Friday, December 28, 2012

Gifting Books Giveaway WINNER!

And the winner is.........

Ashley A - (ash_app@hotmail.com) who wins a copy of "Raine Fall"

Congratulations!! I'll send it out tonight!

Joyfully Jay Best of 2012 Roundup

I made a "Best Of" list.

I've never made a "Best Of" list.

Every time anyone publishes one, I rush over and scan for my name. Then, thinking maybe I just missed it, I do a page search for my name. Nothing. Ever.

And yet... there I am. Or rather, there is my book - "Betrayed" - all by it's little self in the Best of Fantasy category.

I made a "Best Of" list.

This is monumental to me - moreso than you know. :-)

See the list HERE

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Recent Hop Winners

Naughty List Blog Hop - Emily (tiger-chick-1(at)hotmail(dot)com) - pdf copy of "Simply Smut"

Mistletoe Madness - joder (joderjo402 AT gmail DOT com) - pdf copy of "Bad Moon Rising"

NSFW Candy Cane Kink Giveaway -

Elie (zenfoxflowerATyahooDOTcom) - Goodie Basket 

AND 

Beckey (BeckeyWhiteATgmailDOTcom) - pdf copy of "Perfect Christmas"


CONGRATULATIONS!!

(If you haven't heard from me, you will today) 

Santa's Little Helper Scavenger Hunt




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Intro:

BTS Tours and Freya’s Bower are proud to present the Santa’s Little Helper Scavenger Hunt. 32 blogs have linked together to allow you to hunt for 32 different words that will be hidden in each post, so at the end of the hunt you will have 32 answers to plug into the rafflecopter. Please DO NOT leave your answers in the comment section. We want this to be fun for everyone, and not take the challenge out of the game. So this is how it works.

All the blogs listed below will post their game piece on their allotted date. You are looking for one word (related to Christmas or Sex) to plug into the rafflecopter as your answer. For Example:'

If you are on Close Encounters with the Night Kind, and find your word (clues will be provided for you in the banner) you log into the rafflecopter form and place your answer in the box marked Close Encounters of the Night Kind. Follow along the entire Scavenger Hunt and collect all 32 clues. We will be drawing for 4 $25 dollar Gift Certificates to Freya’s Bower. Happy Hunting!!!








Title: Amethyst Flames

Author: Selene Noreen

Publisher: Freya’s Bower

Length: Novella

Sub-Genres: Paranormal, Menage, Urban Fantasy


BLURB:

Kayla Dunsmore has had her share of heartache. Her husband turned out to be an abusive jerk, she survived cancer, and her family has been ripped from her life by a tragic accident. Now, she's just tired of fighting to survive and is ready for a stroke of good luck. Unfortunately, it's not to be. The last straw comes when, once again, the doctor tells her the grim news: the cancer is back. Not only is it back, but it will take a radical treatment for any hope of survival.

Zarth, an advisor to the goddess Freya, is by himself, the way he likes it. His kind, the Phooka, don't do well in numbers. But the moment he sees Kayla, Zarth doesn't want to be alone anymore. And that's a problem because, according to Freya, the only way to save her is to take her to the planet Amethyst Flames.

The planet is fraught with danger for Kayla, and to compound the issue, Freya tells them that Zarth must share Kayla with his brother Tirian.

Can Kayla handle the transition to a new planet and a new lifestyle? Can Zarth and Tirian learn to share? Or will they burn up in Amethyst Flames?


EXCERPT:

Zarth scoped out the human, her face swollen from crying. For a Homo sapien she possessed a pleasant body. Yet, her scent puzzled him. She gave off a smell of death. The stench of a human’s hospital or doctor’s office penetrated his nose, making him want to sneeze. For some reason, her confession agitated the wolf and the man who dwelled inside the wolf’s body. He didn’t know why it mattered,
but it did. His kind—the Phooka—didn’t associate with humans. His gut told him to run like hell, but the need to find out more only made him inch closer. With slow movements, he stepped forward, inhaling. Her essence drifted through his body, drawing him closer.


“You really don’t want to eat me. I’m probably full of fat since all the medicine
I’ve taken has totally destroyed any muscles that I had.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Trinity Blacio/ aka Selene Norneen has been writing now professionally for eight years. Currently she has available titles from Freya’s Bower, and Ravenous Romance, with more to come. She is always excited to be writing, hearing from readers, and helping fellow authors.




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Saturday, December 22, 2012

NSFW - Naughty List Blog Hop



So we're supposed to talk about naughty stuff we've done - like pranks we've played, etc.

I've never really been much of a prankster, but back in the late 90s I worked at a mall in Florida, in the management office, we were all notorious for screwing with each other.

One year, we had to close down for a hurricane. A couple of us came in early and covered everything in the Marketing Director's office with trash bags and sprinkled water on them, poured water on her floor, and called her and told her to take her time coming in, because her office was waterlogged. She, of course, hurried to the clinic and was all sorts of upset as she tiptoed into her office, shaking her head and wailing. Now, you have to realize - there was *no hole* in the ceiling/roof. So...where would the water have come from?? LOL She eventually got the joke and was really good about it.

Another thing we did was tape the phone receiver on the phone of the new Accountant. We cut a circle of tape the exact size of the receiver holes, and heated it until it sealed right over the ear piece. It was pretty much invisible. Drove that man *nuts* for several days until we finally fessed up.

It wasn't just us though - even our Maintenance Director got in on it. One of the food court workers noticed the manager of one of the big stores (like Sears) accidentally throw away a food court tray when she threw away her garbage - it just slipped out of her hand and into the trash. So our Maintenance guy called her up and told her she'd have to pay for it - to the tune of $250. Of course, she could, alternatively, climb in the dumpster and find it. She was a little pissed but when he admitted the joke she took it well.

None of my stories involve any pranks, so here's another version of naughty - a steamy excerpt!



From "Writer's Assistant," in the "Simply Smut" Anthology

Jason pressed a finger to my lips. He unbuttoned my jeans and I lifted my ass off the chair so that he could tug them down. He pulled my briefs down next and let out a groan that matched my own as he wrapped his hand around my cock.

“I’ve fantasized about this,” he murmured. “I’ve written stories about it.”

“You’ll have to...” I gasped as Jason slid his thumb up the length of my cock, flicked it back and forth over that oh so sensitive slit. “You’ll have to let me read those sometime.”

Jason lowered his head and licked the head of my cock, lips purs- ing around the tip and sucking with a barely there gentle pressure. I tangled my hands in his hair and let my head fall back. “Oh, god... please...”

“You don’t have to beg, baby.”

Baby. The word sizzled like lightning through my veins, warming me and making my cock twitch. I didn’t have to beg, but I wanted to—had so many times in my dreams. In my fantasies, it had been me on my knees before him, but this...damn. Jason began to stroke my cock slowly, running his fingers up and down, teasing the little slit at the back of the head again. His other hand rubbed my balls, rolling them back and forth and squeezing.

I groaned and grunted, riding the waves of ecstasy as they pound- ed through my body. Jason’s lips found my cock again; this time they parted and took me all the way into the wet heat of his mouth. I thrust my hips up, digging my fingernails into the arms of the chair for support and so that I didn’t tear his hair out in my frenzy.

He slid his hands underneath me and parted my ass cheeks, tick- ling my opening with his fingers. No lube, but I didn’t care—I’d always liked just a bit of pain with my pleasure. I pushed against his fingers and nodded as he glanced up and his gaze met mine. Inch by sinfully good inch he filled me, curling up his fingers and stroking that spot, setting me on fire.

Imprisoned between his plunging fingers and his diving mouth, I gave up trying to participate. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, I bucked and shuddered, panted and cried out time after time as Jason drove me to the boundaries of control. He took me there and back again each time, pushing me to my limits and backing off.


::fans self:: Ahem. So. For my prize today, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of the winner's choice of any of my Breathless Press releases, found HERE.

To enter to win, just leave a comment below with your e-mail and the title of the book you'd like to win. Easy peasy!

Good luck!!!

****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.****

Guest Promo: Proving Santa Exists by Victoria Blisse (m/f)



Blurb: When Jonathan transfers from the US to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.
 
Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

* Includes the full seasonal recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.

Excerpt:

 "Here we go." I slide the tray onto the mushroom-coloured Formica tabletop. "I just ordered the Christmas lunch special for two. It's very good." I slip the two bowls of thick, red, chunky vegetable soup to the table, then place the plates of turkey and stuffing sandwiches next to them. Lastly, I set down two steaming mugs of tea.

"It looks delicious!" he enthuses as I take my seat. "How much do I owe you?"

"Oh, no. Put your money away. This is my treat. Count it as a welcome-to-Manchester present."

"Well, that is very nice of you, Jenny. Thank you." He beams. "I'm definitely liking Manchester so far."

The thick soup is warming, and the chunks of vegetables melting in my mouth feel intensely comforting. You can’t beat a good bowl of soup on a cold day.

"Mmm, this is really tasty. Thanks for the tip." Jonathan licks his lips. I try not to imagine licking them for him.

"My pleasure. Good food is a passion of mine, as you can see!" I wave a hand down my body, showing off my ample curves, being sarcastic about my size, as I always am. I find it stings less if I tell the joke before anyone else does.

"I know very little about good food," he replies, completely ignoring my self put-down. "I've not experienced much so far in my life. I’m a terrible cook myself."

"Oh, well, you're over here now. We'll set you straight on that score, especially at Christmas. It’s a great time for good food. What are your Christmas plans?"

He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't have any. I've never really done Christmas. In the home, we got a present—if we were lucky—from a charity or something, but that was it. So it’s never really become a tradition I’ve kept."

"That is just awful. You will have a proper Christmas this year. I’ll see to it!" I put on my most determined look. "That is, if you'll let me." My look turns sheepish. "I organise my family's Christmas every year, and I'd be thrilled if you'd join in with us."

"Oh, no. I couldn't." He blushes, shaking his head furiously.

"You could, and you can, young man." I set my dominant head firmly on my shoulders "Besides, I need all the help I can get.”

"Oh, okay then." He cracks a smile. "You've persuaded me. It's not like I've got anything else to do."

"Excellent!" I bounce in my seat. "Ooh, would you like to come and help me decorate my tree? I was planning to do it this evening. I could do with a man to sort out my lights."

"That sounds good. What man can resist the draw of messing with a beautiful lady's bulbs?" My cheeks flush at the compliment, and wonder if it was as much of an innuendo as I thought it was. I really concentrate on eating the last crust of my turkey sandwich and try to calm myself down a bit.

"Well, that's settled then. You can come to my place after work if you like, I'll feed you, too if you like!"

"That sounds great, really. Thanks a lot, Jenny. You've given me such a warm welcome. I really appreciate it." He squeezes my arm, just above my wrist.

"You're very welcome." I look down coyly, my face lit up like the Christmas tree in the corner. As I'm looking down at his hand on my arm, I notice my watch. "Oh, damn it! It’s five to two. We better rush back. I don't want to get you in trouble on your first day."




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Author Bio

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

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Thursday, December 20, 2012

Recent Blog Hop Winners!

Late as usual, but here are my winners:

Purrrfectly Giftastic Hop: nancy (ocanana@gmail.com) - pdf copy of "Perfect Christmas"

Holiday Gifts of Love Hop: Kimberly Holgate (kaholgate at ymail dot com) - pdf copy of "Tenacious Bea and the Bite of Destiny"

Meet the Family Hop:  Penumbra (penumbrareads(at)gmail(dot)com) - pdf copy of "Family Matters" (and nope, didn't have to take the cat to the vet - she um... ::ahem:: took care of matters on her own!)

Christmas Wishes Blog  Hop - There were five winners for this one!

Winner #1:  Urb (brendurbanist at gmail dot com) - pdf copy of "Omarati"

Winner #2:  ad0ffae6-78f6-11e1-8cde-000bcdcb5194 (koozebane(at)yahoo(Dot)com) - pdf copy of "Two of a Kind"

Winner #3: SheriV (smurfettev AT gmail DOT com) - pdf copy of "Relearning the Ropes"

Winner #4: Jbst (strive4bst(At) yahoo(Dot) com) - pdf copy of "Who Better than Canyon".
 Winner #5:  Wendy Hoffman (wendynjason04@gmail.com) - pdf copy of "No Place Like Home" 

****If you haven't been contacted yet, 
you'll hear from me tonight!****


Gifting Books - A Christmas Giveaway Hop


For my part in the hop, I'm giving away a pdf copy of the winner's choice of one of my books - found at www.dcjuris.com.

To enter, just leave a comment below, including your e-mail and the title of the book you hope to win. That's it!

GOOD LUCK!!


****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.****


Monday, December 17, 2012

Blissemas 2012



Merry Christmas! Or should I say, Blissemas!

I thought I'd share with you one of my favorite holiday movies. Now, I know what you're thinking - you've already heard all about A Wonderful Life. But that's not what I'm talking about. Nope.

I'm talking about this:




That's right - A Claymation Christmas Special, and yes, those are the California Raisins. 

My favorite part is actually an ongoing thing. One of the co-hosts Rex, a rather smart T-rex, futilely attempts to clarify the true pronunciation and meaning of the term 'wassail', featured in the Christmas carol Here We Come A-Wassailing. As the show progresses, Rex is dismayingly accosted by different groups singing the song, though each version is lyrically incorrect.

There's Here We Come a-Waffling, sung by a kennel of dogs selling waffles from a vendors wagon. Then there's Here We Come a-Waddling, crooned by a gaggle of straggling geese carrying baskets of goodies. And finally, Here We Come a-Wallowing, performed by a herd of slovenly pigs on a field wagon gorging themselves on an abundance of assorted fruits.

Finally, near the end, a truck carrying townsfolk arrives on the scene, and they are singing the correct version of the carol, validating Rex's theories much to his delight. After one of the townies explains the real meaning of wassailing—going around the neighborhood singing Christmas Carols, and getting treats and cordials, the entire cast performs Here We Come A-wassailing, and then We Wish You a Merry Christmas as the end credits roll.

It's full of some absolutely hilarious characters, too. There's walruses and penguins doing ice ballet, The California Raisins, of course, the three wise men have singing camels, and The Carol of the Bells is performed by bells who smack themselves in the heads to get sound. It's just really, really great fun!

Speaking of great fun, for my prize today I'm offering up a free pdf copy of my lovely little m/m Christmas Themed story, "The Best Kind of Prize."

Here's the blurb:

Alan takes the reins on planning a secret holiday getaway, but Jack isn't overly thrilled with being kept in the dark about their destination. Unbeknownst to Alan, Jack has plans of his own - plans to ask for Alan's hand in marriage. When an argument and Alan's disappearance get in the way of Jack's romantic intentions, is their holiday ruined, or can Alan make things up to Jack in time to still have a Merry Christmas?

To enter, just leave a comment below with your e-mail.

**ALSO** You could win the Blissemas Kindle Fire! Simply leave a comment on this blog and all the others listed at blissemas.co.uk, and for each comment you'll win an entry into the draw! Please note only one comment per person per blog will be counted. Please check out http://blissemas.co.uk for terms and conditions

Good luck!!!!

****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.****
















Saturday, December 15, 2012

Mistletoe Madness Blog Hop




For my part in the hop, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of the winner's choice of any 1 of my books!

To enter, just leave a comment below, with the title of the book you'd like to win, and your e-mail.

That's it! Easy, peasy!

GOOD LUCK!!

****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.****


Friday, December 14, 2012

NSFW Purrrfectly Giftastic Christmas Blog Hop


It's Christmas time! The lights, the trees...the annoying people elbowing you out of the way so they can get that last Tickle Me Elmo or whatever it is the kids want these days. LOL

For my prize in the hop, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of my sexy Christmas-themed m/m/m, "Perfect Christmas."



Here's the blurb:

Depressed and lonely, Evan has nothing to look forward to on Christmas but his TV dinner and store-bought cookies, while his lover, Drake, spends the holiday traveling for business. But a special delivery changes everything, and Evan finds himself in the middle of a perfect Christmas. Worn out from his stocking stuffer, Evan's not sure how he's going to handle his present, but when Drake reveals that Evan's gift is a threesome with none other than their hunky friend Mike, Evan summons the energy!

And here's a little NSFW snippet for you!


Drake straightened, stepped back, and stretched. He flashed Evan a dazzling smile. “Now we can head to the bedroom.”

“I was starting to like the bathroom,” Evan admitted.

“Well, if you want to open your present, you need to go to the bedroom.”

Curiosity piqued, Evan slid down off the sink. Drake took his hand and led him to the adjoining bedroom. In the middle of their big, black lacquer, four-poster bed, naked except for a pair of black leather underwear with a silver zipper, was their friend Mike. The soft glow of candles surrounded them but no heat radiated from them; Evan recognized them as the flameless battery operated ones he’d bought online last year but had never used.

“How?” Evan managed to whisper, just before his jaw dropped open.

“I called him on the way here and arranged it,” Drake explained, his tone full of pride.

“I snuck in the backdoor after Drake got home.” Mike grinned sheepishly. “No pun intended.”

“Remember when you said you wondered what he was like in bed?” Drake asked, pressing his lips to Evan’s ear.

Evan nodded, mouth too dry to talk. Not that he didn’t find Drake’s boyish good looks and curly blond hair attractive, and not that he didn’t feel content and fulfilled with their relationship, or their sex life—he did. But there was something about Mike—an animal magnetism in those large, dark eyes—that had always tempted Evan. Mike was the tallest man Evan knew, towering well over six feet, with a hunky build and chestnut skin that bespoke of exotic travels, action and adventure, and completely belied his ordinary, down home life as bartender at the local gay club. Evan would never have acted on his fantasy, of course, but with Drake giving permission and Mike willing, how could he say no?

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your package?” Mike wiggled his hips, flickering light glinting off the metal zipper.

Drake moved to stand behind Evan, pressing their bodies together, the proof of his excitement obvious as the long, hard ridge of his cock nudged Evan’s ass. “Go on,” he encouraged.

Evan took several slow, measured steps forward, reawakening cock swinging between his legs.

“He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he, Mike?” Drake asked. Mike nodded. “I’m eager for a taste.”


Evan shivered and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching a trembling hand for the zipper. His fingers fumbled, bumping Mike’s cock through the leather and Mike let out a long, low moan that went straight to Evan’s cock.

“Unzip me,” Mike whispered. “Please. I’m so hard from listening to you two.”

Evan blushed brightly and faltered. Of course logic told him Mike had heard, but the reality of it made him weak with excited need. His insides did flip-flops and his cock hardened more.

“You make the most beautiful sounds,” Mike told him. “I can’t wait to hear you make them for me.”

Drake groaned and crawled forward on the bed. He straddled Mike’s chest, bent down for a kiss as Mike’s hands slid up his legs to fondle his ass.




To enter to win, just leave a comment below with your e-mail address. Easy peasy! 

GOOD LUCK!!!


****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.****





























Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop



The holiday story of mine I'd like to feature today is my one and only f/f book, called "Tenacious Bea and the Bite of Destiny."

Here's the blurb:

It's Christmas time, and Jenny couldn't care less! But when her toothless dog Tenacious Bea is accused of biting her neighbor, Jenny discovers that love and happiness are lurking just around the corner in the form of Anne from the Health Department. Anne feels horrible when she learns of the childhood tragedy that robbed Jenny of her Christmas spirit. With a little shove from destiny, and Tenacious Bea, she helps Jenny find her holiday cheer.

This was one of my favorite books to write, simply because the character of Bea the dog is based on my own beloved pooch, Ginger. Ginger passed away in 2009, but she's immortalized forever in the pages of this story. 

Here's a little excerpt:

"Pretty, isn't it?" Anne took the moment to reveal herself. She strode into the living room, smiling and looking at the tree, too.

Jenny nodded silently and reached for her. "I called my mom."

Anne took Jenny's hand and squeezed it as she sat down. "I know. I was eavesdropping. Sorry. What did she say?"

"That she'd think about it." Jenny sighed heavily. "Which means no."

"Maybe not. You never know. After all, did you ever think you'd be reclining on your couch this morning, gazing at a tri-colored tree with a hot Asian chick?"

"I certainly did not." Jenny laughed and tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Aww, honey don't cry. You know what, if they come then great, but if they don't? Then to hell with them! It's their loss. You and I will have the best Christmas dinner we've had in a long time, with or without them, right?"

Jenny nodded.

Anne took Jenny's face in her hands and leaned toward her. She brought their lips together in a sweet kiss that trailed down Jenny's cheek and neck to end in nibbles along her collarbone.

Jenny shivered and pulled Anne close, running her fingers through the sleep-tousled spikes of her hair and rubbing her scalp gently. "You make me want to move way too fast, you know."

"Uh-huh." Anne slid her hands into Jenny's robe and around to tickle her fingers up and down Jenny's back. She sighed as Jenny arched against her. Her mind screamed at her to slow down, but everything else in her wanted more. "I want you, Jen. So damn bad. I know we should wait..."

"We really should." Jenny licked along Anne's jaw and up to her lips to kiss her again. "Come shower with me."


My prize for the hop is a free pdf copy of "Tenacious Bea and the Bite of Destiny." 

To enter, just leave a comment below with your e-mail.

GOOD LUCK!!

****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.****














NSFW Candy Cane Kink Erotic Giveaway Hop




Of course I'm participating in this hop! Kink and candy canes?? How could I pass that up?!
For my giveaway, I'm actually doing a two-part prize for one lucky winner!
Part one, is a free pdf copy of my spicy little m/m/m BDSM holiday number, "Perfect Christmas."



Blurb:

Depressed and lonely, Evan has nothing to look forward to on Christmas but his TV dinner and store-bought cookies, while his lover, Drake, spends the holiday traveling for business. But a special delivery changes everything, and Evan finds himself in the middle of a perfect Christmas. Worn out from his stocking stuffer, Evan's not sure how he's going to handle his present, but when Drake reveals that Evan's gift is a threesome with none other than their hunky friend Mike, Evan summons the energy!


Part two is a goodie basket, seen here:




So, what do you have to do to get in on this? Easy.
Step 1: Follow my blog.
Step 2: Leave a comment below, and be sure to include your e-mail and follower name (if different).
That's it.

And since I'm such a hospitable host, here's a snippet of "Perfect Christmas" to wet... I mean, whet... your appetite.


“I snuck in the backdoor after Drake got home.” Mike grinned sheepishly. “No pun intended.”

“Remember when you said you wondered what he was like in bed?” Drake asked, pressing his lips to Evan’s ear.

Evan nodded, mouth too dry to talk. Not that he didn’t find Drake’s boyish good looks and curly blond hair attractive, and not that he didn’t feel content and fulfilled with their relationship, or their sex life—he did. But there was something about Mike—an animal magnetism in those large, dark eyes—that had always tempted Evan. Mike was the tallest man Evan knew, towering well over six feet, with a hunky build and chestnut skin that bespoke of exotic travels, action and adventure, and completely belied his ordinary, down home life as bartender at the local gay club. Evan would never have acted on his fantasy, of course, but with Drake giving permission and Mike willing, how could he say no?

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your package?” Mike wiggled his hips, flickering light glinting off the metal zipper.

Drake moved to stand behind Evan, pressing their bodies together, the proof of his excitement obvious as the long, hard ridge of his cock nudged Evan’s ass. “Go on,” he encouraged.

Evan took several slow, measured steps forward, reawakening cock swinging between his legs.

“He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he, Mike?” Drake asked.

Mike nodded. “I’m eager for a taste.”

Evan shivered and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching a trembling hand for the zipper. His fingers fumbled, bumping Mike’s cock through the leather and Mike let out a long, low moan that went straight to Evan’s cock.

“Unzip me,” Mike whispered. “Please. I’m so hard from listening to you two.”

Evan blushed brightly and faltered. Of course logic told him Mike had heard, but the reality of it made him weak with excited need. His insides did flip-flops and his cock hardened more.

“You make the most beautiful sounds,” Mike told him. “I can’t wait to hear you make them for me.”

Drake groaned and crawled forward on the bed. He straddled Mike’s chest, bent down for a kiss as Mike’s hands slid up his legs to fondle his ass.

****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.****

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Merry Menage Giveaway Hop Winner

And the winner is...


Lona  (blinkysthebest at aol dot com)

Congratulations!

I'll be sending your copy of "Perfect Christmas" along shortly!


Monday, December 10, 2012

Meet the Family Holiday Hop



For those of you who know me, you know my childhood wasn't pretty much hell. Consequently, we didn't have a lot of holiday traditions. Unless you count dad getting drunk. LOL O.o

Once I moved out, moved on, and got married, we had dual custody of our kids with my husband's ex. Establishing a routine and traditions was pretty much a losing battle - every year was different.

Things are still pretty up in the air when it comes to festivities around here, but there are *two* things that happen without fail -  the Christmas tree goes up the weekend after Thanksgiving, and my Husband puts on the final trimming - the star on top. The tree has been different over the years, and the ornaments keep multiplying by thousands, it seems. In the early years, there was tinsel...until we figured out Hubby's cat was eating it by the bucket loads.

But we've kept the tree part the same every year. :-)

For my prize today, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of my transgender romance "Family Matters."

To enter, just leave a comment below with your e-mail.

Good luck!!

****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.****



















Friday, December 7, 2012

Recent Blog Hop Winners

Late posting this as usual. LOL

Hot Autumn Nights:  kimberly holgate (kaholgate at ymail dot com)

Hot Winter Nights:  Avendesorra4 (avendesorra4@gmail.com)

RJ Scott's Christmas Blog Hop: Kim D (swkimbell@yahoo.com)

Christmas Wishes Blog Hop



I'll get right to the point - the prize!

For my hop prize, I'm letting you choose! That's right. Visit my website at www.dcjuris.com, look through the books, and tell me, in a comment, which one is on your Christmas Wish List. (Be sure to include your e-mail) 

But wait, there's more! I'm in the Christmas Spirit - instead of one winner, I'll have 5! That's right F.I.V.E!!! I'll pick five lucky winners to receive a free pdf copy of the book they choose. 

GOOD LUCK!!!!


****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.****



















Saturday, December 1, 2012

R.J. Scott's Christmas Blog Hop



Even though we're not what most would consider "traditional" folks, Hubby and I have a couple Christmas traditions.

First is the Annual Elephant Ornament Hunt. We buy one new elephant ornament each year, and finding them is harder than you might think. This begins as soon as stores start putting out Christmas stuff. We're both on the hunt, and whoever finds the ornament first calls the other. We skip the pleasantries and just blurt out "FOUND IT!" LOL The only rule is that the trunk has to be pointing upward. A downward trunk is considered bad luck in some societies.

Second, we always put the tree up on the weekend after Thanksgiving. No matter what.

Third, Hubby puts the star on the tree after it's all decorated.

What are your traditions?

Leave a comment below with your answer, and you'll be entered to win a free pdf copy of your choice of one of my books, found at www.dcjuris.com.

GOOD LUCK!!

****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.****







NSFW - Hot Winter Nights Giveaway Hop



Well, isn't he festive? Wouldn't mind finding him under my tree. ::wink::

Let's see... for my part in the hop today, I'll give you a snippet of your prize - my steamy m/m/m, "Perfect Christmas." One lucky commenter will win a free pdf copy! See the end of this post for information on the Grand Prizes!



Blurb:

Depressed and lonely, Evan has nothing to look forward to on Christmas but his TV dinner and store-bought cookies, while his lover, Drake, spends the holiday traveling for business. But a special delivery changes everything, and Evan finds himself in the middle of a perfect Christmas. Worn out from his stocking stuffer, Evan's not sure how he's going to handle his present, but when Drake reveals that Evan's gift is a threesome with none other than their hunky friend Mike, Evan summons the energy!
NSFW Excerpt:

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your package?” Mike wiggled his hips, flickering light glinting off the metal zipper.

Drake moved to stand behind Evan, pressing their bodies together, the proof of his excitement obvious as the long, hard ridge of his cock nudged Evan’s ass. “Go on,” he encouraged.

Evan took several slow, measured steps forward, reawakening cock swinging between his legs.

“He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he, Mike?” Drake asked. Mike nodded. “I’m eager for a taste.”

Evan shivered and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching a trembling hand for the zipper. His fingers fumbled, bumping Mike’s cock through the leather and Mike let out a long, low moan that went straight to Evan’s cock.

“Unzip me,” Mike whispered. “Please. I’m so hard from listening to you two.”

Evan blushed brightly and faltered. Of course logic told him Mike had heard, but the reality of it made him weak with excited need. His insides did flip-flops and his cock hardened more.

“You make the most beautiful sounds,” Mike told him. “I can’t wait to hear you make them for me.”

Drake groaned and crawled forward on the bed. He straddled Mike’s chest, bent down for a kiss as Mike’s hands slid up his legs to fondle his ass.

Oh, that was too much! Just unfair. Jealousy rose up in Evan, broke against him like waves on a rocky shore, but he couldn’t look away.

The sight of those tanned hands moving over Drake’s fair, creamy flesh was something he knew he’d never get enough of. He reached for the zipper again, this time succeeded in lowering it. Drake turned his head at the sound, and the lust Evan saw blazing in his eyes nearly stopped his heart.

Mike’s cock flopped out and he sighed. “That’s better. Was starting to get cramped in there.”

Impressively long and thick, the tip just sparkling with precum, Mike’s cock jutted up from his body like an arrow, hard and straight, pointing right at Evan. Evan’s mouth watered. He licked his lips slowly, gathering his courage. “It bet it’s a little sore.”

“It is.”

“I could rub it for you.” He trailed his fingertips over Mike’s shaft as Drake, breathing heavily, looked on.

Mike let out a hiss, hips jerking up at the touch. “I’d like that. It’s certainly sore.”

“Might need a lot of rubbing,” Drake suggested, reaching his own hand down, his fingers brushing Evan’s.

Evan nodded and slipped his hand under Mike’s cock, wrapping his fingers around and rubbing along its length with his thumb. Drake added his efforts, massaging the head with his thumb and forefinger. “How’s that?” he asked.

“That’s much better. Feels really good.” Mike sat up on his elbows to watch. “Looks really good, too.”

“It does,” Drake agreed, eyes on Evan. “I love watching you touch another man’s cock. I didn’t think I would. I thought I’d see red, but, damn, baby.”

“Yeah?” Evan raised an eyebrow. Earlier hesitation gone, an idea sprang to his mind—one that almost made him whimper. “What if I do this?” He lowered his head and licked the tip of Mike’s cock, making sure his tongue contacted Drake’s fingers as well.

Mike and Drake let out simultaneous moans of pleasure; Mike’s head fell back and Drake reached his free hand down to stroke his own cock. Evan kept up his attentions, licking and slurping as though Mike’s cock were an ice cream cone, making loud, appreciating noises, until Mike suddenly grabbed hold of his hair and tugged.

“No more,” Mike panted, chest heaving, forehead beaded with sweat. He turned a pleading gaze toward Drake.

Drake abandoned both their cocks and took Evan by the shoulders. “Time for your present, baby.” He glanced at Mike. “You bring the accessories?”




To enter to win, just leave a comment below. 

Grand Prize Info:

There will be a grand prize worth over $100 in value, which includes 11 eBooks and $60 in eGift Certificates:


$50 Amazon Gift Card
$10 Bookstrand Bucks
eBook prize package including:



****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.****













Merry Menage Giveaway Hop



Lots of people think of menage as two guys and a woman, or vise versa, but to me, it just means 3 people.

And what better kind of holiday story is there?

For my prize today, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of my Christmas themed m/m/m, "Perfect Christmas"





Here's the blurb:

Depressed and lonely, Evan has nothing to look forward to on Christmas but his TV dinner and store-bought cookies, while his lover, Drake, spends the holiday traveling for business. But a special delivery changes everything, and Evan finds himself in the middle of a perfect Christmas. Worn out from his stocking stuffer, Evan's not sure how he's going to handle his present, but when Drake reveals that Evan's gift is a threesome with none other than their hunky friend Mike, Evan summons the energy!

Entering to win is easy!

1. Follow my blog.
2. Leave a comment below with your e-mail and follower name, if different.

That's it!

GOOD LUCK!!

****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.****