Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Sunday, April 26, 2015

UNTIL YOU


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Blurb:

Asher has a few issues. His older brother amassed a huge gambling dept that landed him in the hospital, thanks to a couple of thugs, his immediate boss at the club where he works is out for revenge, what for, Asher has no clue, and the owner of the club, the wealthy Max Tyler, is after his ass – literally.
Asher is also attracted to Max, but the same people who put his brother in the hospital also want Max Tyler dead. Not only that, but they are blackmailing Asher into helping with the heinous plot. Do as they say or his brother will die.
But Max Tyler is not so easily defeated, by thugs or a reluctant Asher. Lust at first sight, Max always gets what he wants and he wants Asher, even if it kills him.
And it just might.


NEW EXCERPT

About halfway through his shift, Asher noticed a man standing against the wall toward the back of the room. Tall and dark, the shadows hid most of his face, but his posture screamed confidence. Asher couldn't tell the color, but the exquisitely tailored suit the man had on was definitely not off any rack. The man's gaze sent shivers down Asher's back, making it impossible to ignore him. Was he looking at him? Asher didn't understand why he suddenly felt so self-conscious. He darted quick looks back every time he could just to see if the guy was still there, watching.
But honestly how much sense did that really make? The guy couldn't be watching him. Except every glance Asher hazarded in the man's direction told him differently. He also noticed the man was continually approached by people. Once even by Griffin himself, but each one was quickly waved off, and the man would be standing alone again. Asher grinned when he thought of Griffin's sharp nose going up in the air right before he seemed to stomp away from the mysterious man. He wondered briefly if they knew each other. Probably not.
Asher considered approaching the man, offering a drink or menu, but, with the total brush-off he was giving to everyone else, he quickly dismissed the idea. Besides, if he had needed anything, Griffin would have taken care of it. It was quite obvious the man simply wanted to be left alone. But even after some time had passed, Asher still noticed that the man never really moved from his place against the wall.
And continued to stare at Asher.
How strange.
"Earth to Asher." Rogan rapped on the bar with his knuckles.
Asher startled and looked up. "What?"
"What do you mean, what? You need something? Come on. I'm busy. What's got you staring off into space?"
"N-nothing. Just…" He sighed and turned to face the bar. "Rogan, do you see that guy leaning on the wall over there near the door? Who is he?"
Rogan looked up, then around. "Where? I don't see anyone leaning against a wall."
Asher turned to where the man was standing, but Rogan was right. He was gone. How very strange. "Huh. Never mind. He's gone."
"Good. Now you can go back to work. What do you want?"

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Thursday, April 23, 2015

New Guest Post for V.L. Locey's "Two Man Advantage"

4 Flame Gay Erotic Hockey Romance




Blurb: Victor Kalinski, all-star forward for the Boston Barracudas, is one of the biggest jerks in professional hockey. Before long his aggressive attitude gets him shipped off to play in the minor leagues.
Furious, he takes to the ice with equal amounts of skill and scathing sarcasm, which doesn’t win him any friends—except for good-natured alternate captain Daniel Arou. He won’t take any of Vic’s crap, and he won’t take no for an answer.
But Vic’s troublemaking is pulling his career one way while Dan’s talent is pushing his in the other. However much they scorch the sheets, they might soon be separated by more than Vic’s fear of being hurt.
Inside Scoop:  This book contains scorching gay sex and a heaping helping of no-holds-barred snark between hot hockey heroes who don’t pull their punches.
A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


R (Explicit Language, Gay Sexual Sitautions):
I was soaping up my head when I heard the bathroom door squeak. I froze, hands on my head, shampoo foam sneaking down my temples.

 “Hey, Kalinski? I’m sorry if I touched a sore spot, okay?”

There I stood, like a carving of the Roman shampoo god Dandrufficus, silent and stony. I was aching for something but didn’t know what.
No. That’s a miserable-ass lie. I ached to see Arou pull back the thin shower curtain, step over the side of the tub and kiss me into forgetting my tenth birthday…and my eleventh…and my fourteenth as well. I cleared my throat.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said loudly enough to be heard over the rushing water. The plastic curtain rustled when he closed the door. My fingers slipped from my head to hang by my thighs. Eyes closed, I stepped forward. The stream beat down on my head, filling my ears with water and bubbles. I could still hear Dan just on the other side of the shower curtain. My shoulder muscles tensed.

“I tend to let my mouth run away with me sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, I know how that goes."

Taking a step back, I glanced at the dark form outside the curtain. He must be lounging on the small sink. There wasn’t room for two men in here, especially me and Daniel Arou. I turned to let the water beat the tension from my upper back.

“I didn’t mean any harm,” Dan said. I placed my hands on the tiles, not even seeing the mildew on the grout. Why the fuck was this man apologizing? “I’m sorry if your childhood was rough.”
Yep, that was the clincher. I threw the curtain to the right so hard the old, brittle plastic tore off several of the rusty metallic shower rings. Dan lifted his head quickly from his study of his feet.

“You don’t know shit about me or my childhood. For your information, asscrack, what I said was a joke!” I snarled, pointing a finger at him.

He stared at me. Water was dripping from my finger to the floor. His eyes betrayed him. I saw the long, hungry look. My accusatory digit fluttered downward. My cock began to rise to take my pointy-finger’s place. Dan grew slightly pale, mumbled something, then tripped over his large feet out the bathroom door.

I exited the shower. Just stepped out. Left the water running, wetting the floor, and followed the stupid shit. Dan was facing the front door, his back as stiff as my prick.

“I was not checking you out,” he said through clenched teeth.

I stood about a foot behind him, my dick at attention.

“Yeah, you were,” I said. A horn blew outside in the parking lot. A round of male guffaws followed. My wet skin was starting to get chilly. The heater in the room was locked at fifty-five. “I told you I’m not gay.”

“Neither am I,” he said rapidly. Too rapidly.

Yeah, I knew how this was going to go. I had been hiding my bisexuality since I was old enough to like looking at other guys’ packages in the high school locker room. While things were changing for LGBT players, a ton of us were still pretending.

“That’s too bad,” I said, taking a step closer to him. The floor creaked. He sucked in a short breath. His gasp made me smile. “Seems a gay dude and a bi guy in the same room could be honest with each other at the very least.”
That announcement brought the sexy little shit around in a hurry. One dark eyebrow was climbing up his forehead. Those startlingly blue eyes dropped downward. He licked his bottom lip. My cock began to weep.

“You’re bi?”

“Yeah, and right now I would like nothing better than to jack you up against that dresser and kiss you into a state of delirium.”

Dan wet his lips again. Either he was trying to turn me on, which was a wasted effort given how hard my dick was for the man, or it was a nervous tic. Whatever, it was making me crazy. I rolled my hands into fists to keep them from reaching for him.

“Look, stubby, I need a reply here,” I groaned a minute later. Maybe I had misread his signals. Fuck knows I do it often enough with chicks. Guys are usually less confusing, but not always. “If you’re not up for getting laid, speak up now and I’ll go back into the shower, take care of this boner, then pretend this little conversation never took place.”

Another horn blew in the parking lot. Raucous laughter erupted outside our window. The Cougars were bored. Dan reached behind his back to lock the door. Well. Fuck. Me. I suddenly felt lightheaded.


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V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted goofy domestic fowl, and  two steers.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.


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Secret Cravings Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Tumble Dry
Coming in August 2015 - Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom Series)

Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology)
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 3: He's a Lumberjack and He`s Undead
Love of the Hunter
Goaltender`s Penalty
All I Want for Christmas - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
Early to Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
 Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology)
 Night of the Jackal
An Erie Halloween
An Erie Operetta
Back to the Garden (Also part of the Mythologically Torqued Anthology)

Ellora`s Cave Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Bound, Boarded and Bagged
Coming soon . . . Long Change and Shutdown Pair


Saturday, April 18, 2015

Blast from the Past - HOW WEST WAS WON

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Blurb:

Jake is on a much-needed vacation when he receives a desperate call from Alan, his former boyfriend. Against his better judgment, Jake comes to Alan’s aid. But when the men become stranded in the middle of nowhere, Alan is determined to get to town before the sun sets rather than spend the night in the car. Unfortunately, they have to cut across private property to do it. Since it’s trespassing, they could get arrested

—or surrounded by a bunch of cowboys hell bent on teaching the trespassers a lesson.

Thankfully, a muscular, stunning cowboy named Colton shows up to save the day. But he’s not about to let Jake off easy. It seems there are still a few lessons to be learned, and it looks like they might involve leather, some handcuffs, and a suspiciously high, padded trunk...

Special Excerpt:


Doug and Rob headed in the direction of Jake’s car, and Mark moved his horse closer to Alan. “You’ll have to ride on my horse, Mr. Gregory. Have you ever ridden on a horse?”

“Fuck, no! And I’m not riding on a horse!”

Mark looked back to Colton, who once again raised a single eyebrow. “It’s getting late, Mr. Gregory. You have one of two choices. Either ride with Mark to the ranch, where he will take you to the bus station—in a truck, of course—or he will escort you back to the vehicle where you will remain for the night. Alone. Which will it be?”

Jake knew Alan would not consider that a choice.

“Fine. I’ll ride that stinky thing. How the hell do I get up there?”

Mark reached down and effortlessly hauled Alan up to sit behind him. “Hang on.” With that, Mark turned his horse and galloped in the same direction the others had. Jake smiled when he saw Alan fling his arms around Mark’s waist and scream, burying his head into Mark’s back. Then Jake looked back at Colton.

Colton was watching him intently. “Looks like it’s just you and me…boy.”

“Yes, sir. It does.” Jake raised his chin. “What do you want me to do?” Once again, Jake could not keep the smirk from his face. He was begging for another beating, he knew it. Colton was not gay. Several times he had taken in the man’s groin and there had never been a change. Even with all the flirting.

“Mr. Harmon, I do believe you are indeed a brat. I may have to whip that out of you.”

“Yes, sir. You can try, sir.”

“You will have to ride on my horse as well, Mr. Harmon. Think you can do that?”

Jake looked at the large animal and how high up the saddle was. For the first time, his heart fluttered and not in a good way. He watched as Colton swung himself up into that saddle and swallowed hard when Colton extended his hand, like Mark had done for Alan. “Shit. That’s really high up there, isn’t it?”

“No fear, Mr. Harmon…Jake. May I call you Jake?”

Jake swallowed again, thinking how fucking sexy it was that Colton had just said his name, all throaty and rough. “Sure, sir.”

“No fear, Jake. I’ll make sure you don’t fall off. Trust me.”

Oh yeah. Great words. He reached up and let the big hand surround his own, then the next thing he knew, he was in the saddle. But unlike Alan, Jake sat in front of Colton. Colton’s strong arm circled his waist, pulling Jake tight against the big man’s warm chest.

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Friday, April 17, 2015

Guest Post for V.L. Locey's new "Two Man Advantage"

4 Flame Gay Erotic Hockey Romance


Blurb: Victor Kalinski, all-star forward for the Boston Barracudas, is one of the biggest jerks in professional hockey. Before long his aggressive attitude gets him shipped off to play in the minor leagues.

Furious, he takes to the ice with equal amounts of skill and scathing sarcasm, which doesn’t win him any friends—except for good-natured alternate captain Daniel Arou. He won’t take any of Vic’s crap, and he won’t take no for an answer.

But Vic’s troublemaking is pulling his career one way while Dan’s talent is pushing his in the other. However much they scorch the sheets, they might soon be separated by more than Vic’s fear of being hurt.

Inside Scoop:  This book contains scorching gay sex and a heaping helping of no-holds-barred snark between hot hockey heroes who don’t pull their punches.

A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


10 Reasons to Love Hockey Players

1- They have great hands.
2- They always wear protection.
3- They have tremendous stamina and energy.
4- They know when to play rough.
5- They can score from any position.
6- They can go hard for 60 minutes and still be ready for overtime.
7- They love to slam bodies.
8- They find the opening and get in.
9- They know how to use their wood.
10- They have long sticks.

Excerpts

PG-13 (Mature Language):
One short little shit got my attention when Lambert told them to try again. He was a dark-haired little scrapper with a light-sienna complexion, who got into the corners, putting elbow to nose and lumber to teeth with no remorse until he got the puck free. I liked his grit. And the way his dark hair hung out from under his lid, flipping up at the ends. The man had some good flow going on.

His style was good, his eyes sharp, his stick handling above par and his ankles strong. He was the only one who had a grasp of what he was supposed to be doing, if you asked me. When he skated past in pursuit of the puck, I got a glimpse of a round, cute face with a button nose and lapis lazuli eyes. He executed a perfect side-stop, his plump mouth drawing up as he looked at me.

“Holy shit, it’s the big bad boy of Beantown,” he yelled to be heard over the shouts of his teammates. There was a noticeable Canadian accent when he spoke. He was probably no older than my twenty-four, if that. He wore the big A on his shoulder, so I knew he was an alternate captain. Shit, but he had a sexy Elvis Presley mouth. “What’s your expert opinion on how we’re looking, Kalinski?”

"To quote Reggie Dunlop as played by Paul Newman in Slapshot, 'Jesus Christ, what a *#*#* nightmare."

He chuckled then skated down ice. His said his last name was spelled A-R-O-U.
Coach Lambert skated into my line of sight. I smiled pleasantly.

"What kind of fresh holy *#*#* hell is this?" Coach asked, coming through the gate and stalking past me. “Did you think I was kidding when I told you never to darken my door again, Kalinski?” he asked, throwing the door to his office open.

“You’re going to *#*# the shit out of those blades,” I pointed out as I lingered in the doorway. Coach Lambert threw me a blistering look. I didn’t remember him hating me quite this badly. “But hey, it’s your nutsack Carl will roast over an open fire, not mine.”

“Shut the door, sit down and keep that toxic *#*#* mouth of yours closed.”

I did as he asked. Lambert fell into a rolling office chair to unlace his skates. The plastic wheels whimpered at the abuse. His gray eyes drilled into mine as he untied his laces with short, jerky motions. One skate sailed across the room, hitting the wall with a sickening thud.

“I can’t believe this is how the *#*#* repay me for fourteen years of coaching expertise,” Coach snarled, yanking violently on a hellacious knot in his laces.

“Your team has come in last for the past two years. I’m not sure you can call that expertise.”

Lambert nearly ripped his foot off. The skate flew past my left ear and embedded itself a good four inches into the sheetrock behind me. Slowly shifting my attention from the skate of doom to Lambert, I gifted him with one of my “I was only kidding” smirks. It had little to no effect. If anything, the vein right above his left eye thumped faster. 

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V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted goofy domestic fowl, and  two steers.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

 Secret Cravings Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Tumble Dry
Coming in August 2015 - Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom Series)

Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology)
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 3: He's a Lumberjack and He`s Undead
Love of the Hunter
Goaltender`s Penalty
All I Want for Christmas - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
Early to Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
 Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology)
 Night of the Jackal
An Erie Halloween
An Erie Operetta
Back to the Garden (Also part of the Mythologically Torqued Anthology)

Ellora`s Cave Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Bound, Boarded and Bagged
Coming soon . . . Long Change and Shutdown Pair

Saturday, April 11, 2015

A Blast from the Past - AMBER MOON

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BLURB:

Logan has a past he doesn't want to talk about. One, that after tonight, he is leaving behind for good. He is also leaving behind his all-consuming, unrequited love for Ryder. He will drink the Amber Moon that wise old Solomon has put in front of him and finally walk into a new future. Maybe even a new love.

But that may not have been what Solomon meant. Maybe Solomon knew something Logan didn't. Like things in Logan's past that can't be left behind. Ryder being one of them. Because Ryder doesn't like the idea of only being in Logan's past, not when he fully intends to be Logan's future.

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NEW EXCERPT

Logan took a seat on the far left side, well away from the bartender. Seemed the old man hadn’t seen him come in, but even as he thought it he knew it wasn’t true. The bartender had direct sight of the door, no obstacles to obscure his observance of who came and who went. Not to mention, Logan had the feeling not much, if anything, got by this man.

Logan wasn’t even sure why he was here other than the overwhelming thought that something was about to happen. He tingled from all the weirdness this day had brought. But still, here he was, not in panic mode, sitting and waiting for…

What?

Crap! Was he waiting for Ryder again? That somehow the guy would track him down after all this time and show up in a bar that wasn’t even supposed to be here?

He looked down at his hands as he contemplated simply leaving. He was fooling himself into thinking there was something here, kidding himself that anything profound could ever happen to him…like love.

“Welcome. My name is Solomon. What can I get for you?”

Logan startled. He hadn’t seen the bartender approach.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“No, it’s fine. I…” Logan stared into fathomless eyes as he sensed them reaching into his very soul. He was spellbound by them. Wrinkles of age gave the appearance the man was ancient, but even though that wasn’t quite right, suddenly Logan knew those eyes had seen everything: great pain, immense joy, the war of nations and the utter peace and trust of a sleeping child; from the grief of total loss to the delight of having come through the greatest challenge the victor. Absolutely everything! Maybe even God himself.

Solomon was the reason he was here. Solomon would change it all.

“What can I get for you?”
                   
Logan was snapped back to cruel reality. Well, this reality, whatever that was. When he looked back up at Solomon, the eyes were normal.

Of course, they’re normal, you moron. He’s a bartender, for crying out loud. That’s all. A man who knows drinks not the depths of my pain and desires. But…damn. “I…I don’t…maybe…”

“An Amber Moon, perhaps?”

“What?” His heart lurched hard enough to cause actual pain.

“I think you were about to ask for an Amber Moon.”       

There was such a drink? An Amber Moon? This was a nightmare. Had to be. You couldn’t make shit like this up…could you? “Sure.” Really? I said sure?

“Coming up.”

He watched the man walk away, the man who he thought would change his life, off to get him an Amber fucking Moon! Now he should run. Run far, far away and never look back.

But he wouldn’t. Somehow he still believed this man knew at least something. He had to. Why else would he suggest an Amber Moon?

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Thursday, April 9, 2015

The Door Keeper - Excerpt #2

I was playing around again and did another "cover". These are just about as fun as the videos! Anyway, here's another unedited excerpt along with the video.

Blurb:

Arrain took two more steps which brought him right into Nick’s personal space. Nick closed his eyes and breathed in Arrain’s scent. Somehow he had committed it to memory during that short, almost adolescent, make-out session they had had back in the alley. And now all he wanted to do was submit to the man who enveloped his very being in simply being in front of him. But having his eyes closed was not good. How could he take in the nakedness of the god with his eyes closed? Except when he did open them his whole field of vision was taken up by Arrain’s eyes. Then his lips were on his and Arrain’s tongue was pushing through them and into him. Oh! How could a tongue feel so good? Nick noticed Arrain’s arms circling around him and pulling him close. Somehow Nick’s arms were already around Arrain’s neck. When had he done that? Did it matter? Their bodies were pressed together, chest to chest, groin to groin and wait! What the hell were Nick’s arms doing up so high? There was naked flesh to fondle and touch and squeeze and places where his fingers would be oh so happy to go. What’s this towel doing still covering any part of this man? Towels should be outlawed, done away with completely.
Oh! Wonderful fleshy butt cheeks that obeyed Nick’s hands when he moved them and kneaded them and pushed his digits down between them. Was that a moan coming from Arrain? Yes! Oh, such sounds, like he was enjoying Nick’s hands on him. Nick certainly relished using his hands. And his fingers. There. His opening. Can he push inside? Just a little?
“What are you doing?” Arrain’s voice was raspy as he pulled out of the kiss.
“Investigating.” Nick wished he had lube here, condoms. Damn. He hadn’t been with anyone in so long that he no longer bothered to carry any with him.
Arrain looked down on Nick. “You want to begin the pairing?”
Nick choked back a laugh. “Wow. A true romantic.” Nick pushed his finger deeper. There, That ought to put the man's mind back on the right things
But instead, Arrain chuckled. 
Nick grunted. “Geez. You’re laughing. Also not the reaction I was going for.”
Arrain made a quick movement back which dislodged Nick’s finger. But what Arrain did next made Nick forget all about it. Arrain dropped to his knees and started to undo Nick’s pants. But, damn. He hadn’t showered and he really needed to. He stopped Arrain’s hands and stepped back.
“Wait, big guy. I need a shower first then we can play all we want.”
“No problem. I’ll help. It’ll go faster.”
It was Nick’s turn to chuckle as he finished with the pants button and fly. “I doubt that.”
“Okay. Let me change that statement. We’ll both come faster.”
“That what this pairing thing is, then? Slam, bam?” Nick stepped out of his filthy jeans, Arrain making it nearly impossible by stepping closer to start unbuttoning his shirt. Once again his heady, very aroused, male scent driving Nick crazy.
“Well, this first time certainly will be for me. I’m so fucking hot, Nick. Seeing this body constantly, smelling you, wanting desperately to touch you all the time. I know I will not be able to hold out for long.”
Well, Nick had to admit, probably longer then he would.
And, yeah. The man was fucking hot.
Finally naked Nick suddenly felt self-conscience about his older, skinnier body. His skin wasn’t tight anymore, he was pale everywhere, there were spots and scars. Nearly hairless except for his groin area, Nick was mortified when he saw all the gray mixed in with the black pubic hair. When the fuck had he turned old there? Shit. His heart beating wildly he turned away, except now he was exposing his probably saggy old ass to the man of his dreams. His young dreams. Damn it.


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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

The Door Keeper

The Door Keeper

Due out May 26, 2015.

Okay, the cover is not really the cover. Just messing around with a picture I am using as a "holding cover". So, yeah, probably never be a cover artist. LOL! Anyway, below is a small unedited excerpt from this new book.

Excerpt:

“Hey! You there. What do you think you’re doing mucking around in a police cordoned off area?”
Nick had the pleasure of seeing the guy jerk up, surprised.
But he didn’t run.
Nick felt for his gun as the guy slowly moved his hands away from his body in a show of surrender. “I’m unarmed,” he called out then cocked his head. “Are you a cop?”
Nick stopped about twelve feet from him. There was something about this shadow man, something familiar. “Yeah. Who are you?”
“A friend. I’m…investigating this murder as well. I’m also after the man who did this.”
“Man? You know it’s a man and that it’s just one?”
The shadow man hesitated. “Yes. To my knowledge, there is just one who has done this and it is a man.”
“How do you know?”
“How do you not?” The man lowered his hands. “I trust you are not going to shoot me.”
“Trust is a fickle thing.” But Nick moved his hand away from his gun. “Step into the light.”
The man complied and when he did Nick knew he had never seen a more beautiful man in his life. Piercing blue eyes, curly blond hair, a heavy shadow of a darker blond beard and mustache as if he hadn’t shaved in several days. His chest was broad, his shoulders wide, the man had to stand at least six two which beat Nick’s five nine all to hell. He had on a light blue button down under a brown jacket, the sleeves rolled up, his blue tie hanging undone around his neck. His tight dark jeans hugged every inch of him and did little to hide the man’s ample package. Nick found himself wanting to palm that heat.
The other thing that threw him completely for a loop was the fact this was the shadow man from his fantasies. The pull had teased him when he spotted the man poking around in the dark. But Nick thought it was simply because he indeed was in shadow. And even though Nick had never actually seen the man who haunted his periphery he knew this man was him. In the flesh! Nick tried to speak but choked on his words so ended up having to try again.
He didn’t do much better.
“I’m going to ask you again, what are you doing here?” Raspy. Low. He sounded like an idiot as he tried to think sport scores, Wendy in that tight red top she thought she looked hot in, his mother, anything to keep his tongue from hanging out like a dog. But it didn’t work.
He was suddenly imagining the man naked.
Woof.
“I’m going to tell you again.” The man took a couple steps closer. His voice going soft. “Investigating a murder.” Did the man recognized Nick as well? Crap. He actually wanted to be pushed up against the brick and let the big man have at it.
“What department are you from?” Nick’s voice was softer, too, but only because he was actually trying to remember how to speak, trying desperately to keep his eyes up on the beautiful man’s face and not let them descend down his tight body to take another look at the bulge in the man’s pants. Was it a bulge or just the way the man was built? Just how big was that thing and would it fit?
And just where the fuck were these thoughts coming from?
Damn it! He wasn’t some horny teenager! He was a mature, career minded man with purpose. Why was he suddenly acting like he hadn’t been laid in years?
Well, he hadn’t, but that was hardly the point. He was an adult! A detective on a murder case, okay, several of them which only made what he was now obsessing about that much worse. He was even older than this large gorgeous man, too, and that was what he needed to act like. The older, wiser cop with authority over some random guy off the street. Even if that guy was fucking hot and absolutely the guy of his dreams. Literally.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Two more steps. If Nick didn’t start backing off the man would be right up in his face. He would be able to actually feel the man’s heat. For real. Oh yes. Too bad there had to be so many fucking layers of clothes between the skin to skin that Nick truly needed right now. Nick couldn’t help but wonder how those arms would feel around him, pulling him in for a deep hot kiss.
Kiss? Oh damn. He was in trouble.
“Try me,” Nick croaked but he was actually thinking ‘do me’. Crap he was losing it.
The man sighed. Nick wasn’t sure why but even that sounded sexy. With two additional steps the man was close enough that Nick could feel his breath. “I understand the victim was without blood?” The man reached up and ran a long finger down Nick’s cheek as he gazed at Nick’s lips. The beautiful man licked his own as Nick watched.
 But the question did have the effect of snapping Nick back to some semblance of control over his cock which had decided it, too, wanted in on the action.
Control over his cock? Who was he kidding?
But honestly, did this guy really think Nick would be impressed that he knew the victim had no blood? Anyone who read the paper this afternoon would have known that. He was giving nothing of the investigation away by answering the question. “Yes. You’re right.” The hell of it was, Nick knew he would have told the man even if he was giving something away.
“I see,” the man whispered. “Any chance I can see the body?”
The warm hand now cupped Nick’s cheek and Nick closed his eyes, leaning into it. See the body? What body? Mine? 

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