Sunday, June 28, 2009
GIVE ME ONE NIGHT
Contemporary gay romance available at Amber Allure
Fallen Angel Reviews gives 'GIVE ME ONE NIGHT' a 5 Angel review!
When passion changes the rules, one more night can alter the future...
Brody O’Connor joins the revelry of the yearly pub crawl, hunting a like-minded man for a night of fun and frolic with no strings attached. When a mystery man in an emerald green shirt engages Brody’s interest, it doesn’t take long for the hunter to become the prey.
Well-matched with his mystery man, Brody regrets his "no strings" approach to a night of shared passion that leaves him hungry for more. The morning after, Evan is gone, as agreed. Brody knows it was a mistake to let him go, and vows to find him.
Evan also never expected to meet someone like Brody. Now Brody wants to change the rules, and Evan decides he’ll give Brody one more night to convince him to stay...
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My quarry stood at the bar, sipping what appeared to be a soda. I stepped into the whirling lights, planted my feet, squared my shoulders, put my hands on my hips, and waited for him to spot me. It didn’t take long.
He looked me up and down, a slow, lazy appraisal that focused my attention on his face. Then he smiled and lowered his eyelids with a slight nod of his head.
In that instant I knew something about him there are no flowery or romantic words for – only gut instinct. He wanted me to fuck him.
My body responded to the knowledge. Arousal snapped through me, sending shivers down my spine. My nipples, sensitive as any girl’s, tingled to the point that the fabric of my sweater rubbing against them became deliciously painful. My cock swelled to its full seven and three quarter inch glory in a single pounding heartbeat.
I’d fuck him until he was limp as a rag doll in less time than that if I could get my hands on him.
His chin lifted, the knowledge of the game joined in his eyes. I gestured for him to join me on the dance floor. He smiled and weaved his way through the crowd in my direction. A dancer whirled between us and I bolted for the door, no doubt in my mind he’d follow.
I made it to my car in time to see him step out the door, pause, and look around. He handed something to the bouncer cum doorman. His keys?
He allowed others to drive his Jaguar? The man held stunning, hidden possibilities.
Sure enough, the burly attendant loped across the street and out of my line of sight. Within a minute, the Jag whirled into view and Blue Eyes reclaimed his ride. When he pulled out into the center lane, I steered my car in behind him.
The next stop, according to the pub crawl itinerary, was Rumours, and that was good for me. Blue Eyes turned left onto Potomac Street and his turn signal stayed on. I made a sharp left into the alley and the Rumours private rear parking lot.
Rumours was part of my regular circuit. I breezed through the kitchen door like I owned the place, which I did. I held a very modest, and quiet, ten percent of the business and the real estate.
Several of the wait staff yelled friendly profanities at me – and made a few offers. I smiled and waved as I hustled my way through, exiting the kitchen beside the bar. A buddy had the barstool on the end and I shooed him off it with the promise of imminent entertainment.
Thank heavens the chair was right in front of an air vent and a breeze blew from it to cool the mob of revelers. I was sweaty, sticky, and not because the night was at all warm. The bartender handed me a glass of ice water with a lime twist and I gulped down a few swallows.
No more alcohol for me until I got Blue Eyes home.
And speaking of, there he was, just on the other side of the dance floor, smiling at me, one eyebrow cocked up and looking amused. He gestured to me to join him with the same palm up wave of the arm I’d used at Tully’s.
I shook my head, lifting my glass to indicate I was thirsty. He clasped his hands over his chest and feigned heartbreak.
The dancer behind him was rubbing his butt, without any protest from Blue Eyes, so how crushed could he be? I finished my water and walked towards him, my gaze never leaving his. He stepped into the throng of dancers, meeting me halfway.
We moved easily to the music, our movements mirroring each other. I’d worry about the stupid grin on my face, but his expression matched mine. Our hips swayed closer. Our hands brushed. Blue Eyes turned, shaking his very well-shaped ass at me. I laughed in his ear, pulling him back against me. I was so achingly hard that my resolve to taunt him, to wear him down to a begging blob of gel, almost cracked. He grinned over his shoulder when I licked the rim of his ear.
“Are you going to tell me your name?”
I flashed my pearly whites at him. “Just before you come for the first time.”
“Cocky bastard, aren’t you?”
“You’ll have to wait a while to find that out.”
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
The lovers subsist on a handful of stolen encounters even as Warin plans to free Benedict from his prison. As the king lies near death, a rebellion against Henry is secretly plotted when he is most vulnerable.
But when the chance to escape during an attack on the castle presents itself, Benedict and Warin stay behind to fight for Henry. Will they be forced to sacrifice their chance for love and happiness for honor?
...Benedict closed the door of his chamber.
He moved restlessly to the window again, looking out. Thick clouds hung in the sky, some reaching low to the ground to form mist. The air was heavy and damp.
The tiny hairs on his neck rose suddenly. He turned sharply to face the room. His heartbeat flipped, then sped up. “Who’s there?”
At first no answer followed his question, yet he felt a presence.
“Hush, your highness,” a familiar voice whispered next to his ear.
Lips pressed the pulse at his throat; teeth nipped. Benedict shook with instant, fiery need. His now-hard cock pressed uncomfortably against his braies and hose.
“Warin, say something, please.”
“Shh, Benedict. It is I.”
Invisible arms enwrapped him, pulling his body tight against a muscled torso. He felt Warin’s erection against his ass. Though he could not deny Warin’s magical powers frightened him, Benedict closed his eyes and gave himself up to his lover’s caress.
“You must be very quiet, your highness. You do not wish to cause Gerard to come bursting in to your rescue.”
Benedict nodded. “How is it you are here? How long have you been in the room?”
“I am no ghost, Benedict, I cannot walk through walls. I entered when you opened the door to speak to yon guard. Your timing was fortuitous.” Warin kissed Benedict’s ear. “I arrived at your brother’s contemptible fortress this afternoon. I have been seeking a way to see you since.”
“I prayed you were safe.”
“Shh, I do not wish to waste our limited time together on words.”
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
LORD OF THUNDER
Book 1 of the "Thunder" Trilogy
An erotic fantasy romance novel
by Linda Mooney
Now Available from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-427-9
(print) ISBN# 978-1-60313-428-6
Word Count: 71.5K
To read the first chapter and to order, click here.
Annie Mayall was a young bride, brought to Montana in 1940 by her new husband to start their new life together...as soon as he struck it rich in the promised silver mines. Abandoned for three long desperate and lonely years, Annie was forced to survive by herself in the wilds of the mountains. Until one stormy night brought a severely wounded stranger to her tiny one-room cabin. A stranger both mystical and fascinating. A stranger who not only brought her happiness, but a kind of love she never knew existed.
A stranger who was not of this earth.
Warning: This book contains mutilation, abandonment, total isolation, harsh and unbearable weather, blood-letting, attempted homicide, attempted angel-cide, snoopy but concerned neighbors, promises kept, close confinement, and unusual uses for a feather.
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Can you find the homage? I used a familiar phrase from the movie Somewhere in Time in LORD OF THUNDER. Couldn't help myself. :D If you know what it is, email me at Linda@LindaMooney.com If you have the correct answer, there's a prize in it for you!
Contest ends June 30th!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Hey, I did that! For two summers...at Hall China in my home town of East Liverpool, OH, a little pottery town nestled on the Ohio River and home to the annual Pottery Festival and the Museum of Ceramics.
So, I know all about the ins and outs of working at a pottery (pun intended). I hope you'll give this rather unique setting a look. I can promise you that it's one of my hottest tales, sexually speaking, and also one that's near and dear to my heart...because it comes from my own experience.
My own sexual experience? Well, for the answer to that, I will simply give you a mysterious cat-that-ate-the-canary grin.
Buy Pottery Peter now for only $2.25.
Need more convincing? Here's what it's all about:
Josh, between his freshman and sophomore years of college, gets a job at the pottery, a place where sweaty men dressed in sleeveless T-shirts, with biceps glistening and bulging, hoist heavy molds and liquid clay.
For Josh, it’s an eye-opening summer, building his own muscles and falling in love for the very first time. But falling in love is never uncomplicated, especially when two hot men have caught Josh’s eye. Which one of them will claim Josh’s virgin territory? Will it be Dale, the heavy-metal blond God with the tattoos and rough demeanor? Or will Kevin, Josh’s beefy, red-haired Irish boss, steal his heart, along with a few other parts further south?
Come along for a ride during one long, hot summer where the job benefits for an aroused young man are way more than what Human Resources promised!
And here's a little taste (for adults only!!):
...I was wrong about Dale. It took until the end of the summer to find out. I was almost ready for my last day of work and the beginning of the fall semester when I caught Dale.
Caught him beating off.
It was one of the few times, I guess, when it was unavoidable for us both to be in the basement at the same time. But I had no idea what a scene I would run across! For a while, I watched silently from behind a stack of molds. I knew his cock was big, but I never imagined how big. Erect, it almost seemed to be touching his chest. Rising from a mass of pale pubic curls, the rosy plum of its tip oozed pre-cum. Dale had slicked his hand with spit and was running it up and down the shaft, then quickly over the knob of its head.
Quietly, I took out my own cock and began pumping it. I closed my eyes, imagining the taste of Dale’s pre-cum, the slight gagging sensation as the head of his dick nudged the back of my throat. I guess I got a little dizzy, because the next thing I knew the stack of molds I was standing behind toppled over. There was a crash, a lot of white dust and several of the molds broke.
I was left staring at Dale with my dick throbbing in my hand. For sure, I thought, this is it for me, imminent death. I grinned anyway, sure I was in for a good left hook to my face.
But he grinned back at me. “College boy, I never had you figured right. I thought you were Kevin’s boy. We missed a helluva lot of fuckin’ this summer.” His voice was raspy, already scarred by too many cigarettes.
“You serious?” My voice cracked; he could have been teasing me.
“No.” He stood, his long, fat pole jutting out like a club. “This is serious. And it needs some serious suckin’.”
I closed my eyes, feeling my own dick twitch in anticipation. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth, forcing him to come to me. Jeans around his ankles, he waddled to me, holding the blood-engorged cock level with my mouth.
Once again, I closed my eyes, this time when he shoved it in…all the way. No priming, no licking, just nine inches of hot, pulsing man-meat snaking all the way down my throat. I held my breath, felt my eyes water, but I didn’t choke. Slowly, lubricating his dick, I slid my mouth back up to the tip, swirled my tongue around it and scooped some pre-cum out of the piss slit…and then went back down. My nose was buried in the matte of curly, light brown hair, taking in the smell of his sweat, his manliness. I grabbed his ass cheeks and bobbed my head up and down, up and down. I lowered my head all the way to the base of his shaft and paused there while my middle finger found the warm, pulsing bud of his asshole. Slowly, I slid my finger in through the ring of hot muscle. It felt like Dale’s asshole was gobbling every inch of my finger.
“Damn, college boy, you know how to make it good.”
Dale wiggled his ass, swallowing my finger down to its base. I resumed bobbing up and down, slicking his hot dick with my spit, which was now dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. I felt Dale’s hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair. He stopped.
“Lay down on your fuckin’ back, college boy.”
Dale got into position over my face and crammed his dick into my mouth. He started doing push-ups above me, thrusting his dick deep in my mouth, then withdrawing it all the way to the tip before forcing it back down my throat. I closed my eyes, letting him fuck my face. After a while, I looked over to watch his sweating biceps constrict, bunch and tense with each thrust.
“If I’m not careful, I’m gonna shoot down that college boy throat…and I can think of a lot better place for my scum...”
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Now in print!
A wonderful way to be introduced to the "pack", the first two books are bound together to escape into a paranormal world of suspense and intrigue with a dash of fantasy!
I hope you love them as much as I do!
Ask or search for Aiza Clan:Trusting Delilah & A Trust Earned,
Roman Aiza is the second born son of the Aiza clan. He also owns and operates a private security company and has an ongoing contract with one of Florida's most influential residents. He is patrolling at a party when he encounters a woman who will haunt him. A woman who at their first meeting, manages to walk right out of his hands when he follows her for trespassing. She manages to do this without giving Roman a single reason why she is in the depths of the house he is protecting. When he does finally locate her days later, his goal is to prove that his instincts are wrong. She is not the woman that all of his senses are clamoring for.
Yet when the daughter of Roman's largest and closest account is kidnapped and held for ransom, will they be able to build a trust between them? Or will their own secrets keep them apart?
A Trust Earned:
Selene Aiza is a very compassionate woman by nature, and fiercely protective of those she cares for. A renowned doctor with gentle patient skills, she prefers the wild country of western Oregon and the secluded hospital where she can help the people who truly need her assistance. And in the depths of those wooded wilds she can keep her secrets well hidden.
She is safe until the man she encounters by pure chance becomes the hospital's first choice as co-administrator. Her secrets and her very life fall into jeopardy, and only he can save her. He could also destroy her.
For more including excerpts, links and information, check out my website: http://www.dianacastilleja.com
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-529-4 (Electronic) AVAILABLE JUNE 7, 2009!
Kevin Flaherty’s life really sucks. He’s already been laid off from his job, compelled to sell his motorcycle, and now faces eviction from his apartment. Things can hardly get worse. Now, forced to work a low-paying job at a car wash and barely surviving, Kevin is too embarrassed to even tell his friends.
Hotshot lawyer, Michael Bennett, comes into the car wash to have his Maserati cleaned. Kevin knows Michael well. When Kevin was fifteen, an openly gay twenty-one-year-old Michael was Kevin’s dream. But when the teenaged Kevin made his move, Michael rejected the young man.
Nine years have passed and Michael is surprised how attracted he is to Kevin. He soon takes him out, then takes him home. This time the beautiful man is not too young. When he learns of Kevin’s situation, a smitten Michael makes it his job to clean up the disaster that Kevin’s life has become. But his take-charge, bossy way irritates a sensitive Kevin, who starts a fight, ending in the breakup of their budding relationship. A breakup neither of them really wanted.
Can they repair their fractured relationship or will their differences and hurt feelings keep them apart for good?
Genres: Gay / Contemporary: Length: Novella (23k words)
...Michael watched Kevin spin around the front hallway of his two-story house. The younger man had a natural energy Michael had always admired and envied. And there was a sexy elegance to the way he moved, too.
It hadn’t been a lie when Michael had said he had rejected Kevin because of his young age. Kevin’s energy and enthusiasm alone drew Michael to him. Now, all these years later, Kevin had finally fulfilled what the cuteness of his youth had always promised, and he was absolutely gorgeous.
“This is a great place,” Kevin said after a while. He stopped in front of the stairs. “Must’ve cost a pretty penny.”
“Mmm.” The only pretty thing on his mind was Kevin. There was nothing stopping him. Kevin was definitely old enough now. He held up the doggy bags from the restaurant. “Want to see the kitchen? I’ve got to put these away anyway.”
“Sure.” Kevin practically bounced toward the archway leading to the kitchen.
Michael’s mouth watered as he kept watch on the man’s tight ass. He figured he’d better get it together or he’d be taking him in the kitchen.
Kevin was smiling when Michael caught up to him. It was an almost innocent smile and it tugged at something inside Michael he didn’t want to analyze.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked, walking to his refrigerator to stash the leftovers.
“I always wanted a big kitchen with one of these islands,” Kevin said. “Sometimes I go to model homes and check out the amenities and usually go straight for the kitchens.”
Michael laughed. “Do you cook?”
“Well, I did when I had my old job. Not so much since I got laid off.”
Kevin ran his hand along the black marble island almost lovingly. To Michael’s surprise Kevin jumped up to sit on the edge. Michael swallowed heavily, his gaze taking in the height of the island. About waist high.
Michael stood between Kevin’s slightly spread legs and closed his hands on his hips. “Kiss me, Kevin.”
Kevin didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Michael’s. Kevin’s lips were warm and soft and still tasted faintly of the wine they’d shared. Michael slipped his tongue inside to collide with Kevin’s, and pulled the younger man closer.
“Tell me,” Michael said, breaking their kiss, but staying less than an inch from the young man’s amazing lips. “When you thought about wanting one of these islands, did you ever think of being fucked on one?”
Kevin’s breath hitched, his long dark lashes dropping over his intense blue eyes. “No,” he whispered. “But I think I could be persuaded.” His hand closed over the bulge in Michael’s trousers.
Michael sucked in a breath and pressed against the other man’s hand. A moan escaped his lips. “Wait here, I’ll get the lube and a condom.” He placed a quick kiss on Kevin’s lips and hurried out of the kitchen.
He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought to leave condoms and lube downstairs. He’d have to remedy that and store some in the downstairs bathroom. He took the stairs leading to his bedroom and bathroom two at a time. Michael found the lube and strip of condoms under the bathroom sink and took them back to the kitchen.
His heart racing, his pulse beating rapidly, he stopped to admire Kevin lying stomach down on the island, his worn blue jeans stretched tight across his perfect round ass.
Kevin looked back over his shoulder, a small grin playing across his sensual lips. “Going to just stand there all night or what?”...
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