Sexy Saturday Snapshot

What happens when two men play a drinking game….Two truths and a Lie….

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Croix glared at the tequila before drinking it and chugging soda. “That’s so, just, wrong.”

“But I bet you’re starting to feel all warm and fuzzy inside, huh?”

Croix scrubbed a hand across his face. “I doubt the light, fluffy, barrier I’m experiencing building within is something I should take comfort in when I’m around you.”

“Be that as it may. It’s your turn and I want it so filthy I should be reading about it in the bathroom of an adult video store.”

“You’re delusional, because I have no such filth.” Croix ran a finger along the rim of his shot glass. “Umm…my father found my stash of porn when I was seventeen. I’ve never jacked off in front of another person. I own a collection of sex toys.” Croix buried his face in the crook of his arm, his words muffled near the end.

Brayden knew, given what Croix had said about needing some help in the experience department that he must be chaste, but just because he was a virgin didn’t mean he hadn’t been to first and second base. So, the truths and lies swirled together in dirty water. Then there was William, the man had no sense of boundaries, he wouldn’t put it past the guy to go snooping. Ugh, this was harder than he thought, because the idea of Croix with sex toys had him reaching for a pillow to put over his lap. The most obvious option from the naughty pile would be he’d never jacked off with an audience, which would mean that was what Croix expected him to pick. “I think it’s you own some hide me away sex toys. Lie, lie, lie.”

“Wrong.”

~ Above is an excerpt from, The Closer I Get (Picture Perfect, book 1), a book by Draven St. James and LL Dahlin.

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Sexy Saturday Snippet

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“Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a man? To be with me?”

Croix jerked back, his eyes wide with shock, but what surprised Brayden was the desire in their depths. “I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” Croix opened the door.

“Why not?” Brayden’s alcohol induced haze pushed him to the brink of bravery and right into the well of insanity. The questions and cravings he’d had for his friend for so long rose to the surface.

“You’re drunk,” Croix muttered, shoving him into the car.

“Not so drunk I don’t know what I want,” Brayden admitted for the first time out loud. Later he could blame the alcohol, but right now, in this moment it was surreal. Croix actually looked at him with fire in his eyes, there was lust there, or Brayden was delusional. He closed his eye murmuring, “Not that it will ever happen.”

The door slammed and the other opened followed by another loud bang. He swore he could feel Croix’s warmth across the console seeping into his skin. The scent of leather and Croix’s spicy, musky cologne filled the small space. Could a man die from blue balls? He dug his fingers into his thighs to keep from reaching for Croix.

He’d never considered himself one for torture, but this seemed pretty damn close.

~ Above is an excerpt from, The Closer I Get (Picture Perfect, book 1), a book by Draven St. James and LL Dahlin.  

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New Firehouse Cover, A Sale, A Giveaway!!

 

All right, here is the fantastically fun giveaway to celebrate the re-release of Grey’s Hidden Fire, a sale on Amazon, and the amazing new cover (created by Karrie Jax)!🙂 For a chance to win a twenty dollar gift card to Amazon just leave a comment on what your character would be in a Firehouse Six book. Would you be the sassy best friend? The snarky dispatcher? The nurse who won’t give up? I want to know. You may end up with a cameo. It’s always fun for me to interview you and then figure out where I can put you in all the chaos.
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Blurb for Grey’s Hidden Fire:

Grey’s entire life is wrapped around his job as a firefighter. It’s all he has ever wanted. That is until his new coworker Mica Cruz saunters through the door with his smoldering dark looks and dimpled grin. Suddenly Grey finds himself wanting to get to know what Mica looks like out of his gear and between the sheets.

Mica has one rule: he keeps his work life and his personal life separate. It’s easy enough to follow until he meets Grey and finds his rule can’t stand up to the fire that Grey ignites. There’s one big thing standing in the way of all of his lust-filled musings. Grey is straight.

In a profession where being gay is often kept quiet Grey must come to terms with his growing attraction to Mica. How much is he willing to sacrifice, and can they come together before someone’s hatred threatens to destroy them both?

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     Mica walked into the dark room that contained two bunk beds. Grey’s huddled form made a silhouette against the darkness on one of the lower bunks, and Mica stretched out on the other. Grey’s shifting sent the sounds of a creaky mattress across the small space.

“Are you gay?” Grey’s words shattered the silence with their quiet intensity.

Mica felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. No one had ever out-and-out asked him if he was gay. He was fairly certain it was because he didn’t look like the stereotypical gay man. He also didn’t act like what his coworkers had always described as a gay man. He wasn’t effeminate. They were never cruel, but there was a level of mocking when they spoke about the topic. The reaction to the answer to this one question could screw his whole world up, but he didn’t feel like he could lie to Grey.

“Yes,” he responded in a low voice. He held his breath and waited for some kind of verbal or physical explosive response. There was nothing, just the soft sound of Grey’s breath.

“Was I any good?” Grey asked.

Mica sat up and stared into the darkness, his mouth hanging open. “What?” he asked in a loud whisper.

“In your fantasy, I must have been pretty good, right?” There was humor in the other man’s voice. Humor, but not ridicule.

“Yeah, you were pretty good,” Mica conceded. He lay back on his bed and laughed softly. “You were really good.”

“Is that what you are? Dominant?”

“What do you mean?”

“I…” Grey hesitated. “Are you a top?”

Mica snickered and smiled broadly at Grey for having the courage to ask that kind of question. “Yes and no.”

Grey chuckled. “How does that work?”

“I wouldn’t mind bottoming for the right guy,” Mica confessed. He had never said that to anyone. He had actually never bottomed, but if given a chance with Grey…he’d be tempted.

“Oh…” Grey murmured.

Mica glared hard into the darkness. He wished he could look into Grey’s eyes, see what was in Grey’s mind. It was damn difficult to judge what a man was thinking simply by the tone of his voice. Grey didn’t seem to have much of a problem with Mica’s being gay. If anything, he sounded intrigued.

“I take it you’re straight?” Mica asked.

The weight of the silence was heavy. Had Grey gone to sleep that quickly? Mica wanted to get up and turn on the light, but he didn’t think Grey would appreciate it. It would feel too much like a spotlight during an interrogation.

“Yes,” Grey admitted. Although the brief moment of hesitation was curious.

“Thank you, then, for not freaking out about earlier,” Mica said into the void. His face heated at the words. He wanted to add to that, but he didn’t know what to say. Apologizing for using someone to get off was a new thing to him. In his early days of coming out he’d had his one-night stands with no apology. Somehow this entire situation held a higher level of intimacy. Maybe it was the sharing of secret thoughts in the dark.

Grey shuffled. “Mica?”

“Yeah?”

“What was I doing?”

Mica’s eyes widened. He couldn’t have heard that right, or he’d processed it incorrectly. “Huh?”

“I mean, what was your… What was the whole fantasy?”

Mica had to sit up to hear the whispered words. “In the shower?”

“Yeah.” Grey sighed. “I mean, I know I was…I mean…in the end…sucking…”

Mica could practically feel the heat of the other man blushing across the room.

“Are you seriously asking for the setting of my jack-off session?” Mica chuckled.

“Well, when you say it like that…” Grey’s voice filled with discomfort. “I guess it was an odd question. Never mind.”

Grey sounded mortified. Mica didn’t know what drove Grey to ask the question, but Mica wanted to share the fantasy with him. After all, Grey had asked. No one could fault him for handing over information that had been requested.

Mica lay back and closed his eyes. “You came into the locker room as I was taking off my T-shirt. You wanted to know if I needed any help cleaning up, or if I had any pain from the fire.”

He paused to see if Grey would stop him. If Grey had changed his mind about wanting to know Mica’s hot fantasy. A fantasy where Grey was the star. He heard nothing but Grey’s breathing. “Are you with me?”

“Yes.”

If Mica hadn’t been listening so closely, he wouldn’t have heard the response.

“Okay, so I told you my shoulder was really hurting from when I pushed against the door frame to make it outside. You came up behind me and ran your fingers over my shoulders, massaging. I could detect the faintest touch on my neck, where it felt like you’d kissed me. My cock twitched, and I barely managed to keep from groaning. You felt my body tense, so you pulled away and turned me around. You asked if I was okay, if I needed any other help.” His voice became hoarse with arousal.

“That’s when you looked down and saw my cock, rock hard against my briefs. You reached down to lightly stroke it through the fabric and asked if I required help taking care of any other special needs.”

Grey chuckled softly and said, “Sounds like a line from a porn video.”

“Well, it is a fantasy. Give me a break.” Mica laughed. “Anyway, of course I was shocked by your offer, but so fucking hard because your hand was stroking my dick that I nodded. You pushed my briefs down and wrapped your fingers around my cock. Your hand felt amazing. It was so warm and rough. I rocked my hips into it.” His cock leaked. The arousal was ten times what it had been in the shower. Describing the fantasy for Grey was hotter than he could have imagined.

“And?” Grey asked, his voice ragged.

Mica propped himself up on his elbow. Was it his imagination, or did Grey sound turned on?

“Then you swiped your finger over the head of my dick, getting a drop of precum. You brought it to your lips and sucked it off. You told me it tasted sweet and salty and that you wanted more.”

Grey’s breath came faster from across the room. Holy shit. Just the thought of Grey getting hot from the fantasy was enough to make Mica’s cock throb.

“Then what?” Grey whispered.

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Sizzling Saturday at Firehouse Six.

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Mica glared hard into the darkness. He wished he could look into Grey’s eyes, see what was in Grey’s mind. It was damn difficult to judge what a man was thinking simply by the tone of his voice. Grey didn’t seem to have much of a problem with Mica’s being gay. If anything, he sounded intrigued.

“I take it you’re straight?” Mica asked. The weight of the silence was heavy. Had Grey gone to sleep that quickly? Mica wanted to get up and turn on the light, but he didn’t think Grey would appreciate it. It would feel too much like a spotlight during an interrogation.

“Yes,” Grey admitted. Although the brief moment of hesitation was curious.

“Thank you, then, for not freaking out about earlier,” Mica said into the void. His face heated at the words. He wanted to add to that, but he didn’t know what to say. Apologizing for using someone to get off was a new thing to him. In his early days of coming out he’d had his one-night stands with no apology. Somehow this entire situation held a higher level of intimacy. Maybe it was the sharing of secret thoughts in the dark.

Grey shuffled. “Mica?”

“Yeah?”

“What was I doing?”

~ Above is an excerpt from Grey’s Hidden Fire.  A little flashback to go with the new cover.  :)  

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Hop for Visibility Awareness and Equality

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Welcome to my blog and thank you for your support in hopping Visibility Awareness and Equality! It is so important that we show our love and support to every amazing individual in the phenomenal rainbow that is our community.🙂 So this May 17th (and every day after), take the time to celebrate our differences!

Love is Love. Those three words are simple, but so powerful. There is a liberty found within those words. There are no boundaries to the emotions that we experience. Rather, there are no expectations of how we should feel and how we shouldn’t. That freedom is one of the elements I most enjoy as a writer of m/m erotic novels. I craft stories that bring to life love and lust without constraints.

I’ve had the great joy of opening the eyes of some of my friends over the past years. Out of support they have read my books and found themselves intrigued and enthralled by the tales. Soon, they were buying more and more books in the m/m genre and finding it led to much sleep deprivation. I was happy to be the catalyst to their education when it came to illustrating the beauty of love no matter the gender combination.

Yet, I know there is still a great many minds to be pried open and so I will continue to write. It helps that I have a blast penning each book. At the end of the day humans are a confusing bunch and I thought I’d end this short blog with a little  fun quote from my book Between the Lies, Club Syn book 1:

        “Love stories are timeless.” He tried the answer and found it did indeed hold a vein of truth.

          “They are timeless, but what you wrote wasn’t a love story,” Graham stated. “There was no passion in your words. Do you have the paper with you?”

          Spencer nodded and suppressed a twinge of pain brought on by Graham’s continued negativity. After digging through the bag he had next to his feet, he pulled out the paper from his binder and passed the evil document to Graham.

          Graham snagged it and flipped through the sheets. “Ah, here. You simply describe him seeing the other man. ‘He saw him looking at him.’” Graham sighed. “This is a huge area where you could add a spike of need in the reader. He doesn’t just look at him. He feels the gaze like a physical caress on his skin, bringing to life sensations he has never known before.”

The way Spencer had felt the first time Ebony had looked at him, like he wanted to eat him up. Oh, yes, he understood exactly what a young Juliet—or in his story, Roman—would be experiencing even if he hadn’t written it that way.

         “Can you see it?” Graham asked. “Need. Desire. Those raw sensations should grab you. Writing is about more than punctuation and grammar. It’s about having a voice that speaks to the reader. In this scene, your voice needs to seduce.

          “In a tale of woe, the readers should fall in love with the characters and feel the pain of loss as if it were their own. The reader should not be happy when the characters finally off themselves, which was an emotion I experienced on reaching the conclusion of your paper.” Graham raised a brow.

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Weekend Writing Warriors

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Iowa pushed up on his elbows, his sweat-slick hair sticking to his forehead and temples. He looked too damn sexy for words. Graham’s hands tingled to touch him all over again. This wasn’t good. He needed perspective. He needed to go.

“Running?” Iowa asked.

Graham threw his legs over the side of the bed. “More like speed walking. I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

“Let it happen?” Iowa snickered. “Oh, yeah. You control all the forces of nature, Doctor. I could have said no.”

The soft caress of fingertips along his spine caused a shiver. Graham peered over his shoulder. Teasing blue eyes met his, so unlike the ones filled with painful vulnerability from before their sweaty therapy session. The man could be so fucking sweet, intelligent, curious, and funny. “Who are you, Iowa?”

“A state with a lot of corn.”

Graham stood, picked up a pillow, and threw it at Iowa, smacking him right in his smug face. “Cute.”

“You’re the one who insists on calling me that.” Iowa moved off the bed and to his feet, doing a full-body stretch.

~ Above excerpt is from Between the Lies, book one in the Club Syn series. Available NOW!

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Sensual Saturday Snippet

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“I can feel how much you want me.” Spencer took a step he thought he never would. It was time for him to be the aggressor. He spun them and pressed Graham to the wall next to the window, clasping Graham’s wrists. Graham’s head jerked up, his brown eyes wide. “Just be lost with me,” Spencer rasped, capturing Graham’s lips in a kiss full of suppressed longing and fierce lust.

Graham moaned into the kiss, his muscles flexing in Spencer’s grasp.

~ Above excerpt is from Between the Lies, book one in the Club Syn series. Available NOW!

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