Moonlight Masquerade Giveaway Hop

For my part in the hop, I'm featuring my short little sexy story, "Asian Persuasion."

It's not technically Halloween related, but there *is* a rather sexy mask involved!

Entering is simple - just leave a comment below, and be sure to include your e-mail address. GOOD LUCK!!

Here's the blurb:

Arata Ito, has a reputation for taking what he wants at business meetings, and what he wants now is Caleb. When Caleb’s boss asks him to romance the potential investor, he’s outraged, but goes along with it because the company could really use the money. But something about Arata is familiar. Is the sexy Japanese man all he seems?

And here's a little snippet:

Caleb stopped and simply stood there, gawking. What was from the outside a run of the mill building was, on the inside, a glitzy, glamorous club, complete with a giant crystal chandelier and beautiful people -- far more fancy dressed than him -- walking around or lounging on leather couches, holding gold rimmed champagne flutes, laughing and smiling. Scantily clad men and women mingled through the crowd, refilling drinks or offering morsels off gleaming silver platters. In the corner, a fluffy haired female singer with a smoky, sultry voice belted out the Shooter Jennings song "All of this Could've Been Yours" accompanied by a full band. A shimmering sign at the back of the room declared the place "Club Fantasia."

Caleb ran his hands down the front of his body. No wonder Hikaru hadn't liked his wardrobe! He squared his shoulders, made a mental note to choke Alonzo, and stepped further into the room.

Hikaru touched his shoulder and pointed to a door on the other side. "Sensei back there. You go. Guard show you in." She gave him a gentle shove in the direction of the door.

Caleb took a deep breath. Get hold of yourself! It wouldn't be that bad. He would speak with Ito, be pleasant, explain he was married, and that would be the end of it. Ito was a businessman, right? He swallowed hard. Ito wouldn't do anything stupid. Like rape him. Right?

He walked with purpose across the room, mentally telling himself to keep walking, keep putting one foot in front of the other, until he came abreast of the guard at the door.

The guard -- a hulking dark skinned man with muscles practically bursting through his tight red t-shirt -- nodded and opened the door, gestured him into the room.

****PLEASE BE AWARE: I write GLBTQ romance. GLBTQ stands for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and queer. This means my works feature same sex relationships AND same sex sexual acts. If winning that kind of a book isn't your cup of tea, kindly pass on to the next blog in the hop and leave the spot open for someone else. Thank you.****