Thursday, September 12, 2013

More Than Just a Kiss Blogfest

First, I have to give a MAMMOTH apology to anyone who has looked for this hop on my blog. I *completely forgot* about this one. I know I'm late - I'm really quite distraught over it, I assure you!!

Here's the blurb and my scene from my m/m romance, "Pudding Jones." It's not a traditional kissing scene...but then nothing about Pudding is traditional. For my prize in the hop, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of "Pudding Jones" to one lucky winner. Just leave a comment with your e-mail.

****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.****

Blurb:  Award-winning reporter Emmer Richfield is the kind of guy who covers wars, the kind of guy who asks the hard-hitting questions. He is not—and he’s certain about this—the kind of guy who does sappy human-interest stories about homeless people. But his newest assignment is not just any human-interest story, it’s a mandate from the mayor: convince the people of Dodson that Foxton Industries’ plan to build a mall—and oust the homeless population—is a bad idea by way of a feature on a homeless man named Pudding Jones. But Pudding quickly goes from just another story to a man who changes Emmer’s life. The question is, can Emmer return the favor before it’s too late?


Pudding kissed the back of my neck. "We'll go away from here soon," he whispered. "Then you won't have to be afraid anymore. I'll find you a place to be. A safe place. You believe me, right?"

I nodded. His voice had changed again. Not the hard-edged slang, or the precisely enuncinated, clipped tone. This was different.Childlike, almost. It hit me then--the boy Pudding had fallen in love with, the boy who'd been beaten--had that been his brother? I reached back and patted his hip.

"I believe you." I barely got the words out past the thick lump in my throat. What the hell had he and his brother gone through?

He kissed my neck again, and down to the edge of my T-shirt, which he pushed aside so he could nibble on my shoulder. He moved his lips back up my neck and I tried with all my might not to lean my head to the side in invitation. I lost the battle, though, and tilted my head forward and down, to give him more flesh to work with. Pudding kissed and licked, nibbled and nuzzled, and I lay there, wrapped in his arms, my eyes squeezed closed, wishing he was in the present, wishing he knew it was me he was giving his attentions to.


  1. great scene...i LOVED reading it :)

  2. Wonderfully emotional scene. Sweet and intense at the same time. Nicely done. Thank you for participating in the blogfest!

  3. I write GBLT fiction as well. This was an amazing scene, well done. You could feel the fear, passion and longing.

  4. I've been curious about this one!


  5. Count me in please. I need the rest of the story.

  6. Brilliantly written scene, well done!

  7. Thank you for the lovely scene and for the giveaway =)

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  8. Nice introduction to the dilemma here - makes us want to know what's going on and what his brother has to do with anything. Writer’s Mark

  9. Great snippet! I love the conflict, him trying to resist but the Need is too much. Hmm I wonder what happened to Pudding and the brother. Thanks for sharing and for taking part in the blogfest. :)