**NSFW** Wicked Warriors Halloween Hop

****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.****

For my part in the hop today, I'm sharing a Halloween free read I wrote a while back, featuring my sexy couple Jack and Alan. ***THIS STORY IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK AND CONTAINS GRAPHIC MANLOVE!!**

There. You've been warned. If your boss catches you now, it's on you, pal. :-)

For my prize, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of the winner's choice of any of the Jack and Alan books, found at my website.  The Jack and Alan books are: "Cupid Knows," "On Solid Ground," and "The Best Kind of Prize."  To enter to win, just leave a comment below with the title of the book you'd like and your e-mail.

PS - If you'd like a copy of "Happy Halloween" you can download a pdf here.

"Happy Halloween" by DC Juris 

The handsome vampire had arrived about twenty minutes after me, and had been slowly making his way closer since. He stopped and chatted with people here and there, meandering around the room in what could've been mistaken for nonchalance, had he not kept sending me those lustful glances. I shivered as he finally reached my corner. Up close those mysterious, shimmering crimson eyes and gleaming fangs had me stifling a moan.

“You are the one called Jack?” I nodded. The vampire reached out and took my hand. “Come vith me.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, but he gave no answer. I followed along at his side, not really caring about the destination so much as what would happen once we reached it. He led me into a small bathroom, and I frowned. Not exactly romantic, but I supposed it would do.

He locked the door behind us, then turned and pushed me roughly against a towel rack on one of the walls. I found myself with my face buried in a brown towel. “What are you--”

“Don’t speak.”

His arms snaked around me and he unbuttoned my pants. One hand slid up under the front of my shirt to toy with one of my nipples while the other dove into my briefs and began working my cock.

I gasped and wiggled against him. “What’s your name?”

His hands faltered. “My name?”

“Don’t you think I should know your name if you’re going to fuck me?”

“My name is, um...Vlad.”

I couldn't suppress a snicker. Vlad? That was original. “Vlad,” I moaned his name on a long sigh and arched my ass in invitation.

Vlad’s hands left me momentarily to deal with his own pants. He pushed mine to the floor and pressed the rigid line of his cock against me. “I vant to fuck you.”

I swallowed down a giggle at that ridiculous accent. “Yes,” I panted. “Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours!”

I heard the pop of the cap on what I assumed was a bottle of lube, then felt the slick of Vlad’s fingers along my rim. He slid three of them into me and I sucked in a quick breath as he curled them and trailed just a feather-light touch over that sweet spot. I let go a little mewling noise as waves of hot pleasure spiraled through me.“No noise!" Vlad commanded. "The others vill hear you and come investigate. Ve don’t vant that now, do ve?”

I shook my head. At the moment all I wanted was a hard vampire cock inside me. “Please,” I whispered.

“Open for me, Jack.”

I reached back and held the cheeks of my ass apart, trembling in anticipation. Vlad’s thick cock filled me quickly and I buried my face in the towel, biting into the fluffy thing to cover the sounds of my passion. I groaned and sighed into the towel as Vlad fucked me hard, sliding nearly all the way out on each stroke and filling me fully on each entrance, stretching and burning just right. He moved one of his hands back to my cock and began to stroke me in time with the thrusts.

How long it went on, I have no idea. I lost track of time, caught up in the smell of him, the soft tickle of the tail of his silk shirt against my lower back, the sharp pang of discomfort from his nails where he clawed at my hips. Rational thought fled with the press of his teeth at my throat. I reached my orgasm with a strangled cry, spilling my seed down over my vampire's hand. “Alan!”

A moment later he arched against me and sighed, finding his own release. He lowered his head to kiss my temple.

I chuckled. “Sorry I lost character there,” I apologized as Alan slid from me.

“I’m never sorry to hear you call my name, baby.” Alan reached for a washcloth and, wetting it in the sink, cleaned us both off. “Shall we return to the party?”

I zipped up my slacks. “You may have to let me lean on your arm. I’m a little weak kneed.”

Alan pulled me close and met our lips together in a sweet kiss. “Happy Halloween, Jack.”

“Happy Halloween, my love.”

Sunset on Summer Fun Blog Hop

I'm going to keep my post short and sweet, because I know you've got a ton of blogs to hop through.

For my prize, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of the winner's choice of any of my books, found at www.dcjuris.com.

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

GOOD LUCK!!

There is also a GRAND PRIZE -

1 winner will receive their choice of a Kindle Fire 7″ HD or NOOK HD winner’s choice (US Only), or Paypal Cash (International).



****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.****








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Suicide Prevention Blog Hop

It's no secret to anyone who knows me that I've always had issues with depression. A lot of it stems from the fact that I'm bipolar, some of it comes from having a childhood filled with emotional, physical, and sexual torture and abuse.

In high school, I tried to kill myself. I'm only here now because I called a friend to say good-bye, and my friend had the intelligence to give the phone to his mother, who spent the next two hours talking me down.

Over the years, I've heard a lot of people say things like "nothing could be so bad as to want to die."

There's two things I'd like to say to that.

One - If you've never been there, you can't understand. Everyone handles things differently, so what might be minor to one person could be major to another. You don't know what you'd do if you haven't been in that situation. You might be strong enough. Then again, you might not.

Two - I still, to this day, don't know if I actually wanted to *die* or not. I wanted the pain to end.

I'd tried other ways - I'd tried telling people what was going on. No one believed me. My father was a charismatic individual - he'd give a total strange his last penny or the shirt off his back. He was a hard working man. Nobody believed he could be capable of the things I claimed. Add to that, everyone knew I was always writing stories. I had such a vivid imagination - and it was really quite wrong of me to make up such nasty lies.

Yes. That's what I was told.

My father was clever - he never left any marks on my body that would be visible to anyone. Thus, I had no proof. It was his word against mine, and since my mother wouldn't corroborate my story (my codependent, dry drunk mother....) clearly I must've been lying.

I had nowhere to go, and no way to get there even if I did. I lived an hour by car outside of town, on a dirt road in the middle of the swamp.

I don't think I wanted to actually die. I don't think it even occurred to me what would happen if I went through with it. I just wanted to not hurt, to not bear any more pain, to not suffer anymore.

The only thing that went through my mind was that I owed my friend Julian a good-bye, an explanation. He'd been my rock, though I doubt he knew it, through a lot of really difficult stuff, and I didn't want him to think I hadn't cared about him. That's the only reason I called him. Not to save my life, not in the hopes that he'd stop me.

And I'm glad things went the way they did. I'm glad I arrived at that cross-road, as odd as that sounds. I know what it's like to look into that abyss, and think to myself "You know... that doesn't seem half bad..." Several years ago, I helped one of my co-workers start a local suicide prevention organization, after her son took his life. I'm not involved anymore (for a number of reasons), but the organization is still going strong.

No one knew I was suicidal back then. In school, I was a straight A student. I was the kid everyone went to for help with homework - a model student. I didn't talk to my friends about my home life. I wasn't "emo." I tried hard to fit in, though I never really did. I spent my time in school focused on my work, almost to a manic level.

My friend Julian, to my knowledge, never told anyone about that phone call. Or if he did, they never asked me about it. He never judged me, and he never treated me like I was on suicide watch after that.

I am eternally grateful to him and his mother. There's nothing in the world I can say or do to repay their actions that night.

I still deal with depression and more issues than I can count from the way I was treated as a child, but I'm alive. I survived.

For my prize in the hop, I'm offering a free pdf of any of my stories, found at www.dcjuris.com. Just leave a comment below (including your e-mail and the title of the book you'd like.)

There is also a grand prize of a $50 Amazon Gift Certificate.

I don't have a hop "linky" for you, however, here is the link to the host hop, where you can find the linky and the Rafflecopter for the Grand Prize.

http://louisabacio.blogspot.com/2013/09/suicidepreventionhop.html

Good luck :-)



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August Alfresco - VERY, VERY NSFW!! (You've Been Warned!) ::wink::

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For my part in the August Alfresco, I'm sharing a free short story which originally appeared at KQL. 

This story is EXTREMELY NOT SAFE FOR WORK as it contains sexual intercourse between two men. 

I'm also offering a prize - a  free pdf copy of the winner's choice of any of my books, found at www.dcjuris.com. Just leave a comment below with your e-mail *and* the title of the book you'd like to win. And of course, enjoy the story!! 

****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 in the Park"

"This placed is horrendously overpriced for a simple state park," Max grumbled as he wheeled his Jeep into the entrance.

"Yeah, but you know you're going to love it once we get inside," Julian purred. He rubbed one hand along the inside of Max's thigh and waggled the battery-powered dildo in the air with his other hand.

Max smacked Julian's arm playfully. "Put that thing down." He still couldn't believe he'd let himself be talked into this.

Julian giggled. "This is so exciting!"

Max gave him a half-hearted smile. "I'm glad one of us is looking forward to this." He put the Jeep in park and opened his door.

"We can always go back home."

Max shook his head. "No, no. I agreed."

Julian smiled wickedly as he got out of the car. "Yes, you did."

"Don't rub it in."

"Oh, I'm going to be doing plenty of rubbing, don't you worry." He picked up his travel bag and grabbed Max's hand. "C'mon."

Max followed along as Julian led him down one of the nature trails into the park. About ten minutes in, Julian stepped off the path and into the bushes, pulling him along.

"Wait! The signs say we're supposed to stay on the path!" he argued.

Julian turned to him. "Okay. You want everyone to see us, we'll go back to the path."

"No!" He pushed Julian back in the direction they'd been going. "Off the path is fine."

"Thought so!"

They walked along for a few more minutes. Max stumbled over rocks, roots, his own feet. Too much more of this, and he wouldn't be in the mood for anything, let alone sex. They rounded the corner, and Max stopped in his tracks, the air leaving his chest in a whoosh of awe. "Wow."

Soft green grass, dotted with lavender and blue flowers, rolled out in front of them before sloping gently down toward a waterfall tumbling into an otherwise serene pool of bright blue.

"It's beautiful, right?" Julian let go of his hand and twirled around. "Like a fairy tale."

"Definitely." Max stood there mesmerized. "I had no idea this was here."

Julian slid his shirt over his head. "Care for a dip?"

"Are we allowed to go in there?" Max frowned at the pool, wondering if there were park rangers watching them from the bushes and trees.

"We're already off the path, right?"

"I guess so." He peeled his shirt off as well, stopped to admire Julian body as Julian finished undressing and stood before him, stark naked. He let out a low whistle and beckoned Julian over. He spied the dildo sticking out of Julian's bag, and frowned again. He kept forgetting to ask about it. "Why'd you buy one so big?"

"Huh?"

"The dildo. Why'd you buy it so big?"

"Don't you like it?"

Max chuckled. "I haven't spoken to it much, but it looks like a nice enough dildo. I'm still curious."

Julian blushed and looked away, hugged his arms around himself. "I thought you might like something like you'd been used to."

"Something...like I'd been used to? What?" He wracked his brain, trying to figure out what on Earth that could mean. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

"No, no no. No. You can't say something like that and then say never mind. Out with it."

Julian sighed heavily and padded away. "I saw Ashton online the other day. Actually, he messaged me."

Max cursed under his breath. So his ex was up to those old antics again. Nice.

"He told me about all the stuff you guys used to do together."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff like this. Like how you used to go camping and fuck under the stars."

Max snorted. "Baby, the only stars we ever fucked under were the glow in the dark ones stuck to his ceiling. He lied to you."

"Still. I don't know how you did it."

"Did what?"

"Went from someone like him to someone like me. I looked through all his pictures. He's perfection brought to life. And look at me." He waved a hand up and down his body. "I'm fat, I'm frumpy, and I have a pencil dick."

"Jesus..." Max shook his head. "Is that what this is all about? You are not fat. You are not frumpy, and you most certainly do not have a pencil dick." He took Julian by the shoulders and shook him gently. "Why do you let people get in your head like that? And why didn't you tell me he messaged you? I'd have told you he lied."

"Still," Julian repeated.

"No. There is no still." He ran his fingers through Julian's hair. "You want to know how I can go from a guy like him to a guy like you? When's my birthday?"

Julian frowned. "May seventeenth."

"What's my favorite color?"

"Purple," Julian answered immediately.

"What street did I grow up on?"

"Hummingbird Circle."

"I've been with you a little over a year, and you know all those things. I was with Ashton for five years. You know how many times he remembered my birthday? Twice. Once because he actually remembered, the second time because his sister called to remind him the day of. You want to know how else I can go from a guy like him to a guy like you? You and I make love. All Ashton and I ever did was fuck." Max paused for a deep breath, hating the ache in his chest these memories caused. "But the real reason I can go from a guy like him to a guy like you is because you never have to get drunk or high in order to deal with the fact that you're attracted to a man instead of a woman like your parents think you should be. You're not embarrassed to hold my hand in public."

Julian blinked, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Wow."

"Yeah. Look, I know you're not always happy with your body. If you want to, we can start going to a gym together or something." He ran his hands up and down Julian's arms. "But just know that you don't need to do anything for me to find you sexy or attractive or handsome. I love you—body, mind, heart, and soul."

Julian blushed again, but this time the rosy tint to his cheeks came with a smile.

Max took a step back and reached for the buttons of his jeans. He popped each open slowly, one at a time, all the while never breaking eye contact with Julian. He slid his pants and boxers down, stepped out of them, and reached for Julian, brought their bodies together and smiled at the soft gasp that escaped Julian.

He trailed his lips down the side of Julian's neck, over Julian's shoulder and down Julian's arm and back up again, until he reached Julian's lips. "Let's go for a swim," he whispered.

Julian shivered and nodded. He bent to reach for the dildo on the way by, but Max stopped him. "But—" Julian protested.

Max reached down and wrapped his fist around Julian's cock. "I've got all I need right here."

Julian gasped and arched against him.

In the face of Julian insecurities and worries, Max's earlier shyness and embarrassment at their intentions out in the wild faded away. Julian needed him, needed his reassurance, his confidence in them. He took Julian's hand and headed down to the water.

"Brr!" Julian giggled as he waded in, pressing up against Max. "I didn't consider it might be cold!"

"It's okay," Max said, sucking in a quick breath as he stepped further in and the water lapped at his chest. He bent his head to nuzzle Julian ear. "You're enough to warm me up."

He glanced around, looking for the perfect place, and found it in a little spot where the bank dipped down, forming a shelf. He scooped Julian up into his arms and waded over while Julian giggled and wiggled. Max deposited Julian next to the shelf, then took a spot on it himself on his back, his ass hanging over the edge. He smiled up at Julian and beckoned his lover forward with a crooked finger.
Julian's eyes went wide as understanding finally dawned. "You want me to top?"

Max nodded. He hadn't bottomed for Julian yet—not because he hadn't wanted to—but because he'd needed to be certain of his partner. They'd only been together for a little over a year, but today had been an eye opening experience. Julian loved him enough to set all this up, loved him enough to let Max's ex get under his skin, and God knew Max adored Julian. Bottoming for him seemed like the next logical step in their relationship.

Julian blushed and shuffled his feet, sending waves lapping at Max's ass. "Am I big enough to top? I want it to be good for you. Maybe I should get the dildo."

Max shook his head and grabbed for Julian's hand. "You are what I want. I don't want some artificial slab of latex. I want you. Flesh and blood. The man I love."

Julian shivered and leaned in for a quick kiss. He licked and nibbled a trail down to Max's left nipple, swiped his tongue across the tight nub and grinned when Max arched and sighed.

"Use your teeth, baby," Max instructed.

Julian's grin only got bigger. He lowered his head again and took Max's nipple between his front teeth, rolling it back and forth and biting down delicately.

Max fisted his hand in Julian's hair and held Julian's head tight, pleasure and pain spiking out from his nipple, warming his chest and belly. He pressed Julian closer, hoping to relay the idea of harder without actual words.

Ever an adept student, Julian redoubled his efforts, sucking Max's nipple into his mouth and chewing on it, making soft growling noises that sent shivers up Max's spine and drove him wild. Julian let go with a wet plop and continued his path lower. He stopped at Max's groin, pushed his face into the hair there and breathed in deeply.

Max giggled at the soft, warm blow of Julian's exhale as it tickled his flesh. His mirth quickly shifted to lust as Julian's lips pressed against the tip of his cock, sucking ever so gently. He let out a grunt.
Julian raised his head. "What was that?"

"I said suck me already!" Max chuckled and reached down to grip his cock, wagged it at Julian.

"Hmm...that does look tempting. I'm not sure if I should lick it..." He gave Max's cock several long, slow strokes of his tongue. "Or maybe I should stroke it." He wrapped his fist around Max's cock and stroked it from base to tip, pressing his thumbnail into the little slit on the head before flicking his thumb over the tip.

Max writhed and moaned. "More..." He panted, breath coming hard and fast.

"More of which?" Julian smiled wickedly down at him. "The licking?" He licked Max's cock up and down. "Or the stroking?" He gave Max's cock two good, tight pumps.

Max shook his head. Didn't much matter what Julian did, as long as he kept doing something. Anything. "Don't care. Just touch me."

"Or maybe you'd prefer this." Julian dropped to his knees.

Max let out a long, low moan as Julian parted his cheeks. "Oh, yes..." The hot wetness of Julian's tongue traced his opening, fluttered over it, and then probed him. Max shuddered and arched his ass off the ledge, desperate for more contact.

Julian wrapped one hand around Max's cock and stroked as he licked, raising his head occasionally to swipe his tongue across Max's balls. He sucked one into his mouth and Max nearly lost all control. Max tangled his hand in Julian's hair, loving that delicious gentle suction.

Julian withdrew and stood up. He spit into his hand, wetted his cock, and stepped up between Max's legs. He glanced up at Max, as if to ask one last time if Max were certain.

Max nodded and raised his legs to rest them on Julian's shoulders. He sighed and fisted his own cock as Julian's filled him. He had no idea what his lover had been worried about—Julian fit him just right, was just long enough and just big enough around. He looked up, enthralled by the look in Julian's eyes—lust, love, but also, confidence and control. Seemed Julian liked the role of top. Max chuckled to himself. He certainly liked the role of bottom.

Julian sped up his pace and Max's thoughts scattered. The world faded away until nothing existed but them—the only sounds in the world were their grunts and sighs, the slapping of their flesh, and the splashing of the water around them, the only thing Max could see were their bodies so perfectly joined, the only thing he could feel was the slide of Julian's body against him, inside him, the clutching of Julian's hands, and the tightness of his own hand. He stroked his cock in time with Julian's thrusts, eyes rolling back in his head. He gasped and bucked up as Julian tweaked his nipples, pinching them and tugging on them.

Julian changed the angle of his thrusts, hunkered down and moved faster, harder. He tucked his left forefinger behind his thumb, held it his hand close to Max's right nipple, and let go with a quick flick.
Max cried out, stroking himself faster and faster as Julian kept it up, fucking him hard, flicking his nipples and making those grunting noises Max loved. "Harder," he gasped out the word.

Julian obliged him, and Max had to reach down and hold onto the ledge. He grimaced and grunted, as Julian's movements pressed him back against some rocks he hadn't realized were jutting out. But it didn't matter. The pain only heightened his senses, made the pleasure that much more intense. His body tightened up, muscles bunching and straining for release. He let go of the ledge and grabbed for his cock, tugging and squeezing. Julian went rigid and arched against him, head thrown back in a stunning display of ecstasy. Two more strokes and Max found his own climax, body shaking. Julian collapsed on top of him and Max hugged him close.

Julian pressed a kiss to Max's neck. "So...what do you think?" He paused for several deep breaths. "Should we make fucking in the park a regular thing?"

Max grinned. "Baby, you can fuck me anywhere!"

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.****

Howloween Blog Hop!

I'm participating in the Howloween Blog Hop!

I've always had a soft spot for monsters and things that go bump in the night, so it shouldn't be surprising that Halloween is my favorite time of year! In fact, my husband and I were married on Halloween - in a haunted house! We exchanged our vows in the "swamp room" on a little bridge over a pond complete with a "body."

For my prize in the hop today, I'm offering up a free PDF copy of the winner's choice of any one of my books, which you can find at www.dcjuris.com.

To enter, just leave a comment with your e-mail and the title of the book you'd like 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 supporting someone who writes this sort of material 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.****

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.****

NSFW Hot in Handcuffs Giveaway Blog Hop

For my part in this hop, I'm giving away one pdf copy of my 7-story anthology, "Simply Smut" to a lucky winner.  Goes well, wouldn't you say? ::grin::

Here's the 411 on "Simply Smut"

Blurb:

Come watch Amber, whose online adventures have left her panting and ready. Or maybe you'd rather play with Jason, a sexy writer who has finally figured out the plotline of his life revolves around his hot assistant, Paul. And don't forget Chase, the sexy transgender man heading the right way for some steamy sex with fellow ftm Toby. These are just three of your options. You've got thirteen playmates at your disposal in these seven stories - all guaranteed to rev your engine and keep it running. All. Night. Long.

And here's a VERY NOT SAFE FOR WORK excerpt from one of the stories, "Rub-a-Dub-Dub."

Amber slid just the tip of her middle finger into her mouth. Pretending her finger was another woman’s clit, she licked, sucked, and nibbled. Her own clit was full and swollen, her pussy wet and her ass tight with anticipation. Releasing her finger, she trailed it along her chest again, between her breasts, down into the water to toy with the fine, curly hairs between her legs.

A soft moan of need escaped her and she moved her hand down. She brushed her fingers over her pussy lips with barely any pressure, smiling as she lifted her hips, instinctively seeking more, warm water sloshing around her. Amber had never known anyone who could get her off as well as she could herself. Something about knowing she controlled her own pleasure made her crazy with lust.

“More,” she whispered. She parted her pussy lips gently, loving the way she could feel them separate under her fingers. She slowly traced her index finger across her clit, shivering as waves of pleasure raced through her. “Yes...”

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Here are the blurbs for all 7 stories: 

"Rub-a-Dub-Dub" - An online search for innocent romance stories turns into an eye-opening adventure in the world of smut. By the time Amber gets home, she's hot, horny, and ready to play...with herself!



"Writer's Assistant" - Paul loves his job as Jason's writing assistant, and when Jason suggests they take their relationship to the next level, Paul is more than willing!



"Dylan's Promise" - Dylan knows about Alex's past - about the abusive relationship he ran from. But there's more to the story, and the appearance of a man who looks like Alex's ex brings up old memories that Alex can't deal with alone. Fortunately for him, he has Dylan.



"Torn Apart" - After a massive natural disaster all but destroys the planet Torn, William, a human soldier, begins a desperate search for his native lover, Intugu. Will the two be reunited, or will William's dreams end at a pile of rubble?



"Intrastate Love Song" - Toby and Chase met at a transgender pride retreat a year ago, and although the sparks flew right away, the timing was all wrong. Now they're reunited, living in the same town, and ready to date. That is, once they get that awkward first-time hot, steamy sex out of the way!



"Catching Up With Kevin" - What does transgender Anthony do when a night of hanging out with his transvestite best friend, Kevin, turns into Kevin revealing his love? Why, Anthony makes up for lost time, of course!



"Sock it to Him" - Eric is sick to death of watching Patrick get treated like crap by one asshole after another. But when the biggest asshole of them all, Donald, goes too far, Eric ends up driving Patrick to the local ER. Eric sets out to convince Patrick that there are better men to date - namely him - with help from an unexpected source: a sock monkey.



Entering to win is easy!

1. Follow my blog.

2. Leave a comment 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.****

Naughty or Nice Giveaway Hop

I'm not really al *or* type of person... so for my giveaway, I'm offering up a naughty AND a nice book! One lucky winner will receive both of these books in pdf format!

On the naughty side, we've got the very smexy "Down on the Farm." Here's the blurb:

Alastair Luna has come to Cherry Grove, Pennsylvania to immerse himself in country living as research for his next book. Cherry Grove is a far cry from the hustle and bustle of New York City, but Alastair discovers that some things, like attraction and lust, are universal.

And on the nice side, we've got "Who Better Than Canyon" (which contains no sex, btw. See what I did there??) Here's the blurb:

When Canyon's ex-lover, Robert, dies, he leaves behind a last request that Canyon take word of his passing to Simon, an old friend on the east coast. Canyon reluctantly agrees, and soon finds himself falling for Simon, despite the nagging belief he shouldn't. Canyon is plagued by guilt over his part in the accident that claimed Robert's life. But Simon knows something Canyon doesn't: Robert's death wasn't an accident, but a suicide, and Robert's intent was for the two men he left behind to come together. But Robert's plan didn't account for two things: Simon's disbelief that anyone can truly love a soon-to-be-cripple, and Canyon's staunch decision that the next man he gives himself to will give him a wedding ring first. Can Canyon and Simon set aside their own issues long enough to see what lies between them, or will they both miss out on their happily ever after?

Interested yet? :-) To enter, just follow these two simple instructions:


1. Follow my blog.
2. Leave a comment with your e-mail (be sure to include your follower name if it's not obvious.)


That's it!


Easy Peasy!


GOOD LUCK!! And don't forget to click on the image at the top to visit all the other fabulous blogs in the hop!


****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.****

Follow the Rainbow Book Reviews Blog Hop

So for the Rainbow Book Reviews Blog Hop, the topic of my post has to be about "what writing GLBTQ literature means to me."

Growing up, I didn't have access to any GLBTQ material. I had no computer, no Internet, and the closest library was over forty-five minutes away by car.

My friends enjoyed reading those "bodice-ripper" type romances, with damsels in distress with heaving bosoms, and the dark, brooding warriors with throbbing rods of love who rescued them, often by force.

That was all well and good for them, but for me? I had nothing in common with those characters whatsoever. I couldn't identify with the women, and I couldn't identify with the men. For years I scoured the local bookstore, trying in vain to find something I could sink my teeth into. To find a story featuring someone like me - a queer trans guy.

Fast forward to 2007. I've completed my first book, and I'm having trouble finding an agent to market it, because it contains... ::GASP:: a bisexual character. I wanted him to be a gay character, but my husband and I figured that, if I wanted any shot at publication, he'd have to be bi at the most. I have a three inch thick stack of rejection letters from agents for my bisexual romance. One agent finally did pick me up, but she turned out to be a scam artist.

I mentally thrashed about and gnashed my teeth until I found "Phyllida and the Brotherhood of Philander," which was marketed as a bisexual romance. This book was all over the shelves at my local Barnes and Noble. Success! I'd finally found something I could read and enjoy. Er...not so much. It's a nice book, with some fine writing, but not what I was looking for. Ultimately, I wanted a gay "bodice-ripper."

I was lamenting to my husband one night, and he suggested I try to find gay porn books. Not quite what I was looking for, he knew, but maybe it would be a start. So I went to my computer, and I typed in "male-male sex book."

And what did I find??? "Discreet Young Gentleman" by MJ Pearson. Oh. My. God!!!! Even the *cover* was reminiscent of those other novels. I was in love. I bought it immediately, and devoured it. I read it over and over again. And then it hit me - this was a PUBLISHED book. Someone had PUBLISHED it. And maybe...maybe...maybe they'd publish me, too!!

I wrote voraciously. I wrote story after story. Gay men. Bi men. Lesbians. Trans characters. While I didn't get published by the same place, I did end up finally getting published in the tail end of 2009.

So what does it mean to me? It means, in a small part, acceptance. It means not being alone. The GLBTQ romance industry is alive and thriving, and that's because people want to read this stuff. And that means I'm not alone in my love for it. It means breaking stereotypes - showing characters who are outside what people think is "typical" for gay people. It means showing other people that we exist. We laugh, we cry, we love. Just. Like. Them.

I take my spot in this industry very seriously. I *love* my spot in this industry. I'm proud to be a part of it. Sure, there are times when I shake my head in disbelief and wonder what's happening around me, but for the most part, I love it. This is exactly where I belong.

Okay, so now that you've suffered through my rant, here's what you really came for:

THE PRIZE!!

For my offering today, I'm giving away a free pdf copy of the winner's choice of one of my books. To enter, just leave a comment below, telling me what you like about GLBTQ romance. Don't forget to include 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.****

OOPS!! Lovestruck Giveaway Hop Winner!

Jenkies, Shaggy!!! It looks like I never picked a winner for the Lovestruck Hop!!!

EEK!!!

Okay - I'll even forgo the drum roll and get right down to it! The winner is Yvette (yratpatrol@aol.com)

Your free pdf copy of "Asian Persuasion" will be on it's way pronto!!!!

Angels and Demons Blog Hop Winner!

::drum roll:: And the winner is..... Sharon Stogner sstsogner1@gmail.com!

Congratulations!!! I'll be contacting you shortly to find out which of my books you'd like!

Thank you to everyone who participated and if you didn't win - don't fret! I'm participating in a *ton* more hops, so keep checking back!!! 

Coffee & Porn in the Morning First Birthday Bash!!

Coffee and Porn in the Morning is turning 1!  Go check out their birthday bash, featuring free fiction (including a little offering from yours truly) and prizes!!