Thursday, December 1, 2016
Contemporary MM Holiday Story
Sawyer is too busy to worry about something as frivolous as Christmas. College is hard, but he’s focused on getting into law school. Kable is studying to make the family business, Del Buon Gusto, into a successful chain restaurant. When a party debacle at the restaurant gives Kable a chance to get close to Sawyer, he’s shocked to learn Sawyer’s a Christmas Grinch. He's determined to change Sawyer’s mind, but their dates are one debacle after another. It just might not be possible to make this into Sawyer's first Merry Christmas
Kable grinned. “But wait, you don’t have to tell me! You never come out for a drink with the rest of us, not even for coffee, and you’re always studying those books on your breaks. I’ve never heard you even talk about doing something like going to a party. You thought you were here to work tonight, didn’t you?”
Sawyer grit his teeth. “So what? Your dad just said he wanted us all here.”
“And you didn’t put two and two together?” Kable gestured toward the room.
“I did once I got here. He said he was throwing a party for friends and family. What else was I going to think?” Sawyer was getting tired of Kable’s questions. He lifted his cup to hide part of his face before Kable noticed his scowl and figured out he was getting to him and made the stupid mistake of taking a drink. “Oh, ew.” Sawyer desperately wanted to spit out the eggnog, but there was no polite way to do so. He forced the mouthful down, swallowing repeatedly in an attempt to get rid of the liquid still coating his tongue. It was as horrible as he thought it would be. He stared at the cup in disgust. “People actually drink this... on purpose?”
“Yeah. It’s good with rum in it. Wait, I thought you didn’t like it, not that you hadn’t tried it before.”
“I don’t think alcohol would make this any better. There’s not rum in it, is there?” Sawyer didn’t drink. “I have to drive home.”
“Calm down.” Kable plucked the cup out of his hand. “It’s non-alcoholic, plus I don’t think one swallow of a mixed drink would make you too impaired to get behind the wheel. Come on.” Kable snagged Sawyer’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
“What are you doing?” Sawyer pulled back, but when Kable didn’t let go he went along with it. Making a scene would only make the whole night worse, so he let Kable tow him through the room.
“Getting you another drink.”
“I don’t want another drink.”
Kable looked over his shoulder, somehow still managing to avoid bumping into anyone as he wove their way through the crowd. “It will be much better than eggnog, I promise.”
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Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Another week, another update. No drawn out intro... just enjoy!
“You know, I don’t remember you having a thing about being clean like this when we were younger,” Kraig said. He leaned against the counter while I started the shower.
“Who said anything about getting clean?” I looked over my shoulder at him and grinned. “Besides, I like this shower. Two heads, great water pressure, and best of all, I get to be in here with my naked mate.”
Kraig crossed his arms over his chest. “There is that. But maybe I need some incentive. Otherwise, I might just decide to go to bed. I am tired.” He faked a yawn.
I straightened and fixed my stare on Kraig. He raised his eyebrows and stared right back. Our emotions had been all over the place lately, and it seemed liked trouble was destined to find us, but I didn’t want to lose sight of the fact that, no matter what else happened, I had my mate.
Who was definitely thinking more along the lines of getting dirty too. I could handle that.
“What kind of incentive are we talking about?”
“Hmm, let’s see.” Kraig tilted his head sideways. The black markings on his face framed his eyes and the rounded jut of his muzzle, giving him a curious look. His eyes flashed golden. “You weren’t going to shower with your clothes on, were you?”
“That’s not usually how I do it.”
“Well, all right then.” Kraig gestured toward me with one hand. “Let me see what kind of mate picked me.”
I’d show him all right. I pulled my shirt up and over my head, slowly drawing each arm down and out of the sleeves, making sure to crunch my stomach muscles. I dropped my shirt on the floor. Taking the time to tease, I traced the outlines of my chest, circling my nipples but not touching them, and then the slight grooves of my six pack.
Kraig’s breath sped up when I reached my waistband. I pushed the button out and slowly reached for my zipper. I hadn’t taken the time to put on any underwear before we left, so I had to be careful of those metal teeth. I slid one hand my pants, and Kraig whimpered.
The callouses of my hand were rough against the head of my dick where it was peeking out of my foreskin. I resisted the urge to stroke it. I didn’t want to go off too soon. Unable to tease either of us much longer, I unzipped my pants and shoved them down. I turned sideways to lean on the shower door, and to give Kraig a look from another angle, so I could peel off my socks.
Fully naked, I turned and stood stock still, letting him see his fill. My breath came faster and harder as I scented his arousal growing stronger in the warming air.
Kraig didn’t say a word as he copied my striptease until he was just as naked. My nails flicked in and out, but his were fully exposed all the time. I wanted to feel them digging into me as we shared the steamy shower, dragging down my back.
“Come here,” I said thickly. I backed into the shower as he came toward me until we were both inside standing under the streaming showerheads. Water trailed down Kraig’s body, and I wanted to suck it off.
I dropped to my knees, holding Kraig still by his hips when he tried to join me. “No, stand still.” I started just below his nipples, right where the water dripped off his pecs. I made my way down, kissing each rib and licking a meandering trail down his belly. I sucked on the thin skin just below his belly button, not satisfied until I left a dark mark—my mark.
“Mine,” I growled. I squeezed his hips and then slid my hands back to his ass, kneading the taut muscles.
“Oh holy fuck.” Kraig slapped a hand against the wall, letting out a long, shuddery breath. His cock bobbed as his stomach muscles rippled. “Please.”
“Not yet.” Drawing it out was torture. My cock was rigid, and I wanted to wrap a hand around it and stroke, but I had other plans. Using just the tip of my tongue, I drew circles around each one of Kraig’s testicles before I sucked one into my mouth.
He groaned as I sucked them one at a time into my mouth, pulling down before letting go with a pop. I nibbled on his sack until I could hear a steady whine above the water pounding down.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to feel Kraig lose himself to the pleasure only I could bring him. The soft skin covering the head of his cock was skinned back, the tip bright red and shiny with more than just water. I licked a circle around the spongy surface, greedily gathering every musky taste, and then I sucked him deep inside my mouth to the back of my throat all at once.
“Ahhh.” Kraig shouted and shook, but I didn’t have any mercy as I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock and then sank forward until my nose nudged his belly. Then I swallowed.
His need was mine, and I finally grabbed my throbbing cock. I palmed it roughly. Neither of us were going to last long. Kraig’s legs shook when I growled around his cock so I did it again. He thrusted, and I squeezed his ass. “Yes….” He drew out the last sound and shuddered, the very tip of his cock slipping into my throat.
I kept up with his rhythm, but he drove us there. He thrust harder until he peaked and the bitter salt of his come filled my mouth. His scent, his taste, his touch surrounded me as he grabbed the side of my head and held on tight.
That was all it took to push me over the edge.
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Friday, November 25, 2016
Remember that 2 day sale I had for my self-published titles? I have several comments, tweets and posts on Facebook, and I promised one person a $5 ARe bucks prize. So, I pulled up random.org and the winner is...
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Today I'm welcoming Rachel Ravenheart, and author I've known for a while and see grow so far, with her new release "Your Alpha, My Mate".
Hello everyone! It’s me, Rachel Ravenheart, and I am visiting today to talk about my new release Your Alpha, My Mate - Lonestar Chronicles Book 1. This is a book about a young werewolf who comes from an abusive background and a cruel pack. The only way to escape this torture was to run away where he joined his cousin in Texas.
I chose to locate the two packs in locations that I knew to make it easier to describe and allow the reader to be able to visualize them and see the kind of people that I was writing about. With this being the first story that I originally wrote by using locations I knew was easier and helped me to get into the hang of writing and made it fun to be able to share some of my favorite places.
When I finished this story I felt that there were more stories to be told about some of the other characters in the book, which is where Book 2 and 3 come from. It was fun to actually include characters from another series that I hope to share soon.
I became interested in werewolf stories after watching Twilight. This caused me to start reading werewolf stories. I have always had a fascination with m/m stories and it just felt natural for my stories to follow along those lines.
Jamie is a shifter.
But he can't shift. That's what he wants his pack to think.
Truth is, Jamie is a white wolf. The biggest, best, strongest kind of wolf. He refuses to shift because his pack, and his parents, treat him as a misfit. An outcast. And when he takes matters into his own hands by fleeing to join the Lonestar Pack, his fate is already determined.
There will be sacrifice.
There will be war.
There will be death.
Above all, there will be love.
And love always wins.Buy links:
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“You ready to go in the water?” I asked. “Let me take care of these for you. I want to see all of you.” He dropped to his knees taking my pants and shoes with him, then stood up, taking hold of my cock. He moved his free hand down and across my back and nipped my ear playfully. My body heated up as he tweaked one of my nipples gently, and I released a moan. He didn't hesitate at all before taking one of my nipples gently into his mouth.
I reached over, unbuttoned his pants and removed his jeans. I knelt before him and licked his precum that leaked out. As I licked, he reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair, and moaned loudly.
I licked slowly at first, but was soon licking faster. After a few minutes, he reluctantly pushed me away, helped me stand up, and pulled me in for a long, hard kiss.
He broke the kiss and assisted me in lying down on the soft grass. He kissed his way down my body, making sure to pay attention to each nipple. He continued his journey down my chest and down to my hips. He placed kisses on both hips and moved to my straining cock.
When his mouth enveloped my cock, it felt like I was in heaven. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair as he bobbed his head up and down, I could feel his gag reaction but he recovered quickly. He would occasionally move his attention to my balls.
He held his hand up to my mouth and had me suck on a finger to get it slick. I went up and down for a few minutes before he took his hand away then rubbed his finger over my hole, trying to gain entrance.
“Relax for me babe, this may hurt at first, but I promise it'll feel good soon.”
Ms. Ravenheart is new to the literary world, but has had the desire to write since junior high school. She moved from a small town in Iowa in time to start high school in Louisiana. Rachel lost sight of writing as she got bogged down with sports and school. Her dream of being a writer forgotten as she looked to the future to study Political Science with the hope of going to law school when she moved to Texas. To make her way in the world she got wrapped up in the field of nursing when she got a job as a C.N.A. and soon even her dream of law school was forgotten. Strangely, thanks to an injury, she was at home recuperating and was bored when she remembered her love for writing. Never thinking she would ever get published, she began. It was writers like Rob Colton, Mann Ramblings, and Alicia Nordwell that inspired her creativity. She found GayAuthors.org and after some encouragement she decided to post her first story. With the enthusiasm of readers her confidence grew and she took the step to send off her first story to be published. Hopefully, the first of many.
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