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Streetlight People by HK Carlton

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Ménage á Trois m/f/f

Intended for readers over the age of 18+.

We all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.

Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.

After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.

Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!

After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.

Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?

Excerpt from Streetlight People 

I looked up at him and my words died on my tongue. Oh, my God! It is him! The guy from school, and he was fucking gorgeous. I’d never been up close and personal with him when I’d checked him out, only noting his other sizeable attributes in his tight jeans and T-shirt. And he knew the exact moment that I realised that he was something else. The corner of his mouth drew up. Obviously he was used to this reaction from women. I should have found his arrogance a turn-off. But I didn’t.

“See. You like me,” he said, with certainty.

“I don’t even know you.” But who wouldn’t want to?

He was tall, broad, with a hard body. His features were sculpted. Full lips, sharp cheekbones, sculpted chin complete with a slight cleft. His cheeks were covered in a fine layer of stubble, screaming danger. I couldn’t see what colour his eyes were, but they were alive with mischief and purpose.

“We can change that,” he said, tucking a strong hand under my hair, cupping my neck and the side of my jaw. Jesus! Was he going to kiss me? Like he’d kissed her?

“Wouldn’t you like to get to know me? I’ve seen you around campus. Don’t think I didn’t know you were scoping me out.” He continued to grin cockily. “And don’t think for one second I wasn’t doing the very same.”

I opened my mouth. “I—”

Then his lips were on mine. I struggled for the briefest of seconds before I was overwhelmed with sensation. He kissed softly, teasing, tempting me with his lips and his tongue. The smell of him, the taste of him drew me into his web of seduction.

“Mmm,” he murmured, into my mouth. “What have you been drinking tonight, blonde one?”

“Spiced rum,” I answered breathlessly.

“Mmm, my new favourite—spiced rum and you,” he whispered, and took over my mouth once again, but this time I was ready for him and I kissed him back.

I felt his approval reverberate through his chest and it made me bolder. I darted my tongue out and touched his bottom lip. This was crazy and stupid and likely the most dangerous, idiotic thing I had ever done, and I knew it but I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. His mouth was like magic. And I realised I was horny as hell. I wanted to have sex. Lots and lots of it. And if it was with Hot Campus Guy, I just might not send him packing come morning.

His tongue touched mine then swept into my mouth. The next thing I knew, he had me plastered up against the glass window at the front of the store.

“Wow, you are one little ball of heat,” he said as his body closed in on mine, pressing his chest against my tingling tits. He dropped his hips and thrust forward, forcing me backwards until my ass hit the window. I realised he had a full-fledged hard-on directed squarely at me. My own lower half rushed to life at the contact. Tingling, sweet, wet heat rushed between my legs as I pressed my pelvis against his rock-hard cock. I think I even growled my own approval. I wanted to fuck this stranger. Right here. With my ass slapping against the cold glass. What the hell was wrong with me?

All of a sudden I heard another voice—a female one—to my right. “I told you she was pretty.”

“You were right, but I already knew she was pretty.” The man kissing the hell out of me paused to answer. “And she’s horny.” He continued to kiss me. Not even as an afterthought—he was still kissing me with all the same heat while speaking to… I gasped when I opened my eyes and realised that his girlfriend was the speaker. Little slow here. Foggy alcohol, sex-deprived brain. I think so.

I stiffened.

“No, don‘t stop.” He tried to soothe me. “It’s okay, baby. Kiss me. She doesn’t mind. She picked you.” 

Picked me?

Copyright © HK Carlton, 2013

Streetlight People (Ménage á Trois m/f/f) Available at Total-E-Bound

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Available at most vendors April 8^th, 2013

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H K Carlton writes erotic, historical and contemporary romance for  Total-E-Bound Publishing and MuseItUp Publishing.

Guest Author HK Carlton

Hi and welcome to my blog, H K Carlton. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.  

Oh, Hello boys!

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out? 

This is a busy few months for me. I have two releases coming out this month and two in April:

Lost Time – erotic time-travel romance – Total-E-Bound

You Found Me – historical romance – MuseItUP Publishing

Streetlight People – ménage short story – Total-E-Bound (available for Pre-order)

The Devil Take You – historical romance – MuseItUp

How would you describe yourself using only five words?  

Mom, sister, writer, dreamer, hopeless romantic

 

If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or an author, what would it say? 

I actually have this warning on my blog. I tend to be wordy. Ask my editors.

 

Do you have any guilty pleasures?  

Mike’s Hard Lemonade

 

Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.  

I like One Direction ( I have a teenage daughter )

 

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?  

I’d live in Scotland. But I do love Canada.

 

How do you get yourself in the mood to write?  

I usually don’t have to get myself there, it’s most likely already going on in my head and I can’t get to the computer or a piece of paper fast enough. Finding the time is another matter.

 

Can you share with us your typical writing day.  Is there anything you have to have while writing?  

I try to answer e-mails, Tweet, blog and such in the morning. Write or edit in the afternoon, as I try to keep up with my other responsibilities. I also prefer to write at night when things have settled down and there are less distractions. I need coffee and my glasses.

Who are some of your favorite authors?  

I have so many favourite authors. Karen Marie Moning, Janet Chapman, Kinley MacGregor, Judith McNaught, Julie Garwood.

 

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?  

In my To Read Pile is KMM’s ICED. It picks up where the last Fever book ends.

 

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released?  

No, there really isn’t. I still find it hard to believe it, actually.

 

Do you have a favorite TV show you can’t miss?  

Chicago Fire. Once Upon A Time. Criminal Minds.

 

If you could date any character from any book, who would it be and why-no it doesn’t have to be from your books? 

From one of my books, there are two; so far. Niall Lummisden from You Found Me and Gard Marschand from The Devil Take You. Niall because he is the best man ever created even if he is only in my imagination, he will do just about anything for his woman; and Gard because he is the complete opposite, he’s really not a nice guy. But I love him anyway. It’s that classic good guys vs. bad boys thing, I guess.

From books that are not mine, I’d have to go with some of Karen Marie Moning’s creations again. Jericho Barrons, Dageus and Drustan MacKeltar. (Brothers, thank you very much, I’ll take them both) or Adam Black. Oh, the choices.

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had? 

I was inspired on a rooftop. (And I’m not telling what I was doing up there)

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would he/she tell?

Hmmm, probably that even though I’m a hopeless romantic and want to believe in love that lasts forever, there’s also a part of me that is never satisfied, and always searching. I guess that’s why I fall in love with almost all of my leading men. Until the next one comes along, that is.

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add? 

Thank you for having me and thanks for the drink, boys. 

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Lost Time Blurb:

Within this frame, his curse is time…

Hannah Keys thinks she’s setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she’s renaming it the vacation from hell.

When Hannah Keys discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist’s masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.

Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.

But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?

Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…

Lost Time Excerpt: 

Hannah heard it again. A sigh. Her head snapped up, causing pain to burst from behind her eyes. When her vision cleared, she shrieked and scrambled up onto the bed.

There was a man. At least, the portrait of a man.

“Ohh!” she breathed, as she stared at the full-length painting. The figure leaned casually on a sword. The huge frame dominated the whole wall.

Hannah slowly climbed from the bed and approached cautiously, almost waiting for something else to jump out and spook the shit out of her.

“How on earth did I not see this?” she whispered, nearing the image.

He was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. His features were perfectly masculine and artfully aristocratic.

His eyes were dark and intense, but the artist had highlighted the inner iris with tiny white strokes, making it seem as if his eyes were lit from within. They sparkled with curiosity as though he were really seeing her. She looked into the dark orbs, holding her breath—transfixed, waiting, watching for them to shift or blink. But, of course, they remained still. She released the breath on a chuckle at her own silliness. What a marvellously talented artist to have made him look so lifelike.

She continued to examine him, noting the thick, dark hair that reached almost to the collar of his crisp-looking white shirt. She wondered if the cut was considered overlong and indecent for that time period. She tried to discern what era he might have been from, but there was nothing in the painting that even hinted at the answer. Hannah almost wished he were real. She longed to run her fingers through his thick mane. Had the artist taken liberties, or could this man have been so flawlessly designed?

“You are gorgeous!” She reached out almost reverently, hesitantly touching his cheek. “How could I have missed you?”

She allowed her eyes to drift over the rest of him. His shoulders were wide. The painter had revealed only a small glimpse of what hinted to be a gloriously muscled chest through the V of the unlaced shirt. His waist was trim but Hannah imagined there lay an amazing six-pack under the loosely tucked garment. Her eyes drifted lower, over the dark pants that covered his thick thighs, down to the calf-high, shiny black boots.

Her focus slowly lifted back over his body, her eyes lingering on his crotch for an overlong moment as she imagined that part of him, too. She didn’t have to be an artisan to imagine in precise proportion to the rest of his size what a delightful handful he might be. She sighed. A girl could dream, couldn’t she?

Hannah realised she was breathing rapidly. Her face was warm. Her breasts tingled. Her body was responding as it would if a real live man had captured her attention, although she couldn’t ever remember having a reaction like this without some kind of stimulation first. She almost wished the swirls of paint were not cool to her touch but warm and giving, like his skin might feel.

She gave herself a mental shake. It was the first time she’d ever been turned on by a painting.

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VBT Stop/Contest with Donna Gallagher

Laura’s Light by Donna Gallagher

Forty-two- year- old single mother Laura Harris devoted more than half her life to raising her son. She remembered the concept of having sex but it had been aeons since she’s actually been a participant – especially with a real flesh-and-blood partner. But it’s time to reclaim her life. Her son is a man now. And the rising star of the Jets rugby league team. Their future is brighter than ever and, for the first time, financially secure. But Laura is starting to think agreeing to have dinner with Trevor Hughes could be biting off more than she can chew. Not that she can’t see herself taking a nice big chunk from the absolutely gorgeous thirty-four-year-old sports commentator’s rump, he’s one prime piece of masculinity! She just isn’t sure how or when the whole sex thing will become an issue. She can’t even get past the what-to-wear step. Let alone the when-to-take-it-off stage…

Trevor Hughes usually avoids the woman with substance – he has enough of his own demons to deal without trying to care for anyone else. But there’s something about the upbeat, sexy, one-woman-dynamo Laura Harris. The woman is pure sunshine and happiness. And that’s surprising when you look at what life has handed her. Nothing seemed to dampen Laura’s spirits and she quickly becomes someone Trevor needs in his life…Until misunderstandings come between them. Can Trevor put things right?

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 Adult Teaser Excerpt:

Trevor locked his knees so as not to crumple to the floor, felt his eyes roll back into his head, and even though he wanted to watch Laura, wanted to watch her mouth ride him, her cheeks hollow as she sucked on him, he couldn’t manage to focus his eyes. His balls tightened—he could feel the impending release about to spurt from him. God, he was about to come quicker than a virgin on prom night and there was nothing that could save him. He could not prolong the inevitable even though he wanted to feel the thrill of Laura’s mouth on him for longer. Let’s see, eternity might be a good start, he thought.

“I’m not going to last—this feels so fucking good, Laura, so fucking fantastic,” he managed to moan. The words were hardly romantic and not nearly deserving of this amazing woman who knelt before him, but they were all he could manage. He would make it up to her later, when he could manage to think with something other than his cock.

The cock that was plunging in and out of her mouth—he felt the head of his shaft bump the back of her throat, felt her fight the gag reflex. She actually swallowed, the sensation mind-blowing. She was blowing his mind and body. Her teeth grazed his cock as she continued her actions, rolling her tongue over the slit in the end of his cock before sucking him back in greedily, all the way until he felt his balls slap her chin.

 

Contest Announcement:  

Donna will be awarding a $50 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Follow the tour and comment; the more  comments you leave, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/12/virtual-super-book-blast-lauras-light.html

About the Author and links:

Sydney-born Donna Gallagher decided at an early age that life needed be tackled head on.

Leaving home at 15 she supported herself through her teen years.

In her twenties she married a professional sportsman, her love of sport — especially rugby league — probably overriding her good sense.

The seven-year marriage was an adventure. There were the emotional ups and downs of having a husband with a public profile in a sometimes glamorous but always high-pressure field. There were always interesting characters to meet and observe and even the opportunity to live for a time in the UK.

Eventually Donna returned home a single woman, but she never lost her passion for watching sport, as well as the people in and around it.

Now happily re-married and with three sons Donna loves coffee mornings with her female friends, sorting through problems from the personal to the international. But she’s on even footing with the keenest man when it comes to watching and talking rugby league.

Donna considers herself something of a black sheep in a family of high achievers. Her brother has a doctorate in mathematics and her sister is a well-known sports journalist.

An avid reader, especially of romance, Donna finally found she couldn’t stop the characters residing in her imagination from spilling onto paper. Naturally rugby league is the backdrop to her League of Love Series, published through UK publisher Total-E-Bound, spicy tales of hunky heroes and spunky heroines overcoming adversity to eventually find true love.

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Book Blurb Blitz Tour Stop for The Soul Within by Nancy Adams/Contest

The Soul Within by Nancy Adams

Total E-Bound

Paranormal Erotic Romance

Buy at http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1695

Alex’s body is in a coma. His soul, however, is not. Desperate to become whole, he must first convince stubborn beauty Evening Sinclair that he is not dead.

For generations, the Sinclairs have been healers. Using a gentle touch to heal the body and a soothing word to heal the soul, Evening Sinclair is no different. Yet despite her secret abilities, Eve has a somewhat normal existence. She enjoys her small physiotherapy practice, dotes on her eight-year-old daughter and occasionally helps souls get back into their bodies-that is until Alex, with his brooding good looks and glowing eyes, appears in her kitchen.

Alex is desperate to get back into his body-two innocent lives depend on it. His only obstacle is Eve and her stubborn fear. Unfortunately for Eve, Alex is ruthless and just as stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He will not ‘go away’ and no matter how much Eve tortures him with her lush body and perfect mouth, he will not change his mind. Eve will merge him, and if it takes him haunting her day and night, she will merge him back with a body-any body.

Teaser Excerpt:

“Why can’t you merge him?” she asked, her green eyes sharp.

Eve rested her cheek into her hand. “He has three bullet holes in him—one is very close to his heart, one probably in his liver and the other in his shoulder.”

Gran remained quiet taking in the information.

“He can move things too. Opens and closes doors.” Her heart began to beat faster when she recalled Alex closing the fridge door. Even now goosebumps crawled their way up her arms.

“Doll.” Gran leant forward and touched her bent knee. “I know the idea frightens you but are you sure he isn’t dead?”

“Yes.”

“But you just said that he came to you, that he could move objects and that he has three bullet wounds one close to his heart. It sounds as though he’s dead.” Gran shook her head. “I told you seeing dead souls might happen sooner or later.”

“That’s just it, for a while I was so sure he was dead, then I touched him and—”

Gran sat up straight. “You touched him?”

“Yes,” Eve moaned covering her face. “I couldn’t help it, there’s just something about him.”

“What, doll?” Gran asked gently.

“I’m not sure.” She lied. She had wanted to feel, no that wasn’t right. She had wanted to know that he was real, that this man, who thought she was damn sexy was more than just a soul and why it was, that when she felt his heat seep into her hands, it felt as though her own soul sighed in relief?

“What did you feel?”

“Heat. He was warm…

Contest Information:

Nancy Adams will be giving away a $20 Total-e-Bound or Amazon gift card to one random commenter during the tour. Follow the tour and comment; the more they comment, the better their chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/08/book-blast-soul-within-by-nancy-adams.html

Author Bio:

Nancy’s addiction for a good trash novel began in her late-teens when her grandmother gave her a bag of Harlequin Romance books. She was hooked and spent the next few years lurking in the dark corners of used bookstores searching for her next fix. Until, one marriage and two kids later, her own ideas had her jumping up at 3 am (much to her husband’s annoyance) and typing them into her laptop. Beside her husband and children, Nancy has three passions, rearranging furniture, buying bed linens and, of course, writing. Nancy lives in Eastern Ontario with her family and two over sized lap dogs.

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Wicked Wednesday with Wendi Zwaduk

 

Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk

Total-E-Bound

Recent Historical (1970s), erotic romance, m/f, spanking

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It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

Hot Steamy EXCERPT:

“You went out there naked.”

“Except for the sheet,” Cindy murmured. She shifted and turned to face him. Instead of going to sleep, she slipped one hand between their bodies and into the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Noel’s breath hitched and his eyes closed. She wound her fingers around his growing erection. He groaned and ground his hips into hers.

“Feels good.” Another groan as she worked her fingers up and down his length in long strokes. The start of a smile curled his lips. “Damn good.” Noel tumbled on to his back. “Let me lose these.” He yanked the boxer shorts down his legs and kicked the garment to the end of the bed.

She straddled his thighs and trailed her fingers over his dick. Liquid seeped from the blunt head of his cock. What did he taste like? She bit her bottom lip and scooted down his legs. With her gaze fixed on his, she swiped her tongue through the pre-cum.

Noel shivered and threaded his fingers into her hair. “Yeah.” He moaned. “More.”

Feeling bold, she licked the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Cindy took him into her mouth and rolled her tongue around his dick. She hollowed her cheeks and hummed. She scraped her teeth down his dick.

“Up and down,” he coaxed. “Easy, Sunshine.”

She bobbed her head, mouth-fucking him in time with the music playing in her head. Her breasts grazed the hair on his thighs, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She massaged his sac and rocked back on her heels. Noel’s grasp in her hair tightened and his hips bucked.

“Fuck.” His chest arched. “Oh.” He dug his heels into the mattress. His cock bumped the back of her throat. Salty seed burst on her tongue. She fought the urge to pull back and swallowed his offering. Noel went rigid, then limp beneath her.

Noel’s chest rose and fell with each breath. He opened his hand and patted the mattress. “You got me.”

“I do?” Cindy sat back on her heels and wiped the corners of her mouth. “Feel a little better now?”

“Better is putting it mildly. Come here.” Noel opened his arms. “I want to hold you.”

She crawled up next to him. Noel rested his cock between her ass cheeks and held her tight in his arms. “I can handle the darkness when I’m with you.”

 Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? Here you go:

I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!

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Guest Author Day with Lisabet Sarai & a Contest

 

 

The Head and the Heart by Lisabet Sarai

 

Fiction is driven by conflict. In romance as in any other genre, conflict is what moves a story forward and energizes readers to keep turning the pages,

 

In the most basic sense, conflict is a gap, clash or discrepancy between some desired state and the current situation. Conflicts can be external – anything from accidents, emergencies or real world threats to differences in social status or culture between two protagonists that act as barriers to their relationship. Conflicts can also be internal – lack of trust, feelings of inadequacy, or a misunderstanding of another character’s motives. In either case, readers crave the satisfaction that comes when the conflict is resolved and the gap is eliminated.

 

My new M/M novel Quarantine features both external and internal conflict. The world in which Rafe and Dylan live is full of physical risk. The bad guys are very evil indeed. In addition, psychological and emotional issues separate the lovers. Rafe has been taught that gay men are dangerous and disgusting. Somehow he has to reconcile these beliefs with his irresistible attraction to Dylan, one of the prisoners he’s supposed to be guarding. In fact, in Rafe’s case, he’s in conflict with himself. His head tells him one thing, while his heart (and his body) send a very different message. He’s confused and suspicious, torn between rationality and arousal.

 

The X-rated excerpt below offers an example.

 

Blurb

 

When love is forbidden, the whole world’s a prison.

 

Dylan Moore will do anything for freedom. Seven years ago, a gay plague spread to heterosexuals, killing millions and sparking brutal anti-gay riots. The Guardians rounded up men who tested positive for the homogene and imprisoned them in remote quarantine centres like desolate Camp Malheur. Since then, Dylan has hacked the camp’s security systems and hoarded spare bits of electronics, seeking some way to escape. He has concluded the human guards are the only weakness in the facility’s defences.

 

Camp guard Rafe Cowell is H-negative. He figures the lust he feels watching prisoner 3218 masturbate on the surveillance cameras must be due to his loneliness and isolation. When he finally meets the young queer, he discovers that Dylan is brilliant, brave, sexy as hell – and claims to be in love with Rafe. Despite his qualms, Rafe finds he can’t resist the other man’s charm. By the time Dylan asks for his help in escaping, Rafe cares too much for Dylan to refuse.

 

Dylan’s plan goes awry and Rafe comes to his rescue. Soon they’re both fugitives, fleeing from militant survivalists, murderous androids, homophobic ideologues and a powerful man who wants Dylan as his sexual toy. Hiding in the Plague-ravaged city of Sanfran, Dylan and Rafe learn there’s far more than their own safety at stake. Can they help prevent the deaths of millions more people? And can Rafe trust the love of a man who deliberately seduced him in order to escape from quarantine?

 

Excerpt

 

“You look like you’re feeling hot, Rafe. Why don’t you take off the monkey suit? You know I’m not contagious.” Dylan kept his voice low and even, as though he were trying to reassure a frightened animal. “Make yourself more comfortable. Don’t worry, nobody knows we’re here together. I blinded the spy eyes. And there’s no electricity anyway.” He stepped forward again. This time Rafe held his ground.

 

“Keep away from me, faggot!” Despite Rafe’s glare, this sounded more like a plea than a command. Dylan set the candle down on the rail separating the generators from the aisle. He closed the few feet of distance between them.

 

“Let me help you,” Dylan murmured, pulling the zip on the suit down to Rafe’s waist.

 

“Get your filthy hands off me!” Rafe yelled. But he didn’t move as Dylan opened the suit all the way down to his crotch. Dylan resisted the temptation to reach inside and stroke the erection he knew he’d find there. Instead, he pushed the garment off Rafe’s shoulders. The slithery fabric crumpled around Rafe’s knees.

 

“Relax,” said Dylan. “Sit down.” He seated himself on the bench, the polished wood cool against his bare buttocks. Like an automaton, Rafe did the same. The black man kicked off the biohazard gear. For a moment they simply stared at each other.

 

Dylan felt his nipples tighten and his cock lift under the guard’s scrutiny. It really was lucky the guy was so attractive. It made everything easier.

 

He could read the emotions shuttling across Rafe’s face. Hell, the guy was an open book. The anger was mostly gone. Now fear, guilt and lust battled it out on those noble features. Dylan sat quietly, holding Rafe’s eyes, his cock growing harder with every passing second. Rafe’s nostrils flared. He breathed through his mouth, panting as though he was running a marathon. His gaze flicked down to the rod of flesh rearing up from Dylan’s groin.

 

“What do you want?” he asked finally, his voice almost a whisper.

 

“You know what I want. You.”

He leaned forward, brushing his lips across Rafe’s. The other man started. Dylan seized the guard’s shoulders and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Rafe did not resist. In fact, he opened his mouth to allow Dylan’s questing tongue inside.

 

Exultation flared in Dylan’s heart. Still devouring the guard’s mouth, he slid his hands down Rafe’s massive biceps and then over his solid chest, pulling at the Velcro that kept the shirt closed. The guard’s skin was smooth, warm, and moist with sweat. Dylan’s fingers skimmed over the patch of tight frizz between Rafe’s breasts, then fastened on one fat nipple. Rafe gasped, grabbed Dylan’s head, and deepened the kiss.

 

This was almost too easy. Dylan cupped the huge bulk of Rafe’s erection, trapped inside the tight trousers. “I want to see you naked,” he said, close to Rafe’s ear. “Please, baby…”

 

Rafe abruptly broke the embrace. Damn. Had he moved too fast for the homophobic guard? Rafe turned his broad back to Dylan and shucked off his shirt. Dylan licked his lips at the sight of the muscles shifting in that sleek, chocolate brown expanse. Rafe kicked off his boots then yanked his pants down to his ankles. Finally he peeled off the gloves and tossed them onto the concrete floor.

 

When he faced Dylan again, his eyes were glowing coals. His cock rose like a pillar of basalt between his powerful thighs. His abdomen rippled as he sucked in breath. He was magnificent, like some ancient god. Dylan wanted to worship him.

 

Sinking to his knees in front of the naked guard, Dylan kissed the glistening bulb of that formidable cock, tasting soap and sweat. He was about to swallow as much of that engorged length as he could manage when a heavy hand gripped his skull. “No,” Rafe commanded. “On the bench. On your hands and knees.”

 

 

 

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I want to thank Raine for having me as her guest. This post today is part of my Quarantine blog tour, which will run  through the 24th of July. I’ll be giving away an ebook to one commenter at each stop on the tour. So leave a comment – and don’t forget to include your email address so I can contact you!

 

I’ll also be choosing one commenter from the entire tour to win the grand prize – a $50 All Romance Ebooks gift certificate. Meanwhile, all comments at my own blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com) during the tour will also go into the drawing for the gift certificate.

 

You’ll find the schedule for the tour in my July newsletter: http://www.lisabetsarai.com/news.html

 

Check out my intense trailer Error! Hyperlink reference not valid.! And if you’re interested in getting your own copy of Quarantine, just go to Total-E-Bound (http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1725)!

Bio: More than a decade ago LISABET SARAI experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published four single author short story collections and seven erotic novels, including the BDSM classic Raw Silk. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She has also edited several acclaimed anthologies and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series COMING TOGETHER PRESENTS.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai’s Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).

 

Welcome Courtney Breazile

 

 

Hi and welcome to my blog, Courtney Breazile. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.  So tell us a little about yourself.

 

How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing? I would say a lot more personality than experience. I write into my characters a lot of what I really like about myself or sometimes just hope that other people might see in me. The strengths and such that they have.

 

Generally, how long does it take you to write a book? It really depends on how inspired I am at the time and how much time I have. If I am really into the story I write fast but sometime I am just not feeling it and it seems like forever.

 

What is your writing routine once you start a book? I don’t really have one, I wish sometimes that I did because I think it might make it easier to finish some projects. I usually just write when I feel like it.

 

 

 

Tell us about your latest release or upcoming release. What inspired it? I have a book coming next month, April 9^th, called Realm of Passion and it was inspired by the idea of possession and my love of fairies.

 

 

What are your thoughts on love scenes in romance novels, do you find them difficult to write?  I don’t find them difficult to write most of the time. Sometimes when I am dealing with multiple partners I have to stop and think a little more about positioning and who is doing what to who lol but mostly its easy flow like the rest of the story.

 

What kind of research do you do for your books? I write a lot of modern day stuff so the most I research is distances and times it takes to drive or fly somewhere. But in the historicals I have done I have had to research more details.

 
What are some of your favorite things or hobbies to do? I love to go to the beach, love to walk and ride my bike.

Who are some of your other favorite authors and genres to read? I grew up loving Stephen King and horror then moved to Romance and Johanna Lindsay. Now I read a lot of paranormal erotica, right now I am working my way through the Laural K Hamilton series.

 

Among your own books, have you a favorite?  A favorite hero or heroine? I love all of them, like my children how can you choose one over another?

 

Which comes first, the story, the characters or the setting? Depends on the story. Sometimes I see the characters sometimes the setting and sometimes the plot. Most of the time I see a scene and that starts everything.

 

What part of a book has been the easiest to write?  The hardest? The easiest for me has always been the beginning, and its my favorite. When I start a story there are so many possibilities it’s so exciting! The ends are hard for me I always feel unsure about if I am ending it too soon.

 
What are the elements of a great romance for you? Sexual tension, an adventurous plot and realistic characters.

What is the hardest part of writing/the easiest for you? The hardest part lately is making myself do it, the easiest is coming up with new ideas for stories I need to write.

 

Are you in control of your characters or do they control you? They control me I think, very demanding and totally want their story the way they want it.

 

What are some of your current projects? I am working on the 7^th book in my Immortal Council Series and the first book in a new series that is a contemporary lesbian series.

 

Boxers, briefs, boxerbriefs…. Or commando on a man? Why? Boxerbriefs! I like how they are tight and show off but still with a bit of class.

 

What is your strangest habit? What…Me…Strange? Not in any way…..

 

When you looked in the mirror this morning, what was the first thing you thought? Why isn’t the coffee already in my hand?

 

What is your favorite pizza? Veggie.

 

 

What is one thing scientists should invent? Teleportation

 

If you could time travel, where would you go? The 20’s!

 

What is your favorite thing about being a writer? I love that I can provide entertainment to other people.

 

If I was a first time reader of your books, which one would you recommend I start with and why? Blood Visions because it’s a short story and it is the first of my series.

 

What do you hope readers take with them after reading one of your stories? I hope they leave with a smile and a desire to read more.

 

Anything else you want to mention? Read to Escape! That’s my motto!

Realm of Passion by Courtney Breazile

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Comingin April 2012

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Irresistible magic in a tempting body.

Callie’s body is the perfect hiding place for the magic of the fairy realm. Malia is the perfect guard for her body against the demons determined to have the magic for themselves. Malia can’t resist the magic-it calls to her and Callie’s body is as close as she can get to it. Surprised to find the body so welcoming, Malia refuses to give it up once she has it.

Is their attraction enough to break the rules of the fairy realm?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of FF intimacy.