Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Dreamspinner Spins me a Dream

Yay! Good news! Dreamspinner contracted A Country Boy at Heart. Release date is November/December. That's the contemporary story for the State of Love open call. The state I chose was Tennessee. I live thirty minutes from state line and used to live/go to college there. The Memphis Pyramid—it's now Bass Pro Shop—figures prominently in story, along with other important landmarks around the city.

*laughs* From the middle of year on, I'm going to be really busy lol. Here's my schedule for this year:

Beneath the Surface — April 4/1/16

Priceless  (Spanish translation)  — Coming Soon

Bound by Fate — May hopefully

It Takes Two to Tango — Sept/Oct

Paws and Claws_ARe_Alpha Unleashed collection — due July/August. Pub: October

A Country Boy at Heart — Nov/Dec

In Enemy Hands — Dec/Jan

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Pride promotions presents Elemental Love by LM Somerton and a giveaway

Author Name: LM Somerton 
Book Name: Elemental Love 
Release Date: March 29, 2016

An untrained warlock is a dangerous man to love. 
On his twenty-first birthday, Evrain Brookes discovers he is an elemental warlock. The spell suppressing his talent lifts and he has to get used to a whole new existence. The protection that kept him safe during his childhood is gone, his skills are wild and uncontrolled and there are those that seek to use him for their own gain. 
Evrain’s grandmother is a witch, his godfather another warlock. Between them they do their best to keep Evrain on the right path. He learns that in order to gain control of his formidable powers, he will need to ‘channel’ through a life partner, a process that happens only with consent and through love. But how will he ever find a man prepared to put up with a Dominant warlock for a boyfriend?
 Dominic Castine has no idea that Evrain’s grandmother sees him as a prospective partner for Evrain. He tends her garden and she teaches him about herbs—a trade-off they both enjoy. He is drawn to Evrain’s charismatic presence but doesn’t understand why he wants to drop to his knees and submit to him. 
When Agatha is murdered, Evrain and Dominic are thrown together as she manipulates them from beyond the grave. Dominic becomes the pawn in a terrifying game between warlocks whose powers he barely comprehends. 
In the end, lives will depend on his courage, his willingness to grant Evrain control and the power of love.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of kidnap and a reference to attempted sexual assault.
Pages or Words:59,472 words 
Categories: BDSM, Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Twenty-one years ago…
 “Closed doors, I hate closed doors. Why don’t I have the power to see through them? That, at least, would be a useful ability.” Three-hundred-year-old floorboards creaked as Gregory Thanet paced the galleried landing of Wenlock House. He walked up and down past three doors, each fashioned from heavy oak and furnished with black iron hinges and handles. Two stood ajar, revealing hints of unoccupied bedrooms, but the third was firmly closed, a solid barrier to unwanted intrusion and the cause of Gregory’s current frustration. 
“For goodness’ sake, Gregory, you’re wearing out the carpet. Be still.” Gregory’s companion leaned against the gallery rail and gave him an exasperated look.
Gregory paused his march briefly, shot a glare at the woman but then resumed his pacing with a grunt. “Leave me be, woman, I’ll be still when we know that everything is as it should be.”
“Nature moves at her own pace, you know that. There’s no changing it—nor should we. What will be will be.”
“Stop trying to sound like some wise and ancient soothsayer, Agatha. You’re not helping and it doesn’t suit you. The kid is a week late already—you’d think he would be keen to greet the world by now. When he’s grown I’ll remember that he kept me up half the night. I’m sure I’ll get plenty of opportunities for revenge when he’s older.” Gregory stopped and folded his arms across his chest.
“I might not be able to see the future, Gregory Thanet, but even a complete idiot could have predicted that my grandson would arrive today.”
Gregory examined his companion. Agatha looked tired. Her skin was quite smooth, marred only by a few laughter lines around her hazel eyes, eyes that still sparkled with warmth and intelligence. Her silver hair was swept smoothly back and fastened with a comb, intricately fashioned from beaten copper. She remained an attractive woman, who must have possessed great beauty in her youth, but she looked paler than usual and she rested her weight against the banister rather than standing in her usual ramrod-straight stance.
Gregory experienced a rare pang of guilt that he might be adding to his friend’s worries. “All Hallows’ Eve. There’s a lot of power in the air right now.”
Agatha cocked her head to one side and closed her eyes as if listening to sounds that only she could hear. “My grandson will be with us soon and there is little that you or I can do to change the course of his destiny.” For a moment, a worried frown creased her forehead. “It is not certain that he will inherit the gift.”
Gregory sighed. “In this, you deceive yourself, Agatha. The calling has skipped a generation. History dictates that the next born will be unusually powerful and that power will be magnified even further in a male child.”
“There has been no warlock in my family line for over five hundred years, only witches. Why are you so convinced that it will change now? We know of only three others living, Gregory. You, Symeon Malus and Constantine De Vries. It would be a chance in a billion.”
Gregory scratched the tip of his long nose. “I should have bought a lottery ticket then. All the portents point to it, the date alone… It is time. Time the triangle became a square.”
“I’m not sure Symeon Malus will ever be part of that square,” Agatha said. “I don’t see him as the cornerstone of anything with value or integrity.”
“True, and if the child is born with the power, you and I will need to ensure that Symeon’s gaze remains elsewhere.” Gregory shivered. “I swear to the goddess, this country is the dampest place on earth. It’s all right for you, Agatha, you live in the second dampest place on the planet. You’re used to groping through fog. I want to get back to Florida. I need to—before I develop trench foot.”
“Pah. What you really want is to get back to Coryn. You’re a ship without an anchor when the two of you are apart. He could have come to see the child too, you know.” Agatha grabbed a stray hair and pushed it back into a restraining grip.
“Coryn hates airplanes, you know that. I would never ask him to fly across the pond unless it was a life or death situation.”
“If it were, you wouldn’t have to ask him.”
“He reckons that if men were designed to fly through the air, then human cannonball would be a much more popular career choice.”
Agatha snorted. “I think his phobia is a myth. He just uses it as an excuse to get a few days’ break from your—” She whistled and twiddled her fingers in the air.
Gregory rolled his eyes. “Twiddling your fingers that way will get you turned into an aardvark. It takes practice to bend your digits into shapes imbued with power. After thirty-two years together, Coryn is more than capable of dealing with my—” He whistled. “As you so delicately put it.”
Agatha snorted. “Men with magic! Whoever the hell thought that would be a good idea was seriously damaged.” She shook her head slowly.
Gregory grinned and waggled a silver eyebrow.
The mewling cry of a newborn sounded from behind the closed bedroom door, and Agatha allowed her lips to curve into a smile.
“Well, it seems the waiting is over. I have a grandchild—and, from the sound of that bellowing, he’s a fine, healthy boy.”
“About damned time.” Gregory grouched. He still smiled right along with Agatha.
Agatha crossed the landing and knocked softly on the door, which soon swung open to admit her. Gregory followed her inside, pushing down his excitement.
The bedroom was bathed in the cool light of a new dawn. The soft green of the walls seemed to shimmer and the wooden floor was burnished with gold. Gregory looked around in wonder, then dragged his gaze back to the bed.
“Lyssa, James—congratulations, my dears!” Agatha clapped her hands together in delight as she walked over to the bed.
Gregory hung back a little, giving her the privilege of first viewing.
Agatha’s daughter, Lyssa, sat up in bed propped against a mound of pillows. She was pale, her eyes shadowed in the purple of exhaustion, but still she glowed with radiant happiness. A small bundle wrapped in a pale blue blanket rested in her arms. Her husband, James, sat nervously on the edge of the mattress, looking utterly shell-shocked but delighted as the midwife fussed around them.
Lyssa held the baby out to her mother with a smile. “His name is Evrain. Evrain James Brookes. Hold him, Mum, isn’t he beautiful?”
Gregory held his breath as Agatha reached for the small bundle and cradled the child in her arms. She pushed the blanket back from the baby’s head, and a mop of thick black hair was revealed, sticking out in all directions.
“He is absolutely gorgeous, darling. Didn’t you both do well!” Agatha stroked the child’s hair.
Gregory moved in closer. Tiny fists punched at the air, so Gregory offered the boy his own hand. Immediately, the baby grabbed hold, wrapping his fingers around Gregory’s offering with surprising strength. Gregory grinned at Agatha in delight, then looked back to the baby. His eyes were the dark blue of every newborn but, as Gregory focused his senses on the child, he could see that they would become dark green. Just a shade deeper than his own.
Cooing softly, Agatha muttered a lilting incantation and rocked the baby gently. To Lyssa and James, the song probably sounded like a lullaby, but Gregory knew a spell when he heard one. Tiny eyelids closed and the baby slept. Gregory’s finger was released. After a few more minutes of cuddling, Agatha reluctantly returned the baby to his parents.
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L M lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

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Publisher: Pride Publishing
Cover Artist:Emmy Ellis

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Monday, March 28, 2016

Crystal's Many Reviewers Birthday Flash - The men from Trouble return!

Happy birthday to Crystal’s Many Reviewers from the men from Trouble Comes in Threes.

 A Purrfect Birthday

“You want to what?” Kirk scowled at Remi.

“What? You got anything better to do?”

“Well, no.” Kirk looked at Dolf. “You sure you can’t go?”

Dolf leaned against the counter sipping his coffee. He’d seen the slight desperation in his mate’s eyes. “I have to going to the office for a little while, but you go ahead.”

Kirk huffed. “Tal? What about you?”

“Can’t. One of the houses my crew’s working on may have lead paint, so I really need to go to the site. You go on, though.”

“Look, go with Remi and have fun.” Dolf ruffled Kirk’s hair. “We can get together later this evening and maybe go to Arches to eat, or something. How does that sound?”

“Well, I guess. I was just kind of hoping we could spend the day together.” Kirk pulled his wallet out and checked to see how much cash he had on hand. “I’m going to need to run by the ATM to get some cash out before we go, Remi. What’s the name of this place again?”

“It’s called The Eagles Nest. They have batting cages, a mini golf course, and a couple of go-kart tracks.” Remi clasped Kirk on the shoulder. “Come on, you can stand to be away from your mates for a little while.”

“Speaking of mates, where’s yours?”

“It was his Sunday to work. Now, let’s go.” Remi bounced on the balls of his feet. “I can’t wait to get behind the wheel. And no crying when I beat your ass either.”

Kirk snorted. “This from the person who’s scared to go more than five miles over the speed limit.” Kirk grabbed a light jacket and waved at Dolf and Tal. “I’ll call you guys later. Don’t work too hard.”

“Have fun!” Tal waved back. “And kick his ass for us!”

“Ha!” Remi threw over his shoulder as he pushed Kirk in front of him. “Not happening. Later!”

Tal shifted from foot to foot, biting his lip. Dolf stood at the counter, still sipping his coffee. Tal started to speak, but Dolf shook his head. Tal bounced in place again, and Dolf hiked an eyebrow. Finally he heard Kirk’s truck start, backup, and leave.

“Okay, they’re gone.”

“Oh thank the goddess.” Tal raced around the counter. “I thought for a moment there Remi wasn’t going to be able to get Kirk to go.”

“Remi can be damn persuasive when he wants to be.” Dolf rubbed his hands together. “Now, we got a couple hours to get the place ready before Kirk insists he’s ready to come home. You call Heller and tell him to bring all the stuff we stashed at his house while I call Sam and tell him to bring on over the food I ordered.”

Tal pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “I can’t believe our mate actually thought we weren’t going to do anything for his birthday.”

Dolf also retrieved his cell phone. “He can’t help it, sweetheart. There were too many years he had to do without. That’s a hard mindset to get out of.”

“I know. I wish we’d met him sooner. He was alone for so long. We could’ve—” Tal blinked fiercely. “Okay, yeah, not going there.”

Dolf engulfed Tal in an embrace. His kind, sweet-hearted mate often became emotional when he thought about the hard times Kirk endured before they arrived in his life. Dolf brushed a kiss against Tal’s bright blond hair. “Shhh. He’s ours now and will never want for anything again.”

“Okay, okay.” Tal sniffed then pressed a kiss to Dolf’s cheek. “Gonna call Heller now.”

“Good.” Dolf released Tal who wandered out of the kitchen as he dialed Heller’s number.

Dolf called Sam. They’d been planning the surprise birthday party for Kirk’s forty-second birthday for quite a while now. The numerous gifts they’d bought Kirk had been stashed at Heller’s house. No way he’d take the chance of hiding them here—Kirk would probably find them.

After he called Sam, Dolf went to one of the spare bedrooms and unearthed what few decorations they’d bought. They hadn’t bought much—just a banner that said Happy Birthday and some streamers. The point wasn’t the decorations. As Tal had mentioned, Kirk hadn’t done much in regards to his birthday.

Kirk hadn’t had the friends or the money, no matter how hard he worked. That had changed now since he had them. Dolf grabbed the bag of goodies and returned to the kitchen. Before he started decorating, he called the rest of their friends and told everybody to be at the house no later than three.

* * * * *

“It looks good, don’t you think?” Tal asked, staring at the kitchen.

The multicolor banner that said Happy Birthday hung in front of the windows that overlooked the backyard in the kitchen. On the kitchen table set a large sheet cake decorated in blues, greens, and yellows. Matching plates were set off to the side along with plastic silverware. All the other counters in the kitchen had a variety of snacks upon them.

Dolf glanced around. “Indeed.”

Aidric and Brier were there already and helping themselves to the snacks that had been laid out. Marshell, Janelle, and Sam had brought plenty of beer and several two liter bottles of sodas. Heller and Lawson had just arrived with the presents he and Tal had bought for Kirk.

“Everybody remembered to park in the back, right?” Dolf asked looking out the V-shaped prow window in the front of the house. His phone chimed letting him know he had an incoming text from Remi. A quick check he turned to face everybody standing around in the living area.

“Okay, everybody take their places. They’re about ten minutes out.” There was a scramble behind Dolf as he shut off the lights in the living area.

Everyone hid in the kitchen. Kirk very rarely came in through the front door—most of the time he parked in the driveway and entered their home through the garage which opened into the kitchen. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Kirk’s face. They waited silently until they heard Kirk’s key in the door lock.

“I still say you should’ve been disqualified,” Kirk griped as he unlocked the door.

“You’re just jealous I won that last race.”

“You won because you bumped me. Just in case you’re confused, that’s called cheating.”

“Don’t be a sore loser.”

Kirk opened the door and stepped into the kitchen “I got your sore—”

“Surprise!” everyone yelled.

“H-holy shit!” Kirk dropped his keys, grabbed his chest, and fell against the door as people swarmed him. “Jesus Fucking Christ!”

“Where?” Remi exclaimed looking around quickly.

Tal furiously blew on one of those cheap party horns as he threw confetti at Kirk. Dolf had on one of those silly pointed party hats. Lawson and Heller were both hooting and hollering Happy Birthday. Janelle stood with her arms crossed, laughing. Brier grabbed more confetti from Tal and threw it at Kirk too.

Aidric hurried over and put one of the pointy party hats on Kirk then, since Kirk was still in a state of shock, manage to get a sash on him said Birthday Boy. Sam started singing a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday that soon had everybody joining in. Marshell made his way over and threw his arm around Remi and started belting out the lyrics too.

Still singing, Dolf and Tal wrapped their arms around Kirk, trapping their mate in the middle. As the song came an end both of them laid a big ol’ smooch on Kirk. Heller, of course, had the cell phone ready to go and record the moment for prosperity. The laughing, singing, and shouts of Happy Birthday calmed down and everyone crowded closer to Kirk, smiling.

“Are you okay, there, sexy?” Dolf asked.

“I’m… I’m… Jesus fucking Christ.”

Tal giggled as he laid another kiss on Kirk’s cheek. “I think you said that already.”

Kirk squeezed both Tal and Dolf. “Guys…” Kirk cleared his throat, and then cleared it again. “I don’t know what to say. I didn’t think… I had expected…God. Um, no one has ever thrown me a surprise birthday party. Hell, no one’s ever given me any kind of birthday party. I’m… shit. I’m grateful. I’m actually beyond grateful. I… you guys are my family. I love you. All of you.”

“Awww!” Tal wiggled closer to Kirk. “We love you too.”

Dolf slapped Kirk on the ass. “We sure do. Now, come on. Brier has been eyeing the cake for a while now, so we better cut it. ”

“Wait, wait!” Heller and Lawson had been pouring champagne while Kirk tried to get his thoughts in order, and were now passing a glass out to everybody. “First, a toast to Kirk.”

There were several shouts of agreement.

“To Kirk,” Heller said. “May you always stay the pain in the ass we all love. Some of us more than others, granted.”

Lawson shook his head as he wrapped his arm around Heller’s waist. “Nice, hellcat.”

“Here, here!” Marshell raised a champagne glass. “To Kirk, who isn’t afraid to tell you when you fuck up.”

“To Kirk.” Remi raised his glass too. “May your engine always run smooth.”

Sam snorted. “To Kirk and all the things I’ve heard in his automotive shop… like: I need a good pump.”

Aidric laughed. “I heard this last week: Something is wet down there.”

Brier, grinning, added, “My favorite was: Why am I the only one doing all the work?”

“I particularly liked: You need a head job.” Marshell raised his glass to Kirk.

“And he made sure to pass that on to me, by the way.” Remi nudged Marshell.

“Jesus, you all got too much time on your hands.” Then Kirk laughed outright. “And you’re all a bunch of pervs too.”

“Of course. They all hang out with you. Happy Birthday!” Janelle raised her glass too.

Everybody shouted Happy Birthday, drank the champagne, and made their way over to the cake. “Quick, blow it out before something catches on fire,” Lawson said.

“Jeez, did you guys put all forty-two candles on there?” Kirk moved into position in front of the cake. Dolf and Tal were on either side of him.

“Yup,” Remi replied, camera at the ready. “Look at that blaze.”

Kirk bent over the cake, but glanced back up at Remi. “Wait until your birthday. Going to be interesting with over a hundred candles on it.”

“Blow!” Heller yelled, and then shot a quick look at Lawson. “Shut up, you.”

“Good lord.” Kirk sucked in a big breath to blow out the candles.

“Make a wish too!” Tal yelled next to him.

“I got all I want.” With a wink, Kirk blew out the candles.

* * * *

Hours later the house was quiet. Kirk put the last of the bottles in the recycling bin and wiped down the countertops. The click of nails on hardwood floor caught his attention. Grinning, he turned. A beautiful, snow-white cat strolled in from the living room and came over to him.

The cat stretched up and patted Kirk on the thigh. “Meeow.”

“Well, hello there, cutie.”

Electric blue eyes stared up at Kirk. Tal patted Kirk on the leg one more time then dropped back down to the tile floor that ran throughout the kitchen. Kirk looked toward the door when he heard more clicking coming his way.

Dolf sauntered in, also in his werecat form. His magnificent black fur caught the lights, and those electric blue eyes traveled over Kirk too. Both cats prowled through the kitchen, sniffing at every hidden crevice, as Kirk finished what few things were left to do.

Tal pranced over and batted at a piece of wrapping paper that had been missed in the cleanup. He sniffed it, slowly touched it… then shook his paw frantically when tape stuck to his paw. Kirk leaned against the counter trying not to laugh as Tal sprinted across the floor waving his paw. Dolf jumped on him and bit carefully at the tape.

Tal hissed.

Dolf swatted him.

Kirk laughed.

Tal meowed loudly then ran under the kitchen table, weaving his way through the chair legs. Dolf jumped up on a chair and waited for Tal to run under him. When Tal did, he swatted at his tail. Tal flopped down, and he jumped off the chair, landing on Tal. Tal rolled onto his back with Dolf on top of him, his hind legs kicking furiously.

“Unfair advantage!” Kirk called and lifted Dolf off of Tal.

Dolf yowled.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear you.” Kirk sat him down on the tile.

Tal sprinted toward the den.

“Rawr!” Dolf bellowed at Kirk.

“He’s getting away,” Kirk reminded Dolf.

He turned around, stuck his tail up in the air toward Kirk, and then he too shot out of the kitchen into the living area, hot on Tal’s trail. Kirk followed at a more leisurely pace. Tal yowled playfully over his shoulder at Dolf.

Tal ran full speed ahead then launched himself at the couch. Dolf cut across the top of the coffee table and sprang at Tal. Tal, the little imp, put on the brakes and pulled up short… then ducked. Dolf sailed straight over Tal’s head, hit the floor, and then rolled until he came to stop. He hopped up, plopped down on his butt, and nonchalantly licked a paw.

“Yeah, nice try. I see what you did there—trying to act like you had that planned.” Kirk smirked. “I’m not buying it.”

Dolf prowled toward Kirk and then swatted the lower half of his leg.

“Meooow,” Tal purred from behind Dolf, his tail wagging back and forth behind him. Dolf turned to look at Tal.

“Don’t think waving your tail is going to help you out there, Tal.”

“Rawl!” Dolf dropped to his belly, eyes following the tail wagging in front of him.

“But then again, what do I know?” Kirk pulled his shirt off then unzipped his jeans. “While you two are cute and all, I was wondering if the human version maybe would like to come out and play.”

Both cats hauled ass out of the living area.

When Kirk finished taking off his clothes, he smirked. “Works every time.”

Tal and Dolf walked back in, gloriously naked and human.

Grinning, Kirk held his hands out to his mates. “Oh yeah, what a purrfect birthday.”

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter, everyone! Here's a little something for those of you who celebrate Easter. I hope it brings a smile to your face, lol.

Why won't Easter eggs go out at night? They don't want to get "beat up".

Why doesn't the Easter Bunny make noise when he has sex? Because he has cotton balls.

Why couldn't the Easter egg family watch T.V.? Because their cable was scrambled.

What do you call a mischievous egg? A practical yolker

What do you call a bunny with a large brain? An egghead.

What did the Easter Egg say to the boiling water? It's going to take awhile to get me hard!

Where does the Easter Bunny get his eggs? From Eggplants.

What happened to the Easter Bunny when he misbehaved at school? He was eggspelled!

Did you hear about the lady whose house was infested with Easter eggs? She had to call an eggs-terminator!

What day does an Easter egg hate the most? Fry-days.

What kind of bunny can't hop? A chocolate one!

Why did the Easter egg hide? He was a little chicken!

What do you call a rabbit with fleas? Bugs Bunny!

What do you call a bunny with a dictionary in his pants? A smarty pants.

What do you call Easter when you are hopping around? Hoppy Easter!

How should you send a letter to the Easter Bunny? By hare mail! 

Why was the little girl sad after the race? Because an egg beater!

How do bunnies stay healthy? Eggercise!

Friday, March 25, 2016

Pride Promotions presents More Than Love by Amelia Bishop and giveaway

Author Name: Amelia Bishop

Book Name: More Than Love

Release Date: March 25, 2016


Dan watched the people in his life settle down, get married, and have kids, while he cycled through a seemingly endless string of break-ups and disappointing relationship fails. From time to time, he thought about the one that got away: Ian. The college boyfriend he’d never quite forgotten.

So when Ian comes back to town and wants to get together, Dan jumps at the chance to see his first real boyfriend again. And despite his track record, he holds out hope that he and Ian might make it work the second time around.

While Ian is still just as sweet and sexy as he was back in college, he’s also harder, slicker, and more secretive than Dan remembers. As much as Dan wants to fall head first into their new relationship, he fears those secrets, and worries what Ian might be hiding. Left unchecked, Dan’s doubt and mistrust could threaten his second chance at happiness with Ian.

Sometimes, what destroys us are not the things we fear, but our fears themselves.

Pages or Words:54,000 words, 216 pages

Categories:Contemporary, Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance


“Yep. Unless you want to skip it and go right back to your place. I could definitely be persuaded.” Ian raked his gaze over Dan slowly, then unlocked the car and ducked into the driver’s seat with a sexy grin.
“And how am I supposed to persuade you?” Dan buckled his seat belt as they pulled out of the lot.
“Use your imagination, it’s a half hour ride.” Ian shifted in his seat, pivoting his hips and drawing Dan’s attention to the bulge at his groin.
In the car, free from prying eyes and liberated by the cocktails he’d downed at dinner, Dan let his mouth do what it wanted. He licked Ian’s jaw, dragged his tongue down Ian’s neck, and sucked the hollow at his throat while running a hand over the front of Ian’s khakis.
“Careful, any more persuasive and I’ll run off the road.” Ian chuckled and leaned in to Dan’s mouth, a low rumble of approval vibrating in his throat.
“Mmm. I’m trained for that. We’ll be fine.”
Ian laughed and took one hand off the wheel, wrapping it around Dan’s head, holding him to his neck. “That feels great. God, I’ve missed you.”
Dan sucked up the skin under his mouth, not hard enough to leave a mark, but just until Ian moaned. He’d missed this, too. Somehow, no one had ever made him feel as sexy as Ian did, no one ever had given him the same thrill. For years after college, he’d tried to re-enact the frotting he’d enjoyed with Ian, but it never felt as fulfilling with anyone else. Most other guys expected penetration, which Dan was happy enough to partake in, yet somehow, even burying himself in someone else and pounding away wasn’t as satisfying as simply rubbing against Ian.
He was hard and Ian’s neck was damp when they finally reached his neighborhood. He managed to walk up the drive and into his house with some dignity, and even locked the door behind them. As soon as that was done, though, he went back to kissing Ian. Now he could freely take Ian’s mouth, which he did, and reached down to cup his ass for emphasis. Fuck, he felt good, all muscle and wiry strength.
Ian pulled back and pressed his forehead to Dan’s. “I want to be naked with you.”
Dan laughed at the blunt request, but he couldn’t deny he wanted the same thing. “This way.” He led Ian down the hall to his bedroom and undressed, throwing his clothes on the floor.
Ian did the same, and in moments they were both nude, standing by the bed. Dan was just drunk enough to not care about the slight padding around his middle, and Ian was sober enough to respond to Dan’s attention.
“Damn, you’re sexy.”
Dan burst out laughing. “Man, I’ve put on at least thirty pounds since college.”
“So fucking sexy.” Ian repeated, and punctuated his words with a two-handed caress down Dan’s torso.
A spike of lust shot through Dan at the words and the attention, and he urged Ian onto the mattress.

Meet the author:
Amelia Bishop lives in New England, just a block from Narragansett Bay, where she walks almost every day of the year collecting shells, sea glass, and random pieces of garbage she considers “treasure.” Amelia believes there is magic to be found in almost anything if you look closely, and delights in revealing the extraordinary hiding within the ordinary. Her stories celebrate the most magical and extraordinary thing of all: love.

When she isn’t writing or walking along the bay, Amelia enjoys camping, hiking, painting, crocheting, cooking, and spending lazy days reading on the beach.

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Finicky Friday - Bunny Butt Pudding Cups!

Hey everyone! Welcome to Finicky Friday! Since Sunday is this Easter, I thought this would be appropriate to post. It's a cute little thing that looks fairly easy to make. I wish I'd seen this in my kids were still young lol.


· 1 Chocolate Pudding Cup

· 2 Large Marshmallows

· Green Edible Grass

· 1 Mini Marshmallow

· Carrot, Pink Heart, Mini Dot Sprinkles

· White Cookie Icing

What you need!!

Crush a hand full or mini Oreo’s in a mini processor and sprinkle the crushed cookies on top of the pudding cup…

Cut 1 marshmallow in half using your kitchen scissors…

Cut your mini marshmallow in half. Attach it on the large marshmallow using your white icing. Press the marshmallow in the pudding cup. Cut the tips off of the other marshmallow and attach the sprinkle on the smooth side using your icing to look like bunny feet. Cut off pieces of the edible green grass and press them around the bunny. Add on a few of the carrot sprinkles…

These Easter Pudding Cup ideas are so fun and easy to make for Easter and we think your kids are going to love them!

Recipe from kitchenfunwithmy3sons:

Friday, March 18, 2016

Finicky Friday - S'mores Pinwheels

Hey everyone, I thought it would be cool to post some recipes I had found online. I'm going to *try* to do some of these beforehand, but I'm sure there'll be times I won't. I'm going to call this Finicky Friday. :)

*Tip: Spray your offset spatula with non-stick spray before pressing the Rice Krispies onto the parchment and again when you spread the marshmallow creme on top of the Rice Krispies. This will make it easier to spread the Rice Krispies without becoming a sticky mess.


10 oz miniature marshmallows

¼ cup salted butter

5 cups Rice Krispies cereal

¾ cup graham cracker crumbs

7 oz jar marshmallow crème

1 1/2 cups miniature semi-sweet chocolate chips


1. Melt the marshmallows and butter in the microwave in a medium bowl for 1½ minutes or until completely melted, stirring halfway through.

2. While the marshmallows are melting, mix the Rice Krispies and the graham cracker crumbs together in a large bowl.

3. Stir the melted marshmallow mixture into the Rice Krispies.

4. Line a 10×15 jelly roll pan with parchment paper and spray with non-stick spray.

5. Press the Rice Krispies in an even layer to fill the jelly roll pan (or as I did, a 13 x18 half-sheet pan that I filled ¾ full)

6. Spread the marshmallow creme evenly over the cereal layer and top with the mini chocolate chips chips.

7. Place the pan in a 200F oven for 2 minutes, just long enough to start melting the chocolate chips. Remove from the oven and spread the chocolate out in an even layer over the marshmallow creme.

8. Using the parchment paper, carefully roll the Rice Krispies treat into a tight log.

9. Refrigerate for one hour and slice into pinwheels once the chocolate and marshmallow are set.

Recipe by TipHero