Monday, January 26, 2015

Author Draven St James with Wolf's Sacrifice #excerpt #gay #shifters #romance #newrelease @DravenStJames

I'm super excited to have the lovely Draven St. James here at the blog today. She's sharing a yummy excerpt from her new shifter release, Wolf's Sacrifice. Enjoy!


Sean Maddox has one basic goal: to protect the Northwest Pack. That priority helps him stay grounded—until the day the pack rescues Liam. Suddenly Sean is finding any excuse to be around the sweet, blind shifter. But trying to focus his thoughts on keeping Liam safe and not exploring the whole laundry list of carnal fantasies he's been having is anything but grounding. It doesn't help that Sean's wolf makes it damn clear it believes Liam belongs to him.

From the first deep breath of Sean Maddox's intoxicating scent, all Liam wants to do is strip naked for the sexy beta and let the wolf claim him. Hiding away his desires seems like the best plan, given after a lifetime in captivity Liam is just learning what it means to be free. What does he know about being a mate? More to the point, would Sean even want him if he knew the truth? 

As Sean and Liam struggle with their growing craving for each other an old enemy steps out of the shadows. With secrets lurking and fate twisting two worlds together a sacrifice must be made, but can the two mates live with the consequences?


            While he was certain Liam didn't intend for it to be a sensual strip tease, Sean's mind drifted in that direction anyway. Birds sang and the wind bellowed, while Liam's hands danced over the contours of his body.
            "I can feel you staring at me," Liam accused, although amusement colored his words. The levity kept him from turning away and giving Liam privacy.
            "I'm just standing here," he replied in a low rough voice. Standing there envisioning someplace much more private so he could do wicked things he shouldn't be considering.
            "Uh huh." Liam shrugged his shirt from his shoulders and Sean bit his lip to keep his groan at bay. Screw the water, he wanted to press the man to the ground and lick him from head to toe.
            Facing him directly as though Liam could actually see him, Liam toed of his shoes and shimmied out of his pants. He did manage to keep on a snug pair of black boxer briefs Sean had taken him shopping to get.
            Deep breathes. Deep breathes.
            "No more than this," Liam said with a stubborn twist to his lips. The words effectively jerked him into the present. "I may not be able to see you looking at me, but I can feel it."
            "Oh?" His curiosity peaked at that admission, but he left the statement alone, for now. Deep within he wanted to know everyone about Liam, but didn't want to push so hard the man locked him out. The last thing he needed was for Liam to know how much he wanted him to remove that last scrap of clothing.
            "Well?" Liam held his hand out. "I need some direction here."
            Sean grinned and closed the distanced between them. He laced their fingers together and directed Liam toward the edge of the water. "The rocks are a bit slippery, so be careful."
            He waded into the chilly water and towed Liam in after him, not surprised when the man gasped, "Shit, that's cold. Are you sure we should be doing this?"
            "I swim here every morning. Your body will adjust."
            "Or you're crazy," Liam muttered under his breath. "It'll adjust when hypothermia sets in."
            He chuckled and carefully turned away from the lake so he could direct Liam out into the water. "Come on. Today I won't throw you into the deep. It will be about getting you comfortable with the water."
            "Define comfortable? You'll leave me in here until I'm too numb to climb out?"
            "No, smartass," Sean responded with a snort. "It's about you feeling the stones under your feet and the slight current along your body."
            Liam's face crinkled into a looked of disgust. "It feels gross down there."
            "There is moss covering the floor of the lake. I promise it isn't anything that is going to come out and grab you." Sean brushed his thumb over Liam's hand in reassuring gesture. "I'll protect you."
            "Somehow that sounded condescending."
            "I know this lake like the back of my hand. I've been swimming here since I was a boy. I probably can map out about every rock."
            The chill from the water was a relief from the heat the sight of Liam's nearly naked form inspired. The man's pale body reflected off the surface of the water, his narrow waist, and slim toned torso. The fall of his hair danced around his shoulders from the soft breeze that blew across the lake. His brow furrowed in concentration.
            Sean had never taken anyone to the lake with him. He considered it a private place, one he now shared with the puzzling man before him. A man who he wanted to unraveled to reveal all his secrets and protect him from any harm that may still be lurking in the shadows. Now if Liam weren't so damn stubborn.
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Draven St. James is a born and raised Oregonian. She has traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill her books.  Her ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories.  Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where she finds her peace.

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Saturday, January 17, 2015

Copping an Attitude for @MySexySaturday #gay #romance #meninuniform #mm #MySexySaturday #BlogHop #cops #excerpt

Hi Everyone - as I maneuver my way around being a full time writer, I think I can start to be more consistent here. This week's snippet is from my newest release, Copping an Attitude (Sin City Uniforms 2) The theme is 'I'm So Sexy'. As far as young Lonnie (a sex worker who's just escaped his abusive pimp) is concerned, officer Parker is the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

Slade took a couple of small swallows. He could track the stream of cold water as it trailed down his throat then landed in his stomach where it seemed to dissipate. Parker eased back into the chair after he’d set the cup down on the stand next to Slade’s bed.

“Your hand.” Slade had managed to croak it out.

Parker looked down at the body part in question. “My hand?”

“You didn’t… Didn’t need to pull it away.”

He was still too loopy to know whether he’d blushed or if he cared that he’d been so brazen. As it was, he wasn’t even entirely sure that any of it was really happening. Parker leaned closer then gathered Slade’s hand with both of his, wrapping it safely up. Maybe it was the pain-killers again, but a surge of emotion rose and he couldn’t stop warm tears from spilling down his cheeks.

“Oh, shh. Please, honey, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

Slade remembered more of what Parker had whispered to him after he’d been attacked.

“You said that before.”

Parker smiled at him. God, he was one fucking good-looking guy. And a genuinely decent one. Did such a thing even exist? He had to be gay, right? Slade didn’t think most straight dudes would be comfortable holding another guy’s hand, even if they were only being nice.

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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

How About a Progressive New Year's Dinner at the M/M Buffet? #Giveaway #BlogHop #recipes #MM #gay #romance

Hi everyone! Hope you're all planning a fabulous evening. To help your New Year's celebration along, a group of us headed by author Z.A. Maxfield are doing a bit of a progressive dinner. At each stop, you'll get a recipe for a different portion of the meal - see the menu below.

You can "choose your own dinner adventure" from appetizers, soup, salad, main dish and dessert, but those of you who visit and comment at each and every blog will be entered into a drawing for one of three (3) $35.00 gift cards to the venue of your choice: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or All Romance Ebooks.

Plus, some individual authors might include a private drawing for those people who stop by. As a matter of fact - I think I'll throw in a single title ebook from my backlist as long as you were kind enough to visit. Just leave a comment (with contact info) about your New Year's plans and I'll pick a winner through can enter up until Jan. 6th for all prizes. So read, drink and be merry! Happy New Year from all of us, at the M/M Writers' Buffet!

Here's a super easy (but yummy) crab dip:
6 - 8 oz. fresh crab meat
2/3 C sour cream
2 tsp. horseradish 
1/2 tsp. pepper
2 T Italian salad dressing
Mix ingredients and refrigerate at least 2 - 4 hours before serving to reach full flavor. Place dip in a small bowl on a platter and surround with toast points or a dense bread (such as pumpernickel or dark rye). Serves four to six guests.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Authors Alisa Anderson & Cameron Skye New Release Fallen Angel 2 @bitchesbewritin #MF #sexy #romance #adultexcerpt

Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance – Part 2

 (Roman Crime Family)

Alisa Anderson & Cameron Skye

"Fallen Angel is a dark, tasty appetizer with echoes of "The Sopranos." It's like picking up a Lindt truffle on your way out of the store. There's just enough to wake up your taste buds, or in this case, other parts due south." - Margo's Red Light District
"Gritty, sexy and with a strong but vulnerable female lead. Fallen Angel is a surprisingly good read." - Ingrid Hall
"Is Jess going to get sucked into a world with Nick that will destroy her or will she bring Nick to the other side and they find happy ever after? I will be grabbing the next book soon. I need to know more about this story and what the future holds." - TBird, Crystals Many Reviews
"Fallen Angel is a quick and sexy read. I hope to get the chance to read the next installment. I want to know more about Nick and the dangerous games he's playing. - Angela, Crystals Many Reviews."


She never expected her life to unfold this way.

Running from a lifetime of pain and torment, Jess’s dream of making it big was becoming less and less of a reality. Falling victim to all the tempting vices always present in the world she lived in now, she was sinking further in the abyss…

Falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole. In love with a man as dangerous and complicated as they come. Nick Roman.

Very married.

Very out of her league.

Impossible for her to stay away from…

Nick knew he needed to let her go. His life was messed up enough as it was without her being in it. But she was necessary to him. He refused to give her up...

An addiction neither of them could kick, no matter what the cost…

Enemies and bitter hostilities continue to build around them, as lovers and spouses hang on with a vice grip, refusing to let go. Their love was all-consuming, risky, life threatening…

Would it destroy everything and everyone around them as well?

***Fallen Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 4 to 6 weeks, at approximately 8000 to 11000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter.***



“I can’t do this.”
“You can’t do what, kid?”
“Sleep with two people. Be your whore.”
“You’re not my whore. Stop saying that shit.”
“Married men don’t leave their wives. I have a man that loves me. You have a wife that loves you.”
“I have a hateful, spiteful, bitch of a wife who I haven’t touched in years. You my darling, have a man who treats you like shit and fucks real whores on the regular. Remember him?”
Jess slapped him. Hard. She went to slap him again, and he grabbed her hand. The last woman who slapped him and lived was his mother.
She truly had no fear of him.
She was nuts. He had to get her under control.
“Stop it. We both know it’s not me you’re mad at. So don’t talk about them like they’re saints. We both know they aren’t.”
She fought against him, using her fists to hit his chest. “It’s still wrong. Dammit, let me go.”
“No. Not until you calm down.”
“Jesus, Nick. You can’t fuck up my life like this.”
“The way I see it, kid, there’s two people doing the fucking. Let’s not play victim here.”
“Meaning?” Jess glared at him accusingly.
“Meaning this.” He moved forward, pressing his lips to hers hungrily. Leisurely, but deliberately sliding his thumbs up her inner thighs. She unzipped his pants, eager and desperate to get to his cock.
When it released from the confines of his pants, she grabbed his hips pulling him closer. Wild with need, guiding his rigid hardness into her folds, she was dripping, wet and ready, as she always was for him.
She wrapped her legs around him, pushing him deeper into her pussy with her legs. This was where he belonged. Inside her. Forever and ever.
Jess tried to stay quiet, but her moans and cries of pleasure grew louder, more intense the harder he thrust. She buried her face into his shoulder to muffle the sounds. He pulled out, so only the very tip of his cock was still inside, before slamming forcefully forward against her.
He didn’t give a fuck if they got caught. All that mattered at the moment was the feeling of her tight pussy against his dick. He thrust, sliding against her harder and harder, until he was sure he bruised her.
Jess kissed his lips as he felt her tighten around him, vaginal walls slick with moisture as she reached her climax, her screams and shouts of pleasure swallowed into his mouth.
Nick followed after her, thrusting with a hoarse shout against her lips, releasing, hot, velvety semen inside of her. Not caring about anything else at that point but her sweet pussy, taking everything he had to give.
He could die coming inside of her, he knew.
Probably would, given his luck.
Nick returned to earth, and somewhere in the background, heard a knock at the door. At first, he thought it was a figment of his imagination.
Then he heard Connie’s voice. “Nickolas? Are you in there?”
For the next several minutes they stood, motionless with their bodies locked together. Neither one of them wanting to come back to reality and deal with any of this.
Another knock this time louder.
Jess’s heart started racing. She had to get out of there but how?
Climb out the fucking window?
Wait. Nick didn’t have windows.
She anxiously pushed him out of her, sliding off the desk, yanking her dress down. She was absolutely horrified. Torn between sinking through the floor, and kicking Nick’s ass.
“Why do I let you get me into this shit?”
Nick glared at her again. “Jess. Not now, ok? Just…don’t.”
He pulled up his pants, walking over to the wall separating his office from the club. He moved the painting, hitting a switch. A door opened that led her into Mike’s DJ booth.
“Get out this way. I’ll deal with this.”
She looked at him in shock. What the hell? An escape door?
The man was full of surprises.
“Kid, will you go the fuck on? I’ll take care of Connie.”
“Fine. I’m going. But mark my words. This shit? Will not be happening again.”
She started through the door and found Mike, leaning down to help her through. She wondered if this is how Alice felt going down the rabbit hole.
She turned, looking at him one more time.
“What, Nick.”
“I love you.”
She paused, noticing the doorknob turning and opening, but still not moving.
“What did you say?”
“I said I love you.” He grinned at her. “Now get the fuck out.”
Mike yanked her though, closing the door so she wasn’t seen.

Authors Bios: 

Alisa Anderson
well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.
​she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?
​but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)
Cameron Skye
When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen's terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.
She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.


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Saturday, December 20, 2014

A Sexy Ride for #MySexySaturday @MySexySaturday #gay #erotic #romance #bikers #sexy #mm

The theme for this week's My Sexy Saturday is Sexy Sleigh Rides in honor of the holidays, Of course, not many characters ride on sleighs - but they can ride in so many other vehicles. I'm sharing a moment from Biking Bad from the Hard Riders Anthology. In my 7 paragraphs , biker Zero is taking the trouble making Dylan back home after he caused a ruckus at the biker bar. Dylan's never ridden before - and he's never had his body wrapped around a sexy muscle man like Zero before.

From Biking Bad:

He clutched Zero tighter and felt a rumble in Zero’s body. He wasn’t sure, but he thought it might be Zero chuckling. It didn’t make it any less embarrassing that Dylan was also hard. Telling himself it was the excitement of his first bike ride was pointless—he knew exactly why he had such a hard-on.

Zero had him all twisted up inside. The man was like a mountain, all muscle. In addition, he had intense dark eyes set in a face that boasted strong, masculine features. He was also covered in ink that went all the way up his neck and down his arms and hands. Dylan was dying of curiosity as to what the rest of him looked like. The snug T-shirt and leather vest accentuated his powerful biceps, his broad chest obviously well-developed even with the leather vest shielding it somewhat. Before he could stop himself, he loosened one of his hands enough to trail his fingers over the rock hard abs. He felt that rumbling from within Zero again and instantly stilled.

Zero smelled heavenly. He wasn’t sure how the pungent odor of leather, sweat and man could be described as heavenly, but that’s how it was to him. The idea of the brawny biker holding him down, pressing what he was sure would be a fat cock into his ass, had his own dick throbbing uncomfortably. When he added the powerful vibrations of the Harley beneath him, it all threatened to make him come right in his pants. He whimpered. Thankfully, the bike was so loud there wasn’t the slightest chance he’d been heard. 

They were almost to his place and he had a sudden stab of fear. What was he thinking? Was he not only stupid, but crazy? He was taking a beefy MC member, a complete stranger who could snap him in half if he chose to, back to his place. Somehow, his instant attraction to Zero had addled his brain. Did he really want to give up his virginity to some outlaw guy?

Shivering more, he thought he probably did. Danger had always drawn him in. He’d been called ‘scrawny’ and ‘faggot’ and ‘pussy’ when he’d been growing up, which hadn’t been half as bad as the beatings from the other kids. So he’d learned not to show his fear. He’d gotten himself into trouble a lot by stealing things, egging houses or anything else that had given him the thrill of evading detection. After almost ending up in juvie, he’d figured out that he was headed down a dead-end path. The idea of being a cop had been born out of that. He could still have the danger but without the jail time.

Yet, here he was, with someone who was most certainly a criminal. Everyone around town knew that the Sidewinders were one-percenters—that they were more of a gang than a club. As the thoughts about Zero swirled around in his mind, they did nothing to temper his throbbing erection.
Zero roared into the lot where Dylan’s office-slash-apartment was located above a thrift store. It was a pretty run-down area, but he’d gotten a great deal on it. The landlord had had a hell of a time renting it out, since it hadn’t seen the end of a paint brush in years and looked to be in danger of getting blown over by one of the strong desert winds. The greatest thing about it under the current circumstances was the fact that the cacophony of Zero’s bike wouldn’t disturb anyone. Dylan was quite alone where he was.

Zero switched off the engine, but the thrum of it still flowed under Dylan’s skin in between his thighs, in his ass, his nut sac. The large seat had spread his legs wider than he was accustomed to, so he struggled to climb off, his muscles wobbly from the strain. Once he’d landed on both feet again, he swayed and Zero clutched his arm to steady him. That had happened a lot between them so far, but Dylan didn’t think it was a bad thing. He liked it when Zero touched him.
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