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Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Birthday Guest: Jambrea Jo Jones
Please welcome my birthday guest - Jambrea Jo Jones!
Happy
Birthday Month Nicole!
It took a
bit for me to decide who I wanted to take on a birthday trip. I started going
through all of my old books until I stumbled on one that I haven’t visited in a
while. Wishing
Star. Click the link to check out the book and blurb, if you haven’t
already read it. J
It was an
unseasonably warm day for November, but Patric wasn’t about to complain. He
wasn’t overly fond of the winter. He didn’t mind the cold so much as the snow.
It was pretty when looking out from inside, but driving on snow and ice sucked.
Today was
his birthday and his fiancé, Gabriel, had a plan he wasn’t letting Patric in
on. He wasn’t big on surprises, but once Gabriel began speaking Spanish in
Patric’s ear, he’d agree to anything. Gabriel knew it and used it to his
advantage on a few occasions.
They’d been
together for five years and were planning a wedding soon, now that Indiana
passed the law letting gay couples get married. His and Gabriel’s moms already
had their heads together planning. All Patric really wanted to do was elope.
The talk of babies would come soon. He just knew it. But today he wasn’t going
to think about that. Nope. It was his birthday and Gabriel was doing something
special.
If he knew
his man, and he did, it would be something so romantic that Patric would melt. He
had done that a lot in the past few years. It was insane, but every day was
like the first. When Patric woke up in the morning he was worried it would all
be a dream and Gabriel would be gone.
“You ready,
mi amor?” Gabriel nuzzled Patric’s ear.
“Mmm… We
could always stay here.” Patric turned in Gabriel’s arms.
“We could,
si, but it would ruin your surprise. Now let us go.” Gabriel tapped Patric’s
ass and moved to the front door.
Patric might
grumble, but he would love any moment he could spend with Gabriel. Usually he
would drive, but Gabriel wasn’t letting him do that either. He was probably
lucky to not be blindfolded. Patric got into the car and buckled up.
“Am I
dressed okay? Can’t you give me a hint?”
Gabriel
leaned over and brushed his mouth against Patric’s. “No hints. Just sit back
and enjoy the ride.” Gabriel winked at him.
“Okay,
okay.”
It seemed
like they drove for hours, but it really couldn’t have been that long. Patric
had closed his eyes, the gentle sway of the car putting him into a light sleep.
It always did that when he was in the passenger seat.
“We are
here, sleepy head.”
“Mmm, where?”
Patric cracked open one eye to look at Gabriel.
“Come on.”
Gabriel got out of the car.
Patric
stretched a little before opening the door. He got out as Gabriel was opening the
trunk. He didn’t even know Gabriel had packed anything. Patric looked around
and it took him a moment to realize where they were. The stop sign in the
middle of nowhere was the biggest clue.
“Where it
all started.” Patric ran up to Gabriel and threw his arms around him. “I can’t
believe—”
“It has been
a while since we have been here. It is our special place and I could not think
of anywhere better to spend your birthday. It is where it all started and I
know you worry sometimes that things will go away, but I will always be here
for you. Happy birthday, mi amor.”
“Thank you.”
Patric raised up on his toes and kissed Gabriel.
Gabriel
dropped whatever it was he was holding and wrapped his arms around Patric,
picking him up a bit. God, he loved this man.
Patric was
sad, when the kiss ended. He was hard and wanted nothing more than to have
Gabriel take his ass.
“We’ll have
time for that later. Right now,” Gabriel reached down and picked something off
the ground. “We are going to have a picnic.”
Gabriel had
a picnic basket in one hand and a blanket in the other.
“You’ve
thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“Si.”
Gabriel smiled.
“Let’s eat.
I hope you have cake in there.”
“I do. You
know—maybe we should have the wedding here.”
Patric
snorted. “No way. Our mom’s would hurt us. Plus, I don’t think we can have one
here. Can we?”
Now that the
idea was in Patric’s head, he really wanted to get married in the place that
helped him find his love. Maybe they could get everything together by Christmas
Eve, the day a bit of Christmas magic brought them together.
“I know that
look. You like the idea.” Gabriel spread out the blanket and sat down, holding
out a hand for Patric to join him.
“You know me
too well, love.” Patric leaned over and brushed a kiss along Gabriel’s cheek.
“And you get to tell our mothers.”
Patric
laughed as Gabriel tackled him. Best. Birthday. Ever.
Wishing on a Star might just bring you love.Patric Mitchell wanted true love.On Christmas Eve he wished on a star to find that special someone. If that someone happened to be his neighbour, Gabriel Vega he’d be even happier.When his wish might come true will he take the chance at happiness?
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Jambrea Jo Jones
I wanted to be the youngest romance author published, but life impeded the dreams. I put my writing aside and went to college briefly, then enlisted in the Air Force. After serving in the military, I returned home to Indiana to start my family. A few years later, I discovered yahoo groups and book reviews. There was no turning back. I was bit by the writing bug.
I enjoy spending time with my son when not writing and love to receive reader feedback. I'm addicted to the internet so feel free to email me anytime. jambrea@jambrea.com
I enjoy spending time with my son when not writing and love to receive reader feedback. I'm addicted to the internet so feel free to email me anytime. jambrea@jambrea.com
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Monday, May 30, 2016
Birthday Guest: Matt Converse
Please welcome my birthday guest - Matt Converse!
My birthday surprise: you’re published!
By Matt Converse
I always loved to write. In fourth grade, I
wrote a short story about a young boy who would sleep walk to a graveyard at
night. At the end, he discovers a grave with his name on it. Pretty dark for a
nine-year-old, and my teacher accused me of copying it from a movie or TV show.
I took that as quite the compliment. So, I knew quite early I wanted to write,
but it wasn’t until the day after my birthday last year that I would be
published.
I checked
my email and there was a response from a publisher I’d been waiting for, and the
subject line said, “We absolutely LOVED Behind the Velvet Curtain.” I could
hardly believe it. I hurriedly clicked on the email, and there it was. They
loved my novella and attached was a contract from Comet Press. I was over the
moon--and slightly hysterical. I called my Mom and she thought something was
terribly wrong because I was such a babbling mess, until she realized what I
was saying was that I was finally going to be published. My Mom was a great
inspiration to my writing as she first got me into watching scary movies on
Friday nights. This led me to writing scary short stories, and led up to me
being an author in the genre of horror, mystery and thrillers. As a novella, it
would be an eBook only, so publication moves pretty quickly anyway, but this was
being fast-tracked. They told me in just seven weeks it would be published, on
March 2nd, the day after my birthday! It all happened so fast I
could hardly believe it. All the struggle and hard work was worth it. My annual
birthday bash would become a book release party too! It has been like a roller
coaster, and I don’t want to get off any time soon.
So the stories of countless rejections and then
finally a yes are true. Every no is one step closer to that yes. Keep at it,
and keep writing. Do what you love and you’ll find it’s true, success doesn’t
bring happiness. Happiness brings success.
My next project is publishing my first full
length horror novel, which I recently finished. I’m currently writing a prequel
to Behind the Velvet Curtain.
BEHIND THE VELVET CURTAIN, erotic gay thriller
novella eBook.
People
have an idea of what being a stripper is like, and they'd probably be wrong. It
takes swagger to strip for a room full of men but what goes on in his head
might surprise you.
Matt
was just a scrawny kid from Ohio who moved to San Francisco in hopes of
starting a new life. He cut his hair, started working out, and suddenly he was
desirable. But when he was up on stage, he held onto the same insecurities he
clung to in his childhood. The stripper
façade was complete, but inside, he was still the anxious kid he’d always been.
Justin
was a young hunk living in the same apartment building Matt would have previously
thought was out of his league. But Matt took a chance and approached, and to
his surprise, the attraction was mutual. Over time, the off the charts hot sex
began to turn to love, something Matt hadn’t expected. But just when Matt
seemed to have everything he desired, a stalker with a twisted obsession
appeared with plans to take it all away. Sex sells, what it attracts can be
deadly.
Amazon buy link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TBPESD0
Comet Press buy links (includes Kobo, Barnes
& Noble (Nook) and Amazon UK.
Thank you so much
for hosting me on Milestone Birthday Posts, I appreciate it.
Sincerely,
Matt Converse
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Sunday, May 29, 2016
Birthday Guest: Lily Adile-Lamb
Please welcome my birthday guest - Lily Adile-Lamb!
Happy Birthday
Nicole! Thank you so much for inviting me to your special event.
I’m also celebrating
my first year as an LGBTQ writer.
Turkish by background, I am both a mother and wife, I work as
a nurse during the day and write LGBTQ stories late at night once the family are
tucked in bed. I studied in the UK and worked there for a few years before I
moved to Australia, settling down for good.
A few days ago I released my story, “Boundless Love” which
was a very emotional experience for me. In that story, I focused on how
traumatic events can lead to depression or anxiety, thus affecting our lives,
and how sometimes people lose all that is dear to them, to the point of
becoming homeless.
I support Marriage Equality for all, and stand by same sex
parents because I believe that children primarily need loving and protective
homes, showered with kindness and a kid friendly diet (I am a big believer in
Maslow’s hierarchy of needs).
I love writing interracial stories about people from all
backgrounds. The LGBTQ community is universal, existing in all countries and
cultures. For some cultures, being from an LGBTQ background is not easy and
these are the people for whom I want to promote further. I tend to focus on
gender fluid characters in my stories, along with alpha males and those who are
socially awkward and shy.
I love writing “happily ever after” stories. I imagine
readers making their drinks (hot or cold, as they like it), then making
themselves comfortable enough to settle in and read my stories after a long
stressful day at work. I write novelettes with the expectation that when
someone finishes reading my story, with a smile and a sigh they close their eyes,
sleeping contentedly as a result.
Yes, I am more of a storyteller than anything else… maybe
even a dream weaver.
Here is one the reviews that explains my character so well so
I shall share that with you.
“There is a notion that life
does not often give us second chances, frankly I find it does…however, I find
third chances scarcer and even more valuable. Terry is homeless, his problems
are real, and life has left him gutted; but Terry has crawled back to life the
hard way. This is a hopeful story, yet still a very real depiction of the
gritty, everyday reality of many.
As a reader, I like to escape into the lives of other people but I do not always need the perfect looking man to come riding in on a white horse to save the day. There is a very real need for stories of real people that are not alpha males, drop-dead centerfold models, or wealthy executives.
This story focuses on the people that may often seem expendable or are overlooked by many, but are nonetheless real, valuable and endearing. This book does not have mindless victims and it is a beautifully empowering story with wonderfully well-developed characters. I have followed this author’s books from the beginning of her career and it is exciting to see her spread her wings into some new territory with this offering, taking some daring risks that pay off beautifully for the reader.
Lastly, amongst the flood of positive things that I want to share about this exciting read, I want to say this…I find books that fill in all the blanks and tie everything up with a pretty bow at the end, leaving the reader with nothing to think about or possibilities to consider…well, I find them unfulfilling. "Boundless Love" by Lily Adile Lamb is real, realistic, and has a happy ending too.” Tidal Ashburn
As a reader, I like to escape into the lives of other people but I do not always need the perfect looking man to come riding in on a white horse to save the day. There is a very real need for stories of real people that are not alpha males, drop-dead centerfold models, or wealthy executives.
This story focuses on the people that may often seem expendable or are overlooked by many, but are nonetheless real, valuable and endearing. This book does not have mindless victims and it is a beautifully empowering story with wonderfully well-developed characters. I have followed this author’s books from the beginning of her career and it is exciting to see her spread her wings into some new territory with this offering, taking some daring risks that pay off beautifully for the reader.
Lastly, amongst the flood of positive things that I want to share about this exciting read, I want to say this…I find books that fill in all the blanks and tie everything up with a pretty bow at the end, leaving the reader with nothing to think about or possibilities to consider…well, I find them unfulfilling. "Boundless Love" by Lily Adile Lamb is real, realistic, and has a happy ending too.” Tidal Ashburn
Boundless Love
Events in his past left Terry crushed, disowned, homeless and living on the streets. He has reached the point where he is ready to rebuild his life.
This carefully crafted and highly emotive story follows Terry and Chris as they take their first tentative step toward building a new life together.
Terry’s demons are never far away and when things in his life begin to unravel once more, he is thrust back into his worst nightmare. Can he allow himself to become vulnerable in the face of Chris’ love and learn to trust him, and their relationship, allowing them both to move on to the life they both desire and deserve?
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Birthday Guest: Tidal Ashburn
Please welcome my birthday guest - Tidal Ashburn!
Thank
You for this opportunity and allowing me to wish Nicole Dennis a Happy
Birthday.
This is
a Milestone Birthday Post of Jenna Riley. She is one of the main characters from Tarot
Tales Presents TAROT TALES AND DIAMOND DUST BLUES.
Jenna is
a middle-aged transgender character who is also the aunt of Libby Perkins.
Jenna is
as cagey about her a real age as she is about the point in her journey of
transition. “It is my story to tell and I get to choose who, and how much of it,
I decide to tell.”
As she got the key from under the
welcome mat to let herself in the back door, Ruby wondered if anyone else in
Southern California, or the civilized modern world for that matter, still left
a key under the mat any more. She put the basket of scones, the flowers, and
gift bag on the table in the breakfast nook and set about preparing a fresh pot
of herbal tea.
Ruby heard noises above her head just
as the tea ball had steeped long enough to make the perfect pot: the
shoosh-shoosh of slippers on hardwood and the creak of door hinges in need of
some WD-40. Aunt Jenna was awake.
Aunt Jenna and Uncle David had raised
Ruby. Aunt Jenna’s origin might have been scandalous had they been living in
the Bible Belt, but Ruby never gave it much thought. Aunt Jenna started out as
Uncle Jason, but Ruby only remembered her as Aunt Jenna. In her mind, it had
never been a big deal. This was Southern
California and the inhabitants of their world were gifted artistic flower-children.
The stairs creaked as Aunt Jenna began
her descent down the stairs. Ruby tried not to snigger as the blue-silk-robed
figure reached the kitchen, high-heeled slippers with midnight blue marabou
feather poofs tapped as the figure asked, “What the hell are you doing
here?"
“Happy Birthday! I made your favorite
orange raisin scones and your favorite tea!” Ruby directed Aunt Jenna to her
chair, and then pushed the cup of tea and the gift bag towards her. Ruby
watched Aunt Jenna’s surprised face as she stared at all her favorite things
arrayed before her. Ruby saw a few tears pool in her aunt’s blue eyes, but
Jenna quickly wiped them away.
“You really are my favorite niece!”
Aunt Jenna grinned at her and arched her eyebrows over the rhinestone encrusted
purple cat’s eye glasses as she put a dab of butter on the still warm scone and
closed her eyes with delight as she bit into the pastry. “Darling, this is
absolutely divine! You are such a dear!” Ruby could always tell what movies
Aunt Jenna had been watching the previous evening. Apparently, last night’s
offering had been “Tales of the City” and Aunt Jenna had morphed into Anna
Madrigal Ala Olympia Dukakis today. Ruby laughed. At least it hadn’t been “Who's Afraid of
Virginia Wolfe” and that god-awful Elizabeth Taylor fright wig.
Aunt Jenna smelled the roses, read the
card, and gingerly rifled through the gift bag.
A delighted smile graced her face as she took careful inventory of the
contents: homemade truffles, her favorite perfume, a customized Mojo bag, and
the latest Lisa Olsen novel. She looked at the bag and around the table, then
reached for a tissue and dabbed at the corners of her eyes.
”You must be psychic. How did you know
just what I wanted?" Jenna said.
“It had absolutely nothing to do with
you dropping hints at every opportunity.” Ruby laughed.
"Ruby, you have no idea how much
I love having you here, living in the guest house. I mean, it's not like having
my own personal stable of cabana boys, but hey, you are my second choice!”
Jenna picked up the bag and looked inside again, as if inspecting it to see if
she had missed anything, but Ruby saw her peek out the window into the back
patio towards the bushes.
“What are you looking for?” Ruby
asked.
“Oh nothing,” Jenna said, craning her
neck about.
“What?” Ruby said.
“Well ---I just thought, nothing says
Happy Birthday like a roll of quarters and a birthday stripper.” Jenna grinned.
Ruby rolled her eyes. “You know what?
I think that there's something wrong with one of us and…”
“I think it's you!” Jenna said. They laughed.
They leisurely drank their tea and
each had a second scone. Ruby knew she was lucky that they could sit for the
longest time without speaking, comfortable in each other’s silence.
“Did you pull your tarot card yet
today?” Aunt Jenna asked.
“Nope. It's your birthday. You have to
pick it. Plus, I’m in a Sola Busca mood today.” Ruby laughed as she handed Aunt
Jenna the large wooden box which was sitting next to the antique crystal ball
covered in black silk on the table.
“What shall we ask?” Jenna asked.
“Well, I’m expecting to hear from
Bernice today. I hope that it’s good
news about that audition! Can you imagine if I get that part of Nurse Robin on
Lust in the Hamptons! I am so Virginia Taylor's long lost illegitimate love
child on a vendetta of retribution!”
“Now you know as well as I do you
can't make a monkey lay eggs. If it's meant to be, it will be.” Aunt Jenna
opened up the box, gently pulled out the Sola Busca tarot deck, and unwrapped
the cards. She shuffled them with careful attention. This card would serve as her road map for the
day.
Aunt Jenna turned over the seven of
Pentacles. She looked at the card and looked at Ruby. Her smile spoke volumes,
but she said it anyway. “See darling, you’re doing the work. You just have to
be patient Timing is everything. You can’t force these things.”
The reading also gave Aunt Jenna
clarity on some issues, as she explained to Ruby. She’d been considering the
fate of her bakery. Jeremy Haynes had managed it for her for years and had
asked to first option if she ever sold. “It’s time to start a new chapter of my
life too,” she told Ruby. “And stop hiding behind my apron.”
Ruby got up to clear the table and
noticed a shiny silver crescent wrench sitting on the counter. “What’s broken?
I can call someone for you.”
“Oh.” Aunt Jenna put her hand to her
cheek and glanced at the tool, a half smile on her face. “About that.” She
giggled. “Funny you should mention that,
dear.” She hesitated, slid down in her chair, and her eyes flitted about the
kitchen. Just as Ruby realized she was
looking for a way to change the subject, Aunt Jenna swiped her arm across the
table in a blur of blue silk and her fork fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Look! It's a sign… we are going to be
having company!” Jenna said, as excited as if she had just opened an invitation
to an unexpected party.
Ruby stared at her, both hands on her
hips, tapping her foot. She knew she
probably looked about as intimidating as an angry Chihuahua, but she didn’t
care. She could always tell when her Aunt Jenna was up to something or
stretching the truth, and she had a sneaky suspicion she knew the reason behind
the crescent wrench.
Aunt Jenna jerked her chin up.
“Sable's son Scott is coming tonight after work to fix that leak in the sink.
Please be a dear and put that back in the toolbox out of sight,” Jenna
continued, raising her chin a notch higher still, clearly intending not to
acknowledge the annoyed look on Ruby’s face.
Jenna continued. “We’re having fresh
garden salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing and my world famous stuffed
manicotti, red wine, and cannoli for dessert! He’ll be here at 6 p.m.
sharp. Don't be late”.
“Hold it! Wait a second! Are you
telling me you deliberately loosened the drain pipe to lure some poor,
unsuspecting man over here to ambush him into a blind date with your
spinster-niece?” Ruby didn’t know if she were more horrified or irritated by
the sneakiness of it. “I can find my own
man, if and when I decide that I want one! You’re meddling again, and you pinky
swore! Didn't you get that email? Aunt Jenna pinky promises are sacred and
irrevocable in the state of California!” Ruby said, exasperation making her
voice rise until she almost squeaked.
“Oh, well, sure it sounds bad when you
say it that way. In my defense, I was minding my own business and trying to
lend a hand. Sable said Scott’s struggling, so I’m really only doing this for
him. I rather consider it an act of
Pagan charity. Scott’s new in the
business and needs a little help building his confidence. I’m only trying to
help this poor dear boy; I have no motive beyond kindness, ulterior or
otherwise!" Aunt Jenna pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows in an
expression of studied innocence. “Besides, you do have to eat. The fact that
you will be here for dinner is simply an unforeseen bonus! Consider this. He’s
straight, single, educated, doesn’t live in his mother's basement, and its
common knowledge that he has never been seen publicly playing air guitar! Even
the unenlightened would see this as a sign!" Jenna said, raised her
shoulders, and clasped her hands together in front of her in a gesture of pure
pleasure.
“Oh it's a sign all right! A sign
you’ve lost your damn mind!” Ruby felt
her face flush and groaned. She didn’t
blush prettily. Instead, she turned a
rather unhealthy shade of hypertensive red. Irritation at her aunt flared
hotter because it was Aunt Jenna’s fault she would look like an apoplectic beet
for the next hour. “You, you, you are such a Pisces!” she said.
Aunt Jenna nodded. “True.” She pursed her lips again and cocked
her head slightly, narrowing her eyes as if something had just occurred to
her. “You know, dear, if you’re not interested
in meeting men, I totally understand and I’m here to support you. Remember my
friend Mable I told you about from Bingo? Well her daughter, Margaret-Louise,
works down at the Hardware Store and...”
Ruby quickly broke in. “I am not a
lesbian! I’m taking a break from dating and focusing on my career.”
“You know darling, there's nothing
wrong with...”
“Okay, Okay I give up, I’ll be here,
okay? But never again! I mean it!” Ruby
sucked in a breath, prepared to blast her aunt again and drive the point home
when her cell phone rang. Her purse played a muffled version of the disco
anthem that threatened to shower men on the front lawn.
Aunt Jenna snorted, daintily. “Like you’d know what to do with them.
Hallelujah, indeed.”
Tarot Tales Presents DIAMOND DUST BLUES will be available June 14, 2016. Tarot
Tales Presents DIAMOND DUST BLUES has been re-edited. Mainly, and not to give
away any spoilers, because with all the news of the laws changing in North
Carolina I found that for me to leave the book, and the rest of the series, set
there I would have to address those issues. As my intent for writing books is
not only to entertain but also to bring people together, I could not leave my
book series in North Carolina without my books becoming political. Therefore, I
relocated my series to Santa Fe, New Mexico. I want everyone who reads my books
to feel safe, included, and welcome. Santa Fe, New Mexico is well known for
their welcoming attitude to artists, new age people, the LGTBQ community, and
writers; as well as offering a beautiful loving people with a rich heritage,
cuisine, and culture. It gives the series even more room to grow.
Book blurb: A struggling actress and her
transgender aunt were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now they are on the
run from diamond smugglers in the Witness Protection Program. They have gone
totally off grid just to stay alive. The Two U.S. Marshals are packin' heat and
the women are packin' Tarot cards in a cross country race to stay alive. Alone,
and left to their own devices... well just anything may happen. Welcome to book
one in the Tarot Tales Trilogy
Tarot Tales Presents DIAMOND DUST BLUES
Book Link
Mini
Bio: I make my home in central Wisconsin with my husband of two
years, who has been my partner of 15 years, and two dogs. My husband is my
biggest supporter.
I have many interests. I love the Tarot, and practice Pagan
spirituality. I adore writers. Writers have always been my favorite species of
people… they have this fascinating ability to see the world through the eyes of
all their characters and have found a refuge which offers a place where all the
voices in their head can come out and play. I like to write in several genres,
m/m romance, cozy mysteries, and supernatural horror. I love imperfect people
with rough edges and who dare to color outside of the lines.
My focus in life is on building bridges of love and understanding to each other, rather than building walls.
When I finished writing “Tarot Tales Presents DIAMOND DUST BLUES,” I quickly realized this lively ensemble of beautiful characters had more stories they demanded to tell… and I realized that it was meant to be a series. The other books in that series will have other supernatural characters and themes, and contain a good representation of people from within the LGBTQ community who are lead characters and not just the stereotypical side-kick characters there for a quick laugh.
My focus in life is on building bridges of love and understanding to each other, rather than building walls.
When I finished writing “Tarot Tales Presents DIAMOND DUST BLUES,” I quickly realized this lively ensemble of beautiful characters had more stories they demanded to tell… and I realized that it was meant to be a series. The other books in that series will have other supernatural characters and themes, and contain a good representation of people from within the LGBTQ community who are lead characters and not just the stereotypical side-kick characters there for a quick laugh.
At this point, I have three of the “Tarot Tales Presents’ books in various stages of editing, and a M/M romance called “Signs of Hope” due out this Summer – this one will be a saucy read.
If you would like to reach me, you can contact me via Facebook –https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008822358112
My website – https://tidalashburnblog.wordpress.com/
My author page on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/tidalstarottales/?fref=ts
Birthday Guest: Lynn Michaels
Please welcome my birthday guest - Lynn Michaels!
From The Holeshot
Tyler woke to hot breath in his ear
sending chills down his spine. "Happy Birthday, Sleeping Beauty!"
Davey panted in his ear. Defused sunlight splashed in through the slats in the
blinds, but the room still felt dark and cozy, smelling of sweat and spunk.
They hadn't cleaned up well from the night before when Tyler had come all over
the sheets. He moaned at the memory, and tried to roll closer to Davey's warm
skin, wanting more.
"No.
You have to get up, Birthday Boy. Angel has breakfast going." Davey seemed
to love having a full house. After being alone for so long, Tyler couldn't
blame him. His beautiful home once again had a family. Tyler was happy for
Davey, but he loved it too. He'd been close to his family and close to his best
friend Janie and he missed them. Having his race family at The Ranch helped.
Angel and Stewart were the only two guests at the time, taking up one of the
four guest rooms on the other side of the house.
"I
smell pancakes," Tyler moaned.
"Yeah,
baby. Then we're going to have surprises!" He kissed down Tyler's neck.
"I
don't need anything. Just you, Davey."
Davey pushed
Tyler over on his back and blew a huge raspberry on his stomach, making Tyler
laugh. "But, you're going to get surprises. Now come on."
"How
about we start with a birthday blowjob?" Tyler teased, grabbing his cock
and giving it a stroke to wake it up.
"Later,
baby." Davey slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed Tyler's arm.
"But
you called me baby. Davey, it's my birthday. Suck me."
"No.
Brat. Come on. Angel has pancakes ready for you. Let's go."
With a growl
Tyler rolled up to sitting and slung his feet to the floor, not wanting to
disappoint everyone. "Fine. But, I better get a blowjob later."
Davey
laughed and tossed a T-shirt at him. "After you get your birthday
surprises, you're gonna want to give me a blow job."
Wanton
Publisher: Rubicon Fiction
Release: April 15, 2016
Corey
has graduated from college and is trying to find his way, but when his
Dom/boyfriend, Jack, demands that he move in with him, Corey loses himself in
emotion, fighting Jack every step of the way.
Jack
is a rich owner of a real estate investment firm and he’s determined keep his
submissive/boyfriend in line, even though Corey refuses to use his safe words.
Will
their play become all consuming, or will they learn to trust each other enough
to find love?
Buy links:
Lynn Michaels
Lynn
Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the
Sangria is cold. Lynn is the newest addition to Rubicon Fiction, and she loves
reading and writing about hot men in love.
She writes paranormal and contemporary MM Romance
Website :: Facebook Page :: Amazon Page
Friday, May 27, 2016
Birthday Guest - Talia Carmichael
Please welcome my birthday guest - Talia Carmichael!
Happy Birthday Nicole! Thanks for letting me
come by and guest. Yippee! Let's party.
I’m also be celebrating a milestone birthday
in a few months. With that approaching I’ve been thinking of other milestone
birthdays I’ve had and where I have been and where I am and my future. Yes deep
thoughts…I’m happy with life and most importantly living life. There is nothing
better than embracing life and enjoying the moments as they come along.
Now I’m sharing with you an interlude featuring
characters from my Prentiss series.
Home
A Prentiss
Interlude
By Talia Carmichael
“Why
the hell am I here?” Morgan Ralston scowled at the all the people around him.
That is until something sexy caught his eye.
He
leaned against the booth and studied the man walking toward him. Even with all
the people walking around half naked he stood out even being fully dressed. The
sun glinted off his hair making it shine. He moved toward Morgan with a lazy
grace—making Morgan have to shift as he went hard.
"Yeah
I shouldn't be ogling him." Morgan grumbled.
Yet he
was powerless to resist. The man came adjacent to him then with slender fingers
pulled down his shades. His eyes made Morgan's
breath catch. The man flashed a cocky grin and smirked.
"Come
here often cowboy."
Although
seeming innocent the emphasis on the first word didn't help Morgan's
erection.
"Damn
it Cactus we should have stayed in the hotel." He waved his hand.
"Instead of out here with all these naked people. We could have been naked
ourselves."
"Call
me 'Cactus' again and you'll be sleeping on the couch." Blayne crossed his
arms over his chest and jutted out his chin.
"Ah…there
is my Prima Donna. How bout we get something to eat and head back to the
hotel." Morgan couldn't help
teasing him. Blayne was so darn cute when he was irritated.
Blayne glared at him then stared hard.
Morgan laughed. "No plotting where
you'll like to deck me."
"Humph, how'd you know that's what I
was thinking." Blayne pursed his lips.
"Cause I know my Cactus." Morgan
said fondly as he straightened from the booth and stepped closer to Blayne.
He placed his hand on his waist and stared
into the eyes of the man who had made his life so much better. Morgan jumped as
someone touched his ass. He glanced over his shoulder. The man behind him
winked then skated away.
"He just groped my ass." Morgan
scratched the back of his neck. "I…hell Blayne why are we even here again?"
"For your birthday." Blayne
said. "You're the one who wanted to come to California for your birthday."
Blayne lifted an eyebrow. "And since we got here all you've done is
complain. Why the hell did you want us to come here if all you're going to do
is bitch?"
"Cause I know you miss California and
I wanted to come for you. Wanted
share this with you. I know you've
given up a lot for me…"
"Shut the fuck up." Blayne said
it so mildly it took a minute to register what he said. "What have I given
up for you?" He lifted his hand in
a stop gesture before Morgan could answer. "And the next words out of your
mouth better be, 'Blayne I know your home is wherever I am and I'm an asshole
to even think anything different. I'm lucky to have you.' No wait end that
instead on. 'I'm so grateful that you came into my life I don't know what I would
have done with the stick up my ass if you hadn't yanked it out and—"
"Smart ass." Morgan chuckled
moving closer and cupping Blayne's cheek. "I just—"
"Was being an irritating asshole."
Blayne shrugged. "Yeah I'm used to it."
"Pot calling kettle black." Morgan
snorted. "My Prima Donna Cactus." He grinned. "I like the sound
of that."
"See that's what I mean Mister
Irritating." Blayne sighed. "It's a good thing I love you,
Cowboy."
"Love you." Morgan paused.
"Prima Donna Cactus." He snickered.
"You think you're funny." Blayne
pinched his butt then rubbed it. "I can't fault the man for groping you because
you do have a fine ass. But he'd lucky he left when he did. This is mine."
He cupped Morgan's ass and squeezed. "And if he had stuck around I would
have kicked his ass for touching what's mine."
Morgan licked his lips. "Possessive
Prima Donna Cactus is so sexy. Let's go back to the hotel."
"Let's." Blayne winked.
"And to make up for calling me that name and then actually coming up with
a way to string them together you can give me a blow job."
"Hey, this is my birthday trip."
Morgan protested.
"And since it's a sucky one that you didn't
actually want to be here anyway, then you might as well be the one doing the
sucking." Blayne smirked. "It's a good thing I know you well too and
already figured out this wasn't a trip you actually wanted. What I couldn't
figure out is why we were here? I was going to give you one more day then sit
on you to get the reason why. Now I know we can head for your real birthday trip."
Morgan frowned. "What real
trip?"
"One where we both can have some
fun."
"Really?" Morgan looked at the
people going by on the boardwalk then back at Blayne. "Are we getting out
of here? Hell I don't care where we go."
"Yes we're leaving this area but
still staying in California. Remember that rancher you've been talking to for
the last year or so and wanted to go visit but haven't had a chance. Well since
we're in California anyway I made arrangements for us to go there. Tomorrow
morning we'll head out and drive to it.
You'll get to spend time with your rancher friend and I'll get to pick
the brain of his brother."
"I didn't think there was anyone who could
be as gadget crazy as you are. But I was so wrong. Oh boy…the Crazy Gadget Duo
on the loose. " Morgan laughed then sobered. "Thanks Cactus."
"I'll have you know there are many of
us gadget lovers. And before this trip is over you might meet a few of them.
He's gonna introduce me to some of his friends." Blayne took his hand and squeezed.
"Anytime, Cowboy, Anytime. You are my home Morgan, never forget
that."
"I won't ever again." Morgan lowered
his head.
Blayne met him. Kissing his deeply.
This is the best birthday trip ever. Morgan held the man he loved and knew Blayne was
right. He was Blayne's home. And he would remember to show Blayne he was his—home.
Copyright © Talia Carmichael, 2016.
All Rights Reserved.
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To see how Blayne and Morgan got together check out Ralston's
Way...
Ralston’s Way
By
Talia Carmichael
Totally
Bound
Available
Now
ISBN:
978-0-85715-629-7
Genre:
Contemporary/Western
Series: Prentiss- Book 1
Length:
Novella
Buy Here: Pride Publishing
Blurb:
When
the computer guru meets the rancher who likes things his way, who will have
their way?
Blayne Dalton knows from their first introduction he will
need all his calm reasonable skills to deal with Morgan Ralston. The rancher is
aggravating and determined to avoid him. The calm he is known for goes out the
window. He can’t decide if he’d rather deck him or kiss him senseless. How do
you rope a cowboy? You teach him that not everything has to be his way.
Morgan Ralston likes things his way. On his ranch - MGR
Ranch – he is the one who make the decisions. Well at least he is supposed to
be. When his brother decides to hire a new office manager and cook he knows it
will lead to nothing but disruptions. What he gets is not what he expected. The
man who becomes his office manager is not a problem to the ranch. The trouble
is of a more personal one – to his libido. Avoiding him doesn’t work. It’s time
to approach this as he does everything else. After all when it comes down to
it… there isn’t any other way but Ralston’s Way.
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Bio: Talia Carmichael is a
romantic who believes that family, no matter if it is by blood or those you
choose as family, is integral to who you are. She is an author who writes sexy
stories in a variety of genres. She believes in creating stories that encompass
all that falling in love or lust entails, from the highs of that first blush of
attraction to the lows of not knowing if you can make your coming together as a
couple work, and then finally to the acceptance of the reality of making a life
together. It's all about the journey.
Among her books you'll find contemporary,
futuristic, fantasy, and paranormal settings with M/M themes that will have a
happily-ever-after. Her books are passionate, intense, and real… to fill the
craving.
Check out more about Talia at http://taliacarmichael.com or http://taliacarmichael.com/blog. Contact her at http://taliacarmichael.com/blog/contact
or check her out on Facebook
–https://www.facebook.com/pages/Talia-Carmichael/247134751977720. Facebook
group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/TaliaCarmichaelBookNook
and Twitter: @taliacarmichael
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