Archive for ND:Finding Love
More Eye Candy….
I know you usually get a picture of Channing Tatum at least once or twice a week, but I thought I’d share this one. And really this is the best kind of candy because it won’t go right to your hips…lol.
Well, Parts 1-3 of For Every Dream that Shattered have been turned in with their cover art/blurb forms. I’ll be starting Part 4 today and hopefully by next Monday, I’ll be turning in the last two parts. I hope you all are looking forward to it because I like this story and it’s been fun to write.
Oh, I got a release date for Sharp Dressed Man. It’ll be coming out on June 7th from MLR Press as part of their Mixed Tape stories. As soon as I get a cover, I’ll share it with all of you.
Also, Destiny asked if I was going to write Chad’s story from Nowhere Diner, and the answer is yes. He’s on my list to get done. Not entirely sure when though. I keep hoping I can get back to him soon, but other stories seem to claim my attention. Chad’s very reluctant to talk to me, I guess. 🙂 But I do plan on writing him a Happy Ending.
I hope you all have a great Thursday.
Almost the weekend…
Shoot..where did the morning go? I got to work and haven’t stopped since…except for right now, when I’m posting this…lol.Let’s see…I have a book coming out this Sunday. Soothe the Burn, a sci-fi/futuristic about a man made of metal and a man made of fire. 🙂 I’ll post the blurb and an except on Sunday for everyone.
The dynamic team that makes up Jamie Craig is running a contest on their Live Journal for you to win a copy of Soothe the Burn. Drop in and leave a comment. They’ll draw a name on Sunday night and you’ll get a free a copy. This is something that they do to promote their publishers and it just so happens they picked my book to give away this week. 🙂
Also, I did an interview with Martha and she reviewed ND: Finding Love as well. Stop by her blog and check it out. Martha loved Finding Love
I just got word about another awesome review I received. This one from Holly at Whipped Cream Reviews. It’s for Tabloid Star and she gave me 5 cherries. Woo-hoo! I’m totally thrilled that she loved it.
oh, one more thing…and you’re thinking “Shut up all ready. I just want to stare at the eye candy.” lol. I have two guest bloggers coming up on Monday. Bonnie Dee and Summer Devon are going to be discussing their newest release, Seducing Stephen. A m/m regency available at Loose-Id with a marvelous cover by Anne Cain. 🙂
Hmmm…that’s all I can think about telling you today. I plan on writing as much as possible tomorrow, so I can spend most of the day on Sunday watching Super Bowl stuff. 🙂
Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend.
Nowhere Diner: Finding Love available
Announcing my newest release, Nowhere Diner: Finding Love. Available now at Amber Allure. Click here.
Here’s the blurb:
Leaving Minnesota, Timothy Gapin doesn’t have any plans except getting as far away from all the memories as he can before his money runs out. His secret lover has married, breaking his heart and making him chose a life in the open rather than a relationship built on lies.
Little does Tim know that four days later he would grab dinner at a diner and find a place to stop. Somehow this diner in the middle of nowhere becomes his home and the people who work there his family. In addition to the workers at the diner, Tim meets Bernie Capley, a long-haul trucker who isn’t all he seems to be.
Falling in love with Bernie is easy for Tim, but the past has a way of barging into the present, forcing decisions that affect their future…
And an excerpt:She handed Bernie his change and he left a tip for Cookie. Grabbing my hand, he dragged me out of the diner over to where a large black and chrome semi sat. He led us to the other side where we’d be out of view from prying eyes. Staring down at me, he searched my face for something. He must have found what he was looking for because he cupped my chin in his hands and lifted my mouth to his.
As kisses go, this one was the softest I’d ever had. Aaron didn’t like to kiss. He’d always been in a hurry to get to the sex without any foreplay. I banished him from my mind and gave myself over to Bernie.
He slid his hands down my neck and sides to rest them on my hips. Three points of contact and I was ready to explode. A soft whimper emerged from my throat and I tried to press closer to him. His grip tightened and a low growl told me he didn’t want me to move.
I opened and he swept his tongue in to lick along my teeth and gums, learning every inch of my mouth. He sucked on my bottom lip and bit it. The sting made me jump and gasp.
Footsteps sounded on the pavement and Bernie drew slowly away, letting me go, reluctance in each inch. We stood, staring at each other, chests heaving and groins aching. He grinned at me.
“I’ll be coming back through here next Wednesday. Would you be interested in getting dinner with me? Maybe somewhere other than the diner.”
I touched trembling fingers to my swollen lips and nodded. “I don’t have a car though.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the transportation. Do you have a cell?”
“No. I left mine back home.”
He leveled a knowing look at me. “Didn’t want anyone to call you, huh?”
I looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “No one important. I’ll get a phone when I have a little more money and let my aunt know where I’m at.”
Frowning, he ran his fingers through my hair and nodded. “I’ll call the diner. I’m sure Cookie won’t mind it once in a while.”
“Okay.”
Were we starting a real relationship with dating and everything that went along with it? Or was the whole date thing just Bernie’s way of making each hook-up feel special?
My doubts must have shown on my face because Bernie caressed my cheek and grinned.
“I don’t do casual sex anymore. Being a trucker makes it easy to find a warm body at the rest areas or truck stops; women and men. It would become real simple to see sex as nothing but a release.” Bernie held my gaze and I could see how serious he was. “I’m too old to fool around like that. Now I like to get to know a guy before we end up in bed.”
I didn’t know whether to be excited or nervous. On one hand, it sounded like Bernie assumed we’d be sleeping together at some point. On the other hand, should I be worried about the possibility that once Bernie got to know me, he’d figure out I wasn’t worth the time and effort.
“Don’t worry. My gut’s telling me you’ll be worth every minute.”
Bernie leaned down and brushed another kiss over my lips before stepping further away.
Have a great day, everyone. 🙂
Nowhere Diner: Finding Love- excerpt NSFW
Since I’m not ready to give you some blurbs to chose from, I thought I’d give you another excerpt from one of my up-coming releases. Nowhere Diner: Finding Love will be out at the end of July from Amber Allure. Now this hasn’t been edited yet, so any mistakes in it are mine. 🙂
Blurb:
Leaving Minnesota, Timothy Gapin doesn’t have any plans except getting as far away from all the memories as he can before his money runs out. His secret lover has married, breaking his heart and making him chose a life in the open rather than a relationship built on lies.
Little does he know that four days later, he would grab dinner at a diner and find a place to stop. Somehow this diner in the middle of nowhere becomes his home and the people who work there his family. In addition to the workers at the diner, Tim meets Bernie Capley, a long haul trucker who isn‘t all that he seems to be.
Falling in love with Bernie is easy for Tim, but the past has a way of barging into the present, forcing decisions that could affect the future.
Excerpt-(NSFW)
Wandering down the street, we found a club where the driving beat of the music could be heard out on the street. Bernie paid the cover charge and we slipped inside.
“Do you want something to drink?” Bernie pressed his lips to my ear and asked under the pounding of the bass.
Shaking my head, I grabbed his hand and dragged him out onto the dance floor. I let the music take control of my body and I brushed against Bernie’s hard body as often as I could. Encircling my waist with one arm, he drew me closer until our bodies found a rhythm of their own. I slung one arm over Bernie’s shoulder and trailed the other hand down his chest to hook a finger in his waist band, encouraging him with each thrust of my hip to move with me.
We were at the edges of the dance floor where there were more shadows than light. I wasn’t aware of Bernie’s intent until my back hit the wall and he swooped in, claiming my mouth with the ferociousness of a lion on a zebra. He pinned my hands above my head and took me, fucking my mouth with his tongue and drawing moans of pleasure from me.
I arched my back off the wall, but only succeeded in grinding our cocks together. In what seemed like seconds, my shirt was unbuttoned and stripped off, Bernie tucking it in his back pocket. Moving from my mouth, he skimmed down my throat to where my nipples stood, pointed and tight, shamelessly begging for his mouth.
He flicked one nipple with his tongue, teasing it before sucking it into his mouth. I fought his hand, wanting to touch him and feel his heat under my fingers. He bit the little bit of flesh between his teeth, causing me to cry out. He pinched and tugged, building an ache that was connected to my cock. It swelled and leaked. I could feel the wetness from my pre-cum sliding on my underwear.
When his rough fingers grazed my stomach, fumbling with my belt, I thought I’d die. My head fell back and thumped against the wall behind me. He eased away and checked me out.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
He unhooked my belt and got my pants opened. Pushing the sides apart, he slipped his hand inside and fisted my cock. I cried out, not caring if anyone saw us.
“That’s it, sweetheart. I want to see you come,” Bernie growled in my ear before paying attention to my nipple, the one he hadn’t tortured.
I became lost in the driving beat of the music and the hard fast strokes of his hand over the sensitive flesh of my shaft. I was consumed by the pressure and pain building at the base of my spine. The ache in my balls told me it wouldn’t be long now.
“Bernie,” I warned, my voice harsh and low.
He heard me under the music and his grin was more of leer. “Do it, baby. I want to feel your come all over my hand.”
Those crude words were all I needed to push me over the edge.
“Fuck.”
I slammed my head against the wall hard enough to see stars and spilled my seed all over Bernie’s hand. He milked every drop I had out by continuing to squeeze and jerk me off until I slumped, chest heaving, into his embrace.
