Fused by Fire

 

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Simon knocked on his door. “Hey, all done out here. Want to come check my skills? We can play sexy maid and naughty boss.”

Michael bit back a groan, shocked by the words. He’d really love to do that. Did the man know how much his offer tortured him? When did Simon become an overt flirt?

With a fortifying breath, he opened the door and stopped short. Simon stood directly in front of him with a mischievous smile on his face.

“I found something.” Simon nibbled on his lush bottom lip.

Michael racked his brain for what Simon might have discovered that would warrant such a teasing expression.

Simon’s lips curved into a huge grin as he produced a half-empty bottle of lube from behind his back.

“Shit,” Michael muttered.

“Yeah, I was vacuuming out the couch cushions, and imagine my surprise.” Simon arched a brow. “Did you buy this at a wholesale supermarket?”

Michael’s face heated. Not because Simon had his lube, but because the last couple of times he’d used it, images of Simon in the firehouse showers had slipped unbidden into his thoughts.

He reached out to grab it, but Simon held it away from him.

“Tsk-tsk. Now, where do you hide your…material?” Simon brushed past Michael and into the bedroom.

Michael watched from the doorway as Simon rummaged through the drawers on both nightstands before coming away with a strip of condoms.

“Oh.” Simon’s face fell. He glanced from the bed to Michael, and his face reddened. With a loudly exhaled breath, he moved past Michael and walked back out into the living room. Michael followed along, only to be brought up short when Simon turned to dangle the condoms in front of Michael. “I guess you don’t need any additional inspiration.”

Michael finally managed to shake himself out of his frozen state. He snatched the condoms and lube away and tossed them on the couch. Simon just kept pushing and pushing, burrowing his way into all the crevices of Michael’s life.

Michael stepped forward and grabbed Simon by his shoulders. “Why are you really here?” he snarled.

“Because you’ve locked yourself away?” Simon whispered and gazed at him with eyes filled with concern.

That look stabbed into Michael. “And you care why?”

“Because…” Simon shrugged, dislodging Michael’s hold, and then cupped Michael’s face with a trembling hand. “What happened wasn’t your fault, and you needed someone to come and shove that truth into your face.”

“You picked the short straw?” Michael hated that Simon’s hand on his cheek brought him more comfort than anything else had. Just like at the hospital.

Simon shook his head, and his gaze fell to Michael’s lips. His hand came down to brush against the edge of Michael’s bottom lip. A pink flush rose along Simon’s cheeks.

Michael felt that innocent touch like a jolt through his body. He tilted Simon’s face up, and the sensual invitation in his eyes shocked and inflamed him.

He didn’t have the energy to fight against what he wanted, and right now that was Simon. With a groan of defeat, he smashed his lips to Simon’s and took the sweet oblivion that Simon offered. Simon melted into him, and a shudder worked its way through Michael’s body. Michael grasped the backs of Simon’s thighs and jerked until Simon jumped up and wrapped his legs around Michael’s waist.

Brief astonishment that they were really kissing filtered through Michael’s head as he stumbled back to sit on the couch. He traced his tongue along Simon’s bottom lip and thrust inside. Simon clutched him tightly and ground a very hard cock against his abs.

Simon’s kiss was desperate, as were the hands that were busy trying to unbutton Michael’s shirt. He shifted and glared at the garment before shrugging and wrenching forcefully enough to rip the buttons off and expose Michael’s chest. The cold air did nothing to cool Michael’s heated flesh.

Release Date: May 20th!  

Blurb

           Michael prides himself on being the man that everyone can depend on until one of his firefighters is severely wounded on the job. Will he be allowed to process the situation alone? Not when a loud and persistent Simon Winters shows up on his doorstep. The man hasn’t met a boundary he didn’t skip across.

Simon has had the biggest crush on Lieutenant Firefighter, Michael Donovan since the first day he saw him. Which just happened to be at an interview for a job to work as a firefighter. Before his desire to lick the gruff older man from head to toe affects his work, Simon transfers over to being a paramedic. Just when he’s begun to build a life that doesn’t include hot shower fantasies of Michael, the object of his angst is thrust into his path.

All too quickly, Simon begins to barrel through Michael’s defenses and dig up the desires Michael has fought so hard to hide. As passions flare out of control, tragedies collide from every side. Michael’s struggle to keep Simon at a distance starts to crumble beneath the weight of the secrets that Simon is hiding. Will Michael be able to protect Simon when he needs it the most or will he lose Simon forever?

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Plotter or Pantser

Today is about the letter “P” in the A to Z Challenge. When faced with the letter “P” all I could think of  was the idea of being either a Plotter or a Pantser. Plotters are the ones who write the road map of the story before getting down to all the little details. Pantsers, on the other hand, start with chapter one and stop at the end with no real structure in place. In my case I fall somewhere inbetween. I do lean toward the Plotting end of the spectrum, but no matter how detailed of a synopsis I write, my characters always end up adding a curve in the road. I guess you could say that on the road to “the end” I may write the directions but my characters most definitely are driving the car. With my Firehouse Six Series, there are necessary plotter components. I have to weave stories together beyond “the end” because with a series “the end” is only “the beginning” of the next tale.

          The Beginning                      A curve in the road                          

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A New Beginning

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Observation as Inspiration

Today is about the letter “O” in the A to Z Challenge. In my head observation can lead to inspiration and that inspiration leads to fantastic stories. Sometimes it is as simple as observing two people holding hands, or a genuine smile. Granted, a sexy picture here and there doesn’t hurt, but I find the sweet photos just as inspiring. So, when your muse is being difficult, take the time to observe the world around you.

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Nocturnal Notions

Today is about the letter “N” in the A to Z Challenge. I have chosen Nocturnal Notions for the letter “N” because Nighttime is generally when I write. It seems that when the world is silent I can completely focus my creative energy on what my characters are saying to me. So, I nuke some coffee and find a comfortable place to sit and write out the worlds that play within my head.  When morning comes I wake up, like a modern day Rip Van Winkle under a water tower, not the stereotypical ancient tree.  Time is lost as I have spent lifetimes with my characters, not a mere eight hours beneath the moon.

 

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Merek and his Mate.

Today is about the letter “M” in the A to Z Challenge. My letter “M” goes to one of my favorite characters, Merek. He is the Alpha in Scent of a Wolf. Such an intense man with a mixture of masculinity with the vulnerability he expresses with his mate. Yup, I’ve just used many more “M” words in that minuscule description. Below, is a little tease of an excerpt, because sometimes it’s just fun to take a peek.

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Excerpt

“Submit.”

Merek pinned Jace’s wrists to the ground. The man loomed close, his muscular frame pressing against Jace’s so he touched all the right spots. Jace squirmed in a halfhearted effort to get free even as his body screamed at him to yield to the pleasure that Merek could provide.

Merek leaned down to whisper, “You’re always so damned difficult.”

The moon shone down, filtering through the webwork of trees that canopied their nocturnal wicked activities. In the pale silver light, he could see Merek’s face. It was composed of sharp angles, a prominent nose, chiseled jaw, and a sensual mouth. That mouth never failed to make Jace’s cock twitch. Merek’s face was almost always partially shaded by the long locks of black hair that flowed down to touch his broad shoulders. Hair so dark it refracted light in shades of blue—an eerie color reflected in his eyes. They were the palest blue Jace had ever seen. The eyes of a wolf, and he growled like one too.

Letting the primitive nature of their wolves loose in the magnificent embrace of the wilderness was instinctive. The smell of damp grass and pine trees wafted around them. But beneath that scent was Merek’s—rich, primal, and addictive.

Jace strove to stop his grin as he bucked his hips in an attempt to get Merek off him. The man was too strong for his own good. The move only resulted in Merek chuckling and adjusting to hold both of Jace’s wrists in one hand. The other he used to lightly caress Jace’s cheek and jawline. Merek brushed his thumb over Jace’s bottom lip, causing a shudder to flow through Jace. He knew just what those hands were capable of.

No matter how hard he fought himself, he couldn’t help but tilt his neck into the soft touch. Merek gave him a sensual smile.

Jace tried to twist away again, to get the upper hand, but to no avail. Merek trailed his hand lower, and Jace arched into the gentle touch. The man was doing his best to destroy Jace’s control, and it was so tempting to catapult to the carnal command.

“Just one word, Jace, and I’ll give you everything.”

Merek leisurely traced his fingertips down Jace’s naked chest, along the hard muscles of his stomach, and stopped at the waist of Jace’s low-riding jeans. Jace curved into the touch. Desperate for Merek to go lower.

“Submit to me.”

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Scent-Wolf-Draven-St-James-ebook/dp/B00GMW1HL6/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1397363841&sr=1-2

Loose Id: http://www.loose-id.com/scent-of-a-wolf.html

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Loose Id Love

Today is about the letter “L” in the A to Z Challenge. I wanted to highlight Loose Id and all the “L” word that it inspires. There is laughter, which I think is an important component of any story. Just a brief moment of levity can be a wonderful contrast to the intense elements in the tale. Add to that lust, longing, and love. The important components to any story on the road to a Happily Ever After.  All these lead me to Library and to Loose Id. A collection of amazing erotic fiction all in one place to tempt and tease any reader.  To visit this mecca of books click the link below.

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