Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: The Dragon & His Houseboy

Barro is a wealthy dragon shifter and Saeran is the man with whom he has spent the night. For some strange reason, Barro finds Saeran intriguing and makes him an offer he can't refuse.


Barro’s hand dipped between Saeran’s legs and stroked his cock. He bucked forward expecting more of the man’s touch. It only lasted a minute before he cried out when the other man withdrew his fingers. “Something like that. I’m sure we can come to a certain arrangement. I can make it well worth your while.

Sneak Peek: Hell's Gate: Draig-

Here is a sneak peek of Hell's Gate: Draig that comes out next Wednesday with Purple Sword Publications.  Hope you all enjoy.

Blurb:

Lila has been tending bar for five years at Hell's Gate. She is content with her life. However, when Draig walks into the club her world is thrown asunder. There is something about the exotic man that haunts her. She watches him night after night tie up women and can't help but feel jealous. Draig tries to ignore her, but he can't get her out of his mind. The only thing he knows to do is push her away.

Until the one night she finally confronts him and gives him a piece of her mind. Draig tries to keep her out, but he realizes Lila is something special. If he keeps her out, then his one chance of freedom will fly away.

Excerpt:

Lila let her eyes rove over Draig’s gorgeous body. Black leather pants encased well muscled calves, strong thighs, and a perfectly shaped butt. A yearning to touch his ass burned through her, but she resisted when the pain pounded on her temples again. Or maybe it was her good sense hammering away to warn her that one night stands were not a good thing. She’d had enough of waking up in someone else’s bed only to have them dismiss her in the morning. Besides, it was a bad idea to get involved with any of her coworkers. She had found that out first hand when she had first worked there, dating a bartender who had tended bar with her, but he turned out to be an ass. He slept with her then told the staff what a horrible lay she was. She swore she’d never make that mistake again. Leah had fired him that next night when his comments reached her ears.

Draig’s back muscles rippled when he stood and dragged a hand across his forehead to wipe the beads of sweat from his brow. Etched over his spine was a full blown dragon, wings outstretched. When he moved it, appeared the wings were flapping. It was inked in blue and silver hue. The work was so detailed she could make out the minute scales along its feet right before they turned into dangerous claws. Whoever had done the skin masterpiece was truly an artist. She wondered where else he might have some tattoos.

Draig turned. Her cheeks burned from being caught staring. She quickly averted her eyes and pressed the cloth to her head. The coldness eased some of the pain. But she figured she would have one hell of a lump in the morning. Getting whacked on the head twice in a one night wasn’t typical. Lila barely ever dropped a bottle of beer. Tonight two of them had slipped from her grasp. Leah wouldn’t dock her for the inventory, but she wouldn’t be happy if she knew.

“All put up. Is there anything else you need stocked?” he asked her.

“No. Thanks for the help. Just gotta go home.” She slid off the stool.

Once her feet hit the floor, she stumbled again. The world spun a little. She put her hands out to catch herself, but instead found herself against his chest. His arms wrapped around her and clasped her back. Her breasts barely touched his chest. Her head came just under his chin. She inhaled and smelled his pure masculine scent mixed with a fruity aroma that must have been the soap he used. Lila laid a hand on his flesh to steady herself. Her entire being flushed with heat from the close contact. An overwhelming urge to fan herself hit her, but she didn’t want to tear her hand away from his solid form. It seemed she was glued to this perfect stranger. Whatever magnetism drew her to him it was the strongest she had ever felt with a man.

Draig peered into her eyes. Flames ignited in his green ones. A gasp formed on her lips, watching his eyes glow. Before Lila could utter a sound, he claimed her mouth, his full lips covered hers. Her head said she should shove him away. They shouldn’t be kissing because it would only bring trouble. But before she could grasp onto that, the world fell away. She was floating and nothing could bring her feet to solid ground again. Her body temperature spiked. Just the pleasure his lips brought to her was unlike anything she had experienced before. He cupped her face lightly, barely even holding her. Lila craved for him do more, to lift her onto the bar, hike her skirt up, and plunge his cock inside of her.

The bliss he elicited speared directly between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together just to remind herself that she was still alive and hadn’t ascended to heaven. Draig slowly sucked on her bottom lip before releasing it. He then brushed his tongue across her lips. Lila let out a small moan. He made no move to bring her closer. The heat of his body blasted against her. She drew in a few breaths to anchor herself back in her body. Frozen to her spot, the shock of the kiss hadn’t worn off yet. Lila leaned up on tiptoe to return the kiss with the hunger growing inside of her. Before she could, he pulled away.

Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: Hell's Gate: Amelia

This is a quick peek into the world of Hell's Gate, asupernatural fetish club. Here we find Amelia and Barrett getting to know one another a little bit with Barrett sharing his fetish with her.

Setting the shoe on the floor before him, he then gently took a hold of her foot. Through the stockings he saw her dainty toes. Of fuck. She has amazing feet. I want to take those babies between my lips and dart my tongue between her toes to see what she tastes like. A shiver of pleasure gripped him and he had to remain very still before he lost control.

Guest Blog Post: Carolyn Hughey

I’d like to thank Jennifer for inviting me.  As an author of Avalon Books and an Indie author under the pen name of K. T. Roberts, I’m honored to be here with all of you today. 

What’s hotter than a summer in New York City?  Two sexy Italian Chefs fighting over you, of course!

Hopeless romantic, Ellana Licari, has her sights set on the tall, dark and handsome, Nick Soranno. With the help of the two meddling Mamas, she’s determined to show him she’s The One - not that scrawny redhead who’s rapidly becoming more than his casual ‘flavor of the month’.

Convincing Nick to stop thinking of her like his sister won’t be easy, but Ellana’s about to up the ante to break up the relationship and leave this new one in a cloud of dust.

But is it working?  Not as well as she’d expected.  But that’s okay because now Ellana’s canoodling with the Italian stallion, Giovanni Cavallini, to make Nick jealous.  Of course, Giovanni’s only too happy to oblige—he’s got his own agenda, but now that she has Nick’s attention, is it too late?
With the matchmaking Mamas doing their best to interfere, Ellana’s stuck in a quandary . . . which one of these tempting chefs will she choose?

I’m often asked what made me decide to write lighthearted contemporary romance.  My response is simple.  I’m a person who finds humor in life.  That’s not to say that I’m always upbeat, but it isn’t often that you’ll find me down.

Life is about making the most of any given situation and trying to see it as a glass half full instead of half empty.  While they both mean the same thing, it’s choosing to see things in a different light.   Of course this post isn’t intended to be about inciting positive thinking into your minds, it’s just what I do to interject some of the things that have happened to me, or people I know, into my stories in a humorous way.

 Shut Up and Kiss Me is set in present time in New York City.   It’s about Ellana Licari and Nicky Soranno who have been friends since the day they were born when their mothers met in the hospital.  And that’s just how long Ellana has been in love with Nicky—or at least that’s what the mamas told her.  In the scene below, Ellana has just given up her apartment and job in New Jersey and moving back to New York because her Mama has called to tell her Nicky is getting married to someone else.  Mama’s been trying to get her back in her grips for two years—this time it worked.  In this scene Ellana is having a flashback of her childhood and how the mamas used brainwashing attempts to keep their dream alive:

My mind drifted to Nicky and me as kids, and the Cupid Mongers’ brainwashing techniques. I did have to admit thinking about us back then did give me a warm fuzzy and made me smile.

The memory of Mom using Bobbi pins to attach the top of a sheer white curtain to my head as a bridal veil, made me laugh out loud. Those two goofy mothers had decided right from the beginning they weren’t going to risk the event not happening. I could almost smell the tiny bouquet of wild flowers Mom would shove in my hand every afternoon. Then, as Nicky and I walked down the path towards Aunt Nan, who posed as the priest, Mom would hum the wedding march until we were pronounced husband and wife.

     At the time, Nicky and I enjoyed “the game” but that was only because we weren’t aware of the mothers’ devious ways yet. Nicky just groans about it now, and me, well, I guess I’m still holding on to the dream. The thought of being Mrs. Nicholas Soranno has always given me comfort, but it’s never going to happen unless I’m able to change my status as his surrogate sister. 

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Both of these things happened in real life, I just enhanced the truth a tad.

If you want a good laugh, read Shut Up and Kiss Me available now at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.  And while you’re at it, check out my reviews of which I’m very proud. 

So what am I doing now?  I’m writing the second book in a three-part series about romance and food that includes 32 recipes—one after each chapter that I’ve incorporated into the story.  I have three more books to pitch to my publisher to keep the series going, because doesn’t everyone like recipes?

As a professional chef, I’ve always wanted to have my own cookbook, so when Avalon asked me to write this series, I jumped at the chance.  The series is entitled Romancing the Chef’s Toque, and the first book, Dishing Up Romance will be out in February 2012. The other two books entitled One Menu at a Time, and Catering to Love will be released in June and October, respectively.  I’m having a great time writing these books!

If you’d like to win a free copy of Shut Up and Kiss Me, leave me a comment on this blog and I’ll do a random pick and contact the commenter for details.

Find out more about me at www.carolynhughey.com . 

You might also want to check out my blog at www.blogging.carolynhughey.com.

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Facebook under Carolyn Esposito Hughey.

Guest Post: C.R. Moss- Fiction from Real Live

In my most recent release, Wild West Weekend, written together with my writing partner RM Sotera, the characters I wrote about – Cassie and Dakota – were reunited after not having seen each other for years. They had known each other as children/teenagers, and through life's circumstances, lost touch with each other until Cassie returned with a friend of hers.

This story slightly mirrors my own. In January it'll be my 18th wedding anniversary. My husband and I met in middle school and became friends. We lent each other books (I think he's the one that got me hooked on Stephen King) and tapes (I had borrowed a Heart tape from him in high school and forgot to give it back to him before we graduated. He got it back eventually. After all, my stuff became his and vice versa.) We had a handful of classes together in high school—honors Bio, physics, gym classes, and a history class he remembers me cutting a lot of in our senior year. After he received his driver's license and car, he would pick me up and take me to school. We'd have lunch together on occasion with the guys. Needless to say, we were good friends. I felt comfortable talking to him and sharing aspects of my life.

Then there came the one moment in my life I sometimes wish I could go back and change, but in retrospect am glad I can't, otherwise I may not be where I am today. He asked me out in our senior year, wanted me to go to a hockey game with him and some of his friends. I was dating someone at the time and for some reason told my boyfriend that I was invited to a hockey game with my guy friends. The BF didn't like the idea of me going out with a bunch of guys, even though they were just friends, so I turned down the hockey date. Things became strained between my future husband and me. The guy I was dating ended up cheating on me several months later, which is why I sometimes wish I could go back and tell him to F-off and that I didn't need his permission to go out with friends. But I also know that if I dated my husband in our senior year we probably wouldn't be together today. So high school ends, DH and I go our separate ways.

Years later, I'm in a restaurant waiting for a friend of mine and up walks this other man who wonders if I am who he thinks I am. Turns out it was my friend from high school. We started dating that weekend. Nine months later we were engaged. Three months later, a week shy of our one year of dating, we were married. (No, it wasn't shotgun. He was in the military and due to be stationed in Texas in preparation for duty in Korea. So we wanted to get married before he went on tour.)

Even after all this time, he's still my best friend (like Cassie and Dakota are in their story). I've grown to love him more and more over the years. He knows me better than myself. Sometimes that's not good, but most times I am grateful for it—keeps me from getting in trouble. He's seen me at my worst and my best. We're each other's biggest fans and staunchest supporters—though after reading a couple of my stories he's mentioned he wonders about where my mind goes, and I wonder how he can do marathons and iron-distance triathlons. We read each other's minds a lot and have weirded out our friends when we do it around them. We laugh at the same stuff and have close viewpoints on the world around us. Don't get me wrong, we aren't tied at the hip and we still have our 'differences' and 'discussions.' But we know how to be on our own, continue to pursue separate interests to keep our sense of self and to communicate so 'discussions' don't blow up into WW3 arguments. It's just a matter of trust, of love and of being friends. And just as that is in real life, it's also reflected in my fiction.

Thanks for stopping by!
C.

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"CR Moss is one of the best story tellers I have ever read, and I look forward to each new release!" Rie McGaha, author of Blood Line

C.R. Moss ~ Worlds of Possibilities ~ www.crmoss.net

Six Sentence Sunday: Fae Dreams

This six is from a new short that I just finished. Gracelan has just met the mysterious stranger who dwells on her land. Only to have him steal her breath away with a kiss.

At that very second, I felt every indentation of his sensuous mouth. He stole my breath away in that moment. It let me have a taste of him and left me begging for more. My entire body turned to jelly. Lorian cupped my face gently barely touching my skin. He swiped his tongue across my bottom and then pulled away.