting a round of grunts and, "Hi, Joe." in return . A few other folks I said howdy to even though I knew I'd get nothing but glares back. Didn't mean I still shouldn't be polite. Slid into my usual booth in the back corner so's I could watch everyone coming and going. I didn't bother to order nothing. Jane, at the front counter, just always seemed to know what I was in the mood for and brought it on out to me.

A knot of men clustered around the big table, all of them with heads down and trading low whispers. If'n I didn't know every last one of them and what they were up to, I'da been suspicious. But they all either made their living off the big hunts or liked to pretend they did. Hunting season meant stingy strategy sessions rivaling those of warring nations. Everyone trying to figure what each other knew about where the game was and each trying not to let spill what he'd figured already.

After a few bites into my pancakes, I caught Carl Haley standing up out of the group of hunting guides and wannabes. He stretched. He hemmed and hawed a bit about going. Then he pulled out a few bills, tossed them on the table and...walked out.

I actually dropped my fork. Slipped right out of my hand. I think the big table, well, all them just froze in place halfway through whatever they was at. See, 'cause all that play outta Carl, at this time in September, usually prefaced him sauntering on back, sliding into the opposite side of the booth and grinning out, "So, seen any deer lately, deputy?"

I cain't say how it even hit me right then. My mind just kept backfiring on how he'd pretty publicly snubbed not only me, but a decent professional association. And Carl wasn't even a member of the Latter Day Saints, just a cowboy, one who apparently let his prejudices rule his wallet. Sorta set me down into this whirlpool of really black thoughts. Most times something like this happened-you know after everything hit the fan about me liking guys and shacking up with an ex-con pretty boy and getting excommunicated-I managed to just stick it in my pocket. But there's those you expect it from, and then those that hit you blindside.

Carl caught me off guard.

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Sunday, February 5, 2012


Tell us about yourself. 
I always hate this question. LOL. I try to be a nice guy. I live a fairly simple life in the Colorado Rockies. I have wildlife wandering through my yard all the time. I actually have my computer set up so I can watch the small hill on the north end of the property and often pause to watch the mule deer, red foxes and coyotes walk past. I love going hiking, and happen to be an avid nature photographer. I’m an officer with the Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group, and enjoy helping new writers hone their craft.

Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration? The people around me, something an off handed comment will lead to ideas. I keep a large spiral notebook with me most of the times so I can jot things down. There are several novels and a multitude of short stories in there waiting to escape into the digital world. 

Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title? It depends on what I’m working on, It’s often the plot. On my latest novella, “Shadows on the Campfire” I changed the main characters name several times, and had to throw out to my friends to find a title, but the plot was there. Same with “Blood Moon, Yellow Sky”, but now those characters are set, so I have to start out with the question of “What would Tal do now,”, or “What story does Alex want told.”

Has your own life influenced your novels? And if so, how? Oh definitely, like the saying goes “the names have been changed to protect the guilty.” The people in my life inspire my characters. Which is not to say that a lot of my characters don’t spring forth fully formed like Athena from Zeus, A few years ago I did a lot of call centre work, that shows up in various places in my work, and again characters.

Do you have a method you use to write the sensual parts? Do you prefer the sex to be open and bold? Or left to the imagination? It depends on the audience I’m writing for. Some of my sex scenes are very bold and graphic, and some are more to the imagination. The scenes in “Blood Moon, Yellow Sky” are very subdued because I really want that series to appeal to a wide audience and since the main characters in that are gay men keeping the sex minimal opens up the audience.

Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why? Tal O’Duirwood is my favorite character. He’s so full of stories and has a lot of depth to him. I created him over ten years ago, he actually started out life as a vampire, then a couple of years ago with the glut of vampires on the market, at the suggestion of my agent of the time, I did some changes and he became a dragon. All of sudden the character really opened up to me, and my readers love him. There’s so much I can do with him and he has so many stories to be told. 

Just for fun–

What is your favourite colour(s)? 
Forest Green

Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain? 
Another hard question, mostly I root for the hero, but every so often a villain will come along that just captures my attention.

What is your favourite movie? And why? 
Trying to think over things I’ve scene recently that caught my attention, and nothing comes to mind. Things that I watch over and over, Harry Potter movies, Lord of the Rings, and Avatar. They’re original. I think that’s one of the things that’s missing in our artistic world today is originality. 

If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why? 
I’m very happy being me, but if I had to choose, I’d go with Bill Gates just for financial reasons. LOL.

Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years? 
I hope to have many best-selling novels, Maybe by then we’ll be seeing some form of adaptations of the Yellow Sky series, and people will be talking about my writing. 

“Blood Moon, Yellow Sky”

Tal O’Duirwood, dragon, enjoys his quiet life of solitude in the Colorado mountains. He never realized what was missing until his gets an assignment to travel to Yellow Sky, Texas and help a witch and her students there stop a vampire invasion. Once there, he finds that things were not as he was told. The witch is actually a werecoyote, and one of her students has eyes for Tal. Can Tal help prevent the vampires in time to save his blossoming love? Will his heart, so long closed off from the world be able to open to the touch of the handsome young mage?

“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupted “You can either follow my lead, or just let the music take you. It can be almost magical.”

And then, we were on the dance floor. The sea of people closed in around us as Alex began to move with the music. All the time he refused to release my hand. We pressed into the heart of the dancers. Most of them moved in time to the music. Here and there I could see someone that obviously had their own rhythm going on in their head. The music seemed to take control as we moved closer toward the center of the dance floor. 

Suddenly Alex stopped and I bumped into him as he turned to face me. He released my hand then and his dancing became more frantic. There was a bright smile on his face as his lips moved in time with the words of the song. His body writhed with the pulse of the music. I tried to get into it myself. I felt the music moving across me like wading into the surf. I mirrored Alex’s movements so that I didn’t just stand there in the midst of the dancers like the lone flower that somehow is not blown by the wind. Alex reached out for my hands and began to move them around between us. I relaxed and let him take control of my movements, merging with the music as the song changed. 

A primal beat surged out of the new song. Alex laughed, then released my hands and moved in closer to me. Heat rose from him and he began to move against my body. I did my best to flow with him, so we looked like two lovers out for an evening of dancing. I felt a pull from him as his mind reached out for mine. It tried to illicit a response from my body. And before I could stop it, I felt a sensation I hadn’t felt in a very long time. This human was calling forth energies I’d buried long ago. 

I was about to head back to our table when he caught my hands again and pulled me tightly against him. He pressed his mouth against mine. With the intimate contact, lust and need poured off him. I couldn’t help myself as long dormant feelings within me found an outlet. I wrapped my arms around him and returned his kiss with vigor, felling the urgency in both of us. I tried not to think about what would’ve happened if we hadn’t been in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by hundreds of people. He pulled back slightly to look me in the face. His green eyes sparkled in passion. 

“Damn, you’re hot,” he whispered in my ear before sinking his teeth into it.

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Thanks for stopping by, A.M. Burns. It was great to have you, and I wish you the very best for the future!
Blak Rayne

Thursday, February 2, 2012


Hello, sweeties! It's Friday, which means it's FFAF day. And for those who don't know FFAF stands for 'Free For All Friday'. This is when I can post anything my heart and yours desires. I love photography, and practice when time permits. I also love to hunt the Internet for new goodies, whether it's sexy men, yaoi, great couples, or those of an Asian persuasion. For today's post, I asked my daughter to send me a handful of her favourite smexy images (they're all yaoi of course, and fan pairings). So here are a few she gave me, and a few I found on my own. All these images belong to their respective owners, and have only been added as inspiration, and for everyone to drool over. LOL I mean to enjoy!
Happy Yaoi Hunting!
Blak Rayne ^_^!!

Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Welcome sweeties, today's author interview is twice the fun! Please welcome writing duo Chris Almeida & Celcilia Aubrey, and their newest release 'Countermeasure'.

Tell us everything!
Chris and I have been writing together for about a year and half and as published authors for a year. Prior to that, my writing was for business publications and program materials. Chris used to write children’s stories when he was younger and pursued a Literature degree in University but eventually turned to technology and became a web designer. Our story started when we joined a Role Playing group on Facebook and were paired as a mated couple within the group. We found that we enjoyed the intense story lines we were writing and decided to take it further by writing erotica shorts.

What made you chose to write erotic romance thrillers in particular? And is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why?
Our jump into erotic literature was a natural transition from the RP story lines we were used to writing. We did switch from Paranormal to Contemporary Erotic when we began writing our own stories. While we appreciate the many paranormal erotica stories out there, we wanted to tackle something different and felt comfortable with contemporary stories. We just added a little pinch of spice to it. We most definitely intend to dabble in the paranormal later on for a change of pace and to get back to our roots. We currently have drafts on the shelf for an erotic paranormal and a Sci-Fi romance dealing with time travel.

Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?
It usually starts with one of us yelling, “Hey! I have an idea” or “Hey! I have a scene in my head” and the other yelling back, “Write it down!” Each idea brings in the plot and characters simultaneously. So pretty much everyone comes to the party at the same time…geez we never follow convention.

What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? 
Each has its smooth and rough patches.
Once we’re in the grove, we know roughly where we are going and the chapters burst forth on their own accord. Also, if a chapter from anywhere in the story is screaming to be written we never ignore the demand. For example, in Countermeasure, the last chapter was pretty much written while we were still in the early stages of putting the beginning of the story down on paper. So for us there’s really no beginning, middle or end. It all flows as one gigantic wave.

Writing sex/romantic scenes can be a challenge for some authors. Do you find it difficult? If yes, how do you compensate? If no, where do you draw your inspiration?
Surprisingly, this is an area that we don’t find difficult. We actually look forward to them. We draw inspiration from each other and from our characters.

Tell us about your newest release. 
Countermeasure is our latest body of work, which is self-published under Éire Publishing. It is the first of a series involving Trevor Bauer and Cassandra James. In this first novel, Trevor Bauer, an NSA analyst is on the hunt for clues to his parent’s disappearance. Following a lead throws him in the path of Cassandra James, an ex CIA officer turned security assurance agent, who is on the trail of an infiltrator who stole a formula she was safeguarding. Thinking Trevor is her thief, she confronts him. Their meeting sets them on a course that neither expects. 

Just for fun–

What is your favourite colour(s)?
My favorite is blue and Cecilia’s is green.

Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?
Definitely the hero. But a strong villain makes the story more interesting.

What is your favourite movie? And why?
Chris has whispered in my ear that he enjoys the Bourne Identity Trilogy because the plot and action sequences are out of this world. I have to say Mission Impossible Series for the same reasons. I love the whole suspense thriller aspect notched up by action sequences. 

If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?
We are asked this question a lot. For me it would have to be Cassandra. Her independent but passionate nature intrigues me. I love that once she committed herself to Trevor she let loose and jumped in with both feet and never looked back. In some ways I already feel like her.
Chris has often expressed he would definitely be Trevor. His life since meeting Cassandra had gone from 0 to 100 in 5 seconds. The many adventures they get into while handling the recovery of data is what he considers a hell of a ride.

Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?
Hopefully to have established a foothold in the industry. But either way, we will still be here. Knee deep in writing the stories we like, getting them into the hands of the readers, and sharing what we’ve learned along the way with others.


Suspicious and determined never to fall into the love trap, security specialist Cassandra James takes on a chase to recover files stolen right out from under her nose. In an effort to prove to her father—also her boss—that she is a capable woman, she follows the digital trail—a trail that leads her directly into the arms of Trevor Bauer, an NSA analyst who appears to have more secrets than she has scars...

Haunted by the mystery surrounding his parents' disappearance, Trevor Bauer's dreams for his own life have been put on hold. But being confronted by Cassandra James derails every one of his best laid plans to avoid a relationship until he can find the closure he desperately seeks. When he accepts her request for help in recovering the files she's hunting, they embark on an adventure that takes them across the ocean and into a world of intrigue and violence. As things between them begin to heat up, Trevor realizes that, if he is ever to win Cassandra's heart and the future he craves, he has no choice but to reveal all his secrets.
Without a word, she turned her back to him and headed for her door. Before she could reach it, Trevor grabbed her arm and pinned her to the wall. Cassandra struggled and Trevor groaned inside at the feel of her body pressed tight against his. "Damn it, Cassandra. Hold still for a second."

Her heart drummed rapidly against his chest and he saw her pulse beating at the base of her throat. He didn't like using his size against her, but he needed her to understand. "This is not about obsession, and I sure as hell am not like your friend, who, by the way, sounds like an ass. This is about friends caring about friends. You said you wanted us to be friends. You wanted us to be a team, and yet you took off and never checked back with me. The next thing I knew, almost an hour had gone by and I had no clue where you were. We know there is something bigger happening behind the scenes, that Allison didn't act alone. What if you had been hurt?"

"I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself," Cassandra breathed hard in agitation, and bucked against him, still trying to push his body away.

Trevor banked the urge to press harder against her. He continued to pin her arms above her head and put some space between them. "I know you can take care of yourself, but friends are going to worry about your well-being, whether you want it or not—whether you like it or not."

Trevor grew distracted by the feel of Cassandra's sweet breath against his skin and leaned slightly forward. "All I'm asking is that you let me know next time so I can be there for you. With you."

By the time he finished his statement, his lips were mere inches from hers. His mind went into overdrive and the need to taste the texture of her lips overrode his common sense. When her lips parted to protest, he silenced her by capturing her mouth with his.

The kiss made him numb to his surroundings. His sole focus became the softness of her full lips and the mingling of their tastes. Slowly, he released her hands and cupped her face with his, deepening the kiss. A jolt of electricity hit him when she responded, kissing him back just as urgently. Her freed hands gripped his forearms tightly and the kiss grew hot and deep—tongues exploring, teeth nipping.
In a flash, Cassandra pushed him from her. Both froze and stared into each other's eyes. Before he could comment, she slipped into her room and softly closed the door between them. Trevor stared at the door and ran his fingers through his hair. His arms felt empty without her. The taste of her on his lips was sweeter than he had ever dreamed.

Thanks for the great interview Chris and Cecilia! It was a treat to have you both, and I wish you the best of success!
Blak Rayne

Sunday, January 29, 2012


Greetings readers of Blak Raynes. Today, I’m doing a post about my other favorite thing besides, music, sex, and drinking… *ahem*  Tattoos.

What is it about a hot tattoo? I mean, it could be a sleeve full, on the chest, in other places that usually remained covered up. *snicker* One of my fave spots for a tattoo is on the lower back which is usually called a tramp stamp. To me it’s hot! Does it signify trampy, it might but hell, there are other more blatant things to show that.

What about a full back tattoo?
 Ooh impressive! Pretty hot when there’s a hot man that’s sporting it and hopefully when these people consider getting them they think about how it looks on their fleshiest parts. Nothing worse than showing the ink and erm, the body is just uh, well, gross! *frowns*

Tattoos have been around for centuries and I’d say over the past few years they’ve become more mainstream. Now even what would be considered as the most conservative of people get little cutesy ink, like butterflies or flowers. Hey all of this is well and good but to me, the sexiest are the hot men and women that go all out.
This is a great example of a man “going all out.” Wouldn’t you love to lick that? Trace the outlines of it with your tongue and give him as well as yourself a thrill by exploring his full body. Tell me that doesn’t make your mouth water.
This one has them on several parts. Wonder what he has by his crotch? Could it be a tattoo? Maybe a piercing? Ink is just really hot and there’s no wonder why so many people are deciding to take the plunge.

So what about you? What do you find sexy about tats? Or if you don’t, why not? Leave your thoughts!

Book One
Something Fresh Served Hot

A gay contemporary comedy which features a Chicago homophobe by the name of Jimmy LaCosta who works at a diner called the Greasy Spoon on the Northside of Chicago near Boys Town. While working, Jimmy meets the incoming manager, Alex Seidling, a young British man who his present boss is hiring to take his place as he retires. 

After the initial meeting in which Jimmy feels uncomfortable with Alex's stares, Jimmy cultivates a friendship with Alex which develops into something totally different than he himself expects. This shocks him and he tries to fight it but because of his growing feelings he decides to pursue it despite all of what he has been taught.

Will he do what his body wants? Will Alex accept his advances even though he will soon become Jimmy’s boss?

Excerpt: R Jimmy mentions Alex’s tattoo

Shaking my head, I stop staring at him, going back to scraping. After a few moments, he stepped in. He looked tired. The sweat on his forehead was in beads. The double d tattoo on his right forearm that he said stood for Devin Davidson, his first boyfriend’s initials, was illuminated by the perspiration. Alex leaned against the wall. He put the mop and bucket down. “Hey man, why don’t you get going? I’ll finish up, yeah?”

I stopped to look at him. He began mopping in here, cleaning some spilled grease. “No, no, I wanna stay and help you, Al.” Since we’d become chummy, I called him Al. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” It was true, I didn’t. I hadn’t hooked up with hot pussy since he and I first met two weeks ago and honestly didn’t care to anymore.

“Well make yourself somewhere to go, huh? I got cleaning to do. I don’t need you hangin’ around the diner, tracking dirt everywhere while I’m trying to get the place clean. I’m sure that your little black book has some treats that you could find to get into for the evening,” he laughed.

“I don’t have a black book, besides, I thought we could go check out the game at Spock’s. The Cowboys and Eagles are playing tonight.”

“Yeah, I know. I thought I’d just go watch it at home. Not feeling up to going anywhere. I need to get used to these Friday rushes.”

“Oh yeah, well how about we go by your house and see it then, I’ll grab some…”

“No, really,” he interrupted and raised his hands. “I just wanna go take a shower and watch it in my bedroom. I know you’ve got no interest in seeing me stripped to my boxer briefs, so I’ll just go home alone.”

How do you know what I wanna see?

Annoyed, I placed the spatula on the grill. I sensed by his tone he really didn’t want me around, so since I felt we’d cultivated a friendship, I just came out and asked. “Al you tryin’ to get rid of me?”

He rolled his eyes and stopped pushing the mop. “Jimmy, I’m just tired is all. I wanna get this done so I can go home and enjoy the game. That isn’t tryin’ to get rid you…um…look we just don’t need to be spending much time together anymore, yeah? I’m your boss and you, well you’re my subordinate…we’re becoming too chummy in a very short amount of time.”

I exhaled and stepped closer to my friend, my boss to be. I patted his wet bicep that looked good enough to lick. I moistened my lips and peered into his beautiful brown eyes.

What the hell am I doing?

“Why all of a sudden are you sayin’ those things when you’ve been so friendly and open to me for these first couple of weeks, huh? You aren’t my boss yet.” I rubbed his muscle.

He winced and shrugged away. Alex stared at me like I had three heads.

Being only inches away from him made me want to do something I couldn’t believe. I wanted to kiss this guy. “Alex, c’mon, what’s the deal, man? I like being around you, we have a good time together.”

“Yes I know, but we’ve been hangin’ like every day. I don’t think you’ve had no pussy since that first night we met and I know I haven’t had any dick. What the fuck, man? It’s cool for us to be around each other sometimes but not every single fuckin’ evening…we aren’t datin’!”

I couldn’t resist running my hand through that long brown hair. Damn, it was sweaty. It felt good between my fingers. “Yeah, but we enjoy it so what’s the problem?”

His brows furrowed. Alex moved a couple steps away from me. “The problem is I like you, Jimmy. I like you too much, all right, and you’re not gay! It’s a fuckin’ piss poor shame that you aren’t either because we’ve got so much in common, you know. Just…” he stopped and shook his head. “I shouldn’t have even told you that. Just go man. I’ll catch you later.”

I locked my gaze with his and closed the gap in between us. I took his face in my hands, and yanked him into me. Once I did, I enveloped his lips. It felt amazing to finally have that soft and pouty mouth on top of mine. My balls drew up against my body and I felt the pressure in my groin.

On the inside, I had a mixture of emotions. Everything my dad told me as a boy flooded my brain. Real men cannot be in love with each other. The preacher in the pulpit talking about hell for homosexuals, the teasing and taunts of kids who were homos at high school, the random stupid talk on the street and my thoughts about how I could, in no possible way, be attracted to another man with all the pussy walking around. Well, here I was, kissing another guy and it felt so good to be in his arms, enjoying the tastes of the coffee he drank several times a day.

I grasped Alex in my arms, gripping onto his back.

He tried to struggle away from me but after awhile, he stopped fighting and reciprocated the embrace. Alex wrapped his hands around my waist.

I let my hands fall to his buttocks. I recalled that he liked to be a switch hitter.

“Shit…” he muttered. He engulfed my mouth once more.

We both gasped for air.

I nuzzled the side of his neck, smelling his cologne and Marlboros on his skin. The ardor from him was intoxicating. 

Alex, damn it, I don’t care what other people think, I really do like you!

BL is currently a published writer with Rebel Ink and Naughty Nights Press. Her first two novellas, My Lieutenant and Something Fresh Served Hot are Silver Stars on ARe. She writes bi weekly for Erotic Diaries with Rawiya and a column twice a month on Blak Rayne Books

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Friday, January 27, 2012

SHIFTERS 'R' US (8) - Edward Kendrick

“Think Rémy was telling the truth?” Terry asked as he and Alfie dressed for a trek into the mountains.

“You are such a skeptic. Yes, I’m ninety percent certain he was. At this point he’s got more to loose by lying than he has by letting us know where to find him.”

“True. At least his friends vouched for us, more or less.”

Alfie laughed, remembering John’s telling Rémy, ‘Yeah for adults they’re not so bad’, thinking that because he had his back turned and was whispering Alfie wouldn’t hear.

Terry pulled on a sweatshirt over his turtleneck as he watched Alfie in amusement. “Any more layers and you’ll look like a toddler who was dressed by his worried mother.”

“I’m a cat, we don’t do cold,” Alfie growled in reply as he debated between another sweatshirt and a sweater.

“Baby, you have the world’s warmest jacket, at least according to the salesman, so quit while you’re ahead.”

“Alright,” Alfie said grudgingly. “But if I freeze to death it’s your funeral.”

“Umm, I think it would be yours actually.” Terry laughed and raced out of the bedroom with Alfie in hot pursuit.

An hour later they were turning off the highway into Idaho Springs. Terry pulled into the parking lot of one of the restaurants to check his map. He was grinning slightly which immediately put Alfie on high alert. “What do you know that I don’t,” he asked warily.

“Ever been on the ‘Oh-My-Gawd’ road, because from what Rémy told us that’s where we’re headed.”

“I’ve heard about it, and you waited ‘til now to let me know we’d be going on it? In this weather?” Alfie looked out of the jeep’s window at the dark clouds over the mountains in the direction Terry was pointing. “It’s going to snow again any minute now.”

“That’s why we’re in Old Bessie and not the car,” Terry replied, patting the jeep’s dashboard. “She’ll go just about anywhere.”

“Good. She can take us back home and we’ll teleport.”

“Without a visual? Uh uh.”

“Details, details,” Alfie grumbled. “All right, if we have to do this let’s get moving before it starts to snow, or get dark, or both.”

* * * *

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Alfie moaned, peering through his fingers at the almost invisible road ahead of them.

“You are such a… scaredy-cat.” Terry chuckled, but he felt the same way. The drive had been harrowing but it would be over soon. He spotted their destination just to the right. Literally just to the right since with the driving snow he could barely see three yards in any direction. He was just glad they were the only ones stupid enough to be on the road at the moment. He turned a bit too fast and felt the jeep swerve. Biting his lip hard, he managed to keep it from sliding into the building that loomed in front of them. With a huge sigh of relief he got the jeep stopped. Then he carefully pulled it forward and around the building so that it wouldn’t be visible from the road if it stopped snowing, and turned it off.

“We’re here,” he said, tapping Alfie’s shoulder.

Alfie opened his eyes. “About time,” he muttered. “What now?”

“Now we walk.” Terry picked up his backpack and got out of the jeep.

“How do you know which way?” Alfie almost whined, his forehead creased with a frown as he joined Terry. “Damn, I’m sounding like a real pussy.”

“Naw. This just isn’t your thing and honestly right now I wish we had waited until the snow storm had passed.” Terry squinted in an attempt to get his bearings. “He said to go up the hill behind the blue house. I see blue,” he pointed, “so let’s hope there’s only one building like that here.”

Terry led the way through the deep snow. The only saving grace to it was there was no indication anyone had been here recently from the fact that the snow was relatively smooth ahead of them. The blue building had been a home at one time. They worked their way around to the back and saw the hill just as Rémy had said.

“The mineshaft is up there somewhere I hope,” Alfie said.

“Better be or he’ll have more to worry about than avoiding whoever killed his brother.”

It took a while for the two of them to make their way up the hill, which was steeper than it had seemed at the start.

“You’re sure this isn’t the Continental Divide,” Alfie grumbled at one point, earning himself a laugh from Terry. “At least the snow’s slowed down,” was his next comment.

It had. Enough so they could just make out their destination a few hundred yards ahead of them. A mine supply house, ramshackle but still standing met them first. Behind it, almost hidden from view, was the mineshaft.

“Tourists must not come up here,” Terry said as he looked at the supply of snow-covered mining tools that filled half the entrance to the shaft. “That’s a good thing I suspect.” He studied the area behind the tools, looking for any sign of footprints. “He’s definitely here, or has been fairly recently,” he told Alfie, pointing to faint fox prints in the thin layer of snow a few feet inside the shaft.

“Then let’s find him.”  

 Thanks for the great post, Edward! All the best. ~ Blak Rayne

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


Tell us about yourself.  
I am retired and write full time from home. It's the best job I ever had. My husband, mom and our two daughters are a great support system. Two of our nieces also do a lot of promo for me. I love my husband with all my heart. I'm crazy about cats - we have two. I think orchids are the most beautiful flowers on God's green earth. There have been many ups and downs in my life, but still I feel so very blessed.

What made you chose to write erotic literature in particular? And is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why? 
I've been intrigued with sex and erotic lit. since I was quite young. I was about ten when I found a book about the sexual act and marriage and I was close to twelve when I found my dad's Playmate magazines. Considering the pictures in them then were very conservative, they still rocked my world. In the ten years I've been writing, I've tried my hand at a murder mystery, a vampire story, and several M/M. When I first started writing I wrote several full-length contemporary with some fairly steamy scenes. I've written in several genre, but no matter what I write it always ends up with at least one erotic scene. I can't seem to help myself - there has to be sex in every book or it simply isn't complete.

Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title? 
That is a hard question to answer. I'd say in general it's usually the plot that comes to me first. I've been told several times I'm terrible at giving my books names. I usually give it a working name and my manager, Leslie, or my dear writing friend Marie Nicole Ryan, who is a member of my writers group, are the ones who come up with the final name. Both women are great at picking just the right name for the story.

What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why? 
The middle is my nemesis. Sometimes I feel like I'm slogging through mud and I'm always afraid the middle will be boring. I have found a few good sex scenes in the middle perk things right up.

Do you have a method you use to write the sensual parts? Do you prefer the sex to be open and bold? Or left to the imagination? 
I prefer the sex to be open and bold. Out there - in your face. But, I also want love and romance in my novels. In most of my novels the sex is for pleasure and to move the romance to a higher level.

Are your characters based on people you know? Or are they completely fictitious? 
I can honestly say my characters are completely fictitious. To be honest - they are the people I want my husband and I to be. There is plenty of love, fun and romance in our lives and I'll leave the sex to your imagination.  Let's face it - I love love and sex. They make the world go round.

Who is your favorite character, which you’ve created? And why? 
Edward Declain III from Bad Blood. He's good hearted, handsome and masculine, loves his wife to distraction. He's a vampire who hates the taste of blood and wants to become a human so he will stop using his wife for sustenance.  

Tell us about your latest novel.
I have 5 books coming out in the next month and I wish I could give one of them. My latest release was Bad Blood in Oct.  Everything of interest regarding this book can be found on Manic Readers site.

Just for fun–

What is your favorite color(s)? 
I love the color purple, the deeper and richer the color the better.
Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain? 
I prefer a great hero. I want a man who is funny, sweet, large and good looking. And, like the song said, he needs to have a 'slow hand'. I want the women in my stories to be strong, yet feminine. I don't like to write about whining or crying women if I can avoid it.
What is your favorite movie? And why? 
The Beguiled with Clint Eastwood. It is a very sensuous movie, sexual without being blatant. In his young years Mr. Eastwood was very handsome and it only served to make the movie even sexier. I only saw the movie on TV a few times, so there may have been sex scenes in the theatre version, but even without the sex scenes, the story makes you melt.
If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why? 
I would like to be Marilyn Monroe in this day and time. She was beautiful, voluptuous, and smart. She loved life and love. However, I wouldn't have fallen into the pit of vipers she fell in with. Fifty years ago women were chattel to be seen and not heard. It was expected that a woman could be used and abused all in the name of love. She was not the bimbo she always played. She really was intelligent, just unwise in her choice of men and that could have been because they promised her the world. Obviously, her way of life became too much for her in the end.
Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years? 
I'm hoping to be able to have at least 3 novella's published a year and a notebook on the side of my desk with letters from editors asking for more.
I can dream can't I ?

Bad Blood

Edward DeClain III married his soul mate, but there were secrets he kept from her. Clarissa, his wife of twenty-five years, loves him with all her being. She gives him everything her body and heart have to offer for she is well trained in the art of lovemaking. But still, Edward is miserable.
There is one thing keeping their marriage from being perfect; Clarissa wants children and children are the only thing he cannot give her. Edward knows his progeny will carry the vampire gene. The thought makes him ill for he wants his children to be human.
He searches the family's library looking for a cure. Somewhere there must be one. Diligence and Clarissa help him find the answer. However, he soon realizes he cannot carry through the plan without her help.
The answer is painfully clear; only in death can he be reborn. Clarissa loves her husband, but isn't sure she will be able to do her part of the plan, even if it may possibly make Edward human. Can she do the unimaginable, or will she become a widow? 

Edward DeClain III climbed out of the high feather bed and strode nude, to the double French doors. Shoulders hunched, hands gripped behind his back, he stood staring out into the dark. He knew what was out there, but it didn't matter. He'd seen it all many times before. The fact he could see little or nothing didn't bother him one whit. He'd been here so long, so very long. So long in fact he'd lost count of the years.

In truth, his life and memory had begun the day he met her.

Clouds covered the moon. Gloom and doom. Suited his mood perfectly.

The woman curled up in his bed slept silent as the dead. Her long glorious hair spread out like a golden fan around her. Some of her curls covered half her precious face and much of her left shoulder. The tip of her left breast peeked out from her curls teasing and tormenting him.

His cock stirred, filling and rising, pulling his balls up tight against his body. He was exhausted. He'd given his all and she, in return, had given back as good as she got. She was a perfect lover, something that was not easy to find in this day and age. Many women protested making love was nasty and so their husbands went elsewhere for their pleasure.

He couldn't resist her siren's call. Even asleep her very soul called to him. "Eddie, darling, come to me," her soft whisper filled the room and his cock throbbed.

Her voice was only in his mind. She was dead to the world.

Edward didn't like the pun he'd just made. It was sickening.

He couldn't go on much longer. The whole thing was beginning to nauseate him. He loved his beautiful Clarissa with all his heart. The things he did to her made him ashamed and sick to his stomach.

Edward stood next to the bed and brushed Clarissa's curls away from her face. He leaned over to kiss her. His belly clenched and he gagged. Had he done that to her? Devil take him. How could he have damaged her beautiful, soft skin? It disgusted him and yet he could not stop.

His cock shriveled and flopped against his balls. 

Thanks so much for stopping by, Cherie! It was really nice to have you. And I wish you the best for the future. ~ Blak Rayne