Saturday, November 7, 2009

New M/M from Leigh Ellwood!

LongAwaitedFriend200I am happy to announce I have a new M/M short for sale! Long Awaited Friend has been a long time coming - it features characters from another M/M of mine called Surveillance, and is full of oral goodness and angst! Hope you enjoy it!

Long Awaited Friend - Leigh Ellwood

eBook ($1.79) available at the following merchants:
ARe * Scribd * Kindle
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Missed opportunities with unrequited love force drummer Keith Zander to hit the road on his motorcycle. With each mile ridden he hopes to dull the ache of the truth that his bandmate Nat may never be his. But when Nat and Kurt, the third in their trio and Nat's lover, track him down with a surprising revelation, will Keith return home or keep running?

(This story features explicit male on male encounters, and multiple partners.)

Read an Excerpt.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Now Available! Three's a Dream

One's company, two's a crowd...three's a dream?

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Asher's at his wit's end. It's been two weeks of walking on eggshells around an increasingly bad-tempered Derek. Add in Dean finding a job right between their apartment and his place, and suddenly Asher is facing some hard truths.

Like how lopsided the threesome has become...or why the idea of Dean leaving is the scariest thought he's ever had.


Available at $1.00 from these publishers. Happy Reading!


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The scratch-click of a key turning in the lock grabbed my attention, but Derek's stayed glued to the screen. He was in the middle of an intensely complicated maneuver of some sort on Madden, so I guess I understood.

Not.

The door swung open, revealing a heavily swathed Dean. He took one look at us and shook his head as he stepped in, shutting the door with his hip. “Video games after the drinking hour? You two are pathetic.”

“Hello to you too, darling,” Derek drawled without looking away from the screen. “Did you have fun at school?”

“I got hired.”

My gaze – which had begun to wander back to the screen and the glorious amount of tight male 3D ass in it – snapped back and I was off the couch like a shot. “Dude, that's awesome!”

Dean's bulky jacket hit the floor a second before I threw myself into his arms. He twirled me, gently in acknowledgment of my healing, making me laugh. “Yep.” His grin glittered. “Start on Thursday.”

I planted a smacking kiss on Dean's smiling mouth. “So very proud.” Since the fire had obliterated Derek's bar, a very real case of accidental arson since the fire had been aimed for the club next door and spread out, the boys had been out job-hunting with only halfway decent luck. Derek's enthusiasm had been significantly less than it could have been, but I'd swallowed my worry and my irritation. The guy had just lost his bar a few weeks back, and nearly his boyfriend in the process.

I could forgive a little time to mourn. That and we had a savings account that was still decent, even after paying off the hospital bill. Still, with my ability to sew cut in half as my body mended itself, it was hard not to fret. Or yell, in this case, as Derek's mumbled, “Congratulations,” barely made it over the sound of a referee's whistle.

I answered Dean's eyebrow lift with a helpless shrug. Derek had sunk into a mood no more than a day after I got home from the hospital, and it only seemed to darken by the day. In truth, I was more than a little pissed. Anger – my refuge when I was confused. Though Derek, Dean and everyone else I knew called it aggressive pouting.

It was absolutely not my fault that anger on me looked like a tantrum to everyone else. One of the many cons of being the pale-skinned, dark-haired, gay version of a life-sized Barbie.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Reckless Passion will be out @ Loose Id tomorrow!

The third story in my Reckless series, Reckless Passion, comes out tomorrow at Loose Id. For anyone who has read the other books, this one is a little bit different. Rather than another story featuring Cody and Dante (the protagonists from the first two books) this story focuses on Cody's uncle, Beau and his... well, his beau. :D

Blurb:

Beau Bradbury has it all. He’s good looking, owns a lucrative business, and has an endless supply of hunks vying for his attention. His skinny, uptight personal assistant shouldn’t rate a bleep on his radar. Nevertheless, there’s just something about Adam that Beau can’t resist.

One night of drunken passion leads to nearly a year of secret trysts during office hours. Adam keeps his private life confidential, while Beau pretends to want nothing more than a good time. It’s a good arrangement, until a simple phone call ruins the status quo and makes Beau green with envy.

Frustrated that Adam might be seeing someone else, Beau tries to put his attraction to the younger man behind him. However, all that changes with the introduction of Adam’s son. Instantly smitten with the sweet little boy, Beau is all the more driven to claim Adam for his own. All he has to do is convince his wary lover to open his heart and trust that there’s more to Beau than his playboy persona suggests.

Excerpt:

Beau Bradbury stared at his laptop, the last quarter’s earnings for Club Casbah slowly burning into his retinas. Glaring at them didn’t change the fact that memberships were on a downward swing. With the economy doing a nosedive, people just weren’t willing to splurge on expensive gentlemen’s clubs in order to get their rocks off. Something would have to be done if he wanted to stay in the black, but he wasn’t sure what. He certainly couldn’t raise the already exorbitant fees he was charging current members. That would only result in losing loyal customers who couldn’t afford the rate increase.

He refilled a highball glass with bourbon and swallowed the bitter brew, enjoying the heat that spread down his throat and crashed into his stomach. If there was ever a good time to get drunk, this certainly looked like the occasion.

Leaning back in his chair, Beau tried to think of some way to drum up business without losing his edge.

Casbah was known as an exclusive club, meaning he couldn’t promote a two-for-one deal without fucking up the club’s reputation. People didn’t pay good money for a club any Tom, Dick, or Harry could be admitted into at a moment’s notice.

After draining the glass, he topped it off yet again. A pleasant buzz built as he drank his fill. Thoughts of work circled around and around in an endless loop. With no easy solution in sight, his business woes slowly dissolved and were replaced by Beau’s favorite mental candy these days.

Adam Winger.

Having hired the young man as his personal assistant the month before, Beau was still on his best behavior around the guy. At twenty-one, Adam was a prime specimen of male virility. Twelve years older than Adam, Beau normally felt like a perverted chicken hawk for lusting after the younger man. At the moment, he just felt horny and in need of some TLC.

However, he had no intention of acting on his desire to fuck Adam’s pert little ass into next week. That didn’t mean he couldn’t think about it all he wanted, though. No one ever needed to know who he was fantasizing about on the rare occasions when he rubbed one out.

It wasn’t that he lacked for company so much as he was sick of the club scene. Taking care of his own needs was simpler than bringing someone home for the night, then having to kick them out the following morning. His taste in men invariably meant he chose the clingiest guy available, someone he’d have to pry out of his life with a crowbar, regardless of how quickly the other man had agreed to casual sex the night before.

Being a wealthy business owner had drawbacks as well as perks.

Those who weren’t swayed by his bank account would usually drop and spread ’em for his blond good looks or the body he religiously exercised. Single and in his thirties, Beau had no intention of letting an ounce of fat touch his short and stocky frame. If he weren’t careful, it would be too damn easy to go from solid to flabby.

Perish the thought. A fat ass wouldn’t catch the attention of anyone, regardless of how much I’m worth.

Beau closed his eyes. His mind flashed from one improper image to another. Adam taking advantage of Beau’s home gym, his pale skin glistening as he made use of the treadmill. Sweaty black curls clung to the sides of his heart-shaped face. Beau was half convinced the man’s tiny running shorts and nearly transparent tank tops were designed as punishment for horny, leering men of his ilk. Learning Adam dressed to the left, and had surprisingly large balls for a man his size, had been worth the torment.

Another image came of Adam decked out to the nines in a formfitting rented tux, his cheeks tinged with pink from all the compliments he’d received during the last party at the club. The coquettish looks and bashful blushing had only made Beau want to bend Adam over the nearest booth and fuck him all the more.

Beau palmed his cock through the slick fabric of his slacks. Christ, he ached. It’d been too long since he’d gotten laid. That was going to have to change. Soon.

A quiet knock sounded on the door, followed by Adam’s deep voice. “Boss?”

“It’s open.” Beau yanked his hand away from his dick and brushed his bangs out of his eyes. He hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

Adam opened the door and then strode into the room carrying his laptop. His curls stuck up in spiky little ringlets, as if he’d been running his fingers through them. Dressed casually, Adam wore a pair of snug chinos and a faded black T-shirt. “Hey, I was just going through your calendar for this month, and it looks like you’re double booked for the thirtieth.”

Speak of the devil, and he appears. Beau blinked away his inner thoughts and stared at the man he’d been obsessing over for the last thirty-plus days. Already half-hard, his cock gave a tiny, happy jerk inside his pants. Why does Adam have to be so fucking adorable?

Beau coughed, trying to concentrate on what Adam was saying. Not an easy feat when his mind was busy translating everything into a subtle come-on. “Why don’t you switch the Adalgo appointment to the morning of the first and cancel my racquetball game with Mitch.”

There. I can do professional, even while half-baked.

A hint of wet pink tongue flashed over Adam’s lower lip as he stared down at his laptop. “That’ll work.”

Beau swallowed a groan.

Adam looked up, his deep brown eyes concerned. “Are you okay?”

Fuck. He hadn’t meant to make a noise. “Fine.”

“All right.” Adam closed his laptop. “Is there anything else you need from me tonight? It’s closing in on seven o’clock, and I’d like to call it a night.”

“No. I –” Beau’s gaze lowered to Adam’s mouth while the younger man licked his lips and made the plump, rosy flesh glisten.

Beau’s control snapped like a dry leaf. Fuck it. “There is something I need from you.”

“Oh?”

Beau got up, his legs a little unsteady beneath him, and advanced toward Adam. “I need you to stop batting your lashes and undressing me with your eyes. If I see you lick your lips in my direction one more time, you’d better make damn sure you’re willing to back up the move with some action.”

Adam took a step backward. “I…I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

“Don’t you?” Beau snatched the laptop out of Adam’s hands and set it on his desk. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I’m paying attention. You want me. I know you do. Even if you’re too chickenshit to admit it.”

Adam’s eyes widened, his chest rising and falling faster. “If that were true, and I’m not saying it is, I still wouldn’t act on it.”

“Why?” Logically, Beau knew all the reasons. They no longer mattered. Lust overruled common sense and fueled his need to claim Adam in the most basic, intimate way possible.

“I work for you. Isn’t that explanation enough?”

“No.” Beau caught Adam’s chin and tilted it up. Without giving Adam a chance to pull away, Beau swooped in and caught the younger man’s mouth with his own. Adam’s lips were firm yet soft, the lower one providing just enough cushion for the brute force behind Beau’s kiss.

Adam gasped and parted his lips, providing just enough space for Beau to take advantage. He slid his tongue into Adam’s mouth and explored, caressing and teasing as he got his first taste. Adam’s mouth was flavored with the French vanilla coffee he favored. A hint of a darker, infinitely richer tang lingered beneath, prompting Beau to keep kissing, to keep savoring, until he could figure out precisely what that unidentifiable zest was.

Meanwhile he palmed Adam’s cheek, the skin hot and prickly under his hand, and buried his fingers in the soft black curls he’d been dying to touch since the first time he’d laid eyes on the younger man.

Adam’s reluctance slowly vanished. His mouth became more pliant, his tongue more daring. His hands fisted in Beau’s shirt and tugged him closer, returning Beau’s aggression tenfold.

Beau lost himself in the taste of Adam’s lips and the feel of the younger man pressing against him. Although Adam was an inch or so taller than Beau, his slighter build felt good in Beau’s arms. Right.

Beau’s pulse thundered in his ears, blood racing from one head to the other. He would’ve liked to go on kissing Adam forever, but his body had other, more pressing desires. All he needed was to hear Adam say he wanted this just as much Beau did, and then he’d give in to his desire to get the younger man naked. He yearned to press against Adam, skin to skin, and explore every inch of the sweet body he’d been fantasizing about for so long.

Panting, Beau tore his mouth away from the soft cushion of Adam’s lips. “Say it.”

Adam lifted his eyes and stared at Beau. “Huh?”

“Tell me you want me. I need to hear you say it before this goes any further.”

“I –” Adam swallowed…

Sunday, November 1, 2009

The Month I Lost My Mind

At least, I fully expect to. Fifty thousand words in a month?? Hey, I know some people can write that fast, but Ally ain't one of 'em. Therefore, I figure I'll be a few sandwiches short of a picnic by the time November is over.

Sooo. Who else is doing this whole NaNoWriMo thing? What are you writing? I'm working on the sequel to Dragon's Kiss. I'm breaking the NaNo rules because it's already a novel in progress, but what the hell. I need to work on this, so I am *g*

Now it's your turn. Share your NaNo project!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Halloween ficlet

Only a few more hours before Halloween, folks! Candies, parties, costumes--mmm! Who doesn't love this holiday? To help get you in the mood for the festivities (as if you weren't already), I have a little ficlet over at Electric Elephant that celebrates the spirit of the season. Head on over and check it out HERE.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

It's Halloween!

Halloween is my absolute favorite time of year. I start pulling stuff out of the basement and deciding what theme to use this year (yes I have enough boxed decorations I can theme). Most of Halloween tends to be geared towards kids. Remember one of the best things, is label the food. You’re guests will love it.

I’d start off with Bloody Brain Shooters. You cannot go wrong with Bailey’s Irish Cream and Strawberry Vodka. Or perhaps some Bayou Slime (think somewhere between a Mojito and a Pink Lady) is more your taste. Then there’s always Black Martinis (Vodka martini’s made with Blavod, a black vodka) or Vampires Kisses (vodka, champagne and chambord).

Hors d'oeuvres for the over 16 crowd could be Deviled Eggs – I usually garnish them with a pimento filled olive, cut in half. Stick it in the center of the egg yolk mixture with the cut side of the olive up. Looks just like an eye-ball. Next is Brain Dip, which works much better if you have a Brain Jello Mold. Basically, it’s a “dump” recipe -- dump one can of cream of mushroom soup in a pan and start heating it up. Dump on bar of cream cheese in and stir it around until it melts, dump one packet of Knox unflavored gelatin in the mix (I recommend doing this when everything is lukewarm so the gelatin doesn’t glob up), dump either one large can of drained salmon or two cans drained tuna or about a pound and a half of chopped up shrimp into the pan. Turn off the heat, make sure its all mixed well and dump it in the mold. Refrigerate and serve with crackers.

For entrees I’m a big fan of ordering out or buying Costco party bags of frozen – finger food always works best for parties. I’ve done maggots and trash (order a party plate of Chow-Mein and white rice), bat-wings (hot wings), snake sandwich (party sized sub, cut into sections and then arranged so it undulates across the platter and toothpick two olives to one end for the head), cocoons (Japanese/Chinese dumplings).

Now treats, beyond the cookies and brownies... my favorite show stopper is Kitty Litter Cake. Buy a brand new small cat litter pan and a brand new kitty pooper scooper. Two 8” round spice cakes crumbled up, butterscotch pudding (about two boxes of Jello brand) a few handfuls of some kind of green cookies (you can dye ‘nilla wafers with food coloring). Mix that all together in the pan. 2-3 really large tootsie rolls, heat them in the microwave just until they’re soft (maybe 10-20 seconds), and then stretch them a little so they look like cat poop. Toss them in the pan. Disgusting looking but it’s also a great tasting cake.

So don't let the kids have all the fun.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

And Now a Word from Someone Else

First of all, I got to apologize for Dr. Kim not answering any of your comments from last time. He’s pissed enough about the whole exposure thing, but that ain’t the way I was raised, so I can promise you I won’t be like that.

I guess I should introduce myself. What with Kim sucking up all available attention--which is how he likes it, much as he bitches about it--y’all haven’t met me yet. I’m Shane, the big dork Jay mentioned. Yeah, I call him Jay, and yeah it pisses him off. I ain’t as pissed at K.A. as Jay is, though I’ve been blowing him for three pages and my jaw is killing me. Could you finish that scene sometime today, sugar? Thanks.

Yeah, we got left literally at sea for awhile, but it was okay, because it gave me a chance to get to know Jay. He’s a hell of a lot more than he wants to let on, and figuring him out is getting to be an itch under my skin. Every time I think I’ve got it scratched, I’m wanting more. And I don’t just mean the sex, which is by the way pretty damn-I’m-having-a-spiritual-moment-here incredible. I want more of him. More of figuring him out, seeing him suddenly come out with shit he never meant to say. (Damn if that isn’t a rip when his eye brows shoot straight up to his hairline, like he’s trying to stare down his own lips for daring to spit that out.)

If it hadn’t been for that time at sea, I could have just chalked it up as one good time out of--well, out of a whole bunch of good times--if a bit more intense. But everything that happened out there has got me thinking, almost wishing that I wasn’t as much of a fuck up as I know I am. Wishing I’d finally figure out what I supposed to do with my life. He’s so damned sure of everything it makes me a little nervous sometimes, to tell you the truth, not that I’d let on in front of him, mind. I do know one thing, though.

Jay might be a smart son of a bitch but there’s one thing he doesn’t know. So am I.