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SHIFTERS 'R' US (10) - EDWARD KENDRICK

2012-02-23T23:00:00.000-08:00

“Rémy, if Oliver was in his car how did you follow him in the firstplace?” Terry wanted to know.

Rémy shrugged. “It was night, I shifted.”

“All right. And that was the last time you tracked him?”

“Yes. Two days later he… he was dead.” Rémy turned away for a moment tocompose himself. “I just knew that wasn’t an accident,” he said defiantly afterhe’d turned back to face them again. “And I found proof. It took forever but Idid.”

“What sort of proof, and where?” Alfie asked.

Rémy dug into the pocket of his jeans, took something out, and tossed itto Alfie. “It was in a stuffed animal he’d given me when I was a kid.” Rémygave a small smile. “A fox.”

Alfie rolled the flash drive between his fingers. “How the hell did youmanage to find it?”

“It was dumb luck. Just dumb luck. I’d searched everywhere in the house.Pissed my folks off too when I was doing that though they didn’t know that’swhat I was doing. But I just knew there had to be something and if Oliverreally was… a bad guy, or… or a spy, well he might have hidden somethingsomewhere you know.

After a while though I got frustrated, angry, and, well, thought maybe I waswrong. Maybe I just wanted to have some reason for his being dead you know.”

Terry smiled. “We know. That’s what we were thinking at first. So backto how you found the drive.”

“I’d had a really bad day. Fucked up at school, came home, had a hugeblowout with my dad. I went into my room, saw that damned fox staring at me,and took out my anger on it.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I tore itapart and… and in the stuffing, there was the drive. I guess, I think, Oliverfigured that was a safe place that no one who might be searching for it wouldthink to look.”

“Why didn’t you give this to your father?”

“When you look at what’s on it you’ll know.”

“Since that’s not happening right now, tell us, please,” Alfie said.

Rémy hesitated, and then came over to sit down facing the two men. “Fromwhat I can figure out there’s some sort of… of war I guess between several ofthe families for supremacy within the city.” He sighed deeply. “I wasn’t thatfar off when I thought about gangsters, only in this case it’s shifters who runthe gangs. My father… Damn him!” Rémy closed his eyes, whispering, “Damn him.”

Terry reached out to squeeze Rémy’s shoulder. “He’s the head of one ofthese families I take it.”

“Yeah, big time. How could he…” There was a long pause before Rémycontinued. “So, anyway, I guess Oliver found out, well I know he did, and hedidn’t like it so he tried to do something about it. That man from the bar, hewas like a Fed only for the shifters.”

“With our shadow government,” Alfie stated.

“Yeah, I guess that’s it. Oliver turned over any information he gotabout my father and his dealings.” Rémy’s mouth tightened angrily. “I can’tprove it, but I think my father had him killed.”

“Rémy, how long have you had this drive?”

“I found it maybe three months ago. When I saw what was on it I didn’tknow what to do. I mean, he’s my father. Like it or not he is. And yet he couldbe the reason Oliver was murdered. What would you have done, if you were me?”

“Been scared shitless,” Alfie admitted with a smile. “Just like youprobably were. Are even. What made you run when you did? According to yourfriends you told them you got a threatening phone call. Was that the truth?”

“Yeah, actually it was, but the caller didn’t threaten my family like Itold them. He threatened me. I’d had another big fight with my dad, and I wasso damned pissed during it that I let him know I’d found something that provedwhat he was into.”

Terry nodded. “How did he react?”

“He laughed. He said if it was something Oliver had, then it was allfantasy, Oliver’s way of trying to get back at him because…well he didn’t saywhy. I didn’t give him the chance. I screamed and yelled that he was lying andstormed into my room. Again.” Rémy smiled a bit wryly. “I was doing that a lotin the last few months.”

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Blak Rayne

ON HER OWN - DAWN PROCHILO

2012-02-21T23:07:00.001-08:00

Tell us about yourself, Dawn.

I am the mother of three grown children, and in less than two months I will be a grandma for the first time. Ilive in a very rural part of Michigan on five acres of land in a century old farmhouse which is always under renovation of some sort. If I'm not writing, reading or working for promotions, you can find me in the kitchen cooking and baking.

Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?

For me, it may sound odd, but the characters' names. I have to have just the right name to fit the person. I'll spend hours if not days thinking of the perfect name.

What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why?

The beginning. You have to have THAT scene to catch the readers creativity and attention.

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?

No, I don't find writing sex scenes difficult. Just close your eyes, imagine it and let your fingers and mind guide you. Some books have more description while others leave more to the readers' imaginations.

Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why?

My favorite is Brynn Saunders in When We Meet Again. So much of her is me and I have a close connection and attachment with her personality. Sometimes it was hard to write her scenes when dealing with abuse and neglect.

Just for fun–

What is your favourite colour(s)?

Pink, it's very positive and makes me smile

Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?

Great villian, someone you can hate.

What is your favourite movie? And why?

Breakfast Club because everyone can relate to one of the characters in real life or from high school. It's a classic movie no matter what age you are.

If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?

Myself. Not to sound conceited but I am proud of myself, who I have become and my career.

Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?

I'm hoping for at least sixcc releases per week until then with the hopes of becoming a full-fledged promotions company owner.

Website Link: Dawn Prochilo.com

On Her Own

Blurb:

Rand Bartlett, tall, dark and a loner, is not a man to be reckoned with – but tell that to Darci Hart. According to Rand , Darci would try the patience of a saint. After a one-night stand, Darci finds herself pregnant. Rand, a loner, wants to marry Darci, but she has other plans – and they don’t include Rand. Despite all of Darci's attempts to keep Rand out of the picture, his persistence pays off. It's a love-hate relationship that keeps Rand and Darci on their toes.

Excerpt:

The bulk of a man filled the doorway of the Women’s Clinic. His appearance here was odd enough but his sullen mood drew the most attention. Everyone in the room knew he held onto his anger by a thin thread.

“Where is she,” he demanded of no one in particular.

Thelma knew the routine. It wouldn't be the first time a jealous lover showed up to see a woman at the doctor's office. The other three patients in the waiting room stared open mouthed, waiting to see what he would do next.

Staring from one patient to the next and not seeing whom he was searching for, the massive man stormed over to the reception desk. “Where is she,” he demanded to know.

“She’s not here,” Thelma replied, sliding the protective glass window shut.

“Yes, she is,” he yelled, glaring through the pane.

The man glanced behind the window and to his immediate left, noticing the door to the back. The man strode over to the door, pounding on it and yelling, “Dammit, Darci, where are you?”

The three patients left one at a time, quickly making a hasty exit into the lobby of the medical building.

“Darci, come out here now,” the man bellowed.

Thelma opened the glass window and yelled, “Stop that right now!”

“Then let me talk to Darci.”

“I cannot and will not disturb the doctors and their patients,” Thelma snapped, crossing her plump arms on her overflowing bosom.

“I want to see her now,” he said, as he started pounding on the hallway door again and calling Darci’s name.

* * * *

“What is all that commotion,” Dr. Elias Kincaid asked, setting his pen down on Darci’s chart. “I’ll be right back.”

Darci wasn’t sure what was going on until the doctor opened the door and heard the hollering of her name through the medical office.

“Oh, God,” she exasperated and put her face in her hands. “Why me?” Every time he yelled her name, she shuddered and wrapped the paper gown a little tighter around her body, hoping this was all a dream.

“Darci!”

“Dammit,” she muttered. No, it was real.

Before she had a chance to get off the padded exam table, the door to the room flung open and there he stood.

Rand Bartlett. Angry man. Hostile male. Looking for a fight. Looking for her.

His chest rose and fell in a rapid pace, revealing his anxiety and his temper. Black hair gleamed in the unnatural office lighting, and his dark eyes were brilliant but full of fury. However that was part of the appeal, at least to her. The man's sex appeal seeped from every pore, calling her like a siren's song. His presence alone made Darci’s heart race under normal circumstances, and this was anything but normal. His hulking form made the room feel much smaller than usual.

Purchase Link: ON HER OWN

Thank you for your time, Dawn. It was great to meet you. Your novel sounds wonderful. I wish you the very best!

Blak Rayne

COVER DESIGNER - NYLA ALISIA

2012-02-19T22:19:00.000-08:00

Welcome to BRB, sweeties. I have a special guest today. And, the reason I say she's special is because it's a rare opportunity, when I can share a different aspect of the publishing industry. There are so many job titles that contribute to publishing. You've got betas, editors, proof readers, book doctors, agents, publicists, and lest we not forget, cover designers. I hope you enjoy!

Tell us about yourself, Nyla.

My doctor calls it hyper-creativity and offered me a pill. I just laughed! I always have projects going, you would think my home was a studio instead of an apartment. If you come visit, I would have to move a half finished oil painting, a mannequin with a dress I am creating for a photo shoot, a multi-media sculpture started more out of necessity than art made up of things that do not fit in my junk drawer, a half a dozen poetry books I am reading, a journal, the box of feathers I am using to make quill pens with, and the clay I am sculpting, just to find the dining room table so we could sit down for coffee. It is probably a good thing this is an online interview. I am a very creative person and I've always enjoyed exploring whatever avenue inspiration takes me. I do not believe in comfort zones because it is only outside of them that you can grow. I like challenging myself and learning new things, because, after all, you never know what you might be able to create until you try it.

How did you become a cover designer?

I have been a graphic artist for a long time. I did promo pieces for my radio programs and local writing events, then others started asking me to do design work for them. I have designed more things than I could possibly list, but mostly I was doing CD covers and concert posters for recording artists. I was approached by an author services company and asked if I would be interested in designing book covers. The thought fascinated me. As a writer myself, and having a background in marketing and advertising, I KNOW the importance of a good book cover, as well as how fast a bad cover can kill a great book. There is a lot of responsibility that comes along with designing a cover for a book and a lot more to creating a design than one might think. It sounded like an incredible challenge! I was in!

As a writer, one of my greatest tools of inspiration is music. Where do you find the most inspiration?

As a writer too, I agree, music is a very potent muse. It is probably the one thing that has inspired more creativity out of me than anything else. With book covers, however, it is a little different. I find inspiration in every aspect that comes into play when creating the design, things that most people might never even consider. When I mentioned before that I thought it would be a challenge, I can say now that I had no clue just what a true challenge it was going to be, or how much I was going to fall in love with the creative process! So in this case, I would have to say the challenge is the greatest source of inspiration!

What is the process to creating a book cover?

There are so many pieces of the puzzle that have to fall into place for a design concept before you even think about the design itself.

I think the fact that I am a writer as well as a photographer, comes into play very heavily with my approach to designing book covers. When I write a story, I can use as many words as it takes to get my point across. (If I use too many, it simply changes from a story to a novel.) Now, if I take the same story idea and write it as a poem, I have to be much more precise in my word choices in order to get the same point across. Were I to take the same idea and instead of writing it use my photography to convey the story, everything changes. I only have one image in which to evoke from within the viewer the same emotional response I get when I write the poem or the story or the book.

When designing a cover, I have to understand the writer, as well as understand what has been written and who it was written for. That is just the beginning: next I must discover what sets that piece of writing apart from everything else it is going to be competing with on the store shelf, and how to get that message across at a glance.

When designing a cover, I take the same approach I do with photography. It is exciting for me, finding just the right way to condense every piece of the puzzle down so that all facets of what makes a successful cover design are addressed. I always want to come up with the exact concept and design that tells someone within a three-second glance that out of every book on display, "This the one you need to pick up, this is just the book you have been looking for!"

I cannot tell you how much I enjoy doing them.

What is your favourite cover to date? Why?

I would have to say Dommemoir, written by I.G. Frederick., for several reasons. I have done several covers for this author, but this is the first one where she simply sent me the manuscript and said create something. Normally I will go over a couple of concept ideas with my clients, but I didn't on this one. At one point she did ask me what ideas I had come up with. Laughing, I asked her to just trust me, that I would have it to her in a couple of days.

What I created was entirely up to me with no input from her whatsoever. It was very cool, in a strange mad scientist sort of way. After reading Dommemoir (which by the way, changed my life forever, and is reflected in the tag line I came up with for the book) I took the elements that touched me, that made the story so powerful, and I went to work on the design. When it was finished, when I hit the send button on the proof, I held my breath, refreshed my email every five minutes, waiting for her reply.

No email came but I did get a phone call. She said "I am so glad you did not try to explain this cover to me before I saw it, I would have fought you every step of the way. But what you've created is perfect, you have, in one image, covered every critical element of the book, without giving away too much. It is absolutely perfect!"

She could have given me no better compliment than that, because that is exactly what I strive for in every cover I design. I love every thing about Dommemoir's cover, and though I love every cover I have ever created, this one is my favorite. It was different than anything I presented to her before, and I was thrilled she was happy with it!

I was even more thrilled when she called me the day after it's release and told me the numbers for the first day's sales. It goes to show you ... a good cover really can make or break a book! Getting the book off the shelf and into someones hands is 90% of the battle. Once they pick it up, the writer's words set the hook. Dommemoir had been released before, but with a cover that made no sense at all and for me had no curb appeal.

Hearing the success of the first day's sales, and having her praise the cover's role in that, was a very satisfying feeling. I take a lot of pride in what I do, it is very fulfilling for me to see my clients happy and successful!

Personal Website: http://www.nylaalisia.net/

Business Website: http://pussycatpress.com/

Facebook: www.facebook.com/nyla.alisia

List which genre(s) you create covers for:

I have yet to find a genre that I didn't enjoy doing covers or promotional support materials for. Each new cover is a journey into literature, design, and someone's dream.

Do you do freelance or not?

I do design work as a freelancer I am available to both indie authors and small presses. My services are fee-only (no royalties) with all rights for work I produce owned by the client. I also am a principal with Pussy Cat Press, which offers elegant cover design for print and electronic books, print and electronic book formatting/design, and web development and design.

In addition to covers, I design support materials and help authors with titles and tag-lines, author portraits, etc. I also do business and concept photography and book illustration work and am available to teach a number of different creative workshops classes.

DREAMS OF A HERO - CHARLIE COCHRANE

2012-02-18T01:00:00.000-08:00

Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?

I have no idea. Seriously, ideas just come into my head and I start to write. Sometimes things spur me on particularly – a little scene I’ve witnessed, like two people arguing in a car park, or something I’ve read which has sparked off the question, “What if?” Sometimes it’s more nebulous; a piece of music, a spectacular sunset, a walk along the beach which just makes me want to get down and write.

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 really don’t write what you’d call erotic. Your granny could read most of it. I would like to try my hand at a mainstream cozy mystery at some point, although no doubt there’d be a gay element.

Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?

Usually two characters and a conversation. That’s exactly how “Dreams of a Hero” began, with the conversation about whether the golden mask really had belonged to Agamemnon. For me, those conversations set the tone of a piece, they help me to get to know the characters and they start the story on its journey. I’m a total pantser so that initial part can take me anywhere. In the case of Miles and Roger in this story, it led to strange dreams of ancient Greece and then a modern day challenge to put those dreams into action.

Has your own life influenced your novels? And if so, how?

Only so far as I hoard away little incidents from the life of the Cochrane household (someone refusing to take a dose of medicine, adults rolling down hills and thinking they’ll die half way down) and then use them for my characters. Some of the dialogue, especially the funny stuff, is drawn straight from life, too.

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?

I find them incredibly difficult, but very rewarding if I write them to my (and my editor’s) satisfaction. I try to find some sort of metaphor – have got a story in edits which is set at London 2012 Paralympics, so I’ve made the sex scene full of sport related puns.

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?

Left to the imagination. I do write sex scenes but they tend to be lyrical rather than explicit “stuffing the Christmas turkey” type. I tell my daughters that I type all the sex scenes with my eyes shut, anyway.

Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why?

Jonty Stewart. He’s great fun to write, he’s the sort of man you’d love next to you in a crisis, he’s flawed enough to be interesting and he gets away with saying and doing all sorts of things. I guess he reflects the mischievous part of my personality, too. (And as I see him in my mind’s eye, he’s ridiculously handsome!)

Dreams of a Hero was inspired originally by the Matt Alber song “Beotia”. And the Mary Renault Alexander trilogy. I wanted to write about the Theban Band but it’s not an era I know enough about so I cheated by combining the modern day with dreams set back in Ancient Greece. Thos dreams have an unexpected effect on the person who has them.

Just for fun–

What is your favourite colour(s)?

To wear? Black and red. To look at? That piercing ble you only get in England in a spring or autumn sky.

Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?

Great hero, of cause, although I like them a touch flawed. Jack Aubrey, Peter Wimsey, Alan Turing…

What is your favourite movie? And why?

Master and Commander. Because it makes me laugh and cry and grab the edge of my chair. And it does it all with intellectual and emotional honesty.

If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?

If you’d asked me that when I was younger I’d have said, “Someone who was so good at cricket that they’d be the first woman to have played for the England Men’s team – and I’d like to be drop dead gorgeous, with it.” Now? I wouldn’t want to be anyone but me.

Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?

Where I’d like it to be is for the Cambridge Fellows series to have got mainstream cozy mystery recognition. With maybe a TV adaptation in the works?

Website: www.charliecochrane.co.uk

Dreams of a Hero

Blurb:

Mild-mannered and unassuming, Miles is on a journey he never expected. After a visit to Greece with his partner, Roger, he begins to experience vivid dreams in which he travels back in history and takes on the role of avenging hero.

Roger notices Miles's newfound bravery during his waking hours and is concerned that his lover is changing into someone he doesn't recognize.

When they discover a gay-friendly café is being plagued by violent thugs, Miles is uncharacteristically determined to take action, no matter the cost. Roger argues it would be both dangerous and pointless to intervene, but Miles insists he's been called to fight an army, and now he's found one.

Excerpt:

The shield was tall and heavy, but the bearer was taller still. This gave little advantage when it meant he could get such a clear view of the advancing lines of troops. Miles adjusted his stance for comfort, staring oncoming death in the eye. “Which one is he?”

“The small one, that’s what they say.” Roger held the spear straight, never wavering even in the heat of impending battle. “Word is he’ll be leading the cavalry, away from where his father’s stationed.”

“Can’t have two firebrands together in case the whole world catches flame?” Miles managed a rueful smile. “They say he’s handsome, the son.”

“And spoken for.” The smile was returned.

“I only said he was rumoured to be handsome, not that I wanted him to carry me off to his tent.” Miles adjusted his stance again, eliminating any chink in the shield wall.

“You might be grateful if that were your fate, come nightfall.” Roger shivered. “I pray we’ll survive to joke about this. Now comes the deluge.”

“Deluge? Don’t you mean the conflagration, with the son of fire at its head? And with Hades’ gates wide open in his wake.”

The company turned slightly, as the horses came charging over the plain of Chaeronea.

Miles woke with a start.

Purchase Link: Carina Press

Thanks for the great interview, Charlie! I wish you the best of success in the future. Dreams of a Hero sounds wonderful!

Blak Rayne

BOUND BY TEMPTATION - KHARISMA RHAYNE

2012-02-15T11:10:00.000-08:00

Welcome to BRB, sweeties! My guest today is quite special. Not only is she a co-conspirator at Red Lipstick Journals, she's a fellow writer, a friend, one extremely talented lady, and someone I deeply admire, Kharisma Rhayne. Thanks so much for the interview, hun. It's great to have you!

Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?

I write for my kids. My inspiration lies within them. I want to be able to be home full time and take care of them….to be able to drop everything and run when they need something. Even though they are getting older, they still need Mom. I’ve been very fortunate to be able to keep us all close and I don’t want anything getting in the way.

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 write in a variety of genres but most all have some element of erotic in them. I almost feel that life and sex are one in the same, so how do you write to an adult audience without including sex? Sex is just natural. It has to be there.

Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?

Wow, for me this is all over the place. Sometimes a title will hit me first. Other times a character or two will pop into my head demanding to be heard. Then, other times, a plot will hit me and I struggle with mapping out the perfect characters to place with it.

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?

I’m the oddball. The sex and romance is the easiest part for me to write. It’s everywhere else that I have an issue. Well, sometimes. Some books just flow so much easier than others and sometimes the characters cooperate more. Anyway, sex and romance are the easy parts for me.

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 love open and bold. I think a lot of people lack confidence in certain personal desires. I try to let those out for everyone in my books. Outdoor sex, trying new things and so on.

Just for fun–

What is your favourite colour(s)?

Pink and black

Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?

I’ve always gone for the bad guys – so, villains.

What is your favourite movie? And why?

It’s honestly a tossup between Troy and Death Race. What a difference right? I love ancient Greece and have been obsessed with historical accuracy (which, by the way, troy is not). But I love the warriors and actually can recite this movie word for word. For Death Race? Well, Jason Statham, of course.

If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?

You know, I really just want to be me. I have great kids and every struggle I’ve had got me to this point. I wouldn’t change a thing.

Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?

Hopefully selling millions and millions. Don’t we all hope for that? Seriously. I don’t know. I hope to see several of my series’ doing well and maybe be able to pay the mortgage and car payment off my royalties.

Website: www.kharismarhayne.com

Bound by Temptation 1: Nigel & Lance

Blurb:

Nigel is a professional sports player with a wonderful boyfriend at home. Their sex is always hot and Lance is always willing to do whatever it takes to keep Nigel happy. But, what has Nigel been hiding?

Excerpt:

Lance lay on the couch in his boxer briefs, remote in hand, clicking through the channels. You would think with over two hundred and sixty channels he would be able to find something to watch.

Truthfully, he was becoming bored with television, movies, and the internet. When he had first started staying home and taking care of the house, he thought it was great. But too much time indoors and away from other people quickly made him depressed. Lance was way past bored, it had to be depression. He was no more than a kept housewife.

He threw down the remote as he heard keys in the door.

“Lance, I’m home from the game early.” Nigel yelled out louder than needed, obviously still in team spirit mode. Was he picking a fight? Maybe. Maybe he had gotten so bored and disgusted he would rather be childish than rational. Was he more disgusted with himself or with Nigel?

Lance rolled his eyes. “I’m here, where else would I be? I never go anywhere other than the grocery store. Or have you gotten so busy with your game wins, football friends, and new records?” He knew he sounded like a spoiled brat, but he just couldn’t help it.

“What? I thought you enjoyed the things you have here. Are you unhappy being with me?” Nigel didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer, they’d been together for five years. He couldn’t imagine life without Lance.

“I do enjoy being with you. What I don’t enjoy is being locked away. I’m gay. You’re gay. Why are we hiding it? Are you ashamed of me or of being gay?”

“It’s work. We’ve had this discussion before. You enjoy the millions I make on my football contract as much as I do. I won’t be able to play forever. Everything is temporary. In years to come I’ll retire and we can do whatever we wish while having a nice bank account to do it on.” He doubted that would appease Lance since Nigel was only twenty-six.

Lance rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that sounded somewhat like “greedy bastard.”

“You know full well you won’t be retiring for years to come. Money. I couldn’t possibly care less about money. Sure it’s nice and it makes things easier, but I’d love you and want to be with you even if we live under a box in a dark alley.”

Nigel really hated these conversations. They were a total buzz kill for his victory mood. Every time he thought this was behind them, Lance would slip into a funk and drag it all back up. Hell, sometimes Lance could be so moody. The ignorant bastards Nigel had to be so careful around growing up would have labeled him as the husband and Lance as the wife in their relationship. He had just wanted to come home and celebrate with Lance rather than fight with him.

Purchase Link: No Boundaries Press

A LITTLE BIT OF ANGST - BL MORTICIA

2012-02-12T22:02:00.001-08:00

Greetingsfans.

AlthoughI’m still new to the genre, I’ve noticed in a lot of m/m romances or gay books,there’s a lot of tension and/or angst in the books. Characters aren’tcomfortable with their sexuality, not happy about being called gay, or theirrejecting their partners because they aren’t ready to come out. In fact, I’dsay most of the books I’ve read and or seen have these scenarios as part of theplotline. Why? Because it makes for a great story and sometimes that goesbeyond the realm of erotica.

Inour genre, there’s got to be a reason for the sex. Why are my characterssuddenly in bed and tearing each other’s clothes off? They’re finally togetherafter the one who had the issues with being gay has come to their senses andfeel’s a sense of relief.

Inmy latest book, You Don’t Ask We Don’tTell: Basic Training, my MC Cody doesn’t like that his friends and dad haveshunned him. He’s looking for a way out and thinks the Army is the answer toall his problems. Might be, might not. You’ll have to read to find out.

Thetension in this story is what made it fun to write. Yeah, making my maincharacter suffer a case of blue balls throughout might’ve hurt but hey, it’swhat makes it more enjoyable for the reader. This whole series will have thatincluding book two where Cody and his new best friend attempt to get on withtheir lives after basic training. I’ll tell you this much. It won’t be easy.

Hopeyou’ll check it out!

BLMorticia with her snarky series about a man looking to shed his"gayness" The Army's the place to get right, right? Think again!

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OverallBlurb

Agay curious young man whose fell over the fence more than a couple of times isseeking the armed forces to become more of a straight man under the duress ofhis family. He leaves behind his on and off again lover, Dari Kirk.

Atthe local recruiter’s office, he meets Corporal Justin Belvidere who can tellhe’s hiding something. Running away from something he needs. He knows just whattraining facility to send him to. The one part of the army that everyone knowsto be one of the finest and most upstanding platoons in the armed forces butthey have hidden secrets.

CaptainMorris Dunst runs Army company 9669. A proud group of men known for theirtenacity, wit, and strength. He’s produced some of the best soldiers in his tenyear tenure, teaching them how to be real men.

That take it all likemen.

Excerpt PG

When he straightened the wheel,he got out the truck, sprinting to the place he hoped held his ticket out ofhere. He opened the doors, letting a couple of army men out before he went in.

“Wow,” he mouthed, glancingabout the place as if he were a tourist. Large hallways, cream colored wallswith decorative crown molding. The floors were made of linoleum. Everything wasso clean. The glare blinded Cody.

His eyes fixed of the smallline of men huddled together to hand their papers to a soldier sitting behindthe desk. Cody tightly gripped the application in his hands.

DoI really want to do this? How will I handle being yelled at by someonebasically the whole time I’m there?

Suddenly, young McCayne beganto question his decision. He tapped his feet, fumbling with his free fingers ashe eyed the men talking with the representative.

Whyam I doing this?

Yes, why the fuck was he?Joining the army just so he could gain acceptance? Make his asshole dad proudof him? Would this be worth it?

“Iknowiwantthisiknowihaveto…damnit!”He grit his teeth.

What if he didn’t like armylife? What if the captain was an asshole he wouldn’t be able to tolerate?

Whatam I saying? They’re all assholes. None worse than my dear old dad.

The men in front of him inchedcloser to the recruiter’s desk.

Cody could feel his palmssweating along with his brow.

Whatthe fuck? I need to man up. That’s my whole reason for doing this right?

He straightened his shouldersand cleared his throat.

Onlyone more ahead of me. I can do this!

The young man shrugged hisshoulders and gulped hard. He stuffed one hand in his pocket and eyes dartedfrom left to right.

Ohmy fuckin’ God, I’m gonna…

“Next!” The man in front of himmoved away and suddenly it was Cody’s turn. “Yes…um…Sir?”

The guy behind the desk gavehim a wry smile. “Yeah, you ready to come serve your country, boy?” He has aslight southern accent and piercing blue eyes.

Damn,the man is hot.

BL iscurrently a published writer with RebelInk and Naughty Nights Press.Her first two novellas, My Lieutenant and Something Fresh Served Hot are silverstars on All Romance Ebooks. She writes bi weekly for Erotic Diaries with Rawiya and acolumn twice a month on BlakRayne Books

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Thanks for the great post, BL! It's wonderful to have you as always. All the best, hun!

Blak Rayne

CRIMSON DAWN - RONNIE MASSEY

2012-02-11T02:30:00.000-08:00

Tell us about yourself, Ronnie.

I'm an out, single mother of two wonderful girls. Aside from writing, I work at a local Assisted Living Facility, with ALZ residents. I have a healthy obsession with the Twilight Saga, which has led to my getting a Cullen Crest tattoo on my wrist. I'm an all around creative person; I write, draw, paint, and sing. My drawing morphed into tattooing and a rather large collection of body art. I have somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 tattoos.

Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?

I'm an avid reader, and love the paranormal and fantasy genres so many ideas have come from my thinking about particular authors storylines and wondering how I would have written a particular creature or paranormal race. I also like folklore and mythology, so lots of idea's have sprang from those subjects. I haven't tackled Greek and Roman mythology; just Egyptian, but it's coming.

What made you chose to write paranormal/urban fantasy literature in particular? And is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why?

I chose erotic literature because when the first books that I got really hooked on as a teenager were Loveswept novels. They didn't shy away from or skim over the erotic aspects of their characters relationships and I was hooked on them. I was so taken with the love scenes that I began writing my own. In high-school I was picked on relentlessly, but somehow, I can't remember exactly how, someone got a hold of one of my stories and passed it around the classroom. From that day on the picking began to taper off. I went from the girl to pick on, to the girl to get erotic stories from. In the future I would like to publish a book of non-paranormal short stories and poetry. While the majority of my works are paranormal romances or urban fantasies; I have another side of me that I can't wait to share with readers.

Has your own life influenced your novels? And if so, how?

Yes, some aspects of my life have influenced my writing. As a lesbian, I saw a lack of paranormal stories that had strong lesbian protagonist. There are a few great ones out there, but in my opinion, nowhere nearly enough. So with that in mind I decided to write my own paranormal novel with a lesbian protagonist. I didn't want the a female character that thought she was attracted to women, but couldn't go there because it just wasn’t her, or anything like that. So a good portion of my adult titles have lesbian protagonist.

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?

Yes I find them to be a challenge at times. The wording has to fit the character and story that you're writing, so I can't just have a character blurt out something that wouldn't fit their personality. It's a headache trying to find ten or twelve different ways to say 'clit', and 'vagina' is not a sexy word at all. Some days I just have to step away from the story because I stress to much over making sure it's right, take a breather, and come back with fresh eyes. I can usually sit down and write it then.

Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why?

I don't think I can pick one because I have so many characters that I love. I can narrow it down to two; vampire, Valeria Trumaine, and Lawless, a type of Fae called an Omnimorph. I love writing Val because she takes crap from no one and is very loyal and fiercely protective of the people that she loves. Val is opinionated and mouthy and looks before she leaps, but she has a very good heart.

My reasons for my love of writing Lawless are very different. I make Lawless a tattoo artist, so that's something I can relate to and know alot about. I also made her a diehard Xena fan...that's me. When I write, I sometimes see a particular actress or actor in my head as my character. Whenever I write Lawless I see Rhona Mitra and Gabrielle Union, depending on what form she's in...both jaw dropping, smoking hot women.

Crimson Dawn isn't my newest release, but it is my non-self published title. It was published by Copperhill Media and rides the line between being a paranormal romance and urban fantasy. The main protagonist is pureblood vampire Valeria Trumaine.

Crimson Dawn follows Val as she and her roommate, Irulan attempt to track down Val’s ex-fiance after he turns rouge. It’s equal parts paranormal romance and urban fantasy. The relationship between Val and Irulan is a driving force of the storyline, but there is loads of action. Val is very ‘in-your-face’ and that gets her into a bit of trouble., more than once.

Irulan’s inclusion into the hunt for Tristan is unexpected and brings an entirely new set of problems to the table; one being the attraction between the two women that refuses to stay hidden anymore, and another being a secret from Ire’s past that turns the tide of their investigation.

Just for fun–

What is your favourite colour(s)?

Blue and black

Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?

A great hero.

What is your favourite movie? And why?

The Twilight Saga, all of them. I am a diehard, uber, ultra, Twilight fan. Don't know if it's because of Alice or what, but I love those movies and books. My kids HATE anything Twilight related at this point. Aside from them, next on my list is Underworld...Kate B. as a vamp, in all that black leather fighting Lycans...yup, I do love Underworld.

If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?

Bill Gates. He's a great humanitarian. I would love to be in his shoes and contribute to some charities that I think are worth wild, like the Trevor Project and It Gets Better.

Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?

I see myself as the owner of my own e-publishing company; which I am currently working towards with a partner. In five years I will be on the fourth book of my DarkLife Saga, and also introduced readers to my Nephillim Chronicles, Freaks, and Wolves of Goose Creek Series. In ten years I will have branched off from my DarkWorld stories and paranormal / urban fantasy works, and delved into poetry and spoken word.

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Genre(s): Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

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Crimson Dawn: DarkLife Saga Book I

Blurb:

When vampire Valeria Trumaine comes home one morning to find her father waiting for her, she knows she’s about to get trouble in spades. But she never imagined it would come in the form of her ex-fiancé. Now she must confront old demons and face new possibilities as she struggles to bring the rouge vampire to justice.

After she left him, Valeria avoided Tristan like the plague, but now that he’s gone rogue, she’s going to have to utilize every thing she’s learned as a sentinel to find him. Finding Tristan proves to be more dangerous than anyone realized. He’s changed in unimaginable ways; becoming more powerful than his pursuers ever fathomed.

Refusing to let her face the abomination that Tristan has become, alone, Val’s best friend and Tuatha princess, Irulan, joins the hunt. Valeria will find that Irulan’s motives for keeping her safe aren’t what she thinks. Soon she’s faced with an undeniable attraction that makes her question everything she knew about herself.

Excerpt:

Crunch! I looked down at the broken glass under my foot and took a quick glance back at the sleeping man sprawled across the bed. Good – still asleep. The last thing I needed was for Michael… Mitch… Matthew… whatever his name is, to wake up while I was trying to make a smooth getaway before the sun got too high in the sky.

While the night before had proved to be very entertaining for us both, I wasn’t looking for anything beyond a one-night stand. As my luck would have it, I picked a guy that liked to cuddle after sex and actually talk about his feelings, most involving us getting to know each other better. Yeah – I’ll pass.

While the sex was good, I had my doubts that it was worth all this. Now I know that may sound rather whorish, but most Vampires don’t see promiscuity as such a terrible thing. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand for us; they increase our chances of having successful feedings. Humans don’t tend to take a few missing pints so bad if they’ve had an incredible night of sex the night before.

Maintaining anonymity does matter. To make sure I kept my own, I placed a few mental blocks in said cuddle bunny’s mind, (i.e. Glamour). I hate messing with people’s heads, but it was the only way to make sure he wouldn’t show up at my favorite Extras club, The Den, looking for me later. The next time he saw me he would vaguely remember some chick he thought he went to high school with. The blocks wouldn’t mean shit though if I couldn’t get out of the house without accidentally waking him. I’d go from last night’s thrill to trespassing burglar – Not high on my ‘to do’ list.

Fortunately, with a little burst of vamp speed I was out of the house and into my car in a matter of seconds, kicking myself the entire way for carelessly knocking over the glass in the first place. As soon as I slid into my leather seat and shut the door, my cell phone started to ring. I didn’t even have to look down to know that it was my roommate Irulan. She was the only person that would have the gall to call me in the morning when any decent Vampire was safely in bed.

“Yeah, this is Val, talk.”

Irulan huffed on the other end. I could almost see her green eyes rolling with aggravation. “Valeria, you’ve really got to work on your phone etiquette. You have all the social graces of a sloth.”

I shrugged my shoulders despite the fact that she couldn’t see them, and pulled my burgundy Fusion into traffic. “I knew it was you Ire, so why bother with the pleasantries?”

Instead of the snappy comeback I expected, I heard nothing but silence…

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Thanks so much for doing this interview, Ronnie. Your book sounds good. I wish you the very best for the future!

Blak Rayne

SHIFTERS 'R' US (9) - EDWARD KENDRICK

2012-02-09T22:30:00.000-08:00

By the time they were fifty yards into the mine shaft it was pitch darkexcept for the illumination from the flashlights Terry and Alfie had broughtwith them. The temperature seemed to warm slightly the deeper into the shaftthey moved, the result, Terry thought, of the earth holding lingering heat fromthe sun. Undoubtedly if it had been summer they would have thought it coolinstead.

They moved forward, looking for the tunnel that Rémy had said theyshould turn into, off of the main shaft. They found it, finally, and from therethe second and then the third one.

“This place is huge,” Alfie murmured at one point. “We could end up inTimbuktu by the time we find him.”

“Well, perhaps Central City,” Terry replied with a chuckle.

After what seemed like hours, they eventually arrived at the last of thetunnels. Its ceiling was low, so low that Terry had to bend to keep his hairfrom brushing it. As they made their way down the tunnel it got progressivelysmaller until Terry finally suggested they shift. Moments later a dog and a catwere traversing the final length of the tunnel. Ahead of them they saw a faintlight that came from around a sharp turn.

The cat held up one paw and when the dog gave a nod the cat slunk downto peer around the corner. He saw a small cavern hewn out of the rock. Alantern stood close to the entrance, momentarily blinding him to whatever mightbe behind it. He heard a soft rustling and then someone said, “A cat?”

The voice sounded young, young enough to be Rémy. The cat crept forwarduntil he could see the owner, confirmed visually that it was the teen, andshifted. Seconds later Alfie crouched there, fully clothed.

“Dr. Livingston, I presume.”

“Umm, yeah, right. Sure.” Rémy smiled slightly. “Old joke.”

Alfie shrugged before calling out for Terry to join them. He did,shifting as soon as he was inside the cavern. “Nice digs, if you’re a fox,” hecommented as he took off his heavy jacket.

“The best I could find that’s safe,” Rémy replied. “A dog and a cat huh?I didn’t know shifters came in those forms.”

“There are more things in heaven and earth…” Alfie intoned.

“Than are dreamt of… Yeah, I know. Hamlet, right? So, anyways, whatnow?”

“Now you tell us everything,” Terry said as he sat down on the stonefloor and rested his elbows on his knees.

Rémy nodded warily. He waited until Alfie had settled as well and thenbegan to pace the small area. “Oliver, that’s my brother, was my idol while Iwas growing up. He was everything I wanted to be, tall, muscular, sure ofhimself, nothing seemed to faze him. Then, about two years ago, just before hewas killed, something changed. I don’t think mom and dad noticed but I did.Oliver seemed wary, tense. He stopped kidding around with me like he used to,or letting me hang with him, which he sometimes did before.”

“You’re certain all this wasn’t just because he’d realized he was anadult now and you were still a kid?” Alfie asked.

“I thought so at first, yeah. But even at home he was like that, likelooking over his shoulder all the time.”

Alfie glanced at Terry. ‘So farthat fits with what he wrote in his journal’

‘So far. Let’s see wherehe goes from here’ Aloud, Terry asked, “Rémy, did you ever try to talkwith him about how he was acting?”

“Once and he shut me down big time.” Rémy worried the corner of his lipsbetween his teeth. “So…I followed him a couple of times when he went out.”

“And?”

“The first time it was just nothing. He met some friends for dinner anda movie. But the second time was different. He went to a bar, which was weird‘cause he was death on drinking. I waited outside, across the street so I couldsee both exits. He came out, umm, half an hour later or so, from the rear door,with this dude. They were, I guess sneaky about it. First Oliver comes out andleans against the wall where it’s dark. Then the dude joins him. He was allinto the business suit look but still, I don’t know, he was like tough. If thatmakes sense.”

“As if it wasn’t how he usually dressed?”

Rémy thought a second and shook his head. “More like…like in a moviewhere the gangster or the agent always dresses well but you know he’s reallyscary underneath that, if you get what I mean.” When the two men nodded, hecontinued. “They were talking real serious and then Oliver gave the mansomething. Well, slipped it to him. Like I said, they were in the shadows butI’ve got good eyesight, like you all probably do. I could see it was paper, butnot money.”

“Information maybe?” Terry asked.

“Maybe. I couldn’t tell you know, not the details. So after that the mangoes to a car parked in the lot and takes off. Oliver waits a few and then hegoes back into the bar. Ten minutes later he’s coming out the front door. Helooked around…Honest it was just like in some spy movie, the way he was acting.Then he walks down the street to his car and takes off.”

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Thanks so much for another great excerpt, hun! I just love your stories. I hope everyone else liked it as well. Edward and I have swapped blogs this Friday. To read my article just click on Edward's blog link above! Tomorrow, author Ronnie Massey is @ BRB. Have a great weekend, sweeties!

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Blak Rayne

SPIN OUT - JAMES BUCHANAN

2012-02-07T22:30:00.000-08:00

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.

Website: www.James-Buchanan.com

Spin Out

Blurb:

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.

Excerpt:

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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BLOOD MOON, YELLOW SKY

2012-02-05T22:06:00.003-08:00

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.

Website: http://www.amburns.com

“Blood Moon, Yellow Sky”

Blurb:

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?

Excerpt:

“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

FFAF - FABULOUS DRAWINGS

2012-02-02T22:00:00.000-08:00

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 ^_^!!

COUNTERMEASURE

2012-01-31T22:30:00.000-08:00

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.

Why?

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.

Website Link: http://caduobooks.com/index.php

Countermeasure

Blurb:

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.

Excerpt:

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.

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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

WHAT'S SO SEXY ABOUT TATTOOS?

2012-01-29T22:13:00.002-08:00

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

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

What about a full back tattoo?

Ooh impressive! Pretty hot whenthere’s a hot man that’s sporting it and hopefully when these people considergetting them they think about how it looks on their fleshiest parts. Nothingworse than showing the ink and erm, the body is just uh, well, gross! *frowns*

Tattoos have been around forcenturies 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 littlecutesy ink, like butterflies or flowers. Hey all of this is well and good butto me, the sexiest are the hot men and women that go all out.

This is a great example of a man “goingall out.” Wouldn’t you love to lick that? Trace the outlines of it with yourtongue 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? Inkis just really hot and there’s no wonder why so many people are deciding totake the plunge.

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

Book One

Something Fresh Served Hot

BLMorticia

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

After the initial meetingin which Jimmy feels uncomfortable with Alex's stares, Jimmy cultivates afriendship with Alex which develops into something totally different than hehimself expects. This shocks him and he tries to fight it but because ofhis growing feelings he decides to pursue it despite all of what he has beentaught.

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

Excerpt: R Jimmy mentions Alex’stattoo

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

I stopped to look at him. He beganmopping in here, cleaning some spilled grease. “No, no, I wanna stay and helpyou, Al.” Since we’d become chummy, I called him Al. “I don’t have anywhere togo.” It was true, I didn’t. I hadn’t hooked up with hot pussy since he and Ifirst 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, trackingdirt everywhere while I’m trying to get the place clean. I’m sure that yourlittle black book has some treats that you could find to get into for theevening,” 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 areplaying tonight.”

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

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

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

How do you know what I wanna see?

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

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

I exhaled and stepped closer to myfriend, 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 coupleof weeks, huh? You aren’t my boss yet.” I rubbed his muscle.

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

Being only inches away from him mademe 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 metand I know I haven’t had any dick. What the fuck, man? It’s cool for us to bearound each other sometimes but not every single fuckin’ evening…we aren’tdatin’!”

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

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

I locked my gaze with his and closed the gap in between us. Itook his face in my hands, and yanked him into me. Once I did, I enveloped hislips. 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 ofemotions. Everything my dad told me as a boy flooded my brain. Real men cannotbe in love with each other. The preacher in the pulpit talking about hell forhomosexuals, the teasing and taunts of kids who were homos at high school, therandom stupid talk on the street and my thoughts about how I could, in nopossible 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, grippingonto his back.

He tried to struggle away from mebut after awhile, he stopped fighting and reciprocated the embrace. Alexwrapped 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 mymouth 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 wasintoxicating.

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

BL is currently a published writerwith Rebel Ink and Naughty Nights Press. Her first two novellas, My Lieutenantand Something Fresh Served Hot are Silver Stars on ARe. She writes bi weeklyfor Erotic Diaries with Rawiyaand a column twice a month on Blak RayneBooks

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SHIFTERS 'R' US (8) - Edward Kendrick

2012-01-27T08:21:00.001-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Umm, I think it would be yours actually.” Terry laughed and raced outof 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 doyou know that I don’t,” he asked warily.

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

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

“That’s why we’re in Old Bessie and not the car,” Terry replied, pattingthe 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 thislet’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 thealmost 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 theirdestination just to the right. Literally just to the right since with thedriving snow he could barely see three yards in any direction. He was just gladthey were the only ones stupid enough to be on the road at the moment. Heturned a bit too fast and felt the jeep swerve. Biting his lip hard, he managedto keep it from sliding into the building that loomed in front of them. With ahuge sigh of relief he got the jeep stopped. Then he carefully pulled itforward and around the building so that it wouldn’t be visible from the road ifit 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 creasedwith 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 hadwaited until the snow storm had passed.” Terry squinted in an attempt to gethis bearings. “He said to go up the hill behind the blue house. I see blue,” hepointed, “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 wasthere was no indication anyone had been here recently from the fact that thesnow was relatively smooth ahead of them. The blue building had been a home atone time. They worked their way around to the back and saw the hill just asRémy had said.

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

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

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

“You’re sure this isn’t the Continental Divide,” Alfie grumbled at onepoint, 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 fewhundred yards ahead of them. A mine supply house, ramshackle but still standingmet them first. Behind it, almost hidden from view, was the mineshaft.

“Tourists must not come up here,” Terry said as he looked at the supplyof 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, lookingfor 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 fewfeet inside the shaft.

“Then let’s find him.”

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BAD BLOOD - CHERIE DENIS

2012-01-24T23:11:00.003-08:00

Tell usabout 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 greatsupport system. Two of our nieces also do a lot of promo for me. I love myhusband with all my heart. I'm crazy about cats - we have two. I think orchidsare the most beautiful flowers on God's green earth. There have been manyups and downs in my life, but still I feel so very blessed.

Whatmade you chose to write erotic literature in particular? And is there any othergenre 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 sexualact and marriage and I was close to twelve when I found my dad's Playmatemagazines. Considering the pictures in them then were very conservative, theystill rocked my world. In the ten years I've been writing, I've tried my handat a murder mystery, a vampire story, and several M/M. When I first startedwriting I wrote several full-length contemporary with some fairly steamyscenes. I've written in several genre, but no matter what I write italways 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.

Whichappears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/orthe title?

That is a hard question to answer. I'd say ingeneral it's usually the plot that comes to me first. I've been told severaltimes I'm terrible at giving my books names. I usually give it a working nameand my manager, Leslie, or my dear writing friend Marie Nicole Ryan, who is amember of my writers group, are the ones who come up with the final name. Bothwomen are great at picking just the right name for the story.

What’sthe hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end?Why?

The middle is my nemesis. Sometimes I feel likeI'm slogging through mud and I'm always afraid the middle will be boring. Ihave found a few good sex scenes in the middle perk things right up.

Do youhave a method you use to write the sensual parts? Do you prefer the sex to beopen 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 mynovels the sex is for pleasure and to move the romance to a higher level.

Are yourcharacters based on people you know? Or are they completely fictitious?

I can honestly say my characters are completelyfictitious. 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 toyour imagination. Let's face it - I love love and sex. They make theworld go round.

Who isyour favorite character, which you’ve created? And why?

Edward Declain III from Bad Blood. He's goodhearted, handsome and masculine, loves his wife to distraction. He's a vampirewho hates the taste of blood and wants to become a human so he will stop usinghis wife for sustenance.

Tell usabout your latest novel.

I have 5 books coming out in the next month andI wish I could give one of them. My latest release was Bad Blood in Oct. Everythingof interest regarding this book can be found on Manic Readers site.

Maniac Readers

Just forfun–

What isyour favorite color(s)?

I love the color purple, the deeper and richerthe color the better.

Which doyou prefer a great hero or a great villain?

I prefer a great hero. I want a man who isfunny, sweet, large and good looking. And, like the song said, he needs to havea 'slow hand'. I want the women in my stories to be strong, yet feminine. Idon't like to write about whining or crying women if I can avoid it.

What isyour favorite movie? And why?

The Beguiled with Clint Eastwood. It is a very sensuousmovie, sexual without being blatant. In his young years Mr. Eastwood was veryhandsome and it only served to make the movie even sexier. I only saw themovie 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 youcould be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?

I would like to be Marilyn Monroe in this dayand 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. Fiftyyears ago women were chattel to be seen and not heard. It was expected that awoman could be used and abused all in the name of love. She was not the bimboshe always played. She really was intelligent, just unwise in her choice of menand that could have been because they promised her the world. Obviously, herway of life became too much for her in the end.

Where doyou see your writing career in the next five to ten years?

I'm hoping to be able to have at least 3novella's published a year and a notebook on the side of my desk with lettersfrom editors asking for more.

I can dream can't I ?

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Bad Blood

Blurb:

Edward DeClain III married his soul mate, butthere 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 haveto offer for she is well trained in the art of lovemaking. But still, Edward ismiserable.

There is one thing keeping their marriage frombeing perfect; Clarissa wants children and children are the only thing hecannot give her. Edward knows his progeny will carry the vampire gene. Thethought makes him ill for he wants his children to be human.

He searches the family's library looking for acure. Somewhere there must be one. Diligence and Clarissa help him find theanswer. However, he soon realizes he cannot carry through the plan without herhelp.

The answer is painfully clear; only in deathcan he be reborn. Clarissa loves her husband, but isn't sure she will beable to do her part of the plan, even if it may possibly make Edward human. Canshe do the unimaginable, or will she become a widow?

Excerpt:

Edward DeClain III climbed out of the highfeather 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 whatwas out there, but it didn't matter. He'd seen it all many times before. Thefact he could see little or nothing didn't bother him one whit. He'd been hereso long, so very long. So long in fact he'd lost count of the years.

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

Clouds covered the moon. Gloom and doom. Suitedhis mood perfectly.

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

His cock stirred, filling and rising, pullinghis balls up tight against his body. He was exhausted. He'd given his all andshe, 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 protestedmaking love was nasty and so their husbands went elsewhere for their pleasure.

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

Her voice was only in his mind. She was dead tothe world.

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

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

Edward stood next to the bed and brushedClarissa's curls away from her face. He leaned over to kiss her. His bellyclenched and he gagged. Had he done that to her? Devil take him. How could hehave damaged her beautiful, soft skin? It disgusted him and yet he could notstop.

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

THE DEVIL'S TRAP - HONORIA RAVENA

2012-01-22T22:30:00.000-08:00

Welcome, sweeties! Thanks so much for stopping by. Todays guest is paranormal, romance writer, Honoria Ravena!

Tell us about yourself.

I’m a paranormal romance writer. I love to belly dance. I’m currently got to school to be an Aesthetician, which has to do with skin care and makeup application. I’m a makeup junky!

What made you chose to write romantic literature in particular? And is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why?

I’ve just loved romance forever. Even when I was younger I read YA books with more of a romance plot. And then as you get older sex just goes hand in hand with love and so I started reading the dirtier books.

Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?

For me a (very) basic plot comes up first. It’s not even really a plot, more like a good beginning of a back cover blurb. After that ideas just start flying. For example, the first idea I got for The Devil’s Trap was “What if the vampire this woman is hunting kidnaps her brother and turns him?” It just snowballs from there.

What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why?

Middle, middle, middle. And I can tell you an exact range of the word count too. Things start to get hard around 26,000 words. I’m hoping it gets difficult there because I don’t plot. Remember that small idea I had? Well it only equals the beginning of a story. After that I go blank on how to end it, and that’s the point where I actually have to sit down and think out the rest of the book.

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?

It really depends on my mood. If I’m super into the flow of my story, those things just go. BUT I have a tendency to stop writing in the middle of sex scenes. I don’t know why, I just must get writing burn out at that point because there is so much detail and emotion that goes into them. When I stop writing, I lose flow, and when I come back that sex scene will just be dead in the water. At that point I just have to push through and go back and fix it when I rewrite the story. Also, if for some reason I’m not in the mood for the sex scene, I just have to push through it and I’ll think it sucks. Oddly enough, those usually end up being the hottest scenes in the books.

Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why?

My favorite so far is the character in my recent release, Zarek. He’s a sarcastic, pain in the ass. Definitely one of my bad boys. He won’t take crap from anyone, and he’s always going to tell you what he thinks without sugar coating. He always gets his way.

Just for fun–

What is your favourite colour(s)?

I love blue. Cerulean blue.

Which do you prefer a great hero, or a great villain?

A great hero. Because in the end I want a love story, and I like to see hard ass men get bowled over by bold women that they can’t resist loving.

What is your favourite movie? And why?

Wow I’ve got so many, it’s hard to pick one. I guess the first Terminator movie. I was raised on it. It’s got a bit of a tragic love story and a heck of a lot of action. It just never gets old. In my world it’s a classic.

If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?

I’d be J.R. Ward or Rachel Brice. I’d be J.R. Ward because I admire her writing skill and her discipline, which I lack. Rachel Brice (for those that don’t know) is an amazing tribal fusion belly dancer. Again, I admire her self-discipline and mad skills. She also gets to travel the world doing what she loves, and I want to do that. I’d spend the rest of my life traveling if I could.

Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?

I hope to be published with a NY publisher. The dream is a Penguin imprint like Berkley. I’d also like the self-publish some books, and continue doing some work with e-book companies. I really want to grow as an author and be published in various formats and eventually various niches in the romance genre. Also, the big dream is to be able to support myself as a writer. It probably won’t happen, with the way publishing and the economy is going, but I can cross my fingers and work towards it.

Website: http://www.honoriaravena.com

The Devil’s Trap

Blurb:

Regan is the best vampire hunter money can buy. But when she's paid to kill one of the most powerful vampires in existence, she doesn't realize she's in way over her head. Things go terribly wrong, and there is no escape...

Zarek is so powerful, he scares other vampires. One little hunter should be no challenge. However, Regan is different, and as soon as he sees her, he will do anything to keep her. But she's a stubborn woman who refuses to let someone else control her.

When a powerful enemy comes to town, she's forced to trust Zarek with her life. Who is the larger threat? The man out to destroy humankind? Or the vampire determined to own her heart?

Excerpt:

I reached the wooden bar and slid onto a sleek black stool with a groan of relief. In front of me, a shirtless vampire buffed the countertop, muscles flexing with each circle he made. Now this was a guy you actually dreamed about seeing naked. He was built like a god. Every muscle toned to perfection. He had probably been a big, chiseled guy before, and vampire blood washed away any flaws he might have had as a mortal. His raven-black hair gleamed in the lights. He was the perfect thing to bring in young women for a bite on the neck.

I sighed in pure feminine pleasure. Just because he was a vampire didn't mean I couldn't appreciate the view. But, a black aura and raw vampiric strength bled from him. He would have been jump-his-bones hot if his power didn't creep over my skin like spiders. I suppressed a shudder. No matter how enticing their form, vampires always made my skin crawl.

His gaze met mine, and I drew in a breath. He had the most gorgeous violet eyes. They were filled with an ancient intelligence. His lips curled into an amused grin, as if he knew I was ogling his body.

I frowned. It annoyed me that he read me so easily. I shook my head. I needed to remember the real reason I was here. I was here to kill Zarek, not drool over some gorgeous vampire. I was in a den of evil creatures, and he was one of them. Now really wasn't the time to do any lusting.

The smile widened and he raised his voice over the music. "What can I get you?"

He had a subtle accent I couldn't identify, and the deep, growling bass made my toes curl. It soothed my nerves in spite of what he was and caused another kind of excitement to bubble in my stomach. God, this was not the right guy to get that good down-low tickle for. Focus, Regan!

I cleared my throat and leaned closer to him. "I'd like to see the owner."

The smirk turned wicked and suggestive. "I'm Zarek. I'm the owner." He scanned my body, eyes finally resting on my throat. The scrutiny made me flush and wish I could hide my neck. Unfortunately, my black tank top and ultra-short shorts didn't leave much to cover up with. People who went into vampire clubs usually favored bare skin and a gothic appearance, so I'd been forced to blend.

Had he fed tonight? Vampires were twice as dangerous when they were hungry. The better question was, had he killed tonight? For some strange reason, I found myself hoping he hadn't. I tried to shake the ridiculous feeling. Even if he hadn't killed tonight, he had in the past. And even if he'd stopped, like Alaric and his brothers, it didn't change what he was, or the fact that someone wanted him dead.

He licked his lips before meeting my gaze again, leading me to believe that he hadn't fed. Great, I wouldn't leave this place without giving a little blood to him, even if I ended up killing him. If a vampire wanted blood, he'd find a way to take it.

Purchase Link: http://www.breathlesspress.com/devils-trap

Thanks for doing the interview and sharing your novel, Honoria. All the best and I hope your future is great! ~ Blak Rayne

FFAF ANSWERS

2012-01-22T11:27:00.001-08:00

First, I'd like to thank everyone that stopped to participate in FFAF contest. I know it took a bit of effort to find the answers. Anyway, I'm sorry to announce, but not all the answers were correct.

1. Final Fantasy is one of the most successful RPG games ever developed. First published in 1987 for the Nintendo console, by the Japanese company Square Co. Ltd (or more commonly called Squaresoft). The creator, Hironobu Sakaguchi, named his role-playing game 'Final Fantasy' because it was his last ditch effort to fight off the threat of bankruptcy. What company did Squaresoft merge with in 2003?

Answer: Enix Corporation

2. Founded by Jeff Bezos, Amazon.com claims to be the largest Internet retailer in the world. What two companies sued Amazon in the late 1990's, settling out of court, and what years?

Answer: Barnes and Noble filed a lawsuit on 12 May 1997, alleging that Amazon's claim to be "the world's largest bookstore" was false. Barnes and Noble asserted, "[It] isn't a bookstore at all. It's a book broker." The suit was later settled out of court. Amazon continued to call itself "the world's largest bookstore." Walmart subsequently filed suit on 16 October 1998, alleging that Amazon had stolen trade secrets by hiring former Walmart executives. Although this suit was settled out of court, it caused Amazon to implement internal restrictions and reassignment of the former Walmart executives.

3. What yaoi manga artist, and in what year, had to publicly apologize due to copyright infringement, after tracing advertising photographs for the illustrations in her manga?

Answer: Youka Nitta and the year was 2008.

4. What is the largest desert in the world?

Answer: The world's largest desert is the continent of Antarctica, and the driest place on earth. Antarctica is 5.5 million square miles, or 14,245,000 square kilometres.

Happy Yaoi Hunting!

Blak Rayne

FFAF - JOIN THE FUN & CONTEST!

2012-01-20T13:35:00.002-08:00

Welcome, sweeties to 'Free-For-All Fridays'! What does this mean exactly, Blak?

Dictionary: (noun) a disorganized, or unrestricted situation, or event, usually without rules in which anyone may take part; esp. a fight, discussion, contest, or trading market.

Basically, this means that every second Friday I'll either post a short free read, fantasy image, publishing fact, contest, or whatever else tickles my fancy and yours! I'm adding FFAF to the BRB schedule to spice things up! LOL

Interviews, guest spots, and articles are wonderful, but some times it's nice to take a break. So, if you have any suggestions for a topic, or something you'd like to see me post let me know. You can email me @ Blak Rayne Email and put "FFAF" in the 'subject' line, so I know.

Seriously, I won't ignore any suggestion. As they say two heads are better than one. If I use your suggestion, I'll post your name giving credit where credit is due!

To start FFA for this Friday January 20-2012, I'm posting a contest. I wanted to do this for Christmas last year (that sounds weird, not used to 2012 yet), but time just didn't permit. Instead, I've decided to kick off this year with a little fun!

'Find The Facts Contest' -

Rules:

The rules are very simple, I've listed four questions and the person that answers them correctly by Sunday January 22 @ noon (12:00 PM) Pacific Time, will win a gift certificate from either Barnes & Noble, or Amazon, along with a surprise eBook. Please list your answers in the comments section of this post, so everyone can see, and to keep things fair. ALL the questions must be answered correctly to win. Pretty simple huh? Wait until you read the questions. Good luck!

2. Founded by Jeff Bezos, Amazon.com claims to be the largest Internet retailer in the world. What two companies sued Amazon in the late 1990's, settling out of court, and what years?

3. What yaoi manga artist, and in what year, had to publicly apologize due to copyright infringement, after tracing advertising photographs for the illustrations in her manga?

4. What is the largest desert in the world?

Happy Yaoi Hunting!

Blak Rayne

DATING 911 - KATHLEEN GRIEVE

2012-01-17T22:50:00.001-08:00

Welcome, sweeties! Are you finally over Christmas and New Years? Have you recuperated? I'm not sure I have. Anyway, this year you're going to notice a difference in the scheduling, posts, and physical appearance of the blogs I maintain. And speaking of scheduling...instead of the usual author interview today, the lovely author, Kathleen Grieve, has kindly passed on an excerpt from her book Dating 911. Enjoy!

BLURB:

Emergency room nurse, Roxanne Carter is aloser-magnet wishing she could enjoy her single life. Commiserating withgirlfriends over butterscotch martinis creates the idea of The DatingManifesto--a not so scientific research project which promises to point the wayto dating success. While gathering data to find the most suitable single menavailable, she wades through a series of unsavory, stale dates, which literallyplaces her back at ground zero. Just when she is ready to give up, sinpersonified in the form of sexy firefighter Jett Avery, arrives tainting all ofher previous data.

A traumatic warehouse fire, in which firefighter Jett Avery's closest frienddies, has him suffering from Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. Attempting to staveoff the worst of his depression, he decides to use his brand of therapy...Sex.The remedy has lost luster until he encounters ER nurse Roxanne Carter.

The pursuit of Roxanne by Jett's twin brother, Doctor Cruz Avery, complicatesher research and interferes with Jett's therapy. Does Roxanne choose thebrother who by analysis is the perfect match? Or the broken, dark andirresistible one?

EXCERPT:

She held upher hands, palms facing toward him. “Stop. This is a hospital. Not some stupidtelevision show where the medical staff is always making out in a closet. Iwork here. Don’t even think about it!”

Jett closedthe distance between them until her hands pressed against his chest, searingtheir imprint through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. He grasped her fingersand lifted them to his mouth, licking the sensitive tips with his tongue one byone. Heat filled her eyes and she trembled.

“You feelthe pull, too. Don’t you?” he asked, dropping her hand.

Jett slidhis hands to her waist, and molded her against his erection. A perfect fit. Hersharp intake of breath as she shook her head told him all he needed to know. Hesmiled. Satisfaction filled him.

“Liar. Shakeyour head in denial all you want, but I can see the reflection mirrored in youreyes, and feel the powerful draw when I touch you,” he said in a husky tone. Herubbed his stiff cock against her stomach. The intensity of his desireeliminated all reason.

Jett buriedhis face in her neck and breathed in her sweetness. “Hmm. Today you smell likechocolate.” His tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear as his handsstroked her bare arms. “But you taste like honey.”

Her kneesbent and he placed his leg between hers to support her. On the brink of totalinsanity, he continued his light exploration. His hand skimmed her torso, andskirted the side of her breast. With slow, deliberate care, he let hisfingertips graze her collarbone on the way to grasp the back of her neck.Another tremor rippled through her.

God, shefelt so damn good.

She tiltedher chin and her head rested in his open palm. “Jett,” her sultry voice causedhis penis to throb. “This is not a good idea. Anyone could come in here and….”

He pushedhis thigh against her crotch. She inhaled sharply, desire deepening the blue ofher eyes. “You were saying?”

Her browfurrowed. “And…”

“Intoxicatingbeing a little naughty, isn’t it?” he rasped. He gently tugged her face closerto his. “Hmm. I believe you mentioned the other night that your most recentsexual exploits have been lacking. Let’s add something of interest for yourscience venture.”

Available now at Evernight Publishing at this link: Dating 911

To find out more about Kathleen Grieve and her books, you canstop by her blog, Keeping A Pulse On Life & Romance http://kathleengrieve.blogspot.com

Her website: www.kathleengrieve.com

Follow her on Facebook: Facebook

Follow her on Twitter: @KathleenGrieve

SCARY US BILL - MUST READ

2012-01-17T17:30:00.003-08:00

Everyone in the US needs to stop this bill from passing! I'm all for putting an end to piracy, but this is ridiculous! This bill will stop everything including the freedom of speech on the Internet! Sharing of content! Personal expression! Watch the video!

http://americancensorship.org/

Watch this video to find out why!

http://vimeo.com/31100268

~ Blak Rayne

LEARNING LESSONS - BL MORTICIA

2012-01-15T19:48:00.002-08:00

MuseBlog Post – Cody McCayne

LearningLessons

Greetings fans. Welcometo today’s post at Blak Rayne’s. I’m BLMorticia and instead of me running mymouth, I, the muse, are allowing my character or muse to speak today.

Since book one of myseries, You Don’t Ask We Don’t Tell is due out on February 3^rd, Idecided to invite my main character to speak today about his role in the bookand tell you how he progressed in the story.

Please welcome, CodyMcCayne

ThanksBL. *sits on the couch* During the course of a story, a character is expectedto do certain things. Whether it’s be the hero and save the town, be thevillain and try killing the hero, falling in love with someone or learning howto love. Well, I can say in the book BasicTraining of You Don’t Ask, I definitely learn a lesson and that’s how tolove myself first.

Withouttelling you too much about the story, I’m faced with several obstacles; myfamily, my so called friends, as well as my own personal demons to achieve thedesired goal. Throughout, I succumbed to the pressures and dealt with them theonly way I knew how but in the end, I learned not to be pressured into doingsomething a certain way just because of what family or peers said. I figuredout that my opinion mattered more than most and that my decisions would be theones that carried me through life and not those people made for me.

Asyou travel through the book, you’ll see the important lessons I’ve learned andif I made the right choices. Even in the end, when faced with adversity, did Istand my ground or waver because of the pressure.

Somuch happens in those pages and when the writer sits down and has an idea, theymight figure out the morals or lessons learned to build the plot. It definitelyhappened here and hopefully you’ll see though BL’s very humorous story, whatjourney I took to get to my desired result.

Lookfor the book to come out February 3^rd from Rebel Ink Press, You Don’t Ask, We Don’t Tell Book OneBasic Training. An m/m romantic comedy with snark and drama.

Thanks Cody and thanksto Blak for letting us drop in!

BIO: BLMorticia considers herselfthe snarky and wicked side of author Sharita Lira so expect her to tap into thetaboo and unleash her fantasies on the world through her words. When notwriting, she does biweekly posts at fellow author Blak Rayne’s blog, posts withRawiya at EroticDiaries and a feature with fellow Rebel CassandreDayne called the Wicked Women Wednesdays.

For more information, please visit, http://www.thelitriad.comand to ask any questions, email srlmort71@gmail.com

Coming Feb 3, 2012 BLMorticia with her snarky series about a manlooking to shed his "gayness" The Army's the place to get right,right? Think again!

OverallBlurb

That take it all likemen.

Codyis unaware he’s stepped into the platoon that makes the gay man realize histrue potential as a well adjusted uncloseted male in the homophobic society.Morrie makes sure of that along with his right hand man and boyfriend,Lieutenant Darios Bright.

Codywill walk out of company 9669 with a new outlook and respect for his newfoundmanhood. The men in the platoon will see to it.

Allinformation in the book about army life is factual while the company itself isall fiction as well as the characters. Its intent is to be humorous while showingthe growing pains of a young man as he learns how to accept his homosexualityand the relationship with his lover without fear.

Book One

Basic Training

Bookone begins with the introduction of Cody McCayne and his childhood friend DariKirk who’ve been having sex on the down low for a while until they’re foundout. This scares Cody and he decides to cease their relationship.

Dueto the constant taunts and chiding of his father and peers, he decides thatjoining the army is the answer for him to “get right” in his words. He thinksthis will dispel his gay persona and make him a real man.

However,during his ten week tenure he’ll meet the characters at Fort Jackson of company9669, the only all gay and lesbian platoon who operate as straight soldiers byday but play and teach at night. This section is run by Captain Morris Dunstand his lover, first Lieutenant Darios Bright.

Unedited Excerpt Subjectto Change

When he straightened the wheel,he got out the truck, sprinting to the place he hoped held his ticket out ofhere. He opened the doors, letting a couple of army men out before he went in.

His eyes fixed of the smallline of men huddled together to hand their papers to a soldier sitting behindthe desk. Cody tightly gripped the application in his hands.

DoI really want to do this? How will I handle being yelled at by someonebasically the whole time I’m there?

Suddenly, young McCayne beganto question his decision. He tapped his feet, fumbling with his free fingers ashe eyed the men talking with the representative.

Whyam I doing this?

Yes, why the fuck was he?Joining the army just so he could gain acceptance? Make his asshole dad proudof him? Would this be worth it?

“Iknowiwantthisiknowihaveto…damnit!”He grit his teeth.

What if he didn’t like armylife? What if the captain was an asshole he wouldn’t be able to tolerate?

Whatam I saying? They’re all assholes. None worse than my dear old dad.

The men in front of him inchedcloser to the recruiter’s desk.

Cody could feel his palmssweating along with his brow.

Whatthe fuck? I need to man up. That’s my whole reason for doing this right?

He straightened his shouldersand cleared his throat.

Onlyone more ahead of me. I can do this!

The young man shrugged hisshoulders and gulped hard. He stuffed one hand in his pocket and eyes dartedfrom left to right.

Ohmy fuckin’ God, I’m gonna…

“Next!” The man in front of himmoved away and suddenly it was Cody’s turn. “Yes…um…Sir?”

The guy behind the desk gavehim a wry smile. “Yeah, you ready to come serve your country, boy?” He has aslight southern accent and piercing blue eyes.

Damn,the man is hot.

Thanks for the great post, BL! All the best with the forthcoming release. Also, tonight I've posted an interview with the awesome book cover designer, Reese Dante @ RLJ. So stop in and give this phenomenal artist a look! Have a great Monday, sweeties!

Happy Yaoi Hunting!

Blak Rayne

SHIFTERS 'R' US (7)

2012-01-12T21:35:00.000-08:00

“Think they’ll actually show up?” Terry asked once he’d shifted back tohis human form a few minutes after leaving John’s house.

“You were the lie detector, what do you think?” Alfie replied, keepinghis eyes open for somewhere to park near the bike path.

“Unless they chicken out they’ll be there. And I don’t think they will.They hadn’t better because they’re the only ones we’ve talked to who seem toknow ace-duce.”

“Makes me wonder if they picked the bike path for a reason. There’s lotsof places along it a kid could use to go to ground if he’s careful.”

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Terry replied, seeing the two teens on thesidewalk just before they turned their bikes onto the ramp and disappeared fromsight.

Alfie found a place to park at the same time and two minutes later heand Terry were walking down the ramp. The creek by the bike path was runninghigh, the noise of it covering any sound of traffic from above them. The boyswere sitting on rocks at the side of the creek, their bikes lying on the dirtclose by. They looked up when Alfie and Terry approached.

Once Alfie had introduced Terry and the pair sat down beside the boys,Alfie got down to business. “Do you know where Rémy is?”

John shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe, maybe not. But if we do we’re nottelling you or anyone.”

“All right. For the moment we’ll accept that. Do you know why he tookoff?”

“Yeah,” Mark replied after a quick glance at John. “He said someonethreatened him. Well, not him but his family. He got a phone call.”

“So he packed up some clothes and things and left,” John said,continuing the story. “He called me and we met up, the three of us, ‘cause he’dalready told us about what he thought about his brother’s death. Not the why,but that he was sure he’d been murdered. He wanted us to know why he wassplitting.”

“Do you know if he was careful not to be followed?” Terry asked.

“Honestly, he didn’t say one way or the other but wouldn’t you keep aneye open for trouble if you’d been threatened?” John frowned, looking at Alfie.“You said you’re working for his folks. Are they, you know, okay?”

“They’re dealing as well as can be expected with his having run away.”

“Yeah, well good but I meant, they didn’t say anything about anyonebothering them?”

Terry shook his head. “They didn’t and I expect Mr. Reynard would have.You’re thinking about what the person who threatened Rémy told him.”

“Yeah.”

“I suspect that was just said to scare him into being quiet aboutwhatever he found out. His folks should be okay since he’s not there. Why hurtthem if he wouldn’t know it happened.” He looked at the two teens. “He wouldn’tfind out would he?”

“Rémy wouldn’t find out from us,” John said, adding a hair too quickly.“I mean how could he? We don’t know where he is.”

“Except that he left the city.”

“How did you..? Oh shit.”

“Well now we’ve established that.” Terry smiled at John incommiseration.

“Yeah but you don’t know where he went,” John replied defiantly.

“You do.” Terry looked at him and then Mark. “Look guys, I know you’retrying to keep him safe and you’re probably doing a decent job of it in yourown way. However, if you’ve called him, or emailed him, someone who knows whatthey’re doing could track him down, especially if any of you said anythingabout where he was.”

John chewed his lip then said to Mark. “We fucked up.”

“Yep, I think so. So maybe these guys can unfuck things?”

Alfie chuckled. “Is that aword?”

“Is now,” Mark told him. “So can you?”

“We can try. But one of you has to do something first. Text him to dumphis phone in the nearest trash can or under the nearest rock, whatever.”

“Then how can he let us know where he is ‘cause you’ll need to know tofind him.”

“Tell him, and keep it short, umm, ‘Dump phone, call public’. Thinkhe’ll understand?” Alfie said.

“Yeah, probably. But what if whoever’s looking for him already foundhim?”

“When’s the last time you heard from him?”

“Early this morning,” John replied. “We… he set it up that he’d check inevery morning so we’d know he was okay. Just a fast text with a couple of keywords in it so we’d know it was from him you know.”

“Smart. Then he’s probably still safe. Text him now. Add, ‘text back’,just in case.”

John immediately opened his cell and sent the message. They all waited,willing his phone to ring. After a couple of minutes it did. John read themessage and sighed in relief. “He’s okay.”

Alfie nodded. “Good. It may take him a while to find a safe place tocall from. We can stay here or go get something to eat. I saw a coffee shop upSpeer a bit.”

“Yeah, sure, that works,” John replied as he stood up. “I’m starting tofeel like an icicle.”

“Wuss,” Mark muttered.

But Alfie noticed he was on his feet seconds later, rubbing his arms,and said, “All right. Let’s go get some hot coffee in all of us, my treat.”

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‘Mage of Silence’

Silver Publishing - Coming Soon

‘Mage of Silence’ releases this Saturday, January 14, 2012 at SilverPublishing.

Blurb:

Castien, an elfmage who cannot speak except with the aid of a magical dagger, has beencaptured while on a mission. He is freed by his companion, the warrior elfDaeron, and returns with him to Daeron’s homeland. There they will join forcesto rid the land of a Lord bent on the destruction of the elves.

Theirn, a younghalf-elf thief, attempts to rob Castien during his stay at an inn and is caughtby the mage. Much against Theirn’s will he is enlisted into the group of rebelelves. But as Theirn's infatuation with Castien grows, he becomes more thaneager to risk treachery, betrayal, and even death on dangerous missions just tobe close to the man he is growing to love.

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ASIAN BEAUTIES

2012-01-10T23:46:00.000-08:00

Welcome, sweeties! I haven't posted any new eye candy in a very long time. My blog has been booked solid from January 2011 onward and since I'm in the process of creating a new schedule, and rebooking for this year, I've got some open slots. So, instead of posting an article today, I've decided to take a little break. Edward Kendrick will be back this Friday 13th with his free read and BL Morticia will return on the 16th. I've moved BL from her usual Saturday posting slot, right after Edward, to every second Monday. I'll update the 'announcements' soon. Anyway, have a wonderful day and enjoy!

A DEFINING MOMENT

2012-01-09T10:26:00.000-08:00

Has any single event stood out in your life-predominant due to trauma or perhaps a loss of emotional attachment? Was that event something you'll never forget? What about a song or movie? For me, it's generally movies that leave the greatest impression. As an artist and writer I'm a very visual person, also observant, and of course, I possess a wild imagination. So, anything I see and especially if it touches a chord can remain with me permanently. This is what I like to call a 'defining moment'–a moment when you experience an awakening whether physical, emotional or psychological and you gain wisdom. Something happens right at that instant that changes your perspective, maybe even your life, forever.

One such ‘defining moment’ occurred when I watched the 1992 movie The Lover. Allow me to give you a brief synopsis.

The main characters in The Lover are ‘The Girl’ (fifteen) and ‘The Chinese Man’ (twenty something). The young girl is the daughter of a poverty-stricken and dysfunctional colonial family that likes to wear an old silk dress and a Fedora. She also likes to paint her lips bright red when alone. Basically, she’s a rebellious teenager and hates her entire existence.

The Chinese Man is the son of a businessman that made his fortune in real estate. He’s just recently dropped out of school and returned from Paris. The Chinese Man has the look of a playboy and even the money, but lacks the self-confidence. Basically, Mr. Sexy hates his existence too–well I should say, he wishes he could be the man instead of complying to his families wishes.

One sweltering day, The Chinese Man sees The Girl standing by a ferry crossing at the Mekong River. He’s instantly smitten and offers her a ride to Saigon in his limousine. The young girl accepts the ride. She lies about her age, claiming she’s seventeen when in fact-as she stated at the beginning of the movie, she’s fifteen. The next day, he picks her up from school and they have sex in a room he rents.

The story takes off from here. The pair engages in this torrid love affair. According to the movie, The Chinese Man cares for her, but is also violent. According to the book, this is wrong. The Chinese Man loves The Girl very much and never so much as raises a hand to her. Unfortunately, for The Chinese Man, he is betrothed to another and can’t marry The Girl, though he’s deeply in love. Part autobiographical and part embellished by the author, this movie/story and the images associated with it have stuck with me ever since I viewed it.

The movie itself caused a lot of controversy simply due to content and because the actress that played ‘The Girl’, Jane March, barely turned eighteen when filming started. Tony Leung Ka Fai’s wife (The Chinese Man) didn’t wholly approve of the role and kept a close eye on her husband from behind the camera during filming. The sex scenes are numerous and explicit. Almost the entire movie revolves around the sex. Obviously this couple, whether imagined or real screwed a lot. And this is where the ‘defining moment’ came into play for me… At the time, I was appalled while watching the film, but equally turned on. I remember thinking–he’s a hot and I’d do him! This is when my fascination with Asian men began. Also, I could relate to the character. I’d experienced a similar situation with an older man at a very young age, which left me psychologically wounded.

My relationship made me into the woman I am today and tainted my future with men, my thoughts towards love and sex. The movie triggered my memories, placed emphasis on those I cared to forget and forced me to see the truth in my own life. When a woman or girl looses their virginity, it’s a highly emotional moment, which is heightened by the physical arousal and other new sensations that she’s possibly never felt before. The body and mind is bombarded by so many signals it’s hard to differentiate between them–what’s love and what isn’t. Most young women associate sex with love and vice versa, though the two are intertwined they’re still very separate from one another. One’s a physical response to physical stimuli and the other is an emotional response to emotional stimuli. The Lover brought back some uncomfortable and even painful memories, while others remain wonderful. And, the movie opened my eyes to class discrimination, interracial sex and what should be perceived as a healthy and meaningful relationship. It helped put my life into a disturbing perspective. I’ve never watched the movie since and I can honestly say, once was enough. Maybe it hit a little too close to home. Whatever the reason, The Lover helped define my own sexual experiences and definitely put my fortitude to the test.

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TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING

2012-01-05T21:38:00.001-08:00

INSPIRATION

Can a story have too much sex?

Well, that's like asking if Roots has toomany characters. LOL Actually, allow me to rephrase the question. Can you havetoo much of a good thing? And, I believe, the answer's OMG definitely!Sex, like all other aspects of the novel should only be there if warranted andconducive to the plot and characters personalities. The same rule applies todialogue, description and anything else you can think of. Food and alcoholshould be consumed in moderation, no different than the number of sex scenesone can endure before boredom sets in. I realize every author has their ownvoice and I'm not talking about editing issues. I'm talking about the flow ofpenmanship and what's correct for the story. For example, some authors use hugewords, some use slang, some love tons of dialogue over description and othersprefer longer sentences rather than short. And here's the thing…it's hard to find the right mix so the story reads well. In my case, I have to forever remind myself 'keepan even flow', watch the 'repetition' and double check bloody 'spell check'. Ihave to say it, most the time spell check's an ass! I've been accused of poorspelling and I have to say thank you so much spell check! Adding to thisproblem is the fact that I use British or Canadian vernacular, so justbecause I spell 'travelled' with two Ls instead of the American 'traveled' withone doesn't mean I'm illiterate. That's how I was taught.

MY WRITING CORNER

So, how do you know when to call it quits?I've found one of the best methods is to read out loud. I know it sounds likeI'm off my nut, but it really does help to catch most errors, especially therepetition and whether a scene rambles on too long or needs additional editing.Even the dialogue will improve and you'll be able topinpoint where verbal emphasis is appropriate. And if anyone asks, just tell himor her you're crazy and always talk to yourself. LOL My kids and husband are soused to me yapping away in my office that when I do call for them they don'trespond. *sighs shaking head*

TAKING NOTES

Another simple technique that helpstremendously is keeping notes. For my Benevolence series I kept scads of notes–halfa book full. In order to remember names, dates, character descriptions and yes,how many sex scenes I'd incorporated into the stories, I kept hand writtennotes. Too much sex can turn a reader on as well as off. This also depends howeach scene is written. Sometimes less really is 'more'. I admit there's a fairamount of smut in my novels, but most scenes are very brief where I imply orthe characters are in the middle of it then I cut to the next paragraph or chapter.Sex can be used as filler. Every book has filler. Hell life is full of filler!But again, remember to use it sparingly. Anyway, that's my advice.

MY CREEPY STUDY BUDDY! LOL

Just for fun I've added some pictures of mycomputer and work area. I try to keep everything clean and tidy. Okay, I’m a Virgoand we’re insane when it comes to organization. LOL

Have a great weekend!

MORE INSPIRATION

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Blak Rayne

THE PROPHECY REINCARNATED - ANN RAINA

2012-01-04T00:33:00.002-08:00

Hello sweeties andwelcome! How was your New Years? I'm glad to hear it. Hey, the telepathy isgetting much better. Pretty soon I'll be able to bend spoons with my mind andwatch HBO. LOL Today's author is Ann Raina - a fine lady and fellow eXtasyauthor. Welcome Ann!

Hello, I’m Ann Raina. I’m in mymid-forties now, happily married and a working mom with two teenage kids, whotry quite a lot to keep me from writing. Sometimes successfully…

When did you know youwanted to become a writer?

I like to compare writing to painting.You start out simple, you try new techniques every time and then, slowly,deliberately, you find out that you’ve got a talent. I did not plan to become awriter. It just happened. It’s a part of my life I wouldn’t want to miss.

Who and/or what promptedyou to write your first novel?

Blame it on Han Solo. I started writingfanfiction when the internet was still years away. My first novels werehand-written and dealt with the captain of the Millenium Falcon and hisadventures aside from hanging out with Luke. Most of the time Han was introuble, as you can guess.

Where and/or how do youfind the greatest inspiration?

I can’t nail the moment, but when Ifinish one story, another idea lurks around the corner and I try to catch it.Sometimes a novel evolves, sometimes just a scene that might fit in somewherelater.

What made you chose towrite erotic literature in particular? And is there any other genre you’d liketo write? And if so, why?

The genre is fascinating and offersendless possibilities. I love to add a funny touch. Sex should be fun! Eroticliterature is a combination of genres. My novels tend to take place on strangeand far away planets. I write Science Fiction and Fantasy because here, too,there are no boundaries to my imagination.

Which appears first whencontemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?

None of the above. I see a scene, Iplay around with it, I come up with some ideas to add to the scene. Then I takeit to my muse and within the bouncing of how to combine A and B the charactersand the plot develop. There was one book for which I had a wonderful openingscene – very nasty for the main character – and my muse simply ripped it apart,telling me about logic and that this would never happen the way I described it.I bowed to her reason. Within the novel, a side character developed so greatly,he became one of the leading characters in the end. And one of the mostlovable. So, there is no telling in the beginning where the plot and thepersons might end.

What’s the hardest partof a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why?

I try to write continously from thebeginning to the end. In most cases, I don’t succeed. Thanks to writing on acomputer, I step into a new document if I want to write a scene that willappear later in the story. If I love to write the end first, I just do it. Ifollow my inspiration and hopefully, get all part together in the end. Somescenes are written in one great rush and are good, some scenes stumble and haveto be completely re-written until I’m satisfied.

Writing sex/romanticscenes 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?

I try to read a lot. Different authorswrite romantic scenes differently. I avoid getting too graphic and I like thescenes to be joyful. If I don’t feel like describing the scene in full, I givehints. There is no reader without imagination.

Who is your favoritecharacter, which you’ve created? And why?

My muse and I are fans of the sidekicksin my novels. They appear without being asked, they demand your attention andthey help bringing the story along. I love Oliver from my first novel Freedomin Chains. He’s the one telling the main female character about doms and subsand that it is a lifestyle and nothing to frown about. And in No Fool – AnUndercover Mission, Mrs Patricia Dellman plays the wealthy mid-fifty woman withvery special interests when it comes to men and sex and everything in between.She’s very alive without letting herself be bound by social restrictions andbehavior rules.

Can you tell us aboutyour latest release? Give a synopsis.

My latest novel The Prophecy will be releasedon January 1^st, 2012. The story starts with a shuttle crash on adistant planet. The captain, Tedathian, just wants to lift off with his people,but the natives consider him the reincarnation of a god and take him to theirleader. Tedathian finds out that there’s much more trouble ahead than he hadever imagined while traveling through space…

What’s your newest WIP?And when we can expect a publication date?

I just started a new story, again a mixof Science Fiction and hot erotic moments, dealing with an escaping criminal,who is caught in a strange wood full of never before seen monsters. And boththe police and other gangsters are on his heels… Since I don’t know how fast Iwill write, I can’t name a publication date yet.

Just for fun–

What is your favouritecolour(s)?

I’m a fan of dark blue.

Which do you prefer agreat hero or a great villain?

While writing I found out that astraight hero is never as exciting as a complicated villain. Take VampireDiaries for example. Stephan might be great and a hero, but Damon with his darktouch is unpredictable and therefore more interesting.

What is your favouritemovie, and why?

Just one movie? There are fifty atleast! Okay, let’s try. The Lord of the Rings. Matrix. Blade Runner. Star Wars.All of them (and many more) are milestones of film making and story telling.And then there are the funny ones. Naked Gun. Life of Brian. Loaded Weapon.These are movies you laugh about even when watching them the twentieth time.They just make you feel good.

Where do you see yourwriting career in the next five to ten years?

Talking about a career would mean thatI’m ambitious. I love to write, I love to entertain. And I love to readcomments about my books, my style. I love the exchange of ideas with authorsand readers. It’s great to have the possibility to bring stories to life. Iguess, that’s what I want – use my imagination. It’s something no one can takeaway.

TheProphecy, Reincarnated

Will the Prophecy change Arion’s fateor just his own?

Worshipped, seduced, hunted – Ted’slife after the crash landing on Leroya turns out to be a fast rollercoasterride with women lusting after his body, a ruler out for war and an empress withdifferent goals of her own. Will Ted find a way out?

Excerpt 1

Yaladan, the ruler’swife, has made up her mind to leave the planet Leroya with Tedathian, thestranded captain taken to be the Prophecy the people of Arion worhip. She comesto tell him of her plan:

Ted felt the womanslide under the covers. Her warm hands found his naked butt and, caressing himwith experienced hands, she sighed. Sleeping naked still was a strange rule tofollow, and Ted tried to ease away from her, but she followed his movements.Her warmth felt like a soft wind, very pleasant, very stimulating. He bit hislips to not simply follow her urge. It was all too easy.

Ted turned slowly,careful not to bump her with his elbow. She gave a soft mewling sound andcontinued caressing his naked side, not an improvement to stroking his butt.Now she had access to his intimate parts and thought he invited her. He caughther hand and let go the same second.

“Yaladan! By theangels and their naughty underwear! What are you doing here? You can’t stay! Ifthe Haldru…”

“Be quiet.”

Ted obeyed, butpulled a cover over his naked body. Yaladan’s mouth twitched to a nasty grin.

“Do you think youhave something I haven’t seen before?”

“It’s more like,what do you want from me? Hell, I’ve seen enough good looking men around hereto fill a standard space ship! You don’t need me to fulfill your wishes.”

“And you know thatin advance.”

“I do know thatyou are the wife of the Haldru or however you call it here if a man belongs toa woman, or the other way around. And I also know that you shouldn’t be with meat night. People might talk badly about you.” He met her eyes. She seemedabsolutely calm, no, amused about his worries. “Your reputation as animpeccable wife of the most influential man on this planet will go down thedrain if they learn about you…and me.”

“You imply that Iwant something from you.”

“Ah…” He realizedshe was still dressed and closed his gaping mouth.

“I see that someof your few brain cells returned to work. Let me explain my plan to you whilethis situation lasts.”

“You caressed mybutt. How should I…”

“I will propose to the Haldru that Itake you on a ride through Arion so that all people will learn of the Prophecyand his deeds.”

“Don’t say thatyou simply came here to talk. You’re under my cover.”

“On the way you’llmeet with the one man you mentioned, this engi…”

“My engineer,Kelmarr.”

“Thank you. Andthese other people you came with.”

“The Muldrans. Howcan you do that?”

“Do you mean thatI’m calm about your fabulous naked body or taking you to your strange thingthat can fly?”

“Both.”

Yaladan smiled andstroked his cheek. It was the moment he fell in love with her. She was sowonderful and kind he couldn’t help himself. When he bent to kiss her, she madeit chaste as if she wasn’t ready for his amorous attention.

“After meetingwith your people, our journey through the jungle will take a detour. Certainly,we have to lose the entourage on the way, but I’m sure you’ll manage thatsomehow.”

“And Nephren?”

“Do you have ambitionswith him?”

“Me? No!” He knewhe shouted too loud and quickly cleared his throat, glad that she couldn’t seehim blush. “But he’s my daytime assistant and I don’t think that the Haldruwill let us go without him. How can you be sure that he’ll agree with your plananyway?”

She managed toshrug graciously though she was propped up on one elbow. “He’s obsessed withwinning the battle. So he will do everything that will help this goal.”

“You played thisback and forth before you got here, right?”

“I’d be a badHaldrini if I hadn’t the brain for making plans.”

He still grabbedthe cloth over the front of his body. “And those plans include slipping undermy cover?”

“Does that upsetyou?”

“Shouldn’t itupset me to be in one room with the Haldrini at night?”

“We do have a veryimportant conversation.”

“In my bed?”

“I went where youwere.”

Her innocent lookmade him smile. “You are a very special woman.”

“You’re late torealize that, but thanks anyway. Do you agree with my plan?”

“When will weleave?”

“As soon as it canbe arranged.”

There was a pausewhen only her eyes told him what she intended to do. He inhaled deeply,searching for something intelligent to say.

“Have you everdoubted Nephren to be a Noshehan?”

Yaladan gave himthe look. She knew of his thoughts and that they had nothing to do withNephren.

“The Haldrinichose to be here with you. Ease your troubled mind, my Prophecy.” Yaladan’ssmile returned. “Do you have more and important questions tonight?” She openedher small pouch and took out two balls of Chamarí.

“I can’t think ofone right now.”

“Good.” One of theballs slipped under the cover, ignoring the fact that Ted held tight to thecover. The other slithered over his naked chest. “Don’t fret, my wonderfulProphecy, they will do you no harm.”

“I heard thatbefore.” He inched backward. The same moment, the Chamarí grew warm as itclimbed higher. “How do you do that?”

“The Chamarí canbe everything I want it to be. A necklace.” The silvery thing on his chestspread long and wound around Ted’s neck. “A bracelet.” The Chamarí quicklymoved toward Ted’s upper arm and enclosed it firmly. The silver thread wassuddenly covered with fine decorative lines like an expensive jewel.

“I get the meaning.”

“Oh, this was justthe beginning.”

Ted knew at oncewhat she meant. He would have been more positively impressed if the secondChamarí had not wound around his manly accessories. He opened his mouth to tellYaladan to call it back, but couldn’t. The words stuck when the thread inchedforward. The feeling the Chamarí caused was so wonderful he didn’t want it toend. There was no comparison to hands caressing him. The silver thread glidedup and down, trailed around his cock and balls like no finger or tongue could.The stimulation drove him wild. He panted, digging his fingers into the cover.He realized that Yaladan had not yet taken off her clothes but watched hisexpression with amusement. He forgot about the other Chamarí at his arm untilit flowed back across his chest. It felt like fresh, cool water and then not.Confusion clouded Ted’s mind. He tried to understand and failed while theChamarí worked on his body with the clear intention to arouse him like no handshad done before.

He was taken so highso fast that he feared his heart to burst through his chest. It was painful tobreathe. He laid back, his mouth open, his eyes closed. Though he didn’t wantthe sensation to end, he didn’t know if his body could take more.

The Chamarí glidedacross his shoulder toward his face. It was cool and pleasant as it lay acrosshis eyes. Ted swallowed.

Warm lips touched his, softly. Hishands reached out to find Yaladan’s bare arms and for a moment the thoughtfrightened him that she had finally dropped her clothes. The Chamarí betweenhis legs fell away and was replaced by Yaladan’s body. He wanted to say no. Hewanted her to stay away from him. It couldn’t be right to sleep with the womanof the Haldru, no matter how liberal the standards on this planet might be.

She felt his reluctance.

“Remember, I came to you and therewould be no force on this land that would make me share a bed with a man I don’tlike.”

Ted panted so hard he saw dots in hisvision. “You shouldn’t…”

She kissed him again, telling withoutwords what she wanted and how much. Her body melted to his as if they weremeant to never part again. She guided his cock inside her, moved with him, andfell into the rhythm of his body without hesitation.

If there had beenany doubt why she had come, it was gone now.

The second Chamaríslipped from his eyes. He saw Yaladan’s face, blushed by desire, smiling athim, telling him without words to go on.

Tedathian turnedwith her and the single push got the pillows into motion, taking them both,still linked tightly together, down the sliding mountain of cloth. Yaladangiggled like a girl, even more when she saw Ted’s irritated expression. Sheburied her face at his chest, never losing contact. When he ended up upon here,she invited him with a sparkling glance to fulfill both their wishes.

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Wonderful excerpt and great cover, Ann!It was great to have you here today. I wish you the best of success for thefuture.

Happy Yaoi Hunting

BlakRayne