Happy Valentine's Day

Hello all. *wave* I hope everyone is having a nice/romantic/sweet Valentine's Day. I know I have my sweetie doting on me...but then, he does that every day of the year. Yeah, I'm spoiled ;)

I've been MIA the past couple of posting days and I apologize as it wasn't intentional. First, earlier in January, I had surgery. Though the healing/recovery has been awesome and faster than most anticipated, it kind of knocked me off schedule. Speaking of schedules, I've had to completely restructure mine since obtaining a part time job (it kind of fell into my lap and didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth). I'm struggling how to balance work, housework, family, and writing. Unfortunately my writing has suffered the most...housework is next. It's a slow progress, but I'm starting to get a schedule down, along with getting my teens started in their "training" in laundry and dishes and such. ^-^ After over 5 years of not having an outside the house job, I'd forgotten how much I actually do when I do stay home without the kids and husband around. lol

Anyway, I am working on another Fallen Angels novel and would like to see it completed in the near future. This one is centered on Caesar and I hope to have a snippet from it next time I  have to post.

In the meanwhile, I'll post an excerpt from Fallen Angels  - available at Loose Id

Excerpt:

 “Are you sure this is the way?” I asked as we rounded another corner.

“Age is affecting your memory, brother,” Toni whispered as I followed her through the dark corridors. These hidden paths wound through Lucifer’s mansion, connecting nearly every room. It had been many years since I’d wandered them.
“I’m not a voyeur…unlike someone else I know.”
Toni chuckled softly. “I’m nosy. Not a voyeur. Besides, how else would I know the things I know?”
“Things that’ll get you killed if Lucifer knew you knew,” I scolded.
She merely shrugged as if it were no big deal. Was the danger of her knowledge that oblivious to her? Or maybe she really didn’t care.
“Just get me to Adam’s room.” My old room. But I refused to think about my own time spent there.
“It’s at the end of this hall. Come on, impatient one.”
Within minutes, the wall slid and created an opening into the room Lucifer had Adam in. He lay in the bed, and when the door opened, he jerked up, looking around.
“Stay there,” I said so he wouldn’t get up. I was aware of the camera watching him, but also that it was mounted above where I stood so it couldn’t detect my presence. “Lie back down and act as if I’m not here.”
My chest tightened, wanting so badly to take him in my arms. To smell his scent upon me. To taste him. It had been hellish sitting across from him at dinner, unable to speak freely or even reach out to him.
“What are you doing here?” Adam turned onto his side so the camera wouldn’t be aware of him speaking.
“I came to see if you were all right. I needed to see you before…” Before Lucifer came and spent the night with Adam, and I stole the information Adam needed to incriminate the man who’d save me and my sister. However, I couldn’t say the words. It hurt to even think about Adam with someone else.
“No worries.” His voice, void of emotion, made me feel like such an ass for letting him go through this. “Did you know about these hidden passages before now?”
My eyes lowered. I hadn’t realized until after Toni and I got back from our walk that Lucifer had locked Adam away while he took care of business. I couldn’t risk coming to him before. He must understand that, but there was no time to tell him now.
“Will these help us get out of here?”
“Yeah. I’ll come and get you as soon as I’ve got what we need. Oh, meanwhile, you might want to wear whatever clothes he wants you to wear.” I tilted my head toward the pile of clothing at the foot of the bed.
Adam sighed and nodded. “Don’t take too long. This place is too rich for my small-town blood.” He fingered the top sheet material. “Probably too kinky, too.”
I laughed, thinking he looked good lying in such luxury. “Just so you know, there is no sound recording in here. Only in the dining hall and Lucifer’s private rooms.”
“The reason for your visit.”
“Yeah. Well…” Why hadn’t I told him about the surveillance before we got here?
Adam turned over. “Go. I don’t want him catching you here.”
I nodded and took a step back. “Adam…”
I heard him sigh. “You too.”
Reluctantly, I stepped back into the passage, and the door closed.
“Touching.”
“Shut up,” I growled and stalked away from Adam’s room.

A Great Review

My latest M/M work of fiction, Fallen Angels, was released earlier this month. I enjoyed writing this book, but was weary on how well it would be taken.
Yesterday started out with a review sitting in my email. As usual, it took me several moments to open it and I'm glad I did.

Fallen Angels was given 5 stars by Rainbow Reviews (which I'm grateful for as they specialize in gay fiction). :)

"From the moment I started reading Fallen Angels I could not put it down. - This is an amazing read that I cannot recommend more highly!" ~ Emily

For the full review - http://rainbow-reviews.com/?p=375

Thought I'd start the week here with an excerpt :) Enjoy and see you in two weeks!



Genre: Contemporary/GLBT
http://www.loose-id.net/detail.aspx?ID=726

Blurb:
Adam Hardy’s assignment was clear: Infiltrate the pseudo-biker gang Fallen Angels and bring back the dirt on their big boss, Lucifer.

Nowhere in the mission statement did it tell him to fall for their leader, Mammon, named after the fallen angel of greed.

Marc, aka Mammon, thought that a quick dip would sate the lust he held for the newest Fallen Angel. After all, Adam would never be his now that Lucifer has taken an interest in the pretty boy. Intent on making him a golden boy.

Who knew sex and the unexpected bond of trust would bring the two men together as they try to take Lucifer down and out of their lives forever. Can the two survive all the obstacles thrown at them?

Excerpt:

“Food has nothing to do with what you want.” I gave him a shit-eating smirk.

His head fell back against the fridge. “How did you know?”

“It’s my job to observe, to know who I take into the fold.” His body trembled under mine, and he stilled. It only lasted a second, but I made note of it. There was a chance Adam wasn’t out, which would explain his reaction.

“So, now what?” His question came out breathlessly.

“Now we fuck, pretty boy.” Before Adam could protest, I grabbed hold of the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head, effectively trapping his arms up in the material. He could have freed himself with just a small amount of struggle; instead, he stood there, chest heaving with his panting breath. Adam looked too hot, with his cheeks flushed and lips parted. Evidence of my need to shave had made the skin around those lickable lips irritated to match his rosy face.

Using one hand to hold his arms up, I bent my head and took a nibble at the closest nipple. He gasped, his head falling back and eyes closing. I sucked it between my teeth and bit harder. Adam’s body jerked, and a moan tore from his throat.

“Like that?” I asked, licking soothingly around the nipple.

There was a hesitation before his answer. “Yes.” It was spoken softly, as if he was reluctant to tell me. It made me wonder. Having had my share of lovers, not too many of the real pretty ones were into pain, afraid of marring their beauty. Most wanted the tender, soft touches of a gentle lover. But not all, as Adam was proof.

I left the straining nipple and trailed light kisses up his broad chest and then shifted over to his collarbone. Adam sighed in response; his body relaxed further into mine. I licked his neck; the salty flavor of sweat invaded my mouth. I licked again, then quickly sucked in flesh and bit. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, just enough to leave a mark. Adam’s hips jerked forward against me, and a cross between a cry of pain and moan of pleasure rocketed from his mouth.

I nearly spent my load right there. Iron-clad control was the only thing that kept it from happening. How long it would actually last was another story.

I stepped back abruptly, releasing Adam. He blinked at me, dazed and confused.
“Mammon?”

“Don’t talk. Bedroom. Now.” I spoke between clenched teeth. I turned and started to the bedroom, yanking at the buttons of my jeans. I didn’t have to look back to see if Adam followed. Could hear him hurrying behind a moment after leaving him in the kitchen.

By the time I reached the bed, I tugged my feet out of my jeans and damned the stubborn boots that had taken precious time to get off. Behind me, I heard Adam undressing as well. Turning, I found he, too, had trouble with his boots and jeans.

I was impatient. Almost desperate to be inside of him. I could imagine how hot and tight his ass would be. Again, I called upon that well-learned control as I watched him finally dispense with his last bit of clothing.

I went to the bedside table and retrieved the bottle of lube and a condom. The safe houses were always fully stocked. Throwing them onto the bed, I went to Adam. He looked around the room, and I sensed that he felt a little -- lost? Reluctant? Unsure? Maybe a little of each.

Kissing him swiftly, pulling his body to mine, our bare flesh finally came together. We moaned in unison as our cocks made contact. It never ceased to amaze me how wonderful it felt to have another hard dick rubbing along my shaft. Wetness seeped from my tip, anxious for action.

I pushed Adam toward the bed, releasing my hold. “On your knees, pretty boy.”

Coming soon...

Counting down to my latest M/M book, Fallen Angels, from Loose-Id. It's looking to be a June 3rd release date. *yay* As soon as I recieve my cover, I'll get it posted here :) Meanwhile, here's the blurb and a hot little excerpt.
Have a great week!

Blurb:
Adam Hardy’s assignment was clear: Infiltrate the pseudo-biker gang Fallen Angels and bring back the dirt on their big boss, Lucifer.

Nowhere in the mission statement did it tell him to fall for their leader, Mammon, named after the fallen angel of greed.

Marc, aka Mammon, thought that a quick dip would sate the lust he held for the newest Fallen Angel. After all, Adam would never be his now that Lucifer has taken an interest in the pretty boy. Intent on making him a golden boy.

Who knew sex and the unexpected bond of trust would bring the two men together as they try to take Lucifer down and out of their lives forever. Can the two survive all the obstacles thrown at them?


Excerpt:

I never experienced longing this intense. All my instincts screamed to run. To escape. Isn’t that why I’d suffered the pain getting loose from my bindings? Now, I blew my entire plan, by kissing my enemy. All right, we’d already had sex three times. Intimate times. But this…what I did now was different. I was fucking insane.

I’d been surprised to find myself hard and wanting by the time I managed to pin Marc. Even more so when he responded in kind. It was the complete look of defeat that broke my resolve. At first, I wanted to comfort him. Soothe away the hurt and distrust.

As the kiss deepened, his hips bucked up, rubbing against me. I moaned, and my hold loosened. Beneath his sweaty, masculine flavor, I tasted blood. His. Mine. We’d both shed our share in the fight. Distantly, I knew if this was a trick, I was screwed because I had little fighting strength left in me. Adrenaline had been the only thing that kept me running. Now, I felt it shift into lustful desire. The kind that drove a person crazy if it wasn’t appeased.

I took the risk and shifted my grip from Marc’s wrists to entwining my fingers with his, trusting that his reactions were real and not deception. He squeezed my hands, almost comforting, instead of threatening. He could easily flip me and have the advantage, but didn’t. He was busy delving deep into my mouth, his tongue aggressively dominating mine.

I pulled away, breathless. “I should be running, not kissing.”

Marc’s pelvis ground up into my weight. “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”

My eyes closed against my will, reveling in the feel of Marc responding to me. He appeared as desperate for this as I felt. “We’re fucking insane.”

“Insane. Yes.” He lifted his head and nipped at my bottom lip. I groaned as pleasure and pain merged. “Fucking. We’ll get there in a few.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I shook my head and gazed into his arresting dark eyes. “We need to…” My protests were cut off when he kissed me again. The urge to resist melted, as did my sanity.

Marc took charge as he had our previous times together. I didn’t mind. In fact, I enjoyed it. The word submissive came to mind, but in reality it didn’t fit. I delighted in a little pain with my pleasure during sex, relished in having a strong lover. One who knew what he wanted and had no qualms in taking it. But that was the extent to any submissive nature inside me.

My hands released his and slid down Marc’s torso. He wore a T-shirt when I’d attacked. Now, it was nothing more than rags hanging sexily on him. But it had to go; the feel of his skin was more important. I finished ripping the material from his body with a groan as my gaze fell to his beautiful, smooth skin. Already he had a bruise or two surfacing, but that just made him sexier. Trophies of the battle.

My fingers found the button to his jeans and clumsily tore at it. Marc moaned into my mouth when the treasure I sought fell into my hand.

His cock throbbed in my grasp, the flesh soft and hot. My thumb brushed over the tip, and his wetness clung to my skin. Marc’s body jerked in response, and then he thrust forward in my grip.

“So good,” he muttered into my ear.

Since I still wore only my boxers, Marc easily freed my cock and turned us on our sides, facing each other. My teeth nibbled at his neck, our hips thrust in time to one another. Our breath became rapid, and moans increased. Fire burned deep in my groin. Heat blazed my nerves as sweat coated my body.

I licked Marc’s neck, and his salty sweat deliciously coated my taste buds. I wished the tightness of Marc’s hand was his ass, but there was no way I’d stop this to get the condoms from the bedroom.

“So close,” I moaned, speeding up my pace.

Marc cried out my name as he shot his jizz onto my stomach. I followed suit with a yell of release before collapsing, weak as a newborn kitten.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Here we are again. Another holiday on my blogging day. Guess that's my lot in life *lol* Hope everyone wore their green and didn't get pinched too much :)

I've been busy trying to get my next Dragon Riders book completed so I can go on to my next M/M story. I'm truly having withdrawls :D

Meanwhile, I'm waiting word on one titled Fallen Angels and thought I'd give a little peek at it. Remember, this is unedited, so forgive if I've missed some grammer mistakes.

Blurb:
Adam Hardy’s assignment was clear: Infiltrate the pseudo-biker gang Fallen Angels and bring back the dirt on their big boss, Lucifer.

Nowhere in the mission statement did it tell him to fall for their leader, Mammon.

Marc, aka Mammon, thought that a quick dip would sate the lust he held for the newest Fallen Angel. After all, Adam would never be his now that Lucifer has taken an interest in the pretty-boy.

Who knew sex and the unexpected bond of trust would bring the two men together as they try to take Lucifer down and out of their lives forever. Can the two survive all the obstacles thrown at them or will Lucifer make their lives a true hell?

Unedited excerpt:
“Mammon?” Adam’s voice was thick with sleep.

“Marc.” Okay, I’m really losing it now. Where in hell had that come from?

Adam lifted his head, brows drawn together with confusion. “Huh?”

I swallowed hard, my throat trying to constrict. Only two people knew my real name. Adam would make three. Despite the devil on my right shoulder poking me with his pitchfork and cursing at my stupidity, I wanted this man to know my real name. I don’t know why, but I wanted to hear Adam say my name.

“Marc. My name is Marc.” Adam sat up, his gaze locked to my face. He still looked bewildered. I chuckled. “You don’t think my parents actually named me Mammon, do you?” It felt strange having after sex discussions. I usually took off right after the act, feeling restless and unsatisfied. It was refreshing not to feel that way with Adam.

“Uh, no. I mean, it just gave me a shock.” His cheeks darkened with a flush.

I smiled, really enjoying flustering him. From my observations and reports from the others, Adam was standoffish from the others, almost shy unless his mind was ticking away on a plan. And what he had shown the small group was that he could be a real hard ass at times. No one knew much about him as he rarely talked about himself. Besides what my background checks produced and what I’d observed of him, his history was a mystery. Perhaps that’s what intrigued me about him. His conflicting personality. Even now, after witnessing the passion buried deep under that stone cold, all-business character. He was a puzzle I wanted to solve. My problem was that I had only a day to do so.

I guess that’s why I decided to hit on him and try to sate this lustful ache I’ve had for him since I first laid eyes on him. But I don’t think it worked as I’d planned. Now, I just wanted more of him.

I shrugged, my smile fading. “I’m trusting you not to tell anyone else. It’s our secret.”

Adam nodded.

“And if I hear the slightest whisper, I’ll know where it came from.” I surprised him, pinning his hands to the bed, my body rolling on top of his. “Trust me when I say that you never want to screw with me.” My eyes narrowed on him, my expression grim. Intimidation was always one of my better traits. I’d learned from a master.

His brow raised and the corner of his lips twitched as if suppressing a smile. “I don’t know, Marc.” My stomach flipped and I had to hold back the pleasant sigh at hearing my name fall from his lips. “Screwing with you has so far been quite invigorating.” He smiled and my lungs emptied of oxygen.

That was it. I couldn’t hold up my threatening façade after that. My cock had rejuvenated with him just saying my name. What this man did to me was amazing. A once in a lifetime find.

“Invigorating, you say? Maybe stimulating is a better word?” I pressed my hips down and shoved upward, showing him just how he affected me.

Adam gasped. “Greedy man. Wanting more and more,” he said, but there was laughter in his voice, his eyes shining.

“Mammon is the name for the fallen angel of greed.” I dipped my head and nipped at his bottom lip.

“No complaints here.” Adam’s arm wrapped around my back, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, pulling me closer.