Showing posts with label Valerie Mann. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valerie Mann. Show all posts

Friday, May 3, 2013

Spare Time? Really?





I need more lives than a cat, or find that eighth day of the week the Beatles were so fond of singing about.


Most authors can relate. If you have a job, family, house, bills, pets...you don't have enough time to do everything, or at least not without tearing your hair out by the roots that you forgot to touch up or can't afford to pay a colorist to do for you.

Anyway, one of my passions is quilting. I use that time to create something without words or a keyboard. I listen to Audible books when stitching, and music when I'm cutting fabric (because I can negotiate a sharp blade while listening to Nickelback and Seether, or whoever else is singing the loudest and drowning out the cussing caused by figuring out quarter, eighth and sixteen fractions of an inch measurements).



I make quilts for me, my family, friends and charities. Quilting and giving go together. 

 What do YOU create? I’d love to hear about it! Maybe you'll inspire me to find a ninth day of the week!





Wednesday, March 20, 2013

My First Time...



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by Christian Ramos

I’ve never been in love.

I’ve been engaged twice. And been stranded at the altar both times. But it wasn’t until after I’d tucked my tail between my legs, drank an assload of Jack, and sorted through the BS once my binge-soaked brain functioned normally again that I admitted both women had done me a favor. Who thought getting married ‘til death do you part was a good idea anyway?

My big, fat, Latin family did. My father wanted grandsons to carry on the Ramos family name. My mother wanted grandchildren to spoil rotten. And hell, I'd tried my best. But after two humiliating trips up the church aisle and right back down it again, marriage, kids and love weren’t on my radar anymore.

Not until I was staring 40 in the face. Then those things were back on my radar.  Big time. Suddenly, having kids and a woman to share my life (and bed) with had moved from dead last on the Chris Ramos bucket list, to the top. But holy hell, the thought of trying to find the future Mrs. Christian Ramos made me break out in a cold sweat and shrivel my balls.

When my college roommate, Jackson Castillo, asked me to be his best man at his wedding, I rented the tux and flew out to Vegas, although I had every intention…no, I had an obligation, to talk him out of the marriage. He’d met his bride through some online dating service, 1Night Stand. The whack job owner, Madame Evangeline, had coerced him into going on a date with a woman who wanted someone who looked like her dead boyfriend. Or something. Who cares, it was crazy and I had zero intention of letting Jackson ruin his life. Friends don’t let friends marry crazy bitches.

Leah was anything but crazy and Jackson, the stoic, uptight, career-driven bastard that he is, had fallen for her in a big, hard way. It was painful and more than a little nauseating to watch them together. 

So, naturally I contacted the whack job owner, Madame Eve. What the hell, I had no real hope to have what Jackson and Leah do, but if all I got out of it was a one-night stand, I didn’t care.

A few weeks later, I got the email I’d been waiting for from Madame Eve. But she hadn’t found me a date. She’d found me a wife. Queue my best WTF expression as I stared at the screen. I groped for my cell phone in an incredulous panic (if there is such a thing).

Me: “Dude, I got a response from your whack job friend, Eve.”
Jackson: “Oh yeah? Who’s the lucky date?”
Me: “You mean, who’s the lucky wife?”
Long Pause from Jackson, then: “Bwahahaha!”

I thought I was going to have to send the asshole a case of Depends because I’m pretty sure he pissed himself laughing so hard.

Long story short. I agreed to marriage. I don’t know why. It seemed like a good idea? I wanted to have children before I was old enough to be their grandfather? I was tired of my parents pushing me to settle down? I was tired of being alone? All of the above….

I flew out to Las Vegas with the asinine hope that my future wife, Beth, and I would be, if nothing else, compatible. But when we met, I didn’t like her….

I fell in love.





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Valerie Mann is the superwoman every woman tries to be…mother of five attractive, successful children, vixen in and out of the bedroom, runway model fashionista, extreme gardener, and just recently crashed on bestseller lists as a romance author.

In real life, Valerie is the mother of five lovely, but ordinary children. Sure, she’s a vixen in and out of the bedroom, which explains the herd of kids. The closest she gets to a runway is an airport, and while she thinks gardens of all sorts are wonderful, she figures that hobby can wait until retirement, if her knees last that long. And that crashing you heard was Valerie collapsing on the couch at the end of a very long day. As for romance, she writes and likes to think she can tell an amazing tale of love or two. Her husband of nearly thirty years won’t read her stories because they make him blush but is content in the knowledge he’s the inspiration for every one of them.

Valerie currently works as a managing editor for an electronic publisher and is the co-owner of a company that provides editing services for writers.


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Saturday, December 15, 2012

Mistletoe Madness Blog Hop!

You're in the Right Place!


Welcome to my little corner of  Mistletoe Madness! Whether you've been naughty or nice, you still have a chance to have Santa and his reindeer bring you something special!

What you could win from me:

An Amazon gift card and an electronic copy of my latest release, First Comes Marriage in the format of your choice.

What do you need to do? Read the blurb and excerpt below and tell me if you had to have an arranged marriage, what kind of man (or woman) you would like to spend the rest of your life with. If you already ARE spending the rest of your life with your dream partner, tell me about how you met!


Blurb:

Who agrees to an arranged marriage in the 21st century? Beth Malone can’t believe a date request with the 1Night Stand service morphed into an arranged marriage offer. But after a heartbreaking divorce and no knight in shining armor coming to sweep her off her feet, her desire to find that knight and have a family is looking more like a dream than a reality.
After filling out a 1Night Stand questionnaire worthy of the CIA, Christian Ramos is stunned when Madame Eve offers to arrange more than a date for one night: she suggests a wife! What the hell? After his best friend Jackson Castillo stops laughing, he advises him to consider the offer. Between the fortieth birthday looming on the horizon and his Latino upbringing, Chris is forced to take a hard look at his life. Reality check—time is running out for what he wants—a family and a woman to share his life.
First comes love, then comes marriage isn’t part of their matrimonial situation, but neither Beth nor Christian anticipated the immediate attraction and contentment that comes with saying, “I do.”


Excerpt:

“We need to get this over with.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Get what over with?” But she knew.

He dropped his hand and gave her a rueful smile. “We’re married. I want to make love to my wife.” He waited for her to respond again and when she didn’t, he added, “Now.”

Beth blinked. Her heart started beating again. She liked a man who knew what he wanted. Especially when he wanted her. Stretching up, she gave him a light kiss. He clasped her waist with both hands and pulled her against him, fusing his mouth to hers, nothing like he had during their wedding. He invaded her, tasting and exploring with his tongue, forcing her to open for him.

She wound her arms around his neck and gave in, letting the invasion happen. Every fear disappeared and the only trembling happening was from desire. Her breasts swelled, aching to be touched. She wanted him. How wonderful he was hers.

Chris eased away but didn’t let go, wearing the same dazed look she must have had after their wedding kiss. He stepped back a few paces, bringing her with him, until he reached the bed.

“Turn around.”

Beth narrowed her eyes but obeyed. The zipper on the back of her dress descended and the silky garment puddled at her feet as he turned her back to face him. His hungry gaze swept over her, and she shivered with anticipation. Leaning in, he kissed the space between her breasts, his face tight with desire. No man had ever looked at her body that way…so appreciative.

Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra, and tossed it on the floor to join the dress. Her nipples stood at attention, swollen and needy. She shivered again.

He tilted his head back. “Am I going too fast?”

She cupped his face and gave him a hard kiss. “Hurry,” she whispered.



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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Congratulations, Tamara!


You are the winner in my blog contest for the Black Friday Blog Hop!

Thanks to everyone who participated, both here and on my Facebook! It was fun seeing what your thoughts were about Arranged Marriages!

Friday, November 23, 2012

You're in the right place! It's the BLACK FRIDAY BLOG HOP!



Buy First Comes Marriage HERE

Who agrees to an arranged marriage in the 21st century? Beth Malone can’t believe a date request with the 1Night Stand service morphed into an arranged marriage offer. But after a heartbreaking divorce and no knight in shining armor coming to sweep her off her feet, her desire to find that knight and have a family is looking more like a dream than a reality.

After filling out a 1Night Stand questionnaire worthy of the CIA, Christian Ramos is stunned when Madame Eve offers to arrange more than a date for one night: she suggests a wife! What the hell? After his best friend Jackson Castillo stops laughing, he advises him to consider the offer. Between the fortieth birthday looming on the horizon and his Latino upbringing, Chris is forced to take a hard look at his life. Reality check—time is running out for what he wants—a family and a woman to share his life.

First comes love, then comes marriage isn’t part of their matrimonial situation, but neither Beth nor Christian anticipated the immediate attraction and contentment that comes with saying, “I do.”

What do you think about arranged marriages? Weird? Exciting? Weird and exciting, but not for you? Leave a comment on my blog and my Facebook. One lucky commenter (you have to leave your comment in both places) will win a book from my Decadent Publishing backlist, plus a $5 Amazon gift card! Good luck!

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Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Arranged Marriage? Really?


ImageMaybe you wouldn't want your own marriage arranged, but everyone loves reading about other poor suckers and their arranged marriages! There's just something intriguing about the idea of forging a bond with someone you've never met. Beth and Christian have their own doubts about the success of a marriage arrangement, but the clock is ticking and they're ready to take the plunge and get on with it!

Check out my latest release, First Comes Marriage. If you leave a nice comment, I may send you a free e-copy! 

Who agrees to an arranged marriage in the 21st century? Beth Malone can’t believe a date request with the 1Night Stand service morphed into an arranged marriage offer. But after a heartbreaking divorce and no knight in shining armor coming to sweep her off her feet, her desire to find that knight and have a family is looking more like a dream than a reality.  

After filling out a 1Night Stand questionnaire worthy of the CIA, Christian Ramos is stunned when Madame Eve offers to arrange more than a date for one night: she suggests a wife! What the hell? After his best friend Jackson Castillo stops laughing, he advises him to consider the offer. Between the fortieth birthday looming on the horizon and his Latino upbringing, Chris is forced to take a hard look at his life. Reality check—time is running out for what he wants—a family and a woman to share his life 

First comes love, then comes marriage isn’t part of their matrimonial situation, but neither Beth nor Christian anticipated the immediate attraction and contentment that comes with saying, “I do.”  

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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

1Night Stand BLOG HOP! July 5th - 8th!

 Who is this Madame Eve, Anyway?

Since Kate Richards, Olivia Starke and I came up with the 1Night Stand concept two years ago this month, Madame Eve, the proprietor of the fictional 1Nightstand.com has been busy! To date, she has a documented list of over 125 love matches that you can read from Decadent Publishing!

View the complete list HERE

The first 1Night Stand book, To Feel Again (by yours truly, natch) was released in early April 2011. That’s just over a year ago! Kate and Olivia’s books soon followed and the rest was history. This series has been amazingly popular. Evidently, readers love the idea of a match between strangers (typically) who find that instant connection. The matching services on TV don’t have anything on this dating service!

But who is Madame Eve?

Nobody really knows, except for Jackson and Jagger Castillo, the owners of the Castillo Hotel & Resort chain where many of the 1NS stories take place. They’ve both spoken to her, but as far as we know, they’re the only ones on the planet to have done so. She did blog one time and revealed enough about herself that we know enough to be even more curious:


READ HER BLOG HERE

Here’s what we do know about Madame Eve:

1.   She’s French. And she’s a pure romantic at heart.
2.   She’s mysterious. We don’t know how old she is, or how she does what she does. But man, can that lady figure out who needs who (or is that whom?). She knows what most lovers need before they know it themselves.
3.   She’s a one-woman show. She runs the 1Night Stand dating service with a velvet-covered iron glove. You know how those French women can be. Don’t mess with her, she’s got a job to do.
4.   She does a great job.

Here’s what we don’t know about her:

1.   Where she lives.
2.   What she looks like.
3.   How old she is.
4.   Where she learned to do what she does so well.


It drives authors crazy not to know very much about her. They constantly and sneakily try to insert the answers to their own questions into their manuscripts. Kate Richards and I are the editors for 1NS and like Eve, we rule the series with a velvet-covered iron glove. Don’t mess with Eve. Don’t make her something she’s not. She’s mysterious for a reason, we like it that way, and so does she.

What may seem odd to others but not so much to us is that through the many authors who have written 1NS stories, they’ve brought Madame Eve to life! She’s real to Kate and I! Maybe that's weird. But it’s pretty obvious by the sheer volume of stories, as well as huge author and reader fan base, she’s pretty real to most everyone else, too!

What do you think? Who and what do you picture when you read about Madame Eve? Leave a comment of your vision of Madame Eve and I’ll pick a random comment for a chance to win the first 1Night Stand ebook, To Feel Again, plus another 1NS of your choice. Hurry, I’m picking the winner on July 9th!


What else can you win, you ask? A Kindle Touch, an Amazon Gift card, a bag of goodies from Coffee Time Romance...plus more at each stop! But you have to follow the hop to win!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Reading? What's That?


Okay, that's a dumb question. We all read. All day long, every day. Cereal boxes, road signs, billboards, emails...thank a teacher that you can read! It's a blessing that I'll always be grateful for.



I'm a complete bookworm. Thank you.


Having said that, I can tell you I don't read anymore. Not for enjoyment anyway. I used to have a 45-minute commute to work. A six-mile distance took nearly an hour, because of city traffic. I kept a book in my car and would read at each red light because I never could get through the first cycle. So, I read while I inched my car forward. Once in awhile I'd look up to see the car in front of me, way in front of me, and the drivers behind me irate and honking. This was before texting and smart phones, so I'm thinking this isn't a problem anymore. Everyone is probably doing what I'd been doing all along. 


I remember when I used to sneak in moments all day long to snatch a few more pages in the current book I'd borrowed from the library. I'm a library geek. Love walking in and seeing the endless possibilities lined up like soldiers on the shelves. Same goes for a book store. Sheer bliss. 


I recall watching the clock after dinner, waiting for that golden moment when the kids would be in bed and I could get in bed myself and read without interruption. And I'm one of those weird people who can read in the car without getting carsick. In fact, I get carsick easily and reading is how I learned to deal with it. 


But I no longer read. For pleasure. It's such a rarity, I can tell you the last book I did read, but not when - JR Ward's latest Black Dagger Brotherhood book, Lover Unleashed


I have two Kindles and a Nook. I have over a hundred books downloaded on them, all with good intentions to be read. I'm hoping to read The Hunger Games before the movie comes out. We'll see.


Why don't I read like I used to? Because I'm busy reading everyone else's books. I edit. A lot. And by the time I'm done working on an author's book, I'm fried and don't feel like reading for my own pleasure (or writing either). Love my work, yet the side effect can be sad.


But a really strange thing happened recently. A few weeks ago, I was thinking about authors who'd influenced me with my own writing, authors whose voices, characters and themes helped me develop my own style. LaVyrle Spencer is at the top of my list (along with a couple of others). Yes, she writes in the older style of more narration, less deep internal POV. Doesn't matter. She weaves stories that fill your head and heart, make you cry and even though the conflict and resolution are over, quite satisfactorily in fact, you don't want the book to end. My favorite book by her is Home Song, an amazing tale of forgiveness. And I was thinking nostalgically about it, because, remember...I don't read anymore, and how I wished I had time to read it again... 


A few days later, we were camping in our motor home and I went into the campground laundromat. I glanced over at the little library that campers have set up to recycle old books and magazines for other campers' enjoyment. On the top of the pile was


Home Song


Coinkydink, you say? Nah, the message was clear. Clear your calendar, you need to read this again. And I am. 


What are you reading right this minute? You aren't reading for your own personal pleasure? That's criminal and I won't tolerate it! Leave me a comment (with your email address) and one lucky commenter will win an Amazon gift card. You can buy a book with it.
Congrats to ALEXA for leaving a great comment! I'll be sending your Amazon gift card soon!

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Giving Thanks!

by Anne Holly

I wanted to wish all my American friends a happy Thanksgiving. I’m Canadian, so we’ve already had our Thanksgiving. Here, it falls in October, so it’s more of a harvest festival thing, and doesn’t celebrate any actual or legendary event. I like it that way – it’s further away from Christmas, the weather is still nice, and there are less guilty feelings about taking the turkey from the Native American neighbours, and promptly following that by taking everything else, as well. (No offense intended, there, just saying I always wondered if that would ruin my pie for me.)

So, then, how did a Canadian like me end up celebrating both Thanksgivings? Well, to add some complexity to my life, I married an American, making my son sorta-kinda “half-American” (is that even a term?), so I decided early on that I’d be dragging on the apron for that extra holiday every year. We’re vegetarians, so that means soy chicken breasts with the cranberry sauce, but I make a killer sage stuffing.

But why? Simply this – one cannot have too many nice, sit-down family dinners. Yes, they can get really obnoxious, I know, but when they work, they are lovely. Lots of food and a nice day to enjoy being together. And, the more you celebrate, the more chances we have per year to actually make the festivities. I, for one, am banking on my son growing up, getting married, and having to spend the Canadian Thanksgiving at his in-laws – well, I’m covered, because I can grab him in November. Or, he can cook, and I’ll go there to eat, which I like even better.

The long and the short of it is, eat, be with someone (or many someones) who matter, and be thankful for that, because there are a lot of people who don’t have food or loved ones. Those of us who do… well, we’re lucky as hell, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.

Now, Thanksgiving might not seem like a sexy season, or the most romantic time of year, but I included it in my five holiday sensual-romance series from Rebel Ink Press, and I hope I managed it. Charity is the story of a city girl without a family or a real home who finds both, as well as a heck of a lot of food, with a cowboy in the Montana wilds. In return, she helps him hold on to a family legacy that matters more to him than he understood.

I hope you enjoy this little excerpt:

“Sorry,” Joshua said softly, as her eyes opened the next morning.

“Hmmm?” she asked as she stretched. Her muscles bore a new soreness that hadn’t been there before. His sex had been rough, manful, and even she felt delicate in its wake.

He traced a small, blue mark on the inside of her arm with a fingertip, his touch now lighter than a feather on her ravaged body.

“I shouldn’t have...”
“Shhhh,” she said, pressing a kiss to his beloved lips. “I certainly didn’t mind,” she offered, smiling. “It was your turn to use me.” The gentle whisper of her voice took the bitterness out of the words and she put an arm behind his head to pull him into a hug.

“I should’ve treated you more gently,” he said, but the self-condemnation in his voice was easing. He bent over her and without meaning to, she knew their need was rising again, only this time like a soft breeze instead of a storm.

“I hate to ruin the mood,” she whispered into his neck, “but I really gotta pee.”

Laughing, he rolled back over on to the mattress and let her up.

“Good God, girl,” he groaned, his eyes pinned on her nude body padding towards the bathroom. “You’re good enough to eat – you better get back to this bed, pronto. I’ve got another need.”

Giggling at his compliments, Charity hurried to the washroom, “You better save some of that appetite for turkey,” she tossed over her shoulder as an afterthought.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned. “It’s Thanksgiving, isn’t it?”

She laughed as she closed the bathroom door, knowing he was contemplating lunch with a whole house filled with old biddies invited by Daisy and Kate which meant having to mind his manners when he least felt like it.

They’d have their morning in bed but she had some work to do. Whether Joshua liked it or not, Charity was going to help save him from himself.

For more info, please visit my Seasonal Tales page: http://annehollyholiday.webs.com/thanksgivingtales.htm

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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I hope we’re all warm, filled and loved this holiday season and beyond.

- Anne Holly



Monday, November 21, 2011

Sexy Aliens

by Jessica Subject 

Although not always, many science fiction romance stories deal with a relationship between an alien and a human or an alien and another alien. When it comes to the intimate scenes, can you suspend disbelief and find the aliens sexy as the characters do? How about these aliens, do you find them sexy?




Sure, these aliens look very humanoid, but what if the alien looked like this? Would you still find them sexy?
What if you meet someone who looks very human, in fact, like your dream date? You get to know them, are ready to become intimate with them, and they tell you they’re an alien. You see their true form which look something like this:

Would you run away screaming? Faint? Would you be curious? Or would you say, “Let’s get it on?”
That’s exactly what happens to Carrie Cooper. Find out how she reacts in Celestial Seduction.

Celestial Seduction Book Trailer


Excerpt
“Remember how I said I needed an open-minded partner?”
She nodded, her eyes catching a quick glance from his before returning to her stomach.
Just a couple more minutes and he’d be finished. He prepared to hold her down should she freak out when he told her he came from space. “I’m not exactly like you and most of the people on Earth. I’m….different.”
“Like a demon or a guardian angel?”
He laughed. It sounded forced, but he needed to stay focused on healing Carrie rather than mating with her. “No, you’re thinking paranormal. Try science fiction.”
She began to squirm under him, but he didn’t need to restrain her. “A….clone? Artificial intelligence?”
He finished healing her and lay down beside her. His thumb ran across her lips, wanting to taste them again, but knowing he probably wouldn’t. “Try alien.”
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Bio:
Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who has enjoyed her stories.


Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Popping the Man Love Cherry

Welcome guest blogger, Liz Crowe!



When I wrote Turkish Delights, the first of my 1NS trilogy of stories, I created a secondary character I really loved.  Caleb Blessing is personal assistant to ElleKensington, the heroine of Turkish Delights, her long time friend as well.  He's a California boy, tall, blond, beautiful.  And gay.  And he literally sprang from my head fully formed that way.  Matthew Morrison will play him in the movie....

I never intended to jump into the very busy, very sexy and sometimes annoyingly trite "m/m" romance world ... not just yet.  

But when I think about how I create characters, I can honestly say nearly 90% of the time, they just create themselves and I translate them to paper..um...screen.  Turkish Delights was one of those stories that did the same thing.  I swear on a stack of malt sacks I woke up one morning and had the whole damn thing in my head, in a big knot of hot cougar action, ready to be shared.  So when Elle, a just-named CEO of a major pharmaceutical company, turned to talk to her PA--there he was in all his hunky, man-love glory: Caleb.

He is based on a real human.  My best bud in college and beyond is a gay man. He owns his own biz in a different state now, but he is my touchstone on so many things. He was my spouse's fraternity brother, we shared an apartment for 2 summers while in college, he planned and implemented my wedding, and were I to EVER require a personal assistant, it would be he.  

It's Caleb who convinces Elle to get off her ass and over to her 1Night Stand date...with Emre, the young man who is ready to confess his love over a veeeery steamy massage.  "Naughty massage boy" is a favorite theme of mine....but I digress.

If you are a fan already, you know I love to interweave my characters' stories.  So it seemed fairly natural the Caleb would be in love with Emre's twin brother Tarkan.  Their story is hot, but I'll tell you now...do NOT get too attached.  Without spoiling anything since today is my Big Release Day, I'll warn you:  bring the tissues.

Blue Cruise is my first m/m love story.  I plan to write more.  It's fun to research, via some of the better m/m authors out there.  I'm sure we all have our favs, but can I say right here and now you gotta get your hands on some of Lee Brazil's stories if you haven't already.  

I hope you enjoy it!  

Cheers, 
Liz 


Blue Cruise excerpt:


And, if you are comfy, I LOVE LOVE LOVE this excerpt, but it's a hot one:

The boat trip had only been the two of them, to his pleasant surprise. In the powerful fancy speedboat, Tarkan had torn away from the shore, one hand on the wheel, the other in the air waving to the dockworkers. Caleb sat and watched the man’s body, covered only in khaki shorts and a tee shirt, and tried to will his cock down from its compromising position of extreme hard, bordering on agonizing. They cruised down the shoreline slowly. Tarkan pointed out various historical views and regaled Caleb with stories of growing up with a proud Turkish father and stubborn American mother. By the time they reached a spot about an hour down the coast and had pulled into a dock that looked to be an historical relic on its own, Caleb was drunk with lust.

Tarkan lead him up a steep grassy hill, dotted with the odd remnant of ancient temple or church or whatever, Caleb had no idea. History was not his thing. The man in front of him was though. He guided Caleb into what looked like a small, elegant restaurant on the outside but was obviously a private home. One table was set, in front of a blazing fire, for two. A few people appeared, poured wine, put some food down and disappeared. Caleb was nervous again. He wanted Tarkan so badly at that moment he didn’t think he could control himself. And he knew damn good and well Tarkan felt the same way.

Afiyet olsun.” Tarkan gestured to the food, which was a delicious simple meal of lamb, rice and fresh vegetables. Caleb stared at him, not sitting, not moving any closer. The room hummed with chemistry, electricity, and primal need.

“Are we alone?” he ground out. “Because if we aren’t we should be, and soon.”

He was thrilled to see Tarkan finally appear unsettled. The guy was one cool customer for certain. Calmer than anyone had a right to be. He glanced around, motioned with one hand, and the lights were dimmed, leaving the room lit by a single candle and the flickering flames in the grate. He took a step toward Caleb, ran a finger down his face, palmed his cheek. Caleb’s entire body broke out in a chill and if it were physiologically possible, his cock got even harder. “We should eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” Caleb growled and reached for him, yanking his face close, covering his lips with his own, hungry beyond imagining for the Turkish treat in his arms. They melded together, nearly identical in their six-foot-two-inch bodies, arms wound around each other, tongues colliding with passion. Caleb groaned into Tarkan’s mouth as the other man’s hands slid down his arms, around to his ass, and pressed their bulging groins together, grinding into him so hard Caleb nearly came in his shorts. He yanked his face away and stared into the dark-skinned man’s eyes.

“I am one pent-up guy, I have to warn you. I...oh, shit....”

Tarkan dropped to his knees and tugged Caleb’s zipper down in one fluid motion, releasing his throbbing cock to the air. “Lovely,” he murmured, before dipping his tongue into the weeping slit, licking his way around the edge of the head and finally swallowing Caleb’s shaft all the way down, pressing his nose into the curls at the base.

“Jesus, I...oh....” Caleb bit it back, cocked his hips and held onto Tarkan’s hair, fucking his lovely mouth like an animal, making noises he didn’t know he had in him. The man moaned, clutched his ass and deep-throated him, again and again, sucking and tugging until Caleb saw stars at the edge of his vision, felt the orgasm gathering at the base of his spine. “Baby, I’m gonna blow.” His voice was a whisper in the nearly dark room. “I can’t hold back.”

In response, Tarkan pulled his mouth off with a final bit of suction, stood, and yanked his own shorts down. He possessed Caleb’s mouth, sweeping his talented tongue in and through, owning him with his lips. Their erections pressed together, the hot, hard sex between them beautiful and urgent.



Liz Crowe

www.lizcrowe.com (currently under construction)
Thanks, Liz! So glad to have you spice up my blog! 

Leave a comment to win a free copy of Blue Cruise! And if you're really nice, I'll include a copy of Turkish Delights cuz Val loves it so much and wants to share!


And coming soon, Emre and Tarkan's sister, Lale's story ~ Tulip Princess